#Mrs Gojo fucked up bad hell everyone did

[urm0o0m]

"We Are Going To Ruin You"

Synopsis: You and your s/o have been together for almost a year, but although you were happy about it, your s/o had many flaws, you accepted them, putting your all into the relationship, but a few months later your partner began to let things go over their head. Sooner or later the bad began to outweigh the good. You felt the world around you crumble to pieces seeing the way the person you loved so much began to neglect you and begin acting like the relationship did not exactly exist.

Content Warning: Drugging! Alcohol, Virgin AFAB Reader, Oral, Taking pictures, Exhibitionism, Crying, Mirror, Multiple reader orgasms, Squirting, Full body orgasm, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Praise, Creampie 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

You were a mess. You stopped hanging out with friends, doing the things you normally would, you began to even stay home from the academy. You were laying in bed at home when there was a knock on the door, you ignored it the first time, then the second time, until there were continuous knocks on the door. You finally decide to open it, to see your two best friends, Satoru and Suguru standing in front of you. 

In their hands they held a bunch of bags, which you assumed were filled with snacks, while Suguru held up a bottle of Gray Goose with his signature expression plastered on his face. “Guys I’m really not in the-” Satoru’s pointer finger places itself on your lips before saying “Shh. We need to get you out of this slump you're in so me and Suguru here thought we’d come over” 

You sigh and Satoru leans in “Are you really gonna leave us outside like this? We look like weirdos harassing you” You chuckle before stepping aside “You both are weirdos who are harassing me” Geto stares at you, a look of disbelief on his face. “You dare insult me?” You hug Suguru as an apology. I wasn’t talking about you I was talking about Mr. I know everything over there”

 Gojo rolls his eyes. “Yeah like your any better Miss Sassy” “Oh fuck you” Both men look at you before asking “When?” simultaneously. Blush creeps across your face. “Y’all always saying some bullshit but when it comes time to do something, at a loss of words” Geto smiles before grabbing you by your chin and pulling your lips to his. Gojo pops up behind you. 

“Save some for me Suguru! I want to taste her lip gloss too” Satoru says and a few seconds later, Geto breaks the kiss, both of you out of breath only for you to get spun around and kiss Satoru. You break the kiss this time before saying “You both know that I’m in a relationship?” Satoru scoffs “A failing one” Suguru hits him and he groans. “Liquor anyone?” Geto asks and you nod, grabbing shot glasses for everyone. 

As you walk away, both men stare at your figure and the way you walk and they both swallow, looking at each other, then you then back. “We are going to ruin her,” Satoru says before plopping down onto the couch. Geto sighs, sitting next to him as you come back. “I have the shot glasses!” You sit on the ground on the side of the coffee table opposite to the two men, placing the glasses on the table. 

You excuse yourself for a moment to go use the bathroom and Geto pours the three of you drinks and Gojo says “Should I?” Suguru looks at him and thinks for a moment. “Now that wouldn’t be fair to her. She’s still a virgin after all” Satoru sighs. “But on the other hand that would be one hell of a first time” Gojo smirks before putting something inside of your drink. 

You return from the bathroom, and everyone grabs a shot glass, you grabbing the spiked one. “Bottoms up” Satoru says before downing his drink, everyone else following suit. You scrunch your eyebrows up, picking up the liquor bottle and saying “What the hell did you buy?” Geto chuckles. “What are you a lightweight or something?” You shake your head. Geto tilts his head to the side. “Oh yeah? Prove it” 

You pour 3 more shots but this time drinking all of them and staring Suguru dead in his face. Gojo chuckles. “Look at that Suguru. She thinks she’s big and bad!” Your gaze goes from Geto to Satoru and you stick your tongue out at the white-haired male. This goes on for a while and you three eventually decide to watch a movie. About 20 minutes into the movie you get up to get a snack and you suddenly feel light headed.

You sit back down, trying to collect your bearings. 

 “What the f-”

The room begins spinning.

Your vision gets blurry

You feel like your going to topple over

You then hear the two men laughing.

“What’s the matter princess? Are you feeling lightheaded?” 

You try to piece together what's happening and the other says “I didn’t think it would take that long to kick in” You stand up, attempting to get away from the 2 men when a pair of hands grab your waist, pulling you to him. You drowsily look up to see Suguru with an eerie smile plastered on his face. You blink, trying to get rid of the feeling of not being in control of your own body.

 Gojo then pulls you into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You try to push him away from you but find that you're unable to follow through with that action even though your hands are pressed against his chest. “Awe look at that. She’s still got some fight left in her.” Satoru says once he breaks the kiss. Geto’s hands roam your body, finding the hem of your shirt. 

He pulls it over your head before pulling your skirt to your ankles and helping you out of them. You stand before them, almost naked, drugged and vulnerable. “W-what’s happening?” Suguru leans closer to your ear as he guides you to a full body mirror and he says “Let us make you feel good. Better than your partner can or ever will. Let us take your innocence and taint this beautiful body of yours” 

You stand in front of the mirror, trying to keep yourself from toppling over. “You look so pretty, Doll. Drugged, dazed and exposed to us. Can we strip you of your innocence? Please?” You find yourself nodding and smirks dance across both of their faces. Suguru’s hands wander around your waist before his fingers lightly trailing above your v-line.

Suguru gets on his knees, looking up at you as he kisses your thighs, hands resting on your hips. Gojo turns your head to face him and he smashes his lips onto yours. Geto softly bites your thigh which causes you to break the kiss, looking down at him. “Eyes on me Love” Satoru forces your head back to face him. “No. Look at me Doll” He says before kissing you once more. 

This visibly frustrates Geto and he pulls your panties down and plants soft kisses on your soaked cunt. You let out a soft gasp, breaking the kiss with Gojo. Suguru begins alternating between kisses and allowing his tongue to create small circles around your clit. You groan as you’ve never felt like this before. You began to think if they were right. Maybe they could make you feel better than your partner could.

Your legs begin to shake and you look worried. “What’s happening?” You attempt to say but it comes out slurred. “Already? It’s called an orgasm, Dear.” Geto pulls away and you whine. You mumble something and Satoru shakes his head. “He hasn’t even been eating your messy pussy for 10 minutes and you're already about to come undone” Your hands reach for Suguru, needing some kind of friction.

Gojo pulls them behind your back with one hand, his other, turning your head to the side and biting your neck. Your knees buckle and Geto holds you up by your thighs. You whimper softly and Suguru groans. “God those noises you're making are driving me crazy” He says, kissing your thighs again. Satoru continues biting and marking your neck as you wince and Geto notices this. 

Suguru slips his pointer finger inside of your cunt with ease thanks to your arousal and his saliva. You call out and Gojo makes quick work of your bra, taking your nipple in his mouth and biting on it softly. Geto attaches his lips onto your clit again, tongue flicking against it. You groan, hips bucking against Suguru’s face. His fingers curl inside of your hole.

This causes your legs to shake and buckle again which adds more pressure to your clit. Satoru switches to your other breast and gives it the same treatment as the other. He then uses his free hand to pinch your nipple. Tears swell in your eyes because of the pain and pleasure. Your cunt tightens around Geto’s finger and he slips his middle finger inside as well.

This makes you whimper as you feel that knot in your stomach tightening again. Suguru smiles as he sees your face twisted in pleasure. “Watch. Look at yourself in the mirror as I make you cum on my fingers and tongue” You hesitantly make eye contact with your reflection. “Look at you. Drugged and being pleasured” Gojo whispers, his hot breath against your ear. 

Tears slip from your eyes and your hips buck up again and Satoru grips your hips, keeps you in place as Geto picks up his pace. You groan, feeling your body temperature rise. “Go ahead. Cum on his face. Let go. Let him make you feel good” Satoru says, kissing your tears away, the salty taste touching his lips. Your hands that are now free, grab Geto’s head, pulling him as close as possible.

Your back arches and you cry out in pleasure as your very first orgasm washes over you. Your body softly shakes and you try to pull away but Satoru’s hands hold you firmly and even though you’ve already came this doesn't stop Suguru. “F-f-fuck wait I c-can’t~” Geto chuckles. “Yes you can Doll” Your breathing grows heavy, chest rising and falling quickly as you try to get away from the overstimulating pleasure.

Your body continues convulsing and Satoru forces your hips to grind back and forth against Geto’s face. This causes your second orgasm to wash over you faster than the two men had anticipated and you squirt all over Geto’s face. This catches him by surprise, he pulls back, slipping his fingers out of you. You collapse, falling onto his lap. 

Suguru pulls you into a kiss and you taste your desperation on his lips. “God you taste so good my Love” Geto says, smiling at you.  Gojo groans before saying “Do you think she’s stretched enough to take me?” Suguru shakes his head before saying “Probably not. But I wanna be the one to pop her cherry” Satoru shakes his head before saying “You got to be the first to give her head. Let alone her first orgasm”

Geto shrugs “I guess you're right” Gojo smiles, picking up your still slightly shaking body before carrying you to your room upstairs with Suguru following behind the both of you. Satoru lays you on the bed, drinking in the sight of your tear stained face. Satoru snaps at you, gaining your attention. “Doll are you on the pill?” You stitch your eyebrows together, not comprehending the question.

“Are you on birth control my Love?” Suguru asks and you nod slowly. Gojo then strips down, Geto doing the same thing. Satoru pulls your legs to the end of the bed, spitting on his hand before slowly stroking his cock and lining himself up with your hole. “Be gentle with her Satoru. We all know you-” Gojo bottoms out inside of you, slightly tearing you. You scream out in pain, shaking as you try to get away from him. 

Suguru sighs, softly stroking your hair. “Satoru, I told you to be gentle! Now look at what you did” Gojo chuckles “I couldn’t resist. I’ve been wanting to fuck her from the day I met her” Tears stream down your face as you tighten around the sorcerer, keeping him from being able to move at all. Your pain and tears turn Geto on and he sighs. “I’m so sorry, Love but can you open your mouth?” 

You whimper, doing as you're told and Suguru’s cock slips down your throat. The raven-haired male groans, body shaking slightly. Satoru begins slowly sliding out then back in, your innocence staining his cock. To ease the pain and to help you get used to Gojo’s size, Geto leans over, fingers softly rubbing your swollen clit. You moan around his cock, the feeling of your throat around his cock only enhancing the pleasure.

 Satoru groans, trying his best not to hurt you anymore then he already has but ultimately just giving up and deciding to just fuck you. His hips snap back and forth, using your slick and his pre-cum to make it a bit easier on you. Your legs shake and Suguru takes notice of this, beginning to rub your clit faster and adding more pressure. 

Suguru pulls out of your mouth, giving you time to breathe as you're about to cum. “I-I’m gonna-!” Geto smiles. “Go ahead. Be a good girl and cum for us. Cum on Satoru’s cock” His voice and praise sends you over the edge, mind going momentarily blank as you cum. “Fuck your getting so tight around me” Gojo groans, pulling out of you. “Suguru, it's your turn. I want to see how good her mouth is”

Both men switch spots, leaving you breathless on the bed. Unlike Gojo who didn’t care if he hurt you, Suguru took his time. “Can I enter you Dear?” You weakly nod and Geto pushes the head of his cock inside of you, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort or pain but finding none. He continues to slowly push himself inside of you, your back arching a little. Suguru groans, trying to keep control of his urges.

“Open your mouth whore” You whimper but do as you're told and Satoru slips himself inside of your mouth, listening to you gag on his member as he enters your throat. Both men groan, finding the pleasure that they seek as they continue to use you. Gojo grabs your phone off of the nightstand and he snaps a couple of pictures as well as a video before tossing the phone back on the nightstand. 

Suguru leans over, planting soft kisses on your neck, feeling Satoru’s cock slipping down your throat against his lips. “You're doing so well for us, Love. just a little longer okay? Can you give us one more? I just want one more orgasm from you baby” You moan around Gojo’s cock, only making the male pick up his pace. Your back arches slightly as you tighten around Geto’s cock forcing him to slow down to keep him from finishing on the spot.

Suguru groans before saying “Doll I’m g-gonna cum. Okay. I won’t cum until you do. So be a good girl and cum for me alright?” You groan and Satoru says “Are you sure you’ve never sucked dick before? It feels so fucking good” Geto begins, rubbing your clit, making your back arch more than it already has. “Go ahead. Cum of me Love. I want you to cum on my cock”

 Tears slip from your eyes again and your legs begin to shake as your third orgasm washes over you. As you cum, Geto moans before saying “I’m gonna fill you up okay? I want you to be a good girl and take it for me. Can you do that?” You nod and Gojo pulls out of your mouth and Geto reaches his climax inside of you, filling you up completely. 

He pulls out of you and Satoru slides himself back inside of you, reaching his own climax inside of you as well. You lie on the bed, your two best friends semen leaking out of your used cunt. Gojo grabs your phone again, snapping a couple of pictures of you again before sending them to your partner with the message attached. “She didn’t cheat. She did us a favor”

Word count: 2,718

Start: October 31, 2023 2:50 PM

End: December 4th 2023 7:40 PM

[nanaminokanojo]

Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 3/8

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 3/8 WORD COUNT: 4,000+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | eventual smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | mentions of murder/crime/dying | mentions and use of drugs SPOILERS: n/a

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"Do you remember the last time I was in your car?"

The hitch immediately started with that one question. It seemed innocent enough with the way you said it in nonchalance while you let your eyes roam the ivory interior of the Lexus. The two of you were only halfway out of the highway when you asked out of the blue, ultimately pissing Nanami off.

At the reminder, his knuckles immediately turned bone white on the steering wheel, his expressions turning dark as he glanced at you, mouth set in a thin line.

He couldn't remember a darker time in his life than watching you almost die from the rear view mirror of his car as you lay shivering on the backseat, unresponsive even if he struggled to both drive, not to crash and keep you conscious. The glassy look about your blue eyes and the way your pupils had blown up to more than twice their size making him shiver. It was safe to say it scarred him for life.

It was a day like any other. He had just gotten off work after a long day at the court, a mix of sadness and elation coursing through him after winning the case for a teenage girl who was brutally murdered. He finally put the man responsible for it in jail for good. It felt good to see the relief on the faces of the grieving parents; to finally put an end to the daily misery they have to go through, having to be reminded of what has become of their daughter.

But as he was resting in his study, a damp towel draped over his tired eyes and throbbing head, his phone suddenly rang. It wasn't yet 10 o'clock in the evening so he opted to answer it, surprised when he saw your name on the screen. You never really called, and the last time you did, it didn't bode well.

"Hello?"

"Suguru..." came your hoarse voice from the other end of the line, your shallow breaths and wheezes evident in each syllable followed by the sound of faintly splashing water.

"You've reached the wrong person, sweetheart," he muttered, reminding him just how Geto was your favorite among Gojo's friends. He did not resent that, but to say he wasn't the tiniest bit jealous was a lie.

Nanami called your name several times but there was no response, just loud rustling and what seemed to be the device falling on the floor with an echo.

"I fucked up big time," you managed to choke out when you spoke again, your tone slurred, and you seemed to be having a difficult time speaking.

"Where are you?"

"I n-need you... p-please..."

"What's going on?" Nanami was already on his feet, dashing out of the study and picking up his keys, still coaxing you to respond when he heard a ding on his phone. You managed to send your location but you weren't speaking anymore.

He was not religious, probably did not believe in a higher being, but as he drove towards your location, thankfully only half a mile away to the suburbs, he found himself fervently praying for your safety.

When he finally got to the address, he found a modernistic structure, a house, and there seemed to be a party going on. He saw some familiar faces, the gallery manager from the previous exhibit of your recent collection and some art connoisseurs he recognized from the same event.

He barged into the house, being handed a champagne flute the moment he entered, everyone welcoming him but he didn't see your face among the people. He refused, asking instead where you were, sprinting up the stairs in large strides when he was told you went upstairs with some people.

Nanami pretty much kicked every door open until he finally found you in one of the upstairs bathroom. He thought his knees would give out as his heart literally stopped at the sight before him.

There, on the half-filled bathtub was you, soaked to your chest. Your white hair was matted over your forehead while the tips floated on the water. You turned your head when you heard him enter, revealing bloodshot eyes, your lips blue and you looked like you didn't have any blood left with your almost greyish pallor.

Hurriedly, he took you out of the tub, carrying you downstairs much to the curiosity of the guests. "You will be okay. Stay with me," he kept telling you.

Despite your state, you managed to smile, tears springing from your eyes. "Nanamin..." you said weakly, making his heart swell that you were at least happy to see him.

He seriously thought you were going to die, but apparently, you did not necessarily overdose on the cocaine you had taken in as he would later find out from the doctors themselves. You had a bad trip and had to be weaned off the substance for the next twenty four hours.

"Are you drug dependent?" he asked when he picked you up from the hospital, opting not to tell Gojo about the matter until he got his answers.

"You won't tell Satoru, will you?" you asked.

"That depends on your answer and whether you're telling the truth," he told you gruffly, fighting hard not to be angry seeing as how fragile you looked. He hadn't slept and he felt as if his nerves were frayed.

You shook your head. "That's the first time. I promise you it won't happen again. I know it's stupid, but I was just curious."

"Your devil-may-care attitude will kill you."

"I know."

He didn't say anything more no matter how much he wanted to scold you and beat some sense into you. He never brought it up and neither did you. That was an unspoken agreement between the two of you. It was your secret which he will carry to his grave and for the last three years since then, nothing like it happened again. You voluntarily cut your ties with the people who were in that party and since then, you had been well.

"Don't remind me," he snapped at you, keeping his eyes on the road.

You’ve reached the shop that Utahime had instructed you to go to for your fitting, but before he could kill the engine, you spoke again.

"Come to think of it, I've never properly apologized for it, and I haven't said thank you enough for saving me that day."

Nanami shot you a sharp look. "I don't want to talk about it."

You sighed and held his hand as he was taking off his seatbelt. "I don't mean to make you angry, but I am sincerely apologizing for it. I am sorry because I put you through that."

Nanami held you by the wrist instead, meeting your gaze with a cold stare. "If you are, then I hope you also realized what a selfish person you are. You're right. You put me through hell. What could I have said to your brother if you died on me that night?"

You didn't say anything, appearing contrite for the first time.

"Gojo would have lost you. Your friends would have lost you." He sighed heavily, holding your hand properly, his expressions softening at how tiny yours looked in his. "I would have lost you."

At his last statement, you nodded and chuckled quietly. "I wouldn't refute that if it saves me. Still, I wanted you to know that it was a big deal for me." You smiled at him. "But that's not all. I could have lost you, but you're still here. So, thanks." And in a surprising turn of events which left him dumbstruck, you lifted both your hands and brushed your lips on his knuckles before disembarking from the car and skipping to the couturier's shop.

His mind wandered throughout the time he was being assisted into the suit that the bride- and groom-to-be had chosen for him to wear on their wedding. He had to give Gojo props for choosing well and suiting the ensemble’s piece to his preference. But he couldn’t quite concentrate on the task at hand when the scene in the car kept playing in his mind. The back of his hand still tingled where you kissed it.

All he wanted to do was see you, but you were a room away, also being pricked and pinned. He wanted nothing but for the fitting to be over so he can be with you again, regardless if it was just for the short drive going back to Gojo manor. Your course of action and words fueled something in him he thought never existed, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to see you, hear you, smell you, touch you. He wanted you, wanted to have you for himself come Gojo or high water. He already knew that, but he never felt as strongly as he did for you than at present because he also knew, that for the first time, you were being yourself and not playing games with him.

Nanami vaguely heard the tailor say something to him, but he didn’t quite catch it, but his image on the mirror suddenly became clearer as he was interrupted from his daydream. His brows furrowed together as he assessed what the man said, but before it could drag on for too long, his cluelessness, he said, “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“Is the fit just right, Mr. Nanami?” the man asked again, expert eyes scanning over his figure.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Nanami stated hurriedly. He couldn’t care less about the suit, but it was already great. He didn’t see any reason to prolong the appointment. “Can I get changed now?”

“Certainly, sir,” the tailor said. “I will leave you to get dressed.”

He just nodded and carefully shed the suit off before changing back into his clothes, meticulously folding the sleeves of his shirt before he set out in search of you. He knocked on the door he was directed to, hearing music playing on the other side of the door along with some voices, one of which was yours.

The door opened and his eyes immediately met those cool blue ones through the mirror. You had your arms spread out to the sides as three women worked around you. “Done already?”

Nanami felt heat creeping up his neck as he averted his gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were far from finished.”

“Oh, shush. I need your opinion.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Like I know anything about this.” At odds to his words, he sat down.

“Your boyfriend is handsome,” the couturier commented with a flirtatious giggle as he sized Nanami up.

“I –”

He was about to protest when you cut him short and said, “Isn’t he?”

“That coming from the person who said she didn’t feel like drawing my face,” he said, feigning annoyance.

“Oh, baby. I can’t draw your face if its saves me.” You flashed him a seductive smile. “You’re too perfect.” You winked at him through the mirror while he just sat down and shook his head in amusement, picking up a magazine but not really reading through it. He just watched as you were directed like a doll to pose whichever way the stylist wanted and he could have sworn he has seen nothing more beautiful.

“Just another pin right here,” the couturier said flamboyantly, fastening this and that around your sides, “…and we’re done!” He clapped his hands, standing back as he admired his handiwork. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s fine,” you said, tilting your head to the side.

“Hmm,” Nanami butted in, closing the distance between him and you. He came closer behind you, silently ordering everyone else out of the room with a succinct jerk of his head before he stood there, eyes on your bare back. He placed both hands on either of your shoulders, towering over you.

You quietly observed what he was doing from the mirror, your expressions unchanging even when he traced your spine with his finger. His lips curled at the corners ever so slightly when you slightly jerked forward when he reached the small of your back, relishing the smoothness of your skin against his calloused digit. He lingered there, drawing circles as he met your gaze on your reflection.

“Isn’t this too low?” he asked, his breath hitting the shell of your right ear. “You’re attending a wedding anyway.”

“Oh?” You twirled around so that your back was to the mirror, while you looked over your shoulder to check what he was saying. The plunging style of the dusty rose gown dipped all the way to your waist. “You think so?” You looked up at him, noticing how his face was just inches away from you. “I think it’s okay.”

“Okay for everyone to see?”

At that, you smiled smugly at him. “And you don’t like that, do you, Nanamin?” you asked sultrily.

“I am your boyfriend after all,” he teased. “While I’d like to brag about you, it wouldn’t sit right with me to know everyone’s seeing what’s supposedly only for my eyes, now would it?”

“I never took you for the jealous – whoa!”

Without preamble, he wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close so that you were flush against his chest, a devious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He wasn’t even concealing his enjoyment anymore. He liked having you close like that, your intoxicating scent dominating his senses.

“Why did you say that to the stylist?” he asked, leaning closer and reveling at the fact that you were caught off guard, eyes wide in surprise.

“It’s easier to just say so than explain, isn’t it?” You leveled your bearing with his. “You didn’t do anything to disagree either.”

“First, you kiss me in front of your brother, flirt with me like it’s normal and say things like that. What are you playing at?”

“Is this one of your games?” you asked, returning his question to you the previous day. You reached up and cupped the side of his face, eyes lingering on his mouth. “Cause I’ll play, Kento.”

He has never quite thought of his name before, whether he liked it or not. It was given to him and he couldn't imagine being called anything else. But he has never liked the sound of it as much as he did when it was rolling out of your tongue. It brought out a strange feeling, spurring him on to give in to his desires instead of holding them back like he usually does with you.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Fuck everything, he thought, dipping his head lower to close the distance between the two of you until he was touching your lips. A quiet gasp left your mouth when he pressed his lips onto yours in an experimental touch, gentle as a zephyr. Your ocean eyes stared at him, taken aback when he pulled away but the dazed look you had was the same one that drew him back to you, landing pecks several times, each one lingering longer than the last.

"Are you teasing me, Nanamin?" you breathed out softly, the laughter in your voice dying out when he captured your lips, this time shutting you up for a good while, coaxing you to respond to his ministrations. He knew he won over you when he felt your fingers grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, your chest rising and falling against his in shallow breaths, making his heart thrum wildly.

His senses were already heightened whenever you were in the same breathing space as he was, but it was always a different story when you were touching him. Hyper aware. There wasn't a better word that would describe how he felt at that moment. He seemed to see everything he wouldn't usually notice; hear his heart thrumming over every other thought in his brain; almost touch the tension in the air and feel that intense heat blooming from his chest outwards.

But at the same time, nothing mattered but the person in front of him, kissing him and making him feel all sorts of ways. He was a gonner and he knew it but he didn't want to fight it either.

You moaned into the kiss when he gently darted his tongue into your mouth, seducing yours in a fiery dance that united your breaths. His hands made their way up your shoulders, the feel of your soft skin awakening carnal thoughts, making him think of nothing but ways to own you, mark you until he was satisfied. He cupped your face in his large hands, holding you in place, unable to get enough of your taste and the sensations you gave him. They made him crave like a man starved and deprived and he wants to take, take, take.

By the time he pulled away, he was a panting mess, eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours, willing himself to calm down. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips the moment he opened his eyes to find you flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. But that was short-lived when he heard a clinking sound on the side of his head and a wicked grin stretched over your mouth. When he followed the sound, he saw the keys to his car dangling on your fingers.

"What –"

You took a step back when he tried to reach for it, effectively holding it away from him. "Prestidigitation," you declared, sounding victorious. "I'm driving. No arguments."

Nanami sighed, his senses still fuzzy from your kiss and the sight of you whirling around in chiffon and taffeta. He just gave in to his affections for you in hopes of coming out the victor, but you still played him in his own game. "Fine. You win."

You stood on your toes and pecked him on the cheek, stepping off to the side to ring the bell for the shop staff. "I promise not to crash your car."

**

Nanami sat on the passenger side of the car, glancing at the fair-haired villain who stole his car keys, currently driving him to some surprise place of your choosing. He had protested when he noticed how you were going to the opposite way from the manor, taking the highway that led well away from the town. Thrice, he told you to turn back and for every reason he cited, you had a counterattack, not necessarily valid but enough grounds for you to get your way.

"I need to read through the case file and take down notes to make up for the time I'm missing at the firm," came his first excuse but you effectively shot that down by pointing at his briefcase neatly tucked at the backseat.

"Yeah, cause as anal as you are about your job, you don't keep spare copies in your car in cases of emergency."

He jerked on his seat at your comment. "Hey, I'm not anal about my job! I'm just being prudent."

You laughed at the way his voice was raised than usual. "No need to get defensive. Besides, Your initial hearing isn't going to be in two months and by the looks of it, you have everything almost done."

"How did you –"

"I saw them the first day you arrived." Shrugging, it was your turn to shoot him with an annoyed gaze. "You keep forgetting that I have photographic memory. I'm cursed to remember everything."

Truth was, he seemed to be forgetting whose sister you were, letting his guard down and kissing you the way he did. He knew he could have done more if he completely let go of his reins. You were just too tempting, too beautiful and brimming life and infinite galaxies in your eyes which devoured him and made him lose of all sense of time, space and just sense in general.

"Satoru will be looking for you," Nanami attempted for the second time which only earned him an imperious look from you. You said everything in that single action: one, that you didn't care and two, that he was behaving ludicrously.

For the final time, he tried to appeal with something which you would actually give a damn about. "Don't you want to spend time with your friends?"

"Seriously, Nanamin, they're the least of your problems. We're going camping tonight. Besides, they know –" You deliberately stopped talking, your ears turning red, evidently flustered.

"They know what?" he prompted, leaning forward to have a better look at your face to assess your mood.

But then you said, "You're distracting me."

"And you're being evasive."

"If you don't want to spend time with me, just say so." In an abrupt swerve which made his life flash before his eyes, you pulled over to the side of the road, letting go of the steering wheel after you killed the engine. "Drive us home then."

You motioned to remove your seat belt, but Nanami stopped you, shaking his head. Why anything never went right when he was dealing with you was beyond him. "That's not it at all."

"Then what?" you snapped.

Damn, he thought. If the two of you were already fighting the way you are at present, he couldn't imagine how things would be once you were in an actual relationship. Then again, maybe it was the confusion as to what was happening that was causing the unwarranted tension between you two.

He sighed. "You're just too erratic. I can't keep up."

"And you're too fucking vanilla!" you growled.

Nanami was appalled that you would say that same comment in such a way. Leveling his ire with yours, he spat, "That's rich coming from you. Didn't you date that Kamo kid?"

You were stunned at his citation of your former relationship, even more so at his childish attempt at spiting you. It was so atypical of him. "You..." You jabbed a finger at him, about to spit fire when you realized that he cared enough to notice. Your brows knit together. "How did you know about that?"

"You think I wouldn't notice that he's been following you around like a lovestruck puppy during last year's autumn festival?" Nanami scoffed, sneering. "A person like you with someone more boring than the vanilla you claim that I am?"

He was being petty, he knew it, too. The look on your face as you just ogled him in stunned silence says it all. It was as if you never expected him to ever retort the way he did. It was really unusual if he would say so himself since he never really indulged you enough to actually argue with you the way the two of you were doing at the moment.

Out of the blue, you burst out in a fit of giggles, the corners of your eyes watering. "Come to think of it, he acts more like an old man than you do..."

"You dare call me an old man?" He knew your argument was over, but he couldn't help but say it. There was an out of place sense of satisfaction that engaging you in a word joust gave him no matter how unintelligent and shallow it was about.

When you finally calmed down, you said, "I want you to have fun and have a sense of adventure for once. I swear I won't throw your dead body to the ocean."

His left eye twitched at your sentiment. "Well, if you put it that way..."

"Just say yes to me for once."

"I always say yes to you if you haven't noticed by now."

You snickered, starting the engine. "I want you to say yes to me now."

Nanami felt something tug at his chest. "Yes."

"Good." You leaned over and poked him on the cheek.

Nanami sat there, rolling down the window as you drove, letting lose and enjoying the scenery the car passed by on the way to the sea. For the first time in a long time, his face ached from smiling too much, unable to help it.

He knew it and he didn't care if he was doomed. He was in love with you, always have been and always will.

-end of part 3-

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S “JUJUTSU KAISEN.” [20210716]

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