Summary: You go to a fancy dinner party at your best friend’s behest only to realize it’s not your normal dinner party. It’s an engagement where very wealthy find other who match their more… carnal sexual desires. With the promise of fancy rich people food you press on only to meet the serious yet charming Kento Nanami whose motivations for attending the soiree are similar to yours. However a night of good company and conversation leads to much, much more.
Warnings: Porn with plot, NSFW, Minors do not interact, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, blowjobs, dom/sub dynamics, service dom Nanami, a sub who’s a pleaser
A/N: Alright, I know I said Nanami was going to get a Pride and Prejudice series but I’m a slut so this is what happened instead. I also said that I would never put out a series before I finished it again… but I’m a liar too so here we are. This series keeps going as long as you all keep engaging with it. So if you want a part 2 speak up!
It started out as a joke. It all started as something you and a friend were doing in jest. You didn’t have anything else to do, so you figured what the hell when a mutual friend invited you to a dinner party for the very wealthy. Your friend, Kat, was calling it kinky speed dating. Apparently rich people usually used these parties to hook up, so it was a chance to meet people who were into various things, everything from men who liked to be dominated, to women who could send ping pong balls across the room without using their hands. It was a Saturday night, you were freshly unemployed and you had very little to lose. At the very least, it would be a free meal and a story to tell later.
Oddly enough it was a pretty fancy event. It gave you a reason to wear that dress at the back of your closet that you bought on a whim only to realize it was too fancy to just wear out. It was black and the plunging neckline was deep enough to show off your cleavage but still get away with wearing a bra. You wore pumps by necessity, the dress was just too long not to wear heels.
“Damn, you look good,” Kat said when she came to pick you up.
You looked at her, she too wore black, but her dress was strapless, and made her tall figure look even more voluptuous, “You too. Are you actually taking this thing seriously?”
She shrugged, “I’m hoping I’ll run into a pay pig.”
You nodded slowly, “I’m just hoping for a nice meal, that’s it.”
“You better pray for a pay pig too,” she said as you locked your apartment door. You huffed a rueful laugh. Maybe she was right. You weren’t overly worried about your jobless state. You had a good resume and a degree in a great field. You would find work. You just didn’t want to deal with the daily BS of a 9 to 5. At the end of the day, you simply did not dream of labor.
The venue was nice, nicer than you expected. Almost… too nice. You’d been expecting an average person’s fancy meet up, this seemed like a big deal. You were happy that you overdressed. It was well lit inside, which was surprising until you signed a Non Disclosure Agreement. So there were people with reputations in here, the kind of people who would pay a pretty penny to be sure no one breathed a word of this meeting. Some small worried part of your brain wondered if this might be a set up. You stuck close to your friend as she ventured towards the bar, where there were a few bartenders serving up drinks.
“Open bar,” Kat mused as you both stood there, “They got money, money.”
“Mmhm, so have some decorum for once in your life. At least until I eat some rich people food.”
Your mutual friend came over, her eyes were wide with excitement upon seeing the two of you there. She gave you both name tags and a tablet with a questionnaire on it. You sipped your mixed drink while you looked over the paper.
“So glad you two could make it. You two even out our numbers. We had a few last minute cancellations, so you’re really saving my ass here,” she said.
“No prob, Ness. When is food happening? If there’s no food, I’m out.”
“There is food. I’ll send a waiter right over with some hors d'oeuvres for you two. Once you fill out your questionnaire you’ll be matched with someone who you’re most compatible with. You’ll have dinner with them.”
You looked at the screen as you sipped more of your drink, only to nearly choke at the first question: During sex do you find yourself in a leading or following role?
“Straight to the point isn’t it?”
“The people here have very specific tastes,” Ness said, “Look, you don’t have to go home with anyone, you can dine and dash for all I care. Just have dinner.”
You nodded emphatically, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You filled out the questionnaire, had a few hors d'oeuvres and bided your time. Before long your tablet dinged with a message. It gave you a table to go to. The large room, you realized, acted more as a foyer and you followed the flow of people going to the back towards a hallway. You found your room first. There was a set of four tables in the room, and you noticed the table with your number on it and sat down. The questionnaire wasn’t all about bedroom stuff, there was a good amount of personality based questions so you might just get along with the person you were paired with, at least you’d get along long enough to enjoy dinner. You heard the door open again and another set of people came in. You didn’t turn to see who. It was obvious that the whole point of this setup was to keep things as private as possible. There were dark heavy looking curtains separating each table. to help with privacy. However you looked up immediately when someone came towards your table. He was tall; you noticed that first. You had to crane your head all the way back to look at him. Next he was… broad, probably fit. His shoulders were just something else to look at. Match that with the way his waist nipped in and you realized just how fit he must be underneath that suit. The suit was nice, well-fitted, in fact it was perfect. Almost as perfect as his neatly combed and gelled blond hair. Not a hair out of place, or a wrinkle on his clothes to be found. What a perfectly put together man. He pulled out his chair and sat across from you revealing a face that was more than just handsome but truly visually interesting. He had high sharp cheekbones that hollowed his cheeks quite a bit. His eyes studied you with similar appraisal, even if they looked subtly tired. You might have said bored, if his gaze wasn’t dancing over your form with obvious interest. No, the man in front of you was not bored, not in the least. You wondered if he worked on weekends.
“Hello,” he said politely, “Y/N L/N?” He extended his hand to you.
That was a part of the survey, “Yes, and you are Kento Nanami.” You said his whole name as you put your hand in his, expecting a handshake. Instead he took your hand and kissed your knuckles like you were some kind of beautiful young maiden on the village square. It seemed far more gentlemanly than you expected from a man in this crowd. Your whole face went hot at the gesture.
“I am. You’ll have to excuse me saying it, but you don’t seem like the type to seek out these kinds of parties.”
“What gave me away?” you chuckled.
“Your answers,” he said, holding up the tablet with one hand. You could hardly believe it was the same model they gave you. His hands made it look much smaller. You turned to your own tablet that you’d discarded on the table without another thought.
“Wait, I could have seen your answers?”
He nodded, “So what are you here for, if not the theme of this gathering.”
“Honestly?”
“I do appreciate honesty.”
“Well then, my friend promised me a great meal if I came to this thing. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but my primary motivation is the food.”
“Then we are the same,” he sat back in his chair, obviously pleased by this discovery.
The serious way in which he announced this made you smile, “You’re here for the food too?”
“Yes, a… friend of mine said there would be great food, and he promised to leave me alone about my sex life if I came here.”
“Either you despise this friend of yours, or he’s your best friend,” you laughed.
“Two things can be true at once.”
His answer made you laugh again. Despite his serious disposition, you could tell he meant to make you laugh. There was a sense of satisfaction in his gaze as he regarded your laughter. He had such warm brown eyes, especially for a man with such a serious appearance.
“Okay, so what is it that we do while we wait for this ‘amazing food’,” you air quoted, “I imagine everyone else is talking about their questionnaire.”
“We can still do that. I have a few questions about your answers.”
“Oh?”
“Mmhm,” he picked up the tablet and read off one of your answers, “You said that you simply did not dream of labor.”
“I don’t. I’m good at a lot of things, but I have no real desire to exploit my talents for this capitalist hellscape we live in.”
He hummed, “And what do you do for money?”
“Until very recently? I was a columnist.”
“Did you quit or get fired?”
“Fired. My boss and I didn’t get along. We just couldn’t seem to see eye to eye. He kept looking everywhere but my eyes, you know?”
“And you were fired because?”
“Because I made a complaint… well not officially. Talent reviews came around after I made my complaint and suddenly I wasn’t a team player.”
Nanami nodded slowly, “You might have a case there. Lawsuits like that are pretty easy to win if you’ve got proof of a timeline.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Funny you should say that. I’ve got a folder on my desktop full of screenshots of inappropriate behavior. So what are you, a lawyer?”
He nodded, “I know someone who specializes in cases like yours. She’s young but she’s great at her job.”
“Interesting. I might need her number.” You looked down at his answers as they loaded on your tablet, “Alright, so to you, Mr. Nanami, you said that you called yourself a foodie. Does that just mean you like to eat?”
“I enjoy cooking as well, but it’s hard to rationalize spending much time on it when I’m only cooking for myself, though,” he shrugged.
“You look like a man with good taste, you’ve got to be able to make more than a simple alfredo.”
“You would be right. I’ve taken culinary classes. I’m a great cook. I’m best at Japanese cuisine, but I’m no stranger to Italian,” he said, obviously looking at your list of favorite foods. It was only now occurring to you that that question might have been kink related.
“I’m not picky about my carbs.”
“I have a weakness for carbs as well. Unfortunately I’m not the best baker, but I can make pasta.”
“I can bake,” you said matter-of-factly, “I bake better than I cook actually.”
He raised his eyebrows in an expression of true interest. It was different from the polite human interest he afforded. Now he seemed to be truly engaged.
“Waaait, the bread thing isn’t a kink is it?” you asked.
You actually made him laugh that time, “No, it’s not. I like bread in a very… non-sexual way.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could handle anyone using a loaf I spent forever kneading, and proofing for anything other than its intended purpose.”
“Already considering baking for me,” he teased.
Your face was on fire again, “Well, you seemed very interested. I figured I’d humor you for the sake of conversation.”
A waiter came by to set a bottle of wine on the table. It was your preferred flavor. Then they sat a glass closer to Nanami before he poured your glass. Once they left, you inquired about Nanami’s drink.
“Whiskey.”
“Ooo manly,” you cooed.
He hummed, “I’m not surprised by the dessert wine either.”
You supposed he had a point. You weren’t exactly breaking any stereotypes, “Alright, you got me there.”
Conversation was easy, easier than you ever found it with a man. Ironically, your problem with men was the way they could turn an innocent conversation sexual at the drop of a dime. Nanami was actively doing the opposite. In an environment where it was expected of the two of you to be talking about sex, the two of you were doing anything but. It was fun. You thought maybe he was having fun too. You talked easily as time passed. You playfully slid him the basket of fresh bread.
“Knock yourself out,” you smiled, “I had an ungodly amount of hors d'oeuvres.”
“Thank you. Are you always this generous?”
You shook your head, “No, not at all. I’m actually quite selfish when it comes to food. Consider yourself lucky. I guess I’m feeling grateful I was paired up with a charming dinner date. I was really ready to suffer in the name of fancy food and free drinks. Saying it out loud to someone who isn’t invested in convincing me to be here is revealing just how badly this could have gone for me.”
He nodded, “Yes, I have to say the same. I was ready to dodge some rabid woman’s ceaseless advances.”
You snorted, “Mmhm, you probably have to beat the ladies off of you with a stick. You walk in with your nice suit and your shiny cufflinks, without a hair out of place, I can only imagine the kind of attention you get.”
He paused in the middle of chewing to narrow his eyes at you. You smiled at his skepticism. You were finding that you were actually a little bit curious about his other answers, the ones you couldn’t spin in an innocent direction.
“The audacity of you, Mr. Nanami,” you teased with a smile, “Acting like we don’t know about the other answers on this survey.”
“I thought we were here for the food,” he said when his mouth wasn’t full anymore.
You shrugged, “What can I say, you charmed me. We can at least talk about the other things, you know if you want. If not, it’s no big deal.”
He paused thinking it over, “What answer caught your eye?”
Your answering grin almost hurt your cheeks, “Spanking. You weren’t very specific. Are we talking, belts, crops, floggers-”
“Open palm. I prefer open palm.”
“Me too,” you breathed.
“Mmhm, it’s almost as if this was a compatibility test,” He said before tearing off another piece of bread to eat.
“Well there are things I said nothing about. Like ropes. I said absolutely nothing about them.”
“But you didn’t say no to them, that would be a talking point.”
“Oh… well then, not off the bat, but maybe after some trust was built I might be open to trying things like that. I actually… don’t see anything here that I wouldn’t be open to trying. Possible punishment… multiple orgasms? Sir, is this really a punishment?”
“Trust me, it can be.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, still skeptical, “If you say so, I know what punishment I’d want.”
He only smiled in response. You continued to carry the conversation while Nanami enjoyed the bread. Drinking loosened your tongue a bit, until you were no longer shy to talk about things on your own list.
“I think I might like to be choked, as long as you don’t surprise me with it. I had a guy go straight to that out of nowhere.”
“Horrifying.”
“Very. I saw my life flash before my eyes. But I lived to tell the tale.”
“You know, I can’t decide if coming to this thing for free food is admirable or stupid on you part.”
“I didn’t put down a degradation kink,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t mean to offend,” he chuckled, “but these things could be dangerous for a woman… specifically a non dominant woman.”
“Well, every interaction with a man is dangerous when you’re a woman. At least I get fancy food out of this interaction.”
“Hm, you’re right. So it’s admirable. For the record, I don’t enjoy doing anything my partner hasn’t given me explicit consent to do,” he said seriously.
“I see that,” you nodded, but you gave him a little smile, “you have non-consent as a hard no.”
He returned your expression, “You do too.”
You wrinkled your nose, “It’s almost like it was a compatibility test.”
Conversation was a bit sparse as the main course came and you were allowed a moment to think things over. Were you really thinking about this? Maybe just for a night. He was handsomeand sweet in a very deadpan way. There was just something about him that you liked. It was probably the most you ever laughed on a date. You told him about Kat and how she talked you into this situation and he told you about his friend, Gojo, when a particularly loud laugh interrupted the relatively dull roar of conversations. There were curtains on either side of you, so you couldn’t see the other tables, but when he heard the laugh he sighed.
“That’s my friend.”
“Well he sounds like he’s having a great time.”
“He’s probably laughing at his own joke.”
You snorted, before devolving into giggles, “Do you really think?”
“Oh I know.”
“I laugh at my own jokes all the time. I think I’m hilarious.”
“I actually believe that you’re funny. He is not.”
“Mm, so what happens now. Dessert?” You asked.
“… There is an actual dessert, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Mmhm, ugh after eating all of this I’m going to be useless. Do other people take their matches home after all this? I think I’d get a stomach cramp.”
“Some people are into that kind of thing,” he said dryly.
You looked at him, narrowed your eyes and then slowly turned your gaze to the tablet as if you were checking his answers to see if he was one of those people. He laughed at that.
“I’m not one of those people. If I’m honest, I just thought we would exchange numbers.”
“That works for me.”
“What are you doing next weekend?”
“I’m free Friday and Saturday. Take out your phone. I’ll give you my number. You can give me the details.”
“Excellent.”
~
Kat was over the moon about the fact that your night ended in you getting someone’s number. She went home with the guy she met and spent all of Sunday brunch singing his praises. She wasn’t sure if she’d see him again, but you could kinda tell she was hoping she did. Still she was more excited that you were meeting up with Nanami.
“I didn’t even know dates were on the table!” Kat exclaimed.
“Did you ask?”
“…No. The man was drop dead gorgeous. I was just trying to get in his pants.”
“Well my match was a proper gentleman… who was also there for the food, but we hit it off. He’s taking me to a gallery.”
“Bitch, if you just found your soulmate Ness is going to demand to be maid of honor at your wedding.”
“Katrina, it is one date. Damn, aren’t we getting just a little ahead of ourselves?”
“Oh come on, it’s a little romantic isn’t it?”
“I’m just hoping to maybe get my back blown out one good time. Anything that happens after that is just a plus.”
The gallery was a new art installation, neutral ground for the two of you to meet and decide once and for all if the chemistry you had at that party was still there. The two of you texted a bit in between then and now and the vibes were still good, Nanami was just a busy man and he couldn’t be on the phone with you all the time, though his response times after work were promising, up until like ten when you were sure that he went to sleep. He seemed to have old man tendencies, which you loved. You couldn’t be bothered to stay up all night with anyone and you weren’t even that old. To be fair neither was Nanami but it seemed like you both had old people tendencies despite your age.
“So you write?” Nanami said.
“I write, but I always thought I’d write fiction… not use my imagination to fuel the machine you know? They say I’m a good columnist, but I don’t think I’m anything special. I’m more proud of my fiction.”
“I’d say you’re a brilliant columnist.”
You glanced away from the statue in front of you to look up at him, “You read my work?”
“I was curious. I like to see things for myself, and I am determined that no agency in their right mind would get rid of you from a talent standpoint.”
“Right, because you told me I had a case.”
“Mmhm, and I believe it more after reading your work.”
You hummed, stopping to study the lithe form of a woman shrouded in a veil that looked so real you almost forgot it was all marble. It was such a beautiful piece.
“Well thank you. How about you, did you always dream of being a lawyer?”
He shrugged. “I’m good at it. If I have to do something, I would rather do what suits me. And the pay is good.”
“Hm, prosecutor or defense?”
“Defense. I hate working with cops.” He said the last sentence with so much conviction you could only guess that there was a story there. You found that you quite liked pulling Nanami’s stories out of him. He wasn’t of the natural disposition to spend a very long time talking about himself. However, with the proper motivation you found that you could get him talking.
“That’s what I’m talking about. See? I knew I liked you.” You laughed.
He scoffed, but seemed pleased by your approval nonetheless. He looked away from you to study another sculpture giving you a chance to study him a bit. Did he have any idea how his jawline put the carved marble around you to shame. Michelangelo, himself, would have taken Nanami as his muse. His bone structure was just a thing of beauty. It was almost rude to the art to have him walking about flaunting his perfection like that. You wondered if he was a bottle blond and if you’d be disappointed or impressed if he was. Blond was a bold voluntary choice, you were sure that his hair’s lightness sharpened his features even more. It was a striking look, but you supposed even if it was natural it took a good eye for style to know to leave well enough alone.
“So you’re a lawyer with an eye for art, good food, and you’re single how?” you struck up conversation again as you stood in front of a tall abstract piece.
He shrugged, “The process of dating is tedious and I’m picky.”
You understood that well enough. You’d been single for some time all because you hated dating. You hated going out with men you didn’t really know and having them disappoint you even though you didn’t expect much to begin with. It was exhausting.
“If I’m honest, and I hope you won’t think ill of me for being straightforward, I don’t really have the time to maintain a solid relationship.”
“Mm, so what’s this date for,” you asked patiently.
“You can think about it as an… audition.”
“Ooh, you’re one of those,” you sighed. Your shoulders slumped a bit. This was the part of things where he disappointed you. Well, at least you got to see some nice art.
“What do you mean?”
“A ‘high-value’ alpha male. Are you about to ask me what I bring to the table?” You stopped walking, turning so that you were right in front of him and could look him in the eye. There was genuine confusion in his gaze as he looked down at you.
“That would be a stupid question. I asked you on the date… I’m not asking you to prove yourself that way… and that alpha male study on wolves was debunked years ago. Look, I value both of our time, so here is what I’m trying to figure out about you: I want to know if you’re the kind of woman who can handle a mutually beneficial relationships without emotional attachment… beyond a friendship.”
You blinked at him, “You’re looking for a friend with benefits?”
“I suppose, but I’d actually enjoy a friendship with you. Most engagements like that don’t actually involve much friendship despite the name”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “It’s like I made you in a lab.”
“So you’re looking for the same.”
You nodded before you turned on your heel to keep walking, “It’s going to sound complicated but… I always thought that if I could just find someone to exclusively have sex with, maybe cuddle on the weekends, and the two of us weren’t having sex with anyone else then I could be happy with that level of companionship. I like my personal space, and room to think. I’m kinda uninterested in the games people play with one another. What I’m saying is… I’ve been looking for a straightforward person.”
“Then our meeting was incredibly serendipitous.”
“Or maybe it was a very good compatibility test.”
“Maybe so… do you want to get out of here?”
You looked around the gallery as if you were really considering staying before answering, “Dunno, are we going to bang if we do?”
He pulled in a slow breath and took a moment to look playfully disappointed with you, before he answered, “Depends, do you have up to date STD and STI testing results.”
Your eyes widened and you slowly reached out to poke his chest, “God, you’re so lifelike. But you just don’t seem real.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“Good, very good, I got a check up when you scheduled this date… you know just in case. I’ve got my results on my phone. You?”
He nodded, “I got tested before I proposed the date. Let’s get out of here then.”
Nanami’s place made your apartment look like a run down hovel. The front lobby alone was something to marvel at, though you had sense enough not to gawk. You walked beside him, enjoying the companionable yet charged silence between the two of you. There was something… subtly intimidating about him. Maybe it was his comfort with silence and his lack of boasting. Any other man would be regalling you with information about how hard it was to get into a place like this, and how he made more than enough to support his lifestyle. In fact, another man might have told you right off the bat that he lived in a luxurious high rise. Nanami’s displays of wealth were far more subtle and not even displays. They were just a byproduct of him. His watch was shiny and deceptively simple. You’d dated a guy once who was really into watches and he used to lust over one watch, the one on Nanami’s wrist. It was a Tag Heuer- Carrera edition. It was a $4000 watch and it appeared to just be his everyday watch. Then there was his cologne. It was more apparent in the elevator now that you were standing so close to him in a closed area. It was intoxicating, masculine for sure, but more of a clean scent than anything. It was refreshing, with the light musk the many masculine fragrances had. It made you want to press your nose into his neck and get a big whiff.
You peered up at the climbing numbers, wondering just how high up the two of you were going to go. As it kept climbing you looked at Nanami only to realize he was looking straight at you. You raised an eyebrow in questioning.
“I’m trying to remember if I told you how beautiful you look tonight, but I can’t remember.”
Your face flushed, “Oh… um I think you did.”
“Hm, well it bears repeating. You are stunning. I like you in pearls.”
You were wearing a pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings that you won from Ness in a bet. It was perhaps the most expensive jewelry you owned, aside from a couple of things your grandmother gave to you before she passed. You touched the earrings trying to curb your own smile at his compliment.
“Thank you. You’re quite beautiful too,” you offered when you recovered enough to respond.
He scoffed, “Thank you.”
The elevator dinged and you didn’t get to look at the floor number before the door opened. You followed Nanami out into the quiet hallway. You looked around and noticed that the only other door on this side floor looked to be a fire exit and maybe a storage closet. He opened the door to his place and let you walk in first. You noticed the shoes at the doorway and took off your pumps at the door. It felt weird to even set your shoes next to what were probably thousand dollar dress shoes, but you tried not to dwell on it for long and just be glad that you decided to wear thigh highs with your dress. You hated the way tights could roll up on your stomach. It was aggravating to say the very least, so thigh highs and garters were your solution to that problem.
“Can I make you a drink?” he asked while you looked out on the far side of the… well penthouse. It was a penthouse with a view of the whole city through floor to ceiling windows. Well, you knew he had an eye for pleasing aesthetics.
“What do you have?” you asked, tearing your gaze from the view.
“Quite a bit, but you don’t strike me as someone with a taste for scotch.”
“You’re right about that. Any tequila?”
“Yes, actually. I’ve got all the ingredients for a tequila sunrise if that appeals to you.”
“Sounds great.”
The penthouse had an open design. It was a bachelor pad in the best possible way. It was clean, well put together and the simple yet well thought out design was refreshing to look at. His furniture was mostly neutral tones, with an obvious preference for shades of brown and cream together. There were pops of blue about and it was surprisingly complimentary. There was a bar that separated the kitchen and living room area. You took a seat and watched him discard his suit jacket on the back of the bar chair beside you before going behind the bar himself.
You took the chance to go through your phone and produce your clinic results. What better time to talk about your status than over drinks, right? You paused, watching him neatly fold his sleeves up until they were at his elbow, revealing strong forearms. It was hot. It was hotter than it had any right to be, especially paired with his waistcoat. The suit jacket was really hiding just how built he was.
He made your drink with expert precision that made you wonder if he’d ever worked at a bar before. You didn’t care to break the silence, or interrupt the view you had as he shook the orange juice and tequila mixture, seeing the subtle flex of the muscles in his forearms and the way his sleeves strained just a bit around his biceps. Why the hell did a lawyer need to be this fit?
“So clean you could eat off me,” you said when he stopped shaking the mixture, holding your phone out to him. He leaned in a bit more to look at the screen and you were immediately distracted by the sharp cut of his jawline. You could only imagine how good he’d look if you were on your knees. It was not often that you immediately jumped to being on your knees, but there was something about Nanami.
He set the cocktail shaker aside before grabbing his own phone to find his own results. He set it on the bar for you and you looked at the results, reading it over thoughtfully.
“Clean as a whistle I’d like to blow,” you winked at him as you caught his gaze.
He smirked, “I might take you up on that.” He focused on pouring grenadine into the bottom of the cup, which was a bit different than how you usually saw people do it. Next there was the ice, then the orange juice and tequila. He gave it a short stir, before setting the glass down on the bar in front of you.
He poured his own drink. It was some kind of brown liquor that he drank neat. You sipped at the drink he made for you and you were happy to say it was perfect.
“I know our first impressions of each other exposed us to move our… desires more than other people normally do, but for the first night let’s keep it simple.
“You mean vanilla?”
“I mean, we’ll find what we both like. Just feel it out.”
“This is still part of the audition, huh?” you teased.
“That was a poor choice of words on my part,” he chuckled, “But we’re just figuring out what works, but I have a good feeling about you.”
You cocked your head to one side, “What does that mean, Mr. Nanami?”
“I’m usually a good read of character, and I can tell that we’re going to get along just fine.”
“Right, that’s what makes you a good enough lawyer to afford a place like this.”
He shrugged, “It doesn’t hurt.” He took a sip and licked his lips absently. His lips were a pretty shade of pink, that you couldn’t wait to kiss.
“So, tell me this, Kento, in your plan for this thing,” you gestured between the two of you, “What’s on the table?”
“What are you interested in? I prefer to take the lead, only because I’m particular.”
“I like that, I’m indecisive. I don’t know where to start.”
“Oh? What are your options?” He asked, coming around the bar to sit beside you.
“Um, well… I’ve been thinking about you kissing me.”
“That’s chaste.”
You pouted, “Well I already said I wanted to blow you.”
“You did and I am okay with that, and you can have a kiss.”
“Just one?”
“As many as you want,” he indulged you, “I have things I’m interested in, and you can tell me what interests you out of that list.”
You brought your drink up to your lips for liquid courage and to help with the sudden dryness in your mouth, “Oh? Is it a long list?”
“Not terribly, at least, not in the case of foreplay. In general, the list is quite long,” he paused for a moment and you noticed him looking at you, “I’ll admit, I’ve been wanting to kiss you, and I do think you’d make a pretty picture on your knees, but I think the view from between your thighs might be better. Thigh highs? Did you mean to tease me?”
His eyes flicked down to your legs, and you knew that your dress rode up a bit to reveal a bit of your garters, “No, I don’t like tights.”
“Then an innocent choice,” he said, hooking his finger in the garter closest to him and snapping it lightly, “Well, when I’m done between your thighs, I want to take my time opening you up for me. I think I’ll make you cum on my fingers… if you’re alright with that.”
“I guess I can find it in my heart to agree to that,” you said blithely, as if it was really a hardship to agree to him eating you out and fingering you.
“So, we can move from the bar to my bedroom. You can get your kiss, I’d like you to sit on my lap for that, and I want to take my time touching every part of your body until I know it from muscle memory alone.”
“That sounds like teasing.”
“You like teasing,” he reminded you, “I do know what you’re into.”
“Did you memorize my answers?”
“I have a great memory.”
You drank the last of your tequila sunrise before turning to fully face Nanami, “To the bedroom then.”
He simply nodded standing and offering his hand as you hopped down from the barstool. He led you past the front room into a tucked away hallway with a couple of doors on either side. The last door he opened was the bedroom and it was a sizable room on the corner of the building, meaning the wrap-around view was breathtaking. He sat on bed first, which appeared much bigger than a normal king size and far more comfortable than you ever saw a man’s bed look. The man had decorative pillows for fuck’s sake. He pulled you with him gently, coaxing you into his lap. You put your knee down on the bed, and you straddled his lap. His hands slid up your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress so that you could settle in his lap easier. You let your hands rest on his shoulder. Seeing him even closer was somewhat overwhelming. His eyes were such a warm shade of brown, something about them made you a bit shy.
“Hi,” you breathed, when you realized you were just staring at him.
“Hello,” he gave your thighs a firm squeeze, “You’re even prettier up close.”
You bit your lip trying not to smile at his compliment. It wasn’t the first time a man complimented you for crying out loud, but the way he said it was just so genuine.
“Come here,” he pulled you in closer to him and you let your eyes flutter closed as you pressed your lips to his. Nanami was a great kisser, not at all hurried in his movements. He wasn’t over eager to get his tongue in your mouth, indulging you with sweet, chaste, lingering kisses before he ventured to deepening the kiss. By that point you were melting into him with the way his hands rubbed your thighs under the skirt of your dress. His hands were big, and warm, wrapping around the soft, pliant flesh of your thighs. He squeezed them at random intervals, as if he was simply relishing in the way they gave under his palms. His palms were smooth, soothing against the skin, easily coaxing you into relaxing even more under his touch. His tongue brushed against yours and you found yourself leaning into him for more. Your chest was pressed firmly against him and you began to rock subtly in his lap, adding to the ocean of sensations already flooding your body. You whined in his mouth when his hands went higher and he gripped your ass, pulling you against him firmly. He was encouraging you to keep grinding against him. The warmth in the pit of your stomach was blossoming lower, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You pulled away to breathe and he kissed your neck before speaking in your ear.
“Do you prefer to undress yourself, or shall I?”
“You do the honors,” you breathed. He took his hands from under your dress and you lamented the chill on your thighs that it left. But soon enough he was pulling down the zipper of your dress and his hands brushed against your skin as he pulled it over your head. You did spend an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear under your dress. Look you didn’t knowthat tonight would end this way, but you didn’t want to be caught slipping. The pretty blue set was as comfortable as it was sexy and you appreciated that Nanami pulled back to look at it, instead of just pulling it right off of you. He traced his fingers over the lace that trimmed the bra cups, and therefore over the soft skin of your breasts.
“Oh, you’re not a tease at all. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I try,” you breathed unabashedly.
He kissed your forehead and you thought you were going to lose your goddamn mind at such a tender moment.
“Can I do what I want now?” you asked.
“Hm, and what’s that?”
“You know,” you sighed.
He raised an eyebrow, “Refresh my memory.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You’re already doing that.”
“Kento,” you huffed and he didn’t seem like he was going to budge so you bit the bullet, “Let me suck you off.”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“I’m asking.”
“Then ask.”
“Can I please suck you off?”
He paused and you could tell he was deciding whether or not to give you a hard time, “If that’s what you want, let me get a pillow for your knees.”
“Oh, thank you.” You didn’t expect him to be so thoughtful. He leaned back to grab a decorative pillow to put on top of the plush rug beneath you. You got out of his lap slowly, and knelt between his long legs. You glanced up at him with wide eyes. The view was just as good as you expected. The sharp cut of his bone structure, matched with those warm brown eyes was scratching an itch in your brain unlike any other.
“Well, go on,” he encouraged. You looked down at his belt and set upon the task of undoing it. There was a bit of trepidation in your movements, anticipation made you anxious. It was an odd mix of emotions. His belt was made of soft yet sturdy leather and you spent no time appreciating it as the buckle came loose and you undid his pants. You didn’t care to get his pants all the way off. Instead, you just pulled him out. Sure he was probably going to have to get his expensive pants dry cleaned but you were sure he wouldn’t mine. He was half hard already, proving to be thick and more than a mouthful. You pressed his lips against the head to kiss it before. Letting it part your lips. Nanami gave a sharp exhale and you lifted your gaze to see him. You took your time, sucking the head and bobbing your head slowly. You could feel him growing in your mouth until he was fully erect. That’s when you lifted your hands to cover the rest of his length that you couldn’t get to.
“Mm, that’s amazing. Squeeze harder for me,” he breathed, his voice coming out a bit deeper than he’d spoken to you all night. You obeyed immediately, tightening your grip and sucking him harder. He groaned and his head lulled to one side. He brought his hand down and you expected him to try to push you down his length, something you weren’t the biggest fan of. You put a preemptive hand on his thigh only for him to simply stroke your cheek with a light touch.
“You’re already so good for me, so proud of you honey.”
Your eyes closed so he wouldn’t see the way your eyes rolled back in your head at his praise. Well if he was going to be like that, then maybe you would give it your all. You relaxed your throat and breathed through your nose as you took more of him in your mouth. As you built your pace the steady glug glug glug of your movements was joined by Nanami’s quiet moans as his hips canted up involuntarily to meet you.
“Just like that. Ah, you’re so good at that. Make me- Ugh make me cum. Be good and make me come.”
Your jaw ached a bit but you weren’t going to stop until you did as he said. From the way he groaned, you knew it wouldn’t take terribly long.
Just like you thought just a bit longer and he was coming. The taste of him was pretty mild which wasn’t surprising. He seemed like the kind of guy who drank a lot of water and a balanced diet.
You pulled back looking up at him as you wiped tears, from suppressing your gag reflex, off your cheeks. Nanami looked down at you, watching as you wiped your mouth with your hand.
“Aren’t you pretty?” He murmured, pressing a warm hand to your cheek. You leaned into his touch as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.
You squeezed your legs together.
“Bet you’re wet. Is that getting a little uncomfortable?”
You nodded.
“Do you want me to take care of you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Manners too, huh? I told you we are taking it slow. You don’t have to be so formal with me yet.” He spoke as he kept stroking your face. After another second he tucked himself away and pulled you to your feet. He told you how he wanted you.
You laid on your back with your legs spread wide. Your knees were bent so that your feet were flat on the bed. You were propped up on your elbows to see Nanami. His face was neutral yet his eyes were focused directly between your legs. All the while, his fingers hooked into his tie, loosening the knot until the fabric slipped off of his neck. He tossed it carelessly before moving on to unbuttoning his shirt. Maybe you should have been focusing on the carved muscle each undid button revealed, but your eyes focused on his hands instead, the precise and quick movements his fingers made to free himself of the garment. By the time you realized that he looked like a carved marble statue of some prolific god he was shrugging off the shirt entirely and you were looking at his lower stomach. His pants were still open so you were treated to the view of a sparse happy trail of light golden hair that caught the limited light of the room. He continued towards you gripping your calves and tugging you to the edge of the bed. You yelped a surprised sound at the quick movement as you fell on your back. You lifted your head again to see his amused smirk as he knelt down between your legs.
He kissed your inner thigh, leaving a trail up to the crotch of your underwear, and then turning to kiss a trail up your other thigh. The anticipation mounted and all you could do was watch. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Something had to give right? He couldn’t be handsome, rich, transparent, and give good head. There were too many good things back to back. What was the catch? His finger brushed against your clothed sex.
“I can already see how wet you are for me,” he murmured. His voice was beguiling in its calmness. You felt yourself sinking into it as he tugged your panties up to press against your more firmly.
“Did pleasing me make you all wet?”
“Yes, yes, sir.”
His eyebrow quirked up as he lifted his gaze from your sex to look you in the eye, “Are you calling me sir because you think I like it or because you like it?”
You blinked and realized what you just said. There was no judgment in his tone, it was an honest question. And it deserved an honest answer.
“I didn’t really think about it. I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“I asked if you liked it,” he pressed his thumb right against your clit. The pressure made your empty pussy clench.
You whined quietly, “I do. I like it.”
“Carry on then,” he said, looking back between your legs and freeing you from the spell of his eyes. He pressed an open mouth kiss against your sex. The warmth and wetness of his mouth slowly seeped through the fabric of your underwear. Then the stiff tip of his tongue traced the seam of your lips. You rolled your hips against his face.
“Please, sir,” you whimpered.
He pulled away and began to unclip your garters so he could pull off your panties. Notably he did not try to take off the thighs highs. He tossed your panties with the same carelessness as he did his own clothing. He had one point of focus and that was at your lightly glistening sex. He spread you open with his thumbs and you were half afraid he was going to do that god awful stiff tongue thing against your clit. But no, he opened his mouth and sealed it around your clit, gently sucking the little bud into his mouth. With each steady pulse, his tongue worried the sensitive bud. It was utterly disarming just how good he felt without much preamble. It never felt this good off the bat. No man ever found your clit so quickly or with such devastating precision. All you could do was gasp harshly and grip the bedding. He held you in place against his mouth as he licked and sucked against your sex. You felt very nearly paralyzed as pleasure washed over your body.
“Ah, sir, feels… feels so good.”
He sucked a bit harder as he pulled away, giving your clit a little kiss. He did it again for good measure before he started petting through your folds.
“That right? I can tell, you’re so wet for me, and I’ve bed barely even gotten to work on you.”
You threw an arm over your face trying to hide your bashfulness.
“Look at me,” he demanded. You moved your arm to do as he said.
“No need to be embarrassed. I like how you taste, I could spend all day like this,” he punctuated his sentence with another kiss before continuing, “I’m going to put a finger in. Relax, I want you to be good and ready for me.” He sealed his lips around your clit again then slid one finger inside of you. Nanami’s fingers were much longer and thicker than yours and he curved it just right so that he could feel for your g-spot. You moaned when he found that spongy place inside you that sent pure pleasure through your veins.
“Yes!” You whined, “right there.”
It felt like there was some other force behind the movement of your body. You couldn’t help writhing in ecstasy as you felt your pleasure rising to new heights. Through it al Nanami kept his mouth perfectly sealed against your clit, moving with you as you squirmed and shuddered. He added a second finger and you knew you were done for. His fingers moved firmly against that one spot. He wasn’t exactly rough, and it didn’t exactly hurt, it was just intense… and you knew what would happen if he kept at that. You could feel the quick curl of his fingers all the way in your lower stomach.
“Kento,” you breathed, hands going to bury your fingers in his hair. He hummed, an acknowledgement that you were talking to him and an added sensation between your legs. It made you gasp, before cursing, stuck between pulling him in closer and pushing him away. You didn’t think you were actually strong enough to push him away anyway.
“I’m gonna- ah Kento, I’m gonna ruin your fucking bedding,” you pushed the words out in a rush, looking down at him between your legs. He opened his eyes to meet your gaze, disrupting his look of utter peace, and raised an eyebrow at you, before he added a third finger and started going harder against your g-spot while sucking your clit.
It felt like he was literally pulling your orgasm out of you as you moaned unabashedly. When you came you threw your head back, arching against the intense sensation of pleasure as you felt yourself gush around his fingers. You couldn’t hear the deep satisfied sound that Nanami let out, because you were just too loud. He pulled away before you could get too sensitive. You relaxed against the bed, trying to catch your breath. All the while you stared unseeingly at the ceiling until Nanami was suddenly looming over you.
“Still with me, beautiful?”
“Yeah, still here. Fuck, that was too good. Way too good?”
“Hm, we’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours. Until then shall we continue?”
“Yes sir,” you breathed, finally cognizant enough to keep your gaze on him as he got off of the bed to go to the bedside table. It seemed like a bad time to consult with God about the beauty of his creations, but dammit this was unfair. Nanami stood, silhouetted by the cityscape with his pants open, shirtless grabbing a condom. His hair was slightly askew from your hands and you could see the flush in cheeks even in the limited light. There was something about disheveling such a put together man that made your blood run even hotter. Still, despite his outward appearance there was still something prim and proper about him. It was probably just the way he held himself, the confidence with which he moved, that still portrayed him as put together even when he held the foil wrapper in his teeth while he took off his pants. Then of course you were distracted once again by his dick.
You’d had your mouth all over it not too long ago, you knew it was big, not monstrous but enough to make you wonder if he really knew what he was doing. Honestly, if awful stroke game was the thing that was bad about him, you could handle that. That could be worked on. However, he strolled over to you casually, still holding the condom in his teeth and picked you up to arrange you differently in the bed. He really just put you at the head of the bed before climbing up himself. He knelt between your open legs for a moment then snagged a pillow to put under your hips. You just knew he was going to be stupid good at this part too.
He ripped the foil open with his teeth, before taking out the condom.
It occurred to you that you still had your bra on, “Should I keep this on?”
He glanced at you, “I like it. You went through the trouble of dressing up for me, I wanna fuck you in your little set.”
The man was a menace you realized. That was the catch. He was going to make you lose your goddamn mind.
“Are you alright?” he asked at your prolonged silence.
“Pinch me, I need to be sure I’m not dreaming.”
He chuckled before pinching your thigh lightly, “Careful, I’m susceptible to flattery too. You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, sweet thing?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed a pleased sound before he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, moving slowly so as not to hurt you. Your brow furrowed at the intrusion but not because of pain, no far from it. Every passing inch of him felt better than the last, and your heart rate was quickly mounting. You kept your eyes on him, taking in the way the tension in his body made his muscles look even better. The tension in his stomach revealed just how strong his core was. No man had any right to be this perfect. You watched his hips move closer to the backs of your thighs and every second you swore you couldn’t take any more of him. Small desperate sounds left your chest. When he was fully seated inside of you he put a hand on your stomach, caressing the soft skin before his hand settled on your hip.
“You take me so well,” he breathed, “Maybe I’m the one who made you in a factory.”
You could only manage a quiet moan as you focused on relaxing around the heavy girth of him. His thumb rubbed against your hip bone absently as he continued to sing your praises.
“Breathe, for me. You’re doing so well, honey, just relax, let me take care of you. Everything else has felt good hasn’t it?”
You nodded.
“Words.”
“Yes, yes, feels good. Feels so good.”
“Alright, then trust me, I’ll make this even better. I’ve never had a woman so pretty and perfect, I’m gonna ruin you, spoil you so rotten you won’t be able to tolerate anyone else, and that’s a promise.”
He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in shallowly and even that felt like heaven. You opened your legs wider, wanting him closer. On his next thrust he pulled back a bit more before pushing back in slowly. He was slowly building the pace, coaxing a fever hotter than before. You couldn’t quite be quiet, though you fought to hush yourself so you could hear the low, pleased groans that escaped Nanami as he fucked you. His pace was firm, fast, controlled, and utterly devastating. That harsh clap of skin together might have been embarrassing if you could focus on something other than pleasure, and just how hot he looked, with his eyes squeezed close, obviously getting lost in his ecstasy as you clenched to squeeze him tighter. He went faster, making the head of his bed hit the wall, a hard staccato to keep time with your desperate moans.
Your legs shook, squeezing against his hips as he fucked you without restraint now that you were more than ready for him. He was relentless in his movements, constantly hitting that spot inside of you, over and over again until your brain felt like it was useless mush inside your head. At some point you were sure you started running your mouth, promising him anything in the world, who knows what the hell you signed over to him, especially when he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed your knees back towards your chest, and out a bit, to open you up more to him. At that point, it felt like he was in your fucking lungs, driving the air out of you, controlling the tide of your breath with every thrust.
“So good. Fuck feels! Fuck,” you called out brokenly.
“Feels good?” he rumbled at you.
“Yeah,” your voice came out far more needy and high pitched than you meant for it to.
“Yeah?” he teased and you watched him bite his lip as he smiled, a truly pussy drunk expression that you could get used to seeing.
“Choke me,” you blurted out.
“Oh?” his dark eyes opened to look at you. He shifted his weight forward, moving in closer as he put a hand around your through. His hand easily engulfed your throat, and as you instinctively held on to his wrist you realized he was choking you with the hand that wore that sexy ass watch. You whined feeling him squeeze the sides of your throat. The heady feeling that followed made your eyes roll back in your head. He fucked you harder, looming over you for a moment before he started kissing, and nipping at the supple skin of your breasts, up to your collarbone. He spoke to you then, his voice right in your ear. The only thing that betrayed the effect you had on him was how hard he breathed. Otherwise, his voice was smooth, deep, and deceptively calm, promising to make you come like no one ever had before as if he hadn’t already done that. Every bit of praise, and promise to take care of you was doing something to your head.
Before long you had no idea how long the two of you had been at it, but your thighs were shaking, and the sound of your coupling was wet.You came once and he just kept fucking you through it until it felt like that orgasm was just a part of the mounting pleasure that threatened to shake you apart now. At this point, you’d do anything he told you to. Sweat made his hair begin to stick to his forehead, and the ruddy flush on his cheeks matched with his unabashed moans told you he was close.
“Fuck,” he cursed, a truly wrecked sound as you clenched around him involuntarily, “Trying to kill me, honey?”
That did it, the playful tone, disheveled appearance, and the fact that he’d cursed. You came hard, sinking your nails into him. You would have bitten him, if he was close enough to do so. Your orgasm was a near out of body experience. He let go of your throat once and for all as he buried his face against your throat, moaning as the harsh contractions of your sex made him lose control. You could hear him moan right in your ear, and it was probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard. One thing you knew for sure, you were locked in with Kento Nanami.
Aftercare was sweet, and more involved than you expected considering that things were still pretty vanilla. You both cleaned up a bit, sharing a shower that only got a little hot and heavy as Nanami admitted he’d wanted to spend more time with your breasts. When you were clean Nanami gave you one of his under shirts to sleep in. He changed the linen but obviously didn’t bother making the bed.
“Come here,” he beckoned when he was done.
“Oh, I get to sleep over too?”
“It’s late, plus, I think we earned it.”
“You won’t be mortally offended if I turn away from you in the night. I get hot in my sleep.” You came over and put your hand in his, allowing him to pull you into his arms.
“That won’t be a problem. I made the A/C colder,” he said with a lilt of humor in his voice.
“Ithoughtit was colder in here.”
He pulled you in close to him, and you wiggled about until you were comfortable in his hold. He was incredibly warm, and you couldn’t see yourself trying to escape with just how cold the room had become.
“So… how was my audition?” you asked after a moment of silence.
TW:smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
“‘tooru—” you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
“j- just a bit more pretty.” he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
“fuck baby,” he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
“alright baby, you know what to do,” he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying “oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that.” then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process ’just making sure’ to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
out of breath, you run down the stairs of the train station, praying with baited breath as you hope for some kind of miracle that you make it down there in time.
you softly bite your tongue, flying off of the last three steps and thankfully landing on your feet. so with your last muster of power, you run into the doors of the train and just as soon as you get in the doors behind you shut close causing you to yelp in surprise.
your eyes are wide open, a bit rattled by the sudden shut of doors that could have been the potential cause of your death whereas the people buzz around you. but your surprise it dies quick when the train moves in an instant causing you to move somewhere else with closed eyes and be pressed up against something.
“shit.” a quiet curse is what you hear right infront of you when you get pressed up against something, potentially someone. you open your eyes to look at who cursed, and when you do open your eyes, your eyes instantly meet with ocean blue eyes.
awe is written in your hues as you look at the dark blue lashes that adorn these ocean eyes. you‘re captivated like a criminal behind bars in these eyes. it’s beautiful like the sky on a clear summer day, making you feel like you’re being rained by sunshine and happiness. however, your adoration is cut short when the beholder clears their throat and looks away.
you finally snap out of it and realize how much you‘ve been staring. you mutter a low apology underneath your breath, looking away. however, you look once more and see the whole face of the person who stands before you. you study their features quietly, marking them one by one and adoring how much they compliment each other. from the blue eyes, dark blue lashes, pointed nose, red lips, perfect jaw, he definitely looks like a model. much like the man who had been occupying your mind these days.
it surely does look like him. maybe next time you see each other you‘d tell him about this person who looks like him. you smile to yourself hoping that you’d see him again, though you hold that though and look at the person once again.
wait a minute.
“… megumi?”
surely it‘s him. you cannot be mistaken. how could you be? it‘s the infamous fushiguro megumi from your wednesday and friday math class, the one who got assigned as your project partner for the last semester‘s project, the very same man who has been in your head all day long.
“hi,” shyly he responds to the uncertain call, his eyes avoiding contact with yours. you raise a brow as you wonder what could be wrong with him. just a few weeks back, both of you would have been chatting at a nearby café, yet here he is looking away, not even greeting properly.
“how‘re you?” you strike up the conversation starter, hoping to talk with the pretty boy before you leave for your stop and never see him again. yet your attempts fall in vain when he does not even speak a word to you, simply nodding and muttering silently to himself; not even to you.
a frown makes its way to your face as you wonder what had happened between the time you weren‘t together for him to not even speak a word to you. had you doke something wrong? or something to upset him? you do not know.
as thoughts clog your head, you don‘t notice how a certain dark haired man looks at you. he too, is mesmerized by the way you look. it hasn‘t been too long since you haven’t seen each other, yet megumi thinks it‘s been centuries.
after having spent time with you, he can‘t seem to forget the way your eyes glimmer when you look at him. or the way you purse your lips and furrow your brows when you make a mistake, and most especially the way your eyes shine bright like stars when you‘ve done something right.
and it doesn’t help that earlier this morning he had thought about bringing you your favourite sweet— that you had mentioned before— to class tomorrow, and here you are right in-front of him in the most awkward position possible.
“‘m sorry if i‘m cursing to much,” he can‘t help the apology that falls past his lips. meanwhile you don‘t know what he‘s apologizing for. so with a cocked brow, you look up and show a confused face.
“i‘m a bit too close and this train is too tight, so— uh— our situation really isn‘t the most comfortable one.”
“wait, too close?”
and then it dawns upon you. you look down and around to see the amount of people around, it actually is crowded in the train. but that is not where your attention lies at. you attention lies in the proximity between you both.
you hadn‘t noticed earlier, but now you have. you‘re back up against the door with megumi standing right in-front of you. you‘re caged between him and his right arm and left as he tries to back up a bit to not be so pressed against you, but it does him no justice as the train moves too much, and with every little movement the more he is pressed against you.
“oh.” in realization of the situation, you mutter. megumi can‘t help but chuckle at the face you make as your cheeks heat up and so does the tip of your ears. suddenly, you‘re hyper aware of what is going on. “haha.. don‘t— worry..”
“i hope its fine—”
“more than fine!” you say, albeit too loud. your eyes go wide once more and then you finally realize what you had said, immediately you start to ramble every excuse that pops into your head. “i mean— it‘s okay. don‘t worry like it‘s natural the train is packed, like don’t apologize really! there’s nothing to be sorry for, this proximity does not disturb me. in fact, we can even go like to a date after this—”
“you want to go on a date with me?” megumi cuts you off mid ramble and you look up at him, meeting his eyes as you once again realize you had spoken without filtering your words. but now, there is no taking it back anymore, you‘ve gone to far in and there‘s no way of return.
“.. i mean‘t what i said..” you nod slowly. and then, when you least expect it, a smile makes its way to his face. there‘s a glint in his eyes as he nods at your words, leaning in a bit more as he presses his lips softly against your cheek.
who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kentodid.
before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.
but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.
“yuuji, please do not stray far away from daddy.” nanami pleads his two year old son who runs in the park with much enthusiasm, unlike his father who seems to have no energy and heavy bags underneath his eyes. “yuuji,” tiredly the man calls once again, but to his ineffective attempt, the child simply runs straight to the water fountain.
the poor man sighs for what seems to be the fifth time this hour, and they haven‘t even been in the park for longer than thirty minutes. he contemplates on running after the two year old who amuses himself with the water or if he should set up the picnic mat first and then run after his kid.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks, all while looking back and forth at the empty grass patch and the water area. then he sighs again. if only he had a second body then maybe he wouldn’t have to do this, maybe if he had a second pair of hands he wouldn’t have to suffer like this, maybe if he had, had a spouse—
“excuse me,” he hears from the front, already sighing internally for the millionth time as he readies himself to meet eyes with another parent who‘s going to strike up small talk he has no desire for.
but when he looks up, it feels like suddenly all his prayers have been answered by the gods.
his dark eyes look up and meet with yours, and my oh my can he not be more enthralled by the looks of you. “is this your son? he was running around with untied shoelaces and almost fell in the water.”
wow. nanami says to himself. not even listening to what you’re saying anymore, simply left speechless by the pretty person who stands before him.
“sir?”
“okay.” he monotonously says, forgetting that time is running and reality is pacing at this very moment, and not on pause. in the inside he does not know how to start a conversation, but in the outside he looks like he‘s glaring at you. and it does not help you nor him at all.
you swallow your saliva and nod, slowly settling down the child on the ground right in-front of the man and clasping your hands together. “right. well— uh.. i— i‘ve erm gotta go.. haha.” you awkwardly trail, unclasping your hands together and placing the free right hand on the back of your neck.
“and don‘t worry! i‘ve tied them back together so he doesn’t accidentally slip again.” you say before taking a step back and waving at them. “well, i‘ll be on my way. goodbye—”
“wait!” yet before you‘re able to step even more than two steps away, he‘s taking you by your wrist which causes you off-guard, not that you find it uncomfortable.
“thank you very much. yuuji can‘t swim, so that would have been unfortunate if you hadn‘t caught him.” he reasons out, hand still on your wrist as you close your lips in surprise; that‘s caused by the fact that he actually spoke to you.
“oh, that would have been, very bad.” you frown, thankful that you caught khari before he fell. “i‘m glad i caught him.”
“me too, i‘m glad you caught him.” nanami relieves, finally letting go of the wrist he held to ground you before him. “if you hadn‘t that would have been terrible.”
“how can i repay you?” he asks so, lips casually churning upwards to causing you to almost swoon. meanwhile the strawberry head child looks up curiously, not used to the way his father acts. and even though you’re swooning in the inside, you keep your composure to save yourself some face.
“oh, please, don‘t worry!” you shyly down turn his offer shaking your head lightly. “it‘s okay. i wasn‘t going to let someone fall.” you mutter. however, he shakes his head and insists.
“please i insist. you had just saved me from potentially paying bills.” he jokes, and you laugh.
“alright, since you asked so nicely.” you grace him with a sweet smile and he smiles back, heart skipping beats.
“well, i don‘t have cash right now. but if you want, you can join me and yuuji for a picnic.” he gesture to the child who now smiles so cutely at you, hand open for a wave, tiny fingers grasping at his father‘s jacket.
you swear your heart skips two if not three beats when he holds the basket and the kid in the other. you find it domestic and cute for a man like this to invite you with his kid. it makes you think of all the times you yearned to have your own little family and spend some time with them.
“is missy going to join us daddy?” the little child asks, looking sweetly at his dad who then looks back at you with a smile.
“ask her.” he winks at the boy, who nods in confidence and looks at you with a sweet smile.
“will you join us missy? me and daddy would love company!” he excitedly says, hands pointed to the basket.
you cannot help but bite your lip down and nod at the offer, accepting it with an excited heart and heated cheeks. “i‘d love to.”
“daddy! she said yes!” yuuji cheerfully exclaims.
nanami smiles at yours and yuuji‘s excitement, starting to feel his own excitement start to run in his veins.
that action of his causes your churned lips to grow wider as you inspect him for a good while before turning to the little guy then to him once again. “well, your little one. his name is yuuji right?” you ask. holding your hand out for the child to take.
“right, he‘s yuuji and he‘s two.” nanami confirms your unsure question, nodding away as he places his hand on yuuji‘s head, and the little one sneezes. you both stop, and nanami smiles awkwardly, kneeling down and taking out the napkin from his pocket and wiping yuuji’s nose. the act is cute and hearty, as you can tell, he is quite obviously the daddy figure.
“sorry about that.” he apologizes, going back up and meeting eye to eye with you.
“no worries.” you smile. you stand there in a few minutes of silence, before you remember something very important. “oh jeez, i almost forgot. i didn‘t catch what your name was.” you sheepishly admit.
“god, how rude of me.” he shakes your hand in his and you can‘t help but savour the feeling of all those veins and bones in his toned hands. they entice you in a way you‘d never thought that would entice you, yet you are not complaining.
“nanami, nanami kento.”
“i‘m (y/n), nice to meet you kento.”
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TW: breath play, head, choking, saliva play, cum eating, straight up fucking filth and some writing errors, i wrote this at 3am. do tell me if i missed any!
think about giving toji fushiguro head and it being so nasty.
he doesn’t go vanilla and allows you to lean back and take control. this man is straight up just cruel, mean, and a fucking bully about it.
he‘ll grab you by the roots of your hair and push and pull you on his long thick cock. not just that, he‘ll even thrust his hips and and out of your mouth as if it were your hole.
he shows no mercy towards you, simply using you as if you were a public toilet and lets you choke on his long dick as if he were not aware of his size. not only that, he menacingly laughs at you when he sees tears running down your cheeks because it turns him the fuck on.
after a few more minutes of that, he‘ll pull you out of his cock. you may think you‘re free, but no. he won‘t even let you breathe, he takes you by your hair and leads you to his balls. he‘ll let your slobber on them, lick them as if they were ice cream that‘s going to melt within seconds.
when toji fushiguro feels like he‘s about to cum, he does not waste time nor his potent semen. he‘s going to bend and shove that cock down your throat again.
you choke and gurgle, hands on his thighs as you look at him, begging him to have mercy on you. your wet lashes flutter as more and more tears escape your eyes, eyes so glossy like your lips and chin and his cock, all covered with saliva. he can’t help but smirk and snort at the sight before he thrusts all the way in and cums down your throat.
you feel all of it go down your throat too. it‘s sticky, thick, and a lot. his cock past your throat twitching inside there as he groans, slightly rocking back and forth. and he stays there for a few seconds, making sure you‘ve got it all before he pulls out of your mouth.
“tongue out.” he‘ll say, and you do as told. you put your tongue out and he‘ll laugh at that, hand on your head as he chuckles about how much of a good pet you are before he taps his red tip against your tongue and lets your slobber on it, making sure all your drool is over his tip before he simply puts it back in his underwear as a little wet gift.
then, he‘ll bend down take your tongue into his mouth for a few seconds before he pulls away and spits on your tongue. he smirks, pressing two fingers against your tongue and putting it back to place, closing your mouth too. and with those same fingers, he‘ll put those in his mouth and savour that flavour of your saliva and his cum.
and of course, he‘ll then tell you to sit on his lap and he‘ll play with your body for a bit because he‘s a gentleman like that.
oh, how can one be so beautiful?gojo satoru asks himself.
his blue eyes are illuminated by the sun rays as he stands there admiring you, though he does not stand further than seven feet away from you. his lips are churned upwards with his fingers holding the bouquet of flowers tight, heart beating faster by the second as he simply watches with joy, adoration, and fascination in his gaze.
he cannot stop himself from admiring the sigh before his ocean eyes.
not once in his twenty-seven years of living did he ever think he would find someone reading a book so intriguing, yet here he is: doing just as he thought he never would.
you look so beautiful to him. figure beneath the trees as the wind compliments the way your hair flows with it, feet laid out with your back pressed against the wooden body of the tree. such a simple sight, yet so breathtaking in his eyes.
as he stands there underneath the spring sun, you finally look up from your book and spot the white haired man who admires you from not-so afar. a smile cannot help but etch on your face as he walks over with his hand running through his hair.
“hello amore,” his voice is like honey, sweet and smooth as he hands you the bouquet of pink roses. “for you.” it cannot be helped that there is a slight blush is on his cheeks as he watches you take the flowers and bring it up to your nose to smell the batch, to him you just look so beautiful even as you do the most mundane action.
“thank you, darling.” you say your thanks before you settle it to your lap and usher him to kneel before you, and he does as asked. when he is there on his knees before you, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss against his lips.
sure, gojo satoru may be the strongest man to ever walk this planet, but when he is with your presence: he is nothing but a man who yearns for your love.
so when he feels your lips against his, it‘s just natural for him to fall at ease and press further as his hand moves to hold your cheek. blue eyes fluttering close as when feels your fingers on his nape. all the butterflies in his stomach erupt as his heart beats erratically for you.
sometime, everybody will love someone, and something in your kiss told gojo satoru, his sometime is now.
surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.
it was like that.
until it wasn‘t.
it’sfushiguro toji whofeels his anger rise with every passing second.
he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.
but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.
the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.
it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.
but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.
he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.
with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.
a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.
you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.
“hey baby,” you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.
“enjoyin’ yourself sweetheart?” he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.
“mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time.” you smile.
toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.
toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. “mhm, seems like it.” he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. “seems like your partner is as well.”
“gojo? yeah he‘s—”
you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.
your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.
though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:
I only write NSFW content for the adults! All of my fics feature black coded readers but anyone can read. Most of the time my writing comes out race neutral anyway but it’s something to keep in mind. This is a safe place for black women. Respectful people can visit.
cw: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+, cisfem reader, blood, violence, slight gore, mentions of knives and needles, death, sex, mature themes!!!
wc: 5k
synopsis: when chance brings you into his life, Yuuta has to decide which parts of the past define him.
A/N: a big thank you to @heich0e for being my beta-reader. Your advice, love and friendship are so valuable to me!!!!!!!!
He first met you in a break in the chaos, in between the world falling apart.
Yuuta watched the fire crackle, the kindling consumed and logs just starting to catch. It painted the night with scarlet movement, as if the flame itself was alive and dancing. The glow barely illuminated the woods, casting only vague, gray shadows through the trees, the flame blinding him to everything outside of his circle. If he stared into the nothingness for too long, lost in the silence of the world and the silence of his own thoughts, his eyes would play tricks on him; a stray lick of flame would send shadows darting across his vision and his whole body would tense in reflex.
His body ached for sleep, ached to rest his head on a real pillow. The days had been long, the fights somehow longer. He was starting to think it’d never end.
Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe this was life, he thought. Society crumbled so quickly, so permanently. One day he was going to school, dreading the monotonous drag of the day to day. The next, he was running. From everything and nothing, from past, from present, from future, caught in a strange new land that lived in the carcass of his old life.
He was starting to wish it would end.
He was starting to wish he would end.
Yutta rubbed his hands on his jeans to clean them. They were his only pair, the denim stiff with the salt of his sweat and the toil of his travels. His mother used to reinforce the knees with bits of jeans that no longer fit.
( ‘I know you’re grown,’ she said, needle in hand and love in her voice, ‘But let me dote on you a bit longer. While I still can.’)
The calluses on his palms caught against the perfect stitching she left behind.
A/N: Hey besties!! I made a jjk studying series for all of you who are studying for exams rn! Let’s start with Gojo! <33
Gojo’s luxury apartment was a nice place to study, lofi hip hop playing softly from the speakers, a big table next to the window wall that let the sunlight deep through, shining down on your revision notes.
“My little nerd still studying?” You hear a teasing voice from behind.
“Mhm” you reply, eyes still glued to the notes in front of you.
You hear a sigh this time but you can tell he’s come closer, then suddenly you find two long arms wrapping around your shoulders, and his chin plopped on to your head.
“What if I just… paid the exam board to make you pass?”
You laugh at Gojo’s suggestion, the worse thing is you knew he was probably being serious.
“I’m serious” he says, confirming your thoughts as he pokes your cheek.
“Too pretty to be studying” he mutters against your cheek as he pressed kisses to it, making you giggle.
But as you reached to the side to grab your pen, Gojo quickly snatched it first.
“Huh?”
“Nuh uh! No more work unless you eat some kikufuku with me” he said, leaving no more for argument as you struggle to grab the pen from his hand, he grins widely as you jump to match his tall figure but fail.
And as you jump up to grab it one more time, his long arms finds it’s way to your waist, tugging you into his embrace with a chuckle. “Ah! Gojo!-“
“C’mon bubs, time for some mochi” he says casually but his smug grin is present. He carries you like a baby as he grabs the mochi from the kitchen and return to the living area, sitting down in your seat and placing you on his lap.
You smile gratefully at Gojo before giving him a kiss, as he lets you return to studying while he feeds you the mochi, taking a bite out of it every now and then too. Occasionally, playfully biting your cheek but you didn’t mind.
Eventually the tall white haired man got a call, you feel his muscular arms tighten around your waist as he muttered a ‘be right back love’ in your ear. You kiss his jaw before he leaves to answer the call.
Now you don’t know how long you sat there studying for, but once you took a deep breath and shifted your eyes away from notes momentarily, you notice a post it note and one more kikufuku next to you.
‘So proud of you bby :)’ was written, with a small dick drawing next to it.
You giggle to yourself as you munched on the mochi. Studying doesn’t feel so bad when it’s with Gojo <3
A/N: Happy Saturday besties! EX HUSBAND GOJO WON THE VOTE!! Don’t worry though, I got bodyguard Megumi coming soon
Ever since the incident between you and Gojo regarding the third child, things had been eerily quiet from his side. No 3am calls, no surprise visits, nothing.
Perhaps that’s why you felt on edge when it was Gojo’s turn to have the kids for the weekend, and he still hadn’t arrived, your hands slightly shaking as you tied your son’s shoelaces.
“You’re overthinking it y/n” said a deep voice from your phone. “Maybe he’s just running a little late”
You sigh before nodding your head. Nanami was always your voice of reason. Sometimes you wonder if he could give good advice about your abusive relationship with Gojo, but you always kept that a secret from Nanami, not wanting to burden him with your own issues.
You’re suddenly pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock on the door. You take a deep breath as you turn to open the door, feeling slightly confident, knowing Gojo won’t pull anything with his mutual friend Nanami on call.
But the view in front of you wasn’t what you were expecting.
“Geto?”
The black haired man smiled at you sweetly as you greeted eachother. “What are you doing here?” You ask confusedly.
“Gojo was sent on a last minute session, so looks like the kids got me for the weekend!” He said, but he sounded uneasy.
“Oh? Okay.” You say, slightly taken aback that Gojo didn’t tell you beforehand. You hear your kids squeal from behind as they spot their uncle Geto, quickly rushing to the tall buff man, clinging onto his legs. “Hello lil monsters!!” He coos making them giggle.
You smile fondly at your loving children, before returning your attention to Geto, “well we’re off to my mom’s house for the weekend, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything Geto” you say, kissing your children goodbye.
Geto looks up at you confused and slightly tense. “We?”
You nod “Nanami is coming with me for the weekend, I feel too tired to drive so he offered to take me there and keep me company!”
You silently observe Geto’s uneasiness at the mention of Nanami, he knew you two were close, so why was he so stiff?
Geto blinks twice before awkwardly laughing “aww haha how sweet of him, anyways we should probably head out now, c’mon kids!” He calls them.
You place a hand on Geto’s broad shoulder, gaining the raven haired man’s attention. “Are you okay Geto? You seem uneasy, if taking care of the kids isn’t ideal for you this weekend, I can always take them with me” you assure him but the man shake his head quickly and reassures you it’s fine with a pat on your hand, before awkwardly exiting with the kids.
You stand in front of your door for a second confused. Why did he seem so uneasy? After all the years you’ve known Geto, he’s never been so anxious.
Only when he lies.
You shrug your shoulders and carry on getting ready. After all, Geto was a trustworthy friend of yours and Gojo’s for years, you’re sure he’d tell you if there was a problem.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again as a car beeps from outside. You smile as you spot Nanami’s sleek car waiting, you quickly skip out the house, joining your friend.
——
Nanami stands beside you, finally the door opens and you’re greeted with your mom.
“Hi mom” you say, entering the house before she can greet you and Nanami properly.
You sigh dramatically as you place your bags on your floor and stretch your aching legs. You smile as you hear chatter from the garden, deciding to follow the sound.
“Err! Y/n! How about you let Nanami relax in the living room for a bit first?” You mom asks. You pull a funny face at your mom’s weird suggestion, but allow her nonetheless, continuing your path to the garden
“Ahh this is such a nice breeze, I miss thi-“ your sentence was cut off as you paused in your movements.
There sat Gojo in the hammock chair, long legs man spreading as he turn towards you with a menacing grin. “Oh? Hello y/n”
You furrow your eyebrows at your annoying ex husband, internally beating yourself up for believing Geto’s pathetic lie.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, and he ignores your question momentarily to pat his lap, “c’mere baby!” He says so sweetly but only you knew the twisted lust behind it, “and what kind of question is that? We’re family! Even if we’re divorced, I always saw your family as my own!” He charms the table, your cousins cooing at his sickly sweet words.
You move forward to question him further, but his large hands grab your hips firmly, pulling you forward, making you stumble into his embrace.
“Oh? Don’t fall for me now” he says smartly as he grabs you securely, cradling you into his muscular arms. Your family once again laughed at his jokes, as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard.
Spoiler alert, it’s not, but Gojo was too good at faking the charm of a perfect man.
You gritted your teeth as Gojo stroked your hair absentmindedly with you in his lap, as he laughed along with your family. Humiliating was the only word to describe it, but you stayed silent, knowing if you fought against him, everyone would think you’re the crazy problematic one. Oh lord, they wonder how Gojo ‘puts up with you’
After all, women are always the hysterical ones right?
“Babe try this mojito, it’s so good” he says with a grin, pressing the glass to your lips but before you could protest against it, a voice came through the garden.
“Y/n? Oh there you are. Hello Gojo” says the nonchalant man.
Gojo turned towards the voice, smile dropping as he stares at Nanami, who casually strolled into the garden.
Your cousins subtly swoon as they rush to introduce themselves.
You smile at Nanami’s effortless charm, your smile widening evilly as you realise why Geto felt uneasy at the mention of Nanami.
You can feel Gojo’s unnerving, intense stare on your face. He stares silently between you and Nanami, swishing his drink around. His face is unreadable. “And here I was ready to mend things” he mutters but you hear it. You hiss as his fingers dig into your hips.
“Why is he here?” His whispers in your ear and you can hear the envy in every word.
You ignore the pain shooting through your hips and grin from ear to ear as you tilt your head teasingly to meet his your ex husband’s glare.
Brushing your nose against his in mocking affection, you reply “why not babe?”
A/N:My babies I promise I was completing more requests you guys sent, but then my inner intrusive thoughts won Anyways enjoy the angst! <3
“You will no longer be going into campus for college, you’re going to move to online studying”
You stared at your father in unconcealed shock and disbelief, as you envisioned your freedom collapsing right in front of you.
“But why? I’m- I’ve literally done nothing wrong! I’ve been focusing on my education and-“ you defended incoherently.
“Well clearly you haven’t been focusing enough since I’m hearing things from other people. Have you ever thought about how your actions could affect the reputation of our family?” Your dad cut you off, his eyebrows crossed in anger, making your back shiver and your knees grow weak.
Suddenly you hear shuffling from upstairs, you glare as you watch your cousins gathered around the staircase, watching your humiliation like some form of entertainment. The sly smiles on their faces was everything you needed to know on who the “other people” were.
Fuck you.
You felt angry tears build up in your eyes, but they were yet to spill. You knew they would get their way, they always did. How could a non sorcerer like you possibly win?
You can hold my arm if you’re scared
Megumi’s words were the only words that played in your head as you felt yourself shake with fear.
You quickly turned around to face the tall, dark haired bodyguard who looked stern as he stared straight ahead, but you paid no heed to it.
You grabbed the pale hand of your bodyguard, who held yours in return, and you stared up at him desperately.
“Megumi you gotta tell him! Tell dad how good I’ve been! You’re always there! You know how I’ve done nothing but focus on my-“
“Your father is right y/n”
The rest of your sentence died in your throat as you stared up at him in disbelief. His dark blue eyes never met yours.
You blinked once. Then twice. Hoping you heard him wrong, you stood silently next to him as you processed his words, your hands slipping out of his.
He’s not on your side.
The angry tears that were once suppressed finally ran down your flushed cheeks. Desperation taking over as you pressed your body against Megumi’s and grabbed his fitted black blazer, shaking him, punching his chest but he did not retaliate, only staring down at you blankly.
“Megumi you’re supposed to be on side! I thought we were-“
“We’re not” he cut you off sternly, his dark eyes finally focusing on you, but with an unimpressed glare. “We’re nothing, so stop it” he scolds firmly, making you feel like a pathetic child.
Oh. We’re nothing.
You take a step away from him, and look back at your dad with misty eyes, who is already staring at you. You look away in shame, exiting the room and heading upstairs.
“Megumi make sure she actually goes to her room please”
“Yes sir”
You felt his heavy steps follow you behind silently, and it halts as you reach your room.
“Y/n”
“Don’t ever talk to me again” you snap, slamming the bedroom door to his face.
The ceiling suddenly became very interesting as your mind sifted through the recent events that had transpired. Huh. You guys really just did that.
You and Toji. Toji and you. Huh. Who would’ve thought.
You allowed your head to loll to the side, unfortunately not being greeted with those dewdrops of hazel. Though, it was a welcomed sight to see the lack of a crinkle in his brow as he curled his bare arms around the pillow and allowed his cheek to sink against it.
“So you’re not gonna spoon me? No pillow talk? Not even gonna ask me how it was?” You really had to stop holding this man to a certain standard.
At this, he let out a deep, audible sigh through his nose but made no effort to properly address you.
You shifted onto your side, not really caring if the man got jostled and gave you lip about moving too much.
“It was…well it was certainly something.” It wasn’t a spectacular first time—definitely not as smooth as erotica and porn portrayed it as but there were some notable moments that made your heart skip two beats too fast when you recounted them. In all honesty though, it was memorable. You liked it. “You should let me take initiative some time.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near my ass, kid,” Toji mumbled, lashes still splayed on his cheeks. “There’s not even gonna be a next time. Go to sleep.”
“Damn, not even once? You ain’t the least bit curious on what it’d feel like? You might like it from me—”
Toji rolled over and presented you with the broadness of his back.
“Aw, did I make you uncomfortable? ’m sorry Toji, please turn back around.” Now while you were thinking that sex in general wasn’t all that (it hurt), you were also wondering if you were so bad that you scarred the man into celibacy.
You groaned dramatically but otherwise decided to stop pestering the poor guy. You put yourself in his shoes. It must’ve been exhausting having to deal with a very inexperienced person. You had to give him some type of credit for even going through with it and trying to at least make the experience a decent one.
“I want there to be a next time though,” you murmured softly, actually paying heed to the man’s advice and falling asleep.
By the time you awoke, you couldn’t remember what you dreamt about once you started to sober up. Give it a few more minutes and you’d have a fleeting thought that would trigger all of the convoluted events your mind conjured up while you were knocked out to come back.
Also, you were very taken aback by the fact that Toji hadn’t gotten up and left and instead allowed you to drape yourself over his body like another sheet while you both slept in.
Your nose was tucked into the hair behind his ear, your free arm thrown over his shoulder and one of your legs curled around his. Only then, did you quite literally peel yourself—your guys’ skin stuck together—off of him and sit up in bed, your body making a cacophony of pops and whines just from moving alone.
The events of last night were still vivid in your mind as they were imprinted in your body. Not only did it feel like you underwent a marathon and died a couple of times before you got to the finish line, but you looked the part too.
“God damn. I thought you said you were gonna be gentle,” you complained when Toji shifted, peeking under your shorts to inspect the damage done to your thighs.
“I was being gentle, virgin,” he responded gruffly. The morning voice suited him.
“Doesn’t fucking feel like it—andI’m not a virgin anymore, thank you very much.”
“Then how did it feel last night?”
“Nope.”
“You asking me that now? I already told you it was something. Were you not listening last night?”
Toji knew it was you before you could greet him with your characteristic “hey!” He’d heard your shoes—you must’ve been wearing boots—drag across the pebbles at a rhythm unique to your gait. Your usual scent was light and subtle and had the undertones of wood and rubber. He was able to make it out even through the petrichor that permeated the humid air.
“Hey!”
He opened his eyes, and allowed his head to loll to the side. You were, in fact, wearing boots.
“Stay out long?” You spared him a brief tug of your lips, tilting your head back to allow the mist of rain dampen your face. “Any longer and you’ll catch a cold, y'know. Should really watch after your health better, old man.”
“Should really put some meat on your bones before you try instigating me, twig,” Toji huffed, the ghost of a smile manifesting, which you reciprocated gleefully as you moved closer.
“Ionno what you mean. I’ve been putting on a lot of weight these past few months. I’ve bulked up a lot.”
He looked at you incredulously. “Water weight?”
“Dickhead.” You rolled your eyes and leaned your knee on the bench. “Since you’re so concerned about my weight, let’s go. ’M starving.”
“You paying?
"Yeah, you freeloader. C'mon.” You beckoned him with your hand, urging him to take it, but cocked your eyebrow when he didn’t do so much as move. “What? You a germaphobe now?”
“Nah. Just don’t want you to pull somethin’,” Toji hummed mockingly as he stretched. He heard you click your tongue before you caught his wrist, yanking him to his feet, swift and easy.
“So. Water weight?” You marvelled at what you could only gauge as a mildly puzzled look on Toji’s face before it evened out.
“Damn kid,"—he whistled—"you weren’t lying for once.”
“Praising me now, huh?” He didn’t think your smile could stretch any further than it already had. “Any more and I might just crack and date you.”
“I’ve actually never dated before,” you huffed out of the blue, sagging against the bench.
“Not surprising,” Toji responded, which resulted in you punching his bicep softly. “If you’re so sad about it then maybe you should…"—he waved his hand in the air—"get out there, go do stupid shit—with your friends, y'know.”
“Wait,"—you wrinkled your nose—"you think I got friends?” You tossed yourself back and smiled wide before shaking your head. “If I had friends I wouldn’t be hanging out with your broke self, Toe cheese.”
The assassin rolled his eyes. You were utterly insufferable sometimes and he knew that you knew that. Your eyes always lit up with a childlike glee whenever you successfully aggravated him—which was a pretty huge accomplishment considering he didn’t get annoyed that easily. Though at the same time, the banter always left the genuine ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
“But yeah, really. I’ve never been…mildly interested in relationships. At least up until now. Some people find it surprising to hear for whatever reason but…I dunno. S'that weird?” You tilted your head to the side to gauge Toji’s expression but that proved to be relatively difficult in the dim lighting.
“Nah,” he let out after a while, eventually adding to it. “If that’s not what you’re into, then don’t fuck around with it. It’s not for everyone, so don’t feel pressured.”
The man grunted in response, not turning his head to give you his undivided attention, much to your chagrin. He seemed preoccupied with his thoughts but you couldn’t help but admire his profile.
You felt the hairs on your body raise up in unison once he finally decided to spare you a look when you hadn’t followed up. His brow jutted towards the sky.
“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that? You wanna ask me out?”
You just wanted to look at his eyes again, especially at this angle where the sunlight hit just right to bring out those broken pieces of brown and amber on top of the myriad of muted greens like stained glass.
“I just like looking at your eyes. They’re pretty,” you responded cooly, making the man look at you incredulously.
“You high?”
“I’m sober—there a problem?”
“You got doped up before you came here, didn’t cha?”
“Since when did I become a pothead?” you defended straightening your posture.
“Since when did you start flirting?” Toji fired back, shifting himself to mirror your own demeanor.
“It ain’t flirting,” you retorted. “S'called giving a compliment, buttmunch. You’ve got some pretty fuckin’ eyes; what’re you gonna do about it? Wear sunglasses? It’s 9 pm.”
“Since you wanna compliment me so bad, least you can do is do it over dinner,” he argued.
“Can’t a good friend just compliment their friend’s eyes every once in a while?”
“We’re friends now?”
“You know what.” You got up. “Fuck you. I’m gonna go eat and I ain’t bringing you back shit. Hope you starve.”
Lingering touches faintly seem to caress your back, ghosts of unwanted memories surging from the deep box you made sure they were buried in. Sad, broken eyes - but not really, not anymore - trace the figure of you standing across the street, a bit off kilt and your head in bubble wrap. You can hear, even smell, the memories resurfacing when you see his face, not long forgotten, always marked in carbon behind your eyes. They taste bittersweet, and seem far older than you give them credit for: but it’s been years, even from the last time you thought about him, or that past you still would like to keep forever on the bottom of a drawer in the back of an your head. He’s just that kind of man: one you can have for a while to yourself, and whose memories might warm you up in the coldest of winter nights - but they fade away with time, leaving behind the unconscious void of something-never-quite-there. You can’t explain the surge of feelings, slithering around your back and inside your veins when looking at his form, his lithe steps and the way he holds another girl’s hand and smiles openly, as if nothing could ever bring him grief or regret. And you smile a little bit to yourself, because maybe that is the truth, and the thing you certainly did not have, was not much a thing at all to him. And it would make sense, because as smiles and bruises, heated whispers, choking gasps, the cold wall behind your shoulder blades and the hot mouth kissing the world away, flood and replace your surroundings, he is not looking anymore. He walks past you, shoulder against shoulder and you keep walking ahead, not knowing whether he does turn his head around, even if you can guess where the heated gaze on your nape is coming from, and faintly touching the point he used to worship right above your collarbone, near a little mole you never noticed. The day ticks away, as the arrows on the clock run from each other, but a photo on your old phone refuses to let you leave. It’s him, just standing there - smiling, carefree, yours. But then you look at your phone, and it is your husband calling, and you feel like the time to toss that other phone away has come. A finger hooks on it, and presses the ‘off’ button, tossing forever away the memories, the faint smell of morning sex and wilted flowers, the burnt cigarettes and the idea of him. The past has enough of that, already - and there is no space for it now. Not here. Not with you. Not anymore.
in every life, you find that your efforts are just not enough.
reincarnation au. mentions of death, different types of aus for each life, angst, pining, fluff, (kind of very) suggestive but nothing explicit. idk how to feel abt this i just wanted to finish this to get out of a writing slump so Please be gentle with me. inspired by dean’s D (half moon) This Song Is So Beautiful
Theveryfirst time you met Megumi, you asked him and his companion what they wanted to drink and if they were ready to order. He asked for water and his friend ordered something that was alcoholic, and in turn, you asked to see his ID. The man playfully scoffed, throwing out some corny joke about looking so young and charming, and you had to force a laugh. You hear the same sentiment almost every day.
After confirming his age and walking away to get their drinks, Gojo faced Megumi.
“Real pretty. You should ask her out.”
It took all of Megumi’s strength to hold back a groan, but he made a show of rolling his eyes so that Gojo knewhe wasn’t in the mood for this right now.
“You say that about every single girl we pass by. I’m not interested.”
“No, really,” Gojo starts, glancing back behind him to see if you were anywhere in sight. “This one’s different– call it intuition. Just give her a chance.”
His eyes sparkle. Megumi scowls. “No.”
The rest of the night is only slightly awkward with Gojo’s comments and questions about how old you were and whatnot, trying to retrieve information for Megumi so that maybe he would feel more inclined to ask you out. It didn’t work. Everything that spilled out of Gojo’s mouth almost made you wince, and Megumi was aware that you were taking it the wrong way (He couldn’t blame you).
At the end of dinner, Megumi quietly scolded Gojo to stop being a creep.
Burdened by guilt, Gojo gave you a generous tip that nearly made you squeak as you held the cash close to your chest, forgetting your duty to wish them goodbye and to have a good day.
Megumi wanted to wait behind and apologize to you for Gojo’s weird behavior, but you looked far too excited, stuffing the cash in your apron pocket before collecting the dishes and wiping down the table. A little smile lingered on your face the whole time. He figured he should let you be.
That was the first and last time the two of you ever saw each other– in that life, at least.
The second time you meet Megumi, the both of you are eight years old on the playground and you’re trying to beckon him to make a castle with you in the sandbox.
He’s awfully shy, staring at you with wide eyes as you literally plead for him to help you.
“Go on, kid,” Toji says gruffly, patting Megumi’s shoulders with such heavy hands that the little boy almost topples over. “Make some friends and play.”
He drags his feet over there, cautious but curious as you scoop all the dry sand into the bucket, trying to flip it over before it can all spill out. And when he finally sits down across from you in the sand, you clap and give him his own bucket to work with.
When the two of you find out that you can’t make castles purely out of dry sand, you suggest cops and robbers instead. Megumi agrees. He’s really complacent.
The truth is, Megumi has never seen anyone so bright and eager to talk and play with him in his life. Even though he’s barely eight, he’s not nearly as conversational and outgoing as other kids his age are, so when he finds that you are actually excited to be in his presence, he really doesn’t want to say No. It feels nice to be accepted by you.
You drag him along around the playground, starchy hands from the sand in his as you pull him down the slide with you, as you show him how to properly climb up the rock climbing wall, as your fingers brush against his arm in a game of tag. It’s the most his heart has ever raced.
Toji sees Megumi get along with you. He thinks that he can stay at the park and watch over you guys for just a little longer.
But as soon as the sun starts heading to bed, finding itself lower and lower in the sky, Toji stands up and calls for Megumi so that they can head home.
Before he gets the chance to run back to his dad, you tackle Megumi in a big hug, thanking him for spending time with you.
And again, after that, the two of you never see each other again.
And even as Megumi gets older, he never forgets you. He thinks back on that day, thinks about you, sending silent wishes to the universe that you were safe and well.
He found that you were part of one of his core memories. It’s one of those things that as he ages, it’s not at the front of his mind, but at random times, your chubby little eight year-old face flashes behind his eyes, and a feeling of appreciation swallows his chest.
He wonders where you are.
You are head over heels. Unabashedly enamored, ridden with lovesickness. All your smiles are shy and your skin heats up so quickly under his gaze– in any other case, you’d think you have a fever.
He watches with a smile as you duck your head down, keeping your eyes trained on the overgrown grass as you playfully groan, “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” He teases further. God, you have an iron grip on him and you don’t even know it. Megumi would do anythingfor you.
“Like– like—”
Like you love me.
Both of you know it. You love him and he knows it. He’s in love with you and boy, do you know it. It’s something that neither of you have confessed yet, burdened with irrational worries and fear.
Megumi wants to say it. He wants you (so badly).
But the world is kind of facing a crisis, and with the threat of war lingering on the corners of everyone’s mind, he’s not sure. He doesn’t want to promise you something and then be taken away from you. He is of age, after all. He cannot refuse to go.
So the two of you keep chasing each other, and although it is a little painful, it’s the type of pain that hurts so good. The two of you are in this masochistic cycle of getting so close– so close to a kiss, to a confession, and then one of you draws back, and you two spend your nights alone and dreaming about what ifs.
So you resort to something else, something that’s lame and obviously just a lie to hide your feelings.
“Like there’s something on my face.”
He wants to laugh at how avoidant you are. He knows what you’re itching to say, and you’re just so cute about it that he wants to scoop you into his arms and smush your face, kiss your cheeks and your lips and—
“Yeah,” He says breathily, “Lots of things on your face. Eyes, nose, mouth,” He lists, a smile growing when you look up at him with a scowl. You’re about to cut him off and tell him to quit being a smartass, but he takes your breath away before you can.
“Makes you real pretty.”
“Shutup.”
“Make me?” He tests, leaning down to try and catch the look in your eyes as you shyly turn your head away.
“Megumi!”
He laughs softly and makes the bold move of pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’re all frozen up and at a loss for words when he says let me walk you home.
He takes your hand in his and leads the way. You rest against his arm the entire time.
Weeks later, Megumi gets a notice– one he’s been dreading. His time is running out as he contemplates what to do, what to saywhen he finally faces you.
It’s a blur when he tells you he’s been drafted, your throat burning as tears cloud your vision. Megumi tries helping you breathe, holding your face so softly, whispering into your hair.
“I love you,” He says finally, closing his eyes when you hold onto him a little tighter.
“I love you so, so much– I’ll be home before you know it,” He promises; something that he was initially scared of doing.
I’ll come home. I’ll be back for you. Please wait for me.
The two of you spend the rest of his remaining time together before he leaves, drowning each other in whispered confessions and gentle touches, kisses, longing looks. A part of you loves it all the way the two of you can let it out at last, but you wish it didn’t have to be under these circumstances.
The both of you exchange letters while he’s away, and you find yourself staring at his handwriting with yearning. You also try to send him care packages as much as you can, tucking in things you think he’d like into the box before sending it away.
You send him a few polaroids of yourself. He sends back a letter saying he keeps his favorite in his pocket (right near his heart).
You almost cry. You miss him so much.
It becomes routine and soon you know exactly which days his letters should be arriving but for a while now, he’s been silent. You reread the last few letters he sent for any indication that he’ll have to pause for a while, or if there’s somewhere he has to be, but he hadn’t left any warnings or clues. So instead, you keep rereading what he’s already sent, a loving smile never failing to find its way onto your features. You daydream often about the life the two of you can start once he gets home.
A concerning amount of time passes and Megumi is still silent. You write him another letter, reminding him that you love and miss him, and that you always wish him the best, along with other little things about your days that he would typically ask about. Maybe, you think, if you send this one out, he’ll be reminded to write back (even though it’s a little odd that he forgot in the first place).
A few days later, a man in uniform shows up at your doorstep and delivers some heartbreaking news. You’re so shocked that you cannot even find it in yourself to cry, but you finally break when he tells you that when they found his body, he was holding a picture in his hand.
It was the photo of you.
“Your Highness,” Megumi calls out, trying to remain impassive.
You give him a disapproving look at the formality, but with his eyes, he points to the other people in the massive hallway, and your shoulders relax.
“Yes, Megumi?”
“The seamstress has requested to see you today.”
You don’t know how he does it. You don’t know how he can hide his emotions so well, how he keeps his voice calm and steady despite the way his heart falters inside his chest. You swallow down the lump in your throat– you know what you’re being requested for.
“Okay,” You say just for the sake of responding, waiting for everyone else to leave so that you can talk to Megumi in private.
Once it’s just the two of you alone, your weak composure falls. “I don’t wantto.”
He looks at you, eyes ridden with heartbreak.
“Megumi,” You plead, making your way closer to him and catching his fingers in your own. “Please. Please make it go away.”
Guiding his hand further up your body, you plan it right on your heart– right where it hurts.
It’s how the two of you end up in your bedroom, a verysacred space that usually no one else but you steps into, but Megumi’s been in here plenty of times. You always beckon him in, with your pretty smile and soft promises, and he just can’t deny your advances with the way he feels for you.
He noses at your neck, spreading kisses and soft little bites that make you gasp, his hands running up and down your arms, brushing against the sleeves of your elegant gown.
You remember that in the beginning, he was scared to touch you, like he’d be burned for laying his hands on someone as precious as you.
Now, he touches you with need and want, without a care in the world for your differences.
“Megumi,” You sigh out as he moves to cup your face, forehead pressed against yours.
“I’m yours,” You declare. “Only yours. My heart belongs to you.”
He stares at you, his face a mixture of sadness and love.
“I want to be with you,” You say, your voice cracking just a teeny bit. Megumi hates thinking about it, about the fact that you must leave him.
He knows he can’t promise you anything. He knows he cannot fight the man you are to be betrothed to, for he is only a humble knight in a castle full of royals. The both of you know that at this rate, you can neverbe together.
So instead of wasting his breath by telling you sweet lies that would only appease the pain for a limited time, he catches your lips in his and lets you melt into his touch, backing you up to sit on your bed.
Someone knocks on the door and you freeze.
“Your highness? The seamstress called for you this morning. Is everything alright?”
You’re about to swallow down your pain and give a strong Yes, but Megumi doesn’t stop at his actions, kissing up your neck and biting softly at the lobe of your ear, so your Yes comes out a little weak and choked out regardless.
“Your highness?” The voice asks with worry, leaning in closer to the door, “Are you sick? Do you need help? Should I come in?”
“No!” You cry out, grip tightening on Megumi’s sleeve as he bites down at your skin. You can feel his lips curl up into a smug little smile despite it all.
“I’m fine!” You insist, trying to hold back the gasps that beg to escape. “I’ll be there in a minute!”
You hear the person on the other side of the door walk away, the sound of footsteps growing quieter as you look up at Megumi with eyes that say You’re in trouble.
He laughs and dips down to kiss at your lips, softer this time.
“I love you,” He confesses against you, gently pushing your hair from your face. “Always.”
Your stern resolve crumbles once again and you let him kiss you over and over and repeat himself as he whispers to you, In every life, I will love you.
You replay his words in your head, heart aching to say the same thing now as you stand in front of the carriage you’ll be leaving your home kingdom in.
Megumi holds your hand and helps you up, thumb running over your fingers in a soothing manner, but he avoids your eyes. When you see him turn his head away from you, his eyes shine in the light.
You watch him from the carriage window as the door slams shut, craning your neck as far as you can to see him as he grows smaller and smaller the more the carriage is pulled away.
He wipes at his eyes with the back of his wrist before turning on his heel and walking back up to the castle.
As soon as he gets home, Megumi is greeted by the sound of traffic outside his window and his two big fluffy dogs that excitedly follow his every step and press their heads into his legs, asking for pets.
Despite the fact that he has two pups and a new plant every few weeks to keep him company (they always die, and he solemnly finds himself at the garden section again and again, silently promising to himself that this time it won’twither away), he feels a bit lonely.
It’s something he will never admit to his friends; Nobara has been excited recently over her steady relationship with Maki, and Yuji has been going on dates every weekend yet recently announced that this time he thinks he’s found the one– Megumi just thinks that this really isn’t the time to rain on everyone’s parade and say that his apartment feels much too cold and empty, and that perhaps his bed might just be a little too big.
He slinks down into his sofa and catches a soft light peering in from outside his window, following the trail of it till he sees the moon, sitting in the sky all pretty.
It’s a half moon– one side that glows softly, provides a gentle light that’s nearly drowned out by all the city light pollution.
Megumi knows there’s another half to the moon, concealed by the darkness and tucked away from everyone’s sight. He knowsit’s there. Everyone knows it’s there. It just can’t be seen, yet.
He wonders about the other half to his moon.
Your relationship with Megumi is… complicated.
It’s more like a situationship– that’s what Nobara calls it, anyway, when she gets angry on your behalf and tells you that he’s not worth it, it’s not even a relationship, baby– I hate to say it, but he’s just stringing you along.
You got upset at her; you knew she was telling the truth.
(When she saw your face fall, she apologized and kissed your head and told you she just didn’t like seeing you get hurt like that.)
You both want each other, that much is clear.
Although, sometimes, with the way Megumi acted, you really weren’t sure if he actually wanted to be with you or not.
He tells you he wants to be with you, but he’s just not readyyet.
It’s been months. Some days, you feel like you’re wasting your time, and then he ropes you back in with his fingers digging into your thighs and his unlimited knowledge of everything about you.
The two of you were best friends until you tumbled into this weird phasethingsituationship. You know him like the back of your hand and he, you. It’s hard to not fall for him– he can read you like a book, he can tell what you’re feeling and thinking without you needing to even say a single word. And when he can read you so easily, he knows what to do, and he’s always helping patch up your heart in ways that no one else can, because you’re just thatclose.
The dynamic you two share is something that takes years to cultivate, and you grip onto that fact so tight, you refuse to let it go. You want him; you wait for him. Even as the days blended into weeks and then months and nearly half a year– half a year of waiting for him and making uncomfortable jokes about how funny your little… thingis in hopes that he gets the hint and finally just makes you his.
The thing is, Megumi is painfully aware. Some days he wakes up and sends you long messages apologizing for how long he’s taking and how you deserve better. But you don’t want better, you want him.The two of you are so emotionally invested and codependent on one another that you do not dream of leaving him, and even if he encourages you to find someone better, he really doesn’t want you to.
It’s a weird, toxic little game, and Megumi hates himself for it.
He wants to be with you, he’s just scared.
He’s scared of the type of commitment that comes with a solid relationship. He’d grown up watching his father go through women like cigarettes, and with a perception of relationships so warped, he’s scared that he’ll hurt you.
(He already is. Has been for a while, really).
It’s so easy to ignore the pain when the two of you are together, shyly sharing sweet nothings or biting at each other’s lips to muffle your sounds. Megumi does spoil you rotten with lots of attention and trinkets and things you mentioned you liked oncebefore he made sure it was in the palm of your hands. You never worried if you were the only one in his life— you definitely were.
He was just so flakey sometimes, avoiding you when he knew that you’d pop the infamous question of what are we?
It lingers on your tongue now, as he cuddles into your side and calls you sweet things like babyandprincessandmy love. He tells you he loves you, too.
And then he subtly reminds you that he’s still not ready yet.
“Missed you today,” He says sleepily into your sweater, hand coming up to caress at your face, thumb running along your jaw. “You’re on my mind all day when I’m at work– you make it real hard to focus.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” He sighs dreamily, “Always thinking of you. My favorite girl.”
Your heart twists as if it’s protesting, don’t give me false hope.
You only hum in response, and he looks up at you confusedly. Usually, you’d get all bashful and tell him to stop it, and he’d only go further, loving how vulnerable you get with him.
“Something wrong, baby?”
“No,” You breathe out softly, carding your fingers through his hair. “Just a little tired. Missed you, too.”
Megumi offers a tiny little smile, but his heart knows that something isn’t right.
His heart also knows what exactlyisn’t right, but he doesn’t want to face that right now.
You keep putting up with his antics before you start getting yourself ready to cut things off. When you think about it, it seems easy and painless– a simple confrontation that he’ll understand the reason behind, and then the two of you can go your separate ways.
But when you get ready to actually doit, you fold. You think it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever bring yourself to do.
You know you should end things now. He’s wasted months of your time and will probably keep at it if you don’t put an end to it. He’s held you back in so many ways– never intentionally, of course, but with his flakey promise of one day being yours, you find yourself a little less social and outgoing and eager to meet new people because, well, he’ll be yours one day and there’s no point in searching for others.
(You should’ve known that that ‘one day’ will never come).
Nobara hypes you up endlessly, sending you long paragraphs while she’s on break at work, telling you that you live for you and you’re the baddest bitch; always something along those lines. Truthfully, it does help you feel better, and when she sends you a playlist full of Megan and Nicki songs, you think Yeah, fuck him!
And then he messages you that he was thinking of you today, that he misses you, he loves you, he wants to hang out soon, he got a little locket with his initial on it for you.
And oh, your heart plummets.
But you cannot backpedal your way out of this. You’ve already spent enough time asserting yourself and you would hate for Nobara’s motivational speeches to go to waste.
You should also hate for more of your time to be wasted and for your feelings to keep being played with, but for some reason you tend to brush that one off. Facing Nobara is more of a consequence than facing your own feelings.
When you meet up with Megumi, he’s got this endearing little smile on his face as he plays with the chain of the locket, the gold of it slipping in and out of his fingers loosely, the heart of it heavy in his palm. He catches you walking closer to him and lights up, sees how emptyyour neck looks, and thinks that yes, this locket and perhaps a few of his own personal marks on you should do good.
You’ve got a sad smile on your face when he holds it out to you and starts talking.
“Thought you’d like this,” He starts, and just the sound of his voice could be enough to reel you back in. “Let everyone know you’re mine.”
You’re mine. A few months ago, the phrase would’ve made your heart go wild and you’d actually believe that he means it this time, that the two of you are official and he’s finally making themove.
But now, you know better. You know he just wants to say it, you know he wants you to be his without the actual commitment and label and relationshipbeing part of it.
“You like it?”
Megumi steps closer, holding the necklace open so that he can clasp it around your neck, and you falter.
“Yeah,” You croak before clearing your throat, “Yeah, ’s really pretty, Megumi.”
He gives a little smile, arms nearly wrapping around you to get the necklace on, but you softly push his wrists away and step back, creating a little more distance.
“Actually…” You start, swallowing down your fear and hesitation.
“I kinda wanted to talk… to you… about something.”
His brows furrow and his hands lower, “What’s up?”
You replay everything Nobara has told you, all those song lyrics about letting go, and take a deep breath. You know you have the chance to change the topic or bring up something totally unrelated, but you cannot betray yourself now.
“I think we should end… this.This… thing. Us, I mean. We should stop.”
Your voice cracks towards the end, and you’re positive that Megumi can see the cracks through your ‘tough’ facade. He can see through anything.
He knows it’s killing you, and it’s killing him too. He thinks you’re joking at first, thinks you’re trying to pull his leg so that he can hurry up and make it official already, but you don’t say anything after, and with the way that you look like you’re about to cry; he knows you’re serious.
“Oh,” He lets out.
“Yeah,” You start, sadness transforming into frustration. “I’ve waited long enough. It’s been months,Megumi. Months of just sitting around waiting for you to finally be mine, but all you do is say you want it and then act dumb and tell me that you’re not ready yet– as if you’ll ever be ready. I’m tired of just, just—”
“Waiting for me.”
“Yes,” You breathe, pushing down the guilt you feel.
He clears his throat and avoids your eyes, fingers curling around the heart locket.
“Yeah,” He finally croaks out. “I understand.”
The night ends after the two of you awkwardly try to discuss (more like choke out) that maybe you can try again later. Maybe, with time, the two of you can come back to one another and things will reallywork out. Megumi means it. You just agree to alleviate the pain.
Megumi tells you, before you say goodnight and leave, that maybe in another life, everything played out smoothly. Perhaps everything went right– the way it should. You gave him a dry laugh and said yes, maybe, in another life simply to emphasize that it can happen in any timeline except this one.
You and Yuji simply look perfect together.
And it’s been like that for years– for forever, Megumi thinks. Even as all of you get older, as life gets busier and adulthood and age consumes all of you whole, Megumi will always think about how great the two of you are together.
When he was younger, it was harder to hide the love that came across his eyes whenever he looked at you. He thinks he’s mastered the skill of keeping it secret, of hiding his feelings, but they slip out sometimes.
He just loves you too much. He always has.
He hates that you never notice, and he hates that Yuji just trusts him so much. When he leaves the room and the two of you are alone— God, heaven forbid that Yuji finds out what runs through Megumi’s mind. His best friend just trusts him so fucking much that some nights, he wishes that he be a little more skeptical, a little more cautious of the distance between you and Megumi, that he’d make it a little more clear and firm that you are already in a happy relationship.
But Yuji’s so full of love and trust that he doesn’t mind at all; not when Megumi lets his hands linger on your arms, when he gets a little too excited at the opportunity to fix your necklace or your coat, the way he’s the first on his feet and volunteering to help you with anything you need. No, Yuji doesn’t mind any of it at all, and Megumi is always facing an inner battle of respecting unspoken boundaries or pushing it. Some days, he wonders how you would respond if he made a move. A sliver of his heart truly, intuitively believes that you’d reciprocate.
Yuji’s face flashes in his mind and he reminds himself that it’s wrong,and then he reprimands himself and goes on some mental lecture on morality and all of that other bullshit that Megumi really wishes didn’t matter. The darkest parts of him don’t really care, but they’re dark and hidden away for a reason many reasons, really.
He loves you, he loves Yuji. He is boundlessly thankful for the dynamic you all share, for the loyalty that has remained strong throughout years of friendship, for the way you two still think about him and include him in things and invite him over and share news with him; he’s thankful for the sense of safety and family that you two provide, and he cannot ruin it all with his feelings. It’s something he has to deal with.
Deal with it, he reminds himself when he can overhear the two of you giggling and whispering to each other in your kitchen, trying to keep quiet out of courtesy. Megumi appreciates it, but it still hurts when Yuji whispers something about loving you into your ear and Megumi hears it loud and clear. He always pretends he’s not paying attention; he deals with it.
He deals with it when he calls your phone and Yuji answers instead, sounding breathless and joyful but also slightly impatient like he interruptedsomething. He deals with it when Yuji asks if only the two of them could hang out, only to be lured into the jewelry store and asked for help in picking a ring. He deals with it when you call him and squeal into his ear about your engagement, deals with it when you ask what color you should get your nails done for the big day. He so badly wants to say his favorite color; he knows you’d go through with it, after all. But with an ache in his heart, he mutters Yuji’s favorite color over the line and in return gets a big happy thanks from you and what sounds like a kissy noise before you hang up. He deals with the fact that that’s the closest to a kiss from you he will ever get.
He deals with it when you invite him into the dressing room and ask him if the dress is okay.Megumi deals with not being able to sneak up the long, pretty skirt and give you the orgasm of your life and then kiss you so sweetly afterward. He deals with saying Yeah, so breathless and awestruck that it’s all the confirmation that you need.
That’s all his life consists of– dealing, dealing, and dealing with it. Yearning day after day, always from afar, alone with his wishes of you by his side.
And he knows his fate is sealed, that he has to deal with it just a little bit more, as he watches from the side– watches as you tear up and recite all your sappy little vows to Yuji, as the ring slides onto your finger and two of you go in for a kiss.
Deal with it.
Megumi finds that he experiences deja vu often; a little too often. Often enough to be concerning, often enough for him to actually delve into the spiritual twitter threads that read ‘different types of psychics!’ with a bunch of sparkle and glass ball emojis trailing after. He swears (to himself– he never tells anyone else) that he has dreams of the days ahead, and they play out exactly how they went in his sleep. It’s odd, but gives him some sort of confidence in his intuition (or whatever it is), and he’s good at predicting lots of events. It comes naturally to him.
He sees a memory of the present moment flash in the front of his mind again as he sits across Gojo in a restaurant booth. The colors, the feeling, the smug little look on Gojo’s face as he watches the waitress approach the table from behind him. He sees this sort of sparkle in Gojo’s eye and, suddenly, he sees that something very bad and embarrassingis going to happen.
You approach the table, ask them what you can get them to drink. Megumi asks for water, Gojo asks for something with a hint of alcohol. Megumi senses he’s gonna pull something corny, and he does.
I guess I just look so young and charming, he chimes after you ask for ID.
You laugh; it’s forced. Megumi knows.
When you walk away, Megumi nearly tells Gojo to not start,but the man beats him to it and lets his comment slip anyways.
“Real pretty. You should ask her out.”
Right, Megumi thinks.
Gojo makes another comment about how he should reallyshoot his shot this time calls it intuition.
Yeah, intuition.
What happens next is a series of events that could not only be predicted by Megumi because of his weird little psychic moments– no, anyone who knew Gojo could easily guess what would happen.
The white haired man starts prying,asking you old you are, if you’re studying. You give him a weary smile and glance towards Megumi as if he’ll do anything, or maybe to just check out the duo, see if they’re both a little… odd.
You see Megumi give his friend a death glare of sorts, and when you walk away, you swear you hear a faint Will you knock it off? You’re freaking her out.
When you come back to collect all their dishes, you see a hefty tip tucked under one of the napkins as if to hide it. You’re appreciative of the sneaky move; you’re sure that if anyone else got a peek at the wad of cash, they’d snatch it from your table.
Unknowingly, a sound of surprise slips out of your mouth as you hold the cash close to you as if it’ll disappear, poofing into a bunch of little sparkles and leaving you emptyhanded.
But it doesn’t; it’s real, it’s cold hard cash that’ll help you generously,so you smile all bright and stuff it in your pocket, looking around to make sure no one sees.
As you turn your head, you spot him looking at you. The cute boy with dark hair, the one that told his weird friend to knock it off. And you catch him smiling, even though it’s soft and easy to miss because of the awful lighting.
You make your way towards him, and Megumi freezes up, already stuttering before you can even get to him as he glances to the exit and sees that Gojo is already gone. He still has a chance, a chance to leave, to slip past all the people walking in and being one of those “good samaritan” people that you meet only a few times in an entire life.
You catch him before he goes and he opens his mouth as soon as you do.
“Thank you—”
“I’m sorry—”
You laugh and gesture for him to go first, since what he had to say seemed far more important.
“I, uh,” He starts, dumbfounded at how pretty you look.
“I’m sorry for his behavior, he’s just… getting old, I guess.”
You laugh again and Megumi thinks that if he has to make jokes at Gojo’s expense just to hear it, then he’ll do it again. (And again, and again.)
“It’s fine. Kinda worth it, I guess.” You say with a knowing smile, patting your apron pocket.
“I was wondering,” Megumi starts before he can stop himself, and he wants to eat up his words so badly,wants to say just kidding! wants to say oh, nevermind, before granting you a goodbye and leaving the eatery.
“Do you… Are you…?”
You nod and lean forward a little to show him that you’re listening, you’re ready for whatever he’s gotta say, but the way you come in closer has his mouth drying up.
“Can I… have…?”
You’ve got that knowing smile again, and Megumi knows that you know how much he’s struggling and what he wants to say. You’re teasing him, he thinks– the look in your eye, that pretty but sly little smile– but with the way it makes his stomach feel like it homes the sun, he doesn’t mind. In fact, all he can think about is how he mustget you back. This little game here cannot end tonight. He hopes that sometime later this week, maybe he can make you feel the sun in your stomach too.
“Yes,” You suddenly say, having mercy on him and pulling a pen from your apron. “Do you still have your receipt?”
“Huh?” He blurts, but pulls the crumpled piece of paper out from his pocket anyway, handing it to you.
Pressing the paper to the palm of your hand, you jot down your number. And although it’s a little wobbly, and most definitely crooked, it’s clear enough so that he can read it and type it into his phone later on.
“So,” He says as he takes the paper and stuffs it back into his pocket. You can feel how nervous he is; he avoids your eyes, keeps clearing his throat, opens and closes his mouth over and over again like he’s scared he’s gonna say something to drive you away.
“So,” You repeat, eyes searching his face in hoops that he’ll look at properly.
He does, as soon as you say I’ll see you soon. And oh, his eyes are full of delight and surprise and he really does look so lovely.
“Yeah,” He starts, sounding like he’s thinking of something else, like his mind is elsewhere. “Yeah.”
After that, Megumi finds that he can’t exactly predict how things will go anymore. He no longer has dreams about the days ahead, he doesn’t go through vivid cases of deja vu– meeting you was like jumping into the unknown, as if in his past lifetime, he’d done something different.
But as he looks at you now, sleeping next to him after you had insisted on cuddling and looking at the moon through his window, he has no regrets about stepping into that new territory, the unexplored corners of his life. You help him light the way, after all; his half moon.
SUMMARY → where getou can not stop talking about the beautiful future sorcerer he shares his classes with
PAIRING → getou suguru x fem!black!reader
GENRE → fluff, drabble
MASTERLIST→ if you want to read other works of mine
A/N → because you can not fucking tell me he would not like black woman, we are fucking gorgeous. all of them wouldAND they would write poetry about them!
“NO, YOU DO NOT understand! She is so perfect, it makes me want to cry.” Getou sighs out, not being able to hold it in anymore.
Humming, his friend takes his eyes off the training fields and glances at his friends, “Yeah?” he asked.
“She is smart, her technique is fucking crazy and this is just the start of her journey. I could bet money on her being one of the greatest sorceres ever.” he says, unconsciously a smile takes over his features as he thinks about her.
Holding his hands up, he tries to find the words to make his friend understand how perfect this one person is, “And it is all packaged in this beautiful body. The way the sun touches her skin and it just observes it like nothing I have ever seen before.”
“And when she smiles…” he throws his head back. Leaning on the stairs, spreading out his lips as a grin takes over his face, “it’s… It’s like the whole world smiles with her.”
“She is so gentle, and soft. Kind… and easily scared. It gets wounded just like all of us, and when I see it I just.”
Having Gojou hum, he tilts his head to wait for what he has to say, “Want to be a simp?” he teases. Receiving himself a kick to his leg, “There are more women in the world than just ( Y/N ).”
Ignoring his friend, he looks up again. Letting out a dreamy sigh at the mention of her name, “I would do anything to protect her. If there was a way for me to make sure curses could never hurt her, I would take it in a heartbeat.”
Faux whipping noises ring his ears, making him sit up. Glaring softly at the blue-eyed sorcerer, “She was right, we should bully people with blue eyes.”
/…fluff, cuddles, satoru got a large sweater for you to slip underneath and cuddle
Playing with Suguru’s hair as he lays his head on your stomach. His chest resting on your legs, while you sit on Satoru’s lap. You twirl a long strand of Suguru’s hair which is reaching his butt.
Bits of Suguru’s large tattoo if half decayed dragon show through his long hair. And he shivers when you trail your fingertips along the inky lines. You open your mouth expectantly right before Satoru touches the tip of a chocolate covers strawberry to your lips.
Suguru slowly pushes himself up, making your hand slid up his toned back to his broad shoulder. As he looks up at you, you tuck long strands of his hair that hang in his face behind his ear while he says, “Must the two of you always bring out the large oversized cuddle sweater?”
Satoru grabs another strawberry and holds it out to Suguru as he says, “I think Suga is jealous that I have your skin pressed on mine and I get to hold you closer.” Suguru grabs Satoru’s wrist and softly bites into the fruity sweet being offered to him.
You lean down to kiss Suguru’s forehead before twisting in the large sweater to kiss Satoru’s cheek. While he reaches for another strawberry off the sidetable pushed in front of the sofa for easier access to the plethora of sweats Satoru brought home.
Suguru’s scoffs, “Please, she would slip out and come cuddle me without the sweater if I asked.” He leans in and gives you a sweet, slow chocolate flavored kiss. Before he pulls away and kisses your nose, as he slips his hand under the sweater to softly message your soft belly, which is one of his favorite parts to lie on.
Suguru pulls away and grabs a small cookie as you suggest, “Or we can get a bigger sweater for Suguru to fit.” Satoru underneath you jolts with excitement and he goes,
“Mmmm!” before he swallows his food and finishes by saying, “this is why we married this woman.”
Suguru smiles up at Satoru and then looks down at you, the two people in this world that keep his head on his shoulder and make him forget about the workday. Your soft smile, and warm eyes, alongside Satoru’s large goofy grin and being able to see his bright blue eyes after he had his blindfold on all day.
Suguru wants underneath the sweater, but he didn’t want to admit it, so he says,“We could just wrap a blanket around the three of us.” Satoru slides his hand down your side softly squeezing every time his hand drops, going down to your hips before sliding his hand back up. They always gave the best cuddles.
note 1: this is my entry for my lovely @kshira’sfriends with benefits collab ! hope u all like it ✦
note 2: click here to listen to the song that inspired this whole thing. yes, i headcanon yuuji as a 2000’s kid and a die hard limp bizkit fan
note 3: tagging @yuujispinkhair bc i know you love yuuji just as much as i do, hope u enjoy it ! have a nice one <3
-hey, can i grab one of your shirts?-
you were both naked, smooth skin gleastening with a sheer layer of sweat that stayed over your bodies as a reminder of the previous heated encounter you just shared
a blush appeared in yuuji’s face when he found himself longing on your bare chest. so he looked away, realizing he had been shamelessly staring at you
it was an inescapable situation. nothing new, really. but certainly no less special to him. it has happened a thousand times by now, and even when everything was supposed to be just sex, there were feelings all over his mind and heart, and it was just too late to try and stop them from growing. so he’s been trying to keep it all down, all serene. as if a complete chaos didn’t happen inside his being every time you stayed overnight
-you don’t even have to ask me- his tone was smooth, still submerged in the bliss of the moment. while now, carefully observing the textures of the ceiling of his room. keeping himself occupied to ignore the desire he had to avert his gaze
-even the limp bizkit one?- you bit your tongue at the end of the question. it might seem as something simple, but that old piece of clothing meant way more than what it actually should
because your friendship comes from years back, years in which you were totally irrational, basically in the middle of puberty. and it was an unfortunate period, yes, but you could always count on each other. the bond has remained strong until today, and of course, with the addition of a couple of things that you never thought you’d be capable of doing together as thirteen year-olders
fucking, for example
-sure. just ‘cause it’s you-
you grabbed your panties from the floor and slipped them back on, walking to one of itadori’s drawers to grab what you were looking for
a black oversized shirt with the image of one of the band’s album cover on the front. the figures of five bald creatures over a pile of sausages just slightly vanished from all the use over the years. it’s yuuji’s absolute favorite
chocolate starfish and the hotdog flavored water. limp bizkit
you fucking hated that name
but nevertheless, you put it on and walked towards the bed where he was laying, taking little jumps and modelling it for him. he smiled brightly at you, leaning on one elbow to be able to see you better
-how do i look?- after a few more ridiculous poses, you climbed back to yuuji’s side and straddled his hips
-it fits you way better than me- he exclaimed breathless, while the blush returned to his cheeks and ears. but that was not the only thing he found difficult to hide, the look that escaped from his infinite brown eyes only showed how much he was devoted to you, to your whole being
-of course it does. when i see you wearing it, i automatically think of high school and i feel sorry for your poor self- unfortunately, you never saw it cause it’s something you are used to. because “a twinkle in the eye is just a twinkle in the eye”,you just laughed and rolled with him in the sheets. never noticing
all a game to you, all friendship. as it should be for him too
-hey!-until he was the one on top now, and all the playful aura was minimized to your cheek being caressed with one of his long fingers and the tucking of your disheveled hair behind your ears, tenderly
itadori always gives the impression of being very rough with everything he touches. ever since he was a little boy, his hands have been scarred from all the times he’s been too harsh with something. but with you, he has always been delicate
in all those nights where he held your nude figure under his, breathing in your ear, calling your name in a murmur. the times he held your hand for no particular reason while you walked together. the times he hugged you for your birthday, or when you accomplished something important, or when you reunited after weeks of not seeing each other, or when you cried
he always takes you in the most fragile way he can manage. because if he does it abruptly, his heart is convinced that you will break into pieces, and he will never be able to grasp you again. that is why he takes care of you, as he has never taken care of anything. that is why he loves you, like he’s never loved anyone
even though he is aware you don’t really feel the same
-do you remember the day you got this shirt?-
he smiled at the memory and kept on listening to you. blocking all the crescent bad thoughts from his head, as he was used to
-when we ran under a scorching sun, one of those days of our summer vacations to go and get the newest released cd from this band at a record store that was at the other side of town, because you couldn’t stop bothering me?- -of course i do! is still the best album i’ve ever heard. and the shirt was on sale! it was totally worth the 27 calls i made to your house to wake you up- you pinched his arm and he shivered, holding in a smirk. he is fine with this, his brain screamed, this is enough -my mom is still mad at you, by the way. and all because you were in love with fred durst, you freak- -i still am! i wanted to be like him so bad when we were on high school- at least he admitted it. laughter bubbled up effortlessly, between the pillows of the bed, filling the room with am unexplainable serenity -oh yes, i remember. you never took off this shirt, wearing those awful baggy pants, and that red MLB hat placed backwards on your head- it was painful to the sight to even think about it, abominable, a disaster, a halloween costume gone wrong used as a daily outfit -dear fuck, i forgot about the hat- you laughed together once again and he hugged you by the waist, hiding in the crook of your neck to bask in your scent one more time. while his brain shouted about this being enough, his heart refused it and went louder
if only you knew
and you could, you really could knoweverything. all about the desire in his soul, the way he’s been feeling for as long as he can remember
but he also found himself in denial. he was not interested in ruining what you have. it’s all casual to you, you are basically best friends and you’ve been fuck buddies for a while now. it’s great this way. why messing it up?
cliché feelings are for the weak, right?
-you know, jokes aside- even when he’s become an expert at hiding his emotions over the years, there are times when he can’t help but be honest with you. yuuji is like that, expressive, kind. and sometimes, he ends up hurting himself -i’m really glad you were the one i share those memories with. that cd really has some special tunes and you listened to all of them for me- the one, he was referring to that song. he always listened to it and thought about you, about how he meant every lyric, how he believed you were the one for him. but he never talked more about it, about it’s meaning
because, even if he never told you explicitly, the first song he asked you to listen to was that one. covered under the pretext that he really liked that “it was different from what he used to listen” and a bunch of lies that he doesn’t even remember anymore. not a single clue about what he truly meant, that he was dedicating it to you. but still, he was hoping you’d maybe notice by yourself, just like now
you are his everything already, you just haven’t realized it yet
and it’s probably better if it remains like that
-yeah, no problem. i’m glad about it too- and after that, a minimal silence stood as a thin barrier between the two of you, comfortably. for a second, itadori was afraid that his thoughts were so loud that they could be heard and echoed in the said barrier. but before it could happen, he got interrupted
-yuuji-you whispered poking his ribs, earning his attention once again -hm?-looking down at you, he waited for your response, now calmly. with you in his embrace, he felt like floating. if only things were always like this, if only you were entirely his
-you still have it?- your eyes were glowing while staring at yuuji’s face, in an expectant way. sitting up and smiling brightly -the cd?- he mentioned, as he sit up too, to be at your level. always searching for your proximity, for your warmth. and you nodded at his question -of course i do, it’s my favorite after all-
his favorite because of all your memories together. afternoons in his grandfather’s house when you were younger, walking home together, making schoolwork and failing math tests, eating cold noodles at lunch, sharing songs and dancing foolishly in his room at midnight
then going to college, your awkward first time together and the nice ones that came next, the way he trembles lightly when he finishes and the way he loves to hear you moaning his name, how your hands always dance around each other, spending days in his apartment, still eating cold noodles at lunch and still dancing foolishly all over his room at midnight. it’s you, it’s always been you
-so, can we listen to it together again?-
and he thought to himself again, this is fine,
this is enough for me
understanding everything has never been my deal maybe you have crossed my path to live inside of me or maybe you’re the reason why i’m losing all my decency but
i believe that you and me we could be so happy and free inside a world of misery and i believe that you and me we could be so inside of you, inside of me ‘cause this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one
i want you to stay and blow me away, away, away, away
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who is nice to everybody, especially to his students. He loves giving stars and compliments to his students on their little achievements. Got a perfect mark on a test? you got a star on your hands. Finished coloring the activity too early? you got a star on your wrist. Done Memorizing the first 10 letters in the alphabet you got a star on your cheeks.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who notices every small detail on his students. He memorizes everything from head to toe. From the slight change in his students’ head accessories, the minuscule purple heart on his students’ new manicured small nails, to the tied ribbon knot on their shoelaces.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who loves giving flowers to his students. Choso has a small backyard in his house and he personally grows each flower to perfection. He wanted them fresh and free from any toxins so he never missed any day watering them. Choso especially likes giving dandelions, daisies, and lilies wishing all his students to grow with a very active and optimistic outlook in life. He loves children, he very much loves them treating each one as his kid.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who braids his students’ hair with the most gentle care, making sure to brush each tangled strand carefully without pulling the roots of their scalp. On top of the cute mermaid-style braid, he also likes finishing the look with a rainbow pin on both sides of the hair.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who Hugs and coos his students to sleep. After a long day of playing games, reading books, coloring pages from the worksheets, and singing songs, his students love it when he picks them up, rubs their backs, and coo’s them to sleep as they gradually close their heavy lids escaping their world on their dreamy land. Choso would then tuck each of his students on the thickly matted floor and kiss their foreheads before he begins his afternoon duties.
Kindergarten teacher! Choso where you decided to work as a cook in the daycare because the tall, dark-haired man you’ve got a crush on is working as a teacher there. Choso, that was his name, from the moment you saw him to the day you decided to work here you knew that there was something mysterious behind those dark orbs and you weren’t wrong. He was lovely in front of his students, always smiling, always laughing but he is a 360 degrees monster behind closed doors. He is a 30-year-old promiscuous man who plays roughly with several kinks. He loves doing it rough, sadistic. He is degrading, he seeks pleasures when you are struggling beneath him. He loves it so much when your knees are all bruised, eyes red and wetty, and lips are swollen while you are gagging on his cock struggling to take his length. He loves fucking your mouth deep, pushing your head down on his pubes until you are out of breath.
“F-fuck fuck I’m gonna cum and you’ll fucking take it all.” You can feel his cock throbbing as it pulses inside your mouth and just like that you felt your tongue full with thick ropes of cum. A mixture of bitter and salty, still trying to catch your breath, Choso grabbed your chin and watched your doey eyes glisten with tears and lips spilling his creamy-white seeds. You are attempting to swat his fingers on your chin and reach for a napkin to spit his seeds when he tightens his grip on yours and scrutinizes you under his dark lustful eyes. He then began to command you with his low deep voice.
“Swallow.”
Weak and shuddering under his gaze you began to follow his command mindlessly. You swallowed his semen while looking him directly in the eyes. Fingers catching his load that spilled past your lips and sucking them shamelessly. You heard choso laugh manically, his lips formed on a smirk as he stroked your head like his personal fuck doll.
“Good fucking girl.”
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who fucks you senseless and whispers dirty stuff in your ears while his students are fast asleep. your tears are rolling down on your cheeks eyes turned on the back of your head. Unable to think properly while his 3 fingers are knuckle deep on your hole and his cock on your ass. The lewd sound coming from your mouth and the slapping of skins is driving you crazy. You are so wet, so messy. Cheeks soaked from tears, tongue lolled out your mouth, body filled with sweat and pussy drunk from yours and choso’s cum. He was pushing both of your seeds with his fingers inside your cervix while fucking your tight ass hole. You can feel your stomach tighten ready to release another load yet choso is stimulating both of your holes without mercy.
“So fucking filthy, your such a fucking dirty girl. You like this right, getting fuck by me? Getting both of your holes fuck, God your such a slut!”
“C-choso too big I c-can’t anymore please, I’m gonna cum”
“Shut up slut be useful for once and take my cock like a good girl yeah?”
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who stuffs your dirty undies on your mouth to prevent you from moaning so loud. After tucking all the kids to sleep he went on his way to play his kind of games with you. He folded you on the counter, pushed your chest against the marbles of the kitchen, and gripped your waist tightly as he shoved his cocked on your pussy forcing you to take his whole length without prep. Jarred from the sudden force on your hole you reached for your pussy and began stimulating your clit to ease the pain on your hole and make you wet when Choso pulled your hair and whispered in your ears.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself? No, right? Then remove your dirty hands on your pussy or I won’t let you cum.” Cringed from the thought of not cumming you dispelled your fingers from your clit and painfully took choso’s thrust on your hole. He was ramming his hips so deep and so hard that you were unable to contain yourself and spilled a boisterous moan out on your lips so he gripped your jaw and shoved your dirty undies on your mouth.
“So fucking loud! Do you want to wake up my kids, you dirty slut?”
Kindergarten teacher! Choso who’s quick to shove you off his cock one time when a student came by the kitchen finding him after waking up from her sleep. Her hair was messy, hands rubbing the sleep on her eyes and mouth yawning. Afraid of being seen like that choso immediately pushed you off from his lap making you fall on the side. You were still shivering from his release, his semen spilling on your legs, breath still heavy, when he pulled his pants up and squeezed your ass one more time before catching his student in his arms. Fixing her messy hair and leaving small kisses on her temples.
“Teacher, what are you doing here?”
“Hmm, nothin princess, I was just asking y/n what meal we will be having today.”
“B-but we already ate our lunch, teacher!” Choso looked in your direction, delighted with your fucked-up state. Hair is messy, lipstick-stained on the corners of your mouth, clothes are crumpled and legs are shaking. He then formed an incessant smirk on his mouth before answering his student’s question.
“No princess, it’s for me. I haven’t had my dessert yet right, y/n?”
Summary: Sometimes happiness means Geto Suguru’s Happiness
Characters: Geto x reader
cw: angst, reader is crazy in love with geto, mention of death, minor manga spoiler
A/n: uhm, help me with the title pls?
“I trust him more than I trust myself.” At long last, you said it. The truth you have been holding that feels like ages. You always wanted to proclaim it, shove it to everyone’s face, and scrape it on your skin but what’s stopping you? Fear? Abandonment? Condemnation? Maybe, but now you won’t have to feel that. Not when you are ready to give up everything for him, ready to throw everyone else for him. For the scraps of his love and for the declaration on yours.
“Do you realize how crazy you sound right now y/n? he’s a goddamn serial killer wake up!” You said nothing but silence, unwary of the rage and disgust that your friend is offering you right now. Unhinged and stupid enough to understand the words she utter is reality. Unable to think properly whether the love of your life is a serial killer or a dejected son of God. It is a fact that he is a ticking bomb, a heartless mass murderer that killed hundreds-no thousands of people. He’s willing to kill everyone, even killed his own parents for his twisted morals. He signifies death, stinks of misfortune, and bleeds ruination but that didn’t matter because it didn’t scare you. He didn’t scare you, not a bit because you saw him differently. You saw him more than his violence, you saw him beyond his transgressions. They never saw him the way you saw him so they didn’t realize that those dull melancholy eyes were suffocating in pity. Those loneliest nights were his mind was destroying him doing the unthinkable and that of he’s just yearning for someone’s touch, someone’s warmth, and someone’s affection. Someone to tell him that he’s not alone and it will be okay. Those guilty hands and thorn heart that shouted truce where he wanted to stop but he couldn’t. How can you be truly scared of him when you saw him stripped naked with wounds covering his whole body, soul shattered to pieces, and mind covered in a vast darkness. He wanted to be saved but couldn’t. He just wanted to be free. Free of pain and free of terror and so he did.
“Your right, Maybe I am crazy, cuz I fucking love him no matter what you say and no matter what I do.”
“He’s just using you, you know that after he gets what he wants he’ll kill you. He’ll do it without a second thought.”
Your mind began to wonder at the thought of him, Geto Suguru, your master, the love of your life. You saw him at his lowest that facades his glory and you know what he feels inside. He wanted the truth. Freedom of fear, abandonment and death. He wants to be strong and to do that you’ll have to die. God, would you really deny him? Deny his will and candor? Can you say no to his glistening black eyes that cry out peace and unadulterated joy as he witnesses your dying body on the cold ground chasing the last second of your life with an imprint of his genuine buoyancy as he walks towards his eternal truth leaving you behind?
Your heart throbbed, soul faltering, just the slip of his genuine joy makes you weak and restless. If that gives him his freedom, his true happiness, and fulfillment then you’ll do it. You’ll do it in a heartbeat.
“I know and I’ll die on that day with a smile on my face because the person I love the most had at last reached his heaven thus, I did.”
written with my post-vaccine brain so judge me all you want :)
Did my breast get bigger? Looking at the mirror you gave your in front a thorough look, checking on every nook and cranny that somehow changes on your body. Gazing yourself, especially your breast intently in a full view mirror gives you a mixed feeling of dazed and confused.
“Was it really bigger? That can’t be.” You were not sure if you are seeing right but you think your breast got bigger compared to before. Given the fact that you need to use an extender now to hook your bra properly, the cup too came in useless because they aren’t covering much of your soul. Furthermore, the underwires were cutting quite a bit of your meat, leaving your skin itchy and sore. Still befuddled by the new changes you are seeing, you turned your body around to ask your boyfriend for his opinion.
“Hey, babe did my breast get bigger?” Your boyfriend-Gojo was laying down on your bed with his long slim legs on top of the other busy going through his phone when he detached it to look at you.
“Come again, sweetie?” You turned your body around facing him completely before you pushed your breast upwards while looking at him straight in the eye.
“I was just wondering if my breasts got bigger? What do you think? Did they get bigger?”
Gojo folded his arms around his chest, grin painted all over his face, blue eyes raking up on your body up and down. Liips drenched from all his licking before he situated his orbs on your breast boldly undressing you with a mere look.
“Yes baby, your breast certainly got bigger. And I did that to you so you should thank me for it.” Proud of his so-called achievement Gojo strolled towards you, a winning smile covering the entirety of his mouth, he grabbed your breast molding it with his palms like his own art piece.
“So you say baby, don’t you think I need a reward or something?” Tonic with his touch, you decided to play it off and get along with his sultry look, sultry voice, and sultry intention.
“Like what, gojo?” You know what he wants to do and you want to do it for him so you push yourself forward. Letting him feel your roundness on his chest.
“Like a boob job, sweetie. My cock pulsating between your breasts while I spill my cum all over your face. That’s only fair for saving you the money you could have used in a breast implant right?.” Defeated from gojo’s blatant discourse you decided to provide him the deed. He worked too hard to make this breast of your own, so he should definitely try how it works right?
❀Summary: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.
❀ Warning: possible (not major) spoiler for episode 18 (haven’t watched it yet but I read the manga)
❀ A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just had this scenario in my head right before I took a nap and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Feel free to tell me if you’d like too read a full imagine (that’s definitely better written)
✕ If you want a full imagine about this I’ll published it after episode 19 to avoid spoiling the manga. ✕
❀ Words:161
❀ Published:14.02.2021
Megumi and Kokichi were totally exhausted. Not being able to do even more damage against the curse Hinami. Kokichi breaking down to his knees, becoming unconscious. Megumi was to follow.
His legs were shaking before they gave in completely. This is when you came around. You grabbed Megumi from the behind, before he was able to hit the ground. Your right arm under his right arm, grabbing around his body. Your left arm on his left shoulder besides his head, pointing at Hinami. You had to protect Megumi if the curse in front of you wanted to attack again.
Your right arm supported Megumis weight. Slowly gliding to the ground with him. Your were now on your knees with Megumi laying against you almost unconscious. Your left hand still pointing at Hinami. “You have to get away from here Y/N. You don’t stand a chance against him. We’ll both die here if you don’t run!” “I’m not leaving you here, Megumi.”
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Bullet points with no names beside them means they’re free!
“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”
Imagine Nanami becoming completely and utterly whipped by the new manager at the school. They’re straight to the point, a hard-worker, efficient, and to top it off they’re easy on the eyes. It’s no surprise to anyone when Nanami starts requesting them instead of poor Ijichi. When the sorcerer finds out they collect stationery of all things he has to stop himself from asking them out then and there.
They’re exactly the type of person everyone expects Nanami to be into.
Gojo picks up on Nanami’s crush in record time. He starts off with teasing the man about his crush, then playfully flirting with the object of his affections. Nanami becomes increasingly annoyed, and tells the man to knock it off. However, he never touches the matter with his crush.
It isn’t until Gojo starts dragging them on all his missions does Nanami make a move. It’s one thing to taunt Nanami, but dragging them into you’re wild misadventures? That’s crossing the line in his book. Nanami is quick to apologize to them. He explains as to why Gojo has been dragging them on so many jobs which leads to a lackluster confession. It’s nothing special, but it still does the trick.
Confides to S/O about everything. She knows how to keep a secret, but everything goes through her S/O…No if ands or buts. She trusts their advice greatly! She also just likes to gossip with them.
Constantly drags S/O along on her shopping trips! If S/O enjoys to shop, they’ll be at it for hours. If they don’t, they’ll come to love holding Nobara’s bags.
When Nobara has a couple’s quarrel, it becomes everyone’s problem. She’s bitter, and downright nasty to everyone around her. Whenever she has an argument with someone, S/O is the first person she turns to, and since they’re the problem, her anger just builds up. She eventually caves and reconciles with S/O after a day or so of brooding.
Loves going to cafes and to buy the cutest sounding desert on the menu. Cafe dates are a constant. Whenever you catch Nobara on a day off, you’re bound to see her holding a frappe.
She’s the one that kills the bugs in the relationship. She complains the whole time saying they’re disgusting, but she gets the job done. However, she does get squeamish if they make a sound when she steps on them.
