tomu 𖹭

cw // notes: all characters are 20+, toxic and kinda possessive fem! reader, reader is described as a bimbo once, tutor! nerdjo, ‘casual’ definitely not casual sex, cheating, i DON'T condone cheating. this is fiction.

credits to the artist: ggyoyowza on tiktok their art is amazing !!

now playing.. break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored ⋮ ariana grande & better than me ⋮ doja cat

it's not that you dislike her.

well, you do.. but for a valid reason!

the reason being she's such a bitch. she practically despises your guts and wants you dead! like thrown-to-the-ditch type dead.. and no worries because you do too. every time she sees you around campus, she gives you that fake-ass smile that screams: “fuck you to your core.”

every single time she's with satoru, she always manages to find a way to turn the topic into shit-talking you — in which, satoru doesn't agree with.. so he just starts to ramble on about how easy it was to teach you.

because no way on god's green earth would there ever be someone who'd see you differently from the way he sees you.

“you know, the girl you tutor seems like—”

just an angelic girl who has a knack for making him hard.

“the nicest person? yeah, definitely. she's the sweetest. pretty easy to teach, too!”

you're not even sure how her hatred for you started, but you're assuming it's because you see her boyfriend more than she does. really, you can't blame her — i mean, satoru still treats you like you're his number one priority.

sometimes he just forgets he has someone else to tend to now! was it your fault your lessons with him were more important than her?

"oh babe, hold on, um — my tutee texted. she hates being left on delivered, so.." satoru clears his throat as he gently pushes off his girlfriend who was desperately grinding on his thigh for some kind of action from the nerd. a crease between her eyebrows forms, one that's obviously irritation. she gritted her teeth, lips pressed tightly.

all that just to reply to you?!

it was so ridiculously unbelievable she even thought satoru was joking, laughing uncomfortably hoping he would next. but when he stood up without even looking back at her once — her laugh turned into a chorus of yells and words of hatred, blaming you for texting him anyway.

he's so oblivious to it all despite being the biggest nerd on campus with an unweighted gpa of 4.0. you would think he'd know more about women.

she swears she can almost punch him in the face. is he being so fucking serious? you hate being left on delivered? she was literally fucking herself on him and he cares about your preference more.

“heyy, i'm free! wanna meet up at the library? ;)”

a small grin tugs on satoru's lips as he finishes reading your text with the flirtatious emoticon, sniffling and pushing his glasses up his nose. god was he excited to see you again. satoru felt like he was more ecstatic to be able to tutor you today than to continue what was happening earlier. wait, fuck— should he wear his polo? yeah, you complimented it once!

having a girlfriend really stripped him of his time with you. it was kind of embarrassing how satoru really missed your presence.

she watches satoru fiddle around with his thumbs before replying, probably something real innocent but filled with unintentional horniness — rolling her eyes at the scene.

you're one big homewrecker.

did you even know satoru was already taken?

and surely-the-fuck you did! but how could she even be mad at you? you were just a bimbo with a failing grade who satoru saw every once in a while to tutor for extra points. was she that insecure to scowl at you around campus? you would rip that dumb shit-eating grin off her face if you could.

you wouldn't care much if she hated you. hell, she could wish for your death soon and you still wouldn't bat an eye. you couldn't really give a fuck. a lot of people hate you — she's not any different from the lot.

plus, you hate her too.

and you only do because she stole satoru from you.

she hates you for being too close to her man, you hate her for stealing said man. it was that simple.

before she arrived, you had satoru all to yourself. just you and the nerd in the campus study hall. no one else saw him the way you did. you saw the potential under those glasses — his looks could practically blind someone! unfortunately, satoru was quite blind in seeing it. he was such a shy and lonely mess that he refused to accept any praise.

and you were the first girl he talked to about digimon alongside the actual tutoring! not that you understood anything whatever he was yapping about anyway.. but listening to him never felt boring.

satoru always showed off his nerdy keychains hanging on his bag in excitement, explaining where he got them from and how with each one. it was adorable how sincere he was about it.

“here, i got this one in osaka at a gashapon.. i was so lucky i didn't expect there to be one for my favorite!”

you listened. again and again. even on rainy days whenever you flunked a test badly — satoru would arrive there outside of the campus with his umbrella, ready to take you to your favorite café. as you two walked together, he'd go on about his day — making cheerful (corny) jokes to help you feel better. but he never forgets to ask about yours.

didn't you deserve him back for that? you were the only one who listened to him and his endless talking sessions about the things he thought and pondered about. (aside from the professors loving his presentations) you'd say you're a pretty good listener.. and a pretty good girl friend? or girlfriend.

if she hadn't stolen your spot, that is.

she took advantage of satoru just to add him to her collection of boys she's fucked. and satoru who's never been in a relationship before — he was unaware of it, thinking this was real love. it was odd though, how he didn't feel the things the textbooks said about feeling when you're in love.

he only ever felt them when he was with you.. and that was weird right? he already has a girlfriend now! he couldn't be in love with you. denial wracked his brain, trying to convince every part of himself there weren't strings attached to the way he tutors you.

no strings attached to the way you used to touch him..

because that was your nerd who you used to fuck behind closed doors. there was no one before that, then there should be no one after that. just you.

when everybody thought you two just had a student-tutor relationship, you were already getting his cock shoved all the way to the back of your throat 'till your tears started to blur your vision. your chem professor even praised you for getting a good grade in his class — all thanks to satoru. well.. thanks to him for giving you the answer key to almost all of the tests.

“i'll turn up the vibrator to tell you if it's a, then i'll turn it down if it's b. okay? do well!”

after every exam, you had to walk out with wobbly legs and a hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning. what kind of cheating technique even is this— anyway, satoru even said ‘do well’ even though he was quite literally helping you cheat. maybe ‘do well’ in trying to endure it. sometimes you realize he has that cunning and sarcastic personality lying deep behind that socially hesitant exterior.

he'd talk your ear off on and on about some nonsense of collecting the last card needed in his collection while you collected the memory of each vein scattered all over his cock.

“i've been looking everywhere for this specific card because it's the last one and the rarest, then i finally found it on— ngh.. h-hold up, slow down.. !”

you argued it was just you doing what's best for him. you were only helping satoru relieve that headache of his with a blowjob! ... and also letting him get a taste of what it feels like to be properly blown. you almost felt bad for the man for never having a woman to please him like you did.

the first time you proposed it, he became a flustered mess. his face instantly turned red, throat going dry, and sweat trickling down his forehead. buttttt, he wasn't opposed to the idea at all. it just took a little bit of encouragement for satoru to let you do it in his dorm.

"can i suck your cock?" you asked bluntly, half joking. honestly, if satoru did say yes, you'd be excited to see what a genius has been hiding behind all of the studying.

"can you — what..?!"

and oh boy when you saw his size.. your jaw practically hung open.

there was nothing more after that, you swore. although you didn't expect this nerd of yours to be the neediest guy you've ever sucked off. satoru especially loved tugging on your ponytail and pushing your head all the way until it reached the base of his cock. your tears would swell in your eyes and it only made him more needy seeing you cry for him like that.

he'd moan so loud you'd have to hit his hip to remind him to quiet down. his unshaved pubes tickled the bridge of your nose as you kept taking him fully — hands coming down to cup his balls.

guess there's a first for everything, huh?

satoru also loves painting the back of your throat (uh, pharynx) with his sticky release. you can feel the hot spurts of his load shoot and make a mess in your mouth — coating your tongue milky white, with some landing on the side of your lips. you'd lick the rest off of his tip, lapping it up like it tasted like regular candy to you.

it has him wanting another round just to see you swallow it all over again. because fuck did it get him hard even right after he just came. his softening cock swears it's getting hard again after seeing you lick the mess off his fingers.

but satoru stays strictly following his class schedule. can't have a future valedictorian miss out now!

“overtime! ooooh shit, we'll discuss the other things later! sorry!” his voice wavers as he quickly zips himself up and wipes off the mess on your lower lip using his thumb, licking off his own come with a smirk. then, like nothing — satoru speeds off with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder, and his fly slightly open.

but over time, (and after multiple instances of satoru getting blown in the janitor's closet) the "one-time fucks" became more than just once. everywhere there'd be a private space — satoru was already pouting at you and putting on his best puppy dog eyes to plead for a quickie.

“awh, come on? we'll be super quiet!” he'd plead, hands clasped together. and you stupidly fell for it every time because of his cuteness.

he was not quiet at all.

the men's bathroom; the library, in a bedroom at a random frat dude's party you dragged him to — or anywhere else in fact.

though for the library, it was a lot riskier having to squeeze into the bookshelfs pretending you're looking for a specific novel while satoru behind you rubs his clothed and hard cock against your ass.

you're pretty sure those suspicious looks the librarian gave you two were connected to that.

soon, you found yourself more often than not getting drilled into the most excruciating position satoru loved having you in. which... you'd already observed from the first time you two did it — doggy style.

your back would be arched all the way while your sweet ‘tutor’ makes sure none of the "nut" he pumped in you spills out. he says it's better you don't waste what he gave you. he'd like to make a statement though that nut is an informal word to refer to his semen.. a total nerd even during sex.

one hand is stretched over your ass, occasionally slapping and squeezing the flesh in his palm. he's so amazed at the way it jiggles every time! he's never seen it before other than in the crappy porn videos he used to watch.. after all, you are his first fuck.

“woah, and i thought the jiggles were exaggerated.. like if they had a bbl!”

“satoru, what the fuck— just fuck me, you creep!”

satoru's so new to these things.. he thought there couldn't possibly be more things to learn. but if there were, he'd gladly be the student of your teachings.

satoru was the best multitasker there is. he was thinking of all the ways he could please you, all the while having his hands full of the vulnerability you entrusted to him. seeing you like this — having his virginity taken by you — it was perfect.

his other hand is busy cupping your leaking cunt, fingers pushing the drooling load back in. you could swear by the course of satoru's actions he wanted to see your stomach swell with his come.

was he seriously not tired yet? how much could you even take?

"you look real gorgeous like this.." he groaned, so engrossed in the sight of seeing his own come fill you up and droop out of your sensitive hole. so pretty..

“we'll never stop doing this, right? i'm so grateful to have you.”

yeah, never. even if he gets a girlfriend, right?

was it really wrong you wanted satoru back? he was the only one who knew how to fuck you right — and you were the only one who saw the person he was behind those enormous glasses when everybody treated him like a nerd with no life. and you're pretty sure you still have a bunch of discussions with him about sex-ed. (plus digimon)

and don't they have a saying that goes like, "a man never forgets about his first love" ?

so despite him having a girlfriend, he still sees you from time to time just to have his dick sucked or make you cream all over his cock. but there's still something so deep behind fucking satoru without her knowing her boyfriend's cheating on her. not for lust— hunger, nor his lessons.

because satoru doesn't treat the sex he has with you as just casual. he fucks you like he means it. and no matter what satoru might convince himself to think, he knows deep inside he's in love with you like a puppy is for their owner. he's just too much of a coward to acknowledge it!

guess he'll have to face it some time soon in another lesson, huh..

lesson 69: fuck your real girlfriend and start crying in the middle of sex as you confess your love for her.

⋮ wanting to grow old with modulo! yuuji was starting to become a problem. ׅ੭﹕﹒

note/s: request by: @chocoicecreame ! thank u for requesting <3

modulo! yuuji & fem!reader are in their early-40s in the first scenes, mostly angsty, pregnancy written for a short while

now playing.. sunshine baby ⋮ the japanese house.

it wasn't the fear of dying — you've been long over that since you signed up to love a man whose destiny can't be changed. no, you'd be more than happy to lie buried next to your husband's coffin. that's what growing old together meant, and it was the only thing you wished for after living a good life.

but in fact, what was different was you would never be able to.

that was what bothered you day and night. your eyelids would refuse to flutter into slumber thinking about it. you spent your time troubled over it, but soon you'd have to come to the acceptance that it won't happen.

you married yuuji knowing this. because regardless, you still loved him in every other way, even if it meant he was gonna live for years and years after this.

you would never be able to watch his face clutter with wrinkles just like yours — scars filled with love for you and your children. you'd never get to watch the progress of his hair turn snow white like yours — the strands holding memories that he should forget if he does turn old. but yuuji won't.

now that you have bags under your eyes — wrinkles on the side of your eyes; the color of ash slowly growing in and replacing the old, and a knack of being more irritated — you've grown.

beautifully, still, yuuji notes. he's told you over and over again how your beauty never fades, but he feels like it's never enough. you're still the same woman he's loved from the very beginning.

still the same woman who scolds him for leaving his things everywhere; the one who screams after seeing a bug — and still the same woman who he swore would be his first and last love. you're still the same you that yuuji fell for. the only one who he swore he'll be devoted to until the day he finally passes.

it never changes. he always gets so red when he stares at you for way too long! especially when your tongue pokes out whenever you're focused? it's got him in such a tangled-in-love daze admiring you.. do you really have to be that pretty?

the way your eyes folded to the way you gave him that distracting smile — it could send old-man-not-so-old yuuji into a shock! has he ever told you that you really make his heart ache? don't get surprised if suddenly he gets rushed to the hospital after spying on you!

watching you take care of the family you've made with him has him realizing these years he spent with you were worth it even if it would all painfully disappear in time. he's not ready to see anyone go. you knew what entailed the life you'll live if you chose yuuji — and still, you chose him.

it's bittersweet how yuuji knows he can only keep this love with you as memories because soon you'd fade too. no one can live for as long as him. and so, he'll watch everyone go without ever getting used to it. for you, he wants to be prepared for when it happens.

it should be normal to him — saying goodbye.

but if he could, he would bring you and his kids into the same cursed fate he has. it'll only be that time will tell if you get tired of putting up with yuuji for centuries.

“hold onto this feeling because you won't feel it for long.”

18 years ago, the weight of everything after each incident took a toll on him, and yuuji genuinely thought he'd never find anything or anyone that would make him feel better. at the very least, temporarily. everyone noticed the way the sunshine-boy changed, no one could overlook it.

he lost the people he cared about, and he was just a kid when it happened. he couldn't do anything to save them in time. still, yuuji blames himself for it.

nothing was everything to him.

but for the first time, he saw your eyes glimmering with the hope he used to have, eyelashes fluttering with happiness. your smile was equivalent to a thousand's — like the warm sun in a winter sky. yuuji felt a bump form in his abnormal heart. and you were.. nobara's friend?!

coming up with a reason to talk to you was like mission impossible for yuuji! he asked nobara about it, and all she did was absurdly laugh in his face for liking her best friend. of course, she ended up helping him anyway with talking to the love of his life, you! she's not that mean.

before you and yuuji even knew of it — you became young adults in love after a year of talking and pining — promising each other already that death won't do you two apart. yuuji told you everything about him, and you told him all about you, including the embarrassing stories. it was an instant connection. and if things didn't work out, then you'd try again. over, and over, and over again.

he liked the same things you liked.. he was determined and adorable.. and he was a gentleman? you almost complained to nobara for hiding a man like this from you for that long. how does he not have a girlfriend yet, anyway?

you had your doubts, but they were all eased away when yuuji proved himself to you that day.

that day — he watched the sunset beside you, holding your hand as your head lay on his shoulder. every view he'll take of the sun resting after this would be spent thinking of you in this moment. for many years to come, you would be the only one his heart would patter back to with every sunset.

“it's okay, yuu, i still wanna be yours even if i'd never get to die next to you!” you smiled, biting his shoulder. you said it with ease as if it was nothing. it hurt yuuji — so much — how you've already come to acceptance with his years even before thinking about it. he thought you were kind of insane for agreeing.

why were you so okay and ready with settling down with a man who doesn't even know how to die alongside you? wouldn't you want someone else who can?

yuuji whimpered at the sudden attack, looking over to you, pouting. “you're saying that already, we're only 22! let me marry you at least.. then we can worry about that later.”

then at 24, yuuji did what he said. he proposed to you on one knee and married you somewhere that didn't remind him of all the pain. he didn't say the vows that only death could separate you two — as yuuji knew nothing ever could. he'll carry your bones in his hands if he has to just to always be with you.

instead, the pledges he took were whispered softly in your ear, not for anyone else to hear.

“until i meet you in the next life.”

and even before the officiator could announce yuuji could kiss his bride — he was already lost too deep in your lips that sealed a love forever his and yours.

it was like any other kiss you've shared with your boyfriend husband. just clumsy yuuji, the nose bumping, the giggles in between, and the nod to go on a food date later. but it felt like the first time again.

the night spent as two married idiots was a messy blur. well.. things certainly did happen in that room. all you know was you woke up tangled in the blankets somehow, and yuuji was next to you still fast asleep — his suit completely tossed on the hotel's wooden floor. he was shirtless and drooling in his sleep.

the sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting a perfect shadow on your husband's face, his goofy saliva glistening in said light. a grin cracked your lips, your fingers reaching out to touch his cheeks.

yuuji stirs in his sleep, lashes fluttering open and seeing your big smile in front of his face. “mmph.. how are you already awake? it's like—” he lets your fingers graze his cheek, then he checks the time in his phone on the bedside table.

“7:03 am, baby.. go back to sleep, we have the whole day to ourself!” his hand crawled under the duvet, tickling your stomach, then finding its way to the curve of your ass.

it takes yuuji a second to realize — “oh, you're naked too.”

only a month after that night would you have thought you'd be carrying twins already. the signs didn't make it clear that it would happen. no nausea, vomitting in the morning, or anything else matter of fact — you couldn't even recall what happened that night, let alone know you were pregnant!

but knowing now it did, everything was starting to turn out to be a start for a life with yuuji. you can still remember the way you accidentally dropped the positive test in the toilet that day after finding out. anddd, you're not one to forget the time you told him and he broke his phone that he was holding in his hands out of excitement.

he took the utmost care for you throughout the whole experience. rushing to the convenience store to get the late night snack you suddenly craved after a dream; refusing to let you lift a single finger around the house, (oh yuuji would make such a fuss if you did) and always coming up to caress and talk to your growing belly.

“babe, would you let me name them itadori junior? and if it's a girl, yujin like—”

“try to and i will seriously divorce you.”

unfortunately, when the twins decided it was time on a random wednesday evening — yuuji was panicking more than you who's in pain while getting in the car.

once they were out, they looked.. absolutely nothing like you! and geez, you thought your babies would cut you some slack and at least have one feature of yours after that torturous journey. but no, they looked like their father who was currently crying his eyes out!

the same pink hair..

his brown eyes..

yep. they were an exact replica of yuuji. and they were both boys. yuuji couldn't be more ecstatic — but he really did wish they looked somewhat like you! couldn't they have taken after mommy too?

raising them wasn't the easiest either since they also took after yuuji's chaotic personality too. did they seriously not take any of your traits?

you sigh on every gloomy monday morning because you know you'd get called up to school again because your two boys had ‘accidentally’ punched another kid in the face. but whenever you and your husband got there — both of you knew damn well it wasn't an accident by the way they snickered.

the first time it happened, the school brushed it off as playfighting between children. but now for the nth time... the dean wasn't so sure about that anymore.

“hey, what did i tell you two? this is the fourth time this month.” yuuji groans in his hands, trying to tell them what they did wasn't right. keyword: trying.

“dad, you taught us to punch someone if they're disrespecting the people i cared about! didn't you do the same for mommy when a guy called her pretty—”

yuuji recalls those memories as ones that held a special place buried deep in his heart. if he knew how to build a dumb time machine to go back in time, he would. he'd do everything and anything to do so. he'd do everything and anything during those moments just to remember more in the future.

he'd scold his problematic little rascals with you over, and over again. the way you'd drag him into the bedroom and scold him for teaching your kids how to punch — yuuji would let you get mad at him over, and over again.

“this is your fault.” you'd sigh, glaring at your husband as his arms snake around your waist — his lips pressing on the side of your mouth and leaving an everlasting kiss.

but has it really been that long?

has it been 18 years since that? since you swore your peace next to his never-aging body, and gave him the best gift?

and now 40 years after. your hair would be completely white by this age, you'd be 80 like him. yuuji smiles to himself thinking about it. he dyed his peach hair into the color you and him were suppose to have just to feel okay normal.

snow and the first fall of it, blanketing the ground with the fluffy texture. he can still faintly remember the frigid temperature of the snow flakes landing on his cheek while you stood next to him, your hand in his pocket as he held onto it.

the clouds; ones that pass, ones that look like weird shapes as yuuji watches them from afar in his chair. you used to make fun of the odd ones that looked like animals or like a.. penis. yuuji can't help but let out a small grin every time he saw one that he knew you'd start hysterically laughing at.

the rice too, the specific taste and sensation of when you used to cook it. there was something really comforting about the way you cooked it! he can't really pinpoint why, but maybe it was just you who made it feel that way. you always have a way of making things seem a lot better than it originally is.

white — the color of yuuji's grief when he lost you.

he knows everyone in his life comes and goes. they can't live like him. but when you did, it felt like the end of the world. he lost someone again. that someone was you, the only hope he had in his life — the only one who brought it back.

it always happens over, and over again.

yuuji watched you in your sleep that night you passed, observing each rise and fall of your chest. the moon was brighter, leaving a shadow on your face. he remembers the morning after the wedding when you gawked at his sleeping conscience. it's not all that different now it's his turn to do so.

only when he did manage to fall asleep did you say goodbye. it felt almost intentional. he wishes he let insomnia eat him alive that cursed night so he could say his final ‘i love you’ to you, too.

he would be okay with anything, just not you taken away from him. love has turned yuuji selfish — you're the only thing he wants to keep for himself. but alas, he's glad you fell asleep forever peacefully.

your love will always hold him down. and soon — until the next life, indeed.

cw // notes: fem!reader, toothrotting fluff, cliché, reader & yuuji are hopelessly in love with each other

you hated attending your best friend's basketball games.

first and foremost, there was the stench of sweat lingering in the packed gymnasium. it made it almost unbearable to sit through and enjoy the play-off without paying half of the intended attention for the game to the smell itself.

even on yuuji as he comes up to you after finished games, you can clearly catch a whiff of the sweat on him.

"i will not hug you unless you take a shower first, yuu! i don't wanna smell like dirty socks, i just showered!"

"aw, come on! just a quick one to celebrate my win?"

... you fold instantly when he gives you those dumb puppy eyes and that irritatingly adorable frown.

"... fine, just a quick one—"

the hugs are almost always never quick.

second, with how hot it was in there — every time your arm bumped into another's in the seats — you felt their stickiness latch onto you. the moist sensation made your skin crawl and your face wrinkle in disgust.

especially on yuuji during the torturous hugs.

"yuuji! you said quick, oh my god!"

third and lastly — the fangirls. by far, the most annoying one out of the three. with everything yuuji did, they would squeal his name and fawn over him like it was phenomenal to move across the court. sure, there was nothing wrong with having fans, but what was the deal with yuuji having so many?!

it wasn't just fans either, even cheerleaders of his team and the other! they throw their best stunts whenever they receive news that he's playing like it'll change a damn thing.

and you love it, really, how yuuji is so supported by everyone. he trains hard and he's a pretty good player. you're pretty damn sure your best friend loves the attention too! he gets an ego boost knowing there'd be girls swarming him after every game.

but you hated it. it was.. bothering you, to say the least, having to try and focus without being distracted every minute by the screams for yuuji like they were in a badly budgeted film for teen romance.

you didn't hate it just because they were loud! i mean, sure, that's a factor... but maybe it was because there was something more that made it all the more intolerable to you. you didn't like it for a different reason.

"kyaaaa! did you see that? itadori yuuji just winked at me!" one of the girls shrieked in excitement.

point proven.. unfortunately.

and perhaps that started all the way to the time things changed in the way you saw yuuji. you don't know how or when it did — but it was clear to you that things weren't the same anymore.

how suddenly, when you woke up one morning, you found yourself seeing the boy you've always treated as a friend — as something different. as someone that wouldn't be just a friend.

yuuji always took care of you right. better than any of your friends or ex boyfriends. he was the only one who knew how to hold you properly. but you've never even seen it that way! because no, there was nothing more behind the way he looks after you. it was friendship.

yuuji holds your hand in crowds so you don't get lost — sometimes intertwined fingers, sometimes his palm catching yours. you always love the way his big hands warm yours.

he always has to have an arm wrapped around your waist if you two are outside, it's practically mandatory! you'd argue it wasn't necessary, but you loved every single second of yuuji doing it anyway.

he brings you your favorite food and comforts you whenever you're stressed and studying for midterms — moving astray strands of your hair from your face. you don't know how he knew all the stuff that made you feel so at ease even during exhuasting days — but you were glad he did, because you love him.

it's just what itadori yuuji did. he was a gentleman at heart, and there was nothing more ever to that. everything he did was him being him.

when suddenly, you realized that your heart beating at an abnormal pace when he did things for you wasn't something friends felt. it definitely wasn't common at all.

he used to do all of these things without you batting an eye at all! like it was routine — nothing to be shocked or flustered about.

but these days, yuuji was the only one making you feel like this.

before you even knew it — the game has already ended, and yuuji's team won thanks to him clutching the final shot. you're not quite sure if you paid the attention to the play itself, or more on the fangirls swooning over the bubblegum-haired player and your messy feelings for your best friend.

yuuji breathes out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair & pushing the stray strands away — heading over to the bleachers for some water. beads of sweat rolled down yuuji's temple, as he chugged down the whole bottle without stopping at all, his adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.

the perverted girls took pictures of yuuji who was completely oblivious to how good he looked in the moment, with it not being his intention to look hot at all. seeing them giggle and push each other to ask for his number almost made you want to douse your eyes in bleach. you can tell they're posting this on their story later.

“yuu.”

the mention of his nickname snaps him back to reality after downing two bottles, your voice immediately ringing something special within him. frankly, if someone else called him the way you call him — he wouldn't respond at all. like you pavlov'd yuuji into only acknowledging the way you said it.

“oh hey! i didn't know you came! i thought you said you were busy?” he tossed the empty bottles in the bin, water dribbling down his chin.

yuuji walked over to you with the biggest smile on his face, like it was conditioned to appear upon every time he greets you. you could assume a tail was wagging behind him too.

the air inside the room was then flooded by murmurs of: “who is that?” and hushed interest. the daydreaming stance of the fans was halted — as for somehow — yuuji seemed more excited and happy seeing you, than when he won the game for his team.

you weren't any different either. your cheeks flushed instantly upon the scene before you of yuuji getting eager to talk to you — biting back a beam and a corny joke.

“so.. where's my hug to celebrate?”

it's typical. it's cringe, cliché, and literally reminds you of those memes of men with their pick-up lines thinking they're hot. but instead of shuddering at the dumb gag, your face only turns more red unwillingly.

yuuji has an almost terrifying wide grin as he stood in front of you, and you can already tell he has a plan to irk you somehow. he always does.

so after a long minute of piercing a stare right through each other's eyes — yuuji makes the move. he places a hand on your head... and pats you?! he ruffles your hair and you groan in vexation, quickly swatting his hand away and fixing the mess.

the cringey-romantic interaction has everyone in the room furrow their eyebrows in disgust, gasping an implausible sound — pulling out their phones to start recording. you can feel their eyes land on you, the inescapable stares making it hard to even face yuuji normally.

“oh my gosh, yuu.. they're recording us.” you tug on yuuji's jersey, quickly hiding yourself from the cameras with your hand. it almost felt like you were an actual celebrity! ...except the only mini-celebrity here was your clumsy bestfriend who clearly just did everything he thought of doing despite consequences.

yuuji scans the room — blushing at the thought of being the face of a bunch of girls' videos. he's always dreamt of this, of course he has! girls swarming him and they love him? well, sign yuuji up for it then. he's no different than any teenage boy!

but now that you're here with him — it feels really different. like he doesn't want the attention of anybody anymore, but yours. it's felt like that for a while now. and just like you, yuuji doesn't know how or when every moment with you started to feel like this.

maybe on the day he got into a dumb argument with you. your tears fell slowly while you were still yelling at him, and yuuji swears he could still remember the way his heart tightened in his chest seeing you cry because of him. he'd call you a crybaby — but not when he's the one that caused it.

yuuji won't forget the way his palms caught the falling beads. his hands hugging your cheeks, thumb wiping away the rest that threatened to drop.

how over time, yuuji realized he wanted to be with you more and more every day without being bound to imaginary rules that ‘friends’ couldn't do this, blah, blah, blah. there were so many things to try with you, including stuff that only couples did.

eventually, yuuji blurred the line guarding the two things so much so that he ended up taking care of you how a boyfriend would. it seemed the same for you too, you were the best friend.. and girlfriend?

when over time, he knew the things he wanted to do with you meant that he saw you in a different way. surely the wishes yuuji made weren't normal — what friend would wish to be yours?

“oh, wait— sorry! forgot we weren't alone... lemme just take a shower real quick, then we'll head out for food since i'm kinda hungry.”

but before he could go, you yank his wrists back to you — eliciting a soft hum from him, and a croak from everybody else. you brace against on his shoulders, making yuuji stoop down a little to your level.

you've made the decision. you were gonna end this complicated bullshit of being whatever with the most oblivious loser, itadori yuuji. you've been itching to get a taste of your bestfriend anyhow and anyway.

did you think about this thoroughly? probably not.

are you still gonna do it? well, hell yeah!

your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing his face closer to yours. the way your heart thumped faster and faster seeing yuuji so up-front like this — fuck, you could almost mistake it was trying to claw its way out with how harsh it was pounding against your chest.

a crease formed in between his eyebrows, an undeniable grin drew his lips. yuuji held you by your waist, afraid to let you go. and for seconds, it was just you two admiring one another's features. the rhythm of your breaths collided — both hearts now beating way too quick.

the cheers of the fans rang in yuuji's ear miserably, but soon faded out as he only kept his focus on you now. he can smell the distinct scent of his cologne on your shirt.. had you sprayed it on yourself before you came here? your perfume smells way better though..

“you smell like me.” yuuji smiled, and you giggled lightly. it sounded so comforting. he could play that sound in his mind endlessly on repeat without ever getting tired of the little noises you make.

you were so gorgeous. his best friend is so gorgeous that it made him lose his shit and go red entirely.

then, yuuji closed his eyes first — leaning in, breath taken aback because of how excited he was. a pulse of uncertainty pattered, he was scared of making the wrong move. were you about to kiss him or did he take it wrong? was this a dream? yuuji really hoped it wasn't.

after what appeared to be the most excruciating seconds wasted on nothing, yuuji knows now he wasn't dreaming at all when his lips finally closed off the unbearable distance and tease. he was glad it wasn't.. otherwise asleep him would probably be kissing his pillow.

it was clumsy at first — why wouldn't it be when you're kissing the person you love? your noses bumped each other, inciting a breathy laugh amid the kiss. ultimately, confidence builds up and yuuji takes this as a chance to hoist you comfortably. also, was what he was tasting on your tongue his gum?

it was still awkward, but neither of you two pulled away until air finally ran out. you met yuuji's eyes, full of reciprocated devotion and delight. you rested your forehead against his, unevenly panting and loosening the grip on his wrist.

meanwhile, yuuji still refused to stop clinging onto you despite the heat. he wondered why he avoided this for so long. he didn't know he could have this with you.

by now, the nosy fans from afar have caught wind of the whole scene on their phones. you two will probably be posted on social media pretty quick.. also calling for a trip to the detention counsel if any of the teachers see it.

“are we still getting food? can we go to my favorite restaurant?” you quip.

“you ask me that after we just kissed? can't i kiss you more?” yuuji pouts, and all you can do is give him a look that says: ‘if i don't eat in under 8 minutes i will dissolve.’

“fine.. i'll get my other kisses later. and of course we are! this'll be our first real date, i'm not missing it. hold on— oh god, i'm not even in a suit!”

yuuji's been avoiding you. you haven't seen him since last week, and your needs as his girlfriend is making it too hard to ignore; not a single kiss, hug, or call.

sure, he'd text every once in a while... but every time you ran into him, he would bolt immediately with the flimsy excuse of having to meet ‘gojo-sensei’.

and at first, you believed it. maybe he was just busy with his missions or anything else related to it. but going through multiple days and suffering without an update from him or seeing his face — you've had enough. clearly, your boyfriend was touch-starving you on purpose if you still saw him with his friends.

if yuuji was cheating on you — you'll hit him and that skank! who was it? who has he been seeing? the least he could do was break up with you before finding someone else, geez!

8:03 PM, friday night. you lie in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with thoughts about him running all over your mind. you can't even believe there was still no say from yuuji himself. had he grown tired of you? surely not. usually on these types of days, you would be cooped up in bed with him, cuddling like you were about to merge into one another.

but unfortunately — the only thing you got out of the whole week subjected to absolutely no update from your boyfriend — was a sleezy candid picture of him training, sent by nobara two days ago. he wasn't even busy!

having been fed up with his antics, you decide to finally break the distance and send him a threatening loving reminder.

-

meanwhile, said cheating boyfriend itadori yuuji, stands facing the mirror — gauging his looks desperately. he ruffles his hair, then fixes it again, running his fingers through the silky strands. he groans in irritation upon realizing the time he's wasted trying his best to look good. these past few days have been.. quite a blur.

but now it's friday. a day he's supposed to be at his girlfriend's place like usual.

then comes a specific notification, a bell ringtone pings his phone. another follows.. and another. yuuji takes one look at his phone and sees it's you. at first, he's excited. he can feel the blood rush in his system.

however, the texts you sent.. uh oh.

“don't even bother itadori after u ignored me”

“u clearly love that actress more than me, go ahead jerk off yuuji”

“if u show up i will murder and dump u you asshole”

yuuji chokes in horror, “oh god, i am cooked.” indeed he was. you weren't half-assing one word. yuuji knows that whenever you're mad — it'd be like godzilla on the loose. he stares right back at himself in the mirror, smiling then frowning over and over again.

“these sssth-stupid braces! damn it— can't even meet my girlfriend.. i look like a geek!”

well, he got braces.

the teal-colored brackets shine in the light as yuuji fusses over them as if it'll do anything to fix the messy situation right now, sighing in exasperation. was he seriously about to get dumped? what the— he didn't mean to avoid you for that long!

yuuji's holding a bouquet of your favorite lush flowers in one hand, planning to apologize for everything and lying about why. but with how long he's taking drowning in self-pity — he'll be late. truth is, yuuji really didn't mean to ignore you. it's just that his smile is weird in these ‘dumb’ braces, and he thought you wouldn't like it at all, so he kindddd of hid from you without thinking about it thrice.

but now faced with the threat of you breaking up with him if he doesn't make things right — yuuji knows the only option is to finally man up and say sorry. (even if you murder him, and don't like his braces. it's better than ending up with no girlfriend at all.)

what if you end up hating it? what if you think he looks like a nerd? what if you end up leaving him for a better guy, and he has no braces, and he's cuter, and—

yuuji already hates his braces though he just got them two weeks ago. he thinks it completely nerfed his looks! worse, the idiot he is, he even ignored his girlfriend who he loves because of it! he's messing up real bad with the choices he's making.. but not to fret, he's getting ready to win you back.

it took about an hour for him to get to your apartment with the traffic, but he's here. he knows you told him not to come — but what idiot wouldn't? he loves you for god's sake, and if that means having to show you his braces, then he'll do it in the name of love. you're the one person he'll never want to lose.

yuuji clears his throat as he's now in front of your door, mind wracked with every possible scenario that might play out. you kissing him and accepting the apology.. or you slamming the door in his face! it doesn't matter which one, as long as he gets your forgiveness and gets to prove to you how much he loves you despite being a total dumbass.

straightening his suit and fixing his tie, all the while gripping the flowers tight in his hand, yuuji's more nervous than he's ever been in his whole entire life facing his pretty girlfriend who's pissed. if he's dying tonight, he's glad it'll be in your hands.

one light knock — he lets it stay silent for a while, then does another. just as he was about to raise his hand for a third one, your furrowed eyebrows and cold stare greets him.

“babe—”

slam!

the words don't even make it out of his mouth before you've already closed the door on yuuji just like he predicted. you chose the latter, unfortunately for him. he doesn't blame you at all, he was an asshole for leaving you hanging without saying anything at all. this won't stop him though, unfortunately for you.

“i'm sss-sorry! goddamn it..” yuuji yells from outside. his words trail off with a lack of confidence. you can hear it even as you're back in the living room with how loud he was. for some reason, you think you can hear a lisp at the start of ‘sorry’. and you thought you just heard wrong — but when yuuji apologizes again with his voice raised to the max and messes up the s, you know it's not your hearing.

your phone rings, and you see the caller id reading: “yuu <3”. you slowly pick up though your pride refused to — voice already lacing itself with annoyance and unmistakable excitement. he ignored you for a whole week. he can't just show up now!

“what is it?” you sigh.

“baby, m’ sorry. open the door, please. i'll explain!” he begs, and you can hear the ‘s’ softly whistle. you'd have to admit, it was pretty cute. but in regards that, you wonder why exactly yuuji's speaking like this. you're pretty sure when you met him he didn't have a lisp.. unless you had the hearing of an old woman to not notice it first-hand.

you quietly trudge back to the door, twisting the knob and leaving the door ajar, enough for you to peak out and see yuuji.

and there your fool-of-a-boyfriend is, clutching his tie and the bouquet while he stands awkwardly just a few distances away from the door. his pink hair is combed, different from when it's always a little messy. (in a good way)

he walks closer hesitantly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

yuuji holds out the flowers for you to take, and you scoff — but ultimately accept it. butterflies swarm your stomach though you're supposed to be mad at the idiot. it seems like your heart was betraying you and was siding more with him. you can feel your cheeks heat up when his eyes meet yours.

“explain. now, cheater.”

“i wasn't cheating, babe! i could never. i love you, and you only. i—”

huh.

you notice it immediately when he smiled uncontrollably upon seeing your face flush, stuttering when he realized he was being cheesy. you were so gorgeous — yuuji wondered how he even survived avoiding you. he was the luckiest guy ever, and he decided to ignore the woman of his life? the great thing he was about to lose if he didn't stop being such a dimwit.

“smile for me.” you order, and yuuji obeys instantly, giving you the cutest beam ever. the teal braces suit him so well it was almost aggravating how handsome your boyfriend was. he was so adorable grinning ear-to-ear, ruining his hair now by ruffling it.

finally, your giggle cuts through the unbearable silence. by now, you've forgotten why you were mad exactly. your hands come up to cup yuuji's cheeks, squishing them playfully in your palms.

“you look like such a geek, yuu.”

“i know.. it's weird.” he pouted, melting into your touch. you pull him inside, closing the door behind you.

before you could even tell him that it wasn't weird at all — yuuji sweeped you off your feet and scooped you into his arms, his hands carefully hoisting firm support beneath your legs as he walked over to the couch.

to him, he feared you would hate how it made him look like a nerd. he was so shy about it. but to you, his braces took your breath away. he was so effortlessly attractive, and he didn't even realize it.

then, yuuji cautiously sets you down with grace; like you were too delicate for him to hold any longer because you'd shatter. he questioned the rhythm in the air first before leaning in closer — so much closer his warm breath tickled the crook of your neck. yuuji's hands settling on a comfortable spot on your hips, tenderly squeezing them in his palms.

your fingers find their way to his messy pink hair, mindlessly twisting and playing with the strands. yuuji can feel the way you're holding him nearer than the way you did earlier — closing his eyes and insuppressibly smiling to himself. he missed this bad. the moron he was decided to run away from this? from you?

“do you really like my braces?” yuuji mumbles, still buried where he could smell your perfume the most. you smelled like really good, like him in a way — and like your shampoo that he loves inhaling the scent of whenever you finish showering.

there was a slight pause before you responded, with the concerned yuuji lifting his head up and raising a brow at you, waiting for an answer. if you say no right now, he might just get them off early already.

you grin, “i do! you look cute with them, i swear. my geeky boyfriend. you're lucky you know — i'm still mad at you, and yet here we are.”

it takes him a quick realization to acknowledge the fact you're completely right. well, not that you're ever wrong anyway. happy wife, happy life. (he'll marry you soon, trust)

also, luckily for yuuji, you quickly forgot about the way you were mad at him just by seeing his braces! he was saved from the intended scolding sessions and the silent treatment because of the one thing he disliked the most. did he really have that effect on you?

he knows you weren't irritated anymore.. and you knew you couldn't stay annoyed by him for that long anyway. it was impossible for you two to get frustrated at one another even if it were a big fight. you were weak for yuuji — and he was weak for you too.

“i swear i won't be a idiot anymore to you.. my gorgeous queen. i don't wanna be okay without you. also, i love you more than whichever actress you're talking about...” yuuji blushes, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

“stop the flattery you suck-up. hey wait.. so if it was jennifer lawrence— get out!”

“i haven't even said anything yet!”

pairings: itadori yuuji x reader x fushiguro megumi

cw: all characters are 20+ as timeskip, reader greedy af but that's okay, cheating, slight angst, suggestive, implied 3some, implied sex, parallels.

pt. 1

YOU NOTICE THE WAY his eyes stain every part of your body. each stare leaves marks you know you can't scrub off in the shower no matter how hard you try. it should be disgusting — filthy and sinful how megumi can't keep his eyes off you — but it's something else.

something filled with guilt and desire.

it's wrong, it's supposed to be. it wasn't an invitation for you to get closer to him — but it sure felt like it was with how it came off.

the glares held a secret inside only you could read. it's the same discrete message you see from men at bars or clubs asking for hook-ups. but no, it wasn't solely out of lust. you just don't know what else it was.

anyhow, you'd never cheat on your boyfriend !

YOU NOTICE THE WAY megumi looks away when you kiss yuuji, grunting and huffing about ‘being in public’ and how it was indecent.

it always happens when you taint yuuji's lips the shade of your lipstick, giggling when he complains lightly but kisses you back. or when you wrap your arms around his neck while he holds on to your waist and whisper an ‘i love you’ in your ear. his eyes don't linger for much when it happens. you know it's not just because it was indecent.

you love the way yuuji never hesitated to show his love for you. how his big arms engulfed your body — how he made sure to check on you every single day, bombing you with texts asking about your day; how he worshipped your body during the nights his hands can't remain where they were, and how he promised every day was gonna be spent falling in love with you more and more.

you love the way megumi knows how to take care of you. how he cooks your favorite food on bad days — how he always brings chocolate when your cramps were killing you, never invalidating your emotions and pain; how he worshipped your body in secret when you take him in for a hug, and how he swore to himself that the next day was gonna be spent forgetting about his love for you so that it won't make his heart ache anymore. it was platonic — of course it was.

yuuji loves the way he knew he was purely in love with you. from the first day you met, he felt like a train ran over his leg when he saw how gorgeous you were. you were unreal — model-level kind of beauty! he thought you were from a magazine for a photoshoot or something.

then when he got to know you, the night kept him up as he remembered the way you laughed, and how you liked the same things he liked. by then, yuuji already knew he wanted to spend his time with you. he knew he loved you the moment you started talking about the stupid “human earthworm” movie with him.

he loves the way there was never a silent moment with you — how you made noises when he kissed your neck, protests and whatnot, and when you were bickering over hypothetical questions as if you were really in the situation.

“hypothetically, what would you do if i died and you had to get a new girlfriend?”

“trick question! you wouldn't die, and i wouldn't get a new girlfriend.”

but from a distance, it wasn't just yuuji who loved you.

megumi hates the way he felt about you; how he realized his brain kept steering back to you even when he didn't want it to. how his heart endured the endless thoughts about you — how he so badly wanted to tell you everything he kept bottled for years now. it felt like needles piercing his heart trying to just talk to you without overthinking everything he has to say.

the day and its sun imprinted an evident message to his brain — he was already in love with you.

he hated the silence with you — but never did anything to fill it. oh how he wanted to hear your voice. when you hummed a soft tune; when you rambled on and on about stuff you found interesting, when you thought he was too grumpy to find a girlfriend, and when you told him yuuji trusts megumi to take care of you if he disappears.

“‘gumi, am i too loud? some people said that—”

“no. who told you that?”

-

“have i talked too much?”

“keep talking. i'm listening.”

megumi hates the way you look. it's blinding, distracting at most times. he doesn't know how someone or something could be that ethereal. but here you were — not a being with wings, but a glow from you exists like an angel in the sun. the beauty in your eyes was never boring to admire — megumi wondered if it held the same feelings he had deep inside, or if they somehow had at least just a little bit of love respect for him.

he could never, you were all yuuji loved.

it shouldn't happen. it shouldn't exist. there was nothing behind your eyes when you looked at him. only for yuuji, did it appear. you were his best friend's love — megumi would never forget that.

but you were his too.

and if he loved you too, then that just means he'll have to do it in the silence he hates.

you love the way yuuji kisses you. it's reassuring, soft, and filled with promises. you know it all too well when he presses a quick one to your forehead, then one again under your eye. on rainy days when you're under his umbrella, you have to threaten with an ‘affection ban’ so yuuji doesn't pull you into the rain and kiss you right there .ᐟ

the way it lingers after the heat dissipates and he's groaning above you — the kisses send thrills all over your trembling body. you tell him to pull out, but the words only string into a broken moan as yuuji fills every crevice of your walls with his “love”.

“oops..”

megumi thought you didn't know he liked you. he always kept to himself and never said much. no one would be able to suspect a pretty lady has caught his eye just from the looks of it.

but on one sunny day in particular — you broke the barrier between you two. no walls anymore that megumi had built to keep you away, breaking the penetration of hesitation and awareness. it was unforgettable, something ridden with a guilty conscience and a morality compass megumi strictly enforced. he wasn't supposed to like it.

you initiated the kiss that day. perhaps you didn't think much about what this would bring. consequences, fear, and an everlasting memory of a remorseful kiss. megumi's first thought was ‘was he too obvious?’

he wasn't. you knew all along. you just didn't want him to stop liking you.

megumi froze when you leaned in, your hands bracing on his broad shoulders as you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his. he was a flustered mess deep inside, but he held it in. then, his hand came up to the back of your head, pushing you deeper in the clashing of tongues. it was like he forgot you weren't his.

it doesn't happen much, but you love the way megumi kisses you first when you two are alone. it's lewd and unrestrained. it's not the same when he pins your arms against your back with one hand — and tugs your hair into a quick ponytail gently in another. on the days where it's just you and megumi's gloomy, hesitant self, you have to personally initiate the kiss or else he won't make a move on it at all.

the way it lingers after the way you have to stop megumi who's buried in between your legs — with the man refusing to leave his “meal” without eating it all up first! he won't waste anything you've given him despite your pleas.

the kisses send sin and regret throughout. you wanna tell him to stop, but the words never leave your mouth.

“not done yet. i told you, didn't i? be good and stop squirming away from me.”

it was horrifying when you came to the conclusion that you couldn't possibly choose just one! and it wasn't a matter of ‘crave’ only — as slowly as it took, your heart was yearning for megumi too. he was a good boyfriend too..

during late nights when you can't fall asleep, your mind wanders back to the men in your lives. it always flickers to them. you didn't know how you'd confront it, let alone finally confess the grave doing of cheating to your boyfriend. you regret it a lot, letting your feelings for megumi wreck your relationship. you know what you did, but you know loved the two either way.

IT'S ALMOST DISGUSTING how when you finally manage to go to sleep, you dream of both yuuji and megumi taking turns worshipping your body, leaving kisses all over, whispering praises.

“pretty..”

“fushiguro, stop hogging my lady!”

it's what you want; what you fantasize about when you're with one or the other. hands grope you everywhere desperately, teasing each part carefully — with calloused fingers tickling you lightly. it's almost terrifying how the duo knows how to work together pleasing you without even talking.

cheating is wrong n' all.. but it's not your fault you wanted both, right? plus, having another boyfriend isn't that bad if yuuji knows about it! the only problem is telling him..

“fushiguro, if you ever need a girlfriend, we should share mine!”

is he insane?

well, you were about to admit it anyway.

he hated the way he wished you were his.

megumi often found himself drowning in guilt for looking at you the same way yuuji did — with stars in his eyes, admiring every feature on your face. he thought they were what completed you, like they were the final strokes on a canvas.

he really wasn't supposed to. megumi stole quick glances when you were too busy laughing, smiling, having fun with him.

he yearned to touch you the same way yuuji did — with love. he wanted to be the one keeping you in his arms, kissing you like it's the end of the world, and holding your hand so you don't get lost in crowded places.

on late nights when megumi can't fall asleep, he imagines it's you who he's wrapping in a tight hug, instead of his dumb pillow.

he dreams of pressing a soft kiss to your temple, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and inhaling the scent from your perfume. you giggle, pushing megumi away and protesting in embarrassment.

when he wakes up in the morning, he fantasizes it's you hugging his waist from behind as he gets ready in the morning — instead of the guilt that haunts him from wanting his best friend's girlfriend.

megumi told himself this was harmless. it was nothing more than a fleeting crush. it would pass, just like any other flu he's ever had.

and yet every time megumi created visions of you being in place of the regret and sin, he enjoyed it. he fed himself full with the dreams of it — knowing each time it was wrong — but never knowing what was right enough to stop it.

the cold drops of water trickled onto megumi's face, with every bead containing more and more weight to bear every time.

he groaned into his hands — wanting to push away the shameful fabrications of you with him right now. but it persisted, and it came back more disgusting than the last.

megumi pictured your hands tenderly exploring his body, caressing and tracing every mark and scar he found hideous and inhumane. that he'd sigh into your touch, relaxing every muscle, hands resting on your waist. he'd wash your hair, and you'd wash his.

that he would be the one you said “i love you” to,

that megumi would call you his, even if you were yuuji's.

👀

the first time you saw his eyes twinkle, and his smile fill the room — your heart fluttered uncontrollably against your chest without even knowing his name. ‘who was that’ were your first utterance of the atmosphere around itadori yuuji he seemed to make the world bend around him with his odd but sincere personality. anddd, even you.

your head spun trying to figure out how he could make you feel like this! it was so confusing — how your cheeks would flush when you saw him being loud again with his friends — how it took everything in you not to bump into yuuji just to make a dumb excuse about being in one of his classes.

until the time you knew you were fucked when you realized your heart now tries to jump out of your chest every time you're near him. it was almost pathetic how it did.

and you were.. a stranger to him..?

at least you were three years ago. pining, and pining, and pining — you decided it would be futile if you didn't at least befriend yuuji. then, you confessed every little bump your heart felt for him. you remember the way he looked at you in the light, eyes glimmering, again, but now with an emotion he didn't know he was feeling.

a beam tugged on the corner of his lips, it was sweet — ridiculously so.

“woah! i like, never thought you would never like me back. wait — i'm such an idiot, i should've confessed to you first.” yuuji suddenly stood up from his seat, hand coming up to his mouth to cover an unstoppable goofy, smile. he felt his knees going weak, blushing profusely as you avoid yuuji's relentless stare.

now, it's been two years since you started dating yuuji itadori. and he was the best boyfriend imaginable.

he always did everything for you even though you insisted you could do it yourself. it's not that he trusts you! really — he trusted you the most out of everyone in his life. yuuji did it because he wanted to do it.

he never let you tie your shoelaces. whether you're about to bend over to tie it, he's already getting down on one knee to do it for you. yuuji cooks for you too, he's an excellent one at say. he knows what you like and dislike — and he makes sure to curate all of those into the dishes he prepares for you.

but one thing's been prominent. you've never gone any further with yuuji other than hand-holding and affirming words here and there. and lately, it's been bugging you more than back then. guilt coarses through your brain painfully each time you're reminded of what being a girlfriend to yuuji truly means. of what you should be doing to make him happy. because being a good partner means having to warm up to it, right?

and you tried. you really did. every attempt came out ridiculously embarrassing and awkward.

when yuuji kissed you during a movie night, you felt your head burn up with discomfort, hands gripping the sheets tighter with each second as you tried to last for him. you needed to bear the uneasy feeling you had to be a good girlfriend.

eventually as he leaned deeper, tears welled up in your eyes, slowly running down your chin. yuuji wasn't dumb enough to notice — he pulled away instantly, scanning the way your lower lip quivered, and your hands shaking as it loosened the grasp.

“yuu, m’ sorry.. i can't—”

“shit—fuck, no it's my fault for not asking first. oh god, i'm so fuckin' sorry, baby.” yuuji fumbled, his breath hitching as he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

it was stupidly frustrating how you wanted to be the perfect girlfriend for yuuji. and yet, you couldn't even do this.

exams were over, and you planned to surprise yuuji with chocolate in his classroom, already mapping out how he'd give you the cutest smile ever for something so simple. then, you hear his friend's voice just as you were about to enter.

“yo man, why's your girlfriend so.. you know..? s’ jus’ weird man, how you two've been dating for two years now, and you're still not getting any action. do you even get a boner around her?” he laughs, chewing on his protein bar as he stares at yuuji with slight judgement.

there was a sting to his friend's words. it landed on you worse than anything could. it was awful — how to you, it felt like having your love for yuuji torn to shreds, when all of what he said wasn't a lie. it didn't stray from the truth. you didn't know why you felt this way when he was just stating what he thought was real.

your fingers clasped your shirt, heart beating faster n' faster until you can hear the way it sounded. what was yuuji about to say? you wouldn't blame him if he agreed. you wouldn't blame him if he left you. it's just the thought of it that scares you — taking your breath away in bitter protests. all you have to do is brace yourself for it.

“it's none of your business. mind your shit. i'm happy with my girlfriend.” yuuji spat, storming out of the room — only to bump into you in the hallway.

he could tell by the look on your face, you heard everything.

“i'm sorry, yuu.. i'm sorry for not being able to do those with you —”

“babe, why are you saying sorry? s'not your fault, baby. it doesn't matter to me if we kiss or not. i'm happy where i am with you, i'm not lying, you know. kisses or sex don't matter to me at all if i just have you.” yuuji notices the way your face contorts in a mix of humiliation and guilt, fidgeting with your fingers as you let out a sigh of both relief and unease.

he wasn't lying. yuuji could never lie to you.

you hesitate before speaking, judging the way your voice was drying, and a lump was forming in your throat made of a loss of pride. “still.. i'm your girlfriend, i should! i'm... i don't know, yuu, i'm a coward. i just wanna make you happy.”

“you do make me happy! you don't have an obligation to do shit jus' because you're my girlfriend — even if they say you do.”

there he is again. that same, dumb smile, and the look in his eyes that made you fall for him.

“i want you to be with me without thinking about this every single damn time. you don't have to force yourself doing things you don't wanna do. you can do them when you wanna. you're enough as you are.” he continues, humming in assurance as now, his thumb lightly grazes over your knuckle. just enough to comfort you, nothing to step over your boundaries.

then, silence.

“okay. itadori yuuji, thank you for making me happy. you are the best boyfriend, truly. but did you fight with a sharpie? you have ink all over your face.”

yuuji's eyebrows raise, quickly pulling out his phone from his pocket, eyes widening in horror as he sees the splash of jet black ink on his face. giving you the silliest grin, and the most adorable laugh, you finally crack a small & quiet giggle.

“guess my girlfriend has to buy me ice cream now jus' to make me feel better?”

“whatever, nerd..”

it didn't take anyone to be einstein to figure out how close you and yuji were. from a far distance, people could already judge how inseparable your duo was.

wherever you went, yuji was following closely behind like a puppy. and wherever he went, you made sure to always stay on call with him. they always said you two acted like siblings—bickering nonstop, annoying each other, and sharing everything.

his spiderman hoodie, long gone, you've made it yours.. and you're already wearing it! your snacks weren't safe from yuji either, you always caught him half-way through the bag by then.

but it was unhinged to the bone how much yuji didn't want your relationship with him to be seen that way. he hated when people chalked it up to just bestfriends, then teased you together with megumi! and maybe, that was the truth. you didn't see him the same way. and if he confessed now, he would risk losing the friendship over his dumb feelings.

yuji wanted to be with you all the time. not in a friendly manner. he wanted to hold your hand without hesitating over what you thought about him. he wanted to hug you—take you in his arms, and trail kisses all over your body to show you he didn't want to be just friends. he hated it when you were insecure of yourself. yuji saw you as the prettiest girl in his eyes! but jennifer lawrence—

no, fuck that, he decides one day. damn, when he saw you, he couldn't get you off his mind for hours. you looked so damn good in his clothes. not even jennifer lawrence could make him feel like this, and everyone knows he's down bad for her! you were officially the hottest woman to itadori yuji.

he'd make such a good boyfriend. he knows of it.

and only if you saw it that way.

“do you ever get tired of people calling us siblings?” you huff, your eyes flickering over to yuji who's actually watching the movie.

it's been on your mind since forever.

“nah. do you?” yuji's lying, and you can tell.

“stop lying to me.”

“i'm not!” he grits his teeth, twiddling with his thumbs as your glare gets more intense with each passing second. should he tell you the truth? won't you be weirded out? he'll jump out of the balcony to escape in horror and humiliation if you do!

after a long pause and battling with his uncertainty, yuji makes the bold decision to go big or go home. he'll confess to you right now—he can worry about what happens next.

“... okay fine, i do. i hate it every time. idon'twantustobefriends! i want more. and it's fine with me if you don't see me the same way.” he scrambles, his words coming out a blur with how quick he said them.

for a while, the room goes silent. the movie's noise plays in the background, but it feels like the world had just stopped for the two of you only.

then comes a giggle. a soft one. yuji's ears tingled upon hearing it, you sounded so adorable. it was familiar; the same one you'd give him when he was acting like a loser.

“you're such a dork, itadori yuji. and such a coward.”

before he could even defend himself, you crawled on top of him—your lips finding the corner of his mouth. a light peck, then it turns into a bunch. your lip gloss doesn't stain much, but yuji can feel every mark you left on his face. his hands settle on your waist to keep you steady, blushing profusely from your swarm of kisses.

finally, yuji takes the initiative to kiss you. properly this time.

his tongue dances with yours gently, letting you take the lead despite him wanting to do so. he nips your lower lip softly, a faint moan escaping in between the kiss.

yuji could taste the cherries on your tongue you snacked on earlier before all this, groaning in delight when you lean in further, closing the proximity between you and him. a thin, wet thread connected itself when you pulled away to breathe—then broke immediately when yuji carefully tugged you for more.

his hand explored every sentiment of your body, tracing the parts where you were insecure about, making sure to give them extra love when he touched you. how could you not see your own beauty?

when you ultimately manage to get away from your kiss-obsessed, ‘bestfriend’ yuji, you look at him in the eyes, panting and giggling.

“.. did you bring a condom, yuu?”

cw: logic doesn't matter since toji shouldn't be able to get sick but hey! nobody's dead au because imma pussy, dom!toji, fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, light hair pulling, dirty talk, spanking, (once) overstimulation, dacryphilia, power imbalance, touch starved toji, (and hes kinda a freak) cowgirl, unprotected sex, cervix kissing, praise and degradation kink, creampie.

“where are you, ‘ji? you told me you'd be here any minute now—wait.. don't tell me you stood me up again for another job!” you yell through the phone, irritation laced in your voice. you've been waiting for the man to show up for 30 minutes now. if toji was gonna ditch you and act like he wasn't—then he should just stop being a wuss and tell you, geez!

the clock on your phone ticked closer to the estimated time toji told you he'd come, with each passing second only leaving you to grow more agitated.

meanwhile, on the other end, your boyfriend is suffering from a common cold that he thinks is the end of his life. he's never gotten sick he gives you a measly sigh, mumbling words you can't even discern due to the bad signal echoing his words into pure nonsense.

toji presses the phone to his chest, the back of his hand coming up to his forehead to wipe away his sweat. he feels like his mind is spinning—his body aching, and the unbearable frigid temperature of the room making him shiver.

“shit.. right, my date.” he groans, trying to stand up from his bed. but it seems like his body's got other plans.

your eyebrows knitted in confusion hearing the rustling and the gloomy noises over the phone. well, it's not like there's ever been a time your boyfriend wasn't gloomy.

toji coughs, then grunts in exhaustion, still making dull attempts at dragging himself towards the shower to get ready. you notice it immediately when he speaks sluggishly—some words about “being there in __ minutes” and that he just has to take a quick run under the water.

but clearly, your healthy and superhuman boyfriend is too sick to even get out of bed.

“‘ji, nevermind! just stay there, date's called off. don't worry about it!” you sputter, standing up from the cafe's comfy chair, and now fast-walking to his place. now you feel bad for yelling at him just earlier! if you knew he was this out of his usual self, you wouldn't have repeatedly tried calling his phone out of sheer panic that he's died in a mission without even saying “i love you.”

but you're glad he picked up. you're glad that he's just feeling under the weather on a sunny, saturday noon, and nothing else.

toji's lost, rightfully so, when you tell him it's suddenly cancelled. but he doesn't question it. he wouldn't have energy to either way. all he knows is he's glad he can have a little bit of shuteye today, even if it means being unable to see his girlfriend, and dealing with the misfortune of being ill.

but one thing's obvious—if you want toji to actually be on time for dates next time, you're gonna have to do some magic to help cure his fever faster. and one of those perks includes nursing a duty where you give the grumpy sea-urchin more love!

so now here you are, with the determination of a rock—standing on his doorstep and frantically searching for the keys to his dorm in your messy purse. you know for sure all toji's plans have to include are sleeping for the whole day while waiting for his flu to go away on its own.

ultimately, you couldn't find the keys anywhere even if you set down your purse and dumped out all of its contents. a knock comes in—then two, three—unhurried but persistent.

toji thinks it's the annoying kids ding-dong ditching on his door again and he's just about ready to tell either of them off as he slips on his shirt and weakly trudges to the door.

“damn kids— i swear to fucking god, leave my door y’ brats—" but instead of seeing and hearing a bunch of children sneering and giggling, toji's greeted with his girlfriend looking him up ’n down.

without saying a word, you lightly push the dazed toji out of the way, heading to his room. and when you get there—it's exactly how you expected it. pillows all over the floor, crumples of paper barely making it to the bin, and the weird atmosphere only a person with a cold has in their room.

“it's so…” you trail off, side-eyeing toji who has followed right behind you. he says a few excuses, then crosses his arms—leaning against the doorframe.

“y’ shouldn't have come.”

“anddddd, why?”

“i'm sick. y’r gonna catch it from me. jus’ go home.” toji grumbles, shuffling and plopping right back on to the bed, placing his palm over his forehead to keep his hair out of his eyes. his body felt unbelievably hot—but his senses told him otherwise with a slight shiver to the chilly breeze of the ac.

he was so pitiful when he was ill, it was almost adorable.

you giggle, tossing your purse aside to the desk before laying down with toji who reluctantly—warily—tries to distance himself from you.

“what are ’ya doing?”

“you're acting as if i'll die if i catch it. ‘ji, jus’ let me be near youuuuu!” a whine escapes your mouth as now, toji's further away from you. as much as he loves you and wants to hold you right now, he doesn't want you getting sick because of him. he's doing everything he can to resist the urge to pull you closer to him. if you end up falling ill—do you know how much that would make him feel bad?

but you weren't gonna to let your miserable boyfriend suffer alone, isolating himself in the darkness of his room! you inch closer despite the warning—so much closer that now—your faces are just one pinky finger away from one another. you can feel toji's hot breath on your neck as you finally close in on him, snaking your arms around his stiff body.

it takes toji a few seconds to get used to it, but eventually, his body swallows yours in a tight hug—resting his chin on top of your head. he has just completely disregarded his words previously. and as much as toji didn't want you to be near him, he craved to be close to you.

truthfully, toji couldn't bear the thought of having you right there next to him without being able to touch you—the thought of his stubborn attitude keeping you away was terrifying.

“… suit yourself. don't blame me if you wake up feeling bad next week.” he murmurs, levering you nearer to him.

an hour lapses, the incessant ticking of the clock making it obvious. 4:30 pm, and toji has long fallen asleep to your touch. you're still squished against him, but over the course of sleep— your back is against his chest. you can feel the heat radiating from toji, with each fleeting second, his fever getting worse.

you noticed it instantly the moment toji started breathing too hard in his sleep, gritting his teeth so harsh that it just might hurt him. you stand up to get medication and a cold cloth for toji—only to be pulled back into bed with ease by your supposed sleeping boyfriend, straddling him as you try to get away from his undeterred grip.

“don't go.”

“‘ji, i'm gonna go grab your meds—”

you're cut off when suddenly, toji's hands find its way up his your shirt, the warmth of his palms making you flutter as now, they lay comfortably on your lower stomach.

then, they trail higher, with each brush of his fingers making you quiver. soon, they find your breasts despite the teasing and the prolonging. toji cups one of them, eliciting a soft moan from you when he purposely grazes over your nipple.

“y’ain’t wearin’ a bra?” he huffs, twisting the buds feebly in between his index and the pad of his thumb.

“n-no.. ‘ji, stop, you're such a perv.” you squirm under toji's touch, but the stern hold he has on your ankle is enough to hold you down on his lap. still, his other hand is occupied carressing your tits, while the other toys with the anklet he bought for you on your anniversary when you mentioned you wanted one.

at last, toji's hand slips out from under your shirt, now leaving your nipple hard and overlooked—and you think this is the end of it—untiiiiil, before you can say anything, you feel two fingers hook behind your shorts, then tugging on it until you feel yourself completely exposed from behind.

you gasp, the nippy breeze hitting your ass. you feel your legs threatening to give up as toji uses his middle and ring finger to gently rub your cunt against the pink panties—moaning in satisfaction, though the hindrance between his digits and your pussy is still there.

then, toji withdraws the attention to your sopping cunt to tease you, watching how you desperately try to angle your hips back into his touch for more. if you were reluctant about it earlier, you aren't anymore with how you were gradually wetting the fabric of your panties with arousal.

toji chuckles, the heat from his fever still isn't going down, and surely this won't help any further. maybe it'd make it worse too considering the fact bodies create more heat during sex. but his desire to feel your walls clamping down on him one way or another is too hard to disregard. he just wants to see you cry first before he gives you it.

“‘ji.. please, more,”

“be quiet. ’ya wanna help me get better, yeah?” he slaps your cunt, smirking when you winced and cower to being stroked with friction alone.

“i do, but—”

“then don't say a word and just take it. if you speak, i'll stop.” finally, your boyfriend tugs your panties to the side—and toji wishes he could see your pretty pussy writhing under his touch. his thumb takes the first stroke to your pussy, spreading your wetness all over his digit, then leads them up to his mouth. your breath hitches when toji licks your arousal off of his fingers like it was candy that stained his fingers.

“tell me, why y’ ain't wearin’ a bra? did ’ya go out like that?” you were about to answer, when his words tracked itself back in your brain. you stay quiet as toji continues his little game with your pussy, his knuckle occassionally nudging your clit— the stimulation from it making you whine under your breath. in response to his question, you merely shake your head ‘no’.

his middle finger enters slowly, sending flutters throughout your body. you feel the tightness of your velvety walls clenching too hard on him already, and the coursing lust enveloping the room in moist, hot air. you mewl in both irritation from being unable to take it fully, and pleasure from how toji knew just how to toy with you with only one.

after great delay, your walls take toji's finger entirely, though it leaves you a crying mess in front of your mean boyfriend who can't help but laugh at you. his free hand lifts your chin up, using his thumb to wipe away a few tears from your eyes. toji pecks your forehead, whispering praises in your ear as his greed & lust take advantage of the attention on him to slide another digit inside your cunt without you realizing it. this time, it moves in you without problem.

“that's right.. just focus on me.” toji's voice is low and husk—his sharp canine occasionally bumping & poking the tip of your ear, just enough to avoid tickling you. you can feel the way toji is rutting against you, his cock, bulging, begging to be freed and noticed in his sweatpants. he was so absurdly hard that you could feel him throbbing every single time you made a sound for him.

toji's digits thrust in 'n out of you, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. he curls them tauntingly, exciting an eager sob out of you—burying your cries in his tear-drenched shirt. you're getting close, he judges. his room—once glum and quiet—now resonates and echoes your pornographic moans, and the squelching from your pussy. it was fucking hot, toji swears he can come just like this, pleasing you and neglecting himself.

after one looooong thrust with his veiny fingers, toji fishes for your g-spot—a whimper breaks in your throat, feeling the heat build up in your lower stomach. just one more, and—

toji pulls out. you recognize the feeling instantly—the sensation of your orgasm left on an open end—letting it dissolve until the high fades. the emptiness in your walls makes you whine, crying to toji as you deliriously hump anything to chase the ecstasy back.

“n-no, ‘ji, please.. ! ‘m so close..”

but nothing ever comes back. once again, your cruel boyfriend brings his soaked digits to his mouth, allowing the taste to be savored and worshipped by his ravenous tongue. you tasted so fucking sweet, and so much sweeter when you were crying for him.

“behave. quit humping me like a dog.” he fists your hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding your head in contact to meet his eyes; with toji kissing your tears away. his other hand comes down to your ass to slap it, rousing an adorable squeal from you—palming your skin before it turns red. he drowns your moans in a kiss, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. you look so beautiful—so damn gorgeous, and he was so glad you were his.

toji yanks his sweatpants down, then his boxers. his length visibly aching due to how stupidly turned on he was. his tip, a color of salmon pink, pre-cum drabbling at the slit. he couldn't believe he was still getting this hard at this age—and the fact that it's his girlfriend is the one behind it is making his shaft drool, and his brain plagued with lust for you only.

“g’na enter now, baby. tell me if it hurts, hm?” toji's thick cock prods your hole, teasing the sensitive entrance. you bite your lower lip in hopes of it distracting you from how painfully good it all was. you felt like you were being stretched and ripped every time an inch slides in. and you knew damn well he wasn't even halfway in yet. for the stretch part, it truly isn't far from the truth. toji's wrecking you for anyone; he's making sure you know nobody else can make you feel like this.

how you wriggle and tear up out of pleasure when he fucks you—how your voice dries out, hoarse from all the begging and moaning. how your body reacts to how his fingers brush your skin with both tenderness and carnality—how it knows and recognizes the veins scattered along toji's manhood.

the heat was getting unbearable, with bodies clashing, and skin touching, it felt like pleasure that came at a price of being on fire. it was humiliating how bad you just wanted toji to move inside you already. your walls kept sucking him in, squeezing his cock too fucking good he thought he'd come already. you used your hands as leverage to thrust yourself onto his cock—whining at the sudden feeling of being full. toji was too big.

your boyfriend insisted you need time to adjust. it was humiliating how whenever you tried tilting your hips, fucking yourself onto him—toji would slap your ass for disobeying. after all, he was doing what was best for you. he told you to stay put, it'll only hurt you more, and your greedy pussy just can't get enough.

you don't even realize how much he just wanted to fuck you senseless right there. how toji'd abuse that cunt of yours—let you milk him dry ’till he can't decipher words and start slurring them—until you fuck and reproduce like bunnies in a cycle.

after what seemed like forever, toji finally hears the words from you that'd allow him to fulfill his itch to drill into you. your cunt was taking him so well.

“move, ‘ji.. need you s’ bad..” and it doesn't take any further second for him to move in you. hands flying to your hips to hold you place, kneading them in his hands, with toji controlling every movement you made.

you shifted slowly—but apparently, too slow for your sex-driven boyfriend. a sharp thrust hoists you to fall on toji's chest, eyes rolling back in euphoria as toji takes care of you himself even though you're the one on top.

his heavy cock drags itself in ’n out of your pulsating walls, with each measured thrust creating lewd noises of skin slapping against eachother. plap, plap, plap!

toji slams you down on him, pelvis meeting your ass—cock kissing your cervix beautifully. your body jolts from the unexpected move, walls convulsing in need as it clamps down on his length more & more. you sob, withholding yourself from getting too lost in bliss. he grins, hands now using you to lift himself up and down to continue the motion.

if you were trying to keep yourself from getting lost, toji's long gone. he fucked his cock into you erratically, pursuing your desires as you mewl for more—hips roughly bashing against yours, a ring of milky white forming at the base of his cock as a familiar tang coils in your stomach once more.

“..f-fuck, toji, slow down!” your moans turn fussy, and your begging into nothing more but saccharine melodies to his ears. his grunts get louder, enjoying himself way too much being buried in your tight cunt. toji loves the way you start squirming, making make futile attempts at escaping his obsession & his relentless pace. you know it gets you nowhere. toji always manages to yank you back into place, manhandling you with such ease he almost laughs in your face, calling it ‘taking’ care of you.

his teeth sink into the crook of your neck—nibbling on the skin, sucking until it forms a purple-blue bruise that you're sure will stay there ’till the next day. he's drilling into you like there's no tomorrow, reaching too deep for your brain to handle. he's addicted—in love with the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him—of your clingy walls refusing to let go of him.

you're getting so close—too close for comfort. your nails dig into the sheets, your fingers shuddering and losing grip every time toji hit the spot.

a knot is tangling itself deep in your pussy, taking in toji every time he hit your g-spot. your tongue churned with the threat of an orgasm—tongue lolling in thrill when his tip contacts a chasmic and sensitive part in your gummy walls. toji's thrusts were getting sloppy, and his grip on your hips is loosening.

“so close, haah.. ’ji, are you—” he shuts you up quick when his pace turns rapid once more, taking you by surprise. the sudden change in speed causes a chain reaction in your body.

the coil in your stomach breaks—and the knot untangles itself, a herd of moans escaping your lips as you come undone on toji's cock. your walls flood and trap him to the brim with the jerk of your gratifying orgasm. your face contorts in glee, faint saliva glistening at the corner of your motuh.

then— toji snaps in you, he groans—finishing one last thrust before shooting spurts of his hot load in your pussy. the syrupy consistency of it stuffs you full—a light creamy sheen of it dripping down his length.

sweat trickles down toji's forehead, and so does to yours. you're too fucked out to hear what he's saying, meekly nodding as your pussy spasms around him for the nth time, legs trembling and body tingling.

“y’ alright, princess?” toji chuckles, mocking the way you're still firmly holding to the bedsheets, giving your ass a quick spank.

is he serious?

“we can kiss until my tongue hurts”

cw: tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, kind of making out..? little to no suggestiveness, choso is head over heels for you. 𓏵‧₊˚ ┊

choso isn’t ignorant of the world or life per se, nor does he stay unaware of the things around him. but one thing is clear: he’s still struggling quite a lot trying to wrap his head around a few confusing things about humans!

like watching horror movies.. he’s got a million questions about it. why do people do it? isn’t it better to feel calm instead of being terrified? what’s the purpose of watching them if you get scared?

or spicy food—why? just why? it burns your tongue, it’s unpleasant in both smell and taste, and it doesn’t bring good effects to the human body. you can’t possibly be eating that and thinking that that tastes good!

andddd, sometimes choso asks the most bizarre questions that even you can’t answer.. but as his girlfriend, you’ve made it a goal to be able to teach your cute and unknowing boyfriend a few things about people.

the first lesson with choso as his tutor in human analogy is kissing, and it starts today.

“w-wait.. i don’t know how to do it— i don’t want to hurt you or eat you...” choso hums in displeasement as his eyes fixate over the corny romance movie playing on the tv—the main couple, to his judgement, “harming eachother” on the screen.

when you introduced to him the nuance of kissing.. choso didn’t understand... ? he didn’t get the idea of it at all. he thought humans were kind of cruel for wanting to harm one another by consumption.. but if you wanted to try it by eating him—well, sure—choso’s just not entirely in agreement to be consumed, and why exactly you want it to happen.

“cho, they’re not “hurting” each other, silly! they’re ‘kissing’, it’s how we show love. and i wanna teach you how to, because i love you.” you giggle, gently pushing choso on his back to the bed—your fingers finding their way to the marking that spreads across his nose, tracing it subtly with care—an act he found endearing. he lets out a sigh of contentment, wondering how it could get any better than this.

on late nights when you were already fast asleep next to him—he stayed awake, pondered about how many complex layers loving humanly had to have, then repeatedly tried to use the internet to read an article about “how to be the best boyfriend in just 5 steps.”

choso was fascinated with how many things he had to do to show you he loved you! couldn’t he just hug you.. ? but you were such a fragile thing—something and someone he needed to love with care and sensitivity. you dug yourself so deep into his heart that choso feels overwhelmed with how much he loves you! it’s almost astonishing that there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for you.

“when you kiss, you have to really love me. you can’t kiss anyone else— it’s forbidden, you’ll die.” choso tenses up at the threat of dying, it’s an inevitable fear everyone has. but mostly—he’s afraid to die because that means he’ll have to leave you. you give him a teasing smile, laughing uncontrollably when choso bores a stare that reads: “oh no” just by the way his eyebrows instantly furrowrd.

“jus’ kidding, cho! but kiss anyone else—i’ll murder you.”

choso pulls you closer to him, lifting you up so that you’re on top of him now. he takes you into his arms, his body heat swallowing you whole—wrapping around your frigid body. he feels his heart tangling itself in the process—he doesn’t know how you’re making him feel like this; how indebted he is to you for making him the happiest boyfriend in the world.

his hands slip and intertwine with yours, & by now, you can feel his chest heaving—the music of his heartbeat strumming a sentimental melody that eases you.

choso’s calloused fingers escape from yours to run through your hair, then his index making way to rub your temple. it almost lulls you to sleep—everything does when he does it. his calming serenity encapsulates you to be more in love with him day by day. you wanted to freeze time right now—you’d stay in this moment forever if you could.

“teach me how to kiss.. i’ll do my best.”

the most you’ve gone with choso consisted of just hugs, cuddles, and long periods of hand-holding. but now, being deprived of kisses from your frustratingly cute boyfriend—you can’t seem to stand it anymore. now, you’ll take it within yourself to teach him how to do properly kiss.

once you nod—choso straightaway, in a second, switches your positions. now, you’re the one on your back. he’s hovering over you, his hand positioned next to your head, and an elbow propped beside you too to close off the big distance between you two.

his silky, ink-black bangs falling & framing his face perfectly. you squeak due the sudden change, cheeks warming up to a familiar tint—the same to appear whenever you get flustered. you watch choso avert his eyes, heavy with exhaustion—in order to keep himself steady above you. it’s also an extra measure of precaution so he doesn’t faint right then and there observing your beauty.

choso thinks he’s okay now—he won’t fall nor faint on you. althouuuuugh.. you make it worse for him to stay put when you snake your arms around choso’s neck.

soon, your lips find his—making sure you take it extra slow with your shy boyfriend. you softly nibble on choso’s lower lip, just enough for him to react & let out a mellifluous sound that replaces the tranquility that filled the room. you close your eyes, and he does too by watching you. and somehow— everything feels much different this way.

it’s almost funny how choso reacts to a simple kiss! he was so flushed knowing that now, there’s a new way he can get even closer to you.. he didn’t even think there was anything closer & more intimate than hearts pressing against one another.

then, the tip of your tongue dances along—and at first, choso hesitates. purely out of inhibition. he’s afraid of making the wrong move—would you think he’s a dud? (he learned that word proudly from yuuji) but when you close in on choso by pushing the back of his head deeper—he realizes the proximity is dead. there was almost coalescence in the heat & tender of your embrace.

soon, choso finds himself reciprocating. he would never thought “eating eachother” would feel this intimate—would make him feel so weak in the knees. kissing makes him feel like such a fool for you. he’s so close to you—and you’re so close to him.

having your eyes shut was like not being able to know what would happen next. you thought you were leading choso in this kiss—but now it seems like he’s taken over you completely. he’s absolutely drunk in your kiss.

you tasted like strawberries. he can’t get enough of you—he swears.

“cho— can’t breathe!” you shove choso’s face away from yours—laughing in disbelief from how unbelievably good of a kisser he was despite this being his first time. he probably wouldn’t have even stopped if you didn’t!

choso’s hands find your waist, with now the long kiss ending in him burying his head in the crook of your neck. you even smelled like strawberries.

“mmmh ... kiss.. more.”

MDNI .𖥔 ݁ ˖☄️── .✦ pairings: ex husband!satoru gojo x fem!reader

cw: you’re both toxic, satoru is possessive & can’t get enough of you, degradation, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dubcon, but nothing goes fully. slight breeding kink.

ex husband!satoru gojo who, when he found out you were talking to other men and you were letting them around his daughter, he couldn’t stand it.

ex husband!satoru gojo who never really moved on from you. you can hate him all you want—push him away, ignore him, cut him from your life—but he’ll always be there for you because he knows you can never do that to him.

ex husband!satoru gojo who knows only one way to fix this—to fix you—so he’ll just show you who you still belong to even after all of these years.

MDNI under the cut

“n-ngh— gojo! what’s wrong with you.. fuck!” you moan in shock when satoru suddenly pins you down by your wrists to the couch, his hands refusing to let go of the tight grip he has you in despite your pleas. you wiggle, desperately, trying to get away from your crazy ex-husband. but with his shear strength and satoru’s not even trying? you couldn’t make him budge even if you gave it all your might.

ultimately, you plop down and sigh in exhaustion. soon, satoru finally irks a word after a minute of deafening silence.

“calm down... don’t wake our daughter up. i just want to talk to you about something.” he whispers, in such a low, husk voice it almost makes you shiver. the sensation of satoru’s hot breath is almost seductive—it dances gently on the tip of your ear, eventually sending tingles all over your body.

and really—really at first—you believe he’s just here to talk, and that maybe he’s just making a grand entrance. but soon, that flimsy reasoning comes to shatter when an uncalled-for-gasp escapes your mouth when you feel satoru’s clothed length trying to bury itself in between your legs.

you mewl when it throbs against you unbearably—the aching greed of your cunt threatening to show if you didn’t snap out of it in a minute. he was your ex-husband for fuck’s sake! you can’t be doing this!

you feel satoru’s grasp lighten as he leans even closer to you—as if the overwhelming closeness just earlier weren’t even enough for him.

“what the f-fuck, gojo! get off! you can’t just—”

“baby, all i wanna do is talk. don’t you trust me? come on, be quiet.. you’re going to wake my sunshine up.” satoru chuckles, and he probably has that annoying shit-eating grin on display again. you wish you could slap him right now, but it’s nearly impossible to even breathe properly with how close satoru is—let alone be able to push him off of you.

his once tight grip on your wrists get looser with “pity”, watching a ring of faint red wrap around them beautifully—but satoru doesn’t stop there, no. he then pulls your hands above your head, careful not to hurt you with terrifying strength. his breath is getting jagged—his dick, restraining itself so hard it might undo the seams on his pants.

satoru’s able to illicit a quiet, muffled whine from you despite your face being buried deep in the wool pillow—one that he got for you on your anniversary two years ago. it still faintly smells like satoru in the best way, and inhaling the scent almost brings tears to your eyes.

you hoped it was enough to silence your pornographic noises, & avoid getting caught red-handed by your daughter. and satoru—he really hoped that he could make you moan helplessly without needing to be so cautious. he wanted to hear every single sound from you instead of settling for a few whimpers here and there. god— he wanted to destroy you. so bad. but he had at least a little bit of restraint and morality not to take you right here.

it was painful—satoru was groaning just thinking about losing his shit and fucking you right here.

he wanted to hear the saccharine sounds he knows you can make—he’s got the way you squeak and cry memorized; it plays in his mind like a broken record player when the stillness got too suffocating in missions where he wanted to so badly jerk off.

he wanted to see the way your cute face contorts in pleasure when he hits your g-spot—it ruins him more than it ruins you when he remembers how you used to press your lips together when you were close; your eyebrows furrowing, and your eyes shutting tight to stop the salty tears running down your chin.

satoru wanted to feel the way you begged for him to slow down while your cunt begged for more. how you squirmed and asked for him to drag it out to chase the feeling—while ignoring the way your walls kept sucking him in. you’re squeezing satoru so tight for release he thought he’d see god—greedily clenching around satoru’s dick to keep him from pulling out of you.

“o-oh, fuck— baby, stop.. ’m ab’t to cum.. !” satoru chokes out—too pussydrunk to understand you’re trying to keep him buried in your pussy!

“’toruuuu, come in me— please.. don’t pull out. wanna have you—jus’ you, ’n you’re mine... no one else’s.”

he wants to so bad replace his hand that jacks himself when he’s lonely, with a model of your pussy. he misses you and that beauty so fucking bad.

satoru wanted to smell and take in your intoxicating scent. you smelled like a good-fucking-load of his favorite things after sex. it gets him so turned on.

that’s how bad ex husband!satoru gojo wants you back.

he needs you back.

satoru’s making it too difficult to stay silent. with each passing second, you both seem to grow dirtier and dirtier with urges that can’t be tamed. his hips threatening to push deeper against your ass—and your ignored cunt drooling at the thought of satoru stopping his dumb waiting game, and finally fuck you dumb right here, on this couch, right now. you two’d hate to admit it, but you crave eachother just the same.

satoru’s insatiable sex drive was indeed, driving him crazy. it was creeping into his everyday life—he spent most of his days, if not with his family, jacking himself off to the lustful fantasies of you being his. and now that he’s got you underneath him—it felt like fucking hell not being able to break his pride to ask you for it.

your body by now is on fire, burning with the need for satoru. all he had to do was ask— and god— would you give it to him immediately.

“... fuck.. ” satoru groaned, head pounding from the long dream he just had. pulling down his blindfold, he takes a peak down to his needy cocky. the eroticism of it instantly making him hard, even in his sleep.

and just like that, ex husband!satoru gojo is back to pumping his cock alone.

choso thinks—no, believes—you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. it’s worse in the summer! he swears he gets such a frustrating boner seeing you under the sun..

watching you have fun with yuuji at the beach with your tits bouncing ’n all is straining his cock in his shorts like a horny teenager. god— why did you have to wear that top? not that he’s complaining, though!

by this point, choso’s swallowing his own saliva to keep himself from drooling at the picture of you jerking him off, your delicate hands wrapping around his length—pumping it softly, with measured paces that make him whimper. then when you take him and he gets close, he’ll feel your throat tightening around his cock— and, and, and, and—

“choso! wanna join us?”

“huh? ...nope.. you guys can have fun.”

choso’s dirty fantasies are interrupted by yuuji beaming at him, holding two mini buckets and a toy shovel. although choso did want to join, he wanted to watch you first like a damn pervert, and create sexual imaginations of you two in the most absurd positions getting eachother off.

choso wishes that fantasy of his were real. with you sucking him off behind a palm tree, your eyes heavy with lust, carefully gauging his reaction when your tongue meets the slit of his tip, and down his cock when you trace the veins around it.

he moans, almost faintly so—just enough for the both of you to hear it. he feared that yuuji, who went to buy ice cream, will catch you two by the tail fucking like mutts in heat. you giggle—adorably, if he’d say so—when choso whines. his chest heaving as you continue to tease him with slow, agonizing kisses and licks to his leaky tip, one of your hands coming down to cup his balls as your mouth works toward taking him fully.

but of course, that was just a figment of his imagination.

the view from where choso was sitting at was perfect, as he could see everything from here. the calm waves of the sea, the fluffy clouds, the seashells glimmering in the sand... and your thick ass whenever you turned around. choso swears there must be a god somewhere and somehow, blessing him with the gift of your existence—he seemed to think that your curves were made to be carressed and worshipped by him, and him only.

choso could never come face with the truth that he can only come to you. god, it was almost pathetic. even pictures of hot women didn’t help him when he wanted to chase that ephemeral feeling of release and satisfaction. jennifer lawrence—yuuji’s crush—was like nothing to choso. sure, it made him hard one way or another—but it could never compare to how you make him feel.

and instead of enjoying the summer vacation with you and yuuji’s friends at the beach right now, he’s thinking about guiding your hands to his throbbing cock to teach you how to jerk him off if you ever didn’t know how to do it. well, do it how you wanna do it—he’ll come like a crying puppy regardless anyway.

but for now? choso has to stick to a dumb playboy magazine covering his stupid boner for you—and the pain of your gorgeous body being something that he can’t touch and own.

“chooo, come with me to get the containers from the car! i need some help in carrying it!” you grin.

and... maybe choso will get there sooner than he expected.

toji who knows exactly what you want. he knows your cunt's aching for him—it's evident in the way there's a wet patch in your pink, lacy panties. he's already sliding them to the side, you should be grateful he didn't already rip these beauties up. taking the first lick—he teases your clit with his tongue, a smug smirk dripping with satisfaction as you whine for more.

“hmmmm? i thought you weren't gonna behave, baby? where was that confidence of yours just earlier?”

toji fushiguro is the biggest brat tamer. your attitude won't go unnoticed—he’ll fix that sooner or later. keep acting like that and the tent in his pants grow bigger every time!

he's insane for it. you have to thank him for fixing that attitude of yours… i mean, he’s doing what’s best for you after all. 

toji who will overstimulate you. even though your cum already coats his fingers greedily—it's just not enough for him. he's too pussydrunk! he trails kisses down your neck, telling you to do it just one more time. just one more.. right?

his thick digits curl in your fluttering walls—creating a loud “squelch!” as you whimper and hold on to the sheets for dear life. god knows how big it is down there when this is just your experience with his fingers! also, you're 99% sure your neighbours from downstairs can hear all of this happening..

toji knows you can give him more. of course you can—you're a good girl. you don't wanna disappoint him. and if you cant? well.... that's something he'll deal with later.