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eydi-andrius · 1 year

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Cruel Existence (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

summary: Gojo broke up with you a week ago. Trying to forget him, you invited your friends to a night out. It was fun while it lasted, until you realized that you never went home to your own place. In fact, you were sleeping soundly on his bed.

cw/tw: angst, hurt, pain, mentions of break up, regret, mentions of drinking until one passes out (please don't do this), trespassing

a/n: this was fun to write. I hope you like it. Again, as much as I appreciate likes, comments and reblogs motivates me better. Thank you!

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It is wild how the stranger you once met becomes the most important person in your life.

Then for one day, life decided to make that person a stranger again.

Some may argue that no, they're not strangers anymore.

However if you think about it, a person who isn't in your life is nothing but a mere stranger.

His memories may be there, and it must have been your greatest treasure. Yet, it doesn't erase the fact that it wasn't them anymore.

Each day, the knife twists deeper, sharper and deadlier the more you think about the what ifs and the whatnots.

It's like a deadly poison slivering inside your vein. Memories turn lethal and invasive. You begged for them to just stop and let you breathe.

You prayed every night for it to be over. As you close your eyes, you wish that the morning will make you feel renewed and the person you once were.

How cruel life can be when all you wanted was to be loved.

Gojo had found you first. Maybe that explains a lot why he ended it in the first place.

"Look at this girl. She called us to drink her sorrows away but she was just holding her beer and staring from afar." Iori called you out. Then, rolled her eyes in annoyance. You gave her a chuckle and muttered an apology.

If she did not call your name, you will probably think about what you did wrong and why he ended your relationship that way. He looks tired, fed up when you ask why. He wasn't the same Satoru to whom you knew. It was true that he could be cold-hearted at times but he never acted that way towards you.

That should have been a red flag but that action had made a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. You almost thought you were special.

You bit your lips as you felt another tear wanting to come out and spill your pain in front of your friends again. Shaking your head and blinking your eyes, you tried your best to stop it.

You called and invited them to forget him. It has been a week. It shouldn't bother you as much anymore. He probably had been enjoying his single life. The pain of being pursued and being rejected after achieving your goal was something you had been trying your best not to overthink about. It might be true, but it wasn't healthy to soak through the scenarios and what ifs you knew nothing about.

It will just kill you inside and there will be no reprieve for it.

Attention and awareness finally came back to what you were doing, and so you looked around. The bar was loud. Blinking lights and the alcohol were giving everyone a false sense of confidence as they danced and socialized on the crowded dance floor. Everyone looked like they were having fun. Now, you kinda felt bad that your friends were just sitting inside the private booth with you. Especially, when all of these independent ladies had been through a tough week doing their work. You felt bad wasting their time to watch you mopping and crying over a man they already told you to be wary about.

"I know what you were thinking. And no, I'd rather sit here and join you into drinking your heart out than be with those strangers. Drink up!" Mei mei raised her eyebrows and tapped your pint. She's always so impressive at reading people. Sometimes you wonder if you had said your thoughts aloud with how accurate her words were, at times.

Heart filled with warmth, with how loving your friends were, you stood up and hugged them all. Shoko who remained quiet and sitted patted your back in reassurance after returning your big hug.

It was probably harder for her to hear what happened. She was close to Gojo. You just hoped she wouldn't be planning his murder though. She may be quiet but when angry, she can be more intense than these two.

Anyway, enough thinking about your ex-boyfriend now! These hot ladies gave you their precious free time so might as well use it wisely and to full extent.

You basically had dragged the three in the middle of the dance floor and showed them your moves, which was nonexistent, so you earned a mocking and hysterical laughter from them. Yet, it did not take long for them to follow suit and even challenge you to a dance battle.

The night was filled with laughter, and for once, during that grueling week, you forgot why you were crying and had to lie about your puffy eyes.

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The pain in your head was intolerable. You had been awake for quite some time now but you cannot even lift your eyelids on how painful it was. You groaned. You moaned. You breathed in and out to make it better but the beating of the unbearable pain seems to get worse.

Well, it was true what they said, it had been fun while it lasted.

Last night was a blast. No one can stop the four of you as you claimed the stage and did your greatest night out. You felt the rush of freedom and so you did not stop taking shots after shots. The consequences were pushed back in the deepest part of your brain. And for once, you let your wild side out in public.

You were probably so wasted but at least managed to get home safe. The proof was the soft mattress of your bed. Your fresh sheet enveloping your exhausted body to a warm embrace while the air conditioner blows the perfect amount of cold. This atmosphere should have pulled you back to sleep, if it weren't for this godforsaken headache. Gosh, you wanted so bad to go back to sleep. But you are in pain, needing to pee and calm your growling hunger. You can even feel the vile gastric threatening to come up due to your empty stomach.

"How long do you plan to sleep on my bed?"

Familiar voice had spoken close to you and your body reacted way too fast. You sat up and opened your eyes. Leaning on the doorway was your ex-boyfriend Gojo Satoru. His blue eyes are neutral but his face says he was pissed.

His hair was damp. Droplets were even falling from it but he wore a white towel around his neck to prevent it from cascading further down to his body. He was half naked, only wearing an untied sweats that was hanging way too low for your comfort. Normally, you would say he was hot. But that was not the most important thing right now.

"What do you think you are doing inside my room-!?" In surprise, you yelled but were met by your very hoarse voice. You even ended up violently coughing and wheezing with how dry your throat was. It was as if you did a 24 hour karaoke with your friends or you competed at a screaming contest.

"Maybe before you groaned and moaned to someone else's bed, make sure you were actually on your bed." He tuts and moves towards where you were sitting. You felt a cold metal placed on your forehead and you sighed in relief. Even though it gave you a quick relief, it only happened for a second.

The pain, forgotten for a moment of shock, was now back twice ruthless. Your head was swimming in pain and you felt lightheaded. You left out a loud burp and you felt the hand, holding the can on your forehead, maneuvered fast to pick up the bucket placed methodically on his bedside. The respect you had for this man for preparing this much so he would be able to stop you if you plan to puke all over his place as revenge.

You wretched as if there was no tomorrow. All contents from last night probably had been vomited earlier because you felt only the acid of vile as it pushes whatever was still left inside of you. Heaving, you accepted the water he provided and gargled the last remaining content of puke in your mouth. You cleaned up using the back of your hand and leaned at the nearby chair while you were still sitting on his bed.

This is probably your year's nightmare. Drinking a lot for the first time, losing your friends by walking to someone else's house and worse, sleeping on your ex's bed and thinking it was so comfortable and homey earlier.

While you were thinking and regretting what you had done, you heard the scraping of the table being pulled closer to where you sat. His presence near you again. The clang of utensils, the sound of the lid being opened and plastic wrappers being crumpled and thrown had almost lull you to sleep when you felt a soft tap of his familiar hand on your shoulder.

With a blink, you straightened up and looked at the store bought food, placed in front of you.

It was cup noodles, a bottle of water and ibuprofen, placed on the side. The cold can of coffee just above it.

"Eat up or you will feel shittier than you are right now." He said more like an order and just stood in front of you with arms crossed.

You gulped and tried your best to eat but your hair kept on falling down and dipping on the cup noodles. You were already aware that you smelled like vomit, who could even imagine you can also smell like cup noodles. With a groan of frustration, you collected your hair on the side and was about to eat again when you felt his hand run through your hair.

He mumbled a soft "Let me." and with practiced moves, he was able to tie your hair with a hair tie. He used to do this a lot when you decided not to cut your hair shorter so you can donate it. He was so sweet and attentive when you were still together and this action of concern was not helping your case.

You sat and ate in silence while he stood there for a while and decided it was too awkward and he left you alone. He closed the door as softly as he could. Once you were sure he was gone, you gave out an empty scream and slapped your face multiple times. The pain, embarrassment, and anger were all mixed up as you felt it rise within you.

With a frustrated groan, you bite your lip and pray that this nightmare was all a dream. But you know better. Eyes staring at the familiar ceiling, you sighed. The room is engulfed with quiet except for your ragged breathing, indiciating, how sick you are.

The silence did not last long when you remembered your phone and frantically looked for it. You saw it placed properly on the nearby stool and almost cried when you saw the numerous texts and calls from your friends. Ranging from the early hours of the day and right now, it was asking for the same thing; where were you? or are you okay?.

Nervous, you tried your best to reply even with shaking hands and once you hit send, they immediately saw it and called.

The call was filled with screams of terror and relief that you were okay. But once they calmed down, you were able to talk to them properly. They even answered the gnawing question you had been wondering about when you saw Gojo in front you.

Around 3 am, you four had decided to book a room in a nearby hotel, instead of getting a cab and going home. You all were too wasted to even trust yourselves that you can all recall how to go home.

They never remember much after that but they were sure you were the first one to sleep on the bed. But later, after around 5 or 6, Iori woke up and saw you weren't there. They were filled with panic and terror because there is no way you can stand up after having that short sleep and being too drunk.

They tried to rationalize that maybe you did go home and tried to call you. But when you were still not picking up, they almost trashed the hotel room. Luckily, the cleaning lady was kind enough. When she saw their panicked and disheveled appearance, she asked the security to check if you left the hotel in one piece. It turns out, she had seen you four together and was also worried that something happened to you too.

They had seen you walking out of the room and through the lobby, up to the entrance. You obviously looked still drunk as you tried to wobble and walk straight ahead, outside of the hotel.

Since then, they have been blowing your phone with texts and calls. They could hear it ringing so they suspected that maybe you accidentally turned it to silent mode or you were kidnapped.

Grateful, you reassured them that you were fine. You made up a story that you booked a new hotel room, in another hotel, probably because you were drunk. Currently, you informed them that you were staying in that room and having breakfast. You reasoned out that you were not able to answer their calls and texts because you can barely open your eyes. It uproared another wave of panic but you told them firmly that you were fine and will call them once you take care of your too drunk ass. To stop them from asking further, you hung up the phone with an excuse that your battery was dying out.

There is no way that you will share to them that your drunk ass went to your ex's huge condominium and you thought as you woke that it was yours. You had been staying and visiting this place that your body immediately thought of this place as your other home.

After finishing your meal, and feeling the medicine taking effect. You psych yourself up to face the inevitable. There is no way you can just walk out of this place without confronting him about what you did and what he had to witness.

You walk to the restroom and try your best to look presentable and not a crazy person.

Once done, you slowly crept towards the door and opened it ajar, you scanned the place and looked for him. He was wearing a black fitted plain shirt, as he sat on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee as he typed something on his laptop. Probably, for work.

You walked slowly towards him and coughed to get his attention. His piercing blue eyes stared back at you, as he removed his glasses and closed his laptop. He grumbled and again, crossed his arms to his chest. His lips were abit pouted and the creases on his head showed a frown.

"I'm really sorry for trespassing. I promise I will never drink that hard again." You promised and even did a pinky swear in front of him. He looked unamused though as he replied with a doubtful "hmmm" and still had the same frowning face.

"Do you remember what you did then?" He asked.

"To be honest, no. I only remember being in a hotel with the girls and sleeping. I don't really remember much about what I did." You gulped when you saw him raised his eyebrow and sighed.

"See those keys?" He pointed at the keys placed on a bowl. "You used that to enter my condo. They were my spare keys that were still hidden in the same place. You were so drunk that you thought you went back home and even slept beside me. I thought I was sleeping with my pillow the whole morning, so imagine my surprise when that pillow turned out to be you." He shared with a firm voice, as if he even cannot fathom what happened.

However, something's amiss with that story.

"No way! Don't lie to me. I agree that I may have done the trespassing but sleeping beside you? Nahhhhhhh! I doubt that. Remember, you're a light sleeper! There is no way I can sneak up on you and sleep." It was now your time to raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at him. You even sounded smug for someone who owed him big time.

You do not believe that other accusation at all. That is so unbelievable and he was probably messing with you so you will feel guiltier from entering his home without permission.

"My new doctor prescribed effective sleeping pills for insomnia this time. I have been sleeping better and on time ever since. I never felt any movement at all." He smirked. And you know, you lose. Gojo never lied about these things and you also knew that he was struggling to sleep.

So if this was true, then for the whole morning, you were sleeping together!?

Who would even do that with her ex? Oh god you are stupid!

His smug look had made you feel ashamed even more and you know that you're red as a tomato. You feel hot all over and even at the end of your ears.

Let's end this humiliation and be done with this asap!

"I- Thank you for taking care of me. I owe you one. I'm so sorry again and will promise not to drink again and disturb you. Again, I am so sorry." With a deep bow, you sincerely apologize and you just hear him say "look up."

"It's alright. I'm glad your safe. Hangover but safe. " He taunted and you just wanted to slap that smirk out of his face. He was obviously implying how humiliating your shenanigans were. And they were, but he doesn't have the right to judge.

"Well then, if there's nothing more, I'll go back to the hotel and meet my friends." A bow again and you were on your way out.

You blinked when he slapped his hands on his thighs before he stood up and used his head to tell you to go first.

You frowned a bit in confusion but followed regardless.

This whole interaction was so awkward but familiar. He does this a lot whenever you visit his home. He usually drives you back home or if he can't, he will see you out to the entrance.

The elevator did not come sooner, however. It was creating unnecessary drama and tension between you two. As you just stood there, holding your bag for dear life. You hugged it for comfort and distraction on this growing awkwardness by standing near him. He looks fit. You imagine running your hands over him again. It was more tempting now than before.

"Please take care of yourself." You heard him speak first, breaking the ice. Your head whipped so fast in his direction when you heard his voice break a little when he said that. But when you looked at him, he titled his head to the side, confused at your action. Maybe you imagined it.

Embarrassed, you used the ping of the elevator as an excuse, thank god, and immediately rode the lift.

He was standing there on the other side, he was staring at you. It feels like someone was looking into your soul. You cannot help but feel vulnerable and open in front of his eyes. He looks solemn, calm.

If you stop me, I will forgive you and run back to your loving arms.

It was too late before you realized that you opened your mouth to speak and called his name.

"Satoru." His first name rang smoothly on your mouth. It feels comfortable and your heart twinged in pain when you realized that it may be the last time you will ever see him.

As the door closes slowly, you have seen his mouth move from your peripheral and he uttered your name softly, like how you say the name of the ones you treasured the most.

You do not know if you were just seeing things but his eyes look emotional, somewhat sad for a second. Before the elevator door finally closes and your name echoed when he said it.

"Y/N."

There were no tears as the lift started going down. You expected that seeing him one last time, you will feel the pain worse than before. Yet, that did not happen.

Staring at your reflection, your eyes look tired. The way those eyes bore at you speaks volume on how your soul truly feels about this.

You had a moment of acceptance when the doors closed in between you two.

A new chapter of your lives will arise. He will have his own world without you. He will be happy. He will be truly madly deeply in love with someone else.

And now, the hurt and pain became numb and cold.

Just imagining that he would love someone much greater than what he had given you was soul crushing to the point of rude awakening.

During those times, you will be happy for him. But you wish, as selfish as it sounds, that he will not be as happy when you were still together.

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Gojo doesn't need to get up to know it was you who entered his condo without notice. He was a bit concerned that you kept on stumbling around and cussing his furniture out that managed to trip you, even though it was clearly your fault.

When he felt the bed dipped and your arms automatically hugging him from behind, it made him a bit nervous. He has to pretend to be asleep or else…….or else what? He never knew.

You smell like alcohol and you're even slurring your words. He never saw you this drunk before. In fact, you never liked alcohol. You have a terrible experience of living with an alcoholic, so a mere smell of alcohol repulses you. He never expected to see you drunk and barely kept together.

He was about to confront you, when he felt your arms tighten around him and your breath tickling his back when you said, "I'm home." with a sigh of relief before passing out.

Gojo had never felt more at peace hearing those words coming from your mouth.

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When he woke up, he was just staring at you. He never had any proper sleep since the break up but knowing you were beside him, he was able to sleep well.

Maybe something inside him had been comforted when you said you were home. It actually warms his heart that you felt at home beside him.

He sat up and, a twang of pain rushed inside his chest. He shakes his hair in annoyance using his right hand.

He doesn't have the right to be sad about it when he was the one who broke it up with you.

Gojo never really knew why he did it in the first place. Sure, his family never approved of you but he never really cared about their opinion. He actually wishes for his old folks to die soon so he doesn't have to pretend that he cares about their words. He grew up without them being around.

Or maybe it was because he felt insecure that someone as kind and loving as you chose him. You were so different to the people he usually surrounds himself around but you were warm and he felt safe around you.

With a frustrated groan, Gojo stood up and was about to walk towards the door when he thought of an idea.

He slowly walked towards where you were asleep, bent down and whispered, "Welcome home." before kissing your forehead.

For the first time, after a week of him trying to justify that he made the right choice, making Nanami, his friend, worry that he was working too much, he felt at peace and happy.

Just for a moment, he wanted to pretend that he did not let you go for something so stupid and you were actually home with him.

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jeankluv · 3 months

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I told you so- Utahime Iori

summary: You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her.

paring: Utahime x fem!reader

tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s

words: 3k

notes: before pride month ended I needed to post this. I love Utahime sooooo much and I came up with this idea but I didn’t know if I should post it or not because there are not a lot of Utahime fics/one shots but I decided to give it a try. So everyone please enjoy. Also I still recovering, after hurting my shoulder but gladly it’s not my dominant arm so it’s fine 🤗

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

You looked at her, trying to hold your breath and trying not to jump, but you were one second away from breaking down. But you couldn’t scream at her, not her.

“Listen.” Utahime spoke, holding the sheets against her chest.

“I get it.” You murmured. “For you this means nothing.”

“No!” Utahime shouted. “That’s not what…”

“Listen ‘Hime, I know you don’t want us to go out as a couple. I know for you it will be hard.” You turned around and grabbed your clothes. “But I can’t… I can’t keep going like this. I don’t want to call it off but we can’t keep going like that.” You looked at her. “I don’t want to be your secret.”

“Please just…” She tried to grab your hand.

“Utahime I think this is the best way.” You said, holding back your tears. Gathering courage, you looked into her eyes. “But Utahime, you can kiss a hundred boys in bars but I know you won’t be able to stop this feeling.” You said talking about what you felt whenever you were together. “So, good luck babe.”

You left the room, putting on the dress that you had taken off with so much haste and anxiety last night. You had gone from ecstasy, from the heat of each other, from the wet kisses of both of them and your bodies knowing each other perfectly to waking up that morning, facing the feelings you had had since high school, so that Utahime would tell you that your “love” could not get past those walls.

You knew that Utahime repressed those feelings out of fear, fear of many things. Fear of her family, of what they will say, fear of the looks. But you wanted to protect her, you wanted her to feel proud to walk with you down the street while you held your hands and showed your love. But that didn't seem to have worked and you were already too exhausted to continue fighting.

With giant steps you left the apartment without looking back. That day you not only lost the love of your life, but also one of your best friends and that destroyed your heart.

10 years later

Shoko had invited you to eat after you called her to tell her that you had returned to the city, now you were both happily eating in one of the many restaurants in the city.

“I missed this.” You said.

Shoko nodded with a smile. “Me too, it’s been so long. You left for college and have been out for how long?”

“10 years this year.” You shrugged.

“God.” Shoko gasped. “A lot of things have happened and changed since then.” She shook her head. “You probably don’t know, since you both fought but Utahime got married.”

You pursed your lips. "Oh really?" You faked a smile. "I'm happy for her."

Shoko never knew about your affair and you doubt Utahime would have told her. Even though it had been 10 years since you and Utahime had met, you couldn't deny that you were still completely in love with her. Of course in those 10 years you had had a partner, but none had ever filled you up like Utahime had done.

“You could fix whatever happened between you.” Shoko said, bringing you back to reality.

You shook your head. “I don't think it's possible.”

She sighed. “You really are the same.” She said in a whisper. “Anyways, are you coming to the party?”

You smiled. “Of course Shoko.”

The day of Shoko's party arrived and you opted for a tight dress, which highlighted your figure. Meeting the guests, you walked around the place with a smile, most of them were new faces that you didn't know, but there was the occasional face that seemed familiar to you and that had probably been a classmate of yours in high school, but you honestly didn't remember them.

After a while you went out to the balcony, looking for some air and tranquility away from all the noise of people.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes when you heard the balcony door open, your moment of peace over faster than you would have liked.

But then your name sounded behind you and you felt your heart skip a beat in your chest. Her sweet voice still sounded the same as it did ten years ago. With your heart in your throat you turned slowly, meeting those brown eyes. Utahime was in front of you 10 years later and she looked beautiful, if that were possible. Your heart began to beat strongly in your heart and you felt like you had no words left. You were still too in love with her.

“You are here.” She whispered.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I… I came a few days ago and Shoko invited me.” You tried to put a smile on your face.

She nodded. “That’s great.”

It could have been 10 or 20 years but you knew her too well to know that her voice sounded hurt and that she was about to cry. You wanted to walk up to her and wrap her in your arms, but you couldn't, you shouldn't. It was then that your eyes landed on the ring resting on Utahime's left hand and a knot formed in your stomach.

“Shoko told me you got married.” You forced a smile. “I’m happy to hear that.”

Utahime looked at you. “Are you?” She whispered.

You swallowed and looked down. “Of course.”

“I know you are lying.” She said.

“And what do you want me to say Utahime?” You looked at her. “That I’m still in love with you? Well yes I am and seeing you standing here right in front of me and seeing how my whole body and soul reacts it’s only proof of that.”

You saw how Utahime’s chest rose and how her eyes looked at you with intensity. Your name being just a whisper on her lips she took a step forward. But soon enough she was interrupted by a male voice.

“Utahime, you are here.” The tall guy entered the balcony. “I was looking for you like crazy.”

You looked at the guy and then back at Utahime, you assumed it was her husband. Biting your lip, you coughed and the man stared at you.

“Oh, hi I didn’t see you there.” He smiled.

“No problem.” You shook your head with a smile.

“Satoru.” Utahime finally spoke. “She is a friend of mine.” She introduced you.

“Oh nice to meet you, I’m Utahime’s husband.” He greeted you with a smile and you felt a punch in the face as those words came from his mouth.

“Nice to meet you.” You faked your smile. “Now if you excuse me I need to leave.” You said passing by.

Without turning to look at her, you walked as fast as your feet could allow you, feeling how that knot in your stomach was getting bigger and bigger. Your gaze searched for Shoko and you saw her animatedly chatting with more people. Walking over to her, you grabbed her arm.

“I’m leaving.” You whispered to her ear.

“Already?” She said with a sad look.

“Yeah, tomorrow I have some stuff to do and I don’t want to oversleep.” You lied. “I will call you okay?” Shoko nodded and you walked out of that party.

Feeling how your heart was still pounding and at the same trying holding not to break up from that love.

Utahime Iori pov

Utahime rolled over once again on the bed. She hadn't been able to sleep since she and Satoru had arrived at the apartment. Sitting on the bed she clutched her head and sighed heavily.

Utahime rarely regretted things, but there was one thing he had been regretting for 10 years. And it had been not stopping when you walked out the door of her apartment that day. Because when you told her that that feeling that you loved and shared would never be repeated even if she kissed a hundred boys... oh how right you were.

I should have stopped you, told you that I loved you and that I would face anything for you. But Utahime was a coward and now she resented it.

Getting out of bed, she looked at the side of the bed and saw it empty, something that didn't surprise her in the least. She left the room and to her surprise she ran into him there.

“You are already back?” She whispered.

“I told you it was not going to take long.” He said back.

“Satoru you know, that I don’t mind if you spend the whole night with him.” Utahime crossed her arms and walked to the refrigerator.

“I know but since we are married.”

“You know our marriage is fake.” She said. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you.” Satoru looked at her. “Romantically, you know I do care for you.”

“Good.”

“You were a pain on my ass but now you are almost like my best friend.”

“Almost?” He said offended, Utahime rolled her eyes. “It was her?” Satoru then suddenly asked.

Utahime froze and nodded after a few seconds. “Yes…” She said with a thin voice.

“Utahime…” Satoru sighed and approached her. “You know we can always end all this show.”

“But our families…” She whispered.

Satoru laughed. “We are both CEOs of our families companies, we are not kids like back then.” Utahime looked at him. “I know you are not happy and we will never be happy in this fake marriage, we work well but there will never be that love between us. And you know that.” Utahime closed her eyes. “I saw how you looked at her and I have seen that look before.”

“Where?” She asked.

“It was the same look Suguru had when I told him I needed to marry you.” He sighed. “A gaze of logging mixed with a feeling of losing something dear to you.”

Utahime stifled a sigh and looked at Satoru. “I wanted to go after her.” She said with glassy eyes. “Tell her that I love her and love her then too. I wanted to go… but I'm a coward.”

“Don’t say that.” Satoru said. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have lost Suguru, it was thanks to you that I didn't give up and I don't know how many years may have passed for you but you still love her and…”

“She also told me that she still loved me.”

Satoru smiled. “So what are you waiting for, go get her.”

“Satoru, I don't even know where she is.”

“Call Shoko.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“It's 4 in the morning!” She protested.

“Come on try it.” He said. “How romantic would it be if you showed up at her door at 4 in the morning, confessed your love, and the two of you melted into a passionate kiss?”

“God you are unbearable.” Utahime rolled her eyes and dialed Shoko's number. “Shoko! Hello… yes I'm sorry but it's urgent.” She said with her heart fluttering. “I need you to give me an address.”

Your POV

A knock on your apartment door made you wake up. It was still dark outside and the clock on your phone didn't read past 4:30 in the morning. In silence you approached the door and looked through the camera to see who was the person who was knocking on your door with so much force. Your lips dried when you saw the figure on the other side. Taking a moment to breathe, you pinched your cheek, making sure you were awake.

With a trembling hand, you grabbed the knob and pulled it open. “Uta…”

“I love you.” Utahime said before you could ask anything. “I have always have. And I was a cowardly idiot for not stopping you that day. For letting you go.”

You looked at her and had to mentally remind yourself that she was real and that she was there. “No, you…” You shook your head.

Utahime said your name again and you looked at her. “I love you, I love you too much and… I don't want, I don't want to lose you, not again.”

“You are married.” You told her, shaking.

She shook her head. “It's not real. Satoru and I got married for our families but we don't love each other, we've never been together, we were just pretending.” She looked at you with her big brown eyes, which you were too weak for.

“But… your family.”

“I don’t care about them.” She said. “I only care about you, about us.”

You closed your eyes and held your breath. “I love you too.” You whispered.

Utahime walked towards you and cupped your face. “Let’s start over, let’s do it the right way, okay?” She smiled, the both of you were crying. “Satoru and I will go to the lawyer tomorrow to start with everything for the divorce.”

You nodded, whipping away her tears. “I missed you so much.”

Utahime smiled and knocked both of your lips in an urgent kiss, which mixed with the tears that you loved had shed. With clumsy steps you closed the front door and leaned Utahime against it, working your way into her neck, biting it and leaving it full of wet kisses while Utahime's soft moans delighted your ears.

Breaking away from her, you grabbed her hand and led her to your room. The dream you had a few minutes ago was completely gone and had been replaced by the urgency and desire to make love to the beautiful woman in front of you. You got rid of your pajamas and Utahime got rid of her clothes, leaving you both completely naked. Utahime lay down on the bed with a smile and you began to kiss her, first her lips, then her collarbone and then her breasts.

”You've only gotten more beautiful with time.” You whispered against her skin.

“Look who spoke.” Utahime said as she stifled a moan. “When I saw you in that tight black dress, I only had obscene thoughts.” She whispered.

“Oh yeah? Like what princess?” You said with a smile.

“I wanted to get down on my knees and devour you completely and have everyone hear you scream my name.” She said mischievously with a smile on her face.

“Well, it's a shame, because I'm going to be the one who devours you.” You said lifting her legs and placing them on each of your sides. “I hope my neighbors find out how good I make you feel tonight.”

You kissed her lower lips getting a moan in response from her and her hands on your hair, with your tongue you dug her hunt searching for her weak spot. She moaned your name, while she gasped with pleasure and writhed between your sheets while your tongue fucked her.

You looked at her through your eyelashes and smiled when you saw her, all red and full of pleasure. Her mouth was slightly opened and your name was constantly repeated.

You pushed your tongue into her faster, making sure to taste every part of her and making her feel in heaven.

“Oh fuck!” Utahime moaned, arching her back. “I missed you so much!”

With those words you began to suck her clit causing Utahime's moans to only increase. You wanted to taste her again, you wanted to have her like this forever, for her to be only yours.

Her walls tightened around you, she was close you could feel it, you knew her too well. Her moans became increasingly high-pitched and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly hot. With a loud moan she came, her head falling back, seeking to catch her breath.

You turned your head away from her and licked your lips tasting her with a smile.

“That was…” She said with a cracked voice.

“I know.” You smirked, sitting on the bed you grabbed Utahime by the hip and sat her down as well. “You don't think I'm done, do you?”

"I did not expect it." She answered.

Getting into position, you began scissoring, grinding harder and harder against each other. You both started to kiss while the room filled with noises of your moans and the sound of that old bed.

Grinding faster with each passing moment you felt how your body was starting to tremble. You ground your hips into Utahime's as your intimacies collided, sending shockwaves through your sweaty, desire-filled bodies. Grinding your pussies together for a little longer, you both came with a long, agonizing moan that filled the room, which then fell completely silent. Only your labored breaths were audible.

You grabbed Utahime's hips and laid her down, wrapping your arms around her. You felt her pulse and her warmth invading your body and her smell of flowers hit your nose.

Utahime turned to look at you and smiled. “Thank you for not giving up on us.”

You shook your head with a smile being drawn on your face. “I could never give up on us.”

Utahime chuckled softly and your grip tightened around her. “I love you.” She whispered.

“Me too.” You whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I feel like I'm forgetting something.” Utahime whispered.

“I'm sure it doesn't matter, now let's sleep.” She hummed in response.

And so with your bodies intertwined with each other and feeling your warmth and your heart pumping, you fell into a deep sleep.

———

Extra scene

“It’s been 30 minutes, you think she was able to talk with her?” He said. “Or maybe should I go and check that she is not there crying in the hallway?”

A sighed came from the other side of the line. “Satoru… they are probably having makeup sex.”

“Oh.” Satoru gasped. “You think so Suguru? Oh that will be awesome! There could be two weddings soon.”

“Two weddings?”

“Of course, you and me and them.”

“I don’t see a ring on my finger Satoru.”

Satoru turned the car on and started driving. “Well Suguru, give me 10 minutes and I will be on one knee asking you to marry me, if you want me to be on both knees to do other things we also can.”

Suguru chuckled. “I will be waiting.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Catching them masturbating JJK - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / 18+

Characters: Toji Fushiguro / Suguru Geto / Hiromi Higuruma / Utahime Iori x female reader

Sequel to this part :)

Warnings: Reader lowkey cheating in Toji’s part, masturbation (obviously), fantasies about sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, blowjob, cumming on face, slight exhibitionism, choking/spanking/clit slap (only in Geto’s part), teasing, penetrative sex

Notes: Finally wrote this it’s been a hot minute anywayyy hope you enjoy!!! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Toji Fushiguro

It rings again and just about when the mailbox usually starts he hears your voice.

“Hello?”

Fuck. Toji didn’t prepare for this, for hearing you. You and your sweet, soft voice. He longed for it, of course he did, but he didn’t think that you’d actually pick up.

Your name drops from his lips, a little bit surprised. A little bit breathless.

“What do you want?”

“You. I want you,” he mutters, watching his hand dragging slowly along his weeping length.

You’re silent for what feels like hours, so he just listens to your breathing while observing the movement of his hand.

“I’m hanging up,” you hiss.

The coldness in your voice makes Toji’s heart ache.

“Don’t,” he mumbles hurriedly, halting his movement.

“I’m in a cafe right now,” you explain annoyedly.

“With him?” He croaks.

He hears your long sigh. “Yes.”

He knew it. Of course. With your new boyfriend.

“Go to the bathroom,” he demands, his voice stern.

“I’m hanging up,” you decide again. But Toji knows you, he knows you so well. You and your voice and the tiny inclination of uncertainty in your tone. He knows you won’t.

It’s silent for a minute and a part of him is doubtful if you’re still the same, if you’re still so obedient. But then he hears your voice again.

“Toji,” you start, “now, what is it?”

A sly smile creeps across his face. He loves when you say his name.

“Just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, I miss you,” he murmurs in satisfaction. The knowledge that he still has command over you makes his chest swell with affection.

“You have to stop with these calls,” you mumble.

“I can’t,” he drawls truthfully.

“Toji,” this time your voice is softer and it makes his cock twitch in his hand.

“Come over, I need you, need you so bad,” he mutters.

“I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Wanna fuck you so bad - ’s all I ever think about,” he groans, watching a bead of pre-cum dripping down his shaft.

“Toji,” you almost whimper his name.

“You miss me too? Come on tell me.” He can hear it in your voice. But he wants you to say it, needs you to.

He hears your slight, breathless chuckle. “No.”

“I know that’s not true. Come on tell me that you miss me, how I made you feel,” he whispers, slowly dragging his hand along his dick.

His breathing is ragged, not in the slightest concealing what he’s doing.

“You’re clenching your thighs right now, huh? Be honest.”

He can picture you; your cheeks hot, lips slightly parted, your heart beating fast against your ribcage. You’re nervous. And appalled by your own overwhelming desire.

His name again, drawn out in a breathless whimper.

“I know this turns you on, be a good girl and send me a pic of your wet panties,” he orders, a smug grin playing around his lips.

“I- I can’t,” you mumble, your voice breathless and weak.

“Always were such a good girl for me, always got so wet for me, isn’t that right?”

“Toji, please,” you whimper. Your voice, laced with desperation, makes his cock throb.

“Fuck, I bet you’re dripping,” he grunts, increasing the pace of his hand.

You moan. It’s as sweet as in his memories. And then he sees your message, one image attached. He almost cums at the sight of it; your panties drenched, clinging onto your pretty pussy lips.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, his eyes greedily staring at his screen, at your apparent arousal for him. “Is this all for me, huh?”

“Yes, yes.” Your answers come faster now, more deliberately.

“You're touching yourself, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whine. He can hear your torment, the lust for him overpowering your faithfulness.

“You miss this dick, come on tell me.” His voice is low and taunting, his pants heavy as he pumps into his swollen tip.

Your voice breaks. “I miss your dick,” you whimper.

“I know you do, I know,” he mutters, watching as another bead of pre-cum slides down his cock, easing his movement. He can clearly hear your pants, your quiet moans.

And he can clearly picture you; the way your parted lips release those sweet sounds he usually elicited you, your delicate, slippery fingers rubbing over your puffy clit, your fingers curling inside of your pussy, never quite reaching that sweet spot he could.

“You wanna cum for me? Come on let me hear you,” he groans, feeling his orgasm nearing.

You moan his name, and it sounds so sweet, so right. It makes him fall right over.

Toji cums, just as you do. Your breathy moans and whimpers fall right on his awaiting ears, as his orgasm washes over him. His hips jerk up helplessly into his hand, his thighs tensing as his cum shoots out of him, staining his hand, his thighs, and abs.

He shallowly thrusts into his fist to ride out his high before he lets his cock fall heavy against his thigh.

“Don’t tell me you feel bad when this feels so right,” he murmurs just before you hurriedly hang up.

Suguru Geto

“SUGURU!?”

Geto perks up. His eyes nearly fall out of his head when he finds you standing at the door.

Well, he really should’ve waited to touch himself until he was at home.

But how could he restrain himself? It somehow became a routine, training with you, thinking about you lying underneath him, how you touched him. Until he had to touch himself. It was stupid of him to think he could quickly take care of his urges in this empty classroom.

Geto quickly pulls up his pants, standing up straight in front of the desk he just leaned against. He feels his dick throbbing in his boxers. The sight of you makes his heart flutter nervously in his chest.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The disbelief is painted all over your face; mouth agape, eyebrows pulled up, tone wavering in surprise.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Your eyes scan the room, partly expecting another person to appear. But it’s only you and him. Solely, 10 minutes ago you two were training together and then you find him like this. Hair is falling out of his bun, hanging into his eyes. He looks wild. You’ve never seen him like this.

You carefully close the door behind you.

Geto has the feeling that you like to see him embarrassed, an exceptional instance where you have the upper hand over him. He watches a smirk tug at the corner of your lips. Well, seems like you quickly overcame your earlier surprise and the shock of seeing his dick.

“I guess you’re aware that you shouldn’t do this stuff here. I didn’t know that you were into that, Suguru.”

You’re mocking him now.

He doesn’t want to give you this satisfaction. He doesn’t want to be embarrassed.

Geto takes long strides over to you, quickly closing the distance between you two. He looms over you, having you take a step back, your back flush against the door now.

Your eyes trail along his features, noticing from up close how his face is flushed, the pupils of his eyes blown out, and the slight frown on his face.

He has stood in front of you countless of times, you’ve fought with him, you know that he’s taller than you. But it hits you deep now, how broad he really is, how strong, the way he towers over you. You gulp.

Geto relishes the way you have to look up at him, the way your eyes slightly widen out of surprise, again.

“What am I going to do with you, hm?”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

Now he smirks down at you. “I mean, I can’t just let you get away with seeing me like this. What if you tell someone?”

He places a hand right above you, leaning even closer to you.

You grin up at him. “Well, that would be fucking embarrassing, you pervert.”

Geto has always been faster than you. His hand wraps around your throat, you didn’t even see it coming. You gasp. His hand doesn’t press down, still letting you breathe freely. Yet your heartbeat accelerates at the dominance he displays. It has you unconsciously clenching your thighs together.

“What did you say?”

“I said, you’re a fucking pervert,” you hiss. But the earlier bite of your words is vanished now.

He chuckles, his dark eyes trailing over your features. “Who’s the pervert now?” His hand sneaks under your skirt, cupping your pussy through your panties.

Your cheeks burn.

His head dips down, his lips trailing along your skin before his hot breath hits your ear shell. “You like that, huh?”

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine. You slightly turn your head away from him, but he doesn’t let you, the soft pressure on your throat halting your movement.

“I know something else that you would like,” he drawls, his fingers sliding along your clothed pussy, feeling the patch of dampness that has already gathered.

His hand that’s been gripping your throat moves, slowly tilting up your chin. You can’t help but lock eyes with him.

His grin is voracious. “You want me to show you?”

Your curiosity has always gotten the better of you. You swallow, hard. “Yes.”

His grin turns even wider.

He takes ahold of you, quickly picking you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. He stops in front of the desk, placing you on its edge.

His lips are on yours in an instant. Greedily, his tongue drags along your lips, demanding entry. You grant him entrance, letting his tongue explore your mouth. The kiss is good. Better than expected. You would have to lie if you said that you haven’t been thinking about this, about him, wondering what he tastes like, wondering how his hands glide along your body. You don’t have to wonder about this anymore.

His kiss was hungry, rapacious, his tongue moving against your own like he has been waiting to do this. Your heart races in your chest at the realization. He has been waiting to do this.

You pull away, panting. You watch him as he slowly peels his eyes open, irises swallowed by the pupil. His tongue drags along his wet bottom lip, his eyes taking in your expression.

“Let me make you feel good.” His voice is husky, the very sound of it travels straight to your core.

He pulls your panties to the side before letting his fingers wander along your pussy, slowly almost teasingly. You’re embarrassed at your wetness, how you’re already so ready without him touching you properly. He must think the same, his lips stretching into a satisfied grin.

You don’t know how you got here. He should be the embarrassed one, being caught masturbating. Yet here you are, his slippery fingers buried in your cunt and your cheeks burning.

He makes a mess of the slick that has already gathered. His large finger prods into you, knuckle for knuckle, eliciting you a small gasp. He slathers your wetness over your clit, drawing large circles that have your head spinning. You hold onto the edge of the table, trying hard not to show him just how good he makes you feel. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He works like that, sinking his large fingers into you, and curling them deliciously before he stimulates your clit. You’re panting, holding back your moans, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You can’t hold back your moans anymore. Hesitantly, they drop from your parted lips.

Geto peers down at you, stopping his movement. “Not so fast.”

Before you can reply he has already flipped you over, bending you over the desk. You gasp in surprise. “What are-“

His hand comes down on your ass, hard.

You yelp his name in surprise.

“Shhh,” he scolds. “You’ll get us caught.”

You swallow hard, breathing out a shaky moan as you brace yourself for the next spank.

His hand comes down hard again, the sensation causing you to jolt forward. His hand rubs over your ass cheek, the softness of his touch building a stark contrast to his hard hand a few seconds ago.

“Suguru,” you drawl, wanting him to touch you where you need it the most. You look back at him. The sight has you clenching around nothing. His eyes are wild, fixed on your wet pussy like hypnotized, his jaw slightly clenched.

He hesitantly averts his gaze, his dark eyes fixing on yours.

“Can I hear you say please?”

“Please,” you pant, voice barely above a whisper.

He spanks you again, eliciting a choked moan.

“I can’t hear you.” His voice is hard.

“Please,” you try again.

Tears of relief nearly prickle in your eyes once his fingers finally ghost along your soaking folds.

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” you admit, the word bleeding in a breathless moan once his slippery fingers draw tight circles on your clit.

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” you beg. You would do anything right now, say anything if he would just let you cum, if he would just stop his cruel teasing.

He thrust his fingers into you, his pace faster than before, while still stimulating your clit. You let your forehead sink against the cold wood, building a stark contrast to the heat traveling through your body.

Geto watches you, watches the way his fingers disappear in your tight pussy, the way you gush all over his fingers, the way your legs start to tremble.

“Filthy,” Geto chuckles darkly.

You whine, cheeks burning as the lewd sounds of your sloppy pussy fill up the vacant classroom. Your orgasm washes over you without warning. You gasp, his name involuntarily falling from your lips as your pussy clenches around his fingers.

Your vision is blurry, and your moans are shaky as the waves crash over you. You can feel yourself dripping down his fingers, can hear his dark, satisfied chuckle, as he guides you through it.

Your vision gets clearer again. Your heart rate goes back to normal. But his fingers still rub over your puffy clit. You whine, squirming under his touch. The stimulation is nearly too much.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you right here?” His voice is gravelly, as dark as his eyes.

His hand comes down hard on your ass. You gasp in surprise.

And then he lightly slaps your clit. You nearly scream out. Pain mixing in with pleasure.

“‘s too much,” you plead weakly. But you should know better now than to expect his sympathy.

“I asked if you’ll let me fuck you right here.”

You look back at him. His gaze turns softer when you don’t answer immediately.

He lets go of you then, flipping you around. You're lying on your back on the desk now.

His face hovers above yours, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist again.

His lips press soft, feathery kisses onto your puffy, hot face. “You’ve been so good, you know that? Been such a good girl for me.”

His lips find yours, sharing a messy kiss before he retreats, a string of spit breaking between you.

“You’re gonna be quick?” You clarify, remembering where you two are, and what could happen if anyone would find you two like this.

“Of course.”

Geto quickly tugs down his pants, freeing his cock. He drags the swollen head of his cock through your soaking folds. Every graze against your clit has you slightly squirming, sighing breathily in anticipation.

And when you’re just about to say something, voicing how you can’t possibly wait any longer he sinks into you.

A choked moan drops past your lips as he stretches you open, slowly and deliberately. Once he’s bottomed out he shortly stays there, basking in the feeling of having you wrapped around him so tightly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he drawls, lowering his head to watch with a bleary gaze as he lets his cock drag out of you again. His dick drips with your slick, some of his pre-cum from when he touched himself already building a ring around the base of his cock.

He knows then that he can’t go slow. Not after he has been waiting to do this - to sink his dick so deep into you that your eyes roll into the back of your head, to have you moaning and begging for him.

Geto takes ahold of your legs, resting them onto his shoulders. The change of position has you gasping, pleasure jolting through you with each thrust.

He thrusts into you again, deeper now, feeling your pussy flutter around him. He groans, a string of curses dropping from his lips.

And if Geto thought the sight of you earlier - pleading, moaning, dripping all over his fingers - was heavenly, seeing you now nearly makes him come undone.

He loves watching you fall apart, loves observing how your eyes cross on particular deep thrusts, loves the sight of your pussy fluttering all messy around his dick.

His thrusts are desperate now, his hips pressing primitively against you. It’s loud; the way your skins meet, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the panting and moaning you two desperately try to hold back.

Geto’s orgasm washes over him without any warning. His hips stutter into you, a choked groan escaping his mouth as pleasure floods through him.

He’s just as surprised as you. He slips out of you, his hand stroking his cock, watching deliriously how his ropes of cum paint your messy folds white. You wince when his hot cum hits your aching clit.

His half-lidded eyes commit the image to his memory before he helps you up. You both look at each other, the same smirk, the same lust-drunk look in your eyes.

“You really are a pervert,” you tease him, your voice still a little breathless.

He only presses a chaste kiss onto your lips. He’ll let that slide - this time at least.

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma feels like he has overstepped a boundary. One that he shouldn’t have crossed. It was a big fallacy. How could he think that touching himself to the thought of you, just once, would banish you from his mind, stopping this annoying attraction?

He couldn’t have been more wrong. Because now, he can’t seem to get you out of his head. Working with you, in such close proximity, cramped into his tiny office becomes unbearable.

He finds himself working another late night with you by his side. Rustling paper, the slow ticking of the clock, your quiet breathing. The words blur in his vision, it’s so late and he can only concentrate on you; your scent, your warmth radiating through the tiny room.

He takes you in; his gaze trailing across your features. His heart slowly drops as he notices your half-lidded eyelids and your disheveled hair. You’re tired. His gaze dips lower, gliding along your waist before resting on your exposed thighs. He swears he can see the start of your black stockings. Quickly, his eyes move back to your face.

“You can go,” he murmurs.

You perk up. A sweet, tired smile creeps across your face. “Are you sure?”

No, he isn’t. He would rather have you here, satisfying his curiosity, pulling up the hem of your skirt to reveal if he’s right. He’s not sure; letting his large palms smooth along your legs, and cupping your clothed pussy sounds much better. But he knows he can’t.

“Yes, I’ll finish up,” he mumbles, hoping that you can’t hear the breathlessness in his voice.

But you do. You vaguely hear his reluctance, his desire. Yet his face is completely neutral as you turn around one last time before stepping out the door. Maybe it’s just your tiredness that weighs you down, which made you imagine things.

Halfway down the corridor, you notice you forgot your phone. You gulp. It’s probably laying on the desk, where you put it earlier. You turn back around, hurrying down the corridor the clinking of your shoes resounding through the empty hallway.

Usually, Higuruma is more cautious. Normally, he waits five long, hard, straining minutes with his dick painfully throbbing in his pants, his mind unable to concentrate on anything before he gives into his urges.

He wasn’t this time. You’re urging him to uncharacteristically careless behavior. He was so pent up, he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t get ahold of himself.

You closed the door and he instantly opened his pants, freeing his cock from the confinement of his taut boxers. His hand wrapped around his dick without a second thought, without any hesitation.

That’s how you find him; his head thrown back, his eyes closed softly, his lips parted. You stand at the door, just looking at him, trying to process the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes.

And then you hear your name. You’ve heard him say your name countless of times. It has never sounded remotely like this.

Higuruma nearly groans your name, with such a naturalness that it makes you forget to breathe for a second.

He hasn’t noticed you yet and you could’ve just slipped out of the office, never saying a word to him, acting like this never happened. You could do that. But you don’t.

“Higuruma.”

He jerks up, his dark eyes fixing on yours. His mouth falls open. In any other situation, his stunned expression would’ve probably made you laugh. You don’t think you’ve ever seen this much emotion in his eyes.

You two just look at each other. He doesn’t even try to cover up, he just sits there frozen, accepting his fate.

You don’t know what to say. You’re not even sure if there is anything to say.

Your shoes clink as you make your way behind his desk. With every step you take more of him in, seeing his disheveled black hair, and the wild, surprised look in his eyes. Your heart nearly springs out of your chest. You want to see more of him.

You kneel down in front of him, letting your hands smooth along his thighs. His hand is still wrapped tightly around his dick. Your eyes travel up to his.

“Can I call you Hiromi now?”

Through your batted lashes you peer up at him, watching him swallow hard, watching the way his dark eyes greedily glide over your face.

“I’m still your superior. But I’ll let it slide for tonight.” His voice is a little breathless and strained, and it sounds way too attractive. The corner of his lips slightly curl up and you fall right over.

You beam up at him.

He slightly lifts up his hips, so you can help him push down his slacks. His cock sprung, just inches away from you, leaking and twitching for you to finally touch him.

Higuruma hisses as you wrap your hand around him. Slowly, you drag your hand along his throbbing length, pumping teasingly into his swollen head. You watch greedily as a bead of pre-cum slides along his cock, relishing in the feel of having his cock between your fingers.

But you want more. No - you need more.

You inch forward, your one hand bracing yourself against his thigh, as you let your tongue glide along the underside of his cock.

You hold your eyes to his. Higuruma’s head is resting against the back of his chair, his chin is tilted down as he observes you through his hooded eyes.

Your lips seal around the tip of his dick, sucking softly, tauntingly.

“Are you teasing me?”

His voice is colder than before, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Of course not, Hiromi.”

You take more of him into your mouth, your hand stroking the rest of what you can’t fit. You fall into a slow rhythm, bobbing your head, tasting him on your tongue.

“Fuck,” he curses, stupefied.

You moan around him, the vibration of it causing him to gasp lowly. You start to bob your head at a faster pace, your eyes darting up to him for a moment.

You watch him fall apart above you, his half-lidded gaze trailing along your features, fixing on your swollen lips that are wrapped so tightly around him. He lets himself succumb to your touch and you savor it, to finally have him at your mercy.

You work diligently, letting your tongue glide along his cock, swirling around the head of his cock.

Higuruma’s jaw is slacked, his pupils almost rolling into the back of his skull. Seeing him like this, the knowledge that you make him look like this makes your blood run hot. But you’re still not satisfied.

Slowly you ease all of him inside your mouth, the tip of his cock sitting at the back of your throat. You hold your eyes to him, you want him to see you do this.

His half-lidded eyes soak in the filthy image of you kneeling in front of him, almost gagging on his cock.

His large hand cradles your cheek, his thumb swiping along your hollowed cheek.

“You’re so beautiful like that,” he breathes.

You only peer up at him, his blissful face blurring in front of your watering eyes.

His hips rut forward into the wet, warm heat of your mouth, his hand holding your face there. The tip of his cock hits the resistance at the back of your throat repeatedly.

Your vision becomes blurred, tears prickling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth. The tiny office is filled up with the sinful sound of your wet mouth meeting his throbbing cock.

You let out a strangled, chocked sound when it becomes too much. He lets go of you then, his hand moving to his sloppy cock, strings of glossy spit breaking between his cock and your mouth.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth for me,” he murmurs.

You do, parting your lips and lolling out your tongue, your glazed eyes fixing on his.

His hand strokes into the swollen head of his cock, his eyes laying on your mouth like mesmerized.

A strangled gasp leaves his lips as he tips over the edge. The first spur falls on your awaiting tongue, a surprised moan dropping from your lips at the sensation.

A string of curses leaves his lips as he jerks through it, letting his cum paint your face white.

His chest heaving in pants once he’s come done from his high. You swallow, the bitter taste of him spreading on your tongue.

“You look so pretty like this,” he mumbles, his thumb running along your chin to catch some of his own mess before he presses his finger into your mouth. Your tongue dances across his finger, cleaning it off obediently.

You swallow his spent, hoping that this won’t be the last time you get to see him like this.

Utahime Iori

Utahime watches you, the moonlight painting a stripe of light onto your body. The blanket is carelessly wrapped around your body, exposing some of her favorite parts of you.

Although she has been tired, after the fun night you two had, all her tiredness subsided once your body pressed onto the mattress right next to her.

Involuntarily she has to think about what she has done in this bed. How she touched herself to the thought of you, how she dreamed about you, laying there just like this now.

Involuntarily, her brain is flooded with her fantasies about you; about cupping your tits, about letting her hands smooth all over that perfect body of yours, about slowly easing her fingers into your slick cunt.

Utahime sighs, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the way she can feel her underwear dampening, the lust cursing through her veins.

But she can’t.

Slowly, her hand sneaks past the band of her underwear, feeling her wetness transpire onto her fingertips. She slathers her wetness onto her yearning clit, drawing tight, soft circles.

She knows it’s wrong. She knows. The guilt of her doing overwhelms her, making it hard for her to breathe. She lets go of herself unsatisfied and ashamed.

She sighs, “Fuck,” she curses aloud, her clenched fist hitting the mattress.

“What’s up?” Your voice is drowsy, a little bit raspy, just like when you wake up in the morning.

Utahime gulps, eyes wide, quickly turning around to face you. “You’re awake?”

Your eyes are half-lidded, nearly falling back close as you peer at her. “Barely.”

A small chuckle leaves her lips, the way the tiredness crawls over your face makes her chest all warm.

You turn to your side, facing her directly now. The blanket draped over your body falls just a little bit, exposing some more of your cleavage. Utahime's eyes greedily trail along your features.

“I can’t fall asleep,” she admits sheepishly.

“Why? You wanna cuddle?” You propose, moving a little bit closer to her.

“I don’t think that’s going to help,” she hesitates.

A soft frown appears on your forehead, the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. It’s the same expression you wear when you do those crossword puzzles you never seem to get finished.

“You could try some lavender oil…” You smirk at her jokingly, eyes glinting with mischief, “sometimes I touch myself if I really can’t fall asleep.”

Utahime nearly chokes on her spit. She half-heartedly joins in your laughter, her heart nervously tugging in her chest. If you only knew…

“I can also leave the bed until you’re done,” you propose in between light chuckles.

Your smile weakens when you see that the smile froze on her face. “Utahime, what is it?”

She always forgets how you can read her face.

The few seconds of silence almost become unbearable, almost making her crack, spilling her feelings.

“Sorry, was that too much? I thought we could talk about this.” The unsureness on your face, about the state of your friendship, and your confidence in her makes her heart drop.

“It’s not that…”

That frown again. You move even closer to her. You smell good, even after a night out. It’s the faint scent of your perfume, but even better, your own, signature scent…

“What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

She knows but she’s not sure if she can. Her gaze flickers away from yours, desperately finding anything other than those compassionate eyes of yours to look into.

Letting this drop from her lips in the dark somehow feels more bearable. “I sometimes think about you…”

You don’t get it at first.

She watches your face change when you do; your frown deepens, and your eyes grow wide, looking at her flabbergasted. “Okay.”

The next minute stretches what feels like an hour, the silence weighing as heavy as the night. The nervousness eats away at Utahime. Maybe she should’ve just kept her mouth shut.

“What does this mean?”

Well, if she already said this, might as well lay herself bare. “I like you.”

This is exactly what she tried to convince herself isn’t true, again and again. But it’s true. And as the words drop from her lips, she speaks the truth.

“Me? You’re not serious?” You don’t sound angry. You sound… so surprised. So insecure. As if the implication of her liking you is somehow not comprehensible.

“I do. You’re amazing and sexy.” She says this like saying water is wet.

Utahime studies your face and watches you bury your face in the pillow, hearing a muffled stop.

A small smile dares to tug at the corner of her lips, a small spark of hope fluttering through her chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” she tries again once you look at her again. Your eyes are wide, hanging onto her lips, like hypnotized.

You open your mouth just to close it again.

Carefully, she stretches out her hand. Her fingers glide along your bottom lip, watching your eyes soften.

“Your lips are beautiful,” her fingers glide further down, along your neck “your neck” slowly she lets the straps of your top fall down your shoulders, exposing your cleavage to her.

Her hand cups your tit, her thumb softly rubbing over your nipple, watching it harden under the stimulation. “I like your tits.”

She watches your face, watches the way your eyes widen with every word she says, observing how your breath turns more shallow.

Her hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between her thumb and fingers. She watches your chest heaving and your nipples hardening under her touch. She dips down low, her mouth latching onto your nipple. The sigh that drops from your parted lips makes her head spin. She lets go of you then.

Her hand moves lower, stripping the blanket off you. Her fingers trace along your waist, your stomach, her eyes following her movement, openly taking you in. Her hand smoothes down your side, feeling the skin of your thighs.

“You’re so soft,” her voice is barely above a whisper.

“I like this,” she states boldly, her hand grabbing your ass. You yelp in surprise, a nervous, breathy chuckle falling from your parted lips.

“What else?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Utahime’s hands are ceaseless now. She moves, kneeling next to you, as you lie on your back.

Her hand cups your pussy through your panties. “I think I’m gonna like your pussy a lot.”

You let out a low gasp.

“You want me to find out?” She suggests, practically feeling the heat and the wetness soaking your panties.

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, without hesitation. Utahime becomes greedy now.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” after she doesn’t move, her palm still cupping your clothed pussy, you add a quiet “please.”

The pleading look in your eyes makes her gulp. She lets her finger trace along your panties, feeling the patch of dampness.

“Tell me again.”

You squirm. “Utahime,” her name resounds through the room, “please.”

She takes ahold of your panties, pulling them down your legs, tossing them away. Eagerly, you open your legs for her. The moonlight highlights your wetness, your pussy glistening deliciously. She sucks in a deep breath.

Her finger carefully traces along your slick pussy, not yet touching you where you need it the most. Her finger carefully vees around your clit. She wants to hear it, once more, just once more.

Her finger draws a circle on your clit. “You want that?”

“Yes, please,” you beg, your tone so whiny like she has never heard it before.

Slowly she starts to circle your sensitive clit, observing how your lips part, and how your hands grip the sheets next to you.

Utahime lets her fingers sink into you, watching your face scrunch up in delight, hearing a sweet moan fall from your lips.

Her other hand presses down onto your lower stomach, her other hand thrusting into your pussy while her thumb stimulates your clit. Your widened eyes flutter shut as she fucks you with her fingers.

It feels surreal. To have you exactly where she wanted to, how her dreams became reality. She watches her fingers disappear inside your pretty pussy, basking in the sound of your sweet voice.

The lewd sounds of your messy pussy fill up the room, mixing in with your moans and pants. Utahime swallows hard, feeling how her own panties stick to her lips.

She fucks you with her fingers, scissoring and curling them until you’re whimpering, your legs trembling.

She can already feel it, the way your pussy flutters around her slippery fingers, your wetness soaking the sheets, dripping down her hand.

“You wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper and with one more thrust of her fingers, you cum. Your pussy spasms around her fingers, your back arching off the bed.

The sounds you make travel straight to her pussy, the breathless, sinful moan of her name rolling off your tongue.

And she watches you, observing how your chest rises and falls heavily, the way your whole body quivers because of her touch. Your eyes are fluttering deliriously against the waves of pleasures washing over you, your lips parted in ecstasy.

You look ethereal. And she has done that to you.

Utahime guides you through it, letting her fingers rub softly over your puffy clit until you whine from the overstimulation, squirming under her touch.

And she knows, she will never have another peaceful minute in her bed now that she had you here - looking like this.

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Toji Fushiguro x Uzui Tengen x Reader(18+)

Summary: You are the sole owner of the best massage parlor in town. Once you heard about Toji Fushiguro falling on hard times and struggling to take care of his son, you decided to give him a job to get by. Trouble arises when all he gets are complaints and to make matters worse, a rich hot regular customer Tengen Uzui wants you AND Toji to serve him.

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Reader POV

“So if you sign up for the yearly plan then the costs for a joint facial will be discounted along with the full body massa-.”

“I’VE HAD IT!” Utahime booms into your office while you’re in the middle of doing business with a customer. You shoot her a lethal glare that read ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’ Before turning back to the bewildered patron, you mustered up a masterclass business smile.

“Please take my business card. I’d love to further discuss your consultation. Hope to hear from you soon!” You graciously scooted the customer out the door of your massage parlor with Utahime hot on your heels following behind. You could still feel her burning irises pierce your back and she was one huff away from you completely lashing out. Although it was closing time, it seems like your work is never finished.

After locking the door, you took in a few deep breaths. You remembered that the key to a successful establishment was happy and satisfied employees. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt an impending headache coming on. You partially couldn’t blame her for her outburst. After all, the main culprit always ended up getting off Scot free. Plus, she wasn’t the first employee you had to take on this task so you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

‘Not even Utahime had the patience.’ You mentally noted before turning around and facing her head on. You entwined your fingers in front of you as you stood tall in your all white, v-neck tunic with long white knit pants. Your hair was pulled back and out of the way, and your calm and collected demeanor was met with Utahime’s frustrated pout.

“Look. Only for a week-.” You began stretching your hands out as if Utahime was about to launch an attack.

“Ha! A week?! Try two hours! Do you even understand how much trouble he got in with just two hours?! I mean it boss. Either he leaves or I do!” Utahime ranted on.

“Iori, you know that your reputation is too precious here for you to leave. All I asked was for him to shadow you. I’ll fix it so don’t worry.” Your heart started racing. You absolutely HATED when people used the ‘I quit’ card on you. Most of the time you would let them leave. But Utahime was a customer favorite who is routinely requested and you knew that if she was willing to give it all up, then something bad must have happened.

“I told you. I’m NOT doing it.” She crossed her arms as her long black bangs shadowed her eyes challengingly. It was one thing to reject a task. It was another to challenge your authority.

“I told you. I’ll fix it.” You stood firm while your voice carried both comfort and warning.

“Or we can all discuss this together like one big happy family.” The main character of today’s event finally showed up. The white button up barely left anything up to imagination as muscles practically rippled out from under the shirt. His muscles perked up even more while he crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorway that connects the lobby to the parlor hallway. The rolled up sleeves to his button up displayed his veiny forearms and you wondered if he was this big…everywhere.

Toji Fushiguro

A bored expression matched his stance as he eyed Utahime. She fumed at his presence before turning her nose up and leaving to go tidy up the rooms. You could faintly hear her spewing colorful curses as she disappeared into the hallway. Toji turned back to you as a chuckle escaped his lips.

“Are you having fun making my life a living hell? Is me having a successful business that much of a nightmare for you?!” You screamed in a hushed tone as the careful and calm facade you tried to keep up finally came undone. He shoved his hands into his black trouser pant pockets and approached you lazily.

“Toji! God! I swear you…!” You failed to find the right curses to throw at him as he towered over you. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he trapped you between his chest and the cold glass door behind you. He placed a hand flat next to your head as he leaned to meet you face to face.

“I keep telling you I’m willing to help in other ways.” He taunted. His sharp eyes bore into yours teasingly as a mischievous smirk tugged on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed at his suggestion but you couldn’t help but feel heat pool your insides as he hovered his head against your ear. His lips haphazardly grazed the top of your lobe. Toji traced his knuckles slowly and gently down your neck and around your shoulder following the curves of your body.

“Lady Boss~. Why don’t you let me put in some overtime?” He practically groaned into your ear. Your body fell slack as he used his free hand to keep you from sliding down. His lips came dangerously close to your neck. You placed both hands at his chest and shoved him back which earned a pout from your devilish employee.

“I didn’t give you this job for you to fuck around. You have a son. Have some self control.” You silenced him. You couldn’t read his expression but a part of you didn’t want to press any further. You lifted up the mic clipped to your top that is connected to the walkie-talkie.

“Meeting in the break room, now!” You spoke into the mic that carried over to the other employees. Toji rolled his eyes but soon stalked closely behind you as you made your way to convene with the rest of the night staff.

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All of the staff gathered sitting at a round table in the break room. You were one of the last to enter until Toji followed in a few steps behind you. You stood firm and scanned the room at your bored staff members. As soon as he walked in, everyone in the room tensed. Toji remained standing while leaning against the wall next to the break room door.

‘Damn. It’s like he struck fear in their hearts.’ Your eyebrows furrowed at their reaction as you knew this was going to be a long meeting.

“I hope you know we are owed compensation pay over this.” Kento Nanami, elegantly wiping his glasses clean, didn’t even bother to make contact when he made the demand. He briefly paused and shot you a knowing glance before drawing a glare towards Toji.

“I also request a thorough inspection of the staff in the near future. And for necessary changes to be made.” Nanami raised his head as if he were looking down on Toji, who in return blew a kiss. You crossed your arms a little peeved at his requests. You wanted to find some common ground.

“Choso? Thoughts?” You looked over to the black haired man who seemed astonished at the mention of his name. It’s almost like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation till now. However, out of everyone, you hoped he would at least be understanding.

“Toji is shit at this job.” He stated bluntly. A humorous chuckle escaped Nanami’s lips and Utahime crossed her arms smugly. Choso opened the floodgates for a medley of complaints from the staff about Toji.

“He uses way too much force during massages.”

“He’s never on sauna duty on time.”

“He burned a client with hot rocks.”

“He wastes the essential oils.”

“He insults the clients to their face.”

Each new insult felt like a shot in the chest. Did it suck that everyone absolutely HATED Toji’s guts? Yes. But it’s not just because it meant you made a bad call with choosing employees. If he were just anybody then he would have been kicked to the curb a long time ago.

However, Toji saved your life once when you were in danger and this is you trying to repay the favor. It doesn’t help that he also has an extra mouth to feed. Letting him go now when you are the only one he can turn to for help is just too cruel. But, you can’t put the state of your business at risk.

You squeezed your eyes shut and your head hung low.

“I sincerely apologize for this massive oversight. I’ve heard you all loud and clear and I have made a decision.” You heard the ruffling of clothes as if Toji tensed at your words. Your head snapped towards him and he stood defensively, anticipating your choice. For a brief moment, you saw a flash of sadness in his eyes masked by a hint of frustration.

‘He’s trying. He’s really trying.’ You mentally debated. You reached out and snaked your arm around Toji’s bicep and pulled him to stand next to you.

“That is why Toji will be shadowing me from now on.” You announced confidently. You almost think you should have made this decision from the very beginning. Everyone looked completely unmoved but also relieved that none of them would have to put up with the burden of teaching him anymore.

After promising compensation and bonus pay for their efforts, the meeting concluded and you allowed the staff to leave the closing duties to you. One by one, everyone packed their belongings and headed home. You almost regretted shouldering all of the closing duties because the workload had tripled since you first started. However, you figured that your employees had been through enough stress for the week.

After donning a tan apron, you grabbed a mop to begin wiping down the lobby’s wooden floors. Your body jolted at the sharp growl of the vacuum cleaner starting and you realized that you were not alone. Down the hallway, you saw the light for one of the private rooms still on and peered around the corner to take a peek.

“Toji…” You breathed. Unfortunately, the loud roar of the vacuum cleaner prevented him from hearing you as his back faced the doorway you were standing in. You scanned the room and noticed that it was absolutely spotless. The towels were neatly folded and the oils were refilled, prepped, and ready for tomorrow. Your eyes zoned in on his back as he raked back and forth. The dampness from his body made the shirt cling to his skin and fresh sweat traveled down the back of his neck. You watched the water track through his shirt like a tall stone fountain as the sweat traced each curve of his muscle.

He began to unbutton his top and it fell past his shoulders, snapping you out of your trance. You walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You gritted mentally wishing for him to continue but you let reason take control.

“It’s damn hot.” He complained as he turned to face you, letting the white shirt hang down on his elbows. As his body turned square to you, you became face to face with a swollen bare chest that blocked your entire vision. Your eyes trailed down to stone sculpted abs that were practically begging to be touched. You took in a shaky breath.

“I mean what are you doing here?” You continued while your eyes still failed to meet his. The shape of his body was hypnotizing and the prominent etch of his v-line left promise of a treasure to uncover.

His hand raised and pinched your chin to raise your eyes to meet his. The mischievous glint in his eyes showed that he knew that you liked what you saw. He hovered over your neck and dabbed his tongue, slowly tracing up your neck, tasting you. You grabbed his chest as a reflex. With a low groan, he paused after meeting up at your jawline. His free hand traveled down and firmly clawed your ass and he nibbled at your earlobe. You bit your bottom lip as a strained groan echoed from your chest.

“Mmm. I think you are worried less about why I’m here, lady boss. And wondering what I plan to do.” He chuckled darkly in your ear before kneading your ass. “You look like you’re afraid I’m going to eat you.” He teased while using his body to push you up against the wall next to the doorway.

He let his shirt fall to his feet and cupped your face. Toji hovered his face close enough where his nose gently brushed yours and took in a strained breath. He pushed his knee in between your thighs and allowed your heat to soak his leg. Your hands curled on his chest as if you were begging him to do something. He obliged and locked his lips with yours. His tongue bullied its way into your mouth as he dragged his hand back to your rear to grind your heat against his leg. He pulled his lips back and left soft pecks up your jawline.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Bad girl. Getting turned on by your own employee.” He whispered against your ear as your forehead fell into his shoulder. He was right, he was taking control over you. And you intended to fix that. You traced your hand down to scout his groin and your hand twitched as you landed on something firm and throbbing.

“Look at this employee getting turned on by his boss.” Your hand began to massage up and down the outline of his cock. And he hissed as his head rested against the wall behind you. His hand that cupped your face now squeezed your shoulder as a long “fuck” escaped his lips.

Suddenly, Toji felt something cold. He looked down and saw that you pushed the master keys to his chest.

“Lock up when you’re done here for me?” You giggled sinisterly before escaping his grasp. You gathered your things and hastily left out the front door leaving Toji alone and dumbfounded.

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Toji

Toji knew he was in trouble when he first saw you. Sitting back on the massage chair in the private room, he began to reminisce on the first day he met you. You had just opened your massage spa and was starting out with steam.

The only problem was that you often did closing time by yourself and unfortunately, you had a few guests who tried to take advantage of that fact. They waited until closing to get you alone. They cornered you away from your car and luckily, Toji, who was already in a bad mood from losing at the casino, was wandering about that night. When one of them brandished a weapon, Toji fell into action, knocking both guys out and waited with you while you called the police. Originally, Toji was going to demand some money as a reward but after he got a breathtaking look at you, he figured the debt was already paid.

He stuck around and you all chatted while waiting for the police to show up. Once they did, Toji had mentioned how he had to leave and pick up his son who was being looked after by a neighbor. You gave him your number and offered to help him with whatever he needed and eventually, he made the call.

Currently, he was breathless as his head fell back against the massage chair. His pants pulled down to his knees as he violently yanked his cock into submission.

“Nngh…ah…fuck me…” Curses spilled from his mouth as his member throbbed and ached with seed. Seeing you today was the last straw to his sanity. He knows he broke so many rules but his body moved before his mind could talk some sense into it. He memorized the way you tasted, the mold of your ass on his hand and the moan you tried to bite back when he played with it. His hand moved faster.

Heavy groans drummed through his chest as his veins pulsed. He fantasized about all the ways he planned on taking you today. He wanted you to feel the cold glass door against your chest as he rutted into you from the back. He damn near wanted to take you in front of all the other employees as one massive ‘fuck you’ when they argued against him being there.

Because he knew you would defend him and he absolutely loved it. The way you stood firm and dismissed all of their doubts about him drove him wild. He jerked faster and started gasping for air. He clawed his bangs back as sweat beaded his forehead. Toji wishes you stayed. He wished that he didn’t go through this torment alone. Because if you did, he knew that you wouldn’t regret it. If you stayed, he would be able to taste more, prod more, pull more of those delicious moans from your lips. If you stayed, he would’ve gladly got down on his knees and swiped his tongue over your-.

“Ah…fuck!” Toji quickly reached over to a folded towel to catch his seed. He continued to jerk and massage until he was fully spent into the towel. You completely had him under your control.

And he would do anything you asked.

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Reader POV

You took one last look in the mirror before tugging on your fitted black dress. You attempted to at least fasten it around your thighs but it kept rising up in protest. You admitted defeat, convincing yourself that it’s just going to be a short night out anyways.

Utahime had invited you out as an apology for lashing out earlier. But in reality, you think she just wanted an excuse to chug down a few beers. Either way, you needed a nice break from work. Even though you created a calm and relaxing atmosphere, the actual workload is anything but that.

You arrived at the local nightclub and found Utahime along with your other employees huddled in a booth against the wall. You had hoped all of the tension from earlier had passed and everyone was open to having a good time.

“Hey strangers.” You laid your purse onto the table and slid into the rounded booth. You felt arms wrap around your shoulders as Utahime fell slack against your shoulder. You searched the table noting that the invitation was not extended to Toji. Not like it was surprising.

“Boss!~ Listennnnn! Did you know Choso ignored my calls?! I had to stake out his house and kidnap him to come with me.” She whined. Her breath reeked of alcohol and all you could wonder is how she managed to drink this much in just 30 minutes.

“Thank you for confessing to your crimes.” Choso tipped his glass towards Utahime who flipped him off in response. The two continued to bicker as your eyes honed in on Nanami who sat at the edge of the booth completely isolating himself from the conversation. He looked more relaxed as held a glass up to his lips while it seemed like he was distracted by something.

“Something wrong?” You spoke up, however not enough to shock Nanami out of his gaze.

“That guy.” Nanami began. You turned your sight to meet the target of his stare and landed on a very familiar face. “Doesn’t he come by the spa often? I can’t forget his face.” Nanami’s words began to zone out as you made eye contact with the man.

White, silvery hair that fell softly on his shoulders and blush fuchsia eyes that dripped with seduction. He stood back up against the bar with his arms splayed against the counter behind him. He wore a burgundy button up with white pants and paraded expensive gold piercings while a matching white jacket draped across his shoulders. Relaxed and powerful as his figure towered over those surrounding him. You blinked twice as he made eye contact with you and you felt a little flushed as he caught you staring. He gave his head a gentle nod up signaling you to join him.

Nanami huffed as he watched the entire interaction take place. Your head snapped towards him as he took a slow sip of rum and coke from his glass. He placed his cup on the table and sat back against the booth.

“Well? Aren’t you going to join him?” Nanami asked, gazing up at you from under his eyelashes. He abandoned his glasses and his blonde hair was slightly tousled from him dragging his hand through it often.

“Ha! Working hours are over so that means I’m the customer now.” You argued and signaled the waiter to order yourself margarita. “But I wouldn’t expect a workaholic to understand that.” You joked while resting your chin on your palm.

Nanami clicked his tongue while Utahime howled in laughter. Choso was resting his head on the table while Utahime tried to push him to take one more sip.

“One margarita.” The waiter placed your drink on the table as you fumbled through your purse to find your card, doubting Utahime is sober enough to keep her promises.

“Every drink at this table is on me.” The voice belonged to none other than the handsome acquaintance from across the room. Tengen Uzui. The owner of the club who comes by the spa often. Lately, he has been a household name, opening up newer clubs left and right. Surely, he could afford his own household masseuse but he still faithfully supports your spa.

“We are not doing this again, Tengen.” You sighed as he offered to pay for your drinks like he usually does. You felt a small slap on your shoulder.

“Yes the hell we are! Remember the tab was on me!” Utahime whispered loud enough to gain a jovial laugh from the tall white haired man. He placed his hands on his hips and leaned.

“It wasn’t for free, little manager. Let’s just say I’m expecting a free pass to whoever I want the next time I come.” A naughty smirk painted his lips as his request only spoke trouble. Luckily, he had the money to afford that kind of trouble and you figured that he wouldn’t ask for anything too unreasonable, right ?

You practically chugged down your drink with hopes to have a clearer answer to his request. You slammed the glass on the table and you almost choked at the sting of the alcohol. An outstretched hand interrupted your thoughts.

“Dance with me. Talk to me about it with your body.” Tengen urged wickedly. You heard a whistle from Utahime and a scoff from Nanami as you took Tengen’s hand and headed to the dance floor.

The crowd prevented you from venturing too far and Tengen didn’t waste any time to pull your back into his chest. He snaked his arms down and around your body and leaned over to be leveled with your neck.

“Did you ignore me earlier on purpose? I must say, I didn’t know you were so heartless.” Tengen fasted his hands on your hips and swayed your body to the music. You didn’t miss the hint of humor in his voice as he pressed you.

“The rich and popular Tengen had his feelings hurt by a small spa business owner. I’ll add it to my list of achievements.” You joked. He began to drag his hand up your front and swiped your hair to the side for open access to your shoulder.

“Well if I had it my way, you would be my own personal massage therapist.” He planted a small peck on your shoulder that left heat against your skin soon after he pulled back

“You know you couldn’t pay me enough to abandon my business.” You leaned your head back against him and allowed your body to get lost in the movements.

“I know that something is keeping you there. And I want to know what it is. I hope it’s interesting.” The last part of his sentence was barely audible. Tengen palmed your chin to force your gaze to meet his. His lidded eyes burned with desire as he leaned down to hover over your lips. Your heart started racing as his lips practically teased yours and you tensed against his body.

He traced his thumb against your bottom lip and propped your mouth open. He slid his thumb through your pouty lips and allowed your tongue to dance over it. You wondered if it was the alcohol making you this bold or if the atmosphere of the club was making you feel a little reckless. Tengen responded wonderfully as a red hue colored his cheeks.

His hand tightened against your hip as he tugged you back against his pelvis. He didn't hide the fact that he was turned on and made sure the crease in your ass felt every inch of his desire.

“I like this side of you, little manager.” He groaned and then tipped your head up and to the side exposing your neck and feverishly sucked on your nape. He suddenly bit down hard and a pained groan escaped your lips. You were thankful the music was too loud and the lights were too dark for anyone to notice. The bastard was trying to leave a hickey.

You pushed yourself out of his grasp and held the place where he made his mark. He grinned sinfully and breathed another cheerful laugh.

“I wonder how the person you are protecting will react. I look forward to our next meeting very soon.” Following those ominous words, Tengen shoved his hands in his pockets and then disappeared into the crowd.

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You spent all morning doing rituals to minimize the dark plum colored mark on your neck. Unfortunately, the cold spoon method only spread the kiss mark and you opted to just tie a white scarf around your neck for the day. Even though you feel like coming to work with a hickey was deeply unprofessional, that’s not why you tried your best to hide it.

You were at war in your mind trying to convince yourself that having a hickey is nothing really to be ashamed of if you aren’t dating anyone but you still didn’t want Toji to get the wrong idea.

Wait…Toji?

You can admit that you let your guard down a little every time he tried to seduce you but you figured that he was just playing around. And you definitely didn’t want to be the idiot that mistook his constant advances for something more. Still, it’s best to stay out of trouble anyway. You constantly reminded yourself to keep things professional but it seems like these guys are trying to push your limit.

Morning had transitioned to afternoon and you had already finished your 4th session of the day.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Rengoku! I hope to see you again soon!” You masked your typical business smile while handing a parting gift of essential oils and face masks to the tall blonde fiery haired man. Unlike your masqueraded smile, it seems like he’s the type that never stops smiling. Toji who is shadowing you didn’t hide his annoyance to the male patron.

“No, thank you! My good friend recommended this place to me and I have not been disappointed!” His booming voice seemed to carry across the room as he took your parting gift gladly. You couldn’t help but wonder who the good friend was as you accompanied Rengoku to the door, Toji closely following behind. You couldn’t help but feel his gaze piercing towards your neck in particular. You heard the sound of a car horn and you and Rengoku both turned towards the glass window.

“Speak of the little devil.” Rengoku laughed boisterously as we both watched the white haired man emerge from a flashy red and white Bugatti. You froze as you felt that your worlds were about to collide. Certainly, there is no way that Toji would be able to connect the dots between you and Tengen. Just in case, you tightened the scarf tied around your neck to secure it.

‘Little devil indeed.’ You mentally groaned as Rengoku exited the shop to strike up a conversation with Tengen outside. They began conversing as if they’d known each other for years. You felt a sharp pull on your arm and you were led into a dark supply closet.

Toji had turned on the dim light that hung from the ceiling.

“What are you-?!” You whispered as Toji pawed your scarf and yanked it off before you had time to react. You reflexively tried to raise your hand to cover the mark but Toji was faster than you. He held your wrist and pinned it against the wall.

“This shit was bothering me all morning.” He gritted with his eyes darting back and forth from the hickey to your face. You struggled against his grasp to regain your wrist back.

“I’m grown, I’m single and I’m hot. Do I really need to say more?” You snapped as he clicked his tongue. You’re not sure why you immediately started to explain yourself but you were willing to do anything for him to release your wrist. He dropped the scarf to the floor and tangled his hand into your hair and pulled your head violently to the side. He sucked harder on the same place where Tengen left the hickey. You winced at the pain as you squirmed against him.

“Ah-! Toji please…” You begged as he bit down, reactivating the throbbing pain of the mark.

“Was it white hair?” He whispered against your neck and your jaw clenched. “I’m not a fucking idiot you know.” He then yanked your wrist to his lips.

“How many more marks do I need to add? Should I put one here so you can’t hide it?” He skated his lips against the pulse point of your wrist. “Is he special to you?” Toji asked, visibly frustrated. He slid his other hand down to your chest and your head fell back against the wall. He started kneading your breast at an excruciatingly slow pace as your free arm clutched his shirt.

“W-We have an agreement.” You breathed as Toji skillfully slid his hand up under your white tunic shirt. He left fire in his path as he traced up your stomach to your bare chest. Toji used his thumb to leisurely toy with your nipple. Your breaths quicken as you forcefully pull Toji closer. A smirk grew on the corners of his lips and he proceeded to pinch the poor nipple. Your body jumped. He watched in amusement as he continued to flit and pluck against your chest and he brought his lips to the underside of your wrist.

He bit down. The bite was more painful than Tengen’s and you knew that he was being an ass to prove a point. A short scream fell from your lips as you quickly used your free hand to cover your mouth. Once Toji was done, he licked the painful mark he left and pecked it gently.

“Now you have a new mark to worry about. And I hope it bothers you all damn day.” He ragged on. You felt heat meet your cheeks but not the heat of desire, the flames of anger. You pulled your wrist back and slapped him. A red mark washed over his cheek but then soon faded. He was frozen as his eyes remained wide and his jaw clenched.

“Are you satisfied now? I have a business to run but you are doing everything in your power to make sure I can’t. It seems that I’ve let you run wild for too long.” You rubbed the mark that Toji left. He hasn’t moved and it was hard to read his expression because his bangs were shadowing his eyes. You heard the faint sound of a bell being rung and figured that Tengen had made it to the front desk. Hastily, you picked up the scarf and fastened it around your neck once more. You left Toji alone in the closet and made your way down the hallway. You pulled the mic of your walkie-talkie and clicked it on.

“All staff please head to the front.” You gave orders to the staff, some of whom had probably just finished their current clients. Everyone filed into the lobby to meet with Tengen in order to make his decision. Toji was last to arrive as he took his place behind you.

“Hello again, little manager! I see you kept our promise.” Tengen, who today sported a white button up vest with nothing underneath to accentuate the muscles on his arms. The vest was tailored to highlight the shape of his waist and fitted where you could almost see the outline of his abs. He wore white dress pants held up by a brown belt with matching brown loafers. His wrist was decorated with watches and rings and he of course wore his signature gold shackle earrings. He gave his trenchcoat to Choso who promptly headed towards the coat closet to hang it up.

Tengen had eyed you up and down but his gaze fell on your wrist and you quickly hid it behind your other hand to hide the mark Toji left. Tengen’s eyes met yours again and a wicked smile played on his lips.

‘Busted.’ You thought as Tengen began to scan the faces of everyone in the lobby. His gaze stopped and looked passed you, clearly at the man behind you. Nervously, you turned your head to see Toji was not hiding his lethal glare towards Tengen whatsoever.

“You will do just fine for today.” Tengen finally decided but you stepped in front of Toji before Tengen could continue.

“He’s still in training. He’s shadowing me for the day.” You interjected knowing that the effort is pointless. Tengen always got his way. He continued to the back towards the special private suite and bushed towards Toji. He placed a hand on his shoulder and Toji met him eye to eye, masking a bored expression.

“Then I look forward to being your test dummy.”

Straight filth. RIP reader <3

Reader POV

All of the rooms are sound proof to protect the privacy of the guest, however, the tension in the room was louder than the noise. Tengen, who had already changed into a white robe, settled himself chest first against the cushioned massage table. You assisted him with shedding the robe down his back and covering just above his rear.

Tengen rested his face comfortably on the back of his palms as he soaked in all of your movements while keeping an amused eye on Toji. You used the palms of your hand to gently knead the back of his shoulders and he hissed and sighed at each motion.

“Mmm…you’re so good at this. Yes…lower, little manager.” Tengen was often very vocal during his sessions but today he seemed to be especially playful. The moans that left his lips never failed to swell heat into your core as you felt encouraged to do more. You maneuvered your hands to his lower back and began to roll your knuckles over his tense back.

“Nnmmh! Harder…” He demanded while still keeping eye contact with Toji. It felt a little embarrassing that he was just watching because Tengen was not afraid to be blunt about his pleasure. At some point, you think Toji snapped. He marched over to the massage table and held your wrist. You paused and looked up at him in confusion.

“It’s time to switch.” He ordered and pushed you back gently to take over.

“Turn around.” Toji ordered with the twirl of his index finger. Tengen obeyed and flipped onto his back, his robe now covering just above his groin. Toji walked over to the shelf housing the essential oils and lathered a eucalyptus scented oil all over his hands. He set the oil close by for reapplication.

Toji got to work on his shoulders first and you were afraid that he was going to use too much force with the client again. However, only hushed groans left Tengen’s lips as he embraced all of Toji’s heavy handed massages, purposeful or not. Toji moved down his abdomen and then his thigh. By this point, Tengen’s member was standing at full attention. Large and thick enough to pitch a sizable tent within the robe. Toji paused, wondering how to massage his thighs without making any mistakes. Tengen noticed the long pause and spoke up first.

“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better? Help me then, newbie.” Tengen challenged and with one swift motion, Toji pulled down the robe and let it hit the floor. Your eyes flew wide as Tengen’s eager cock bobbed free.

“Toji-!” You started.

“Are you sure you want my help, rich boy?” Toji slid his slick palm up and down Tengen’s member and Tengen’s head fell back against the table. Toji circled his palm and began to pump Tengen slowly. Tengen’s hands clutched Toji’s palm as he began to drive his hips against Toji’s palm. The slick from the oil echoed a squelching sound through the room as desperate quick breaths spilled from Tengen’s lips. You couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding in front of your eyes.

“Mmm fuck…I- I need something to hold on to. Ahh….tsss… little manager. Sit on my face.” Tengen ordered while in a daze. Red colored his cheeks to his ears as Toji was busy abusing his control over him. You froze, unable to decide whether to allow it to continue or to dismiss Toji for the day.

“Do it, lady boss. We have to entertain our client, right?” Toji undulated his hand faster. Tengen’s jaw hung open while strained moans fell from his lips. You hesitantly unfastened your white tunic and allowed it to fall to your feet. You tugged your pants to the ground and you stood proud in nothing but underwear. Toji almost froze while eying you up and down and his hand slowed its pace. Tengen spotted you and bit down on his bottom lip hard.

“Shit…” Toji uttered while his eyes were glued to your body. Tengen motioned for you to come to him and when you didn’t arrive quick enough, he clawed you by your underwear and hauled you towards him. Tengen’s hand proceeded to breach the top of your panties and searched for your sensitive core. A desperate cry left your lips as he suddenly speared your drenched hole.

“Ah! Oh god!” You spread your thighs to properly sit yourself against Tengen’s large hand. Only 2 fingers barely piercing your core was enough to drive you crazy.

“Fuck…lady boss.” You heard a low groan and you saw Toji’s pants had already dropped to his knees. He was pumping his cock fiercely while burning the desperate moans that escaped your lips in his memory. Tengen, hungry for your attention, yanked your underwear down for you to step out of them and clawed you by your ass to motion you to mount him. You pressed your hands on his chest while you swung your leg over his face and hesitantly lowered yourself. Tengen was obviously low on patience as he used both hands to drag your dripping core to his lips.

His wet tongue swiped once before his firm grip on your ass tightened. You flinched almost hopping off of him but he held you still

“God, you taste amazing. You are always making others feel good, little manager. Mind if I try?” The heat of his breath hit your clit as he forcefully pulled your ass back down against him. He sucked and flicked your nub mercilessly and you squirmed in his grasp while murmuring quiet yes’s. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt ecstasy pool in your insides and you rode his face towards your climax.

“Mmmf!!” Tengen’s body seized and then froze. Your head darted up and Toji, while pushing Tengen’s leg up, slid his slick cock now covered in more oil in Tengen’s hole.

“Fuck….you’re tight. Mmm~…Isn’t this the massage you wanted, rich boy?” Toji purred as he rolled his hips, penetrating Tengen further. Tengen released a frustrated groan and lashed his tongue against your crux. Once Toji was fully seated, he raked his hand behind your head and pulled you into a lustful kiss. Yours and Toji’s tongues battled for dominance while Tengen continued to devour you from below. As Toji moved his hips, each slap jolted Tengen’s body and Tengen held onto your ass for dear life. He moaned against your core as he continued to sink his tongue into you like a rabid dog.

Your hips moved in tandem against his mouth and your thighs tightened. Your hands curled against Tengen’s chest as your eyes screwed and nose scrunched and a pregnant groan escaped from your mouth into Toji’s. While riding out your high, Toji left a family of kisses against your jawline while Tengen licked up all that your core had to offer. Toji pulled back releasing himself from Tengen and assisted you as you attempted to dismount him. After you and Toji were standing upright, he pulled you into another passionate kiss. Your hand searched for Tengen and proceeded to massage his member once more.

Toji leaned to hover over your ear. He was clearly losing patience and his sanity was wearing thin by the minute.

“Bend over while you do that.” He ordered in a voice so deep and dark it almost frightened you. He was desperate for a release and was going to make sure you were the one that gave it to him. You made your way around the other end of the table and used the edge to hike your ass in the air. You regained control over Tengen’s cock and teased it against your lips. You felt Toji looming behind you as he slapped his dick against your ass. He pushed your lower back down and raised your hips while he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Scream my name while you choke on his dick, gorgeous.” Without missing a beat, Toji pushed himself through your sensitive entrance while pulling your hips back towards him. The stretch of his cock left your mouth hanging open as pained moans were pulled from your chest. Toji’s head fell back as a guttural moan poured from his lips. Tengen took advantage of your perpetually opened mouth and shoved his dick through it. Toji began to move his hips without mercy and the silk from the oil allowed him to move in and out with ease.

“Fuck….oh god…take it.” Toji uttered a brood of curses while slamming himself inside you over and over again. You're a slobbering mess all over Tengen as he directed your head on his cock. Heavy groans came from Tengen as he applied more force to your head, picking up speed.

“Yes baby. You’re doing sooo good.” Tengen sighed as he fucked into your mouth. His hand released your head and he rested his forearm across his eyes, shielding them. You tried your best to hold your body still to focus but you were simply being rammed senselessly by Toji from behind. He paused briefly to discard his shirt and then leaned over you. He dragged his hands up your chest and under your bra and started toying with your nipples. He rolled his hips slowly but deeper and you felt him thrust himself so far he was ghosting your stomach. Hot tears pierced your eyes as you briefly paused from sucking Tengen.

“Don’t lose track of work.” Toji warned as he took over and clawed your head, forcing you to push down against Tengen once more. He did this rhythmically and continued to slam his hips while bobbing your head. A sea of screams fell from your lips while Tengen covered his mouth to diminish his moans.

“I’m so fucking close…!” Toji groaned as he released your head and stood up straight. He latched onto your hips and rampaged against your core. He struck your ass repetitively and left a painful sting before pulling you back against him again. Over and over and over-.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts became sloppy.

“Mmm…do you think you can hold it all for me?” Toji panted but didn’t allow you time to respond as he plunged deep inside of you, drenching your walls with his seed. A labored moan fell from his lips and it felt like forever while he released his spend. As soon as Toji slipped out of you, Tengen pulled your arm and hauled you against his chest.

“That’s not good customer service. Let me come too.” Tengen whispered as he took you by your waist and flipped you over, with your back now against the table. Tengen slid his cock against your core gathering the mixture of Toji’s spend, the oil and your climax all on his dick. He pushed his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back before piercing your entrance once more. You gripped hard against the plush of the table and your back arched up as a large Toji was replaced by a large Tengen.

Tengen’s eyes screwed shut and his eyebrows furrowed. A thick groan fell from his mouth and his grip against your knees tightened.

“Dammit. Who told you to feel this good?” Tengen began to thrust his hips mercilessly as your body slid up and down against the table. He pinned you down with his eyes, while he looked both lost in a trance and focused. Tengen watched wildly as your distressed moans filled the room. He looked like an unshakeable force as he used your body to egg on his climax. Toji emerged next to you, his member is still dripping with seed. You brought his member to your lips and licked him clean.

Tengen switched to holding your hips as he moved at an impossible pace.

“Will you take all of me too? Do you want that? Hm?….fuck…oh fuck me…” Tengen began spewing endless curses and his thrusts became more powerful. You felt him swell within you and he froze. He leaned over to cup your chin to face him and drove his tongue down your throat. With short and shallow thrust, Tengen faltered, he stopped and continued to thrust again almost like his climax was too much for him to finish. His head fell next to yours and pained whimpers fell from his lips.

“Yes…oh god…yes…yes…yes.” Tengen pleaded before dragging your core against him and a strained endless moan echoed against your ear. Tengen proceeded to decorate your inner walls with his seed. He collapsed on top of your body.

Toji placed his hand on his shoulder and pulled him up. Tengen obliged and pulled out to stand up and catch his breath. You laid on the table motionless from your body being abused in every way. You couldn’t even move your arms to push yourself off the table. You were extremely spent and fucked out of your mind.

“There is still 45 minutes left of your session. Are you up for another round?” Toji asked and Toji and Tengen looked down at you sinfully.

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-Kenzie

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nanamis-bigtie · 10 months

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nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ reacting to the other one crying about something

❧ kusakabe atsuya x gn!reader | cw: pre-relationship, mutual pinning, story takes part in a bar setting but there's no mention of alcohol ❧

It's been more of instinct than a conscious decision, Kusakabe must admit as he's lingering behind the door, hand clenched on the handle. He sprinted to his feet right behind you and followed—but now, once he knows why you left the party so suddenly, his confidence popped like a balloon and faded.

Part of him is glad it's not sickness, part gnaws on his conscience and thrashes his mind from the inside. What is he doing here? He's never been good with crying people; he should turn back and call Nanami or Iori… Does he even have tissues on himself?

But the sight of your slumped back and curled shoulders, shaking in that characteristic rhythm of sobbing, clenches his heart with pain almost dragging a cry out of him too. It should be his chest you should hide your face in, not your hands, out there in the cold, leaning over the railing in front of a bar.

Maybe if he wasn't such a coward and finally pushed the matters further than courteous coffee and snack dates after work—

Kusakabe scratches the back of his head and gnaws on a profanity pressing to his tongue. If he did A, there needs to be B, or else he won't be able to call himself a man anymore.

"Okay there, Y/N?" He tries to sound casual, peeking through the open door, his coat thrown over his arm at ready. It's just a smoking break, not a rescue mission, and it doesn't matter that he quit smoking two years ago.

You jolt in place, wipe your eyes with both hands at once, your lips trembling slightly as you try to pull a smile, "Yeah, all good. Just needed fresh air."

Horrible liars, both of you.

He leans over the railing, close to you but keeping the distance suit for a coworker.

"You sure you don't need to call it a day?" Trying to push through awkward silence, he observes you with the very corner of his eye. Not obviously staring, just casually monitoring the situation, like a good colleague should, right? "I can call a taxi—"

"I'm okay." At least your voice doesn't tremble anymore. "It's been… A rough week. Just needed to cry some. Five more minutes and I'll be back."

You don't have any coat on, Kusakabe realizes and almost slaps himself for not doing so sooner. He should have grabbed yours, not his, if he really wanted to be useful. What is he going to do now, stay there with you awkwardly and dressed or return to the warmth, leaving you alone midst cursed December?

Just a coworker wouldn't—

"Here." He wraps his coat around your shoulders, his heart fluttering when your gazes meet. For a mere few seconds, he can't feel the cold anymore and the noise of the bar behind your backs seems as sweet as a rippling stream.

"And you—" You accept the offering and clench your hands on its skirts. Even if he were about to freeze, he would have no heart to take it back from you, no matter what you say.

"I just need one thing." Praying his hands don't tremble as much as he thinks they do, Kusakabe reaches into one of the pockets, soon fishing a lollipop out of it. "Here, for you."

He taps your nose with it, a stupid, childish impulse—but for the first time tonight you smile for real, soon even laugh a little, "Thanks. Thanks a lot. For checking on me and…everything. Thanks, Atsuya."

A second earlier he thought the sound of your laughter was the prettiest sound he'd ever heard. Oh, how wrong he was.

Even your laughter couldn't compare to the way you say his name.

a/n: I'll die on the hill that Kusakabe's iconic lollipop is a remain of smoking addiction. big thank you to my server peeps for support with my first time at trying writing him & to @clumsyraccoon and @lemonszesty whose Kusakabe writing served as inspo to reach for his drabble out of order! EDIT: it's been brought to my attention that Kusakabe's antismoking lollipop is canon via databook. I'll leave the og note cause the coincidence is just funny lol

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noctylisse · 8 months

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I Knew I'd Curse You For The Longest Time

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ In which you curse Suguru Geto for, well, being Suguru Geto.

Suguru Geto x Gn! Reader (not proofread)

Fuck Suguru Geto for having those stupidly attractive bangs.

It’s the way he gently attempts to tuck them behind his ears with one hand as he smoked. Each time he does, they end up falling forward to frame his stupidly attractive face anyway.

You’re looking at him respectfully, you swear. It’s just you and him at this moment, waiting for your classmates, Satoru Gojo and Iori Utahime to meet you outside the closed basketball court.

Normally you wouldn’t want to stand near a smoker, but this man just seemed to draw you in somehow.

Suguru Geto was a charmer, and you simply couldn’t resist. He’s a gentleman, too. He greeted you with a smile when you bumped into each other in the hall, opened the door for you as you both went out the main building, and even asked you if it was alright for him to smoke at that moment. You know it’s all the bare minimum, but you figured he could do literally anything humane and you’d feel your cheeks flush.

You recall those moments when you and your middle school friends would excessively cough around smokers to try and make them feel bad for smoking. But now, you think that if you were to ever do that, it would be to get Suguru Geto to coddle you.

He meets your eyes as he exhales the smoke, and you smile. He does, too.

You don’t know Suguru Geto that well yet, but you yearn to know more about him.

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Fuck Suguru Geto for having such a sweet voice.

“You okay?” He asks as he gently holds your hand, bringing you toward him. His eyes roam to assess you for possible injuries.

You nod. You feel his thumb press against your pulse.

“I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He says with that addictingly smooth voice of his. He thinks you’re still deeply shaken from what had just happened.

You narrowly dodged a fast attack from one of the curses you were supposed to exorcize, and Geto just so happened to cover you and do the job before any serious damage could be done.

You do admit to be shaken from it, knowing that you would have been totally busted if it weren’t for Geto, but your heart’s quick racing didn’t come from that at all.

It came from the way he spoke to you after that encounter. You never realized how soft his voice was.

It was hypnotizingly sweet. From the way he whispered in your ear, wishing you luck as you entered the abandoned building, to the way he held your hand as he spoke words of comfort, you were sure he could control you with his voice alone.

But right now, you decide to be more level-headed. He was fussing over nothing, after all. Or rather, he was fussing over a quickening pulse that he had no idea was his fault.

You shake your head. “No worries, I’m fine, Geto.” You smile at him. “Thanks for covering for me. I’d be busted without you.”

He smiles back, stands straighter, and suddenly you aren’t so level headed anymore.

“It’s no problem.” He replies, placing a hand on your head to gently ruffle your hair.

As the two of you walk out the abandoned building with the burden of the mission off of your shoulders, you fail to prepare yourself for his voice that just so happened to sound even sweeter when he asked you to call him ‘Suguru’.

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Fuck Suguru Geto for having the most careful hands.

You sit in front of your vanity with Suguru behind you, gently brushing your hair.

The early rays of sunlight rest on the both of you as you sit in comfortable silence. He snuck into your dorm

to sleep over the night before, and he’s here with you as you get ready for the day.

“You’re really sure about this?” He asks as he gathers some of your hair to twist in his hands.

You smile. “Of course! We’d be matching in a way, Sugu. It would be cute!”

He chuckles. “I suppose I see the vision.”

You had asked him to tie your hair in a half-up half-down bun, to match with his man bun. You liked styling

your hair whenever you had the chance, and Suguru had ended up loving it when you let him do it for you.

It was peaceful, and extremely domestic. You’d give anything to always have moments like these with Suguru. One day, you’d hope to have him style your hair in a home the both of you share.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you feel his hands brush through and work their way around your hair.

Suguru has always made sure to make your hair look flawless. He also ensures that he never hurts you by accidentally tugging on your hair or getting it caught on the accessories he uses on it.

When he was done, he gently rubs your shoulders as you make eye-contact in the vanity mirror.

You turn around to place a gentle kiss on his lips as a sign of thanks. He smiles into it and pulls you closer, a hand on your cheek, and the other around your waist. His touch remains gentle, as if his fingers themselves press kisses to your body.

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Fuck Suguru Geto for having such pretty, sparkly eyes.

You feel the bed shift as Suguru gets up, trying not to wake you.

You immediately reach out for him in your sleepy state, squinting in the dark.

He sits back down to lay you back down slowly, a hand running through your sleep-tousled hair.

“Sugu..?”

“Just want to take a smoke break, baby. Go back to sleep, ‘kay?” He says softly, caressing your cheek.

The moonlight that managed to pass by the curtains shone on him as you looked up.

He looked beautiful. Unreal, even.

Your eyes move to look at his own, and they shine. His eyes shine like twinkling stars.

You catch a glimpse of him wiping at them before you close your eyes. You assume his eyes are just as drowsy as yours, and that he’d probably teared up after a yawn.

You’re too sleepy to argue, so you let him go.

“Just be back here, Sugu.” You yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He says, voice cracking.

The sheets rustle as you pull the covers over you, and you fail to hear Suguru sniffle as he gets up and leaves.

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You wake up alone.

You do not see a trace of Suguru the entire afternoon, either.

Instead, you see Satoru with his back to you, fist clenched and bloody. You spot your teacher looking deeply agitated in front of him. His gaze then moved from Satoru to you, and somehow, he looked even more distraught.

From then, you learn about Suguru’s crimes.

You don’t know how to react. You first think of cursing him, which you do.

Fuck Suguru Geto for…

Not telling you sooner? No, you should have known. You should have done something. Anything.

Fuck Suguru Geto for treading a path I can't follow.

That could be it. But you crumble before you could think of anything else.

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creepercraftguy · 2 years

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Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Voice Actor Headcanons.

So here’s the latest update of this little series on my blog where I assign official voice actors to characters that don’t have them. I also did this with the previous title, Legends: Arceus.

I have to reiterate the same points every time, but it’s just so we’re all aware -

This is NOT CANON. These are HEADCANONS and are unofficial. It’s just a hypothetical situation. If the characters were voiced, this is who I imagine would voice them.

Every major character in both games is included here, so there are HEAVY SPOILERS for the game’s main storylines. DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE GAME OR DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.

The only character I did not include in this is Jacq. He already has an official VA thanks to the Pokemon Go Gimmighoul Trailer. I don’t know who it is though because they go uncredited.

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy my ideas. Or don’t. Your choice.

Nemona - KAYLI MILLS

Also Voiced:

Emilia (Re:Zero)

Alice Synthesis Thirty (Sword Art Online: Alicazation)

Keqing (Genshin Impact

Katy - DOROTHY FAHN

Also Voiced:

Konan (Naruto)

Tsumugi Shirogane (Danganronpa V3)

Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Brassius - ROBBIE DAYMOND

Also Voiced:

Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

Hubert (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Prompto Argentum (Final Fantasy XV)

Iono - IRONMOUSE

Also Voiced:

Herself (On her twitch videos and Speak of the Devil)

Tanith (An Incorrect Summary of Elden Ring | The King & The Serpent)

Kofu - CHRIS RAGER

Also Voiced:

Hercule Satan (Dragon Ball)

Marshal D. Teach/Blackbeard (One Piece)

Gahuko Asano (Assassination Classroom)

Larry - XANDER MOBUS

Also Voiced:

Joker (Persona 5)

Master Hand (Super Smash Bros)

Rokuzo Taguchi (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Ryme - REGINA KING

Also Voiced:

Huey and Riley Freeman (The Boondocks)

Kreela (The Ant Bully)

Dynamite (Planes: Fire and Rescue)

Grusha - ALEJANDRO SAAB

Also Voiced:

Cyno (Genshin Impact)

Yuri (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Izumi Miyamura (Horimiya)

Tulip - MELANIE MINICHINO

Also Voiced:

Alice Hiiragi (Persona 5 Strikers)

Anya Corazon/Spider-Girl (Spider-Man (2017))

Yan (Indivisible)

Director Clavell - KIRK THORNTON

Also Voiced:

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Jade Curtiss (Tales of Zesteria)

Penny - AMANDA CELINE MILLER

Also Voiced:

Toko Fukawa (Danganronpa/Danganronpa Another Episode)

Boruto Uzumaki (Naruto)

Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon)

Mela - ERIN FITZGERALD

Also Voiced:

Chie Satonaka (Persona 4)

Noire/Black Heart (Hyperdimension Neptunia series)

Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa series)

Giacomo - SEAN CHIPLOCK

Also Voiced:

Diluc (Genshin Impact)

Rean Schwarzer (Trails of Cold Steel)

Guido Mista (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind)

Atticus - TODD HABERKORN

Also Voiced:

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa V3)

Death The Kid (Soul Eater)

Shiro Iori (Kill La Kill)

Ortega - CASEY MONGILLO

Also Voiced:

Emporio Alnino (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean)

Protagonist (Shin Megami Tensei V)

Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evengelion)

Eri - CHERAMI LEIGH

Also Voiced:

Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)

Asuna Yuuki (Sword Art Online)

A2 (Nier:Automata)

Arven - KAIJI TANG

Also Voiced:

Owain (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Gonta Gokuhara (Danganronpa V3)

Archer (Fate)

Rika - SUZIE YEUNG

Also Voiced:

Eula (Genshin Impact)

Makima (Chainsaw Man)

Pumpkin Pie Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Poppy - KIMBERLY ANNE CAMPBELL

Also Voiced:

Nahida (Genshin Impact)

Hayase Nagatoro (Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro)

Typhon (Re:Zero)

Hassel - JAMIESON PRICE

Also Voiced:

Sojiro Sakura (Persona 5)

Leo Whitefang (Guilty Gear Strive)

Rider (Fate)

Geeta - SHARA KIRBY

Also Voiced:

Candace (Genshin Impact)

Franceska Mila Rose (Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War)

Tomomi Takei (Kageki Shojo!!)

Dendra - ALEX CAZARES

Also Voiced:

Rebecca (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)

Oblina (Nickelodean: All-Star Brawl)

Dagr (Fire Emblem Heroes)

Saguaro - PATRICK SEITZ

Also Voiced:

Dio Brando (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders)

Ira Gamagoori (Kill La Kill)

Ladiva (GranBlue Fantasy: Versus)

Salvatore - BRYCE PAPENBROOK

Also Voiced:

Kirito (Sword Art Online)

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa 2)

Tyme - REGINA KING

Also Voiced:

Huey and Riley Freeman (The Boondocks)

Kreela (The Ant Bully)

Dynamite (Planes: Fire and Rescue)

Miriam - XANTHE HUYNH

Also Voiced:

Haru Okumura (Persona 5)

Marianne (Fire Emblem Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Ui Hirasawa (K-On)

Raifort - ALLEGRA CLARK

Also Voiced:

Shamir (Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Maki Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Beidou (Genshin Impact)

Professor Sada - JENNIFER LOSI

Also Voiced:

Ganyu (Genshin Impact)

Shinobu Kawajiri (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable)

Mizuki Nakahara (Lycoris Recoil)

Professor Turo - KEITH SILVERSTEIN

Also Voiced:

Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Johan Liebert (Monster)

Hisoka (HunterXHunter)

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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game au: voicelines

notes: fluff, paralive game au, no content warnings, kinda brainrot

who else remembers when they lied to us about a paralive game? anyway here's some theoretical lines the characters would have about their significant other

༄ kanata yatonokami:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“ha? the fuck does that have to do with you?

… did they say something about me?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“nayuta and i didn’t have shit growing up as kids, and they were always annoying about it. dropping by snacks, workin’ extra shifts to help us out - not like i asked for anything. i hate owing people though, so - … oi. get that damn smile off your face. they’re the one that wouldn’t leave me alone.”

⁀➷ quality time:

“mhm, i’ll be by later. love you too.”

[phone clicks]

…

“geez, you ever mind your own business? you can turn in that job yourself. i promised them i’d go by their house today and they won’t quit naggin’ me about it. huh? that’s not what i fucking mean! if i didn’t like em, i wouldn’t even be dating them. they just like sitting at home and talking to me. it’s weird but… makes em’ happy, so whatever.”

⁀➷ the future:

“nayuta won’t get off my case about marriage and all that shit ; says i should hurry up and give them a ring. doesn’t he know how old we are?! ‘sides, i don’t need some asshole with a bible to tell me we’re gonna be together forever. it’s either them or nobody, and they know it.”

༄ iori suiseki:

about their lover:

“i know it’s tempting, but that one over there ain’t one of my hostesses, so try not to stare so hard. my dearest deserves more respect than that, dont’cha think?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“honestly, i thought everything was over after the suiseki massacre. my family helped out a lot, but they were the one to really drag me out of my slump. it’ll be hard as hell for me to ever repay em’ for that, but ‘m still tryin’ to this day.

speaking of, can ya run out and grab em’ for me? it’s been an hour since i’ve seen em, and i’m goin’ through withdrawals.”

⁀➷ safety:

“i’d like to think we’re pretty guarded these days, but i can never be too sure, yanno? honestly, in an ideal world i could just keep em’ in the house forever to make sure nothing can even come close to harming them. hm? is my face that scary?”

⁀➷ the future:

“oi, c’mere for a sec? i want your opinion. the band on this ring is nice, but the diamond cut on here is much more suited to their taste. ahaha, pick up yer jaw! ‘m not proposing anytime soon. just weighin’ out my options for now. i got too many things goin’ on to give em’ the real life they deserve, but one day i’ll be able to make em’ mine forever.”

༄ shion kaida:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“hmm? sorry to disappoint, but i’m not really doing stuff like that anymore. my angel might kill me if they catch wind of this, so you can go find someone else to please you, right?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“i can’t blame you for wanting to come back - everyone always does. they were the first time i was the one to go back, though. so cold hearted towards me, i couldn’t help but want to see them crack. ah, but i wouldn’t advise you to try the same with them. i’m not a fan of sharing.”

⁀➷ bad habits:

“it’s hard not to fall into old ways, if i’m being honest. they’re understanding enough, given the… unique circumstances of my situation, but have enough of a backbone to put me in my place.

though, just between us, i do it on purpose sometimes. seeing their angry face gets me all sorts of riled up. i’m falling in love at quite the unhealthy pace, fufu.”

⁀➷ the future:

“stability isn’t exactly my thing - i’m sure you’re not surprised. the two of us haven’t talked about that sort of thing yet, so i’m avoiding it as long as i can. i’d hate to see their disappointment when i tell them marriage isn’t in the cards for me.

… is what i’d like to believe, but they’re so cute i just might find myself caving into their charms. maybe they’re the manipulator between us after all.”

༄ ryu natsume:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“yaho~! have you seen my alien commander? last i saw they were UP IN SPAAAACCCCEEEE - oh! there they are! WAHAHA, ATTACK TIME!”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

"hm hm hmmmm - aha! that cloud looks like my rice ball! one time they shot me with a HUUUGGGEEE love beam and GAH! i was their slave for the next ten million years! ryu-kun doesn’t mind though - we can rule the whole world together.”

⁀➷ haunting thoughts:

“ryu-kun doesn’t want to be around anyone right now. they’re the only one who can make the monsters go away - but i don’t want them to see me the way i am. i like them so much… it really hurts.”

⁀➷ the future:

“d’you think they’d get mad if i wear a cat suit to our wedding? of course we’re getting married! everyone in japan is invited! we’ll have lots of cheese and takoyaki, shiki-kun will be the maid of honor, and we’ll be carried down the aisle with pigeons!”

༄ toma hikage:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“hey, hey! which selfie is cuter? i like their hair in this one, oh - their smile is so bright here! but they’re irresistible when they’re annoyed at me! and then this is one where they’re sleeping, but this one’s filter is pretty, and this one -”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“long before visty was even a thing, they were always by my side. honestly, i doubt i would’ve become an idol without their encouragement. even with that horrible old face of mine, they always talked about how beautiful i was. haaa, i miss them so much! i need to call them right now!”

⁀➷ overbearing fans:

“maybe saying i’m everyone’s idol was a bad idea, haha. they get kinda jealous sometimes when we’re approached too often, but if i’m being real with you, it’s so hot! the way they call me theirs and grip my hand… totally heart pounding!”

⁀➷ the future:

“i hate to think about the day when visty isn’t a group anymore, but the idea of living a normal life with them is kinda nice, you know? waking up late, going grocery shopping, picking up the kids from school, family vacations. not anytime soon, obvs, but i can’t imagine ever wanting it with anyone else.”

#paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #paralive imagines #kanata yatonokami x reader #iori suiseki x reader #ryu natsume x reader #shion kaida x reader #toma hikage x reader #fluff #headcanons #paralive #paralive scenarios

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daryascurse · 11 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭ο𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐱

03: Utahime Iori x Reader

She kisses you, and the touch is soft, like the velvet of burst bubblegum collapsing over your lips. It leaves your fingers aching and your knee turning between hers. When your grips loosen Utahime rises, her hair cascading as she arches delicately above you in turn. The heft of the duvet slides down her back as the kiss breaks, her hand wandering down almost hesitantly to the front of the shirt – her shirt – that you’ve borrowed for the night. “Is this…” Utahime pauses, her gaze bright through the thick feather of her eyelashes. “Yes,” you say with a breath, knowing what she wants to say as you always do.

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Before meeting her, you’d known only one form of homoerotic friendship. It was the kind you’d known in those fierce, biting relationships that actually revealed itself in one of two ways. One way it had often taken form was as a flash in the pan. A bond before circumstances severed two lives apart, occasionally leaving threads wound through social media views and likes and responses, until these interactions too faded and broke away. Worse yet than those superficial, spiking acquaintanceships, though, were the longer friendships. These had been feelings likely seeded at an age long before you had any word to describe it; or, at that age when everything bloomed anew as a new life in adulthood. “BFF” was wholly inadequate. These emotions and bonds transcended labels of any kind. And those friendships ended in explosion, always over a scapegoat third party or convenient external situation - never even acknowledging the true tensions. Because that was the key, either way. It was always chock full of tension. That was the necessary part, the worst part.

And then you learned of another type of homoerotic friendship, when you met Utahime Iori, and you saw that tension actually wasn’t necessary. This was a friendship where you loved her in that same ethereal wordless way as it had always burned, but you knew plainly it was love. Maybe still not in so many words, but your heart was soft at the thought of her laugh, and she floated to mind sometimes at night when you twisted your fingers and pushed between your thighs in desperate ruts. And you never stopped your motions to shoo her from your imagination.

She is often your shadow in a way you never expected; dinners infrequent after work due to the nature of her enigmatic “work,” but as soon as you sink into the restaurant tables and wipe your hands with warm towels, the two of you don’t rise for hours after. She isn’t the fastest to respond to texts, but once she’s messaging you, the conversation doesn’t stop until well past the midnight hours. You hadn’t known her long, but it’s like she’s been in your life since primary school, the way you reference her to your family, to other friends. “And what are you and Utahime up to this weekend?” becomes the refrain on telephone conversations with your mother, and you find you always have an answer in some form.

Utahime often laughs at you in a way she never laughs with other people, in a way that brings a grin to your face as well. “Stop,” she sputters out, shaking her head and covering her mouth with her hand from across the room.

“What am I doing?”

“Stop looking at me,” she says, still shaking her head as the giggles hiccup from her belly. And you swig your bottle back and laugh, which makes her laugh more. “I can’t stop.”

“I didn’t even say anything funny,” you say.

“Yes,” Utahime says, but she can barely get the word out before doubling over again and reaching for her bottle in turn. Everyone else leaning against the walls, knees to chest in the boxy apartment, pauses in their conversations to hear what the joke is, and they give up to turn back to each other shortly.

All of this is so innocent on its face yet you still, you still think of her eyes when your head is spinning and heart beating alone in the sheets. So it’s not a surprise on this night, which isn’t the first time you’ve crawled under someone’s comforter together to share a futon after an evening out, the kiss happens. Your hands are interlaced with hers, her mouth tasting faintly of the balm still on her lips, and even as it happens, you can’t untangle how it even happened. There had been no preamble of conversation before you found your heads on the same pillow. Perhaps the empty, froth-laced glasses on her kitchen counter piling up all night have something to do with it, but not all of it.

Love has something to do with it, some kind of love that some languages certainly must have a word for. But you can’t ask her clearly if she knows what it is. Whatever the knot in your mind is, it’s mirrored in your throat.

“Is this…”

Utahime pauses, her gaze bright through the thick feather of her eyelashes.

“Yes,” you say with a breath, knowing what she wants to say as you always do.

Her hand tugs at the neckline of your shirt, as if she’s unsure of how to actually proceed next, before gathering her hand around your chest again to give a gentle squeeze. You suck air in at your teeth, your knee rising again between her thighs when her thumb swipes over your nipple, the fabric rough against pebbling skin. She pauses at the imperceptible stiffening that freezes your pulse at your throat, and does it again, again. Your face is heat-flushed when her legs shift, hips over your knee and thighs closing gently.

“Oh,” Utahime breathes, and you tense your muscle, feeling the way she moves down. She’s sliding, the way her coiled muscles keep her in the air uncharacteristically weakening as if her body is whispering a gentle urge to sit. She takes in another labored breath as she adjusts, her knees pinned on either side of your thighs as she reaches forward and cups her hands around both of your breasts.

You cannot speak, can only turn your lips into a pausing purse, and you reach your hand forward hesitantly, around the stretch of her arms. Utahime is still hovering over your raised knee, and you slip your finger between the curve of her panties and the smooth expanse of your thigh. You notice that, the having to force space, the fact that she had been a butterfly’s kiss from her hips sinking to the cross of your thigh. She hisses at that, a sound rough between her teeth.

It’s your turn to start the question – “Can I -”

“Mmhmm,” Utahime moans in a way that makes her voice tremble. Her thumbs slide again, pinching and pulling at your nipples over your shirt. The friction of the fabric drives a thirst in your blood.

Her pussy is hot even through the thin layer your fingers are tensing over, and then extending without a thought. Utahime whimpers again. The way she gropes at your chest turns more desperate, almost in tune with the jolts of her hips. She’s grinding her cunt into your hand, urging your fingers, open, wider. Your thumb is curved up, digging in the groove of her underpants to find the roll of her clit, and Utahime cries from her throat when you reach it.

“That feels…good?” you say, almost choking on it, and she makes the same high “uh-huh” sound in response.

Utahime’s fingers fumble to the hem of your shirt, her neck dropping and long tendrils of hair turned inky in the night following with the motion. She tugs your panties to the side, whining again when the elastic snaps them back into place and she has to do it again. Her fingers are slender, the color of the moon peering from over the balcony beyond, and it’s your turn to gasp wordlessly into the night when she gets them properly out of the way and brings her attention to your cunt.

“Fuck,” you bite out as her impatient fingers slip inside, the intimate sense of your skin touching almost making your own furious rubbing motions freeze. You have the sudden urge to grab Utahime’s fingers away and kiss them all, the pads that must glisten now, the same hands that have passed you drinks at the bar and held up sweatshirts in delicate manicures to ask your opinion – these holy fingers that thrust and open you. There are shivers down your spine, erratic urges that only double when her other hand splays, thumb hooked around the elastic of your panties and pinning your hip down with that deceptively invisible strength of hers.

You look up, and are almost surprised by the concentration in her face, the way her lips are curved back in almost a snarl, the dash of a scar across her nose darkened by the focus knotting up her features. The breath comes out of her in puffs. It makes the panging need below your belly ache harder, and you grab at the fabric of her panties. There’s a darker spot seeping through, and when you tug the cloth tight against her skin, it frames her plump pussy perfectly.

“Oh, oh,” Utahime says.

You press your thumb against her damp panties again. The fabric clings to her where you apply the pressure and rub, and it makes her hips jerk again. There’s practically no room to do so now, hunched over you on the futon as you squirm in response to her fingers working between your legs. But her focus is something more gifted, more trained than yours, and Utahime plants her hips down on either side of you with a little grunt of determination huffing from her nose.

“It’s good?”

“S-so good,” you murmur, and Utahime seems triumphant in that. She’s actually practically cooing like a dove as she presses into you in turn.

You pulse. Any last hesitant shreds of composure are waning.

And it’s like Utahime can tell without words. As if the way your shoulders roll conveys the way that your shirt is unbearably warm over you, your nipples still aching with the ghost of her touch with each raw twitch of your body sliding the fabric over them. The way your fingers anxiously reach and rub, over her panties to push into her as far as you can and urge the leaking arousal out, with urgency the more she reaches and touches at the parts that make you whine. You can feel it oiling your fingers and it makes you wet, wetter and rushing around her own reaching touch.

“U- Uta-hime…”

“Mmhmm?”

“I think I’m…”

“Close?”

She knows, of course she does, of course she would always know your body and mind more intimately than you could ever explain it, and you give a judder and nod as best as you can.

“Okay,” she says, breathing the word so softly you can barely hear the consonant crisply break to differentiate it from any other moan and whimper that’s been rising from the floor. Utahime’s lungs must be working as hard as yours, even as her fingers begin to pump faster, her touch honing in right on the places she’s learned so quickly are where your weakest points are. Maybe she can even feel the way your body is pulsing, the way the heat is trapped and boiling at your blood, the way the walls of your pussy must be twitching and closing around her fingers.

You do reach climax first, with a violent shudder and a gasp so loud that it’s vocal. Your hand falls without a thought, selfishly ignoring her.

“Oh-oh, oh, oh,” and all you can do is repeat it, waiting too long to try to strangle a hold on the volume as your abdomen curls. You come in your panties so hard that when her fingers withdraw, a pained groan slipping from you at the soreness of skin on skin, the liquid seeps straight through the fabric. It’s trapped to cool there. You shift your hips uncomfortably below her.

Utahime look at you with eyes like scoops of French vanilla ice cream, smooth and overflowing and sweet.

“Oh,” you say again, and exhale back onto the pillow with your lips parted and chin tilted up at her. When Utahime bends to kiss you again, it’s sloppy, wet, so good, and you don’t stop yourself from reaching up and embracing her in turn.

She almost scrambles into your arms, her chest heaving in turn with yours, as if confirming your suspicion that her body has been working just as hard. Your knee finds itself bending between her legs again, the cool spot on her underpants rubbing against your thigh as the kiss deepens, becomes more aggressive with lashes of her tongue against yours.

“I think you should pull down my panties and kiss me there,” Utahime says heavily, and you pull back her hair in a smoothing gesture with a nod.

“Lie back,” you say, hearing your voice catch in your throat, and it’s as if you switch positions to mirror each other. Her hair splays like a halo as it falls over the pillow, and now, the shadows shift as you turn your legs to urge her hips down flush against the futon before kneeling over her thighs.

Her shirt is rumpled and pulled practically diagonal against her torso, and you pull it up just enough to give a kiss to the crescent of skin over the band of her underpants. It’s almost surprising to find the touch soft over her toned muscles, and you kiss her stomach again. Utahime shifts her hips and the smooth base of her hand comes to stroke your cheek, brush at your temple. You feel the same strange urge as earlier, and turn your head up into her palm, almost nuzzling into her touch before reaching to lace her fingers with yours and pull them towards your mouth.

Utahime sucks in a breath vocally, urgently, and dances her fingers across your lips. You taste yourself as your tongue moves and swirls around her. You suck, the pull of her slender fingers tense and suctioned.

“Oh,” she whispers, and you loosen your lips and bring them back down. You kiss her pussy with her panties on, tasting that first hint of oil leaking through the fabric, and she makes the same sound.

You’re moving slower than she was, and you can pull her underpants to the side with ease. Her folds are already glimmering, a star fallen from the sky to lie below you with waiting breath. You run your finger along the shine almost experimentally, as if this is a line you’re waiting for permission to cross, but Utahime turns her hips from side to side in agonizing invitation.

She tastes rich, like grass and wine, the bitterness lingering on the tip of your tongue when you move it. You’re a little self-conscious, the thought seeping in that you might not be doing it well, might not be doing it good for her, but these first licks are selfish and hungry. You find yourself intoxicated by the way the taste and smell of Utahime seem to cloud your senses, hovering at the back of your nose and across your mouth, and you keep putting your tongue to her as if afraid the next swallow would take that headiness away entirely. That would be unbearable, and so you keep your tongue busy on her.

Utahime is wet and twitching, with moans rising from her. She’s unable to lie still, grabbing at your head again without force or direction, but just to reach you and touch you. You skate your hand down the skin of her hip – I’m here, I’m here – and she clumsily closes her grip around your fingers with a grasp so strong it pinches your hold around her tugged panties.

“Oh,” she says in a song, something that makes your shoulders rise and you stare at her. Utahime’s lips are swollen and her face is blushed in the moonlight. You feel the need to kiss her, and you do, lifting over her as her leg crosses under your knee and pins you right over her.

“Come, let’s come while kissing” she says so earnestly, with such heavy breath to her voice you can’t tell if she means it as a command or as a plead.

The friction between your bodies is hungry, hungrier still as if you hadn’t even come yet. The pathetic rumple of your underpants against each other makes the way your hips slot into space somehow fit even better. There’s no clumsy search for rhythm, no kick of feet against each other, just your legs knotted and your body leaned forward over her.

Utahime catches your chin between her fingers and kisses you with whimpers breaking between her lips. This kiss is hard, all tongues and teeth, saliva sliding to the corners of your mouth. Her taste is exchanged between the two of you in a way that keeps the burning beneath your belly even hotter, your body shaking against hers as you lean against her. She’s humping, grinding, and at one point throws her head back with her arms around you, and you can see her teeth gritted in the night.

Seeing that, seeing how close she is, is what keeps you from collapsing on top of her when you kiss your way down her jaw, finding the soft skin of her throat, and washing your tongue over it. You hesitate, closing your lips around there for a moment, but not sucking in hard enough to leave a mark. Instead, you kiss again, and again, as if each one drives the moans higher and higher from her lungs.

“Ah – ah -fuck!”

It’s decidedly unladylike, and with a moan of your own, you drive your hips harder against hers, squeezing your thighs and digging for that friction of release.

Utahime comes first, with her fingers like claws in your back and arms. Your knees buckle at it, the way she presses her pussy into your skin, her hot folds still half-trapped against the fabric of her underpants. She’s shameless humping up in erratic jerks, drawing everything out, leaving it in spiderwebs across your thigh and hip and pleats of panties. And you can’t help but lower your fingers to chase your release in turn, furiously shoving your hand between your bodies, and Utahime cups her hand over yours to help you. Her grip on you tightens when her hips slow, and that’s when you come again, the crest of your orgasm hitting you hard enough to choke.

“Oh – my god – oh my god,” you burst, and you have to turn your head away, have to hold your body up over her to keep from crashing around Utahime.

“Oh, fuck,” she says in an echoed exhaustion.

It subsides, and you have to hold yourself up on your elbows for a moment as the blood pounds from your ears.

At last you sit up, kicking away the last heavy fold of the duvet at your feet. Your legs feel sweaty and clammy, but when you extend them over the floor, they look smooth. They’re just shaking, the same way your hands are when you look at them in the moonlight. You turn you head back, and Utahime is pushing her hair back in a knotted waterfall away from her forehead.

“I’m – I’m going to pee,” you say, and it’s shocking how normal the words come out; like you were just watching television together, or having tea, and only have to quickly interrupt for a moment before you’ll come back and carry on the same as always.

“I need water. You want some?”

Her voice sounds normal too.

“Yeah, thanks.”

You linger in the bathroom, still staring at your hands. They look normal, too, save for the last tremors. Your thighs ache. The taste of her lingers on your tongue, and you run it around your teeth to catch it all across your mouth. You can hear the faint press of her feet as she moves around the kitchen, the clink of fresh glasses to the counter.

So what now? That is the question, the question you have always been afraid to ask, the reason you have only held the thought of Utahime as you saw her tonight in half-formed shadows at the thought of your mind, without ever daring to even fully envision it. You’re friends. You’re best friends. That’s always what you’ve said – can you say it no more?

But some form of love, whatever kind of love it is, brought your mouths and bodies together tonight.

You look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the same swollen lips and bright eyes of Utahime’s that you’ve been enchanted by all night.

“What now?” you ask softly, and watch your reflection shrug in tandem response.

She’s still moving through the kitchen, making those sounds and physical pauses you know so well, better than anyone else you’ve known in your life.

Maybe a glass of water is all you need for now.

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divinityandfanfics · 3 months

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“ Entertain your Heart ”

DIVINE SILENCE

a/n; making myself suffer >

blurb; “satoru thought that he doesn’t have feelings for reader anymore, and cheats on them with utahime. little did he know, his heart is still screaming reader’s name.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: GOJO SATORU , IORI UTAHIME , GETO SUGURU , IEIRI SHOKO

WARNINGS:

mentions of cheating, fighting between couples

SHIPS MENTIONED:

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ SATORU GOJO X READER (not really)

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ SATORU GOJO X UTAHIME IORI (also not really)

REMINDERS;

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☆ cheater gojo

☆ expect grammar mistakes

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satoru gojo and ( y/n l/n ) had been dating for 2 years. they were the cutest couple ever.

until,

satoru didn’t really felt his heart beat for ( y/n ) anymore, or so in other terms, doesn’t feel like he loves her anymore. so, he decides to cheat on her.

he starts to hang out with this girl, named utahime iori.

satoru had been really close with utahime, and this didn’t go unnoticed by satoru’s current girlfriend, ( y/n ). so, ( y/n ) asked him about it.

« SATORU GOJO’S POV »

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“she’s just a friend, ( y/n ).” i reassured my lover, who was crossing her arms at me as we speak. “she’s just a friend, my ass. you clearly started to get a little too comfortable around her.” ( y/n ) tells me, which i just scoffed.

“you know? why are you even jealous? i already told you, she’s just a friend. now, stop bothering me and do something else for once.” the words left my mouth out of my will, did i even want to say that?

maybe i hurt her feelings, wait, why do i even care? i have utahime if she leaves me anyway. “oh, okay.” she says with a sad tone before walking out of the room.

i kind of feel bad now..

« READER’S POV »

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i noticed satoru was too close with this one girl who i assume is; utahime. satoru always calls her name with that same tone. “utahimeee~” ; i’d always hear him say.

it seems he likes to tease her or something. i can’t help but feel a little bit.. jealous. because, if he can spend time with a friend, why is he not spending time with me anymore?

i shrugged it off, he said she was just a friend that day. no need to worry, right? sigh, i hope so. i mean, i’ve known satoru since junior high.

i’m sure he won’t cheat on me.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it’s been months. months, since satoru has spent time with me, and every single time i invite him for a date, he refuses it, saying he has plans with that girl, utahime.

i was enraged by this, and told him that he should spend time with his girlfriend more than a friend, and he claimed i was acting.. childish!? i was so frustrated, that tears caught up to my eyes, and i left.

i locked myself in my room, crying. how could he say that to me? was i not meeting his needs, or, perhaps expectations? why is he acting like this?

after a good 20 minutes of tears staining my cheeks, i opened the door. to find the house empty. what was i expecting? he didn’t even knock on the door or ask me if i was alright.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

i was used to it, satoru coming home, greeting me with a single; “hi,” before rushing up to his room, i’ve asked him why he was in his room all day after going outside,

which led to him telling me it was because he was texting utahime. that bitch, what does she even have that i don’t?

but this time, he came home and didn’t say a word to my face. huh, that’s new. i didn’t care anymore, though. he and his girl bestfriend can go respectfully fuck off.

that was until the familiar notification sound filled my ears, i looked down at my phone to see that shoko had texted me.

SHO👺🤪🥀 : “( y/n ) i have news you would not like”

( ur nickname )😨😈💞 : “what is it ?? spill the tea queen”

SHO👺🤪🥀 : “i think satoru is cheating on you”

that broke your heart.

you know it shouldn’t, but you did love satoru. you did believe that he was loyal to you. and you felt so stupid, how could you fall for his trick?

( ur nickname ) 😨😈💞 : “how?”

SHO👺🤪🥀 : “i saw him and utahime kissing in the park”

how foolish of you. how foolish of you to think that utahime was just his friend. you teared up, the notification sound ringing in your ears.

SHO👺🤪🥀 : “call me rn ( y/n )”

and you did. you answered the call, standing up to walk to the kitchen and wiping off your tears.

“what’s up, s-shoko?” you say, trying to fight the crack in your voice that made it obvious you were crying.

“( y/n ), i know you’re crying. it’s just me, you can cry.” shoko said with a soft, gentle voice.

“but, shoko.. you know i love him.” you say, the tears in your eyes running down your cheek.

“it’s better to leave him and move on, you wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love you back, yeah?” she said, and you say a cracked and soft; ‘yes.’

“me and suguru are in the nearby café right now, can you go there?” and you agree, dressing up in normal-- comfortable clothes and wearing rubber shoes.

you walk over the café, moonlight shining down on you. as you reach the café, you see two very familiar heads inside. you reach for the door handle and push it open, stepping inside.

you walk over to their table, and they both ask you how you were. you answer with an; ‘i’m fine.’ which they clearly don’t believe. with all that red under your eyes, marking as evidence for your tears.

“don’t worry, we’ll talk to satoru about it tomorrow, and maybe, you can confront him about it?” suguru suggests, which you nod. shoko orders you a warm coffee, and she pays for it as well. you thank her and suguru for being there for you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

tomorrow morning, you woke up and went downstairs to find suguru and shoko arguing with satoru. you didn’t bother to ask what it’s about, since you already knew.

you pass by them, shoko running up to you asking if you are alright. you nod, walking to the kitchen to get some water as shoko scolds satoru again.

then, you join in. confronting satoru about it.

“how.. how can you do this to me, satoru?” you say, tears reaching unbearably close to your eyes. “i loved you with all my life.” you cry out.

“well then, ( y/n ),” satoru started. “i hope i entertained your heart by playing with it.” he spoke, and that left you frozen. “i don’t like you anymore, i don’t feel my heart beating for you anymore. utahime was a lot better.” he said before rushing off.

you stood there, frozen in shock. shoko and suguru come to comfort you, and you thank them endlessly for it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a year had passed; you have now moved on and are currently in a relationship with.. (drumroll please-) suguru! he is the most caring boyfriend you could ever ask for! you both just recently started dating since,

you didn’t want it to happen again. but suguru had poured all his love on you and you are grateful. shoko also supports your relationship with suguru a lot!

you sometimes see satoru’s posts on instagram, posting random shit about him and utahime. here’s an example;

‘when her temper is short but you lovee teasing her’ with a picture of utahime glaring at the camera while satoru’s shit-eating grin is painted on his face.

but, you had already moved on. those that once felt like bullets in the head, are now just weak, dull punches. you already had suguru, so why be jealous?

that is until-

« SATORU GOJO’S POV »

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me and utahime got into a fight, again, and, now, i realize that i still love ( y/n ). how foolish of me to leave her for this.. short-tempered girl.

( y/n ) was better than her in all angles, why couldn’t i see that before? i am so blind, despite of my 6 eyes.

so, here i am. at her doorstep, asking for forgiveness and-- wanting her back. but, before she could answer, a tall man appeared behind her.

“dude, she isn’t into you anymore.” suguru? why is he here? don’t tell me he.. “she’s already taken, and loved, by me, satoru.” he said.

my eyes widen, she has already moved on. now, is with a guy that will stay loyal to her and only her, whom will love her ’til the very day they both die. i know suguru is just like that. the man she will depend on for her whole life.

« THIRD PERSON’S POV »

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satoru gojo was just a year late, that’s all.

and now, if only satoru gojo realized that his heart was still steadily beating for ( y/n l/n ) the day he thought he didn’t anymore, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

he just didn’t listen close enough to the name that his heart was yelling.

✧ the end ✧

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nyctoaerah · 5 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐒”

[ SYPNOSIS ] You found yourself stripped of your immortality, a punishment for daring to flout the edicts laid down by your father. Your transgressions? Two-fold. First, the grave sin of disobedience, and Secondly, the cardinal offense of falling irrevocably in love with your Lady in waiting. In your father’s eyes, the sanctity of your divinity was tarnished by a same-gender relationship, a concept that he vehemently repudiated as aberrant and abhorrent. Such unforgivable love, he pontificated, dulled your goddess-like essence. Thus he used his powers and casted you adrift into a parallel universe suffused with curses and sorcerers whose love aren't really the healthy type of love, a punishment to show you that ‘Love’ isn’t all about sunshine and rainbows.

[ WARNINGS ] Gore, Slow Burn Yandere, Love Percentage Au.

[ PAIRINGS ] Yandere! Jjk x Fem! Isekai’d! Goddess Reader.

[ LOVE INTERESTS ]Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieri, Yuki Tsukumo, Kento Nanami, Utahime Iori, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen.

[ NOTE ] Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Also posted in Quotev and Wattpad

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WITH A TILT OF your head, you felt a slight shudder travel through your body when Ataraxia's fingers grazed your at your skin. The warmth of her breath against your skin sent a comforting sensation as you took a deep inhale.

“I know you already have a plethora of jewelry, but... I want to give you this as a token of my affection,” she whispered, her nimble fingers placing a delicate necklace on your neck. You noticed that her nails were currently painted with an azure hue that mirrored the depths of her eyes that was akin to the vast ocean.

“Your nail color, it's different,” you murmured, recalling her once pristine nails that were adorned with silver accents.

“Yes,” Ataraxia replied, pausing to meet your gaze, feeling the pad of your thumb tracing the curve of her lips.

“It suits you,” you complimented, prompting her to release a flattered laugh.

“Well, you mentioned adoring the color of my eyes, so I decided to match it with my nails, my lady, ‘have to hear some compliments coming from my girl’s pretty mouth, you know?” she confessed with a laugh.

You heaved a contented sigh, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead, your lips pressing against her forehead longer than expected.

“mhm, ‘course i do,” You mumbled. “After all, why wouldn't i?”

“I could look into your eyes for all eternity and not get bored at all. your eyes is orphic and i see the stars in them. You're the half of my soul, my lucent apricity inscape.”

As you spoke, the words flowed smoothly from your mouth as you reclined back. Ataraxia blinked, feeling butterflies on her stomach because of your words. A laugh bubbled up in her throat as she leaned in to gently kiss your neck, making you hum. Her hand lingered against the curve of your waist, her fingers deftly caressing it before moving to place the necklace again.

“What a romantic goddess i have,”

Ataraxia murmured, her voice laced with a touch of fluster. A pink hue kissed her cheeks, caught off guard by this unexpected display of romance from you. Normally, you exuded chaos and an adventurous spirit, with a penchant for using vulgar language, even in the presence of Aionarch—Like a total brazzen mindless rogue. She couldn't fathom who had imparted such vocabulary to you though. Yet, in this moment, your unexpected romanticism rendered her speechless, your words leaving her in awe.

“I never pegged you for a romantic, sinta.” she jested, and you responded by playfully rolling your eyes.

“I'm not,” you insisted, exhaling heavily as your chest rose and fell with each breath.

“But you are,” she countered with a tender smile. “Only with you,” you admitted, for It was true; you didn't display this side of yourself to others and Ataraxia was the singular exception.

“I'm flattered then.” She replied.

"Maybe I keep some surprises up my sleeve,” you mused,

“You make it sound like I've uncovered a hidden treasure,” she jested.

“Perhaps you have,” you whispered as you looked it the necklace, the upper part of the necklace resembled a tiara that was adorned electroplated chains with a blue sapphire at its center.

“What's the significance of this though?” you questioned softly, feeling Ataraxia's warm fingertips brushing against the curve of your neck, fastening the necklace tighter so it won't fall.

“It's pretty,” you whispered, a smile playing on your lips as your eyes reflected a mix of wonder and perplexity as you felt the cool metal of the necklace pressed against your collarbone.

“You're prettier,” Ataraxia responded before stepping back, a satisfied look on her face.

“I know,” you acknowledged, reaching up to gently touch the necklace, marveling at its craftsmanship with parted lips as you glanced at Ataraxia.

“Enlighten me, though, sinta. Why did you give me this?” you inquired once more.

“You radiate beauty,” Ataraxia responded with a tone of admiration, her voice filled with warmth and a bright smile lighting up her face as she cleverly sidestepped your query, leaving you momentarily confused.

“I know, and so are you radiating beauty,” you stated nonchalantly as you fluttered your eyelashes, peering down at her intently.

“You seem to be evading my query though, why is that, hm?” you added with a hint of teasing, prompting Ataraxia to playfully roll her eyes at you.

“Am I really?” she quipped.

“Yeah? and I want you to answer my question,” you persisted, a playful pout forming on your lips as you lightly poked her cheek, eliciting a giggle from her.

“So persistent and curious, are you?”

She softly told you, her voice smooth as a velvet as her fingers glided along your jawline in a relaxed and leisure manner, following a pattern with attention to detail.

“But where's the fun in giving away my secrets so easily?”

She said, earning an amused scoff from you.

“Fine, keep your secrets then.” you responded with a hint of amusement playing on your countenance.

“But know that I'm not one to shy away from a challenge.” your smirk was strained and forced.

“Hmm, Are you sure?” Ataraxia inquired, a quizzical expression crossing her features as she observed the subtle transformation of the smirk on your countenance suddenly dipping down into a frown.

“Hey, now, don't let your emotions boil over, do not sulk, beautiful,”

Ataraxia soothed, her head shaking gently as she witnessed you folding your arms across your chest, a petulant pout betraying your irritation as you averted your gaze. Ataraxia couldn't help but notice the sporadic bouts of childishness that colored your demeanor, yet it was precisely this aspect of your personality that endeared you to her. She cherished you for your authentic self.

“That exquisite visage of yours was sculpted to be worshipped, not for melancholy,” Ataraxia whispered softly, her touch delicate as she caressed your cheeks with a tender hand.

“Don't be mad, goddess,”

“That necklace, it's just a gift from a girl who's hopelessly in love with you,”

She finally revealed, seemingly wanting to end the banter, but unfortunately for her, you won't let the reason slip through your fingers like the morning mist.

“Is it really?”

“Why’re you feeling so suspicious about my intentions, my soul? Is it truly objectionable to give a gift to the one who brings brightness to my darkest hours and warmth to my coldest moments?”

She evaded your suspicions once again as she pinched your cheeks as if they were her own personal stress reliever, You could feel her soft hands and the pads of her fingers pressing against your facial muscles and you couldn't help but smirk as you allowed her to have her way while your fingers gently ran through her dark, glossy onyx hair, humming as you felt the velvety texture of each individual strand, her hair was soft and smooth, akin to the luxurious feel of fine silk against your skin.

The memories of her lingered in your mind, the gentle brush of her touch, the melodic tones of her voice, and every detail of her presence filled your thoughts.

...

Your brows knit in puzzlement, a furrowed ridge of hesitation etching across your features as the memory of her giving you the necklace suddenly came in your mind—your divine intuition was telling you something, and you know it.

But what was it telling you?

Your hand dipped down to your neckline, feeling the sensation of the chilled metal meeting your fingertips before letting your hand fall down to your collarbone, tracing the lines of your clavicle.

‘Are you trying to tell me something, ataraxia?’ You wondered.

Your shoulders stiffened imperceptibly, a subtle tension creeping into your muscles as thoughts of ataraxia plagued your mind. Could she be alluding to a hidden warning? Telling you about a foreboding danger?

You raised a hand to touch your neck, your finger tips pressing against the scalene muscles as you listened to your pulse, it was a rhythm that perhaps was a bit fast than usual.

You noticed the incongruity between your mind and body, you could sense that even your body language and rigid posture was telling you that something was wrong.

Your eyes then drifted downwards and you noticed the faint outline of a scar on your wrists, along with other cut marks.

‘What the hell?’ You lifted your wrist up for closer examination, and it was indeed a scar.

Why did your wounds turned into scars instead of just disappearing like it always did?

Though, that wasn't the only thing that was confusing you in your regeneration ability, you also noticed that the wounds you sustained refused to heal in your normal form, leading you to speculate if aionarch had intervened in some way—probably, and that is why you were forced to shapeshift.

Transforming into a phoenix granted you the ability to regenerate, a trait that allowed you to heal all traces of injury—but why did your body marred scars?

Suddenly, you remembered that when you woke up an inexplicable sense of foreboding stirred within you, because a very heavy something probably smacked and was thrown into you—You ended up transforming back into your human form though after that.

You paused as recollections of past adversaries of throwing heavy obstacles your way resurfaced in your mind. One particularly vivid memory involved being ostracized by the people of your celestial empire, who had secretly formed an official aionarch haters fanclub.

And since you have a deep-seated animosity towards your father, you attempted to join the group, only to be rejected by its members, all because you were his fucking daughter.

Despite your attempts to distance yourself from aionarch's actions, and to claim that you're not like him, you were branded as a sycophant , a pick me girl and ostracized. The fanclub went as far as hurling a massive pillar at you that probably was around 27 ft.

The memory made you cringe, but ultimately, you slightly found satisfaction in the fact that aionarch took revenge by killing all those who had dared to harm you. It was perhaps the only act of paternal care you received from that tyrant throughout your life—protecting you at all costs.

It was a bittersweet realization though—that while he shielded you from external threats, there was no protection from his own tyrannical tendencies. In the end, the question remained—who would safeguard you from him?

No one. Not even your mother can protect you from him. He was the most powerful being after all.

And as there was no one else to shield you from him, you had no choice but to take matters into your own hands. Your instinct was to safeguard yourself and also protect ataraxia, yet the repercussions eventually caught up with you. Now, he has transported you to this weird realm, leaving you feeling disoriented and uncertain.

Wait, hold up, How did your thoughts went from ataraxia to this? Why can't you just focus on one thought?

A sudden sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach, signaling that something dangerous was imminent.

Your brows knit together in concentration, your hearing sharpening as you instinctively straightened your shrimp posture.

The wind began to howl, the leaves on the trees and on the ground rustled loudly. Suddenly, there was sounds of movements followed by silence—and two creatures emerged out of nowhere.

The silence around you seemed deafening, with only the faint ringing in your ears breaking through the quiet, and as you focused on the scene before you, your eyes suddenly widened, your pupils shrinking, lips parting slightly.

Your face twisted in disgust as you gazed upon the strange creatures before you. They bore a striking resemblance to the hideous beings that inhabits the underworld—They were ugly as fuck.

One of the creatures had a grotesque appearance—three eyes and a bird-like body armed with sharp blade-like wings. Another creature appeared more human-like—a woman one at that. it was wearing a white kimono yet its elongated neck twisted in an unnatural way, resembling marshmallow, it has a smile on its face like a porcelain doll, as well as make up.

“What the fuck is that?” You gawked.

The sight of the woman's unnaturally contorted long neck caused a sickening sensation in your stomach. As her head twisted and inverted before your eyes, you felt a wave of revulsion wash over you. A feeling of nausea caused bile to rise up in your lower esophageal sphincter then to your throat. Desperately trying to suppress the urge to vomit, you forced down all the stomach acid that threatened to spill out.

“Uh.. who are you two?” You said awkwardly, not knowing what to say as you took a step back.

Suddenly, the strange woman-like creature extended its fucking hair which transformed into long blsck tendrils, it swiftly shot forth in your direction and coiled around your ankles, securing its hold with such intensity that it felt like a leech stubbornly latching onto you, it has a sharpness akin to thorns on a rose, causing a sensation of pain as it pricked at your skin.

“Wait— what the fuck?!”

Your throat constricted as the tendrils tightened its grip, almost as if it were attempting to fracture your bones, the tendrils reminded you so much of the vines from Xeranthi's magical (cursed) garden—that was crafted specifically to harm Aionarch. those vines possessed a deadly poison capable of harming deities, with thorns as sharp as blades that could pierce through the skin of anyone who came into contact with them—and you know it, after all, you first-hand experienced those.

For you had the same eyes as your father and lacking any resemblance to your mother, you were mistaken for aionarch by the vine. It took a week to completely rid yourself of the poison, but you managed to survive the ordeal though. However, the main focus here is the tendrils of the woman, which bore a striking resemblance to the vine found in your mother's garden—so perhaps they could be removed just as the same way xeranthi's vines could be removed.

You leaned forward, a grimace on your face, you gritted your teeth together, hands dipping down and wrapping around the tendrils in an attempt to pull out the stubborn thing embedded in your skin. The sharp thorns dug into your flesh, causing a sharp sting that made you involuntarily let out a ‘tch’ of discomfort.

“Hey! Let go” you exclaimed, annoyance evident in your voice. your fingers constricted tight on to the slimy tendrils with all your might as your knuckles grew taut and pale as you strained against the creature's grasp, pushing through the flesh-like appendages, your fingers pierced through the tendrils like a needle piercing through a fine cloth and Purple-hued blood seeped from the torn flesh, staining your skin as you finally managed to break free from its hold on your ankle. The creature let out a piercing shriek of disbelief and pain, its grip faltering as you tore through its twisted form, the sound reverberating in your ears long after it had let you go.

Your lips compressed into a tight line, brows drawn together in consternation, while a swift, harsh inhale rushed through your nostrils as you took in a fighting stance.

Just as you dared to believe you had eluded the danger, the sinewy tendrils struck once more, ensnaring both your hands and seizing your ankles. It yanked your limbs all together , binding them securely. Your jaw slackened in a moment of shock. A sharp sound of frustration escaping your lips as your body contorted, attempting to escape the sinewy grasp encircling you.

A growl of frustration bubbles in your throat as you began to babble and rant.

“First that manwhore aionarch almost killed me and tortured me on that light thingy and then something smacked my back, and then my wounds refused to heal and.. and ”

You don't even know why you're ranting right now but you know that you needed to buy time, to find out the weakness of thede creatures. Squinting down at the ugly creatures, you noticed that The creatures remained ominously silent while their visages showed a snarl—teeth baring at you.

“and.. now you're trying to fuck the already fucked up things up!” you exclaimed, each word dripping with annoyance as you exhaled sharply, your breath billowing visibly in the air. Your nails dug fiercely into the writhing tendrils, the pressure of your grip akin to a vice.

“Well, tell you what—”

Your monologue was cut short by a startled yelp that involuntarily erupted from your throat as the tendrils tightened.

“You! I'll kill—!”

the tree-eyed creature suddenly spun around rapidly, resembling a beyblade hurtling towards you with the intention to cut the shit out of you but with swift reflexes, you managed to roll to the side and narrowly avoid its attack.

“WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT?!”

Your vocal cords scraped against the confines of your throat as a shriek clawed its way out of your lips with the whites of your eyes stretched wide, aghast as the tendrils hoisted you into the air by your lower limbs, suspending you in air like a prey awaiting the jaws of ravenous predators.

Unexpectedly, the twisting tendrils of the woman like creature forcefully slammed you to the ground, causing pain to shot forth through you as your face made impact with the surface. Clenching your jaw in pain, you felt the tendrils hoist you up once more, the movement accompanied by the sharp stab of a broken nose and crimson-tinted blood dripping from your nostrils. The coppery flavor of blood mixed with the ache as it trickled down your forehead as the collision with the ground seared your skin upon contact.

‘Kill them.’

A voice in your head said, and your hand began to heat up and generate fire as your eyes shook with fury as you placed your hand in its tendrils.

With a piercing shriek, the woman recoiled as its tendrils were engulfed in a searing inferno ignited by you, and soon enough, the woman was set on fire and burned.

The creature, spinning, refused to retreat unlike its predecessor though. You raised your hands, fire already beginning to take form, and With lightning speed, the distance between you two evaporated, and a breathless moment ensued as the lethal edges loomed perilously close to your flesh.

But just as the lethal edges were about to make contact, your necklace suddenly exploded, and sharp ice shards surged forth forward towards the threat.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, the rush of adrenaline drowning out all sound except for the erratic drumming of your heart in your chest. A gasp escaped your lips, your jaw slackening in astonishment, as you witnessed the shattered remains of the necklace metamorphose into icy constructs, aswell as the way those massive, sharp icicles erupted from the ground, impaling the creature and causing its innards to spill out as it was skewered by the ice. The body slowly slumped down along the icy pillars, while the creature's organs remained suspended at the tips of the shards.

More icicles suddenly shot up from the ground, heading directly towards the other burning creature that slammed you on the ground. The icicles pierced through the creature's body, leaving it impaled by ice shards. The sharp points of the icicles penetrated deep into its skull, specifically targeting its cerebral cortex and the intricate folds of its brain spurted out of the broken skull. purple-colored fluid began to trickle down from the creature, The sounds of the ice breaking through flesh and bone, mixed with the creature's faint sound of being in pain, filled the air.

You stood there in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide as you took in the sight of the two creatures impaled by the ice. Your focus shifted from them to the source of the ice itself, causing a chill to run down your spine and making your hands hesitate to summon fire. As you glanced down at the broken necklace given to you by Ataraxia, a sudden realization struck you. Could it have been Ataraxia who created this ice? Recalling the intricate ice statue of you she had made for your room, you couldn't help but connect the dots. It seemed entirely possible that Ataraxia was behind this. You studied the ice on the ground, noticing the resemblance to the ice crystals you were familiar with from Ataraxia's creations.

As you felt a lump forming in your throat, your brows knitted together in confusion upon realizing that it was, in fact, Ataraxia. Could the necklace she had been a deliberate act to shield you from harm? You couldn't help but recall that she had always been vague about the true purpose of the necklace, but now it all made sense—it was meant to keep you safe. A sense of relief washed over you, causing your shoulders to sag slightly in a moment of realization. However, your brief respite was interrupted by a flash of crimson light hurtling towards you, causing you to freeze in your tracks. And the only thought that raced through your mind was the urgent need to transform into another form as a means of defense.

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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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For unknown reasons, the strange impulse to morph into a worm consumed your thoughts, leading you to to shapeshift into a fucking worm. Now, as a grotesque, oversized worm, you slithered awkwardly amidst the wreckage of the forest you and ataraxia's ice decimated, bewildered by your own actions.

Why had you chosen to shapeshift into this repulsive form? The mere thought of humans catching sight of you in this state made your skin crawl—Because imagine seeing an oversized worm that has a fucking face. You let out a frustrated groan, humiliation flooding your senses as you dragged your elongated body through the damp soil.

While you cannot fathom the reasoning behind it, you acknowledge that it proved advantageous when a crimson light materialized, because you mannaged to burrow onto the ground and maneuver like the very creature you had become. Though decidedly larger than your average worm, the discomfort of your current guise paled in comparison to the necessity for survival.

But still, it's fucking weird to turn into a worm!

Sure, you may have had asked ataraxia if she would love you even if you were a worm, but you did not expect that those whimsical musings would soon turn into a reality. Now, as you squirmed in your transformed state, embodying the guise of a worm, a gnawing curiosity plagued your mind—would Ataraxia love this wretched appearance now?

But speaking of Ataraxia, you were convinced that the creatures that had viciously attacked you was killed by the said goddess. Ataraxia's handiwork was unmistakable. And you were grateful, for had it not been for her protection through the necklace, you would've been six feet underground.

Crawling clumsily across the ground, a sudden interruption shattered the eerie silence. A deep, voice pierced the air, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“There you are,” the voice echoed, sending a chill through your exoskeleton. Confusion gripped you, your worm-like mouth forming slurred words in an unrecognizable tone. Before you could comprehend the situation, strong hands enveloped your form, lifting you from the ground easily as if you're not an overweight worm, and you could feel the rough touch of the calloused palms against your slimy exoskeleton.

You stared in disbelief. You couldn't comprehend the situation unfolding before you. Whose hands were these that had picked you up so abruptly? The touch of the fingers that gripped you felt slimy against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Looking upwards, you saw a burly and muscular man with shoulder-length straight black hair framing his face. His eyes bore a greenish hue, and it bore into yours with an intensity that made you uneasy. The man had thin eyebrows, a scar on his lip, and a ruggedly handsome appearance, but that was not your main focus, because your focus is on unexpectedly large boobs.

You couldn't tear your gaze away from the sheer size of his manly bosom. Because what the fuck, why is his boobs so big?

“Finished eatin’ already, huh?” he remarked, amusement evident in his tone.

“Good, ‘cause we’re leavin’, need to get money, ‘cause we’re currently broke,”

What. You gawked.

Without warning, he hoisted you onto his shoulders, his broad frame supporting your weight effortlessly. You barely had time to process the situation before a pungent odor assaulted your senses, emanating from the man's body.

The stench of sweat mixed with expired saliva overwhelmed you. What the fuck is this smell? You felt like crying, does this man even showers?

He smelled so bad.

Trying to resist the urge to revert back to your original form took every ounce of strength and willpower you possessed.

Reflecting back, you were beginning to regret transforming into a worm in the first place, given the uncomfortable situation you now found yourself in. However, you couldn't have possibly predicted that the man would jus casually pick you up and place you on his shoulder; it seemed illogical for anyone to treat a large, worm with a face in such a peculiar manner.

The stench that emanated from him was unbearable, a putrid scent that was assaulting your senses. It was so overpowering that you couldn't help but wonder if your reaction was warranted or an exaggeration in the moment. and In your effort to distance yourself, you wriggled and twisted, desperate to evade the offensive grasp of his unwashed shoulders.

Because what's the point of surviving death from the two creatures that attacked you when this man's smell is killing you instead?

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟎𝟐 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

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Suguru placed a restraining hand on the small of satoru's waist, a gesture meant to prevent the white haired man from impulsively lunging at their teacher. It was clear that Satoru was poised to do just that, fueled by his intense enthusiasm.

Satoru continued to speak and babble about the phoenix, telling yaga and shoko how powerful they would become if they were to cook and eat the phoenix, while Suguru let out a resigned sigh and turned his eyes away. Suguru had an initial plan to have his powerful cursed spirits subdue and incapacitate the phoenix, but unfortunately for him, they were killed for some unknown reasons.

These grade one cursed spirits were incredibly strong and not easy to defeat, so how did they get killed? The mystery of who had killed his cursed spirits lingered in Suguru's mind, causing his brows to furrow as a sense of unease settled in. His throat constricted imperceptibly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Satoru's waist, but the man didn't seemed bothered as he was too deep in telling shoko and yaga what they found in the Forrest.

“I swear! There's a phoenix in the forest and it was talking too!” He raised his hands and utilized dramatic gestures to emphasize his point.

“Oh yeah?”

Shoko drawled, showing her interest in Satoru's statement. However, a closer examination of her eyes revealed doubt about the truthfulness of satoru's words. It was clear that she did not believe him, as it seemed far-fetched to think that someone like Satoru, who seemed immature and is a total manchild, had actually encountered a talking phoenix in the forest. After all, phoenixes are mythical creatures and they are extinct and animals can't speak.

Therefore, it was likely that Satoru was simply dreaming. Shoko's gaze shifted to Suguru, noticing his discomfort and the disoriented look on his face, as if he was deep in thought. This observation caused Shoko to raise her brows, questioning whether Satoru's story could be true after all.

Humoring Satoru, Shoko asked, “How large was it?” This simple question made Satoru feel heard and acknowledged.

Puffing out his chest, Satoru exclaimed,

“It was huge!” He illustrated the size by making a wide circle motion with his hand.

“Like very huge!”

Yaga, feeling exasperated, questioned,

“Are you sure that this isn't just a dream?”

After listening to Satoru's verbose monologue for nearly thirty minutes, yaga had become extremely tired. Yaga observed Suguru's uncharacteristic silence, making yaga believe that there's something fishy happening.

The relentless rambling had started to erode Yaga's confidence in Satoru's credibility, making it challenging for him to believe in the veracity of his words—especially since satoru's words were delivered poorly.

“I swear I'm not lying!” Satoru insisted defensively, his jaw tensing slightly. Why is it so difficult for them to trust him? Is their faith in him so fragile? It is quite baffling, because if only Yaga would have faith in him, they could successfully capture the phoenix, cook it, and enjoy a lavish feast!

Who wouldn't be excited about having a mythical creature like the phoenix as their meal? After all, the phoenix supercharged version of chicken.

Why is it so hard for them to grasp the potential powers they could acquire by eating the phoenix? Satoru was dumbfounded by the inability of the others to comprehend his plan. While he was trying to be strategic, they dismissed his ideas as mere fantasies. It was truly frustrating for him to witness such narrow-mindedness.

Satoru shifted his gaze towards suguru, hoping that his friend's word would hold more weight in the situation. suguru had always been known for his honesty and reliability, qualities that could potentially sway others' opinions in their favor.

While satoru considered that his own credibility might not be enough to convince others, he felt confident that suguru's reputation would lend more credibility to their shared message. essentially, there was a slim possibility that yaga would be more inclined to trust suguru's account of events than satoru's.

“Suguru saw it too!” Satoru said, pulling the black haired man out of his thoughts.

“Uh... yes..” Suguru murmured in a low voice, his brows knitting as Satoru gradually shifted his weight and leaned closer, the warmth of his back pressing into Suguru's chest.

“See? Even suguru knows it!”

“You're blackmailing him,” Yaga spoke in a flat tone, observing Suguru's unease and coming to the conclusion that Satoru was likely pressuring the man for some reason.

“I would never do such a thing!” Satoru denied vigorously, shaking his head, feeling offended.

“Well, in reality, you might,” Shoko chimed in, a smile playing on her lips as she leaned her head in her palms in intrigue.

“You blackmailed utahime-senpai back then, so who's to say that you won't blackmail geto?” Shoko pointed out as her mind drifted back to the time when Satoru had wielded a juicy piece of blackmail against Utahime after catching her in the midst of doing some bizarre ritual while wearing a cult mask. As the memory resurfaced, Satoru swiftly interjected,

“That was back then”

“He did what?” Yaga's voice cut through the room like a dagger, his eyes boring into Shoko. The air crackled with tension as she met his gaze with a nonchalant shrug, her fingers deftly weaving intricate braids in her hair.

“He blackmailed Utahime-senpai,” Shoko confessed with a chill grin dancing on her lips.

“Gojo,” Yaga uttered in a low, warning tone.

A deep groan escaped Satoru as he shifted uneasily, the vein on his neck pulsating with frustration. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of irritation at the changing dynamics of their conversation. Satoru was in no mood to dwell with a topic consisting utahime.

“Come on! Let's just shift our focus back to the phoenix,” Satoru pleaded, his exasperation palpable.

“But i assure you guys, I have no intentions of resorting to blackmail, Suguru.” His words were tinged with a hint of grumbling discontent. Shoko couldn't help but chuckle softly at the exchange, finding amusement in the banter unfolding before her.

Sensing the escalating tension, Suguru let out a weary sigh, his patience waning as he longed for the ordeal to reach its resolution.

“Seems like someone’s on the verge of tears,” he remarked with an air of exasperation, unable to suppress his frustration any longer.

“Crybaby.”

Satoru’s gasp of mock offense filled the air in response to the taunt.

“HUH? you're supposed to be on my side!” Satoru whined.

“you know what? Suguru, just speak up and tell em’!” Satoru said, his succulent lips curved into a petulant pout, and his long, white lashes fluttered as he fixed his imploring gaze on Suguru.

Suguru’s brow knitted in confusion as he reached a hand to knead the tense knots in his neck, feeling the stress of the situation coil like a viper within him. “Tell them what?” he questioned dumbly.

“That I’m tellin’ the truth”

“This is stupid” Yaga let out a deep sigh, filled with exasperation, as he watched Satoru seemingly wasting their precious time. The exaggerated claims made by Satoru, such as talking about a speaking phoenix, sounded so far-fetched and unrealistic to Yaga. The idea of cooking and eating a phoenix seemed particularly foolish and nonsensical to him too.

“It is, sensei.”

Shoko agreed, her indifference palpable as she lounged on her chair, feigning interest while observing the unfolding drama.

“UGH! If you guys won’t believe me then just ask suguru!”

Suguru was completely unprepared and struggled to find the right words, his mouth moving—closing and opening as if he were a fish out of water. He shifted his eyes away, unsure of how to properly convey the situation. Yaga, Shoko, and Satoru watched him closely, their eyes fixed on him as they waited for a response from him.

“Well?” Yaga tapped his foot.

“Why me?” suguru asked them with narrowed eyes, mouth dipping down into a frown, shoulders slouching in tension.

“Nevermind,” he muttered, a strained yet bemused smile playing on his lips as he endeavored to maintain a facade of composure.

“Satoru is telling the truth,” Suguru finally affirmed, his gaze sincere as he sought to convey his conviction to the skeptics before him.

“You're only defending him because he's your bestfriend ” Yaga said, the skepticism evident in his tone while watching suguru poke Satoru's cheek with his forefinger, the pads of suguru's fingers lightly traced the curve of satoru's jawline as he looked at yaga, a small smirk forming in his lips.

“It's true though. You guys should see it for yourself.”

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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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𑁍ࠬܓ━━𝐈𝐍��𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝟎𝟎𝟏.Ataraxia’s given necklace

So the necklace is specifically made to protect [Name], it won’t get triggered if [Name] was fighting, but it will get triggered if [Name] is gonna die from the attack that she was about to receive.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:

𝟎𝟎𝟏.The fight only lasted for about 3 minutes and it was really fast, just kind of placed sn expanded version of the cringe fight or whatever.

𝟎𝟎𝟐.Toji had mistaken [Name] for his worm because [Name] ended up shapeshifting into toji's worm unintentionally and coincidentally, he also doesn't know that it's not his worm because he doesn't know the difference, save for the smell.

𝟎𝟎𝟑.When toji said that "you finished eating" it means that the worm had finished feeding on whatever dead animal/human is on the forest because the forest [Name] was in is sort of a suicide forest.

𝟎𝟎𝟒.Toji's real worm was still eating.

𝟎𝟎𝟓.Yaga accepted after hearing the 2 hour explanation of suguru and sent the first years to confirm whether there really is a phoenix.

𝟎𝟎𝟔.Red was released after two minutes because gojo kept on getting distracted

🔪 || 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

╰┈➤ ; 𝟎%

—𝐒atoru is already imagining how you would taste<3. He begged to join yu and kento in searching for you in the forest, but kento didn't want him to join them.

╰┈➤ 𝟓% (𝐔𝐩 𝟑%)

—𝐒uguru was already having suspicions about you, he asked if you were a creation of yaga but the older male said no, and suguru was very much starting to have thoughts that you're not really a phoenix, and he was starting to suspect that you're a shapeshifter or something. (He watches theory videos about shapeshifting things)

╰┈➤ 𝟎%

—𝐓oji was confused because his worm is acting weird, though, he's still clueless that you're not actually his worm. He's still confused though, because you doesn't smell like his worm.

╰┈➤ 𝟐% (𝐔𝐩 𝟐%)

—𝐒hoko was intrigued by you. She wanted to see you. Or maybe she just wanted to conduct experiments on you. She still doesn't believe that you exist though.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Satoru is very much gonna act like a brat in here. Also, I'm kind of pissed at gege for giving my boy suguru an L. Like he nerfed suguru and all that, like giving all the attention and power to yuta, satoru and yuki but making suguru weak. It just pissed me off. I intend to make him powerful as he is, just like his and satoru's title as the “strongest”.

Anyways, It's kind of a thing in my country where we count toji as "maasim" (smelly) cause he seems like he doesn't take a bath or something HAHHAHA, and also, enjoy the readers life as toji's worm<3 (for now).

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