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yandere-daydreams · 5 months

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Title: Idolification.

Pairing: Yandere!Itadori Yuuji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: No Curse/College AU, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Prolonged Stalking, (Unintentional) Emotional Manipulation, Oral Sex, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader's 27, Yuuji's 22), Intimidation, Brief Mommy Kink, Pepper Spray, and Obsessive Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

“It was an accident, you don’t have to—” Yuuji was cut off by another splash of milk, quickly followed by another jet of water. Her makeshift treatment was harsh, the temperature alternating unpredictably between ice cold and scalding hot, but Yuuji took the abuse with a smile that was almost bright enough to distract you from the red, aggravated skin around his eyes. Almost. “It’s alright,” he managed, eventually, doing his best not to sound like he was being slowly drowned in your bathtub. “Believe it or not, that’s only the second worst thing I’ve gotten in my eyes.”

Knowing him, it was probably closer to the fourth or fifth, but that did little to ease your guilt. He’d been leaving as you were getting home from your second twelve-hour shift of the week, and from there, it’d been a comedy of errors. He spotted you coming down the hall, haggard and bleary-eyed, and saw the babysitter who’d spent more summers than not keeping him (and, by association, his older half-brother) out of trouble before their family fell off of the face of the planet, and reacted the way Yuuji reacted to most things – with open arms and a contagious smile. You’d looked at him, a far cry from the kid you’d spent so much time looking after, and seen a very strange, very grown man loitering outside of the door to your shoebox of an apartment before charging towards you with a manic expression and, well, you had always wanted an excuse to use the pepper spray you carried near-religiously. It was only a shame it had to be on someone as sweet as Yuuji.

Now, you were on your knees on the floor of your bathroom, your fingers tangled in Yuuji’s hair as your roommate gently waterboarded him with a cartoon of organic oat milk in one hand and your decade-old showerhead in the other. The front of his t-shirt was soaked through, his lung half-flooded at least, but he was still grinning like you’d greeted him with a blank check and a litter of puppies. “Honestly, it’s on me,” he insisted, his enthusiasm too potent not to be genuine. “Miss Shoko mentioned she was living with someone.”

At the mention of your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, your attention shifted to the woman in-question. You weren’t an idiot. After the shock died down, it hadn’t taken long for you to piece together why a young man would be rushing to get out of your apartment while your attractive (albeit, socially dead) roommate was home alone. When she met your prying eyes, you shot her a pointed glare. “Cradle rocker.”

She threatened to turn the showerhead on you, but relented as soon as you flinched away. “He’s in one of my classes,” she muttered, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft groan. “We’re out of milk,” she said, shaking the empty carton. “Let his eyes air-dry. I’ll be in my office – come get me if he starts crying again.”

“I’m a doctor too, y’know.”

“You’ll be a doctor in another year. Right now, you’re an intern.” She eyed Yuuji wearily. “An intern who physically assaults her patients, at that.”

Without any real way to retort, you stuck your tongue out – a gesture Shoko mimicked as she slipped out of the crime scene that was your bathroom. Despite Shoko’s advice, you fished a towel off the nearest rack and handed it to Yuuji, who accepted it with a grateful hum. “I really am sorry,” you repeated, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just, it’s been so long, and you look so different, and god, it’s been—”

“—ten years,” Yuuji filled in, probably tired of hearing you repeat the same two excuses. “I remember, ‘cuz you invited us to your graduation that year. I wanted to go, too, but Gramps got sick and…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with an airy chuckle. “You know how it is.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “I loved your grandfather. How is he?”

Yuuji’s smile wavered for the first time. “He passed, actually. A few years ago.”

Fuck.

If the building was going to collapse and bury you in the rubble, that would’ve been the time.

“Sukuna’s doing good, though,” Yuuji went on, kind enough to pretend there hadn’t been a lapse. “He opened a restaurant a few months ago. It’s a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but it’s been keeping him out of the ring.” His expression brightened. “And you’re a doctor! I mean, I knew you would be, but you’re a doctor!”

You felt your face heat up his brother’s name, your eyes falling to the tiled floor. “Almost a doctor. I just started my internship.” And they’d already managed to work you half to death. “You’re in med school, right? Shoko never teaches undergrad.”

“It’s my first semester,” he said with a slight laugh. “It’s harder than I thought it’d be, though. Miss Shoko offered to give me a few pointers, but, y’know—” He sighed, let his head lull back. “I’m starting to think I’m just not smart enough for stuff like this.”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of thing about yourself. You’ve always been—” You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp, clapping your hands together. “If you’re struggling, let me help you study! I have tomorrow off, and I promise, I’m not as strict as Shoko.”

Immediately, he straightened up, your towel still strung around his neck and his smile returned to its full brightness. It only dimmed slightly when he glanced down at his damp shirt. “…there won’t be as much pepper spray this time, right?”

His smile was as contagious as it’d been when he was still a kid, begging you to let him stay up yet another hour past his already-lenient bedtime. Despite his bloodshot eyes and your lingering, only slightly lessened guilt, you found yourself biting back a grin.

“No pepper spray, this time. I promise.”

“Room for one more?”

She glanced over her shoulder as you struggled past the jammed sliding door, taking a moment to evaluate your stiff shoulders and strained smile over the thick frames of her glasses before nodding curtly. Your relief was immediate and all-encompassing. Honestly, you should’ve known better than to do anything but shake your head and flee the country when Yuuji invited you to hang out with a few of his friends, but he’d sworn up and down that it wasn’t a party and promised that you wouldn’t be out of place and pouted in a way you’d never been able to resist. You were starting to think that, no matter how old you got, you’d never learn to say ‘no’ to Yuuji.

The blaring music was only vaguely muffled by the glass, the blurry outlines of other guests playing behind thin curtains. There was a red solo cup in your hand, a lipstick stain on your cheek from a girl who’d passed out half an hour ago, but you were hyper-aware that you were too old to be at a college party with people at least half a decade younger than you, in the best cases. You braced yourself against the balcony railing with a soft groan, crossing your arms and hanging your head low enough to warrant a hum of sympathy from the woman next to you. She held up a box of cigarettes – the cheap kind you and Shoko used to split on the days you had to decide between food and rent – and you accepted her offer with the kind of gratitude you could only assume a starving lion would’ve shown to a limping gazelle.

“Maki,” she said, shaking one into your open palm and fishing a lighter out of her pocket. “You’re one of Itadori’s friends?”

“You could say that.” You let her light you up before taking a shaky drag, the bitter taste a welcome distraction. “I’ve been tutoring him for a few weeks. I think he just invited me as a way to say ‘thank you’.”

Her eyes flashed with recognition, the corner of his lips turning upward for the first time. “You’re the chick who used to babysit him. (Y/n), right?”

“He’s mentioned me?”

“He won’t shut up about you. Every other word out of his mouth is ‘(Y/n) this’ or ‘(Y//n) that’.” She tapped her cigarette against the edge of the railing, sending a few flakes of ash fluttering down to the street below. “Megumi gets it the worst, but we’ve all had to see the fucking pictures.”

“That… that sounds like him.” You forced out a half-hearted laugh, then wavered. “I’m sorry, pictures?”

Maki opened her mouth, but the balcony door was jerked open before she could respond. Yuji appeared in the open entryway, cheeks flushed and grin wide. He drawled your name in a single slur before moving on to more important topics. “We found a—We found a karaoke machine! ‘gumi thinks he can get it running!”

You sent Maki an apologetic look, but she only shrugged, a sliver of a grin. “Better get him tucked in.”

This time, when you smiled back, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

It took a month for Yuuji to start ‘forgetting’ his textbooks when he came over for your little study sessions.

It took three for Yuuji to drop the pretense of studying at all – calling you out to some late-night diner or lethargic early-morning café or, better yet, showing up at your apartment door unannounced and empty-handed with only that unnerving smile and a half-baked excuse to spend time with you.

It took six for his hand to drift just a little lower than your shoulder while you watched some awful, b-rated horror movie on your well-beaten couch. You let him reach your waist before clearing your throat and shifting away, your smile pained.

“I… I think you should probably leave,” you half-mumbled, your voice shaking. “It’s getting late.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Predictably, Yuuji was undeterred. His persistence used to be endearing, but now, it just felt unfair. “I don’t mind sleeping over, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night together.”

A nervous laugh, his hand planted just a little too close to your thigh. “I wish you wouldn’t phrase it like—”

“I mean, I know I’m your type.” It was almost impressive, what he could say with such an innocent expression. His free hand found its way to your other side, pinning you between the arm of the couch and his broad chest. “I know you had a thing for Sukuna, and everyone says we’re practically identical. That means you should be into me too, right?”

“Yuuji,” Your eyes darted to your phone, left absent-mindedly on your coffee table. The urge was there, but it wasn’t like he would actually hurt you. He’d always been a sweet kid – a little overzealous, but that wasn’t a crime. This was just… a bad decision, one you had to stop him from making before he did something he’d regret. “Sukuna is my age, and—”

“I don’t care about that.” He cut in swiftly, definitively. His bright eyes had glazed over, catching the dim light of your T.V. as he leaned in further, as his face came to hover less than a full breath away from yours. “I’ve loved you since I was eight. Can Sukuna say that?”

“That’s not—”

“I know you used to fuck him.” His chest was touching yours, now, his breath hot against your skin. “I know you’d fuck him again, if he was here. I know—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. It was a weak blow, simultaneously hesitant and instinctual, but your open palm made contact with his cheek with a deafening crack, his head snapping to the side and putting that much more distance between his body and yours. He moved to cup his swelling cheek, and you took the opportunity to slip out from underneath him and stumble to your feet. “I think you should leave,” you repeated, the words spat hastily enough to blend together. “Please, Yuuji.”

For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Then, he turned to face you, his smile wiped away and his expression so blank, you couldn’t remember how you’d ever looked at him and saw anything other than void.

He didn’t say anything, only pushing himself to his feet and shambling out of your living room. You kept your eyes on the ground until his footsteps faded out of earshot, until you heard the front door creak open and slam shut with enough force to shake the walls.

When you were sure he was gone, you collapsed onto your couch and laid motionless while an actress screamed in the background.

“Your golden boy’s asking about you, again.”

You groaned, buckling at the waist and burying your face in your arms. Shoko glanced up from the exams she was grading, but whatever sympathy she might’ve felt apparently didn’t warrant the effort it would’ve taken to reach across the table to comfort you. “Satoru’s been getting it, too,” she went on. “That’s how you know it’s bad. I can’t remember the last time someone managed to talk over that narcissist.”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t remember how many times you’d already apologized for Yuuji’s recent fixation. “He’s… probably just worried about his grades, or something.”

Her lips quirked into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I was helping him study,” you admitted, reluctantly. As much as Shoko had to hear about your unruly patients and patronizing coworkers, you’d been less open about how much time you were spending with a student fresh out of undergrad. “He’s never been that good with school. I used to have to help him with his homework in elementary school, too.”

This time, she decided your conversation was important enough to earn her full attention. “Itadori’s one of my best students.”

You felt your chest tighten. “But, the first time he came over, you were tutoring—”

She said your name, curt and blunt, and you went quiet. With a sigh, she shook her head, dropping her pen entirely. “When was the last time I offered to personally tutor a struggling student?”

You swallowed dryly. “Never.”

“And when was the last time I gave our full address out to literally anyone?”

“Never,” you said, again. After a second, you added, “Well, there was that one time with Iori…”

“Not the point. I know you don’t want to hear it, but the kid’s a creep. You might have to—”

She was cut off by your phone buzzing against the table. Your eyes scanned over the caller’s name scrawled across the dim screen before moving back to Shoko, her gaze now narrowed into a sharp glare. “Don’t.”

And, for a second, you didn’t. You convinced yourself that you wouldn’t. You told yourself that, after you bought Satoru around of drinks as an apology, you’d do… you’d do something about Yuuji, even if you weren’t sure what you could do, just yet.

Then, you let yourself picture the kid you used to watch for a few dollars an hour while his grandfather was sick and his brother was on the other side of town doing something dubiously legal at best, dead in a ditch at worst – all wide eyes and scuffed elbows and lopsided grins. You let yourself remember the way he’d ramble about his day after you picked him up from school, and how excited he was the first time you made it to one of his school’s sports days, and how he’d clung to you and sobbed the day before his family moved to the other side of the country. At the time, you’d been thankful to have one less responsibility, relieved that you’d never have to see Sukuna again. You’d been selfish, even for a kid.

The phone was in your hand in a moment, the call answered in another. You stood as you brought it to your ear, hoping that would be enough to block out Shoko’s mumbled cursing.

“Yuuji?”

The silence in your car was thick, nearly suffocating.

It’d been one of Yuuji’s friends calling from his phone – the dark-haired one with the monotone voice, barely audible over the blaring music of whichever nightclub they were standing outside of. He’d asked you to, in his own words, ‘come get your problem child’, and when you’d asked why Yuuji needed you specifically, he’d only handed the phone back to Yuuji and let you listen to a full minute of whining, your name the only coherent thing to make it off of Yuuji’s tongue. Shoko urged you not to go, and yet, twenty minutes later, Yuuji was slumped over in your passenger seat, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in an uncharacteristic frown.

He was less talkative than he’d been on the phone. The clingier stages of his inebriation had passed, leaving room for a disassociated sort of passiveness that meant, even if you’d been brave enough to try and start a conversation, his response wouldn’t be anything worth that kind of effort. By the time you reached his apartment complex, the knot sitting at the pit of your stomach was equal parts dread and second-hand embarrassment, but you tried to keep your tone light as you turned to him. “It’s time to get out, Yuuji.” And then, when he failed to move, “You’re on your own from here.”

He looked at you, eyes unfocused and hands folded almost childishly over his lap. You softened more than you should’ve at the sight. “…do you need help getting home?”

A second of thought, a quick nod. You shouldn’t. You knew that you really, really shouldn’t.

And yet, somehow, you found yourself in front of Yuuji’s door, fussing over the lock as Yuuji clung to your side, his face buried in the dip of your shoulder. He was cooperative enough; able to stand on his own with minimum swaying but not so lucid that it took more than a gentle suggestion to lead him to his bedroom, where he was more than happy to collapse onto his unmade bed. With a shaky exhale, you turned to leave, but something caught on your sleeve – Yuuji’s hand, when you could bring yourself to check.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his voice dampened by the sheets his face was buried in. “Please?”

You felt your throat go dry. “I can’t.”

You expected him to go shrill and whiny, but he proved to be a touch more mature than the ten-year-old you used to babysit. Rather flatly, he asked, “Why not?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Would it be good enough to say that you didn’t want to, that you couldn’t spend your night looking after a drunk kid you’d known a decade ago, that you’d already done more than you should’ve just by giving him a ride? Was it worth trying to talk to him at all when he could barely hold his head up? Would it do anything to soften the burn of the bile rising into your throat to point out that, the last time you’d been in the same room as him, he’d tried to—

No, it wasn’t and it wouldn’t and you had to leave. With your heart racing in your chest, you tried to jerk yourself out of his hold, but his vice-grip only grew tighter, his head rising up from the mattress just enough to let him stare at you with those big, bleary eyes. “Why not?”

“Yuuji, this isn’t—”

He was so, so much stronger than he had been, the last time you’d seen each other. One second, you were on your feet, at his bedside, and the next, you were on the floor of his bedroom, forced onto your hands and knees while Yuuji’s body pressed into yours from above. “I love you,” he said, his voice as steady as it’d ever been. “I love you, and I—Fuck—” He panted against the back of your neck, something uncomfortably stiff grinding against your ass. “It makes me so fucking hard when you say my name like that.”

A hand slipped under the hem of your top, his palm pressing into the small of your back. You moved to speak, then thought better of it, biting into your bottom lip as your anxious squirming turned to full-blown struggling. Yuuji only laughed, the noise airy and affectionate, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you that much closer to him – making it that much more impossible to get away. His free hand worked clumsily at your top; drawing it up and over your head. You fought against it at first, but froze the first time you felt something stretch a little too far, heard fabric tear. This couldn’t happen, but you absolutely couldn’t be stranded in Yuuji’s apartment with no clothes and no way out.

With his face buried in the back of your shoulder, he cupped your chest, catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching with just enough force to draw a low, strained whimper from the back of your throat. “So cute…” He nuzzled deeper into your neck as his touch drifted. Your skirt was drawn downward – a long piece, something you’d thrown on without much thought – then discarded completely, his own shirt wrestled off in the same motion. You felt his fingertips slip under the hem of your panties, but he pulled away and straightened his back, instead. For a second, you let yourself believe that he’d come to his senses, that whatever sick idea he’d gotten into his head had finally worn off, but the arm wrapped around your waist only drew tighter, hauling you off of the floor and into his arms. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the edge of his bed, and Yuuji sunk onto his knees between your open legs.

“I know you’ve probably slept with other people – aside from my brother, I mean. It’d be nice to find out you haven’t, though.” His tone was distant and dreamy. He was still drunk, but not drunk enough for how he’d been acting earlier. Not drunk enough for what he was doing now. He traced the pad of his thumb over your clothed slit, keeping a hand curled around your ankle to keep you in place. “I used to hear you with Sukuna – in his car, and his room, on the couch after you two thought I’d fallen asleep …” He trailed off into an airy laugh. “He likes to show off – always has. If he wasn’t my brother, I think I’d kill him.”

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss into the inside of your thigh before shifting his attention to your pussy; his tongue laving over the thin material covering your cunt. You were crying, now, openly and audibly – your choked sobs almost loud enough to block out Yuuji’s quiet groans and pleased grunts. However his obsession might’ve made him think he felt about you, your distress didn’t seem to affect his appetite. Your panties were pulled down your legs and slid into some unseen pocket. With the last barrier between you and him gone, he was free to trace his tongue over your slit, to latch onto your clit and suck in a way that made you want to bury your face in your hands and scream. You tried to – crossing your arms over your face, but any sound you tried to make was quickly strangled into a broken moans as his tongue fucked shallowly into your pussy. It was invasive, disgusting, but your body didn’t care. You felt cunt clench around him as his nose ground into your clit, his need for air irrelevant while he spread you open with his tongue. Your thighs clenched shut, attempting to block him out, but his only response was a reverberating groan – and hand on your thigh encouraging you to squeeze him that much tighter.

You couldn’t tell which you hated more; the unwanted stimulation or the fact that your body was reacting to it, heating up where you needed it to go cold. As he sunk further into you, ate you out like a beast starved, you clenched your eyes and willed yourself to go numb, to ignore the sloppy sound of your slick on Yuuji’s lips. It was useless, though, as futile as trying to ignore him in the first place. Your back arched off the bed, legs twitching where they hung limply over his shoulders, and—

—and Yuuji pulled away with a sharp gasp. He was on top of you before you could process that he was moving, his mouth crashing into yours before you could think to avoid him. The kiss was brutal, rushed; all teeth and tongue and lips shoved against yours with enough force to bruise. The only hint of tenderness was the soft, satisfied noise he let out as his tongue raked across yours, the bright grin painted across his lips when he drew back from you. “It’s alright.” He brought a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and brushing away tears with his thumb. “I’ve slept with other people too, ‘cause I knew I’d need a little practice to catch up with you. Could never go all the way, though. I just thought about you, and…” He blushed, simpered, like he thought he could pass himself off as the shy, lip-biting schoolboy with your slick coating his chin. “I guess I just didn’t really want anyone else to touch me. Not when I knew I’d see you again.”

A horrified sob bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal in your chest. Yuuji didn’t seem to hear it, only sighing as he pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything,” he muttered, his hands falling to your waist. “I want to take care of you, tonight.”

You watched in stunned, paralyzed horror as he pushed himself to his feet, as he hastily worked off his jeans, his boxers (the dark material already notably stained with proof of his arousal). You made one more feeble attempt to squirm out from underneath him, to get away before his attention turned back to you, but confused and betrayed and so, so exhausted, you didn’t stand much of a chance against Yuuji. All he had to do was glance your way, his expression as warm as it was soulless, to leave you helpless against him.

He was eager enough not to reposition you, not to draw this out with the pretense of romance. With one hand on your hip and the other planted near your head, he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and forced himself into you, bottoming out in a single thrust.

It was agony – pure and unrelenting. Any semblance of gentleness, of restraint fell away as soon as Yuuji was inside of you, as soon as your hyper-sensitive cunt clamped down around his cock. He cursed under his breath before collapsing, his chest pressing into yours as he tried to bury himself that much deeper inside of you, to chase the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth. As hard as you tried not to think about Sukuna, Yuuji hadn’t been lying when he said they were alike. He was just as insatiable as his brother had been any time you let him but his hands on you; just as rough in the way his hips ground into yours between sporadic thrusts. There’d been bruises, the next day. At least Sukuna had been the type to make sure he was gone by the time the damage set in. You doubted Yuuji would be so kind.

“I—I’m sorry,” he managed as he buckled into you. Panting against the dip of your shoulder, he took your hips in his hands and dragged your ass of the mattress, his brutal pace stuttering as he found a new angle to abuse. “Next time—I’ll be gentle next time, I just need to—”

His cock hit something soft and sensitive inside of you. Reflexively, your hands shot to his back, your nails finding skin and tearing. The moan Yuuji let out in response was nothing short of sinful; hitched and guttural, ragged and loud enough to block out the wet, slick sound of his cock pumping into your cunt. “M—” His hand wraps around your thigh, catching you under the knee and dragging it towards your chest, letting him fuck into you that much deeper, that much faster. His face never left the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid to give you space to breathe. “Mommy, ‘m sorry, I need to—”

His teeth sunk into your throat as something hot and thick flooded into your cunt, as your body went stiff and your vision burned white. While his climax was sudden, intense, the peak to a decade’s worth of patience, yours had to be dragged out of you despite your attempts to hold it back, to deny yourself pleasure in the vain hope that it’d somehow be able to convince Yuuji to stop what he’d already finished. It seemed to hold you there in that state of dark, distorted euphoria for minutes – Yuuji’s movements turning slow and languid as he nursed you through your orgasm.

Eventually, mercifully, he went still, going limp above you with his canines still planted in the curve of your neck. If there was any pain, any other unwanted burdens he could force onto you, you were too lost in your own despair to notice, too distant to feel anything other than the mildest tinge of dread as he pulled back, raising his head just far enough to stare down at you, adoration heavy in his eyes and his grin wide and love-struck.

A small, naïve part of you found the sight suffocatingly familiar, while the rest could almost convince itself that you were looking at a stranger.

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Bad :: S.Mingi

(Bamb's ver.!) Bad Rich boy! Mingi x Criminal! reader

📙: Mingi grew up around his picture perfect family and friends, making him crave someone else who was different. So when you try and steal from him at his parent's gala, he takes the opportunity to see what it's like to be truly bad.

⚠ : Unprotected sex, sex in a public place, use of restrains (reader), biting, oral (f + m receiving), breeding kink (mingi), multiple rounds, slight stalking (Mingi puts a GPS on the reader when she escapes), robbery, mentions of smoking cigarettes, Song Mingi is basically obsessed with the reader, use of toys, phone sex, masturbation (m + f), choking, sex tape (mingi gets it), glamorization of stealing, Mingi has a robber/robbery kink (or just that you do it)

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Diamonds were truly a girl's best friend.

They sparkled and glimmered in even the darkest of lights, breaking through the darkness with ease constantly. It was something that everyone wanted and it was something that people had to drop serious money on to get.

But, why just stop at diamonds? Why not get the money same money they would spend on that diamond and take it? Money makes the world go round, and diamonds come from that world.

Hell, why not just take the whole world?

"Invitation please." You smiled at the usher, reaching into your small purse to pull out the gold card, the invitation to the charity gala sparkling in the moonlight. Your eyes never left the ushers, your charisma and eyes making the poor man gulp, his hands suddenly becoming shaky as he examined the card before handing it back to you, moving to the side so that you could enter.

You thanked him softly, placing the card back into your purse before entering the large venue, the usher's eyes now on your back as you strutted inside. Your eyes scanned the filled venue, searching for a bar or a waiter to get a drink from. Your eyes landed on a server who was walking around with champagne flutes, snatching one gracefully from her stand before you made your way deeper into the crowd. The crowd seemed to part at your will as you walked, their eyes and whispers now aimed at you, trying to figure out not only who you were, but if you came with anyone.

You were used to people looking at you, basking quietly in the gazes and attention before you chose a table that sat by the window.

Perfect.

As you sat down, a group of men approached you with hope in their eyes, asking you questions about yourself. Your lips formed a polite smile as they introduced themselves to you, fighting amongst themselves for your attention. However, your attention wasn't on their words, but where their wallets were. Your eyes would move quickly to their wallets as they pulled them out to hand you their business cards, hoping you would call them. Their movement gave you the view of all their cards in the wallet, along with if they carried cash.

You mentally memorized their card numbers before you chose to see if they had any personal items you could take from them, as that would be a better deal for you. Who would be willing to buy some random millionaire loser's card information when you could bring in their gold Rolex watches?

"May I see your watch?" You asked, peering up at the man through your eyelashes, smirking internally when the man gulped. He pulled up his jacket sleeve to show you his watch, the diamond-covered watch making your heart leap. Your fingers skillfully removed it from his wrist, looking it over with great interest as the guy tried to convince you to come home with him tonight.

That wouldn't happen, but you appreciated the offer.

You smirked as someone called for the man you were speaking to, nodding for him to go talk to them. As he ran off, you slipped the watch into your purse before standing up, looking for another man. It was much easier to steal things off of a man: to you, they were more willing to let someone else hold their things and walk away than women.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for someone who looked stressed (they were more likely to run off or forget something). However, as your eyes scanned the room, your eyes met with eyes just as intense and alluring as yours. You felt your body stiffen at the sight of the man leaning against the bar, the sleeves of his black button-up shirt rolled up to show off his even more expensive watch. Your eyes went to the watch before returning to the man's eyes, as if he was controlling where you looked at. Every time you tried to look away, he seemed to pull you back in.

He looked different than the other guys at this event: he had short black/blonde hair, shades sat on his head, rings on each of his fingers. He was tall, around 6 foot. He was definitely your type, which was refreshing to see. You decided to have some fun for once, approaching the man with a confident smirk on your lips.

Mingi smirked also as you approached him, sitting up from the bar he was leaning against to give you a proper view of his body.

He could tell that you weren't someone his family invited: you looked far too sexy to be someone my family would associate with. He had grown up around the type of women at this party- their necks adoring pearls and their activities either being tennis or horse riding. Mingi had no interest in a woman like that, though. He was much more interested in the woman who now stood in front of him with such alluring eyes.

You reached your hand out to gently shake his, the tips of your fingers meeting his wrist and watch, grazing the bottom of the latch. Mingi didn't seem to notice as you pulled your hand back, leaning with him against the bar as you both ordered drinks.

"You weren't invited, were you?"

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the attractive man's question, surprised that he was able to tell. You gently picked up your glass of wine, taking a small sip of it as you maintained eye contact with the male, trying to read him. "Already making assumptions? You haven't even asked for my name."

"Will you tell me your name?" Mingi asked, his thick rings clinking against the sides of his whiskey glass as he continued to lean next to you. You took the chance to glance once more at his watch before your eyes returned to his, deciding to give him your name. You would usually give a fake name, but there was just something about Mingi that made you want to tell whatever he wanted to know. Maybe he just had that aura about him.

"Y/N. What about you, rockstar?" Your words made Mingi smirk, glad that you told him your name. It fits you. At your nickname for him, he chuckled softly. "Rockstar? How did you come up with that?"

"You seem like a rockstar to me," He looked so cool, like he wouldn't spend his evenings here, but would be instead out in a club or something. You could just tell when someone is cool or is faking it, and Mingi wasn't faking it.

His deep voice vibrated through you as he moved closer, as if his name was secret and he wasn't the son of the people who were throwing this gala. "Mingi. My name is Mingi, beautiful."

"Beautiful? So now we're doing nicknames?" You asked playfully, your smile growing as Mingi nodded, his own smile appearing on his lips. "I thought we were using nicknames for each other. You called me Rockstar, I call you Beautiful." His words made your stomach tighten, arousal slowly pooling your panties at the confidence that covered his lips and voice. Your hand moved to his arm, slowly moving up his forearm to his bicep, holding eye contact with him as you tilted your head up at him, smirking when you saw him gulp.

"I wasn't complaining, I liked it" Your confidence was so addicting to Mingi, his mind short-circulating as your hand slowly moved back down his arm to his hand. You took the opportunity to walk closer to him, pressing your body against his. You could tell Mingi was having a hard time focusing on you, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips down to your body, as if he was trying to memorize how you looked so that he could get off on it later. Good, he would never see you again, so you might as well give him something to remember you.

Mingi was so distracted that he didn't notice when your hand moved down his arm again, your fingers skillfully unlatching his watch before pushing it away behind you, your purse now blocking it from his view as you continued to flirt with him. Mingi was none the wiser at your moves, his body only focused on how good you felt pressed against him, everyone else in the gala fading away.

"Everyone, thank you so much for coming tonight. I'd like ask that you all help me in welcoming our son Mingi to the stage."

The room erupted into applause, breaking Mingi from his trance. His eyes widened a bit before he excused himself from you, making his way to the stage to stand with his parents. You smiled as he walked away, waiting till he had his back to you before you turned back to the bar, placing the watch that was once on Mingi's wrist now into your small purse with the other things you had taken throughout the evening.

Your eyes fell onto a clock that was on the wall of the venue, the time reading 11:30 pm. You decided it was time to leave, slipping into the crowd as you made your way to the doors. Your mind slipped back to Mingi as he gave a speech, thinking about what else could've happened between you both. Sadly, however, you were busy.

Mingi watched as you moved like a snake through the crowd, making your way to the double doors in the back of the venue. Mingi only broke out into a dark smirk when he got off stage, grabbing himself a bottle of whisky before leaving the venue himself; his parents had only asked him to make an appearance and speak on stage, so he was no longer needed. He didn't care for the galas his parents threw anyways, he was much more interested in the woman who stole from him and many other men that night.

Oh, you thought Mingi didn't know?

Mingi had to bite back his smirks so many times as he felt your fingers unlatch his watch, then kick it away behind your purse. He had to admit, you were good, but you weren't that good that Mingi could see through your ruse.

He kicked open the room to his study, grabbing one of his many lighters from his desk before lighting his fireplace, the fire adding to the heat Mingi felt for you. His thumb flicked off the top of the whiskey bottle as he fell back into his office chair, his feet kicking up onto the hardwood desk as he pulled out his phone. He took a swing from the whiskey bottle before he pulled up the tracking app he had, a large, devious smirk on his lips as he did so.

Mingi had tracking devices on his most precious items, the watch he wore tonight included. The same watch you had in your purse right now as you made your way back to your hideout. The same watch you were admiring as you leaned against your steel table, your fingers moving over the diamonds that surrounded the moving hands.

"Now, where did you run off to?" He asked as he stared at the large, blinking red dot that rested over downtown. He zoomed in, smirking as he was given your direct address.

"Mingi?" Mingi looked up from his phone to see his mom entering his office, a sweet smile on her lips that he instantly mirrored. He placed the glass of whiskey down before standing up, meeting his mom in a sweet hug. He may be about to track down a woman, but in his mom's eyes at that moment, he was her son: her sweet son. "Are you going to join me and your father out on the balcony for drinks?"

"No mom, I have something to do tonight." He placed a gentle kiss on his mom's forehead, grabbing his phone and keys from his desk as his mom looked at him puzzled. "This late?" Mingi nodded, holding up his keys as he paused at the door, offering his mom one more smile before saying "It can't wait, Mom. I'll be back."

Mingi walked away, an excited smile on his lips as he walked through his large car garage, picking one of his sports cars before climbing in. He took out his phone once more, smirking as he noticed that the red dot had moved from your hideout to a house, showing that you had gone home. Mingi plugged the address in, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip as he tried to calm himself down, his cock already growing hard in his pants.

"I'm coming, beautiful."

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You sighed as you exited the shower, running your hands over your shoulders as you made your way through your large walk-in closet, looking for something to wear to sleep. You had everything you had stolen for that day ready to be sold tomorrow night sitting on your dresser. It wasn't hard to find buyers of some rich people's watches, jewelry, card information, and more on the black market. Plus, you knew a few people who had a thing for that type of stuff.

You put on an oversized t-shirt before watering your many plants, smiling softly at the sight of some of your favorites growing. Yes, you may be a criminal, but you still loved having plants and cats- it gave you some sort of normalcy.

You had just finished watering your Devil's ivy plant when you heard a knock at your front door, making you jump slightly. Who would be coming over to your house at 1 am? You picked up the nearest weapon that was around, which just so happened to be a police baton (that you stole), and inched to the door. Maybe it was a drunk neighbor or something. When you looked through the peephole, you saw a phone sitting on your welcome mat, making you sigh. You opened the door, crouching down to pick up the phone.

However, when you got closer to the phone, you noticed that the screen showed a tracker, the dot being right above your apartment building.

"You know, you're a lot easier to find then I thought." You paused at the familiar deep voice, your eyes widening as a tall shadow moved in front of you, covering you from the rest of the hallway. Your eyes moved from the phone, up his long legs up to Mingi's face as he looked down at you. He had a proud smirk on his lips as he met your eyes, tilting his head at you. "Hi there, beautiful."

"What are you doing here? How did you find out where I lived?" You asked, springing up from your crouched position on the mat to meet his gaze. Mingi let out a small "ooh" as he chuckled, your sudden confidence making him laugh. How come you were all of a sudden so mad at him when you were the one who stole from him? Mingi couldn't help but want to play with you, his face forming a faux confused look as he tilted his head.

"Well, that's funny because my tracker says the person who stole my watch lived here." Your eyes widened more at his words, watching as Mingi picked up his phone, holding it up to your face. "See? The tracker says that my watch is right here."

Your eyes moved from the phone to meet Mingi's eyes, which now were dark as he continued to play with you. He looked a bit crazy, making you close your legs as arousal pooled in your panties once more. Mingi noticed as you closed your legs, chuckling at the sight. Here you were being confronted with stealing from him, and you found it sexy.

Your mind jumped to try and think of an excuse as your mind flashed back to the watches that you had already promised to sell sitting on your desk. Mingi tilted his head as you rambled out excuses, nodding along as you begged him to leave and not tell anyone. He waited till you finished before he placed his hand on the wall by your head, leaning in closer to you as he whispered "You know, in all your little excuses you just gave me, in none of those did you promise to give me back my watch."

Your eyes widened as he pressed his body against yours, his eyes moving over your face as he smirked. He had you right where he wanted, and based on how he was playing with you, he didn't want his watch back. No, Mingi never wanted his watch back, he had 3 more just like it.

No, Mingi wanted more.

And you could see that, dropping your scared act, which only made Mingi's smirk grow. "What do you want, Mingi. It's obviously not the watch." Mingi smirked at the attitude in your voice, his tongue moving along his bottom lip before his eyes showed you his excitement that was now mixed in with his growing lust. Mingi didn't give you a moment to repeat your question, instead smashing his lips into yours. You gasped, your hands moving to his chest as you both made out in your hallway.

There was something about kissing Mingi that was absolutely filthy: the way his tongue played with and caressed yours, his hands moving all over your body greedily, how he moaned obscene things into your mouth. He didn't care about anyone walking by, nor the camera that was in your hallway. Mingi had never been with someone like you and he would be crazy to miss the opportunity to have someone as perfect and sexy as you moaning his name.

"Mingi" You sighed as his lips moved down your face to your neck, his hands moving to grab and play with the flesh of your ass over the large t-shirt. He moaned deeply into your neck, his tongue running along the bottom of your neck as he strained out "Fuck, I love how my name sounds coming from your pretty mouth." You moaned more as he flicked up the shirt, his hands now playing directly with you as he ground his hard cock against your panty-covered clit. Mingi didn't care if you two looked like horny teenagers, making out and grinding against each other in the hallway, only caring about how you moaned and how he could keep hearing it.

At the sound of someone's door closing, you tried to push Mingi away from your body, your cheeks beginning to burn with embarrassment at the thought of someone seeing you. However, to Mingi, it absolutely drove him wild, gripping your ass tighter as he tried to pull you back against him. "Mingi, we should head inside if we're going to-"

"Nah, I'm going to fuck you right here" Your eyes widened at his words, looking at Mingi with confusion before his lips met yours again, causing you to close your eyes. Your lips became wet as both of your tongues met again in the messy and needy kiss, a moan slipping from your lips again as Mingi delivered a spank to your ass before gripping the flesh. "I'm going to fuck you in this hallway so that everyone who walks by can see how good you take my cock."

You felt drunk as Mingi pulled back from your body, removing his belt in one motion before he tossed it inside your apartment haphazardly. He kept his eyes on you as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, moving slowly as to tease you, a successful smirk moving across his lips when you began to reach for his pants to move faster. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, shaking his head as switched your positions, his back meeting the wall as he had you stand in front of him, your back to the rest of the hallway. You looked at him with confusion as he let go of your wrists, his hands slowly moving up yours like you had done to him earlier at the gala, only stopping when he reached your shoulder.

He repeated the same motion with his other hand before applying pressure to your shoulders, pushing you down onto your knees in front of him. "Have you sucked cock before, Y/N baby?" His voice was deep and slightly condescending as his hands moved from your shoulders back to unzipping his pants, a proud smile moving across his lips as you nodded. "Ah, so you have some experience. You're going to need it to make up stealing from me, princess."

You were about to complain about him calling you princess when he pushed down his pants giving you a perfect view of his cock. To say his cock was pretty was an understatement: it was long and thick, matching his skin tone perfectly, perfectly shaven. It slapped against his shirt, his precum leaving a stain before it dripped down his cock. Heck, there was even some on the inside of his thighs. Mingi watched as you admired his cock before his hand moved into your hair, bending down slightly in front of you so you could meet his eyes.

"You have never taken a cock so big, haven't you?" Mingi asked, his voice laced with faux care. He didn't care if you had before or not: you were going to take his cock anyways. When you shook your head, Mingi's cock twitched with excitement at your words. He licked his lips, trying to control himself as he spoke. "Hmm, well, looks like you're going to take your first big cock. Come get a taste, yeah?"

Mingi and you had both forgotten what this was even for by this point, Mingi resting his back against the wall again as you scooted forward, your tongue wrapping around the tip of his cock. He moaned softly, closing his eyes as you gently placed kitty licks around his cock, feeling the weight and girth against your tongue. Mingi soon grew frustrated, groaning out "I'm about to start calling you kitten with all of these kitty licks, baby."

"I'm just getting acquainted with it," you giggled against his cock, your voice returning to the seductive voice you had spoken to him earlier that night in. Mingi felt his mind once again short again at the sound, his hand moving to roughly grip your hair before forcing his cock into your mouth, making you moan and slightly choke around it. "There, now you can get acquainted with it" he moaned as you began to bob your head, cursing as your tongue moved around his cock. If you hadn't taken cock in a while or even just a cock as big as his before, Mingi couldn't tell: you had him moaning and groaning against the wall of your apartment building hallway, his hand firmly in your hair.

You had to slip your own hand into your panties at the sight, taking more of him to get a deep moan from him as your fingers moved along your slit, gathering your wetness before you began playing with your clit, moaning around his cock. Mingi hissed at the vibration, forcing his eyes open to watch you.

There you were, the woman who had him so needy at the gala, the woman who successfully stole from him and the other men, now on your knees in front of him, knuckle deep in your pussy while you sucked him off in the hallway of your apartment building.

Mingi felt like he was in one of his wildest dreams ever, biting his lip as he pushed you down deeper on his cock, taking him down your throat as you looked up at him. Mingi had to tighten his hands into fists to keep from holding you at the base of his cock, allowing you to come back up for air as he breathed heavily. "Again."

"What?" You paused your movements at the sound of Mingi's deep yet breaking voice, looking up at him. He ran a hand over through his hair before he repeated his words. "Again. Go back down on my cock, just like how you just did it." You bit your lip as the hand that was in your hair tightened, pushing your head to meet cock again. You moaned as your pussy clenched around your fingers, taking Mingi's cock down your throat as he tossed his head back against the wall, cussing out into the hallway.

"That's it, baby, fuck" He licked his lips before he began to fuck your throat, making you choke and gurgle around him, wet sounds coming from both of you. Mingi smirked as he watched your fingers move faster in you to match his thrusts, his cock twitching at the sight before he had an idea. After all, this was to make up for you stealing from him.

"Do you wish it was my cock, baby?" He pulled out his cock from your lips, chuckling as you coughed softly before crouching down in front of him to meet your face. Your lips were wet, streaks of his precum coating the sides of your lips mixed with your own spit. You looked pretty, if only you'd let him take a picture of you like this.

"Don't you wish it was my cock pounding into you instead of your fingers? I mean, your fingers must do the job, but my cock baby" he paused, cupping your jaw to meet his eyes as his free hand moved into your ruined panties, pushing away your fingers before his fingers replaced yours, making you moan at the stretch. He smirked, curling his fingers in you before his lips hovered over yours, his eyes still piercing into yours. "My cock will make you feel so fucking good. Going in and out of your pretty pussy, hitting all the right spots to make you scream and shake around my cock"

You bit your lip at his words, grabbing his bicep to keep yourself from falling back. It shocked you that he was talking to you like that in the hallway of your apartment building after you stole from him, his fingers matching his words, moving in and out of you, hitting all your spots perfectly.

You would be perfectly fine with just having his fingers, but with how Mingi was talking and with good his cock felt down your throat, you needed it in you.

Mingi smirked as you whispered that you wanted his cock, stilling his fingers that were inside of you as he tilted his head, his voice once again giving you his best faux confusion. "What was that baby? I didn't hear you." "I want you to fuck me." You whined louder, shaking around his fingers with need.

"Oh baby," Mingi chuckled, swiftly pulling his fingers out of your pussy before they entered his mouth, moaning at your taste. Mingi couldn't help but close his eyes as his tongue moved to gather all of your juices from his fingers, your taste making his mind further shortcircuit.

With you tasting this good, you could take anything from him you wanted.

Mingi picked you up, pushing your panties to the side as he pinned you against the wall. He gave his cock a few jerks before pushing in the head of his cock, moaning as his forehead fell forward onto yours, both of your moans mixing together. You ran your hands through his hair as you both tried to calm down, meeting his lips in a deep kiss as he began to push into you. You were no virgin, but there was something about Mingi's cock that felt absolutely delicious pushing into you. His cock was already brushing some of your spots as he filled you up, making you pull back from the kiss to curse against his shoulder.

Mingi gave you a minute to adjust to the size, rubbing your thigh in the process. He waited till you started moving your hips against his, showing that you were ready for him to move. He jolted his shoulder so that you'd pick your head up, waiting till you met his eyes before he began to rock his hips. He wanted to watch your face as it contorted with pleasure, moaning his name as your hands rushed up his shoulders. The sight made Mingi move faster, and soon he was drilling into you.

"Look at you taking me, baby. Wanna tell me how good it feels?" He asks, chuckling deeply when you try to speak, only for a moan to break through your words as he moves faster. You had completely forgotten about being in the hallway until Mingi pulled out of you, placing your feet back onto the floor before turning you to face the wall that was across the hallway before he pushed back into you from behind. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, Mingi's hand moving up the front of your t-shirt to cup your neck, tilting your head back too. Only when you opened your eyes did you figure out why.

Mingi panted as he placed his head on your shoulder, his hand keeping your head tossed back before he whispered into your ear "Why don't you look into that security camera, huh? You're already giving everyone else in that lives within this hallway a nice show, why don't you give the poor night security guard a show too?"

You moaned as Mingi applied pressure to your throat, forcing your head to continue to face the security camera. Mingi moaned as he felt your wetness begin to drip down his cock, letting him know that you liked the idea. The feeling of your wetness and your tightening walls pushed him closer to his release, dragging his tongue along your cheek before he mumbled against it "I'm about to cum baby, I'm about to fill you up so fucking good. Look into that security camera, baby, let everyone hear and see you fall apart all over my fucking cock." You gasped softly at his words, your rope snapping as his cock moved faster, his cum mixing with yours as you both moaned loudly.

You panted softly as Mingi shoved his face into your neck, planting kisses wherever he could before he slowly pulled out of you, holding you against him as you both calmed down.

Well, your neighbors probably hated you now.

"Do you want your watch back?" Your question made Mingi pause fixing himself as you were doing the same, now leaning against the doorway of your apartment. You looked just like how you did back at the gala, his heart warming at the sight. He had to see you again, even if it meant letting you get away with robbery.

"No, I have 3 more just like that one, losing it won't kill me." You nodded at Mingi's words, watching as he fixed himself up. You felt your heart (and pussy) ache at the thought of him leaving, debating inviting him inside to stay the night. Mingi noticed how your eyes were looking at him, his own body aching for you now. Even though you both had just met earlier that night and only met again due to the tracker, his body wanted to be next to yours all the time.

"Here" You blinked as Mingi took out his phone, handing it to you, his contacts open. "Give me your number, Y/N."

"Mingi, I...can't" You tried to get out, but Mingi's body pressed against yours, pressing you against the doorway as he kissed your neck, unable to resist his body's craving for you. It was dangerous for you to give him your number as he could give it to the police, but a part of you trusted him: he didn't go to the police with his tracker, instead, he came to you.

You nodded, giving in as you placed your actual number into his phone. Mingi pulled back from your neck as you handed him back his phone, both of your lips meeting one last kiss before you stepped into your apartment, closing the door without any further words. Mingi bit his lip, wondering if he crossed the line with you before making his way out of your apartment hallway.

You covered your mouth as you rested your head against the door, realizing what just happened: Mingi not only knew where you lived, but he had your number too. You had basically exposed yourself to him. You suddenly saw your phone vibrate on the counter, making you bite your lips. You felt your heart pick up as you began walking over to it, jumping when you stepped on Mingi's belt. You picked it up before grabbing your phone, your thumb rubbing over the expensive leather.

Mingi: Let's meet up again soon

A smile broke through onto your lips at Mingi's text. He wanted to see you again? The idea filled your heart with excitement as you responded.

Y/N: Maybe. Goodnight Mingi, don't tell anyone about me.

Mingi: Of course, princess. I won't tell anyone about you.

Mingi smiled as he sent the text, assuring you that you and your secrets were safe with him. Mingi had no use to go the police with the information he had on you, anyway; you were far too sexy for jail.

"I have the security tape from the hallway you asked for." Mingi placed his phone into his pocket, taking out his wallet to hand the security guy around 4 thousand dollars in cash. He watched as the man accepted it, handing Mingi the flash drive with the recording on it before he began to excitedly count the money. Mingi watched for a few moments before his hand moved to push the fan of cash the security guard had made down, leaning over the counter so that the man made eye contact with Mingi, who towered over him. "I better have the only recording of me and that woman. I assume that you understand that, right?"

Mingi nodded as the security guard rushed to assure him that he had the only recording and that he wouldn't tell anyone before Mingi walked away, holding the tiny flash drive that held his night of desire with the woman he craved on it.

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Mingi and you didn't stop after that night.

You had hoped that either you or him would ghost each other, but the opposite between you two keeps seeming to happen. Mingi prided himself on all the places he took you, from all the underground clubs he owned to hole-in-the-wall restaurants. He didn't mind keeping your hangouts with him a secret as if you guys went out during the day in public, the press would swarm you both and try to figure out anything and everything about you.

You had grown to enjoy his company, sneaking into his bedroom through his window at his mansion after a long night of theft for either mind-altering sex or just to talk. You had even told him why you began stealing from the rich like you tried to do with him, which you never told anyone. Mingi had learned more about you in 3 months than anyone else had ever known about you ever. You trusted him.

There were also feelings developing between you both that would spill into the sex you both had.

Mingi groaned into the phone as his hand moved on his cock, his hips fucking his fist as he listened to you beg for him to not only cum, but to come over right afterward to fuck you. He hadn't been able to see you as he had been working on the interior design of his new casino, keeping him busy. He had begged you over text to help him cum and after seeing a video of the custom dildo he bought you to use being deep in your pussy while you showered made him absolutely ravenous.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I love you" He groaned out, his deep groan of your name causing you to also cum. However, your mind was also short-circuiting at him saying 'I love you." You chose not to bring it up as you exited the shower, placing the dildo down onto the sink as you looked for the cleaner to clean it off before putting it away, keeping Mingi on Facetime. Mingi cleaned himself up before asking "Are you going to be out stealing tonight?" Mingi asked, resting back in his office chair, stretching out his long legs. It was a Saturday night and you usually spent them going to various clubs and stealing from the men there.

"No, not tonight. I got enough from the last night's robbery" You had grown comfortable with telling him about your nightly adventures, even showing him what you had gotten. You put on a robe as you carried the phone into the bedroom, placing the phone propped up on your dresser before you showed him the newest item you obtained from a gentlemen's club: A gorgeous necklace , a beautiful dark green gem in the center. It was going to be added to your prized collection, as it was just too pretty to sell, maybe one day, but not right now. Mingi whistled at the necklace, recognizing it as being extremely expensive. You smiled as he praised you before he asked "Well, since you're not busy tonight, does that mean that you can come see me?"

'I love you' Mingi's earlier words filled your mind, making you bite your lip. You didn't want to have to face the growing feelings between you both, but you also really missed him. Mingi smiled as you agreed to meet him, reminding him to keep his window unlocked. "We're not meeting at mansion, darling. I have family staying over this weekend."

Then where were you going to meet him? Mingi smirked at your confusion before saying "I'll send you the address, just show up. Oh, and bring that necklace and your bodysuit."

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Mingi may be rich due to his parents, but Mingi knew what to do with that wealth.

Mingi was a businessman just like his parents, owning multiple businesses that all raked in millions a month. The Song family was known for their businesses always becoming popular within the city.

You put the address Mingi sent you into your GPS, following it as it led you to a large 5-story building that stood proudly in the middle of downtown. You looked up at it, noticing the large words "ARRIBA CASINO" glowing in the night. You were going to see Mingi's casino before everyone would be.

You smiled at the thought, keying in the code he gave you into the keypad before walking inside. You made a b-line to the grand staircase that would take you up to the second floor where Mingi said he'd be waiting for you. The second floor was full of poker and spade tables, only one having a light on, though.

Sitting at one of the poker tables was Mingi, cigarette resting in between his plush lips as he watched you approach him, leaning back in his chair. He had the same aura as when you both first met, his eyes watching you like a shark as you now stood beside him, slowly dragging down your body to admire your outfit choice of jeans and a hoodie. Mingi then sat back up, standing up as he placed the cigarette down, blowing smoke up into the air before his eyes returned to yours. "Did you bring the necklace?" You nodded, taking it out from your purse to show him. He nodded, examining it before asking "And did you bring your suit?"

When you first snuck into his room straight after a big robbery, Mingi couldn't stop thinking about having sex with you wearing your robber outfit. There was something about the tight leather and how it seemed to perfectly mold to your body that made him go absolutely insane. You nodded, a proud smile moving onto his lips before he kissed you softly, his hands moving to your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned you around to face the restrooms, his lips moving to press a small kiss to your ear before whispering "Go put it on for me baby. Take your time, I'll be waiting out here for you, baby girl."

Mingi loved it when you took your time getting ready for him; to him, you put all that effort into looking perfect for him, knowing that he'd make you cry off your effort with his cock. So you took your time getting ready for him in the luxury bathroom of the casino he owned. You slipped off your regular clothes and underwear, knowing that you being bare underneath the suit would drive him insane. You carefully put on the leather bodysuit and tall boots, taking your time applying your lipstick in the mirror. You smirked at how good you looked, feeling perfect to go see Mingi.

When you return to the casino floor, Mingi has to stop himself from leaping over the table to get to you. You looked like sin, his fingers itching to touch the skin that peaked out in between your bodysuit and boots on your thighs. He licked his lips before standing up, running a hand over his face before he successfully obtained control over himself again, raising his hand to do the 'come here' motion. You smirked, swaying your hips as you approached him, smirking more when his eyes immediately moved to watch your hips as you approached him. "Like what you see, babe?" you asked, your hand landing on his shoulder as you stood beside him.

Mingi didn't have to say anything, his eyes letting you know that he really liked the outfit. Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist before he placed you on the poker table, his lips meeting yours in a deep, demanding kiss. Mingi's tongue explored your mouth as your hands moved through his hair, scratching at his scalp the way you knew he liked. He moaned against your lips before he pulled back, pushing you back so you fell against the table. Mingi took the opportunity to admire you in this position and in this outfit, your eyes moving down his black button-up jeans to see the zipper of his pants was already down, his bulge strained against his boxers.

"Tonight, baby," Mingi whispered, placing a kiss on your lips before slowly kissing down your body, his hands grabbing at whatever he could. "Tonight, I'm going to punish you. You've been bad, and that obviously means that me letting you get away with what you doing whatever you want isn't working."

"I mean, the necklace I got shows that it's working perfectly fine" You smirked, holding up the necklace you had stolen earlier that night. Mingi growled against your stomach, taking the jewelry from you before he sunk to his knees on the velvet-colored carpet, roughly separating your legs as he did so. His hands moved up your legs, smirking whenever you let out a whimper or whined. "You're right, it is working. But, you've still been bad"

You gasped as Mingi's tongue met with your thigh, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on your bodysuit before his tongue finally meets your pussy. Your hand shot down into Mingi's hair as he ate your pussy, his mouth covering your pussy lips. Mingi didn't budge whenever you tried to push him away, his licks and sucks getting harder whenever you did. He even wrapped his arms around your waist, forbidding you from moving away from his mouth as your upper body writhed around on the table. You didn't think that Mingi would invite you over to his new casino to eat you out on the table, but you weren't complaining.

"That's it, baby, ride my tongue and fingers, now you're being good for me" Mingi's voice had deepened throughout him eating your pussy, his voice now dripping with arousal as you began to roll your hips against his face as his tongue curled inside you, his fingers doing the same. You closed your eyes as his lips wrapped around your clit, his own eyes closing at the sound of you moaning his name. Mingi didn't think he could ever get over how you said his name.

"Mingi" Your moans had picked up in volume, letting him know that you were about to cum. Mingi smirked before removing his tongue and fingers from your body, leaving you shaking on the table before you asked him why the hell he stopped. "I told you that you were being punished. Do you want me to stop punishing you?"

Mingi smirked at your nod, placing a short kiss on your lips before saying "Good. Now put your hands up." You did as he asked, a proud "good girl" leaving his lips before he climbed onto the table, climbing over your body before he sat back on the heels of his feet, his knees now on either side of your head.

You had no choice but to watch as he grabbed his belt from a nearby chair before tying your wrists together tightly. You tried to break free, but Mingi had it tied perfectly. Once he was satisfied, slowly dragged his fingers down your arms, making you shiver, his fingers moving to the zipper on your bodysuit.

"Y/N," Your eyes moved to meet his as he played with the zipper, teasing you as he pulled it down only an inch. His eyes were dark, the single light that hung over the table added shadows to his face, making you shiver. He smirked at your reaction before his eyes moved to the necklace that sat on the table. "What do you tell the men you steal from, huh baby? Do you feed into their fantasies like you are doing right now?"

You bit your lip as Mingi slowly dragged down your zipper, the sight of your bare breasts making Mingi's mouth water, just like you had hoped. He scooted down your body a bit so that he could lean down and grab your breasts, squeezing them before freeing them from the bodysuit. He dragged his tongue around your nipple before his mouth wrapped around it, making you moan. You tried to free your hands to touch him, but the belt stopped you. "Answer me, Y/N"

"I flirt with them until they either give it up or when they're really distracted, I take it from them" You admitted, making Mingi chuckle. His mind flashed back to the bar where you and him first met and how you tried to steal his watch while he was talking with you. He could see how it worked on other guys, you're so sexy and out of so many men's leagues.

He pressed your breasts together, his mouth engulfing both of your nipples as he began to grind his cock against your pussy, making you both moan. You raised your hips to meet his clothed cock, your eyes rolling back as he pressed his bulge more against you. Mingi sucked on your breasts, licking around your pebbled nipples before pulling back, groaning against you as your hips rolled to meet his. Mingi felt like he was in a daze like he was going insane.

Mingi and you met in a passionate kiss, your lips sliding against one another as your tongue fought for dominance. His hands moved to push down his jeans and boxers, having enough of waiting for you. He placed your legs around his waist, his hands finishing unzipping the bodysuit. He was setting you up how he wanted you, setting you like you were the table's centerpiece. His eyes then fell on the necklace, an idea moving into his head.

You opened your eyes to Mingi placing the jewelry onto your neck before he sat up, licking his lips at the sight of you. "Fuck, you look perfect, baby. Are you ready for my cock?"

You nodded, biting your lip as he pushed into you, moaning at the stretch his cock gave that you had grown to love. Mingi moaned with you, gripping your thighs as he finished filling you up before he began to fuck you. Besides the sounds that came from both of your mouths, you and Mingi's moans echoing around the whole casino, which drove Mingi crazy. "I brought you here to fuck you on the table, just like this baby. I made sure they were sturdy when I bought them so that every night when this casino closes, I can fuck you on one of these tables with everything that you stole from those suckers."

You moaned at the idea, closing your eyes as Mingi continued talking. "Fuck, I'll even cover for you when the police ask where you were. I'll tell them that you were here with me. I'll tell them, pay them whatever it'll take to send them away so that I can bend you over the table and punish you while you." Your mind filled with the view of Mingi fucking you on a poker table covered in cash, watches, jewelry- anything you could get your hands on.

Mingi was out of his mind, no longer even talking to you as he drilled his cock into you on the table, the table creaking as he leaned down to crash his lips with yours. Mingi couldn't tell if it was the love he had for you speaking, or his lust, but he would do anything for you because...

"I love you baby" he moaned against your lips, his cock now hitting your spot repeatedly as he dropped his head onto your shoulder. You gasped, your mind cloudy as Mingi said "Say it back, baby, even if you don't fucking mean it, just say it for me, baby girl." You didn't hesitate to say it back, the words leaving your mouth as you clenched around him, making him choke out "fuck, I want you so much baby, fuck I love you, god" as he came. You moaned loudly as he filled you up, your body shaking as he slowly pulled out. Mingi took a deep breath, tossing his head back to enjoy the cold air as it moved over his hot face and body. You bit your lip at the sight of sweat moving down his face and neck, disappearing underneath his shirt.

Mingi tossed his head forward after a bit, his hand moving to untie your hands from the belt before he looked back down at you. You thought he'd help you up, but Mingi instead got up off the table, not saying a word to you. He moved to grip your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the table before flipping you over onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass roughly. You jumped, turning back around as he removed his shirt, staring down at you with dark eyes.

"What do you want, Y/N?" Mingi raised an eyebrow at your shocked expression, leaning over your body to press his hands on either side of your body on the table, your back against his chest as his hard cock rests against your ass. You bit your lip at the feeling, which Mingi smirked at, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips, repeating his question once more before applying another slap to your ass. He leaned down to bite your neck when you didn't answer again, leaving hickies behind as he began to grind against your ass. "You're so fucking stubborn, you know that right?"

Mingi didn't allow you to respond, shoving his whole cock into your pussy in one thrust, making you jolt forward on the table. You moaned at Mingi's rough pace, his hand moving into your hair again as he fucked you. You couldn't help but scream his name, bouncing back to meet his thrusts.

Mingi was fucking you like you had stolen from him again, his rough thrusts making you fall forward against the bed before he pulled you back by your hair. It felt like he was using you, your lack of response to his question pushing him over the edge. "Should I breed you, baby? Should I fill your pussy up again with my cum and shove it deep in you?" Mingi spoke with his harsh, pointed thrusts, making you sob out his name. You could feel your orgasm begin to move through you, your eyes closing as you moaned "yes, yes! breed me Mingi, fuck I want it!"

"Yeah, you want that? You'll only answer my questions when I'm filling you up like this, won't you, my baby?" You nodded, your body shaking as you came around him. You rushed to beg for him to kiss you, Mingi obliging as you shook around his cock as he slowed down for you. You kept him in the kiss as your arm wrapped around his neck, arching your back as he began to pick up speed again, your whispers about wanting his cum and him to breed you driving him insane.

"Fill me up, Mingi, get me pregnant with your baby. Make me yours baby."

Your words caused Mingi to short circuit, smashing his lips back into yours as you both said 'I love you,' his cum filling you. You both held each other, trying to wrap your head around what just happened between you both before he pulled back, slowly laying you down on the table, leaving you to find a napkin. You nodded, lying against the table as you tried to wrap your mind around what you said. Was it sex induced? Did you actually wanna be with Mingi?

"I brought back a napkin, hold still" You nodded at Mingi's words, the wet napkin cleaning you up before he did the same to himself. He helped you get dressed, doing the same to himself before he turned to face you, his cheeks burning as you both made eye contact. He also couldn't figure out what just happened, nor if you meant everything you said.

You cleared your throat, reaching to take off the necklace when Mingi gently holds your wrist stopping you. "You should keep wearing it, it's pretty."

You nodded, watching as Mingi walked past you to clean up the table. Maybe this was your moment to leave?

"Don't even try leaving, Y/N." You paused your walk at Mingi's stern voice, turning around to face him as he finished wiping cum from the table, tossing the napkin away before he stood in front of you. You at first couldn't meet his eyes, his hand moving to cup your jaw to face him. His thumb moved along your bottom lip, his eyes meeting yours before he dropped his hand, sighing. You could tell that Mingi was fighting with the idea of saying those words again, feeling like you weren't going to say it back.

"I love you," you blurted out, your hand moving to cup his hand. Mingi's eyes widened, a happy smile moving onto his lips. You took a deep breath as he pulled you in for a loving hug, your eyes even tearing up. You didn't know if it was the sex, you admitting that you had fallen in love with him, or something else, but you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and relax in his embrace. He placed a small kiss on your cheek before saying "I love you too. I know that was hard for you to admit...I'll always wait for you, Y/N."

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1 year later...

"Mingi, are you coming to the charity gala this year?" Mingi shook his head as he spoke to his mom, letting him know that he had plans tonight. Mingi had attended every charity gala this year, so it wouldn't hurt for him to miss one.

He turned his head to his open window, watching as you climbed through his window, a proud smirk on his lips as he hung up. "What poor soul lost out on something tonight, baby?" Mingi asked you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before you reached into your bag, picking up a tiara that the mayor's son brought with him when he was going out tonight. It went from the backseat of his car, to now your boyfriend's head. He raised an eyebrow as you placed it on his head, giggling at how cute he looked with it on, making him chuckle before he placed it onto your head, pressing a deep, hungry kiss to your lips.

You promised Mingi that one day, you'd give up your thief ways. For now, though, you were ok with Mingi fucking you with whatever you stole that night, including the tiara.

"Hmm, seems you've been bad baby" Mingi smirked, crawling over your body to meet your lips as you smiled. "Looks liked you to need to get punished."

You nodded as he kissed your lips, pressing your body down into the bed as he ground against you.

"Bad girl."

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Yandere JJK Headcannons

Kidnapping, dark themes, abuse, talk of killing, stalking, obsession, the usual yandere warnings, yandere tendencies.

Notes; {Sorry if any of the characters seem out of character, just started season 2. Please enjoy. I know this isn’t the best work but I want to get back into the writing game.}

Reader description; Female/GN

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Gojo Satoru

When it comes to Satoru Gojo’s love life, it’s quite lonely. Although Gojo is a very attractive man, he lacks a relationship for two main reasons: Gojo’s lack of commitment and his status as the strongest (implied in the mangas.)

So when you catch Gojo’s eye he is taken aback by his feelings. Why have you altered his brain? Usually, he meets a girl/guy and they’ll be the ones to swoon over him, or he’ll be interested in them for a while until his responsibilities have overtaken his mind and the person fades away into a forgotten memory that lingers in the back of his mind. However, with you it's different. He is the one swooning over you, kicking his feet and giggling like a schoolgirl with a massive crush. The thought of you never leaves his mind. He’s conflicted.

He doesn't mind hurting or threatening others for you.

Not a day goes by without at least a mention of you in his mind. When he’s cooking, he’ll think, I wonder what ramen they like. When he’s in the shower, (Name) smells like [favorite scent], I wonder what shampoo they use. When at work, I should check by their house today, just to make sure no cursed spirits are rooming around.

Whether you are a civilian or another teacher, you are most definitely weaker than him. This fact makes Gojo so possessive over you. Gojo knows what happens to weak people; they die by his hand or others. He worries for you, a lot. He is a very busy man even if he does send his students to complete his tasks. Not to say time for himself is nonexistent, no, it's just he can’t check on you the amount of times he’d like to. He is The Gojo Satoru; most curses and people have it out for him. If anyone were to notice his obvious attachment to you, you’d be killed, most likely, immediately. So as a result of his uncommon paranoia, he snatches you up.

Once you’re in Gojo’s care, Gojo will try his best to make you feel at home. He knows that taking you away from family, friends, and overall having your own freedom isn’t fair, and if he honestly had no one after him, he’d allow you to live your life as you please. Of course, as long as he is a part of it as well. At first, he buys all the snacks and foods he knows you like and once they’ve been eaten or wasted, he’ll take you grocery shopping with him for anything you’d like.

Megumi has 80% of an idea of what is going on between you and Gojo. He most definitely has an idea of what is happening. You never seem too pleased to be in Gojo’s house and the way Gojo talks about you makes him do a double take. It doesn't seem normal; but then again he’s Gojo, he isn’t normal. And although Megumi wants what’s best for innocent people, he’s known Gojo for too long and he doesn't believe Gojo would kidnap someone for selfishness or any reason he deems corrupt. So Megumi puts his judgments aside thinking Gojo and you are just weirdos.

Gojo is very touchy with you,(but then again he’s touchy with anyone he deems a friend or is on good terms with.) At first, when you first are kidnapped, he is less handsy, only touching you occasionally. But as time goes on he grows more comfortable with touching you since you’re beginning to deem his touches as a regular part of your day. However, that doesn't mean Gojo will put his hands on you against your comfort just because he wants to. If you state you’re uncomfortable with his touch, he’ll immediately retract, sometimes with a small pout. The only time he will not listen to you is when he is putting you in your place. For example: you attempting to run away.

Now, for your punishments. He doesn't really do those. Usually, he acts like a preschool teacher dealing with a naughty child, clicking his tongue in disapproval, folding his arms when you give him attitude, and trying to reason with you in a gentle way. Gojo doesn’t baby you. He doesn't see you as some adult acting like a child, unlike some yanderes would. Then again occasionally you will have a tantrum. Gojo understands your frustrations and so he handles them with a calming approach. Still, he will match your energy if he decides need be. If you attempt punishable offenses like running away, attempting to murder him, or trying to get Megumi to help you, Gojo will not be so kind the majority of the time.

Honestly, Gojo is 5/10 yandere. He’s understanding and not delusional. Besides him kidnapping you and being the master of annoying yapping, you’re better off with him as your yandere.

Nanami Kento

Nanami wants a normal happy life but his job interferes with his dream. So when he meets you, he’s a bit more pleased with his life. He loves everything about you. You understand him and that's all he wants.

Nanami most likely met you after work, looking for a bite to eat. You worked there as the cashier just as tired as he was. As part of your job, you make light conversation, however, you and Nanami talked longer, maybe about five minutes before he finally left.

After that interaction, Nanami visits your job more In light hopes of seeing you again. Nanami convinces himself that he just wants a bite to eat again, he isn’t coming here for you...but seeing you again would be nice. The more often he comes by your job the more his obsession with you grows. Similar to Gojo, he will think about you constantly throughout the week.

Nanami Is such a laidback Yandere that you won’t detect, and most likely never will. Nanami isn't the type to kill someone because they flirted with you or breathed in your direction. And he isn’t possessive of you. The only yandere tendencies he has is obsessing over you in his thoughts and being only a bit possessive. He watches you through the day, he has a little camera in the house to watch you. You don’t know that though since it’s up so high on the top of the cabinets. He has your phone tracked with life360, you don’t know that because he has it hidden on your phone. You don't know after he finally realized he liked you, he followed you around in his free time to stalk you a bit and find out more about you.

Other than that, Nanami Is pretty laid back. Well, unless you decide to run away or leave him, then his true nature will show.

If you run away for whatever reason then you won’t see him coming after you. You may have an Idea because of the few alarmed texts he sends you before you block him. You won't see Nanami for a while until you just minding your own business, maybe grabing a bite to eat, and suddenly standing behind you In line with you is an unenthusiastic Nanami. You won’t even try to run at first because seeing him look at you with a warning in his eyes makes every escape plan fade away. You’re terrified. You’re as terrified as a child who has yelled at their mother.

You find yourself back In Nanami’s home, now having alarms, locks, and a couple of cameras around. You aren’t allowed out the house until Nanami considers you worthy.

As a yandere, Nanami is rated a 4/10.

Geto Suguru

Geto’s behavior really depends on whether you are a normal civilian or a curse user. If you’re a curse user you’re treated far better than a normal person. Geto would treat his civilian darling like a pet. Like a dog of sorts.

For now, let's focus on a civilian darling.

To understand Geto’s point of view, I will give you an example: Geto is kinda like a hunter. Geto is like a hunter who hunts animals because he thinks all their good for is being food and they are inferior to him. Now imagine a hunter coming across a cute bunny rabbit. The hunter learns about the bunny a bit, finding its little quirks endearing. The Hunter decides to take home the rabbit and keep it for himself as a pet, but he still thinks all animals are inferior to him. This bunny is just a bit more likable than others.

Now I don’t think Geto will act like other Yanderes and actually treat you as a pet but he will act like you are in ways. Sometimes he’ll relax and have you lay your head on his lap as he pets you. He’ll beckon for you as If you’re a dog. He expects you to be loving to him as soon as he enters the room. Wants you to follow him and not wander off anywhere else. He even calls you a pet sometimes. However, you don’t have a collar nor do you have a dog crate.

Geto most likely, just like the others, found you by mistake. What really starts the obsession is If you make a comment on his beliefs. Disagreeing or agreeing with his beliefs, he starts to look at you differently from the other humans. There are two ways you came across the belief Geto holds since you’re a normal civilian. One, you found a source online speaking of this belief: A YouTube essay, a sketchy online website, a theorist. Two, you overheard Geto speaking to no one, since civilians can’t see curses, and decided to put your two cents in for whatever reason.

Like a hunter, Geto will set out a trap. He’ll offer to take you out on dates, ask for your phone number, seem like a normal man that has taken an interest in you. And if you accept any of these, you’re nothing more than a little mouse approaching the cheese bait in the open mouse trap.

Once he kidnaps you, and he will, you mainly stay in the room you share with Geto unless Geto is home and requests your presence. You help around with his daughters and make dinner for him, just as he requests of you.

Now if you are a fellow curse user, you aren’t treated as badly as a civilian darling.

You aren’t expected to follow him around everywhere, you aren’t called a pet (only at times.) No matter how strong you are, Geto has the upper hand. You will be pressured into a relationship with him, by him, and by a few other curse users. Escaping isn’t a possibility for curse user Darling or civilian Darling. He will be on your tail in no time. You could make a couple of blocks away from the house if he’s being lazy. If Geto is out then he’ll send someone out for you. You have more of a chance with others coming after you than with Geto coming after you.

Geto has no problem disciplining you, especially if you’re a civilian darling. Pets must be disciplined when attempting to run out of the house. His punishments include starvation (depending on how many days he deems the punishment worthy), flogging, and breaking a bone. Nothing too terrible. Well, not as bad as you could have it.

Overall, Geto as a yandere is an 8/10.

Ryomen Sukuna

When it comes to Sukana, he is a manipulative and masochist yandere. He enjoys watching you suffer. He loves hearing the cries of pain slip from your sweet lips. Not only because he enjoys human suffering in general but also the fact you make him feel crazy. He isn’t used to romantic obsession. He hates- no despises feeling weak because of you. He takes out his frustrations on you, breaking fingers, hurting you, verbally abusing you, and playing with your feelings. Anything to feel the pleasure he gets from the frown that settles on your lips and the tears pricking your eyes.

While inside Yuji, his thoughts are full of you. Despite the way he treats you, he does adore you. Although, he’ll never let the words be said. He finds himself missing you, wanting to be near you. And he isn’t always hurting you, sometimes you sit together in a peaceful silence. Sometimes you have nice conversations.

Sukana is possessive. He hates when someone is stealing his time away from you. And if you were to be flirted with, he’d curse at the person from Yuji’s cheeks. If he’s railed up enough, he might even attempt to come out of Yuji.

The only way he is able to communicate with you and spend any time with you is because there are sorcerors watching over you guys in his domain. If he ends up hurting you in front of them, then you immediately come out and won’t visit him until you completely heal. Which is why is such a rare occurrence for him to hurt you physically. And if you think you’d be able to avoid him, you’re wrong. He will have tantrums. It gets to the point that you are obligated to stay with Sukana for at least an hour in his domain for the sake of everyone having a headache.

In general, he is a 6/10 yandere. He really can’t do anything. Not much to speak about.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji hasn't had an interest in relationships since the death of his late wife, so imagine his frustration when you come into his life. Sweet, loveable, you.

Laid back Yandere

When you two first meet he could care less about you. To him, you’re just another annoying person. However, when he gets to know you better, he warms up to you. Then as weeks pass, he feels familiar feelings he used to experience with his wife, it irks him, even frightens him slightly. When Megumi’s mother had died, Toji believed he’d never love again. He wasn’t interested in relationships. Now imagine the frustration he feels when he catches feelings for you. Toji attempts to ignore your existence because he isn’t looking for love and has more important events to worry about, but you won’t go away. Toji takes these feelings out on you, making it seem you caused him to feel this way on purpose to piss him off. You don’t hang around him like an annoying fly, you both just come across each other a lot. Toji likes to act like that isn’t the case. Toji will suck his teeth, grumbling about how you must like him since you’re near him all the time.

It takes about a good two months until Toji starts to really accept the fact he is obsessed with you. And you can start the see the signs when he calms down with the asshole act and begins to put on a soft act around you. He’ll act like you guys are already dating just without affection.

Toji will kidnap you, no doubt about it. Toji has already lost his first wife, he won’t lose you. The loss of his first wife is ultimately the reason he is a Yandere. You’re better off meeting him before he meets his first wife, he won’t be as protective and possessive.

Punishments really depend on his mood at the moment. When it comes to punishments his go-to is silent treatment, starvation (you’d probably starve anyway since he’s a broke ass bitch), and being forced to stay locked in a room for hours. Now hurting you for punishment is a different story. Toji will do anything in his power not to cause you harm. Hurting you might cause something major to happen and Toji hates knowing the fact that he was the one to hurt you. If it has to come to that point, Toji acts as if he could care less about hurting you. He acts like he doesn’t mind doing so. But if you observe closely you can tell that he is beating himself up for harming you.

Murdering, hurting, and threatening other people is easy for Toji. In fact, it’s his immediate reaction to someone he feels is a threat to your relationship. So if you’re not careful and piss Toji off enough, he might just kill your family. Best if you listen.

Home life with him isn’t bad. For the most part, Toji is a laid-back Yandere. It feels like you too are roommates, but your roomate likes kiss up on you and forbids you to leave the house without him by your side.

Overall, Toji is a 5/10 Yandere.

Mahito

Mahito is a fun yandere to think about.

As a yandere, he is a sadistic-possessive yandere. His obsession begins when he finds something interesting about you. Maybe you're a tourist who can’t speak Japanese very well and Mahito finds it adorable. Or maybe you bumped into him and saw him, making others look at you crazy since most humans can’t see him. You intrigue him more than other humans and he won’t let you out of his sight.

Mahito enjoys messing with you, all your reactions are endearing. He just adores the flush of embarrassment on your cheeks when others stop and stare at you after he a mountain of cans beside you. Giggles when you embarrass yourself yet again because you sometimes get so fed up with him that you go off on him in public areas. You humans can be so fun to play with!

He is now your roommate, like it or not. Follows you around everywhere, even the bathroom. He never leaves no matter how much you beg him. Loves to misplace your favorite foods because he knows it pisses you off and gives him a good laugh.

Literally gives no fucks killing off anyone posing a threat to your relationship. Hell, he’ll kill anyone for the sake of love. Mahito uses the threat of killing to keep you in check most of the time.

Punishments include anything sadistic that comes to his mind. You either get no punishment or the worst punishment you can imagine. After the punishment is over, Mahito always coos at you, kissing your booboos better. He claims he hates doing such vile acts to you when he teases you.

Overall, he's a damn parasite sucking out all the joy in your life. 1/10.

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blackswan446 · 2 months

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Could you please write about yandere who's a fuckboy? At first he was just gonna play with her reader's heart but ended up being obsessed with her. Any member is fine. Thank you so much in advance if you end up writing it!

lifetime.

→ pairing: yan!jjk x reader

→ synopsis: we live for so many years, why not make them the happiest you can?

→ wc: 5362

→ cws: kidnapping/coercion, death, funeral, sexual advances

→ notes: yay my first ask! hope you enjoy, and sorry it took so long :(

part two || m.list

jungkook was a womanizer.

at least, that's what everybody else called him. he liked to think of himself as...social. sure, he got around a bit, but that's just how young men lived. especially young men like him. born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the man was set up for success from the moment he was born. who cares if that success came at the expense of a childhood with present parents and a sense of family beyond a name?

needless to say, jungkook's reputation followed him wherever he went, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing for him. it gained him a different type of respect from other men of his status, and only seemed to draw more and more women into his addictive orbit, no thanks to his looks and suave personality. assistants, secretaries, office workers, even the wives of others, you name the woman, if she was around jungkook for a while, it's more than likely they had something going on.

what a shame he never stuck around. what a shame he would lure them in, with promises of extravagant dates, fancy dresses, and luxurious houses, all to have the chandelier fall back down on them in the form of "we're just not compatible!" although they acted sad, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were really so heartbroken over. the life of their dreams was hanging just within their grasp, all for it to be ripped away and dangled over the head of another girl. anyone would be sad about that.

did it ever get boring?...sometimes. but there lived no fun without the dullness. for every batch of girls that cycled in and out of his life, there were always a few sticklers. sticklers, who didn't leave quietly, but put up a fight, refused to leave, spat insults at him, one even keyed his expensive sports car. these ones were usually paid a hefty sum to see their way out of his life, and what was funny, is that every single girl who was offered the money took it and left. they didn't even give it a second thought.

the idea of settling down sounded nice for about a year, until he quickly realized that it was easier said than done for a man of his rank. it would be far too easy to lock in with a woman that married him for his house, his cars, his fortune, than for him. he didn't need to be bled dry by some selfish woman who resorted to marrying rich after her failed acting career. so alone he stayed, or rather, lonely. he was rarely alone with himself. but he always had this aching feeling of loneliness in his chest.

that was, until one little choice altered his entire life.

"this is who we've narrowed down for the secretary position, sir. it was difficult, as there were a lot of highly qualified applicants, but these are my choices. i figured you could get the final say, if you don't mind." sehyun concluded, leaving the stack of folders in front of jungkook on his desk. sighing deeply, he looked at he pile, then back to the man before him. "are you sure you want me to choose?"

sejun nodded. "yes, sir. unless, of course, you don't want to." he clarified. jungkook shook his head. "no, it's fine. i've got it." he said, reaching for the pile. shutting his eyes, and shuffling the folders in his hands, he grabbed a random one from the middle and held it up. "this one." he declared, handing it back to sejun.

taking it from the male, he opened the file to read the contents. "who's our lucky winner, sejun?" he joked, leaning back in his chair lazily. "looks like it's [first name/last name]. sound alright to you?" he asked, looking to his boss for approval. he nodded. "sounds great to me. she sounds pretty." he remarked, smiling at his own words. with a courtesy laugh and farewell, sejun left, shutting the door behind him. after he was gone, jungkook looked at the pile of papers left behind, and tossed them in the garbage without thinking twice.

it's almost as if he knew he would never need them again.

tapping your foot anxiously, you glanced around the clean waiting room, observing the decorations, the paintings, and even taking note of the sweet smell of the room, the smell of a fresh flower garden in the midst of spring. the only sound that filled the room was the typing of the receptionist on her computer, along with the occasional conversation from the office behind her. the seconds passed like minutes, the minutes like hours, as you waited for in the chair the receptionist sent you to. why were you in a chair? who knows, you told her you had been hired, but she still sent you to wait amongst the clients. you certainly fit in with them, wearing your nicest clothes and cleanest shoes.

finally, you heard the call of your name from behind the desk, and looked up to see a man rushing towards you. "[name], i'm so sorry to keep you waiting. how long have you been here?" he asked apologetically. you shook your head. "oh please, don't worry about it. i haven't been here for long." you reassured him, smiling in an attempt to ease his worries. "well, welcome to jeon industries. on behalf of everyone, we're all very happy you're here." he beamed, leading you down a carpeted hallway to a small, messy office. "here, have a seat--i guess you've been doing a lot of that today," he chuckled, "and i'll get you setup with your badge and login information."

you nodded, accepting his invitation to sit down in the cushy chair in front of his desk. the office was disorganized, but not in a way that made you want to leave. it looked more like the office of someone who was always hard at work, rather than someone who just didn't bother to clean. 'so you're fresh out of college, right? how's the real world been treating you?" he asked, typing away on his computer before searching around for something on his cluttered desk. "so far, so good. i'm here, aren't i?" you replied, half-smiling. he nodded slowly. "right you are...alright, here's a temporary badge. we'll get you an official one once we can get the photographer in for your picture. and this," he said, handing you a yellow sticky note with some writing scribbled on it, "is your login information for your computer. now i'll bring you to your desk, and get you setup with your trainer, and you'll be good to go!" he said cheerily, standing up from the chair and heading for the door.

a long series of hallways led to your desk, which was situated right outside of a sleek wooden door, on which a gold plate that was engraved with the name "jeon jungkook". the door had glass on either side, that peeked into the office, where you caught a glimpse of the supposed mr. jeon, on a phone call at his desk. unfortunately, he looked up from his desk at the exact moment you were peering into the office, resulting in one second of awkward eye contact before you turned your head away and your eyes met the ones of a new girl.

"hi!" she grinned, "i'm aera. i work in accounting, right down the hall. you're [name], right?" she asked, sticking her hand out for you to shake. taking it, you introduced yourself. "yes, hello, it's nice to meet you, aera!" you said confidently, her kind manner easing your burning nerves. "i'll let you two get started here. aera, thank you for your time, and [name], if you need anything, you can come to either of us, and we'll help you out. alright?" he asked. at your nod, he gave one last smile before disappearing down the hallway.

aera clasped her hands. "well, isn't this exciting! i love when we get new people here. let's start your training, shall we?"

jungkook saw you. you tried to look away, you tried to act like you weren't staring him down, but he always saw the stares. it's not like he had any issue with it, of course. he loved when people looked at him, especially pretty girls such as yourself. and to think that you were just going to be sitting outside, doing nothing else but running around for his sake! he had been looking for a new distraction from his work, his life, his everything. and it looks like he just found it.

three months had passed, three months of your little desk, new friendships, and great work. the job was going great for you; of course, it was work, so it did have its downsides, but the good far outweighed the bad. your coworkers welcomed you in with open arms, despite your young age and inexperience, they respected you and valued your opinions, which alleviated about 80% of your worries.

as for the job itself, it was great. all you really did was secretary work, like scheduling meetings, booking dinner reservations, and calling other businessmen, all for the ceo.

jeon jungkook.

what an interesting man.

right off the bat, jungkook was very...friendly...to you. the first day you were there, without aera by your side to help you, he moseyed on out of his office and right to your desk, taking the opportunity to "personally introduce" himself to you, and by that, he meant saying his name and staring at you like a piece of meat as he carried on a meaningless conversation.

from then on, he was always just around. wherever you were, he always seemed to find himself. for a while, you thought he was just being welcoming. but when it didn't let up after the first month, you started to think that there were some sort of ulterior motives at play. no ceo has any reason to be getting his secretary gifts every week, nor any reason to grab the small of her waist every time he passes behind her. the questions in your head came to an end when aera revealed the young man's real self, in a serious conversation over some hot breakroom coffee.

"he's a major...manwhore!" she revealed, going on to recount all the numbers of women she had heard him being with in her few years there. "he's been with virtually every woman here." you looked at her in disbelief, and you didn't need to ask the question for her to give you an answer. she nodded slowly, staring into her mug. "i'm not proud of it..i was young, and i liked the attention. i feel so stupid now." she admitted.

it all made sense to you now, the touching, the presents, the prolonged conversations about the lobby decorations. it all clicked. he only saw you as another trophy to win and put into his glass case with all the other girls he had tainted. you wanted to be shocked, but with someone of his authority and resources, it'd be a lie to say you expected differently. it was a shame, sure, but at least you knew now.

jungkook, on the other hand, had no clue what your problem was. it didn't usually take him this long to seduce a girl. what more did he have to do? he did everything he knew of--gifts, of pretty flowers and expensive candies, having long and invested conversations together, he even resorted to the subtle-touching method. how long was this going to take?! did you have a boyfriend, or were you saving it for marriage, or were you just a prude?

as frustrating as this loss was, especially for someone who always won, there was something strange about it that he...liked? he didn't know either. but it was oddly addicting, the challenge of it. the unfamiliarity of it. of not being given into at the first smile. the need to actually try, even if it was for something so shallow,

he just liked trying.

the night had come, and left a wash of black over everything that was once bright and clear. you could see the night sky from your window, and the stars glittered like moonlight on the ocean. throwing your things into your bag sloppily, in a hurry to get out out of the office and into the cool nighttime air. you were scheduled to have left an hour ago, but a cold had set you back a few days last week, and you needed to catch up on the work that was left waiting for you.

slinging your purse over your shoulder and pushing in your chair, you walked to jungkook's door to bid him farewell for the evening. as grossed out as you were by him, it would be rude to not say goodbye to your boss, at least, you thought it was. poking your head in the door, you barely got the word 'goodbye' out before noticing something strange.

jungkook wasn't hunched over his desk, or talking on his phone, or even on his computer. instead of bidding you a cheeky goodbye, he was standing at his large window, which overlooked the city and its bright lights. furrowing you brows, you debated going further inside to ask what was wrong, but the young man had already picked up on your presence, so you couldn't back out now.

"[name]," he said, not in his normal flirtatious tone, "heading out?" he glanced at the time on his watch. "i guess so. it's pretty late." you took a few steps into his office, staying close to the door. "yeah, i was. but are you alright? i saw you just...standing there." you asked quietly, nervous that your simple question had overstepped some type of boundary.

he nodded quickly. "yeah, yeah. i'm alright, thanks...just thinking, i guess." he said, turning his body to face you entirely. you cocked your head to the side. "about what? anything in particular?" you asked, mentally slapping yourself. this is probably exactly what he wants to happen, you thought, you were being too kind to him. but you couldn't exactly leave now, you were too far in.

he sighed. "honestly? yeah. i was just thinking...what if i'm not fit for this? i mean, today, i noticed that our revenue numbers have gone down, and not by just a little bit. i mean, i hear all the time that it's normal for companies to fluctuate in their numbers, but nobody ever talks about it. and it scares me. it makes me think that i'm doing something wrong." he confessed, looking down at his shiny leather shoes.

"i see." was all you could say. what else was there? were you supposed to give him business advice? "and i have my father breathing down my neck, always reminding me that i need to have this big, important life, that i need to get married, and run a corporation perfectly, and learn french, and piano, and racquetball, and all this other bullshit, and i can barely keep my head above water!" he complained, having shifted from the window to his desk chair. he chuckled slightly, after a moment. "i'm sorry, [name], god, i get asked one question, and i go off on a tangent. you don't deserve that."

you smiled softly. "don't worry, mr. jeon. i'm the one who asked. as for everything else you said...nobody said you need to do it all at once. you're young, sir. you have a lot of life ahead of you. you have plenty of time to do all of those things, and even more things, that you can choose. you're not running out of time. and i'm sorry you feel like you are." you consoled, scolding yourself for the cliché advice you just gave.

instead of scoffing, he nodded his head slowly. "i guess you're right. i mean, i'm only 28. i won't be going anywhere anytime soon." he mused. you smiled, this time more broadly. "you've given me a lot to think about, [name]. thank you. seriously." he said, his signature grin returning to his face. with a quiet goodbye, you scurried out of the office, eager to get out into the fresh air, and away from the incidental therapy session you just had with your boss.

the next day, you walked in, and as you approached your desk, you were greeted by the biggest arrangement of flowers you had ever seen in a vase. you didn't even need to read the card to know where they came from.

that day at lunch, a pair of dainty knuckles went up to meet the sleek wood of the door. a flat voice from behind it admitted the person to the room, which they entered and shut the door behind them.

"mr. jeon."

glancing up from the paper in his hands, he met aera's sharp eyes. "aera. what can i do for you?" he asked, turning his attention back down to his work. she moved forward, to sit in one of the sleek leather chairs in front of his desk. "well, you can tell me what you and that little assistant of your have going on, for starters."

looking up, this time with much more intensity than before, he stared into her brown eyes. "what are you talking about?" he demanded. she laughed, as if it were the stupidest question she had ever heard. "don't play dumb. you know exactly what i'm talking about. you and that little puritan that sits outside of your office all day?" she laughed again, "always sending her flowers and that other bullshit. i mean, you're not a stupid man. what could you possibly see in her? she's obviously a prude, obviously inexperienced, and so boring! what a sad excuse for a woman! why keep chasing after that..." she paused, standing up and circling around the desk to where jungkook was sat, seating herself on the arm of the chair, "when you could have...something so much better, and all you have to do is say the word?" she whispered, leaning in close to his ear.

clenching his jaw, jungkook turned his head away from aera. "get out." he seethed, refusing to say anymore than that. she scoffed, standing up and placing her hand on her hip. "i--you cannot be serious. don't be shy, sir, i know you want this. all you have to do is tell me yes."

"okay, well, i'm telling you to get out, before i call the front desk and have you escorted out, by security." he boomed, standing up from his chair, sending it flying into the shelf behind him, "and don't bother coming back. not today, not tomorrow, not next week. just pack your shit and leave."

mouth agape, and standing there awkwardly until jungkook motioned for her to get out, aera stormed out, heels thumping on the floor. "unbelievable. un-fucking-believable!" she shouted, slamming the door behind her as she left. she stormed past your desk and as she walked by, spat "he's yours, you little bitch."

confused, you watched her back disappear down the corridor and into her office, where she noisily started slamming things around. jungkook came out of his office, rushing to your desk as he heard her shout at you. her obnoxious throwing and swearing could be heard as she grabbed all her belongings and left out of the back entrance.

looking at jungkook, with whom you were still not totally comfortable with, he patted your shoulder softly as he talked to you. "are you alright? i don't know what her problem is. did she do anything to you?' he asked. after assuring him you were okay, he went back into his office. you wondered all afternoon what she meant by "he's yours".

ever since the night you had caught him all stressed out, he seemed to be different. like he held a higher respect for you now. instead of passing by you by grabbing your waist, he politely excused himself. instead of extending conversations about nothing, he asked you genuine questions, and replied with interested answers. as for the gifts...they didn't really stop. but his shift in behavior was nice, you appreciated the new high regard he held you in.

as for jungkook, he had stopped looking at you like a piece of ass. he didn't see you like that anymore. see, it wasn't the first time he had been asked if he was alright by a woman. it had happened plenty of times. it also wasn't the first time he had answered with that exact thing: the fear of not living up to what he needed to be, that ate away at him every single day. but it was the first time he had gotten an actual response. not a one-word answer, not an 'oh', not a subject change. an actual response, with substance and meaning. it was weird, such a small action was the most heard and seen he had ever felt in his whole life. furthermore, it inspired hope, something that he had long given up on. and it was fucking euphoric.

needless to say, he was smitten. maybe it was destiny, or maybe his standards were just low. either way, he had never felt this way for anyone before, and couldn't imagine feeling it for anyone else. so naturally, he didn't take too kindly to someone coming in and disrespecting you like that, much less one of your closest friends! through his anger, he couldn't help but wonder, why? was she jealous, because she knew that an ugly beast hid behind her mask, and there was no changing it? or was she just that shallow?

whatever her reasons, jungkook didn't really care. all he knew is that she was a problem, one that took priority over any other issue he had. she needed to be gone, not just from the company, but from society. your heart was too golden, too shiny and beautiful to float around, unprotected from the tarnish of others.

oh, you. what would happen with you? it was already decided, at least, in his mind, that you were his and he was yours. it was that simple. you just didn't know yet. that wasn't what the issue was here. you would no doubt be upset over the tragic loss of your best friend, but who would hold you as you cried? who would hug you as you struggled to fall asleep? who would be there for you in your hour of need? jungkook would, obviously. the roles in your life were open, the role of boyfriend, best friend, provider. and he had enough love to fill all of those spots to the max, plus more left over to shower you in, to drown you in. what better person could there be?

the decision was made, he knew what had to happen, and he knew he would get away with it. normally, he didn't like to risk dirtying his hands with anything even remotely like this, but for you, he'd crawl his way through the mud. besides, what harm was there in getting your hands dirty, as long as you washed the muck away?

the news had hit you like a freight train. aera, one of your very best friends, struck while walking on the street late at night, by a drunk driver. how awful! and just that day, she had gotten into a conflict at work...the poor girl. she was so young, too. she had so much going for her, so much to wait for in life.

putting on your nicest black outfit, combing your hair out, and grabbing your plain black umbrella, you parked your car on the road across from the cemetery. your umbrella came in handy, as it was a grey day, rain drizzling from the sky, almost like God was crying right along with you. faces, familiar and not, all flooded to the open grave.

looking around, you recognized a few coworkers, and most notable, jungkook. he had on a black suit, one that looked nicer than his everyday ones, and was standing around with a few people. he didn't look like he was sad, but more solemn. like he was only there because it was the right thing to do.

you shied away from the crowd, preferring to stick to yourself and process the loss on your own. you visited the casket, which had the lid shut up tight, and you just stood there for a minute. memories of aera flooded your mind, from the first cheerful greeting she gave you to the final words she hurled at you as she stormed away. who knew that would be the last time you ever saw each other?

as you mourned, you felt a hand snake around your waist, rubbing your side gently. "hey, [name]. how are you holding up?" jungkook asked quietly, leaning into your ear as he did so. you shook your head. "i'm fine, it's just..so shocking. i mean, we just saw her." you said, not totally believing the words that left your own mouth.

he nodded. "mmh, i get that. it's horrifying, isn't it? absolutely..horrifying." he said, looking down at the polished brown casket and the spread of flowers that sat on top of it. "hey, you've been standing in the rain for a while. aren't you cold? here, take this." he offered, taking the soft suit jacket off and hanging it over your shoulders. "how about we go sit down? the service is going to start soon." he said, carefully leading you to two chairs underneath the tent, away from the cold drops of rain that were hitting your skin.

you thanked him quietly, and before you could do anymore, the service started. the array of speeches and memories shared in aera's honor brought tears to your eyes, and you couldn't help the few that rolled down your cheeks. the whole time, jungkook kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, at some points even pulling you closer to him and almost cradling you in his arms. admittedly, it was nice to have someone there for you as you hurt, even if it was him.

the service ended, seemingly as quickly as it started. the crowd dispersed, some going up to say their final goodbye to aera. you and your fragile heart couldn't bear to do it, not again, and after leaving jungkook's suit jacket on your chair, you slowly started to make your way back to the car, wiping your tears on your hands as you did so.

"[name]!" you heard a familiar voice call. turning around, jungkook, suit jacket in hand, walked swiftly towards you, arm outstretched. "come on. i'll take you home." he said, reaching to grab your shoulder. you shook your head. "thank you, but my car's parked here. and thanks for the jacket. i'll see you at work." you replied, trying to turn and leave.

"i don't think you should be driving. you know, with...everything. your mind is foggy. it's dangerous to drive like that. come on, i promise i don't mind." he pleaded, a desperate look crossing his features. hesitantly, you obliged with his request, and he wrapped his arm around you once again as you walked to his fancy car. some heads turned, and there were some whispers, and your face burned because of it, but jungkook didn't seem to notice.

his car was nice, and undoubtedly expensive. with only two seats, it looked like something a movie star would zoom up to a party with. getting in, and buckling your seatbelt, you heard the door locks click, and as the car started up, you felt your grief fire up again, but this time, it manifested in your stomach, specifically, a pit feeling, similar to nerves.

"don't you need my address?" you asked him as he took off down the road. "i have your address already." he said, "you know, from employee records." he clarified, smiling at you innocently. there wasn't much conversation. only the sounds of the asphalt beneath you and the feelings of devastation at aera's death heightening in your stomach, now giving you sweaty palms and a racing heart. all you needed was to get home, to your shower, your pajamas, and your bed.

it was only after jungkook drove past your road that you realized the feeling in your stomach might be a bit more than pure grief. "sorry, but you drove past my road." you informed him. he shook his head. "no, [name]. we're not going there. i have something i need to tell you, and i really need you to stay calm, because it'll make it a whole lot easier for you. got that?" he asked, putting his hand on your thigh and making mindless patterns with his thumb.

"what are you talking about? i'd really just like to go back home, jungkook, my house. please." you beseeched. he shook his head again. "listen to me, baby, just listen, yeah? you are going home--well, not your home, but we're going to our home. sound good? i don't want you to worry. i know this is weird, but i promise, you'll love it. okay? stay calm, for me." he explained, slowly, as if you were a child. tears welled up in your eyes all over again. "but why? i don't want to!" you cried.

"why? why do you think, darling, because i'm bored?" he chuckled at his own sick joke, "because, i love you. and i'm the only one you have, now that aera's gone. i know you're sad about that, but trust me, it was for the best. if you heard what she said, you would hit the floor, baby." he said, he laughed at it, as if it were some type of hilarious joke.

it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was implying. disgusted, you froze in your seat, breath catching in your throat. "you...don't tell me...you did that..to her?" you choked out, barely able to annunciate the words. he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "what can i say? she wasn't good for you, darling, that's what you need to understand. she was such a hateful person. she deserved it." he assured you, voice calm and even.

vision blurring, whether it was from the tears or dizziness, you weren't sure, but you clawed at the handle of his car. "let me out. right now. just let me go, and i won't tell anyone. please." you begged, desperately looking around for anything to help you. suddenly, you felt the car stop abruptly in the middle of the road. jungkook leaned over, hand unmoving from your thigh, and spoke directly into your ear. "try to get out of this car again, and so help me god, i will not hesitate to do to the both of us what i did to aera. you wouldn't want that, would you, sweetheart?" he asked, voice sweet and innocent, as he leaned back, and even had the audacity to give you a kiss on the cheek and smile at you as he did so.

slowly, you sat back in your seat, hands folded in your lap. as much as you wanted to, you had no doubt that jungkook would run the both of you off the road if you tried anything else stupid. your ideas for escape started diminishing as more and more trees and fields filled your vision, and the buildings of the city faded away.

"listen to me. i got us a beautiful house in the country. it's huge, and we have anything and everything you could ever want. i'll keep on going to work, and all you have to do is stay home, and wait for me. okay? be there for me when i get home. spend time with me. be my wife. and whatever happens, happens." he told you sternly. "you know, [name], i think you were right. we have so much life left to live, both of us. we have decades left. and what better way to spend it,

than just the two of us, together?"

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 – 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒

↬ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

(A/N: the boys barely use their twitter bc they're "too busy" and it wouldn't fit their characters but they do use IG more (except for jongseong) and enha's maknae line are going to make cameo appearances!🥺)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆: 28, only son of The Park Company's owner Park Jongil, hobby chef, new CEO, one of SK most successful business men under 30, "the public's prince charming"

𝐘𝐋𝐍 𝐘𝐍: 21, university graduate but never had the opportunities to get far in her job until she runs into park nayeon at a cat cafe and gets an offer for a secretary position where she could finally work her way up, hobby baker, introvert, spends most time with her friends but lives alone, no contact to her family, moved to seoul after graduation (@/__solvely__ as faceclaim!!!)

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍: 28, TPC's CFO (chief financial officer), 1/3 of Jong's childhood best friends, seoul's man of the year

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍: 28, TPC's head lawyer, 2/3 of J's childhood best friends, literally known as "the standard" bc of how pretty he is, lives in the penthouse next door to jongseong

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: 29, TPC's CMO (chief marketing officer), 3/3 of jong's cbfs, lowkey jong's right hand, made it on the forbe's list of most successful people under 30 alongside jjong

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍: 30, jong's older half sister, doesn't really have a job, does modelling work every now and then but mostly content creation on social media, same dad different moms, lives close to jongie bc as much as she hates her failure of a father she adores her baby brother

𝐘𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐇: 28, jong's childhood friend who grew up in the same circles as him, content creator as well, works part time at TPC bc jong's father forced him to hire her, unhealthily obsessed with jongseong, actually thinks she's going to marry him lmao

𝐘𝐔 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍: 22, y/n's childhood bestie and aeri's roomie, works in the marketing department of TPC, cat mom, loves her job but hates working, draws caricatures of her coworkers during meetings

𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈: 21, y/n's other childhood bestie who works in human resources at TPC, hates yoo shiah with her whole being but likes her job, besties with her boss, always has boiling hot office tea bc everyone just tells her everything

(A/N: I know I said I'd take a break but I really felt like posting the profiles now to hype you guys up a little more 🫣 i know i haven't responded to all the poison asks yet but i promise i'll get to it once i feel like it! this was also pre-made and ready to be posted weeks ago so not much work! sending everyone the fattest kiss and thank you so much for all the love and support. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!!!🥺💞)

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thetreefairy · 8 months

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Hiya, for your event can i request fantasy au with king gojo with the prompts Sunflower,3,4 platonic yandere. I see you just made a gojo fic so if you don’t wanna write for him can fyodor for bsd replace him? Thanks in advance

I tried to write this with fyodor, but I could not--- so here's gojo, you can request as much Gojo as you want cuz he's my fav in JJK. Reader is related to Gojo in this .

Warnings: manipulation, reader wants to find their parents, parental deaths, gojo is a bit dubious ngl

Sunflower - "I adore you like you are mine."

"Stay with me, or I will make you."

"You are the bird in a golden cage, act like it."

They/them reader

700 rules - 700 masterlist - kofi

King Gojo had little family, and the family that he did have was barely in contact with himp.

At least, until their child came to him, begging for him to help them find their parents. "My sister went missing?" He had asked to the teen infront of him, they had his eyes.

"Yes, as well as my pa." Reader had said with teary eyes. "I beg of you to help me find my parents, your majesty."

"My sister and I don't have a cordial relationships." Gojo said with a small smile, he missed her truly. "But this situation will make us put our differences aside."

Reader looked at him with a bright smile, causing him to grin at them. "And perhaps I will finally get to know (my cousin/niece/nephew)."

The way his posture changed and how his expression, it set off alarm bells in Reader.

Perhaps they should have listened to their mom's warnings about him...

While Gojo had promised Reader that he would search for their parent, he had offered them a place in the palace. Which caused Reader to ask: "Why did ma give up her title?"

"Is it important?" Gojo had asked. "Quite so, I don't wish to be murdered you see." Reader had answered back.

"You have quite the imagination, I would never let my blood be harmed."

While Reader tried to help with the search, they slowly became close with Gojo, they even started to call him uncle. Slowly the court started to treat Reader as the crowns heir.

During Tea time Reader asked about it. "Uncle Satoru, why are people treating me like the crowns heir?"

"Perhaps, because." He started dramatically. "I adore you like you are mine."

Reader chuckled nervously and drank their tea quietly. So this is what their mother meant, as long as their parents are found... His obsessions won't continue.

But the next day, the imperial knights brought two death cerficates to them.

Reader had dropped to their knees and broke down. Their ma and pa were gone. The people who were supposed to be by their side until they were old and gray, the people Reader was supposed to care for as they grow old.

And now they are gone.

Reader had to leave this place, they had to, before their uncle because obsessed. Just like he was with their ma.

But when Reader voiced their desire to leave and bury their parents at their home, Satoru's behavior took a dangerous turn.

'I have been too naïve.' they thought as Satoru grabbed their arms tightly and said: "Stay with me, or I will make you."

"W-what?" Reader had dumbly asked. "You can't do that, uncle."

"I can do what I want, I am the king, and I hold full authority."

"Yes, but imprisonment without a just cause is illegal!" Reader shouted. "Even for the king!"

"Oh, but I have a just cause." Gojo said in a low tone, pulling Reader into a tight hug. "A grieving child cannot make decisions for themselves."

Reader gulped.

"Now can they?"

All they could do was smack his chest, not that he would budge. "awh, darling." He chuckled. "Your grief is making you violent, perhaps you should rest."

He pushed you towards a new room, it was big. It almost felt like the entry to a house.

"Everything you need is here." Satoru whispered in Reader's ear as they cried out. "You'll never need to leave."

With that Satoru left and shut the door, locking it. A maid in the room ran to Reader as they dropped to the ground saying: "Your highness, why don't we take a bath and read a few books. That will surely calm you down."

They had nodded and allowed the maids to do as they pleased. As they whispered praise in Reader's ears.

The only time Reader was allowed out of that room was for their parents funeral.

It seemed like Satoru truly meant for them to never leave. So Reader fought with him every time he came to visit. He told himself: 'They just need to adapt, soon they'll accept their new positions.'

But eventually he broke.

The next time he came to visit he asked: "When will you stop asking such foolish things?"

"When you realize you can't keep me here, I am my own person." Reader had hissed back at him. "No." He spat with venom.

"You are a bird in a golden cage, act like it."

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hinakazino · 24 days

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Royal Reverse Harem, Gojo/Reader

#1 Continuation of the Royal Reverse Harem series! This'll be a mini series, just with interesting scenarios with JJK. <3 Warnings: Obsessive Gojo, mean gojo, toji/reader & gojo/reader.

When you'd first transferred into the novel, you were in a state of shock. The fancy bedroom, the beautiful decor, the utter amount of respect you were given, and the overly expensive food was awesome. Reality didn't really hit you until after a week or so.

You felt so stupid, you had wasted a week doing pretty much nothing except enjoy your new lifestyle. Sure the maids, butlers, and EVERYONE seemed terrified of you but all you really thought about was being nice to change their opinions.

Your idea of "I'll just be good and live my life happily watching my favorite characters" came completely crashing down when Gojo decided to pay you a visit. By now, thankfully you already set in motion your plan to change public opinion but Satoru had other ideas.

Satoru was stunning, a majestic being. He looked like an angel who had been sent from the heavens, sculpted by the gods themselves. His soft white hair and striking blue eyes, and oh goodness, his soft lips. It was a little embarrassing, how much you admired him.

When you first saw him, there was no doubt in your heart why the villainess loved him so much. Satoru was fascinating, not just in his standing but his mere presence demanded respect. You felt the air leave your lungs as you sat at the dinner table.

It was quiet for awhile, which made you feel awkward as Satoru himself was the one who requested your attendance. However, what you didn't know was that Gojo was just as confused with your silence. Normally you'd be speaking to him, in your confident haughty mannerisms.

He couldn't quite understand what was different today, you seemed, nervous? He didn't know, but what he did know was that at the moment he was fed up with your schemes. It was just too bad, he didn't know you weren't the actual villainess!!

"I don't understand why you're so silent, especially when you of all people should know why I'm here," he stated. Oh, now you were panicking, because you honestly had no idea what he was talking about!!

Silence seemed the best choice but this had only angered Satoru more. As the night progressed he had begun shouting at you, violently clattering plates to the floor, and commanding you to simply stay away from him.

It was a traumatizing experience, safe to say, after that Gojo Satoru did not look the same to you. Now whenever he was near you, whether it be just passing by or due to political, social, or marital reasons you tended to shift away whenever possible. Even when you were pressured by your family, which sucked, Gojo wasn't interested anyway so you snuck away most times.

In the end, you decided on a divorce, it was also the best step to ensure you stayed alive, which you asked for two weeks later after your dinner session with him. Satoru, although surprised by your request had asked whether this was a tactic to gain his favor.

"No, I truly want this divorce," you responded quietly, eyes not being able to meet his as you glanced everywhere but forward. You didn't know what to say to him anymore, it was not longer a feeling of awe and captivation anymore with him. Now, you simply wanted to be as far away from him as possible too.

Gojo on the other hand was delighted, had quickly signed the papers, and had pressured his father, the emperor, to confirm it a week later. Everyone was caught off guard by the sudden divorce, and word spread like wildfire.

Can you believe that the crown prince and, well, previous-to-be princess divorced? , I saw it coming from a mile away! That witch would've ruined this empire. , What does this mean, could it be that the rumor of the crown prince having a secret lover is true? Who is it? , Oh, I feel so sad for poor (y/n), she really is a kind woman, have you even spoken to her before?

The last statement made you proud when you heard of it from your lady-in-waitings. At the very least, public opinion had changed for you to some extent. You intended for it to continue turning positive for the better. Now that you stayed with your parents, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

What you didn't realize was that after 3 months of divorce Gojo was beginning to rethink his choices. Firstly, he was annoyed because despite the divorce being official his father still pestered him on the daily. The truth was evident, the emperor did not approve of a commoner becoming the future empress (that said commoner, the female lead).

The emperor only agreed on this divorce because Gojo did make some sense, and, he didn't want to lose the support of one of the highest nobles in his empire. That being said, he either now expected Satoru to find another noble lady (many available) or crawl back to you (honestly emperor has given up on trying to be civil).

Due to these factors, Satoru has still be thinking of you. However, he wasn't that interested until just about the 2nd month after your divorce with him. See, the reason was that he had eyes on you anyway, his spies in your estate told him anything they deemed necessary. What were you going to do? Go after the female lead again?

It was all too predictable, which was why when Satoru's father yelled at him for not doing anything he was confused. "What is it now father?" he responded, irritated. "YOU FOOL. (Y/N)'S ALREADY COURTING OTHERS, THE ZENIN, SOUND FAMILIAR? Oh.. you're a lost cause now..." his father had responded, tired and exhausted of his son.

That was when Gojo was informed by his spies, that you, in fact, had been in much contact with Toji much recently. Then, when Gojo asked why his men hadn't reported anything, they stated that they had mentioned it once already but nothing important seemed to come up other than you both being acquaintances. Plus, the rumor was everywhere anyway, they'd assumed he'd heard.

Now, Satoru began to watch you more intensively, peaked even higher when at a social party just 2 days later, you were dancing with Toji. Both of you so friendly, even Gojo was dumbfounded as to how. Didn't Toji not like you?

After Toji, there was Geto, Gojo's best friend turned into one of the Empire's sole enemies. A true tragedy that was, and yet, you were spotted with him as part of reports following his activity! Which occurred to everyone considered an enemy of the empire, but you? What were you doing with him?

Then there was the flirting with Choso, and your newfound friendship with Yuki. You were on a roll of drama, being front and center on stage whilst promoting good deals which pleased all classes on the social hierarchy. Gojo was at a loss and at the same time, thrilled? No, maybe jealous, not of you but those associated with you.

He hadn't seen you like that before, you looked genuinely happy now. You were having fun at social gatherings, not having a care in the world. Despite your obvious scandalous behavior, you were no longer committing acts of evil and, no longer glancing at him. Which didn't feel right!!

Gojo Satoru hated to admit it, but if this was another one of your games it was definitely working. Only a couple months after separation, and he was watching your every move. Even beginning to reconsider his choices, thinking how the female lead wasn't as interesting anymore to him.

Sadly, it was a bit too late now but Gojo has decided, he wants to win back your favor. A crown prince, a noble lady previously wed to him, what could potentially go wrong?

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk reverse harem x reader #jujutsu kaisen reverse harem x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #Satoru gojo #yuki tsukumo #choso kamo #choso x reader #yuki x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji

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thejujvtsupost · 2 months

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My Baby Looks Good On You

I'll be honest I don't know why this came out this way, but it just felt right to throw in some hints of boxer!Toji for funsies. I've seen people do this trope in different ways for Toji and other jjk characters but l personally have never written Toji like this before but I kinda like it! Edit: I like it enough and the poll showed interest so now it’s a series: My Blood Looks Good On You.

Notes: F!reader, boxer!Toji, light age gap - Toji is early 30's and reader is mid 20's, reader works as a nurse, unplanned pregnancy reveal, Toji is a smidge ooc, just a little Drabble to start us off but future chapters will be longer. <3

Toji’s reaction shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did. You were a little ashamed you doubted him at all.

Toji has always been obsessed with you, from day one he was determined to make you his- and when he finally did get you to go out with him he showed his soft side to you. Seeing the vulnerability of such a strong man that was cold to everyone but you was intimate on a deeper level and the show of trust- proof he was trying, was enough to lock you down for good.

Months and months later that didn't change. He was still soft with you, obsessed with you. He hated going to the gym for long hours- or you going to work because you'd be apart. He couldn't protect you from the world if he wasn't by your side.

So the day he came home to you crying on the couch, his panic was immediate, only for you to tell him the best news he's ever heard through your sobs.

His eyes went wide. You were pregnant with his baby. His baby.

"I want to keep them but I understand if you would rather I leave... it's so much commitment and you're at the height of your career and you have so much going on-" your rambling was getting you worked up again. You were a nurse, it’d be incredibly difficult to raise a child on that income alone but you’d find a way…

He was a little shocked but didn't take offense, obviously you were feeling unsure and scared.

"Oh baby, no. You and our baby aren't going anywhere, I don't give a fuck about my career. My baby's carrying our baby. And you know l've been all in for you, nothing changes that. I’m happy, baby. I’m so happy and I want you to be happy with me. It’s okay to be scared, but you can be happy too." He pulled you into his lap to straddle him so he could hug you tight. You needed the comfort and reassurance.

You were calming down and taking deep breaths, “Are you sure? It’s so unexpected.”

“We haven’t been the most careful, is it really a surprise?” He looked at you with a smirk.

You blushed, “oh my god shut up.” He only laughed at your reaction. “You really are happy?”

“I’m beyond happy. We’re gonna be a little family now.”

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kierewrites · 10 months

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Tamed

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Gojo x Reader x Kakashi

Art: @ maru_shikak on Twitter

Mood Song: shameless

Summary: The week you had been dreaming of since you were a little girl was finally here, but after two new faces made an unexpected appearance, your week went far from how you had always visioned it.

Warnings: 18+, spanking, brat taming, praise/degrading, threesome, double creampie, overstimulation, f!receiving, m!receiving, virigin reader, corruption, implied age gap (reader in early 20s, gojo/kakashi in late 20s), MHA/Naruto/JJK universes, an extremely out of place and mildly confusing happy ending because i can't physically write bad endings (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Fingertips grazed along the wooden doors, nails tapping against the dark surface just begging to push onwards into the room that awaited you.

The week you had been dreaming of since you were a little girl was finally here. Mentor Week.

During the final year at your academy, a group of state of the art mentors across all fields of combat would come and take on one student to train for a week. If the week of training went well and all exams are passed, the student has the opportunity to become a full fledged sidekick for their mentors.

The opportunity was a dream for most students, especially because it allowed them to bypass years of internships and work studies that would allow them to jumpstart their sidekick career. Not many students passed the training each year, but you weren’t most students.

Combat work has been in your family for generations. Each member of your family owned their own agency, or was their own independent master within many fields of combat. In addition, your family had been blessed with different types of elemental control of water.

It wasn’t unusual for families to have a traditional power that’s been passed down for generations, but to have such control over a foundational element made your family rare, amongst many. Specifically, you were rare amongst many.

For the first time in nearly five decades, you had gained the ability to fully control the element of water. Many members of your family only had partial control, whether it be certain types or temperatures of water, but you had universal power over it. From the very first day you developed the power, your mother made sure you knew of its importance.

“You’re very special my love,” Your mother spoke to you, your wide glossy eyes staring at her after you had witnessed just a small glimpse of what your power had to offer.

You were just swimming in the spring behind your home, all of your cousins playing an intense game of tag with their own versions of their powers. In the midst of your fun, you noticed your little brother slip on one of the stones, and his head was aiming right for a sharp rock below.

Almost like second nature, you swung your arms up in an attempt to catch him. But instead of feeling his skin on yours, you almost felt his presence in your arms. Like you knew you caught him, but not in the way you planned. When you peaked your eyes open, you gasped upon seeing your brother surely being held upright, but it was a stream of water that caught him.

Everyone seemed caught up in the moment, especially your cousins. You remember your aunties and uncles all crowding around in amazement at what you had done, but all you could remember was how confused you were. You didn’t really do anything, but in so many ways you did.

“Our family has been waiting for generations for an heir to take on the full power of our element,” Your mother spoke with a proud smile, “I knew from the moment you opened your eyes my special Y/n, it was going to be you.”

You remembered how your family celebrated all night, and even the week after crowds of people you didn’t recognize came to celebrate your new gift. From that day forward, training became your new obsession. Your new purpose. The chant they repeated to you over and over would ring in your head, until you made it to this moment.

“You are the chosen one.”

You weren’t sure if you whispered those words to yourself, or to the door standing tall before you, but it was all you needed to hear before you bravely pushed the doors open to start this new path of success.

Every bit of confidence faltered when you noticed a lack of presence in the room. It seems no mentors had shown up yet, and only a few students sat at the vacant desks.

“I’m only ten minutes early…” You muttered to yourself, glancing down at your phone to confirm your observation. It didn’t seem very professional for both students and mentors to be late, but your worries were silenced when a familiar voice piped up from the front of the room.

“Y/n! You’re here!”

A smile crept upon your lips when you heard your friend’s voice, every bit of anxiety rushing out of your body as she waved you over to the empty seat beside her.

Akira had been with you from day one. Both of your families had been good friends since your father and her uncle had started an agency together. Her family’s powers had gifts to control the nature around them, Akira’s particular gift being that she could control the growth of shrubbery around her.

Though you knew your gift was much more powerful than hers, you never thought much of it. The rare gifts of your family never went to your head, and you always saw your opponents as equals. Beyond the fact that you were family friends, Akira’s personality contrasted yours in the most perfect of ways.

While you had a more determined yet anxious personality, she had a more upbeat and relaxed personality. She understood the pressure your gift put you under, and the high expectations your family set on your shoulders. As much as you tried to keep a relaxed, confident composure around others, Akira always saw through the facade.

Instead of being the thorn in your side, she was the fresh field of flowers that allowed you to genuinely unwind and appreciate the world around you. You had both been inseparable since the day you met, and you hoped that’s what your future held as well.

“There’s Y/n, confident as ever.” Akira said with a grin, jabbing at your side which resulted in a grunt like chuckle before you sat in the seat beside her, returning the grin.

“And there’s my radiant flower, my good luck charm as always.”

Akira giggled at your words before letting out a sigh, “Kinda weird none of the mentors have shown up, right?”

Her words made the nerves begin to swell up again. So you weren’t the only one who noticed.

“Definitely, maybe it’s some sort of test?”

“Maybe, I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle.” Akira said, her grin returning as she tugged you into her side and held you close.

A satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you relaxed yourself into her hold. Everything was going to be just fine.

“Well don’t you two look awfully cheerful down there.”

The grating voice of your classmate from the desks above you made your skin crawl, your jaw immediately jutting out in annoyance as you swung your head back to see an all too familiar smirk.

“I’m surprised you even made it here dork, thought you’d chicken out.”

The boy opened his mouth to speak until another voice spoke behind him, “Give Ren a chance, he said his good luck prayer last night and everything.”

Both you and Akira snorted as Ren’s smirk dropped into a pout, his head whipping to glare at Haru, his supposed best friend and roommate. The two of them entered your life in high school, already being friends from their previous school. Though not coming from prestigious families like you and Akira, they both had exceptional skills which scored them into your current academy.

“I told you not to tell anyone about that.” Ren whined, shoving his friend's shoulder as he sat down in the seat beside him.

You couldn’t help the warm smile when you heard Akira’s ceaseless giggles besides you. Ever since the four of you became friends, Akira formed the largest crush on Ren. What she saw in the goofy boy, you weren’t sure, but the two sure enjoyed each other’s company.

Of course you and Haru were aware the entire time, attempting to be wingman and woman for your two friends, but the two were as dense as they come when it came to romance.

“Don’t worry Ren, I think it’s cute.” Akira said with a wink, the action shocking you as Ren began to smile like a bumbling oaf.

Elbowing her side, you offered a grin, to which she began blushing as she jerked her head away from you.

“But Y/n…” Haru spoke, his cough to gain your attention making you look back up to him, “Ren is unfortunately right, you two do look questionably cheerful.”

His words made you raise a brow, confused to what he was insinuating. Haru took the signal to keep going.

“Don’t you feel a bit worried? With such high expectations after all.”

And there it was, Haru’s true intentions. The boy had always been curious, though you think a better word would be an instigative. You knew deep down it was to poke at that fire in you, keep you on your toes, but it still did agitate you each time he tried to test you.

“What do I have to be worried about?” You spoke defensively, lifting your chin to the roof, “I’m the chosen one; I’m going to nail this mentorship, become Mirko’s sidekick, then become the greatest hero this world has ever seen!”

While you knew you were getting ahead of yourself, you expected at least a chirp from Akira or even a sneer from the dorks sitting above you, but instead you were met with a painful silence.

Until a new voice joined in.

“A bit cocky there, are we?”

Your body whipped around to see a tall man standing before you. It was then you noticed clusters of mentors had begun entering the room. They must have all come together from another location. The sight of them caught you off guard for a moment, between the declaration and their sudden arrival, you felt your cheeks grow warm.

Worst of all, no matter how much you tried to shove the thoughts down, the man before you was strikingly handsome. You hated the way your chest tightened and your breath hitched when you noticed his sharp teeth flashed in a smug grin.

There wasn’t much you could tell about him thanks to his oversized attire, and even worse he had a strange mask shielding his eyes, so there wasn’t much to look at except the large palms that splayed across your desk, his sharp facial features, and his stark white hair. But even that was enough to get your heart racing just a bit too fast.

All you could observe is that he was much too old to be a student, so he must be a mentor. Giving him one last full body check, you decided whoever he was, you shouldn’t give him much attention. With the way your body was reacting and the attitude he was throwing at you, it would be best to get him away.

Turning your full body to him now, you crossed your arms and raised a brow up to the man.

“What’s it to you, old man?”

Whatever the white haired mentor was expecting, it wasn’t that. His mouth dropped into an O shape as he dramatically gasped, “What about me screams old? I’m one of the youngest mentors here!”

Before you could come up with a response, a chuckle was heard from behind him, followed by a new presence shuffling beside the mentor. This man was concerningly similar to the other, nearly the same height, stature, attire, and most importantly: white hair. He even had a mask, though his only covered one eye. His stunningly sharp features only made your heart beat faster, the feeling making you more frustrated by the minute.

“I’m not so sure Saturo, are those wrinkles in your smile?”

The feigned shock of the eye masked mentor was now directed to the other, his mouth open surely ready to make a quip back until you spoke with an unimpressed expression on your face.

“You’re not exempt eyepatch, your hair is as white as his.”

Now both men before you looked at you with shocked expressions, though it was more satisfying from the one eyed man since you could see his eye widen in surprise.

You weren’t sure where the sudden attitude came from. You weren’t normally this blunt with strangers, especially mentors of all people, but for some reason it felt well deserved. Men never usually got you this way, hot and bothered probably the best way to put it, but the last thing you needed right now was a distraction. It didn’t matter anyways, in a few short minutes you would never see these stooges again.

Akira gave you a nervous glance, noticing your change in demeanor while the man with the double eye mask bursted into laughter at the sight of his colleague’s face.

The one eyed man’s expression suddenly grew just a bit dark as he placed a palm on your desk and leaned his face closer to you, most likely an attempt to appear intimidating.

“Don’t you think you should show your superiors a bit more respect, hm?”

There it was, that racing of your heart again. It was beating so fast you thought it was going to come up your throat, you hated it. Despised it. You needed to get these two far away from you as soon as possible.

As if your body was moving on autopilot, you leaned up to the man practically touching noses, returning the same intimidating stare.

“Oh, but you’re not my superiors, are you?” You spoke, coy grin on your face as you leaned back in your chair and let out a sigh, “I don’t know who you dorks are, but I’m going to be mentoring with Mirko and Mei Mei. The likes of you two don’t concern me.”

The sound of your name being harshly whispered caused you to slightly turn your head to Akira, though you kept your defensive posture to the two men as you listened to her whisper.

“Y/n! These two are-”

“I don’t care who they are, Akira,” You spoke confidently, offering her a warm smile before turning back to the men who were now staring at you with unreadable expressions, “They’re only distractions in my effort to become the top hero.”

Your final words clearly got to the two men, the one eyed man kissing his teeth as the other let out a chuckle. Regardless, you didn’t care.

You worked your ass off to sit in this very room. Years of blood sweat and tears have led you to this moment, and you’re not going to let two newbie mentors throw you off your game.

Sure enough, both mentors left without a word, just as you expected. They were only here to tease you, most likely because they knew of you and your family.

A small part of you would be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by their expressionless faces. If it had been literally any other situation, you would have pressed further, but you really needed to get focused. There were many others who wanted your mentor group, and you weren’t about to let them beat you to it.

“Damn girl, you got balls!” Ren spoke, you could hear the grin in his voice. For once, the boy made you smile as you looked back to see him and Haru looking at you in shock.

“No, she's got a fried brain.” Haru growled, his voice making you blink as you looked to him with concerned eyes, “Clearly you didn’t do your research.”

His accusation had your blood boiling. You spent months analyzing every aspect of this process, including hearing stories from your own mother. There was nothing about this experience that you didn't know about.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you Y/n,” Akira said, her worried voice making you drop your head to her, “That was Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake.”

Though the names sounded vaguely familiar, the look of worry on Akira’s face made your heart drop.

“They’re like the top ranking combatants in their respective fields; Gojo is a special grade sorcerer, and Hatake is a high ranking jonin.” Akira explained, the more she spoke the worse you felt, “They just joined the mentorship program this year, but they’re already the most desirable group of mentors to work with because of their renowned status.”

You felt your blood run cold, the scene that just played out running through your head like a horror movie as you slowly turned to face the two men that were now standing amongst the other mentors.

Luckily their eyes weren’t on you, but you still felt an eerie presence just glancing in their direction. Of all people to pick a fight with… why did they even come to you in the first place?

“Holy shit, I’m an idiot.” You muttered, face as white as a ghost as you buried your face in your hands. The three of your friends looked at you sympathetically, knowing there wasn’t much to be done now that the ordeal was over.

“I..It’s okay Y/n, you didn’t know…” Akira said, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“Yeah Akira is right, besides you don’t want to work with them anyways! Just pray you don’t cross paths with them again when you’re a big shot hero.” Ren snorted, though the more he spoke the more the three of you glared at him.

You hadn’t even thought of that, and of course you told them who your ideal mentor group was. What if they go to them and explain what a terrible student you are?

“Y/n, get out of your head.” Haru spoke sternly, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked up to his surprisingly sincere eyes, “It was clear those two were messing with you, probably because of your family name. You’re going to get the mentors you want, so don’t sweat it, okay?”

Just as he finished, he held his hand out down to you and offered a kind smile. Biting your lip, you nodded and offered a confident grin of your own as you clapped your hand against his own.

“Okay!”

Turning back around, you let out a shaky but at least relieved sigh. Haru was right, one minuscule conversation wasn’t going to throw off the trajectory of all your hard work. They probably were just trying to get you worked up, which clearly worked, but it’s in the past now. This was all behind you.

But little did you know, this was only the beginning.

“She’s looking at us.”

The two men stood amongst the mentors, pretending to converse amongst them, though they were doing quite the opposite.

“I’m aware, I can sense her too.” Kakashi spoke calmly, Gojo frowning at his short response.

“For once I’m not trying to flex my superior skills, I’m just addressing the elephant in the room.”

Kakashi offered a lazy glare to Gojo until he noticed the sourcer bluntly looking in your direction.

“Are you straight up staring at her now?”

“What? She’s cute when she gets all flustered. Could sense her little heart beating a mile a minute the more she talked with us,” Gojo simply grinned, his expression making Kakashi grow curious, “Besides, pretty sure sunshine next to her just explained who we are.”

The sourcer nodded his head, Kakashi following his gaze to see you burying your head in your hands as your friend rubbed your shoulder.

Adorable.

“Glad to see the girl has some shame.” Kakashi sighed, a small grin playing at his lips as Gojo looked to him, “I expected the daughter of the L/n clan to have some spunk, but she’s just a borderline brat.”

“Agreed.” Gojo hums, tapping his index finger atop his chin before looking back to Kakashi, “I think we should do something about that.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened at this, his head whipping to Gojo giving him a knowing look.

“Gojo…”

The sorcerer simply laughed, placing his hands behind his head and letting out a sigh.

“C’mon you saw how flustered she got when she was getting all fiesty,” Gojo argued, toothy grin in sight, “You can’t look me in the eye and say this wouldn’t go the way we want it to.”

Kakashi let out a sigh, rubbing his fingers against his forehead, “Look I’m not openly disagreeing with you, but she’s here for a reason. We can’t interfere with her training, lord knows what her family would do to us if they found out.”

“Please her family would kiss our feet if she found out we trained her. Who better than the most powerful people in this room to train their beloved prodigy.”

The ninja gave Gojo an unimpressed look, though his cheeks were flushed as he was in deep thought. Admittedly, the minute your file came across his desk he was immediately intrigued.

Many people in the industry would be an idiot if they hadn’t heard of you, let alone your clan. Most students of the core elemental families were well known amongst the higher ups, likely because of their destined success.

Though there were many students out there that rivaled your strength, you stuck out the most to him. Ironically, coming from the peaceful element of water, you had a fire within you. Even family heads admitted at gatherings that you were difficult to deal with, as you were a stubborn unstoppable force when it came to your desires.

Your beauty was also a prominent trait when your name was mentioned. If rumors were true, you have yet to go on a single date with anyone. Every romantic offer had been shut down in an effort to focus on becoming the top hero.

Surely such standards were a result of your family’s high expectations, but for your obstinate personality to be so well known amongst the community, it only made him more curious about you. More excited.

“I know you read her file Bruce Lee,” Gojo continued, like the devil on his shoulder as he continued to speak, “Heard she’s never had a teacher she couldn’t outperform. Probably why she has that attitude of hers, rightfully deserved I suppose.”

Kakashi grit his teeth at the name, but a surge of excitement shot up his spine as Gojo continued to speak. He did remember reading that in your file. Honestly in a way, he couldn’t blame you. Both Gojo and Kakashi knew how it felt to be at the top of every class, even at such a young age. It’s hard not to develop an ego.

But even then, his sympathy couldn’t extend past the desire to test you. Push you to your limits until you are forced to…

“Are you really going to let her win?”

The ninja finally let out a defeated sigh, turning to the sorcerer as he raised a brow.

“What are you suggesting Satoru?”

Gojo’s grin grew wider at his defeat, “Look I’m not saying we force her into anything, I’m not a monster.”

Kakashi’s unimpressed eyes remained on Gojo as he continued.

“I’m just saying we show her that she’s not the only prodigy out there, give her some good training… and if she happens to fall head over heels in love with our charming charisma and good looks in the process then…”

“Stopping you there Satoru. As much as I would love to give her a good lesson, she already said she wants to partner up with Mirko and Mei Mei. What makes you think she’s going to choose us now?”

Gojo simply chuckled all too confidently, the sound unnerving Kakashi as he raised a brow.

“You leave that to me my friend. So what do you say, are you in?”

“Welcome Class of 2022 to this year’s annual Mentorship Week. We are pleased to see so many familiar faces make it into the program.” Your school head spoke, a practiced smile on her face as she looked out at the many students, “This week will be challenging for all of you, but it will give you the opportunity to train hard and potentially earn a job with two of these many fine mentors.”

Her words have excitement bubbling throughout your entire body. After catching a glimpse of Mirko and Mei Mei sitting together, you couldn’t help the small grin on your face as you shifted in your seat. Mei Mei, as always, looked so elegant and maybe even a bit arrogant as she looked amongst the crowd with a smirk on her face. Ironically, many people didn’t like her for her “gold digging” career within the industry, but you couldn’t care less. A badass is a badass.

Then there was Mirko, a greek god in the form of a hybrid human. Her legs alone were about the width of your entire body. She looked even bigger in person, and her eyes held authority. Overall she exuded power.

You wanted to be exactly like them.

“Those are your girls!” Akira whispered, your head nodding to her excitedly as the school head continued to speak.

“Now I know in previous years, the students would pick their desired mentor group in order of student ranking.” Your school head explained, her eyes falling on you as she smiled warmly, “Which in that case would mean Y/n L/n would be first to pick.”

Suddenly all the excitement bursted inside you, a proud smile on your lips as you felt most eyes on you now. Just as you were about to stand and declare your desired group, you were cut off by the school head.

“But,” The principal spoke, a bit of amusement in her eyes as she noticed you awkwardly sit back in your seat, “We’ve decided to change things around this year.”

A sudden hush of whispers was heard around the room, confusion amongst everyone at the sudden change. The mentorship program had been like this for years. Your mother and her mother and her mother all told you how they went first to pick their own group.

Even with the hushed whispers, you simply heard static. Your head began to swirl as you wondered what could possibly be changing this year. Were they going to let the lowest ranking student go first out of fairness? Then you would get the worst mentors here!

You could kiss your dream of becoming a premature sidekick down the toilet.

“Due to requests on behalf of our esteemed mentors, we have decided henceforth that the mentors will now be choosing their desired student to train.”

Suddenly you froze, your body going rigid as you processed her words. This didn’t make sense, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“What?” You exclaimed, now fully standing up from your seat. Luckily, the murmurs of students grew louder, everyone in the room seeming to be in disbelief of the announcement.

Your skin began to crawl more when you saw two smirks directed towards you from the stage.

Those bastards.

“Calm down, calm down!” Your school head declared, her expression growing annoyed before she turned her attention to you, “The mentors unanimously agreed that it would be best for them to choose their own mentors, that way they could ensure you would be a perfect fit as their sidekick if you do manage to pass all of the exams. They all have read your charts, so they know you better than you know them.”

You knew it. They were just doing this because they knew of your family. They were toying with you.

“Mrs. Ikeda, respectfully, this is outrageous!” You cried, nails scratching at the table angrily as you grit your teeth, “I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say this is not what we trained and studied so hard for, you can’t just change the system after everything we’ve done!”

Luckily a few students seemed to agree with you, though you assumed it was most of the lower ranking ones since they now had less of a chance of getting their desired mentors. But regardless, any support was helpful.

The moment you felt the school head’s cold eyes on your form, you felt like you could shrink into your seat. You were angry, but you also hated disappointing your superiors.

“Miss Y/n, this decision is final and if it’s not satisfactory to you or anyone else in this room, then you can up and leave. Do I make myself clear?”

Your mouth was fully dropped in surprise, not even believing what was happening. It felt like a dream, no, a nightmare.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded while quietly mumbling a yes as you sat back down in your chair with a blank expression on your face.

“Very well. Now does anyone else have any questions before I continue?”

Much to no one’s surprise, the room fell silent.

You felt all eyes on you, especially from your friends around you, but you simply lowered yourself further in your seat, hoping eventually you would just slide under the desk and disappear forever.

“Splendid. Well without further ado, our mentors will now begin choosing their desired student. Once your name is called, please come to the front of the room and follow your mentors to your designated training grounds.”

The school head’s instructions were drowned out in your own overwhelming thoughts. You still just couldn’t believe this was happening. You planned this day out for years, practicing every little word and move you would make. Now everything was crumbling before your very eyes.

All you could do was pray another group of mentors would pick you before the two white haired men that were surely behind this mess.

“Hmmm, we have decided to mentor Y/n L/n!” An enthusiastic voice spoke into the microphone, the words snapping you from your thoughts as you looked up to your genuine worst nightmare coming to life.

Sure enough before you stood Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake, their smug expressions already on you as Gojo pointed to your desk, signaling you as their choice.

A snort from upon stage made you raise a brow, noticing it came from Mei Mei. This was definitely all a planned game to them. A sick, twisted game.

“Hey L/n, remember when I told you to just pray you don’t cross paths with Satoru and Kakashi again?” Ren whispered to you, your body not even turning back to face him, “Yeah well… just forget I said anything. Good luck!”

Not even Ren’s idiotic words could phase you at this point, even when you heard a smack and a small ‘ow’ which was most likely Haru smacking him.

All you could do was sit frozen in shock, your body almost refusing to accept such a cruel fate.

“Don’t be shy now Miss Y/n, we won’t bite.” Gojo spoke cheekily, his grin making you feel bile build up in your throat. You think you were going to pass out.

The sudden squeeze of your hand seemed to mildly snap you from your trance, your head glancing to see Akira’s worried eyes on you.

“You have to go up Y/n,” Akira said with a sad, yet hopeful smile, “I know it seems bad, but you’ll make the most of it. I believe in you.”

Her words made you feel a small warmth of something, anything. You couldn’t help but appreciate it.

Offering her a pathetic smile, you let out a sigh before standing up and walking down the stairs to the stage before you. You refused to look at the two mentors that stood to the right of you, choosing to focus your attention on your school head who was smiling down at you.

“That was quite the outburst Y/n, very uncharacteristic of you,” She spoke, grabbing your hand and squeezing it reassuringly, “You should consider yourself lucky, these are the highest ranking mentors on this stage. Make the most of it.”

She finished her last words with a wink, your body shivering as you forced the most genuine smile you could before turning to face your new mentors for the next week.

Gojo had a shit eating grin on his face. Even through the damn mask you could tell Kakashi had a likewise grin as they looked you up and down like a piece of meat.

“Cmon Y/n, let’s take you to where we’ll be training this next week!” Gojo said with feigned excitement, offering a hand for you to take to surely lead you out of the room.

Once your back was fully turned to the school head you shot him a glare before walking past his extended hand and out the stadium doors.

You knew they were behind you, once the heavy doors slammed shut you were met with the silence of the hallway, so it was easy to hear their heavy footsteps behind you.

“Aren’t you so excited for these gramps to be showing you the ropes?” A coy voice spoke from behind you, “Hope you’ll be patient with us.”

Both men smirked when they received no response, only silence and the sight of your fingers digging moons into your palms.

“C’mon, don’t ignore your mentors. Do you want to hurt our feelings? Us geezers are sensitive, you know.” Gojo chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as you huffed while quickening your pace.

Oh you were going to be loads of fun.

Luckily the training grounds weren’t too far away, the doors appearing before you sooner than expected. All you wanted to do was walk in, examine the area, then get the hell home so you could make up a game plan on how to survive this nightmare of a week.

Turning on your heel, you slammed your hands into the doors, speeding through them until you bumped into a firm chest. The sudden intrusion made you squeak in surprise, immediately hating the cute noise you made until you noticed Kakashi standing in front of you.

It was then you noticed how tall he was, nearly an entire foot above you causing you to look up at him with such proximity. Even you couldn’t help but stare in shock, wondering how he went from behind you to directly in front of you in the blink of an eye. You could tell he was smiling when his eyes crinkled into a strangely warm expression.

“First things first, we need to work on those manners of yours. From now on, you will address us both as sir. Got it?”

His demand made your blood boil, so much so that you’re sure your face was turning red as you felt your fists clench at your sides. You hated that your anger was mixed with more, a new emotion that rarely got the best of you. Avoiding his gaze, you quickly shoved past him only to run into another firm chest, a growl now escaping your lips to see the smug sourcer now before you.

“That wasn’t a suggestion dear.”

Gritting your teeth, you shoved Gojo just a few inches away from you before turning your back to both of them. Your hands began to tremble with anger, embarrassment… really there was nothing you weren’t feeling right now.

“You’re both not officially my mentors until tomorrow, so I don’t have to call you shit.” You growled, suddenly whipping around to face them before pointing out to the large field you were in.

“In fact, I think we can just cut this tour short. This is clearly the field we’ll be training in and those are the rooms we’ll be staying in. All crystal clear.”

The minute your rant is over you finally open your eyes to see their reactions, only to see smug expressions still glued to their faces over your little outburst. Letting out another huff of annoyance, you offered a sarcastic wave and began storming towards the doors.

A surge of frustration coursed through your veins when you felt a hand grab your shoulder to stop you, but you simply looked back with one dark eye to whichever one of the idiots dared to touch you.

“Let. Go.”

Once you met the gaze of Kakashi, you knew he was just trying to test his limits, but right now you weren’t in the mood. You just needed to get out of there, and fast. Luckily once he seemed to get a good reading of your expression, he let go of you without another word and you stormed out of the training grounds.

Just before the door could slam, Gojo shouted something about how he couldn’t wait to get started with training tomorrow, but you drowned it all out as you stormed off the school property.

The moment the field door slammed shut, Gojo began howling with laughter, taking off his mask so he could properly rub his eyes.

“Oh she’s worse than I thought, that girl may give us a run for our money.”

Kakashi grinned to his friend, folding his arms as he pulled his own mask down, “She’s strong, has a pretty intense fucking stare too. Guess all the rumors about her are true.”

Gojo nodded, stretching out his arms and neck a bit before letting out a content sigh.

“Just the challenge we were looking for, right?”

Kakashi nodded, excitement surging through his veins at the new challenge ahead.

“I can’t wait to break that pretty little thing.”

A chill raced down your back as a case of rendezvous occurred when you noticed your fingertips similarly grazing against the wood doors before you. The only difference is your nails weren’t tapping against the dark surface in excitement this time, rather a nervous dread.

Unlike yesterday, your worst nightmare was waiting on the other side of that door. A nightmare that you were going to have to deal with for an entire week.

If it weren’t for the loving pep talk your mom gave you last night, you would’ve probably thrown all of your hard work away and tried again next year.

“Sweetheart, don’t you think you’re being a bit irrational?” Your mother spoke, watching as you paced around your room in a fit of emotions.

“Mom, they stripped away years of meticulous planning and hard work from me! What if they just torment me all week and I get no real training?” You cried, eyes wide before you looked down, the world beginning to shake as you felt nauseous, “Then I’ll have to wait two more years just to be a sidekick, and I may never reach the number one spot-”

The feeling of cold water splashing in your face snapped you out of your thoughts, a shriek escaping your mouth until you saw your mother sternly looking at you.

“Now that’s enough Y/n!” Your mother shouted, your angered expression falling as you felt nearly all the pent up heat in your body disappear, “Better?”

Letting out a shaky sigh you nodded, with the flick of your wrist all the water that drenched your hair and skin was removed and placed back in the cup your mother was holding.

“Now I’m sorry Y/n, but hearing you spiral over a bunch of silly mentors had me worried. This isn’t the determined little girl I know.” She spoke, moving to sit on your bed as she patted the spot next to her hinting for you to sit.

“The Y/n I know would be laughing at such a challenge. Seeing the positive in the negative,” Your mother spoke calmly, smiling when you sat beside her and leaned on her shoulder, “After all, our family element is the element of change, is it not?”

A small smile itched at the corner of your lips as you nodded, lifting your head up to look at her as she continued speaking, “Now you go show those boys that you’re a L/n and that they messed with the wrong girl, got it?”

Nodding once again, you felt a surge of energy flow through you. It was reluctant, but it was there, and that’s what mattered.

Gripping onto your overnight bag, you swallowed thickly as that reluctance loomed over your shoulders once again. All you could do was remember your mothers words and persevere, like you always did.

Inhaling sharply, you let all your nerves out in a heavy sigh as you shoved the door open with a confident smile.

A smile that soon formed into a gasp as a familiar sorcerer stood before you, leaning against the entrance with a grin as his masked eyes looked down to you.

“Staring at a door for five minutes is awfully strange, don’t you think?”

You opened your mouth to speak before your eyes widened in surprise. He could probably sense you standing in front of the door this entire time, you must’ve looked like an idiot.

Feeling your face grow warm, you quickly fixed your surprised posture as you shot him a small glare, “Spying on your student is awfully strange, don’t you think?”

Gojo let out a hearty laugh as you spun his words against him, following you as you walked deeper into the stadium, placing your bags down by the resting area.

“Still didn’t answer his question dear.” A new voice spoke, your head slightly looking back to see Kakashi in your peripheral.

His soft pet name made you shiver, just slightly. Rolling your head in annoyance, you tugged at your sports bra to shift it back into place while keeping your back to them.

“I was just mentally preparing myself for the shit show of a week I’m about to endure,” You spoke nonchalantly, not letting their wits get the better of you, “All because I pissed off some industry hotshots.”

You heard one of them snort at this, but you didn’t seem to care who as you spun on your heel and gave them a confident look, “But I don’t really care. Nobody is going to throw me off my course of becoming number one. Not even you two.”

Shockingly enough, you were met with silence as they nodded, though their faces showed anything but acceptance.

“Okay,” Kakashi simply spoke, almost in defeat, which had you feeling optimistic until he stood closer to you with focused eyes, “Ego and manners, those will be our two lessons for today.”

Your brows furrowed at this as his words had you stiffen in shock, but you didn’t let your anger get the better of you again. Instead you stood firm in your place as you kept eye contact with him.

The response seemed to humor them both, Kakashi clearly grinning under his mask as he looked you up and down.

“Seeing as we are officially your mentors as of today, you will refer to us both as sir, is that clear?”

Once again the nickname made your cheeks flush, it shouldn’t but it did. Maybe if it were anyone else asking you, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Still they tried to get on your nerves. It was going to take everything in you to hold back today, let alone this week. But if you wanted to learn anything, you were going to have to regretfully comply.

Gritting your teeth, you averted your eyes before nodding.

A gasp escaped your lips when you felt firm fingers grab your chin, turning your gaze towards the masked sorcerer who smiled down at you, “Use your words, darling.”

Now you knew your cheeks were blushing profusely, the entirety of the situation making your body grow warm as you swallowed thickly.

“Yes sir.”

Even as you grit the last part out, both men seemed to smile in acceptance as they took a few steps back and let you air out a bit.

“Very good.” Kakashi muttered, the phrase making your face grow hotter. He didn’t miss the way your body shivered unpromptedly from his words of praise.

The sight made Kakashi grin, his eyes glancing to his sneering partner before he looked back down to you as you tightened your laces in an attempt to hide your face from them. Even with your stubbornness, it appeared your body always betrayed your better interests.

That was going to make this so much more fun.

Much to your demise, the week didn’t get much better as the days passed.

The two made you endure a number of training trials, testing both your levels of power and endurance. Each trial you seemed to pass without a doubt, but your two mentors didn’t make it easy as they kept testing your patience.

Any time you forgot to add “sir” to a sentence, they would question you or act like you weren’t talking to them. Or if you did something clearly impressive, they would add each comment of feedback with some sort of pet name or endearing phrase that made your skin grow hot.

You could no longer ignore how they were purposely trying to distract you, nor how your body was reacting in confusing ways. Anytime you felt annoyed, your body would betray you as your heart would beat faster and your face would flush.

You’ve dealt with jerks in the past, but never had they gotten a rise out of you like these two. A small part of you knew what they were doing, but you kept trying to deny it.

By about halfway through the week you were just about at your limit.

“How many more times are you going to make me prove my strength before I can finally fight one of you?” You huffed, breathing ragged as you finished another round of water lift conditioning.

Gojo chuckled down to you as Kakashi cleaned up the field. You felt exhaustion run through your body, your knees shaking a bit before you gave in and knelt down, giving an annoyed glance to the sourcer who bent down beside you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should fight us if this has you so exhausted.” Gojo cooed, brushing loose strands of hair from your eyes, “Think we’d break ya.”

Letting out a groan you rolled your head back as your eyes followed, offering a pout, “I’m only exhausted because you guys are purposely giving me grueling tasks, it’s like you’re trying to drain my energy.”

Gojo simply smiled down to you

“I’ve been training with my power my entire life, and it’s something I can do with or without the two of you,” You explained honestly as you picked your water bottle up and gave it a sip, “What I need to be learning is how to fight, especially with two mentors that come from different combatant backgrounds.”

“Listen, your academy head wasn’t exaggerating when she told you we have far beyond exceptional backgrounds,” Gojo spoke with a refreshing bit of sincerity in his tone, “It’s going to take you far more than a week of training to keep up with us one on one.”

Frowning, you sat up a bit and looked the sourcer in what you think were his eyes.

“You underestimate me sir, both of you.” You spoke sternly, Gojo blinking in surprise as you willingly used his honorific, “I demand that you let me take you on, I can handle it.”

“You can handle it, hm?” A coy voice spoke beside you, the sudden proximity making you gasp as Kakashi seemed to just appear before you, “You seem so sure of yourself princess.”

Once again, another gushy name that had your heart beating just a bit faster, you wished they would stop that. He claimed it was because you’re basically the princess of your clan, but you knew better. You knew exactly what they were doing.

“Plus, I don’t think I heard you say please. Not even once.” Gojo spoke, grin now on his face that had you groaning as you stood up.

“It’s not my job to say please, this isn’t an etiquette school. You're my mentors in combat training.” You huffed, folding your arms.

“And as your mentors, we can do whatever we want with you, and train you however we see fit. Do you understand?” Kakashi spoke sternly, your angry eyes now focused on him as he looked down to you, “Now I think we need to go back to the basics of proper manners-”

His final words had your eyes widening. For the first time, genuine rage coursed through your veins at the thought of having to backtrack your training. They could toy with you all they wanted, but they weren’t about to slow down your training just to prove a point.

“No.” You growled, loud and stern as your fists clenched at your sides.

The silence that echoed around the training grounds had your blood run cold. You had never told them no before, but at this point you didn’t care. You couldn’t just stand around and waste your time with two mentors who were only trying to get a rise out of you.

“No?” Gojo questioned cooly, your hairs rising as you could hear him standing up straight behind you.

“No.” You confirmed, glaring up to Kakashi now, “I don’t need either of your help, you claim I have an attitude, but you two are always dripping with arrogance. If you’re not going to give me real training, then I’m no longer wasting my time with you assholes. I’m done.”

Without giving them much time to react, you began to storm off. Not even giving a spare glance, you snatched up your bag, not caring that half your belongings were back in your room.

“Y/n, come back!” Kakashi shouted, and you could hear the anger dripping in his voice but you didn’t care.

Continuing to walk, you nearly made it to the doors until Kakashi used his body flicker technique to shift directly in front of you. The sight nearly makes you gasp as his singular eye looks down at you furiously.

“I said, come back.” Kakashi growled.

“Or what?” You snarled back, returning just as angry of a glare. You knew you were playing with fire, but you didn’t really care anymore. Call it recklessness, or even curiosity, you were just done playing nice.

Much to your surprise, your rebuttal had Kakashi seemingly shocked. His eyes widened a bit and his only response was silence. Looking him up and down, you noticed a bit of hesitancy in his posture, the sight making you smirk as you looked back into his eyes and stood on your toes to move close.

“What are you going to do, sir, hurt me?”

For once it was your turn to taunt him. Days of tension let out in a sentence as you smugly watched him struggle to react. You would be lying if you thought it wasn’t mildly refreshing.

Without so much as breathing, Kakashi snatched your bag from your hand and slammed it against the wall, the sound making you jump as it slid down to the ground. Before you could look back in his direction he used his flickering technique to disappear, his body returning beside Gojo as you spun around with wide eyes.

“Fine. Tomorrow, eight am sharp, you will face Gojo and myself in hand to hand combat. Understood?”

The coolness of his tone made you shiver, almost instinctively you felt every hair on your body raise as he spoke. Attempting to keep a strong demeanor, you just nodded, giving a quiet ‘yes sir’ before grabbing your bag and walking off to your room.

Gojo watched the scene with a whistle, a smug grin plastered on his face as Kakashi turned to him with hooded eyes.

“You win Satoru.” Kakashi hissed, the words even taking Gojo aback as he saw the intensity in the ninja’s expression.

“Tomorrow is the day we break her, and we’re not holding back.”

Anxiety riddled through your body the following morning.

It was a confusing feeling. You finally got what you wanted, but you also felt like you were set back by days of progress. The uneasy feeling began the moment you returned to your room after Kakashi’s outburst.

You wanted so badly to feel excited that you finally won, that you were finally going to start one on one combat with them tomorrow. But deep down you knew you didn’t truly win.

Instead of hearing chattering voices while you got dressed in your training attire, you were met with silence from the moment you rose to your alarm.

The eerie tranquility somehow got louder as you entered the shared kitchen, the small area devoid of any life like it usually was this time in the morning. Normally you would be ecstatic to be met with much needed solitude, but you couldn’t help the shiver that crawled up your spine when you realized this was most likely a punishment for your behavior yesterday.

Two sides of you argued in your mind as you opened the steel fridge to grab a bowl of overnight oats you had prepared for the week. While you didn’t want to regret your words and actions from the day before, you also wondered if you had taken it too far.

Honestly, they weren’t the worst mentors in the world. Up until this point they taught you how to maximize the endurance of your power, which was something you didn’t realize you struggled with till now.

With that said, the cheeky quips and smug expressions they provided during the training was a nightmare. You knew you weren’t one to normally mouth off to your superiors. As much as you hated to admit it, you were a teacher's pet.

Popping open the lid, you shoved a spoonful of the cold oats into your mouth as you furrowed your brows in thought. Maybe this is why you felt so torn the entire time… or perhaps why you felt so uneasy now? Your past proved that you hate to disappoint your superiors, but in the same sentence did you even respect them as your superiors?

Or is it because you felt something more when you were around them.

The very thought had you choking on the yogurt, your eyes beginning to water as you took a quick sip from a nearby glass before pausing over the marble counter.

What on earth were you thinking? Is this what had you acting out this entire week? Admittedly, you never had these… feelings around other people. The tight chest, quick heart beat, burning skin, or even the shiver that went up your spine anytime they praised your work.

It had to just be nerves… right?

Not the powerful presence they exuded, or the painfully handsome expressions they wore anytime they teased you, or the deep silky praises they awarded you every time you did something good.

You nearly jumped at your own reaction to your thoughts, your spoon slamming in the steel sink as you felt your cheeks grow so hot it felt like your head was going to explode.

“Get a damn grip Y/n…” You whispered harshly to yourself, quickly bottoming out the cold glass of water beside you before shaking your head.

There is no reason why you should feel anything other than confidence right now. Yesterday you stood your ground, and because of that they’re finally respecting your wishes. They can be angry all they want, but that doesn’t matter.

What matters is you proving your strength, acing this exam, and becoming the number one hero.

Inhaling sharply, you gave yourself a confident nod before cleaning out your bowl and heading out to the training grounds. Just as you expected, Gojo and Kakashi were already on the field conversing quietly to each other.

Maybe you really did yell some sense into them. Not only were they up and out before you, but they were dressed in actual training gear rather than their usual fancy uniforms.

Kakashi had a multitude of weapons on his uniform, many that struck your curiosity as you examined the many sharp metals. Gojo on the other hand, seemed to have nothing but himself. The sight made you a bit nervous, wondering what kind of power the sorcerer held.

Trying to reel back your curiosity, you prepared yourself for the onslaught of sly comments as you walked over to them and set your training bag down. Raising a brow, you glanced up to see that none of them had turned to you or even acknowledged your presence.

They halted their conversation, so they surely were aware of your arrival. Were they still mad?

“Um… good morning?” You spoke, though it was more a question as the two continued to gaze around the field as if mapping something out.

When you were met with more silence your brows furrowed, dread filling your body.

You hated the feeling, you shouldn’t feel any guilt over what happened yesterday, but you couldn’t help it. The thought of disappointing anyone above you made you feel sick.

Letting out a huff, you rolled your neck out a bit as you began to stretch before moving directly in front of them.

“Hello? Did you hear me?”

Kakashi refused to look down at you, his one dull gray eye holding no emotion as he examined the field some more, as if it were far more important than his only student before him. Meanwhile, Gojo had his head turned away from you.

“Oh come on, are you guys serious?” You groaned, placing your hands on your hips as your lips fell into a pout, “You can seriously be mad about yester-”

“Shut up.”

The words shot spikes of heat to your core, every part of your body seeming to be confused on how to react. In an instant your body froze as the deep voice rumbled the command without mercy.

Your eyes quickly shot over to striking blue ones, the sight almost making your knees buckle. Gojo had his mask off, his messy white hair surrounding his head but not daring to distract from his practically glowing eyes.

They were so bright and beautiful, yet so dark and almost cold. You couldn’t help the full body shiver as he looked at you like you were nothing, a mere obstacle.

You could barely hear your own thoughts as your body reacted. Palms twitching as your heart was beating so fast you swore the two of them could hear it. Surely your face was a deep scarlet red, but it didn’t seem to phase either of them. No snarky comment, or smug grin. Just cold indifference.

Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fists as you stubbornly kept your eyes locked with Gojo’s. Not like you had a choice, you almost thought you wouldn’t be able to look away.

“You can’t just talk to me like that.”

Just like that he was standing before you, your chests colliding as he looked down to you with a darkened expression.

“I can, and I will.” Gojo spoke coolly, his eyes narrowing before he stepped past you and beside Kakashi, “Now let’s get started.”

Now your chest was beating out of control, you had to grip your shirt as the two were out of sight just to get control of your breathing. What the hell was going on? Why were they acting like this? Why were you reacting like this?

Whipping your head around, you noticed them both walking onto the field together as they began to stretch as if preparing.

“Wait…” You mumbled, quickly trotting after them as you looked up to them with wide eyes, “I’m fighting you both at the same time?!”

Kakashi looked down at you, gaze expressionless, “You’re the chosen one, are you not? Time to prove it.”

Again, Kakashi’s sharp tone sent a wave of excitement through your body. All you could do was blink rapidly, not believing what you were hearing as the two stood like you were a mere helpless bunny before them. All you could do with the insanity was laugh, though it held no spite as you continued to laugh from the overwhelming nerves filling your system.

You had no idea what was going on. Why they both were giving you the cold shoulder, why you felt like your legs were going to give out at any second as your chest beat so loudly it’s all you could hear. So you just continued to laugh.

“Fine.” You mumbled as you turned around and walked further from them.

“Fine!” You exclaimed louder, turning around with a now crazed yet determined expression on your face, “I’ve been dying to shut you two up this entire week, be my guest!”

Expecting some sort of snarky response, you felt your face warm with what you assumed was embarrassment when you were met with silence, the two not even flinching as you entered a defensive position.

You had to be smart about this. Even throughout this week’s training, you still had no idea what their skills or powers entailed, and they knew that. Clearly the game wasn’t over, if anything it had just begun. Whatever rude act they were putting on was clearly to get a rise out of you, to distract you.

Yeah, that’s all it was. And you didn’t care at all, not in the slightest. This was all a test, and you were going to win.

Though your eyes stilled on Gojo, your first target is Kakashi.

Even if you were to go after Gojo, Kakashi clearly has long range weapons that he could strike you with while you were distracted. You needed to separate those from him quickly.

Surrounding the field were drains of water, the same ones you utilized during your training this week. They most likely opened them up so you could use the element during your weekly training and final exam.

Lifting one arm, you allowed a stream to come to you and wrap around your upper body like a new set of arms. Not wasting time, you ran full speed ahead towards Gojo with your arms behind you so he couldn’t predict your next move.

A tick of anger rang in your head when you noticed neither of them making any big advances to defend themselves. Clearly they assumed they were much better than you, but you were here to prove them wrong.

Deciding to test their skills, you threw a simple punch to Gojo, a stream of water following your fist with an aim for his chest. You knew he would counter easily, but what you didn’t expect was for him to evaporate into thin air.

Your eyes widened as he disappeared, looking around the field only to find him completely vanished. You glanced to Kakashi with wide eyes, but he simply looked down at you with that same indifferent stare. Although if you squinted, you would see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“The hell…” You mumbled, looking around as you retracted the water back to your arms, only for the hair on your arms to rise when you felt a warm breath tickle against your ear.

“Lookin for someone?”

A gasp escaped your lips as your entire body shivered, cheeks growing warm as you grit your teeth, wasting no time to investigate before swining your arm around in hopes to hit him with the bone of your wrist, only to feel more agitated as you collided with nothing but air.

“Show yourself!” You growled, fists clenching as you looked to the skies to see if he was above you.

Without another word you felt a palm make contact with your spine, and though the hit itself wasn’t powerful, the strong gust of air that followed was as you were knocked forward and down to your knees.

A pained gasp left your lips as you felt your lungs seize up from the force of the wind, but your body couldn’t recover much before a large foot dug into your back and forced you on the ground.

For a minute you swore you blacked out, your head ringing as all you could feel were the spiky locks of turf that smushed against your cheek. Spite alone may have been the only thing to snap you back to reality as you heard a hearty laugh from above you.

“I figured the Chosen One would’ve lasted a bit longer, don’t you think?” Gojo sneered, Kakashi tutting his lips in response as Gojo bent down closer to you with his foot still digging into your back.

“Maybe I should go a bit slower, don’t want to overwhelm that little brain of hers. Make her go dumb.” Gojo continued as his firm hand gripped your chin, forcing you to painfully look up to Gojo even in your awkward position, “Or would you like that?”

Frustrated pants escaped your lips as you felt more heat delve to your core, your body squirming in his hold as your mind raced with his insinuations. He surely didn’t mean what he was implying right? He was just trying to get in your head. Luckily, your plan was still on track.

Gritting your teeth, you trying to jerk up beneath his hold as you looked at him through the corner of your eye, “Don’t underestimate me.”

For the first time today Gojo just barely smiled, though it had a malicious intent as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Because you arrogant assholes fell for my trap.” You said with a grin, and as if music to your ears you heard curses spill from the ninja behind you.

Both you and Gojo glanced up to see Kakashi struggling to move as ice encased his legs and was spreading up his chest.

“I wouldn’t touch those weapons if I were you sir.” You spoke, making sure to spit the final honorific, “They are nearing the temperature of dry ice, which is about… well you boys are smart. I’ll let you figure that one out.”

The ninja watched as the metal weapons on his belt turned a bright white color, the cool temperature of the water encasing them making it hiss and pop.

“As for you…” You spoke, grinning as the sourcer above you looked down to you with wide blue eyes, “I honestly don’t know your power, but I have a feeling it has to do with those brilliant blue orbs of yours.”

Since you knew the man was fast, you needed to react fast. The only plan you had was working so far, so you needed to take advantage of it. Especially since their little plan of distracting you was working.

Swirling your tongue around your mouth, you spit onto the grass before your fingers rose from your sides and flicked the liquid into the man’s eyes before you.

Either it made direct contact, or close enough because Gojo immediately stumbled backwards as his hands moved to his eyes, colorful words escaping his lips. As much as you wanted to point and laugh, you had to fight the nerve as you saw Kakashi quickly remove his vest and belt filled with the freezing weapons.

You definitely couldn’t underestimate him, but he would at least be an easier challenge without all of those sharp weapons at hand.

“That was clever Y/n.” Kakashi spoke coolly, his genuine praise making your heart skip a beat. Quickly pushing the feeling down, you nodded before sprinting towards the ninja, refraining from lifting any water until you could identify his fighting style.

Throwing a simple punch, your eyes widened when he similarly teleported away. Like Gojo his speed was unmatched, but you knew his teleportation wasn’t as mysterious as Gojo’s. He had to go from point A to point B, unlike the sourcer’s technique.

Spinning around you just barely ducked in time as a quick punch was thrown at your face. Without time to think, his leg swiped beneath you causing you to fall straight on your back. Once again you barely rolled away before his foot stomped against your face.

“Shit.” You hissed, rocking your lower half up and wrapping your legs around his arm before tugging him down with all your weight forcing you to roll back up on your knees as you knelt on top of him.

“Too rough for you sweetheart?” Kakashi spoke with a grin, your eyes widening as the pet name returned even in his compromising position, “You seemed like the type to enjoy it.”

Immediately your eyes were batting in surprise, that same stupidly painful feeling coiling in your stomach. Before you could open your mouth, you heard a low chuckle at your side before a knee collided with the side of your body with such force it evoked bile to spill from your lips as you flew off of Kakashi and crashed on your side, not without a few bumps on the ground.

The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt, your body aching as you used your lower arm to raise yourself up weakly in between coughs. But even with that pain, it wasn’t enough to silence the overwhelming pleasure that was building up inside of you. The excitement and heat coursing through your veins nearly made you sick.

Even in your weakened state, you knew they were going easy on you. They both were far too quick to be dragging the fight along for this long.

It’s almost like they were seeing just how much you could take. But why?

“Good girls don’t spit on their masters.” Gojo growled, the bold name making your knees lock as it took you by surprise, your wide eyes looking up only to lock with his own. There was almost a crazed look in his eye, one of them looking a bit bloodshot most likely from your attack, while his lips were blown into a wide grin.

“Looks like I should’ve spit more.” You snarled back, immediately regretting your words as he rushed to you in nearly an instant.

Making a last minute call, you immediately dropped down to your back again, allowing Gojo to jump over you rather than into you before you raised your arms up and allowed the drain water to surround Gojo’s head before your fists clenched.

Suddenly the water froze, causing him to fall frozen head first against the ground.

“That.. should buy me some time.” You coughed out, though you couldn’t feel relief just yet as you heard quick footsteps towards you.

After going hand to hand with Kakashi, you knew close range fighting would be an automatic loss with him. You needed to keep him as far away as possible.

Lifting your arms once more, you let out a shout as you used up more power than normal to lift a large stream of water above you. While your plan was to fully crash it down on the ninja in hopes of washing him out, your movements hesitated when you saw him lift up his mask.

Even from far away, the glowing red eye that shined beside his dull gray one was bright enough to send shock through your body. Soon after, his hands began to form into rapid signs, the movements so quick you couldn’t even make each one out.

Furrowing your brows, you launched your hands down anyway before you got the chance to see what his hand signs were actually doing. Bending over, you placed your hands on your knees as you allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths from the overexertion of power used.

Just a small sliver of hope filled your chest until you heard the sound of water freezing up fill your ears. Looking up, your eyes widened as your stream of water crashed into a near identical stream of water before freezing into a large sculpture like glacier of ice.

Running around the large ice structure, you blinked in confusion as Kakashi came from the source. His red eye followed your every movement, wide and focused, while somehow his regular gray one seemed amused.

“Why don’t you try again?” Kakashi taunted, not making any movements.

Growing agitated, you lifted your arms up, but quicker this time and sent a smaller, sharper stream of water directly for his chest. Only as it was supposed to make contact with him, an identical stream headed towards you and made contact with your chest, causing you to stumble back with a grunt.

“How the… how the hell are you doing that?” You shouted, fists clenching as your water danced around Kakashi almost as if he were in control of it.

Admittedly, you went into this fight not knowing the full extent of their power, but you knew for a fact he had no elemental control of water. This had to be some other strange power.

Ready to shoot another stream of water, you felt your arm loosen at the lack of presence of the element. Blinking you looked around and attempted to lift the water up again, only to find no movement.

“You won’t always have water in your battles, princess.” Gojo purred from behind you, his sudden voice shocking you again as you felt his hand wrap around your throat.

“We emptied the water drains halfway today, wanted to see how skilled you are without that little power of yours,” Kakashi spoke, your eyes widening as he somehow appeared from behind you.

Though he didn’t seem threatened by you, his mask was still raised as his gray and red eye narrowed on you, “Seeing as you kept your distance from us the entire fight, electing to use water as your main defense, I’m going to declare this fight over.”

Furrowing your brows you attempted to lunge at him, only for you to be reminded of the strong hand around your neck, Gojo only squeezing tighter as you attempted to get away.

“This fight isn’t over!” You shouted, though it came out more as a choked gasp as you clawed at the palm squeezing you.

Kakashi glanced back at the man behind you, nodding his head before you felt Gojo’s hand let you go. Sure not to waste a second, you lunged at Kakashi only for him to teleport behind you in seconds.

Both of your wrists were grabbed in one of his palms before he kicked the backs of your knees forcing you to the ground with your face back into the turf once more.

“This fight is over.” Gojo confirmed, pulling his mask from his pocket and tying it over his eyes.

Suddenly you saw red, anger seeping through your blood as you began to kick and squirm beneath Kakashi’s tight hold.

“No! Get over here, I’m not finished!”

Suddenly Kakashi’s elbow dug into your spine, his grip on your wrists growing tighter, “Submit, Y/n.”

Gritting your teeth, you continued to jerk around until you felt his knee dig into your crotch. Eyes widening you let out a gasp, your cheeks flushing at the compromising position. Each jerk you made only made your bundle of nerves shoot tingles throughout your entire body.

Shivering you felt yourself grow weaker as you tried your best to lift your upper half, only to feel cold hands harshly grip your cheeks, Gojo’s half masked eyes looking down to you.

“Submit.”

You hated this. You hated every second of it. You hated how it wasn’t the pain aching through your body that made you want to quit, it was the aching pleasure that was shooting through every part of you. From the start to the end of this fight, you knew you were at a loss. Your mind too scrambled to even focus.

Feeling Gojo’s fingers squeeze tighter around your cheeks, you finally let out a defeated exhale as you relaxed in their hold.

“Fine, I give up.”

Finally they released you, your body going limp on the grass before you weekly moved to your knees, your face refusing to look up at them as your nails dug into the grass. All you could think about is how empty you felt when their bodies moved away from you. You hated it. Hated this feeling. Hated all of it.

But you hated even more the familiar words Kakashi cooed to you yesterday. The same words that sent spikes of heat to your chest.

“Good girl.”

Mania flooded your head as you sat on the toilet lid, head buried in your hands. Your brain was running a mile a minute, and somehow the fight you just terribly lost was the last thing on your mind.

No, what was on your mind was them. Both of them.

First they gave you the cold shoulder, then they practically toyed with you the entire fight. Did they know that their actions were getting to you? Did they see the attraction in your eyes the first day you laid eyes on them, and now they were just taking advantage of it.

Gritting your teeth, you jumped up from the lid and slammed your palm on the marble counter of the bathroom as your breathing grew heavy.

Now that you’re really thinking about it, some of their touches were a bit… promiscuous. Just Kakashi’s knee digging into your core today when he had you pinned down, that wasn’t a training tactic was it?

Or the way he said, “Good girl”.

Those velvety words ringing in your ears made your breath hitch as you quickly turned the cold water knob from the sink and began cupping the cool liquid in your hands, splashing it across your face.

This was ridiculous, all of it. Clearly you were letting your emotions get the better of you, again. No wonder they didn’t take you seriously, you were like a schoolgirl with crushes. It would be ridiculous to assume they were trying to make advances towards you.

They were simply two smug, and apparently skilled, mentors that were trying to annoy you. Yeah… most likely because of your family and status. That’s all… that’s all it is…

“Good girl.”

The words practically echoed so loudly through your head again, you thought the white haired ninja was in the room with you. A squeak left your lips as you jolted your head to the door, only to see it had been closed the entire time.

“Shit… get a grip Y/n…” You muttered to yourself, using your power to remove the droplets of water dripping off your face and dumping it in the sink.

Not wanting to listen to your thoughts any longer, you storm out of the bathroom, hoping to come up with a plan to confront your two mentors while cooking some well deserved dinner.

The minute you turned the corner, your eyes widened to see the two men already in the kitchen. A silver pan was bubbling on the stove while they leaned against the tall marble counter, their eyes falling on you with those same indifferent expressions they wore during the fight.

Those same expressions that nearly drove you crazy. If this was going to distract you from your training, then you needed to address it now.

“Look,” You shouted, though you hated how your voice cracked as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, “I don’t know why you guys are so upset with me right now, but you have no right to be! I’ve been the one working my ass off all week trying to do my best, but you two have made it impossible!”

Though you kept your eyes trained on the floor, the teachers looked to each other with knowing expressions as their lips began to quiver upwards.

“Clearly I underestimated you guys, I’ll admit that. But I refuse to take any blame for being the bad guy here, you have no reason to be mad at me!”

The minute you uttered the final word, you thought you would drown in the silence. Your eyes still trained to the floor as you felt your fists begin to tremble at your sides. Since when did they have this much control over you?

From the start you made it clear that they meant nothing to you, hell you didn’t even have respect for them till your fight today. So how could they get you so worked up, while somehow doing nothing at all?

You felt tears rimming at your lashes as more silence filled your ears, about to open your mouth again until Kakashi finally spoke up.

“Who said we were mad at you?”

Blinking, you whipped your head up as you furrowed your brows. A blush rose to your cheeks when you saw both men looking at you with a hint of amusement in their expressions.

“W..Well I… You guys were…”

Gojo’s slow movements had your words pause as he grabbed your cheek and looked down to you, a facade of pity in his eyes.

“Sweetheart you’re a bit tense, what’s on your mind?”

His touch, as always, sent waves of heat to your core. His words almost made you quiver away as you bit down the whimper that was threatening to escape your lips.

“None of your damn business.” You warbled out stubbornly, quickly smacking his hand away in an effort to get further from him as you made your move to walk around him.

Without even a second step, his hand gripped your forearm tightly, forcing you to spin around as he pulled his mask down, those cold blue eyes now searching yours once again.

“I thought you said you submit?” Gojo questioned simply,

Freezing, you felt your blood run cold. You weren’t sure if it was the cool air from the kitchen or the words he spoke, but you felt goosebumps run along your skin as you whipped your head to him. An unreadable expression on his face.

“I meant I submit to losing the fight, not to…”

“To what?”

The persistent question took the air straight from your lungs, your body quivering in his hold as you backed up until you collided with a firm chest, your head whipping around to see Kakashi looking down to you, both of his mismatched eyes searching your own.

“What is it that you refuse to submit to Y/n?” Kakashi spoke, voice as smooth as satin as his hand moved to your jawline, forcing you to look up at him from over your shoulder.

Between his warm hands and a new pair of large ones grabbing your waist tightly, you thought you were going to pass out.

“Tell us what you want princess.” Gojo’s voice hummed, his timber tone making you shiver as you turned your head back to him. The name alone made your legs turn into jelly as your brows furrowed together, eyes widely searching anywhere on his face to avoid those inquisitive blue eyes.

“I… I want…” Your words struggled to escape your lips, your mind scrambled as your senses exploded with every touch. Kakashi gripping your shoulders and tugging you against his chest, Gojo’s fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

Gojo and Kakashi gave each other knowing looks as they watched you fall apart, ghosts of a smirk on each of their lips as they watched the brilliant plan unfold so beautifully.

“What? Use your words darling.” Kakashi spoke into your neck. You could tell his lips were just ghost above your skin when you felt his hot breath dance against your neck.

There was nothing you could do anymore. It’s like the last string of sanity snapped within you as a drawn out whine escaped your lips, your glossy eyes looking up to Gojo with need.

Gojo felt his heart race at the sight. It wasn’t the first time you had looked at him with such want, but this time it wasn’t shielded by walls and walls of mental blockage. Now it was just raw, naked desperation.

Much to both of their surprise, you launched yourself at Gojo, practically climbing onto him as you smashed your lips against his own. The groan that Gojo let out was primal, your lips feeling just as soft as he imagined.

As much as he wanted to shove his tongue down your throat till he couldn’t breath, they both still needed your verbal confirmation. It wasn’t negotiable.

Pulling away, your lips followed after his own with a pout until you felt Gojo’s cold hands harshly grip your cheeks, forcing your lips to puff out.

“Kakashi told you to use your fucking words, what do you want?”

Gojo adored the way your eyes widened a bit, your plumped up lips pursing as you clearly didn’t want to say it out loud. But that only inspired the sourcer even more.

“Need you, need you both. Want you both s’bad. Just please.” You whined, fingers digging into his shoulders as you squeezed your eyes shut, most likely in embarrassment.

Gojo and Kakashi knew the moment was inevitable, but they didn’t quite expect you to be so pliant. So needy.

Smirking, Gojo gave Kakashi a nod and fully lifted you in his arms, letting your legs wrap around his torso as he smashed his lips back against yours. Kakashi swiftly shut off the stove top before following after the two of you as Gojo walked down the hall.

None of this you noticed of course, not when Gojo was nipping at your lips in an attempt to pry those pretty lips open for his impatient tongue. One particular bite had you gasping, your lips allowing entry for his tongue to wrap around your own.

Somehow his kiss alone was drawing mewls from your throat as you gripped onto his shirt like a lifeline, your face growing red with emotion and lack of breath.

Gojo picked up on this and released your lips for a few seconds, letting you pant as he sneered down to you.

“About time you gave in, could sense your slutty little desperation all week.”

His words sent heat to your chest as your head shot up to look at him with bewildered eyes, “Y..You… You knew about that?”

A new hand grabbing your chin and pulling your face over Gojo’s shoulder made you gasp, Kakashi smugly looking at your adorable shock.

“Of course we did, we just needed to wait for that thick resolve of yours to break.” The ninja spoke, his words making your cheeks grow shades darker until you felt yourself being dropped on the ground.

It was then you realized you must have been in their room, two queen size beds inhabiting the space. Just as you were about to climb on one of them, you felt a pair of strong arms tug you back by your waist.

“Nah ah ah, you didn’t just think we would forget about all of your disobedience this week. Did you?” Kakashi spoke almost gently as you watched Gojo head for the edge of the bed.

“D..Disobedience?” You muttered, mind too hazy to conceptualize what was happening as you noticed Gojo begin to unbutton cuffs of his sleeve as he rolled them up.

“Oh save us the trouble darling, we haven’t even fucked that pretty little head stupid yet,” Kakashi sneered, his hand digging into the small of your back as he led you to the bed.

“Five times this week you went against our orders.” Kakashi continued, enjoying your silence as he sat beside Gojo and began unbuttoning his own sleeve, “And since we’re old geezers, we thought of a very special… old fashioned, punishment.”

Your lashes fluttered at these words, your cheeks growing hot as you stood before the two men, watching them surely prepare for whatever “punishment” they had in mind.

“Punishment?” You questioned again, lip slightly quivering as you furrowed your brows, “Was kicking my ass on the field not enough-”

“Six.” Gojo growled, though his teeth were bared in a devilish grin as his palms flexed in his lap.

“Six?” You questioned once again, growing more agitated till your eyes widened in realization, “Wait hey! That doesn’t count! I’m literally just asking a question-”

“Seven.” Kakashi chuckled, the two exchanging a glance before he looked back at you clearly amused, “Take your clothes off, but leave your undergarments on.”

Your mouth fell in shock, ready to argue back until you realized it would only prolong whatever punishment they were preparing. Feeling your cheeks blush, you turned slightly away from them as you began to pull your shirt over your head until Gojo clicked his tongue.

“Nah ah ah sweet girl, face us.”

Whipping your head back, you felt like you could pass out of embarrassment as they both eyed you like predators toying with their prey, “B..But…”

“Eight.”

The look on Gojo’s face was almost animalistic, his eyes trained on your own as if daring you to utter another word. Kakashi’s expression was more laid back, but excitement was evident in his features.

Though your lip instinctively fell out in a pout, you slowly took your shirt and shorts off, kicking them to the side before wrapping an arm around your torso.

“Lay over our knees.” Kakashi instructed calmly, his large palm smacking on both his and Gojo’s thighs. Dots began to connect as you felt a dry string of saliva slide down your throat, your toes padding against the hardwood until you stood before the two.

Though hesitant, you crawled on their laps, your head ready to rest on Gojo’s outer thigh until you felt cool fingers grip your chin and force you to look up in an uncomfortable position.

“Now because you disobeyed us eight times, and there’s two of us here, you will receive sixteen spanks. Alright?” Kakashi explained, almost as if it were just another training session.

You opened your mouth to rebuttal, but Gojo’s grip on your jaw tightened forcing you to look up to his crazed eyes, “You will count each smack, and if you fail to do so, we restart.”

A whimper drew from your lips as you nodded your head, Gojo nodding over to Kakashi who let out a sigh. The feeling of his warm palm rubbing your ass cheek made you hum quietly, your hips shaking at the feeling until a harsh smack landed on your right cheek.

Shock mixed with pleasure and pain surged through your veins as a shriek escaped your lips, your body jolting forwards as you twitched at the feeling. Your eyes squeezed shut as you clenched at Gojo’s pants, but you didn’t get much time to recover as you heard his smug voice speak.

“Maybe she really is just stupid.” Gojo spoke simply, your eyes widening up to him to see his cold gaze on you, “Can you even count to ten, chosen one?”

The name made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, head shaking as your lips began to quiver.

“N..No! One.. One!”

“Sorry sweetheart, doesn’t count.” Kakashi spoke in feigned compassion before landing another harsh smack on your ass. Though you shrieked in surprise once again, your lips quickly moved.

“One!”

“Atta girl.” Gojo spoke, eyes sparkling in excitement before his own hand landed on your other cheek. His palm was quicker, but stung more as you cried out, tears brimming at your lashes as you squeezed them shut.

“Two!”

Not expecting another tug, a whimper broke from your lips as Gojo growled down to you and jerked your head up in a nearly impossible position, “Don’t you dare fucking look away, eyes on me or we restart again.”

Pinching your lips together, you nodded quickly as tears streamed down your face. You think you heard Kakashi chuckle and mutter something about “being nicer”, but not much could be heard with the ringing in your ears as another smack landed on your cheek.

Somehow you had made it till the end, your eyes struggling to stay open as crystalline tears flooded from your wet lashes, your cunt similar in texture as it clenched around nothing with each unforgiving slap.

“See, knew you were a good girl.” Kakashi cooed, his warm palm rubbing at your swollen cheeks as they both admired the harsh red marks blistering on your smooth skin.

Suddenly your head was being gently pulled back by your hair as your eyes lazily fell on Gojo who was grinning down to you, “Speak for yourself, I don’t think we got all that attitude out yet.”

Your brows weakly furrowed in offense to his words, but you didn’t have much time to process before you were being lifted up and placed at the back end of the bed, your head resting against the pillows.

“Let’s at least give her a small break, she’s doing good so far.” Kakashi spoke, crawling onto the right side of you as he leaned down and placed slow kisses on your lips. Unlike Gojo, his kiss was more controlled but deep. He didn’t need to do anything at all for your mouth to submissively open and let him explore.

A whimper escaped your lips, your mind appreciating the small break as your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer.

“See, you’re such a sweet girl. Why were you giving us such a hard time this week?” Kakashi purred, his lidded eyes focused on your flushed face as he continued to trace warm slow kisses down your neck, “Must’ve been hard trying to fight what your little pussy has been craving all this time, hm?”

All you could do was mewl at his words, the feeling of his lips nearing just above your breast practically making you dizzy. It wasn’t until you felt a thick finger rub against your clothed core that you felt your eyes shoot open, embarrassingly alert.

“Think the slut was doing it on purpose so we would punish her,” Gojo sneered, your eyes widened as you noticed his body was hovering over your lower half, “Her cunt is already sopping wet.”

Even Kakashi’s eyes widened at this before he looked up to you with a smirk that matched Gojo’s own mischievous one, “Oh? Did you enjoy getting spanked for being a naughty girl?”

The feeling of both of their eyes was too much, you wanted to bury your face in your hands but you already knew they would just hold them down. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, anything, your words were cut off with a moan as Gojo stroked his thumb against your clothed cunt again, your back arching up with the sound.

“Someone is sensitive.” Kakashi hummed in amusement.

“Has nobody ever touched you before, princess?” Gojo questioned with a sneer, the question rhetorical as he thought knew the answer, he was just trying to get you even more worked up at this point.

“N..No…” You muttered, eyes watering once again in embarrassment as both men looked at you with wide eyes. Their expressions molded into genuine shock, then to something downright carnal as they searched your face, almost as if trying to detect if you were lying.

“You’ve never been touched before Y/n?” Kakashi asked, his tone deathly serious as he sat up a bit and looked down at you.

Furrowing your brows at their reaction, you slowly shook your head no, too nervous to speak. Admittedly, you have always been too busy to have partners, let alone sexual partners. It’s not that you didn’t have thoughts, or that you hadn’t acted on them sometimes, but you just never had that strong of attraction to pursue someone while focusing on your training.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Gojo questioned, tone just as curious though a hint of excitement as he looked up at you from below your legs.

The familiar heat rushed to your cheeks as you felt their possessive eyes on you, not sure whether to feel embarrassed or excited.

“..No.”

“Fuck.” Kakashi groaned, his head buried in his hand now as you felt Gojo clench both of your thighs.

“You ever make yourself cum pretty girl?” Gojo questioned, though his eyes were now on your fluttering cunt as he stared at it with hunger.

“I..I don’t really know.” You whispered, genuine in response with your lack of experience.

Gojo’s eyes were practically glazed over as Kakashi grunted at your words, his fingers now playing with the clips of your bra as he struggled to remove it.

“So fuckin easy.” Gojo muttered, his fingers now working to remove your underwear. You lifted your hips up a bit to help him, but he decided to snap the thin fabric in half instead.

Just the smell of you had his eyes rolling back, your pussy already glistening in juices as it clenched around the cold air suddenly hitting it.

Without much of a warning, Gojo plunged one of his fingers in you, and the sight of your face nearly made him cum on the spot. You practically saw stars at the sudden intrusion, his finger feeling like nothing you’ve ever felt before as your back arched up into nothing.

“Bigger than your pathetic little fingers, ain’t it?” Gojo snickered, his finger pulling out slightly before jamming back inside, “Poor baby couldn’t even get herself off, no wonder you’ve been such a needy little slut. You needed us.”

Even if you wanted to reply, your breath was entirely stolen from you as you felt a warm tongue swirl around your tit, the sudden stimulation making you gasp as you gripped at the sheets beside you.

“Pretty fucking tits.” Kakashi groaned, his other hand palming your free tit as he sucked on the other.

Gojo chuckled at this, now at two fingers as he scissors them in your tight cunt. The feeling practically has you screaming, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure began to build inside you.

“Pretty pussy too,” Gojo hums, his fingers pulling out slowly making you mewl as he lowered to his elbows, “Bet it tastes just as sweet as her.”

Before your brain could process what he said, a sharp moan was pulled from your lips as his tongue licked a slow stripe up your dripping cunt. The groan Gojo made was sinful as his grip on your thighs tightened enough to leave bruises.

“G..Gojo!” You cried, his name the only thing you could mutter as you felt him lap at your juices quicker now, almost desperately while ignoring the effect it had on you.

“Feel good baby?” Kakashi hummed, a pleased grin on his face as his lips moved to your other tit, though his eyes remained on your adorable scrunched up expression.

“Yes! Oh yes.” You cried, your fingers moving to grip at his hair, tugging anytime Gojo sucked a bit too hard on your clit.

“Can feel you clenching needy girl, you feel that?” Gojo cooed, pulling away from your twitching pussy as he replaced his mouth with his fingers, using two to enter while his thumb rubbed at your clit.

“Mhm, feel it Gojo feel it!” You all but cried as your body twitched in his hold, “Need it, please! Need!”

Gojo smirked at your words, his thumb moving quicker as he saw your eyes glaze over in pleasure. With the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, and your body trembled in his hold, it was only a matter of time before…

Suddenly the sharp coil in your stomach ached until it vanished, your pussy met with the cold air of the room as you felt Gojo’s fingers disappear.

Your eyes shot open as you looked down to Gojo, his eyes staring in what looked like pride at your aching cunt before they looked up to you with mischief.

“Gojo… I didn’t… you didn’t- mmph!”

Without letting you finish your warbled sentence, the sourcer shoved his fingers in your mouth, the taste of your juices on his finger making you moan as your eyes fluttered shut and you swirled your tongue around his fingers.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Kakashi commented, though a smirk was evident on his lips as Gojo kept his eyes on you.

“I… I didn’t cum!” You struggled to whine, as Gojo kept his fingers in your mouth while Gojo smirked down to you with feigned pity in his eyes.

“Why.. What are you doing? I..I’m almost there, please!” You cried, tears spilling from your lashes as you looked up to him with desperation.

“Need to be more patient baby, we went over this on day one.” Gojo cooed, his fingers dipping deeper into your mouth until they practically touched the back of your throat, making you gag.

Though you struggled to keep your eyes open, you couldn’t fight the frustration and anger that built up inside. You had never felt that level of pleasure in your entire life. It was like all your senses were crying in unison, begging to be released and he just stopped.

Had they not already punished you? Were they just going to toy with you the whole time?

Furrowing your brows, you bit down on Gojo’s fingers, resulting in him snatching them out of your mouth as they both looked at you with shock in their eyes.

“No!” You growled, eyes clearly frustrated as your legs tried to rub together, needing any type of friction.

Both men stared at you for a few seconds, bewilderment written all over their expressions before they looked to each other almost as if deciding what to do with you.

“I think we need to wipe that word from your vocabulary darling.” Kakashi hissed, eyes slowly glaring down to you until you both jumped at the sound of a loud clap.

“No no!” Gojo spoke, his voice laced with excitement that made goosebumps rise along your skin as he looked to you with a deranged look in his eye, “We’ll give the princess what she wants!”

Everything about this felt like a trap. So much so that even Kakashi seemed confused. As much as you wanted to think you had finally convinced Gojo to take you seriously, a small part of you knew better.

Not allowing you much time to think on it, a shriek left your lips as Gojo grabbed you by the waist and snatched your hips up until your lower half was resting against his chest.

Without much of a warning, two of his fingers dipped into you and set a brutal pace, the sudden intrusion making you gasp as you gripped at the sheets.

Unlike last time, your high came much quicker as his thumb rubbed aggressively against your clit. Within seconds you felt that tight coil swirl into your stomach until it snapped just as quick as it came, a scream escaping your lips as you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Suddenly everything just felt nice. Euphoria, you supposed one would call it. Your body slumped against his chest as a lazy smile formed on your lips, your eyes looking over to see Kakashi already looking down to you with a strangely sympathetic look in his eye.

And just like that, you felt Gojo’s fingers enter you again. The feeling made you jolt up as you looked up to see Gojo’s eyes fixed on your cunt.

“W..Wait! That’s too much Gojo, not ready-”

“Shut up brat.” Gojo snarled, his cool blue eyes glaring down at your own making your lips pinch together as you looked up to him with wide eyes.

Just like before, you felt that tight feeling in your stomach expand until it let go, your body convulsing in his arms as you screamed out and gripped onto Kakashi for any type of stability.

“A..Alright, no more…” You whimpered, body still twitching until you felt a tongue lick up your cunt, your body shooting up as you looked up to Gojo with bewildered eyes.

“G..Gojo!”

“Is this not what you wanted?” Kakashi hummed from beside you, his fingers sliding along your jaw to lean your face towards him, “You should feel lucky he’s even entertaining your request after you so rudely disobeyed him.”

Kakashi’s words slowly turned to mush as you felt your face grow lifeless in his hands. All you felt was that tight build up of pleasure building in your stomach, the same one you’ve felt nearly five times now before it was let out.

Tears streamed down your face as you cried and screamed, whimpers and pleads for Gojo to stop babbling from your throat as you struggled to stay focused.

“Still don’t have any fucking manners?” Gojo snapped, his fingers gripping your cheeks and snatching your head up to meet his eyes, “You practically begged to cum like a bratty little slut a few minutes ago, can’t even say thank you to me?”

Both men knew you could barely speak, your eyes lidded as pathetic pants blew from your lips.

“Tha..Thank y..you…” You whimpered, hands wrapping around Gojo’s wrist desperately as you gave him pleading glossy eyes, “T..Thank G..Gojo, s..so good!”

The two looked at you as you sobbed in Gojo’s hold, your pathetic cries going straight to their cocks as they watched you fall apart so easily for them.

“Look at you being so polite,” Kakashi hummed with a smile, his hand brushing all of the stray hairs from your face while his thumb wiped at some drool spilling from your mouth, “All fucked out from just his fingers, hm?”

Between your aching cunt and their condescending tones, you felt yourself begin to sob as you clenched on to both of their arms.

“Awe, we made her cry, we’re such bad teachers.” Kakashi cooed, voice dripping in sarcasm as he lifted you up from your awkward position and held you against his chest.

Gojo chuckled, wiping your juices from his lips as he smirked down to you, massaging circles into your legs, “Knew we could tame our bratty little student into submission, just had to get a little rough. Yeah?”

“Good think we’re patient teachers, right?” Kakashi spoke from behind you, his lips trailing up your neck as he moved them close to your ear, “We’re good teachers, aren’t we Y/n?”

All you could do was nod lazily as you whined with each touch against your skin, your body shivering as Kakashi’s warm breath danced across your skin.

“Y..Yes sir.” You whimpered, struggling to shift in his lap as you turned to face him, your fingers fidgeting with the buttons of Kakashi’s shirt clearly uncoordinated, “Want this off.”

The formal nickname took them both by surprise, each little mannerism of your new fucked out state making their pants even tighter as they watched you turn into their desperate little slut for them.

“How could I deny such a polite request?” Kakashi spoke with a smirk, his arms lifting you up and placing you in Gojo’s lap as he began to unbutton his shirt. Leaning your head back, you placed sloppy kisses on Gojo’s neck as you tugged at his shirt.

“Yours too.”

Gojo groaned at your needy voice, the pathetic kisses were leaving across his skin making him want to slam you against the mattress and fuck you stupid.

Kakashi seemed to notice the somewhat feral look in Gojo’s eyes as he tossed his shirt at the sourcer’s face, snatching you from his arms and laying you against the pillows.

“You think I’m going to let you fuck her first after you had all that fun tormenting her?” Kakashi sneered, enjoying the way Gojo’s eye twitched as he tore his shirt from his face and threw it on the floor.

“Fine, I’ll just fill up her other side.” Gojo snapped, beginning to unbutton his pants until Kakashi clicked his tongue.

“Like hell are you touching her ass you damned sadist, it’s her first time. That’s too much”

Gojo rolled his eyes and crawled off the edge of the bed, “Wasn’t talking about her ass dipshit.”

Their arguing came to a halt when a needy moan drew from your lips, your body lifting as you crawled onto all fours, “Need one of you inside me, please.”

Kakasi groaned at this, wordlessly moving behind you as he pressed your upper half down into the mattress.

“Gonna take it slow, alright princess?” Kakashi spoke with a refreshing seriousness in his tone.

Inhaling deeply, you nodded and mumbled a yes as you gripped onto the sheets beneath you. Much to your surprise, you felt a pair of hands grip your own. Looking up you saw Gojo with a genuine smile on his face as he knelt down beside the bed.

Offering a small smile of your own, your breath suddenly hitched as the head of Kakashi’s cock slid against the lips of your pussy. Just as promised, you felt the large mass enter your cunt slowly. This was on another level compared to Gojo’s fingers, and though he went slow, it still felt overwhelming as a breathless cry escaped your lips.

“Doing so good sweet girl,” Gojo hummed, allowing you to dig your nails into his hands as Kakashi bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight princess.” Kakashi groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he gripped at your swollen ass to keep himself from ravaging you completely.

After a few seconds, you felt the uncomfortness start to fade, the feeling growing stable as you wiggled your hips a bit, a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by the two men.

“How’re you feelin?” Gojo questioned, squeezing your hand as you looked up to him.

“G..Good, you can move Kashi.” You whimpered, looking back to him with glossy eyes.

The sight made Kakashi crumble, not able to hold back anymore as he slid his cock nearly out of your pussy before slamming back in, the feeling made a shriek escape your lips that slowly turned into a mewl as you buried your face in the sheets below you.

After a few solid thrusts, Kakashi took cues from Gojo before setting a brutal pace. Though he was definitely monitoring your pained sounds, he ultimately let go as your pornographic moans filled the air.

This was unlike anything you had felt before, you felt so full. Like his cock was hitting every part of your body. This was Euphoric.

The feeling of a cool palm gripping your face made you whimper as you noticed Gojo now standing before you, his large cock in his palm.

“You ever suck a dick before, sweetheart?”

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head no in between moans as your head jerked forward between Kakashi’s rough thrusts.

“Don’t worry, that’s what teachers are for, yeah?” Gojo spoke with a grin, wasting no time to line his cock up with your lips, “Why don’t you show me what you got?”

Wanting nothing more than to please him, you immediately grabbed his cock and began licking at the tip. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to suck him off, afraid you would bite down, but the groan that left his lips suddenly filled you with confidence.

Lifting his cock up, you licked a longer stripe along the bottom of his cock, all while looking up to him with wide obedient eyes. The sight made Gojo growl as he wrapped his hand around your hair and gripped it tight.

“Alright now baby, since you’re so confident how about I take the lead?”

Without much of a warning, Gojo shoved his cock deep into your throat, the tip definitely hitting the back wall as you immediately gagged, tears running down your face.

“Fuck, she just clenched around me.” Kakashi groaned, his hands cupping mounds of your ash as he continued to pound into your backside.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck your face you naughty little slut?” Gojo cooed, smirk on his face as he began to thrust into your mouth.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you gripped onto his thighs and struggled to keep up. Soon enough his salty precum filled your mouth, but it began to be too much to handle. Tapping his thigh, he tugged his cock from your mouth, giving you a second to breath as you let out struggled mewls from Kakashi’s relentless thrusts.

“T..Too big Gojo, can barely fit.” You whimpered, looking up to him with pathetic eyes that made his smirk grow wider.

“Awe sweetheart, don’t worry I’ll make it fit.” Gojo sneered, giving his cock a few rubs before lining it back up with your mouth, “Besides, it’s going in that pretty pussy next, so you better prepare.”

His words made your eyes widen, but you didn’t have much time before Gojo shoved his cock back in your mouth. Both men set brutal paces inside of you, the feeling making you cry and moan as salty tears began to fall over the dried ones.

“She’s squeezing again, shit.” Kakashi growled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he kept a bruising hold on your hips.

Kakashi’s thrusts became impossibly deeper, each pound making you moan around Gojo’s cock as he shoved his deeper down your throat.

“God your slutty little mouth is perfect,” Gojo groaned, his own thrusts growing sloppy before he lifted your head up by your hair, “Gonna blow my load down your throat, don’t you fucking spill a drop.”

Though it wasn’t evident, you attempted to nod as you moaned around his cock, the feeling of your vibrating throat setting him off as he cummed deep into your throat. The feeling immediately had you choking, Gojo quickly removing his cock to allow you to swallow.

The feeling of his thick cum in your throat made you gag at first, struggling to swallow it all as a few drops spilled from your lips. But before Gojo could threaten you once more, you quickly wiped up any droplets of cum on your hand and began to lick it up, looking at him with those same wide eyes as before.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” Gojo growled, bending down to snatch your face up and smash his lips against your own. You quickly accepted, opening your mouth up to let him shove his tongue down your throat, both of you tasting each other on your lips.

“Where do you want me to cum Y/n?” Kakashi groaned from behind you, his thrusts growing slower and less calculated as he felt you clench impossibly tighter around him.

“Inside.” You mewled, the word making both men pause as they looked down to you with serious eyes.

“Y/n we can’t-”

“I’m on the pill!” You cried, your own climax coming to a halt as Kakashi slowed his movements, “Please I’m on the pill, need you to cum inside my pussy sir. Want to cum with you! Just move, please.”

Just when they thought it couldn’t get better. Gojo felt his cock spring back to life at your words, his eyes looking dangerously to Kakashi who’s own eyes darkened at your words.

Without wasting any more time, Kakashi grabbed you by the neck and lifted you up against his chest as he thrusted brutally into your dripping pussy.

“What a naughty little thing you are, wanting me to fill you with my seed,” Kakashi snarled, keeping a tight hold on your neck, “You gonna cum too princess?”

“Mhmmmhm.” You moaned, back arching as your mouth fell agape with each rough thrust.

Squeezing your neck impossibly tighter, Kakashi growled as he sent his final rough thrusts up, “Then fucking cum brat.”

His words sent chills up your spine as you felt yourself come undone. You weren’t sure what was sending you over the edge, your own climax or the feeling of Kakashi’s cum shooting deep into your womb. You felt overwhelmingly full as you cried out Kakashi’s name over and over again in praises, the man beneath you groaning your name himself as he thrusted every drip of his release into you.

“Shit.” Kakashi muttered, lifting you up off his cock and letting you sink into his lap as you moaned at the empty feeling, “Such a good girl for me.”

You mewled at the praise, your arms gripping his own that were wrapped around you as you trembled from your high, barely able to even process how you were still awake.

“Sweetheart, you look tired.” Gojo cooed, your eyes falling on him as he palmed his cock a few times before getting back on the bed and lifting you from Kakashi’s lap onto your back against the pillows, “Or are you just so fucked out from having your slutty little holes filled?”

Whimpering at his words, you felt your eyes widen a bit when you felt his cock begin to rub against your dripping cunt.

“Either way, we can’t have that. I told you I was filling you up next princess.” Gojo spoke with a grin, watching as Kakashi chuckled and lifted your upper half up to sit beneath you.

Looking up to Kakashi with glossy eyes, he simply rubbed his thumb along your cheek before shrugging, “It’s only fair darling.”

“That’s right, it’s only fair.” Gojo agreed, pushing the head of his cock in you making your back arch up as you whimpered slightly, “Plus I think you like when we’re rough with you, don’t ya?”

Their words couldn’t distract from the feeling of Gojo’s thick cock slowly dragging deeper into your walls, your moans growing louder as you gripped at the sheets beside you.

“I think she does, she squeezed around me when I choked her.” Kakashi sneered, his hand moving to wrap around your throat making you gasp as Gojo choked on a groan.

“Fuck she did squeeze, you’re a little masochist aren’t you slut?” Gojo growled, his fingers digging into your already bruised hips as he began to speed up his pace.

Both the feeling of Gojo’s cock beginning to pound into you and Kakashi squeezing tight around your neck made you see stars, your moans becoming less stable as they bounced around in the air needily.

“S..So full!” You cried, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you as both men chuckled condescendingly at you.

“Yeah, and you’ll fucking take it brat.” Gojo spoke, setting a relentless pace, much rougher than Kakashi’s.

The sight of you coming undone from his cock alone had Gojo nearly on the verge of climax. Taking one of his free hands, he slapped one of your ass cheeks before palming it roughly, the action making you clench around him as you shrieked out making the sourcer groan.

Kakashi’s hand squeezed at your throat, making you mewl in between pants as you looked up to him with half lidded eyes, “Open that pretty mouth up princess.”

Immediately you opened your mouth, your tongue sticking out obediently as you looked up to Kakashi with expectant eyes. The sight made Kakashi’s cock grow hard beneath you again as he groaned.

“Shit, you’re so fucked out and obedient. Fucking perfect.” Kakashi growled, holding your jaw open before lowering his head and spitting in your mouth. You hastily swallowed and opened your mouth up for proof, making both men groan at your compliance.

“You like being treated like a damn slutty toy?” Gojo sneered, watching as you wordlessly moaned with each thrust as he pressed his hand against your womb, “Your mentor’s cocks making that pretty head of yours dumb?”

Though you heard his questions, you couldn’t register a response, not like this. All you could do was nod and moan in between sobs as you felt Kakashi begin to grope at your chest.

“So adorable, can you beg your mentor to let you cum?” Gojo cooed, leaning over you now as he gripped your face, “You know I don’t like when you don’t use your manners.”

Your eyes widened at this, your hands beginning to claw at his shoulders as you held him close, “P..Please Gojo! Need you to let me cum! Wanna cum on your cock so bad so you can fill me up!”

Both men moaned at your words, Gojo’s grip on your chin getting harsher as he began to speed up his thrusts.

“Yeah, you want my cum so bad, slut? I’m gonna fill you to the damn brim. My cum will be all the way in that stupid head of yours.” Gojo growled, aggressively poking at your head as his other finger began to swirl around your clit.

It was all too much. Between his words, Kakashi’s warm hands groping along your body, and Gojo’s rough thrusts mixed with his thumb abusing your clit, you finally let go.

This time you really did see stars, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to squirt all along Gojo’s chest. Soon after Gojo sent one final thrust into your pussy until you felt his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“O..Oh G..Gojo!” You cried, body convulsing in both of their arms as you sobbed and moaned from both of your climaxes.

Gojo shouted profanities as he thrusted his seed into you a few times before pulling out, watching both his and Kakashi’s seed drip out of your abused cunt.

“Such a good girl Y/n, you did so good.” Kakashi mumbled into your ear, placing warm kisses along the side of your face as you laid limp in his arms.

Gojo hummed in agreement, his thumb shoving any cum that began to drip from you back into your twitching pussy, the feeling making you mewl as you grew sensitive.

“Took our cocks so well sweetheart,” Gojo spoke with an uncharacteristic warmness to his voice as he brushed some hair from your face.

Both men chuckled when all you could do was babble their names, your arms weakly attempting to bring them close to you.

“Shit, she really did go stupid from our cocks.” Kakashi hummed, moving out from beneath you to allow Gojo to wrap his arms around you.

The two surely exchanged more words above you, but the feeling of their now warm hands rubbing against your skin was all you needed to begin to drift off into a heavy sleep.

Everything felt sore.

Everything felt, more than it needed to. It’s like your senses were awakened for the first time again as your eyes began to flutter open to the warm light flooding the bedroom.

You acknowledged how cozy and clean you felt, contrasting to how filthy you were the night before.

Shifting in the soft sheets hugging your body, you tugged them up only to see the marks and bruises that littered your skin. Your eyes widened as memories of the night before began to flood your mind, a deep dread entering your head as you shivered.

It was then you remembered who’s room you were in. Sitting up quickly, you looked around only to find the room was empty besides you.

Suddenly you felt your eyes begin to water, embarrassment filling your chest as you realized exactly what must be happening. This was all a trick from the start. The two knew of your family and your status, and they were trying to tear down everything you worked so hard to build.

They teased and toyed with you all week until you snapped and gave in, and now they’ve used you and completed their mission. Now your entire career as a hero was over.

Your watery eyes turned into full sobs as you gripped at the sheets beneath you. You had never felt more mortified, more embarrassed, in your life. You hated that a small part of you was excited to wake up to the feeling of both of them beside you. Holding you close, keeping you safe. For once allowing you to let your guard down.

Wiping at your tears, you felt yourself bury your face into the sheets until you heard the door burst open, a wide eyed Kakashi standing at the doorway as he looked to you.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Your sobs came to a halt as you saw the ninja look you up and down in concern.

“K..Kakashi?”

The way you whimpered out his name, almost confused, broke his heart. Quickly he walked to the bed and sat beside you, wiping some tears from your eyes as he held your face.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Kakashi whispered gently, careful not to get too close to you in such a fragile state.

Your eyes searched his face for any maliciousness. You tried so hard to find any cloud of doubt or hesitation in his expression, but all you saw was genuine concern. Concern that made you lower your walls once again.

“I thought…” You muttered, that aching feeling in your throat building up again as you hiccuped on a sob, “Thought you both left me here.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened at your words, everything piecing together. Quickly he dove beneath the covers and scooped you up in his arms, holding you close as you began to sob again.

“Shit I’m an idiot Y/n, I’m so sorry we made you think that,” Kakashi hummed, guilt tearing through his chest as he felt you tremble in his arms.

The last thing they wanted to do was overwhelm you. Last night once you fell asleep, they both began to realize just how intense they were with you. Though you consented to the activities, it still left a rotten feeling in their chests. So after cleaning you up, they carried you to Kakashi’s clean bed and held you while you slept, deciding they would give you space in the morning.

Kakashi now realized how that may have looked from your perspective, waking up alone.

“We just didn’t want to overwhelm you sweetheart,” Kakashi reassured calmly, combing his fingers through your hair as he began to rub soothing circles along your back.

You felt your sobs begin to slow until you heard a gentle knock at the door.

“Is our crybaby awake?”

Both Gojo’s voice and the smell of cooked toast made your head perk up, your eyes wide towards him until you processed his words. Furrowing your brows, you stuck your tongue out before resting your head on Kakashi’s chest again.

“Thought you both left me, asshole.”

The sourcer’s eyes widened at this, his blue eyes glancing to Kakashi’s who had a similar guilt written in his expression.

“Do Kakashi and I strike you as the type of men to hit and run?” Gojo spoke in feigned shock, hoping his humor would help lighten the mood, but your cold glare matched with Kakashi’s unimpressed eyes made him realize that was not the case.

Clicking his tongue, Gojo rolled his eyes as he rubbed a lazy hand through his hair and dropped the plate of breakfast he made for you on the nearby dresser before shifting in the bed on the other side of you, “Oh come here you little brat.”

Surprisingly, your body naturally curled into his side as well. You felt warm as his hand began to massage your thigh, his chin resting atop your head.

“Like I was trying to say before,” Kakashi spoke gently, squeezing your hand to grab your attention, “We just didn’t want to overwhelm you. I know you consented to last night but… we still feel like we went a bit too far with everything.”

Now it was your turn to feel guilt pool in your stomach. It never occurred to you that the two of them would care enough to be concerned with your feelings, enough to think you needed space.

“You.. you didn’t go too far at all…” You mumbled, your cheeks growing warm as you avoided your eyes, “I enjoyed last night.”

Both men chuckled at this, Gojo squeezing your thigh as he kissed the side of your forehead, “Trust me, we know that much.”

A giggle escaped your lips as you shoved his hand away and sat up a bit to look at them both.

“But I mean it, I know I was being a jerk this whole week… but I was just.. confused.. I guess? The second I saw you two I felt something, and I had never had that feeling before. I guess I was just nervous it would distract me from my mentorship studies, so I got a bit aggressive hoping I would scare you away.”

When you paused and glanced up, you were surprised to see them both looking at you. Genuinely listening to you.

“And though it did technically distract me, it wasn’t something you forced on me.”

Both men’s eyes softened at this, the two of them sharing glances.

“Well on the topic of that, we wanted to let you know that you passed.”

Kakashi’s words made your eyes widen, your chest filling with excitement before a weird sense of dread as you furrowed your brows and shook your head.

“No.. No, I can't accept that. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I refuse to sleep my way into passing. There are too many people out there who worked hard to earn that.”

Gojo rolled his eyes before flicking your forehead, the action making you squeak as you glared up to his amused eyes.

“You didn’t pass because you slept with us dork, you passed because your skills far exceeded all of the preliminaries on day one. We knew you were going to pass before we even took you on.”

Blinking, you tilted your head a bit before narrowing your eyes in thought.

“So… Then what was the point in me even doing all of this? Shouldn’t the school head have just pulled me out?” You questioned.

“Technically yes, but because we joined the committee of mentors this year, your school head thought it would be a good idea to have us mentor you.” Kakashi explained.

Suddenly it was all making sense. Normally something like your outburst would have received a genuine response from your principal, so for her to yell at you made no sense. She normally at least would have pulled you aside to check on you, now you know why she didn’t.

“So then, why did you convince her to change the rules to make the mentors pick the applicants this year?” You asked, leaning back in the bed now as you thought about it.

“Oh that was just to piss you off.” Gojo spoke with a grin, his eyes sparkling in delight as you shot up with annoyance in your eyes.

“Are you kidding me? You really are assholes!”

“Hey, you’re the one that called us old.” Kakashi defended, though there was a playful grin on his lips as he watched you get flustered.

Folding your arms you jerked your body up so you could avoid both of their eyes as you pouted your lips out, “Yeah because you both were insanely attractive and my immediate defense mechanism is to insult attractive people because I have no idea how to flirt.”

The two men chuckled at your little outburst, Kakashi pulling your back against his chest once again as Gojo began to massage your legs.

“We realized that cute thing, between my six eyes and his ninja skills, we could pick up on your nerves,” Gojo hummed, clearly amused as he pinched your thigh, “But we weren’t one hundred percent sure, so that’s why we tormented you all week. Needed your stubborn ass to admit it.”

Though you were still still annoyed with their methods, you finally understood everything that happened. In a weird way, you felt better that you weren’t delusional this entire week. Your bathroom breakdowns and overanalyzing every little thing they did wasn’t completely insane.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned further into Kakashi’s back before closing your eyes, not wanting to see their faces as you asked the next dreaded question that was looming in the air.

“So… what now?”

Gojo and Kakashi looked at each other, they were almost hoping they would be the ones to ask you that same question first, but now that it was out there, they had to respond.

“Well.. you have two options,” Kakashi spoke, his hand rubbing gently up and down your forearm as he continued, “Regardless, you’ve passed your exam. You can either continue to work as our sidekick, or we can arrange for Mirko and Mei Mei to take you on since they were your original choice.”

The sound of your dream mentors made your head perk up, your eyes looking to Gojo in disbelief before you shot your head back to Kakashi.

“S..Seriously?”

Kakashi nodded, offering a warm smile as Gojo squeezed your leg in confirmation.

If the version of you before this week was asked this question, you would take Mirko and Mei Mei’s offer in a heartbeat. After all, they had been your dream mentors for years.

But then this week happened, and now you’re an entirely changed person.

Now you’ve met two of the strongest fighters you’ve ever come across, and they were the first teachers ever to kick you on your ass, literally. Plus deep down, you knew you would never be able to fight the feelings that were dangerously swirling in your stomach.

You weren’t sure how it would end, or even if you were making the right decision, but all you could think about were your mother’s words from the pep talk she gave you before starting this new experience.

“After all, our family element is the element of change, is it not?”

Swallowing, you felt a smile curve at the tip of your lip as you looked up to them.

“I think… I think I want you two to be my official mentors.” You spoke, smile widening as you noticed the genuine shock in their face, “Though I do want some real training mixed in with this arrangement…” Gojo snorted at your words as Kakashi grinned behind you as you continued.

“...I do think that your skills are unparalleled to anything I’ve faced before. Just the fight we had yesterday proved I have so much more to learn. If my goal really is to become number one, than I think it’s best to stay with you guys.”

The excitement in the sourcer’s eyes shocked you as he lifted you in his arms and began pressing kisses along your skin, Kakashi following in his own calmer celebration as he squeezed your hand.

A shriek of giggles escaped your lips as you tried to shove the two men off you before you coughed to catch their attention, “But,”

Gojo and Kakashi froze, their eyes on you as you smiled coyly up to them,

“I still need a personal meet and greet with Mirko and Mei Mei because they’re practically my idols, and I’m going to need some breakfast like… now.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes at your words, Gojo simply lifting you up in his arms as the two made their way to the kitchen.

Maybe you made the wrong decision, maybe you didn’t. All you knew is that for once in your life, you felt genuinely happy.

And that’s all that matters, right?

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lees-chaotic-brain · 23 days

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For the song fic event!

Dancing with Your Ghost (Sasha Alex Sloan) with YOU KNOW WHO—Gojo Satoru, of course!—angst/mcd?

I don't really do x reader stuff, but I thought this was a cool idea so I figured why not? 😊✨️

WC: 1.1k

CW: jjk chapter 236 spoilers, mcd, angst, hurt/no comfort, grief, unhealthy coping

Note: aww, thank you so much for sending one in!! this hurt, but omg did i get in my feels writing it. so excited to be posting the first fic for this event!!

listen to this song while reading

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It was past midnight, well into the wee hours of the morning when you woke with a start. Reaching over, you patted the other side of the bed searching for something that would never be there. Instead of the warm body you expected, you made contact with smooth, cool sheets, the surprise jolting you back into reality.

Remembering that no one was there, you rolled out of bed suddenly unable to bear being in it alone. Sliding your feet into slippers and wrapping a robe around your body you head to the kitchen, the soft sound of your slippers against the hardwood the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment.

Part of you wondered if it would always be like this. If you would spend the rest of your life always searching for something that wasn’t with you. Another part of you knew that you would.

Baby, why'd you go away? I'm still your girl

Knowing you weren’t going to go back to sleep you sighed and put the kettle on for some tea. As you waited for the water to boil you wrapped your arms around yourself and leaned back against the counter. The silence filling your apartment was deafening and the stillness made you uneasy.

Taking a deep breath you sat down at the counter, staring into space as you allowed yourself to get lost in your thoughts. You don’t know how long you sat there before the shill whistle of the kettle knocked you out of your stupor. You jumped a little, the sound startling you. Moving to stand, it was only then you noticed you were crying. Your fingers reached up and brushed your cheek, and you examined the drops of water on them a little mystified. Deciding that only sleeping four hours in the last week was finally getting to you, you dried your face and turned the stove off.

Opening the pantry to grab a tea bag, an expired box of kikufuku mochi caught your eye. Inevitably, your thoughts were drawn to him, and a fresh wave of grief hit you. Frantically, you fumbled with the box, hurriedly extracting a tea bag and slamming the pantry door shut a little too violently. The handle of the ceramic mug was cool in your hand as you dunked your tea bag and moved to sit on your couch.

You sank into the soft cushions, unable to stop yourself from grabbing your phone and opening your text chain with him. Despite knowing it was unhealthy, you often found yourself rereading the messages you sent to him that fateful night he hadn’t returned home. The messages get increasingly more panicked with each one, ending with a final “I hope it was painless. I hope you know how much I love you. I didn’t even get to say goodbye…”

Never got the chance to say a last goodbye.

I gotta move on, but it hurts to try.

Swallowing a sob you shut your phone off and hurl it across the room. You need to move on. You know that. Never leaving your house, pushing your friends away, not sleeping, obsessing over the past, you knew it wasn’t good for you.

Day after day, voicemails and texts poured in from concerned friends and family telling you that you were self-destructing. That this wasn’t what he would have wanted for you. That he would have wanted you to move on. To live.

You know that. You know. But knowing and being able to were two very different things. How were you supposed to move on when everything reminds you of him? When you can’t sleep without his warmth.

Aside from that, your faith in others has been permanently shattered. He had promised you that he would always come back, that he would win. And you had believed him because he was the strongest. And if you couldn’t believe him then who could you? But then he had gone and left you far behind. No. You could never open your heart again. You can’t trust anyone to not leave you like he did.

How do I love? How do I love again?

How do I trust? How do I trust again?

But you were okay with being alone for the rest of your life. Even if the loneliness made it impossible to sleep. Even if his absence wrapped around your throat cutting off your air. You were okay. You didn’t need anyone else. You had your home filled with his belongings and you had yourself. That’s all that mattered.

I stay up all night, tell myself I’m alright

At least that’s what you told yourself. In reality every reminder of him was like a stab to the heart. And maybe you were a masochist because you refused to remove the traces of him from your apartment. Sitting on the sofa you could still see him dancing around the coffee table, hear his laughter fill the air. And sometimes when you closed his eyes and inhaled his scent that still lingered in the air it was like he was still next to you, his voice ringing in your ears.

Baby you’re just harder to see than most

Suddenly the silence in the living room was suffocating. Without the joy and love that used to reside in it, the room felt oppressive. Retrieving your phone from where you had flung it you hastily, you connected to your apartment’s bluetooth and clicked play on the first playlist that popped up in your feed. Some of the stress left your body when a soft dreamy song began to seep from the walls, only to return when you realized what playlist you had accidentally put on.

Of course you accidentally played the playlist he made for you for your two year anniversary. The playlist of all the songs that reminded him of you. Going to change the playlist you froze when you accidentally hit skip and heard the song that began playing.

It was your song. The song you used to listen to together on quiet evenings. The song that the two of you slow danced to in this very living room. The song you knew all the lyrics to. Slowly, you put your phone down, leaning back and closing your eyes as the music swept over you.

I put the record on, wait ‘til I hear our song

And with the song on repeat, you sat there until the first light of day struck your face, the ghost of Gojo Satoru slow dancing around you.

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost

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cursedvibes · 9 days

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what are your thoughts on the new jjk chapter?

I think it's pretty good. Definitely the most interesting one we've had for a while. I really missed actually being invested in leaks and reading the raws (as far as that's possible), coming up with theories etc. I have to say, I would prefer it if Yuuji and Sukuna were not related at all, but I think the uncle/nephew thing is way more interesting than having them be twins or Yuuji being the reincarnation of some ancient guy we don't know. With Jin it's a bit convoluted, but I like that it gives him a more personal connection to Kenjaku and a reason to work with them. Makes him a bit more sinister too, if he remembers who he is and was willingly going along with Kenjaku's plan for his own benefit. He was always a bit fucked up and creepy in my eyes, the way he looked at Yuuji in that flashback seemed quite a bit obsessive, not like a doting father. I'm really curious about more details on this. The relationships between Jin, Kenjaku, Wasuke and Kaori and consequently their different intentions for Yuuji have become a lot more tricky now. I wonder how Kaori fits into all this. Smells a lot like set-up for future Heian era and/or Itadori family flashbacks.

It also confirms a lot of theories about Sukuna's origin. He absorbed his twin, which explains his physique and he achieved more power through it. Besides that, I think Kenjaku being Sukuna's sister-in-law is genius lol

So, beginning of the chapter really nice. The rest...hm...well, I said that I have mixed feelings about this relation of Yuuji to Sukuna and that's mostly because I don't like him gaining Sukuna's cursed technique, although it is nice that there's at least a personal touch to it. It still seems pretty cheesy and cliche. Thank god the main character got his power-up. I also don't see this being all that necessary at the moment? Most of the damage comes from the Black Flashes + Soul Punches. I don't feel like Yuuji needed to be able to do this to get the edge over Sukuna. Feels completely unnecessary to me. The "surpassing" Sukuna was also... eh. It's not important that Yuuji is more powerful than him, he was already way above Sukuna mentally and spiritually and he was beating him up just fine too.

Might be a setup for Yuuji doing something else with Sukuna's technique that relates to the black box. Speaking of which, it's strange that this entire fight since Gojo's death all Sukuna does is spam Cleave and Dismantle, no other functions of his technique. Maybe he'll do that now. If not now, then when? While he's at it, he can also start the merger to take advantage of the chaos. I'm glad we are finally past the formulaic part of the fight (I hope). Only took us 30 chapters... now things are shaking up and become a bit more unpredictable again. Hopefully this will lead to some flashbacks and more reveals of Yuuji and Sukuna's backstories. Megumi should've woken up now too. Hard to miss Yuuji rattling his cage this much, even if you're depressed. I'm surprised we haven't seen him yet or that Yuuji made contact again during one of his Black Flashes, but maybe next chapter.

Despite some of my complaints, it's nice to be finally excited for a new chapter again. Let's see how Gege keeps it up.

#asks #jjk spoilers #jjk 257 #jjk leaks

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i-heart-hxh · 29 days

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Hi...Can I ask, what are your KilluGon fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them? Also, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of KilluGon? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hello!

Thank you for asking! This post will get way too long if I answer all your questions, so here's a post where I talk about some of my fav HxH moments (4/5 of which are KilluGon related), and here's my Headcanons tag to see some of the headcanons I've posted or approved of previously. I'm sure I'll revisit similar questions to these over time as well.

I haven't had anyone ask about ships that remind me of KilluGon though, and it's a fun question to answer! I think KilluGon is very unique, so these might not be incredibly similar, but I'm focusing on ships that give me a similar feeling or have commonalities that I think are worth mentioning. I enjoy all of these ships to varying degrees!

I'm going to stay away from ships from big, currently popular shounen series that people typically bring up in comparison with HxH (JJK, HeroAca, etc.), both because the ships I've come across in those don't actually remind me of KilluGon very deeply, and also because it's more fun to recommend ships/series people may not have heard of already!

Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)

I'm all but certain these two were based off Gon and Killua in part--the personalities of the two and dynamic between them feels fairly similar, and the antagonist of the series, Adam, also strongly feels like he's based off of Hisoka. The series itself is less serious/dark than HxH so the intensity isn't the same, but they definitely have a similar strong friendship basis and mutual adoration to Gon and Killua.

Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury)

Suletta is straightforward, somewhat oblivious, and grew up isolated from others (a bit like Gon), and Miorine is confident, tsundere, and trying to escape the influence of her rich and powerful family (a bit like Killua), and the two hit it off quickly and find joy and inspiration to keep going in each other. The degree to which they influence, support, and adore each other feels familiar. There are some later developments (spoilers) that remind me of Gon and Killua as well.

Yuki Sanada and Haru (Tsuritama)

Yuki, who has severe anxiety, ends up having his life transformed when the strange and overly friendly Haru appears suddenly. There's a real cuteness, joyfulness, and closeness between them that reminds me of Gon and Killua, and the way they help each other understand the world differently and change each others' perspectives as well.

Maru and Kiruko (Tengoku Daimakyou / Heavenly Delusion)

I can't say too much about this ship because I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say in at least one major way it's not how it appears. Maru (the blond one) shares several commonalities with Killua, though he's at least a bit more straightforward in his emotions like Gon; while Kiruko is somewhat more tsundere initially (due to understandable past reasons). Their bond reminds me of Gon and Killua in that they travel all around together and develop a very close friendship and devotion to one another, and while one is more openly affectionate the other holds back more initially.

(This series contains some mature content, including a depiction of sexual assault, so please be careful when checking it out, but it's fantastic!)

Shindou Hikaru and Touya Akira (Hikaru no Go)

These two are rivals and obviously Gon and Killua are not, but at the same time there's a certain intensity and degree of being obsessed with each other than reminds me of KilluGon, as well as things like their bickering and the degree to which the series revolves around their connection. It's been a long time since I read the manga so I admittedly can't remember all the details, but I feel like it's maybe a few steps closer to Gon and Killua than, say, Hinata and Kageyama from Haikyuu (though that's also a great rivals -> friends ship that has some commonalities with KilluGon). It has a strong canon basis and I remember really enjoying how their bond develops!

Riko and Reg (Made in Abyss)

Riko is an adventurous, plucky girl who goes on a dangerous journey to find her missing parent, while Reg the robot boy supports her on their adventure (and semi-secretly adores her). Reg is also voiced by Mariya Ise, Killua's seiyuu, so it's hard not make the comparison! The personalities of the two are definitely similar and their bond feels familiar.

(Made in Abyss looks cute but it contains a great deal of upsetting/potentially triggering content, please be careful if you decide to watch or read it! It's amazing, but definitely not a series that will appeal to everyone.)

I hope people looking for similar ships might enjoy checking these series out!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killugon #gonkillu #asks #dnana-2809-blog #my posts #sk8 the infinity #gundam witch from mercury #tsuritama #hikaru no go #hikago #tengoku daimakyou #heavenly delusion #made in abyss #long post

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Coquet, Part 10 | JJK

Coquet, Part 10

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; sexually explicit language; JK hair brush-up (if that's legitimate?); vulnerable confessions; heavy pining; angst (not super dramatic, though); discussion of relationship/commitment fears; alcohol consumption; tooth-rotting fluff; fingering; masturbation; OC and JK have such filthy mouths; the return of the devil suit; oral (F-receiving); clit play; nipple play; protected sex; dirty talk; praise kink; semi-clothed sex; riding; multiple orgasms; cuddling; bed-sharing; MORE tooth-rotting fluff in the end

Word count: 11,529K words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is going to be another long one because it's the finale! First off, thank you to the best betas I could ask for: @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez. I appreciate every insight, comment, and suggestion that you've given in every draft. For swooning and thirsting over this Jungkook. It might be a while before I get over him, TBH. This fic wouldn't have been possible without your encouragement and constant words of affirmation while I agonized over storylines, suffered through several instances of writer's block. I love you both--most especially, you, @internetjunkdrawer. I have you to thank for one of the more significant quotes here--it was deep and I'm so happy that I saved it in my drafts somewhere and found a great spot for it 😅 Thank you for always saving me from my worst impulses 🤣 and keeping me in check.😘

To all of you who have stuck around 'til the end (or waiting to binge this), thank you for the reblogs, comments, asks--you've all given me life!!!💜

Lastly, for Queen Bey--for coming out with such a bomb album that pushed me to finish this. It's that Virgo energy!!! Everything just lined up...

And with that, I'll shut up and let you get right to it. It's wine o'clock!!!🍷

A week after your lunch with Jungkook, you both found the time to meet for dinner at the barbecue spot that you’d been texting him about.

You showed up 15 minutes earlier than the agreed-upon time. You were feeling more relaxed than the last time you saw each other. If anything, you were really excited about tonight.

You took a menu from the host and sat in the waiting area to peruse it–even though you’d practically memorized it from cover to cover when you reviewed it online, in the days leading up to this. You’d already made up your mind about which meats and sides you would get. You were only trying to distract yourself because you were fidgety.

Did you actually think you were more relaxed this time? That’s what you kept telling yourself.

The pitter-patter against the window had you looking out to find the rain pouring. You had the obsessive habit of checking the weather every morning to ensure that you were dressed appropriately.

Glancing down at your knee-high boots, you breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the menu.

You were so caught up with the surroundings, and in trying to distract yourself, you barely heard the door of the restaurant open.

‘’Hey.”

Your eyes flick up at a soaked Jungkook. He sounded out of breath like he had been making a futile attempt at running away from the rain. At least he had a jacket on, you thought.

“Oh no!” Your stomach knotted slightly in concern.

He stood by the entryway shaking the excess water off his hair before brushing it away from his face.

Your stomach was still knotted…but for a completely different reason this time.

“Shit, sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said wearily.

“Not at all. I got here early because I wasn’t sure how the parking situation would be.” You stood up to try to give him a hug but he quickly put his hands in front of him to stop you. “A-are you sure? I look like a wet dog,” he chuckled.

You wave him off. “It’s just water,” you say and hug him anyway.

“How’ve you been?” He asks after you pull away.

“Good. You?”

“Better now.” His response makes you smile involuntarily. “Uhm–shall we get a table? Maybe the grill can warm you up?”

He laughs while you check in with the hostess, who guides you to an open table. You quickly ask if you could borrow a couple of clean dish towels so that he could dry himself, to which the host agrees to bring it back around.

He gave you a puzzled look. “What? I didn’t want you to get sick,” you say casually.

“Thank you,” he said quietly while you smiled at each other.

******

“Oh shit, turns out we did order too much pork,” he grins embarrassingly while you laugh after the server drops your platters off: pork belly, garlic pork belly, spicy pork belly, miso pork belly, galbi, bulgogi, gyeranjjim, and an assortment of banchan.

“I mean…the server warned us that there was going to be a lot of food. You’re the one who sounded like you hadn’t eaten in days.”

“I had a long shift,” he said in between laughs. “Besides, between you and me, I think we can finish this.”

You scoffed at him. “Excuse me? What do you take me for?”

“Ah, c’mon. You’ve got a healthy appetite.” He’s seen you polish off a plate of bacon and eggs and enjoy a good dessert or two.

“I’m not saying that in a bad way because I think it’s great. It means you appreciate good food.” You smile while you watch him adjust the flame on your grill.

You both grab your tongs and start loading up the grill with slices of meat.

“Is this weird for you?”

Your eyebrows flick up at his question. “What is?”

“Being out here with me?” He clarifies.

“Why would you think it would be weird? Didn’t we plan on getting galbi anyway?” You say with slight amusement.

He snorts. “Yeah…but, that was before…you know…” he trailed off while he proceeded to put more slices of beef on the grill.

You and Jungkook hadn’t revisited any of the events that had occurred. That was all in the past anyway. You were turning a new leaf. Starting with a clean slate…and all of those other metaphors and idioms synonymous to a fresh start.

“Well…” You gave a thoughtful pause. “Are we any different now from who we were then?”

Now it was his turn to pause, the sound of sizzling meat filling the silence between you two.

“Aside from the location and current circumstances–we’re still the same people, right?” You ask him.

He gave a satisfied nod. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay so…there’s no reason for weirdness. We’re just–” You thought about what the most appropriate way to describe this outing was. “We’re spending time getting to know each other, right?”

Warmth bloomed within his chest. “Yeah, we are.”

You smiled back at him. He goes on to put some cooked slices on your plate, you mouth your thanks to him. You move the piping hot claypot containing the gyeranjjim towards you and away from him when you notice his elbow hovering a little too close to it.

“Hey–we’re supposed to split that,” he barks.

“Sheesh, relax! I just didn’t want you to get any second-degree burns!”

He chuckles. “I’m just kidding. I knew that. Thanks for looking out,” he says.

You took a sip of your non-alcoholic drink. “I wasn’t sure when you’d get another night off,” you say. Since your last lunch 'date’, you’ve texted and called each other–it was mostly casual but every now and then, they bordered on flirty.

“I didn’t think so, either. I usually work the day shift, then I’m off in the afternoon unless I get asked to stay a little longer or if I’m on-call. I’m sorry it took me a while to find a free evening.”

“No need for apologies. It’s your job. It can be unpredictable.” You smiled at him.

“How ‘bout you? How’s work?”

“Oh, you know. We’re gearing up for a second-quarter campaign so–it just means more stress and headaches that I care to discuss off-site,” you bemoaned, giving him a tight smile.

“Ah,” he twists his lips. “I won’t mention work again for the rest of this dinner,” he laughed.

You laughed in return. “Why don’t you talk to me about your work instead? Any interesting patients or cases recently?”

“Oh! Well, since you asked…” He goes on to talk about one of his cases, sparing you from any potentially gory details.

He’s enthusiastic and animated about it all. You listened intently, throwing in an occasional question or sympathetic comment, especially when he veers into the topic of which specialty he wanted to go into.

“I’m choosing between internal medicine or pathology. Mayumi said I should do both since I seem to have a knack for either one… or at least lean towards subspecialties that overlap,” he chuckled.

“It’s nice that your friend is really supportive.”

He lifts a shoulder. “She’s also worked her way up like me. She knows the struggle. At least her fiance’s been very supportive.”

“Sounds like he’s a keeper.”

“Yeah, they’ve been together a while. She’s trying to figure out how to plan a wedding around our residency.”

“That must be difficult…trying to balance a relationship and work?”

He stilled, his gaze, perceptive and assessing. “If they figured out a way to do it, I think that we can, too,” he says softly.

You feel a flutter within your chest. You weren’t even alluding to your relationship. You hadn’t brought it up in any of your recent communications since you were afraid that it might be too soon…and you didn’t want to seem ‘presumptuous.’ But it seems like he’d decided to open that door. “You think you’d be able to fit me in? With everything that you have going on?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know…being a doctor is challenging and I’m sure it takes up a lot of your time.”

“That’s true. But I’ve always thought that if you want something bad enough, you’ll find ways to achieve it and work even harder to hang on to it.”

He stared at you softly, filled with a sudden tenderness that made your throat tight. You absorbed his words, struggling to find the right response.

“I’m happy we’re doing this,” you say softly.

“Me, too,” he smiles.

******

It was quite the feat–several empty plates later. You already knew that you needed to run a few extra laps around your building to work all that food off.

By the end of dinner, you had to be slick about settling the bill since he got lunch last time. He was upset when he found out that you went behind his back. He looked so adorable with his little pout when he said that he was only joking when he told you to get the next meal.

“Sorry! You snooze, you lose,” you laughed while you walked out of the restaurant. He offers to walk you to your car. “At least it stopped raining,” you pointed out.

“Yeah.” He digs his hands into his pockets. “So–when can I see you again?”

You paused, mentally running through your calendar. You had a big campaign that you were gearing up for—the one that you refused to think about during dinner. You might have to put in extra hours for those…including some nights and weekends. Even though you’d rather spend that time with him, you had other commitments.

With a slight grimace, you answer, “Can I get back to you on that? It’s just…work has been a little hectic so I can’t tell off the top—“

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

“Sorry, I just—“

“What did I say about apologizing?”

Your lips curved into a smile. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m not making time for you.”

Truthfully, you were afraid of losing momentum. Last time, you both had full access to each other—but that was in a bubble. You weren’t in it now. And just as things were falling into place… real life had to get in the way.

“I feel like things were easier when we were back at the beach.”

He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Your comment was meant to be nostalgic. Both of you could get to each other with ease. You were more accessible.

You turn to face him right when you arrive at your parking spot.

You sighed briefly. “I just meant–that we didn’t have to contend with different schedules and work our plans around that.”

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from before he smiled winningly at you. “That’s the thrill of it, right? We get to miss each other more.”

You smiled, wrinkling your nose. “Well…when you put it that way.”

“So, we’ll just call each other and…figure something out?”

“I guess so,” you answer.

He shifts in his position and takes a step closer. “So…this is goodbye for now?”

“‘Goodbye’ sounds so final. Can we just settle for ‘goodnight’?”

You see a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Alright. Do I…get a ‘goodnight hug’?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him. “We hugged earlier so–that’s fine.”

He laughs. “I’m just checking!” He says innocently.

His arms wrapped carefully around your waist and you snuggle into his hold. “Well, this is a weird hug,” you point out.

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Well, yeah–because I wanted to get close enough to kiss you.”

You chuckle softly before he cups your face, tilting your head to the angle he wanted, and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that left you breathless and stars dancing in front of your eyes.

Pulling away, he took a couple steps backward. “Call me when you get home?”

You nod wordlessly, while you watch him walk away with that familiar confident, sexy stride that turns heads.

******

A week later, although he had work to keep him busy, he couldn’t help but fight the urge to bother YN about when they would see each other again.

They maintained communication but it was always ‘safe’ in a way where they kept it casual instead of obligating the other to set aside time in their day to make contact. She responded when she wasn’t in and out of meetings or conference calls. He texted back when he wasn’t making his rounds, completing patient post-op notes, or sleeping.

Jungkook felt miserable and useless. He missed her terribly. But he didn’t want to come on too strong for fear of scaring her off so he was treading lightly. Things are different now. They weren’t under contract or any time constraints. Relationships like these took time, just as Mayumi had told him and he had to accept that.

Feeling lost after one of his shifts, Jungkook sat in his car before driving home. He dials a number on his cell, hoping that the person would pick up on the other end.

“Hey…sorry to call you like this…No, no–I’m good. I just–needed someone to talk to. Would you mind if I stopped by?…Alright, cool, thanks. I should be there in 15 minutes…Great. See you soon.”

******

He parked his car in the lot at his destination and proceeded to walk up the front doors. Most of the lights were shut off and the ‘closed’ sign was turned over. He knocks loudly a couple of times until he grabs the attention of the person sitting by the bar with his laptop.

The man slid off the barstool to unlock the door and let him in.

“Jungkookie! Good to see you,” he smiled at him, giving him a quick hug.

“Sorry to just drop in like this, Jin-hyung.”

“Not at all. I was just looking through our end-of-week sales for the restaurant.” Jin gestures at an empty bar stool next to him, prompting Jungkook to take a seat.

“Want anything to drink?”

Jungkook declines. “I’m good, thanks, hyung. I’m driving and I still have work tomorrow.”

Jin laughed. “Alright, Dr. Jeon. I hear ya.” He took a sip of his red wine before getting down to business. “So–what can I do for you?”

Jungkook sighs heavily. “I have…this client. Ex-client now,” he quickly corrects.

Jin hummed, signaling that he was listening. He was no stranger to client stories. He was always there to offer a sympathetic ear. And even though Jungkook didn’t work for him anymore, his door was always open…especially for someone whom he considered as a younger brother.

“We had this…I don’t know…” He pursed his lips and made wide, slow gestures with his hands, trying to find the appropriate adjective for it, “…Intense chemistry while we were under contract. It started off very business-like and I tried to keep it that way but then…I started to like her…enough to pursue a relationship with her,” he finishes.

“Okay. Did you propose to see her outside of your arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“And did she turn you down?” It was sort of an unspoken rule that an escort should not date their client outside the arrangement. Developing feelings towards them or vice versa was also discouraged. Once there was a hint of emotional attachment, the arrangement had to be severed immediately. It was just bad for business.

But since Jungkook was decidedly moving away from the service permanently, he could very well do what he wanted, outside the confines of the contract.

He decides to spare Jin the whole pre-wedding drama since it’s pretty much irrelevant at this point. “Well, no. We’ve gone out a couple times.”

Sensing that Jungkook wasn’t telling him the full story, Jin tries to coax it out of him. “Now I know you didn’t drive all the way out here after working a 12-hour shift just to complain about a couple dates that you both agreed to.”

He exhales deeply and chews at his bottom lip to sort out his thoughts. “I want to see her again and—” Truthfully, after that kiss, he wanted to pull YN back into his car and drive back to his place, which was only a few blocks away.

“I don’t know if I’m trying too hard to control myself or…” he let out a frustrated sigh, unsure how to verbalize it. “I just don’t want to come off too eager.”

He cleared his throat before explaining further. “You once said that, when we’re with clients, you have to fawn over them…make them feel wanted—because it’s all about them. You want them to have the best experience.”

He chewed at this bottom lip when his thoughts shifted to YN. “I want to do all that for her. I want to cater to her…but…” he paused for a beat, “I don’t want her to think that I see her as another client. How can I let her know that?” When he finishes, he starts to have second thoughts about getting that drink.

He rubbed at his tired eyes and then looked at Jin. “I don’t know what it is, hyung. When I’m with her, it’s like, I have this compulsion to make her want me because that’s what I’m used to doing. I wanted to see her again but then she has work and…I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jin’s eyes shift, allowing for Jungkook’s words to sink in before he offers him any advice. “There’s nothing wrong with using a similar approach. It’s all about intent.” He refocuses his gaze on Jungkook. “What do you hope to achieve at the end of this? Do you want a big tip or do you want to be with her?”

“I want to be with her, of course,” Jungkook answers instantaneously.

“Okay, so show her that you want to be with her. Show her that you want her!”

Jungkook sighed. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, though. I want to do this right, hyung.”

Jin threw his head back and laughed heartily. “Oh man—you’ve got it bad, huh?”

He dips his head, smiling sheepishly.

“Tell me, what’s different about her? What made you decide that she was going to be your last?”

He lifted his head to answer Jin. “It was all a matter of timing, really,” giving him a small smile. “I was feeling exhausted from work and starting to question my decisions. My friend convinced me to take a break; take some time to figure things out. Then…YN’s request came in.”

Jin’s brows knitted. “I recall…because I thought that you had deactivated everything.”

Jungkook’s mouth narrowed into a thin line. “I did. Or…at least I thought I did. I switched phones and…I think something got messed up with the syncing or whatever.” He shrugged, thinking about the day that he finally checked his email and saw the notifications.

“When I got the notification, I even thought, ‘Wouldn’t this be funny if I used this as a test run for a real date?’” He smiled crookedly. “I just wanted to see what it was like since…it had been a while for me.”

Jin snorted. “You doknow that our app is for them to find us, not the other way around, right?”

Jungkook laughed. “I realize how ironic that is, hyung. I didn’t know how to put myself out there. So…when I responded to her, I thought I’d start off by giving her my real name. We had the standard talk and…we were in business.”

“And you took her money?” Jin asked incredulously.

“No!” Jungkook answers emphatically. “I never intended on taking it to begin with. I just wanted to make her think that…which was why I didn’t charge her the full price. I was going to return the whole thing anyway in the end,” he mumbles.

Jin arched a curious eyebrow at that, to which Jungkook nodded at his unspoken query. “I paid the commission out of my own pocket, hyung. I told you that the decision to terminate the date was mutual but…” His fingers started fidgeting, “…In reality, she actually terminated the date.”

As in their existing business code, if both parties agree to terminate the date, the app keeps a percentage of the booking as sort of an ‘inconvenience’ fee. However, if the client terminates the date due to unsatisfactory service, they are entitled to a full refund.

“But she wasn’t just a test run. What I didn’t expect was…feeling all of this. For her. I wasn’t sure at first but after the last time I saw her–I think I knew. And now, I’m starting to question everything that I do or say because I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Aish, Jungkookie,” Jin shook his head, chuckling. “I think you’ve lost your touch!”

“What? No!” Jungkook jerks his head back in disbelief, resenting Jin’s comment. Not to be cocky but at one point, he was the app’s top earner. “I may have been off for a few months but…I’ve done this for a few years! I hardly think that I’m going through this use-it-or-lose-it situation,” he argued.

Humor and teasing danced in Jin’s eyes. “Bro, you’ve been off for close to a year. That’s hardly a few months. And…I’m not making fun of you or anything. I knew that when you decided to give it up that you had gotten all that you could out of this gig. It doesn’t serve you anymore and I get that so–I was surprised when you told me that you wanted to go for it one last time. I figured, maybe you needed some closure since your last client before this…really affected you.”

When Jungkook got into the business, Jin made it clear to him that he wasn’t locked into any sort of employee contract. None of the other escorts were. As long as they were respectful to clients and turned in a small percentage of their earnings, they were free to come and go as they pleased.

Jin leaned backward, feet propped on the bar stool’s rungs.

“I’ve always said that our business is built on the client’s wish fulfillment.” His expression turns serious. “But…I’m sensing that you have your own wishes that you want fulfilled, too. And something is holding you back. What is it?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to verbalize it. If he did, it would make it more real.

“Is it because you’re afraid of rejection?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted back to his hyung. Whatever instincts he had, he learned to hone them under Jin’s guidance. And right now, Jin was reading him like a book. Rejection was a rare feeling for Jungkook. Being an escort boosted his confidence–it helped him get through those first years of med school. And getting accepted into his first choice for his residency? That did wonders for his ego.

When it came to YN–it was a different ballgame. This wasn’t a controlled environment. There weren’t any set expectations and there were a lot of outside factors that could come into play.

“Ya! Come on! I thought I raised you to be more confident than this!” Jin jokingly scolds him.

Jungkook laughs, his nose crinkling.

“Okay, on a more serious note, I know that your situation with this woman has changed. But what have I always taught you whenever you have your first encounter with the client?”

Jungkook sighed as if repeating a mantra that he had carried with him through the years. “Ask them about the nature of their request, then be honest and explicit about what’s possible and what the escort’s limitations are.”

“Precisely. Tell me that doesn’t apply to your current problem.”

Jin took another sip of his wine and set his glass down on the bar’s surface. “If you want her, tell her and show her that you want her. There’s nothing wrong with that! The worst thing about this isn’t the fear of rejection–it’s not knowing. Ignorance isn’t always blissful.”

Although he’d already had half a bottle of wine at this point, he couldn’t be soberer while trying to get his point across. “And just like what we say in our business, if neither party isn’t forthright about what they want out of the experience, this won’t be a successful partnership. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair. It was a mix of exhaustion and a stark realization. He needed to get over his fear. It was that same feeling that he had before that first cut with a 10-blade. He just had to go for it.

“If you fulfill her needs, then–you get what you need, too.”

“What’s that, hyung?”

Jin gave him a knowing smile. “Her, of course.”

******

It’s been a few days since your last outing with Jungkook. You continued to call and text each other to check-in. Work has been a steady distraction and you were immensely grateful for it. You were afraid to admit that you were missing him a lot.

“So–no word on date number three yet?”

“His job is not a regular nine-to-five,” you tell Cristina. She furrows her brows as she distractedly sips on her glass of wine.

“Okay. Have either of you brought up the topic of dating exclusively?”

You clicked your teeth. “Honestlyyy…” you dragged out, “We haven’t exactly labeled it or said the exact words. But, based on all of our conversations, it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing anyone else.” You reach over the charcuterie board for some chocolate-covered almonds that she had just refilled since they were the first to go.

After some thought, her question began to worry you a little. “But do you think that’s bad? That we haven’t defined whatever this is?”

Cristina twisted her lips sideways and thought for a few seconds. “I don’t think so. You’ve only been out on a couple dates. As long as you’re telling him what you want, how you feel and he does the same–” she lifted a shoulder, “You shouldn’t worry about anything,” she mumbled while chewing on a cracker that had some brie on it.

She let out a sigh to offer another perspective, out of curiosity. “Do you ever think that he’s the type who gets everything he wants easily? I haven’t met the guy but I get the feeling that he’s used to bringing women to their knees. I mean, you guys did sleep together on what, the third or fourth day of your fake-date?”

Then she cleared her throat, suddenly remembering her own ‘boyfriend experience’. “Hmm…but then again, I suppose that’s relatively slow since my guy and I got down the first night.”

You grimaced. “I don’t want to think about it that way, Cris. So far, he hasn’t given me that impression. He’s talked about struggling through med school and even now, while he’s doing his residency. I mean…if he wanted things to just drop on his lap then he would have stuck to being an escort.”

You didn’t mean to come off defensive but you knew in your heart that Jungkook was different. He might have gotten things easily at some point in his life but based on what he’s told you before, there were also parts of his life that were far from easy.

She rested a hand on yours and gave you a compassionate look. “Babe, please don’t take my questions the wrong way. I love all this for you. Shit, I’m very happy that you’re finally putting yourself out there again after everything,” she sighed, “I love you and I’m only looking out for you.”

Cristina’s concerns were warranted. She’s seen through your post-Haru phase almost in its entirety. Although she was the last person to tell you what to do with your life, she would be the first to call ‘bullshit’ once she got a whiff of it.

You squeezed her hand in return. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate you. I’ll admit, I do feel a bit of pressure to keep things going but, I can’t control his schedule and I have my own life to keep up.”

In therapy, you’d learned to let go of things that were out of your control. It helped ease your anxiety on some days.

“I mean–if he’s not pressed, then you should just let the relationship grow naturally. You guys are vibing and communication seems to be steady so…”

You hummed.

“Do you like him?” She asks you outright.

“I do,” you answer softly. “I just think that my problem is, I have expectations. I can’t…help them.” You dismiss your thoughts and tilt your glass up to down the rest of your drink. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just rushing the process.”

You stare at the empty glass for a bit, wondering if you wanted to pour yourself another.

“Is it because you guys just fell so quickly for each other back when you were faking it that–it feels weird for you that you’re both taking it slow now that you’re back in the real world?”

“I’m not opposed to taking it slow. I mean, we kissed last time we saw each other.” You also couldn’t help but mentally kick yourself for not inviting him back to your place for a nightcap…or, at least to dry off the rest of his clothes. You sighed, finally grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another glass.

“Are you sure you weren’t just into the whole idea of him being an escort? You know–like a fetish?”

You almost choke on your drink, widening your eyes at her. “Oh my god, no! No, that’s not what it is,” you say vehemently. “Just like your guy, we also had some deep, personal conversations. Even though I brought him there as a ruse, those conversations were real to me. I’ve never…” you blinked slowly, “I’ve never really talked to anyone about my real dad. Not even Haru.”

Cristina winces at the sound of he-who-shall-not-be-named but she knew that opening up about your dad was a huge deal for you. Not to mention the years of therapy that got you to that point.

“He’s had an idea of my insecurities and…all of these other things that make me question myself.” You paused, trying to come to some sort of conclusion. ”Even though whatever this is isn’t quite defined, the way I feel about him is clear.”

She stared at you pensively while you awaited her response. “I think that you two should really sit down and talk this through. If you would like to get into a relationship with him, then I think that you should tell him just that–exactly what you’re telling me. That’s your language. You need words of affirmation. You need to hear it said out loud because it helps you move along.”

You move your glass in small, circular motions and absently watch the liquid swirl in it.

“Maybe his language is more action-based…or physical.” You thought back to when you and Jungkook were together. He was awfully touchy then and he was also happy to do things for you. You remembered how happy he was when you ordered coffee to be brought up to the room at one point.

“It sounds like you’re somewhat on the same page, though.”

With that, you take a huge gulp of wine. You never thought of it that way but it made sense. You had to make a move. Enough of this waiting around to find out.

******

After your talk with Cristina, you thought about how you’d give Jungkook that little nudge to hint that you were serious about him and wanted to take things further. Apart from texting back and forth about your days, you hadn’t really said anything explicitly indicating that you felt a little more what you were letting on on the surface.

You sighed and picked up your phone. You thought about his most recent message this afternoon. He mentioned that he was on-call tonight. Normally, if he was on-call and it was a relatively slow night, you would text back and forth or talk on the phone until you had to tell him that you had to sign off for the evening.

Since he hadn’t texted you since this afternoon, you figured it might have been a busy night.

As your finger hovered on the keypad, you thought about what you could say that meant a little more than, ‘how’s your night going?’ You started typing.

[You] (11:15PM): I miss you.

And you meant it. After sending, you sink into your covers in your sleep clothes. They weren’t your usual silky pajama set but it’s been your standby since getting back from your trip–a pair of boyshorts underneath an oversized t-shirt that didn’t belong to you. You happened to discover it mixed in with the rest of your laundry that you brought back.

It’s gone through a few washes since then but you could swear that traces of him still lingered in it. You shut off your nightlight and close your eyes. You weren’t expecting a response from him until the next morning.

******

And then your phone rings. You blindly feel for it on your nightstand and hold it up to check the caller ID. It was Jungkook. You barely register that it was just past 2AM.

“Hi,” you croaked out.

“Hey. Sorry I woke you.”

“It’s…alright,” you say drowsily. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Tonight’s been crazy–and then I realized it was a full moon.”

You chuckled softly. “Are you done for the night?”

“Not yet but, I just finally got my break.”

“And you thought about giving me a call?”

He laughs softly on the other end. “Well…this might be surprising to you but I was actually thinking about you right before I saw your text.”

“Y-you were?”

“Yeah. I think about you a lot, you know.”

You smile languidly into the phone and stretch out on your bed. “Do you now?”

“Uh huh. I especially think a lot about that time you tied my tie.” His voice was lower now, raspier.

You stilled, gasping softly. “Uh huh…” you say in anticipation.

“And then…I bent you over that dresser. Remember that?”

You inhaled sharply. You were wide awake now. “Y-yes.”

He hummed in pleasure. “I’m not usually one for quickies but that’s always going to be at the top of my list.”

You bit your lip. “It was good,” you say. Before you continue, you vaguely remember that he was still at work but it sounded eerily quiet on the other end. “Where are you? In a supply closet or something?”

“In the on-call room,” he laughed. “It’s just me. I’m supposed to be sleeping but…I couldn’t get my mind off you.”

“So you decided to call me at two in the morning to tell me that you were thinking about the time that you bent me over a dresser?” Your tone was teasing.

“Well…it wasn’t just that.”

“Oh, did you have other thoughts?”

“I have plenty of thoughts…especially when it comes to you.”

The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. You involuntarily press your thighs together.

“Shall I tell you about some of them?”

“Mm hmm.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, please tell me.”

“I think about kissing your lips, my mouth moving down to your neck.”

You swallowed audibly. “…on your chest. Sucking on your tits.”

Your free hand moves of its own volition and slides down past your waistband to cup your mound.

“Dragging my lips down your stomach…Me spreading your legs and kissing your inner thighs.”

“Hmm.”

“Can you imagine feeling me there now?”

Your fingers slip between your moistening folds, rubbing while his words drip like honey on the other line. “Hmm…yes, but it’s not the same.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“You feel much better.”

“Mm…I’m sorry. I guess this will have to do for now, huh?”

“I’m not mad at it.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Mm…your head between my legs.”

“Yes…”

“And your tongue…slowly licking.” You stroke your clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. You hear soft, rustling sounds in the background but it doesn’t distract you.

He groaned softly. “I miss the way you taste.”

“Yeah?” You gasped out.

“Mm hmm… As much as I miss the way you feel. Always so wet for me.”

“Hmm yes…” you mewled as you dipped a finger into your cunt.

“Tell me how wet you are now?”

“Hmm…I’m soaked.”

“Shit. What I wouldn’t give just to get the fuck out here in my car and fly over to your place now.”

“But you can’t, though.” You pouted, knowing he’d get in trouble if he didn’t finish his shift.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I know.”

“Even then, you shouldn’t leave me hanging either.” Your fingers continued to rub circles on your clit.

His deep, sexy laugh made your skin tingle. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d lick every last drop off you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now. I wish you’d wrap your lips around my cock.”

The thought of his cock in you again sent another charge of electricity through your body. “Mm…I miss your cock. I loved it when it filled me.”

“That’s because you have a greedy cunt.”

Normally, you’d gasp when a man spoke so bluntly like that. Instead, it just made you wetter and hungrier for him.

“Hmm…I do but I know you love it when it milks you dry.”

At that point, you switch your phone to speaker mode and set it on the pillow, right by your ear. You pulled your sleep-shirt above your chest, the cold air making your nipples ache with need. You pinched and pulled on one with one hand while the other continued massaging wider, rhythmic circles on your clit.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to be inside you again.” His breathing matched yours, heavy and stuttered. Every part of your body, tightening as you feel your orgasm cresting.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum,” you whisper harshly.

“That’s a good girl. I wanna hear you scream my name, baby…”

And just like that, your torso arches away from your mattress, cumming with a low, tortured cry, groaning his name while your walls pulsed from arousal.

He wasn’t far behind when you heard his muffled, drawn-out growls on the other line.

You listened to each other’s ragged breathing for a few seconds when he let out a chuckle. “Shit, give me a couple seconds.” You hear the distant rustling again. You figured he was scrambling to clean himself up before anyone walked in on him. You took the opportunity to wash up as well.

A minute later, he returns. “Sorry–I…don’t know what came over me.” It made you laugh. “Riiight,” you dragged out teasingly while you walked back towards your bed.

His husky laugh tickled your ears. “Uhm…listen, I know it’s super late, and in all seriousness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how things have been going between us. I know we haven’t synced up our schedules and I want to make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say gently while you sink into your bed.

He hummed. “Yeah, but—I really want this to work. So I’ve decided to make that time so we can see each other again.”

Your heart fluttered while you shifted under the sheets, your interest piqued at what he had planned.

“Have you been to L’Atelier?” He asks.

It was a swanky, modern French bistro in the city and was notoriously difficult to get reservations at.

“N-no, I have not.”

“Good. Because I’m taking you there this weekend,” he says simply. It wasn’t a question, he had just decided for you.

“Uhm—are you…sure? I thought you told me that you were scheduled to work this weekend?”

“Yes, but I found somebody who can cover me so I just traded with them,” he says casually as if it was a non-issue.

“So, whatever you have planned, clear them, because I’m taking you on a date. And a really good one, I might add,” he says confidently. “You could also say that it would feel like a trip down memory lane.”

Your jaw falls open slightly, your brain wanting to argue but you’re speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll pick you up at 6 from your place. Wear something nice, okay?”

“Uh…o-okay,” you stammered. This reminded you of when you first met on the plane, when he told you to take a seat, or when he silenced your protests by just uttering your name.

“Good. I can’t wait! Now, I think that orgasm will actually put me to sleep for a few minutes,” he laughs.

“Right, right. I’ll let you go then. Get some rest,” you say to him.

“Good night…or, should I say, good morning?”

You giggled. “Good night, Jungkook.” As you settle back under the covers, you smile contently as traces of whatever worries you had during your conversation with Cristina slowly fade.

******

You groaned, looking at the mirror and turning from one angle to another. He said to ‘dress nice.’ You didn’t have a shortage of nice clothing but Cristina, ever the enabler insisted that you go on a quick shopping trip.

She vetoed each one of your picks–too mumsy, old-fashioned, ‘Babe, you look like you’re taking him to church or something,’ she remarked at one point. ‘Unless your whole goal is to get him on his knees?’

You roll your eyes at the memory. After several fittings, this is what you ended up with–a sapphire-hued bandage dress with a split back at the hem, and lace paneling in front. It was practically lingerie trying to pass off as a dress.

At first, you told her that you didn’t want to come off looking too thirsty–even though let’s be honest, you were.

You text her a selfie once you had your hair and makeup part way done.

[Cris] (5:25PM): Sesssyyyy mama!!! I’d be shocked if he didn’t start begging at the door.

You had to hand it to her, she was pretty confident. Your phone buzzes again with a follow-up text from her.

[Cris] (5:26PM): Hell, I’d do you! 😛

You cackle at her last text before continuing to fuss with your hair and makeup.

At 5:30, on the dot, you hear a knock on your door. You took one last look–smoothed your hair and checked your teeth for any lipstick stains–there were none, thankfully. With an audible exhale, you walked to your front door to greet your date.

“Hey–” Your brain instantly comes to a screeching halt when you open the door.

There he was…dressed in that fucking devil suit. Standing there, all sexy and delicious like it was nobody’s business.

“Shi…wow. You look…mm,” he pursed his lips, raking you in from bottom to top. It was the same look he gave you the day of the bachelor and bachelorette party.

Flashes of your recent naughty phone call came to mind and you were pretty sure he had the same thoughts.

He stepped forward and leaned in to give you a lingering but surprisingly chaste kiss. You had to applaud his self-control because it was clearly a losing battle for you.

“Sorry, I forgot to give you a warning,” you murmured against his mouth. Your tone was teasing when you opened the door wider to invite him in. If he can rock a devil suit, so could you.

He jerked his head sideways quickly then chuckled. “I deserve that. Ready to go soon? I have us down for 6PM but with traffic and all, I’d rather get there early. We can always hang out by the lounge.”

“Sounds good. I just need to grab a couple things to put in my purse then we can go.”

“Sure.”

He looks around your living room while you scurry back into your bedroom to grab a couple of mints, your lipstick, and a compact.

When you walk back out, you find him staring at a few of the photos you had on your hallway table console. He turns when he hears your heels clacking on the floor as you approach him.

“You were a cute kid,” he smiled as he held up a frame of you, Taehyung, Jimin, and Mindi during one summer camping trip.

You smiled warmly. “Thanks. That’s one of my favorite memories.” You look longingly at the photo as well.

“Will you tell me all about it at some point?” He asks hopefully.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to,” you say to him endearingly. “Ready?” With a nod, you grab your jacket before you head downstairs to his car and drive down to the restaurant.

******

By the time you pulled up to L’Atelier, you saw that it had a healthy crowd out front. He slid out of the driver seat and handed his keys to the valet attendant and rounded the front of his car to open the door for you.

You mouthed your thanks and walked hand-in-hand up to check in with the host, who immediately recognized him.

“Is hyung here tonight? He just told me that he’d have a table set aside for me but I wanted to say ‘hi’ and thank him in person.”

“I think I saw him hanging out in the back office earlier this afternoon but I’ll ask a manager to check in,” the host replies. “May I have your phone number so that we can text you when your table is all set?”

Jungkook dictates his number to the host, who keys it into their tablet. “Thanks. We’ll be at the bar whenever the table is ready.”

“Thank you, sir. It shouldn’t take too long.”

With your hands still linked, he guides you toward the equally luxurious cocktail lounge. The walls were a mixture of dark wood and a dark, hunter-green, almost black wallpaper. The ceiling was covered in an ornate, metallic sort of material giving the space an industrial and hedonistic look and feel, which was only softened by the dainty, white floral print on the walls.

The back of the bar was lit with warm lighting, enhancing the different types of liquor that they carried. There was plush seating around the bar and against the walls. Their upholstery complemented the same lush green and dark, woodsy color palette.

The weekend crowd was lively and you were lucky to find some vacant seating right by the wall.

“Glass of rosé still good for you or do you want something else?” You smiled and nodded, “Rosé is fine,” you replied, somewhat surprised that he still remembered.

“Do you have a preference?” You shrugged, “La Crema, if they have it. Otherwise, I’m fine with whatever.” With a nod, he walks away and approaches the bar. He motions at the bartender to place your drink orders while you settle in.

As busy as the bar looked, the drinks came quickly. He was about to hand his credit card over but the bartender held up his hand. You could have sworn he mouthed ‘on the house.’ He must be really tight with the owner, you thought. Jungkook smiled, thanked him, and left a tip before he walked over to you.

When he hands you your glass, you hold it up to your nose and take a whiff. It smelled fruitier than what you were used to. He sidles up next to you on the couch before raising his glass to you, silently proposing a toast. You clink your glasses and take a sip. You let out a hum of appreciation and held up the glass against the light.

“The guy said it’s Château Miraval…in case you liked it.”

You chuckled. “I’m usually skeptical about celebrity-hawked alcohol but–I might actually order a case of this,” you say before taking another sip.

He beams, happy that you were pleased.

“You know you didn’t have to do all this,” you say after you both take a sip.

“I know. But I wanted to…for you.” He looked at you intently.

You sensed some hesitation on his part before he decided to switch gears. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought that taking our time would help build that trust again. I also didn’t want you to think that I was hovering or anything. I didn’t want you to get tired of me–which is the opposite of what I hoped to achieve.”

He shifted in his seat and set his glass down on the tabletop. He leans in to reach for your hand. “I like you. And I want to spend every free moment that I have with you if I could. I’m not saying it to scare you but that’s how I feel.” He paused, chewing at his bottom lip.

You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your lips pursed.

“I also understand that everyone operates at different speeds. So–however slow or whatever pace you want to take this, I’ll match it. I just didn’t want to go on without telling you how I felt.” He let out a soft sigh as if feeling some weight lifted off him.

You offered him a warm smile, squeezing his hand in return. “I really appreciate that, Jungkook. I want you to know that I’ve also been holding back because I also didn’t want to come off as a stage-five clinger,” you chuckled nervously.

“But—I’m not apprehensive about you. I don’t want you doubting my feelings for you either because–I like you, too,” you chuckled. “And I mean…really like you–which is why I was trying to be cautious.” You scoot in closer, closing the gap between you. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

He shook his head adamantly, brushing away wispy strands from your temple. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Your eyes flick downward for a moment and swallow hard before you make eye contact with him again. “What I feel for you is…so intense that it kind of scares me.”

Worry washed over his face. “Why would that scare you?”

After a beat of hesitation, you decided to come out with it. “Because it also means that it could hurt a lot more.” You whispered, worried at your admission.

His breath catches for a second before he pulls you tightly to his chest. You feel him sigh into your hair. “I would never.”

You pulled back, feeling slightly panicked. “I want you to know that it’s not because I’m comparing you to anybody. I know that you’re different,” you say in a rush. “But sometimes, I just can’t help it.”

You have lingering traces from the past. Even though Haru was long-gone and you were excited about a new relationship in your life, you didn’t want to jinx anything. Things were going well…too well, in fact. You were in a long-term relationship for a while, almost leading to a marriage before all that was ripped from underneath you.

Your experience with Jungkook was quick. The attraction was instantaneous. And although this was the complete opposite of the slow and steady buildup that you had with Haru a long time ago, the stakes were just as high.

Unfortunately, society equates the length of a relationship with the quality of it. Your fears were understandably warranted.

“I just want this to work so badly.”

“I do, too.” He says. “And believe it or not–I’m also scared–probably more than you,” he chuckled wryly. “I’ve been so used to going about dating one way that this is pretty much uncharted territory for me.”

For somebody who seemed to exude confidence and swagger, that came as a shock to you. You didn’t want to think of the other women he’s encountered. Otherwise, you’d fall into a rabbit hole and never find your way back. But you could feel his sincerity…it was the same, calming feeling that you had during your quiet talks at the beach.

“Remember what I said last time–about things being easier when we were back at the beach?”

He nodded softly, prompting you to continue.

You looked him in the eye to get your point across. “I want to make it clear that I didn’t mean that I preferred that experience or that version of you. You know, I see you in this suit and you’re talking about taking a trip down memory lane…”

Worry marred his beautiful face again. Had he made a terrible miscalculation? “I…just assumed maybe you wanted that guy instead.”

You shook your head gently. “I didn’t fall for this,” You gestured at his suit–even though he looked hot as fuck in it. “I fell for the guy who…said he was sensitive to smells; is a self-confessed dork; the one who calmed me down when I was anxious; the one whom I had all of those honest conversations with. I’m not some woman who needs their fantasy fulfilled. I just want you. The real you.”

“I’m real now,” he utters.

You smiled at him. “Can we just–be ‘us’ again? Just…chill and easygoing? I don’t need 'sexy, smoldering Jungkook'.” He threw his head back and laughed out loud while you tried to stifle your own laughs. “Listen–from this point on, can we just, I don’t know, speak freely? Say what we mean and mean what we say?”

He gave a cursory nod, then smiled broadly at you. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “So you think I’m sexy?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove on his chest while he laughed. Afterward, he lifts your hand, turns it over, and kisses your wrist.

“Okay, okay. But seriously–yes, from now on, we’ll be open to each other.”

Just then, his phone buzzes with a notification from the host, letting you know that your table was ready.

As soon as you take your seats, Jungkook’s eyes lift and he abruptly stands again to greet whoever was coming up behind you.

“Hyung,” he beamed. You turned in your seat and followed his gaze until it fell upon an equally attractive man, slightly taller than Jungkook. His hair was brushed back and had intense eyes that felt like they were undressing you with one look. He was also sporting a black suit, with a black, silk button-up shirt, sans tie.

Jungkook clasped hands with him and engaged in that standard backslapping and fist-bumping ritual of close male friends.

Your eyes shifted back and forth between the two men. Was this a devil suit face-off or what? Because…wow.

“Hyung, this is YN. YN, this is Jin.”

The man, whom you gather was the owner that Jungkook spoke of, turns to you.

You extended your hand and Jin brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “Very, very, lovely to meet you.” His voice sounded as silky as his shirt looked. “H-hi,” you managed, seemingly flustered. “Thank you for having us,” you said.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he replies, smiling at you while your hands were still clasped in his.

“Uh…hyung? Do you mind?” Jungkook bristles.

Jin laughed mischievously and released your hand. Jungkook cleared his throat. “Hyung’s been in the game a while so…he finds it hard to stop.”

Your eyes dart back to Jin, widening in realization. Your mouth falls open, stuttering. “Y-you mean–he’s–”

Jin shrugged his broad shoulders casually, answering your unfinished question. “I don’t go shouting it out from the rooftops, but yes,” he says, before flashing you that same look and smile that Jungkook greeted you with the first time that you met him.

You silently wonder if he knew Cristina’s guy…or if this was him.

Jin peels his eyes away from you and turns to Jungkook once more, switching from an intense stare to a more casual one. “Anyway, I wanted to stop by and say ‘hello,’ make sure that you’re getting quality service,” he grinned.

“It’s been great so far, hyung. Thanks for accommodating us.”

“Good. Well, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ve got a couple of meetings–the work never stops, you know?” Jin smiled ruefully before turning to you again. “I hope I’ll get to see more of you?”

“I-I hope so?” You mutter shakily before he takes your hand again to place a soft kiss on it, goading Jungkook.

“Alright, bro,” Jin turned to Jungkook. “We should catch up again soon, yeah? Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

When Jin was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook in curiosity. “You have got to fill me in on what that was all about,” you tell him completely wide-eyed.

He pursed his lips, giving you a look of mock innocence and an almost imperceptible smirk.

After your conversation, it felt as if a cloud had lifted off you. You fell into step with him, perhaps even more synchronically than before.

Just like before, you’d chipped away at each other’s walls, letting each other in again. There would still be some lingering questions, sure–but after your talk, there were considerably fewer.

******

After your date, he drops you off at home. There happened to be an open spot right by your front step—which was a shocker since street parking in your neighborhood was always shitty.

He rounded the corner and opened the door for you—just as he did at the restaurant. You stood on the curb, facing each other.

“Tonight was really fun,” you say to him.

“It was,” he agrees.

“Easily one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to,” you giggled. You were more into cheap eats and only went out to nice places at Cristina’s insistence…and only if she was buying. Otherwise, you’d typically order takeout or cooked at home.

“I can bring you to a fancier one on our next date?” He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you closer.

You cocked your head to the side and squinted one eye. “How ‘bout we mix it up for the next one?”

His brows rose. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking…dinner, at your place?”

“Mm—takeout?”

You laughed. “No, I’ll cook for you! I can bring all of the ingredients.”

His mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Alright…” He sounded doubtful and the look on his face didn’t help him either.

You gasped, slightly offended at his skepticism. “I’ll have you know that I am a good cook!”

“Oh, you are?” His hands now settle on either side of your hips.

“Yes. And I bake, too,” you say confidently. You tilted your chin up and linked your fingers behind his neck.

“Okay…” he says in that low purr that makes your toes curl.

“And I think I have a pretty good idea of what I’ll be making for you.”

“Can you give me a hint?” His face was closer now. You can feel his fingers flexing restlessly on your hips. The pressure and warmth of his touch so close to where you ached for him was a unique brand of torture you were all too happy to subject yourself to.

You bring your face closer, your noses touching. “Hmm…I don’t think so,” you whispered, teasing him in return.

“Will I be able to eat it off you?”

His lips brush yours and you feel his soft breaths against yours. Your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck.

You smirked through his mouth. “That’s the idea.” You nipped at his lower lip. Before you knew it, his mouth took yours. His tongue, tasting you in slow, deep licks.

When you pull away, your teeth sink into your lower lip. That familiar warmth was spreading quickly from your diaphragm, moving straight down between your thighs.

“Would you–” you paused as your heart started to race. “Would you like to come up?“

He stared at you wide-eyed. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of the right thing to say. “Are you...sure?” He asks slowly.

You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not ready for this night to end yet.”

You nervously anticipate his response. He chewed at his bottom lip–looking like he was trying to find reason within himself but surprises you instead. “Me neither,” he finally says after a long beat.

******

He was on you in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your ass, his mouth on you in a feverish, ravenous kiss. He wasted no time, tongue licking into your mouth.

You moaned and gripped his waist, pushing onto your toes to deepen the contact. He lifted you, urged your legs around his waist and moved towards the couch. The hem of your skirt hiking up past your thighs in the most indecent way.

He was hard and pressing against your core, urging you to grind into him. You were at the point of no return. The same position you put him in, that first night you slept together. When you held him at the precipice until he practically begged to fuck you.

“God, I want you so bad right now,” you moaned, your hands stroking down his chest.

He pulls away from you briefly, arching an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

You were dizzy with lust at the sound of his challenge. The whole night was a lead-up to this moment. Taking his hand, you slid it between you two, lifting your hips slightly to guide it to your wet center.

“For me?”

You nodded and moved your panties to the side so he could have better access. He cupped your slick heat in his hand. His fingers parted you, stroking over your clit, before pushing two digits inside. You continued to grind your hips, aching to feel his cock sink into your tightness, knowing how amazing it would feel–and he craved the constriction.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to pull him out. You cupped his hefty cock in your palm and stroked, making him groan and curse under his breath. He pauses his assault on your clit to retrieve a condom from his back pocket.

He hands it to you and after taking it, you rip the package with your teeth. Once he was sheathed, you reached back, yanking at the hem of your dress, attempting to pull it up further past your waist. You both giggle when you hear it rip at the seams, but you didn’t give a fuck. Lifting your hips, you hooked a finger under your thong and pulled it aside.

Hovering above him, you stared into his eyes and kissed him briefly. “I trust you,” you whispered to him. With a nod of his chin, you sank on your hips down his length. Your mouths fall open almost at the same time until he bottoms out. You sat still for a few seconds, relishing the feel of him stretching you.

Slowly, you rocked your hips forward, touching your lips to his at the same time until you were locked into a kiss again.

He broke the kiss to move his arm to arch your back. He quickly slides the straps off your dress, pulls the front down, and lifts your bare breast to his mouth. You moaned when you felt him teasing the hardened point with his tongue.

You surged forward, draping your arms over his shoulders.

Gripping your hips, he supported you, meeting each rhythmic movement of your hips, taking him deeper. You kept your eyes on him as they grew heavy. A rumbling sound filled the space between you.

You clung to the back of the seat and rolled your hips. You could feel him pressing against the deepest part of you. You cried out and ground into him, moving on instinct.

“Yes…yes…fuck…” You gasped, slamming your hips into his, pumping your hips up and down the rigid length of his cock.

Jungkook’s face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. “I’m going to come so hard for you,” he promised darkly.

His head fell back against the seat, his chest heaving, harsh sounds of pleasure scraping from his throat. His hands released you, clenching into fists against the cushions. He let you fuck him the way you wanted to…the way you needed to.

Arching back, you came with a cry, your entire body shaking, your walls grasping, rippling along his cock. Your rhythm faltered, and your vision blackened. An endless moan poured out of you, the relief made your head spin.

Then, your perspective shifted and you were on your back, Jungkook rising over you. He quickly strips his shirt and bottoms off. In your post-orgasmic haze, you hear a distant sound of material ripping. Your thong never stood a chance.

He wraps his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked. You tensed up while completely surrendering to him.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “Your mouth…”

He spread you wide with his shoulders, tonguing you until you felt that familiar buildup within your core again. Your fingers pulled at his hair, goading him while you quivered around his tongue.

“Please…I need you inside,” you whined pathetically, completely lost in mindless pleasure.

He stops, lifting his head, and places wet kisses on your inner thighs before rising.

His arm hooked beneath your knee to lift it to his shoulder, pinning your other thigh down. He props a leg on the floor for leverage and slid himself back into you, thrusting hard again and again, sinking deep.

You writhed underneath him, the feel of him so good.

He kept you pinned, using you as you’d used him. Sweat beaded on his brows, his control out the door and replaced by the need to cum. His body pounded into you, driving his cock into your tender core. Your body quivered with the threat of another orgasm.

“Fuck yes…don’t stop,” you moaned, your nails digging into his flexed biceps.

He growled your name and started cumming, his teeth clenched, hips pressed tight against you. The feel of the rhythmic pulsing of him spilling into you makes your walls contract, setting off another orgasm.

“So good,” he groaned, rocking into the spasms of your core.

You strained together, grasping at each other.

He buried his face in your throat and collapsed on top of you. No other sound, except your ragged breaths, fill the room. Your fingers absentmindedly run through his hair.

Once your pulses steadied, he lifted himself off you. After he discards the condom, he sits down and gingerly pulls you upright, and settles you into the crook of his neck. He lets out a soft, contented sound when you snuggle in.

“That was good,” you tell him, playfully tapping at his chest.

A throaty laugh escapes him. “Thanks, I try.”

You pried yourself from under him and regard him intently.

“Are you still sure that you want to do this with me?”

“Absolutely,” he answers firmly.

“And you won’t regret anything?”

He shook his head and brushed his thumb gently on your brow. “I don’t regret any of the decisions I’ve made in the past. Because, if I hadn’t done all that, it wouldn’t have led me to you.”

Tears stung your eyes.

“As long as you’re okay accepting my past, my present, and everything else that comes with it.”

“I want all of you. And I won’t accept anything less.” You promised him.

“Good,” he says before he kisses your nose.

You convinced him to stay the night. You showered together, surprisingly managing to keep your hands to yourselves.

You got out first, dried off, and got dressed in your bedroom.

When steps out of the bathroom, he stills when sees what you had on.

“I-is that—mine?” He points to his shirt.

You stifle a guilty grin. “I mean…I thought you gave it to me?“

He scoffs. “I let you borrow it after you passed out on me that time.”

It was getting too difficult to keep a straight face while you tried to argue. “Sorry! I…didn’t think you’d miss it. Plus, it’s all worn out so—why would you still want it back?”

He laughs softly, relenting to you. “Fine. You look better in it anyway.”

You smiled triumphantly as you both got under the covers.

You snuggle up to him again, just as you did on the couch. His arm wrapped securely around you.

“By the way, since we’re being open and all—I have to tell you that…I’m not really much of a cuddler,” he says apologetically.

“Actually, neither am I. I get too hot when I sleep,” you admit.

His chest vibrates against your cheek while he laughs.

“But…if it’s okay with you, can you hold onto me just until I fall asleep?”

He sighed into your hair. “I’ll hold onto you for as long as you want me to.”

You lifted your head, looked up at him lovingly, and gave him a soft peck on his lips before you went back into your nook.

Before you drift off, he asks, “So—can I take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

You laughed. “Make it a full breakfast and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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