ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Elle)

ABOUT ME

I've been a certified reader for yearsss. I'm tired of not seeing enough of us. So I started to make my own. imma js post stuff that I like. I've watched a handful of anime, but I focus more on JJK.

RULES

I LOVEEE recommendations. I want a cunty community with my ppl. So no hate allowed here.

MASTERLIST⋆˚꩜｡

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

The first thing you noticed was the empty space beside you.

Your hand drifted across the sheets, searching instinctively for the familiar warmth that should have been there. Instead, your fingers met cool cotton.

You blinked awake.

The red numbers on the clock read 2:17 a.m.

"Kento...?"

No answer.

You pushed yourself up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The apartment was silent, the kind of silence that only existed in the middle of the night. Down the hall, your 18 month old son, was fast asleep. It wasn't often the house was this peaceful.

You slipped on one of Kento's oversized robes over your silk pajamas and wandered into the hallway.

A soft glow spilled from beneath the office door.

A smile tugged at your lips.

Of course.

You eased the door open.

There he was.

Kento sat exactly as you expected, tie long discarded, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, glasses perched low on his nose. Reports and documents were spread across his desk in perfect order while a fountain pen moved steadily across the page.

In the corner, a record player hummed softly with mellow jazz, filling the room with warmth.

He was so focused, he didn't notice you.

Not until you quietly stepped beside his chair.

He looked up.

"Darling.."

His shoulders stiffened just enough for you to catch it.

A grin spread across your face.

"You jumped."

"I did not."

"You definitely did."

"I was... surprised."

"Mhm."

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple before resting your chin on the top of his head.

"I woke up," you murmured.

"So I see."

"And my husband wasn't in bed."

"I have work."

You looked at the stacks of paperwork.

"It'll still be there tomorrow."

"So will tomorrow's work."

You sighed dramatically.

"I don't care."

He glanced at you over the edge of his glasses.

"I gathered."

"I want my husband back."

Something softened in his expression, though he quickly hid it behind his usual composure.

"I'll only be another hour."

"lier."

His pen stopped.

"...You heard that?"

"I hear everything."

You smiled to yourself before your eyes wandered toward the record player.

Without saying a word, you crossed the room.

The jazz faded as you lifted the needle.

Kento finally looked away from the reports.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

You searched through the stack of vinyls until your fingers found the one you wanted.

A smile spread across your face.

Perfect.

You set it onto the turntable.

The record crackled.

Then the unmistakable opening of "No Ordinary Love by Sade" drifted through the room.

Kento froze.

For a moment, he simply listened.

"...Our song."

"Our song," you repeated softly.

You walked back over to him.

Instead of asking, you simply slipped your fingers around his forearm and gave him a gentle tug.

"Come dance with me."

"My love..."

Another tug.

"I still have work."

"And I still miss my husband."

He looked down at your hand holding his arm.

Then back at your face.

You smiled hopefully.

"You know..." he sighed quietly, setting his pen down with careful precision, "...you're very difficult to refuse."

"I know."

"You use that to your advantage."

"Absolutely."

He couldn't help the faint smile that escaped him.

You led him away from the desk until you stood in the middle of the office.

It wasn't much of a dance floor.

You didn't care.

You placed one of his hands on your waist before looping your arms around his neck.

For a second, he simply looked at you.

Then he pulled you close.

The two of you began to sway.

Slowly.

Comfortably.

As if the music knew exactly how your hearts had always moved together.

You rested your head against his chest.

"You remember our wedding?"

"I remember everything."

"You cried."

"My eyes watered."

You laughed.

"They watered all the way down your face."

"The lighting was unfortunate."

"You checked your watch before our first dance."

"I was making sure we were on schedule."

"You were nervous."

"I was marrying you."

His answer was so simple that it stole the teasing smile right from your face.

"I wanted everything to be perfect."

You looked up at him.

"It already was."

His thumb brushed slowly over the small of your back.

"The moment you walked toward me..." he said quietly, "I stopped noticing anyone else."

You smiled.

"It felt like everyone disappeared."

"They did."

"There were over a hundred guests."

"I wasn't watching them."

"What were you watching?"

He met your eyes without hesitation.

"You."

The room suddenly felt very small.

Very warm.

You laughed softly, hiding your face against his chest.

"You still know how to make me blush."

"I wasn't trying to."

"I know."

For a while, neither of you spoke.

The music filled the silence.

You simply danced together, just as you had years ago.

Back then, you had been dressed in white beneath sparkling lights.

Tonight, you wore his cardigan and pajamas while he stood barefoot in rolled up sleeves, surrounded by paperwork that suddenly seemed much less important.

"I still can't believe we're married," you whispered.

"It's been six years."

"I know."

"And yet..."

"And yet," he finished gently, "I'd still choose you."

Your eyes burned with happy tears.

"And I'd still choose you."

His forehead rested against yours.

"We've built a beautiful life."

You smiled.

"We have."

"Our son."

"Our home."

"You."

He kissed your lips, lingering there for a moment.

"I used to think happiness had to be something extraordinary."

You looked at him.

"But I think..." he murmured, "...it's this."

You glanced around the office.

Half-finished reports.

A forgotten cup of coffee.

The soft glow of a desk lamp.

Your favorite song playing quietly through the apartment while the rest of the world slept.

And the man who had become your safest place.

You smiled.

"No Ordinary Love."

Kento's lips curved into that rare, genuine smile that belonged only to you.

"No," he said softly as he pulled you a little closer.

"Nothing ordinary about it."

TW- YN is lowkey a bird

You’re standing by the exit, arms crossed, already irritated. It’s 3 a.m., and you get a call from your local jail to come pick up your sorry-ass boyfriend.

Toji walks out flanked by an officer, wrists cuffed, head tilted like he’s got nothing to worry about. Then he sees you.

Matching set. Your lips glossed. Calm face. Mad stance.

His mouth curves immediately.

“Damn,” he mutters. “You always look this good when you mad?”

You don’t answer.

The officer stops him in front of you and unlocks the cuffs. Toji rolls his wrists, eyes never leaving you.

“Try not to come back,” the officer says.

You glare at your boyfriend. His smile fades.

In the car, you don’t even wait until you’re out of the lot.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snap. “You said you were done. I’m an adult, Toji. I have my own place, my own money, and I’m still bailing my boyfriend out of jail like we’re in high school?”

He leans back, listening. Too calm.

“You don’t have a car. You don’t have a steady income. I’m paying for more than half the rent, and you’re still running around with idiots who ditch you the second things go bad.”

You finally look at him.

He’s smiling. Just a little.

“…Why are you smiling?” you demand.

He shrugs. “You get loud when you’re mad.”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “This is not turning you on.” In disbelief 

He laughs under his breath. “Little bit.”

That just makes you angrier.

“You are such a loser,” you snap.

“Yeah,” he says easily. “But here you are still with me.”

That shuts you up.

(At your apartment’s parking lot)

You pull into your apartment and cut the engine.

“And you’re sleeping on the couch,” you say. “And tomorrow, we’re talking about how you’re paying me back 500$.”

He frowned, opening the door. “Bull shit...”

“What did you say?” You turned quickly as you were about to unlock your door.

“Nothing.” He says, his eyes not meeting yours.

Once you walk in. You walk to your bedroom, slam the door, and lock it.

“So fucking dramatic,” Toji said under his breath. He walks to the living room and looks at the tiny ass couch that’s his new bed. No blanket or nice pillows.

He can’t sleep like this. This is ridiculous. So he watches TV for a bit, looks into your fridge, and grabs a beer.

“This is ridiculous. I'm about to sleep on this tiny ass couch because of a little mistake.” He says to himself.

He has to get on your good side again, or at least try to. So he gets up and walks over to your bedroom. He sees the light is still on, so you’re not asleep even though it’s almost 4 am.

You were in your room studying, listening to some Summer Walker. Since you can’t sleep, you decided to study instead. When you heard a knock on your door. You knew who it was. You sigh and roll your eyes.

“What?!” You yelled, not wanting to open the door.

“I’m sorry...” Toji said in such a caring voice. He’ll do anything to sleep in a comfy bed tonight; it's all he cares for.

“Okay?”

“Please just open the door.”

“I’m busy”

“…”

“Please.” He said. You hate how you have a soft spot for him.

You got up and unlocked your door. To see your boyfriend looking all sad and begging for forgiveness.

“I’m studying what?” You said, crossing your arms.

Toji loves that attitude you have. You look so sexy.

“I can’t sleep,” he says, almost with a pout.

Your face was dumbfounded hearing this. “And you think I care?” You said, about to laugh. “You did this to yourself, Toji”.

“Baby, I know I’ve fucked up,” Toji said, stepping closer.

“Nah, don’t start calling me baby now.”

His hands went to your waist.

“My love…I just take you for granted too much. I’m sorry,” he said as his hands started going down your ass.

He can tell it’s working. “Hell yeah, you do…you should be lucky I still put up with your shit,” You said, not buying it one bit.

He puts his head down, whispering in your ear. “Let me apologize…make you feel better,” Toji said as he started kissing your neck.

“Toji…” you said his name as a warning, almost. He didn’t listen, and he picked you up and put you on your bed. You didn’t protest further, so he knew it was a green light.

“This better be good…” you said with an attitude. He started to pull your shorts down along with your underwear.

His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve. He leaned forward, his hands gently pushing your legs open just a bit more.

“I thought I was your favorite eater?” Toji said teasingly.

“I might have to replace you if you keep acting up~” You moaned that last part. Once you feel Toji’s tongue slide from top to bottom on your pussy. Toji was tired of you running your mouth.

“Finally…” he mutters into your pussy.

He started slow, his tongue licking at you gently. It was a slow build; he wanted you to feel everything he was doing. But he could feel that you were growing more impatient, and he was getting impatient too, but he was going to make sure you would forgive him.

You bite your lip, not wanting Toji to be satisfied by hearing your moans. Toji knew you were holding back your moans just to spite him.

After him notioning this, he grabbed your thighs, folding you in half. His strength is unmatched. You can’t escape even if you wanted to. Giving him full access to your pussy.

You look down at him. He was completely into it. The licking and sucking of your clit.

You then gave up on hiding your moans. “You forgive me now?” Toji asked in between licks. You hear him, but you don't really hear him. Your response: you moan louder.

He takes it as a yes. He knew you were close just by the way your legs felt shaky.

He keeps doing what he’s doing but 10 times better. “F-Fuckkk,” you moaned as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Toji was basically smiling from ear to ear when he pulled away for air.

You looked at him, wanting more. Just when you were about to. He yawned…this mf yawned, then got REAL cozy in YOUR bed. Then he was asleep.

You looked at this man in shock, acting like he just got fucked to sleep.

(I would be a bird too tbh 😭)

My user is @Sugurusonlymonkey on A03.

I’ll be posting my content on there as well.