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▸ RUDOLPH - GOJO SATORU. (forbes30!gojo au)

synopsis: you've heard your boyfriend scream three times in your life. once in a haunted mansion, another when he thought a certain gremlin was supposedly dead, and lastly... after a shower, down the stairs as he sulked practically naked with only a towel covering his hips — a total drama queen.

content: 3.5 k words, unedited. reader is satoru's girlfriend, she/her pronouns. a little snippet of Toji and his babies (Megumi and Tsumki), noncanon complaint. it's a little suggestive, but it should be okay to be deemed sfw ◡̈ can be read on its own, but this is part of the forbes30!au !!

kudos to you if you know which scene from a popular studio ghibli movie inspired me. because you can't convince me gojo isn't him ◡̈ header from @/ooreonii from twt

“AHHH ahhHHHH!”

There was no one else who could scream like that but him.

You heard it once or twice. No, it’s thrice — including today, in which Satoru’s done it twice already.

Once, it was at a haunted mansion during college with his hands all clammy, his body jolting with every jumpscare. And with a trembling voice, he would try to protect you from the actors.

The conclusion? Well, he ended up needing to be escorted out because he nearly knocked someone out with his fist screaming, accidentally breaking the majority of the set, including a cast member’s nose while at it, “get the fuck away, you gremlin!”

“It’s the heart that matters…” Suguru mumbled, shaking his head while standing beside you, both pitifully watching Satoru catch his breath under the shade, body slumped with his legs spread out while chugging some water.

Escorted is kindly speaking for what he did — kicked out is more exact.

The second time was when he thought Megumi was dead. The pure shock in his eyes when he found the little boy unmoving with arms flayed like a starfish in the middle of the living room, unresponsive to his teasing chimes when entering through the door.

“My little brats, look what I bought — what the fuck?!” Satoru’s body immediately retaliated, tripping on his way as he ran to the living room with one shoe barely on.

You can’t forget the shrill in his voice when he saw Megumi with red splattered all over his chest, the rise and fall of his agile body barely visible.

With his lips quivering, Satoru hurriedly dropped to his knees to check the boy’s responsiveness, only to almost faint — going from heaven and down because god decided to boot him back to earth — when Megumi suddenly woke up, with his hands mimicking a ghost,

“Boo!” The boy stated with the littlest of emotions, face paling with nonchalance.

“AHHH ahhHHHH!” your boyfriend screamed, falling back with his chest huffing for air and his cerulean eyes about to pop out of his sockets while his glasses landed crooked on his nose.

It was ketchup.

And off on the side, you could hear a little girl giggling while peeping at the scene from the small corner of the hall, trying to record it all on her phone cutely strapped around her neck.

“I’m going to tell your dad,” Satoru grunted while lying down, pulling the little boy on top of him while squishing his chubby cheeks, “I should just throw you in the dumpster and tell your dad you ran away, you brat.”

“Otou-san said you can’t,” Megumi muttered, sticking out his tongue, his small hands struggling to grasp around Satoru’s wrists with a furrow to his dark brows.

And running over from the corner, giggling while she plopped herself on top of her brother, Satoru released a deep grunt from the impact.

“Papa said he’ll kick your ass if you do, Satoru-kun!” Tsumiki giggled while showing him the front screen of her phone, flashing him a toothless smile.

“You did not just call your dad!” Satoru immediately grabbed it when he saw who it was, the utter annoyance of his face dispelling with each second he was on call.

“I hope my kids are well, Gojo-kun,” a deeper voice radiated from Tsumiki’s cell, one with more maturity and weight, “and will not be found in some dumpster when I come back, right?”

Satoru’s face sours and a frown immediately forms, “Hey! At least pay me — Ow!” he grunted while Tsumiki made her way down to attack her next victim – the locks of his white hair.

“As I was saying, at least pay me to clean up after these brats,” he slightly turned around to see the little girl playing with his hair, her nimble fingers painfully unaware of the strength they beheld when she tugged at his strands, “Tsumiki-chan ow! Be gentle with the hair please…” he pleaded before giving her father back his attention, “I’m not your company’s intern anymore!”

“You're already rich, don’t be so selfish with money Gojo-kun,” the man sarcastically nagged.

“Maybe we can cordially talk when you make it into the top ten of the list,” Toji further teased. Clearly, your boyfriend’s vexed expressions were the fuel for further aggravating him, “until then you’re always be my intern.”

“You fuck at least put —” you instantly close his mouth with your hand, giving him a quick glare to shut his mouth.

“Good afternoon Zenin-san,” you smiled unsure why the screen was so dimly lit, but your attention quickly gathered to your boyfriend trying to lick your palm.

Pulling away when you felt his warm tongue swirling around your palm, you glared down at Satoru cheekily smiling back with a wink.

"I like it when you put me in place."

“Satoru that’s gross —”

“Well, it’s actually 2 am here," Toji cleared his throat, "but I presume Satoru’s keeping things pg friendly,” the older man smirked, the edge of his scarred lip slightly tugging upward when he noticed your mortified expression — he’s topless, completely bare with his pectorals bulging, just showing right above his nipples.

“O-oh gosh, I’m sorry,” you tried looking elsewhere, distracting yourself by looking at the kids bothering Satoru. Surely, the man was far from being pg-friendly with his nips teasing to show.

“No need, it’s my fault, I picked up because Tsumiki called,” Toji grunted, reaching over to quickly pull a shirt over himself, “but I didn’t mean to scare you, darling.” Despite his large physique and sharp features, with his gaze piercing and cut-throating low voice, Toji was sweet, a good father to both his children — a reputable person overall. It radiated from the way he spoke, his aura, and how he disciplined his children. If he wasn’t, surely your boyfriend wouldn’t have kept in contact willingly with his mortal enemy. He would’ve never agreed to take care of his kids, despite Satoru adamantly arguing that he was thrown into it.

Peeved that your attention wasn’t on him but the obnoxious prick on the screen Satoru grumbled while rolling his eyes with a hand squishing both of Megumi’s cheeks, while the boy desperately tried to pull himself away, and the other holding onto his hair from being pulled out by Tsumiki.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend, weirdo.”

“There’s a beautiful lady in front of me that’s very good with my kids.” Both his children nodded in agreement, with Megumi mumbling through his puckered lips, “and cooks better too, does everything better than you,” the little boy glared at Satoru’s appalled expression, stretching out his short arms trying to reciprocate his actions.

“Megumi-chan! You’re being rude,” Satoru pouted while he tried to dodge Megumi’s advances on trying to smother his face.

“So, can you blame me when she stole my attention? I’ll be a fool to let her go.” The man winked at you, a childish glim to his eyes, one similar to his children – especially his son.

And as by reflex, the moment he heard those words, Satoru carefully yet swiftly put Megumi down, and set him on his lap before grabbing the phone from you, “Nope, nuh uh, we ain’t doing this today. Imma bill you for the overseas phone charge.” And flipping the screen to his kids, “and kids say your final goodbyes to your dad.”

“Bye papa! See you tomorrow! Bring lots of gifts please!” Tsumiki giggled while waving goodbye with her brother.

“one minute late and these gremlins are in the dumpster,” Satoru grumbled at Toji despite Megumi securely sitting in his arms, and Tsumiki practically hanging off his shoulders.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow, alright? Listen well and be good,” contently smiling at his beloved children, and nodding a sign of gratitude towards you before smirking at your heated boyfriend, “and I’ll be expecting a coffee from you my Intern, no sugar with light — ”

The call has ended.

“Papa will get you for that…” Tsumiki giggled with her arms tightly around Satoru’s neck, her small feet bouncing up and down in excitement.

“Well, I can take him,” your boyfriend muttered before snatching both kids, tucking one in each arm, and carrying them off to their respective room, “wait for me here babe, gotta put these brats in the dumpster.”

“Remember to clean off the ketchup on Megumi’s shirt as well!” you called out, giggling when you heard the two bickering off in the distance.

“Ketchup?! Do you know how expensive this shirt is?”

“No, but it’s probably not expensive because you’re wearing it.”

“Why you little —”

And well, today, this happened to be the third time. Albeit, his voice wasn’t as high pitched during his freak episode at the horror house but still. It was almost on par — just a little deeper but a lot more dramatic.

Thump!

“ahHHH baaaaaaaabe!” His scream barely muffled despite coming from the second floor.

“What! What! Satoru!” you jolted from the couch, your eyes searching for him while adrenaline quickly struck through your body, “what happened!”

You heard him drawing closer. The thunderous thuds of his feet slapping against the floor and the painful thumps of his body hitting the wall become louder with each millisecond.

And as if on autopilot, your boyfriend ran down the steps with a white cotton towel loosely wrapped around his hips with his torso bare and arms deliciously flexed while clenching his damp white hair.

It was a miracle he didn’t trip down those stairs. But would’ve sure been a sight to see – for both your amusement and admiration.

“Babe!” he shrieked while fastidiously running over, “it’s hideous!” he yelled while making a complete stop in front of you with his chest heaving. You weren’t sure if his hip dimples and his inguinal crease were oddly accentuated more than usual because he was just half-naked… or because he looked hot half-naked. Though the shrill of his voice did make you reconsider your options.

“Look!” he screeched, his body shriveling up in panic while his lips formed an immediate pout when you couldn’t notice his dilemma.

“What is?!” you scanned his face, seeing nothing abnormal about it.

“Can’t you see?” he whined, his eyes desperate for you to notice, “look at this!” he pointed to a particular red spot right under his nose.

“It’s a pimple, Satoru,” you deadpanned, “what about it?”

“I know… I never had one in my life,” he groaned while dramatically falling onto the couch, uncaring if he wasn’t particularly wearing anything underneath.

Rolling your eyes, “Welcome to the mortal world, Satoru,” you murmured while slumping onto the couch with him, "you almost gave me a heart attack."

You tried to steady your breath, glancing over to check up on your over-dramatic boyfriend rocking himself while murmuring under his breath. With his toned back delicately carved in areas you didn’t even know muscle existed, you choked back a moan and mentally slapped yourself from trying to restrain yourself from feeling every crevice of his toned body.

“and you might want to close your legs a bit unless you want to go to jail for flashing any innocent eyes.”

“I give up,” he sobbed while crouching over with his hands fisting his hair, his towel barely wrapping around his pelvis, and the crack of his ass cheekily peaking through the edge.

Dramatically, through his breath, “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”

“Aren’t you being a little too much?” you chuckled while shaking your head, pushing yourself off the couch to sit on his firm lap, his arms immediately finding refuge around your waist.

“No,” he sulked, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, “now I’m repulsive.”

“It’s just a pimple, ‘Toru you still look pretty —” he further burrowed his face towards you, his warm breath just gliding against your skin, almost ticking you as he unknowingly moaned when you accidentally scooted closer to his body, just brushing against his minutely exposed manhood.

“No, you don’t understand,” he interjected, his voice slowly morphing into an exaggerated sob, “it’s not just a pimple, this pimple strips all my privileges and dignity of being your hot boyfriend.”

Satoru tended to exaggerate. The most recent being the time Suguru called you, a couple of weeks back, dramatically stating he was sick and in the hospital for an unknown disease. Only for that unknown disease to suddenly also be an uncurable one via text that oddly didn’t have Suguru’s usual texting style, with too many emoticons and expressions, but you dismissed it while frantically making your way to the hospital.

It was hard to define the emotions you felt when you heard from Shoko herself — appalled, flabbergasted, stunned?

No — none of the above. there were no words because your boyfriend always managed to leave you breathless — literally and figuratively.

“I’m sorry… h-he has…” pursing her lips as she clenched her fists, “I need attention or else I’ll die disease,” the doctor mouthed sorry right after.

And that’s fine if he did, the issue was that he tended to exaggerate, teasing against the boundaries of being a complete lunatic or passionate. A case you have yet to solve, but you wish it was the latter.

“You big baby, you’ll be fine,” you comforted while combing your fingers through his soft hair, the faint smell of his shampoo tickling your senses.

Massaging his scalp, knowing all will be well, even his dramatic ass will soon dissipate if you coddled him just the right way, “see,” you hummed while pointing to the blemishes on your face, “look, ‘Toru! I have some too!”

“But yours is different,” he didn’t even look up, “and you have four, pumpkin I counted this morning,” he mumbled.

“Okay, rude, I do not,” you pulled back your hand, his head immediately jolting over to look at you with a little frown.

“Stop that, put it back,” he grumbled, taking your hand and placing it back on his head, “you do.”

“Hey —”

“I kiss them every morning, and I’ll kiss a hundred more if you have them.” Kissing the back of his hand before groaning with his face nuzzled into your stomach. “But that’s beside the point, I look hideous.”

“Wow, sir,” cupping his face, his lips protruding out and cheeks squished in your small hands.

“Hey!” he retaliated at the audacity for you to pull away again, yet you felt his hand immediately find refuge on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re obsessed.” you giggled, pinching his cheeks, feeling a sense of familiar butterflies when you saw him slightly furrowed his brows as he let you play with him.

“Yea, so vhat? It’s muthing mew,” he grumbled, his words muffled as you squeezed his cheeks.

“Nothing,” you hummed, “let me kiss yours too then.”

Looking off the side, muttering under his breath as he tried to nonchalantly lean closer into you, "i think… that’ll make me feel better…”

Despite the craziness that he imposed and the rambunctious energy he dissipated off the clock, Satoru was easy to love.

“Muah!” You placed a kiss on his small blemish, “you’ll be my cute Rudolph till this goes away,” you teased.

“You’re the worst.”

“Who'll humble your high ego but me,” dramatically sighing before pushing back his bangs and placing a soft kiss on his forehead, “it’s a draining job, you know?”

“Stop teasing,” he pulled you into his body, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, “be nice to me because I'm suffering.”

“You’re still handsome,’Toru,” you cooed, feeling the whispers of his breath glide against your skin, his hair lightly tickling you.

“Yea? Tell me more.” Satoru’s lips gently peppered along your torso and up your neck, the heat of his body radiating over to yours making you feel hot with his tender touch as he ran his hand warmly down your back.

“Nope!” you smirked, pulling his gaze upward as you stared down at his glistening eyes, “one compliment a day, or else you become unmanageable with your pride.”

“wow, just tell me you hate me,” he grumbled.

“Gotta keep my princess humble, ya know?” you winked before landing a short, sweet kiss on his soft lips. “let’s go upstairs, ‘Toru” tapping his back.

But instead, you felt his arms tightening around you, ignoring your words as he further nuzzled himself into your chest. “C’me on loser, I’ll put some medicine on it for you,” you softly stated, gently pulling away to stand up while grasping his hand, using extra strength to tug his dead weight.

“Just watch, the little brat is going to say something, I just know…” he groaned while he followed you to the bathroom, his feet practically dragging behind you like a toddler.

—-

“Ten bucks he’s going to say something.” Satoru bargained, leaning against the kitchen counter while he took a sip of water.

“Just act normally, Satoru… there’s no way he’ll know, he’s only a child.” Your eyes were focused on putting a couple of bandages on his right hand, small cuts that he’d gotten from the morning trying to prepare breakfast.

“You truly undermine him, he’s not your average kid… he’s scary, babe.” Shuddering while clenching his eyes, “evil just like his dad.”

“Well I do think Toji-san is a gentleman, and Megumi will grow just like him.” you hummed while locking up the first aid kit, “and plus, you’re the one that agreed to babysitting them.”

“I didn’t agree, I was forced to,” he corrected, “the man threatened me if I didn’t.”

“I’m sure Toji-san didn't threaten you.”

“You don’t know him like I do, the man is the devil himself.”

“I mean… he was technically your boss since you decided to intern for him.”

“It was that or I was to get engaged to —“

The door opens. Satoru flinches when he hears two different steps come through the hall — one happily skipping, unthreatening, the other… silently treading closer in, each step mysterious like the stoicism on his face.

“We’re back!” The older one chirped, the bottom of her bag lightly tapping against her back while she ran over, her small feet softly rapping against the floor.

“Hey pumpkin,” you welcomed, dropping to your knees to level to her height, opening up your arms to offer her a hug and take her bag, “you hungry, kiddo?”

“Mhm,” Tsumiki giggled, flashing her eye smile, “also! I finished all my lunch too!”

“Aww you did?” Nuzzling your nose with hers while she gently cupped your face, “Satoru tried extra hard with it today,” you grinned.

“Satoru-kun made us late again.”

“Oh he did,” you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend awkwardly trying to avoid your gaze, “guess, he forgot to mention that to me today,” you responded looking back at him awkwardly avoiding your gaze.

“but I forgive him because everyone was jealous of my lunch today!” jumping on her toes, her face filled with excitement, “And he did my hair, look!”

“You little gremlin, that was supposed to be a secret.” Gojo huffed, hiding his bandaged hand behind his back, unable to hide the twitch of his lips, proud of the little girl’s compliment.

“Hello.” a toneless voice alerted his presence from behind you, raising his hand to say his greetings with the typical indifference to his face.

You can almost hear the sharp gulp Satoru took when Megumi entered — viscous and think, nervously pulled down his throat.

“Hello, Megumi-chan,” you warmly smiled, reaching over to take his bag.

“It’s okay, I got it,” the boy murmured, “it’s heavy and you have Tsumiki’s already.”

“What a gentleman,” you cooed while gently tapping his head, “go wash your hands, ‘Toru and I will prepare your snacks.”

“Okay,” Megumi mumbled while walking away, taking a quick glance at Satoru before heading over to the restroom.

Quickly standing up and quietly jogging over Satoru, you whispered while nudging him with your elbow, “See, I told you ‘Toru, he didn’t notice.”

“There’s something off…” his gaze warily staring at the back of Megumi’s head, “I swore I saw him —”

“Well, I think you’re just overreacting, he’s just a child —"

“guess Christmas came early.” the little boy muttered just before entering the bathroom, smirking as he pointed forward, making it abundantly clear who the recipient was of his comment.

“You’re silly, December just started, Gumi.” Tsumiki stated, confusion apparent in her tone at her brother's statement as she stepped onto the stool to reach the sink faucet.

No fucking way.

Megumi didn’t greet Satoru with his usual monotonous voice when he came home today. but instead chose to say his greetings in a rather more peculiar way, one with a higher pitch — the same one he had when he almost killed Satoru with his little prank months prior.

“Because look, Tsumiki, it’s Rudolph.”

author's comment: did you guess it?? it's howl from howl's moving castle! the specific scene with sophie mixed his potions while cleaning his bathroom and he has a mental breakdown? i saw an artist draw satoru as howl and I couldn't get it out of my head!!

#ae.writes #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #header by @/ooreonii

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having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help 💔💔

— 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! : hanma shuji.

content: f!reader. college au(?). you're inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote the whole thing w my clit.

an: (s)creaming this turned into a full fic lmfaoo

⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ "i dare you to tell me somethin' that'll make me laugh."

“no guy’s ever made me cum.” you’d told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but he’s your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). it’s fine.

and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. he’d fallen still, holding the cigarette he’d been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.

“say what, dollface?” he asks — using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated — and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.

you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where he’d parked the vehicle.

“i—” you stutter, flustered. “no guy’s ever made me cum before.” just something funny that’d slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare you’d played during his smoke break after class.

“that’s fucking funny, doll.” he does laugh, but it’s awkward. “you serious?”

“yes.” you’d answered. truthfully.

and now, you’re splayed out between hanma’s legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. “h—ah! wait!”

he’s leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.

you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.

“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”

he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit.

you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?”

you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.

the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”

“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”

“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation.

his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”

“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”

“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”

“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”

you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.

“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—

“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”

“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”

hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.

your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”

his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”

the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”

“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”

“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.

your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”

“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”

“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.

you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.

“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”

huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them.

swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”

there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again.

but this time, he pulls you off.

it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.

hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”

it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little.

but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.

“i do.”

there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.

but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.

he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).

he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.

he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.

he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.

it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.

it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.

“i do love you, shuji.”

hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”

“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”

“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”

“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.

it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”

and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”

call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.

“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”

and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.

fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”

and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now?

you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole.

“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”

“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”

“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.

“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.

“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.

“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”

you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”

“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”

your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.

“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”

“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”

“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”

“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”

“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”

“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high.

he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”

“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”

“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.

the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”

and he does.

hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.

“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”

“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”

“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”

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Frat House - Kun Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring: fratboy! kun x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Kun. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !hard dom! kun, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, thigh riding, oral (giving), praise/degradation, mutual masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4.3k Words

The bottle landed on Kun.

You were relieved that it wasn’t Hendery. You were still a little surprised by the result but didn’t mind it either. You just thought it would be awkward between you and Kun since you are not that close.

Kun looked back at you with this smirk on his face. He was pretty much chill about the whole situation and was unfazed by it.

“Well, I guess you’re spending the night with me then hmm?”

“I suppose so. I’m fine with anyone but Hendery.”

“HEY! That’s so uncalled for” Hendery said.

Everyone chuckled and he started to burn up a little. He got annoyed and went upstairs into his room to go to sleep. The others start to do the same as well.

You and Kun were left on cleaning duty. You picked up any leftover trash and put all the games away. You got to talk to him more and got to know him a little better afterward. He was actually a pretty chill and nice guy. It surprises you that he was such a player - he doesn’t seem like the type to be.

You both were finishing up and started heading towards his room.

As you both were walking up the stairs he said

“This whole night was honestly so fun. I haven’t laughed this hard in so long.”

“I know, it's the same for me too. I’m glad I hung out with you guys tonight. I feel closer to you all now.”

He reached out to the side of your arm and started to lightly caress it.

“I do too.”

Something about the way he said that felt more sincere and direct towards you.

“Also, here is my room.”

He opened that door and you walked into his room. His room had this dark grey theme going on. It was pretty simple for the most part.

You start to make your way into his bed and put the covers over you.

“Hey, I know you’re only here because of the dare and all - so I will honestly just sleep on the floor if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

You loved how respectful he was being towards you. Throughout the whole night, he hasn’t made a single move on you. He respected your space and didn’t want to break any boundaries.

“Nah, it’s ok you can come into the bed with me. I will just put this pillow between us - so you can lay on this side.”

You pointed towards the right side of the bed and he agreed to do so. You began to scroll on social media like you always do before you go to sleep.

Kun was wearing this grey hoodie and had taken it off as he was getting ready for bed. Now all he had on was a white tank top and some sweatpants.

Since his back was turned, you couldn't resist taking a look at him. The outline of his back muscles protruded through his shirt, flexing and moving as he began to take off his hoodie. It was having quite an effect on you, and you could now clearly see the size of his muscles.

You didn’t realize how built he was until now. Something about the way Kun was looking, was making you mildly aroused. You’ve never felt this way about him until now.

“I can feel you staring at me you know.”

You feel a tinge of embarrassment for staring for so long. Clearing your throat, you quickly averted your gaze back to your phone.

“Umm, no I wasn’t. I have been looking at my phone this whole time. Renjun had texted me about the party he was at earlier. I’m responding to him right now.”

He turned around and now you can see the front of him.

The skin-tight tank top he had on revealed more of his body's outline. His broad chest seemed almost too big for the shirt, practically bursting out. His abs were also on display.

God, why does Kun look so attractive right now?

You begin to slowly rub your thighs but he doesn’t notice since you’re underneath the covers.

“Mhm, sure you were.” He replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey, if you don’t believe me come look for yourself.” You started waving your phone in his direction.

He was serious about it and he started walking towards the bed. He had to kneel a bit to see and you practically almost was face to face with him. Up until now, the two of you have never been this close to each other.

You started to become more flustered by him.

He saw the messages on your phone and nodded.

“Ok, I will believe you just this once.”

You let out a sigh of relief and turned to the other side of the room, your back now facing Kun. He switched off the lights and settled into bed, making himself comfortable. You were getting ready to go to sleep as well. The room was pretty dark now and only the moonlight that was escaping his window was lighting up the room.

You both lay in silence for a bit and you had the random urge to ask him a question.

“I’ve been wondering besides school, what made you want to stop sleeping around with other people?”

Your question surprised him. He turns around to face you, and you do the same.

“Don’t you think that’s a little personal to ask?” He said in a playful tone.

Embarrassment starts to wash over you. Why did you even feel the need to ask him that? In your defense, you were genuinely curious.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my place to even as-”

“I was only kidding darling. I pretty much got nothing to hide and I’m an open book.”

His sudden use of such a sweet pet name caught you off guard. It made you jump for a second, and it felt incredibly endearing.

“Ok, so what is the reason then?”

“Well, I was honestly just tired of all the girls I was hooking up with. It felt so repetitive, and it kept on getting bored.”

He kept going on and on about different girls whom he used to sleep with in the past. Hearing him talk about his previous entanglements, was quite interesting, to say the least.

“Have you just considered taking someone seriously and being in a relationship with them? It would just be easier to find the one perfect for you.”

He scoffed and said

“Of course I have! It’s just, I don’t have time to settle down right now. I barely even have time for myself these days.”

“I understand you completely to be honest. All I do is study, go to school, and work all at the same time. Whenever I have free time, I usually just hang out with Ten.”

“Mhm, you guys do hang out often I’ve noticed. I either stay at home or go to practice when I need to. I also go to some parties on occasion.”

You felt good talking to Kun and getting to know him more. Apart of you wished that you had become friends with him sooner.

“Yeah, we do hang a lot out! Also, when you mentioned practice, I didn’t know you played any sports. What sport do you play?”

“Oh, I play football, track, lacrosse etc. But, I mainly focus on football since that’s the thing I’m mainly good at.”

This was practically news to you. You had no idea that Kun played any sports, let alone be on the football team.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you played all these sports. I should come to your next football game.”

He nodded in agreement, and as the night progressed, you both became closer…

♡♡♡♡

“When was your last relationship?” You asked Kun.

“I've never been in one at all.”

“REALLY? Is there a reason why you haven’t been in one yet?”

“Well, the main reason is, that I lacked confidence in myself during high school and wouldn’t talk to any girls. After I got into college, being on the football team really helped my social skills a lot. After each game, we threw massive parties, and that's when many girls approached me and wanted to talk. Through those experiences alone, I gained much more confidence."

You were so immersed in what he was saying - that you didn't realize how close your faces were, just inches away from each other. The only thing separating the two of you was the pillow you had placed between you.

“Now that I'm a senior, I've chosen to dial it back and not hook up with anyone as much anymore. I've only done it once or twice this semester.”

His reasoning surprised you, but it made sense.

“Ah, I understand now. It all makes sense really.”

"Now I'm just looking for a friend-with-benefits type of thing. I prefer that because I don't want anything serious right now. The issue is I haven't found anyone willing to go along with it."

This fascinated you a lot.

"Most of the girls I've tried this within the past ended up getting feelings for me. I feel bad having to reject them afterward, you know?"

"Oh, I completely understand! I hope you find someone willing to go along with it someday."

He let out a loud sigh and agreed too. It was getting late and you both turned over and went to sleep.

♡♡♡♡

You couldn’t fall asleep and you kept on thinking about the previous conversation you had with Kun. You start to have fantasies of what it would be like if you guys were friends with benefits.

You pictured how he might caress your body, wrap his arms around you, and whisper dirty things into your ear. The thought of him sucking and biting all over your neck, making you feel good, crossed your mind. You even began to imagine what his dick probably looks like.

You almost felt uneasy for having such lewd thoughts of him.

You didn’t understand why you felt this way about Kun. You guys practically didn’t know each other before and now all you want him is to be buried deep inside of you.

You just want to get off to all the little fantasies you were having. You were sure he was fast asleep by now. You found yourself starting to squeeze your legs together. That wasn’t enough and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You carefully lifted the pillow that had been creating a distance between you and Kun. Wanting to avoid any sudden movements that might wake him up, you proceeded with caution.

You started to maneuver your way toward his side of the bed, subtly moving your backside closer to him. You were silently hoping that he would catch on to the hint and take things further.

You couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed for acting this way.

As you continued grinding onto him and covered your mouth to stifle any noises, you suddenly felt one of his arms wrapped around your waist.

He pulled you closer to him and you felt his breath against your neck. That alone sent tingles down your spine.

“Mhmm, I didn’t think you were going to be this needy for me, love.”

You start to become flustered all over again. It was hard to believe how you had reached this point of desperation for him. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time since you last been intimate with someone. You needed Kun so badly right now that you would do anything for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you-”

He begins to lower one of his hands down your body. He then proceeded to lift up your shirt and pull down one of your bra straps. One of your boobs became exposed and he started to grope on it with his hand. He was fondling it and was twisting your nipple too.

You couldn't help but release a low whimper as waves of pleasure surged through you.

“Mhm, how long have you felt this way about me?”

“Since you took off your hoodie…”

“Oh, so you were staring? You really are such a filthy little liar huh?

The way he was talking down on you now was driving you mad. You can't even process any of his words right now, let alone the way he was touching you.

You didn’t want this moment to end.

He continues by exposing the other breast, removing your bra, and tossing it aside. Now topless, you only remained in your shorts. He flips you onto your back and positions himself on top of you. Despite feeling intimidated, it only adds to your arousal.

"God, how can you be so desperate for me, darling? Here I thought you couldn’t sink this low."

He lowered himself to your ear and whispered, "I know you were rubbing and squeezing those pretty thighs of yours the moment I took off my hoodie. Don't act all innocent around me — I know what you are-."

His kisses and sucks all over your neck made you practically shake from anticipation.

"You're just a dirty little slut for me."

That did it for you.

You grabbed his face and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. Things started to become so intense between the two of you, that your tongues started to interlock with one another. Both were fighting for control and were gasping for air.

You both were grunting and moaning from all the sexual tension that was in the room. He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss all over your chest. Trying not to make loud noises, you covered your mouth to suppress any sounds.

Kun wasn't pleased with that.

He seized both of your hands and pinned them over your head.

“Aww, baby don’t go and hide all the pretty noises you have been making for me.”

He started to move onto the other boob and used his other free hand to caress the other one. He was making you feel so good at this moment.

“You know, Hendery's room is right next to mine…”

You started to widen your eyes and you started to feel a bit embarrassed now. The fact that he could probably hear all the noises you were making right now was kinda humiliating.

“Imagine the look on his face when he hears you start to moan my name.”

He then proceeds to suck on your breast aggressively and it made a loud pop sound when he release it from his mouth. That sent shockwaves throughout your body. He leaned down and whispered into your ear

“I bet you would like that a lot huh pretty girl?”

That alone made you feel hot all over. The fact that everyone in the house could hear what was going on between you right now - especially Hendery was driving you insane. But something deep within yourself wanted him to hear. You imagine how jealous he feels right now.

“Umm… maybe I do.”

“Wow, you really are as evil as everyone says you are.”

He started to take off his shirt and was looking down at you.

“But, I kind of like that about you.”

You have never been so attracted to Kun up until this moment.

He sat up slightly, and you started to explore his body. Your hands moved down from his chest, gradually reaching lower. Gently pulling down his sweatpants to his knees, you traced the outline of his arousal through his boxers. It turned out to be bigger than you initially thought.

He then switched positions and now he is sitting up against the bedframe.

“I want you now to give me a little show. Take off your shorts for me.”

You felt so needy for Kun now.

You turned yourself around so now your backside was facing him. He was for sure liking the view you were giving him. Gradually peeling back your shorts and panties, you glanced back at him. The sinful look you had in your eye, made him even more feral for you.

He slowly starts to pump his dick into his hand. He was loving the way you looked right now. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the whole night. Now that he has you all to himself, he is going absolutely insane for you.

You start to arch your back and shoved two of your fingers into your aching pussy. You hated how humiliating this was for you. But you couldn’t care less at this point. You just subconsciously follow all his orders and demands. You start to whimper and moan out his name.

“Fuck… I want you to just fuck me already…”

He threw his head back for a second and locked his eyes back onto you.

“Patience darling…you will get everything you ever wanted if you just wait a little longer for me.”

You nod your head and agreement and start rubbing yourself faster than before. You've become increasingly anxious and unsure how much longer you can endure all of this. Your whimper and moans started to become louder and louder for him. He was loving every second of it.

Kun was at his breaking point.

“Shit…get over here right now.”

He removed his boxers and sweatpants entirely now. You halted what you were doing and began to lower your mouth onto his erection. You were bopping your head up and down on it.

He leaned his head back against the bed frame, overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving him. He started to grab your hair and pulled your head onto him. Your eyes start to water and you begin to gag and choke on him.

That just made him even harder for you.

He then grabbed both his hands and put them both around your head. He started facefucking you with his cock. He was moving at such a rough pace, his bed started to shake aggressively. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. He was bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, and you experienced a profound sense of euphoria in that moment. He felt himself getting close so he stopped him and pulled you off him. You struggled to gasp for air, feeling a bit winded.

But the night wasn’t over yet.

He pulled you into his lap and made you sit on his thigh.

“Now, before I finish inside of you, I want you to show me how desperate you truly are and ride my thigh.”

You started to become hot all over. You started to doubt if you still had it in you to keep on going.

“I - mean I don’t know if I can do all that…”

He delivered a sharp slap against your ass, and it elicited a scream of pleasure from you. He burst into laughter, wearing a patronizing look on his face. A sense of fear began to creep in as you started to feel a little intimidated by him.

“What do you mean you don’t know baby? You were practically waving your ass against my cock earlier and now all of a sudden you want to act all shy?”

His hand landed onto your ass once last time. He slowly started to rub it to soothe you from the pain. That alone made you start squirming for him.

“God, I didn’t think you would become this much of a pussy for me now. It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me, sweetheart.”

You had enough of this.

You started to rub up and down on his thigh. You supported yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck. You didn’t care how loud you were being for him at this point. With the pace you were going at, it made your clit start to twitch. You were in such a deep, sensual state that nothing else mattered to you right now.

All of a sudden Kun started to flex his thigh.

That just made you let out one of the loudest moans you had for the night so far. It very much caught you off guard and you weren’t expecting it. You couldn’t help yourself and threw your head back from pleasure.

He didn’t like that and grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.

“Nice try baby, but you are going to have to keep those pretty eyes on me ok?”

His teasing nature was driving you insane for him. He was being so rough and gentle at the same time. You couldn’t understand why you were so horny right now but you were loving every second of it.

You feel yourself start to become close.

It seemed that Kun noticed and he moved his hand down onto your neck now. He pulled you into him and said in your ear

“Go ahead and cum for me like the needy girl you are.”

You didn’t hold back and let out such a slutty moan that even tears of pleasure started to roll down your face. Before you can even adjust, he pushes you down onto the bed with you lying flat on your stomach.

You were a little terrified by what was happening right now. Everything had happened so fast. He went down to you and pulled on your hair to make you look back at him.

“Oh, you thought we were done?”

Without any warning, he slips his cock into your wet pussy. You let out a loud moan and didn’t even try to conceal it.

“I’m still not fucking satisfied.”

He started pounding into you deep and was fucking you stupid. You were in a pronebone position and he had your right where he wanted you. He wanted you to feel everything for him right now. He wasn’t slowing down any of his strokes at all.

“.. Fuck you make me feel so good.”

Kun liked the way you talked to him like that. He wouldn’t want to admit it but he secretly likes to get praise.

“Oh yeah?”

He placed both of his hands on the bedframe, using them as support to properly thrust into you. His strokes became more rough and precise.

"How about now, darling? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

You never felt this good before during sex until now. He was touching you in ways that awakened sensations in places and areas you didn't even know existed. You were practically screaming his name at the top of your lungs.

He eventually started aiming at you in a certain spot and your eyes started to water again.

“Fuck… slow down I can’t handle it-”

He began ramming into your G-spot with increased speed and aggression. Your screams echoed from the deep, forceful strokes he was delivering.

“Mhm, I don’t think I can slow down sweetheart. How can I resist when you look this good, being my desperate little plaything?”

His degrading words made you twitch a little for him.

“Aww, you liked that? You like when I keep fucking you right here?”

He started moving even more faster than before.

“Yes… please don’t stop - fuck”

He starts to slow down his pace a bit. He was practically teasing you at this point.

“First you wanted me to stop then slow down and now go faster? God, why can’t you just make up fucking your mind?”

You couldn’t even control what you were saying right now - let alone even remember. All this overstimulation was starting to affect your head. You don’t know how much longer you could take this.

“But fuck I’m really close. I’m going to be serious now and not hold back anymore - are you ready?”

You nodded your head and he went back into fucking you. You were about to cum for the 2nd time now. He was driving you insane and you just couldn’t wait for this all to be over.

“Mhm… Fuck… darling I’m gonna-”

You both feel yourselves on the verge and both came at the same time.

The moan you let out was so loud and your eyes started to roll to the back of your head. He climaxed inside of you and withdrew his erection from your now-soaked wet core.

He lay back to your side, and you were still on your stomach.

You both just took a moment to reflect on what had just transpired between the two of you.

It was one of the best nights you had in a very long time.

You completely forgot about your upcoming exams at this point. When you were with Kun, it felt as if the world had stopped, and the only things in motion were the two of you.

“Are you ok? I wasn’t too rough or anything right?”

You turned onto your side to face him. Despite feeling exhausted and a bit shaken up, you were now looking at him.

“No, everything was just perfect honestly! Apart of me wants to do this again sometime…”

“Really? Are you sure it’s a good idea? I don’t want you to fall for me or anything.” He said in a joking manner.

You rolled your eyes and said “Oh please, I will be just fine. After all, you did want someone who is ok with being friends-with-benefits…”

Kun's eyes have widened by your previous statement. He had this cocky look on his face and said

“Wait, don’t tell me you were thinking about that this whole time?”

You start to heat up from embarrassment. He read right through you like a book.

“Maybe I was, who knows…”

You both started laughing and he then pulled you and made you lay on top of him. He was slowly patting your head and you both stayed there in silence.

“If you’re okay with it, then I’m willing to try too.”

You smiled under him and were pleased by his response.

You both became pretty good friends after tonight and would always be there for each other if called upon….

**AUTHOR NOTES: ** If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [TEN] [WINWIN] [HENDERY] [XIAOJUN] [YANGYANG]

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pryllee · 2 months

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Sly kitty.

Scara x Fem! Reader

Flirting, SLIGHTLY suggestive, modern AU, college AU, idk

A/N: Finally decided to post this after it collected dust for like a month or three in my drafts/privated.

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Part 1 / Part 2

You sat there, across from Scara as you stabbed into your lunch with your mind wandering away. As the blood drains even harder from your face, his smirk that he tried to hide so badly failed thrice as hard.

"Why so gloomy?" His eyes flickered to your hand, following the movement of a fork hammering into your food up and down.

"What silly trick do you have up your sleeve up this time, hmm?" You glare, cutting a portion, shoving it down your throat one after another.

"Oh come on, if this is what a bad day looks like, you clearly won't be liking tomorrow, dear." He laughs, making a portion almost go down your lungs,

"Excuse me? Tomorrow what now?" You grasp onto your sore throat making him laugh harder, was that meant to be sarcasm? You flush a slight red gritting your teeth, rushing to grab a random book from your bag, slamming it HARD against his face almost making his nose bleed.

"Ow fuck! Calm down, it was just a joke!" He pinches his nose, his head leaning backwards to apparently 'help' with the escaping blood, at this rate, you're hoping he dies from the slow increasing lack of blood in his body. "Piss off." You slide the book back in your bag, walking away with the tray with a bunch of leftovers on it.

"Ah whats her problem? I thought girls liked flirting." He stared at your fading silhouette.

As soon as class ends, you slowly shake your head around trying to spot Scara. You find him with a small tissue rolled up inside his nostril, exiting the classroom.

"Ah... wait!" You run to grab his shoulder, "Hm?" He glanced at you as a random girls voice echoes throughout the hall over to you both.

"Scara-kun? Are you coming?" His attention is diverted over to someone. Who..? No way, did he already get a girlfriend right after calling me that stupid pet name? Ah seriously this little.... - You look over, seeing a girl whos far younger than anyone here. "What? Who is she...?"

"Are you talking about Keni? Just a kid I agreed to tutor after school. I don't know why but her mom trusts me a lot." A vivid image of a middle aged woman pops up in your mind, with a thumbs up gesture. Quote; 'You can do it! Its your chance!'

"Do you have anyone at your house today? If not... I could whip something up for you over there." You give a wry smile in hopes of acceptance, his eyes lit up slightly. "Sure, you don't really need to make me anything though, Keni would love some pancakes." He walked away, clearly trying to hide something as Keni followed behind, running energetically.

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Fast forward over to his house, you grab an apron, and some basic needs to start cooking. - Hmm... I wonder what he likes. Should I just make him some chicken katsu? I guess I'll make that and pancakes for me and Keni.

You started to make the batter for the pancakes, overhearing some distinct chatter between the two at the table. You were so focused on something else, that you almost tipped over the entire bowl of the batter, though you still spilled quite a lot.

A sudden shock overtakes you, making your face flush a bright red and skin burn when a hand latches onto your waist, and another onto your wrist. "Be careful. You're no use if you'll end up spilling everything. It's already a hindrance that you have a huge mess piled up." His voice felt like it was blowing gently into your ear, his chest pressed against your back as his hand guided yours.

You hear a little snicker from behind as you shove his hand and slap away the leeching hand on your waist. "I can do it myself, or if you want I can burn this whole place down."

"Oh sure thing miss professional, step aside and let me follow your amazing tutorial." He takes your spot in cooking, as you end up being shoo'ed away with a gesture to 'go wash up'

Meanwhile, Keni is well... a little flabbergasted.

As you start to wash yourself up, your hand navigates itself over to your chest, feeling your heart beating faster than ever. Your skin burning a pinkish hue, as a new feeling pops up in your heart, your stomach feeling like there was a huge pit, it felt like something was missing, it felt like so odd. — I must be going insane. —

He was a good friend, but everytime you began to love him, a huge anxious pit developed inside your stomach, which made you feel unsure.

He has never had any interest in love. After all, he is a puppet with no heart, can you really trust him knowing that? A huge sense of guilt overlapped your whole body, running fingers through your hair. You weren't even sure if you deserve to be apart of his lives chapter at all.

After all, this has and had always happened to you. You shook it off, trying to finish your little 'wash up' time as quickly as possibly. "Hmm... I didn't bring any spare clothes. But there is a clean pair right here..."

You walk out, drying your hair with a towel as you saw them eating... Well. Only Keni was eating, however Scara was just drinking tea, I guess he still likes tea.

His clothes smelled good, and it felt warm. "Oh, those... are my clothes." He scanned your figure, looking dazed as he takes larger sips of his extremely dark tea.

"Should I change out of them?" You tease, making him flush a pinkish red. "Nnnooo...." raised your eyebrows at him.

"Oh well, your clothes are comfortable, where do you buy them?"

"Its a little difficult to describe, but if you want I can show you where tomorrow. Perhaps you could consider it a date." His frown turned upside down sheepishly,

"Ah... what?"

"Nothing, however I am assuming thats a yes." His eyes flickered over to Kenis papers, sitting down beside her. "Alright, so you should..."

His voice faded out into the background, giving you time to contemplate on what he had just said. You took your phone out, looking at the time to find its already super late.

"Ha...?" Confused, you restart your phone biting on your nails. "I should get going..."

Only whispering to yourself, but it managed to catch his attention. "You're leaving already? Its quite late isn't it?" As he continued to help the little girl beside him.

"Uh... Its not like I really have anything going on at home but...-" cut off, "Just stay here for the night. Its just one night after all." You stayed silent, watching his movement helping Keni, wait... Has she been listening in silenc–

Now fastforward to a few hours later, he guides you over to the guestroom, "You can stay in this room, but if its too dusty for you, you could take a look at the other one." He asked, glancing over to check the expression plastered onto your face.

"It's fine, its just for a night anyway, thanks for trying to keep me safe though I'm clearly responsible enough." You tease, settling into the room.

He stared shortly, before closing the door, walking away to his room with a blank expression. "Hm... "

Not any later into the midnight, you woke from your sleep due to a nightmare, eyes flashing open with your chest heaving up and down. "Shit... My head.." It felt like someone had stuck a needle through your head due to the piercing pain that stuck from the nightmare.

You held onto your head as you nauseously walked out of your half-opened rooms door. You reached out your left hand, holding your head with the other as you tried to count the doors away to his room.

You pushed a door open, walking inside assuming it was his. His eyes quickly shot over to you concerned, he was wrapped with a fluffy soft blanket as he played on a 'Xbox'. "... Huh?" He spoke with a quizzical tone calling out your name, walking to you with the blanket, wrapping you with it instead.

"Uh, you alright?" Brows slightly furrowing, you nodded; "Yes.. Kind of.." You sighed. Burrowing yourself into his blanket, trying to wrap yourself like a burrito,

"Go back to your room, I'll make you a hot choco... If you even can by yourself." You nodded, walking out again with the blanket loosely yet tightly wrapped around your body, falling onto your mattress still feeling sick to the core.

You heard his wary footsteps, turning you around and making you sit up, "Can't you drink it by yourself?" You nod in response, but he sighed in annoyance as he placed the mug over to your lips for easy access to the hot choco.

Watching your lips slowly be stained from the hot choco and slightly glistening each second dusted his cheeks with a pinkish hue. Till you stopped and mumbled about something like; ’'m too full..’ as you fell asleep straight away. He scoffed at the sight of the possibly wasted leftovers, only to decide on drinking it. And he hoped your dang 'condition' isn't infectious.

Now morning, the sun eagerly shone onto your face peeking from the blinds. "Ugh... It's already morning...?" You whined, tossing around in bed sleepily.

Someone knocked... once-twice-thrice, on your door waking you up alertly, "You awake yet?" The voice seemed to be Scara behind the locked door.

"Come in...– Oh wait, the doors locked." sighed, you did. Getting up making the 'soft fluffy' blanket fall, and to lazily unlock the door, twisting the knob opening it for him.

"You said you wanted to check out the place I buy clothes at, how come you're still so tired?" He scolded.

"Ugh...-gimme a break. It's so early." You sobbed back in response, yet he pointed at the wall clock somehow right infront of 'your room', the time showing 10:21 am

"It's the perfect time to go now, unless you want the parade to be rained on when we have to go home around 2 pm." Crossing his arms, "Oh c'mon, are we even gonna take that long?" complained, you did.

"I'll just go shower first. You better be alert and awake when I come back." He complained back, walking away downstairs to shower, you scoffed angrily throwing yourself back into bed for a few minutes before getting back up—You are the one who did ask after all.

You walked slowly downstairs, sitting down near the table in another sleeping type of position as you burrowed your head into the table.

"I'm done, you can go now, you can borrow one of my moms extra pair of clothing." He said while drying out his hair with a towel, walking away upstairs to do something.

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yea thats it. I'll make a part 2 in idk

#prylleewrites—✮#scara #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scara x fem! reader #scaramouche x fem! reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x afab! reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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starlightkun · 5 months

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mafiadad5 · 3 months

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Mark

• Friends with benefits

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

you walk in on your roommate and long time friend doing something… a small argument about it turns into something else

Imagine

“I saw this tweet that was like mark would be the type to say dude romantically and i can’t stop thinking about it 😣😩!”

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Haechan

• Drunken thoughts

(Second person pov)

“You and your friend group decides to play a new and risky drinking game, but it only becomes risky for you and Haechan. “

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Renjun

• self control

(Second person pov)

your roommate is fed up with how you dress around the apartment and asks you to stop, but you’re fed up with him acting like he doesn’t like it so you finally confront him.

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Chenle

• Try, try not to think about us in that way.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach…

• part 2

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Jisung

• imagine

(Second person pov)

“Omg can you maybe do like visiting jisung in the practice room for a quickie while the others are out #dontgetcaught!!”

• part 2

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Jeno

Nothing yet :(

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Jaemin

• White tee

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

no summary, just read :)

• arguments

(Second person pov)

you and your bf got into an argument the night before, but you still have an attitude that he wants to knock out of you.

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Ten

• Can I be the one for you? (Part 1)

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

Your boss seems to have a problem with you, and loves to tease you and make you work harder than the rest, that’s when you both get invited on a business trip that could change everything, literally. Are you gonna go on this business trip with him or not?

• one more night with you (part 2)

(First person)

it’s been years since everyone has split up from high school, but a knock on the door graduation day changes everything.

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Hendery

Nothing yet :(

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Yang Yang

blame it on the high.

(Second person pov)

you finally give into your stoner roommates habit and decide to smoke with him, the high makes you different you…

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Xiaojun

Nothing yet :(

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Win win

Nothing yet :(

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Kun

Nothing yet :(

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Johnny

Nothing yet :(

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Taeil

Nothing yet :(

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Yuta

Nothing yet :(

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Taeyong

Imagine

“Omg imagine sucking off taeyong backstage right before a show 😭😫”

• Just for the night.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

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Jungwoo

Nothing yet :(

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Jaehyun

• Kalopsia

I went back to my college town, my dad worried about me and my safety makes sure to load me with a bodyguard to be safe, little do I know it turns into a whole web of secrets, lies, and history that shouldn’t have been dug up.

(First person pov)

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Doyoung

• Kalopsia

(First person pov)

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Nct dream ot7

• Imagine

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

“hii i don't know if you're accepting requests, but could you do nct dream reaction to you still being horny and wanting more rounds, even tho you just had sex and they're exhausted 🫠”

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Wayv ot6

Nothing yet :( (please request omg)

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Nct 127 ot9

Nothing yet :(

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its-irsaa-fyp · 9 days

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🛑Must read Note: I got this idea randomly and it's actually a ShuYui story short story that I imagined basically it's not a vampire au it's human au. Again if you are confused and got questions do ask. Reviews are welcomed 🤧❤️

Ignore grammatical errors 😅

🛑The time set of this au is when Shu, Ruki and Yui are in their college life.

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Edgar opened his eyes to find himself in a unknown place he can tell its a music room from the instrument around.

Edgar got up. He immediately started panicking a bit where is he? He remember sleeping on his bed last time how did he end up here??!

The blonde boy immediately got closer to the music room door to find answers only to get collided by another guy.

"Ughh.. Watch where your going? Will you?"

Edgar look at the person whom he collided with. Shu got up from the floor and dusted himself a bit.

"DAD!! "

Edgar said as he grabbed shu legs. Shu eyes widened at his action and words.

"Oi.. The heck is wrong with you? Let go off me you brat! "

Shu said as he tried to wiggle the blonde teenager away.

"Dad! Dad! What are you saying? Where are we? "

Edgar said as he got up from floor and grabbed shu arm.

"Your crazy for sure.. I am not your dad... We are in college let go off me you brat!... your annoying?"

Shu said lazily as he glared at him. His blue eyes staring at his round pink eyes.

"College?... What are you doing in college? Dad... Why, just what is happening here?!"

Edgar said as he let go off shu and sat down on floor. His own dad isn't recognising him shu cold attitude hurted him. Why? He asked as he slumped on floor.

Shu would have left this blonde guy alone but the moment he saw this blonde strangers eyes he stopped for a bit his big doe eyes reminding him of a certain blonde girl whom he was trying to forget.

" Did you finish the assignment? " A girl said as group of girls was passing.

Shu immediately turned to look at the owner of the voice a blonde girl was walking towards him with her friends. This voice also caused Edgar to raised his head and look at the girl. Shu immediately turned to leave he needs to find another place to sleep this brat has already ruined his nap time.

" Mom?... MOM!"

Edgar said as he got up immediately ready to attack the blonde girl his mother was always kind and gentle to him, she will surely help him!

Before Edgar could approch yui he was immediately stopped by shu whom grabbed him by his shoulders and overpowered him. He held him in a firm grip.

Yui looked at shu and Edgar with a confusing gaze. Yui friends stopped too. After seeing shu, mika immediately stepped infront of yui.

"Yui has already told you that she doesn't like you will you stop following and stalking her?! "

The said girl immediately pulled out flowers and chocolate with a note and throwed it to shu.

"Could you stop sending this to her house like a creep? Gosh! You really have no self respect! I repeat she doesn't like you and never will!? "

"Mika.. Stop I think it's enough..Shu-san won't do it anymore-"

"Just because your senior we won't file a complain so it's better if you stop-"

"Yui!.. What's going on here? "

Said another voice. Edgar eyes widened as he looked at the person approaching them. Yui immediately perked up.

"Ruki-kun! " Yui immediately went up and hugged him. Ruki kissed yui on her head.

Shu gave a groan of annoyance as he slowly let go of edgar he turned away to leave not wanting to see the couple's display of affection... Not when the girl is his love. He looked at his letters and chocolates on floor and gifts that Mika throwed... Great! He bought them with his first pay and that's how it's treated.....

"YOU STALKER! PSYCHO! GET AWAY FROM MY MOM! "

Edgar shouted as he launched himself on ruki. Ruki immediately hugged yui closer to him and moved away from edgar. Shu eyes widened as he immediately turned around.

Edgar immediately grabbed ruki, yui yelped as she fell on floor, ruki immediately gained upper hand and pushed Edgar away from him before ruki could punch edgar his fist got stopped by shu.

"That's enough! Let go off him...i will take him away. "

"Tch."

Ruki immediately backed away. He noticed his girl friend on floor and immediately came to yui's aid by helping her to get up.

Ruki looked at Edgar and noticed his similarities to shu.

"Whats the big idea? Sakamaki Shu. I already warned you before I am warning you again don't come close to things that aren't yours. And control your cousin... Let's go yui. "

Ruki said as he took yui hand and walked away. Yui looked back at them she noticed concern in Edgar eyes as if he was telling her to not to go. Yui was confused. She turned to look ahead.

"DAD! Stop him!? That psycho! How could you let your wife go with her crazy stalker!? Didnt you told mom to be cautious of him?! "

Edgar said as he watched shu picking up a roseary Edgar recongnized this roseary it's his mom's prized possession.

"Hah! Stop talking your voice is annoyingly loud and irritating... "

"Dad? You do realize that you let Mom go with Mukami Ruki!? "

Shu turned to look at him with annoyance.

"Listen kid.. I am not your dad.. Beside yui is going with her boyfriend of 3 years he is her childhood friend too he is the safest guy yui can be with."

Edgar said as he walked back and forth with stress.

"Dad! Dad! What is wrong with you that maniac will do something to mom! "

Shu looked at him calmly and sighed.

"Why are you calling me and yui dad and mom just because you are aware that I like her that doesn't mean that you call us your parents.. Beside isn't it too extreme to call strangers your parents?"

Edgar turned to look at him.

"Strangers... But dad..No! No! Don't tell me... Dad are you really not my dad and mom isn't my mom... But you both look like them even your names too but why ruki is with mom?I was in my room why did I?!"

Edgar said as he ruffled his hair he is going to get crazy at this point.

"Hah... I will take my leave...you ruined my nap time.... "

"But dad--wait a minute!"

Edgar looked around as realization hit him like bricks. He looked at shu with widened eyes.

"I traveled back in time.. " He mumbled he looked at shu whom was walking ahead.

"Can you tell me date and year atlest? "

"Its 21 April, 2001."

Edgar eyes widened.

"Dad...Mom isn't safe with that guy......."

Edgar mumbled this caused shu to give a frustrated sigh.

"And why not? "

Edgar looked at him.

"Because in few weeks,he will kill mom's father and will become crazy after mom.. "

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#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers fandom #ruki mukami #shu sakamaki #yui komori #yui x ruki #yui x shu #shuyui #rukiyui

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yongislong · 1 year

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remind me.

genre: non!idol kun x reader established relationship tings, mostly fluff but kinda angsty, comfort

cw/note: insecurities about looks and abilities, mentions of working out, bad eating habits, anxiety a bit, light descriptions of a depressive episode, reader is mentioned wearing makeup, tysm anon! i hope you're doing okay and this could bring you a little bit of comfort wherever you are. im sorry for not being as active recently, im going thru it lol. love doesn't fix everything ofc but i hope this makes someone feel better

he'd caught you finally sleeping peacefully.

kun had noticed you waking up extra early to go on runs. he's seen you replace meals with protein bars and shakes. he'd also seen you withdraw from yourself. spending extra care avoiding your reflection in the mirror when you stepped out of the shower with him.

this is the first time in a long time, that kun has seen you take steady breaths and not worry about what you look like.

your eyelashes hit the apple of your cheek that's squished against his bicep you landed on during the night. he kept his right hand rested on your hipbone, running his thumb in circles along your warm skin. his left hand, free from the weight of your head, is busy twirling the ends of your hair into ringlets.

he wanted you to sleep for as long as you wanted, but he couldn't help but press the softest and lightest kiss to your puffed out pout. seeing you take in a sharp breath, stirring in your sleep he coos lightly and squeezes the side of your hip he was holding.

you rub your cheek on his bicep and he chuckles, a smile makes it way on your lips at the sound, you flutter your eyes open, looking up at kun through your lashes. he looks down at you with such adoration it kind of makes you want to hide and apologize.

he could see how far away you were beginning to get, how lost in your thoughts you go again. how hazy and glossy your eyes got and how quickly you snapped back into that mindset again. he wished you could hold on to the innocence and unknowing when you first wake up. he found that this was maybe the best time to ask.

"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" he rasps, as he traces your hairline with his pointer finger.

"hmhph... nothing?"

"you're a really bad liar y/n" he bares a sad smile, you downcast your gaze and he follows his head down to catch your eyes back, capturing your chin with right hand that rested on your lower waist, pointer finger and thumb pulling you up to his brown eyes.

"i know..." he could feel you physically crumbling.

you hid your face in his chest once you saw how his gaze carried a sea of worry he squeezes you as a sense of reassurance, allowing you to finally let him know what was going on with you.

kun always had a way of making you confess what was wrong. you always felt so guilty for wanting to hide your emotions and troubles from him because he's always been so mature about stuff like that. so patient and willing to wait. never pressing you for answers. just leaving slight hints that he knows more than what he leads on, and that he's gonna be here to solve the problem.

this cycle has repeated a few times before as your relationship progressed. you both got into the swing of gauging what to do once you, or him, got into moods like this where you felt like the way you looked and behaved was nothing to be loved or proud of.

still hiding your face from him, you start, "i feel like im lying to everyone kun. even you. i do my makeup to look better, i stay awake longer to study and cramp knowing there's no point because i'm just bad at math anyway, no clothes look okay on me and i feel like the way i'm handling things is constantly making everything everyone else's problem. im too loud, i can't stand eating anymore and i don't feel like doing anything anymore."

you chocked back a sob and continued with the support of kun's hand tracing up and down your spine, "-and i don't know what to do because you've never made me feel like i should view myself negatively or- or dwell on things i can't change, but i just, wan't control back... i hate feeling like you are forced to deal with me because you're scared of how i'll react or what i'll do. i get so in my head and i can't ever seem to slow the gears from turning..."

he could tell there was more you wanted to say. but it seems as though you couldn't put into words all that your body and mind felt, feelings too big to put into human language.

"im sorry, i just" you huff, "i- i don't know... what to do anymore kun, im sorry i keep neglecting myself, i, ugh, i hate making you worry! im sorry, i really really am," your voice was so small.

his shirt was soaked at this point. his own tears falling down his chin and landing on the back of your neck he'd dug his head into while you ranted.

his soft voice broke through your whimpers, "i know love, i know, its not your fault. it's okay to feel like this sometimes. i'm not going to sit here and tell you that i don't lie awake at night wondering if you've eaten or if work is going okay for you. there were times where i wanted nothing but to sit with you and make all your meals for you, making sure you ate, and even waking up before you to interrogate you about your running habits. there were so many scenarios and ideas running through my head about how i wanted to comfort you but i never wanted you to feel smothered. i really do hope you know that i've noticed, and i really and truly believe that you're the most beautiful person i've gotten the privilege of making coffee for, showering with, laughing with, knowing, everything. i love it when you sit in bed barefaced, i love it when you wear the color red, i love it when you come to me for help, i love bragging about how cool and pretty you are to people, i love bragging about how my partner could become a model if they really wanted to because they're-" peck "just" peck "that" peck "gorgeous, inside and out, as corny as that is."

he ends his sentiment with a large smile, knocking both of your noses together as you both giggle.

you cover your face with both palms.

circling his hands over your wrist, he slowly pulls them away.

"don't," he whispers, holding eye contact.

"you don't need to change anything about your appearance to keep me entertained?? okay? your body is the least important thing about you... it does help how hot it is but..."

smack!

"ow!! its true!! ugh okay okay," his smile widens as he sees how free you look for the first time in a while. head thrown back as far as the position allows, eyes crinkled as he feels the spot where his hand rested on your waist scrunch and twist with every way you giggled. he poked and prodded and the skin, making a blush dust over the apples of your cheeks.

"i hope i can be that for you too, qian kuunnn" you drag his name out, so prettily, he feels like he's gonna melt right into the bed onto the floor.

"oh trust me, you do more for me than i've ever done for you, you have no idea, really," he says, more seriously than you had seen him since yangyang spilled coffee all over is electric keyboard months back.

"you know i'd literally buy the moon for you, right. like walk over hot coals, help hide a body for you type shit," he admits through giggles and red cheeks.

"im always going to be here to remind though, incase you forget."

hitting his chest playfully, you mumble a sentence joking about how instead, he should reward you with more cuddles since he made you cry so early on a thursday morning.

he obliges happily, grabbing your thigh and slinging you leg over his waist. making it easier to tuck you into him fully. he smells like pistachios and carmel. his hands are so soft against the back of your head. he lulls you to sleep by whispering cheesy lines about how perfect you are and how nothing you could do or the way you look could ever change his perception of you that he's crafted. he runs kisses along the under side of your jaw, all the way to the end of your shoulder just before you fully knock out.

yeah, your boyfriend is kinda a romantic.

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sukunasweetheart · 8 months

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I suddenly had the idea of college au where reader and sukuna both play this game and their first meeting was through that game. Sukuna is a massive troll so he annoys the reader in a lobby. They bicker during the whole game. Reader complains about it to her friend while heading to class and accidentally bumps into Sukuna. Not sure what happens next

Loosely based it off of My love story with Yamada-Kun L999

✦ stella .ᐟ

ohhh omg i havent seen that anime but this seems so good, im always a sucker for college AUs...

shit talking about him in the hallway with your friend first day back into college, only to bump into the man nose-first LMAO

"he was such a shithead! and mean for literally no reason, like he woke up with a stick up his ass in the morning. i can't deal with men like him-"

you stagger back from the impact, after bumping into a wall of muscle.

"...oh? it's the little doll-face who couldn't catch a single win against me back in the lobby."

your friend stifles a snort next to you.

"you-!"

"i didn't know i was occupying your mind so much, doll. why don't you say all that to my face next time, hm?" sukuna, standing with hands shoved deep in his pockets, smirks at you.

"shut up! don't you have class to get to?" you ask indignantly.

"you're not very smart. why else would i be here?" he cocks his head towards the entrance to the lecture room.

"don't tell me..." you gasp in horror.

"too bad for you huh. you'll be dealing with this shithead for the rest of the semester."

you glare up at him and he looks down at you with a smug look on his face.

"whatever. let's just get inside," you mutter, walking off first.

"getting shy now? alright. i'll talk to you after the lecture, dollface."

you hate how he gets your heart thumping, effortlessly.

sukuna sits with his own little group towards the front, and he can't help but notice the glances you're constantly giving to the back of his head. it's cute, how you're trying so hard to fight off your attraction to him. he can't wait to make you crumble in his hands.

#sorry if this was different from what u had in mind haha #idk i just thought of this on the spot #i love college AUs #sukuna x reader #poe answers

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gorejo · 7 months

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▸ I'LL MEET YOU FOREVER IN THIS MEMORY. - GOJO SATORU. forbes30!gojo

synopsis: he'll argue it's fate — a divine moment — that he's always in your proximity, and you call it bullshit. he says his class was in the same building, panting with a sweat pebbling on his forehead, yet you've seen him run across campus just couple minutes prior as he awkwardly stood in front of you. he's a man on a mission, determined to succeed. to have you finally fall for him.

content: wc: 6.6 k (sigh), fluff, light cursing, uses of she/her to align with the original au but the fic can be read without it. reader lovingly calls him stupid for one part and is shorter than him because the man is canonically tall af. petnames (babe, sweetheart, angel). slight nsfw towards the end, Gojo calls himself daddy in one scene just for jokes. college forbes30!gojo !!

There was nothing but the sound of chalk hitting the board, the frustrated sighs of students trying to keep up, and the monotonous tone of Takashi sensei talking that filled the lecture hall.

Students hastily typed on their electronics, while others chose to go old-fashioned with simple pen and paper.

But for Gojo Satoru, none of that mattered, really.

11:47.

Impatiently shaking his legs, his body just barely fitting in the cramped seat, uncaring if the attendant in front of him sent multiple glares for his crude manner of bumping his knees against the back — why the hell were these spaces always so damn cramped?

Satoru released another long sigh as he clicked open his phone to check the time, again.

Infuriatingly, it was still fucking 11:47.

It'll take me about six minutes to get to the quad, and another five to make it to the east building...

“Dammit,” Satoru cursed, his supposed whisper radiating a bit too loudly throughout the silent hall as he slumped further into his seat groaning as his impatience imbued his mind with thoughts.

One more minute and it’ll be just enough time to make it over —

“Gojo-kun,” releasing an annoyed sigh, “would you mind sharing with the class what could’ve gotten you so possibly worked up today?” his professor questioned without even turning his back to look at who just so rudely interrupted his class — again.

What excuse should I make today? Maybe I can leave now and act as if —

“Gojo-kun?” The professor's voice laced with irritation as he put the chalk down, the click of the powder hitting the rail echoed throughout the auditorium — no one dared to speak a word — not especially when the semester was so close to ending.

“Can you answer this question because you seem to be awfully more interested in something else rather than studying for your exam tomorrow?”

maybe I can ask her to study for finals? Oh, that’s good… I can show how studious and dependable I am, and then maybe she’ll fall for me. Goddamn call me a genius! But wait — fuck, I can’t use that because —

“Satoru, uh… sensei's coming,” Gojo felt a nudge on his side, his colleague nervously squirming in his seat, whispering to get his attention but yet it went unacknowledged — far over Satoru’s head — surely, the man currently had other priorities than to be rotting in business calculus.

Business calculus… the bane of his existence, his utter torture of attending every session, a complete fifty minutes wasted three times a week just for him to sit there and ponder about something else — most of the time, it was him getting antsy to get to you.

It was much to everyone’s surprise that he even went to all his lectures — the one student no one ever expects to have perfect attendance for a class he gives two shits about — well, he does give a shit because it’s all for his plan.

….

“So tell me why you’re trying to take this class?” His best friend glanced over Satoru’s shoulder.

“Don’t bother me, I can’t multi-task,” Gojo murmured, ignoring his raven hair friend as he lightly bit his lips, furiously typing up his course number into the system, his back hunched as he anxiously stared at his loading computer screen, “never thought getting a class would be so stressful," Satoru groaned.

“Why are you so stressed, it’s unlike you,” Geto’s voice was serene, “and what other dumb shit are you up to?” he chuckled while taking a sip of his coffee.

“It’s not dumb,” Satoru shot back.

“You tested out of calculus, Satoru.”

“So what?” he grumbled — just a couple seconds more…

Geto didn’t quite understand why Gojo had to go to such lengths, completely acting out of his character as he pitifully waited for his screen to load.

He’d never seen his friend so riled up about something so simple. The last time Satoru got like this was a couple of years back when a small pastry shop he searched online closed an hour before they got there. His defeat and whines were understandable since the trip took three hours by train.

But this… yea, Suguru couldn’t quite put a finger on it… well not until a very minor dialogue he had with a certain someone, such small talk that even he forgot that it occurred a semester prior.

“Are you by chance doing this because —”

Cutting him off, “fuck…” was all Suguru heard as his best friend rested his forehead on his arm, body slumping from the adrenal fatigue.

In bold, a message read:

Congrats! You have successfully registered for all your classes

Perhaps, it wouldn't hurt to learn a bit more about limits and infinities, Satoru thought before taking a nap in the library.

….

Or I can ask if she can help me study. because she’s good at that, right? she’s always at the library, always ignoring my texts because of her goddamn exams…

Gojo pondered, crossing his arms with his index and thumb rubbing against his chin, his cheeks squeezed while furrowing his brows.

but fuck, that means I won’t be able to talk to her because last time — I mean, it’s been a month since then, maybe it’ll be different now, I figure we got closer. she's smiling a bit more and we’ve gone on a couple of dates… I suppose —

…

“Psst,” Gojo harshly whispered from across the table, “psst!”

Glaring at him over your laptop, eyes sparkling and round, face needy for attention, “what do you want?” You spat out.

“Just wondering,” Gojo chirped, his ears perked in your direction with his elbows resting on the table, body leaning towards your direction, “Have you fallen for me yet?”

“No, you’re not my type.” you retorted emotionless.

“What’s your type then?” Gojo countered, unfazed, smiling as he challenged your words.

“Someone, not Gojo Satoru.”

“Well, aren’t you spicy?” He stretched out his legs while leaning back on his chair, boyishly smiling with his arms thrown behind his neck, the lean physique of his body outlined in this position — he looked hot, no doubt about that, and… he knew that.

“but i’m just going to tell you now,” cocking his head to the side, licking his soft lips that shined a pretty pink, confidently proclaiming,

“there will come a day when your words will bite you in the ass.”

“Did your parents ever teach you about having some class —“

“Can you guys lower it down, or move someplace else?” a student hushed, stating through gritted teeth as he witnessed the tortuous and unforgivable sight of you both, love, bantering in the library of all places.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, apologetically smiling at them before facing forward to meet your stalker — you swore he was stalking you because there was no way he and you could have this many “random” encounters, that would work out so perfectly with him just magically appearing wherever you go — it's bullshit you thought, especially when his acting skills weren’t necessarily that great…

“Hey babe,” Gojo cheekily whispered,

“I’m not your babe,” you hissed back.

“Ooo, so you like the sweet pet names huh? Noted,” he nodded, the curve of his lips turned upward, humming a tune while he typed something on his phone.

you couldn’t tell what annoyed you more, his devilishly handsome smile, or the fact that your heart was beating in unrhythmic patterns the more you talked with him.

A facade maybe, but you’ve come to undeniably enjoy his rambunctious company despite him getting on your nerves.

“Then, sweetheart, do you wanna —“

“No.” you numbly stated while typing away at your report.

“But I didn’t even get to —“

“Still, no.”

“Fine…” for a moment Satoru slumped into his chair, before quickly asking again, “how about —”

“No.”

Smiling as he rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward as he pushes down your laptop, his long, pretty fingers lightly tapping the case, “Do you hate Gojo Satoru?” His words slyly spewed out of his lips, anticipating your shy face when he catches you slipping for saying ‘no’ without much thought.

“Yes.”

“Boo,” Satoru pouted while retreating to his side, slumping his back to rest his cheeks on his textbook as he closed his eyes.

With your screen down it was easier to take notice of his features. Not that you were blatantly indifferent about his looks — everyone knew Gojo Satoru was handsome — but you rarely got to see him for who he was underneath all the layers of superficial worth people praised him for.

There was a lot on his shoulders from the brief mentions about his family and childhood that you could sense. It was easy to tell that behind all the crazy and loud was a little boy hiding his loneliness and pain under a mask and careless demeanor.

You noticed his lips were mildly protruding out, his brows slightly furrowed and his white hair gently frayed down on his forehead with his lashes long and occasionally fluttering. His skin was unblemished and his jaw was sharp yet his face still held the youth of his age.

He’ll soon prepare to work for his family business, learning about the intricacies of the business and possibly becoming one of those cutthroat bosses you’ve seen in the dramas.

He’ll probably grow a bit more — he’s been working out a lot Gojo would say, proven by the multiple thirst traps he’ll post. His arms were getting a lot more defined, and his abs… oh, you didn’t mean to take a peak. But guess you did have a front-row seat to his almost topless torso when he mindlessly pulled up his shirt while he took off his sweatshirt.

can't say you disliked the view.

You remember feeling warm that day — stomach fluttering with something, while your back felt gently embraced with his scent and clothing.

“You checking me out?” Gojo muttered without taking a glance at you, pulling you back into reality.

“N-no!” you quickly looked away, opening up your laptop as you grimaced at the harsh stares you got from those around you for the noise, “j-just wondering if you were going to study or not?” you murmured, hiding your face behind your laptop and your cheeks starting to feel hot.

“For someone so smart you ask dumb questions,” Gojo chuckled as he stretched out his legs, his feet purposefully tapping against yours, “what does it look like I’m doing, sweetheart?” he quietly mumbled before his voice started to fade out, “you know,” silently yawning as his body curled inward — all 6’3’’ of him on the small desk that barely housed his long legs — the tapping of his foot now softly, soothingly, rubbing against yours, “you gotta work smarter, not hard…er…”

You weren’t sure if the man before you was a complete idiot or a genius. but for unknown reasons, this guy surprisingly scores the top grade in his classes when his only method of “studying” is sleeping with his head on top of his textbook — surely, the world isn’t fair.

Despite the little snore you heard in front of you, with the light grunts he made from the uncomfortable position, you couldn’t help but fondly look at the guy in front of you.

Smiling — yea, you’ve been doing that a lot these days.

You decided — maybe, opening up wouldn’t be so bad…

For you, you remembered it was the first time you felt odd in the stomach. A bit like butterflies as you watched him doze off to sleep, trying your absolute best to restrain your hands from moving a piece of hair that covered his face as he slightly drooled while you studied. You’ve been catching yourself stalling time to meet him where he supposedly just ran into you — he was nice and the epitome of warmth, and you liked that in your dull world.

But for Satoru, it was another failed attempt to get closer to you.

He remembered waking up in an empty library — alone. he swore he rested his head for no more than thirty minutes, but how the hell was the time three hours past that?

Stretching as he released a low groan, his gaze foggy as he squinted his eyes to look for you, only to frown when he realized you were nowhere to be seen.

“dammit” Satoru grumbled while quickly packing his bags, “I wanted to buy dinner —”

A neon post it leafed its way down to the table, planting face down as Gojo slowly blinked in confusion while touching his forehead.

Picking up the piece of paper, it read:

Hey loser, you were mumbling about some food while you slept, so I got you dinner and placed it next to your backpack. go home and eat ( :

p.s. also, stop bothering me, weirdo.

p.p.s. you know you drool while sleeping?

Dumbfoundedly wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Gojo wasn’t sure if he was blushing from embarrassment or the fact that you were the first girl to buy him dinner — well, it wasn’t in the typical romantic sense… but who the fuck cares, it’s the fact that you bought him dinner; therefore, a step a closer to his goal. So he wins.

Carefully folding the note and placing it into the safeguard of his wallet, Gojo quickly strapped on his bag as he gently held onto his dinner, cradling it like a prized possession, mentally noting what to use for his excuse tomorrow while he made his way down the stairs to the exit.

The air felt oddly cold for the summer. the slight breeze brushed against his face, the ends of his hair tickling his cheeks as he breathed in the damp air.

Everything felt good — right almost despite his lost chances of getting dinner with you. Perhaps he can save that for another day.

“Just you wait,” beaming up at the moon lighting up the campus, his blue eyes sparkling as Gojo declared, “you will be mine.”

…

“ — Gojo-kun,” his professor called out. His impatience ran thin as he tapped his foot against the floor, “if you don’t answer, I will fail you —”

“Sensei, the limit just simply doesn’t exist — it’s limitless.” Satoru nonchalantly responded, cooly peaking at his watch now — maybe the time would read faster with that — but the second hand still stayed the same, seconds excruciatingly feeling long.

“No matter how difficult you propose this function, if the derivative doesn’t exist, nor will its limit.” Gojo continued to calmly iterated his reasoning.

“But doesn’t this point here,” pointing at the board, the chalk panging against the surface, “exist?” his professor challenged, “it’s a point on the graph.”

“Well, no matter how far you stretch this graph within the axes, going as far as trying to touch the asymptotes, it will never. because the limit will always be limitless since the function at those points won’t exist. So, no, that point isn’t on the graph.”

“And what about here?,” pointing to the chalkboard,“what is your answer, Gojo-kun?”

“Assuming you only have one x to one y, then the answer is simple. By definition, the limit will exist if the points on both sides of that graph approach the same point. To find that point, well that depends on the graph given. And looking at this graph, no. there are two points that are open.”

It should be about damn time.

Gojo felt his blood rushing through his body, heart anxiously pumping with each heavy thud drumming to his ears, the only sound audible that his brain could decipher instead of the pointless questions his professor was asking — why was he making it so goddamn difficult.

His urgency spiked up as adrenaline pumped through his body, anxiously shaking his leg, Gojo clicked his phone open again, his large hand covering the device as he peeped down.

11:48 — shit.

“Well, what about when —”

“Shit, I'm late,” Gojo cursed, frantically packing up his bag and zipping it up.

“Excuse me?” His professor frowned, obviously taken aback by his student’s daring use of profanity in his lecture.

But paying no mind, Gojo quickly stood up and paved his way out, harshly whispering past with a light smile as he hugged onto his bag, “Psst, sorry, going through!” doing his best to swiftly move through the cramped isles while his giant, uncaring if his lanky build caused a nuisance in the middle of the lecture, unbothered if his professor was done talking to him or not,

“Gojo-kun?” His professor was flabbergasted at his student’s rude ignorance.

“excuse me, sorry!” Satoru cheekily exclaimed while finally making his way out.

“I haven’t dismissed —”

“Sensei sorry!” Gojo exclaimed while opening the lecture door, ready to sprint out, “I promise, I’ll pass your exam tomorrow!” he blurted, voice fading off into the distance and Gojo now nowhere to be seen.

“... at least don’t sit in the middle if you’re always going to barge out like that,” his professor murmured to himself, massaging the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

Yet the only response he got was silence, the awkward creaking of the door closing, and the clock striking the end of his lecture.

“Fuck,” he panted while brushing his fingers through his hair, a little damp from his sweat, his chest huffing from the sprint across campus as he looked at his watch, brows furrowed as his eyes searched everywhere for a glimpse of you.

“Not there,” he mumbled, gazing to his side, “no, not here,” frustratingly turning around as he scanned the area just in case you slipped out the back door, his eyes loosely looking past a couple of figures, “damn it, not here too.”

“What’s not here?” he heard a soft voice from behind him.

“Just looking for someone,” without processing, Satoru blurted out, “uhm… sorry just talking to myself —” Gojo mumbled as he slowly turned around, impatient that someone was taking away his precious time to find you.

Call him a dreamer but he was still hopeful that you possibly didn’t just leave — I mean how could you, when he made it a point to always see you after class, you couldn’t be that clueless.

“You’re late,” you stated, trying to stifle your laugh, his busy eyes quickly changed to ones of nervousness as he registered who was exactly in front of him. His clear, azul eyes were imbued in sheer panic as his expression dwindled to eventual ease as a droplet of sweat ran down from his temple.

“Oh god, uhm,” scratching his head as he awkwardly looked off to the side, whispering under his breath, “I- I ended class a little late, but great to see you again,” he tried composing himself while smiling — the one that made his lips twitch from nervousness.

“I see,” you hummed, “you seem out of breath, Gojo,” you teased, remembering just how frantic he looked minutes prior while running over.

You ended class a bit earlier, wondering if he’d be waiting outside like he normally did, pacing back and forth to make it seem like he simply ran into you — how utterly stupid was he?

But it was you that would giggle, feeling the type of happiness that made your heart full and cheeks hurting — guess you were the stupid one for falling for such an act.

So you decided to wait today, standing off in the corner to witness how he would stage his act — you just didn’t expect him to be in such a panic rush trying to get here.

“Yea, y-you know those stairs, it gets me all the time,” Gojo stiffly laughed as he fisted his hand behind his back, trying to steady his breath and nose from embarrassingly flaring.

“Satoru,” giggling as you peeped up, noticing just how much taller he was compared to you while his hands nervously twitched and cheeks rosy despite his firm stance that his class was only but a few steps away from yours, you couldn’t help but smile at his innocence, “there are no stairs in this building.”

“Satoru, huh… that’s a change… sounds so nice rolling off your tongue,” he pondered while staring at your lips. It was cute and just perfect as you said every letter, every syllable of his name —

“Earth to Gojo Sa-to-ru,” waving your hands, tip-toeing to get his attention.

“Ah, right…. Sorry,” he mumbled, shyly looking away only to take a quick glance at you looking up at him.

“So…” cocking your head to the side, eyes doe-like while looking up through your lashes, “ what’s the plan for today? You softly chirped.

“uhm,” eyes widen, shocked at your response, “what?” his voice was unexpectedly sharp.

“I asked what are we doing today….” Rolling on your heels, “I-isn’t that why you’re here?” you nervously asked.

“Just like that?” Gojo glanced at you, eyes full of suspicion.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, lips starting to form a pout as you awaited his answer.

“Sorry,” he sighed, stretching his legs out to match his height with yours, “didn’t mean to sound harsh,” he apologetically whispered while gazing into your eyes.

“It’s just that you always reject me… I - I mean,” holding his hands up, shaking in defense to not offend you, “don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it,” furrowing his brows as he shook his head, “no, no, let’s retract back. I’m thrilled that you’re asking me. It's just that…” his voice slowly fading as if embarrassment finally caught up to his head.

“It's just what?” you softly mumbled.

“Well,” sighing, “I had all these excuses planned out just in case you said no,” he confessed as he pulled his phone from his pocket, “It’s all in my notes app.”

“Notes app huh?” your lips twitched from trying to contain your laugh.

“So what was the excuse for today? or… ” you teased, gently hitting your elbow against his arm, “should I say no, so your efforts don’t go to waste?”

“Thought we could go for coffee after I uncoincidentally bumped into you after your class,” Satoru shrugged.

“Coffee sounds nice,” you hummed, “you’re buying?”

“Here gimme,” he softly encouraged, quickly taking your bag and swinging it over his shoulder, “I mean, I do owe you one for bumping into you that one day.”

“Ah, so you do admit, that was your fault,” you jokingly glared, “the headache you put me through because of your stupid five hundred dollar shirt,” you grumbled.

“Well technically it was a bit more,” he grinned, “but not really, I believe in fate,” he winked, “it was a divine moment.”

“You’re ridiculous,” rolling your eyes, “but I need to study.”

“I have an excuse for that too.”

“And what could that be?”

“I got an exam tomorrow, so you can watch me be handsomely studious,” Satoru smiled.

“For what class?” stunned to hear Gojo Satoru and studying be spoken in a sentence together.

“Business calc,” he frowned.

“Oh my god! Who’s your professor?” you beamed.

“The one and only Takashi sensei,” Satoru chuckled, softly patting your head as he couldn’t resist your cute enthusiasm.

“What?” your voice suspicious, yet you had no resolve to remove it — it felt nice, his hands were big… you realized.

“Nothing,” biting his lip to contain his laugh,” it’s just… that’s the most you’ve shown interest in me.”

“Whatever…” you huffed to flush out the embarassment, “I have him next semester —”

“I know,” he softly responded, his words going unnoticed.

“— and I’m worried because math isn’t really my forte,” you honestly confessed.

“That’s why you have me!” he stood with his chest tall, his thumb pointing at himself, “I’ll be your dependable, hot tutor that you fall in love with.”

“You’re ridiculous…”

Winking, “I don’t charge pretty girls like you —”

“So you’re telling me, you tutored other girls by being their hot and dependable tutor?” you raised a brow, standing to one side as you crossed your arms.

“What? N-no, that’s not it!”

“mhm, yea… playboy,” shaking your head,” so why are you taking business calculus? Thought you tested out of it, no?”

“Well… a man has his reasons,” he cheekily stated.

“And how does that help me to study?” raising one brow as you questioned his logic, “ I thought your method of studying was sleeping on your textbook.”

“Okay wow, I was not prepared for that. You’re making it difficult for me again, but you know what?” pulling his sleeves up as he stood tall in front of you, “I’m prepared for your rejections. And in answer to that, then we can study together.”

“But you talk too much, and snore when you fall asleep.”

“Not true,” Satoru murmured, “Suguru said I was generally a peaceful and quiet sleeper.”

“Explain generally,” you eyed him suspiciously, “and I didn’t know you both were like that,” giggling, your heart slowly expanding in adoration the more you talked with him, “... sleeping together and such.”

“We just had one too many nights where we would pass out a little drunk after a party,” scratching the back of his head, “and m-my body runs a little hot… so…”

“So…?”

“So, Shoko may or may not have some photos of us,” Gojo’s face started to contort in disgust, “cuddling…”

“But aside from that,” he tried defending himself, “I’m very great to sleep with!”

“Sure…” you gave him a teasing glance, “I’ll ask Geto the next time I see him about that.”

“Hey…” suddenly stepping closer to you, his voice serious yet soft. He was careful to not overstep any boundaries you might have placed, slowly reaching down to grasp hold of your fingers,

“just give me a chance yea? I’ll be good, I- I won’t snore, I won't drool, and I’ll only talk when I need to, hmm?” he reassured

You can almost feel the sore desperation in his voice as you feel the feathery grazes of his fingers against yours; his breath held as he anxiously awaited your answer.

“Okay,” you softly mumbled.

“Great,” releasing his breath, “you won’t regret it, I promise,” Gojo whispered while smiling.

“Hey Satoru,” you lightly called out, his name perfectly rolling off your tongue — so delicate, so pretty.

“Mhm,” he invited you to continue.

“Did you run here?” You questioned, playing with your foot as you rolled a rock on your shoe, “you’re normally not so out of breath.”

“Pssh, no,” he awkwardly laughed, “I told you my class is in this building as well —“

“Stupid, come here,” you murmured, pulling him slightly down, taking a piece of your sleeve as you tiptoed to reach his face. Gently dabbing the small droplets of sweat under his soft white bangs, “next time don’t run. And finish your class, Sensei’s going to hate you,” you softly told him.

“I- I told you,” blushing because your face was way too close — dangerous even — examining your features, ‘pretty’ he thought as he watched you concentrate on him,

“I just happened to have class —“

“I’ll be waiting next time, so take your time coming,” you smiled, looking into his eyes before quickly flattening your feet, “it’s quite far to come here from across campus, no?”

Satoru just gives in, like the hundred different times where he willingly lost to you, “Not as hard as scoring a date with you,” he smiled while spreading his feet out to make it easier for you to continue.

“It’s not a date,” you mumbled, your cheeks feeling hot as his soft eyes gazed at you, his two hands lightly placed on your hips to draw you closer.

“It is so definitely a date,” Satoru professed, “and I can just tell,” his voice feathery and light, “that we’ll have many more.”

10 years later —

The light scratching on his pen against the document loomed in his office. Ijichi, his most trusted secretary anxiously waited for his boss to finish signing his papers, watching guard just in case he didn’t go running off before finishing all his duties — again.

“You don’t need to stand there hovering,” Gojo nonchalantly stated, his wrist gently peeking through his cuffs, his watch shining with every stroke of his name.

“Well, these reports are important that you have them signed by today,” Ijichi nervously answered.

“Do you have it ready?” Gojo responded without removing his gaze from the file he was reading just before signing.

“I-I do, the flower shop did say it was difficult to find the specific color, but they made it work. I’ll bring it over when you’re done… and reservations have been made, sir.”

“Perfect, because…” his voice calm and emotionless, his hair once perfectly set in the morning, now just a little frazzled from his busy day, his tie now loose from his stress, “this should be the last one I do,” Satoru smiled while giving his secretary the folder.

“Sir, uhm you still have —”

“I’ll do them tomorrow,” Gojo stood up, reaching over to grab his coat, quickly throwing it over his broad shoulder.

“B-but!” Ijichi was frantic, his eyes shaking at the visible stack of papers Satoru had yet to sign — and oh, god, he didn’t even get to read over the file for tomorrow’s presentation.

“Satoru-sachou, the Chairman will be there for tomorrow—“

“And the flowers are beautiful, she’ll love them, thank you,” Gojo warmly smiled while taking a whiff of its scent, walking past the frazzled man to a mirror to quickly freshen up his white hair and clothes, reapply your favorite cologne and spray some mint into his mouth.

“Satoru-sach —”

“Relax, when have I ever worried you?”

'always,' Ijichi thought.

Nonchalant and unbothered as he fixed his tie, “It’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, and you’ll be fine,” Satoru stated as he took one look at the mirror, his sharp cerulean eyes looking at his secretary, “go take the night off, you look exhausted.”

You! You are the source of my stress and mental breakdowns! Ijichi wanted to scream.

While making his way to the door, Satoru quickly noted, “I’ll be here in the morning with all of it finished,” he stated before leaving his office.

At a loss for words, helpless in front of his careless boss, Ijichi just stood frozen, mind racing at all the changes and accommodations, the phone calls and e-mails he’d have to make to fit into Gojo’s schedule because he knew for sure… Gojo Satoru will not be here bright and early in the morning to finish his work — especially when it is date night.

“I should just quit,” falling to his knees, defeated by his boss’s carelessness to simply skadoodle off on a date when he was one impacted by the brunt repercussions of his actions, “surely he wants to kill me with all this— ”

Disrupting his internal monologue, “Ah, I almost forgot,” Ijichi’s mortal enemy spoke while opening the door and holding onto the knob, “I booked a small vacation for you and your wife for this weekend, it should be in my drawer,” the man simply blinked in response, “and don’t call me until I text you, I got important business for tonight,” Gojo warned before his voice quickly changed to that of pity, “yea… you definitely need that break,” he stated as he shook his head and closed the door again.

Registering what just occurred, Ijichi grunted as he lifted himself up, brushing his knees as he walked towards Satoru’s desk, lightly skipping as the scales of his exhaustion flaked off from the caring act of his boss, “Well, guess I gotta start sending those emails now…” Ijichi hummed.

…

“Traffic doesn’t seem too bad,” Gojo muttered while looking at his phone’s navigation, his steps pacing as the clicks of his heels echoed through the halls of the empty parking garage.

Sliding his hand behind the handle, the car automatically turned on as he opened the door. Lowly grunting as he entered his Bentley, his eyes quickly scanned his back seat from the rearview mirror, his mind recalling a moment a couple of days prior that left you rather speechless in his arms — hot and sticky as he reconfirmed once again his love for you in a rather lustfully carnal matter.

He could do that with you — boyfriend privileges.

It’s not like he picked out this specific car, testing out the back specifically for its… spacious seating and tinted window. Totally didn’t bring this car to work today because he wanted to test those specifications out again… but only if you were up for it.

And stepping on the gas pedal, Gojo drove out, the light screeches of his car heard from inside.

“Daddy’s coming, sweetheart,” Gojo chuckled while firmly placing a grip on his wheel, his vacant arm resting on the side.

Though a decade has gone by, Satoru still feels the same giddiness that he did when he was eighteen. He’s gotten taller, bulkier in his frame, and styled his clothes better from the god-awful sweats he always wore — though you still seem to always complain if he wasn’t wearing his specific gray ones, he doesn’t blame you. It makes his dick look nice.

He kisses you a lot better than the sloppy ones he gave you in his teen years. He gets to wake up with you — face cutely bloated, tummy peaking through his loose shirt, legs entangled with his as he takes in your beauty. He likes that, all of it.

He reads and understands your quirks before you even tell him. And strangely so, when you have a headache, well god be damned, he had one too.

He’s become more influential and held power to his name, leading a multi-billion company, but in the privacy of his home, he was still silly, honest, and vulnerable. Contrary to the changes throughout the years, Satoru was still the same — a lovesick man.

Despite your harsh decision to break up with him from a simple misunderstanding, Gojo never held it against you. He’s grown to understand and works to amend the loss — together. It was his time to grow, his time to expand his horizons and his time to explore his options. But guess fate was really on his side because he walked back to where it all started with a fresh start — finding you two years ago at a college reunion.

Life was good for Satoru — better when you came back into his world. Mornings weren’t so tough and nights didn’t feel so lonely. His mundane days of meeting and mediocre dates were of the past. Now, even the simplest days felt refreshing.

Looking out as he drove through the highway, a couple minutes from your workplace, he watched the city’s skyline sparkle in the dark. He recalled the days when he looked out the night sky, thinking if you were happy, wishing he could just understand why you decided to leave him — only for him to make some regrettable choices of relying on alcohol and texting quick fucks, slipping into weakness during the quietest of times.

It’s often when everything was quiet that felt the loudest — the most difficult to bear for him.

But now, when he sees the night sky he can’t help but feel warm with a slight tingling resonating from his core because even if it's quiet, he isn’t alone — you’ve nestled into a portion of his heart that he could never forsake, nor did he want to.

She’ll like that, Gojo thought while looking up, making a mental note to mention it to you later.

He felt his heart beating fast as he imagined what face you would make when you would see him today — happy, relieved, excited? Or did you happen to have a bad day, the exhaustion dripping from your slumped shoulders simply needing a hug with light kisses as he expressed his love?

And parking his car, carefully grabbing the bouquet as he took another whiff — he doesn’t remember flowers smelling so beautifully fragrant when you weren’t in his life, but strangely now… it does.

“Yellow tulips are my favorite,” you mentioned once while Satoru dropped you off at your dorm.

“Why,” he asked. Repeating ‘yellow tulips’ in his head multiple times just so he can type it into his notes app later when he was alone.

“Just cause… they’re beautiful and they symbolize hope and happiness,” you softly said, “I like to think there’s something out there I can be hopeful for… and maybe find the answer to finding true happiness, if that even exists, ” you shyly confessed with a gentle laugh.

And grabbing hold of your hand, gently bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss, specific to a finger on your left hand, Satoru marked a promise, “I’ll buy you all the yellow tulips in the world, till you find that answer.”

Obviously, no flower could come abysmally close to your natural scent when he held you tightly in his arms, naked bodies touching as he breathed into your skin.

And he hoped the time he spent with you was a step closer to finding your true happiness because, to him, you meant the world.

“She’ll be out in a few, so...” he murmured while taking a look at his watch, briefly scanning the entrance to find a good spot to wait.

“There should be perfect,” he whispered to himself as he made his way to the corner — a place difficult to see through from the dangling tree leaves and vines.

Satoru couldn’t help but pleasingly reminiscence the times when he would run from his lecture to pick you up. Who can blame him, he was a man on a mission to find his princess — just so happens that she broke his heart eight years ago — but who the fuck cares about setbacks, things were good now.

He feels his heart beating, the familiar thumping in his chest as he waits for you. The usual sweating of his palms as he checked his phone for the time again, mentally groaning as time seemed to be infinitely fixed. Good thing there was no sensei asking him useless questions as he nervously waited.

“I’ll see you next week, have a great weekend Tanaka-san.”

Gojo could realize that voice anywhere.

There you were, waving goodbye to a fellow male coworker that he had never liked — the lovely Tanaka-san, you always had so many great things to say about. He should just have you transferred to his company, you’ll thrive, and even have a chance to expand your talents … but you’ll give him an earful if he does.

But that’ll be a conversation for another day when he’s more willing to put up a friendly fight with you.

Because right now, he had a mission — one he’s been striving for since eighteen.

“Ah, fancy I see you here,” Satoru voiced out, coming out from the dark with a hand behind his back, “must’ve been fate that we meet,” he stated with a wink.

Rolling your eyes with a chuckle, turning around to see your boyfriend walking over, “did you run here? Or…” you hummed while looking over to find his Bentley parked on the right, “are you gonna tell me you work here too?”

“Neither,” he shrugged while walking, “just came here to ask a pretty girl out on a date, that’s all,” his voice soft yet enticing as he now stood so closely in front of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry but I’m actually waiting for my boyfriend,” you looked around, your knees feeling weak when you caught his confident smirk, the sweet scent of his cologne hypnotizing your senses, “have you seen him? He’s really handsome, you know?” you played on.

“You do?” Satoru warmly stated as he gave you the bouquet he was hiding behind his back, his fingers gently resting on your hips as he pulled you in, your dainty heels standing in between his larger dress shoes while he pressed a warm kiss to your cheek, “Bet your handsome boyfriend doesn’t have flowers for you like this, no?”

“He gets them for me all the time,” you took a whiff of the rose and caught sight of the yellow incarnation of hope, “and always picks me up from work even though it drives his secretary insane.”

“Pssh, what a bad boyfriend,” he whispered with his gaze traveling to your lips, “you should totally dump him for me,” he pitched while cupping your face, lips teasing to touch, the slight minty breeze of his breath warming your cheeks, as he slowly closed the impending gap between you two,

“what do you say, sweetheart? Give me a chance and I’ll treat you to more than just coffee for our date tonight.”

note: hope you all enjoyed! it was rather difficult to pull out this piece because I was heartbroken from the last jjk chapter... but all is well now because gojo is healthy and well in the forbes30! universe. this was a headcanon that spiraled into a 6k fic... and hopefully i'll be able to expand on the other hc's i have for him, without breaking the word count rip

#ae.writes #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #forbes30!gojo

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setting him up • m. Izumi

pairing : college au! Izumi Miyamura x best friend!reader

summary : maybe it was a dumb idea to set her best friend with the popular girl in their college

a/n : might be a bit rusty. No hate on Hori tho.

reblog and feedback are appreciated!

As Y/n began to pack her bag, ready to leave the hall, a pair of hands landed on her table stopping her. It was her.

“Y/n, you remember, right?” The girl asked to which Y/n nodded with a faint smile. How could she not? It was as if a burning knife was cutting right through her chest. “Well then! See you at 4!” the girl waved back.

×××

“Y/n! At least tell me where we’re going!” Came the giggling voice of Y/n’s best friend, Miyamura Izumi. In response, Y/n just smiled leading the two in front of a café.

Surprised, Izumi gave a confused look at Y/n. It was the same café the two usually hung out at, so why make this an ordeal was what Izumi thought but kept from saying anything. Y/n always has a reason, he trusts her. She could lead him to a different country altogether and still, Izumi wouldn’t say anything. He trusts her that well.

Entering the café, Izumi wasshocked to see Y/n leading them to an already occupied table where sat the topper of their department, the girl all the guys fawned over, the princess of the college, Hori Kyouko.

She got up from her chair, greeting the two friends. “Hello, Izumi”, she smiled, “Oh, and Y/n too.”

Y/n greeted back but Izumi kept quiet. It wasn’t that he hated Hori or anything, but for some reason, she seemed too sweet. Maybe it was all his imagination. So with a nod, they all took their seats.

A waiter had taken their order for the evening and the three still sat, with almost no conversation. The awkward silence was broken by Y/n who cleared her throat and started. “Miyamura, let's get to the point, I don’t want to beat around the bush. Hori has something to tell you.”

Izumi quirked an eyebrow at Hori in anticipation. Hori seemed to blush at the revelation, sitting more potently in the wooden chair more poisely. “Uh…Miyamura-kun, I think I like you. I was so scared to tell you this more privately that’s why I asked Y/n to help, as you two are close. Maybe we can be…?” Hori didn’t continue further hoping Izumi would catch on.

What was to her horror when Izumi with an irritated look on his face got up from his seat. “Sorry. I don’t think we can be a thing. I already have someone.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he stormed out the café door.

Y/n too left her seat and bowed apologetically to Hori. “I’m so sorry, Hori! I didn’t know he had a lover.” In a hurry, she ran after Izumi who was about to cross the road.

“Izumi! What are you doing?” She screamed at her best friend making him stop in his tracks and turn around.

“What am I doing, Y/n? That was such a pathetic plan of setting me up!” Izumi was angry too. Y/n walked up to him, slapping him right across his face.

“Pathetic, huh, Izumi? I was trying to set you up for life, man! If you hadn’t acted like such an idiot, you would have had the college princess all to yourself. She’s so in love with you Izumi. You could’ve called her your person—” Izumi cut her off, pulling her by the waist and kissing her silent.

Y/n was too shocked to respond and instead, melted right in his hold. Pulling away, Izumi held her face, his eyes glossed over. “Y/n are you too dumb to tell who is in love with whom? Can you not tell I’m dying for your love? Why should I call her my person, when I have you right here?” the tears now falling freely without restrain.

The girl in his hold mirrored his action, her tears falling into his palm. “Why, Izumi, why? I'm not deserving of your love! I had hoped that if I buried my feelings, maybe it would be easier for the two of us, and you just had to go on saying something stupid like ‘I love you’?”

Izumi kissed the top of her head, pulling her into his chest, “No, Y/n it's not stupid. It is true. I’m in love with you. So much so that I can’t even look at anyone else to think of as my beloved. You’re the only one in this world for me. Both as my best friend and my soulmate…”

Izumi held her face and kissed her gently this time, savoring the moment. “Let us try, okay, Y/n?” he spoke gently caressing her face. “Maybe we can be together. We won't know if we don’t try. And the worst that can happen is we won't work out, which I highly doubt, we could still be friends yeah?” He leaned down whispering in her ear, “You can slap me as many times as you want if we do work out.”

Y/n smiled, punching his chest playfully. This was not how she had hoped the day would end but she was still grateful that this was indeed the way the day ended. They could talk with Hori later. The world was now in her hand and she didn’t intend to lose her hold on it.

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babbymochiiii · 4 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 1

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

✨note: here you will find writing for the 10 eldest members! In part two 👇🏼 you’ll find the 10 youngest members!

⭐️ note 2: please let it be known that this is only part 1 for part 2 the link is here

✨ main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🌕 MOON TAEIL: 1 WORK IN THE MAKING!

🐱 JOHNNY SUH:

Confession Letter: Johnny Suh

↪︎.3k words

↪︎ college student Johnny, reader insert, mention of stalking

↪︎ Synopsis: you give him a confession letter and he ends up being a stalker…

When He Replaces You: Johnny Suh

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ non idol Johnny, reader insert, angst

↪︎ Synopsis: where Johnny kept going to the cafe you worked at after everything ended

💋Angel: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 703 words

↪︎ angel! Johnny x ngs! reader, suggestive context about the one-night stand and the memories from that night they had together

↪︎synopsis: you had a one-night stand with angel! Johnny, to which you try to leave without him noticing, but he ends up cornering you ;)

🔞Birthday Surpirse: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 1.7k words

↪︎ idol! Johnny x afab! reader, smut, fluff, romance, established relationship, Johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom Johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

🌹 LEE TAEYONG:

Saved: Lee Taeyong

↪︎ .6k words

↪︎ taeyong, reader insert, publicly being embarrassed, romance, fluff-ish

↪︎ Synopsis: where he saves you from embarrassment

🐙 NAKAMOTO YUTA:

Music Taste: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ .6k words

↪︎ non specific pairing, comedy, idol group NCT 127, second hand embarrassment,

↪︎ Synopsis: he likes the taste of your music

🔞Caught: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ 1k words

↪︎ NCT college au, heavy make outs, hickies, dry hunping, almost oral (f receiving), getting caught, smut

↪︎ Synopsis: you were heading to bed when you head a thump upstairs.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

↪︎ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

↪︎ Synopsis: they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎ 506 words

↪︎ idol yuta, reader insert, comedy, suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: where you tell yuta about the speculations NCTzens have been making about a supposed tongue piercing, to which he admits.

💋 YUTA AS A ROCKSTAR:

↪︎ rockstar! yuta x afab! reader

🐻 QIAN KUN:

Excuse Me?: Qian Kun

↪︎ .7k words

↪︎ idol kun, reader insert, comedy, sexual tension

↪︎ Synopsis: you were caught saying something the moment he walked into the room.

🐰 KIM DOYOUNG:

🔞 I Just Wanna Be Yours: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 5k words

↪︎ idol doyoung, reader insert, smut, angst, best friends to lovers, believing feelings are one sided, slight mention of an abusive adult, drinking and getting “drunk,” mention of sleeping with idols, make out, hickies, biting, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex without condom (y’all wrap that shit up we don’t want anything), call count of 3 times for daddy, after care.

↪︎ Synopsis: Upon getting drunk with one another, true feelings come spilling out.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

↪︎ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

↪︎ they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

🔞Tag Team: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ idol doyoung, reader insert, reader’s best friend, smut, oral (m), a pretty heavy make out between reader and best friend (only once-), giving that sloppy toppy, DOYOUNG wanting to take control but couldn’t because the reader is >///< being dominant for the situation, slight possessiveness, just filth LMAO

↪︎ Synopsis: everyone’s been sharing the same sexual fantasy

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

↪︎ non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

↪︎synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

🧸 Calm: KIM DOYOUNG

↪︎synopsis: you had a really exhausting day at work and your boyfriend Doyoung knew exactly what you needed to help you feel better.

↪︎warnings: mental exhaustion, mention of people complaining and yelling, crying

↪︎word count: 717 words

🐱 TEN LEE:

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt.1

↪︎ 1.9k words

↪︎ idol! ten lee x ngs! reader ft. xiaojun, angst, crying, conflicted feelings, minor yelling, confronting on ten’s bs, break up, more crying, just angst and more angst

↪︎synopsis: you’ve noticed ten has been weird ever since his recent comeback, and with one text message it confirmed everything. But you weren’t going to let him do that to you through the phone so you confront him in person.

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt. 2

↪︎ 1.7k

↪︎idol! ten lee x ngs! reader, angst, missing one another, more crying, confrontation, minor yelling, even ore crying…it’s a lot of painful memories for the two folks, some sort of hopeful outcome for the two..?

↪︎synopsis: ten goes to your apartment to speak to you in person about everything that is going on between the two of you…will things clear up between you both?

🍑 JUNG JAEHYUN:

🔞Sir: Jung Jaehyun

↪︎ 1.1k words

↪︎ Jaehyun, reader insert (non gender), smut, dom!Jaehyun, being tied up, edging?, 2 call count of Sir, someone walking in, choking, palming, fingering/stroking, etc.

↪︎ Synopsis: you and Jaehyun have a secret fling, to which some of the members of 127 are getting suspicious.

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

💋Valentines With Jaehyun

↪︎ established relationship! Jaehyun x reader; a little something something or v-day and for jaehyun’s birthday! 💌

🐥 DONG SICHENG:

[ 01:19 pm]

🐶 KIM JUNGWOO:

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

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crdteezv · 4 months

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Frat House - Prologue

RULES (important): This will be a choose-your-own ending type of fic! At the end of the prologue, I will have links at the end for each member so you can choose the one you want to spend the night with!

Paring: frat boys! ot6 wayv x afab! reader

Genre: College!au, frat! Suggestive

Synopsis: College au where your best friend Ten invites you over after you tell him you were stressing from all your upcoming exams. You play different kinds of drinking games with all of his friends. Towards the end, you played an interesting game of spin the bottle...

Warnings: Alcohol use, kissing & a little bit of exhibitionism. Since this is the prologue nothing much happens until you choose who you want to be with at the end.

Word Count: 2.6k

**AUTHOR NOTES**: I'm still writing for some people as I go, so the others will be updated in due time! I hope you all will enjoy this series and will come back once I post the other members.

It was a late Friday night.

You were exhausted from all the studying you had to do for your upcoming exams. Finals are coming up and it's starting to become overwhelming. You decided to take a little break and call your best friend Ten.

You guys have known each other since freshman year - orientation to be exact. You both hit it off pretty well from the jump. You’ve realized you had a lot of things in common and would hang out a lot.

It's always been purely platonic between the two of you. However, he has flirted with you from time to time. Most of the time he was joking and you never took him seriously. He was just a flirt by nature and you got used to it.

“Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you all day!” Ten asked you on the phone.

“Yeah, I know, sorry about that, I've been studying like crazy. I wanted to take a break and talk to you for a bit.”

“Ah I see, I understand since exams are coming up. But to be honest, I barely studied for any of my exams. I think I will be fine since I’m an art major. Most of my finals aren’t going to be that hard for me.”

“Lucky. I’ve been studying for hours now. I wish I could take an actual break and unwind for a bit.”

“You know what? Why don’t you come over to my place tonight?”

You were thinking that it would be a pretty good idea to go. It’s the weekend and a Friday night at that – meaning you have no class tomorrow.

“Sure why not! But won’t all the other guys be there?”

“Nah most of them went out partying tonight. It's just Kun, Winwin, Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang, and I here. You don’t have to worry about all the other members trying to get in your pants.”

You sighed in relief.

Everyone that is in the frat house, tried to get with you at least once. Anytime you would come over, you were like eye candy to them. That’s why you usually just chill in Ten’s room and play games with him.

“Alright, what did you have planned?”

“We were planning on having a little game night, drink a little, truth or dare, etc.”

This all sounds pretty exciting so far. You were ready to be anywhere but your room tonight.

“Ok, I’ll head over now.”

You both said your goodbyes and you started to get ready to leave. You decided to wear a loose crop top with some shorts and sneakers. You headed out of your dorm and walked over to the frat house that Ten is a part of. It’s not too far from your dorm. You were thinking about how Ten recently joined the fraternity.

He joined last semester and has gained a lot of new friends since. He introduced you to all 19 of them. It’s crazy how they all manage to live together. You don’t even know how they survive. You swear all they ever do is party and it's always too chaotic for your liking. However, some of them were actually kind of cool and you became good friends with them.

You arrived at the house and rang the doorbell. To your surprise, Hendery answered it.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Whatever, I’m coming in”. You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of the way to let yourself in.

You and him never got along, and would always bicker. He always claims that he is better than you at everything – but that is not even the case most of the time. Most of the time you come out victorious and he acts like he doesn't care.

You enter the living room where the remaining 5 are sitting and setting up all the games. You were first greeted by Ten with a smile and hug.

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it! We’re just about to get started, do you want anything to drink?”

“Oh nah I’m good! I don’t plan on drinking tonight. I won’t be staying long.”

“You’re so boring - you know that right? Why’re you even here if you not going to drink at least once?” Hendery said in a snarky tone.

“Shut up alright? I should’ve stayed home if I knew you were going to be this annoying.”

He rolled his eyes and didn’t grace you with a response, and he sat right next to Yangyang.

“Hey, if she doesn’t want to drink that's fine. She only came here to take a break from studying and to unwind. It’s not like we’re not forcing her.”

Hendery nodded and you had this smug look on your face. Tonight you were going to pay him no mind and focus on having fun tonight.

You sat between Ten and Xiaojun. You have always been comfortable with Xiaojun. You guys actually used to be friends in high school. You both used to be close back then, but not so much anymore. After entering college, you didn’t see him as often as you used to. Ever since Ten joined the frat, you've been seeing Xiaojun more and you guys have gotten close again, fortunately.

As for Yangyang, Winwin, and Kun, you only just met them not too long ago, so you guys don’t talk as much. You're cool with them but you never hung out with them or anything.

As the night went on, you played games like Uno, Just Dance, etc. It was getting to the point, however, where things started to get a little boring. So, they decided to start playing some drinking games. You eventually caved and began drinking with them as well. You started to become more and more intoxicated as the night went on.

In the last game, you guys played Spin the Bottle with a little twist to it. Whoever the bottle lands on has to do a truth or dare made by the other person, and if they refuse they have to take a shot. If the bottle lands on the person who spun it first, everyone else in the group can collectively come up with a truth or dare for them to do.

You were too out of it to refuse to participate even if you wanted to. Everyone sat in a circle around the coffee table, and you were in between Kun & Ten.

You’ve never sat this close to Kun before, and you sensed this distinct aura from him. It felt intimidating and domineering in a way. You guys made eye contact for a split second then you looked away.

However, you still felt his eyes on you.

You start to squirm around and begin to feel nervous. You always felt a bit intimidated by Kun. However, you were also very intrigued and wanted to know more about him. Hopefully this game of truth or dare can help with that.

Across from you is Yangyang & Winwin. You thought they were both relatively attractive. You're closer to Yangyang since you both have the same math class. You talked to him a couple of times outside of class too but every once in a while. You would honestly give him a chance if he offered.

Winwin, however, you’ve talked to him once or twice when you came over to the house. He just stays in his room and usually keeps to himself. You find Winwin to be quite mysterious.

Hendery grabbed an empty bottle lying around and decided to be the first one to spin it.

It landed on Ten.

“You know what? Fuck it, hit me with a dare.”

Hendery had this smirk on his face like you know he was about to say something stupid.

“I dare you to kiss the person sitting on your left.”

It was you.

God, Hendery was so chidish, asking him to do something like that. It feels like you were in high school all over again.

Ten gave you a look of hesitation, seemingly trying to prevent any rising awkwardness

“Hey, look, you don’t have to do it alright. You know Hendery just wants to make things awkward-” You started.

While you were mid-sentence, Ten pulled the side of your face towards him and gave you a light kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he was sporting a mischievous look on his face. It seemed he had been wanting to do that for a while now.

You didn’t want the kiss to be over, so you went back to kissing him in front of everyone.

All eyes were on both of you at this point.

The tension in the air was thick, which started to make you feel anxious but excited. Your heart started racing like crazy and you began to feel hot all over. Having all of them watch you make out with Ten was starting to turn you on.

You hear Winwin and Yangyang whispering about something – but you can’t make out what they are saying. Xiaojun however felt so flustered that he was looking away the whole time, waiting for this all to end. Kun was previously on his phone but now is looking up at your making-out forms.

On top of this, the outfit you were wearing wasn’t making this any better. Your thighs were being exposed from your shorts. Kun couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. You felt him staring at them earlier, but thought you were just being paranoid.

Your crop top was starting to ride up a bit after put your arm over Ten’s shoulders. Your bra was about to get exposed, and you felt Hendery searing a hole into your head.

To be honest, you wanted to get under Hendery's skin because you knew how much he hated seeing you enjoy yourself. For a split second, you open your eyes and make eye contact with Hendery, all the while making out with Ten.

The look on his face was absolutely priceless.

You grinned into Ten’s mouth and slipped your tongue in. He accepted your advances and things started to become even more intense between the two of you.

Hendery couldn’t bear to watch this anymore. He started abruptly, “Alright, goddamn. That’s enough. You guys should go get a room if you want to make out with each other so fucking bad.”

You can sense the hint of jealousy in his words when he said that. You found yourself liking this side of him.

“But weren’t you the one who dared me to do it in the first place?” Ten rebutted.

The room went silent when he said that. Everyone was taken aback for a bit.

“I don’t see why you’re so mad about it. It seemed like she enjoyed it so much she came back for seconds. Isn’t that right darling?”

He was staring back at you with an alluring look on his face.

Something about the way his aura changed after saying that was kind of hot to you. You don’t know why you started to burn up even more. The making out from earlier was still on your mind. Sure he would always flirt with you in the past… but this time something felt different.

You nodded and didn’t say anything because you were starting to feel a little flustered.

Then, the realization started to hit you like a truck.

You just made out with your best friend in front of all of his close friends.

Ten boldly saying what he said in front of everyone really did something to you. You were wondering if anyone else felt jealous of him and wished they were in his place instead. The thought of that alone was driving you crazy.

However, Hendery felt almost embarrassed after putting himself on the spot. Winwin and Yangyang were trying to hold back their laughter.

Yangyang decided to be the next one to spin the bottle to clear the tension in the air.

It landed on Kun.

“I’ll do a truth.”

“Playing it safe I see? Ok, is it true that out of all of us, you’ve slept with the most people?”

He scoffed and had a cocky look on his face. “What makes you want to know huh?”

“I'm just curious is all, since you have the most experience here out of all of us.”

This did intrigue you. It would make since he is the oldest here - and a senior at that. Ten and Winwin were also seniors. Everyone else was juniors including you. You were curious to hear his response.

“Yeah, I for sure have fucked around more than all of you guys combined. I used to get around but not really anymore. I’m focusing more on my studies since I’m graduating soon.”

Everyone had a shocked look on their face - including you. Who would have known that Kun was the biggest player of the group.

It made you wonder what he would be like in the bedroom.

“Wait, really? Damn Kun! I didn’t know you used to be like that… wow. Who wants to spin next?” Yangyang said.

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It was starting to get late, having been 2 am at this point.

You started to feel a little bit sober after not drinking for a while. You all got so immersed in the game, you forgot all about drinking. Mostly everyone would follow through with their truth or dare.

After this rotation, it was your turn to spin the bottle. You were the last person for the night because everyone (including you) was starting to get tired.

You spin the bottle and it lands back on you. This means that the guys can collectively choose what they want from you.

You decided to do a dare, because what did you have to lose?

They were huddled in a circle for what seemed like forever. You started to become a little anxious about what they had planned for you. Eventually, they stopped plotting and Hendery had a smug look on his face. It’s almost as if he knows you’re going to be fucked.

You began to feel nervous, but somewhat excited at the same time.

Hendery said, “OK, we dare you to spend the night with one of us in our rooms.”

No, you couldn’t simply go through with this. This is absolutely crazy. You’re not even that close with most of them.

“Come on love. It is pretty late anyways… I don’t think it’s safe for you to walk home this late at night.” Ten said in a teasing manner.

He did have a point.

It would be kind of crazy to walk alone at this time – especially when you still feel a bit inebriated.

“Fine, but I get to choose who I stay with right?”

There goes Hendery with that cocky grin on his face. He was really starting to get on your nerves.

“Not quite. We’re going to spin the bottle again and whoever it lands on you room with for the night.”

You hated how much Hendery was enjoying this. He knows that if it lands on him, it's about to be absolute hell for you. He will for sure get on your nerves the whole night and piss you off.

Or even worse try and get in your pants. However, that thought had crossed your mind before you guys even became rivals. You can admit that he’s really attractive. It's just his personality that pisses you off.

You were feeling pretty bold tonight, so you agreed to the terms of the dare.

He spun the bottle, your heart racing with anticipation in the meantime.

You waited in a mix of fear and anticipation for who it would land on….

Will the bottle land on [KUN] [TEN] [WINWIN] [XIAOJUN] [HENDERY] [YANGYANG]?

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