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KILBY GIRL ˎˊ˗

𝄞 “I overheard that she was nineteen || had a fake ID and a nose ring || those kind of girls tend to know things || better than I do || and I’m trying || to figure out what she’s hiding || she’s playing it cool but she’s lying || better than I do” — The Backseat Lovers

WHO SAYS LITTLE MISS PERFECT CAN’T BE A ROCKSTAR?

TOGE INUMAKI X READER SMAU HYBRID

CW — college/university au, no curses au, possibly offensive humour, cursing, alc/drug mentions, brief angst, warnings will get more specific within the individual chapters

YN MOODBOARD | PLAYLIST

INTROS –

Kurt Cobain Painters | Yuta + the voices in his head

⸝⸝ SET LIST (🌸 for written content)

+ ZERO // cockroach

+ ONE // don’t cry over spilled coffee 🌸

+ TWO // plot loading…

+ THREE // normal person

+ FOUR // run it back 🌸

+ FIVE // secret society

+ SIX // groupies 🌸

+ SEVEN // exclamations and explanations

+ EIGHT // alpha discount 🌸

+ NINE // coolio. 🌸

+ TEN // power off.

+ ELEVEN // suckerpunch

+ TWELVE // like someone in love 🌸

+ THIRTEEN // steal yo girl?

+ FOURTEEN // or something like that

+ EPILOGUE // !!!!! 🌸

STATUS: completed

TAGLIST: closed ! 50/50

a/n — I’d like to apologize to everyone reading this because I don’t fuck with this series like at all I only did this because a moot requested it. Sorta lost motivation so the chapters got shorter as it progressed, hope u don’t mind :)

one more kiss would've been nice (≧ε≦σ)

'YOUR BIGGEST FAN' JJK MEN

summary. lives of the rich and famous with jjk men .ೃ࿐

cw/ tw. fem!reader, rockstar/ celebrity au, bodyguard, groupie, model reader, partial voyeurism, implied sugar baby, kinda free use themes, mild degradation, boss/ employee, praise kink, mild possessive behavior, pet names (ex. sweetie, baby, princess), intended for 18+ readers

featuring. gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, toji

an. kind of obsessed with this idea, so here we are. reblogs are appreciated!

✢ GOJO

He has you splayed out on his lap, balancing you on one of his thick thighs while one of his hands slips beneath the frilly, lace waistband of your panties—he likes seeing you in things that are fine and delicate, something that’s easy to peel to the side—denim shorts dangling around your ankle.

Airy mewls fill the small space of the town car, the driver pointedly keeping his gaze anywhere else where he stands outside. Your hands grapple for purchase onto the leather seats as he works your pussy open on his thick fingers, most likely ruining his designer jeans underneath you. 

But if he notices, he doesn't say anything about it—he can more than likely afford a new pair without blinking twice.

He leans down to bite and lick the little marks he made right above the neckline of his merch hoodie you’re wearing, making your head fall back against his shoulder with a broken moan escaping you.

His dark chuckle tickles the shell of your ear, and you feel his lips form a smile. "You have such a gushy cunt, don’t you?"

You try to answer—unsure if he really wants you to—head a messy mixture of sweet and slippery to hold onto any one thought until he pulls out his wet fingers from your cunt to slap them against your clit. It’s sensitive and already so hot from the number of times he's made you cum.

"Ah, Mr. Gojo, t-too much!" You reach down to push his hand away between your legs, but he's faster, snatching your wrists in a firm grip and holding them against your chest.

He bites your cheek. "Sweetie, be grateful for what I’m giving you. Be a good little stress reliever, okay?"

And he slaps your clit one more time just to feel your thighs tremble around his wrist.

✢ GETO

You’ve never spoken to Geto Suguru, except for receiving a perfunctory ‘nice to meet you’ on your first day as his manager’s intern—backstage a head-throbbing mixture of weed and cigarettes—before he walked out on stage to a crowd of roaring fans. But now, with Shoko leaving temporarily, you’ll be working directly with him. 

It’s just your luck that you develop the worst case of foot-in-mouth stepping onto his tour bus as his new (fill-in) manager.

“I’m actually your biggest fan,” you say or something along those lines—blood rushes to your head too fast for you to remember—it was bound to happen eventually, that’s what you tell yourself whenever Geto’s bigger-than-life presence makes your brain all fuzzy.

You bring a hand to your lips, wondering if it’s really too late to swallow those words, and take your seat at the front of the bus.

The corners of his mouth peel back into a smirk that has your stomach flipping dangerously and then dreadfully—because all he probably sees is nothing more than a silly college student with a crush.

That should have been your warning to take your seat.

“My biggest fan, huh?” He leans against the counter in the kitchenette, looking like every GQ magazine cover you have of him stashed in your closet. “That’s nice.”

In the back of your mind somewhere, you remember the briefing Shoko gave you about ‘not fucking the band,’  but it evaporates with a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, bending you over the cold kitchen counter until your toes barely touch the floor.

Thick fingers shove up your prim pencil skirt to yank the soaked center of your panties to the side, and you jolt at the sound of his deep groan. 

It all feels so surreal—having someone as big and famous as Geto wanting you—until your eyes snap closed at the first slide of him bullying his thick cock inside you, the way it burns and has your thighs shaking in pleasure all at once, tears already pearling along your lashes.

“Geto—”

You gasp when one of his hands sinks into your hair and pulls, forcing your neck into an uncomfortable arch to look up at him. “When I fuck this little pussy, you call me sir. You got that?” he spits out almost meanly.

Your head bobs as much as his tight grip allows. However, he doesn’t give you time to respond because he’s bottoming out, and your hands scrabble against granite from the sheer fullness.

He muffles a groan into your shoulder. “There you go—squeezing me so tight—maybe keeping you around won’t be so bad.”

✢ NANAMI

You walk up to the wide desk in front of Nanami’s door, his receptionist smiling at you—Yuuji, his nameplate says—probably relieved that someone else is there to take whatever mood Nanami’s in today. Perhaps being one of the city’s most eligible bachelors is more stressful than it’s worth.

"Hi," you say. "Is he busy?"

Yuuji shakes his head. "Ah, no, but he's..." 

He peeks over his shoulder toward Nanami's office, where the sound of his voice leaks out under the thick door. At the sound of something clattering, he looks back at you with a wince. "He's been like that all morning, are—are you sure you don't want to come back later?"

"It's okay. I'll handle it.” You give him a sweet smile, feeling his eyes on your back as you disappear behind the office door.

A few minutes later, you find yourself situated on the floor between Nanami's legs, humming around the cock in your mouth and pulling down the thin straps of the dress he bought you the other day, fingers toying with the buttons between your breasts.

"Fuck, baby," he groans when you try to choke him down deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat before pulling back and lapping at the slit.

"Sir, are you still there?" you hear whoever’s voice cut through the phone speaker pressed to his ear.

His fingers fumble for the unmute button. "Yeah."

You giggle—feeling messy and indulgent—when he struggles to keep his voice even, but he's looking down at you with wild eyes, lashes fluttering slightly. Then his fingers are in your hair, curling to grip the strands tight and forcing your head down to cut off your tiny bubbles of amusement.

A muffled moan rushes through your chest, and you press your lips tightly around him as you work him faster and faster, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and onto his black, neatly pressed slacks. Your scalp tingles, and your eyes roll back from the way his fingers tighten in your hair.

His head tilts back, already changing the audio to mute. "Perfect, baby. I love that little mouth."

And the guy on the phone remains none the wiser to what's happening, droning on about numbers and topics you know nothing about.

✢ SUKUNA

You hadn't meant to interrupt your manager while he was in a very important meeting with a brand who wants you on their runway. You'd been bored, couped up in the new penthouse that your modeling career got you with nothing better to do.

Sukuna does everything for you, after all.

Even this—because brats shouldn’t be let off easy—when he thinks you need reminding.

"Look at you, humping my leg like a bitch in heat," he sneers down at you where you're sprawled out across the expensive white couch in your living room, mean fingers roughly tweaking your nipples raw through the flimsy lace of your bra. "Couldn't wait for me to finish, huh? Pathetic.”

A distressed mewl leaves your lips when his hand fits between you to rub your clit. You feel like you've been at this for hours, desperately chasing a release just out of your reach that he refuses to give you.

"Please." Quietly, nearly a whisper. 

Your jeans are an annoying barrier, removing any friction against where his hand is doing little else than teasing you to tears. Hair, damp with sweat, clings to your temples as you writhe underneath him. You paw at the thick bulge in his jeans, hoping he'd just give in and fuck you already.

He scoffs but doesn't push your hand away. "Did I say you could feel up my cock?"

You give him a wobbly pout, shaking your head. "N-no."

"But you're a slut for my cock, aren't you? Can't keep your—fuck—hands off it." 

You don't answer, can't when the feeling of how hot and heavy he is against your palm has all the honey-sweet words sticking to the back of your throat.

His resolve slowly crumbles when you squeeze the head of his length just the way he likes it, his hips needily pressing into your hand with a grunt. "Shit, princess, just like that. Bet you’ve ruined those panties, huh?"

The movement of his hips shoves his thigh a little harder against your cunt, making you squeal and arch up into his firm chest. "Ah, yes!"

He brings the wide pad of his thumb up to your flushed cheeks and wipes away the fresh set of tears collecting along your lash line. "C'mon, baby. Stop your crying and cum, so I can fuck that greedy pussy of yours."

✢ TOJI

As your bodyguard, he thinks he’s doing right by you by teaching you a lesson for being so careless—how else are you ever going to learn—as he kneels between your tied open legs and lands a smack hard enough to one of your thighs to make you squeak. 

Your skin is hot and sore by the time he moves to peel your underwear to the side, and he grins when he finds them soaked through. 

"Little freak," he chuckles darkly. "You like it when I'm rough with you? Maybe you should try sneaking out more often and see what happens."

You shake your head, unable to speak around the cloth tied against your mouth. His eyes glint in the light like he doesn’t believe you, then his name falls from your lips, high and tight and muffled when his fingers pet your clit.

But you know he hears it.

The snarl he lets out has you vibrating down to your core, and you swear it sounds a lot like ‘mine’ when he roughly yanks the gag from your mouth, telling you to say it again before he sucks a bruise into your throat. He slips two fingers inside you to feel how liquid you’ve become until you hear the metal teeth of a zipper, and he’s replacing them with his cock, making you shiver and whine.

“Shh, it’ll fit. Give it a minute.”

You can only whimper at his words as his hips grind into yours. Then his other hand wraps into the back of your silk camisole, and he pulls you onto his cock in quick, hard thrusts. Little sobs drip from your parted lips, squirming beneath him as he fucks you so deep it has your eyes knocking back.

“Toji,” you moan, loud enough that you fear it bounces off the walls.

“Shit,” he huffs, blowing strands of hair from your shoulder. “So she can listen?”

Suddenly, light spills in from under the door, and the sound of two doors opening and closing travels into your bedroom. You whimper, trying to pull away from the fear of being caught, but his hips pressing unforgivingly into yours only manages to push you deeper into the mattress.

He leans over you, voice deep and condescending in your ear: “Better be quiet, or else everyone in the house will find out how you’re being a slut for your bodyguard’s cock.”

Then he’s letting go of your shirt and bringing it down to swipe over your clit that pulses between his fingers, just to make you jump and squeal loudly, and a secret grin splits across his mouth.

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forks and forts - aged up!m. fushiguro x reader

contents: megumi takes care of you

a/n: im in the middle of a five page paper for a class so i wanted to post a lil fluff to help me get my thoughts under control o< -< he honestly might b a lil ooc but i hope u like it n e way

you let out a happy sigh as you sink into the bathtub, nose gently kissing the suds that fill the top layer of the tub. as you gently slide back upwards, you tilt your head to your right, resting your ear on the cold porcelain of the garden tub. megumi stares at you from the bathroom door, his hair pushed up with a silly bear themed headband you’d bought him months ago. he flicks the bathroom light on and you shrink back into the lukewarm bath water, squinting as your eyes adjust. you scrunch your nose as he leans over the bathroom counter and blows out your newly purchased bath and body works candle, sending dainty tendrils of smoke into the air.

“how long are you gonna’ be in here?” megumi looks at his reflection in the mirror and squints, immediately reaching for the container of q-tips to his left.

you sigh as you sit up properly and lean over your knees, you knock your forehead into your legs before turning your head to look at him, your cheek pressed snuggly against your legs still. cold air blows against your wet skin and you shiver in the tub. you watch as megumi brings the q-tips to his cheek and presses them together on a pimple, his brows furrowed in disgust and concentration over his ministrations.

you don’t know what time it is, but you’ve an inkling it’s been over your usual hour–especially after seeing megumi come into the bathroom. he knows to leave you alone when you’ve made yourself cozy in the tub.

“i put your takeout in the oven,” he says, glancing over at you as he tosses the q-tips in the trash and washes his hands. he digs around behind the bathroom mirror for a second before pulling out acne patches and a pair of neon pink tweezers, pressing a patch onto his cheek with a shrug. “i also made a fort in the living room and put on your favorite movie… wanna join me?” he turns to you, his cheeks tinted pink at your hunched over form. he rubs at his nape as he looks at you, and his blue eyes hold admiration; the only time an active shine takes over his pretty blue eyes is when he’s looking at you. your stomach and heart do a flip in tandem and you bite back a smile. you silently thank every god you know for megumi and the way that he cares for you.

you sigh again, this time filled with giddy, child-like love, “yeah, but i need to wash my hair first…”

megumi lets out a huff, and if you hadn’t known him better you would've thought he was annoyed with you, but you know he doesn’t mean it in a mean way. especially when he immediately pads over to you and drops down to his knees next to the tub, “i can do that,” he says somewhat monotonously and you smile at him, fondness overtaking your features and a breathy ‘thank you’ on your lips.

he rolls up his sleeves and dips his hands into the bath, grunting at how cold the water is, before reaching for the bottle of strawberry scented shampoo. you watch as he flips the top open, attempting to squirt a generous amount onto his hand. the bottle makes a sound as he shakes it up and down and squeezes. you giggle at the noise.

“i’ll buy more tomorrow,” megumi says more to himself than to you and closes the bottle, satisfied with the amount squirted out into his open palm.

he sets the empty bottle down next to him to rinse it out and put it in recycling later and sets to work his lithe fingers into your hair, scratching at your scalp. you let out a hum of approval and his face warms again at the little sound.

“thank you, gumi,” you say happily as he dips a hand into the water and stands to grab the shower head.

“yeah, whatever,” he mumbles, bringing the shower head down and turning the water on. he lets you run your fingers under the faucet to approve of the temperature before pulling the little latch. “can you turn around?” he asks and you nod, shifting around in the tub so your back is to the faucet.

the spray of water against your scalp is warm as megumi runs his fingers through your hair, scratching softly against your head as he cleans the suds out of your hair. you close your eyes and hum quietly, opening your eyes briefly when megumi asks that you hold onto the shower head. you agree silently, taking it into your hand while megumi lathers your hair in a generous amount of conditioner. he runs his fingers through your hair, making sure to get all of your hair.

“thank you,” you say again when he finally takes back the shower head. he huffs out a laugh as he rinses the conditioner from your hair, lifting and lowering your hair to get it all out.

by the time he’s finished, the water in the tub is soapier than before and significantly warmer. megumi helps you out of the water, careful to make sure you don’t slip. once he’s assured you’re out of the tub safely, he reaches into the foamy water and pulls the stopper, letting the liquid drain noisily. you’re in awe with the way he moves, so smoothly next to you. he helps you dress after he wipes his soapy hands and forearm and then draws you out to the living room where his fort lays waiting.

“get comfy,” he tells you, watching as you curl up in the pile of pillows and blankets thrown on the floor. the coffee table is pressed against the far wall and megumi reassures you that he’ll put it back once the two of you are done.

megumi leaves for a moment to grab your food for you, you assume, so you look for a movie. you think you’ve seen nearly everything that any streaming service offers but you still look. in the end, megumi is going to pick—always some movie recommended to him by yuuji or gojo. it’s always something good, too.

“you find anything?” megumi asks as he sits down next to you, balancing a to-go box in his arms. you sit up and wrap your blanket around his shoulders, pulling him into you tightly.

“trade me?” you ask, pawing at your food with a blanket-wrapped hand. megumi hands you the container and takes up the tv remote, his dark blue eyes on the tv as he easily navigates to a movie. you hum in delight at the movie he puts on, the sound turning a little sour when the audio blares too loudly. megumi lowers it before you can ask.

you cozy up into megumi even further and open your to-go container, pleased to find that steam emits from the cheap chinese food inside. without having to ask, he’d microwaved your food for you.

“thank you,” you tell him around a mouthful of warm noodles, your eyes trained on him instead of the actors on screen.

megumi looks at you and the admiration comes back. he smiles small and shyly, nearly impossible to see in the dark. “anything for you,” he promises you.

you knock your knee into his under the blankets and he offers his food to you, letting you take a piece of chicken because like he said—he’d do anything for you.

“You look good on camera, baby, let’s go make a film”

contents: 18+, mdni obvi. texting them that you want to make a sex tape hehe. gojo, geto, toji, nanami, choso, sukuna, included. added on mr. lawyer man and an ex-detective.

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“suck it, slide it down your throat. there you go.” 

satoru and suguru made sure that you got your fill out of the relationship, and one of the ways was to fuck you stupid at the same time, even if you couldn’t handle it. they wanted to make sure you were slutted out for them and then only, so if you attempted to be with someone else they couldn’t have you at your full potential. 

life is crazy, it gets filled with different sayings and metaphors, but one that stuff with you throughout your life was that one was better than two, trying to make others feel good about what they had, well they were wrong. 

two was certainly better than one. 

having one dick slide down your throat and hitting you repeatedly as cum was sliding against the roof of your mouth, and having another one poke your sweet spot repeatedly while you tried to whine, was definitely better than having one. 

once satoru and suguru showed you what it felt like to be greedy and having two dicks in your body repeatedly, you couldn’t get enough even if you tried. you couldn’t have one without the other, one of them had to be thrusting into your mouth, they had you trained. 

down to your every touch, they knew it; they knew everything. how to get you to curl under their touch and buck at the knees when they got their cocks out, already assuming position beneath them. 

threeomes were never fun for you. they got messy; it was too much work, and the obvious favoritism turned you off, until your boyfriends waddled in your life. it never felt like threesomes with them; everyone was being used in a way that was enjoyable and pleasurable; it felt so fucking good to the point you wanted to get fucked more. 

you wanted satoru’s dick to be pushed deep inside of you so that your eyes were watering, and for suguru to have his dick so far down your throat that you couldn’t comprehend what was actually happening to you. they made sure to make this happen so that they could see that sexy, fucked-out, dissociated look in your eye. 

“hold out your tongue for me baby… just like that.” cooing as he slides his thumb over your tongue and slaps his dick on it a couple of times before face fucking you. all they wanted was for you to feel good and make a mess out of you, they accomplished it because of how horny you got.

once you felt the syncing of his dick pushing into your throat and satoru’s dick curving deep inside of you and his hands slapping your ass, you never wanted them to stop. you wanted them to keep going until you had cum leaking out both ends of you, their nasty remarks as you slobber all over sugurus dick and squirt on satoru’s.

they knew how to work together to make you cum so that your head was spinning and cum was dripping out the side of your mouth and out of your pussy. they couldn’t hold back when they were fucking you together; they always had to be touched, but you didn’t mind; if anything, you needed them to go harder. 

they controlled what pleasure was surging through your body, what was pumping throughout your mouth and pussy. clenching around them as the pleasure exploded every which way. 

satoru and suguru loved the way you would react to their touches, react to the way they uttered nasty things under their breath and spouted even nastier shit to have you fold under. 

Hiiiii I love all your writing sooo much !!!!!!!!! Pls can you do No.26 with Yuta I am so obsessed with him rn..... the brainrot is too much

i'm obsessed w/ jealous kisses in party settings 26: Jealous Kiss **aged up characters!!** **cw: yuuta calls you a slut but it's in a hot way. also it's not full smut but this is smutty asf. i got quite carried away. this shit is delicious. ___

yuuta is so friendly. it was something that had attracted you to him when you first met, the way he'd gotten you both lost in conversation like you'd been old friends, how polite he was, you were drawn to him right away.

but you're realizing now that you were not the only recipient of this kindness.

"you're gonna break that cup"

you jolt from your frozen stupor, turning to look at yuuji, before looking down at the red plastic cup in your hands. it crinkled in your grip, parts of it jutting out at sharp angles that could snap the plastic if you kept it in the vice of your hand.

"oh" you mumble to yourself, relaxing your grip, before throwing back the drink and swallowing the bitter alcohol hard.

yuuji's eyes widened in astonishment at your bold displeasure. he'd come over to you because you were hanging out by yourself, and this was a party, so he thought he'd come keep you company. but as soon as he was within a few feet of you, he could practically feel rage emanating off of you in thick waves.

"you uh... you okay?" he asked as your jaw locked up, your teeth gritting together roughly.

you turned towards the pink haired boy again, your features brightening as you gave him a pleasant smile along with your attention. but the smile didn't reach your eyes. they remained hard, an anger buried in them that yuuji didn't understand but was frightened by.

"course i am," you say, your tone as chipper as your fraudulent smile. "it's a party"

you take another swig of your drink, yuuji's eyes following the jerky movement with concern.

"you just seem, uh, a little upset," he says, raising a hand to the back of his neck nervously. "did something hap-"

"you wanna dance with me?" you ask him suddenly, before he can finish his question.

he blinks, eyes wide in surprise, but yuuji's a good friend, and he supposes his intentions when he came over to you had been to make sure you were having a good time, so he nods back at you with a smile.

not needing more confirmation than that, you grab him by the hand and drag him into the living room where the music is the loudest.

coincidentally, you strut right past yuuta and whoever the chick was that he was talking to. you don't pay him any attention as you brush right past him, towing yuuji behind you, right on display.

you do, however, feel his eyes follow you as you walk off. they burn into the back of your head, but the sensation fades away quickly. you assume the glare is being targeted at your new dance partner, now.

yuuji's fun to dance with. you're kind of surprised when it turns out he actually has a sense of rhythym, and he also seems to know all the songs blasting through the speakers, singing along with glee while he twirls you under his arm and spins you around.

you've never really let loose like this, but your jealousy had mixed beautifully with the alcohol in your system and dancing seemed to be just what your body needed.

your hands run up your body, into your hair, throwing it to the top of your head before letting it fall as the beat you're feeling yourself to drops, and you even find yourself singing along with yuuji.

and poor yuuji, he thinks he's doing you a service with his company. he'd just thought you were bored at a party, and as a good friend was happy to dance with you if that's how you wanted to enjoy your time. he has no idea that when you press the front of your body into his and throw your arms around his neck that you're pretty much putting a mark on him. he thinks you're enjoying yourself! he thinks you're feeling the wonderful music of shakira as you grin up at him and roll your hips from side to side.

sure maybe he should have found the sensual move a little out of character for you, but it's shakira! and he can't argue that hips don't lie is a beat you just have to roll your body in tune with. so sure, he's matching your movements with his hands on your waist.

but his intentions are nothing but respectful! and honestly, yuuji's having genuine fun with you. he's never seen you so carefree before, you were always the reserved upperclassman he'd honestly been a little afraid of when he first met you. like maki, there was a confidence about you that told him you could be a force to be reckoned with. so to him, he was happy to get to know you better.

unbeknownst to him, yuuta was across the room with something buzzing through his bloodstream that he could only describe as violent. he didn't know yuuji all that well yet, but he didn't feel like he needed to know more than what he was seeing right now.

and right now, his girl was grinding her hips against yuuji's, while her hands carded through his undercut and then into the longer strands of pink hair.

when this little performance first began, yuuta tried to pay it no mind, and continue the conversation he'd been having with a girl from the kyoto school, but eventually his attention just couldn't be torn away from you, and he had to apologize to her before she walked off to the kitchen for another drink.

he'd remained glued to his spot at the wall with the other non-dancers and people trying to mingle, watching your every move as you danced with yuuji like you thought that was okay.

yuuta's not a possessive person- of course not! you weren't exactly his, perse, but he knew you had to admit that the lingering touches and longing eye contact had meant something. he knew that you knew there was something more than friendship between you- and now here you were twirling yourself under yuuji's arm, and pressing your back to his chest.

his last straw should've snapped long before now, but the slow drag of your hips, and ass, against yuuji was just far too much, and yuuta's moving before he can think through what he's even going to do when he gets to you both.

you turn again, throwing your head back as you belt out your favorite line of the song, and you miss the way yuuji's face is flushed from just how loose you'd let yourself become, because over his shoulder you see the holder of the attention you really craved coming towards you in fast strides.

your eyes meet over yuuji's shoulder, and you slither your hand across the back of yuuji's shoulder blades just because yuuta's clearly watching you now, before you turn your focus back to your dance partner.

you give him a wide grin, taking note of his pink cheeks and nervous smile.

"thanks for dancing with me," you say, still rolling your hips to the beat. "but i'm parched, so i'm gonna go"

yuuji nods back at you, and you stand on the tips of your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek before heading off through the crowd. your eyes lock on yuuta's from across the room before you're heading for the stairs. he picks up his pace to follow you before you can escape from his sights.

the boy you left is standing still on the dance floor, completely lost by what had just happened, but hey, he wasn't complaining.

"you know you're gonna die, right?"

he jolts as he turns around, seeing maki behind him, nobara giggling under her arm.

"w-what?"

"yuuta's going to kiiil youuu~" nobara drunkenly sing-songs, sending maki into a fit of giggles too.

meanwhile, once you're upstairs, you're pushing into the first open door you can, finding yourself in the bathroom. you barely had time to catch your breath from your eager dancing before the door is swinging open again. not to your surprise, yuuta's entering the bathroom, too.

"yuuta!" you gasp in a mock-scolding tone, although a smirk of intrigue curls on your lips. "i could have been peeing!"

the door's shutting behind him with a swift kick of his foot and the loud slam make you jump a bit. however the slam of the door is nothing compared to your surprise when yuuta's towering over you, grabbing you by the waist in a fast, rough movement. your breath hitches in your throat, which is what makes you squeak when he's pressing you back against the sink's counter.

"what the hell was that?" he mutters in your face, and he's practically glowering down at you, but it's making you weak in the knees.

he's so close to you that your senses are flooded by him, the smell of his cologne and the rum on his breath wafting in your nose, and you have to fight to keep your eyes focused on his.

"what was what?" your voice lilts as you tease, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

it's safe to say he doesn't find it cute, or maybe he does. either way, he's lifting you by your hips and planting you on the counter, only to pull you close to it's edge. and either way, he's man handling you, and you're falling for it.

moving like it's second nature, you rest your arms around his shoulders. you want to run your hands in his hair, you want to grab him by his neck and kiss him fucking senseless, but you don't. you're too curious to see just how riled up you'd gotten him by dancing with yuuji, and so far you quite like where it's going.

"you know exactly what i'm fucking talking about" yuuta snaps back at you, his hands grabbing you by the thighs, tugging you again until you're chest to chest, your legs hooked at his hips.

you want to catch your breath, but you'd have to take in heavier breaths, and you don't want to give him the satisfaction of making you pant so easily.

"i don't think i do, yuu," you feign confusion as you peer up at him from under your lashes. "but you must've followed me for a reason"

you tilt your chin up at him as you present him with a sweet smile that he wants to wipe off your smug face.

his hands grip tight at your thighs in an attempt to channel his anger, but as he leans into you, only to stop before giving you what you wanted, he can't help but run them up your legs and back to your hips.

a small whimper dies in your throat as you try to tilt forward enough to kiss him, but one of his hands snatches you by the nape of your neck, drawing you back before you could be successful.

your brows furrow as you pout.

"you grind on yuuji and expect me to kiss you?"

you smirk up at him with pride.

"so you are jealous," you muse. "i wasn't so sure,"

yuuta's fingers twitch and flex against your waist.

"yuuta, i would've happily danced with you," you tell him, fluttering your lashes again, just to be a tease, just to remind him again of why he was really here. "but you were so busy with that girl, and yuuji was there, and, well, he was more than happy to keep me company-"

"if you don't stop fucking talking about itadori i swear to god (y/n) i'll-"

"you'll what?" you ask breathlessly, your eyes glittering with excitement, and mischief. your pupils are blown wide as you stare up at him, and goddamnit you're so pretty when you're acting so needy for him.

yuuta hates this game, he really, really does, but if he gave in to you this easily, how would you learn your lesson?

"so what, i talked to one person and you think it's okay to be act like a slut with the underclassmen?"

"you were being a slut first" you mumble back pathetically.

"well for the record, that girl was asking for maki's number. she's gay," yuuta tells you, and now your face feels hotter than before, because that little piece of information made this whole thing a little embarassing. maybe more than a little. "and while we're on that record, you're not allowed to dance like that with anyone. ever"

he mutters it into your ear, warm breath fanning over your neck in such a blissful sensation that you're shutting your eyes and rolling your head back lazily.

"okay" you breathe out, compliant to any instruction he had for you.

"and after this, you're not going to talk to itadori for the rest of the night" yuuta says, ghosting his lips over the side of your neck.

despite trying to keep some of your resolve, you can't keep your hands from grabbing his shoulders, gripping onto them for dear life.

"okay" you repeat, your chest rising and falling as you try desperately to catch your breath that you hadn't had control of since you'd gotten to this bathroom.

"you're going to stay right with me for the rest of the night, since clearly you need someone to keep an eye on you"

he punctuates his last rule by pressing his open mouth against the side of your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin slowly. you hum through a soft moan, feeling your heart beat in your ears at the new sensation.

when yuuta deems the mark on your neck warning enough to itadori and the rest of the party-goers that had watched your little display of a dance, he pulled away.

your hooded eyes meet his for only a moment before he's slamming his lips into yours. you both moan at the sudden impact, and your hands finally grab at his neck, pulling him further, further against you until your legs are crossed at the ankles around his hips, and he's making you lean back with how his tall stature towers over you.

between heated kiss you're panting for breath, moaning in pleasure as the tension that had been growing between you finally, finally snapped. one of his hands is tangled in your hair, keeping your lips firmly on his, not that you'd ever pull away from his intoxicating mouth, and the other is pushing up the hem of your shirt so that he can grip the bare skin of your hip.

he bites experimentally at your bottom lip, smiling to himself with satisfaction as you moan into his mouth, your hips stuttering up against his. he rolls his tongue over the now sensitive plump of your lip before he's pulling your hips into his again, grinding into you shamelessly.

"yuuta~" his name rolls off your tongue in a moan so pretty you have him whimpering into your mouth, before he's reaching to tilt your head back so he can deepen your kiss further.

yuuta licks his way into your mouth with abandon, dominating over yours before you could even try to return the favor. he maps out your mouth like he's a lost man, and when he pulls away, there's a lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths.

he takes a proper look at you now, at your rocking hips, your heaving chest, disheveled hair, swollen lips, and finally, when you open your eyes, he thinks your blown pupils and heavy eyelids have him at another loss of air.

you give him a lazy, drunken smile, before you're fisting the material of his shirt to pull him in close again. you prod your nose against his before giving him a long, slow kiss. your hands relax against his chest, before smoothing down his abdomen. you just barely ghost over the bulge in his pants before he's pulling out of your kiss and tugging you against him before your hands can wander further.

you pout up at him prettily, and he can't believe what he's about to say.

"not here," he mumbles into your mouth, before stealing a kiss. "later"

you whine into his mouth as you chase his lips before he could go too far. you're making it hard on him, that's for sure, but this whole thing started because you clearly get a kick out of making him suffer over you, so this shouldn't come as a surprise to him.

"we should go back," he sighs into your mouth, sloppy kissing you with his open mouth.

your hands are pulling at the hem of his shirt, before they explore the skin underneath. he's shuddering under your touch, and it takes a great effort to remind himself of why he can't hook up with you right here in this bathroom. who's house was his again?

your fingertips drag over every inch of his skin as you nibble playfully on his bottom lip. he hums in pleasure at the feeling, understanding now why you had seemed to like it so very much.

did he lock the door when he'd come in here?

"fuck- okay- we have to-" he tries to the best of his ability to pull his lips off of yours, but they're addicting. rum and cherry flavored, soft, hot. "baby- we have to go back"

you sigh in irritation, but ultimately give in as you lean back, your back hitting the mirror behind you. yuuta's also huffing as he begrudgingly pulls his hands off of your hips.

you look at each other for a minute, taking in the other's swollen mouth and blown pupils. you both know if you leave the bathroom like this, everyone will know exactly what happened.

(you forget that the love bite he'd left on your neck is damning evidence enough)

your legs are shaky when you finally slide off the counter, but yuuta's arm is a firm presence around your hips as he pulls you out of the bathroom, keeping you completely tucked against his side.

it seems all of your peers' eyes are on you as you both make your way down the stairs. the rest of the party is in full swing, but those who know the both of you follow your movements with wide eyes and open jaws.

you pay them no mind, whispering into yuuta's ear to let him know just how much you'd like to dance with him now. your lips brush his earlobe before you plant a kiss at the spot on his neck just underneath it. yuuta agrees to the offer instantaneously.

however unbeknownst to you, his eyes are focused on a certain pink haired boy that was staring right back at him.

yuuji swallowed nervously while yuuta let you press a sweet trail of kisses down his neck, blissfully unaware of yuuji's watchful eyes- you were blissfully unaware of anyone in the room. the younger boy could see the red and purple mark on your neck and he'd known exactly that it's purpose had been served as soon as he saw it.

he was quick to find megumi and leave the room to hang out in another part of the house. he was too afraid of the warning looks yuuta would send him while he danced with you.

but of course you were happily lost in the feeling yuuta's hands on your hips as he followed the push and flow of your body rocking to the beat.

and poor yuuji spent the rest of the night thinking he was hiding from yuuta, when in reality the two of you left that party after only one dance, feeling your tension would be better released in the privacy of your car. ____

a/n" y'all i got CARRRIED AWAYYY JESUSCHRIST also i can't write smut i'm too awkward at it but if anyone wants to make a smutty second part to this or their own smutty rendition of this PLS do and PLS tag me bc. like. i need it now. i had hips don't lie on repeat for so long while i wrote this bc it was just too good for the move and the tension.

xoxo ~ jordie