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VIA VIA VIA HEAR ME OUT. secret santa b they get u and accidentally spill it / the big reveal…

(NOT SO) SECRET SANTA - aki hayawaka

summary: despite aki's best efforts to keep your gift a secret, his (stupid) roommates somehow manage to spoil the surprise.

genre: fluff, non-devil au, everyone is happy, crack

warnings: swearing, denji, f!reader, suggestive

notes: hope u like it babe !! this is my apology for the recent aki slander 😈🔥

now playing: rockin' around the christmas tree - brenda lee

"for the millionth time, do not tell [name] i got her, understood?"

denji and power sit crossed-legged on the floor, looking only half interested in what aki is saying. they're dressed in christmas gear from head to toe, heads swaying slightly to the christmas music coming from the record player.

power looks awfully happy with the pair of antlers that denji unwillingly brought her from the store after she threatened to throw a fit in the middle of the aisle. they're decorated with little bells, and every time she nods her head, aki can visibly tell how delighted she is from the jingles that they make. she now refuses to take them off.

denji's gone for a more traditional approach, sporting a santa hat with a light up pom pom at the end.

(the hat also says "ho! ho! ho!" if the button on the left is pressed, but denji had overused it so much that aki cut it open and took out the speaker. he then burnt the speaker. denji was told told it must have broken.)

"duh, i ain’t a snitch!" denji claims, saluting his roommate with a shit-eating grin. he would snitch, aki is fully aware of that. bribe him with a lollipop or a tit squeeze? done deal.

"why are we not allowed to tell her?" power asks, fiddling with rudolph's nose on her christmas jumper.

aki audibly groans, fingers working at his temples in exasperation. "because, it’s a secret santa. we aren’t supposed to tell anyone who we got."

power's face twists in mild disgust, "what is the point of that?! just give me my present now!"

aki rolls his eyes, raking his fingers through his dark hair, "because it builds the suspense, power. do you want to have all your gifts now and have none on christmas day?"

she seems to quieten at that, closing her eyes as she mulls over his words. after three agonizing seconds of her silence and aki wondering whether it'd be easier to just throw himself out of the nearest window, power pouts and nods.

denji dramatically sighs before aki can say anything further, slapping her twice on the back in an attempt to comfort her, "i feel ya, powey."

the girl mirrors the sigh, slumping against denji as she flips aki off with a scowl.

"you should thank me, human! i will not go and tell [name] that you have her!" she declares smugly, resting her body weight on the male next to her.

aki vaguely hears "ow, fuck! power, y’re crushin’ me! how the fuck are ya so heavy?!" and a loud slap that probably came from power as he walks away.

• . ✿ ° × . *.

aki really does try his hardest to keep the secret.

he finds himself slapping a hand over denji's mouth when he almost lets it spill, and shoving a piece of food into power's when the topic of the secret santa comes up.

it's only halfway through december. he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. he can tell you're starting to pick up on something fishy and it's beginning to stress him out.

"and so aki has-"

"what are you doing?"

power freezes up at the sound of aki's voice, head lifting from your lap as she scrambles to defend herself.

"nothing!" she says a pitch higher than usual.

your eyes narrow at aki who sends a subtle glare in power's direction before taking a seat beside you on the couch. you're immediately taking his hand in yours, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his knuckles to soothe his anger.

the man melts so quickly that it should be embarrassing, shoulders relaxing with a simple touch.

"she was telling me about secret santa," you fill in gently, "something about who everyone has."

power wishes she was dead.

the glare that aki gives her makes certain that she'll be banned from chocolates for at least a week. that's practically the same as death.

"was she now?" aki asks, an angry rumble in his throat.

the girl is looking at anything but his face; when had the wall become so interesting? look at that, is that a new vase? what are denji's pornos doing on the floor-

"why don't you tell both of us, power?"

before anything else can be said, she shoots up from her spot on the couch sweating bullets.

"meowy needs to shit!" is all she says before leaving the room at hurricane speeds. (if only she were that quick to close her mouth.)

you smile, turning to look at your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"so?" you question, idly threading your fingers through his.

"so, what?" aki responds.

he can tell from the way a small laugh escapes those pretty lips that playing dumb isn't going to work.

"nothing, just a bad day." he tries, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"you're snapping at power because of a 'bad day'?" you state, scepticism evident in your tone. "righhhht."

aki chuckles into your flesh, placing a chaste kiss there before pulling away. "yeah, that's all."

you press a kiss to his lips, tongue swiping over his. "sure, okay. i'll let you have this one, handsome."

the edges of his mouth tip up at the nickname and silent relief fills his veins at the clarification that you won't push the matter.

"thanks, love."

• . ✿ ° × . *.

aki swears on his life that he tries his hardest to keep the secret.

it's just that denji and power are not good secret keepers. they're a pair of loudmouths who are easily bribed. if not for your presence to keep him sane, aki's sure he would have strangled denji and confiscated power's antlers. actually, he's sure that if the gift he'd gotten you wasn't so important, he'd have let his roommates tell you already.

"makima, c'monnnn! i licked the floor so ya owe me a tit squeeze!" denji whines in a kneeling position on the floor.

going out for christmas lunch with you, his two roommates and makima may be one of the best and worst decisions aki's ever made in his life.

power still has her antlers on with a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, you had to persuade her to wear it, as she makes fun of her friend. there are still remnants of the snowball fight he was forced to engage in on her coat, and her nose is pink from the one denji threw in her face.

denji is as desperate as ever - shame didn't seem to find a place in his vocabulary. his purposefully broken santa hat is still finding a home atop his dirty blonde hair, though the pom pom looks like it's about to give up and fall off.

you on the other hand look ethereal in his eyes, a smile etched into your gorgeous features. with every small giggle that escapes your lips, aki feels his chest constrict almost painfully, heart thumping loudly within his ribcage.

you're still holding his hand; you have been for the past three hours.

"only if you tell me who aki has for secret santa, denji." makima answers, voice silky smooth.

it's meant as a joke 100%. everyone else in the room, even power, understood the joke. curse aki for forgetting denji's inability to read social cues.

"he has [name]!!"

on december 23rd, the day before christmas eve, denji tells makima who he has for secret santa in exchange for a tit squeeze. typical.

there's silence for a while. no one really knows what to say. all eyes are on the dark-haired male who genuinely seems to be in the middle of a breakdown.

denji's all frozen up and fully ready to make a run for it if needs be.

"i already know he has me, though." you say, confused.

comically, multiple heads whip towards you.

"...you do?" aki breathes, annoyance towards denji disappearing as fast as it came.

"well if you didn't already know, you suck at keeping secrets, honey. i've known for ages."

part of him feels relieved. if you already knew, then technically he didn't fuck up. technically, it didn't even count-

"it doesn't take a genius to figure it out, you know."

"for real, bro. i knew ya sucked ass like in general but not at lying as well-"

denji will be dead by morning.

BONUS:

"your secret santa gift was an engagement ring?" power asks, mortified.

"what a shitty gift!" denji pipes up, "it's not even edible- ow!"

you chuckle, fiddling with the ring that fits perfectly around your finger as aki smacks denji's arm.

"really? i think it's a wonderful gift." you muse, "it'll last way longer than food."

"so what?! food stays in your tummy forever!" power argues with her hand pointing at her stomach.

"no the fuck it doesn't! ya shit it out, duh!"

their bickering falls upon deaf ears as aki steals a sneaky kiss from you.

"merry christmas, [name]. i hope we'll spend many more together." his cheeks are definitely not dusted pink as he says that. not at all.

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satoruoo · 6 months

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WET DREAMS - gojo satoru

summary: crushing on someone is actually the worst emotional rollercoaster satoru's ever found himself on, especially when you offer to let him dick you down.

genre: fluff, very suggestive (16+), highschool au

warnings: swearing, f!reader, satoru is lovesick and horny, mentions of virginity loss, implied sex

notes: i just wanna be his gf man. PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME! based on one of my fav songs in all of history 😍

now playing: wet dreamz - j cole

at the age of eighteen, satoru comes to terms with the fact that he may or may not have a crush.

if he knew how wildly dehumanizing having a crush was beforehand, satoru thinks he might've avoided you like the plague. someone needs to explain to him why he practically skips to school, waking up at the crack ass of dawn to make sure he looks as sexy and dateable as possible, all to get your attention. someone needs to fill him in on why exactly he's giggling like some kind of schoolgirl at the mere mention of your name and flushing red when you make eye contact.

despite being one of the most popular people in school due to his god's-favourite level looks and extroverted personality, satoru surprisingly has no idea how to deal with these feelings. usually, he'd waltz up someone with ease, striking up a conversation about something random, and boom, instant devotion and companionship. but with a crush? it all goes flying out the window.

it takes him a week and a half just to work up the nerve to talk to you.

you're in his math class, and ever since you transferred in, satoru's been constantly scolded by his teacher yaga for his lack of attention. is that really his fault though?? as his crush seatmate, it's actually your fault for being so... he doesn't even know.

however, what he does know, is that your laugh is his favorite sound on the planet. it's even better than the sound of rain on a window. he somehow manages to elicit the sound with his 'lame ass jokes', as suguru calls them (you think they're pretty good), and the way you joke back sets his heart ablaze. the butterflies in his stomach don't gently brush against each other like in the movies. no, these butterflies are at war with each other, leaving that disgusting yet rewarding feeling of love in their wake.

with each lesson that passes, satoru feels himself getting closer and closer to you, close enough to sling his arm idly around your shoulder. close enough to invade your personal space without complaint.

a month into knowing you, he still isn't actually sure what it is about you that captivates him, but he knows that you're by far the most gorgeous girl he's ever had the pleasure of laying his cerulean eyes on. the way you carry yourself, your figure, your eyes, your laugh, your smile - nothing short of perfect. he catches himself staring, far too often for his liking, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

satoru's about 99.9% sure he'd skip math if you weren't there. who willingly walks into math class without being held at gunpoint anyway? talking to you makes the hour of hell more bearable. he asks you all sorts of things: your favourite colour, what kind of music you like, what your family is like - anything to get to know you better. he's always conversing with you, a stupidly attractive lopsided grin on his face as he listens intently to your answers.

suguru and shoko make fun of him constantly, poking and prodding him. he almost shoves shoko down a nearby flight of stairs when she asks, "isn't that your girlfriend?" rather loudly as you walk by. he thanks whichever god is out there that you didn't hear.

the next time he's in class, yaga threatens to split the two of you should satoru open his mouth to talk to you again. the way he immediately shuts up and folds his arms as he looks away is almost comical, he knows his teacher isn't joking.

still though, he finds a new way of communication. he'll die before he gets through an entire math class without exchanging words with you. as stealthily as he can manage, he rips a piece of paper from his book, scribbling 'hey :)' in the top left corner before placing it on your desk when yaga's eagle-like beady eyes aren't monitoring his most troublesome student.

satoru's heart is running laps as he watches you unfold the paper, wondering if you'll grace him with a response. you reach for your pen, the pen you're supposed to be taking notes with to not fail the class, and he glances your way as you write your reply.

'u miss me already? it's been 5 mins gojo'

lord, help him. his heart's doing a full gymnastic routine within his ribcage, bashing against his bones like it wants to hop out and dive into your hold instead. he's really close to letting it do just that.

'u wanna play t or d?'

he didn't actually want to play truth or dare, he just couldn't think of a way to explain that he did, in fact, miss you. what was he meant to say? "i wanna talk to you because i like you"? he'd rather take a punch in the face.

'no. do ur work'

satoru doesn't miss the way your lips curve upward slightly as he dramatically pouts at your message.

'please? :('

would he resort to begging just for you? absolutely. was he going to admit that? no way. he watches you gnaw on your pen, trying to decide whether or not to humor him. being caught note-passing in mr. yaga's class was like asking for the death penalty, but one little game couldn't hurt.

'one round'

satoru has never felt so victorious in his life. he's smiling from ear to ear as he fiddles with his pen, heart running a million miles per hour. the fun only lasts til you dare him to throw a pen at mr. yaga which he outright refuses, asking if you were hoping for his death. note-passing becomes the norm in his math class though, so he thinks he's won in a way.

• . ☆° ✦. °.

satoru swears it was an innocent crush at first, the kind that little kids experience when they just want someone to like them. a kind of puppy love. nothing serious. nothing meant to be serious. he couldn't handle serious after all.

he's sat with suguru in their usual spot for lunch, waiting for their brunette friend to join them. when she does, satoru's surprised and feels slightly betrayed to see you in tow. shoko's not the type to talk to others; she would much rather keep to herself, but her lack of social abilities doesn't seem to bother you at all. in fact, shoko seems more than happy around you, so much so that it takes her just three days to declare you as her new best friend.

(you brought her lunch because she forgot to bring money. she promised to pay you back but you'd insisted it was no problem. you're now attached at the hip.)

after that, satoru naturally finds himself around you more often which is both a blessing and a curse. suguru and shoko take to you quickly, meaning you're frequently invited to hang out with them and the trio eventually becomes a quadruple. having you around him constantly just amplifies his feelings (great!). there's longer conversations, more skinship, more texting for reasons other than homework, and a lot more reasons to like you.

"you think she's still a virgin?"

satoru violently chokes on his water, eyes widening as he turns to suguru so fast that he's sure he got whiplash. what kind of weird, unprovoked question was that?

suguru notices the way his white-haired friend is staring at him like he's grown a second head so he elaborates, "i mean, look at her, satoru. she's stunning."

as per usual, suguru is 100% correct. with those looks and that personality, satoru would consider it a crime if you'd never had a boyfriend. even if you had, it was technically none of his business. that doesn't stop his mind from wondering though.

after that conversation, satoru's been hyper-aware of you. he notices your thighs, the way your lips twist into a smile or frown, the curves of your hips, the flesh of your chest. everything about you suddenly becomes twice as attractive to him, all because of suguru's stupid comment. it's got him daydreaming - how would those pretty lips feel on his? he's pretty sure those curves would fit in his hold perfectly.

the thoughts only get worse the more he looks at you; the more he thinks about you. what would you look like sitting on his dick? how would he feel if your mouth was on him? if his mouth was on you? one night he wakes up in a cold sweat and an odd wet feeling in his boxers, looking around in horror when he realizes he wasn't fucking you senseless like he swears he just was.

shit, he's in deep.

satoru can't even make eye contact with you after that. he's so embarrassed; he'd literally dreamt about having sex with you. when he came clean to shoko as to why he was avoiding you, the girl just laughed in his face, claiming he was so horrendously down bad that it was funny. suguru fared worse with the news, he looked at satoru with a face that said 'tmi' before walking off.

you get suspicious, of course, you do, because satoru has never gone more than a day without some form of physical touch. he'd been oddly quiet too, around you specifically.

now at a loss, satoru is left to his own devices. he'd never ever been so obsessed to the point of wet dreaming about someone. it takes two whole weeks for him to allow himself to be alone with you. another week, and he's practically forgotten about it. it hadn't happened again so he chalked it up to just being a sexually deprived virgin.

he was wrong.

he was so wrong.

satrou stares at the note you just passed back to him, jaw slackening in shock.

'you ever had sex before?'

had shoko or suguru said something to you? no, that was impossible. as shitty as they can be, they were his best friends. they'd never do something like that.

that one dream he had circulates in his head, showing him images of things he shouldn't be thinking of in a math class. why were you asking him that?? his palms are sweating as he grips the note in his hands, crumpling the paper. he peeks at you, and he swears there's a coy smile on your face before you blink innocently.

damn you.

• . ☆° ✦. °.

don't get him wrong, satoru is not a pathological liar. he isn't, so he can't really explain why he answered that question with yes when he knows damn well the truthful answer is no.

'duh ofc i have'

he feels his insides constrict almost painfully when the edges of your mouth tip up as you read the message. a small, minuscule part of him hopes that you brush it off as a joke, or at least change the subject to something more suited to algebra, while a far larger part of him is screaming at him to continue this lie and see how far it goes.

'oh fr?'

his second chance to tell the truth.

'yeah i'm a pro'

a pro at what?? lying???? he hadn't been within 10 inches of a pussy since the day he came out one. he is not going to tell you that though.

'you wanna show me?'

what.

satrou thinks his heart genuinely stops. there's this buzzing excitement in his core, a new kind of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he re-reads the note for what feels like the 50th time to be sure he isn't hallucinating. if he wasn't in the middle of class, he's certain he'd have screamed at the top of his lungs.

his eyes seem to have suddenly stopped working, he can't look at you any longer. he turns to suguru, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that says, or is meant to say, 'help me'. the dark-haired boy has the gall to look at him oddly, disgusted even, before returning to taking notes. as a last resort, satoru turns to shoko but she literally just ignores him. fuck both of them, honestly.

seeing as he has absolutely no clue what to say to that, all satoru manages to write is:

'huh'

his handwriting is a little shaky; he hopes you don't notice.

'my parents r out this weekend so u can come over'

this had to be another sick dream. there was no way in hell that this was actually happening. he feels giddy - a million feelings surfacing in his heart: excitement, fear, love. the girl he likes is literally offering to let him dick her down, and who is he to refuse?

of course, the main and only problem is he's?? a?? virgin?? a closeted virgin, but still. the weekend was three days away, and in those three days, gojo promises himself to become some sort of sex god.

as always, shoko proves to be useless (she bets her left kidney that he'll stick it in the wrong hole) so suguru is satoru's only hope. suguru's less useless. ish. he refers his friend to three different porn sites that satoru watches religiously every night instead of doing his homework.

suguru is also surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, full of little tips and tricks that satoru notes down, fully invested in what his best friend tells him. he has no clue how you're so casual about the entire thing; you'd been talking to him as if nothing happened.

the weekend rolls around wayyy to quick in his opinion. he needs another 20 years to be mentally prepared.

satoru's heart is in his throat as he knocks at your door. whatever happens, happens, right?

BONUS:

"you confessed to her while y'all were going at it? jesus christ." suguru shakes his head in disbelief.

"no need to be so crude, suguru!" satoru protests as he threads his fingers through yours, "it was an in the heat of the moment thing!"

"we can see that." shoko quips, not looking up from her phone as you nod in agreement.

"i let him off 'cause he was cute," you say honestly and you feel satoru give your hand a squeeze, "and 'cause i liked him back."

"y/nnnnnnnnnnnnn!" he swoons, immediately dragging you into a hug that you return with a grin.

"lay off on the PDA, some of us are still single!"

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