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your fingers clawed at a snowy pile of hair, back arched as you ground your hips into his mouth. he ate your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and coordinated, as his lips latched onto yours as if he’d die without your taste in his mouth

his tongue swiped up your juices as he lapped at your folds, dragging the top of his wet muscles against your core, nibbling at your puffy clit. gojo was on his knees, moaning like a slut in between your thighs as you used him to chase your orgasm.

“ngh, fuck— right there baby,” you mewled, toes curling as your back hit the cold wall of the bathroom stall. his hands gripped at your ass, caressing and squeezing the mounds to pull you in tighter than you’d already been. your mind felt hazy, so overcome with lust that you were ready to burst your dam down his throat. “oh m’ goddd, so fuckin’ close toruuu!”

“give it all t’me pretty baby,” his words come out muffled, only pulling away just slightly. his rosy lips are glossed your arousal and his saliva, a consistency so thick it connects a strand of fluid from your bottom lips to his own. his skin is blotched in lust, cerulean eyes dazed in awe. “cum in my mouth princess, needa taste you.”

your orgasm washes over you before you can even register it, a sensation so powerful you cry out as your dam erupts. splurges of your essence shoots from your cunt down to his mouth, and as you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, you notice so does he. his fingernails dig into the flesh of your skin, pinning you down as he humbly welcomes your cum.

“s’gooddd, shit toru!” you feel your bottom lip quivering, limbs twitching from overstimulation as he continues to ravish you. your groin tingles in heat, body weak as it succumbs to the pleasure gojo gives it. you feel weak, a feeling you’re never able to adapt to no matter how much he attempts to prepare you for it. “uhn uhn— too much, can’t take it!” your head shakes from side to side, nails clawing at his scalp as you attempt to push him away.

the pad of his fingers slip from your ass to snake in between your legs, spanking your wet pussy thrice to keep you in check, and your knees crumbles. gojo latches his lips at your clit once more, and you feel the world blackout. “stop that— fuckin’ take it baby. i know my good girl can take it.”

he leaves you no choice, eyes trailing upwards to land on your figure, the dip in your back so sinful that you feel as though both your bodies have merged into one. his tongue works so deep into you, it feels as though you’re both puzzle pieces that were made to connect to one another. your thighs are quivering around his head, and you feel your back slipping against the wall. shit.

“mmhm, nooo, ‘m gonna cum again!” you pout, tears built at your lash line now streaking down your cheeks. it’s all too much— the sensation so raw that you look for an escape. you want to push him off, to take a breather and regain your composure. but he’s looking at you with such expectations, eyes shimmering with eagerness as he lifts both your legs onto his shoulder for support.

he manhandles your body like it’s nothing— like you weigh nothing. your limp body now slides upwards, higher up in the air than you’d been a second ago. gojo rises to his full height and motorboats into your dripping cunt.

you wail out, head throw back against the stall as a desperate mouth gnaws at your folds. you’re sure he’s dripping from his mouth to his chin, a mixture of fluids so prominent that it dribbles down to the marble floor. “haaah, oh shit— baby, i can’t— fuck, y’eat my pussy sooo fuckin’ good!” the praises flow past your tongue so naturally, hands torn between pushing and pulling away from the painful pleasure. “nghhh, i— ‘m gonna— holy shit!”

your back hits the wall in waves of full body twitches, your cunt clamping down on his tongue as you weakly splurts drops of more cum. fat tears stain your cheeks, blood rushing hotly from head to toe, spraying gojo’s face in your essence.

“atta fuckin’ girl.” he groans into your pussy, almost more drunk on the taste of you than you are. he flicks his tongue up and down, dragging your orgasm as far as he can, completely enthralled by the desperate thrusts of your hips into his face. you’re smearing his face with your fluids, and from the fucked out look on your face— eyes crossed and tongue lolled out, he decides this might be the best way to go. “there we go— yeah baby, jus’ like that, mhmm.”

the timeline from your coming down to actually coming down to the floor is all blurry, but you’re barely able to stand on your two feet when you feel his hand cup at your chin tightly. his index finger raises your face to stare up at his, all moist from fluids and humidity but you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

his lips meet yours desperately, lips sloshing over one another as the taste of your cum now sits atop your taste pallets. his free hand snakes around your waist, holding you still as you lazily loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

he’s so good at it all— the nibbles of his teeth at your bottom lip making your legs go weak, stomach churning in more lust. he smells like a mixture of you and his expensive cologne— so satoru like, that you’re positive if this keeps going, you may blackout on the cold floor of this bathroom stall in the club.

he kisses you like he’s got something to prove, and eventually your lungs are filled with his provided oxygen, and you truly believe you’re going to pass out. you pull just slightly away, much to his disdain. he whines, tip of your noses just barely an inch away as you pant over his cupid’s bow. “fuck.”

“mmhm, that good?” gojo teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk you’re too familiar with. you don’t have it in you to flick his forehead.

instead, you opt with sighing. “that good.” your hands trail down his nape, nails grazing at the sensitive skin beneath his undercut, scratching and lightly pulling at his locks. he shudders at your touch, leaning forward to rest his sweat forehead against yours.

your touches lower from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing your fingers over his perky buds, teasing his nipples. he’s so touch starved, jaw slackened as he moans— breath warm as it fans your face. your hands begins to lower down to his hips, seductive touches that has him biting his lips, hips instinctively jerking to meet with your light grazing.

you keep steady eye contact with him as your hands finally land at his raging bulge. the material over his hard-on is damp in his pre cum, and it feels hot beneath your touch. with a slight tilt of your head, “lemme take care of you, toru.”

you can see him battling his own thoughts. his pupils widen in lust, orbs swimming in excitement as you palm his erection more precisely. he’s twitching beneath your cupped hand, humping against your palm as his throat erupts a desperate pant.

you wonder if today’s the day he’s finally going to let you see his dick— to let you swallow him whole and please him just as he does with you. you want to get on your knees and take him so far down your throat that tears build and you force gags back down. you’re sure he’s all pretty and pink, a length to match his abnormally tall height and girth ready to stretch your throat muscles.

but as always, just like the night before, he chuckles and shakes his head. he’s refusing you again, hands gripping at your waist to push you away from him.

“you know i can’t do that baby,” he sighs, a small smile appearing on his wet lips. you can tell he’s frustrated with himself, so unsure as the pad of his thumbs rub the bare skin of your waist. you jut your bottom lip in annoyance, although expecting his refusal. “maybe next time, yeah?”

you’re annoyed as you push him away, pushing your skirt back down so it falls down your ass. and you’re sure he notices too. you don’t object when he grabs the toilet paper from the stall to clean the left over mess between your thighs— though your arms do cross over the flimsy material of your tight top over your chest.

“mhm, sure.”

☆ ☆

about a week later, you’re on all fours on his annoyingly large king-sized bed, hands clawing at his sheets as you push your hips back into his fingers. he’s scissoring your cunt open, knuckles-deep in and every precise thrusts has you seeing stars.

“yesyesyes!” you nod your head feverishly, babbles slipping past your tongue and dribbling down the damp sheets beneath you. “oh m’god, feels sooo fuckin’ good, ngh!” there you sat naked and exposed, getting the life fucked out of you by his fingers alone, a length so impossible that you’re convinced his index and middle finger eventually bump your cervix with how deep he works himself into you.

gojo lands a few kisses at the back of your thighs, kneeled down at the edge of his bed as he twists his fingers into your cunt. he’s enamoured by the sloppiness of your tight pussy gripping at his digits so desperately, a squelching sound so harmonious it has him rubbing his own thighs against one another.

“face down, baby.” gojo commands, his free hand coming up to press at your lower back. you obey his order, pressing your cheek down against his sheets, arms silently thanking the man for the break of supporting your body up. you mewl when you feel him plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your ass, before running a wet tongue over the stinging pain. “there’s my good girl. heh, such an obedient lil’ thing.”

you lay pressed against his bed as you take his ruthless pounding, the tip of his fingers reaching the gummy spot that has stars dancing at the back of your eyelids. god, he always knew how to make a mess out of you— your body his temple, a book he’s dead over a million times and has learned to memorize.

“cute lil hole jus’ seems sooo enticing,” you feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your twitching rim, waves of warm air tickling the muscle. it doesn’t surprise you when you feel his wet tongue caressing your tight hole with light touches, just pushing slightly past unspoken boundaries. your stomach tightens the more relaxed he becomes, lapping from the bottom of your cunt up to your asshole, savouring you whole as he works himself into your clingy pussy.

“t-toru, oh yes baby— ‘m gonna cummm!” you whine, sobbing when your orgasm finally does catch up to you— as if he hadn’t already known. you walls clamp down on his fingers for dear life, folds twitching as they secrete your honeyed essence all over his hand and down to his sheets.

gojo never lets up, stringing along as he encourages you even further, “that’s it babyyyy, there we go.” drool slips past his kiss-bitten lips and down to your sopping wet cunt, tongue still working its way at the tightness of your forbidden hole. you look so fucking cute all shaken up, barely keeping yourself together as your moans echoes off his walls and fade into the stillness of the night.

he’s so fucking hard it hurts, but he’d take seeing you wrecked and ruined by his hands alone over the selfish tendencies of asking you to take care of him back. and he knew you’d known that already, if the way your body immediately lurches forward to melt into the sloth ess of silk sheets beneath you said anything.

you feel large hands grip at your thighs, trailing up before landing on your ass. he spreads apart your cheeks, sticky residue spreading your pussy lips with a sinful sound. you shiver, the cold breeze hitting your cunt a mix of overstimulated senses hitting at once.

he collects your liquids at the pad of his fingers, before wrapping his tongue around the digits. he nearly cums at your taste alone, “fuckkk, y’taste so fuckin’ sweet, princess.” and he pushes forward to drag his tongue along the evidence of your orgasm on your thighs, trailing up to the cleft of your ass and to your cunt, cleaning up after his mess.

you know better, and yet you still try anyway. with a shy tilt of your head, you look back to the starved man between your thighs and offer the prettiest smile you can, cheeks flushed in heat and lips glossed in saliva. “y’gonna let me take care of you yet?”

it doesn’t surprise you when he chuckles, releasing the fat of your cunt from his mouth with a nasty pop! to rise up to his full height, bending over your body to entrap yours within his arms. your back arches as you tilt your head backwards to meet his gaze, boobs pressed up together.

he stares at you with an unreadable expression, though the prominent dimple sitting in his cheek pops. “this was more than enough for me, ya little minx.”

☆ ☆

“if we get c-caught, i’ll fucking kill you.” you whisper, hands curling at the edge of his office desk. your eyes repeatedly darted towards the unlocked door, right before you, where anybody could walk into his office and see their boss on his knees for you during his lunch break, eating you out.

he pulls away with a dreamy sigh, a firm grip on your ass jiggling the cheek. “a man can’t enjoy his lunch in peace? not my fault ‘m starving.” there’s a filthy string of your essence and his saliva that connects from his lips to your lower ones.

“get real!” you hiss at him, despite the familiar feeling of heat licking at your limbs. “you asked me to bring your lunch and— ohhh!” your words soon die in your throat as your head rolls forward, and your bottom lip now tucked beneath your teeth. the warmth slide of his tongue at your clit has your nails scratching the surface of his desk, and your back curves into him.

“you worry too much,” gojo mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your pussy. he feels it throb against him, as he hums and runs the pad of his fingers against your messy folds. you shudder at the stimulation, your hips subconsciously grinding down on his fingers to follow his wavelength. with a smug smile, “see? at least yer pussy’s honest wimme— just lemme take care of her.”

“f-fucking bastard.” you grit through your teeth, though you make no objections. you could act high and mighty all you wanted, you never pushed him away whenever he offered to please you. it was almost like he solely got off on it— your pleasure alone. “i h-hate you.”

“love you too, princess.” he smirks, and you decide to brush off the tight squeeze at your heart at his words.

his tongue fucked into your hole yet again, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you really couldn’t get enough of this— of him. you’d repay him your gratitudes if he’d let you. you’d push him back, lay him down and suck his dick eagerly if only he’d let you. you wonder the length of his cock, if it curves, how flushed his tip must get or how much pre leaks from his slit. you want it so bad, and fuck if only he’d let you. but,

he doesn’t.

he gives and gives but never takes. he’ll call you and tells you he’s in dire need of eating you out— of making you cum, and the minute you return the same energy, he finds an excuse to walk away. you’re slowly losing your mind— you crave the taste of him on your tongue, to hear how whiney he sounds once his tip hits the back of your throat, or how pretty he’d look with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and hips thrusting uncontrollably into your mouth.

“toruuu,” you whine, tilting your head back. tears build in your eyes as they accumulate at your lash line. your bottom lip juts, a soft pout resting on your lips as you flutter your lashes at the man behind you. even with a mouth full of your pussy, his eyes never lie. “c’mon, lemme return the— ngh, favour,” you feel a beat of a pause at your words, and you egg it on further. “i know you’re rock hard. . . you c-can put it in, i won’t, mmhm—mind.”

he swears he cums. he swears he feels his balls tighten and release hot and thick strings of cum in his slacks, briefs tainted white with shame. you were going to be the death of him— you and your doe eyes, glossy lips and perky ass. it grows sticky between his thighs, but his hips twitch as his throat erupts a guttural groan.

“you can’t just fucking say that,” gojo whines, nuzzling his nose into the cleft of your ass. he’s whimpering against your skin, breath warm and moist as his panting grows heavier by the second. you shake your hips against his face, batting your full lashes, and he groans even louder. “you have no idea what you do to me—fucking hell.”

“enlighten me then.” you reach your hand out to fluff his pile of damp hair. he instinctively leans into your touch, peppering kisses all over your skin. you’d never thought you’d have the gojo satoru on his knees for you, demanding you let him please you. “let me suck your dick toru, ‘m real good at it.”

his breath hitches in his throat and you’re positive you’ve finally got him. he’s going to cave in and sit on his office chair, pull his pants down and let you handle his mess. he’s going to realize he’s wasted plenty of time pushing the idea away the second you swallow his length whole and—

“i’m sure you are,” gojo speaks, but you can tell there’s a but following. you sigh, and he offers a sheepish smile in return. “but you know ‘m good here. just wanna make you feel good— your pleasure is mine, i promise. trust me on that, yeah?”

all arguments are thrown out the window the instant his lips latch back onto your sloppy ones.

☆ ☆

“uhn uhn. . . ‘s too muchhh!” you whine, squirming in his lap in attempts to run away. your clit ached almost painfully, repeatedly abused by the vibrations of the toy gojo had stimulating. the soft hums of the vibrator echoed in the room in harmony with your pleads, but gojo was a sadist and unfortunately you might’ve been a masochist. “c-can’t cum anymore!”

“aweee, but of course you can!” he kisses the sensitive skin on your neck, before nuzzling his nose into the crook. his legs spread wider to further open your shaky ones, and his free hand cups at your breast. “you pussying out on me, baby?”

no, you were not. “of c-course not,” you muster to glare at him through the reflection of the mirror before you both. piercing blue eyes never left your body for a second, drinking up every reaction you had to offer him. you nearly felt . . . shy at his gaze. “just hurts a little, fuckkk, you mean b-bitch.”

“mmhm.” gojo nods, fingers tweaking at the buds of your stiff nipples. he rolls the bud between his knuckles, drawing out broken moans out of you as the consistent buzz of the vibrator at your pussy doesn’t let up. he presses another kiss, at your temple, “you’re my good girl, i don’t expect otherwise.”

you bite your lip, cheeks flushing in what feels like embarrassment. him and his damn praises. he knows what he’s doing to you, rosy lips tugging into that smirk as his facial expression scream smug. you wish you could punch the bastard right in the face, but that thought is quickly gone when he pinches hard at your tits.

“shittt,” you mewl, grinding your hips down on his. you feel his bulge poking at your ass— so hard and prominent, proof of his arousal. his lap is drenched in your juices, evidence of multiple rounds seeping into the material of his sweatpants. “so fuckin’ good, hnng, you’re sooo fuckin’ good to me.” you raise an arm to grab at the base of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft locks.

you ooze sex appeal, everything you do and say so erotic, and gojo is easily your slave. “yeah?” he mumbles into your skin, though he looks at your reflection through snowy lashes. your back arches sinfully, ass pressed so snuggly against his lap and your pussy leaking buckets worth of cum. “tell me, what else am i?”

the vibrator attacking your clit has your left leg shaking uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you chew on your bottom lip, eyelids resting shut as you focus on spewing your next words, carefully selecting them. you can’t help the chuckle that reaches your mouth instead of a moan, “a bitch.”

“oh?” gojo cocks an eyebrow, another chuckle now audible despite it not coming from you. he drags the vibrator down your slippery folds and all the way back up to your clit, and you tighten your hold on his hair. “those weren’t supposed to be your next words, sweetheart.”

“y-you’re a bitch,” you continue regardless, and gojo can’t deny he’s attracted to you for your sheer audacity. he’s always been a fiend for a good challenge. “won’t even let me give you head— ngh, thought i was the one with a pussy.”

“you’re wounding my ego here,” gojo slides his hand from your tits and trail it all the way up to your mouth. he spreads your lips with two fingers, before hooking them at the corner of your mouth. “callin’ me a pussy? that’s a low blow, baby.”

you squint at him through the foggy mirror, applying pressure to the bulge poking at your ass. you smile when he groans into your ear, “you got a small dick or somethin’? gotta say— fuck, s-sure doesn’t feel like you do.” you throw your head back onto his shoulder, lips grazing over the shell of his ear, “should i check for myself? hnng, see if satoru owns a pussy?”

there’s a click in the air and suddenly the humming of the vibrator stops. finally. had you finally blown his fuse? ironically, your clit secretes more liquid as the idea of him finally pulling his pants off and dicking you down comes to mind. once his pride deflates, he does whatever he can to prove otherwise.

you’re sure you’ve got him.

“heh, you’ve got some nerve.” gojo snorts, and you don’t register how he’s manhandle you to the floor, hands holding your entire upper body steady as your thighs now wrap around his shoulders. the position has your back arched like a cat, and you raise your head up to watch him confusedly through the glass mirror.

two firm hands grip at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he licks his lips hungrily, “it’s lookin’ like you’ll never know.” he bares his fangs at you, and you sigh before he feasts again.

☆ ☆

it doesn’t feel right. none of it does. it’s nowhere remotely near cheating, and yet, as this man litters your neck and chest with loving kisses, you feel your stomach churning in guilt.

here he is, offering himself to you, willing to give you what you’d been deprived off since you’d started your arrangement with gojo— willing to rock your world, bump hips and coax an penetrative orgasm out of you— but all you could think about was how wrong this all felt.

though a pleasant smell, these sheets don’t smell like him. they don’t feel like him either. instead of wide cerulean eyes and untamed white hair is stern brown eyes and kept blonde hair. where should be blotches of red on flawless skin is stress lines infused skin.

you felt awful, burning touches trailing between your thighs instead of that electricity that had your stomach twisting with butterflies.

“is everything alright?” the man pulls away from your legs, and questions. he’s so kind, willing to ask how you’re feeling in the midst of it all, and all you can think about is gojo.

no, nothing’s fine. “yeah, i’m good.” you lie, offering a smile. you’re a good liar, and it seems he falls for your words as he proceeds, pushing your panties to the side and works his tongue into you.

his movements are calculated and measured, paying attention to all areas of your cunt. he eats you out good, there’s no denying so, has your toes curling and back arching off his mattress. you lower your hand to tighten his locks, but even that feels wrong— it’s not as fluffy as gojo’s. you think you feel hair gel between your knuckles.

your mind runs a mile an second, overwhelmed by the sole idea that you were offering your body to another man. gojo wasn’t yours— not in the slightest, and yet, as he sucked on your clit and gripped at your thighs, your chest felt unreasonably tight.

you couldn’t do this any longer.

“wait— wait, please stop.” you push his head away, bottom lip quivering. he pulls away instantly, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt. you feel sick at the confused look on his face. “i can’t— i can’t do this. i’m so sorry.”

the man stares at you for a moment, though never maliciously, and you feel like wanting to crawl into a hole. he nods his head, before pushing your panties back to where they belong, and pushes himself up. silence fills the air for a while, and you’re holding back tears. you’re not sure why, though.

“it’s gojo, isn’t it?” he asks, though he’s not posing a question. he knows, surely everybody knows that you belong to him in both body and soul, but this has only been a recently found discovery for you.

your silence speaks volumes, and the man nods once more.

“yeah, that’s what i thought too.”

☆ ☆

to say he was surprised was definitely an understatement. he wasn’t expecting you to show up at his place, despite already having given you a key to his apartment.

you barged through his bedroom door, a location you were already too familiar with and unknowingly had become so accustomed to. your chest is heaving as if you’d ran a marathon before showing up here, and he wants to kiss the pout off your lips. “pants off, now.”

gojo rises from his bed to stand at his full height, a surprised smile stretching onto his face. “woah, at least take me out on a date first! i’m not just some whore.” his hands comically rise up in surrender, and your frown deepens.

“why won’t you let me give you head?” you ask him before you can even process your choice of wording. when his brows jump to his hairline at your boldness, you feel your face warm in embarrassment. “i mean seriously— am i the problem?”

“what?” gojo blinks, taking quick strides towards your fuming self. he shakes his head feverishly, “no, that’s not it at all—”

“then why do you keep rejecting me?” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look and sound desperate, but the truth is you were. the first few times could be deemed funny, but there’s so much rejection a girl can take before it starts to become an insecurity. “why do you keep pushing me away? am i that unattractive to you?”

you’d never seen him look so panicked in his life. had it been under any other circumstance, you woulda laughed at the way his pupils blew widely and how his hands started waving all over the place, “no! jesus, are you kidding me— have you seen yourself? what sane man would think that—”

“what sane man wouldn’t want sex?” you bite back, and he’s taken aback. you see it in the way the words in his mouth die down, the way his body stills just slightly, the way his arms drop to his sides. you continue, “what sane man wouldn’t want head? what sane man solely focuses on pleasing a woman and not himself—”

“hey,” gojo frowns. “any sane man would aim to please his partner first and foremost.”

“well usually sane men accept the favour when offered back to them!” you counter, and once more, gojo was cornered into the wall. he remained quiet, an ideaology uncharacteristic to a man like himself, and waited for you to get it off your chest.

“it’s just. . .” you sigh, licking your lips. and he watches you, intently. you’re almost too embarrassed to say it, but enough was enough. “i just don’t get it! i’m thinking it’s because i’m unattractive to you but—”

“i’ve literally came in my pants from eating you out.” he interrupts, raising an eyebrow. your face deadpans as does his. he’s dead serious too. oh that bastard, “multiple times, may i add. try again.”

“then it has to be you think i’m dirty.” you assume, and he tilts his head to the side with an expression that screams ‘seriously’. your annoyance builds up the more he looks at you like you’re crazy for him denying you of his pleasure. “i can assure you i’m clean— i’m not some fucking whore.”

“and i can assure you that thought has never once crossed my mind.” gojo snorts, body language now looser. his hands sit in the pockets of his sweats, a taunting smile on his lips. “what’s the next excuse?”

“oh that’s rich coming from you,” you sneer, poking your finger at his chest. he snorts again, and you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. “what else could it possibly be? you’re so fucking confusing, toru, i have no idea what goes on in your mind!”

“you, all the time.” gojo shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing. he says it as if you asked him if the sky was blue or if grass was green. “you go through my mind all the time. it’s that simple, really.”

“stop the bullshit, satoru.” you frown, pinching the bridge of your nose. your head was starting to ache, and you’d come for closure on this torment, but of course he had to stretch it out.

“but i’m being so serious?” he tilts his head. “it really is just you. you don’t think i want your lips wrapped around my cock? to feel how tight your pussy would be around me? seriously?”

“then why don’t you let me?!” you sigh exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air. you didn’t understand this at all— you were both on the same page here, so why didn’t he let you? was he ashamed or something?

he goes quiet again, and you’re contemplating on storming out of his room. you give him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to decide on whether he wants to finally tell you the truth or find another plausible excuse that would have you drive back home.

there’s this look of embarrassment all over his face, his eyes unable to look at you. he scratches the corner of his mouth, lips tugging into a sheepish smile. “i’m. . . scared. kinda.”

you blink at him. “wait— are you a virgin?”

“no!” he immediately defends himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden eagerness. he waves his hands around again to affirm his statement, “i’m not!”

“so. . . you’re a slut?” you ask instead, and he face palms himself. the nerve he had, to face palm himself when he’s giving you the faintest of clues. what were you supposed to understand from that alone?

“y/nnnn!” he drags out your name childishly, the skin of his cheeks flushed a bright pink. he hides his face in the palms of his hands, as if to cower himself away from this discussion. you think the sight is cute actually— a grown man shy about his sex life. how ironic.

“just spit it out.” you tut and he peels his hands away from his face. your eyes narrow as you wait on his answer, watching him fidget with his fingers and shy his gaze away from you. the wall at your side had to be so damn interesting if he couldn’t hold eye contact with you.

you sigh, “i promise i won’t make fun of you.”

your word alone seems to offer some sort of comfort. his lips part to speak, but it feels like an eternity and a half before words finally come out. “i. . . i don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of you.”

now you’re confused. “whadya mean?”

he grumbles, lips falling into that pout he does whenever he doesn’t get something done his way. there’s a crease in his brows, a frown so deep you’re worried you said something wrong.

“i didn’t want to give you the ick, okay?” gojo finally sputters, the blush on his cheeks now spreading down the base of his neck. he can feel his heartbeat thudding excessively loud against his rib cage, and his hands are starting to get moist.

woah, he must be really embarrassed. but about what? was he insecure about his penis?

“why would you give me the ick, toru?” you speak slowly, not wanting to scare him off. you take a step closer to him when you notice he took one back, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. your thumb rubs at his skin in what you hope is a soothing manner.

his eyes shift from the wall to your gentle touch. his bottom lip quivers and he takes in a big breath, before redirecting his gaze on you.

“because you’re you and i’m me!” he starts off, as if ready to confess everything. you take it as a good sign however. “it’s you we’re talking about— god, you’re so pretty and sexy and kind, and so attractive it fucking hurts— i’ve literally busted to your taste alone! i’m so fucking whipped it’s embarrassing. i literally think about you all the time— in bed, in the car, in the shower— i think about how good you smell and how sweet you taste and how addictive your smile is! all i have to do is think about you and i’m instantly hard— i’m like a fucking dog you trained!”

for once today, you’re left speechless.

“and- and,” he continues, “i had to master self-control. me, satoru gojo, had to learn to hold myself back. do you know how many times i’ve nearly folded? hm? how many times i almost caved in and damn near ripped your clothes off with my teeth? you’ve turned me into an animal! i’ve wanted you for an eternity, but i know myself— i wouldn’t last a second with my dick in your mouth! that’s what i’m scared of, i’m scared of embarrassing myself to you and you’ll run off or something and i’ll end up rotting and dying alone from embarrassment and—”

“okay, okay.” you hold a hand up to cut off his rant. he was starting to babble, and soon he would flow into an inescapable hole of self-wallowing. “i think i get it now.”

he’s breathing heavy, pupils blown wide. his lips are quivering and you can tell he’s really anxious of your answer. you’d never seen him so shaken, as if your next words would make or break his entire world.

well, here goes nothing. “i hooked up with another man.” you think you heart his heart shatter in his chest. his face goes slack as does his body, and he immediately reverts his eyes away from yours.

“oh.”

you realize you could’ve started a bit differently. “it didn’t really go far, because i was so preoccupied thinking about you.” you sigh shakily. “everything felt wrong, even when i tried convincing myself it wasn’t, but i couldn’t help but think of you, even with another man around.”

gojo remains quiet, and you’re not even sure where you’re going with this. what are these feelings you’re feeling?

“listen, i don’t know what that guilt was but i know i never want to feel it again.” your hand proceeds to run at his skin. he hasn’t pushed you off yet, so you’re hoping it’s working. “this whole time i was thinking i was unappealing to you, and you’re afraid of flattering me?”

gojo shoots his head up at that, “flattering you?”

you snort, loving the dumb look on his face. he didn’t have a fucking clue, did he? “do you have any idea what that would do to my ego? knowing i was able to make you nut off of head alone?”

“heyyy, don’t go using it against me!” he whines, pouting. “’s your fault anyway— how is somebody that perfect? i don’t get it, you’re genuinely unreal. i almost don’t like it.”

well he surely knew a way around with his words. you giggle, sliding the hand around his bicep up to the back of his neck. your other arm mimics, as your fingers card through his undercut. you can feel him shuddering beneath your touch, and he instinctively cups at your waist.

“now that i know your reasoning, i’m not gonna pressure you into anything you don’t wanna do.” you stare him up through your lashes. you weren’t sure how you didn’t see it before, but now they everything is clear, you swear you see hearts swimming in his orbs. cute. “but, you wouldn’t scare me off, toru. i can’t believe i’m saying this but i might be stuck with you— you say you’re a trained dog, then what does that make me? thought about you while another man ate me out.”

he frowns at that. oops. “he wasn’t better than me. . . was he?”

“never.” you shake your head, and feel the way his shoulders sag in relief. “and if it makes you feel better, we didn’t kiss and i never gave him a blowjob.”

he’s still pouting, but his nose scrunches in the way he does when he wants you to drown him with attention. when had you start noticing these details? “it does. . . i guess.”

“toruuu, you have to forgive me.” it’s your turn to pout, nails scraping at his scalp as your lashes flutter. you rise to the tip of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips— lustless. there’s a soft smack that separates both your pair of mouths, and you see the corner of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile. his hold on your waist tightens and pulls you in closer. “want me to show you just how sorry am i?”

“mhm,” he mumbles, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips. he wants them back on his, and that’s exactly what he does, leaning forward to seal another chaste kiss. when he does pull away, it’s just slightly, tips of your noses still grazing one another. he bumps noses with yours, “prove it t’me.”

your cheeks feel like they’ll split with how widely you’re smiling, but that ends as soon as it came, when he lunges forward to kiss you again.

his jaw slacks as he ravishes your lips, tongues sloshing as he releases pretty moans into your mouth. you fed him everywhere— his tongue dancing at the roof of your mouth, his hands caressing your ass, the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest vibrating against your own.

you walk forwards, lips never leaving his, as his steps move backwards. he tastes as sweet as always, a faint cherry flavour resting on his taste buds. soon enough he’s laid on his back on his own bed with you hovering him, your thighs resting at his sides. his hands grip at the meat on your legs.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good,” you pull away from his lips and trail your hand down his torso, all the way to his briefs’ waistband. “you’ve never had anything like it.” surely enough, he’s harder than he’s ever been, the outline of his cock seeping through the material of his pants. your hand slides lower to cup at the bulge, feeling up on his dick through your fingers, and he whines into your mouth, hips thrusting up into your touch.

“p-please, i’m— oh fuckkk,” he begs, moans croaking out of his throat as you slip your hand into his underwear. your touches are light, wanting to tease him as you collect endless beads of pre cum at the tip of your fingers. his hips never cease to buck into your palm, desperate for more.

“enough waiting, hm?” you tug down at his undergarments, and immediately get slapped in the face. his dick is nothing to scoff at— you’d only seen and felt it through the material of his pants, but now that it was bare and right before your eyes? his length had nothing on your imagination. with a pretty pink mushroom tip, vein throbbing on the underside, heavy balls and a cute curve to the left, his dick undoubtedly had your mouth watering.

he’s twitching sans cease, as if it had a mind of its own.

“can’t believe you were holding out me, toru,” you lick your lips, laying flat on your own stomach, between his legs. he’s pushed up on his elbows, watching as you stroke his cock languidly. “you’re so mean.” your fists tightens at the top of his cock, thumb rubbing at his oozing slit, before loosening your hold as you lower to the base.

he gulps, hands scrunching at the duvets beneath him. you’re giving him these eyes, and your fleeting touches on his dick will surely have him lose his mind. “stop teasing meee, i’ll—nghh!” you kiss the tip of his cock,

and in the blink of an eye, he cums. your eyes shut as ropes of hot, white cum shoot at your face, from all different kinds of directions. he cums, and it’s a lot. it almost feels never ending, as does his cries. his back arches and his hips hump the air, cock twitching uncontrollably as it erupts.

“oh nooo— shit, ngh, fuck— can’t help it!” veins bulge in his forearm with how intensely he’s gripping onto the covers. you think it’s rather adorable, how easily overwhelmed he gets.

it takes a lifetime for his high to come down. and through it all, you’re pumping at his cock, milking him for what he has to offer. silently of course, you’re not even sure he’d be able to hear anything you have to say with how vocal he is.

when it all becomes too much, he starts shivering from oversensitivity, and his cock jumps weakly. you pull your hand away, and his dick falls onto his lower stomach. he’s breathing heavily, head thrown back as you clean the cum off your face. you pop a finger in your mouth, he tastes sweet. “hm.”

“just,” gojo pauses, taking another deep breath in. the ceiling must be real interesting for him. “just go on with it. but don’t say i didn’t tell you so.”

you smirk, now popping the finger out of your mouth with a wet plop! “you really weren’t kidding.”

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

© arminsumi

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you had holed yourself up in the master bedroom after an earlier argument the two of you had. it wasn’t a big fight — just a little squabble between lovers. satoru didn’t rush after you when you had decided to walk away midst argument. you clearly weren’t in the right headspace to properly articulate nor communicate your feelings.

he figured that you just needed some time alone and thus decided to leave you be. he didn’t want to risk losing you by annoying you any further.

satoru scrolls on his phone out of boredom. the light radiating off the screen starts to bother his already sensitive eyes. with a sigh, he shuts off the device and puts it down on the coffee table.

it was dead silent in the apartment that was usually filled with your lively chatter. the sorcerer wants nothing more than to cuddle up with you under the covers and fall asleep. but, you needed space and he wasn’t going to disturb you.

he drapes an arm over his eyes and pulls the thin blanket over his chest. his breaths were steady and his thoughts were surprisingly calm. satoru almost drifts off to sleep, however his body lightly jolts awake once he hears the creaking of a door.

careful footsteps echo throughout the hallway and stop right at the doorstep of the living room.

satoru moves his arm to the side so his vision wouldn’t be obstructed. his eyes land on the figure standing at the doorframe — one he could recognise instantly.

it was you, standing there with your head held low and your fingers curled around the hem of your nightgown. you didn’t take another step forwards and just lingered in your spot for a few seconds without saying anything.

“hey, baby.” satoru breaks the silence. his voice was as soft as it could be, not an ounce of annoyance or frustration in it. even if he had all the reason to be upset according to you.

you remember just how childish you acted earlier; you had lost all rationality, shouted at your boyfriend out of frustration and ran off mid sentence instead of properly addressing the issue at hand. the way you handled that situation was wrong and immature.

in contrast to your immature behaviour, satoru had stayed calm and collected throughout the entirety of your argument. he hadn’t raised his voice at you even once nor did he blame you for anything. you felt bad for acting like a bratty kid who didn’t get her way.

you eventually move towards the couch, still not making eye contact with your boyfriend. he sits up and simply watches you with a raised eyebrow—curious as to what you were about to do.

you knew you had to apologise for your behaviour, but what you needed first was his validation. you wordlessly climb onto the couch and under the blanket satoru was using.

your arms wrap around his torso and you hug him tightly to your body, face buried in his shirt to cover your embarrassed and remorseful expression.

satoru’s eyes widen a bit at the sudden show of affection, though he wasn’t complaining. he reciprocates the gesture and nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head.

“my little baby.” he chuckles, hands rubbing your back in attempt to reassure you that everything was and will be fine, “i’m happy you decided to come back to me — thank you.”

again. that tender tone satoru uses only with you and for you. the guilt from earlier hits you like a truck and your eyes well up with tears before you could stop the process.

“sorry,” your voice cracks once you finally muster out an apology. the warmth engulfing your cold body was enough to make you sob in his comforting embrace. satoru sighs and closes his eyes. he rests his chin on top of your head whilst holding you like his life depended on it.

no words were exchanged between you two for a good minute. satoru silently encourages you to cry it out and so you do. after calming down, you sniffle and pull your head away from his chest. your eyes were watery and a bit red.

the pad of his thumb sweeps the stray tears away from your cheeks, his touch precise and careful. he smiles softly at the sight of his teary-eyed girlfriend. you were so adorable and precious to him. even when you looked like a mess — a pretty mess.

“i just..” you start off, small hiccups interrupting your sentence, “i wanted to apologise for acting so childish. i shouldn’t have said nor did any of those hurtful things. i apologise for that as well.”

your lover nods along to your words. he hums in delight and kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there for longer than intended, “don’t worry, baby. i understand. thank you for apologising, though.”

you mutter a small ‘of course’ in-between sniffles. that was all the reassurance you had needed to hear from your boyfriend. though, you still felt bad and the guilt of your immature actions seemed to linger in the back of your mind.

you lay your head back on satoru’s chest and listen to his heartbeat — hoping that the constant sound would drown out any other thoughts. your lover lays on his back and pulls you down on top of him. his hands rub your sides, slender fingers toying with the silky material of your nightgown.

“i’m sorry for being immature sometimes. i’m sure it must be troubling to deal with.” you whisper as you enjoy the feeling of being back in satoru’s arms.

he grins and shakes his head in response. he loves every side of yours — even your immature one. if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be here right now. he truly loves all of you.

the older man places another soft kiss on top of your head and closes his eyes afterwards, “heh, i’d be lying if i said that you trying to act all tough earlier wasn’t cute.”

satoru snickers at the memory. he remembers how you pointed that little finger of yours in front of his face and how you tried to subtly stand on the tips of your toes so you could look him in the eyes properly. your attempts at looking intimidating were quite endearing.

it’s not like he was invalidating your feelings with that comment — he was genuinely trying to lighten your mood. and it wasn’t like it didn’t work.

“whatever.” you huff, playfully swatting his biceps and gaining an over exaggerated ‘ow!’ in response. you’re glad that things have gone back to normal between you two. if the situation had continued for any longer, you’d have lost your mind.

you aren’t the only one who is extremely relieved. satoru is beaming with joy because he gets to hold and talk to you again. that small period of silence between the both of you felt like an eternity to him.

no matter how many times you have those little arguments, satoru will still love you all the same.

pup :p: u literally didn’t answer my question😑

tojii <33: the colors work.

pup :p: 😐

tojiii <33: 👍

incoming FaceTime call from PUP :P

toji squints after accepting the call. the sudden noise and bright light from your dressing room, illuminates his face as he lays back in his quiet hotel room.

“tojiii does it look okay,” you burst, talking fast as you bounce around the screen showing him every single angle of the dress. toji didn’t realize how much he missed you until he heard your voice again.

“i answered you already, baby. it looks good,” he sits up a bit, resting an arm behind his head, as he looks over your outfit.

“you gave me a thumbs up,” you snark, leaning forward squinting into the screen, making the man laugh. “I can’t even see you, it’s dark—“

toji doesn’t say a word, but reaches over and turns the bedside lamp on. your face immediately perks up.

“you’re so cute, listening to me so quickly,” you gush, making toji roll his eyes. fucking tease.

toji understands you’re a popstar. shiu was even surprised to see how well toji assimilated into your life. he didn’t mind checking your outfits, or taking naps in the studio as you learned new dance choreography. vice versa, you pounced around the gym like a ray of sunshine. the other fighters were scared to approach you at first. you were very intimidating, always cold and edgy on stage, but the moment toji came over to you after a training match, your eyes went bright. absolutely melting when toji interlaced your hands bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

since then the men in the gym were immediately drawn to you. sitting with you as you waited for toji, all of you watching the man train for another match. you fit perfectly.

“give me a spin, baby,” he smiles, and you immediately bounce up and give him a spin. you were too easy for him. not even noticing how you listen to every word he says too.

“isn’t it super nice. the hickey here faded too,” you lift your black skirt to show him your plush thighs, lifting your leg up as your hand smooths over the skin of your inner thigh. “utahime was upset how much time it’s been taking to cover up your marks.” your fingers dance on your squishy thighs, only reminding toji of how long it’s been since he’s been able to wrap his arms around your legs as he buries his face between your legs.

“I’ll mark you up the second i come back, don’t worry,” toji clicks his tongue as you drop the skirt to lean forward so he can see your face closer, and that little twinkle in your eyes.

“I’m not worrying, i know you miss me. you don’t have to say it.” god you’re such a fucking tease.

“how many pictures have you sent me?” his scar twitches into a smirk as he sees you avert your eyes for a moment.

“that’s like…so different,” you blush, remembering how much you missed him. you’ve been sending photos of yourself, followed by a voicemail yesterday of you sighing his name. toji almost punched a wall — he was out on a run when you’d called and he wasn’t there to pick up.

“you like bouncing around on stage showing off for so many people?” his question had your lips curling as you adjusted yourself, making it obvious the way you lean forward so he can see the tops of your tits.

“ya it’s really fun. love the attention so much,” your voice is low, dragging each word with a knowing grin. tease. “you know how it is…”

toji cursed under his breath. it almost made him bust remembering how intense you get on stage. you absolutely adore your fans, and you outdo yourself each concert. after going to a couple of your concerts, toji never wanted you to go alone.

“are you wet already, princess?” toji adjusts himself, trying to ignore the stir in his shorts. because he did not need to remember how absolutely stimulated you get after concerts. always throwing yourself on him afterwards.

your elbows are resting on the counter as you drag your finger across your bottom lip, tongue peaking out to lick the digit before biting down.

“lemme see,” toji touches his scar with his tongue as his legs spread a bit watching you stand up. “lift your little skirt up for me,” he smiles watching you obey. your lacey black body suit had him clenching his jaw. “show me.”

his words sent another warmth down to your panties. “you’re so needy, toji,” you laugh.

“I’ll end the call,” his breath choked for a moment, suddenly realizing what he’s doing, your cheeks flush.

toji always told you how jerking off is something college kids do. he’ll only send you videos of his hard dick after a match, but usually when you call him already touching your pussy, toji just talked you through it, not really doing much with himself. his instructions on the phone shameless, not caring at all that his team was around as he worked out in the gym overseas.

“did you spread your legs nice and wide for me princess?” he’d grunt as he lifted a weight.

“mhm,” you whimper.

“good girl,. now lick your pretty fingers fer me.” you listen and give another confirmation. “now rub yer clit—“

“but toji,” you hesitate, a little upset that he’s not telling you to finger yourself.

“you were sending me pictures all day with your pussy leaking through your panties. Dont be fucking greedy now and expect anything else inside your hole than me. so be a good girl and make yourself cum with your clit or I’m not fucking you when I come back.” toji drops his weights, sitting up as he waits for you to answer.

“you’re so mean,” you frown, finally obeying him. toji never really understood the whole sexting thing before you started dating. he was only six years older than you, but sometimes he was just so out of loop it made him feel older than twenty-seven. still he didn’t mind it. smiling when he’d answer the phone to hear you coo his name.

in other words, toji has always been very composed. at least, he liked to tell himself that. but recently the only thing on his mind in the morning is, you. when he goes to sleep, you. when he’s working out, you. when he showers, you!

“are you jerking off?” your words sent another groan from the man. he couldn’t control himself anymore. remembering the video you sent last night of your wet pussy on display after a concert. now talking to you on the phone and the adrenaline of his match tomorrow…

“fuck, keep talking to me, princess ,” his shirt was pushed up, abs on display as his hand moved up and down, tugging on the thick girth between his legs.

“I thought you said jerking off was for college kids, huh? not as mature as you thought you were,” you giggle, purposefully ignoring toji’s broken grunts and demands to show your pussy. “nuh-uh, you can cum just from my voice. cmon big boy, you’re doing so good already ❤︎‬.”

“fhuck y/n,” toji drops his head back. “keep talking,” your legs closed, almost whining because you wanted to see his cock so badly. how hard was he? how big did he look?? you wanna see the full view of your big scary boyfriend jerking off before a big match because his pretty little girlfriend isn’t there to satisfy his needs. but he kept the phone angled to his face. the flush on his cheeks, the veins on his neck—

“wanna fuck yer pussy, baby, ngh, need you fuckin’ cummin on my dick,” toji grunts, chest rising as he tries to mimic the way you jerk him off. but it’s so different. he didn’t have your soft pretty hands. the squeezes you’d give his base before moving up to run your thumb on his slit teasingly. the way you’d run another hand to fondle his cum filled balls. the cute pout you’d give him as you suckled on his fat tip.

he loved when he’d be working out with you in his private gym, and you’d come over as he’s doing bench presses.

“don’t,” he’d always warn, quickly placing the bar back just as you pull his shorts down, kissing his tip.

“it looked so cute pressing up,” you coo, smiling up with the most obvious smirk. minx.

“ffuck y/n/n,” his jaw clenches, breath uneven as he edges closer and closer.

“gunna cum all over yourself? cmon, you’re doing so good,” you praise, “you miss me, toji, ya? ya?”

“fucking…tease,” toji jerks his hips up as his cock shoots his load on his chest, some hitting his face as he groans. his chest heaves as he continues to tug on his fat dick. absolutely annoyed that he had to do that, just because of how much he— “miss you baby.”

your heart stops.

yes, you’ve told toji a million times how much you miss him. even when he’s here and he’s been gone all day and visits you later, you’ll be dramatic and throw your arms around him and tell him how much you missed him. letting him pet your head as he continues walking to the kitchen with an arm wrapped around you.

“tojiiii!” your heart is squeezing. toji wipes the cum of his face as he gives you a soft smile. a smile he only ever shows you.

“have a good concert tonight,” your heart is beating so unbelievably fast. how can this fucking dick just say the most downright vulgar ass shit as he jerked off then be a cool headed adult a second later.

“I will! don’t act all composed,” you scoff, but toji can see the flustered look on your face. “and I wanna see your dick, please…please,” your whining has the man rolling his eyes. moving his phone down so now you can get a view of his hand covered in cum still lazily stroking himself as a few droplets oozed from his tip down the bulging veins.

*pup :p took a screenshot*

“delete th—,” toji stops when he sees the drool coating your lips. “how wet…”

“a lot,” you whimper, embarrassed how horny you are right now. toji feels his cock twitch at the desperation in your voice.

just then your manager, utahime, comes running in, yelling at you about how long you took to get dressed.

“kay toji, bye bye!”

toji sighs as he drops the phone, head falling back as well, not before looking down at his chest. whats gotten into him?

the sounds of the cheering could be heard down the long halls. toji was loosening his muscles as shiu held his phone for him.

“is he angry?” you cringe as you speak to shiu.

“well—“

“not angry,” toji snaps, practically seething. the videos of his opponent literally spitting on his chest as they walked into the stadium just minutes ago, already having gone viral.

toji. was. pissed.

you and shiu exchange looks.

“deep breaths, baby!” you cheer on the other line, sitting on the couch in the living room, the match already on the tv as your cat snuggles in your lap.

“I’m taking deep fucking breaths, baby.”

“take more!” you huff, shiu cringing as he sees the vein in his fighters head start to throb. “just loosen everything up. don’t forget to watch for this guys left. he goes really hard! and he’s really fast to lock you from behind. oh and he has that dirty move that he does when…” your rambling just went on, shiu’s heart was beating a bit faster as he debated whether to hang up now, or wait for toji to blow up from your—

“got it,” toji stands up. you smile brightly, hands balled in fists as you cheer him. shiu thought he knew toji better. the man was always a ticking time bomb before matches. the sudden outbursts and yelling seem to have been cooled just by calling you, for gods sake, you weren’t even here!

“you got this!” you shout, clapping and whistling as your cat meows at your movement. toji holds his phone now, winking at you.

“gonna put on a show fer ya.”

your cheeks flush at his words, heart skipping a beat, as you clap. “you better!” you lift your cat up to the screen. “we’re cheering you on!”

toji clicks his tongue, a thing he always did before ending a call making you smile. your eyes glued to the tv screen now.

your heart was beating so fast, squeezing the pillow and leaning forward, standing up and falling to your knees. you were always dramatic watching his matches before, but now you’re even more invested…and nervous. cringing at the blows he’s taking. your hands clasped together as toji spits blood.

he always looked unbelievably cool during fights. your eyes lighting up when he dodges like he’s some action movie villain. the way his blows look so powerful and definitely hurt like shit. “you got this, you got this,” you’d mumble over and over. pulling at your teeth as toji spat more blood.

however, the second his opponent fell, you were already screaming loudly, startling your poor cat. but that wasn’t it, because the camera men and reporters were flooding the cage as the referee held toji’s arm up.

“what an amazing match toji! you’re basically on top of the world right now! what’s the first thing you’re going to do after this?” the reporter shoved the mic in front of toji as his chest rose and fell, still high on adrenaline.

“heading back home,” toji answers. his answers always curt.

“that quickly!? we’re gonna miss you here! you’ve spent months training for this match, as we’ve seen, is there anyone you’d like to give a shout out too?” the reporter was smiling brightly. usually toji was snark with his comments, but he seems a bit more laid back now.

his eyes shift away from the reporter and towards the camera. his scar tugging up gently. your heart skipped a beat….

“like the show, baby?”

toji’s smile had the entire stadium fainting. women screaming, because oh. my. god. never….never in the history of this man’s professional career, has he shown such a smile. a smile that melts every single heart. a smile that makes men fix their pants, because it’s just so precious. so rare.

but not for you.

your cheeks were flushed as you laughed at your man. you missed him, but your heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster because he’s such a fucking sweetheart. even if it’s the smallest ass things, he makes them bigger because you know he cares when he does them. he’s such a fucking tease. especially that wink he sends at the camera, just for you.

the stadium was cheering loud, by their fighter’s wink. shiu and the rest of his team had to pick their jaws off the ground because they’d thought toji was about to reveal your relationship.

“it seems like people were split walkin’ in here, but we know they’re all walking out being your fans!” the reporter laughs. “thanks again for speaking to us and putting on an amazing match as always!” toji does the unexpected and bows his head very curt and short as a courtesy to the reporter.

shiu and the rest of the team immediately flood toji, because that’s the best way to end an amazing match. it’s better to get toji out now before other reporters start to bother him and ultimately tick him off and set another headline of toji loosing his cool.

you lay on the couch eyes growing heavy as you watch the cameras shift around. some catching toji heading to the locker-rooms. then cutting again to the reporters. then back to toji as he heads out.

you don’t notice how much toji’s been influenced by you. but shiu and the guys know how much, even if it’s the smallest shit. especially now when toji doesn’t brush past fans that are reaching over, instead leaning over very brefily, allowing them the chance to snap a pic before he continues his walk to the car.

“you’re so funny,” you laugh over the phone, already tucked in bed, tired from your own long night, and staying up to catch his match live.

“was sending you my regards,” toji laughs, leaning his head back on the seat.

“when does your flight land?” you ask, reaching at the space next to you. “I’ll pick you up.”

“will you now?” toji hums.

“i will. I’ll be incognito,” you laugh to yourself, toji hums. the rest of the conversation fades as you slowly fall asleep. what you didn’t know was that toji did in fact book an earlier flight. touching ground exactly a night later.

he was completely exhausted. he needed to sleep. the door clicking behind him as he dropped his suitcase and bag at the door step. dragging his body up the stairs as he discarded his cap, sunglasses, peeling off his sweater with a small groan, still bruised up. finally reaching his destination and slipping into the shower.

his eyes brushing over your hair products scattered in your own little shelf in his shower.

he steps out, drying himself off as he heads to the sink, seeing all your products around as well. your own clothes in his hamper too. your tampons under the sink as he grabbed a lotion.

slipping a loose pair of shorts on, he finally walks into the large wide bedroom overlooking the city. the moonlight illuminating his most precious person sprawled on his bed. for the amount of times you whine about not knowing how to sleep in an empty bed. you tend to sleep right smack in the middle all stretched out on your tummy, taking every bit of room there is to offer.

his large body lifts the covers up, easily dipping the bed as he sinks into the warmth you’ve created. his body easily pressing into your back, arm running up your exposed leg as he hugs and arm around your waist, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling your natural smell.

“missed you,” he sighs, easily falling asleep. the warmth consuming him. your presence lulling him deep. he needed you with him always.

toji wakes up the next day to you still fast asleep right in the middle of the bed. he rolls over, hugging you again, his lips kissing your neck. your body radiating warmth as he continues to let his hands roam around. you’re so cute.

definitely jet lagged, but not minding at all that he woke up before you. it gave him the chance to memorize your face all over again. so pretty, your lips parted as you took even breath. your lashes kissing your cheeks as the sunlight paints your skin a nice glow.

he missed you so much, kissing your cheek again. his eyes scanning down your body, seeing that you’d push the covers down to your thighs. his chest swelled with warmth as he noticed you wearing his big sleeved shirt and your small yellow shorts.

his knuckles were cut and digits were rough making your skin feel even more soft. he needed more. fuck, he needed to taste you so badly. his hands continued to move up, until his fingers hooked around the waistband and carefully peeled your shorts off.

“slutty princess,” he coos under his breath. no panties. you were still stretched on your tummy, shuffling a bit at the breeze in your sleep. unconsciously pushing your ass out and spreading your legs only showing off your cute lower lips.

he missed you so much. he couldn’t help but let his hand spread over your ass, thumb coming down to feel the warmth of your pussy lips. rubbing your slit as he thumbed your hole. you were adorable.

toji let his mouth press kisses on your hip, your thighs. his arms easily sliding you to rest on your back as he slipped down between your legs. he ignored the stir in his shorts because he was finally where he’d been dreaming about for days. he was honestly surprised that he’d gotten through the match after only jerking off. usually he needed some good fucking for a couple hours, but after he started dating you, it’s become easier to only think about having you when he sees you again.

fuck. his mouth is already watering at the sight. your scent only drawing him closer. lazily resting his face against your pussy. tongue sticking out as he takes a lick up the soft skin, his hand spreading your legs further apart.

it was almost like a trance, the way his tongue swirled through your slit, body trembling when he began to feel your wetness start to ooze out of your small hole.

half lidded eyes dark, sucking your small clit, his body heating up excited to get your clit all big a puffy again. his arms wrapped around your thighs as he began to feel you stir more and more.

the only thing on his mind was having more of you. laying flat on his stomach, hips grounded in the mattress as he pants and drools.

“ah,” the small whimpers you gave in your sleep had his dick straining uncomfortably. you were beautiful. your essence has him melting . his fingers couldn’t help but slid your his shirt further up until he could see your pretty tits, cute nipples perky as your lips opened with sighs. his big hand groping at the flesh, humming as he got even more worked up.

his eyes would occasionally close in bliss as he became greedy and was taking long laps of your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit until he’d come up and suck the bud between his teeth.

“toj…” his sleeping beauty absolutely blissed out in her sleep had his leg flex, pressing his hips further down on the mattress as he rubbed himself with each lap he took of your pussy. he needed you to cum, he needed to have you coat his mouth.

your eyes fluttered as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief sweep through your body as you gave a small whimper. body trembling, suddenly feeling the body between your legs. your eyes teary from the morning and sudden orgasm that you’d thought was a dream.

“you’re so cute,” you sigh, rolling your hips up to meet his lips as he rubbed your soft thighs, squeezing the flesh. you flashed a cute little smile, eyes tired from sleep. your fingers running through his dark hair, pushing it back to see his cut brow and bruised cheekbones. “tojii, say something?”

he groans, pulling away for a moment, lips and chin shiny as he sticks his tongue out to touch his scar. “hi, puppy.”

your stomach flips. his cheeks were flushed, his face bruised and some stitches covered in bandages. he was so fucking hot. your heart skipped at beat when he even gave you a little smirk.

“hi,” you gush, petting his head as toji dives back into your pussy, groaning.

“fuck how’d you get even more wet, baby?” he grunts, sucking and lapping harder. “did I make you like this? you miss me that much?”

you fist his hair, whining as he selfishly continues to eat you out. your legs starting to close around his head from the overstimulation.

“pup,” his voice is low, his grip tightens around your thighs, suddenly feeling his teeth sink into your inner thigh. a yelp escapes your lips.

“toji!” you pull his head back, seeing the deep marks on your thigh.

“keep yer legs open,” he practically growls, your heart beating a little quicker. his mouth opens as he goes back to your pussy. “so fucking messy,” he slurps, groaning as he rocks his hips into the mattress.

your back is arching off the bed, eyes cloudy as toji holds your legs open, not caring how much your body is trembling, or the squeals you give out.

your sweater is bunched over your tits, Toji occasionally looking up to see your blessed out face and pretty tits perk up as you hump your sloppy cunt on his face.

“give it to me,” toji pinches your clit, eyes running dark as he sees the full body jump you give, nails digging into his shoulder and hair as you cry.

“it’s too much—to—ji,” you’re rocking your hips meeting his greedy mouth as he lets you desperately hump his face, fingers holding the hair above his head trying to push and pull him closer to you.

his eyes were turning cloudy, senses only focusing on how good you taste, the slippery feeling of his tongue running up and down your slit, swirling around to tug and tease your clit, before running down to push his tongue into your wet pulsing hole, feeling how desperate you are clenching around him. he loved this feeling, god, he needed more attention—

toji was suddenly groaning into your pussy. eyes falling back into his skull, his grip tightened around your thighs, leaving dark marks as your body trembled at the unexpected vibrations.

the fighters eyes were dazed. he pulled away for a second to catch his breath, but the moment he did your stomach went tight, pitch rising as you squirted on his face. he blinked in surprise, head still hazy as he instinctively pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it up as he latched his lips around to clean you up, still groaning lazily.

“too much,” your chest was heaving as you pushed his head away, legs trembling. your hands falling to your chest, calming down. however, toji was awfully silent.

he pressed his face to your thigh, giving them slow kisses…pretty unusual for him. he usually gives you a kiss after eating you out, saying he wants you to taste yourself…

“what time did you come back?” your fingers brush through his hair, his head resting on your tummy as his muscular back rises and falls.

“around 4ish,” he looks up, your cheeks flush at the mess on his face. you couldn’t help it, suddenly cradling his face in your hands as you sit up to kiss him. he hums in surprise, opening his mouth as you whine at the taste. you were so needy even after he smothered his face between your legs…well maybe he was doing that more for himself—

pushing him to lay down, you continue kissing him, your fingers running across his exposed abs, careful not to touch his injuries. your hand inching closer to the waistband of his shorts, playing with the material, excited to feel the hot weight in your hand—

“let’s take a bath together,” he holds your wrist, stopping you.

“mmm, okay,” you mumble, smiling against his lips as you try to move your hand, but he doesn’t let go.

“you didn’t miss taking baths together?”

“i didddd, but i wanna touch you,” you’re all pouty.

“always fucking whining,” toji feels you struggling, as you try to move around.

“I’m being nice,” your brows pinch. “I’m trying to reciprocate your kindness—ah ow, toji,” you hate when he manhandles you at the worst moments. pinning your wrists to your sides as he hovers over you.

you whine even more, until you notice the very obvious wet patch in the front of his shorts and a certain bulge pressing out.

“did you…cum?”

his breath hitched. your eyes flip back to his face, noticing the deep flush running across his cheeks. “you did—“

“y/n, wait!—“ however your foot is already hooked around his waistband pulling the material down his hips, your eyes blowing at the load he spilled in his shorts. he didn’t even wear boxers! his cock was still hard, but it was drenched in his cum, his tip oozing still…

“you came right now?!” you couldn’t help but be shocked, even as he buried his face in your neck, his hand letting go of your wrist to fall over your eyes instead.

“fuckin’ zip. it,” he practically growls in your ear.

you bite your cheek trying not to get excited, which you couldn’t even explain.

“you missed me that much?” your fingers rack through his hair, his hips falling closer to your heat, groaning under his breath as his wet sticky cock, laid across your pussy, his body so needy to rock his hips, humping your sloppy cunt. “you’re cumming your pants, and jerking off cuz of little ol me?” you really were a fucking tease.

“what did i fucking say.”

toji snaps. you barely had time to blink before you felt your body flip and your hips getting pulled back. “forgot about that fuckin attitude of yours.”

“what attitude?! you’re the one that’s all worked u-uhhn ahhh toji!” your eyes roll back into your skull. toji thrusts his full big fat length deep inside your tummy.

“arch it, fuck, like that,” his big hand soothes down the arch of your back, knowing exactly where to press down to have your legs spread even more as you grasp the sheets, the sudden fullness had you seeing stars. “good. fuckin. girl. just needed my dick to shut you the fuck up.” he hisses at how tight you’re clenching around him.

“still sucking my dick like a virgin,” he groans, hearing you only moan into the sheets. tears getting soaked up as your moans get muffled by the blankets. he doesn’t usually run his mouth during sex, but this morning he can’t stop it, each word being met with a merciless thrust. your pussy sucking his entire cock, squelching at his own cum and your juices mixing. “just like that….take it, like a good—fuck.”

your jaw went slack as drool dripped down, eyes fluttering with unshed tears. you almost forgot how full he made you. he’s so big. you could feel him so deep in your tummy, hitting your sweet spot over and over. his grip on your waist has you seeing stars.

“getting lazy babygirl?” he gives a mean slap to your ass. “don’t tell me ya didn’t miss me?” you whine shaking your head.

“no! i missed you!” you almost cry, pushing your ass back meeting his thrusts letting the fighter grown, giving your ass another slap watching your cheeks slam back into his thick thighs. the sight of his fat cock stretching your pussy, sliding your mixed cum to the base of his cock with each thrust has him giving your ass another slap. “uh fuuck, missed your dick so much! tojii missed you inside me, missed you so much!” your eyes were crossing, you could feel the slick dripping down your thighs as your head got dizzy. your moans turning into muffled squeals.

“pup,” toji litters your back with kisses, biting down and leaving bruises. his instinct was overwhelming, claiming your love again. your desperate cries as he pressed his palm flat against your tummy, feeling how deep his dick was. “you’re so warm, baby,” he groans into your ear, making your body tremble, hand reaching out, nails digging into his thigh as he continued fucking you. finger running down to your clit, pinching it just to be mean.

“what did you say, pup?”

you hated when he played with you, knowing full well that you got so fucking stupid after not having his dick for awhile.

“y-you…uh…” you were surprised that you could still form thoughts that could come out of your mouth right now. “you came…mmh…ah…ah-a lot….like a college kid.”

his jaw snaps.

“fucking. brat.”

your eyes blew wide. the sharp thrust he gave, arms spreading your cheeks, angling his hips on an angle, immediately sinking himself deeper into your hole pushing your cervix until you were seeing stars!

you. were. fucked.

“you still with me, sweetheart?” the distant voice felt miles away. your eyes rolling in your skull. you felt like you were walking on clouds. the soft shake slowly had you blinking. toji gently tapping your cheek, waking you up.

“mmm to..ji..” you coo, voice slurred as he hums, brushing your sweaty hair off your face.

“fucking scared me,” he mutters, more to himself, lips catching yours as you kiss him, arms hugging his shoulders, not fully clocking anything that happened.

toji had been drilling you so hard even after your body shot out another orgasm, wetting his thighs, all he did was go harder. fuck all that pent up energy and longing he had, was spilling out in waves. his dick was still hard as he slid you onto your side, pushing your leg up and sinking his cock inside again.

your eyes were cloudy as you drooled, opening your mouth for him to give you sloppy kisses, his spit entering your mouth as you grasped the sheets beside you.

after pushing you into another orgasm, and him reaching another climax as he pumped you full of his heavy thick cum. your mind was so dizzy you completely knocked out from the pleasure.

you were still sprawled on the bed as toji coaxed you back awake.

“didn’t know my princess can faint from her pussy squirting too many times,” toji rubbed your tummy as you buried your face in his neck.

“fuck off,” you grumble, toji bursting into laughter. arms circling your back as he cooed. “don’t pretend like you didn’t shoot a load from eating me out.”

toji went silent, pulling away. your hand fell over your mouth, cackling.

“where’d ya get that mouth of yours from?” he tsked, sitting on the edge of the bed, arms behind him as he looked at you. you sat up, crawling over to brush over the nape of his neck. his head tilting, body accustomed to the action. your pretty nails racking through as you kissed his jaw.

“I’m playing…it’s quite flattering,” you coo, toji hums in sarcasm.

“I’m sure it is,” he sighs, letting you play with him, once again, so very used to your wandering hands. letting you feel the mess on his abs, his semi resting between his big thighs, all manspread for your nails to feel the wet pubes as you kissed down. his hand brushing your back as he kneaded your cute fat ass.

“I guess you like my pussy that much…I mean does that mean you always cum after eating me out?” his eyes fall heavy. “don’t worry, you can eat me out any time, just don’t go around making messes everywhere—“

“you know what,” toji was tackling you in the bed, covering your mouth because this was too embarrassing now, his cheeks so very flushed. you couldn’t help laughing because his cock was heavy once again, giving his cool head away.

when he ran off to the bathroom, beyond flustered, you came a couple minutes later as he was showering. your arms circling his strong torso , lips gently pressing into his back.

toji didn’t like to think too much, especially when it came to you. he just let it happen. but if there was a third party there, they’d obviously question how toji has always hated people getting attached to him, he hated it even more when women would poke at him. however, when it was you, it barely made him shrug. it simply rolled off his back like it was nothing because it was you.

even when you made yourself at home in his penthouse. leaving clothes and products behind. sleeping in his shirts, and using his boxers as shorts around the house, it was fine.

toji has “dated” before, but this was something special. especially when his heart eased sinking into bed with you, or the way his body relaxed when you stepped in the shower with him. he enjoyed feeling your body press against his. he liked your fingers roaming around.

“toji?” your soft call had him hum in response. you gently moved around, so you were standing in front of him, your finger running up to touch his cheek. “kiss me.”

he listened.

yes, toji is listener…only for you.

his lips melting with yours. panting as your fingers wrapped around his length, pumping his big cock. fuck, he missed your hands so much. your thumb swiping his leaking tip, your tongue playing with his as he held your jaw. you smiled when he had to pull away, head tilting back, jaw clenching as you sank down suckling his tip before taking in his dick.

his abs flexed as he leaned against the shower wall, the water cascading down his broad shoulders, his other hand running down to hold your head, trying to fit more of his cock eyes fluttering at the weight in your mouth.

toji’s cum was oozing out of your pussy, only causing you to cum your pussy, desperate to keep him all inside.

toji hums, rubbing your head, soothingly, as he watched his cum shoot into your inviting mouth. petting your head as you sucked some more warm cum from his tip like a pacifier. you continued sucking his cock, making him groan as you milked even more cum from his dick before he had to lift you up, kissing you again and again.

“it’s leaking,” you whine, all pouty as toji notices the mess coming from between your legs.

“you desperate for my cum, puppy?” he taunts, especially when your brows pinch at his teasing.

“fill me up, more,” your cheeks flush, as he chuckles, letting your hand try to push his cock back inside you.

to say you had a long shower was an understatement.

toji came down a few minutes later to see you already perched on the counter drinking coffee as you waited for your waffles to come out of the toaster.

toji came between your legs, kissing your lips as he rubbed your thighs.

“shiu called ya,” you hold his phone in your hand. “he said something about a modeling gig next weekend,” your brows were trying not to pinch together as toji hums, grabbing the waffles that’s popped out.

“forgot about that,” he hands you a waffle.

“it’s for Calvin Klein…” you almost have a scowl on your face. toji raising a brow.

“you gonna spit it out?”

you huff, “well like, you’re not a small size, I’m pretty sure if anyone sees you in boxers they can make out your whole fucking dick.”

“thanks,” toji grins, only making you frustrated. “so you gonna tell me your jealous, or….”

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It’s hot today and you’ve decided that it would’ve been a great idea to hang out at your best friend Gojo Satoru's parents' private house somewhere up in the hills for the weekend. It’s better to spend your weekend away from your hot apartment and it's a bit cooler around that area, and what better time to relax outside while staring at the hills as your other best friend Geto Suguru quietly reads a book while you’re laying down on Gojo’s chest. 

You three were all quietly enjoying each other’s company until Gojo got tired and bored and he decided to say, “Y/N, there is a question that I’d like to ask you.” 

Curious, you raised a brow at him while whispering, “Ask away.”

You feel him caressing your back, hands slowly moving down until they’re both resting on the back of your thighs, then he asks, “What are your views on oral sex?”

Your eyes grow wide, head slowly lifting off his chest to get a good look at his face. You see him biting his lips, patiently waiting for you to answer. You took a glance over towards Geto to see him staring at you while he also awaits for an answer. 

You clear your throat, unsure of what answer they could ever want from you, so you choose to say, “I don’t have much to say if I’m being honest with you. It just believes that every individual has the right to do whatever it is that they want in their sex life if they are comfortable with it.”

“Are you comfortable with it, pumpkin?” Gojo asked. 

You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow still raised as you gave him your answer, “It’s nothing to be shameful about so I guess I could say that I’m pretty much comfortable.”

“Ah so, that means that you’ve done it before right?” 

“Done what?” you asked Gojo.

“Oral sex, you’ve done it before with your ex-boyfriend right?” he questioned. 

You sat up on his lap, hands folding across your chest. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just wanted to know more about my best friend,” he answers causally while shrugging his shoulders. 

“And your way of getting to know me a bit better is to ask me about my sex life?”

Gojo smiled, “I was just asking. I thought it would be fun to have a conversation about each other's sex life. Right Sugu?”

“I agree, I don’t have an issue discussing certain parts of my sex life with you two,” Geto answers in agreement. You’re a bit taken aback by how causal they both were uttering the word ‘sex’ out of their mouth. You believed that sex should noy be spoken about so casually, the act is intimate, one that is meant to share with someone you have some sort of deep love for. But with how loosely it fell from their lips, it would seem as though this is not the first time, they have conversations like these when you’re not around them. “So, are you gonna answer?”

You twiddled with your thumb, a small blush creeping upon your cheek as you answered, “Well yes, but I was never on the receiving end.”

That had Gojo and Geto sitting up in their seats, you almost fell from Gojo’s lap with how quickly he got up. “I knew something was off about him.” 

“Right,” Geto said in agreement. Slowly, you watch as Geto got up out of his seat and walked over to you and he knelt onto the floor. “So that dumb ex-boyfriend of yours has never eaten your pussy out.” 

You shook your head no. “Unbelievable, and he’s known for eating a lot of asses around campus? I mean I’m not against eating ass, I’ll eat your booty if given the chance to. But you’re telling me that he never thought about stuffing his face between these thighs.”

Once again, you shook your head no as embarrassment washes over you. Why are they making it so important? So, what if your ex-boyfriend ate other girls’ ass and pussy and not yours? It never bothered you, you never cared much about it. Your ex-boyfriend told you that once his cock is wet then everything else would be all right, so why are you best friend making it so important. 

“He’s an idiot Sato,” Geto commented, while lifting his hands to caress the apple of your cheek. 

“That he is. I mean how can one ever resist the urge to go between these sexy thick juicy thighs,” Gojo said while squeezing the side of your thighs. “If I were him, my face would be between them every single day, tasting what you’re hiding between them.” 

“I bet she tastes sweet Satoru,” Geto whispered as he stood up and rested his other hand on your cheek. 

“She does, I know she does,” Gojo said, his tone a bit lower than usual. Your face was hot, cheeks burning hard from their comments. You had no clue what to say after hearing what they both thought about you in just two simple sentences. Something sweet that they both can’t wait to devour. “Hey pumpkin, can I ask you something else?” 

Without even much, since you were beginning to feel hot and bothered from Geto’s hands on your cheek, and Gojo’s hand on your thighs, you whispered, “Go ahead.”

As Gojo was about to answer, Geto beat him to the punch, “Do you wanna… do it with me?” 

“Huh?” 

He bit his lips while gazing at you through his thin, yet beautiful eyelashes, “Do you wanna have sex with me… I mean with us, but this time you’ll be the one on the receiving end.”

“What, what…” you stuttered. Your cheeks hot and flustered from being embarrassed, you quickly pulled your head out of Geto’s hands, and quickly got up from Gojo’s lap, only for them to grab you and pull you down once again on Gojo, but this time with your back against his chest. 

“Come on pumpkin, it’ll be fun. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about after all we’ve both been wanting to do this with you for a very long time, “Gojo whispered as he spread both your legs over his lap and quickly lifted up your dress up and let it lazily fall onto your tummy, exposing your cotton blue panties underneath. 

Before you could even protest and tell them not to push you any further than they already have, Geto’s face was hovering over yours, forehead almost touching as he whispered, “Please Y/N, let us show you what you’ve been missing. Let us taste you please,” he said with a pout. “We really want to taste your pretty cunt, princess.”

What were you to say now? After all though you were a bit comfortable exposing yourself to your best friends like this, allowing them to touch you inappropriately and expose your most precious lady parts, you weren’t going to say no to them, because maybe, just maybe in the deepest parts of your mind, you wanted them to have their way with you. 

“Oh… okay but promise to be gentle.”

“No worries pumpkin, we’ll be as gentle as we can be just for you,” and with that said, Geto pressed his forehead against yours and captured your lips with his, while Gojo’s hands travels up to your thigh, caresses between your them and his finger gently rubbing your puffy clit through your panties. 

It’s unbelievable, to think that you were about to give yourself to your best friends. It was the furthest thing from your mind, given the fact that you thought they both weren’t into you and because you thought you weren’t their type. But the taste of Geto’s lips has you spreading your legs wider for Gojo to lay his hand flat against your pussy, cupping and thumbing your clit slowly to have your pussy dripping by the time Geto was ready to feast upon you; it had you thinking differently about them.

 Hot and messy, he slowly parted from your lips to trail kisses from your jaw down to your neck, his fingers coming up to make quick work on the strings at the front of your dress to reveal your breast to them, but with such little patience, he ripped the dress down in the middle, your heavy set breast bouncing freely at the sudden movement. 

You squealed, your hand quickly tried to cover them up, but Geto caught both your wrist in one hand and quickly caught your nipple between his teeth. “Suguru… don’t,” you tried speaking, but he shuts you by biting your nipple before covering your breast with his mouth. A moan slipped past his lips, eyes rolling back slightly as he continued to suck at your breast while his free hand went to fondle the other breast. Gojo was right, you’re tasty. 

“Hey, give me some attention too,” Gojo whispered underneath his breath. You snapped your head around to look at him, only to be met with his strawberry flavoured lips savouring the taste of yours. His tongue is hot, licking the roof of your mouth with every thrust of his tongue. Your cheeks burned; your body started to melt underneath their touch. “Hey, let’s take this inside yeah, it’s about to get messy.” 

… 

Gojo is extremely strong, given the fact that he was carrying you inside the master bedroom. He had both arms underneath your bottom, your thick thigh locked around his slim hips. You had one hand around his neck while the other held onto whatever was left of your dress. Your eyes were on Geto, watching as he wrapped his hair up into a bun before he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor as soon as you three were inside the bedroom. Geto did not even bother to close the door, eager to get down on his knees before you and feast upon tempting flesh. Gojo carelessly let you fall against the bed while he took the time to get rid of his shirt too, before climbing on the bed, sat up against the headboard and beckoned you to him. 

You did so, slowly turning around to get up on your knees to crawl towards him. “Ugh!” you squealed, feeling the sting of Geto’s hand on your ass cheek. You pouted at him while you crawled into Gojo's lap, and the white-haired man wasted no time, spinning you around until your back was once again on his chest. 

“Gotta gets rid of these panties, pumpkin,” Gojo whispered, his large hands once again sliding up your thighs before grabbing the end of your panty. 

“No,” you said, trying to close your legs tightly together to prevent him from pulling down your panties, but Geto wasn’t having any of it. He was on the bed, pulling your legs apart while Gojo quickly pulled your panties down your legs, watching as the material pulled away from your soaked pussy, a string of your arousal attached to your draws only snapping when it was down past your thigh. 

“Now that's a wet pussy. Sato took such care of you, getting your plump pussy wet and ready for me to feast on,” Geto practically moaned as he got comfortable between Gojo’s legs, head resting against your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. “Sato, you got your phone with you?”

“Yeah why?” Gojo asked as he held your panty up against his nose, sniffing the crotch before taking a lick from the taste of your panty to taste your liquid, and boy he’s glad he got a taste, couldn’t risk such delicious delicacy miss his mouth. He tossed your panties off the bed while reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. 

“I want you to get a close up shot of me eating her pussy,” Geto moaned as his face got closer to your pussy. “By the way, Sato?”

“Yeah,” Gojo answered as he searched for the camera app on his phone to start the recording. 

“Which hole do you wanna fuck after I’m done eating?” 

“Huh?” you muttered, shocked out of your mind as your eyes darted between the two of them.

Gojo chuckled as he hit record on his phone and held the camera above Geto’s head while getting a perfect view of your glistening cunt. “I wanna feel her pussy, but I wanna pound that tiny little butthole of hers.”

“Aw… I wanted to take her ass to pound town though,” Geto pouts as he kissed your puffy, wet pussy lips. 

“Huh… Toru… Sugu, huh?” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“We’ll share, I’ll go first then you can take the second hit,” Gojo suggested, completely purposefully ignoring the fact that you’re staring up at them waiting for them to acknowledge that they needed to ensure that you’re comfortable with whatever it is that they are about to do with you. In any case you were comfortable because you trust them, but it would have been nice if they had asked. 

“No problem. You hear that princess, Gojo and I are going to take such loving care of your tight beautiful holes,” and with that said, he immediately surges forward, his hot warm tongue pushing past his lips to lick between the folds of your pussy. Your eyes rolled back; lips slightly parted to release a breathy moan. Gojo so desperately wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours, but he was enjoying watching as Geto licked and spread your folds with his tongue more. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, back arching slightly from Gojo’s chest the moment you felt Geto hot mouth captured your clit in your mouth, greedily sucking on your sensitive bud that had tiny pleasurable shockwaves slowly making its way up to your brain. You feel Geto’s hand removing itself from the back of your leg and slowly making its way up to rub your butthole.

Your body jolts, feeling his thumb rubbed and pressed itself into your butthole as he continued to feast on your pussy. He groaned in your pussy, head slightly tilting towards the camera just so that Gojo could get a perfect view of your messy cunt clenching and unclenching around his tongue as he thrust the thick wet muscle in and out and in and out of your pussy. 

“You like that pumpkin?” Gojo asked, spreading your legs a little wider; giving Geto a bit more room to get comfortable between your legs. “Look at him, he’s having the time of his life between your legs.”

And Geto hums in agreement, tongue still skilfully thrusting inside your clenching cunt. You could feel him smiling as he pulled his tongue out of your hole to flicker at your sensitive bud before sucking harshly at your clit and slurping up the juices that leaked from your clenching hole. 

He lifted his head from your cunt, spat on it again, and watched with glistening eyes as his saliva dribbled down the crack of your ass and onto his thumb that was still gently penetrating your butt hole. “Fuck, I’m about to have a feast here,” Geto mumbled to himself as he went back down on your pussy, tongue licking and spreading your folds, feeling your juices against his chin as it dribbles down to your butthole. 

He started kissing your cunt, slowly moving his head down until removed his thumb from your hole and laid his tongue flat against it; your butt cheeks clenched immediately, legs trying to close and push away from him, but then you feel it. Gojo’s big hand delivered a slap upon your thighs, and you immediately spread your legs open once again as Geto continued to feast upon you. “Keep those legs open,” Gojo whispered to you as he angled the camera downwards to Geto a view of Geto eating up your other hole. “He’s got to get your ass wet and prepared to take our cocks.

“Mhm’ feels weird,” you whimpered, legs trembling and threatening to close around Geto’s head, but Gojo wasn’t going to allow you to do so, not when his fingers were slowly creeping down towards your messy wet pussy to play with your throbbing clit. “Mhm… ah,” you moaned out, head tossing back against Gojo's shoulder, feeling the sense of overwhelming pleasure being rushed to your head. 

A few more licked at your puckered hole and Geto was quick to latch his lips back onto your cunt, not caring one bit if Gojo fingers were stimulating your sensitive nub, rolling his tongue harshly against your clit before sinking it back into your hole. 

Your toes curl, eyes squeezing tightly shut, unable to think or even to understand what was happening to your body, it’s like your body was no longer yours. To be absolutely going mad, with pleasure. 

Geto finally pulled away from your hole, fingers now replacing his tongue, rubbing, and poking at your hole before sinking two thick calloused fingers into your ass, slowly thrusting in and out in attempts to stretch you out. You’re so far gone, not knowing what to do with yourself, but whimper and cry as they continued with their sinful work as your body grew hotter and hotter, and that weird sensation in your tummy made itself known. 

“Ahh, I think she’s out to cum,” Gojo whispered, fingers moving from your clit and plunge them into your hole, moving in and out and curling and poking on your g-spot. You cried out, hands now finally having a mind out its own to grip onto Gojo thighs for support as the rest of you quiver and tremble, desperately in need to cum. “Mhm, fuck Sugu her pussy is pulsing so much around my fingers.”

“You should feel her ass,” Geto followed up, quickly spitting on his fingers before thrusting a third one into your hole. 

“No… No, I can’t,” you cried out. 

“Oh yes you can,” they both said in harmony, fingers expertly working both your holes. The heat in your tummy began to rise even more, legs now violently shaking and that heavy pressure that you feel inside you felt like it was moment away from bursting if they don’t let up on your holes.

You began breathing heavily, nails scraping against Gojo’s thigh as your back lifted slightly from Gojo’s chest. Feeling your pussy desperately clenching, you scream, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna Ohh.” Like a river bursting through the walls of a dam, your pussy clenched and burst, wet clear liquid forcing Gojo’s fingers out of your cunt. 

Geto groaned and he’s going down to lick up the mess from your cunt as you continue to squirt. “So good princess.”

“Good fucking girl. Pumpkin’s a squirter,” Gojo said as he tapped at your twitching clit a few times, then plunged his finger into your hole to get you cum all over his fingers just to get a taste. Geto on the other hand, gave no time to breath, his lips already on yours and you’re tasting yourself on his lips. 

His fingers were still working to stretch your ass, but he managed to untie the strings of his shorts and pushed it down his legs exposing his thick prompt cock to your eyes. You gasped and pulled away from his lips, eyes widened as you took in the sight of his thick, long, and pale cock with a reddish tip. He had pubes, but not as much as your ex-boyfriend did, but Geto sure had a bigger cock. 

“I don’t want it, it’s too big,” you said to them both as you tried and Geto’s fingers successfully slipped out of your now gaping hole and you did manage to crawl away from them. But you didn’t get too far, not when Gojo and his long lanky arms were close by, quickly grabbing onto your chubby thighs and pulling you towards him. And as he did so, he managed to pull his cock out of his shorts too. “No… no it's too big,” you said, staring at the weapon between Gojo’s legs. 

“Come on pumpkin, you can take it,” Gojo cooed at you, quickly roughly handling you back into his lap with your legs spread over his legs and his cock snuggled up against your cunt. “Suguru stretched you perfectly fine.”

“But… but” you began stuttering as you looked down on the cock that was slowly sliding between your wet fat pussy lips, just waiting patiently to penetrate you deeply. 

“It’s ok princess, just relax for us,” Geto whispered as he positioned himself between your legs and his large hand gently rubbing up and down on your thighs. “Satoru’s gonna stretch you out a bit more with his cock, so relax, be a good girl and take him as deep as you can inside you.”

Still staring at Gojo’s pale, long, curved cock between your pussy lips, you thought ‘you’ve already made it this far, it makes no sense you stopped dead in the middle of sex.’ So, with that thought you shook your head and whispered, “Ok.”

They both smiled, then you felt Geto’s hand slightly lifting both your legs, spreading them a bit wider while Gojo spat on his hand, grabbed his cock, and gave it a few pumps before pressing the pinkish mushroom tip at your leaking entrance. 

You feel Gojo’s lips against your cheeks, kissing and licking at your skin, as he dragged the tip along your sensitive clit, teasingly smearing your slick all over his cock. “I’m going in now,” he growled, then he immediately pushed in one long, hard upwards thrust into your dripping cunt, knocking the air out of your lungs. His head collapsed onto your shoulders, teeth sinking into your collarbone, biting back his moan the moment he felt your pussy hold his cock like a vice grip. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, gently pulling out then thrusting back in, and your sobbing as he painfully stretched you out deliciously. “What a tight fucking pussy. You wanna break my cock off, pumpkin?” he whispered against your shoulders, fingers quickly pinching and rubbing at your clit to give you a bit of relief. 

“Mhm… ngh it’s- It’s too big, pull it out, pull it out,” you begged, not used to having something so big, hot, and throbbing inside your pussy, stretching you, splitting you apart and beyond your limits. 

“No can no pumpkin,” A low growl escaped him as he pulled his cock out of your hole, until the tip was barely resting inside your cunt, only to thrust back into your warm cunt. Heavy thick balls slapped against the skin of your ass with each thrust of his hips, loud squelches of his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside your gummy cunt. 

“Oh God, fuck me,” you mewled, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as you watched as your cunt getting completely mauled by Gojo’s cock., driving you to complete insanity. Your lame ex-boyfriend had never fuck you so stupid, his cock is not even big enough to stretch you as much as Gojo’s cock was doing at this moment. Ripping and tearing, then shaping your hole to fit his cock. 

Your brain’s going numb, broken whimpers and moans leaving you each time he plunged into your hole. He’s shifting beneath you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot within you and it has you bucking and keening on his cock, and he’s watching with hungry eyes as your tits bounce in circular motions with each thrust. “Gonna cum on this cock pumpkin, Suguru’s gotta fuck your little pussy too,” Gojo said to you, kissing your neck as his hand travelled up to squeeze and paw at your heavy swollen breast. 

“I… no- too much I,” unable to form a coherent sentence you bowed your head and cried out, hoping that they’ll understand your plea. And to your luck they did, but that doesn’t mean that what Geto was about to do to you was going to make the situation any better. 

Because here comes Geto whispering as he realised one of your legs and his fingers hastily rubbed figures of eight on your clit, “Well let me help you then.”

“No, stop please…” You cried as your trembling hands went to pull his hand away from your cunt. It’s no use though your hands were just trembling too much, so the only thing you just had to do was just sit there and let them skilfully worked their fingers and cock on and inside your cunt, pumping and pumping until your thighs twitched, eyes were rolling back and your breathing; short and forceful as they carried you to your orgasm. 

“Come on pumpkin let it go, let it go,” Gojo urges, fucking up into you faster and harder than he was before, and the black-haired bastard had the audacity to make his fingers with Gojo’s pace. Your tummy was hot. It burns… it burns, you thought and the next thing you know, you are squirting. Gojo cock slipped out of your squirting cunt, and he, smiling as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your sensitive clit and watched as your pussy gushed more clear liquid. 

“Move and let me slide in,” Geto said to Gojo, quickly grabbing both of your knees and folding them into your breast. And Gojo as quick as ever held the back of your knees and watched as Geto tapped his heavy cock onto your throbbing clit, the tip pressing into your cunt and when he was satisfied with the amount of you cum that coated his cock. He plunged in, stretching you impossibly wider than Gojo. 

Just how big are their cocks?

Geto paused, watching as your lips trembled, eyes still tightly closed and your pussy, clenching and unclenching, slowly shaping to fit his cock. A low groan fell from his lips as he leaned forward, chest pressing into the back of your legs, forehead resting on your head that is between your legs and he’s whispering, “And though Sato fucked you deep and hard, stretching this tiny little cunt. You are still so fucking tight.”

His hips started moving, slowly dragging his cock out of your wet hole, then without warning he abruptly slammed his cock into you. “Ah… Sugu ah.”

He smiled and kissed your lips as he pounded into your pussy mercilessly. He’s so thick, thicker than Gojo it felt as though he was about to burst your pussy wide open. “Oh fuck, fuck,” he grunted, his forehead resting against yours, sweat beading down his forehead and onto yours. He glanced down at you through his lashes, your lips all puffy and swollen from all the biting and kissing. “Open up your mouth princess.” You lolled your tongue out for him. He groaned as he gathered a glob in his mouth before spitting it on your tongue. “Swallow and show it to me again.” You did as you were told, he didn’t waste another second to spit in your mouth again. 

You swallowed then moaned, “I’m close again.”

“That’s what I want you to do,” he groaned as he straightened his posture to speed up his deep thrust. The sounds your bodies made as they slapped against each other and Gojo grunting from the feeling cock rubbing against your ass was driving them mad. 

“Yes… ah fuck.”

He leaned forward yet again and gave you the neediest, sloppiest kiss. His cock began to abuse your g-spot, each thrust punching every breath from your lips. And once again, you feel the pressure building up inside your tummy, you’re left with no choice but to cum on his cock, juice leaking from the sides and down his length. He kept on fucking your through your orgasm, fwop, fwop, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust, hitting that spot he knew that was gonna make you squirt. 

“Mhm… stop Imma shit…” Your body grew stiff and Geto had to quickly slip out of you to rub the tip of his cock on your clit as you squirted all over him. 

“There you go princess, there you go.”

“So proud of your pumpkin,” they both praised and Gojo managed to steal a kiss from your lips. Your tired, body spent, worn out all you just wanted to do was to close your eyes and sleep. But wait they didn’t cum. 

“Uhm… Toru… Su why didn’t you cum?” you asked them. 

“Oh yeah, where not done.”

Bamboozled out of your mind, you turned to face Gojo and said, “Huh?”

“We gonna tap your ass member?” Gojo reminded you as he lifted both your legs again and his cock now poked at your lower entrance. 

“And I wanna eat your pussy out while he takes care of your cute little hole,” Geto added as he got comfortable yet again between Gojo’s legs. 

“No- no, no, no I can’t… I’m tired, please.”

“Ahh pumpkin just a few minutes more, I promise you it’ll feel fantastic.”

And that’s the line you fell for, keeping your legs spread as they both hand their way with your hole, stretching and pounding you out with no mercy. They did try to be gentle, but your pussy was just so unbelievably tight and soaking wet, they kept you inside that bedroom for hours upon end, until you finally passed out into Geto’s arms, whimpering, and shaking, skin sticky and sweating. Thick globs of cum dripping from your holes, and your ass filled with nothing but kiss marks, hickies and hand bruises. 

They fucked you good, better than your dumb ex-boyfriend every did and they can’t wait to fuck your little hole and stuffed them full of them cum and just maybe breed you, but they’ll wife you up.

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.

Before you met Toji, you had never met a man that would willingly, and most of the time without asking, eat your pussy out before. Your previous exes didn't eat your pussy out when you asked, or they didn't satisfy you enough to lead you into a mind-boggling orgasm. They left you feeling dry, unhappy, and unsatisfied. It was a blessing and a curse for you to end up with a man like Toji. Someone who didn't take "no" for an answer, someone who will deal with your bratty attitude and fix that shit with his dick in your pussy, and who ate your pussy simply for his own pleasure.

"OHH FUUUCK!"

You were on the bed, laying on your back with your legs pressed against your chest. Toji was laying on his stomach and his face was in between your thighs, his mouth slurping on your clit while his fingers were driving into your cunt. The slickness of your juices were wetting up his fingers and making a mess on the bedsheets. He didn't bother to put a towel underneath you because in his words, "The way you squirt, that shit will just go through the towel anyways," so he didn't do it.

Toji had been eating at your pussy for who knows how long. He had already made you succumb to three orgasms by using only his fingers. This man was putting your body through the wringer. His tongue never faltered in flicking at your hardened clit. Those long, thick fingers of his were fucking into your pussy and making the most obscene, wet noises in the room. Accompanied by those squelches were your shrill, whiny, high-pitched moans. Your back arching up from the bed and toes curling when Toji would suck and nibble at your sensitive nub.

"Tojitojitojitoji!" You babbled on his name, and jerked your hips down towards his fingers. A trail of saliva was coming out of the corner of your mouth as you squirmed about trying to bring yourself to another climax. "Fuck, fuck, I'm g'na cum again! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Your walls tightened around his fingers and another stream of your juices came squirting out right onto his face. Your man smirked while he pulled his mouth away from your clit and pulled his three fingers in your pussy out. Toji lapped up the wetness you had just made before pulling his mouth away and kissing fervently at your puffy folds.

You jolt from his lips, hips twitching, legs trembling and let out a whine, "Tooojiii, d-daddy, n-no more, I-I can't!" You had tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fat, warm tears that fell down your cheeks as you laid there on the bed. "I can't take iiit!! Too much, too much!"

He reaches out a hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear. "Ssh, ssh, baby girl you can take it. You always take it don't you? Hm?" His gruff voice was soft when he was speaking to you. When you were like this, a dumbed down mess from back-to-back stimulation, he knew he had to console you gently. You look at him, nose scrunched up and plump lips pouting. "You can take it baby girl. I know you can,"

Toji sits up from his position and kneels on the bed crawling above you. You were starting to think that your man was going to fuck you, but what he did next surprised yet scared you. He reached underneath the pillow you had your head on and grabbed the hot pink toy wand you had. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the toy then look back at your man. "D-Daddy p-please!! Please daddy!"

Your mind already knew that once Toji brought out the toy wand it was game over for you. He knew how to angle the vibrator just right for you to squirt all over him. Your hands flew to around his broad shoulders and shaky thick thighs wrapped around his small waist in an attempt to keep him from going back down on you.

"P-please daddy, y-you don't have to do that," you begged of him, and squeezed your legs tighter. You bring him down for a kiss to your lips, not knowing that Toji had already turned the vibrator on with a press of the button and was guiding it towards your clit. In between the messy kisses you were stammering, "S-See daddy? C-Can you juss- TOJIIIII FUCK OH MY GOD!" You were interrupted by him pressing the vibrator to your clit.

Toji circles the toy around your sensitive nub and his tongue licks at your cheek. He tastes the dried tears from earlier on your soft brown skin. He glances down at where the toy is rubbing at your clit then looks at the fucked out expression on your face. He smirks cockily at you. "I want you to give me a couple more before the end of the night baby girl." His scarred lip presses a firm kiss to your round cheek. "Then I'll stop."

You shake your head and claw your manicured nails into his shoulders. "Mm! Mm! Mm! C-cumming! Cumming!" You warn him, feeling your stomach tighten, your eyes rolling back when you cum again on the bedsheets. There's practically a puddle of just your bodily fluids soaking the blankets. The room stinks of the scent of musk and sweat, but it doesn't deter either of you from stopping.

"Yeeeeah that's it. That's how daddy fucking likes it." He growls, and places the wand to the side. His hand grabs your chin, turning your face to him and he kisses you roughly. You try your best to respond to the kiss, but your body is tired and your mind has turned into mush after climaxing for the sixth (?) time. Toji doesn't care as he sucks on your limp tongue after gnawing at your bottom lip with his canines.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Soft, weak moans left from you when Toji was slapping his hand on your pussy. His fingers stroked your folds gently followed by another slap. You unwrap your legs from around him and let your arms flop to your sides. Your body no longer touching him as you become pliable for him.

"That's my fucking girl, my good fucking girl." He hooks his thumb on the corner of your mouth and stretches your cheek. "Open your mouth up for daddy." You part your lips and stick out your tongue, Toji laughs at this before he spits onto your tongue. With narrowed eyes he watches you swallow it then he returns to going back in between your thighs.

His lips kiss on your inner thighs, teeth bite down on your brown skin and leaving bite marks there. Murmurs of, "so fucking good for me", "going to make this pretty pussy cream some more", could be heard from the man between your thighs. Toji kissed and licked on your thighs some more until he got to your pussy. He reached over and grabbed the toy wand, turning it back on then holds it against your puffy clit. Your man had it pressed right against the nerve of your clit while his tongue was delving into your entrance.

You squirm shakingly on the bed, but you once again chase that one high that Toji is trying to give you. In contrast to your body wanting more your words say something different. You whine, "No more daddyyyy!!"

Toji ignores your cries while he uses a hand to keep your plush thigh spread open. He stops eating you out to say, "One more then I'll stop baby girl," He lifts the wand away from your clit to suckle on it. "Come on, baby, come on." He mumbles onto your nub.

He encourages you to cum for him one last time, and by the grace of whoever you did. Your wrecked out body, unable to release any more of your juices due to the constant stimulation, just writhed and clenched as you came for him. A lewd "pop" emitted from Toji when he plucks your clit out of his mouth. He kneels on the bed before you, rubbing his hands on your fleshy thighs and stroking the bruised skin that he caused.

"You did so good baby girl, so fucking good, I'm so proud of you baby." He leans down to peck your lips. When you start to whine and whimper from coming down he whispers, "It's okay baby, I'm here baby, look at daddy," He cups your face in his hands, directing your attention to his green eyes. "Look at me. I'm going to run you a bath okay baby?" You nodded your head and he continued, "You want me to carry you or can you walk?"

Again you shake your head and whine, Toji took this as a "no I can't walk" and he went on to pick you up from the bed with ease. He carried you with his hands underneath your thighs into the bathroom, gently sitting you down on the toilet seat before he went to the bathtub and ran the water. Your man returned back to you, since you were already naked he wrapped your hair up in a shower cap and used a damp towel to clean up any messes on your body.

"Mm, T-Toji... I... good?" You quietly ask him.

His eyes look up to your tired expression, and he smiles approvingly at you. "Yes baby girl you did good for me. You always do."

That's when he realized the tears pouring out of your eyes weren't because of pleasure─ but pain. He reached a hand out to you but that only made you flinch away, your eyes widening in fear and for a split moment, he felt his heart stop. Fuck, what did he just do?

Satoru's own eyes were open wide, hands balling into tight fists as he watched you sniffle and shiver, small hiccups leaving your swollen lips. "Fuck I─ baby, I'm so sorry, I just─" he thought about what to say next─ that he lost control? That he never meant to hurt you? He swallowed hard, pretty eyes glossed over from worry and pure guilt.

You sniffled before laying on your back, lifting your arms to make grabby hands at satoru who only let out a breath of relief, gently cradling your face in his palms as he sputtered apologies after apologies to you─ hands shaky as he pulled you to his chest and muttered soft "I love you's" and "I'm so sorry's" into your hair, soft lips pressing gentle but reassuring kisses on the top of your head he holds you against his chest.

After a few moments, the snow haired man finally found it in himself to speak, "what happened, baby? Did I go too hard?" His voice was barely above a whisper. You nuzzled your face further into his chest─ tears smudging on his skin as you shook your head, "jus' couldn't breathe," you peaked up at him, and his frown deepened, heart clenching as he stared at your glassy eyes. " 'm so sorry, sweet girl— does it hurt?" He rubbed little shapes into the bare skin of your back, lips pressing gentle kisses on your temple. You finally smiled, shaking your head again— "no, jus' a little bit sore. Think there'll be marks though."

Satoru let out a breath of relief at that, shoulders burying his face into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. "That's good— don't want my pretty girl to be in pain." You hummed in response, staying like that for a while— basking in the comforting silence until you spoke up again.

"Toru?"

"Hm?"

"Let me choke you instead."

Suguru

You've been like this for god knows how long— spread across your shared bed, knees to your chest and with Suguru between your legs, making out with your cunt.

"Holy fuck— this pussy is so fuckin' perfect f'me, isn't she?" He growls— talking as if your pussy was a living being. You only moaned in response, trying to buck your hips up to meet his mouth, only to receive a harsh slap on your clit from Suguru. He 'tsked', running his clean hand through his raven locks before glaring at you, "stop—" smack! "movin'—" smack! "s'much—" smack! "whore—" smack! Each word was punctuated by a harsh slap to your pussy. You squealed with each hit— poor cunt burning from the brutal treatment your boyfriend was giving you.

He went back to using his tongue, but something was wrong— it didn't feel good anymore, only pain. Hours of overstimulation mixing with the pain of his harsh hits only made it sting and burn.

"Sugu! h-hurts— no more!" You babbled, but he couldn't hear you— too busy eating your pussy which basically had him in a trance, leaving you with no choice but to whimper out your safeword.

It took him a couple of seconds to register before he paused— blinking up at you before apologies after apologies left his mouth, checking to see if you were hurt anywhere before you calmed him down by placing a hand on his chest, " 'm not hurt, Sugu— jus'.. too much," you panted, letting him pick you up and place you on his lap— " 'm so sorry, princess. Didn't mean too go too far," there was genuine regret in his voice, the bottom half of his face still soaked with your juices. You reached a palm to wipe off the liquid from his chin before grinning up at him— he only kissed your cheek in return.

"You forgive me?" He pulled away to look at you, a small pout adorning his thin lips. You only kissed his nose in response, earning a chuckle from him, "I'll take that as a yes then."

You two stayed like that for a couple minutes— just in each other's arms as Suguru started humming a random song, the gentle tone of his soothing voice slowly lulled you to sleep, not before you heard a faint, "I love you so much, angel," accompanied by a soft kiss on your shoulder.

Toji

"Oh, fuuck— yeah, fuckin' slut— takin' me s'well in that tight lil' throat, heh," Toji growled, hips bucking up into your face as you gagged and choked around his unbelievably fat cock. Tears and snot were dripping down your face— ruining the picture perfect makeup you had worked so hard for, mascara running down your swollen cheeks in inky streaks, lipstick smudged all over your lips and even staining your boyfriend's length in rings.

Seriously, though. Did you really expect him to be gentle with you after prancing around in that tiny little dress the whole evening? You should be grateful he didn't bend you over the dinner table and fuck you in front of your friends and co-workers.

He basically shoved you down to your knees once you arrived back home— slapping the leaky tip of his flushed cock against your face a couple times before stuffing it into your poor throat and here you were— getting used by Toji Fushiguro like his personal flleshlight as you went light headed from being deprived of breathing for so long. It seems as if he had forgotten you were human and needed to breathe— the tightness of your throat basically making his mind go blank.

You tried to scratch, claw and slap his thighs— which only made him fuck your face with more vigor, not realizing those were signs telling him to stop.

A sloppy mixture of your drool and his precum dripped down your chin in stringy webs, making a mess on the polished floor beneath you as he yanked you by the makeshift ponytail he made— pulling you off his cock with a wet "pop!", giving you the chance to gurgle out your safeword breathlessly. Toji's eyes visibly widened, slowly letting your hair go before kneeling in front of you, gently patting your back as you coughed and heaved— trying to get air back in your poor lungs.

"Too much?" His voice was gravelly, as he wiped the sweat off your face, helping you back up to your feet. You could only nod in response, his brows pinching as tears kept rolling down your face. Gently sitting you down on the couch before he walked away to get you some water.

You immediately relaxed feeling the cool water hit your throat, soothing the bruising throb of pain your boyfriend's cock had given you.

He placed the glass away before sitting next to you, wordlessly wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you to his lap.

"Sorry I went too far, ma', wan' me to make it up to ya?" He whispered into the softness of your hair, gigantic hands playing with your much smaller ones as you leaned into him.

"Mhm, can you or—" "Order Chinese? Got'cha," he cut you off, pulling his phone out from his pocket. You smiled, snuggling further into him, "and cuddles." Rolling his eyes, he hummed, "Anything my princess wants."

Kento

"Slap!"

The deafening noise cut through the heavy tension in the room, your ass burning from the sting of Kento's harsh palm cracking down on the soft fat— "t-twenty f-four!"

He hummed, voice deep as his rough palm smoothed over the battered skin of your ass, spreading your cheeks to peak at your sopping cunt— the vibrator set on it's highest setting, but he knew better than to let you cum. Right as you were about to release all over the sheets— the vibrations of the small pink toy suddenly stopped, cruelly ripping your orgasm away from your grasp. A pitiful sob left your lips, legs thrashing around— "no! W-why, please— p-please let me cum, Ken—" Another brutal slap to your bruised ass cut you off, a low growl leaving Kento's lips as he smacked you again and again— your wails egging him on further— "fucking count."

The safeword left your lips before you could even think— hiccups and sobs escaping your throat. Your husband stopped immediately upon hearing the magic word— snapping out of his daze and rushing to your side. "Are you okay, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" His voice was laced with worry, his heart ached in regret as he watched you sniffle, curling to yourself.

"Fuck, love— I'm so sorry I—" He quickly undid your restraints and took the vibrator out of you, tossing it aside before grabbing a glass of water and handing it to you. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Does it hurt too much?"

You shook your head, to his relief, and took the glass of water from him— muttering a small "thanks."

After you had fully calmed down, he also applied some ointment on your sore bottom, being as gentle as possible not to hurt you.

He also ate you out later— to make up for all the edging, Small apologies were leaving his lips the entire time as he made out with your cunt— calling you his good girl, placing a gentle kiss on your clit after you reached your peak.

note. im sorry if this sucks ass ya'll, i had this sitting in my drafts for a while and just had to get it out :(

“Open up, pretty.” Geto tapped the tip of dick on your lips, pre cum leaking from it. He grabbed your hair, holding your head back as you lolled your tongue out, allowing him to push himself down your throat. Your eyes screwed shut as you gagged around him, nails digging into his thighs. You were caught off guard as Toji lifted your hips up, his big hands gripping your sides before landing a few smacks on your ass. You felt his fat head push past your lips, stretching your pussy open.

“So fuckin’ wet!” He slammed his hips against yours causing you to moan around Geto’s cock. Gojo watched with a smirk on his face, pumping his cock at the sight of you getting fucked from both ends. Toji pounded into your cunt, balls slapping against your clit as Geto fucked your face. He saw your eyes tearing up, allowing you to breathe. A trail of spit connected from your lips to his swollen head.

“Shit! Shit!” Your eyes rolled back, Toji fucking you deep, propping one leg up on the bed. His hands gripped the flesh of your ass, pulling you back onto his dick, watching how he disappeared into your tight pussy.

Gojo bent down to your height, grabbing your face in his hands as he scanned your features. He had a lustful look his eyes, watching as drool fell from your mouth and onto his hand, your eyes rolling back as Toji fucked you stupid. “Oh,” he chuckled, “I think she might cum.” He laughed, lightly slapping your face. “You gonna cum?” He cooed, tilting his head.

“Yes! Yes!” You nodded, your body growing hot as your orgasm drew near. “Fuuuck! I’m cumming—oh my god!” You screamed, gripping onto the sheets below. Your entire body began shaking under Toji as your cunt clenched around him, threatening to milk him. Geto and Gojo laughed at you, watching your orgasm take over you. Before you knew it, you felt Toji’s hot spurts of cum paint your walls, filling you up completely. He pulled out of you, admiring at how it dropped between your folds.

“Goddamn, baby.” Toji placed a smack on your ass. Geto walked around to take a look, humming in response at the sight in front of him. He took his fingers, gathering all the cum and stuffing back inside your pussy with his two fingers.

“My turn, sweetheart.” You could barely feel your legs right, could barely think but Geto grabbed your hips anyway, flipping you over. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing you on top of his lap before grabbed your legs and folding you in half, putting you in a full nelson. You were absolutely dreading the position his had you in, feeling his cock push up inside you, a gasp falling from your lips. He bucked his hips up into yours rapidly, your pussy squelching around him.

“Oh fuck!” Your eyes widened at the feeling. Both of the other men jerking their cocks off to you getting fucked.

“Keep looking at us, baby,” Gojo panted, massaging the tip of cock with his thumb, letting out a grunt. Both of the men just kept smirking as Geto fucked you ruthless, feeling like you were getting split open from the strenuous position he had you in. Your mind was scrambled, fogged with nothing but pleasure. You couldn’t believe this was happening, but damn were you having a good time. Good thing it all be on camera.

“You like it right there?” Geto whispered into your ear, hitting that same spot over and over again as you nodded your head yes, whimpers serving as your words. “Yeah?” He chuckled. “Good fucking girl.” He thrusted into you harder, his balls slapping against your clit. You felt another orgasm being drawn out of you, the funny feeling building up again along with the pressure. Geto could feel you squeezing around him, thrusting into you one more time before you squirted all over his cock, making a mess.

“That’s it!” Gojo encouraged, rubbing your clit as you squirted some more, legs threatening to close as your head fell back.

“Fuccckk! Ah!” You clenched your eyes shut, body quivering as you tried to overcome your orgasm. Gojo slapped his palm on your puffy clit a few times, making you jump.

“Such a fucking whore,” he chuckled. Giving your clit one last slap before Geto stuffed his dick inside of you again. “Make that pussy squirt again, Geto. She loves it!” He wasted no time in thrusting into your wet cunt, your juices leaking all over his length and down his balls creating such a lewd sound in the room. His pace was the same, hard and fast, thick cock stretching you open as his tip kissed your cervix.

Toji chuckled at the sight of you, how fucked out you looked, eyes rolling back as drool pooled in the corner of your mouth. They never had pretty, cock hungry sluts like you, but they might’ve just found their perfect girl. He couldn’t stop stroking his dick to the sigh of you, massaging his balls with the other hand.

Geto was close, his thrusts becoming sloppy, you pussy gripping him, milking him. “Pussy is gonna make me cum—shiiitt!” Geto shut his eyes in bliss, only focused on the feeling of you around him. Before he knew it, his thrusted deep inside of you, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls. Without warning, you squirted everywhere again, soaking him and even wetting Gojo and Toji. You couldn’t even talk, moaning and whimpers as you felt Geto’s nails sink into your skin as he came.

“Atta fucking girl.” Gojo grabbed one of the many cameras, getting a close up shot of your dripping pussy, your squirt and Geto’s cum. “I knew you could do it.” He panned the camera up to your face, gripping it in his before he smacked you. “Love being a slut? Tell everyone you love being a slut,” he demanded with a smirk on his face.

You lazily smiled up at the camera before speaking, “I love being a slut.” Your voice was raspy, most likely from all the screaming and moaning.

“How ‘bout we try something new, princess?” Gojo placed the camera back in its original spot before walking back over to you. He effortlessly grabbing you off of Geto’s lap, helping you walk over to the couch. The others followed closely behind. Gojo pushed you down, bending you over in front of him, spreading your ass. “You ever done anal before, hm?” He asked in a soft tone, landing a smack on your ass.

“N-no…” You shake your head, feeling nervous as Gojo hums. Toji and Geto smirk to each other as Gojo unexpectedly spits on your hole, massaging it in. You gasp, brows furrowing when he pushes his thumb in. He takes it back out before spitting on it again. You could feel him move behind you, placing one foot on the couch. “Gojo—ah fuck!” You feel his fat tip prod against the entrance of your hole, smearing some of Geto’s cum onto it.

“It’s gonna hurt, baby, but you’re a big girl, right? I know you can handle it,” Gojo said as he slowly pushed himself inside. You gripped onto the couch cushions, the stretching feeling causing you pain and pleasure all at the same time. His spit dribbles on your hole again, using it as lube until he’s fully inside of you. “Ah, yesss.”

“Taking it in the ass like a real fucking whore. That’s what I like to see!” Toji walked over to you, wiping the tears at the corners of your eyes. You hissed in pain as Gojo began moving his hips, his cock stretching you open. You looked at Toji with watery eyes, biting down on your bottom lip. He hummed, slowly stroking his dick. “Make me so fucking hard with that pretty face of yours.”

You jaw was slack as Gojo began moving faster, whimpers and pained moans leaving your lips as you adjusted to the foreign feeling. You never would have thought of it feeling so good, having his dick buried deep inside of you like this. God, you were really being slutted out and you couldn’t be enjoying it more. You were theirs now, no doubt about it. You could see it in their eyes, the way they fuck you, grab you. You’ve fucked others before but not like this, not like them. They weren’t planning on sharing you with no one else.

“Look up for me, darling,” Geto spoke. You looked at him through your thick lashes, seeing a polaroid camera in his hand. He quickly snapped a picture of you, the flash going off. Gojo deeply thrusted into you again, pushing you against the couch. You gripped onto it harder, tears pricking your eyes again before he smacked your ass, gripping the flesh in his hand. Geto quickly snapped another picture, capturing the moment. “She’s a fucking gem, don’t you think?”

“Mm, mm, mm—ah! Slow down!” You were begging. All Gojo did was grab your hair, roughly yanking it as he pounded your ass while the other two watched. “It hurts, but it feels so good!” You whined, reaching down to rub your swollen clit. Gojo watched in awe as your ass clapped against his pelvis and his dick disappeared inside of you. Though, he stopped, taking his dick out of your ass. “What? No, please put it back in.”

“Stop worrying your pretty little head.” Toji used his sheer strength to lift you, having you mount him. You were confused, feeling him push his cock inside your cunt, but it all made sense when Gojo shoved his dick inside your ass. You gripped onto Toji for dear life, feeling like you were going to break as they both started fucking you.

“Wait! Wait! Oh my god! Shit! Shit!” You cried out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the flash of the camera, Geto taking another picture. You couldn’t explain the amount of pleasure you were feeling, your brain going stupid just from being stuffed with two cocks. Toji laughed in your ear while Gojo landed several harsh smacks on your ass. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Fuck!” Your orgasm came quicker than expected, your entire body shaking as you let out a loud scream.

“Such a good little slut! There you go, feel good for us. Let us see what we do to you.” Gojo held onto you, stabilizing you while you held onto Toji, your nails digging into his skin, tears at the corners of your eyes.

“Thank you, thank you,” you mumbled, panting heavily while they continued to thrust into your holes, thick cocks dragging against your walls. Out of the corner of your eye you could see geto walking up to you. His hand reaches for your face, gently stroking your cheek before wiping your tears.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, princess,” Geto demands in a soft tone. You do as you’re told despite being fucked stupid. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, geto slapping his tip on it before slowly shoving his dick down your throat. He groans when he feels you moaning around him, the vibrations going right to his dick. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he begins fucking your face.

All three men were using you now, using all of your holes. Gojo couldn’t get enough of your tight little ass, toji was obsessed with the way your pussy was squeezing him, and geto was in love with your wet tongue on his cock. All three men were infatuated with you as you were with them.

“Goddamn, I’m gonna cum,” Gojo moaned right before cumming in your ass, filling you up at the same time as Toji did. Geto pulled out of your mouth allowing you to breathe. “I love this ass.” Gojo spanked you for what felt like the one hundredth time. Both of your holes were leaking with cum as you sat limp on top of Toji, struggling to gather your strength to do anything.

“Think you can cum one more time for us, pretty girl?” Geto asked, smirking down at you. “I think you can.”

Toji once again lifted you up, propping you up on the couch with your legs spread. All three of them were staring at you with lustful eyes. You were anticipating what they were going to do to you, but whatever it was had you excited. Geto stood in front of you as Toji and Gojo went on either side you, bending down on the couch to fondle with your tits, pulling at your nipples and tweaking them between their fingers while their free hands held your legs wide open for Geto. He kneeled down, spreading your pussy to get a good view of it. “Looks like she still needs some attention.” He rubbed your clit with his thumb.

You carefully watched as he slid two of his fingers inside of you, your pussy sucking them right in. Gojo and Toji were sucking on your nipples, tongues twirling around them and gently biting at them. You knew you were going to cum fast and hard, there would be no holding back. You tried to squirm from the feeling of Geto’s fingers hitting your g-spot, pushing up on it as he pumped them in and out. “Please, please, please!” You whimpered. You’ve lose count of how many times you’ve came already, but you knew you were greedy and hungry for more, that feeling of pleasure overtaking your entire body felt like heaven.

“You want it? You want to cum all over my fingers?” Geto placed his thumb back on your aching clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. This was all too much, but it was so good. They were so intoxicating. “You can cum, princess, I know you want to.” He placed more pressure on your clit, rubbing slightly faster.

“Ah! Yes!” You gasped, looking Geto in his eyes. Toji and Gojo’s tongues on your nipples and Geto’s hands toying with your pussy would seem like something out of a fantasy. You couldn’t believe it, but it was happening. “I’m close! Oh shit!” You threw your head back as you pussy clenched around his fingers and your body quivered with pleasure again, another orgasm washing over you.

Toji’s hand wrapped around your throat, choking you. “You’re doing such a good job, baby, you deserve this,” he huskily whispered in your ear. Gojo lifted his head to place a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Geto removed his fingers from you, watching with a smirk on his face as you finally came down from your high. All three of them looked at you before Geto grabbed the closest camera he could and pointed it at you.

“You’re our girl.” He reached his hand out to gently stroke your cheek. “You heard me?” You nodded at his question, looking up at him through half lidded eyes.

“No one else’s,” you added.

“She’s a fast learner, good girl,” Gojo chuckled.

“Did such a good job, proud of you.” Toji kissed your lips.

Geto cut all of the camera’s off, letting out a loud sigh. He kneeled down in front of you, massaging your inner thigh. “You understand we’re actually being serious, right? You work for us now and only with us. You’re too precious to be wasted.”

You nodded with a smile. “I understand.”

“Good, that’s all we needed to hear,” Gojo softly spoke.

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But let’s rewind a moment, shall we? 

It starts two hours after midnight – well, it starts long before that, but it’s that moment you finally decide to pull yourself from the sheets and stumble into the bathroom. That moment, the one of shortened breaths and a weak whimper, is the one to incite the inferno that will wake Gojo Satoru in an hour or so. 

You’ve been awake for hours. Sleep was a stubborn thing; an obstinate, pig-headed bastard that wouldn’t allow you the mercy of relief even hours after you’ve been awake clutching your stomach and trying desperately not to cry. 

It’s agony. Beginning in your left side and rippling through the entirety of your stomach and down your legs, the cramping sensation seizes you with another tight fist and squeezes. It’s agony, and it’s been keeping you awake for hours. 

Your period is merciless. 

You’ve always had terrible cramps. That was a notion you had grown used to when you were young. Painkillers could only do so much, and you hated to have to take as many as you did just to function near normally. The first day of shark week was always terrible, but this? This was pure agony, and you were nearing your breaking point. 

It festered for hours in your stomach, sending cramps through your form in catastrophic waves and pushing against your belly until you thought you were truly going to die. The urge to use the restroom is horrible, but each time you drag yourself to the ensuite bathroom, you sit there as another wave of agony nearly pulls you to your knees. You’re sweaty and tired, figure quivering as another rippling cramp seizes your legs, and you’ve never wanted anything more than the sweet relief of slumber. 

Nothing seems to help. 

A hot water bottle is pressed against your stomach, the liquid inside near boiling as you clutch it against your bare skin – a bad idea, you know, but the sensation of the burn is nowhere near as terrible as the cramps. You’ve downed three painkillers a few hours ago, probably another bad idea, but you’re desperate now. 

You don’t want to wake Suguru or Satoru. It’s a Sunday night, and you know they both have work early tomorrow morning. They have to get the kids to school too. The four of your children always pile into one of your husband’s nice cars just a few hours past dawn. The kids get dropped off at primary school on their way to work, since it’s just around the corner from Jujutsu High. 

You can’t tear their few precious hours of sleep away from them. 

Not for this. 

There’s nothing they can do – nothing you can do but sit and try to ride out the waves of crippling agony until they finally stop. 

You’ve done this before. These cramps aren’t new. You can deal with them on your own. 

Can’t you?

But as you repress a broken sob, pulling yourself away from the silk of your sheets and into the bathroom once more, you’re not quite sure. 

When you reach the ensuite bathroom, another cramp surges through you and the tears you’ve been desperately withholding finally burst forth. Pressing your weight into the wall as the door slides shut, you click the lock and finally allow yourself to crumple. Your head pushes into your knees as you sob, trying to keep your cries quiet and muffled against your hand as the other clutches the hot water bottle against the throb of your stomach. 

You’re tired. You’re tired and you’re in so much pain that your fingers tremble and your legs shake. It’s awful, and you just want to sleep. 

But your uterus must hate you, because your stomach lurches and you scramble to lean over the toilet as you dry heave. You’ve never vomited on your period, but it sure does feel like you will. 

Your skin itches. From the sweat or the general grime, you don’t know, but you hate it. Your chest shakes with another sob and your fists squeeze tight as you whine out a horrible sound of agony. It’s too much and you wish it would just stop. Leaning back against the wall, you sigh out a choked sound as you curl into yourself. 

“Stop,” you whine brokenly, too defeated to even understand who you’re pleading to. “Please stop.” 

Geto Suguru wakes up a few moments later. 

He doesn’t know what pulls him from slumber at first. His brow furrows as consciousness returns, a deep breath leaving his nose as he sighs and takes in the feeling of body weight pressed into his chest. It’s a muscular figure, long and tall, so it must be Satoru. He’s pressed into Suguru’s stomach, body curled small in a near comical way as he attempts to tuck himself beneath Suguru’s chin. The long-haired man nearly huffs a chuckle as he pries open his tired eyes to see his partner. 

Suguru runs a loving hand over the mess of pale white strands that fall into Satoru’s eyes, his lips quirking upwards softly as he smiles. Satoru nuzzles closer in his sleep, letting out a happy sigh as Suguru runs his nails through the other’s undercut. Then Suguru shifts, turning over his shoulder slowly to find you as his hand reaches out to pull you closer.

But you’re not there. 

Suguru startles. Jolting silently as his heart skips a frightened beat, the sorcerer’s eyes rip open as they dilate. His hand finds an empty bed, the sheets cold and the imprint of your figure long lost. Suguru carefully untangles himself from his lover’s long limbs, his long, dark hair falling into his eyes as he sits upright. 

“Baby?” his deep, tired voice rumbles in question. Where are you? He nearly asks, heart pounding in his chest. Are the kids okay? 

Suguru knew it was weird you had chosen to sleep on the edge of the bed tonight. You’re usually more than happy to bury yourself in between them, cuddling close and nuzzling into their chests as you try to pull yourself even tighter into their embrace. 

But last night, you gently pushed Suguru into your place, offering him a wave of your hand and a lame excuse as to why you wanted to sleep on the outside. Something about not wanting to sleep yet, he remembers. 

He waits a moment, hoping you’ve just gotten up to use the restroom and you’ll return to them soon. The sound of Satoru’s quiet breaths echo through the space, and has to fill the long seconds by tracing his fingers over his lover’s back. Tracing gentle lines over the defined muscles, Suguru sighs softly and tries to calm his racing pulse. 

A minute passes. Then another. And one more – until Suguru isn’t sure how long he’s been waiting. 

Then Suguru cannot resist the swell of panic that ripples through his stomach. 

His heart lurches in his chest as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, too panicked to offer Satoru more than a hushed sound and a stroke over his back when he tiredly mumbles in protest. 

“‘M just gettin’ up for a sec,’” he mumbles quietly, swallowing back the lump in his throat when he sees the light in the bathroom on. “I’ll be back, love.” 

Satoru grumbles something else, but is soothed when Suguru presses a gentle kiss to his brow. 

“M’kay,” Satoru sighs, easily falling back asleep as he snuggles into the warmth Suguru left behind on the bed. If he wasn’t so worried, Suguru would smile, his heart clenching tight in his chest as he watches Satoru curl into his spot with a soft sound. 

When Suguru stands, adjusting his sweats as he quietly makes his way to the bathroom, he pulls his hair from his eyes. Brushing the strands over his bare shoulder, he sighs as he fiddles for a hair tie in his pocket. He doesn't find one, so he simply pushes the dark strands back from his brow, letting them fall behind him and settle against his bare back. 

You’ve always liked it when his hair is loose anyway. 

Suguru knocks on the bathroom door first. It’s quiet, but you should be able to hear it. When you don’t respond, Suguru frowns and tries again. Knocking gently once more, he swallows as another wave of panic curls in his stomach. 

“Sweetheart?” he tries quietly, voice still rumbling deeply from the slumber he was pulled from. “You’ve been in there a while, honey. Are you alright?” 

Still, you don’t respond. 

You want to. Of course you want to. It’s Suguru, and you don’t want to worry him. 

But the waves of agonizing cramps have stolen your voice. All you can do is sit still and breathe. You feel utterly useless. There’s nothing you can do but control the slow pace of your breaths in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the crippling sensation radiating from your stomach. 

You want to respond – tell him you’re alright, tell him something, but the agony seals your lips shut. It’s horrible and another wave of tears spill from your tired eyes. You hate it. You wish you would stop crying; it’s not helping and it only makes you feel weak. 

“Baby? I’m gettin’ worried.” 

All you can manage is a sad, weak sound in response. It leaves your lips in more a sob than a hum, and you muffle the tears that shiver through you after. 

“Honey!” Suguru murmurs worriedly, trying to twist the handle of the door, only to curse when he discovers it’s locked. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

He shifts on his feet, lifting a hand to pull on the strands on his hair to soothe some of his panic. The sound you manage in response is another broken hum, and it only worsens the thundering pulse of Suguru’s heart. His gut twists as he tries the knob again, as if a few seconds will have changed the status of the lock. 

You whine and Suguru swears his heart cracks. His head presses against the door as his eyes squeeze shut, fist still closed around the handle. 

“Can you open the door f’me, sweetheart?” he murmurs desperately. “‘M really worried about you.” 

Your eyes close, the watery burn rendering them useless as you sniffle. You huff around another breath of pain, pushing your head further into your knees. Trembling softly as your skin flushes, you battle against the waves of agony and the flash of heat that makes you feel sickly. Another wave of nausea ripples in your gut, and you remember how awful you must look. 

Your hair is plastered against your head and your neck and you must look a mess. Wearing a pair of oversized sweats and one of Suguru’s shirts, you feel utterly gross. More than anything you want to open the door and let Suguru take you in his arms. Cuddling into his firm chest and feeling his big arms wrap around you would probably feel nice, but you’re all too aware of how sickly you must look. 

You don’t want him to see you like this: sweaty, messy and sick as you curl in on yourself as you weep through another terrible cramp. You just want to sleep – you want it to stop, everything needs to stop. 

Suguru hums out another question, but you don’t really hear it. It’s not until you hear the lilt of panic in his voice and his voice fiddling with the handle of the door do you manage to find your voice. 

“Sugu…” 

He startles. Head darting up to the door in front of him, Suguru breathes a sigh of relief and chokes out your name. 

“Open the door, darling,” he whispers softly. “Please…” 

You shake your head even though you know he can’t see it. Frowning as you sniffle, you lick your lips to taste salt and the disgusting hint of snot. You’re a mess, and you don’t want him to see you. 

“No, Sugu,” you manage to mutter, head knocking back to rest against the wall as you continue to focus on breathing through your mouth. You visibly shiver through another cramp, this time seizing and whining as it echoes through your legs. 

Suguru bites down on his lip, feeling another sliver of his heart crack at the broken sound of your voice. It pains him, your defeated sigh. He desperately wants to comfort you, to bring you into his chest and kiss your tears away. His hands ache to touch your skin, to feel the warmth he knows by heart. Closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against the wood of the door, Suguru sighs and swallows as he speaks again. 

“Why not?” he murmurs worriedly, voice clipping words from fatigue pulling at his figure. “I need t’know you’re alright, my love.” 

“Don’t wan’ you t’see me.”

Suguru’s head tilts and the lump in his throat swells. Heart clenching sadly, one of his hands lifts to rest on the door, as if he can reach you on the other side if he tries hard enough. He knows he can get through this door if he really wanted. It would be too easy for him to splinter the frame with his strength alone, and he has more than one curse at his disposal that could pick a lock smoothly. 

It’s the sound of your voice that holds him back. 

You’re so… tired. You’re broken whisper echoes through the wooden door with a sad coo, and it makes Suguru’s chest ache. 

“My sweet girl…” Suguru whispers, fingers trailing across the wood like they’re desperate to stroke across your cheek. “Why don’t you want me to see you?” 

You frustratedly sigh, cursing the tears that continue to track down your cheeks. No matter what you do, they keep dripping over your skin in tiny rivulets, staining your face with tracks of dried salt. You wipe them away but they’re quickly replaced by another stream. 

You just want to sleep. 

“I don’t feel good, Sugu,” you sigh tiredly, voice quivering around tears. It’s pathetic – how watery you sound. You wish you were stronger. “I look bad and I don’t want wan’ t’keep you an’ Toru awake.” 

You don’t feel good? He nearly questions. Why didn’t you wake me? 

But all he does is sigh softly, fists clenching against the door. For a moment he contemplates waking Satoru, knowing you probably won’t be able to resist them both. Though, when he turns over his shoulder, Suguru sees the bags beneath his lover’s eyes and the tired slump of his form in their sheets. 

Satoru needs his sleep. It’s difficult enough for him to find slumber when the Six Eyes strains him dry. 

Suguru lets him rest. 

He murmurs your name again, his eyes closing as he continues to rest against the door. 

“I’m in love with you, you know?” Suguru sighs sweetly, his lips lifting slightly to reveal a fond smile. “You could never ‘look bad’ to me, my darling.” 

Shifting on his feet and looking up at the ceiling, his shoulders sag as he worries. What if you don’t open the door? He’s considering settling on the floor with his back against the door when he whispers again. 

“And you don’t need t’worry about keepin’ me awake, alright? I want you t’come to me when you’re not feeling good.” 

He pauses once, dropping his hand from the knob as he breathes. 

“I worry about you, honey,” he finishes. “I just need to know you’re okay.” 

You sniffle, feeling the cramp finally seep away to nothing. They’re not over, you can feel another wave rising from beneath the last, but at least they offer you a single moment to reach up and twist the lock. 

It’s too much for you to handle alone. 

You want to bury yourself in Suguru’s strong arms and weep as the pain shivers through you. If there’s nothing you can do to soothe the agony, then at least you won’t be alone. 

“Okay.”

Suguru hears the lock click. 

Gasping softly, he pulls himself upright and reaches down to grip the handle of the door with a skip of his heart. He was pondering waiting outside the door in the fading light of the moon when you whispered the tired word. His chest aches when he twists the knob, pulling the door open to reveal your figure.

You’re curled on the floor, calves crossed and legs pulled into your chest as you bury your head into your knees. Your arms wrap around yourself, one hand clutching the hot water bottle pressed tightly to your stomach. 

Suguru frowns, his heart thumping sadly as you weep out another broken sound. His entire body aches in a way he cannot describe, physically pained at the choked sounds of agony leaving your lips. He’s already on his knees at your side when you lift your head, looking up at him through your tears and your lip quivering in a way he knows you cannot control. 

He’s never seen you look so hurt. 

“Oh, sweetheart…” he coos quietly, putting the pieces together as you shiver through another wave of crippling cramps, hand squeezing tight around your leg – your period. “You’re not alright.” 

“No,” you weep, shaking your head with watery eyes leaking salty droplets down your cheeks, and you suck in a shaking breath as your fists clench. Your brow furrows as your eyelids squeeze shut, unable to mask the pain as it ripples through you. Suguru’s face softens into an expression of pain, frowning sadly. You have a high pain tolerance for your period cramps – he knows that. You’ve had painful periods your whole life, and he and Satoru have seen you conceal the agony in your features for years. 

This is a knife to his heart. 

You can’t conceal the sweat on your brow, nor the tremble of your fingers and the painful gasp of breath you suck in when the pain returns tenfold. 

“It hurts, Sugu…” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispers sadly, desperately wishing there’s something he can do to stall the agony. “C’mere, honey.”

Suguru’s mouth twists into an expression of pain, and he carefully wraps an arm around your shoulders. Pulling you away from the wall, the dark-haired man maneuvers you into his chest as he sits onto the floor. You twist into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his frame as you weep softly into his bare chest, caring little for the tears that stain his skin. Suguru could care less. He’s far too worried about the expression plastered onto your features and the shiver that trembles through you. 

“How long have you been up?” he whispers as he cradles you in his lap, hand stroking over your hair and strong arm wrapping around you. 

You shake your head and Suguru’s frown deepens – if it’s even possible. 

“Haven’t slept yet.” 

Suguru’s hair falls into his eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss between your brows. He stays there, breathing through his noses as he continues to lay tiny kisses to your forehead. His eyes screw shut, hand stroking over your cheek as you bury yourself deeper into his embrace. 

Your skin is warm, flushed with heat and your hair sticks to your forehead in a way Suguru knows must make you feel sickly. He carefully strokes the strands away and kisses the skin beneath with a soft sigh. 

“Have you been awake all night?” he finally whispers, voice deep and quietly sad. “With cramps like this?”

You nod into his chest, wincing again and closing your eyes as you sob through another agonizing cramp. Your legs shake as you tuck them into yourself together, trying desperately to push the hot water bottle deeper into your skin. 

“Oh, baby…” he sighs, leaning back to rest against the wall and pull you back into him. He strokes another hand across your face, thumbing the space between your brows when he sees the way they’re scrunched. “Why didn’t you wake me?” 

You sigh and breathe a few times to steady yourself, slowly loosening your fists when Suguru pries your fingers open to intertwine his own around yours. He pulls your hands into his chest, tucking them by his heart so you can feel the pulse of his heart. He hopes you don’t notice how quick it’s beating. He’s still worried. Suguru cannot help the way his heart lurches when you wince. As if each throb of agony is his own, Suguru buries his face closer to your own, clutching onto your hand and not faltering when you tighten your grip to counter the waves of pain echoing through you. 

“You’ve got work in the morning,” you pant quietly, voice still watery and weak. “And you an’ Toru gotta’ take the kids.” 

“Honey…” he sighs sweetly. “You’re in pain… I want you t’wake me if you’re in pain, sweetheart. No amount of sleep could soothe me if you’re hurt and alone.” 

You manage a hum in response, face still screwed shut and Suguru frowns when you muffle another sob as a cramp seizes you once more. 

“Okay, baby… Okay,” he whispers, rocking you into him a little in an attempt to distract you. Now is not the time for a lecture, he supposes.“You’re alright, darling. You’re gonna be alright.” 

He hates the sound of your tears. 

When you shudder through another agonizing sound, Suguru’s face crumples. He’s never felt so useless. You’re in agony, and he can do nothing to fix it. 

“You took your painkillers?” 

You nod again, weeping into his chest and squeezing his hand tight. 

“Three,” you mumble tiredly, focusing on the feeling of Suguru’s warm, bare chest pressed against your skin. It’s grounding and you don’t want to move. “They aren’t working.”

“How long ago?” 

He doesn't want to pester you with questions, but he’s desperately pulling at strings, hoping one will grant him the solution to your pain. 

“Midnight,” you manage. You wince again, and Suguru peppers kisses along your hairline, gently hushing you. You curl tighter into yourself, desperately huffing as the pain continues to swell higher. It feels like it will break at any moment, but it just… doesn’t. The agony continues to rise, as if there is no limit to its torment. The cramping sensation just comes back again and again, until you’re sure that there’s something wrong. How can a period be so painful? 

“It hurts so bad, Sugu,” you cry, reaching the end of your tether. You’re desperate for the ache to stop, but it feels like there’s no  point of end in sight. “I just want it to stop…” 

Suguru feels his stomach twist, heart crying out in a pattern of your name. He pulls you tighter, a wave of his own tears swelling behind his eyes. Your cries chip at his heart, pieces of his soul falling apart in your agony. He wishes he could do something – use some kind of technique to null the pain, to soothe you, anything. 

“I know, honey,” he soothes, cradling you closer and rubbing his finger over your cheek as he murmurs into your hairline. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more. I’m sorry I can’t take this from you.” 

You shake your head, clutching him tight as you attempt to focus on your breaths again. Hand wrapped tightly around his own, you try to use his touch as a grounding sensation. Eventually, the lulling motion of his finger over your cheek and his lips at your hairline soothe some of the tension beneath your skin. You relax into his touch despite the continuous waves of cramps still panging through your stomach. 

“Just stay,” you weep, lifting your other hand from your stomach to clutch behind Suguru’s head. You hold onto his neck, burying your fingers in his soft hair and desperately inhale his familiar scent. Suguru is familiar – he’s safe. “Please…”

You don’t have to worry about anything as long as Suguru and Satoru are around. 

“Always, sweetheart,” he whispers against you, dropping the hand at your cheek to press your hot water bottle into your stomach for you. “Always. You don’t have t’ask.” 

 His large hand keeps your bottle in place, spreading across your stomach and rubbing soothing circles into your waist with his thumb. His hand is big enough to settle on your stomach and the fabric of your hot water bottle. 

Suguru hates this. He hates seeing you in pain. He hates that all he can do is sit and press delicate kisses to your hairline as you writhe in agony. It physically pains him to be unable to help – to have to watch as one of the loves of his life suffers. 

Suguru buries his nose into your hair and kisses you once more, whispering sweet words of encouragement and humming in an attempt to distract you. He loves you so much, and he hopes you know that. 

“You’re doing so well, my darling.”  

Eventually, the wave passes, and you limply release your intense grip on his fingers and relax into his hold. It’s a slow process. Finally succumbing to some brief glimpse of exhaustion, you slip loosely into Suguru’s hold and trust him to catch you. There will be another cramp soon, but at least this one is over. You breathe out a sigh and look up at Suguru with tears on your lashes. 

Strands of his dark hair fall into his eyes, and Suguru has never looked more beautiful to you. Sitting on the bathroom floor with you three hours past midnight, no shirt and a loose pair of sweats on his hips (ones he’s not sure are his own), and Suguru has never looked so endearing. The way he looks down at you, bangs dangling in front of his dark eyes and full lips leaning down to kiss your face gently; he’s princely. 

Your heart finally slows to an acceptable pace as Suguru leans down, and you close your eyes as he lays a soft kiss to one of your eyelids. His full lips peck sweetly against one, then he leans away to kiss the other. Your eyes well with tears again, but this time you think they’re for a different reason. 

“Hi,” he whispers sweetly, lips lifting to show you that tiny smile of his that makes your heart do funny things. You’re too tired to offer much more than a sigh and a quirk of your lips, but Suguru is grateful for the expression all the same. 

“Hi, Sugu.” 

“Are you feeling any better?” 

You shake your head, sighing quietly as you shift.

“Not really.”

Suguru frowns again, and you’re tempted to lift your thumbs to pull his lips upwards again. Suguru looks so much prettier when he smiles. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” he whispers. “Do you wanna get off the floor, at least? The bed’s much more comfortable and Toru’s gonna start worrying soon.”

You figure now is the best time to try moving, so you nod. There’s probably only a few minutes between these waves of terrible cramps, so you’ll take the moment you have to get back into bed. 

“M’kay,” you sigh tiredly. Suguru's expression softens for a reason you don’t understand, but the sorcerer fondly smiles as he thinks of the same sound Satoru had made just minutes before. 

“Alright, love. Let’s get you up, alright?”

You nod again, allowing Suguru to unwind his limbs from yours. He softly chuckles when you whine as his fingers unlace from your own, but readjusts his grip to carefully pull you to stand. He holds his other hand out, tenderly helping you stand. 

“Careful…” he whispers. “Go slow, baby.” 

Your head spins as you stand and you lift a hand to press against your temple. The rolling tide of nausea in your stomach had quelled for the time being, but the tremble of your legs is still too apparent. You step forward shakily, reaching out to grasp Suguru’s outstretched hand with a grateful smile. He returns the look with soft eyes and nods sweetly as he allows you to step out of the bathroom first. 

When he’s certain you can stand on your own, Suguru turns over his shoulder to turn off the bathroom light and shut the door. 

But he only gets so far. 

Suddenly, you inhale sharply. Freezing in place, your body curls inwards on itself as a blinding swell of cramps overtakes your form. This one is sharp and crippling, radiating down your legs until even your calves feel weak. Your body is suddenly too hot, and the air is far too cold. Shivers trickle down your spine and you feel that all too familiar bolt of stifling panic strike through your chest. It runs through the entirety of your figure, sizzling beneath your skin and striking each nerve it passes. You feel that terrible curl of your stomach and the waves of oncoming panic filter through you.

You sway on your feet. 

Something’s wrong. And it’s making you panic. 

You open your mouth, lip quivering as you attempt to croak out a plea of Suguru’s name, but nothing comes. Some tired, broken whine leaves your lips instead – a desperate cry for help, for Suguru.

When Suguru turns around, head whipping over his shoulder sharply, he expects to see you headed towards his side of the bed. Instead, he’s met with your body swaying slightly as you pant and shiver. Suguru thinks his heart stops. 

Then your body stills, and you crumple. 

“Baby!” 

Suguru throws himself forward, just managing to grab your figure as it goes limp. He sways, shifting your weight into his arms and panicking as you continue to sink into the floor. Your body is dead weight in his hands, still shivering but cold and unmoving. 

He’s going to be sick. 

His stomach curls as bile spills onto the back of his tongue, and Suguru can hear his heart pound in his ears. The lump is back in his throat, swelling until he can barely suck in a desperate breath to calm his panicked heart. Fuck, he’s never been so scared. 

“Baby, oh fuck!” he cries, voice no longer quiet and delicate. Suguru openly shouts, desperately trying to carefully maneuver you to the floor, but his mind is screaming thousands of things at him at once. All he can hear is the roaring in his eardrums. His eyes scan over your limp figure and Suguru swears his heart cracks. He can feel it; deep within his chest, a splinter finally cleaves open. 

“Oh my god, okay,” Suguru chokes out, carefully cradling you as he sinks to his knees. “You’re alright, okay? I’ve got you, honey.”

He doesn’t know what to do. His heart is pounding and his soul is openly weeping. There are tears welling in his eyes and dragging down the pristine skin of his cheeks. 

Suguru doesn't know what to do. 

“Okay,” he whispers frightfully. “Okay…”

You’re laying on your back, facing the ceiling, and the way your blank expression stares back at him makes him nauseous. 

“Sweetheart?” he calls carefully, brushing a hand over your cheek to push hair away from your face. “Baby, c’mon…” 

You don’t respond. There’s not even a twitch in your brow or a flick of your fingers. You’re unconscious. Suguru’s heart accelerates again, pounding until he thinks it might burst from his bony rib cage. He turns over his shoulder with a broken cry, calling for the one person he so urgently needs. 

“Satoru!” 

His voice is panicked, shouted with a guttural cry and he thinks it might echo through the house, but Suguru vaguely hopes he doesn't wake the kids. 

“Satoru, wake up!”

But Satoru is already awake. 

Lurching forward in the bed, the Six Eyes user is already throwing the sheets away from his legs as he scans the room. His technique is activated, and Suguru can feel the familiar curtain of Infinity wrap around his body. 

“Suguru?” Satoru calls as he stands, his body tense and prepared to fight. “What happened? Are you alright?” 

Suguru doesn’t have the chance to respond, because Satoru steps forward and his crystalline eyes find his lover’s hunched figure crouched in the doorway of the bathroom, bent over the body of their wife. You’re limp on the floor, hair sprawled out beneath you as Suguru cradles your head and glances up at his partner with desperate, fearful eyes. 

Satoru thinks he’s dying. 

It’s the only possible explanation for the lack of oxygen in his lungs and the stuttered pulse of his heart. His legs wane at his knees, nearly propelling him into the floor, but Satoru manages to keep himself upright as he throws his hands forward to brace himself on the bathroom doorway. 

“What…?” Satoru whispers breathily, voice uncharacteristically quiet – uncharacteristically weak. “What happened?” 

His Six Eyes are activated, flickering over every crevice of your form. They’re urgent, desperate to find the source of your pain. When they find nothing, Satoru swallows back a sound of desperation. 

“She passed out,” Suguru whispers plainly, panic evident in the quiver of his voice. “She started her period early, Toru. She’s in so much pain…”

Satoru feels his knees wane again. His heart can’t take much more of this. She’s in pain? His soul cries. 

“She’s been laying on the bathroom floor crying,” his lover mumbles, stroking a hand over your cheekbone as a tear drips into his mouth. “I shouldn’t have asked her t’get up – she was weak and I didn’t think –”

“Suguru.” 

The dark-haired sorcerer stops. Lifting his head to stare up at Satoru, Suguru frowns. 

“This isn’t your fault, Suguru,” Satoru whispers, trying desperately to keep himself calm. His heart is in his throat and his pulse roars, but he cannot allow himself to weaken. Suguru needs him – you need him. 

“She’s not waking up…”

Satoru sucks in a breath, his hands curling into the doorframe and gripping the wood until he thinks it will splinter beneath his grip. And it might. Satoru has to be mindful of the strength he uses. 

‘She’s not waking up.’ The phrase echoes through his head until it’s the only thing he can process. You’re not waking up. His wife isn’t waking up. 

“Is she…” Satoru doesn't even know if he can say what he wants to know – what he needs to know. The words make him ill. “Is she breathing?” 

Suguru chokes out a desperate sound. He hadn’t even considered…

And he doesn't want to. 

His hand seizes one of yours, wrapping tightly around your fingers as he pulls it into his chest as he did before. He pleads for you to wake up and feel his heart pulse against your fingers again, just as you had minutes ago. He delicately thumbs over your pulse point, hand sliding down your neck where he cradles your cheek. 

Suguru openly weeps when the thumping beat of your heart races beneath his fingers in greeting. 

“Yeah…” he sobs out weakly, pushing his forehead into your chest. “Yeah, she’s breathing.” 

Satoru sags in relief.

“Okay,” he covers his mouth with one of his palms, trying to suppress the broken sound that nearly leaves him. “Okay, that’s good.” 

Before either man can ascertain what to do, there's rustling at the doorway. It’s a quiet sound, just a soft coo and the creak of the door as it slides open. Satoru’s head whips around, his fingers twitching to activate his technique when he falters. 

Because seven year old Fushiguro Megumi stands in the doorway: his son. 

Megumi’s clutching a plush dog, one that looks remarkably familiar to his Divine Dogs. The soft, dark fur is cradled in his hands as he hugs the stuffed animal to his chest. The plush nearly conceals him entirely, and his dark, spiky hair pokes out over the red mark on the dog’s forehead. It’s a matching toy – the dark one was a gift from Suguru while the white counterpart came from Satoru. They were presents (custom-made plushies) ordered by his fathers when Megumi successfully summoned his Divine Dogs for the first time. 

Satoru still whines when Megumi prefers the dark stuffed animal to the white one. But Satoru doesn't know that Megumi snuggles the alabaster-coated dog when he’s gone on long missions. The boy barely goes anywhere without it until his father comes home. 

“What’s goin’ on?” Megumi tiredly mumbles, one of his hands lifting to rub at his eyes as he yawns. His too big shirt, one of Satoru’s shirts from their youth, hangs over his frame and covers his knees. You were the one to tuck your son into bed last night, and Satoru doesn’t have the moment to fondly think of his boy asking to wear one of his dad’s shirts to bed. 

Satoru sucks in a quiet breath, quickly glancing over his shoulder at Suguru. His husband is still on the bathroom floor, bent over your unconscious figure, but he looks up at Satoru with a silent nod. He’s alright. You’re alright. 

Satoru sighs and turns back to Megumi, suddenly glad the ensuite bathroom is hidden from the doorway to their bedroom. He doesn't want Megumi to see his mother unconscious, or his fathers’ panic. He doesn’t want Megumi to see him scared. Satoru is his father – he needs to show his son that everything is going to be alright. 

Swallowing down his tempered fear, Satoru tries to conceal the quiver of his voice when he responds to his son. 

“It’s –” Satoru stops. He can’t say ‘it’s nothing.’ Because it’s not nothing; and he won’t lie to his son. “It’s alright, Megumi.”

That’s what he decides to say instead. Satoru breathes through his nose deeply as he tries not to turn back over his shoulder to check on you again. 

“Mama’s just having some cramps, she’ll be okay.” 

Megumi nods. He knows what Satoru means, because Geto Suguru would be damned before he raised a son that thinks menstruation was ‘gross.’ Megumi doesn’t know everything – he’s still a kid, afterall. He does know, however, that his mother is plagued with terrible pain once a month, and that it’s completely natural to talk about it. 

Megumi toddles on his feet, the fatigue of the early morning hour making him uncharacteristically soft. He’s usually quite stoic for a kid, exhibiting the same, blank sort of look impassively. But no matter how quiet, you and the boys are well-adept at deciphering your kid’s feelings by now. 

With sleep tugging at his eyes, Megumi paws at his tired lids and yawns sweetly. Shifting his balance again, the boy looks up at Satoru with a tiny, sweet frown.

“Mama’s hurting?” he pouts, bottom lip sticking out slightly. His fists tighten around his stuffed dog, eyes shifting around Satoru to try to get a glimpse of you. Fortunately, Suguru has already readjusted you in his arms and you’re both hidden in the ensuite bathroom. 

“Yeah…” Satoru coughs to conceal the tremor of his voice. “Yeah, Mama’s hurting a little. But she’s strong, remember? She’ll be alright, her cramps will go away soon.” 

He doesn’t know if his words are an attempt to convince Megumi or himself. 

 From behind Satoru, Suguru strokes another thumb over your cheekbone. He inhales a shaking breath as he feels the frightful warmth of your skin. 

“C’mon…” he whispers in the tiny space that separates you. “Wake up, sweetheart. Let me see those pretty eyes again.” 

Swallowing thickly, Suguru’s throat bobs as a tear begins to leak down his cheek. 

“Please.” 

He’s lost. Suguru doesn’t know what to do other than count the seconds since you’ve gone still in his arms. Each one feels longer than the last, but Suguru continues to count them. He doesn’t know why he does it. Perhaps some part of him thinks there is a certain point at which he’ll need to call for help. Is there a distinct period of time that has to pass before you need medical attention? 

Suguru curses himself for not paying enough attention to Shoko’s basic first-aid lessons. 

Satoru’s head flicks over his shoulder, crystalline-blue eyes finding your face as his heart clenches again. He’s conflicted. More than anything, he wants to drop to his knees at your side, just as Suguru has. He wants to clutch your remaining hand and feel the pulse of your heart as a reminder that you’re still there – still breathing. His heart hurts; torn between lingering at your side and comforting his son.

But then Satoru remembers the way you look at your kids. He recalls the fond crease of your eyes when you beam down at them, smiles shining and hands drawing them into you for an embrace. You love your kids more than anything, even though you’ve only had them for a few years now. Even though they’re not your biological kids, even though they’re not babies, and despite not even wanting children before them; they’re your pride and joy. 

Satoru finds the strength within him to smile fondly. He knows you would be pushing him in Megumi’s direction if you had any semblance of consciousness right now. 

Satoru tries not to frown at the reminder of your state. 

Turning on his feet, Satoru steps away from the door, even as his heart cries out for him to return to your side. The remainder of his heart calls for his son – his boy, who is beginning to worry about his mother. It’s evident in the way Megumi shifts on his feet, fiddling with the soft fur of his stuffed pup. 

When Satoru drops to his knees in front of Megumi, he spreads his arms wide in an invitation. He doesn’t expect Megumi to accept; he rarely does. Satoru is affectionate, it’s a sentiment clear as day, and Megumi usually prefers to avoid physical touch. He’s shy that way. 

So Satoru is fondly surprised when Megumi toddles tiredly on his feet as he leans into his father’s embrace. Wrapping his arms tight around his son, Satoru stands from the floor with his heart beginning to return to a normal pace. Having Megumi in his arms is a comfort that soothes some of his rampaging nerves. The knowledge that the rest of his family is safe is a notion that eases some of the tension in his shoulders. Satoru knows he won’t find sleep for the rest of the night if he doesn’t peek into the girl’s room later to ensure they’re sleeping peacefully. 

“It’s alright, Gumi,” Satoru whispers softly, stroking a hand through the spiky strands of the boy’s hair. Megumi rests his head on Satoru’s shoulder with a sigh. “Why did you wake up so early, bud?” 

Megumi wraps an arm around Satoru’s neck, the other still cradling his pup between them. He closes his eyes and sighs sleepily once more as he mumbles in response. 

“Heard Dad yell,” he tiredly whispers. He fiddles with a strand of Satoru’s white hair before he sheepishly continues. “I was scared…”

Satoru tries his hardest not to tease the boy. He knows it’s in his nature to make light of situations with humor, but Satoru also understands that this, perhaps, is not the time. Despite wanting to make Megumi feel better by laughing off the problem, Satoru also remembers the horrible strike of panic that had bolted through him when he heard Suguru yell. 

Waking up to Suguru crying out for you as you collapsed was horrifying, and Satoru can only imagine how frightening it was for Megumi. 

“Oh Gumi, I’m sorry,” Satoru whispers, rocking on his feet in an attempt to comfort the boy. Even though Megumi isn’t a baby, Satoru cannot help the instinctive sway of his feet as he runs a hand through his hair. “Dad didn’t mean to shout, pup. He was just worried about Mom.” 

Megumi nods softly, snuggling closer to Satoru’s chest in a way that makes the father’s heart ache. 

“Can I… Can I help?” Megumi quietly questions, words spoken only for his father to hear. “Mom always makes me feel better when I’m sick.” 

Megumi mumbles something else; something that sounds like ‘don’t wan’ mom t’feel bad,’ but it’s muffled into Satoru’s neck and he barely catches it. 

Satoru smiles despite the panic still roaring in his chest. The way Megumi calls you ‘mom’ and Suguru ‘dad’ has always made him a little emotional. It took more than a year for Megumi to truly grow comfortable in your makeshift family, but eventually the boy’s cautious exterior melted away into what he really was: a kid looking for a home – a family. He was abandoned for God’s sake, Satoru knows the kid was guarded when he found him. And he had every right to be. 

But in just a few short years, Megumi has begun to call Tsumiki and the twins his sisters and on rare occasions, he’ll call Satoru his father. However, he knows those nights will always end in Satoru smothering him with affections and playful teases so he refrains from doing it often. Satoru does not take offense; he knows Megumi is shy. 

“Yeah, she takes good care of us, huh?” Satoru murmurs fondly as he rubs a hand over his son’s back. 

Before Satoru can reassure Megumi further, he’s interrupted when Suguru lets out a relieved sound over his shoulder. It’s a strange sort of combination of a sob and a gasp, but Satoru hears it all the same. 

“Sweetheart…?” Satoru hears Suguru call, voice brighter but still wavering through the short syllables. 

There’s a muffled sound of shuffling, then a groan and a cough before Suguru is concealing his tears in your neck. 

Satoru exhales with relief, shoulders sagging as his eyes slide shut. He rubs a hand over Megumi’s back in the hopes the boy doesn’t see the fear slowly seeping from his father. 

Inside the bathroom, Suguru clutches your hand tight to his chest, squeezing it thankfully and burying his face in your neck as he bends over you. Blinking slowly, you huff a choked breath and shakily reach upwards to lay your palm over Suguru’s head. Tangling your fingers in the mess of loose, dark hair you sigh deeply through your mouth. It’s a relief to feel Suguru bent over you; his weight presses into your chest and grounds you as you come back to consciousness. Though you’re still dizzy and a bit panicked, the feeling is beginning to leech from your limbs like poison from a wound. 

Waking up was startling, and there’s a lingering sense of fear buzzing beneath your skin. It frightens you, and you clutch tightly onto Suguru with a tremble. The pain still twists in your stomach, but it’s nothing compared to how you felt before you passed out. 

“Suguru…” 

His name comes out in a sort of pleading cry, not unlike a frightened child, but you cannot help the way you long for his comfort. Tears leak from your eyes, another wave of salt that you find you cannot control. 

Suguru responds to your call with a sweet coo, pressing a wet kiss to the skin of your throat and rumbling deep within his chest to reassure you that he’s still there. Brushing your hair from your eyes, Suguru leans away to peck your temple and stare down at you with relief painted across his features. 

“You’re alright, honey. ‘S okay,” he whispers warmly, soothing the tension in your brow and brushing your tears away. When your eyes crack open, staring up at him with waning fear and confusion, Suguru huffs a laugh and smiles widely. “Hey, pretty girl.” 

 Your lips quiver upwards into a sort of sad smile, but Suguru is happy to see it despite the exhaustion in your features. Squeezing his hand, you look up at the dark-haired sorcerer as his hair falls into his eyes. 

“Wha’ happened?” 

Suguru looks over his shoulder, mouthing something you can’t hear, but you know he must be talking to Satoru. The muffled sound of his voice barely reaches your ears as you wade through the stream of your consciousness. You fight to keep Suguru in focus, and fortunately manage to cling to the waking world as sounds finally return to your senses. Something that sounds like “she’s alright, Toru,” rings through the bathroom, and then there’s the sound of Satoru replying but you can’t hear it. Your heart calls out for your other husband, and you squeeze Suguru’s hand in question. 

“You passed out, darling,” Suguru looks back down at you with a sad smile. He hushes you when you wiggle, trying to sit upright. “Careful, love, careful. You scared the shit out of me, you know?” 

Shooting him a sorry glance, you allow Suguru to gently lift you to a seated position every so slowly. He leans you against him, his thick thighs on either side of your hips as he lets you rest against his chest. You nod slowly as he delicately pulls your hair from your face and wraps his arms around you. 

“Sorry.”

Suguru shakes his head with a hum. 

“Don’t apologize, baby,” he whispers. “I’m just glad you’re awake. Are you feeling alright? How’s the pain?”

You slouch into his chest, wrapping your arms around your waist and nodding as your eyes slide shut. 

“‘S not so bad. Where’s Toru?”

Suguru’s heart clenches sweetly, feeling warmed by your desire for Satoru. He adores the two of you with his entire being, and watching both of you always strikes a fond chord within his chest.

“He’s taking care of Gumi,” Suguru murmurs, looking down at you with a lovesick expression you cannot see. When you sit up straighter, Suguru accommodates your position with a scooch of his hips and his arm falling into your lap. 

“Gumi’s awake?”

“Yeah,” your husband responds quietly. “I think he heard me shout when you fell. He came in a few minutes ago, and Satoru’s comforting him.”

Suguru sounds a little guilty when he mentions his outburst. He’s not embarrassed by any means; it was a cry shouted in overwhelming fear, so he feels no bashfulness for the tone of his voice. He does, however, feel guilty that he managed to wake his son in the process. 

“He’s worried about you, I think.”

We all are, he almost finishes. 

You sag into Suguru’s chest, weight sinking into the warmth of his bare skin as you slide your hand over the arm that is wrapped around you. Just as you begin to speak, Satoru peeks his head through the doorway. His body is twisted, obscuring Megumi’s view inside the bathroom. When he finds your gaze, Satoru visibly softens. 

“Hey, sweet girl,” Satoru rumbles, a fond smile spreading across his features. “You feeling alright?”

You nod tiredly, resting your head against Suguru’s clavicle.

“That’s good. We were really worried, honey.” 

Your sigh through your nose, trying to give him an apologetic look, but the fatigue is beginning to pull your eyelids downwards. Satoru’s gaze softens even further, if at all possible, and he continues. 

“Can Megumi come in? He’s worried about you,” Satoru reiterates his partner’s words, clearly holding the boy against his chest as he speaks. 

You’re about to nod, more than happy to cuddle with your son, when Suguru interrupts. Stroking a hand over your hip, the long-haired sorcerer hums. 

“Let us come out, love,” he responds, already beginning to shift you in his lap. “We can talk about this in bed. I think everyone’s a little tired right now.” 

You nod in agreement, feeling the ache of your muscles cry out for rest. Your arm trembles weakly when you lift your hand, and you frown at the lack of strength in your limbs. Suguru hushes you sweetly as he shifts you to sit upright as he stands. 

“You’re exhausted, baby. It’s normal.” 

Satoru murmurs his agreement on the other side of the doorway, already beginning to step away to set Megumi in the middle of your massive bed. He ensures the boy is comfortable as he stands upright, stretching his shoulders and turning to watch as Suguru hoists you up onto his hips slowly. Satoru figured he wasn’t going to let you walk after what happened the first time you tried. 

Suguru’s hand is carefully cradling your head and the other wraps beneath your hips, keeping you stable and pressed against his big frame. The sorcerer is incredibly strong from the years of exorcizing curses and teaching students, so carrying you to the bed, despite your muffled protests, is an easy venture. 

Setting you on the bed gently, you shift quickly to face Megumi as you lay back against the sheets. You nestle quickly into Suguru’s previous place in bed, already reaching out for your son as he nuzzles forward to latch onto your front. 

“Hey, hun,” you whisper kindly, brushing dark strands from Megumi’s eyes. “What’s going on, Gumi?”

The boy looks up at you, still clutching his Divine Dog plush, and frowns. Your head tilts in confusion, and you watch as Megumi makes himself comfortable in your arms, cuddling close to your stomach and closing his eyes. You don’t protest, heart warming sweetly as the boy snuggles close. He doesn’t usually cuddle like this, so you’ll take every opportunity to hug him as you can. 

“Dad said you’re feeling bad,” he mumbles into the stuffed dog now pressed between you. “‘M gonna make you feel better. Like you do when I’m sick.” 

You smile. Heart full, your eyes slide shut as you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the tired boy’s forehead. He mumbles something else, but he’s fading fast. Soon he’s lost to slumber, and he snoozes peacefully in your embrace. 

“Thank you, Megumi,” you whisper as you press another soft kiss to your son’s forehead. Looking up at Satoru with tears brimming in your eyes, you find the white-haired sorcerer is already looking at you. There’s fondness spilling from his smile and a sweet gentleness in his expression, and he looks utterly lovesick. 

“Hey,” Satoru murmurs. 

“Hi.” 

The Six Eyes user steps away for a moment, nodding at Suguru who whispers that he’s going to step out to get you water and your medicine. Satoru knows he’s also going to check in on the girls, so he gives Suguru a smile and a peck on the cheek as he slides around the bed to your back. 

When Satoru climbs into the silken sheets, he immediately presses his bare chest into your back and wraps his strong arms around you and his son. Pressing his soft lips to the nape of your neck, he pulls you and Megumi into his chest as he relaxes. You feel the familiar tingle of Infinity wrap around you and smile tiredly. Satoru is always protecting you and your family. The technique easily wraps around you and Megumi in addition to Satoru, and you know the sorcerer will easily adapt it to cover Suguru soon too. 

That’s just Satoru; he’s always looking out for his family. 

When you sigh deeply and snuggle back into your husband, Satoru presses another gentle kiss to your neck and you feel him shake. 

“Toru?”

The man shivers again, and when you shift, turning slightly to see his face, your face crumples as you find tears leaking from Satoru’s eyes. He looks utterly relieved, but his mouth still twitches in a sad sort of way and his sky-blue eyes shimmer with salty tears. For all his silly teasing and childlike humor, Satoru rarely looks so… scared. He’s always so strong – the strongest. But there are truly rare circumstances in which Gojo Satoru is confronted with true fear. 

Circumstances in which he remembers how vulnerable his family can be. 

“Oh, Satoru…”

Satoru buries his face in your neck again, concealing his tears as he calms down. 

“I was so worried, baby. Oh my God,” he mutters into your skin. “I woke up and you were on the floor and Sugu was crying…” 

You pull his hands tighter around you, careful not to wake Megumi. Stroking gentle circles into the muscle of his forearms, you coo a soft sound to soothe him. 

“‘M alright now. Just a little bit of pain, it’s mostly gone.”

Satoru nods, clinging to your back as he finally grounds himself through the gentle touch of your fingers on his skin. He pulls you closer, seeming as though he’s trying to fuse his body to yours with how tight he binds himself to you. It’s the soft contact of your skin against his that soothes the beat of his heart and loosens the tension of his muscles. The tingly feeling that lingers on his skin where you press into him leaves trails of prickled nerves in their wake, as if physical contact between your bare skin incites a biological reaction beneath his flesh. 

With you in his arms, tightly wrapped in his embrace where he can feel the pulse of your heart against his chest, Satoru finds serenity. 

You’re here. And you’re safe. 

Satoru chews on his lip as he sighs. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, tucking his chin into your neck and dropping a hand to rub his palm over the side of your stomach. It’s uncanny, you think, that he already knows exactly where it hurts without you mentioning it. Satoru pays far more attention than people give him credit for. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more to take it away.” 

You shake your head, fatigued eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of Satoru’s big hands and the gentle circles he massages into you. 

Satoru continues in a voice uncharacteristically weak for the Strongest. 

“You were… alone and in pain,” he mumbles, guilt seeping into his tone as he frowns. “And I didn’t even know – we didn’t.” 

Satoru carefully pulls your hair away from your neck to press a kiss to your bare shoulder and then one more against the skin of your throat. He inhales a wave of your familiar scent and flutters his eyes closed as he sinks into your back. 

“I don’t want you to suffer alone, my love.” 

You stroke a contemplative finger over his arm, humming quietly as you shift Megumi in your arms. 

“Okay, Toru,” you whisper as you find the mirth in your exhausted figure to tease him. “You want me to wake you up at the ass crack of dawn when I’ve got cramps?” 

Satoru muffles a small chuckle into your neck and you enjoy the feeling of his chest shaking with the feeling. 

“Yeah, baby. Even then. Especially then.” 

You huff a breath of laughter through your nose, only stopping when you swiftly inhale as another cramp seizes your abdomen. It’s strong, but nothing like the ones you were having earlier. You can manage these. Satoru leans up on his elbow when you stiffen, lifting his other hand to check the hot water bottle Suguru had returned to your stomach. 

When Satoru pulls the bottle away, his brow furrows and he hisses when he finds faint hints of inflamed skin where you’ve pressed it too tight to your belly. It’s too hot and too close, he realizes. It’s burning you. 

Satoru nearly sits upright quickly, his frame leaning over yours as he gasps faintly. 

“Honey…” He’s on the verge of scolding you, but he sees the way you wince through another cramp and decides against it. Satoru looks back down at the hot water bottle and the way you clutch it tightly to combat the waves of throbbing in your belly. 

“This is burning you,” he states it obviously. 

“Hmm,” you respond in agreement. “Feels nice.” 

Satory looks down at you with pain in his features, face twisted into a frown and his crystalline eyes a shade duller. 

“Baby, it’s hurting you – How can…?” 

Satoru trails off. He thinks about how terribly you must have been aching to continue pressing something that was burning you into your skin. How agonizing were your cramps that the pain of the burn was comforting? 

Satoru lays back down, a frown on his lips as he wraps his arm back around you and lays his palm over the hot water bottle. If you’re going to keep it pressed into your skin, then he can make sure it doesn’t get too warm by leaving his hand against it.

“My god, baby… I’m so sorry,” he whispers. He can’t even comprehend how agonizing this must be for you. Satoru kisses your nape again. He apologizes again, and you almost miss the silly Satoru who would typically be teasing you right now. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything.” 

You yawn, finally feeling exhaustion begin to drag you beneath the slow, rocking waves of slumber. Pushing yourself deeper into your husband’s embrace and squeezing your son tight once more, you sigh out a few more words before you finally sink into sleep’s warm hands. 

“You are doing something,” you murmur, pulling his hand up to your mouth to kiss it tiredly. “You’re here, Satoru. I don’t think I can do this alone anymore.” 

When Suguru climbs back into bed on Megumi’s other side, he kisses the fond smile on Satoru’s lips and teases his partner about the stars in his eyes. The crystalline-eyed sorcerer refutes Suguru’s quip by reaching out to gently slap his bicep, but it’s all in mirthful adoration. Suguru leans over to press a tender kiss to your sleeping brow and then one to his son’s, before he settles behind Megumi and sighs contentedly. 

“She’s sleeping?” Suguru whispers, voice barely carried through the quiet night. He stares down at your face, the peaceful expression on your lips far more comforting than the limp, placid look of unconsciousness he remembers. Satoru watches his husband watch you, adoration swelling in his heart like an ebbing tide. Unbound by all but the moon, Satoru swears his heart only grows fonder each time he truly takes in his partners. 

“She’s sleeping,” he confirms sleepily, still staring up at Suguru with warmth in his chest. 

“Good.” 

Suguru’s response is sighed out thankfully, his shoulders deflating with the tension easing away from his muscle. He wraps his arms around Megumi and pulls himself closer to the boy, smiling when he easily cuddles into his father. Not often does Suguru have the opportunity to snuggle his son, so he eagerly grins as Megumi’s sleeping form curls near. 

“She’s early,” Satoru mentions plainly from across Suguru. “She wasn’t supposed to start until next week.”

The dark-haired sorcerer nods, recalling the date he marked in his phone. He and Satoru both kept track; it was easier that way. At this point, though, Suguru is certain he doesn't need his calendar to know these things. Your anniversary is ingrained in his memory, as is every one of your important dates. The three of you have spent more than a decade together, this kind of instinct was certain to develop at some point or another. 

“Yeah,” Suguru sighs. He twists slowly to glance tiredly at the clock on his bedside. “She took some painkillers at midnight, can you write that down? If she wakes again she can take some more.” 

Satoru nods, a hand already reaching for his phone on the nightstand behind him. It was second-nature to jot down the time you took medication. You always tried to keep track yourself, but sometimes noting the time slipped your mind, and you were left trying to recall the last time you took them. Satoru easily adds the time to his notes, and marks the date in his calendar to adjust your future schedule later. He checks that there’s still a bottle of your preferred painkiller in his nightstand drawer and a granola bar to eat when you take them. 

When he sets the phone down, he looks back over at Suguru, who sleepily stares down at your sleeping face. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but Satoru can see where Suguru has slid his around yours, pressing two of his fingers into the pulse point of your wrist. 

He’s counting your heartbeats – making sure you’re still breathing. Because Suguru remembers the way you crumpled all too clearly. 

Sighing a shaking breath as he familiarizes himself with the gentle thump of your lifeline, Satoru slides a hand around you and his son, and he lays it across his lover with a sad smile. Suguru looks up with tired eyes, the dark bags beneath his lashes barely visible in the night hour. They match the ones beneath your eyes and probably Satoru’s too. 

“Hey,” Satoru mumbles. “She’s alright, Sugu.” 

Suguru nods, finally sinking into the mattress and pressing a final kiss to Megumi’s hair as he makes himself comfortable. Satoru does the same, delicately squeezing the hand still wrapped around yours and cradled sweetly at your chest. 

“We’re alright,” Suguru confirms, eyes finally sinking closed as he falls back asleep with part of his family in his embrace. “We’re alright.” 

In the morning, you awake to two Divine Dogs guarding the foot of your bed. The white one sits with its side pressed against the dark one, and both face the bedroom door. You awake alone in bed, but you can hear distant voices quietly chatting in the hall. The little pups’ ears are perked upwards, diligently listening to the conversation outside. 

When you sit up, the white one flips his head over his shoulder, happily sticking his tongue out in a joyful expression. He pants and his tail thumps against the floor as you beckon him closer. 

“Good morning, pup,” you laugh as it wiggles excitedly when you scratch behind his ears. The dark-coated one quickly follows soon after, eagerly joining his brother for scratches. “What are you two doin’ here?” 

The pups tilt their heads with that silly, tongue-out expression, as if communicating their eagerness. You stifle your laughter and carefully stand from the sheets, making your way into the kitchen with the dogs on your heels. 

When you enter the living space, you find Suguru on the couch with the twins on either side of his lap. They’re eagerly leaning over one of Suguru’s books, excitedly murmuring amongst themselves as their father reads aloud. It’s one of his novels, and you chuckle knowing that the girls were probably the ones to pick it out for him to read. 

Tsumiki is at the table, leaning over some kind of puzzle, and her brother is at her side. She looks up as you come in, offering you a gentle smile and a nod before she goes back to her puzzle. Megumi sits on his knees in the chair, spiky hair unkempt as always and a look of concentration on his face. 

Before you can speak, Satoru is pressed against your back, greeting you with a gentle hum.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” he coos, pecking your cheek and sliding a croissant into your hands and holding a glass of water in his other. “Eat up. You can take some medicine when you’re done.” 

He always makes sure you eat before you take your medicine. Your heart thumps happily beneath your ribs, and you smile in return, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and thanking him. 

“Thanks, love.” 

Satoru hums and slides his free hand over your waist to squeeze your hip. He opens his mouth to say something, but the twins interrupt him. They gasp, standing from Suguru’s lap and eagerly racing over to greet you. 

Suguru chuckles, but still gently chides them as they race into the kitchen. 

“Careful!” 

Nanako and Mimiko crash into your hips with eager sounds, each grabbing you around the waist and crying out.

“Mama!” They cry worriedly, scrambling to hug you as they bury their faces in your legs. They start pushing you towards the couch with little hands, earnestly murmuring things you cannot make out. You look up at Satoru with a confused furrow of your brow, and your husband only chuckles and holds his hands up in a gesture of ‘i’ve got nothing to do with this.’ 

When you reach the couch, the girls scramble to make you sit beside Suguru, who is all too eager to wrap an arm around your shoulders to accommodate your arrival. 

“Good morning,” he hums as he pecks your temple. 

Nanako is already sliding a blanket into your lap as Mimiko climbs onto the couch, depositing herself at your side and snuggling into you. 

“Good morning,” you respond, watching with a fond smile as the girls make themselves comfortable in your lap. “What’s all this?” 

Suguru chuckles, reaching out to gently ruffle Nanako’s hair as she smiles. The girl looks up at her father with a beaming grin and snuggles closer to you when you wrap an arm around her to keep her stable. Your husband leans closer with a smile, murmuring quietly for only you to hear. 

“Megumi told them you were sick last night,” he fondly whispers. “I think it worried them.” 

Your head tilts in an expression of tenderness, and you give Suguru a knowing look before you lean down to kiss both your girls on the forehead. 

“Good morning, girls,” you rumble happily. “I’m alright, sweethearts. Megumi and your dads took very good care of me.”

Mimiko wiggles closer, snuggling into you and her sister with big, worried eyes. 

“Really?” her tiny voice murmurs. “Megumi-nii said you were hurting.” 

You can almost hear the pout in her voice without looking down at her. Giggling happily, you stroke a hand over her head and squeeze her close. 

“He even brought out his puppies!” Nanako quickly adds, squirming as he attempts to find the two Divine Dogs. “He said we couldn’t come in to see you because you needed to rest.” 

The two Shikigami have already returned to their owner, sitting on either side of Megumi’s chair with wagging tails and their tongues still sticking out. The boy is absentmindedly petting one while he focuses on the puzzle, shyly avoiding your gaze as if embarrassed. 

Your heart clenches sweetly again, and you turn to look at Satoru with a knowing smile. The sorcerer returns the look as he steps into the kitchen for your painkillers, ruffling Megumi’s hair as he goes. The boy lets out a muffled sound of discontent, but he doesn’t fix his messy strands. 

“Did he? That’s very sweet of him.” 

You and Suguru do not mention the faint pinkness of Megumi’s round cheeks. 

When you lean into Suguru’s side, the croissant in your hand warm like your lover’s body heat, you sigh happily. The cramps are a faint memory now, even though you know they’ll return soon. For now, you can savor the warmth of your family. 

“You’re taking the day off then, I suppose,” you look up at Suguru with an arched brow. Suguru smiles, leaning his head into yours to rest there. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, cuddling close to you and the twins. “We all are.” 

You suppose you can deal with the consequences of their unscheduled departure from work and school later… You’re far too warm and content now. When Satoru returns, sliding a glass of water into your empty hand and two painkillers into your other, he patiently waits as you take the pills. Then he sets the glass on the side table beside the mug of raspberry leaf tea he brewed for your cramps,  and then he eagerly dives into the limited space left on the couch. 

Scrambling into the twins’ space, Nanako and Mimiko giggle happily as Satoru presses kisses over their faces and squirms onto the couch. He plops Mimiko into his lap so he can sit at your side, laughing when the girls squeal happily. As you settle, you see Megumi look up from the table, shyly glancing away from his sister. Tsumiki gives him a knowing look as she climbs from her chair and eagerly walks over to Suguru. 

Suguru is too happy to allow her the tiny portion of space on his other side, and Tsumiki slides onto the couch, her side pressed tight to Suguru’s. She offers you a good morning and laughs when the twins attempt to squirm away from Satoru’s tickling fingers. 

Eventually Megumi stands from his place at the table, looking over at the couch as he debates something internally. A moment later, he stands in front of Suguru, shyly shifting on his feet as he looks at the only empty space on the couch. 

Megumi doesn’t need to say anything, because Suguru is already lifting the boy into his lap with a smile. Saving his son the embarrassment of shyly asking for the affection he usually avoids, Suguru chuckles as he deposits the last member of his family into his lap. 

“We could all use a day off,” he murmurs into your temple as he kisses you sweetly. 

You sigh happily, soaking in the warmth of the morning sun and the laughter of your family. 

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” 

The moment is only interrupted when Megumi’s Divine Dogs, only pups at this age, launch themselves onto the couch, eager to join the snuggles. The seven of you dissolve into laughter as you try to maneuver the excited puppies, and you can’t ask for anything else. 

“Megumi!” You laugh, trying to brush white dog hair from your face. “Control your summons!” 

The boy only laughs happily as the dark-coated puppy wiggles into his lap. 

No, he doesn’t think he will. 

bonus:

gojo, looking down at reader and geto: you're so cute and pretty

reader, sleepily: I could beat the shit out of you

geto, nodding along: she could

gojo, lovingly: I know

a/n: no I am not back to writing just yet :')) I wrote this in a pain induced haze while having some terrible cramps so if you have terrible periods like me, this one is for you! this is purely based on my experience with cramps, and everyone is different, but I just wanted to write something for me :") I've never passed out but I've felt like it and I know it's super scary so I hope this can provide some comfort for you if you need it <3

ALSO this was written as comfort for jjk 236 :'))) bc everyone in this fic deserved better and I refuse to acknowledge canon

Evidently, you desperately wanted to go, and your parents knew that very well—it’s all you’ve been talking about since starting your current grade, after all, and it would be foolish of them to not save up money just so you’d get the best experience possible.

Considering this, it was only natural that you’d ignore Ayaka’s pleas of asking you to change into comfier clothes —and get something to eat first while at it— as soon as you got home. 

You’d barely leave your shoes and backpack by the entrance —only doing so by habit— as well as the siblings who actually did what she requested, before you dashed towards the location you presumed your mother to be: either somewhere in the gardens, or alongside your father, stuck in one of the many boring meetings there always forced to attend.

You just couldn’t wait. It was impossible—more so when the paper slip in your hold, the permit for said school trip, weighed heavy against your hand. Even if your school already knew you were to attend, procedures still needed to be followed, thus you obliged.

Now at the main hall, excitement decorated your face as your big, shiny eyes scanned everywhere for your mother.

It wouldn’t take long before she’d come into view, a sight that made your heart soar as you scurried to her side. Minako was pacing from one side to the other just outside one of the meeting rooms, seemingly deep in thought, before she’d stop by the edge of the engawa, lifting her gaze from the floor and towards the garden.

You guessed she was waiting for your father, presumably stuck in a meeting, or perhaps waiting to get an audience with the elders for herself judging by her stern face. Your mother, even when relented to a secondary role inside the household, still remained very involved when it came to matters she considered truly mattered, such as her family.

Because she was willing to accept the harsh requirements that came with marrying Eiichi, she became very demanding with everything else. Starting by enrolling her children into a “civilian” school so they could have a “normal” childhood—a controversial decision, but the elders complied nonetheless.

Or encouraging her children to take hobbies that extended beyond training and sorcery, in other words, teaching them that they are more than just tools for the community to exploit, and seek to live their life to the fullest.

Your mother was never very popular amongst your relatives, and these decisions certainly didn’t improve her reputation, but that didn’t matter to her. As long as her children were happy —earning her the sweet, bright smiles on their cute little chubby faces, which she’d love so much to the point of pinching their cheeks—she’d roll with the punches.

Tomoko never hid the fact that she was highly affectionate, always seeking any available moment to spend with you and your siblings, but that day…something felt different, if not wrong .

Even when in her presence, she appeared to be… distant, aloof.  Not portraying the eager personality she’d always have when she knew her children were to arrive soon, as if she were completely focused on something else—if not perturbed .

Any other moment this would’ve been enough warning for you to realize something was up, but you didn’t, and shouldn’t be blamed—you were nothing but a child with overprotective parents that always did their best to avoid appearing tired, annoyed, or angry, arguably for your detriment in the long run, but with your well-being in mind nonetheless.

They just wanted to keep their children as far away as possible from any sense of stress they knew they’d be getting in abundance when older, so they shouldn’t be judged either, but perhaps that would’ve come handy in this moment.

Minako was too deep into her own thoughts to acknowledge your approaching figure, as well as the cheery greeting that had announced your return a while ago, virtually heard from the other side of the estate, or the fact that you were now beside her, wrapping your short arms around her.

“I’m home mama!” you’d cheer, hugging her tightly and pressing your face against her side before looking up to her with a toothy grin and unparalleled excitement —there was nothing but love overflowing in your gaze, prepared to share all the details of your day.

But she… she was distant, silent, vastly different from the attention she’d unconditionally give you… a warning that would pass undetected at that moment, only recognized much, much later. “I’m back from school!”

Your mother doesn’t respond outside of prolonged silence and eventually a hum that seemed to be of acknowledgment. Still no suspicions on your side, so you continue.

“We did so many things today, well, lots of boring reading and work, but I also got to play a lot with my friends! Sensei said I shouldn’t be too rough because my clothes can get dirty, but they didn’t so… not like Hina-nee anyways!!” you chuckled “—Oh! And I also did a drawing for you, but I have it in my backpack, I can show it to you later if you want… Ah!! But that’s not what I want to tell you!! Look, look!” You thrilled, lifting your arm to the air and waving the paper slip before her, the long-awaited moment of your dreams coming true. “It’s finally here, I’m finally going to the zoo!! Now Hina-nee and Ren-nii won't make fun of me anymore!”

No one made fun of you, of course, they only occasionally teased you. And that’s something Minako would’ve reassured you of, had she not remained eerily focused on something else…

“I just need you to sign it.” you explain, taking out a pen from your skirt’s pocket—you might’ve left your things behind, but that doesn't mean you weren’t prepared—and handing it over to her. Minako didn’t take it. “Sensei said she already knew I was going because papa was being very annoying about it. Saying something like ensuring my safety and how do I know she’s not going to get hurt? Who are going to be the cha—charepon—chaperons?! ” You mimicked, twisting your tongue a bit at the last word, but still managing to accurately portray the seriousness you overheard from your father last time he attended a PTA meeting.

Once again, something your mother would’ve commented on, probably to sway you away from doing it again because Eiichi never liked how his children would make fun of him, but nonetheless secretly loving your interpretation, had she not— “But she still needs your written permission!”

You’d wave the paper again, and it's here that her prolonged silence, as well as indifference towards you, finally began to worry you; throughout this conversation Minako hadn’t even looked at you, simply staring… somewhere else.

But far from feeling ignored, it made you feel dreadful. The first time such sentiment would settle in your heart.

And one you’ll never forget.

“Mama?” you’d murmur, pressing your lips when stepping closer to her, hoping to get a better look at her face. Her silence certainly continues to perturb you, but her face… her face frightens you. “…Ma…ma?”

She doesn’t respond, at least… not to you, given the way her lips move but no audible words seem to come out.

“What…?” you asked, tilting your head and frowning.

“Shut… up” she whispers, but so low that not even you who were standing right beside her could hear.

You inch closer to her, with your small hands tightly clutching the edge of her shirt. You sense her to tense up for a brief second, but since these were signs you were not familiar with, you don’t find ill-doing.

“Mama?” you insist yet again, worried, now watery eyes glued on her somber face as you’d continue to urge her. “Mama, are you… ok?

Minako frowns for a quick second before hissing, hands shooting up to her head and holding it tightly, enough for her knuckles to turn white and for her face to burn, as if the sudden agony that befell her was too much to handle.

And too much for you to remain quiet, more so when her teeth began to gnash. A view and sound so horrifying, it instinctively pushed you to harshly tug at her shirt, a desperate call for her attention, as you fretted.

“Mama! Are you—are you ok?!” you gasped, only growing desperate when the more you pulled at her, the more she continued to suffer.. “Mama, mama! Please, tell me! Do you—Do you want me to call papa?!”

And then, she’d finally acknowledged you. But far from meaning the end of her suffering… It only marked the beginning.

“Just— shut up! ” Minako condemned as she abruptly swirled her head towards you. And then, you’d see it,  the unrecognizable look of hatred in her eyes which effectively renders you immobile and pliant for her harsh grip on your wrists, brightly marking you with her strength, before pushing you backwards onto the floor and away from her. “ How annoying could you possibly be?! ”

Unfortunately, the sound of your small body falling against the ground hadn’t been loud enough to break Minako out of whatever trance she was in. Fortunately, it was loud enough to catch the attention of those inside the nearby meeting hall, who rushed out to see what the commotion was about just before something worse happened.

Your father being the first one out the door upon recognizing your tone.

“Y/N!!” Eiichi cries as soon as his eyes fall on the frightening picture of his enraged wife tormenting his distraught daughter, quickly coming to terms with what just transpired, as well as the understanding that he didn’t need permission to intervene and get you to safety, scurrying to your side and swiftly picking you up in his arms, pushing your weeping face against the crook of his neck as he’d attempt to ease the shock your mother,had unknowingly inflicted on you.

“Pa—paaaaaa…!!” you’d cry, tightly holding your father’s shirt as his embrace grew tighter with every sob, leaning you further into his chest. “Pa—papa, I don’t—I don’t know what—!”

“It’s ok, it’s ok Y/N” Eiichi cooed, attempting to console you. But something deep inside him told him this would be impossible for now, considering that the perpetrator had seemingly been Minako.

Ayaka soon arrived at the scene of the crime, with a frightened look on her eye as she quickly came to realize what occurred. She was simply on her way to check up on you, perhaps even convince you to do what she requested earlier… but after seeing what happened, froze completely out of shock.

A sentiment that would later transform into repent, remorsefully believing that if only she had been firmer with her words, you wouldn’t be in this predicament at all.

As you continued to cry, Eiichi repeatedly wondered what could’ve happened between the two to earn this outcome. 

Even with the most outrageous of scenarios, none of them ever lead to Minako losing her inhibitions—it wasn’t for either of them to do so. They promised to never commit the same mistakes those before them had done, so why…?!

But before he could even demand an explanation, the air seems to shift when Minako’s demeanor suddenly changes. Her eyes softened, hands and face relaxing before sighing and turning around to see the group before her when feeling their gaze on her back.

She stares at them for a few seconds, seemingly bewildered for their reunion, frowning upon seeing the upsetting sight of her youngest crying, tightly holding onto her husband, refusing to even look at her —all whilst remaining oblivious to her acts.

But then, her mouth falls agape, releasing a sharp gasp as her hand flies to cover her mouth, eyes pooling with tears when realization finally hits her like a bag of bricks.

Minako didn’t believe it, she couldn’t, she didn’t want to , but it was undeniable. The memories that began to flood her mind were of her perspective, of her doing. The transgressions committed against her family were done by her . 

The only people she had ever cared about, those she swore to love and protect, keep away from danger and pain—!

Just for her to betray them.

One could only imagine the pain she felt the moment she tried to approach you with intentions of mending her actions, frantically wanting to let you know that she would’ve never done such a thing. That it was— it was something inside her that pushed her to do so… but never her! She’d never put you in danger! Never willingly!

Only to stop upon seeing Eiichi instinctively pull you away from him, stabbing her heart with the devastated look on his face, before it was completely destroyed  by the sight of you cowering.

“Y—Y/N!” Minako breathed, still wanting to reach out to you, but as soon as your eyes got another glimpse of her, you flinched again. She physically felt her heart twinge as tears slid down her cheeks. “Oh, no, pumpkin, no, I would never hurt you, I swear! I—I don’t know what—what came to me, I just—!”

“Noo.. no, no no!!” you let out another muffled sob as you lean deeper into your father’s chest, a sight that sinks Minako deeper into her despair, and saddens Eiichi. 

He hated to keep the two apart, struggling to not put you in a position you clearly didn’t want to be in. But aside from the clear turmoil happening between the two, the other reason that kept him firm on his standing was the nasty hunch that repeatedly told him there was something odd coming from his wife, something… wrong. 

A perceptive conclusion, as he’d later come to regret.

“Minako…” He cautioned slowly, shaking his head. And with that, alongside his disheartened face, she decided to relent.

Your mother remained quiet as Eiichi dismissed the gathering onlookers and tasked Ayaka to keep this succession a secret as much as possible from the rest of his children, which he knew would be impossible, given the staff’s liking for gossip (more so for something a shocking as this) before ordering Minako to go to their room, and taking you to yours.

Eiichi intended to tuck you in and call it a day before going back to his wife to find out just what the hell happened, but your incessant cries would not allow it so easily—It had been such a traumatic succession that you still couldn’t wrap your head around it, repeatedly asking why your mother had lashed out the way she did and if she now hated you.

It went on like that for a while, to the point he genuinely believed it would never end, but after so much physical exertion, you eventually tired out, slowly quieting down and falling asleep once your tears settled.

Dreams weren’t things you’d commonly remember, less of those from your childhood—but the one from that night you’d remember vividly.

It was a nightmare, one that replayed over and over again the horrible happenings of that day; your mother, the one you loved most in the world, had hurt you— intentionally . Acted as if she didn’t recognize you and just… hurt you.

But more than her words being the cause of your pain, which kept resonating inside your mind throughout the entirety of the night, it was her face you’d never forget.

Not even after years went by would you be able to erase it, remaining imprinted in the back of your eyes, tormenting you, to the point where it became the face of your self doubt, often accompanied by the deriding words the elders often used when referring to you.

A selection Minako would never, ever use towards you, and wouldn’t dream of doing so, but to the broken mind that didn’t matter—to you, it was all the same, if not worse since it came from her .

You’d eventually wake up drenched in sweat, with your eyes wide open and heart thundering as you instinctively reached with your hands for your usual semblance of comfort—a plushie. On most occasions this would’ve been enough to dissipate your fears and help you sleep once again.

But this is a greater evil, needing a greater remedy, such as the incomparable warmth of human affection. Thus you’d get out of bed, walk over to the door and do the most logical thing a child would do at that moment: seek their parents.

It seems that your father knew you’d have such bad luck, for it didn’t take you more than a few steps and a turn around the corner to bump into him. His frantic eyes inspected you for a quick second, paranoia leading him to wonder if you’ve been hurt—but thankfully all you had was a small pout and teary eyes. Still something to tend for, but thankful it wasn’t anything worse.

“Oh, Y/N…” he’d say, swiftly picking you up in his arms, with you latching onto him almost immediately. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“Ye—yes, papa…” The sound of your sniffles shatters Eiichi’s heart, prompting him into holding you tighter. It had been a while since he had to worry about this , the last thing that gave you nightmares being curses, overcoming it after sufficient guidance.

But this? He doesn't know if you’d be able to overcome it.

“It’s ok, it’s ok—you’re safe now, it was all a dream” he says, kissing the top of your head.

He hears you drown another sob against him, but after a few more seconds, you calm down. He usually would’ve offered you to go for a walk in hopes of clearing your mind before sending you back to bed, or even keep him company while working.

One of his favorite activities, because contrary to your siblings, you seemed to enjoy indulging in much “calmer” activities. Don’t get him wrong, he still loves being in the field… but he’s not as young as he used to be, and with children as competitive as Hinata and Ren, it can be quite strenuous.

These were the second and third options, however, for what he always suggested in these circumstances… was your mother’s company.

Even though you were Eiichi’s favorite when it came to doting, you were virtually inseparable from Minako.

But Eiichi knew very well that this couldn’t happen, at least not tonight. And not when he and the rest of the clan had yet to find out why she had acted in such a way—something she didn’t know either.

If that wasn’t an indicator of how terrible this situation was, then Eiichi didn’t know what was.

Upon hearing another soft sniff coming from you, Eiichi decides to comfort you in the best way possible—he knows it’s not necessarily right per se, but in these moments of uncertainty, he doesn’t care.

“Want some mochi?” He offers, with a gentle smile on his face as he looks down to you—there’s always a stash ready for you to ravish if the occasion ever arises, so there’s no doubt of its availability.

However, there is hesitance when it comes to your desire, and you eventually reject them by softly shaking your head.

Eiichi’s smile drops, reminded once more that this was to be a very difficult obstacle to overcome. 

He can’t help but think of Ren and Hinata. Even with their strong façade, he can only imagine just how agitated they were. Still, you took all of his worries, because out of the three. you were the most sensible one.

“Want to talk about it, then?”

You pout for a few seconds before frowning.

Your father sees this and believes you to be debating whether to tell him or not. After all, these emotions of anguish towards your mother must be very confusing, thus not easy to describe.

But you do your best anyway.

“Is… mama… angry at me?”

“Oh, no, of course not” He responded immediately, as if to squash the idea before it could sprout any further. It would make sense you’d ask such a thing—Minako had gone to the extremes in less than a second, you being the unwilling victim… or so he and the others were able to deduce from your testimony.

He won’t admit he doesn’t know the truth, it’s not what you need at this moment… or him, for that matter.

“She’s just… tired. It’s been very busy as of lately, and it put her in a bad mood—that’s all” and with that your eyes seemed to soften, shoulders lifted of the tension that weighed you down even in your sleep. Satisfied to know were not the cause of her anger, at least… for that moment, because something still managed to remain behind in your gaze: the nagging voice of the elders reminding you of your inability to perform to their expectations. That you were a disappointment, and that your parents were spoiling you for no reason, always doubting your worth.

His words suddenly felt like a cover up, like they were made out of pity, and not out of true, genuine sentiments, causing you to frown yet again.

Eiichi notices this and doesn’t hesitate to comfort you again, doing so as many times as needed.

“It’s not your fault, nor was there anything you could’ve done to avoid this” he says, rubbing your back while kissing the top of your head again. “Don’t worry about it, pumpkin—it was just an accident.”

You press your lips together, and then, sigh. Freeing you from their memory (for the moment) and allowing you to move onto the second, if not the most important, worry in your mind.

“Is mama… ok?”

“Ah, yeah” he hums, nodding. “She’s resting now and will feel much better in the morning.”

“Are you… sure?”

“Absolutely” he reiterates “I promise you.”

Eiichi knew better than to make false promises, words a leader should not make if he could not sustain them… but for his poor daughter, he felt this was the least he could do for her. For all his children.

But perhaps… he should’ve kept quiet.

Minako’s condition would only deteriorate from that point forward.

It wasn’t discernible at the beginning, invisible for those that barely socialized with her, but for those that knew her too well, it was clear as day: at first, she’d stare at nothing for long periods of times, if not hours, before someone had to either snap her out of it or she’d do so herself in time.

From there, she’d talk to herself, but not in an “thinking out loud” kind of way—no, it almost seemed as if she were… talking to someone else.

And lastly, her oscillating temperament. She could be happy-go-lucky one moment, and the other… a nightmare, completely unrecognizable, and hard to get along with, making everyone avoid her.

These three things naturally forced her to be supervised when interacting with her children, and while it hurt Eiichi to have these regulations for the family they’ve lovingly built together, her eerie demeanor convinced him instantly.

It just made everyone’s suspicions bigger. The impression that something deeper , scarier was going on with her, to the point where Eiichi tasked Ayaka, to never leave his children out of sight, or alone with her.

Minako’s sudden, unexplainable change of behavior was wearing everyone down, mainly because no matter how much they tried to reason with her, get her to talk about just… what the hell was wrong with her , she couldn’t put it into words. If not deny it all together—acting as if it were another person doing all of this, and not her .

Unnerving would certainly be the best way to describe all this…

And that was just the beginning.

Her next tragedy would now be physical, with her being unable to do many things, such as chores around the house, attending meetings, or even visiting her beloved horses… to eating poorly, if anything , which eventually bounded her to bed.

This last change was the one that affected Minako the most, with her incessantly complaining and whining about it, yet she wouldn’t do anything to change, if anything, she continued to refuse help, even from her own husband who stuck to her side day and night! 

No one seemed to get through her, and as days went on, she was seen less and less around the estate, but she wouldn’t disappear completely until another tragedy struck the family, changing their fate, 

But this time… for the worse.

When she was still capable of showing a semblance of her kindness very early on in this… "situation", that was all gone by this point. 

Where happiness was to be found, now was nothing but an erratic, paranoiac woman who believed everyone approached her with hurtful intentions of, before cowering in fear, acting like a frightened, scorned child that didn’t understand what was going on around her… nor was open to reasoning.

Her “acknowledgement” of an additional presence would become far more obvious at this point. When Minako would once whisper, keep these conversations secretive, she’d now openly engage this.. companion .

Most of the time there was no sense behind her words, being nothing more than the delirium of a woman not in her right mind…

But if there was something to discern from this, it was that this presence was not friendly. 

Minako would look tormented, agitated, whenever it would make an appearance, repeatedly asking it to leave her alone, fighting to be given peace, if not death.

At this, the sorcerers of the family would immediately step in, hoping to assess if this was a threat of their caliber, more so when the doctors failed to link her condition to a virus, or even an inherited disease… 

Surely, the cause of her decline must be in the realm of the unseen, right? Because what else could it be?

Unlikely. At least That's what they thought from the answers they were able to obtain, revealing nothing but the obvious: that it was something only she could see, and far too dangerous to have near the children.

So Eiichi, as much as it pained him to do so, ordered Minako to be kept in the furthest room of the estate, where she would continue to be cared for… but away from her family.

From there, she was essentially barren from your life.

To be the one to pick you up at school, tell her of all their doings, tuck them into bed, to be nowhere to be seen… It was a cruel situation for children to live through, more so when they were crudely teased when no one dared give them an explanation when demanded, the staff shushing each other when coming into view and acting as if nothing happened…

The only piece of information you and your siblings would get were the rumors quickly surrounding her, growing stronger and crazier as time went on, but none empathetic to their situation.

While there were many that worried for her, wishing nothing for the best and offering any kind of help the family might need in this difficult time…

There were others that couldn’t be any more elated she was suffering.

A sentiment that mostly came from those that never liked her, as if this were the “divine punishment” they were denied from ever since her ancestor wronged them.

Eiichi was very vocal when denouncing their behavior, demanding respect for the woman that gave them their so prized “powerful sorcerers” and to either help him, or stay out of the way—his children were nice enough to comply to their requests, but he was still debating it and it would be wise to not test his patience.

And understanding they were. Hinata and Ren specifically. 

Having grown up under stricter guidance, they didn’t struggle to fall in place as soon as the orders were placed. Even after proclaiming how much they wanted to see their mother, they would remain quiet, distant… sad, yet obedient.

But you, on the other hand… you were always different. The "unruly" one, as many often said, wouldn’t accept your new reality so easily and as soon as possible, you'd begin to nag your father with the possibility of visiting your mother.

With a saddened face that only portrayed a fraction of his pain, he'd shoot down all requests. Until they knew what was going on, he explained, he couldn’t risk their well-being.

But even then, Eiichi knew you wouldn’t settle for his words so easily. Either because he failed to be stricter with you (the soft spot for the youngest being his Achilles heel of sorts) or because he wanted you to defy him… either way, it has been too easy for you to sneak into your mother’s room that one fated night.

It was midnight when you'd scurry out of your chambers, tip-toeing across the halls and gardens as quietly as possible, vigilant enough to check you weren't trailed, before arriving at her door.

You’d carefully set your right ear against the door, as if to check no one else to be inside. Once assessing silence, you slid the doors open, checking if there wasn't anyone that might've escaped your attention one last time before entering. 

The moon would be your only source of light, and not as intense as you would've liked, but enough for you to see your mother… Or whatever was left of her.

Her lively image was nothing but a memory, for in place was a woman who seemed to barely survived by eating little bits and pieces of food every now and then, getting the minimum of sleep, if she was lucky enough to be given peace from the thoughts tormented her, which became an uncommon luxury as seen by the dark circles underneath her eyes.

A sight that deeply saddened you.

This, with her odd behavior, many would've rightfully conclude she was no longer your mother, yet your love and need for her lead you to ignore those warnings, them being nothing but suggestions as you walked close to her, stopping by the edge of the futon, kneeling down to her level and getting a better look of her sleeping façade.

Pressing your lips together, you’d lean closer, holding your breath and enjoying the closeness you'd been denied from.

You didn’t even seek to talk to her anymore, nor touch her, all you wanted just to be by her side. And if you got that, then you'd be happy.

Your desire for physical contact, of course, proved to be far greater in the end, for you soon began to debate whether to hold her hand or not, just one last time, it doesn’t have to be long, until… well, the next time, of course—a tough decision to make, more so when you didn't know when that would happen, as well as the risk your presence entailed.

Regardless of what Eiichi wanted, you were still going against his words, and you didn’t wish to worsen your already restricted position by growing your limitations.

At the end you decided to hold her hand for a few seconds and wasted no time to do so—at least that’s what you anticipated, for your fingers were only millimeters away when her hand suddenly twitched, a gesture that made your heart hitch to your throat, quickly getting on your feet when she groaned, and begining your retreat.

You were quick to run towards the exit, but not fast enough to avoid the noise that effectively froze you on the spot.

A sound that never failed to bask you with warmth, but given the circumstances, it provided uneasiness, unable to recognize if it was your mother reaching out or… someone else.

“Who… who is it?” Minako yawned, still foggy for having abruptly woken up, but sufficiently conscious to know someone was there. She'd squint her eyes toward the darkens, adjusting her sight, and then… “Y/N…? is that—is that you?”

Your throat tightens, desperately trying to hold back the need to answer and instead, muster the courage to leave the room…

“Oh…. My baby…” she’d call once more, voice soft yet filled with relief and happiness, perhaps a bit of desperation, when finally realizing it was you, and how long it had been since she last saw you. “My dear Y/N…. I— I’m so happy to see you again…”

Enough to convince you it was your mother in the room, breaking down your walls and forcing you to stay.

“Ma…ma?” you swallow, taking one, two steps towards her before running to her side, throwing yourself over her and hugging her as tight as you could. Your strength barely repedented the intensity of your love for her, later wishing you should've done far more to express your sentiments, but at that point it didn’t matter, nothing did. It was just you and her for the night.

“Mama!” you gasp, pushing your face deeper and deeper into her as you continued to weep, enough to dampen her clothes. “Mama…!”

“Y/N… no, don’t cry!” Minako laments, your tears breaking her heart as she gently rubbed your back, more do when you’d only continue to cry.

She doesn’t ask why you’re crying; she knows that very well why by now.

And how couldn’t she? The pain of hurting a child was one a parent could never forget…  more so when the ripples of her action continued to distraught you.

A regret Minako would carry on for the rest of her life, passed onto Eiichi after her death.

“I’m sorry” she says, holding you tightly agaisnt her,  resting her head on yours and showering you with  kissed, as if hoping they would erase her mistakes.  “I’m so, so sorry I treated you like that, I’m so sorry I’ve been away from you, from everyone. I never meant to do that, I never meant to make you cry—Please, forgive me Y/N…”

“Mama… Mama, what’s—what’s happening…?!” you’d breath, moving your head to see her now teary face “Why did you... do that? Why are you—why are you like this?”

“I… don’t know” She responds genuinely, yet, afraid. Minako was just as equally concerned as you when it came to herself.

One could only imagine how frightening it was to live with the sensation you weren't alone, that someone else inhabited your mind… or so that's what everyone told her.

Even having you this near could be a position of risk, she could easily snap and hurt you—

But a mother could never be away of her children, and it’s with that sentiment that she decides to stay with you a bit longer… pleading to the gods to give her this one last mercy, at least before she looses control yet again.

“Mama… are you… dying?”

You feel her tense against you, and it wasn’t until many years later that you realized how harsh that question might’ve been, imprudent towards her struggles… but you were only a child attempting to understand what was going on around you to the best of your ability.

And if it was of any consolation, Minako didn’t blame you for it, nor Eiichi when telling him of this visit. If anything, he was surprised by how… eerily righht you'd been.

“No, of course not” she said immediately after, even if she was uncertain. Another an action made to comfort you… and herself. “I’m just sick, that’s all.”

“…When will you get better?” you murmur, frowning.

“Soon” Minako responds promisingly. “I’ll be back out there before you know it, and you’ll tell me all about your days at school, hmm?” She chuckles, managing to lighten up the mood by gently shaking you, making you laugh.

Before quieting up when a nasty fit of coughs hinder her, causing you to peel away and worriedly look up to her, Minako now coughing against her sleeve.

You didn’t notice it at the moment, but the servants who came to change her the following day revealed blood to have been found in her nightgown.

“Mama, water—”

“No, little one, I’m just—” she coughs again, rougher this time… continuing on for a few seconds before eventually stopping. “I’m fine—see? Just—Just something in my throat, that’s all!"

Should you have insisted she tell you the truth? Force her to show you her sleeve? Maybe, but something now tells you that wouldn’t have made much of a difference.

Instead, you cautiously accept her answer, letting her pull you closer.

“I missed you” you eventually say, and she sighs.

“I missed you too, all of you. Ren, and Hina…” she laments, reflecting on their distance. “Are they ok? And what about school? Has school been good without all of you?”

“Good, boring…” you say, causing Minako to huff in amusement. She always liked how blunt you were, all of them really, often wondering where they got that trait from… as if she weren’t the primary reason. “… mainly because you’re not there…”

Minako then frowns, guilt quickly settling in her features. If only…

“I’m sorry” she adds “I… I should’ve been there. I should’ve—"

“No, mama!” you gasp, frantically shaking your head. “I don’t want you to be sad! It’s not your fault!”

She smiles.

“Always the kind one, aren’t you, my little Y/N?” she admires. And by the way your cheeks flare up and your face leans deeper into her, she knew you were embarrassed.

Minako couldn't help but giggle, completely captivated by your adorableness.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you should be proud!” she urged, and maybe that’s what you would’ve done, had you not been confused by the sadness of her absence or tormented by the insecurities some of the members of the L/N had implanted on you these past few days, revived by Minako's unwitting ones.

The L/N could be just as nasty as the Zen’in when putting their minds into it. How… commendable.

“I’m not” you curtly said, and she blinks, surprised.

“But you are” she reiterates, confused by your sudden rejection. “I know my children well.”

“…But I’m… I’m not, I’m not as strong as Ren, or responsible as Hinata! Or good at all…”

This would be Minako’s first sample of the shambles her family was placed in once she got sick.

Eiichi, for example, became unable to focus on his responsibilities as leader of the clan. Either he failed to be attentive to meetings or show up all together— this was only one of the many things that earned him his fair share of reprimands from the elders… but as insufferable as they were, it was insufficient to snap him out of it.

Ren didn’t enjoy his pastimes anymore. The songs that never failed to put him in a good mood were nothing but a bunch of senseless words plastered over a melody, and T.V. became boring. At one point he even preferred to remain in absolute silence, if not sleeping… when he wasn’t being nagged by the elders.

Hinata's academic performance greatly declined. A first-time occurrence that softened the teachers into easing her workload. Even the always obnoxious Satoru halted his antics, enough to worry and motivate him into being an genuinely good friend… but not even that managed to distract her—Training wasn’t enjoyable for her anymore, she just wanted to be in her room, but her clan wouldn’t allow it.

And finally, you. Without Minako's support and reassurance, you were made an easy target for the elders, if their nasty rumors circling your mother wasn't enough, attemtping to “rectify” the damage her intervention had done now that she was “out of service”. They did manage to keep you away from  playing your videogames, eating sweets, even from your siblings, just to avoid "badly influencing them". 

The elders were appropriately satisfied, and you… miserable.

The L/N could truly be as nasty as the Zen’in if they put their mind to it. How commendable.

Minako never realized how important she was to the family, not even during these times of hardship. I'm fact, had someone told her that the clan would suffer because of her absence she wouldn't believe it.

Well, she never sought recognition by doing what she could, what she must . She always strived to be a good mother and partner because it was the right thing to do.

And er sickness wouldn't stop her. Minako would continue to support those in need as many times as needed, for as long as she could.

Even if it were to be the last thing she'd do.

“You know, Y/N” She begins, carefully threading your hair in the soft, soothing way you always liked, making you subtly relax further into her hold. “A woman is always expected to comply, apologize when she’s stepped out of line, and so on.

But that’s not true. Not at all. A woman should never justify her actions, nor seek the approval of others to do them—no one should!

One should be able to live their life with their head up high, unafraid to make mistakes. And if you do them, who cares?! It’s recovering from them that matters, what makes life so enjoyable!

Never forget that my little one. Never allow anyone to doubt your worth.

And never forget that I’ll always love you. Forever, even after I’m gone, my love for you, your siblings, and your father, will remain.”

Her words inspired you, filling you with love and replacing all your worries with hope for a better tomorrow.

A brighter outlook for the upcoming days, more so after seeing your mother's seeming quick recovery! She became more receptive to her surroundings, more like her .

Your family soon began to believe this would all end soon, looking forward to the moment they'd leave everything behind and start anew…

Only that day never arrived. 

Because not so long after her slight improvement, her health would drastically decline, rapidly and with no meanings to stop, urging your father to gather any available doctor to try and stop whatever it was that affected her…

Only halting on the day she wouldn’t wake up.

Sumire’s mother had been the unfortunate primary witness after having gone to her bedroom to routinely get her ready for the day.

Everything seemed to be going on as expected, outside for the fact that Minako hadn't responding to her greetings, nor to the noises she was making all over the bedroom.

She remained still, resting on the futon, even after she directly called her. After her prolonged eerie silence, Aya rushed to her side to actively wake her up—the unimaginable lingered in the back of her head as she kept calling for her, quickly pressing her fingers against her neck to check her pulse when the worst slowly became more of a reality.

Ayaka sighed out of relief upon sensing a heartbeat, but this sentiment would not last long upon realizing that no matter how much she rattled her, Minako remained unresponsive.

She didn’t groan, she didn’t yawn, she didn’t even flutter her eyes, and Ayala naturally called for help. It's then that they realized Minako fell into a state doctors rightfully called a coma .

The whole estate went into a frenzy when news broke out—an unforeseen predicament that hit everyone a train, because even after everything that occurred and the mystery still surrounding her condition, Minako still appeard to be relatively fine . 

Not even the blood found in her sleeves proved to be cause of worry, nothing they couldn't handle…

A testament not to be shared with the marks that began to appear across her body right after her coma, tainting her arms, legs, chest, neck, and face… 

Fnally revealing the root of all her evils:

Minako had been cursed.

Someone, a sorcerer , had set his eyes on her and decided to enact the worst fate an innocent family could get, seemingly unprovoked!

Partially, for their bare existence as members of the L/N clan was enough incentive to target them. Whether because of jealousy, or wanting something in return, it was bound to happen one way or the other.

Rumors and unbased conclusions began to spark from this situation, attempting to explain why , how and when she’d been cursed. But  most importantly who .

Prompting Eiichi into another emotional spiral when these questions went unanswered. Who could believe that a group of trained sorcerers from an important family as the L/N could’ve failed to see that his wife had been attacked by a curse?!

Who could believe she wouldn’t be safe in the confines of her protected, armored house against such attacks, even going as far as retiring from that career to prevent any damage of this nature to befall her… only for it to happen anyways?!

No one, that's who. And yet, it did. All those talismans, spells, and weekly cleanses, all that … for nothing.

Nothing stopped the evil marking her body with dark symbols, not even the supposedly all-knowledgeable shamans were able to do so, their ignorance going beyond failing to recognize what they meant, eventually concluding that they were part of a long abandoned “practice”, wiped from the records with time.

It seemed that the one who that attacked your mother had done so meticulously, that even pinpointing the exact moment it occurred was impossible—many assumed it happened the time she went out to do errands just days prior it's first showing, coincidentally alongside her children.  

A theory that led you and your siblings to be set aside and submitted to investigation, asking if they'd seen anything suspicious or see if they were showing similar symptom… but thankfully, nothing.

If only it had stayed at that.

“Poor children, to see their mother suffer like this and then go through that…” one of the staff members would murmur upon seeing the distraught look on their faces once discharged.

“Are you surprised, though? Minako was never careful, nor liked by the clan… yet others saw her potential. Desired her, even. Do you think that maybe they—”

“Shh, what an awful thing to say! We must not be disrespectful of her, or her family—”

“You act as if she’s already dead, or that I’m not saying the truth"

Eiichi tried his hardest to keep his mind and children away from those sentiments. Only accepting those that came from the ones he trusted with his life.

But as much as he tried, he couldn’t drown out their words, leading him to hear the worst one yet: that this attack had been made under the L/N’s own jurisdiction, timed just right after Minako had given them their desired heir , willing to play along by allowing Y/N into the mix… but after having enough of her incompliance, it was time to get rid of her.

This hurt your father the most, leading him to be erratic towards anyone that dared mention her, indifferent if they were well intentioned or not.

It was undeniably that he'd put his family in an even more dangerous position when igniting his alcoholic vice—but even then, you'd remain close. 

The four would attempt to support each other through their sorrows, more so when he'd unwillingly abandon them to their own…

Yet, no matter the amount of preparation, nothing could ever compare to the day when your clan finally decided they had waited long enough for a solution that was never to come.

After weeks and weeks of incessant discussions for her fate, spending money in shamans, doctors, all whilst desperately seeking for the light at the end of the tunnel…

The elders decided it was best to “put her to rest.”

In other words, let her die .

That day of her funeral marked the beginning of a era life for your family, starting from their inability to see Minako one last time because according to the elders, her body had been greatly disfigured by the unknown curse, and it would traumatize the children… allegedly.

And if that wasn’t enough, fearing the consequences her leftover energy might have after suffering through such trials, they also decided it was for the best to skip her wake all together and go straight to cremation.

Eiichi tried his hardest to fight against this decision, defending the fact that his children and himself deserved the honor of sending her off to the afterlife; their right to mourn her , but the elder’s words were final, and the last time they officially saw Minako was when she was being buried in the family’s mausoleum, the only wish they granted your father, for they too wanted to keep her away from the main branch, citing another stupid excuse tied to her sickness, but only reflected how they never liked her to begin with.

With nothing else to say, that’s how your mother’s story would end. She wouldn’t watch any of her children grow up, graduate from school, welcome Ren’s girlfriend, support Hinata through her decisions as future clan leader, or renounce your union to Naoya.

And as time went by, her presence slowly began to disappear from your home, with each one doing their best to avoid thinking of her. Ren would move out as soon as he could, Hinata threw herself to her work to keep busy, filling in for your father who had begun to drink as he’d never done and essentially rendering him incapable of leading a clan, and you left behind to see all of it.

Out of the three, you became the closest to Eiichi after your siblings went on with their respective lives, becoming each other’s support, even if it meant that you’d be constantly thinking about your mother. 

It was a sorrow you’d learn to live with, and for a moment you were fine with that, because you didn't feel lonely anymore, and with time you'd actually get to see some improvement from him!

Everything seemed… ok. That is, until you were forced to stay away due to the lockdown imposed on all jujutsu high students thanks to the crisis, and subsequently, sent away to marry Naoya.

It’s why he spiraled yet again with the drinking; it’s why you were so heartbroken upon hearing his betrayal.

Your mother had left behind a wound that hadn’t closed, and might never, leaving you to simply—

“Do you—do you often think of— her ?” Naoya suddenly cuts your thoughts and pulls you back into your most dreadful, lonely reality.

You don’t lift your eyes from your hands, either because you kept struggling to disconnect your mind from those painful memories, or because you didn't want to give his annoying prescense any more attention, you don't know.

“Of—of your mother?”

Yes .

There’s not a single day you didn't think of her—you’re unable to forget the way you called for her the first nights of your stay at the estate, desperate to seek the solace of the only person you still thought loyal to you…

What would your mother have thought of this union, you wonder? What words would she have chosen… to describe this fraudulent marriage?

“I think of her too.” Naoya adds, taking your silence as an invitation to speak, which wasn't . “Of my mother… of how she would've… of what she would thought of—”

As if he were reading your mind.

It’s a coincidence that sends shudders through your spine and notifies you it was time to cut this charade short. You’ve allowed him to witness something intimate of you once again, unwillingly, and you’ve had enough .

“Drink your medicine.”

Naoya, of course, would ignore that, proceeding to rattle you once again with his next words.

“Think of you—” he finished with a strained voice, looking at you. “I didn’t know her well—but I know that my mo—my mother would’ve… liked you.”

“My mother would’ve hated you” you say immediately after, without hesitation nor caring to see the reaction on his face. Pain is not something you considered him capable of, so why bother seeing a blank canvas?

Had it been anyone else, you'd flattered by his words, and cautious with yours. But since it’s him, it’s the minimum you could give him, a taste of his own medicine, that is, and knowing damn well he deserved more.

And he… well, he wouldn’t say it wasn’t the first time he felt such sting in his heart, to be rejected by one of the people he desperately wished to be cherished from… but he won't say it didn't hurt like the first time.

Fate would never be so kind to him. Not after all he'd done, not after all he enjoyed at the expense of others.

But now that he thought about it, the first time he would’ve felt such pain was when he was a child, nothing short of… 8, 9 years old perhaps? Maybe even younger, he doesn't remember.

Given his upbringing, Naobito would everyone's logical option. They've seen his fair share of mistreatment at this point, extending even to you, since his title meant nothing compared to his.

Naoya is sorry to disappoint, for it wasn’t him who taught him what hatred was. How crude, vile, and spiteful human nature could be.

No.

The one to give him that lesson would be his own mother, Tomoko.

Contrary to you, Naoya was brought into existence with great anticipation and expectations. He was comparable to Hinata of the L/N, or the Satoru to the Gojo's, the salvation of a declining clan, revitalizing them into the next generation, or so he was made to believe.

He was already spoiled rotten just because of what he represented, but that would be nothing compared to when he began to fulfill said expectations.

Once proving his worth, he was venerated as a god . Naoya was nothing like the failures of Toji, his brothers, or anyone else that didn’t make the cut.

No , he was different, better , and the young child didn’t take long to start believing it, and with it, given all of the nasty values of the Zen’in clan.

Naoya learned from a very young age how to exploit people to his advantage, how to make them succumb to his will: whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, he would get—words of praise, materialistic desires, whatever it was, it would be granted in a snap of a finger and without questioning.

Those who dared go against him would immediately regret it, but no faster than him ordering their punishment. Alarming for a young child like him to do so, but expected of his upbringing.

He quickly earned the reputation of being snobby, hard to get along with, an absolute nightmare. Even those that were his faithful servants, considered to be somewhat “safe” from his antics, tried to avoid him at all costs.

Yet, it didn’t bother Naoya, because even after all the evil things he already knew and partaken in, betrayal was something he surprisingly had yet to comprehend.

In his mind, everyone could only be loyal to him. Even those that were highly jealous of him, as explained to him thanks to the poisonous words of his relatives often directed to his siblings and cousins, they still remained faithful, and would never dare hurt him.

Sure, his siblings could be nothing short of annoying and a disgrace , but they knew their place, and he was content with that.

At least that’s what it seemed, because even if he was getting more than enough attention, and luxuries many could only dream of getting in their lifetime, there was still something he desired from the bottom of his heart, something Naoya would only confide to himself, perhaps Ranta if he felt like it, but always remaining a secret:

A normal life.

He longed to experience what it is to be nothing but a child of his age, away from responsibilities and the boring duties of an heir, and instead, worry about what game he’s going to play next, complain about homework, or eat junk food until he can’t no more.

Yes, because even if he was becoming a monster, at that point he was still human—there was still a child that longed for a sense of normalcy, a semblance of childhood, family . One that managed to survive all the twisted values he was being bombarded with, which made one wonder where he even got the idea from.

From his siblings, of course, upon wondering what they spent their free time on. 

It wasn’t anything extraordinary, really, certainly dissuaded from those in charge of his upbringing, but that didn’t stop him from growing curious, eventually finding out.

Naoya at first thought them to be doing a (poor) version of what he did, surely brought up from their envy towards him. However, as much as indifferent as he wanted to act, he couldn’t deny he was heavily interested, more so when seeing their cheerful dynamics.

He’d see Naofumi and Naosuke spend time together, either through playing or just talking. Naofumi didn’t do much due to his poor constitution, but Naosuke didn’t care, he enjoyed having a crowd cheering him on, and Naofumi liked being his supporter.

Naohito and Naohiko constantly picked on each other, before making up, and starting over again, and so on and so forth. They just never seemed to get along for a long time, but god help the outsider that dares pick on one of them. 

And finally, Naoaki, his “failed” predecessor; he often seemed to be alone, sometimes joining his siblings when he didn’t have anything else to do… but when he’s not doing that, he accompanies the one person Naoya knew that existed, but rarely interacted with.

His mother, Tomoko.

Because even with his role, he was still denied many things, such as a mother. Sure, he had Naobito… but he wasn’t a very involved father to begin with, if he was even interested at all, outside of evaluating his advancements as a sorcerer, and reprimanding him when failing.

Contrary to Tomoko, who seemed to relish the company of her children, equally and without interest in their talent. To her, they were all the same: lovable, and worthy of her pride and joy—at least that’s how Naoya interpreted it.

It was a happiness that appeared to be fulfilling to him, mainly after seeing one of his brothers commit a mistake… and not be harshly admonished by it. 

A desperate need to be part of that attention would soon settle his mind, and the importance to be heir seemed to take a seat as he now focused all of his efforts towards this new goal. 

No matter how much his family tried to isolate him from the idea, kick the notion out of his head by reminding him that all of them were beneath him and should not waste their time in socializing with people that were not worth his time, he’d get his way sooner or later.

He was not used to hearing the word no , after all, it wasn’t in his vocabulary. Even when the staff wouldn’t relent, pushing him away from his siblings and mother and onto his next duties, or whatever other thing he needed to fulfill for the day, as quickly as possible, he’d kept insisting.

Eventually he’d see the consequences of his efforts come into fruition when they decided to allow the one he believed to be the missing piece for his sought after family.

The Zen’in always forced the mother’s to be heavily involved with their children— the only exceptions being when the child was to be the heir and needed far more adequate attention , but even then, they still expected the mother to linger around.

Tomoko would only fall to an exception of her own when Naoya grew up to no longer require her, a change that made the elders happy for it was also well known that she hadn’t been acting quite herself for a while now. Even from the beginning of her marriage with Naobito, she always presented some… defects, only kept around because someone needed to take care of the 5 failures she birthed, of course.

One could imagine the annoyance the elders felt when Naoya came barging in demanding his new interests, but even then, it wasn’t something some quick reminders couldn’t fix—and after all the horrible things she’d been put through, it didn’t take long before she succumbed to what the clan required from her, convincingly enough for her to finally be allowed near her youngest son once again.

Naoya was undeniably happy with his new arrangement, which involved Tomoko to be there for him whenever he desired, either at the end of the day so he’d be able to unwind all of his “grandiose achievements”, or just keep him company—ignorant to the fact that for him to receive such treatments, he’d had to strip them from his siblings.

But should he care? Tomoko was willingly playing the role too, and more so when she’d respond the following way whenever he asked about his siblings:

“You’re my favorite child, Naoya—because you’re the most talented one.”

A dosage of dopamine that didn’t fail to overwhelm his senses, each time filling him unparalleled pride as his cheeks flared, lips widening into a grin and eyes twinkling, completely believing her to have said those words out of genuine sentiments, and not indoctrination.

His satisfaction and fulfillment would go on like that for a few days, wholehearted believing to have gotten his greatest desire ever. That is, until seeing his mother interact with his siblings yet again.

At first, he hoped her to be dismissive towards them, curt just like the rest of his relatives, only approaching them out of pity and nothing more. And in some ways, Naoya wanted her to do so, because she was all his now, so why did he need to share?

But instead, he was received with the crude wake-up call that her attention still extended to them, even when she spent most of his time with him.

His heart would twinge whenever seeing her act welcoming, engaging, interested in what they had to say or what they wanted to do—and all with a smile. Something he still didn’t get, even after weeks of being together.

The attention Tomoko gave them was undivided, more so with the youngest, feeblest of all, whom she’d tend to as soon as she was dismissed  From there, her preference for the oldest was anything but obvious, Naoaki rumored to be some kind of “confidant” to her, at least from what the staff overheard, before harshly ridiculing her for seeking solace in a child—the fake heir , or all people.

Things that only filled Naoya with a nasty rendition of jealousy .

It wouldn’t take long before his internal conflict began to overrule him, taking control of his actions and thoughts yet again, and desperately so for every time he approached Tomoko in hopes of getting equal treatment to his siblings, she just… wouldn’t budge.

She’d fall into the same submissive role, feeding him the carefully procured scripture of the clan’s ideals.

“Why do you worry?” Tomoko would ask after Naoya disclosed his worry. “Had I not told you that you’re my favorite child, Naoya?”

It was meant to soothe him, reassure there was no one out there to get his position… and that was all to it. No hug, no smile, no warmth, nothing to convince him that he was cherished.

This is the moment Naoya would learn to discern that her words were not genuine, no matter how many times she’d repeat them—if anything, the more he heard them, the less he believed her. And after receiving them countless times, they stopped being significant all together.

What would it take for her to be genuine towards him? He wondered daily. Why was he revered as the best by everyone else, but in her eyes, he was everything but?

Children were naturally inquisitive, a factor that grew exponentially due to his spoiled nature, so this question didn’t last long as a mere thought. Oh, but how he would hate one day he didn’t keep quiet, the day he allowed his mind to come up with the dumbest question he could’ve thought of, and all for his pathetic, emotional need to feel loved.

“Mom, can I ask you something?” He’d start once in the confines of his room alongside his mother, just before going to bed, per the usual arrangement she still bothered to respect.  

Tomoko is silent, seemingly attentive to him, before humming. It’s a sound he takes as permission to continue—odd enough that he’d wait.

“Why do you always look so… bored with me?” Naoya continues, pressing his lips together as he raises his eyes to hers—it was like looking into a mirror, for the two had the same golden color. 

Tomoko remains silent. 

“You seem so happy with my brothers, but with me… I don’t know. It’s like you don’t…. like being with me”

Silence. Naoya swallows.

“Do you—Do you … not… like me?”

That would be his best attempt at explaining the distance in her presence, the cold, dark layer clouding her eyes whenever near him, the eerie silence whenever he spoke, and the sudden paleness in her face that only seems worse as days went by.

Although lacking, Naoya should’ve been commended for having formulated his emotions in such an eloquent, assertive manner, given his references.

Maybe if he was actually cared for, he would’ve learned to see the gravity of mistake by asking such heavy question—notice how his mother continued to suffer the consequences of being roped into a life that only sought to take and take out of her, leaving her dry, humiliated, yet still forced to entertain her tormentors.

Had he looked past his own selfishness and title, he would’ve seen what his incessant demands had further inflicted on her, his siblings, and eventually, him.

An obliviousness that became Tomoko’s last straw, darkly motivating her to seek her catharsis and voice what she truly thought of this whole charade.

“I never wanted to be your mother” Her sequestered sentiments from the moment she realized Naoya was the child Naobito sought for were finally released. The reason why she was sought for and subsequently put through so. Much. Suffering. Seeing the light of day for the first time.

Tomoko destroyed the façade her in-laws desperately tried to succumb to, acting as she was proud of finally birthing a worthy child after all the previous failures, that she was finally blessed with a talented, promising child worthy of the Zen’in name!

As if she didn’t feel anything but disgust and hatred for him whenever he was around. 

There’s nothing she despised the most than the way Naoya’s golden eyes would search for her, her eyes , and that stupid, ridiculous smile that accompanied them—it was undeniable: it was all her . Naoya was a carbon copy of her, a sick joke from the gods to portray her self-hatred.

The evidence that she had conceived this monster. That she was just as guilty as Naobito.

She hated herself for it, evident in her confession seconds prior. The first and sole instance Naoya had ever heard his mother be truly genuine towards him.

Naoya didn’t know what to do or say upon hearing such words, less when his ears began to ring, eyes to blur, and chest constricting due to the nauseating intensity of his rapid heartbeat.

His lips trembled as he tried his hardest to fight against the knot forming in his throat and speak, but all he could muster was a soft squeak.

“Wh—what?”

Tomoko briefly glanced at him, the look on her face was colder, harsher, far beyond what he’d seen in his father—and the most emotive she’d ever been to him.

There was no hint of remorse found in her features, even after seeing the horrifying outcomes of her actions in him, she just… stared at him, quietly yet deafening, before standing up and leaving.

Naoya didn’t call her anymore after that night. He didn’t seek her, nor showed interest in doing so, halted by the emotional turmoil of her disdain.

No one cared to say a word at first, until the staff caught wind of his unusual behavior, that is—they thought of him as being pouty at first since Naobito was disappointed by his performance, but after his eccentric, highly energetic side failed to show up after a while, even when showered with gifts, they knew to be worried.

After enough insistence, Naoya decided to confess the pain that struck him, and whether they acted out of empathy for him, or simply because they were enraged that Tomoko dared fall back into her unruly ways , only they would know.

All that was evident was her notorious estrangement, both from him and the children, something Naoya failed to correlate to his actions, simply because he never ordered her to be punished, he just confessed to be sad —leading him to believe that this mother had finally given up on him, on everyone.

But if there’s one thing children are susceptible to, especially from such a young age, is getting over things quickly. And as he continued to ignore the heavy involvement of his actions, he too rejected the idea of accepting the fact that his mother had denounced him so easily, motivated when seeing her back at the estate once more.

Like any toxic relationship, he wanted to be near her, and keeping in mind his father’s teachings, he’d seek a different outcome by trying something new. Thus, he set his eyes on his siblings.

Naoya believed that if he stuck around them long enough, she’d eventually notice him, and maybe even get a share of her affection, something like a herd . Naoya knew that she cared for them the most, so it was only natural that he’d believe such a thing, right? 

Just another testament of the effects of the heartless Zen’in, his twisted outlook on reality, and a mistake to haunt Naoya’s existence.

And it happened so innocently too. For Naoya truly, really , didn’t mean to do anything but to be near them, maybe ponder what they were doing and see if he could join if it was entertaining enough, but for Tomoko, who was still processing the actions she suffered during her absence, he was just another way to further torture her.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She yelled, hysterically rushing to the poor kid Naoya had set his eyes on as a companion—Naofumi.

Tomoko didn’t hesitate to grab Naofumi’s arm, even with his weak constitution, and pull him behind her, acting as a shield between the demonic child she saw Naoya to be, and him, whilst keeping her reddening eyes on him. “Don’t ever get near him again! EVER!”

“Mom, I—” Naoya jolted, perplexed to have received her attention so suddenly, but soon frightened upon seeing her deranged visage, instinctively urging him to clear any misunderstanding, —but before he was able to do as much open his mouth, he was effectively stunned by the markings across her face and neck.

Bruises that barely represented an appropriate punishment for having disrespected and poisoned the heir with her words, courtesy of her husband.

“Mom, what—what happened?!” Naoya gasped, taking a step closer to her. Tomoko flinches and steps away. “Who—who did this to you?!”

Your husband recalls trying to reach out for her, maybe to ease her, maybe to tell her he’d deal with anyone who dared hurting her—but that never came to be, because as soon as his hands managed to grasp her sleeve, Tomoko pulled away from him, followed by the unthinkable.

She’d struck him.

Sharply across the face, on his left cheek, and with such force that quickly sent him down to the ground.

Everything after that was a complete blur, measly defined by the gasps and cries of the surrounding onlookers, the stinging sensation on his skin Naoya tried his best to control by pressing his hand against it, and the wound in his heart.

No one believed such a thing had occurred, that Tomoko had the guts to lay a hand on the heir and hadn’t been struck by lightning immediately after. But it’s not something that would go unresolved for much longer, for as soon as the servants snapped out of their trance, they were quick to separate the two from one another, pulling Naoya far away from her , some detaining her, and others rushing to inform Naobito.

The staff did their best to console him, ignoring that Naofumi had too been an unwilling victim, as they went on to reiterate that his mother had been the one in the wrong and that she’d be “rightfully dealt with.”

But even then, all he could think of was the wounds on her skin, not even her transgression— it was her well-being he cared about .

It had been the first time he’d ever seen his mother in such a state, after all, the only other person he’d seen like that would be him after experiencing his father’s bad mood, or a particularly rough training session. Not even his aunt Junko, whom everyone knew to be her husband’s personal punching bag, allowed herself to be seen like that.

Naoya’s first example of the abuses that went on in his home left him dreadfully anguished, as well with the realization that all this had been his fault.

It was a vicious cycle. One of pain, and regret—the same formula that followed whenever his father “beat some sense into him” and forced him to apologize for his alleged mistakes.

Naoya was on way to do the same for her, let her know he was the foolish one, not her—But that opportunity would never come, for after she was taken away by the staff, he’d never see her again.

Just as they informed later, Tomoko was appropriately dealt with, made nothing but a memory, a ghost that haunted the halls, with rumors suggesting it was the elders who had decided to get rid of her, dump her back to her home village and forget about her.

With others suggesting it was Naobito who demanded to kill her instead.

Neither would be proved nor debunked, for no matter how much Naoya insisted for answers, his father would always retaliate with violence, and with the unrequited presence of another, much younger woman that was “meant” to fill the void she left for her children, but everyone knew it was more for Naobito’s desire than anything else, Naoya eventually quieted down, as well as given the reminder of the poor relationship he had with his siblings.

“Are you happy now? Now that you’ve taken the only thing we had, are you finally satisfied?” One of them would say—Naoya didn’t know who it was, nor had the mind to find out who, for it was said during the middle of the night, from the other side of his bedroom door, when he wanted to be nothing but alone.

“Was everything else not enough? You had to take the last thing we had, didn’t you? And you didn’t even want her, you just wanted us to have nothing !

Just how miserable could you be?”

Strong words for a child to hear, but not impactful as the ones that followed.

“If only you were the one that died, then maybe I would’ve been happy for your birth for the first time in my fucking life.”

He wasn’t happy—How could he, after he lost his mother for the second time?

No. That didn’t seem right. For how could he miss something he never had? After all, she only saw him as the heir , the supposed “talented” one, and not her son, if not lesser than that…

With anyone to guide him, he finally allowed himself to spiral down into the despicable man he is now, unwittingly seeking for any semblance of attention, care, latching onto whatever woman gave him the briefest samples of admiration, even if they weren’t true, hoping they’d become genuine with time… until he realized it would never happen, dumping them soon after. 

Naoya was never satisfied with his search, that is, until he met you.

Yet, the trauma he endured had taken a toll on him, and would never learn to appreciate what he had, or didn’t for that matter. 

It was silly, really, how a man who had everything manages to still feel lonely.

He wishes to know, he wishes to ask you, but the way your eyes seem to be away from him pushes him back  to the night where his mother renounced him and keeps him silent.

Naoya could only stare at you as you continued to serve his next dosage and place it beside him—his eyes followed your hands, fighting back the urge to reach out to you… Which he eventually does, swiftly but feebly, holding your hand and finally grabbing your attention.

“Y/N” he calls, and it’s then that your attention falls on him, realizing that he was feeling what you thought him incapable of, blatantly obvious by the way a tear slides down his cheek.

The vulnerable sight of your husband crying horrifies you so much that you instinctively pull away from his grasp, jumping back to your feet and scurrying past the door. You don’t even bother to look back as you roughly shut the shoji door and run towards your next destination— anywhere , but with him.

Naoya remains by the futon, gaze lingering by exit as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper into his thoughts, into the same child who could do nothing but watch how he was being abandoned. 

At any other moment, he would’ve run behind you, demanded you to stay, or forced you to do so.

But now, he can’t muster the energy, nor motive. He’s too frightened to do anything, fearing that whatever he does might sentence your disappearance, any more than it’s already fated.

So, he lets you.

Naoya lets you get away from him.