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𝐒𝐡𝐡..𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐰..

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 -> 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 (𝟏𝟖+)

Tags: Porn with Plot, Two Shot, Female Reader, Canon Divergence, Getou is a teacher at JJT, Rough Sex, Office Sex, Almost Caught, Crying, Filming, Degradation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Making Out, First Time, Dirty Talk.

Word count: 5200~

[Cross-posted on Ao3]

Description: Getou sees how whipped his best friend was for the cute new office assistant. It's too bad that his best friend was also a total idiot when it came to romancing, so it's not Getou's fault if he got to fuck her first..

Romantically..

Over Gojo Satoru's desk.

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Getou pulled your hips down until you felt his own press into your ass, the unmistakable hardness beneath his pants telling you he was just as affected as you were.

.

.

.

“Or..you can beg me to fuck you silly, right here, right now.”

You blink up at him, not knowing whether to focus on ignoring the unbearable slickness- arousal pooling in your lower half, or on the audacity of this man, for making it seem like it was your idea, that you were the one that asked him to kiss you and touch you and make you like this.

“You’re fucking crazy..”

You decide that for better or worse, you were not about to defile your boss’s poor desk with his literal co-worker. You use the remaining strength in your arms to shove Getou’s chest, hoping to at least throw him off a little so you can get up. However, he hardly budged, chuckling under his breath about how adorable it was that you think you can do anything to him.

“Ohh.. am I now?”

You huffed in frustration, at how all you were doing was further humiliating yourself in front of the insufferably sexy man, and how your currently impure thoughts kept lingering on said man’s rock-hard chest underneath his office casual shirt, which you copped a good feel from during that brief moment of contact.

“Yes-”

Getou rolled his hips, the motion grinding into your dripping cunt, juices practically turning your panties translucent. It was nothing more than a flimsy piece of fabric now, and you wanted it off. Not that you can voice your requests, when you were busy moaning under Getou over a pathetic amount of friction.

“You shouldn’t be talking doll, not when you’re acting like a total slut, and we’ve hardly done anything yet.”

He smiles, a deep shade of rose dusting over what otherwise would’ve been a charming expression, dimples and all.

“Ah, I know. It’s cause you're used to Satoru already fucking his dick miles deep in you by now, right?”

Unholy images flash through your mind for a split second.

“S-Stop talking like that! It’s not true..”

Getou took the time to let his hand roam slowly up to your chest, cupping one of your breasts in his palm and gently giving it a squeeze.

“What isn’t? Hmmm?”

You turn your head to face away from him, with your cheek squishing against the wooden table as you stare forward at the blank wall to your right.

“I-I was just joking.. I didn’t sleep with Gojo-san.”

While you didn’t exactly see how the man reacted, you did hear his breath hitch as you both stilled.

“Listen Getou-san, it-”

The next thing you felt was him gripping your chin, turning your head over to catch you in another messy kiss. This time, it was a lot more aggressive, with Getou forcing his tongue inside to invade and dominate your mouth. He didn’t shut his eyes, holding your helpless, teary gaze threatening to droop, and proceeded to have a long taste of your sweet saliva, which escaped over the corners of your lips. He groans into you at some point, fondling the breast he held in his other hand. You felt nothing short of lightheaded, trembling beneath him as the hand suddenly reached the buttons of your shirt and tugs.

You knew what was coming, Getou made no indication of letting go of your mouth and stepping back to let you slowly take your clothes off. Of course, of course the way you're going to lose your best white collar shirt is from utter horniness.

“Mmph!”

You tried to protest against the man still holding you captive with his mouth, but a ripping noise along with the sound of buttons popping told you it was too late. However, Getou does finally part from your swollen lips.

“Holy shit..you really aren’t wearing a bra. I mean, I could kind of tell, since your cute tits got all hard before I even started playing with you..”

He smirks and then dives down again to flick his tongue over one of your nipples, the action causing you to whine, making you realize how sensitive your chest is.

“W-what! are you..doing?”

Getou looks at you but instead of responding first, he begins licking and sucking on your flushed breast. You gasp but then close your eyes, brows furrowed as you unintentionally indulge in the new sensation. It was wet..and warm, with Getou swirling his tongue and grunting every few seconds or so.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but everything felt so, so good.

“Ah..!”

Getou lets his teeth dig into your soft flesh, and he sucks harder after hearing you cry out. Your hand finds its way up into his head to grip on the dark locks, accidentally tugging off the band that previously held his hair together. Getou lifted his face from your heaving chest at the feeling of his bangs falling over his eyes. He stares into you and cleans the residue of saliva on his lips with obscene slurping noises.

“Ugh..you’re gross..” You try to avert your gaze to block out the sight of him acting so vulgarly.

“Yeah yeah, keep talking while you still can.”

You huff, which gave him even more pleasure in what he was about to do next. The pads of Getou’s thumbs graze over both sides of your hips, slipping under the cotton fabric of your underwear. He chuckles when you freeze, shooting him a threatening look.

“Do not. Rip these.” Your voice had as much bite to it as a growling puppy, trying to pretend you weren’t desperate for him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

“Relax, I won’t.” At those words, he surprisingly slips off your panties gently, over your legs until it rests in his hand. A wolfish grin takes over his smile as he observes the wet patch on the fabric, then, to your bewilderment, he slips them into his pockets.

You blush harder at that than over the fact that all your parts were completely exposed under him. Getou drags his eyes over your plush, dripping cunt, while you lie uselessly on the desk, waiting for him to make the next move..

“Are you a virgin?” He asks and you stutter, until he cuts you off again.

“Depending on your answer, I may or may not be nicer..Probably.”

You said nothing, only reluctantly nodding, praying that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to make fun of you and just get on with it.

“Oh no darling..” Despite his words, you saw his eyes gleam as you felt his hands creep in between your plush thighs, so close to where you needed him to touch but going no further to your frustration.

“You probably imagined your first time to be all romantic with your patient and loving boyfriend, but that’s too bad.. Sorry baby.”

You didn’t even care that he was just spewing some nonsense to patronize you, but when he retracted his hand from your legs is when you whine at the loss of contact. Through your clouded gaze, you see Getou step back from the desk. You were confused, hearing a little squeak, realizing that the motherfucker plopped himself on Gojo’s chair.

What was he doing?

You annoyingly lift your back off the table to silently glare at him in your sitting position. Getou ignored your grumpy look to take in your exposed and disheveled appearance, skirt rolled up above your hip bones to display your pussy, shirt half off your shoulders and doing nothing to hide your pretty tits. The only thing that was still properly on was your stocking, still hugging onto your thighs.

He wanted to take a photo so badly, and maybe he will. Later. After making more of a mess of you.

“Don’t just glare at me. Go on, prepare yourself.”

Getou propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, waiting for you to move.

“What?” You were stunned. Is he saying what you think he is?

He sighs dramatically, almost imitating how Gojo would.

“I’m telling you to fuck yourself open with your fingers. You have touched yourself before, right?”

It was way too humiliating. There was no way you could do that in front of him, while he..just watches. You cross your arms.

“You’re just going to watch?”

Getou tilted his head, amused.

“What? You want me to get some popcorn too?” He smirks and starts to stand up, causing you slight panic that he might actually leave, but he paused and sat back down again after seeing the cute worry on your face.

“Just kidding..but you better put on a show if you don’t want me to get bored.” Getou himself knew that he was never going to leave this room pitching a tent in his pants, but the bluffing seemed to encourage you.

“Fine..”

You spread your legs wide open, wrapping one arm beneath a thigh to lift it up to your chest, giving the man an eyeful of your twitching cunt. You slowly trail your other hand down until it reaches your sopping pussy, and you bite back a moan at the first touch. You used your index finger to rub a few circles into your aching clit, sighing at finally reaching some proper simulation.

“Don’t hold your voice back.” You hear Getou command.

You couldn’t even look at him right now, only focusing on yourself to forget the spectator that made you slick up even more. You continue to play with your dripping folds, whining at how much your pussy was throbbing. However, the pleasure didn’t make the embarrassment go away, knowing that Getou was burning the image into his mind. The squenching sounds you were producing didn’t make it better. But the thought of him watching..made warmth pool at the bottom of your stomach. You begin pushing a finger into your slit, whimpering at the intrusion, trying to wiggle the digit into your tight walls. After a little work, you were able to fully sink your finger inside, using it to try and loosen yourself a bit more. The second finger went in with a struggle, and you pant as you started trying to scissor yourself, stretching your cunt around your hand. It didn’t hurt too badly as you practically lubricated yourself with your own juices, and you pulled your fingers in and out, the lewdness of the entire situation making you tremble. What’s worse was that you felt your orgasm approaching, your breath becoming unsteady at the building pleasure. Getou must’ve been able to tell as well, as he groaned and you looked up to see him wearing a pleased expression.

“Are you going to cum?” He breaks the silence, eyes still focused on your hand.

You squeak at his voice, fingers stilling inside your pussy as you mutter a quiet yes. Getou hummed, his next sentence making you freeze.

“Take your hand out.” He got up from the chair and walked towards your shaking form, your teary eyes, along with a pout showing how betrayed you felt after all the effort you put in.

You didn’t pull your fingers out yet, but you didn’t dare move them against Getou’s word. Getou stared down at you with a pretend frown, wasting no time in grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand out himself.

“W-Why?” You ask brokenly, not wanting to wait any longer. You were so close, you just needed a little more to go over the edge, your pussy was fluttering around nothing and you were so, so empty.

“You can’t cum without my permission. Ask nicely, and I might let you.” Getou’s grip remained on your wrist.

You swear that you hate him. But apparently not enough to hold onto your dignity. You were too needy and too horny to care, you needed to cum now or you were going to burst out crying.

“P-Please..” You manage to squeeze out.

“What? You gotta use more than just one word, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

You really wished he wouldn’t make you spell it out.

“Can I..can I please cum? Please Suguru..” You knew that using his first name was going to rile him up, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to trap you between his arms against the desk, like earlier, hiding his face in your neck only to growl out,

“I change my mind, the only way you’re cumming is on my cock.” He pressed one last kiss on your throat, and pulled back to undress. You focused on the wall behind him, brain still trying to catch up on what he said and what he was going to do, when you heard the rustling of Getou taking off his belt. You were ashamed to get so excited at the noise, but you wanted nothing more for him to finally fuck you like he promised. Your eyes dart down when Getou unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock, standing tall with a few pearls of pre-cum on the tip.

You almost did a double take at his size, definitely way bigger than you expected. You didn’t have low expectations either, and you started to get a little nervous wondering how it was going to fit.

Getou hisses as he gives it a few strokes, then catches your eyes flickering toward his length shyly, unsure of what to do at that moment.

“Don’t act coy now, you can touch it.” He said as he took your hand into his, and wrapped it around his stiff cock, your soft palm driving him insane. Getou guided your hand up and down, shamelessly moaning while relishing in your slightly scandalized expression.

“It’s not going to fit..” You whispered.

“Yes it will.” He asserted, continuing the ministrations until suddenly pressing a thumb on top of your lips, pushing until you let him in.

“Mmph..?”

His index finger followed, the long digits stuffing to the back of your throat.

“Get them nice and wet for me princess, or I can’t promise this is going to be pleasant.”

You did your best in sucking and using as much saliva to cover his fingers, and when Getou was satisfied, he pulled them out to stroke at his cock again. You watched as your shining fluids covered his dick, anticipating how he was going to fill you with that monstrosity.

“Lay down.” His voice was strained, clenching onto his cock while eyeing your pretty, inviting pussy that begged to be fucked.

Your back met the cool surface of the wooden desk, glancing at Getou who situated himself between your spread legs. He roughly grabbed onto both your thighs, pushing them to press against your chest until the heels of your feet touched his shoulders. He then took his cock, sliding it against the lips of your pussy, not yet entering, but teasing you. His hot length felt agonizing against your cunt, and you whined at the delicious friction.

“Hurry..” You rushed him, Getou’s slow movements were making you more impatient. He only tsked, shaking his head at you like you were a naughty child.

“Didn’t I teach you to be polite?” The annoying bastard still had it in him to wait, which made zero sense to you as his eyes were nearly feral staring down at you. You didn’t have the same self control though.

“Please! Please, just fuck me already..”

“As you wish.”

It wasn’t hard to convince him this time, and if Getou hadn’t started to press his tip into your entrance, you would’ve thought he enjoyed cockblocking himself. Your breath hitched as he slowly sunk in, having a little difficulty although you made sure to stretch yourself as thoroughly as possible.

“Holy shit, you are tight.”

He was surprisingly gentle, softly rocking into you a few times to fit the rest of his pulsing cock. Your hands scramble for something to grab on, but there is only paper surrounding the desk with some pencil holders.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

You obeyed without hesitation, attempting to grab onto his broad shoulders, but a sudden hard thrust had you shrieking, latching onto the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Getou hushed you, whispering that it was going to be okay and little apologies for what he did. There was a stinging pain but also a feeling of satisfaction after all you’ve done to reach this point. Your thighs trembled around his hips, and the overwhelming full feeling confirmed he was now completely sheathed inside. Getou’s hands grabbed onto your waist harshly, enough that you were sure it was going to leave marks the next day, and he grinds into you as you both consecutively moaned. He begins moving a little when your breathing steadies, making sure not to go too fast at first.

“Fuck.. you’re clenching me so well..it’s hard not to destroy you right now.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling Getou drag his cock in and out, brushing perfectly against your pussy walls. Soon enough, the pain had melted away into hot, burning pleasure, and you were unable to stop the tiny, slutty noises escaping your lips. That only seemed to encourage him to go faster, his hips slamming into your squelching cunt, producing slick that smeared on his pelvis. The sensation was mind-numbing and the downright dirty act had tears streaming down your face, feeling so guilty of what you were doing on Gojo’s desk, but so good you almost wish he was here to see you debase yourself as nothing more than a filthy whore.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” Getou asks without stopping, fucking you at a beyond leisurely pace.

You let a few more moans, unable to form a single coherent word, eyes glazed over and mind far gone. But to answer his question, you were thinking about nothing but dick. Dick that you had and dick that you wish you did. You hear Getou laugh, and one of his hands leaves your hips to fumble around in his back pockets. You didn’t know what he was searching for until he pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it with a quick swipe. You should’ve been embarrassed and even concerned, but you just didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was that he continued to fuck you with his thick cock.

“Last week. I heard..fuck, that you and Satoru went on a little movie date.”

You were confused, why was he bringing this up? It didn’t matter that Gojo just happened to invite you to the movies since he said he had extra tickets, nothing mattered when Getou was here and the one fucking your brains out.

“I was really upset you know, that I wasn’t invited.”

You babbled something in response about how it was just on a whim, and that it wasn’t a date.

“B-But.. It looks like this time..Satoru is the uninvited one.” Getou leaned his upper body over yours, unintentionally pushing his cock further in, to prop his phone up against a framed photo with three people, which you had learned from Gojo it was from his high school days.

“Ahn..!”

Getou’s eyes trail down on your face to shoot you a mischievous look, before gripping your hips again to begin to pull out. You had thought he would begin moving again, so it confused you to no end when you suddenly felt fully empty. You let out another noise in protest, about to question him, but you don’t get a chance as you are flipped over on the desk , having your chest pressed against the smooth wood and ass held up by Getou. Your eyes flicker forward, blinking towards how you were positioned aligned to the entrance of the office, in perfect sight to anyone that could walk in and see you getting railed from behind by your boss’s best friend. However, that wasn’t the only thing that caught your eye. Diagonal from where you were lying, you see Getou’s phone resting on the framed photo, with your messed up reflection staring right back.

“Y-You’re recor– A-ahn!”

Your voice cuts off as Getou sunk his cock back into your pussy, from this angle it hits so much deeper than before and so, so much more sensitive against that one spot. Your mouth falls open with an unexpected moan, your body frozen and trembling and utterly struck with a sensation that slapped all the thoughts out of your mind.

“Oh? Here?” Getou starts moving to confirm his thought, and he was right as the sounds you made pitched higher and higher, your arm failing back to try and grab at his hold on your waist. Your efforts were dismissed easily as one of his hands gripped yours, pinning it back on the table

“Nope, be good and look cute for the camera.” Getou began plummeting his cock harder through your hungry cunt, drawing wails from your reddened lips. The sound of skin slapping on skin, decorated by wet, slick noises was absolutely lewd and you were able to see how your face twisted in pleasure, adding onto the heat coiling in your tummy.

“S-Since I wasn’t invited before, I think we should just make our own movie..fuck–, and make Satoru watch alone this time..”

It took you a bit to catch up to what he was referring to, the thing you were talking about earlier, right..your ‘date’ with Gojo. The logical part of you was screaming no at the thought that Gojo could possibly see what you’ve done, but the you with pussy stuffed to the brim only clenched at Getou’s comment, getting him to hiss and thrust harder into your inviting warmth.

“Oh shit..you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that..fuck-” Contrary to his words, Getou continues fucking into you like a wild animal, too clouded by the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his hard cock. You were perfect in his eyes, soft skin with curves in all the right places, sweet lips and an even sweeter cunt. You fit around him just the right amount to overwhelm your pretty little head while you try to fuck him into your sweet spot. It was so adorable how you didn’t realize what you were doing, only mindlessing chasing your own high looking all ditzy, with drool escaping the corner of your mouth following shameless gasps. You felt all tingly and hot, your nipples pressed on the desk adding extra friction with how hard Getou was rocking the furniture. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, to finally bring yourself over the edge, but you couldn’t move with his body weighing down on you. Getou could tell that you were about to cum by the way your pussy began squeezing down on his cock, attempting to milk his release as well.

“Don’t, not yet.” He grunted, and you cried out weakly in response, mewling as he gradually slowed down again. You felt more tears prick up at being denied, and you were fully prepared to beg as much as he wanted if only Getou would fuck you like you deserved. You were so patient and obedient, but you just couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Hey don’t cry–”

Two strong knocks came from the door.

Both of you consecutively paused, complete silence falling between your connected bodies. Fear douses your head in cold water and you say nothing, waiting for Getou to make the next move. You couldn’t see him, with his face cut off through the recording, but your eyes widen when you felt him eventually shift, twisting you around while you were still pierced on his cock. You bite back a moan when Getou’s palms slips under your ass and halts you off the desk, your legs instinctively wrapping over his hips and your arms circling around his neck.

“W-What are you doing?” You whispered.

He lets out a throaty laugh, proceeding to calmly walk to the door as the knocking gets louder, the person outside calling out.

“Gojo-san. I got the report.”

Recognition flashes in your head, that voice..

It was Nanami, the helpful blonde man that you’ve encountered several times when you got a little lost on campus. You panic when Getou continued carrying your practically naked self to the entrance, but your little fuss didn’t phase him, only stopping when you both were inches from the door.

The knocks resumed again with Nanami’s tone rising.

“I heard you inside. You’ve been asking for this, so don’t ignore me now.”

Nanami was so close, the door being the only barrier that protected your exposed tits and dripping cunt from his view. You wouldn’t know what to do if he came in and saw the indecency you were committing in a professional workplace.

Would he be disgusted?

Would his stoic persona finally break?

You were scared..but also dangerously aroused. Getou groans feeling you tighten around his cock, knowingly massaging your ass in his grip. He pinned your back against the door, not being subtle at all when a thud noise resulted in Nanami’s knocks seizing.

“Come. Back. Later.” Getou growled out under his breath, thrusting up into you as your head fell back, releasing a high whimper.

It was over. There’s no way Nanami wouldn’t be suspicious now, hearing a voice that clearly wasn’t Gojo’s. Your nails dug into Getou’s back, unable to hold back your little moans as he moved fast and harsh inside of you. He showed no sign of stopping or slowing down after holding back on you so many times, and you were able to feel deep within your stomach every time the head of his cock hit your best places. The amount of wetness and precum that you collectively gathered was gushing around where your pussy connected with him, obscene noises once again bringing a cherry flush to your ears.

“Ngh..h-he’s outsid-”

Getou was busy ramming into the delicious cavern of your cunt, ignoring your comment and how his junior was probably able to hear everything that was happening. He didn’t care, you belonged to him and Nanami can fuck off or bear witness to him fucking your stupid brains out. You were just too sweet, eagerly clamping down on him and offering your tight pussy to him for your first time. Him, and nobody else. Not Gojo, not some other unworthy guy, but him. And he was going to give you the good fucking you deserve after giving him all those looks the past few weeks you started working here.

Little gasps and stutters in your voice tells him that your orgasm was close, and fuck he needed to see you make a mess of yourself and have you sob pathetically around his cock as you do.

“Cmon baby, touch yourself for me.”

You felt so relieved, you reached a hand down before he changed his mind, shaky fingers gliding through your sensitive folds. You panted against Getou’s chest, feeling the tension in your stomach building with every thrust he sends deep within your pussy. The added stimulation from your fingers sent quivers over your lower half, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Clouded in pleasure, your sight was blurred by tears as you said something unintelligible to Getou about needing to cum and needing it badly. He chuckles, leaning forward to press a kiss along your jawline.

“Go ahead, be a good girl and cream on my cock.”

Getou’s hips speed up, and not even a second later, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you gasped, an intense wave of pure white washing over your twitching body. You whined, muttering Getou’s name in meaningless rambles as he continues fucking you through your high, feeling your slick gush down your pulsing cunt and escape every time he pulls back.

“Oh- fuck..you’re so fucking tight..” Getou’s thick length was quickly beginning to overwhelm your overstimulated pussy, and your noises of protest had his grip on your ass tightening.

“Hush..s-shit, just a little more..” His cock pounded impossibly harder, abusing your soft, plush walls to the point where you were wailing and scratching at his arms, trying to form a coherent sentence to tell him to slow down. Lucky for you, it wasn’t long until Getou’s head tucked into your neck as he released a low groan, filling your pussy with his hot cum. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and you sighed, rubbing your cheek against Getou’s. His movements were slowing down, but he made sure to fuck his spent into you nice and well, milking his cock for all its worth. You were trembling all over and way too tired to try and stop him, so you allowed him to handle you like a doll till he was satisfied. Your head was spinning, and whether it was the comfortable buzz or just pure exhaustion, you were ready to pass out in place. Getou eventually pulls out, making sure to support your hips and legs as he temporarily sets you on the floor. Your back leaned against the door as you blink tiredly at the ground, unaware of the mixed fluids escaping from the confines of your pussy. Rustling came from where Getou stood above you, he must've been fixing himself up, which made you realize he hasn’t actually taken any of his clothes off fully. Compared to you, he looked as put together as he was this morning, and you didn’t care to cover your body, only basking in this nice tingly feeling with your mouth slightly agape. Footsteps traveled across the room, and then Getou appeared in front of you kneeling, one hand holding some tissues and the other his phone.

“Hm..it’s a shame that we didn’t get everything on camera.” He mused as he took one of the tissues to wipe the remaining tears off your face. You scrunch your eyes and then yawn, to which Getou laughed, taking another tissue to clean between your thighs.

“Uhm..are you going to tell Gojo-san?” You voiced a concern that has been on your mind since the beginning. You didn’t know if he was being serious about showing the video to his best friend or if it was all just sex talk. Should you be concerned? Well.. it was a little late for that.

Getou’s hand brushed against your leg, now trying to rid the floor of any excess residue.

“How do I put this..he might already know.”

His statement didn't make any sense, how could Gojo know?

“Unless he actually isn’t here, but I’m pretty sure he never left campus. I can still feel his cursed energy present.”

You suddenly shot up straight in your sitting position, looking helplessly confused.

“How..? Even so, he isn’t here s-so..”

Getou shook his head, a guilty smile crossing his face briefly.

“Satoru sees everything, as ominous as that might sound. But maybe if he happened to be wearing his blindfold and shades at the same time then-”

The door supporting your back started jiggling just then, frightening you to scramble and fall forward into Getou, who caught you in his chest. Your eyes flicker to his in panic, whispering

“Did..Didn’t Nanami leave..?”

The voice that came from outside, however, was a much worse possibility than Nanami at the moment.

.

.

.

.

“Open the door Suguru.”

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AN: yes i will make a masterlist soon to organize my stuff.. but i am lazy

[crystalflie]

𝐒𝐡𝐡..𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐰..

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𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 (𝟏𝟖+)

Tags: Porn with Plot, Two Shot, Female Reader, Canon Divergence, Getou is a teacher at JJT, Rough Sex, Office Sex, Almost Caught, Crying, Filming, Degradation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Making Out, First Time, Dirty Talk.

Word count: 6500~

[Cross-posted on Ao3]

Description: Getou sees how whipped his best friend was for the cute new office assistant. It’s too bad that his best friend was also a total idiot when it came to romancing, so it’s not Getou’s fault if he got to fuck her first..

Romantically..

Over Gojo Satoru’s desk.

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“Everybody! MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASEE!”

Gojo clapped his hands together for emphasis, successfully capturing the focus of the first-year students. The man began walking down towards the open field as the three turned their heads at the sound of his voice. It was a rather sunny day, the heat pouring down on especially this area of the school, so it was no wonder when they all looked somewhat annoyed at the interruption. The sooner they can complete their training, the sooner they can go back inside.

Nobara and Yuuji took a pause in their spar session, both out of breath and wiping the sweat off their faces. Sitting a few feet away from them, Megumi twisted the cap of his water bottle back on, curious as to what their teacher had to say.

“Gojo-sensei.” The dark-haired boy nodded as Gojo reached the bottom of the stairs, but he quickly noticed that someone else was following behind the man.

“Gojo-sensei! What is it?” Yuuji approached them with Nobara at his side, fanning himself with the collar of his shirt. Gojo lets out an airy laugh at the disheveled state of his very much tired students.

“Well, I’ll make this quick so you guys can catch a break..”

He stepped aside and gestured his head to the individual standing behind him, which was your cue to come forward and introduce yourself…

All three pairs of eyes follow you as you finally step out of Gojo’s shadow, offering a small bow before speaking.

“Hello.. Nice to meet you, I will be Gojo-san’s new assistant. Please let me know if you need anything..”

Your words trailed off and you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward as stares were being burned into you. The trio looked rather.. bewildered, making you question if you had said anything wrong. I mean, you can’t possibly have, since you've only spoken one sentence, but maybe teenagers are just weird..

“Sensei..you have an assistant?”

Yuuji sounded confused, inspecting you once over and then looking back at Gojo for an explanation. However, your boss only swung his arm around your shoulders and said,

“Yep! She can see curses, cursed energy, and all that jazz. Just don’t try to fight her, ‘cuz she’s not a sorcerer.”

Nobara quickly cuts in after him, “What he meant is why do you need an assistant if you don’t do shi-”

“KUGISAKI! S-sensei, that is not what I meant!” Yuuji waves his arms around frantically and shoots Nobara a glare, only for her to flip him off in return.

“Okay, okay~ Settle down you two. But for your information, I do a lot! Nobody ever gives me credit..”

You hear Gojo sulking, his face not too far from your own. Maybe it was your imagination, but his arm around you felt a little tighter when he spoke the last part..

Megumi rolled his eyes at their antics and stood up from his spot, facing you and giving a bow as well.

“Nice to meet you. I am Fugishiro Megumi.”

You smiled at Megumi, he seemed like a very polite boy, although noticeably less energetic than the other two. You hoped that they’d eventually come around to your presence since it didn’t seem like Jejutsu Tech often had any new teachers, not that you consider yourself one, you're only going to be around to help with some paperwork.

Gojo hums and, much to your disappointment, removes his arm around you to cross them across his chest.

“Thank you Megumi…and NOW YOU TWO!” He dramatically points to Nobara and Yuuji, who immediately straightened their backs like army soldiers.

“Hurry up and introduce yourselves so I can go eat lunch with my cute assistant!”

You would’ve stuttered if you were the one talking to him, did he really think…no no, your boss is just a little out there, that's all.

“I AM ITADORI YUUJI!”

“I’m Kugisaki Nobara.”

The difference in their enthusiasm caused them both to slowly turn their heads and after a few seconds of silence, Yuuji and Nobara burst out laughing while jokingly smacking each other. Megumi let out a long sigh, briefly glancing back at you. You glance back at him too and see a slight flush growing from his neck before he quickly averted his gaze.

“Can you guys not embarrass yourselves for once?” Megumi grunted.

You chuckled to yourself and reassured Megumi that they weren’t at all embarrassing.

“Actually, you three are adorable..” You commented quietly.

Before you can receive any sort of response, you feel Gojo nudge your right arm gently.

“Well, that’s enough of them! Wanna grab some food? I’m feeling some yakitori today.” Gojo was quick to dismiss the protests from the background when it was clear he planned to go stuff his face while they continued training in the hot sun. Your eyes widen in a bit of surprise, you didn’t really expect to have lunch with..well your boss, you thought he was joking earlier.

Gojo’s expression morphed into one of confusion at your lack of response.

“What is it? Are you..vegetarian?”

You snapped out of your shock and shook your head no, after all, you might as well spend some time getting to know the man you’ll be working with. You’ve only met Gojo a few weeks prior to coming here, you know nothing about the way he works and what he needs help with, only some minor things he’ll tell you from time to time.

“Oh no, I’m not, we can go eat whatever you want. I’m not too picky.”

At least that's what you kept telling yourself as you walked side by side with Gojo leading the way, who was close enough to brush sides with you every now and then. Mostly it was he who made small talk, but it was a little hard to think of anything intelligent to say when a man this attractive couldn’t stop throwing flirtatious remarks between sentences. But like, just because your super hot boss was inviting you to lunch doesn’t mean you should develop a crush on him, it was way too unprofessional!

Besides, you thought, he probably acts this way to every woman he meets, so it's best not to dive deeper into his actions..but you were a little disappointed no doubt.

“Oh shit.”

Gojo abruptly stopped walking, and you stopped alongside him, wondering what was wrong.

“Gojo-san? Is something wrong?”

Not even a moment later, a half-smile took over his lips at your concern, and Gojo reached forward to take a spare strand of hair in front of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“You know I already said to call me Satoru right?”

When he retracted his hand, one of his fingers grazed the side of your cheek, and took everything you had to not shiver in front of him. Gojo laughed at your stiff reaction, and used the hand that just touched you to cover the back of his neck as he turned away again.

“It’s nothing by the way. I just remembered that I agreed to have lunch with Suguru, but I kinda got carried away with you and forgot about him..”

His statement successfully manages to fluster you, and you're glad that he wasn’t directly facing you to see how you blushed at the thought of him being carried away with you..

“O-oh..should we go back for him?” You asked to be polite, but there was nothing more that you wanted than to have a few more moments alone with him..without your probably other co-worker.

Gojo scoffed, “Oh please~ let’s just get a seat first, rush hours during lunch, he can join us later.”

You nodded slowly in agreement, it wasn’t like you’ve got anything against this ‘Suguru’ person..but you also didn’t want to walk all the way back to school.

“Alright then.”

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Gojo whistled the rest of the way to the supposed ‘best yakitori place in all of Tokyo’ and you followed behind, keeping an eye on his mob of white hair to not get lost in the crowds. At some point, he noticed that you were struggling to get around passersby on one of the narrower streets, so he took the chance to grab your wrist when he was close enough, and the rest of the way went smoothly.

The two of you eventually arrived at this small but cozy feeling restaurant, and Gojo casually strode in, seeming quite friendly with the owner, an elderly woman who teased him for bringing you along.

He must be a regular here...

You and Gojo were sat down by a server at a table, and they left shortly to give you time to decide what to order. Gojo hardly glanced at the menu, only propping his arm on the table and setting his gaze on you, who pretended not to be paying attention to him by flipping through the options.

“So..later when Suguru comes..” Gojo started, a little hesitant, but you gave him your attention and put the menu down.

“I just wanted to warn you that he’s a little reserved..and kind of cocky.. and kind of arrogant … b-but he’s a good guy!”

Gojo sounded like he just slapped on the last part so you wouldn’t be put off, but admittingly you were even less thrilled to meet this person now..

“Hey, don’t look like that..next time, we can go somewhere with just the two of us.” He sends you a playful wink before laughing it off, then ushering the server over to place your orders. You internally cursed him for being a flirt, it was not at all good for your heart, knowing that he wasn’t serious.

“Ahaha..sure..”

Gojo Satoru was way out of your league.

Both of you settled on sour plum juice for a drink, which made your mouth water from thinking how refreshing it was going to be after the sun was practically beating down on you. It didn’t take long either, so you were able to quench your thirst with a satisfied sigh. You see Gojo do the same before checking his phone.

“Looks like Suguru’s gonna be here soon. I just need to use the restroom real quick, I’ll be righttt back.” He gets up from his seat with a grunt and disappears into the back of the restaurant, where you assume the restrooms are. Now alone at the table, you resorted to playing with the straw in your glass while waiting for Gojo to return. It almost felt a little unreal, how you were eating yakitori with one of the strongest sorcerers alive. Just walking around Jujutsu Tech was enough to make you feel like your ability to see curses wasn’t all that special..perhaps if you were blessed with a cursed technique, you’d be a pretty badass sorcerer..

Around three minutes passed with no sign of Gojo coming back, and you were just about to go on your phone when a jingle from the entrance of the restaurant caught your attention. The windchimes by the door signaled the arrival of a customer, and this time, you couldn’t help but stare at the person walking in. It was a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair tied back into a bun with pieces to spare. He’s got those bottomless, lazy eyes that no doubt can send anyone’s knees buckling, and he just happened to be looking around for something. He doesn’t have to look for long before the elderly woman from earlier brightens up at the sight of him, happily ushering him towards the seating area in the back, where you and Gojo’s table also happened to be.

He must be meeting up with someone..

Unknowingly, your chest was thumping when it seemed like he was being brought closer and closer to you, you wanted to stop gawking, but it was just too hard to turn away.

The way he carried himself was so alluring…and to top it all off, everything about him was surrounded by an air of mystery.

Total. Eye. Candy. Material.

You wouldn’t be surprised if other patrons had the same idea as you. I mean, it’s not illegal to appreciate the fine arts of the world.

The man was standing over your table when you accidentally made eye contact, eye contact which you held not because you were a confident girlboss, but because you were frozen in embarrassment from getting caught checking him out. He stared right back for some seconds until his gaze traveled from your face down to the collar of your unbuttoned shirt.

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He was so lucky he was hot, or you would’ve considered it harassment…just kidding! But you felt a little hypocritical for thinking like that when you’ve clearly been looking at him the exact same way. In fact, you definitely were guilty, not so long ago you were crushing on your boss of all people, and now you were daydreaming about some stranger.

You shifted in your chair as an excuse to glance away and for him to move on.

It took you some time to realize said stranger wasn’t budging from the spot over your table, and the elderly woman had already left.

No way..could he be-

“Suguru!”

Gojo suddenly returned from the restroom at the perfect time, thankfully saving you from any awkwardness.

“Who’s this?” The man ignored Gojo’s attempt to greet him in favor of asking about you, and his voice was way huskier than Gojo’s for sure..

“Suguru, meet my new assistant. Isn’t she just the cutest?” Gojo pulled out a seat for ‘Suguru’ and sat down on his original seat across from you.

You wished he would stop saying things like that out of nowhere, you were never ready for any of his ‘compliments’.

“Assistant? Yeah, you sure do need an assistant.” He didn’t bother to hide the sarcasm as he replied, taking the seat next to Gojo.

“C'mon, quit being rude..and you didn’t deny the second part.”

Getou sighs and looks over at you with a stoic expression, unrevealing of his feelings towards your presence.

“I’m Getou Suguru. I am a special-grade sorcerer and I currently teach the second-year students.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape at the mention of him being a special-grade sorcerer, you recall that Gojo told you something similar, of how all sorcerers and curses were organized in a rank system.

“I see..Nice to meet you Getou-san.” You introduced yourself after him, but it wasn’t like you had much of an impressive background, so it was only a mention of your name and how you graduated college not too long ago. Weirdly enough, you almost see his brows slightly furrow in what you could only assume was confusion when you finished speaking. Gojo must’ve noticed too, and he leans forward to add,

“She’s not a sorcerer.”

Getou was unable to contain his frown at that revelation, leaving you feeling very much self-conscious and taking another long sip at your drink. You didn’t know what his deal was, but maybe it wasn’t the best time to ask yet.

“Suguru..” Gojo begins with a warning tone, if you weren’t mistaken, and lowers his shades to shoot Getou a half-glare.

“Princess here is going to handle my paperwork and some other minor things at school while I’m out exorcizing curses and being a boss-ass bitch. She doesn’t need to be a sorcerer to do that, right? Besides, she can see curses, so no need to traumatize some random civilian with the characters at our school.”

Gojo delivered his sentences with a defensive undertone, fully shutting down anything that Getou could possibly say about you and your lack of…uh, sorcerer status. You still felt a bit uncomfortable with the atmosphere they’d established, but soon enough Gojo completely switched back to his usual carefree attitude and began to rave to you about the food. You let him and Getou order what they wanted since you didn’t know what was good or not, so it was best to trust the expert. The conversation that followed wasn’t as awkward as before, but it was still mostly just Gojo talking to you and Getou separately. The dark-haired man didn’t exchange many words with you while you all ate, and honestly, you’ve spent most of time hoping for this lunch to be over so you can start planning on how to avoid him for the rest of your time at Jejutsu High. Unrealistic, yes, but the only way you know how to avoid situations like this is to avoid confrontation all together…

You still didn't know much about Getou at all, just that he was a handsome asshole that looked down on you.

You took another bite of your food.

“So..you said you just graduated?”

It was a surprise when he directly addressed you, without the prompting of Gojo.

“Yes, I did.” You nodded to confirm, wondering where he was going with this.

“How old are you?” Getou asked.

Was he trying to get to know you now? You were even more confused about his intentions, as you previously assumed he probably didn't like you much. You told him your age anyways, and watched as he blinked, placing his chopsticks down. Getou leans to his side to whisper something to Gojo, and although it didn’t prevent you from hearing, you pretended not to for the sake of not making this even more unbearable.

“Satoru, you wolf.”

A loud stomp came from beneath the table, and a passive aggressive grin spread over Gojo’s face at the other man’s trembling hand forming into a fist.

“What did you say now?”

Getou gives him a twitching smile, but his eyes scream that the only reason he was letting this play out is because they’re in public.

“Nothing.”

The rest of the lunch consisted of them somewhat bickering, and you silently eating unless spoken to.

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What an unusual pair..

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Over the next weeks or so, Gojo taught you the basics of the school and introduced you to the rest of the staff. Everyone you’ve met so far were all pleasant and very accommodating to any questions you asked, except for, well, Getou Suguru...but other than that, you felt welcomed. Gojo made it easy to forget you were ultimately different from them, he treated you like you would be there for a long, long time, even if you didn’t know if you would. You agreed because he initially made it sound like a part-time intern thing, so you thought you could just stay while you figured out your actual career. All you really needed to do was sit in his office and fill out some paperwork for any missions the students were sent on, among other things. It wasn’t hard per say, and it was fun working with the students. Repetitiveness was a guarantee, though Gojo humored you at times with stories about his day.

Everything was lighthearted until you got your first paycheck. You realized you were being paid the equivalent of what a full-time office worker would be paid. It was more than a livable wage..and to think that Gojo had offered you a place to stay too.. You didn’t take that up since you already had your own apartment in Tokyo, but wow…this would be a dream come true for any broke college graduate.

Or just anyone in general.

“Is something wrong?” Gojo’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you nervously looked up from the paper check in your hand.

“Oh, no..it’s just, this is a lot..”

He tilts his head curiously, like an owl, urging you on to elaborate.

“What I mean is, this is a lot..for what I do, which- isn’t a lot.”

Silence fills between you two before Gojo laughs, but not quite in his usual manner, as it quickly dies down, and he begins to approach you. When he stood close enough, he took his index finger and pressed it softly against your forehead.

“Don’t underestimate yourself. Or else you’ll be taken advantage of by more..dishonest people.”

You reach up to grab his wrist, bringing it down from your head.

“Oh please, Gojo-san, you are the one overestimating what I do for you.”

You think he’s probably going to deny it again, you learned that your boss could be quite stubborn over minuscule arguments, but it wasn’t like he meant any harm.

“Finee. Since your hefty paycheck is just too much for you to handle, maybe there’s something else you can do for me..” Gojo’s voice grows quiet and you find yourself loosening your grip on his hand— that you haven’t released. You tried to let go immediately, but Gojo was faster, snatching your wrist with his other free hand and pulling you in until your faces were inches apart. His smile has long faded, not showing a hint of the similar mischief in his words.

Gojo’s chest was pressed up against yours, and suddenly being alone in his office with him felt very, very inappropriate.

This was where you worked for god's sake..

“You’ll listen to me.. Right?”

What does he mean? What can Gojo possibly want from you, in your eyes, he has everything…and even if he doesn’t, you know for sure he can take it. You didn’t want to think about what he was insinuating, how can he possibly even suggest such an idea with a straight face? He wasn’t like the Gojo you know, although not for long, you wanted to picture him as someone who was innocent to your feelings. You weren’t sure if he was aware of your little crush on him, but if he wasn’t, you weren’t sure if it was for better or worse.

You wordlessly nod. It just wasn’t possible to deny Gojo. He’ll just try to worm his way into getting what he wants.. Besides, you think he’s sweet.

“Then, I want you to..” Gojo moves in to close the tiny distance between the two of you, gently pressing his forehead to yours.

This was too much, you must have been as flushed as a tomato, and your lips felt wobbly from how hard you were biting them inside. The only thing that made you feel less self-conscious was that Gojo wore a similar shade of pink on his face as well, the only difference was that he was a lot more put-together on the exterior.

You sharply inhale when his hand that held yours starts to trail up your arm.. until it reaches the nape of your neck. He wasted zero hesitation in keeping you in place, securing his palm against the spot that drew out the most exhilarating shiver.

His skin was so cold.. But does nothing to cool the internal heat spreading through every part that was in contact with him. You unconsciously allow yourself to bask in the feeling, as much as you can while pretending that the drumming in your ear doesn’t exist, while pretending that you were just as put together as he was.

None of you said a single word until you saw Gojo swallow, and he made a small incomprehensible noise before abruptly letting his head fall on your shoulder, hiding in the space beneath your ear.

“Gojo-san?”

He readjusts his arms to wrap around your lower waist, now engulfing you in a rather wholesome hug.

“God..you’re so-, you can’t just let me-” Gojo cuts himself off, realizing he was still technically touching you.

He releases his hold and takes three large steps back.

“Is..something wrong?” You try to ask him. You wondered what caused the change in his demeanor..you hoped you haven’t accidentally done anything to put him off.

“YES! Uh- NO! I MEAN NO! Listen darling-”

Gojo was acting all skittish and nervous, but he wasn’t telling you what was wrong. Have you actually done something to offend him? He notices the change in your expression and moves in again to a reasonable talking distance.

“Uh, so..uh..”

Gojo continues to stutter, your increasingly sulky face destroying the last bit of composure left in him. He was stumped, what did you want him to do? He totally fucked up the mood…and there’s no going back. Gojo had never wished more in that moment that he was born with a cursed technique that could turn back time, by like- 3 minutes is enough. Of course, he gets the shit that does nothing for his impressive awkwardness around his adorable assistant. He’s usually pretty smooth, he’d like to think so..

“Oh, look at the time! I’mlateformymeetingokaybye!”

You watch Gojo point to some nonexistent clock on the wall, and leave the room at the speed of light without so much as looking at you. The door hangs slightly open after he disappears, swinging back and forth, almost depressingly while you stand there alone. A takes a while for what just occurred to sink in, giving you enough time to feel ashamed and oddly shy out of nowhere. You began to pace around aimlessly in a circle while patting your heated face, thinking about Gojo’s words, thinking about his every reaction…

You’ve messed up, haven’t you..now you're going to have so much fun avoiding the person you work for.

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You were pouring some coffee in the shared staff room when your mind began drifting to the white-haired man that you’d hardly seen the past two days. You were almost certain that he was avoiding you too, perhaps a bit more than you are avoiding him, but the point stands. Gojo would text you about whatever he needed you to handle, while he claimed to have some “off-campus” business to take care of.

You sighed to yourself, oblivious that your state of discouragement was obvious to just about anyone who set eyes on you for longer than a second.

You proceeded to add an absurd amount of creamer and two cubes of sugar into your cup, stirring it randomly with a spoon. Now that you think about it..this was also how Gojo preferred his coffee.

“Excuse me.”

A deep voice spoke out from behind you, snapping you out of your morning daze. You realized you were probably blocking other people from using the counter and moved aside with a short apology. When you turned around, you realized that the person you were blocking was none other than Getou, which was the other awkward encounter that you’d been trying to avoid. He began making himself a drink, not seeming to care enough to initiate small talk. You pretty much understood he didn’t like you and was only doing the absolute bare minimum to remain cordial, but you still lingered around for him to finish using the coffee machine.

“Strange to not see you around Satoru all the time.” Getou offhandedly states, popping on the plastic lid over his cup.

It catches you off guard and almost feels like a dig, but you convince yourself that it was just the way Getou was..not the overly friendly type.

“Oh..Gojo-san is busy.” You didn’t know what Gojo was doing in all honesty and you also felt weird discussing this with Getou, who should know Gojo better than you do. They have been best friends since high school according to your boss, but you often question how two people who are so different manage to be this close.

“Really now? Is he at school today?”

You shrugged and replied,

“I don’t think he’ll be back until tomorrow, something about a mission..”

Getou seemed curious at the information, giving a small hum, and that was the end of the conversation.

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You headed back to Gojo’s office to clean up the lesson plans that he messily tossed on his desk before he left for his mission. It was quiet around here without him..and you start to dwell on how you bumped into Getou earlier. It was a bit easier to forget about him when you didn’t need to see him nearly as much as Gojo. Still, the moment he spoke to you again..you couldn’t help but keep thinking back to how… unbothered he was, compared to how bothered you were whenever he was near any vicinity. Even knowing that he had a distaste for non-sorcerors..it did nothing to quell the gutting desire you held to get his attention in the same way, you had Gojo’s.

At least Gojo acknowledges you.

You thought maybe Getou was finally coming around..but it’s hard to read someone so nonchalant, he doesn’t talk much about himself or voice his likes or dislikes, unlike Gojo who physically cannot stop speaking. You giggle to yourself at the thought of how lively and sweet Gojo is, he was the perfect prince charming…but you remain unsure of actually pursuing him.

How can you do that without feeling guilty, knowing how you thought about his best friend?

And, you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself..what if the interest was only one-sided on your part?

You neatly slide the last organized folder into the drawer of Gojo’s desk and plop down in his comfy, cushioned seat. The chair that Gojo always sat in felt a lot bigger now that you were sitting in it yourself, but you took a couple of spins around to test out the wheels. It traveled across the marble floor easily, while you spun around laughing to yourself.

Yeah, it kinda made you seem stupid..but you felt stupid, letting men like Gojo and Getou drive you insane.

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“Having fun?”

You grip the armrests in an attempt to restabilize yourself, thrown off by the sudden voice piercing through the air. Slowly, your eyes flickered toward the entrance where someone was leaning against the doorframe.

It was Getou. You already knew before you could confirm with your eyes.

He grins in a mocking type of amusement noticing how you swallowed, trying to not squirm under his gaze.

“Getou-san..do you need something?” You questioned, not anticipating this visit.

Why was he here? You doubted he just happened to drop by for a little visit, and Gojo wasn’t here today like you told him earlier.

Getou slithered his way inside without another word, shutting the door behind him.

“No, not really, Satoru asked me to check up on you.”

He made exaggerated motions to stretch while walking across the room, and you stood up from Gojo’s chair. It would be weird for you to sit there with him watching you, and you probably shouldn’t sit in your boss’s chair in the first place.

Speaking of, you were embarrassed.

“Oh, Gojo-san did?”

Getou nodded, stopping right in front of you. You didn’t know what he was doing, but you stayed still and waited for his next word.

“Yeah..but it looks like you’re perfectly fine without him.” He lets out a small chuckle, staring down at your form.

“Uhm.. I finished doing what he asked of me. Is there anything you need help with?”

You unknowingly began rocking on your heel, being alone with Getou is rather nerve-wracking, and no disrespect, but part of you wanted him to leave while the other was screaming for him to make a move.

“Yes, actually. Just a question.”

You swallow. Okay, well, you didn’t know what you could possibly answer for Getou that’s work-related..

“Wha-”

You hardly got a word out when Getou slammed both his arms on Gojo’s desk, encaging you between the two.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, letting you feel his breath travel down your neck.

You were frozen in shock, eyes widening in disbelief at what was unfolding. You were sure that one second he was standing in front of you, then the next he was hovering over your smaller frame.

“What..?”

Getou took one look at your dumbstruck face and threw his head back to laugh, unrestrained, unlike all the other times he’d send you a condescending smile.

“No..I think you might be the stupid one.”

He brought his face back down and smashed his lips onto yours, nibbling until you gave in and let his tongue inside.

“Mmph..!”

You shut your eyes, everything was moving too fast.

You felt Getou engulfing you in a heated kiss, leaning further and further into you while the strength in your knees gave away. The scent of his cologne overwhelmed every thought you tried forming, leaving you blank and mindless as a doll. Your brain was filled with nothing but static, a pleasant fuzziness from him sucking the absolute breath out of you.

It lasted for a few more seconds until he released your mouth, both of you panting and staring into each other's eyes in silence.

“G..Getou-san..y-you..”

You tried to speak coherently while propping yourself up using the edge of Gojo’s desk, but a hand effortlessly shoved you to fall back, sprawled out on the wooden surface with hair tangled in a mess.

You were completely stunned...Getou had kissed you. He kissed you, and you hadn’t even gotten to kiss Gojo yet...in fact, you have never kissed anyone in your life, and he took it, just like that.

“I’m what?

He doesn’t wait for you to answer before fitting himself in the opening between your legs, both hands leisurely sliding up your thighs, until finally stopping to pinch at the fat peeking out from above your black stockings and beneath your pencil skirt. You squeak and reach down to grab one of his wrists, causing Getou to send you a curious look.

“Well..go on, finish your sentence.”

Your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out, you lie there, looking scandalized and gazing at him through heavy eyelids.

Getou takes in the sight of you, scoffs, and delivers another pinch.

“Are all non-sorcerers as brainless as you? Truly a wonder that you lasted this long here..but I suppose even the most simpleminded mutts should know how to get properly fucked.”

He bends his body down to press a small kiss on your collarbone, then blows softly on the spot, tickling your skin, which was feeling way too sensitive for your liking.

“Right baby? Because that’s why Satoru is keeping you around..all locked up in his office and being a fucking tease.”

Getou’s harsh, accusatory words connect zero dots in your head.

What the hell is he on about..?

“I.. don’t know what you mean..”

You hear him huff against your neck,

“You don’t? You should…since you’re his darling princess. That idiot cannot shut up about you, you know.”

The way he spoke made it clear he was teasing, you knew Getou saw you as a toy, something to mess around with..but it didn’t stop your stomach from curling everytime he jokingly calls you a pet name in that sultry voice.

Bad.

He was a bad man.

But along with the embarrassing warmth spreading throughout your cheeks.. you were kind of pissed. The only thing he’s done was belittle and insult you since the day you two first met.

All for what?

Just because you were like the majority of the population, because you weren’t a godly sorcerer like him?

It made you want to knock him off his high horse.

“So..? So what if I did let him fuck me, what is it to you, Getou-san?”

Your tone stayed so polite, it was hard to believe something of this nature could come out of your innocent mouth. Getou practically went still as a rock, still breathing down your neck.

Was he shocked?

You could almost afford to let satisfaction sink in, but a low, guttural sound slip out between Getou’s teeth, muttering,

“Shit..”

You couldn’t gouge the meaning behind his cursing, and you didn’t have to, as through your confusion, he swiftly bit down into the tender area connecting your shoulder to your nape. You let out a small shriek while Getou proceeded to bruise the once unmarred surface, relentlessly suckling and licking.

“G-Getou..san!”

He pauses.

“I really.. wanted to have you before Satoru..that scoundrel couldn’t even wait to pounce on fresh blood.”

Genuine annoyance. He bought your bluff, but the statement only seemed to have the effect of pissing him off instead of convincing him to stop.

“Oh well. I guess I got used to sharing with him anyway. Bastard always wants to compete with me..”

With that, Getou got up from his hovering position to admire the disheveled piece of art in front of him, furious red marks blooming from your collar and legs trembling around his waist. He looks down at you with an unassuming expression, but you don’t miss the way he discreetly wet his lips at the rise and fall of your chest.

“Fuck. I’m still mad you know. All this time, you were making those bedroom eyes at me, meanwhile also bouncing on Satoru’s lap. So. Fucking. Shameless.”

He knew. He knew the entire time, how badly you wanted his attention. And now, you finally had it.

Getou’s hand on your thigh traveled up even more, successfully pushing past your skirt, bundling it at your waist, until it reached the band of your panties. He rubbed a few circles on the side of your hips, drawing out a desperate whine from you, before pulling on the elastic and snapping it against your burning core.

You cried out, in pleasure or pain you don’t know, and he continued to coo out more degrading phrases.

“Naughty girls should be punished. But you look to be enjoying this..hm?”

A finger traced the outline of your pussy through the now soaked, thin fabric of your underwear, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure. The jolt of simulation has your head spinning, muddled with euphoric tingling over every inch of your body. You wanted more, this wasn’t enough..you tried to push back into Getou’s hand but he pulled away, holding your waist down with his other arm.

“Ah, ah, ah. Be patient sweetheart..and listen carefully. I’m going to give you two choices.”

He clicked his tongue, addressing you again in that mocking tone. You feel his grip tighten.

“You can either..tell me to stop, and I’ll leave you just like this, hot and wanting to get off by yourself..”

Getou pulled your hips down until you felt his own press into your ass, the unmistakable hardness beneath his pants telling you he was just as affected as you were.

.

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“Or..you can beg me to fuck you silly, right here, right now.”

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AN: Part two will be up soon!

[crystalflie]

Two Cat People In The Same Room. (IV)

Part IV—> (Part llI here)

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1630

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, general audiences, canon divergence, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side-eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

^A tiny bit of angst this chapter, with comfort.^

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You think that Matsushita is avoiding you.

After the little ‘incident’ with Banda and Chishiya, it was fair enough…but that doesn't mean you didn’t feel ashamed every time you were in the same proximity.

And it also didn’t help that Banda liked to subtly give you attention by getting close whenever he had the chance, or by asking to help you with your suit symbol when Chishiya was very obviously within range and listening.

It was all generally harmless and you didn’t mind it as much as you act like you do- until players suddenly began to die, even after the intimidating bully had passed. It shocked you to an unexpected degree, only because it was different when you knew that the people you were surrounded by, the people you were supposed to trust, were responsible for those that never got to leave their cell.

It was terrifying that ‘trust’ was so fragile, yet the most important component of the game. You’ve never been so relieved to have Chishiya and Ippei..though sometimes forbidden thoughts manage to cross your mind. Horrible, you knew, but more than once you found yourself to be hesitant, and accepted Banda’s offer to share symbols.

Not as if you’ll fully trust Banda either, but it doesn’t hurt to get some reassurance, right?

More or less, it was all done away from Chishiya’s knowledge, since he and Banda don’t exactly get along.

You strangely didn’t want Chishiya to be disappointed in you.

You really didn’t want him to know..how Banda and you would ‘accidentally’ bump into each other in the halls, where you’ll take off your hood and he’ll part the back of your hair, saying either spade, diamond, heart, or club.

Luckily, each time it matched what Chishiya and Ippei had told you. An unexpected weight had been lifted from your chest, and you were able to rest assured.

Though one thing didn’t change.

Banda never stopped approaching you, and even when you didn’t need to ‘help’ each other anymore, the little exchanges continued. You supposed that it would be unfair to stop now that your own doubts were gone, who knows how Banda feels about Matsushita?

“Diamond.”

Banda turned around, smiling, and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks for the help.”

He was always extra kind to you afterward, even sometimes bringing you snacks from the cafeteria. It seems to be the case this time too, because he pulled out a packet of cookies from his pants pocket.

“Thank yo-”

Then he pulled out another pack.

“Oh, more-”

And another.

And he continued taking out cookies pack after pack until your hands were full and he patted himself down to make sure he’s got every last one.

“Banda, how- why did you take so many?!”

Banda hummed, brushing off your question with a slight shrug.

“I want to make sure the kitty cat is eating well.”

If the definition of ‘eating well’ is consuming an unauthorized sum of cookies, then yes, you would be eating well before you died from a sugar overdose.

“Okay..thanks I guess, but I should get back now, don’t want my friends to be suspicious..”

You gave Banda a nod, walking past him down the hall. He didn’t object either, footsteps indicating the man was off to his own business.

The building was still a little unsettling despite you having gotten used to it, and it had way too many turns for your liking.

You also didn’t know what to do with all the cookies Banda had left you with, you certainly weren’t going to eat them all. At least there were different flavors, but still, they were all the same brand.

Did Banda like these?

As you walked, you tried to stuff the packages into your hoodie pockets, but it still looked unnatural, like you were secretly hoarding something.

Maybe if you can get back to your cell, then you can throw them in the sink. Better than getting questions.

Your walk sped up, eager to quickly arrive at your destination, but as you rounded a dark corner, something- or someone was in your way.

“Boo.”

“AHHHH!”

Unable to stop, your only option was to fall backward, landing right on your butt. As you did, all the cookies came slipping out of your hoodie, scattering around the floors.

Your eyes darted up to see Chishiya’s amused face, who was a little surprised at how extreme your reaction was.

“Wh-What were you doing there?!”

He takes a few steps closer, staring you down with no intention of lending a hand.

You instinctively scurried further away, still sitting on the cold floors.

“What was I doing there?”

Chishiya wore a neutral expression, the edge to his voice making you nervous.

You slowly nod, unsure where he was going with this.

“I think the real question is, what were you doing?”

At some point, your back hits the wall, and Chishiya’s form cornered you.

“I was just going to find you..”

Your voice came out less confident than you'd like, but all that was on your mind was whether or not Chishiya had seen you speaking with Banda.

Judging by his words, he totally has.

You don’t realize how you tried to curl into yourself more until Chishiya let out a small scoff, kneeling down to meet your eyes.

“You don’t trust me.”

He stated it like it was a fact, and you felt the need to refute the accusation. You didn’t want to lose Chishiya and Ippei’s trust, because you did trust them, and if they didn’t trust you, then…

“I-I do!”

Chishiya tilted his head as if he were confused, not saying anything.

“I’m sorry..”

His intense stare was making you nervous, and you did the only thing you knew how—apologize. Maybe if you gave in now, you’ll be able to salvage the situation, and Chishiya wouldn’t be too upset.

“I really do trust you and Ippei..with Banda, I was just..”

The white-haired man sighed, chuckling as he shook his head and stood up again.

“No, you were smart for that, don’t worry, I won’t tell Ippei.”

You felt yourself trembling at what he said, suddenly overwhelmed with a new sense of fear. It was almost like you betrayed Chishiya, and for some reason, you really, really didn’t like the feeling of losing him. He was honestly a nice companion to have, in a weird comforting sense having known of him before this stupid game.

A few seconds passed and you couldn’t feel Chishiya’s presence over you anymore, he was walking away.

You didn’t give him the chance to go far before you managed to desperately cling onto one of his legs in a bear hug, not letting go.

“No! Don’t go!”

Frozen, he looks down to see you holding on for dear life.

“I wasn’t lying..I do trust you..I’m sorry for doubting you before..”

You squeezed his leg tighter when he didn’t respond, muttering another apology before letting go and attempting to stand up on your own. Your legs were shaky, and for an unknown reason your head was warm, clouded with aching when you realized you were being ignored.

At least you thought you were, you didn’t hear anything other than your labored breathing, perhaps even sobs you tried to hold back in front of Chishiya.

You didn’t even know why you were so worked up, just the pure atmosphere of this place was weighing down on you, and the thought of losing the trust of a friend when you needed it the most..was too much.

You stumbled a bit trying to quietly leave, but felt something stabilizing both of your arms. Blinking through your tears, you could see Chishiya’s mouth moving, saying something you couldn’t make out.

As you didn’t know what he was saying, you remained still and allowed him to set you on the ground, leaning your back against the wall.

You just let it happen, sniffling, feeling too defeated to care whether or not he’ll leave anymore.

The man ended up crouching next to you, using one of his sleeves to wipe away the wetness on your face.

He was gently shushing you, trying to get you to stop crying.

“Take a deep breath, okay?”

You bite your lower lip, trying to listen to his instructions, when Chishiya moves his hand to the side of your ear, stroking through your hair.

He does this until your breathing stabilizes, and you were disappointed to find his warmth slipping away.

“Look..I’m sorry for scaring you, okay? I’m not angry, I believe you.”

Chishiya knew he wasn’t exactly the best at expressing his emotions, but he wasn’t expecting you to be that affected by his rather apathetic nature.

He tried his best to be comforting, but one look at your reddened eyes and anyone could tell you’ve been crying. He didn’t mean to purposely upset you or push you this far, and now, it was up to him to raise your spirits again.

“Okay..that's good..”

You awkwardly moved your arms, debating whether or not it was alright to hug him. You decided you were too relieved to care, and hugged him anyway.

Equally awkward, Chishiya slowly patted your back.

“Do you want to go to the cafeteria? You’ll be less lightheaded if you have something.”

“Maybe if you carry me there..” You quietly joke, hoping to lift the mood.

“Okay.”

“Huh? Wai-”

You feel one of Chishiya’s arms slipping under your knees, and his other arm hoisting up your lower waist. In one swoop, he lifted you into a princess carry and began walking towards the direction of probably, the cafeteria.

“CHISHIYA!”

Chishiya sighs again,

“I’m starting to notice you like to scream my name a lot.”

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~AN: I just want to say if I spelled something wrong or if the wording is bad pls let me know because its like 5 am and my brain is muddled. Thank you for reading!!~

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[crystalflie]

Two Cat People In The Same Room. (III)

Part lll —> (Part ll here)

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1581

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, general audiences, canon divergence, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side-eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

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“Heart.”

You said out loud to nothing in particular inside your cell.

Seconds pass, and of course, your collar didn’t explode, it was just like Chishiya and Ippei told you.

And Banda too..you suppose. He didn’t have to do that though, your partnership with Chishiya and Ippei was pretty obvious, you didn’t necessarily need his help.

It was also a little creepy for him to follow you, whether with his eyes or like when he chased you down the hall.

But…In his defense, Banda was nice to step in for the guy getting kicked by the bully while you were too scared to intervene, so maybe you just misunderstood him. And it wasn’t like he outright did anything to hurt you, perhaps he was just a little awkward and didn’t get social cues.

Which is relatable to a certain degree.

As you thought about your strange encounter with Banda, someone banged on the door of your cell a few times, alerting you.

“Are you just going to keep standing there?”

Chishiya could be seen through the little tiny barred windows.

“O-oh, I'm coming.”

You reached out to unlock the door, and as you did, the man could be heard letting out a sigh. You wanted to question him, but stepping out, you quickly noticed a commotion down the hallway.

A couple of players from the blue dress girl’s group stood in front of a cell, panicking about something as she stood there twirling her hair.

“What happened?”

Chishiya looks at you with hands in his pocket, shrugging.

“That tall bully probably died.”

Your eyes widen, both at how casual he sounded and at the news that someone actually died, which can only mean they failed to guess their suit. You thought that the timid guy had told the bully the answer to be left alone, what happened to that?

“Did you not hear the bang when you were in your cell?”

You shook your head no, suddenly feeling uncomfortable from the thin layer of sweat covering your skin.

“Tha..That can’t be, I didn-”

“GUYS! WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?”

Ippei rushed towards the two of you from what you assumed was upstairs.

“Ippei?”

He caught his breath, then looked past you to the group murmuring among themselves.

“What happened?”

Chishiya’s lips twitch, probably thinking something along the lines of ‘not again.’ He shook his head and ended up brushing past you, heading towards the opposite direction where the other players stood.

“Thanks to a certain instigator, the ball’s finally rolling.”

Confused, you glance at Ippei who seemed equally clueless. You looked back at Chishtiya walking off, and gestured that you were going to catch up to him.

The white-haired man felt a tap on his shoulder.

You wanted to ask, but Chishiya always had an air that made it difficult for you to question him. He possessed such an underlying intensity in his eyes that you often blank out when given his whole attention.

“Need something?”

A small grin grew on Chishiya’s face at noticing your reluctance, and he still wore that stupid, teasing tone.

“What do you mean by that?”

You didn’t understand what he meant by an ‘instigator’, perhaps the jack of hearts had made their move?

“It means, try not to chase the ball, kitty cat.”

Chishiya gives you a small pat on the head, walking off.

.

.

.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes when he was out of view, what did Chishiya take you for?

“I miss having normal company..”

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In the cafeteria, you can almost sense the unresolved tension between members of the biggest group. They were all whispering among themselves, but what invaded your mind the most was the obnoxious crunching of Urumi’s strawberry pockey. It only reminded you of how hungry you were, but every time you entertained the thought of eating something, you wanted to throw up.

They didn’t even have proper food! It was all packaged and mostly snacks.

“You’re restless and you need energy. You should eat something since we won't be getting any sleep.”

Chishiya slides a packet of cookies across the table.

“I don’t want your dry biscuits..”

You slide the cookies to Ippei next to you.

“Oh, thank you.”

Ippei smiled and accepted them, opening the cookies. He took a bite, and his face lit up.

“They’re good?”

He nods, offering you some again but you shake your head. They don’t look exactly the most appetizing currently, so Ippei can have them.

A small scoff escapes your ears.

Across the table, Chishiya watched Ippei with an unreadable expression.

Watch Ippei eat the cookies he gave to you.

“I’ll go see if they have something else.”

You got up from the table with Chishiya’s lingering stare on your back, going to scavenge the shelves that were stocked with all types of junk food, from potato chips to gummy candies.

“Hmm..”

Nothing really piqued your interest so you moved to the next aisle, deeper into the storage area.

.

.

A rustling noise could be heard around the corner, and you instinctively turned, suddenly seeing someone crouching in the shadows behind a few boxes.

“AH-”

Startled, you couldn’t scream before the figure pulled you down into the shadows with them, hand clasped around your mouth.

“Shh.”

“L-mrgh go!”

You tried to pull away from the stranger, but they ended up tightening their hold, forcing you into a position facing outwards.

“Mmf?”

From the corner where you were both huddled, it provided a clear view into one of the aisles without exposing yourselves.

“You need to be quiet..or else Matsushita would hear us.” They whispered.

Matsushita?

You see a man who looked to be lingering around the shelves, staring in the direction where the cafeteria tables were.

By now, the big group had left, and the only ones sitting were Ippei and the women dressed in business casual.

Wait, then where was Chishiya?

Somebody stepped in your peripheral vision.

“There you a-”

Chishiya gets pulled behind the boxes by his arm, and he stumbles a bit before falling right on top of you. You let out a small noise that was muffled by the unknown person’s hand, and even Chishiya appears to be flustered for less than a second before furrowing his brows.

“What are you doing here with Banda?”

He said with a hushed tone, understanding to be quiet.

“Mm-anda?!”

The man behind seemed to breathe even closer down your neck at that statement.

“Don't act so surprised when you interrupted me first.” Banda muttered into your ear.

Chishiya looks to you for an explanation, but you thought that even if Banda frees your mouth, you wouldn’t get anything comprehensive out from how jittery you felt at the moment.

You avoided his catlike eyes in shame, as if you really had been caught doing something wrong.

You couldn’t help it, Chishiya was on top of you, close enough that you could smell that distinct sea breeze shampoo provided by the beach hotel. You wanted to sigh at the familiar fragrance, but Banda’s large hand still muffled your voice, his chest pressing against your back, radiating body heat.

“Mmph..”

You were quite literally sandwiched between the two, finding it harder and harder to breathe with the overwhelming feelings.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

Chishiya pressed further, causing a grin to grow on Banda’s face.

“I was watching Matsushita.” He answered lowly.

It didn’t necessarily explain why you of all people ended up there, and you hope to god Chishiya would drop it instead of embarrassing you further.

The white haired clicked his tongue, snarkily replying.

“Where I’m from, that's called stalking.”

Tiny tears formed in your eyes, if Banda didn’t let go, right now, you were afraid you'd suffocate.

“Then that’ll make the kitty cat a stalker too.”

“Oho? Seems like this kitty cat attracts a lot of bad, bad, men.”

You were going to kill Chishiya after this. If he has no problem provoking Banda, then so be it.

“L-LET! GO!”

You tried your best to bite the skin of Banda’s palm, effectively startling him into releasing you. You took the chance to then push Chishiya off, forcing him to fall backwards and knock over the empty boxes that previously concealed your hiding place.

However, the amount of force you used also threw off your balance, and you plopped right on top of Chishiya.

“H-Huh?”

You rubbed your head, glancing up to see emo guy- Matsushita, giving you a judgemental look.

“Oh, uhhm..”

You couldn’t find the proper words to explain yourself, stuttering until someone grabbed your wrist.

“Not that I mind..but can you get off of me first?”

Realizing your awkward position, you scrambled off of Chishiya as he chuckled, dusting off his jacket.

“Matsushita, oh, um, we were just..”

Banda didn’t see any point in hiding anymore, getting up from the ground and walking over.

This must look so, so weird from a stranger’s point of view. You wanted to be freed from the situation already and run to the only normal person in this place,Ippei, for comfort.

With the most unbothered expression, Banda addressed his partner calmly.

“Thanks for interrupting, Matsushita.”

Matsushita looked from Banda to you, then to Chishiya. He looked visibly uneasy, and a pink flush grew across your face as you tried to deny it by waving your hands.

“This isn’t what it looks-”

Chishiya dramatically sighed, and pretended to be disappointed with the fakest frown you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Just stop, he already knows~”

You drop both your arms, even more horrified than previously as your jaw opens and closes before yelling,

“CHISHIYA!”

~AN: Thank you for reading and all of the support! I hope you enjoyed part three, and point any spelling mistakes please! :D~

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Two Cat People In The Same Room. (II)

Part ll —> (Part I here)

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1451

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, general audiences, canon divergence, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side-eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

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You and the boy with the overalls, who kindly introduced himself as Ippei, got along just fine, with or without Banda and Chishiya. He seemed like an honest person, so you supposed you could trust him. It wasn’t as if you’ve got many options either…you would probably be okay with trusting Chishiya too, since you have seen each other around before when he was beginning to speak to Arisu more.

And speaking of Chishiya..he and Ippei must have bumped into each other at some point when you left to use the bathroom, because by the time you came back, the two were chatting enthusiastically. Chishiya noticed you first even from a distance, and when Ippei turned his back on him to greet you, the white-haired let a tiny smile slip. Confused, you looked down to avoid his gaze and quietly replied to Ippei.

Why did you feel flustered?

Is it because seeing Chishiya smile was typically a sign something bad will happen? He looked too stoic for his own good mostly…

You look up again, and this time Chishiya holds up his right hand, pressing his middle and ring finger to his thumb, making a gesture resembling a fox or cat of sorts.

What?

You tilt your head, unsure of what he’s getting at.

Chishiya bends his index finger and pinkie to make the ‘ears’ of the fox-cat move.

Oh.

Is he talking about your hood?

You suddenly feel even more embarrassed and slip your hood off, to which Chishiya only chuckles, walking over.

Ippei seemed oblivious, introducing Chishiya and explaining that you should let him join your duo since he didn’t have a partner.

You slowly nod, not truly minding his presence.

“Okay, you can join us, Chishiya.”

Relieved, Ippei let go of the breath he was holding, as if he had expected you to say no.

“Let’s work together and leave this place soon!”

Your new ‘teammate’ hums in response, boring his eyes into you again when you agreed with Ippei.

“Likewise.”

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After the end of the first round, everyone managed to step out of their cells alive, which lifted a lot of the tension that was present earlier. You later found out that the Banda man ended up partnering up with an emo-looking guy that covered half his face with his hair. They were both rather unusual, so maybe it was bound to happen.

Other than them, the groups that stood out were one led by a pretty girl wearing a blue dress and a partnership between a businessman and a woman that must work with him.

However, even with others, Banda’s interest in you didn’t seem to dissolve, along with his little…staring problem.

And it was even more awkward when you’ll catch him shamelessly eyeing you whenever you were in the same vicinity. Instead of looking away like a normal person, Banda’s expression would brighten an unsettling matter like it was what he wanted the entire time. There wasn’t much you could do about it though..so you tried to get Ippei to go with you whenever you wanted a snack or when you were walking through the halls. But right now, you were unfortunately left with only Chishiya, the two of you standing near the edges of the central room as some others met up to share their suits for the second round. It still made you nervous being with Chishiya without Ippei, the man wasn’t much of a talker and whenever he did decide to talk, it was always mindless teasing…

“So…”

Chishiya began, startling you unexpectedly as he plopped his back against the wall.

“Yeah..?”

He crosses his arms.

“What’s with the outfit?”

You huffed, crossing your arms to match him. Did he have to keep pointing it out?

“I just needed something warm, and I didn’t have time to find more comfortable clothes.”

It was true, you still wore your swimsuit from the beach, just with some jean shorts over them and the hoodie. Anything is better than being underdressed and running around the streets.

“O-kay. I guess you’re not trying to steal my white hoodie aesthetic.”

You pause.

Is Chishiya…joking? He sounded fifty percent deadpanned but his attempt at being funny was at least hilarious enough for the man to pft at his own joke.

“Just kidding. It’s cute.”

“WHAT?!”

Your outburst comes as a surprise, capturing the attention of others nearby, and you try to make an excuse but only end up stuttering until you give up and decide to shut your big mouth. Chishiya blinks at you curiously in silence, waiting until everyone returns to their conversations. You ended up staring ahead and tried to ignore him for some peace of mind.

Until you felt a hot breath in your ear.

“Hey.” Chishiya whispered.

You jump back in reflex, covering your ear with a hand.

“What is it? Do I make you anxious?”

He kept his voice low, but its tone didn’t change. Cold and impersonal like he was toying with you earlier, like he enjoyed the reactions he drew out of you.

“N-no, I-”

You try to shake your head and deny it, but before you can get a proper sentence out, a body gets violently launched right past where you stood.

“TELL ME YOU FUCKER!”

Startled, your legs stumbled back towards Chishiya until your back hit his chest, and a large, scary man walked out of the direction from which the body was thrown.

The smaller, meeker guy that was tossed onto the ground sniffled, unable to reply straightly.

“Easy there.” Chishiya muttered only so you could hear.

“H-huh?”

You then realized you've been gripping onto his sleeve, unknowingly digging your nails into his arm. You shakingly let go of him, but the yelling happening in the background wasn’t calming your nerves. From the corner of your eye, you see the large man grabbing the poor guy’s hair and continuing to intimidate him into telling him his suit.

“Heyyy! C'mon now, TELL ME WHICH ONE!”

You desperately look at Chishiya, hoping he’ll somehow do something to stop the violence taking place.

“Chishiy-”

Chishiya places a finger on his lips and shushes you.

“Shh..it’s okay. Just watch.”

There was grunting, and the man on the ground was being kicked repeatedly backward by the bully, until he was satisfied and stepped back.

You couldn’t do it anymore. You were scared, but you didn’t want to watch another player get hurt by one of your own. It must be what the Jack wants, for you all to start betraying each other.

You tried to step forward to help the guy up, but a hand tightly gripped yours and pulled you back.

At that moment, someone else stepped in, propping the smaller guy up from the ground.

Banda.

He smiled that darn smile as he whispered something in the guy’s ear, and by the time the bully turned back to them, the answer he wanted so badly was given.

“CLUB! Y-you’re a club!”

You sighed in relief, justifying now the bully would leave the poor guy alone.

What did Banda say to convince him?

You shook your head, trying not to think too much about it. Better to forget these things before you lose your cool in a hearts game.

Quickly, you noticed Chishiya’s grip didn’t loosen, and you snatched your arm back. You didn’t understand why he acted that way, and just wanted some time alone from people. Even if you weren’t directly affected, the event made you feel…unwell.

Marching down one of the halls, you didn’t bother to check where you were going, wishing for the raging headache you felt to disappear.

You got pretty far away, but began to hear footsteps following you.

“Chishiya pleas-”

Someone’s cold finger grazed the back of your neck, trailing down to your collar.

“Heart.”

You snatched your head around to see Banda fondly staring at the mechanical collar you wore, and he dropped the arm that reached out towards you.

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“The game’s just begun. Let's have lots of fun, scaredy-cat.”

~AN: Boom. Part two. More Banda next part, I promise. Please let me know if there are spelling mistakes.~

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can you multiply decimals without using a calculator? no? ACID DEATH

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I haven't watched all of s2 yet but throwback to season one with the fellow members of the "I hate Niragi" club

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I never really understood what “I love you, Victor. But you aren’t mine” meant until I met Nijirō

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Two Cat People In The Same Room.

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1414

Tags: Gender neutral reader, general audiences, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

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Walking up the dark stairwells, it leaves much to the imagination of what can be lurking behind the shadows. While you weren’t exactly thrilled to be joining another game, a face card game to top it all off, there were only 2 days left on your visa. Might as well try to clear one of the easier ones before they get sweeped by the card collecting fanatics.

And besides, it's less risky to play now then later when only the kings and queens will be left.

The Jack of Hearts it is.

Approaching the top of the stairs, the fluorescent light coming from the room above makes you feel dizzy, having spent most of the day bouncing around the alleyways and attempting to avoid the king of spades along with his shooting rampage.

Dammit..why did you have to split up with Arisu and Usagi? You haven’t seen them since a little before the absolute massacre that was the ten of hearts. They seemed to be the only people that were even slightly trustworthy in the borderlands, which really isn’t much of an accomplishment when Niragi Suguru exists, but still.

Stepping inside the illuminated room, you quickly slip on the hood of your fluffy white jacket, suddenly feeling self conscious when realizing players were already scattered about, watching who will be the next unfortunate victim in this twisted killing game.

You glance around, taking a few seconds to observe your surroundings. The center room that you and the other players stood in currently was circular, with yellowing walls splitting into multiple hallways. It was quite spacious actually, and there was even a second floor to accompany the large complex. However, it was just a tiny bit nerve wracking with the place eerily resembling a prison.

You focus on the wooden counter in the middle of the room, and also the tv screen on your left indicating the registration requirements.

{Each player must put on a collar in order to participate}

Ah yes, the fan favorite neck exploding collars.

Glancing down, there were only two more collars remaining, and strangely enough, there was a tiny circular screen on the front. You quickly reach for one of them, before freezing as someone’s hand brushed against yours, reaching for the same one.

In that slight moment of hesitation, they had taken the collar.

You looked up, a bit offended and half expecting a meager apology, but was met with a taller man wearing a neat blue button up, who only smiled in return.

You decided to just take the other one…and hopefully avoid him later while you’re at it. A few seconds pass with you trying to snap on the collar to no avail, and while you were frustrated, you didn’t want to ask for help from strangers.

Lucky for you, you didn’t need to ask, because the cold hand from before, who you now know belongs to the weird guy that just had to take your collar, gently took the collar from your hands.

“You’re putting it on the wrong way.”

He didn’t sound condescending like you thought he would, instead just putting the collar around your neck, the item making a metallic click sound as it securely snapped closed.

It took every muscle in your body to not flinch back from how cold his fingertips were when they made contact with your much warmer neck.

What is up with weirdos and having cold hands?

Chishiya also had cold hands.

Not that you ever held his hand, or thought about holding his hand, but you just knew.

“Oh, uh..thanks.”

At least the blue button up guy was helpful, more than the other people just staring.

You thought that concluded your painfully awkward interaction, but the man leans a little closer to your face and lowers his voice.

“My name is Banda. Banda Sunato. We should be friends.”

Yes, you could use a friend. A trustworthy one.

And you weren’t desperate enough to settle for Banda.

“Uhm..”

Banda waits for you to reply, and he really hopes you’ll be compliant. He just couldn’t help it, see, he just really liked…cats.

He hadn’t seen any animals since waking up in the borderlands, and the only thing he really missed from the ‘real world’ was his pet. So when he walked in and saw you in your cat-eared hoodie, all he could think about was how he wasn’t there to feed his cat (whom he creatively named Kitty)…and how easily blood can taint your white jacket.

Another smile seemed to grow on Banda’s face at your visible nervousness, but he wasn’t given long to appreciate it as a robotic voice filled the air from the speakers.

{The Game Will Commence}

Everyone’s attention was captured by the flickering tv screen that began displaying the rules.

{Solitary Confinement}

{Each round will last one hour. Players must guess the suit: heart, spade, diamond, or club displayed on their collar by the end of the round within five minutes. Players must report their answer inside a cell of their choosing.}

Murmurs arose around the room, and you instinctively reached up to touch your collar, now realizing that the tiny circular screen was on the back of your neck.

And everyone else’s.

{Failure to do so will result in a Game Over.}

{Clear condition: Eliminate the Jack of Hearts hidden among the players.}

{Time limit: None. All player’s visas will be frozen throughout the game. Enough food has been provided in the cafeteria.}

You share the same look of shock as many others, the thought of staying here for a long period of time leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

{Round one: Start}

There was a countdown that began immediately on the screen. People were starting to talk about the rules, and you remembered that you were still standing next to Banda. He seemed to be listening in, and you took the chance to scurry away before he could try to talk to you.

Multiple voices engaged in conversation, seemingly suspicious of the simple nature of the game.

“Well this is easy. We can just tell each other our suits.”

“But the rules mentioned that the Jack of Hearts is one of us, wouldn’t they lie to make us lose?”

“Meaning, this game would go on forever unless someone lies to the Jack.”

The last stranger's voice makes your eyes widen, looking around the room until they land on a figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Chishiya.

He was alive, with his clean white summer hoodie and calm demeanor, completely fine even after the destruction of the beach. You weren’t exactly close per say, but a few interactions here and there and it was impossible to forget him.

Someone like Chishiya stood out too much, and you didn’t know whether it would be better or worse for him to remember you or not.

You might’ve stared a bit too long, because when everyone began to disperse and form their own little alliances, Chishiya caught your eyes, raising his eyebrows and grinning when you looked away again.

“Hey.”

You jump, feeling a hand grip your shoulder from behind.

It’s Banda, and he’s amused at your jumpiness by his presence.

“What do you say? Let’s be useful to each other.”

His way of wording things made it sound as if he lacked understanding of how human relations worked on the surface level. Can you really trust a man like Banda?

“Oh, I-“

Someone else butts in, stepping in next to you.

“Actually, that’s my partner.”

You held your breath when Chishiya, still full of as much audacity as the day you met him, pursed his lip and waited for Banda to back off.

Banda’s expression was unreadable, looking over at you for confirmation.

“Really? I haven’t seen you two talk at all.”

Oh.

So, Banda has been watching.

Chishiya prepared to say something else, but another small voice sounded a few feet away.

“Oh uh..”

A boy wearing a yellow striped shirt and overalls looked at you nervously, then looked back on the floor.

Chishiya and Banda glanced at each other, then at the boy, as if saying ‘what?’.

The boy bowed politely, addressing you.

“I-I was wondering if you would like to be partners!”

The two men beside you scoffed, not really expecting a third competition. But it wasn’t as if you'd pick Mr.Overalls who randomly came up over them, right?

“O-oh yeah, sure.”

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Both of their smirks drop.

~AN: This is my first time writing a reader insert, so I hope it is okay. If anyone is interested in part two, let me know, and feel free to ask any questions. ♡︎~