đ„ fandoms : Naruto / Jujustu Kaisen / Bleach/ Hunter x Hunter/ Attack on Titan / Bungo Stray Dogs
Ę.đ„ SMUT LIST + Fluff | SMAU LIST
Request: Closed
Rules for requests
- I mostly write Character x Reader, yet I donât mind Character x Character too.
- For smut specifically I donât write about :
1. NonCon
Exception: I can write it for the plot buiding, not in a romance way, expecially between the pairing.
2. AgeGap
Exception: Resonable distance.
3. Incest. Minors.
No exception.
Side note đ : Probably it happens to be against more TW tags. Still, Iâm a dark romance enjoyer, so donât get tricked that Iâm vanilla (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶). For me, dark romance â noncon :) Still, I donât judge any writer based on what they want to write.
If you want to be anonymous, but you want to show me that you are someone who writes often to me, you can use a specific emoji to help me remember you. đ«¶đœ
.á If you ever find your artwork here (I usually specify the source), dm me and Iâll delete it immediately!
+
IMPORTANT
1) Not a native speaker unfortunately :(Mistakes or weirdly phrases will probably happen sometimes. Donât be mean. Also, anly hateful comment will be ignored/blocked.
2) I put my heart and soul into requests. Donât bother to ask it like itâs a demand (Iâm a human too) or not even leave an small appreciation after Iâve made it. Writers are not robots. :)
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
May I request the naruto characters of your choice with a s/o that is the stereotypical canadian? Says "eh" and is overly polite and always saying sorry.
(I'm totally not exposing myself in this. I'm totally not canadian and totally not like this lol)
xD Hello, love! My requests are closed for the moment, you can see it in my pin post. :( Unfortunately, Iâm not in the best state of mind right now, barely writing a previous request that was received last month. Not even my own works are updated. So, Iâm sorry, but I donât think Iâm gonna be able to write your request. Thank you in advance for understanding đ«¶đœ Kisses
- ao3 link | - credit for the fanart (left): sasalice_7 on X
Summary: Different groups. Different ideologies. A common goal. As you find yourself resonating with both sides, will your motivation prove worthy enough to straighten the bonds among the people? Still, when feelings are involved, maybe it will buy some time to convinced the more resistant man.
â Content warning: Slow build. War. Alternative Universe. Description of Violence. Eventual Explicit Sexual Content [18+]
A/N: Although there are vague references to cyber, military/investigation tactics or concepts, most of them are invented. But everything has a subtle connection to the Naruto canon universe or to the specific character mentioned. Nothing I write is unintentional. I hope you enjoy it!
Part 1 (3k words) - Penetration test
Part 2 (3.7k words) - 401 Unauthorized
(ïčË đ Ëïč)
Sasuke was leaning over Suigetsu's chair, the backrest supporting his chest as his hand moved the mouse across the screen. A combination of colors, including blue lights and red/green dots, was reflected in his black eyes, varying with the enemyâs slight geographical movements.
He straightened, with hands in his pockets as the wheels in Sasukeâs mind began to whirl. Suigetsu moved along with the chair, looking up with one hand behind his chin.
âBoss?â
Sasuke took a brief glance at him, then at the screen.
âNothing new. Something is wrong with all of this. Probably theyâre planning a different strike.â
Suigetsu waved his hand carelessly. âWellââ The loud alarm ringing cut his words short throughout the entire basement. A quick analysis appeared on the large monitor in the center of the site setting, capturing everyoneâs attention. Grouped by responsibilities and roles, everyone had their own position behind numerous desks.
An undefined intruder tested the T.I.T borders, drones anticipated an unauthorized device, most possibly a bomb.
Suigetsu furrowed his eyebrows as he read between the lines. He rose to his feet and wrapped the flak jacket around his upper body. With a hand next to his forehead, he saluted Sasuke with a sly grin on his face.
âOn it.â
âTake Jugo with you for reinforcement. Announce him through the cellular before you go because Iâm going to disable the access to internet in the targeted area.â
In the restrictive area, closer to the backdoor you provoked, you struggled to breathe against the harsh ground, position in front of the barbed wire fences, dragging your body by the arms, pushing towards the top of the defensive block. A false alarm finally caught their attention. Itâs not like you really wanted to drop a bomb, it was just a distraction.
As you watched Suigetsu crunching down to see the inactive threat, you knew it would be a matter of time until he would see you. Ah, spoke too soon.
âOn your feet, cadet.â
Cadet? The unwitting insult actually made you smile. With arms up in surrender, the man behind you points his gun at the ground where you were. Jugoâs expression was serious, doing his job as a loyal officer, under the orders of his master. âMasterâ may sound dictatorial, but it was just a title of the groupâs leader of T.I.T.
âAlright, alright. No need to threaten me, big guy.â
He spoke against the cellular, looking in Suigetsu direction.
âOperation successful. Intruder found.â
Suigetsu tilted his head as you lift your chin to greet him. He raised an eyebrow, starting to move near you. When he faced you, his gaze was skeptical.
âQuite a dramatic appearance, lady. Did you know itâs a constitutional violation to make a trap in order to trick us? Article 7, Section 2/2026.â
Your tone was devoid of bitterness as you placed your hand behind your head while Jugo start pushing you firmly from the back to walk towards the camping zone.
âOh, Suigetsu the great hatchet man, actually knows the rules. Iâm impressed.â
He snorted, giving you a side glance.
âItâs a difference between knowing them and actually respecting them.â
âMhm. Agreed on that.â
đŸ
A rift existed between the two groups, whose separation stemmed more from ideology rather than tactics, a consequence of Sasukeâs unilateral decision after unresolved conflicts. The first group named Shielding Sentinels (S.S) occupied the vacant city by the lake of fire, in close proximity to the enemyâs secondary position.
Intercepted late due to the delay in making a decision in this direction, in order to stay one step ahead, one of the enemy's bases was now in the middle of the river in Tani where Threat Intelligence Team (T.I.T) location was.
Later that day, hours passed in a blur by the time Sasuke communicated the next actions to the defence team might take before an attack. Recruited by T.I.T. in order not to be punished for their hacktivism activity, Tayuya was a courageous individual toward a goal she respected but a sharp-mouthed one. Still, she refrained from acting unprofessionally around their leader; only her teammates received the sweet treatment.
âHere. Zoom in.â
Tayuya clinched her teeth, obeying commands for the third time in a row. She believed a vein was probably visibly popped on her forehead. The map was updated to the enemyâs new position(assumed, not proven yet) based on the several pings their system received in order to fail and interrupt their services.
Tayuya looked up at Sasuke as he spoke in a flat, tired tone.
"The counterattack is managed by the Sakon and Ukon brothers?â
âNo. Kimimaro said he wanted to do it himself.â She gestured, almost rolling her eyes.
âSomething about tha needs to be...â She curled her fingers â âa meticulous attackâ â and they are too impulsive for that.â
Just then, Sasuke gave Suigetsu a quick glance as he spawned behind him. Sasuke was still impressed by his abilities to not be felt until he wanted to, as if he were walking through walls.
âDid she cooperate?"
Suigetsu sighed, leaning his hand on Tayuyaâs chair, making her send him a glare that Suigetsu only ignored with a smirk, nodding his head in greeting. âHi, redhead.â He looked back at Sasuke.
âNope. Sorry, boss. She wanted to speak to aâŠsuperior.â Suigetsu snorted. âHer little friend probably.â
Figures.
âLet her wait more then.â
đŸ
You spin in the chair, face tilted toward the ceiling as thoughts flood your mind.
You get it. You get why Naruto is so inclined to find a way for a truce, a ceasefire agreement. The ceasefire didnât even start, though. Still, itâs not their first strike; otherwise, this wouldnât be happening.
The enemyâs technique was effective, as they used people's hardships to carry out brainwashing and rewrite the past. Thatâs why the lack of knowledge in the countryâs history is a cancer of the soul. And Sasuke knows it. Thatâs why he doesnât want to wait just for a potential war to occur. Again. Not only did he want to prevent it, but he was also willing to strike first to intimidate them, to send a message that not all people are deceived by parasitic lies. He doesn't believe in the concept of turning someone mean-spirited from the start into a what? A peaceful patriotic individual?
Your thoughts stopped when you felt your stomach growl, a reminder that you skipped breakfast. Did they intend to bore me to death here all day?
But Suigetsu pleasured you with his presence (or not) as he sits now with the chair reversed, knees on the sides of it. Arms around the backrest, chin rested on top. His canines rested on his amused smile. The staring contest lasted minutes. No winner.
âI want water.â
âSure. Thereâs a bottle under the table.â
âI need to use the bathroom.â
He snorted at your deflection.
âYou use it quite often, lady.â
You seemed playfully irritated.
âReally? What should I do? Use your cheap chair instead?â
He sighed, rising on his legs as he pushed the chair lazily.
âIf you pull some old trickâŠIâm warning you! Trust me, I did that before. I already know them, ladyââ
He opened the door only to almost make you meet with his back when he stilled.
âBoss.â
Sasuke glanced shortly at you, then back at him.
âLeave, Suigetsu. Switch places with Jugo later.â
You groaned internally. That man is not movable. A conversation with a rock will be more insightful than with him.
The metallic door closed with a beep as Sasuke entered the room. He glanced at you with a short, veiled sight as his hand gestured to sit down. Not like thatâs all you did these past hours.
âGoodâŠafternoon? How time flies here.â
He sighed, adjusting his rigid posture as he leaned on the chair, his muscles sensing the inconvenient feeling of a cheap, harsh chair.
âMy agenda left no free time today.âÂ
Slightly true. Since you refused to cooperate, causing their activity interruption in order to resolve the problem quickly, Sasuke only gave you the same treatment.
You hummed, toying with the pen near the disciplinary file youâll probably leave unsigned.
âAnd here I was excited to talk.â
Sasuke wasnât blind to see the glint in your eyes, despite your casual tone. His was plain and succinct.
âYou set a bomb near our tents.â
You snorted, waving your hand dismissively.
âYouâre exaggerating.â With a playful voice he didnât like, you added. âSasuke. It was just a signal to distract you.â
âYou also disabled our security guarding zone, disrupting the activities of our monitoring team.â His eyes furrowed. âHow did you do that?â
âShouldnât you thank me? I gave you a penetration test for free. If I can, do you think others canât?â
Sasuke knew how skilled you were in your area and actually didn't buy your remark since he knew no one compared, or at least he hadn't met anyone who did. A disadvantage is that he lacks his own team. Even if your tactics can be childish like this one, he knew it wasnât a great example of what youâre capable of. Since he met you, he admired you like you admired him, an interconnected feeling that brought you close. One from many unspoken others.
Your eyes locked until you gave in, letting out a hard breath.
âA backdoor in your IoT devices your guys forgot to update. More specifically, a camera placed on the pole close enough to the tents but far enough that I bypassed my presence.â
Sasuke responded after a pause, taking a mental note to discuss it as soon as possible with Kimimaro.
âThank you.â You gave him a forced smile, your gaze lingering on his features, which made Sasuke cut short this trespassing meeting. âWhy are you here?â
Your softened gaze turned sharper. âSo formal, keeping your guard even with me, huh?â You rose from the chair, your ass too sore from it, as you walked mindlessly in the room. âYou are uncooperative and obdurate in your communication.â
Hands now resting in his lap, Sasuke tilted his head as he gave you a short size-up like he didnât want to, but you caught it.
âYour commander doesn't cooperate with my plan.â
You clicked your tongue.
âStubborn plan.â
Sasuke retorted in a second.
"A precise, strategic one.â A battle of eye contact followed as you watched him from the side while he was rising on his feet too. âAll this unnecessary commotion only to speak about the same matter?â
Sasuke stepped only once, his body visibly affected by your following words.
âYou donât miss us?â This is not a moment to speak about such thingsââThatâs it? We part ways? If a war will indeed happen like you say, weâll fight separately?â
Sasuke paused, trying to decipher from your expression if this is some devious scheme you plotted. He doesnât see you this way, to resort even to that. Your words seemed sincere, making his soul conflict with his mind.Â
Only for a second.
âNo war will happen if we prepare when we should.â
It stung at first to hear him not even showing a hint of emotions about your shared past, like he almost cut his ties off and nothing matters anymore. As a person who craves living in communities despite the diversity among people that you believe itâs necessary to be included in, Sasukeâs behaviour regarding this subject â that he always acted like itâs not important â made you irritated.
âAnd whoâs âweâ?â You chuckled, yet no amusement could be seen in your irritated gaze. âAh, of courseâŠyour group, right? Hm. Are you really so sure of yourself to consider that this place doesnât have worms too?â
Sasuke's gaze sharpened; his intuition alerted him that thereâs a possibility for you to strike unintentionally by the way his words visibly annoyed you. You shouldnât speak about some things here. You always were this way. Trying to open some closed parts of himself that he didnât consider worthy to do.Â
Sasuke doesnât feel fear of bonds. Clearly not. Neither is he stubborn. Itâs just that logically, this is not a priority right now.
âThey are monitored.â
You almost rolled your eyes.
âThey are still dangerous.â
His choice of recruiting ticking bombs of people to redeem themselves was not a concept you didnât agree with, and it wasnât something that hadn't been tested before. Yet, itâs still a risk.
âTheir mistakes come from the failure of our society.â
You gestured annoyed, hands dropping sharply at your sides.
âAnd do you think in our case it isnât the same?â
Sasuke finds this conversation very unproductive, sensing already that a fight will follow. After all, Sasuke thought before you found pleasure in debating him, fighting him until neither of you spoke.
Sometimes he acted like it didnât happen, trying in his own way to approach you, and sometimes you insisted he talk until new, unfamiliar feelings unsettled his soul, resulting in acting way too emotional that he didnât like at all, but you did. Because these were moments of him showing a glimpse of his soul to you. That he regards your presence in his life enough to make him find a middle ground.
He never voiced it, but you changed him in ways he wasnât before. Of course, besides you, some people from your group imprint his life in many ways, you managing to act like a binder to force him closer in building connections with them.
âThe one who pulls the strings isnât your villageâs saviour. Heâs the one who keeps playing by the rules, just following the script. Their script.â
Your breath faltered, unintended to raise your voice at him.
âSo dividing ourselves is the best solution? We donât have time for this!â
His response followed, delivered more sharply, more coldly. âI saw. No one bats an eye.â You shake your head, huffing as he adjusts his tone. âRebellion in its own way is the proven method. You are all manipulated.â
That struck a chord, pulling you into the same team with all of them. You stepped closer, his presence not so far for you.
âWe just donât fucking want war!â
Sasukeâs expression didnât change; only his jaw tightened as he looked at you. You felt like heâs indirectly saying youâre insane, making you aware that he managed to anger you way too fast. The packet from your back pocket had 2 cigarettes left, sitting here for some time. He followed your movements.
âYou said youâre going to stop.â
You gave him a short glance as the lighter clicked; the small flame illuminating your face as you took the first puff. You exhaled the smoke in his direction.
âI said that, didnât I? Guess Iâm not a reliable author.â
With a swift motion, too fast to catch the way Sasukeâs hands twitched at the sides, you sit down again. With a forehead resting against your palm and eyes closed, you whispered.
âI canât accept this.â
Sasuke took the files from the table, assessing them, as he probably saw the lack of your signature, but he didnât mention it. He tilted his body towards the exit.
âI appreciate your good intentions, but I refused before the first time, and I will do it again the second time.â
âWhat difference is there between you and the others?â
Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows, not really understanding your mumble.
âWhat didââ
You lifted your head; the unsmoked tip of the cigarette made your eyes burn.
âI said, whatâs the difference between you and the others who decide in the end that war is the fucking answer?!â
Despite the fire inside of you, the coldness of his pause touched every corner of the room.
âI donât fill my mind with theories. What we do, what I do, is prevention, not an invitation for war.â
Sarcasm laced your tone after you laughed mirthlessly.
âNot an invitation? Youâll respond with weapons, and they will think you just want to play, Sasuke?â
He let out a sharp exhale, exhaustion painting his expression. You donât understand.
âThe only resolution at first is having a truce like Naruto wanted.â
Something in your gaze made Sasuke continue this, after already failing to stop until now.
âAnd if they refuse?â
A signal. Sasuke could tell all of this talk happened just for you to end up here, maybe not exactly taking this long, but you knew how hard it was to reach him. Just by the look you gave him, you reminded him of past missions when the only thing you both needed to understand the situation ahead was to look at each other.
âSteal their power.â
How? He questioned without a word. You looked at the camera as Sasuke followed the gesture, yet he did not move to see it himself, as he already knew why you did so.
He knew his people watch you both. Sasuke wasnât naive; when you told him about the worms in his own team, he didnât disapprove. Curious minds, ready to change tribes if the goals align. He kept them in check, yet you never knew.
For the appearance, Sasuke returned to his usual persona, but now for different reasons.
âFor the disturbance you created, with or without S.S. help, sign the documents. The sanctions youâll take will be established first thing in the morning. Jugo will come after. Iâll assign a room.â
You swing the pen and rush over the paper he gave you again in a lazy signature. Your mouth twitched, glancing at him.
âDo you mean a prison-like room? Such a gentleman.â
He murmured as he leaned to take the files, hands touching electrifyingly. His gaze locked on you.
âItâs temporary.â
You lowered your tone, not taking your eyes from him. âOf course it is.â One more look, followed by a nod, and the room missed his presence. âSee you, Sasuke.â
a/n: todayâs forecast is severe uchiha yearning with a 90% chance of emotionally repressed forehead touches dedicated to my beautiful moot @arabella0001, i hope this makes you smile đ€
word count: 1,349
content: post-war sasuke uchiha generally being allergic to vulnerability unless it sneaks up on him with a knife
There is something uniquely dangerous about loving Sasuke Uchiha because he is not a man built for easy attachment. He loves like winter soil clinging onto buried fireâquietly, reluctantly, absolutely.
In the beginning, your relationship would feel less like courtship and more like being slowly permitted closer to a feral animal that keeps expecting the hand reaching for it to become a weapon. Not because he dislikes you, it's actually the opposite; Sasuke becomes colder when he cares. He watches himself around you with frightening precision because attachment still feels dangerous to him for a very long time; he has lost too many people to trust happiness without expecting a blade to be hidden inside it. So early affection comes in strange forms: He walks you home without mentioning it, he remembers little details that you forgot about telling him, he appears beside you any time you need help, he silently positions himself between you and any perceived danger without even thinking about it. Sasuke has a deeply protective streak that becomes very obvious in a relationship. He is constantly aware of his surroundings and unconsciously keeps track of where you are, especially in crowded or dangerous situations. Sometimes it manifests subtly, like a hand at your back guiding you through a crowd, and other times it becomes intensely serious if he believes you are truly threatened. You realise he loves you long before he ever says it because his body rearranges itself around your safety.
Sasuke is deeply tactile in private and near untouchable in public. Not out of embarrassment. Possessiveness, maybe a little. Privacy? Definitely. He hates the feeling of other people witnessing something soft from him; it feels exposed in the same way standing unarmed might feel exposed. Behind closed doors, he is an entirely different creature. He adores unconscious contact like your legs thrown across his lap while he reads, your face pressed against his shoulder while he maintains his weapons, fingers hooked loosely in your clothes while you sleep. When he's exhausted, truly exhausted, he becomes clingy in ways he would vehemently deny under torture. He gravitates toward your warmth like his nervous system only powers down correctly when he's near you. The intimacy of simply existing together peacefully means far more to him than grand declarations.
Arguments with Sasuke are rarely loud. He does not explode outwardly often anymore, he freezes. Silence becomes his defence mechanism when he's hurt or overwhelmed. The problem is that his silence carries weight with itâit makes rooms feel colder, it makes air turn tight around the ribs. The hardest stage of loving Sasuke is learning that when he withdraws, he is usually trying not to wound you with whatever storm is moving through his head, and the hardest thing for him to learn is that shutting you out hurts you anyway. Eventually, the relationship becomes less about 'never fighting' and more about learning how to come back to one another afterwards. Sasuke apologises badly at first, awkwardly, like he's trying to translate into a language he barely speaks. His apologies are sincere, though, because his behaviour changes following them. That his how he tells you he loves you most consistently: correction, effort, and return. Loving him requires patience, but he gives that same patience in turn.
Sasuke is wildly observant to your emotional state. This man notices everything. The stiffness in your shoulders, the difference between tiredness and sadness, the exact tells that let him know when you're overwhelmed, when your smile is performative rather than genuine, the tone your voice takes when you're pretending to be okay. He spent years surviving by reading danger in microscopic shifts and then skill never truly disappears. The catch is that he often notices your distress before you do, and if you're someone who self-destructs privately, Sasuke becomes fiercely protective. Not controlling, necessarily, but he is very intent on reducing burdens once he realises you're reaching your limit. So he starts handling things before you ask. He'll cook, he'll take over chores, he'll steer social interactions away from you, he will stand guard like a wolf sitting before the entrance of its den.
Trust with Sasuke is sacred. He does not give trust halfway. Once you have it, you have something immovable. If someone insults you unfairly, he remembers. If someone hurts you intentionally, he remembers longer. There is an almost chilling certainty to the way his loyalty operates once you become part of his inner world. You stop fearing abandonment with him eventually because Sasuke's love is not fickle. If anything, it's stubborn to the point of self-destruction. The horrifying part is realising he would burn himself hollow protecting the people he loves if left unchecked.
Domesticity changes him more than anything else ever could. Not dramatically; Sasuke is never going to become loud or overly expressive overnight, but little things soften in him. He starts lingering instead of disappearing constantly, he learns your routines as he slowly gets used to your presence being woven into the tapestry of his life. Sometimes you catch moments that almost feel unreal: Sasuke half-asleep with his hair loose and sunlight across his face, his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder while you cook, looking up from across the room with this unbearably gentle expression on his face like he still cannot believe you stayed. Domestic peace affects him like thawing frostbitten handsâpainful, at first, then addictive.
Jealousy with Sasuke is subtle but lethal. He is not the type to start a scene, he is the type to silently appear beside you with one hand settling at your waist while staring another person down hard enough to qualify as psychological warfare. The worst part? Half the time he does not even realise he's doing it. đ Possessiveness leaks out of him the most when he feels emotionally insecure or disconnected from you, especially early in your relationship when part of him is still bracing to lose everything unexpectedly. Once mature trust settles in, though, the jealousy quiets down and becomes more amusing. Dry comments, calm interruptions, that infamous Uchiha Stareâą sharpening whenever someone is getting too comfortable with you.
Physical intimacy with Sasuke would be intensely emotional even when neither of you says much. Like some of the other men in the cast, vulnerability and desire are deeply intertwined for him. Eye contact matters to him, forehead touches, hands gripping fabric, breathing each other in like memorisation. Sasuke strikes me as someone who loves slowly at first, cautiously, until the dam breaks and suddenly all the suppressed intensity surfaces at once. And afterwards? Oh, the softness is ruinous. This terrifying man who looks carved from shadow and old grief delicately brushing hair from your face, thumb tracing absentmindedly across your pulse points, holding you against his chest like he's calming something ancient inside himself.
He would struggled profoundly with the idea of deserving you. Even years later, especially after happier periods in your life together. Trauma survivors sometimes become most frightened when life finally turns gentle because now there is something precious to lose. There would be nights where Sasuke looks at you with almost crushing tenderness and distance at the same time because part of him still cannot reconcile love with survival. Those moments require patience, not reassurance every second, just simple presence. Your hand in his, your forehead against his, proof that you are still here. Over time, that consistency becomes the thing that finally teaches him that peace can be survivable too.
Loving Sasuke ultimately means understanding that beneath all the restraint, intelligence, sharpness, and griefâŠhe loves with startling sincerity. Sasuke is not a casual lover, he is not convenient, he does not do halfway. Once he lets you into his heart, you become stitched into the structure of him permanently. That kind of love from someone like Sasuke Uchiha would feel less like fireworks and more like standing beside a mountain in winter and realising that the snow-covered thing beside you would collapse the very heavens before letting you freeze alone.
All rights reserved. Please do not repost, copy, translate, plagiarise, or feed my work into AI. Reblogs are deeply appreciated; reposts are not permitted.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
-wheeze- I accidentally tapped the unfollow button while trying to hit the ask button bc I'm an idiot. Anyway hi Ara my love~ May I please request Itachi, Sasuke, Genma (for Moni), & Mada (if you're okay with doing them, along with whoever else you wanna do, please feel free to take artistic liberties with this~ đ) accidentally stumbles on reader who almost never speaks singing to themselves, only if it tickles your fancy~ I know you said you'd only do requests if they interests you, so please feel free to disregard this one~
Donât worry xD Iâm not sure you saw my answer, but I said I have something similar here. Itâs about a reader having a talent they hide from Naruto men for different reasons. Maybe you like itđ«¶đœ
Can you do a Kakashi x reader please where they meet up once a week to discuss there teams while they play dice or cards but Kakashi decided yall should drink while play and you teased about the loser of each game strips and he took it seriously and it lead to really heated smut.
First of all⊠Hey? xD I like your request. Itâs really hot đ For now, Iâve closed requests and I already have a Kakashi fic to write! But feel free to remind me here again if you still want in the future :)
Hello!! Iâm hoping this isnât a odd request itâs pretty specific, feel free to ignore or delate! But could you do the Uchihaâs + Kakashi and Sakura with a GN S/O who had a friend do a baby shower for herself on their birthday , they live with said friend and came home after work and the S/O gets miffed but not annoyed, they donât mind really but would have liked if she had asked at least, and they feel bad for venting to their S/O.
Sorry if this is a weird one đđ„Č this happened to on my bday this year like 2 days ago,
Iâve stopped taking requests for now because I have too much to write/update :( It sounds like a tough situation to be in. I mean, I get it, it would have been nice if theyâd at least asked you first, just as a courtesy, to let you know they care about how you feel. I guess they chose that day for their own personal reasons, so I hope youâre both okay now.
Still, if it helps, Kakashi/Sakura and the Uchihaâs will most likely spend your birthday with you and try to make you happy how much they can!
Hi! I can't tell if your requests are open, and if they aren't feel free to delete this! But could I get kakashi, and anyone else you want with a chronically ill reader? I have really bad a fatigue most days and cant get out of bed some days but I try my hardest to be usefully and end up.pushing myself a little to far heh.
Hello, love :) My requests were open for a while, but I've closed them for now because I have too much to write. :( I'm sorry you're feeling bad, and I hope you feel better soon.
If it makes you feel better, Kakashi would most likely take care of you as much as he possibly could. He'd cook you a hot meal (or at least buy you one? Not the best cook!).He would go to the pharmacy whenever you need it (his love language is most probably acts of service). And of course, he will help you to sleep, staying in his arms. He doesnât really know what it means to take such good care of someone, but heâd definitely want to learn for you!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
alrightyyy babe can you give me some teen Obito headcanons for the scenarios I had described to ya T_T đ
àŒ Tags: teen Obito, fluff, friends to lovers
àŒ Requested scenario: How Obito will react if you confess to him first?
Obito was a lovely child ever since he was young. At least in your eyes. His fiery determination blended seamlessly with his kind-hearted nature and those soft, brown eyes. It was truly admirable.
And you made sure to voice every thought on your mind.
âGood job, Obito! You almost crushed him!â
Obito blinked, thoroughly defeated by his opponent, his glare directed at Kakashi evaporating as he looked up at you, a wide smile spreading across his face.
You offered him your hand, and he took it, before you placed a hand on his back, guiding him toward a benchânot before sticking your tongue out at Kakashi, who merely raised an eyebrow in response.
So Obito tried, every single time, to make you proud of him, inadvertently helping himself become a better version of who he was.
And of course, surprising you whenever he got the opportunity.
Meaning, every attempt your Obito made to capture your attention came in the form of the sweetest gestures a little boy could possibly offer his crush. Carrying your schoolbag after class. Picking the prettiest flower along the road, only to present it to you with flushed cheeks. Holding your hand whenever you lost your way. Arguing with anyone who got too close to you because their intentions didn't seem particularly friendly for Obitoâs taste.
And you were no different. Always complimenting him. Always seeking out his presence. Always hugging him excitedly whenever you hadn't seen him for a few days.
And so it continued throughout the years until he grew older, mature enough to gather the courage to ask you to be his lover. Not that it hadn't been obvious before. Everyone knew that, ever since childhood, the two of you had been bound together by a red string of fate.
âObito, when we grow older, promise you'll still be here? And that we'll always stay together?â
He felt his eyes sting at the time, only nodding frantically as he took your hands in his, his heart fluttering wildly within his chest.
âYes! Yes, yes. Always!â
â
In the present, Obito was pacing near the front gate of the school, waiting for you to arrive. You knew something was wrong from the moment you saw him, familiar as you were with every expression that could grace that handsome face.
â[Name]!â
âYes?â
He jogged forward until he stood directly in front of you. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his gaze drifting elsewhere.
âObito, what's wrong?â
He whispered so quietly that you barely caught it.
âI wanted to talk about something...â
âWhat?â
âI wanted to talk about something!â
Both of your eyes widened at how serious he sounded, and Obito released a breath of relief when you laughed. He missed it every time you didn't laugh or smile, though he liked to believe he was capable of keeping you happy whenever you were with him.
âYeah? You can tell me anything, Obito.â
He gulped, his throat already dry from nervousness.
âI wanted... I wanted to ask you something.â
You could see the tremor running through his body, his hands twitching at his sides. Your smile widened, your heart pounding against your ribs. You knew. You had waited for this for so long.
âPlease, tell me. I want to hear it, Obito.â
âY-Yes?â You nodded, and he glanced at you shyly. âI suppose I'm not exactly the most inscrutable guy, and you probably already know what this is about... but I wanted to tell you directly because you deserve that.â He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.
He was struggling too hard, so you didnât have much choice than to be the one taking the lead.
âI like you, Obito.â
Obito blinked a few times. His ears were ringing, and his body only had grown noticeably warmer. Your smile faded slightly as a tear rolled gently down his cheek before you panicked. He wiped away a tear with his elbow, trying to hide it from you.
âNo, no! Obito.â You cupped his face in your hands, making him look at you until he had no choice but to continue.
âI love you, [Name]. And... I want to show you just how much I've always wanted you in my life... only if you want that too.â
The silence between you was agonizing for Obitoâuntil it wasn't. He was terrified, terrified that he had gotten everything wrong, until suddenly you threw yourself into his arms, and he embraced you instantly, your hands settling on his shoulders.
âIt sure took you long enough!â
His lips parted in surprise as he gazed into your lovely eyes, then down at your soft lips.
âI love you too, Obito. But I'm sure you already knew that.â
He nodded. He did. Still, Obito had been utterly scared of your answer. But now, as you looked at him as though you truly meant every word, and as your eyes lingered on his lips as well, it became unmistakably clear. The two of you belonged together.
Obito cupped your cheek, leaning in slowly until his lips met yours in a gentle, innocent kiss. Only then did his heart thunder within his chest for reasons that had nothing to do with anxiety, but everything to do with happiness.
Just spent 45 minutes researching what a specific street in a city smells like in october so i could write the word "damp." the word is in the final draft. it is doing its job. it cost me 45 minutes and a mild obsession with historical weather records. worth it. the word is perfect. you would not believe how hard i worked on that word.
If possible, can you write about Naruto characters reacting to their s/o yelling at them is a different language. Iâm Chinese, so Chinese would be preferred, but feel free to use your native language instead. Any Naruto characters is fine
àŒ Tags: pre-established relationship, a little fight, cursing here and bere, fluff, modern au for Uchiha
àŒ Requested scenario: Naruto characters reacting to their s/o yelling at them is a different language.
credits for the fanart: @sso_s__ on twitter
Kakashi
The clock signaled midnight. A flicker of moonlight filtered into the kitchen you shared with Kakashi, trying to give the small yet efficient space a comforting atmosphere whenever you stepped inside. To make it feel more like home, you had filled it with little things infused with both of your essencesâpersonalized mugs, two in number, hand-painted ceramic plates (homemade after you suggested creative indoor dates), and colorful plants placed near the windows to brighten the room.
Now the place was cozy enough.
There were even sticky notes scattered here and there from both of you, reminders about things that mattered.
Like the one you had left before he departed, the first word underlined.
âDonât lose time, Iâll miss you too much. :)â
Besides missing himâwhich was normal after an entire week without any sign of him despite it being only a Rank B mission he had to superviseâyou were scared.
Kakashi was strong. You knew it. Everyone knew it. But even a strong shinobi could be caught off guard, right? So what if supervising the kids he cared so much about went wrong? What if it wasnât even the mission itself, but the journey back that turned dangerous? What ifâ
The fƫrin hanging by the front door chimed softly.
Or at least you thought it did.
It wasnât like you could hear any of his footsteps until he was standing right behind you. Not fast enough to startle you (not that Kakashi intended to), but you turned around anyway.
Something in your expression made Kakashi hesitate before stepping closer.
âHey.â
âHey.â
âTrouble sleeping?â
Kakashi sized you up briefly, assessing the situation and mentally assigning a risk score to how dead he might be if he said the wrong thing. Dark circles from lack of sleep. A body tense and alert around him when he should have been your safest place. A glare so seething he was surprised he hadnât burst into flames yet.
So... bad enough.
Maybe a 7 out of 10.
âWhat do you think?â
He stepped closer until he noticed how tightly your hands gripped the faucet. Oh.
âIâm sorry, [Name]. I think there was a misunderstanding. I realized too late that I shouldâve sent a message back.â
Your voice was low enough for him to hear every word clearly.
âA misunderstanding? A misunderstanding about what exactly, Kakashi?â
Kakashi knew he had better explain quickly. You looked like a ticking bomb.
Still, he doubted heâd get out of this so easily.
âAs you know, Team 7 was assigned that mission... I didnât realize I should tell you that, although rare, there was still some risk involved.â
There was something hidden in his gaze that made your heart leap for a second.
One of your worst fears had been correct. His life had been in danger too.
Kakashiâs eyes widened slightly at your unusual reaction, watching the different emotions cross your face as you articulated words in a foreign language.
He tried to raise his hands in surrender, but you had already turned away, slapping the countertop in frustration.
Hearing you switch to your native language to express sadness and anger was new to him. It felt as though you were using a jutsu he had never encountered beforeâwhich was rare.
He exhaled heavily at the same moment you did.
The sound made you tilt your head slightly before straightening your back and turning around. Your lower back hit the counter once again, arms crossed tightly over your chest. Your tongue felt heavy, but you had to say it. A composed shinobi shouldnât react like that.
âIâm sorry, Kakashi. I shouldnât have yelled. The most important thing is that youâre alive... and the kids are too. Good job.â
Who were you trying to fool with that trembling voice? Why did you feel the urge to hide your emotions from him?
Fuck. He saw the redness in your eyes, tears only moments away from staining your cheeks. At that point, Kakashi stopped caring about how you might react. He crossed the kitchen in a few firm strides until his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his embrace.
Kakashi rested his chin atop your head, one hand brushing through your hair before cupping your face, his knuckles grazing your cheek gently. You sniffled quietly until he spoke, causing you to pull back slightly and look up at him.
âDonât apologize. You mustâve been scared all alone.â
Your glare was much cuter now, not nearly as terrifying.
âI wasnât scared alone! I was scared because of you!â
He watched you press your face against his chest, giving him just enough time to conceal the vulnerability that flickered across his features at your sincere words. He adjusted his tone. His other hand moved to rub your back soothingly as his voice softened into a whisper.
âIâm here now.â His fingers lingered against your back. âIâm here now, love.â
Itachi
It wasnât exactly justified or reasonable to yell at your partner, especially at someone like Itachi. Itâs just... Itachi could sometimes be a pain in the ass.
It was strange for Itachi to forget something like this. Ever since the beginning of your relationship, he had paid attention to every detail, planning ahead and taking care of any possible need you might have. So how come he replied to your texts today saying he had forgotten about the little trip the two of you had planned to Iriomote Island? A barely populated place, perfect for the two of you, covered in dense jungle and mangrove thickets.
Before he came home, Itachi had no idea you were upset about it. Maybe a slight suspicion, since you always replied to his messages, but he figured you might be busy packing, excited for your anniversary getaway.
He knew you had sensed him the moment he stepped inside the house. Itachi had made a conscious effort not to startle you like he used to (unintentionally), with how silent and graceful his movements were. So why did you only spare him a brief glance from the couch? And only one tea cup? You must be tired, considering you usually waited for him with two cups, just as he often did for you.
âIâm home.â
You muttered under your breath.
âI can see.â
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek that left it flushed, yet your gaze remained sharp. Only afterward did he hang his coat on the rack, sensing the atmosphere in the room.
âDid something happen?â You shook your head, and the corner of Itachiâs mouth twitched at the innocent pout you gave him, prompting him to press further. â[Name]?â
You groaned, pushing yourself off the couch with your palms as you pretended to head toward the bedroom, your voice laced with irritation.
âWhat do you mean, âDid something happen,â Itachi?â
He followed you with a faint smile, his steps slow behind you as you entered the room. His eyes quickly landed on the half-packed luggage scattered across the floor, one suitcase left open and unfinished.
âI understand youâre busy and all, but it surprised me when you told me you hadnât bought the train tickets. Weâll definitely miss the cheaper prices, or even worse, we wonât find availability for the dates we wanted!â
You gestured wildly with your back turned to him, pacing around the room in frustration.
âWe wonât lose them. Because... I already bought the tickets.â
You spun around abruptly, your eyes widening. Itachiâs own eyes widened slightly at your tone.
âWhat?â
You paused, thinking back to his message.
âYou bought the tickets, didnât you?â
âDid I? Iâll have to checkâŠIâm not sure.â
Was he being sarcastic? Itachi? Through text messages?
âăăžă§ăăăžă§ăăăžă§ïŒ ăă€ăçéąçźăăăăïŒ ăăăȘăźç„ăăăăȘăăăăïŒâšâSerious, serious, serious! Youâre always serious! How was I supposed to know?â
Itachi didnât move an inch from where he stood. The regret appeared on your face instantly after you had practically shouted at him.
âI-Iâm sorry.â
He spoke calmly, his gaze showing no sign of being bothered by your reaction.
âWhat does your words mean?â
You dropped onto the edge of the bed, lowering your head slightly.
âThat Iâm never sure when youâre serious or not because youâre...â
âAlways.â
â...always like this.â You lifted your gaze to him when he spoke at the same time as you while he gently patted your head after it. âI shouldnât have yelled. Iâm sorry.â
He could see the regret in your eyes, making any further discussion feel unnecessary.
âI see. Then Iâll try to show you more sides of myself from now on.â
A small smile began to form on your face until he noticed the teasing glint in your eyes.
âYeah? And which side of Uchiha Itachi should I be more aware of?â
His eyes mirrored yoursânot as obvious, but still visible. At least to you.
Itachi crouched down and began organizing the luggage for the vacation.
âThereâs plenty of time to discover them, my love.â
Sasuke
With Sasuke, it wasnât hard not to get annoyed. Although complementary people, your attachment styles blended impeccably (when you wanted them to). Him avoidant, you disorganized (anxious-avoidant). You had to meet in the middle otherwise it would turn into an argument every time, and neither of you wanted that.
Although, you canât say that you donât end up at an emotional disadvantage sometimes with Sasuke. He definitely loves you, heâd even give his life for you, but sometimesâŠ? Communication is no longer a problem, youâre not in kindergarten anymore, but comprehension? Different story.
Sometimes he listens, communicates, but doesnât understand you exactly. Doesnât understand from where are you coming from.
Like now when you asked him to come with you somewhere in town, just to hang out.
Sasuke had no clue right now, he didnât know that his girlfriend was actually extremely irritated while getting ready to go out with the girls (also Naruto and the others). He barely lifted his gaze from his book when you slammed the mascara onto the desk.
âTell me one good reason why you donât wanna hang out with me.â
Sasuke looked up with a frown.
âWith you?â
âYes, with me. Most people come with their lovers, only I donât! Never!â He didnât like the voice that kept rising, shooting you a sharp look that made you roll your eyes. âOkay, fine. Almost never!â
âIâm not in the mood for socializing with their exhausting energy. Is that really so hard to understand?â
Well, Sasuke is not blind. He realized he chose the wrong words and the wrong tone for a not-so-important problem he shouldâve navigated gently because he knows what comes next.
âCe dracu, Sasuke? E asa greu sa vii?â
âWhat the hell, Sasuke? Is it really that hard to come?â
When you instantly wiped the tear off your cheek and turned away, Sasuke immediately got up and walked toward you. Even though you had your back turned, Sasuke moved slowly, slowly toward you, until his hand stopped halfway there to know if he should embrace you. His fingers brushed yours.
He whispered, not any hint of anger in his own.
âWhat did you say?â
âYou donât like to hang out with me when we are with our friends?â
He shook his head at your insecure words, leaning slowly his head on your shoulder as he gazed at you.
âThatâs not the case at all. I just⊠prefer to hang out less than you do. ButâŠIâll come tonight.â
Now you were the one shaking your head, looking at him, taking the hand that tried to take yours in his.
âNo, no. I donât wanna force you orââ
âYou donât. You canât force me. Iâll come.â
No one can force Sasuke to do things he doesnât want to. If he comes tonight, itâs not because he feels obligated. Itâs because his comfort zone can be compromised to hang out outside more often if it means youâll be happy.
You lowered your head toward his before you pressed a peck on his cheek. He leaned his forehead against yours too as he whispered.
Hello! I love your works and see your requests are open. Would you be willing to do a Gojo x reader? Where Gojo ties up and teases the reader but kinda brat tamer x brat vibes? If that makes any sense lol, have an amazing day!
Hello again đ«¶đœ Itâs done here. Kisses and a good day! Muah
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
Ę.đ„ Tags: smut with at least a little plot, established relationship, p in v, rough sex, oral (both receiving), creampie, light sub/dom, praising kink, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, aftercare; the duality of Gojo Satoru
credits for the fanart: @_3aem on twitter
A/N: Based on this request. (˶Ëâ€Ë˶) 7.2 k words
Satoruâs speed of light was a necessity in urgent times. Condensing the space between where he is right now (finishing an annoying mission at the other part of the city) and his target (you) was really much needed. That doesnât mean he abuses his power if his real desire is to come home to his love that probably waited for him these past days.
What digs his grave deeper is that he said it will take no time. Poof, and heâs home. He even bragged about it a little. But how could he leave his lovely kids all alone with no supervision? What if they need him? They are juniors in jujutsu's world. The fact he did go here and there to show them some places around the beaches in Kings Chiba was not a big deal. It was a first for them! Itâs not like he reaaally wanted to go. It was just his idea!
But⊠But. Satoruâs inner voices announced to him faintly that you hadn't replied to his texts for a while, yet he brushed it off. It's not like there's a chance his lover might be very irritated right now.
He didnât knock; he just opened the front door of your home, lightly like his steps, until they guided him instantly upstairs at no sight of you. Satoru ruffled his hair and stretched his body as we walked through the hallway; not a thought was in his mind besides that he could really need a shower. As he slowly opened your rooms' doors, he reached inside.
You must be really tired, as you didnât even sense him. He liked to joke before about how you could never be one step ahead of him here, but now? He didnât even try that much. In fact, he wanted to see you. Awake.
He raised an eyebrow at the way you slept, on your side, pillow barely covering your almost bare body that messed a little with his head, yet your phone was in your grip. Hm. So you saw his messages. He decides to go wash himself, coming later to bed when you were already way too far from him, almost hugging the wall.
Satoru was completely unaware that you faked being, much too annoyed at him, even though youâre glad he is finally back.
You moved your hand smoothly, coordinated despite the agitating noise in your mind. The breakfast was simple, sweet just how he enjoyed it. Not like you did it intentionally. You only gave Satoru a side glance when he came into the kitchen, enough to see him yawn, stretching his arms above his head, enough to catch a glimpse of his waist. Annoying.
âOh, no chocolate?â
His mouth twitched at the glare you sent over your shoulder as he approached you from behind. Satoruâs hand settled on your waist, giving you a peck on the cheek. You didnât budge. The pancakes were more worthy of your attention, spreading maple syrup over them and the berries sprawled on top.
Your voice was robotic, a passive-aggressive tone melded into it.
âI thought we said we would try to eat healthier.â
He clicked his tongue, a silent complaint that carried no real weight, more teasing than anything. But somehow, Satoru was more composed than usual, murmuring a quiet âOkayâ before he gave you another peck and returned to the table.
As clueless as Satoru might seem, he could feel a pressure hanging over him, yet he decided to brush it off for now. His attention focused on the phone, smiling at some pictures Yuuji sent him. He looked up at you when you placed the plate in front of him and he noticed you taking a glance at what he was watching.
âThank you, baby. Want to see them?â
You cut him off as you sat down on the chair across from him.
âHow was the mission?â He blinked when he heard the slight sharpness in your tone. You looked at him seriously, even as the sound of forks only mixed with the tension. âWas it hard for them?â
He gestured with a hand, smiling faintly.
âNo, it was pretty easy.â He turned around in the chair, crossing one leg over the other as he rolled the pancake with his fingers(like a freak), taking a bite before speaking again. âNo special grade curses. Ah, you really shouldâve seen Yuuji throwingââ
âA week spent on grade 4 curses?â
It was the second time Satoru got cut off, but he didnât mind. He only raised an eyebrow.
âWell, it was an infestation at the hospital. Both of them.â
âBoth?â
âYes. Two hospitals next to each other. The second one contained the actual source of curses.â
You hummed, swallowing your words. Still not excusable. The chair scraped against the floor as you rose to your feet to dump the plate, not wanting to wash it because it meant staying here longer with him.
On the other hand, Satoru sized you up, the teacher clothes really suited you, making your curves more accentuated, appealing to his lovely blue eyes.
You caught him when you turned around, almost making him embarrassed by the way you looked at him, like he wasnât allowed.
âAlready going? Do you want me to drive you to Jujutsu High?â You walked towards the exit door of your apartment as he lifted his hand, trying to brush against your, to catch you, anything. Where was his goodbye kiss?
âI saw you had fun with the kids at the beach.â
âIt was fun. Maybe we can go soon? Hm?â
âBye, Satoru.â
The door handle clicked shut, not so gently, leaving Satoru dumbfounded.
Sooo⊠someoneâs mad.
***
Itâs not a common occurrence to go without him at school. Because he is late most of the time, not because you avoid people seeing you together. A few words of dissent might have been uttered by the higher-up at first, but Satoru dismissed your worries. He said their inability to act beyond mere complaints, given their own exploitation of him, while he retained the freedom to pursue his own aims with his title. And you hate them anyway.
Itâs not a common occurrence for him to be all over your place when you worked, following you in classes or anything. Maybe before you got together. He had an evil desire to tease you, calling it "courting." And now you feel like you were right in the beginning.
Just now, sitting in a small window to drink the second coffee with Shoko in a relaxing corner, near her working place since your office it's next to her, was distrupted by your not-so lovely boyfriend.
"Hello, hello. Might if I join?"
Shoko observed as you sighed, turning your ergonomic chair to focus on the papers ahead for the next lesson. As highly skilled as she is as a doctor, the primary physician for Jujutsu High School, Shoko was your first help when you joined the school. You were teaching her methods to young generations that might be their followers, or at least be educated in this area.
Shoko checked her hand clock, puffing out the smoke in the room. The air purifier might come in handy, but by the way Shoko smokes at least 1 pack a day, it still made Satou wave the polluted air with his hand.
"Shouldn't you be in the class?"
"Should I? Maybe." He gave his friend his usually carefree grin as he came behind you, giving both of your shoulders a little squeeze, massaging the knots, the contraction of your tired muscles that indeed needed relief, but now they tensed further as he was the one touching you. He bent down, tilting his head until his face was next to you, watching your focused, serious look as you scribbled some points you needed to explain soon. "But more important is to see what my lovely partner is doing, right?"
Shoko flicked the cigarette in the ashtray, her elbow sitting lazily near it on her desk. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, not like she cares about what's other business, but more like curiosity to see why her friend purposely ignores Satoru. She understands, anyway.
"You can see now." You murmur, giving him a short glance, not letting your eyes linger on his, black sunglasses sitting lower on the nose so it was hard to avoid the galaxies in his eyes.
"I'm always impressed by how much effort you put into these lessons. Really, you deserve a promotion."
"Shoko deserves one first."
Shoko snorted, shaking her head slightly as she spoke. "Yeah, like they will ever do promotions."
He was too damn close, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face, making your skin prickle in return.
"Nothing I couldn't resolve."
In moments like this, Satoru will wait for a retort back, rolling your eyes, anything. But the only thing he could see was the weight of your grip on your pen, ink pressing on the sheet, eyes not meeting his, body unmovable, basically just accepting his presence. He straightened his body, biting his lip before he made eye contact with Shoko, who gave him a funny, small look, telling him, âYou fucked up, huh?â. He shoved his hand in his pants pockets, watching your back as he spoke.
"Okay, okay. Someone is busy. I get the message. I'll wait for you after school, yes?" At the lack of an answer, Satoru spoke again as he opened the door for him to leave. "Yes, [Name]?"
"Yeah." You gestured with your hand, not turning around. "Good luck withâŠwhatever you're doing. Bye."
"Mhm. Bye, baby."
You could feel Shoko's stare on you as you mumble under your breath.
"Don't ask."
***
Satoru was a man of his words, when he wanted to.
As you left the school, not even taking a step outside of it, a car's tires lost traction, causing a screeched sound to trouble your ears. The door opened automatically, giving you a free show of your lover sitting thereâarm resting on the edge of the car window while he propped his head against his knuckles, the other arm was lazily over the black wheel. His black glasses still on, the irritating grin still on his face.
"Right on time."
"Mhm."
You come on his left, to the empty seat, even though your intrusive thoughts suggest you go in the back, treating it like a normal taxi drive, but that's too petty.
Speaking on the back seat, Satoru turned his body dramatically. "Oh, right." His long hand was searching for something until he found it. A bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."
Ajisai flowers. The most iconic apology flowers in Japan. Rooted in a historical folktale where an emperor gifted them to a maiden to apologise for neglecting her.
You glanced at them, then at him as he gave you a soft smile, like the flower choice wasn't intentional.
Everything is intentional with Satoru.
"Thank you, Satoru. They are beautiful." You smiled back only with your eyes, but it was enough for him. But then, you added. "Especially this kind of flower."
Satoru starts driving, his hand moving smoothly. He gave you a short glance, pretending to be sooo focused on the drive.
"Yes? They suited you."
"Yes? Should I also buy Nemophila ones? They match your eyes."
Nemophilia, or "baby blue eyes", flowers symbolise the sentiment of "I forgive you."
He chuckled, and you felt more annoyed as he completely dodgedthe subtle remark. "To give me flowers? I'm not sure, baby. Never received before."
You took your eyes away from him, deciding to focus more on the window and the passing cars; it was easier to control the situation.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to give you anytime soon."
Sometimes, he likes to open the door for you manually, running to your door like a gentleman would do, but today, as he wanted to press the button, you stopped him mid-air.
"Don't need to."
You missed his puzzled expression as he looked at you getting out of the car while you already started walking towards your shared house. Since his money wasn't ever a problem, the house wasn't small either. And now, it overwhelmed you, wanting only to go inside, take a bath and do anything that didn't include him. He almost ran, more like jogging towards you until he opened the front door for you.
For once, Satoru was silent. He barely heard your murmured "Thank you", as you didn't even look at him. You dropped your clothing on the coat rack, your shoes came off, and you were out.
He should talk, shouldn't he? He dropped himself over the couch, looking at the ceiling and almost laughed at himself. His love is upstairs, ignoring him, and here he is, forced to face his feelings. He almost feels like a teenager. A sudden thought entangled him. What will his old friend say? He will probably know how to resolve this. He always did⊠before.
Anyway, Satoru rewinds the last week, even scrolls through the messages. The universe even decided to help him a little with some random thoughts passing through his mind and old flashbacks of your fight with him before he joined a mission. It was a dangerous one. You didn't even like him that time. Or you did? Now he needs to know. Maybe he was clueless back there and he missed the subtle signs. But he remembers you told him something along the lines of "Call us. At least to let us know you're good." As he brushed your fear off. He's the strongest, did you forget? âPlease, Satoru. Don't act so arrogant. It doesn't help!" At the second line, Satoru looked at you a second too long under his white bandages that hide his eyes, before nodding to you slowly.
You hate not knowing his whereabouts. It's not really personal, is it? More like, you fear your closest one can disappear all of the sudden. In fact, he realises he is not so much different from you. Besides that, in the morning you said something about the beach he went to. You didn't speak about things like this randomly. It might mean something.
Satoru sighed, raising himself from the couch. Less talk, more action. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you coming down the stairs in your pyjamas, wearing a satin nightgown over it, probably coming right from the bath. Beautiful, he thought. Still, how long did he stay here on the couch?
"I wanted to buy some takeout. Your favourite?"
Your back was to him, taking a glass to fill with water from the cabinet above your head. He almost hissed as your shorts raised a little, more skin visible to his eyes. You caught him as he did so; your late response wasn't minded since Satoru's mind was somewhere else entirely for a moment.
"Not hungry. Maybe later."
He watched you go again to the stairs. Your firm steps played with his heart, at least a little. Every step was in tandem with his pulse.
"[Name]."
This really shouldn't take too long.
On your side, your thoughts were anything but calm. Did I do too much? You missed him, probably as much as he missed you. You're sure he realised something is off by the time he came home and you didn't hug or kiss him, not at night, not in the morning, not all day. But he wouldn't learn if you'll accept anything.
You hate doing games like this. You know he cares about you. Damn, sometimes you're surprised by how affectionate Satoru can be. Yet, when he refuses to be serious when you need him to, a fear takes root inside of you. Should you cut the roots? Sure. Easy to say. You said you were not hungry. You were. Well, more hungry for something else entirely.
You hate it when he looks at you like this. Like he wants you right here and here. Even before, you knew something restless sat behind those blue eyes when he looked at you. Maybe he wasn't even aware of it. You hate it when he craves your touch because it makes you crave it too. It's not even about sex, but the desire to be close to each other, two souls apart that can't resist much without each other. But you're still annoyed by him. By leaving for no reason for so much time. He should've at least told you, not treating you like a common friend he usually speaks with, not minding giving any personal details.
Well, he did share pictures every time with him. Or the kids. Or with a random cat, dog, or any animal he found. Or every place he visited.
You sighed, staring at the ceiling until you heard the bathroom door. Your pulse ticked every time you heard a step of him from the corridor. Shit, he is coming here.
You rise from the bed, already up when he enters the door and sees you preparing for the next day at school, making your bag and choosing your clothes. Satoru sized you up, seeing the slight tremble in your body.
That's it.
You felt his presence closer and closer until your breath stilled.
Satoruâs hand brushed lightly against your arm, the other finding a place on your waist. As you felt it, the impulse to turn around to escape his intoxicating heat stilled, just like ghe air in you lungs when he whispered against your ear, tilting his head in doing so.
âCan I know why my baby ignored me all day?â He sensed you wanted to move, not giving you a chance when his arms, which just sent goosebumps over your arm until now, came on top of your belly, pushing you against him. âShould I drag the answer myself?â
Your voice wavered, an opening for him.
"IâI donât want to talk.â
He hummed against your ear, his face buried in your neck. âYou donât want to?" He left faint kisses here and here, enough for your skin to heat. âThen can I make you talk?â You place your hand over his on your belly, intent on escaping his grip as your pulse accelerates, blurring your senses and your anger. âHmm? You knowâŠI can't take it anymore.â
He let you go from his warm embrace as you turned around, having a much clearer look at how your chest rises and how your eyes glimmer with passion as he barely could take your glare seriously.
âIâm mad at you.â You stepped back as he stepped closer until your legs hit the bed. âYou canât come to me and do whatever you want.â
Satoruâs palm wraps around your pointed finger, gently for now. But his look was anything but gentle.
âWhatever I want?â He looked down at you, his face inches apart while one of his hands cupped your chin and the other was on your hip, gripping tight enough to immobilize you. âBut the way you look at me seems to say something else.â His thumb comes to spread your lip, making your mouth open as you did almost unconsciously. His own mouth twitched as you responded to his touch, coming closer to brush his lips against yours. When he straightened, letting you all panting while he distanced himself, you swore you wanted to strangle him and he chuckled. âOr am I wrong?â
Satoruâs eyes lingered on you until his gaze rested on the lingerie you chose; the bra barely showed, hidden, but he knew what it was. His patience was on edge, realizing that even if he might upset you genuinely and for that is sorry, all this attitude was hiding another thing too. You want him. You missed him. But it will not be easy. Still, Satoru definitely knows how to handle you.
âYou are.â
Satoruâs smile widened at your answer, letting the distance between you two fade again as he glanced first at your eyes, then at your lips. He whispered against them.
âYeah?â You only nod, unsure of your voice to speak again as your mouth parted slightly before he brushed his lips over yours, breath faltering. Then, he did it again one more time.
When you didnât stop him, Satoru stole your glance once before he finally kissed you, one hand cupping your cheek, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, the other one placed behind, on your head, to guide you closer, much closer than you expected. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you couldnât stop yourself from not responding back, triggered by the small, pleased sound he gave you.
Satoruâs lips left you, leaving you breathless, a messâand dizzy from how much his taste affected you. His eyes were so intense, you could say they were the ones making you lower yourself until you sat on the bed, not his hands that were placed on your shoulders.
When he lowered himself until his knees hit the floor, a switch inside of him flipped. He gripped you by the thighs, dragging you all of a sudden as your back met the mattress, legs now around his body.
âSatoru, what are youââ
âShh. Now you lost the chance to complain.â Your shorts come off in an instant, hardly giving you time to react, before he parts your legs. âNot like you didnât want exactly that.â
You raise on your elbows, hair all over your face as you try to blow it off.
âI didnât.â
You gasped when his hands started wandering between your inner thighs, making them shiver from anticipation. He glanced at the wet spot over your white panties, matching the hidden bra, before he looked up at you. Your flustered expression, trying to act innocent, was all in vain for Satoruâs six eyes.
He comes over to you then, only kneeling next to your body. One of his hands is placed next to your head in support as the second one starts brushing your skin, from the top to the bottom of your body, in a teasing manner. He comes back over your breast, squeezing both of them by turns over the clothes. He drags from the middle of the blouse down roughlyânow the white bra is on full display. Your cheek burned as you avoided his gaze and looked mindlessly in the other direction. And if you matched them, what?
His big palm comes under your breast to let them breathe over the bra, playing with your nub before he comes to lick around it in slow flicks of his lips. What you did was a mistake when you looked down at him, as he was already watching you, a twinkle of roguishness in his blue eyes. He palmed the other breast and switched to do the same treatment as you start moaning without meaning to. You refused to give him that so freely.
Satoru lifts himself, looking at how sexy you look as ravished as right nowâhair sprawled all over, swollen breast out of your bra, legs apart with a full view on your wet panties.
He missed you too.
Satoruâs hand comes between your legs, hovering over your waistline and teasing the tensed muscle here. âAnd you tell me my favorite match on you wasnât on purpose.â
âYou catch it fast.â
âHmm.â He didnât miss the sarcasm in your tone, nor did he notice you biting your lip in distress, curious of what he might do. Itâs not happening often, but it did happen to see this side of Satoru before, especially when you two fight.
In fact, the first time you had sex with him was like this.
When the tips of his fingers start rubbing over your clit, you realize you already lost it, two fingers set above your needy spot, while his thumb played with it.
âDo you want it?â Your moans escaped from your mouth as he set the panties aside, touching your skin directly; his long fingers leave trails between your folds, gathering more wetness to rub your clit faster. âTell me.â
He was mean in his touches, alternating between giving you fast, circled motions, applying more pressure, the way you love it when youâre wet enough, and slow, faint ones that keep you wanting more. âDo you want me?â
âYouâre so arrogant.â Your eyes closed, eyes scrunching in pleasure. âD-Did I told you that before?â
What was more surprising was that his voice turned deeper and hoarser as he watched you so intensely, the playful glint disappearing for now. As scary as he was in fights, Satoru had a singular purpose right now that youâre afraid to find out.
In a smooth manner, he lowered himself until he was again in his initial position, between your legs, and your hands came instantly to his head when his mouth found your pussy, sucking around your trembling clit, flicking his tongue around it, and slurping all the wetness you gave him. You gasped loudly when he slapped you here for touching his hair, watching you as he did so.
âSatoru!â You looked surprised at him as he teased your clit with his fingers one more time before he rose to his feet. You understood instantly when his hands came to unbuckle his belt. âDonât you dareââ
His knees hit the bed as he came over to you. His gaze didnât leave yours, taking both of your hands above your head.
âSatoru, noââ
The metal clicked, and your hands were now tied as you tried to budge it. When he whispered against your lips, his teasing glint returned for a moment.
âMuch better.â
âOh, youâre done. Youâre soâŠâ Satoru was already between your legs, continuing to eat you again. "âŠf-fucking done.â
He gripped you tight, squeezing in surrender around his head as his mouth devoured you how he wanted, how he needed, not caring about every twitch of your muscles while his face was buried here. You had no hope but to keep up with his slurps and licks while your moans turned worse.
âGodâDonât stopâŠâ
At your appreciative words, he slowed his moves and you whined, before his fingers switched places to play with your clit instead.
âTell me.â
âWhy did you s⊠Tell you w-what?â
âWhat I asked before.â His finger circled slowly, dragging it down only to come again and again until it finds your pussy, teasing your entrance. "Or do you already forget?â
His tone seemed neutral, but you could see on his face he was intentionally teasing, like he wanted you to pay off for the attitude.
âFuck yââ You moaned as he slipped his fingers inside your pussy, slowly to stretch you at first until he pumped it faster.
âBe careful, love. This night can be much longer for you if youâre not.â
Satoru comes over to you, his body warm and overwhelming, the scent driving you more mad than you already were. He swallowed your moans, kissing you as you barely responded when he added another finger, pumping roughly and hitting your g-spot without a break until you reminded him of your beautiful screams. His smile returned for a second, watching you struggle against the belt as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
âSo how's it going to be?â
You nod desperately; your body moves frenziedly against his touch.
âI want you. I want you, Satoruâ"
"Mhm." His pumps turned faster, pleased by your finally giving what he wanted.
âI'm gonna, Iâm g-gonnaâ" Your mouth parted, ready to feel that sweet edge, building as the second passed; your voice hitched, realizing way too late how Satoru slowed his movements, feeling how the spark never came as your eyes fluttered, his fingers slipping in and out slowly until they stopped.
âSatoru, youâre such anââ He swallowed your word, "asshole," turning it into a moan when he kissed you.
âNot so fast.â He was serious; his expression didnât soften, watching youâno, devouring you whole like he was bewitched. His hands took yours, placing it above your head as he claimed your lips again, letting your short-winded murmurs barely slip against his mouth.
âIâm going to make you regret this.â
Satoru hummed, his hair tickling your cheek as he moved, finding a place for his tongue on your neck, marking wet kisses or bites, you didnât know, along your sensitive skin.
âYes? You donât want me to make you cum?â
You couldnât even touch him; only your thighs lifted, finding a place around his waist, feeling how hard he is against your soaked panties, enough to make your mind gamble with it.
âHmm?â His mouth twitched at the lack of answer, pecking your lips one more time before he threw the blouse over his head, (not) forcing your eyes to linger on his toned muscles.
âUntie me.â
His mouth twitches as his hands come to undress the lower part of himself, letting only in his shorts. Satoru felt his dick twitch at your hungry gaze, lingering on the wet spot forming around his leaking tip. His shorts were too tight and you were watching it like you felt sorry for him.
"I want to touch you. It's not fair at allâ"
He chuckled, coming where he was before, the same as his hand finding its place between your trembling legs and your needy clit. You followed every move of him, pleading with your eyes to not mess with you again.
You grasp the belt, twisting your wrist and gripping it, muscles tensing instantly when his fingers find your clit again, not giving you time like before. You were already stretched enough to take his rough thrusts. Satoruâs palm was toward your clit, slapping the skin, a wet, embarrassing noise, like he did it on purpose. You closed your eyes, whining about how good you felt, but he didn't have it.
âAw, youâre embarrassed? âHis thumb comes over your clit, pressing it gently as he starts circling around. "But she talks so sweet to me." Your blabbering sounds were so irritating to yourself, like you couldn't even speak coherently anymore, only focusing on the sweet, harsh sensations of his fingers hitting your g-spot on and on.
Your eyes open at a particular thrust, making eye contact, since he was already looking at every reaction you gave him.
âDonât hide.â
Satoru lowered his face, mouth parted as yours, heavy breath falling from it.
"Only you. Only you can make me feel like thisâ
He groaned, claiming your lips in a second, his tongue slipping inside, kissing you so desperately, so messily, as his fingers find an overwhelming rhythm, bringing you back where you were.
"Show me." He let you breathe; your body started convulsing under him as you watched him through half-lidded eyes when you came, before he found your lips while you ride your orgasm. He didnât stopped neither when he unclasped your hands swiftly, letting the belt fall somewhere on the floor.
When he looked at you again, Satoru could see the slight uncomfortable expression, giving a peck on both wrists before he helped you put your hands over his back and shoulders. But they didn't stay here too much; when his hands started wandering, palming your breast and touching your curves, yours did too, coming between your bodies, palming his hard dick until he moaned into your mouth.
When he lifted himself, Satoru followed your lead still in his way when you moved, coming on your hands and knees closer to him. His hand rested on your head, guiding you.
"Come here."
You nudged his dick softly with your nose, kissing the wet spot there. He helped you, dragging his shorts down until his dick jumped slightly, resting on your mouth. Your tongue comes out, making sure you look up at him to drive him mad as you let him slap it on your tongue. When you smiled, Satoru knew you're not so different from him.
Your tongue swirl around his tip, letting a long wet string to the base before you take in your mouth. Satoruâs grip on your hair tightened a little when you swallowed his dick in, sucking him for all it costs until you let him hit the back of your throat, urge him to while his hips thrust in return.
âF-Fuck. Youâre so beautiful, baby.â Satoruâs grip loosening, his hand brushing your hair away from your face, massaging your head.
He slipped out of your mouth slowly as you gave him a peck on his pretty tip. His hand comes to cup your chin, tilting your head to meet him in the middle while he kisses you, romantic even. The other one comes to guide you to sit on his level, both of you in the middle of the bed, on your knees. He comes to cup your cheek instead, tilting your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss, not letting your breath.
His wandering hand caressed your body, cupping your breast, until he slowly pinched your sensitive nubs, teasing you to moan more against his mouth. Then, it lowered until it was on your puffy clit, playing with it just to spread more wetness around, until he found your hole again. Your hands come over his shoulder, riding the air as you meet his rhythm as he finds you.
You breathe out against his mouth, impatient.
âSatoruâŠâ
âYes?â
He nibbled your lip, giving you slow pecks, like he barely could stop himself.
âI want to feel you, baby. You donât want to feel me?â
He slipped his fingers from your pussy, spreading the wetness around his own dick, making you gasp needily. Satoru took your hand and placed his over yours as he guided you to stroke him. âI donât want? to? What do you think?â You could feel him getting harder if that was even possible, going to massage his painfully full balls too, moistening them as his breath faltered as he whispered, his blue eyes hypnotizing you. âHm?â
Your back meets the bed as you part your legs for him, but he turns you around in a second. âWhat are youââ His hands come to move your hips, raising your ass while pressing a hand over your back until your face is pressed on the bed. "Satoruâ" Slap. âFuck!â Slap. Satoru massaged your now red ass, squeezing the sensitive skin for her.
âShh.â He chuckled at how you move your hips, chasing him, and how you stopped when his dick finally made contact with your pussy, sliding his dick between your folds.
You turned your head more to look at him, and he made sure to maintain your craving, loving gaze when he started filling you. âBaby, fuck. Please, relax a bit.â Satoru closed his eyes, hissing, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while your tight walls tortured his dick.
âMore, moreââ Be damn sure he wants it too. Hell, he planned to fuck you until you couldn't breathe, but when he finally fucking felt you, Satoru actually took his time. He lowered himself over you, thrusting inside slowly.
âYeah? How much?â
You whined, trying to meet his hips, but you had no chance as he gave you a deep thrust, making you almost incapable of speaking between your moans. âS-So much! Baby, pleaseââ!
He took your arms and moved them on your back, his hands placed on both of your wrists as he started fucking you deeper, rougher. âAs much as m-me?â Hell. Thereâs no chance for him to last longer. Every wet noise your pussy made by how he filled you so good, so punishing after, left you with no thoughts besides how good it felt. He groaned, taking a pause, slipping out as he turned you around.
By the fucked-up look on your face, Satory was the one to part your legs before you felt him skin on skin. âSo pretty.â His murmur went unnoticed. At least, your legs come over his hips, hugging his lower part, or more like, chasing his dick back, missing him filling your pussy. And he gives it to you, thrusting inside as fast as he slips off, compensating for the seconds he lets your pussy empty.
Satoru didnât let you take your eyes off him, his rough thrust waking you over and over as your voice catches, only his grunts and the shortened air at every sweet thrust.
âPlease, baby.â His lips brushed against yours, coming so close that his body moved against yours, your clit grinding against his skin. âCum in me, Satoru. Iâm so closeâyou give him a short kiss between your begging. âS-So close!â
Satoruâs head was buried into your neck, and your face was barely seen over his shoulder, your sweet screaming muffled by the skin. Your pussy squeezed against his veiny dick, creaming him with your own orgasm while chanting his name. He groaned in pleasure, filthy curses were whispered into your ear, accentuated by how harder his dick started pounding into you, shaking the bed until he filled you completely, deep inside your pussy while his dick stilled.
Satoru collapsed over you, his entire body pressing down, bringing you closer than ever as he remained inside your warm walls. His face rested against the crook of your neck, kissing, nibbling nearing your jawline and melting your heavy, racing heart.
"SatoruâŠI can't breathe.â
He snorted while he put oressure in his palms, on both side of your head, slipping off slowly from inside your pussy as you let out a small whimper, squeezing around him like you want him here as he twitched inside of you. He glanced shortly with a warily look, a gaze that didn't need words to say "You can't take it again." He slipped off, your sweet, mixed cum make it glistening around his swollen tip after he broke your poor insides.
He dropped next to you, sharing a breathless laugh with you as you looked at each other, completely drawn off. It sure was a much-needed sex. A good, mind-blowing one. His arm rising instinctively for you to come hug his chest, resting your head here.
 It didn't take long for him to complain as you spoke first, the reality still setting in slowly.
"I feel so dirty."
He looked down at you, then, tilting his head slightly to see how messy the bed looked, his head hit the bed dramatically.
"We need to wash, don't we?" A perfect moment to use it to his advantage. "Can we teleport in the bathroom?"
"Don't even try."
Satoru smiled. He held your gaze, searching over your face until he could see the hidden vulnerability in here, the aftermath fading by seconds; serotonin slowly turned into something else, the clear mind after the orgasm was flooding you with feelings you reprimanded before this. All of this.
Now, it's the moment Satoru has no choice but to speak. He's not sure why he feels this weight on his heart; his tongue feels heavy as he starts speaking.
â[Name].â
You can hear in his tone the concern. He's aware that he doesn't take accountability for this, even if it's not the worst thing happening; future things will add eventually, making you distance yourself until maybe you'll get tired of his antics andâ
He spoke again, pushed by the thoughts, he just blocked it, knowing a familiar spiraling will come if he does not do it now. Satoru's back of his hand brushed your cheeks as you glanced shortly at him.
âIâll run a bath for you, and weâŠwill talk. "His mouth twitches. "If youâre not too tired for that.â He kissed between the space of your furrowed eyebrows, washing away the threatening look as he started placing kisses all over your face. âMuah." You gripped his arm that cupped your cheeks for him to kiss you better, letting out a soft giggle. "I already know why you might be mad."
You didn't sound ill-intended, mostly teasing.
âOf course you do. Thatâs why you are an asshole.â
Satoru placed his hand over his chest.
âAuch. Deserved.â
You placed your hand over his, above his pumping heart.Â
âI prefer to at least tell me youâll take long for whatever reason. Even if itâs a stupid one and I will need to wait for you more.â
He nodded, acknowledging too fast, like he enjoyed the way the conversation started; his anxiety dissipated, his fear of vulnerability too.
âI can do that.â
âOf course you can and you will.â
He chuckled, tilting his forehead until it brushed against yours for a second, before he let out a relieved sigh.
âDo you want to see the pictures now?â
You rolled your eyes, and Satoru realized he missed it.
âNo.âÂ
And you realized you missed his irritating grin too, now present on his face.
âWhy?â
âYou said we were going to go here in the future, but you already decided to see it without me.â
âOh, manâŠâ He breathed out a laugh, but the pout that followed on your face made him give you a peck to make it go away. "What I want to say is that Iâll go with you everywhere.â
You pointed your finger on his chest, poking as you speak.
âBut it didnât cross your mind what you told me when you go.â
He licked his lips, taking your words in.
âRight.â He glanced up, looking at the mindless spot as his voice turned more serious. "You know how I am, yes? From the beginning, you know. IâŠmight or might not fuck so things in the future, not intending to.â
âOkay? And I should acceptââ
 He glanced back at you, cutting you off.
âBut I want you to know I want you in every stage of my life too. Firstly, you. Then the others.â
You analyzed every small reaction from him as he said it; then his thoughts hit harder than expected, realizing that's what you wanted to hear. You could see his eyes widening a bit at the emotions in them, taking his eyes off as he tried to disperse the tension. âAnd we could go see every place in the whole world, okay? You need to keep up with me.â
But you want him a little bit more in the present with you.
âSatoruâŠâ He swallowed, taking two seconds until he met your gaze. As he glanced at your lips, he sensed what would follow; his heartbeat violently spiked.
âI love you.â
He is sure that's not a lie, but he needed more time to fully accept that; that's why he took a moment to say something, anything, not fully aware of your own fearful feelings. He exhales hard, closing his eyes to gain a bit of strength as he speaks; at the same time, he opens them.Â
âI love you too.â
You gave him a small reassurance glance. Not that it was the first time you shared these 3 words. Also, he's more courageous through texts. But this was different, somehow gluing the bond between you two stronger. He came to the side, hugging you as you gripped him tight, following each other's rhythm of breath.
Until, slowly, mischievously, Satoru's hand comes under your ass, the other one comes behind your head. It was clear you had no time to react.
đ„ Scenario: Nobara and Yuuji planned a date neither of you wanted at first.
đ„ Tags: AU, fluff, strangers to lovers, SMAU included
A/N: I decided to write the part 3 (final part, i guess?) as people wanted. Hope you like it đ«¶đœ
part 1 part 2 part 3
It was clear if someone were observing the two of you now, they probably wouldnât be able to tell who was more nervous, more afraid. But they would see, unmistakably, that both of you wanted to be there, in that present moment. Prepared to map each otherâs hearts, at least a little.
đ
Megumi glanced at the backpack that keeps slipping off your shoulder, probably from the weight.
"Give it to me."
Your steps falter for a second, making sense of what he said.
"What? No, I mean it's not that hardâ"
Megumi looked at you, just looked at you, and somehow you gave it without fighting, murmuring a "thank you" as you followed him after he smoothly took the side closer to the road where fast cars were driving.
"Come on, it says it's a 5-minute walk from Shibuya Station."
Both of you went down the stairs; the daylight disappeared in the subway passage, step by step, seeing a shadow of Megumi as you spoke.
"I saw some people left a review that the entrance is hidden." Megumi hummed, your tone amused. "A secretive door, adding to the charm."
You didn't really know where you were, just following an unbothered Megumi with hands in his pockets, your guide for today.Neither of you stopped moving, entering the first door that opened when the train stationated. Your fingers tightened on the trainâs center pole, your body twisting as your gaze lifted to meet his.
He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed about the reviews point you made, but his eyes soften at your small smile.
"Is that so?"
You nodded, glancing then around until you saw two empty seats.
He doesn't usually sit downâ
"Megumi, come!"
His name on your lips. Megumi followed you as he sat down next to you, closer to the door.
"We sit down only for a station."
He realized his tone might seem judgy (he was, but not in that way) by the slight embarrassment on your face.
"Right. Sorry. I live here, but I can't get used to that damn annoying map."
True.
Other than the slight noise made by the forged steel wheels against the ground, no sound could really be heard here. People in Japan don't really talk. It's disrespectful to even talk to the phone. Meiwaku concept.
Neither of you considered that when you turned to the side at the same time, speaking over each other.
"What did youâ"
"Do you want toâ"
His open mouth closed slowly as he was just as embarrassingly surprised as you were. You chuckled, and his eyes clinked. Someone shushed both of you, and you mumbled a "sorry" under your breath. Megumi tilted his head next to your ear.
"Speak first."
You faintly could feel the warmth of his breath. You gave him a shy side-glance, adjusting your voice.
"Oh, no worries. Just wanted to tell you howâŠwas school? I guessâŠ"
He leaned on the chair, speaking while looking at nothing in particular.
"Yuuji dragged me to one of his practice sessions."
Just then, he realized you two are here already; it barely makes sense how time flies. He's almost annoyed by the cosmic timeline, whatever universe decided on for him today. You hurried your steps, almost colliding with people that wanted to enter because you were too slow, but Megumi grasped your arm, dragging you with him. His touch was firm, but not harsh. Instead, you already missed it when it was gone.
"Practice?"
Ah, right.
"I'm surprised Nobara didn't tell you all the details about me yet, even my zodiac sign."
You chuckled as you walked out of the train station, finally closer to the destination.
"Capricorn."
He snorted, and you blushed instantly after you called yourself out for no reason.
"Sorry, I wasâ"
"Don't need to explain yourself. If I were in your place, I would want to know more about you."
You blinked twice, mouth parting a little as you raised your head to look at him. Great, now he was the one blushing. So embarrassing. Megumi quickly glanced in another direction.
"He is in sport sciences or whatever it is called. Going to volleyball, trying to learn something from the couch. I sometimes get along with it."
"Do you like it?"
"Sort of." There was a pause Megumi didn't realize at first. A silence he wasn't comfortable with. It was a first. He should talk more, doesn't he? "I prefer literature, as you can see."Megumi looked over the digital map, narrowing his eyes. He lifted his gaze toward the building in front of him, then beside it, noticing an entrance to an underground place. "But I don't mind going sometimes." You both looked at the abrupt stairs leading down to the hidden location, the name Forrest Library scribbled above the door . "Here must be the place. Careful."
He opened the local's door for you as your eyes started wandering in multiple directions, taking everything in. Your body shifted slightly as you looked up, quickly averting your gaze from his striking, oceanic dark blue eyes, far too easy to get lost in.
"I'd like to see you here."
While the conversation didn't seem to stop â not like either of you wanted it to, even if for different reasons â your inner monologues were strangely alike. For Megumi, it was a relief the moment he stepped inside â few people, silence, customers seated on wooden chairs beside matching tables, admiring the hundreds of books from the shelves fixed into the walls â shuffling through them and reading what was written on the back covers, either immersed in one they had already chosen.
You could see the amusement in your eyes despite his plain tone.
"Being out of breath, sweating all over and dying internally?"
He was surprised to realize he couldn't remember the last time he had gone somewhere â anywhere â with someone. A girl. A girl he was interested in, speaking this casually with her. In fact, ever since you two met today, everything felt far more natural than he had imagined. His anxious thoughts were wrapped up, folded away and barely audible when his small tease made you pull your eyes away from him.
The waiters greeted you both, giving you a massive opportunity for your flushed cheeks not to worsen, interrupting your very non-platonic thoughts as you imagined Megumi on the sports field âa few strands of his spiky black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, wiping himself with the crook of his arm while probably (surely) giving instructions to the team about what to do and how to do it. His serious, focused gaze â seeing him in one of his elements.
"Good evening. You came right on time for the reservation."
The people here already seemed warm, smiling from the moment they started addressing the two of you. The boy working there looked a little fragile, yet tall, more polite than you'd expected considering he seemed around the same age as you both, all of you walked a little through the corridors of the place until you reached your table.
"I'll bring the menus right away. Would you like something to drink meanwhile?"
You both refused, not entirely sure how the evening would unfold. Even though the wooden seat wasn't uncomfortable like you'd expected, you still couldn't find your place. Everything had gone smoothly so far, but now that you had no distractions, you didn't know what to do, how to sit, what to do with your hands. And Megumi was sitting right in front of you, seeming like he noticed every little movement you made, even though reality was far from whatever was currently happening inside his mind.
"What did you want to ask me?"
Megumi tilted his head slightly, checking if the menus would arrive soon.
"If you also want to eat here."
You hummed thoughtfully before shaking your head.
"Kinda expensive. The reviews aren't praising the bar or food section too much."
"I'll pay, so if something seems interesting, get it."
"Ah, no, no. Don't worry. I don't expect you toâ"
"You feel like you owe me something?"
"...No? I mean, I think it's a traditional mindset, both the act itself and the gesture, and it's nice sometimes, but I don't expect it, especially afterâ"
"[Name]."
Your name falling from his lips did something to you.
"If you don't feel like you own me anything back, then let me do it."
You're cute, but he wasn't going to insist a second time. Megumi isn't an insistent person, just like he doesn't want someone else bothering him with things he doesn't want to do.
You nodded afterward. Probably just shy, which was again â cute.
His mind should fucking shut up.
Even though it was a little expensive, what fascinated you about this place was that you could eat dishes from favorite anime series. They were famous for a menu featuring foods pulled straight from the pages of literature. A popular favorite was the "Laputa Toast" â thick toast with a fried egg from Studio Ghibli's Castle in the Sky.
"You want that one?"
You raised an eyebrow. Had he even looked at what he wanted first? You glanced back at the menu. It was the most expensive thing on the list. Before you could refuse, Megumi had already realized that's what you wanted.
"Okay. I'll tell the waiter when he comes back."
"I didn't say anything..."
He gave you a short glance before averting his eyes again to see what he could also eat. He chose quickly, then pointed slowly toward a children's section filled with books.
"You're as much of an open book as those are."
You gasped, slightly offended.
"No, I'm not."
"I didn't say it's a bad thing."
You crossed your arms and leaned back into the chair.
"Well, if I'm an open book, then you're a closed one."
In general, yes. Right now? He didn't feel that way. You didn't even know the impact you'd already had on him, one even he couldn't fully comprehend yet. Still, you quickly added which was not surprising.
"I don't see it as a bad thing either. Not completely."
"You're honest."
Even though your expression clearly looked panicked, Megumi didn't feel offended. Better to know who you're dealing with. To know if you truly want things to stay the way they are now. It's a good question worth asking yourself. If the person you care about â or the person you're going to care about â stayed exactly the same as they are right now, without thinking about their potential, would you still stay with them in the future?
The thought somehow gave him more anxiety. It's true the people around him had opened that closed-off, vulnerable part of him. But ...what if you could open it even more?
"I think you should keep certain things for yourself, not always be transparent. But also not to..."
The words lingered on your lips, somehow unsure how to navigate the conversation. Megumi leaned back slightly into his chair as well, trying to offer you the most unaffected look possible without seeming detached, his eyes softening at the corners.
He continued for you.
"But also not shut yourself away from the people around you."
**
Even though you'd seen the closing hour was midnight, it felt like irrelevant information considering you were sure you wouldn't stay that long.
It was already 11 PM. Not a single trace of regret crossed your mind for how good the food had been. Or the drinks. Or the books you'd pointed at while discussing who had read what.
At the moment, you were both looking through the pictures in a book about temples to visit in Japan.
A hidden temple high in the mountains on the outskirts of Tokyo. No one knows its exact location until they find it themselves. And no one really speaks about what it's like there or has proper pictures. Only a blurry one, left to the imagination.
"I really wanted to go there. The curiosity is eating me alive."
We can go.
Megumi really just had that thought. Was it intrusive? Not really and that's not good. He genuinely needed to back off. This wasn't good for him. Or for you. More precisely, would you even want to go with him? Hell no, you barely knew him. Did you even think about things like that? Was he normal?
He felt like a teenager. He was certain if you grabbed his hand or something he would literally choke on air.
But as he looked more closely, Megumi realized what temple it was. He was lucky his usual stone-faced expression could save him from situations like this. Megumi had lived there before. Well, his parents and relatives lived in that area. But he couldn't tell you that â it was far too personal. The connections his family had, tied to the Japanese government, were the last thing he wanted you finding out about him. Maybe someday.
So he played it simple. But what Megumi didn't notice was that before he answered, your eyes had already analyzed every micro-expression on his face, as if you'd sensed something, especially now that his chair had been moved closer to yours.
"I went there before."
"Oh, so you know the area? Damn, what exactly do you do in your free time?"
"My parental figure deserves the credit."
Parental figure? Judging by the look on his face, it wasn't a conversation he wanted to prioritize right now, so you didn't press further.
"But I remember you working in a coffee shop before?"
He felt embarrassed when the words left his mouth. The first time he spoke them.
"I wanted to ground myself."
"That's..." Don't say admirable. Please don't say admirable. It's the bare minimum a person with financial resources can do. "...nice. Maybe we'd find world peace if all rich people on this planet did something like that."
"I highly doubt it."
You chuckled, the sweet sound brightening his spirits, cheering the very marrow of his bones.
"Yeah, me too."
He had been afraid you'd perceive him as more pessimistic than he actually was, but you didn't. Pessimistic regarding himself? Maybe. About the world? No.
Yet once again, you met him halfway.
He maintained your soft gaze while mirroring your expression, an unfamiliar sensation. A kindred spirit. Were you a kindred spirit to him? Was he one to you?
You rested an elbow on the table, supporting your chin with your hand.
"How do you know Nobara?" You judged his arm. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
Your smile widened when you noticed a slight one appearing on his lips too. He was so pretty.
"I just knew this question would come."
**
The flickering of streetlights, the clang of Furinâs shutters closing in the middle of the night at restaurants ready to shut down, or the distant sound of cars becoming rarer and rarer since it wasnât the weekend, became less and less noticeable the closer you got to your home after the small walk in the park.
âI didnât expect us to stay this long.â
âNeither did I.â
Your foot swayed from one leg to the other, gently, your hands clasped behind your back. You gave him a sheepish, small smile.
âYou didnât need to walk me home, by the way.â
Megumiâs skepticism could be seen in the slight furrow of his brows.
âDidnât I?â
âHm? What do you mean?â
âI wouldâve ended up on the blacklist where assholes usually are.â
You clicked your tongue, biting back your words. He asked, his voice calm enough, proving he was sure he was right.
âThatâs not true?â
You let out a small laugh. Megumi isnât that clueless.
âIt is.â
âWell, what I wanted to say is thank you, at least.â
Megumi didnât try that hard to hide his faint smile, but he couldnât stop himself from making a remark either.
âYou could say it more simply.â
âI donât like simple.â
Just like he isnât. Just like you arenât.
There wasnât much left before you got home, your heart beating a little faster with every step, as if wanting it to last just one more minute.
Your phone vibrated against your skin, making you sigh.
âNobara killed my phone today with her messages.â
Megumi didnât. Itadori usually wasnât the type either, especially when they were together andâhis own phone vibrated too.
He turned off his phone just as slowly as you did, pretending he hadnât received anything at all. You, on the other hand, pretended it was just a normal notification.
Too soon. Or was it? Nothing seemed to be judged by a standard, a book with instructions on what a relationship should be in the future, a rule to followâjust the two of you writing your own unique and unpredictable story.