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akugyu · 2 years

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۞ featured characters : kamisato ayato, al-haitham, and kaeya alberich . . . mentioned thoma + diluc.

۞ genre / warning : suggestive. borderline smut. very much fingers in the mouth. cheating, mentions of hate sex, the ruining of the readers crushes. my writing, because i haven’t posted content since april </3 barely proofed tbh.

۞ word count : estimated 1.6k

۞ summary : based heavily on three separate songs !! they were never the first option . . . maybe someone you admire from afar, worked for, or even loathed— but they desired you, nonetheless.

kamisato ayato was not under any circumstances an ignorant man, nor was he blind. brightly colored sapphire's dulled by violet hues would often catch you tucked away in corners of the estate, gawking after his too friendly for his own good housekeeper, thoma. oh how ayato loathed the way your eyes lustfully followed that man's every move, but regrettably he had found himself unable to make his own advancements towards you. had you not already vocalized how selfish you thought the master could be, perhaps he'd already have you wrapped around his finger. though, the commissioner knew your words lacked any real semblance of truth behind them. you were his most beloved, and trusted member of the shuumamatsuban after all.

he wondered if he could compromise something so structurally stable by clear hierarchy.

atleast, that was until he saw something to his distaste… thoma's steady hand reached out to stroke against the delicate and supple skin of your cheek. hidden behind a pillar of the common room, he silently watched in a seething emotion that he couldn't quite comprehend. was it jealousy? the way that blush crept up straight to your ears, while the moonlight danced across your features so effortlessly through the window had him cascaded in rage.

as his housekeeper turned away from you to take his leave; ayato failed to show constraint, quick to approach you. a gloved hand ghosted along your arm, yet his grasp turned harsh. even as a forbiddable ninja, you didn't have the time to process his actions. you were suddenly shoved against the door of ayato's quarters. a groan of displeasure sounded from your throat, effectively making him twitch with an unmissable ache. the sounds you made were always so sinful, he couldn't help but to ponder over all the noises he could have produced from your mouth. all for the sake of his ears alone.

"my lord–"

"i could be a better boyfriend than him…" the grip tightened, holding both of your dainty wrists above your head now. with an undefined strength, his knee wedged your legs away from one another; slipping his thigh to rest between them. rather efficiently, the pressure he applied retrieved such an exquisite sound that made him want to devour you whole. using his teeth to discard the glove that hid away the slender length of his fingers, ayato's thumb graced your bottom lip, parting it from the upper one ever so slightly. "thinkin' i'm gonna steal you from him… i could be such a gentleman."

"... my lord." you tried again; weakly mumbling with a hint of desperation.

his eyes darkened greatly as you spoke, strands of diluted hazy blues encased his face ethereally. opening your mouth to speak once more, the man rolled his eyes before shoving two fingers past your lips. your eyes were quick to widen in shock, but nonetheless he became pleased when you began to suck them off. a sadistic laugh echoed around the room, the head of the kamisato clan was over delighted of the sight before him.

"you simply talk too much my dear," his lips began ravishing the salty skin of your neck; voice too overcome with luxuria. "you needed to be shut up. behave for me now, little one." you could only moan in response, far too distracted with the intrusion pressing on your tongue… oh yes, he'd have his fun with you indeed.

he despised you, oh so very much.

everything about you was too infuriating. the way you talked, so sultry and smooth. the way you walked, hips swaying back and forth with each step. the way your eyes sparkled with glee and excitement when your words would cut him down from the pedestal that he sat upon. the grand scribe of the akademiya wanted one thing… revenge.

revenge for every ounce of hatred you made him feel. revenge for the way you made his heart pound in his chest. revenge for the feelings you'd never return. revenge for looking at that lowley scholar in such a seductive, romantic, and sickenly sweet way. revenge for the way you sat on the other side of the bar, flirting with the disgusting excuse of a man while he sat next to his latest conquest. al-haitham's eyes were locked on your face, wondering all over your body and undressing you in his head, wondering what your nails would feel like while they dug into his sensitive skin, as he drove himself into you over and over again.

"... al-haitham–! are you even paying attention to me?" the woman spoke in a hushed tone, trying to remain unheard by the other customers.

his wandering eyes didn't leave you as the other woman spoke. watching as you finally looked his way, he mumbled, "i think i'm mentally cheating."

“mentally cheating?"

"i think i'm mentally cheating… how could i be so disobedient?" al-haitham clenched his jaw as you licked your lips, and stood up. your dress rode up a little too far, and your date reached out a hand to pull it down before you swatted it away. "can't help the fact that i caught feelings…"

the man stood from his seat as well, leaving the woman yelling after him as he walked after you when you moved towards the restroom of the infamous bar. you felt him before you saw him. the stalking presence was overwhelming; you felt as if you were a weak prey being followed by a dangerous predator. the moment that the door closed, al-haitham had you pressed against the dingy wall, his hand tightly wrapped around your throat while his lips approached your ear.

"you drive me insane, did you know that y/n?" he breathed against you, hungry and desire ridden for someone he was supposed to hate. "feels like hell to be in love with someone else… how do i draw the line?"

you laughed, and it made him cringe. "we'll want to cross it all the time."

"i mentally cheated." the grip tightened around your neck, yearning to taste that bitter revenge the more you opened your mouth.

"... why not do it physically?"

the grand scribe mimicked your earlier laugh. he didn't need to be told twice as his lips met yours in a feverish act, his lower half grinding against you to gain a better sound than the one of your voice. the curiosity of how you tasted only somewhat satisfied… fuck, why did you give him butterflies? he wanted to kill them, and make you beg for forgiveness for making him feel this way.

you were almost too much for kaeya alberich to handle.

it wasn't your sass. nor was it your inability to sit still for a duration longer than he could breathe. no, it was your infatuation with his brother. the cavalry captain was fighting for your attention, and leaving secret hidden marks of his desire for you on your collar bones behind angel's share. yet, each and every time the two of you walked into the tavern, your eyes were locked on the fiery redhead. was it him? or did he simply not satisfy your inner fantasies?

after everything that kaeya did for you, he assumed you would make a choice that led you straight into his arms.

everynight, you came crawling to him with tears in your eyes over his elder brother paying you no mind. oh, how he abhorred so much hatred towards diluc for not noticing your beauty. rightfully so, he was a little jealous of the tavern owner for having your complete attention on him, though he understood he couldn't be so selfish when you were often tucked safely in his tighter than usual embrace.

tonight was no different.

knock. knock. knock.

a sound that was barely audible to his ears once you knocked at his door. opening up to see you standing there, tears in your eyes and covered from head to toe in rain water, reeking of alcohol. he knew he shouldn't, but he was going to anyways– what followed could be dealt with the next morning, per usual, when you were sober once again.

"i told him…" you muttered softly.

he didn't hesitate, his morals flew out of the window as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside. kaeya's hands were on your hips, fingers digging in a little too roughly as he craved to absorb your entire essence within himself. for a brief moment, he searched your face for any sign or expression that said you didn't want him.

he found nothing on your face, save for desperation.

"you're so tempting… cold like the breeze–" kaeya's lips finally met yours, and it was like nothing you had ever felt from him before. this time it was ridden with possession and desire. somewhere in your dormant state of mind, you finally felt what he felt. "... but you're warm like the beach."

steady, target locked hands tugged at the hem of your shirt to free you of the soaking mess that the weather had created. everytime that he undressed you further, his fingers followed suit, caressing every inch of cold bare skin that he exposed for his own selfishness. you were all but nude when he finally had you pressed against the satin sheets of his bed, all the while, your head was violently spinning. not from the alcohol, but the new intoxicating taste that his lips brought to your sensitive, wanting skin.

"... it's what i need." he mumbed softly against your thighs, leaving behind a wake of all the previous marks that have begun to fade.

vibrant, and longing eyes were rolled back in your head as you grasped into the dark strands of his hair that were known for obscuring your vision one too many times. "... i'm what you need?"

"you made me wait too long, now i'm going to make sure all of mondstadt hears my name being screamed by your beautiful voice." that diluc, heard your screams of pleasure.

— featured songs consist of . . . boyfriend by dove cameron, mentally cheating by natalie jane, + natural by the driver era.

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akugyu · 2 years

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۞ pairing : gojo satoru x reader

۞ genre : hurt/comfort, very mild smut, aftercare !! set slightly before jjk vol 0, but no spoilers <3

۞ word count : estimated 2.4K

۞ summary : satoru has a bad day, and you make it all wash away with a few tender actions and soft words that he’s never had the pleasure of hearing before.

"satoru…" you muttered against his lips, voice sounding similar to that of dripping honey as it reached his ears.

every mumble of his name had him moaning into the crook of your neck, his hands delicately holding your wrists above your head as he lazily thrusted into you over and over again; desperately searching for some form of release to let go of his pent up worries from the day. "just a little longer, dove… hold on for just a little longer for me, alright?" his lips devoured yours, swallowing the heavenly moans that slipped from your tongue like a dagger.

you couldn't miss the way his hands tightened on your wrist, his calculated thrusts growing sloppy before he briefly paused every movement. a thought seemingly crossing his mind, the growing aggravation of the increasing weight sitting on his shoulders beginning to frustrate him beyond his own comprehension. glancing down at you beneath him, gojo began to open his mouth to speak but his words faltered. your pupils were blown out in pure bliss and ecstasy, and yet he swore he could see them shape into the cutest little hearts as you stared up at him.

his words may have been caught in his throat, but you didn't need to hear them to know everything he was feeling. luckily enough for you, this wasn't your first time experiencing the all knowing and strongest sorcerer have a bad day. it all led to him crawling into your bed, holding you close, while he voiced his sinful thoughts of all the things he craved to do to you. it rolled out of his mouth as if it were rehearsed mere moments before spoken. gojo was far from weak, but when he hovered over you like this, pressure cracking at his sanity as he urgently looked for a way to cease the aching sensations vibrating throughout him; you knew you had to be that moment of sweet release and serenity… because even the strongest of minds deserved a tender love, and to be showered in a care that only you could provide.

seeing that twitching thought bounce around in his brain, you smiled softly; one that hid a secret meaning that only the two of you shared. "satoru…" you spoke again, though this time you sounded more like a divine succubus luring him in, and far less like heaven. "give me your stress, and frustrations."

your words alone were enough to send him off the deep end. it was the permission that was granted behind your voice that made his breathing stagger, causing his hand to slip away from your wrist as it found its resting position at the base of your throat. you felt him twitch inside of you, awakening a deeper urge to make you scream his name until your voice fell hoarse and weak… because if he couldn't feel like the strongest outside of the confinements of your shared bedroom, he'd feel it as he ruined you for anyone else. each and every moan would fill him to the brim with a newfound strength; even if it were only to last the night.

what was supposed to last a regulated amount of time, turned into moments stacked upon moments that felt like a century of pleasure. each position was a new round for him, each of satoru's actions felt rigid and stiff as he brought you to that familiar edge one too many times, but you held on for as long as you could because every second that it lasted– you could feel his shoulders ease, and the tension disbursing from his chest and back… you held on, because your love and worry for your lover greatly outweighed the frustration that bubbled in the pit of your stomach from not reaching your own high.

… until that frustration dissipated as he collapsed beside you. chest rising and falling aggressively, crystal baby blues locked on the ceiling as he fell mute. that was always the low of these sorts of nights. the prolonged activities you shared would finally reach an end, shoving him back into a bottomless pit of his own worry and fears.

satoru felt you move, yet he couldn't bring himself to yet. every muscle in his body urged him to get up, to shower you in his usual uplifting mood and casual joking manner. to take care of you, spoil you, and clean you up just as he did every other time you two had sex. as he was about to suck down his own guilt and darkening emotions, he heard you mutter a response to his silent struggle, "it's alright, satoru… rest here for a moment, okay?"

he said nothing, simply watching your naked form walk off to the bathroom. your beauty couldn't compare to any sight he had ever taken in before. your care and understanding of him never ceasing to baffle him. gojo satoru was a man that had experienced many things in his life, both of the good and bad spectrums, and yet he simply couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of you.

everyone knew how hard the path of a jujutsu sorcerer was.

everyone except for you.

perhaps you could imagine the difficulty. deep down, you knew that you wouldn't ever be able to fully understand it. the only ways that were left for you to at least comprehend the hardships, were moments like tonight. when only the shell of a man was left on your bed, broken, fearful, guilt ridden… there was nothing more that you desired in this screwed up world than to take it all away. no one could see through him like you, and every ounce of negativity he felt? you wished to burden upon your own shoulders.

you didn't fully understand his struggles in that world. how could you?

… but you were always left to feel the remnants of it.

turning to the bathtub, you ran the warm water and began to fill it up after dimming the lights. searching through several scents, you found the lavender essential oil that satoru always found himself addicted to. his nose always pressing against the supple skin of your neck to breathe it in. smiling to yourself, you cracked the window open for the sound of the gentle rain to seep in through the room. leaving the water to run, you moved to light several candles throughout the space before you heard satoru groan.

he sat up on the bed, holding his head from the bitter agony of the 'curse' he bore. making your way to him, your hands found their place on his shoulder as you moved between his legs, fingers pressing down into the muscles in a soothing manner. his head rested against your chest, eyes screwed tightly shut as he willed the cursed energy seeping through him to cease. your steady fingers made their way to his temple, rubbing in gentle circular motions.

"why are you so good to me?" his voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

you didn't dare offer him a reason, instead opting to take a step back as you took his hand in yours. "come with me…"

as if his feet had a mind of their own, he stood and followed after you, resembling that of a love sick highschooler. wordlessly, he watched you get into the tub first, your legs spreading underneath the water for him to lay between. almost sluggishly, he climbed in after you; immediately his large hands found your calves and pulled them over his hips. his fingertips tentatively running over the smooth skin, losing himself to his own train of thought.

a thousand and one different words begged to leave his lips. each one held the question of 'why?'. no one beyond you had ever cared enough to do the things you did for him. in his vast darkness, you were a shred of innocent light that shined down on him. someone so overcome by their humanity, and purity away from the sorcerer world. to him, you were nothing but cascading warmth and comfort. someone that instilled faith within him once more.

despite his racing thoughts, all satoru could feel was you. your tender movements as you brought the sponge over his chest, until your hands moved up to card through his hair, gently running the water through his hair. these were the only moments when he felt safe.

"the morning rain clouds up my window" you softly sang along to the song playing on the record player in the other room, massaging his scalp in the process. "... and i can't see at all."

wiping away the suds at his shoulder, your lips brush against the spot where it met his neck. a soft giggle bubbled out of your throat as you watched the goose bumps raise on his skin. god, how you sounded like a perfect melody to his ears. to you, satoru was perfect in your eyes. always hiding behind his flaws and worry, to ensure his facade of that youthfulness he lost not many years ago. that was one of the many things you loved about him; how despite it all, he could still manage to be so strong for you and the others.

"why do you love me?"

"what?"

"tell me why you love me."

gojo took your hand, pressing his lips against the back of it before he pressed it flat against his chest over his heart; right where you would always be. you wanted to speak, but hearing his voice so tired and drained, you couldn't. had the world been so cruel to this man, that he couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of someone being so inevitably in love with him? your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you felt his body convulse against yours. gojo shook in your grasp, releasing your hand as he doubled over and began to weep.

without hesitation, you stood from your position and moved to sit in front of him. cooing at him gently, you held him close as he cried into your chest. no one saw this side of gojo. no one except for you, and even then? it was rare. so, you did what you did best.

slowly, his arms circled around your waist as he held onto you, his quiet sobs not seeming to die down any time soon. as if you were caring for a wounded animal, you lifted his chin to rest against your shoulder before reaching for the shampoo bottle. it wasn't his, but yours. the supple scent of cherry blossoms waffed over the two of you as you poured a bit into your hand and began massaging it into his hair; applying a gentle pressure to his scalp in the process. lathering it all up into the strands, you heard him sniffle near your ear and the sound was similar to that of a child. continuing to hum along to the music in the background to soothe him over, you began to rinse his hair.

too often for your liking, the air would be filled with a 'why?' from satoru. to his astonishment, you never replied with a verbal answer. instead, you choose to express your love with actions.

time seemed to drag on. the two of you sat in the tub, limbs intertwined together as he let out his frustrations through tears, and whispered questions that were only answered with the touch of your lips. after what felt like hours like that, he finally leaned away from your shoulders and let his arms fall from your waist. beautiful ocean waves were surrounded by splotchy red as his eyes had become bloodshot, neither one of you could tell if it was from the crying or the lack of sleep. with as much ease that you could muster, the pads of your thumbs caressed against his cheeks, wiping away the remnants of the salty tears. to which he again, grasped your hand in his, kissing your palm before leaning into your touch.

"satoru…"

"hm?"

you smiled as he replied, feeling a victory as he had finally begun to calm down and allow the storm in his mind to be calmed by you. "you are not the man that you are because of your name… and you are not the man that i love because of your strength." you paused so that you could press a kiss against his puffy lips. "you are the epitome of a sincere friend, a gentle lover, and most importantly, a great father figure."

the way that he watched your lips move with every word could almost put you in your own trance, but you forced yourself to brush it off. as you had spoken, you could almost see him wince from your voice hitting his ears. you knew that it wasn't you, but rather the fact that he began to feel more overstimulated from six-eyes.

standing from the tub, you stepped out and wrapped a towel around you tightly. handing satoru one, you pointed to the toilet as he secured the warmth around his waist and sat on the seat. you moved between his legs and began drying his hair off without causing his head to move around too much.

the little moments like this made gojo realize that he could stop filling your head with his questions of 'why?'. you were so gentle, caring, and loving with him that with each of your actions he could all but see the love pouring out from your fingertips and cascading over him. though he didn't know what he had done to deserve you, he was more than willingly to accept it if it meant having you by his side for the rest of his life.

feeling the towel stop moving against his wet hair, you disappeared from his sight and he felt a ping of hurt in his chest. being too caught up in his thoughts of adoration for you, you had silently slipped away. he hummed in question, but decided to go rest on the bed in hopes to silence the sounds of the world banging against his ear drums. collapsing onto the bed, gojo leaned his head against the headboard and his eyes fluttered shut as he sought to empty his mind… until he felt you crawl into his lap a few moments later.

carefully, you ran your hand through his hair and brushed it all back away from his face. the cool cloth of the bandage he often used to cover his eyes slid through your fingers as you began to bind it around his head to shield his vision and offer his mind aid in its seeking of shelter.

your lips found his again, only ghosting against the still swollen skin. "satoru. we are… timeless."

"promise?" he muttered quietly.

"promise."

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