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⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
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fem!sukuna ryomen beating the shit out of your ex boyfriend ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
that's what best friends are for!
cw: violence, suggestive, sukuna wants that cookie so bad, the word dyke is mentioned
You are enraged when you call your best friend. After months of guessing and having a weird feeling, you finally got proof that your lame ass boyfriend is cheating on you. And you are so fucking angry, you don’t know where to put all the violence boiling in your guts.
You facetime her late at night, just with your summer pajamas on because it’s hot outside and inside too for you.
“Hi, hoe.” She picks up instantly, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and sweat clinging in her forehead
“Suki, you’re not going to believe— are you at the gym?” you stop, not noticing how her eyes drop down to the neckline of your pajama.
“Yeah, I am,” she shrugs her shoulders, walking around a nearly empty gym to sit down on a bench.
“It’s ten p.m.”
“What’s your point?”
“Ugh, whatever. I finally broke up with my boyfriend.”
Oh, the joy on Sukuna’s face when you gave her the news. All the time telling you that you should leave him, calling him an asshole and knowing damn well that she could treat you better are paying now.
You keep pacing around your room, the phone shaking a little in your hand as you vent. “He’s such a fucking loser, Suki. I saw the messages, the pictures, everything. Months of me feeling like I was crazy for doubting him, and now? I’m so fucking angry I could scream. I just wanna punch something.”
Sukuna leans back on the gym bench, her tank top sticking to her skin from the workout. She tries to pull her face into something sympathetic, eyebrows knitting together like she’s really feeling your pain, but you catch that little spark in her eyes anyway. The corner of her mouth twitches up before she forces it down.
“Damn, babe. That’s rough. I’m sorry you had to deal with that shithead for so long.”
But inside, her heart is racing. Finally. No more watching you waste your time on that weak excuse for a guy. She’s been waiting for this, biting her tongue every time he disappointed you, knowing she could step up and give you everything he never could. Her gaze drops again, tracing the way your summer pajamas cling to you in the heat, the thin straps slipping off one shoulder. God, you look good when you’re pissed.
You flop down on your bed, the camera angle shifting so she gets an even better view. “I’m serious, Suki. I’m so angry I don’t know what to do with it. I wish I had the strength to just beat the shit out of him.”
“Oh baby, that’s fine. He does deserve a few punches in the face.”
You press your lips together, looking at Sukuna’s strong and toned body, she has everything: abs, bicep, perfect thighs, oh and she’s definitely taller than him.
“Suki…” you start.
“Yes?” She arches her eyebrow.
“Would you… hypothetically, beat the shit out of him for me?”
“Hypothetically?” she teases.
“Okay, no. For real.”
A grin spreads across her face. “Hell yeah. Say the word and I’ll handle it. I’ve been dying to knock his teeth in anyway. Nobody fucks with you like that and gets away with it while I’m around.”
You laugh a little through the rage, the sound shaky but real, and Sukuna’s chest tightens in the best way. She sits up straighter, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “You’re better off, trust me. C’mon, tell me more about what that idiot did. I wanna hear every detail so I can plan exactly how I’m gonna make him regret it.”
She’s already imagining it, showing up at your place later, pulling you into a hug and letting her hands wander while she whispers how you deserve someone better and stronger than him, she could even slip a “I’d treat you right” if she feels brave enough. You don’t notice how her eyes darken just a bit, or the way she bites her lip when you shift on the bed again.
You hang up the FaceTime after a few more minutes of venting, but Sukuna doesn’t leave it there. Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on your door, you open it and there she is, still in her gym tank and shorts, hair a little messy from the ponytail
“Come here,” she says, pulling you into a tight hug before you can even speak. Her body is warm, still buzzing with energy. “We’re gonna handle this tonight, right? I hate seeing your pretty face angry.”
“Y-yeah,” you nod, letting her in
You both sit on your couch, knees touching and she listens while you rant some more. Then the idea hits her. Her eyes light up with that mischievous glint. “Call him. Tell him you’re sad as fuck, crying over him like an idiot. He’ll eat that shit up. And I’ll take care of the rest.”
You hesitate for a second, but the rage is still fresh. Sukuna scoots closer, her hand resting on your thigh as you dial.
You put on your best broken voice, sniffling a little. “Hey… I can’t stop thinking about us. I’m so lonely right now, and everything feels wrong without you. Can you come over? Please?”
He buys it instantly, a cocky tone slipping through the speaker. “Yeah? Knew you’d come back. Be there in fifteen.”
Sukuna’s grin is feral as you hang up. She cracks her knuckles and stands up, rolling her shoulders. “Perfect. Stay behind me when he gets here.”
Fifteen minutes later the knock comes. You open the door just enough, looking all teary and small, he steps inside without asking. But before he can even say something slick, Sukuna moves.
She shoves him hard against the wall, her fist connecting with his jaw in one clean, satisfying crack. He stumbles, eyes wide, but she’s already on him again, grabbing his shirt and driving another punch into his stomach.
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
“Oh, hi,” Sukuna waves her hand in front of his face before landing another hit. “What? Did you think that cheating, lying and treating her like trash doesn’t have any consequences?”
He tries to swing back but she’s faster, stronger, years of gym time paying off as she dodges and slams him down. You stand there watching, heart pounding, the way her muscles flex under her tank top, the pure fury in her eyes as she protects you. It’s doing things to you. Heat pools low in your belly, your thighs pressing together without thinking. She’s so fucking hot like this.
He spits blood on your floor and glares up at her, then at you. “You’re with her now? I didn’t know you were a dyke now, running to this bitch the second we’re done.”
The words barely leave his mouth before Sukuna explodes. She yanks him up by the collar and slams him against the wall again, harder this time.
“Say that shit again.” Her voice drops to a growl. “She’s not yours, ya hear me? Touch her again and I’ll break every bone in your pathetic body. Get the fuck out.”
She drags him to the door and shoves him into the hallway, kicking him once for good measure as he scrambles away, cursing under his breath. The door slams shut behind him.
The apartment goes quiet except for both of you breathing hard. Sukuna turns to you, knuckles a little red, chest rising and falling. She looks ready to fight the world for you. And you? You’re flushed, pulse racing between your legs
“You okay?” she asks, stepping closer, her hand gentle now as it brushes your arm.
You glance down and nod. “Your… your hand.” You point out at the tiny cut in her knuckles. “You’re hurt, let me clean it up.”
She lets you pull her into the kitchen by her wrist, her skin hot under your fingers. You grab the paper towel, run it under cool water and start dabbing at that tiny cut on her knuckles like it’s a serious wound. It’s barely bleeding anymore, but you can’t stop touching her. Your hands are shaking a little as you clean it, pressing the cool towel gently against her skin.
“Hold still,” you whisper, even though she isn’t moving. Your bodies are so close now, her hips almost brushing yours against the counter, your thin pajama top doing nothing to hide how fast your breathing has gotten.
Sukuna watches you with this intense stare. “You don’t have to do all this, babe. It’s just a scratch. I’ve taken harder hits at the gym.”
“I want to,” you say softly, your thumb stroking along the side of her hand, way slower than necessary. You look up at her through your lashes, heart pounding so loud you’re sure she can hear it. “You were so fucking amazing back there, Suki. No one’s ever protected me like that. You’re the best best friend anyone could ask for. I feel so safe with you.”
Your voice gets a little breathier on the last part. You can’t help it. Your mind keeps replaying how strong she looked, muscles flexing... It’s making you wet, wetter, a warm ache building between your thighs as you stand there. You shift your weight, pressing your legs together, trying to ease the pressure but only making it worse.
Sukuna’s free hand comes up to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in without quite touching. She’s taking all the self control in her body to not kiss you right now.
“You know I’d do way more than beat his ass for you. I’d do anything, you just gotta say it.” she whispers, smirk on her lips and eyes burning.
Her thumb brushes over your hip enough to send sparks straight through you. You bite your lip, dabbing at her cut one more time even though it’s clean. Your nipples are hard against the thin fabric of your top, you catch her gaze dropping to them for a second before she forces it back up.
“I mean it,” you continue, voice quieter. “You’re so strong… and the way you got angry when he said that shit about me. Fuck, it turned me on a little. A lot, actually.” The confession slips out before you can stop it, your face burning hotter.
Sukuna lets out a groan, stepping a tiny bit closer so her thigh brushes between yours. “Don’t tell me that while you’re standing here touching me like you wanna do a lot more than clean a cut. Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to see me like this?”
Her hand slides up from your hip to your waist, fingers gripping just enough to show how much she’s holding back. You gasp, not believing her words.
“Suki…” you whisper, your arms resting on her shoulders now, your body is screaming for her to close the gap, to push you against the counter and finally make her move. “Show me how much you want me. Please.”
She breathes in hard before she’s sitting you on the counter. “Fuck yes, babe, no need to beg.”
synopsis: After becoming best friends with Maki Zenin and meeting her boyfriend Yuta Okkotsu, you think he hates you. I mean why wouldn't he, you and Maki are close, concerningly close. However, you don't realize that contempt is far from what he feels.
contents: dubcon smut, porn with plot (+18 only.) fem!reader. spiritual successor to this piece. maki and yuta are kinda dark in this; sub!yuta? dom!maki; naive!reader; maki who does not act how a best friend is supposed to act; homophobia (not from the main three tho); stalking; cunnilingus (yuta gets lost in it); my first smut pls be nice yall
word count: ~9.1k (i know, got lost in the sauce)
playing: the diner - billie eilish
Yuta Okkotsu is staring at you.
You fold your hands together under the table, your eyes pointedly zeroing in on the menu laying on the table. Though you didn't really need it, as you and his girlfriend, Maki Zenin, had been regulars to this place as long as you had been friends. You just wished that he would stop staring at you in the way he does when he gets all cold and serious, much unlike the sweet, warm version of him that you've been told that he is when others are around.
Not that it was unusual, because all things considered, his behavior was fair.
In many ways, Maki is your saving grace. She's everything that you aren't basically: strong, brazen, no-bs, and almost everyone knows who she is because she's a star of the women's rugby team. To you it doesn't even make sense that you became friends, but to her, she'd say that you two perfectly complement each other.
Your thoughts are interrupted as Maki slides back into the booth right beside not her boyfriend, but you. Effectively caging you in from where Okkotsu's gaze had you about ready to bolt. She adjusts herself, getting comfortable on the red leather cushion. You can't miss the way Okkotsu tracks the path of her arm as it comes to rest behind you on the backrest. You swallow as you look down once more at the menu that you have almost memorized at this point.
You know exactly what this looks like. Everyone else knows exactly what this looks like. But this is just who she was, confident, and so open about how much she cared for you as a friend. She doesn't just talk to you in the class you two share, she walks with you across campus to take you to your next one, you eat meals with her in the dining halls, she invites you to her ridiculously early gym sessions (which you sparingly went to), and you hang out with her at almost every free chance that you have. She's managed to weasel her way into every facet of your life, hers almost completely consuming yours. And who are you to be upset about it? It's not like you had that many friends to begin with.
-
That's why when Maki finally told you about him three months into your friendship, you couldn't stop the shock from bleeding onto your face. Not because you couldn't imagine her with a boyfriend, she's totally gorgeous so it'd actually surprised you when you first met that she never brought one up, no, it's just in all the time that you've known her, she'd never mentioned him once. Hell, you were even sitting in her apartment, and there was not even a trace that a man frequented the space. Looking down at the selfie she showed you, it was least a year or two old at that point. You took in a younger version of Maki with one of her rare genuinely happy smiles, and the boy she had her arm wrapped around, a gentle yet pleasant look on his face.
“So what do you think,” she had asked you back then. You weren't sure if she meant the whole secret boyfriend reveal, or his appearance.
Staring at the light blush on his cheeks that was visible even through the pixelated image, you go with the latter.
“He's cute,” you muttered, still distracted by the absurdity of it all.
What you didn't notice was the quirk of her eyebrow from where she was seated behind your shoulder.
-
The sweet visage that you gazed upon in the photo is nothing like the man sitting in front of you. He has been hardened by time, his hair longer, and dark bags gathered under his eyes. A hint of that boy —that warmth— shows up each time his gaze shifts back to Maki. But none for you. It's not like you can blame him.
You can only imagine what you look like to Yuta, some girl who spent more time with his girlfriend than he did. So much so to the point where it drew weird looks from people all around campus.
The longer you sit at this table, the more frightened you've become that he'd drop his collected attitude and make a scene for the whole restaurant to gawk at.
“So, what were you two talking about?"
Maki's voice carries through the short distance between the three of you. You say nothing for a moment, peeking up at Yuta, who also continues to stay silent, but his expression had notably warmed back into the expression that he always seems to wear around Maki. You dropped your head again in embarrassment ? shame?
“Nothing much.” He answers for the both of you.
The suspicion on Maki's face was evident as she peeks down at the way that your face is still tucked into your chest. She scoffs.
“Yeah, like I believe that.”
Because you haven't lifted your gaze you miss the look the two share, how Maki raises her eyebrows and he shrugs a bit, an amused smile lingering on his lips. She rolls her eyes once more, though Yuta can't miss the mirth swimming in her gaze.
“Not that I expected you two to have anything to talk about anyways.” At her point, you finally lift your gaze, completely unprivy to the silent conversation between the two.
“I mean, I am the only point of similarity, aren't I?” Your eyes meet hers at that, and you can see the humor there.
“Yeah, I mean, I guess so.” Emboldened by Maki's presence, you become brave enough to share your voice at the table, though you can't help the way your lips pull down into a pout. You pretend to ignore how the humored look in Maki's eyes become mirrored in Okkotsu's as he looks down at you.
“But now I'm ready to learn all about you.” Okkotsu confirms, like he hasn't been sizing you up the entire time that he's been sitting across from you. You swallow dryly as your gaze meets his, unable to completely decipher the look in them.
“There's not much about me to know,” you counter, feeling a bit like an animal in a trap. He hums, the look in his gaze as sharp as ever, fingering the straw in his soda. Your eyes track the movement.
“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”
~
For the week following that awkward first meeting with Okkotsu, you have taken to subconsciously distancing yourself from Maki. You can no longer ignore the how the outside perspectives of your friendship with Maki have begun to sink in. How on earth would you feel if your partner spent more time with their best friend than you? Doing all of the things with them that you would and should be able to do with them. Out of complete respect from Maki you've decided that maybe it's best that the two of you aren't so close anymore. Because that's why he had such a weird look in his face at the restaurant, right?
Your plan doesn't really work all that well. It doesn't work at all actually because Maki seems to know exactly what you were doing even before you had fully executed your plan.
After a Sunday of declining offers to hang out and study and eat, she's standing right outside of your final lecture of the day as you exit. You jump in surprise, although you really shouldn't. All things considered, this is normal behavior for her. What isn't normal are her furrowed brows and sharp glare as she zeros in on your figure.
You look behind you at the gaggle of students in the hall, weighing your chance of slipping away just from sheer embarrassment and partial fear (as you can distinctly recall the way Maki pummels down her opponents in rugby) when she steps right into your escape path.
She regards you with a stiff posture, and a single raised eyebrow.
“So you've just taken to ignoring me then?” A cold pearl of sweat rolls down your temple.
“What no!” You immediately attempt to appease her. The deep frown on her face details how unconvinced she is.
“It was just— I was just trying to—” You flounder, trying to simultaneously come up with a good excuse and avoid looking at the furrow deepening between her brows.
“Was it Yuta?” The mention of her boyfriend gives you pause. Your shoulders slump, adrenaline melting out of your body.
With a weak voice you surrender, “I just don't want to make him upset.”
A long second stretches between you as you stew in guilt, not even sure what it's fully directed towards. You jump as she barks out a laugh. You're know sure how what you said was funny, but Maki apparently thinks so, as a grin stretches across her face.
“That's probably the last thing you've done.” Your brows furrow in confusion.
“But at the restaurant he looked—”
“Yuta's an idiot, he's always been bad at expressing his feelings.” You have no idea how to even begin to answer that or to even think about the idea that Okkotsu didn't hate you. How else were you supposed to interpret that look that he gave you?
She doesn't let you stew in your uncertainty, wrapping her hand around your upper arm and pulling you down the hall.
You barely have to question where she is taking you, recognizing the path to her dorm like the back of your hand.
It's only once you she opens her door and recognize the second pair of shoes sitting just inside the doorway that you decide to say something.
“Maki wait, I don't know about this." You dig your heels into the floor just outside the threshold.
With her strength, however, you are barely even a hindrance.
“I told you, he doesn't care.”
You're not given another chance to object as she fully pulls you in. She calmly pulls off her boots, kicking them besides the pair you know to be Okkotsu's. You can't bring yourself to do the same, body tense as she walks further into the space, plopping herself onto the couch.
She looks over her shoulder at you, amusement curling the side of her lip as she gazes at where you anxiously linger besides the door.
“What are you waiting for?” You look at her, and peek around the living space once more like Okkotsu is going to jump out of nowhere to scare you.
Banishing the obviously irrational fear, you take a deep breath, finally pulling off your shoes to go sit beside her on the couch.
As you sit, her arm comes to rest behind your shoulders. Your back is rod straight, looking everywhere but where her green eyes scan your profile, unshrouded from the glasses that normally cover them.
The silence stretches between the two of you, unbroken by witty quips, bad jokes, or simple conversation like it normally would be. Instead, the incessant tick of the clock speaks for the both of you, and hyperaware, every click of the second hand digs deeper into your skin.
Her exhale barely brushes the skin of your exposed neck from where she's facing you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. She's waiting, content to watch you squirm. Knowing her, this is probably some sort of retribution for her. A revenge for how you dared to avoid her over the weekend.
Your gaze drops to your lap.
“Listen Maki, I'm—”
“I forgive you.”
Your head swivels to meet hers. Unable to fully make out the emotion floating in her gaze, aside from the way that she is almost looking through you.
You shake your head in disbelief. “But I'm—”
She holds up a hand to stop you.
“You were being stupid,” she shrugs, thinks for a second, then adds on, “like Yuta.”
Your lips purse at that.
“But if you ever decide to do something that stupid again." She stares deep into your eyes as her next words chill you to your core, “I can't promise that I'll be this forgiving again.”
You wordlessly nod, unable to say anything else.
But the moment passes, and so does the dark look in her eyes.
“So what do you want to watch then?” You're barely able to swallow the hard lump in your throat as you detach your gaze from hers. The shelf underneath the television is filled with rows of familiar cd cases. Perusing them carefully, trying to ignore the way that your pulse still hadn't settled both from Maki's threat and the invisible presence of Okkotsu you know to be lingering around the corner. That look Maki gaze you was one that you had seen before, but had not once been directed at you. At opponents on the rugby field, or drunk boys who thought you were an easy lay at parties? Yes, you had seen it all the time. But to have that look directed towards you, you're finally starting to understand why so many people turn the other way when they see her coming in the hallways. Pushing your thoughts to the back of your head, your gaze finally settles on one film. You go to voice your choice, when the presence that you've been dreading fills the threshold into the hallway.
Your voice dies in your throat as your gaze connects with Okkotsu's. A beat passes.
“So did you do it?" Maki's voice interrupts your staring contest. His gaze breaks from yours at he looks at her from where she's seated right beside you. He has nothing to say about her close proximity.
Your eyes find your fingers in your lap, as they so often do in his presence, completely missing the way a sly smile makes its way onto his face at your fidgety nature.
He hums in assent to Maki's question, making his way fully into the living room. You look up at the both of them, eyes flicking between the two, trying to understand the silent conversation.
Maki fills you in immediately. “We ordered takeout.” Your lips part in understanding as you nod.
“Don't worry,” there is a soft lilt to Okkotsu's voice as he speaks, but it doesn't do much to comfort you, “I made sure to get your favorite.”
The emphasis on the I is lost on no one in the room. But even then, your brain turns in circles, not fully wanting to process what possible insinuation he could be making.
He's making fun of you, you conclude. That must be it. Because any other option just can't be possible.
Okkotsu, who must be unknowing to your inner turmoil, sits calmly on your other side. Your muscles tighten as you realize that you are stuck between the two, a bunny ensnared in a trap.
“Have you decided what to watch yet?” Maki asks yet again. Finding an out, you almost leap from your chair as you dive for the cd shelf.
“Y-yeah,” the stutter betrays your nerve as you curse inwardly. You grab the first film you hand could reach, “I was thinking this one.” You sit back on your knees on the floor as you turn to show Okkotsu and Maki the film that you're holding.
Maki simply hums, her lack of rejection is agreement enough in itself.
“That's a good one,” Okkotsu offers. Your lips part.
“You know this movie?”
“Of course I do.” His eyes glitter, as you avert your gaze back down to the CD case that you're holding, finally reading the title. You know that he knows that you didn't actually look at the movie you picked. He was making fun of you, of course he was. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pull the disk out of its case before pushing it into the CD player. The once dark television screen comes to life to the disc player menu. You're unsettled by his agreeable attitude, though you're trying your hardest not to show it, knowing that you're probably failing spectacularly. Also, by knowing that the two of them are staring hard into your back, silently.
You clear your throat, pushing yourself to your feet as you move back to the only open spot on the couch—still stuck between the two of them. Your hands twist together in your lap, as you barely relax into the couch.
The next ten or so minutes go by just like that, in painful silence, at least for you. You can't even pretend to be entertained by whatever is going on the screen even though it's a film that in any other circumstance you would be enjoying. You're instead hyper focused on the brief passes of Maki's fingers over your exposed neck and the soft puffs air that gently brush your hair as Okkotsu exhales. There's an almost imperceptible brush of fingers on the side of your thigh that Okkotsu is sitting on. You tense as you feel it, he couldn't possibly be—
The moment is broken by the sharp raps on the door. The three of you look over at the same time. You take the moment to look down at where you were sure his hand was, but they're both now perched in his lap.
“That must be the food,” Okkotsu remarks. Maki hums in agreement.
You must have imagined it then.
“I'll get it then.” She's off the couch before you can voice an aversion at her leaving you with Okkotsu. She disappears into the short hallway that leads to the door. As soon as she does, Okkotsu turns his head to look at you instead. He says nothing for a moment before speaking.
“You can just call me Yuta, you know.” Your eyes dart to his. You can't exactly decipher the look on his face, but there must be enough of a question on yours, so he answers.
“Maki told me that you always refer to me as Okkotsu, so." The casualness, the simple familiarity of his name is something that you feel like you don't deserve. You don't even know if it's something that you fully want.
“No that's okay, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—”
“You're not making me uncomfortable,” he interrupts. “All my friends call me Yuta, and I want us to be friends too."
“..” Your brain lags like a faulty computer at his words, your lips unable to do anything except silently open and close from the lack of words able to form on your tongue. But Okkotsu Yuta smiles brightly at your tongue-tied disposition. His hand reaches over to where yours is still resting on your lap, just as his fingers brush the back of your hand, Maki announces her return with the food.
Yuta spares you one last warm glance before getting up to help her set the food out on the counter.
You stare at the spot where his fingers touched.
~
The bass of the sound playing over the loudspeakers vibrates your body. Your hands cling tighter to the red cup you have grasped between them. What drink was this, three maybe? Four? On top of the shots you and Maki took before leaving her apartment. You hate to admit that you've lost count. You hate even more to admit that you don't care that you've lost count. But this is what parties were for right? To let loose and let go of the incessant troubles that have been swarming your mind.
So yes, maybe you've been nothing but focused on your best friend, and her boyfriend, the two of them, like curses imprinted onto your mind and soul. You should be having fun, you should be, the music is good for once, and this particular cup of jungle juice is actually enjoyable. But thrum of the bass has started sloshing around the alcohol in your stomach and is making you feel pretty nauseous.
Where was Maki? She disappeared just a moment ago, pulled away by a mutual friend or teammate or something. You pout as you scan the crowd of sweaty bodies, none of the figures matching her silhouette.
A tap on your back interrupts your perusal, and you swivel, albeit clumsily, and a pair of unfamiliar hands come to steady you. Your eyes follow the hands up to a face your drunk mind can't place.
It's a boy. Another student you presume, and he grins at you, irregardless of the confused expression you know you're supplying.
“Hey, you're Maki's friend, right?” At the name of your best friend, you're sure you get even more confused and apprehensive at this stranger who still hasn't taken his hands off of you. You wordlessly nod. He grins even wider somehow.
“You're pretty cute you know.” You immediately tense at his words, trying to pull back and escape the situation. You vehemently wish that Maki will return at any moment, saving you from this too-forward stranger as she usually does. But she doesn't. And your drunken tongue is tangled in your mouth, trying to twist into words that appease the way you know men can become violent when rejected.
“Haha thanks but no," you laugh awkwardly as you continue trying to pull out of his hold, "I'm not interested.” Your rejection doesn't deter him, no. Instead, his grin grows into something slimy and foul. You can't predict the next words that come out of his mouth.
“Is it true then? Are you two and Maki lesbos for one another?”
Your body freezes in shock in result of his audacity, mind and mouth floundering for an answer. He pulls you even closer still, uncaring at the way you careen backwards, avoiding his face. At his proximity, you can smell the stench of alcohol coming off of him in waves. Your free hand pushes against his arm, though in your uncoordinated state, your strength is greatly depleted. Disgust swells through your body,
He leers at you. His body completely invading your space. “That doesn't matter to me though, I've always wanted to—” In just a second, the stranger's grip leaves your body and the wide expanse of someone's back fills your vision. You recognize the white jacket, you don't think you've seen Yuta not wear it when he's been outside like this. He's not touching you, but he's close enough to the point where you can feel the warmth of his body radiating through the cloth covering his back. After the chill of disgust that had previously overtaken your body, you can't help but be drawn to it.
Your attention is directed to the scoff of the stranger who is now separated by Yuta's body. You can't make out his face, but the stranger's expression is perfectly clear over Yuta's shoulder. His sneer almost splits his face in two as he stares into Yuta's face.
“Back off." The iciness of Yuta's tone shocks you, the timbre hostile to even you, who has been on the receiving end of his ire for weeks. But this is entirely different. Though you still can't see his face, a frost rushes through your body. And the stranger, whom you still don't know the name of, must feel exactly what you do, because at whatever expression Yuta is making, his own drops into something that you can only describe as fear. You're almost flabbergasted because Yuta, sweet to everyone Yuta except for you (with reason), has this guy a look away from pissing his pants. You're tempted to peak around to look, but before you're even able to, the stranger scoffs, raising his hands in surrender before fleeing.
The muscles in Yuta's back barely relax before he's turning to you, face already made up into his usual pleasant expression. Your eyes flicker from his face to the retreating back of stranger, lips attempting to form a sentence to make sense of what just happened.
“Are you okay?” Yuta's voice interrupts your attempt. His eyes are sincere, more sincere than you've ever think you've seen them before.
“Um,” you swallow, “yeah, I think so.” He nods in understanding.
“It was pretty scary though, right?” His voice is low as he asks, effortlessly sympathizing with you. Immediately the scene from only a moment ago floods back into you mind, along with the disgust and the fear and the shock. You nod, barely able to swallow past the lump in your throat.
“Yeah I-”, you swallow as Yuta waits patiently for you to finish your sentence, “I think I need to go outside." He nods once, and before you can say anything else, he's taking your hand and pulling you through the throng of sweaty college students.
Surprised by his haste, you immediately think of who you were waiting for, voicing your concern.
“Don't worry, I'll text her once we get outside,” he tells you from over his shoulder. You're not even sure how he heard you over the noise. He keeps going until he's pulled you through the kitchen and out the back door, past the group smoking around the firepit, around the corner to a secluded stretch of wall. Once Yuta stops, he turns to face you fully, and the nearby porch lights deepen the shadows on his face, presenting an almost frightening picture. You think back to the stranger who fled in the party, is this the version of Yuta that he saw? He shifts once, and the shadows move, dissipating the hallowed creature who had taken over his face.
“It's a lot easier to breath out here, yeah?” He asks, and you nod without even fully processing what he's said, still trying to reckon with the version of him that you didn't even know existed until now. He looks at you for a long moment, and for some reason, your heartbeat flutters rapidly in your chest, to the point where you're scared that he'll hear it. But he seems to find whatever he's looking for, and turns away to pull his phone out of his pocket.
Your heart continues to thrum as you look at Yuta's side profile. In your drunken mind, you're able to admit things that you would never dare to otherwise entertain. Like the fact that he's quite cute. Your fist tightens at the thought, red plastic crinkling beneath it. Your gaze drops in surprise at the cup you didn't even realize you were still holding. You peak past it's rim, swirling the red concoction around, the funneling liquid entrancing your mind, reflecting the swirling thoughts that continue to consume you. Maki who acts way more than a best friend should. Maki who acts like your whole relationship is nothing weird to her. Maki who spends more time with you than her own boyfriend Yuta. Yuta protecting you against that guy. Yuta looking out for you. Yuta saying that he wants to be your friend. Yuta wanting to learn all about you. Yuta who was quite frankly confusing the fuck out of you, because he was supposed to hate you, and Maki who doesn't seem to notice his strange behavior. Looking down at the swirling liquid, the words leave you before you're able to stop them.
“You can stop now,” the filter of embarrassment that normally twists your tongue in front of Yuta has been significantly weakened by the alcohol running through your veins.
He pockets his phone as his eyebrow raises at your uncharacteristic outburst and the way you fully pout at him.
“How do you mean?”
You scoff, leaning back against the wall you've been leaning on. You swish your drink around its plastic cup, the sound filling the space between you.
“Pretending to like me for Maki's sake.” For some reason you're hyperaware of his cologne, the soft and musky scent floating between the two of you, gently coaxing you to keep talking. You almost loath to admit how much it's influencing you, its power almost as strong as the liquor. Your gaze breaks from his then, looking down into your cup at the murky red liquid. “I know you hate me, I mean it's not like I can blame you, I spend so much time with your girlfriend, if I were in your shoes I would hate me too, I understand—” the soft brush of fingers against your temple interrupt you. Your eyes jump to where Yuta has considerably closened, and in the drunken haze of your mind you can barely perceive the look in his eyes nor how he has basically cornered you against the wall.
He continues to silently gaze at you as his fingers continue their path across your face. You can feel the gentle scrape of his callouses, no doubt from his years as the goalie of the school's soccer team. Your lips part in question.
“Your hair was in your face,” he calmly supplies, “I want to see you as you explain how much I hate you.”
Heat immediately floods your face at his accusation. Also, at the warmth of his palm still on the left the side of your face. You want to duck your face at how deeply he's studying you, but his grip allows for no such movement.
Your drunken bravado still provides you no shame, however.
“See, this is what I mean!” You shrug off his hand then, but still stubbornly look into his eyes. “You always have these like, these like, quips or whatever.” You can't help the way your eyes haze over with a sheen of tears, the weeks of embarrassment and mortification finally starting to take their toll on your psyche. Yuta watches closely as they glitter. “And they always make me feel so bad about everything.” The final words slurring together because of your blood-alcohol level, and the way that your throat forms a lump in your distress.
You almost want to smack yourself at losing it like this in front of the one person that you probably shouldn't have. You sniffle, willing the tears down, but they don't obey as one slides down your cheek. The path is obstructed, however, by Yuta, who has come even more closer to wipe it off.
You have to tilt your head back to look into his eyes. And although there are about a few thousand warning sirens going off in your head, in your inebriated state for some reason you can only focus on his eyes. The dark blue, that in this light almost seems black, or, you notice, could be because his pupils have almost completely swallowed the midnight shade.
Is he on something? You can't help but think. Maybe alcohol like you, or some other recreational drug you know is floating around the party. A soft chuckle interrupts your pondering, and you zone back into Yuta who has begun to carefully caress your cheek with the thumb he used to wipe the tear. Heat floods into the skin underneath his thumb.
“I don't hate you,” he carefully remarks, like he's waiting for you to understand something. But you can't, at least not right now, because all you can notice is the soft smile that has made its way onto his face. The same smile that was in that photo Maki showed you forever ago that you called cute. The same smile that so many people have received from him. But not you. Never you. Until now.
Several things happen all at once.
Conflicting thoughts clash in your head.
Yuta's eyes twinkle.
Something rotten turns in your stomach.
The breath from his lips softly ghosting over yours.
Maki walks from around the corner, finally.
She pauses at the scene in front of her. Your head swivels, fear entangling itself with the knot already churning in your gut. Yuta goes to say something, his hand still holding your face.
You turn and empty your stomach on the grass between the three of you.
~
The humiliation of vomiting in front of Maki and Yuta follows you the morning after. Even though the both of them tried to placate you after the fact, the humiliation stays, seeped deep into your bones.
And beyond that, Yuta's revelation continues to consume your thoughts.
“I don't hate you.”
And the way it almost felt like he was going to kiss you?
Because what do you say to those things? How to make sense of the way he had acted the first time you met?
You can't. Or you don't want to at least.
And you can't pull another disappearing act because the week after the party, Yuta has made it his personal mission to show up every where he knows you'll be.
You don't think much of it at first.
At 11am the morning after the party, a knock rings out through your tiny one bedroom. You lay in bed for a moment hoping that the person will go away, thinking they have a wrong address. A moment passes before another knock rings out, and you groan, barely having enough energy and coordination to pull yourself out of bed. Your stomach lurches as soon as you're standing upright, the hangover nausea not at all agreeing with you.
But you pull yourself together, treacherously trekking to the front door, pulling it open without checking who is through the keyhole first. You open your mouth ready to curse the person out for making you move in your state when the words die on your lips at the fact that it's Yuta standing right outside of your door.
“Oh,” you say weakly, “hi Yuta.”
He smiles brightly, so much so it's almost too much for you at what you consider to be an early hour.
“Good morning!”
Still thoroughly confused at his presence, you slowly blink, looking past him, scanning the hallway on either side of him.
Wordlessly understanding you in the way that he's good at, he responds to your apparent confusion.
“Maki's not here, it's just me.”
Looking back at him, confusion only deepening the furrow in your brow.
“..but I asked her to give me your address, I brought this for you!” He raises the plastic bags in either hand that you didn't realize he was holding, slightly waving them back and forth.
“Oh!” You lean closer to make out the shapes of what you know to be to-go containers in the bags.
He smiles, confirming your assessment.
“I brought you some food for your hangover.”
You blush at the reminder of vomiting all over the grass in front of him and Maki.
Wincing, you go to apologize in the way that you did multiple times the night before.
Before you can, Yuta shakes his head, dismissing it.
“It's okay it happens—”
“—I know but—"
“— how about you accept this as forgiveness then?” He raises the food once more. You look between the bags and him, your stomach continuing to churn.
“… are you sure?” The question leaves you after much pause.
He eyes crescent as he smiles again, “of course!” You pause again, still guilty as what you still see as generosity you don't deserve. At your hesitance, he pushes the bags out to you, almost forcing them into your arms.
You look down at what you're now sure is bags full of food. The unmistakable waft of shijimi miso soup floats up to your nose.
You look back at Yuta, a thousand and one questions all over your face.
He gives you no response.
Instead he smiles brightly, the one you're still not used to receiving and calmly turns to walk back down the hall.
You stare listlessly at his retreating back.
~
Yuta seems to pop up everywhere after that. Outside of your classes, in the library, waiting for you outside of your apartment with an umbrella when it's raining, in his car when your studying runs late. You startle when you realize after the fifth appearance or so that he's basically replaced Maki. Showing up where you'd be expecting to see her.
You try really hard to not think too much about it. He is just putting in the effort to be your friend right? And Maki is giving him the space to do so.
That's what you figure.
But it doesn't explain the other times that you though you caught a glimpse of Yuta. In moments that you couldn't exactly explain.
Moments where you could swear you see a flash of that familiar coat out the corner of your eye when you're shopping. Or trailing you on walks back from late night runs to your corner store. And in the worst and possibly most unexplainable moment, in the back of the restaurant where you got stood up on a date. Your eyes definitely must have been playing a trick on you then in your distress. Why would Yuta be in the location of your date that you didn't even dare to tell Maki about? It was impossible.
~
So much so that you try your hardest not to ponder on it when Maki invites you over for your next movie night. As your eyes pass over the familiar white sneakers by the door, you also try your hardest not to think back to the last movie night, and the ghostly touch you could have sworn was Yuta.
Your eyes fall on Maki and Yuta already perched comfortably on the couch, Maki sprawled in her usual fashion, Yuta politely, but still comfortably sat. But you can't miss the gap between them, left for no one else but you.
Their conversation ceases as they spot you, Maki's lips already curling up into that familiar curl.
She pats the spot between the two of them.
"Come sit, you're late." If you hadn't've been back-and-forth for twenty minutes debating whether or not to come you're sure you would've been on time.
"Sorry," you supply sheepishly, "my assignment took me longer than normal."
You catch the way they share an almost impercievable look. Your skin prickles, there's no way they could know you were lying.
It's Yuta who speaks next, and your eyes jump to his figure as he nods down to the food spread on the table.
"That's alright, we made sure to get your favorites."
His smile is soft, gentle. Almost too much so for the way you can see how his muscles are corded tight underneath that ever present white jacket.
You force a smile across your face.
"Of course, thank you."
A long second passes as they both stare at you, waiting.
Your skin prickles.
You swallow, moving to sit between the two of them. These are your friends, there's no reason to be nervous.
Sinking down in the cushions, you will yourself to relax as you settle.
Maki moves first, reaching out to a bottle of sake resting on the table. The lid cracks open as she pours three shots.
She wordlessly hands one to each of you, and you will the tremor out of your hand as you take yours.
She raises her shotglass, her eyes twinkling at her next words.
"To strong friendships." A long moment passes as her and Yuta look at you, waiting for you to bring the glass to your lips, a tension you can't name crackling in the space between.
In your state, you probably should want to be sober. But with the way paranoia and fear and hesitation has taken over your life since you met Yuta, you can't but want one night with them where you're not second guessing everything you say or think.
Yuta grins and Maki whoops as you bring the glass to your lips.
One bottle quickly turns into two. Two blurs into three. Assisted by the way Maki and Yuta continue to pour you shots, eventually in your haste to drink away the weird feeling you were having about the two of them, you start to feel like you're floating with the amount of alcohol you've consumed.
You don't know what you're giggling about, but the bubbly bursts of laughter won't cease.
"What's so funny sweet girl?" Maki's hand sweeps the hair off your shoulder so that she can look at Yuta across the couch from where you've ended up in her lap.
Not an unfamiliar position exactly, you could recall moments pre-Yuta when you didn't think twice about sitting with her like this, but if you were sober you'd feel more shame about how you're sinking into her strong figure.
You shrug, muttering, "I dunno." Though the drunken smile still has not left your lips.
A soft smile lingers on Yuta's mouth, from his close proximity to you on the couch, notably closer than he was earlier. You can feel the heat of his thigh from where it just barely brushes yours.
"Is that so?" His question floats between the two of you.
You hum your assent, though your lips turn down into a pout at the idea that they're making fun of you, the question immediately flowing from you.
Yuta's smile deepens, as you feel Maki's body bounce underneath you in restrained laughter.
"Of course not sweetheart," Yuta replies first, creeping ever closer to you, his hands now ghosting over your ankles, the sensation barely processing in your hazed mind.
"Then why are you laughing at me?" You pout. Yuta glances over your shoulder, and you miss the conversation that flows between them in that one look.
You jump at the feel of Maki's lips pressed right under your ear.
"Because you're so cute." She whispers, the sensation sending shivers right down your spine.
Your brain struggles to process, connecting Maki's words to the way her lips continue pressing soft pecks down the side of your neck.
"Wha-what?"
"Come on." Her lips brush your skin as she talks. "Don't act you didn't know."
"I don't—" Your mind lags, shock freezing your body. Her hands sweep up your leg, goosebumps trailing in their wake.
"I mean, friends don't act the way we act." She laughs, this time the bounce of her body making you acutely aware of the way her hips are tightly pressed into yours.
Her hands continue their path, reaching the hem of your already short skirt. Instinctively, your legs push together to halt her path, though her strong arms make quick work of pushing them apart.
"None of that now." Her hands finding exactly what she was looking for— the embarrassingly damp seat of your panties. You gasp as her fingertips brush over the wet fabric, fingertips pushing into the crevice of your most intimate part.
"You were never just a friend to me." Her nose nudges deeper into the flesh on your neck, shivers racing down your back as she breaths you in. "And I know that I'm not to you either."
"Maki I-"
"Don't lie." Her fingers sleuth up the material, electric pulses racing down your back as she finds the bundle of nerves. Tightly rubbing slow circles, your breath shakes on its escape.
"You're my best friend right?"
Your answer is immediate even in the tsunami of complicated feelings.
"Of course!"
"Then you'll let us do this."
You jump at the feeling of wet lips pressed into your ankle, almost completely haven forgotten about the other person in the room.
Your eyes shoot down to where Yuta is crouched over your leg, pressing wet kisses to the slope of your leg. A deep breath escapes you at the feel of his tongue swirling around the skin with each press of his lips.
"I was wondering when you were going to make a move." Maki remarks, her fingers persisting in their slow circles, your body temperature raising with each pass.
"Didn't—." He interrupts himself with another kiss like he couldn't dare part with your soft skin, this one in the middle of your calf, lifting your leg to reach the area. "—want to interrupt your moment". Your skin heats as more of your crotch is revealed to the room, conditioned air cooling your damp center.
"I'm surprised you lasted that long, knowing how long you've wanted this." You can feel the way Maki's lips lift into a smirk at her words.
Even in the onslaught of pleasure, her words are enough to give you pause.
"What?"
She laughs once more, her own leg kicking Yuta who groans at the sensation.
"He's had such a pathetic crush on you since I've showed you his picture." She admits shamelessly.
He pants up your leg, not at all deterred by what would otherwise be an embarrassing revelation.
"How long ago was that?" She asks the room, her lips connect to your neck, electric pulses racing down your body collecting in your cunt, the fabric of your panties ever darkening by the actions of the two.
"A few months?"
Cold water douses your being at the revelation, unable to withhold the gasp that escapes. In perfect synchronicity, the two moan, mistaking your surprise with pleasure.
"Maki you're embarrassing me." Yuta mutters against your skin.
She sneers. "You can't be embarrassed, imagine having a crush on my best friend. You're lucky I'm even sharing her."
"And I'm so lucky that you are." He breathes out against your skin, his lips now on the inside of your thighs, pushing the soft flesh apart to make more skin accessible to him.
He sucks and nips, printing deep bruises into the flesh, each one releasing little sparks that ever cloud your brain.
Though you barely react, the revelation circles through your brain. So that means the weird feelings you were picking up weren't him hating you, but the complete opposite.
"But I thought you hated me?" Your voice barely loud enough to breach the heavy atmosphere between the three of you. His head raises at the question, his dark pupils almost completely swallowing the navy of his eyes, just like that night at the party.
"I already told you." His words remind you again of that night. "I can't hate you. Not when you—" His sharp inhale interrupts whatever confession was at the tip of his tongue, whole body sinking into the couch as Maki pushes the rest of your skirt out of the way to bare you to his gaze.
Most importantly to the way Maki's fingers still patiently, and as much as you don't want to admit it, painfully keep their slow pace. Enough to continue to rile you up, but not nearly enough to push you over the edge.
You squirm under her administrations and the way Yuta stares down at the damp fabric, and Maki's circling finger.
He's so close you can feel the warm exhale of his pants, though he makes no move to get closer, absolutely frozen in lust.
"God he's so pathetic for you isn't he?" Maki addresses you this time. "I should be jealous that he's so attracted to you like this but I get it." With each line, her circles get harder and harder, the combined weight and friction against the cotton zipping through your veins. You whimper at the finally rising pleasure, and the more you react, the more Yuta does, his back rising and falling quicker and quicker as his breath picks up.
"It's so hot." She finishes, her mouth raising into a grin against your throat.
"Watch this."
You and Yuta moan out at the same time as Maki's fingers make unrestricted contact on your clit, in a split second after having pulled your panties to the side. The feeling immediately amplified by the raw feeling. She moans out against your neck as her fingers coat in the slick steadily pouring out of you.
"Look at him," she whispers, and you focus on the way Yuta is shaking, muscles barely restrained. "You can touch her Yuta." At her command, his hand comes up to hover over your cunt, not fully touching, reverently hovering like he still can't believe you're right in front of him.
"He can touch you, right baby?" Your back arches in her hold as she nuzzles your clit between her middle and index finger, successfully emptying out your mind aside from the pleasure she is giving you.
"Yes," you breath into the air, forgetting the weeks of weirdness and discomfort, only wanting more.
At your approval, Yuta finally makes contact, fitting his fingers underneath Maki's, carefully sliding though your silken folds. He moans at the feeling, entranced by the way you coat his fingers. Dazed, he pulls the fingers up that were tracing you, and slowly puts them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them.
He moans at the taste, entire body wracking with shivers.
He looks up at you once more, not a single speck of his blue eyes present with the way his irises have been blacked out.
He's muttering something, quick in rapid succession, and you're barely able to make out the "i'm sorry I have to I have to" before he licks deeply into the folds of your cunt.
"Yuta!" The shout jumps out of your throat, back arching into Maki's.
Your thighs snap shut around his head, though his hands wrap around them, forcing them apart. He groans into you, tongue ferocious against you like he wants to taste all of you at the same time.
Your skin heats with the downright filthy noises that he's producing, slurping your wetness into his eager mouth. His adam apple bobs with each swallow, pushing closer until his nose bumps where Maki's fingers are still rubbing your slit.
"How is she baby?"
"So good." Yuta's voice vibrates against you, barely lifting his head to respond and you moan at the sensation.
Your legs jump as his tongue presses into you, reaching deep into your wet cavern. A full body tremor takes over him as he feels the way your pussy squeezes his tongue. Electricity zips up your spin as he finds your spot, your moans rising in pitch and volume, pleasure taking over your body.
Maki grins, lips stretching over your cheek.
"He found it didn't he?" You nod, squeezing your eyes shut at the barrage of feeling.
"No, no baby." She uses her free hand to tap your cheek, bringing you back to the scene between the three of you. "Stay with us. Look at him. He's wanted this for so long." Your eyes flitter back down to where Yuta moves himself as close as possible, pushing your hips up, effectively folding you to provide the best angle for access to your cunt.
You don't have the mental space to even process what Maki is saying, as Yuta takes the new position to push his tongue into your g-spot, heat building and rushing underneath your skin building into something you can barely process.
Your breath shudders as Maki continues rubbing, swirling that little button, lubricated by the rush of sweet liquid that continues rushing out of you with their dual assault. Yuta inside of you, Maki on the outside, attacking you from the same spot.
Your abdomen tightens as you climb higher and higher, to the precipice of the greatest force of pleasure that you've felt in your entire life. Even in your haze, you can't ignore the way Yuta's hips grind down into the plush of the couch, like he's unaware that he's even doing it. You also can't ignore the way Maki's breath shudders as her hips swivel into your ass perched on her lap, invigorated by your mutual pleasure.
"That's it baby," she pants, "just a little more."
You whimper, body trembling as you leak down Yuta's chin, darkening the couch fabric. Sensing your peak, Maki doubles down, fingers speeding up to the point to where they're almost vibrating, Yuta basically fucking you with his tongue, nailing that spot inside of you with each pass.
You curse into the air, one hand grabbing onto Maki's arm, the other sliding into Yuta's sweat-dampened hair, gripping for dear life.
"I-I-" your voice breaks as you're thrown off the cliff, back arching and vision whiting out in your climax.
Maki and Yuta fall with you, simultaneous moans echoing through the apartment as they release into their underwear.
Your mind floats back down the earth, barely tethered by the way the two still hold onto you.
You come to, twitching with overstimulation as Yuta kitty licks your cunt, like he's cleaning off his plate after a meal. You use the hand in his hair to try to push him off, whining, though he tightens his grip like he can't dare to part from you.
"Yuta please," you whimper. He doesn't respond, only whining himself.
Maki intervenes, her hand landing over you, to help. At her touch, he obeys, detaching his mouth from you, though it immediately comes up to yours.
You can taste yourself on him, the tanginess of your essence passing onto your tongue. As string of spit connects the two of you, as Maki pulls him away from you into her mouth.
You should be embarrassed as the heat that pulses through you at the sound of their lips smacking beside your ear.
Maki moans as she detaches from him.
"You taste so good." She turns your head for her turn to kiss you, her soft lips covering yours as she licks into your mouth. You can't stop the moan you breath into her mouth.
As Maki kisses you, you also can't stop the flow of memories that take over your mind, subconsciously mourning what you assumed was only friendship with the girl.
Maki interrupts your pondering as in a split second, as she slides out from under you, trading spots with Yuta, manhandling your limp body into a position that she wants.
His head is upside down as he smiles at you. "I told you we'd be the best of friends by the time this was over." A shiver races down you as the truth you tried to fool yourself out of thinking has finally laid itself bare between the three of you.
You can't do anything to stop Maki as she fully pulls your panties from your body.
Your half lidded eyes gaze up at her, as her mouth stretches into a grin above you.
"It's my turn now." She lowers herself into a position that perfectly mirrors Yuta's earlier one. "After all you both should be thanking me."
Her lips connect with your swollen cunt, and your back arches into the air.
a/n: my first long fic! and my first long smut piece ahhh! pls let me know if it's ass. this fic took me wayyy too long to write, so i hope yall enjoy!
-mdni. all characters aged up, dividers by @uzmacchiato, art by @/atktmtm on X.
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⋆.˚ synopsis: word has been spreading around that there'll be a new teacher at jujutsu tech highschool—you! excited to finally fulfill your dream of teaching and nurturing the next generation of sorcerers, you're ready to give it your all. your co-worker satoru gojo however, doesn't seem too thrilled at the idea of having (what he assumes to be) a spy for the higher-ups hovering over him all the time. but the more he gets to know you, the more of his expectations you completely shatter. and he can't help but find himself intrigued...
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── sunshine!reader: bright, optimistic, and hardworking, a real bucket of sunshine. grade one sorcerer who was approved to teach by the higher-ups. people tend to underestimate you because of your kindhearted nature and easygoing attitude, but you're quite strong.
── satoru gojo: overworked, exhausted, and still being expected to shoulder the world's responsibilities, gojo doesn't have the time nor the interest in playing ice-breaker with his new co-worker who probably won't last a week.
⋆.˚ tags: sfw, smau/chatfic + actual text, strangers to friends to lovers, bantering and competitiveness, fluff, happy ending, canon universe
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
summary: your life was perfect… perfect boyfriend (an impending proposal) perfect life, until it all comes crashing down. your scummy boyfriend leaves you for Harvard Law school?? saying he needs someone “less” blonde and more serious in his future :| guess you’ll just have to go to Harvard law to get him back! shouldn’t be that hard right? only now he’s engaged?! and you happen to meet a very handsome TA who happens to also be so so sooo dreamy and sweet…
pairing: emmet!hiromi x elle!reader
word count: 13.5k roughly…
content: MDNI, legally blonde au! fem!reader, mentions of female anatomy, minimal use of y/n, blonde/slightly ditzy reader kinda, he falls first she falls harder trope, slow burn, lots of world building, lots of unnecessary dialogue, bad academia mentioned sorry xx, naoya cameo (sorry), some canon divergence bc i say so, vivian is the fiancé bc I’m not subjecting any jjk girlies to him, fluff, some terms of endearment (sweetheart, honey, baby), eventual smut, !! dry humping, piv, handjob, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected piv (be safe), creampie, belly bulge, multiple positions?
extra: art credits - @mizuart_bolillo @hunnismokah
18+ minors no not interact!
Everything about tonight is perfect, it has to be. Perfectly curated date dress (this is the date, it has to be perfect). Dress pink and sparkly, hugging your figure just right. Spaghetti straps. Short hem hugging the plump curve of your ass. Skin tight perfection, accentuating every curve. A borderline scandalous v neck. Glitzy strappy pink heels, elongating your legs juuusst right. Oh, of course perfectly voluminous hair (not a curl out of place). And the finishing touch… the makeup you’d spent hours perfecting. The exact shade of lipgloss he likes, plump and pink. The prettiest pink blush… volumising lashes! to create that pretty doe eyed fluttery look. Everything about you tonight was thought out with him in mind. What he likes.
Oh, and of course the restaurant he’d picked was just perfect! Apparently Madonna dines here! There are these gorgeous warm toned fairy lights twinkling throughout the space. Gentle piano music played somewhere nearby. Round tables covered with cloud white tablecloths. Candles and rose vases are centered on every table. It’s just so romantic! This is the perfect proposal destination. The place is packed tonight, other couples nearby enjoying each other's quiet company. It’s a gentle atmosphere filled with quiet conversations, flushed cheeks and adoring looks.
Of course he’d choose such a romantic place to propose! He’d waited long enough… The anticipation is just eating you up. He just had lunch with his grandma for Christ's sake! She flew in! Obviously to hand deliver the ring (how thoughtful). 4 years together and now it’s finally time. It’s been bliss. Especially lately he’s been attached at the hip. Never without his hands on you. It’s honestly been a bit exhausting, but of course he’s been more affectionate… what else would a man do before he proposes. You’re just the picture of the perfect couple. Respective presidents of your sorority/frat. Typical white picket fence couple, collage sweethearts to be. It’s just so cliche but you wouldn’t want it any other way! And all of your girls just knew a proposal was on its way! They’ll want to see the ring later tonight.
It’s not until you’ve had your fill of the wine, mind pleasantly hazy. Meal nearly done. When finally he starts talking, a smug grin on his face. “Pooh bear, there’s something important I want to talk to you about… one of the reasons I wanted to come here tonight was to discuss our future.” Your lashes flutter, straightening up. Pushing your shoulders back, internally grinning when his gaze flickers down to your exposed plump chest. Locking in to this moment, this is it! “I am perfectly amenable to that discussion.” Fingers curling under your chin, staring directly into his eyes.
“Good. Well, you know how we’ve been having all kinds of fun lately?”, nodding along, “Yes.”
“It’s about time I start getting serious about my life. I’m going to Harvard Law in the fall and… it’s about time I started thinking about settling down. My family expects it of me.” Tears start to sprinkle your waterline, palms turning clammy, chest exploding with butterflies, massive smile slowly taking over your glossed lips. Answer at the ready.
“I plan on running for office one day. So If I’m going to be a senator by the time I’m thirty I need to stop dicking around. And well if I’m going to be a senator… I need to marry a Jackie. Not a Marylin.” A record screeches to a halt somewhere in the distance. Wait what? Your brows slowly start to crease, smile faltering. That doesn’t make sense, this isn’t how you start a proposal… What does that even mean? Heart stuttering in your chest.
“Naoya… what are you talking about?” Confusion lacing your tone, head tilting, bouncy curls following.
“I’m talking about us Pooh bear, you know I love you but I need to start planning for my future and what my family expects of me.” Sly grin turning his face from one you recognise to something foreboding.
“Wait, what is this? Are you not proposing?” Your glossy lips turn down completely now. Breath caught in your throat.
“Oh Pooh bear, I can’t marry you…” he drawls. Faux frown on his face, voice laced with condescension. “You’re not serious marriage material. We’ve had fun together but my family would never let me marry someone like you. You’re not serious marriage material. You were just some fun before all the responsibilities and expectations I’ll have at Harvard.” He finishes. Not an ounce of remorse or regret in his cruel words. Just smug indifference. That makes you pause. Heart literally shattering into a million pieces.
“Someone like me? Not serious marriage material?! What is going on… are you- are you seriously dumping me?” Voice raising slightly coming out broken. Now the tears really start. 4 years. 4 perfect years together and he decides you’re not serious enough for him! It was just some fun. What the fuck is happening right now.
Sobs start leaving erratically now. Shoulders jumping with their impact. Mascara streaking down your previously perfectly done face… and to make things worse people start looking at the very obvious scene unfolding. Stares filled equally with pity and disgust. Dumping you at a romantic restaurant. Seriously!?
“So what! Am I too blonde? Are my boobs too big?!” You burst out between sobs. Trying miserably to make sense of his drastic change of mind.
“Oh pooh bear… shhh don’t cry please. Let’s not make a scene.” He’s looking around at the other people in the restaurant skeptically as he tries to reason with you.
“Bad salad.” He says to the couple at the table next to you.
Stumbling up from your seat you snatch your purse and all but burst out of there, tugging on the hemline of your dress trying not to trip over your own feet. The only thought going through you right now is to get out of here as quickly as you can. Before you break down completely on the sidewalk.
A few minutes later you’re sniffling as you walk (limp) down the street, a car slows down by you and without looking you know who it is. Turning slightly and there he is. Arm hanging over the side of that stupid convertible daddy probably paid for, lips pulled down in a cruel frown. Eyes swirling with mirth.
“Cmon Pooh bear, let me take you home.”
“No.”
“Cmon you’ll ruin your shoes…” Honestly you would just walk if it weren’t… 30 minutes away, and he is right… in these shoes? So reluctantly you nod.
The silence stretches broken every now and then by your sniffles. Upon arrival at Delta Nu, you can’t even look at him. Just sniffling quietly trying to control your sobs until you’re alone. You’re ruining your makeup!
“Look Pooh bear, I wish this wasn’t how it had to be. You know how I feel about you. But I have to marry someone serious, smart, elegant… and you’re just not that.” Okay ouch. The undermining is astounding. Who is he to say you’re not smart or serious or elegant!
You can’t even say anything to him right now so you just leave. By the time you’re at the door he’s already gone.
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The state your poor room has succumbed to over the past few days is downright deplorable. Curtains blocking out any natural form of light. The only illumination you’ve been receiving comes from glaring tv across from you. The floor looking like a tornado of chaos and dirty tissues has swept through your space. Chocolate wrappers cover your bed among the fluffy blankets and old clothes, creating a safe cocoon for your borderline malnourished person to rot away in. Watching sappy romcoms probably wasn’t the best idea… “Cmon babe you’ve gotta get up, let’s go do something! Why don’t we go shopping or… get our nails done? That always cheers you up!” Some of your girls have been trying to get you out of your room for days now… you just shake your head and sink deeper into the plush mess you’re moulded to.
“I don’t feel like shopping or manicures right now… I just want Noaya back.” Sobs erupting again. You try to ignore the sympathetic frowns thrown your way. A clean tissue presented to you. You were with him for 4 years. Your most susceptible years. Of course this hurts. How can you not be serious enough for him after 4 years… Why did he need a Jackie and not a Marylin? And! Who’s to say you’re not a Jackie!
Brows furrowed you’re picking at chocolates covering you again, only taking small bites of each. Because that means it doesn’t count! How can you be serious enough for him? You seriously like shopping! And your girls and of course bruiser! Regardless. You don’t have much time to get Naoya back… he’ll be heading off to Harvard in the fall. If only you could go with him. It would be so fun. Wait… That’s it! You just have to go with him! Both girls gasp as you suddenly spring up out of your bed. Hair sticking in every direction, crazed smile taking over your face, eyes wide as saucers.
“I know how to get him back! I just have to go to Harvard with him?!” Honestly this is the best idea you’ve had in a while! Your girls look stunned. Both speechless at your outburst and… confused. “How are you going to do that..?” Uncertainty lacing their intermingling voices.
“I just have to get into Harvard law before graduation, should be easy enough!” You’ve got a 4.0GPA and a dream. Who cares if your grades are from all your fashion classes…
The next few months of your life are full of studying. No more parties… no more distractions. You’re more dedicated than you’ve ever been before. Often exhausted from the long… torturous hours of reading, but it’s all for a good cause! Your professors have all seemed so surprised with your newfound tenacity… and an interest in Harvard? You aren’t sure why. What is so surprising about someone realising they want to attend an Ivy League institution… All that’s left to do is submit your Harvard video essay and absolutely smash that LSAT! And if you do say so yourself that video essay was perfect! It really makes an impression. Featuring an incredible shot of you in your tiniest bikini…
“Aaand done. Pencil down.” This is it! your practice test for the LSAT and thank god your girls are being so helpful! Timing you to the exact second you’ll need to be done. “…143. I’m sorry babe but you need a 175 to pass…” the solemn looks around don’t deter you. You just need to study harder before the real thing!
“It’s here!!! Where is she?” All the yells and chatter downstairs have your ears perking up. Descending the stairs you see… all your girls huddled around holding something? A letter. The letter. The LSAT results!
Perfect 179… you’re going to Harvard!!
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The campus is so cute! Georgian brick architecture. Gorgeous fall leaves cascading from the surrounding oak. The joy is clear on your face to any passing students, your grin magnetic. Your outfit is perfectly pink. Hair bouncing as you sashay up the stairs of your new home. This is going to be so fun!
“Bruiser, how do I look?” Twirling in front of your pup showing him your perfectly curated outfit for your first day. Hair is up in a bouncy pony, cascading strands framing your face. Makeup flawless. Glossy lips. Smart flannel patterned blazer. Dark pencil skirt hugging plush thighs. Smart heels. And some fake tortoiseshell glasses you found that complete the whole smart lawyer to be look!
Squinting up at the bulletin board. Okay so it’s actually hard to see in these glasses… “Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me?” Turning to see Naoya. The shock is evident on his face. After a moment his gaze turns from incredulous to drags up and down your form, lingering on your chest.
“No, silly. I go here!” You’re all smiles and excitement upon seeing him again. This is just so perfect now you’ll get back together and everything will be perfect again. His eyes blow wide and his mouth gapes. “You? You go here. Harvard?” He sounds stunned… tone unbelieving. But that’s probably because he wasn’t expecting to see you!
“Mhm! Isn’t this so great! We’ll get to see each other all the time.” Your eyes twinkle up at him, smile gleaming. Expecting him to be happy you’re here. “This must be a mistake. There’s no way you could get into Harvard Law.” He all but sneers at you. Not at all excited to see you… it seems the opposite. That makes you frown, this is not a mistake. You got in because of your own hard work!
“What. Like it’s hard?” Head tilted girlishly. Gracing him with a smile he doesn’t really deserve right now. He blanches at you, absolutely speechless. You’re just about to start up again when a hand slithers over his shoulder… a hand adorning a very massive diamond ring on it. Then she comes into view. Brunette. Preppy. Kind of plain. She’s wearing a tight smile as she squeezes her claws into his shoulder. “Who’s this?” Eyes narrowed at you.
“Oh this is a friend from collage…” he offers quickly. What. The. Fuck. A friend?! Not the girl you were with intimately for 4 years up until very recently!
“This is Vivian… my Fiancè.” The world stops. Fiancé? Your mouth gapes eyes tracing between them urgently, surely this is a joke. He couldn’t have moved on that quick… could he? It’s only been a few months.
“O-oh well that’s great! I’ve gotta get going, I don't want to be late on my first day.” Yeah fuck that you need to get out of there. Turning and strutting away with as much dignity as you could muster right now. Forcing the tears back. Let’s just focus on getting through the day and then later you can wallow in self pity…
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Stumbling out into the open courtyard you spot a few benches near a big old oak tree, all but collapsing onto it. Bursting into tears your shoulders shake as you bury your head into your hands. Small sniffles leave you. Okay maybe Harvard is going to be harder than you first thought… On top of the crappy day you’re already having, your professor decided to chew you out in front of the whole class! How are you expected to just know things? On the first day? You’re here to learn! A smooth masculine voice cuts through your internal turmoil like a beaming light.
“Excuse me. Are you okay?” Tear streaked face turning toward the voice. You open your mouth to reply and oh! Oh wow… Next to you is a man. Very tall. Lean. Broad shoulders. Long legs. Wearing a mouth-wateringly frame flattering dark suit. His hair is gorgeous. Short, well-kept, dark chocolate-brown hair. All wind swept and pushed back like he’d been running his fingers through it, a few stringy strands hanging over his forehead. And his eyes, oh my god they are mesmerising. Downturned puppy eyes that probably look perpetually tired. Chocolate gaze, so dark it’s nearly black. His brows furrowed slightly in concern. His cheekbones are to die for! And that nose. Is it Hawk or Roman? Doesn’t really matter, you suppose. It’s distracting either way!
Realising he’s waiting for your answer, “oh, um. Yeah. Do they put you on the spot like that all the time?” Your sniffles subsided a little. “The professors? Yeah, they, they tend to do that. Socratic method.” He answers, mouth turning up slightly by the corner.
“So if they don’t like the answers, they’ll just kick you out?” You ask brows turning up.
“So you have Stormwell, huh?”
“Yes! Did she do that to you, too?”
Clearing his throat, “No. But she did make me cry once. Not in class, I waited til I got back to my dorm… but she’ll kick you right in the ball- or wherever. But, yeah. She’s tough. Really tough.” Offering you a small smile.
“Great.”
Turning to you he continues, “But don’t worry, it gets better. Who else do you have?”
“I have Callahan, Royalton, and Leviathal.” You offer softly.
“Yeah.. let’s see, speak up in Callahan’s class. He really likes people who are opinionated.”
“Okay.” You nod along. Listening intently.
“And in Royalton’s class… try to get a seat near the back. He tends to spit when he talks about product liability.” That causes a soft laugh to leave you, eyes crinkling. He smiles back at you softly. It’s quiet for a moment. Just staring at each other.
“And, uh, for Leviathal, make sure you read the footnotes, cause that’s where he gets a lot of his exam questions from.”
“Right. Wow. I’m really glad I met you” smile brighter now. This handsome stranger was being so nice… the first person to treat you with some kindness here. You give him a big grin that he mirrors. A comfortable silence stretches. Fall breeze. The sun is shining. It’s nice.
“Hey.” Someone tries to break the bubble. Completely unnoticed.
“Are you a third year?” You ask the nice stranger.
“Well-“ he’s cut off abruptly.
“Hey. Y/n.” Naoya.
Turning slowly. “Uh, hi.” You answer wearily, having been rudely interrupted. “Can I help you Naoya?” He gapes slightly.
“I wanted to talk to you…” he offers with a tight lipped smile, eyeing the handsome man next to you.
“Oh well. I’m good, but thank you. I’m actually in the middle of something.” Leaving no room for argument you turn back to the man next to you. Smiling uncomfortably. Naoya just stands there for a minute, seething.
“I’m y/n by the way, and you are…?” Smiling brighter now. He eyes the retreating Naoya, then turns back to you slightly confused.
“Higuruma, Hiromi.” You outstretch your manicured hand between you promoting him to shake your hand… his larger hand enveloping yours completely. Charming smile returning to his lips.
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You’re catching the gawking stares of everyone you pass. “Nice costume party.” You scowl at Vivian. Stood in the living room of some party she invited you to, under the guise that it was a costume party. It most certainly is not. While you’re all dolled up in a scandalous pink playboy bunny costume the rest of the party goers are in casual attire.
You thought you had made some progress with Vivian, turns out she’s still a conniving little bitch that’s out to get you. Although you do look good… hair half up, half down. Glowy makeup. Pink floppy bunny ears. Pink fishnets. Pink pumps… and of course the pink bunny outfit consisting of a corset and a fluffy little tail. Fine. If she wants to play games, you’ll play games.
Ignoring her snickers and fake apology you’re off to find a drink. Upon arrival at the keg you hear another whistle in your direction - about to chew someone else out, you turn abruptly to find Naoya. Sly grin on his face as he takes you in, gaze dragging ever so slowly up your legs to your hips. Bouncing up to your breast looking… oh so delectable in that corset. He’s all but salivating as he saunters right up into your personal space.
Hands slowly reach out itching to trail up your thighs. He’s gripping your hips quite firmly then pressing himself flush against you. You slide back against the table behind you as he peers down your top at your chest. “Fuck look at you pooh bear.” Voice dropping a few octaves, doing things to you still that it shouldn’t - feelings don’t just disappear after 4 years okay!
Giving your best doe eyed expression, looking up at him slowly. “Why thank you. I tried.” And yes you did dress up… not exactly for him but, it feels good to have Vivian scowling at you after her decision to mess with you. And you know what you’re doing. Confidence in your attire because, who cares. Only then…
“Maybe we should slip away for a few minutes… reminisce on old times?” Naoya slimily suggests while kissing down your neck slowly. Right in front of his Fiancée. Look you did want him back at first but definitely not via cheating? (Though you could argue that he probably cheated on you to begin with, that doesn’t mean your morals align with his!)
“Ugh get off.” Pushing him softly away from you. Giving him an incredulous look before storming away. Fuck this party and fuck that scumbag. Who does he think you are. First and foremost you are a girls girl! And I guess on the way home you could do with buying a laptop for class… seeing as you’re missing one.
Hands full of a large box, a throat clearing behind you causes you to turn your head… and what a surprise! There in line behind you stands none other than Higuruma. Seeing him glance at your outfit with a lifted brow. “Don’t ask.” You offer with an eye roll, he smiles softly with an upturn of his hands. “Wasn’t gonna.” And though he was respectful, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes linger on your legs for a moment. Now this attention is very wanted. And if he looked at your ass when you turned forward. So what?
After checking out you wait for him outside. Hoping to catch him for a chat or something… if only for the excuse to look at him a bit more. And ever the gentleman he is, he offers to walk you back to your building. “Wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to you in that outfit now, would we?” He’d offered.
It’s so nice just existing near him, seeing him around campus especially in Callahan’s class has been such a pleasure. He’s always so nice to you even when other people aren’t. He never judges and most times if you need help with class, he’s glad to assist. He’s becoming a fast friend. Often found studying together in the library, or sat talking at the campus cafe. The lingering glances between you are just an added bonus.
“Not to pry but… where were you? Dressed up like that?” Eyeing you softly, “-you look great by the way.” That causes your cheeks to burn, hopefully it’s dark enough out that he doesn’t notice.
“Oh well, Vivian invited me to a costume party… but turns out it wasn’t really a costume party.” Looking down at your feet that’s slightly embarrassing to admit. You didn’t have to tell him that! You could’ve said anything else.
A deep frown tugs his lips down, “it's okay though! At least I looked good.”
“That you do. You know you don’t have to put up with her treating you like that.”
“I know… I just want to be civil with her, I mean yes. I did want to steal her fiancée back but I don’t want to hurt her you know? And he’s just so cruel. Y'know tonight he tried to get me to leave with him, in front of her!” Huffing at that memory, disgust clings to you very obviously as a shiver runs through you. He stops walking at that. Turning to him confused you find him with furrowed brows, soft crease between them. Mouth downturned. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”
“No! Of course not, I left after that. It made me feel pretty icky though. Like seriously I can’t believe I was with him that long, he’s kind of horrible.” That makes the man laugh. Tension dissipating into something softer.
A soft look takes over his features as he steps closer to you, “you deserve so much more than that douche.” The way he’s looking at you causes tingles to shoot up your spine and heat to spread across your face. Probably very obvious now… his intense gaze holds something, you can’t quite name.
“Thank you Higuruma, that’s very kind.”
“Hiromi. Call me Hiromi.”
Gazes locked you can only nod, with the close proximity and the way he’s looking at you… there’s not a thought in your mind except how handsome he looks right now. Haloed by the soft street lamps, gleaming hair falling over his face and there’s a twinkle in his eye. The silence stretches but it’s not awkward, it’s just still. Calm. Like a breath of fresh air. You’d probably be content staring at him for the rest of your life.
With Higuruma’s help and kindness that first day you met, classes have become much more bearable. He basically handed you the cheat codes! Stormwell has been very impressed with your progress. Pleased looks directed your way whenever you speak up during her lectures. And as it turns out… Higuruma actually TA’s for professor Callahan! Now you get to see him all the time in class. You’ve become closer? Almost friends you’d say. Which makes it less awkward when he catches you staring at him in Callahan’s lectures…
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“Well, yeah but without this man’s sperm, the child in question wouldn’t exist.” Naoya’s answer to professor Callahan’s problem has you itching for some reason. Next thing you know.. your hand shoots up. “Yes, Ms. Woods?”
“Although Mr. Zenin makes an excellent point, I have to wonder if the defendant kept a thorough record of every sperm emission made throughout his life.”
“Interesting, why do you ask?” Callahan asks brows raised.
“Well, unless the defendant attempted to contact every single one-night stand to determine if a child resulted in those unions, he has no parental claim over this child whatsoever. So why now? Why this sperm?”
“I see your point.” Comes Callahan’s reply.
“And for that matter, all masturbatory emissions where sperm was clearly not seeking an egg could be termed as child abandonment.” Some snickers scatter around the room.
“I believe you’ve just won your case.” Sounding impressed. The room goes silent.
After class Callahan stops you, “Ms. Woods, you did well today.”
“Really?” Your pride swells. Positive affirmation really does wonders to the ego.
“You’re applying for my internship, aren’t you?” He looks up at you through his glasses.
“I don’t know.” Would you even get in?
“You should. Do you have a resume?” Oh my god!?
“Yes, I do. Here it is.” Reaching through your bag for that piece of paper and handing it over animatedly. “It’s pink.”, “and it’s scented. I think it gives it a little something extra. Don’t you think.” Smiling brightly before practically floating out of the room.
Turning to Hiromi, “Do you think she just woke up one day and said, ‘I think I’ll go to law school today?’”
Chuckling a bit, “Well that lapse in judgement aside, I think she’s got a lot of potential.” Callahan hands Hiromi the resume, “here smell this.” Sniffing sceptically.
“What is that?” Admittedly it smells really fucking good. Something floral. Maybe a hint of citrus? “It's her resume.” Smiling at that, “smells good.”
Manicured hands shake slightly as you reach up to touch the list, trailing down to find… your name! “I got it!” Squealing slightly you turn to Vivian and Naoya, “Oh, Naoya. Do you remember when we spent those four amazing hours in the hot tub after winter formal?”, biting his lip (ew), “Yeah- No.”
“This is so much better than that! Excuse me, I have some shopping to do.”
“… Four hours.”
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You’re currently at Callahan’s law office going over the murder trail you’ll all be assisting him on. Unfortunately Naoya and Vivian are here too… whatever this is your future you can ignore them.
The accused happens to be Brooke Taylor! A fellow Delta Nu although a few years ahead of you, and honestly a personal hero of yours. Her spin classes were amazing! Really transformed your lower body. She’s a genius… and an accused murderer apparently. After going on and on about how amazing she is, Callahan cuts in abruptly. “Well, in all likelihood, she’s completely guilty as well. She was seen standing over her husband's dead body.”
Naoya adds in his two cents, “by who?”
“His 26 year old daughter and the pool boy.” Then the meeting room door opens revealing a welcome sight. A bright smile takes over your face, a smile he mirrors as soon as he locks eyes with you. Quietly taking a seat. “Sorry I’m late, excuse me.” While talk continues in the room after his appearance, you can’t help but shift your gaze to him every now and then. And every time you do you’re met with his magnetic chocolate gaze. You could get drunk off of that look.
Truthfully that happens a lot. The lingering glances. Or you’ve just noticed it more recently…
“This is Higuruma Hiromi, another associate. Top three in his class, and former editor of ‘Harvard Law Review’.” A small smile forms on his face, “thanks for the introduction.”
“So what about the murder weapon?”
“The gun is still missing. The coroner said he’d been dead 30 minutes when the cops arrived, giving Brooke plenty of time to stash it.”
A knot forms in your stomach. She’s not even here to defend herself, and professor Callahan has already deemed her guilty. “I just don’t think Brooke could’ve done this. Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don’t just shoot their husbands. They just don’t.” Callahan looks less than impressed with you after that. Hiromi though, you caught him smiling to himself.
“Why would I kill my husband?” You know what? Prison orange may not be the best colour… but Brooke is totally pulling it off!
“Insurance, a love affair, pure unadulterated hatred. Believe me, the D.A. will come up with plenty of reasons.” Callahan sounds exhausted. “I loved him.” She’s seething.
“He was 34 years older than you. That doesn’t look so good to the jury.”
“Show them a picture of his dick. That might clear up a thing or two.” Everyone in the room chokes. Yes, girl, tell him.
Callahan’s been trying this whole visit to get Brooke’s alibi, which she won’t give. Positive you won’t need it to win this case. Once the meeting meets an impasse everyone starts filtering out. You’re packing up when she calls out to you. “Hey…”
“Hi.”
“I know you.” She seems to be filing through her brain for an answer.
“I’m a Delta Nu, and a huge fan of yours.” Her grin comes easy, recognition flashing behind her eyes. “You took my class.”, “Well thank god one of you has a brain.”
You’re huddled up at the firm going over the case files, Hiromi beside you. Working diligently in silence. There are mountains of files and books scattered all about. Peeking at him from the corner of your eye. He’s got… glasses on that elegant curve of his nose. God he looks so good. Thin black rectangular frames. Sliding down ever so slightly when he’s buried in a file. Absent-mindedly his fingers reach up to slide them back into place. Suit jacket long forgotten. His side of the table is coordinated chaos. Yours… well it’s a lot more interesting. Pink fully tipped pen fluffing about with your vigorous note-taking. Statements and files scattered around you… more flippantly.
Eventually he speaks up, baritone cutting through the frantic scribbling. “Well if Brooke didn’t kill the guy who did?” Before anyone else you answer. “My money's on the angry daughter or the ex wife.” The only issue with that is… his daughter has a hefty trust fund. What would be her reason for killing him? And the ex wife was away. We need to get that alibi.
“I brought you some necessities. Some Calvin Klein, 720 cut sheets, the entire Clinique skin care line, some aromatherapy candles, a loofah… oh! And the bible.” Enthusiastically presenting a glimmering cosmo magazine, cheesy grin on display. She smiles at you behind the visitor screen. Hand pressed up to the glass. “You’re an angel.”
“So how are you? Are you alright? You look so… orange.”
“I’m okay… I’m just glad it’s you and not Callahan.”
“He means well. He’s very brilliant.” Scoffing at that, “He better be for what I’m paying for him.”
“Brooke I have to tell you the real reason I came here… we need your alibi.” Her face sinks. “You don’t understand I can’t… it’s shameful… it’ll ruin me.”
“How?”
“I’ve made my fortune on the ability to perfect women’s bodies with Brooke’s Butt-Buster workout.”
“Oh! I know! You helped me go down two sizes!”
“That’s great! Um… okay, on the day of my husband's murder… I was getting …” she mumbled inaudibly… “What?”
“I was getting liposuction.” Again she was too quiet over that stupid prison phone.
“Huh?” Then she just explodes, “Liposuction!”
“Oh my god!”
“I know! I’m a fraud! It’s not like normal women can have this ass! If my fans knew that I bought it… I would lose everything! I’ve already lost my husband. I’d rather go to jail than lose my reputation.”
“Brooke… your secret’s safe with me.” She softens at your kind tone. “Thank you.”
After refusing to give up Brooke’s alibi. Callahan begrudgingly sent you and Hiromi off to visit the ex wife, at some spa she’s decided to hide in.
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Hiromi offered to drive, so currently you’re sat in his passenger seat stealing glances at him. Soft radio in the background, sprawling trees surrounding the road you’re on. It's quite peaceful. He’s focused on the road offering small comments to your enthusiastic yapping. You’re sat cross legged skirt riding up slightly, turned in toward him. And if he knows you’re admiring his side profile or his grip on the wheel, he’s not mentioning it.
In turn you pretend not to notice when his burning gaze lingers on you. “Your work on this case has been very impressive, Callahan may not show it but he’s impressed. I am too.” He stays facing the road. Warmth flutters your chest at the praise. “Thank you Hiromi, that means a lot.” Toothy smiles exchanged. Turning to change the radio station. You both reach for it at the same time, hands colliding. “Oh- sorry.”
You go to retract your hand back when he reaches over to grasp your wrist. A startled look crossing your features when you turn to him. Hesitating a moment before gently releasing your wrist to brush his fingers up your palm, fingers sliding together gently before he intertwines them. A perfect fit. “Is this… okay?” His thumb rubs soothing circles to the top of your hand.
“It’s more than okay Romi.” You tighten your fingers around his. Taking in the feeling of his slightly hardened skin. Hand much larger than yours, completely enveloping yours in his gentle grasp. Blush dusting your cheeks when you meet his gaze. His eyes are kind, lips upturned. His face screams adoration. “Romi? That’s new.” His smile doesn’t lessen, “yeah, do you… like it?” A breathy laugh leaves him and he just nods. He absentmindedly brings your joined hands up to rest against his chin, soft breath dusting over your knuckles. And every now and then a soft press of his lips lands there too. It’s so gentle. He’s so gentle. The rest of the ride is filled with soft glances and quiet conversation.
Eventually the conversation leads back to the case. Back to Brooke, “She seems completely untrustworthy to me.” Your head tilts, “Why?”
“This is a person who made her living by telling women that they’re too fat.”
“Brooke would never tell a woman she was too fat.” He hums.
“And she seems like she’s hiding something.”
“Maybe it’s not what you think.”
“Maybe it’s exactly what I think.”
You face him with brows furrowed. “You know, you’re being a butthead.” A burst of laughter leaves him. “A butthead? Why would you call me that?” An easy grin covering his face. Hand squeezing yours tighter.
“You know, romi, you just need to have a little more faith in people. You might be surprised.” Humming softly. “I can’t believe you just called me a butthead. I mean, no one’s called me a butthead since about the ninth grade.” Murmuring, “maybe not to your face.” Fondness flashes across his features.
… “So I hear that little tart shot my ex husband.” She’s lounging without a cure in the world, face mask, on cucumber covering her eyes. The picture of relaxation. Hiromi answers first, “well, that’s what we’re actually trying to prove didn’t happen.”
Cutting in gently, “do you have any reason to believe that it did?” She removes the cucumber now peeking out at you, “I’ve never actually met the woman before… but my daughter tells me she can be quite the little bitch.” Right. “Did your daughter ever mention anything about the relationship between Brooke and her husband?”
“Well, she did say that they humped like gorillas. I guess that wasn’t enough, though, for Brooke.” Hiromi’s brows crease, “why do you say that?”
“Well… haven’t you seen the cabana boy?” With that this conversation is over. On the way back to the car you pipe up. “She’s lying.”
“And you know this for a fact?” Opening the passenger door for you, turning to meet his eye. “Did you see the icky brown colour of her hair?” His brows meet his hairline, closing your door before rounding the car. Buckling himself in, “So? Now you discriminate against brunettes?”
“Why shouldn’t I? I’m discriminated against as a blonde.”
“You know, being a blonde is actually a pretty powerful thing. You hold more cards than you think you do. And I personally would like to see you take that power and channel it towards the greater good, you know?” He says it so assuredly, it’s emboldening. I guess he is right, you do get… more attention from your looks, why not use that attention. Make people listen past the colour of your hair.
The car comes to a halt in front of your building, “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Reaching for the handle. “All right.”
He leans over to catch your gaze through the open door, “Hey, how do you think I’d look as a blonde, you know?” A single brow raises, mirth coating your tongue. “I don’t think you could handle it.” Fluttering your fingers in a wave. “Bye.”
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The courtroom is full. Perfectly polished tapered suits, conservative button ups and pencil skirts galore. Witness testimonies beginning today, first is the deceased’s daughter; Miss Windham, on the stand. Answering the district attorney’s questions.
“And where was she exactly?” Leaning into the mic, eyes locked on Brooke. “Standing over my father’s dead body.”
The ex wife is next. “And where was she exactly?”
“Well, she was sitting next to the pool, topless, while the Latin boy handed her a drink.”
The pool boy, “Mr. Salvatore, can you tell us what this is?” Holding up a tiny leopard print speedo. He leans in smirking, “My uniform.”
“This is the… uniform Mrs. Windham asked you to wear while cleaning her pool?” He leans in again, slowly. “Yes.”
“And, are you not having an affair with Brooke Windham?”
“Define ‘affair.’” Oh how you want to slap the smug freaking look off of his face right now!
The D.A. Continues, “Have you and Mrs.Windham had sexual relations?”
“Yes. Okay, yes.” With that the court concludes, until 9am the following day. Brooke is absolutely seething when she approaches you, “You know a Delta Nu would never sleep with a man who wears a thong.” Nodding along, “Never!”, “I just liked watching him clean the filter.” She offered solemnly.
“I know, I believe you, Brooke.”
“Take care of me, y/n.” And she’s ushered away by the court Marshall.
“I will.”
The next day, when court is let out for a quick recess. You’re on your way to the water fountain in the hallway needing some refreshment. Upon approach you’re rudely cut off by the pool boy. Arms crossing over your plush chest, heel tapping rapidly waiting for an apology. He takes a long drink. When he’s done he turns, eyeing you up and down.
“Don’t stop your little last-season Prada shoes at me, honey!” Oh! How dare he. These are so NOT last season! Scoffing at him as he struts away… a sudden gasp escapes you. Running back into the courtroom. Skirting to a stop before the defence table.
“Romi! He’s gay! Enrique is gay!” Callahan turns to you.
“What?” Hiromi offers, utterly confused with your sudden outburst. Turning to Naoya, “Naoya, what kind of shoes are these?”
“…Black ones.” Spinning back to Hiromi, “see!”
Callahan blanches at you, “what are you talking about?”
“He’s gay. He isn’t Brooke’s lover, he's making it up.” Hiromi turns you to him gently, hands on your shoulders, “Wait, back up. How do you know he’s gay?”
Huffing, “Gay men know designers. Straight men don’t.” Brooke snaps her fingers pointing at you, “Know what? He did leave a Cher tape in the pool house one time.”
Callahan having reached his limit interjects. “While I appreciate your masterful legal theory, I have a murder trial to attend to. Hiromi?”
“Okay. I’ll take care of it. Thanks.” Offering a guilty smile your way. “Okay.”
Callahan proceeds to question the pool boy, completely ignoring your astute observation. Asking questions that do not help Brooke in any way! “Do you have any proof of your affair with Mrs. Windham?”
“Only the love in my heart.”
“Well, if that is the only evidence he has, your honour, I think I’m done.”
“You may step down-“ Hiromi stands, shooting you a subtle wink. “Actually. I’d like to ask a couple of questions, your honour.” He approaches a very unhappy looking Callahan, “Just give me a couple minutes.” At his reluctant nod, Hiromi approaches to question the pool boy.
“Did you ever take Mrs. Windham on a date?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“A restaurant in Concord where no one could recognise us.”
“How long have you been sleeping with Mrs. Windham?”
“Three months.”
“And your boyfriend’s name?”
“Chuck.” Nodding solemnly, Hiromi starts to back away, “Right.” Going to sit down, you smile at him mouthing a thank you. The courtroom erupts.
Enrique realising what just happened. Wide eyed. Jaw on the floor, “Wait! Pardon me.” Hiromi turns back around, “yes, Mr. Salvatore?”
“I was con- I was confused. I thought you said friend! Chuck is just a friend.”
A deliciously well dressed man stands suddenly from the courtroom benches, “You bitch!” The room gasps as he storms out the doors. “Chuck! Wait!”
Banging ensues, “Silence in my court!. Mr. Salvatore, sit down.” Hiromi turns to you leaning in conspiratorially, grin gracing his dark features. “Thanks.” Not only did he show you he trusts you, he also showed Callahan that you’re not to be ignored. You don’t think anyone has ever stood up for you the way he just did… and at the jeopardy of himself.
“Oh, y/n, Callahan asked to see you before you leave.” Vivian calls, carrying a world record amount of papers, “really?”
“Yeah, you know, he already has his coffee, but maybe he needs a doughnut.” Snorting, “do you need any help?” Gesturing to her full hands. “No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”
Approaching his door you knock and wait for a reply. “Come on in.”
Entering the dim office you leave the door slightly ajar, he’s sat in a leather single seat with papers scattered around the coffee table ahead, gesturing to the leather couch next to him. “Take a seat.” Flattening the back of your skirt as you lower yourself down.
“Is everything all right?” He sets his papers aside. “You followed your intuition today, and you were right on target. I should have listened.”
“Thank you.”
“About the alibi…” ringing your hands, “I’m sorry-“
“I’m impressed you took the initiative to go get it. That’s what makes a good lawyer. And, on top of that, you gained the clients trust and kept it. That’s what makes a great lawyer. You’re smart, y/n, smarter than most of the people on my payroll.” Pride swells in your chest. “Wow.”
“I think it’s time to discuss your career path.” He gets up and slowly approaches you, sitting… very close to you. So close your legs aren’t just touching they’re practically squished together, his breath is fanning across your cheek. “Have you thought about where you might be a summer associate?”
“Oh, um, not really. I know it’s very competitive…”
“Well, you know what competition’s really about, don’t you? It’s about ferocity, carnage. Balancing human intelligence with animal diligence. Knowing exactly what you want… and how far you’ll go to get it. How far will you go?” His words turned sultry as he went on. His slimy paw dropping to your knee slowly gliding up. Absolute horror takes over you. Fight or flight taking over, hitting his hand away and scrambling to your feet.
“Are you hitting on me…?” He doesn’t seem too concerned with your sudden reaction, slimy gaze tracking you. “You’re a beautiful girl.” The reality of the situation comes crashing down upon you.
“So everything you just said…” a carnivorous grin turns his face dark, “I’m a man who knows what he wants.”
Straightening, “And I’m a law student who just realised her professor is a pathetic asshole.” Turning to storm out, “Too bad, I thought you were a law student who wanted to be a lawyer!”
Rushing to the elevator your hands are shaking trying to hit the buttons. Face pale with tears starting to fall. When the doors open you’re scrambling to leave as fast as humanly possible. Bumping into a wall of lean muscle, you try desperately to avoid his gaze so he doesn’t see your tear streaked face. Silently his hand reaches out, turning your face up gently. His calm demeanour cracking.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sniffling trying to avoid his too soft gaze, “I’m quitting.” Face furrowing in confusion, fingers feather light as he wipes your tears away cupping your face in his strong hands. “Why? What happened?”
“Law school was a mistake. This whole internship was a mistake.” Shoulders starting to shake violently.
“What are you talking about? you earned it.” Gripping his wrists as if your life depends on it.
“I didn’t earn anything, Romi! Callahan only gave me that internship because he liked the way I looked. Which he made very clear tonight when he tried to feel me up.” His fingers twitch, face hardening. Not at you, never at you. Voice strained, holding back. “What? Callahan did what?”
“Just forget about it. I’m going back home. No more boring suits. No more pantyhose. No more trying to be something that I’m just… I’m just not.” You’re pressed flush against his sturdy chest so suddenly it almost gives you whiplash. A hand cradling your head there, another strong arm curling around your waist protectively. And you just break apart in his steady hold as he holds you. “How about I take you home.” Nodding through your sobs he guides you out to his car, strong arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you steady.
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“Are you going to be okay?” His soft voice cuts through the silence. Still sitting in the car, parked outside your building. “I don’t know… could you- could you come in for a bit?” Tear soaked eyes, lashes fluttering, glossy lips turned down into the sweetest frown, how could he say no?
Your door shuts softly behind him as you move to clear some space. Flicking on your bedside lamp to illuminate the room in a soft orange hue, pink tassels of your lamp shade creating a gentle ambiance. Hands shaking trying to move textbooks off of your plush pink sofa. His fingers curl around your wrist pulling you soft into him again. Chin resting on your head, fingers softly brushing through your hair. “Honey, why don’t I do that? Why don’t you just go get ready for bed, hmm?” An airy sigh leaves you at the feeling of his fingers running through your hair. Nodding he leaves a small kiss to your hairline before you walk off to get sorted.
Freshening up in your little bathroom. Face washed. Teeth brushed. Skincare done. You step back out to find him settled into your sofa, blazer folded neatly over the hand-rest his tie lost on the table somewhere. Looooong legs stretched out in front of him, head resting back on the sofa… his neck exposed presenting the delicious bob of his Adam's apple. Your heart stutters. He looks so relaxed.
Hearing the door open he peeks an eye open to find you, leaning against the doorframe. Cute fluffy pink socks, tiny leopard print cotton shorts… baby pink tank top. The neckline leaves little to the imagination. You’re trying to kill him, he's sure of it. Your gaze is softlidded. No longer tear soaked, still slightly puffy. The corner of his mouth lifts, arm coming up to beckon you over, “c’mere sweetheart.” Oh wow. His voice is deep, laced with sleep. Deep eyes tracking your movements. If your thighs clench subtly… well he doesn’t mention it.
Sitting next to him, his open arm wraps protectively around your shoulder pulling you flush against his side. Collapsing into him. Head pressed against his admittedly plush chest you wrap your arm across his stomach. Breasts pressed flush against his side, cheek squishing comfortably into his pecs. His hand runs up and down your arm in a soothing motion, goosebumps erupting on your skin. Your other hand sliding up his broad back to lay your palm flat between his shoulder blades, pressing in. You could feel him shiver at the movement.
Once you settle in, a dreamy sigh escapes you, eyes fluttering shut. Legs curled up against his lap. His scent washes over you… he smells so masculine. Earth and spice with a subtle hint of something citrus. You’re breathing him in like a drug. “You smell good.” Comes your mumble, spoken into his chest. You can feel the rumble under your check as he hums in acknowledgment. Breaths slow down as you find comfort in each other's warmth.
Rousing slowly as the early morning light peeking in through the blinds, filters across your vision. Lifting your head softly realising it’s still resting on a sturdy chest. A hand curled around your waist and another placed firmly over your lower back, splayed fingers just grazing the soft plush of your ass. And, oh. Peeking up through droopy lashes, to see Hiromi sleeping peacefully. Chest rising and falling softly, hair mussed from sleep.
He looks so pretty with the soft light filtering in, fanning across his cheeks. Raising slowly trying not to wake him, you move to get off. Only for a sudden weight against your back to press you back down. Firm palm splaying across your shoulder blades. He’s peeking down at you now, eyes swirling with warmth. Lips turned up. “G’morning.” His voice is thick with sleep. “Morning.” You whisper back.
“Are you feeling better?” His palms move to caress your waist gently, feather light touches that make you shiver. “I am. Thank you, for staying with me Romi.” And it’s true you’d all but forgotten what had happened in Callahan’s office. His gentle presence was exactly what you needed. Need. Sitting up slightly you press your forehead to his, your sweet gaze meeting his searching. Fondness all you can find.
His hands find your hips, fingers pressing in, kneading the flesh. When his gaze finally flickers down to your plush lips you lean in. Hands splayed over his cheeks. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He hums at your taste. Palms squeezing your hips now. Pulling back you move to pepper appreciative kisses over his face. Starting right next to his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead and finally his nose. When you pull back his lips are slightly ajar, brows fanning up and his cheeks are dusted a light pink…
“God, you’re so cute.” Reaching up to you, he grips the nape of your neck. Firmly pulling you back to his lips, kiss more sure now. Noses bumping every so often. Soon you’re shuffling down to settle your hips flush against his, pressing down firmly. Pulling a low groan from the back of his throat. When you eventually part for breath, a glistening string of saliva connects you together.
You’re both panting at the lack of air. You roll your hips once, experimentally watching for his reaction. Seeing his eyes blow out, chocolate being slowly replaced by black pools of lust. Large hands moving to grasp your hip and upper back he sits up slowly with you splayed across his lap. Knees bracketing his slender hips. Soft thighs pressed flush to his meatier ones. Your manicured hands sliding over his chest slowly, appreciatively. Eventually coming to a stop on his rounded shoulders. Large hands sliding down to cup under your upper thighs.
You just sit there admiring one another quietly for a good while. Hungry gazes tracing over every inch of each other. Moving your hands up his neck to glide your fingers through his soft chocolate locks. “You’re really pretty Romi…” you’re admitting, voice breathy and lust hazed. A soft huff leaves him, “Yeah?” Nodding enthusiastically, his smile deepens. Eyes softening.
“I think you’re the pretty one. Beautiful actually. Not just that you’re sweet… intelligent, determined. I think you might be the most genuine person I’ve ever met.” His fingers come up to brush hair out of your face, caressing your cheeks. They heat up under his touch. Stars in your eyes. “Romi?”
“Hmm?” He’s staring at your lips now.
“I think… I might be falling seriously in love with you.” His grin is blinding. Eyes locking on yours with laser focus. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.” He’s admitting sincerely. Scrambling off his lap your knees hit the carpet with a thud. Hands flying to his zipper… only he grabs your wrists to stop you? “Sweetheart… you don’t have to.”
“Romi, please. I want you.” Your eyes are pleading… and how could he say no? He nods softly, then releases your hands. Letting you reach up to slowly unbutton and slide his zipper down. He lifts his hips to help you shimmy his slacks down his thighs, letting them pool down past his knees. Fingers tracing the band of his boxers.
Snagging and snapping them back into place. Doe eyes leading up at him through thick lashes. You trace your fingers across to his… prominent bulge. Dragging your nails teasingly over his throbbing veins through the fabric. Earning soft, drawn out groans from the man above you the closer you get to his leaky tip. Music to your ears. He sounds so pretty and breathy.
Palm slipping across the soft fabric of his boxers. Slowly palming his bulge earning a few dewy drops of pre. Completely entranced with the sight. His hand comes down to your chin bringing your face up to look at him. And oh. He’s damn near salivating. Eyes blown. Lips parted. And finally after what feels like forever he leans down to press a sloppy kiss against your lips. Mouths parting to taste one another. His tongue poking out to tease your lower lip. Meeting him halfway you slide your tongue over his, tasting him. Eager moans mingling together. Parting from him reluctantly, to return to your earlier task.
Sliding his boxers down his hips to release his cock. Oh and it springs up so angry… pretty pink flushed tip dribbling. His length was one thing, counting 7… 8… maybe even 9 inches… but his girth. He’s just soooo thick from the pudge of his mushroom tip to the… thick circumference of his cock. A prominent vein runs down the underside of his length, begging for attention. Trembling fingers reach out to teasingly draaaaagggg a nail along that pulsing vein. His cock jumps at the contact. Your thighs press together, only now noticing the slick collecting at your center.
Lightly circling your fingers around to trace a thumb over his leaking tip. Bringing your face down, lips connecting with his tip. A needy sound erupts from him at the sight. Eyes following your every move. Looking up deep into his eyes beginning to leave small kisses over his tip. Smearing another drop of pre over them… creating the perfect sticky gloss. His mouth hangs when your tongue licks a fat stripe up; following along his prominent vein all the way up to his engorged tip, closing your mouth around it and sucking gently. His hand flies to the back of your head, caressing. Head thrown back with loud drawn out groans escaping him. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good… don’t stop.”
Hanging your maw open tongue lolling out over his tip, letting hot saliva spill down over him. Your left hand goes to his thigh, the right gripping his base and squeezing your fingers. Then moving to slowly pump him, coating him in your saliva. Wrist twisting closer to his tip, fingers meeting tighter at his base, setting a steady pace. Making sure to give his leaking tip ample attention. Between flicks of your wrist you leave an array of filthy kisses and soft sucks. His moans are downright filthy. His eyes glazed over, vision moving erratically between your pretty face and your increasing pumps of his cock. His jaw just hangs open letting his groans spill out freely, only spurring you on. It’s then he notices the movement of your hips below him. Rolling back and forth over nothing but air, thighs squeezed tight desperately seeking some friction.
You’re in a world of your own absolutely drunk on the taste of him, head bobbing shallowly over his angry tip. Tongue tracing sultry lines up and down his sensitive slit. Eagerly swallowing every drop of pre you can get your greedy tastebuds on. A particularly harsh suck from you has him groaning out unashamedly, “F-fuck, baby. You should stop soon or I’m gonna cum- oh my god!” Right as he says that your left hand comes down to softly cup and roooollll his tightening balls between your clammy fingers. Giving them a firm squeeze. And that does it. He’s bowing forward completely boneless. Mouth dropping soundlessly. Hips jerking with every spurt of cum shooting up into your awaiting maw. Pumping thick ropes onto your tongue to slide down the back of your throat. You greedily suck down every drop, pumps slowing down to ease him through his high. Easing off to gently suck on his twitchy tip. Until the stimulation becomes too much and he has to pull you off of him. Chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat coating his hairline. Heavy pants leaving him as he takes you in. Swollen, glossy, cum soaked lips. Eyes swirling with lust, drool coating your chin, cheeks flushed so pretty. Watching you loll your tongue out to show him the mess you made of him before swallowing the rest of it alllll down.
Pulling you up to him for a heated kiss, groaning out between licks into your mouth. Tasting the salty remnants of his spent on you, “Fuck. Sweetheart. That was incredible…” when you pull back you give him the biggest toothy grin you can muster right now. “Romi… that was so hot. Was that okay?” He splutters.
“Okay?? That was probably the best head I’ve ever had.”, yeah way to boost a girl's ego alright. Fingers curling around your arms he’s dragging you up to stand. Hands splaying over your hips, gently rubbing up and down, eyeing the embarrassingly obvious wet patch on the front of your shorts. Big fingers moving down to trace your mound over those tiny shorts, dipping down to lightly caress your folds through the slick material. Your hips twitch at the lingering touch. So close to where you need it. He guides your hands to grip his shoulders. Leaving a soft kiss to your wrist before his hands trail back down. Fingers itching at your waistband. Downturned gaze flicking up to ask permission that you eagerly grant; head nodding enthusiastically.
Fingers dipping into the hem of your sticky shorts, sliding them down your soft legs. Promoting you with a light tap to your calf to lift your feet out of them. They’re flung somewhere across the room. Now he’s eye level with your sticky panties. Which leave nothing to the imagination with the way your slick has them sticking to every nook, cranny and fold. He groans lowly at the sight. Palms molding to your legs as he slides them up, up, up. Cupping the underside of your ass appreciatively. Pulling you closer to his face. And just… pressing his nose into the front of your mound inhaling your sweet scent. Pulling a lewd moan from somewhere deep in your chest.
He’s dropping to his knees in front of you. Not caring for the sickening crack against the floor. Eyes locked on your soaked panty covered center. His hands slide over your hips to grip the waistband, your hands flying up to grip his hair threading your fingers through the silky locks at his nape. He’s pressing lingering kisses on what’s already exposed; lower stomach, across to your right hip, the left… to the very top of your mound. Then he’s pulling your panties off of you slowly, eyes locked on the way they stick and unstick from your dribbling folds. The warm puffs of breath leaving his nose zap your folds, he chuckles low at the shiver you let out. Chocolate gaze swirling over every exposed inch. “She’s so pretty, baby.” He’s mouthing into your thighs. Leaving slow, lingering kisses to each… dangerously close to your center. His left hand draggggging up from your calf to the back on your knee, lifting your leg to fit snugly over his shoulder.
Exposing you fully to his hungry gaze. And he just stares. Fingers coming up delicately to graze through your folds, collecting slick as he goes. The lightest touch of his fingertips gently spreading you open to expose your puckering hole in all her glory winking to him. Trailing his fingers up to your pulsing bud at the apex he’s just dying to get his mouth on… he nuzzles in nose first against your slick bud. Nudging it back and forth gently. Pressing harder against it. He’s eliciting soft mewls from you. Your toes curl in anticipation. “Romi… please. Don’t tease.” You plead, sounding so gone already, tone mewling and breathy.
He pulls back to lock eyes with you. A loud whine escapes from you at the loss of contact. That’s when he really dives in. Long tongue darting out to maze between your folds greedily, head knocking into your thighs through his vigor. Tongue flattening out to drag torturously all the way from your winking hole up to your twitchy little clit begging for attention. His lips lock on granting you a few gentle sucks before rolling the slick tip of his tongue round n round in tight circles over your increasingly sensitive nub. Alternating between sharp and soothing sucks, driving you absolutely mad. Tears spring from your eyes, mouth dropping open to mewl out obscenely at the sight of his eyes rolling back from the sharp, sweet taste of you absolutely drenching his face. He’s humming encouragingly whenever sharp moans of his name leave you. Sending filthy vibrations through your clit that reach down into the depths of your heat.
“Romiiiii. Oh my god!” You’re slobbering out the words between sharp gasps. Mind blank. Unable to focus on anything other than the way he’s devouring you. The feel of his fingers digging into your thighs. Reaching around to hold your folds open for him as he trails that vulgar tongue down to maddeningly circle your hole. Nose pressed flush to your sensitive clit, bumping softly with the rolls of your hips over his eager maw. A sharp squeal rips from you when he slides his thick muscle into your hole, swirling it around to open you up. He’s paying extra attention to the gummy spot along the front wall of your heat. Rubbing his tip up and down with the perfect pressure making you see stars. “Shiiiittt. Romi right there, don’t stop.” You’re sobbing out. Feeling the warm pressure building. Blooming from deep within.
Your lithe fingers curl into his hair now tugging harshly… pulling a deeeeeppp groan from his chest. Your legs start shaking from deep within the muscles, head thrown back, eyes reaching the back of your skull. He rips your orgasm from deep within you. Continuing through your high to flick his muscle against that gummy spot inside you. Groaning out as your walls cling desperately to him, nose continuously nuzzling your buzzing clit back and forth. Guiding you softly now through the waves of your high. Until your mewls and whines reach a higher pitch and your poor shaking hands are trying to rip him away. Muscles tensing viciously with over sensitivity.
Conceding he slowly pulls his tongue out of your hole to lick up every drop of your release. Cleaning you softly between your over sensitive jolts against his drenched jaw. Parting with a final feather light kiss to your overworked clit his eyes gleam up at you. He gently sets your leg back on solid ground, hands holding you steady on shaky legs. Leaning down and carefully grabbing hold of his face, you’re leaning in for another filthy kiss. His mouth slick with the taste of you mingling with your combined saliva.
You’re tugging on his rumpled button up urging him to take it off. Bringing you both back up to full height he’s backing you up to your plush pink covered bed, knees hitting the edge you’re falling back with a bounce. Your gaze drags up his torso watching his buttons go one by one. Exposing his broad, tanned chest to you bit by bit. It’s a mouth-watering sight. He’s a lot … thicker? Then you expected. All lean muscle sure but god he was defined. Toned slender stomach… thick arms you just wanted to dig your teeth into.
His boxers go next thrown over his shoulder as he eyes you up, legs spread awaiting the welcomed weight of him. His knees hit the mattress and he’s crawling up over you, thumbs catching the bottom of your tiny shirt eagerly dragging it up and over your head. Tits spilling out deliciously for his greedy gaze. Palms sliding down to cup the underside of them, lifting slightly, pressing them together. Palms splayed wide over the side of your ribs, thumbs roving over your tits to brush over your pert nipples. Ripping a soft moan from you at the delicate touch.
Your legs move to brush against his hips urging him to press his weight fully down onto you. Enticing him to split you open. He’s taking his time. Teasing your sensitive nipples. Your needy little hole is just pulsing, urging him to finally fill it. “Romi please!” Tears filling your eyes, thrashing against the sheets, pure need taking over your fuzzy brain.
“I know baby… you need me bad huh? Needy little cunt can’t wait?” Your brain scrambles, nodding and whimpering up at him. Tears are threatening to fall harder now. With a hum he grabs the base of his cock and drags the tip up and down your soggy folds, bumping into your clit. He taps his tip meanly over your jolting nub before he’s guiding his tip back down, snagging it on your tight ring of muscle.
Pressing his lips to yours tenderly, before he slowly presses his tip past that first tight ring of muscle. Swallowing down your gasps greedily. Forehead pressed to yours, he’s looking down between your bodies. Grunting at the resistance of your tight hole. Reaching down between your bodies to slowly rub his thumb in loving little circles over your clit, peppering kisses down your jaw. Trying to ease you open. Feeling your hole flutter and give, he presses in barely another inch. Continuing to slowly ease you open on his cock, fingers and lips working to distract your mind as the effect it has on your body helps him finally press his pubic bone flush against you. Shared satisfied groans leave you both upon finally feeling every inch of each other. His throbbing length combined with those delicious pulsing veins feel heavenly, a deep sigh leaving you. Your twitching walls greedily sucking his length in. “So fucking tight baby, oh my god.”
“Feels so good, romi… so full.” Reaching down between your bodies pressing your palm against your lower stomach and… feeling him there. Bulging out of you. Pressing down softly. Broken moans leave you both instantly. But when he starts moving… thick pulsing inches pulling back slowly until just the fat tip remains. Then he’s pushing forward torturously slowly dragging himself through your plush walls, you feel everything. Every inch. Every pulsing vein. The light smack of his balls tapping against your skin. It’s maddening. Your walls mould to the shape of him.
He moves his hands to pin your hips down. His thrusts remain slow and deep. Cock filling you tenderly. It’s slow and sensual -loving- but then he starts grinding his hips deeeeep into you. Probing around gently with his tip to find that special spot. Watching every expression crossing your face. Then suddenly he’s angling his hips upwards and pulling the most pornographic sounds out of you. Your hands fly up to clutch his biceps, fingertips digging in to find some purchase while your back arches up into him so sluttily. “Ohhh yeah, right there? That feel good baby?” His tone teasing, eyes locking on the sight of him protruding your lower stomach. Mouth hanging open. Watching the bulge appear and disappear completely entranced. Your walls cling onto him pulling long drawn out groans from his open maw. His hands are moving to grip your legs now, moving them to rest on his shoulders.
Changing the angle when he sits back, leaning on his haunches. His strong grip on your legs when he repositions causes your hips to rise up off the bed. Suspended in his hold. Squealing when his next experimental thrust hits your sweet spot dead on. He’s turning his head to kiss your ankle tenderly. Pulling your focus to him. A charming smile beamed down at you.
Repositioning his arms to wrap securely around your knees pressing the backs of your legs flush against his chest. “Ready?” He’s asking softly between more peppered kisses against your ankle. “… yes?” With the leverage of his position he starts pounding into you. Hips swaying back and forth easily in his position, able to angle his hips to thrust deep up into your sweet spot. Your hands scramble to claw at the comforter below you needing something to ground. Hiromi alternates between deep thrusts into your sweet spot and burying himself to the hilt grinding into you, trim hairs at his public bone rubbing deliciously into your neglected clit. The bed creaks lewdly below you… surely alerting others of your early morning activities. Not that either of you are trying to be quiet.
His pace starts to increase, sweat coating your bodies now, the stench of sex so strong it’s heady. Intoxicating. You can feel your body exploding with heat, starting deep in your core and spreading rapidly. You start grabbing at his wrists needing to feel him close. Mewling out. Pleading with your eyes. He seems to get the message when he lets you drag him down toward your face. Legs stuck between you folding you in half as you get your greedy paws on his face, bringing him down for a needy kiss. Jaw hanging open around your moans, his cock is pressing so tight into every nook and cranny from this angle. Lathering him with filthy open mouth kisses and he folds you further into a mean mating press. He’s hitting into you so deep now you can feel him kissing your womb with every hard knock of his gooey tip.
You’re gasping into him now. Meeting his eyes, brows curved up in pleasure, eyes glassy. His hands are splayed out beside your head, hips curving into your heat swiftly, breathing erratic. He can feel your gummy walls pulsing faster, vice grip threatening to trap his swollen cock any second. Reaching between you he starts strumming expertly on your clit, groaning out as he feels how much it’s fluttering under his fingertips. His hips are starting to stutter thrusts becoming erratic, veins throbbing against your walls rapidly now. And you’re crying out. “Romiii! I’m so close... Gonna cum!” With a few more tight circles against your clit and perfectly aimed thrusts to your sweet spot. You’re convulsing around him.
Tight cunt locking around his cock so hard he can barely move, hips thrashing under him violently. Your eyes disappear into your skull, and the highest pitch squeal erupts out of you. He coaxes you through it, littering kisses across your face. Hands rubbing your hips soothingly. Hips rolling softly through each wave of your high. Until your breaths start to flow out less sporadic and your eyes find him again. “You did so good, sweetheart.” He’s cooing down at you, his voice cracking in time with his stuttering hips.
“You gonna cum romi?” He doesn’t need to answer, his cock is jumping inside you. “Wan’ it in me. Please romi… want you to cum in me.” You're slurring out. “Oh, fuck!” He’s croaking out, giving a few final thrusts before he’s pressing flush against you. Spurting his gooey cum deep in you. Coating your walls in him. His stomach twitching with the intensity of his orgasm, thrusting shallowly until his tip is dribbling. Legs wrapped tightly around him, letting him come down buried in you. He collapses onto you, hefty weight welcomed. Melting into each other finally spent. You meet for another soft kiss.
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“You’re fired. I have new representation.” Callahan guffaws at Brooke. “Who?” Turning to find… you. “Excuse you, you’re in my way.”
“She’s a law student. She can’t defend you.” Clearing your throat , cue David reading; Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court ruling 3.03.
“See? Thank you, David.”
“Counselors, approach the bench…” turning, Callahan tries to stop you. “You’re not going up there.”
“Oh, yes, I am.”
“Y/n Woods, your honour. Rule 3.03 of the Supreme Judicial Court states that a law student may appear on behalf of a defendant in criminal proceedings.” Callahan ever the party pooper cuts in, “I’m not allowing it.”
Turning so sweetly to him, “But you agreed last night… in your office when we discussed my career.” Sweet smile gracing your lips.
“The ruling also states that you need a licensed attorney to supervise you. Mr. Callahan?”
“That I won’t agree to.”
Hiromi interjects, “Uh, I’ll supervise, your honour.” And with that it’s settled. You will be defending Brooke. The first person to be cross examined by you would be… the deceased’s daughter. Miss Windham.
“Miss. Woods, you may begin questioning.”
Wow there’s a lot of people here… and Brooke is now depending on you, the nerves set in instantly. “Um, first of all I would like to point out that there is no proof in this case, but there is a complete lack of mens rea which by definition tells us there can be no crime without a viscous will.”
“I am aware of the meaning of mens rea. What I’m unaware of is why you’re giving me a vocabulary lesson when you should be questioning your witness.”
“Yes, your honour, um… Miss Windham, when you arrived back at the house, was your father there?”
“Not that I saw, but like I said, I went upstairs to take a shower.” She looks so smug.
“And when you came downstairs, what happened?”
“I saw Brooke standing over his body, drenched in his blood.”
“But Mrs. Windham didn’t have a gun?”
Leaning in smirking she speaks clearly into the mic. “No. She’d stashed it by then.”
Hiromi interjects, “move to strike that from the record, your honour. It’s speculation.”
“So stricken.” Turning to Hiromi with an anxious look on your face, he nods, urging you to go on.
“Miss Windham, did you hear a shot fired?”
“No. I was in the shower.”
“Okay, so, some time in the 20 minutes that you were in the shower, your father was shot.” Trying to piece together a story that just doesn’t fit.
“I guess.”
“Your father was shot while you were in the shower, but you didn’t hear the shot because… because you were in the shower?” Why does that seem wrong…
Scoffing, she leans in, “Yes. I was washing my hair.”
“Where is she going with this?” Hiromi’s second chair asks,
“Have a little faith, Gerard.”
Looking back at the papers available, “Um, Miss Windham, what had you done earlier in the day?”
She answers dryly, “I got up, got a latte, went to the gym, got a perm, and came home.”
Bingo. Turning back to her approaching slowly, “Where you got in the shower?”
“I believe the witness has made it clear that she was in the shower.” Laughs erupt around the courtroom. “Yes, your honour. Um, Miss Windham, had you ever gotten a perm before?”
“Yes…?”
“How many would you say?”
“Two a year since I was 12. You do the math.”
Continuing, “You know, a girl in my sorority, Tracy got a perm once? We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her, she didn’t have your bone structure. But, thankfully, that same day, she entered the Beta Delta Pi wet t-shirt contest, where she was drenched head to toe.”
“Objection! Why is this relevant?”
Turning to the judge pleadingly, “I have a point. I promise.”
“Then make it.”
“Yes, ma’am. Um, Miss Windham, why is it that Tracy’s curls were ruined when she got her hair wet?”
“Because they got wet?” She bristles slightly.
“Exactly. Because isn’t it the first cardinal rule of perm maintenance that you’re forbidden from getting your hair wet for at least 24 hours after getting a perm at the risk of deactivating the ammonium thioglycolate?” Her eyes widened visibly. “Y-yes.”
“And wouldn’t somebody who’s had, say, 30 perms in their life be well aware of this rule? And if in fact you weren’t washing your hair as I suspect you weren’t, because your curls are still intact, wouldn’t you have heard the gunshot? And if in fact you had heard the gunshot, Brooke Windham wouldn’t have had enough time to hide the gun downstairs before you got there, which would mean you would have had to have found Mrs. Windham with a gun in her hand to make your story plausible. Isn’t that right?” Hand propped up on your cocked hip, staring her down. And she just breaks…
She bursts out. “She’s my age! Did she tell you that? How would you feel if your father married someone your age?”
“You, however, had time to hide the gun, didn’t you Miss Windham? After you shot your father.”
“I didn’t mean to shoot him. I thought it was you walking through the door!” She’s posing straight at Brooke, tears staining her face, the court erupts in gasps. ‘Order! Order! Order!”
“Oh my god.” Turning to Hiromi dazed, you approach the defence table slowly. Distantly you can hear the judge ordering the daughters' immediate detainment. When you reach Hiromi he’s beaming, reaching out to shake your hand in congratulations. “Well done. I knew you could do it.”
“I’m the matter of the state vs. Brooke Windham, the case is dismissed. Mrs. Windham, you are free to go.” Cheers fill your ears.
“Miss. Woods, how did you know Miss Windham was guilty?”
“The rules of haircare are simple and finite. Any cosmo girl would’ve known.” With that you’re walking through the courtroom doors head held high. Until… someone starts calling out for you. Naoya. “What?”
“I just wanted to say that you were brilliant in there. And that I was wrong. And you’re the girl for me.” Deadpan, “Really?”
“Yes. Pooh bear… I love you.” He tries to kiss your hand. “Oh, Naoya. I waited so long to hear you say that… but if I’m going to be a partner at a law firm before I’m 30, I need a boyfriend who’s not such a complete bonehead.” In cuts Hiromi offering his hand out to you, which you take gladly squeezing gently.
Walking out of the courthouse together…
a/n okay I hope this isn’t completely horrible. if I keep editing I’ll go crazy and change the whole thing. feedback is welcome! also I haven’t seen this movie in ages so I hope this makes sense 😭
Synopsis: you have a crush on your androgynous roommate maki zenin while you’re in a relationship…?
Pairing: Makizeninxreader
Content MDNI: Mechanic!maki, shy!fem!reader, friends to lovers, you're YEARNING, first times(yours), you’re in the closet, COWGIRL fingering, oral (fem.rec), face riding, pussy spanking, PUSSYDRUNK Maki, FAREL Maki, you're dizzy, squirting, DRY HUMPING, Maki is down bad, dirty talking, voyerism, masterbation, you’re OBSSESSED, cheating on your bf, confessions(yours), POSSESSIVE Maki, implication of marathons, getting together, HOMEWRECKER maki
Word count: 5.2k
Disclaimers: *screams in bi-sexual* I hope you guys love :3
"So when were you going to tell me that the two of you got back together?"
Maki rubs her sweat damped forehead covered in car oil as she twists her wrench under the hood of the car, her muscles flex exposed out of her torn sleeved tank top, her tan skin glazed under the hot summer sun with her sweat. A ball of saliva slides down the parched linings of your dry throat as you gulp.
She turns to face you with a hand on her hip in protest waiting for her explanation. her wrench still in her hand, her hands covered in black car oil as she runs her hands through her spikey green hair.
You can't help but stare. You don't even realize that you're licking your lips.
"Hey! Helloooo earth to (y/n)?"
You finally snap out of it and respond to her maternally sounding question.
You shrug.
"I don't know—,"
You rub the back of your head and avert your eyes from unreasonably sexy way she removes her shirt to reveal the black sports bra and defined abs and unnecessary amount of scars beneath. Maki folds her bulky arms to her chest with a face as displeased as as always.
"Look, if you're gonna keep taking back my lame ass cousin noaya I'm staying out of it..."
Her tone is flat final and extremely agitated as she slams the hood of the car letting dust rise from the impact in the afternoon light of the beaming July sun. You're already at a lost for words at her honesty as you bite your bottom lip. Maki steps away rubbing her hands on a dirty oil filled cloth before walking over to you, outstretching a bottle of water to you.
"It's a billion degrees, drink, I know you're thirsty, I seen you gulping like you hadn't had a drink of water in days..."
You roll your eyes nervously taking the bottle of water knowing full well you're thirsty, but not for this damn water. You squeeze the plastic around the bottle as you chug it aggressively anyway.
"What do you even see in him? He never calls unless he needs something....you're too damn available..."
She stands in front of you making sure you can see her fully as she stands over you.
"Better yet, you know you deserve better...so why are you dealing with this shit?"
Maki's teeth grinds as she cracked her knuckles.
"To be fair....the sex is pretty good..."
You fidget nervously knowing that you're lying. You know it's because you're running, running from the fattest crush you have on your roommate. Maki zenin.
Maki scoffs.
"He doesn't even eat you out, didn't you tell me that not too long ago?? Is that your idea of sex that's so good it has you running back to him?"
"Well...its not a big deal...I never really had that kind of action before so I'm okay with not getting it."
Maki's hands flex into fists.
"Yeah. You're missing out twin"
She murmurs under her breath moving around to the side of the red car she was just working on and sliding beneath it on a roller.
"Nah...but hey look I have to get back to our apartment, it's my turn to cook tonight so don't touch the kitchen."
Maki remains working under the car while giving you a silent and casual thumbs up. You roll your eyes grabbing your purse to leave the mechanic shop.
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That evening you cooked of course making something simple like spaghetti, as you ate you couldn't help but become curious about when she was coming back to the apartment. For weeks you had to admit that you'd been experiencing some odd dreams. Wet ones in particular. The kind that wake you up out of your sleep in the middle of the night that leaves your panties soaked. The kind where the dream involves your androgynous roomate Maki who in every dream is ravishing your sopping wet cunt with her lips.
When you're finished eating dinner, your belly is
Twisting with anticipation as you clean up. When you read the time on your phone it’s well past 8pm and you're growing more and agitated by the minute. Your teeth grind so hard you can taste metal 'what's taking her so long? She didn't even eat dinner.'
Just as you had finished cleaning the kitchen you began washing the dishes. The pudgy muscles in your frame tense waiting for the sound of your front doorknob to twist. Each moment you knew it was becoming clearer and clearer that you wanted your friend and roommate as more than just that. You were goddamn thirsty, you were so frustrated by now from months of curiosity. But for fucks sake you were always way too shy and nervous to tell her. Maki was mean. Sometimes TOO mean, and it made you trip over your words with even just the words to explain to her what you were feeling. And honestly...it had taken you some time to figure out what you were feeling. But now you know. And whether you're scared or not you have to tell her because now it's practically killing you.
Just as you had finished washing the dishes the doorknob to your apartment twists and when you hear the click of the knob turning you shudder and your heart sinks. But you keep it cool and press your curled fist into the curve of your hip in protest.
Maki's face twists into confusion dropping her tool box at the walkway of the apartment.
"Um...you look...pissed?"
She steps into the dark apartment only illuminated by the living room tv and stove light.
"Yeah...you wasted dinner..."
Maki scoffs. 'What the hell is her problem all of a sudden?'
"You could've just saved it as leftovers...? What's the big deal..."
Your hands dampen with nervous sweat.
"I-I know...yeah...you're right...I had a long day...I'm sorry"
'Dammit I couldn't tell her....' You think to yourself as you turn off the lights of the apartment in frustration and walk toward your room.
"You're acting weird y/n....you okay?"
Maki follows you her tone genuinely concerned removing her shirt carelessly and you're already slamming your bedroom door behind you to hide the embarrassing rush of heart palpitations that bang against your ribcage as if it will burst through it. You hold your chest to catch your breath, your pulse quickening while a steady thudding echoed in your ears. You inhale deeply trying to cool the burning and feverish sensation that ignited the red flush of your cheeks.
"Fuck!"
Your tone is thick with desperation and the utter incapacity to catch your breath. You look around the spinning room until it stills. When you stand your legs feel like jelly until they buck.
"Damn these feelings...they...they're overwhelming...too overwhelming to tell her...I almost feel as if I never could—,"
You stiffen realizing you're talking to yourself. Well damn, she's really making me crazy isn't she...
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Later that night you lay awake in your bed your room is dark. The thoughts of her have kept you up tonight, the nagging feeling to just tell her how you feel physically curating an unbearable gnawing feeling in your gut. You close your eyes and just as you do, you get a text from your toxic boyfriend Naoya.
"Hey baby, nudes for me tonight?"
You clench your jaw tight in annoyance. Until your eyes hear the faintest sound. The soft sound of maki's voice...or a sound that she's making. You gulp trying not to jump to conclusions as you slowly spring from your bed and quietly leave your room. When you peak at the room next door, the sound coming from maki's room grows louder. Maki's room door is cracked with the faintest dimlighting seeping through, you peak an eye in to be discreet and you've fully convinced yourself at this point that it's just to make sure she's okay, it's just to make sure that the moaning isn't of pain....but when your eyes obsorb the sight before you, you can't even look away. No you don't WANT to look away.
Maki's muscles and scars coil with tension as her hand moves between her perched up legs. Her moans sound like music to your ears, you almost close your eyes just to listen to the sound. To savor the sound. But your eyes snap back open, needing to see everything, to take it all in because you've NEVER seen maki in such a weakened and vulnerable state and it makes your heart bang against your ribcage. Your face overheats with flush and you almost wonder for a moment if you'll suffer from a cardiac arrest as you gulp, slithering the glob of saliva down the dry and parched flesh in your throat. The sight of her working her hands in just the right alway to please herself makes the space between your legs glisten and dampen with need. Your breathing deepens with a farel need to have her, but you restrain yourself clamping your hands to the wood of her doorframe. Your heavy breathing quickly escalates to panting and you can barely restrain yourself any longer noticing your trembling and damp hands.
When Maki's moans grow louder your free hand finally snakes down your front to lift your shirt and beneath your panties. Your index finger teases your most sensitive flesh hidden between your glistening folds as you rub gently, the movements slow and careful until your greed takes over and you're rubbing harder. The sensitive flesh there growing more and more tender under your fingers. And now you're Farel, an absolute fucking goner, the moans filling your ears mixed with the raw sensitivity of your erogenous flesh has goosebumps peaking over your skin. You sink your teeth into your plump bottom lip and a sudden thought clouds your mind.
'My boyfriend Naoya would never make me feel this way...I didn't even KNOW I could feel this way...'
And with that singular thought you can't even hold back anymore. A raw, desperate moan tears from your throat.
But suddenly the moaning in Maki's room stops. And your heart skips a beat. 'Shit, she heard me'
Before Maki reaches her room door to open it to investigate the faint sound, your hiding behind the bathroom door.
"Y/n?"
She calls out her voice slighly shaky. You peak from behind the bathroom door knowing it's all but too late. You're sure she knows. You move from the bathroom back into the hallway.
"Yes? Maki..?"
Your shy and timid Toney seems to soften her nearly nervous face.
"Y/n you're blushing?"
You nod anxiously.
"Just Naoya texting me about...s-stuff"
Even you're proud of such a believable lie that you came up with out the thin fucking air.
"Oh...okay...well...what you doing up so late? And I'm sorry for the noise..."
She blushes at her admittance.
"No, no, you're fine! What noise? I didn't hear anything..."
Maki folds her arms and leans against her doorframe.
"You're a terrible liar you know that?"
Your breath catches hard and your heart sinks with an intensity that makes you wonder if this is what it feels like to be at the brink of death.
"What!? Why would you accuse me of lying maki!? I'm fine, I swear I had headphones in all night"
She scoffs.
"Uhhh huh, and you never answered my question about what you were doing up so late"
You pant heavily your cheeks hotter than a branding iron.
"I-I've just had a lot on my m-mind..."
You stammer nervously, your hand coming up to grip your other arm at your side.
"Like what?"
The inquisitive nature of Maki's questions overwhelm you and make you feel cornered, and you'd almost do anything for her to leave it alone.
"Maki! I'm fine..."
She startles for a moment at your defensiveness and holds her hands out in slight surrender.
"Alright jeeze..."
But when she opens her room door to disappear behind it you snap. You can't take it anymore. You're not sure if it's because this crush has been ruining your goddamn life or if the timing was magically just right tonight but it slipped out in just the way you had imagined it in your head.
"I-I've been having these feelings..."
Your words trail off as if you're afraid to hear it outside of your head were you've kept them safe for so long. Safe from accepting it, safe from the reality.
Maki turns to face you and in her eyes is absolutely nothing but hope. You stare into her hopeful eyes and you immediately know. You know that look, it's the kind of look you've had in your eyes for months since the two of you had first moved in together. The silence stretched for a while too long. The tension thick.
Mali's eyes narrowed with intensity.
"Just say it."
Her tone is flat and demanding.
"I-I think I like women..."
Maki’s chest rise’s and falls with a deep breath as her breathing clearly deepens. She moves toward you, closing the small space between you.
“And what makes you think that?”
The silence in long and profound, only making your heartbeat so loud it thrums in your throat like a second pulse. You gulp loudly stalling the urge to speak. Your hands curl into fists with restraint. Because you know you have to say it now…and there’s no turning back.
“B-because of you…I-I like you Maki…”
You finally stammer it out and when you do Maki closes what already little space there is between you, her eyes narrowing into yours. Her firm hands coiled with restraint rubs along your plush flesh until her fingers squeeze slow and firmly to the peak of your hip. Her hands grip there and yank your hips to press hard against hers. You can’t help the moan that escapes you when she does, you’re already at her mercy just at her heated proximity. She slowly leans her head into yours, her breath mingling along your cheek and neck.
And just before you let her kiss that sensitive spot at the side of your neck she whispers there.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that y/n…”
Her voice is a whisper, thick with restrained need. You fight the urge to stay frozen under her touch. Your hands move from your sides and rise over her biceps until you’re at her shoulders. Your hands land there gently to caress the scarred soft skin there, while your breathing seeps from her gentle breath tingling along your neck sending chills down your spine. The urge to slam her against the wall and rush this has you grinding your teeth with barely contained suppressed need. And then you finally feel it.
Soft, wet and patient lips pressing to that tender neck of yours. Slow and unhurried and immediately drawing a shuddering moan from your lips. When she hears your moan, loud and unfiltered, her hands squeeze tighter at your hips before she’s leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and sucking along your neck. And then moving the cold, wet, slow and gentle kisses down just the curve of your shoulder. And then down your collar bone. And then your chest. She moans muffled against your flesh, muffled while tasting you against her mouth with a deep yearning feeling for more.
She lifts her head from your chest and presses a needy and open mouthed kiss to your lips. You deepen the kiss with an urgency that borders on desperation, your lips pressing hard into hers until your tongue is pressing past her lips and tangling with hers. And when she moans it only makes you crazier, your hands move up to tangle in her hair and grip there with an intensity that makes her ravish you.
In the middle of the heated kiss her hands move from the gripped and steady place on your hips to roam all over stomach until she’s groping your breasts and squeezing with a deep need for you.
“M-maki…”
You whine desperately. Your hands on her shoulder trembling with need.
“Yeah?”
She rasps breaking the kiss. Her eyes locked on yours searching for any sign of discomfort.
“I-I’m scared…I’ve never been with a woman before…”
Maki takes a deep and rough inhale and exhale to hold back to beast inside of her that just flared with heat at your admition.
“That’s alright y/n….”
She moves her hands from your breast to your back to pull you in somehow closer for another gentle tap kiss.
“I’m going to take care of you…okay?”
Your face burns hot like an inferno in her arms. She pulls you into another fierce kiss gripping the fabric at the back of your shirt to press you harder against her. When she finally breaks the kiss she’s already smiling gently at the sight of you already disheveled because of her. Something possessive creeps it’s way into her chest igniting a warm burning feeling as she lifts you into her arms princess style and grips tight to your thigh. She carries you into the dark living room, and makes no effort to turn on the lights. When she looks down at you, your hands are gripping into the fabric of her black sports bra and she lets another gentle closed mouthed smile creep in the crook of her lips.
“Where are you going…the bed is…”
Maki lets out a mischievous chuckle.
“I’m going to show you something that feels better outside of the bed”
You gulp nervously followed by heavy breathing with anticipation for what she’s talking about.
She finds your desperate panting cute as she sits you down on the sofa and has you straddle her waist. You look down at her with curiosity as her hands find your thighs and slowly trail upward toward your waist.
“What’s this?”
Your mind spinning with possibilities.
“Ssshhhh…..be a good girl and let me work. Hold the questions until the end…”
You nod as her hands move under your shirt to remove it. She slides your shirt off in one rough swift motion, your breath catches at the cool air that graces your now bare skin and exposed breast. Your hands immediately find her shoulders as her find your waste. Her eyes roam over your perfect silhouette before her, as her fingers move to remove the fabric of your panties, teasing at the spandex lining before they’re sliding down your legs. You stand so they’re fully removed from you before stationing back in the straddling position on her lap. Both of your breathing deepens with an unfiltered desire, when your panties hit the floor her mouth immediately finds one of your breast to suckle on your petruding nipples.
“Mmm…”
You can barely utter words at the pleasure and sensation of her cold wet mouth massaging your breasts and sucking on your nipples. You massage her hair. Her moans muffled against your breast as she works her mouth.
“M-maki p-please I want you!”
Maki’s eyes lock on yours.
“Where do you want me sweetheart?”
She says her tongue teasing at your petruding nipples.
Her hands slide down your hips to rub your sensitive nub.
“Mmhmmm….”
You whimper helplessly.
Then there’s a sudden feeling. Soft fingers rubbing on your slick folds, teasing before her index and middle finger slide in making plop! Sound that makes you both moan. Her fingers swirl around your insides for only a moment before her fingers move in a steady thrust like motion. The sound of your slimy slick mimicking the sound of Mac n cheese as she moves her pace. She slowly picks up the pace matching her barely restrained desire.
“Fuck”
Her tone blunt and strained.
Her fingers curl into your tender spot that makes you whimper at the sensitivity. Your reaction on spuring her on and making her more desperate to hear every sound you make. She pushes in on that spot slower and then rougher with every stroke of her fingers between your slicks walls.
“M-maki I like that…yes! Right there…”
You say with quiver lips.
Her voice is dark and gritty as she leans in to whisper against your ear.
“How much do you like you baby tell me, so I can have you a trembling goddamn mess around my hands darling…”
“I need you so badly Maki please…its the only thing I want right now”
she murmurs softly her slick getting wetter by the minute.
You tilt your head back to let out a deep and unfiltered moan. Her fingers continue to target that spot with tirelessly. Your moans just fuel to the already growing fire in her core. She’s already wet and throbbing beneath her boxers at the sight of you coming undone and the sounds you’re making. She pants heavily with the eagerness and desperation to witness your orgasm.
She lets out a low grumble from deep in the back of her throat, her fingers pumping in and out of you as she rides on the high of pure primal need to make you hers. And only hers.
“Tight little fucking thing…clenching around me already”
You’re already whimpering and trembling at her intense hands working you to death, your hips thrashing in a grinding motion just to intensify what you can already barely handle. She can’t help the urge now to taste your hidden and tender nub. Her tongue going in to flick at that raw flesh there as her fingers consistently let you slosh your slick around them as they push into your g spot.
“Oh maki!”
hearing your need and desperation like this, for her and her alone almost breaks Maki.
the sound of you losing yourself to pleasure sets a fire within Maki, a fire that won't be put out until she's wrung the last drop of bliss from your body. her fingers speed up slightly, curling to hit that sweet sensitive spot that makes you arch your back and moan her name.
"say it again"
she growls out, her voice guttural with raw need.
"I want to hear you say my name again, sweetheart. louder. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know who’s tearing you apart”
she rovers her lips nipping, kissing and sucking at your exposed skin as she murmurs rough against the curve of your hip before nipping gently at the sensitive flesh there.
“Oh god maki!”
You’re practically drunk on the feeling as your bounce there on her fingers. Letting the feeling of her working fingers slide in and out of you.
"you're so goddamn wet, sweetheart. That’s it, say my name”
“Oh maki!! I-I’m gonna—!!”
You’re bellowing out feeling your body tense up, your muscles lock, and you shiver and tremble viciously until you’re practically blacking out and seeing stars, and leaking your white creamy substance down maki’s fingers.
While you’re coming down from your high she teases your raw g spot just once more before removing her fingers and sucking every bit of your juices from her fingers.
You pant heavily the world still spinning as you recover from the orgasm. But without warning she wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace.
“It’s alright sweetheart I’m right here okay? Deep breathes….”
She buries her face in crook of your neck while her hand caresses your back as your arms return the affection wrapping tightly against her back.
She breathes deeply for you to follow her breathing pattern just to settle you. Her fingers intertwine with yours and you both squeeze firmly.
Your breathes follow hers until the trembling and shivering subsides.
When she finally feels you settle she kisses your neck before standing.
“M-maki where are you going?? A-aren’t you done with me?”
“Fuck no. I’m just getting started love”
“Oh?”
“Go get on that bed. Now”
Without hesitation you immediately and shamelessly scurry to your room quickly to drop down onto your bed.
When you drop onto the bed it’s as if you’re already sheepish to what you know she intends to do you. She grins at sight before her, a goddamn dream come true, for the both of you.
“On your back”
Her voice a feminine commanding voice you’d dare disobey.
The sight of you so eager and desperate and obedient layed out on your bed like and offering is almost too much. Seeing you like that for HER of all people makes her want to take you right here and now. She wants you so damn back it practically hurts as she steps toward your bed at your bare and exposed body.
“You’re going to love every second of this in just a second…”
She says grinning at your eager face.
She kisses your burning red cheeks before gripping a firm hand to the back of your neck to steady you and kissing you rough. You yelp at the sudden grip but you return the intensity of her kisses sloshing your needy tongue around in her mouth. She moans softly and bites and pulls on the flesh of your bottom lip with her teeth as she breaks the kiss.
“I intend to make a goddamn mess of your pretty little pussy sweetheart…”
You whine softly at the implication as she presses a firm hand on your stomach to push you down onto the bed. She leaves a trail of kisses and love bites down your chest and bare sensitive breast. Her hands firm on your hips digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise your soft body until she reaches your inner thigh.
Her kisses become slower teasing close enough to just before where you want her most.
“M-maki please!”
She sinks her teeth at the flesh at your inner thigh.
“Please what?”
She gins at the beautiful sight of your glistening and glimmering slick between your legs that are already trembling with a visceral need for her mouth.
“PLEASE TASTE ME!!”
You’re crying out. Already lost, already desperate, willing to do ANYTHING to feel her mouth at this point.
“Taste what sweetheart?”
She runs a slow rough tongue from the back to the front and over your little nub in one go before plants and open mouthed kiss and stops.
“That? Is that what you want sweet heart?”
You squirm needily beneath her, your hips bucking with desperation for more. But She presses hard on yourself thighs forcing them spread apart with a roughness that makes you mule just to keep you hostage.
“No running sweetheart…”
“M-more Maki!! Please!!”
Your face burns hot as you beg for what you need most.
“Okay sweetheart….only because you asked so nicely….”
Her hands grip firm into your thighs as she lowers her mouth to your warm and glistening core to plant another open mouthed kiss to your raw and sensitive flesh there, her soft wet lips pressing to you while your tongue massages your sweet folds. Running up and along your opening and in between the folds with a sucking motion that vacuums your pussy. And when you cry out and buck your hips against her mouth she smacks a mean rough hand down on your sensitive nub.
“No, no sweetheart….let me do my thing…”
She murmurs against your core before divulging in another open mouthed kiss to your core and letting her lips purse in a kissing suctioning motion. She flicks her tongue along your tender nub in the center of your core. She lets her tongue wildly ravish you running it just along your entrance again before sucking on your clit.
“M-m-more maki please!”
She grins on your core before spanking your pussy again.
“Okay sweetheart….you want more?”
She stands from your dripping pussy full of saliva and your juices, before lying down next to you.
Look over at her next you in innocent confusion.
“W-what?”
Maki gestures her hand to her face.
“Sit your sweet ass on my face sweetheart”
She says bluntly, and you don’t let her ask you twice as you move without hesitation to lower yourself over Maki’s lips and mouth. The moment you finally let yourself rest on her face, she immediately begins to move her tongue and grips your thighs firmly down onto her face as she moans.
“m-maki!!”
You cry out as your moving hips only intensify with your need.
“I bet your shitty boyfriend doesn’t make you feel like this huh?”
“N-no! He can’t make me feel like this!”
You yelp helplessly with unhinged desire.
The feeling of her kissing and sucking on your pussy makes you crazy. You’re grinding your hips on her ravishing mouth while her tongue still manages to tease your clit running circles around it in rough and desperate motions. She moves her firm hands from your thick plush thighs to your ass just to squeeze and spread you so mean on her mouth that you mule loudly. Your thighs tremble around her face as she slurps your pussy loudly as if it’s her last meal. Your grinding and rolling hips do nothing to stop the unrelenting eager movements of her tongue that’s now pushing in and out of your entrance just to taste more of you.
“MAKI!!”
“That’s it sweetheart….thats what I want hear”
Maki rubs your clit hard until you’re spraying your liquid down her chin and chest. Your eyes stream with tears as you whine and whimper uncontrollably. Your body immediately trembling hard before another orgasm crashes through your body, and maki runs her tongue all throughout your pussy just to eat it all up, slurping sounds echoing loudly with her sheer need to taste and devour every part of you.
And when you slide from her mouth to collapse onto your bed, she sits up to admire the completely and utterly ruined sight of you barely able to move.
“You did such a good job sweetheart….such a good fucking girl”
Her hand coming up squeeze your hip gently.
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By morning you had let your roommate maki suck your pussy until it was completely raw and sensitive from her mouth. She had even folded you in half just to get a better taste of you, and when your offered to reciprocate she wouldn’t let you, wouldn’t even let you loose to rest. But now you’re lying in bed ignoring your boyfriend naoya’s third phone call.
Maki sits up in your bed next to you and gestures to your phone.
“You know he’s not going to stop calling…”
You sigh with an annoyed nod and answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Damn baby where you been? I’ve been calling you all morning…”
You sigh and answer reluctantly.
“Sure I guess….”
But just before you could utter another word Maki reaches over your shoulder to snatch your phone from your grasp.
“Look dude she’s busy with me right now. And next time you guys have sex try eating her out….she tastes amazing…just so she doesn’t come begging for me again…although….I doubt even that would stop her now bud. Good luck.”
the gap moe is gojo satoru, number one gaming youtuber in japan, and how he crashes out loser style whenever people hit on his vlogger girlfriend. (that’s you, by the way.)
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern au, youtuber au, everyone is an adult, hints of reverse harem
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AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ GUYS I HATE NAOYA AS MUCH AS YOU TRUST THE PLOT PLEASEEE I BEG
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
the j in jujutsu corp stands for jeez why are we still working here...
【 A FIVE PART SERIES 】 . . . the hectic life of sleep-deprived employees, their shithole of a company, and you, the friendly new intern who wears the chanel spring 2026 two-piece to work. welcome to jujutsu corp, where your arrival finally brings color (and much needed gossip) to the office.
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern au, office au, female reader, intern!reader, reader is a nepo baby but everyone loves her bc she’s cool, reverse harem, everyone is an adult, the company stuff in this fic is not peer-reviewed
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✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (can be read in any order)
( the ones marked with ✶ are written parts )
┊ our new intern wears chanel to work
┊ boss if you make her cry one more time our stock plummets ✶
┊ team building is why our company’s in shambles
┊ do ghosts work overtime?
┊ the security files (they almost got fired)
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