🔳 Three Shades of Black, White, & Gray: a collection of one shots where the reader is in a poly marriage with Satoru and Suguru (work in progress, MDNI).

⛓️ A Forced Pair of Anomalies: multi chapter fic where reader is put into an arranged marriage with Toji Zenin (work in progress, MDNI).

Chapter 1: Betrothed

Chapter 2: Friends

👔 Pulling That Thread: one shot where the reader takes Kento Nanami's virginity (MDNI).

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Pairing: Toji x Fem Reader

Summary: A week after your arranged engagement to Toji, you’re starting to get to know each other. This may not be a love match, but can you at least be friends?

CW: MDNI, fluff, sexual tension, friendly banter, dirty talk.

WC: 5.3k

[Read Ch. 1 Here]

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Chapter 2 - Friends

Your father made good on his promise to have you married quickly. A traditional wedding was not chosen, instead a small ceremony with immediate family. Your father said it was for the sake of time, but you knew the real reason behind it: the failures don’t get a big, traditional wedding. Neither clan wants to advertise this match. They are trying to make it happen quickly and without issues.

While their true intentions disgust you, you are secretly glad for it. You don’t want to be paradied around on your wedding day, you just want it to be over. You want all of this to be over, so that you can get acclimated to your new life. One where your parents have no control and you can get a taste for independence.

And you hope to get another glimpse of that today when you see Toji. Your first encounter since the announcement and you were genuinely looking forward to it.

You replayed those brief moments together endless times, trying to analyze anything from them to get a better idea of how he was. Your gut told you he was genuine in what he said, but it could be an act.

You also need to know why he had that look on his face that pisses you off. The most genuine “I don’t give a fuck” face. You were jealous of that ability. You couldn’t hide your emotions because of how expressive your face was, maybe he could teach you how to master that poker face?

As you ready yourself, there’s a subtle burst of enthusiasm through your movements. Your freedom is so close that you can feel it in your soul. It shows in how you present; your eyes are no longer hollow and you don’t resist the urge to smile. Your soul is waking up to the idea of being free of this place.

A soft smile keeps appearing on your face, you get a glimpse of it every time you look in the mirror. As you take a final look at yourself, a servant enters to announce Toji’s arrival. Your lips curl upward at the announcement and you practically skip out of your bedroom.

You make it to the top of the staircase and your eyes immediately find him. Standing between the bottom of the staircase and the front door, facing a window.

You’re examining him head to toe and there seems to be a different aura surrounding him today His shoulders are rolled forward, his head hangs low.

When you make it to the final step, he turns to face you and you’re greeted by a different man. There's a faded bruise on his cheek, the yellow and purple mark stretches from under his eye to his ear. His eyelids are weighed down and his complexion looks sickly. It’s almost like you two have swapped places. This is how you looked on that first day you met.

What happened to him? Was he in a fight? Was that from his father or uncle? Did he do something else to rebel?

He notices your scanning eyes looking him over. His hand goes to the back of his neck and rubs it, “Don’t ask.” His voice is raspy, like he’s on the verge of losing it.

Your feet stutter forward toward him as you’re confused by so many things at once. “Ask about what?” You wink at him but his face is unmoving.

“Do you want to take a walk first?” His eyes slide from you to the window, staring out to the estate gardens. He’s asking if you want to walk, but it’s clear that’s what he wants to do.

You nod your head and thread your arm through his, locking them around each other as you exit the house.

He’s so much taller than you, your shoulder muscle is tense with the angle it’s being pulled up into. The muscle you can feel is solid and defined. You can tell the size of his arms even through the loose fit clothing. The fabric falls around each groove and curve of his anatomy. You’re staring at the exposed forearm you can see. The veins run like vines from his hands up his arm giving life to those muscles. Your mouth goes dry as you ogle at his arm and snap your attention back forward.

Toji seems none the wiser because well- he doesn’t seem like he’s here. His body is here, next to you, but his mind is elsewhere.

You wait until you’re far enough away from the residence to break the silence, “So, are you starting to get cold feet?” You continue that playful tone to try and shoo away the dark cloud that hangs over him.

He lets out an amused huff, “Right- yeah. I almost forgot, we’re getting married in a few weeks.”

“Don’t sound too excited,” you whisper sarcastically.

“You’re telling me you’re excited for this?”

“Yes because it means I get to leave here. I’m excited to get the fuck out and see my family as little as possible.”

“I hate to be the one to tell you, but I don’t know if the Zenins are going to be any different. I think they’re worse.” His voice cracks toward the end of his sentence and he clears his throat forcefully.

“I mean, do we have to live on the estate?” You assumed you’d be living on the estate, but on further thought, why? It’s not like Toji is utilized in their clan.

“Most likely. I doubt my uncle wants me unsupervised.”

“Isn’t that what I’m for though? I’ll keep an eye on you.” You nudge your elbow into his side.

“I doubt he’ll see it that way.”

“Why don't you ask him?”

His footsteps slow and his body goes rigid, “This shit is already difficult enough with my uncle. I don’t want to deal with him anymore than I have to.”

Your blood runs cold at his tone, worried you just stepped over a boundary that he clearly wants in place, “Okay… you don’t have to. I was just saying.”

He stops in his tracks and his body halts yours with it. His hand goes to his face and he lets out a long breath, “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be a dick. I can’t deal with them anymore than I have to, okay?”

“Okay- fine.” Your words come out clipped, you’re trying to hide the embarrassment over what water you just waded into.

He ushers you to a pew off the path you’re walking and you both sit down. He unthreads his arm from yours and you immediately notice the absence of his warmth. You place your hands in your lap as you try and figure out what to say next. “Remeber how you said we’ll be free to do what we both want? What does that mean exactly?”

“It means just that. I do what I want and you do what you want.”

“And what is it that you do exactly?”

“I go to the race tracks a lot and casinos. That’s where I’m at most of the time. Or at a bar getting drunk. Or my side job…” His words trail off like he didn’t mean to say that last part.

You obviously have to ask, “What is your side job?”

“Like I’m telling you that. No one knows what it is and I’m keeping it that way. Trust me, it’s better you don’t know.” That cool, casual tone is back even with his raspy voice.

“Uhm, okay. You don’t want me to know what it is, yet you’re dropping these crumbs to make me curious, nice.”

“I’m telling you in case you’re wondering where I am because I won’t be home a lot.”

“So, I’m just going to be left alone most of the time?” Your face turns with anxiety as the reality sets in.

“You’ll be left alone to do what you want. And it’s not like you have to be there all the time. You can go out whenever, as long as they think I’ve given you permission to do so.”

“And I have your explicit permission to do whatever I want?” Your eyes narrow, questioning how true he is going to be to his word.

“Yes, I told you. I’m not going to treat you like most husbands treat their wives. I couldn’t care less what you do in your free time.”

While you appreciate the freedom, the fact that he won’t care what you’re up to makes your stomach drop for an unknown reason. “So, if I go out at night and come back beat up because I got robbed, you’re not going to care?”

He cocks his head to you with a questioning brow, “That’s kinda extreme.”

“Well, you said you don’t care.” You fold your arms across your chest, showing your discomfort to his previous statement.

“You’re still my responsibility as my wife. I obviously care about your well being, but if you want to go out with friends every night and come home at 3am, I won’t care. And if you come home after you get jumped, I’ll go out and beat up the guy for you, how’s that?”

Butterflies hum deep in your stomach at the idea of him protecting you; a man that is seen as a threat by his own clan. Knowing you’ll have the freedom within this marriage and the protection afforded by him - this arrangement is sounding better and better. “Sounds good,” you turn to smile at him, but he doesn’t return your smile.

Toji shifts in his seat and takes a sharp inhale before speaking, “I was told by our Estate Manager to ask about sleeping arrangements.” He lets out a dry cough before continuing, “You can have your own room. I just have to tell her, so that she can make arrangements.”

You had wondered what the living and sleeping arrangement would be like. Would you be forced to share a room since you are married?

“Where would my room be?”

“It wouldn’t be close to mine, but my room isn’t big enough for two people. We can share a larger room and I can ask for another bed to be put in there.” His hands are now squeezing his knees trying to bear his way through this conversation.

“You’re the only person I’m going to know, so I’d prefer to not be far from you. I’d feel weird being by myself.”

“And you’re not going to feel weird sharing a room with a man you barely know?” He flays his fingers out and squeezes them back into a fist. The action accentuates the veins in his forearm and your eyes trail up a particular long vein.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re going to be home most of the time anyways, so I think it’ll be fine.” You avert your eyes before he notices what you’re staring at.

“And when I am home, I’ll keep to myself. I don’t plan on bothering you.”

“Why do you say it like that? This might not be a love match, but can we at least be friends?” You turn your knees in to face him, but he still doesn’t meet your gaze.

His eyes stay forward as he says, “I make enemies, not friends.”

“Well, then can I be your first friend?”

“For as long as you can stand me, sure.” His eyes grow heavy with an emotion you can’t place.

“As your friend, can I ask that you stop wallowing in self pity.”

He scowls and snaps his head to face you, “I’m not wallowing! Fuck off.”

Those green eyes are ignited and it takes everything in you to hold that fiery gaze.

You decide to double down instead of letting that wall go up any further. You drop your voice a few octaves to mimic him, “I make enemies. I’m such a bother. You don’t need to know what I do, blah blah blah.”

That fire behind his eyes is extinguished as a half smile creeps up on his lips. He drops his head in laughter, “Friends, huh?”

That dark cloud that he arrived with seems to be dissipating now and you are glad for that.

He stands up from the seat, folds his arms over his chest, and looks down at you, “If we’re friends, can we hang out like we’re friends? Not strolling through the gardens like idiots.”

You’re intrigued by his proposal, “And what would hanging out like we’re friends entail?”

“Going out for drinks.”

“Okay, when?”

“Tomorrow night. I’d say tonight, but I already have plans. I know a few places, do you want to bar hop or stay at one spot?”

“Let’s see where the night takes us.”

“I hope you’re not a lightweight, I don’t want to be babysitting all night.” He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you to stand.

And this time, you take his hand without hesitation. Before you can shift your weight forward to stand, he is pulling you up with little effort. His hand engulfs yours entirely as his grasp tightens. You release his hand once you’re balanced on your feet, “I can handle my liquor, don’t worry.”

He keeps his hand in place, suspended between you two for a moment before slowly retreating it back to his side.

You start walking in the direction you came from, “So, where are you going to take me?”

“Somewhere you might get robbed,” he murmurs sarcastically.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes at him and playfully bump your shoulder into his arm.

He sticks his left arm out for you to link with. Instead of linking arms this time, you rest your right hand on his forearm and cradle his elbow with your left hand. You figure this posture better conveys an engaged couple anyways.

You swear you feel him pull into the touch, as if trying to pull you in closer. And you can feel that your thumb is sitting on top of one of those god damned veins. You so badly want to rub your thumb back and forth over it, but you restrain yourself.

His body heat seeps into you from your connection and you savor it. The warmth coming from that rigid, solid body is oddly comforting. You wonder how it would feel to hug him, you imagine he gives the best hugs. How could he not with those arms that could engulf your entire body and that body heat that could melt you? You also wonder what it would be like to have that body pressed up against yours, or even on top of you.

You shake your head at the thought, trying to rid the image from your mind. You quickly bring your hand up to your hair and move some pieces around, to try and play off the obvious headshake as something else.

When you make it back to the house, you agree to end this visit early since you have plans tomorrow. He proposed the idea first and you agreed, but you really wanted him to stay. You knew you’d see him in 24 hours, but you wanted to keep the conversation going. But, you remembered he said he had plans and you didn’t want to inconvenience him, so you let him go.

As you said your goodbyes, you were already looking forward to what your next counter would bring. Your new friend and soon to be husband had already captivated you more than you realized.

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You decided lying to your parents about where you were going tonight was for the best. While you were of age, they would definitely disapprove of Toji taking you to a bar. Instead, you told them you were getting dinner; which wasn’t a lie, surely the bar would have food.

You drove yourself to the meeting spot and were unimpressed, yet unsurprised by the bar he chose. A hole in the wall dive bar with no windows, one metal beaten up door on the front, and a halfworking neon sign above the door.

Toji is waiting outside for you and you immediately notice his outfit. He’s in regular street clothes, not the traditional clan attire you’ve only seen him in. A fitted black t-shirt that is outlining every single muscle on his upper half. His biceps are enormous, probably as big as your head. Those slopped shoulders make his frame appear even more daunting. The baggy white pants he’s in accentuates his height as well, reminding just how large this man was compared to you. You have to swallow the excess saliva that was created while you admired his presence.

He pushes himself off the wall he’s leaning on when he notices you. His attention has you feeling self conscious all of a sudden. You push your hair behind your ear nervously as the distance closes.

“I was wondering if you'd back out last minute once you saw the place.”

“You really think I scare that easily?”

“We’ll find out once you’re inside.”

He steps in front of you to open the door and follows behind. The scene inside is also what you expected: dim lights, musty cigarette stench filling the air, a few pool tables, and some tattered tables with chairs. Your ears are being assaulted by the loud rock music that’s playing from a speaker in the corner.

Toji leans forward to speak into your ear, “If you only order well drinks, I’ve got a hook up with a bartender. Just tell me what you want.”

While you wade through the sea of bodies, Toji’s arm locks around your waist. Your turn and look at him with eyes full of surprise at the sudden contact.

“We’re not doing that polite clan bullshit here. And besides, if I didn’t have an arm on you, creeps would be swarming you all night.” His hand rests on the curve of your waist and he guides you to the bar. The contact has electricity shooting up through your spine and it leaves your stomach in knots. You can’t help but wonder if his reasoning was actually just an excuse to touch you. Regardless, the contact was more than welcome.

As you approach the bar, the crowd of people are packed tightly together.

You feel two hands secure on your waist and fingertips pressing into your ribs as your chest makes contact with the bar rail. Your stomach muscles jump at the intimate touch and your breath catches. Both of his hands caging in your waist has your body reacting more than it should. For some reason, your lower back is arching slightly. You’re anticipating his hips pressing into your ass, but that doesn’t happen. You can tell there’s an appropriate distance between those two parts of your bodies.

Toji motions for the bartender to come over and you have yet to decide what to order. Your train of thought is shattered before you can think about your drink. Toji readjusts his hands from your waist to the bar rail in front of you. His arms frame your body inside his and you are frozen in place, scared to move with this little space between your bodies.

And then if it couldn’t get any worse, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “What do you want?” You hear his words, but don’t comprehend them. Your eyes are still locked on his bulky arms creating a box between the bar and his body. His warm breath on your ear creates a pool of heat in your core and you can’t think, can’t speak.

You’re in a daze as the bartender approaches and takes Toji’s order. You’re jolted back to reality when Toji nudges you with his arm, waiting for your order, “Oh- just make it two. I’ll have what he’s drinking.” You have no idea what he ordered, but you didn’t care. A drink was the last thing on your mind right now.

Toji lets out a cruel laugh, “Are you trying to suck up to me?” Your mind is still hazy because the only words you really hear are “suck me.”

“What?” You need him to repeat himself to make sure you heard him correctly. You turn over your shoulder and see his face is only inches away from yours.

“I said- are you trying to suck up to me? Ordering the same drink as me?”

“Oh- no. I just- figured I’d try something new.” You stutter your way through the sentence because your entire world is off kilter at the moment.

His chest and hips inches from pressing into your backside. That raspy voice hitting your ear just right, giving you chills. And those bulky, veiny arms that keep drawing your eyes back to them.

The bartender returns with two glasses containing clear liquid and a lime squished inside. You think to yourself, “at least it’s not dark liquor." As the bartender slides your glasses toward you, he looks past you and meets Toji’s eyes, “Who’s your friend?”

He speaks at a volume only you can hear, “I’ll let you decide how to introduce yourself.”

He’s letting you decide if you want to be known as his friend or future wife. You kinda wish he made the decision just because you were curious which option he’d choose. You’re technically both, so either option wouldn’t be the wrong one.

“I’m his fiance.” You get the words out before you can overthink them.

The bartender's eyes widen in surprise, “You’re engaged? Since when?”

“It’s a long story: whirlwind romance, love at first site, really cliche shit.” His words are playful, but his delivery is serious.

The bartender tips his head, “Well congrats. This rounds on me to celebrate.”

Toji releases his hand from the bar and picks up his shot glass, motioning it toward you. You pick up yours, clink the glasses, and shoot the liquid back in a forceful gulp.

You rarely did shots, so the shock of the foul liquid on your tongue makes you gag. You have to work to swallow the liquid without looking like a child.

His flat palm taps your waist, “Go find us a seat, I’ll get the next round.”

You shimmy your way out of the crowd and go to inspect the seating options. When you’re a few feet from the bar, you look back at him. And good god- his physique from the backside is just as impressive as the front. Average sized people surround him and he looks like a titan among them. Those broad shoulders framing those sculpted back muscles, your throat goes dry at the sight. You wonder what it would feel like to have your nails digging into those muscles. The image sends a flash of heat straight to your core and you turn back around.

Your obvious attraction toward him is bubbling up to the surface and about to be a dangerous combination with the alcohol.

How would intimacy in a marriage like this work? He did say he’s not going to treat you like his wife. It seems like this will be a friendship shrouded by marriage. But friends can have sex, can’t they?

The thoughts make your head spin and it feels like that one shot is already taking effect. You find the closet open seating and snag it. Your leg is bouncing beneath the table, anticipation building as you watch him approach with your drinks.

You’re trying to force those plaguing thoughts from your mind. The more you try to shoo them off, the more they stick. Several scenes flash through your mind's eye in a second: his arms caging you in at the bar, that deep voice whispering in your ear, his hands on your waist. The super cut ignites a heat between your legs. You squeeze them together on instinct, not wanting to admit to yourself what that feeling was.

You were zoned out because now Toji is back in your field of view and he’s sitting down across from you. You furiously blink your eyes to try and ground yourself back to reality.

“I saw you choking down that gin, so I got you something sweeter this time.” He slides your glass toward you with a cocky grin.

“Thanks,” you quickly pick up the glass to take a sip. You know alcohol is not a good combination with these feelings, but you can’t be sober and sit in these feelings either.

“The bartender had a few more questions for me after you left.” He smiles into his glass as he takes a drink.

“Like what?” Your eyes go to his lips, noting how they’re parted just enough for the liquid to get past.

“Like how I managed to find a woman who would put up with me.”

“Did you tell him the woman wasn’t found, but chosen?”

“I didn’t get into the details of it.”

“Oh, you didn’t want to explain our ‘whirlwind romance’?” Your tone turns mocking on the last two words, as if the idea of a romance between you two is a joke.

“No, not to a man who’s had to kick me out of this bar for fighting.” He didn’t dispute the ‘whirlwind romance’ comment, was that intentional? “I don’t think he cares about the details, as long as I behave while I’m in here.”

“And you’re going to behave just because I’m around?” You tease as you set down your glass.

“Not sure yet, you might be the reason for more bad behavior.” His eyes narrow on you and they’re trailing from your eyes to your lips.

Heat floods through your body at his suggestive remark. Your eyelids pull back and you hold your breath. The tension is now so obvious between you two and you don’t know how to broach it.

You awkwardly laugh to play it off, “Yeah- right. I’ll do my best to keep you in line tonight.”

He smirks to himself, like he knows he flustered you with that simple comment. He takes a loud gulp of his drink before continuing, "Also, I told the Estate Manager you were fine with us sharing a room.”

Your internal voice is screaming in agony. He’s doing this on purpose! He can feel the tension too and he’s fucking with you now.

“She did look at me weird when I mentioned the second bed, but she didn’t say anything.” His eyes feel like a microscope right now, dialed in to your expressions and body language.

You try to feign ignorance at his leading statements, “Really? I feel like most couples don’t share rooms, especially in the clans.”

“We’re not like most couples though, remember?” He flashes his teeth at you with a feral grin.

He’s clearly not letting up, so you ask yourself: why are you fighting this? Feelings are inevitable in a situation like this. Or are they? Your parents were an arranged match and never showed any true love toward each other. They felt more like business partners than spouses.

This feels so sudden, this is only your third time being around each other and your second time alone. And then you repeat that to yourself under a different context: this is only your second time being alone and the tension is this thick already… Yeah, there was no way you were fighting this any longer.

You finish off your drink to give you a boost of confidence. You move your foot under the table until it bumps into his, “Okay, no fucking around. No teasing. What’s on your mind? What do you expect from this?” You gesture your hand between the two of you.

He seems surprised, but amused by your forwardness, “I don’t expect anything.” He puts a foul emphasis on the word ‘expect’.

“Well, I thought we were acting as friends, but you’ve made excuses to be all over me tonight. So, you tell me - what’s on your mind.” You want him to say it first.

“You say that, but aren’t you the one who introduced yourself as my fiance?”

“And what about it?” Your voice has become monotone. You’re not teasing, you’re trying to cut through the bullshit.

“Nothing,” he shrugs his shoulders. So, he’s hitting you with a reverse - he doesn’t want to admit the obvious either.

“Toji…” you look at him with mild annoyance, “I don’t like ambiguity or uncertainty. Be real with me or stop with the touching and teasing.” You say it, but you don’t actually mean the last part.

“Be real, huh?” He pauses for a moment, slowly nodding to himself, “I’m thinking that if this is a marriage of convenience, wouldn’t it be convenient for both of us to use each other to scratch that itch?”

“That would be convenient,” you bring your foot up from the floor and graze it against the side of his leg, “We have needs, it only makes sense for husband and wife to do that for each other.”

“Good because I’ve been imagining the noises you’re going to make when I’m between your legs.”

Your stomach jumps into your throat at the explicit image. That heat in your core is growing and guiding your next words, “And what noises do you imagine I’m going to make?” Your head tips in curiosity.

“I bet you whimper nonstop like a pathetic, little slut.” Him calling you that snaps the last of your restraint. You’re ready to jump over the table and crawl into his lap.

“Then let’s find out - tonight.”

He scoffs, “Tonight? And where do you think that’s going to happen?”

“You have tinted windows on your car, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m not fucking you in my car. When I have you, I need you spread out for me. Not crammed in the backseat like we’re teenagers.”

“And when are you going to have me spread out?”

“When we’re married and have our own room.”

“You want to wait until we’re married, seriously?”

“I’d take you back to my room now. But people will definitely hear you and I don’t need the headache from my uncle when he’s asking why I’m fucking my fiance before she’s my wife.”

“You think I’m the only one who would give us away? Don’t tell me you keep up this nonchalant act in bed too.”

“You’re gonna have to wait and find out.”

“Two weeks, Toji!”

“You’ll live. Distract yourself with your hand to pass the time. That’s what I’ve been doing.”

The vulgar scene in your head is so vivid: Toji buck naked, back up against the head board, head tipped back while he strokes himself. Letting out low growls and hisses as he touches himself.

The arousal coursing through your body makes you squirm in your seat and you’re using all self control right now to not throw yourself at him.

Several more rounds followed and many more sexually charged conversations. Every shot and every comment had your sanity hanging on by a thread. You needed to know what his lips tasted like, what they felt like: on your lips, on your neck, and between your legs.

You manage to end the night with just fucking each other with your eyes. When you stand outside the bar to say your goodbyes, he pulls you in by your waist. His hold on you is claiming as he pulls you flush against his chest.

His head tips down to look at you, you can smell the gin on his breath as he speaks, “I’ll probably see you again before the big day, right?”

Your breasts pressed against his solid front steals all the air from your lungs. Those green eyes are staring straight into your soul. You let out a breathy, “Right…”

He leans his head down and his lips are so close to yours now, you close your eyes and part your lips. Instead of feeling his lips, you feel a sharp tug on your bottom lip.

Your eyes shoot open as his teeth release your lip followed by a low laugh. He lets go of your waist with one final, “Good night,” and turns back to walk to his car. He strolls away from you, hands in his pockets, looking like the definition of nonchalant. Acting like he didn’t just wind you so tight you were about to snap.

How the fuck are you suppose to last another two weeks?

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Pairing: Toji Zenin x Reader

Intro: The head of the Kamo and Zenin clan both have failures they wish to be rid of. Killing two birds with one stone, the clan heads decide to betrothe you and Toji together. The two anomalies now forced together in an arranged marriage.

CW: fluff, angst, mention of infertility, arranged marriage, mention of painful menstruation. *The rest of the tags are bc of the toxic clans the character are under, trust they do NOT apply to Toji: verbal abuse, emotional neglect, panic attacks, dissociating, misogyny.

WC: 4.2k

A/N: This is the first chapter of a longer story I want to do. Definitely different from my previous one shots, so wanna try something new. There will be smut eventually FYI! But we gotta build the suspense ;)

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Chapter 1 - Betrothed

“It has been three months since you bled, explain yourself!” Your mothers fingers dig into the unsoiled linen, threatening to tear it open. 

“I told you, I don’t know! I’m not pregnant, I just haven’t gotten it yet.” Your heart is racing as you try your best to escape the accusation. “You remember how heavy my last cycle was. I couldn’t get out of bed and I bled so much you had to call a healer. Isn’t that proof I’m not pregnant?” 

“I’m not sure what to make of this. It is past time for you to debut, but your fertility has to be certain before doing that.” Your mothers words falter on that word - fertility. The implication in her voice awakens your nervous system and you’re immediately fueled with anxiety. 

“You have a scant amount of cursed energy and you failed to inherit the clan's technique. The only thing left for you to provide is heirs. If you have children who can inherit techniques, you can be redeemed. If you can’t even do that…” her words trail off and her hand covers her mouth as if choking down vomit. 

Your eyes grow heavy with rage as you examine your own mothers disgust in you. This is all you were to them, a mare to be bred. Nothing else. Not their child or their only daughter, but a means to gain more power. 

“I will let you know when my next cycle arrives.” Ice covers your tone as you meet your mother’s eyes. 

She drops the linens on the floor and turns on her heels to leave. She looks at you one last time and opens her mouth to speak, but catches her breath quickly. Instead, she drops her head and closes the door behind her. 

You are relieved for her to be gone. Falling back onto your bed and grabbing a pillow to redirect your anger to. You’re trying to not descend into the spiraling rage your mother always put you into. 

The woman who birthed you has no true love for you. Maybe it was because she wasn’t expected to be a mother, but just a means for your father to have children. Regardless, it made you despise them both. You honestly wished to be sorted into an arranged engagement already, just for the piece of mind that you won’t be here much longer. However, that doesn’t mean the next place will be any better. All the three families were horrible, but maybe you could get lucky with pairing with someone who’s not from a big family. 

Your mother had been hounding you for over a year now about your cycle and its inconsistency. Your cycle has never been agreeable since you started it. Either lasting for weeks or not arriving for months. And then when it would arrive, it would be some of the worst pain you’d ever endured. Giving you cramps that make you fall to your knees in tears. You even passed out once from the excruciating pain. You assumed you were just cursed with a painful cycle, but your mother was afraid of what else this could mean. 

A healer told her that your symptoms could point to infertility and ever since then, she had been tracking your cycle like a hawk. Because if the only daughter of the Kamo clan can’t produce heirs, then what is she good for? 

You toss and turn in bed, wanting to go back to sleep. However, your rage and the morning daylight is preventing your body from relaxing. You don’t want to leave your room and face interrogation or reminders. What if you just lock yourself in your room until they decide to get rid of you? 

You pull yourself out of bed and sit by your window. Resting both arms on the sill with your chin on top of your hands. You let the sunlight and breeze fall over you. Taking in deep breaths of the blossoming flowers and crisp morning air. The elements cool that fire that was steadily growing inside you. You take in a deep breath, calling all the remnants of that fire, and then blowing it out with a forceful exhale. 

There’s no point in being angered over the situation, there’s nothing you can do about; your life is not your own. You tell yourself that, but it doesn’t actually help. You only hope one day, you’ll believe those words and submit to them. If only to make your life easier. 

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“My nephew is a problem I can no longer ignore. My brother is out of tactics to break his spirit to get him to submit.” Naobito takes a sip of his tea before continuing, “I never wanted to pay him any mind, but he’s leaving us no choice.” 

Your father ponders Naobito’s words, “Banish him. Simple.” 

Naobito scoffs to himself as he sets his cup down, “Yeah, if I banish him then it’s only a matter of time until he comes back to kill us all. He’s been threatening to kill his father and I since he was a child!” 

“Like he would be able to fight off the Hei or the Kukuru units.” Your father says wearily, hoping he’s right. 

“Remember, friend. Toji still has a heavenly pact, while that’s useless for us, it still makes him a threat. I can’t have one of our own disobeying and defecting within the clan. It makes us look weak. If I can’t even control my own nephew, how does that make me look?” Naobito stretches his arms, relieving the tension building in his shoulders. 

“Marry him off. Let him take that anger out on a woman instead.” 

“And who would want to marry a Zenin with zero cursed energy?” 

“I could think of a possible match, but it would come with conditions.” Your father smirks to himself, formulating the plan in his head. “We match my daughter with Toji. But with that, you promise that your youngest daughter and my youngest son will be wed when they’re of age. We get rid of our problems while still strengthening our clans with two children with inherited techniques.” 

Naobito lips twitch upward, “You want me to declare my daughter for my ass of a nephew?” 

“I’m simply proposing a solution. My daughter is of age and I wish to have her wed.” Your father doesn’t explain that he is in a rush to marry you off before rumors of your infertility begin to circulate. 

“And why would the head of the Kamo clan want to rid his only daughter to my pathetic nephew? What are you not telling me?” Naobito’s eyebrows furrow with growing suspicion. 

“It’s known she has little cursed energy and no inherited technique. No one has yet to ask for her hand or show interest, solely because of that. I do not wish for her to turn into an old maid under my roof.” Your father plays off the half truth with cool features, holding Naobito’s eye contact. 

“I’ll consider it and get back to you. Let me make sure there are no other solutions for both of our problems.” Naobito dips his head slightly to show his sincerity. 

“Very well, Zenin.” Your father nods in return. He has to hold himself back from cracking the wicked smile that’s hiding beneath his dignified features. 

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The next week was torturous from your mothers incessant hounding. She made it her job to trigger your cycle: different concoctions in teas, long walks in the garden twice a day, followed by hot baths. 

You disconnected from yourself that week to survive the regimen. Your body was already not your own, so why stay in it while this happens. You were thankful for your vivid imagination that took you to different places. Your subconscious seeped into your fantasies quickly, always wishing to be far away from here and alone. You could imagine yourself in any place in the world, as long as it wasn’t here. You also liked to imagine the ideal partner, not one that was chosen for you. One that found you and that you chose on your own. 

You held onto a sliver of hope that an arranged marriage could afford you an ounce of that fantasy. You knew it would never be true love, but you had hoped for at least tolerable. Especially if you couldn’t have children, if it would just be you and him, let’s hope you can at least make good conversation. 

Your mothers knocking on the bathroom door pulled you from your current fantasy. You were lying in a hammock, under tree cover, with a trickle of sunlight coming through and a cool breeze. When all of a sudden, you were shook back to your reality: a dark room and a lukewarm bath. 

“Please hurry. Our guests are arriving soon.” You could hear the urgency behind her flat tone. 

You didn't reply and instead made obvious noise as you got out of the bath, to show her you were making progress. 

As you dried yourself off, you groaned at the reality of having to entertain guests. You weren’t in the mood to plaster a fake smile and make meaningless small talk. 

You had to wear a brave face because of your father though. When he told you Naobito Zenin was coming to share a meal, you knew it was expected you would be present. There was no getting out of this, so you begrudgingly dress yourself. You figure you can zone out for most of dinner and go elsewhere. Not like you’ll be adding to the conversation much anyways, it’ll be the men talking mostly. 

As you make your way to the dining hall, you see Naobito already greeting your father and mother. Your mother shoots you a harsh look that shows you’re late. You ignore her silent disapproval and make your way to Naobito. 

Before you can formally greet him, he turns to your father, “She looks presentable. This will do.” 

Did he really expect you to look a certain way just because of his presence? You bite the inside of your cheeks to not show your disgust as you initiate the greeting. 

Naobito looks unimpressed by you and moves closer to your father, whispering something to him. 

You disengage and take your seat at the table, fidgeting with your napkin that’s still folded neatly. 

You hear your mothers hurried footsteps approach from behind and then you feel a thump on the back of your head, “Stand up!” Her tone is hushed but assertive. 

Your palms plant on the table edge as you force yourself back up, trying to show as much defiance as possible while still obeying. 

As you approach your father and mother again, you see more guests filter in from behind Naobito: his younger brother and two nephews. 

Naobito glances over his shoulder to acknowledge their arrival before turning back to your father. “Tonight is actually a celebratory dinner. To announce an arranged courtship between our clans.” He motions for Toji to step forward and your heart drops. It feels like cement is solidifying around your feet, preventing you from moving. 

A black pit is growing in your stomach and time halts with the sharp inhale you hold in. Your father gestures to you as those dreaded words come from his mouth, “You and Toji are engaged to be married as of today.”

This is happening today?! You thought you had time, especially while your fertility was still questionable. Is that why your mother was so insufferable this past week? 

You are frozen in place as you stare at your father, mouth agape in shock. You let out a whispered, “What?” Your mother is now behind you and forcing you forward, closer to your betrothed. 

Toji isn’t even making eye contact, he looks unbothered and uninterested as his eyes float around the room. 

Naobito starts speaking, but it sounds like nonsense. Nothing makes sense right now as your senses falter and you become a soul trapped inside a shell. “It is time for both of you to be wed, we came up with the idea at our last meeting and we’re both delighted by the prospect of uniting our families. With this engagement also comes the future betrothal of my youngest daughter and the Kamo's youngest son.” 

You find the strength to move your eyes toward your parents who are smiling ear to ear. Your mother’s head hangs low in gratitude and your father stands tall with pride. This is really happening… They are getting rid of you. You prayed for this day to come, but now that it’s here, you can’t stomach it - literally. 

You feel bile gurgling in your stomach and a spurt of foul liquid shoots up your throat. You have to choke it down and your eyes begin to water. That little gag now has your stomach doing flips. You swallow the accumulated saliva in your mouth and widen your eyes to dissipate the tears. 

You look at Toji again and your stomach is twisting. They think so lowly of you that they are wedding you to him? The shame of the Zenin clan? How many rumors have you heard about him over the years? You’ve never heard anything positive about him. Then it clicks - that’s why they’ve matched you two. A couple of clan failures now married off because who else would want them? Your head spins at the realization and your knees begin to buckle beneath you. 

You hurry out of the room without excusing yourself and run to the closet bathroom. You don’t even make it to the toilet before you vomit all over the floor. Your heart is racing and skipping beats intermittently and the room feels like it’s spinning. You wonder if you’ll just die right in this bathroom, that way none of this has to happen. 

By the time you make it over to hug the toilet, you hear a bang on the door. You know from the force alone it is your father. “Come out at once! We didn’t even make a proper introduction before you ran out. Is this the first impression you want to give to your future husband? He’s likely already disgusted with you. If you ruin this then-” Your mind switches a flip and you can no longer hear your father’s hateful words. It’s a distinct murmur in the background as you hang your head in the toilet.

You notice how labored your breathing is and how you’re not getting in enough air. It feels as if there’s not enough air in this room as you focus on your respirations. In through the nose and out through the mouth, over and over. Drool is falling out of your mouth as you hear your father’s final statement, “A servant will be back to help you freshen up. Answer when they knock!” His heavy footsteps fade down the hallway and now you feel like you can finally breathe. A true breath that doesn’t need to be forced in and out. You’re sure there is nothing left in your stomach as you force yourself to stand and look in the mirror. 

The woman looking back at you is not you. It’s a woman who’s void of life, dark circles lining her undereyes, flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and shoulders that are rolled forward. This was the woman that would be meeting that man, not you. There’s no way your true self could come through on a day like this. 

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The servant appeared a few moments later and you were mute the entire time she tidied you up: wiping your mouth, smoothing out your hair, patting powder on your cheeks and under eyes. She didn’t engage in conversation either and you felt a mutual understanding amongst the silence. When you met her eyes once, all you could see was sorrow lining them. At least someone was showing some empathy for you. 

Once you exited the bathroom, she escorted you out to the gardens. You wondered why dinner was getting skipped, but you were happy to breathe in the fresh air. On second thought, staying inside was the worst place for you right now. 

As you entered the gardens, you saw a man with his back facing you, sitting on a bench in the center of the grassy knoll. You looked at the servant with questioning eyes. She averted your eyes as she said, “Your family and the Zenins are continuing with dinner. This is your time to meet Toji, I’ll be chaperoning. I’ll always be within eyesight, but I will give you your privacy.” 

Before you can object or demand she stay closer, she is disappearing behind a shrub. 

Your eyes go back to the man facing away from you and that dreadful pit is growing in your stomach again. You’re frozen in place while you decide what to do. Do you approach him? Do you wait for him to look for you? What if you just went back inside and locked yourself in your room? 

As your thoughts spiral, Toji turns his head over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes before turning back to look forward. Another moment passes before he loudly declares, “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” 

You recoil at his cold statement, but also agree that you just want this to be over with. You make timid steps toward him through the grass. When you approach the side of the bench, you hesitate to sit down. You stare at the spot you’re supposed to sit in, but you’re uncomfortable with the idea of how close you’ll be to him. There will only be a few inches of space between you and you would prefer a few feet of space. 

Annoyance covers his features as he speaks, “Sit down. I don’t bite.” 

You murmur to yourself, “That’s not what I’ve heard.” You take a seat and position yourself as far against the bar of the bench as you can, gaining any distance between you two. 

He lets out a forced exhale at your statement as you sit down. You join him in staring forward, looking out to the rest of the estate gardens. All that can be heard are trees rustling and the wind whispering. You turn to look for the servant, she is standing at your four o'clock and perched between some shrubbery. You relax knowing she is still nearby and you can feel some tension leave your body. 

He finally breaks the silence, “I take it you’re not happy about this arrangement.” He sounds unbothered as his eyes peer over to you. 

You clear your throat, “I don’t know how I feel yet. I didn’t even know until they announced it just now.” “I didn’t get much of a heads up either, my uncle told me as we were leaving to come over here.”

You’re not sure how to respond because you didn’t even get that much warning. They really just sprung it on you in the moment and expected you to be fine with it. 

“This isn’t the choice I’d make for myself, but I see it this way: my uncle will stop riding me and think I am now under control within a marriage. I know it’s not paradise for you here either, so hopefully you’ll be given that same relief from marriage. I want to think we can live on our terms after this is done.” He stretches his arms back along the bench and turns his head to look at your side profile. 

“So, you think our lives will be our own after the most important decision is decided for us?” You scoff at the ridiculous sentiment. You have to lose all control to gain control, is that really what he’s saying? 

“Pretty much. This is the last control they have over either of us. Once this is done,” he motions between the two of you, “we can do whatever we want.” 

You consider his theory for a moment. He’s not wrong, as long as you’re under your parents' household, they will try to control you. Once you’re married, they’ll recognize your husband as the authority in your life instead. But the question is: is this man going to be just as controlling and demanding as your father? You know how the Zenin’s treat their women, he is likely no exception. 

“You’re going to let your wife do whatever she wants?” You chuckle to yourself, “Yeah- right.” 

“I don’t plan on treating you like my actual wife. This is a marriage for convenience for both parties. So, no- I don’t care what you do. I just need you to show up and sign that piece of paper. After that, we don’t really need to see each other than to keep up appearances.” 

Maybe this isn’t going to be as bad as you thought… Being free of your parent’s control, having the protection of marriage, and your freedom. 

You crack a hesitant smile at him, “Deal.” 

He stretches his arms outward and yawns, “Okay, let’s go in there and tell them we’re okay with this.” He pushes himself off the bench and now that he’s standing, you’re really taking him in. 

He is towering over you with that wide framed body. The sunlight shining from behind you is illuminating him, literally letting you see him in a new light. That jet black hair absorbs the soft sunlight hitting it. A distinct scar that makes a path from above the corner of his lips to below them. And those dark eyes are that are peering down at you. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting your response. 

“You act like they’d care even if we weren’t okay with this.” 

“They wouldn’t, but it’s tradition for the couple to accept the match. We just need to play nice until the wedding, got it?” He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you to stand up. 

You dodge his hand and stand on your own, “Got it.” 

“You’re not even going to take my hand? You know we need to act interested in each other when we go in there.” He says as you walk past him, starting your path back to the house. 

“Like they care if we’re interested in each other. I’ll sit next to you, how about that?” You saunter forward as he approaches from behind. 

You continue back to the estate in silence and are directed toward the dining hall where the meal has already finished. When you enter together, your father and Naobito look at you with wide, anticipatory eyes. Toji hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you in against his side. It’s instinct to want to pull away from him, but you force yourself to settle into his side. “We accept this match.” He states as his fingers drum against your rib cage. 

Your father and Naobito look to each other with shit eating grins, knowing that both of their problems will soon be resolved. 

Naobito speaks with a cheerful tune, “Come join us. We were just about to call for tea and dessert.” 

You wonder why dinner was not offered to you, are neither of you good enough to even share a meal with them? 

The rest of the Zenin's visit goes without any issues. It is mainly your father and Noabito talking and praising themselves. You’re not even fully paying attention for most of it. You’re off in a different reality, wondering if life will be better after you leave this place. Or if it’ll be more of the same shit you’ve already endured. 

Every time you’d glance over at Toji, he had this cool, yet arrogant look on his face that pissed you off. You were bothered by how unbothered he was. He’s acting like you two were assigned together on a class project, as if none of this meant anything. A life changing event is about to happen and he doesn’t seem to care. In comparison to your episode earlier when you heard of the news. 

You barely acknowledge Toji’s father or brother. His father had a permanent scowl on his face that made your skin crawl. And his brother was not pleasant to look at. A burly, unkempt man who looked more like a neanderthal than a modern day human. 

When you said your goodbyes, you forced a fake smile onto your face. As your father and Naobito discussed tentative wedding plans, Toji took your hand when you weren’t paying attention. You snap your head over and he has your hand at his lips. “Goodnight,” he murmured against your skin as he placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand. 

Your breath hitched at the soft contact. That such a man as him was capable of such a thing… He held your hand at his lips for a heartbeat and stared at you through his eyebrows. You felt blood rushed to your cheeks and you didn’t know why. 

You simply replied, “Goodnight,” and quickly retreated your hand back to your side. 

As the Zenin men made their exit, your eyes lingered on Toji. Wanting to know what was going on behind that calm and collected face. Surely you would find out soon enough… You’ll be married sooner rather than later. And with that realization, your stomach doesn’t turn in disgust. You feel some relief actually. Just off the first impression, he seemed to be true about what he said. 

You wonder to yourself, “Is the shame of the Zenin clan really going to the escape I’ve been praying for?”

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Chapter 2

I think the twins idea is great for a 2 dads + 1 mom dynamic!

Summary: One week after your engagement to Satoru and Suguru (Let's Make This Official), you all decide it's time to publicly announce, specifically to the Higher Ups. CW: MDNI, angst, fluff, and smut. p in v, anal, m & f receiving oral, creampie, quickie, threesome, established relationship, Top Satoru, Bottom Suguru, reader is very anxious, higher ups are annoying and homophobic. WC: 4.6k

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Satoru needed to blow off some steam before his meeting with the Higher Ups and you were happy to help. 

Watching him get ready somehow turned into you bent over the bathroom sink while he blew your back out. 

“Fuck, baby- look at your face,” he says as he grips your hair and forces your eyes up to stare at your reflection. 

Your eyes go to your fucked out face for a second before looking at Satoru. He’s biting his bottom lip, threatening to break the skin with his teeth. He has a lethal grip on your frizzy curls, using them as leverage to deepen his thrusts. 

Your phone lights up with a notification, your eyes go to it, and you notice the time. Satoru needs to leave now or he’s going to be late. 

“Satoru- you need to leave soon,” you gasp out.  

“I’m not stopping, they can wait,” he slows his thrusts in retaliation. 

Satoru doesn’t care about being late, you care more than he does. Today, he’s telling the Higher Ups of your engagement and he needs to be on time. There’s no reason to start off an already tense conversation on a bad foot. 

You clench your walls around his cock and hold them as tight as you can. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and inclines his head, “Are you trying to rush me?” 

“No- I mean, yes. You need- fuck- you need to be on time.” You’re trying to look as serious as you can with him inside you. 

“I guess you’re right.” He pulls out of you, grabs your hips to whirl you around, and you push yourself up on the counter top. Satoru’s restraint always snapped when he was looking directly at you. 

He wraps your legs around his waist and is already lining back up, “Be a good girl and help me cum.” He pushes his cock back into you and you cry out. Your arms wrap around his back and you bring him in close. Your foreheads are pressed together and you’re holding eye contact as he increases his speed. Every time he pulls out, you clench around him hard, over and over. Your nails find his defined back muscles and dig in. He tenses at the sharpness and gives you a feral grin. 

Your lips meet and you’re barely kissing, you’re mostly swapping exhaled breaths and moaning into each other's mouths. 

“I’m not done with you. I’m gonna need you again after the meeting.” His piercing eyes feel threatening at this proximity. 

“Same, I’ll be thinking about this all day. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

His thrusts begin to stutter and he lets out a low growl, “It’s probably too late for you to squirt on me?” 

“Later. I need you to cum now, not me.” You assault him with one more forceful clench and he’s falling over the edge. 

As his orgasm rips through him, you sigh with relief at the first spurt that floods inside you. 

His thrusts slow as he finishes inside you, you both look down at your connecting spots and marvel at it. 

Once he’s finished, he taps your phone screen while still inside you. When he sees the time, he pulls out of you quickly and immediately pulls his pants up.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses to himself as he throws his shirt on and finds his blindfold. Once he’s decent, he bolts out the door while you’re still left on the counter, panting. A second later he runs back into the bathroom and plants a forceful kiss on your lips, “Can’t leave before saying goodbye. I love you.” He’s already running out the door as you call out, “I love you too! Good luck.” 

Your fiancé, soon to be husband, was horrible at arriving anywhere on time. He will somehow manage to be late to your wedding. 

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“This is surprisingly delightful news. We turned a blind eye when the rumors of you and Geto circulated and what that would mean for your lineage. Now, if there is a woman, you have means to produce heirs - for both of you. You can act as if you are only betrothed to her and have a more traditional marriage that way.”

Satoru paused for a moment to choose his next words carefully, “That’s not why we’re getting married. And it’s all three of us, not just me and her.” 

“Regardless, an heir for the Gojo clan will be needed some day. And now you will be able to have one. Surely you and Geto can not have a child and a marriage between you two would be… untraditional. If an heir is not born then your seat may need to fall to the next of kin.” “I never mentioned anything about having kids. This is an engagement announcement, plain and simple.”

“Do you mean to tell us the head of the Gojo clan does not wish to produce any heirs?” “Like I’m going to discuss our family planning with creepy, old men,” Satoru scoffs to himself before continuing, “I did not come here for marriage counseling. I felt that it was generous to let you all know before we publicly announce. If we decide to have children, that will not be of your concern.” 

“Gojo, you are a clan head and have responsibilities that are expected of you. If you do not-” 

Satoru cuts them off with a wave of his hand, “Also this meeting is to let you know that after we are married, Suguru and I will not be accepting any missions for at least three months. We require time with our wife to get settled into married life. I’m at least giving you the courtesy of letting you know in advance.” 

Silence falls among the Higher Ups and they side eye each other with looks of disgust. 

Satoru takes that beat of silence to make his exit, “Well, it’s been a pleasure talking to you like always.” He turns on his heels to begin making his exit. 

“Gojo! You may spat at tradition, but we do not. You will make a fool of yourself by marrying a man and you’ll multiply that tenfold by marrying a woman as well and not producing heirs. The other clan heads understand their duties and it’s time you do as well.” 

He stops in his tracks and turns his head over his shoulder, “And what are you going to do about it? This union will have the two strongest sorcerers united as one.”

“We request a meeting with you and Geto as soon as he returns from his mission, there is more to be discussed.” 

“Request: denied.” He smiles to himself as he turns his head back and continues walking out. 

The hire ups continue squawking, but Satoru has already tuned them out. He strolls out of the meeting hall and makes his way to the main campus. 

He checks his phone and sees a text from Suguru in your groupchat: [How did it go?]

He groans at the idea of explaining how that went. He’s not even sure how to explain it over text, so he decides to ignore it for now. His next stop is to meet with his students and tell them of the news. Not that he wants to indulge his personal life with his students, but he knows rumors will begin circulating soon. He’d rather them hear it from him than the bitter Higher Ups who may try to stir contentment. 

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“So, you’re saying that you’re marrying not only Geto-sensei, but also a woman?” Megumi asks with almost a look of annoyance, “Why are you telling us this?” 

“Because the Higher Ups are pissed and will probably try anything to interfere. Before the nasty rumors start, I wanted you all to hear it from me first. Also, it’s going to be obvious that two of your teachers are married.” 

“Like you’ve ever cared what the Higher Ups have to say,” Maki scoffs while twirling her cursed tool in her hand. 

“No, I don’t care, but I-” Satoru is cut off by Nobara.

“This is weird, how does that even work? You two and a woman?” She visibly cringes at the thought. 

“Wow and I thought my students would be more open minded than this. I already got chewed out by the Higher Ups.” 

“I don’t care about you being with a man or woman, it’s just the fact that it's both. Was one person really not enough?” Nobara says with a confused look. 

“It’s not that one wasn’t enough- you know what, I’m not going into details. I just wanted to tell you all before it was public.” 

Yuji, who has been quiet for most of the conversation finally chimes in, “I’m happy for you Sensei, really.” 

Inumaki adds an enthusiastic, “Salmon.” 

“Thank you, Yuji! At least someone is happy for me.” 

“I’m also happy for you Sensi, you and Geto both. So, what’s she like?” Panda asks as he takes a seat on the ground. 

“You haven’t met her? She’s volunteered at the school before. She’s really nice, I’m just surprised she’d want to be with you.” 

Satoru rolls his eyes at Nobara’s remark and continues answering Panda’s question, “She’s amazing. She’s intelligent, kind, and so funny. And yes, she does volunteer here from time to time. If you happen to run into her, please be respectful and do not bombard her with questions.” 

“Is her last name going to be Gojo or Geto? Or both?!” Yuji asks with much enthusiasm. 

“Uhhh, I don’t know. We haven’t talked about that yet, she’ll probably just keep her last name.” 

“When’s the wedding?” Nobara asks before Satoru can form his next thought. 

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked about it yet.” 

“You seem kinda unprepared,” Maki says. 

“We just got engaged last week!” Satoru spits off defensively. 

“Can you bring her around so we can meet her when she’s not here working?” Yuji is leaning forward with intrigue. 

“That’s up to her, I’ll ask. With how you guys are interrogating me right now, I don’t know if she’ll want to come around.” 

“Oh, whatever!” Nobara says in a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest. 

 “Alright, is that all the questions? Last call because I’m already tired.” 

“Are we going to be invited to the wedding?” Yuji asks. 

“I don’t know we-” 

Maki and Megumi finish his sentence in sync, “We haven’t talked about it yet.” 

He snaps his fingers and points at them to indicate that they are right. 

“Okay enough questions. You all need to get back to training.” He gestures his hand to shoo them off. 

A communal groan falls from them as they leisurely get back up to continue their exercises. 

Satoru checks his phone and sees more texts from you and Suguru, 

You replied with just a question mark to emphasize Suguru’s message that was left on read. 

You replied again: [“Soooo??”] 

He finally finds a response to send back, “I’ll tell you later when I get home. It’s fine, really.” 

✦ ✦ ✦

By the time Satoru got home, you had already gotten settled in for the evening. You were lounging on your sofa bed when you heard the front door unlock. Before he can fully enter the house, you’re already walking to the front door, “How did it go?” 

Satoru sighs, “I’d rather tell you at the same time as Suguru. I’m going to call him here in a bit. I want to shower first.” 

You make your way over to him to give him a welcoming kiss, trying not to push the topic too much. While you want all the details now, you understand it’s only fair that you know when Suguru does since he’s not home. 

“I’ll go ahead and tell you, I did tell the students and they were full of questions. I felt like I was getting interrogated. They also want to meet you, but I said that’s up to you.” 

You were caught off guard by his last statement. You didn’t think that you would peak his students' interest. 

“Oh, uhm- let me think about it. I mean I’ll meet them when I volunteer.” 

“They said they wanted to meet you when you’re not there to work, I guess in a more casual setting.” 

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I’m sure I’ll meet them all eventually.” 

“They also asked when the wedding was and whose last name you would take. I looked like an idiot because I didn’t have an answer for either of those questions.” 

“Honestly, I haven’t thought much about it.” 

“Thats what I said!” 

“I’ve thought about the wedding some; I don’t want a big, traditional wedding. I just want it to be us, somewhere beautiful. We’ll go get the official piece of paper whenever, but I want to have our own thing, just us.” 

“I like that idea.” He smiles and brings you in for a hug. The hug lingers, sealing your bodies together. 

You finally pull back from the hug, “Okay, go shower. I’ll ask Sugu when he’s free to call.”

“You don’t want to join me?” 

“No, I’ll shower before bed.”

“I wasn’t asking for you to join me to get clean.” He says with that shit eating grin on his face. 

“If we start round two now, Suguru is never going to get a call.” You land a kiss on his cheek before going back to your room. 

✦ ✦ ✦

You and Satoru settle onto your bed while you facetime Suguru. You prop your phone up on a pillow as you and Satoru sit criss-cross next to each other, with your phone positioned in front of you. 

Suguru answers on the second ring and smiles widely at the image of both of you, “Hi!”

“How’s your mission going?” 

“Ehhh,” he groans in hesitation, “It’s fine. I’ll talk about it later. Satoru, what happened with the Higher Ups?” 

“Better than expected, but also not- I don’t know. They’re not thrilled about two guys getting married. They were excited when I said we were marrying y/n because they thought we’d essentially be using her as a concubine. They’d prefer me to act like I’m only married to her.” 

Your head snaps to look at him, “What?!” Rage summers beneath your skin. 

“I didn’t say it! They did. They thought we were marrying you just as a means to produce heirs. When I told them that wasn’t the point, they started going on about duties and spewing other bullshit.” 

“Are you fucking serious?” Suguru mutters in pure disgust. 

“Yep, they said I’d be making a fool of myself by marrying you. But it’ll be even worse if I marry a woman and don’t have children.” 

“Why are they even asking about that? It’s none of their concern.” Your heart rate is increasing by the second. 

“It’s not, but they like to think it is since I'm a clan head. Since the others bend to their will, they think I should fall in line too.” 

“What does this mean for us?” 

“It means we do what we want and ignore them. That’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.” 

“That’s not completely true, Satoru. The Higher Ups could try to diminish your influence, even motion to have the Gojo clan removed from the three families. Since it is only you and they view you as a thorn in their side, they could very well do that.” Suguru says the words as if they are bile in his mouth. 

“And if they do, then what? They’re really going to banish the most powerful sorcerer from their ranks? I doubt it.” Satoru has an arrogant undertone to his words. 

“I don’t agree with them either, but when it comes to tradition, they do not waver. You are expected to have an heir and if you don’t, they could have your seat passed to a next of kin.”

“Yeah, they mentioned that but I didn’t take them seriously.” 

Your face fell into your hands as you took a deep breath in, “They already discussed removing you?” 

“I wouldn’t say it was discussed, more a threat.”

“Satoru, I feel like you’re not taking this seriously!” You bring your face up and look at him with an intense stare that makes him shift in his seat. 

“Maybe we need to lay low for a bit, not pursue the wedding. Give this time to blow over.” You drop your head in defeat and stare at the mattress. 

“Like Hell that’s going to happen. We’re going to do this on our own time, not theirs!” 

“I don’t want this- or us, to make things any harder for either of you. You already deal with enough and if this is going to have them breath down your necks then…” Your stomach drops at the idea and you feel a wave of nausea consume you. 

“Then what?!” Satoru spits out furiously. 

Tears start lining your eyes as you say, “I don’t know. I didn’t expect this to be such an issue.” 

“It’s only an issue if we make it one. This is what they want! They want to scare us into doing what they want.” Satoru brings his hand to your thigh and looks to Suguru for reassurance. 

“I think we should wait until I’m home to talk about this. Give us a few days to sit on it and come back when we’re all together.” Suguru says with concern, noticing the emotions that are starting to rise to the surface. 

You stay quiet and nod your head, trying to hold the tears back. 

Satoru lets out a dissatisfied sigh and begrudgingly agrees. A solemn goodbye follows as you hang up the call. 

You immediately curl up under the covers and try to hold it together while Satoru is still in your room. 

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, facing you. A comforting hand goes to your head, “What’s on your mind?” 

You shut your eyes because looking at him for too long will cause the tears to flow out. “Please, I don’t want to talk about it until Sugu’s home.” 

Satoru’s eyes fill with worry, he drops to his knees at the bedside and his face is only inches from yours, “It’ll be fine, I promise.” He pauses for a moment to see if you engage any further. When you stay quiet and keep your eyes shut, he places a kiss on your forehead before leaving. 

✦ ✦ ✦

You barely sleep that night, tossing and turning constantly. Every time you’re conscious, the thoughts and worries start to come back. The more you try to shut them out, the worse it gets. 

That theme of thoughts haunts you for the next four days before Suguru gets home: 

What if we don’t get married? We can just stay together and act as if we’re married. 

Who will try to challenge Satoru? They can’t really think they stand a chance against him. 

What if just Satoru and I got married? Since they emphasized the foolishness of him and Suguru. No, that’s not fair to Suguru. I want to be tied to him as well. 

When will they start asking again about children? We haven’t even discussed it ourselves. I didn’t imagine children in our future. But if Satoru doesn’t have an heir, then what? Is the Gojo clan ruined? 

What if Satoru and Suguru stay together publicly and I fall into the background? Not making our relationship obvious to outsiders? 

Where could we go to escape the crushing pressure of Jujutsu society? Where they are not meddling in our lives? 

What if this was all a mistake? It was foolish to think the Higher Ups would accept a marriage like this of a clan head. 

You feel like an idiot for thinking all this was going to happen without any hiccups. You figured the Higher Ups would just be disapproving, but agreeable, not out right threaten Satoru and remind him of ‘duties’. Your throat goes dry every time you think about the worst case scenario: you don’t get married. You tried to tell yourself just dating would be satisfactory, but you knew deep down that wasn’t true. 

Those four days before Suguru came home, you were a version of yourself you hadn’t seen in a long time. Void of enthusiasm or joy, withdrawn, depressed… When you went out in public with Satoru, you hesitated to hold his hand or show any real affection. Afraid of who might see and what that might stir up. 

There was a volunteer opportunity at the school that you could have been used for, but you denied it immediately. There was no way you’d be able to go to that place right now and possibly run into those men. What if the Higher Ups saw you and then they started badgering you next? 

✦ ✦ ✦

When Suguru finally arrived home, relief washed over you at the fact he was home and safe. But then dread quickly followed, knowing that the inevitable conversation was going to happen. 

You all danced around the topic for hours while you allowed Suguru to get unpacked and settled back in. You got through dinner which was more tense and awkward than it needed to be. Satoru was trying to act like nothing was wrong, you stayed quiet, and Suguru awkwardly settled in the middle; between trying to keep a tepid demeanor for you while playing into Satoru’s enthusiasm. 

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, Satoru planted both hands on the table and let out a dramatic breath, “Okay, let’s talk about it.” 

You and Suguru make eye contact and wearily look over to Satoru, unsure of who should go first. 

“I say we do whatever the fuck we want and let the rest figure itself out. They can threaten and squawk all they want, but that’s not changing what I want- what we want.” Satoru states and looks to you both, waiting for a follow up. 

“I’m afraid of what this could mean for you and Suguru long term. The Higher Ups already cause you enough stress, I don’t want this to make that any worse. I’m fine for whatever makes your lives easier even if that means holding off on getting married.” You get those last words out without managing to burst into tears, like you want to. 

Suguru sighs, “If we let them dictate our lives now, it’ll only get worse. But also, if we are not cautious, they could still make things worse for us.” 

“Okay and that’s why I’m saying we just do what we want. They’re going to make our lives difficult anyways, so we might as well be happy in our personal lives, right?” Satoru’s eyes widened for emphasis. 

“What I’m most concerned about is the whole heir situation. If you don’t have children, your clan will cease to exist, right? The Higher Ups aren’t going to let that happen. But also, I don’t really want kids. I didn’t imagine kids in our future, just us. If having children is a requirement, then I don’t know…” Your words trail off because you don’t dare finish that sentence. 

“Personally, I’m indifferent about kids. What I’m definitely not going to do is have one because it’s expected of me. I have other relatives, the clan seat can fall to them if it must.” 

“But are you okay with that? Is that really what you want?” You hesitantly ask, afraid of his true response. 

“If it means us living the life that we want, then yes. I don’t give a fuck about the responsibilites or duties I carry as long as I have you two. Both of you.” 

“We will have to tread lightly and play nice if we do get married. We can not give them another reason to threaten Satoru or I. If we’re going to win the war, we may have to give up a few battles.” Suguru begins to wrap his hair into a bun, as if he’s preparing for a fight.

“So, is that a yes?” Satoru leans toward Suguru. 

“It’s a yes with conditions.” Suguru replies, then they both look at you. 

“It’s a yes as long as the both of you are fine. I don’t want your lives to be any harder than they already are. I don’t want anyone challenging you or us.” Your pitiful eyes gaze up to meet theirs. 

“Well, good thing you are marrying the two strongest sorcerers.” Satoru rests his head on his hand while the corners of his mouth etched into a sincere smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. 

“We - all three of us - are getting married because we love each other. Nothing is going to get in the way of that. I will make sure of that. I’ll listen to those Higher Ups squabble about it until it kills them. The fact is you will both be my consorts to the Gojo clan. No one is taking my seat unless I give it away. And no one is going to fuck with my husband or wife either.” 

You push your spiraling thoughts to the side to take in Satoru’s words. A promise to you and Suguru that you know he will keep. A flood of emotion washes over your face and you are standing up to make your way over to them. By the time you make your way to their side of the table, they are waiting for your embrace. Your arms tangle around each other and your emotions subside, knowing that things will work out. This is going to be easy for them, but they are the strongest after all. They’ll figure it out - you all will figure it out. 

✦ ✦ ✦

Later that night, Satoru showed you and Suguru just how much he cared for you both. He made love to you and worshipped your bodies like it was his dying wish. He pulled so many orgasms from both of you, it was dizzying. 

You were bent over top of Suguru with your ass in the air while Satoru switched between giving both of you head. When one of you would get close, he’d stop and redirect to the other. He did that over and over until you were begging for release. 

When he was finally ready to give you both what you wanted, you were shaking with anticipation. He kept you in that same position when he finally entered you. Your moans and cries were muffled by Suguru’s lips as Satoru thrusted into you from behind. Gripping your hips like your skin was glued to his palms. 

When you’d start making those needy moans, showing that you were close, he pulled out and switched to Suguru. You groaned at the emptiness of him, but were quickly electrified by watching Suguru find his pleasure beneath you. 

Satoru’s thrusts were sensual and commandeering, as if he was trying to brand both of your insides with the shape of him. 

You’d lost count of how many times he made you and Suguru cum, but when your final orgasms ripped through you, he finally found his release. 

Before he finished, he uttered, “My beautiful mates, so perfect…” and that declaration sent him over the edge. He was inside Suguru when his release found him. 

All your bodies were thoroughly rang out from pleasure. There was nothing left to give. You all settled into your favorite cuddle position to come down from that high; you in the middle and them on either side of you. 

Feeling their rapid breaths hit your neck, their hearts pounding into you, and the scattered kisses that followed. You turn to kiss both of them, them stretching over to kiss the other two. 

The exhaustion left no room for your brain to overthink. All you could focus on were the two men you were sandwiched between. And you wanted it that way. 

There was no need to worry, things will work out because this is meant to be. 

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Master List

On AO3, they are in chronological order. I'll continue posting fics on here and AO3 as well.

Intro: you met Kento Nanami while interning at his former company. After he left to go back to sorcery, your friendship continues to flourish outside the work place. But do 'just friends' have heart achingly, sensual sex?

CW: MDNI, blow job, fingering, f! receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity, virgin!nanami, experienced!femreader, very very intimiate, feelings are confessed, cuddling.

WC: 5k

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You’re not sure how a friendly relationship escalated to this in minutes: you straddling his lap and grinding your hips down onto his clothed erection. 

Maybe it was because you’re currently ovulating. Maybe it was because Kento kept saying tonight how stressed out he’s been; how he desired an escape. 

Regardless of the reason, you were both drowning in each other right now. You weren’t getting enough air in between your tongues and lips learning the shape of each other. You pulled back to catch your breath, forcing air in, and looking into Kento’s lustful eyes. His hazel eyes were the darkest you’d ever seen them. They pulled at something deep inside you that you didn’t know was there for your friend. 

Were you really going to escalate your friendship to this? To a physical stage that you can’t come back from? Are you going to regret this later? 

Your short term wants override your long term rational as you peel your clothing off. 

You pull your shirt up and over your head. The cool air nips at your warm skin and you lean over to reconnect your lips, chasing that heat. His eyes go wide at seeing you in just your bra. Your hands are all over him: his chest, his face, his neck. But his hands have stayed either on your hips or back. You expected his hands to be on your breasts by now, but they’re frozen on your hips. 

He pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, “I don’t know how far you plan on going tonight, but I-” his cheeks flush with embarrassment, “I haven’t done much with a woman.” 

You rest your hands on his chest as you process his words, “Are you telling me that you are still a virgin? How is that even possible?”

“I don’t know- I’ve never found the time to prioritize a relationship… I’ve been busy since I left the company and came back to being a sorcerer. I haven’t got to date much.” 

“Well you don’t have to be in a relationship to have sex, you know?”

“I know- I- I would just prefer it to be that way.”

“Okay, so do you not want to…” 

“No! No, I didn’t say that. I want to. I just wanted to tell you first so you’re not disappointed.” 

“I doubt that’s possible. We can take it slow, okay?” 

He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, “Whatever you’re comfortable with is more than fine with me.” 

“Well first, you can start by actually touching me.” You place your hands over his and move them up your body. His hands are so warm as they rub up your back, it sends shivers down your spine. 

His hands settle just below your bra and you reach back to remove it. When he realizes what you’re doing, you can feel his cock twitch beneath you. You smile at the reaction and continue to unclasp your bra. As it falls down and off your arms, his mouth falls open in awe. 

You bring his hand to your breasts and force a squeeze, he moans at the contact and you grind your hips down onto him. Butterflies are already fluttering in your stomach as his hand settles around the shape of your breasts. You drop your hand to allow him to explore on his own. He grazes his thumb over your nipple and kneads the side of your breast with the rest of his hand. His touch is gentle and hesitant. 

He gains the courage to bring his other hand to your other breast and grabs a handful of them, he breaks the kiss and stares at your chest, “They’re so soft,” he says in disbelief. You chuckle, unsure of how to respond. He seems so innocent right now, holding your breasts in his hand and drooling over them. He’s mesmerized and you’re not even fully naked yet. 

You bring your hands down to his belt and start undoing it, his hips squirm at your urgency to get his cock free. Once you get his belt undone, you unbutton and unzip his pants. He lets go of your breasts and uses his hands to push himself up off the couch to allow his pants to come off. You can already tell the shape and size of him through the fabric. And you already know he’s bigger than most men you’ve been with. 

You tug his pants and underwear down to the middle of his thighs and stare at his throbbing cock that’s been freed. “Ken, you’re big- like bigger than most.” His chin drops to his chest and he stares down at himself, as if trying to reevaluate the size of his cock. “Is that bad?” He says with genuine curiosity. 

You push your lips to the side, “I don’t know if you’ll fit.” 

His eyes go wide with worry, “Seriously?”

You can’t keep the teasing act up, you immediately smile to call your bluff, “No it’ll fit. It’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll fit.” 

“Oh okay…” He says with a sigh of relief as his head falls back onto the couch. You push yourself off his lap and drop to your knees in front of him. You bring his pants down to his ankles and settle between his muscular thighs. The soft blonde hairs covering his thighs tickle your arms as you rest them there. 

Your hand grabs at the base and his body is already reacting to your touch. His respirations turn labored and soft noises escape his throat. 

“So sensitive…” You tease as you squeeze the base of him. Your hand doesn’t even fully cover him, there’s still at least an inch of space between your thumb and the rest of your fingers. 

“Sorry, I’ve never- never done this before.” 

“I know, Ken.” You say and you bring your lips to his tip to kiss it. 

His breath catches at the light contact and he gazes down at you. 

You hold his tip right at your lips and flick your tongue against it. You’re already tasting his precum that’s escaped and savoring the taste of him. You look up at him through your eyebrows and hold his gaze. 

The usually buttoned up, stoic man you know is putty in your hands right now. He’s coming undone under your touch and you’re living for every second of it. 

You open your lips to take him in and actually suck this time, just enough to get a reaction. His hips buck off the couch and he lets out a needy moan.  

You know by the sheer size of him, you will not be able to fully fit him in your mouth. Your hand will have to assist in covering his entire length. 

You sink down on him slowly and he’s already losing his mind. He’s mumbling, “Oh my god” to himself over and over as you take him in deeper. 

You notice his arms are limp at his side, leaving his hands unoccupied. You reach for his hand and bring it to the top of your head. He quickly grips your head and your scalp tingles at the sensation of him pulling on your hair. 

When you take in as much of him as you can, you begin tracing the veins of his cock with your tongue. You’re so full of him, your tongue barely has room to move around. When you work your way to a vein directly down his underside, he hisses and you can feel the muscles in his thighs tense and spasm beneath you. 

You begin bobbing your head up and down the half of him that’s in your mouth. His body curls inward on itself and he cries out a string of profanities. You’re encouraged by his reaction and add in your hand to the mixture of pleasure. Pumping your fist over his base in sync with you bobbing up and down. 

“My God, that’s so good. Your mouth- fuck. Its, its…” He doesn't finish his sentence because he can’t. You’ve stolen the words from his mouth with your mouth. His cock twitches and you taste as a trail of precum runs down the back of your throat. 

You hum around him, causing pleasurable vibrations to radiate through his dick and balls. 

“Please slow down or I’m going to cum already.” He tightens his grip on your scalp as if trying to pull you off of him. 

You slow your pace and remove him from your mouth with a dramatic POP. You look up at him and are captivated by the image infront of you. His cheeks are flush, chest heaving, and his eyelids heavy. Those blonde locks no longer perfectly in place, but falling down around his face. 

You push yourself up using his knees and loom over him, he’s looking at you like you just gave him the world. 

“Can you lie down, I want to touch you.” He says it as if he's going to die if you don't.

You strip yourself free of your pants and underwear and stand there; letting him take in the view of your naked body. A low growl starts in his chest and he leans forward, pulling you in by your hips. His lips work kisses all over your stomach and hip bones. Your hands go to his hair and ruffle it, enjoying the pleasure he’s drinking from you. He places a combination of pecks and smooches across your skin and your stomach tightens from the butterflies humming inside. 

You put both hands on his shoulders and pull him away from you, so that you can lie down. You settle into the couch with your head just below the arm rest and you open your legs to make room for him. 

He slots himself between your legs and stares down at your dripping cunt, as if he’s totally unprepared for what to do next. 

“Where should I touch you first?” 

“Where do you want to touch me?” 

He brings his middle finger to your dripping entrance and places it there.

“That’s a good place to start.” You wink at him to show your approval.

He grazes his finger back and forth through your folds, his finger is practically slipping with how aroused you are. The gentle touch of him is making your head spin. Your eyes flutter shut as your cunt clenches from his finger. 

He notices what your body is asking for and pushes his finger, but halts when he feels a natural curve of your anatomy. 

“Curve your finger up some and keep going.” 

He listens and does just that, his finger finds passage along your tight walls and he is sliding in further. His thick finger is making you feel so full.  

“You’re so warm…” He whispers as his finger is fully enveloped inside you. 

He pauses there, letting your walls flutter around him. The fact that you are already reacting like this and he only has one finger inside you… 

His finger becomes familiar with your insides as he begins to pump in and out of you. Your back bows off the couch and your eyes fall back into your head. His pace and that single finger is sending pleasure through your entire pelvis. You’re moaning and whimpering his praises as he picks up the pace. 

He removes his finger from you and gracefully brings it to his mouth to suck his finger clean. The scene in front of you makes your stomach jump into your throat; watching his lips work around his finger and his eyes roll back when the taste of you hits his tongue. He releases his finger from his mouth with a satisfied sigh, “You taste just how I dreamed you would.” 

Just how I dreamed? Has he thought about this, about us, before today? Was this not as spontaneous as it seemed? 

He moves himself back until he’s far enough to lean down and settle between your thighs. Your legs fall open further to grant him more room. 

Placing kisses to the inside of your thighs has your core on fire. He inches in further until he’s at your center, you feel his hot breaths waving against your wetness and it gives you chills. You watch as he flattens his tongue and plants it right on your soaking core. You’re immediately needing more, so much more at the little taste you’ve gotten of him. Your hand goes to his head and your fingers dance through his hair. He laps up your arousals over and over with a flick of his tongue and your hands tangle in his golden locks. 

He’s orienting his tongue to your anatomy when he licks upward until he hits your clit. 

“Suck on it, please,” you gasp out desperately, while you’re squirming beneath him. You’re sensually grinding your hips into his face.

His lips seal around your bundle of nerves and sucks hard. You jolt your hips downward at the sharp tinge that shoots through your clit, “Ah! Too hard, Ken. Lighter.” 

He mumbles, “Sorry” into your clit and lightens his approach. His hands have made their ways to the outside of your hips and you can feel his grip tightening as he continues suckling on your bundle of nerves, “Oh Ken,” you moan out, “Yes, like that. That feels so good.” You’re swimming in the pleasure he is pulling from you. 

How is this his first time? Was he just saying that? There’s no way he hasn’t done this before. 

Your words of encouragement do something to him because he’s adding his tongue into the mix. His lips are sealed around your clit while his tongue flicks directly into the center. Your legs jerk upward at the change and you cry out softly. Your fingers tighten on his locks, desperately needing to hold yourself together. 

Your eyes roll back into your head as the pleasure swallows you whole. His warm tongue working the most pathetic sounds out of you. You can hear a symphony of slurps and sucks coming from between your legs as Kento devours you. 

You have to call all your strength to get a coherent sentence out, “Ken, I need you.” You tug on his hair to motion him up toward you. He makes a few more passes with his tongue before he detaches and moves up your body. 

“I don’t want to do this here, not on a couch I can barely fit on.” He pushes himself off the couch and stands up. You push yourself to a sitting position and before you can swing your feet to touch the floor, Kento has squatted down and scooped you into his arms. You let out a soft yelp as you feel the couch come out from beneath you and you’re pressed against his chest. 

He carries you to his bedroom while he gazes at you, “Do you know how beautiful you are?” 

You don’t know what to say, so you bring your arm around his neck and kiss him. You both moan into the kiss as you’re buzzing with anticipation. 

He lays you down in the center of the bed and crawls over top of you. His toned arms are caging you in, hands planted on either side of your head. And his cock is dangerously close to your entrance. Your eyes trail up his body until you get to that devastatingly handsome face. You’re seeing him with new eyes. No longer your attractive friend, but something else. A man who you need more than you ever imagined. 

All of a sudden, his eyes go wide and worry covers his features, “I don’t have any condoms, fuck. I’m sorry, we can-”

You cut him off, “It’s okay, I’m not stopping this. I’m on birth control, it’s fine.” 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this now.” 

“I want to do this now, I need you so bad, Ken. I wouldn’t have wanted to use them even if you had them.”

“You saying my name like that… fuck, it’s doing something to me that I don’t even want to admit.” 

You lift your hand to cup his cheek and whisper his name again. 

He groans at the sound of his name on your lips, “No one else calls me that. But when you say it, my God. I like to think I’m a disciplined man, but you’re pulling that thread and I’m unraveling already.” 

Your hand snakes from his cheek to his neck and you pull him in for a deep kiss. You throw your legs around his waist urging him to enter you. 

He breaks the kiss but keeps your foreheads connected. He looks down between your bodies as he grabs his cock and places the tip at your fluttering hole. He brings that hand back up to your cheek and begins pushing in. 

The first second of him inside you has you reeling. You both gaze down at him sliding into you at an agonizing pace. 

His size makes your walls stretch more than they’ve ever had to. When he’s only a few inches inside you, he lets out a low, “Fuuuckkk…” as you whimper beneath him. 

The stretch your walls are enduring is earth shattering, just below the threshold of too much while exceeding the threshold of pleasure. 

You shift your eyes up from your connecting bodies and realize how incredibly intimate this moment is. Your foreheads pressed together, a hand on each others faces, sharing breaths, all while maintaining eye contact. 

This is not what you were expecting when you climbed into his lap. You thought this would be more like scratching an itch for both of you. But it’s much more than that right now. 

He’s probably just really into this because it’s his first time, right? 

You already feel so full, but you know he’s not all the way in yet. He’s going slow, not sure if that’s for himself or you - or both. But you need to feel him completely, now. 

You lock your ankles around each other behind his back and use that leverage to heave him into you. He bottoms out inside you with a jolt of his hips and a gasping choke that steals the air from his lungs. 

Your insides were perfectly molded around the shape of him as you held him, balls deep inside you. Your arms engulfed his back and there wasn’t even room for air between your bodies right now. 

It feels like your soul is pouring out and right into him; two bodies that were already in sync with each other. 

You trail kisses from his lips, to his cheek, and down his neck while you savored this moment. You and him, connected in the most intimate way. 

“I don’t know if I can move without finishing,” he says in a sincere tone. 

You giggle at his candor, “I’m not in a rush. We can stay like this or if you do finish fast, that’s okay. I just want you to enjoy this, Ken” you put a seductive emphasis on his name that evokes a soft whimper from him. 

You let go of the leg lock you have his hips trapped under, so that he can move. Your knees fall open to give him the most space. 

He begins moving back and forth inside you, but only by an inch or two at a time. He’s staying mainly inside you before pushing back in. It’s not enough, you need so much more. Instead of begging for more, you occupy your mouth. 

Your lips have found his neck. Your saliva on his skin creates a dizzying taste of yourself, his natural scent, sweat, and the remnants of his body wash. You suck his skin into your mouth with the intention of leaving a mark. 

He thrusts into you with more force this time and stills inside you, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “I can’t even think straight right now. Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He pushes his torso off of you with his arms and he’s looming over you. 

“What am I doing to you, Ken?” You clench your walls around him at the end of your sentence. 

His eyes roll back and you wonder if that sent him over the edge, “Shit! That- this- all of it. You feel better than I could’ve imagined.” 

“You feel good too. I’m so full and I need more- when you’re ready.” 

“I’m ready but I just can’t promise how long I’ll last.” 

“Don’t think about that. It’s not like this is going to be our only time.” 

His eyes sparkle with desire, “Promise?” 

“Yes. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time, I’ll probably need two more rounds just tonight.” 

He smiles with all teeth as he leans down to kiss you. His hips roll back as his length retreats from you, he’s over halfway out when he slides back in. High pitched moans escape your lips as he sets his new depth. His thrusts aren’t deep enough to move the bed, but they’re deep enough to drive you insane. 

The obscene noises from your connection fills the room. Squelches and squishes from your dripping cunt, the arousal that’s now spilling out of you. You can’t remember the last time your body was this loud for someone. 

You bring your hand up to his chest and press it over his heart. His thunderous heart beat echoes back into your palm and it makes your breath catch. You’re not completely sure why, but being able to see how all his body is reacting to you… it’s addicting. 

As he builds his rhythmic, deep pace, you’re babbling nonsense beneath him, “Right there- ah! So good, Ken. You’re so deep.” 

“You feel like heaven, I don’t know how I’ve managed to last this long.” 

“Please- faster,” your hands grip his shoulders to emphasize your plea. 

“How fast, dear?” 

Him calling you that makes your curls toe on instinct, “As fast as you can.” 

His hips stutter and his thrusts falter, knocking himself from his current steady rhythm. He alternates between quick, snappy thrusts and slow, deep thrusts while he figures out what “fast” is. 

When your tits are bouncing beneath him and the entire bed is moving, he knows this has to be “fast.” And from the cries you’re letting out. Every time he bottoms outs, a shock of pleasure is sent through your entire pelvis. 

You both sound like animals right now; panting, moaning, and whimpering. He said he was coming undone earlier and now so are you. 

Your legs find their way back to his waist and you lock your ankles together; still allowing him room to fuck you while keeping him as close as possible. 

“I-I’m close. I’ll pull out, do you want me to finish on-“ 

“Don’t pull out, please. I want you- need you to fill me up.” 

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Saying shit like that and you expect me not to…” his words trail off and his eyes roll back into his head. 

He gradually loses his rhythm and you can tell the end is near. 

“Put my legs on your shoulders, I need you… you even deeper when you finish.” 

A primal growl releases from him as he yanks your ankles and rests them on his broad shoulders. The new angle is debilitating. He’s pounding right into your gspot and you swear there’s no more air left in the room. 

A preliminary rush of endorphins is scattering your thoughts, rendering your brain useless.

“No other woman will be able to make me feel like this. You’re fucking perfect. It feels like we were made for each other, doesn’t it?” 

Your heart misses a beat at his words and your eyes dilate. Before you can think about the words, you gasp out, “Yes!” Your walls flutter around him to echo the sentiment and he hisses. 

“I’m about to-“ he grits out, but you cut him off, “Me too.” 

Your eyes find each other as you climb to the summit together. It feels like the ecstasy is lifting you off the bed, making you ascend. 

His thrusts deepen, while still stuttering and you can hear his balls slapping against you on contact. 

A final push into your gspot and you’re falling over the edge, taking him with you. Your eyes shut tight and there’s stars dancing behind your eyelids as wave after wave pours over you. Starting at your core and radiating outward, making your entire body go limp and rigid at the same time. 

You manage to open your eyes because you can’t miss his climax. 

His eyelids are so heavy, they’re almost closed, but still open enough for that hazel to come through. His hair is an absolute mess, ruffled and falling in every direction. Rosy cheeks that are flushed with arousal. And those lips - those lips that were drinking you in earlier. They’re inflamed from the amount of force you put on them. And they’re parted, just enough to let sharp breaths in. 

You feel a forceful twitch of his cock and his eyes roll back, he heaves himself inside you one final time as the euphoria of it all consumes him. 

He mumbles nonsense from above as he unleashes inside you, flooding your insides with his hot arousal. The sensation of his cum filling you sustains your orgasm even further, just knowing that it’s him who’s doing this to you. 

When the final spurt coats your walls, he stays fully inside you while he drops your legs from his shoulder. His chest heaving, trying to regain control of his breathing. 

You gaze up at him in awe, the man you just deflowered also just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life - how the fuck was that possible? 

You feel him start to soften inside you as he pulls out gently. He leans down and kisses you on the forehead, “I have no words, truly.” 

“Me either.” 

He collapses onto his back next to you. Your ragged breaths fill the air as you both come back to reality. 

“You know, a true gentleman will always offer to help a woman clean up after.” You turn your head toward him. 

When he understands what you’re saying, he props up on one elbow to look at you, “What can I get you?” 

You rub his forearm, “You’re off the hook this time. I need to pee anyways, so I got it.” 

He hesitantly nods, as if not sure of your response. 

You manage to peel yourself off the bed and sit up. As soon as gravity takes effect, you can feel his climax threatening to drip out of you. You scurry to the bathroom before it can leak out. 

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When you open the bathroom door, Kento is lying in bed but in his boxers this time. Both hands resting behind his head, his right leg is stretched downward while his left hip is turned out. You’re tempted to crawl on top of him and start round two right now. 

“I’d like to cuddle some, if that’s fine with you.” He brings a hand down to his right side and rubs the fabric, beckoning you to that spot. 

You chuckle at the way he asked, “That’s fine, Ken.” You grab one of his t shirts to put on before climbing in next to him. 

“I didn’t know if this would be too intimate.” He explains as you settle into his side. 

“You were just inside me, I don’t think cuddling is crossing a barrier.” What you really wanted to say was just how intimate that sex was. You’ve never gotten to that level with friends or casual hook ups. Sex has only been that breath taking within a long term relationship. Your stomach turns at the realization and you shoo the thought away. 

When you’re squished against his side with his arm holding you in, he says, “I don’t know how anything is going to surpass that - ever.” 

You smile at his praise, “Sex is a pretty transferable skill. Trust me, it’ll be good with anyone if you do exactly what you just did to me.” 

“That won’t be possible.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s not possible because I don’t feel for anyone else how I feel for you.” His thumb grazes your cheek, “I tried to tell myself it would be just sex, regardless of how I felt. Then I tasted you. And then I felt you wrapped around me like that.” He placed a kiss to the side of your mouth before continuing, “After that, it’s not possible for me to evade those feelings any longer.” 

Your world is spinning at his confession and you look back at him with wild eyes. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t know I felt more for you until tonight.” 

“As long as you feel it too,” he whispers into your hair and he takes a deep inhale of your scent. 

You rest your head on his chest and listen to his lungs fill and expel air. His heart beat is back to a steady, slow rhythm. The sounds of his body soothe you until you’re dozing off. You realize how shallow his breaths have become and you know he’s also falling into that same relaxed, unconscious state with you. 

You take a final inhale of his natural scent and that’s the last thing to claim your senses before you fall asleep in his arms. 

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I threw yall a curve ball this time. Had to show Namami some love ^_^

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