Aki Hayakawa; A Thread

aki hayakawa; a thread ೋღ ⚡️ ღೋ

pls i love him

𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

; you use to be a painter who paints explicit content for a living when a mf came up to you, asking if you'd like to paint one again, just for him (a painter of the night type beat)

warnings: literally nsfw//gojo smoking//fingering//slight degradation//spanking

"you're y/n, right? the one who paints-"

you sighed at his statement. sure you've painted something so sinful for a living but you've stop doing it to take your mind off of things like that.

the man in front of you noticed your uncomfortableness as he chugged in his green tea. "i'm just excited to finally meet the amazing painter. i really like your work," he commented. you only nodded in reply.

"say, would you mind painting one for me?" he asked making you choked on your tea. "i don't do stuff like that anymore, sorry," you said while getting up from the chair across him. you walked away when a hand wrapped themself around your wrist, pulling you onto the person's lap.

"if you said you didn't do those things anymore, then why is there a recent painting of yours here?" he hummed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you scanned the table and mentally slapped at your stupidity.

the said painting was spread across the table in front of you. you scanned the painting looking for yesterday's date, ah there it was, on the top left corner. "so, what's it gonna be, princess? would you paint one for me?" he asked again, lips slowly tracing against your neck.

you quickly shook your head a no, placing your painting back into its folder. the man's hands were still wrapped around your waist. you tried to escape but he was stronger than you, making it hard to escape his grip.

he sighed at your disobedient self. "i might just strip you here and now if you don't paint for me," the threat made you stop squirming. you looked into his eyes to see if he was joking. yup, he wasn't kidding after all.

you sighed as you nod your head. gojo's face beamed in delight as he took you home. he lead you into a room with a woman who was lying on her stomach on a mattress on the floor.

gojo told you to feel like home as you placed your art supplies on the floor. "hey baby," the woman slurred, her hands wrapping around the male's neck. your cheeks heats up at the view of a shirtless gojo. you gripped your brush impatiently, wanting for them to quickly start so that you can quickly finish this shit.

a few minutes later, the woman and gojo already had their skin clapping against each other. your cheeks flushed, trying to concentrate at the blank sheet in front of you. the heat between your thighs increases at the sight of gojo slamming into the woman who was all on fours.

gojo's eyes gazed towards you. a smirk tugged on his lips seeing you being all flustered. "aren't you gonna paint?" he asked as the woman released her juice over his cock. you glanced down at your paper. the grip on your brush tightens, mentally scolding yourself for staring and wondering how it feels like to be beneath him.

the now fully clothed woman thanked gojo, wished you a good night and left the room. you gulped nervously at the sickening aura surrounded the room.

"why haven't you started anything yet?" he asked again, puffing out smoke from his pipe. you bit your lip, refraining yourself to answer. "oi, answer me," his hand grabbed your face making you look at him directly into his blue ocean orbs. "i- uh," you murmured, thinking of an answer.

"you enjoyed watching me fuck that woman, don't you? want me to fuck you like that as well, princess?" he asked, smirking at your red tinted cheeks. you looked away from his face, embarrassed that as if he read your thoughts.

he slowly brought his lips to meet yours. it felt passionate at first. so this is how he got most women wrap around his finger, you thought while letting his tongue explore your mouth. he slipped off your clothes and threw them across the room, leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

“so wet already,” he hummed, his finger pressed on your clothed clit. you squirmed, telling him that you'll paint as soon as he let go. gojo did. he let you go and left the room. you sobbed into the palm of you hands. how could you think and want something like that to happened to you. he literally somewhat like forced you to this.

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later that night, gojo gave you a private room for you to ease your mind and finish of your painting. you thanked him for that but the problem was that there wasn't any image in your head for you to paint on the sheet of paper in front of you.

you sighed in frustration, crumpling the 12th paper that night. i need some inspiration, you thought as you exited the room. the hallways were dark, only a small of light was illuminated from the bright moon in the sky.

you turned a corner and hit something big. "hey doll, have you finished painting?" a voice asked. ah shit. you looked up and saw the devil himself. "uh, haha, nope, not yet, i don't have an inspiration for it," you laughed nervously.

gojo leaned towards you making you take a step back until you're trap between him and the wall. "inspiration? want me to help you with that?" he offered, biting your earlobe. your breath hitched as his hands starts to untie the knots of your silkie robe.

a yelp escaped your mouth as he carried you back to your room. once inside and the door closed, gojo didn't hesitant to take off every single clothing on you, leaving you now completely naked beneath him.

he mouth went straight to your breasts. tongue twirling your nipples as you squirmed under him. "ngh, s-satoru," you squeaked. gojo went down, leaving kisses and marks all over your stomach until he stopped at your opening. "hah, you're soaking!" he laughed, making you flushed with embarrassment.

"shut up idiot, do you want me to paint or not," you grumbled, looking to the side trying to hide your red face. gojo laughed, sticking two fingers into your dripping pussy. "f- ahh," you moaned, gripping the sheets. he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you a moaning mess.

"satoru, i- i want you, now, please!" you begged as you cummed all over his fingers. and without further ado, he pushed his cock into you, making you arch your back against the sheet. "fuck!" you screamed, nails gripping his back. "hah, y/n, you're still tight," he huffed, pushing his member in and out of you.

you were enjoying it, until he turned you over. face down into the sheets and your ass up. "ngh, ahh~" left your lips multiple times. that was when a smack rang through your ears. "wha-" another spank land onto your ass. you hissed in pain (and pleasure). "that's for you to remember this very night," he then flipped you so that you can face him again.

he kept on thrusting into you over and over again as you came for the second time that night. "satoru! i can't anymore," tears trickling down your face at the amount of pleasure he's giving you. he grabbed your face and brought it close to his face. "i haven't cum yet, plus you've always my dick inside that slutty pussy of yours, don't ya," he smirked as he tossed your face and continued to rearrange your insides.

after a few more thrusts, he shot his seed into your clenching walls as you came with him again as well. you collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving tiredly, as gojo put on his clothes back on. "you've got your inspiration, now finish that painting," he said before leaving you all alone in your room.

That new student

Where Reki Kyan (the guy from Sk8 the Infinity) is the new transfer student at Fukurodani High, who captured you and your attention from Akaashi.

"good morning!"

a new voice that you weren't familiar with chirped from the front of your class. "he has a skateboard with him?" you wondered silently, tilting your head in curiosity.

"ok, reki, please take your seat beside (y/n), raise your hand please," your teacher ordered. you put up your hand and the red headed boy went towards the seat next to you.

"cool skateboard," you whispered to him, your eyes at the blackboard. "t-thanks?" reki replied as he continued to jot down notes from the front. 

»»————-　✼　————-««

“hey, wanna go to lunch with us?” you asked him, with akaashi by your side. reki looked up to face you and the male beside you. "oh, the name's (y/n) and this gorgeous man is akaashi," you said. reki eyed akaashi and he swore to the heavens above that he noticed the boy's cheeks turned little shades of pink because of the compliment that you gave him.

"uh, yeah sure!" he said cheerfully making you jump in surprise by his enthusiasm. "oh and can you bring your skateboard as well?" you asked shyly at your request. but boy reki was excited when someone mentioned about skateboards. he took his skateboard and hurried after you and akaashi. his eyes widened with excitement at the board you're holding in your left arm.

"you skate too?!" he shouted excitedly making everyone in the cafeteria faced the trio. "yeah and please keep your voice down," you whispered. reki only replied with a nod.

akaashi eyed you both as he ate his lunch by the side quietly. he's used to you practicing your skills on the board during lunch. it's always both of you, only the both you behind the school, so that you can practice peacefully. but now with reki here, he feels like as if he's slowly drifting away. he plays volleyball while you skateboard. a sport that he really has no interest in.

sure you both can talk about volleyball since you follow to all of his games and practices. but about skateboard, it's a lil complicated for him. before reki came, you'd always teach him about your fav sport but he would always give up and say that he just really doesn't enjoy the sport. and you're not mad about it anyway since you respect his opinion.

"(y/n), I'll be heading to class now," akaashi said as he got up, leaving you and reki alone. "eh? already? well, okay see you in class," you said as you watched reki did another cool trick on his board.

»»————-　✼　————-««

"reki! let's go home together!" you said grabbing his arm. "ok, ok, let's go!" he said as both of you ran towards the school gates. "oh, let me call akaashi for a minute," you grabbed your phone and dialed the boy's number.

"moshi moshi?" akaashi answered. "hey pretty boy! reki and I are waiting for you at the-" "oh, sorry (y/n), I'm already on the train with bokuto-san," akaashi apologized. you pouted as you ended the call. "so? where is he?" reki asked as you grabbed his hand and walked out of the school. "he's already on his way home," you huffed, the pout not leaving your face.

»»————-　✼　————-««

akaashi let out a sigh after you ended the call. bokuto looked at him worrying. "akaashi? are you ok?" he asked even though he knows that his friend wasn't.

"oh, nothing. (y/n) is just being very close to reki even though they just met," he said, covering his face with his hands. "reki? oh that new guy, well I see why (y/n) left you for him," bokuto laughed and groaned as akaashi hit the back of his head.

they soon reached their stop and separate ways. akaashi entered his house and shut the door behind him. "youre home early. i thought you'd be at (y/n)'s house," his mom said.

she found someone new to hang with.

he mumbled slowly and went upstairs to his room. he sat on his bed with a glassed frame picture of you and him in his hands, thinking that you would leave him for reki.

"damn, didn't know I was that clingy," he let out a shaky laugh with tears slowly going down his face.

𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 十八

a semi eita x reader

story inspired by 18 (anarbor) because this song reminds me of him (≧▽≦)

being 18 and still living under your parents watch was sometimes a pain in the ass. your parents were sometimes strict, especially now during your college days.

you always dreamed of renting a house or an apartment and having a roommate. but your parents made you stay at home with them so that they can keep an eye on you.

curfew's at 10pm, thank god you don't have to close the cafe you're working at. "hey hey hey! guess what the manager did?" chanwoo, your colleague and best friend, said excitedly, walking towards you. you turned to him, raising a brow. "she hired a band to play at the cafe! she said it'll look aesthetic! i wonder if there are any handsome ones," he said, eyes shining with excitement.

you laughed at his statement. oh how you wish you can be free like him, going around, meeting new people here and there. you snapped out of your thoughts when chanwoo shakes you lightly. "y/n look! they're about to play!" he said, shaking you furiously. you crossed your arms as you saw your senpai, semi eita, placing his guitar strap around his neck.

"hello everyone! I'm semi eita and we're going to play 18 by anarbor for you guys," he said, earning an applause from the customers in the cafe. you heard of semi before as he was a big deal in your college. he was a powerhouse school graduate, has piercings, and rumour has it that he somehow looks like a real life miyamura, except the black hair of course.

the band starts to play as chanwoo fangirled beside you while you were on you phone, chatting with your old friend, tendou.

"so if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you're all grown up,"

semi sang, making you look up from your phone. you turned it off, and set it aside as you watched him intensely. listening to those lyrics makes you feel as if he was singing about you, since the lyrics made you relate to them.

"if long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby, then you're in luck,"

he continued, sending a wink towards your way, making your eyes widened in shock and flustration. semi smirked at your reaction and continued singing.

"you wanna piss off your parents, baby, piss off your parents, that's alright with me,"

with that, the song ended, everyone in the cafe gave them a standing ovation as the band gave them their thanks. "that was amazing semi!" chanwoo cheered from the counter. semi gave him a thanks and gazed towards you, eyes locking in each other's stare. you noticed and looked down towards the floor making semi smiled with glee.

semi and the band stayed in the cafe until 8 ish. you were cleaning up the counter when a shadow towered over you. "how may I help you, sir," you said looking up to face him.

"may I order your number, to go," he smirked at his words. you mentally choked on your saliva. what did he sayyy, you thought. "haha, look pal, I ain't got time for this," you said while crossing your arms.

"and I'm not gonna repeat my order," he said. oh lord, how you wish you could just wipe that damn smirk off his fine face. wait- "look princess, I noticed how you blushed and look away during my performance," he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"tsk, I didn't blush," you said, rolling your eyes. he was so closed to you, your nose was almost touching. and damn, your friends weren't wrong when they described the way he looks. he was literally another version of miyamura!

those piercings on his left ear and his long silver hair, oh my god. i wonder if he even has tattoos underneath his shirt, you thought, mentally slapping yourself in your head. "oi, take a picture , it'll last longer," he teased, earning another eye roll from you.

"say, if I didn't give you my number, what're you gonna do?" you taunted him with a smirk. "I'm gonna do it again, and again, until you give em to me," he replied, smirking as well. you backed away from him, thinking.

it would be cool to be a rebel sometimes, you thought. you imagined dating your senpai in secret, without your parents knowing. going out in secret and breaking the rules makes you feel good. you imagined going out to concerts, playing arcade games or probably even make a mural on the ugly wall next to your campus with spray paints and just simply breaking a few light laws made your adrenaline rush through your body.

"alright, senpai," you said walking over towards the taller boy. "show me what you got," you said, extending your hand for him to hand over his phone. semi smirked at your response, thinking about how great you'll be once you're his.

Just oikawa begging for your attention from under the desk😼

Warning: nsfw?!!

"babyyy"

your boyfriend, oikawa toru, whined from your bed, his voice muffled from the pillow his covering on his face.

"I'm busy, toru," you replied, eyes not leaving your computer screen. "oikawa, again?" your enemy, kenma, asked. "yeah, his being very whiny today," you rolled your eyes playfully. "hey! come on, spend some time with me please," he whined again, facing your back.

"right after I finish killing kenma," you said, earning a "oh you're on!" from him through your headphones. "you've been looking at your computer for hours, y/n! why don't you look at your pretty boyfriend for once?" he suggest.

(pls, I feel like he would literally say that🙄✋🏻)

you ignored him as you continued your game with kenma. "oh, ignoring me now, are you?" he said with a low voice so that you can't hear him. oikawa got off from your bed, walking towards your figure.

he quietly slipped down underneath your desk, pushing both of your thighs apart. "oikawa, what the hell are you doing?" you flinched at his cold hands.

"be quiet, cutie, or kenma will hear you," he whispered as his hands pulled down your shorts along with your panties, showing your now wet folds. "t-toru, not now please," you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I haven't even touch you and you're already soaking wet, huh princess?" he snickered, diving his face almost instantly into your cunt, licking every essence of what you had offered. "gah! toru!" you whispered yelled, biting your lip to stop moaning.

"uh, y/n, are you okay?" asked kenma after hearing your small gasp. "yeah, I'm fin- oh!" you moaned again. oikawa, who still had his face deep in your pussy, smirked at your sounds of pleasure. if he can't get his attention from you, might as well getting it by himself.

kenma, who sensed what was going on, quickly excused himself from the game by saying he needs to use the restroom for a moment.

you on the other hand, took off your headphones and roughly pulled oikawa's hair, making him face you. you looked at him in annoyance as his face was covered in your juices.

"want my attention so badly, huh?" you smirked as you hoisted him up and threw him onto your bed. you crawled above him and sat on his hips, hands fiddling with the zipper to unzip his pants.

"then I'll give all the attention that you need," you whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe in the process, making him shiver as well as glad to make you give him his treatment.

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bonus! next day

"so, did you guys used protection yesterday?" asked kenma during the game. "yeah we- wait," you gasped as your cheeks heat up furiously. "kenma, I swear if you go around telling kuroo or-" "tell me about what?" you heard kuroo's voice entering kenma's room. "and yeah, he did tell me everything," kuroo said making you die of embarrassment on the spot.

pairings: gojo satoru x fem!reader x fushiguro megumi warnings: 18+ overstimulation  wc: 1.8k  summary: gojo knows fushiguro is a fast learner, he just needs to handle the mental aspects

a/n: shoutout to @pomsuki for listening to my screaming and screaming back with me and helping me figure out how to make this work! lol i said i was going to finish the sukuna smut but this pairing got the better of me

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