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the suns rays disperse through the gaps of leafs of the oak you’re both sat under. you turn to your left to face the man that you’ve loved for going on 4 years now and he’s grown so much. hair that used to be frayed and crazed is now long and relaxed — he doesn’t look as lost as he used to. he’s not as shy or timid as he used to be — in the past always in flight — he takes the time to stay and grow with you to maintain stability in a sense.

“hey? what are you thinking about?” he asks, looking concerned — eyebrows dipped and eyes filled with worry, ready to make things better — to bring you comfort. his right hand raises to brush his thumb along the apple of your cheek. the cold metal of the ring that used to mark him as a curse still ever present but holding a much different meaning.

“nothing yuu, you just look so pretty” you mumble and that makes his cheeks tinge pink. he leans over to press a kiss to your lips that are always so sweet. his left hand presses against your lower back — right cupping your face and pulling you closer.

and although he’s changed from who he used to be he still remains the same man you’ve always loved, your yuu. butterflies still erupt at the sound of your voice or the way that you call his name, but especially at the way your lips warm his unable to hide his giddiness from you sometimes even flushing and sparinging you a lovesick grin.

“i love you,” he whispers enough for you only you to hear — not the random strangers walking on the sidewalk or even the birds that sing in the tree above you — only you “i love you forever and always”.

he places kisses on your bare shoulders — tuffs of your curls tickling his nose ears and his ears red from doing and saying such intimate things in an area as public as this but he means every last thing.

he means it in the way that he delicately presses kisses to your knuckles. picking out stray leaves that fall in your hair, replacing them with flowers. savouring every moment he has with you like it’s his last because some day it will be, but until then he’ll cherish you with everything he has until his last moment.

Yuuta prayer circle everyone keep him in your thoughts I need him to live or else

『 A not-so-simple life 』

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩◊⋆゜【❀】

「 ❏ Statement of Sumeragi Yuuta, regarding his life before coming to Twisted Wonderland 」

❏　〈 Statement recorded by Sumeragi Yuuta, prefect of Ramshackle 〉

❐　〈 Statement has been stored within the Night Raven College archives 〉

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『 Statement begins. 』

I really don't understand why I have to talk about it. If you ask me, Crowley shouldn't know anything about my life before coming here at all.

Unfortunately, let's just say he was rather…. Persistent, in wanting my statement. The statement of my life, that is.

I guess I should call it my ‘old life’.

…. I'll just get straight to the point. I wouldn't want to bore anyone who's listening to this statement, after all.

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩◊⋆゜【❀】

For seven years of my life, I was living out on the streets. Homeless, malnourished, and really unclean.

Sure, I lived in a homeless shelter for a while, but things got complicated. And difficult. And I left once I turned four.

…. I'd rather not specify why.

I never knew my biological mother, or my father. No idea what happened to them, but… I'm scared to find out.

I'm not sure why.

But either way, I don't wanna make it too much of a hassle to explain. I was living out on the streets for the first seven years of my life.

I often had to rummage through the trash of fast food joints for food, and all the water I drank usually came from the lake in one of the local parks.

It wasn't an easy life. I honestly pity little me for having to go through all that for so long.

Eh. But what can you do, right? The past is the past, so…. Might as well make the future a little brighter.

And that's what I thought they'd give me. The Kenshō family. Old money.

Really traditional, and really rich.

They named me ‘Yuuta’. Or rather, I told them my first name was ‘Yuu’, and they simply added to it.

Not that my name would've changed the way they raised me.

I don't even know why they adopted me in the first place. If they were gonna adopt a child, they should've at least given that child some good old-fashioned acknowledgment!

Hah, then again, knowing them? They were way too focused on making a profit than taking care of the child they decided to adopt off the streets! Assholes, is what they are!

…. Forget them. Forget that life. Fuck them, and fuck their money.

I… If I'm gonna make a statement about my life, I might as well talk about something — someone — I actually care about.

I met a girl when I was in the fourth, maybe fifth, grade. We knew each other up until our second year of middle school. And after that? I never saw her again.

There was nothing between us. If anything, I like to think she saw me as a brother, rather than anything outside of that. I certainly saw her as a little sister.

It makes me feel even shittier, going back and remembering the way I treated her once we got into the sixth grade.

I don't even know what came over me. I just…. I just decided to treat my only friend like shit, just for the acknowledgment of people who never gave that much of a fuck about me.

And it sucks. It sucks to know that I tormented her up until the second year of middle school, and before I could even begin to apologize — she left.

Maybe it's for the better. Maybe she's happier now, now that she's far from me.

….. I miss her. And, I wish I got the chance to apologize to her.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚SUB!YUUTA X READER CH.2 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 18+MDNI 

cw: friends with benefits, cloth kink, handjob, teasing, sub!yuuta, everyone is 18+, overstimulation, begging, penetration denial, grinding, first kiss, gender neutral reader, reader has a vagina

Crossposted to ao3! A lovely commissioner asked for a continuation of the first sub!Yuuta x Reader scenario. Thank you so so much for supporting me. If anyone wishes to have a custom x Reader commission, feel free to message me! This is only the first part since tumblr's character limit likes to nerf my blabbing, but Click here for the full fic if you want to read more! Enjoy :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Night after night, your feet always end up leading to his door. It’s become your own little ritual: waiting until everyone’s long turned in before you exit your room, quietly following an imaginary pattern through the floor tiles you’d draw in your head as your feet are led by something akin to a magnetic force, every movement now long memorized until you reach your destination. After that, every single time would be like clockwork, and his warm smile melts through the evening cold, uttering the same words as always: “You’re here.” It never gets old. 

You would think things would never be the same after the first time. Once the two of you had made that dent in your relationship, all the “what ifs” floating about felt harrowing: The two of you could never speak of it again and take it for what it was: an accident that got out of hand, and moved on as if nothing happened. You could’ve gone even further and established your relationship (had he asked to, you might just have gone along with this option, too), forever changing the dynamic between the two of you and your teammates and adding weight to the already heavy burden that comes with being a sorcerer. In the end, one of those outcomes was partly true; You hadn’t really spoken about it or anything, but it was far from a gesture of denial. It all just had a way of falling into place between the two of you without all the fuss, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the lack of drama. Despite it all, intimacy wasn’t a nightly occurrence. The desire is there, obviously— but there would be times where it felt like you had built your own little world, legs tangled together as you talked and talked throughout the night until you both passed out in each other’s embrace. Other times, there just wouldn’t be the chance to do much thanks to the duties that awaited you the following day, and all you’d be left with was a lingering sadness as you traced your way back to bed, feeling the scent of his clothes on yours. All in all, it was good… it would be perfect, even, if it weren’t for a couple of issues: 1) You haven’t gone all the way 2) You haven’t , for some reason, kissed. And for someone who spewed all that big talk about how bad he wants it in the heat of the moment, both of these problems were Yuuta’s fault exclusively. It wasn’t a big deal at first— Yuuta had grown far more confident in the time you two grew close, but his shy nature was a tough one to beat. It is one of the many reasons you find him so adorable, and it makes pushing him around in bed all that more fun. But each time you find yourself being cut short from the cusp of your desires, you find your growing frustration harder and harder to swallow. And now, in this very moment, standing by the doorframe he so casually rests a hand on, greeting you the same way he did the day before, the day before that, and all the other previous days, the metaphorical lid you’ve put on said frustrations is about to burst.

Normally you’d just let yourself in and respond “I’m here.” Today, you stand there, feet planted on the ground and look him straight in the eye, asking, “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” Had you given Yuuta a mouthful of molten lava, his face might’ve been less red than it had turned just then. “Huh?”

“Why. Haven’t. We. Kissed yet?” The hint of frustration in your tone makes him tense up further, and his shoulders shrug more and more by reflex with each pointed pause, as he tries to gauge how angry you are about the issue “Wow. Um.” He blinks, a shaky smile slowly growing across his crimson red features while he makes way for you to step in. “Can we talk about this inside?” “You know,” You start, accepting his invite —but not without shouldering past him to prove a point—“There’s steps to this stuff but it feels like you’re sooo content with skipping all of them, and with me just touching your dick and getting you off, it’s almost like you’re not begging to go all the way every time, then shrinking back, then begging again without so much as a kiss to spare. So, what’s the deal? Are you just doing it to humor me?” It takes a few seconds of buffering for him to take all the information you throw at him, but soon enough his brain catches up, and his mouth hangs open all but for a fraction of a second before he purses his lips in a tight line and sits on the edge of his bed, patting next to him to welcome you to do the same. Skeptical as you are about his intentions, you can’t manage to say no to his pleading eyes and sit next to him with crossed arms, waiting for him to plea his case. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He finally answers, scratching the bridge of his nose with a finger. “Believe me, I want to do all that, but it’s not like I have the experience for it. I want to make you feel good, I just kind of don’t know where to start because I’ve never… kissed. Or done any of it before we started, really.” Oh. “So you’re saying we’ve been doing all that, but you’ve never…” He nods, now bringing his hand to the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh.” Well, now you can’t help but feel bad for him. The air following his confession is so thick it could be cut with a knife. The both of you avoid eye contact for what seems like ages- fidgeting with the wood frame of the bed, picking at a bit of dust stuck in the sheets, listening to the faint sound of a cricket somewhere outdoors. It feels nearly impossible to recover from such an awkward turn of events— despite that, Yuuta seems to surprise you, though, starting to lean close so he could meet eye to eye with you, speaking as if he were sharing a secret between the two of you. “Would you like to try?” His earnest demeanor never fails to get to you. You suddenly feel a knot in your throat, a stirring in your chest you can’t seem to describe when the mere idea of taking Yuta Okkotsu’s first kiss begins to materialize in your head. You stare into his eyes, dark and earnest as always, but you can’t seem to find yourself capable of holding contact for too long. Instead you  try to find anything else to divert your attention towards: the strand of hair that hangs slightly over his eyes, the bridge of his nose sloping down to his perfect cupid’s bow, his lips, barely parted as they wait for your answer. God, will he ever stop being cute?

You shift in bed, bringing yourself to your knees in front of him. There was always something about having the upper edge when being able to tower over Yuuta when you normally wouldn’t be able to that gave you a rush— the look of surprise in his face whenever you catch him off guard was a treasure to behold, a thing so precious that you cannot resist to cradle in your hands, your palms curving along his cheeks ever so gently as you lift his face up, your mouths nearly inches away from each other. “I’ll teach you, Yuuta.” The gasp Yuuta emits is barely audible, but you can tell he’s trying his very best to keep his cool. His fingers shake, lifting from the sheets to your sides, ghosting above them before holding on with as much care as you do him, and he gulps air before he nods expectantly. Had it been this simple from the beginning, it might not have been this much fun. You take in his expression for a few seconds, your thumb rubbing over his lower lip in a single, slow swipe. You study it’s softness, the way it gives against your touch and how easily you can tuck that finger into it, pulling it down gently and watching the rest of Yuuta’s mouth open so obediently that you could devour him in kisses until your mouths give out. You want to kiss him, you want it so bad, and by the way he lets you handle him you can tell he’s wanted it too. It’s a relief for you, knowing your desire isn’t one-sided, and you’re just about to cave… …until your thumbs dips into his mouth instead, pressing against his tongue. “Suck on this first.” Where someone else might have protested and demanded their kiss already, Yuuta, ever so eager to please you, only averts his gaze downwards, closing his mouth around the digit and rolls his tongue around it, letting a long breath out his nose. The warm, wet feeling sends a lovely shiver down your spine as you echo his breath with a sigh, keeping his cheek cradled with your free hand as your finger pushes in, then out slowly. You marvel at the sight, but only briefly before you slide it back in with ease, shuffling above him to straddle his lap, making yourself comfortable on his legs. “Good. Just like that…show me how bad you want to kiss me. Can you do that for me?” Yuuta obliges, opening his mouth to allow you to pull your thumb out, making room for your index and middle finger. He closes it again with a soft moan, leaning in to take their full length before pulling his head back, then forth once more as you can feel his tongue dart between them, coating them in his spit. He nearly leaves you speechless with his eager sucks, the smack of his lips ringing in your ears as he kisses and dribbles around the tips of your fingers nearly making your head spin with arousal. I want to kiss him, you think. And you do want to, you’d do anything to make your tongue take the place of your fingers right now and feel his lips against yours, your tongues pushing together, your arms wrapping around each other desperately as you finally get a taste of each other. And yet, what’s a bit more waiting?

For Yuuta, probably torture. The realization nearly makes you giggle but you decide to hold back, opting to push him further. Your hips dip down, and you can feel him already hard against you, not to anyone’s surprise. By now you had both long accepted that Yuuta was pretty easy to rile up, and you had no complaints about it— if anything, you really got a kick out of driving him crazy, and tonight wasn’t going to be any different if you had a say in it. Pulling your fingers out, you ask him: “Hard already?” “Sorry…” “Wanna put it in?” “W-whah—Huh!? Okay…” “Nope~” And there it is, that adorable little whine he makes when you dangle something in front of him and take it away. The urge to laugh nearly gets to you again but you stay strong, anchoring yourself with the feeling of his pants pressing against yours. You tell yourself the long game will be worth it once you see his eyes gloss over, threatening tears. He will be worth it. “Take it out, though, I have something fun in mind.” -- Full fic here

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐣𝐣𝐤 ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ chapter thirty one

chapter thirty

NAOYA WAS YELLING AT

yuta for something that you didn't care to listen to. your mind was focused on seeing megumi today, if he happened to come to rehearsals. it will be the first time you'd see him after your fight in his room, after 2 full weeks where he's been ignoring your existence completely.

the ache in your chest was unbearable, it wasn't just the heartbreak that hurt but the feeling of losing someone so important in your life. you blamed yourself every night, every moment you caught yourself zoning out. even yuuji seemed to be avoiding you everytime you two crossed paths. it was understandable though.

the door to the room opened and a sluggish megumi made his presence known. you stared at him, at the noticeable dark color under his eyes, his messy and tangled hair that was way longer than he was used to, at his crumpled clothes. everything about him screamed that he was going through tough times.

toji was the first to approach him, leaving his seat on the red couch. "megumi, how have you been?" toji's tone was cautious as if he was talking to an enraged beast. megumi just side eyed his father and kept walking. you thought he was coming for you, maybe he finally put aside his childish tantrum and decided to listen to you. but like he did with his dad, he passed right past you with little to none eye contact.

he only talked when he reached his uncle's side, with a voice so broken and low you might think he hasn't talked in years: "i'm leaving the band. don't ask why, don't call me to come back, anything. forget i even exist" the room fell silent at his words, the atmosphere turning into something grim. naoya only nodded back, speechless. nobody said anything, not even nanami who watched from the doorframe, not even yuta who was looking confused at his ex band mate. everyone seemed to know the reason and nobody wanted to put it into words.

megumi moved again to get out of the room, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. this was your only opportunity to talk to him, you couldn't lose it again. " 'gumi please" you pleaded. megumi just turned his head a little, enough to watch your saddened face. he swore he wouldn't feel anything if he saw you here, he swore to strengthen his heart, to delete any feelings for you that remained. but after not seeing you for so long, he felt that spark again, the rapid beating of his heart against his chest.

then, those words you said, the truth about you and what you did, it all came back making that little hope die. "you lost the privilege to call me that a long time ago" and with a snatch of his arm, he left the room. you were left there, in the middle of it being the centre of attention. gojo stood up and approached you, "y/n i know it's sad but-" your harsh tone broke his sweet one. "don't even get near me again. none of you" and with that you also left the room.

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days passed by in the blink of an eye, then weeks and months until the last day of school. it was maki's graduation and she wanted you to go with her as her plus one. maki was the only one that stood with you through it all, even though she scolded you for what you did and how you approached things. she also updated you with megumi's well being; he seemed to be doing well in class and started going out more with yuuta and yuuji. she didn't talk about any love interests and you thanked her for that, it did hurt still.

and about maki's love life, she was fully in love with that girl nobara but your stupid friend hadn't confessed just yet. you tried to push her into doing it since it was cristal clear that nobara also had feelings for her, but she still refused and doubted it.

it was maki's turn to go on the little stage to pick up her diploma when a girlish voice screamed from the last row of the seats, a few rows behind you: "maki zen'in i have feelings for you! would you be my freaking girlfriend?!" when you turned your head it was nobara who was yelling. thank god, you thought. maki on the other hand, blushed hysterically trying to compose herself in front of every student that looked between the two of them. picking the microphone that nanami held in his hand she answered back: "of course i will dickhead"

everyone clapped and whistled, even the first row where all the teachers sat down. when you looked back to the front, you met megumi's stare causing the air to stop flowing to your lungs. after all this time you haven't crossed paths with him and now looking at his blue eyes directly was shocking for you. he looked even more breathtaking than he did before, he looked more mature and taken care of. suddenly, he turned back and a notification popped on your phone.

megumi

"can we talk?"

with no hesitation you answered, trying so hard to not sound needy.

you

"of course"

megumi

"back door of the gym, after the celebration"

you weren't preoccupied of maki then, since she had escaped with nobara as soon as she got her diploma. but now you were a little anxious about what megumi had to say, will he scream at you? will he try and amend things? he didn't give away anything when you two made eye contact so, what did he want exactly?

2 YEARS LATER

"i'm telling you y/n, he was definitely staring at your tits the whole time" said megumi while stopping the engine. "and i'm telling you that he was looking at my face. he was just shorter than you. it looked different from my point of view" you answered back, closing the passenger door. "i'm going to have to agree with megumi though, he was definitively salivating." megumi and yuuji laughed while you just shook your head.

this was something that happened often: when a random man talked to you they would twist the interaction in some kind of way just to annoy you, even though the old man was just trying to ask you for a direction.

you stayed behind the duo, reminiscing the good times that you three shared together. after that period during your third year of college you promised not to do anything that could break this friendship again. megumi had talked to you indeed on maki's graduation night. he was sincere and straightforward, he was hurt for what you did but he also agreed that you two were important in each others lives, so you would start again. it would be hard he said, since you broke his trust for you completely.

it has been tough, all this time you tried really hard to come back to this, to the get togethers and sleepovers, to the laughs until you couldn't breathe anymore, to hugging each other, to your best friends. the wound was still open but with each passing day it seemed to close a little more, healing little by little. there would be days, like today, when you three would spend the night at megumi's and toji would disappear completely. you haven't heard of him or the others since you graduated and megumi didn't talk about his father either.

"y/n can you please take the groceries to the kitchen while yuuji helps me with something upstairs?" you nodded your head before entering the fushiguro's household. the bags were heavy but you managed to get them out of the car to the front door. only when you entered the house you acknowledged the figures sitting on the living room who grumbled and snickered at the monopoly game in the middle of the table, making your knees to buckle a little. megumi didn't warn you about them being in here, just the thought of his father alone scared you.

let's say you didn't end the game like you were supposed to. now it was the first time in years that all the players were on the same place at the same time. their wide eyes replaced by some teasing smirks, looking between each other as if the could communicate with their minds. your legs wouldn't move even if your brain was telling you to run far away, to get out that house and never come back. toji was the first and only one that talked while the rest looked at you with dark eyes:

"hello princess. wanna play a game?"

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲

jjk characters: Geto Suguru, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, Yuuta Okkotsu

Megumi Fushiguro ꒦꒷

Y/N, I can’t begin to tell you how important you are to me. It’s more than late night ft calls and laughing at dumb memes. You’re more than a friend to me. I hope you figure that out - 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴

Maki Zenin ・୨୧・

Hey, I love you so much yet I can’t tell you - 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴

Yuji Itadori ʚ♡ɞ

you are stinky and poopy poop stink poop poopy smelly stinky poopy and I LIKE YOU SO SO SO MUCH - 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴

Geto Suguru :♡:

you seem so tired. let me help you rest. I'll love you forever, love - 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴

Yuta Okkotsu 𖤐⤸₊

wish you could understand how perfect you are, hurts me that you`ll never see your own beauty - 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴

PUSSYFAIRY  ʚ jjk boys + smut drabbles  ɞ ଘ feat ʚ OKKOTSU YUUTA , ITADORI YUUJI ,  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ɞ ଘ from 呪術廻戦 / jujutsu kaisen ଘ beware ʚ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! ɞ ꒰ pussy whipped!jjk boys x female reader, explicit smut, aged up characters, not proofread (expect errors), cussing, explicit descriptions of sex, overstimulation, yuuta drabble— no warnings other than oral sex (m!receiving, f!mentioned), slight sub!yuuta, teasing, cum eating, yuuji drabble— pillow princess!reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl (riding),  megumi drabble— public outdoor sex, slight!pain kink (megumi), name-calling (megumi calls the reader a bitch once in an affectionate tone)  ଘ notes these drabbles are a little thank you for 800+ followers omg!!!! these were too short to be standalone so i compiled them into one spicy post. i hope you enjoyed these shorts of our lovely pussy whipped!jjk boys. reblogs and comments are appreciated !!  ♡♡

꒰ OKKOTSU ꒱ he is so squirmy and cute when you reward him with a blowjob. it’s so precious that okkotsu yuuta can live between your thighs, making you cum on his tongue so many times your mind blanks, but he’s too nervous to ask you to suck that pretty cock of his. instead, he shuffles around with his lips and chin glossed up in your juices, a sheepish smile on his face until you sigh dreamily and beckon him over, a telltale sign that makes him brighten up. “switch with me, yuuta-kun,” you coo, swiping your thumb affectionately across his lip with a smile. before he hurries to switch your positions, he remembers to plant a sticky kiss to your forehead. “thank you so much, thank you,” he breathes at your temple, reverent in his love for you. you’re so good to him. 

yuuta’s cock is leaking so much already. he’s bashful when you pull it out, hips squirming under your gaze as you’re mesmerized by the clear, fat driblets of precum escaping the flushed tip. leaning closer, the point of your tongue digs into the leaky slit. cleaning him up just to hear him whimper because he’s always so sensitive right there. his hand slips forward to rest on your cheek, begging you to hurry up, sweet boy. his cock is a perfect fit as he fucks up into your mouth, into that branding suction that pulls the muscles in his stomach taut. yuuta’s leg jerks when you suck him in slow, appendage swirling over veins and teeth scraping gently against the underside to make him grunt and push at your shoulder. “you’re so good to me, so good. i don’t deserve it—” but you won’t hear any of that, your dainty hand caressing his hip as you reel your head back a little to suckle at the tip hard, yuuta’s depreciating words choked off once and for all as you throw him off the edge. he’s so pretty when he cums. quiet grunts, hips squirming, arm thrown over his eyes to conceal the sight of you greedily swallowing every last drop of his cum when he shoots down your throat like it’s your favorite sunday meal. 

꒰ ITADORI ꒱ he is so vocal whenever you’re riding his cock. deep moans of praise, low curses that scorch a trail of your desire for him. his little pillow princess usually lets him take the lead, but whenever you’re in the mood to be in charge, yuuji swears he’ll die because you’re such a fucking tease. lazy, your thighs are starting to burn already so you can’t be bothered to fuck your boyfriend like he fucks you, hard and unrelenting. instead, you torture the poor boy with slow, heated drops of your hips to his lap; your fingers twisted in his pretty strawberry ice cream hair so tight tears spring into his eyes. 

“f-fuck? fuck why— what are you so fucking tight for?” he sounds pained, his fingers pressing bruises into your hips as you swivel on his lap. rubbing your clit down the rough line of his happy trail before yuuji rolls his eyes and smiles crookedly, shoving his hand between your legs to rub a thick thumb through your sloppy folds, missing your clit twice because you’re moving so much. but when he finds it you mewl out, trembling as you bounce your tight cunt up and down on the fat stretch of yuuji’s cock while he sweats and pants and whines beneath you. his gut on fire with pleasure, his cock aching — he almost wants to tell you to stop, eyes shut tight because if he opens them and sees your cutely furrowed brow as you struggle to take the overwhelming stretch of his cock, he’ll cum so embarrassingly fucking fast. yuuji’s hips jump at the thought, a bad idea when you clench down on him so hard he chokes, cock kicking in a throb. yuuji’s hand beats against your hip, tapping out for his sanity as he gets his grip gently around you and flips you onto your belly, rutting his cock between your folds until he sinks in. “you were squeezing me so tight, what the fuck. ‘t hurts, you know?” 

꒰ FUSHIGURO ꒱ megumi does not like to lose control, but you’re a bad influence on him. that’s why, at the moment, he’s got his cock stuck through the fly of his pants and he’s fucking you against a dirty vending machine where anyone can walk by and catch the two of you. because he’s powerless. because when you want to be fucked by him, there’s nothing he can do but oblige; his want to please you outweighing his morals and common sense. your head’s thrown back against the glass window of the machine, expression locked in pure ecstasy while megumi’s spiked head is buried in the dip of your breasts, your sweet scent filling his nostrils while he holds one of your legs around his hip, cock fucking you open at a frantic pace that makes your pussy weep and beg for him to slow the fuck down, shoving you quick into overstimulation but you asked for it. when megumi loses control, he fucks like a god. desperate to make both of you cum before you get arrested or worse, gojo passes by. “look at me,” you command in a whine, making megumi grit his teeth and raise his head to obey. 

your eyes are glazed over and unfocused, drool collecting at the side of your parted lips. one of your nipples are exposed, breasts spilling out of your shirt and he feels his throat dry up, he wants to wrap his lips around it that bad. you look ruined by him and the sight makes him fuck a little deeper, a little harder, your pussy squelching lewdly around his cock. “a-ah... me-megumi— can’t you see it? you’re fucking me so good. this pussy is yours. it’s only yours. only for you.” megumi’s about to lose his mind if you don’t be quiet. he knows what you’re doing. so he clamps a hand roughly over your mouth, only to have you bite down on the palm of his hand so hard his vision whites over and he yelps pathetically as his orgasm hits him with the force of a train. sudden and making his knees feel weak. painting hot seed across the lips of your pussy; he cums so much it drips down the side of your leg as you smile like a minx, a dirty trick you play to win every round with him. “bitch,” he mutters affectionately. “i’ll improve so i can outlast you.” 

yuuta who can’t cum unless he has his fingers laced with yours and his lips sealed in a kiss

₊˚⊹ ☾ “Before Dawn” - Vampire! Yuuta Okkotsu

Your discomfort always welled up when Yuuta vanished. Often, he'd be absent for what seemed like an eternity, embarking on journeys to address matters he insisted were his alone to resolve, urging you not to worry. Before he left, he'd promise with a tender kiss that he would always make it back to you. "With patience," he'd say, "I'll be with you before you even have a chance to miss me."

₊˚⊹ ☾ Content Warning: 18+, MDNI (minors do not interact), afab!reader, blood, possessiveness, codependent relationship, biting, unprotected sex, riding, creampies

₊˚⊹ ☾ A/N: Truly self indulgent! I channeled every ounce of vampire media I consumed as a kid. This ended up more tame than I originally thought it would be, but it was still so fun! Happy October!

But you always did. You always missed him.

It scared you more than anything to imagine that, for some unknown reason, he might just fade away. You'd always feared that when the sun rose, he would be gone. That he would no longer be the solace you could sink into, but merely flesh and bones turning into ash and dust slipping through your fingers.

When you first met him, you recalled the night being so cold with no moonlight. A storm raged outside, heavy snow wisping through the air. You were lost, not just in that storm, but in life. Your boots crunched in the snow, each step feeling heavier and heavier. At some point, you thought that perhaps you could lay down and just let the storm consume you, a more graceful surrender than fighting tooth and nail through a tempest that threatened to engulf you. Maybe it would wash away the jet-black feeling in your heart. You were ready to accept your untimely fate until Yuuta appeared.

From that day forward, you no longer believed in God, but in him.

You often wondered if you meant as much to him as he meant to you. How much space did you occupy in his head?

He'd catch you staring at him sometimes, his eyes filled with sadness, knowing that your thoughts had drifted into those realms of uncertainty. "I cherish every moment with you," he'd say, pulling you close, "You have all of my thoughts, my heart, and my eternity."

One night, as the clock's hands ticked closer to dawn, the front door creaked open, and Yuuta stumbled into the dimly lit room, his face bloodied, his clothes torn, and his dark blue eyes filled with pain. You rushed to his side, panic overtaking you.

"Yuuta, what happened?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear.

He smiled weakly, his sharp fangs glistening under the soft light. "I ran into some trouble, my love. But I'll be alright."

You helped him to a chair, concern etched on your face as you examined his injuries. As you cleaned the blood from his face and tended to his wounds, your heart ached at the thought of losing him. It was nights like these that reminded you of the danger that always lurked in the shadows.

Yuuta leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I promise, I'll always come back to you, no matter what."

As you continued to clean Yuuta's wounds, your worry for him only grew.

With trembling hands, you asked, "Yuuta, do you need anything else? Anything I can do to help?"

He looked into your eyes, his dark blue gaze unwavering. "There is one thing, love," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "I need to feed. The injuries have drained me, I'm sorry.
"

You shook your head, "Mm- Don't be sorry. I'd do anything to help you feel better." Vampires needed blood to heal and rejuvenate. In your heart, you had always been willing to offer him anything, even your own life's essence if it meant keeping him by your side.

Without hesitation, you offered your wrist, the blood in your veins surging with the rush of anticipation. Yuuta took your offered arm gently, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His lips brushed against your skin, his fangs lightly grazing your pulse point, creating a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. The moment his fangs pierced your flesh, an electrifying connection surged between you two, a sensation that transcended any other physical feeling.

Your breath quickened as you felt his cool lips pressing against your skin, his rhythmic feeding becoming an intoxicating dance between you and him. In the darkness of the room, time seemed to stand still, and the line between pleasure and pain blurred.

The possession Yuuta had towards you, your body, your mind, and your soul, only ever intensified when you shared your blood with him. He drank from you not only to heal but to reinforce the bond between you, to make sure you belonged to him and only him. You knew he'd never let you go, that you were now a part of him in a way that no one else could ever be.

As he fed, you couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and desire, of being utterly vulnerable yet safe in his arms. In those moments, as he clung to you, you realized that this was the price of love.

When Yuuta finally withdrew, his eyes met yours, and a possessive, almost predatory hunger lingered in his gaze. He kissed the wound on your wrist gently, sealing it with a mix of reverence and possessiveness.

"I love you more than anything in this world," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with longing, "and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

As Yuuta pulled away from your wrist, you felt a rush of emotions flooding your senses. Your fingers, still trembling from the sensation, reached for his face, guiding it towards yours. You pressed your lips to his, tasting a mixture of your own blood on his mouth.

The kiss was fierce and hungry, worry and tension moving its way to the back of your mind as you melted into your Yuuta. You moaned softly as Yuuta's fangs brushed against the softness of your plump lips. Yuuta's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and his tongue entwined with yours in a dance that made heat flood into the pit of your core.

Breaking the kiss, you looked deep into Yuuta's eyes, your voice a breathless whisper, "I'm yours, completely. Possess me, claim me, as I've claimed your heart. I love you"

A growl of desire rumbled deep in Yuuta's chest, and his hands moved over your body with a possessive urgency. His lips found your neck, and he planted hungry kisses along your skin, his fangs grazing your pulse point with a teasing edge that sent shivers down your spine.

"I've always been yours," Yuuta confessed, his voice filled with a possessive longing. "Every part of me belongs to you ,from the outermost layer of my skin to the profound depths of my very bones, it's yours."

His words only fueled your desire, and you pulled him closer, feeling the cool of his skin against yours. Your breath quickened as he began to remove your clothing, every touch filled with a fierce passion that left no room for doubt.

Yuuta carefully slipped off your panties, experienced fingers moving between the wet of your lips to toy with your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as his digits slipped inside of your sopping, Yuuta's gaze hungry as he watched you take his digits. He worked to stretch you out, nice and wet for his cock. It had been a while since you two were intimate, and he wanted to take care that you were just perfect for him.

You moaned as you felt his digits curling and pumping inside of you, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You rutted your hips against his hand, Yuuta chuckling at how desperate and touch-starved you were for him. The tightness in your gut grew but before you could climax Yuuta quickly pulled his hand away, much to your dismay. You whined but Yuuta hushed you, "Be good." You nodded.

Yuuta pulled you down for another dizzying kiss, moving his hands to free the hardness from his pants. His member sprung out, his slit leaky with a bead of precum rolling down his shaft. Your mouth watered as he ushered your hips over his length, his thumbs pressing bruises into your sides as his tip kissed the wetness of your cunt. You sucked in a breath as he guided you down his cock, there still being a stretch despite how much Yuuta had tried to prep you.

Your breath hitched and your toes curled as your thighs lowered into Yuuta’s lap. Your nails dug crescents into Yuuta’s shoulders until finally you sat situated on your beloved’s length.

Yuuta sighed against the crevice of your neck, using every ounce of his strength to be delicate for you. He fought against the deep insatiable desire to pound your brains out and abuse your pussy until you could scream nothing else but his name over and over again.

That, he decided, would come later.

Instead, he gently lifted you up and down, up and down, making sure his tip fully kissed deep inside of you. You two began a slow and sensual pace, bucking his hips into your cunt as you twitched and tightened around him. He felt so thick inside of you, filling you up so perfectly.

You sighed at the intimacy, happy to be in Yuuta’s arms. He was happy to be in yours, too. You two kissed, licking into each other’s mouths as you rutted down onto his length.

Yuuta groaned against your mouth, nipping his fangs on your lips as your pace became more messy, more wrecked as his cock continued to hit deep into your core. The taste of iron danced on your tongue, blood smearing across your lips.

“Fuck,” Yuuta whispers, “You are so perfect for me, my darling girl, I’ll give you the world.” He hissed as he pounded harder and faster into you, dragging your hips and making you bounce relentlessly onto his length.

You sobbed out, seeing stars as he fucked into you. Your thighs shook and your toes curled as you clung onto Yuuta, letting him fuck so deep into you. “Yuuta, Yuuta, Yuuta,” you chanted, like a prayer, “I’ll keep you forever.”

And with that you felt the tightness coil in your stomach, “O-oh I’m cumming, Yuu! Please, I’m gonna cum,” you cried. Yuuta smiled, thrusting harder into you, “My cute girl, cum for me,” and so you did.

You sobbed into Yuuta’s neck as he continued to pound into you, fucking you stupid. Your eyes rolled back as you creamed yourself on his cock. Your darling Yuu was not far behind, “-m cumming, fuck, you’re mine” he groaned. His nails dug into your skin, crimson dripping from your hips as he bucked his hips into your messy cunt. He leaned over your neck to take a final bite out of you before spilling his hot seed into you, lapping his tongue across your marked skin.

You sleepily hung on as Yuuta finished, eyes heavy and body sore from the night’s activities. Yuuta let you rest for a moment before he lifted you up and carried you to your shared bed, cleaning you gently with a warm cloth and making sure to rid you of spit, blood and cum as sleep washed over your eyelids.

As the night turned into dawn, you clung onto each other, the room bathed in the soft, silvery light of early morning. The warmth of his presence enveloped you, and you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The world faded away as you drifted off to sleep, leaving only the two of you, entwined and inseparable.

Me: Yuuta you have to stop. You smoke too tough. Your swag too different. Your bitch is too bad. They’ll kill you

Yuuta:

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚SUB!YUUTA X READER˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

18+MDNI 

cw: mutual pining, caught masturbating, handjob, teasing, sub!yuuta, everyone is 18+, overstimulation, begging, praise/humiliation kink, yuuta might be a stalker/closet pervert

Crossposted to ao3 ! my first x reader POV as requested by @bai-kage . Thanks again, Bai! Part 1 , Part 2 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yuuta, ever so dependable and eager to please, would always be there whenever you needed him. Regardless of it being training, studying, or simply sitting in each others company, it seemed like he if he would, he’d craft time out of nowhere if it meant he’d spend it with you. It was cute, really, the big eager smile he’d give you whenever you call his name, the way he’d immediately worry and scramble to help you up once he’d knock you to the ground after you explicitly told him for the hundredth time that you could take it, the way his tired eyes would light up in the slightest as they locked with you, once he’d come home from a particularly tiresome mission. It always made you wonder what prompted this special treatment towards you. It’s not like he wouldn’t be dedicated to his other teammates, but for some reason, where you are, Yuuta seems to always follow, and it fills your chest with a weird sense of pride.

Days and months go by, and you grow more and more comfortable with each other: he calls you by your first name, you by his, and you make a habit of simply walking into his dorm room from time to time, where he’d always welcome you to hang out with him way into the night. In those times, surrounded by the dim lights of the room, you begin to notice the distance closing between you each night, dancing around a line that’s been drawn between the two of you. His gaze searches yours, and for a shy person he surprisingly holds eye contact well— but in some rare instances it develops into something more, looking down and past your eyes, tracing imaginary lines across your lips, chin, chest… and you allow yourself to do the same, until the urge to break the tension and call him out wins over, if only to see his blood rise to his face along with the stuttering, blubbering mess he’d promptly become.

Cute. Tonight was another one of those nights. After tossing and turning for what seemed like forever, you finally rise from your bed and make your way out of your room and towards that familiar walk towards Yuta’s room. As you walk down the dark halls barely lit by the moonlight seeping through the open garden, the chill of the night brings goosebumps up your arm, and you find yourself hoping that he’ll be awake, so you can refuge in the warmth of his room. Something feels different this time, though, once you’re in front of his door. It’s usually quiet on the other side of the door, and once you’re in, Yuuta will be looking up from a book or whatever he’s engrossed on at the moment to greet you. This time, however, there’s a creak, something struggling under pressure, followed by the voice you had been looking forward to hear all along calling out your name with strain. Alarms ring in your head, and you immediately brace yourself for the worst. He sounds like he is in trouble, under attack, even, as the creaking and struggling continues. Could he have called for you knowing you were there so you would assist him? Something unpleasant pools at the pit of your stomach at the idea of him in any real danger, and before your mind can formulate a more logical scenario, your body moves, pushing the door open with haste. “Yuuta!” “Aah—W-Wait! No! Get out!” Whatever you were expecting would have never compared to what awaited inside Yuuta’s room. You blink a couple of times, letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light in his room, and contrary to his desires you seem to be stuck there, trying to make sense of what’s happening in front of your eyes. The very first thing you notice calling to your attention is the light of Yuuta’s phone resting on his bed. It’s not entirely clear given the distance, but you can somewhat make out that it’s a picture of yourself you’ve never seen before in your life. Once your eyes manage to move from that, you look downward, to a pillow tightly gripped by Yuuta’s hands against his crotch, and finally upwards, to a teary eyed, flushed, and utterly distraught Yuuta. “Were you—“ “Please,” He interrupts, his voice a few pitches louder than you’re used to. “Please, get out. I-I can explain. Just—“ “Oh— Um— Yeah. Sure.” And so, you leave as asked, closing the door behind you. Should you stay? Run back to your room? A million options of what to do in a situation like this run through your head, glueing your feet in place instead of allowing you to take action. As you’re frozen there, the reality of having run into Yuuta in a Predicament begins to etch into your brain and you suddenly begin to feel your pulse throb all the way up your neck. It would have been one thing to run into him simply masturbating— it was your fault for not knocking, after all. But running into him fucking a pillow while staring at a picture of you is a whole other issue. Just how in the world could you ever confront him about it? Just as you come to the conclusion to bury it all deep in the back of your mind and turn on your heels to leave, the door opens once more, a now fully clothed Yuuta peeking out of it meekly. “Can you come in?” “No” is what you would’ve liked to say. “Hell no,” even. Not out any particular displeasure for what had just transpired between the two of you, surprisingly. But you almost feel sorry for him trying to welcome you in despite it all, probably to deliver some long winded excuse or apology that would add weight to the whole thing. You didn’t need to hear any of it, really. He’s just doing what anyone could do in the privacy of their own room, right? “Okay.” Is what you say instead. It’s just too hard to resist those eyes nearly begging you not to make things awkward. Continue to Part 2 !

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚SUB!YUUTA X READER˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 18+MDNI

cw: mutual pining, caught masturbating, handjob, teasing, sub!yuuta, everyone is 18+, overstimulation, begging, praise/humiliation kink, yuuta might be a stalker/closet pervert

Crossposted to ao3 ! my first x reader POV as requested by @bai-kage . Thanks again, Bai! Part 1 , Part 2 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As you make your way in again, the first thing you do is avoid looking at the bed or The Pillow that laid pathetically back in its place, clearly fluffed and made to look like it wasn’t just at the receiving end of Yuuta’s excitement. You simply sit at his desk, hands neatly resting atop your lap while he plops down on the edge of his bed.

And then, silence.

Yuuta pulls all the stops to avoid eye contact with you. You could cut the tension with a knife the way he braces himself to talk every time, his lips hanging open for a fraction of a second before pursing shut, over and over. His blush is persistent, hands shaking lightly while gripping onto the edges of the mattress for dear life, and your patience runs lower and lower, until you feel the words tumble out of your mouth.

“Well?”

Jumping from his seat, he puts a hand over his chest as if to still his heartbeat. That alone is enough to send him into a frenzy, and he finally begins to speak, rushed and stuttered. “I’m sorry— I’m really sorry, it was already pretty late, you know? I didn’t think you’d come in by now and I was all by myself so I— I— well, you saw— and now that I think of it I should’ve locked the door, but you come visit every now and then and I got used to leaving it unlocked, so I did, and then I forgot… this is is such a mess, I’m sorry, I swear…”

…Cute. You let him drone on, watching the shade of his cheeks turn redder and redder as he musters any he can, nearly a step away from getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. Little did he know, though, that the more thought you put into it all, the less you felt that he should be trying to justify himself from his actions. You’re suddenly brought back to your semi-nightly meetings and the edge you always found yourself teetering over when you end up wondering what lies past the collar of his shirt, where his collarbone peeks out in the slightest.

“Next time if you want you can text me, or, not—well, I’m not saying I always need a warning, it’s always okay for you to come see me, y-you know that—b-but— I… ahhh… C-can you please say something? I feel like I’m just going on and on now.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You reply, barely out of a daze of your own. As Yuuta sits there, nearly hunched over and wringing the hem of his shirt into a crumpled mess, you take in the sight before you, and you can’t help but think once again: Cute. Cute Cute Cute. Yuuta was undeniably adorable in the way he made himself so small after being humiliated like that. It made something begin to simmer at your core, something dark that wonders just how much further you could push him if you really tried. “You don’t have to apologize” You continue, your hands leaving your lap to make room for crossing your legs. “I saw the picture, though.” “Oh.” Yuuta’s eyes widen as he becomes the very picture of a deer in headlights, the grip on his shirt loosening slightly, before tightening again with a pull as he fidgets with it further, shrugging his shoulders in shame. Nearly about to burst into tears again, he bites his lip to fight the sting in his eyes, gaze glued to the ground while he braces himself for the worst. “Yuuta, look at me.” You beckon, not taking your eyes off him. Your tone is soft, yet confident. A rope of stability for him to grab onto in the midst of panic. “I can’t.” He speaks under shuddered breaths, still fixated on his own feet to avoid your stare. “Look at me.” You instruct again, leaning slightly closer. This time, he listens, his lips nearly quivering in fear of what you might have to finally say to in response to all this. “Do you want to do it?” “Huh?” He asks, barely above a breath. “Do it?” “Don’t play coy-“ You chuckle, leaning just a bit closer. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” The way you say the word with no frills or hesitation stuns him for a moment, and he gulps down the knot in his throat, before croaking another “Oh…that…” “With the way you were getting off on that pillow, I’m guessing you want to pretty bad.” A few seconds pass with Yuuta trying to look at any other spot in the room that isn’t you, before giving in and looking into your eyes once more. He can’t bring himself to say it, not as explicitly as you can so easily do, at least. Instead, he speaks the language you two have been speaking for a while, now and begins by holding his stare for a few beats, before looking down slowly, to your lips, your neck, your chest…until he is so red he looks like he might nearly burst. You’re filled with mirth once again at his adorable attempt at an invite that you just want to prod further, putting a single finger to his thigh. “Does looking at me like turn you on?”

He nods, tensing up under your touch. You use that single finger to try and pry his legs open, and to your surprise he is pliant, spreading them as far as you’ll push them. You stop once you can see the his crotch, delight spread across your features when you can clearly trace the shape of his hardened cock underneath the fabric. “Yuuta, is this your first time touching yourself to me?”

You can feel the restraint in his legs as he fights to keep them open, shaking his head. He mutters a small “No…” within a shuddered breath, letting go of himself to prop his palms by his sides, exposing himself to you to his best extent. “Then,” you purr, drawing a circle around his thigh that makes his breath hitch in surprise. “Can you show me how you do it?” “You already know how! P-probably!” He retorts, scandalized at your request. “You’re treating me like I’m some kind of pervert!” “Aren’t you?” “Huh!? T-that’s…” “That’s…?” The truth, that’s what it was. Yuuta himself knew it was inevitable to hide his true intentions from you at this point, and yet god knows he’d give it one last miserable try, before looking back at you and reaching for the front of his pants, cupping his own hand over them, making you immediately tut. “Come on, be serious.” You groan, using your finger to poke at his thigh. “Pull it out.” With hesitation, he does as he’s told and dips his fingers into the waistband of his pants, taking a grab of his erection and gingerly pulling it out of them, the head of his cock as pink as his cheeks, slick with precum from his previous interruption. “Cute,” You finally say it out loud. As you watch his furiously flushed cheeks and make a line to his wet dick, clear beads dripping past his fingers, you lick your own lips, briefly wondering what he would taste like right now. Not yet, you think, wanting to see how long you could draw this little show out. To your remark, Yuuta whines, his grip tightening while he begins to stroke himself in short, timid movements. Once his fist touches down the full length of his cock, he sighs, eyes fluttering half closed as he eyes you up and down, almost wondering if this is all just a dream. Another fantasy he’ll wake up from in a cold sweat, only to run into you in the morning and have to pretend he hadn’t just dreamt of being coerced into masturbating in front of you. The thought doesn’t seem to stop him, though. On the other hand, he looks up at you through half-lid eyes, giving you a once-over until he stops at eye-level, staring shamelessly towards your breasts as he strokes himself faster, feeling further worked up when he notices your nipples peeking through your shirt. Nothing escapes your perception as you carefully inspect his every movement, and you just feel endeared at how simple he is, getting off whimpers and all just at the sight of your chest. Reaching over to his free hand, you grab it and lift it under your shirt to lead him past the lower curve of your breast, squeezing your fingers over his. You expect him to react in some way given the situation, but he far exceeds your expectation when he follows your lead and squeezes harder, rubbing a thumb at the head of his cock and gasping, hanging his head low while he gives in to the pleasure.

“Soft..” He whispers, twisting his hand gently as he feels the contour of your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipple before gripping again, moaning once his fingers give into the softness of your skin. “Soft, soft, they’re so soft, Haah, feels so good…” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your chest hollowing out slowly, then filling once more, rising and falling as he fondles you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to do so. Watching him is fun, sure, but that feeling you can’t quite put your finger on stirs within you again, and you decide that it simply isn’t enough. “Yuuta.” You breath out, and he promptly ignores, far too gone in his sensations to acknowledge your call. “Yuuta.” You try again, but all you receive is his current mantra of “Soft”, and “So good”, over and over, until you decide nothing will get done unless you take it upon yourself to snap him out of it, pushing his hand off your chest. “Yuuta.” “Huh? Wha…I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop—” “I’m kind of offended…” Dropping his hand to the side, you make a show out of your disappointment, sighing theatrically. “I don’t really think you want this.” “I do!” He wails, letting go of himself to quickly grasp at your arms. “I want it, I want it so bad, I’ve been thinking about it for so long. I want you…” “Do you?” You hold your feigned interest, checking your nails briefly before eyeing between his legs, then back to his face. “I don’t think you want it enough, you’re being so timid.” “It’s how I usually do it…” Guilt washes over his face, loosening his grip on you slightly. “Is it not enough? What do you want me to do for you?” “I have an idea,” Lips curling into a smirk, you reach down and take a hold of Yuta’s dick, slowly wrapping your fingers around them. “How about I show you?” Yuuta immediately goes rigid to your touch, a small “iih!” escaping his lips in surprise. Before he can react any further, though, you begin to stroke him firmly, flicking your wrist ever so slightly while bringing your hand down his length every time. The mere thought of you touching him couldn’t compare to the real thing. He’s immediately intoxicated by you, his mouth hanging open with gasps and strained moans while mumbling a messy, garbled version of your name. “Ah— please, wait! w-wait… that’s too much—I feel it so much— please, slow down, I can’t—” “Nope~” You coo, bringing your hand to the head of his cock and rubbing your closed fist around it, your fingers coated in precum. “You said you wanted me, didn’t you? Come on, I want to see that little perv who was fucking into his pillow thinking of me just earlier. Come on, say you want my cunt.” “Aah! Haa… please… please… please give it to me!” “Give what? Use your words, puppy.” Your hand stops, and you use your thumb to dig into the slit of his thumb, eliciting a cry from him.

“Nngah, please give me your cunt! I want it so bad, I wanna know how it feels inside, I want to cum inside it, I want to make you feel so good—ah— please— pleasepleasepleaseletmefuckyou— “Good boy!” “Ah!!” “Ah.” It happens quicker than you expect, but within two thrusts of Yuuta fucking into your hand he reaches his climax, spilling cum all over your palm with a cry, slowly unraveling into a fit of gasps and sobs and he slowly rides it out on your hold, hips shaking and bucking against your touch. “Haa…hic…God…I’m sorry, I…” “You’re so eager to please, aren’t you? You came so fast…” Leaning in, you find yourself so endeared that you can’t help but lean in and begin to kiss the tears that roll down his cheek. “That’s because you kept teasing me...” “Is that a complaint? ‘Cause you looked like you were having the time of your life there.” “No…” He says defeatedly, rubbing his cheek against yours. “Well,” You nuzzle back, cradling his other cheek with your free hand. “I had fun. Maybe I should try and walk in on you more often. What do you say?” “Ahah… How about you just stay over from time to time instead?” “Fufu, sure. I’d like that.” -----

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐣𝐣𝐤 ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ chapter eighteen

chapter seventeen | chapter nineteen

SOME PEOPLE MIGHT SAY THAT

saturday nights are for the boys, other would say they are for the girls. but, why won't they be for both parts?

after another eventful week of your life filled with boring classes, teasing touches and stares and mostly sexual encounters, you proposed to go out on saturday night before the exam season started. everyone agreed to your proposal of getting loose one night, even yuuta who you invited last minute on the last rehearsal of the week.

currently you were doing maki's makeup while sitting on top of her thighs, her arms circling your waist. you were telling her about your encounter with choso and how you ended up developing a new kink that you didn't know you had. maki gasped and laughed the whole time, finding your story quite funny. "so, should i call you mommy from now on?" you sighed and chuckled after, knowing that she would say something like that. "i mean, if you want to"

maki stopped your hand that was close to finish her eyeliner and looked directly to your eyes. "don't say some shit like that or i'm going to act up bitch" you both laughed, a common thing that happened when you two were together. you truly didn't know what would've happened to you if she hadn't appeared on your life. of course you loved megumi and yuuji too, but the bond you had with maki was irreplaceable.

hearing the door open, you were met with a cackling yuuji and megumi, along with yuuta. "we found him knocking on gojo's room instead of yours. thank god he wasn't there." you shook your head at the embarrassing thought of knocking on the wrong door, it has happened to you a few times and you tried for it not to happen again.

megumi sat down on your bed next to you and maki. "your makeup looks pretty good y/n" you smiled at megumi while finishing putting on lipstick on his cousin. "thanks 'gumi, i tried my best" megumi's heart thumped hard against his chest at the sound of the little nickname you had for him. he hasn't heard it since that day, the day you took his virginity, a day he realized he's been thinking about too much lately. you both promised not to catch feelings after it, but who was to blame him when he started to develop a little crush on you?

he thought it was bound to happen. he knew he had a soft spot for you, he always had. he just realized that the once cold broken heart was stitching itself up as he spent more time with you. megumi liked every single little thing about you: the way your nose scrunched when you were annoyed as if you were mimicking that of a bunny, the way you bit your lip when concentrating, the little moles on your face and scars from your teenage acne. everything that some people would find uninteresting, he would love and cherish to see everyday.

"okay bitches, let's fucking go! we got some stomachs to fill, some livers to kill with alcohol and some bodies to move!" maki exclaimed from your dorm room, ready to go on with your night. "here we go" you sighed before locking your room's door.

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now thinking about it, the idea of going to the club after eating mexican food was not the best, at least not for yuuji and yuuta.

the night went out smoothly; you had dinner at a famous mexican restaurant near campus, you walked all the way to the club where you would be spending your night until the sunrise, bought some drinks and danced with maki and megumi to some songs. it was all fun and laughter until some time past 3 am, a short haired girl approached you and told you about the state of two of your friends:

ʚ now playing: la difícil — bad bunny ɞ 

you were having fun, laughing and dancing in between the two cousins, grinding your hips on megumi while maki grinded on you. the song playing was one of your favorites from the puerto rican artist, a liking passed from your mum to you. megumi's hands were on your waist while maki's were on your shoulders, the back of your head pressed on megumi's shoulder. you could feel the intoxicating feeling of the alcohol running through your veins, blurring your vision and slowing down your movements.

your hands gripped tightly around maki's hips, bringing her closer to your body. you turned around, facing megumi now. your mind didn't register they way your hips moved in circles while going down bending your knees, until your ass almost reached the floor if it wasn't for your heels. your drunk hooded eyes looked up at megumi reminding him of that day again, when you were on your knees sucking him off. your face got closer to his body, almost touching it. you raised your own slowly, eyes never leaving megumi's while your ass grinded against maki, who slapped it playfully.

the scene was way too lewd for megumi to handle, not after you eyed his crotch area while raising your body fully. the alcohol on his system was telling him to kiss you again, to feel you against him like he wanted you to. but the rational voice on the back of his mind was telling him otherwise.

like everything in life, fun also has its ends, and yours came in the body of a short brown haired girl that tapped on your shoulder lightly. "hey, are you y/n?" you turned your head at the voice that shouted in order to be heard above all the loud music. "yeah i am, who are you?" without an answer, the girl took your arm and dragged you all the way out of the club. the cold breeze of the night hit you like a truck on your exposed skin. "i think these two belong to you, they've been calling your name for an hour now"

the girl pointed to two bend over bodies at the corner of the club, one beside the other, clutching their stomachs while a mix of food and drink came out of their mouth. recognizing the pink hair and the other tall body, you realized it was yuuji and yuuta vomiting all they had in their bodies. sighing, you massaged your temples ready to scold them for drinking too much and not being responsible adults.

stumbling a little as you walked to them, the short haired girl followed you, at least she was more sober than you were. "oi! the fuck are you two doing?" you voice came out harsher than expected. you were annoyed because your night was ruined and they knew that. yuuta was the first one to speak. "what the fuck do you think we're doing, just help us please" huffing you patted yuuta's back while the other girl did the same with yuuji. "it's better if you let it all out, we'll go once you're done, i don't want any of you to puke on me or the rest"

yuuji groaned from his place, clutching his stomach again when another rush of liquid came out of him. you and the short haired girl cringed at the sound and looked away in disgust. you heard yuuta whisper a soft 'i think i'm done' and helped him stand up fully. looking on your purse you gave him some napkins for him to clean his mouth, then he passed the rest to yuuji who was standing up as well and mumbling some incoherent words that you tried to understand like 'i'm never drinking again'

the girl helped you bring yuuji to some stairs that were close to the club while yuuta slumped his whole weight on you. sitting him down next to yuuji you looked at them in disapproval feeling like a disappointed mum with both of your hands resting on your hips. "they look pretty wasted, are you sure they're okay?" the worried girl turned her head to you, who was doing your best to remain calm and look as sober as possible. "yeah they will, because there's no way in hell i'm taking these fuckers back to campus if they're not able to walk. uhm, thank you by the way ..." you tried to remember her name but you didn't even ask her.

"nobara, nobara kugisaki. and it's nothing really at least i didn't come to the club for nothing. my friends ditched me so at least i helped someone." nobara smiled at you and you smiled back at her in comfort. "sorry to say this but what a bunch of assholes" nobara chuckled and shrugged "don't worry, i'm used to it" your brows knitted at that, why would she hang out with people that would eventually ditch on her? "then you should hang out with us pretty"

that voice! turning your head back you saw maki and megumi coming your way, stumbling a little. maki didn't show her bold side often, but when it came to flirting with women? she was the boldest bitch ever. "only if you're coming though" nobara winked at her, the action made maki smirk at her. while her and nobara were exchanging numbers you told megumi about how she found them emptying their livers out on the street and why she dragged you out of the club.

"i knew this was going to happen. yuuji is a lightweight and yuuta probably bet him to see who drank the most" megumi sighed and took one of yuuji's arms and placed it around his shoulders while his arm circled around his waist for support. "c'mon buddy, let's get you to bed. you should do the same with yuuta, he doesn't weight as much as yuuji so you should be fine" you nodded and did what megumi told you, placing all of yuuta's weight on you.

starting to walk you didn't even look back as you shouted over your shoulder. "let's go maki! quit the flirting already! see you soon nobara, i think maki will make sure of that!" yuuta flinched at the loud voicing next to his ear and hushed you. you rolled your eyes and continued walking to campus.

not the best night of your life.

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