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It started over something small—like stupidly small. You had got a bit angry at Yuji for putting the clothes in the dryer but not starting it, and his excuse was ‘I was playing the game it slipped my mind baby’ and that part really riled you up.

“The game?” You scoff, “well that’s just annoying, seriously you can’t function or do real life things because of your game I told you, you should stop being on it so much.” And that kinda stung him. “What are you implying?” He said, a murmur. “That I can’t do anything right?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Close to what you said.” You can hear his voice feign hurt. “You’re making it this big deal.” He blurts. “I’m not even making it a big deal—you’re making it seem like a big deal.” He can hear the annoyance in your voice. “are we arguing?” he questions. “You think I’m arguing?” He shrugs.

“Asshole.” You murmur—storming off.

The argument was so stupid.

And now here you two were, at his mom’s house for dinner. Sitting impossibly close, didn’t even speak on the ride here. “Y/n! You and yuji thinking about kids?” He nearly chokes on his drinks. “Mom don’t ask that..”

“What—I’m getting old what if I wanna see my grandkids beforehand?” Yuji scoffs, “mom—making things awkward.” You turn to her, “well you know what—I’d like to know the answer to, you see your son he just can’t get off the game for the life of him, ha.”

You can feel him tense up next to you, “ha well she’s acting like I’m on it all the time!” His mom shoots looks between the two of you. “Which you are,” you try to keep the mood lightened before taking a bite out of the food that practically went cold. You can feel him let out a defeated huff.

“Uh—You two done eating? I can take care of the plates.” His mom says, and you quickly stand up. “I can help you.” she shakes her head. “I think it’s best you stay sweetheart.”

You sit back down immediately, sighing as she disappears into the kitchen, and that’s when yuji begins to speak. “why’d you do that?” you look at him, “do what?” he fully turns to you. “act like that—we got into one stupid petty argument—“

“one that was completely avoidable may I add.” you retort, he nods. “I’m sorry.” you—stunned turn to him. “are you?” he begins to close the space between the two of you and trailing kisses on your neck.

“yeah, I’m so sorry baby.” he says against you, breath warm. “okay.” you say keeping up the stubborn act—you forgave him obviously you just wanted to see him grovel. “OKAY?” he practically shouts.

“baby.” he whines now, “fine.” you say, “one condition.” his ears perk up, “yes ma’am, what is it?”

“no game for two weeks.”

“no game TWO WEEKS?”

“mhm.”

“will you love me again?” He questions which causes you to snort, “I always love you.” he kisses your cheek this time. “that felt weird—was that our first argument?” you get to thinking, “yeah—that did feel weird.”

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“What?” you scoff, you let your shoulders sink, the front door is cracked as you were just about to head out. “yeah, you’re not going anywhere in that outfit.” he murmurs, a disappointed look on his face. “so you can change or—stay at a friends place tonight.”

“Fuck you.” You say out of anger, heels spinning as you turn towards him fully. He looks up, a smug smile. “Yeah? Fuck me? No fuck you, go change now. I’m not in the mood to deal with your bratty attitude.” You mock him as you kick your heels off.

“I don’t even wanna go anymore.”

“Now you’re just being complicated.”

“What? You want me to go so you can sneak some other girl up in here? Huh?” You begin to walk towards him, “answer me.” He scoffs laughing in your face. “What if it was a guy?” You let out a sigh of annoyance, beginning to walk away but then you’re suddenly yanked onto the couch.

“Bend over my leg.”

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“I said no.”

“Now. You’ve been to bratty.” You do as he says bending over his leg, face planted on the couch, you feel him lift your tiny dress up. “Don’t have any panties on? who the fuck were you going to see?” Now the truth is, you kinda liked pissing off megumi. You knew you weren’t gonna step outside without any panties. “Count for me.” His hand flies to your perked up ass, a stinging pain lingering. “Count.”

“One.” You groan, “t-two!” you yelp, his hands picking up the pace. You can feel your ass getting physically red. “C’mon baby keep counting.”

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Your body jerks up as you vomit into your best friend’s toilet, she holds your hair back as her palm slides up and down your spine to comfort you. She had just shown you a photo of a girl and megumi on his story, “he’s an asshole..”she murmurs, “and you need to leave him, I’m so serious babe, you know you’re always welcomed to stay with me.”

You nod, “got more drinks?” she shakes her head. “No you don’t need anything else y/n, god I hate seeing you like this.” She fully sits down on the cold floor with you now and you could only let out a choked sob and she brings you in for a tight hug.

After a while, you’re dropped back off at your shared apartment with him and you let out a shaky sigh, there he is, sitting at the table eating his dinner, you make eye contact with him, tired. “been waiting for you.” you begin walking toward him, and he holds his arms out towards you—and god.

You sit across his lap, arms snaking around his neck as you sob into him leaving his shirt soaked. “why can’t I only have you to myself? who was that girl?”

“You drunk?” His hand slides up and down your waist in attempt of ‘comfort’ you nod, “you reek of it.” He presses a few kisses on top of your head.

After that exchange you two showered, he washed your hair and body for you were to lazy and now here you two are—cuddled up in bed. Your hand rest atop of his chest and so does your head, leg draped over his.

2am

You had snuck out, your best friend waiting for you in the car down the street. “where are we going this late?” You huff. “hookups, hot guys or girls—you need to forget about him, seriously.”

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You felt empty—well not really, infact you were enjoying yourself. Your hands wrap around the mysterious guys neck who you just met, his names Milo. The kiss was hungry, his hands fly to your boobs feeling them out. You start to grind on his rock hard, your wet folds hitting his clothed boner just right. Your phone begins to ring in your back pocket, and of course..

It’s megumi.

“shit.” you murmur, “what? got a boyfriend or something?” you scoff. “no.” his hands fly to pull your shirt off as your phone still blows up missed messages, missed calls.

“we should stop here.” you push him back by the chest.

Now, you and your best friend are sat back in the car outside of your apartment. “have fun?” she teases, “yeah actually.” you snort. “can tell, your lipsticks all smeared and—“

“Wait, y/n. I thought I told you to leave him.” You bite your bottom lip. “You don’t understand when he’s good he’s really good.”

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It’s like a fire, how quickly the argument extended. “Getting fucked by some other dude hm?” He questions, you throw your bag onto the ground. “Why is it always what I do wrong? Not what you do wrong!?” You shout, “who was that girl on your story?”

“Not a big deal she gave me some head and..” you don’t even let him finish his sentence. “Wow it’s small down there don’t know why she did that.” He scoffs crossing the room, gripping your chin in his hand and then he smashes his lips into yours you guys fall onto the couch, his knee sliding between your legs.

It’s been three days, megumi hasn’t contacted you at all. The apartment is torn up from you destroying it, you sit there sulking, tears still not dry. “I’m done with him.” You say sobbing on the phone with your best friend, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“You better be one hundred percent y/n.” She says, “I am okay.” You can hear her scoff over the phone, “so if he comes back you’ll tell him to get out and to never contact you again?”

“yeah—I’d say that.”

“we’ll see.”

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“I hate you.” You say against his neck leaving kisses. he came back yesterday you two argued and broke some things but—now you guys were cuddled up together—again. “Don’t say that—‘s strong word.” You look up at him. “And I’m using it right.” He lets out a breathy laugh.

“You can’t leave me, can you?” He asks, and you shake your head. “Don’t wanna.” He nods. “Same.” You look up at him, “what are we going to do?” you question, and he only shrugs. “maybe get a cat or a dog, go grocery shopping once a month, vacation sometimes—you know like normal people.”

“we aren’t normal.”

“that—we aren’t.” he says, a forced laugh. his hands slide up and down, before faltering between your thighs. “ever thought of kids?” he asks, “before you—yeah lots of times.” he nods, “I wouldn’t have your kids though I’d be miserable, and if you do ever get a chance to live your life—“ you begin.

“I kinda hope it’s miserable and that you hate it.” you mumble, and that causes him to look at you, his face feigns of hurt. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he presses a kiss at the top of your head, “get some rest.”

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You step outside letting out a big sigh of relaxation. The chill night air brushes against your exposed skin as you get prickly. You look behind you, the house that’s so ‘lively’ with your family—the people you hold so much resentment towards.

No one knows what you go through, not really and it’s not like any of your friends would have a care. They’d tell you to suck it up or go out or smoke, drink. You were fucking sick of being told that.

All you ever wanted since you were a little girl was to be comforted. To be told that you belong here, that nothing is actually wrong with you. And that you weren’t only born to satisfy the people you love so dearly’s flesh.

Your feet hit the ground, dragging yourself across the road with no destination in mind. Maybe freedom was your destination but that was only in your head, and it’ll have only lasted for a second.

You reach for your phone in the back pocket of your shorts only to realize you left it discarded on your bed, it was around 12pm, you weren’t sure who’d be awake. “Don’t we have finals soon?” you murmur to yourself. “toru should be awake.” you let out a sigh, if he’d even take you serious.

But it’s the only place you know—especially at this time of night.

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You collapse onto the ground immediately, in front of his steps as you ring the doorbell multiple times. You had walked thirty whole minutes. But to your suprise, Gojo didn’t come to the door. It was an older lady, an apron wrapped around her figure. His mom?

This sweeps you off your feet immediately, you fix yourself. “hi ma’am m’sorry—I just walked thirty minutes here um, is g-“ she only smiles, not letting you finish your sentence she calls for him. “Satoru Gojo!!!!!!! Get down here!!!!!” she turns back to you as you two await for his arrival.

“My god you’re so pretty.” she says, stepping aside she lets you inside. You smile, lip quivering. Your mom never told you that you were pretty. “Thank you.”

You see the white haired boy come down stairs, hair a tousled mess. Sleep looking like it was ready to take over, but he was quickly rejuvenated when he made eye contact, with you.

“Y/n?” You swallow hard, his mom makes her way back into the kitchen baking what smelt like pie. “what the hell are you doing at my place so late? better yet why—wait did you walk all the way over here? and why aren’t you home with your family?? y/n???” he pushes his glasses back onto his face and really studies you.

You look at him, and that’s when it happens, you break down and he immediately takes you up with him into his room.

You’re sat at the edge of his bed, face down and hands draped over yourself. He’s on the floor in front of you almost like a stupid fucking whipped puppy, waiting for the right moment.

“Why didn’t you text? I could’ve came to get you or—“ but he realizes he shouldn’t scold you at the moment. Your body trembles and he stands up quickly finding a spot next to you and wrapping his arms around you, and you lean into him. “Toru..” you whimper. “I don’t know what to do.”

“About what, hm? we can figure it out together if you’d tell me.” You look up at him, eyes stricken with sadness. “It’s my family.” You whisper, “I can’t go back.” His posture worsens as he comes to a state of realization. “ah,” he continues to rub your back.

He then places a few kisses onto your forehead, “they don’t deserve a beautiful, smart and willing woman.” he says, “they don’t deserve you.” You rest your soaked face into his neck. “I want to stay here, I don’t want to go back.” You choke with how much you’ve been crying. “At ease, hm?” He stands up, looking back at his studying session that was cut short. “You can stay.”

You let out a breath, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t cry.” he immediately shuts that thought up. But before he can say anything his mom walks in, offering cookies.

You smile to yourself as you take two from the tray and thank her. “Hey mom, y/n is staying over—for a while.” he adds the last part. She knew not to ask questions. “Okay, that’s okay you two just let me know if you need anything.”

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His front is against your back as he presses light kisses on top of your head. “I think I love you toru..” and that stops him in his tracks. Around school everyone knew (y/n) didn’t love anyone. “Think huh?” He snorts, and you shift over, now facing him.

Your eyes adjust to his face in the dark, and your hands rise up to stroke his hair away and you can feel the heat on his cheeks. “you nerd,” you tease. “do you love me back?”

You touch across his face so you can feel the emotion he’s trying desperately to not hide, and you feel him smile. “I do actually, I love you too—or more actually.” You nuzzle yourself into his chest. “I won’t be embarrassed to talk to you at school anymore—I won’t be such a struggle.”

“I’ll be better.” You murmur.

“Better?” He asks. “Better for what? I love you even when you’re so mean.” You let out a sigh, “that’s bad—I shouldn’t be mean to you I’m sorry.” He smiles and pulls you in closer.

“I never want to see you crying like that again..something broke inside of me seeing you like that.” You smile, “you’re a big softie.”

“only for my study’s—and you.”

hello is this anyone else’s life👀👀👀??? Is this thing on…also I wrote this while listening to cry by the sundays on repeat..omg I’m also so sleepi so if something doesn’t make sense I’m sorry..and it’s not proofread 🫪🫪 guys leave requests as well!! I need to make my masterlist soon🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪 also I think I might’ve accidentally posted a megumi draft with like no words cause I didn’t start it yet whoops…OMG OK SORRY GOODNIGHT THIS WAS SO LONG. Wait I’m actually posting this at 5am goodmorning lovely’s.

Nanami was fast asleep, back towards you the only sound being his soft snores that feel up the empty and dark room. Well, almost dark. Your screen was dimly lit as you doom scrolled.

Instagram, TikTok, Pinterest—repeat. You weren’t tired although you promised your husband you’d atleast try to start getting some proper sleep.

You also complain about how unfair it is, how easy he can fall asleep. But you guess that’s just the perks of old age. You turn your sound up a bit as you scroll through reels. Not even five minutes later, Nanami’s up.

His eyebrows furrow as he adjusts his eyesight. “Honey.” His tired voice rings in your ear, you discard your phone elsewhere on the bed. “I tried, I can’t it’s hard for me to fall asleep quickly.” He lets out a huff before pulling you into his chest where you can his heartbeat.

“Maybe, if you reduced the time you spend on your phone before bed—“ he kisses the top of your head. “Then maybe you might be able to go to sleep.”

You let out a weary sigh, “I’ve tried that.” You can hear him scoff. “baby love, you tried it for two minutes and you went back on your phone. “Yeah.” You nod, “still effort.” You feel him shake from the vibration of his laughter. “A for effort.” He teases.

Nanami drapes the blanket over the two of you, His fingers find your cheeks and just your face in general. “Relax them, relax your face muscles.” Once he feels you relax, he then takes his hands off. “Now drop your shoulders.” You do as he says. “Why are you so tense, hm?” He asks through the process.

You let out a deep breath, “Am I tense?” he nods, “Relax your arms and exhale.” You obey, “good, look honey, you’re doing so good.” he whispers into your ear.

You smile against him. “Now this is gonna sound a little silly—“ his hands find your waist. “Imagine some peaceful scenery, where you’re at. Could be the beach, mountains, anywhere”

Your breath comes warm against his chest, “my girl.” he murmurs pressing one more kiss to your head. “my sleepy girl.”

You and yuji kind of have a private ritual you two do whenever the other or both of you has had a hard day. A shower—together. And this time, you had a terrible day. I mean you could hardly get up to shower, you laid on the floor for atleast an hour when you came home, wanting the floor to swallow you whole.

But that was until yuji came in, he had buttered you up with his sweet words, kissed your neck with a few pecks, picked out your pjs for the night—your favorite matching set. “Come on,” he murmurs, “I’ll even let you turn the shower blazing hot even though I despise it.”

And that’s how you two ended up in the shower.

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He’s washing your back and pressing kisses against your shoulder. “I love you alot.” he murmurs, and you can only smile as you feel your soapy back rest against his chest. Words couldn’t express your feelings right now anyways, but you did love, you loved him alot. Especially right now.

“Do you love me back?” He questions, his fingers trace your back, writing something with the soap. ‘I love you’

“Ha, yes yuji.” you smile, “I love you, so much.” You spin around facing him, and he bends down and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “tell me about your day!” he exclaims, “oh and can you get my back?” there was the hyper yuji you know.

You feel your lip quiver as you scrub his back, soap spilling over your hands. “it was awful.” your voice shakes, And that’s what prompts yuji to turn around. He pouts as he sees your sadden expression. “aw baby.” he brings you into a wet soapy hug, you two are skin to skin and he can feel your body physically relax.

“Hey—you can cry.” and it takes those three words for your tears to spill. You cry in his chest, body shaking. His fingers softly rub up and down on your back, Biting his bottom lip.

Yuji is usually unserious but he can’t stand seeing you like this. It makes him almost want to cry. He’s stands in thought as you shake in his arms. And he can feel tears start up in his eyes as well, but he immediately wipes them.

“Baby,” he murmurs and you lift your head up. “Wanna go grab some ice cream? And then hit up the beach, hm?” He has those pleading starry eyes. You smile through your tears before fully laughing, and that—that caused yuji to stop, and admire.

“I love you—again and over and over, and forever.” he murmurs more to himself as he sees your smile. “hm?” you say asking what he said, “uh so is that a yes?” and you nod, a smile.

“Fuck.” You murmur, head lolling back. “hey gumi,” you find his eyes which, he seems to be completely out of it too. “hm?” he hums, practically crawls to you on the couch resting his head on your lap.

“Where did you get this stuff from?” Your hand flies to his dark black hair, twirling it in your finger. You were nervous, you’ve never had anything this strong. “Uhh Geto, why?” He sits up, almost tumbling over.

“It’s so—strong.” You feel your limbs go light as your neck tingles, “Megs im getting nervous.” He rests back on your lap. “Grab a bottle of water.—I didn’t know you couldn’t handle this ‘m sorry.”

You shake your head, dizziness taking over you. You nudge his shoulder. “I wanna do something else.” He snorts, and opens an eye at you. “Like what?” You usher him up, and crawl onto his lap. “This.” He lets out a groan, hands immediately flying to your hips.

“Shit—y/n, are you sure? This’ll help?” You can feel his hard on as you begin rocking onto him restless, your hands wrapped around his neck. Completely out of it. “Mhm.” You feel your folds dive between his bulge and he groans, his head thrown back now. You leave kisses all over his neck before burying your head there.

His grip on your hips tighten keeping you in place as he bucks his hips up into your needy clothed cunt, you moan into his neck, biting and sucking at his sweet spot and he groans.

You were honestly starting to feel like a pilot, watching your body move and speak on its own. You never truly thought you’d do this with your childhood best friend, but here you are. The both of you riding out the high together.

“Gumi.”

“Hm?”

“ ‘m gonna cum” you murmur into his neck, and he tells you to look at him, that he wants to see your pretty face contort into pleasure. And so you do.

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“I’m hungry,” you mention, you lie on megumi’s chest as you feel his hot breath on your hair. Your leg draped over him. He was sleep. “Gumiiii” he stirs, “hm? what is it y/n?” You smile, “I’m hungry.” He rolls his eyes, “that’s why you woke me up?” You nod, and he turns around completely disregarding you.

You fake hurt, “wowww” he smiles to himself, “put your shoes on.”

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-older!bf geto who asks for your permission almost all the time during sex. “honey” his breath hot on your lips as he parts your legs, his fingers gliding across your underwear, slowly circling your clothed and soaked clit. “can I touch you here? is that okay? hm?”

-older!bf geto who keeps a picture of you in his wallet so whenever he’s away and missing you he has something to look at. Also if he gets totally drunk/can be sober, he’ll whip out the picture and just ramble on about you.

-older!bf geto who listens to all of your interests and what you like. Though he’s a bit on the older side and has no clue what you’re talking about he’ll be supportive and help you collect anything that has to do with your interests.

-older!bf geto who praises you any chance he gets. “that’s my good girl.” “you’re such a smart girl.” “my perfect, perfect baby.” “I’m so proud of you.” “you did a good job, honey.”

-older!bf geto who over caters to you so much. “did you eat today?” and if you say no he’ll have you sit in the kitchen whilst he fixes you up something. If you’re sick he’ll drop everything to be with you and help you heal. If you’re off in public he’ll tell everyone you two have to go and then he’ll run you a warm hot bath and sit in it with you, your back against his chest.

-older!bf geto who’s very overprotective over you. it may come from a deep sense of insecurity whenever he sees you chatting it up with someone your age. it takes you awhile to reassure him.

-older!bf geto who spoils you rotten that you got used to not hearing the word ‘no’.

-older!bf geto who despises your sleep schedule, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see you doomscrolling and force you to put the phone down.

-older!bf geto who uses his tie from his suit to bind your wrists together and fuck you relentlessly whilst whispering in your ear how good you’re taking him.

-older!bf geto who handles arguments with ease, you’ll be the brat and he’ll let you have your brat moment before he bends you over his lap and spanks you until he decides to stop making you count.

You’ve had a huuuge problem from the moment you woke up, it was choso your clingy boyfriend. His strong build rests atop of you as he snores into your neck. His warm breath behind your ear, about twenty minutes ago he mumbled a bunch of nonsense as you tried to get up from bed.

The only thing you caught was ‘stay here with me, five more minutes’ and though choso is a man of his word, it’s past twenty minutes.

“Cho,” you say attempting to lift his sleeping body from on top of you, “choooo” you drag out. “hmm, baby I want to stay here.” he murmurs. “on top of you.” he presses lots of kisses to your neck. “can you move your girls day to another date?”

You huff, “I canceled on them ONCE and now you want it to become a frequent thing—no, choo I’ve gotta get ready” he lifts his head from your neck, sleepy eyes locked onto your pleading ones. “you’re so perfect..” he murmurs.

“Can I atleast help you get ready? please?”

“I have to shower first.”

“Can I shower with you, baby?” he leans down and kisses your lips. You snort, “fine..but only shower that’s it.”

“What kind of a guy do you take me for hm?”

“A perv.”

You two make it into the shower, and fuck, Choso was just not listening today. He held you by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into your soaked pussy. “f-fuck baby you feel so good.” You whine, your hot breath on his neck. “Ch-choso you’re such an asshole.”

“I told you we should only sho-“ and before you could finish your train of thought his pace picks up, leaving no mercy for you. “y/n, can I see your face?” The hot water trickles down your back as you sit up making immense eye contact with him. “what?” he smiles.

“There’s my pretty girl, we’re almost done I’ll wash you up after.”

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You tried on many different outfits but you just couldn’t find anything. “Choooo” you drag out, he immediately comes running you can hear him trip on his way. “Yes?” You snort, “I can’t find anything to wear.” You pout.

“And that’s what I’m here for.” He takes a seat on the chair by your vanity. “Cmon baby give me a fashion show.” He grabs some chips that were disregarded on a night stand. “My game could wait.”

The first few outfits already had him foaming at the mouth, “Fuck, baby I don’t want you to leave.” His fists are clenched, trying to restrain himself. You smile to yourself, “no can do.”

The moment you walked out in the fourth outfit, he moved immediately. Standing over you and gripping you by the waist. “Can I suck your pussy? I want to—“ he goes on his knees, unbuttoning the low rise shorts as you yelp. “Cho we just showered.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care, I want to taste you, your sweetness baby.”

You let out a sigh, as he pulls your panties aside. “Wanna sit on my face?” You knew you weren’t gonna be able to leave the house at all today. “fuck you cho,” you murmur as you lower your body onto his tongue.

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