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rikigai · 2 years

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pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader genre: high school au warnings: slight cursing, also not proof-read word count: 934 ------author's note: i'm writing this as a result of my experience in high school (basically based irl) only the main idea though, just changed my s/o with riki and change other details with more realistic things riki would experience. if ever there exists a story similar to this, i have no intent of plagiarizing.

pov: author

"class, line up! morning assembly starts in 10 minutes." their adviser says.

"sir, by height?" chiharu asks the second it was instructed. well, yes it was by height. everyone rises from their seat and forms a line, making a fuss about who's taller than who. y/n had no problem with this, she just quietly made her way to the very back (she was clearly the tallest sooo). chiharu lined up in front of her, as she was tall too.

heading down the stairs and into the assembly court, y/n was chatting with chiharu about different people in other sections and how she would get closer to them. in y/n's surprise, as the next class stood beside them, the world seemed like it had stopped revolving, chiharu's endless gossip went on mute. y/n laid her eyes on someone who was nowhere out of her line of vision, literally beside her. she shrugged her head away. "hello???? are you even here?" "oh sorry, who's that?" y/n asks chiharu, slightly pointing in his direction. "hmm, clearly a new student. i've never seen him before".

god, how y/n stared all assembly. unconsciously going idle the entire 30 minutes, no one really noticed, she was new after all. she'd do this every weekly assembly, aside from kicking everyone's ass in projects and tests. she eventually got the "student of the week" award, she shuffled toward the stage in shock. badge received, went down, back into the line.

pov: riki

woah. i would've never thought she'd get an award like that. along with that astounding height, perfectly layered hair, godly body frame, and glistening eyes uncovering her imagination. probably sounds insane to be confessing, i'm too shy to be blurting sincere words.

i better ask someone in my class about her socials, oh god. obviously not going to be following, just being there is rewarding enough. okay, that's probably enough, eek that vocabulary i just used.

pov: author

as months pass on, y/n became more renowned (rather popular) for her grades and outstanding academic performance. yet again, leaves riki mesmerized. they've come in contact through chat a few times, mostly initiated by y/n.

hey, what tests have you taken? omg we have so many mutual followers, what hall's your classroom at?

i mean, it was pretty clear they had a thing for each other. stealing glances, milliseconds of accidental eye contact. well, mostly declared by chiharu, lekki, and lumi catching riki staring at y/n.

04 - 26

english period came on, the lesson was just as interesting to be catching everyone's attention. writing a personal letter to anyone in school. y/n scootched down over to her half-emptied bag on the floor, grabbing a pen and paper. she wasn't that dumb to be openly exposing her name and image to the whole year. she had a plan.

y/n had written an anonymous letter addressed to riki, to be received right in his classroom the next two days. she told him to guess and write back, luckily she left a hint on the paper and instagram story days later.

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"dude, QUICKKK" lekki tells lumi as they trample steps along the stairs. rushing into the cafeteria, right in the middle of y/n's lunch. "BRO RIKI KNOWS IT WAS YOU." lekki exclaims right when y/n has had a bite of her orion choco pie. "WAIT WHAT YOU'RE JOKING." "NO ACTUALLY." lumi answered y/n - flabbergasted in disbelief.

"okay so like, lumi and i were getting our badminton rackets and lunches on the second floor when we came across riki. he didn't look gloomy for some reason. 'oh hi lekki, lumi' which was literally the MOST unusual thing for mr. shy type. i didn't beat around the bushes and asked him if he knew about the letter. he said yes and went on with a flushed look on his face." lekki told y/n and chiharu, whom both weren't there (obviously).

pov: y/n

what the actual fuck. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL. okay, okay, OH MY GOD I'M OVERTHINKING IT. at least he knows who to write back to, maybe? WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WRITE BACK. WE'LL HAVE TO SEE.

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pov: author

weeks pass by, probably a month already, yet no signs of life. y/n was not one to lose hope. every english period she'd wait for her teacher to hand her over a letter.

dear y/n,

in her dreams. not until 05 - 20, slipped onto her notebook right on top of her wooden desk, a flimsy yellow paper signed

"to: anonymous, from: tall guy :D".

hundreds of tall guys attend that very school, but only one of them would address themselves like that. nishi-fucking-mura riki. as flustered as y/n was, she managed to step out the door to read this letter she'd awaited every day.

y/n didn't know how to feel, heartbroken or full of cheer that her first love was together. acting like she'd won the lottery, she entered the classroom so people would think it entirely worked out. not a tear dropped from her eyes, knowing there was plenty of time left.

storming out the classroom with the letter tucked into the length of her sleeve, she went to riki's classroom. seeing her eyes peep through the small glass window built in the door, riki brightens up and goes out to see her. they hug each other dearly, yet again, not letting a tear drop from either of their eyes. they spend that exact day together, as if they were a thing for the longest time.

"my house this friday, cool?" riki says as the dismissal bells rung.

#enhypen au #enhypen #jungwon #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni-ki #enhypen imagines #enhypen high school au #japanese au #love letters #enha #enha scenarios

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shummashum · 5 months

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Zeus Brundle Ch1 [13~17]

Oi Klaus! Do anything about it! You're the one who nominated her!!

But he said literally "I'm afraid I can't." oh shit

uh… He says kind words to her? Was he this kind of character

fuck my mouth I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry I was rude!! I made a huge mistake!!! I knelt down like this Please be lenient just this once please?

aw fuck I'm not sorry I'll do it my own

Then Remb called Klaus for a moment, and the two soon walked somewhere.

...

What do I do now? Is there any meaning to this party now. I don't know anyone here to begin with Save the introvert

Suddenly, somebody talked to her from behind.

ooh... Season 6 comrades are gathering more and more

This man named Caesar greeted Liz cheerfully, handing her a glass of juice.

But I know another side of you. I heard your route is quite… harsh? (I received confirmation!! They gave me a "very on the dot" comment on my previous guess)

But it seems like he’s being kind right now so I don't care!

Liz thought this Alfonse guy looked familiar… Well, blonde hair + violet eye combination is quite a characteristic element in WH sekai. But could I have inferred that he is Goldstein just by observing the current conversation without any prior knowledge? I'm not sure about this honestly

Actually, I was a little scared here, when he suddenly erased his smile. But! The kind-looking guy has the most unsettling heart! I'm not doing anything wrong

and it happened to skip the family-related story… something feels off. huh

Anyway, unlike those two idiots who had a bad attitude earlier, the conversation with these two is going very smoothly. It's plain sailing!

Hi…Hinomoto… I tend to be a bit surprised when that country is mentioned without warning. Please be careful? But why Hinomoto? Is there anything special there

E-Excuse me! It would be a good idea to ask Cae, but a local person is staying at the Academy! I'm definitely definitely definitely not suggesting Cae to give him a reason to appear, but how about asking him? Yeah??

Anyway, everyone is introducing themselves. Then maybe Zeus' route tastes like the pilot episode. Like, how will the story progress from Season 6, what are the personalities and characteristics of the new regular characters, etc…

and Cae's flirting is extraordinary. Koitsu tsuyoi

After the conversation, Liz left the auditorium to and get some fresh air. And she begins to worry whether she took the trial too recklessly.

Well… she indeed accepted the trial without hesitation, but what's wrong with it. It's a bit unexpected that the person I have to suck his ass is a fucking freak, but wouldn't it work out somehow

As she was walking, she heard the quite murmur of voices in the empty classroom.

So she tried to eavesdrop, but she failed and made a noise.

why do you always do that why please there has never been a time when she got the information straight agghhhh (pain)

But then Zeus appeared and dragged her behind the shadows, his hand covered her mouth. (did I get help in the end… it somehow hurts my pride)

Klaus assumed it was simply the wind and went back into the classroom. At least she didn't get caught

Honestly, I agree too. Can't you be a little more careful if you're going to eavesdrop. why do you always fail. Of course I know it was the writer's intention not to give away information from the beginning, but it's being pissed off anyhow

Anyway, Zeus said he was helping her hide and insisted that she should be grateful to him.

Erm… It's not that I'm not grateful but well you know? If I thank him now, considering his personality, he'll say "Oh, you're really thanking me you hopeless moron," and start scratching me again

Ahem Eat this

But I didn't want to make remarks of that level!!

I think I'm pretty much fucked you have to suck his ass and you're disobeying him right now oh god aohwaoahwoa I think I'm fucked I didn't do that! That's arbitrary behavior on her part

But fortunately, perhaps because he likes that kind of disobedience, he takes a rather kind(?) attitude.

But how can I know about you. We've just met each other and this is my first time playing your route

His words are like this but you know, the fact that he's giving her this much attention means she's made a pretty memorable impression on him. I don't think the situation is that bad

And that's how Ch1 ended.

Um, it was a pretty good start as a warm-up for Season 6... It was difficult to adapt to the new atmosphere, but the story was probably made to target that reaction, so um, well.

The real story will begin in Ch2 so I'm a bit forward to it. I hope the story will be as good as the cataclysm that occurred

(And you know, I'm in trouble. 30 photos are never enough. How. Help.)

#shumma plays wh

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keeneonmyself · 2 years

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TATBILB || Cobra Kai

Chapter 6

word count: 1.3k

Robby Keene x fem!oc (Sydney LaRusso)

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"Come on Anthony, we're going to be late for school." I urged my brother, standing already between the doors. He came out of the house and then I locked the door.

"I hate taking the bus. Can you please man up and start driving?" "Actually..." A car honked behind us.

Robby Keene opened the door and peeked out from behind it. "Hey, y'all ready?" He yelled. "Oh, hell, yes!" Anthony ran to the car.

I got in his car too. "Morning, LaRusso." "Hey, Keene."

"What's your name LaRusso junior?" Robby turned to see my brother in the middle of the backseat.

"Tony put on your seatbelt." I reminded my brother in the back seat. "Anthony, Tony for friends. Anthony, for you." My brother glared at Robby.

"How exactly do you know my sister again?" Anthony dug Robby. Keene chuckled. "I guess I'm her boyfriend." Now I chuckled.

"So you will be driving us to school?" My brother's pupils dilated in joy. "Yeah, sure," Robby replied while swerving out of the street. "Maybe you could call me Tony." Brother started to "approve" my boyfriend.

"Progress." Keene leaned over to me.

I was used to being invisible, but now, people are looking at me, talking about me.

Our plan was working out perfectly. And it was always showtime at lunch. We walked in, he had his hand in my back pocket, and everyone was looking at us. Then he turned me around so we were facing each other. Keene grabbed my hand and with the other one, he was searching for something in his back pouch.

"What are you doing?" I ground out between my teeth when I noticed Tory was looking at us too. "This is for you," Robby whispered as he showed me a small piece of paper folded into a square. Sydney with a heart, the paper had written on it.

He handed the paper to me and then put a strand of hair behind my ear as he leaned over and whispered to me: "Good job." We smiled at each other.

"See you in a bit, okay?" I tucked his hair behind his ears and then he was good to go to his table to have lunch with his friends.

It's weird and somewhat off-putting to be congratulated on doing nothing more than accepting a note and having an ass pocket for someone to stick their hand into, but I guess that's where my life has taken me.

I made my way out of the cafeteria after hiding in the back when Aisha appeared and pulled me into the nearest empty classroom.

"This Keene thing is insane! Who knew you had a secret boner for the king of the cafeteria crowd?" She was so into it. "I know, I'm just as shocked as you are." I smiled. I am sorry to lie to my only friend, but it wasn't a big deal.

"Did Sam freak?" Aisha asked. "Actually, you know, I've been avoiding her calls so she doesn't know yet," I confessed, avoiding her direction.

It wasn't until a few more days that I decided to call my sister.

"Hey, Sam. How's college? Did I mention I have a fake boyfriend? No? Yeah, it's Robert Keene." I rehearsed what I was going to say to her. I was sitting on my bed with my notebook opened in front of me.

"How did it start? See, that's a funny story because it definitely wasn't because I was trying to convince your ex-boyfriend that I wasn't in love with him, that's for sure." A fake conversation continued.

"Oh, shit." I lay, banging my head into a pillow. Skype beeped from the notebook in front of me.

"Hi." I accepted the call and smiled at my sister. "Hi, finally. I feel like we haven't talked in forever, so tell me everything." She looked a bit sleepy. It was really soon in the morning in Japan.

"Well... I'm just making cupcakes tonight for Tony's bake sale." I said literally the first thing that came to my mind. "Cupcakes? No. It's so much easier to make brownies." She chuckled and winked at me with good intentions of giving me advice. Mom and Dad both worked, so that left it up to me, but I'm not complaining.

"I already bought all the ingredients for cupcakes, and you're not really here, so..." "Okay, fine, do cupcakes. I'm sure they'll be great." Sam encouraged me. I was having a hard time breathing. It was hard, more like weird to see her after everything that has been happening lately.

"Have you seen Miguel, lately?" "Pff, no. Why would I be seeing Miguel?" I snorted absently. "I don't know, 'cause he's our neighbor? Is everything okay with you?" Sam suspected something was off with me.

"No, you know... no, no sorry. I am just so excited to get to these cupcakes. I think I'm gonna go and do that but it was so good to see you, Sam." I smiled at my sister.

"Wait, Sydney-" "Okay, bye." I nodded into the camera and left the call.

But really, I went down to bake the cupcakes. Except the flour spilled everywhere. I was about to put the first batch of cupcakes to bake when the doorbell rang.

"Hey." I looked up to find Keene on my front porch. "Who are you supposed to be, the Pillsbury Doughboy?" He grinned. "No, I'm making cupcakes for Anthony's bake sale." I sigh.

"Can I come in?" "Sure," I replied and opened the door more for him to come through. I went into the kitchen to put the cupcakes to bake. "You know it's easier if you make something you can cut into squares like brownies?" He closed the door behind him and followed me into the kitchen.

"Robby Keene, what are you doing here?" I leaned both hands on the counter. "Did you not read my note? I'm taking you to Greg's party." Said as if it was a known fact. "Oh, I'm not going to that." I moved my head from side to side and snorted. "Yeah, you are. One, Tory is gonna be there, and two, parties are in the contract." Keene insisted.

"Sorry, Robby, I can't." I motioned to all the baking stuff around me with my hands. "A deal's a deal." Robby folded his arms across his chest.

"You can't what? Is that Robby Keene?" My dad appeared out of nowhere. "Little Robby Keene, you're as tall as me now." Dad laughed. "Good to see you again, Mr. LaRusso." They shook hands. "You can call me Daniel." My dad winked at Robby.

"I'm here to pick up Lara Jean, take her to a friend's party," Robby straightened up to look obedient, "The parents will be home, and I will have her home early. Is it alright if we go?" "Yes." Dad smiled. "No!" I echoed. "I can't go. I have to finish these cupcakes."

"I think Anthony and I can handle some cupcakes. Why don't you go have fun with your friend Robby?" Dad walked closer to me and untied my apron, which he then massaged. "Get dressed, get changed, you look like a crazy lady." He pushed me over to the stairs. "Dad, don't, please." I mocked but it didn't help.

"No drinking. No drugs. No hands." I overheard Dad instructing Robby on the way to my room.

I shuffled a few things around in my room and opted for a black dress just above my knees. And a pale blue sweatshirt. I only did some basic make-up and then went downstairs.

"Ready?" Robby stood up from the couch. "Yeah." I smiled softly and walked straight to the door. It was mostly quiet on the way. I was texting with Aisha and he was focused on driving.

#tatbilb au #cobra kai #robby keene #miguel diaz #samantha larusso #cobra kai fanfiction #robby keene fanfiction #cobra kai ff #cobra kai writing #tory nichols #daniel larusso

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fadedncity · 2 years

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under your skin

wc: 4.2k

pairing: haechan x fem!reader

cw: enemies with benefits to lovers, angst, unprotected sex, oral (receiving), choking, spitting, fingering, a little bit of jealously and possessiveness, alcohol consumption, multiple orgasms, pet names, praising, sex while under the influence (all consensual of course), overuse of the word fuck, mentions of other idols, lowkey softdom!hyuck, a little too much plot than i originally planned

ik it’s a week into november but better late than never 👩🏽‍🦯

"Drink up, loser," Renjun handed you the bottle after you lost this round of never have I ever.

You didn't give the vodka the chance to burn going down your throat by using the gatorade Yangyang had in his cup as a chaser.

"God, that's awful." you cough, "And Minjeong, I'm never telling you anything ever again."

"That's how you play the game," she shrugged.

"I can't believe you fucked someone in the library." Jaemin shook his head, disappointed.

"You can't even talk. You fucked in a classroom." you shot back.

"That's different. It was empty, and the door was locked." Jaemin defended.

"Yeah and? It was in one of the study rooms. You think we just did it out in the open up against a bookcase?" you say

"Who was it?" Sungchan asks.

"That, I'm never telling."

"She didn't even tell me that," Minjeong tells him.

"Damn."

"Come on. Please, please, please just tell us!" Ningning begs.

"Nope," you say, getting up from your seat.

"Where are you going?" you're asked when you get up.

"The bathroom," you yell over your shoulder.

After checking your makeup in the mirror for the last time, you exit the bathroom and head to the kitchen to get yourself another drink.

"Hey," you hear someone call your name.

You scream when you're face to face with the Nun makeup Chenle has painted his face with. But the moment you hear his laugh, you realize it's Chenle and thankfully not the thing that has haunted your nightmares from time to time.

"You know I literally hate that movie," you hit Chenle's arm for almost giving you a heart attack.

"You're so cute when you scream," you didn't even have to turn around to know who it was to say that.

Dressed as a vampire—with the fangs, fake blood, and everything—the man you've been avoiding all night.

"But you sound even better when it's my name you're screaming," Haechan says, his fake fangs grazing the shell of your ear.

And you hate to admit it, but his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. Haechan knows his words had some effect on you when you were silent.

"You look good," Haechan's eyes drank you in.

The red and black corset hugged your body nicely, just as well as the matching leather pants Haechan was exceptionally appreciative of because of how good your ass looked in them.

The leather jacket with Live Fast Die Clown embroidered on the back and your hair in two pigtails, the ends dyed red and black, made you look like you walked straight off the movie set with Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn attire.

"Thanks," you say sarcastically, "Now move." you try to go around him, but he continues to stand in your way.

"Don't be like that, baby," he put on a fake pout.

"Move."

"No," he smirked

"Haechan, for fuck's sake-"

"You're so hot when you're angry."

You wanted to strangle him.

"Shut up, Donghyuck." you gritted through your teeth.

"Make me then." he challenged

You wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Or kiss him. That line between anger and lust is getting real blurry the more you drink. But you just scoffed and pushed past him, going back to your friends.

. . .

Your entire night has definitely been ruined. And you want nothing more than to erase the image you had just seen.

Everything was fine. You were having a good time until you spotted Haechan across the room. With his tongue down someone's throat.

You can't believe you let that out of all things ruin your night.

You don't even know why, you don't even like Haechan—oh.

The first time you slept with Haechan, you told yourself and him that that first time was the last. But obviously, that was a lie. Once Haechan got a taste of you, he wanted more and more, and you kept coming right back to him.

But no matter how many times he made you cum on his tongue or how loud he made you moan his name, when around the rest of your friends, you still act as if nothing has changed. You'd still go at each other's throats just to end up underneath him only hours later. You can't say you haven't grown less annoyed with Haechan and actually enjoy being with him.

If anyone were to hear any of your thoughts right now, they would probably think you're crazy or pathetic.

"Everything okay?" you hear someone ask you.

You raise your head to see Jinyoung's concerned expression.

You aren't really friends. You two speak, occasionally, about school or whatever. Never an actual conversation without your mutual friend, Shotaro, present.

But you're sure as hell glad to see him right now.

"Huh? Oh yeah, just in my head," you answer him.

"Nice Harley Quinn, by the way," he complimented you.

"Thanks. Let me guess, Joker?"

"Younghee and the boys dragged me out last minute this was the best I could do," he shrugs.

"I'm not saying you look bad."

"Could I get you a drink?"

"Sure," you follow him back into the kitchen.

"So what are you doing at a party if you seem so miserable? Especially looking as pretty as you do." He says as you watch him pour the clear liquid into plastic cups, "Is there someone's ass that needs to be beat?" Jinyoung asks, making you laugh.

"No," you take the cup he hands you, "And I'm not miserable. Well, I'm definitely not, now." you see the corners of his lips turn up, the red lipstick smile stretching wider across his face.

"You wanna talk about it?" he offers.

"It's a long story-"

"We're taking shots," Jimin interrupts before just walking away, assuming you'd follow. She turns right back around, almost crashing into you, "and bring your friend. He's cute," Jimin attempts to whisper, but with as intoxicated she is, Jinyoung heard every word she said. Jinyoung gives you a look saying, why not, and the two of you follow Jimin through the crowd.

By the time you've made it to the living room, a big crowd surrounds the table, and you find out that when Jimin said shots, she meant body shots. Seeing Sunwoo lick up the line of salt on Yiren's stomach before taking the lime out of her mouth with his own. Both Sunwoo and the crowd roared when he finished, and then he spotted you with Jinyoung.

"Y/n! Baejin! you next!" Sunwoo jumps off the table and pulls the two of you to the front. The cheers grew louder, waiting for you to put the salt on whatever body part you desired.

"We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it," Jinyoung said in your ear, so you could hear him.

"I know," you take off your jacket, "But I want to," you hop onto the table.

Jinyoung smiles at you as he stands between your legs, and you both wait for Yeji to pour the shots. After you lay the salt down your cleavage, Yeji hands you a shot first, and you take it before you put the lime in between your lips for Jinyoung. When Yeji gives Jinyoung his glass, you take it before he can and place the glass between your boobs, smirking at him.

You feel Jinyoung's warm breath fan across your chest, and it sends goosebumps all over your skin. Jinyoung's eyes lock with yours as he takes the shot glass from between your breasts with his mouth before knocking the drink back. His hot tongue glides over your skin, picking up the salt before his lips brush against yours, taking the lime out of your mouth. The crowd erupts into cheers as Jinyoung victoriously spits the lime out of his mouth.

The alcohol was starting to make your skin feel warm, or maybe it was Jinyoung's arm securely wrapped around your waist guiding you through the crowd of people.

You can't say you're surprised to find yourself in a corner making out with Jinyoung. His hands all over you, touching you in all the right places, he slips his tongue into your mouth. Just as you begin sucking on the wet muscle, you feel yourself being pulled away from him.

"We need to talk," Haechan snarls in your ear.

"I'm a little busy, don't you see?"

"Now, y/n."

"Is this the long story you were talking about earlier?" Jinyoung whispers in your ear.

"Yup."

"Got it. If you still need me, you can come and find me," Jinyoung winks at you before walking away, leaving you with Haechan.

"Something wrong, Hyuck?"

You threw him off by calling him Hyuck. You rarely, if ever, called him Hyuck. He likes it and wishes you would keep saying it.

But that's not important right now. He takes your hand and brings you upstairs. Haechan brought you to his bedroom, and you threw yourself onto the bed, getting comfortable.

"What are you doing?"

"Laying down," you answer.

"I meant downstairs. What the fuck was that?"

"It's a party. I'm having fun," you say obviously.

"I'm pretty sure you can do that without Bae Jinyoung's tongue down your throat."

"Fuck you. You're acting as if yours wasn't just down Lila's."

"She kissed me first!"

"Didn't seem like you wanted to stop her," you roll your eyes.

"What, are you mad?" he asks.

"I'm not fucking mad. You're the one that dragged me in here."

It was silent for a minute, the two of you not knowing what to say to each other.

"I'm not doing this with you, Haechan," you speak up

"What?" your words worried him.

"This back and forth. Acting like we want nothing to do with each other when the thought of someone else being with you makes me sick. And I fucking hate you for doing this to me," The alcohol in your system is definitely the reason you're being so upfront with Haechan. You're going to regret opening your mouth so much when he breaks things off-

"So, you like me?" you didn't even have to look at him to know he's got that smirk on his face.

"My God, Hyuck, I fucking hate you-" he kissed you.

"Cause it'd kinda suck if I was the only one pining here." he says

When you look at him, you search his face for any playfulness or even a hint of deceit. But you couldn't find any. You've never seen him so sincere.

"Hyuck, if you're fucking with me, I'll kill you."

"I promise you, I'm not," he held your hand. "I want no one else to be with. Nobody else to call mine. No one but you," he softly pressed his lips to yours.

You've never been kissed so passionately it's making your chest explode with a bunch of emotions you've never wanted to admit you feel for him.

"Besides, I'd be crazy to give this pussy up," he smiled against your lips.

"There's the Haechan I know. How romantic," you deadpan.

"If you still don't believe me," he pulled you into his lap, "I guess I'll just have to show you, then." he brought his lips to your neck.

"Then I guess you will." you play with his hair.

Of course, you believe him. But if he wants to fuck your brains out to prove it, you're not gonna stop him.

Haechan pushes the jacket off your shoulders and silently instructs you to lay on the bed. Hovering over you, he kissed you as you began untying the cape he was wearing. You tugged on his shirt, telling him you wanted it off, and he broke apart from you long enough to pull it over his head and land on the floor next to your jacket.

You loved almost nothing more than the feeling of his skin against yours. Haechan's lips traveled down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin. Haechan makes sure to leave his marks on you when he reaches your tits that were practically spilling out of the corset. You can't wait to wake up and see the work of art he's left on you tomorrow morning.

"You look so pretty like this baby," Haechan kneels between your legs, looking down at you, "All breathless and needy beneath me."

You try to lightly shove his shoulder, but he catches your hand before you can and lightly pressed a kiss to your palm. The simple gesture makes your stomach do somersaults.

"As good as your ass looks in these, they need to come off," he says, popping the buttons of your pants. Somehow getting the skin-tight leather down your legs faster than you ever could, even with some assistance.

You didn't allow him to see you before the party, knowing he would've had no self restraint with how good you look. And you spent too long getting ready to just have let Haechan fuck it up in twenty minutes, tops. But the "lucky you" printed on the front of your cute lace panties told Haechan how serious you are about your costume this year.

You widened your legs for him to comfortably settle between them on his stomach. He grips the flesh of your thigh as he begins softly kissing you, starting at your knee. Haechan couldn't resist the urge to sink his teeth into your thigh, marking up your pretty soft skin. You quietly mewled, making him look up at you as his bottom lip dragged across your skin.

Hooking his fingers in the band of your panties, Haechan pulled them down your legs. His breath fanning over your wet pussy made you shiver. He used his fingers to spread your lips and saw your swollen clit begging for attention.

"Haechan, please.."

"All just from a little kissing, and you're already soaking wet for me."

He spits onto your cunt, enjoying the way his saliva and your arousal mixed together. The act turned you on so much, you thought you were gonna go crazy.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as he looked up at you with hooded eyes before his tongue finally licks a stripe up your slit. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and softly squeezed your thighs in his hands, burying his face into your pussy.

Haechan takes his time, languidly making out with your lower lips and sucking on your clit. One of your hands ran through his hair, stroking his head. You feel his tongue begin to prod at your hole, the soft wet muscle easing inside of you. Your fingers softly tug at his purple locks, his nose nuzzling against your clit.

"That feels so good," you moan.

He moaned back in response, letting you know he's enjoying this as much as you are. The vibrations from his mouth and his blunt fingernails digging into your skin added to your pleasure. Your hips began to grind against his face.

When he lifted his head, you whined, no longer feeling his mouth on you. You looked down at him to see him hungrily lick his lips. Two of his fingers soon took place of his tongue, and your hips lifted off the bed, feeling his slender fingers stretching you.

"Hyuck~" you whimpered and held onto his other hand.

"Baby, I'm right here," his thumb stroked the back of your hand, "You close, princess?"

"Yes, s-so close," you answer breathlessly.

Haechan hummed as he dipped his head back down and took your clit back between his lips.

"Oh- fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Your muscles tense, and Haechan held your hips before they could lift off the bed. Your grip on Haechan's hair tightened, roughly tugging his roots. He quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue to catch every drop of your juices as you came. He was drunk off you and couldn't get enough of how you taste.

"Hyuck, s'too much-" you hiccup, pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

"Sorry, babe, you know I can't help it. I love it when you cry for me," he says.

Sadistic little shit.

Hovering over you again, he lowers himself to meet your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue when he pushes the muscle into your mouth. You never break apart from his lips as your hands travel down his torso. When you reach the buttons of his pants, you almost rip them from how impatient you are to get his clothes off. After Haechan had kicked them off his legs, you slipped into his underwear, wrapping your hand around his semi-hard shaft. Haechan bites down on your lip when he feels your thumb swipe over his slit, smearing the beads of precum up and down his cock.

"Baby, quit teasing me like this," he says against your lips.

You smile into the kiss before you push him onto his back and straddle him. Cupping his face in your hands while his took purchase on your waist, you could feel his cock sitting between your folds. The feeling had you dragging your hips against his.

A muffled groan could be heard from Hyuck as he could feel how wet you were through his underwear. You began pressing kisses down his neck and marking his skin just as he had done to you.

You feel Haechan's hands snake around your back, undoing your corset to get the damn thing off. Once you were completely naked on top of him, he didn't hesitate to cup your breasts in his hands and begin pinching and tugging on your nipples.

"Hyuck," you gasp, grinding your hips into his even more.

"Fuck, baby. If you keep doing that, you're gonna make me cum before I'm even inside you."

You chuckle at the thought of Haechan cumming in his underwear like a teenager.

You lift yourself out of his lap and finally get rid of his boxers. His fully erect cock slapped against his stomach before standing at attention. You were so tempted to take Haechan into your mouth just to get a taste of him, but you needed him inside you. Gripping the base, you line him up with your entrance, slowly easing down onto his cock, bottoming out.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as Haechan watches your face twist up from the discomfort of his cock stretching you.

"You're okay. I got you," Hyuck rubbed your back.

Once you were comfortable enough, you began to slowly rock your hips into his. You lifted yourself off of him briefly before sinking back down on his dick.

"That's it, baby, taking me so well," his voice dropped, and you could feel a shiver running up your spine.

"Hyuck?"

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Yeah?" he asks with a grin, "As you wish, princess," he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, and he slid his cock back into you.

Your eyes roll back from feeling him deeper inside you than in the previous position.

"You sure you can take it, sweetheart?" he teases

"Yes," you eagerly nod.

"Let me hear it, baby."

"I want you to fuck me so badly. Please Hyuck, I need it—I need you."

He slid out of you almost all the way before slamming his hips back into yours. You fisted the pillow beneath you, burying your face into it.

"Like that?"

"Y-Yes, just like." you whimper.

The headboard began knocking against the wall, matching the rhythm Hyuck was fucking you with.

Watching your ass bounce against him, Haechan couldn't resist slapping your ass, leaving his handprint on your skin. You were so lost in the feeling of his thick cock ramming into your pussy all you could do was moan his name.

You felt him begin to slow down his movements as he just watched your pussy swallow his cock over and over again. You fit around him like a glove.

"Shit, princess, your pussy feels so good." he panted, fingernails digging into your ass. "Your pretty little pussy was made just for me, isn't that right?"

"Yes, j-just for you."

"Say, my name, baby."

"Haechan," you cry as he pulls out, leaving only the tip inside you.

"Louder. I know you can do better than that." Haechan slammed his hips into yours.

"Hyuck!" you yelled.

Even with the music blasting on the other side of the door, you wouldn't be surprised if anyone heard you screaming his name. Which is exactly what Haechan wanted.

"That's it, princess, let everyone know whose pussy this is," he grunted in your ear.

"It's yours, Hyuck. All yours. Only yours." you looked back at him, blinking away the tears in your eyes.

He pressed his hand down on your back, getting you to deepen your arch and push your hips further back into his. You knew that drool was pooling out of the corners of your mouth as you felt Haechan deep inside you, rearranging your guts.

"Haechan, please, please..s'good," you slurred.

Your walls fluttered around his cock, the slick of your pussy assisting him in fucking you at a brutal pace. You bit down onto the pillow, not able to get over how good Haechan always makes you feel.

For a brief moment, you're left empty as Haechan had pulled out of you to flip you onto your back so he could see you.

You involuntarily clenched around him again, seeing him above you. His beautiful skin, sheen with sweat, purple hair messy from all the times you ran your fingers through it, his soft, plump pink lips begging to be kissed.

You grabbed him by the necklace dangling in your face and pulled him down to meet him with a kiss. Your legs wrapped around his torso, making him fuck you deeper, and you moaned into his mouth. He broke apart from you to see how pretty you look writhing underneath him.

You grab his hand, bringing it to your neck, silently telling him what you want. Hyuck wrapped his fingers around your throat, slightly restricting your airway. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching.

"Hyuck, I-I'm so close.." you manage to get out.

"Yeah, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock?"

"Please," you nodded.

"Cum for me, princess," he mumbled against your lips.

Haechan's breathy moans filled the air as his hips stuttered against yours, and he came inside of you. Warm ropes of his cum, painting your insides white. He dropped his head to your shoulder, softly kissing your skin. You still held onto him as you came down from your high.

He pressed kisses to your cheek before finding your lips.

When he pulls out of you, he can't help but watch the way his cum drips out of you.

Haechan doesn't let you get up, wanting to take care of you like he always does after sex. After cleaning you up, he looks through his clothes to give you something to wear.

"Here," he hands you one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

You're thankful because you really weren't trying to put your costume back on. Especially since Haechan didn't even give you a chance to think about going back to the party when he pulled you back to bed and sat you in his lap.

You just couldn't get enough of Haechan's lips. If you could, you'd kiss him forever.

His hands slipped under your shirt, groping your tits. It hasn't even been ten minutes, and he was already trying to start you up again. But before he could slide his hand between your thighs, his bedroom door swings open.

"Hey, Hyuck, have you seen—No fucking way."

Both you and Haechan turn to see Jaemin standing in the doorway uncontrollably laughing.

"Jaem, what happened?" you hear Jeno's voice.

"y/n and Haechan. They're fucking!" Jaemin laughed before taking out his phone.

"No way. Guys, we found them!" Jeno yelled down the hall.

Next thing you know, your friends are in Haechan's room—they might as well have moved the party into the bedroom—and begin grilling you two.

"When did this start?"

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Is he the one you fucked in the library?"

This question got everyone to shut up.

"I thought we agreed not to tell anyone about that," Haechan says to you.

"Oops."

"As her best friend, I don't count," Minjeong says

"So, does this mean you two are together? Or are you just hate fucking or something?"

"Yes." "No." you both speak over each other.

Both your answers confused everyone.

"Yes, it started out as hate fucking," you say.

"But now..?" you're asked.

Everyone awaits the answer.

"Yeah, we're together," Haechan kisses your cheek, and heat rushes to your face embarrassingly.

"Aww, you guys are so cute."

"Finally, I thought you two would never do anything about all that sexual tension," Chenle, still looking as creepy as ever in his costume, says.

"Sexual tension? Please," you scoff.

"I mean, there would be times I couldn't tell if you would either kill each other or just start going at it right then and there," Mark says

"Okay, okay, we get," Haechan said. "Now, can you all get out, so I can make sweet, sweet love to my girl all night long." he nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Oh my god."

"Gross."

"Ew, I take it all back. Please go back to hating each other."

a/n: ngl i was a little nervous to post this so please please lmk what you think. feedback is appreciated!!

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

#attack on titan fanfiction #eren x y/n #tw dubcon #bully eren yeager #bullying #toxic eren #yandere eren x reader #eren x reader

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taihjj · 2 years

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Jujutsu bitches at a party

Suguru & MeiMei | F!Reader | implied NSFW

Summary: These two honorary, horny, and SMEXY Milf and Dilf @ a party tryna get sum fucc outta your durh🙄

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Geto Suguru

Dont trust him when he says he's the one taking everybody home

He is LITERALLY Gojos BFF

NOW, PARTY, Gojo kept handing him drinks every minute or two

"that's enough, Gojo"

"but dude (Y/n)'s here, you gotta impress her. She once told me she likes dudes that handles their liquor well"

Bitch- you didn't tell shit

Suguru was too dumb to speak

Simp boyo ALWAYS LIKE U AND SHOWS IT

Always compliments you, tucks your hair behind your ear, uses shitty excuses like tying your hair because "he's better at it than you" just to get close since you're 2 years younger than him.

The moment Gojo knew, mans playing "cupid"

Gojo just really likes playing match maker so that he'll shit on it for the rest of y'all's life

Geto probs knows what he's up to but like?? Head empty. (Y/n) Only.

Drinks till drunk

Total flirt. TOTAL. FLIRT.🚨🤬TOTAL🤬FlIRT🤬🚨

but only for you, babes

he doesn't slur or anything but damn HES THE KIND OF BITCH THAT LOOKS 100X HOTTER WHEN HE DRUNK WITH THAT SULTRY EYES I-

MAan spreads with his polo shirt buttons loose, having his arms hanging on the side of the lounge

his eyes following your body till he grabs your hand to leading you on his thighs

"you taste Real good tonight", he leans to whisper on your ear

TASTE?? SIR HOWLD ODHN-✋🙄(😩)

powszy went brrr I swEar.

you were equally drunk because Gojo told you that Geto likes party girls ( don't get a Gojo friends istg)

you SmIrkEd, running your hands on his chest with your face turning to face his, leaning to his ear, nipping on the lobes of his ear

"then why don't you eat it?"

Dicc got up earlier than sun rise🤪 Ahahaha kaboohmzs

No words. Y'all left and probs banged but the after care though is 🥰💞✨✨

ughh🙄 just imagine the face of Gojo when you and Geto entered the classroom together.

Mei Mei

Did u just say mommy? yes

She DEFO had her eyes on you since Jujutsu high

Always smirking, leaning waaaAAy to NeEAR to your face when she visits Tokyo branch

Youre just so snarky yet so innocent makes her kidney jump. Jesus!

She LOOOOVVVEESSS making you flustered and stutter, crumbling underneath her sight.

Sadist❤️

so at the party, you we sitting by the lounge just enjoying your drink while everybody was trying to get laid

smiling, humming with the song and swinging your lil oh legs with the beat

kinda plain and normal shit right? but Mei Mei had other thoughts

Damn she just knew you look so ✨Submissive and Breedable✨

RAWR

She makes her way to your seat, a strong and sly look

You can tell shes near by the scent of her Expensive ass perfume and the familiar click of heels

The dip of the leather couch caused your breathing to hitch

"Lonely?"

You can tell it's playful and with intent uhhh to what? To fucc u durh🙄🙄

Sister girlie didn't even give you a HOT minute to answer before her fingers glide on your thigh, slowly gripping the flesh

"I know you always wanted me to fuck your little cunt till your eyes turn white"

"You think I don't feel your burning eyes whenever I'm not looking at you?"

AaAaaaAAAhhhhhhHhHHhHHHHh

*Moans in Hornee

You leaned to MeiMeis touch, nuzzling your drunk ass and even if u ain't u still nuzzling to her chest in comfort

"let go somewhere then"

MeiMei looks at you with her eyes analyzing you as if asking for something, waiting

"please?"

with the innocent and pearly shiny eyes *slaps knee U GETTING RIPPED TONIGHT

GOod to say you have now acquired a sugar mommy 💞

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen masterlist #geto suguru #suguru x reader #jjk meimei #meimei x reader

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silverrstarrr · 3 years

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I have a massive headache right now and I'm suffering mentally but you know what can make it better? yuuji 🤨💓 so these are headcanons.

OKAY STARTING OFF BEFORE ANYTHING, I like to base my hcs off of Canon characters.

it's Canon that yuji doesn't really like hoodies, he just wears them on a wim. But if you wanted to do those little "my boyfriend gave me his hoodie" type of thing, he'll be BUYING THOSE MFS.

Yuji also likes TV, so if you guys ever hang out—expect to binge watch shows

I think yuji would be willing to try k-dramas

I also think yuji is a sucker for romance genres 😋

He doesn't say it but I can tell he thinks they're interesting.

He'll pick up things from the show/manga and do them with you

Yes, it's also Canon yuji reads manga. Said so himself 🙄🙏⁉️⁉️

He's literally the perfect guy for a person who likes anime

Eats spicy food

I can see him eating spicy Ramen a lot lol

You'll just come to his room and see his trash bin filled with empty plastic bowls of spicy Ramen

He's talkative

Not in a bad way? At least it's always interesting and funny. Especially because of his face expressions

For me, I typically like people who talk a lot or are extroverts. I only feel comfortable talking a lot around my siblings.

Even if he doesn't show it, yuji not knowing his parents really makes him upset. :/ (IM NOT A MANGA READER***)

Since he likes TV, most definitely plays video games

But he only play passive games such as Animal crossings and minecraft. Roblox...? Eh, but he does have an account.

He also plays Genshin, smash bros and Mario cart.

He mains Kaeya, I don't make the rules.

Texts? Funny asf, he sends memes and reaction photos/videos. I see him sending short messages. Ex:

"Uhhh"

"Wanna go get some"

"Food⁉️😋"

I think Yuji favorite romance anime would be "Say I love you" or "fruits basket".

Again, YUJI LIKES ROMANCE ANIMES

That doesn't mean he's lonely and wants a s/o, he just finds them interesting and very warm/cute

Is a good cook

I mean he used to live by himself? Since his gramps was in the hospital. I doubt all that time he just ate junk and snacks

He also taught megumi how to make meatballs 😋

He likes it when you kiss those scars under his eyes while you run your hands through his hair.

Always uses your lip balm

You pester him to buy his own but he says he keeps forgetting. Which is the half truth, he just like sharing things with you.

Smell? Well...when he's fresh back from a mission—musty as hell💀🙏

Idk, I feel like he seems like the type to smell bad easily because they sweat fast.

His body wash scent is most definitely Hawaiian.

At first he was using yours because he hated how the guy ones smell and the names....

The boys soap: "backwoods grizzly bear balls😈👹⁉️🐻🦾🦅💀👺 " vs the girls: "sweet vanilla flower field ☺😚💗🌸🦄🦋🌺"

Itadori refuses to smell like a bear's ballsack cause wtf.

You got tired of finding your soap 1/4 everytime you were about to use it

So you started buying him his own soap

You didn't want to him to smell to girlish, so you settled on a neutral scent; Hawaiian.

Ever since then, he's been buying that scent

Ofc he didn't care if he smelled like a "girl".

Yuji would just shrug it off and say it smells nice

Most definitely likes to kiss your neck

Sometimes you'll just be chilling in his lap and his lips are all over you.

He even leaves hickies/markings

When you asked him about them, he just scratched the back of head and said "uuhh."

Yuji isn't a possessive person but it doesn't hurt to show a little every now and then

He placed them there to mark what was his

Doesn't care what you wear at all! He's so amazed and would egg you on to buy more outfits like that.

But in public, he'll wrap his arm around your waist just incase people were looking at you.

Sukuna doesn't talk much to you.

Only to say comments to yuji that's all.

Likes feeling your body BUT NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY

You two could literally be cuddling and he'll slide his hand up your shirt and leave it there, some time he'll cup your breast.

Hes a small soon but doesn't mind big spoon.

Grabs your ass randomly.

In public, he'll walk past and give it a little squeeze and pretend nothing happened.

UHHH NSFW WARNING?

Yuji is a switch for sureeeee

I always have this image in my head when yuji is sitting down in a chair while we're hovering over him, jacking him off as we're making out🙏🏃🏾‍♀️💨

then his face is all hot and bother UAGWGEHEHEH. God, I wish I was blessed with the ability to write good smut.

He has a thing for mutal masturbation

Or he'll tell you to sit on his lap as he fingers you while whispering sweet praises into your ear.

"You're doing so good baby, cum all over my fingers—m'kay? "

Has a huge praise Kink, TELL THAT BOY HES DOING A GOOD JOB HE DESERVES IT😭♡

he's down for whatever. I feel like he would try out everything you wanna do, even if he thinks he won't like it.

I dont he'll be into pegging? But he MIGHT try it.

Most definitely likes ball gags, maybe tie him up even.

Likes when you edge him

He's also a big fan of giving.

I feel like he cares more about pleasing you than himself.

He enjoys eating you out more than fingering.

Despite being an ass guy, he likes missionary a lot.

That doesn't mean he won't do doggy style every now and then

Likes it when you ride him, reverse cowgirl 🙄🙏

You know how some guys don't really moan during seggs? They just groan/grunt well that's not yuji.

Baby's a moaner <3

He doesn't really realized how much of an affect he has on your body.

He could be overestimulating you but too busy focusing on how cute your little mewls are and you squirming under him.

Only after you're a complete mess and breathing heavily, he realizes what he does to your body. "Damn, I really did that?😦"

He would literally finger you under the desk at school and wouldn't even care.

You're up there twitching while you're trying to write notes.

When the teacher calls on you, his pace will speed up.

Once you're done, he'll use your underwear to wipe his fingers off.

After class you'll ask him why he did that and he'll just respond with "hm? What?😦"

The bad thing is, his composure is completely normal and calm. He doesn't seem guilty in the slightest.

He just grabs your hand and pulls you down the hall, asking if you'll hang out with him completely discarding what he's done in classroom 😭

Has a thing for creampies

I feel like Yuji comes a heavy load 😭 so be prepared to fill completely full by the first round.

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Okay, that's all folks for today. 🤨 I'll write more about yuuji and maybe even a smut one shot when I get the hang of writing it 😭. I wouldn't mind HELP AT ALL (I'm actually asking for help, I need guidance 😋).

Imma take some advil for this headache, cause man. Thank you for reading! I also take request. 👀

#x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk yuuji #jjk x reader #yuji itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #jjk smut #gojo saturo x reader #megumi x reader #itadori yuji headcanons

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bakubub · 3 years

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Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakusquad #mha x you #mha katsuki #bnha imagines #bakugo x female reader #mina mha

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ Wooyoung- School President (Oneshot)

Genre: light angst, suggestive/steamy, high school au.

Pairing: SchoolPresident!Wooyoung x badgirl!reader

Warnings: none.

"Miss L/N, detention after school till 4 p.m." your chemistry teacher said, making you mentally groan. It was the last class of the day and you were dying to go home, but now you had to stay for an extra hour. All your classmates turned to look at you, but they weren't surprised. "You still haven't submitted the assignment."

"Can I just submit it tomorrow?" you asked in a bored tone.

"No, you were supposed to submit it a week ago," she said, gathering her stuff to leave the class. "Detention with Mrs. Hwang today." You heard people around you snicker. Well, fuck. Mrs. Hwang was the strictest teacher in school. Even you were scared of her despite your badass attitude.

You got up from your seat, leaving the classroom with an annoyed expression on your face.

"Detention again, Y/N?" your bestfriend asked as she made her way to you with your other friends.

You rolled your eyes. "Ms. Jang will never fucking let me live in peace. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you said, making your way to detention.

You were surprised to find the room empty. Usually, there would always be about three or five students. Since no one was here, you decided to ditch; you would skip school the next day so that your teachers will forget about it. You turned around to leave, but ended up bumping into someone, slightly startling yourself.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your school president and heartthrob—also called 'senior's eye candy' at your school—Jung Wooyoung.

You had to admit, he was certainly the most handsome guy you've ever seen. Jung Wooyoung was absolutely perfect. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You were sure half your school tried to hit on him despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to make sure that you won't escape detention as Mrs. Hwang is busy, so take a seat," he said, moving around you to sit on a chair and taking a notebook out of his bag.

You always found Jung Wooyoung very interesting. Other guys like him—the nerdy ones—can't even talk to you, let alone look you in the eye. Jung Wooyoung was the complete opposite.

You sat on one of the chairs, immediately taking your phone out.

"You can't use your phone here," Wooyoung said, not looking up at you from his notebook. "Why don't you complete your assignment?"

You scoffed. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at you. "It's not affecting me in any way, so I don't care. However, Ms. Jang is gonna fail you again if you don't submit your assignment."

You knew he was right. And that annoyed you; you really just wanted to shut his pretty mouth up.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking out a notebook and the assignment sheet to start working on the reactions you had to write.

However, you were completely blank. You didn't know or understand a word given on the sheet. You bit your lip as you stared at the sheet, wondering what to do.

Finally, you took out your phone and googled all the reactions, easily finishing the assignment in less than half an hour.

"You know, you won't be able to copy during finals," Wooyoung said, closing his notebook. "Even if you're copying now, at least learn what you've copied."

"I didn't ask for your comments," you retort. He was about to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hey, baby," he answered. " . . . I'm in charge of detention today . . . Oh, that's okay," his face fell slightly. " . . . No, it's alright. We can go some other day . . . Hmm, I love you too. Bye!"

You snorted, feeling bad for the boy. You were surprised someone as smart as him hasn't figured out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him. You've seen his girlfriend shoving her tongue down random people in the club, and hitting on people at your school. You remembered how shocked you were when you first found out that she was cheating on him; because why would anyone cheat on someone as perfect as Jung Wooyoung?

"You can leave now," Wooyoung said, getting up from his seat. "Detention is over." You nodded, leaving as fast as you can, just wanting to go home and sleep.

"Your grades aren't very bad, but they aren't great either, Y/N," your class teacher said. "You'll get into an average college with these grades. But I know you can do much better. So I've asked one of the prefects to tutor you in Chemistry and Physics."

You groaned. "Can I do it by myself?"

"You wouldn't do it by yourself," she said. "Anyway, Jung Wooyoung will be tutoring you. Discuss and decide your timings with him. I expect you to score well on the next exam. I do not want to see you fail in any subject again." Before you could say anything, the door to the staff room opened, revealing none other than Jung Wooyoung. "Ah, Wooyoung, I just told Y/N that you will be tutoring her," she said. "I'm expecting you to do a great job."

Wooyoung smiled. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Park. But Y/N must put in efforts or else there's no point," he stated in a polite tone, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that's true," she turned to look at you. "I'm expecting nothing but your best efforts, Y/N." She's always expecting something, huh, you thought. You only smiled, bowing politely.

"I'll do my best."

"What the actual fuck is this?" you mumbled, staring at the lengthy derivation written in Wooyoung's notebook. He rolled his eyes, so tired of hearing you say that to literally everything you saw written in his notebook.

"Ah, why did they have to make me tutor you of all people?" he whined. "You clearly haven't paid attention in class for even half a second."

"No one told you to accept it," you said, ignoring his last comment.

"I had to," he scoffed, stretching his arms out, making you glance at the veins on his arms. "Extra credits, you know?"

"Nerd," you muttered under your breath. He heard you, but didn't say anything. He began teaching you how to derive it; you paid attention for the first few seconds before zoning out. When you zoned back in, he asked you to explain what he just explained. You bit your lip, thinking of what to say.

He sighed. "You didn't pay attention again."

"I zoned out, sorry."

"That's what you said for the previous derivation," he said, a disappointed look on his face while he packed up his things.

"You're leaving already?" you asked, glancing at the time on your phone; you still had twenty minutes left.

"I'm not going to waste my time teaching you right now," he said. "You clearly aren't in the mood to focus." You only scoffed, watching him leave the library. You bit your lip, feeling kinda bad for not paying attention when he was making an effort to teach you.

The look of disappointment he showed you had somehow made you determined to prove that you could focus and do better.

You were at Wooyoung's house, sitting on his bed and scrolling through your social media while waiting for him to finish changing out of his uniform. You spent an entire two weeks studying your ass off, and you were proud you made a big improvement, thanks to Wooyoung. He was quite surprised that you were actually making an effort to understand whatever he taught you. You both even became friends, and you were quite happy about that.

"I'm done," he said, coming out of his bathroom, making you look up from your phone. You held your breath at the sight of Wooyoung dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You couldn't stop yourself from checking him out: the veins running down his muscled arms, his exposed collarbones, his sharp jawline, his plump lips . . .

You were so immersed into checking him out, you didn't realize he was doing the same to you. He loved how your uniform skirt rid up your thighs, and how another two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of your cleavage. Before you knew it, he was slowly making his way towards you, eyes now locked with yours.

"Let's start, hmm?" he said with a smirk; he knew you were checking him out.

You clear your throat a little. "Yeah, let's start."

You spent the next half an hour trying to pay attention to whatever Wooyoung was teaching you. It didn't help that he absentmindedly placed his hand on your knee, or brushed your hand with his; he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind kept wandering to the things you want him to do to you right now on his bed.

" . . . and now you should tell me," he leaned a little close to you with a smirk, making your heartbeat speed up. "Which formula should be used?"

"Fuck this," you muttered, pushing the books aside before straddling Wooyoung's lap.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, and you crashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed you back, hands moving to grip your waist. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you have been dreaming about kissing Wooyoung the second he talked back to you a year ago.

You pulled away to litter his neck in kisses, sucking the skin gently. He groaned softly, making you smirk. "Fan of neck kisses?"

"You have no idea," he said, hands moving underneath your skirt to grip your bare inner thighs. He gave it a squeeze, making you involuntarily grind down on him. He moaned at the feeling, encouraging you to do it again. You moved your lips back to his, grinding on him even more. Wooyoung's hands slipped into your panties, grabbing your ass to help you grind down on him faster. The friction made you moan, craving for more. You tugged on his shirt, breaking the kiss to let him pull it off. You ran your hand down his toned torso in awe, loving the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. Your eyes widened at the tattoo above his hip bone. "You have a tattoo?!"

Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving you off of him so that he could hover over you. "Mhmm, bet you never expected the nerdy school president to have a tattoo, huh?" Your hands moved to his hair, playing it with while he began to kiss your neck, driving you crazy.

Wooyoung kissed down your chest till where your shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced up at you, fingers toying with the buttons. "Can I?" he asked. You nodded, letting him unbutton your shirt and slip it off you. You sucked in a breath when he ran his fingers over the lacy material of your bra.

"Take it off," you whined, making him chuckle.

"Patience, baby," he said, one hand gently rubbing your thigh.

But you really didn't have any patience right now.

You brought his lips to yours while you moved his hand to touch you where you desperately needed him, surprising him a little. He kissed you back hungrily while his finger moved on your clothed clit, applying pressure, making you get wetter. Your moans made him smirk; he loved how he was the reason behind it.

You both got startled at the sudden sound of his garage opening. He halted his movements, pulling away from you instantly.

"One of my parents is back from work," he said, quickly putting on his tank top and handing you your uniform shirt. You quickly buttoned it and straightened out your hair; you really did not want Wooyoung's strict parents to suspect anything since they already did not like the idea of him tutoring you in his final year of high school.

Wooyoung's father knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, finding you and Wooyoung busy writing equations.

"Oh, hey, dad! How was work?" Wooyoung asked with a sweet, innocent smile like as if he wasn't smirking a few minutes ago while touching you.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," you said politely.

"Hello, Y/N," he said. "Work was all right, as usual. How is your tutoring session going?"

"Good, dad," Wooyoung said, trying to control himself from smirking. "It's going really great."

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harmoni-me · 3 years

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hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

Also can we just talk about this gif? It makes me so happy...This artist is so good too like WHOA! Check them out!

“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

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『Boku No Hero Academia』

Angst + Fluff Headcanon

↬ Bakugou saying something mean to his crackhead energy S/O

Request: Bakugo having a s/o with crackhead energy and then he says something mean and the next day she's all quiet and calm even though she's still sad and bakugo tries to apologize to her 😔👉👈

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki

Warning: Lots of cursing (what's new rite?), bakugou being an emotionally constipated gremlin, a tad bit of angst with a fluff ending

Genre: A tad bit of angst but with fluff ending

Words: 1.2k

NONOI PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE SINNED---- Lmao i mean,,, I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! 🥺🥺 GDI ILY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I LOVE THIS REQUEST MUAH also I'm really not good at writing hcs rip,,, I think it still counts since I put it in bullet (arrow) points?? But it feels like a whole ass oneshot so forgive me,,, 😭

➳ Katsuki is getting sick of you, every passing moment.

➳ Your voice may not be as loud as Present Mic, but it's enough for him to hear it from his place.

➳ And it annoys him.

➳ How you look every time you tell a joke to your friends. How your beautiful voice rings in his ears like a melody every time you laugh.

➳ How he would snort a bit when he heard your jokes. How he would think of you as cute when you are so excited over the smallest thing.

➳ All of it annoys him to no end. All he wants to do is to shut your pretty little lips up with his own.

➳ And today just seems to be the perfect day to do so.

➳ Except without using the desired method.

➳ You had innocently approached him just like usual, trying to strike up a conversation with the hot headed boy.

➳ You kept on talking and asking him so many casual things, while occasionally sliding in a joke or two.

➳ "Why are you so silent today, gremlin boy?"

➳ You asked while gently patting his back.

➳ And that was the last straw. You touching him had triggered something inside of him that he doesn't want to.

➳ But Bakugou Katsuki isn't your local homie. He's an emotionally constipated guy with anger issues.

➳ So obviously he expressed what he was feeling in the wrong way.

➳ "Would you shut the fuck up already?! I'm sick of listening to your damn voice everyday! They're so damn loud and my ears could burst if I hear them one more fucking time!"

➳ The whole classroom went silent at his outburst. You, of all people, was shocked at his loud voice telling you off. You suddenly felt like a little kid who was getting scolded by your parents for the things you didn't do.

➳ After he realized what he had said, he jerked his head towards you, his eyes were showing so much regret. But you were too occupied with your own feelings to realize that.

➳ "A-ah...I'm..sorry, Bakugou….san. I didn't mean to annoy you...I-I'm sorry."

➳ You bowed your head to him before making your way to your seat. Katsuki kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the right word to say, but the shock of you calling him with an honorific made him forget about all the vocabulary he had learned from the past 16 years he's alive.

➳ In the end, the day passed by like usual. Katsuki never got the chance to speak to you. Well, even if he tried to create one, you kept avoiding him so it's not exactly working out.

➳ The next day came and as if fate is trolling with the both of you, Aizawa had assigned the both of you together for a project, along with some of your friends.

➳ You were unusually quiet the whole time, and only chimed in when ABSOLUTELY necessary. Even then, you would make sure that your voice is as low as possible. Sometimes it's even too low to the point Kirishima asked you to repeat what you had said 5 times.

➳ You usually would goof around a lot when working in a group, especially with Kaminari, and slide in a joke at every possible timing. But that didn't happen today. Not after what Katsuki had told you anyways.

➳ The atmosphere of your group was so tense that Mina kept shifting in her seat, showing how uncomfortable she was with the awkwardness.

➳ Katsuki noticed how at some point, your face brightened as if you just found something interesting and you opened your mouth, probably to talk about it or make some dumb jokes to lighten the mood but not even a second later, your eyes met his and your mouth slammed shut. He noticed you biting your lips as if to prevent yourself from saying anything.

➳ By the end of the discussion, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be free from the tense atmosphere.

➳ Eijiro talked to Katsuki about you. He knew that the explosive boy has a crush on you so he didn't understand why he would say something so mean yesterday.

➳ "It's none of your fucking business, shitty hair."

➳ Eijiro would just sigh and tell him, whether it's his business or not, you deserve an apology.

➳ Katsuki hated to admit it, but Eijiro's right. You do deserve an apology. In the first place, he was in the wrong for lashing out at you like that just because he was embarrassed.

➳ So he did. He texted to ask you to wait for him after school in the classroom.

➳ You were a bit reluctant to do so. Plus, Shouto and Ochaco don't recommend you doing it too after what he just said to you.

➳ But you kiiiinda feel like giving him a chance after Eijiro convinced you that Katsuki truly is going to apologize.

➳ You waited for him in the end. The classroom is completely empty now that everyone has gone back to the dorm.

➳ You don't exactly know why you had to wait for him in the classroom when you two were literally in the same class a few minutes ago, but you kept your mind positive.

➳ Maybe he was just trying to calm his nerves before apologizing or something.

➳ Not too long after that, he finally showed up. He looked a bit out of breath, as if he was running to get there. You immediately tensed up as you saw him stomping his way to you.

➳ “Uh...L/N, I’m...fuck, I’m sorry for saying whatever I said yesterday.”

➳ It took you a moment to process what he just said. I mean, you’re having a hard time trying to decide whether his apology is sincere or not since he’s putting it like that.

➳ “O-oh….it’s okay, I..don’t really mind. As you said, I’m really annoying so I’m the one who should apologize here---”

➳ “Fuck! You’re not annoying, goddamnit!”

➳ His outburst yet again shocked you and you were trembling a bit in your seat. I mean, having to face someone who curses a lot in such an intimidating manner IS a scary experience after all.

➳ “You don’t have to cover it up, you know? I really am annoying so--”

➳ He glared at you to shut your mouth before continuing.

➳ “I don’t mean anything bad by what I said. I just meant that it’s annoying how your voice sounds like a soothing melody to my ears! And how beautiful your smile is and how your touch make my heart goes fucking wild. Those are what annoyed me!”

➳ At this point, he’s already blushing so hard you thought he could burst. Well, you could say the same for yourself though. The unexpected confession left you feeling some things for the gremlin boy.

➳ “I’ve said what I want so I’m going back! Don’t you fucking dare to tell anyone about this or else I’ll murder you!”

➳ With that, he left the classroom and you alone. You probably need to talk about him more on this matter next time since the feelings are mutual though.

➳ And Katsuki didn’t need to worry about you spreading out what he said to others since that job has already been handled by Mina, Denki and Hanta.

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