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WHILE WE’RE YOUNG; aged up yuji itadori x reader

IN WHICH: yuji itadori has an enormous crush on y/n l/n, almost pitiful in a way, yet she barely knows who he is. thus yuji gets the brilliant idea to pretend to flunk biology so that y/n can tutor him - and he can shoot his shot.

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HEAVEN CAN WAIT; guardian angel satoru gojo x reader

in which: satoru gojo’s human life has become a string of non-chronological blurs. his mortal attachments are things of the past; such faraway memories he can barely recall their origins. the only memory he holds dear, the one he keeps close to his heart is that of his lover- y/n l/n. at the crossroads of death satoru offered two paths; he can become a guardian angel and watch over her until her own menial existence comes to an end; or he can ascend straight into heaven. the idea of being reunited with his woman is enough to kick start his dormant heart back into overdrive, and thus, satoru becomes a guardian angel. after months of watching, months of being close enough to see yet too faraway to touch, utterly helpless in his desperation to be reunified; satoru gojo gets that exact opportunity. and he wastes no time at all in making up for the time they lost.

wc: 6.1k masterlist.

warnings! smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, soft dom gojo, minors dni. slight angst? (but lots of comfort ;)

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grief is indescribable feeling.

it's not clean, nor simple to navigate. it's not a sensation that settles then dissipates in a matter of weeks. grief is messy, intangible. it's harsh and ragged one day and a burning anger the next. it's an amalgamation of negativity all at once; and at times, complete numbness. it's a constant lacking, a constant reminder of what once was. 

it's strange, really. it's such a crushing blow that it's truly bizzare the effects it takes on one's psyche. something so intangible, something that cannot even be seen has the power to completely wreck a persons life.

yet what was even strange was witnessing someone grieve oneself.

satoru gojo would be lying if he said he deserved to go to heaven. like everyone, he's made his fair share of mistakes in his life; committed many a sin. yet when death embraced him and his options were outlined, had he been able to convey emotion shock would be evident.

death was warm, a mellow solace. death cradled him in its arms and begged him to stay, craved his ascension. yet satoru still thought of his earthly attachments, of the other half of his heart still on earth. how could he leave when the woman he adored was longing for his return?

so he told the angels no.

and that is how guardian angel satoru was incarnate.

much like the entirety of satoru's otherworldly existence; being a guardian angel was incredibly strange. he felt nothing, he said nothing, he thought nothing. he merely existed within time and space. the barren landscape in his heart where feeling once lay was replaced by a humdrum of satisfaction. never anything too intense, never anything more than a modicum of sensation. the emotions he felt were subdued, he was unable to breach the 3d, to feel, to touch. he merely floated in a strange space between the earth and whatever lay beyond.

cursed (or blessed, as he saw it) to remain tied to the attachment that prevented him from crossing the final path.

his attachment lay in the woman he loved. y/n l/n. his girlfriend, his woman, his soulmate at that. how could he bare to part from her? satoru had promised her this life and the next, so here he was. floating about what was once their shared bathroom; white pearlescent wings curled as he bobbed behind her.

not that she could see him. she had told shoko that she could still feel his presence; but their friend chalked it up to grieving despair. no one would assume that y/n was in fact correct.

satoru did what he always did. he watched. he watched as y/n completed her morning rituals. her soft dewy makeup, her hair styled meticulously in the way he always liked it - her own homage to him. her gold jewellery, the shiny stud in her nose. he watched as she dressed, capris and pretty sandals: her nails a shocking red which complimented her skin tone perfectly. she moved seamlessly having completed her daily routines time and time again, but it never grew old for satoru. human satoru had enjoyed watching y/n get ready too.

when all he did was watch; it was easy for satoru to notice what would otherwise be unnoticed. the little things.

she tossed her belongings into a simple little handbag. the simplicity of the bag juxtaposed its price. she never had been one for eccentricities. human satoru had gifted it to her for a birthday... or maybe an anniversary? he didn't know, his human days seemed a blur.

oh well.

satoru trailed after her as she strutted through the hallway. making sure all the doors and windows were locked, her small tasks before she inevitably braved the outside world. he stopped in his tracks when she seemed to sway suddenly at the altar she had set up to him.

it was a small thing really, a tiny homage to the man she loved. incense burned softly throughout the day, a photograph stood proudly in an ornate frame. the urn which contained the remainder of satoru's mortal existence stood nearby it; polished and perfect.

he would've hated seeing her do this; human satoru. closing her eyes and muttering soundlessly as she bid a farewell to him every time she left the house. he wouldn't have wanted her to feel anything but joy. but human satoru had no say anymore, his time had passed.

it's not like guardian angel satoru could do anything about it.

in the beginning he had tried to communicate with her. screaming and shouting, singing, anything to grab his woman's attention. it had been to no avail. y/n had no idea he was there. his pale hands had reached for her, for anything but they merely passed though him or slipped out of his grip. he was completely and utterly helpless to the 3d; unable to breach the barrier between the two worlds, merely residing in constant observation.

such a boring and mediocre existence.

her eyes fluttered open and she offered the portrait a smile. it was a silly photograph, one of the pair of them on their first date but it was a photo they had both cherished deeply. it was the beginning of something great.

was.

where was it y/n was going again? ah, yes. brunch with shoko and utahime. it has been the formers idea, a way to get y/n out of the house and satoru's girl had obliged. she admitted that her coping mechanisms were less than healthy.

satoru followed after her as she stepped out of the door and locked it; rushing down the steps to make it for her uber. usually, the woman would be walked bur she didn’t want to risk being anymore late. he crouched awkwardly in the seat next to her, which was silly really as he could've just sat on the roof of the car and it would've had the same effect. he was tied to y/n by some sort of invisible string, forced to go wherever she went, always in the same vicinity.

not that he was complaining. he wouldn't ever have it any other way.

he traipsed behind her as she made it to the brunch spot, waving at shoko and utahime as she stepped out of the uber. it seemed like a quaint little place, with a flowery outside seating area. the windows were stained glass displaying colourful motifs, the entirety of the stone wall covered with scaling wisteria and ivy plants. satoru surmised that utahime must've chosen it.

shoko, surprisingly, had not yet filled the ashtray and satoru was sure she had been waiting for a while- y/n was never early. it was a bad habit that had only worsened when she and satoru got together, the pair were always tardy. shoko hadn't changed. her hair was the same, straight and shiny like a chestnut curtain, her eyes tired, and her manicured hand clutched tightly in utahime's grip. utahime seemed to have dressed up for the occasion, a pastel sundress on her frame with a matching bow in her hair. just as cute as she always was.

everything was the same, except it wasn't. because the seat next to y/n which would've been occupied was gapingly empty.

their entire brunch date was a complete blur to satoru seeing as he spent the entire time staring at y/n. the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the way she bit her lip as she read the menu; deciphering which was the correct choice. the lovely melodic cacophony which sounded out of her when she giggled at her friends light bickering. by the time they stood up to pay the bill and leave, satoru had blinked.

it would've made human satoru very happy to see y/n enjoying herself. he almost wished that she could stay with shoko and utahime for the entire day if it would take her mind off of the negative.

satoru observed as the trio stood from their seats, thanking the patrons. they walked out of the restaurant, chatting absentmindedly about their plans for the week. utahime complained about her students, and y/n laughed.

"how are you getting home?" shoko asked y/n, a small frown on her face. she hated the idea of her best friend all alone in that massive house.

"i'll walk!" y/n said brightly. shoko and utahime exchanged a look.

"no, honestly! it's such a nice day out i want to enjoy it."

y/n smiled, human satoru's favourite sight by far. her friends dropped the subject, knowing when not to push. utahime changed the subject suddenly by complaining about shoko's snoring. human satoru would've liked that too, he always did like teasing his friends; and shoko had been one of his oldest friends.

y/n turned her head towards shoko, teasing her friend for her snoring with a slight laugh. the action had been so impulsive that y/n hadn't realised where she was going, or what was coming towards her.

it was as fast as a strike of lighting. y/n's entire body stepped off of the cobbled pavement and into the road, a speeding bmw whizzed round the corner with no intention of stopping. satoru's mind was suddenly filled with the gut wrenching vision of his girl on the floor, crushed by the blow of the car with gruesome injuries to boot; her blood staining the road red. if he had a beating heart, it would be soared.

he moved without thinking, without thinking of the fact that he wasn't human; she couldn't see him. his hands reached for her shoulders, dragging her onto the pavement.

"y/n!" he exclaimed, his voice hollow and booming.

just as the words left his mouth, he felt enraged with himself. how could he be so stupid? she couldn't hear him. what good would it do if he screamed and shouted?

satoru's panic only worsened as y/n's head whipped towards where he was, her eyes wide with shock. his pale hands still wrapped across her shoulders, and as he tugged them off of her he seemed to make contact. y/n stumbled back, almost tripping over herself as she fell onto the pavement, the breeze of the bmw's passing kicking up all sorts of debris onto her legs.

her eyes never left his. even as shoko and utahime gasped in surprise and scooped her off of the floor. even as they panicked and asked her hurriedly if she was okay. nothing else seemed to matter. she was entranced.

"satoru?" she breathed, voice no louder than a whisper.

"you can see me?" he sucked in a breath, eyes wide. oh, how he had longed for this day.

y/n nodded, a short jerk of the head which would be completely missed by the untrained eye. but he saw it, satoru saw everything. her eyes were wide with panic, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"satoru?" she breathed again, and her shaking hand came up into the air as though she was going to stroke his face. satoru jerked away in reflex, and a flicker of hurt flashed through y/n's wide eyes.

"satoru? no y/n he's not here. oh shoko, shes in shock!" utahime moaned, a firm grasp on her friends bicep. "did the car hit her?"

shoko frowned, cigarette lolling from her bottom lip. "no it missed her. i think she's just out of it."

human satoru would've mocked shoko's response. the omniscient doctor that diagnoses her patience with 'being out of it'. but guardian angel satoru could barely move from where he stood before y/n, his azure gaze locked by her glowing orbs. could she truly see him? how could that be? it had been weeks; perhaps months since satoru's incarnation onto the earth. how could she suddenly see him now?

the gap in his chest where his heart would be twisted.

shoko and utahime firmly refused to allow y/n to walk home on her own, ignoring her incessant pleas. once they had dutifully concluded that she did not, in fact require medical attention; they forced her to drink a cup of water that had been brought over by a bystander who witnessed the entire ordeal- then practically frogmarched her the whole way back to her apartment. satoru trailed after he like he always did, his wings curled in fear. strange feelings spread across his body, his eyes never leaving the back of y/n's head. one thought remained in his mind.

'did she really see me?'

it didn't help that every so often, y/n glanced over her shoulder, eyes on fire as she looked directly at satoru. he couldn't tell whether she was looking at him, or at the space he occupied. was it him she was searching for, or rather the absence of his presence? satoru couldn't be sure. yet y/n's hands hadn't stopped shaking since her eyes locked work his, and her mouth kept moving as though she was whispering something strange to herself.

shoko and utahime made sure to walk y/n up the stairs to her flat, watching carefully as she unlocked the door and situated herself. they forced her to drink more water, to change into her pyjamas and lay down. shoko gave her express orders that she was not to leave her flat for the next 24 hours while the shock wore off. her friends didn't fully trust her behaviours yet. as far as they were concerned, she had suffered a near death experience then muttered incoherently about her dead boyfriend for twenty minutes. it was a volatile and bizarre reaction, one that would surely not end well.

satoru stayed as far away from y/n as he could while her friends made sure she was settled; which, in fact was not very far at all. he was only just next to her bedroom door, peeking through the gap every now and again to catch her eyes. and he did so every single time. what was this feeling that he felt? panic? nerves? oh god, he didn't know. had he done something? had he finally done what everyone had joked and turned y/n crazy?

for such a transcendent being, his mind was being extremely limited in its rambling. his thoughts were loose ends, messy. when shoko and utahime finally left, satoru was in such a mess of nervousness he didn't know what to do with himself.

for he had longed for this for so long. he had craved y/n's attention, to be the object of her attention, her desire once more. he longed for the day where she would finally see him, speak to him, touch him even. under the moons graceful kiss he watched y/n dream and was swept up by dreams of his own; dreams of the day she would finally regard him. and now she had, and he was reduced to a stressed, blubbering mess.

he shut his eyes then opened them, white eyelashes fluttering. he was being silly. y/n had tasted death and thought of her only connection to it, which was her boyfriend. she hadn't seen him. she was in shock and he was being silly. after all, how did he know any of this was even real? for all he knew this could all be a strange dream. a strange bridge between the two paths. he was being extremely stupid. human satoru had overthought, had to think of explanations to every single thing. he was no longer human satoru, he was more than any of this.

he floated round the corner and into her bedroom, fluttering his wings as he did so. y/n had her back turned to him, but her ears seemed to prickle as he entered her vicinity. satoru could hear her breathing, how it staggered, how her heart rate seemed to pick up.

she glanced over her shoulder tentatively, as though she was afraid of what lay behind her. y/n's eyes went wide once more, her eyebrows furrowed deeply - a telltale sign that she was on the verge of tears.

"i'm being crazy." she whispered to herself, hands wrapping around her shoulders in a gentle touch. "he's not really there."

she laughed a hollow laugh, as though her so called insanity was somehow funny. satoru opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"y/n." he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. she couldn't see him, it was impossible.

her shoulders shook, and her head whirled around towards the angel once more. the expression on her face was enough to tear satoru in two, something so anguished and painful it hurt him to even see.

"satoru?" she said in the same cadence, as though she was questioning herself. "you're not there... you can't be!"

"i'm here." he said softly, gliding through the air towards her. her breathing became laboured as anxiety tore through her.

"no... you can't be." she repeated slowly, tears welling in her wide eyes. her bottom lip trembled. she chuckled slightly, shaking her pretty head. "i'm going crazy."

"you're not crazy." satoru answered, voice low. he sat before her on the bed, which strangely seemed to sink as he did so; as though it was accommodating his weight. "can you really see me?"

she shook her head once more, tears streaming down her face in an endless torrent of upset. a sob wracked through her, and satoru frowned.

"i'm going crazy." she said for a third time, a choked sound escaping her throat. she gripped her face with her hands, hiding herself from the angel before her. "you're not here."

"i'm here." he repeated again. satoru shut his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply. this was awful, nothing like the heartfelt and romantic reunion he had imagined before. what a stupid, naive idiot he had been. how could he have thought that a reunion would seem like insanity to his woman? he had left her, not by his own will, of course, but left her nonetheless. she had no idea he had been watching over her this entire time.

she peeked at him through a gap in her fingers, eyes darting across his figure. she could hardly believe that what she was seeing was real, that the man before her was the deceased man she loved- for how could she? she had grieved him, she had cremated him, she had held herself while they sobbed at his funeral. she had woken up alone in an empty bed in an unnaturally quiet house. months of agonising loneliness, of unshakeable quiet and now on a random saturday he appeared before her?

she must have been going insane. y/n made a mental note to make an appointment with a therapist.

he looked like satoru, sounded like him too. but something was off. he was wearing a strange outfit, a sort of silk set of robes. his skin was still the smooth milky pale she had always loved, but there was a sheen to it, a sort of pearlescent glow. his hair was the same, his eyes were free of any sort of covering; a stunning cerulean blinking back at her, encaged by a flurry of long white eyelashes. the look of concern on his face was so intense, so much like the look he had given her in his mortal life that it sent panic surging through her.

what the hell was going on?

she wanted it to be him. she wanted it to be her satoru so badly. she wanted to believe that he had come back for her, that he had never left but her mind couldn't shake the horrible sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong. this was not real, it couldn't be. it was simply impossible.

her hand moved without thinking. it reached forward, slowly, hesitantly gliding through air and space until it made contact with his wrist. he jolted wildly at the touch, mouth agape. her fingers tingled as she felt the cool skin beneath them, trembling at the brief contact.

he was there. he was solid and he was real. she had felt it. his wrist was cold, much like a marble statue; but it was there. hallucinations were not tangible. satoru was.

y/n shot up from the bed, shaking her head over and over again. this must be a bad dream. something in that cafe has caused her to experience hallucinations, bad ones. there was no way any of this could be possible.

"you can touch me?" satoru murmured, hand flexing. he glanced at y/n curiously, an underlying excitement in his words. "you can see me and you can touch me?"

"you're not real." y/n said without thinking. she looked away; then glanced back at him and nodded slightly. she could see him, and she had touched him.

joy graced satoru's heavenly features, spreading across his face like a watercolour painting. he ran a hand through his hair, smiling softly to himself before plunging towards y/n.

she had no time to react. no time to back away or deny the contact. satoru threw himself at her, strong arms stretched around her body, wrapping her in a tight embrace. he was cold, yet so comforting. it was the embrace she had sought solace in so many time before. her body was stiff upon initial impact but before long she found herself simply melting into his touch, allowing him to feel her.

tears flowed. sobs wracked through her, unrelenting. she couldn't wrap her head around what was going on, but she could at least enjoy it, couldn't she? even if this was a hallucination, a bad reaction to whatever he had eaten at least she had a chance for closure, for a real goodbye.

"don't cry, my baby. please, don't cry." satoru said, his hand reaching to stroke the top of y/n's head. she cried harder.

"you left me." she sobbed, words muffled. "you said you would never leave, but you did."

"i know. i'm sorry." he said. "but i never left you, not really. i've been here this entire time."

y/n said nothing, and they pulled away eventually. she sniffled hard, blinking back the pools of tears building in her eyes. she glanced up at him through her eyelashes.

"what do you mean, satoru?" she whispered. "you're not real. this is all just has to be a strange dream•

"im not a dream, i promise. i've been here this entire time."

y/n shook her head, her meticulously groomed eyebrows furrowed in confusion. she frowned too, overwhelmed and utterly baffled at what was occurring.

"i don't understand." she said after a while, her voice was shaky and uneven. "i really don't understand what's going on."

"it's probably easier if i show you." satoru replied, straightening himself up.

"show me what?"

satoru didn't reply with words, he merely allowed himself to stand straight at his full stature, then, he spread his wings grandly, allowing them to flutter as they extended to their full wingspan. the feathered twinkled under the dim lighting, almost winking at y/n as he shook them out. he made a big show of stretching out his arms too, a performance much like the show of a male peacock to its female counterparts.

y/n's widened, her mouth slightly agape as she was entranced by his heaven like appearance. she hadn't been able to see his wings from where they were tucked behind his back before, but now, at full capacity she was utterly awestruck. it was like nothing she had ever seen before, captivating in their curiosity. they were almost nothing like a  birds wings, so beautifully unique.

y/n thought back to when she had played the angel gabriel in her schools nativity as a child. none of those cheap, frilly costumes could compare to the sheer size and illustrious nature of the real thing. how naive humankind has been, to think that an angels transcendence could be defined with a halo made of tinsel and a pair of cardboard wings.

"you're an angel!" she exclaimed, and satoru smiled. not the picture perfect smile he had offered over the years, no, the smile he kept only for her. the crooked, toothy smile that encompassed his boyish nature. her stomach twisted and her heart skipped a beat. he was here. he had come to see her. she hadn't been alone all of this time!

"i'm your guardian angel." he answered, stepping back towards her. "i've been watching you for months."

"i never saw you." she said, like it was a confession. satoru almost laughed at how silly the concept was.

"you weren't meant to. i don't know how, or why you can see me now." he confessed, the latter part almost making him feel nervous.

this reunification was a gift, it was all he had longed for since he shut his eyes for good. but it happened so quickly, so randomly, surely it could be taken away just as sporadically?

he came close to y/n until he was at the edge of the bed, right next to where she sat. he knelt down until he was at eye level with the woman, their fingers brushing in the process. satoru nearly jumped at the tingling in his extremities at the feel of her skin, the way it seemed to light them to life. her piercing gaze met his cerulean irises, almost lost in the swirl of pale blue.

"can i... can i touch them?" she asked shyly, gesturing to his wings. satoru nodded. god, how he had longed to feel her touch on his skin, anywhere. how he had longed for her warmth, her smoothness, her loving caress. his muscles tensed at the anticipation, his abdomen swirling in excitement. please, he almost said, please do touch them.

lost in desire, he hadn't noticed y/n's outstretched hand, or the way her fingers reached for him. he didn't realise she was touching him, well, until he felt the divine sensation of her fingertips threading through his wings, almost stroking them.

his shoulders jerked, his back almost arched in satisfaction. the way her smaller fingers felt between the feathers, the soft touch of her skin against his most neglected place. she was soft, hesitant even, avoiding harsh touches or being rough, just curiously stroking the feathers on his back. she grew more bold, harsher touches, closer to the base of his wings - where he was the most sensitive.

he shuddered, a breathy moan tearing through his throat. y/n retracted her hand abruptly.

"did you just... moan?" she asked. satoru nodded slowly.

"felt nice."

y/n giggled at his candour, god how she had missed it. how she had missed hearing him, not only hearing his prayers of pleasure, but just hearing his witty quips; his silly jokes, all of it. she wished he had never departed from her. wished she had done more while he was still here.

'well, he's here now.' a sneaky little voice in the back of her head said. y/n bit her lip, her eyes boring holes into satoru's pearlescent ones. he was here now, sat before her, almost kneeling in prayer between her legs.

she reached for him, hands wrapping around the back of his neck, fingers interlacing themselves within his white locks. her lips moved with practiced precision, pressing themselves against his plush ones. satoru melted into her touch, much like he always had. his lips responded instantly. the kiss was messy, it was months of unheard confessions, of longing for the other person. it was hunger, their craving to feel each other once more. y/n's lips parted with ease, teeth clashing and tongues meeting in desperation.

when they pulled apart she was breathless and rather flushed. satoru's lips were blushed with the pressure, and her heart skipped a beat. it was so strange, so insanely otherworldly to finally get something you had longed for for so long. something so seemingly impossible finally become possible. she couldn't get enough, she was becoming greedy now. who knew how long she would be able to experience him again? experience his love for her once more?

if she repeated this to one of her friends they would have her sectioned almost immediately. yet y/n knew this was not a hallucination. this was complexly and utterly real, this was a miracle. and she'd be damned if she let it go to waste.

this time, satoru reached for her. his hand wrapped around her throat the way it always had, soft, yet present. his lips found solace against hers, an orchestration of desire. he was becoming hedonistic, so overcome with his desire that he had completely forgotten that she still needed to breathe. he pulled away instantly, muttering a soft apology and pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. then her chin, her jaw, her neck, her collarbone until his sharp canines were nipping playfully at her throat.

"i missed you." he breathed into her and he felt her smile.

"i missed you." she replied instantly.

his hands snaked around her waist, squeezing the flesh of her hips. then they travelled lower, the plush of her ass. he suppressed a smirk at the way her thighs pressed together.

"how about i make up for lost time?" he murmured, fingers dancing across her bare thighs. y/n suppressed a smile and wordlessly, she raised her bottom slightly, pulling off her pyjama shorts and her panties in one big swoop. the sight of her naked pussy nearly sent satoru into overdrive, it was more than he had ever bargained for, more than he had ever wished for.

he wasted no time. he parted her legs with experience, allowing his head to fit between them, lowering his mouth to her skin and pressing chaste kisses along them. he licked a teasing stripe along the length of her bikini line, long fingers spreading her sopping folds apart. the scent of her sex overpowered his senses, his eyes shut for a moment, almost savouring it.

then his tongue darted out, a soft tentative lick that sent a shiver up y/n’s spine. her hands flew to his platinum tresses reflexively, gripping hard on the strands as he began his assault. his tongue grew bolder, harsher, slurping messily.

“fuck, toru!” y/n breathed, her back arching as the sensations took over her body. satoru’s abdomen soared at the nickname, a groan tearing through him and sending vibrations through y/n’s core. his left hand rose up, applying a delicious amount of pressure on her tummy, his thumb rubbing soft circles along the skin.

his other hand found its home within her holes, two fingers buried deep within her, curled. his pursuit was relentless, the feeling of his rough tongue against her core, his long fingers embedding themselves deeply within her. it was so much, too much at once. y/n’s head lolled in pleasure, her fingers tightly gripping satoru’s hair which seemed only to drive him further.

the whole thing was so utterly sinful, the otherworldly angel on his knees before her, gobbling at her soaked cunt. his hot breath against her pussy only made her cunt clench around him more, months of neglect building into one indescribable release.

satoru pulled away for a moment, lips slick with her arousal. “fuck, you don’t know how much i’ve missed the taste of you.”

his words only added to y/n’s arousal, her hips rocking slowly against his face, and he pulled her tightly against him with the hand that wasn’t buried deeply within her. her climax built into a knot in her torso, toes curling and eyes rolling back into her head as it washed over her like waves against a rocky shore. satoru’s name slipped from her lips like a broken prayer, yet he continued lapping at her, clit sensitive, her hole aching for the stretch of his cock.

“toru,” she whined, breathless. “i want you.”

“yeah?” he teased, licking his lips. he pulled his fingers out of her, sucking her juices off of them. the sight alone made y/n’s core throb.

he didn’t let her respond, he merely wrapped his hand around her throat, dragging her down towards him and pressing his lips against hers. the taste of her release against him was dirty, so dirty it made y/n kiss him harder, desperate to feel every inch of him. their teeth clashed, tongues dancing against each other as they embraced one another with their mouths.

satoru pulled away, holding her hand with his own and placing it against his crotch. under the silky material of his robes y/n could feel how achingly hard he was, how desperate he was to feel her.

“you see what you do to me?” he murmured against her mouth. “i need you so bad.”

“take me, toru. have me, i need to feel you.”

satoru moaned a breathy whine against her, her words so naughty it only drove him further to sinful release. he shed his clothes, pushing her back onto the bed until she was laying flat on her back. he palmed at his cock eagerly, dragging the tip against her wet folds. y/n bit her lip, her eyes locked with his azure gaze.

satoru almost smiled as he plunged into her, his mushroom tip bullying its way into her. she was tight- oh, so tight, sucking him in so perfectly. the brief moment of solace he had had at the crossroads of death, the taste of heaven was nothing compared to this. no, this here was satoru’s own personal heaven, feeling every inch of y/n as he ploughed into her was exactly how he wanted to spend every minute of his day. the intimacy of being momentarily connected, the skin against skin, it was pure bliss.

the overwhelm of sensation seemed to kick start something within satoru, as his thrusts became harsh- and mean. he drove into her tenaciously, eyes burning with desire, hips snapping over and over and over again.

satoru looked down at y/n who’s face was contorted in hedonistic pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lip between her teeth. his fingers brushed her clit, her toes curling at the feeling of him against her already sensitive bud. this was it, this was eudaemonia.

without warning, the white haired man flipped her into a different position, her legs high in the air, his hips pressed harshly against them almost locking them into place. a mating press, a mean one at that.

his heavy balls thwacked against her asshole with every thrust. her words became incoherent, a slew of pleasure that merely egged satoru on. he pounded into her erratically, his release building within him. their lewd sounds and the sound of skin slapping filled the room, and y/n’s orgasm came once more. it was less satisfying as before, it tore through her, hips jerking against satoru, toes curled and hands gripping the bedsheets so hard her knuckles went white.

her man wasn’t far behind her. eyes glowing, wings bowed as his release racked through him. white flashed in his eyes as a moan ripped through him, his release spurting into her in thick, white ropes. his thrusts sloppy, but he didn’t stop, still fucking his cum back into her. a whimper escaped his throat at the overstimulation, hands shaking as he finally pulled out of y/n with a guttural squelch.

y/n’a hands wrapped around his head, pulling him close to her. they lay like that for a while, naked bodies against each others, the only sounds in the room their racing heartbeats. it was so intimate, the skin to skin, the soft caresses.

“i love you.” y/n whispered, and satoru kissed the skin on her sternum.

“i love you.” he whispered back, and for the first time in a long time; he closed his eyes.

who knew if when satoru opened his eyes y/n would still be able to see him. who knew whether their reunion would be short lived, or when it would end. neither one of the adults knew whether one day they would be ripped apart from each other once more, but they couldn't find it within themselves to care. they had been torn apart once before, and were more than prepared for it to occur again.

for now, y/n was content, basking in her orgasmic bliss, her hands wrapped around satoru as his head listened to the melodic sound of her heartbeat. who cares, satoru thought, if this was only temporary, then he’d just have to fuck y/n into oblivion until the heavens themselves stopped him from doing so.

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SEX IS ON FIRE; choso kamo x reader

in which: choso kamo’s main passion in life has always been music. and now finally, after years of messing about with his friends they’ve finally stsrted a real band; one that’s beginning to garner genuine interest and fame. yet despite his newfound celebrity status, and the fans that come with it, the only attention he wants is from the woman he loves, his best friend: y/n l/n (who’s utterly and ridiculously oblivious to his flirting).

warnings!: none <3, just a text fic (for now…) masterlist

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JLLACVNT’S MASTERLIST ⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ PICK YOUR POISON

⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ JUJUTSU KAISEN ⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𑣲⋆｡˚ cocky af; mean girl reader meets her match with emo megumi. (slight angst, smut) pt1, pt2, pt3?

𑣲⋆｡˚ kisses, boxer yuji finds solace in his girlfriend. (smau, smut) pt1, pt2 pt3

𑣲⋆｡˚ sex is on fire; up and coming rockstar choso and his unrequited love for his best friend. (smau). pt1

𑣲⋆｡˚ heaven can wait; satoru gojo is y/n l/n’s guardian angel, but when a near death experience causes her to be able to see him, he doesn’t hesitate to make up for lost time. 1

𑣲⋆｡˚ while we’re young; yuji itadori comes up with a master plan to finally shoot his shot with his crush, y/n l/n. p1 p2?

⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𑣲⋆｡˚ my moon my man; firelord zuko and his quest for an heir with his favourite concubine. pt1, pt2, pt3?

⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･MY HERO ACADEMIA ⋅°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

*COMING SOON*

MY MOON MY MAN PT2; firelord zuko x concubine reader. pt1 here

in which; fire lord zuko’s quest for an heir continues, but when their attempts seem futile, frustrations grow and y/n questions her importance. no matter, zuko is more than happy to show her how important to him she truly is. nsfw, minors dni!

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the door to y/n l/n’s private chambers swung open with a loud slam. the woman could barely sustain her shock at the noise before surprise washed across her features. the firelord was here, in her domicile.

only mere months ago, the firelord had retained his year old position that he did not entertain his concubines. he did not summon them, nor did he appear in their chambers unannounced. but after a sultry late night rendezvous in the gardens, firelord zuko had since taken a step back from his previous position.

to say he was pussy drunk was an understatement. years of deprivation had him addicted to the woman and the heat between her legs. the sheer concept of impregnating her with his seed drove him crazy. it was territorial, in a way. she was his consort, would be the mother of his child. on the advice of his royal advisors, zuko has utilised every free moment he had to fulfill this suggestion. he’d be damned if y/n l/n wasn’t pregnant before the end of the year. it was more than sex, to zuko, in a way. he was giving her a piece of him, a piece of him to cherish. she had left her imprint on him a long time ago, zuko could not get the woman out of his mind.

was it love? no… zuko had felt love. love was easy and carefree, love was a breeze on a hot day; utterly satisfying, relieving. this was deeper than that, hot and passionate like the flames that shot from the palms of his hand. this was red and fiery, obsession. consuming, and deliciously sweet.

“my lord.” she said, with a curt bow. he tutted and waved his right hand.

“haven’t i told you not to call me that? that title is beneath you, you and i are equals.” he said, stepping closer to her with a sweep of his robes.

zuko was in his whole getup today, crimson robes embellished with gold, ornate hairpins and other fancies. his scar prickled, as if often did when his cortisol was high and stressed racked through him.

he clasped her hands within his larger ones. “well? did the healer come by and check you over?”

she frowned, looking down for a moment before meeting his piercing gaze.

“no luck. it seems we’ve gotten nowhere.”

zuko huffed, a hot, billowing stream of steam evading his nostrils. his body felt hot all over, fire burning through his veins in annoyance. what good were his efforts if he fell short every time?

it seemed that y/n was having similar thoughts.

“zuko… maybe you would have more luck with one of the other consorts. they are older, perhaps more ferti-”

her words fell short once she caught sight of the furious look on the firelords face. zuko looked simply indignant. his hands left hers suddenly and he stormed to the side of the room, arms crossed as he gazed angrily out of the window. the only sounds heard in the small chamber were that of his heavy breathing, and y/n’a fidgeting with her bangles at the tension.

love would not anger zuko to such an extent, would it? he wouldn’t be so furious at the thought of his woman, his consort, suggesting he lay with another woman. what would he gain from bedding another woman? how could y/n truly think that this was something he would desire?

her bare feet padded across the ground slowly, ornate robes dragging along the tiles. her hands met the small of his back, rubbing soft circles along his shoulder blades.

“zuko… have i angered you?”

“you-” zuko began, then stopped. his breath was ragged, his eyes burnt with indignation. his words fell short, his mind at a standstill. why was it he was so utterly incensed in the first place?

“you dare suggest i lay with another woman?” he said finally, words monotone as he turned around to meet y/n’a gaze. she seemed surprised at the question.

“i was trying to help. you want an heir. i am not your wife, you may lay with whomever you please.” she said curtly, though her voice was hollow.

zuko clenched and unclenched his jaw, hesrt hammering, eyes narrowing. there it was, the annoyance from before, the same rush in his heart rate. in many ways, he was still the same sixteen year old boy who had rose to the throne - still driven by his emotions.

“i do not wish to bed another.” he said through gritted teeth. “do you?”

“no, zuko.” y/n said with a surprised chuckle, her eyebrows raised. his stomach stiffened; was his displeasure a source of hilarity?

zuko looked away, tearing his eyes off of the woman before him, lest his desire betray him. this was it, the passion, the tension, the sheer frustration of not knowing what it is he wanted.

“is this funny, to you?” the firelord asked despite himself. y/n rolled her eyes, a hand reaching to rest on her hip.

“no zuko, but this is ridiculous. you can’t expect me to not be surprised you do not wish to lay with the others. it is part of our role. i’ve accepted it, and you should too.”

zuko let out a bitter, humourless laugh. why was he so angry? y/n bit her lip in annoyance, and the simply action sent heat flying down to his crotch. his gaze flicked over her once more, dolled up in the regal robes he had gifted her, the dainty gold jewellery shimmering against her silk skin. his breath rose and fell; ragged.

he couldn’t help himself. his hand reached forward, stretching across the skin of her neck, caressing a soft circle before gripping, bringing her closer to him and embracing her lips with his own. it was much like their first kiss; messy, pent up frustration melting away with one touch, his tongue flicking across her bottom lip briefly. the hand around her throat tightened, his free left hand stretching down to the small of her back, the feeling of her body pressed against his leaving him dizzy.

the pair broke apart, the raven haired man pressing his forehead against hers briefly. her lips were plush and ruined, and oh, he wanted to ruin her all over again

“you’re impossible.” she breathed, her hands pressed against his chest. he scoffed.

“you’re completely infuriating.”

their lips met again, philharmonic, a ragged moan leaving his lips as he encapsulated her once more. it was deeper this time, hungrier even, desperate to feel closer to her, to engulf her lips with his own. his tongue met hers, a melange of desire.

“still infuriated?” she teased when they pulled apart. then her voice grew serious. “you can’t just kiss me when you’re angry.”

“i know.”

“then tell me what’s wrong.”

zuko smashed his lips against hers once again, ravenous, like a starving man. he kissed and kissed, their lips moulding together in perfect harmony.

“are you so blind, woman?” he said after a beat. she cocked her eyebrow in surprise.

“whatever do you mean?”

“you don’t see how i burn for you? how my body responds to your every touch? you’re not just my consort, you’re my woman. in every way. i’ll be damned if either of us touch anyone else.”

his voice was heavy, laced with want and pining. her eyes softened.

“i am not your wife-”

“then i will make you my wife. i am the firelord, nobody will question me.”

plus, it was not honourable to use a person as a means to an end. and zuko has spent so much of his life trying to be honourable.

he pressed his lips against the side of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, then her neck. his grip was firm on her waist, as he lifted her off of the floor, placing her on the bed and flipping her over with the same ferocity that he had kissed her with before.

“zuko!” she squealed in surprise. his large hands caressed the back of her head, trailing further and further down her back.

“get on all fours, y/n. i’m going to take what’s mine.”

she obliged, dragging herself into position, her legs shaky with arousal. her clit throbbed with want, her groin tingling as she felt his touch travel up the fabric of her robes, tearing them off her with one sharp rip. his touch was electric, his hands so warm and alluring.

fingers pressed at her entrance, travelling upwards and rubbing a small circle across her clit. the sensation left her body aching for more, y/n resisting the urge to squeeze her legs for some sort of release, some sort of pressure. zuko retracted his finger slowly, a shark intake of breath at the arousal dripping off of his digits.

“fuck… you’re soaked.” he breathed, and y/n whined, burying her face in the duvet.

“please.” she said, voice muffled through the fabric.

“my needy girl…”

her hole ached as he tentatively inserted his index finger, pushing deeply and curling it upwards slightly as he did so. y/n’s breath hitched, her lip finding home between her teeth as he inserted another finger, slowly, gently at first before fucking into her.

a moan ripped through y/n. his fingers pressed into her over and over again, her wet pussy and his fingers digging into her creating an obscene squelching sound. her hands flailed wildly, griping the sheets tightly as if to steady herself. there was no rhythm to zuko’s abuse on her pussy, merely a warm up for the finishing act which was about to take place.

after a few moments of him fucking his fingers into the woman; he pulled them out, rubbing the wetness across the sticky mess that was accumulating between her thighs. he shed his robes quickly (it was second nature at this point), stroking his cock a few times before dragging it along her folds.

“doing so good for me, baby.” he praised, his voice a low growl in her ear. he practically mounted her, chest flush against her back, knees pinning her hips into place.

slowly, zuko inserted himself into her, his mushroom tip bullying its way into her entrance. y/n whimpered as he bottomed out, the fullness of it making her head spin. he thrust slowly a few times, letting her get used to the sensation. his thrusts were slow and agonising, he let her feel every single inch before pulling out then ramming himself straight back into her. over, and over, and over he hammered against her sweet spot.

but firelord zuko was not a patient man. he wanted what he wanted, as soon as he wanted it. his frustration from before was still lingering, and the feeling of her pussy sucking him in so deeply send a shudder up his spine; and a craving for more. he began thrusting erratically, hips smashing into hers, his heavy balls thwacking her clit with each thrust.

“it’s too much!” y/n cried. every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, an electric shock of eudaemonia.

“you can take it.” he grunted, teeth clenched. she was taking him so well, her pussy sucking him in so deeply. every thrust had his tip kissing her womb, over and over and over again.

y/n moaned and zuko groaned, their lewd sounds and the sound of skin slapping filling the small room. his jaw was clenched harshly, his arm snaking across the underside of her jaw, pulling her into a mean headlock.

“you’re the only one im gonna fuck like this, y’hear me?” he growled into her ear. a strangled moan left y/n’s throat, the position making her toes curl and her eyes roll back into her head.

his hips snapped again, rolling into hers with mean precision. “i’m yours, and you’re mine. say it.”

“i’m yours- ah!”

he kissed her shoulder, his thick cock bullying her pussy further and further. arousal pooled within him at her words, igniting him to go faster, to go harder.

“and?”

“-and, you’re mine!” she sobbed, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets harder. her words drove zuko to an unrelenting pace, thrusting into her at an erratic speed.

“i’m gonna fuck my heir into you, you want that?”

“fuck- yes!” y/n whined, her back arching and her legs trembling violently. her release tore threw her, her toes curling to the maximum, her back arched like a cat.

zuko felt his vision go white, his hands burn as steam surfacing from his palms as his orgasm rippled through him. this was nothing like what he had ever felt before, this was nirvana. complete bliss, his orgasm rushing over him. between her legs was where he sought solace, where he bared his soul and found forgiveness for his trespasses. his release spurted out of him in thick white ropes, still rolling his hips into hers; fucking every last drop of his seed back into the woman he had marked as his own.

later, after the pair had cleaned themselves up and y/n had succumbed to her tiredness; too fucked our for her own good, zuko paced. he did two things he had wanted to do for a long time. he dismissed all of the other concubines, and then he ordered the royal artisan to curate a ring.

firelord zuko did not know if what he felt for y/n l/n was love. but he had never felt passion like this in his lifetime, a sensation that both invigorated and frustrated him. and he’d be damned if he let it go to waste.

especially now that unbeknownst to the pair; their efforts had in fact not proved to be futile.

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MY MOON MY MAN; fire lord zuko x concubine reader. pt2 here

in which: zuko’s royal advisors are adamant he needs to produce an heir, and while his mind is in two, he stumbles across his consort on a late night stroll. nsfw, minors dni (porn with very little plot!)

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after the defeat of fire lord ozai during sozin’s comet, the formerly disgraced fire lord was stripped of his power and the title was bestowed upon his heir; prince zuko.

currently a few years into his reign, the new fire lord zuko had done everything he had promised to do. he had forged a new path for the fire nation, stronger relations, stronger balance, a reign built on compassion rather than fear. yet his rule had been marked by disillusion in the system that had stood proud for so many years.

mainly the imperial consorts.

zuko resented the idea of a harem, a group of women at his beck and call, prepared to give in to his primitive desires. his father had had many consorts, but zuko had resisted their advances at any given turn. he was not his father. the fire nation he was pioneering was meant to be different from the past, modern, innovative, free.

so how could he accept such a hedonistic concept? how could he be paving a way for his people and still have these women in such an archaic position?

his royal advisors were having none of it. consorts were customary. it gave the women financial security, political influence, and social standing. it seemed that zuko would be doing these women a great disservice by dismissing any of them.

so he kept them around. he never summoned them into his chambers. he never bedded them, or took advantage of their devotions to him. it was not honourable to use women for his own selfish needs. he was doing them a favour. they retained their positions, and he didn’t have to be intimately involved with any of them.

it was a good compromise, or so he thought.

his advisors were adamant on an heir. it would show security in the new rule, a united front against the crimes and threats of the past. the royal family would be a symbol of change, step into the right direction. the issue?

zuko refused to wed.

his breakup with mai had frankly soured his disposition when it came to romantic relations. he did not want to become involved with another woman like that ever again. his body had aged, his mind had matured, but deep down he was the same sixteen year old boy who rose to power.

awkward, unsure of himself. what woman would want to be with him? he didn’t know how to be a husband, a boyfriend, hell, even a father. a decade ago, he didn’t ever think he’d be where he was now.

despite his unsureness of his romantic capabilities, zuko was sure about one thing. he was a good leader, a strong one. he was making real, substantial advances as fire lord and he’d be damned if anything was going to take that from him. if a united front, a strong royal family was what they wanted, he’d give them exactly that and more.

he needed to fuck an heir into one of his consorts.

he let out a groan. the thought made his head ache and his heart twist. zuko ran a hand through his hair, his ebony strands free from their usual ornate constraints and falling across his back like an inky curtain.

when his mind ran wild like this, he would walk through the imperial gardens. the grounds were flush with meticulously groomed shrubs and trees, various flowers in pink or red littered across the grass. the floral smell hung heavy and humid in the air, settling deep within zuko’s lungs.

the night was cool, yet not cold. the moonlight cast a bright, bluish sheen across the grounds, illuminating his path as he strolled. the same questions tore through his mind, the lack of answers contorting his features into a permanent scowl.

his heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he turned the corner. a woman stood crouched by the bushes, her hand outstretched, a soft smile on her face. zuko leaned closer, eyes squinting. it was one of his concubines.

y/n l/n.

his gasp forced the woman’s head to snap towards him. she seemed to kick herself into gear, straightening up and stepping into a small, polite bow.

“my lord.” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “i do apologise, i didn’t know you were there.”

zuko’s eyebrows furrowed. “well, don’t stop on my account. were you fetching something?”

a small smile played at her lips. “i was trying to get the cat out of the bushes. he belongs to one of the other consorts, she’s been beside herself thinking he was lost.”

a cat? zuko didn’t even know that the consorts had pets. was he so concerned with the state of the world he had failed to notice trivial things in his own palace?

this was not the first time that zuko had laid eyes upon y/n. yet it was the first time he had seen her in such a casual context. her soft linen nightdress, her hair free and in its natural state. her face without any sort of rouge or makeup. the moonlight only seemed to illuminate her features, grace the highest points of her face. she was beautiful, that was clear.

“i am sorry that i disturbed you, my lord. i shall leave you be.” she said, with another small bow, seeming to forget about the furry creature that drew her out of here in the first place.

“no!” zuko exclaimed before he could stop himself. “don’t leave on my account, join me, by all means!”

her eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting the invitation. zuko felt heat rise in his face, he had never been alone with any of his consorts before.

“if you insist, fire lord.” she said with a sweep of her hand. zuko took a step closer to her.

“well, allow me to help you find this cat.”

the two adults spent an embarrassing amount of time attempting to coax the creature out of the bushes. what ever progress y/n had made disappeared as soon as zuko approached, as it was completely terrified of him and ran further away. y/n laughed despite herself, a lovely melodious sound.

“ill have to try again tomorrow.” she said, brushing dust off of her nightdress and standing up straight. “shall we continue our promenade?”

“yes. let’s.”

while they strolled, zuko snuck sideways glances at y/n, who rambled incessantly about the various plants that lined the grounds. zuko knew nothing about plants, and usually he’d be annoyed by such rambling but y/n had a nice voice, and it was a welcome distraction from the stresses of ruling. it seemed that zuko’s mood was evident upon his face.

“is there something that plagues you, my lord?” she asked, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. her gaze was alluring, charming even. zuko couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her plump lips.

“don’t worry yourself with my troubles.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. his gaze met her eyes again, a strange sensation shooting through his groin, a flush spreading across his face.

“that is my job.” she said with a smile. “though you never summon me.”

her hand rubbed at her neck awkwardly, drawing zuko’s attention to the smooth skin of her décolleté. her averted his eyes.

“i don’t summon any of you.” he said firmly. “it is beneath me, and you.”

“well then; think of me as a friend. will you tell me what plagues you then?”

y/n stepped closer and zuko’s heart hammered wildly in his chest. she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, perpetually hot due to his bending technique, and he could smell her jasmine perfume. the scent was beginning to drive him crazy with desire.

“i… i cannot.” he said, stumbling over his words. “it’s slightly embarrassing.”

“don’t be embarrassed.” she breathed. the warmth of the fire lord drew her closer, like a moth to a flame, like icarus towards the sun.

“my royal advisors want me to sire an heir.”

“and you do not want to?”

‘with you, i would’, an evil little voice said in his head. a fleeting thought that sent shivers of desire through the fire lord, and annoyed him at the same time. what was it he said before, about the concubines? why is it that he didn’t want anything to do with them? he could barely remember, desire and the want for pleasure tainting his thoughts.

“something like that.” zuko said after a short while. his eyes dropped to her lips again.

the moonlight shed across y/n’a features sent tingles through zuko’s stomach, his skin alive with want. he wanted her; her lips, her neck, her chest, and whatever laid further. she thought similarly, it seemed, a strange gleam in her eyes, a soft bite of her lip.

oh, she was driving him crazy.

fuck it, he thought, and he leaned in, lips meeting hers. the kiss was messy and rough, teeth clashing, lips colliding hedonistically. the feeling of her against him caused him to growl in hunger, hands stretching around her midriff. he pulled away, breathless.

“do you want me, my lord?” she whispered.

he groaned. “yes.”

“then take me.”

alarm shot through the man. “here? what if someone sees?!”

y/n reached for him this time, her lips against his, moving in unison. it was softer, messier if possible, their tongues melting against each other.

“you’re the fire lord. no one will question you.”

her words ignited something in him. he held her tighter, hands snaking lower and gripping the fat of her ass. this movement elicited a moan within the woman, sinfully sweet. the pair lowered themselves to the grass, zuko’s back against a tree with y/n between his legs, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.

his jaw, then his neck, then her hands were clambering at his robes, pulling them off roughly as if she was desperate to uncover what lay beneath them. her hands were cold against the warmth of his skin, caressing against his scars and callouses with practiced intent. her small hand finally stopped its exploration when it settled in his crotch.

“keep going.” he groaned, and she smiled almost cheekily. his head was swimming with the thought of her.

she gripped the base of his crotch, her grasp firm and eliciting a sharp gasp out of the man. she pumped the length of his cock a few times, her finger stroking the slit of his tip. then, suddenly, she lowered her head, poking out her tongue and licking a long stripe across the length of his tip. zuko shuddered, hands flying out as if to grip something and steady himself.

y/n sucked the tip of his cock with expert precision, flattening her tongue to lick across the ridges, sucking every last drop of pre cum out of his cock. she began bobbing her head, fucking his cock with her mouth over and over again.

the lewd sounds that resounded across the garden sent even more blood rushing to zuko’s cock. spit trickled down her chin, tears pricking at her eyes and threatening to spill. the sight alone made zuko groan once more, his hands gripping the grass beneath him. steam surfaced from his pores, his face red and flushed.

a knot of pleasure built up in his stomach, growing and growing before bursting suddenly. white flashed across zuko’s eyes, his legs trembling as his release washed over him, cum spurting from his cock and painting her throat with white. y/n slurped greedily, sucking every last drop before finally pulling off of him.

“my my, that was fast.” she teased, and zuko huffed, eyes heavy with pleasure.

“come here. i want to feel you.” he ordered, a finger beckoning her closer. the sight of her fucked out face was enough to get his cock hard once more.

y/n obliged, crawling onto his lap and gathering the ends of her nightgown in her hands. she straddled his bulge. she grinded herself against him a few times, wetness spreading between them.

“my my,” zuko mocked. “no panties, aren’t we slutty?”

y/n smirked, her hands snaking across his neck for stability. she grinded against him again, rolling her hips harder. zuko leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to her lips.

y/n lifted herself up slightly, lining his cock with her entrance, before slowly, so annoyingly slowly, sinking herself down into him. zuko’s breath hitched, his heart racing. she was so tight, so good, almost too good. the feeling of her plush walls against him was enough to send him into a panic, the pleasure overwhelming. y/n bottomed out finally, rolling her hips once again, slower this time.

“fuck!“ he exclaimed, hands gripping her ass.

y/n gave him no time to adjust, she began fucking herself greedily against him. her pursuit was relentless, bouncing on top of him over and over again, pretty little moans spilling from her lips. even through the material of her nightdress, zuko could see her tits bouncing up and down, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through him.

he wasn’t going to last long, he knew that. it had been a while since he was intimate with anyone. he didn’t want to neglect her own pleasure. the thought seemed to kick him into drive. his large hands travelled higher, gripping her waist tightly and lifting her up a bit, before driving into her.

“fuck! it’s too much!” she cried, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“you can take it.” zuko groaned into her ear, pressing a kiss to her earlobe.

she was squeezing him so tightly, the obscene sounds turning him on even more. he couldn’t believe he ever rejected her, rejected this. this was heaven, if not better. between her legs was where he found solace, where he found salvation. he could fuck her forever.

“my lord-”

“that’s not my name.” he growled, desperate to hear it roll off of her tongue.

“zuko! ‘m gonna cum!” she cried, tears spilling from her eyes once again.

zuko’s forever was a longtime and y/n was a sensitive woman. her vision went white, her legs limp as her release crashed over her like waves against a rocky shore. her body tingled and her moans broken against his lips.

zuko was right behind her. his thrusts became sloppy, his grip tightened as he ploughed into her. then with one jerky thrust, his release spilling into her; painting her walls white. his breath hitched and a cracked groan broke from his lips.

they sat like that for a while, his cock still inside of her, their foreheads slick with sweat pressed against each other. zuko’s skin prickled with heat, his breath shaky. he kissed her again, chaste pecks against her lips.

the fire nation would have its heir, zuko was sure of it. and he may still not like the idea of concubines; but that just meant he’d have to wed y/n l/n to clear his conscience.

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KISSES; random texts w/ boxer! bf yuji & gf! reader! (p1/ smut here)

a/n: filler post while i work on pt3 of the megumi story!

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KISSES; boxer yuji x reader

𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡- IN WHICH: yuji loses his match and the only thing that can help his mood is his pretty girlfriend. aged up yuji, nsfw, minors dni. masterlist

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the door to the backstage of the boxing ring flew open with a loud slam. y/n’a breath hitched as her gaze landed on the figure in front of her, her hand flying to her mouth. she had seen yuji lose before. she had seen him defeated, bruised and forlorn. but she had never seen him like this.

yuji was a joyful person. he always had some sort of smile on his face, always showed determination in the face of bleakness. but there was no smile on his face, his perfect features contorted into a mask of anger and frustration, dried blood at the corner of his mouth. yuji was still wearing his boxing shorts, a vibrant red against his milky skin, his fists curled furiously at his sides, knuckles shredded.

“oh, yu.” y/n said sadly. she shut the door behind her, closing the distance between them in two short strides.

yuji didn’t say anything, he merely sat in the stiff metal chair behind him, pulling y/n’s torso into his embrace and pressing a kiss to her belly button.

“m’sorry i lost.” he mumbled against her skin. his breath was warm and sent a shiver up her spine. “embarrassed you.”

“you didnt embarrass me, baby.” y/n chastised softly. “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

y/n pushed him off of her, gently, then reached into the cupboard for a first aid kit. she ripped open a pack of sterile wipes to clean his wounds, then took her rightful seat on yuji’s lap.

his hazel eyes remained on hers as she wiped the blood off of his face, her touches light and loving. yuji’s hands snaked around y/n’s waist, pulling her closer to him before reaching lower and gripping the flesh of her ass.

“there!” y/n smiled, pursing her lips and pressing a chaste kiss to yuji’s.

“ow.” he groaned, and y/n furrowed her brows in concern.

“sorry.” she breathed, their gazes fixated on each other. her fingers brushed over his lip, as if satiating the pain.

“not there, baby.” yuji said, his voice a low groan. he held her tightly as he spoke, and y/n felt a hard bulge settling beneath her.

“hmm. was it here?” she asked, fingers brushing his bare chest. she lowered her head, pressing a soft peck to the skin.

“no.” he replied, voice barely louder than a whisper.

“here?” hands trailed lower now, pressing beneath their bodies to the skin of his abdomen.

“close, but no.”

y/n smiled slightly to herself reaching her smaller hands into the material of his shorts. she felt the short stubbly of yuji’s happy trail tickle her fingers, pushing her hand down further until her fingertips pressed against the base of his cock.

“there?” she breathed. yuji nodded slowly, a smirk against his lips as he leaned in. their kiss was slow, saccharine in a way. y/n rocked her hips slowly against his stiff cock, her boyfriend groaning into her embrace.

“i think he needs a kiss too, don’t you agree?” she asked sultrily. yuji nodded slowly, biting his lip.

“please, y/n.”

his girlfriend obliged more than happily, hopping off of yuji’s lap and sinking between his legs and onto her knees. yuji fished his cock out of his shorts with one movement, standing before y/n’s line of sight in all of its glory. his cock was red with arousal, already spurting precum.

y/n pressed a soft kiss to the tip, before sticking her tongue out and swirling it across the top of his cock. yuji’s breath hitched as she did so, his legs tensing slightly.

“don’t be a tease.” he strained.

y/n indulged him, stretching her mouth open and taking him in. she bobbed her head slowly, savouring the taste of his manhood. she always loved sex with yuji after his matches, he smelt so alluring, so manly, and he was always so full of endorphins from exercising. her eyes pricked with tears, her chest heaving as she gagged from the sheer size of him. she glanced up at yuji through her eyelashes, and the sight of him with his head lolled back and his lip between his teeth sent delicious sensation straight between her legs.

she was already throbbing for him.

so despite her tiredness, and the ache in her jaw y/n picked up the pace. she ignored the burn of his chest and bobbed harder and faster, saliva wetting his dick; one of her hands gripping his leg for stability, the other reaching up to massage his balls. yuji groaned loudly from above her, a string of her name and ‘oh fuck!’. the sound of him falling apart from her mouth turned her on like no other. his hand gripped her hair, not pulling but a firm hold none the less.

“y/n! fuck!” he grunted, hips bucking into her mouth as he came. his release was unprompted, ropes of cum marking her throat. y/n swallowed his release, pulling off of him with a loud pop. her lips stretched into a smile.

“c’mere baby.” yuji drawled, and y/n stood on shaky legs. he stood up, pulling her into him and cupping her jaw with his hand. his lips pressed against hers, but not as softly as last time. yuji was hungry for her, greedy even, kissing deeply and exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue. when they broke apart, the pair of the were breathless, eyes heavy with desire.

“need you so bad, y/n.” he whispered, kissing the side of her mouth, her jaw, her neck. y/n inhaled sharply.

“please yu,” she moaned. “please fuck me.”

yuji grinned against her jaw, the same cocky grin when he was winning a fight. “turn around for me.”

y/n turned around, letting yuji press her against the metal table, letting him bend her over and press her against the cool surface. he made a quick job of tugging off her jeans and letting them pool at her feet. he hooked a finger around her lacy panties, pulling them to the side with a sharp intake of breath.

“this all for me baby?” he asked rhetorically. y/n huffed.

“hurry up and fuck me.”

yuji said nothing, simply dragged his cock across her wet folds, collecting her arousal before plunging into her with a hard thrust. y/n’s hands curled into fists, a loud moan forcing its way out of her. yuji wasted no time, his hands found their home on her hips as he began thrusting harshly.

he was relentless, the tip of his cock bullying its way in and out of her over and over again. yuji pounded into her mercilessly, her name slipping from his lips like a prayer, the sounds of skin slapping and her sweet little moans filling the air. yuji’s name fell from her lips like a prayer, his cock hitting her sweet spot. white hot pleasure surged through her, her toes curling in her shoes, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“yuji! m’gna cum!” she cried.

“cum for me, pretty girl.” he replied. he lowered himself to her, pressing his body weight onto her, littering kisses across her shoulders.

sounds came out of her that she didn’t even know she was capable of creating, her arms searching desperately for something to stabilise herself on. her orgasm rushed over her like waves against a rocky shore, legs tensing, hips thrusting back into him. yuji’s name spilling from her somewhere between a moan and a cry. tears of pleasure pricked at her eyes.

yuji’s tempo did not falter, he continued thrusting into her, almost mean with his pursuit; the overstimulation driving y/n crazy. tears were flowing freely from her eyes now, her legs limp and jelly like. eventually, yuji’s thrusting became erratic, his hips jerky he reached his second peak.

“you’re so good, y/n. i love you.” he slurred into her ears. he was high, oh, so high on her. she was a drug and he was completely addicted to her. he slammed into her with one final thrust, painting her walls white, a shaky moan breathed into his ear. after a long moment he pulled out, y/n wincing at the loss of sensation. yuji pressed a kiss on her shoulder, on the nape of her neck, on the small of her back, rubbing her hip softly.

“roll over baby, i’ll clean you up.”

yeah, yuji definitely felt a lot better about his loss now. y/n was all he needed.

M, FUSHIGURO; COCKY AF pt2

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡- mean girl reader gets dared to hookup with the notoriously shy and emo megumi fushiguro. (aged up megumi!) nsfw, minors dni.

p1 here

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y/n scowled as she swirled her drink around with her straw, gazing at the whirlpool before her. loud music pumped through the speakers of the club. ever since her first rejection last week the girl had been in a fowl mood.

there was no way in hell that megumi fushiguro was a normal man.

his rejection wasn’t rude, it wasn’t mean or insulting like how y/n had left a multitude of men. it was short, clipped; polite even. as if he was merely reciting the weather forecast.

as if y/n’s charm had no effect on him whatsoever.

y/n attempted to take the rejection in stride. it wasn’t a poor reflection of her, no way. it must just go to show that there was something dreadfully wrong with megumi fushiguro. perhaps he had poor eyesight, or he was just so taken aback by her presence that his natural response was rejection. it was all too easy for y/n to speculate as to why he said what he did, but she couldn’t help but feel somewhat drawn to his presence now. after all, it was the first time in her life she had ever been rejected.

and now y/n was here. she and the girls in her on her course had banded together and thrown an ‘end of semester’ celebration; which was really and truly a glorified excuse to get drunk and party all night. yet y/n wasn’t enjoying herself. her heels were too tight, her skirt too short and her top too sparkly. her peers were dancing, socialising and such like - yet y/n stood glued to a bar stool, simply stirring her drink and watching the ice melt.

y/n l/n didn’t take rejection well, it seemed.

she sipped her drink, or rather, gulped it down and snapped her fingers at the bartender for a refill. she wasn’t enjoying herself, but at least everyone else was and she wouldn’t become a social pariah. the best thing she could do was drown her feelings of insecurity with a cold vodka redbull.

or however many it took for y/n to be drunk as a fish.

the fizz on her tongue was a welcome distraction from the noise of the party. it wasn’t like y/n to be sat at the bar like she was some kind of wallflower, failing to socialise with everyone else. usually she was the life of the party, singing and dancing with all eyes on her.

the thought made her scoff, and she sipped the rest of her drink with one large gulp. the more she drank; the more these feelings would disappear, surely?

as she lifted her head and her line of sight off of her glass, the fuzziness of the vision and the heat of her skin told her exactly what she wanted. she was perfectly merry enough to enjoy her party. she took her phone out of her pocket and glanced at her reflection in the camera. perfect features, flawless makeup, and not a hair out of place. why was it she was feeing so stupid again? y/n could barely recall the reason, lost in love with her own reflection.

a sensual r&b song trickled out of the speakers, the melody ripping through y/n’s skin and beckoning her to dance- like a siren call. she slid off of the barstool (albeit a bit wobbly on her feet, but alcohol will do that to you!) and made her way through the sea of sweaty bodies, till she found herself directly under the dark mood lighting of the bar. red illuminated her features; accentuated her long legs. she swayed her hips softly, hands all over her body as she swished to the beat.

she was lost in her own world of dance. no one was watching her, no one was around. it was just her and the music.

her eyes flicked up. they scanned the room, sweeping across the sea of heads. y/n’s eyes darted until they finally landed upon a sickeningly familiar figure. just as suddenly as the thoughts of inferiority evaporated from her mind, they returned with much more figure at the sight of him.

the man who plagued her mind; megumi fushiguro.

anger bubbled in her stomach and threatened to rise and explode. her heart hammered against her ribcage. was it the alcohol in her system blurring her emotions together; or was it her pride?

her legs seemed to move on their own; her anger igniting them into motion. she strutted over to megumi, his stormy gaze fixated on his drink. his hands were littered with silver rings, his jeans low and baggy. even in the dim lighting, his sharp jaw and high cheekbones ignited something primal deep in y/n’s core.

“what are you going here?” she asked spitefully, arms crossed over each other. he turned to her - eye brow cocked in surprise.

“didn’t know i wasn’t allowed to join the party.” he said sarcastically. “if you must know, yuji dragged me here.”

y/n scoffed. she should’ve known yuji would’ve been here, her dance club who threw the party were sure to invite the other athletic students and yuji was the darling of the basketball team. with them being best friends, she should’ve known megumi would be here.

he took a sip of his drink.

“do you always have to be like that?”

megumi spluttered. “like what?”

god, his monotonous tone was starting to get on y/n’s nerves. who did he think he was? first he rejects her, and now he’s stood here at her party, sulking in the corner?

“like you’re allergic to fun!”

megumi forced a short laugh. “we have two very different ideas of fun.”

“that’s clear.” y/n retorted with a roll of her eyes. a small smirk played at his lips.

“is this attitude because i rejected you?”

white hot annoyance surged though y/n, her extremities tingling with indignation. was he trying to embarrass her?

“i’ll have you know that i completely forgot about that.” she said dismissively, avoiding his gaze.

“uh huh.” he replied, the same incessant smirk on his face. “sure you did.”

“it’s hard for me to remember… so many boys speak to me on a daily basis…” y/n continued, pretending to be deep in thought. megumi chuckled.

“done pretending?”

“i’m not pretending.” y/n deadpanned, and she felt as though she could stamp her foot and throw a tantrum like some sort of spoilt child. why was he so frustrating?

“yeah yeah.” megumi looked away for a second, and busied himself with chugging his drink as though he was readying himself for something.

“did you mean it?”

“mean what?” y/n answered confused.

megumi took a step closer to her, heat radiating off of his body. his hands reached out and fixed the strap of her top, fingers brushing her shoulder with practiced expertise.

“when you asked me out.” he breathed, etching closer and closer. “did you mean it?”

something deep and guttural pulled at y/n’s groin, her stomach feeling light and fluttery. her skin felt cold where his touch had once been. she sucked in a breath of air, taking a step closer.

“why don’t you try find out?”

a hint of a smile played at his lips. his hands reached forward, one resting behind her head as he lowered himself to her height and pressed his lips against hers. she gasped into his touch as their lips moved in unison.

he tasted like aphrodisiac and cologne; sinfully addictive. his lips were soft and supple against hers, their bodies pressed against each other, megumi’s hands caressing the fat of her ass.

they broke apart, y/n’s heart racing and her breathing uneven.

“was that a good enough answer?”

before she could smirk his lips were upon hers again, a hedonistic attack. he sucked her bottom lips greedily; his tongue sliding into mouth. he was less soft this time, more hungry, greedy for a taste of her.

“want to come back to mine?” he breathed against her and y/n smiled.

the uber journey to megumi’s student accommodation was a blur of sneaky caresses and desperate touches. they barely kept their hands off of each other as megumi fumbled with his house keys, but as soon as the door was opened and he pulled her into his bedroom his lips found solace once more against hers.

shoes strewn across the room, clothes all but forgotten; their teeth clashed as they kissed, hungry and desperate for the others touch. megumi’s large hands traced up and down her body, squeezing her tit in his palm. she clenched her legs unconsciously, her clit throbbing.

“i want you.” she moaned into him, and he groaned.

“be patient, want to savour you.”

his lips found her nipple, tongue flicking against it softly. he wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard.

“megumi…” y/n breathed, her back arching. his touch was electric.

his pursuit continued. he released her nipple with a loud ‘pop!’. his tongue licked a trail from her sternum, all the way down to the trove between her legs. his fingers traced the skin softly, spreading her folds apart. he sucked in a breath.

“fuck. you’re soaked.”

y/n breathed a moan as his finger traced her clit, shuddering under his touch. he spread her wetness across her folds.

“please!” y/n whined. she was never usually this needy when it came to sex… it must be the alcohol. her head was fuzzy with desire.

“i’ve got you, baby.” he answered. megumi lowered his head, pressing a kiss to her clit, before flicking his tongue across it. slow and hard.

fuck! y/n breathed a whine, her back arching and her toes clenching as megumi licked and sucked her clit. he relished the taste of her, licking long stripes across her pretty pussy as if he was a man starved. one of his arms wrapped across her legs, keeping them spread as she moaned and whined above him, the other hand stretching underneath his jaw, finding her neglected opening. pushing a finger inside, then another, curling upwards slightly as y/n chanted his name like a mantra.

megumi devoured her pussy deeply as he fingered her to oblivion. his fingers curled and reached spots y/n didn’t even know she had; white hot pleasure surging through her, dark black spots flashing across her eyes. she bucked her hips, once, twice, her greed almost hedonistic; grinding her pussy deeper into megumi’s face, her legs crossing and locking behind his head.

between her legs was where he sought solace, where he bared his soul and found forgiveness for his trespasses. he moaned into her pussy, her greed egging him on. megumi’s grip was tight on her hips, his unoccupied fingers digging into her soft skin and keeping her close to him. he back arched against the bed, her sensitivity reaching its peak.

“m’gna cum!” she slurred, breathless. megumi moaned into her, as if the sheer thought of her reaching her release turned him on like nothing else. he fastened his pace, y/n’s toes curling as she felt her orgasm crash over her like waves against a rocky shore.

megumi kept lapping up her release, his assault softer as to not overwhelm her any further. her thighs were coated in sweat and her own slick; her chest rising and falling - completely out of breath.

megumi licked his lips greedily, lowering himself to press a chaste kiss to her pursed lips. he rubbed softly along her torso.

“need another one out of you, okay baby? need you so bad.” he sighed, palming his cock with his other hand. y/n nodded softly as megumi spread her legs further with his knee, pushing the head of his cock against her abused pussy.

“don’t be a tease, megumi.” y/n chastised and he smiled slightly, pushing his cock further into her. y/n winced at the sudden intrusion, his cock bullying its way into her.

“fuck! you’re tight.” he winced, grimacing as he bottomed out. he gave y/n a moment to get used to the stretch before he began moving.

his thrusts were slow and agonising, he let her feel every single inch before pulling out then ramming himself straight back into her. over, and over, and over he hammered against her sweet spot. the same pace, the same force. he was slow- yet tantalising.

but y/n wanted more.

she planted her legs on the bed firmly, pushing herself up with her arms before flipping the two of them over. now megumi was on his back, and she rearranged herself to straddle him. y/n winced as his cock found its home in her pussy once more. megumi’s hands traced her tits, grabbing big handfuls and squeezing.

“keep going, y/n.” megumi rasped.

y/n bounced herself up and down, alternating between rutting against him and fucking herself on his cock. he groaned as she did so, no regard for him or his sensitivity, merely selfishly chasing her own high. she slammed hard against him over and over again, a sticky mess coating his pelvis. her legs shook, her breath hitched yet she continued her relentless pursuit.

but her bounces became sloppy, not as hard or as fast as her legs grew tired. megumi sucked in a breath, biting his lip hard between his teeth. he lifted her legs slightly, pulling her body closer to his so her tits pressed against his chest and began driving into her with unremitting speed.

“fuck! m’gna cum!” y/n squeaked, her jaw slack with pleasure. she grinded into him, matching his pace as she felt her legs shake in complete anticipation. her release was sudden and unprompted, washing over her like a burst of light; causing her back to arch and her legs to jerk uncontrollably. tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to fall.

“m’right behind you.” megumi grunted, still driving into her, still chasing his own high. his chest was wet with sweat, his eyes heavy as he filled the room with borderline pornographic noises.

he jerked into her once, twice, then moaned breathlessly, his cum painting her walls white. he kept thrusting, fucking his cum back into her.

moments passed with the two of them in this position, catching their breath, megumi pressing soft kisses against her jawline and neck. after a long while, he pulled out of her, the pair wincing at the loss of contact.

“let me get you a washcloth.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her jawline once more. she nodded, sliding off of him and laying flat onto the bed.

y/n smiled to herself- basking in the euphoric bliss of her post-orgasmic state. she caught her breath finally, as megumi wiped his cum off of her.

“megumi.” she said, her voice strangely quiet.

he hummed in response.

“why did you say no at first?”

the question had been plaguing her for days, and both the alcohol she had consumed and the excitement from their sexual endeavour seemed to loosen her tongue.

“i didn’t think you really meant it. thought it was a joke.” he said casually. “i can tell i was wrong.”

oh. y/n sucked in a harsh breath as he flopped down next to her. there was a nasty little pit forming in her stomach, a sinking sensation pinning her to the bed. megumi threw the duvet over the pair of them, tossing an arm across her midriff before he finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.

y/n shut her own eyes yet sleep would not come. this was what she did, wasn’t it? it wasn’t the first time she had used a man for pleasure. yet why did it feel so wrong? why was her heart so heavy and her stomach twisted in such a knot?

she had won the bet.

this time was not different. y/n l/n was a bitch, she was a man eater. she simply felt strange because she was still slightly tipsy.

right?

she peeked at megumi’s sleeping form and as sneakily as she could she reached onto the floor and grabbed her phone, pretending to just be shuffling in her sleep. she waited a long moment before opening her phone and swiping onto the camera.

click. she snapped a photo of his sleeping form next to her, and sent it to yuki. there. she had won the bet. she had proven yuki wrong, the miata was hers.

mission accomplished. yet why did she feel so hollow?

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡- mean girl reader gets dared to hookup with the notoriously shy and emo megumi fushiguro. (aged up megumi!)

pt2 here.

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y/n l/n has always been a bitch. she's always been mean. her mind his sharp and her tongue is sharper, quick with witty and venomous remarks.

her attitude only grew worse as the girl grew older, as she grew into her good looks and full figure. she knew she was beautiful; and that knowledge gave her power. her demeanour seemed to have people fawning over her her, attracted to a seemingly 'untouchable' silhouette that rests on a pedestal; or the exact opposite (thank god yuki could fight!).

university was a different experience entirely. it was less of the community experience of secondary school, where everyone knew each other and there were clear divides within friendship groups. the campus was bigger, the people more unique and diverse, less catty girls and boisterous boys. yet it was more similar than it was different - everyone seemed to know each other, especially within social settings. seeing as y/n had stayed in her home town for university, her name got thrown around among the male population like some sort of urban legend.

it only further fuelled her ego.

she spent much of her time in the cafe on the west side of campus. it was a large space with bright white lighting and almost picturesque decorations, florals hanging off of the walls, crushed velvet seats and bejewelled mirrors in the bathrooms. the coffee was overpriced and the pastries too sweet, but it didn't matter much to y/n, especially when she could get such good photos for her instagram!

"for the last time, yuki I'm in no rush to settle down." she chastised with a laugh, applying a layer of glittery lipgloss to her plump lips. yuki rolled her eyes.

'you always say this.' she said, tossing her brilliant blonde hair over her shoulder. y/n snapped her handheld mirror shut and dropped it into the discord that was her handbag.

yuki was y/n's best friend. yuki was just as confident and sarcastic as the other girl, their aura's seemed to draw each other in naturally. the pair had been friends since they were younger, despite yuki being a few years ahead of her; their friendship blossomed on the netball field and the rest was history. they did almost everything together, it was very rare to see one girl without the other.

well, it had been, until yuki had made things official with choso and the dark-haired boy occupied almost all of her free time. if y/n thought deeply, today's coffee date had been the first time she had seen yuki on her own in weeks. the idea of settling down perturbed y/n to no end. why would she devote all of her time to one man when she could simply utilise many for the things they could provide her with?

yuki firmly disagreed with this point of view. ever since she had locked things in with choso she seemed hellbent on creating a match for her best friend. it seemed that choso truly brought something new to Yuki's life, a sort of magic she believed should be spread. y/n was happy for her friend, choso was, albeit slightly rough around the edges and completely imperfect, a good match for her friend. but why did that mean that y/n had to settle down?

and god, if yuki tried to set y/n up with one of choso's deplorable friends, y/n would throw a fit.

"all im saying is that it might do you a world of good. don't you want to get laid?"

y/n scoffed. "I could get laid in a matter of seconds if I wanted to."

yuki laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. "oh yeah? cocky much."

"I mean it!" y/n exclaimed. "just because I don't do it often doesn't mean I cant."

yuki laughed.

"prove it then. I dare you to hookup with the next guy who walks in here."

y/n felt her face grow hot, and her pulse quicken. she breathed harshly through her nostrils. y/n definitely did have a quick temper, and yuki's teasing didn't do anything to satiate this. how could she say no to such a tempting dare? y/n didn't have anything to prove, but oh, did she love being right.

“and what’s in it for me?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “apart from being right, of course?”

yuki paused and looked up, seemingly lost in thought.

“loser has to pay the winner £50?”

y/n scoffed. “absolutely not. if i win, i want your car for a month.”

yuji’s car was her pride and joy. a baby pink mazda miata that had been modified and tuned to illegal perfection. she never trusted anyone, let alone y/n to drive in it alone.

yuki’s mouth opened wide, before a gleam shot across her eyes and she grinned.

“fine. when i win, you have to do all of my cooking and my laundry for a month!”

not a bad trade off, y/n thought. apart from the fact that yuki was dreadfully lazy when it came to domestic affairs and she could eat enough to feed the 5000. she did seem horribly sure of herself, especially when her precious car was part of the bargain. was y/n being too full of herself?

who was she kidding? cocky ran threw her blood, y/n could get anything she set her mind to.

"fine." she said simply, a smile playing at her lips. this was sure to be easy.

yet with her back to the door, she couldn't help but feel a short surge of anxiety. when the bell rang and she heard footsteps trekking across the floor, her heart thumped.

'please don't be naoya zenin' she thought, her fists nearly clenching and the mere imagination of the man. she looked up at yuki, who was grinning determinedly and snapped her head around.

him?

y/n would be lying if she said she knew who the boy was. she had seen him sat at the back of the lecture theatre, always with his wired headphones in; a graphic band tee splayed across his abdomen. his face was a sea of discontent, his dark haired falling messily in wavy tendrils. he wasn’t ugly, far from it, his nonchalant demeanour was kind of cute.

“there’s no way you’re winning.” yuki grinned, and y/n cocked an eyebrow.

“you’re underestimating me?”

“no, you’re overestimating yourself. there’s no way megumi’s gonna hookup with you.”

megumi. so that was his name. y/n rolled her eyes once more.

“you know him?”

“he’s friends with choso’s younger brother. choso says he’s never had a girlfriend.”

y/n merely hummed in response. yuki loved a good wager, so y/n was sure she was trying to force y/n to back down.

“well i can change that.” y/n said smugly, flashing yuki one of her dazzling smiles. she rose slowly from the chair, smoothing down the back of her skirt as she did so; and walked over to megumi in three long strides.

his back was still turned, his headphones bearing what y/n could only assume was an illuminating guitar riff. he stood slouched by the wall, his hands on his pockets and his eyes fixated on a chipped tile in the flooring.

y/n sauntered towards him, straightening her back. she extended a perfectly manicured fingernail and tapped him on his shoulder.

“hi!” she exclaimed, gracing him with a charming smile. his eyebrows furrowed as he removed an earphone out of his ear.

“… can i help you?” megumi asked, confusion lacing his tone.

“you’re megumi, right? you’re in my class with professor hiruguma!” y/n said.

“erm… yeah.” megumi deadpanned. “did you have a question about the class - or..?”

y/n giggled, raising an hand and swatting him on his bicep; which felt surprisingly firm.

“no, don’t be silly! i’ve seen you around and i think you’re cute. would you want to hang out?”

she kept her gaze fixed on his stormy eyes, her smile wide and her posture perfect. she was the picture of desire, there was absolutely no way he could reject her advances. what man in his right mind would ever-

“no thank you.”

what?!

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