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romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours

chuuya nakahara x reader

more chuuya boyfriend thoughts, i love him. for the yail series, and something chuuya lovers can munch on while i work on the rockstar chuuya series

inspired by paris

chuuya nakahara, who many people think they know. a soulless, port mafia executive, a force to be reckoned with, a monster. who, with all his connections, hears many things about many different people: meeting, kissing, dying, everything between birth, rebirth, and death. who, suddenly, is too busy with you. did he see the photos? no, but thanks, though.

chuuya nakahara, who is so in love he might stop breathing. who is truly a romantic lover- roses, cards, gifts, absolutely spoiling you. who does have exes, and who knows people know- but who doesn't have it in him to care when it's with you. who makes cheap wine feel like champagne. who makes a few kisses feel like forever.

chuuya nakahara, who is a short-tempered, raging dog at anyone who stares at him the wrong way. who is a soft, loving teddy bear with you- it gives you whiplash. who orders his men to look after you when he's away on trips, but making sure they never cross the line to make you uncomfortable. who has photos of you all over his office, tangible evidence of his love.

chuuya nakahara, who finds that balance between showing you off and keeping you to himself. who holds your hand in public, takes you on fancy dates, and books the top floor of a hotel room so he can see the city lights reflect off your eyes. who is just as romantic cooking you dinner at home, dancing barefoot in the kitchen, listening to your laundry spin and floorboards creek. who will show you off when you want him too. who can just as easily put a privacy sign on the whole world, and stop time so its just you two, together.

chuuya nakahara, who is a manipulator of gravity, both literally and figuratively. whose touch makes you feel like you're flying, levitating above all those messes and all the pain in your life. who many would characterize as a player, but who is actually so, so loyal. who would open a vein in his arm for your happiness. who will not stop loving you, even if his heart gave out.

chuuya nakahara, who sometimes can't heave his heart into his mouth. who is so, so in love with you he can't find the words. who confesses his truth in swooping, sloping cursive letters, leaving you tokens of his love to carry with you everywhere. who has so much of you all over him, even when you aren't around. who wears your sweaters, your initials around his neck and your kisses on his chest. who sometimes takes your things when he's leaving for a work trip.

"chuuya, did you take my underwear?"

"no....?"

"CHUUYA?!"

"IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YOU'RE AROUND!"

chuuya nakahara, who is so, so intimate. who makes you feel like your body is on fire, leaving no part of you untouched. who is so gentle one second, worshipping you with endless pleasure. who is rough the next, flipping you over and making it so that you can't walk for a month. who whispers filthy lines and praises in your ear, even when you can't form sentences. "s’en sortir si bien pour moi, n’est-ce pas ? tu vas encore jouir, chérie?"

chuuya nakahara, who you wish you could brainwash into loving you forever. who you are undeniably in love with. who has a young soul, taking you out till 4 in the morning. who wants to grow old with you, holding your wrinkled hand throughout the day. who loves you like you're 17, even when you push 70. who wants the only flashing lights to be the stars as he gets down on one knee, watching your eyes fill with tears as he makes it official.

chuuya nakahara, who you would say yes to again, and again, and again. who becomes your best friend, your soulmate, your husband, and your future with one kiss. who takes you somewhere else with the touch of his hands. who takes you to paris on your 5th anniversary, letting you watch the city go up in lights at midnight. whose blue eyes can only see you.

The fastest sexiest pizza in Tokyo

Damn, Tiger Pizza doesn't just make yummy pizza. They also send yummy delivery boys nowadays! Too bad that you seem to have lost your wallet and can't pay for your order. Or is it? Maybe finding alternative ways of payment isn't that bad when your delivery boy is such a snack himself!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex with a stranger, oral, cumshot, cumeating, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, eating pizza while fucking lol. This is just a stupid and cheesy smut fest that makes me want to order at Tiger Pizza every day! All characters are of age. This story is 18+, minors don't interact.

This is my contribution to the XXX hub collab. I picked the trope delivery boy, obviously! Thank you so much to @novaresque and @manjiken for hosting this amazing collab! I had so much fun with this!

You pull the door open and are greeted by pastel pink hair and a dazzling smile.

"Hey, thank you for ordering at Tiger Pizza! The fastest pizza in Tokyo!"

You blink several times, staring dazedly at the guy in front of you. Why is your pizza delivery boy so hot?

He must be new. You have never seen him before. You would definitely remember that cute smile and the golden eyes and cotton candy pink hair peeking out under his red Tiger Pizza baseball cap. Your gaze wanders downwards. And those biceps! You would definitely remember those too!

Damn, Tiger Pizza doesn't just make yummy pizza. They also send yummy delivery boys nowadays!

You give him a warm smile,

"Wow, thank you for the fast delivery! Let me grab my wallet!"

And suddenly, the horror crashes over you. Oh shit! The small bowl on top of your shoe cupboard where you usually put your wallet is empty!

"Would you mind waiting a moment? Or, just come in, I guess! I have to search for my wallet real quick, sorry."

"Sure, no problem. Where is your kitchen? I'll just put the food there."

You lead Tiger Pizza boy to your kitchen, looking for your wallet on the way where. But to your dismay, it is nowhere to be found. Not in your bag, not on the couch table, not on the kitchen counter.

"Um...this is embarrassing, but I don't have any money."

Hot delivery boy's bright smile falters a little bit, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Huh?"

You begin to sweat.

"I'm so sorry! I must have lost my wallet. What..what do we do now?"

Tiger Pizza boy stops smiling and instead scratches his cute pink hair.

"Well, I can't go back without the money, or the books won't add up."

His honey eyes look at you with the biggest puppy dog look you have ever seen on a human being. Gosh, is he pouting? He looks so fucking cute!

He puts the pizza and salad box down on your kitchen table and shoves his large tan hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, rummaging around until he pulls a few banknotes out triumphantly. The smile is back on his face.

"Ok, looks like I can pay for your order!"

Now you feel even worse. As a pizza delivery boy, he definitely doesn't earn a lot. He's probably a poor college student who's struggling with rent and stuff, and now he has to pay for your mistake!

"No! I don't want you to waste your money on me! You know what, I'll come over to your restaurant tomorrow and bring you the money!"

"No, forget it. It's ok, really. It's on the house!"

You shake your head

"No! I feel so bad! I will definitely give you the money!"

You reach out instinctively, wanting to offer reassurance and rub his arm. Your hand lands on his biceps. Fuck, it really feels just as amazing as you imagined it would.

You should probably pull your hand away again, but you can't bring yourself to do so. You're standing right in front of hot delivery boy now, and up close, he's even sexier.

Taller than you with broad shoulders and an athletic build. Tan skin, a cute smile, pretty honey-colored eyes. He has several scars on his face, but they don't mar his prettiness at all. Instead, they make him look even more handsome somehow, a bit rougher than the sweet smile and boyish attitude let on.

Your hand is still clutching his biceps, so you feel the firm muscles flex, and it feels so delicious. A wave of desire washes over you.

You must be crazy. Maybe it's the fact that you're blood sugar is low at the moment, or maybe the delivery boy is just too sexy for his own good. Regardless of what it is, you suddenly catch yourself blurting out:

"Or is there another way to pay you?"

The way you cock your head and look up at him through your lashes with a sultry look leaves no way for speculation about what you mean. And just to make sure, you also run your finger over his biceps in a seductive way, tracing his muscles gently.

Understanding flickers over his handsome face, and he grins and nods excitedly.

"Oh! That's really sweet of you. Yeah, you can do that..."

He leans against the kitchen table, putting his fit body on display, biceps flexing so deliciously, his defined pecs and abs visible under the tight shirt he's wearing. You never salivated that much about a guy you just met. Even his voice turns you on, smooth and sweet like honey:

"So, how do we go about this? What did you have in mind, sweetie?"

He pulls the baseball cap off his head, revealing even more pastel pink hair. It's ruffled from the cap, looking so soft and pretty that you can't help but lean closer to him and run a hand through the fine pink strands.

It brings you so close to sexy Tiger Pizza boy that he can easily wrap his strong arms around you. And God, those arms feel good!

He pulls you against him, and you yelp softly as you stumble into him. Your hands instinctively come up to brace yourself against his pecs. This must be some dream! Because somehow, this whole situation seems like straight out of some porn.

You have never felt toned pecs like those beneath your fingers. You can't resist the temptation and grab them, digging your nails gently into the taut buff flesh. Hot delivery boy makes a cute sound in return.

You find your voice again too and lift your head to grin at him,

"How about I do things for you that make you happy, and you tell me when I've paid off my debt."

"You're really smart! Sounds like we have a deal. It's nice of you that you want to make me feel good, cutie. I'm such a lucky guy!"

His voice is husky, one large hand cupping your chin and thumb tracing your bottom lip slowly.

Your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest, and your pussy throbs with hot needy arousal. You've never done this before: Just have sex with a random guy out of the blue. But it's so hot, and you want him so bad!

"What would make you happy enough to pay for the salad?"

You ask before closing your lips around his thumb and slowly sucking on it while you look up into his pretty golden eyes.

"Ah fuck... hmm, do that again, but not with my thumb but with my dick."

His words make you moan in excitement. You're really gonna do this! You're gonna suck off this sexy stranger and maybe get laid by him!

You let his thumb slip out of your mouth and take a step back. Hot delivery boy uses that chance to swiftly pull his shirt off and let it fall on the floor, smiling at you in that attractive boyish way that is far too cute and sexy at the same time.

What do these Tiger Pizza people think sending someone like this to deliver their food? It should be illegal!

You let your hungry gaze travel over him. He's a sight for sore eyes. Tall and buff, tan skin looking so smooth and lickable, toned muscles everywhere, thick biceps, delicious titties with pretty nipples, and defined abs that are to die for.

Your gaze travels further down, over the mouth-watering v-line and to the bulge in his pants. His grey sweatpants are already tented in the front, doing nothing to hide how hung he is.

You get pulled out of your drooling by his laugh.

"You gonna undress me, cutie? Or do ya want me to help? Come here, I'll help you. Don't be shy, sweetie."

His big hands take yours and place them on the hem of his sweatpants. But that's all the help you need. You won't wait for a second longer to see more of this total snack in front of you. You hook your fingers in his pants and the boxers beneath and pull both down at the same time.

Your mouth falls open in a silent O. Oh fuck, he is impressive!

His fat cock slaps against his firm abs with a delicious thud. Sitting there against those fine taut abs, fully erect, thick, and long, with a pretty dark pink tip that is oozing pearly pre-cum, which sticks to his tan abs.

Maybe you were wrong. He isn't just a snack. This fine man is a full course meal!

You are on your knees before he can even reach out for you, so eager to get his gorgeous meat into your mouth.

His toned thighs feel so fucking nice under your hands, warm skin, and firm muscles, which tighten when you lean closer and blow air over the swollen dark pink mushroom head. His pretty cock twitches, begging you to suck it.

Sexy delivery boy makes another cute sound. A soft whine, breathless and needy.

"Ah! Fuck, yeah, baby, take it in your mouth and earn your salad. Will you do that for me, please?"

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Your mouth is already on him, engulfing his thick tip with your lips and looking up at him as you suck on him for the first time, tasting his heady and sweet pre-cum on your tongue.

His mouth opens in a low moan, and his strong hands tangle in your hair, grabbing it tightly. It's all the encouragement you need. You moan softly as you take him deeper into your mouth, watching him through your lashes as you bop your mouth on his gorgeous thick cock.

He fills your mouth so wholly. Such a big boy! Tiger Pizza really didn't lie when they advertised to have XXL portions now too. For the big hunger.

Oh yes, you are very hungry. Starved actually! For pizza and for this yummy delivery boy's gorgeous cock!

You can't help but hum and moan around him, so turned on by his cute moans and his strong hands tugging on your hair, getting so desperate for you. He's such a cute one!

You play with his swollen tip, taking your sweet time, kissing the pre-cum off it, licking it lightly, and teasing his slit with the tip of your tongue, asking him to give you more of his intoxicating taste.

And he does. His dick is so eager! Pre-cum keeps trickling out of his cockhead, so much that you can already tell he's a nut-a-lot-boy. Not just good at delivering pizza but also good at delivering big loads of another kind.

"Ah... fuck...feels so good! That salad is already paid for!"

He looks so pretty with his flushed cheeks and mouth hanging open dumbly, his honey eyes boring into yours with such a needy look in them that it makes your pussy throb with want.

You absolutely need this sexy delivery boy in you! You really hope he won't leave after the blow job!

His hands tighten in your hair, and he pulls on it. He pulls your head down onto his cock, rolling his hips and fucking your mouth with deep needy thrusts, catching you by surprise. But damn, you aren't complaining!

His moans turn into breathless whimpers and little mewls, and if that isn't the sweetest and hottest thing you ever heard, you don't know what is!

You can tell he's about to bust by the way his muscular thighs are shaking beneath your hands. You moan around his fat cock, eagerly awaiting his big load. But sexy delivery boy has another plan.

"I wanna nut over your pretty face! Let me cum on your face, and you'll earn the salad dressing too! Please!"

You can just make some unintelligible sound in the back of your throat, but he's already pulling out, and you groan at the loss of his thick cock inside your mouth. But only for a moment because the sight in front of you is too good to stay upset.

Tiger Pizza boy wraps a strong tan hand around his gorgeous cock and pumps it with firm, fast strokes as his moans become louder and more high-pitched, and then he yanks on your hair and pulls your face right in front of that pretty cock.

A moment later, thick warm cum hits your face in several spurts. Belatedly you open your mouth to at least get some of it on your tongue. A moan escapes your mouth as you swallow his thick milky cum and lick your lips to scoop up more of the sticky mess he made on your face.

Sexy delivery boy sighs, and another sweet smile spreads over his face as he looks down at you.

"Fuck, you look pretty. And so messy... let me help you with that."

He pulls you up and licks your face clean, hungrily lapping up his own cum. Your brain isn't functioning anymore. The only thing your mind can come up with is a silent chant of, "Thank you, Tiger Pizza! Thank you for sending me the delivery boy straight out of my dirty fantasies!"

Your dream Tiger Pizza boy is finished collecting all his cum on his tongue, and now his large hand cups your chin, and then he kisses you.

You moan in surprise and desire, obediently opening your mouth as his tongue pushes against it. He licks into your mouth eagerly, feeding his cum to you. And you take all of it happily, moaning as you lick it all off his velvety tongue.

"Hmm, you like that? I'll tell you a secret: This tastes way better than any of the salad dressings we have on our menu."

You can't help but chuckle even as you chase after his lips and tongue, stealing another heated kiss from him. How can he make you so wet and horny while also making you laugh in genuine amusement? This boy is dangerous!

The short stolen kisses turn into an entire makeout session, with his strong arms wrapped around you and his sweet tongue fucking your mouth just like his cock fucked it only a few minutes ago.

You can already feel him growing hard again where his big cock is trapped between your bodies. A relieved smile tugs at your lips. So you will probably get lucky and get more of your sexy Tiger Pizza boy, hm?

As if he was reading your thoughts, his lips wander from your mouth to your neck. Finally, you hear his hoarse voice whisper:

"Ok, you earned the salad and the dressing now. Let's fuck on the table, and you'll earn the rest of the meal."

And with that being said, hot delivery boy kicks off his sweatpants and boxers, which were pooling around his ankles, and hoists himself up on the kitchen table. He almost knocks the pizza and salad boxes down but catches them with a laugh and pushes them to the side so he can lay down.

He looks so gorgeous, laid out there for you, bracing himself on his elbows, making his biceps and abs flex so beautifully. And that cheeky grin on his handsome face is driving you crazy too!

"Did you ever ride a tiger before?"

He's so stupid but so sexy! Your legs are shaking as you get undressed. It's embarrassing how wet you are for the sexy tiger on your kitchen table.

You climb on top of him, straddling his lap, gasping when his strong hands land on your thighs and caress them gently. He has a tattoo, you realize. Two thin black lines circle his right thumb, and it somehow makes your pussy throb even more for him.

Your hands land on his toned pecs again. Fuck! His body is so yummy-looking and feels so good beneath your touch. You're beginning to suspect that sexy delivery boy is the best food Tiger Pizza has to offer.

"Gonna earn my pizza now, tiger-boy."

"Yeah, you better hurry up before it gets cold."

You wrap a hand around his thick base, pumping his cock a few times, making him gasp softly. He is sweet, helping you onto his thick cock. Strong hands grab your hips and lift you onto him.

His strength makes you moan needily as he guides you on his thick tip. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel him stretch you open. God, he's such a big boy. It's so fucking good!

You can't help but gasp as you sink down on him, taking all of him into your creamy pussy. He fills you up so completely, stretching you open in the most pleasurable way.

And when you slowly lift your hips and then let yourself fall down again, it gets even better. His cock is so perfect inside you. It doesn't take any convincing for you to ride him eagerly, bouncing on his thick hard length, always guided by his large warm hands, which are exploring your body, wandering from your thighs to your ass, and kneading it firmly between his strong fingers.

You can't believe a simple order at your usual pizza place led to this: You having a sexy delivery boy between your thighs, riding him on the kitchen table in between the pizza and salad boxes he delivered. You don't want this to end.

"I earned the pizza already, right?"

Your sexy Tiger Pizza boy nods as he looks up at you with heavy-lidded honey eyes,

"You earned half of it. You can take a slice if you like."

You stop bouncing on his thick cock and lean over him to open the pizza box that's lying next to his head. The movement causes your tits to press against his face.

And hot delivery boy moans and turns his face into your tits, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on them, tongue flicking over your nipples hungrily. Your pussy is throbbing around his thick tip anytime his lips close around your nipples to suck on them. He's such a good boy, so sweet and loving!

Your hand closes around a slice of pizza, and you sit up again, gasping when your pussy slides down delivery boy's beautiful cock again.

That's gonna be a first, too: eating pizza while you have a cock inside you. His swollen tip is rubbing against your sweet spot, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

You take a bite of your pizza and chew it while slowly rocking on delivery boy's cock, rolling your eyes in pleasure,

"Mmhh, the pizza is so good! Almost as good as your cock feels, baby."

That earns you a mix between a chuckle and a moan from the sexy boy beneath you.

"Yeah? Give me a bite, too, please? I need strength so you can keep on playing with my dick since you like it so much."

You laugh softly. It's a breathless needy sound because he really feels so perfect in you and his words drive you crazy.

But you hold the pizza to his pink lips and feed him some of it as his hands tighten around your waist, and he starts to bounce you on his gorgeous cock again.

A needy sounding cry escapes your lips, followed by a row of moans and horny babbling:

"Ah! Oh... oh... fuck...Tiger Pizza is definitely my favorite!"

The pizza is forgotten, though, for the moment as your eyes close and your head lolls back as you let strong Tiger Pizza boy lift you up and down on his thick cock.

Loud moans fall from your mouth, and your fingernails dig sharply into his toned pecs as his tip is hammering against your sweet spot repeatedly, sending sparks of pure bliss through you.

You do your best to earn the other half of your pizza and ride him eagerly, clenching around his deliciously fat cock, reveling in the cute whines coming from sexy delivery boy.

Without warning, he lifts you up, pulling you off his cock with a desperate-sounding moan.

And then he presses his hard length snug against your slick pussy, and cums so prettily. Shooting his big load messily between you, over his abs and pecs. And over you too, over your stomach and most of it over your pussy. You moan loudly when it hits your clit, thick and hot.

He makes the cutest noises, high-pitched cries, and loud mewls and moans. He is so fucking gorgeous, so unashamed and sexy. His pretty face looks angelic when he bucks his hips and rubs his thick cock against you, riding out his orgasm. And fuck, he looks so good covered in his own cum!

You whine needily, struggling against his firm hold, craving more. Needing release too. Hot delivery boy opens his pretty eyes, and they meet yours, looking golden and wearing the cutest fucked out daze. A smile grazes his lips, and then he positively beams at you.

"Fuck! That was so good! Gotta take care of you too now, baby. Come here!"

He pulls you on his face, maneuvering your body so easily. And then his warm mouth hums against your wet needy pussy, and you can only gasp. He looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, and you see them rolling back as if he's tasting his favorite treat in the whole world.

"Mmmh, some sweet dessert for me."

Your legs tremble heavily as his sweet tongue fucks into you, going so deep. And those soft lips find your clit, shower it with so many kisses before sucking on it gently.

God, he knows what he's doing. Pizza delivery boy is a fucking pro at this!

What he's doing to you feels almost too good. You are a quivering needy mess for him, trembling and moaning and gasping loudly. Your knees go so weak, but his strong hands hold you safely in place.

Those hands also prevent you from pulling away when the sensation of his sweet mouth becomes so intense that you almost can't take it anymore. He keeps you in place, pulls you back down on his mouth, and continues to make love to your pussy.

He holds you there until he licks and kisses a world-shattering orgasm out of you. One of those screaming-and-jerking-uncontrollably-orgasms, as your cream gushes over his pretty-boy face.

Your favorite delivery boy smiles up at you, looking so pleased as you slowly come down from the high he blessed you with. He's a real sweetheart and licks you clean, making your hips jerk lightly when his soft tongue glides over your overstimulated clit.

He helps you stand up afterwards and makes sure that your wobbly legs carry you before he cups your cheek and pulls you closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

"It's safe to say that you paid off your debt. Even gave me a generous tip, I would say. Tiger Pizza says thank you. And so do I."

You both laugh softly. You grab a kitchen towel and throw it at sexy delivery boy so he can clean himself up while you pick up your clothes from the kitchen floor and get dressed again.

You turn around in time to see him shrug into his shirt. To your surprise, there are more tattoos on his back. More black lines and a majestic-looking tiger in the middle.

You raise an eyebrow. Either someone is overly affiliated with his corporation, or he really loves tigers. For a moment, you wonder how a poor student can afford all those tattoos, and your next thought is, "Is he a Yakuza member?" But the idea is so ridiculous that you almost laugh out loud.

You accompany him to the door, and finally, it occurs to you to ask:

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Just ask for Yuuji next time you order something."

He grins at you and does a mock salute, winking cheekily,

"Thank you for ordering at Tiger Pizza! The fastest pizza in Tokyo!"

But before he leaves, he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek and adds softly:

"I hope our service was to your satisfaction. Don't forget to leave a review!"

It's a week later when you dial the Tiger Pizza number again.

You place your order. The same pizza and salad as last week, and before the guy on the other end of the line can hang up, you quickly add:

"Can Yuuji deliver that, maybe?"

There's a long stretch of silence at the other end of the line. And then comes a:

"What?"

"Um, Yuuji.. pink hair? Pretty buff?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I know who you mean. But he doesn't do deliveries usually. Wait a moment..."

"Hey Boss, someone is asking for you to deliver an order. What do I say?"

Your eyes widen almost impossibly. Boss?? That little shit!!

You hear some muffled noises, and then a familiar cute voice reaches your ear:

"Hey, so you want pizza again?"

"What the fuck, Yuuji? You never said you own Tiger Pizza! I thought you were a poor student who needed the money and would get into trouble if he came back with empty hands! I was feeling so bad about you having to pay for me!"

"Oh that... yeah, well, I told you the order is on the house, but you didn't want to listen! I never said I am just the delivery boy, did I?"

He really didn't, you realize. And suddenly, loud laughter errupts out of your mouth, and on the other end of the line, Yuuji is laughing too.

He sounds so amused when he says:

"You really have no idea who I am, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I love that! How about I'll come over and deliver your order, and then I'll tell you more."

His voice drops to a low whisper, and he adds:

"Be naked when I get there, and you'll get a dessert on the house."

Thank you so much for reading! I loved this prompt! I was laughing and yearning at the same time while writing this! I hope you enjoyed it too! Please let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments make me happy!

Credit for the scene where reader feeds pizza to Yuuji while she rides him goes to @shameless-stan Thank you so much for giving me that amazingly sexy idea!!

The people who read my Yakuza!Sukuna AU might have noticed an easter egg. Yes, the Yuuji in this fic is actually "The young Tiger," Sukuna's younger brother from the Yakuza AU lol. Tiger Pizza serves as a money-laundering place. Yuuji just happened to be there when one of the delivery boys called in sick, so Yuuji decided to deliver an order himself. His bodyguard Megumi had a meltdown when he returned from the bathroom, and Yuuji was gone. He kept calling him and wondering why a simple delivery takes that long. Clearly, the slogan "Tiger Pizza, the fastest pizza in Tokyo" is a lie!! And reader has no idea that she fucked the Yakuza Prince. But I think Yuuji is about to tell her :)

Hi lovely! Can I request Reader suddenly finding out Katsuki liked to be degraded, like maybe she jokingly calls him a “slut” and sees how he’s affected, so she tries to be mean to him in bed and he is waaay into it (if you’re comfortable of course)

Good Boy Gone Bad

You don’t mean to say it.

It slips out between panting breaths, between the messy kisses and the way his hands are gripping your hips like he’s trying to leave bruises there. Katsuki has you pressed into the mattress, arms caging you in, his lips moving hot and frantic against yours, and it’s got your head all fuzzy, drunk on him, on the way he’s all over you.

And then, when he grinds down, rutting against you like he needs it, like he’d die if he didn’t—

It just comes out.

"Fuck, you’re such a slut."

It’s supposed to be a joke. A teasing little quip to match the desperate way he’s moving against you, to call him out for how shameless he is right now.

But then—

Katsuki freezes.

Not in the usual way when he’s about to snap at you, no livid glare or oi, what the fuck? Instead, his breath catches in his throat, and for a second, his whole body goes taut, like he’s just been struck by lightning. His grip on your hips tightens, his head drops forward, and then—

He groans.

Low. Guttural.

Like he liked it.

You blink, staring up at him, the realization dawning slow but heavy. You watch the way his ears turn pink, how his breath comes out shakier than before.

Oh.

Oh, this is interesting.

“Wait a second,” you breathe, your lips stretching into a wicked little grin. You press a hand to his chest to push him up just enough to look at him properly. "Did you just—?"

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki snaps, but his voice is all wrong—rough, weak, like you caught him in the middle of something dirty. His eyes dart away, and he looks like he regrets everything.

You laugh. You can’t help it.

“Oh my god.” Your grin widens. “You like that.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You so do.”

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t—”

“You totally do,” you coo, your hands sliding up his arms, then curling around his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “You like being called a slut, don’t you?”

His jaw clenches.

You watch his throat work as he swallows thickly, his breath shaky, his hands still gripping your hips like he’s fighting himself—fighting how much he wants it.

You press closer, your lips grazing the shell of his ear, and you drop your voice into something mocking.

“Oh, you love it, don’t you, baby?” you whisper, just to see what he’ll do.

And that’s when you feel it.

His hips jerk.

Hard.

His fingers dig into your skin like he’s trying to anchor himself, and then another one of those wrecked little groans escapes his throat, unbidden, unfiltered, and—

Oh.

He really likes it.

Your grin turns dangerous.

"God, you’re so pathetic," you taunt, dragging your nails down his chest, relishing the way he shudders. "Grinding all over me like a needy little bitch. You can't even hide how bad you want it, can you?"

"Fuck," he chokes out, his hands flying up to grip your wrists, like he’s trying to get you to stop—but he’s hard as a rock, and his breathing is all over the place, and he looks like he might just die if you stop.

You giggle.

"Katsuki," you purr, tilting your head, dragging your fingers up his throat just to feel it work under your touch. "You’ve been hiding this from me? Hiding how much you love being talked down to like the desperate little thing you are?"

"Shut up," he groans, but his voice is all breathy, all wrecked, like he’s barely holding it together.

"Make me," you challenge.

His hands fly to your waist, flipping you onto your back so fast it makes your head spin, and he’s on you in an instant—hot, hungry, feral.

But then—his lips pause against your skin, and his breath stutters, like he’s waiting.

You smirk, dragging your nails down his back.

"Good boy," you murmur.

And that’s all it takes.

He loses it.

His whole body shudders.

And then—he’s on you.

Katsuki doesn’t waste a second. He crashes his lips against yours, swallowing the laughter bubbling up in your throat, his grip on your hips punishing. He’s kissing you like he wants to ruin you, like he wants to devour every breath you have left—but the way his body trembles against yours?

He’s the one falling apart.

"Oh?" You gasp between kisses, your hands tangling in his hair, yanking him back just enough to see him. His pupils are blown, his breath ragged, and fuck, he's already so gone. "You liked that, huh? Liked being my good boy?"

Katsuki growls, but it’s weak. His hands twitch against your waist, like he wants to deny it—like he should deny it—but then your fingers tighten in his hair, and he whines.

Whines.

"God, you’re pathetic," you murmur, dragging your lips down his jaw, nipping at his skin, feeling the way his breath stutters. "Acting all tough, but the second I get mean, you're melting in my hands like a desperate little thing."

"Fuck," he hisses, his head dropping to your shoulder, his fingers digging into the sheets on either side of you. His whole body is taut, shaking, like he’s holding back.

Like he’s trying so fucking hard not to just give in.

But you won’t let him fight it.

You drag your nails down his back, slow, teasing, then slip your hand between your bodies, palming him through his pants. His hips jerk, a broken moan ripping from his throat, and you giggle.

"Look at you," you coo, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the growing heat between his legs. "You're not even trying to pretend anymore. So easy to break, aren’t you?"

He trembles.

“You love this,” you murmur, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his ear. “You love when I make you feel like a slut, don’t you, baby?”

His breath hitches.

You can feel him losing control, his whole body going taut above you, barely keeping himself together, and it makes you feel so powerful.

“Say it.”

Katsuki shakes his head, his fingers curling into the sheets. “Fuck—fuck, I—”

You yank his head back, forcing him to look at you. His face is flushed, his lips red and kiss-swollen, and fuck, he looks so wrecked already.

Your smirk is cruel.

“Say it, or I stop.”

His whole body twitches.

And then, in a voice so hoarse, so needy, it nearly breaks you—

“I—” His breath stutters, his jaw clenches, and then—

“I love it.” His voice cracks, desperate, barely a whisper. “I fucking love it.”

And god, he looks so ashamed.

But you can see it in his eyes, in the way he’s gripping you like he needs you, in the way he’s already so far gone—

He doesn’t want you to stop.

Your grin is wicked.

“Good boy.”

NERDJO who first notices you when you add to his ideas and explanation on electromagnetism and it’s applications on actuators

NERDJO that has a tight knit friend group but wants to talk to you but feels too shy

NERDJO in which he got laughed at by his friends at night because he was so flustered after ranting to you about Digimon after you asked him if he had any special interests

NERDJO who is always so quick and witty to answer questions or make snarky remarks in class but turns into a mess trying to talk to you outside of school

NERDJO that gets set up by Shoko and Geto by inviting you to Gojo’s dorm only to not be there, leaving the both of you alone under the guise they both had errands to run

NERDJO learns that day your interest in Pokémon so you both sit and rant to each other about your favorite characters before realizing you need to study

NERDJO becomes giddy when you end up sleeping over because of how late it was

NERDJO who’s friends tell him that he sees you more than just a friend from physics class

NERDJO that begins writing nerdy jokes about physics in your notebook column as a way to show his interest in you

NERDJO who you find very endearing and dorky, especially the little notes and doodles he leaves in your notebook

NERDJO who you notice rambles a lot about quantum physics and Digimon all while pointing at his computer screen and squinting

NERDJO who you have now learned to harbor feelings for and vice versa

Clingy

500 days of you ── .✦ spiderman! gojo x reader ch. 1

pairing . academic rivals spiderman! gojo x reader

summary ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being at the top of your class for the past few years has not been a problem for you at all, that is until he transfers in, stealing away your spot with his genius intellect and annoyingly good 4.5 gpa, better than your 4.0, all while wearing that stupid grin you just want to punch off. what's worse is he also happens to be the cities hero, in who you fall in love with, unknowing to who was under the blue mask.

warnings ˎˊ˗ college au, academic rivals to lovers, eventual smut, gojo is a pervert, panty

stealing, dry humping, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, sexual harassment, toxic relationship with family, unhealthy diet, fluff, set in new york like any other spiderman, female reader, p in v, oral, reader is a virgin, violence, gojo is full of himself, webs used.. inappropriately.

playlist ⟢ 500 days of you

wc . 5.4k

a/n . yes the title is based on 500 days of summer i was watching it while writing ..

500 days is all you have left until you graduate. according to your calendar that you have self made, placed neatly beside your bed so you could cross each day as it passes with your pink highlighter, you have exactly two years. today, december 20, marks your first day of long awaited winter break in which you desperately needed after enduring what you believe was the worlds hardest final exam for your humanized and social science class.

your roommate has decided to take this time to go visit her family back at her hometown, to spend a few days with her family wrapped in a comforting warm and cozy atmosphere alongside whatever her family provides. but you chose to stay behind, not that you had anymore exams to finish up or anything, but because going back to see your family, if you could even call them one, wasn't even an option. your relationship with them wasn't abusive or anything, just strained, always putting your brother's needs before yours. that's part why you picked the farthest college you could away from them, an entire different timezone.

you wouldn't call it running away, because that implies fear, you'd just call it more of a extraction. a nice and peaceful separation. sure, they reach out once in a while, but you always come up with excuses on the spot to end the call early. they barely knew that much about you, hell, they didn't even know which college you were going to even your plan in majoring in physics until a month before you left.

nyu is a beautiful campus, not traditional in any way, it bleeds right into the city. any spot there would be perfect to study, and well you didn't have anything to do for the next two weeks so a little studying before the next semester even starts. so with that you made your way over to your locker which was a brief fifteen minute walk away from your dorm.

you don't mind the walk, no rush, no crowds. the usual buzz of students chirping has died down. its not a eerily type of quiet, its peaceful. the faint sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the almost empty hallway. reaching your neatly decorated locker, you opened it unaware of the person right next to you, the door swung right into them.

"shit-"

your eyes widened as you saw the persons books fall right out their hands.

"oh my god im so sorry! I didn't see you there!" you immediately crouched down to pick of the several textbooks, most of them being physics for semester two. it wouldn't be a surprise if the owner of these books would be in the same class as you. "its alright" the mysterious person chuckled as they took away the books from your hands.

your eyes widened as they landed on them. or him, actually. he had beautiful bright blue eyes that for sure held every secret of the ocean, and snowy white hair that resembled the snow that was falling right outside. you couldn't even get a word out.

"im Satoru." he said, waiting for you to give your name to him.

"right.. right. I mean- im y/n." you stumbled across your words. he gave you a crooked smile, almost naturally as he saw you stutter. his hands now itched onto his heavy physics books, tilting his head as he studied you. "you have any idea where mr. thompson's class is?" his smooth voice asked. mr. thompson. thats the name of your physics teacher.

"yeah! yeah he's my physics teacher!" that came out a bit more excited than you intended it to. "yeah? mind being an angel and leading me to it?"

you laughed softly, hoping the light pink tint on your cheeks weren't noticed by him. oh but they were. the awkward tension melted right away. "of course."

he didn't mind the blush, and the way his smile widened told you that he definitely noticed your blushing, but he didn't say anything about it, instead allowing you to show him the way around the campus. he fell into step beside you recalling how you as well had this course. "so.." he broke the silence, "you actually understand physics are you just one of those people who pretend to know what you're doing?"

you shook your head laughing a bit as your gaze fell down to your shoes against the pavement. "no, no I understand. im majoring in it so I kind of have to. but it honestly depends on the day, sometimes I feel like the textbook is gaslighting me" now it was his turn to let out a laugh. and it sounded genuine. "thats great. back at my old uni, people were only there for the credits or whatever. no one was really as passionate as I am." you gaze shifted to him. "oh, which school did you transfer from?"

"colombia university."

"is the lack of people taking physics seriously the reason for your transfer?" you asked half jokingly, but you wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the reason, you knew some people like that.

he sucked in a soft breath, eyes flickering from your figure to look forward. "no I just.. wanted a different environment I guess." there was a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you didn't push it. after all you just met this boy not even five minutes ago. you both finally reached mr. thompson's classroom, his door slightly ajar. "he should be in here.. he always is., im convinced he lives in there"

he hummed looking into the classroom, catching a glimpse of the bald headed man hunched over a stack of papers before looking down at you. "thank you, y/n. I hope we see each other in uh two weeks?" the way he said your name sent your butterflies on a rollercoaster.

"yeah.. yeah I hope so too." you said quietly which earned a sweet smile from him before he walked in to talk about whatever he needed to with the professor. with one final look at the door you turned, only to remember you didn't even grab your books, let alone close your locker which was the whole point you came out of your dorm. you quickly rushed back with the thought of the new student lingering in the back of your mind.

── .✦

in the blink of an eye, the break was over, and the dreadful second semester rolled right around the corner. the traumatizing sound of your alarm that was set at 7 on the dot woke you up for your 9 am physics class, slicing through the silence and especially your slumber.

you groaned, clicking repeatedly at your phone to shut the ear piercing sound off. for a second, you considered skipping. but you knew mr. thompson doesn't play no games, and neither did that syllabus. so you dragged yourself out of your bed, limbs heavy, and mind still foggy as you began to miss the warmth provided by your bed. the sky outside was still that dusty gray, soft flakes falling right out of it.

after making yourself a cup of coffee, you brushed out your hair to be somewhat socially acceptable. you were the top student of the school either way, you had to be presentable at all times. you threw on a jacket and a cute pair of pants before making your way out of your dorm, holding envy for your roommate for not having a morning class.

by the time you reached the lecture hall, well your body because your soul was still trapped in between your blankets, you noticed that you werent there first one there like always. your eyes landed on him.

satoru.

he was seated right there at the front of the class, his posture was excellent, back straight, shoulders relaxed, giving you another reason to like about him. his eyes were trained on his phone, with his earbuds blasting whatever he was listening to in his ears. but they shifted as you walked in, and when your eyes met, a soft smile appeared on his pink tinted lips making your chest feel just a little too full.

maybe the second semester didn't seem so dreadful at all.

"hey.." he took out an earbud out of his ear as you approached, sliding in the seat right next to him. "hi" you replied, placing your bag next to you. "glad we're in this class together. haven't really met anyone else since we talked."

"that so? not even your roommate?" you unconsciously fixed your hair to try and maybe woo him with your beauty. "oh actually i'm living in an apartment" your hand stopped playing with your hair.

"an apartment? in New York? the school is already bleeding us dry.. what are you, rich or something?"

that earned a chuckle from him, a quiet one that made your stomach flip. "yeah.. sure." he had a grin on his face, making you question if it was a joke or not. you both watched as more seats filled up with new and old students. but everyone was eventually startled when mr. thomspon walked in and slammed a textbook onto his desk.

"well I'd like to say im disappointed from last semesters final exam results." he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but id be lying."

a beat of silence.

"im proud to say that everyone passed." a relieved sigh escaped almost everyones mouths, echoing across the room. "and of course, ms. l/n, miss goody two shoes," you placed a hand on your chest in mock offense making satoru sniffle a laugh next to you. "you got the highest mark, like every year." he grumbled. "im starting to think you're just here to make everyone else feel bad about their grades."

"only slightly." you muttered under your breath, loud enough for satoru to hear. he turned a bit towards you. "lets see how long you stay up there, miss top of the class, until I snatch your spot."

you stared at him while he turned back to face the front. he was just joking right? I mean no one could steal away your spot. no one has for the past two years, and no one will. right?

── .✦

oh but you were wrong. oh so so so wrong.

this boy wasn't your new friend. he was your rival, like his whole existence was to take away everything you've worked hard for. he wasn't your soon to be charming lab partner or the cute guy you'd hang out with at a local cafe after class.

he was your academic nemesis.

it didn't hit you right away. not until the first quiz given to the class was passed back in which you got a 97% on. but once you saw a fucking 100% on satoru's paper circled in a horrid red ink, thats when it hit you. and the cherry on top was when mr. thompson grinned and leaned down to whisper, "looks like you've got competition." you stared at satoru like he had just murdered your family, not that you minded, but in a way he murdered your entire existence.

he looked at the paper, like he didn't even care that he passed, because to him this was normal. he caught your expression and was confused to see that the usual soft look on your pretty face was now replaced with pure wrath.

this wasn't just 480 days of school anymore.

this was war.

every time you raised your hand to answer a question, it was always outshined by satorus. damn him and his longer limbs. and every time, the professor would call on him.

every. single. time.

you even considered this being sexist. then satoru would answer correctly, of course. damn mr. thompson for finding this whole rivalry hilarious. like if your whole identity as "the smart one" wasn't practically being lit on fire in front of everyone right now. you felt the shift, and you heard the whispers of you being out throned. and what made this whole situation worse was that stupid charm that he offered you with, "im glad to be in physics with you." a lie.

a damn lie.

and you couldn't help but hate him for it every day, every higher mark, every time he got called on, and every time he smiled at you in the mornings or in the hallways thinking you two were still friends.

it didn't help that everyone practically loved him. girls slipped their numbers to him every other day, even undergraduates which you found disgusting. he did everything so effortless while you stayed up until 2 am re-reading lessons, burning through notebooks, killing your pens, and even pulling all nighters like kay chung for important upcoming exams, mistreating your body with more caffeine than you could handle to try and claw your way back up the top.

until eventually you burnt out.

you ignored every 'hello' coming from him or any stupid joke he'd come up with, you settled on a different seat away from him not having the guts to stare at him be better than you for another second. not while he thrived and you crumbled.

and it was like you were back at home, always being seen as the second option right after your brother. a man. of course the second you feel like you are finally worthy of something, someone has to take it away from you. but why now? why after two years in which you spent trying to escape that feeling, was everything going downhill? you weren't even sure if he was even aware of the harm he was causing you mentally and physically.

that he was undoing you without even trying.

but he did notice. he noticed how you stopped talking to him, saying hello or laughing at his jokes or even avoiding his gaze like if it would burn your eyes if you made eye contact, and it hurt because you were practically his only friend other than a boy he met in his calculus class. suguru geto, aka his 'man in the chair.' he always alarmed satoru discreetly whenever there was a bank robbery happening down the street. because not only was satoru now holding the title of the top student of nyu, but he was also the hero of manhattan.

"spiderman makes an unwanted appearance again last night," the news reporter said with her voice being more sharper than the bold lettering on the headline scrolling beneath her, "at a secluded alley near the 'sunny time up' bar, involving a man attempting to steal one of the employee's vehicle."

click.

"when will this vigilante wake up and realize that this job is for law enforcement"

click.

"he's a danger to the people of manhattan! this isn't a comic book, he's interfering with police work!"

every time you clicked on the remote to change channels, spiderman was everywhere. for someone the people claim to hate, he sure is the talk of the week.

"dude is like time square on new years.." you mumbled mostly to yourself.

"my father hates him." your roommate, wendy's father is the head of the police department. he's always complaining about he boy who hides away behind the blue mask, claiming that he is causing more trouble in the busy city. you gave a dry laugh. "your father hates everyone, including me" she sat on your bed next to you, holding a bag of chips in her hand which she offered you.

"I dont see why it's such a big deal. he does more than the police has done in the past five years. he's like what? our age? from what I have heard he is definitely not beyond his twenties." you stared at the video of him swinging across buildings, the sharp blue color of his suit making it hard to lose sight of him.

the color reminded you of satoru's eyes.

your mood suddenly shifted as you thought of him, your appetite was long gone as your stomach twisted in disgust. "how are you holding up with the whole academic rivalry thing."

"shut up." you grumbled.

"I feel like it's one sided, well from what i've heard from you." wendy's voice was quiet, but her words stung. because deep down, you have told yourself the same thing.

"its like he doesn't even try." you dragged your hand across your face as you stared at the textbooks on your desk before they shifted to the calendar right above it. 455 more days.

454 more days.

453 more days.

452 more days.

451 more days.

450 more days.

another school week has passed by. another week of avoiding his intense stare across the lecture hall. another week of hearing him laugh with that black haired boy that had way too many piercings on his face. another week of debating if anything was even worth it anymore.

you looked back up to your calendar, staring at that number written beneath the date. 450 more days until graduation! you got this! how many more days until everything will stop feeling so heavy.

how many more until you stopped caring.

but its like you couldn't even catch a break. your negative thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. you slowly dragged it out your back pocket before looking down at the called id.

mom.

you couldn't answer. not with your voice cracking or tears falling. you couldn't let them know that you were struggling the same way you were all your childhood and you especially couldn't give them that sense of pride in the way you were burning out. how could you tell them the pressure didn't go away but it only shifted from different mouths in different places. you couldn't handle hearing, "I told you so."

'just stay in state, I dont see why you have to move all the way to the other side of the world. you won't be able to handle it like your brother.'

'your brother stayed here in the same state, why can't you do the same? he visits us regularly!..'

shaking away the echoes of your parents voices, you watched the slow rise and fall of wendy's chest, and you quietly zipped up your jacket before sneaking out. fresh air was what you needed right now. it hit you like a reset button- the kind that clears your head. not caring where your feet took you, you made your way through the city.

the night was still alive, buildings lit up, parties at every corner you looked at, and other people walking as well. it did feel refreshing. until you heard it. a sharp, disgusting wolf whistle behind you. it was low and mocking. the city is big, its bound to have horrible beings. your steps didn't stop, your stomach twisted and you felt sick.

"hey where are you goin' sweetheart? you look delicious." the slurred voice behind you said. you didn't even have to look back to know what kind of man it was. your pace quickened, trying to reach a store or anything that had some sort of crowd. but the footsteps behind you didn't stop, they matched your speed and quickened.

this was exactly what your brother warned you about. being in such. huge city will only be more dangerous. you felt your throat drying up and you looked down at your shadows, seeing the mans hand reach for you. but before even his fingers could brush against you, a blur of blue and white appeared. there was a soft thud, a groan, then silence.

you slowly turned.

"hey," spiderman said calmly shooting a web right on the strangers face. "she's not interested." the man stumbled back, letting out a muffled yelp, fear overthrowing whatever he was on. he didn't even budge. your heart was still racing as you took in his muscular figure. and then he turned to face you. ".. now what are you doing outside at night, hm?" his voice shifted into a much softer one, like he was talking to a kid. you wanted to talk but you couldn't get a word out as you felt the heaviness in your throat as well as the weight you've been carrying from the past few months.

the way he stood was so familiar. "im sorry.." is all you could get out, you soft voice quivered which immediately sent his senses off. "hey, hey its alright why are you apologizing?" his large hands cupped your cheeks. despite them being gloved, they were warm and comforting. his thumbs swept under your eyes wiping away any incoming tears. "why are you apologizing?"

"I dont know.." you answered honestly. but the ache of not being enough was resurfacing. he let out a quiet breath at your answer. "thats okay.. you dont have to explain." his hands didn't move away from your face, in fact you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"let me take you home." he whispered. "..I live at the nyu dorms"

he nodded before dropping his hands to grab the back of your knees without any warning, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "hold on baby, okay?" your tired mind couldn't even process the pet name before allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, placing your head in the crook of it as well.

without another word, he laughed upward, shooting a web into the sky. the loud roaring of the wind as you both swung across building from building deafened your ears. gravity tugged at your stomach with every sharp dip and rise. you unknowingly shook in his hold, the hand that was holding you rubbed your back before settling to cupping the side of your thigh, dangerously close to your ass. "its okay, I got you."

his hand and feet stuck to the side of the dormitory building. "which dorm is yours angel?"

angel

that pet name reminded you of satoru. why is it that the smallest things reminded you of him? why does your mind insist in continuing to think about him. "... that one." you pointed to the window just two floors up and to the side, in which he crawled to, tightening his hold your plush thigh. he carefully slid the window open, crawling in.

"we're here.." he could barely get out before the soft click of a lamp lit up the room, revealing wendy who was staring at the both of you, holding onto each other rather intimately. your arms were still wrapped around his neck while his leg was pressed right in between yours, in the middle of placing you down.

your eyes widened as you stared back at wendy. "you're awake.." you whispered.

"you're with spiderman.." she stated the obvious. you and him were quiet, the silence louder than you wanted it to as you backed away from him. "I wake up to see you missing, assuming you probably went out to party, only to see you grinding on spider mans leg? oh my dad would hate you even more right now" the masked vigilante cleared his throat, his hand was still placed on your waist, not wanting to completely let go of you yet.

"I should.. get going." he murmured, before looking at you, not wendy. and behind the mask, you swore that for whatever reason he didn't want to leave.

"oh.. yeah uhm thank you, have I thanked you yet? whatever just.. thanks for everything." you stammered, scratching the back of your neck. with one final lingering squeeze on your waist, he pulled away. "any time." he then turned back to wendy. "can you tell your dad to stop trying to tase me?"

"nope." she furrowed her eyebrows.

"..worth a shot. take good care of your friend for me yeah?" he asked before leaving through the window, allowing the city to take him back. wendy's head sharply turned to look at you.

"what..?"

she blinked, once and twice and thrice. "you've got a lot of explaining to do." she grinned.

── .✦

"you just come back from patrolling?" suguru asked as his fingers moved quickly on his controller letting out a few curse words when his opponent did damage on him. "yeah.." satoru closed the window behind him, tugging off his mask letting his white locks spread out, making him look like a model. he threw it on his bed, making his was deeper into his apartment. "you can't just use my pc whenever you want to man." he grumbled as he watched suguru get a victory royale.

"hey, if im helping you out on your little 'hero' shit, I can play whenever the hell I want."

satoru undressed, pulling up some grey sweatpants, but staying shirtless. scars adorned his torso and chest. "guess who I ran into."

"uhh that crazy police guy that tried tasing you."

satoru shivered at the memory. "no thank god. it was y/n." suguru clicked off the game turning his full attention to his friend. "the chick you like?" the blue eyed boy nodded. "saved her from some drunk shit, took everything in me not to kill that bastard after seeing her cry."

"what happened then?"

"took her back to her dorm.. met her roommate as well. turns out she's the daughter of the head of the police department. anyways, y/n looks horrible.. like there's something going on with her."

"yeah its you. you stole away her spot of top student." suguru reminded him. "I didn't mean to!" satoru defended himself.

"her friend for sure is going to spread around the fact that she saw y/n with spiderman. talk to her about it." satoru thought about it. if he asked you if everything was okay with you after last night, maybe you'll start talking to him again.

one thing about wendy is that she can't keep anything to herself. suguru was right, your encounter with spiderman spread like wildfire. like full blown social media wildfire. your name was brought up in multiple group chats, tweets, even those dumb confession accounts on instagram.

"SPIDERMANS GOT A GIRLFRIEND LMFAOOO"

"yall hear y/n slept with spiderman?"

"what do they call baby spiders?"

you were speeding past everyone, heart racing like you were in a heist movie making your way to your next class before you were stopped. "hey.." the familiar voice cut through the air. satoru. "heard what happened last night.. everything okay?" he asked, noticing how thin your wrists were.

was this another one of his acts? "yeah.." you mumbled. "everything fine." you tried brushing it off but he wasn't having it. he raised an eyebrow before his hand placed right on your waist, the same spot spider mans hand was on. "talk to me. you ghosted me weeks ago.. did I say something or do something?"

dont act so innocent, you thought. of course he did something. "physics is just,, stressing me out I guess." which was partially true. his eyes travelled down your face, looking at your lips before his tongue darted out to lick his. "let me help you then."

despite the hatred you held for your rival, you missed him. sure you only talked a few times, but you missed talking to him, his dumb jokes and his dorky smile. "..okay" you agreed. "maybe later this week." and for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt light.

── .✦

your classes were finally over. with your bag placed over your shoulder, you made your way outside after deciding to pick up some sweet treats for both you and wendy, who you were still kind of annoyed at for spreading around your encounter with spiderman. you reached the warm welcoming bakery, picking out whatever looked delicious, chocolate cover croissants, blueberry muffins, and a few cream puffs before making your way to check out. the second you stepped out, the rain decided to make an appearance. one that you weren't prepared for.

you clutched onto the bag full of treats.

"you again?" the voice came from above you. you looked up, moving your dripping wet hair to get a closer look. there he was, perched upside down from a streetlight. "..here to save me from the rain?" you asked half jokingly. he hummed, flipping down to land right in front of you. "of course baby. wouldn't want you to get sick.."

his arms wrapped around your waist before shooting a web straight up the roof of the bakery, pulling you both off the ground. you let out a little yelp holding onto both him and the pastry bag. seconds later you both were outside the window of your dorm, before he effortlessly opened it up placing you on your bed. your shirt rose up a little exposing your cute little spiderman boxers.

"is that me?" he asked tracing the waistband that had his heroine name in bold letters. your breath hitched. you completely forgot about those, or even buying them let alone wearing them today. both you and wendy went shopping a couple days back, going into the kids section and jokingly buying each a pair of spiderman undies.

'hey you should wear these to thank him.' she snorted

'eat shit.'

your hand shot out to push his away, chuckling nervously. "okay thats enough.." but he was faster, he grabbed your wrist forcing it to be on your mattress before his other gloved hand tugged up his mask enough to expose his mouth. his jawline was sharp, and those pink lips.. your eyes widened as you looked up at him. "ah.. spiderman?" he brought said hand up to his mouth, his teeth pulling off his glove before spitting it out somewhere else.

"nah.. let me see this." he pulled up your shirt, showing off your midriff, as well as pulling your pants down to your knees. "mm yeah thats me alright.." you felt your heart pounding in your ears. his tongue darted out to lick your stomach.

"spider-man..!" you gasped. he looked up at you, wanting to savor this moment. as if he wanted to memorize this exact version of you.

"never thought I'd be someones fashion statement." he moaned as he saw the wet patch starting to form. his thumb placed itself right on it. "this alright..?" he wanted you bad, but he also wanted you to be okay with this. you nodded looking up at him with a look that just drove him crazy.

his rubbing continued before he pulled away pulling down just the lower half of his suit. "its hard as hell to hide my dick in this shit." he grumbled.

oh.

oh.

he was huge. like really, really big and heavy, it couldn't even stand up correctly. he fisted his cock a few times, watching his pre- cum ooze out before placing it right on your clothed cunt. you wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him closer in. "thats it." he groaned slowly rocking into you. your body shook with every hump of his hips, the wet patch in your spidey briefs grew bigger. his hands traveled throughout your body, hot and rough as two fingers found their way into your mouth, forcing you to lick them. "good girl, get them nice and wet for me baby."

his voice was low and dripping with arousal. he brought his head closer to your face. you whimpered softly as your hands tugged at his suit, your legs that were still wrapped around him trembled. "wearing these and you expect me not to ruin you?" he moaned as he dipped a finger into the pouch that every boxer had, feeling how much you wanted him. the two fingers that were toying with your tongue left with a loud pop before his lips found yours in a sweet but messy kiss.

just before he could release his hot seed onto you, there was a knock at the door.

"y/nnnn! let me in I forgot my keys!" damn wendy. spiderman sighed pecking your lips one more time before he pulled back, sliding down his mask. he reached for the glove he threw away as well as his lower part of his suit. "ill be taking these as well.." he murmured ripping off your briefs, which had you cringing at the sound, exposing your cunt to the cold air. "ill see you around okay, darling? thank you for this, such an angel."

and with that he left. leaving you with no release and nothing covering your lower half.

"y/n!" wendy knocked again.

"coming!"

oh you wish you were.

ending note . hope you all enjoyed chapter 1 !!

Nerd!Gojo x Nerd!You

Nerdjo x nerd reader!

Part 1 no next part sorry I lost the motivation 😔 and lost most of my works

Part 3

♡Gojo, the paranoid investigator.He is now on a mission to prove you’re human.He starts stalking (observing is the word he prefers) you, noting down every tiny habit.But every time you catch him staring, you don’t call him out.You just stare back. Unblinking. Unfazed.His brain short-circuits. His soul leaves his body. Suguru finds him sitting in a corner later, mumbling, “She’s not real… she’s not real…”

♡Gojo, the humbled flirt.He’s never failed at flirting before. Ever. So when he dramatically tells you, “I’d bring the moon to you if I could.”He expects something a scoff, an eyeroll, a blush. Instead, you say, “That’s scientifically impossible.” The way you deadpan it makes him rethink his entire existence.Suguru and Shoko witness this and nearly die laughing.

♡Gojo, the desperate competitor.He stays up all night, studying harder than he ever has in his entire life, just to beat you in the rankings. The results come out. You still top. He’s second. But the worst part? You don’t even react. No smile, no satisfaction, no nothing. He’s not mad that he lost he’s mad that you didn’t care. He dramatically flops onto Suguru’s shoulder. “She’s a machine, man… I’m up against a machine…”

♡Gojo, the secret romantic.No one knows, but he loves romance novels. It’s his guilty pleasure.One day, he’s in the library, nose deep in one, when you suddenly sit next to him.He panics. He immediately slams the book shut.You glance at the cover. You say nothing.You just… nod slightly and continue reading your own book.For some reason, that’s way worse than if you had teased him.

♡Gojo, the horror movie victim.He once fell asleep in the library and woke up at 3 AM. Everything is dark. Silent. He feels like he’s in a horror movie.Then he sees you. Sitting at a table, reading, like some paranormal entity that never moves.He has never known fear like this before.He contemplates running, but his legs don’t work.He watches in terror as you slowly… turn the page of your book.He passes out.

♡Gojo, the human experiment conspiracist.He is convinced now. You are not normal. You are not real.He asks Shoko to run a “human test” to confirm.

She plays along and casually tells you, “Hey, mind giving me a blood sample?”Gojo watches you for any sign of panic.You blink. “No.” And walk away.

He gasps. He screams.

“SHE DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHY. SUGURU, SHE DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHY.”

♡Gojo, the fool in denial. He refuses to admit he finds you interesting.

“I don’t like her, okay? I just wanna know more about my rival.”

Suguru and Shoko exchange looks. “Sure.”

“I MEAN IT.”

“Mhm. Sure. Do your homework.”

He storms off in frustration.

♡Gojo, the dramatic love announcer. One day, out of nowhere, he slams his hands on the lunch table, eyes wide with revelation.

“I THINK I FOUND MY MATCH.”

Suguru and Shoko don’t even look up. “Yeah, we know.”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. SHE’S—”

“Yeah, yeah. Do your homework, Gojo.”

He stares at them in betrayal. They’re supposed to be shocked.

He’s suffering, and they don’t even care.

♡Gojo, the haunted. One day, he catches you staring at him.His heart stops. His brain malfunctions.You just tilt your head slightly, as if analyzing him.And then you go back to your book.That moment haunts him to this day.

♡Gojo, the theorist.He starts developing wild theories.Maybe you’re a spy. Maybe you’re a hacker. Maybe you’re an escaped AI prototype from a secret lab.

Suguru literally smacks the back of his head. “Shut up and focus on your work.”

♡Gojo, the secret simp.He doesn’t even realize he’s simping for you.One time, someone called you boring for always studying.

Without hesitation, Gojo fired back, “At least she exists. You just stand around judging people who do.”

The entire room went silent.

He immediately realized what he just said and pretended to choke on air.

♡Gojo, the needy puppy.When he wants something from you, his voice turns softer.

“Show it to me please… send it to me, Y/nnnn.”

He stretches your name out like a whiny kid.

Suguru stares at him in disgust.

♡Gojo, the unshakable, now very shaken.His ultimate goal? Make you react.

First, he starts leaving anonymous cute notes.

You glance at them for two seconds, then toss them in the trash.

His heart shatters.

Then, he tries challenging you. “Bet you can’t solve this.”

You solve it in seconds. He gasps. He didn’t even know the problem had an answer. (He made the question)

As a final resort, he sends you a fake love letter, thinking you’ll finally get flustered.

You read it and say, “It’s technically impossible to climb Everest in three minutes for a girl.”

He wants to scream.

♡Gojo, the ignored.He gets petty. Tries ignoring you for three hours to make you notice his absence.You don’tyHe snaps.

“Missed me?”

You blink. “Oh, I didn’t even know you were here today.”

♡That one physically hurt.

♡ Gojo, the fool who fell.He’s never met someone like you.You challenge him in a way no one ever has.He hates it. He loves it.He’s completely doomed.

@syrooo @hel1nn @ourfinalisation @dekusdante @naomigojo

You're All I Want [Week Two] || MINORS DNI

Summary: No one really seems to fit your standards, your roommate, Chuuya, proves otherwise.

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara/Reader, Female reader, 3.5k Words, Jealous Chuuya, Cunnilingus, Pussy Worship, Overstimulation, Spitting, Cum Eating, Chuuya Comes In His Pants, Petnames (Pretty Girl, Dollface, Sweetheart, etc.), He Should Be The Standard Tbh, Wyd If Your Man Isn’t A 5’3” Ginger Mafia Executive, Perhaps I Projected Slightly Since It’s My Birthday In Two Days And This Is My Gift To Me, Mwah.

Sinners: @pe4rl-diver , @sakui1 , @mxya-dreams , @runs-withscissors , @writingandmusing , @mairia-chan , @dearestwitchtrials

Becoming a mafia executive’s roommate was not on your to-do list, yet here you were— from moving what was left of your belongings into a large empty room to finally redecorating the minimalist aesthetic your roommate’s apartment seemed to take on with him barely being there already due to his occupation. You seemed to fill a space in Chuuya’s life that he didn’t know he was missing.

Now there wasn’t a day he didn’t come home late into the night and not expect you to be up and about doing your own activities, acting as if you were some nocturnal deviant that haunts the night with random shenanigans. He can’t count how many times he’s walked in to find you nursing one of his cheaper bottles of wine and cooking or baking something that you just happened to find while scrolling through social media, offering him some in return with an awkward grin to avoid his wrath for finishing nearly half his bottle. Of course, he was always too tired to fight you on the matter from the day and would take the rest of the bottle for himself before sitting at the island counter to wait for you to finish with whatever you were making.

Or the amount of times you bought something new to add on to the decorations in your apartment, showing it off proudly to Chuuya as you placed it next to the tons of other random vintage-looking trinkets and paintings you got in the past. Though he never complained much because how could he argue about how busy the decorating looked when he was barely there to look at it in the first place?

And when he got the day off, you were there with him most often, binging movie series or begging to go shopping with him because you couldn’t help but marvel at the small stationary sections they had in the stores he frequented. He rolls his eyes and scoffs every time with a snarky, yet harmless comment to make about your buying habits— wondering when you’d ever need a dog themed wine opener, only to realize weeks later that he had been using it every time he opened a new bottle and that you payed close attention to his likes and dislikes. It made him feel a little bit better about allowing you to be his roommate at all, not sure how it would go with how you were when you first met.

He never once thought he’d experience having a woman come up to him while was in the middle of fighting at least five opposing gang members to ask him for directions to the nearest convenience shop. Of course, he almost didn’t have that chance to advance any further with you as he had with the onslaught of bullets that came your way, but with his ability and quick reflexes, he pulled you out of the way to take cover behind a car, chastising you on your social awareness— or lack thereof. Your reasoning behind approaching him out of everyone else in the area was beyond him, and you admit that you don’t even know why yourself, seemingly finding that you were just naturally drawn to him. And he did eventually get you to that convenience store that you were asking about.

How you ended up being roommates? Chuuya likes to blame the fact that he was partly raised by Kouyou to be a gentleman for his choice of offering you a place in his apartment after you met him once more weeks later at a bar, whining about the flooding in your apartment complex that had everyone looking for a new place to live, including yourself. He’d never seen you look so flustered and timid, trying to back track and stumble over how it really wasn’t a big deal and how you were just going to couch surf with one of your friends until you found somewhere else to stay.

If there was something that Chuuya was, it was stubborn, but he learned that night that you were too— going back and forth for nearly an hour with each other until you were immediately persuaded with the promise of him taking you out to ice cream after getting you sobered up and back to your place to collect what was left of your items.

You settled in quickly and easily, your presence becoming one that Chuuya couldn’t ignore if missing.

Which is why he was so put off by your absence one night when he came home to find everything in dead silence with all the lights and TV shut off. It almost felt… empty, and it caught Chuuya off-guard. Maybe you went to bed early for once? But usually when that happened, you always— always left the TV on while you slept away on the couch, curled up cutely beneath one of his expensive throw-blankets. There was the chance that you weren’t feeling well and decided to sleep in your room for once, but after quietly shuffling over to your room and peeking in, your bed was empty— sheets strewn about and your multitude of pillows bunched around your sleeping spot.

Then he thought there was always the possibility that you got one of your random cravings for a specific junk food and went down to the small convenience shop down the road to buy it. But he knows that you always drag him along no matter how tired you both are or how long you have to wait for him to get home because you feel safer with him.

Pacing back into his room, he takes off his hat and gloves, hands sweaty as he takes out his phone. On one hand, he doesn’t understand why his nerves are acting up because you were probably fine— you had other friends— maybe you’re with them. But there’s still that small thought in the back of his mind that there may be something wrong and he knows it’s definitely because of everything that he’s dealt with in the mafia, including watching nearly everyone he’s ever cared about die. He clicks on your name and sends you a text asking where you are, and if you didn’t answer in five minutes, he’d try to call, and then possibly even go looking for you— but you answer almost immediately and he lets out a soft, relieved sigh that he didn’t even realize he was holding in.

“Didn’t you see my note on the fridge? Aww. You miss me that much (＾ｖ＾)?” As he read your message, he could hear your voice clear in his mind, a small huff leaving his nose as he does. Finally being able to relax, he makes his way into the kitchen and turns the light on to see a yellow sticky note plastered to the fridge with your writing in pink glittery ink. “Won’t be home till super late, on a date. Made udon earlier, leftovers in the fridge.”

Letting the information settle in, he only focuses on the first sentences of your note, a blank look on his face as he re-reads it at least three more times.

A date? He didn’t realize you were even interested in that stuff, or maybe he just assumed you weren’t because he wasn’t interested in it due to focusing on the mafia. At least until now. He doesn’t understand the irritation that eats at him at the thought of you spending your free time with some guy that doesn’t know you at all, probably more interested in the thought of what’s beneath your clothes than anything else. But that’s not his business, so he shouldn’t have a say in it. He wasn’t a controlling person— outside of the mafia at least— he thinks. So why does he feel like he deserves to put any of his two cents in on you going out and enjoying yourself?

He’s barely able to sleep with these thoughts running through his head, deciding to drink a glass of wine while sitting on the couch to soothe his nerves. But it doesn’t stop until he hears the front door unlock and open, a pair of heels clicking against the wood floor. Which was interesting because you didn’t own heels— not going out enough to really bother with them. His head turns to look behind him over the back of the couch, sucking in a breath when he catches a glimpse of you in a tight dress, bent over to take your heels off. His head whips around to face straight again and tries to rid of the image burned in his retinas, free hand coming up to rub at his eyes.

Your feet slap against the ground quietly as you walk over to the couch, moving to sit on the other end of it and lean against the arm rest. You slouch over and sigh tiredly, ready to doze off. “How was work?” You ask, voice groggy.

Glancing away, Chuuya avoids looking at you, deciding to focus on his wine. “It was fine… jus’a lot of paperwork today,” He stiffly replies before hesitantly asking in return, “How was your date?”

He could not explain the relief he felt for a second time that night when he heard your groan of disdain, clearly having had a failed date. “It was going well and then after dinner he said that he wanted a blowjob because he was entitled to one after paying for my dinner even though I offered to pay for my own half. So really, he was just a douchebag,” You mumble out as you curl up further against the armrest, tugging a folded up throw-blanket off of the back of the couch to cover yourself with.

A loud scoff escapes Chuuya lips before he comments, “Yeah, sounds like a real piece of work.”

“S’not even the first time this stuff has happened,” And this fact has Chuuya eyeing you.

“You went on more dates?” He tries not to sound like he’s about to burst a vein, but knowing that you’ve gone on more dates than just the one guy has him nearly foaming at the mouth.

Shifting to sit up a bit, you wrap the blanket around your body and tuck your hands under your chin, watching him brew in a small bout of anger. “Yeah— went on a few actually, but they sucked too. I just went earlier in the evening while you were at work. Why’re you getting so worked up?” You hold back the amusement in your voice and let your eyes follow his bare hand to come up and run through his hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Would’ve kicked their asses,” Chuuya grumbles instead of answering your question directly. It makes you giggle quietly, holding back more laughs when his head whips over to look at you and his face scrunches up. “What? What are you laughin’ about? They’re fuckin’ assholes…” He strains, his cheeks flushing at your small grin.

“Nothing… just think it’s a little funny that you’re getting more upset about it than me,” You point out, moving over to sit closer to him.

“Because— cause…” Chuuya trails off, glancing to the side as his face only grows a darker shade of pink. “Guys can be jerk offs, okay? I would know. And it’s bullshit that they treat you like that.” You can tell that something is making him act unusual from his normal nonchalant demeanor— and it only encourages you to get even closer to him until you’re leaning shoulder to shoulder with him.

You think it’s a little cute that he’s so defensive over you, feeling his body stiffen at how you’re pressed against him before relaxing a bit, but still avoiding eye contact. “It’s fine, I’ll just chill on the dates for a while, no one’s been meeting any of my standards anyway. I’m starting to think I’m a little picky.”

“Yeah? What’s your standards?” He mumbles, staring down at his half full wine class as he waits for your response. But instead, he feels the weight against his body shift, your chest now pressing against his arm and warm breath blowing against the side of his neck. Turning his head to look at you, he sucks in a quiet breath as his heterochromatic eyes meet yours in a stare. You gaze at him with a knowing look, eyelids falling into a lull and pupils flickering down to focus on his lips— and he’s done for.

There is no perception of how much time has passed from Chuuya’s lips meeting yours to him lifting you up by the thighs to carry you off into his room and throw you down onto his bed. Climbing over you to hover above your body, his hands are pushing the hem of your dress up eagerly and fumbling to get his own shirt off, lips moving along yours messily, smacking together loudly as he presses you further into the mattress. Everything about his movements are desperate and impatient, taking you back as you had never seen him like this. You eventually tangle your fingers into his slightly mused hair to pull him off of you, panting loudly as you take in breaths of air.

A low groan rumbles from the back of Chuuya’s throat as he subconsciously moves back down to chase your lips, only to be met with your hand tugging on his hair again and an airy laugh from you. “Chuuya, slow down.”

Chuuya lets out a heavy huff, head falling to rest in the crook of your neck as his hands move up to rub along your sides. “You make it hard, pretty girl– ‘specially with this dress on. God, it drives me crazy knowing you wore this for someone else, s’just not fair,” He groans, fingers dragging down to finally push your dress over your hips to reveal your bare cunt to him. You weren’t wearing a damn thing underneath your dress. Chuuya feels at a loss for words, lips parting and pressing together in attempts to find the words he’s looking for before uttering a soft, “Fuck,” And meeting your gaze. “You’re not wearing anything,” He shakily utters, cock twitching to strain against his pants.

“I kind of forgot to do my laundry last night…” You shrug with a timid grin.

He nearly laughs— it’s just like you to do something like this— but he’s too distracted by the way your hand runs through his hair and legs shamelessly rubbing together to do so, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. He’s quick to decide his next moves at the sight, hands gripping your thighs to spread them open as he shifts himself down the bed to hover between your legs.

There’s a strangled noise that squeaks out from your throat at his impatient movements, cheeks burning when his rough hands press against the insides of your thighs to press your legs against the mattress, leaving yourself on full display for him. “What are you doing?” You slightly squirm beneath him.

“Stop that,” He orders firmly, pressing his hands harder down against your thighs. “I wanna taste you,” He murmurs, lips pressing down just below your belly button before moving down to your drooling cunt, his breath hot on your sensitive skin. If he wasn’t hard before, he certainly was now, grunting at the feeling of his aching length pressed against the mattress.

“You don’t have to do that, Chuuya,” You card a hand through his coppery tresses, tugging them for him to look at you.

Chuuya’s mismatched eyes trail up to meet yours, brows narrowed, face still hovering close to you. “I’m doing this cause I want to, dollface, so quit stalling and let me eat this pretty pussy out,” He huffs, bringing a hand down to spread your slick folds apart with his fingers. “Fuck, Sweetheart, can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this,” He groans, leaning in to place a wet kiss against your core. There’s a deep chuckle that leaves him when your hips jolt faintly under his touch and you bite back a moan. “Filthy girl, you like me kissing on your sloppy cunt like this?” He growls out, lips meet your warm insides again, moving against your labia and dripping entrance lewdly as his tongue slips out to lap up your arousal.

You can’t help but tighten your fingers in his hair, whimpering at the feeling of him making out with your pussy, tongue dragging through your lower lips painfully slow to savor your taste all the while staring up at you intensely through his lashes. “Chuuya…”

Chuuya hums softly against you, parting from your pussy with a soft kiss to your clit. “You taste so fuckin’ good, y’know that, pretty girl? Could’ve been doing this ages ago instead of wasting your time on those other guys,” He sighs, readjusting his arms to wrap around each of your thighs and rest them on his shoulders as he leaned back in to wrap his lips around your throbbing clit. His hips grind subtly into the mattress, desperate to rid of the stiffness in his weeping cock, whining lowly into you.

A gasp slips from your parted lips, hips bucking into him needily. “T-Thought you weren’t interested so I— ah— didn’t say anything. Mm! Shit, that feels really good, Chuuya,” You moan out when he sucks harshly at your sensitive nub, your fingers tangling into his messy hair further as you tug at them.

“Could’ve jus’ asked, doll,” He muffles, detaching his lips briefly to spit a glob of saliva onto your clit, watching it trail down to your entrance before bringing his thumb to swipe it back up to your clit, rubbing it in to mix with your arousal. “Like I’d pass up a gorgeous girl like you,” He trails off, burying himself back into you to plunge his tongue past your tight entrance, smothering your spit slickened nub with his thumb.

Your hips only grind harder against him with each curl of his tongue and rub of his thumb, eyes fluttering shut tightly and lips parting further with each broken moan. It’s difficult to respond or even think much with the stirring pleasure coiled in your lower stomach, the only words falling from your mouth being his name. You can’t even move away from the overwhelming pleasure when your release crashes down on you without warning, his arms locking you against him tightly, lips noisily smacking and slurping up everything you have to offer, his own loud groans reverberating against your pussy as he humps against the mattress with fervor, chasing his own high.

You let out a soft cry when he continues eating you out, rolling your pulsing clit between his teeth and tongue before suckling roughly, attempting to pull another orgasm out of you. “Oh, fuck! Chuuya, please— can’t— fuck, fuck— m’coming again,” You choke between whimpers, pulling roughly at his hair as you mindlessly buck your hips against his face until you’re coming for a second time on his tongue which has his own hips stuttering against the mattress as he comes in his pants.

Chuuya finally pulls himself away, placing a final kiss to your inner thigh before shifting to his knees and climbing back over you to cup the side of your neck and pull you into a needy kiss, the taste of your cum still on his tongue. “Y’pretty when you lose yourself like that, dollface. Had me comin’ in my pants,,” He chuckles breathlessly, trailing kisses down your chin to your neck and then back up to peck your lips. “You okay?” He asks, watching you tremble beneath him.

You give a lazy nod, your eyes meeting him to see his pupils lust-blown, hair wildly messed up, and chin drenched with your slick. One of your hands moves to the side of his face, thumb swiping over his chin to wipe away some of the mess he made with a small smile. “I’m okay,” You whisper, voice a bit raspy. “Are you okay?”

He gives you a lopsided grin, catching his breath, “Yeah, M’fine, sweetheart.” He then moves to lay beside you, tugging your dress all the way off your body to toss aside and pepper kisses along your shoulder, curling up against you. He ignores the dark stain in his slacks, leaving it to be a problem for later as he relaxes.

“Hey… Chuuya,” You call out, head turning to face him, nose bumping against his.

“Yeah, doll?”

“I lied about going on more than the one date tonight, I just wanted to see your reaction,” You admit, watching Chuuya’s face twist into multiple different emotions before settling on a blank look.

“You’re not walking for a week after tonight.”

“Woah! Let’s talk about this, I was just joshin’ you!“

“We’ll see how funny it is when you’re using crutches—“