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[ohhyeoni]

roommates to lovers with nerdjo [you fall first, he falls harder] [masterlist]

your body hit the bed with a soft thud. letting out an deep exhale, the rattling of the doorknob woke you up from your little power nap.

you get off the bed with a loud groan, stumbling over to the door drowsily. the door swings open, revealing a pair of bright, blue eyes and a smile that screamed apologies.

oh my gosh. it’s him.

effortlessly beautiful, hair styled messily, contagious smile, sarcastic personality. dreamy, right? well, satoru was your roommate and had been for over a year.

you stay silent, and satoru senses this. “look, i’m sorry. i know you don’t like it when i stay out late. i’ll come back earlier tomorrow.” he said. “there. happy?” satoru waved you off with a smirk before entering your shared bathroom.

this is how it’s been for the past year. satoru comes home late, you worry, and then you fight.

the thing you can’t wrap your head around is why you care so much about satoru. perhaps it’s because you’ve been crushing on him for the whole year he’s been there.

how could a girl not love a man who’s so endearing? i mean, he picks up bagels for you, carries your textbooks, buys you extra packs of pastel highlighters when you’re in a studying frenzy.

the problem was that satoru was rumored to have his eyes on another girl. and you had to see him every single day.

your mind was clouded with thoughts about satoru. does he think you’re too protective? what are you, his girlfriend? maybe you should lay low for a bit, lean off him a little.

about an hour or so went by since satoru came home. he came out of the shower with his hair all wet, towel hanging low on his waist. if only you were awake to see that sight.

but you were passed out on the sofa, curled up into a fetal position. “hey, can you do that blowdry thing you did last time— oh.”

she’s sleeping. she looks so…

“uncomfortable,” satoru muttered. “this is no place for a lady to sleep.” his arms looped under your waist and legs, pulling you up into his chest bridal style.

satoru paused for a moment. his eyes glossed over your features like he was observing a painting. your lashes fluttered every time you inhaled, lips parting as you exhaled. your chest rose and fell slowly, hair framing your face like a royal portrait.

she’s so… “beautiful.” he mumbled, blue eyes staring at your face admiringly.

you began to stir, slumber disrupted by your secret admirer. you blinked your eyes open to see a half naked, wet-haired satoru holding you with awe in his eyes.

your brain awakened it’s senses immediately. cheeks blushing a bright red, the only thing you could stutter out was: “satoru?” now it was his turn to blush furiously.

“uh… uhm—” as beautiful as he was, satoru was still shy around pretty girls. such a shame…

“you were sleeping on the couch, so i did as any gentleman would do,” he scoffed, turning his head away from you. “c’mon, you’re half asleep. bedtime.”

satoru dropped you gently on the bed, pulling the duvet over you. “shh, sleep now my child.” he cooed.

“shut the hell up.” you groaned, turning away from him. satoru’s teasing smile faltered slightly. a moment passes.

“hey, are you still mad at me? for earlier?” he whispered.

silence. your voice came out kinda small, which made you look even more pathetic than when he carried you to bed. “yeah.” he stood staring at your figure under the covers.

“let me make it up to you. please.” satoru pleaded. “i’m sorry. i don’t like when you’re upset with me.” you peeked over your shoulder to see a pained expression on his face. “please.”

“you can start by putting on some clothes first, ‘toru.” you teased with a small smile. “it’s kinda hard not to stare at your abs, y’know.”

satoru rolled his eyes at you, crossing his arms. “then what?” he asked.

“hmm… come cuddle me?” satoru nodded, flopping on top of you with a content sigh. “i said put on some clothes…” you muttered.

“shh! don’t ruin the moment…”

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[ohhyeoni]

you’re higuruma’s personal secretary… and maybe a little more ✦ [masterlist]

higuruma’s secretary… as his secretary, you’re in charge of every tiny thing your strict lawyer boss could ever want. dark roast coffee? you’re on your way every morning to the local cafe, the one he prefers, to pick up his usual. even the baristas knew you by now, saying: “your boss’s order?”

higuruma’s secretary… need to file some papers in his office? most employees would page him, then knock on his door timidly, drop the papers off and run. not you though. all you have to do is saunter over to his desk in your short pencil skirt, bend down to give him a good view place the files on his desk, and waltz away. you don’t get it when your co-worker shoko says he has a soft spot for you.

higuruma’s secretary… what about higuruma’s feelings towards you? he adores you. takes every opportunity he can to see you. look, i know i made him sound intimidating, but he’s only like that with everyone else! he loves the little goodbyes you mumble out to him before you leave for the day, the reminder post-it’s you leave on his desk, the way you touch his chest compliment his suits.

higuruma’s secretary… you’re too beautiful for him not to make a move on you, so he calls you into his office randomly on a tuesday morning. “i need you, come in.” you walk in without knocking, as usual, placing your hand on your hip.

“what do you need this time, sir?” you teased with a smile. he waggled his finger at you, telling you to come closer. you walk over behind the desk, your legs mere inches away from his lap. hiromi pats his thigh gently with a smile.

“sit down.” you take a step back in shock, putting your hands up defensively.

“mr. higuruma, this is not appropriate in such a—” nonetheless, his hands tugged you onto his lap, arms locking around your waist. your face flushed a deep red. that’s your boss! and he’s hitting on you?! not that you’re complaining…

higuruma’s secretary… after your little… office visit— you and higuruma started to go out. miraculously, this worked perfectly for both of you. you started the day together and ended the day together. and whenever he needed a break or if he just wanted to see your face again, hiromi just pages you, and you waltz in like you don’t know any better.

higuruma’s secretary… keeping your relationship secret is hard. employees weren’t supposed to be sneaking kisses behind closed doors or whispering unholy things in your ear during executive meetings. sometimes when the people around you got suspicious, hiromi would ban you from coming to his office, as to not arouse more suspicion. he’d always make it up later though…

higuruma’s secretary… your desk? littered with bouquets of flowers, chocolates, little notes. its like valentine’s day was all year round for you. it certainly caught the attention of your coworkers, just walking into their morning shift and ogling the expensive bouquets sitting on your desk amidst unfiled cases and transcripts. hiromi always spoiled you rotten.

higuruma’s secretary… although you were technically his secretary, higuruma never made you actually do any work. it was always: “get another person, i need you now” or “you can finish later, honey, come here.” he always called out your name like a prayer, like something he was addicted to. and whenever you’d try to sneak a quickie in his office, he’d always tease you about “breaking the law” and hush you when you whimpered, even though he broke hundreds of laws to get you on his lap.

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[ohhyeoni]

geto breaks into your house to win you back? [18+] [masterlist]

a/n: this a part two to [scream my name] on my tiktok page @/noonawrites!

“yeah, he’s your ex, but who can resist kissing a hot alternative guy?”

his breath fanned over your face in frustrated pants, lustful violet eyes locked in on your expectant ones. your head told you to push him away, maybe even call the cops. wait, isn’t this trespassing?

whatever law your head was telling you suguru violated, a small voice in your heart was telling you to get closer to him. ‘get closer. pull him in.’

‘kiss him.’

as if controlled by a master puppeteer, your hands came up to rest on his neck, and suguru didn’t waste a second.

slender hands came up to wrap around your throat, suguru pressing down firmly to control your uneven breathing. “what? don’t pretend like you don’t want it.” he whispered roughly in your ear. your mouth gasped for air as his fingers pressed deeper and firmer.

“c’mon, baby. don’t be stubborn.” you were too overwhelmed with need, yes, need. it’s been six long months since you felt his lips on yours, his cock splitting your body into a mess of moans and cum.

what was one good fuck with your ex?

“justkissme.”

a beat of silence.

“huh?”

“just kiss me.” you mumbled non-coherently. a teasing smile played on suguru’s lips, coaxing you to come feel them on yours.

the next moment, all the memories of your most intimate moments between you and suguru came flooding back into your brain. his coconut flavored chapstick that he wore even though it dried out his lips even more. his disgusting dior perfume that smelled so performative, it brought you right back to him whenever you threatened to leave.

his lips were firm on yours, moving together roughly in synchronized breaths. you didn’t know why your mouth was moving like you were starved from his touch on your skin. you missed how he used to kiss you and swipe his tongue on your lower lip. sometimes, his lip piercing would get caught on your lip and you’d both laugh as he tried to free you from your eternal kiss. he’d say, “i guess we’re stuck kissing forever.”

something hard pressed against your thigh, causing you to break the sloppy makeout session you were in the middle of. you let out a gasp when you down at suguru’s waistband and see his erection brushing against your thigh.

“suguru,” you muttered, looking up at him. but suguru wasn’t looking at you. his forehead rested in your neck, panting while bucking his hips into yours. “suguru?”

“yeah, yeah. i-fuckkk. i need you bad, baby.” he whined against your neck. his hands littered with silver rings came up under your thighs to hook themselves under. in one swift lift, you were straddling him, back pressed against the wall.

“suguru, slow down! i haven’t forgiven you for the shit you did.” all he did was groan in response.

“can it wait until after i fuck you?”

his pants were unzipped frantically by your trembling fingers as he worked on your waistband, pulling it down to your knees impatiently. suguru’s long fingers tip-toed along your thigh draggingly, making you shudder at his touch. “want it off?” he asked with a chuckle, fingers tugging at the edge of your lace panties.

“y-yes! please, sugu—“ a finger was brought to your lips as his voice shushed you softly.

“you don’t hafta beg me, baby. i want to feel you more than anything.” the panties were ripped off as if he was preparing to devour you whole. he was making fun of you.

holding them up high like a gold trophy, suguru narrowed his eyes as he inspected your panties. “wow.” he laughed teasingly. “what are the chances that you wear the ones i picked out for your birthday?”

“shut up and just fuck me already.” you said, snatching the shredded underwear from his hand. “you have no business looking at my underwear.”

“didn’t you just say you wanted me to fuck you? watch your words or i’ll leave.” suguru leaned in close to your face, his eyes filled with intent. “knowing you, you’d probably touch yourself and get off just thinking about my cock.”

his waistband was quickly pulled down, his uncut cock springing up and hitting your lower abdomen. suguru’s hand patted your left thigh, telling you to lower your leg to the floor, leaving the other one hooked under his arm.

you were on a dopamine high right now. you hadn’t felt so pleasured since you broke up. there was an intense heat forming in your pussy, a pitiful throbbing that ached for suguru’s cock. just one touch.

“i wanna hear you, baby. none of that ‘i’m embarrassed’ shit, got it?” suguru muttered with a smirk.

you scoffed. “as if you can make me scre—“ a forceful thrust into your pussy interrupted your remark. you gasped for air, clutching at suguru’s bicep for stability. he didn’t stop at one thrust though.

“you were saying?” he grinned cockily at your eyes rolling back into your head, panting at the sheer heaviness of his cock in you.

“i hate you.” his thrusts increased in speed, pistoning in and out of your fluttering hole. with each drag out of your wet folds, his cock brought back a slew of white, ropey cum from inside you.

right now, all you could focus on what how deep he was fucking you, and how big he was. it felt like you were getting happily impaled by him, each thrust splitting your folds open further.

“s-suguru! f-fuck!” you cried out in sobs, tears coming down your cheeks as the heat in your pussy became more intense. suguru was groaning into your neck, his teeth sinking in to bite your skin.

“you feel s’good, baby.” he smiled dazily. “fuck, look at you. taking me so well.” all you could babble out was a breathy ‘yes’, too overstimulated from his heavy thrusts.

“such a good girl f’me.” he whined into your mouth, licking up from your collarbone to your lips. his tongue piercing felt cool to the touch, and you hated yourself for wanting to feel it on your pussy.

you were dazed, you thought you blacked out for a bit. you heard geto tsk at your state, ramming into you harder to wake you up. “don’t look away.” he said in a strained voice.

“don’t s-stop. gonna cum.” you whimpered breathlessly. suguru heeded your order, bucking his hips up to slam into yours, tip kissing your cervix as you screamed his name.

“that’s right—fuck, let me hear you, princess.” that pet name was all it took for you to cum all over his cock. you could feel his smile against your skin. suguru came shortly after, probably after feeling you release on him. his thrusts became lazy now, you collapsed onto his shoulder, suguru slowing to a stop.

a few minutes went by of you and suguru just soaking up each others presence before you looked up at him. “sugu, i missed you.” he grinned mockingly.

“you just missed my co—“

“no, everything.” that shut him right up. he almost looked taken back by your words, his face softening for the first time that evening.

“i missed you too, baby. more than anything.” he smiled gently. a hand came up to tuck a few pieces of loose hair behind your ear. silence. you both knew what you wanted in each other, but someone had to say it. suguru took a deep breath in. “i want to try again. please?”

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[ohhyeoni]

cowboy!gojo x naive city girl reader ☆

The day was bright—the sun beat down on your hair with such force that it made your body shudder. ‘So much for wearing a cute dress,’ you thought.

Despite this blazing heat, the town was bustling with an unusual chaos. Shopkeepers were frantically sliding everything off their wooden tables and into boxes for storage. Tamed horses cried out in distress as their stablehands shushed them soothingly, although their calm composure was quickly dissolving.

“What the hell is going on—” Before you could ask the timid florist next to you, the entire road in front of you became abandoned. Windows shut. Doors locked. Livestock stowed away safely. But here you were, your poor arms sore and stacked with shopping bags.

The road was silent. No laughter from children playing nearby. Not even the horses could be heard mewling. It clicked to you then, that something felt wrong, and rifles.

The soft clatter of horsesteps sounded behind you. You didn’t dare to turn around. Whoever it was could shoot you dead right then and there and you’d be fine with it. The light jingling of spur straps got closer and closer to you. ‘God, why did I even come here?’ Can’t a city girl just shop in peace?

“Are ya’ crying?” Your ears perked up like a meercat. A smooth, sultry voice spoke coolly in your ear. A gloved hand trails down to your wrist, where several purple lines were beginning to form due to your… shopping addiction.

“Hey, don’t ignore me,” the man smirked. A picture of perfect beauty—cosmic snow white hair and piercing azure eyes that clashed beautifully with the earthy murks of color in the surrounding saloons.

You didn’t think that you were staring for that long, but the beautiful man surely noticed. A long finger tilted your chin up to him. “Damn, you are pretty.”

A red blush rose to your cheeks as you scoffed, tugging your wrist away from him. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you spat.

The man’s eyes widened in profound surprise, his lips forming a questioning pout. His eyes trailed down to your dress—ruffled, white, and perfectly hugging your body how it was meant to. Then his eyes followed closely along your neck and décolletage—fine silver jewelry with tiny diamonds studded along the chain.

Something changed in his face when he caught a glimpse of the lacy bra strap peeking out from the top of your dress sleeve. His surprised pout dissolved into a knowing smirk. “You’re not from here, are ya’?”

A cold panic rushed through your spine, your cheeks beginning to heat up. “Why does it matter to you?” you stammered.

“Awe,” he teased. “Cute. It matters to me because you were the only person who didn’t run away when they heard me coming.” Fuck.

Satoru Gojo. The most wanted man in this area. The infamous rebel cowboy who saunters into town whenever he wants just to ravage some measly amount of gold. They weren’t scared of him because he was a thief—it’s because he was dangerous.

The most wanted man. And he was standing so close to you—close enough to smell the peachy rhubarb perfume you spritzed on that morning. “You’re not scared, are you?” he teased, his tone low and sharp.

“N-No,” you mumbled, head facing the ground in a cold panic. Satoru’s lips curled into a smirk again, his hands reaching to just pluck! the shopping bags right out of your hands, and sling them over the white stallion that trotted behind him. Did he really just flirt with me to steal my stuff?!

You turned around to cuss him out, less ladylike than expected, except he wasn’t leaving. He was waiting. “C’mon, get on,” Satoru gestured to his saddle. “I think I know the inn you’re staying at.”

You didn’t know if you should trust him. Your heart beat quickly—so quickly that you thought the heartbeats were visible to him. He nodded to you expectantly, white gloved hand outstretched to guide your steps.

You took his hand bitterly as silent curses left your lips. ‘I might actually die here today,’ you thought.

The white horse eyed you carefully as an overjoyed Satoru lifted you up by the hips onto the saddle. “Hold on tight, okay? I don’t wanna be responsible for some city girl‘s death today,” the cowboy grinned.

You swalled your insult back into your throat upon seeing his flashy, white canines smile at you. He most definitely caught sight of it, and his smirk grew even bigger.

His hand rested mere inches from your waist as he patted the stallion twice to start walking. “So,” he started. “Why’d you come into town today?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

He seemed taken aback by your snappy response. “Y’know… thieving around and such…”

“I seemed like a nice target, huh?” you laughed sheepishly.

Satoru’s face twisted into one of disgust. “Oh, please. What do I need with lacy bras and panties?”

“That’s no way to speak to a lady,” you mumbled, face flushed into a wine red. “Jerk.”

Satoru ignored your temper tantrum and began to whistle an old country tune as he walked next to you, hand on your thigh. The horse trotted to a steady beat, your skirt swaying with every horseshoed step.

The air was fairly humid now, and the sun was as strong as ever. You started to fan yourself quickly, silver bangles clinking as you did.

“Hot.”

“W-What?” you stammered.

The cowboy cocked an eyebrow. “Are you hot?”

“What do you think, genius?”

He chuckled loudly, earning a few stares from the townspeople around. “Let’s go for drinks. My treat.”

The bar Satoru chose was none other than the one your old family friend Toji Fushiguro owned.

It was loud. It smelled like beer and the men laughed like hungry lions. And besides the poor waitress, you were the only woman in there.

Satoru flung the door open like he owned the place, and glanced around at each table with careful consideration. “Garçon! Your best table, please!”

The entire bar went silent. You couldn’t tell if it was because the rebel cowboy whom they called “Six Eyes” was there, or because he managed to lure a naive, spoiled city girl into coming with him.

Satoru rolled his eyes. “I said please, so where the hell is our table—”

“Shut it, you piece of shit.”

“My, my. Look who it is. The only member of the Zenin clan with no inheritance,” Satoru hummed. “Had to open up a bar so you could afford all the women you date, huh?”

Toji stared him down like a hawk. Focused, precise, and deadly. “I said, shut your fuckin’ mouth.” Then, his eyes fell on you.

Toji’s eyes glinted with anger. Satoru’s crazy grin widened as he moved in front of you. “Oh-ho-ho! It’s her! You’re not jealous, are you?”

That earned Satoru a sudden lunge from Toji, but before it got bloody, a silver revolver was cocked right between Toji’s eyebrows. You grabbed Satoru’s gloved hand out of fear, the warmth of his hands radiating through the glove.

“One move and I’ll shoot this place up,” Satoru laughed. His grip around your hand tightened. “Don’t ya’ remember what happened last time?”

Toji didn’t even look at Satoru, no, his dark eyes were pinpointed on you. He spoke to you for the first time right then. “What are you doing with him? Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up?”

Satoru’s hand loosened around yours. What kind of connection did you have with this guy?

“You know this guy?” Satoru muttered, quiet enough for only you to hear, eyes still locked on the man before him.

“Y-Yeah, he’s a family friend…” you mumbled. “I actually came here to visit—”

The revolver suddenly clattered to the wooden floor. Satoru let go of your hand entirely. “I see.”

You didn’t know why his hurt voice made your heart throb so hard. A gloved hand reached around your waist then, fingers squeezing the soft flesh there. You yelped and shot a glare at Satoru, who flashed you a cocky smirk. “I still want your best table. Garçon.”

Toji’s jaw locked in place. “One drink and you leave her alone,” he threatened with underlying anger. “And don’t try to put anything in her drink either. I’m watching you, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Satoru guided you to the back of the bar to the sit-in seats right in front Toji’s counter.

“Can’t believe he made us sit in front of him. Look at him, he looks so angry. He looks like he about to shit himself,” Satoru whispered in your ear.

You laughed loudly, hitting the wooden counter in front of you. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Satoru nodded to the overworked waitress and waved her over. “What do you wanna drink, sugar?” Satoru grinned, leaning his head into his arms.

“Anything is fine.”

He frowned at your answer. “C’mon. You don’t have to be ladylike in front of me, y’know.”

“Okay… I’ll do one soda, please.”

“Make that two,” Satoru said. “Damn, you’re not even allowed to drink soda?”

You shrugged. “The closest thing I get to soda is apple juice.”

Satoru leaned back into his seat, legs manspreading further. “I wanna know more. But before that, tell me something,” he smirked. Your ears perked up.

“You’re single, right?”

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