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I’m so happy people are talking about incel Zandik more ugejehshehd BUT
May I present the version of him who is both a nerdy asshole roommate AND he’s like, the best fuck you’ve ever had?
MDNI
Imagine knocking on his bedroom door down the hall near your own just to hear him groan a very gravelly, unenthusiastic “what” through the other side. You come in and politely tell him you’re just coming to take any dishes and he’ll just point at the various cups, plates, bowls, and silverware scattered about his desk space, scraped clean of the food you prepared for him (though he’d never admit he liked it). You could hear him clicking furiously whilst playing a game, cussing someone out through his headset every few seconds.
He was rude, a slob, misogynistic, had no life direction, and generally was not the kind of person you ever pictured yourself sharing a living space with. Still, the bills were paid on time and groceries were in the fridge, even if it came at the cost of Zandik demanding a second dinner at 11pm. He had literally zero regard for anyone but himself.
STILL, to your dismay, he was sexy as all hell. You could hear him stroking his cock through the walls every night, muttering under his breath about pornstar tits. You’d accidentally seen him naked when he forgot to fully shut the bathroom door before a shower. He was hung like a fucking horse. You hated him for it.
But you so loved to touch yourself on the opposite side of the wall in time with him, having memorized his sounds and breathing patterns enough to sync up your orgasms <3
And of course he would catch onto this eventually because your noises were distracting him from his gooning sesh (god forbid🙄). You’d hear irritated footsteps thumping down the hall and your bedroom door would fly angrily open, his sweatpants hanging low at his hips where you could almost follow his lil happy trail down to the goods.
But then he’d see you scrambling to cover yourself and this eerie calm would wash over him, like, oh, this slut wants me bad.
He’d spend that next hour plowing you into the mattress so good it would leave you wondering where the fuck he learned to do that and how the fuck he knew exactly where the clit was when you’d never seen him remotely near a female that wasn’t yourself. The condom finally conceded and broke after about 20 minutes of straight fucking with no stop.
And he’d take so much advantage of having a live in fucktoy roommate that was into him like that! He’d put you on his lap and have you ride him while he “dealt with noobs” on his game, making sure to pick up your moans in the mic. He’d shove you beneath his desk to choke on his cock when he was feeling lazy, tilting your chin up with his fingers just to spit into your mouth after you swallowed his load. He’d use you as a way to blow off steam after shitty matches, folding you into the couch without having muted in his vc.
Of course, this didn’t make him any nicer to you. In fact, you now had a man demanding dinner with his hands all over your thighs and ass, pressing you into the counter. And, though it felt a little wrong, you kinda didn’t mind.
you’re obsessed with gojo’s beauty marks — even the ones on his dick.
one thing you loved about gojo was the multiple beauty marks he had all around his body. you first noticed them when you went out to the arcade together. having just joined jujutsu tech, principal yaga encouraged you to go out with the other students. you asked satoru, the boy you crushed on the second you were introduced to each other.
if he wanted to hang out after seeing that no one else was available. your heart leaped when he accepted almost immediately.
“i haven’t gone to the fair in forever!” he beamed, smile stretched across his pretty face. “cmon, i’ll play all those basketball tossing games and win you whatever you want.”
when you both walked side to side with several stuffed animals, joking about the bumper cars and how he was a terrible driver, you saw the mole right under his eye. your eyes soon fell down to the one on his right cheek, then one on his plump lips. ever since then, you’ve made it your goal to try and find each one.
you invited him over to the pool on a scorching hot day, feeling your breath hitch when he took off his shirt to jump in. “you not gonna jump in?” he asked, already prepping himself for a dive. but you were too mesmerized to answer back.
water splashed everywhere when his body fell into the pool, landing on you as well. “satoru!!” you called out, wiping your face with you hands in slight annoyance. he laughed at your reaction, pearly whites shining underneath the sun. there were more beauty marks on his chest, and when he turned around, his back was practically littered with them.
“sorry princess, had to get you wet somehow, right?”
your face burned. in what way did he mean that?
he slid onto the floor next to you, kicking his feet in the water. “you look good in that bikini.” he coo’ed.
“thank you..” you squeaked, forcing yourself to look away. it was quiet for a bit until a wave of confidence washed over you. your hand hesitantly reached out to touch the dots on his arm. satoru looked down at you, confused as to what was happening.
“what’s this, hm?”
“i really like your beauty marks..” you mumbled, tracing each one that traveled down his arm. “yeah? i’ve got some on my ass too.” satoru smiled before you playfully slapped him. “i’m kidding, mostly.”
his hand tugged down his swim shorts just a bit to reveal one on his lower waist, right on that delicious v line. your finger brushed against it, making his breath hitch. “what do you mean mostly?”
“i mean they’re not on my ass.. but y’know.”
yeah, you definitely knew. that’s why you both were inside in the living room, deep throating your best friend after he had shown you the beauty mark on his tip. “fuckkk..” satoru threw his head back, opening his eyes to watch the way you bobbed yours up and down. “that’s it, suck harder baby.”
you don’t know how it never came to you that he might’ve had some on his dick as well. but you were glad you got to see them either way. your toes were curled, preventing yourself from gagging excessively. not like it did much when he was packing an 8 inch cock that could kill someone.
your whimpers sent vibrations through him, making him arch on the couch. “gonna cum..” he warned, but your eyes were fixated on all the pretty marks on his body. he was like the sky decorated in stars and you were just a stargazer.
“been wanting ya for months.. think i haven’t seen ya staring at me like im a piece of meat? huh?” he slapped your cheek playfully, dropping the hand to squeeze your throat. “got a beauty mark kink or something sweet girl?” you whimpered, eyes shutting close when his warm seed spilled into your mouth. “take every last drop.”
seeing that you obeyed, he gently pulled away. a string of a mixture of saliva and cum connected you to his tip, making you want more.
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—呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen
𑣲𝓢𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 - After the brutal Gojo clan defeated the royals that occupied your home town, he caught eye of you, a young girl working for your family. A peasant . Once your family found out, they threw you to the wolfs. what now?
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 —> sneak peak here!.
𑣲𝓢𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓 - birds and rats scatter upon his arrival, maids move out of the way. Although he treats you with tender (in his own way), there’s something off putting. almost as, he’s not human.
𑣲𝓝𝙖𝙤𝙮𝙖 𝙕𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀 ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ ⤷ read here!
𑣲𝓨𝙪𝙪𝙩𝙖 𝙊𝙠𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙨𝙪 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃… 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇? 𐂯 .ᐟ⸝⸝ - YOU adopted a hybird puppy from the shelter after your friend, Shoko, called you. Apparently, hes originally from Kyoto, shipped to Africa for some type of “training”, and now? he’s in your house and bed. 🐾
ᝰ.ᐟ -おっこつ ゆうた—- 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ⤷ read here!
—Dead by Daylight
𑣲𝓚𝙚𝙣 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙠𝙞 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 - you’re a new survivor and it’s your first trial ever! Unlucky for you, it’s the ghoul. Luckily for you, he took interest.
—OVERWATCH.
𑣲𝓖𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 - description loading…
𑣲𝓡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ (𝐑𝐀𝐌)𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄! - description loading….
𑣲𝓒𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 - Originally from the city, You visit your friend, Ashe, in the countryside and stay at her house for the summer. her outlaw friend, Cole Cassidy, takes interest in you — a pretty, sweet little diva, the total opposite of him.
—鬼滅の刃 Demon Slayer
𑣲𝓜𝙪𝙯𝙖𝙣 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 - his interest is peeked by you, a little human, soon turning into a unhealthy obsession. How will you escape? Will you?
𑣲𝓓𝙤𝙪𝙢𝙖 - m.l ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒 - a flower to him, beautiful as a lotus, and treating you with such delicacy. he’s the only thing you need, he’ll make sure of it.
The fastest way into Satoru’s wallet pants heart... wallet, is a trick you learned from Suguru early on in your relationship with them.
You keep refreshing the tab on your phone hoping to see the price tag come down on the item of your desires but if anything it feels like it’s only going up, up, up and out of your grasp. You sigh and lock your phone, setting it in front of you on the mattress. You bury your head in your arms, letting go of the dream of owning the illusive item.
Strong hands grip your hips and flip you onto your back, Suguru’s playful expression engulfing your view as he lays on top of you. His face falls when yours doesn’t light up, asking you gently, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s dumb,” you say, shaking your head.
“It’s not dumb if you’re upset. Tell me.” His expression is so soft, so gentle that all you can do is sigh again and confess, showing him the listing on your phone.
“Ask Satoru.” Suguru makes it sound so simple.
Your cheeks heat at the idea of it alone. Realistically, you know you can ask him for anything and he’d happily give it. The insane price tag is what holds you back. There is no way you could ask for something that expensive.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” Suguru sits up at your hesitation, his knees on either side of your hips. “Listen, he’s just a man with a stupid amount of money and what do men with a stupid amount of money like to do? Spend it on pretty things.” He leans forward, his face in yours again to press a kiss to your jaw as he whispers, “That’s us.”
“I can’t,” you repeat, tilting your head away to get a better view of the man sitting on top of you.
Suguru rolls his eyes and huffs. “Do you want it?”
“Not tha-”
“Do you want it?”
“I don’t need it.”
“I didn’t ask if you need it. Yes or no, do you want it?” He raises his eyebrows, making a poor attempt at not smiling while he waits for your answer.
You swallow down your shame, avoiding eye contact as you admit, “yes,” through gritted teeth.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He presses a kiss to your lips and stands.
You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him free his hair from the bun he keeps it in, long hair falling over his shoulders and down his back. You gulp when his shirt comes off next, nothing you haven’t seen before but god, he’s fucking breathtaking.
6’3 of lean muscle, raven locks down to his waist, sharp jawline and cheekbones.
The kind of beauty that wars have been fought over.
Suguru takes your hand and pulls you to your feet.
“Let me show you how to charm the man who has the money,” he says, guiding you down the hallway and into the living room where Satoru sits on the couch, lost in whatever’s displayed on his phone screen.
You lean against the living room wall, observing the way Suguru moves across the room to settle into Satoru’s lap. He plucks Satoru’s phone from his hand and tosses it to the other cushion, commanding his attention. Satoru’s face blushes a bright, pretty pink as he takes in the sight of Suguru and all of his raw sex appeal.
“Toru, baby,” Suguru purrs, pressing himself closer to Satoru, guiding his hands to his waist. “I need your credit card.”
“Mmm, yeah?” Satoru hums, his hands roaming over Suguru’s sides and around his back to lock him in place. His pupils are already swallowing his irises, glazed over by lust. “What for?”
Suguru cages him against the back of the couch, his hair falling in a curtain around them. He rolls his hips down into Satoru’s just to hear him choke on the air he tries to suck in when their dicks brush; they’re only half hard but it’s enough. “That doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“You’re gonna bleed me dry, gorgeous.” Satoru surges up to plant his lips on Suguru’s, just for Suguru to pull back.
“Who says it’s for me?” Their eyes turn to you, still leaning against the wall. You swallow thickly, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. Satoru chuckles and returns his attention to Suguru, attempting to bring their lips together again. Suguru grabs his jaw before they can connect, just barely letting them brush when he says, “Ah- card first.”
Your clit throbs watching the interaction, completely hypnotized by Suguru the same way Satoru is. You’re pulled out of your trance and forward by Suguru holding out a little silver piece of plastic to you that you take too long to realize is Satoru’s card.
You stumble over your own feet on you way to the couch, gingerly taking the card from Suguru’s out stretched hand. You whisper a ‘thank you,’ and you’re not even sure who you’re thanking or what for, but you press a kiss to Suguru’s cheek regardless as his tongue explores Satoru’s mouth.
You turn to head back to the bedroom and enter the digits on the card into your phone on a somewhat questionable website, only to be stopped by Satoru’s hand grabbing your wrist.
When you turn back to face him, Suguru is leaving open mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck, his chest heaving as he pushes his hips up into Suguru’s.
“At least kiss me before you rob me blind.” He smirks up at you, eyes half lidded. His mouth falls open around a deep moan when Suguru finds a particularly sensitive stretch of skin, and there’s that throb in your clit again.
Your breathing is becoming just as uneven as Satoru’s. You sit next to them, your knees tucked under you and lean forward, your lips capturing Satoru’s.
“Thank you, Toru,” you whisper against his lips when you part.
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After your quarrel with Yuuta, he is left confused and hurt. He questions what he did wrong, when did it happen? He decides on waiting it out for a few days, only to realize you’re not budging like he thought. Reluctantly, he confides in his friends for advice. It is only then does he realize what hes been missing the whole time.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ💍་༘࿐ CW : slight suggestiveness, COMFORT!!!, sappy shit, brief mention of kissing, reader is shokos assistant, yuuta is kind of dumb, mentions of yuutamaki
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Yuuta was a man of many things. Power, knowledge.. apparently not one of reading others emotions well.
He did not understand why you acted the way you did.
Or still are…
You wouldn’t even glance his way. You were avoiding him like the plague, and he didn’t understand why. what did he do wrong? Both of you were close before he left for training in Africa. He thought maybe you needed time adjusting, he was away for a while after all. Or, perhaps, you were stressed out from all the paperwork and exams, that wasn’t easy after all.
he thought that by a few days, everything would blow over. that you would be fine.but when you picked up your belongings, walked away and said something along the lines of “I forgot I had medical paperwork due,” after he approached the groups table to join for lunch, he did not have a explanation. Maki, panda, and Inumaki looked in shock.
The way you looked at him with indifference, with distain hurt him. what did he do? he wanted his best friend back.
and maybe that was the issue.
he simply did not know how to talk, or even approach you.
until one day at training, sparring with maki, he miscalculated and slipped on the floor, causing an injury to his ankle. of course, using his RCT he could heal himself…but this was a perfect opportunity that he would not let slip.
“Okkotsu, are you alright?” Maki flatly said, her voice laced with a bit of worry. Yuuta gave a small smile, shaking his head. “help me to the infirmary, please.”
you were sanitizing and rearranging tools, back to the door when it creaked opened. You knew it was not Shoko, she left you in charge of the infirmary while she picked up a pack of cigs. you prayed it was not Gojo-sensei ready to torment your ears about sweets again. To your unfortunate surprise, it was a hurt yuta leaning against a very stern maki.
she did not say anything as she helped him to the infirmary bed before leaving. once her silhouette was gone, yuuta turned to face you.
The silence was awkward.
“I fell while training.” he started, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “my knee.”
“and you couldn’t heal yourself?”
“No.”
“why not?”
“I’m too tired to use it… too much energy.” he lied.
you very much knew he was lying, but as a medical assistant you could not question it— if a patient was injured, it was your duty to treat them.
With a deep sigh, you got your tools ready before walking over to him and kneeling down next to his knee. he held in a hiss when you applied rubbing alcohol cut. maybe it was better just to use rct!
“you look pretty on the floor,”
“excuse me?”
“N-no.. not like that! I meant.. ugh!” he panicked. “I meant doing your job, I left before getting a chance to see you do it.”
“Oh.”
“yeah.” he said, looking down at the now fresh, healed skin on his knee. he didn’t even realize you used your rct on him. he watched your silhouette move across the room.
it was now or never.
“can we be normal again?” he blurted out. When you turned to look at him, he froze. Although he looked and sounded tougher, more manly, he was not. he was still the timid person you once harbored a heart for.
“Yuuta, you hurt me.” you said. a look of confusion on his face grew.
“hurt you?“ he questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty and hurt himself. “you just don’t get it.” You quietly trailed off, leaving him confused. “I don’t…?”— “Never mind, Yuuta.” Exhausted, you turned around and started sterilizing the counter .
yuuta was left to ponder about your words for hours, until he finally resided in getting help.
“I don’t know what to do..” he started, “I came back… and boom! she just, acts different!” he exclaimed, turning to a very unimpressed Inumaki. “what? not you too!” he panicked, commenting on the stare he was receiving. “Consider her feelings?” Panda chimed in. a look of confusion washed over yuutas face. “Feelings? What f-… oh.”
It was right there that Yuuta Okkotsu brain sized doubled, or, in this case, finally grew.
he showed up at your dorm an hour later with your favorite snacks and some apple juice.
“What’s this?” you questioned, leaning against the door of your dorm with a slight smirk. “for you!” he exclaimed with a bright smile, only threatening to drop when your hand gripped the door like you were about to shut it. “No, wait! Hear me out please. I’ll get on my knees if yo-” —- “oh my god, come in! you’re embarrassing!” You choked out, tugging the half bent-down man by his collar and ushering him inside.
The pair sat right across from each-other at your table. “I didn’t take your feelings into consideration,” He stated, pausing to look at your face. “I don’t know why it took me this long to realize that we both have feelings for each other.” he shyly whispered, the tip of his ears heating up. your eyes widened, clearly not expecting this.
a confession and apology?
“I’m sorry, forgive me please.” he apologized, sliding the snacks across the table. yuuta watched your face contort in confusion, the light blush appearing across your cheeks. “I thought you liked maki?” you replied in a instant, reluctantly taking the bag of chips he slid towards you. His face went pale as a sheet of paper, his Jaw falling a bit open. “What?! No, Oh my god!”
“Then why did you not send me letters? Only her?!”
“Is that what’s this has been about? You’re jealous?…” Yuuta questioned, his lips forming a smirk on his face. “Answer the question!” You sternly demanded.
“I didn’t want to distract you from your studies,” reluctant to stay the next part, he added “I made her spy on you.”
Oh
oh.
“ah.” Is all you could say. In a way, it was sweet. But still, he could’ve reached out and not be a creep, no matter if you were studying! “I forgive you.” You mumbled.
his tired eyes somehow lit up.
he reached down into his bag, pulling out the box he was supposed to give you last time. opening it, he pulled out a ring. Your eyes trailed over it as he softly gripped your wrist, placing the ring into your palm. “for you,” he said, “custom made in Africa. Look inside.”
The ring was gorgeous. Slipping it onto your finger, you held your hand up to the window for light, seeing the shine. “I love it, thank you so much.” you muttered, trying not let the tears spill. “Youre welcome.” he replied, admiring your face. you slid off the ring, looking along the ridges.
“Yuuta?”
“hm?” his eyebrows perked up. you held the ring towards him, rubbing your finger across the ‘to my bestfriend’ engraving. “you might need to take a flight back to Africa and update this.”
he could only laugh in response, leaning over the table and pressing a light peck to your lips.
a/n: sorry guys if this is really booty! I got super sick and just wanted to put this up, so I will update sometime in the future! Thank you for all the love and support.
Description : The Future frat president fucks a desperate sorority girl who wants to steal his chain. I honestly wrote so much lore for a one shot that I’m too lazy to even write a description. Read it. Trust!
Warning: Drinking, Sex, Virginity Loss, ect.
AN: Sorry it took so long! I was doing finals but I’m finally free! I honestly don’t know how this ended up being so long…
"How to become the next president of KPA? Steal something special from the boys most infamous Fraternity, AJK." Yuki says as she brushes her hair. Preparing to go out with her long term boyfriend Choso.
"Steal something? Like what? They’re homework? It sounds so easy to do so why arnt you president?" You question.
Yuki laughs.
"Well we started dating before we both got into our Greek life’s. So that immediately cancels out the chance to steal from each other." Yuki grabs her perfume and showers herself in the scent. "That meaning I’d have to steal this certain object from another boy.
"And what is the object you keep mentioning?" You cross your arms feeling impatient.
You stay quite awaiting for the answer. It made no sense for you to just steal something from them.
"You need to take there chain." Yuki said.
Clearly your older sister was pranking you.
"Yuki, In being serious, I want to be the next president." You lay on her bed as you stare at the ceiling.
"Im being very serious, it’s a little game the founders created. Just like we have our special bracelets they have there chains. Stealing something like that is considered big! We have so much pride in our houses that we would never just give out our jewelry to someone." Yuki continues.
"Every frat boy after initiation receives a chain for this purpose. Just like every sorority girl that receives a bracelet." Yuki explains.
There was a frat party tomorrow night. Maybe you’d be able to steal a chain there.
"Do I just snatch it from there neck. Or can I just ask for it?" You sit up to look at her.
"Oh sweetheart you’re too innocent. Those boys are creatures compared to you." Yuki said. "Iv heard stories where they sleep with our fellow sisters just for them not to give there chain at the end. Be careful who you approach, they’re never who they say they are." Yuki warns.
She grabs her purse from her nightstand and swings it over her shoulder.
"I think you’re better off running as vice president. They look more at academics and status for that position." Yuki says before walking out the door.
Was it a lost cause? Your older sister thought you weren’t capable enough of stealing such piece of jewelry. But maybe you could, you had an advantage.
Each Greek house had the sibling system. Where the first two years your considered the younger sister/brother while the last two years you are considered the older ones. Each year the president picks a pupil to sponsor for there potential position. That didn’t guarantee them the role but it gave quite the advantage if nobody stole anyone’s jewelry.
You were chosen as Mei Mei’s pupil. Simplify because she liked you the most. She mentioned liking you because you were quite literally the opposite of her. Which you wernt sure if it was a good thing or bad.
You didn’t really understand the logic behind it nor did you question it. As long as it benefited you.
"Iv been looking for you. We need to have a talk about tomorrow night." Mei Mei enters the room.
You nod and quickly follow behind her. Going straight down stairs to the meeting space.
It seemed like every younger sister was in here and a handful of the older ones too. It seems it was an announcement for everyone and not just you.
You take a seat on the table while everyone settles down.
It didn’t take long before the president started talking.
"You know my position is up for grabs. You all also know the rules already but I’m here to give you warnings and a heads up.
1. If you’re going to take, you cannot go for Gojo. He’s already president and he’s graduating in the spring.
2. Don’t go for any of the Older brother actually, they’re all assholes. Knowing them they’ll trick you into just sleeping with them.
3. Just because they’re younger doesn’t mean they don’t take after the older ones.
4. Please watch your drink and if you leave it unattended even for a second just get a new one.
And finally
5. Don’t go for the Pupil.
Unfortunately I cannot give you information about who he is because it’s kept a secret. I’m sure there will be obvious signs knowing Gojo." Mei Mei explains.
Shoko rolls in two luggage’s into the room. Seems like she’s going somewhere.
"We won’t be able to watch you tomorrow since we have a week long vacation to Europe. I’m sure Yuki will do a great job taking care of you." Shoko puts a pair of sunglasses on and waves Mei Mei to come over to her.
"Have fun! But not too much.” She winks before leaving.
The following day came fast. You and Yuki were about to walk out the door but she quickly pulled you to the side as everyone else walked out.
"I can’t believe you dragged me to this party. I promised Choso I wouldn’t go because I had no reason." She groans.
You didn’t ask her to come, nor did you force her but Mei Mei did. As the pupil you are to be watched by an older sister.
Only important people from the school knew who played which role. They cared about the schools image, why would they want the future presidents of the greek clubs to have a bad reputation?
Sometimes they would send students undercover to watch and take notes on what happens in these "Events."
Because of this Yuki is being forced to go. To basically babysit you.
"I heard a rumor that the university’s presidents son will be attending. If that is the case I cannot allow you to obtain a chain. You need to be on your best behavior." Yuki looks down on her phone.
She mumbled something under her breath as she read the message but it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear it.
You couldn’t believe that your mission has been put on a pause all because the presidents son was going to go to the party.
Unfortunately for Yuki that wasn’t going to stop you.
At the party she was stuck to you like glue. Not letting you leave her sight. She’d even shoo boys that approached you at the party.
As much as you loved her you were not feeling that way right now. You needed to somehow get away from her but how?
"Woah, what are you doing here?"
The two of you avert your eyes to the person who just spoke.
It was the infamous Gojo.
Yuki crossed her arms as she laid her back to the sofa. Clearly not wanting to initiate any conversation with him.
"Does Choso know your here? Because he just told us he wasn’t coming because he wasn’t going to associate himself with such party." Gojo leans in.
Well this was a party just made to just hook up.
Once again Yuki doesn’t respond.
Gojo shrugs. Walking away as if he saw nothing. Or at least that was what he was giving off. Yuki could read right through him.
"He’s going to snitch." Yuki pinches the bridge of her nose.
But what was there to tell on her for? It not like she was doing anything terrible.
"Want me to stop him?" You ask her.
She shakes her head. Yuki was determined to not let anything happen to you. You’d never taken her as someone who’d cock block you.
You sigh as you look around. You watched people dancing and drinking. Partying hard while you sat on the couch bored.
"Fuck." Yuki curses.
You didn’t bother question it.
"I can’t believe that jerk!"
Yuki groans.
“When I see him I’m going to punch him in the thro-"
Bzzzz, bzzzz, bzzzzz
Her phone started to ring.
You turn to look at her wondering what she was going to do next.
Yuki contemplated whether she should answer the phone or let it go to voicemail.
Maybe this was your chance!
Unfortunately she did let it go to voice mail.
How dare Yuki be such a good older sister.
It didn’t take long for the phone to start ringing again.
"Fine!" She stands up angrily. "Don’t you dare move from the spot!" She point at you.
The second she turned and started walking away was when you stood up and left your assigned spot.
She was not going to ruin one of the most important nights of your life!
You push your way through the crowed. Making your way to the back where all the guys were. The perfect spot to get a chain.
You found a nice corner in the area and took it as a spot to get comfortable in. If you watched and looked for the nicest guy then your get what you wanted in no time!
You wernt one for judging someone by their color but you needed to trust your intuition to find someone who wouldn’t just use you.
As you looked around the room you immediately noticed someone looking back at you. A guy with dark hair and a white t-shirt. He looked around your age and like a very nice guy. The guy next to him not so much.
Next to him sat Gojo Saturo. Who was also looking your way.
The younger one immediately got up and started walking your way. Moving swiftly through the crowed of people.
The second he was able to reach you he put his arm on the wall that was behind you.
"Are you okay?" He asks as he looks down at you."
Did you not look okay?!?
You nod at his question answering it without a word.
"I saw you with Yuki not too long ago but now I see you alone wondering around." He says loudly as he tries talking over the loud music.
Had he been keeping his eyes on you for that long?
"She had an urgent call to take." You answer him. He nods understanding your situation.
"Yo Okkotsu!" Someone yells behind him. He turns around and was given a red solo cup from another guy you assumed to be his frat brother.
He takes a long sip of the drink before going back to your conversation. "Usually being alone at a party is a big no no. Especially for a sorority girl like you. It’s not safe because of these guys." He moves his head towards the direction of Sukuna and Toji who were playing cup pong. "You can stay with me until your friend comes back." He says into your ear.
You recall the warnings Mei Mei had told you. No following the older guys and to not underestimate the younger ones. As long as you kept a legends out it should be fine! Right? You nod in agreement and grab his arm as he pulls you through the crowed. "I’m Yuta by the way." He turns back to make sure you were good.
You guys made it back to where he originally was. A couch with other guys surround it.
He took his seat first and proceeded to tap his lap indicating for you to sit on him. The other spots where taken by other guys so it didn’t leave you with much choices.
You just had never done something like this before. At least not in front of a huge group of people.
Maybe Yuki was right. You were to innocent for a world full of monsters.
Yuta grabs your waist and pulls you to his lap. You almost screamed by how aggressively he grabbed such an area.
You proceeded to sit there frozen not wanting to move an inch.
Yuta pushes you back so you could rest "comfortably" in his arm.
"You’re too stiff." He laughs before taking another sip from his cup.
You nod embarrassingly not knowing how to answer that comment.
He then offers you a sip from his drink.
"It’s a bit strong but it might loosen you up a bit." He says as he hands you the cup.
You obviously knew not to take cups from strangers but he took a drink from the cup already. How would he had drugged it if he also consumed it?
You take a big gulp hoping it would help with your nerves but soon regret it. The red cup contained straight up vodka. You choke at the sudden sensation of the burning liquid going down your throat.
“Woah! I did not expect you to do that. Are you okay?" Yuta asks as he takes the cup from you and sets it on the table.
"I thought it was a cocktail." You say as you hand holds your chest.
"Now why would we be drinking that?" He laughs before calling someone over.
You watch as a boy with pink hair approaches Yuta. He then asks for another cup with whatever he was having and he also asked for something softer.
"If you start feeling drunk tell me. I’ll let you sleep in my bed. No funny business of course." Yuta smiles reassuringly.
"I haven’t really seen you around much. It’s almost like the sorority is hiding you." Yuta said jokingly.
"I know! They’re always trying to keep me hidden. It’s so annoying!"
You complain turning around to straddle him. "They’re making me loose these fun experiences." You put your arms around his neck.
"Your not drunk right?" Yuta asks.
You shake your head. You where getting there though.
"I heard you are Mei Mei’s Pupil." Yuta lifts your head by your chin.
Your eyes widen in surprise.
"Did I hit it on the nail?" He smiles.
This wasn’t good. The first thing you were taught was to never let anyone figure that out.
Deny, deny, deny.
"No…" you look at him suspiciously.
Yuta laughs before his friend comes back and hands him over the drinks.
"Put hers on the table. She doesn’t need anymore right know.” Yuta says.
He’s catching on fast. So you needed to work faster.
You hands slowly run down to his neck until it reaches his collar. Every guy you looked at had there shiny chain around their neck but Yuta’s was no where in sight.
Maybe he had it under his shirt?
You slowly started moving your hand into his shirt until he quickly stopped you by grabbing your arms.
"Are you trying to grab my chain? There no need for that. Not right now at least." Yuta pulls your hands down.
His thumb grazing over your bracelet.
"Bad girl, do you know what this chain means?" He questions you.
"Give me your chain." You demand.
Yuta laughs as he shakes his head slowly.
"Does every girl from your house act like a brat? Or do you need a reality check?" Yuta squeezes your hands.
Instead of answering him you press your lips onto his. Slowly kissing him. Of course you knew what that stupid chain meant and you wanted it.
Yuta didn’t pull away. Instead he brought your body closer to his and started kissing you slowly.
The people around you didn’t react. They continued on with there conversation as if it was the norm to them.
What were you even thinking? What was the plan? To makeout with him until he gave it to you?
You separate the kiss and look at him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. You could read his face and it was saying "why did you stop?"
"Stop looking at me like that." You hide your face with the back of your hand that was freed.
Yuta leaned back on the sofa as he laughed. "You do this with other guys? Act all high and mighty and then immediately switches off to a timid girl?"
Yuta’s hand slides up your back all the way to the back of your neck. Holding you still from escaping him.
"What is it hm?" His other hand traces over your bottom lip. "Demanding me chain like you own it and then acting like a shy kitten. Stick to one If you’re going to pick a role to act."
Yuta let’s go of you and sits back down on his seat again. Taking another long sip from his drink.
"Let me tell you something. I guy isn’t going to give you there chain just before they ask. They’re going to want something in return." His eyes drag to your face.
"Honestly you’re lucky you bumped into me. These other guys would have taken advantage of you a long time ago." Yuta looks off into the distance.
"What do you want?" You squint at him.
Yuta pulls his necklace with his index finger. Showing you exactly what you wanted to see. Oh how it shined with the lights glowing.
"How about a kiss for each link?" He leans towards you. "Pretty simple if you ask me."
Ridiculously easy.
"Does the kiss I gave you a few minutes ago count?" You question him.
Yuta crosses his arms in thought. "Sure I’ll give it you since you’re complying so well."
You lean once again and kiss him. Which quickly leads to making out.
He seemed to have a 24 inch chain. So you could easily get this over with.
His arms tighten around you as he kisses you back, deeper this time. He counts each kiss internally, his mind racing with thoughts of how far he can push this game. After the 6th kiss, he breaks away briefly to whisper against your lips, "7 links down, 17 more to go."
"Easiest thing I’ve done since Iv gotten to this school." You say to him.
He laughs against your lips, the sound vibrating between you.
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"Easy? Sweetheart, you haven't even gotten to the hard part yet."
He kisses you slow and deep, making it count for two links.
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"What do you mean by that?" You pause in surprise.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"The part where I start getting creative with where those kisses land." His hand moves from your lower back to rest on your hip possessively. "Kiss my neck." Yuta tilts his head to the side to give you a good spot.
You sigh but continue anyways. Kissing his Adam’s Apple that bobbed with each swallow.
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"Where else?" You ask him.
"The closer to the prize the lower you have to go of course." Yuta smirks. "If the count keeps going down so do you."
“Are you crazy?!? I can’t do that! Not infront of all these people.." for a second you had forgotten where you were. You wernt alone with him. All of his frat brothers were sitting around watching how he played with you.
"Oh common they’ve seen much worst. They’re arnt even paying attention. Let loose a bit. Pretend they arnt there. I’ll even tell them to turn away if that makes you feel better. Yuta tries to make you reassure you.
“What if my sister sees!" You push him back onto the sofa.
Pushing you towards him until you fall on his chest.
"Then let her see," he says casually, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Let her watch her little sister work hard to get something she’s so desperate for." He leans closer. "You must be really spoiled as the pupil so I’m sure she’ll be surprised.
Yuta holds his gaze.
"I told you I’m not the pu-"
Yuta cuts you off. "Your a really bad liar, you look like a terrified animal everytime I mention it, But if you're really that worried, we could always..."
"Where are you?! I told you not to move!" You hear Yuki yell out.
You freeze but didn’t dare to turn around. Your back was facing her.
He brings you to his chest. Hiding you from her until he got you somewhere safe.
"Gojo, mind doing me a favor? Ima go to my room." Yuta asks as he takes one last sip from his drink.
Gojo who was playing cards next to Yuta turned around and laughed.
"Go ahead. I’ll follow behind." He smiles.
With one hand he lifts you up. You almost screamed as he threw you over his shoulder. This was embarrassing! He was Walking to the hallway where more people stood as they waited for the restroom. You could see how people stared at you as you swayed behind him.
He somehow managed to slip past them to make it to the second floor. All the way to his room.
He dropped you on the bed making you gasp in surprise.
“Watch the door for a few okay?" Yuta says as he speaks to someone standing outside
He shuts the door behind him, locking it. "Now, where were we?"
He turns to face you, leaning against the door with a smirk.
"You were about to do something very naughty to get that chain." He pulls his shirt up slowly.
You didn’t notice you were backing away from him until your back touched the head board.
"Privacy has been secured and your sister has been dealt with. No more excuses." He walks towards you.
He follows you without hesitation, caging you in against the headboard with his arms on either side of your head.
"Backed yourself into a corner, sweetheart." He lowers his head, the chain dangling just inches from your nose. "You want that presidency? You've got nine links left."
You swallow hard before closing the gap. Kissing his chest, Abs, and lower stomach.
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Your hands slowly reach down to his belt. "I need to confess something. But you can’t make fun of me!" You say embarrassed. "Iv never done this before."
His eyes widen slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. He catches your hands before they can reach his belt. "Never? And here I thought you were being so brave, going for the whole chain."
He leans down to capture your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. "I’m not the type of guy to force anyone to do anything. You can leave if you want."
You grab his arm. “But I want to." You look at him with those glossy eyes. A face full of wants and pleading.
"Fuck, don’t ever look at a guy like that." Yuta bites his bottom lip trying to hold back.
He groans internally at the sight of your pleading eyes. He's never seen someone look at him like that before, so innocent and desperate all at once. It's a dangerous combination for him.
"Baby I can’t… fuck stop looking at me like that please." His dick hardens.
Yuta looks away, he runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, trying to maintain his composure.* "You don't even know what you're agreeing to. I'm not gonna be gentle if you keep looking at me like that."
You didn’t stop.
You watch his gaze slowly avert back to you.
"Open your mouth."
The moment your mouth opens, he seizes the opportunity. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip, applying gentle pressure to keep your mouth open. His other hand unbuckles his belt quickly, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down just enough to free himself.
He watches your eyes widen as he presses the head of his cock against your lips, testing the waters. He knows he’s big, bigger than average. He swallows hard, expecting you to pull away or panic. But you just stare up at him with those big eyes, waiting. "I make sure only you look at me that way from now on."
He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the slight widening of your pupils as you take in his size. He hesitates, his thumb still pressing gently on your lip.
"Breathe through your nose and don't you dare fucking bite."
Then he shoves it all the way in making you jolt back. Yuta had already foreseen that reaction so he had his hand on the back of your head preventing you from running away.
“Just like that, just like that. Oh my gosh that feels amazing."
Your eyes water as you try pulling away. He keeps ramming himself to the back at your throat. To the point where you were drooling.
"Shh, it’s okay. You’re going to have to get used to it." Yuta says before letting go after a few more thrust.
You pull away coughing. Trying to gasp for air at the same time.
He watches you catch your breath, wiping the saliva from your chin with his thumb, his chest heaving slightly. He looks down at his length, slick and dripping from your efforts.
"Good girl... messy little thing." He strokes himself slowly, spreading the wetness before looming back over you.
"I’ll count that as three"
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"Now let this cock kiss you pussy. By the end of it you should of reached your goal." Yuta grabs your leg and drags you towards him. Pulling the bottom of your shirt dress until he exposed your lacy panties.
"Very cute as expected."
He pulls them down with one hand revealing a tone of pink. His dick pulsating at the thought of it being all his and untouched.
"Baby look at me." He says grabbing your attention.
You look at him still trying to catch your breath.
"I’m sorry in advance but I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself" he spreads your legs apart roughly.
"I’m gonna fuck this cute little virgin pussy so good it’s gonna be crying and screaming for me."
He starts pushing his thick head inside you, stretching you open. He watches as your tiny hole struggles to accommodate his size, your innocence showing.
Slowly he enters you as his finger rubbed on your clit. If he did this correctly then you should feel more pleasure than pain.
"Yuta wait it hurt! Yuta please!"
Yuta pauses halfway. You were so tight he couldn’t even think straight. But decided to gaslight himself that he stopped for your sake.
He spits on your pussy as he continues to rub your clit. Sending mix signals to your brain on whether it should be in pain or arousal.
You moan under him as he worked on you. Your legs twitching from the stimulation.
Yuta took this as an opportunity to continue. Pushing himself in more and more as it went unnoticed.
He pumped himself in and out as he continually worked on you.
Hearing you moans and whimpers was music to his ears.
"Such a good girl. Taking this dick so well."
His pace increases and so does his desire to pound you.
At some point he forgot he was supposed to be gentle. He had turned you around and was hitting it from the back. Slamming your innocent self onto his dick.
You rubbed your clit as he taught you. Moving your index and ring finger together in a circular motion.
“Yuta, I feel weird." You cry as you gripped the bed sheets.
“Yea baby? It’s okay, that’s the best feeling. Don’t be afraid to let go and come all over my cock."
He feels your pussy clamp down violently around him as you cum, your juices soaking his cock and your body shaking uncontrollably underneath him. He groans deeply at the feeling, never stopping his hips. Making you ride through your orgasm.
"That's it... make a mess for me, pretty girl."
You collapse onto the mattress.
"Hold on a bit longer. I’m not finished yet." Yuta kisses your head.
You whimper beneath him, already so sensitive that each stroke makes you shake.
"Can you please-"
"Please what baby?" He leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Use words. Tell me what you want."
"No more!" You cry.
Yuta kisses your neck softly. “Sorry baby I can’t do that. Not till I finish." He knew you were overstimulated and sensitive but he just needed to finish. At least once.
"Yuki was right! You guys are monsters!" You cry
The insult only turns him on more, making him thrust harder. "Yeah? I believe it, your crying is making me want to ruin you more."
Yuta slams into you harder.
You sobbed as he hit your G spot over and over again.
"Please, I can’t anymore." You grab onto his arm.
Yuta scoffs out a laugh. "Such a baby." He kisses your cheek.
His pace begins to slow down. He reaches up and grabs the chain he’s never supposed to take off. He unhooks it swiftly and wraps it around your neck, pulling you up to meet his thrusts. He uses the necklace as a makeshift collar, guiding your movements as he fucks you from below.
"You got your reward, no more crying. "
You try to stay silent but find it quite impossible.
He's getting close now, your pussy so tight and wet and exhausted that it's driving him crazy. He leans down, turning your head so he could kiss you sloppily as he starts to fuck you faster.
"Fuck I’m going to burst." Yuta moans in your ear.
With a few more thrust he’s finished. He pulls out immediately and cums all over your back.
"Fuckkk." He moans before slowly collapsing onto the bed.
His chest heaving rapidly.
It didn’t take him long to get him composure.
"That was amazing." Yuta turns you around kisses you. "Made my dam year."
Yuta says as he grabs your arm. He smoothly unhooks your bracket from your wrist and puts it on his. The one symbol that indicated you a proyd member of your sorority.
He smirks as he looks at you, the necklace still around your throat, his cum covering you.
Before Yuuta went to Africa for training, the two of you were close friends. you grew feelings for him, but it was clear he liked Maki. During his absence, he made no effort to contact you. What happens when one day he returns un-expected?
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ💍་༘࿐ CW : ANGST, hurt NO (future) COMFORT, unrequited feelings, reader is shokos assistant, implied E.D, yuuta is kind of dumb, mentions of yuutamaki, not proofread
w.c: 823w,4548ch
The first time you met yuuta was when he arrived at jujutsu tech. You were just a student yourself. The moment he stepped inside the classroom, you felt the intense pressure of curse energy. Rightfully so, everywhere reacted the same — violent and with difference.
It wasn’t until weeks later that you guys started talking and eventually became friends. you thought he was cute (not that you would EVER tell him), and he thought you were pretty and nice. The way you were soft spoken and didn’t hesitate to help him and others really spoke something. you helped him get out of his timid and shy shell that he harbored around others. Of course Rika had to get used to you aswell!
The two of you became close friends, Sometimes he’d be over your dorm for movie nights or just to talk. In return, you’d listen to his worries about sorcery and always watched him train. He never spared with you, always with maki. “you’re shokos apprentice! I wouldn’t want to hurt you by accident.” he said. Perhaps it was wrong to say, but the way he always hovered around maki combined with the tension made something simmer inside your chest.
It wasn’t until he was sent to Africa for more training that your friendship started to drift. you rarely got letters from him, but maki got letters from him every month.. how unfair was that? you were there for him through everything, and he couldn’t spare the time to write something?
you had no idea of his arrival back to jujutsu tech.
lounging in your dorm eating chips and watching a movie, your peace was disturbed when a soft knock on your door occurred. you thought it would go away if you ignored it, you didn’t want to deal with anyone today. after a minute, the knocks happened again with more force. whoever was outside clearly must be persistent.
Grumbling and putting the chips down with a hard force, you get up and drag yourself to the door. twisting the door handle, the door swung open, and your bestfriend was standing there clutching his bag.
yuuta.
he looked so different from the timid shy boy you once knew. The baby face gone, dark circles under his eyes and a tired man instead, his fluffy hair replaced with a side part.
you could tell by his white t-shirt and pajama pants that he came back earlier in the day, but he waited to visit you.
he saw the gears twisting in your head, and his slight smile faltered, subconsciously clutching the holster of katana bag tighter. “can I come in?” He asked softly. Stupidly enough, you stepped aside and let him in.
The dorm smelt of coffee. you leaned against the desk, the noise of hot substance hitting the mug.
yuuta was sitting at the small table against your window. he noticed some things around your dorm, the lack of food inside your miniature fridge but the way you had multiple coffee pods ready, the scattered medical papers on your bed.
he took notice of how your medical studies took place on the wall instead of the photographs of your friendgroup, such good memories you both harbored.
“so,” he started, picking his nails under the table. A habit he thought was gone, but perhaps since he’s in a safe environment and truly at home, he can be himself. “I heard you passed the medical exam. was it hard?”
“I guess.”
the silence prolonged, it was deafening. The only thing that made slight noise was the spoon making small clinks inside the mug you were mixing.
“how have things been here?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation into something lighter. A long time ago this would have been easy, but now it’s different, more difficult.
“‘s good.” you replied, putting the spoon down and reaching for some sugar inside the drawer.
“maki said youve been well and studying hard, I can see.” he tried again, his eyes trailing over the papers scattered everywhere in the room.
so she did write him back and talk about you. If he was so interested, why couldn’t he write himself?
You took a deep breath. he didn’t say anything, just looked around.
oh!
he reached down into his bag, only to stop midway when you interrupted him.
“I think you should go.”
he stared at you, confused. did he do something wrong? did he say something wrong? why are you acting so weird?!
“sorry.. but did I do something?”
“No.”
“You know you can tell me if something is wrong,” he panicked. “I won’t te-“
“can you just get out?!” you snapped and slammed the sugar onto your desk, running your hands along your face.
yuuta didn’t quite understand, but he did see that you must’ve been stressed about something. so, he quietly got up and made his way across the room, quietly leaving.
in the hallway he stood, clutching the custom made ring from Africa in his hand — to my bestfriend.
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When a prestigious, high-ranking family arranges an evening at an ochaya, your okiya sends you—a newly debuted maiko—to attend. You serve and perform alongside senior geiko… until you notice the family’s son watching a little too closely.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🎐་༘࿐ CW: might be historically inaccurate (research of culture attempted), AGE GAP: (Naoya is 27, reader is 18-19), obsessive behavior, toxicity, smut next chapter :3
wc: 1,344w, 7k ch
YOU make your way across the room toward him hesitantly, before kneeling to pour his sake. your oneesan steps back. At a distance, she lingers, watchful. her presence is a quiet reminder not to falter. the pressure is suffocating, but it cannot show— not even as his gaze fixes on you with intensity. the man watches everything… the steadiness of your hands, the tilt of your head, amount of sake you pour. Though, you pour carefully.
not too much. not too little.
when it reaches his liking, he gives a low hum in approval, bringing the cup to his lips while still watching as you bow and retreat, turning smoothly to attend to another guest.
Hes quiet, saying nothing at first.
then, with a slight lean, he murmurs something to the man beside him—his father, you could guess.
the rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter and drinking . conversations flow easily, the atmosphere light and indulgent.
You notice that his gaze never leaves you.
not once.
by the end of the night, you and the senior geiko help bring the gathering to a close before returning to the okiya. the familiar space of your room greets you as you sit down and begin to remove your makeup, layer by careful layer, followed by the slipping weight of your kimono.
your thoughts drift back to the family.
Just.. who were they? how important must they be to have such attention and wealth? and why—had that man been watching you? Your thoughts come to a conclude as you extinguish the oil lamp beside you, the room falling into darkness as sleep finally takes you.
The morning comes too quickly. you are summoned, and your okaasan is waiting.
“you did well,” she hums, her tone measured, but approving. “last night went smoothly.” you bow your head, anxiety simmering down into your chest that’s soon overtaken by relief. Her brush glides ink onto the paper she was writing. “they have made another reservation,” she continues, ending with a slight pause. “later this week. they requested you specifically.”
your breath stills.
you?
surely, they would prefer someone more experienced, a geiko, not a newly debuted maiko. Especially considering that was your first appearance.
“you must have made quite the impression” she says, her voice laced with some tease as she dipped the pen into more ink.
ah yes, an impression
after the meeting, your day resumes as usual. lessons, practice, and repetition.
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FRIDAY, APRIL 29TH— one week later.
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you step into your room after digesting a delicious meal (some soup). You decided to eat before heading out. after all, you cannot eat unless offered.
Upon entry, you find a kimono laid carefully across your futon. it is unmistakably of high status and custom-made. the fabric is rich, the gold stitching catching the glare of light. it is far more elaborate than anything you have worn before, clearly not supplied by the Okiya.
your steps falter as you approach. resting neatly atop the folds is a note. you pick it up, your fingers carefully unfolding it.
its from your okaasan.
‘Wear this tonight. Specific request.’ a simple instruction. your chest tightens slightly, though you cannot make out why.
you do not question it. You can’t.
you begin your preparations as you normally do, sitting at the mirror, applying the white base of your makeup with practiced precision. each stroke across your lips is deliberate, the red as bold as a fresh cherry. when its time, you are dressed with the assistance of a dresser, the weight of the kimono settling upon you, heavier than usual. Ironically, you feel the same inside your chest and upon your shoulders.
once ready, you take a deep breath before setting off toward the ochaya.
The lantern lights greet you once again as you step into the ochaya, the familiarity settling over you.
nothing feels different. Yet, everything does.
you bow as your enter, quickly finding your place. The evening begins as it normally does, laughter rises among the guests, the cups are filled, and the conversation flows like the sake you pour.
you notice three things. One, there are more people from last time, mostly elderly men. Second, that little boy from last time was not here. Lastly, the man who stared at you with such intensity last time was positioned on the side of the room where you hover you the most.
he was staring directly at you. no shame.
however, you do not dwell on it. You resume to your duties, back to pouring sake for the guests, smiling when required.
“You.”
your breath stills as you glance up, just enough to confirm. It’s him. you move without hesitation, kneeling beside him and lowering your gaze respectfully. your hand reaches for the sake bottle, ready to pour—
“no.”
your hand stops mid motion, your fingers tensing. slowly, you withdraw your hand, folding it nearly into your lap. “sorry?” you say in a hushed voice, confusion scattered across your face.
a silence stretches between you. not uncomfortable, just unfamiliar… did you say something wrong? Offend him in any way? The way his brown eyes rakes over your form is making you question.
“your name.” he says. It’s an ask. an ordinary, simple question. he expects you to give it to him.
yet, something feels out of place.
just above a whisper, you answer softly. he hums, as if he’s testing the sound.
another question. and then another. at first, they are mundane— what training was like, your lessons , your oneesan. you learn that his family is rich through “business” (though he wouldn’t specify), and that he is the heir. by his tone and the way he flaunts it, he’s proud. you respond as taught, Polite and brief.
“how old are you?”
your breath catches, clearly not expecting such a question. Still, you answer. “I’m 19.” you reply, picking skin off your nail beds. A nervous habit. his gaze does not waver. He already knew that, infact he knew everything about you— your family, your age. all he had to do was ask your okaasan.
“marriage. Is that a consideration in your headspace?”
the question settles heavy between you. you hesitate, only for a fraction of a second, but it is there. Noticeable.
“It would be nice to settle someday in the future.” You answer, measured and proper.
but something has shifted.
he studies you as if your words mean more than they should. as if your an ancient artifact placed in a museum.
around you, the room is normal — laughter, conversations, music— but now? it feels distant, dulled by the weight of his attention.
eventually, you are dismissed with a slight flick of the hand. You smile and bow, rising smoothly before stepping away.
you return to your duties as if nothing happened, but your thoughts are no longer steady.
across the room, his gaze follows, catching onto the tiny golden embroidery hidden inside your sleeve— “N.Z”.
The night concludes. In the earliest hours of the night, you walk back to the okiya, slipping into your room. The candle flickers across your face as you wipe Makeup off, a million questions running through your mind.
“why did they book me? Will they do it again?”
“Why does he stare at me?”
“Did I say something wrong?”
Even though he was a creep, you couldn’t deny his good looking appearance. his golden hair decorated with black tips are a unique touch, and his brown eyes are alluring in some way. what caught you off guard was the earrings that decorated his ear. Typically, traditional males of high status don’t approve of piercings, so that was a first.
Applying substance to keep your lips moist, you lay down on your futon and put out the candle.
the morning does not come easy.
you are awoken by shuffling. As your eyelids open, you are greeted by the sight of your okaasan, the senior geiko behind her. Her fingers find the doorway as she slightly leans against it. “get ready, nothing special. expected in 10.” she voices and walks away.
your oneesan and other geiko stands in the same spot, some with a face of sympathy and some with a expression you can’t put your finger on.
if only you knew.
a/n: sorry for the long wait! I’m aware this is overdue but I’ve been so busy. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I have more plans for the next (which WILL release on time). yes we get cracked.. anyways refer back to the m.l for date :P have a good day!
you’re a concubine to the emperor Gojo Satoru. how did you two meet? During a selection for a queen to rule beside him (honestly, you entered out of pure luck because your family is not of status), he had his eyes on you. However, he ended up picking another woman to be the queen during the final round, prompting the remaining 2 contenders (yourself and another woman) concubines.
however, he treated you better than the queen herself and (heavily) neglected the other concubine. he gave you expensive gifts (jewelry, custom made hair pins, kimonos), quite literally ANYTHING you could have and need. what caught his attention? The fact you never asked for anything, always hesitating to accept a gift he proposed for you. he admired the fact that you weren’t like the others, since you came from a low profile family, you were grateful for what you had and never asked for much.
It was always known that an emperor rarely, almost never, had feelings for the Queen, especially a concubine, only seeing women as a thing to produce heirs. when this was brought to his attention by the former queen (his mother), he just replied with a swift “so what?,” dismissing it easily.
he’s been itching to strip the queen of her title, she doesn’t do any tasks anyways! and she sure as hell isn’t making him happy, which is why he never stops by her chambers. besides, you’re the only one who he cuddles up next to at night, comfortable enough to calm him down after a long day of dealing with idiotic council elders.
and bouncing on his dih
lmk if yall want this to be a series/fanfic…this is something I imagined while taking my final. anyways take this as a apology for delaying my Naoya fanfic by a week 😊🤞
⋆ Suguru and his ballerina!girlfriend ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 18+
It would be an understatement to say your boyfriend was supportive.
He picked you up from every practice, watched every rehearsal, and brought your favorite flowers to each recital. He always bought you fancy, new pointe shoes once he noticed your old ones got too worn—bodysuits, tights, and fuzzy leg warmers were always on the list too.
You don’t really know where Suguru gets all this money and free time from—but you suppose that…mysterious side of him can be easily overlooked, given how wonderful he is in every other way.
Your friends always complained to you about their boyfriend’s lack of enthusiasm about their careers, jealously fawning over not only Suguru’s undeniably good looks, but also his unwavering commitment.
“If only my man cared half as much as Geto does- ugh!”
“You’re a prima ballerina and you have a smoking hot boyfriend? Unfair much!”
You’d always spot him in the front row of the dark auditorium—legs crossed and arms folded, his black button up straining against his swole biceps. Suguru would clap loudly, maybe whistle once the music stopped and the lights dimmed.
After the show, your boyfriend would meet you outside of the fitting room, bouquet in hand and arms outstretched for a hug. “There’s my gorgeous girl-“ he’d grunt as he lifted your pointed feet off the ground, peppering your face with kisses. He’d smack your ass before sending you off to get changed for dinner, his jaw covered with your stage makeup.
He’d treat you to the fanciest food after particularly important recitals, encouraging you to get anything your pretty little heart desired. You deserve it, after all! “You never fail to amaze me, swan.” he’d praise you, raising his glass of whiskey for a cheer.
The door would slam once the two of you made it back to your high rise apartment—an equally as elegant meddle of tongues compared to your earlier performance. “Let me stretch this pretty ballerina out, hmm?” One of the perks to having a professional ballet dancer as a girlfriend would be that you’re insanely flexible.
And Suguru loves it.
Suguru puts you in all kinds of positions—he makes sure to take advantage of your physical prowess whenever possible.
Sometimes he’ll take you on your back, legs spread wide open in a middle split. Then maybe he’ll have you bend over, hands bracing on the low coffee table while he brings one of your legs up, up, up onto his shoulder until you’re in a deep arabesque. But his personal favorite has to be when he fucks you against the wall.
You’re facing the flat surface, balancing on one foot while the other is pulled up into a side leg lift—your soaked pussy completely exposed to the open air. One of your hands holds your stretched limb next to your head while the other braces flat to the wall.
“I oughta give your instructor a pat on the back-“ he laughs, tone teasing as he ruts into your crying cunt with a torturously slow pace. “You make such beautiful lines, gorgeous.” you shiver, his cold hands dragging across the expanse of your calf.
“Harder, please!” you mewl, desperate to be fucked properly. The gentle roll of Suguru’s hips are frustrating you more than anything—it feels so good, but he knows just what he’s doing to you. It’s enough to have your belly coiling, but not what you need to cum.
“Harder?” he mocks before pulling himself from your depths all the way to the tip, leaving you empty and whining. “The elegant ballerina wants it rough, hmm?” he slams right back home, battering that spot deep inside with practiced precision.
“Point those toes and maybe I can arrange that, swan.”
can u write nerdjo who cheats on his gf with utahime and we catch it and bang his twin fratjo? fratjo records it with consent ofc and sends it to nerdjo to tell him how badly his fucked up.
Warnings: mdni, unprotected p in v (wrap it!), creampie, clit stimulation, consensual filming of sexual acts, nerdjo cheats on reader, getting revenge, slight utahime slander by fratjo at the end, slight angst since nerdjo cheats on us but comfort(?) fratjo loves us, idk if I got the names correctly since I'm fairly new to nerdjo and fratjo but yeah, fratjo = toru, nerdjo = sato, f!reader.
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The notification from his twin brother, Toru, popped up as Sato typed a huge apology paragraph on text to send to you. He swiped it away, ignoring it as his hands shook and trembled due to the fear of losing you.
He had been a fucking moron. A stupid idiot. What was he even thinking? Throwing away a year and half relationship built on love and trust for the sake of relieving stress due to his semester exams?
He bit his lip tightly as emotion overwhelmed him, he still couldn't forget your face of shock when you caught him in bed with utahime. You had come to his dorm to surprise him but were met with betrayal.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, I need to make this right.” He muttered to himself, still typing the apology text. For being an asshole, for letting his dick make the decision instead of his brain, he was supposed to be the brain of the twin pair after all, how did it turn out like this?
He wanted to blame utahime, but he knew he was at fault too, he let himself be persuaded by her words, you too were busy and couldn't make time for him— he sort of felt neglected and pent up, so he decided to indulge in her, hoping you'd not find out, telling himself that it was only going to continue until his exams ended.
Well, your relationship ended before his exams did.
And now he's fucked, shaken, and afraid to lose you forever.
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The notifications from his brother kept on incoming, he tried swiping it away at the spam but ends up accidentally clicking on the notification.
His eyes widened in shock when he spotted the content, they were pictures and videos of you.
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His thumb shook as he clicked on them.
“Awh— fuck— Toru~! Oh god!” The loud noise of your voice echoed in his room, he immediately turned the volume down breathing heavy as he stared at the video.
“Feels good baby?” He could hear his twin brother's voice, but more distant since he was the one holding the camera, you nodded your head desperately, never having experienced such bliss.
Sato watches as Toru grabs your tits, squeezing them and massaging them before the screen turns black and Sato hears mewls and suckling noises before you're back on screen again, this time covered your breasts had hickies scattered all over them.
Sato gripped the phone tightly as emotions overwhelmed him, his head was ringing at the sight, he felt his throat close up with dread.
“Tell me how I feel yeah darling? The person watching this needs to know.” He says it in a mocking manner, panning the camera downwards to where you and him were connected. Sato winced at the sight.
“Look how wet she is for me.” Toru's thumb circles around your clit, causing you to rut your hips into his hand as he plunges his cock repeatedly into your hole.
squelch! squelch! plop!
The obscene moist noises of his cock ramming into your cunt could be heard clearly, invading Sato's ears as he couldn't look away. He felt himself go numb.
The video cuts off, the next one automatically plays.
“Ya— you feel good. So good!” The next one starts off with your voice again, your dazed expression as you stare past the camera, clearly looking at Toru. It made Sato's stomach churn.
“Gonna cum for me darling? Come on yeah, cum on my cock, all over me baby.” Toru encourages, understanding that your high was near, he keeps the pace steady as he fucks you, phone panning down once again as he works on your clit too, pinching and rubbing it to stimulate you further.
“Tell me how good my cock feels huh? Compared to Sato's?” He asks, and you nod dumbly, too occupied chasing your high.
“it— feels so good! better! even better than Sato— awgh fuck. yeah right there, please please.” You cry, face contorting in pleasure a moment right before you come undone with a mewl of Toru's name.
The video ends there, Sato immediately goes to the next one, eyes widening when the video starts off with Toru saying filthy stuff.
“I'm gonna cum inside you, you'll let me right? I know you will.” Toru asks caressing your face, his thumb tracing across the bottom of your lip.
There was no way you'd allow it, you always made sure Sato pull out or wear a condom, there was no fucking way—
You nodded your head, biting your lip.
Sato could feel everything around him falling apart.
Toru finishes right after, cumming inside you and then pulls out, zooming in on your cum-filled cunt as it contracted around nothing.
“Oo, look at that pussy, taking it all in like it should.” Toru giggled before pressing a kiss to it.
The was the final video.
The rest of the images were just Toru sending him pictures of your fucked out state.
'Toru: imagine fumbling this goddess for some other lame ass pussy?'
'Toru: lmao, thanks for fucking up tho.'
'Toru: now yo girl is mine. mwah 💋'
'Toru: be respectful to your future sister in law cause ain't no way I'm going to fumble her like you did and not wife her up. loserrrrr lmaooo.'
The phone screen cracked from the force of Sato's hand after the final message.
Ok listen like hear me out right now right like ok OK. naoya. rifht smut like bro lets letssss say you’rejust some girl he fucks or whatevr hes not gonna gaf about you cumming or you feeling good at all. the mf is not even gonna waste his projection sorcery on you
BUT but. listen. if you’re his wife who he LOVES right. i honestly do believe naoya is capable of love but obviously it would be twisted and not very good for said wife
BEST BELIEVE BESTTTTT BELIEVE YOU’LL BE CUMMING BEFORE YOU EVEN REALIZE. Is it even possible for him to use projection sorcery on just his hand???? OMG omg. Ohhhh dude. hes definitely the type of guy to have you laying down on your back, legs spread and hes like sitting beside your legs and hes fingering you REAL fast (LIKEthis one pornhub channel i watched where the girl gets fingered really fast right) and basically he’ll also also BRO U GUYS CANNOT TELL ME HES NOT INTO MUTUAL MASTURBATION HE IS 😭 😭 I SWEARR HE IS. he’ll DEFFFFINitely Make fun of you for not being able to go as fast as him and he’ll definitely mock your expressions by talking about how dumb you look with that face expression and so he literally coz hes beside you so he basically cums on your stomach right and then JUSTTT As you’re about to squirt/cum he pulls his fingers out and he WANTS you to save it until you and him can cum together. he’ll be comign again u get it
HE LOVES missionary idc. is it borng? yes. BUT he likes it so your legs are lying flat on his chest and he can easily fold you like a fucking lawn chair and it makes it easy for him to pull you closer. HE LOVES suddenly putting you from missionary to captain too and definitely while hes POUNDING THAT PUSSY he’ll reach up and grope your tit.
MAYBE maybe if he’s pissed off that day he’ll be pulling your hair with both of his hands and just staring down at his cock sliding in and out of you while the bed is PROBABLY crying more than you. right!!!!! chin to your chest and tears welling in your eyes and hes just like SO FOCUSED.
obviously. rightt… he’s still very misogynistic very asshole. So if hes in a particularly shitty mood it’ll probably be a quickie just for him to let out his frustration then dip to the shower
Ok aftercare right
So. if ur not his wife who he loves and ur just some random girl then no aftercare infact he’ll be telling you to get the hell out before you can even like calm down from the aftermath..
but. BUT WIFE okay. okay. for wife i feel like he’d just land ontop of you and collect himself for a few moments, PANTING AND SWEATY AND DADDY GIVE ME THAT DICK😭😭😭😭 ok sorrrrrry but he doesnt carry u or even clean you up he just collects himself gets up and goes to shower. can’t walk…..? icl… not his problem. he’ll just put his hand around your arm and drag you.
Ok😄 thanks for reading time for me to disappear for the next few months
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When a prestigious, high-ranking family arranges an evening at an ochaya, your okiya sends you—a newly debuted maiko—to attend. You serve and perform alongside senior geiko… until you notice the family’s son watching a little too closely.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🎐་༘࿐ CW (in this chapter): might be historically inaccurate (research of culture attempted), AGE GAP: (Naoya is 27, reader is 18-19), obsessive behavior.
wc: 519w, 2,973 Ch.
The noren curtain softly brushes against your shoulder as you step inside the ochaya. The warm light spills across the tatami, painting it golden and low, carrying the quiet murmur of conversation. “you’re late,” a soft voice murmurs beside you.
your Oneesan.
she doesn’t spare you a glance as she adjusts the sleeve of her kimono, but you feel the weight of her presence all the same. you give a respectful bow in apology, careful and precise.
“The rain was quite heavy.”
“remember your place,” she adds quietly. Firm and harsh, but you understand that she just wants the best for you, especially when serving such a powerful family. still, this is the same woman you know when she’s not on duty. You cannot take it to heart. “observe, listen. don’t rush.” she concludes. “yes, oneesan.” you reply with a soft hush. only then are you allowed to move further in.
The guests are already seated. A family, men of status, you can tell without looking directly—everything from the quality of their kimono to the way they hold themselves speaks of wealth, of suffocating power. your okiya had warned you: tonight’s gathering is important.
Wealthy and hold great power. Good for the okiya.
you can feel eyes around the room, but you do not meet them. not yet, not unless invited. perhaps they have questions why a maiko, someone with little experience, was sent instead of a additional geiko. “we will begin shortly,” one of the geiko announces.
your breath catches. this is it.
your first performance.
you join the others at the front of the room. the shamisen begins—soft at first, then guiding. your body moves before your thoughts can come to mind, each step ingrained into your bones. Control with such grace. you do not think. you perform.
but still, for just a moment.. you feel it.
a gaze.
its different from the others. heavier. Suffocating. unmoving. not wavering, and certainly not polite.
watching.
when the dance concludes, you lower yourself gracefully, bowing your head. the room fills with soft approval and claps, conversation slowly returning as if nothing had shifted at all. you assume a kneeling position beside a young guest, a child, hands folded neatly as you wait to be needed.
“Miss, you are very pretty!” the young boy beams with a smile. you couldn’t help the blush of pride and embarrassment creep up onto your cheeks. you give him a soft smile, giving the boy a soft thanks. “would you like to play a game? Konpira Fune Fune?”
The boys eyes gleam with curiosity as he nods quickly, intrigued. Across the room, your oneesan moves to refill a guest’s sake. you don’t look—but you hear it. “leave it.” the voice firmly snaps. a long stretch follows. subtle, but enough to be noticed.
“have her do it.”
your fingers still. you don’t need to be told who he means. you could feel the suffocation to know. slowly, you lift your gaze away from the little boy—just enough.
for the first time that night, your eyes meet his.
a/n: haii guys! short chapter bc.. duhhhh it’s chapter 1. this is just Naoya x readers “official meeting”. I plan to make longer chapters in the future! I actually released this chapter 2 days earlier than intended so I can work on another fanfic. please refer back to the master list linked in the beginning to see the chapter release dates! thank you!!
