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୨ৎ in which yuji itadori’s love for holding you gives away your secret relationship

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i was listening to hug me by pharrell and immediately thought about yuji :) please like and reblog and feel more than free to send reqs.ᐟ.ᐟ

A little over six months ago your now boyfriend Yuji Itadori asked you to be girlfriend. But you two decided not to disclose your relationship status to anyone because of the awkwardness that usually came with it. Especially at Jujutsu High considering it was less than ten students per class.

Due to this, relationships were like reality tv and break ups spread quickly resulting in everyone wanting to know what happened.

You two had been friends since you entered Jujutsu High as first years. It took all the courage in his body to ask you out and not because of nervousness or rejection but more out of fear that he wouldn’t always be there for you due to Sukana.

So when the time was right he decided to ask you in a way he know you would like. Something calm but memorable. You two spent the day at the beach and surrounding shops.

He knew the curse that was put on him due to being Sukuna’s vessel but fortunately, you gave him motivation and as long as you were safe he was okay.

Yuji valued the times in your dorm where you would allow all his body weight to squish you as he hugged you, or the way he spooned you when he stayed over but Yuji’s favorite part about embracing you was when his hand was slightly around your waist when you were literally doing anything. He considered you the safest when you were skin to skin with him.

He always wanted to be around you no matter what, which was hard at school because people weren’t supposed to know about you two.

Your secret relationship status crumbled one day when everyone was out training. The schedule consisted of sparring sessions which weren’t a big deal.

On your break you all stood around drinking water but Yuji’s water sat on the ground near the end of the bench which you were blocking while in deep conversation with panda about katseyes new song. Yuji squeezed by and his hands found your waist where they gently moved you over a bit.

You didn’t even react, you just let him. The way his hands effortlessly found your waist and gently pressed into them to move you shocked panda. A light bulb went off in his head.

“Hold on.. is this a thing?”

He partially shouted which caused everyone to look over.

You and Yuji looked looked at each other. His face turned beet red which meant you to were officially caught.

You both muttered out a small “yes..”.

Nobara saw red.

“I’m your best friend why wouldn’t you tell me!” She said as she pulled her hammer out and began chasing you.

Everyone watched the scene for a while before turning to Yuji to get all the gossip about your relationship.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

୨୧ frat!gojo notices the quiet whimsy girl in the corner of his favorite cafe and can’t stop thinking about her

𝐖𝐂: 1.4k

𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂: !shygojo x !whimsicalreader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: please like and reblog .ᐟ.ᐟ

You weren’t known around campus at all. If someone were to pull a picture up of you and ask one of your classmates to describe you, their comments would fall on your looks due to your lack of socialization.

Interviewee 1 - “Uh, y/n, she’s… cute. Her style is unique. She stands out in a crowd for sure. That’s if she was ever in one.”

Interviewee 2 - “Y/n is so sweet! She helps me with homework all the time when I’m out partying. But now that I think about it, I never see her at any parties.”

Interviewee 3 - “Who is that?”

These were interviews conducted by the one and only school jock, the class clown (despite being in college?), the captain of the football team, or more formally known as Satoru Gojo.

Gojo was disgustingly obsessed with you, mainly because of your unique style.

You attended a well-known college just on the outskirts of Pennsylvania. It wasn’t top-notch like Harvard, but it was known for low acceptance rates and talented athletes. You got in on an English scholarship due to writing competitions you won in high school.

Your university could also be described as a walking fashion show. The main styles were variations of streetwear. But that wasn’t you.

You favored colored leggings with swirly patterns, leg warmers, and hearing the sounds of your keychains clink that were attached to your mini skirt.

Gojo saw you at the cafe all the time. You were either on your laptop or with Shoko. Initially, he mentally cried because if you were with Shoko, you were immediately classified a lesbian or at least in Geto’s eyes.

“Geto, be honest… what would you do if you liked this gir—”

“Crack her.”

Geto answered immediately as he fumbled with the lighter in his hand.

“Wait, that sounded degrading. Y’know, we need to stop saying ‘cracking.’ It sounds so—”

Gojo’s eyes fell on Geto’s hands as they repeatedly failed to spark the lighter, which resulted in him quickly snatching it from him.

“Can you listen for a second?”

Geto’s lip raised in disgust.

“The hell do you even want?”

“Do you think Shoko has the ability to be friends with a girl without sleeping with her?”

“No.”

Geto answered flatly. Shoko was well known because she attended almost every frat party because of her affiliation with Geto and Gojo. She always had one hand slipped around a girl’s waist and a cigarette in the other.

Shoko had a reputation. She either ruined your relationship or gave you the best night of your life. If a guy saw his girlfriend at a party anywhere near Shoko, then she wasn’t his anymore. Despite that, a lot of guys would die at the chance to sleep with her. She was gorgeous and had a mysterious vibe about her that made her likable.

Gojo decided to avoid the loops and headache that came with overthinking and called Shoko.

“Hey, shooo, whatchu up to?”

Gojo said as he dragged out her name.

“What do you want?”

“Why is everyone so snappy today? Anyways! Do you know the cute girl you’re always with?”

Silence.

“Which one?”

Gojo rolled his eyes and dramatically fake choked himself, not that Shoko could even see.

“She’s like… whimsy, and she always has colorful sweaters on…”

Shoko enthusiastically hummed over the phone.

“Y/n! What a damn sweetheart.”

Gojo quickly thought to himself. He now had your name, and it was fitting to your style.

“Is she your…?”

“Friend…”

Shoko responded slowly.

“Why?”

Gojo paused for a moment.

“Just asking, but by any chance is she gay?”

Shoko gagged over the phone.

“Are you interested in her? She’s like a gem… a one in a lifetime… something special. Leave that girl alone, freak.”

Shoko partially screamed into the phone.

Gojo pulled the phone away from his ear briefly until her chatter died down.

“I was just asking! God forbid I like someone’s style.”

Gojo talked to Shoko for a while, but the conversation mostly consisted of how he should leave you alone.

But at least he ticked a box off from his checklist.

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 [𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞]

▫ Find out if she’s gay

▫ Show up in obvious places to make her subconsciously think about me

▫ Make eye contact

▫ Talk to her

Originally, it was a five-step checklist, but his last step was undetermined. He didn’t know if he wanted to date you, become your friend, or simply just have a casual conversation with you. All he knew was that you caught his attention, and it wasn’t lustful like the attention he gave girls at the frat. It was pure curiosity.

⸝⸝ ⟡

The following week, he practically observed you every day. He found out what times you came to the cafe, how long you stayed, and somehow what drink you drunk.

One day, he decided to just scratch his entire list and grow balls and talk to you. Gojo felt something that he often didn’t feel around girls: fear. Normally, he could just look at a girl and she was basically dripping for him.

But despite making eye contact with you a few times, you always looked away and carried on with what you were doing.

He conducted interviews around campus, asked Shoko about you, and stalked you, and it all wasn’t enough.

He had to talk to you.

Gojo walked up to the corner that you always sat in. For the first time..well, ever—he was concerned about how he appeared. He smoothed down his shirt, wiped his nose to ensure no accidental boogers hung, and he checked to see if his pants weren’t weirdly hanging over his shoes. Check, check, and check. Unwanted mental notes.

As he approached your table, you looked up.

⸝⸝ ⟡

It was a normal week for you. Studies were going as planned, and your life felt normal. That was until you noticed a tall, white haired man shyly staring away at you almost every day. You knew him, of course. I mean, who didn’t ? Gojo Satoru. The captain of the football team, the frat leader for every rager on campus, and the ladies’ man.

You didn’t understand it at first. Maybe he thought you dressed weird, or you were a loner. It slipped your mind pretty quickly, and your life continued on.

That was until he was approaching your table. At first, you thought you were mistaken, but after all, you did sit in the corner.

“Hi…”

Silence followed as your head finally fully turned toward him.

You thought this was a prank. One of those “my friend over there likes you!” moments. That would’ve been weird, considering that hadn’t happened since high school.

“I’m Satoru Gojo!”

He said quickly and extended his hand.

⸝⸝ ⟡

Gojo mentally face-palmed. “Why would I shake her hand? Am I an idiot?”

To his surprise, you cautiously took his hand and gently shook it.

“[Insert name],”

You said quietly, which surprised him. Your voice was quiet.

He nervously took his hand back as he felt his palms starting to slightly sweat.

Awkward silence followed as you stared at him. Your smooth lips formed a pout as you nervously bit the inside of your cheek.

“Right, sorry! I’ve seen you around! I really like your style.”

A small smile formed on your lips as you nodded rather swiftly.

“Oh… thank you.”

Your smile wasn’t quick to fall, which Gojo noticed. This slightly put him at ease.

“Yeah… I noticed that you always sit here.”

“Mhm…”

Your eyes lifted to his for the first time. Really lifted. And for a second, he felt like he’d passed some invisible test.

“I was wondering,” he started, then stopped. Don’t overthink it. Don’t be weird.

“I mean—I didn’t wanna interrupt or anything, but I see you here a lot, and…” he gestured vaguely. “I kinda wanted to talk to you.”

Silence again, but this time it wasn’t as awkward.

He cleared his throat. “Listen, this might be sudden, so you can say no it’s totally fine if you do,” he rushed, hands lifting slightly.

“But would you maybe wanna get coffee with me? Not like a social gathering thing.Just… coffee. Somewhere quiet.”

Your heart thudded.

You hesitated, then nodded once.

“Okay.”

Gojo froze.

“…Okay?”

You smiled, small but real.

“Yeah. Coffee sounds nice.”

His felt a smile slowly make way onto his face.

“Cool. Yeah. Great. I—uh—when are you free?”

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୨୧ in which your boyfriend, gojo satoru notices your restrictive eating habits

𝐖𝐂: 1.8k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: tw; restrictive eating, eating disorders

Being a picky eater was more of a learned trait for you. Ever since you were young, you loved to eat. It was something that you didn’t think about.

Food was fuel. Nothing more and nothing less.

You didn’t have destructive eating habits at the time, and you didn’t think about your food intake until you did. Your family hosted potlucks for the neighborhood every two weeks. It was something you didn’t think about because it was a way to connect the community.

Your first memory of your relationship with food was when you and your older cousin always got food together and laughed under the trees while mindlessly playing. You two went up for seconds when your aunts made the comment, “[Insert name], isn’t this your third plate? You’re already growing, and we don’t want you to put on weight! Leave the food for your older brothers. They need it more than you.” The rest of your family laughed while loading up your cousin’s plate and giving you the minimum.

That stung. You gave the plate to your older brother with the excuse of “I’m full.” That was something that followed you through your teen years. After that day, despite your young age, you monitored your food intake. It wasn’t just making sure you ate healthy, but it was also deliberately making sure you didn’t overeat in front of your family.

This way a habit started young, so it soon slipped your mind in your teen years until puberty hit everyone around you and you began to gain weight. Your best friends were all just hitting 100 lbs while you were 131 lbs already. They swore they couldn’t tell, but you could.

The way your fat rolled over your jeans when you sat down, the way your stomach folded over your low rise, or even the way your thigh gap was nonexistent. It disgusted you. So much to the point where you went on multiple restrictive diets.

These diets followed you into adulthood, where you had blossomed into a healthy adult, or at least on the outside. You still filtered the foods you ate and worked out daily to avoid finding yourself in the same position you were in when you were a teen.

The only difference was you had a boyfriend now who couldn’t care less about your body, and that confused you. Gojo’s first comment to you was, “You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met.” Not “You’re gorgeous” or “Your body is beautiful.” It was different from what guys usually told you, which is what made you fall in love with him. He obviously admired your beauty, but it wasn’t his main reason for being with you.

Gojo noticed your eating habits when you two first got together. He deemed you a picky eater, which was okay. He didn’t like certain foods, and he was even particular about his foods touching, so it didn’t bother him. He just made a mental note of what you did and didn’t like, which turned out to be almost everything.

He took you out to a famous pizza bar once, and he insisted you get whatever you wanted, but as soon as the guy asked for your order, you looked to Gojo. “Should we split a pizza?” you asked quickly. “Baby, you can get your own. I don’t mind.” You looked up at the waiter for a second before saying, “Can you give us a minute?” Gojo was confused.

“We should split one because I’m not that hungry. I only want two slices max,” you said, forcing a smile for your boyfriend’s approval. He nodded. “I’m okay with that, but are you sure? We can always go somewhere else if you’re not up for this.”

You shook your head no before calling the waiter back over and ordering. When the pizza arrived, you took two slices and began to engage in conversation with your boyfriend.

Gojo didn’t think this was too weird. Maybe you weren’t hungry. Dinner was normal, but he did notice something. The way you took off every pepperoni, the cheese, and only ate the tomato sauce and the bread, but you made sure to leave the crust, which you offered to him. If it was your way of eating, then he didn’t care. It was just the way you ate so slowly and meticulously. Every time he glanced down at your plate, you took a bite. Odd.

He didn’t say anything about it and made a mental note that you didn’t like eating out and that cooking home meals would be better suited for you.

He made a note of the little things you did eat, and he made them into meals for you, which you appreciated. But you never finished them. It was almost as if you poked around at your plate for a while and only ate when he looked at it. He didn’t want to assume anything, and he believed you would come to him if something was going on, but he was wrong.

He didn’t start seriously thinking about it until your friends hosted a game night. There was food everywhere, and a few of your friends were there along with some of his. Upon arrival, he noticed your glance toward the kitchen, then to him. It was brief, and you wouldn’t have seen it unless you were focused on you.

The night was fun, and you spent it drinking fruit punch and always keeping a plate of food next to you. It was, of course, semi full. Enough to not be suspicious, but it was the perfect amount that no one would assume if you had eaten yet. Gojo noticed, and he worried.

He finally decided to say something a couple weeks later when he realized your meal prep had gone untouched.

“Sweets, why is your Monday and Tuesday meal prep still here?” he slightly shouted as his head was in the fridge.

It was now Thursday, and if he thought about it, you hadn’t eaten that much during the week.

Silence.

“[Insert name]?” he said, confused, as he made his way to the bedroom where you were focused on the TV.

“[Insert name]?” he said, concerned now. Your gaze was blank, and it looked like you were zoned out with the TV in your way.

“Hm?” you said, now facing your boyfriend. That’s when he saw it. The dark circles under your eyes. The way your face looked pale and the way your frame appeared smaller.

You were always pale, and you told him that dark eye circles were hereditary in your family, but now he was seeing that they were signs of what was going on.

“We need to talk,” he said. Your mind started racing. This could only be about one thing. How could he find out? Were you that obvious? What was wrong with you?

“Mhm,” you sounded. “About what?” you said as you attempted to concentrate on the TV. That was no help. It was almost like he could sense your nerves. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the remote and paused the show that served as background noise.

“Baby, have you been…” He didn’t know how to approach something like this. He could be wrong entirely, and eating could just be slipping your mind, but it was better safe than sorry. “What have you eaten this week?” he asked as his hand found your knee that was covered by many blankets.

Your whole body was engulfed in blankets despite it being summertime. You were always cold.

It took you a minute to answer. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to remember everything I ate this week?” you said in a slightly defensive tone. He was right. This confirmed his suspicion.

“Well, it wouldn’t be hard to remember since your meal prep is still in the fridge. [Insert name], you’ve barely eaten,” he said with a hint of sadness on his face.

“What the hell, Satoru, yes I have,” you quickly stated back as you nervously bit your bottom lip. “Why are you asking me these questions? It’s rude. I’ve eaten. This is like asking a woman how much she weighs. Are you trying to say I’ve put on weight?” you accused him while ranting.

“I- No. I would ne-” He was cut off by you talking over him. “Why are you even worried about what I eat? I eat, Satoru.” Gojo doesn’t answer for a while. He allows you to continue. You’re now fully sitting up and alert.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you state, annoyed. “Like what?” Gojo retorted, his tone now firm.

“[Insert name], you’re pale in July, you’re always cold, your eye bags don’t disappear no matter how much you sleep, and that’s been often lately. You can talk to me. You have to talk to me. What’s going on?”

Tears fill your eyes. He’s never pressed you like this, and this wasn’t what you wanted your first serious argument to be over. The thought of anyone knowing about your situation made your stomach turn. It felt like you were begging for attention. You were devastated that you let yourself be seen this much by someone whose opinion you deeply valued.

Your throat tightens, and you shake your head, blinking hard like that might force the tears back where they belong. “Nothing’s going on,” you say, but your voice betrays you, thin and uneven. “You’re overthinking it.”

Gojo exhales through his nose, slow and controlled. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t push closer either. That somehow hurts more.

“Baby,” he says softly, “I don’t think I am.”

You laugh once, short and humorless, wiping at your eyes in frustration. “God, why are you doing this?” you mutter. “Why does everything have to be something?”

“Because it is something,” he replies, just as quietly. His hand squeezes your knee, just there. “And because I love you too much to pretend I don’t see it.”

Silence settles between you, thick and suffocating. Your chest feels tight, like you can’t quite get a full breath in. You stare at the wall, anywhere but him.

“I didn’t ask for you to notice,” you whisper.

“I know.”

“I didn’t want it to be a thing.” Your voice cracks on the last word, and that’s it. Tears spill over, hot and humiliating. “I didn’t want to be another problem. Another thing to worry about.”

Gojo’s expression softens immediately, all firmness melting away. “Hey,” he murmurs. “You’re not a problem.”

You shake your head again, harder this time. “It feels like one. It feels like I failed at something that should be easy.” You hug your knees to your chest, blankets tangling around you. “Eating is supposed to be easy.”

He swallows, jaw tightening, not in anger but restraint. “A lot of things are supposed to be easy,” he says. “That doesn’t mean they are.”

You finally look at him then, eyes glassy, exposed. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.”

That’s all you can admit. For now.

And Gojo nods like that’s enough to start with. “Okay,” he says gently. “Then we start there.”

ᨳଓ . — 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

୨୧ in which j**’s cruel manipulation convinces you that you’re holding michael back, forcing you to make a heartbreaking decision that could cost you the he love of your life !

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 CONTAINS .ᐟ anxiety, angst, manipulative j**

⟡ ݁₊ . x offthewallmichael

Blood rushed through your face and to your ears as Joe’s harsh words came like a slap.

“You’re in the way. Michael’s success rides on one thing; time,.”

Ouch.

A pause fell over the two of you as his eyes scanned over your broken expression. His lip curved into a slight smile before he spat out, “That’s something you selfishly steal from him.” 

Joe turned on his heels before the lock of the Jackson’s shared family mansion clicked. “If you know what’s best for him... you would let him go.” 

Joe smiled to himself and walked up the stairs, briefly leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.

Joe and you never freely spoke. Truth be told, you were scared of his intimidating presence ever since your first tense interaction. Michael introduced you to his family after months of sneaking you around the Hayvenhurst estate and calling you a ‘new friend’. Despite the quiet but giggly whispers you two shared, his family immediately knew by the way his eyes sparkled when they meet yours and he couldn’t keep your name out of his mouth for more than ten minutes. 

To majority of his family it was love. They were over the moon to see a new bubbly side of Michael due to your presence. Unfortunately to Joe it was greed.

He swore he saw glimmers of greed and lust in your eyes and he claimed that he would be damned if a “money hungry slut” ruined his son’s career. Of course you never heard this because Michael was sure to protect your ears from the sickening comments of his father.

What he couldn’t protect you from was the hostile energy his father exuded when he first met you. Joe’s piercing eyes judged you relentlessly which caused you to uncomfortably shift in place. The rest of his family was the kindest it was just Joe that caused your skin to crawl at his presence. To solve this you avoided him to the best of your ability until one day you just couldn’t.

Michael told you to come over to Hayvenhurst after he finished recording but due to his session running overtime you arrived early and had to wait awhile. You intended to go greet his mother and hang out in his room until he came home but you had the misfortune of interacting with Joe.

His words swirled in your mind before you felt a large warm hand rest on your lower back. 

“Hey baby, what were you two talking about?” Michael whispered as he placed an innocent kiss along your jaw. Michael waited for your response as his eyes followed his father’s figure until he disappeared around a corner upstairs. You anxiously rubbed your hands together to prevent your fist from bawling up.

“He was just saying hi.” Michaels hands found yours as he turned you towards him. His soft eyes scanned over your face. Michael was such a caring soul and worrying him was the last thing you’d ever want. To avoid conflict and wasting time dealing with such a small issue, you smiled and quickly reassured him. 

“Just a hi.” You said smiling now and firmly gripping his hands. Only it wasn’t a small issue at all. The words swirled in your mind that night as you tried to finally rest.

“Let him go”

“You’re in the way”

“Selfish”

You unintentionally internalized every single word. You’d already previously suffered with anxiety. The weight of possibly ruining your lovers music dreams crushed you. Joe’s suggestion to leave Michael completely broke you but despite the cruelness of the words you would never do that. 

Right? You loved your boyfriend too much to even be away from him for as little as a week, but on the other hand you also loved to see him passionately pursuing his dreams. It all felt like a moral dilemma.

Your mind wandered before you could stop it and you found yourself impulsively self soothing. Your hand would constantly rub over your forearm on late nights like this and your foot would graze over your calf repetitively until you could feel the friction causing a burn to form.

These methods were to prevent your mind from running circles around you and to prevent yourself from selfishly venting to Michael. You didn’t want to give him reason to worry but your behavior made it inevitable. 

Michael started to worry about you when he realized that you didn’t want to come over anymore. It started with small excuses.

“I would love to go but I have a dance class later.” Michael’s lip formed into a thin flat line.

 “I thought your instructor was on a pregnancy leave.”

You inhaled deeply as your eyes stared past him.

“She recommended her regulars a similar instructor” Michael pouted at this.

“It’ll be quick. Swear. Joe just wants us to run through our routine a few times and we’re done. Thirty minutes max.”

Your face twisted at the mention of Joe and you felt the pit of anxiety swell in your stomach. Your logic didn’t match reality and you knew that. Joe was a shit talker who did everything on the premises of money. 

Michael’s relationship with you was considered distracting to Joe, which allegedly blocked Michaels focus on the group. 

This wasn’t true and you knew that but you couldn’t help your overthinking.

Realistically Joe couldn’t do anything to you. 

He couldn’t make Michael break up with you because that wasn’t in his power and he definitely couldn’t change Michaels feelings towards you. He was all talk. Your alleged ‘negative’ influence on Michaels career was non existing but you didn’t know that.

The cunning tone in which Joe spoke was so assuring to the point where you would’ve thought that Michael vented to joe about his true feeling towards you. 

Michael noticed your contorted expression and reluctantly dropped it while simultaneously making a mental note at your unusual behavior. You would’ve usually been jumping at the idea of visiting Hayvenhurst, in fact, you’d usually go over when Michael was busy. You loved to talk to his mom or even just hang out in his room. It was something so comforting about the smell of his room.

“If you don’t want to go it’s fine. I’ll be back later mk?” His head ducked down as he placed a light kiss on your cheek. 

These small excuses led up to bolder rejections of quality time with Michael. He confirmed that something was truly wrong when you denied a hang with his family at the studio. 

Michael had stopped by your place to see you before a studio session. He begged you to come with him because some of his family would be there, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized you hadn’t visited or spent time with his family in a while. He missed you. 

A few of his brothers decided to accompany Michael to the studio while he recorded for a good time. Michael didn’t tell you it was only his brothers, he only said “some of my families going to be there.” 

“I think I’ll pass this time Mich,” Michael audibly reacted with an exasperated sigh. 

“You passed last time and the time before that, my family wants to see you. I’m sure they miss you.”

A nervous laugh fell from your lips before you nodded at his words. You knew he wasn’t lying. His family loved you dearly and you enjoyed time with them but Joseph’s cruel words clouded your judgment. 

“Next time, promise! I have to go run some errands and I want to be home early tonight.” The excuses were becoming less elaborate and more obvious. 

It had been weeks since you rejected Michael’s request to visit his family along side him. If you were being completely honest with yourself you had began to believe Joe. Michael was becoming something huge and a relationship was a lot of work in hindsight.

Michael would come home late from the studio and still have to adhere to the responsibilities of a relationship. 

It got so bad that you felt horrible for staying up late in hopes of being able to hear his laugh over the phone or even debrief about your day because you feared exhausting him even further.

He held so much on his plate that adding any responsibility felt evil. The excuses turned into small changes in the way you loved. When you noticed Michael becoming short with his staff from stressful days you followed suit and fell back, if you noticed him zoned out and humming to a beat you left him completely uninterrupted in fear of ruining his creative process and you stopped being so clingy in a sense. 

This was a huge upset on Michael’s end.

As far as he was concerned, being clingy was the best quality a partner could have. It allowed him to be constantly reassured even if it wasn’t verbal. He enjoyed the way your head would rest in his lap as he rhythmically massages new instrumentals of his songs into your scalp or the way you would massage his shoulders when you felt him getting overwhelmed with scheduling compliments. It’s what he loved about you.

Unfortunately you on the other hand found it impossible to allow yourself to breathe freely around your boyfriend due to the constant pressure of ruining his career. Your boyfriend noticed this huge change opposed to the small rejections of visiting his family. 

He found it strange that you’d suddenly became so distant in a relationship that you both once valued with your lives. It was eating at him. He overthought almost every predicament that came to mind.

Were you mad at him? 

Had he done something to upset you?

Were you overwhelmed with his busy schedule?

Did something happen that you aren’t comfortable sharing?

He couldn’t put his finger on it.

One night he decided to confront you in hopes of gluing back the seemingly broken pieces in your relationship. 

He’d just finished pre-recording a promotional commercial for his upcoming album and he felt drained. The drive to your place felt like a never ending road trip  but he soon arrived and smiled as he made his way to your suite despite his eyelids becoming heavier with each step.

“Hello?” His voice quietly bounced off the empty halls of your apartment. He made his way inside, without complications of course due to his spare key.

Your apartment was quiet and cozy, per usual but today it felt different. You usually had a record spinning in the background to fill the apartment with some kind of noise or at least a tv playing but today, nothing. 

The sound of a metal spoon repeatedly tapping glass lured Michael into the kitchen where he found you blankly staring into your mug.

“Baby?” 

Your head quickly snapped towards the sound before you placed a fake smile onto your face.  

“Hey Mich,”

You said as you walked over and placed a light kiss on his jaw. His hands found your waist and they rested. Meanwhile his tired gaze scanned the dark kitchen suspiciously.

“Why’s it so gloomy and quiet in here? I thought you were off to bed already.”

You nervously laughed and shrugged before slipping out of his embrace to go grab your mug of tea.

Your hands kept a steady grip on the mug as your boyfriend watched you cautiously sip the tea.  

“I was off to bed actually.. long day ahead tomorrow.”

Michael’s lip formed into a deep pout. 

“You’ve been so busy recently. I feel like you’ve had a lot of long days. We need to go on a date and spend time together before my album releases so you won’t miss me too much when I’m swamped in tours.”  

He leaned back onto the kitchen counter as he joked about the last part but a serious expression formed on your face.

Your lips pursed into a thin line before rudely muttering, “You’re already swamped in enough work as is.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted it. Not because it wasn’t true but because you could see the hurt settling into his face. Despite your boyfriend’s common calmness and patience that went into communicating with you, he instantly got defensive.

“Woah.. I haven’t been swamped in work to the point where I’m neglecting us.” He stated before quickly asking a rhetorical. 

“Have I?”

His eyes burned into you for an answer but your gaze fell to the kitchen counters where your hands rested. Your hands immediately began rubbing together. 

Were you anxious?

This was becoming weird to Michael, maybe even alarming. You’d never been hesitant to speak your mind or express yourself in the slightest. Michael ran his hand through his hair as confusion set in.

“Baby what’s going on? I mean with everything. You’ve been distant. You don’t want to come over anymore, I can’t get you to talk to me about the simplest things and now you’re practically saying I’m ignoring yo- Us.”

You shook your head.

“Nothings wrong.. well I mean there is.”

Michael’s brows lifted at this but he stayed quiet, allowing you to finish.

“I just feel like.. you’re doing so well in your career.”

Michael cut you off before you could even finish. “What does that have to do with anything?” 

Your heart sped up as your thoughts raced through your mind. Before you could even think you blurted out.

“I think we should break up.”

᭡ cali notes ⸻ Ive been in love with michael so expect him wayyyy more! pt 2?.

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

୨୧ in which you prank your clingy boyfriend, choso by not saying “I love you” back.

𝐖𝐂: 0.6k?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: inspo from tiktok + I would love it so so much if you guys sent me recs.. if you want.. if not I’m going to sleep in your bed and put hand warmers inside your pillows so your pillows is hot.. I love you all please like + reblog + follow .ᐟ.ᐟ

You play with the zipper on your jacket for a while before grabbing your headphones.

“Okay Cho, I’m off!” you yell from the foyer as you fake twist the doorknob.

“Wait, I’m coming!” Choso yells before jumping off the couch and running over to you.

“You’re coming? I’m going to pilates. There is no way you’re coming,” you said dramatically as you try not to burst out laughing.

“Worth a try,” he said as he grabbed your waist and planted a light kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back gently before feeling his tongue on your lips, waiting to be granted access to enter a full make out session.

“Nooo, Cho, I have to go,” you say, smiling into the kiss before stepping back.

He throws his head back and groans loudly. “Ughh, okay. I love you, baby. Be safe.”

He said, letting you go. “Okay, I will. Bye,” you said as you turned away.

“I love you?” he said in a questioning tone.

“Mhm, I heard you!” you said, reaching down and picking up your shoes for the second time.

You felt a smile curling at your lips as you avoid Choso’s gaze at all cost.

“I know you heard me… so? I love you. Say it back.”

You smiled. “I love me too!” you said, fully turning the doorknob before stepping out.

As you stepped out, you felt a hand tug yours and the door slam shut behind you as you were pulled back in.

“Cho, what the hell! The neighbors will think I’m getting kidnapped,” you said, now looking at his face. His sad face.

“What did I do? If I made you mad, I would rather you tell me or even ignore me rather than not say I love you back.”

He said as his voice morphed into a sad but almost whiny tone.

“You didn’t do anything, Cho. I like you. A lot,” you said, your hands now finding his to hold them reassuringly.

“No. Why are you saying that?” he said, his head tilting like a lost dog.

“Because I like you?”

“Baby…” he stops himself dramatically. “I don’t even know if I’m allowed to call you that anymore. Apologies, [insert name]. You like cookies and ice cream. Are you saying you like them just as much as you like me? I’m on that level?”

He said, now taking his hands back to cross his arms, annoyed.

“What are you talking about, Cho? We’re saying the same thing. I like you! You L word me,” you say, biting your lip to hold back your laughter.

“Why are you censoring out love? We said ‘I love you’ the first week we met.”

He looked you up and down, trying not to drool as he stated his point.

“Are you actually going to pilates or are you going to pilate on someone else?” he said. You could’ve sworn you caught a hint of sass.

You couldn’t help it, and you started crying laughing, your hands now on your knees as you reach down to grab your hidden phone.

“It’s a prank!” you said as you wiped away your tears.

Silence.

“Delete that.” Choso said, his voice flat.

⟢

It had been a week since then, and you posted the video, and surprisingly, it blew up.

@amybbj: “He’s genuinely so cute 🙉🙉”

@theconcept67: “IM SCREAMING HE SAID ARE YOU DOING PILATES ON SOMEONE ELSE.”

@tojidahater: whipped

@yujiiiiiita: gc currently clowning bro

@nammiiiclockout5: the chivalry we need

@gojosatonyourmom: eeeyuck

You scrolled through the comments, your smile ear to ear, as Choso sits across from you, glaring as his phone blows up with messages from his group chat.

“You can’t be mad at me forever, babes. I like you soooo much!” you said jokingly before Choso playfully jumped on you and smothered you in kisses.

You really did love him.

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓

୨୧ in which you try to keep your vaping addiction from your boyfriend, megumi fushiguro

𝐖𝐂: 1.0k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I don’t even vape but I thought this was a amazing idea. I could also see a modern au where megumi vapes every now and then but that’s just me.. please like + reblog + follow ily all .ᐟ.ᐟ

It was a habit you picked up back in middle school. It all started when your best friend at the time stole one of her mom’s cigarettes, and you two smoked it for fun. You initially were dry heaving and struggling to breathe and vowed to never try it again.

Until you got the next opportunity, which you took. You knew it was bad for you, but you didn’t really care.

Despite smoking cigarettes almost every day, you were still in amazing shape. You could run without being winded, and you were on the track team.

But now you attended Jujutsu High, and cigarettes were prohibited, but vapes weren’t, and a few upperclassmen figured that out, and so did you. So you stopped cigarettes and switched to flavored vapes.

That wasn’t the only reason you stopped. First, your mom started smelling the smoke on your clothes, and you couldn’t keep lying, so you had to clean that up. Second, a second year in your grade named Megumi Fushiguro mentioned he hated the smell of cigarettes.

That was when you genuinely went cold turkey. It had been a year since then, and you now dated Megumi. You also vaped.

You didn’t tell anyone because it was embarrassing. You would lay in your dorm, legs kicked up, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly through TikTok while you vaped.

It was never ending, and you didn’t even notice how ashamed you were of it until your boyfriend knocked on your door one day.

You were about to answer with vape in hand before you quickly realized what you were doing.

You would look like a chud who doesn’t touch grass. It was embarrassing, and you weren’t ready to tell anyone, let alone your boyfriend.

You quickly threw the vape in your tampon box to avoid suspicion and waved the smoke towards the open window of your now cloudy room.

“One second. I’m changing!” you say, now sweating as your hand continuously wafted out the smell of birthday cake.

The smoke faded and your room smelled like it was refreshed with an air freshener, so you opened the door slightly disheveled.

“Hi, Megumi!” you say as you step aside to let him in.

“Hey..” he says, stepping into your room slightly confused at the beads of sweat on your forehead. “Your room smells good, but why did you take so long to answer?”

“I just woke up, and I thought I had bad breath, but turns out it was just spoiled milk from my frappe from yesterday,” you say, pointing to your nightstand.

“So I had to spray a little something,” you said, referring to the comment about your room smelling good.

He nodded before laying in your bed, and you two casually hung out. You felt horrible for lying, and you had to quit.

But you couldn’t. Every time you submerged a vape into water and began your ‘soberness,’ somehow a new one always ended up in your nightstand.

Or when you thought you were doing so good, you just craved a hit so bad that you got so irritated with everyone.

“Yuji, can you please hold the damn weapon so we can properly spar and go to our dorms,” you said as your eye slightly twitched at the pink-haired boy’s stupidity.

“[insert name] I.. I was actually just holding it, but you knocked it out my hand, so now I’m picking it back..” He stopped when he saw the glare you gave him before throwing your weapon at him and leaving the track.

Yuji noted this behavior and ran to Megumi to report you like a teacher to a parent who hoped you would be dealt with.

You thought you could do it, but the vapes would just find its way back to you. Until one fateful night.

You were working on homework when Megumi came into your unlocked dorm.

“[insert name]?” he said hesitantly. You cocked your eyebrow before turning your chair around to face your boyfriend.

“Hello, Megs, what’s up!” you say, slightly smiling.

He hesitantly spoke. “Are we okay?” You stood up, slightly leaning on your desk now. “Yes. Why are you asking that? Did I do something?” you say as your mind races with a million thoughts of something you could’ve possibly done.

“Well, maybe I phrased that wrong. Are you..okay?” he asked. An expression of concern was etched into his face, which made your heart drop.

“I am..” you said unsure. “You can talk to me. Normally you always play around with Yuji, but lately you’ve been frustrated and kind of suspicious around me,” he says accusingly.

“It’s not what you think. I..” You think for a moment. “I’ve been evolving?” you say.

“Can you just talk to me? Hiding things won’t make anything better,” he says.

Your boyfriend was normally very nonchalant and laid back, so him showing concern was telling. He obviously cared about you, but he rarely addressed issues without you bringing it up first. You felt horrible.

“OkayI’msorryThetruthisIusedtosmoke, but you said you hated the smell, so I started vaping, but I felt like a loser, so I stopped and went cold turkey. Now I’ve been feeling extremely irritated!” you blurt out.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened for a second at the speed in your words before calmly saying.

“Oh, I know you do.” Complete silence.

“How do you know I do?” you say dumbstruck.

Megumi felt a twitch of irritation. Were you this dense? “I’ve come in your room multiple times when you were asleep to turn off your lights or charge your phone. You fall asleep vape in hand sometimes. I literally put it on your nightstand for you.”

He says annoyed.

Your mind immediately thinks back to you sleepily thanking him for turning your lights off and taking something out of your hands.

“Oh! So you’re not like..icked out?” He shrugs slowly. “I wouldn’t vape, or at least anymore..but..” his ‘but’ was very quick, like he wants to graze over it. “But it’s definitely not healthy for you.”

You dramatically gasp. “What do you mean not anymore?” He groans, realizing he has to explain.

“I used to in middle school because it was cool at the time, but Gojo caught me one day, and he looked disappointed, so I stopped because.. I felt bad.”

He said the last part quietly as his cheeks flashed red.

“Aww, that’s so nice and considerate.” You teased as you pinched his cheeks quickly to avoided your hands being swatted away. “But I’m trying to quit it’s just that I went cold turkey, so I’ve been all over the place.”

He nods understandably. “No, I get that. I’m not disgusted or upset. But I think you should just be a bit nicer to Yuji. He looked like a kicked puppy when he “reported” you to me.”

He said air quotes around “reported.” You two laughed about it and tossed out the rest of your vape stash so you wouldn’t be tempted.

It was something you could go through together.

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

୨୧ in which your cool boyfriend sukuna shows you sex could feel tender

𝐖𝐂: 1.5k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: shyreader x bold ex frat sukuna. this is also my first time writing something semi spicy so pleaseeeeee let me know if you guys want a part two also ignore spelling mistakes if you love me. please like + reblog and leave recs .ᐟ.ᐟ

All you knew was rough. Your last relationship could be described as course sand in between your toes during a long drive home. Your last relationship was with your high school boyfriend who you had dated all throughout college.

He was controlling and disgusting. Initially, when you two had began dating, it was perfect. He was the high school, jock, popular, and every single girl flung herself at him. But you weren’t so different you were the stereotypical cheerleader, but you weren’t desperate you were just interested. It started with glances in the lunch line and ended with yelling. At first, you were in admiration about the new relationship. Your mom loved him. Your friends adored the two of you , but as you two dated throughout college. He began to show his true colors.

He was rough, controlling, and aggressive. He ignored you for days on end if you stepped foot into a party, he almost broke up with you when you pledged a sorority despite him doing the exact same thing. He yelled at you whenever you wore something a little skimpy, and not to mention the emotional turmoil the relationship took on you because of his constant flirting with other girls. The only thing that he didn’t do was sleep with them which was the bare minimum. (or so you thought)

He expected you two to put on a show because of how popular he was despite being in college.

The main thing you despised was his roughness. Especially in bed. Sex was painful. He only put himself so every thrust was equivalent to nails scrapping on chalkboard.

It was unenjoyable and you dreaded it. He was the only one that finished and you were always left unsatisfied. You swore your libido was low and you were just never in the mood. Realistically it was just him.

Luckily your relationship ended when you found out he knocked up your sorority sister. For the rest of your college experience, you swore to never date a man again and even considered turning lesbian.

You honestly had for a while or at least bi-curious. You experimented with multiple people despite not settling down. Your only rule was no sex. Situationships, kissing maybe a dry hump here and there was acceptable but anything that required being penetrated in any way was off limits. You didn’t want the commitment bit and the fear of unpleasurable sex made you beyond anxious.

Not to mention the control aspect that relationships came with.

That was until you settled in your law career and your colleague Sukuna took an interest in you. He was nothing like your ex. He was respectfully bold and didn’t take shit from anyone. The whole reason you fell head over heels for him was because of how he defended you one time when your boss was yelling at you about a late paper. Something your ex wouldn’t dare do.

It was a busy week. You have to travel back home for a family gathering, then come back and complete all your filework by Friday and it was already Thursday. Sukuna saw how hard you’d been working because his unit was close to yours.

Your paper was less than an hour late and your boss came in heated.

“[insert name] why the hell is this paper late? I expect so much more from you. You say you wanna “climb the ladders” and be a “big shot lawyer” but you can’t even turn in a simple paper on time. This isn’t college anymore, sweetheart. This is the big leagues so get your shit together.”

You felt your eyes stinging and embarrassment bubbled in your stomach.

Until Sukuna retorted.

“Layoff Larry, you don’t harass John when he turns in a paper two weeks late. I hope you’re not showing favoritism or sexism in a professional workplace that sounds like a corporate complaint to me.”

He said with that signature sexy smirk that remained permanently plastered on his face. It was menacing, but enticing.

Ever since then you two engaged in casual conversation every now and then, but you never failed to notice the muscles that appeared through his suit.

He was sexy. There was no doubt about it. The way his eyes darted to your lips every time left you soaked. You fantasized about him and the way veiny his fingers curved his coffee every morning. It turned you on in ways you couldn’t imagine but you contained yourself because despite his charming appeal he was strictly business. He got his work done and got the hell out of there. Your bond only strengthen due to your units being close.

Until he randomly asked you out one day.

“[insert name], I see you always bring coffee in the morning this new café opened up close to where I live. Would you like to go out with me? For coffee I mean. Well on a date..but for coffee”

That was the first time you saw him nervous or unsure. You obviously agreed and a few months later you two began dating.

When you first started dating, you were so accustomed to the rules your ex had for you that you didn’t dare step out of place. Sukuna just thought you were reserved, quiet or even nervous. He never expected you had been in a relationship before. Until you told him, but you didn’t mention the horror stories.

When Sukuna took you out to fancy places, you always asked him what you should wear.

He would usually respond with “whatever you want.” or “everything looks good on you, babe.” you initially speculated he was just testing you and he wanted to see if you know your “limits”. That was soon debunked when you walked out the room in a backless black gown, and he kissed every inch of you that night. 

You were hesitant. You didn’t wanna show yourself off too provocatively. But you couldn’t tell what he did want and what he didn’t want because he was so open to listening to you, how you felt and what you wanted to do. You two kissed and got handsy, but you never went all the way.

This was until one night. It had been a long week and you two hadn’t had a chance to see each . The second he came over his lips were pressed onto yours. His thick course hand sat on your hips as he passionately kissed down your neck. Before you knew it you two were in the bedroom and your were gently thrown onto the bed. Sukuna settled between your open legs and continued kissing you and eventually made his way down your stomach. He looked up to see where your head was at only to see you mouth open and moaning in anticipation.

He took that as a sign to keep going and his hands hooked around your lace panties and bunched them to the side revealing your puffy wet clit.. A moan slipped out from your lips before you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. You were embarrassed to be letting out such sounds, but you couldn’t control yourself.

You sat up and quickly which caused his hands to slip from you. A quiet “Wait..” was whispered which caused Sukuna to fully stop. “What’s the matter?” he asked wording he had done something wrong.

“I’m nervous” you said as you felt your ears getting hot with embarrassment.

“Nervous?” Sukuna said confused. “When have I ever given you a reason to be nervous?” he asked his hands now resting comfortably on your thighs.

You quickly said “Never!” before letting out a deep breath. “It’s not you.. it’s my ex.” you realized how that could’ve sounded wrong and quickly corrected yourself. “Or my past experiences with him.”

Sukuna nodded and motioned for you to continue. “He was weird.” You say he hesitantly. Sukuna quickly retorts with “ Yeah any guys weird for breaking up with someone like you.”

You smiled as your nervous hands grasped together.

“I mean like sexually he..or we only had sex for his gratification. He never focused on letting me finish.” you said nervously. “It was always painful because he was always in a rush and never valued me.” you say shyly.

“When he did, he said it was weird and usually fingering was just uncomfortable. It was a shit show so sex feels foreign. Which is why I’m hesitant with you, but I know it’s wrong to base by experience of him with you especially because you’re not him. I’m sorry.” you say apologetically realizing how fucked up you must sound.

Sukuna shook his head understandingly. “I understand one bad experience can fuck up something for life, but baby you have to understand that I’m not him and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.” You nod as your eyes slightly tear up at his kind words. “Don’t cry I mean it. So if you let me, I’ll show you how a real man should make you feel.” You nod before laying back down and allowing Sukuna to let you experience something new.

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘

୨୧ in which !shychoso gets dragged to a frat party by his best friend yuji, fully planning to disappear into a corner, only to be found by you who pulls him out of his comfort zone and leads to him fucking you into the start of a new situationship.

𝐖𝐂: 1.4 - 1.6k??

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I have the urge to make this into a series so I will! If you know the song from the title then you know the direction this story is going XD (greek tragedy- the wombats) please like + reblog + comment and a follow is always much appreciated .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶 :: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 :: 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 ‘𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥’ 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦 :: 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦 :: 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 :: 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 :: !𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 :: 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 :: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 :: 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷 :: 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴 :: 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 :: 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 :: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 :: 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

Ever since highschool you lived your life on the edge and almost every caption on your Instagram spam account was “#yolo!”. Hanging out with you was like a reward for some people. You were so welcoming in high school that you earned the superlative for "Most Likely to Brighten Your Day".

You’d been carefree since birth and problems rolled off your shoulders. You didn’t stress anything and you surely didn’t study because your mentality was “studying is doubting my knowledge!” It took a short time for you to grasp concepts you cared for. So in that sense you were smart enough for school not to stress you the way it should’ve.

Some of these habits rolled over to college. You were considered the life of the party on campus. You only joined a sorority to be able to host parties and be in your element and that was exactly where you thrived.

Ragers consisted of everyone showing up at midnight, drinking their asses off and dancing to unbearably loud music. You supplied the liquor but preferred not to drink because you didn’t need it.

You often found yourself on the dance floor with your skirt rolled up, hair slightly sticking to your forehead and your arms flailing in the air to the music. This was how Choso spotted you.

You were the life of the party. You checked on everyone all night to make sure people were having fun. You would walk over to random groups of people and just fit right in. Conversation was so natural to you that it made Choso jealous. You were friends with everyone.

Your adventures spirit is what led you to meet the quiet black haired boy. Choso wasn’t a nerd but he was focused on his studies enough to where he could avoid social interactions. It wasn’t that he was anti social he just preferred keeping his distance from people he considered a waste of time.

A friend who had forced himself into Choso’s life was Yuji Itadori. Yuji was a powerhouse in everything he did. He was kind and loved social interactions unlike Choso. He was the only reason Choso even attended parties.

Despite the people surrounding Choso, he didn’t feel the slightest urge to go make conversation with anyone. Like usual Yuji dragged him here and left him due to the chaos of the party scene.

Choso didn’t mind it and he considered himself the safe friend who could responsibly drive his friends home. This mindset went out the window when you locked eyes on him.

Two red solo cups slushed back and forth due to your body jerking around in the crowd. Your habit to check on members who attended your party left you making eye contact with a reserved black haired boy who stood awkwardly in a corner.

You danced your way over to him and handed him a cup which he eyed suspiciously. A grin made its way onto your face as you smiled. “Hi my name is [insert name]! No need to be suspicious I swear! It’s fruit punch with a pinch of alcohol. Just a little something I give to everyone who seems a bit tense!” You said as he watched you down the alcoholic beverage in your cup to prove it to him.

“What’s your name? Mr.ShyGuy.” You teased. Choso’s cheeks were flushed. He didn’t know if it was because a pretty girl was approaching him at a party or the fact that a pretty girl nicknamed him. “Choso.” He said in an accidental flat tone. His reserved personality made conversation appear flat and uninterested or at least that’s what he was told.

“Well Mr.Choso! Have a drink!” You said pointing to the cup in his hands. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand before momentarily sipping on the drink. You eagerly clasped your palms together at his willingness. You honestly took this as a sign that he wanted to party.

Your hand found Choso’s free hand and you pulled him through the party to the crowded pool table. This was a common sight for party goers. You pulling strangers out of their shells but this time it was different. You were pulling the hand of a tall reserved nerd who was surprisingly attractive to most. His attractiveness arguably tripled with you next to him because it gave ‘Sexiest couple of the year’.

Eyes followed the two of you as you entered the game room with a large pool table in the middle. Eyes locked on your hands basically intertwined and girls mouths suddenly opened to drool over him. Typical college girls.

Upon approaching him you weren’t focused on his attractiveness so your attention wasn’t even on the girls who were practically eye fucking him.

You and Choso approached the pool table where billard balls were nowhere in sight. Shot cups lined the table where your frat brother declared a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’. You excitedly rushed to the table and squeezed you and Choso into the round.

The game started slowly.

“Never have I ever cheated on a test.” Everyone took a shot.

“Never have I ever..got below a 60 on my rice purity test.” Everyone but Choso and a few others took a shot. You stood on your toes and whispered into Choso’s ear “I can change that if you want.”

It was a fluke and you didn’t think much of it. You were a tease and it never usually got you anywhere until this time.

Choso’s hands mercilessly gripped your hips as he pushed into your tight cunt.

Your back arched of the mattress at every thrust. “Ah-I..can’t” you whispered out as Choso’s thumb polished light flickers of force onto your clit.

“You can pretty girl. This is what you wanted. Right?” He said as he leaned down over you to place kisses along your neck. His voice was rough and it was so fucking hot.

You never expected something this this. Getting fucked by the quiet nerd who you now remembered sat in your ecology class.

After a few rounds of ‘Never Have I Ever.’ Choso had loosened up and he’d joined you on the dance floor. You two danced together and his hands found their way to your hips where he proudly became protective of you.

Any guy who even looked at you received a nasty glare. Maybe it was just the alcohol.

Your ass grinded on Choso to the music which led his hands higher onto your waist to maintain distance between the two of you.

“Mh..” Choso breathed out silently as he noticed his length growing due to your grinding.

You turned around now facing him and innocently looked up at his as you mouthed “I can fix that for you.”

Which is what led you to be pressed under Choso’s large frame. He was initially hesitant due to the drunken state you two were in but after you assured him that you were okay he immediately went to work.

Choso’s pace quickened as your cunt tightened around him. Despite sleeping with a few guys ever now and then, Choso was the icing in the cake.

The way his length grew inside of you and hit sweet spots you didn’t know even know existed made your eyes roll. The praise you wanted to give him came out in broken moans.

Drool trickled down your chin before Choso said “I-I’m close.” Your legs wrapped around his waist and you pulled him closer.

“Please finish inside.” You begged out. His pace quickened and you purposely clenched around him.

Tears filled the rim of your eyes as Choso dumped his thick load into your wet puffy cunt. It felt like heaven on earth and for a while you two stayed there until he continued to lazily thrust.

“You didn’t finish did you?” He said now drilling into you as his thumb quickly circled your clit. Broken moans escaped your mouth and your legs began to slightly shake.

“Yes Cho.. ple-” You were cut off as Choso pressed his lips into yours and gently began kissing your face. The tension had now settled and his pace changed between quick rough plaps into your cunt to slow strokes that left you throwing your head back and grinding into him for more.

The change in speed caused you to orgasm and Choso to cum inside you once more despite it being his second time in less than five minutes.

You squealed out as you both came at the same time and Choso let out deep grunts before pulling his length out of you.

He apologized as his seed now began slowly dripping down your thighs.

You laughed softly before propping yourself up on the bed frame. “Don’t apologize dork I asked for it.” You said joking as you watched his cum leak out of your cunt that was still throbbing for more.

Choso saw this and settled himself between your thighs where he pulled you by your thighs closer to him.

“Ngh w- wait!” You moaned out as your cunt was still sensitive. Choso ignored your pleads as his tongue lapped your cunt. He moaned into you as his tongue continuously plunged in and out of you.

“I’m just cleaning you up.” He said into your pussy which sent vibrations through your body due to his deep voice. He kissed your cunt a few times before kissing your thighs. He did this for a while until he looked up to find your eyes barely open.

“This was hot.” You whispered. You barley looked down at the boy before casually asking “Can I get your number?”

Choso had a dumbfounded expression on his face. He did just cum in the hottest girl on campus and she didn’t even seem to care. “I.. are you on..birth control?” He asked.

You nodded. “Duhhh, now can I get your number?”