“y/n Stop Acting Like You Are In A Velocity Edit" Akaashi Sighs, Putting Down His Pen On The Table,

Oh wow. You never expected to see the familiar rooster haired person, especially bending down at a forty five degree angle to get a better view of the cakes displayed in your shop.

You just came back from picking up some new tea leaves delivered by your mom to try the flavours, while your co-woker was left to handle the shop when you were away.

Now, here you stood in front of your own shop, debating if you should enter or not after noticing a past companion

You gulped a little, touching the knob of the door to twist it open but you immediately retreated your hand away when the metal touched your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Your palm felt sweaty and cold indicating you were getting nervous. Thank God, iwaizumi chose to put glass as the exterior or you can't even imagine how you would have reacted without preparing yourself to meet a certain someone.

You grabbed the knob again twisting it this time as you took a deep breath opening the door. You were mature now, way past your university years. You had to face him some day but you were hoping the some day wasn't any time soon. Maybe after you died or sumn should have been okay.

Calming your nerves, you told yourself that forgetting the hours of crying and snorting on your poor pillow would be best, for now atleast.

The ringing sound once someone opens the door echoed through the cute cafe as you stepped your foot inside, causing kuroo's head to rise up.

He didn't look back though, he just stood up fixing his suit a little because if he stayed in that position in his tight pants, he was quite sure those pants were putting his ass on a show. He smiled at the young college lad behind the counter saying he would like to order a large red velvet cake which should be packed nicely. He liked the smell of the store and the calming feeling it radiates, it reminds him of someone. “oh and please make it fast- my girlfriend is kind of impatient" he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Once you hear his gruffy voice and his signature cologne engulfing your nose, the same one he used to put on too much that you had to scold him about it. You stopped on your track, hands clentching your bags tightly. Memories swaying through your head. You remember the blushes, the jokes, the flirty remarks, days spent sitting on his roof while he told you every interesting facts about stars he knew.

You closed your eyes putting a small smile on your face, get a grip y/n. You chanted the slogan in your mind before opening your mouth to call out his name that you screamed so many times in so many different ways, but to your luck of course your obedient staff interupted, the guy was more than happy to let the only customer at this late in the hour know of your existent. "ah- Mrs. Oikawa you are back"

The engines of kuroo's head twisted and turned at the mention of the surname, he didn't know oikawa tooru from the Argentina team had a wife. Was this guy talking about the same oikawa he knew?

The one he met during some tournaments and parties a few times, he remembers making small talks once or twice with him, though— he wouldn't call themselves friends but but one thing he knew about oikawa was that he had tons and tons of fangirls, he knew just by seeing the bunch of girls waiting for him to get out of the five star restraurents that they both attended for some formal parties so they can take a picture with him.

He has still the habit of not minding his own business back from his highschool days. So, curious to know who was the wife of infamous oikawa tooru and why he didn't hear a gossip about it before. Kuroo snaped his head back to met a glossy, familiar pair of e/c eyes.

The say curiosity kills the cat, but in this case his world falls apart when he sees you. He choked, feeling all the air get suck out of him. Locking eyes with the same e/c orbs he adored so much, the same ones that used to sparkle when you looked at him.

"y/n" a really small mumble, more like a whisper which can be barely heard. But that small mumble takes you back to the days where he would call your name over and over again from across the library, for letting you know about something new he found out about the two married teachers hooking up with each other. Though the actions mostly ended up for the both of you to getting kicked out of there and then him rumbling about how the old librarian lady was so insensitive and rude when it was obviously his fault you both were banned from there.

"tet-" you stopped yourself immediately, shaking your head to convince yourself that you shouldn't call him that. "kuroo" you mumbled a little louder than him, a soft smile forming on your lips as your eyes wrinkled.

Oh fuck. That's what he thinks. Geez after all those years how could you still smile at him like that. The contagious smiles that drives him crazy so so much. At this point he even forgets you were married or he was about to propose his girlfriend tonight. All in his mind at that moment was you.

You have gotten more beautiful, hair longer and face a lot more matured. You still had those soft lips he remembered and he can say you have gained a little weight which just makes you more beautiful in his eyes. He wants to ask you a lot of questions. He wants to say a lot of things. He missed you like a mad man.

He opens his mouth to say he missed you, he missed your hands cupping his face, he missed your touch, your soft snores against his neck. The way both of you would plan about the future.

“how have you been?”

You fiddled your fingers in your pocket, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I have been doing good” you closed your eyes smiling brightly at him just like you used to. Placing the bags on the table beside you, you shifted your gaze from kuroo. He is a lot more muscular now than he was in college, but with the same messy hair styled with lots of jel.

“haru take this bag and keep it in the kitchen please” you asked to him, looking back at kuroo who was still busy taking in your appearance. “it's rude to stare at someone” you chuckled, patting his arms as you moved past him. “is it my fault you grew more gorgeous now?" he spat back, feeling the angsty feeling in his heart decrease a little. Not so sure where this confidence to speak with you is coming from.

“aah-you still flirt with taken women?” you replied, tying your hair into a bun, walking behind the counter. The way you moved was more elegant than he remembers.

You hit a spot in his heart reminding you were taken but so was he. He reminds himself that you both weren't anymore teenagers and adults with real life responsibility.

Huffing you wrapped the pastel blue coloured apron around your waist, eyes avoiding his face “is it kizumi?” you arched a brow, eyes on your working hands. Taking the piece of cardboard and a red ribbon which matched the cake. He turned around, tightening his lips wondering how is gonna tell you 'it is her'.

The one girl who always made you feel inferior and insecure. Nights he spent reminding you she was just a friend, now he is fidgeting how to tell your guess was right. Back then he truly meant she was just a friend.

As long as you could remember you always disliked her, she was always kind and cheerful and a little too bright for you. Though she never directly tried hitting on tetsu but you knew by the subtle touches and the lingering gaze she was into him.

But you were past that stage, even though you felt a little defeated by her but you have your own special person now, the person who makes the world seem like a bearable place everyday little by little. You chuckled to cut the thick tension in the air

“you should go and sit upstairs till' the cake is prepared” changing the subject, your hands motioned to the cute stair inside the cafe leading up to a new set of area with private chairs and tables for people who liked privacy. You didn't want kuroo to stand infront of you when you were trying to ignore his presence.

“ah-” he paused looking at the direction of your hands. The wooden stair case with black tinted glass at the end to cover the upstairs view. Several small flowers wrapped around the railing and small lamps decorated along the way. He hesitantly opened his mouth, he wanted to talk with you and know every thing that he wanted to ask you after the day you left. This night could end like this, he could just sit idly and let the burning curiosity being ignored and move on with his life, propose the girl like he planned and try to keep you off mind. Try to not find you in the girl he is with like he did for years.

But he was determined today, he was going to get answers why you left and how sorry he was for not meeting you for the last time you asked for. No matter what or who—

“Mommyy” a voice ringed through the cafe followed by soft giggles and a chuckling of a adult. A small pair of legs dashed past kuroo towards you. Two hands wrapping around your legs with a beaming smile stretched acrossed a chubby face, giving you a long hug. You looked a little exasperated and shocked by the sudden attack but a small smile formed on your lips looking at the tiny boy.

“sorry to disturb your working hours honey” a breathy, hoarse voice behind kuroo spoke in a teasing tone followed with few snickers "but our dear son was nagging why is his mommy so late” by the tone of the argentina's player, it was evident that it was his idea to sneak up in your working hours.

Walking playfully to the back of the counter, he pecked your lips lovingly, parting before giving you a eye closed smile. He didn't notice who the other male was standing in the cafe, honestly he could care any less and especially since oikawa was a man for showing some public display affection. But when he noticed the flickering worry over your eyes when you looked past him he snapped his back to meet a pair of gawking cat-like eyes.

It wasn't oikawa's affection which drained all kuroo's blood off his body neither was it because you have a loving family now, no— it was rather because of the small kid who was smiling at the desserts in display with sparkling eyes.

Anybody could tell with two eyes that the small guy had the exact same messy long hair similar to the ex nekoma's captain. Anyone could tell that the golden brown cat like eyes were the exact copy paste of someone else's flickering fierce eyes. Because anybody could tell that the small guy looked nothing like oikawa and more like the stranger standing in the store.

“mommy can I have another late night dessert again? Please! please! please! I swear I will wash my teeth as many time you want today”

Ah— how could kuroo forget about the same way he used to nag for a late night dessert made by especially you. The one which he ate too much that he had to visit dentist every two to three months for. Seems like you have a lot of explaining to do.

Part 2 : wouldn't you?

this has my toes curling

Some abs grinding with Bachira, Sae, Rin, Kunigami and Reo?

I love abs! On anyone abs are so good for grinding!

Pairing: Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, grinding, blushing, cum marking, licking, encouragement, boner

A/N: If you have abs you are automatically sexy to me.

Bachira loves to use his hands to squeeze your thighs and dictate the speed at which you should move at. He can't help but lick his lips when he sees the wet trail of cum you're leaving on him. He might not be that muscular when compared to his teammates but when he arches his back he can give you a very nice surface to grind and come on.

Sae makes you grind on him but while he has you pinned to the bed. That way you really have to work for it, you have to wrap your legs around him and try your best to press yourself against his abs. When you do so he will flex them for you and push back, creating a bit of a thrusting motion to stimulate you further. In this position you can also rub on his cock by accident if you go a bit too low, keeping him hard for your pussy.

Rin wasn't that interested in the act honestly. The only reason he entertains the idea is because he likes to see you get off but it doesn't do much for him. Now you licking the cum off his abs is a different matter, he can get hard from that, he always gets hard from feeling your tongue and lips on his body. So much so that by the time you're done he's already shoving his hard cock in your mouth to keep them busy again.

Kunigami is reduced to a blushing mess when you start grinding on his abs. He knew you liked them but he never guessed you like them to this extent. Fuck, his cock is so hard right now, he needs to put it in, he needs to let his cum out too. He needs to flip you over and shove his cock in deep, pin you down and fuck you hard until he makes you come again, this time around his cock.

Reo feels like he should definitely return the favor. Since you did such a wonderful job smearing your cum and slick on his abs it's only fair that he shoots his cum all over you right? No, you can't help. You made him hold still despite his cock throbbing, now it's your turn to endure it. No touching, him or yourself. Just sit back and enjoy the show. Afterwards you'll get to enjoy his cock in any hole you want.

hihihi babes !! i'm an infp too, we should be moots ;p

We ABSOLUTELY SHOULDD

I love this

based off this post by @75screamingtoads that made me start watching. as you can see my art gets progressively worse each panel lol

So I was thinking of leaving this series till how much I have posted 😭 because I don't want to mess it up with new dramas, let me know if u want this to continue tho, because if I continue there will be atsumu x y/n x suna arc and the whole plot will change slightly.

“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

“Are you out of your mind?” If you didn't know suna better, you would think he is mad at you but being his friends since preschool really makes you know him more than a way you want to know.

The subtle red tone that is crawling up his neck and his burning ears, the usual no emotion facade is long gone and beneath those green slanted eyes you can tell how he trying to hide how flustered he is.

You comprehend his statement for a while in your head and if you say so yourself, you really must have lost your mind, because who in their right mind asks a friend who came to take care of you when you are sick, to show them their dick.

"Is this post breakup trauma?" Suna deadpans regarding your lack of response, standing up from your couch, while his hand moves to rub his template. He is speechless, his mind is blank, you caught him off guard he will give you that.

But how the fuck did you come in a conclusion where you want to see his dick?

Well, honestly it happened three days ago, friday noon when you accidentally entered the locker room without knocking, and there was suna naked in all his glory, jerking off.

And you should have left immediately, you really should have but how could you not take a peek when his define adam's apple bobbed evidently, his head thrown back, his hair sticking to his face due to the sweat, sweat which was sliding down his collar bone towards his definite abs.

With eyes closed shut, breath heavy he looked like a true art, you know how handsome he is, everyone in your university knows really. But as your eyes scanned how his veiny long fingers were wrapped around his dick, you felt like drooling.

His dick looked tempting than the ice cream you wanted to have during your diet. because good lord, WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT SIZE ???

Your ex boyfriend had a good size to himself but suna's. SUNA'S? It's not even comparable, just the average girth but who would have thought your childhood bestfriend was about 10 inches long. Okay maybe nine inches but you bet it would get bigger once he is hard.

It would have been fine if it was just long but you think it's prettier than his face, the pinkish tone covering it with a slight darken tone at the tip making it look like a cherry and AND— it had the perfect curves to reach places your fingers would never reach.

And while you were immersed in your perverted thoughts about how suna's dick was 10/10, he caught you staring at him, while he was, beating his thing. And honestly suna even knows if it was anyone else he wouldn't have freaked out that much, it was his fault jerking off without locking the door of his room after all.

But in his defense when he let out the not so shrill scream, it was because he thought people knock before they enter and good lord even if he expected to get caught never in his dream he would imagine you walking on him, his friend for years.

And you might have left being embarrassed head to toe that day and apologized through phone that evening , and after sharing few classes after that day you definitely also pretended to act normal like things didn't happen, but it would be a lie if you didn't unlock a desire to– well to put it in simple words, fuck suna.

You were noticing small things you never noticed, like how sharp his jawline was and were his fingers always so long ? that everytime your eyes fell on them, you would think about what places it could reach.

Also, was his grayish green eyes were so seducing, objectively speaking he was always handsome according to anyone who has a good eyesight, but you swear after seeing him that way, you were dragging suna with you in that gutters where your mind lies.

Because you swear to god you are always calm and collected especially not this horny, for godsake suna came to your dorm with a warm porridge and medicine in his hand, asking how you were feeling just for you to ask.

"Can I see your dick?"

SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES? Oh, BTW THE CONCEPT FOR THIS FICTION IS FROM A MANHWA SERIES CALLED “how I came to like my male friend” I just read the first few chapters and had to make something about it.

⩩ part : 2 , part - 3

Oikawa Tooru felt a bit dizzy behind his eyes. Maybe the gymnasium lights were too bright.

Or maybe it was her—standing there, just here for your brother Yahaba’s match—lingering by the bleachers after the game, fingers curled around his water bottle like you had every right to be there [you did], and no right to make his pulse stutter [you absolutely did].

Oikawa noticed the exact moment you walked in. Of course he did; he had a sixth sense for these things—he could read the shift in air pressure before a serve, the angle of Iwaizumi’s exasperated scowls, and especially, the gaze of a pretty spectator watching him with quiet intensity that made his skin prickle.

And now, despite his legendary focus, his brain short-circuited like bad Wi-Fi.

Badum.

His heartbeat was obnoxiously loud, the kind of dramatic thud that belonged in a shoujo manga, not in his stupid chest. He tightened his grip on the volleyball, knuckles whitening.

Focus. Serve. Ace. Repeat.

But then—then—you looked up. And smiled. At him? No. No, definitely at Iwaizumi, who was stretching behind him like some muscle-bound shoujo rival. Not that Oikawa noticed. Or cared. Obviously.

“Oikawa!” Coach barked. “You’re up.”

Right. Serve. He could do this. He’d done it a thousand times.

He tossed the ball, leapt—

—and his knee almost buckled when your voice cut clean through his focus.

“Nice form, Oikawa.”

The ball sailed straight into the net. thwap.

Silence.

“Wow,” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “That was embarrassing even for you.”

Oikawa’s cheeks burned. “A fluke!” he declared, flipping his hair. “The air was... wrong. And my shoelaces were—”

“You’re staring at [Name] again,” Hanamaki stage whispered.

“I’m not—!” But his traitorous pulse was already sprinting ahead without him. And it only took one sentence from you to prove him wrong.

“Oikawa.” Your voice, closer now. Too close. He turned—and there you were, tilting your head, a little frown on your face that flipped his stomach inside out.

He couldn’t say when you started affecting him. You were just supposed to help him with notes, as class president, catching him up after missed lectures. So why did your voice shake him more than a punch from Iwaizumi?

maybe it was because he was a keen observer..? He noticed how your pen would hover over the edge of his messy notes, then burst into doodles—bunnies in jerseys, a stick-figure Yahaba mid-sneeze—but you’d freeze when given a blank page.

How you empathized with everyone—the teacher, rivals, even the cranky lunch lady—but turned into a flustered mess when he thanked you. Left ink-smudges on your cheek he ached to wipe away.

And the way you bit your lip trying not to laugh at his dumb jokes, turning your lower lip a soft, tempting pink.

Oikawa Tooru knew exactly why he liked you. He was doomed.

“Are you okay? You look tiptop—just like you do on TV.”

The gym air turned to concrete in his lungs. His brain screeched to a halt like a buffering video.

TV.

TV.

TV.

“…TV?” he croaked, voice cracking like an old vinyl record.

You spun Yahaba’s water bottle cap between your fingers. “Yeah, I caught your match while flipping channels.” A pause. “Right when you said that thing about—”

Oikawa’s entire life flashed before his eyes.

Please no.

“‘If you’re gonna hit it,’” you quoted, eyes crinkling, “‘hit it until it breaks.’”

Nuclear silence. Iwaizumi looked like chrismtmas came early“She knows your catchphrase,” he grinned.

“IT’S NOT A—” Oikawa clutched his hair, executing The Exact Flip mid-panic. “I WAS FIFTEEN! IT WAS METAPHORICAL!”

“Sounded pretty literal before the Shiratorizawa match,” Matsukawa said casually.

“With tears in your eyes,” Hanamaki added.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“NO!” Oikawa shrieked, voice hitting frequencies only dogs could hear. “THEY’RE LYING—YOU GUYS I SWEAR TO—”

Through the chaos, you smiled. Soft. Infuriating. “I thought it was cute. Kinda cool, too.”

Oikawa’s brain blue-screened.

Because that was the worst part. You liked it. You remembered him. And now his heart was pounding loud enough to echo across the entire prefecture. He likes you. Oikawa tooru likes you.

“Aw,” Hanamaki cooed. “Captain’s blushing.”

“I’M NOT—!”

“Wait, wait,” Matsukawa cut in, eyes gleaming.

“[Name], you do know our captain has this weird habit of staring at the bleachers during timeouts, right?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

"Like he's looking for someone" Hanamaki singsonged.

Oikawa made a sound like a deflating balloon. “You all just lost your bestfriend priveledges.”

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said solemnly, “just admit you like that she watched—”

“NO!” Oikawa lunged, spectacularly missing as Iwaizumi dodged.

“HE DOES THAT,” Hanamaki told you brightly, “when he’s—”

Oikawa’s shoe connected with his shin.

LOSER MEN ON TOP UGHHHHH.

—blue lock boys! reaction to reader simping over their newest photoshoot/modeling advertisment. part 1 :)

warning : suggestive themes. blue lock x reader!

help there are few spelling mistakes 😭, like in reo’s, you're should be your, and for aiku I wrote aiko. masterlist

masterlist’

bluelock

[smau]

bllk reaction : accidental confession — gender neutral

bllk reaction : offering homework in exchange of tit pics

bllk reaction : to your horrendous simping over them modeling

bllk reaction : pranking them by sending a nude/exposed picture and telling them it wasn't for them - part 1 , part 2

Jujutsu kaisen | jjk

[smau]

jjk reaction : saying random ily to your bestfriend

[oneshot]

gojo satoru x gn!reader : you've ruined my life my not being mine; [fluff omg, they're so cute :(, mutual pinning, fic based on taylor swift's gorgeous]

haikyuu

[one shot]

oikawa tooru x f!reader; [fluff, oikawa has a crush on you, aoba joshai chaos, funny, oikawa bullying]

akaashi keiji x gn!reader; [tooth rotting fluff; slice of life; established relationship]

sakusa kiyoomi x reader; [fluff; two idiots in love; they're high key dorks, confession]

[series]

suna rintarnou x f!reader : that escalated quickly [completed]; [smut, childhood friends to lovers, suna has a pretty dic—, fluff and comedy]

• ↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3, ↳ part : 4. (favorite fr)

kuroo x f!reader x oikawa tooru : little too late [completed] ; [agnst asf, accidental pregnancy, a lil bit of fluff, oikawa slayed]

• ↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3, ↳ part : 4, ↳ part : 5

boku no hero academia | mha

[oneshots/series]

bakugou x f!reader x izuku midorya : honey trap [katsuki x reader fwb/situationship intially, fake relationship izuku x reader, sexual tension x 100, fluff, agnst, suggestive]

• ↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, (I love this series 100% recommend)

bakugou katsuki x reader; [royal au, agnst, forbidden lovers]

requests — song prompts; open.

please suggest me smau ideas, also my asks are open <3

you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.

“stop you were scared of y/n” getou laughed his ass off, he was almost going to loose his footing and just fall. you were having a conversation about when you chased gojo satoru with a vaccum cleaner but that's a story for another time.

satoru on response to that just rolled his eyes. “why would I be scared of that” he lowers his sunglasses, just giving you a glance of his beautiful eyes.

there it goes, gojo satoru’s habit of referring to you as ‘it’ for no specific reason, whenever he is loosing a arguement. you almost scoff at his childishness.

“i don't take shit from someone with no forehead” you mutter, titling your glass. “ooh that's a violation” shoko joins in the conversation, she isn't able to stand properly at this point. she was not even sober when she came to the club, let alone now.

“yea and this no forehead man still gets more bitches than you” you have a urge to punch his stupid beautiful face but you refrain and just repeat what he said in a squeaker voice, mocking gojo always gets the best reaction from him after all.

but before he could spat out his comeback (he didn't have any), geto points a finger past you nudging at the blue eyed man. “12’o clock hottie, eyes set on you” oh, as soon as she moves past you, you can already smell her expensive perfume. one word to explain the girl, alluring.

‘you should think about the consequences of your magnetic field being way too strong.

you take a swift sip of your whiskey, feeling the burn in your throat, your nose slightly scrunching up, okay maybe it was a bad idea to chug the whole glass down that fast.

but more than the sensation in your throat, the tingle on your skin are burning slightly more whenever your eyes fall on the two attractive pair, leaning on the counter, standing a little away from the group.

“love, if you look at her any more hard, her head is going to have a hole” shoko suggests, though her words are kinda spluttery, but you know what she meant.

“is it just me or her getting mad is kinda hot” getou adds, and your hands flies to hit on his arms playfully. “but y/n? really? satoru when I'm right here” he continues to tease, as you laugh. you know getou is trying to cheer you up, you are really thankful to your friends for that.

and if it wasn't for him only cheering you up, then you have walked in on him changing before, and to say the least you don't have enough rationality in your body to hold yourself back and fuck the bestfriend of the guy you like.

woah, the way the direction of this plot is going towards, sounds like a sitcom you would pay to watch. the title definitely should be ‘the bestfriend with whom I'm platonic but he just gives me orgasms time to time’

“how does he not even know I like him, I make it so obvious, everyone except him knows” you whine, shifting your eyes from the pair to your glass, are you drunk? you are kind of seeing two glasses in your hand. oh no you were drinking two glasses together at the same time already.

“cough he is not the only person who is blind cough” you look towards the side from where the sound came from, but seems like both of your bestfriend’s mouth were closed shut. yea you must be hearing things.

“but my dear y/n, I don't think anyone would understand you have feelings for them if you threat to stab them whenever they are around you”

“well in my defense! thats just how I show my love”

‘and you should think about the consequences of you touching my hands in a darkened room.

“you shouldn't drink anymore” a hand loosens the grip of your fingers around the glass of the drink, you were just planning to throw down your throat, you don't even know which number this was.

you look up to notice a blue pair of eyes scanning you behind his glasses. your face red, hair messy, glassy eyes. “go away thot” you mutter it without even thinking much.

gojo looks physically offended, but he can't help but let out a laugh “thot? me? he mumbles, finally taking the drink away from your hand as you whined.

“we are not doing this today” the white haired man replied to your action of trying to reach for the drink again, almost instantly, his eyes starts to look for getou and shoko, where were they? how could they leave you in this state.

he is going to throw hands if next time someone calls him a manchild, shoko was legit throwing up in a corner of the club, getou holding her hair for her. he doesn't know them he doesn't know them, a single tear almost escaped his eyes.

“where is your girrrrlfriend toru’” see, gojo would have already quoted his infamous line ‘he doesn't do relationships’, if he wasn't that engrossed in the way you call him by a nickname. “not my girlfriend and she just went to the bathroom”

he looks as the way your ears perk up, and your eyes shift towards the entrance of the bathroom “you didn't go in for a quickie?” you ask, your body slumping against the counter again, and as much as it seems you are teasing him, the question comes out a little softer than intented.

“why did you want to join?” you make a gag expression at that offer. “with you? no” yes you say that while you have imagined his finger knucles deep inside you, his fingers being adorned with several rings did something to you.

right, and you wondered why gojou didn't know you liked him as well. “whatever y/n, I'll call shoko and getou we are going home, no more drinks for you, just stay close to me” his voice comes out stern. it's ironic isn't it? how the most immature person in your group is taking care of everyone now.

His hands wraps around yours, tightly, it really wasn't necessary he could have just held your wrist, but he went finger to finger intertwining his hands against your palm, his were comparatively warmer, a little sweaty for some reason, you wonder why.

but gojo knows why, just as much as your heart was beating crazily— so was his, he is not a stupid teenager, and this is definitely not his first time holding a girl’s hand, yet he is almost loosing it by how close you both were.

you almost mutter out, that why is he like this, why does he always act like a lover taking care of you, but your mind is fuzzy as he walks hand in hand with you, drawing different patterns over your skin, like he is trying to sooth your intoxication.

but you just tug at his sleeves, “let’s stay here for a little while toru’ ” gojo almost misses it, the way you mumbled it so softly, he almost missed it. the whirlwind of emotion he is just feeling right now, couldn't even be conveyed by any means. he is in so love with you, that if you say even to go pick up a star with the exact same tone and voice, he will do it, so he stops all together in his track, okay he will listen to your request, it's fine he can carry you home, and he is sure— suguru can take care of himself and shoko (he couldn't)

‘if you’re single, that's honestly worse, cause you're gorgeous it actually hurts, honey it hurts’

“stop I'm just drowning myself in drinks because I'm heart broken” you dramatically sigh. see, you would have died on the spot if you knew you were actually displaying what you felt, not to mention to gojo. and exaggerating while at it.

but whatever you have said has already made the white haired male go through a million emotion in one second, “oh, you like someone”

“yea and he is a son of a bitch” you are so drunk, you twirl around two middle fingers in the air as if you were cursing the lord for making you attracted to the person you liked.

“you never told me, I thought we were bestfriends—”

“satoru’ she is back” you dodge his question, as your eyes move past him and looks over to the beautiful girl standing and looking for the man infront of you.

he follows your eyes and notices her, he plans to just go over and say bye to her, then get back as soon as he can, so he starts to turn around on his heel, muttering a soft “I'll be right back” as his eyes follow her.

you don't realise how fast your hand moves to holds his arm, he quirks a brow at that, as if signaling you to speak, why were you stopping him?

she hasn't noticed where your satoru was, your lips turned into a frown as you looked up to meet his eyes hidden by black glasses, his white locks falling over his cheeks, they are a little red, you wonder if it's because of how hot the packed room was or perhaps it's because he drank a little.

whatever the reason was, whenever you did look at him, you breath automatically gets stuck, is it shallow of you to adore him due to his looks? pretty privilege must be real.

you forgot what you are going to say, really, what were you even going to say, ask him to not talk to that girl anymore? but that's not your place to ask him of such thing at all. It was already hard enough to speak your mind, it's already hard enough to accept why you feel jealous, so how could you tell him you wanted him to only be with you.

“oh satoru, you are here” a voice chirps behind him, satoru? really? didn't they meet only an hour or two back? she was already calling him by his name, he turns his head to meet the green feline eyes.

“riku, ah well— I don't think I can give you my company anymore, can you—” their conversation slowly starts to fade out, almost like white noises, you let go of his arms, you wonder if he notices, god you wish he did. will he notice that how your perfume grow faints and her starts to engulf his senses, will he?

‘ocean blue eyes, lookin’ in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die.

you squat just right infront of the backdoor of the club, your back slumped against the wall, the music inside is too loud, and a headache in your drunken state. though you feel alot sober than when you were inside the club, you cringe at how you behaved today, groaning in annoyance.

“pretty girl like you shouldn't sit alone in a alleyway” a feathery voice snaps you out of the self loathing compilation in your head, as they slump their body weight onto the ground, squating infront of you. copying the way you were sitting against the wall

stupid handsome motherfucker, that's a way to describe gojo satoru. “you know better than anyone how I can even beat your ass in combat” you roll your eyes. you don't like how he takes you breath away everytime he is close.

“oh oh the scary y/n is back, I thought you would continue to be cuter, being drunk”

“i’m not drunk”

“yea and getou loves civilians” he states back, titling his head, eyes still peering into yours. his sunglasses are gone, that's not usual.

but it makes it hard to talk to him more if he just goes around openly with his sickeningly beautiful eyes, not to mention look at you like you are the only person who matters in this world.

“why are you here satoru” his heart shouldn't constantly skip a beat whenever you call his name, it really shouldn't. your lips are turned into a pout, thinking back how he was behaving with that girl.

but who are you to get jealous? that girl looked nice enough, she even made conversation with shoko, and she was beautiful. ugh you hate it. you hate the fact you hated that.

“to get you home y/n, I can't leave a damsel in distress all alone can i?” he smirks, his hands moves to hold your arm, but you retreat.

“i hate you so much gojo” you huff out a sigh, you were holding back since he decided to sit so close to you. “and your stupid gorgeous face” you pause, gojo thinks he might become puddle infront of you if you throw insults and compliment all tigether, pick a side woman.

“and how you make me feel like you care so much about me like you are in love with me”

“i am though” you at first don't realise what he says, your brain doesn't process it so you pretend you didn't hear anything weird or out of the blue, so you decide to continuing to rant “and how you-” but before you could complete that sentence—

his lips, oh god his lips were on yours, softer than imagined, sweeter than imagined, he smells like alcohol. he deepens the kiss, you give in, your hand tangles his soft lock, tugging a fistful of it to pull him closer.

now, that was a way to make you shut up, for sure. you almost whine when he removes his lips only to press few pecks over the span of few seconds.

“you look like a owl” he chuckles, watching your eyes still widen “i imagined you'd be the type to close your eyes while kissing”

“you imagined me kissing?”

“oh, I imagined way more than that” he gives you a devilish smirk, before moving to squat, with his back turning towards you, “hop on” you squint your eyes as he says that, wondering what he meant. “you- you want to carry me?”

He looks back to see your bewildered expression, sighing “yea I want to carry you, you aren't even able to sit properly, let alone stand” he signals you to get on once again, and you listen, that's so unlike of you, is it alcohol or is it because he kissed you, the lingering touch on your lips drugged you more than any amount of alcohol could ever would, so you know the answer to that quiz.

‘guess I'll stumble home to my cats, alone.., unless you wanna come along?

“get in” satoru’s hand tries to push the door close once again, yet you stand on your threshold like a baby, stubbornly like they don't want to leave a playground. “noo, the night just started” you shake your head, your hands holding the door knob.

“you are super duper drunk, and if you don't go to sleep now y/n, I am sure you will hate yourself in the morning”

“haha funny, I'll hate myself in the morning either ways”

“its about time you stop quoting memes” the blue eyed man sighs, he is really being mature right now, principal yaga should seriously see this. next time you shouldn't be the babysitter of him in mission, he should be the one babysitting you.

his hands holds your shoulder, pushing you inside your dorm, closing the door behind him. you throw curses and whine as he walks you towards the bed, making you spin, he makes you sit on the bed. “remind me why I like you so much” huffing out, his hands reaches for your feet, removing one of your shoes off.

“you like me?” you were a lot sober, meaning your senses were too much sensitive to what is happening currently, each breath, each words all seems to chime in your brain loudly. “took you long enough to figure it out”

“i like you too” you gulp, saying it out aloud to the man is extremely hard, but you still have the whiskey in your system even though you felt sober. “really?” he look up at you, brows squinted, hopeful eyes.

“yea really, I was surprised too” he laughs at the comment, pushing of the second shoe off your feet, he stands up, unfolding the blanket near the edge of your bed and wrapping you in it. this is all so soft, which is unlike both of you, you both were like rough edges clashing together, always bickering— being chaotic, being anything but honest or quiet.

“i’ll leave now y/n, I feel we should talk tomorrow” gojo satoru isn't all soft, he really wants to place a kiss on your forehead and stay here but all he does is, pat your head and turns around to leave, heart beating little faster and eyes looking a little happier. though, he couldn't move any further,

your hand holds the hem of his sleeve, he doesn't move away once you stop him, will you again say don't go toru’, oh lord, he won't have any self restrains, you really shouldn't.

he looks back at you, doe eyes scanning him, but isn't saying anything, you are a wreck, full of mixed signals, why would you not tell him to stop if you wanted him to stay, why won't you speak,

he waits a minute or two, yellow dim lights as both pair of eyes just look into each other, before he sighs removing your hand, lowering himself to whisper something to you “go to bed y/n”

“then come to bed with me satoru” and that day we lost another soldier named gojo satoru, people.

Can I also get added to the tag list for the oikawa x reader (kuroo x reader) fic?

Yessss and to everyone who also asked to be the taglist you will be added to it. The taglist will get closed after this chapter though :)