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The fire crackles in the hearth, illuminating the room with a dim, warm glow that reaches out to you with a comforting hand. You look around the cluttered yet organized room, desks lining the walls, and a spiral staircase starts its way up against the back wall, spiraling up into the unknown. The desks are full of trinkets and scrolls that spill over the desks like rivers on cliffs. You walk towards the staircase...

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Cloud Nine

Jujutsu Kaisen: Choso Kamo x Reader

Hello, I hope you’re having a good day! I’m very open to making a part 2 of this if there’s enough love for it (I might do it anyways). I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you have fun reading!

Word Count: 4,340

Tldr: Your friend drags you to a party after a shitty day, but what you didn’t expect was to meet someone who is just as done with the parties as you were. And just maybe, he matched your energy perfectly, leading to a little bit more than being smoke buddies. 

Content Warnings: Weed usage (a lot), the use of (Y/N) like twice, Naoya Zenin, frat parties. 

It was a Saturday, but the day hadn't been easy because it was the weekend. Your on campus job had kept you on your feet the whole damn shift, and when you got home, you discovered your cat had had a bout of diarrhea. All across the house. Bathing your cat had proven a harder task than you initially thought. The poor girl struggled away from the showerhead, hissing as you held her from the nape, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.

After all of that, you still had to cook for yourself, and the thought was nearly too much to bear. Luckily though, you saved some frozen dinners for times like these. After eating, taking a shower of your own, and profusely apologizing to your cat with treats and an absurd amount of catnip, it was finally time for your nightly ritual. 

Grabbing your stash, a smile blossomed across your face as you stepped outside.The weather was perfect, cool air and the smell of distant blooming trees met your senses. You lounged on a camping chair, your feet on an ottoman with a joint in your hand while music floated softly up from your phone. You were about a quarter of the way through the joint, breathing the smoke in, holding it for a second or so, then breathing it out as you watched the smoke curl up into the air and slowly dissipate. The high was pleasantly fogging your mind, and you leaned back, swaying with the music when it cut off abruptly, being replaced with the comparatively harsh sound of your ringtone.

Nearly dropping your joint out of surprise, you scrambled to put it down, collect your thoughts and trying to sound somewhat sober before checking the caller ID. Breathing a sigh of relief when you saw it was your friend, you swiped to answer. Putting the phone on speaker and resting it on your leg, you picked your joint up once more. 

“Hey Cassie, what’s up?” You asked before slowly drawing more smoke into your lungs. Her usually cheery voice sounded withered and anxious when she responded. “Hii, so listen, I know parties aren’t really your thing,” 

You exhaled and grimaced. She was right, parties definitely were not your thing. “Buuut, there’s one at Delta Kappa Phi that I realllly want to go to, and the girls ditched me tonight! They’re going to some restaurant for Sam’s boyfriend’s birthday or something, and I think I’d rather die than go alone,” Now that she was actually talking, she sounded a lot more upbeat and slightly distracted, as if she was painting her nails or something while talking. 

You stayed silent for a moment, mulling it over before finally responding. “At Delta Kappa Phi, really?” You asked, judgement seeping into your tone despite your attempts to hold it back. Delta Kappa Phi was the most infamous frat house on campus, known for its ragers that ran early into the morning and the walks of shame the ladies on campus made as they left the day after. 

“Yes!” She sounded almost offended. “Of course, they throw the best parties on campus, and there’s something for everyone from what I hear~” She said the last part almost teasingly. Cassie knew you smoked weed, you had given her space to try it for the first time. In a controlled environment with plenty of snacks and things to help if things went south, of course. But it was almost like she knew you were in the middle of smoking. You sighed before responding. 

“I don’t know, Cass, it’s been a really long day. I don’t know if I have the energy for a room full of horny guys trying to get some tonight.” She giggled on the other side of the line. “Pleeeaassseee! I’m already ready, and we can wait as long as you want before leaving!” You groaned, rubbing your eyes with a free hand. She was never usually this insistent. “Fine.” You grumbled, crossing your arms grumpily. The last thing you needed was a party tonight after your shit ass day, but if you could get some free weed, it might make the night worth it. 

“Perfect! Because I’m already here! Look to your left~!” She sang, and you straightened up, your eyes swerving to where the balcony opened up to the street and campus. Surely enough, there she was, standing on the campus grass across the street, waving excitedly at you. You let out an audible groan. “Of course you are. Come on up, you know the code, let yourself in. I’m finishing this before I even stand up, though.” You watched as she looked down the road both ways before giddily bouncing across the street in barley contained excitement. “Thank you sososo much!!” she squealed. Her excitement was infectious, and you found yourself smiling just at how happy she was. 

A couple hours later, you stood outside of the aforementioned frat house, dolled up and dressed in cute, but comfy clothes. There was no way you were wearing anything like some fuckass corset after the day you had. Cassie was practically vibrating by your side, and you could tell the only thing holding her back from running into the house was your word. She eyed you excitedly. You groaned quietly, rubbing your head at the headache you could already feel starting from the music practically vibrating the house. 

“Okay, let’s go.” You sighed, beginning a slow ascent towards the porch. She bounded up the steps next to you. “I promise you won’t regret this! You’ll find something you at least somewhat enjoy! Or someone~!” A small smile worked its way onto your face from her optimism and you shook your head. “Whatever you say, Cass.”

Walking in, you were immediately bombarded with the overstimulation wombo combo. Music thrummed at levels that should be bursting eardrums as lasers cut through the darkened room, illuminating bouncing bodies in the crowd as people danced. A fog machine was going somewhere, filling the room with an odd smell that combined with the smell of alcohol, and somewhere, the faint smell of weed. Stepping into the room, your shoes began almost immediately sticking to the floor from spilt alcohol and god knows what else. You were not high enough for this.

 A frown worked its way onto your face in seconds, and you watched Cassie bounce into the kitchen where you presumed the alcohol was. Stun locked from all the stimuli, you stood to the side of the door for a minute or so, doing your best to acclimate to the environment around you. A man worked his way out of the dancing crowd and began to approach you. He was short and slender with blond hair and an expression on his stupid face that was already pissing you off. You eyed him for a second as he approached, before promptly deciding whatever he was about to say was most certainly not worth your time. He finally stopped to the side of you, in front of the door you noticed, and began smirking cockily. 

“Hey~ Haven’t seen you around here before, what’s your name, sweet thing?” He asked, leaning in and placing his hand on the wall beside you. Irritation flared in your gut, and your face surely showed it. Before even waiting for you to respond, he continued. “Name’s Naoya, Zennin, you’ve probably heard of m- Hey!” You cut him off as you shouldered past him, heading to the kitchen where Cass disappeared to. Your initial judgement was proven correct from the moment he walked up to you, he was nothing more than a horny piece of shit so full of himself that he neglected to see anything around him. 

You glanced back as you came to the entrance of the kitchen. The man was stunned as he watched you walk away, so much so that you guessed he didn’t realize he was still standing in front of the door. The door flew open and Naoya was promptly hit and shoved into the wall as a man who looked much too old to be at a college party walked in, seemingly already wasted as he yelled something about getting the party started. A smile cracked onto your face at the instant karma, laughing to yourself as you walked into the kitchen. 

Cass was leaning against a counter chatting with some guy in front of her with long, dark hair that was put up into a messy half up half down style and purple eyes. She absentmindedly glanced towards you as you walked in, turning her attention back to the man in front of her before quickly doing a double take, her eyes lighting up. 

“There you are!” She exclaimed. “I thought I lost you already!” She smiled even brighter as you crossed the short distance, reaching to inspect the bottle of vodka on the counter behind her. She moved to the side to make it easier. “Yeah, I had to uh…Get used to it in here, sorry,” you mumbled as you read the information on the handle in your hand. 

Cassie smiled mischievously as you poured yourself a shot in an empty shot glass, one of many littering the counter. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with alcohol before!” You chuckled silently as you scanned the kitchen for a chaser. “Yeah, as you know, it’s not my preferred vice.” Finding an opened bottle of sprite, you decided it’d do the job as you poured yourself a red solo cup of that. Raising the shot to Cassie, you tilted your head in question. “Do a shot with me?” You asked. She giddily agreed, pouring her own shot and looking to the man next to you who had been silent so far, but eyeing you nonetheless. “Oh my gosh, sorry! (Y/N), this is Suguru, he lives here. Sugu, this is (Y/N),” the both of you nodded to one another in quiet, mutual respect. Though he was eyeing you, he was respectful about it.

Cassie eyed the two of you awkwardly, as if she couldn’t handle the silent interaction. “Okayy, well, do you want to join us?” She asked Suguru, who shrugged. “Sure, why not? May as well, since I’m stuck here.” He got to pouring his own shot and chaser. You noticed Cassie didn’t have a chaser. 

“Okay, cheers!” Cass chimed as the three of your glasses clinked, before all of you downing your respective shots. You swallowed but immediately grimaced. No matter how many times you’d tried it, alcohol still wasn’t getting any easier. You reached for your sprite, downing probably half of the cup in an attempt to make the burn lessen. Cassie, who quickly realized her mistake, made puppy dog eyes at the other half of your drink. You rolled your eyes but handed it to her. Suguru seemed nearly unaffected by the liquor, sipping his chaser silently. 

“It never gets easier. Alcohol still sucks ass.” You mumbled as you felt the liquor curling itself down into your stomach, making you almost immediately queasy. Cassie nodded and Suguru chuckled with a shrug. “You get used to it eventually,” He stated. Cassie grinned, swaying side to side with her eyes closed happily as the alcohol took effect. “At least it does its job!” She smiled, opening her eyes again and staring at Suguru. “Say, Sugu, where’s Choso at? He’s a stoner, right?” She asked, leaning against the counter once more. Suguru hummed for a second, leaning back. “Last I saw he was out on the back porch smoking. Now that I think about it, he’s probably still there, he’s a sloth and doesn’t move once he’s found somewhere comfortable.” Your eyes lit up the slightest bit, now he was speaking your language. Cassie turned to you, wiggling her eyebrows. “Go say hi! I know you like to be a lonely loner, but I’ve met him, he’s suuper nice!” She leaned forward at the second to last word, the action making you question how many drinks she had had in the matter of minutes before you had joined them in the kitchen. 

“Plus, he’s hot!” She chimed in, grinning like a Cheshire cat. At a bored glance from you and a surprised look from Suguru, she defended herself. “Whaat? I’m only speaking the truth! He’s not my type though, he’s all yours!” She said cheerily, grabbing Suguru’s hand as she began dragging him out of the kitchen, the man looking like he’d much rather stay in the sanctity of the quieter kitchen. 

You stumbled over your words as she left. “Wai-Wh?? Why’d you even drag me here if you’re just going to leave?!” By the end of the sentence, you were alone in the kitchen. You groaned, leaning against a counter. You would have slid down to sit on the floor if it wasn’t also covered in alcohol. Rubbing your temples, you took a deep breath or five as you prepared yourself to brave the main room once more. Off to the back porch, you guessed. At least it sounded a lot quieter than here. The residuals of your high kept you from beginning to freak out, that energy channeling to your stomach instead. 

Your eyes drifted to the counter opposite the alcohol counter, where a plethora of snacks laid, open and waiting to be devoured. You grabbed a party sized bag of cheddar chips at random, there were at least six more assorted bags of chips on the counter, so it’s not like you were taking from anyone, and began to steel yourself to travel back into the ocean of overstimulation. 

Travelling out was a little easier than it was earlier, armed with the bit of alcohol in your system, your bag of chips and the unopened joint in your pocket, living felt easier. You kept to the edges of the room, avoiding the crowd at any cost, until you found a hallway that looked like it might lead to a back porch. Hopefully. Walking down the hallway greeted you with rows of bedrooms, with sounds from god knows who coming from the occasional closed door. 

Finally, you found your way to a door that led outside. Closing the door behind you, you took in the surroundings. The music was a lot quieter out here than it was out front, dulled to a low vibration and the quieter music filtering through open windows across the house. The air was cooler than it was earlier, bordering on the point of chilly. The back porch was decorated with a few chairs and a swinging bench to your left. There was a few couples and groups of people lounging in the grass of the backyard, some stargazing, others chatting in hushed tones. It seemed like everybody out here enjoyed the quiet as much as you did, and there was an unspoken agreement to keep it that way. This was for sure more your vibe. The smell of weed hung in the air, and you did a quick scan for the source, quickly spotting a man with messy black hair and a face tattoo across his nose. He was wrapped in a blanket from his shoulders down. His face was illuminated briefly by the lighter as he lit the bowl of his bong and began drawing the smoke in. This was definitely more your vibe. You waited for him to exhale before walking up. 

“Are you Choso?” You asked, managing to mask the upset, overstimulated tone that your voice wanted to convey. He looked up at you with a nod and questioning look in his gaze. “I heard you smoke too,” Holding up the bag of chips in one hand and the joint on the other, you managed a meager smile. “And I come with offerings," 

He looked you up and down for a moment before nodding and scooting over, offering you a spot on the swing. You sat down, passing the chips over to sit between the two of you, opening them and smiling as the scent of the over processed cheese smell filled the air for a moment. You grabbed a chip and brought your legs up to sit in criss cross position, leaning back and beginning to relax for the first time since you had arrived. 

After taking another long drag from the bong, he exhaled and passed it over to you. Thank god, you thought, you had been meaning to buy your own bong for a while now, but the timing (and finances) were never right. Bong hits were so much smoother on the throat you noted as you inhaled, letting the smoke curl in your lungs before breathing it out slowly, the mild coughing spell that was present with your normal hits noticeably vacant. You didn’t notice it, but Choso’s eyes were on you the whole time. You looked over to pass the bong back only to find him staring at you. 

Grabbing the bong, he spoke as he looked away, poking at the ash inside the bowl. “So, you know my name, want to return the favor?” You realized you hadn’t introduced yourself with a rush of embarrassment. Nearly stumbling over your words, you apologized and gave him your name. He nodded, then took his hit, holding it for a couple more seconds longer than you normally did. “Nice to meet you,” he mumbled as he passed it back. You nodded, and the conversation died out as the two of you continued like that, trading hits and munching on chips sporadically. 

Conversation eventually began flowing between the two of you, if you could call it that. Soft words spoken between draws of smoke, neither of you in a rush to respond to the other. 

“What brings you here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” You took a hit. “Yeah, a lot of people have said that tonight. I’m not normally one for parties,” Choso took a hit. “So, why come tonight then?” A slow draw from the bong, and an even slower exhale. “My friend called me begging for me to come, then promptly left me alone, going off to hang with ‘Suguru’ almost as soon as I rejoined her,” You passed it off. “Rejoined?” He mumbled curiously as he passed. “Yeah, it took me a minute to get used to the everything of it all. Then some fuckass tried to make a move on me, which just pissed me off.” You murmured back as you passed it back. 

The two of you continued like that, you telling him about Naoya and the kitchen interactions. He would chime in with a question, but mostly stayed quiet. Eventually the conversation shifted to life things. You talked about classes, work, and your cat, he spoke about what it was like living at the frat house and classes. Before you knew it, he was getting ready to pack a third bowl, when you realized you still had a joint. “Whoa, wait, I didn’t come not to share, let me,” You offered, opening the joint container with a quiet ‘pop!’ Your head was floating pleasantly, and a content smile graced your face, the overstimulation and frustration of earlier had melted away. 

Grabbing the lighter from his open hand, you lit the end of the joint, twisting it in your fingers so it lit evenly, taking a quick puff to make sure it was lit well enough before turning to pass it to Choso. As your eyes lifted to his face, you saw he was staring at you, openly this time, with something close to a lovestruck smile on his face. Your body reacted before your brain could, a furious blush crept up your features as you tore your eyes away, the deck floor suddenly very interesting. Choso seemed to snap out of it as well, averting his eyes as he took the joint with his nimble fingers. He hesitated before taking his hit. 

“S-Sorry, I uh…I’m not used to people sharing with me, usually people only hang out around me for my weed, y’know..” He mumbled, stammering before taking his hit, a blush beginning to lay itself across his own features. You stifled a giggle. 

Choso’s heart beat a little harder in his chest. That’s totally what it was, not a cover for the person he’s been sharing with all night catching him staring for the second time. It totally didn’t help that they were so pretty and fun to talk to, and he loved listening to their voice. Totally not that. After a couple seconds of waiting for him to pass it back, you turned your eyes back towards him. He was staring off into the distance, like he wasn’t really looking at anything. A blush graced his features, darkening even over his nose tattoo. 

With a shock, you noticed that Cassie was right, he is hot! His chiseled features leading down to a slender neck, and you peered down the very front of his shirt at the glimpse of chest you could see- ‘ohmygod stop!’ You thought as you realized you were staring worse than he was. You quietly moved the bag from between the two of you into your lap and scooted a bit closer to him, leaning into him briefly. “Helloo? Earth to Choso? Are you going to pass it or just let it burn?” You asked teasingly, a small smirk making its way onto your face. He jumped at the contact, hurriedly passing the joint to your awaiting hand. You realized he hadn’t breathed the smoke out yet when he  doubled over into a coughing fit.

“Yeah-Yeah, sorry!” He spluttered, avoiding your eyes. A giggle left your lips and Choso’s heart fluttered. He looked at you again, having recovered from his fit, and spoke as you drew in the smoke. “You seem…happier.” He said with a smile. You exhaled, leaning back and enjoying the head rush of the high. “Yeah, it helps me regulate. I get overwhelmed really easily. Plus it's been a shitty day,” You mumbled, passing him the joint and lolling your head to the left to look back at him, flashing him a dazzling smile. “It helps that I’m in good company!”  

“Yeah..” Choso mumbled, looking away from you as he took in the air. Your face soured slightly. “Is something on your mind?” You asked softly. Choso glanced at you, taking his hit slowly, holding it for a couple of seconds before blowing it out in front of him. “I don’t have company very often, I’m not really used to having someone to smoke with.” He murmured. You smiled, looking away from him as well. “Well, I guess we’ll have to change that. If…you’re okay with that?” You asked, hoping with something deep in your soul that he’d agree. A smile broke across his face as he passed the joint back. “I’d like that.”

The night continued like that until sometime early in the morning when Cassie, disheveled and yawning, came out of the back door. “I’ve been looking for you!” She said, rubbing an eye. “Where else did you expect to find me?” You asked humorously. At this point you and Choso had stopped smoking a bit ago, now sides pressed together and his head leaning on your shoulder, his blanket wrapped around the both of you. Cassie seemed to wake up a bit at the sight. 

“I wanted to walk home with you, but I can see you’re busy, sooo…” She said as she turned and slowly began towards the door. You bit your lip, glancing down at Choso, who was looking at you with sad eyes. You turned towards Cassie. “Fine, I guess I’ll walk you home,” you sighed. Looking back to Choso, you smiled sweetly. “You have my number, text me whenever you want to hang out, and I’ll do the same, okay?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair gently. He reluctantly nodded, pulling away from your side. 

You said your goodbyes and began walking through the house. It was a lot quieter now, with normal lights on, but only enough so people could still sleep. Standing was a little dizzying after god knows how many hours and how much you smoked. Travelling through the house with Cassie, passing people too drunk to drive or walk home passed out on the sofa, beanbags and the floor, you felt infinitely happier than when you had arrived, the remnants of your shitty day having been forgotten. 

You walked Cassie to her dorm you declined her offer to stay the night (morning) at her place. “Are you sure? I know your dorm is like, ten minutes away, and you’re pretty fucked up…” She mumbled, obviously concerned for your safety. You smiled, putting your hands in your pockets. “I’ll be okay, I promise. I really just want to sleep in my own bed right now.” She nodded, and the two of you bid your farewells before you headed out. 

The darkness of the 3 am campus was soothing, cool air licking at your skin. The walk was sobering you up, slowly but surely. Only time would completely wash the high from your mind, but walking back to your dorm was an unexpectedly pleasant experience. The walk went smoothly as can be, making it to your dorm in a lazy fifteen minutes. 

Entering the front door and  locking it behind you, you were greeted with your cat walking out of one of the rooms of your apartment, yowling at you like a woman starved. Oh shit, you forgot to feed her before you left! “Fuck, girlie pop, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you rushed to feed the poor girl. You sat with her while she ate, fighting off sleep. Getting your teeth brushed and the makeup washed off your face, you lugged your way into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. Sleep took you before you could even have the thought to change your clothes.

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Written at different times. Working on the whole sitting down and writing without making a whole plot and arc plan beforehand.

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I meant to write a little post saying I was off of Hiatus, and then saved it in drafts and promptly forgot about it. (Also I don't know how to get my drafts if anybody can help with that, I'd be eternally grateful)

Update: I figured out the drafts thing

But I'm off hiatus!! And better yet, I have a new fic done!!!

This one is over 10K works, 19 pages long, and I am so excited for my proofreaders to do their thing so I can get it out to you guys!!

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PORNST★R

𝜗𝜚 You’ve never really questioned where Megumi gets the money for his nice apartment from as a simple veterinary student. Until you’re scrolling through a camboy website late at night and realise- huh, isn’t that your name he’s whimpering under his breath? And, what would he sound like saying it in real life?

content: smut, camboy!Megumi, friends to lovers, closeted perv Megumi, male masturbation (a lot), female masturbation, edging, WHIMPERING, moaning, rambling, gooner!Megs lowk, pillow humping, overstimulation, dirty talk, teasing, humilation (a little), messy makeouts, dry humping, fingers in mouths, nippleplay, NURSING HANDJOBS, multiple orgasms, happy trails, praise, pet names (good boy, baby, etc), missionary, creampies, oral (f receiving), he eats his cum out of you, choking him w your thighs, crying, aftercare, happy endings

wc: 4.5k

a/n: eek! this is my treat to you all for 9k <33 I really cannot thank you all enough <33!!

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Your day so far has been terrible. Worse than terrible, like you burnt down a village in the eleventh century and now you’re being forced to reap the consequences in painful modernity. Firstly, your lecture was so boring you actively fell asleep at your seat and a girl had to nervously poke you awake with a pencil before you tripped over your own feet in a bid to get out as quickly as possible; then, a car drove through a puddle and splashed you with muddy water, and finally your shoes rubbed through your socks and now you have a fresh blister. It's rubbing against the heel of your shoe with every painful step, and you grimace as it stings.

All you want to do is go back to your dorm, slather yourself in bubbly bodywash, moisturise and pass out in your cosy bed. Unfortunately, you’re pre-booked into a movie night with your best friend, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you cancelled, right? Megumi’s always been understanding, after all.

“Hi Megs!” You say into your phone- he picked up on the third ring, how punctual of him- “I’m super sorry about this, but I’ve just had an awful day and I can’t come over. I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine.” He says back, voice crackling over the speaker. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon instead, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “thanks!”

On the other side of campus, Megumi Fushiguro is annoyed. Significantly. Because now you aren’t coming over, how is he supposed to indulge in those little squeaky gasps you let out at a scare and wrap his arms around you when you jump into them?

Not that he’s perverted, or anything, though.

Okay, maybe he is a little perverted, but that’s between him and… well, his tens of thousands of nightly viewers that pay to watch him fist his cock stupid.

Yes, tens of thousands- the view count climbing as he goes stupider and stupider, his eyes twitching closed above the field the camera offers to the strangers watching him get off. Sometimes they send in donations, begging for him to edge himself just a little longer or pinch his nipples. He’s surprised you didn’t think he had a side gig going, considering how many little trinkets and gifts he buys for you.

And he’s worked up enough already over your recent post; god, he tries so so hard not to look because he feels awful, but when he catches a glimpse of your thighs in a bikini on his feed he’s so gone he can’t help but mewl into his palm as the other slicks his cock. This week, you’ve posted a cutely curated set of your recent outings- and Megumi finds himself scrolling through the snaps of stray cats, foamy coffees, and study sessions to a selfie.

In the picture, you’re wearing a cute little tank top- and all Megumi can think about is how soft the sliver of your tits the photo affords him looks; how he wants to stuff his face between them and drool (he’s doing that already, saliva pooling in his mouth) while you pet his hair from above.

And so he finds himself setting up his camera to face the chair he’s slumped on, cock straining and leaking impatiently against his boxers as he wrangles his sweats to the floor; all it takes is a few taps of his keyboard, and he’s live.

His hand palms over the bulge in his underwear, watching the way pre dampens the cotton as the first donations already start flowing in. But he doesn’t care about that, not right now, as he has your post pulled up on his monitor and zoomed in pervertedly to the dip of cleavage in your tank top.

If Megumi was happy to let you stay at your dorm, you’re practically thrilled. Honestly, getting yourself off wasn’t part of your intended plan, but the seam of your underwear caught just right as you slipped into bed and now your fingers are carding messily through your own slick.

Your other hand, the one not circling your clit, is scrolling lazily on your phone through a live camboy website of all things. You can’t even find it within yourself to be ashamed, not when you’re being offered such a glorious array of whining men jerking into their hands.

“Nope,” you breathe, flicking past somebody in too-clear, pristine, professional lighting. “No…” you grimace again, ignoring the advert at the bottom of your screen telling you to ‘meet hot singles now!’

God, is there anything good on here?

Actually, you think surprisedly, landing on a slightly gritty livestream of somebody cracking out breathy moans through the occasional whine, maybe there is. It's like audio porn, but even better, because you know he's actually getting himself off, thick globules of pre snaking over his clenched knuckles while his other hand runs teasingly over his chest and pectorals.

Your index finger presses down onto your clit, applying enough pressure to make your hips lift a little off the bed as your thighs twitch restlessly. “Oh,” you moan to yourself, “mhm-“

On screen, the faceless camboy is repeatedly drawing his hand away from his poor, sensitive tip to watch the way his cock spurts out pre and soaks the messy happy trail crawling across his abs. “Hah, fuck-“ he whimpers, hips fucking into the air, “fuuccckk, feels good, hck-“

Oh, you think hazily, two fingers fucking into yourself, he’s gone totally stupid.

Nice!

He keeps rambling, the microphone picking it up. “Ohhhhmygod,” he slurs, “miss you. You’re so pretty, miss you s’bad…”

You pause, fingers buried knuckle-deep into your own cunt. Hold on- you recognise that voice. It sounds eerily similar. Your brows pinch in concentration as you rake through the people you know; nobody from your lectures, nobody you’ve spoken to in passing, nobody. You’ve been through everybody- well, not everybody.

Megumi.

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone and sitting upright, “no fucking way.”

The camboy has a catalogue of previous livestreams pinned on his profile, ranging in length from hours-long edging sessions to quick bursts of videos he must’ve spontaneously recorded in a bathroom or another public space that you really shouldn’t be camboying from.

The phone is obviously slung in his hand, his other set of fingers stroking across his abs before pinching the tip of his cock. The noise he lets out hits the microphone sexily, so sexily it makes your thighs snap together.

The first full video you click on is a landscape view. The bedroom is dark and fuzzy, grainy footage showing his whole, naked body (but not his face) as he spreads himself out rather prettily on top of his sheets. The man’s back is arched slightly as he humps into a pillow, his eyes no doubt rolling back in his skull if you go by the noises he’s making.

“Hnngh-“ he whimpers, cock buried within the plush cotton of the pillowcase, “oh fuck, it still smells like y-you-“ he’s rambling, “smells so good, so gooood, fuck, feel so bad-“ your cheeks are hot. That’s definitely Megumi’s bedroom, you’d recognise that neat pile of veterinary textbooks on the shelf anywhere; but, that isn’t his pillow.

It’s yours.

“Can’t help myself, feels too good-“ he pants, mouth muffled against the bed as he desperately grinds his pelvis down. “Wish it was you,” he moans as he cums, hips stuttering against the soft material.

It’s definitely yours, the one you accidentally left at his dorm a few weeks ago after you slept on his couch with freshly-washed hair and the smell of your shampoo seeped into the pillow. “Holy shit.” You mutter to yourself, entranced with the way Megumi’s moaning stupidly about how good it smells on camera to thousands of strangers.

Thousands of horny strangers, as evidenced by the comments.

> Oh my god his whines

> I’m so wet rnnnn ughhghgh

> THE RAMBLING FUCKKKK

You know it’s him, definitely- but you can never have enough proof. At least, that’s the excuse you use to justify why you’re salivating over a lewd video of him wrapping his shaky fingers around his base and tugging. “I wish it was you-“ he breathes, “wish you were here.”

Surely he isn’t talking about you, is he? At least, that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as you turn up your volume and your brightness simultaneously. “Fuck, you looked so good earlier,” he rambles to himself, occasionally cutting off his own train of thought as his fingers pull harshly. “I wanted you to fuck me so badly it hurt.”

He moans loudly, cracking at the end. “So badly, ngh-“

You’re shocked, honestly, sitting in bed as your best friend whimpers himself to an orgasm. You don’t realise he’s cumming until you hear him whine and his back practically arches away from the chair he’s in, shoving his slick tip towards the camera, and oh, he looks so pretty. His abs get a firm splattering, dripping messily across the sweaty skin, before he shakily drags a hand through the white. Then, the video ends, and you’re left to stunned silence and your own soaked gusset. And, of course, the comments.

> WHOOO is he talking about

> He’s so messy

> nghh his happy trail is sosoooso hot

You can barely face speaking to him the next day, nervously curled up on the opposite side of his couch and anxiously worrying your lip between your teeth. Lest you blurt out something along the lines of “I saw the video of you whimpering and humping my pillow and I had to take a cold shower afterwards”, you take a shaky sip of your water instead.

Now you’re back at Megumi’s place, you’re really registering how much money he must make from camboying. There’s nothing broken, not even little things like the window latches that, at your dorm, have a nasty habit of getting stuck closed in summer. And his clothes are nice too, in a subtle way- casual, but definitely made from a comfy blend of materials that polyester is nowhere near.

Your one saving grace is, dizzingly, that now you know he wants you too- and it’s maybe that (or the lack of sleep) that carries your next words out of your mouth.

“You know you can speak to me about anything, right, Megs?”

“Yeah?” He side eyes you, running a pale hand through his spiky hair. You squint. “Like, anything.”

He nods slowly. “Uh, yeah?”

“Oh, okay,” you say, “so when were you gonna tell me you make your money from being a camboy?”

Megumi freezes. His whole body tenses up on the couch and he looks rather nauseous.

“What?”

You shift into your hands and knees in front of him on the couch, slowly crawling towards his stilled body. “Don’t pretend,” you say, voice dropping into something a little breathy and very evil. Your fingers lightly drift across his thigh, and Megumi jolts. “I saw. That was my pillow, wasn’t it?”

His cheeks go redder than you think you’ve ever seen them- but he’s still silent, processing the fact that you know he fucks his hand every night on camera while whimpering your name. “I’m sorry,” he manages finally, voice thick, “I’m so, so sorry, I just- fuck-“

He dares a glance up, and almost chokes on his own spit. You look sorry for him, a little sad at how panicked he is; your eyes are big and round and, most of all, trusting, and it makes him feel hot. Mortification washes over him when he feels the blood previously flooding his face rush southwards, his sweats filling out the longer you pity him.

Honestly, he thinks he just wants you to take care of him. Maybe that’s why he’s spent so long begging on livestreams, cock buried in your scent or the fingers he wishes were yours.

“Admit it,” you whisper suddenly with a fresh burst of confidence at his blushing, your mouth hovering dangerously close to his. “You like this. Me pitying you.”

Megumi’s breath shudders loudly, his eyes screwed up as he gulps. Say it, Megumi! Something hisses at himself, you know you do. “Yeah. I really do.”

The initial press of your mouth against his is curved upwards as you smile into his tongue. You were expecting him to be just as tentative, but instead Megumi is messy- like he needs you to breathe, gripping you through your clothes with grabby hands.

“Mmpfh!” You squeak against his lips when he nips down- hard- on your bottom lip. He’s breathing heavily now, eyes shut lucidly as he leans into the gentle touch of your palms on his face. The kiss is sloppy; you keep pulling away for air, glossy strings of spit clashing in midair, only for Megumi to gasp and pull your mouth back closer.

It’s not close enough, though.

His hands are fisting in the shirt at your back, clinging to your waist to drag you atop his lap. Megumi doesn’t even realise what he’s done until you gasp, pulling back just long enough to gaze down at his face. All flustered and dazed, lips kiss bitten as he instinctually chases after your lips- how pretty.

You feel bad for the viewers, the ones on his livestreams who don’t get to see the face he makes when he’s all worked up. Your lap is splayed across his bulge, and when your hips lift up to awkwardly wriggle out of your jeans Megumi drops his forehead to your collarbone and whines at the loss.

And it’s that thought about those livestreams that brings your hand down his chest, feeling the fluttering beat of his heart, before playing with his waistband. He physically lurches when your hand, so soft and warm and loving, gently coaxes his cock out.

It slaps obscenely against his stomach, tip a pretty pink and dripping big beads of shining pre. There’s a significant vein striping down the side of the pale skin, curving around the length as it twitches hopelessly in the air under your watchful gaze. Megumi’s fingers are curling into the couch on either side, digging hollow dents into the throw pillows like he isn’t ready to allow himself to touch you.

Your other hand travels up his body towards his face, tilting his chin up towards you so you can take in his blown pupils and the haze already seeping over them like ink. His mouth is clamped shut, lips drawn into a thin line to keep his needy noises locked behind his teeth; so, logically, you have to open him up.

Two of your fingers slide tentatively into the warm, small space of his mouth, and Megumi accepts them like a ship going to the sea, waves battering at his sides. He feels a little like he's drowning inside his own head, being so vulnerable and pathetic under you, but the feeling of your digits gently probing at his tongue keeps him steady.

You’re still across his lap, scooted backwards to allow his cock to rest in the heated space between you as you gently take it in your hand. He moans immediately and his hips buck up. “Sorry.” He apologises thickly around your fingers as you ease them out, warm face dropping against your clothed chest. And yet, his hips don’t stop.

They splatter your hand with pre, almost erratically bucking up into your awaiting fist as you curl it into a tighter hole for him to thrust his length through. You use your other hand to pull at his hair just hard enough for him to turn and look at you, his cheek still pressed up hard against the outline of your tits visible through your shirt. You grin.

“Do you want me to take it off?” Your fingers are already curling into the hem. When you take your hand from his cock to wriggle out of the fabric, Megumi chokes on his own whine and desperately lurches forwards- but while your edging was cruel, the sight of your tits in front of him makes it worth it.

“Wait, slow down-“ You’re only just fumbling with the clasp and giggling when Megumi decides that it’s been long enough and he needs his mouth on you now. He trails sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from your throat to your sternum and soaks the lace of your bra with his spit before you rip the garment away and he connects his lips to your nipple.

At the same time as you gasp softly and arch further into his mouth, your fingers reconnect with his aching cock and resume their prior movements, only this time Megumi’s whimpers are muffled around your chest.

“Never want to think again,” he slurs suddenly against you, glossy spit trickling down the valley between your breasts as he pops back long enough to shove his tongue greedily into your mouth again. “Just… just- fuck, I’m so needy,” he cracks out, your lips parting loudly to welcome his own.

“You are,” you agree, gently bringing his face away from yours so you can look at him. His eyes are heavy and glassy, his mouth hanging open slightly as though their purpose is to await the next lick of your tongue between them. “But that’s okay,” you continue, stroking his head as his mouth attaches itself to your chest again. “You’re allowed to be needy.”

Your hand feels warmer, suddenly, as Megumi cums from your allowance. Maybe he’s been waiting for it, secretly, the permission from you to let go; his release drips hot and sticky across your knuckles, and there’s just so much of it. His cock is still spurting when you push him back against the couch, still messing the sliver of happy trail on his stomach you want to mouth at and ruining his shirt that’s covering the rest of the hair.

He has a forearm thrown across his eyes as his hips continue bucking, little whines and gasps hidden behind the skin. Your fingers trace the hem of his shirt and he shivers. “Off?” You question quietly. When he nods jerkily, you peel it away and oh, it’s even better than the livestream.

You always knew Megumi went to the gym and ate reasonably well, but the refined ridges of his abdomen, splattered with a trail of hair from his navel downwards, makes your mouth salivate. He’s embarrassed by you looking, you can tell, but it really isn’t your fault!

“I see why you have so many viewers now.” You giggle, standing up to unhook your panties and toss them to the side. Megumi watches in nothing less than total awe as your bare body is revealed to him in his living room. It’s an invitation, the way you look at him, he knows that, but he can’t figure out what he wants to do with it.

Bend you over the glass coffee table? He wouldn’t be able to see your tits. Doggy? Same problem as the coffee table, and he doesn't think he could handle seeing your ass move. If you got on top he thinks he’d cum embarrassingly quickly and then pass out, too much for your first time together, really-

He settles on missionary.

Which was probably a gigantic fucking mistake, he thinks as soon as you’re lying beneath him, because his brain immediately blanks when faced with you spread out like this. He’s kneeling in front of you, cock still dripping, but he’s unable to move from shock. “Fuck,” he swallows eventually, shaky hands landing on your soft, bare thighs.

“You’re… so pretty.” Instinctually, you blush; your cheeks are pinker at his sweet little praise than they were when you’d laid back on the carpet, rug cushioning the feeling of your bare spine and sinking comfily into your feet as you drew your knees up. “You too.”

It sort of just slipped out, a casual response to what Megumi said, but it makes him freeze. A slow, slightly malicious smile paints its way across your face as you sit up on your elbows, unintentionally pushing your chest towards him as your legs fall open. “You’re just sooo pretty, Megumi, the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, it just makes me want to-“

A palm clasps itself over your mouth and you make a muffled, indignant sound of protest. “Stop.” Megumi’s head is hung low as his chest reverberates outwards in his plea, his other hand tightly squeezing his cock; he must be sensitive if this is what a teeny bit of praise does to him, you think, letting your thighs spread further for him to shuffle between.

Your hand reaches up to peel his palm away from your lips. “Megumi,” you whisper, “you can fuck me. You’re allowed to.” His next breath escapes shakily, as his eyes fixate on the way his tip is lined up glimmeringly with the entrance to your pussy.

Somehow, the overwhelming need to bury himself inside you overrides the sense of terror within his bloodstream, and Megumi finds himself slowly pushing himself into you. “Oh,” you moan, hands coming up to splay across his shoulders, “fuck, Megs. That's so good, baby.”

The nickname unlocks something new in him, the feeling of your walls stretching out for him (and only ever him from now on, he decides hazily) while you gasp his name quietly makes his thrusts turn harder, seeking a new level of release he fears- no, knows- he’ll now only be able to reach from this.

The stretch is mean at first, his flushed length scraping past your sweet spots like he’s teasing them for later. Your chest heaves as you breathe through it and let him in, legs wrapping loosely around his lean waist while your hands come up to cup his cheeks and drag him down into another sloppy kiss.

This kiss is messy beyond comparison, spit and teeth and tongue more than lips as the pace of Megumi’s cock thrusting into you picks up. There’s a rushing of blood in your ears when your hand drifts down to rub your clit wonkily, a noise that subsides quick enough and lets you listen to Megumi instead.

And oh, what a thing to listen to!

“Fuck,” he’s moaning, voice cracking on the syllables, “you’re so warm, so tight, wanna- hnngh- stay here forever, god-“

He’s whining and crying, sobbing uncontrollably about how good you feel, how warm and wet you are wrapped tightly around him, and it sends a fresh wave of slick from you that decorates and splashes against his pelvis.

As hard as he tries to hold back and be a goody boy for you, Megumi cums first. The feeling of him spilling into you, thick and wet, makes you gasp brokenly as your nails dig into his shoulders. “Sorry-“ he heaves, pulling out, “I’ll make it up to you-“

He presses himself flat between your thighs, and you’re too dazed and throbbing to do anything but watch the way he’s staring pussydrunkenly at the sight between your legs. It’s almost nasty, just how much is dripping from your cunt down to the floor, in one thick droplet he’s lurching forwards and licking up with his mouth.

“Oh my god-“ you mewl, back arching up as he eats his own cum out of your pussy. Your hands reach down to grip at his spiky hair, more as an anchor than anything else- you don’t need to guide him, he’s good enough, although you don’t think Megumi would pull away if you wanted him to.

He’s completely lost in it, groaning and whining into your pussy with his eyes half-closed while his big hands wrap around your thighs and dig into the flesh until it dimples beneath his touch. You’re whimpering by the time he pushes you into an orgasm, lips suctioned tightly over your sensitive clit, but he doesn’t stop.

“Hah- wanted to do this f’so long,” he’s mumbling against your cunt, shoving his mouth open to lick a flat stripe across the full space you offer him. “So good, so good…”

Your pussy flutters needily around his tongue, his tastebuds coated and lacquered with your slick and his own cum. The concept should be off-putting to him, he knows that, but he can't be ashamed when your hits jerk into his face and he raises his hands to grip onto your plush thighs even more. Megumi barely realises what he's doing before you call him out on it.

"You- you want me to clamp them?" You gasp, watching the way he's smothering himself with your skin. Megumi moans in agreement, in admission. And you oblige.

Your thighs tighten around his head harshly, applying the maximum amount of pressure you can manage; his dark hair gets messed even more, his skull compressed, and yet Megumi thinks this feels like heaven.

Eventually, what little coherence he had left devolves into something close to devotion. He can’t do anything but lie there and gently grind his overstimulated cock into the soft carpet, his mouth smushed against your cunt as he unintentionally drags you into a second orgasm and you sob.

In fact, you’re both sobbing a little. There’s tears brimming in his eyes, saline drops threatening to streak Megumi’s already bright cheeks, while the water collecting at your waterline has already begun slipping down your temples. “S’too much.” You hear yourself slurring. Your voice sounds underwater, like it’s a recording of yourself you’re listening to.

As shaky and weak as you are, your hand manages to fist in Megumi’s hair and pull him back. His long eyelashes flutter a segment open, like he’s checking you’re real and here, before he draws himself up blindly to collapse beside you on the rug as you catch your breath.

A little like a tired puppy, Megumi drops his forehead against your shoulder and buries his face into the damp skin. Your arm curls around his back loosely, heat prickling your skin, and you clear your hoarse throat to speak coherently for the first time since he pushed himself inside you.

“You did really good.” You mumble, eyes closed and head tilted back. “So good.”

If a fresh sheen of tears starts to leak out onto your skin where Megumi is buried, you don’t comment on it. He wouldn’t say it out loud to you, not in a million years, but he feels safe. In an odd way, considering he’s naked and spent next to you in his living room with your taste still coating his tongue.

“Maybe…” you giggle, eyes still lazily shut as your fingers trace shapes across his bare back. “You should livestream it next time.”

He groans and tightens his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”

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a/n: thank you all so, so, so much again!! + this post was mainly inspired by @lipstainedgemini ‘s lovely posts about camboy megumi! <33

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Screaming, foaming at the mouth, lashing out at the bars of my enclosure. Holy Shit. @revolvingsaturn you are a mastermind at work, thank you for this masterpiece!

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no ai usage over here. you’re gonna get my shitty authentic writing whether you like it or not

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Hiatus :(

Still getting kicked in the ass by depression and work, haven't had an actual weekend in over a month because I've been working 6 days a week. Temporary little hiatus until I get back on my antidepressants lowkey.

I'll write stuff when I can, then have stuff ready to post when I come back. Or just post it when I finish it, idk lol

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Stereo Heart: Chapter One

Good morning y'all! I've been working on this for a couple weeks now, and I'm so excited to debut chapter 1! This is a modern everybody(?) lives Jotaro X Reader AU fic that takes place about a year after the end of SDC. Beware of spoilers!! Reader is lowkey autistic

Word Count: 2,545

Tldr: A frustrating music lesson has you taking solace in the biology building of your school's campus, and an unexpected visitor has you on edge.

No warnings for this one!

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‘Stupid chart. Stupid fingers and stupid guitar.’ You thought as you packed up your instrument, stuffing your sheet music into the front pouch of the guitar case haphazardly. It was sure to crinkle due to your harsh treatment with it, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. “And don’t forget to practice measures 68 to 120, this is an important through line, and the concert is only a couple weeks out!” Your instructor chimed, packing up her guitar, and putting her sheet music away delicately in its own folder. The sight pissed you off even more. How can she be so good at that stupid line so effortlessly and be so nonchalant about it?? You nodded as you stood, turning to face the door as your feet itched to be walking out of that dumb room. You slung the strap of your guitar case around your shoulder “Yeah, I’ll put some time onto it.” You mumbled, before making your swift exit. 

Your mind raced as you walked at a brisk pace, time dulling your annoyance as you crossed the university campus. You didn’t exactly know where you were headed, but you knew you didn’t want to go back to your dorm, and after spending the last hour in one of those cramped rooms with your instructor walking you through that dumb chart, another practice room was the last place you wanted to be. Your pace slowed as you reached the science buildings. You didn’t realize it while you were walking, but you crossed campus in a matter of minutes. Looking around, you seemed to finally take in the people around you, students making their way to their next classes, heading out for lunch, or towards the dorms. You suddenly felt more overwhelmed than you had been moments before, your fiery inferno of frustration melting away into small pricks of anxiety and trickles of embarrassment as people eyed you as they passed. Probably because you were standing in the middle of the walking path, doing nothing and forcing people to go around you. 

Your eyes landed on one of the nearer buildings, its entrance decorated with statues of faux animals carved into the walls. The animals forever caught in a show of greatness, all in poses that exemplified their unique attributes. You eyed them as you walked towards the building. Small mammals took up the bottom of the mural, anteaters, prairie dogs, bobcats, and others lined against the legs of the taller animals. As you walked into the building, one carving caught your eye. A spider seemed to stare back at you as you walked past it.

Entering the building, you were met with a lot less people. The building, despite its grand exterior, was structured quite normally, with a main gathering area and hallways sprawling out in different directions holding classrooms and other rooms of the like. The main room though, the one you were standing in, wasn’t boring in the slightest. The walls were lined with student projects, a model of a horse’s muscular structure caught your eye as you walked. As if the entrance of the building wasn’t awe-inspiring enough, the middle of the room held a large round fishtank that extended from floor to ceiling with tables and chairs circling the tank. It was about 15 feet in diameter, and held a reef that climbed up the middle of the giant tube like a colorful mountain, blocking sight to the other side of the tank. Many different kinds of fish, crabs and shrimp swam around lazily, you thought you might’ve seen the occasional small octopus or squid, darting in and out of the mountain-reef as they pleased. Some hid in plants that decorated the sand, others swam around, chasing one another. You smiled as you set down your guitar case against one of the tables, pulling out a chair to take a seat. The fish here always relaxed you. Something about the simplicity of animal life always made you smile. Sometimes, if you knew you were alone in the main room, you’d sing softly to the fish. More often than not, you’d play for them whatever you were working on at the moment. They seemed to like it, if they could even hear it, and you avoided using any of the extra loud instruments that might irritate them, so nobody really ever stopped you. Occasionally on the busy days you’d have a small crowd, mostly people just listening as they study. Today though, the room was empty as far as you could tell. You sighed, contemplating working on any other homework you had, before realizing all you had with you was your phone and instrument. Whatever, you liked doing homework in the comfort of your own dorm better anyways. 

You continued to watch the fish for a moment, before leaning and grabbing your guitar case from the floor. You laid it on the table in front of you, unzipping and opening it up. Picking up your guitar had your earlier irritation with it seeping back into your mind, but you took a deep breath, letting the unpleasant feelings disperse through your body. Closing the case and unzipping the front pocket, you were greeted with your rumpled sheet music. You grimaced as you removed it, as well as a tuner you keep in said pocket, and sat the case on a chair next to you. Your fingers worked to smooth out the crumples in the paper to minimal success, before you laid them out in front of you on the table. Picking the tuner up you clipped it to the head of your guitar, thumbing the strings lightly to ease away the discordant tones the weather outside has caressed the strings into. Once the guitar sounded right, you turned your attention to the sheets of paper on the table, frowning at them as if they could see you. 

You started out slowly, turning your attention from the pages to the fish as you thumbed some scales. You walked yourself through what you played as you watched the fish dart about. B flat scale, a fish darted after its brightly colored counterpart. A sharp scale, a crab to the left of the tank burrowed itself down into the sand at the bottom of the tank. Glancing back to the papers, you felt the irritation start to rise in your gut. Chart be damned, playing something is better than not playing at all. You turned your eyes from the music, you focused your full attention on the fishtank, turning your chair so you could see it fully without craning your neck. Comfortable once again, you sighed, your fingers starting to play the familiar chords of one of the first songs you learned on guitar, picking up the rhythm with ease, and beginning to hum and mumble the lyrics as you played.

“My heart’s a stereo…It beats for you, so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh.” you smiled, taking the song at a slower pace than the original, making it sound more like a love ballad than a pop song. The fish swam around the tank, unphased by your musicality so far. Soon, with the lack of your ability to sing and play simultaneously, the chords started tweaking a little, adding a note or so here or there, then as the song fell into what would normally be a more fast paced tempo, you started to have a little fun with it. You made sure to work the main chorus notes into the solo, but other than that the air between you and the fishtank was a blank canvas waiting for you to paint it with honeyed chords and fun upbeat notes. 

After a minute or so, you transitioned back into the chords of the original song, falling back into the tempo you set for yourself at the start and humming the closing vocals. Your eyes were closed at this point, a smile adorning your face and your fingers moving freely across the strings. As your little jam session came to a close, you took a deep breath, letting the silence hang in the air as you took in the lack of tension in your body, unlike the last couple of hours. Opening your eyes to look back at the fish and maybe start packing up, you were surprised to see a man sitting at one of the tables to your right staring at you, adorned in a black trench coat with some sort of wack ass chain hanging off of his left collar, as well as a black hat perched atop his head. At your unexpected visitor, and the fact that you didn’t hear him come in or sit down at all, you jumped, uncrossing your legs and straightening up. You quickly moved your guitar to the ground to lean against the chair that its case sat on. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry if that bothered you in any way, I thought it was just me and the fish!” You chuckled nervously, flashing him a half smile as the attempted joke of including the fish as your ‘audience’ fell flat. He didn’t respond for a moment. Despite having a bag on the chair next to him, his table was empty, so you weren’t sure when he arrived or if you had interrupted his studying; you certainly didn’t see him when you walked in, but now that you thought about it, you hadn’t looked on the other side of the tank for people. He looked familiar. After a moment it clicked. You’d seen him hanging around the music building a good amount recently.

His voice snapped you out of your overthinking haze. “I’ve heard about you. You’re the Sophomore who plays for the fish, right?” He asked, icy blue eyes boring holes into your head. His gaze was so intense, you found yourself looking away back towards the fish tank to try to calm your nerves. “Yeah, I guess. Do people really talk about that?” You asked, embarrassment flooding your brain at the thought that you might be a laughing stock of the campus. He turned his attention to the fish tank as well, much to your relief. “No, not really. Just the students with classes here.” He stayed quiet for another moment. “People seem to like your songs.” You smiled a bit, both from the fact that you were indeed not the campus clown, and at the subtle compliment you chose to take his latter statement as. 

“Thanks. So…you’re a student in this building, then?” You asked, sneaking a sideways glance at him. He nodded, feeling your eyes on him, and you gave a nod of acknowledgement before turning back to the fish tank, unsure of what to do. The silence hung heavy in the air, not quite uncomfortable, but more akin to unnerving. You felt the need to do something, anything, so you shifted your hands from your lap, to the papers on your table, turning your back to him as you got them into their own stack. Reaching for your guitar case, you tucked the papers away, zipping the pocket before turning your attention to the guitar itself, leaning against the chair still. You weighed the option of playing more here, the odds of that greatly dropping with the presence of the man behind you, as well as the fact you were probably going to be practicing more once you got back to your dorm. After a moment, you made your decision, grabbing the guitar and guiding it to its case, zipping it swiftly so all of your items were consolidated. After running out of things to do, you turned back to the fish tank with a sigh. With a realization that sent a shock down your spine, you noticed the man’s attention was on you once more, making you avert your eyes to the floor and start rubbing your hands together in your lap. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, his gruff voice breaking the silence. You swallowed the lump of anxiety in your throat before responding. “(Y/N).” You spoke, voice coming out weaker than you meant it to. Damn throat. You glanced at him, watching him mull the word in his mouth before nodding and turning back to the aquarium. “Yours?” You asked, voice seemingly finding its footing now, as it came out more steady and confident.You were still staring at him, it was his turn to feel the burning questioning of your gaze, as he took his time responding. “Jotaro Kujo.” 

You nodded, thinking it over in your head for a bit before a silent chuckle escaped your lips. You shook your head and turned to your guitar, picking it up and slinging the straps over your shoulders as you stood up straight, Jotaro's attention on you fully now. “Your name, it suits you.” You said, giving him a quick smile before turning and slowly making your way through the tables and chairs to get to the entrance of the building. Once you broke free of the throng of chairs and tables and started towards the door, you heard his voice. “I think,” You turned towards him at the sound of his voice, his words faltering when you locked eyes. He took a breath and started again. “I think they like it. The fish. And the music. You shouldn’t stop.” He said, averting his eyes from your own quickly. You mulled it over in your head for a bit before smiling. “I didn’t plan on it.” You let the statement hang in the air for a moment, turning your attention back to the aquarium, taking in the sight of the fish for the last time for that day before looking back at him, meeting his eyes once again. “Goodbye, Jotaro.” You said, giving him a small smile before turning back to the entrance, walking away. 

Making it back to your dorm, you shut the door behind you, honestly just glad to be home. You removed your shoes and continued in, grabbing some water from the fridge before making your way to your room. Quickly shrugging off your guitar, leaning it against the wall by its holder, before flopping yourself down on the bed. Your mind should be on the piece you were struggling with, but your thoughts drifted back to the familiar man you met. So he was a biology student of some sort, huh? Then why has he been hanging around the music building so much? Now that you were putting some thought into it, he wasn’t the only non music student hanging around the building. You couldn’t remember him very well, but you knew he had red hair and you had seen him and Jotaro together at different points. Sighing, you clicked open your phone, staring at the time listed there. Your roommate would be home in an hour or so, so you figured you should probably get to your homework and stop thinking about random guys. The two men melted away from your thoughts as you prepared to do some of your less desirable homework, grumbling to yourself about math and science. Little did you know though, this would be the start of a very memorable journey in your life, math homework aside.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! I'm so excited to put this out there, and even more excited to see what people think. Let me know your thoughts, questions, and any criticism you might have! Have a good day <3

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ALWAYS a good feeling to come back to what you're writing after a while and re read through it then genuinely get tf into it!

Then it just fucking ends. Because you haven't written more yet. 😫

Light spoilers for future fic under the cut, consider it a treat for me disappearing for two months 💕

Eat well, my pretties, I am almost 12 google doc pages into this one, and not even actually in the smut yet 😇

Almost 6k words so far 🔥🔥🔥

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ok i've written about two pages, back into the ether I go byeeeee

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I have infinite respect for smut writers *cough cough @celestialking cough* because HOW do you transition from normal writing to smut scenes. I'm floored. Humbled. Ashamed, even.

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I'm going to be so fr with you guys, my doctors are messing with my meds, and I'm in the depression TRENCHES y'all. Idk when the next chapter/thing I write will be posted, I'm trying, I promise 💕

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That’s crazy what did the animals ever do? 😭

Also 2 episodes in and I’m about to start looking for Dio stuff lmao and maybe…. Just maybe if I get into it enough I might scribble something

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Ooooo! Looking forward to it! Dio is a classic and he only gets better 🤤

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I finished the first episode … the dog 😥

But on an unrelated note- dio voice 🤤

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Dude, fair warning the animals in JoJo's get targeted for no goddamn reason

None of them are safe 😭

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I will def give you an update when I do watch it, playing tipsy comp rn sooooo my judgement might be off lolol -🐑

Real, comp is a different beast. Good luck!

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Oo yes yes food and shower area must 🤍

Okay. I’ve decided, I will start watching Jojos tonight

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LANABDUDBEBAOSNA

LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE IT YOU KIND OF HAVE TO FORCE YOURSELF THROUGH PART 1, BUT IT GETS GOOD GOOD AFTER

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Eye candy you say 👀

All I know is the English voice actor for Dio is the same for Laxus from Fairy Tail and that makes him infinitely hot sooo

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He isssss, I promise and there's so much more where that came from too 😩

I haven't seen Fairy Tail in forever, my family used to watch it together but stopped eventually :/