#Ticklish Yuta

[jasmineoolongtea]

― i like the way you kiss me . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

― the ways in which they kiss you when you aren't actually together yet ₊˚⊹♡

contents: gojo x gn!reader, geto x gn!reader, nanami x gn! reader, choso x gn!reader, megumi x gn!reader, yuji x gn!reader, yuta x gn!reader, headcanons/brief drabbles, slightly suggestive for some of them if you squint a/n: just some headcanons i wanted to write after listening to i like the way you kiss me by artemas plus i needed a short writing break from my risk - megumi fic that i've been working on. hope you guys enjoy this !!!

gojo satoru kisses you like he misses you already despite barely being apart for more than a few hours. it didn't matter to him that he just saw you moments ago. that was nothing more than a trivial fact to him, just like the fact that you two still weren't actually together yet, in the grand scheme of things. why should he be waiting any second longer to feel your touch on him? he was never good at being patient anyways.

"missing me already huh?" you murmur against his lips, his hands securing you against him as he pinned you against the brick wall of the restaurant behind you two.

he scoffs at your comment. "oh shut up." his lips are on yours again in a matter of second. you weren't going to lie, you were enjoying this. to see someone so powerful like gojo satoru yet so susceptible to your presence to the point where he couldn't wait anymore to have your lips against his. with his flushed cheeks and slightly puffy lips, you want to forever immortalise this image of him in your mind. silently, you thanked whatever was out there that he decided to forgo his sunglasses tonight as their absence allowed you to truly appreciate the beauty of his eyes, even being able to notice the tiniest specks of what appeared to be gold in his pupils.

as he tilts his head to the side to better fit his features against yours, you swear you can feel his every breath with how flushed his chest is against yours. you even earn a soft groan from him when your fingers dance across his undercut, taking your time to run your hands through his snowy locks.

you're glad that his eyes are closed right now, getting a ticklish sensation as his long eyelashes kiss the expanses of your cheeks with the slight flutter of his eyes so that he isn't able to notice how the red blush that was once contained on your face has now expanded outwards to the tip of your eyes. he bites at your bottom lip gently, as if asking for permission to go further and you grant his request with a faint gasp of your own.

"noisy, aren't we?"

"oh shut up."

geto suguru kisses you like you're his already. the way he snakes his arms around your waist and presses his lips against yours only makes you sink further into his touch. if he wasn't holding you up right now, you would probably melt into the floor just from his proximity alone. you've been dancing around the issue for a few months now, fleeting touches in a dark room, longing glances across the room. it was all fun and games for both of you, seeing how long you could drag out this game of teasing and temptation until the other had enough. you thought you were doing pretty well. that is, until he decided to show up here again and well, just imagine the feeling of his lips against yours wasn't enough anymore.

you've always wondered what it would feel like to card your hands through his raven tresses and now, with your fingers tangled in up there, you can safely say it was better than you could have ever imagined. if it wasn't you who was the one messing up his hair, he would have some choice words to say about it, but as of right now, that was the least of his concerns. right now, his priority was seeing how long it would take for him to become consumed by his desire for you and it seemed like he wasn't going to last long. not with how you would let out a low whine every time his teeth grazed your lips or with your wandering hands taking this opportunity to explore the expanses of his well-sculpted back.

you feel like you've just had your breath stolen from you with how heavily you were panting against him, your faces flushed with want and kiss-swollen lips as evidence of what had recently transpired between the two of you. neither of you make the move to break apart as he leans down to ask.

"so what does this make us?"

nanami kento kisses you with so much restraint it only incites you to try and break down his defences further. his kisses barely feel like pecks, leaving you to subconsciously chase him for more every time he pulls away. he doesn't dare to try and do more, to push the boundary further. not only are you not technically together yet but also he's afraid. not of you, but rather of what would happen if he let his resolve fall and indulged in his selfish desires for what would be the first time in a long while.

he stops for a moment, his face barely hovering centimetres above from yours as his eyes flicker between your slightly agape mouth and your half-lidded eyes, watching him closely as you try to anticipate his next. he couldn't tell which one was drawing him in more at that moment. his breath hitches momentarily when he feels a soft tug at his tie, your right hand absent-mindedly toying with the edges of it as you place your other hand against his chest as if attempting to brace yourself against him. he couldn't tell but your legs felt like they were about to give out at any second with how every single cell in your body felt electrified with the amount of desire and anxiety coursing through your veins.

silence dragged on for what felt like ages, both of you unmoving in your positions until you muttered under your breath. "kento..." your voice was barely above a whisper but at that moment, it turns out that he was not as strong in his resolve as he thought he was with that being all he needed to dive right into you, fully untethered this time as his lips crashed against yours.

kamo choso kisses you like he's scared that this will be the first and last time he'll ever get to do so. there's so much fear and hesitation in his movements yet at the same time, you can feel the fervour and passion that is pouring out of him with every movement of his lips against you. his hands are hovering around your figure, scared to fully let himself hold you as if he's worried that the moment he makes contact, you're going to snap out of whatever daze you're in and run away from him. you aren't going to do that of course, if only he knew how long you were waiting for this to happen. as you feel the cold of the concrete wall against your back, the two of you part, albeit reluctantly, from each other to catch your breaths.

"..are you sure?" he asks breathlessly. his pupils are blown wide open as his eyes seemingly turn into infinite purple voids, watching your every movement unblinking.

you run your fingers across the back of his neck, toying slightly with some of the loose black strands that were clinging to his skin. he looks pretty like this, you think to yourself. he looks at you so eagerly, so soft and pliable in your hands, as he nervously awaits for your response.

"never been more sure."

fushiguro megumi kisses you like you're the air he breathes. who would have thought someone so famously reserved like megumi had it in him like this? you aren't given long to ponder on that thought as his lips are against yours once again, moving in sync with an imaginary rhythm as you frenziedly grasp at the material of his shirt in a weak attempt to try and ground you against his closeness to you. with every slide of his lips past yours, you're pretty sure that he's simultaneously taking and giving you back your breath which you previously thought would be impossible to do but are now sorely proven wrong.

you're not even a lightweight or anything when it comes to alcohol but you're pretty sure you're drunk on the feeling of him the moment his mouth was on yours. much to your surprise, the spikes that he calls his hair are actually pretty soft as you run your hands through them, a soft tug at the hair beneath your fingers drawing out a barely disguised groan from him. you giggle softly against his lips at his reaction and he silences you with another kiss, not that you were complaining as you ardently respond by tilting your head off to the side slightly to grant him better access to your face. your eyes are closed but you can imagine the half-hearted scowl on his face with how his brows furrow in the way that they always do against your forehead.

even though it was barely minutes ago, your mind is hazy as you try to remember the circumstances that led to this situation right now. it was probably a stupid argument that you guys got into, like the two of you usually do, and somehow that resulted in him wanting to prove his point more unconventionally. you give up on trying to recall the details as you can feel your face start to burn up as one of his hands start to wander down to rest against your hips.

"so," he pants, the heat of his breath is warm against your lips. "does that prove my point?"

itadori yuji kisses you eagerly, trying to savour every single moment of his lips against yours. you could feel the excitement basically pouring out from him with each movement of his lips against you, even eliciting a giggle from him that reverberates against your mouth as your noses bump against each other. it's a messy, disorganised sort of kiss with you being sure this is the third time you've accidentally grazed your teeth against his. fortunately for both of you, you're all way too engrossed and intoxicated on the sensation of the other's lips to care.

every time one of you tries to catch your breath, the other tries to chase your lips as they attempt to recapture that feeling again. as your arms encircle his neck, pulling you close to him, you're pretty sure you can feel him groan quietly against your lips with his hands reaching up to cup your face. with a deep sigh, you sink into his warm embrace, taking the moment to fully breathe him in like your life depended on it.

one of his hands falls from your face and gives a tentative squeeze at your waist to which you gasp quietly. taking this opportunity, he breaks apart from your lips and presses a flurry of kisses across your face which earns him a wide grin from you as you half-heartedly attempt to defend yourself from his sudden kiss attacks.

if you knew that a simple, experimental peck on the cheek could earn you this, maybe you should try to do this more.

okkotsu yuuta kisses you like you're a dream come true. hear him out. he never thought that he would get to experience touch like this ever again in his life, nevermind it coming from you in this manner. to him, you were what sweet dreams were made of, so ethereal, so delicate and so much better than whatever could exist in such a cruel world like this. but once again, defying all his expectations, you were here right in front of him and your lips were on his, faster than in the blink of an eye.

cradling the back of your head with his hands, he leans into the feeling of your lips against his as the two of you move in sync with each other. as if the moment couldn't get better, it was as if your lips were perfectly moulded for his or vice versa. he didn't care which way it was, all this fact did was solidify the thought in his mind that you were sent down onto earth from whatever heavenly plane people like you come from just for him to bask in the presence of.

his eyes are closed for two reasons. one, because he's scared that if he opens his eyes, this will be nothing more than a dream that he has to wake up from and two because he's pretty sure that if he was able to see you in your flushed, kiss dazed glory, he would explode on the spot.

despite being able to tell how badly he's been wanting to kiss you, he doesn't let it overpower him, instead taking the upmost care to make sure that you were still unharmed, treating you as if you were some piece of delicate china that could break at the slightest of wrong moves. while it was nice, you were feeling particularly greedy in that moment. you wanted more.

right as he breaks apart for air, you're already back to pulling him closer than humanly possible at this point by the collar of his shirt and you find that you're rewarded with a soft gasp escaping from him as your lips find each other again, this time with a renewed sense of desire and want.

[xxsabitoxx]

Where JJK Men Are Sensitive

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Yuji, Megumi

Warnings: all characters are 18+, this is a smut headcanon post with various levels of lewd-content lol, proceed with caution... or not, I don't judge. I mean I'm the one who wrote it so...

A/N: tried a different style than how I did this with the Hashira lol. Thank you all for blowing up my "How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0" post! I was and still am absolutely floored with how quickly y'all blew it up!

Satoru Gojo

Satoru doesn’t tell you where he is sensitive because he wants you to figure it out through “exploration”. Given the fact that he is the Satoru Gojo, you jump on the offer to spend hours learning every inch of his body. You make a whole day out of it really, and it goes without saying that your endeavor was very, very successful. Sensitive and ticklish run a very thin line for Satoru and it is a line that is very easily blurred. Your first discovery was that he has a very sensitive neck. Something as small as your hands cupping the back of it was enough to have Satoru shivering in your embrace, whining a little into the kiss. You learned very quickly that one of his greatest weaknesses is your lips on his pulse, leaving faint bruises where you sucked. As your exploration continued, you found that Satoru was very reactive when you touched his chest. More specifically, you hadn’t expected him to moan the way he did when your tongue ran across his nipple by mistake. The noise that escaped him, paired with the visible twitch of his dick was enough for you to take the other between your thumb and pointer finger and pinch. The third discovery was that Satoru has particularly sensitive balls. Yep, that’s right, his fucking balls. You had given him head before, but you had never dared to touch him there since you weren’t sure how he would react. Since this was a “free-for-all” as Satoru put it, you gingerly cupped him and watched the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes were glued to his face as you massaged them, alternating your pressure to see how far you could take it before pleasure pushed the line and turned into pain. Turns out, they are sensitive but durable and well… he doesn’t mind if you’re a bit rough with him from time to time (all the time). 

Suguru Geto

Suguru refuses to let you figure out where he is sensitive until you catch him off guard one night and bind his wrists. Of course he can easily get out of them but he’s interested in indulging you because you look too damn cute when you think you’ve won. You’re pretty upfront with him about what you intend to do, which only makes him a little antsy as your fingers nimbly undo the rest of his clothing while you remain in nothing but his t-shirt. Suguru isn’t quite used to the roles being reversed but he’ll give it a try for you. The first sensitive point on his body that you discover is his ears, and it’s not because of his gauges. You actually avoid his earlobes all together, instead catching him by surprise as you sink your teeth into the shell of his ear. This earns a reaction neither of you expected, a low groan that vibrates his chest as you alternate the pressure of your nibbling before pulling away. Suguru’s cheeks are red now as you continue to explore various points on him, his dick painfully hard and sitting proudly against his abdomen as you work. The next spot is actually his sides, your fingernails scraping them has his body shivering in response. It seems some of Suguru’s sensitivity resides in the most random places, because you didn’t quite envision yourself laughing as you grazed your teeth down his side before biting softly and watching his back arch. By the time you reach his waist, Suguru is red in the face and panting, precum oozing steadily out of his tip and resting on his abdomen. He’s looking at you with blown out pupils, quietly begging you to touch him where it really “matters”, to which you shake your head. Suguru’s thighs are his other weakness, which you kind of figured since he always gets very fidgety when you sit on his lap or grind on it.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is a tough man to break down, but over the years you have located a few of his weak points. One of Nanami’s major weaknesses is his jaw/neck, more specifically when you’re kissing and sucking and biting there. There is something about the sensual drag of your teeth on his skin that has his composure dissolving. You know this of course, so you use it to get your way when Nanami is being a little too stubborn for his own good. This neck sensitivity goes a little further though, something as simple as adjusting his tie or fixing his collar will have Nanami shivering from your touch. You found another weak spot by mistake, turns out Nanami is rather ticklish when it comes to his Stomach. You had been riding him, initially placing your hands behind you on his legs to hold yourself as your hips rose and fell. But your back was getting sore and the angle was starting to get tiring, so you slowed and pushed yourself forward rather than leaning back. The moment your hands made contact with Nanami’s abs, he was gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. You initially thought you had hurt him by pressing down on him, but that worried thought disappeared the moment he gasped out for you to “not move” when you started to pull your hands away. You started paying a little more attention to his stomach shortly after that, just because you enjoyed the way he squirmed and fell apart. Unknown to you still is the fact that Nanami’s nipples are very sensitive. He keeps it hidden because he is utterly mortified by how turned on he gets from it. Even if your hand ghosts over them, even if he’s still fully dressed, the feeling has his face turning a deep shade of red. He knows if you figure this out, you’ll go out of your way to touch him there regardless of where you both are, and he just knows he won’t be able to stop the heat from flooding his face. 

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is pretty damn adamant that he has no “weak spots”. That’s up until your hand rests on the back of his slutty ass, tiny waist and he’s crumbling at the feeling. Something about your fingers on his skin has Toji losing his train of thought, he’ll stop mid-sentence if he feels your hands on his waist. Maybe it’s because of how intimate that one touch is, especially when you’re the one grabbing his waist and he’s not the one grabbing yours. Shiu likes to give Toji a funny look if you do this while in his presence, it’s typically one Toji ignores. To continue this “men with sensitive nipples” agenda I got going on, Toji will be putty in your hands the moment your lips wrap around one of his nipples. He’s utterly shameless when you start sucking and biting his chest, moaning and groaning while his hips buck into the air. You are mindful of how you straddle him solely because you don’t want to give him any sort of relief when you toy with him, hence his restless hips meeting empty air rather than your own. Toji’s rather embarrassed by how sensitive the head of his dick is, especially when you’re giving him head. Even the smallest of touches, the quickest tug, even the gentlest lick, will have his jaw going slack. You’re just as cruel as he is sometimes, deciding to focus all of your attention on the tip of his cock just to watch him struggle to clench his slack-jaw to try and hide his noises. You’ll have him coming in no time at all, making sure to be relentless in your teasing after the fact because he can be just as relentless with you when roles are reversed. A bonus spot is his balls, because why the fuck wouldn’t they be. He’s desperate to keep that one a secret but you are too damn observant to get anything by.

Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna, sensitive? Nah, no fucking way. He is the only man on this list that can confidently say he doesn’t have a single point on his body that will have him crumbling if you touch it. The thing with Sukuna is that he will not let you have enough freedom to roam his body. You are his, but he is not yours. That’s not to say he’ll turn you down if you start sucking and kissing his jaw and neck, the gentle scrape of your teeth certainly do something to ease the tension in his shoulders. But that definitely doesn’t mean those spots are sensitive, nope, not even a little. Sukuna’s hips definitely don’t falter when you grind against his pubic bone while he has you stuffed to the brim with his cock. Oh and he absolutely can’t stand it when your nails rake his shoulders, specifically between his shoulder blades. The king of curses himself has NO weak points, I mean really he doesn’t. There is nothing you can do to get the curse to submit to you, and that’s just the facts. Sukuna definitely doesn’t groan when you do any of these things, he definitely doesn’t utter your name in a deep, warning rumble as you try and fuck with him. And he most definitely does not enjoy when you litter his skin with your own bite marks… just warning ya~

Yuta Okkotsu

Where isn’t this man sensitive? Yuta is pretty embarrassed about how easily he can fall apart under your touch, especially when you are holding his hips while you kiss him. Something about the way your fingers dig into his skin, as if trying to keep him close while he has his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Like he’ll disappear if you let him go, fuck it just get’s him going. Depending on where you are, Yuta will likely have you pinned to the wall the moment he feels your hands desperately clawing at his hips. You found out pretty quickly that Yuta’s hip sensitivity spreads down to his thighs. The moment your back hits the wall, Yuta is shamelessly shoving his leg between your thighs, spreading them for him as his knee hits the wall and his thigh is slotted snuggle against your heat. Yuta’s noises are relentless as your hips grind down on his thigh, the muscles tensing under your movements and only adding to the shared pleasure of it. You realize pretty fast that Yuta enjoys marking you, but that he also enjoys being marked. That goes hand in hand with his numerous sensitive spots. One time you actually bit his shoulder and he swore he could have come, completely untouched, right then and there. You’ll have his eyes nearly crossing if you rake your nails along his back, the stimulation your sex offers him paired with the ticklish/scratchy stimulation of your nails on his skin is enough to have him sobbing. Yuta will absolutely lose his mind if you bite his neck too, he gets off to being covered in your love bites. That being said, Yuta’s dick is just as sensitive, if not more sensitive than the rest of his body. When you first started having sex, you would tease him by saying you need to fuck more often so he can build his tolerance. Not that you mind having multiple short rounds, especially since he makes sure you cum Every. Single. Time. 

Yuji Itadori

Bless this man, he’s so touch starved that it’s impossible for him to not get the chills whenever you touch him. Yuji’s beyond sensitive, especially when it comes to your touch. Some of his most sensitive spots are actually pretty random and sometimes very specific. For example, just below his ear, that spot on your head where your jaw ends and your ear lobe nearly meet. You kissed him there once, a kiss placed among many, but that was the one spot that had him breathing out, begging you to do it again. So you did, kissing intently and sucking a bruise there until Yuji’s fingers were nearly bruising your waist. You learned his body pretty fast, finding that his chest was pretty sensitive as well, earning you pretty noises every time you so much as ran a finger down his sternum. He doesn’t particularly enjoy his nipples being toyed with roughly, that’s one area that’s more painful-sensitive rather than pleasurable-sensitive. But he doesn’t mind if you kiss them or lick them gently. He’s all for massages, especially when you have him on his stomach, your hands kneading the muscular flesh of his back until he’s shamelessly groaning as you work out the tense knots. But nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure your hands brought him when you began massaging the small of his back. It was enough to turn his groans into moans, goosebumps erupting over his flesh as he shivered uncontrollably. You listened to him, following the instructions he cried out for you to not stop, noticing the way he was grinding his hips into the mattress below you. The sight had been so lewd that you couldn’t make yourself stop even if you tried, dying to see how it all played out, dying to see if he’d make himself cum. Yuji adores it when you run your hands all over him, the feathery light, ticklish touches are enough to make his lips buck, cock twitching violently as he waits for you to do more to him. 

Megumi Fushiguro

Oh Megumi…Megumi Megumi Megumi. He takes after his fathers, not willing to admit he has any weak spots but also willing to let you try and find them. Contradictory but either way, you’re eager to know how to make the typically stoic man crumble. It came as a shock when you figured out one of his sensitive points within thirty seconds of climbing into his lap. Megumi’s thighs are very sensitive, even from something as simple as your weight settling on them. It also helps that the heat from your covered sex can be felt through the material of his clothes, your closeness only making it more apparent. You’ll use this information against him later on, especially on nights where you just want to get him worked up. Turns out Megumi’s neck is pretty ticklish, the mix of your soft lips and hair as well as your teeth gently grazing him is intoxicating. Megumi finds himself struggling to stifle his noises as you mark his neck up with as many love bites and bruises as you can before his self restraint runs thin and he gives up on this whole “locate the weak spots” endeavor. Did I mention he takes after his fathers, cause he does. Megumi is mortified by this fact, but his balls are pretty damn sensitive. After an hour of making out and letting you feel him up, you finally reward him for his patience and give him head. He’d rather your sex but he’s too damn worked up to care at the moment, and your mouth is fucking perfect anyways. So, given that he’s let you have more leeway in the last hour than he has during any other of your sexual encounters, you take the liberty of cupping his sac as you wrap your lips around his tip. You nearly choked when he almost immediately spilled into your mouth, the hour of teasing had worked him up more than either of you anticipated and he had no strength left to mentally prepare for you doing something as bold as that. 

[totallybakedcake]

The disguised one

Sometimes a random thought comes to your head " I love Megumi even he is a stupid and annoying brat."

No but seriously how can he be so lovey dovey without even realizing it?

He has a necessity pouch for you, filled with pins, rubber bands, lotion, sunscreen, and even paper soap and wet wipes.

On dates, he always takes a tissue and wipes out anything on your face, and sometimes, when alone, he even licks it off his finger.

Megumi, who likes to go on early walks and leaves you a note on the table with your morning tea and snacks,.

She knows you are a cuddle bear and loves cuddles and kisses. He always gives the best ones and kisses you so lovingly that it makes you forget everything.

Is a good listener. You love to rant or vent about anything and everything, so much so that someone might get annoyed, but he never feels like that. The moment you stop, he speaks up, "I'm listening; it's about that one bitch you were enemies with in school who betrayed you too horribly, but still, you were friends with her, and she just does not realize it, but you were the best friend she ever had."

Megumi, who loves surprising you with kisses and pecks multiple times a day, It's quick, but it still makes you ticklish.

He has these mood swings that are even more bizarre than the ones you get during your periods. Still, you keep up with them because it's fun to tease him about it later.

Megumi, who can sometimes be too blunt and just straight up say rude things, will apologize later.

He isn't afraid to say something like, "You were wrong." or "You talked too much."

Megumi frequently cancels dates. It happens quite often, and you get used to it, but doing pranks like giving him the slient treatment or a crying prank can get him to be in a straight line.

Back with the JJK fluff! Megumi was my 2nd favourite guy in JJK after Yuta ofc. I like Yuta, Megumi and Inumaki more than Gojo but still they are all fun to read about. This is an unedited fic for me to get out of writer's block so please forgive me for any sort of mistakes....

Also the girl betrayed thing happened to me and I randomly thought about it so it is here.

[mystwrites]

A Simple Question

Summary: Gojo asks Yuta a question that’s been on his mind. Yuta should’ve known better than to lie to his mentor

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: Welcome to my fandom list JJK!😁in case y’all don’t know, Yuta is my favorite lil bean🩷

Yuta was curled up under his blankets trying to keep warm while watching the raindrops drip down his window. It was a rather cold, rainy day and he loved watching how each bead dripped down the glass. To him, it was calming. Nothing felt more relaxing than the rain softly tapping at his window in the late afternoon after a long day.

A knock from his door pulled him from his thoughts. As he wondered who it could be, the thought of Panda, Inumaki and Maki asking him to join them for a group training session or going for a sushi run sounded the most likely. Yuta threw his blanket off and scrambled over to the door, getting his feet tangled amidst the struggle to reach the door as another set of knocking began.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Yuta called out, wiggling his legs free and stumbling to the door.

As the third set of knocking happened, Yuta finally opened the door. However, his friends weren’t at the door like he had assumed. Satoru Gojo stood in front of him, smiling and giving the teen a wave.

“Hey Yuta kun!” Gojo greeted.

“Ooh! G-Gojo sensei!! Come in! Ooohhhh no!! Is it cleaning day already?!? I’m so sorry I didn’t clean my room yet!” Yuta panicked, throwing all his dirty clothes into a nearby laundry basket and trying to make his bed as neat as possible.

“Oh don’t worry. Cleaning day isn’t until Friday. You still have a lot of time.” Gojo reassured, waving a hand. “I only came by to check on my favorite distant relative!”

This made Yuta frown. “Y-you told me I was your only relative that you genuinely liked…”

“Well, yes. You’re also my only known relative as of right now so it makes you my favorite by default!”

“R-right…so, what do you need, sensei?”

A smile. There was a smile on Gojo’s face and Yuta grew suspicious. Sure, it wasn’t odd to see Gojo swing by, he did for whatever reason love checking up on Yuta every afternoon but this smile felt different. It felt mischievous. Yuta was always told to fear Gojo’s mischievous smile because it meant shenanigans would ensue.

“G-Gojo sensei…” Yuta stammered, backing up towards his bed. “I don’t like the look you have on your face…”

“I just have a simple question for you.” Gojo replied, chuckling as Yuta sat on his bed and looked at him nervously. “Are you ticklish?”

“Oh no…” Yuta thought, now extremely on edge. “Calm down Yuta! Don’t let Gojo sensei know that you’re deathly ticklish and already got tickled to death by Panda and Inumaki! Keep it together!”

Gojo didn’t fail to see the sudden panic on the teen’s face nor did he mistake the sudden squeak. It was always fun to see how a student would react to his shenanigans and so far, every student lied to him about being ticklish. Those who were said no and the ones who weren’t did one of two things. They either said no and disappointed Gojo by not laughing or decided to be little turds and say yes only to laugh in Gojo’s face when he realized they weren’t ticklish. Gojo was interested to see what Yuta would say. All he knew at that moment was that Yuta’s mind was absolutely racing.

“N-no…I-I’m not ticklish!” Yuta whispered, squeaking as Gojo lifted his blindfold and showed him his eyebrows raising. “R-really! I’m serious! I’m not ticklish!”

Gojo nodded, looking at Yuta and pulling his blindfold back down. The classic “no, I’m not ticklish” was the way he chose to go about answering this question. It was expected and Gojo let out a laugh.

“Oh? Then why are you so jittery?” Gojo asked, watching Yuta look everywhere but at him. “Are you lying to me?”

“N-no! I-I-I’d never lie to you! I-I’m always like this!” Yuta sputtered, deciding it was time to make a break for it. “Y-you know that…OOOH LOOK! A BIRD!!”

“What? There’s no…hey! Don’t run from me!” Gojo gasped, realizing Yuta had created a diversion. “Yuta kun!~”

Darting around Gojo after giving him a distraction, Yuta ran as fast as he could to grab the handle of his door. He shrieked loudly as Gojo playfully grabbed his hips and lifted him up, flipping him so he’s hanging upside down.

“I gotcha!” Gojo growled, laughing as Yuta shrieked once more.

The giggles were immediate much to Gojo’s delight and he playfully spun around, making sure Yuta was laughing himself silly before launching the tickle attack. Gojo spun clockwise and then counter clockwise before spinning clockwise again, enjoying the laughter it caused.

“Wheeeee!!!” Gojo shouted, laughing along with Yuta as he spun around and around. “Wheeeeee!! You having fun yet, Yuta kun? Wheeeeee!!!”

“Aaaahhhh!! Gojo senseeeeiii!!” Yuta cried, laughing as Gojo stopped spinning him. “Ihihi’m…aaahhhhhh put me down!! Ihihi’m gonna fall!! I’m slipping!! I-I’m dihizzy!! AAAAAIIIYYYEEEEEHEEE!!”

Gojo hoisted Yuta back up, holding his thighs tightly so he doesn’t fall to the floor. “I gotcha! You’re not falling on my watch. Now I’ll ask you again, are you ticklish?~”

Yuta shook his head, smiling up at Gojo. That nervous smile was all Gojo needed to know he was lying. “I-I’m not ticklish!” he said, shrieking as Gojo’s hand suddenly clawed at his belly. “Aaahahahahaa!! Noooohohoho!! Aahhahaha!!”

“Ohhh…what do we have here?” Gojo asked, clawing at Yuta’s tummy once more. “I think you lied to me, Yuta kun! You are ticklish! I knew it! You little liar!”

Maki did say Yuta was “painfully” ticklish when Gojo had asked if she’d learned anything interesting about him. Gojo didn’t think it would be to that extent but boy was he wrong! Yuta was definitely ticklish and a screamer who could possibly make Gojo go deaf if the scream was aimed towards his ears. He screamed with each tickle and it gave Gojo so much joy. Much to his happiness, it seemed like Yuta was also having fun.

None of his students were ever this responsive to tickling and none of them tolerated it like Yuta was. Anyone else would’ve kicked, bit, punched and scratched at this point but not Yuta. All Yuta did was take whatever was given. The variety of touches to his sensitive tummy left the kid in stitches, his cheeks pink and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Ihihi’m fahahalling!” Yuta laughed, squealing as Gojo tossed him onto the bed and suddenly held his thighs down with one arm. “Oh no…”

Gojo suddenly shifted his position and started squeezing Yuta’s thighs, nearly deafened by the screaming that resulted. Laughing, Yuta weakly kicked his feet out and pushed at Gojo’s hands, attempting to roll over to no avail. Trapped, all he could do is laugh and laugh until Gojo decides to have mercy on him.

“My goodness! You’re the most ticklish person I know!~” Gojo teased, leaning on Yuta’s legs and tickling up and down his ribs. “Are your ribs ticklish?”

“Nooohoho!! Thehey’re nohohot!!” Yuta argued, squealing and laughing while pushing at Gojo’s hands. “Ihihi’m nohohot tihihicklish!”

“Yes you are!~”

“Nooohohoho Ihihi’m not!!”

“Alright, if you’re not ticklish then, raise your arms up.” Gojo urged, amazed when Yuta raised his arms up. Right as Yuta’s arms straightened, Gojo’s fingers made contact, tickling Yuta until his arms came crashing down and trapped his hands there. “Aaah tktktktktktk!!~”

“G-gehehet outtahahaha my ahaharmpits!!” Yuta shrieked, weakly shoving at Gojo’s wrists.

The laughter that now escaped Yuta was nothing compared to before. Gojo assumed that Yuta’s thighs were his most ticklish spot but his mind was dissuaded now that he has tickled the boy’s armpits. Yuta’s armpits seemed to be worse than his thighs, causing the boy to scream more often. After a few seconds of gentle scribbling and drilling his thumbs into the spot, Gojo stopped, not wanting to kill Yuta.

“You gotta raise them up again.” Gojo said, pulling at his trapped hands. “You’re clamped down on me so tightly I can’t pull back! Raise em up and I won’t tickle your armpits.”

Yuta’s arms rose slightly. Just enough for Gojo to pull his hands free. Once he wiggled his hands out from underneath Yuta’s arms, Gojo gave Yuta a much needed break, allowing the young sorcerer a moment to breathe and regain the much needed oxygen his lungs desired.

“Ahahahaaa!! Ahahaha!!” Yuta gasped, covering his face as Gojo wiggled his fingers in the air. “Oh my god! Wahahait!!”

“Why? Are you ticklish?” Gojo teased, trying to jab Yuta in the ribs.

“Nooohohoho!! Ihihi’m not!!” Yuta squeaked, shoving Gojo’s hands away.

Much to Gojo’s shock, Yuta growled and stuck his tongue out, giggling as he tried to lick Gojo’s hand.

“Are you trying to lick my hands??” Gojo asked, gaining another growl from Yuta. “And now you’re growling at me?!? Ohhh…you’re in for it now!”

Shrieking, Yuta kicked his feet out and shrugged his shoulders up as Gojo started tickling his neck. Much to Gojo’s delight, Yuta’s neck was another sweet spot that elicited all of the sweetest giggles.

“You really are the most ticklish kid I know! You’re more ticklish than Megumi and he’s really ticklish!~” Gojo cooed, raising Yuta’s arms up over his head and pinning them down. “Ready?~”

“Nononono!! Gojo sensei!! NOOOHOHO AHAHAHAHAA!! *snort* OOOHH!!” Yuta gasped, staring at Gojo for a moment before blushing.

Gojo burst into laughter as he let Yuta go momentarily. With his hands free, Yuta covered his bright red face with his hands, whining as Gojo continued to laugh at the unexpected noise that escaped.

“Aww! What a silly snort!~” he exclaimed, tickling Yuta’s armpits and ribs once more. “Wanna snort for me again?~”

“N-no! Nono Ihihi dohohon’t!!” Yuta protested, screaming as Gojo pinched at the soft spot above his hips. “WAHAAHAHAHAA NOOOHOHOHO!!”

The sensations of hands squeezing his sides and spidering up and down his ribs caused three more snorts to escape from Yuta. As a fourth snort escaped upon Gojo raising Yuta’s arms up, the two laughed as Yuta choked out a laugh that got mixed in with a snort.

“SEHEHENSEI!! AHAHAHAA!!! *hiccup* PLEHEHEASE!!” Yuta begged, hiccuping loudly. “IHIHI CAHAHAN’T *snort* BREHEHEATHE!!”

“Are you gonna tell me the truth?~” Gojo questioned, smiling as Yuta nodded.

“YES! *snort* YEHEHES YES YES!! AHAHAHA!! GOJO SEHEHENSEI!!” Yuta wheezed, kicking his feet out. “OKAY!! OKAHAHAY *hiccup* YEHEHES!! YEHEHES IHIHI’M TIHIHICKLISH AHAHAHAA!!”

Gojo paused, releasing Yuta’s hands once again. Yuta covered his face to hide his bright red cheeks and let out a giggly whine. The snorting was probably one of the most embarrassing noises Yuta has ever made and he wanted to just melt into the floor. Squeaking as Gojo poked his forehead, Yuta peeked out from behind his hands.

“I knew it!~” he snickered, giving Yuta’s hair a ruffle. “You are very ticklish, Yuta kun! And you snort when you laugh hard enough!~”

Whining, Yuta used his foot to poke his toe into Gojo’s ribs, eliciting a shriek from the older man. Much to their shock, they stared at one another for a few seconds before Yuta grinned and jabbed Gojo’s ribs with his other foot, giggling like a little gremlin.

Gojo arched away only to get jabbed with Yuta’s other toe, Yuta grinning with a mischievous look of his own. Poking Gojo’s ribs with both toes, Yuta laughed as his mentor jerked back and giggled rather loudly. It was an interesting revelation to say the least and he wished to explore this further.

“Are you ticklish too, Gojo sensei?” Yuta inquired, reaching out to poke his sides again. “Let me…OHH NOHOHO AHAHAHAA!!”

Just as Yuta reached out, Gojo swiftly grabbed his ankles and trapped them between his legs. With Gojo’s thighs trapping Yuta’s feet, it left him wide open for another tickle attack. Immediately, Yuta screamed once more, squirming wildly in hopes of freeing his trapped feet as ten nimble fingers began to descend.

“It seems like you want me to tickle you some more, kiddo!” Gojo smirked, gently skittering his fingers up and down the bottoms of Yuta’s feet. “How ticklish are your feet?”

“NOHOHO!!” Yuta screamed, wheezing in between fits of laughter. “IHIHI WAHAHAHANNA KNOHOHOW IHIHIF YOU’RE TIHIHICKLISH TOOHOHO!! AAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT MY FEHEHEHEET PLEHEHEASE!!”

Gojo gently traced the soles of Yuta’s feet, grinning as the gentlest of strokes sent Yuta into fits of laughter. Cackling loudly, Yuta rolled around from side to side before he suddenly sat upright and tried to hide his feet while pulling at Gojo’s sweatshirt. Laughing, Gojo tickled Yuta’s sides and sent him falling backwards, fingers digging into those deathly ticklish armpits once more.

As Yuta started to laugh so hard he fell silent, Gojo took a good look at Yuta’s face and still saw no signs of a forced smile or wanting Gojo to stop tickling him. Yuta genuinely was enjoying the tickles and must want them to continue.

Reaching back down, Gojo scribbled his fingers against Yuta’s feet before grabbing his thighs and squeezing. The volume of Yuta’s laughter rose again until he was screaming and hiccuping more than laughing. As Gojo skittered his fingers back up to the boy’s armpits, Yuta finally fell into a fit of silent, squeaky laughter.

Hearing Yuta fall silent for more than five seconds was telling Gojo that the kid was at his limits. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut but Gojo didn’t fail to notice the tears of mirth threatening to fall. After the final poke to Yuta’s sides, Gojo released him, laughing as Yuta sat up, hair a mess and his cheeks bright red.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asked, laughing as Yuta looked at him. “You look a little disheveled.

“Yehehes! Ihihi’m okahahay!” Yuta giggled, wiping his eyes before playfully launching himself towards Gojo. “Now let me tickle you!!”

“You can find out if I’m ticklish later, kiddo.” Gojo replied, laughing as he held Yuta back before suddenly standing up with him on his shoulders and playfully dropping him back onto the bed. “I’ll probably have another question ready for you next time around too.”

“Oh no…” Yuta muttered, his eyes wide. “Remind me to not lie and also to be extremely wary of you…”

Laughing, Gojo ruffled Yuta’s already messy hair and gave him a side hug. “Come on, let’s go meet up with the others. I’ll buy you all dinner.”

Not wanting to turn down the opportunity to get a delicious meal on Gojo’s budget, Yuta nodded and ran over to grab his socks and shoes. As they exited the building, Gojo smiled fondly as he watched Yuta excitedly run over to greet Inumaki, Panda and Maki. Yuta was fitting in just fine at Jujutsu High.

[yutahoes]

Caramel

(Part Three)

characters: stripper! Yuta x female! Y/N genre: chaptered, SMUT, fluff, angst word count: 3k words summary: Y/N has everything in her bitter life, not until she meets a sweet-looking stripper. warnings: matured theme, stripper au!, third person POV, alcohol consumption, rusty smut writing, lots of kissing, horny Y/N, breast sucking, fingering, badly written female orgasm, Yuta is down bad, mention of oral - male receiving, some detailed descriptions of Y/N just to prove a point, you can skip or change it to your preference

Part Two

It was bizarre. 

The valet was obviously amused when the familiar car parked and he took the keys from someone else. The staff in the building were evidently startled to see the tenant from the penthouse escorted by a guy in cowboy boots, leather pants, and just a denim vest with no shirt inside. 

Y/N tried to keep her composure to herself as they boarded the elevator with questionable looks. She can easily reason out that she was drunk but when Yuta offered himself, she felt as if she was woken up with a splash of cold water. 

The girl had to admit that she felt warm - bothered, in a certain sexual way - watching him dancing privately for her. When he kneeled in front of her, she badly wanted to trail her fingers on his skin. And when he did let her, she yearned for more. Truly, human beings cannot be easily contented. At least she knew a horny person cannot. 

Once again, she can blame it all on alcohol. But if she was totally drunk, she should have gone home alone. She should have slept alone. Not with someone else. 

Not with this gorgeous man standing in the middle of her receiving area. A man she suddenly wants. So bad. 

“This is an amazing apartment,” Yuta claimed as she handed him a glass of orange juice. “But you said you live the other way.” 

Y/N nodded, sitting on the couch. “That was my parent’s house,” she explained, then put down the half-empty glass on the nearby table. “This is more of my own apartment unit.” 

Yuta gave a hearty laugh before sitting beside her, “Flex.” He put down his glass next to hers and stretched his arm on the headrest of the sofa before sliding to sit closer to her. “Are you still drunk?” 

He was so close that she could smell him. Is it cologne? Why does he smell so good? Maybe she is still drunk - not with alcohol - but with the scent of him. “You said you don’t do extra services?” 

“I don’t,” he was inching closer that his breath felt ticklish against her lips. “Can I kiss you?” 

She could always blame it on alcohol because who in their right mind would suddenly kiss someone because of that question? But this is Yuta. Handsome. Sexy. Sweet-smelling. Intriguing. Yuta. His lips were so soft and minty, with a tinge of sweetness from the orange juice. Sweetly addicting. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she was sold. 

This wasn’t his first rodeo, Yuta had the same experience before but why does this feel utterly different? Her lips were velvety smooth, the taste of alcohol and juice from her tongue making him dizzy with want. In a swift motion, he pulled her to his lap. His arms pulled her closer, not breaking the steamy make out even if he needed air. If this is the way he’ll die, he’ll perish a happy man. She’s intoxicating. It’s making him insane. 

His fingers started undoing the zipper from the back of her dress, letting the front fall. His lips started trailing butterfly kisses from her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, to the exposed skin of her chest. The black lace brassiere only adds to his growing excitement. She is so hot. He’ll probably kill himself if he stops now. 

Y/N’s lips were plump, breathing harshly, as she stared at him with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Fuck, you are insanely hot.” Yuta complimented, “I want you so fucking bad.” 

“My room is that door over there.” He didn’t need any repeated instruction as he carried her up to what she claimed as her room. The bed looked soft specifically when he gently dropped her to the mattress. Slowly, he removed the denim vest while taking in her visuals. Her fucked up look, the haughty expression on her face, and her half-naked state, made him want to thank the Gods for a chance encounter with this woman. 

He started kissing her once again, lightly grinding his body into contact with hers. A soft moan escaped her lips, arousing the blood in his system. Never had he experienced this level of want before. He’s like a mad predator craving for prey. 

He didn’t even have a drop of alcohol tonight but he could taste the whiskey on his tongue with how he kissed her. His fingers started slipping her dress down, kissing each inch of the skin getting exposed. The whimpers came out of her lips, making all the muscles in his body alive. Maybe she anticipated this, Y/N did say that she went on a date. And somehow, Yuta was thankful that it didn’t end well and he had the golden opportunity to snap the front clip of her brassiere. 

She looks exquisite. A Goddess lying in front of him. Yuta might have saved a planet in his past life to land a chance with someone as gorgeous as her. He kissed her neck, trailing to her shoulder. Her fingers tickled his nape, sending goosebumps all over his body. His teeth gently grazed her collarbone which earned a sudden jolt of movement from her. “Did that hurt?” The girl nodded as he placed a soft kiss on the part he gently bit earlier, “Sorry.” 

Inch by inch, he moved down. Kisses getting impatient as he neared her breasts. “Can I?” Y/N nodded. His right hand cupped her firm breast, thumb gently caressing her erect nipple. He pressed fluttering kisses on the left breast, his eyes lingering on her. Y/N was panting hard, her thumb trailing on his cheeks while nodding. A signal he knew he needed. A simple gesture that took away all his inhibitions. Her back arches as he sucked on each nipple in turn, warm tongue softly teasing the erect nubs. 

The whimpers coming out of her lips put his body in its feral state. He wanted more. 

His lips traveled south, open-mouthed kisses on the skin of her abdomen. Yet he needed more. Much much more. 

Yuta’s finger hooked the waistband of her underwear, pressing gentle kisses, but she gently tugged his hair, urging him to look at her. “Don’t,” Her eyes were hazy, lips parted. “Don’t kiss that part.” She whispered in between heavy breaths. The side of his lips curled up. How cute. 

He pushed himself up to kiss her on her lips, nibbling her bottom lip as she arched her body up for what seemed like a contact to his. His hands trailed down: to the side of her breast, then the curve of her waist, down to her thigh. It then went up between her legs to press his middle finger on the wet spot of her underwear. 

Y/N pulled him closer, closing her thighs as she released a moan. “Yuta, please.” He was weak. His mind was already set on the idea of fucking her hard, making her beg for him, calling his name in the most erotic way possible. But the seniors in the club, namely Johnny and Taeyong, would always remind him to never ever have sex with a woman without condoms. That is the golden rule in this profession. 

Honestly, he could disregard that rule. Be his own rules. 

But she’s a successful, well-established woman. She had her whole life laid out in a flowery way in front of her. He cannot ruin her life just because of his mistake. Just because he forgot a fucking condom. 

The man pulled himself up, removing the skin-to-skin contact. “We can’t. I couldn’t.” Her eyes widened in surprise and Yuta had to mentally punch himself for disappointing her. “I shouldn’t have sex with you without condoms,” The girl pursed her lips. “But if you let me touch you, I’ll make sure you’ll be satisfied tonight.” There was a visible hesitance on the girl before she shyly nodded her head. “Words, Y/N.” He urged as his thumb swiped on her bottom lip. 

“Yuta,” she called with a whimper. “Touch me, please.” 

His thumb was quickly replaced with his lips, hand quickly slipping past the waistband of her underwear to cup her nether region. He loved how her body responded to his kisses and touch. She wrapped her hands on his head, lightly tugging his blonde hair. His mouth sucked a spot on her neck as he pushed his middle finger inside her. A strangled moan escaped her lips, her back arching. 

Yuta took a moment to watch her: parted lips whisper silent whimpers as if they’re prayers, body arched, hips grinding against his hand, thighs crossed as if she doesn’t want his hand to leave. And he doesn’t want to. 

The man slipped his pointer finger inside and her body jolted as if electrified, lips whispering pleads. Yuta smirked, thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Another finger was inserted and she held his forearm, pushing her fingernail on his skin that it started to hurt. But the guy never cared less and didn’t stop exploring her insides. The sound of her wetness and heavy panting made the smile on Yuta’s face grow. She's close, he could feel it. 

Her body started shaking, erotic moans escaping her lips, but Yuta increased the pace of his fingers, even alternating fingers to give her immense pleasure. The girl closed her eyes shut, clinging to Yuta’s arm as liquid started spilling out of her vagina. 

Y/N was breathing hard, pulling the blankets up to cover her nakedness. “That was amazing,” she whispered in between labored breaths. “Should I do something for you?” He shook his head, lying beside her in bed. “You definitely should start taking extra services if you’re this great.” Yuta lightly chuckled at that statement, everything coming out of her lips was such a confidence boost. No wonder he’s so attracted to her. “You’ll stay the night, right?” she asked in a sleepy state. 

“I’ll leave early tomorrow.” 

—--

Y/N had always been an early riser. Yet today, she felt like she didn't want to get up. Her head was throbbing badly as she cursed the alcohol she drank. But that wasn’t the only stupid thing she had done last night. Immediately, she sat up and then pulled the blanket to cover her naked breasts. He’s not here. He did leave early. 

A knock on her door startled her. Maybe he’s still here. “Y/N,” But that was clearly Jungwoo’s voice. “If you’re up, there’s hangover soup here.” 

Why is Jungwoo here? And why did he know that she was drunk? Wait, where is Yuta? Did Jungwoo perhaps see Yuta? 

After making herself presentable, she went to her dining area where her stepbrother was. Jungwoo was just smiling at her knowingly and she lightly cursed, he knew. “Your guest said that you drank a lot last night so I ordered soup,” He emphasized the word ‘guest’ with a wide grin. “And I thought you had a bad date last night.” 

Y/N did. And maybe that was the reason why Jungwoo is here. She remembered texting him and of course, just like a real brother, he came here to comfort her. Like every other time. Why the hell did she have to look for other comfort? Surely, last night was purely her fault. 

“Did you have a great night?” 

She took a sip of the soup to hide a smile. Y/N thought it would be blurry, she was pretty hammered last night. But she could clearly feel Yuta’s warm skin against hers, his soft lips, and his sweet smell. The girl bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling at how amazing the experience from last night was. “Clearly, you did,” Jungwoo noted. “He’s pretty handsome.” Y/N nodded, he is. 

Then her eyes widened at that, “You saw him?” 

The guy in front of her stifled a laugh, “He quietly went out of your room and I was sitting here.” He narrated, “I asked who he was and said he was your guest before leaving.” Jungwoo even shared that he was in a hurry and that he looked adorable as if a deer caught in headlights, making Y/N giggle. “He even said he was sorry and left that.” He pointed at something on the table. 

She stood up to check what it was, surprised that there was cash on the table. “He didn’t take it?” 

“Money?” Jungwoo stared at her accusingly, hand on his hip. “You paid him for sex?” 

Y/N was just staring at the cash above the table. Obviously, this was what she gave him last night. Why did he leave it here? Did he dislike the experience? Or is it because nothing really happened? 

Yuta is such a wonder. 

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As soon as Yuta entered the dark strip club, his co-workers were howling at him. He sat on one high chair of the bar before asking Ten for a drink, “What happened with the rich girl?” Johnny teased, earning a glare from the younger guy. “Did you have fun?” 

In one gulp, he finished the whiskey and handed the glass back to the bartender. “Yong, can I borrow money for a cab fee home?” 

The three, his two stripper friends and the bartender, were looking at him in puzzlement. “She’s loaded. What happened?” Ten asked. 

“I didn’t take her money.” 

Taeyong looked startled. “Did her husband find you?” Johnny asked, earning another glare from Yuta. “Nothing happened?” Yuta nodded his head, “Well, you did get her drunk.” 

“It was amazing but,” Yuta trailed off, staring at his fingers. He can still remember how smooth her skin was, how warm she felt under him, her small whimpers, and how addicting she tasted. “I wanted more.” 

“Did she reject you?” Taeyong asked in a worried tone.

Yuta breathed heavily, “I forgot the condom.” The three gave a disappointed whine. “I badly wanted more.”  He mumbled lying his head on the bar table.

The three shook their heads. He looked like a helpless man.

Ten just tapped his shoulder before Johnny handed him a condom, instructing him not to remove it from his pocket while laughing to himself.

Taeyong just shook his head, “The first time is always like that, Yuta.” But Yuta knew that there’s more to it. He knew what they were pointing at, a rookie mistake. But it’s not. He might have done something unforgivable if not for his self-control. “You can’t possibly be in love with her, right?” He shook his head. There’s no way. He only conversed with her twice, for crying out loud. He cannot fall in love that easily. He’s not that crazy.  

“In our line of work, you cannot fall in love with her.” 

Taeyong had always been the older brother Yuta didn’t have. He always knew what to correctly say, at all times. And he’s probably right. They were right. This is a rookie mistake, the result of not taking extra services. Now that he was presented with an opportunity, he just blew it. Maybe he felt guilty that she was willing to spend so much for him and he could not give her the equivalent pleasure. 

Just like when he was young and playing soccer, he’ll probably get the hang of it with practice. 

It has been months since he first started working in the club. Taeyong and Johnny were both superstars, the well-known ones who kept the club working on its feet. Although he’s slowly getting traction for his private dances, Yuta had never once imagined that he’d take the same path as his friends. It’s nothing personal. Maybe it’s just preference.

Or it’s probably from the fact that he would observe the two, with gorgeous faces and amazing bodies, then compare them to himself. He’s confident with his dancing skills but not with his body. 

Yuta now believes that words can be very powerful. As he watched himself in front of the full-body mirror, he realized Y/N was right. He looks fine. His mother would often gush at how good-looking his son was. And Y/N claimed she would pay a million for his handsome face. So why is he feeling so inferior to the other guys? His body looks fine. Not as muscular as Johnny’s but he’s bulkier than Taeyong. Why is he so insecure about it? 

Maybe it’s not bad to get paid for extra services. He can do it, right? 

Yuta has his own rules. First, the golden rule: No condoms, no sex. Second, they could only touch him with his permission. Third, and the most important of all, no kissing. It’s nothing personal, he kept convincing himself. But Ten proves otherwise when he keeps offering other drinks from his usual whiskey and orange juice.  

It’s been weeks and the money, as well as clients, kept flowing. He even had a regular who only wants to suck him and he would let her. She’s paying for that service. And to force himself to cum early, his mind would be elsewhere. To someone else, specifically. 

All the clients are faceless, it was the technique Johnny had shared when he wanted to get the job done. But all he could think about is the cherry red lips wrapped around his cock, head bobbing that the shiny hair sparkled under the lights, big round eyes begging him for more. Whatever color the underwear was, he would always imagine the black sheer lace quality fabric underwear. The smooth skin against his fingertips and the lovely moans. The way his name rolled erotically against her tongue. The sickening sweet smell of high-end perfume. 

And the taste of whiskey and orange juice. From her tongue. 

How is she? He wondered. Does she also think about him? 

Yuta chuckled to himself, shaking his head. That would be highly impossible. 

Part Four

[quinnyundertow]

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader 18+ NSFW

First Cunnilingus & First Blowjob

All characters are 18+

Excerpt from “When I Catch you Gege” Chapter 36

You gaze at each other for a long moment imperceptibly bridging the gap between you until your lips are on each other once again. It’s clumsy and bumbling but sweet and impassioned. His lips break away from yours long enough to kiss up the side of your jaw. You can’t help but giggle when he kisses a particularly ticklish spot near your neck. He’s quietly laughing along with you, his actions playful and needy. He sucks on your neck just under your jawline and a lust filled cry is pulled from your throat.

Thighs clenching you can feel yourself grow damper with every teasing action he takes. Your fingernails rake gently up the back of his neck and into his hair. The action draws a shiver from him and a low groan. You retreat much to his dismay, but it’s only for a moment as your hands go to the bottom of the sweatshirt you are borrowing. Yuta’s eyes widen slightly in anticipation as your fingers curl around the fabric and begin to pull it up. Pausing right before your breasts are revealed you playfully ask your starstruck partner, “Do you want to continue?”

Yuta can’t help but nod in a way that’s adorably over eager. His own interest is very apparent by the hardon in his sweatpants. “If that’s okay with-” the rest of his sentence dissolves into a hiss of air as you pull the sweatshirt over your head. The chilly air surrounding you makes your flesh tighten and your nipples harden. You toss the sweatshirt to the floor a little apprehensive as to what his reaction will be.

He’s just absorbing you like he’s trying to ingrain your every dip and curve into his brain permanently. You can’t help but flush under such a reverent gaze, your arms going to cover yourself in trepidation. This action spurs his own movement. Taking your hands in his gently he pulls them to him, kissing the palms of both. His eyes continue to drink you in, “How can someone be so perfect.”

He sounds a little breathless when he says it and you can’t help but laugh incredulously “I’m far from perfect.”

He meets your eyes for a moment and the desire burning there takes you aback, “You are my vision of perfection.”

His words are so honeyed you want to reject them but there’s such fervor in his voice you know he believes it to be as he says. Yuta’s soft lips leave a heated trail up your arms. His hands tracing softly down your back and sides making these seemingly mundane areas into new erogenous zones. You clench your thighs, your core throbbing with want. You are trying to be patient; you want to let him explore you at his own pace.

The breath is snatched from your throat, by a jarring surprise, as a sudden wet heat engulfs your breast. A gasping sound leaves you as he suckles you gently in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the sensitive bud of your nipple and pressing against it in a way that makes you jerk with arousal. You can’t help the obscene moan that escapes you when his teeth gently scrape your nipple as he releases you with an audible pop.

Yuta’s hands are on your ass and he’s pulling you to straddle his lap. His mouth is already descending on your other neglected peak, the bud of your first suckled tit hardens almost to the point of pain in the cold air. It’s clear he’s been paying attention to the noises you make by the way he treats your second boob. He’s repeating all the actions that dragged moans from your lips. His hands kneading your ass on his lap. You want to pleasure him too but he’s overwhelming you with attentiveness and you can’t bring yourself to stop him. “Yuutaa.” You’re gasping his name out while your fingers get lost in his raven locks.

He gives a particularly hard suck that has you seeing stars then pulls off long enough to say, “Again, say my name again.”

You shiver with anticipation, unable to deny him as his hands are running lightly up your thighs, his mouth back on your first breast, the bud turning a darker shade from his ministrations. You shakily let out his name and he moans around your flesh in response. “Y-Yuta, I-I can't, it's too much.” You beg him for something, what you are not even sure of. Your cries do nothing as he is clearly content to lave your chest for hours.

It isn’t until your hand goes for his sweatpants band that he releases your chest. He captures your hand swiftly and with no effort at all both of your wrists are held by one of his larger hands behind your back. “I want to make you feel good too.” You whimper as he manipulates you to standing on your knees.

He’s kissing your thighs lovingly and you're reminded of the game of truth or dare you played what seemed like ages ago. His voice is husky and deep with desire when he murmurs, “Trust me this is making me feel good.” He releases your wrists only to spread your thighs enough for his hands to manipulate the flesh there softly. You're so turned on at this point you can’t even see straight. Embarrassingly you can feel a drop of your arousal running down your thigh.

You can’t help but blush scarlet as with no hesitation he licks the trail it left up to your aching cunt. He pulls back just before reaching it only to admire your slick folds. You whimper as the heat of his breath caresses the outside of your labia.

“She’s so cute.” He mumbles leaning in and kissing you right on top of your clit. You squeal and place your hands over your mouth to try and keep quiet. His tongue is dancing all over your sex. Trying different motions and speeds, soft sucks and rougher thrusting. You're practically crying in pleasure, your thighs shaking as his tongue finds a steady rhythm that has you seeing heaven. His name becomes your mantra as your hands delve into his hair. Pushing him closer and trying to pull him back when you become over stimulated. Your legs are quivering uncontrollably as he holds you to his lips, his tongue now pushing against and under your clitorial hood. You don’t have time to warn him before you’re bucking against him an intense orgasm making you writhe and whimper, “Oh god Yuta, oh god.”

When you push him away this time he obliges. His mouth is shiny with your arousal, his eyes half lidded. Yuta’s face, a textbook example of what a pussy drunk man looks like. He’s giving you this small smile as you practically collapse into him totally wiped from your orgasm. He’s holding you while scooting back in bed. He’s still fully in his pajamas while you are totally debauched on top of him. As you try to regain your composure and teach your legs to go back to listening to basic commands you murmur, “Yuta, what the fuck was that.

He can’t help but laugh out loud at that. He leans down and kisses your sweaty forehead lightly. When he doesn’t respond other than to hum in acknowledgment you reference the truth or dare game, “I guess all those cunnlingus videos paid off..” The hand you have on his chest roams downwards. You find the light body hair of his happy trail and let your nails run over it. His breath catches as you go under his waistband. You’re not stopping until you feel his hard length in your hands.

His eyes clench shut as he lets out a hissing noise between his teeth. “You don’t have to ..” you’re not about to let him finish that sentence. You’re straddling his legs before he can say anything else and are pulling his sweatpants down enough so that his hard on is released. His pretty uncircumcised cock bobs up, the tip an angry red with beads of precum running down it. You lean forward and kiss the head while running a hand down his shaft. He’s average in size and it suits him beautifully. You stroke him to the base, tightening your hand just enough to vary the pressure, the sensations causing his thighs to tighten beneath you.

You give his tip a few experimental licks, his body shivers as he moans out your name. When you stroke one particular spot on the underside of his head his hips buck harshly as he gasps. You are addicted to how responsive he is and make sure to pay special attention to that area.

As your mouth gives his aching cock the attention it deserves, your hands move to rake your nails lightly down his thighs and pelvis. It doesn’t take long for him to be panting and whining. His head is thrown back, a sheen of sweat visible as his hands fist his covers. He’s the perfect size to deep throat not so long as to bruise you when trying to fit him in to his base. Without any warning your hot mouth covers the head of his cock completely. He’s letting out these adorable panting, Hah, hah, noises; as if that will help him last longer.

Your tongue flicks against the bottom side of his dick, running along a pulsing vein. You can’t help but watch his face while he writhes. His mouth is opened partially as gasps and sobs of ecstasy escape. You bob on his cock taking in a little more each time. His hazy eyes meet yours and you decide to devour him all the way to his base. Your nose nestles in his pubic hair as his eyes roll back into his head; he is totally overwhelmed with this intense reality.

This was nothing like using his hand. He didn’t know how he could go back after this. His tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow; the walls of your throat massaging him. You hum lightly the sound vibrating and providing a new sensation, “F-fuck Y/N, I think oh God.” You feel his member pulse and his pelvis tighten as he orgasms hard. Spurt after spurt of cum coats your throat as you try and swallow it all but you're surprised at just how much there is. Before he’s done it seeps around your lips making a messy pool of drool and cum slide down your chin and onto your chest.

As he tries to come down from his high you grace him with a few more kitten licks to the spot he seems to favor. The light caressing contact forces him to cry out and jerk from overstimulation. His face scrunched up in pleasure and ecstasy. Deciding to let him indulge in the orgasms afterglow you kissed his cock one last time before tucking him back into his sweatpants.

Yuta’s eyes are on you with reverence as if he found his new religion. He holds his hand out to you and pulls you towards him so you’re laying halfway under him. He leans into your gravity, his forehead touching your own and his nose nuzzling against yours. “Thank you.”

He utters this just loud enough for you to barely hear and you can’t help but laugh. “You're such a dork.”

Yuta reaches towards his desk to pull out some wet wipes and he gently cleans you off with a satisfied smile on his face. “As long as I get to be your dork.”

Once he’s cleaned you off and you’ve shared several slow paced kisses. You find yourself drowsing off to sleep, your head on his chest

[chosok-amo]

WELCOME HOME: ITADORI YUJI, YUTA OKKOTSU

your feet move faster each second passing by because of the nervousness. until the door swings open and a soft muffled sound can be heard— become clear after a few moments. they don't get much of a chance to react before their body get slammed by love, by you.

content warning: just nothing but fluff! spoiler alert! mentioned of death.

requested by @kissyhalik

again, I'm not doing my best with this one but it is still enjoyable

countless nights and days, you start to lose count at three and can no longer remember where the last one you're at— now maybe you're at ten, or seven, maybe twenty, you're not sure. missing your two lovers makes your head fuzzy and the tip of your finger becomes numb because losing touch of your boyfriends, the scents won't linger in the room for more days leaving you anxious. their sweater doesn't feel warmth anymore, even the smell feels like dust and sun more than theirs.

sitting there in bed you start to become eager to feel their skin on your body— warmth and comfort. your feet move faster each second passing by because of the nervousness. until the door swings open and a soft muffled sound can be heard— become clear after a few moments. they don't get much of a chance to react before their body get slammed by love, by you. a little laugh leaves the pink-haired boy after he takes a moment to realize. while the other standing there looking at you with fondness in his black eyes. his hand holding your waist, prevent you from pulling away, his actions got mirrored by your other boyfriend.

“easy there,” the other one, softly spoke.

“you miss us, princess?”

kisses by kisses touch their face, leaving a ticklish stain on their skin. you can't stop yourself, the feeling of missing them is too unbearable. they spend too many days on a mission leaving you alone to wonder when they're going to come home, to you. and the knowledge of them trying to kill each other doesn't ease you even e bit. a fit of giggles filled the room as you kept on going— refusing to surrender.

your hands find their way to the two boys' waist, pull them closer and hug them tightly to the point they're forced to pick you up and bring you to the bed, laying there— sandwiching your body between the large two frames after they strip from their uniforms, leave with nothing but their black boxer— yuji by your right and yuta on the other side. “i miss you,” you whispered and kissed the black-haired boy, locking your hands behind his neck. lips softly touched yours, moving slowly with a romantic rhythm. “i miss you too, baby,” he held your cheeks, titling your head before sticking his tongue a little and you followed, mimicking his actions. tongue touched before he deepened the kiss. his hands wrapped around your waist and at the same time, yuji's hands wrapped around your waist also from behind.

their tangled with your bare one. yuji tufted down the string of your tank top— trying to get more comfortable kissing your neck and shoulder. yuta's tongue swirls and intertwines with yours before he pulls away for him to leave a soft peck on your lips. a giggle could be heard when yuji bites your neck in tiny craving your attention as much as yuta does. so you turn to face him, meeting with his clouded eyes. “give me a kiss too,” he pouted. he put his half body in the air with one hand to keep him steady. you smile, “come here baby,” you chuckle. you grab him by the neck gently before pressing your lips onto his. he parrots your moves and pulls you closer with hands holding your cheek. your hands roam around his bare chest, hungry to feel his hard abs on your palm.

you can feel yuta put his hands inside your tanktop, seeming eager to feel your warmth on his skin. soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, giving you a bite in tiny. “always smells so good,” he mumbled on your skin. yuji tilted his head before sneaking his tongue inside your mouth, touching your teeth before finding its way to your tongue. his thumb softly caresses your cheek before running his hands down to your chest, squeezing your boobs in gentle. he sucking on your tongue, leaving you all giddy and numb. your hands run to his soft pink locks before tug it in gentle. a soft moan could be heard.

he pulls away, hot breath touches your face as he looks at you with eyes half open. he licks your swollen lips before giving you a few tiny pecks while giggling in the process. “welcome home, baby,” you whispered in his lips, kissing it for a few seconds before pulling away, also leaving a kiss on yuta's forehead. “i'm home with you,” he too, whispered. you stay like that for a while, looking at each other, just admiring and drown in each other comfort and warmth.

you feel content, now the room has started to filled with their scents, something you've been longing for, for a while. “god, i miss you so much, do you know how hard it is for me to be away from you doing all that stupid mission?” he brooded. eyes rolled and a heavy sight showed his annoyedness. “i miss you too, i don't think I could go on another day without you, especially after i found out from megumi that you tried to kill each other,” you said, briefly looking at yuta. the special grade sorcerer cried, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

his arms make a half circle around your waist before he pulls you closer until your back touches his board chest. he again makes a trace of his in your skin— kissing your shoulder softly. “you took ‘awake from the dead’ too seriously yuji,” you pinch his cheek. he takes your hands to give your palm a kiss before holding it, place your hands close to his heart.

“it's not my fault, yuta the one who's trying to kill me— well, he did kill me tho,” he grimaces. his brown eyes showing yuta reflection that keeps on hiding himself on your neck before looking at you. “you almost kill me too—” yuta, finally, he bring his face to look at you— a tinted of feeling offended shows on his face. “baby, he throws a car at me, a goddamn car—” he spoke, exaggerated each word before looking at you and yuji alternately. “what are you? a fucking hulk?” he asked and you laughed.

the sukuna's vessel pouted his lips, unhappy with the way yuta called him. “you're just mean,” he ended up saying, don't know what to say anymore. a heavy sigh can be heard from yuta. “i told you I'm sorry, i had to kill you, okay? the higher-ups—” before yuta got the chance to finish his sentence yuji already waving his hand, dismissed the boy from continuing. “yeah, yeah, I get it,” he said nonchalantly.

“wish i didn't bring you back to life,” yuta sigh.

“hey!”

again, you laugh. you miss your boyfriends too much and seeing them bickering with each other feels like bringing you back to life. just like that the three of you stay in bed all day, skin touch to each other, sharing kisses here and there, desperate to fill each other's soul.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Ler!Yuta x gn!reader

@nervousswitch Take this as a token of my gratitude for being the best lil sis ever, or just 'cause I like to torment you<3

Watched this movie solely for this moment, prob the only jjk fic I'll make lmaoo

It's so short I'm sorry, but I still hope you like it

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Yuta x gn!reader (interpret how you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Yuta

Warnings: Tickles! Idk what zoned out ass state I was in I don't even know what I wrote lmaooo

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How can a sweet, gentle soul be so scary? That thought rang in your head as you made a mad dash to your bedroom. Running from Yuta Okkotsu of all people, yet it was all so flustering still. It all started with a simple self-deprecating joke, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. Yuta didn’t like it one bit, and when you kept pushing, he declared that “I’ll tickle you so much, you won’t be able to think anymore negative thoughts”, and so, you ran for your life. Not sure why, the thought of his fingers attacking your sensitive spots was enough to turn your brain to mush. Which is why you couldn’t react on time when he slithered his way in, leaving you with nowhere to go.

“Looks like I’ve caught you~” he chimed, slowly creeping closer and closer. Your poor legs tripped from nervousness, or is it excitement? Causing you to fall straight across the bed.

“Haha, seems like someone’s excited~” he cooed as he loomed over you, his fingers delicately falling on top of your knees. Your legs instantly jerked away, but he had a firm grip on you, firm yet gentle. The air started to feel warm, knowing you were trapped to endure whatever he had in mind. He looked down at you with the sweetest of smiles, making your body relax involuntarily. Oh what a mistake it was. Suddenly feeling his hands squeezing at both kneecaps simultaneously forced bouts of laughter out of your throat.

“Aww! You’re always so adorably ticklish. I could listen to you laugh forever, just need to keep squeezing riiiight here~” he teased, circling the spot before going back to relentless squeezes. It was enough to drive you up the wall, or mattress in this case. The way he laughed along with you made the whole ordeal even more embarrassing. Why was he so damn cute, yet so evil for tormenting such a sensitive spot. Yet it was all to make you feel happy.

His fingers then creeped under your knees, blunt nails lightly scribbling the spot. Yuta could feel his own cheeks flushing at the sight of you throwing your head back in glee. Didn’t matter how teasy he got, in the end he was still a sweetheart.

“Hey, hey” he called out, poking at your side with each word. “Still having fun, I hope” he looked so sweet and genuine, which was worse for you. Could your face get any redder? Anything is possible when Yuta’s around.

Once you seemed a bit out of breath, his fingers slowed down, opting to give light, ticklish caresses up and down your sides. Not enough to make you giggle, but just enough to keep that beautiful smile visible. You could fall asleep right there and then with how soft the atmosphere felt. As if he could read your mind, Yuta layed alongside you. Wrapping you in a tight yet comfortable embrace, pressing your chests together. His fingertips lightly tracing along your back, smiling whenever you let out a little giggle.

“We should do this more often” he whispered near your ear. Good luck getting rid of that blush now. Not like you’re against the idea.

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[demigodickrider]

indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [3/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains SMUT, reader is a virgin, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

Yuta rolls his eyes playfully at you, large hands toying with the hem of your shirt. It was unnatural just how touch-starved he was; the relentless need to touch you, any part of you, imprinted into the deepest parts of his soul somewhere. "So, do you want to continue?"

"Continue what?"

"Like, if you wanna fuck.. or something..."

"Huh?!" Now its your turn to be continuously shocked.

"O-Only if you want to!" Yuta insists, clamping a hand over his nose and lips out of embarrassment followed by his classic shy gaze to the side. He turns a shade of red you have never imagined anyone could turn to, but Okkotsu Yuta had always defied the impossible.

You've already lost your first kiss to the floor while being chased down by the same man you just made out with.

So would it truly hurt to just fuck him?

No, it wouldn't.

It wouldn't at all.

His eyes watch your every move. He has a bad habit of staring at people, you note. You pry the calloused fingers off his face and capture his lips in another kiss, this time sensual and passionate.

"Are you sure?" He asks, just before he returns the kiss.

"Stop talking and just fuck me already."

"Will do, ma'am." He teases, sealing your protests with his lips.

Yuta wastes no time in helping you discard your top off, trailing butterfly kisses from your mouth and down your neck. Strong arms rest on either side of your body, hands large than yours clasping over the back and holding you down. His kisses now felt ticklish and feverish, each leaving a scorch on your skin akin to summer heat.

Heat pools between your thighs. You weakly tug at his collar to let him know that you want to see him; just as he had showed off before. Yuta ends the butterfly trail at your sternum, right above your breasts. He stands upright and grins wickedly at you.

"So eager to see me?"

"Shut up, you were the one eager enough to strip for me."

"Mhm," Yuta grips the back collar and pulls it off of him, greeting you with an all-too familiar sight for your eyes to feast on. You can't help but stare at his torso. No one would know that such a strong build was lying beneath the soft material of your sweater. The uniform he had on earlier did nothing for his form as it covered everything your eyes had glory to rest on now. Your fingers yearn for contact; they ghost across thickened skin, hardened with muscle from years of training and killing. "I bet you enjoyed the show, didn't you? Since you sided with me because of my body."

"Don't listen to Maki!"

He giggles, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You huff, but the sight of him leaning into your touch has you feeling all-forgiving.

"Sorry. Good thing nudity is allowed here."

You were about to protest yet again but he dampens your voice with the palm of his hand. With his other, he unclasps your bra and pushes the strap off each shoulder, leaving a kiss on them as he did.

"W-Wait..."

Yuta ignores your pleads this time, resuming the trail of kisses down to your breasts. Your body instinctively arches up when he plays with the buds on your right breast, watching how it hardens in the cold. He latches onto your left breast next, his hot tongue swirling around the swollen areola and flicking it upwards. Pleasure strummed through your body and you grabbed both his wrists to steady yourself. Soft moans leave your lips as Yuta's tongue works wonders, his other hand nipping the bud playfully.

"Oh, fuck." You wrap your legs around his waist, caging him to you. With your bodies pressed against each other you could feel the dig of his crotch on your clothed half. Not wanting to lose the battle, you started to rut your hips in tandem with his suckling on your breasts, an awkward position to be in but it worked given the heavy groans you were receiving from the man. "Oh, Yuta..."

Yuta hums, switching to your other breast. "Must I give this one some attention too?" He pinches the nub in his hand and licks it.

"Mhm..."

"Hm?"

"P-Please." You were in too deep to really formulate anything.

He's pleased with your answer and continues to suck on it, earning a damn near pornographic moan from you.

The tension hung heavy in the air, once-clear windows fogging up from the heat you were both sharing. One moan after another, he drank up the breathy praises, doing his absolute best to please you. "So good, please don't stop..." Not that he ever would. The taste of your skin was addicting to him, and he worshiped your body in ways words never could, pouring every inch of love he had in him to the way he pleasured you. His hands grab at every patch of skin he could cover, running them up and down your body, over and over again in a routine only he knows. Yuta meets your lips in another fiery kiss, fingers dancing ever-so-lightly over the waistband of your pajama shorts, as if waiting for your permission.

You deepen the kiss, a hand shifting through the soft tufts of his black hair and another resting on his broad shoulder. You swipe your tongue on his lower lip and he gives in, opening up, your tongue breaking through and exploring his mouth. His skin shivers to this, reacting sensitively even to the lightest of touches. He tastes of mild peppermint and a tad of coffee from the one you had given to him earlier. He folds into your play, hands finally slipping past the waistband and pulling your pants down. He's attentive as his large hands glide down your body, feeling the stretch marks on your hips and thighs; every inch of you a different texture that he liked.

He whines cutely when your lips leave his to steady your breath. "I can't do this, I need to taste you. I'll die if I don't."

"No one's stopping you, big boy."

The words went straight to his dick, already leaking with precum and uncomfortably tight in his pants. But he'll gladly cast his orgasm aside just for you to feel fully satisfied by him, being the gentleman that he is. He gives you a light peck and make quick work of your underwear, pulling it by the teeth and shoving them down to your ankles. He then pries your thighs further apart, catching sight of your glistening folds, already wet with arousal from earlier.

"Y-Yuta, don't stare like that." You attempt to close your thighs together. He shushes you, keeping them open.

His curiosity gets the better of him when his index finger traces down and up on your exposed cunt agonizingly slow, your body twitching in response to it. Your breaths turn shallow; airy and needy with every stroke he gives it. Yuta studies how your chest heaves every time his finger ghosts over your clit, and the slight tremor from your legs.

"Ever been eaten out before?"

"N-No. Why?"

"No reason."

"W-Wait.. you're not s-supposed to-!"

Your moans fill the apartment when he goes down on you. A starved man with a five-course meal ready at his service, tongue lapping up your juices. You're no longer sitting up now, your back against the cold surface with your thighs pressed on your chest. Your legs hang over his shoulders and Yuta grunts at the taste of you; nothing could ever live up to this. His guilty indulgence continues its ravage on your sweet cunt, the fingers in his hair tugging at its roots only egging him on as he devours you. Your clit begs for mercy from his sucking, swollen and red yet the pleasure comes in waves. Goosebumps prickle your skin, this time from a good cause. Tears threaten to spill from just how good he was eating you out, especially when his tongue starts entering you. Warm and languid, he pushes into your hole as far as he could with a finger rubbing on your clit.

"Oh- fuck, that feels so good, Yuta- please..."

His name on your lips was a devout prayer to him. In the moonlight, his eyes hint a shade of blue, fluttering open to watch you. Your head is tossed back, sweat beading across your forehead and your neck, hands no longer have the energy to grip his soft hair when he's propelling you fast towards your first orgasm. His fingers work magic on the tiny bud on your cunt, the little bundles of nerves jerking together once you feel the pressure reach a breaking point.

"W-Wait, feel funny like- mgh, like its-"

Orgasm rips through you hard and blindingly white; with the only indicator of it ever happening being the strangled sob that left your dry lips. Your body convulses, arching up and tensing, tears leaving the crevices of your eyelids. His tongue leaves you only when the trembling subsides. Yuta admires how cute your clit spasms from the overstimulation. Slick covers your cunt and inner thigh.

"Feel good?" Eyes heavy with lust search your face for signs of discomfort, relieved when you mumble a weak yes. He picks you up, cradling you in his arms, "Wanna taste yourself?"

You manage a single nod. Your lips meet in a slow kiss, tongue delving into each other's mouths again. There's a tinge of sweetness on him that wasn't there previously. The orgasm had left your eyes hazy and your mind in a fuzz; all you could really feel was the primal urge to just fuck him. Your body groans in misery from how empty you felt without him. Your free hand tugs on the band of his pants impatiently. He lets go of you, a string of saliva interconnected. He fumbles with his pants and throws it somewhere behind him. He’s left in his boxers and a visible bulge.

He’s beyond needy when you palm his entrapped cock.

"Yuta..." And you're begging for it too.

"I know, I know. So eager for me." He kisses the tips of your fingers and undresses himself, freeing his dick from the confines of his tight boxers. It springs up, lathered in his own precum, upright and demanding attention. It's just as pretty as you imagined, as beautiful as the man himself. "Do you want me to put it in you yet?"

"C-Can I try... uh..."

"Oh," He realizes with a smile, "You wanna have a taste?"

Your head bobs with determination. You've never had sex before, let alone given someone a sex-job of any kind. His right hand pumps on his length. He could easily be seven inches long, and you doubt that it's all he had to offer. Yuta pats your thigh, "You sure?"

"I've never given a blowjob before." You admitted.

"That's okay. I'll teach you."

With the assistance of his arms around you, you stood. He's taller than you by a few centimeters. You've watched enough porn to know that you'd have to kneel down to reach his height, but waited for his orders nonetheless. He puts both hands on your shoulders and pushes you down on your knees, as expected, before placing a thumb on your lips. "Open wide. And try to keep your teeth away."

You did as you're told, opening your mouth up.

"Pinch me hard if it hurts." You agree to the terms and Yuta takes a deep breath, sliding his dick into your mouth. It's warm and comforting, the image of it going down a forever memory. Just as you expected, he's bigger than what you've normally seen; you keep your teeth away and suck in a breath when it glides in, only choking a little when it hits the back of your throat. He stifled a moan, patting your head as a way to tell you that you're taking him well. "Oh fuck," It's odd to see him so tearful, "Your mouth's so.. ah.. warm."

Doe eyes stare up at him, waiting for a move.

"Y-Yeah," He swallows, "You can move now."

With closed eyes you start to bob your head at a slow pace, testing the waters first. The hand on your head forms into a gripping fist, the other holding onto the counter edge for stability. Yuta's breathing heavily, trying his best to stay still for you. Now that you've orally memorized his length, you started to speed up at a constant space, letting your right hand rest on his thigh and the other pumping him up. The entirety of him wouldn't fit you just yet. For some reason, the sounds he’s making  caused your cunt to throb even deeper with need.

"Slow down.. Hah..." His voice is raw and deep.

You could feel him harden inside. You suck in your cheeks as much as you could, vacuuming all space for a tighter hold on his dick.

"O-Oh, fuck.. fuck..." This has him hunching over, and panting like the bitch in heat he is, "I-Is this really your first.. ah.. time..?"

You swirl your tongue up to the tip and free his dick with a pop. The absence of his cock left your throat scratchy and your voice similar to sandpaper. You drag your tongue up from the base, following a protruding vein. Yuta whimpers at the sensation pathetically, wanting more albeit also wanting you to be in control. The momentum of his orgasm came crashing down.

"Do I really suck dick that good?"

You attempt to blow the strands of hair sticking to your face.

Tender fingers rake the strands away in a voiceless reply, tucking them behind your ear. Rather, he picks you up for the umpteenth time that day, letting your legs wrap around him once more- and sets you back down on the sofa. The sofa dips down when he kneels on the edge, forcing your thighs apart for the second time. He puts his middle and ring finger in his mouth, coating them in his saliva all while looking at you. Something changed in the way he looked at you.

A tad bit deranged.

Like if he didn't fuck you now he was going to really die.

"Honestly, it made me want you all to myself." He confesses, slipping his middle finger into you. You squeak at his admission, cheeks flushing redder. Your walls stretch around the digit, pulsing and coming alive, a gasp aloud at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't unwelcomed - feels uncomfortable and good at the same time. You've masturbated a couple times before with the same two fingers, but this just felt different. Something about the texture of his hands and how he curls it deep inside took your breath away. He pushes it in, slow and controlled, letting you adjust to his one finger alone. "Think you can handle two for me?"

"That's just one?!"

"I'm bigger than that." Yuta muses, watching you squirm slightly around his finger. It would be too painful for you to take him head-on, considering his size. With god-like patience, he retracts his finger only to slide it back in again repeatedly, widening the hole.

"O-Okay. You can put another one in-"

Tight. So tight.

So tight that you had to hold your breath. The ring that you never noticed was now submerged deep in you too. It's cool unlike the snugness of your vagina. "Y-You're married???"

The man laughs in response, "I wouldn't call it married."

"So I'm screwing with someone else's lover????"

"No, you’re screwing with your lover."

Ooooooh and do his words melt your heart. Red adds to the pink already charming your cheeks and you look away. "Womanizer."

Yuta chuckles, "You'd be the second person to tell me that." If it wasn't for him moving without your orders you would've forgotten that he had your fingers in you. Your slick walls had accommodated them so perfectly he wondered if you were actually meant for him. He scissors his fingers apart, trying to get your walls to stretch even further. Deep within your walls, he starts to pump and curl on the spongy patch embedded on the upper side of your vagina.

He hits it again and again, and each time makes you even wetter than before. He barrels you towards your second orgasm, drinking up the view of your sweaty body twitching when it explodes. You spasm underneath him, mouth open to let out a silent scream.

His fingers leave you with a squelch.

He licks them off. If Yuta could rate you as a meal, he'd give you 6 stars and a Golden Prize Award for Best Pussy. That's just how good you tasted to the boy. He’s handsy again, hands traveling across your body while his cock spreads your folds, feeling you underneath.

“Are you sure you want this raw?”

Your half-lidded eyes bat at him, "Shut up and fuck me."

Amusement glinted in his eyes, “Sorry.” He apologizes mockingly, tone far from apologetic. Yuta takes one last look at you for time’s sake and enters you, pausing when his tip fully breached the inside. It’s barely all of him and it has the butterflies in your stomach taking flight. He pushes the rest of him into you meticulously, afraid of breaking you. 

Dull pain shot through you when he broke through, “W-Wait!”

“Are you okay?” He stops, hair matted to his forehead. He’s itching to move so badly with how warm you were hugging his cock. Tears filled up your eyes from how it stinged, but you didn’t want him out. You raise a hand and he understands, granting you some time to get used to his full length. He’s inside you entirely to the hilt, pressing against your womb.

Yuta Okkotsu and his impossibly big dick be damned.

“I-I’m okay now.” He’s on cloud fucking nine the way you squeezed him. 

“How do you want it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me know if it hurts then. Safe word’s Okkotsu.” Yuta crawls forward and cages your head between his forearms, sharing the same breath you do. Being in charge turned him cocky, a 180° difference from the shy, timid person so worried for you not long ago. You raise a brow at him, and he raises a brow back at you. “Unless you plan on screaming that name of mine too.”

“H-Hey!”

He turns a deaf ear to your stammering, shifting your legs on his shoulder. You feel his dick slide in slightly further and the impatience brimming from him, “I’ll move now.”

Yuta pulls out his length. 

Then he slams it back with full force, knocking the wind out of you.

You yelp, followed by a groan, which soon turned into chains of moaning from how hard he was rutting in you. He isn’t quiet by any means either, groaning and grunting equally loud in your ear while he fucks irrationally fast into you. Pain turns to pleasure, the same way your moans turn into high-pitched prayers of his name, saliva drooling from the edge of your lips and eyelashes damp from your tears. Dirty praises drip from his ever-loving lips with every second he spends rough-fucking you. It hits the same spot each time without fail, building up your release. The couch creaks repeatedly, and it would be to no one’s surprise if you had to replace it.

Unlike the kiss you first shared with him, his lips are ruthless- now serving as a way to effectively shut you up. He adored your fingers; how small they were compared to his, now groaning at how they feel scraping down his body, red marks littering his back. He loved how you detested him in the early hours of meeting him and how easily you succumbed to him now, a moaning mess of his own doing. He reveled in the way your body accepted him so easily at the first touch, second, third and the ones you share with him right now. 

He absolutely, 

truly, 

devastatingly, 

loved you.

You babble incoherent words, so cockdrunk that the only word he could make out was his name in begging. “Yuta Yuta Yuta-” His hands move to grip your waist for better control. Your folds wrapped so perfectly around his dick that he found it exceedingly difficult to move out each time; every millisecond out of it made him pound back in twice as hard. He aches for more: more of the sex, more of your touch, more of your moans, and more of his name out your mouth.

If he could spend every second of his life devoted to you, he truly would. Whatever energy lost in the heat of the moment was reclaimed by the sounds you made for him. Yuta buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your vanilla shampoo he too shared. Your skin was so soft unlike his, how could it be? You were both human, but you were the perfection he wished he was and he felt blessed to lay even a single finger on you. The pinnacle of God’s creation, laid all bare and fucked out for his infatuated eyes to obsess.

He could feel his orgasm approaching anytime soon.

Yuta bites into you hard enough to draw blood.

“I-It h-hurts…” You choke on your own words, sobbing under his mercy. 

“You’re taking it.. hah, so…. well for me, aren’t.. you?” He cooes at you between breaths, kitten licking the spot to soothe your crying. He couldn’t resist the urge to mark you up, your pussy swallowing him deep so much that he’s utterly pussydrunk, only obsessed with the thought of you. How could he, when you’re so perfect and obedient to him? He owed you your life, and he’s fucking you so good that the hands on your waist would inevitably bruise you. His tongue readies another spot by your shoulder; sinking his teeth in once more and lapping up the blood that emerged from within.

“Oh yes, yes- yes - yes yes yes - oh! yes yes - yes-”

It wouldn’t matter if he hurt you, he’d heal you right up.

But why would he?

You looked so much better this way, under his mercy.

He slows down to a constant pace to check his work on you. A masterpiece of purple and blue, on show for everyone to see if your shirt were to uncover enough. Satisfied, he kisses the lobe of your ear, sighing when your moans turn a pitch higher when he nibbles on it.

“Look at you,” He’s as breathless as you are. “Taking me so well.”

His free hand finds its way back on your clit, stroking it in conjunction with the snap of his hips against yours. You’re reaching your third breaking point of the night- evident from the way your toes curl and the tremor in your legs.

“I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…!”

“Y-Yeah? Me too.” He collects your weakened arms and pins them above you, fucking at the same pace. His eyes marvel in the sight of your fucked out expression, pupils blown absolutely wide, your mouth hanging open singing broken moans for him. A drug to remember; to indulge in forever, tucked into the craters of his mind. “Cum with me, pretty.”

“C-Coming!”

He pulls out just as your orgasm washes over you. Yuta places a hand over your mouth as you scream into it from the onslaught of pleasure running through your veins, bringing you close to the brink of unconsciousness. Your vision turns blurry; it took you time to realize that Yuta had come on you. Ropes of cum landed on your abdomen the same time you did, sultry and dense in white. 

For a minute or so you both stayed in your positions, letting consciousness and rationality take over.

Exhaustion quickly befalls the two of you. You turn to the side and Yuta collapses next to you, flinging a protective arm around you. Now you’re locking eyes with each other, face-to-face, both completely stark naked. You wriggle your arm between your bodies to cup his cheek in your hand, admiring how good he looked all sweaty and tired.

He was the first to break the silence, “Do you forgive me?”

You wipe the edge of his lips, stained with lipstick.

“Yeah I do.”

He takes your hand and kisses the knuckles he had healed for you.

“Thank you.”

Aftercare and dinner could wait. The air stills into comfortable silence. It’s early December. The snow outside compels you both to rest, a gentle lullaby sung by the warmth that enveloped you two. Yuta strokes a reassuring thumb over your knuckles, a silent but sure promise to keep you safe. His dark eyes hold a newfound meaning now that you’ve given him your all. 

You both share a soft smile, new to this chapter.

Soon you found yourself drifting off in the mess of your bodies entangled together.

Indefinitely, forever.

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THE END LOL FUCKING FINALLY IM DONE I HOPE U ENJOYED emuach emuach uHHHHHH ©demigodickrider / aftercare link

[multifandom-re-write-01]

A/N: This was from my previous re-write blog; I found it lowkey kinda cute so wanted to post it here again before I delete the other re-write blog lol

[9:10pm]

Baby fever. Nari swore she was feeling baby fever as soon as 127 met their small fan, Mali (technically, he was Mark's fan, and 127 was Mali's fan, but specifics didn't matter).

Nair smiled and cooed along with the others, laughing and cheering at whatever Mali shyly mentioned to them or showed. She could tell everyone was smitten with this young boy - including herself.

"Do you want to be an NCT member?" Nari heard one of the members ask Mali. The boy nodded in reply.

"No, no, no," Haechan and Yuta denied. "It's dangerous."

It's dangerous...

Nari felt her heart break at the members' words, spotting the hidden worry and fear in their expressions at the thought of Mali becoming a member - or an idol in general.

She pursed her lips at the sight. She knew what they were thinking of; they were thinking of what she and other members went through from pre-debut until now...

The pressure she received from the staff to become the best of the best, the expectations they had on her because her parents were well-known business people, the hate from the public thinking they were going to flop, haters, sasaeng incidents, the mistreatment she and others would get from the few staff - she understood why the members said no to Mali becoming a member.

While most of them were distracted by hanging out with their young fan, Nari stood in between Haechan and Yuta, looping her arms through each of theirs while pressing a chaste kiss on their bicep. They didn't need any verbal words from her. They knew what Nari was trying to express.

After their fans left, Nari turned to the two again. "You okay?" she asked them.

"Yeah, we're okay," Haechan smiled small, giving her a side hug while Yuta clasped his hands in hers.

"It's just a bit sad how most of our fans don't understand how serious and hard it is to be an idol, the dangers you can get into," Yuta added, squeezing her hands lightly.

"I'm okay, guys. We're okay," she assured them, outing their hidden worry. "I'm going to be fine, you know why? Because I have you all with me, and I'm not going to shut you all out like I did before, I'll be open about my struggles."

"I know, and we're glad," Yuta grinned, leaning down to press a light kiss to her forehead. "Still, you're my best friend, I'm gonna worry about you. Just like how everyone is going to worry about one another."

"Yeah, of course, I'm going to worry over my Noona!" Haechan whined, trapping her in his hold so he could nuzzle his head on top of hers with a pout. Nari laughed at the slightly ticklish feeling from the nuzzle, instinctively shying away from it to no avail. Haechan tightened his arms around her so he could kiss the top of her head happily. Only then, did he let go of her.

"Understandable," she nodded, beaming at the two proudly. "I can't believe how mature the two of you became. And it was so cute to see you worry and care about Mali, that adorable boy."

"Is this what I think I'm hearing?" Haechan gasped dramatically. Before Nari could utter her confusion, the 127 maknae turned to Taeyong. "Hyung! Noona wants a baby!"

"Lee Donghyuck!" Nari yelped, red flushing through her face at her hidden desire.

Taeyong choked on the water he was drinking from across the room.

[giggly-squiggily]

YUTA AND YUJI BEING THE MOST TICKLISH JJK CHARACTERS!!! thats too cute!!! gojo would have a field day tickling yuta and yuji 🤣the poor boys don’t stand a chance against gojo even if they work together

WJSJJWJSS YESH!!! Oh my goodness he’s absolutely LIVING for it whdbansnnsnd 🤣🤣🤣 He’s perfected the tickle monster technique on Yuta so well Yuji and friends don’t stand a chance 😭 Like you said- even if they work together, Gojo’s gonna get em!

Though I do think if they catch him in a good mood, he’ll let them win. Gotta give them some victories now and then 🥰

[waterfallofspace]

Timing Is Everything.

Characters: Y/uta, G/ojo, I/numaki, M/aki, and P/anda. (feat. I/nuokku pairing implied <3) Word Count: 2.1k

Just a little gift for @ithadtobesneezing as she's been FEEDING us with Y/uta content <33

It's nothing amazing, but you've sparked the fire of love for your guy, so here's a lil something I hope you can enjoy~

All Characters 18+, picture early 20's AU (+ no bad stuff has happened <3)

(References to implied contagion, and high fever, and near fainting/dizziness, just incase anyone doesn't like those!)

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A light breeze drifts through the air, the first hint of fall approaching. Summer had dragged on late into September, leaving the cool touch a welcome change to everyone. 

Almost everyone, that is. 

Burrowing deeper in his uniform, Yuta grits his teeth against the cold nestling in his bones. Despite the heat smothering him inside out, each chill seems to leave him trembling. Casting his gaze back to the field, it’s clear no one notices. Their attention is caught by the scene unfolding. 

Maki and Gojo are ‘sparring’, a term used loosely. More accurately, Maki is throwing things at Gojo’s infinity. Inumaki and Panda are both laughing, Panda cheering Maki on as Inumaki passes her more weapons to aim. Amidst the chaos, Yuta’s silence is largely overlooked. 

It’s not unusual for him to be a bit subdued during a meetup with his friends; being a special grade sorcerer has some deficits to go along with the profits. Still, he can’t help noticing that Gojo is right in the middle of the group, cheerful as ever despite his own long week. 

A pang of guilt finds its home in Yuta’s chest, the familiar burning leaping to his eyes. The feelings that always seem to grow in ferocity when his mind gets clouded. With a rough sniff, he rubs a sleeve across his face, sucking in a deep breath. Frustration swells, only dispelled when a gasp slips through his parted lips. 

He quickly ducks into his fist, massaging the twitching appendage before it blows his cover. Sunken eyes flicker back to the group, the breath he didn’t realize was trapped in his chest breaking free. They’re all still absorbed in their own world, Inumaki and Panda joining in on the game. 

Taking advantage of the privacy while it lasts, Yuta allows himself a deep sigh, his sleeve-coated hand scrubbing at his nose. The slow crawl of ticklish desire had been creeping its way deeper since this morning. 

He’d hoped to fight it off until he got home, or at least escaped from sight. The glimmer of light dancing across his face as a tear drifts down his flushed cheeks suggests no such hope should be dwelled on. 

“Yuutaaaa~” 

The tone is distinct, a melodic sound echoing throughout the yard. Sure enough, as Yuta raises his head from the safety of his hands, Gojo is waving him over. Maki and Panda are yelling about something he can’t quite make out, Inumaki holding up a popsicle stick figure with Panda’s head on it. 

Raising from his seat Yuta lurches forward, the floor beginning to shift under him. He instinctively drops his hand to steady himself, eyes squeezing shut. Once the world decides to let him off the unrequested roller coaster, his eyes begin to reopen. Relief floods his system as none of the others seem to pay him much mind. 

“I did not say that! In fact, I recall you were the one who filled out that report, therefore it was your responsibility to follow up.” Inumaki raises a Maki stick. 

“Oh really? Then why is your signature on the form?” Inumaki raises a Panda stick. 

“What?” Snatching the paper from his hands, Maki groans, aiming a swing at Panda’s chest. “You forged my signature again?!” 

Gojo’s simply watching, a childlike giggle bubbling from his chest as Inumaki raises the Panda stick once more. This time Maki knocks it from his hand, Inumaki glaring at her and huffing out, “Bonito flakes.” 

Once he’s sure the next step won’t realign the world, Yuta begins his trek across the mere feet between him and the others. His breath snags dangerously, the sensation nipping at his sinuses. A hand flies to his face, catching his nose and tightening against the onslaught. 

Catching Inumaki’s eyes, Yuta feels his hand snap back to his side. A single sniffle is all he allows himself before taking in a rush of air and painting his usual timid smile across his cheeks. Inumaki stares for a second longer, but ultimately shakes it off, raising an arm to gesture him closer. 

“What are they arguing about this time?” Yuta asks, aiming the question towards Gojo as Maki takes another swing at Panda’s legs. He’d heard it all quite clearly from the chair, but each vibration from his throat seems to bring new levels of itch to his breath. Best to give Gojo a chance to start rambling. 

For a moment Yuta’s convinced he’s been caught. Normally that kind of question would get Gojo bouncing as he gives a play by play. Today, instead, he simply shrugs, tilting his head just enough to let a single brilliant blue peek from behind his glasses. 

Yuta meets the look with a smile, letting his eyes flutter shut to sell the lie, ignoring the watering that begins as soon as his lashes touch down. It seems to work, however, Gojo yelling something nonsensical at Maki, strutting over with a raised hand. 

The itch chooses this moment to begin another resurgence, scratching through his restraint with a hungry determination. Yuta risks a glance at Inumaki, who appears preoccupied with fixing his popsicle stick Panda. Gojo is still shouting, Maki echoing the noises as she chases Panda around. 

“hHehh!” The hitch breaks through his control, unnoticed by the group. Deciding this is the ideal time to smother one without being caught, Yuta twists himself away from the group, raising an arm to his face. With the other he clutches his shoulder, bracing himself against the fierce tickle. 

“Hey Yuta, we want you to break a tie.” 

Panic grips Yuta’s chest as the field suddenly falls silent, each hitch spouting from his lips seeming to shatter against the peaceful quiet. He attempts to pry open his eyes, to no avail. After permission was given, the sneeze was far too strong to hold off anymore. 

“hH’ihhTZZdj’ehhh-!” 

All eyes turn to him, a shimmering ocean beginning to well in his own. Before he can utter a word, his breath catches in his throat. “ihHKzzTSChhiyeww-!” This time he only manages to raise a single hand, bending over with the force of the pitchy whine that bursts forth.

As the earth begins to tilt again, Yuta drops to his knees, only steading himself as a hand grips his shoulder. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, Yuta leans his head against it. After a minute the buzzing fades from his ears, and he slowly rejoins the world. 

He expects to see a few faces of disgust, maybe some anger. To his surprise, no one seems to be looking his way at all. Maki’s yelling something at Gojo, attempting to whack him with her staff. His infinity blocks it easily, though he looks distraught anyways. 

“-are you aiming that at me?! I didn’t do anything!” 

“You-” Maki pauses to swipe Panda off his feet behind her, returning her glare to Gojo as the sound of fur hitting grass sounds off. “You ‘didn’t do anything’? You got him sick!”

Gojo huffs, crossing his arms with an indignant look. “You and Inumaki were sick just a few days ago, how do you know you didn’t get him sick?” The smirk he’s wearing suggests he’s proud of this little deduction, but Maki simply growls in response. 

There’s a break from the conversation as Yuta ducks towards the ground again, raising his arm to catch a fatigued “hH’KNchhZZSHyeww-!”, so few sneezes already sucking all the energy from his body.

Inumaki’s hand tightens on his shoulder, Yuta humming a soft “Thanks.” 

“Maybe we did, remind me for a minute though,” Maki says with a sigh aimed towards the duo, swinging her weapon towards Gojo again. “Who got us sick?”

The sheepish look scrawled across Gojo’s face says it all, and Maki lets up on her assault, instead learning against her pole. “I already had to deal with Inumaki’s symptoms.” 

A vaguely offended, “Salmon roe.” sounds from where Inumaki’s crouched, Maki shooting him a soft look. 

“Sorry- Look, okay, I just don’t want to deal with-” 

“hH’TzzzcSHHyieew-!” Yuta interrupts, groaning faintly as the force of it sends his head careening into his arm far harsher than he’d expected. 

“With that,” Maki finishes, gesturing to Yuta’s trembling form. 

As Yuta gears up for another outburst, Inumaki lightly rubs his arm, humming something unintelligible under his breath. “hH’TIezzsshh’kiew-!” 

Once he’s sure this one didn’t readjust the world too much, Inumaki raises his gaze from Yuta to shoot a glare at Maki. She raises her hands in mock surrender, grumbling under her breath. It quickly fades as Yuta dissolves into a fit of coughing that leaves him gasping for air, Inumaki dropping back to his side. 

“Okay, okay, sorry…” Maki sighs, Yuta managing to catch a glimpse of concern in her eyes as his cough fades enough for a full breath. Maki continues with a softer tone, “I didn’t mean that. I just…” 

Yuta gives her a weary smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I know. It’s… it…” His eyes drift over her shoulder, vision starting to swim. He manages a breath, dancing the edge of control as the tickle retreats. 

“Sorry, thought I was…” Yuta hums, breathless as he attempts to continue the sentence, quickly dissolving into stammering, voice stolen by the pinprick itch spreading through his nose. “Wait, no I am… I’m… I’m uh… hH’yieTZZzshhYEWW-!” 

This time Yuta feels himself tipping forward, the world around him softening at the edges. The grounding touch against his shoulder begins to slip away, a dark sensation touching the corners of his thoughts. Just before he loses consciousness, a sharp pain cuts through the darkness, pulling him back to the light. 

Inumaki’s still gripping his shoulder, but the ache radiates from his face. Managing to get a grasp of his surroundings, Yuta finds Maki kneeling in front of him. Her hand is hovering in the air, as if she was unsure where to leave it. 

“Did… you slap me..?” Yuta manages, voice wavering with a mixture of relief and fatigue.

“Did you just nearly faint?” Comes the retort, Maki’s own voice not as solid as it would normally be. There’s a quiver to it that wasn’t there a minute ago, her eyes burning into his skull with an intensity not unlike her.

Still, there was something different to this gaze. Something distinctly afraid. Blushing under his gaze, she huffs. “You should be thanking me."

Opening his mouth, Yuta attempts to oblige, instead only managing a whimper as his lungs begin to spasm again. 

Maki watches for a minute, glare still pointed at him, before finally she lets up. “Oh just forget it, okay? Just… just try to breathe. You’re alright.” Her tone is soft, a single finger gently brushing some hair away from his eyes. “I think you have a fever, have you taken anything?” 

The silence is an answer, just as true as any sounds would be. At this admission, Maki turns to Panda with a pointed look. Panda gives a thumbs up, running off towards the school to grab some supplies Shoko still keeps there. Attention back on Yuta’s fragile state, Inumaki gently tucks an arm around his back, raising him to a standing position. 

They stand for a minute, Maki securing herself on the other side before beginning the walk back to the school. Yuta holds his breath, a strangled sob dying in his throat as tears begin to pour. At this, Inumaki begins humming again, something quiet and soft. Maki copies the tune, rolling her eyes with a barely contained smile. 

“Where was this softness when I was sick?” Gojo calls, the trio whipping around, nearly toppling Yuta in the process. Both supporters cast glares Gojo’s way, Yuta too busy righting the world in his head to copy their motions. 

“When you were sick you were clinging to our legs and rubbing your germs on everything.” 

Gojo pouts, attempting to sniffle, and instead simply inhaling. “I was sick! None of you did anything for me, I just needed som-” He’s quickly cut off by Maki tossing a dagger at his chest, infinity stopping it easily. Still, he gasps in mock hurt, chuckling as this earns him another (attempted) blow to the gut. 

Yuta soon forgotten, Maki lunges back towards him, daring him to drop infinity and fight her head on. The rest of the battle fades into the background as Inumaki positions himself on the ground, pulling Yuta down beside him. 

A yawn sneaks out from Yuta’s jaw, his eyes beginning to pool again. The same breath turns into a hitch, Yuta muffling a “hieH’tzZZchhyEW-!” into Inumaki’s chest. 

Inumaki hums gently into his ear in lieu of a blessing. Then, draping his arm around Yuta’s shoulder, Inumaki pulls him close, running his fingers through Yuta’s messy hair. 

By the time Panda gets back with the medication, Yuta and Inumaki are asleep, dozing to the soft sounds of Maki and Gojo’s sparring. 

Even through the tangled mess of limbs, Inumaki’s arm remains protectively draped across Yuta’s back.

[bakibakicumbasket]

yuji likes cracking his knuckles

he likes the popping feeling in his joints, the stretch and pull of his bones, almost just to remind himself that he’s human, almost just to rub it in sukuna’s metaphorical face. he likes breaking up his concentration, dividing the darkest thoughts in his mind with an audible crunch like gravel under his shoes, like his scull under sukuna’s hand, like his hopes and dreams once the last finger’s gone. he likes that its associated with blood and gore and violence, he likes that it’s what the hero always does before they throw the first punch, he wonders if maybe he can still be a hero despite the destruction he’s caused. when his mind is racing against the clock and his skin feels tight and his heart won’t stop hammering against his ribs; when his eyes keep jumping around and it always feels like there is someone standing over his shoulder, laughing in his ear; the pop pop popping of his bones bring his feet back to the ground. yuji doesn’t know why everyone is so bothered by him cracking his knuckles. maki kisses her teeth, telling him he’s going to have “old man hands by 18.” yuta grimaces, tells him he might effect his hand-to-hand combat abilities if he keeps that up. panda covers his fuzzy ears and tells him that the noise is offensive, loud, too abrupt, another example of ridiculous human antics. and inumaki. well he just stares straight through yuji like he can peel back his skin and read the contents of his soul. it’s inarguable, however, that yuji’s newest habit bothers megumi most. his eyebrows furrow, his eyes harden, his jaw clenches every time yuji bends his fingers. even before they crack, if megumi is in the room and yuji lifts his hand to crack his knuckles, there’s a 99% chance he looks up and sees megumi looking back at him, displeased. one rare day, yuji and megumi are sitting around just waiting for someone to tell them what they’re supposed to be doing in gojo’s absence. yuji’s fighting back against the sickly feeling in his stomach and tightness in his chest by bouncing his leg. up and down and up and down and up and down again until finally it starts to boil. his breathing is picking up and he feels twitchy and he hates when this happens, it never used to before. he exhales shakily and makes a fist with his hand, pressing the edge of his knuckles against the middle of his palm. he’s eager to hear the sound, to reset his body and thoughts, to refocus is mind. before he can force any weight onto his fingers, megumi grabs his wrist, looking at him carefully. yuji is confused, normally he would ask megumi what’s wrong but he can barely even see the boy in front of him past the rapidly welling tears. before he knows it, his cheeks are wet and his shoulders are shaking and he can hear himself making the most desperate, pathetic, broken noises while megumi sits there and watches. yuji tries to stop, telling himself he looks weaker than megumi already thinks he is, this isn’t the place to get all worked up, really, he has nothing to cry about and he’s just about to go pick up his fist again when theres a gentle tug from where their skin meet. megumi just shakes his head and pulls yuji in, wrapping his arms around his friend. shocked, yuji hangs limply, surrounded by pine trees and black and kindness. there’s that funny feeling he keeps getting recently, not the shakiness or the overstimulation or the tightness rendering his lungs useless, but the light, ticklish, youthful feeling that spreads out from his chest whenever he sees megumi. it’s time for a new habit, yuji thinks. 

[fluffyfish]

@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @ongodihopenooneirlfindsthis @heythisismyblogg

Mark is so cute istfg and why does this put me in both a lee AND a ler mood at the same fkin time

[kasey-writes-stuff]

AEW anon here- i’m glad I found you too! I love your headcanons for OC and Kenny. Thank you for writing them :) I love the idea of Orange being the most unbearably casual ler ever. like just wrecking your shit and not saying a word just smirking down at you as he puts in the least effort possible but you’re still dying. He’s one of my faves at the moment so I was delighted to hear your thoughts about him! I think it’s so adorable to think of him as a lee too. I feel like he’d have one of those silent laughs where you can’t tell he’s laughing at first especially with his sunglasses on. His shoulders just bounce and he’s all squeaky until his true laugh comes out. What are your thoughts on Danhausen? And who are some of your other favorite AEW wrestlers? Thank you again for taking the time to post hc’s!

Aahhh yes yes yes so true he really would but he’d have the biggest smile on his face and he’d like still be trying to act sooo casual like nothings happening even though he’s literally shaking with laughter

DAN I MISS HIM I MISS HIM SO MUCH HELPP

He gives me ler vibes for sure maybe ler with just barely some switch but mostly ler

He will only let a very small group tickle him but even when he does they never get away with it

Said group is best friends, OC, Kris and Ethan page (my beloved)

Dan is ofc a very very silly ler he definitely leans playful ler but can be rough when needed or wanted

He definitely makes a lot of silly noises when tickling his lees

He’d use teases like “oh yea I can tell you’re definitely not ticklish here at all” when the lee is denying being ticklish

He’s definitely one for sneak tickles at anytime anywhere

But he does keep the more drawn out tickles to more smaller settings like between you and the group mentioned above

But he’ll definitely still sneak up and give some squeezes or pokes or maybe even a quick scribble just as he’s passing you no matter what you’re doing

When he does do the more drawn out tickles he definitely is asking as its starting “hmm should I be very nice danhausen or should I be very evil danhausen?”

Sometimes he’s genuinely asking what you’d like other times it’s a rhetorical question and he’s most definitely picking and just using it as a tease

Hmm I feel like he’d like hips and sides a lot because of like how jumpy they usually make people

As for himself he doesn’t have a favorite spot to be tickled really but if he had to try and choose one it would be his ears cause they’re not really bad they just get a few giggles

Worst spots umm hmm see since I can’t really picture him being tickled it’s hard to get an idea for his worst spots

I’m gonna say ribs

Some other faves of mine are

Jon moxley

Wheeler yuta

Sammy Guevara

Britt baker

Adam cole

Hook

Jack perry

Bryan danielson

Hangman Adam page

There’s probably others I’m forgetting but those are the first to come to mind

Aahhh I’m so glad you’re enjoying the HC’s if you have any requests I’m totally open to it and to discussing your thoughts on them

[sunlit-tickles]

Shh, don't wake him up!

Yuuta / Nagisa / Kaoru

Ensemble Stars

Summary: Yuuta accidentally hugged Nagisa in his sleep and doesn't seem to be aware of it, but Nagisa doesn't mind. That is until Yuuta starts absent mindedly tickling him, Kaoru isn't exactly...helpful.

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This was... awkward.

So far, their dorm was fairly...quiet. It wasn't the 'awkward' quiet kind, but rather the kind where in everyone rarely talked since they're all stuck in their own little worlds. Yuta was usually playing games by himself, sometimes inviting Kaoru if he had the time; Nagisa was mostly out for work or practice; and Kaoru was doing something similar. Everyone was so used to them just talking a bit or just greeting, but a real hangout? That was out of the picture so they're not that close to each other. That just...makes this dilemma worse, if it was a dilemma, it was just an uncommon situation.

Yuta was very tired from work today, unable to even think of anything but 'go home, go home, go home'. The moment he got to his dorm he went straight for the couch, hugging his brother and dozing off completely. What he failed to realize is that... that's not his brother. Nagisa was the one on the couch, reading his book when Yuta came home and hugged his torso and fell asleep on his lap. He didn't really mind but how would he feel about it when he woke up...? They weren't particularly close so he was worried that Yuta might get mad at him for not waking him up to move, but he didn't want to disturb his rest! He looked exhausted and burnt out that he just wanted him to take a break even if he'll hate him when he wakes up.

Nagisa decided to just let him sleep the night here, not like he was going to get up anyway as he was still reading and didn't plan to rest himself anytime soon. It was all so peaceful and honestly pretty sweet, sweet enough that it made the leader of Eden slightly feel happy himself from this. He was already pleased reading his book, but felt even happier that he could somehow be of comfort in a way.

However, that peace was somehow disturbed when Yuta started shifted positions and buried his face into Nagisa's tummy, hugging him but he also decided to try and get comfortable by moving his head side-to-side, not realizing he was accidentally nuzzling the other. The white haired one jolted and immediately closed his book while biting his lip, oh dear, it tickled.

Gently, he placed his book aside and then used both hands to cover his mouth, but Yuta remained by his tummy and his little breaths still tickled. This went on for a few minutes until Nagisa heard the door creak open "I'm back~!" Announced Kaoru, and he really wanted to greet him back but giggles were threatening to spill and he stayed quiet. "Hm? Ran-kun? Are you ignoring me?" He asked, approaching the couch to check if he was asleep or if he was actually ignoring him, and Kaoru just got something ten times better. "Aww that's so cute~! You two were bonding huh? That's so sw-- eh? Why is your mouth covered?" He tried to pry his hands off his mouth but Nagisa was persistent. He really refused to let go until Yuta started to nuzzle his tummy again and he let go immediately as he held onto the couch instead "he- ehehehe...! Hehe's tickling me...!" Nagisa whispered, trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut to not wake up the younger on his lap. Kaoru suddenly had the biggest smile on his face, chuckling realizing the predicament Nagisa was in "then why not just move him to his bed or wake him up now?" "Hehehe's tihired-! Hehelp...!" He begged, he really didn't want to wake Yuta but the ticklish feeling never went away. Instead of actually helping, the blonde had other ideas.

Kaoru gently wormed one hand under Nagisa's chin, causing him to scrunch his neck up. He fell right into Kaoru's trap! The other started to wiggle his hand while it's trapped under his neck and his reactions suddenly flared up as he squeaked, covering his mouth again but his chest was heaving trying to stop his laughter. Since he refused to be loud, he just whispered to the best of his abilities as giggles didn't stop from bubbling from his throat "Kahahaoru-kuhun..! Wahait...! You're gonna wahake him uhup....!" He said fully keeping his eyes shut as Kaoru smiled "Y'know, I didn't actually think you'd be ticklish Nagisa-kun. Come on, let me have a bit of fun...!" He said as his other hand gently poked and prodded his ribs, making Nagisa fold but not entirely as he was so confused on not even touching Yuta to not wake him up. He was really trying but Kaoru was making it so much worse for him! "Ee-p! Stohop that ...! You're mahaking it hahaharder...! Kahaoru-kun plehehease…!” He begged “please what, Nagisa-kun?” He replied, no way he's falling for this. “Ehe-p!! Dohohon’t!” Oh no…he was definitely falling for it. Nagisa doesn't even notice that the silly little prank he was pulling, he was so embarrassed by being tickled already and he can't even retaliate because of the risk it would bring. “Tihihihickle m- ah…! Wahahait-!! NonONO-!” And the dam broke.

He couldn't keep his voice down no more and started laughing genuinely the moment Kaoru started squeezing his thighs. He was shaking a LOT. It was one of his worst spots and he couldn't move so he just threw his head back trying to push the blonde away “KAHAHAHAORUHUHU— WAHAIT-!! NOT NOHOW-!! DOHOHON'T-!! YOU'LL WAKE HIM UHUHUP-!” and right on cue, Yuta did. “H-Hey what's going on…? I hea- GYAH!?” he sat right up when he realized he was laying down on Nagisa’s lap, blushing furiously as he watched the scene in front of him where he hasn't exactly stopped tickling him. Even if he was laughing his head off, Nagisa still tried to apologize for waking him up “EEK- KAORU STOHOP I- IHIM SORRY-!!” “Oh you're awake?” And he stopped “oh my bad, I had too much fun with Ran-kun over here I think I got carried away” he said looking over at the flustered man just across the couch. “I'm so sorry it was my fault for disturbing you!! I really thought I slept on my brother not you!!” Yuta cried, how shameful to do this to his roommates…! He was about to leave the dorm to sleep somewhere else out of embarrassment but then a hand was placed on his head, giving him a small yet comforting pat “Ihit’s okay…you can hug me anytime. Besides you looked tired, I'm sorry for disturbing you.”

And from that point onward, the three of them became a little closer by just snuggling all up in the couch from being drained from energy. It was eventful in comparison to other days and they were all grateful for it.

A/N: I just wanted to say that...I think their dorm dynamic is super cute? Kaoru best big bro!! This dorm is just him adopting these two tbh AHSHJDJE also sorry for my fics being short! These are mostly ficlets since I'm still celebrating the holidays. I love these three so much though so I'll probably write for them again next time!