YOU FEEL BETTER?

YOU FEEL BETTER?

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

genre: smut (with a wee bit of angst for plot)

warnings: penetration, mirror sex, cheating (not mattsun), size kink, choking, use of good girl, slight dumbification, female reader, stretch marks reader, body image difficulties mentioned

some fluff there too and it’s kinda long

Play ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz when reader goes outside for better feels

MDNI

You never thought you’d see the day Oikawa cheats on you. In front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, but he got what he finally wanted for himself and his team for years.

You worked a ton, trying to care for your hospitalized father. You got the tickets to the National game with whatever leftover money you had and a little help from the rest of the team. You were there at all the gatherings, get-togethers; anything you could to make up for your lack of presence at games, but they were so expensive and you’ll be damned if you ask the team for money to pitch in frequently.

Needless to say, you appeared as the captains girlfriend, close to being fiancé. You’d been right there since the first team sleepovers, right by his side the whole time. Now he was getting the well deserved credit as captain he deserved from his team, his fans, and you.

You were his own little surprise for nationals. You planned a dinner with everyone there but Oikawa, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Iwaizumi pitched in the most, his excuse being he just had money to spare (even though you know he’s like a big brother and would take care of you until the end of time), but you thanked everyone graciously.

To scale back a bit, you grew up with Mattsun and Makki. They where inseparable, and once you got attached to Mattsun, Makki was the last of the package. Matsukawa had no boundaries at all. Coming in while you were obviously changing in the bathroom, body slamming you on the bed, when you were on facetime with someone he’d come in the camera and join the conversation—there’s nothing you haven’t seen him do and there’s nothing he hasn’t seen you do—including sexually. You walked in once on him jerking off, he continued and asked if you could turn the light off. On the other hand, after an argument you have a promise to always say ‘I love you,’ and he puts you on the inner side of the sidewalk.

Later, his friends eventually became yours. Whenever you were mad at Tooru, a group sleepover was planned. Whenever Makki couldn’t come, Mattsun was fine with it being just you two, he didn’t mind. Any issues you had that were too overwhelming to handle alone, you went to Mattsun for.

The guy in a constant manspread with a caprisun always in hand somehow seemed to know what to do; you trust him with your life. Every breakup, he was there for you, and you made it your job to reciprocate.

You have a different type of trust with Tooru though. No boundaries were overstepped with Mattsun once you set them as well. Therefore, your relationship thrived with the brunette for years. There were always Mattsun’s snarky comments that he said just to piss Oikawa off, but everyone giggled and thought nothing of it while he pouted.

Okay so, Oikawa was basically famous. He had off-putting fangirls that usually backed off once you were in the picture, but there were some that didn’t. You accepted this fact since he was the one that came home to you in the end, and because Makki made *secret* gagging noises whenever they yelled for Tooru from the stands.

You dealt with them all the way up until today. The day where on the last deuce point, the ball fell on the opposite side of the court, just on the line. Roars from the crowd sounded, the team banner was waved even higher, and the chants turned into screams. On the court, the guys were in pure joy, hugging and bellowing in relief—they had made it.

This was the part where you’d come in! You hopped over the stands with flowers and more. As expected, he was a flowers man, and once you found out you sat them on your apartment table for whenever he came over. You move hastily through the throng of people crowding the court until you find your extremely sweaty friends. They were ecstatic and could probably cry any second.

“You guys were amazinggg!” You dragged out. Iwa found you happily, sweeping you off your feet with a bear hug. Kindaichi and Makki joined, leading to a group team hug with the players who weren’t talking to their thrilled parents. They finally put you back down.

You pull down your riding up mid-thigh length dress, “Okay, I’ll find Oikawa. I have a surprise for you guys too!” You give a gleeful smile and wave, then turn around to start your journey.

Except it ends a lot quicker than you thought it would.

Almost immediately you find him laughing with another. He wins the game of his dreams and decides some random over you. Who even was she? She calms him down by placing her hands on his biceps, then going on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands meet at her waist with a smile, clearly no problem that he’s detecting. It definitely wasn’t the first time.

People casually walk past the space that separates you and him when your heart drops to your feet. The presents you were so eager to give him for his accomplishment droop to your sides, you can’t do anything but stand in astonishment. You were livid and overwhelmed.

The voices behind you of the team halted. You assumed they saw what you saw, and when you turned around and looked at the rest of them, their jaws were dropped just as yours. Some look at you in sympathy, other’s gazes like Iwaizumi and even Kyōtani had nothing but pure anger leaking through them, and the ones left deadpanned Oikawa; just waiting for him to look up. They loved you just as much as Oikawa did—or so you thought.

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to throw his promise necklace around your neck at him after you rip it off. You wanted to throw the flowers you got him at his feet and stomp on them.

But you couldn’t. This was also the rest of the team’s big day, and you didn’t want to make a scene. You turn back around. Hundreds of people are around you in the stadium as you stand shaking at what you’re looking at. Did all of them see it? You shrink in your spot. The kiss was interrupted by Iwa taking his arm harshly and dragging him to a nearby door, but not before he got a good look at your face. His brown hair fell over fearful eyes of regret.

This would be the last look. Tears rolled down your face when you think about what you sacrificed to get here. For how long? Did she know about you? Did you kiss the same mouth that may have had her lipstick on it at some point? You were sensitive, not soft. You knew by no chance you’d take him back, and all you could think was ‘fuck him.’

You set down the gifts for the team on the court and take this as your cue to speed-walk away, the call of your name not even making you look back. You wipe your tears as you exit and pick up the pace. You knew you were anything but, though you felt idiotic thinking back on all this, his own tardiness excuses being clear. With that thought, insecurities you didn’t even know you had came pouring in.

He was Tooru fucking Oikawa. Who were you? Some girl he put a title on making minimum wage? You turn the corner trying to make it to Mattsun’s car, you rode with him to not raise suspicion. Luckily you had the key, him forcing you to drive back.

She was gorgeous, you can’t lie, beautiful curly blonde hair with glasses—clearly you were never his type. Stretch marks decorated you and you always felt heavy, but he continued to express he didn’t mind when you sat on him. You hear footsteps behind you to ignore. You did not want to deal with this right now. You wanted to break things and cry your heart out doing it.

Quickly they caught up to you, hands turning you around and pulling you close, not saying a word. You saw Mattsun resting his head on yours, breathing heavy from running after the game of his life. Thus, you give in. You’ll apologize for that later too.

He refused to let you go. The 9 o’clock night settles in, bringing an ambiance of comfortable silence after what just happened. You cry softly into his uniform as he holds you tight.

He runs his hand in circles down your back, brushing your hair with the other. He foxily reaches in your back pocket for the keys. With a beep, the car door unlocks, and he guides you to the front seat. First he sits down and lowers his seat back, then he pulls you in after so you could position yourself comfortably on top. You never wanted him to let you go. You hug him and enjoy his presence. Honestly, you pray you weren’t hurting him while he gives you time to process.

“I’m sorry. I wish we knew.” He whispers.

Your feet are in the passenger seat since you’re spread over the console where he holds you like a child. Shaking your head against him, you tell him it’s okay. The light from the car goes off, leaving the two of you in the dark completely when he moves a piece of hair out of your face and drags a finger down your nose bridge, knowing it’ll instantly put you to sleep.

“Don’t you still have awards to do?” You sob.

“They can wait.”

You snuggle into him further, you love being like this but he definitely did just win nationals. Surprisingly, you can’t smell the sweat through your sniffles.

“You have to go.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

You peer up at him and he peers down at you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You have to go because I said so.”

After some contemplation he rolls his eyes and chuckles, “fine, yes ma’am. Now get your sweet ass off me since you want me to go so bad.”

You relocate to the passenger seat where he hands you the keys.

“You want me to send someone out here with you?”

Once again you shake your head, he gives you a side smile before closing the door going back in. You turn your phone on for light and fall asleep reminiscing. That was the end. You were no longer in a relationship with Tooru Oikawa.

—————

You’re awoken by pots and pans rattling in the kitchen of what is familiar as Mattsun’s house. He sat you down on the couch while you were asleep, almost knowing you were going to wake up hungry.

“Morning,” he says. It’s 11 pm.

—————

You eat and settle into his room since he insisted to take the couch. He has one of those big propped up mirrors with the colored frame. ‘This does add some vibrance to his room’ you think. Passing by it and the dresser, the thoughts almost instantly reform.

You catch yourself judging your own body again, suddenly finding everything that could be disliked about you. Did you talk too much? Were you overwhelming? You’re realizing how unhealthy it is to think about what could have made him cheat on you rather than the fact that he cheated, but you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side for a better angle of your thigh marks, an obvious frown forming on your face. Matsukawa happens to walk in and spots you, a different frown of his own making its way.

“Stop.”

You fix yourself, “You don’t even know what I was thinking about.”

He scoffs, “like hell I don’t. He’s a dipshit for even thinking of doing something like that to someone like you.”

You turn your head to him in question, “Someone like me?”

He walks past and bluntly stares you up and down in front of the mirror. “Usually girls with stretch marks have good pussy. You get it from your mom, she’s hot too.” He smirks.

“Mattsun!” You shove him over. How is it he could be so vulgar in times like this?!

He throws his hands up in defense, then pops the last of the snicker he was holding in his mouth. He walks back over, behind you in the mirror, and trails a finger over your marks. You cringe and watch in the reflection.

“They’re your accessory.”

“Whatever.” You reply. He uses two fingers to guide you to turn a little, taking a closer look.

“All it does is show that your body growth couldn’t fit into your skin. Personally, I like something to grab on.”

You hide your smile, slowly starting to believe him. He looks around to the other side, finding matching ones to compliment.

“But that’s personally, meaning that’s just you. Not everyone likes them.” You retaliate. He stops in his tracks and looks at you from the side.

He twists you straight by your hips, correctly towards the mirror. You see him directly behind you to watch. His hands reach up to your neck, impressively undo the clasp, then leisurely peel off the ring necklace from your chest. Once you register yourself without the trademark promise jewelry in the glass, you look back at his eyes in examination. You find a smug yet serious expression, and he drops the necklace plainly to the floor.

“You don’t need everyone.”

He looks in your eyes. You slowly nod. He was entrancing when stern, no other words needed to be said for you to listen, even when heavy-hearted. He directed your eye back into the mirror with the slight push of your jaw.

“You see this body right here? It’s not for everyone.” He lowers his tone. His hands situate back on your hips, rubbing them loosely while he dictates.

“Some can handle it, some can’t.”

You look at him through the mirror to listen closely. You clear your throat to gather up the voice for your question, the discarded necklace already forgotten.

“Can you?” You inquire softly.

He slowly lowers himself down to your ear.

“Wanna find out?”

You scan his eyes for jokes. Your 3-4 year relationship went down the drain, but you realize the one you needed most held up. You can’t think of a time he wasn’t there for you. While your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to keep his reputation alive, you were trying to keep someone close to you the same. Oikawa was just overly charismatic by nature.

There was a reason you went to Mattsun first for everything and he knew it. To keep your relationship alive (that you swore up and down you were happy in), he dismissed it. But now as he was staring into your eyes, the urge to kiss you has never been higher—especially since you just gave him the go.

So why not accept the invitation?

He unites your lips. You immediately return the gesture, slotting together slowly, deep and somehow loving. Twisting around, you wrap your arms around his neck.

You’ve never kissed him before, but damn you wish you had. He tastes like chocolate and his large hands feel so good roaming your body. The ongoing kiss was almost necessary, the pent up emotion the both of you had seeping through it. He groans when you suck his tongue and you make it your job to pull it out of him again. He easily gets you off the ground by reaching both hands behind your thighs and tapping. Following directions, you jump and giggle.

He smiles into the kiss and catches you, no struggle. He can, in fact, handle your body.

You move your falling hair out of the way and return to your previous position. You can definitely get used to making out with him. Walking over to the bed, he lowers you down. He casually hovers over you while you embrace each other, making you more desperate, back arching up to reach him. He caresses one of the legs wrapped around his waist when he pulls back to ask a final question.

“You want this?”

You tease him a bit, ignoring what he was actually asking concerning your past relationship.

“Do you want me?”

Without reluctancy, he breathes out, “I need you. Really fucking bad. But that wasn’t my question.”

You’re shocked at the sudden tone, declaring yet desperate. You start to rethink your relationship. Have you been blind this whole time?

“Yes, I do want it.”

“Want what? It, or me?” He wasn’t letting it slide.

“…I want you.”

He smiles and holds your chin delicately, fulfilling your needs with another kiss.

“Good girl.”

You grin giddily and push him over to his back, straddling his hips. His lips feel ten times better on yours, somehow overriding your past boyfriend’s in an indescribable way. Your nicely manicured hands never find a stopping point as they run down his chest. His sweats have much to hide, though they obviously aren’t doing their job well.

Mattsun has walked around with his print clearly showing all the time. You’re not sure if he discontinued this habit since you were coming over less (due to your dramatic ex’s discomfort), and you didn’t care then, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way the fabric outlined the entirety of him perfectly.

You knew he was big. You’ve seen him, but never completely hard. You almost laugh out loud awkwardly when you realize whenever someone said he had ‘big dick energy,’ they could only guess. Now as you were feeling curiously past the drawstring, he only sat motionless to watch your enlarging eyes and outwardly laugh at you once your fingers drag from the base to the tip under your own body. It was almost inviting and bigger than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Will it fit?…” You think. What you didn’t know was that you actually said it.

“Sorry, what was that?”

You redirect your gaze back to his face. He wears a shit-eating grin and has his hand that was on your hip by his ear, tilted to you in fake question. You swallow, and shyly ask again.

“Trust me princess, we’ll make it fit.” He hums.

The comforting feeling of him comes back when his charming hands roll your dress up. Now it was obvious he was looking at you through the mirror positioned at the foot of his bed, because he was fixated on the view of the pretty lace you wore curving over your ass. Technically it was part of Oikawa’s gift, but it’s being put to good use.

“You like it?” You move your hair out of the way and sway a bit, before slowly stepping to your knees in front of the bed.

“Can it be my wallpaper?”

You whole heartedly laugh. Sex with him is somehow fun rather than awkward, taking into consideration you’ve known him since you were a kid.

Looking up into his eyes you observe pure longing radiating his body. Reaching his lower abdomen as he leaned back was easy, like how easy it was to take him out. You found his length quickly and took it into both hands to lick a stripe from the middle to his tip. You sucked hard, seemingly kissing the top, then his hand found your hair to immediately push you downward towards your own fingers. You choked due to his actions.

“Can you take it all?” He smirks down at you. He was almost belittling you, the taunting giving nothing but encouragement. You nod with your head still almost at the base, mouth more than full, forcing yourself deeper with your tongue out to not neglect his balls. You sputter again as saliva leaks from your lips, barely reaching the bottom. He curls his hips upwards to negate all restrictions you had.

“Fuck…that’s it, open up just a little more for me.” You literally couldn’t go any farther with your nose deep in his skin. Once he holds you for a while, he bobs your head up and down for you, your jaw slack. You tried your best not to gag.

You can’t resist touching yourself with your panties to the side. His head thrown back is enough to fuel your arousal.

Throating him, your eyes are naturally closed, but you have to get in the habit of opening them. He loves seeing your pretty orbs and lashes glaze over with tears once his dick is too much for you. How he almost cums on the spot because no other woman has taken him this deep. The up and down motions of your head in his lap through the mirror not showing everything, but enough is implied. When he finally lets you up to breath ‘cause you tapped out, but a lopsided smile still decorates your face after your throat flexed beautifully around the shaft. You can barely speak, but you’ll still happily stick your tongue out so he can slap his head teasingly on it, smiling down at you. You stretch yourself with his size in mind, just praying he doesn’t rip you apart. With just the thought you add an extra finger to make three. He didn’t know how nasty you were in bed, he could only imagine, but now he didn’t have to because you were right in front of him doing it all.

The praise keeps you going, joy spreading through your body even in your current position to please him. He suggests you get accustomed to getting sloppy (because it’s the only lube you’re gonna get). You like the word accustomed, meaning it wasn’t gonna be just one time. But what were you? Friends? Friends with benefits? Anyway, he refuses to cum anywhere but on you, especially when you haven’t came yourself yet. Then again, that doesn’t mean you weren’t soaking.

He orders you to your feet where you slip your panties off. He turns you around to your makeup for the occasion ruined, slight tear stains, and your dress being pulled off in the mirror. Then, he gives you choices as he unclasps your bra.

“So, what should we do…you wanna ride me and bounce in the mirror? Or would you rather watch as you get slutted out and bent over?” He offers.

The idea of him alone pounding into you from behind while he forces your glance to the glass thrills you. You request the second, then turn back around and crawl into position on the bed. He smiles to himself at your obedience and follows right behind you.

He pushes in a few fingers to check, shocking you, then once he decides you were stretched, pulls them out.

“Still on birth control?” You nod, he knew from all the times you complained about keeping up with the timing. You braced yourself when his flush tip poked into you from behind, later slowly inching its way inside.

He almost passed out the way you clenched around him. You didn’t have a choice: he was thick and filled you out completely. He was so big. You let your head drop as your muscles tense at the intrusion, he wasn’t even bottomed out yet. You tell him to keep going (since you decided to deal with the penetrating pain all at once), and once he was pressed against you, you regretted that decision. You underestimated it. You needed a few minutes, he was practically reaching your stomach. Some time after unstirring bodies and heavy breaths, you finally suck it up and rock backwards.

Then you do it again. And again. Until it goes from painful, to uncomfortable, to nothing at all.

“You okay?”

You respond with a faint yes. If anything you were more than okay. He started meeting you half way there, and that’s when you finally look up into the mirror. You were on your elbows, face flushed, with Mattsun rolling his hips ever so slowly into you from behind.

It was fucking hot, yet the longing you felt never left. He stops his hips when you get a glimpse of him grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He records his hand on the height of your ass from your arch, and the way your pussy gratefully gripped his length when you pushed yourself back on him. Face down ass up, you had to work for it. You swallowed him whole. Amused, he watched your body contract and expand from the travel of the middle of his dick to the head. How his veins got sucked in by you, like you were molded just for him. You trusted Mattsun so you made sure to moan a little louder.

“I know you love it baby, the way I stuff you.“

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slightly teased you inch by inch of the way, whether it was verbally or physically. Rubbing himself against your entrance, degrading words, anything. It was honestly starting to piss you off. He was completely aware.

“Faster…” He just laughs evilly. He stops recording and throws his phone to the side to run his hands down your body.

“Drop the attitude and ask again, then maybe I’ll consider.”

You roll your eyes, resulting in the slap of your ass. He did start thrusting again though. You hiss, sigh, and ask again.

“Faster, please.” You whine. His face reads completely unbothered when he removes his shirt. He was going agonizingly slow, just to annoy you even more. In his mind, if you weren’t at the point of punching him in the face, then he wasn’t edging you enough. He should feel bad.

He doesn’t.

Fucking into you was nice he thought. The way he entered deep and slow as you groan at the reflection. Savoring your body. But you heard it. The way girls screamed his name when you stayed over. In fact, you were there when he had to get his headboard bolted to the wall. You could barely pay for your apartment along with groceries, so you had no choice but to deal with some that were even louder because you were there to try and scare you away. He’d walk back out like nothing happened, say bye, then proceed to offer you a drink. Little did you know, the entire reasoning behind it was you. No matter how many women he tried to bring in and distract himself with, none held the same effect that you do on him.

You give up trying and continue rocking back onto him yourself. Desperately attempting to reach the spot you needed and knew he could hit. It only angered you worse when he just wouldn’t. Clearly it showed on your face.

“You’re so funny, you know that? I thought I was bad, but the way you’re practically begging for me is hilarious.”

He laughed at you once more and with the sudden singular snap of his hips, you jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

You were caught off guard. He grabs a hold of your waist hard enough to leave marks, then shifts his weight on your back. This gets you further into the bed, enhancing your arch. The thrust that ensues pushes you back and forth with enough force to lead into the next—relentlessly, he drives into you. You can barely breathe. Your eyes go wide in the mirror and you can’t move, the only option is to sit there and take it. You drop to your chest.

“Oh my god-Issei,” You choke out, you can’t really speak with your chin attached to his bed, “P-please you have to-!“

“Wait? Thought this was what you wanted princess? Now that I know you’ll look like this, I’m not sure if I can bring myself to.”

He moved one hand to your hair, exactly what he thought was the perfect handle. He pulled upwards once he wrapped his hands in it to make sure you were watching in the reflection. Furthermore, you are elevated right back up to your elbows.

“You see that? Watch how you get dicked down by your ex’s best friend. In fact, I might send that video to him later.”

You cry out his name again, the image of Oikawa’s face once he opens the notification making you smile. Endlessly, Issei rams into you. His cock splits you open. The recoil is insane, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Just as Issei does, the situation, everything.

Suddenly, he slows his thrusts. With his grip still on your head you look back at him weakly, and he almost came right there. The atmosphere and the room are hot, but he’ll still say the hottest thing here is you. The kiss he gives you is sloppy.

“God you’re sexy. If you look away from the mirror I’ll stop, pretty. See what I see.”

You nod your head. It wasn’t good enough.

“Okay.” You mutter. You watch in the mirror image as he builds up speed again and slams into you, tears pinching at your eyes. He constantly talks to you over the loud slapping of skin. His moans (that were more grunts/groans) couldn’t even be heard. You realize now why those girls were screaming, Mattsun was rough in the best way possible. You thought they were exaggerating until no bounce of your ass against him goes unnoticed, every smirk he gave you wanted to kiss it off his face, and every thrust felt like heaven. The warm feeling came rushing like a train, not even building up. He folds his body over yours to get right in your neck as he hugs you from behind.

“You look so gorgeous for me. My pretty girl.”

He just laughs through the words. You babble to answer as more of these statements pile in. You see now, he was waiting for you this whole time. You hate how blind you were for all those years missed, wasted on someone close to him who wasn’t even good for you. You were a mess and yet here he was. It was kinda scary to you how quickly you were over Oikawa, but once he was the one there comforting you, that was all you needed. Now you could finally be his. His pretty girl.

“No one can fuck you like I can. Move your hand.”

He swatted away your mindless right hand placed on his arm behind you. You’re not sure how you held yourself up or how it got there, but you’ve clearly been on one elbow. You tried your best to keep your eyes open. It was so overwhelming, especially when you were so close to cumming already. You didn’t know whether to cry, pass out, or fight to stay awake.

“Please I-Issei, n-nobody can just please,” You huff out. Quickly, back and forth you go, even though his body stops you from flying backwards. Your ass hits him before you get too far back, then that pushes you forwards, where he pulls you back down to repeat. He lets go of your hair and holds your chin up instead. He makes sure to look directly at you in the reflection.

“Fuck-Who’s my pretty girl?”

“Me Issei.”

Your voice gets higher with each thrust. He grunts, nearing his end as you gradually tighten around him.

“Yeah? Who? Say it.”

“Me. I’m…” He accidentally re-angles himself, hitting a spot you never knew would affect you this badly. He’s pretty sure your eyes actually came inward first before you subconsciously closed them, and his finger pad slid on your wet lip as you drift off into subspace.

“Come back to me baby.” He can’t even bring himself to stop fast enough to edge you. Instead, he takes a hard bite to your shoulder and expertly circles your clit with the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw up. To think he could bring you to this point on your first orgasm was insane. The way he slips in and out of your heat quickly, the white ring wrapping around his dick that only gets bigger, and his balls slapping against your skin feeling so so good.

You come back right on time to see and feel yourself squeeze around him. Everything goes white, you try to scream out his name but it comes out only a whisper and a sob, and you realize he was dead serious. Nobody can fuck you the way he just did. Nobody has. He digs his head into your neck for the long awaited spill into you. He’s thought about it so many times, but making you uncomfortable was not an option, especially with Oikawa in the picture. He thought they were innocent until they became progressive, but he didn’t care. You were his now. He thrusts his hips into you further to make sure you felt full with his eyes to your back, watching you twitch and cream on his thick cock in the mirror.

“Shit, I’m your pretty girl Issei...”

He couldn’t do anything but smile. He loves you.

©hxltic

touchy — roommate!hinta shoyo x reader 

wc: 847

It was getting a little concerning. 

Hinata had moved in three months ago, but it wasn’t like he was a total stranger. You’d known him for a couple of years beforehand, and when you were both looking for roommates during college, it seemed like the obvious choice just to get an apartment together. 

And he was the perfect roommate. Which really just made this all the more upsetting for you. 

You really didn’t want to move out or have to search for another place to live. But if Hinata kept touching you like he was doing right now, you were inevitably going to develop a massive crush on him. You would have to move continents in order to maintain the friendship and not completely embarrass yourself. 

He’d always been very affectionate, even before you lived together. Always greeting you with a hug, slinging an arm over your shoulders when you were standing close to him, holding hands in crowded spaces. But ever since you’d become roommates, he’d gotten even more… touchy. And the worst part was that you were enjoying it. Had come very accustomed to it. 

Before he left for his morning runs, right around the time you’d wake up to start your day, you could expect a morning hug. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t even brushed your teeth yet, that your hair was messy and all over the place, and that you were wearing a raggedy old t-shirt as pajamas. Hinata would smile that goddamn perfect smile at you and hug you for a few seconds before leaving. 

And when he came back. Oh god. When he came back all sweaty and flushed he’d give you another hug, and you’d complain about how sweaty he was but never pull away, and he’d laugh before going off to shower and leaving you to finish your breakfast. And then he’d come and sit right next to you at the kitchen table to eat his own breakfast, literally pressed right next to you despite the other side of the table being completely empty. Lately, he’d gotten into the habit of resting his head against your shoulder while he ate, claiming he was tired from getting up so early to run. You suspected this was a lie since he was clearly a morning person, but you’d never shove him off. 

You cooked side by side. Folded laundry side by side. Watched movies on the couch every Friday night, even if Hinata’s friends invited him out to parties. When you asked why he wouldn’t go, he’d shrug and say, “It’s our movie night.”

While you were both in classes, your side felt cold. Empty. Like your body was having tiny withdrawals of the heat that Hinata’s body gave off. Except even after classes, Hinata would appear to walk home with you, slinging an arm across your shoulder, and telling you about his classes that day. 

But right now is when you had decided this was getting concerning. 

It was Saturday morning. So the night before had been movie night, and you’d both stayed up way too late binging old animated movies and fallen asleep on the couch together. You must’ve fallen asleep first because you didn’t remember even finishing the movie you were on. And Hinata must’ve been too lazy to take you both to your own beds (something he’d done before) because when you woke up you were practically lying on top of him, one of his arms around your waist and legs tangled together.

It should’ve been uncomfortable, falling asleep on the couch that barely fit you both. But he was impossibly warm, and he was still sleeping, his warm exhale tickling your face. And he looked so peaceful. 

And then realization settled in, and you realized how you were literally pressed up against him, you’d slept together (not in that way, but still) and you tried to get up off the couch without falling off of it or waking Hinata up. 

He mumbled something, making a noise of indignation (dare you call it a whine?) before pulling you closer, so your head was tucked under his chin. “Don’t wanna get up.”

You exhaled a laugh, smiling when he wiggled because of your breath hitting his neck. You were about to settle back in and go to sleep when you poked your side, making you laugh again. 

“Stop tickling me,” you exhaled, with more breath than necessary to make him laugh again. “I thought you were sleepy?”

“Not anymore,” he yawned, still not letting go of your waist or making any movements to get up. “But I still don’t wanna get up.” 

And it just felt right, to be cuddled together like this on the couch you shared, in your apartment. The fear of what it meant was melting away, and all you could think about was how warm Hinata was, how secure you felt with his arms around you. How you always felt safe around him. 

You’d have to bring it up eventually, you knew that. But for right now, none of it mattered too much.

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i wanna be yours — masterlist

summary: in which bts find themselves completely and utterly infatuated with one of the members of hybe's newest girl group, le sserafim

warnings: age gap (5-10 year age gap), oc is of consenting and legal age, yandere bts, unhealthy, possessive, and obsessive behavior, violence, smut, idol au

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

pairings: ot7 x f. reader

table of contents

01 ✰ 02 ✰ 03 ✰ 04

I'm in a Hoseok mood right now

♡ Jung Hoseok gallery ♡

➯ The rest of the members here!

➯ The ones in blue are my personal favorites <3

➯ As always, thank you to all the lovely authors ♡

Smut - ❦ | Fluff - ☽ | Angst - ❆ | Yandere - ✦

Delta disorder Dom Hoseok | ❦

➯ Sleep paralysis demon Hoseok, horror, supernatural au.

Midnight confessions Dom Hoseok | ❦ ☽ ❆

➯ show host Y/N, coworkers / best friends to lovers.

Change of plans Dom Hoseok | ❦ ☽

➯ Best friends to lovers, rich girl reader, Dior Hobi.

Bound Dom Hoseok | ❦

➯ Friends to lovers, hard bdsm.

Incompetency Dom Hoseok | ❦

➯ Coworkers au, roommates au, mostly smut.

Party on you Dom Hoseok | ❦ ☽

➯ Idol au, friends to lovers.

Upbeat ☽, mild smut?

➯ Underground rapper Hoseok, friends to lovers, two idiots in love, Yoongi is there and I luv him.

Let’s put on a show Mostly sub Hoseok | ❦ ☽

➯ Camboy Hoseok, established relationship.

An uninvited guest Dom Hoseok | ❦ ✦

➯ Psychopath Hoseok, stalking, obsessive behavior, etc. (Please check all the warnings listed in the fanfic before reading)

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A lot of my stories are mature so for that reason minors do not interact.

The stories I write are for creative and fun purposes only. the things I write are fictional and never should be interpreted otherwise.

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Is this winning? summary: you were your owner's golden ticket, getting him the things he craved but nothing was in it for you besides beatings and meeting the only person you cared about. Yet what happens when your fight night goes wrong? You won the fight but at what cost? The future soon comes and things have been taken yet you have things you've gained. Finding yourself in some sunshine ass villa you really begin to wonder is this winning?  1, 2, 3,

drabbles/oneshots: to come...

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drabbles/oneshots: to come...

"Funny seeing you here, princess."

wherein you spend the friday night at a club with some friends and you unexpectedly bump into your stepfather.

gen. tags: reader attends university, afab reader, 18+ reader, toji's in his early 40s, y/n's mom married toji for the money, cheater! mom

will be multi-chaptered, kinda slow pacing and focused on the club. mentioned club is real and i've been there (10/10 it was fun)

recommend listening this with music. it'll make i rlly feel like ure in the club.

cw: age gap, stepcest, corruption kink, more tba

When your mother married Toji Fushiguro, practically everything in your life changed.

Your mother already had a stable source of income but when Toji arrived, her money tripled. When they officially got together, you moved into a new rich neighborhood and had a house big enough to be considered a manor. Heck, you even stopped your part-time job because Toji insisted to pay your whole tuition and apartment's rent for the next few years.

To top it all off, he's pretty fucking hot. The man stood 6'4 tall with dark hair and sharp yet handsome features. His body was built like a god, too. You haven't seen him shirtless yet, but by the looks of it, Toji had a six-pack and a beautifully sculpted body. And he always wore the same tightly-fit black shirts and white sweatpants every day.

You weren't complaining, though. As long as your mother was happy, you couldn't care less about Toji. Sure, you had a little crush on him but you decided to ignore it.

One way of ignoring your little crush was by never going home. You always stayed at your apartment and never even visited their house. If you did, you'd make sure to avoid Toji.

"You're joining us at Xylo later, right Y/N?" Nobara asked you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

Xylo? "I heard that getting a table reservation at that club would cost you a fortune."

"Oh, don't worry about that!" she placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know someone that can get us in within a second."

You checked your schedule on your phone. "I'll think about it..."

"But it's Xylo, Y/N! Xylo. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You can party with the richest people, celebrities, and models. Would you trade that for a boring night?"

"I'd love to, but it's a Friday night. You know how my mother requires me to stay over for the weekend."

Nobara let go of your shoulders. She grinned at you, immediately reading your mind.

"So this is about your little crush on Mr. Fushiguro, huh?"

You shook your head, denying her statement. "Don't say it like that. He's my stepdad. It's weird."

"But you have a crush on him," she reminded you. "you told me about it the first time you met him."

Okay.... yes, you had a crush on him. Yes, it still wasn't going away, and yes, no one knew about it except for Nobara.

"I'm trying to avoid him, okay?" you replied with a sigh. "I'm just hoping that my little crush on him will go away."

"And that's exactly why we need to go out later! There are a bunch of hot people in Xylo. They'll make you forget about him."

You were still hesitant. You haven't gone to any clubs at all. Mainly because you were nervous. How were you supposed to even act in clubs? No one had a manual to do that.

"I have to ask my mom first."

Nobara facepalmed. "It really is your first time, huh?"

"Excuse me?"

She placed two hands on both of your cheeks, slightly squishing them. She forced you to look at her.

"Look, Y/N. You're a full grown adult. You can just lie to your mother and tell her you're sleeping over at my place. Deal?"

You bit your lip, pulling away from her hands. You looked at Nobara with a nervous smile.

"Are you sure it'lll work?"

She nodded her head. "I promise. I'll even invite a few more friends to make it fun."

Fuck it. Might as well do it, right?

"It's a deal, then."

/////

You firmly pressed the doorbell on the two-door gate painted with gold. The garden currently was being water sprayed by the sprinklers and the cars were neatly parked on the driveway. You figured that your mother was already home. So, you walked over to the front patio and opened the door.

"Mom?" you called out. "I'm home." To your surprise, no one answered. Weird. By this time, your mother would already be home. Sighing, you set down your bag and went to the kitchen to grab a snack before the weekly family dinner started.

As you approached the kitchen, you could smell a faint aroma of butter and some sauce. You could hear some soft R&B music playing behind the muffled walls. And you sure as hell could hear someone humming along with the tune.

In the kitchen was Toji, wearing his usual outfit except he had a black apron on. His hands were currently busy slicing a few vegetables. The kitchen island was also filled with different food, too. There were a few side dishes, like some mashed potatoes or salad. Meanwhile, on the cooking pan was a heavenly steak, waiting to be medium-rare cooked.

You bowed your head. "Good evening, Mr. Fushiguro."

Toji paused and left the knife and vegetables at the kitchen counter. He wiped his hands and approached you with a smile.

"Still not dropping the formalities, it seems." he joked lightly.

Your cheeks reddened. God, this is why you didn't want to go home. For some reason, Toji always had his way of making you blush.

"Sorry, Mr. Fush-- I mean, Toji." you apologized. "Maybe I can help you with the cooking while we wait for mom?"

"Sure thing, princess. Just put your hair up for me." He handed you an extra-apron. You followed him and tied the apron to your back.

What? What did he mean---

"Wouldn't want your hair mixing with the food," he added to his statement and gave you the knife.

"O-of course," you muttered silently and started slicing the vegetables.

Toji continued to cook the steak. He asked you the usual questions, mainly about how your day went and what your plans were for the weekend.

You suddenly remembered Nobara's party later. Maybe if you asked Toji for permission, he'd say yes?

"Say, Toji...." you stopped slicing the vegetables.

He placed the steak on one of the plates then put a side of mashed potatoes. The way he softly handled the food with his large hands seem to linger on your mind. The apron that practically wrapped around his chest, and the god damn sweatpants that seem to hug his whole figure.

Toji took the vegetables from you. His rough hands brushed yours. He hummed in response.

"I know you and my mom value the traditional Friday night dinners we have but I was thinking, maybe I could leave early for this one?"

He chuckled at your statement. It made you blush a bit more.

"Sounds like you found yourself a date, huh?"

You shook your head and looked away.

"It isn't like that, I promise," you informed him. "It's just..."

How could you explain the situation to him? You never lied to Toji's face, ever. It felt as if he knew the truth, one way or another. And if you did lie to him, he'd find a way to make you admit it.

"I'm home!" a voice called out from the foyer. It was your mother.

Toji took off his apron and placed it on the kitchen island. "Let's discuss this later, yeah?"

You could hear faint footsteps approaching the kitchen. A few seconds in, your mother entered the room and her eyes instantly brightened the moment she saw Toji. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He softly kissed her on the lips.

"Missed you, babe." Toji greeted with another kiss.

She kissed him back. "You're back early. What's the occasion?"

"Thought I'd make something special. Y/N and I prepared dinner," he gestured towards you.

Your mother couldn't help but smile.

"You're finally warming up to Toji! I told you a little family bonding wouldn't hurt anyone."

You simply nodded in response. "I just got home early and helped him a bit."

Toji then walked away from your mother's space. He went to your side and placed a hand on your shoulder. He pulled you close.

"She also has something to tell ya, babe." he turned to you. "Right, Y/N?"

That was the queue for you to ask. "It's about family dinner. Can I leave around 9PM to go to a sleepover?"

Your mother wasn't really strict with sleepovers. You didn't even need to ask permissions when going out, but she did have one rule. Friday nights are supposed to be spent together. No exemptions.

Except for this one. You hoped.

Your mother was silent for a few moments. She looked at you with a doubtful look.

"That's fine. Just don't go to clubs or bars, okay? Stay at home. You know I don't like it when you go to such places."

Your heart could leap in happiness. You looked at Toji and smiled, uttering a silent thank you.

"I won't! We'll just stay at her house."

This was going perfectly. All you had to do was wear your bedwear underneath your clubbing outfit while you sneak out the house. No one would even know that you were away at Xylo.

"Toji will drive you to your friend's house. He'll make sure that you arrive there safe, okay?"

You hid your disappointed look and smiled instead. Toji shrugged and glanced at your side. "I can do that. Just text me the address and let me know if you're ready to go."

Well, shit.

You simply hoped that everything would still go to plan, even if there was a bit of an obstacle. (It was Toji, he was the obstacle) Still, no one would stop you from spending this Friday night to the fullest.

/////

You were now in your room, packing a few clothes for your so-called sleepover. You were currently wearing a pair of blue satin bedwear and some comfortable slippers. As for your club outfit, you laid down a white hollow-out rhinestone ring halter crop top with a black skirt. You decided to throw in some comfortable silver heels and accessories for later. And of course, your makeup was already organized and put inside the bag.

You checked the clock--- 9PM. Perfect. You'd meet at Nobara's house in a few minutes, then you'd leave for the club around 10.

As you were organizing your bag, there came a knock on your door.

"Princess, are you ready to go?" Came Toji's voice from the other side of the room.

The nickname was something he always used to call you. Even when you first met him, he rarely called you by your real name. It either was princess, sweetheart, or literally anything else. It always made you blush, too.

You grabbed your duffel bag and opened the door. You were greeted by Toji wearing a white long sleeve button-down shirt with a few buttons open. He had some black pants and shoes to finish it off, too.

You couldn't help but wonder, where the hell was he going at this hour?

His eyes scanned your bedwear and he chuckled.

"You look cute." he complimented and took the duffel bag from your hand. "Is this all your stuff?"

"Yeah, but where are you going?"

"Just an emergency meeting with a new client," he explained and led you down the stairs. "he's an important asset, so I can't let him go."

Until now, you didn't know the nature of his business but you didn't dare question it.

As the both of you went downstairs, you were greeted by your mother. She was currently on the phone with someone, but she immediately ended the call once she saw you.

"The both of you are dressed so differently," she laughed, pointing to your pajamas. Toji, meanwhile, looked as if he was on the way to some meeting.

"Y/N, have you told Toji your friend's address?"

You gave her a thumbs up. "Her house is just a 10-minute drive."

Toji got his car keys and kissed your mother again. He hooked his arms around her waist. The sight made you jealous, but you didn't dare show it. You just looked away and pretended to be on your phone.

"I have a business meeting at the main branch," he informed her. "you know the rich heir of the Gojo family? Sounds like he's interested in expanding the place."

Your mother's face seems to brighten up. "That's great! Seal the deal, but no drinking."

Drinking? Huh? Why the hell would a formal business meeting end up with drinking? You weren't entirely even sure what your mom meant, but you just ignored it.

Toji nodded. "Of course, babe. I'll be back in a few hours or so."

You bid your goodbye and went to Toji's car. It was a classic red Ferrari 812 car that had Toji's scent all over it. He opened the door for you and helped you inside.

The ride to Nobara's house was silent. You'd occasionally just tell Toji the directions, but aside from that, the only sound came from the radio that played some soft rock music.

However, you decide to break the silence.

"How do you even have meetings at 9PM in the evening, Toji?"

He took a turn and placed his other hand on the gear lever.

"In my nature of business, meetings can come at any moment. Even in the middle of the night," he informed you. "You don't know what business I have, do you?"

You shook your head. "Not really. My mom avoids the topic when I try to ask her."

"She has her reasons. Besides, it's a complicated business. I bet you haven't even heard of it."

You decided not to push on the topic any further. Instead, you texted Nobara, saying that you were already near. A few moments after, Toji parked in front of Nobara's driveway. He pressed the button, which led to opening the door.

"This is the place, Toji." you grabbed the duffel bag. "Thanks for the ride."

Unexpectedly, Toji stepped outside the car and opened the door for you. He leaned back on his car and waited for you to come out.

"Can't leave you until you go inside the house, princess." he declared as he got a cigarette from his pocket. "It's your mother's orders, so I have to follow."

Crap, Nobara was probably ready to go and just waiting for her. But Toji...

"You might get late for your meeting if you still wait for me."

He looked at you with a smirk. His hands then lingered on your face and they brushed your cheeks. Unexpectedly, he tucked your hair behind your ears.

"I can't just drive away and leave my baby girl in the dark," he replied, his other hand still cupping your face. "so just go inside the house before I personally escort you there."

God, fuck him. Fuck your feelings. Fuck your stupid crush on Toji. Fuck everything.

You took a deep breath. "Okay, Toji. I'll message you if I need anything."

As you walked over to Nobara's house, you could feel a pair of eyes deeply staring at you. It was none other than Toji, of course. He was puffing out smoke from his cigarette.

You pressed the doorbell on Nobara's door. You were greeted by a pink-haired guy who was wearing an oversized white t-shirt and denim pants with some Nike shoes.

"Oh, you must be Y/N!" he greets you with a bright smile. "I'm Yuuji, nice to meet you. My brother's the one who got us a table reservation at Xylo, so I'll come with you."

"That's great, Uhm... wait a moment," you leaned to him and whispered. "It's just my stepdad. He's that one over there. I'll just bid him goodbye."

Yuuji's eyes widened. "Your dad?"

"No, no, he's my--"

Yuuji went outside and waved at Toji. "Hi, Y/N's dad! She's in good hand, sir! We'll take care of her."

Toji stood still for a few seconds as he saw an unknown man with you. You only asked permission for an all-girls sleepover, but it seems that wasn't the case.

He'd be lying if he wasn't getting jealous or a bit overprotective. But his business meeting was urgent enough as it already is. He figured that he'd just check up on you later.

"Don't lay a head on her, you got me?" he glared at Yuuji. "I'll leave now. Take care, princess."

That's all he said and drove off.

////

"You didn't tell me that your stepdad was a total DILF!" Nobara exclaimed. She handed you a make-up brush and swooned. "I haven't met him except now. I wish I went outside and said goodbye too!"

You were now already dressed in your white hollow-out rhinestone ring halter crop top with some black skirt. Your hair was just the way it is, but you threw in a couple of accessories like earrings and bracelets. You wore some light makeup and applied for eyelash extensions on your eyes.

"He really is a DILF, or whatever you call it. But god, he's married to my mother. My mother. And it's not helping with my little crush on him."

Nobara giggled. "It's just a crush and there are many options in Xylo, okay? You can get laid with anyone hotter than him if that's even possible."

You puckered your lips and placed the lipstick. "I really hope so. It isn't helping that he's sweet and caring with me."

"He is?" she questioned.

"He isn't home much, but when he is, he cooks for my mom and me. He even buys me a few stuff every now and then."

"Do you call him daddy, then?"

Your cheeks instantly reddened. "What? No! I only call him Toji. It's weird to call him that."

"It's weird if you make it weird. Besides, he's hot and qualifies for the title."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. I'll find someone that looks like him in Xylo."

Nobara clapped her hands. "That's the spirit! Now, put on your heels. Yuuji's waiting for us in the car. His twin, Sukuna, is already in Xylo too."

You looked at yourself in the mirror with Nobara. Your crop top was already backless as it is, and your skirt were tightly wrapped around your thighs, giving your curvy figure a sexy look. Nobara was the same, too. She wore a pair of boots and a white short skirt. To top it all off, she had the exact same crop top as yours except it was color black.

The two of you already looked hot.

She hooked her arm with yours.

"Let's go, then."

////

Xylo was in the main heart of the urban side of the city. The people there were filthy rich, too. You could recognize a few influencers, actors, and even models as they waited in line for their turn to enter. The place itself was huge-- it looked like a party palace with the architecture it had. Even at 11PM, the place was crowded as ever. It even felt as if the party hasn't even started yet.

Friday nights were really wild ones, huh?

Yuuji was on his phone, talking to Sukuna. "Hey, bro? We're already in front of Xylo. There's plenty of people here, could you pick us up?"

He put the phone on speaker.

"Just a moment, man. People are losing their shit inside-- there's even a red carpet and everything." Sukuna answered back, the loud music was overlapping with his voice. "Sounds like a VIP is coming. I'll text ya later."

Nobara crossed her arms. "VIP? Ugh, I just want to go inside! Whoever this VIP is should just go away."

You nodded softly, a bit nervous because you could feel a few stares from people. Your trio seems to stand out a lot-- with Yuuji, being the exact copy of Sukuna. According to him, his twin had a reputation in Xylo, so he was already considered a sponsor of some sort. Meanwhile, the two of you and Nobara were dressed beautifully. With both of your high heels, your heights already stood out from the rest.

Yuuji placed a hand on the back of his neck. "Sorry, but I swear it'll be quick. I also know the DJ, so maybe we can sneak in at the back?"

Nobara shook her head. "You mean Toge? That man is always late! Let's just wait for your brother."

Within a few minutes, Yuuji received a call. He gestured for the both of you to follow him towards the very front of the line. The bouncer stopped the three of you, though.

"Who are you with?" he asked Yuuji.

"We're with Sukuna, sir. He already reserved a table for us and-- Hey Sukuna!" Yuuji called out to his brother, who just exited the club. The man looked at them.

Sukuna approached your group; the man stood 6'3 tall, like Yuuji. He wore a red short sleeve button-up shirt and pants. Both his face and arms were filled with the same tattoo lines. In comparison to Yuuji, Sukuna had more muscle and build. Maybe it was just their shirt comparison? Since Yuuji was wearing an oversized t-shirt, so you couldn't see his muscles.

Regardless, Sukuna was hot. Really hot. He had this strong and attractive aura that attracted people to him.

"They're with me," he said to the bouncer and pointed to your direction. "the sweetheart over there is celebrating her birthday, too. I gotta make some exceptions for them, right?"

Nobara nudged you. "Just nod and smile."

The bouncer scanned both of you. He took one last long look and nodded. "No need for the entrance fee, just get in before more people show up."

Yuuji then raised a question. "Sir, why are there so many people anyway?"

"The big boss is on his way, so the club's gotta look extra fine tonight. Even got the best DJs to headline."

Yuuji nodded and thanked the bouncer. Sukuna then led the three of you inside. Meanwhile, Nobara smirked and tugged your arm.

"Aren't you excited? This is your first time in the club and you've got the best DJs to perform!"

Sukuna turned around, vaguely surprised at Nobara's statement.

"It's your first time?" he asked you.

You nodded shyly. "It is, actually. I really don't know what to expect."

There was a tunnel that was filled with LED lights, and on the other side you could hear the loud music beating. Before entering the doors, Sukuna held your hand and looked at you seriously.

"Don't ever, ever leave our side. If anyone forces themselves on you, kick them in the ass or call us. Always stay alert and remember: drink in moderation."

You nodded. Yuuji smiled at you. "When it was Nobara's first time, she ended up blacking out. I had to carry her to my car, then she had a shitty hangover."

"Hey! It was one time." Nobara defended. "I drank too much, partied too hard and I passed out."

Sukuna sighed and pulled you close to him. "And I wouldn't want that happening to our Guest of Honor here. So Yuuji, don't leave her side, alright?"

"Yes, sir." Yuuji saluted. His hands then grabbed the handles of the two door entrance right in front of your group. "You guys ready?"

Nobara pulled you away from Sukuna's grip. "Just open the door!" she said with an excited tone.

You could feel your heart beating faster for some reason. Quickly enough, Yuuji opened the doors and there it was. Xylo in all its glory. The place had a total of two floors, and it was huge. It could easily fit 500 people inside. The DJ was in the verh middle of it all with a huge screen in the middle. Everyone was in the dance floor, raving and dancing the night away. There were plenty of people chugging down on alcohol, too. There were circular tables on the side, and a few small tables on the middle. There was a side bar on the side with a few waiters and drinks lined up on tbe cabinets.

Meanwhile, the second floor was reserved for something else. They had more luxurious tables with their own set of waiters and a mini bar to serve the small portion of people. As you noticed, the crowd upstairs seem to be a bunch of older adults with few people. There was another bouncer at the stairs just to check if you had the VIP pass wristband.

Sukuna led you to their table at the first floor. It was one of the circular tables with a couch surrounding it. There were already a few drinks placed on the table, mainly Jaeger, Cuervo, and Patron. As far as you knew, all these had high alcohol content. The shot glasses were already lined up, and Yuuji started to pour the drinks.

"Have you guys warmed up at Nobara's house?" Sukuna asked loudly beneath the music.

Nobara nodded her head. "Just a few shots of liquor, so I'm a bit tipsy now. What about you, Y/N?"

"I haven't had a shot at home."

Nobara lifted a hand to her head. "What? I can't hear you!"

It was true. The loud music blaring from the speakers and the people just dancing made everything feel a bit dizzy and chaotic.

You repeated your answer, but she still couldn't hear it. She just took two shot glasses from Yuuji's hands and gave it to you.

"Drink up, sister." she offered you the drinks.

Sukuna glared at Nobara. "Hey, settle down for a moment. Does she even drink hard liquor?"

"I-it's fine, Sukuna," you reassured and took the shot glasses from Nobara. "do you have any salt or lemon?"

Yuuji had a plate of lemons and offered it to you and Nobara. Sukuna brought a hand to your shoulder and leaned to your ear to whisper.

"You can always decline the shot if it feels too much," he reminded you softly. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You blushed, but reassured him that it was fine.

He pulled away from you and took a long look at Yuuji, signifying his twin to take care of you and Nobara while he was gone.

"I'll invite a few of my friends to our table and introduce 'em to you." Sukuna waved his hand and left the group.

Truth be told, Yuuji was a hard drinker. He'd probably drown himself in shots before the night ended. So, Yuuji initiated the drinks and poured everyone a shot. He was already dancing to the music and excited to go to the dance floor.

Nobara and Yuuji took their respective shot glasses and raised it up.

"Raise a glass to Y/N!"

"Party hard, but drink harder, Y/N!" Yuuji declared.

You raised the shot glass and smiled. "Here's to more Friday nights with the both of you."

The three of you clinked your glasses together and drank the shot. The alcohol burned your throat, so you immediately took a sip of the lemon. Nobara did the same, but Yuuji just took another shot without hesitation.

Nobara cringed at the taste, but she loved it either way. She shook your shoulders and laughed. Seems like the alcohol was already kicking in to her body.

"Another shot, Y/N! This is your warm-up, yeah?!"

Yuuji placed another shot of Cuervo on your glass. He gave you another slice of lemon. "You still up for another shot?"

The alcohol still wasn't sinking in to your nerves. But you loved the adrenaline that it brought you. So, you nodded your head and accepted the shot.

"The night is still young, Yuuji! Give me the shot."

You took the shot glass from Yuuji's hand. You didn't even bother taking the slice of lemon because you literally chugged the shot within a second. You couldn't care less if the alcohol burned your throat.

Nobara cheered. "That's my girl! By the end of the night, you'll be a hot fuckin' mess!"

Just as you were about to invite Nobara to the dance floor, Sukuna approached your table again. He brought a few of his friends, and they greeted you wirh a smile. They all looked kind, and they seem to have the same vibe with Sukuna— a warm and welcoming personality.

"These are my friends from Uni," Sukuna introduced them. There were four of them, actually. Three boys and one girl.

The first one was a young man named Yuta. He had a soft look on his face and his handsome features made him look sweet. He wore a black oversized Metallica shirt and there were a few piercings on his ears. He shook your hand.

"I'm Yuta, by the way," he greeted with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Y/N. Sukuna told me that it was your first time in Xylo. Is that right?"

"It's my first time in any club, actually." you answered him with a giggle. You could feel the heat in your cheeks burning up. Maybe the alcohol was kicking in?

"Wow, you're lucky!" Miwa, a young lady with blue hair exclaimed. She wore a black cocktail dress. "Xylo is like, the high end club of the city. Most celebrities even have to pay for an entrance."

"My celebrity crush always hangs out in here in Xylo," Todo, a tall man that stood 6'6 said. "Her meet and greets are pretty expensive, but in the club? You can just drink with her and chill."

"You can't even approach her 'cause she's in the VIP area! Don't spread fake news, Todo." Miwa replied.

Todo ignored Miwa's statement and patted Yuuji's shoulders. "Now is the night that my pal and I make a move on her. We'll find a way to get inside that damn VIP area."

He pointed to the second floor, which was filled with a bunch of rich people partying in a spacious area. Seems like only 50 people were designated in that area.

"We'll have a picture with her by the night's end, I bet," Yuuji reassured his friend. "Toge can give us a VIP pass since he's the DJ for later."

Yuuji and Todo then said their goodbyes and went to the dance floor. They also approached a waiter to order a few more bottles of alcohol. As for Nobara, she and Miwa were already planning how to spend the night, mainly making new friends with some hot models.

"Don't mind them, Y/N. Todo's just a huge fan of a female superstar who frequents here," Yuta said.

Sukuna intervened with your conversation. He already had another bottle of Jose Cuervo at hand.

"Bold of them to assume they even have a chance to meet her," he replied. "but with Toge's VIP privileges, then they might have a shot."

You raised an eyebrow. "Who's Toge anyway?"

Sukuna pointed to the huge screen in the middle of the dance floor. There hung a huge vintage chandelier and a shit ton of party lights. The DJ was in the middle of it all, and there were a few alcohol bottles with sparked candles attached to them. A few strippers were dancing beside the DJ and hyping him up.

"Toge is our friend. He doesn't talk much, but he's a new and upcoming DJ in town. He DJs in Xylo every other Friday, so we have a few tables for free," Yuta explains. "in a few minutes, he'll have his setlist. The crowd will go wild."

"He can also do shoutouts before a song plays. And we can order a few bottles of liquor and let the waiters serve them with those spark candles there," Sukuna points to the other tables that have waiters with the liquor bottles. They also had a signboard that said Happy Birthday.

As he explained, an idea popped into his mind. Sukuna smirked. He looked at you and held your wrist softly. "Follow my lead, Y/N."

"Where are we going?" you asked as you followed him to the dance floor.

"Let's pretend it's your birthday, yeah? We can get free bottles of liquor for that. Yuta can request for a birthday shoutout, and your name will pop up on the huge screen there," he gestured to the DJ.

You smiled, but your mind started to get a bit hazy. Drinking two shots of alcohol on an empty stomach wasn't a really good idea, but you can't back out now. The dance floor was also filled with people, so you couldn't really focus on your actions. You could only focus on Sukuna, who was holding your wrist to make sure you won't get lost.

"That's sweet of you Sukuna!" your arms found their way to his neck. You looked up at him and started swaying your hips. "Dance with me first."

Slowly enough, his hands hovered over your waist. "Gotta make your first night out unforgettable, babe."

As you danced with Sukuna, you noticed that there were a few people attempting to approach you. But Sukuna prevented them from doing so; he made sure that no one would touch you without consent. He could notice that the alcohol was already kicking into your veins, so he had to keep an extra eye out for you.

The music was already decreasing, but the people were still dancing their asses out. However, the DJ held a microphone and announced something.

"That's it for tonight's setlist, folks! Before the clock strikes 12, I'll be handing over the music to the freshest DJ in town--- DJ Onigiri and Panda!"

A few seconds after, a short man with white hair entered the stage. Beside him was a man wearing a full-out panda costume. The crowd cheered as they saw the duo. The lights brightened and the spotlight was completely on them.

"Hello, Xylo! It's Panda with DJ Onigiri. First of all, we'd like to say thank you to the Big Boss for invitin' us here," Panda gestured to the VIP area on the second floor. You couldn't really see who they were referring to because it was so dark. Nonetheless, the people still cheered and hyped up the duo. "We'll be playin' the sickest setlist you've ever heard, so get your asses ready."

Panda then handed the microphone to Toge. The young man took off his mask and smiled. Everyone was silent as they waited for his voice.

He cleared his throat and said, "Party hard, but drink harder."

That was when Toge started playing his music and the crowd went wild. He played a sick remix of Tokyo Drift and mash-up. You could feel yourself smiling as the beat perfectly matched the whole vibe of the place. Sukuna still had his eyes on you, just to make sure that no one touched you inappropriately. Next thing you knew, Nobara, Miwa, and Yuuji were already together with you, dancing your asses off. Nobara kept hyping you up and Miwa was already taking videos of your dancing ass. The twins were chugging down a bottle of Cuervo and they kept jumping around like a bunch of kids. Your group seem to be the center of the crowd, and everyone had their eyes on you.

Before the beat could drop, Panda held the microphone to his lips.

"Let's get with the shout outs tonight!" he hyped up the crowd, then a bunch of waiters entered the dance floor and they held a Happy Birthday Signage and a shit ton of liquor bottles with sparkling candles. Toge then changed the background of the huge screen placed at their backs and it said "Happy Birthday, Y/N! Party hard."

"First shout out of the night is the Princess of the Dance floor— Y/N!" Panda announced, which lead to your surprise. The spotlight was placed on you, and then you saw Todo and Yuta approaching your group's place with a few waiters. Both men had a bottle of Patron at hand, while the waiters held the Happy Birthday Signage.

"Party hard, Y/N! This song's for you!" Panda said, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you. Toge continued the song and the beat dropped.

Nobara and Miwa already had their phones out. Yuta approached you and placed a plastic tiara on your head. The waiters held the Birthday Signage up high, and the liquor bottles had sparkling candles. And unexpectedly, Todo effortlessly lifted you up and placed you on his shoulders. You could feel your face blush, because you were pretty much on top of the world now. Everyone was hyping you up, and you could swear that there was someone looking at you with such a piercing gaze. You just couldn't see who they are because there were a lot of people.

The twins danced around and opened the liquor bottle. Yuuji let Sukuna chug down the bottle. "You better drink this for 10 seconds, Sukuna!"

Yuuji was a bit tipsy now, so the drink was literally going all over Sukuna's face. Yuta, Nobara, and Miwa started counting down the time for Sukuna's drink.

"1....2....3...4....5—" They were cut off by hen Sukuna pulled away from the chug and coughed.

"Dammit, bro. You fuckin' sprayed the drink all over me." he laughed. He then wiped off the alcohol spilling down his face.

Sukuna then took another bottle and it was Yuuji's turn to chug the drink. Nobara then took a picture of you and Todo as you sat on his shoulder. You smiled as she used the flash camera.

"Let me post this on my Instagram Story, Y/N! I'll mention you and Todo," she declares with a smile.

You then tapped Todo, signaling him to put you down. He smiles at you and asks, "You having a good time, Y/N?"

You adjusted your tiara and nodded. "I am! I wasn't expecting Toge to place my shoutout first."

"He rarely does shoutouts for people, so yours might be the only one for tonight." Todo says loudly as the music plays.

Your eyes then landed on the Patron drink that Nobara was now chugging. You haven't tried chugging a drink yet, so you offered to do it.

"Can I try that, too?" You asked and pointed to the Patron drink being chugged down. Your voice a bit sluggish since you were now tipsy.

Yuuji nodded. "Fuck yeah! Open wide, Y/N!"

He was about to open another bottle until Sukuna stopped him. The older twin placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It seems like you're a lightdrinker, Y/N. Two shots in and you're drunk. Ya sure you want this?"

Lightdrinker? You? That was nonsense. Sukuna was clearly seeing something else.

"I'm not, Sukuna! I can take a 10-second chug 'cause it's my birthday."

You pulled away from Sukuna's grip and went to Yuuji's side. Yuta opened his flashlight to guide Yuuji's hand. Meanwhile, Nobara taught you how to chug properly.

"Just bend your back a bit and open your mouth wide. Drink a lot of it and let it burn your throat, babe!" she said and pushed you to the circle with Yuuji in the center of it. He then opened the bottle cap.

You gulped and positioned your head up to face the bottle. Slowly, you opened your mouth. Miwa was already starting to count and Yuta joined in, too. Yuuji then pointed the opening of the bottle to your lips. His other hand was placed on your chin to make sure your mouth was wide open. Yuuji then poured the Patron drink to your mouth and fuck. It tasted so damn different from Cuervo. This had more hotness and alcohol to it. You still chugged it down, though. You could hear your friends' countdown until 10.

"6....7...8...9..... and 10!" They cheered as you were able to finish off the whole 10 seconds.

You instantly closed your mouth, but Yuuji still poured the drink. This caused your crop top to become wet with alcohol. Sukuna immediately pulled you away from Yuuji and apologized. He then gave you his jacket so that you could cover your chest. Yuuji, meanwhile, offered Todo to also chug down the drink. It seems like the young man was already too deep in the alcohol. It was fine, though. You were fine. The alcohol didn't taste that bad, especially when it was just a quick chug. What was bothering you the most, though, is your alcohol-stained chest. You needed to change your whole top.

Lucky for you, Sukuna seem to read your mind. "Nobara, can you escort Y/N to the restroom?"

Nobara noticed that you already had Sukuna's jacket on. It meant that your top could be soaked with alcohol. She nodded and held you by your arm firmly. She temporarily said goodbye to your group and reassured them that both of you would be back in a couple of minutes. Nobara then brought a tissue to your mouth as she guided you to the restroom. You were quite a stumbling mess already, and your line of vision was starting to blur out. Your head was starting to get a bit fuzzy, too. Toge started to play his second song, so the music just got louder.

"Y/N, let's dry up your top. I'll join you inside the restroom, okay?" she asked you twice. Just to make sure that you were still conscious enough to respond.

It felt like you were having earthquakes on your head, but you nodded. You held onto Nobara's arm for dear life. The nobles way to the restroom was already dark as it it, so you needed some guidance.

"Of course. Thank you, Nobara."

That's the last thing you said and remembered before the alcohol took over your body.

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Owning one of (if not) the highest paid clubs in the city capital wasn't an easy job. If anything, it was a draining profession because of the demand it had on the people. Xylo skyrocketed months after it first opened because of its owner, Toji Fushiguro, being able to invite the hottest and trendiest celebrities all over the world. The club then became known to have a reputation among the richest folks, which then led to the owner's success and ongoing business until now.

Still, owning a club had its perks. Toji loved the VIP treatment he received everytime he went there. It was just heaven. Celebrities and even models payed respect to him, some even begged to have a table reservation just for one night. If he knew any better, he'd be convinced that he was a celebrity himself.

"The young DJ and his hypeman are up next, Boss," one of his men reminded him. The man handed him a drink and left his side.

Toji sat at the very middle of the VIP area on his premium couch. It was located at the second floor, and from his view, you could see everything. The solid glass that separated him from the loud crowd from the first floor is what made the VIP exclusive. It had more access to drinks and exclusive amenities for a few people. There werr a few billiards, outdoor decks, and access to the rooftop.

"How was the meeting with the Gojo Heir?" a voice interrupted Toji's isolation.

He took a sip from his drink. He turned to face Shiu Kong, one of his business partners and the one who mainly helped him in establishing Xylo. They have been working together hand-in-hand for awhile now.

"It went well. He agreed to our terms, and I agreed to his. Contract says that he'll invest in one of our other starting clubs," Toji explains truthfully. "HQ is the one he has in mind, but Xylo's his main priority."

Kong took a seat across Toji. He glanced at him with a concerned look. "Where is he now?"

Toji pointed to the white-haired male that stood out from the crowd. He was in the first floor, mixing it up with the locals and drinking his life away. He was with a few of his friends, mainly some business associates too. They were probably checking out the place and making their final verdict.

"The young man's promising, but his personality's a bit shitty."

"Sounds like you're reminded of yourself when you see the Gojo brat."

Toji sighed. "Pretty much. Except that fucker has his family's name written all over him, whereas I started from scratch."

Kong noticed Toji's mood today. It was... off. After business meetings, the man would be celebrating his success and partying away. But tonight was different.

"Something's on your mind, Fushiguro. Did the meeting go unexpected to our plans?" he asked out of concern.

Toji massaged the temple on his forehead. He tried to drain out the music from his system, but he couldn't. There was just a lot going on his mind.

"It's just a family issue, Kong. Don't get yourself worked up."

"Oh?" Kong leaned forward and whispered, "Is this about your cheating wife?"

Kong already knew well enough that Toji's wife was unloyal. She's been seeing another man for awhile. Toji noticed (obviously) She confronted him about it, apologized, then cheated again. It wasn't a new topic. Hell, it even led to their relationship to becoming an open one.

Which meant that Toji was free to see someone else.

They could get a divorce, yes, but the money they had combined was unstoppable. It kept on flowing like a waterfall, and Toji wasn't willing to let that go. That's why they kept up the "head over heels in love" act everytime they had the chance.

"Y'know, that woman is brilliant. Married you for the money, used the said money to start her own business and then funds it for her daughter's education. Isn't that smart?" Kong added, noticing that Toji was out of his zone.

"This isn't about her. It's about her daughter."

By now, Kong was intrigued. "You mean your daughter?"

Toji cringed at the word. "She's not.... she's not my daughter, Kong. I'm not sure if I even consider her as one. But I can't help but think about her."

Kong knew this well enough. He poured another shot on Toji's glass.

"This is about a boy, isn't it?"

Toji was silent. Which meant that Kong was probably right.

Kong chuckled at Toji's actions. "It's called fatherly instincts, dumbass."

Toji shook his head. "It isn't like that."

"What is it, then? You're worried about your wife's kid who's probably seeing a boy her age."

"She's a fuckin' adult, Kong. And I'm not worried, I'm just concerned for her safety."

"You haven't even introduced me to her yet. Who is she anyway?"

Toji sighed. He opened his phone and gave it to Kong. It showed a picture of you and your mother, smiling side by side. You were in front of your new house that Toji bought. You had a handful of boxes at hand, but it didn't really cover your entire face. Kong could clearly see your appearance, which made him quite amused.

"She looks a lot like her mother, Fushiguro. I see why you're worried," he confessed and brought the phone back to Toji. "but she's fine, isn't she? She's safe and sound at home."

Toji groaned and his head brought flashbacks of you in the porch of your friend's house with some guy. He was a fairly tall male around your age, and he had an annoying smile on his face. It irritated Toji just thinking about it.

"She isn't home. She slept at her friend's house, but—"

"But she might've snuck out and went on a date with her boyfriend." Kong finished his statement. "A classic move, might I add."

Toji then took one last look at the first floor. There were more people now since it was almost midnight. The new DJ would probably hype up the crowd and increase the number of customers by double. Nonetheless, Toji's mind was still stuck on you.

"I fuckin' regret leaving her. I should've picked her up after the meeting."

The man adjusted his white long sleeves and pulled them up to his elbows. He undid a few buttons of his shirt so that he could breathe. The alcohol didn't do much in relieving his overthinking, so he might as well just act on it. He took one long sip of his drink and stood up from his seat. He grabbed his car keys from his pockets and readied himself to exit the club.

Kong, however, stopped him from doing so.

"And what? You're leaving on a hot Friday night?" he questioned in disbelief. "We paid a shit ton of money to hire the best DJs in town to keep this night unforgettable. Don't fuck this up and bail on me."

Toji glared at Kong as the loud sounds blared throughout the whole building. The VIP area was starting to get filled with more and more people. Most of them were major stockholders of the club.

"Hello, Xylo! It's Panda with DJ Onigiri. First of all, we'd like to say thank you to the Big Boss for invitin' us here,"

The spotlight instantly went on Toji and Kong's floor. People cheered as they saw who Panda referred to as Big Boss. After that, the DJ said something and played some music. The crowd seemed livelier than ever the second they entered the stage.

Kong then took another intimidating glare at him again.

"Just finish a couple of their songs, Fushiguro."

Toji knew that he couldn't deny Kong's request. So he sat back down and offered himself another shot. He leaned back on his reclining chair and took a deep breath. He might as well enjoy the newest DJs in Xylo. Kong entertained him with a bit of business talk. He offered Toji some new suggestions about expanding their network, specifically in other aspects. Xylo already had its own name, but Toji needed to do more. He needed to establish a few more clubs to ensure the flow of money kept on going.

"Xylo's already the shit in everyone's minds. We were the pioneers of the city's nightlife, too. But we gotta expand more, yeah? Let's search for more areas that can thrive in the night. Then, we can build a new nightclub there before anyone else can."

"HQ's already on that list. We've got celebrities going there to host parties," Toji explained to Kong.

"Yeah, but the Northside can be another possible area that we can use because it's filled with University students. That's where I got those new DJs."

Kong pointed to the DJ playing his setlist on the first floor. Toji couldn't believe it. "That guy's a University Student?"

"Hard to believe. But the kid's got talent. He doesn't talk much but his music is heavenly."

As if on queue, the music lowered down. Panda then again tapped the microphone and announced something. It made Toji and Kong look over to their direction.

"Let's get with the shout outs tonight!" Panda hyped up the crowd, then a bunch of waiters entered the dance floor. After that, Toji's night took an unexpected turn.

At the huge screen placed on the DJs back, there was a huge text written with "Happy Birthday, Y/N! Party Hard" At the text alone, Toji forced himself to stand up and go to the viewing deck of the VIP area. Was it possible? Was it possible that you were here, in Xylo? God, Toji didn't know how to act. So, Kong followed him, which led them to the other side of the stage, where they could clearly see everyone and hear the loud music.

Toji then scanned the crowd, trying to look for the person that Panda was referring to.

Meanwhile, Kong sighed. "It's probably a coincidence that the stranger has the same name as her."

Toji ignored him. He then observed the spotlight that would pinpoint the one Panda was greeting.

"Party hard, Y/N! This song's for you!" Panda said and then the beat dropped.

The spotlight then scanned the crowd, and it eventually landed on a group of friends. Toji carefully eyed each one. There were two girls, one had blue hair and the other had orange. There was a young man with black hair and a set of identical twins with the same exact hair that Toji saw from earlier. The pink hair that he saw in your friend's house.

"Oh shit," Kong stated with a sigh.

He probably saw something else Toji didn't notice.

But Toji was quick to glance. There, he saw a group of waiters carrying Happy Birthday signage with a couple of drinks, and in the middle of it, was a huge muscular man. He had his hair tied up in a bun, and he looked pretty intimidating. However, the thing that caught Toji's eyes was the pretty little girl seated on the man's shoulder. She wore a white backless crop top and a short skirt. She was smiling and cheering as everyone had their eyes on her and her alone. The girl was dancing along to the song that was playing

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Toji asked in a disappointed tone. His fingers curled into a fist as he stared at you from afar.

You were smiling as everyone cheered for your so-called birthday, even if Toji knew that it wasn't. A few minutes after, you got down from the unknown man's shoulder and went to your group's circle. You opened your mouth wide and chugged practically half of the bottle.

The scene alone made Toji pissed. There were a lot of people staring at you with greedy eyes, and as each second passed, he regrets leaving you alone. He should've just followed his gut and let you stay with him.

"Don't do something you'll regret, Fushiguro." Kong reminded him out of a sudden.

Toji ignored him. He exited the VIP area and went down to the first floor to find you.

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Part 2 and 3 soon. Lmk if u like the story!