Anything & Everything

“how’s she married to father nanami and not even attend his sunday’s preach?” you held your tongue, focusing on the canned foods you were comparing as the two women in front of you gossipped. tossing the can in the tray, you scoffed as you walked past them.

you didn’t miss the bitch they threw at you and you rationalised with yourself; is it really worthy to fight two old ladies in the canned food aisle?

nanami married you last year, after knowing for few months. he had never forced you to attend his church, but you do it occasionally out of respect for him. it did take a toll on your mortal body, unholy souls aren’t supposed to cross the threshold of a holy place. it rendered you completely bruised and weak which you blamed it on your fake trauma. nanami ate it up, never forcing you to come to the church anymore like the foolish human you expected.

funny how you were casted out of heaven only to fall in the arms of a priest. that’s a big fuck you from the big man as he made the man completely fallen head over heel for you. a corrupted angel marrying a priest sounds like another joke you tell your buddies over beers but it’s a sick punishment from god to you.

and you made it your whole motivation to corrupt his messenger.

you headed to the checkout counter, politely greeted by the lady behind the counter. you watched as the cashier rang up and bagged your items, a cart full of groceries for you both to last a week or two and she stated the total. as you expected, it is expensive. you smiled, you’ve done it so many times as you leaned against the counter.

“my, that’s a lot. are you sure? i think i only bought a bottle of snapple and a bag of apples.”

you feigned your shock, reciting two cheapest items from your trolley. you memorized it, it’s your little mind gag. like in trance, the cashier glanced at the trolley and widened her eyes, profusely apologizing for her mistake. you watched happily as the cashier started erasing the ‘wrong’ items off the machine until it was just the two items.

you happily obliged, placing the small changes ignoring the thick wad of money sitting in your purse courtesy of your husband. as the cashier handed the change, you shrugged, telling her to give you a pack of cigarettes in exchange of the few cents left. it was far from enough, but the cashier followed your order anyway, blinded by your charms, handling you the pack which you happily tucked in your purse.

“have a nice day!” you cheerfully waved, rolling your eyes once she was away from your vision.

humans are so easy to trick, especially when you’re in a position of power. and being the priest’s wife definitely gives you extra passes in helping your cause of corrupting the human. nanami wasn’t home as you walked in your house, hands full of groceries you didn’t have to pay, cigarettes hanging loose from your lips. he can do that later, you scoffed tossing the bags on the counter as you walked to the living room, with a bottle of wine kicking the heels off as you turned off the tv.

you don’t get humans and their obsession with numbing their mind. this grape concentration was nothing to you as you downed half of the bottle. you waited for your loving human to return home, as this was your one year anniversary. he told you to not do anything, he was going to take you out and spoil you for dinner but you had plans of your own.

you had planned it for so long. for casting you out of hell, you want god to pay for the mistakes he made. you know that a priest’s words in a community brings such a huge impact. you tested the water, started small by weeding out the one with a corrupted soul that would be an easy target.

they are the trash of the community, everyone’s secretly praying for them to disappear off the earth, no one would miss them. you made yourself their new god, sending them spiralling down into addictions, corrupting the loyals to commit adultery, breaking families apart. it was funny to see how quickly the church was losing their people, how most of them were never a good person as they claimed to be.

you spent so many nights comforting your husband when you were the reason for his demise. comforting him with sex was always the fun part; nanami was gentle as you expected but you knew there’s a feral side of him that he was hiding every time he’s balls deep in you. funny how you prayed for him to snap but he never did. no matter how much you begged for him to choke you, offered him other places he could explore, but he would turn it down. how his eyes were full of lust as he muttered how it was wrong to fall for the temptation of the devil.

but you are tired of the little games. you wanted to know if your husband is truly the man of god he is.

but god works in a different way. your phone vibrated, as you took the last drag of your cigarette, your eyes skimmed through the text. you have got to be kidding me, you threw the bottle on the floor. it shattered, just like your plans but you’ll improvise. you have no problem corrupting a man like him in the house of god. if anything, it only made your cunt tingled at the thoughts of ravishing the priest on the communion table.

i’m stuck at work, don’t wait up - n

you don’t need a car to travel, as you stood in front of the church. what’s some pain when you can finally have control, your heels clicked on the floor as you walked along the aisle to where your husband busied himself with a member of a church. “y/n,” you love the way your name rolled off his tongue as he spotted you, glasses hung on the bridge of his nose. he looked disheveled, exhausted. he explained to the member how it was their anniversary night, and that they were missing a dinner because of his busy work.

“please, you and your missus are welcome to my restaurant. as my apology for taking both of your times,” the man said, glancing both to you and father nanami. you took a seat, as both of them continued. you noticed the urgent glance from your husband to you as you loosened your coat, exposing more skin. you were bare underneath. you could smell his arousal, as expected.

it didn’t take long for him to cave. the man seemed to understand, telling that he’ll be here at the church tomorrow. you couldn’t hold yourself back from smiling, there’ll be no church here tomorrow for them to worship when you’re done with it. as the heavy door slammed shut you found yourself almost giddy in his arms, pressing him down on his chair.

“i miss you,” you cheered, batting your eyes as you toyed with his collars. your lips ghosted over his own, as your fingers ghosted over his throat you could feel the lump going down. “i miss you too. i’m sorry i get held back with the job,” his hand going up and down your side and you couldn’t help the shudders down your spine.

it’s odd how comforting it was for you to sit in his lap without feeling like your inside was burning. the collar came off so easily, as you loosened up his buttons. nanami grabbed your wrists, halting your movement. “we shouldn’t do it here, let’s go home,” he insisted, brushing you off his laps. but that’s not what you want. you didn’t miss the look of fear in his face when you yanked him, tossing him on the communion table. the papers scattered, candle holders clanking on the floor as you climbed on top of him.

“what’s wrong with you?”

you snickered, undoing your coat, bare except for the bra holding your breasts up, “i thought god loves offering?” you yanked his black shirt off, marveling on his pretty body trembling underneath your palm, “what better way to offer ourselves than in it’s purest form right, kento?” your tongue traced along his abs, legs straddling his waist as you pinned your hands beside his head. nanami’s eyes stared deeply into your bloodshot eyes, disbelieving in what he’s seeing.

“you’re not my wife.”

“i was never your wife from the start. i’m an angel, fallen out of grace,” you flipped your hair away, twisting your torso where a healed stub where your wings used to sit near your shoulder blade, “you can call me by any names, y/n, devil, angel, your wife,” your eyes sparkled with mischief as your nails dug deep in the flesh of his chest.

“it’s impossible, you can’t enter the house of god!”

nanami was hard to deal with, he’s quite stronger than you expected but not when your hand wrapped around his neck cutting off the air supply that made him still. you grimaced, laughter echoed in the large hall as you tightened your grip to his neck, “your god isn’t here. just you and me in this empty box.”

“what do you want?” he coughed out, hands clawing on your wrist. there is it, the question you’ve been waiting for. your husband, the man of god he claimed to be is now at mercy of you, a false god. you grinned, fangs flashing as you loosened your grip to his neck. you want what every woman; sex and domination.

he kissed you back, to your surprise. teeth clashing in urgency as you slip your tongue between his lips. you couldn’t help but to moan, grinding your hips slowly against his bulge. his touch left trail of heat along your bare skin. it touched your wing stub, a warning hiss escaped your lips but he deepened the kiss, pulling you tighter against him. “don’t do that,” you warned, grabbing a handful of his hair. he looked at you, lips red from where your fangs tore it and moist from the kiss before nodding lightly. he was blushing, fuck, he’s making it so hard for you to deal with it.

“i just want-”

you yanked his hair harder, “don’t.”

he nodded again, pulling his hand away from your back. his gentleness annoyed you as you straddled his chest, “open your mouth,” his brows furrowed in confusion but by the look on your face you’re not going to ask again. his tongue unfurled itself, and you happily spit in it where it mixed with his blood and saliva. “nu’uh, don’t swallow that,” you slipped your panties aside, before sitting yourself comfortably on his face. you didn’t have to say anything as his tongue buried itself in your soaking slit.

if there’s one thing you’re grateful about being in the human body, it’s the amount of pleasure you could receive. your eyes rolled back as he continued, tongue tracing in patterns before his lips formed an o around your clit. your loud moans echoed in the hall. “f-fucking hell, father, you prayed to god with that mouth?” you chuckled, grabbing your breast in your hands, flicking the neglected bud with your own fingers, “my, it’s certainly way better than spitting all that nonsense is it?”

you know he’s enjoying it as much as you were, feeling his soft moans and hums as he continued to lap you up. your sharp nails raked through his soft blonde hair, his eyes opened up instantly, glossy as he looked up to you. his arms snaked around your body, feeling your ass and around your waist, leaving grips that would bruise.

“come on, father, you’re not doing hard enough. put more enthusiasm in it, is that how you present your offering to god? half assed tonguing?”

you sneered, pressing your thighs tighter around his face. his chest heaved, out of breath suffocated by the lack of air with your pussy pressed to his face. you were impatient, especially as the knot in your belly started to twist. you found yourself meeting him halfway, rocking your hips, bumping your clit against his nose. his hand grabbing on your tit, nipples between two fingers, edging you closer and closer. nanami knew what he’s doing, you found yourself undone, creaming on his face.

“that’s it baby, lap it all up, not a drop."

your body shuddered in pleasure, as he continued through your high. you pulled away, jumping off the table. you hovered above him, a sly smile as you marvelled at the sight, with your cum and arousal soaking his chin and face. “you’re all messy, lemme help,” you tossed his glasses on the ground, cracking on impact as your tongue scooped up the mess. it was a lot, a mouthful as your tongue traced his lips before kissing him.

you could taste yourself and iron taste of where his cut was as you dumped the load down his mouth. you hummed, when he flinched, holding him down. he swallowed to your joy before you pulled away. circling around where you kneel between his legs. you didn’t bother pulling it off all the way, mouth wrapped around the tip. of all the cocks, his own still the one you adored the most, how it filled up your mouth so good. with no gag reflex, it’s easy for you to go all the way, eliciting pretty whines out of his lips.

“y/n, slowly,” he grunted, fingers grabbing a handful of your hair. but you’re no human, pain isn’t in your vocabulary, if any it only riled you up when he pulled on your hair. “come on, kento. i know you want to fuck my throat,” you teased, letting drops of saliva down on his cock, where your hand slowly jerked it. pulling him to the edge of the table, you guided his hand to the side of your head, tip resting on your tongue heavy. your brows jolted up, a silent invitation but he stared down on you, unable to move.

shrugging, you moved for his sake, bobbing your head up and down. he flinched and moaned every time your cheeks hollowed itself around his shaft. it didn’t take long for him to respond, tightening his grip to your head. finally, nanami started to loosen up, taking over your pace as he jerked his hips forward. he was free to ram deep in your throat, head tilted up so he could look down on you. he had to remind himself multiple of times that this wasn’t his wife, that it wasn’t you that he loved but as your throat restricted itself around his shaft, his faith on god dissipated.

your bloodshot eyes looked pretty and glossy looking up on him. your throat making all the squelching noise and with the pretty hue across the bridge of your nose and cheeks, he found himself thrusting harder.

whatever kind of test of faith this was, nanami was failing it as he threw his head back moaning.

“please,” his voice croaked, grip tightening on your hair, “close, close, close."

he was practically fucking your throat, and you were happy to be at the receiving hand. your nose buried in his musky happy trail as he held you down. you could feel the spurt of his release in the back of your throat. it took you by surprise, your human body gagged at the sudden release but he held you down. think of it as a revenge. he tasted good as you expected, humming at the taste on the base of his cock only made it twitched.

his grip to your hair loosened as he slumped back against the table. but you’re not done.

“what do you want?” nanami asked, chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air, “truly?”

you switched position, your back towards him as you bent yourself forwards, legs apart where he could see your glistening slit. “my endgame? i just wanna pissed off daddy upstairs,” you could feel his palm on your lower back, his cock slowly running along your wet slit. you braced yourself as his cock split you apart, eyes rolling backward as his cock buried deep in you. your arms around the back of his neck as his lips attached to your neck.

“but i can’t do it alone. i need you.”

nanami didn’t waste his time, pulling out and thrusting back in. the table you braced yourself on shook underneath you. his hands were all over you, palming your chest, gripping tightly on your waist. he was rougher than usual, his lips released a lewd pop as he let go of the skin of your neck, before lapping on another spot until your neck was full of his mark. the smell of his cologne and sex mingled the air, with every breath you took, blood was rushing to your face and ears so fast it made you lightheaded.

“right there, fuck,” you whined, lifting your leg on the table, spreading your legs wider. he grabbed your shoulder, breath down on your neck, pistoning faster. with every air knocked out of your chest he was losing himself further.

“come, join me, kento.”

he shook his head, your laughter ringing in his ear, shut up, shut up shut up, his mind screamed, hand wrapped around your throat. the pressure around your neck only made you moan harder, combined with his harsh, rapid thrusts, “shut it bitch.”

“aha, that’s more i like it.”

he pulled out, turning you around. he tossed your body on the table, your head landing with a thud as he pulled you by your legs. he’s not done yet, you grinned. you love him unhinged, desperately rutting deep in you. his tip scraping your inside beautifully, bruising your cervix. your arousal pooling down your ass and on the table and the sound of your skins echoing the large hall was a beautiful symphony.

you could feel your high again and he could see it too. thumb heavy on your clit circling around until you were panting like a bitch on heat. tongue out, eyes back, body glistening in sweat. “close,” you repeated, heels digging against the table.

your breath laboured as you met his dark eyes. he was enjoying this as much as you are. he does, the feeling of your wall convulsing around his length as you came again, it was hard for nanami to not come on the spot. with his rubbing, you were screaming, it was like you lost a hold of the body as you squirted out.

a soft fuck escaped his lips as more came gushing out. your walls tensing up, giving him a hard time to thrust in slowly.

your human body was weak, after the third orgasm you could feel it getting limp from the overstimulation. but he wasn’t done, not yet. his lips latched around your nipples, slow but deeper thrust. he growled when you clenched harder, teeth scraping against your nipple sent shivers down your spine. you didn’t realise you were moaning his name until he told you so.

“excuse me?” you spitted.

he grunted, eyes lidded as he looked deep in your eyes, “my name, say it like that.” his grip on your waist tightened as you laughed, refusing to cave in to his request. your hand reached to caress his chiseled cheek, soaked in sweat that was sticking his hair down. he let a soft gasp as your thumb glided against his dry lips.

“and why would i oblige to your petty request?”

“because by the time we are done, you’ll be worshipping me,” your pupils dilated in excitement, a smile dangling on the corner of your lips, pulling him close until you were sharing breath, “i’ll be your new god.”

you kissed him feverishly, swallowing each other’s moans as he picked up his pace. grabbing your legs, he pressed them down your chest, suffocating you as his pelvic slammed down against your ass. it was drowsy, the amount of ecstacy his cock brought upon you.

you were muttering gibberish, hands desperately grabbing the table for support. you asked for this, for your husband snapped out of his mind, you should be able to take it. but as tears pricked your bloodshot eyes, his tongue darting out to catch the salty droplet, you might have unleashed a different breed of monster.

“s’good, don’t you want to fill me up?” you pouted.

“so cocky for someone drooling for my cock,” he sneered, landing a slap on your cheek.

it took you by surprise, a good surprise as his fingers gagged you shut. it made a perfect gag around your little sweet noise. his thrust got sloppier as he desperately chased for his high. one free hand roughhousing your tits, he could feel your teeth clamping harsh on his fingers. but he didn’t care. nanami couldn’t think straight as all he could think was the build up tension down south he was desperate to release. he didn’t care of your whine or how your walls were fluttering again. he just wanted to cum inside you.

and he did.

forehead knitted in pleasure as he cummed in silent scream, face buried in the ample chest of yours as he gripped tightly on your hips. you could feel the bulge on your lower region where he pumped you full. you heaved together, struggling to catch a breath. but as you came down from your high, nanami flipped you on all four. white fluid gushed out of you as he ran his hand down from your back before landing a loud smack on your ass.

before you could open your mouth, he shoved his cock back in your gaping cunt. your hair in his tight grip as nanami tugged your head back.

you snarled, whining as he twisted your flailing arm back, gathered by the wrist by his hand, “what the fuck you think you’re doing?”

“oh, you think we are done?” his smile was twisted, “we are done when i said so, angel.”

looking in his blown out pupils, you realised that it was easy to twist a human soul apart. maybe he was a demon in disguise, hiding behind the soft smile and priesthood. but you couldn’t care anymore, not when he’s bringing heaven down on you with the way he’s fucking you.

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some of it got on your face and nose but a quick cough tickled it out. you remained cowering on the floor, feeling gust of the wind blowing through your body. whatever the cursed spirit was, the spores released were clearly the source of its power. you focused on covering your face, chin pressed to your chest.

"toji!" you called again, eyes shut in fear of the spores.

you watched a lot of horror movies, nothing good ever comes from swallowing any spores. "are you okay?" you breathed in relief to the sound of his voice echoing the hallway. "yes, yes, are you? stay there, i'll get you. are you hurt?" you sat up, on your knees as the wind dissipated. you could hear the pitter patter of his feet on the floor, closing in and in sheer excitement you opened your eyes.

your jaws hung open.

"t-toji?"

"yes?" the voices called.

you fell on your ass, eyes darting from one form to another; there are two tojis standing in front of you. you scrambled back as one of them stepped forward. you were sure that the one in black uniform is your toji but the one walking forward was the one in white outfit. you withdrew your weapon to his shock. "hey, hey put it down, don't act irrationally," he was quick to disarm you, your knife clattered on the ground into the darkness as he held you close.

"what's that, then? he looks like you." you glanced towards the other toji, who stood still in silence. when his eyes met yours, you couldn't help the noise you made as you hid behind the real toji, hanging desperately on the hem of his shirt.

"i must've inhaled the spore," he said sheepishly, a small smile on the corner of his lips where his scar sat. "it's kinda awesome don't you think?"

"no!" you exclaimed, your fist hitting his muscle was nothing to him. no reaction, no pained look on his face but your own, "we should just kill it." the hairs on your back stood up as a scowl appeared on the fake toji's face mirroring his own. it was uncanny how realistic the fake one looked. you recognized every crease on the face, the scar on his lips and his arms, the way the forehead scrunches and even the way the hair is styled.

"if the spores could copy every single detail of my body, don't you think he would recognize my stances and moves?"

you clenched on his shirt further, "then make him kill himself."

"by killing myself?"

realization hit you as a soft oh escaped your lips while your toji flicked his fingers to your forehead, a quiet stupid escaped his lips as he pulled out his phone. "stay here, i'll try and call the auxiliary manager," you shook your head vigorously, the idea of being left alone with the real toji already terrified you but alone with the clone of him made out of cursed spores, fuck no.

"i-i wanna go with you. don't leave me with him."

you were quick to reach for him, face buried in his chest and you rambled a repeated no as you grabbed a handful of his shirt. "you have too because we don't know what's going to happen if he escaped into the neighborhood nearby," he lifted you, walking a few feets until he was face to face with his clone before prying your fingers off his uniform.

real toji could hear the rapid beating of your head and how clammy your hands were on his own as he continued to reassure you that nothing would happen. "here," he pulled out a knife out of his pocket, placing it in your hands, "just stab if he does suspicious shit and call for me. you," he glanced at himself, the fake him tilted his head as if he understood toji's word, "don't harm her or i'll kill you myself."

"toji!" you cried, clenching desperately on the knife, watching him disappeared into the dark hallway.

it was unnerving. the way fake toji was staring down on you as you rested yourself against the wall, knife to your chest as you eyed him. "you're sweating," he said to your dismay. you averted your eyes, chewing the inside of your cheek as you glanced at the hallway. you would prefer for him to not speak. come back, come back faster you fucker, your mind panicked.

you startled as a hand pressed beside your head, panic surged through your blood as you pressed the knife up, the sharp blade rested on his neck as fake toji hovered over you.

"back off or i'll cut your throat, that'll shut you up."

"you're beautiful."

you could feel the lump in your throat as his words startled you. "what?" was the only thing you could mutter as you looked up to meet his eyes. if fake toji has memories of his moves and fighting ways, could he also carry a fragment of his feelings? because there's no reason this fake toji has to pin you against the wall, his fingers brushing your strays away along with the beads of sweat.

"t-toji?"

he tilted his head, a small smile played on his lips, "hmm?"

he reached your hands, which voluntarily dropped the knife down in shock as his massive hands enveloped yours. "you're shaking. should i hold you?" he asked, moving in closer. you could feel his legs brushing against yours, your hands now pressing to his chest as he invaded your space. "that's enough," you could feel his soft exhale against your forehead, his heart beating underneath your palm.

even as a clone, he's attractive.

that's when you realised. that wasn't his leg pressing against your belly. there's no possible way. you looked up and he was unfazed. "your stuff, it's pressing on me," you could feel your face warming up as you spitted the words out. like a real toji, he was unfazed, his smile grew wider instead as he leaned closer. "what stuff?" shameless just like his real counterpart, you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"you know what i'm talking about!" you pressed on.

his nose brushed against yours as he forced your eyes on him. "actually i don't," he smirked, "what are you talking about, y/n?" you let out a satisfied huff, the way your name rolled out of his tongue is just so perfect, you could feel yourself throbbing. you, of all people, are now horny in the middle of a mission, in the middle of an abandoned building, pinned to the wall by a clone of your partner.

"stop."

he grinned, "stop what? say it then. how would i know what to stop?" his lips brushed against your cheek. your lips opened, your head's screaming no but as your lips brushed, you lost it. you don't know if real toji kissed with his eyes closed but this one does; you could see the long lashes resting against his skin, the way his brows creased a little as his lips molded itself around yours as your own shut close. your arms went around his neck, deepening the kiss as you pulled him closer.

you wanted to kiss toji so badly, the real him. but you couldn't figure out the difference of this one as his hand hoisted your legs up and around his waist. it poked you again. you hesitated, wondering if your real partner is going to return any time soon. his hand found the hem of your uniform, the button loosen one by one until his hands cupped your breasts through its confinement, one squeeze was enough to have you moaning between his kisses.

"w-we can't."

"but you want it. i want it," he said nonchalantly, pulling on the material, spilling the fleshy mound out. your nipples between his rough fingers rolling torturously, you clutched on his collar. he seemed to dislike it when you bit your lips down, looking up to him with your pleading, glossy eyes. silence is a challenge to him as he circled rougher.

"aha, i can't believe i fell for your meek scared act, you little slut."

your eyes snapped open, widened as the real toji emerged from the dark hallway. there was no hiding your compromised position, real toji basked on the view. the way your skirt hiked up, your exposed chest with his palm on it and the flushed face. "i-it's not like what you th-think i promise," you stuttered, it was hard to focus when fake toji was still rolling your sensitive bud.

"apparently when he got a boner, i do too," real toji chuckled, your eyes darted down to see how tight his crotch is looking, just as same as the fake one, "i was wondering what was happening, i can't believe you're having fun without me. put her down." the fake him obeyed, your hands quickly went up to cover your chest as your feet reached the floor.

"who told you that you could get dressed?"

the authoritative tone in his voice startled you, fingers ghosting over the button. you didn't dare to turn around, you know he's breathing down your neck as his hand pressed bare against your warm skin. "the manager is a little busy, but they'll be here in an hour," real toji whispered, his nose brushing against the shell of your ears. shudders down your spine as he tugged the uniform off your shoulder. "i can't go back like this. both of us can't. you have to help us." your breath hitched as his hand went around your neck, another tightened around your waist.

"hey, fake me. undress her bottom, let me teach you a thing or two," the real toji ordered as he held you against his chest. you watched in both horror and excitement as the clone of him knelt by your legs, your first response was to swing your feet to his face. "stop, toji this isn't funny!" you cried, trashing in his arms, "i don't want him on me! he can do it himself."

real toji rolled his eyes, his grip to your jaws tightened as he looked down into your eyes unamused by your tantrum. "you weren't objecting when he was shoving his tongue down your throat, come on. let us make you feel good okay?" this time you were kissing the real toji. the answer was no. there was no difference to when the fake one was kissing you. the way his lips fit around yours, a little tongue and a little urgency in it.

you were so lost in his kiss, his arms around your waist roaming around your breasts that you didn't realise your panties rolled down your legs so easily. relax, his lips moved against your own, a gentle reassuring squeeze on your breast didn't sooth your heartbeat as you felt warm breath on your bare cunt.

real toji couldn't help but to chuckle when you let out a loud curse as his clone's tongue laid flat on your slit, lapping it from the entrance and flicking the clit at the end. "t-toji, fuck fuck," you whined as he repeated the same motion again, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder for more access. you would've buckled down on the floor if it wasn't for both of them supporting you.

"all holes buddy, get them all wet," real toji muttered, glancing down at the eager reflection of him..

it obeyed and soon you could feel his tongue prodding your other hole, the pointy tip swirling around your wrinkled hole surprisingly felt good, especially combined with the gentle circling on your puffy clit. "a-all holes?" you asked, your fingers tensing around his wrist that was busy with her nipple.

toji kissed your cheeks, humming happily. "ever wondered how it felt to be filled up by me in all holes, baby?"

you wished you could shake your head. as your face warmed up, his grin grew wider. it was normal for everyone in jujutsu high to be crushing on him, you weren't an exception. there were nights you touched yourself at the thought of him but it was all a mindless crush. it was just a harmless thought, women have needs, that was what you always said to yourself as you buried your nose in one of his sweaters he let you borrow, legs shaking from your intense orgasm.

"you want me right?" he cooed, thumb caressing the creases of your face as it contorted in pleasure. the clone had moved back up to your clit, lips attached in shape o as the tongue lapped and prodded the bundle of nerve. despite your opened mouth, you couldn't string out a proper sentence, only a weak nod. "god, i was just waiting for the moment i could finally have you. open wider," he grinned as you opened your mouth, his spit rolled out of his lips and down on your tongue. he could feel it going down your throat.

"fuck y/n, you're so good to me, ssubmissive and so pretty i want to ruin you so fucking much," teeth clashed as he kissed you with much urgency. you clutched on his wrist, nails clawing on his skin as you let a meek whimper. "s'close, fuck,fuck fuck," your eyes shut close as you rest against his chest. fake toji held your legs wide open, no matter how much you want to squeeze it close.

"tell him what you want."

"s-suck on it faster," you cried, hips jerking as you felt pressure building on your belly, "fuck fuck, please," your words started to sound like a gargle of nonsense. with toji's cock brushing against your back, his lips on your neck, hands on your breasts and his close tongue fucking your cunt , you were delirious.

so drunk in pleasure you couldn't give a shit as you squirted out. fake toji didn't flinch, tongue still buried in your cunt, he welcomed the gush of your sweet juice while still powering through. his fingers were still circling on your clit. you let out a shrill scream as he powered through and soon it was your high crashing in. toji didn't cover your mouth, enjoying your needy scream of pleasure as you finally cum.

your thighs trembled as his clone continued to lap down your arousal.

"you're so good. does that feel good?" toji asked, showering your cheek with kisses. you were drained, your throat dried from the screaming. "n-no more," you whispered weakly, your feet pressed against the fake toji's chest trying to push him away. he motioned for the clone to stand up, you could see his face glistening with your juice as he eyed you lustfully.

"open your pants, dude, give it a quick pump," the clone was quick to discard his clothes away, to your surprise, his girthy cock sprung out. you swallowed the lump in your throat, you knew your mouth was watering as he spitted on his cock, his own hand just barely enough to wrap around his cock as he slowly pumped it like he was ordered too.

your thoughts shattered when toji chuckled, kissing your cheeks, "don't worry, we'll make it fit," the words echoed in your head as he pushed you off him. you were too exhausted to fight as your knees hit the floor. you heard the same clanking of belt and zipper undone, this time it was the real toji. but he didn't spit on it, he held it up to your lips. you could see beads of precum seeping through the slit.

you know what he wants.

he gathered your hair in his hand, a quick jerk had you nodding, bracing yourself as you welcomed his tip in your mouth. it was salty, his precum as it coated your tongue. it was impossible to fit his whole length in, you choked on your saliva multiple of times. he pinched your nose, asking you to relax repeatedly as more of his girth disappeared into your throat. you could feel your throat clenching on his tip, him a moaning mess as he jerked slowly. he was not cruel, pulling out as you gasped for air.with a mix of your drools and his precum dripped down your chin,toji mentally memorized the way you looked so fucked.

“get up,” he yanked your arms, “tell me, who do you want and where, princess?” he guided your hand around his cock, nudging you to gently rub it. a soft moan escaped his lips as he praised you for being such a good girl. but his question remained unanswered. you didn’t realise what he meant until you felt something wet pressed against the valley of your ass. you glanced to meet his reflection, his clone, rubbing his own cock against your ass. it was drowsy, feeling one lips on your shoulder and another on your cheek. four arms roaming all over your bare body, with only a skirt bunched up around your waist. one cock in your hand and another rubbing threatening along the crack.

you couldn’t decide.

“patience, buddy,” toji chuckled, “fine. lemme stretch her first, get her good and ready.”

the fake toji seemed to be frustrated that he had to wait again but was still obedient to the host. you weren’t as terrified as earlier as the fake toji hoisted you up, arms underneath your thighs to keep your pussy wide open. it didn’t stop him from rubbing his cock along your slit first, soaking his length with your arousal before continuing to rub along the valley. the real toji was slightly amused.

you felt embarrassed, to be spreaded apart by him while being preyed on by another him. toji gave himself a quick pump, a couple of slaps on your puffy clit made a squelching sound. you whined, legs tensing up as jolts of pleasure tingled throughout your body. toji knew exactly what he’s doing, his angry red tip poked through your cunt so easily, you let out a relief moan but that wasn’t the end as his girth split you apart. you swore you black out the moment his whole length slipped in, his tips kissed your cervix so pleasurable. you couldn’t stop gushing.

“look, she squirted again,” it was almost odd to see him giggling, giddy as the sight of you. with every thrust, a gush of white slipped out. you were clamping down on him, a clear mix of discomfort and pleasure in your face as you let a throaty moan. “toji, fuck, please slowly,” you whined, your thighs jerked from his tight grip, you could feel the bruise forming. “relax, princess, you’re clenching so hard. i have to go rougher if you keep clenching like that,” he cooed, feigning a concerned look on his face while his lips could not stop smirking as he kept thrusting in.

you were tight around him, it felt like he was the first one to fuck you, but he knew your exes. a sense of pride bloomed in his chest knowing that he fucked better than your others and he’s about to be the last one. no other cock would graze this wall anymore. “you’re mine, you get that?” he gripped your chin, forcing you to look up to him. you moaned eagerly and he took it as a yes. you looked pretty with only the whites visible, chest heaving up and down. beads of sweat down the side of your face, you were almost ethereal and he was almost sad to ruin it.

he nodded to the fake one, a little signal telling him that you were good to go.

you could feel something pressed against your hole. slicked in your arousal, fake toji pressed a finger in, two followed and then three against the tight ring of muscle just below your cunt. the stretch burned, you could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks as you let a soft squeaks of tojis, begging both to slow down. both ignored, busy with the idea of wanting to desperately rut in you. fake toji adjusted his hold on your fleshy ass, spreading as he continued his repeated motion, real toji pressing down on your thighs, slick stringing from your cunt to his crotch.

“i think she’s ready.”

“you think?” real toji asked.

“i want to put it in too.”

like a little kid, fake toji was getting restless. he wanted more than just his cock against your valley. he wants to feel the tightness of your muscle around his cock, making you feel so good like how his other half is doing too. you were yanked forward, arms around the real toji with your sore legs around his waist. “am i making you feel good, baby?” real toji cooed, brushing the strays away from your sweaty cheeks. he was giddy, your cunt were still clenching desperately around his length, buzzing on pleasure. you didn’t realise the fingers were gone and something had replaced it place until he was halfway in. in another way, real toji was distracting you.then it came, the stretch of your ass.

“shhh, too loud,” your loud cry was muffled with toji’s fingers heavy on your tongue. he wished he could lie and said that it wasn’t enjoyable. he could feel his other half’s hard cock gliding through the thin wall separating your insides as he nestled deep in your ass. you’re taking both of toji in you now. the feeling is exhilarating, the burn feeling replaced but the feeling of fullness, you could see him on your lower abdomen, bulging even more that another cock is in you but it was not as good as when they slowly start moving.

you were spasming in pleasure, hands on his shoulder to brace yourself as you bounced on the two cocks. fake toji was struggling, arms awkwardly grabbing desperately on your sweaty skin before settling on your bouncing tits while real toji busied himself between your legs, circling your clit to ease your discomfort.

if someone asked you what heaven is, you could only think of this.

the feeling of two cocks raking your walls deliciously in synchronised motion, hands massaging your breasts and clit and another gagging your mouth.

heaven is being fucked in all holes by toji.

your head was lolling back resting underneath his chin, eyes completely dazed and cloudy, head completely empty just thinking of the feeling of the way their cocks sliding in and out of you. drools started dripping out of the side of your lips, moans muffled by his fingers. it left soon, so real toji could nuzzle between your crook of neck, lapping and biting with fake toji following soon.

it didn’t bleed nor tickles, but it left marks along the column and your shoulders. it was like they were greedy, desperately wanting to mark you as their own. your moans were loud and echoing the hallway alternating with the sound of the cocks squelching in you. he knew by the way your clit throbbed underneath his thumb meant you’re close. your moans pitched louder, whinier as he fucked you shallowly, while fake him was jackhammering your ass. greedy and slimy, but what could you expect from a cursed spirit.

your voice were soft, chortled as every thrust knocked air out of your chest, “fuck, fuck, close.”

“you hear what she said. the little princess here wants to cum, she gets to cum,” his lips pursed forward in pleasure, continuing bouncing you up and down, role switching as real toji finally got to bottom down on you, you could grind your clit on his pelvic. the focus was fully on you and pushing you off the edge to your high. pride thrown aside as you babbled out messes, begging for him to make you cum. and toji is a sucker for a beggar.

the louder your cries were the faster and deeper he plunged in. the three of you trading moans, bodies soaked in sweats, drools and arousal, rubbing against each other. it wasn’t surprising that fake toji came first before you, spurts of cum filled up your cavity and you could feel it. with toji’s thrusts helped move your holes around his cock, milking fake toji’s cum down to the last drop.

with one down, you could finally focus on your toji. the toji jackhammering your cunt loose like it was his last supper. he growled, every time your walls clenched, slowing his thrusts down but does it stop him from slamming in? never did. your cheeks slapped against his pelvic, it left a searing pain from the repeating claps.

“you’re cumming, princess, you gonna cream on my fat cock, okay?” he mumbled, breathing heavily as he leaned to kiss you feverishly. your fingers left red marks on his shoulder, grasping the air for something to hold on to when his thrusts got faster and rougher. it was sloppy, cum and slicks dripping on the floor underneath. his words got needier and desperate, hunching over just so he could ramble in your ears of how good your cunt is taking him in.

“no one else. this cunt, it’s mine now,” he gritted his teeth.

“yes, toji, please, s’close, please i want your cum in me.”

“look at you acting like a little slut. it’s not enough to have one man cumming in you, you want mine too?”

you couldn’t help the little scoff, “does it count as one man tho?” you looked pretty when you talked back with his hand tightened around your neck. it turned you on even more and as the knot in your stomach tightened, he caught on your little games. toji hesitated, between giving you exactly what you wanted or pulling out and tugging his cock to paint your pretty face white. but you were mewling against the fake toji who’s still buried in your ass, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. his rough thrust was like a warning, to focus your attention back to him but also a clear hint of him closing in.

“hold her,” he barked, tightening his grip to your waist.

new shift of position sent his cock raking your walls in the new spot deliciously. toji could give no fuck whether you’re slipping or sore, he will cum and will not stop until you’re gushing out of both holes.

“close, right there please,” you begged meekly, completely as his mercy. his thumb circled faster and faster as you cried out, jaw clenching as his head spinned. you came first, walls clenching around his length. god, he could cum at this point immediately as he watched your face contorted in pleasure. you stuttered something, something along the line of slow down, sore or something but toji paid no attention. it was his time, a sign for him to chase his own closing high.

with his rapid, shallow desperate thrusts, you wrapped your legs around his waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. his bite was mean and he grunted, hands palming your sweaty back, pushing you tighter in his arms. it drew blood this time, he could feel the rapid thumping of your pulse underneath the lapping tongue of his. so caught up in pain you didn’t realise he was cumming. “fuck, toji!” your eyes widened when you realised he was pushing deep in you, you could feel him in your throat.

“you came in me,” you gasped, but he cupped your face, lips smashed desperately as his hips stuttered slowly to a full stop. “i don’t care,” he grunted. you could taste the iron on his tongue. when you pulled back, the air was different. there was no stench of cursed energy in the hallway and as expected, no more fake toji. you glanced over your shoulder where he was standing before, confusion etched on your face as you tried to reason with yourself. the only clue left was the dripping cum in your other hole, fake toji was here before. toji scoffed, pushing his sweat soaked hair back.

“don’t worry about him, we’ll find him.”

you shook your head, “i think he’s gone. i can’t sense anything.”

“huh, maybe his dying wish is to get one last fuck. who would’ve thought your ass is that powerful it could exorcist a cursed spirit,” his laugh didn’t last long as you landed your fist to his face. toji is still as annoying as ever. that was when realisation hit you both; you just fucked your partner mid mission. you mentally facepalmed yourself in sheer embarrassment before nudging on his chest.

“p-put me down.”

“yeah, sure,” toji said sheepishly.

did it stop him from whistling at the sight of the stringy white mess between your legs? not really but his lips shut the moment you glared at him. your muscle ached as you slipped your panties back on, wiping the mess as best as you could. you could still feel most of their cum deep in you and toji could see it by the way you were squirming. he draped his uniform over your frail body, a small smile on his flustered face as he led the way, your fingers laced around him.

the night remained between you both, when interrogated regarding the whereabouts of the fake toji, both of you couldn’t answer. but you had practiced the same line and excuses: “we blinked and it disappeared out of nowhere.” hard to believe but both of you weren’t punished. after all, there was no trace of the cursed spirit being alive and running around the town.

you tried your best to push the memory of that night away from your mind. it’s been weeks now. but as you heard the door unlocking, creaking open before closing, you startled in your bed. the bed shifted underneath you as you felt his arms around your waist.

“asleep?” toji asked.

you grunted, heart beating rapidly as his hands sneaked underneath your shirt, “not anymore.”

he grinned, “good. lemme fuck you back to sleep."

you woke up with a startle, the feeling of panic and dread engulfing your body and heart as the memories of the previous night were starting to flood your mind. frantically, you were flailing around until your hands found noritoshi’s body. you turned to face noritoshi who was blinking confused, having been startled by your sudden movements. a sigh of relief left your lips upon seeing him peacefully laying next to you as if you’d always been lovers, as if you’d always shared your bed. wrapping your arms around him, you snuggled into his side and buried your face in his chest. you couldn’t remember the last time that you’d been so close to him, got to hold him like this without any fears and doubts weighing on you.

although still sleepy, noritoshi nuzzled the crown of your head, pressing a gentle kiss to it. his fingers danced across your back, fingertips mindlessly drawing shapes. goosebumps raised across your skin wherever he touched your skin; you were still trying to get used to such intimate gestures from him. for minutes, you remained in silence, just enjoying each other’s closeness. you wanted to savour these moments and pretend there weren’t any worries or concerns, just noritoshi and you. noritoshi, as if sensing your hesitation, indulged in your silent wish. you didn’t know how to explain to him what you were feeling, how to ask of him what he meant or even where to start.

“i’m… i’m glad you stayed, noritoshi," you finally whispered, leaning back slightly to look at him. "i was really scared you would leave me again because… after last night, i guess it really would have left me debilitated. no matter how much i tried, i think i never could fully fall out of love with you."

shakily exhaling, noritoshi bit his lip, trying to find the right words to reply to you. the thought of him not being able to make you fall in love with him again, not to be able to have you by his side, not being able to show you the plans he had for the future, the future that he was trying to build for his mother and you - it pained him greatly. he recognized his mistakes and how easily he could have lost you. there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to make it up to you, until eternity he would worship you and treat you like a queen.

"i've always loved you, y/n. it was always you and will always be you. i don't want anyone else," noritoshi confessed, eyes flitting to your face anxiously. “i can’t apologize to you enough about how i handled it, i know it was stupid of me and i will never forgive myself for hurting you so much.” over and over, he muttered apologies, promising you that everything was going to change from now on and that he would stay by your side if you would have him. now that his goals were to close, just in reach for him to grasp, he felt more comfortable and ready to tell you about him - about why he left you to your own devices and treated you horribly for so long. you settled in his arms, listening to him in silence.

he told you about when he realized that his family was looking down on yours, never having respected you as much - it began with his mother leaving him, leading up to the beginning of his teenage years, when he’d realized that they started to treat you differently and didn’t want to see you hurt because he was spending so much time with you. noritoshi had always known that he liked you, one way or another. the feelings didn’t hit full force until his father had brought up finding a suitable partner for him to marry in the future; every potential partner that was introduced to him, he always dissected their behaviour, personality and attitudes. no matter how much he tried to give them a chance, his thoughts would always circle back to you. you, who was always there for him ever since you were young. you, who never cared about his family name or his status in the jujutsu world. you, who loved him for who he was.

he felt like you wouldn't understand if he told you and would instead suggest a plan to get through it; noritoshi considered it a better idea to just push you away from him, so far that the elders would never suspect a thing and impose on him or restrict him more, even if he became clan head. the safest option was to wait until he officially became the clan head, when no one could question his decisions and power anymore. for years, he tirelessly worked on becoming a strong and reputable clan head and established good relationships with other clans. it came at the cost of pushing you away, hurting you so much.

but even you had noticed that his resolve was crumbling when you came too close or when he felt particularly jealous, not liking you with someone else. he had to accept it, for the sake of keeping the facade upright - and yet he failed miserably, easily giving in when he realized that you reciprocated in some way. and that was where your silly game of push and pull started. he couldn't resist you, not when he was craving you so much. after your fight, his confession and you leaving, he truly kept his promise to himself and left you alone, even if it nearly tore his soul apart. it was for the best, so both of you could grow. the words you gave him that day, he took them to heart.

noritoshi would probably never be the man you deserved but he could try to work towards it. bit by bit, he gained the approval he needed to become clan head - it was so close, he was almost there. the contract was supposed to be signed after this mission. months prior, he'd already contacted his mother and met up more often with her, telling her about his plans to explain everything to you and if possible, court you. how gojo caught wind of this was beyond him; that fucker seemed to know each and every aspect of everything and everyone. he knew what he was doing and in the end, no one couldn't even be upset about it.

"i… was so terrified that the elders would hurt you that i disregarded the fact that i could hurt you as well," noritoshi whispered, regret and embarrassment lacing his voice. "and after that curse almost tore the tournament apart and hurt so many others, i couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me… i know it's your choice. i just didn't understand it back then. my intention was never to hurt you like that. i apologize for all the agony and sadness i've put you through."

you stayed silent for a couple of minutes, not knowing how to reply to his reasoning. you understood his intentions and why he had chosen to proceed this way. but it was hard to forgive him just yet. years of anguish that you had to endure were hard to forget and had a lasting effect on you. even though doubt and fear were still lingering in your soul, you wanted to give it a try. you couldn’t deny the love that you felt for him, almost outweighing the negative. the newfound feeling was rather fragile, an illusion that could easily be broken if noritoshi made an ever so small mistake.

"say something, anything," noritoshi croaked exasperated, scared of your reply. he could never admit it to you, much less himself - no matter how hard he tried to keep up the mask of a perfect clan leader, to some extent he would always remain the young boy that was terrified of loved ones leaving him to his own devices.

"it's just a lot to take in," you gave him a weak smile. noritoshi's heart hitched, skipping several beats as he anticipated for you to reject him. "i'm willing to try. i love you, very much so. but there is so much… distrust and hurt between us, i guess. we'll start this slow, yeah? we'll try and work through all the issues. thank you for telling me all of this. i accept your apology and… we’ll get through this, okay?”

upon hearing your words, noritoshi couldn’t stop his tears from springing forth, hugging you to his body as he muttered thank yous over and over again. his heart was overflowing with relief and happiness, he couldn’t believe that you were willing to work on your relationship. it was a chance that he would never take for granted, he wouldn’t waste another second in his life dwelling in uncertainty - it was time for you to live the life he’d always envisioned. with you by his side and no more voices telling him that he could do better, that he was supposed to adhere to the rules the elderly had set him.

though the two of you were somewhat back to normal and in a… relationship of sorts, you mutually agreed to lay low until noritoshi had signed the contracts that would hand over all control of the clan as well as the estate to him. only then could you be sure that things would return back to the peaceful and warm state that you remembered from your childhood. days before, noritoshi had let you know that his mother would be coming to the city soon - he wanted to welcome her as soon as all contracts were done and over with. upon your suggestion, he agreed that it would be best if you picked her up from the train station and let her stay at your place for a few days. you were thrilled at the idea, having missed his mother as you hadn’t seen her ever since your childhood.

as you waited at the entrance of the train station, you wondered what his mother looked like now. was she happy? was she proud of how noritoshi and you had grown up and what persons you grew to be? had he told her about your incredibly rocky journey up to this point? glancing at the screen of your phone, you took note of the time; no new messages. you hoped that his mother’s journey here went smoothly and she wasn’t too exhausted as you wanted to treat her to a nice and fancy meal at this restaurant miwa had recommended to you. bad conscience nagged at you as you remembered that you hadn’t even let your close friends know about your relationship, knowing that they would, undoubtedly, be mad at you. not for long, you hoped - you supposed todou at least wouldn’t really care about it, you could count on him to not make a huge deal out of it.

deep in thought, you hadn’t noticed that a middle aged woman with short, black hair had come up behind you and set her suitcase down before lightly tapping your shoulder. you whirled around thinking that it was someone who needed help, only to realize that it was noritoshi’s mother who greeted you with a soft smile on her face. despite the obvious signs of age on her face, she still looked so gentle, radiating such a strong and sunny warmth that you immediately felt at ease in her presence. noritoshi really did resemble his mother, both sharing a calm but strong aura. not being able to hold back, you greeted her happily, throwing your arms around her neck to hug her tightly.

“no need to address me so politely,” noritoshi’s mother laughed, wrapping her arms around you as she looked you up and down curiously. “just call me nahoko or mum, yeah?”

“m- mum?” you spluttered, face heating up at the thought of her possibly being your mother-in-law in the future. you’d only just gotten together - marriage was far out of your reach and seemed unattainable. “i- i think nahoko is fine.”

to change the topic, you quickly asked her about her luggage and helped her load it up in the trunk of your car. nahoko seemed to have caught up on your sudden mood change and bashfulness but didn’t comment on it, only giving you a knowing smile as you drove to the restaurant and talked about everything but your relationship with noritoshi. it was obvious that you still felt shy about it, not knowing what and how much you could reveal. but nahoko was simply glad that you had found your way back to each other, as if you had always been destined for each other, as if your destiny and fates were always intertwined.

"noritoshi should be joining us later, he told me he had some other business to attend to before coming o-"

"y/n." nahoko interrupted you, glancing over at you as you stopped at a traffic light and looked around for a free parking lot. the restaurant was always well-attended so it was almost impossible to find one nearby.

"yes?"

"i... don't know all of your history or what happened between noritoshi and you in your teenage years. but i'm glad that you've found your way back to each other, i've always thought that you were good for each other. you compliment him so well, as does he," she smiled at the memory of a younger noritoshi gushing about you and how you were his favourite person and friend, how he was going to marry you one day when he was older like he's seen with all the adults in the tv shows that nahoko had watched. "i know he's always wanted to do everything on his own to prove himself in a way but i'm glad he's given in a little. i'm proud of the persons you two grew up to be and i hope you can work through whatever issues and unspoken thoughts still linger between you."

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to her, happy that she approved of you and had thought and cared for you this entire time - even if she didn't get to see how the two of you had grown up until now and didn't get to guide him through his childhood. it was clear that noritoshi kept contact with her throughout all these years, it had been minimal but it was for the sake of protecting her, just as he did with you. hope sparked in your heart, maybe things would change from now on. you wholeheartedly believed that noritoshi could change the clan's way of thinking and rebuild the bridges that had been torn between the other clans. if anyone could do it, it was him and the other future clan heads - your former classmates and now close friends.

"thank you, nahoko. that means a lot to me, really. i think you and me both know that it'll take a lot of time to mend things but… i- i love noritoshi a lot, have been for a long time. and even though this is new and really scary, i want to try and give this a chance- give us a chance.”

it was heartwarming to see your mother and nahoko animatedly conversing in your living room, catching up on many, many years of stories and experiences. although your mother’s initial reaction was rather shocked and almost a little too cautious when you confided in her and let her in on the plan. of course she would be, you didn’t expect her to immediately accept it. for years, she watched you cry and have your heart broken over and over again and was protective of you. but you were firm about your decision, confident that whatever energy and effort you would put into the relationship from this point on, it wouldn’t go to waste. your mother remained skeptical until you invited her over for an afternoon tea, keeping nahoko’s visit a surprise.

your mother was delighted to see nahoko again, having missed her a lot since she left the estate years ago. they went right back to their old selves, immediately giggling and telling each other stories as if there was never any distance between them. quietly, you excused yourself to make some tea for the two of them and disappeared in the kitchen. absentmindedly, you watched as the water bubbled and boiled in the kettle, twirling the cups in your hand. everything was steadily going upwards, everything was slowly aligning and coming into place. you were happy even if interaction with noritoshi was still slightly awkward and clumsy at times. between missions, he visited you more frequently or at least called you when he was away for an extended time. a week ago you had even received a text message from gojo - with no context or prior warning, he’d simply sent you a “congrats! remember to invite me to the estate sometime, as thanks for my service ;)”.

the text message had made you snort amused; gojo really had planned this all along, probably having anticipated all of this. for some reason, he seemed to know everything and anything, even if you didn’t let him in on it. you remembered how he had caught you back in your second year, hickeys littered all over your neck as you hid from the others - that was probably when he realized. the thought of him holding onto this for years made you snicker as in a way, you were thankful for his interference. who knew how long it would have taken you if it hadn’t been for that mission.

deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the opening and closing of the front door, nor the footsteps nearing the kitchen. “hey there,” noritoshi murmured as he wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned in to kiss your cheek, placing his chin on your shoulder. “i hear our mums are having fun, hm? it was a good idea to let them meet beforehand.”

you jumped slightly at his sudden appearance but relaxed as you realized that it was just him, leaning backwards slightly to press a kiss to his lips. “don’t you wanna greet them first? i’m just making tea real quick and then i’ll join you,” you suggested, wriggling in his arms to turn around and hug him properly. it was weird how surprisingly clingy you had grown these past few weeks, always seeking out his presence and missing him when he was gone.

“mhmm, i just wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend first.”

“you’re a slime ball,” you retorted with a bashful look, hiding your face in his chest. even though you couldn't see it, you could tell that noritoshi was smiling, amused by the fact that you were still shy when he complimented you or showered you with affection. fingertips traced patterns on your back as you listened to the whistle of the kettle. noritoshi faintly smelled like the green tea that he liked to drink in the morning - it was a calming scent, reminding you of home and relaxing days spent in bed while the soft smell was wafting through your apartment. it was still an odd sight to see noritoshi in your apartment, a sight that you were still trying to get used to.

even for himself, it was an unusual part of his routine. sometimes noritoshi felt like he was suddenly an intruder in your life, even though he owned the keys to your apartment and somewhat knew your schedules so he could adjust his own to yours. despite the fact that both of you had been in relationships before, you were both navigating and circling around each other as if it was your first. it was awkward but endearing, still feeling like somewhat of a dream. noritoshi grabbed the kettle to help you with the tea, ushering you to pick some cookies to enjoy with the tea. picking up the tray, he then brought the tea to your mothers, greeting them as they cooed and fawned over noritoshi. you could even hear your mother urging him to turn around so she could take a good look at him, both women gushing over how handsome he was.

the rest of the evening was spent catching up with your mothers and letting them know of your (tentative) future plans. as nice as it was to spend time with your family, it was exhausting as well - your social battery was drained and you wanted nothing more but to take a shower and then go to bed. noticing your slight mood shift, noritoshi nudged you, pointing to your room. "get some rest, yeah? i'll talk to my mum for a bit and will handle everything, it's okay. i'll join you in a bit," he assured you, even when you gave him a questioning look. nodding slightly, you squeezed his hand before leaving for the bedroom.

finally being able to change into more comfortable clothes, you sighed in relief and put on one of noritoshi's shirt that he'd left at your place. the sheer size difference was almost comical, the shirt nearly slipping from your frame, exposing your shoulder, and reaching down to your knees. bundling up in the blankets, you patiently waited for noritoshi to return, playing around on your phone. although it wasn’t much later when he returned, you dozed off in the meantime, vaguely noticing his presence in the room but not quite processing it. noritoshi padded towards the bed to check whether you were sleeping, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving away to go to the bathroom.

immediately, your hand shot out to grasp for his, a sudden force possessing your body - both noritoshi and you looked at each other in surprise. you couldn’t comprehend why you had acted in such a way, as if you had never been asleep in the first place. only seconds later were you able to process the feelings of anxiety that were coursing through your body, screaming at you that noritoshi was going to leave you again, that he wasn’t going to stay for you. “are you okay? is- do you need me to do anything for you?” noritoshi questioned concerned and inched back, sitting at the edge of the bed. the influx of unreasonable thoughts almost dissipated as soon as he came back and checked up on you but your worries weren’t completely eased.

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled, hugging his arm to your chest. noritoshi used his other hand to pet your hair, dragging his fingers through the strands and lightly massaging your scalp. “i just suddenly really felt anxious and um… sometimes the thoughts take over and i keep thinking-" you whimpered quietly, clutching his arm tighter. "i keep thinking that you'll leave me and it's just some kind of fever dream that i'll have to wake up from. a- and i just can't let go because i really love you."

noritoshi leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, wiping your tears away gently as he reassured you that you were okay and that he was going to stay with you. you hummed quietly, intertwining your fingers as you looked at them. "i'm sorry for this, for everything. for making you have these feelings and thoughts," noritoshi apologized, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. "but i promise this is all real, okay? i'm here and i love you. you're the only one i want and have wanted by my side since we were young."

"okay, i- thank you," you nodded slightly, your grip on his hands weakening as you relaxed. you believed him. noritoshi had been nothing but respectful of your boundaries and attentive and like the 'toshi that you knew, he would always look out for you in the sublest of ways. "i'm just going to the bathroom real quick and then i'll be back, okay?" you mumbled in agreement and let his arm go, bundling up in the blanket again. listening to the small noises that resounded from the bathroom, you tried to steady your breathing and calm yourself further, patiently waiting for him to come back.

minutes later, noritoshi returned and took the other side of the bed, immediately pulling you to his chest. even though he didn't mention or show it, you could tell that he was exhausted as well - aside from his usual work as a jujutsu sorcerer, he also had to handle all businesses pertaining to the other clans as well as preparing to take over the responsibilities as clan head. you knew he was trying to put on a strong facade as to not worry you but you wanted to be there for him, like you'd always been. "'toshi?" you whispered quietly, looking up at him. noritoshi's eyes sparkled in the dark, a surprised look on his face. he hadn't heard that nickname for years, not even really remembering your younger self and your voice calling him that anymore.

but as you uttered the word, all the happy feelings he associated with it came rushing back to the forefront of his mind and filled him with exhilaration. "if you're struggling with any of your work and can't keep up with it… i can help you out, right? you can tell me. we're um. you're my b- boyfriend after all," you stumbled over the words, referring to noritoshi as your boyfriend out loud was still unfamiliar territory.

"i know but you have a lot on your plate already. i wouldn't want to add more stress to it since uh- you know. i was the source of your stress for years."

"but it's different now," you protested, giving him a defiant pout. noritoshi laughed and pecked your lips adoringly. "i'm your partner and want to help take the burden from you, okay? i know you're doing the same for me so it's only fair."

"okay, yeah i'll let you know if anything troubles me. i'm just tired from all the meetings and having to socialize with the other clans but that's about it. as long as i have enough time to spend with you, i’m okay with it," noritoshi mumbled against your skin, pressing soft butterfly kisses all over your face. his eyes fell on your exposed shoulder, the shirt having slipped and hanging down dangerously low. noticing where his eyes were trailing, your breath hitched in anticipation, hoping that he would indulge you and finally offer you some more touches. the two of you hadn’t been more intimate ever since getting back together, either too busy or hesitant to get closer. the relationships was still in its blooming state, fresh and fragile, just needing a little push from each side. you could tell that noritoshi was still cautious, not wanting to move too fast so as to not pressure or upset you.

you appreciated that he’d kept your words in mind, heeding your request to take it slow - and now it felt weird to ask him for more, to tell him that you were missing his touch and were craving it. noritoshi didn’t vocalize it but it was obvious in the look in his eyes, how he was slightly hypnotized, almost in a trance like state until he snapped out of it and merely gave you a kiss. it was obvious in the way his touch lingered longer than it probably should, the way his fingers dragged across your skin when you were near, as if he had to satisfy himself with just this slight touch to stay sane. you were dancing around each other, nearing then distancing from each other but always bound by the same desire to feel each other’s skin.

noritoshi's behaviour now was a sharp contrast to what you'd seen of him before - the dark, alluring side to him, when he was endlessly teasing you, when his possessive side broke through the cracks of his calm and collected persona. both sides were undeniably him and you wanted all of it. firm in your resolve, you leaned up to kiss him, pressing your body against his. startled by your sudden movements, noritoshi stared at you perplexed and suddenly forgot how to kiss you back. never had you been so assertive and firm before when you'd initiated any displays of affection, much less since you'd agreed to not rush into the relationship despite having slept with each other already.

you pushed once more, legs hooked around his waist as you straddled him. this time, noritoshi reciprocated and placed his hands on your bare thighs. mewling, you inched closer, just wanting his hands to move a little further. noritoshi bit your bottom lip gently before sucking on it, tugging it slightly in warning. a moan left your lips, both at the pleasure and the anticipation of noritoshi taking over, of completely submitting to him like you had before. his lips found your neck, focusing on the spot you liked the most, one that had you keening and whimpering for him as he left a mark. the shirt was fully exposing your shoulders and chest now, showing your perky tits and the stiff nipples that wanted attention.

you whimpered his name, pleading him to touch you more but accomplished the opposite - noritoshi suddenly snapped out of his trance and stared up at you, eyes wide in shock. "we can't," he told you with a strained voice, pulling away from you. "my mum will hear us, i- fuck. i want you, so bad. have been since the last time." he sighed in defeat, head slumping against your shoulder as his arms dropped in defeat. the timing was just too bad, he didn't want to give his own mother a bad impression of him after not having seen her for too long. noritoshi felt like a giddy teenager, wanting to engage in some sexual activities with his significant other and hardly being able to contain his arousal.

you whined quietly, frustrated that you couldn’t go further even though a voice in your head was nagging, whispering you all the possibilities of fooling around and the thrill that was shooting up your spine as you thought about it. but knowing that he felt the same way was enough. you were glad that he wanted you still. it eased your worries, just knowing that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. you gave him one last kiss before settling back into his side again. shooting you an apologetic look, noritoshi wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his warm breath was fanning across your skin as he exhaled, grip on you tightening. “just wait a little longer, yeah? i’ll fuck you so good, make it up to you, for every minute that you’ve had to wait.”

this was it. today was the day. with anticipation and anxiety you watched noritoshi at the other end of the room with the elders - he was standing tall and proud, confident in his movements as he engaged in some small talk with them before the ceremony would begin. you stood with your parents, as witnesses to the entire ceremony. it seemed that all of the kamo family were gathered in the room, as well as the employees of the estate, to have witnesses that everything was going smoothly and correctly. noritoshi looked elegant in his kimono, carrying such a strong aura around him that told outsiders that he would not appreciate any interruptions or troublemakers.

although you were sure that the ceremony would go over smoothly, there was still a smidge of doubt in your mind. it wasn't like you didn't believe in noritoshi's vision or his skills, you just simply didn't trust the elders. years they'd spend dictating his entire life and mapping out his future and now that noritoshi was about to become clan head, it felt so… unreal. your breath hitched in your throat as one of the officials recited the contracts and papers, watching as the elders first signed them before handing them over to noritoshi. for a moment, noritoshi stood still, pen hovering above the paper. unnoticeably, his eyes flitted across the room until they found yours, as if looking for reassurance and support.

you gave him a smile and a slight nod, signaling him that you believed in him and that he could do it. with a deep exhale, noritoshi swiftly signed the papers. the room erupted in solemn cheers and applause - it was now official, noritoshi was the new clan head. you couldn't help but tear up at the scene. if years ago someone had told you that he'd become such a wonderful leader and even your boyfriend, trying his best to make up for his past mistakes and always showering you with affection, you would've laughed it off and told them that they were crazy. you've come such a long way, leaving the painful and arduous path behind you. what lies ahead were dreams and goals to be fulfilled.

before noritoshi spoke to anyone else and accepted their well wishes and congratulations, you were suddenly engulfed in his arms as he'd made his way over to you in a split second. murmurs and gasps filled the room, everyone was in shock at the sudden outburst. surely, the new clan leader couldn't have fooled around with the daughter of one of the servants the entire time? freezing up in shock, you remained stiff as a board, not being able to return noritoshi's affectionate hug. to top it off, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, mumbling about how he made it. you were happy for him, you truly were. but the sudden revelation of your relationship with him as too much, too sudden.

somewhere in the distance you could hear a few of the elders fussing and rapidly whispering to each other until one of them spoke up, demanding to know why noritoshi was embracing a mere servant in such an intimate manner. before speaking up, noritoshi leaned down to kiss your cheek. "i'm sorry i dragged you into this and put you in such a tough spot, i'll make it up to you, i promise," he whispered against your ear, arm still wrapped around your waist when he turned to face the enraged older man. "i want to ask you to refrain from speaking to her in such a way. this is my girlfriend and your superior one day."

"that is outrageous! was this your plan the entire time? you dare sully the name of the clan like this when we've already found you a potential partner! this lowly servant scum, playthi-" the older man stumbled across the room towards noritoshi, looking so defiant and angry that you were briefly scared. but as he called you names, you felt frustration and irritation rise in you. how dare he speak about you like this? when you'd made a name for yourself in the jujutsu world? when you're one of the very few healers that exist? noritoshi's declaration and the obvious proud look on his face made a comforting warmth flare up in your heart. you were partners and you were proud of each other. stronger as a whole and lifting each other up.

"don't talk about me like i'm just some toy he's gonna throw away. i'm more than just a lowly servant or scum. i'm a jujutsu sorcerer and i demand that you respect me as such. how dare you talk about your clan head like this anyways? as if he's sleeping around in his free time and feeling up girls, when he's doing all of the work that you are supposed to do for him and more?" you growled at the red-faced man in front of you, the threatening aura emerging from your body scaring even him. you were fed up with all these higher ups acting like they knew everything better, as if they could still control noritoshi when they’d handed all control over to him. did they think he would do their bidding simply because they’d guided him his entire life? they were delusional.

before you could start reprimanding them further, furious that they would talk so badly about a person that you loved dearly, noritoshi squeezed your side gently and took a step forward. he was towering over the elders, a dark look on his face as he stared down at them. anyone in the room could tell that he was angry, just by the cursed energy that was surrounding him and spreading throughout the room. but he skillfully kept control of it, letting enough seep out to intimidate his opposers but not enough to scare the innocent servants and bystanders. “enough.” his voice cut through the multitude of voices and shouts like a sharp knife, silencing everyone that was about to disagree with him or pick a fight with you. “who i’m in a relationship with should be none of your concerns. i love y/n and deem her as more than capable enough to stand by my side. she is strong, kind and gracious. and i do intend to marry her one day, it’s my decision as the clan head so if you have any problems, take it up to me.”

your heart stopped at noritoshi’s words. he intended to marry you one day. you’d never talked about it before but hearing him say it didn’t deter you - instead it drew you to him, making you want to be even closer to him. he made your heart swell with so much heart and pride; in the heat of the moment, you were too shocked to retort anything but you knew, you were sure that one day, you would say yes to him. perhaps your heart always knew that he was the one, that you belonged to each other. even if it took years to heal the wounds in your hearts, to talk out the years of discomfort and unresolved thoughts that resided in your mind - no one could ever live up to him.

"oh, and my mother is coming back to live here. if i catch you even just looking at her dirty, i won't hesitate to ban you from here. am i clear?" noritoshi's voice was loud and authorative, leaving no space for opposers to disagree with him. you were proud of him and how he finally was able to do as he pleased and how he deemed fit. free from the constraints that were traditions and clan ideals, as he could reign over and shape the forthcoming future. he left no room for negativity to spread, stomping it in the ground as soon as it rose. even the servants seemed to feel more at ease already, knowing that noritoshi was calm and mild-mannered. noritoshi becoming clan head marked a new transition in your relationship, one that wasn't spent in hiding anymore.

"you looked so hot when you defended me from all those angry higher ups," noritoshi breathed against your neck, lips pressed frantically against your skin as his hands skillfully removed your outerwear. as soon as the ceremony had ended and noritoshi excused himself, dragging you along to the main building and to his room, he was all over you. leaving you with almost no space to breathe, he pressed his lips against yours in a bruising his. the two of you stumbled across the room until he'd nudged you against the bed, easily towering over you as your back hit the mattress. you stared up at him, admiring his tall and broad figure and how the moonlight illuminated his face.

languidly, noritoshi nudged your legs apart as he knelt between them, large hands moving underneath the collar of your kimono and rubbing shoulder as he pushed the fabric off your shoulder. he bit his lip, halting in his movements. there was something that stopped him, that held him back from continuing. "do i… do i have permission to touch you?" he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. "i know we agreed to take it slow so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed and pressured. the last thing i want is for you to feel uncomfortable around me… is it okay to continue?"

"yes please, god, please touch me," you pleaded eagerly, leaning up to kiss him. freed from the constraints, noritoshi immediately pushed the kimono off your shoulders, hands fumbling to untie it. he laughed quietly as he sat on his knees, hands moving up and down your sides. "this kind of feels like unwrapping a present," he commented, watching as you squirmed impatiently when his knuckles grazed over your inner thighs. ever so slightly, his fingertips danced over your panties, prodding at the damp spot. breath held in anticipation, you whimpered when he removed his hands and instead moved them up to untie the knots. if noritoshi was good at something, it was to make you wait impossibly long.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you signaled him to move faster. you wanted him so bad and he knew it. noritoshi basked in the fact that he had this power and could coax beautiful reactions out of you. agonizingly slow, he undid the knots and opened up the kimono as if you were a luxurious present wrapped up in the finest of silks. his warm hands moved over your waist, stomach, up to your breasts and cupped them, fingers pinching and tweaking the nipples. mewls fell from your lips as you moved your hips against his knee, the damp fabric of your panties dragging across his skin and leaving a slight sheen.

noritoshi pressed a feather light kiss to your lips, teeth digging into your bottom lip as he tugged and sucked on it gently. with a pop, he released your lip, grinning at you as he leaned up to take off his own clothes. he loved the sight of you on his bed, kimono still half on and yet exposing the most vulnerable parts of you. the wanton look on your face and how your eyes followed his every move as you anticipated for him to touch you soon - the sight aroused him greatly. soon his clothes hit the floor and you immediately ogled him, admiring his lean and yet muscular body. noritoshi looked down at you with such a hungry and yet adoring glint in his eyes. still, you could hardly believe that he was yours. he tugged at the elastic band of your panties, snapping it against your skin before dragging it down your legs. your arousal clung to the fabric, leaving behind a small trail as he removed the item.

"in a way, you are a present from the universe, the best that i could have ever asked for."