out of breath, you run down the stairs of the train station, praying with baited breath as you hope for some kind of miracle that you make it down there in time.
you softly bite your tongue, flying off of the last three steps and thankfully landing on your feet. so with your last muster of power, you run into the doors of the train and just as soon as you get in the doors behind you shut close causing you to yelp in surprise.
your eyes are wide open, a bit rattled by the sudden shut of doors that could have been the potential cause of your death whereas the people buzz around you. but your surprise it dies quick when the train moves in an instant causing you to move somewhere else with closed eyes and be pressed up against something.
“shit.” a quiet curse is what you hear right infront of you when you get pressed up against something, potentially someone. you open your eyes to look at who cursed, and when you do open your eyes, your eyes instantly meet with ocean blue eyes.
awe is written in your hues as you look at the dark blue lashes that adorn these ocean eyes. you‘re captivated like a criminal behind bars in these eyes. it’s beautiful like the sky on a clear summer day, making you feel like you’re being rained by sunshine and happiness. however, your adoration is cut short when the beholder clears their throat and looks away.
you finally snap out of it and realize how much you‘ve been staring. you mutter a low apology underneath your breath, looking away. however, you look once more and see the whole face of the person who stands before you. you study their features quietly, marking them one by one and adoring how much they compliment each other. from the blue eyes, dark blue lashes, pointed nose, red lips, perfect jaw, he definitely looks like a model. much like the man who had been occupying your mind these days.
it surely does look like him. maybe next time you see each other you‘d tell him about this person who looks like him. you smile to yourself hoping that you’d see him again, though you hold that though and look at the person once again.
wait a minute.
“… megumi?”
surely it‘s him. you cannot be mistaken. how could you be? it‘s the infamous fushiguro megumi from your wednesday and friday math class, the one who got assigned as your project partner for the last semester‘s project, the very same man who has been in your head all day long.
“hi,” shyly he responds to the uncertain call, his eyes avoiding contact with yours. you raise a brow as you wonder what could be wrong with him. just a few weeks back, both of you would have been chatting at a nearby café, yet here he is looking away, not even greeting properly.
“how‘re you?” you strike up the conversation starter, hoping to talk with the pretty boy before you leave for your stop and never see him again. yet your attempts fall in vain when he does not even speak a word to you, simply nodding and muttering silently to himself; not even to you.
a frown makes its way to your face as you wonder what had happened between the time you weren‘t together for him to not even speak a word to you. had you doke something wrong? or something to upset him? you do not know.
as thoughts clog your head, you don‘t notice how a certain dark haired man looks at you. he too, is mesmerized by the way you look. it hasn‘t been too long since you haven’t seen each other, yet megumi thinks it‘s been centuries.
after having spent time with you, he can‘t seem to forget the way your eyes glimmer when you look at him. or the way you purse your lips and furrow your brows when you make a mistake, and most especially the way your eyes shine bright like stars when you‘ve done something right.
and it doesn’t help that earlier this morning he had thought about bringing you your favourite sweet— that you had mentioned before— to class tomorrow, and here you are right in-front of him in the most awkward position possible.
“‘m sorry if i‘m cursing to much,” he can‘t help the apology that falls past his lips. meanwhile you don‘t know what he‘s apologizing for. so with a cocked brow, you look up and show a confused face.
“i‘m a bit too close and this train is too tight, so— uh— our situation really isn‘t the most comfortable one.”
“wait, too close?”
and then it dawns upon you. you look down and around to see the amount of people around, it actually is crowded in the train. but that is not where your attention lies at. you attention lies in the proximity between you both.
you hadn‘t noticed earlier, but now you have. you‘re back up against the door with megumi standing right in-front of you. you‘re caged between him and his right arm and left as he tries to back up a bit to not be so pressed against you, but it does him no justice as the train moves too much, and with every little movement the more he is pressed against you.
“oh.” in realization of the situation, you mutter. megumi can‘t help but chuckle at the face you make as your cheeks heat up and so does the tip of your ears. suddenly, you‘re hyper aware of what is going on. “haha.. don‘t— worry..”
“i hope its fine—”
“more than fine!” you say, albeit too loud. your eyes go wide once more and then you finally realize what you had said, immediately you start to ramble every excuse that pops into your head. “i mean— it‘s okay. don‘t worry like it‘s natural the train is packed, like don’t apologize really! there’s nothing to be sorry for, this proximity does not disturb me. in fact, we can even go like to a date after this—”
“you want to go on a date with me?” megumi cuts you off mid ramble and you look up at him, meeting his eyes as you once again realize you had spoken without filtering your words. but now, there is no taking it back anymore, you‘ve gone to far in and there‘s no way of return.
“.. i mean‘t what i said..” you nod slowly. and then, when you least expect it, a smile makes its way to his face. there‘s a glint in his eyes as he nods at your words, leaning in a bit more as he presses his lips softly against your cheek.
who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kentodid.
before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.
but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.
“yuuji, please do not stray far away from daddy.” nanami pleads his two year old son who runs in the park with much enthusiasm, unlike his father who seems to have no energy and heavy bags underneath his eyes. “yuuji,” tiredly the man calls once again, but to his ineffective attempt, the child simply runs straight to the water fountain.
the poor man sighs for what seems to be the fifth time this hour, and they haven‘t even been in the park for longer than thirty minutes. he contemplates on running after the two year old who amuses himself with the water or if he should set up the picnic mat first and then run after his kid.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks, all while looking back and forth at the empty grass patch and the water area. then he sighs again. if only he had a second body then maybe he wouldn’t have to do this, maybe if he had a second pair of hands he wouldn’t have to suffer like this, maybe if he had, had a spouse—
“excuse me,” he hears from the front, already sighing internally for the millionth time as he readies himself to meet eyes with another parent who‘s going to strike up small talk he has no desire for.
but when he looks up, it feels like suddenly all his prayers have been answered by the gods.
his dark eyes look up and meet with yours, and my oh my can he not be more enthralled by the looks of you. “is this your son? he was running around with untied shoelaces and almost fell in the water.”
wow. nanami says to himself. not even listening to what you’re saying anymore, simply left speechless by the pretty person who stands before him.
“sir?”
“okay.” he monotonously says, forgetting that time is running and reality is pacing at this very moment, and not on pause. in the inside he does not know how to start a conversation, but in the outside he looks like he‘s glaring at you. and it does not help you nor him at all.
you swallow your saliva and nod, slowly settling down the child on the ground right in-front of the man and clasping your hands together. “right. well— uh.. i— i‘ve erm gotta go.. haha.” you awkwardly trail, unclasping your hands together and placing the free right hand on the back of your neck.
“and don‘t worry! i‘ve tied them back together so he doesn’t accidentally slip again.” you say before taking a step back and waving at them. “well, i‘ll be on my way. goodbye—”
“wait!” yet before you‘re able to step even more than two steps away, he‘s taking you by your wrist which causes you off-guard, not that you find it uncomfortable.
“thank you very much. yuuji can‘t swim, so that would have been unfortunate if you hadn‘t caught him.” he reasons out, hand still on your wrist as you close your lips in surprise; that‘s caused by the fact that he actually spoke to you.
“oh, that would have been, very bad.” you frown, thankful that you caught khari before he fell. “i‘m glad i caught him.”
“me too, i‘m glad you caught him.” nanami relieves, finally letting go of the wrist he held to ground you before him. “if you hadn‘t that would have been terrible.”
“how can i repay you?” he asks so, lips casually churning upwards to causing you to almost swoon. meanwhile the strawberry head child looks up curiously, not used to the way his father acts. and even though you’re swooning in the inside, you keep your composure to save yourself some face.
“oh, please, don‘t worry!” you shyly down turn his offer shaking your head lightly. “it‘s okay. i wasn‘t going to let someone fall.” you mutter. however, he shakes his head and insists.
“please i insist. you had just saved me from potentially paying bills.” he jokes, and you laugh.
“alright, since you asked so nicely.” you grace him with a sweet smile and he smiles back, heart skipping beats.
“well, i don‘t have cash right now. but if you want, you can join me and yuuji for a picnic.” he gesture to the child who now smiles so cutely at you, hand open for a wave, tiny fingers grasping at his father‘s jacket.
you swear your heart skips two if not three beats when he holds the basket and the kid in the other. you find it domestic and cute for a man like this to invite you with his kid. it makes you think of all the times you yearned to have your own little family and spend some time with them.
“is missy going to join us daddy?” the little child asks, looking sweetly at his dad who then looks back at you with a smile.
“ask her.” he winks at the boy, who nods in confidence and looks at you with a sweet smile.
“will you join us missy? me and daddy would love company!” he excitedly says, hands pointed to the basket.
you cannot help but bite your lip down and nod at the offer, accepting it with an excited heart and heated cheeks. “i‘d love to.”
“daddy! she said yes!” yuuji cheerfully exclaims.
nanami smiles at yours and yuuji‘s excitement, starting to feel his own excitement start to run in his veins.
that action of his causes your churned lips to grow wider as you inspect him for a good while before turning to the little guy then to him once again. “well, your little one. his name is yuuji right?” you ask. holding your hand out for the child to take.
“right, he‘s yuuji and he‘s two.” nanami confirms your unsure question, nodding away as he places his hand on yuuji‘s head, and the little one sneezes. you both stop, and nanami smiles awkwardly, kneeling down and taking out the napkin from his pocket and wiping yuuji’s nose. the act is cute and hearty, as you can tell, he is quite obviously the daddy figure.
“sorry about that.” he apologizes, going back up and meeting eye to eye with you.
“no worries.” you smile. you stand there in a few minutes of silence, before you remember something very important. “oh jeez, i almost forgot. i didn‘t catch what your name was.” you sheepishly admit.
“god, how rude of me.” he shakes your hand in his and you can‘t help but savour the feeling of all those veins and bones in his toned hands. they entice you in a way you‘d never thought that would entice you, yet you are not complaining.
“nanami, nanami kento.”
“i‘m (y/n), nice to meet you kento.”
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oh, how can one be so beautiful?gojo satoru asks himself.
his blue eyes are illuminated by the sun rays as he stands there admiring you, though he does not stand further than seven feet away from you. his lips are churned upwards with his fingers holding the bouquet of flowers tight, heart beating faster by the second as he simply watches with joy, adoration, and fascination in his gaze.
he cannot stop himself from admiring the sigh before his ocean eyes.
not once in his twenty-seven years of living did he ever think he would find someone reading a book so intriguing, yet here he is: doing just as he thought he never would.
you look so beautiful to him. figure beneath the trees as the wind compliments the way your hair flows with it, feet laid out with your back pressed against the wooden body of the tree. such a simple sight, yet so breathtaking in his eyes.
as he stands there underneath the spring sun, you finally look up from your book and spot the white haired man who admires you from not-so afar. a smile cannot help but etch on your face as he walks over with his hand running through his hair.
“hello amore,” his voice is like honey, sweet and smooth as he hands you the bouquet of pink roses. “for you.” it cannot be helped that there is a slight blush is on his cheeks as he watches you take the flowers and bring it up to your nose to smell the batch, to him you just look so beautiful even as you do the most mundane action.
“thank you, darling.” you say your thanks before you settle it to your lap and usher him to kneel before you, and he does as asked. when he is there on his knees before you, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss against his lips.
sure, gojo satoru may be the strongest man to ever walk this planet, but when he is with your presence: he is nothing but a man who yearns for your love.
so when he feels your lips against his, it‘s just natural for him to fall at ease and press further as his hand moves to hold your cheek. blue eyes fluttering close as when feels your fingers on his nape. all the butterflies in his stomach erupt as his heart beats erratically for you.
sometime, everybody will love someone, and something in your kiss told gojo satoru, his sometime is now.
Jungkook stands in front of you in the open space of his dark lounge, you’re sitting on the sofa cross-legged and teary eyed as you both watch the news in horror. Toying with the hem of your white t shirt you can’t stop the cries from cascading down your cheek, the tape has been leaked to the public.
“Taehyung will fix this, he’ll get it deleted,” Jungkook nods as he reassures himself, eyes glued to the television, news reporters going into vivid details about your final night in Bora Bora - including an audio clip of the conversation that followed some of the most intimate moments of your life, “He’s the best attorney money can buy, I’m not just saying it because he’s my friend he’s going to fix this—”
“How could you do this to me?” You whisper, gaze finally meeting his.
“You thinkIdid this?” He’s hugely offended, his hooded eyes animatedly large and round, contrasting to his sharp set jaw, “You actually think I did this?” His voice is raised.
Standing from the sofa you frown, “Did you send the video to one of your friends? Is that it? Is that how this has happened?” You want to believe he’s not capable of something like this but all the evidence is against him – he filmed the video, on his camera, he was the only one with a copy. “Was it just something to send to your group chats? Is that what it was to you?”
“That video was for me and you, nobody else—”
“Then how has this happened?! Explain to me why it’s all over the internet!” Your heart hammers inside your chest as you scream, thrashing your arms about as adrenaline courses your veins.
At this Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down, “I-, I don’t know.” He exhales, ridding himself of his grey hoodie before he throws it on the sofa, leaving him stood wearing a plain black t shirt.
“Bullshit.” You spit, “You’re the only one who had the video, you expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do this?”
“Why would I do something like this? Hm? Financial gain? Last time I checked I don’t need the money. So what other reason would I have to do this?”
“You tell me.” You scoff, shrugging as you wipe away your tears.
The realisation that you genuinely believe he’s the one to blame suddenly dawns on him, he’s shocked and insulted to say the least, “Y/N I didn’t fucking do this, why would I want anybody to see that video? I’m on it too.”
“Right,” You laugh, though there’s no humour in your tone, “Because this is going to end so badly for you. The only thing that’s going to happen to you is now everybody knows that you’ve got a big cock, guys are going to high-five you and congratulate—”
“Stop it.” Jungkook bites, “I didn’t leak the video.”
“You know what will happen to me?” You’re furious as you continue ranting, wiping your cheeks with shaky hands, “I’ll be known as the slut that billionaire playboy Jungkook fucked. I’m just another name in your little black book! The sugar baby that he spanked in a beach hut—”
“I said stop it!” His voice is louder, “You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let that happen.”
“It’s already happened!” You shriek, “I wasn’t your girlfriend in Bora Bora, the media already know what our situation was back then it’s all anybody’s been talking about for the past two days. It’s all over the fucking news Jungkook! The news!”
“You don’t think I know that?!” He growls, “You think this is easy for me? Knowing that people have watched that video?” He’s pacing the room now, fingers pushing his hair back in a hurry.
“Oh I’m so sorry that you’re having a hard time, it must be so difficult knowing that the whole world knows you’re good in bed!” You know you’re being irrational with him, you know it’s hard for him to digest the events of the past three days but you can’t bring yourself to look past the fact he’s the one who’s done this.
“Y/N.” He laughs unamused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Nobody feels worse about this than me.”
“What about me?” You’re quiet, “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?”
“Of course not! That’s not what I meant—”
“Then what did you mean Jungkook? You think that you’re worse off than me in this situation? Knowing that men have watched that thing and… I feel violated. I feel sick. I haven’t slept because I know that it’s spreading like wild fire, I can’t even get into my apartment building without the paparazzi asking me for more adult content.” You’re sobbing now, your breath shaky and shallow.
“You think I don’t feel violated?!” His voice is hoarse as he yells, staring down at you with a face of thunder, “Somebody has leaked a video of me having sex with my girlfriend, not some random girl I don’t care about - my girlfriend. I feel disgusted that people are watching that thing and ogling you without your consent. My fucking parents are devastated, I’m devastated, why don’t you understand that this is hard for me too?!”
“You really expect me to believe that you’re not responsible—”
“You know what? Yeah. I do expect my girlfriend to believe me when I say that I didn’t do this, and the fact you don’t says a lot about what you think of me.”
“Why else would you want to film us in the first place?” You can barely make out his face through your tears, he’s standing two feet away with an expression that can only be described as hurt. “Did you plan for this to happen?”
“Don’t,” He warns, refusing your questions, “In hind sight, it was a fucking stupid idea. If I could go back and change it trust me I would.” There’s a moment of tense silence before he opens his mouth to speak again, “Y/N this wasn’t me, I didn’t do this, I could never do something so… disgusting and inappropriate to you.”
“Disgusting and inappropriate…” You repeat, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat, “You mean like when you wanted to pay me for sex thirty minutes after meeting me?”
At this Jungkook stills entirely, it’s his turn to cry now – he stands in front of you with watery eyes, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as though that will catch his emotions before they escape, “That’s enough.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence, you’re rightfully upset and angry but even you know that was too far. You try to steady your breathing, toying with the idea of apologising before his words interrupt your thoughts.
“You really think I did it don’t you? That I leaked the video?”
No words are exchanged, instead you nod slowly and look away from his desperate profile, settling your gaze back to the television which is still reporting the story about you both. For obvious reasons the video can’t be aired on TV, so the news stations have settled for a screenshot of you laying beside each other in bed, his arm draped over your waist as he was about to confess his feelings for you, dazed and fucked-out beneath the sheets.
“But what I don’t understand is why…” Your voice is merely a whisper, “Why you would string me along for so long, just to publicly humiliate me break my heart.”
“If you genuinely believe I’m capable of this, you really don’t know anything about me.”
“No,” You grab your bag from the sofa and throw it over your shoulder, looking him dead in the eye for what you assume will be the last time, “I guess I don’t.”
“Y/N wait.”
You don’t look back.
Jungkook watches you leave his apartment with an aching heart, no sooner than you’re hidden behind the golden doors of the elevator he breaks down, sinking to the ground in floods of salty tears. Unbeknownst to him you too are bawling your eyes out as you exit the building, hiding your face from the dozen camera men that wait for you outside.
A/N: Happy Saturday besties! EX HUSBAND GOJO WON THE VOTE!! Don’t worry though, I got bodyguard Megumi coming soon
Ever since the incident between you and Gojo regarding the third child, things had been eerily quiet from his side. No 3am calls, no surprise visits, nothing.
Perhaps that’s why you felt on edge when it was Gojo’s turn to have the kids for the weekend, and he still hadn’t arrived, your hands slightly shaking as you tied your son’s shoelaces.
“You’re overthinking it y/n” said a deep voice from your phone. “Maybe he’s just running a little late”
You sigh before nodding your head. Nanami was always your voice of reason. Sometimes you wonder if he could give good advice about your abusive relationship with Gojo, but you always kept that a secret from Nanami, not wanting to burden him with your own issues.
You’re suddenly pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock on the door. You take a deep breath as you turn to open the door, feeling slightly confident, knowing Gojo won’t pull anything with his mutual friend Nanami on call.
But the view in front of you wasn’t what you were expecting.
“Geto?”
The black haired man smiled at you sweetly as you greeted eachother. “What are you doing here?” You ask confusedly.
“Gojo was sent on a last minute session, so looks like the kids got me for the weekend!” He said, but he sounded uneasy.
“Oh? Okay.” You say, slightly taken aback that Gojo didn’t tell you beforehand. You hear your kids squeal from behind as they spot their uncle Geto, quickly rushing to the tall buff man, clinging onto his legs. “Hello lil monsters!!” He coos making them giggle.
You smile fondly at your loving children, before returning your attention to Geto, “well we’re off to my mom’s house for the weekend, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything Geto” you say, kissing your children goodbye.
Geto looks up at you confused and slightly tense. “We?”
You nod “Nanami is coming with me for the weekend, I feel too tired to drive so he offered to take me there and keep me company!”
You silently observe Geto’s uneasiness at the mention of Nanami, he knew you two were close, so why was he so stiff?
Geto blinks twice before awkwardly laughing “aww haha how sweet of him, anyways we should probably head out now, c’mon kids!” He calls them.
You place a hand on Geto’s broad shoulder, gaining the raven haired man’s attention. “Are you okay Geto? You seem uneasy, if taking care of the kids isn’t ideal for you this weekend, I can always take them with me” you assure him but the man shake his head quickly and reassures you it’s fine with a pat on your hand, before awkwardly exiting with the kids.
You stand in front of your door for a second confused. Why did he seem so uneasy? After all the years you’ve known Geto, he’s never been so anxious.
Only when he lies.
You shrug your shoulders and carry on getting ready. After all, Geto was a trustworthy friend of yours and Gojo’s for years, you’re sure he’d tell you if there was a problem.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again as a car beeps from outside. You smile as you spot Nanami’s sleek car waiting, you quickly skip out the house, joining your friend.
——
Nanami stands beside you, finally the door opens and you’re greeted with your mom.
“Hi mom” you say, entering the house before she can greet you and Nanami properly.
You sigh dramatically as you place your bags on your floor and stretch your aching legs. You smile as you hear chatter from the garden, deciding to follow the sound.
“Err! Y/n! How about you let Nanami relax in the living room for a bit first?” You mom asks. You pull a funny face at your mom’s weird suggestion, but allow her nonetheless, continuing your path to the garden
“Ahh this is such a nice breeze, I miss thi-“ your sentence was cut off as you paused in your movements.
There sat Gojo in the hammock chair, long legs man spreading as he turn towards you with a menacing grin. “Oh? Hello y/n”
You furrow your eyebrows at your annoying ex husband, internally beating yourself up for believing Geto’s pathetic lie.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, and he ignores your question momentarily to pat his lap, “c’mere baby!” He says so sweetly but only you knew the twisted lust behind it, “and what kind of question is that? We’re family! Even if we’re divorced, I always saw your family as my own!” He charms the table, your cousins cooing at his sickly sweet words.
You move forward to question him further, but his large hands grab your hips firmly, pulling you forward, making you stumble into his embrace.
“Oh? Don’t fall for me now” he says smartly as he grabs you securely, cradling you into his muscular arms. Your family once again laughed at his jokes, as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard.
Spoiler alert, it’s not, but Gojo was too good at faking the charm of a perfect man.
You gritted your teeth as Gojo stroked your hair absentmindedly with you in his lap, as he laughed along with your family. Humiliating was the only word to describe it, but you stayed silent, knowing if you fought against him, everyone would think you’re the crazy problematic one. Oh lord, they wonder how Gojo ‘puts up with you’
After all, women are always the hysterical ones right?
“Babe try this mojito, it’s so good” he says with a grin, pressing the glass to your lips but before you could protest against it, a voice came through the garden.
“Y/n? Oh there you are. Hello Gojo” says the nonchalant man.
Gojo turned towards the voice, smile dropping as he stares at Nanami, who casually strolled into the garden.
Your cousins subtly swoon as they rush to introduce themselves.
You smile at Nanami’s effortless charm, your smile widening evilly as you realise why Geto felt uneasy at the mention of Nanami.
You can feel Gojo’s unnerving, intense stare on your face. He stares silently between you and Nanami, swishing his drink around. His face is unreadable. “And here I was ready to mend things” he mutters but you hear it. You hiss as his fingers dig into your hips.
“Why is he here?” His whispers in your ear and you can hear the envy in every word.
You ignore the pain shooting through your hips and grin from ear to ear as you tilt your head teasingly to meet his your ex husband’s glare.
Brushing your nose against his in mocking affection, you reply “why not babe?”
A/N:My babies I promise I was completing more requests you guys sent, but then my inner intrusive thoughts won Anyways enjoy the angst! <3
“You will no longer be going into campus for college, you’re going to move to online studying”
You stared at your father in unconcealed shock and disbelief, as you envisioned your freedom collapsing right in front of you.
“But why? I’m- I’ve literally done nothing wrong! I’ve been focusing on my education and-“ you defended incoherently.
“Well clearly you haven’t been focusing enough since I’m hearing things from other people. Have you ever thought about how your actions could affect the reputation of our family?” Your dad cut you off, his eyebrows crossed in anger, making your back shiver and your knees grow weak.
Suddenly you hear shuffling from upstairs, you glare as you watch your cousins gathered around the staircase, watching your humiliation like some form of entertainment. The sly smiles on their faces was everything you needed to know on who the “other people” were.
Fuck you.
You felt angry tears build up in your eyes, but they were yet to spill. You knew they would get their way, they always did. How could a non sorcerer like you possibly win?
You can hold my arm if you’re scared
Megumi’s words were the only words that played in your head as you felt yourself shake with fear.
You quickly turned around to face the tall, dark haired bodyguard who looked stern as he stared straight ahead, but you paid no heed to it.
You grabbed the pale hand of your bodyguard, who held yours in return, and you stared up at him desperately.
“Megumi you gotta tell him! Tell dad how good I’ve been! You’re always there! You know how I’ve done nothing but focus on my-“
“Your father is right y/n”
The rest of your sentence died in your throat as you stared up at him in disbelief. His dark blue eyes never met yours.
You blinked once. Then twice. Hoping you heard him wrong, you stood silently next to him as you processed his words, your hands slipping out of his.
He’s not on your side.
The angry tears that were once suppressed finally ran down your flushed cheeks. Desperation taking over as you pressed your body against Megumi’s and grabbed his fitted black blazer, shaking him, punching his chest but he did not retaliate, only staring down at you blankly.
“Megumi you’re supposed to be on side! I thought we were-“
“We’re not” he cut you off sternly, his dark eyes finally focusing on you, but with an unimpressed glare. “We’re nothing, so stop it” he scolds firmly, making you feel like a pathetic child.
Oh. We’re nothing.
You take a step away from him, and look back at your dad with misty eyes, who is already staring at you. You look away in shame, exiting the room and heading upstairs.
“Megumi make sure she actually goes to her room please”
“Yes sir”
You felt his heavy steps follow you behind silently, and it halts as you reach your room.
“Y/n”
“Don’t ever talk to me again” you snap, slamming the bedroom door to his face.
Lingering touches faintly seem to caress your back, ghosts of unwanted memories surging from the deep box you made sure they were buried in. Sad, broken eyes - but not really, not anymore - trace the figure of you standing across the street, a bit off kilt and your head in bubble wrap. You can hear, even smell, the memories resurfacing when you see his face, not long forgotten, always marked in carbon behind your eyes. They taste bittersweet, and seem far older than you give them credit for: but it’s been years, even from the last time you thought about him, or that past you still would like to keep forever on the bottom of a drawer in the back of an your head. He’s just that kind of man: one you can have for a while to yourself, and whose memories might warm you up in the coldest of winter nights - but they fade away with time, leaving behind the unconscious void of something-never-quite-there. You can’t explain the surge of feelings, slithering around your back and inside your veins when looking at his form, his lithe steps and the way he holds another girl’s hand and smiles openly, as if nothing could ever bring him grief or regret. And you smile a little bit to yourself, because maybe that is the truth, and the thing you certainly did not have, was not much a thing at all to him. And it would make sense, because as smiles and bruises, heated whispers, choking gasps, the cold wall behind your shoulder blades and the hot mouth kissing the world away, flood and replace your surroundings, he is not looking anymore. He walks past you, shoulder against shoulder and you keep walking ahead, not knowing whether he does turn his head around, even if you can guess where the heated gaze on your nape is coming from, and faintly touching the point he used to worship right above your collarbone, near a little mole you never noticed. The day ticks away, as the arrows on the clock run from each other, but a photo on your old phone refuses to let you leave. It’s him, just standing there - smiling, carefree, yours. But then you look at your phone, and it is your husband calling, and you feel like the time to toss that other phone away has come. A finger hooks on it, and presses the ‘off’ button, tossing forever away the memories, the faint smell of morning sex and wilted flowers, the burnt cigarettes and the idea of him. The past has enough of that, already - and there is no space for it now. Not here. Not with you. Not anymore.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who is nice to everybody, especially to his students. He loves giving stars and compliments to his students on their little achievements. Got a perfect mark on a test? you got a star on your hands. Finished coloring the activity too early? you got a star on your wrist. Done Memorizing the first 10 letters in the alphabet you got a star on your cheeks.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who notices every small detail on his students. He memorizes everything from head to toe. From the slight change in his students’ head accessories, the minuscule purple heart on his students’ new manicured small nails, to the tied ribbon knot on their shoelaces.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who loves giving flowers to his students. Choso has a small backyard in his house and he personally grows each flower to perfection. He wanted them fresh and free from any toxins so he never missed any day watering them. Choso especially likes giving dandelions, daisies, and lilies wishing all his students to grow with a very active and optimistic outlook in life. He loves children, he very much loves them treating each one as his kid.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who braids his students’ hair with the most gentle care, making sure to brush each tangled strand carefully without pulling the roots of their scalp. On top of the cute mermaid-style braid, he also likes finishing the look with a rainbow pin on both sides of the hair.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who Hugs and coos his students to sleep. After a long day of playing games, reading books, coloring pages from the worksheets, and singing songs, his students love it when he picks them up, rubs their backs, and coo’s them to sleep as they gradually close their heavy lids escaping their world on their dreamy land. Choso would then tuck each of his students on the thickly matted floor and kiss their foreheads before he begins his afternoon duties.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso where you decided to work as a cook in the daycare because the tall, dark-haired man you’ve got a crush on is working as a teacher there. Choso, that was his name, from the moment you saw him to the day you decided to work here you knew that there was something mysterious behind those dark orbs and you weren’t wrong. He was lovely in front of his students, always smiling, always laughing but he is a 360 degrees monster behind closed doors. He is a 30-year-old promiscuous man who plays roughly with several kinks. He loves doing it rough, sadistic. He is degrading, he seeks pleasures when you are struggling beneath him. He loves it so much when your knees are all bruised, eyes red and wetty, and lips are swollen while you are gagging on his cock struggling to take his length. He loves fucking your mouth deep, pushing your head down on his pubes until you are out of breath.
“F-fuck fuck I’m gonna cum and you’ll fucking take it all.” You can feel his cock throbbing as it pulses inside your mouth and just like that you felt your tongue full with thick ropes of cum. A mixture of bitter and salty, still trying to catch your breath, Choso grabbed your chin and watched your doey eyes glisten with tears and lips spilling his creamy-white seeds. You are attempting to swat his fingers on your chin and reach for a napkin to spit his seeds when he tightens his grip on yours and scrutinizes you under his dark lustful eyes. He then began to command you with his low deep voice.
“Swallow.”
Weak and shuddering under his gaze you began to follow his command mindlessly. You swallowed his semen while looking him directly in the eyes. Fingers catching his load that spilled past your lips and sucking them shamelessly. You heard choso laugh manically, his lips formed on a smirk as he stroked your head like his personal fuck doll.
“Good fucking girl.”
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who fucks you senseless and whispers dirty stuff in your ears while his students are fast asleep. your tears are rolling down on your cheeks eyes turned on the back of your head. Unable to think properly while his 3 fingers are knuckle deep on your hole and his cock on your ass. The lewd sound coming from your mouth and the slapping of skins is driving you crazy. You are so wet, so messy. Cheeks soaked from tears, tongue lolled out your mouth, body filled with sweat and pussy drunk from yours and choso’s cum. He was pushing both of your seeds with his fingers inside your cervix while fucking your tight ass hole. You can feel your stomach tighten ready to release another load yet choso is stimulating both of your holes without mercy.
“So fucking filthy, your such a fucking dirty girl. You like this right, getting fuck by me? Getting both of your holes fuck, God your such a slut!”
“C-choso too big I c-can’t anymore please, I’m gonna cum”
“Shut up slut be useful for once and take my cock like a good girl yeah?”
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who stuffs your dirty undies on your mouth to prevent you from moaning so loud. After tucking all the kids to sleep he went on his way to play his kind of games with you. He folded you on the counter, pushed your chest against the marbles of the kitchen, and gripped your waist tightly as he shoved his cocked on your pussy forcing you to take his whole length without prep. Jarred from the sudden force on your hole you reached for your pussy and began stimulating your clit to ease the pain on your hole and make you wet when Choso pulled your hair and whispered in your ears.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself? No, right? Then remove your dirty hands on your pussy or I won’t let you cum.” Cringed from the thought of not cumming you dispelled your fingers from your clit and painfully took choso’s thrust on your hole. He was ramming his hips so deep and so hard that you were unable to contain yourself and spilled a boisterous moan out on your lips so he gripped your jaw and shoved your dirty undies on your mouth.
“So fucking loud! Do you want to wake up my kids, you dirty slut?”
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who’s quick to shove you off his cock one time when a student came by the kitchen finding him after waking up from her sleep. Her hair was messy, hands rubbing the sleep on her eyes and mouth yawning. Afraid of being seen like that choso immediately pushed you off from his lap making you fall on the side. You were still shivering from his release, his semen spilling on your legs, breath still heavy, when he pulled his pants up and squeezed your ass one more time before catching his student in his arms. Fixing her messy hair and leaving small kisses on her temples.
“Teacher, what are you doing here?”
“Hmm, nothin princess, I was just asking y/n what meal we will be having today.”
“B-but we already ate our lunch, teacher!” Choso looked in your direction, delighted with your fucked-up state. Hair is messy, lipstick-stained on the corners of your mouth, clothes are crumpled and legs are shaking. He then formed an incessant smirk on his mouth before answering his student’s question.
“No princess, it’s for me. I haven’t had my dessert yet right, y/n?”
Summary: Sometimes happiness means Geto Suguru’s Happiness
Characters: Geto x reader
cw: angst, reader is crazy in love with geto, mention of death, minor manga spoiler
A/n: uhm, help me with the title pls?
“I trust him more than I trust myself.” At long last, you said it. The truth you have been holding that feels like ages. You always wanted to proclaim it, shove it to everyone’s face, and scrape it on your skin but what’s stopping you? Fear? Abandonment? Condemnation? Maybe, but now you won’t have to feel that. Not when you are ready to give up everything for him, ready to throw everyone else for him. For the scraps of his love and for the declaration on yours.
“Do you realize how crazy you sound right now y/n? he’s a goddamn serial killer wake up!” You said nothing but silence, unwary of the rage and disgust that your friend is offering you right now. Unhinged and stupid enough to understand the words she utter is reality. Unable to think properly whether the love of your life is a serial killer or a dejected son of God. It is a fact that he is a ticking bomb, a heartless mass murderer that killed hundreds-no thousands of people. He’s willing to kill everyone, even killed his own parents for his twisted morals. He signifies death, stinks of misfortune, and bleeds ruination but that didn’t matter because it didn’t scare you. He didn’t scare you, not a bit because you saw him differently. You saw him more than his violence, you saw him beyond his transgressions. They never saw him the way you saw him so they didn’t realize that those dull melancholy eyes were suffocating in pity. Those loneliest nights were his mind was destroying him doing the unthinkable and that of he’s just yearning for someone’s touch, someone’s warmth, and someone’s affection. Someone to tell him that he’s not alone and it will be okay. Those guilty hands and thorn heart that shouted truce where he wanted to stop but he couldn’t. How can you be truly scared of him when you saw him stripped naked with wounds covering his whole body, soul shattered to pieces, and mind covered in a vast darkness. He wanted to be saved but couldn’t. He just wanted to be free. Free of pain and free of terror and so he did.
“Your right, Maybe I am crazy, cuz I fucking love him no matter what you say and no matter what I do.”
“He’s just using you, you know that after he gets what he wants he’ll kill you. He’ll do it without a second thought.”
Your mind began to wonder at the thought of him, Geto Suguru, your master, the love of your life. You saw him at his lowest that facades his glory and you know what he feels inside. He wanted the truth. Freedom of fear, abandonment and death. He wants to be strong and to do that you’ll have to die. God, would you really deny him? Deny his will and candor? Can you say no to his glistening black eyes that cry out peace and unadulterated joy as he witnesses your dying body on the cold ground chasing the last second of your life with an imprint of his genuine buoyancy as he walks towards his eternal truth leaving you behind?
Your heart throbbed, soul faltering, just the slip of his genuine joy makes you weak and restless. If that gives him his freedom, his true happiness, and fulfillment then you’ll do it. You’ll do it in a heartbeat.
“I know and I’ll die on that day with a smile on my face because the person I love the most had at last reached his heaven thus, I did.”
written with my post-vaccine brain so judge me all you want :)
Did my breast get bigger? Looking at the mirror you gave your in front a thorough look, checking on every nook and cranny that somehow changes on your body. Gazing yourself, especially your breast intently in a full view mirror gives you a mixed feeling of dazed and confused.
“Was it really bigger? That can’t be.” You were not sure if you are seeing right but you think your breast got bigger compared to before. Given the fact that you need to use an extender now to hook your bra properly, the cup too came in useless because they aren’t covering much of your soul. Furthermore, the underwires were cutting quite a bit of your meat, leaving your skin itchy and sore. Still befuddled by the new changes you are seeing, you turned your body around to ask your boyfriend for his opinion.
“Hey, babe did my breast get bigger?” Your boyfriend-Gojo was laying down on your bed with his long slim legs on top of the other busy going through his phone when he detached it to look at you.
“Come again, sweetie?” You turned your body around facing him completely before you pushed your breast upwards while looking at him straight in the eye.
“I was just wondering if my breasts got bigger? What do you think? Did they get bigger?”
Gojo folded his arms around his chest, grin painted all over his face, blue eyes raking up on your body up and down. Liips drenched from all his licking before he situated his orbs on your breast boldly undressing you with a mere look.
“Yes baby, your breast certainly got bigger. And I did that to you so you should thank me for it.” Proud of his so-called achievement Gojo strolled towards you, a winning smile covering the entirety of his mouth, he grabbed your breast molding it with his palms like his own art piece.
“So you say baby, don’t you think I need a reward or something?” Tonic with his touch, you decided to play it off and get along with his sultry look, sultry voice, and sultry intention.
“Like what, gojo?” You know what he wants to do and you want to do it for him so you push yourself forward. Letting him feel your roundness on his chest.
“Like a boob job, sweetie. My cock pulsating between your breasts while I spill my cum all over your face. That’s only fair for saving you the money you could have used in a breast implant right?.” Defeated from gojo’s blatant discourse you decided to provide him the deed. He worked too hard to make this breast of your own, so he should definitely try how it works right?
Summary:Milky puddles of darkness and shadows plaster the empty halls of Jujutsu High. The wind howled a solemn sound outside the building, the melody haunting the halls. Everyone residing inside the school was under the spell of rest. Except Megumi. He was possessed to stay awake the whole night and day, for a week now. Ever since the death of Itadori Yuuji. Megumi didn’t even know why he was so upset over that idiot anyways, he barely knew the kid. But his heart was still heavy. Instead of nightmares he was stuck with constant thoughts of it. He wandered the halls like a ghost. The last few days, watching you sleep, despite how awkward it may be if he was caught, was therapeutic. This night in particular, he catches you crying as he peeks into your room, and you sense your boyfriend’s eternal pain.
Word Count: 2761 Words
Authors Note: Wowzers, this took forever to finish for absolutely no reason. I’ve just been busy, as always, with school, work, and debate club. But oh, don’t worry, I’m still in love with writing and not planning on abandoning this blog anytime soon. Just look at my Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist, look at all the wips Anyway, CommentsandReblogs are always appreciated. Join my Taglisttoo!
Milky puddles of darkness and shadow plaster the ghost halls of Jujutsu High. The wind howled a solemn sound outside the campus, the melody haunting the dormitory. Everyone residing inside the school was under the spell of rest, but Megumi, unfortunately, was possessed to stay awake the last few moons. He’s been under this curse of no rest for a week now, and his mind didn’t seize him a break.
Itadori Yuuji was on his mind, someone he hardly could even call his friend due to how short they had known each other. Megumi didn’t even know why he was so upset over that idiot anyways, he barely knew the kid. But his heart was still heavy. Just from the few encounters they had spent together, he felt a spark of friendship develop. He had met Itadori when he was in a state of loneliness and dread. Instead of nightmares he was stuck with constant, possessive thoughts of the tragic event of Itadori’s death that he witnessed through his bloodied eyes. And because of…this he wandered the halls like an eclipsed spirit.
In the beginning, he was the sole first year, beside you, his girlfriend, at Jujutsu High. Until Itadori showed up. To also add to relevance, recently another student, Nobara Kugisaki, had also shown up soon before Itadori’s unfortunate, and juvenile death. But the side reason he had this hole in his chest, a hole of weighted dread, was because of your lengthy absence. You had been sent on an internship of sorts a month before the Itadori Yuuji and Sukuna situation. The ‘internship’ was for you to join experienced Jujutsu sorceries on a long-time, long-distance mission outside of Japan.
Somewhere in India, he remember you telling him. Through your constant text from him while out on this trip, you told him happily how you promoted a grade up due to your helpfulness and proof of development and confidence in your technique. He was proud of you of course, but your success also made him question himself. Question himself on what he wanted to accomplish, that he was destined to succeed and produce things great, like you have so far and young. You were a model student, it probably wasn’t best for him to compare himself. But he couldn’t help it.
In the beginning of the week, you had come back to the school and unpacked in your dorm. You arrived back at the school right after Itadori’s death was announced and arrived from your trip…to a solemn environment. Megumi offered to help but you were persistent. He had honestly felt bad for your underwhelming arrival home. He had issues…expressing his emotions for you.
Expressing how happy he was when you walked through the door, how lonely he had been when you were gone. He had desperately desired you. And the first thing that came to his mind when he learned of Itadori’s death was for your physical comfort. But even when you arrived, he found himself not wanting to speak of his tragedy. He didn’t want to upset you when you arrived home. What Megumi wanted then, was for things to just go back to normal.
Back to just being content with you, and not worrying about other first years or depressing drama. He knew in the back of his mind that you all had to move in cause time and life would not stop to let him cover his feelings. The Goodwill Event was happening sooner than he would like and all of you had to prepare instead of sitting on your asses with a frown. He knew this…but couldn’t change how he felt, and the lack of motivation in his step.
Megumi walked the hall, passing spare dorm rooms in the process, barefooted. The carpet scraped his feet, and the moonlight’s flow showered through the connected windows that followed the hallway to the very end. His steps begin to falter before coming to a slow stop. He stopped in front of a particular room. Reaching for the door knob to check up on your sleeping figure, he hears a timid hiccup. His hands flinched away from the knob, as if it had shocked his pale hand away. His brows curved. Are you crying? The halls were still, and the silence embodied him in full. He stood as still as a mannequin in front of your dorm door, waiting for an itch of a sound to escape the four walls. One second goes by and no sound emits, then another, and another, just a paused silence.
Megumi was getting anxious. Was he hearing things? He pulled at the loose strings of his grey sweatpants as he waited a second longer for a noise, a sign of anything that he wasn’t going mad. The string twirled in his hand as he twisted and turned his sweatpants strings knot.
He must’ve been hearing things, he thought as he turned away. Maybe he was going crazy from lack of rest. Before he could think further a hearty sob transmitted through the door and to his ears, making them twitch ever so slightly. He shook his head, causing a tornado to form, and making his dark hair even more disheveled.
Fuck it.
He curved the knob, and the door slightly creaked open. He peeked his head inside of the dark, but familiar room. Megumi knew your dorm better than he knew his own. The mid-opened closet had various pictures of you and him, some with Satoru and the other second years. It was a bit dusty due to your lack of appearance as of late, so your window was left open, bringing in a melodic light from the moon, and a cool sigh of wind. His eyes shifted onto you, primarily. Moonbeams stained you, and crystallized tears poured from your eyes.
You had yet to notice his sudden appearance, so you continued to cry your song, and drain your tears. The wind shivered the leaves and tree branches outside your window. Megumi wasn’t sure if it was the wind or your presence that was bringing a chill up his spine. Your abrupt sob brings him back to attention. He scratched the back of his hair before suddenly making his presence known. He calls out your name gently so as not to startle you, causing the tears you allowed to fall down your face to come to a sturdy stop. You turned to him, processing his appearance. Half his body was peeking in through your opened door. Your eyes were startled like a shocked kitten; they glistened from your youthful tears, and twinkled in the moonlight.
Your heart had backflipped when you had suddenly heard your boyfriend’s voice. Your stifled cries quickly came to stop as you stared from your bed, at your boyfriend of years, gripping your bed comforter. He questioned you, gently. “Why are you crying?“ You hiccup before responding, wiping your stained face. "It’s nothing to worry about Megumi, I just had a bad dream,” you mustered. Subconsciously, you scoot over, making room on your bed for Megumi. He walks in fully, closing the door behind himself. He asks. “Oh? What about?”
He places his hand in his sweats pockets as you stutter, the cause of your tears picking back the pace. “Well, I-It was,” you hiccupped. The dream now was sort of a blur, at this point you didn’t know how long you were crying for. Megumi stood in his spot, in front of where you laid on your bed, hand tense in his pocket, anxiously waiting for your answer. He assumed it was something awful that happened on your mission out of the country, and he felt bad that he hadn’t asked you when you’d first arrived home. The things you must’ve seen, and the experiences you went through, must’ve been traumatizing. His eyes narrowed. And he wasn’t there for you. Megumi looked down on himself. Calling himself a bad boyfriend internally.
You shook your head, tears spilling everywhere on your comforter as you exclaimed the reason for your wave of sadness. The cause of the pain in your heart and dread. Megumi listened. Your voice was higher in pitch, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the entire school had heard you state your ridiculous, depressing, dream.
“It was about Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure!!”
His mouth went dry. “What….?” His eyebrows curved, and pine eyes emptied. You’re crying over an anime of all things? His mind was slowly processing the information as you explained your dream in further detail, wiping the tears forming. “After my internship in India, I rewatched that Stardust Crusaders episode where they traveled to India before bed and I guess I had a dream about it. The character’s death always makes me cry!” You lean against the wall and your eyes water as you recall the characters that didn’t make it to Diamond Is Unbreakable.
Megumi stared at you, unimpressed. That’s what you were crying about?“ His eyes squinted. You whined. "Don’t judge! It was sad, okay!” You reach and dig your hands into his right pocket and pull his hand to hold. Megumi didn’t protest. He still, however, stood in front of your bed while you rested your back against the wall against your bed. The only thing keeping you both connected was your entwined hands in the moonlight. His hands were so warm, you couldn’t replace it with anything.
Megumi didn’t say anything. You pouted at his disregard of a depressing scene of an anime you loved! You pull on his hand, pulling him closer, making his knee now touch your mattress. He stared into your eyes, while you stared up into his from your bed. You looked so cute pouting up at him, he thought. He squeezed your hand, and you soon squeezed back. A wave of calmness crossed you. You stared at Megumi. It was nice to see him again, see him in person. To touch him, and to really comfort him. Especially now, when he needs you the most. Your time wavered. “Why are you up anyway, Megumi? Bad dream too?“
Megumi’s was quiet again. He didn’t even get the chance to dream. He looked away from you, his eyes shifty. You sit up straight and pull him onto the bed beside you. The impact of his fall onto the bed makes it bounce for a second, and now he sits beside you, back against the wall. He was still quiet though. You rubbed the hand you held with your other. Leaning your head on his shoulder, your brows slump down as you stare at his perfect face, trying to read him. To get him to say something to you. You rested your chin on his shoulder. You ask again.
“Megumi? Why are you up anyway?” Your question wasn’t answered. Instead of an answer or words, he abruptly kisses you, shutting you up also. You freeze, his lips moved against yours passionately. You squeezed his hand as your eyes fluttered closed, your heartbeat began to accelerate. You turned your head to the side for a better angle. As he slowly pulled away, he rested his free hand on your cheek, blush spread on his face like cotton candy. When your eyelashes fluttered open, his dark green eyes boldly stared back at you, and a warmth filled your cheeks and stomach.
However, he still didn’t say anything, but his action spoke louder than any words. You whisper. "Is it about Itadori?” Megumi sighed, and turned away from your eyes, and instead now found your locked hands more of an interesting sight at the moment. A second passes, and a breeze comes inside. After half a minute, his lips begin to move. “I haven’t been able to sleep,” he admits, still staring at your entwined hands. You look down, biting your bottom lip. What could you say? You didn’t know Itadori, but you weren’t out of the loop either. Megumi never told you how close he was beginning to feel towards Itadori. You honestly hadn’t witnessed your boyfriend develop a friendship with someone in a very long time. You were told by the second years how it was suspected that the higher ups got Itadori killed, and you believed them, because Satoru didn’t try to dismiss your questions on the rumor.
"I didn’t know Itadori as well as you did but, his death still upsets me,” you sympathized. “I would hate to lose you. I would hate to lose everyone! My parents, friends, teachers, everyone. I wouldn’t be complete without them. Especially without you Megumi, I would be far too upset.” You allowed your heart to spill. Before you could tear up further, suddenly, Megumi begins to chuckle, rubbing your tense hand he held. "Everything upsets you, even anime character’s deaths,” he teased.
He smiled at you. Your eyes soften at his expression. His dark eyes were exhausted and humble. It was dark inside, but the moonbeams on his face made him glow. You smiled back, bopping your noise with him. You bark at him. "No teasing!” You weakly punch his shoulder. Megumi does his fair share of teasing, he can be stoic at times but anyone who knows him knows he’s more than that. But you like him this way, you love when he allows himself to be vulnerable just for a tiny bit. Megumi however, liked how you expressed your emotions and thoughts so easily. How it was as easy as breathing for you to admit…that you’d miss him if he died. He loved how much you cared…
You slouch your shoulders. “But seriously Megumi. You can talk to me about anything, you know. I’m always here to listen to you,” you remind him, laying your head back on his shoulder, pouting. Grabbing his hand with the one he isn’t already holding, placing it on top of your entwined hands. Megumi sighed. He stared straight ahead at the wall in front of your bed. He nodded. "I know,” he said, barely audible. He leans closer to you. For a second there was an eternal silence that stared at the sight of two. You snuggled your face further into his shoulder, and soon he ends up just wrapping his arm around you. In return you wrap your arms around his torso, unlinking your hands from his. Your eyes were getting heavy, and your throat was a tad dry but you didn’t want to end Megumi’s embrace.
You look up at his ghostly face.
"Do you want to stay the night? And risk Gojō-sensei’s teasing once he catches us. Am I worth that big of a risk?” You teased him. Satoru had a habit of teasing you both, mostly Megumi, really only a Megumi, from any sign of intimacy you both showed. Rarely did you both do public displays of affection. Not only because of Satoru however he did play a minor role. You leaned up to sleepily kiss his cheek. Megumi’s face was content and he didn’t fully react to your kiss. His thoughts were calm for once, and his heart wasn’t as heavy as before. Half of the dread he carried, dispersed. You were so lovely, he thought. Itadori was still on his mind however, despite him being blessed to be in your embrace right now. But for now, he’ll enjoy life, and allow himself to feel and accept the pain and remorse he feels for his fallen…friend.
“You’re worth every risk.”
You smile lazily at his response. Lack of rest and love behind your clouded eyes. You rest them before whispering right into his ear, paralyzing him. “I love you, Megumi.” Your weight pulled at his shoulder. He leaned his head back against the wall, fluffy hair acting as a cushion. He pulled you closer to his warmth, embracing you as lovingly as he could. “I love you too,” he murmured, eyes shadowed. “I think…I’ll stay the night,” he whispered. He gazed at you, but you were already fast asleep on his shoulder. The sight eased him to slumber.
summary:the king has been struck by never-ending grief when he found out about his wife’s infidelity. he has her ordered to be killed, but afterward, he is no longer the same. every night he marries a woman, and every morning he has her killed. the endless cycle continues until the night you’re chosen to be his wife. instead of letting him ruin you, you tell him a story. you tell him a story that he just has to know the ending to. and so begins the story of one thousand and one arabian nights.
pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader
genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, royal au, based off of the story from 1001 arabian nights
word count:10.7k+
warnings: dark content, mdni, 18+,mentions of killing, mentions of taking virginity, has the gallows and a noose in it, praise!kink, corruption!kink, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating
note:for those who don’t know, baba means dad, and aziz/azizammeans my dear in farsi. this story loosely follows 1001 arabian nights, but not completely. i wasn’t gonna sit on my ass and write them all out
also a big, big, thank you to @jadeisthirstingfor beta reading, ty sm bby!!
The palace smelled deeply of rose petals, a scent so distinctly comforting that you couldn’t help but smile giddily as you walked down the vast halls, looking at the different amenities the palace had to offer as you searched for the room you knew your father would be residing in.
The more you walked, the darker the halls got and the less the smell of rose lingered in the air, a warning to stay away from this part of the palace. Though you had no choice but to ignore the prominent warnings, your posture became more frigid as you hummed a tune you had heard in the bazaar to keep yourself busy.
You were well aware of the fact that your father resided right next to the king’s quarters, so as you slowly opened his door to make sure no noise was heard, entering as you noted your father sitting on the edge of his bed, his wrinkly hands enveloping his tethered face as he could barely bring himself up to look at you.
“Baba,” Your heart dropped, running over to his frail body, your hands checking his forehead as your eyes filled with worry, “What’s wrong? Does your back hurt? Oh,” You noted his worn-out hands, “You have to let the king find another vizier,” You kneaded his hand with yours, “You cannot be his helper forever,” You cracked a gentle smile, but instead of his usual banter, he shook his head, still not looking up from his bed as he sniffled.
“Baba?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. Your father never cried. Never. Not when your mother died, not when the old king died, or even when you had managed to ruin his silken clothing. Despite his hardships, he was the man of the household, and he held himself to that standard.
But here, he looked like the shell of a man. His shoulders were hunched, lips pale as he shuddered, pushing your hands off of his back as he weakly stood up.
“Y/n,” He stared at the door, eyes quite dead as he refused to look your way, terrified that if he did he would crumble to his knees and beg for an apology. Even worse, if he looked at you, his resolve would shatter and he’d leave the room as fast as he could, “Azizam,” You watched as a singular tear rolled down his cheek, “You will have to forgive me.”
You shakily rose, brows scrunched up in confusion as you let out a question laugh, walking over to him to see what he was talking about, what had gotten him so shaken up that he used such an endearing nickname he had never used before this day.
“The king has asked for you to spend the evening with him,” He muttered, voice hoarse and raspy as he broke down into tears again.
“He…” Your shaky hands flew to your lips, eyes wide as you stumbled back, “He what?” Your frantic questions went unanswered as your father let more of his endless tears fall, wet lips holding back silent sobs as he turned back.
The king, a dreaded name for those around the palace. You childishly thought that being the daughter of the vizier would somehow spare you of the torture, of the horror that came with going into his quarters at midnight.
He said nothing as he crumpled down to the floor, hands covering his eyes as you stared at the door, the same one you had entered through, and the same one that seemed to mock you as your hands shook at your side.
One evening pleasuring the king meant spending the next morning dead.
—
Servants flocked to the room shortly thereafter.
They paid no attention to the old man as they ushered you outside, their nimble fingers working swiftly as they led you to a completely different room, stripping you bare as you worked mindlessly.
You fell into the large basin, cold water splashing across your body as they worked in silence, some here and there whispering words of pity to one another as they gossiped about your father’s weakened state.
You knew that deep down, sooner or later, this day would come. That one night they will take you to get clean and pretty so that the king can spend his lonely night with a virgin to bed, and by morning have her dead so that she may not betray him.
You could guess why you were giving off no emotions as their hands scraped your body rid of the dirt and dust, rubbing rose petals across your flesh, running water through your hair as they worked quickly and effortlessly.
At this point, you knew they had done this many times to know to be quick with the king’s impatient temper.
You seemed to be like a mindless doll as they carried you out of the tub, staying quiet as one lady braided your hair, gentle as she wove flowers into the crown of your head.
You watched as the other carefully dotted the roses across your cheeks, dipping her finger into the jar of honey as she brought it up, careful not to let any of it to waste as she swiped it across your lips, her eyes filled with deep sorrow as you stared out the windows and into the dark veil of night.
“You look very beautiful, azizam,” The old lady behind you muttered, her kind hands letting go of your hair as she gave your shoulder a gentle pat, “I’m sure your father would be proud of his daughter for serving the nation.
Serving the nation in your one day demise.
“You have not been…” The old lady sighed, looking away as her hands fell to her side, “You have not been bedded yet, yes?”
You slowly shook your head, muttering out a quiet no as she nodded, ushering out all the other ladies as she came to your view, dropping down so that she was level with your knees.
“You are the vizier’s daughter, so you must know,” She stated, her hands holding your cold ones as she pressed a soft kiss to the backside of it, “After you go into his room, he will tell you what he wants. When morning comes, he will have you killed.”
“I have heard it’s quick and painless, “ She sighed, giving you a sad smile, “Yet those who have experienced it cannot tell the tale, and so I don’t want you to weigh too deeply on my words, okay aziz?”
The old lady looked down at your hands as she took in a shaky breath, lifting your chin as she patted your cheek carefully.
“The time is almost midnight,” She said and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, “He should be expecting us soon.”
—
His quarters were cold, that was the first thing you noticed.
You expected frost to be on the windows, and your breath to be visible in the moonlight, but you could only shudder as you looked around the candle-lit room, wondering when the apparent king was going to make his appearance.
Your shoulders were covered by the robes they had given you, but you still shivered as you took a slow step forward, expecting an echo to follow suit.
You jumped when the door behind you clicked opened, and you looked behind to see his looming shadow behind you, growing slowly as he took steps forward, and you could feel his icy gaze taking you in.
His white hair matched the surroundings, and his eyes, oh his eyes. So blue, such a color seemed to be unknown to humankind. You wanted to reach in and hold his face so you could see if he had diamonds in his sockets, but you knew to restrain yourself, straining your spine as you matched his stare.
You had heard of the king’s attractive outward appearance. Even when he had ordered for his old wife and her concubines to be executed, many of the women of the nation volunteered to fill her place as they never thought a man with such grace could be so cruel.
“My king,” You said with a deep bow, the shawl that loosely covered your shoulders almost slipping off your skin at the movement.
“Are you Y/n?” He asked, his voice deep and rich as he circled you, taking in your hair, the way your face seemed to shine brightly with the help of the candles, and how the robe around your shoulder hung snuggly around your body.
“Yes,” You bit out, swallowing your fear as you turned with him, not wanting the man to see your true emotions.
“You’re the oldest daughter of Ja’far?” His gaze traveled across your frame, settling seconds longer on your lips until they left as they glanced at the window.
“Yes,” You said through clenched teeth, the unsettling blue in his eyes reminding you that you were simply a lamb in the lion’s den.
You watched as he slowly nodded, his jaw set in place as he glanced around the room, his nose wrinkling at the overpowering rose scent that lingered in your neck and wrists.
“I’m Satoru,” He said, though you already knew that, “And I can assure you that these next hours aren’t as you’ve heard,” He mentioned with a tilt in his voice, but that only made your heartbeat more erratically, most likely the opposite of how he wanted you to react.
He worked by taking his gloves off, slender finger after slender finger, and he dropped them somewhere to the side, running a hand through his hair as he turned his back towards you, sighing deeply as he pinched his nose.
He moved to get something behind you, a drink the servants had laid out for him as he took in a heavy sip, his lips tainted red with the wine as he stared at the back of your head.
His hands were slow yet delicate as they found their way up to your hips, and you let out a quiet yelp as you felt his cold fingers tracing the patterns that adorned your robes.
“You’re pretty,” He muttered, his breath fanning over the skin of your neck, making you shiver, almost making you forget where you were as you felt your knees wobble from the weight of your body, “Haven’t seen you before, have I?” And you weakly shook your head, your heart pounding roughly against your ribcage as you felt his lips land on the skin beneath your ear, surprisingly gentle and warm as they kissed and nipped.
“You’re sweet, too,” He observed, and you could have sworn that have only lined your lips with honey, but he seemed intent on his statement, his lips moving more quickly as his hands reached up to the strings that tie your robes together.
And you froze, knowing that if he were to proceed, he’d surely kill you in the morning. And wouldn’t allow yourself to die tomorrow. You could not die to a man who wanted nothing more than to take your humanity and then dispose of you as if you were stale rice. You had a life planned outside of the palace walls, and you knew that deep down, this king could be manipulated in his fragile state of mind.
Your eyes darted around the room, trying to find anything to secure yourself until they landed on a jeweled knife, its handle crusted in rubies and emeralds and your eyes widened slightly with a mad, certainly mad, idea.
It was sharp and cleaned with precision. Sharp and versatile, and you didn’t doubt he had used it in the act of killing.
“That knife!” You sputtered out, stuttering as you stumbled forward out of his grasp, almost hoping you could swallow the words back at the way he snapped his head towards you.
“What?”
“A man once used that exact knife to get through the mountains of Zagros,” You quickly regained yourself, mind running quickly, two sides of yourself debating between doing this or sleeping with the king to quicken your eventual death.
The king stared at the knife for a couple of seconds before looking at you once again, his brows furrowed.
“Excuse me?”
You straightened your shoulders once again, clearing your throat as you tried to regain your confidence.
“A man that went by the name Aghā Ali,” You said, voice barely coming out of your throat as you tried to think of something as quickly as you could in your messed state, “When his daughter fell ill to the plague, he became desperate to find a cure. The village apothecary told him to go to the Zagros mountains and cut the red flowers he’d find in a field,” You nodded your head in the direction of the knife, “And he used a knife just like that one to cut the stem of the flowers when he found them…”
Silence fell in the space between the two of you, and you could see the rise and fall of his chest as millions of ideas running through his crystalline eyes.
“Are you telling me a story?” He asked incredulously, almost as if he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.
You cleared your throat, trying to shrug it off as you stared back at the knife.
“I’m simply stating that a man once used that knife before to save his daughter.”
“How do you know he used my knife?” He was testing you now, you could easily tell. His lips had curved into an evil smile, a cat’s grin as he took a step closer to you, sensing the fear that still radiated off from your body.
“W-well, not your knife, but one that looked much like that,” You explained, swallowing dryly as you tried for a sweet smile, one that he might like, as you continued.
“His late wife had given it to him as a present, and so he used it wherever he went, for whatever that he could.”
The king didn’t say anything, so you took it as a sign that he wasn’t angry yet.
So you moved, putting on the facade of somebody confident in their story as you slyly moved behind him, causing him to follow your quick feet as you walked over to the table, careful as you picked up the heavy dagger.
It was strange in your hand, and you could tell how uneasy he felt with the weapon in your hand.
So you set it down, nodding as you swallowed your spit once again.
“Ali didn’t know his way around the mountains, so he got lost frequently in search of the flower,” Your fingers traced the rubies, shaking as you turned the knife over, running a pinger across the blade as you winced when it slit your skin, your blood staining it a bright red as you felt his eyes follow you.
“And because he had no map he went off of instinct alone,” You moved around the table, eyes darting to the slick pillows and shawls fit for a king.
“At night, he would lay under the moon and use his knife as a way to cut the animals open so that he could eat them for dinner. The mountains didn’t have anything big such as deer or goat, but he could hunt the occasional rabbits, even duck if he were lucky enough to pass by a lake.” You looked up at him from your lashes to see what he was doing, and much to your surprise he was staring back just as intently.
“The man knew that with each passing day his daughter would be getting sick and sicker, and though she was stronger than his wife in terms of physical strength, the plague took no longer than a month to kill even the strongest of the king’s soldiers, according to the village apothecary.”
Your robes felt heavy on your sides as you moved around the room, feeling the weight of everything slow you down as you tried to quickly think of more things to drag the story on.
“So he continued the track across the mountain, getting weaker by the hour, more tired by the minute and he still could not find the flowers he needed to heal his daughter.”
“Why go through so much?” The king interrupted, clearly annoyed with the way your story was going.
You stammered at the question, brows furrowing as you tried to make sense of it.
“Go through so much?” You repeated, shaking your head, forgetting who you were and where you were as you tilted your head to the side, “ I’m not sure I understand,”
He shook his head, looking at the dagger as he simply shrugged.
“The old man must be withering away in these conditions. If the girl would die in a matter of weeks, why should he push himself to such an extent?”
“Because it’s his daughter,” You quickly argued back, eyes narrowing as the king moved forward, taking off his heavy coats as he sighed in relief at the release of the material.
“And?”
“Well…” You sighed; realizing this must be difficult to explain to this particular man, “He cares for her and he doesn’t like to see his daughter in pain. He’s going through all this hard to make sure that she’ll be alright.” He scoffed as his hands found their way to a bowl, taking out one of the dates as he chewed on it before he spits the seed out.
“That seems like a figment of the imagination,” The king chewed and then swallowed, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he explained, “Fathers don’t care much for their daughters.”
A part of you boiled in outrage at the statement.
“Perhaps some don’t, my king, but that doesn’t mean all fathers carry no ounce of care for their daughters,” He could see your tremor fade off as it soon got replaced with fiery anger.
“No?” He asked coyly, talking out another date as he repeated the same actions.
“No,” You said without letting your voice waver.
“Then why did your father offer you up tonight? Surely he could have picked your other sister if he cared for you that much. Or the servant that’s standing right outside my door. Or maybe even the girl who cleans up the horse shit in the stables. Surely a fathers love my reach beyond that point, no?”
You could feel your resolve crumble as you listened to his words, your heart heavy isn’t the small expanse of your chest as you refused to breathe properly.
Did he simply offer you up as easily as the king was saying? Just like a lamb for slaughter?
“Just as I was saying,” He continued, happy with your obvious shock, “I find it rather hard to believe that Ali would go through the mountains of Zagros to find a flower for his dying daughter.”
He looked pleased with your silent state, watching keenly as you swallowed the thick lump accumulating in your throat. You took in a deep breath, controlling the shake in your voice as you stared at something behind him.
“The old man was relentless,” You continued the story, pretending that your conversation with the king was nothing, and missed the way his face fell for a second, taken back by the way you could compose yourself with clear tears making their way into your waterline, “But the flower was hard to find.”
“One night as the man was cleaning out his rabbit, he stopped when he noticed the rabbit had red petals lining the fur near its lips.”
“And so he cut the stomach to find it full of red petals, the same color as the flower he was so desperately trying to find.”
“The next day he went in search of rabbits with the same fur, and that night he was able to catch another one with the same petals in its stomach.”
“And so the old man followed the trail of rabbits until he one day, miraculously stumbled across a field full of the red flowers.”
“He was eager as he stuffed them in his satchel, memorizing the path he had taken as he passed by the old streams and lines of trees, his bad bursting at the seam with red relates and green stems.”
You stopped, tilting your head to the side as you gave out another yawn, oblivious to the fact that in the minutes you had spent thinking of more to tell, and in the hours you had spent explaining the complexity of the story to the king, the sun had begun peeking its way through the mountains.
“So when he got back home, his daughter told him that she only had a couple of days left to live before the plague got to her,” You didn’t notice how the king had risen from his satin seat, walking slowly over to you as his impatience got the best of him.
“And then?”
You whipped your head around at the sound, heart beating wildly in your chest at his unexpected voice.
“He cut the flowers up and mixed them in with tea, and each day he’d double the amount of the flowers he would use,” Your bodies were close to each other, so close that despite his tall stance you could feel his breath hitting your cheek, his eyes following the rise and fall do your chest.
“Did she not like the tea?” His voice was taunting and you shook your head, trying for the same menacing smile he was giving you.
“No,” You moved away from him, your robes swaying behind you as his gaze traveled across your swift movements, “She loved it. Each day she’d ask for triple the number of flowers instead of double,” Your eyes were trained on the window that pointed to the east.
“But,” You gnawed on your lip, “Ali didn’t realize that what he was doing was wrong,” You could hear him moving from behind you, his feet padded on the ground.
“And why is that?”
Your eyes darted to the window, the way the sun amazingly shone through the stained glass and colored his snow hair a mix of blues and yellows, something that your somber mind never thought you’d see again.
“The sun is coming up, my king,” You noted, your voice catching in the back of your throat as if you couldn’t believe what you were saying. It seemed that he too, couldn’t believe such a thing as he looked behind himself in doubt.
The two of you said nothing as his eyes widened for a second, lips parted in a shock as he looked at you in relative incredulity.
“My king…” You whispered, voice hoarse as you swallowed thickly, praying that your devious plan was working its way to the man, “What should I do?”
The king could only stare at you in somewhat disbelief, eyes narrowing as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, a yawn escaping his lips as his kind ran with millions of thoughts about what he should do with you.
Never had somebody stalled him for the entirety of the night, let alone made him want to know more about the woman before he had her ordered to be killed. And despite him deep down knowing that this would surely ruin everything he had done to barricade his lonely heart, he shook his head slowly, brows scrunched up in confusion as he admitted to himself that he wanted to know the rest of your story.
“No,” He muttered out to himself, shaking his head as he glanced over at you, but it weighed heavily in the expanse of his room, “Come tonight and finish the story.”
And he didn’t need to say it to know that you had managed to get the king hooked.
—
When the door creaked open with the maids once again lamentable at the fact that they’d be leading you to your death, they were surprised to still find your robes adjourning your shoulders, and the look of both dissatisfaction and something more lining the king’s face.
They all stared at him, waiting for the same orders that would tumble out of his mouth every morning, but he just waved them aside, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered out a quiet, “I expect you to finish tonight,” Before he shrugged his coat back on as he stalked out of the room.
As he moved past the servants, all the ladies stared back at you, mouths hanging open in shock, their hearts pounding in their ears, mirroring yours as the old lady who had bathed you the night before took a tentative step into the bedroom.
“Y/n…?” She asked slowly, testing to see how you would react, to see if he had done anything that could have broken both you and the cruel king to such a point, “Is everything alright?”
You stared at her, giving her a slow nod of your head as you couldn’t believe you were able to see the sun rising and hear the laughs of bewilderment that came from the servants behind the old lady.
“Did he say he wants to see her again?” One of the younger girls peeped up, and everyone snapped their heads over to her, the question everybody was wondering finally spoken out loud.
“I think he did,” One of the girls behind her answered, still not believing what they were hearing.
“What did you do?” Another one asked, testing gazes all focused on you, curious, begging to know just what you had done to break the streak of killings.
“I,” You sighed, rubbing your throat as you pushed some hair behind your ears, letting out a skeptical laugh, “I just told him a story.”
—
That night, they did the same thing as the previous one.
They stripped you down, this time a bit more gentle as they weren’t much grime to scrub off, but still generous in the amount of fragrance they dabbed all over your body.
“Tonight,” The old lady who you had come to learn was named Nasreen, muttered softly, quiet enough for only you to hear, “Draw out your stories. Make them more interesting than the last,” She whispered into your ear as she led you back towards the king’s quarters, “I have never seen the king so,” She paused looking for the right word, “Forgiving as he was last night. You must have made an impact on him,” Her voice was laced with pride yet worried, “Don’t forget to make him more enthralled tonight than the last, alright?”
You merely nodded, tongue heavy in your mouth as you thought of all the stories you had come up with in the hours leading up to now, that in the hassle of the palace trying to get you prepared for the king you came up with the most fantastical stories you could think of.
“Y/n,” She stopped you right behind the familiar door, “I wish you all the luck,” She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, scuffling away as the clock near midnight once again, fearful that if she stayed long enough she’d get too attached to you. And she had learned her lesson before.
Your eyes were trained on the door handle, hands filled with heavy lead as you raised them to the gold knob, giving it a slow twist as it opened easily into the freezing room.
It was dark, just as you remembered it being the previous night. The chilly air wrapped itself unwillingly across your frame, and with each heavy step, you took forward, the more dread-filled itself inside your head.
“Close the door,” His voice called out from the bundle of blankets and pillows that were laid out on the floor. You jumped when you noticed he had been there the entire time, shutting the wood quickly behind you as you shuffled inside.
“My king,” You gave him the customary bow, your heart pounding roughly in your ears as you heard some noise come from his side of the room, the ruffling of fabrics as he stood up, walking his distance towards you.
He said nothing as you lifted your head, his sapphirine eyes meeting yours as they stared boredly ahead, as if he could be more amused, and grunted, muttering something to himself as he walked away, picking up a date from the bowl as he pitted it and munched on it slowly.
“You seem displeased,” He noted, looking at your frigid body, “Are you not comfortable?” His white hair moved as he tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out why you seemed so reserved.
You chuckled a bit in surprise, not thinking him to be of the right mind to ask such a question.
“My king,” You started, thinking of the nicest way to phrase what you were going to say next, “Forgive my outward appearance but…” You laughed again, almost to yourself that he could even be confused, “I must admit, I have reason to be drawn away.”
He looked back at you, eyebrow cocked as your fingers picked at each other, your mouth brought in a thin line as you looked around the room, anywhere to escape his heavy gaze.
“If you are not comfortable standing,” He gestured to the space to his side, “There is ample room for you to reside as you finish your story,”
You swallowed thickly, thinking of what would happen if you agreed to his offer. Sitting next to him, in such proximity, could insinuate things that you were trying to hold off for as long as you could.
But your feet were already tired from standing for so long last night, and with the hecticness of the day that followed, you found your body disobeying your rational mind as it slowly brought you over to his residing area.
You could see his sly grin growing at your willingness to come over, and you watched as he moved his slender legs to the side, letting you almost break to the ground as you let out a small groan of pleasure at how soft the fabric lay beneath you.
His eyes widened slightly at the sound, his heart beating rapidly as your lids shut for a second, your face momentarily blissed out as you craved for such relaxation until they snapped back open, remembering just where you were.
“S-so,” You cleared your throat, moving away as far as you could as you rest your back on the wall, “If you so please, I can continue with the story of Aghā Ali.” You paused to see his reaction, and he gave a little nod of his head, allowing for you to continue.
“The flowers he had been told to get from the mountain were useless, and even worse, doing more damage than good. The apothecary who told him to find the flowers was a greedy man who had been in love with Ali’s wife, and now daughter, and could only see them as his own or as dead.” You peeked over to see what the king was doing and was somewhat surprised to see him staring back intently at you.
“In a jealous and insane rage, the apothecary had been poisoning the bread that Ali and his daughter ate, and despite all his best tries, Ali seemed immune to the lethal dosages he was receiving. So, in hopes of trying to get rid of him, he told Ali that the flowers found in the Zagros mountains would be the only cure,” He sat up, supporting his head in his hands as his eyes narrowed.
“Why not kill him?” He asked and you paused, licking your lips as you smiled, glad to have anticipated his question beforehand.
“Because killing Ali would mean that he would no longer be allowed to go to Jannah, and the apothecary was weary of the sins he committed.” His eyes shined a darker shade of blue at your statement.
“Unfortunately for the apothecary, Ali was a bright man and could pick up on the flowers’ dangerous properties. Ali was also aware of the apothecary’s jealous fit and quickly put the two and two together. So, instead of wasting time spending his rage on the apothecary, he decided to wait.” You crossed your ankles together, adjusting your robe as you shivered, the air still cold no matter how much you adjusted your shawl.
“To wait?” He interrupted, lips pursed and brows furrowed in confusion. You got worried that he was losing his interest in your story, but he sat up, his white hair falling as curls on his face, eyes still shimmering blue as he tilted his head, “He decided to wait?”
His childish demeanor not only made you startled, but you could help but let your lips tug into a smile, and you tried to cover it up with a cough as you nodded.
“Ali was a very observant man. He could tell that whenever his daughter ate the bread, the sicker she got. So he waited, feeding her only bone broth and tea, without the flowers, of course,”
“And just as Ali had suspected after he stopped feeding her the bread and the flowers, she got healthier with each passing day. When the apothecary realized that Ali had once again won over his devious plan, he gave up,” You looked over to the jewel-encrusted knife, “And the apothecary slit his throat as a final testimony to his dying will.”
You could see how the king’s eyes widened, his lips parting as he became even more confused.
“That’s it?” He interjected, “He dies?” Bile rose to your throat, terrified that you had only upset the king until you tried to calm yourself down, your plan steady in your head as you raised your hands in a gesture to calm him down.
“For that story, yes, my king, but I also happen to know another story that you might enjoy,” It was a sudden change, but you wanted him to forget who he was for a second, to look past everything so that you could continue.
You could see something happening behind his stoic gaze, how his eyes narrowed once again, trying to sniff out your ingenuity, but you offered him a tender smile, one that held more behind it than he could tell, and the king only sighed, laced with annoyance and anger because of your stranglehold on his curiosity, and he glanced out the window.
“Well, hurry on with it,” He muttered, falling back down as he picked up another date to chew on.
And you grinned widely and didn’t care if he could see.
“My king, I doubt you’ve heard the story of the seven voyages of Sinbad…”
—
And so, the cycle continued.
You found yourself in his quarters night after night, evading death by ending on a cliffhanger that the king could only hear if he extended your death by one more day. Every night, you’d finish the story and start on another, prompting the king to a circle of never-ending stories.
The palace, stalked by your boldness to make the king enamored by your storytelling, began working like clockwork, giving you time to yourself to sleep during the day, as well as time to think up new and enticing stories the king may like.
You could tell he had a knack for adventures, and so you tried to make each one more exciting than the last. He was fond of poems of love and war, though he seemed to prefer stories of erotica more.
He was cruel, and even in the daytime, when you didn’t see much of him, you heard of his doings. While he seemed to be keen on not killing you until you run dry of things to tell, he still ruled with an iron fist, and the woes of the nation were only going unheard.
“Y/n,” The king interrupted you one night, pushing himself up by the elbows as he looked at you in your bundled-up corner, “What do you see?”
Your brows scrunched up in confusion at his question, and you squint to see what he was looking at.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I understand,” Your fingers fidgeted with one another as the king scoffed and he licked his teeth, weaving his hand through his hair as he motioned for you to come closer to him.
You slowly obliged, crawling over to where he was sitting as you gave yourself some space from his side.
You could notice his features more clearly here when the candle could illuminate his features better. His hair was arctic white, white than the snow that would litter the ground in the colder months. And his skin was pale and easily flushed red, almost as if the man refused to go outside in the summer. And his eyes, you could recall just how entranced they made you when you saw them at first. They seemed so hypnotizing, so surreal, that had this man not sent a chill through your bones, they might have put you under his charms spell.
“In the paintings, what do you see?” His eyes were trained on the wall, and you looked ahead, your mind reeling as you took in the different men and women painted in the photo, and what the artist could have meant when they drew it.
“I see…” You looked a bit longer, tilting your head to the right to get a better view, “A man being seduced by a woman,” You inspected the painting longer, “She seems like a witch of some sorts, maybe an enchantress,” You gnawed on your lip as you took in the background of the mural, “And she’s been able to lure him to his demise, judging by the red on her robes.”
You looked to the side to see what the king was thinking, only to him glancing at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you quickly looked away.
“I don’t see where you got the seducing aspect,” He admitted, and he shifted his weight onto his other hand.
Your brows furrowed at how he could miss such an obvious message. You raised your hand, pointing out to the woman as he followed the direction, “You see how her wrist is turned as she’s greeting him? Normally, you’d see people who try to romance one another have opening gestures, but she’d be more closed off and alluring. She dressed in red with minimal jewelry, which can mean that the man prefers somebody dressed down rather than inviting.” You explain and the king let out a small chuckle.
“You got all that from how her wrists were turned?” Your cheeks heated up once again as his eyes twinkle at your obvious embarrassment, and you looked away, shrugging as his smile only grew.
“Many of the artists I know explain the little details to me,” You muttered, “And you asked how I interpreted the piece. You got my answer,” He wanted to coo at the way your lips pouted, at how much less tense you seemed to be over time, and just how alluring you seemed to be when you childishly scooted away from him.
“You know artists?” He asked, perplexed by the outside life you shared and he knew little of it.
“Of course,” You nodded, “The bazaar is full of them. If I have time I walk around aimlessly, for the fun of it. You meet many interesting people where you’d least expect them,” You rubbed your nose, your eyelids growing heavier as the night continued.
“The bazaar,” He repeated to himself, and you glanced over to see him looking longingly at the painting, “I used to be quite the fanatic of the bustling streets.”
“You don’t go anymore?” You asked and he shook his head. Had he not been adorned in royal clothing and his title so glaringly obvious, you would have felt as though you were having a simple conversation with a friend, not the tyrant king everybody had come to fear.
“They’ve become a rather dark staple for me,” He admitted, “I can’t say I’m most eager to go back.”
You scoffed, your shoulder shoving his as his eyes widened in surprise by your out-of-character move.
“Everything has become a dark staple for you, my king. You cannot expect to outlive your past if everything you see reminds you of it,” Even sitting, he towered over you, and he had to crane his neck to stare at you in the eyes.
“There are some things I prefer to remember,” He gritted out, his lips turned into an unpleasant snarl as his eyes darkened, clouded by memories.
“I’m not saying you should forget, my king,” You toned your voice down in hopes of calming him down, “I’m saying that you move on.”
He scoffed, cheeks tinted a fiery red as he puffed his cheeks out, his stance now defensive as he turned his head away from you.
“What should you know?”He bit out, rolling his eyes at the thought of somebody like you understanding the utter betrayal he had gone through. The feeling of his heart being ripped apart piece by piece until everything in him stopped functioning because his entire world had come crumbling down.
“Idon’t know,” You told him, your voice soft as if carrying itself to his fragile mind, “But heartbreak is an unstoppable force, my king, and you cannot stop it from ruining your state of being. But it’s better if you move on and be-”
“I can’t move on!” He instantly roared, his voice shaking as he whipped around towards you, his shadow great in size as it dwarfed you in its presence, “Can’t you see that?” His voice wobbled for a second, and in his shaking glare, you could see his eyes water, how they seemed to dim in their crystalline glow as his lips shook.
You raised a hand to his chest, gently pushing him back as he easily complied, and you sighed, pushing some hair out of your forehead as silent tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Your wife is dead, my king. You had her killed. She cannot haunt you any more than in thoughts,” You could hear his sniffles, how he shook when he took in a breath.
“I can’t move on,” He repeated thickly, “It hurts so much,”
“The pain is bare, my king,” You said slowly, “But what you have caused in its wake is destruction. You cannot think yourself to be healing in the act of death.”
You had feared you had said too much, but he only looked at you, hiccups leaving his mouth as his head fell onto your shoulder, and felt his tears wetly stain your robes.
“You don’t deserve this,” He said, “They didn’t deserve it,” He groaned into your coat as if realization was finally dawning on him.
“I’m sorry,” He wept out, and at this moment he was no longer a king, but a weak man who had his share of the world.He muttered it out over and over again until his cries and his apologies filled the air in the royal room.
You didn’t know who he was apologizing to. To you, to the women, he had killed, to himself, or to the man he killed when he began his endless cycle of murder.
“Satoru?” You tried for the first time, his name foreign on your tongue you felt his shaking stop, his wet lips breaths away from your skin that was revealed as he accidentally tugged on your robes.
“Stay,” He whispered into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he moved around, shuffling so that he was off of your body, yet somehow he managed to bring you onto his lap, “I don’t care for a story,” He muttered as he looked up at you, “Sleep here tonight,” His large hands steadied themselves on your hips, gentle as you slowly nodded, his lips wet as they traced the skin near yours, soft and caring, a far cry from how you thought they’d be.
“But…” You were worried that he’d be tired of you by morning, realizing that you’re not what he bargained for, but the king shook his head, almost as if he could read your thoughts.
“I just want you to stay, nothing more,” He muttered against your skin, your fingers subconsciously rubbing his hair as he sighed contently at the feeling.
“Okay,” You muttered out, your lash fluttering against your cheek as you nodded, feeling his lips curl into a small smile as you relaxed into his hold, his arm doing all the work as they held you to his chest, cradling you to his body as if you were his only lifeline.
You knew that it was the king that was holding you as if you were his only support, that without you to hold at this moment he would sink into the floor below your bodies and disappear forever.
—
When morning came you felt a heavy arm wrap itself around your waist, and your eyes groggily opened as you felt little puffs of air hitting your neck, and you turned around to find the king fast asleep.
You moved away a bit, and felt his hand dip from your body, and didn’t see his eyes snap open to see you rising, your hair messed up, eyes groggy but still beautiful as he could only stare at the way the sun illuminated your soft skin.
“Mornin’,” He muttered, not used to waking up to a woman without feeling the ache of the night before, but the way you laughed softly at his tired state brought him back to reality.
“Good morning,” You replied, rubbing your eyes as you yawned, a gentle smile making its way up to your face as you watched him turn onto his back, his eyes still heavy from sleep as you giggled.
“I need some water,” You muttered and he cracked an eye open, getting ready to stand up until you pushed him back down, “I’ll be right back,” You corrected and he grumbled something out, blue eyes shutting anyways as sleep took a hold of the king once again.
You rubbed your eyes one last time before you stood up, groaning quietly as you stretched your legs, making note of the fact that you had never slept so comfortably before as you made your way to the door.
The hallways were lit with candles, and you quietly shut the door behind you as you tiptoed your way out, looking around to find two of the palace guards standing outside, already anticipating you from the way they instantly looked at your frame.
You had never seen them before, and while you were familiar with the guards that usually stood outside, these seemed more menacing than usual.
“Good morning,” You said sheepishly, trying to move past one of them when he blocked the way.
“Um,” You scratched your head, looking around to see if there was anybody familiar, “I’m sorry, but I need a pitcher of water for the king’s room if you’ll let me…” You went to outstep the guard but the second one now blocked your path.
You looked up at them in confusion, your lips pursed together as you laughed uncomfortably.
“May I leave, please?” You tried for another laugh, but their faces remained stoic.
You had never seen them before, and you doubted they knew you judging by the way their faces remained unchanged. Their swords were perched on their hips, and their gazes never altered.
“Come with us, miss,” The first guard said, his voice deep as he took a sudden grip on your elbow, rough as he pulled you away without letting you walk.
“W-wait, excuse me, I just need some water,” You quickly explained but they said nothing as they led you down the hall, their face never changing as you tried to wrangle out of their tight grips.
“Sirs! Please!” They said nothing as you thrashed around, their hands only holding you with a more bruising force as you tried to break free, “I only need a pitcher, that’s all,” Your eyes were frantic, heart in your throat as you tried to think of anything you had done to warrant such behavior.
“They’re always so fuckin’ rowdy,” One of them muttered to the other, obvious displeasure on his face as his fingers tightened around your arm.
You tried to think of what he was referring to when your eyes widened in understanding.
“The king knows me!” You shouted, “He’s asked for me not to be killed!” You tried to explain but the guards only laughed, and you felt your chest fall as they led you down a passage you had never been through before.
“I’m Y/n!” you explained, but they had no idea who you were, “I’m a friend of the kings!” But you didn’t even know if the king would call you that. You told him stories to keep him entertained and you out of the execution chambers, but these guards snorted at your statement.
With their strength, they had practically lifted you off the ground, and no matter how much you kicked your legs and screamed for them to let you, they seemed intent on leading you to wherever you were headed.
A voice in the back of your head already knew where.
“Please!” You shouted, your eyes tearing up, “Ask the king, he knows me!” And one of the guards behind you decided that he had had enough of your shouting, and used his unused hand to slap it roughly over your mouth, muffling your screams.
Your breathing got shallower and rougher the more you tried to break free, and the darker the hallways got the more your body weakened, and you felt yourself grow limp in their holds as they stopped in front of an iron door.
One reached into his pockets as he brought out some keys, flipping through them until he found the right one. He jammed it in the hole and the door swung open, revealing the horror that you had guessed would be inside.
An array of gallows sat in the middle, the ground littered with dried blood as you screamed again.
“I-I’m his storyteller!” You explain hurriedly, but the guards don’t seem to mind as they bring you closer to the noose, “I tell the king stories!” That got one of the guards to laugh, and you whimpered as the noose came closer into view.
“Ask the king, p-please!” You cried out, tears wetting your eyes as your voice caught in the back of your throat, “I tell him stories! I’m a friend of his!”
It meant nothing to the guards as they heaved you up onto the wooden pedestal, grasping your hands behind your back as they tied it over and over with scratchy rope, their hands rough as they pushed you forward, wrapping some dirtied cloth around your mouth to silence your screams.
You felt your tears collect on the cloth, and you felt lightheaded as one of the men began securing the noose around your throat.
“Stand on the trapdoor,” One of the men gruffed out but you hurriedly shook your head, trying to tell them that you weren’t who they thought you to be.
Tired of your antics, the man shoved your forward, and you stumbled and your eyes widened as the noose tightened around your neck, your breath lodging itself in the little crevices of your lungs.
You watched as the men walked over to the front, their hands outstretched to pull the lever as they stopped when they heard a loud crash happen outside the door.
Three sets of eyes snapped to the iron working as it slammed open, revealing a panting king as he stared widely inside the room, wasting no time as guards poured in, the maids that usually came to collect you in the morning puffing out air as they sighed in relief, relieved to find you alive.
“What the fuck is happening?” Satoru shouted out, his eyes raging as he saw you atop the gallows, cheeks stained with tears, mouth covered, a noose around your neck as he felt his breathing momentarily stop, “Y/n?” His eyes widened in shock as he saw the noose around your neck, your cheeks glistening with tears as your screams were muffled.
His eyes snapped over to the two guards, their expressions comedic had they not been seconds away from killing you.
The king was quick in his movements as he rushed towards you, quick as he climbed the gallow, his slender fingers nimble as they worked the noose off of your neck, and then quick to tug down the tear-stained cloth that covered your mouth.
His eyes were feverish as they searched you, his hands on either side of your face as he checked for injuries.
“Are you,” His voice wavered for a second as you stared back up at him, both of your hearts pounding at the same pace as he tried to catch his breath, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
All of the guards and servants watched in fascination as their ruthless king fell apart, his hands shaking as you smiled gently, shaking your head no to his hurried question.
“I,” Your throat was hoarse, and you realized what had led to this mess in the first place, “I just want some water,” You sheepishly admitted to Gojo’s frantic stare, and could see his resolve crack as he gave you a quick laugh, cradling your head gently as he led you out of the execution chambers and back into the forgiving bright light of the hallways.
—
The following night, the servants were extra careful as they prepared you for the king.
Their hands were more forgiving as they scrubbed the dirt off of your body, and their fingers kind as they slathered lotion upon your neck. Their smiles were caring as they rubbed rose petals across your wrists, and their words were hushed as though not to disturb you.
They could tell without asking questions that you weren’t how you usually were and didn’t doubt that going back into the king’s chambers would be more nerve-wracking than ever.
The robes they had dressed you in were softer than usual, and they kept it low with the fragrance as though not to give you a headache after everything you had gone through in the past couple of hours.
“Y/n,” Nasreen gently shook your shoulders to wake you out of your trance, “It’s time to go.”
And so you silently followed her on the familiar path to his room, your head heavy with pain as she knocked once, and then twice on the door.
It swung open after a couple of seconds to reveal the king in a disheveled state, his hair in disarray, eyes darker than usual as he seized you up, opening the door a bit wider so that you could come inside.
It shut quickly behind you, and you didn’t have time to turn around to say goodbye to the old lady before the king, Satoru, had led you inside.
The air was heavy as the two of you refused to look the other in the eye, unsaid guilt present in your stances as you went to open your mouth.
“My king, if you’d so wish, I can contin-” You didn’t have any time to prepare for the way his body threw itself at yours, a heavyweight pushing itself into your chest until you were roughly backed into the wall, his hand the only thing saving your head from bumping harshly into it.
His lips were hungry, ravenous, as they searched yours. They were agile and quick, not giving you time to breathe as his hand cradled your jaw, tilting your head ever so carefully so that he could gain better access to you.
You felt your tongues and teeth clash with one another, and despite your inexperience, you tried to match his quick pace. Any logical reasoning flew out of your head as his soft lips traveled upward, kissing your cheek, your forehead, and anything he could to remind himself that you were alive.
Your eyes opened as you felt him move downwards, his mouth hot against the column of your throat as he nipped at the skin gently, his teeth somehow gentle in their way as though not to hurt the fragile skin.
He’d press chaste kisses anywhere he could, his hands secure on your waist as the king looked up at you, and for the first time since your arrangement, you saw real fear in his sapphire eyes.
“Thought I lost’ya,” He muttered into your skin, his hands grasping onto the fabric of your robes as he tried to tug them off, “Thought I fuckin’ lost’ya forever,” His voice shook with raw emotion as your hands flew to his hair, bringing him back up as his hands worked at the knots that secured your robes together.
“It’s gonna,” You sighed as the cool hair hit your naked skin, your nipples pebbling up as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, “It’ll take a lot more to get rid of me, my king,” You tired fo a joke but the words died down on your tongue as he latched onto one of your breasts, his hands occupying the other one as he kneaded it.
“Don’t joke about that,” He murmured against you, your nipples glistening with spit as he detached himself from you, “Don’t ever wanna think about it,” He whispered, and your eyes fluttered shut as his slender fingers worked their way down to tracing the skin on your stomach, and you almost sealed as they traveled down dangerously to the apex of your thighs.
He fell to his knees, a true sight to behold as his hair ruffled, your hands clawing into his white locks as you weakly held him in place.
His tongue was hot as it licked at your skin, slow as it neared the area where you were sure was burning up and wasted no time as he slid a finger past your folds, into the slickness of your cunt, and you groaned audibly at the feeling.
It was much different from your fingers, and he was skilled as he added another, your eyes and teeth clenching at the stretch.
“Yer doin’ fuckin’ amazin’,” He muttered in awe at the way you sucked him in, at how wet his fingers became from just a couple of seconds fingering you, “Yer so fuckin’ tight -shit - h-haven’t you ever been…” And he trailed off when you looked away in embarrassment, and his lips parted in understanding as you covered your mouth to silence your whines.
“Oh darlin’,” He muttered, moving away from your pussy as he came back up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as your eyes watched his every move, “Have you never been touched before?” And even he seemed to forget that he only wanted virgins, yet you could weakly nod, your skin flushing as he hungrily looked at it.
He’s going to ruinyou.
“Well you’re just fuckin’ drippin’,” He said thickly, showing you his fingers as you looked away in embarrassment, but he quietly cooed, sleeping his fingers down your mouth, your eyes widening as you close your lips around them, brows furrowing at the odd taste.
“Sweet as shit, darlin’, better than any of the honey they’ve been rubbin’ on ya,” He muttered, his fingers working quickly as they went in and out quickly, his other thumb rubbing your clit as your eyes rolled back at the heavenly feeling.
“T-toru,” You whined thrashing around in his hold, “F-fuck it feels s-so good,” You hiccupped, your voice weak as you could rarely phrase things together. It was a far cry from how you usually wear, but the man was slowly tearing you apart.
His eyes widened in admiration at how sweetly his name rolled off your tongue, his ministration quickening in pace as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” He muttered against your skin, his fingers wet with your nectar as you cried into your hand, “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening at his relentless movements.
“Ugh, Toru, please,” You cried out, your fat tears rolling down your cheek as you couldn’t contain your wanton moans anymore, “Fa-faster!” You were begging, your fingers curling into his hair as he grinned at your unraveling.
More quickly than not, you felt your vision go white, the not snapping as your climax came, the sweet orgasm washing over you as you almost went limp. Had his arms not been supporting you up, you would have crumbled. You could feel yourself spasm around his fingers, but he was slow as he pulled them away, his tongue flushing outwards as he licked them tentatively, moaning at how sweet your essence was as it coated his mouth.
He watched as you went to pull your robes over your body, naively thinking you were done, but Satoru pushed your hands back, shaking his head as his smile menacingly grew.
“I’m not done yet sweetheart,” He moved up as he kissed your lips, your release flooding your taste buds as his spit mixed with yours, and you moaned into his mouth, not used to such a euphoric feeling, “Gods, Y/n, I’m just gettin’ started.”
—
You woke up to your legs aching and throat hoarse from more than just crying.
Your eyes were blinded momentarily by the sun, but you felt a heavyweight stern across your chest, and you looked down to see Satoru’s long arm covering your bare breasts.
Your cheeks heated up as flashes of last night came to you, and suddenly you could barely think straight, shuffling around so much that it woke the very king up.
He was slow as he tried to remember where he was, but a flash of your hair and your awkward smile made him grin charmingly, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you deeper into the warmth of his chest.
“Did I wake you?” You asked quietly into his skin, causing him to shiver as the way your shy hand reached up to hold onto his naked hips, to hold him as if he were a staple into your lifeline.
“I was already awake,” he muttered into your cheek, kissing at the mark he had made the previous night, “You’re a beauty when you sleep,” He admitted and you duke your head deeper into his chest at his words.
“My king,” You blinked, swallowing thickly as you looked up at him, terrified to find a monster but instead finding a devoted man, his eyes deep as they stared back down, caring as his lips pursed at the title.
“Satoru,” he muttered, “Don’t call me king,” His fingers played with your hair, his white hair wild as you giggled softly.
“Alright,Satoru,” Your nose nudged at his bicep, “I have a confession to make.” You saw him glance down at you in momentary worry but your eyes twinkle in a playful, childish manner, and he grinned right back.
“I have no more stories to tell you,” You whispered, “They’re all done.”
Satoru said nothing for a couple of minutes as his soft breathing filled the air around you two, and your heart stopped for a second before he let out a loud laugh, joyful and juvenile as his eyes crinkled, his ars pulling you deeper into his body if possible as he littered your face with kisses, hugging you as though you were going to whisk away at any moment.
“I was wondering when you’d run out darlin’,” He exclaimed, pressing a light kiss to your lips as he looked down at you adoringly, “Because it’s time I return that favor,” He moved your hair out of your face as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, “I doubt you’ve heard the wondrous story of the woman who somehow stole my heart.“
warnings: mild manga spoilers, smut, dubcon (if you squint), cursing, cunnilingus, reader is lowkey a sugar!mommy, size kink, edging, choking, name-calling, slight body impact (spanking), biting, no condom (creampie), lowkey angst but happy ending </3, confession of love, takes place in jjk world (au where toji hops around but only depends on one woman hehe)
“C'mon, sweetheart, I’ll just be here for the night, that’s all—”
You sneer. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, asshole. The last time you said that, you cleaned my whole fucking wallet—”
“You know I didn’t mean that, darlin’.” He grins sheepishly, scar widening. “Besides, you know I pay you back. How much ya charging tonight? Three orgasms?”
You slam the door on his face.
“Four?” His voice echoes from outside.
“I’m not letting you in.”
“When’s the last time you had a dick in ya?”
“Toji!”
Cheeks flushing, you pull open the door again. “Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, dragging him into your apartment. “Do you want to embarrass me?”
He raises his arms, as if to prove his innocence. “I just asked a question.”
You glare up at his mischiveous eyes, watching his pupils dilate in amusement. “Sleep on the couch. Don’t even think about it.”
“About you?”
You walk towards your bedroom, refusing to look back at him— if you do, you know you’ll be caught up in his lust. “About anything.”
Toji is stuck on your mind, late into the night as you lay in bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. The last time you saw him was a few months ago. And just like you’d scoffed at him, he did take the cash from your wallet on his way out. That fucking asshole. But even though he’s a terrible thief, that isn’t what pisses you off about Toji.
It’s just… he never contacts you. He comes and goes whenever he feels like it, making you worry. He could be broke, homeless, dead— and you’ll never know, waiting until the next time he stops by your apartment. You’re well-off, you could help him— he simply won’t let you.
And that’s what makes you mad.
But he never lets you be mad at him, because he apologizes. Well, never verbally, but with his fingers, with his lips, with his—
Knock knock knock.
Thanking the heavens that your filthy thoughts are stopped, you drag yourself out from under your soft blanket to the door. Toji towers over you, the shadow of a smile on his lips.
"What do you want?”
“Water.”
“No.” Your hand reaches to pull the handle, but Toji sticks his foot out.
“Hey, ya can’t let me die of thirst.”
“I’d kill you before that happens.”
He juts his bottom lip out, slightly furrowing his brows. Pouting. “Want me to beg? I can do that for ya.”
“Fuckinghell.”
You push past him, rolling your eyes. You’re desperately trying to keep your anger at bay but it’s so difficult whenever Toji is around. The worst part is that he knows it too— the corner of his lip keeps twitching in amusement, his brilliant eyes glimmering as if he’s winning. Like this is some sort of game.
“Here.” You present him with a glass filled to the brim. He takes it with a “Thanks” before proceeding to down the entire thing in three gulps. Not that you were counting by looking at his adam’s apple, or the prominent veins of his neck, or the gentle scars—
“Hey.”
Too busy in your ogling, you didn’t realize that Toji had boxed you in with his hands against the counter. The smell of his sharp, sea-scented cologne holds you hostage, stilling your body, your mind—
“Toji…”
This is bad, this is bad.But,fuck, you can’t think anymore, not when his thick fingers drum against your hip, his other hand sliding up to rest on the base of your neck. His thumb sweeps against your soft skin, making you extremely aware of the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra under your sheer nightgown, that his finger is just a few inches away from your achingly sharp nipples.
“Hmm?” He hums, dipping his head into your neck, lips puckering to peck you right on your shoulder. He deeply inhales, taking in your sweet scent, the gentle smell of your skin. “I missed you.”
You pretend that his words don’t make your heart race. Glancing at the ceiling, you bite back your moans. “I didn’t.” You lie, voice slightly wavering.
Toji glances up with his eyes narrowed, calculating. “You didn’t?”
You shake your head deliberately, not trusting your voice. But Toji simply smiles, bending down to lift you up on the counter.
“You’re still mad at me, aren’t ya?” He pushes your hips back further, forcing you to lay back. A gentle kiss is planted on your knee, bare from how your nightgown has shimmied up your thighs.
“I’ll make it up to you, alright?”
In, out. You have to focus on breathing because it’s getting terribly shallow, especially when Toji hasn’t even started. His teasing fingers push up your nightgown up to your waist, exposing your plain panties. Toji takes his time pulling the lace down too, smirking as you squirm.
His breath hovers against your thighs, a gentle heat that warms your insides. You shiver again, forcing Toji to hold you down by the insides of your thighs. The new position gives him an open view of your cunt, slick and pulsing.
“Didn’t miss me, huh? Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Toji, I swear to God—”
You can’t even finish your sentence because his tongue is prodding you open, pure sin flooding your nerves and forcing your back into an arch.
“Nghh!”
He feasts like a starved man, slurping and flicking his tongue messily, letting his spit mix in with your arousal. You feel debauched, corrupted by his vulgar actions, but you ignore the shame as you roll your hips into his face, letting your clit catch onto the point of his nose.
“‘M gonna cum.” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel the coil in your belly tighten a bit more. Toji squeezes his palms around your ass in encouragement, pressing you even closer to his face.
“Let me taste you, sweetheart. Come f’me.”
His lips latch onto your clit, and it’s the end of it. You gasp, nails desperately scratching against the counter as you ride out your orgasm, hips still twitching against Toji. He doesn’t let up either, tongue lapping up every drop of your nectar and forcing you into overstimulation.
“Ah, Toji, too much, s’ too much!”
Tears well your eyes, feet kicking out involuntarily, but Toji’s large palms wrap around your ankles. As he stands, he pulls you towards him, forcing you to straddle him.
His eyes are bright, a smug smirk tracing his slick lips. “Tell me you missed me.”
You pull down your brows, desperately trying to keep your fury in control. “Why would I miss you?”
He smiles now, teeth sparkling in the little flicker of moonlight that presses past your window. “Because…” For his answer, he glances down at where the two of you meet, your core right against him, wetting his trousers. When he looks back up, you can barely see the green in his eyes— his dark pupils are eating away at the color. Eating away at you.
You blush, cheeks flaring red. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“What does it mean, then?” Toji traces your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling it down the slightest before letting it pop back up. You don’t say anything, too absorbed in his motions.
His thumb pushes past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue. Without thinking, you suck it in, tasting him off. You swear you hear his breath stutter, eyes widen as he looks at your lush, glossy lips.
Before you know it, he’s sweeping you off the counter with ease, like you weigh nothing in his arms. His mouth distracts you, tongue prodding against your lips until you part them and let him in. He’s sweet— the slight taste of your arousal and the smell of him making you lightheaded. You’re terribly aware of his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he guides you to your room, dropping you on your bed.
“You’re a bad liar, y’know that?” Toji leans back, pulling his shirt over his head. You know he’s flexing, and it should make you cringe and scoff… but beyond the new scarring across his chest that makes your stomach twist in worry, his taut pecs and defined biceps distract you in the best way possible.
“Your body can’t lie to me.” He yanks down his pants, cock bobbing in your peripheral vision as you force yourself to keep your eyes on his emerald voids. He crawls towards you— on top of you— thumb reaching out to mockingly brush the corner of your mouth. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re drooling.”
“‘Mnot.”
“Really? Well, you are down here.” His cock parts your folds, dragging up your wetness and letting the heaviness rest between your legs.
“Ah!”
“Admit it.” Toji coos, letting the head of his length catch onto your hole before pulling out. You squirm, whining, but he pins you down with his hands on your wrists.
“Please.”
It is said so low, so quiet that you aren’t completely sure if he even said it. You blink up at him, pushing away any anger you have toward him just for a second of clarity. Though Toji’s eyes still have that humorous glitter, you can see through him, noticing the hidden doubt and concern in the bags of his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead, the fine droop of his lip.
He’s…worried.
And hell, if that doesn’t make your heart thrum faster than it already does around him.
“I always miss you.”
It’s true. You miss him during every moment of the day, hoping that today will be the day he stops by again, and just in case, you always make enough food for two.You miss him even when he’s there, because you know you’ll miss him even more when he leaves. You miss him the most when you roll over the covers and he’s not there, just his lingering scent reminding you that there’s nothing in the world that can preserve the feeling you have when you’re with him.
You hope he can hear all that through your minimal words because your throat is too clogged to say anything more. When he responds by caressing your cheek, his dick guiding into you, you’re sure he knows.
Your mouth widens into a silent gasp. It’s been too long.
“C’mon, breathe.” He hums as he pushes in, feeling slight guilt but mostly pride as he notices the moisture gathering on your lashes. “Atta girl. Tight fucking pussy.”
“T-Toji.” You whimper as his fingers roll against your clit, easing away the pain. “You’re so…”
“Big?” He teases, rolling his hips into you sharply. You can’t find it in you to chastise him because it’s true, he’s terribly big with the way that he’s splitting you in half. You pathetically nod as your nails embed themselves in his back, lifting your head to tuck yourself into the crease of his neck.
Every single thrust makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji’s warm palms keep your thighs spread, occasionally squeezing and slapping the fat of your thighs just to hear you squeal.
Toji throws his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping his mouth. You watch how he tenses— a drop of sweat drips from the column of his neck and you follow it with your eyes as it drips down between his chest and torso, his lower stomach, before wetting his happy trail. God. You feel your toes curl as you clench around him.
“Fuck.” He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts stutter. “Do that again.”
To tease him, you do it in a succession of three. He gasps, his palm landing on your throat to squeeze you back. “Fucking hell.”
Toji pulls out. He snickers at your whine and your failed attempt to latch onto him, before flipping you over.
“Greedy little thing.” He laughs as he pushes in, reveling in the way your fingers fist at the sheets.
He’s going faster than he was before, balls smacking your ass hard enough to make a thwack-thwack echo around the room and change your cheeks into a crimson color.
“Toji.” Tears slide down to your pillow as you bury your head. “Gonna come. Need you…” You drift off, knowing that he knows. You should have known he’d be cocky about it.
“Need what?” His mouth hangs over your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Don’t know what you want, sweetheart.”
When you don’t answer, he bites down.
“Fuck!Just… touch me.”
“Could’a just asked.” He huffs as his thumb and forefinger pinch at your clit, giving you the relief you need. “Go ahead.”
You feel your body tense, breath getting caught in your throat, along with a jumble of emotions. “Missed you—fuck, love you, s’much.” The knot in you unravels deliciously, euphoria hanging over your consciousness.
Meanwhile, Toji’s mind is whirring at your confession, hands tightening against your waist. “L-love you, shit.” He pushes into you one last time, fingers pressing into your skin to really remember this. He needs to know that you’re really here under his hands before he cums, for once not in his fist. Toji trembles, panting through his orgasm and falling right on top of you.
You can’t get a full breath in with Toji’s weight pressing against you, but you do nothing to move him. You feel suffocated in the best way possible— engulfed in his scent and warmth and love.
“Don’t leave.” You murmur against his bicep that curls against you in a tight hug.
“I won’t.”
You don’t care if it’s a lie because it’s enough to make you relax into him more. Tonight, you refuse to think about when he’s gone— you press a kiss to his cheek and giggle when he nips you back.
Just random thoughts. Kenjaku back in the Meiji era overtook the ancestor Kamo Noritoshi. The woman he conducted experiments on was capable of giving birth to human-spirit hybrids. Which resulted to the death paintings and Choso and his bros.
WHAT IF YUUJIS MOM WAS LIKE THAT?! Like Kenjaku took over her body (confirmed) and did something so that Yuuji is like this special being?!? If his mom was capable of producing a human-spirit hybrid or a specific entity which is a vessel for Sukuna? (Highly likely. Unless his birth mom is really special herself or something idk)
Also with Kenjaku seemingly have his plan fall into place so conveniently for him, there was a LOT that could have gone wrong. If Yuuji didn’t eat the finger or if his club mates weren’t interested in the cursed finger I doubt this would have happened.
We are still in the dark with how exactly the vessel of Sukuna came to be the one to ingest his essence at the right place and the right time. Sumn still ain’t adding up.
Toji x f!reader; angst,smoking, reader is mamaguro, kinda canonverse?2.4k words
“Mom? Mom~” your eyes opened to the sight of Megumi’s worried face above you, “You fell asleep on the couch, is everything okay?” you raised your hand to touch his face easing his frown.
“Sure, baby, I just wasn’t feeling sleepy so I came here to watch something” you sat up on the couch watching your son taking his school blazer from the coat hanger.
You reached the coffee table in front of you for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter, Megumi turned around when he heard the clicking sounds of your stubborn lighter.
“Mom, it’s six am,” he complained. You usually waited till he’s out for school to light up your cigars, but that morning you just needed them.
“Sorry, ‘Gumi. I’ll make some coffee for us, okay?” you ruffled his hair with the cigarette hanging from your mouth, walking barefoot to the kitchen. The morning silence, lowlights and the smell of cigarettes made you feel nostalgic.
“Some classmates will go to an arcade today after class…” Megumi trailed off sitting at the small table while waiting for you to make coffee as you always did in the mornings.
“Oh, is that so? You should go too” for a fifteen year old Megumi did not leave the house often, so, as a concerned mother, you were happy to hear the slightest bit of excitement in his voice when he told you about the arcade.
toji seeing you and the way you react around him for the first time and thinking, “there’s the daddy issues.”
it was obvious in the way you always sought out his approval, unconsciously turned to him whenever you expected a praise. toji gives them a lot diligently, curating each praise so that you stay unknowing. so that you stay innocent—as innocent as you could still be.
it was also obvious and glaringly loud whenever you fuck up. it was in the way you hunch over, fidgeting with your fingers and waiting to get told off. but also waiting to be told that you are forgiven, that toji is there to help you correct your mistake, that he won’t leave.
and on those days, toji makes sure that he is careful with the way he handles the situation. careful with the way he talks to you. toji would always pull you close to him, sitting you on his lap, tugging on your chin and tipping your head up so your eyes are looking at his.
“you’ll be good for me, wouldn’t you?” he’d ask even though he already knows your answer. but toji would wait silently, beckoning you with such tenderness until you are shakily nodding, fisting at his shirt and promising him something he already knows is set in stone.
then, toji would say, “good girl.” because you are.
(among other things, it’s obvious because toji has it too.)
Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.
He could hear his heart pounding, the rhythm which was unnoticed till a few moments ago was too loud now, clouding his senses. He felt cold all of a sudden, chills running up his spine as the world seemed to close in on him.
Yn stared at the man, his chest heaving and his face coated with droplets of sweat, she knew he was panicking but she didn’t know how to calm him down.
“Dude are you okay?” She asked, reaching forward to place a hand on his sweaty shoulder, she resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her coat, focusing on calming the guy down first.
“Calm down, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Yn said slowly although she doubted her words were doing anything and she was right, all it did was make his breathing shallower and his eyes were unfocused, looking around the room but not LOOKING.
“Justin, stop, listen,” Yn said, trying to grab his attention, but he was too stressed to notice her words or actions. She stepped away from him, swiftly heading to the refrigerator at the end of the room and grabbing the ice tray.
She emptied the ice into a bowl, bringing it back to him. Jungkook was breathing through his mouth now, seeming to struggle with each inhale, his fancy hair was now drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead.
She felt pity for him but she didn’t have a choice but to use the only trick she knew.
The cold felt good against his flushed skin, grounding his mind from drifting further, forcing him to focus on the chill that it gave.
He could feel her draw circles on his neck with the ice, the movement of her hand slow and steady, he focused hard on the feeling, trying to tune his breath to the motion, slowly controlling his breath.
His eyes were shut tight as he struggled to gain control over his body, he could feel his shirt stick to him, it felt gross and annoying but he had to bear with it for now.
She continued pressing the ice cubes against his throat as his chest started to contract more evenly and he felt grateful for it but he still didn’t know if this was a trap or not, he couldn’t appreciate this favor till he knew he was safe.
He opened his eyes to see her hovering right over his face, trying to see if he was okay. “You ok?” She asked when she noticed his opened eyes and he nodded in response, he was alright, for now at least, but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be alright.
“Look,” he said, starting up at her after taking a deep breath, his mind rushing to find a way out of here. The girl was being too nice to him to be someone against him but he couldn’t be too sure about it, he had to play safe and smart.
She stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to, she doubted she’d like what he was saying. “Look girl, are you with the government?” Jungkook asked quite bluntly, he didn’t intend to beat around the bush.
She looked at him like he was crazy, her face wrinkling into a frown, she looked like she’d hit him. “I wouldn’t be in this stupid cramped apartment if I was with the government you dumbass, I’d be in a fancy-ass lab and wear gold-rimmed glasses every day.” She hissed, offended by his question.
“Okay, good, why did they want me to kill Mr.Bang then?” Jungkook asked, his wrists were starting to burn from the rope. “I don’t fucking know, okay, YOU tell ME, you’re the one who came to kill him,” she growled, scaring him a little.
“Okay can you let me go, I swear I won’t hurt you, just let me go, my wrists hurt,” he promised, he wouldn’t hurt her for nothing and he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
Yn stared at the guy with a raised brow, what did this guy want and why was he saying he won’t hurt her?
“You swear you won’t hurt me?” She questioned, hands on her hips, “I swear, look, you’re the one with the gun, not me, you feel threatened by me, you shoot,” Jungkook negotiated, he had calls to make, and for that, he needed to get to his bag.
Yn stared at the guy, it didn’t matter if she had a gun, he was a well-trained guy, even a little leverage for him would put her in immediate danger, and when it came down to brute force, she was a mere bug compared to him, he’d snap her in half.
“I don’t think I can do that but is there any other way I can help you,” she offered, Jungkook thought about it for a moment before nodding towards his weapons, “Could you get my phone for me, and maybe untie me as well, please, the rope is giving me a burn and it hurt,” he replied.
Yn stepped towards the weapons, fishing his phone out from under the pile of death tools, she even found a pair of handcuffs along with it.
She tucked the phone into her pocket before replacing the ropes with the handcuffs, giving him some space to move his sore muscles but she didn’t let him have his phone just yet.
Once he had gotten the chance to snap a few sore bones here and there, Jungkook was handed his phone like a prize. He didn’t have to search for the number, dialing the first number on his contact list, the number without a name or identity much like the rest of his contact list.
It rang once, twice, three times, before the line cleared and a gruff “hello,” was heard, not much enthusiasm on the other side.
“Nasr, WHAT is the meaning of this,” Jungkook growled into the phone, the speaker was on since he couldn’t bring the phone up to his ears.
The tone of his voice terrified her, she didn’t doubt that the person on the other side, whoever they were, was going to have a painful death if this guy got his hands on him.
“Jungkook,” the man greeted making her eyes shoot up, any trust she had in him shattered in that instant but ‘Jungkook’ doesn’t notice her or the deathly glare she pointed at him.
“Did you finish the job?” The man questioned, he sounded like he had no interest in the answer. “What job Nasr? The man you sent me for is dead, has been for a while now,” Jungkook hissed into the phone.
“Oh dear, looks like someone else did the job before you,” Nasr replied, the lack of surprise pissed Jungkook off, he had been lied to, he didn’t take lies well, he didn’t appreciate them and it pissed him off that he had been made a fool of.
“Is there anyone else over there?” He asked, the voice loud and clear on the speaker, Yn immediately raided her gun, preparing to shoot the guy, she didn’t intend to be on the government’s radar, she wouldn’t go off like Mr.Bang, she was better than that.
Jungkook heard the click of the gun, ready to fire at him any second, he looked up from the phone, looking straight into her eyes, “no, nobody here, just some equipment and chemicals,” he lied.
“Did you think I would trust your lies Jungkook, did you think I’d let you go so soon?” The man chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Yn’s spine, she had heard it before, that sadistic laugh, but she couldn’t quite place where it was from.
“I’ll see you two soon,” the man said before the dial tone came on again, leaving both yn and Jungkook staring at the phone.
They stared at each other, Jungkook now on the ground as well, his hands cuffed. “Look I don’t really care if bondage is your thing but I’m not into it so could you please let me go,” Jungkook grumbled as she cuffed his hands as well.
“Shut up JUNGKOOK,” Yn hissed, moving away from him to sit on the floor as well. “Look at least I gave you an alternative name, you didn’t even do that,” he accused, trying to defend himself.
“Didn’t anyone teach you that anything other than the truth is a lie, be glad I didn’t lie to you,” yn scolded, peeking over to look out of the window Jungkook had entered from.
“Look we need to get out of here before they get here if we want to be safe,” Jungkook retorted, he was sure Nasr’s men were outside the door this very moment.
“There is no 'WE’ over here dude, there’s only you and me,” Yn answered, Jungkook was tempted to slap the selfishness out of her.
“Shut the fuck up okay, what do you mean 'you’ and 'me’, you’ll die once you get out of that door and so will I, we’re a team right now so stop trying to be a boss girl and listen,” Jungkook snapped.
“What do you mean I’ll die, I’m just a measly little nerd what do they want from me?” She questioned. “I don’t know okay but you heard Nasr, we’re both dead if you walk out of here,” Jungkook repeated.
“Stop yelling at me and what do you want, can you get me out of here?” Yn asked, pissed off by Jungkook’s pessimistic attitude.
“Look we’re on the same team okay, we need to co-operate with each other, I get that you haven’t left your house or interacted with people in the last decade but you need to be calmer and more of a listener,” Jungkook huffed.
The girl looked like she’d slap him but held back, focusing on his next words instead. “Speak then mister team leader,” she quipped.
“Thank you,” Jungkook answered in the same sarcastic tone. “First you need to get my handcuffs off,” Jungkook instructed earning an eye roll from her as she crawled on her knees towards him, unlocking the metal rings from his wrist when the window shattered.
“FUCK!” Jungkook swore as he pulled yn down into his side, holding her close as glass flew all over the room, he craned his neck to see who it was but the table was in the way, preventing him from seeing anything.
“Look,” Jungkook said, forcing yn’s eyes up to him, “we need to get out of here NOW,” he hissed, hoping she understood the severity of the situation.
“What do we do?” She asked, pushing herself away from him but still keeping her head low, letting the table cover her figure.
“Is there another window?” He asked, scanning the whole room for another way out but found none, Yn nodded toward the door to her right, “that leads to the living room, there are windows out there,” she answered.
The two of them crawled out of the room on their hands and knees and yn had grabbed a bag of beef jerky and a bottle of water while Jungkook gathered his weapons.
Once out of the room, Jungkook assembled all his weapons, sorting them into their right places while Yn hurried around, gathering a small bag full of chemicals, two pairs of clothes, and a toothbrush.
Jungkook contemplated going back to the terrace for his bag but decided against it, he go there later, he couldn’t leave little miss scientist alone.
Once yn was back in the room with her little backpack, she started down at Jungkook’s attire, his stupid black tank top and the stupid arm harness sort of thing and the stupid belt thingy that held his guns and knives, she didn’t want to go out in public with someone who looked like that had just attended the comic con.
“Look we can’t go out with you looking like THAT,” she said, Jungkook gaped at her, highly offended by her comment, “I look hot, okay, don’t judge,” he replied, defensive and taken aback at the rude comment.
“That’s the point, nobody keeps their eyes off a hot dude with nice tits and a ton of guns, maybe wear a shirt over that,” she retorted, leaving the room before he could say anything else.
She came back with a t-shirt that was way too big for Jungkook, shoving it in his hands, “wear that, it’ll cover the guns at least,” she insisted. Jungkook sniffed the shirt, his nose scrunching up at the smell of naphthalene mixed with cobwebs.
“Who’s is this?” He asked as he pulled it over his head, the shirt loosely draping over his shoulders, concealing all the weapons on his body. “It’s Mr.Bang’s, I hope it’s comfortable enough,” Yn answered before heading for the door.
Jungkook pulled her back by her backpack, “are you stupid?” He asked, looking down at her short frame, she raised a brow at the insult.
“Might as well walk yourself to the headquarters and sit yourself down in front of them,” He jabbed before leading her towards the window on the other side of the room.
“We need to get out of this building as discreetly as possible and we can’t do that from the front door okay,” Jungkook explained as he pulled the window open, looking down into an empty alleyway.
Perfect
“You’re stupid, there’s no way you can climb down there,” Yn complained, she was starting to complain way too much and it was annoying Jungkook.
“I’d like to see YOU have a better idea little miss know it all,” Jungkook hissed, glaring at her. Yn grinned at him as she walked into what Jungkook assumed was a second bedroom, pulling open a window, she climbed out easily before disappearing from sight.
Jungkook rushed to the window as well, sticking his head out, praying that she didn’t hurt herself, only to see Yn a few feet below the window on a metal staircase that winded downwards.
“What is that?” Jungkook asked as he pulled himself onto the window, preparing to do what she had. “A fire escape, much easier isn’t it, hotshot,” Yn sassed, Jungkook rolled his eyes at that before jumping onto the landing, the stairs creaking underneath his weight.
“Look we need to do something else before we get out of here,” Jungkook said as they ran down the stairs approaching the no so busy street.
“And what is that?” yn asked, her short feet struggling to keep up with the giant next to her, “we need to get my bag,” Jungkook answered, pointing to the building from which the sniper had shot at them a few minutes ago.
“Can’t we just leave it behind?” Yn asked, looking anywhere but at the building, “we can if you can arrange a vehicle for us to get out of this city,” Jungkook replied.
“If anything happens to me, I swear you’ll regret it,” Yn threatened before walking towards the building, Jungkook grinned as he followed after her, unaware of the eyes trained on them from above.
