send me a trope and one person/character that I write for!! please go through my masterlist to have an idea of what kind of stuff I write<3 everything will be in hc form. i’ll be closing the ask game when I feel like it! you can also send multiple asks.
for eg:oikawa w enemies to lovers or vampire mingyu!
I’ve been so out of it these days and I really want to get back into writing so I hope this can help with it! plus my exams have ended today and it’ll be so refreshing to just write ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
“really, her?” getou questions, as his eyes land on you. you’re not his type, not at all. in fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t even seen you around campus. but hey, if he’s getting paid for taking you out, then what’s the problem? is it so bad to earn some cash?
“’m not going to lose,” he mumbles, when you straight out reject his offer of being friends. how could you say no to him? he was one of the most popular guys on campus with the second highest grade in class and perhaps the best football skills this town had ever seen. getou shoves that ‘no’ somewhere in his bruised ego and tries again.
“hopefully she’ll agree this time,” he wishes, as he sees you tutoring kids in your free time. he’s met with your annoyed expression and something about how you can’t teach with ‘his bastard face around’. getou tells you, “i’ll leave you alone, only if you be friends with me.” you agree only so you can focus on the task at hand. point for him regardless.
“what’s your favorite color?” getou asks. he’s walking you home, praying the entire friend to lovers! trope works out. he’ll ask you out once he gets to know you better.
“seriously, you haven’t ever seen inception?” getou asks. how could you not have seen one of his favorite movies? now he’s dragging you to his TV to watch it. He’s spending too much time with you.
“why are you so reserved?” getou voices the thought in his mind. he’s gotten to know you better, yes. but this time he’s actually curious. you reply with, “i don’t want anyone to have the power to hurt me,” getou feels guilty so he changes the topic.
“it’s just a shitty bet,” getou convinces himself as he watches you dance to the music of your favorite band with your friends. how your face is illuminated by the disco lights, as your hips sway. you look adorable.
“just a bet,” he grits his teeth as he as he worries about you getting sick from staying in the rain for too long. he even brings you soup and scolds you for not taking enough care of yourself. “are you a child?” he mutters as he dries your hair.
“a bet,” he reminds himself as he lays in bed, wondering what you’re doing. he can recite everything you’ve ever said to him. he can paint the way your face looks, your laughter echoing in the walls of his head. why is he missing you so much? why does he want to spend every minute of every day with you?
“maybe it’s not–” the realization hits him with the force of an avalanche, as his lips collide with yours, the world becoming nonsensical. how could he do this to you? how could he betray you like this? you’re the best person he’s ever met, the one he started imagining his future with. and now he can’t seem to think straight.
“it was never a fucking bet,” getou hisses, pure venom dripping from his mouth as his fist collides with the bastard that bet him to take you out in the first place. you had found out about his plans, running away with tears in your eyes and getou can’t ever forget the look on your face.
“i’m sorry,” getou whispers. his eyes are red, his face swollen. you have no reason to forgive him but when you take him into your arms, getou can’t help but sob. he’s been so unfair. so blind to what others felt that he ended up hurting them. and that’s the day getou changed forever.
masterlist | I don’t know where this came from >:)
soft sukuna! who notices you’re hurting and sees you skipping meals. He’s worried but he’s also afraid he’ll say something and you’ll go into your shell, again. so he quietly leaves your favorite snacks around and smiles whenever he finds the empty packets.
soft sukuna! who loves annoying you on purpose because it’s the only way to get your mind off of things that are bothering you. he only pretends to hate stuff you like so you can get into a passionate argument about it and talk for hours.
soft sukuna! who is pretending to be asleep when you trace his features so that he doesn’t have to put up with his facade. one day he opens his eyes and you remove your hand, afraid that he doesn’t like your touch, until he grabs your wrist and puts your hand on his face meaning it’s okay.
soft sukuna! who’s heart shatters when he finds out you’re afraid of something harming you. how could you be afraid when he’s there to protect you? he thinks he’s failed you if you’re scared. he pulls you in his arms. he would never let anything happen to you.
soft sukuna! who loves it whenever you spoon feed him, especially if you blow on the food before giving him a bite. or when he finds out you’ve peeled oranges for him or when you take his clothes out when he’s in the shower.
soft sukuna! who can’t stop staring at you whenever you bandage his wounds, because why would you care for him? it’s rotten work, isn’t it? he feels sorry you’re stuck with someone like him so he tries to come back home in one piece.
soft sukuna! who without saying anything collapses onto your lap just so you can play with his hair and ask him about his day, even when he pretends he doesn’t care.
soft sukuna! who is tired of holding his feelings back because he’s scared, so he gives in as his lips crash onto yours. he can’t manage to fathom that you’re kissing him back.
soft sukuna! who can’t stop kissing you once he’s tasted your lips because you’re making him feel things he’s never felt before. he won’t stop kissing any part of your body closest to him.
soft sukuna! who says, “sorry for the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine.”
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.
❀Summary:You have to fix Megumi’s shirt for him - but y/n’s hands like to linger a bit too long
❀Warning: Bad Grammar
❀A/N: I just had this little scenario in my head and decided to write this real fast for you guys – hope you like it ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ ✧ I’d love to receive some feedback ✧
❀Words:491
❀Published:04.03.2021
You all were waiting outside on the training grounds, even Satoru tagged along. He settled himself on the stairs with his head resting on his hand while letting out a loud sight every few seconds. He was definitely forced to be here.
Your school had a small conference with your sister school in Kyoto, which means that old man Gakuganji would also come along.
All of you looked at least approachable, besides Nobara who made it her mission to look like a model that was send to the wrong set.
Currently she was running way from Panda and Toge while Maki was trying to save her from getting her whole outfit ruined.
“Shouldn’t we train at least a little bit before the others show up?” the Panda called eager. “Salmon!” They are so committed. You sighted out loud.
Looking around, you could spot Yuuji talking to Satoru. The pink haired boy was desperately trying to hype him up, seems like Satoru was not really having it today.
Turning to your right, your eyes captured Megumi. He was observing the spectacle of Nobara, Panda and Toge in front of him. “Megumi! Move your butt over and help us!” Maki screamed at the black haired.
“I’d rather not.”
Letting out a small chuckle, which led Megumi to take a glance at you now. Looking right back at him, you squinted your eyes while smiling widely.
Moments like this made you realize how lucky you where to be here.
Still observing the boy beside you, you noticed how the collar of his neatly buttoned up shirt was kinda messy. Should I tell him? You desperately wanted to fix it. Shifting on your feet you slightly glanced over to him again. Come on y/n! Just do it for him!
Giving yourself a small pep talk you hesitantly walked up to him.
“Can I?” you asked with a small voice while pointing to his collar. It took him a second to understand what you were implying to. When he spotted his messy shirt he just nodded at you. The tips of his ears turned red after you started working your hands on his neck. Your thumbs where brushing his skin from time to time, which also led you to blush at the situation.
After you finished fixing the collar, your hands lingered on his shoulders for a little bit longer then needed. Megumi didn’t seem to mind it, he was glaring you up and down while you where still fixated at his shirt, not daring to look up. You were too scared to meet his eyes right now. The situation was already embarrassing enough. “Finished!” you said in a happy voice after catching yourself again.
“Y/N! You take on Toge, I’ll catch Panda!” Maki shouted over to where Megumi and you stood.
“On my way!”
Going on with your day, you noticed how Megumi didn’t touch his collar once after you fixed it for him.
❀Summary: Megumi was hurt on his last mission so you took it in your own hands to take care of him!
❀A/N: If I mix up the names I’m sorry, I watched Jujutsu Kaisen in three different languages and the names get mixed up a lot. I’m not a native English speaker speaker so there will be mistakes (feel free to correct me)
❀Pairings: Megumi x Reader
❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Fluff / Blood / Bad Language
❀Published:11.02.2021
❀Words:1.742
You couldn’t believe it.
Megumi just came back from a mission that Gojo gave him a few days ago but he won’t let you allow see him. He came back a few hours ago and went straight to his room, not even looking you in the eyes. You just wanted to know if he was fine but he kept blocking every social interaction.
All you knew was that the mission included a grade 1 curse while Megumi was a grade 2 sorcerer so this shit didn’t even make sense. You were really worried, not knowing what happened.
“Megumi? Can I please come in?” it’s the fifth time now that you are were standing in front of his closed door. Shifting on your feet you waited quietly until you heard his stern voice replying. “No you can’t. Now please leave me alone.” Wow that hurt. A frustrated sigh leaving your mouth. Your best friend could be so stubborn its incredible.
Deciding if you should go to your room or just try again you saw Yuuji approaching you. “Yo!” he waved at you “He won’t let you in either?”
“No, I don’t know whats going on with him. So you also tried to talk too him?” you sigh, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. Looking at Yuuji you noticed that he also seemed kind of worried. You remember how happy he was when you first met him, this boy has definitely changed a lot.
“Well he told me to fuck off.” he said laughing. “HE SAID WHAT?”
Yuuji let out a loud laugh. “I guess he’s just really exhausted, we should give him a break and try again later” Thinking about what he just said you bit your lip. Maybe he was right and Megumi was just really tired. We’re probably just annoying him right now.
“You’re probably right. If he was really hurt he would have went to Shoko. I’ll look after him again in the evening.” you said in a monotone voice.
After the sun began to set you found yourself in the kitchen, brewing some soup. “If he won’t let me in this time I’ll pour this shit over his head!” you mumbled while stirring the soup. Grabbing a bowl of the freshly made soup you made your way to Megumis room again. Hesitantly you knocked on the door again. “Megumi? I made you some food. I haven’t seen you the whole day, you must be hungry…” You waited nervously, biting your lip.
What if I just woke him up? Oh shit this punk will kill me.
“Leave the food in front of the door, I’ll get it later.”
Wait? Is this idiot serious right now?
You couldn’t remember the last time you were this angry at your best friend because this shit just reached a whole different level. “You know what? I give a shit if you don’t want anyone to see you. Get the fuck ready because I’m coming in now”
“Y/N I dare y-” You stepped into his room, making his words die on his lips. He was laying in his bed while holding an ice pack to his lips.
Walking over to his bed and putting the soup on his nightstand you could make out some bloody tissue papers in his trash bin.
Now inspectating his face more closely you were able to see a big cut over his eyebrow and a dark purple eye. Now grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand with the ice pack away from his face, revealing a bruised lips.
“You could have just told me you were hurt.” you pressed out quietly. “You should go to Shoko”
“It’s really not that bad” he mumbled, pressing the ice against his lip again.
“That bloody shit in your trash says otherwise.” you pointed at his trash bin. “I’ll be right back, just don’t run away.”
“Where do you think I would be going looking like th-” again he was cut off by you leaving his room.
A few seconds later you came back bursting into his room again, in your hand a little package.
“Okay I guess I’ve got everything I need. Can you sit up? And put that damn ice to the side.”
Megumi put the ice on his nightstand and sat himself on the edge of his bed looking around his room. He looked everywhere but definitely not at you. After you positioned yourself in front of him you grabbed his chin softly, not wanting to hurt him any further.
“You look like shit” you said while getting out the bandages and the alcohol.
“Yeah Sherlock you don’t say” you chuckled at his stupid remark.
Putting some alcohol on a cotton wrap you padded it on the cut over his eyebrow. This angle gave you a chance to have a better look at his eyes. They were so dark, almost like obsidian. They were so deep, you almost got lost into them but Megumis hissing made you snap back. Ah right, the alcohol.
“I’m sorry, does it hurt that bad?”
“No, its fine. Just hurry please” You nodded, putting the cotton wrap away and grabbing a big band aid to put it over the cut. “This should stop the blending for now.”
“Turn your head a little bit, I need to see how badly your lips look.”
He turned his head to the side. His lips where mostly bruised but you could make out a little cut.
I can’t really patch that up but I can at least disinfect it.
Grabbing your alcohol and cotton again, you began to press it on his lips.
“Sorry this must hurt a lot”
Megumi kept quiet and just looked at you. His stare made you nervous.
Damn this boy and his beautiful eyes.
“I guess that’s all I can do for now. Do you have any more cuts or bruises I should take a look at?”
you immediately regretted your question.
“I actually got some more wounds, but I guess I can take care of them myself, it’s fine.” Oh no. If I do my job I do it correctly.
“Can you at least show them to me so I can see how bad they are. They should not get infected, you know right?”
Megumi let out a loud sight. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Damn it, I wasn’t expecting it to be on his rips. I thought they were on his arms or some shit like that. So this was the reason why he had troubles getting up. Makes sense now.
You immediately became flustered by the pure sight of his upper body. Luckily Megumi was busy trying to not look you in the eyes.
I have to touch him. Oh please no.
You quietly did your job of disinfecting and cleaning up his wounds. His skin was pale and cold to your touch. Your eyes staring right at his upper body, not daring to look him in the eyes for just one second. Megumi was just as nervous as you were but after some minutes of acting like all of this didn’t happen, he was able to look at you cleaning his wounds. How careful you were to not hurt him.
“Y/N?” he spoke softly. You instinctively looked up, becoming even more red.
“Thank you for doing this.” he said, still staring into your eyes.
You hectically looked away, fixing your eyes on his almost patched up wounds again.
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll always take care of you. No matter what.”
After you finished patching Megumi up, you packed your things together, strands of hair falling in your face. Megumi pulled his shirt over his head, being fully clothed again. The situation was awkward and even tho you really like Megumi, you wanted to get out of it.
“Guess my job is done here. Text me if you need something and I’ll come over. And eat your soup!” you said smiling at him, pointing at the soup that was still on his nightstand.
You were about to turn around, when Megumi spoke up.
“You know you could just stay here, then I don’t have to text you if I need something” he mumbled while scratching the back of his neck, not even looking you in the eyes.
You heart hammered so loud, you were scarred he would be able to hear it.
Was he serious? He wants me to stay with him over the night. This boy is joking right?
“Are your sure? Like… you want me here to stay?” you mumbled. Not really knowing what to say. You’ve gotten so nervous it’s getting ridiculous.
“Only if you want to, I thought that would be the better option” he shifted around, not knowing if what he said was wrong.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess that would be better.” you agreed by rapidly nodding, almost stumbling over your own words.
This was everything Megumi needed to hear. He lifted his blanked up to signalize you to get your ass into his bed.
Hesitantly you crawled into the bed, now laying next to him.
Megumi was laying on his back. You turned around to face him. “Can I….. you know. Can I maybe lay my hand there?” pointing at his stomach. You felt ashamed for asking to literally cuddle him, but you just couldn’t help it.
Everyone can sleep better when they cuddle something, right?
Megumi looked at you, surprised that you even asked him that. “If it helps you sleep, sure.”
You slowly slit your hands up his stomach and rested it right under the wound you just patched up before. Curling into his side you breathed his scent in. He smelled so incredibly good, it gave you butterfly’s in your belly.
“Am I not hurting you?” you asked, referring to the position you hand was in.
“You could never. Now go to sleep, you had a troublesome day with me acting like a completely asshole.” he chuckled, patting your head once, letting his hand rest on your back.
“I guess your right.” was all you where able to say, before slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.
Megumi watched you a bit longer, questioning how you both ended up like this. He always had liked you since he first laid his eyes on you. Seeing your sleeping form curled into him, made him realize how much he cared for you.
A/N
I hope you liked this imagine. If you know things I could do better, feel free to DM me. I always want to improve myself and my writing.
“ow!”itadori hisses, when you pressed the wet towelette on his bruised abdomen. “sorry” you mumbled cooly, carefully maneuvering around his stab wound from yuta.
“you promised you’d do it lightly!” you glared at your upperclassman, recalling his promise to you that he may or may not have to “kill” your lover as an order from the higher-ups of the jujutsu world but he’d try to more or less keep damage (to itadori) to a minimal.
“i tried! but he was also on to me and i just had to do what i had to do” yuta raises his hands up in defense, “he threw a car at me too by the way”
“but you didn’t have to stab him deep, TWICE” you grumbled, dropping the towelette before throwing yourself to itadori, who instantly wraps his arms around you.
“can you please not die on us and scare me, again?” you say, relishing in his warmth after being separated for a while. you feel his body vibrate as he lets out a chuckle, “i’ll try not to”
you spat out your coffee at the sudden question. megumi eyes you weirdly before tilting his head to the side, waiting for your answer
“did me and gojo have what?!” you repeat, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. making sure you heard the kid with spiky hair in front of you correctly
“sex”megumi says bluntly with a hint of curiousity
you get up from your seat and kneeled in front of the young boy, your hands cupping his chubby cheeks. “where did you hear that from, hm?” you ask him. surely, it had to be from his class or something at his age but you’re not sure if yourself if you’re ready to give this 7 year old boy the birds and the bees talk yet
“i heard it from gojo today. he was talking on the phone with someone and he said you and him had sex last night” megumi shares, recalling the conversation he overheard at the kitchen when he was on his way to get some snacks
you could’ve sworn a vein popped at your forehead the very moment gojo’s name was mentioned.
“oh.. so you got that from gojo huh…” you laughed awkwardly, unable to look at the kid in front of you in the eye
“so what’s sex—”
“oh wow would you look at the time, megumi-chan! it’s nap time!” you change the subject before he could even ask further. thankfully megumi was a gifted kid and could understand things that he isn’t really supposed to understand at his age. so he drops the subject and complies to you what you just said
megumi pouts and wiggles his way out of your grasp before going to his room to obediently take a nap
Big arms tightened around your waist, quietly pulling you from your slumber.
“Mm, how long was I out?”
A kiss was placed on the back of your neck as the man groaned, lifting a hand to look at the watch on his wrist.
“Six hours.”
You turned over to face the bare chested man. His heavy breathing fanned over your face as he brushed stray hairs out of your face and behind your ear. His lips brushed against your forehead; your fluttering eyelashes tickling his cheeks.
Your leg swung low on his hip, bringing his lower half snug against yours as the sheets ruffled with each movement.
“We should probably get up soon.” Toji’s gruff voice huffed as it blew the baby hairs that still poked out from your mess on your head.
“Myeah, we should.” You mumbled, burying your face in his chest.
“Y/N, you know you have a class today. And I’ve got some things to do. We talked about this.”
“Mmmm so warm though. You feel so good.”
The man sighed, rolling his hips into yours as he shifted his position a bit. His actions brought a quiet hum from your lips, causing your heavy eyes to open.
Your hand squeezed his side, digging nails in as you shifted this time, rolling your hips against his.
He groaned, coughing to cover it up as he placed his hand on your hip now, pinching gently as he pushed you away.
“You’re not doing this to me again, little lady. You’ve made me late the past few times because of that.”
You chuckled as you rolled over, sliding of the bed to slip your pants on over your underwear.
“Fuck, I could get used to that view every morning.”
You side eyed him as you shimmied the pants over your hips, wiggling then dramatically causing Toji to let out a low whistle.
“You’re a little tease, you know that?”
You smiled as you pulled your top over your head, turning to face the man who still laid half naked on the bed.
“I’ll see you tonight. Don’t miss me too much.” You blew him a kiss and walked out the door, a chuckle following you as you left.
You creeped down the hall, careful not to step on any wood that would pop and wake the other male that occupied the house. You tiptoed down each step to the main floor, making a bee line for the door.
“Not going to join us for breakfast?”
You felt bile rise in your throat as you took a few steps back to the open kitchen. Megumi sat at the kitchen counter shoveling toast and oats into his mouth with a deadpan glare set on you.
“Morning, Megumi.”
“Good morning. So, care to sit and eat so we can have a talk?”
Your body felt rigid as you inched forward, stomach growling at the sight of the warm food. However, it could be the sick feeling of being caught that’s making it do that.
“Oh, uh, no thanks. I need to get to the school.”
“Perfect!” He stood, putting his dishes in the sink then turning to grab his uniform jacket off his chair. “I’ll grab a ride with you then.”
You nodded, forcing an awkward smile as you drug your feet out the door behind him.
The car ride began silent. No one spoke. No one breathed too loud. Not even the radio brought you any relief from the heavy weight hanging in the air.
Megumi shifted in his seat, grabbing the phone from his pocket to check the time before sighing and resting his head against the window.
“Soooooo, you and my dad.”
You gulped, hands slightly tightening their grip on the steering wheel as you held your breath. You cut your eyes at him quickly before breathing out a sigh; acceptance filling you as you come to terms with the fact that you’re about to have this talk with your student.
“Yep.”
Wow great response.
Megumi nodded, head bumping against the glass as he did.
“Are you pregnant?”
You coughed, choking on your gasp that tried to escape you.
“Megumi, what the hell?!”
“What?”
“You can’t just ask someone that!! Women take offense to that you know?”
“Oh.”
Silence fell over you both again for a moment as you silently prayed that you’d make it to the school before crashing your car.
“Are you both together?”
Your eyebrows furrowed together in thought, swallowing thickly as you turned the steering wheel.
“No, we are not.”
“But, you hook up?”
“I guess so.”
“That’s messed up. That’s literally my dad.”
“And I’m your teacher. What’s the point?”
“Because I like you. I don’t want you to get messed up by him.”
Your face softened as you pulled into the drive to the school, slowing your car to a full stop as you parked it a bit from the school.
“Your dad isn’t as bad as he seems, ya know? I’m sure he’d appreciate another chance at being your father if you’d let him. He talks about you a lot.”
“Yeah? He talks about you a lot too.”
“He does?!” You questioned, shooting up in your seat.
“Ha, yeah. A lot actually. And I’ve known about you both since the party by the way.”
“…..Megumi,”
“I think you’re good for him. Of course, I don’t really know him but I know you’re good. I just want to protect you from the kind of man he might be.”
“Awwww, Megumi! Thank you. This is why you’re my favorite student. And maybe son!”
“Please stop.”
**************
The day flew by without much drama. A curse here and a curse there, but pretty soon you were making your way back to the Fushiguro household.
It was just you and Megumi, Toji not yet back from whatever it may be he had been up to.
You had never seen the house in the setting sun. It was stunning. You had only seen it at night when you had snuck in late to see Toji. You liked coming to this house before his sons bedtime.
The both of you had set out on a mission to order the most mouth watering takeout you’ve ever had, daddies money of course funding this endeavor.
The two of you chatted and watched movies as you awaited the arrival of said daddy, and finally, the door creaked open as heavy footsteps padded down the hall.
“Well, well, well. Having a girls night, are we?” 
You could sense Megumi’s annoyance as he stood, passing his dad the takeout box of unfinished food. Toji leaped over the back of the couch, plopping down beside you, causing you to bounce at the sudden impact.
“I’m tired. You take my place in girls night. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night, Megs.”
Once the boy had left the room, you reached a hand over to slap Toji on his chest, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek as he glared at you.
“You need to be nice to him. He’s a great kid.”
“What? I am nice.”
“You just indirectly insulted him. So what if he wanted to watch movies and pig out with me? I enjoyed it. He’s so kind in his own way.”
Toji sighed as he relaxed into the couch, resting a hand in your blanket covered knee and squeezing gently.
“He is. I need to be a better dad.”
“You are a good dad.”
“No, I’m a good dad-dy. A good one to you especially.” He said with a wink as he stuffed his mouth with food.
“Speaking of which, Megumi asked if I was pregnant today.”
Toji coughed, quickly swallowing the food as he covered himself with his usual sly expression.
“Oh really?”
“Mhm. He also wanted to know if we were together.”
“Well, obviously we are. You’re here as much as we are and I’m sure he’s sick of hearing about you. I was going to get around to asking you soon anyway.”
You smiled, satisfied with hearing those words leave his mouth. He could be a big softy when it was just the two of you.
You leaned into his frame, cuddling the blanket closer to you. He ate his fill as you relaxed into him, eyes feeling heavier and heavier as his deep laughs shook you awake each time a funny scene tickled him.
You weren’t sure how long how long you both stayed like this, but you soon were pulled out of your sleep as you felt strong arms lay you down on cool silk sheets.
Eyes fluttered open to see Toji smiling down at you.
“Hey, pretty momma. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Your mind was clouded by sleep, making the filter to your mouth…non existent.
“You should make me a momma.”
Toji scoffed as he patted your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.
“What? This about what Megumi said earlier?”
You smiled softly as you lifted your tired eyes to look at him.
“Maybe. Yes. I like the sound of it.”
Toji’s face softened as he squeezed your thigh a little harder. His other hand lay in his lap as his back bent to crane his neck so his face was inches from yours.
“I can make that happen. You just have to ask.” 
You grabbed the hand that was on your thigh, pulling it to cradle your face as you planted a soft kiss on it.
“Please.”
The smirk that grew on his face made your body shiver. The spark in his eye sinister almost as he swung his leg over your waist to straddle you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as the switch from sweet to dom was switched.
“Is that right? You want me to fuck a baby into you? You want me to fill you up?”
You picked your hips, pulling your wrists in an attempt to touch him. He bit his lip as his eyes shifted down to the rise and fall of your chest as your body lifted to meet his.
“You desperate for me?”
You nodded, wining as his grip on your wrists tightened, nails digging into your skin.
“Use your words, baby. You know I love to hear you talk.”
Your eyes met him as your face contorted into an expression of need.
“Please, Daddy. I need you.”
“That’s my good girl.” 
He leaned down, lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. He shifted your wrists to be pinned under one of his large hands as the other hand moved under your chin to keep your lips right where he wanted them. He squeezed your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker open as he slipped his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.
You groaned as you felt his hips roll against yours. You lifted yours to meet his pelvis in an attempt to gain more friction. He chuckled at your actions and pulled away, letting the hand that squeezed your cheeks stroke your face.
“Is my pretty girl that needy?”
You whimpered, nodding. Your nod was cut short when his hand quickly moved to grip your chin and cheeks again; his fingers dug into your cheeks.
“I believe I said I wanted you to use your words.”
You fought the smirk that tried to push its way on to your lips.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m needy for you. I want you to touch me.”
“Mmm, yeah? Show me where you want me to touch you.”
He let go of your wrists. You slowly moved your hand to grip his gently. With your other hand, you lifted the waist band of your pants and directed his hand down until his fingers were ghosting over the lace fabric of your panties.
“Right there.”
Toji smirked as he shifted off of you. He pulled your pants down, panties ripped off as he did.
He grabbed your ankles, pushing them up so your knees bent and granted him access between your legs.
You tensed as the cool air met your warmth, goosebumps popping up on your skin. Toji looked at you from between your legs, a soft smile on his lips as he took two fingers and traced them over your pubic bone.
You shivered at the touch, making Toji chuckle at your reaction.
“So sensitive.”
His fingers spread your lips apart as his other hand began to rub two fingers across your clit slowly.
You sucked in a breath of air at his gentle touch. His eyes glanced up at you, smirking as he saw the expression of pleasure on your face.
“Is Daddy making his girl feel good?”
You nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘yes’ before he could get on to you again for not speaking.
He smirked as he drug his fingers down a bit to rub against your hole to collect the wet that had begun to form.
His fingers scissored the wet as he admired his work.
“All of this, and I haven’t even done much. You must really want me.”
You blushed as you saw him lick the wet off his fingers. Your mouth soon fell open as his own mouth attached itself to your pussy.
His lips engulfed yours as his tongue worked against your clit, drifting down to push its way inside your hole. Your head flew back as you moaned when his fingers returned to your clit.
Your hips bucked against his face, causing him to glare at you. His free hand made its way up to your lower stomach as he pressed your hips down to hold you in place.
Without your movements to grant you relief, Toji switched to licking your clit, sucking gently as his fingers worked your entrance.
“Fuck, Toji, I need more!”
He pulled his mouth off of you with a pop and his fingers from your entrance as he rested them across your thighs. The bottom half of his face was still hidden between your legs as he placed gentle kisses to your lips and clit.
“Is that my name, doll?”
“…..no, sir.”
“Wanna try that again?”
“Please, Daddy. I need more.”
Clothes were thrown to the floor as Toji ripped them off of you, placing heated kisses across your burning skin as he did.
His mouth fell into an open smirk as he rubbed the head of his dick through your folds, pulling shallow moans from deep within your chest. The head eased into your entrance, causing your walls to squeeze around it as he pulled back out.
“To-Daddy please! I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up.”
Toji didn’t reply. His only response as him shoving your legs to your chest as he pushed inside of you. And he pushed alllllll the way inside of you.
Your mouth fell open as he grazed your cervix, his head burying itself into your neck as he bit into the skin between your neck and shoulder. He groaned as he pulled half way out then pushed back in slowly. Your body shook at the intrusion as your juices welcomed more of him.
Your nails dug into his shoulders leaving long, angry scratches for him to ogle at later. He always did love flexing them in the mirror.
You moaned as he picked up the pace, pistoling in and out if you as his balls slapped against your backside.
“That’s a good girl. I wished you could see how you take me so well. You’re leaving a nice, little white ring around me. Such a good girl for your daddy, hm?”
You groaned at his words, throwing your legs around his hips as he pushed impossibly deeper inside of you.
His hands that had been beside your head moved to your waist, wrapping around your back as he pulled you up into his chest.
“Hold on, baby.”
There was no other warning given as he began to slam you down onto his cock. Every bit of his eight inches burying itself inside of you as he did. His hips slapped up to meet yours as he pulled you tighter to him.
His lip was caught between his teeth as his eyebrows contorted into concentration. His eyes fluttering between open and closed as they met yours for brief moments before your head would be thrown back from pleasure and his eyes skewed shut.
It wasn’t long until he had you under him again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His hips began to stutter as he planted a kiss on your lips, causing you both to moan into the others mouth.
“You really want me to fill you up? You want me to fuck a baby into you? Give Meg’s a little play friend?”
You nodded as your choked out a reply.
“Yes! Yes, Toji.”
His lips were pushed against yours again as his hands lifted your legs higher, allowing the perfect position for him to empty all of his seed inside of you.
Your body felt hot as he did, shaking as you came with him. Your walls tightening around him as you milked him for every last drop.
He rested his head on yours as he collapsed on top of you. Your legs remained around his waist as your hands made there way into his hair to softly card through the dark locks.
After a few minutes of laying in silence, Toji began to stir as he kissed your forehead, then top of your nose, cheeks, chin and all the way down to your stomach where he littered kisses across the warm skin.
His actions made you giggle as you cupped his cheeks, bring him up to meet your lips.
“What was that for?” You asked as he rolled over beside you and pulled you close to his chest.
“That was a little ritual I came up with. It’s to make sure the baby and it’s Momma are happy and healthy.”
You chuckled as you nuzzled into his bare chest. The covers were thrown across your body as a kiss was placed on the top of you head.
Toji drug his fingers up and down your arm as he looked down at your sleeping figure. His heavy eyelids widened as he felt his heart swell with a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Maybe he should go buy a ring tomorrow. Just to have on standby or something…..
Warning: 18+ Content — Characters are understood to be aged up
Itadori:
Itadori is so precious. I love him. Like I can’t express the love I feel for him. Is that weird? Idk. Who cares.
Anywho, he is the type of guy to literally pick you up when giving you hugs. He’s strong enough to do it too. No matter how much you weigh.
He would come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzle his nose into your hair. He would litter kisses all up and down your neck, biting gently to make you gentle.
He has no shame in touching you. His hands would wonder all up and down your sides and under your shirt. All just to feel you
Itadori is the type of guy to man spread (perhaps taking after Gojo) and he would love to plop you down onto his lap and kiss you
He’d be so playful and it’s so hard to picture him doing hot things, but he is very surprising
100% will fuck you against a wall. Or in a pool/in the shower. He would definitely be into risk and he can be pretty confident about his skills with not getting caught.
I think he’d also want to have eye contact. Eye contact is hot. We are talking about adult Itadori here. When he’s younger, he’d probs be the dude to squint his eyes really tight because of the pleasure, but I think over time he’d love the eye contact
Megumi:
Megumi would be such a tough, brooding, quiet so. He’d be like a bodyguard. He’d make you feel protected and safe
He would probably have the hottest morning voice. So deep and gruff and sexy….definitely would compliment his wild bed hair
He would be the type of guy to give you side eyes and stare at you through his long lashes and hooded gaze. Whether it be because you’re annoying him, or because he wants you, it’s so hot.
Megumi is the type of guy to not be into pda, but he would pull you to him in private and hold you close to his side or in front of him.
He wouldn’t act very affectionate with you, but when I’m private, he is a totally different person.
Megumi would definitely have a hand resting on your throat when he’s in the mood. It would snake up your body to your throat and just sit there. You two would just be watching a movie and he would slide a hand to rest just above your waistline while the other lightly encased your throat, delivering experimental squeezes to gauge your reaction
Megumi isn’t very good at head, but his fingers….that’s an entire post in itself. He’s good with his fingers. Very very good.
Inumaki:
Now, Megumi may be good with his fingers, but Inumaki is the one who’s good with his mouth. Like yes the whole cursed speech think yadda yadda yadda but yes so good with his mouth
And I’ve seen so many writings about how he will use his cursed speech on you and I totally agree. I think it would be gentle, but the idea is still great.
Inumaki is the type of guy to just know how to do a lot of things. He’d be so handy and helpful. Like if you broke something, he’d know exactly how to put it back together and if he couldn’t, he’d go buy you another. He’s so smart though, so I believe he’d be able to fix it.
Toge is a quiet guy…you know what they say about quiet guys;)));))) iykyk and I have 0 doubts about this
He’d be such a good listener. They poor guy can’t speak unless it’s rice ball ingredients, so of course he would be a good listener. I think he’d be so invested in what you’d have to say. Like hanging on every last word
Inumaki would be the type of guy to own a lot of sweaters. He’d definitely lend you as many as you want too. They are mostly oversized, so they would fit you (no matter your body type), no worries there! And he would totally spray it with his delicious smelling cologne
Maki:
Maki would be very similar to Megumi in a relationship. She’s such a girl boss and she makes me weak
She is such a hard worker and is so domineering it’s scary, but so attractive.
Hot-tempered and strong-willed Maki is everything. She wouldn’t back down. Which means she’s a great flirt. She’d have a cocky, teasing tone and make you blush. She loves making you blush.
She would more or less use her words with you in public. Not very affection, but in private she wouldn’t hold back. Much like Megumi.
Maki would do that thing where she tilts her head, lowering her gave at you when you talk. It would make you stutter and she’d smirk.
Speaking of which, her side eye smirk…enough said.
A perfect woman. She’d be so good with her fingers. She’d tuck a hair behind your ear one moment, holding your cheek as she brought you into a kiss, and then next she’d have you under her, one hand working your nipples and the other knuckles deep inside you
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SYPNOSIS:
Fushiguro and Y/N have been best friends since middle school up until college and now they share an apartment! And what’s bad about sharing an apartment with your bestie whom you have feelings for is you can’t ever tell them how you feel! It would ruin the friendship that you already have so you can’t do that… Or can you?
Modern plot, Social Media AU, collegeAU!, characters’ ages are a little different from the original work.
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own any of the characters from Jujutsu Kaisen. The characters belong to Gege Akutami as the creator of Jujutsu Kaisen. I only own the story plot of this work of fiction.
“You know.. resisting will only stop you from enjoying this.” Another heavy hit of the flogger against your inner thigh, marking the third time in the same spot. Unable to move from the spread out position you’re in since each of your limbs are cuffed to the bed posts. Your unresponsiveness doesn’t sit well with the man towering above you. A firm hand slaps your thigh harder than the flogger did previously and even though you flinch viciously with every hit, the bed doesn’t shake. “Nanami what’s the meaning of this?” He leans down close to you, minty breath fanning against your face when he responds, “Why the formalities? We’re just trying something new.” Gritting your teeth, you hiss, “Yeah, clearly. The Kento I know would’ve warned me at least.” A forced chuckle is all you hear before he steps away and opens a drawer behind you, pulling an object out and walking back towards you with it behind his back. “I apologize in advance for what you’re going to experience.” Confusion is written all over your face, an expression that he’s never left you feeling before.
When a cold cylinder shape is pressed against your lips, an incoherent slur you ask, “What are you doing?” Nanami lifts your head, and you receive no answer to your question. What you do hear, is the sound of a buckle snapping. At the same time, the object in your mouth tightens enough to stop you from speaking overall. “It’s just a ball gag, sweetheart.” He steps away from you and walks back over to the drawer that he pulled this device from. Carefully and quietly selecting which toys to use against you while you stare at the ceiling. More than anything, you’re in disbelief that he’s capable of something like this. You know that he would never cause any real harm to you, but he’s a dedicated man and you don’t know how long he’ll drag things out.
Nanami tosses a few items next to your body, before sitting down next to you and blocking your view from identifying what they are. Metal clanks together while he ruffles his hand through the pile. He picks up a pair of nipple clamps and lets you examine them before adjusting the clips to a looser setting. You watch him, quiet and alert; paying attention to his every move. Tension in the room is high, a mixture of his excitement and concentration. Nanami places the nipple clamps on you one by one. What’s supposed to be a moan ends up sounding like a hum against the gag in your mouth, eyes rolling back at the sharp sting on your nipples. His eyes peer down at your cunt that’s drooling onto the sheets below you. How’s he supposed to maintain his resolve when you’re like this in front of him? Sprawled out on the bed with vulnerability washed over your features like a fawn who lost their mother. Two deft fingers slip into your cunt, exiting as quick as they entered while he observes his slick coated fingers. “I’m glad you’re pleased by this.”
When Nanami presses two fingers back into your heat, you tense up at the feeling of something lingering inside of you after his fingers retreat from your body. A thin piece of silicone dangles out of your cunt, tickling you between both holes. A vibrator egg. The lightbulb in your head turning on evidently shows across your face and Nanami wastes no time setting the toy to vibrate. The setting is on low, just enough to shake your insides but not fill you with euphoria. He pulls out a large vibrating wand, turning it on and bringing it to your clit. All these feelings mixed together is a dangerous cocktail, leaving you trembling and wishing you had access to grab the sheets. He watches you earnestly as you come undone with each second that passes. The vibrator in your cunt doesn’t make you feel stuffed, leaving you clenching around it; wishing for more. The constant pressure of your nipples being clamped is intoxicating if you concentrate on it for long enough. Each time you’re on the brink of cumming, he highers the vibrating wand setting against your clit and watches as you orgasm violently, over and over, until near convulsions.
After your fifth forced orgasm, Nanami still hasn’t grown tired of seeing your eyes tear up at the pleasure that became painful orgasms ago. You desperately tug your arms and legs against the metal cuffs, trying to get them to break so you can put an end to this madness. Wrists and ankles have gone raw from your attempts, throat dry and scratchy from trying to scream beneath the ball gag. He notices your pupils dilated far beyond normal because of the stress you’re in. Agonizing stress resulting in you yearning for his cock, crying to be stuffed full of his cum. He’s finally ready to give in to your muffled pleads for mercy.
Nanami unlatches the ball gag from your mouth, preparing himself to be chastised for his antics. Instead of verbally crucifying him, you ask him nicely if he can let you free. Like a butler to your requests, he pulls the vibrating egg out of you before unlocking the cuffs on your ankles and wrists. All four sets of cuffs are thrown onto the bed and the keys tossed onto the dresser. You examine the blemishes from where the metal dug into your skin, whining when you stretch your joints and feel the air reach your wounds. The room is silent besides the sound of the ceiling fan and the wall clock. You scan over his built figure, clad in a suit with his signature blue shirt and flashy tie combination. The bulge in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed either.
With every step closer to Nanami you grimace at how soaked you are between your legs. His eyes don’t leave yours as you bend onto your knees and undo his belt, pulling his pants and boxers to his ankles quickly. As bad as you want him buried in your cunt right now, your main priority is revenge. A husky groan comes from him when you wrap your hand around his cock. Precum already spilling out the tip, you lick it off painfully slow before taking the entirety of his length into your throat. Your tongue licks a stripe on the underside of his cock before sucking on his tip firmly. Nanami’s head is thrown back, hands clutching the edge of the dresser you’ve pinned him against. He’s a man who likes to bask in the intimate moments you share. But the way you’re swallowing his cock like it’ll be your last time is making him fall apart. One hand grips into his thigh, the other jerking the rest of his length that doesn’t fit in your mouth. His senses are on overdrive, every bit of pleasure you’re giving him flows through his body and clouds his mind with thoughts of filling you to the hilt. When he looks down at your teary eyes and notices the spit dripping out either sides of your mouth, he can’t hold back. You continue maintaining eye contact while his cum shoots down your throat, going as far as making audible gulping noises that stir the knot in his stomach even more.
Nanami is putty in your hands now. You lead him to the bed and straddle his waist, unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling him by the tie into a needy kiss. Grinding your clit against his growing length, the man beneath you is more vocal than usual. Guttural moans escape his lips as he rolls his hips upwards and brushes your clit beautifully. You lean back onto your elbows, giving him a clear view to your glistening cunt. He’s a slave for your wet pussy, taking every chance to eat you out besides today. You think he owes it to you after what he put you through, so you stand up quickly and position yourself over his face before sinking down until your clit reaches his mouth. He doesn’t complain, instantly sucking your sensitive bud with precision and sending you into a blissful state with every drag of his tongue.
This is your chance. The cuffs he restrained you with are awfully close to his own hands that are digging into your soft thighs. You pry his hands off of you, placing one of them on your breast before quickly handcuffing the other. The cold metal around his wrist instantly tells him what’s going on. To stop him from asking you what’s going on, you ride his face ardently and quickly cuff the other; already missing the feeling of his hands against your skin.
Sitting on his face was just a mere distraction, ignoring the low whimper he lets out when you detach yourself and sit on his lap. His thick cock is already hard as you grind your clit up and down his length. Precum dribbles out of his tip, a true testament of how turned on he is. You line himself up with your slick heat that’s been patiently waiting for this moment. A pleasured sigh is let out by the both of you in unison as he stretches you out.
Nanami wants nothing more than to grip you by the hips, rock you on his cock and hold your body flush to his. Instead, you snap your hips against his viciously, not giving him an ounce of decency or the chance to revel in the plush gumminess of your pussy. The frustration he feels is audible in his moans that grow increasingly louder. One thing that he’s grateful about is that you haven’t cuffed his ankles yet. He meets your cunt halfway, adamant on doing anything to contribute to your bliss. The wet noises of you taking him are sloppy, lewd and the result of the slew orgasms you’ve had earlier. Though your leg muscles yearn for a break, you grab his tie with one hand; forcing him to look at you while you roll your hips against his cock. It feels like forever before Nanami’s moans crack and drag out, his seed spilling into you while his delicious noises restore your strength.
The man underneath you is flushed red, glaring at you through low lidded eyes. You’re determined to make him feel completely sheepish in this vulnerable state. He’s earned this treatment. You undo his tie, unbutton his blue shirt and allow his chest to be out on display. His nipples taste faintly of cologne mixed with a tinge of sweat. The musky earthy scent that you’re all too familiar with after his long days of work. When you bite down on the bud, his expression is blown wide with furrowed brows. “You’ve started something that you can’t finish, Nanami.”
It doesn’t take long for him to get hard again since you’re dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock. This time you decide to ride him reverse cowgirl. Your nails dig into his legs while you hold them for support. The view of your ass is nothing short of mesmerizing. Nanami has to look up at the ceiling to stop himself from cumming prematurely. Your cunt mercilessly clamps around his length, constricting around each vein and ridge that rummages through your walls. Every rotation of your hips before sinking back onto him is intense. His bulbous tip nudges against your cervix, kissing the smooth muscle enough to tickle the coil that’s building inside of you. Normally he would sit up and bring an arm around to play with your clit, but today you’re left to do it on your own. You lean back to lay with your back against his chest. He presses kisses to your neck, nibbling on the skin he can reach comfortably. His cock is still inside of you while you circle your clit with two fingers; chasing your own orgasm as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to release before you. “Move Nanami.” Desperation woven in your tone, he puts all of his weight on the heels of his feet while rutting into you. The pressure inside of you snaps once his momentum is steady, coating him in your essence when you hear the grunting of him fucking you using all of the strength in his legs. Cloud 9 is the reality he’s living in right now, shooting his third round of cum into your sopping pussy. You stay pressed against him for a while, regaining your composure before peeling off of his damp chest.
Nanami radiates a different type of beauty in this scenario. He’s usually levelheaded, imperturbable. Never dealing with a racing heart besides during a work out or a strenuous fight against a cursed spirit. Not having control over himself is a disadvantage in his eyes. He’s finally come to terms that you’re going to continue. A smart man, he truly is. Even though your soul is back at the starting line to ruin him, your body is worn out. He notices by your sluggish walk back over to him, tutting his teeth at your undying determination. You’ve been too lenient with him, having only restricted the use of his arms. Meanwhile, you were unable to move any of your limbs, not granted the permission to moan because of the ball gag stuffed in your mouth. He used toys on you and pushed you without any warning. So no, you don’t feel so bad while you cuff his ankles. In fact, you feel so liberated that you pull his tie off and shove the bunched fabric right into his mouth.
Through all of this, the man still has no trouble maintaining an erection. His cock stands up high, showcasing a white ring around the base. Your slick coating his light blonde pubes glisten in the low lighted room. He won’t tell you that cumming so much has grown painful, because he knows that you’ve dealt with the same treatment by him. He won’t beg you to stop because you didn’t have the chance to do the same. Not that he has the chance to talk now anyway. Needing to rest a bit, you lay on your stomach between his legs and start licking his length from the base to tip; ruining that pretty white ring of cum. His body is tense from his legs all the way up to the facial expression he’s wearing. One of your hands fondle his balls, hoping to ease him up just enough to force more out of him. The other jerks off the remainder of his length that doesn’t fit in your mouth. You don’t give him the consideration of sucking him off gently. Your licks and sucks are ruthless; making his legs tremble and toes curl. When you tighten your throat around him, his hips flinch beneath you. Warm liquid collects in his tear ducts, threatening to fall if you continue overstimulating him. You’re not oblivious to his struggle, choosing to ignore his beet red face and how his lower half jolts with every strong thrust into your mouth. Soon enough, a painful, heavy tension snaps and his cum, once again, goes flooding into your throat. You swallow every drop while he trembles underneath you. Muffled whimpers muted by the soaked tie in his mouth. He’s had enough, body gone limp besides involuntary shivers.
One more time. That’s all you’ve got the strength for. One last time to force an orgasm out of Nanami. His body betrays him, shutting his eyes from roaming your seductive body that sends blood straight to his throbbing cock. You line up him with your entrance for the umpteenth time, legs trembling from holding yourself up. The two of you share the same feeling of sheer exhaustion, dealing with shallow breaths while fighting your own bodies from shutting down. You hook your arms behind his neck, essentially using him as leverage to help you bounce on his cock. Nanami grunts with every snap of your hips, eyes clenched shut while he bites his bottom lip. A weird heat builds up inside you. Not the normal winding that you’re familiar with. No, this feels like it’s building way more rapidly, sending heat from your chest to your abused cunt.
Nanami promised himself long ago that he’d never use excessive force on anyone, cursed or human, if it wasn’t necessary. Technically he wouldn’t be using it on you either, but he feels guilty for deciding to break the hold of the cuffs on his hands. He grits his teeth, trying to filter out your assault from his mind and channel all of his power into his fists. It’s a long shot considering how tired he is, but he can’t deal with this much longer. Irritation is growing within him, not at you, but at himself because he should be able to reap what he sowed.
It takes one try for him to break his arms free and finally spit the tie out of his mouth. He’s quite shocked but proud of himself, thinking that he should’ve tried this sooner. There’s no time for you to react before his arms wrap around your waist and he sits up, pulling you closer and thrusting at his own, more reserved pace. That feeling is coming back, reignited when his hands travel up your back and bring you into a searing kiss. His calloused fingers rake over your breast, grip your neck, pull you as flush to him as he could while his tongue greedily overpowers yours. His ruts into your soaked and swollen pussy are slow, a tempo that you’ve missed. A warm, dragged out impact stills your entire body while cracked moans emanate from the pit of your stomach. “I— I’m squirting. Nanami. Please. Stop.” This is the most blissful you’ve felt all night, overtaken by the influx of sensations taking over your body. You swear you can see stars while pulling his hair painfully taut, grinding against him with every fiber of strength you have. Suddenly his orgasm creeps up, but it’s not painful this time, much to his delight. He spurts what seems like the last drops of semen that he has before his arms unwrap from around you and he lets his back fall against the bed.
Both of you lie in a pool of your mixed juices with not a single care in the world, too tired to move. A few minutes of rest won’t hurt. He mumbles in a perpetually tired voice, “Toying with you was worth every second of your vengeance.”
summary: you question your importance to your boyfriend, Aoi Todo, when he stands you up to attend another one of Takada’s appearances. he wastes no time providing the reassurance on the spot.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough sex, oral sex, public sex
word count: 1,939
“Y/N, wasn’t Todo supposed to be here by now? Should we order for him or wait until he gets here?” Yuji questions since it was agreed that everyone would meet at the sushi place almost an hour ago. “I think Takada is doing an appearance today. You know how he is.” Even though you’re brushing it off, everyone at the table sees through the act. “Grow a spine and just leave that idiot already. He’s always standing you up and it‘s tiring to hear about it.” Maki protests, but you know her well enough to understand that she genuinely hates how grossly obsessed Todo is with a woman other than you. Having already finished your lunch, you decide that it’s fine to head out and look for your boyfriend since you can guess exactly where he is. “Well guys, I’m going to stop by the mall and see if Todo went to see Takada.” You place money on the table, enough to cover your food and extra just in case. Nobara shouts with a mouth full of food, “Be careful and next time no leaving before dessert!” Waving goodbye, you leave behind your friends and the facade that you’ve kept up to try and persuade them that you’re unbothered by Todo’s lecherous behavior.
When you arrive at the mall, there’s a fee to see Takada because you didn’t have a ticket already. Frustration sets in and you’re pissed that you’re about to pay to confirm your suspicions. In the corner of your eye, you spot Todo walking out of an enclosed area with a smile across his face. You dart off quickly towards where he’s at and follow behind him momentarily, noticing that he’s examining a Polaroid of him with Takada. Arms crossed, you step in front of him while clearing your throat and he finally lifts his head up right before bumping into you. His facial expression quickly goes from happy to confused. “Babe! You’re here! Why are you here? I thought you were having lunch with my brother and everyone else?” He must’ve forgot that he agreed to the same plans. “I’m here because you ditched me for Takada once again.” Unable to hide the passive aggressive tone, he grabs your wrist and gives you a sheepish grin before grumbling sarcastically, “Oh come on it’s not like that! You see? They offered to take our picture today! How could I miss it? I was going to meet with you right after I got out of here.” You pull your wrist back from his hold and walk off, completely uninterested in entertaining him right now.
Walking down the stairs of an emergency exit that leads out of the mall, you jump out of your skin when you hear a door above you slam open. Heavy footsteps with insane speed get louder by the second as they make their way closer to the level you’re on. You turn around to face the area they’re coming from and spot none other than Todo, who grabs your arms and pins you against the wall. “You’re not mad are you? Please it’s not that serious.” You feel unimportant to him, especially since he’s trying to minimize the situation. “I am mad and it’s serious because you always do this. It seems like you value Takada more than me, so how am I supposed to feel?” You can’t read the expression on his face that appears like he’s disappointed in you and amused at the same time, making you feel small under his gaze. You suck your teeth at him and spit with a violent tone, “Oh? So you have nothing to say. I didn’t know you were such a coward.” His laugh that follows is so loud that it echoes off the walls surrounding you two, only adding more fuel to the fire.
Todo drops to his knees, skimming his hands up your floral midi dress until he grazes over the cheeky underwear adorning your body. Looking down at him in confusion with furrowed brows, you’re curious about what he has up his sleeve. You shriek suddenly when he pulls your underwear down to your knees and latches onto your clit while holding your dress up so you can watch him. When you yank him by his hair, it does nothing besides make him look up at you deviously. “What the fuck are you doing?” He chuckles against your clit and the vibration freezes you in place. “Being a coward.” Your fate is sealed when he hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and continues to devour your clit like a hungry man. As indecent as you feel by allowing him to continue, his persistence makes you decide not to fight against the pleasure.
Dopamine floods your brain while your fingers lace in his hair and pull him closer. Through muffled moans you manage to let words slip out, “S-stop. I don’t want us to get caught.” He doesn’t listen at first, your words saying one thing but the gratification in your tone and body language tell him to continue. When he releases your clit and looks up at you, his chin and lips are covered in your essence and he has a glimmer of wild desire in his eyes. You feel your body go limp at the sight while unhooking your leg from his shoulder.
Todo stands to his full height and pulls his cock out from his pants. Already throbbing, he promises himself not to go easy on you. “Someone’s going to catch us. What will we do then?!” In a hoarse voice he responds smugly, “We’ll decide when that happens.” A calloused hand holds one of your thighs up and rests it against his shoulder, giving him access to your cunt in a standing position with you facing him. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance before plummeting fully inside, making you gasp loudly. Todo brings his thumb to your mouth, tracing your bottom lip. When you stick your tongue out, he slips his finger into your mouth and pulls you flush to his body. While his thick, veiny cock thrusts into your walls that are trying desperately to accommodate him, you’re sucking on his finger to quiet yourself down. As big as he is, prep is a necessity and you’ll be sore for the next few days because of this. Your body is small compared to his, easily pliable in his hands, and he feels on top of the world when he’s buried in you. His soft lips find their way to your neck, roughly biting down on the skin before soothing the area with his tongue. Soon enough, your slick coats him entirely and allows you to take him with ease.
Everything about this is lewd and a familiar ache starts to build in your core. Perhaps it’s how he angles himself perfectly to hit your sweet spot, or that his pace is strategically set to make you feel stuffed but still craving more. Every brush of his pelvis against your clit makes you moan and Todo takes in the look of you coming undone by him battering your cunt with no remorse. You’re left helpless in his grasp, desperately grabbing at any part of his body for a semblance of reality. He brings you into a fiery kiss and reaches between your bodies to toy with your clit. Body pressed insanely close to his, you grind yourself against his length while tongues sloppily fight for control. All of your sensations are clouded. Eyes blinded by pleasure. The scent of arousal flooding your nose. Squelching noises echoing off the walls. Hands grazing every muscle in his shoulders. The taste of him is intoxicating against your tongue. His fingers are precise against your bud, working in tandem with your hips that slam against his to take every inch. He loves you like this. Greedy, hungry, desperate for him. The delicious pleasure so constant that you’re caught by surprise when your orgasm crashes over at once. Your fingernails break into his skin as you latch on for dear life, earning a growl from the pit of his stomach. Your legs are shaking, and the foot you’re standing on feels like it won’t continue to hold you up because of the strong clenching around his length. He takes a moment to deem himself your knight in shining armor, swooping your other leg up to carry you completely before resting you against the wall while he fucks you through your orgasm.
Your cunt is soaked, so wet that Todo slips out easily if he pulls out entirely. Fatigue washes over you as he chases his release, but you still want more. Something about the way he holds you up effortlessly and uses you to his desire is alluring. Even if you’re humiliated because of where you’re at and pissed off at him for not showing up to lunch, all of that is out of mind right now. He knows this too by the way your eyes are rolled behind your head, shoulders and arms slack, mouth ajar with lips swollen from the frenzied kisses you shared with him. Your chest bounces with every thrust that presses you against the wall behind you. After catching his eyes lingering against your breast, you give him the privilege to see. Pulling your spaghetti straps off your shoulders, your perky boobs pop out of your thin dress and his eyes light up. As if you haven’t already given him all of you, you feed his desires some more. He leans forward, sucking one nipple and then the other, trying his best to give equal attention while pistoning into you. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, a big smirk on his face while he eagerly ravishes your body. His excitement stirs you on further, pressing your breast together and allowing him to suckle on both of your nipples at the same time. Todo can’t contain himself, the loudest of grunts ripple from his throat as he spills his cum into you. He firmly holds you in place, releasing every drop of his seed as you lazily roll your hips against him. The sheer amount of slick between both of you makes you grimace. In between labored breaths he demands, “Don’t question your value to me anymore, okay?”
As your breathing regulates, you wipe a line of sweat off of his hairline and pepper kisses against his scar. Todo hasn’t let you down yet, thanks to his brute strength. Time feels like it stops when you’re with him, you can easily lose hours in his presence. Soon after, you feel his erection growing inside of you again and strong arms are still holding you so tight that you can’t escape. You protest, pleading with him to let you down and he reluctantly gives in but not before asking if you two can finish this at home. Todo releases you from his grasp gently, allowing you to fix yourself into your dress while he adjusts his cock back into his pants. “Give me the photo you took with Takada.” Todo doesn’t flinch, digging in his pocket and immediately handing you the photo while wondering what you plan to do with it. Examining the photograph, you sigh at how happy Todo looks, fighting back the tears that are threatening to fall. “Would you rather be with her?” Your question shocks him but he lets no time pass before answering. “Absolutely not.” He realizes that it’s time for him to show more appreciation for the person who actually means the most to him, you.
summary: after being shunned by your family, you show up to Geto’s house unannounced and find comfort in him, eventually indulging in the fantasies that have plagued your mind. you’re completely unaware that you’ve fell right into his trap.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral sex
word count: 3,161
author’s note: this fic includes spoilers about Geto. please do not read if you aren’t aware of his backstory and motives.
Growing up you were teased by friends and family for being afraid of the monsters they weren’t able to see, and you owe thanks to Geto for helping you become an unofficial jujutsu sorcerer. When you met Geto, he felt for you and offered to teach you how to exorcise cursed spirits and channel your cursed energy. Not only did he build your confidence but he helped you see the world as a place to live without fear.
You noticed the small changes become more noticeable after Geto came back with stitches across his forehead. The patient, kind and charismatic man seemed colder and always distracted. It wasn’t that he was cruel to you, it just felt like he pushed you way harder during training. When you asked him if he was alright, if anything was on his mind or if he wanted to speak about it, he brushed you off with that perfect smile of his, reassuring you that everything was fine. Training continued, and soon he mentioned that if you were in jujutsu tech, they’d label you as a special grade sorcerer by now. Your accomplishments made him a cocky man since you’re the product of his teachings. The once weak girl, now able to fight strong curses and defend herself by using her cursed technique, all because of him. Words can’t describe how grateful you are for him.
You should’ve known better than to visit your family. It was too convenient that your parents, grandparents and siblings all fell ill recently. After you arrived and cleared the home of the cursed spirits, as well as the ones directly attached to your family members, they still shunned you, called you hurtful names and even threw water on you as you left. You’re a fool for believing they’d warm up to you after helping them. At this point, you have nobody to turn to besides Geto.
Heavy wind is all you can hear on the otherwise quiet streets of Tokyo. The night is peaceful, the exact opposite of what you’re feeling right now. Showing up unannounced to Geto’s home drenched in water is probably the last thing he expected to happen on this evening. He opened the door cautiously and when he notices that it’s you, he pulls you inside quickly. His hair is completely loose, not half up like it normally is and he’s dressed in his normal attire. “What’re you doing here at this hour?” When you pull out your phone, the time reads 9:37 PM. You feel bad for intruding but he’s all you have right now. “I went to see my family because I found out that they were sick. They still don’t accept me even after I rid them of the curses that inhabited the house and made them sick. They even threw water at me as I left. I didn’t know who else to turn to. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. This really isn’t your problem… I should get going.” You turn to leave, opening the door just enough to look outside before he slams it back shut. “Your apartment is far from here. I was just having some tea. Would you like some?” His voice is tender, it breaks the strong facade you’ve put on since you arrived. You turn around and face him, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him as tight as you possibly can. Tears stream down your face, onto his robe that’s already getting soaked because of your wet clothing. “What’s wrong with me Geto? Why won’t they accept me even after all of this time? It’s been like this since I’ve been a little girl and I’m so tired feeling this way.” He doesn’t respond, staying completely still besides a hand that caresses your hair. When you look up at him, he doesn’t look annoyed or like you’ve bothered him. For a moment, you’re given a glimpse of the soft nature he used to have. “You’re just different and they can’t comprehend it. Stay here and I’ll bring you something clean to wear after I get changed.”
The clothes sticking to your body are uncomfortable and you feel itchy as the fabric shifts with any movement. You decide to undress down to your underclothes even though they’re soaking wet as well. When Geto gets back, he’s in a fresh robe and you notice that he put his hair up, much to your dismay. He hands you what appears to be the same outfit he’s wearing, and takes your wet clothing before saying in a courteous manner, “I’m going to go put these to wash and dry. Get changed in the meantime.” Since he’s putting them to dry anyway, you figure it won’t hurt to ask, “Can you show me the way? All of my clothes are wet. Including these.” You pull your underwear strap and look at him with a fake smile to hide how weird you feel boldly letting him know such a thing. He chuckles and signals for you to follow him. His laundry room is nice and thankfully has a door so that you can change without him seeing. He puts your wet clothing in the wash, adding some detergent and fabric softener before leaving. After peeling off your bra and underwear, you put them into the washer and set it to begin before changing into the robe and pants he provided you with. They’re both awfully large on you so you ditch the pants, figuring that the robe will suffice as a dress until your clothes are ready.
“Ta-Da! It’s not my size so don’t make fun. I left the pants folded because they don’t necessarily fit.” Geto’s sitting on the floor, sipping tea while reading a book. “It was that or my old jujutsu tech uniform which I doubt you’d want to wear.” You let out a soft laugh, more like a puff of air and sit down. There’s a cup of tea opposite from him that he made for you. It smells like chamomile, your favorite. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, it burns going down but your body is still freezing so you don’t mind. The lack of socks and underclothes underneath the robe surely isn’t helping either, but you’re happy that he didn’t let you walk out earlier. “Thank you for the tea and for letting me in.” Geto briefly takes his face out of his book, giving you a nod and a smile before going back to reading. After drinking all of your tea, you scoot over next to him and try to end the silence, “What’re you reading?” He closes his book and sets it aside along with his empty cup. “I’m just doing some research. Are you cold? I can make you more tea or set the thermostat higher.” Yes, you’re cold but at the moment you have an urge to ask about the changes he’s had recently. “I’m still a bit chilly but it’s okay. I’ve been meaning to ask you why you seem so different lately. You know you can talk to me right?” You lean your head against his shoulder and fidget with your fingers while waiting for his answer. “I’ve been bothered by how sorcerers and people who can see curses are treated. I guess you can say it takes a toll after seeing it happen so frequently.” You feel like he’s saying this to comfort you but Geto always speaks with meaning. He’s not one to say things purely to make someone feel better. “Hmmm, so Suguru Geto has a heart behind his seriousness after all.” He wraps both arms around your waist and swiftly pulls you into his lap, laying his head against your back. “I guess you can put it that way.”
You let Geto rest his head against you for what feels like eternity, not knowing what else to do at the unexpected gesture. He holds you close and after time passes by, you’re becoming more comfortable being embraced by him. You unwrap his hands from your waist and turn around to face him. You’ve never been this close to him before, your body feels freezing and warm all at once. Without second guessing yourself, you smash your lips against his fervently. Much to your surprise, he leans in, deepening the kiss even more. With one hand on the back of your head, and the other rested on your neck, he slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes of chamomile tea with a tinge of honey, and his tongue doesn’t dominate yours, instead letting you set the pace. The rhythm that your tongues dance in is heavenly but you break off the kiss to disrobe, leaving you completely naked before questioning if you took this too far without considering if he’s comfortable with this.
Geto stands up and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom where he lets you down and corners you between both of his arms. Before he can go in for another kiss, you undo his hair and let it down again because it’s quite flattering on him. You pepper kisses to his ear, down to his jawline. Fully naked and the only thing in his line of sight, you undo his robe and let it fall to the ground, revealing his chiseled chest and toned stomach. You trace your fingers over his abs and down to his boxers where you palm his half hard cock.
Geto looks down at you in surprise when you drop to your knees and slowly pull his boxers down whilst littering him in kisses from his navel to his cock. You don’t fully understand why you’ve allowed this to happen but the lust in the air is thick and you’ve daydreamed about him too many times pass up this opportunity. You gather a bead of saliva on the tip of your tongue and roll it down your lips, onto his length. The sheer size of him is enough to make you gulp and internally pray for your throat. Sticking your tongue out, you take in as much of him as you can before closing your mouth around his length. When you begin to bob your head, you hear hitched breaths come from him and it’s enough motivation for you to speed up.
You quickly learn that Geto’s cock isn’t going to fit in your mouth without some assistance. He notices your struggle but let’s you suck him off to your desire while pumping the rest of his length with your hands. At first, you thought you weren’t pleasing him until you notice his clenched fist and feel his hand on the back of your head that tenses up when you swirl your tongue on the underside of his length. Arousal pools between your legs when you look up and see him biting his lip, long hair flowing down in a style that you hope to see more often. Too caught up with how handsome he looks from where you’re at, you somehow manage to take him fully into your throat with only teary eyes as a consequence. When your gaze locks with his, your seduction proves too much for him and he pulls you off of his length. “Come here.” His voice is laced with desire, a tone that you’ve never heard from him before.
You two eagerly shuffle over to the bed where you land face first onto his satin sheets, courtesy of his big body behind you. Geto wastes no time pressing two fingers into your cunt. “So wet already,” he mumbles before spreading both of your ass cheeks with his hands and diving his tongue into your heat. Your hands grab at the sheets desperately while you hold back your moans. You never would’ve guessed that this moment would be anything more than one of the thoughts that ran through your mind whenever you thought of him. His tongue laps at your pussy earnestly, coating himself in your essence and not letting a single drop of your slick go to waste. Your clit brushes against the bed just enough to tease your clit, making you buck your hips further against him for more of that sweet friction. You can easily cum in this position if he continues but he has no intention on letting you unless it’s around his cock.
Lifting yourself up from laying on your stomach, you position yourself ass up as Geto lines himself up with your entrance. Your head feels like it’s running a thousand miles per minute, perhaps this is all happening too quickly but you’re enjoying every second of it. You look back at him for a moment, he looks focused while inching into you. The pleasant stretch of his cock is electrifying, you arch your back deeper and hiss at the sting. He’s rubbing circles into your back with one hand, the other gently rocking you against him. When your hand goes to toy with your clit, he firmly catches your wrist and pulls it away. Whining at him denying your orgasm, he pulls your back flush against his chest. “Easy now. I’ll reward you for your patience.”
Being pressed directly against him while he pistons into you feels like a dream. He sets the perfect pace, allowing you to enjoy every drag of his cock without overwhelming you. By the sounds of his deep grunts and groans, you guess he’s enjoying this too. When his thick fingers find their way to your neglected clit, you let out a moan of relief and he holds you tighter with his other hand. His grip on you is iron clad, you can’t move out of this position even if you tried. His hair cascades over your shoulder, tickling you and making you feel more sensitive to touch. The coil in your stomach is on the brink of snapping and he knows by the way you throw your head back aimlessly and moan out his name. His grip around your torso moves slightly up so that he can squeeze one of your nipples. All of the sensations flooding your body make your orgasm hit you all at once, so strong that it clouds your vision. You scream out an incoherent slur of praise and profanities, cursing him to hell and back for providing you with pleasure you’ve never felt so intensely before. As you ride out your orgasm, he thrusts into you slowly, still working on your clit but gently now, just to bask in the mewls and moans that are a result of him. Out of breath and wishing you could taste his lips against yours, you practically beg, “I want to see your face.”
Strong arms help you effortlessly off the bed before he lays down on his back against the headboard. Even though you’ve felt him buried into you, you can’t help but blush at the sight of him with his hard cock on display, basically calling for you to take a seat on it. Geto looks so confident, arms clutched behind his head while he waits for you to take the lead. You climb onto his lap and pull him into a sloppy kiss that doesn’t last long because you’re too eager to have him back inside you. Grasping his cock, you line it up with your entrance and sink down quickly. Feeling stuffed, you let out a pleased sigh at the delightful intrusion. You gently sway up and down his cock while he watches you in amusement. Your plump breast bounce with every movement, he’s almost getting off by the sight of you alone. As your legs begin to tremble and burn, you bite your bottom lip and rock against him harder. Your calves are screaming for you to stop, but you ignore the growing ache and lift yourself completely off of his length before slamming against his hips again. Tight walls spasm around his cock and you scream out at the delicious feeling of him rummaging through you. He unclutches his arms from behind his head and grabs handfuls of your ass, taking over while you lean forward against him and let him use you as a cocksleeve. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face between your breasts as you both fill the room with moans. “It’ll be fun keeping you around.” His words knock you out of your stupor, not understanding the meaning behind them. Before you can question him, he ceases his thrusts with your cunt locked around his cock to the hilt. Geto looks up at you while suckling on one of your nipples as he releases hot ropes of cum. You grind your hips against him, squeezing every drop spurting into your plush walls. He doesn’t try to pull you off of him, instead the two of you make out fiercely in a manner more aggressive than any other exchange that occurred this entire night.
After freshening up, you realize you never moved your clothing to the dryers. You tip toe from the shower to the laundry room and bump right into Geto. “Y/N, I just put your clothes in the dryer. Are you alright?” He sounds unaffected by everything that just happened but your face wears a blush that won’t go away. You ponder, “Thanks. When we were… you said that it’ll be fun keeping me around. What did you mean by that?” He brushes past you, grabbing your wrist in the process and the two of you go to the kitchen. The room is eerily quiet while he prepares something light for you two to eat. Over the course of an hour, he tells you about his plan to change the world. You’re dumbfounded the entire time but it all makes sense since he’s definitely been acting odd for a while now. Though you probably should run and never look back because this plan sounds dangerous, you find yourself empathizing with the man who has good intentions with a bad strategic method of organizing the perfect world. Him comforting you after you came here crying, and the phenomenal dick he provided is enough to make you stay by his side. After all, he is the one who saved you, taught you how to exorcise curses and conditioned your cursed technique. In a way, you feel obligated to save him if he needs it, considering that he’s done the same for you. Little do you know, this is all a part of his elaborate plan to use you to his advantage. From releasing curses in your childhood home and making sure they attach themselves to each of your family members, having word get to you knowing that you’d run to help the family that’ll still despise you, and putting you in a situation to come directly to him when you feel alone, you’re just another toy in his tool box that’ll execute his plans exactly how he tells you to.
⤷ featuring : geto suguru (mentions of gojo satoru, ieiri shoko and nanami kento)
⤷ warnings : major jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers and a bit of angst
⤷ form : imagine
⤷ published : 19 march
⤷ pronouns : not mentioned
⤷ word count : 0.7k
⤷ request : Hehyehye, can i request an imagine with a female reader; where she’s Geto’s girlfriend/classmate and they’re spending their last moments together before he ends up leaving (after Geto is charged with his crimes)
⤷ barista’s notes : let me admit, i’ve been hating the layouts of my writing but i have no idea how to like ‘solve it’ anyways, watch me scroll on pinterest for hours to see how i can fix this feeling ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i don’t think i’m really good with angst writing but that’s just my opinion….
It seemed to be a bit too quiet.
Too quiet for Suguru’s liking, but what can he do when it was 2 am in the morning.
Softly twirling the ends of your hair, Suguru couldn’t help but begin to admire the shine of the strands before his eyes slowly shift from the strand of your hair to your eyelashes before moving to the apple of your cheeks that were still flushed with a rose hue, ending his journey to your lips that were a little chapped, making him remember how you would alway apply a layer of your favourite chapstick since you hated the feeling of your lips being dry, yet he didn’t mind at all. For some strange reason, Suguru didn’t mind your chapped lips since he knew he was the one to moisturise them the second his lips met yours, but secretly he also did enjoy the taste of the artificial sweetness that came along with the product.
However, right now, Suguru’s body felt the heaviest it has ever been causing him to force himself to balance on his arm since he didn’t want to crush you with his body, worried that he could hurt you like he did with his parents just a few hours ago. Even though he knew that you wouldn’t mind his body on top of yours like you have experienced throughout the time of your intimate relationship, Suguru couldn’t help but believe that this weight he was experiencing will crush you the second he let loose.
“You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met right?” Suguru whispered as he let your hair slip from his grasp. “You are so beautiful that I want to take you with me,” he continued before wrapping his arms around your bare body, making you unconsciously sign at the warmth that was comforting you right now as you snuggled against his naked chest, feeling the way your legs tangled with each other, as if you were savouring this moment.
“But I can’t do that, because who is going to take care of Satoru and Shoko if I’m gone,” Suguru mentioned as he began to recall all the times where you put your classmates in place even though you were the youngest out of all of them. “How are you going to take care of Nanami if I take you with me?” Suguru questioned again, yet this time it seemed as if he was asking himself this.
Gently placing a light kiss on your temple before resting his forehead, Suguru felt a single tear drop from his eye to your cheek.
Suguru wasn’t scared about the path he had chosen to walk on, nor he was scared about the consequences of his actions. Suguru was scared of leaving you alone.
He wasn’t stupid. Suguru knows you can defend yourself and how to fight - you were a sorcerer after all like him - but there was still a part of him where he was afraid that you were going to fall into the hands of those ‘monkeys’ that he once vowed to protect. He didn’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world to survive for yourself. He wanted to convince you to follow him, so he could protect you and continue this love that connected you both heart to heart and soul to soul.
Suguru wanted to make his vision of this relationship come true, he wanted to live with you, marry you, have children with you.
Even the simple things he wanted.
He wanted to stay by your side. He wanted to hold you whenever he wanted. He wanted to kiss you, love you, even breathe the same air as you.
Suguru wanted nothing more but to have you.
He wanted nothing but to have a normal life with you like you had mentioned to him when you both snuck out of your dorms one night to have a weird timing picnic - he still recalls the scolding you both received from your teacher Yaga when he found you both sleeping outside since you were both late for class.
But he knew that he couldn’t and this was the one time he couldn’t let his selfishness control his actions.
Stroking the apple of your cheek, Suguru couldn’t help but smile with glassy eyes once he got a full view of you resting in his arms while your arms tight around him, keeping him from moving away even when he needed to leave you so soon.
“I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Suguru pleaded before tightening his hold, nervous of the days where he was never going to be by your side again.
⤷ request : good day, I’d like to order a classic black coffee if that’s alright? Though my order might be a bit specific. I was wondering how Megumi would react upon his s/o standing next to him, brushing their teeth with a flashing, LED electric toothbrush- cause yes, yes, that is my toothbrush. So it’s a bit of a disco toothbrush if you will so. I personally don’t mind if it’s an imagine or headcanons, you could go with either what you feel like more. As for the reader, gender neutral please. Maybe you’ll decide to pick up this order, thank you for your time
⤷ barista’s notes : ummm so i have another movie ticket to the jjk 0 movie because it was so so good but i hate the fact that i know i will probably get an ‘after movie headache’ which i hate so much ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ
“You know you have to brush your teeth right?”
Opening your eyes, you slowly turn your head away from the dog’s fur that was engulfing your face to view your boyfriend staring down at you with an indifferent look on his face, yet when you stared into his eyes, you could tell from a little shine that he adored the sight that was in front of him right now.
At this current moment in time, you were comfortably laying on his bed with his two dogs cuddling up next to you, with the black dog’s head resting on top of yours and the white one laying on your legs covering them like a weighted blanket.
Groaning, you turned on your back causing the pups to whine slightly before getting comfortable again as they thought you weren’t going to obey their owner.
“Yeah, I know,” you replied before using your hand to rub the black dog’s head as you began to sit up, leading the dogs to whine a bit more since they didn’t want you to leave.
“She’s going to come back soon, quit being clingy,” Megumi commented before rubbing the white dog’s head as a way to reassure that he was not lying to them, resulting in the dogs slowly accepting the fact that you were going to be gone in a few minutes.
Carefully moving your legs, you made sure the white divine dog was okay before standing up to follow your boyfriend to the bathroom - knowing that the dogs later will follow you both and just sit peacefully behind or beside you both.
Walking up to the counter, you grabbed your wash bag that was relaxing on the side before unzipping it to take out a container that contained your toothbrush. You knew Megumi had a lot of spare things around his dorm room for you, but you knew that he loved doing skincare with you, so you just grabbed anything you needed anyway to minimalise the waste and space used - you just felt a little guilty having to take up space from his room that he could use.
Although it seemed like you were peacefully enjoying the calm moment, Megumi seemed to want to break that silence once he noticed that your toothbrush looked a bit transparent in some areas. However, he decided to leave it for the time being.
Turning on the tap, you quickly wet your toothbrush before adding a considerable amount of toothpaste before beginning to brush your teeth, causing Megumu’s decision to leave the tranquil moment once the lights and music began to play.
“What is that?” Megumi asked with a judgmental look before you peered at him in the mirror, causing you to cover your mouth as you giggled at the look on his face.
“It’s a toothbrush,” you said with a bit of struggle before spitting out the foam that accumulated from the brushing.
“That is not a toothbrush love,” Megumi mentioned as he squeezed the toothpaste bottle to place some on the bristles of this brush.
“It is!” you protested before turning the device off. “It’s quite good when we might have a power outage since it would be a good source of light.”
Glancing at you in the mirror, Megumi couldn’t help but let the corner of his lips curl up as he continued to admire you as you explained your reasoning on having a disco toothbrush.
“But wouldn’t the song start to annoy you?” Megumi questioned with a mumble as he, once again, faced forward to continue brushing his teeth, leaving you to answer his question with indecisiveness as you began to weigh the pros and cons to his question.
Even though Megumi knew that a high school student having a disco toothbrush was kind of silly, he liked that he learnt this little fact about you. Something that you weren’t shy of showing to him and even if it was something small, he was eternally grateful that you were so comfortable around him.
Spitting out the contents from his mouth, Megumu quickly swirled around some mouthwash while you did the same before taking a swig of water to fully cleanse the contents on your mouth. After making sure you had finished your routine, Megumi couldn’t help but poke your cheek the second you faced the mirror, causing a surprised look to appear on your face before turning your head to look at your boyfriend.
“Silly idiot,” Megumi randomly commented, before quickly taking your hand in a tight gasp as he began to drag you back to his bed, ready to end the day after seeing another adorable side to you.
