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âAnd Gold Vision? That's like the baby power.â
Imagining the Baby Monkeys from your auâs with gold visions đ I see menace potential and a chance to find any hidden stuff, your parents donât want you to find.
Nothing can be hidden from them XD Nothing at all~ Wukong is never gonna keep his staff away from them.
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#lego monkie kid#lmk#answer#lmk mk#lmk oc art#shadowpeach#lmk wukong#lmk macaque#taken au#untaken au#twins#fluff au#lmk au
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this hair is beggingggg to be tied into a lil topknot with the worldâs tiniest scrunchie i fear
anyway contrived scenario where lando has to on short notice look after his niece for the day, and ends up bringing her along to random meetings at mtc. she senses that oscar is one of landoâs Safe People and immediately takes a liking to uncle oscy, and wants to put glitter and stickers all over his face and team polo. and itâs lunchtime and theyâre all trying to figure out what to feed a toddler and landoâs kind of stressed about the amount of things and people has to respond to today already. but then he goes to find oscar in a meeting room and when he walks in the sky outside is blue and the sunâs lighting them up just so and oscar has an orange heart sticker on the side of his face and crayon marks on his elbow. and oscarâs holding a deadly serious conversation with a four year old about the colour choice to paint this little boxy toy car theyâve found, one of mikaâs old models (âpurple is very good. but orange is very nice also. fun colour.â)
and maybe landoâs heart melts a little bit and he gets a funny feeling in his stomach and heâs like oh my god was that the yoghurt pot from this morning am i lactose intolerant now or is it something else ha ha ha surely not, but like, yeahâ
#landoscar#op81#Oscar Piastri#wiz.HCs#let this man be pookified#itâs me im doing the pookifying#prime piastri pookifier patient zero over here#fluff au
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đŤ ・ďžâš youâve built a home in my heart â a ni ki smauďźáśťâđâđ° m. list !
â ni ki x reader !!
:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?
â i guess i'll lend you my couch for the night. â â
pairing // non - idol ! ni ki x non - idol ! reader
â i mostly used @ sullendin on ig for yn !!
warnings ? swearing, kys jokes, playful bullying, nothing much atm !!
genre ++ mutual pinning | love epiphany | strangers to friends to lovers | laughs at everything x enjoys making them laugh | sarcastic x sarcastic | crack | fluff !!
status : finished !
taglist : closed !
profiles :: hoe life or no life || enhypen
01. microwaved strawberriesâŚ?đ
02. mission âfind his socialsâ is a go !!
03. munch munch munncchh?? {pt1}
-> munch munch munncchh?? {pt2}
04. a pretty stranger .. đ
05. the feminine urge to frustrate a man
06. neymar jr #10 đ
07. goodnight lover ( loser ** )
08. not cheating on u yet
09. playing dumb ? đ
10. drunk confessions đ
11. nishimura dumbass rikiđ
12. nishimura tloml riki ^///^
13. swimming beauty đ
14. beating the bitch boy allegations
15. who's the bitch boy now ?! đ
16. rent free đ
adventures of ynki âšđš â YBAHIMH xtras !!
ni ki against the world ;c
drama queen ni_ki âŚ
expose thread (GONE WRONG!!)
the freakcident!!
#ni ki fanfic#ni ki x reader#niki enhypen#enhypen smau#enhypen#soo0mi#nishimura riki#le sserafim#yunjin#huh yunjin#stray kids#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin#mutual pinning#love epiphany#strangers to friends to lovers#crack au#fluff au#ni ki fluff#ni ki crack#ni ki enhypen#enhypen sunghoon#enhypen jungwon#enhypen sunoo#enhypen jake#enhypen jay#enhypen heeseung#le sserafim yunjin#stray kids hyunjin#sarcastic x sarcastic
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My boys! I love them <3
I just want them to be happy
#art#illustration#drawing#comics#anime#shinji ikari#kaworu nagisa#fanart#my otp#neon genesis evangelion#evangelion#eva#mecha#fluff au#fluff
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Hi, I saw your post about Lee Rang and have a request.
Lee Rang rescues dogs. Or animals in general. Maybe he still kills the evil previous owners. But Lee Rang with animals is so soft.
Thank you~ <3
I.F.L.Y - LEE RANG
First of all...YOUR REQUEST IS SOOO CUTE!đź
So without further a do let's get started already! I am so sorry cause I literally went a little of track here.
Thank you for requestingđź
Genre: fluff, romance, fantasy au, enemies to lovers trope, crack au
Pairings: Lee Rang x Named reader.
Warnings: Shouting, fighting and swearing.
Okay so hear me out, Rang with animals is just ÎŁ>â(ă°Ď°ă)���â cause he is soft af.
At first glance you're like "Wtf is he doing in the middle of the city with a puppy in his arms?" cause the both of you had a bad history together. It all started when you decided to join his brother Lee Yeon's side after you realised that he was blinded by revenge. And of course Rang being Rang did not take it well.
So y'all fought real bad and he accused you of betrayal and abandoning him saying that you were "just like the rest". Since then, things became bad between the both of you. Even though you left him, a tiny bit your heart still couldn't erase him from your memories part of the reason lies in the fact that you loved him...romantically.
Of course you being you couldn't help but coo and be disgusted at the sight of Rang holding a puppy who looked 2x times smaller in his arms.
It all began when you came out of the house to go get your monthly supply of banana milk from the convenience store and when you were going back home you came across Rang splayed across the concrete. Being the curious person you were, you decided to wait a bit and see what he trying to do.
After 30 minutes of laying on the ground near the sewer, Rang finally stood up all dirty, holding a dirty puppy who he smiled and coddled.
"Do you know how much trouble you could've gotten in if you fell in deeper? You're lucky I was just passing by...but you're safe now~" Rang cooed as you stood there in disbelief watching as Rang wrapped the shivering puppy with his jacket.
"How is that brat capable of being this soft to animals?" you asked yourself as you went home.
After that for the next week you don't come across Rang even once, not even a little cameo. So your mind was racing with bizarre excuses as to why he wasn't around.
"Why is he not coming to bug me? Did something happen to him? Did he die? Was he finally leaving me alone?"
Wait...first of all...why am I even worried for him? I thought to myself as I took notice of the golden pendant around my neck.
"If he's my enemy and I am his enemy...why do I still wear the pendant he gifted me and why is he still holding on to the ring I gifted him?" You asked youself as you fiddled with the golden heart pendant that you had a special memory with.
Noeul's
Flashback
"Here." I looked up at the golden heart shaped pendant that Rang held out to me while avoiding eye contact.
"What's this for?" I asked as I took it and patted the surface of the heart.
"You said that you wanted to own something pretty and expensive like other girls your age so...that can be it...don't lose it. It's made of pure gold." he said making me gasp.
"You're kidding!" I exclaimed and held it out towards the sun.
"Where did you steal it from?!" I asked earning a smack on the head from Rang.
"Idiot! I didn't steal it!....I got it made for you...it has yours and my initials engraved in it." he said as I looked at the carvings that said R&N.
"Why a heart shape though?" I asked as he sighed.
"You said that hearts were only for people important to you so I got it made in the shape of a heart." he said as a light shade of crimson adorned his face making me smile.
"So, I'm important to you?" I asked him with a smile as he huffed.
"Of course you are!" he said and looked away.
End of Flashback
I sighed and let my pendant fall back to its place around my neck.
"I guess I really am a traitor..." I mumbled to myself when a voice caught me off guard causing a shriek to leave my mouth.
"Yeah you are, I'm surprised it took you this long to come to your senses." I looked up to see Rang seated on my lounge chair with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Will you stop barging in out of nowhere?!" I exclaimed and clutched my chest as he sighed.
"And will you stop questioning where our friendship has ended up at?" he said catching me off guard.
"Yah...were you eavesdropping again?!" I said as he took a sip of his coffee.
"You were the one who left me first so why are you regretting now?" he asked me without answering my question causing me to become speechless as I tried to change the topic.
"Why did you save the puppy from the sewer that day? That's unlike you." I asked trying to change the subject as I saw him falter a little.
"How much did you see?" he asked as I smirked.
"Everything." I said as he groaned.
"You were always so nosy." he said as I felt my anger boil.
"Oh so now we're spilling sudden honest opinions about each other huh?" I questioned as I stood up.
"Yeah, but wasn't it obvious? You were nosy to begin with." he said as I scoffed.
"Yeah like you didn't have any flaws, you were always so moody and attention seeking!" I said as he stood infront of me.
"Yah, shut your mouth." he said slightly raising his voice.
"No, I won't! You started it!" I exclaimed, raising my voice as well.
"I hate you!" He exclaimed as I pushed him lightly.
"Then why do you still wear the ring I got you?" I questioned as the heat of the moment caused an unexpected answer to come out of Rang's mouth.
"Because I fucking love you! So why do you still wear the pendant I made you?!" he asked as I exclaimed.
"Because I fucking love you too, you brat!" I blurted out as we glared at each other when realisation hit us like a truck.
"What-" We said in unison as our expressions cut off each other's words.
"I-I...let's just act as though that didn't happen." I said as he nodded.
"Agreed...we do not speak of this to anyone including ourselves...alright?" he asked as I nodded.
Another two weeks went by and I found myself in Rang's house with him as we fed the dogs and cats after he called me over for a chat.
"So...why do you rescue them?" I asked as he looked away.
"Someone once told me that every living thing that breathes and exists around us has a right to live happily like us...so we should help them..." he said quoting the words I once told him.
"Do you...kill the owners?" I asked after realising that one of them had a tag.
"For some situations...yes...I had to, or else they'd do the same to other animals." he said as I picked up a puppy.
Rang's
As we sat around the animals in silence I was deep in my thoughts when Noeul brought me back to reality by picking up a puppy and patting its head.
"Looks like Rang took great care of you..." She talked to the pup with a soft and loving tone making me soften as I got the courage I needed.
"Hey, Noeul...look, I'm sorry about everything that happened between us over the years and about what I said-" I was about to speak when she cut me off.
"Rang...I like-no...I love you so much...I loved you then and I love you even more now..." I felt my eyes widen at the sudden confession as I looked at Noeul who had focussed her attention to the puppy.
"I-I....I love you even more...the whole reason of me getting you that pendant was to confess but I chickened out at the last moment." I said causing her to look up at me with a surprised look as she smiled.
"So...we're cool now?" she asked as I pulled her by her shoulder and kissed her forehead ever so softly.
"Yeah." He said as we sat where we were and looked at the puppies and kittens with our hands.
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That's the end!
#lee rang imagines#lee rang x reader#lee rang ffs#lee rang imagine masterlist#totnt 1938#totnt#fluff au#lee rang fics#lee rang x reader fics
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I just imagined a scene where Caitlyn, as a child, is trying to wash off the patterns painted on her hands after she has finished playing.
The paint doesn't wash off.
Standing next to her is Halt, who as a good big brother has let himself be coloured much more, on his hands and face. And now he regrets it very much. Underneath the artistic painting on his face, more and more horror and panic slowly appear.
From behind the camera, Ferris' laughter can be heard, as he didnât agree to be painted and is now very happy about it. But rest assured, soon Halt will start chasing him to even out the misery.
I like that vision very much, the fluff and carefree, some humor in a modern AU, and the O'Carrick siblings who will never lose each other.
And they'll be washing the paint off their faces for next few weeks.
#rangers apprentice#rangerâs apprentice#random#headcanon#halt o'carrick#caitlyn o'carrick#ferris o'carrick#fluff#fluff AU#just let me live in the delulu#O'Carrick siblings headcanon#don't mind me
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This song is the childhood I never had
Youâre gonna have a good time
Megalovania if it was in major key rather than minor key
#/lh /j#undertale#music#key change#megalovania#sans#wholesome#this is wholesome#I. I might genuinely cry wtf#now I feel the urge to make an au where itâs just all good things and not even a hint of sadness#fluff au#sobbing#but happy#:â)#/lh /pos
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a good man
{bodyguard!kento nanami x rich girl f!reader}
summary: kento nanami has been your appointed bodyguard since the age of nineteen. his poised, calm, respectable mannerisms having you falling to your knees over him as he was completely different than any of the other boys in your life⌠for he was a manâ taking care of your rowdy party girl behaviors and guiding you with the best advice and judgement he could possibly muster, and you loved him, gutted over the fact that he possibly only thought of you as a spoiled little brat who was useless and incompetent, as a client, and you wanting to be more than just that to him⌠except you were. for kento had already fallen over his knees for you.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, BRATTY AFFF RICH GIRL SPOILED READER sheâs a little baddie o yes, LOWKEEEYYY brat tamer kento MEEOOOWWW, FLUUFFF GALLOOREE!!, slight angst!!, kento is SOOO SOOFTTT AND A LIL GENTLEMAANN, blowjob YUM, oral m receiving, mentions of doing the sex, deep throating, SEDUCTIVE AF READER BRO, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, sexual themes, kento is older than reader by three years, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 20.3k (i yap i fear)
authors note: I NEED A FUCKING MAN !!!! LIKE KENTO !!! RAAAAHDVSJSBSJSJ this BEAUTIFUL precious concept was a blend and mixy of multiple requests i got for sir nanami blended into one!! :,)) i hope i did you guys justice to those who requested and sent in ideas my loves !!! <3333 AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE ITTT JUST AS MUCH AS I DOOO AAHHH !!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHH MWAAHHH !! <3333
âplease donât do that.â
you were undoubtedly the most defiant, stubborn girl kento had ever met.
âand why not?â you pouted. âitâs just for a little bit⌠and i canât leave my friend hanging when sheâs dealing with such a crisis! she needs my help.â
âyour help.â kento repeated. âshe needs your help going to a partyâŚ. at one in the morning.â
âitâs not a party itâs a small gatheringââ
ây/n the hour is ungodly right nowâŚâ he sighed, rubbing his forehead. âi donât believe this is very wise.â
you finished applying your blush and stepped back from your large vanity, quickly placing your brush back in itâs holder and grabbing your bottle of perfume, spritzing it.
âitâs fine ken!â you looked up and smiled. âiâll just be gone for a little while iâll be back beforeââ
âiâm sorryââ he held a palm up. âyouâll just be gone? darling, you realize i have to go with you.â
âbut whyyy?â you mumbled, slouching dramatically and chucking your perfume bottle on your bed. âtwo hours! just give me two hours i promise iâll be backââ
âiâm afraid not.â
âwhyyyy!â you whined again, and kento only looked at you with a straight stoic face.
âbecause itâs my job to go with you and you know that.â
and youâd always been defiant and stubborn, kento having known you since you were a little girl as both his and your father were family friends for years, your upbringing a little different from his as your father was exponentially wealthy and owned various companies and properties, his parents just so happening to work for him and gain special bonds and camaraderie over the time of your growing lives.
though kento was only three years older than youâ the gap nothing notable or too drastic, it sure as hell felt like it with how bratty and rebellious you were sometimes on a day to day basis that he had to bare witness of since the age of fourteen.
so why kento thought of you so much when you were the epitome of a spoiled princess⌠was a little unclear to him.
or maybe he did know exactly whyâ the reasoning transparently clear, to a fucking T actually⌠yet his pride and the oath he had set with your father the minute kento started pursuing his desired career after high school, hindered him from ever admitting anything to anyone. especially you.
and because he constantly ignored the way he felt, he was regrettably perplexed every time he was around youâ which was literally every single second of every waking day since the moment he received his protection licensing⌠for kento was your bodyguard, hired by your father who saw his interests in technical protection training, and trusted no other man around his daughter other than kento himself, encouraging him to pursue it as a career in the promise that he would guarantee him a positionâ one with a pay that would have him set for the rest of his life so long as his precious little daughter was happy and safe.
and kento took the offer without so even as a twitch in his serious expression for two reasons.
the first was the obvious, to solidify proper employment for himself in the career that heâd always paid particular interest in ever since he was a kidâ to make a man out of himself and work under prestigious and professional levels of security with someone, your father, whoâs orders of authority were equivalent to a president, and a man he admired like no other and dreamed of owning a business that was as fruitful as his.
and the otherâŚÂ was to keep an eye on you.
you were reckless, bratty, naive, troublesome, silly, and never took absolutely anything seriouslyâ all things that worried kento to no end anytime you so even managed to slip from his sharp attentive line of sight since the both of you were young.
and you escaping him happened a little more often than heâd like to admit.
like now.
ây/nââ
kento sharply turned upon hearing your snickering little giggles zooming past him and trailing from down the hall already, him swiftly retrieving his blazer that he had previously set on one of your lounge chairs and settling it over his arm, long and hasty steps striding out of your bedroom and down the hall, him peaking in several dark open doors and hallways of your ginormous mansion of a home on his wayâ the clicking of your heels and you still giggling serving as a guide for him to find you.
he sighed.
âdarling, this isnât going to change the fact that i still have to accompany youââ
kento rounded the corner and entered one of the many lounge area rooms your father used for business meetings and partnerships, your little head poking out from behind one of the large sofas with a disgruntled pouty look.
âsays who?â
âsays me.â he took the blazer from his arm and extended it, shaking it out a little and preparing to put it on. âand your father.â
you let out a tiny grumble, getting up off your knees and standing.
âbut donât you wanna go to sleep ken?â
âvery much so.â
âso then go! iâm giving you permission heh!â you chirped, sending him a striking smile. âi wonât tell my father! or anyone! you deserve a good nights restââ
âiâm going with you and thatâs final.â
you threw your head back and groaned in frustration, kento finding your tantrum a little amusing as he chuckled and shrugged on his blazer.
âyou want to go to this event, yes?â
you funnily slugged on over to his side with dragging steps, eyes to the floor.Â
âmhmâŚâ
âso then enough fighting and letâs go.â he stepped to the side and gently ushered you forward. âiâd like to be back before your father wakes up.â
you walked forward and out of the lounge room, the both of you beginning your journey down the hall and towards the grand staircase, kento following behind you as you still internally huffed and puffed about him coming along.
your refutes to kento joining you werenât because you didnât like him or anything like that⌠it was quite the opposite actually.
you were obsessed with that man.
âyou scare my friends you knowâŚâ
the side of his lip quirked.
âdo i?â
âmhm.â
âhow so sweetheart?â
âi think itâs your face.â you turned your head around and looked behind you as you walked, hands wringing behind your back with a cute grin. âitâs so serious. and it might be because youâre always staring them down whenever they hang out with me.â
kento calmly walked ahead of you and stepped down a few steps, his hand automatically coming up to assist you and you taking it as you carefully descended down the steps, a gentle act he always did for you.
he pursed his lips.Â
âiâm simply doing my job⌠but i suppose i could lay off a bit.â
you giggled. âno itâs okay ken! i agree. they just donât know you like i do.â
ever since you practically met him you were obsessedâ him being the most poised and respectful piece of hunk to ever grace your life, as kento was so unbelievably different from all of the other straight up boys in your life that deemed themselves to be men, when in reality they didnât even come close to that whatsoever.
kento nanami was the definition of a man.
and out of everything that youâve ever received on a silver platter with zero hesitation since technically birthâŚÂ you wanted him the most.
except you were convinced he wasnât obsessed with you like you were with him.
because the second kento became your bodyguard at the age of literal nineteen, there wasnât ever a moment that you remember where he wasnât with you and pulled to your side like a magnetâ guarding and watching your every move and making sure that you were out of harms way no matter what, all things that were automatic and essentially part of the job description.
but you feared that it was just that.
that kento didnât view you the way you viewed him⌠that you were just a client to him and that the reason he was always around was because he had to be, and not because he wanted to.
you feared that kento only saw you as some helpless spoiled girl who couldnât do anything for herself and therefore always needed guidance, and you also feared that because heâd known you since you were little and became your bodyguard when you were sixteen, that he still saw you as a sixteen year old and not the full grown woman that you were now.
the thought was mortifying to you.
and you wondered if kento had ever thought about you as something more than justâ a client? maybe.. maybe as a lover?
did he at least view you as a friend?
but more importantly, if he wasnât your bodyguard⌠would he stay?Â
kento assisted you down to the very last step as you shook away your thoughts, the both of you making your way out through the front glass double doors and over to his car in the open driveway, a sleek and shiny black luxury SUV that you always preferred to sit in rather than your own vehicle as his little passenger princessâ always and forever and at times putting up a fight when your father would make you drive instead of kento, spouting some nonsense about how he didnât want you to forget how to drive and become an incompetent girl.
and youâd each time just scoff and roll your eyesâ your father always looking for ways to jab scoldings at you and fuss over every choice youâd make regardless of how big or small it was, believing you to be an incompetent girl anyways and you choosing to ignore him and scowl as you moved behind kentoâs big buff frame to hide, him knowing to take over and speak for you whenever you did, as your father listened to him better than he did you ever since you were young.
kento in a way also scolded you often and fussed over your choices⌠but he was gentle. never raising his voice at you or overstepping any boundaries that made you feel like you were stupid and incapable of things, him always giving you the chance to fix it or refute with an open mind and heart to hear you out⌠and you loved kento. that was a given.
and your dramatic self deemed that the day kento yelled at you for the first time for whatever reasonâ was the day that you died.
kento smoothly smiled over what you said with closed lips and opened the car door for you, you getting in and pinching the skirt of your flowy mesh dress to readjust once you were seated, straightening it up over your legs as he rounded over and got in the drivers seat.
âi know a way you can lay off a bit so you donât scare off my friends tonight ken!â
he started the engine and flickered on the high beams, your eyes squinting at the sudden brightness ahead of you.
âand that is..?â
you grinned and leaned over the center console, placing your elbow on it and propping your chin up with your palm, him looking at you expectantly.
so handsome.
âwhy donât you stare at me instead of staring at them!â
kento breathed in as he looked away, steering around and out of the driveway while your close proximity and sweet expensive perfume wafted all around himâ filling up his every system with everything that was wonderfully you as he tried hard not to let it show.
âi believe i already do just that.â he spoke. âitâs my job to watch you darling.â
âokay then watch me harder.â
he blinked, your wording somehow twinging a sense of provocativeness when it wasnât anything like that at all, and he wanted to wash his brain out with holy water for thinking of something inappropriate like that with you.
but you leaned even closer, lips by his ear as he turned the steering wheel to make an easy left.
âyouâre supposed to have eyes only for me right?â
kento swallowed.
âiâm supposed to have eyes everywhere.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and leaned back a bit. âokay⌠but maybe for tonight, just me!â
âiâm afraid if itâs just you i wonât be able to watch for any other signs of abnormalityââ
âoh my god booo!â you huffed and plopped back down in your seat, arms crossing as you stared ahead. âyouâre no funâŚâ
kento chuckled and lifted his arm, patting your head and you blushing before he placed his hand back on the gear shift, the only thing on your mind now was how much you wanted to stuff his big fingers in your mouthâ
âthe event is still the one on melrose street, correct?â
your eyes snapped in his direction. âhuh? oh yes! yes it is.â
he pursed his lips, an uncertain look on his face as you faltered and furrowed your brows.
âwhat ken? whatâs wrong?â
âis it the same host and organization as last time?â
âummâŚâ you pulled your phone out from your purse and scrolled to the initial invite you had received through a friend, perfectly manicured nails tapping away. âuh huh! iâm pretty sure⌠how come?â
âi donât think itâd be very wise to go⌠you got extremely inebriated the last time we went.â
you snorted and waved him off. âthatâs because it was my friends birthday ken. i was celebrating!â
âyou barfed in a bush as soon as we got home.â
âpart of the experience!â
kento shook his head and sighed through his nose, a small smile on his face as he peaked over at you from the side.
ârowdy little girl.â
little girl.
and you felt an unpleasant tug at your heart, you pursing your lips and wanting to defy what he called you.
âi was fine after though, was i not?â
you suddenly grabbed his hand and dropped it down on your exposed thigh, his rough hand making contact with your skin as he accidentally jerked the steering wheel and looked at you with bewildered eyes, you only throwing your head back and laughing.
âwhat?â you spoke in between giggles. âiâm cold! and your handâs so warmââ
âhoneyââ
âyour job is to take care of me right?â you sweetly smiled, and he felt a flutter of familiar yet confusing affection swirl up in his chest at the sight. âand youâre doing just that!â
kento cleared his throat and nodded, hand staying on your thigh and you giddy on the inside as he held it.
âjust know that i have a blanket in the back in case my hand doesnât suffice.â he mentioned, pulling up to a gated community. âthe weather is a bit colder these days.â
your eyes softened, staring at the side of his chiseled jaw and face as he exchanged a few words with the security guard at the front, flashing his ID before the guard gave him the all clear and muttered something over his walkie talkie, the gates slowing sliding open as a result.
âwhy do you have a blanket in the back ken?â you asked softly and looked down, the tip of your index finger tracing over the prominent veins on the back of his hand.
âfor you.â he replied. âyou get cold frequently.â
you grinned.
âawww you remembered!ââ
you unbuckled your seatbelt, jumped up from your seat, and flung your arms around his neck and practically stuffed his cheek up against your chest as you gushed, kentoâs eyes blinking wide eyed and cheeks fucking flaring as he tried to keep steady hands on the wheel and not swerve into the garbage bins in front of the designated mansion, music already blaring through and seeping through the vents of the car as he fumbled to shift the gear into parkâ stiffening the hell out of his neck and not daring to turn his head even the slightest in your direction in fear of facing your breasts head on.
âiâ i appreciate the sentiment sweetheartââ
you pulled back a tiny bit, your arms still tightly locked around his neck but giving him enough space to turn his head to look up at you now, your twinkling hyper eyes shining even through the darkness of the car, kento almost forgetting about the close proximity between the two of you entirely, and also almost forgetting about how this wasâ regrettablyâŚÂ considered to be inappropriate.
he was your bodyguard, he was supposed to protect you, not think about the way your perfect smile right now was so incredibly soul crushing and doing it in just the right way tooâ suffocating his entire being as he tried hard again, in real time, to kick those disrespectful thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on what he was meant to be doing and thinking⌠all of which pertained to his guidance for you, and your safety, most of all.
but you were beautiful.Â
there was no denying that.
âyou know me best out of anyone ken.â
and he did. he truly truly did.
but to kento, you were that forbidden fruit, cast away up into the highest of branches and dangling off of the tallest most unreachable tree of allâ glimmering against the sun, magnificent⌠waiting to be picked by the person who dared to and claim it as their own without a single worry of the troubles that came with ravishing it.
but claiming and ravishing that forbidden fruit definitely came with itâs dire consequences, and kento nanami was an honorable man.Â
if he were to give in to his pulsing desires for you, desires that he couldnât even exactly make sense of as he continued to manifest total and utter blockage in his mind to prevent those thoughts from seeping through, not only would he deal with the embarrassing repercussions with your fatherâ his boss, but inevitably drag you down with him too, as he knew your father has always been rather harsh with you.
and you didnât deserve to be dragged down just because he couldnât control his emotions.
you frowned, tilting your head as you assessed kentoâs strange far off look.
âken?â you asked. âkenny ken?â
âeh?â he blinked rapidly. âoh iâm sorry y/n. i was⌠thinking.â
âthinking?âÂ
you let him go and sat back in your seat, the warmth from your arms dissipating and the goosebumps around his neck prominent now by the chilliness of the car.
âthinking about what?â you quipped, smiling again. âabout meee?â
night and day.
âiâm afraid not.â he switched off the ignition and held the keys in his hand. âmore about how you should be at home and in bed and most definitely not here.â
you pouted, slumping in your seat as you watched him get out of the car and walk over to your side, opening your door for you and offering a hand for you to take.
âbut ken iâm helping a friend.â you took his hand and carefully stepped out, him closing the door behind you as you began walking up the sidewalk with kento following close behind you, the car beeping and flashing its lights to signify he had locked it.
âhoney, your friend is a grown woman.â you both walked up the steps and continued down the long wide driveway, other guests traveling alongside you towards the mansion. âshe doesnât need moral support from you to attend an event.â
âyeah and i donât need a bodyguard for every little thing i do, do i?â you countered, slowing down your steps a little and nudging your shoulder with his. âhm?â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âactually, you do.â
you scoffed. âno i do not.â
the two of you entered through the grand entranceâ doors already open and with a set of security guards on each side as you passed them, kentoâs already alert senses amplified now that you both were in an unpredictable loud environment such as this, and with way too many people for kento to keep track of besides yourself as he scanned the area, ticking the usual and automatic tiny boxes in his head that indicated the area was alright for the time being.
âif my friend is such a grown woman, then so am i!â you yelled over the music as you walked through the mansion to get to the pool area outside, passing by several caterers and butlers with small appetizer dishes on silver trays or champagne glasses, you taking one as your gaze switched between person to person to see if you could try and find anyone you recognized.
kento shook his head a little.
contrary to your popular belief, you never acted like a grown woman sometimesâ constantly rebellious and spontaneous with no hesitations to do anything remotely reckless⌠and that worried him to absolutely no end as he was living in constant stress over something happening to youâ something that he could easily prevent and steer you away from because thatâs what he was fucking there for.
but you were always against it, and he didnât know why when it was simply just protection.
upon entering the pool area, your eyes lit up at the rowdy scene before youâ party guests jumping into the pool in full fledged clothing or throwing each other in, the bar at the end of the backyard lively and busy with multiple individuals already drunk off of their minds as they clumsily passed by you and nearly tumbled you over, kento each time quick to grab your shoulders and gently pull you away so theyâd just about miss you and continue on.
and the minute he caught sight of your group of friends off to the side of the bubbling jacuzzi right before you did, every single one of them already inebriated and rambunctious, he knew he was in for a night of chasing you around and getting you to sober up a little to refrain yourself from running across the lawn in only your undergarments like the last party you both attended.
ây/n! hi!â one of your friends slightly slurred, the one with the âcrisisâ, reaching behind her to grab a red solo cup of god knows what and passing it to you. âhere! i just got some from the kitchen!â
âwhat is it?â you laughed, on the verge of placing the brim to your lips when kento suddenly nudged you, gently prying it away from your fingers and lifting it up to his nose for inspection, you playfully rolling your eyes as you turned back to your friend.
âdunno!â she shrugged, flashing you a wobbly grin. âitâs a mix of tequila aaandddâŚÂ cranberry tonic! yeah!â
âsmells awfully strong.â kento muttered in your ear, passing the cup back to you. âjust moderate your intake.â
âokay dad.â you mocked, the little side smile on your face never failing to deactivate any further scoldings from him about how you shouldnât drink that mix and maybe get something else, him deciding to just let you have fun regardless of the work he was about to be put through⌠as it was hard for kento to say no to you at times anyways.
you brought the rim back to your lips and took a sip, your face immediately scrunching up and gagging.
âthe fuck is this?â you placed a hand over your mouth. âtastes nothing like cranberry and just straight vodkaââ
you ended up drinking the entire cup and two more fills after that, kento each time gently advising you not to and that youâd had enough, but you only pouting and bratty and defying him with every attempt he made at pulling the drink away from you, a water bottle in hand that heâd snagged from one of the coolers as he swiftly moved through the twists and turns of the crowd to stay caught up with you, a skill he was an expert at at this point considering how often you disappeared from his line of sight.
âsweetheart pleaseââ kento caught you by the waist just as you were about to literally jump in the pool, you giggling and hiccuping as he dragged you away. âletâs take a seat for a moment alright? you need to drink water.âÂ
âwhat i need is a teeny weeny kiss from you ken!â
he faltered, eyes dropping to the ground as he continued to half drag and half carry your body to a nearby table away from the commotion by the pool, setting you down on a chair.
âyou need water.â he pushed as he knelt down on a knee in front of you, unscrewing the cap. âand iâm forbidding you from attending any events like this for a month.â
âa month?!â you whined, head dramatically falling back in desperation. âbut why? what did i do?!â
âi told you to moderate your intake.â he gently grabbed your jaw and brought the water bottle to your lips, carefully holding it up for you to drink. âyou were just about to jump in the pool darling and ruin your dress.â
lowering the bottle, your cheeks cutely puffed up with water as you shook your head side to side.
you swallowed. âlies. i was simply walking!â
he fixed the strap of your dress that was halfway sliding off, pulling it back over your shoulder.
âyes into the pool.â he brought the water bottle back to your lips and you drank some more before he lowered it again. âyou need to be more careful y/n.â
you pouted. âare you mad at me ken?â
ânot mad just quite stressedââ
âpull my dress up and spank me then.â
kento slapped a hand over his eyes and shook his head, cheeks buzzing pink at your ludicrous statement.
âdonât say things like that honey.â
âand why not?â you tilted your head, pearly white teeth glimmering against the warm lights of the backyard as he dropped his hand. âthought you loved me.â
âplease sober up.â he breathed out exhaustedly, heart hammering against his fucking chest as he made you drink water again. âbefore you say something silly againââ
you abruptly pulled back and a few droplets of water dribbled down your chin, kento quick to grab the handkerchief in his suit to pat you dry as you narrowed your eyes.
âyou think loving me is silly?â you muttered, a little slur at the end of your sentence.
âof course not darling.â he spoke softly, placing the handkerchief down on the table behind you. âthe other thing you said was sillyââ
âwhatâ spanking me?â you lit up again. âbut itâs hot. and i want it. you should do it once we get to the carââ
kento slapped a hand over your mouth this time, wide frantic eyes looking around to see if anyone had heard your loud lewd blabbering, his face absolutely fucking red at this point as he tried not to vividly imagine what you had just said⌠and pathetically failing at it too.
âenough. weâre going home. you have brunch with the monroeâs tomorrow.â
ânuh uh!â
you pulled his hand away from your mouth and gripped the edges of your chair, trying to cement yourself to it as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled and tugged, you laughing when heâd manage to of courseâ lift you up⌠but the chair along with it as well.
âlet go please.â
ânope!â
âi said let go y/n.â
âif you give me a kiss!â
kento put you back down and sighed.
âyou are unbelievably inebriated.â
âand you are unbelievably handsome.â you cheesed as you got closer, your nose brushing against his and kentoâs breath catching in his throat, stiffening up.
âdarling you donât know what youâre sayingââ
âyes i do.â you spoke, endearingly nudging your nose softly with his and kentoâs eyes warming at the act. âyouâre gods favorite.â
hopeless hopeless girlâŚ
his eyes sinfully flickered down to your pretty lips, plushy and delightful as they perfectly stretched in such a way to form a striking smile that always sent men to their knees wherever you both went, him baring witness to it all as your bodyguard⌠and him includedâ falling to his knees over you.
for kento was just as hopeless as you.
but he was better at ignoring it until it became this puzzling blur in his brain that confused the ever living shit out of him.
âletâs go home.â
his breath fanned against your lips and you softly shook your head.
âkiss me then weâll go.â
kentoâs forehead fell against yours, eyes closing in borderline pain as his big hands came up to cup your cheeks, your own eyes loopily widening with overactive exciting thoughts over what was about to transpire.
if he was about to kiss you⌠could this mean he didnât view you as just a client? as a little girl? but a woman?
was he considering it? did you have a chance? was he actually about to fucking kiss you?â
kento sharply breathed in and turned your head slightly to the side, planting his lips hard on your cheek and him unmoving for a moment, you still wide eyed and shocked as your cheek mushed up against the force of his mouth.
he pulled back with a smack! and stood, hand extending out for you to take.
âready now?â
your fingers slowly came up to the side of your face in a complete daze, because though it wasnât a full blown kiss, the linger of his lips was still there even after the gesture was long over, your little cheek tingling and warm.
you nodded, taking his hand and attempting to stand but reeling over as you did, your head in complete drunken disarray as kentoâs arms quickly shot out and caught you from falling face first on the ground.
âi canâtââ you giggled, hiccuping between each laugh. âi canât walk ken. and my feet hurt.â
âiâm aware.â he sighed, sitting you back down on the chair and kneeling again, grabbing your ankle.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked, watching the way he propped up your foot and tugged at the clasp on your heels, carefully sliding it off and beginning to do the same with the other.
âyouâre in pain, yes?â he slipped your other heel off and stood, placing your heels on a nearby table before positioning himself next to you, sliding a hand under your knees. ���put your arms around my neck sweetheart.â
you did as told, your little heart singing happy drunken tunes over him being such a gentleman and taking care of you in the way that he was, you knowing in the morning youâd regret it and be embarrassed, but choosing to bask in the moment for the meantime and deal with the horrific hungover consequences later.
kento easily lifted you with only one fucking arm supporting you under your knees as you held on, his other hand grabbing your heels before weaving through the other tables and venturing out of the pool area, everybody else too inebriated to care or notice some big bulky man carrying you out through the backyard and inside the mansion, your head resting against his chest.
âare you alright?â he asked, taking a quick glance down at you as he reached the grand entrance to exit. âdo you feel ill?â
âno iâm okay.â you smiled. âjust thinking about the fact that youâre a cheater.â
he chuckled. âa cheater? in what way?â
kento carefully stepped down the steps and began his walk across the spacious lawn back to the car, you tightening your grip on his neck and wanting him to hold you like this forever.
âthe deal was for a kiss.â
âand i gave you one.â he softly smiled, squeezing your thigh a little in emphasis.
âon the cheek!â you retorted. âi wanted one on the mouth.â
kento blushed furiously and looked away, trying to straighten himself up as he walked down the sidewalk with you in his arms.
âyou didnât specify darling.â
âyeaahhh right.â you mumbled, watching the lights of his car flash up ahead as it unlocked by the click of kentoâs keys, him coming up to the passenger side and opening the door. âjust say youâre repulsed by me.â
he scoffed. âyouâre saying silly things again.â
âthe proof is in the pudding.â
kento carefully bent and set you down on your seat, placing your heels next to you on the floor and straightening out the skirt of your dress for you.Â
âthe proof is that youâre drunk. iâm not making any moves like that when youâre not in the correct state of mind.â
you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth. âare you saying you would have? if i was sober? did you bring my water with you? i need to drink it right now where is itââ
âdear god i did not say that.â he closed the door and came round to the other side, an amused little smile on his lips as he got in. âand iâm sorry but i left it behind.â
âkentooo!â you whined. ânow how else are you supposed to kiss me?â
he shakily pressed the âonâ button for the ignition and looked away, your bold words and requests and moves serving as sheer torment to him as they one after the other kept being thrown at his face, him aware this is how you usually were anyways, but ten times unbelievably worse now that you were intoxicated.
and kento was growing weaker.
âiâm not supposed to do anything.â he backed out of the parking space and sped off. âand itâs nearly four in the morning y/n. you have brunch with the monroeâs at ten and youâre supposed to be up by eight.â
you groaned, head dropping back against the headrest as you crossed your arms.Â
âi never wanted to go to that in the first place.â you muttered. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends and whoever else is going are a bunch of boring bitches. all they talk about is what their daddies just bought them.â
the yearly monroe brunch was a way for you and the other daughters of your fathers various business partners to bond and maintain connections, some sort of peace treaty between them all so long as their little preppy daughters were kept satisfied and spoiled, your father forcing you to go every year and demanding you to keep friendships with them all, insisting that it would serve beneficial to him with their parents and help nourish the business even more than it already was.
you genuinely liked the monroe daughters and the rest of the girls at first, sixteen year old you seeking their validation and acceptance for years and constantly following after every little thing that they did, afraid of slipping up and landing in their rotten graces as soon as you did anything that would upset themâŚÂ until they started badmouthing kento.
after that you didnât give a fuck.Â
because anyone that was so willing as to talk bad about such a respectful and kind man as kento to you, was someone who immediately feel in your rotten graces, each and every one of them doing so the minute they started calling him weird for constantly following you around, putting him down for it and saying he should find something better to do than be your bodyguard, and that you didnât need such high class protection and deeming it unnecessary.
whether they were jealous of the fact that you had a bodyguard and they didnât was mystery to you, but ever since that day, you despised the yearly monroe brunch, you now aware of who they truly were and realized how blind you were to it just because you were seeking their validationâ wanting nothing to do with them from that point forward and begging your father to just let you skip out and that they were better off without you there anyways.
but he never listened.
kento laughed, nodding curtly over what you said. âalthough true, you still have to go honey.â
âi donât know why my father canât just piss off.â you sighed and looked out the window, cars zooming past you as he drove down the freeway. âi really donât see the point in me going.â
âyouâre an important asset.â he spoke. âall of the daughters coming together is tradition.â
âwhatâ to sit there and drink tea and eat muffins? stupidest tradition iâve ever heard ken.â
he chuckled, reaching over to pat your thigh and your cheeks going pinky as he did so, your drunken mind still somehow clearly recalling when he had his warm hand on you earlier in the car prior to the party.
he went to retract his hand and you quickly stopped him, timidly placing it back on your thigh and settling your hand over his big one, the both of you nervously avoiding eye contact and choosing not to say anything.
kento understood wholeheartedly why you hated going to the monroe brunch so much, for he wasnât particularly a fan of hearing them talk for hours about whoâd they just dumped or what theyâd just bought, and he sympathized with youâ really, your father although a man he admired for his work ethic and sought after for his approval, was unrighteously stoic with you and always dismissed your thoughts and opinions, the fact saddening kento whenever he witnessed it first hand.
âyouâll be alright.â he spoke up quietly again, noticing the way you were dozing off a little in your seat. âitâs just for brunch. you wonât have to worry about seeing them again until next year.â
âyou mean until the dinner party weâre hosting next week.â you sleepily muttered, eyes closed as both of your hands laid over his that was on your thigh, holding it almost as if you were afraid that kento would pull away, his eyes softening at the thought.
âah, thatâs right.â he pulled into your gated community, the security guard already recognizing kento and his car as he merely waved and pressed the button to open the gate, driving through once it did entirely. âi had forgotten.â
âmmm..â you hummed, and he smiled, facing the road again and turning the wheel with every curve and turn of your neighborhood, your dimly lit mansion coming into view eventually and him pulling up to park in your grandiose driveway next to you car, turning off the ignition.
you laid still and pretty in your seat, chest slowly rising and falling as you softly breathed through your nose, you in a drunken slumber as kento quietly got out of the car and went over to your side, opening your door.
âdarling.â he whispered, shuffling an arm under your knees and the other on your back. âi need to carry you up, okay? hold onto me please.â
you mumbled incoherently and did so, your arms limply wrapping around his neck as he carried you out of the car and shut the door with a push from his leg, locking his car and the little horn going off again as he hoisted you up, walking up the stone path of your driveway and up to the grand double doorsâ one of your housekeeping staff already there holding the door open for you both, them also used to your late night partying and shenanigans.
âthank you.â he whispered gratefully as he passed, and they nodded, locking up the house behind you as kento continued on up the staircase and down the spacious hallway, his dress shoes clicking against the shiny flooring and echoing across the silence as he reached your bedroom.
he carefully set you down on your bed once inside, you groggily rubbing your eyes as he stepped back and over to your large vanity, rummaging through your things and drawers while knocking a few nail polishes and perfumes overâ various clatterings and kento cursing under his breath over the noise, it making you sleepily giggle.
âwhat are you looking for ken?â you whispered, one of your eyes tiredly peeking open.
âyourâ ah⌠iâm afraid i canât remember what itâs calledââ
he gestured to his face. âyou remove your makeup with it sweetheart.â
you closed your eye again. âoh my wipes..? theyâre in the bottom drawer to your left.â
he opened the corresponding drawer and reached in, taking out your makeup remover wipes and walking back over to you, peeling open the packing and sliding an individual white wipe out, you lifting a hand out to grab it but stopping once he moved it away from you.
you drowsily looked up at him, about to speak until he took your chin in between his fingers and tilted you up, him bending a bit and lifting his hand to wipe off your makeup, delicately removing it with precision as you tiredly let a small smile grow on your lips.
âi can do it ken itâs okay.â
he shook his head, you closing your eyes as he wiped off your mascara. âoh itâs alright youâre exhausted⌠and iâve seen you do it quite a few times.â
you peaked your other eye open, his handsome face so unforgettable against the moonlight streaming through your balcony doors that your little sleepy heart started gushing over literally just who he was, your head leaning into his touch.
âkayâŚâ
he finished wiping the rest of it off after a minute, tossing it into your little bin under your vanity desk before walking over to your walk-in closet and disappearing for a few moments, coming back out with one of your silk baby blue pajama sets in hand, offering it out to you.
âchange please.â you sluggishly took the set from him and nodded. âiâll be just outsideââ
âno itâs okay.â you stood and reached for the hem of your dress. âyou can stayââ
you pulled up your dress with no fucks given and kentoâs eyes bulged open, immediately slapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around with his heart thumping on overdrive, the image of your perfect body adorned with a lacy white bra and panties a hard one to try andâ unfortunatelyâ forget for the sake of respecting your privacy and the most intimate parts of yourself.
you giggled and kento shook his head in desperation, placing a hand on his hip.
âdonât do things like that honey.â he scolded gently, a hand still over his eyes as you changed. âat least wait until i avert my attentionââ
âyou donât wanna see?â you pouted, finishing by buttoning up your top and tugging at the sleeve of his suit for him to turn around. âitâs all for you ken.â
forâ forâ
oh dear god help him.
âitâs time to sleep.â he reached around you and pulled back the covers of your bed, you whining. âcome on you have brunch with the monroeâsââ
you grumbled and climbed on, dropping yourself on the mattress and shuffling under your various fluffy blankets and sheets, him helping you in pulling them over you until they were settled comfortably by your chest.
âkento.â
âhm?â he hummed, still fiddling with your blankets and basically tucking you in, you finding it incredibly sweet.
âthank you for always taking care of me.â
he stopped, eyes flickering to yours before a soft close lipped smile spread across his face.
âof course darling.â he patted your head. âitâs what iâm here for.â
you knew what he was actually supposed to be there for was only for your protectionâ to only clock in when you went to events and clock out the second said event was over and done with and you were back home safe and sound.
except kento clocked in the moment your eyes opened for the day, and clocked out as soon as they closed again at night, him by your side through everything in your life and not just for special events, but making sure you had had enough to eat and that you werenât sick after you spent the day out without a jacket (much to his pestering), that you finished your homework when you were in school and helped you with it as best as he could, and that he was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father yelled at you over something idiotic againâ all in all taking care of you like you thought a lover would do for their most treasured thing.
and you hoped you were kentoâs most treasured thing.
he was yours, after all.
âi like when you call me darling.â you murmured softly. âand honey. and sweetheart.â
kento swallowed and blushed, thankful that it was sort of dark in your room and that you couldnât see how pink in the face he actually was over something so minimal.
âiâm glad.â he replied. âyouâd let me know if it ever makes you uncomfortable correct?â
you quickly shook your head. âit never makes me uncomfortable ken⌠ever.â
he nodded, smiling in satisfaction.
âyou know what does make me uncomfortable?â
he faltered, brows furrowing in concern.
âwhat honey?â
âthe fact that you still havenât kissed me on the lipsââ
he sharply breathed in and leaned back to stand upright, you giggling and protesting as you flung your arms around his neck before he could, bringing him roughly back down to you and basically pulling him on top of you as kento let out a little oof at the force.
he planted his palms flat on your mattress, trying to lift himself up a bit but unable to due to the astronomical grip you had on him.
ây/n iâm crushing you let meââ
âso?â
âyou wonât be able to properly breatheââ
âand? this is the way to go!â
kento laughed into your neck then, managing to lift himself up at least a little bit  to look at you.
âsilly girl.â he murmured, and you grinned.
how stunning.
his eyes dangerously switched to your lips, and you noticed this, your heart skipping a small beat in your chest.
âken.â
âyes?â
âwhat do you view me as.â
his gaze shifted and locked with yours, his brows pinching together.
âwhat do you mean honey?â
âlikeââ you pursed your lips, looking away to the side in embarrassment. âdo you see me as just⌠a client? or just a friend? or like a little girl who doesnât know how to do anything? or spoiled?â
âa client?â he repeated. ânot at all thatâsâ an awfully wrong term for what you are.â
your head snapped in his direction.
âreally?â
he sat up, sitting himself down on the edge of your bed next to you and you scooching over.
âyou are spoiled.â he continued, chuckling once he saw the hopeful expression on your face fall and turn sour. âbut it doesnât mean that youâre incapable of doing things⌠iâve never once thought of you as such.â
you hummed in acknowledgement, relieved a little.
âdo you see me as a woman?â you asked softly.
he looked at you confusedly.
âwellâ of course. thatâs what you are, arenât you?â
âno i meanââ you sighed, struggling to get the words out as a blush rose to your cheeks. âlike a woman. like the kind that makes you want toâŚâ
you faltered, and he waited patiently for you to continue.
âlike the kind of woman youâd want to kiss and things⌠likeâ like the kind youâd see yourself falling in love with⌠or am i justâ a friend?â
kento froze.
were you still drunk?
âsweetheart itâs not wise to talk about things like this when youâre inebriated please restââ
âiâm not!â you frantically shook your head. âi sobered up a long time agoâŚâ
dear god.
he canât answer your question. he canât answer your question without straight up lying to you just so he can keep that boundary of respect he had for you and your father, to keep the vow kento had with him as your protector, as your guideâŚ
but kento nanami wasnât a liar.
and kento nanami loved youâ a feeling he had idiotically mistaken for confusion when it was actually the plain and utter truth, for what he felt for you was clearer than anything else in his life, and absolutely nothing about it was ever confusing like he swore up and down before that it was.
heâd knownâŚ. heâd always known. and thatâs perhaps why he took the bodyguard position in the first place without a fret to your father.
to stay by your side.Â
to make sure you were safe⌠with him.
but did he dare?⌠did he dare to take the pretty forbidden fruit he had tried so hard for years to stay clear from? to leave it glimmering and healthy to flourish on its own no matter how badly he wanted to harvest it and claim for himself?
âiââ
he hesitated, your beady doe eyes looking at him so hopefully that it clenched his heart without mercy.
âi love youâŚâ he spoke softly. âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice.â
you blinked, unsure if you should take that positively or negativelyâ
âbut i love you still⌠you know that.â
you looked at him.
âbut love in what way?â you responded.
because love you in the way of a friend or family member sure, and you knew kento did at least that much and wouldnât have spent so much time with you since the ages of eleven and fourteen if otherwise.
but did he love you?
âlove⌠in the way that makes me want to kiss you.â he tugged at the watch on his wrist, referencing to what you had said before. âand love in the way that makes me want to give everything i have to you honey.â
because he has. heâs been.
âreally?â you whispered, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs as he picked up his head to look at you, nodding.
kento opened his arms out for you then and you slowly pushed the covers off of you, crawling over and extending your arms to wrap around his abdomen, his around your shoulders while you tucked your face into his chest.
âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice my loveâŚâ he repeated, and you frowned, already feeling your bottom lip wobble.
âwhy?â
âi have too much respect for you and your father.â he explained, caressing your hair through his fingers. âand i feel that iâm taking advantage of my position by being with you always⌠that iâm not giving you a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone elseââ
âi donât want anyone else.â you cut him off. âi donât need to explore to figure that out ken.â
you looked up at him, cheek mushed up against him. âyouâre with me always too⌠do you need a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone else?â
âno.â he shook his head. âno i absolutely do not.â
you giggled softly. âsee? then why would i need one?â
he stared down at you softly, a warm smile that could kill millions if he so let it on his face, and you blushed.Â
âi guess youâre right sweetheart.â
kento continued to run his big fingers through your hair, you dozing off a little at the soothing feeling.
âi donât think your father will be very happy knowing i love you.â
you grumbled. âwho cares what that old fart thinksââ
he snorted, lightly tapping your shoulder in a form of scolding, you laughing and holding him tighter.
âhe doesnât have to know for nowâŚâ you murmured. âand honestly i didnât even know you loved me so i think weâre okayââ
âiâm sorry?â he blinked. âi thought i made it somewhat⌠clear?â
âno!â you countered. âyou rejected every move i made ken⌠you had me basically begging for you.â
his brows pinched in guilt. âiâm sorry my love⌠i was doing it more for you than for me iâ ⌠i didnât have any ill intent behind it.â
âitâs okay ken.â you smiled cutely, pulling back and propping yourself up by your palms on your mattress, leaning and planting a sweet kiss to his cheek. âthough you couldâve just told me you had a begging kink i wouldâve understood and begged you to put your fingers in myââ
kentoâs eyes widened and he shut you up with a hand over your mouth, your muffled giggles seeping through as he shook his head.
âyou have the most vulgar mouth.â
you took his wrist and brought it away, your lips coming next to his ear.
âdo something about it then.â
he stilled.
âor do you want me to say what other things i want you to do to me?â
âenough you need to restââ he placed his hands on your waist with the intent to pull you back and lay you down to sleep⌠but he just couldnât do it, his grip shakily tightening instead.
âwhat i needâŚâ you slid your hands agonizingly slow up his chest and around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his with hot steamy desperate breaths fanning across each others faces. âis to know what itâs like to have your fingers in my mouth kenâŚâ
âdarling pleaseââ
ââi wanna lick all over themââ
he respects you... dear god kento respects you heâ he couldnât possibly indulge inâ
ââso i can show you how good i can suck and choke on your cockââ
kento mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and swallowed your lips up, you letting out a little squeak of surprise as his other unoccupied arm locked around your waist and pulled you flush against him, him hungrily kissing you and gulping down your humming moans of satisfaction as you hurriedly swung a leg over his thighs, straddling him.
you disconnected from his lips and pulled back, taking his hand and bringing it up to your mouth as you pushed him down on the mattress with your unoccupied one, kento looking up at you so hot and bothered and astonished as you hovered over him, plump precious lips wrapping around his index and ring finger and sensually sliding it deeper and deeper in your mouth across your wet tongue.
âjesus sweetheartâŚâ he breathed out, eyes entirely transfixed on the way your lips closed around his fingers entirely and sucked, your head pumping slowly and you delighted over how hard he felt underneath his slacks over something as just you sucking on his fingers.
âmâgonna suck your dick.â you spoke with a mouthful of his digits, and he sat up a little.
âmy darling you donâtâ you donât have to do that itâs alrightââ
you slid his fingers out of your mouth and pouted. âbut i want to⌠unless you donât want me to? or do you prefer someone else to do itââ
âwhat? stop that.â he shook his head, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear as you snickered, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. âiâm just worried about keeping you up⌠you have to get ready in a couple of hours.â
you shrugged, giving him a little grin.
âif itâs you and your big dick keeping me up i could care less.â
you swung your thighs off of his lap and stood momentarily, dropping down to your knees and positioning yourself in between his legsâ kentoâs rounded eyes and shaky breaths making you laugh a little as you reached for the buckle of his belt, tugging the clasp open and him helping you in slipping it off before reaching in his pants, a trembling but needy hand pulling out his thick cock and slowly pumping it.
kento wouldâve never thought youâd be kneeling in between his legs and about to do something heâd only fleetingly thought of, the sinful images quickly grabbed by him before he could materialize them in his head any further and tossed in the trash without looking back, embarrassed and awkwardly flustered that heâd thought of such a thing when you were usually just sitting there on your vanity desk dolling yourself up, or simply speaking to him.
he wouldâve never thought that the questions of being something more to you than just your bodyguard, would actually actualize itself, your pretty lips beginning to wrap around the tip of his cock and all he can think about is you and how many days he spent yearning for you, confusing it for uncertainty, and lying to himself before giving in to the fact that he did love you.Â
and very much so.
to kento, it was a privilege to undergo this intimate experience given by gracious you, and he only wished he didnât push it away for so many years and dismissed your obvious attempts.
for what was happening now, was heavenly compared to the fleeting thoughts he had tossed in the trash prior⌠and your pace was rapid, your deprived little mouth that had begged for him time and time again slurping the ever living soul out of him as he clenched his jaw to keep his moans in, afraid of your father or any of the other housekeeping staff hearing what was filthily happening inside your bedroomâ his face crossed over in pleasurable shock at how messy and drooly you were all over his dick without even allowing yourself the chance to breathe as you sucked.Â
âhoneyââ he heaved, swallowing hard as he gathered your hair up into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. âsâslow down or youâll chokeââ
you didnât listen, your thighs clenching together to ease yourself a little as you sunk your mouth down and gagged, the tip of his cock lodged in the back of your throat so deliciously that he let out a string of rare curses from his lips.
you slurped back up and pulled off of his length with a pop, you sticking your tongue out and smiling too as you tapped his girthy dick on your tongue teasingly.
âbut i want to choke kenâŚâ you placed an open mouthed slutty kiss on the side. âand iâd like you to fuck my mouth too pleaseââ
âshitââ he cleared his throat, his balls feeling awfully full and heavy as you parted your lips and took him in again. âbut i could potentially harm youââ
you pulled off again. âkento i donât care just use me or iâll make youââ
he quickly gathered your soft hair again, leaned back on an elbow and shoved you back down, bucking his hips up and hitting your uvula so hard that you choked, eyes immediately watering and you moaning as he continued to buck his hips up and force you down, sloshing gurgling noises from you fueling his every being with ecstasy, throwing his head back and eyelids fluttering closed.
âyou have such a dirty mouth sweetheartâŚâ he grunted. âwhere did you learn that from? huh?â
you tried to respond, his relentless hip thrusting and filling your mouth up preventing you from getting anything out besides choking noises and spit, kento picking his head back up and looking at you with half lidded eyes.
âi hope youâre not speaking to other little dumb boys with it and teasing them the way you tease meâŚâ
you tried to shake your head no and get it across that you absolutely were notâ that you were physically repulsed by any other man making moves on you in your life because they were never him⌠but his big cock stuffing your throat was drowning out your every attempt so good that you couldnât.
âno?â a little dazed smile played at his lips, his abdomen tightening and signifying that he was about to blow his entire pent up load in your mouth. âgood honey⌠i donât want you wasting your time.â
he bucked his hips up faster and forced your head down deeper, his panting and low grumbling moans making you fucking wild as you tried your best to take all of him and suck him, tears from how many times you gagged and choked trickling down your cheeks and you not giving a single fuck and pushing through, noticing that kentoâs increased fidgeting and gasping was a signal that he was probably close.
and when you felt him loosen his grip on your hair, gently trying to pry you off so that he could cum somewhere else and not in your throat like the little gentlemen that he was, you slipped your mouth down again and held yourself firm, lips pumping up and down as you jerked him alongside, kento running a hand down the side of his cheek with eyes screwed tightly shut.
âdarling i feelââ he quickly sat up, his expensive watch glistening against the moonlight as his hand fell over his heart. âi feel my release let meââ
he pushed at your shoulders gently and you refused, continuing to suck him off and drive him to the edge until a low gutting groan left his lips, you squeaking as he suddenly went feral and pushed the back of your head down and filled your throat up with his cum, sputtering and swallowing down as much as you could while he held you there.
âchrist iâm sorryââ he let you go and you came off of him, gasping for air and with a mix of cum and drool seeping down your chin as you fell back on your ass, your chest moving erratically as you tried to catch your breath.
kento immediately stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped it up, standing and placing his hands on your waist as he easily picked you up off the floor and sat you down next to him on the bed, concerned tumblings over your well being falling from his mouth as he moved your disheveled hair away from your face.
âhoney i canât tell you how sorry i amâŚâ he dug into his blazer for his handkerchief, your tongue lapping up the excess drool and cum from your chin as his cheeks went red over you doing that, quickly stepping in and wiping off the rest for you.
âsorry for what ken?â you hummed, your voice a little hoarse and making kento feel guiltier as he sighed, placing the handkerchief down on your nightstand.Â
âfor abusing your throat y/nâŚâ he spoke gently, ushering you to bed again as he pulled back the covers. âi wasnât letting you breatheââ
âbut i liked it.â you countered softly, crawling to your pillow and planting a tender little kiss to his cheek on your way, settling under the covers. âi asked you to use me baby⌠and you did just that! good job!â
kento playfully rolled his eyes and brought your blankets up to your chest.Â
âyes but i couldâve done it in a better way.â
âin a better way likeeeâŚ?â you grinned cheekily. âlike sex? well then you shouldâve just asked ken i can take off myââ
you sat up and began unbuttoning your top, kentoâs hands shooting out and stopping you midway as he flusteredly buttoned it back up, you laughing.
âplease sweetheart you need to rest⌠itâs nearly six in the morning.âÂ
you groaned and plopped back down on your pillow. âjust tell the monroeâs iâm sick. iâd rather be getting dicked down by you than drinking tea with themââ
âalright okay okayââ he brought the covers back up over you with an amused shy smile. âweâll talk more about it tomorrow. at the monroeâs.â
you huffed and turned your back to him, kento chuckling before leaning over and placing a delicate lingering kiss on your temple, a slow sleepy smile crossing your face as you relished in the fact that he actually loved you⌠your fear of him seeing you as nothing more than just a spoiled brat quickly dissipating from the second he uttered his bashful but yet authentic confession to you.
you had been living in absolute worry and defiance and frustrating yourself when that wasnât necessary at allâ kento was just a gentlemen, a man, and his apprehensions for indulging in something more between the two of you were very real and valid and you understood⌠but you also didnât care, your stubborn unruly (and spoiledâŚ) personality and mind wanting nothing more than just kento.
and as long as you had him by your side, you didnât care about anything else.
even when you had only gotten a total of a solid two hours of sleep before you had to wake up for brunch with the monroeâs, you didnât care about that either, because kento was the one to wake you up with a soft hand down your back and gentle murmurs that slowly eased you awake, him delivering you a warm cup of hot chocolate for the morning because he knew you werenât the biggest fan of coffee, and the brunch itself not seeming so bad too since you knew he would be there with you through the entire thing.
your newest biggest fear now though⌠was what your father would say once you told him.Â
âare these alright for your hair miss y/n?â
you stopped applying your eyeshadow for a moment and turned your body from your bench seat, a tray of cute shiny pearled up bobby pins that you had requested a week prior sitting neat and ready for you, you looking up and smiling sweetly at your housekeeping staff.
âoh yes! these are beautiful thank you!â
she nodded. âdo you need help putting these in? or are you okay?â
âiâm okay! if anything iâll just ask kento hehe.â
she laughed softly, nodding again before placing the little tray down next to you on your vanity desk and turning to leave, passing by none other than kento on her way as he peaked through your door, giving your housekeeping staff a polite smile and allowing her to pass through first, making his way inside your bedroom once she left.
a cup of misty tea was carefully placed next to you on your desk, and you moved your eyeshadow brush away from your face again to see kento looking down at you with a kind grin, you instantly brightening up and scooching down on your seat to give him a little room to sit with you.
âyou didnât have to bring me this ken you gave me hot chocolate this morning!â
your voice was still a bit hoarse, and thatâs precisely why he brought you hot tea to begin with, sighing softly through his nose as he sat down on the other side of your bench next to you.
âitâs for your throat honey.â you continued to buff out your eyeshadow, putting your brush away upon finishing and reaching up to fiddle with your bun, taking a few strands out for a more candid look. âhow do you feel?â
âhorny.â
kento went into a coughing fit and you laughed, his reactions to your ludicrousy always being a favorite of yours as you pecked his cheek in apology.
âsorry sorryââ you wiped the gloss you got on him off of his chiseled cheek, picking up your little tea cup after and taking a sip. âi mean itâs true i want your dick inside of me butââ
âdarling.â
âokay!â you set your tea cup down, grumpily took some of your pearl bobby pins from the tray and started sticking them in your hair. âjust say you donât want to have sex with me itâs fineââ
âthat is not what iâm saying whatsoeverââ
âyou refused to have sex with me last night and youâre doing it again right now mph!ââ
he clasped a big hand over your mouth and pulled your head in, bringing his lips to your ear.
âthere is nothing more i want than to be inside of you and split your warm little cunt open.â
your eyes blew out in shock.
âso enough or you wonât get anything.â
he turned your head to make you look at him directly.
âunderstood?â
you quickly nodded and he lowered his hand, grabbing one of yours and kissing the back of it before standing and walking to the door.
âyour father wants you in the car with me in twenty minutes sweetheart. iâll wait for you there.â
you watched him click the door shut behind him and you spun your head back around to face the mirror, shakily moving some strands away and quickly fanning yourself in attempts at calming the fuck down, completely thrown off course on what you were supposed to do next in your routine as you couldnât even remember what you had just done.
because kento had a secret feral mouth that you had no idea of until nowâŚ
and you wanted to hear it again.
eventually you gathered yourself up and finished putting the rest of your bobby pin pearls in your hair, shuffling around in your room looking for your chiffon scarf and breathing out a sigh of relief once you caught sight of its pastel yellow fabric, it matching your summery dress and peeking from your bed as you snatched it and looped it around your upper arms, the fabric falling gracefully in a low curve behind you as you grabbed your clutch and made your way out the door.
you didnât know what energy to exactly expect from the car ride as you trotted down your staircase and out to his car, but you were nonetheless still surprised to see that kento carried on like he didnât just mutter in your ear that he wanted to rearrange your guts and for you to behave, you blinking at him and perplexed when he just went on about what things to pay attention to that the girls say because he knew your father would ask you about that certain topic later, not wanting you to get in trouble and an earful if you werenât able to answer his questions about it.
and you were still perplexed upon arriving at the monroeâs estateâ their place of living the only thing you really liked about the yearly brunches, as they lived in what looked like a fucking english regency palace instead of the plain modernized mansions you were accustomed to (including yoursâŚ), and you couldnât help but feel a little jealous each year of the wonderful labyrinth the monroeâs had, an endless place of history and poise that your own home very much lacked.
but as beautiful as their estate was, it still didnât make up for the absolute bitches that lived in it.
âken if you turn this car around right now i will do absolutely anything you say and not go to any parties for two months instead of just oneââ
he chuckled loudly and shook his head, rounding their grand water fountain that sat extravagantly in the center of their lawn outside, other sleek cars already parked in the front.Â
âitâs just for a couple of hours honey.â he parked the car and turned off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt. âjust indulge in their conversations for a while⌠and listen please. your father will ask about it later.â
kento shut the door as you unbuckled your seatbelt, him opening yours on the other side while offering a hand out for you to take, you gratefully doing so with a stoic dead look on your face as you kept your eyes locked to the grabble below.
âthey donât even like me.â you muttered, flashing a polite smile to the housekeeping staff that was waiting up ahead, walking up the steps. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends donât even like each other theyâre all just a bunch of fakeââ
ây/n!â
both of your heads shot up just as you entered the estate, the eldest of the monroe sisters trodding up to you with a smile.
âitâs good to see you!â her eyes shifted to kento. âand with nanami. of course.â
bitch.
âmhm! yup!â you exchanged polite hugs and stepped back. âare the rest of the girls here?â
âyes they just got here actually! theyâre all out in the garden with my sisters i was just heading there now!â
âgreat! iâll see myself then, you go on ahead.â you tightly smiled, and she shrugged, bidding you a âsee you laterâ before disappearing off into the depths of her home, you slowly turning around with a stressed out twitch in your eye but faltering when kento wasnât behind you like you thought he was.
you spun around as your tried to look for him, gaze scanning the area to find him and stopping once you did, your brows furrowing in confusion upon seeing him at the other side of the corridor staring at something.
you slowly began walking down, eyes locked on what he was looking at and it making you stop in your tracks next to him once you got close enough to see.
the wall in front of you was littered with wedding photos of the monroe sisters parents and the generations beforeâ the ceremony, cake cutting, pictures of their first dance, and singular portraits of various brides and grooms on their wedding days scattered about with smiles on their faces, all things kento was just staring at without any indication in his expression that could let you know as to what was going on in his head.
âken?â you asked softly, and he looked to you.
âoh iâm sorry.â he glanced at his watch. âare you ready to head out into the garden?â
âyâyeahâŚâ your eyes switched back to the wall ahead.
âyou were looking at their wedding photos?â you smiled. âtheyâre cute huh? i look at them too every time we come.â
he nodded, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you away from the wall and towards the garden again.Â
âi was only curious.â he spoke. âthereâs an awful large amount of them.â
you snorted in agreement and continued walking, feeling like there was something he was thinking about and not telling youâ you looking to the garden entrance ahead then deciding to take a peek at kento again through the corner of your eye, you suddenly finding him looking over his shoulder at the portraits still.
and your eyes softened.
you slowed down and reached up, gently turning his head from the portraits to you.
âwhatâs wrong ken?â you looked over at the wall and back to him. âwhy do you keep looking at the pictures?â
âohâ i didnât realize.â he readjusted his yellow lensed sunglasses and continued ushering you on with a hand on your back.Â
you frowned.
âken you wouldnât look at something for that long without any reasoning behind itâŚâ
âitâs truly nothing.â he responded simply, the both of you entering the garden now and drawing nearer to the long table set up amidst a bed of roses and daisies, the rest of the girls beginning to take their seats. âenjoy your brunch darling.â
âno! butââ
âitâs alright go say helloââ
âiâd rather actually rotââ
âhello y/n!â
you stopped fidgeting and dropped your arms, another tight smile on your face as you greeted the youngest monroe sister from the table, deciding to ignore kentoâs chuckling from behind you and walk up, taking a seat with the rest of them and looking over the extravagantly set up table for anything to stuff your face withâ it filled with little pastries and appetizers from top to bottom, a pretty strawberry shortcake cake in the middle surrounded by a tier of cupcakes and scones, little baked sandwich platters, and a porcelain tea cup set at each of your designated seats to enjoy.
you lightened up a little over all of the cute details and selections, forgetting that the monroeâs always knew how to put on a lovely brunch for all of you every year as you extended an arm, grabbing the nearest tea pot and carefully pouring the steaming liquid in your cup.
âgirls! just the other day my father bought me another set of those diamond jewels from the franziskaâs!â
thatâs why youâd always forget.
the rest of them gushed and looked around the table to the eldest monroe, her neck clad in a pretty diamond necklace with matching earrings and rings.
âi know right? i had lost my previous set while swimming in the lake and my staff couldnât find them.â
âoh that happened to me once.â one of their girlfriends piped up. âit was an exclusive emerald set from europe⌠only one in the entire world made!â
the rest of the girls gasped and murmured.
âi had my staff looking in the lake all day and night for three days until one of them finally found it!â
âoh thank god!â the middle monroe sister breathed out. âi wouldâve absolutely hated to lose those! especially since theyâre a one of a kind!â
âmhm yup! and you know what else actually? just the other day i found out francisâ you know the girl from the faltis family?â
the girls faces turned knowing and they eagerly nodded.
âi found out she was asking up and down various jewelry shops and makers for my emerald set!â
they all gasped.
âyouâre kidding!â
âno! the girl either wanted to copy me or make the same exact set to still copy me.â
âoh! that sleazyââ
you completely tuned them out beyond this point, your brain literally pulsing with the stupidest shit you had ever come across to hearing in your life, choosing to sit there and enjoy the weather and pretty cherry blossoms around you as you ate a cranberry scone and thought about the things you wanted to do for the weekend.
itâs not like you were a total opposite from the rest of the girls.
you too liked jewels and pretty things, luxury branded vehicles and a little bit of gossip here and there.
but it was the way they talked about it and handled each thing was what aggravated you the most.
they were ungrateful, greedy, and bitchyâ no other girl that was a loose connection from them allowed to have the same jewelry set as theirs, the same set of friends as theirs, or the same set of dresses for your monthly bashes and dinner parties as theirs, turning utterly nasty if they so even got a glance of someone else having the same thing as them.
all things that were pointless and unrighteous to be upset about.
and just for the sake of keeping your father from putting your head on a stick, you remained civil with them and refrained from wearing anything similar to theirs at an event if you knew they would be in attendance.
but it was easy, for your taste was completely different than the lot of them, and you preferred pearls anyway over any kind of diamond or emerald or sapphire jewel piece.
âoh! and you know what i heard?â another girl friend spoke up. âakio from the corvus family has a little crush on miss y/n over there!â
kentoâs ears perked up.
you jumped upon hearing your name, the rest of the girls gushing and âooingâ as they turned their attention to you.
âi��m sorry what? who?â
âakio!â she laughed. âthat man is obsessed with you! he asks for you at every single gathering.â
akio?Â
akio⌠akioâŚ
âthe one that looks like a toad?â
the girls laughed at your comment, covering their mouths or learning forward as you just blinked at them, unaware of how what you said was so funny.
âoh youâre too much!â the youngest monroe waved you off. âyes him! any time he sees any of us at an event he always asks if youâre there with us.â
âyou know what yes!â the eldest exclaimed. âi heard he wanted to strike up a proposal with your father! i think he already did!â
you dropped the cupcake you were holding.
and kento froze.
âaâ aâ propoââ
âoh my god congratulations y/n!â
âlucky you!â
âoh a bride already!ââ
you turned in your seat to look at kento, but he was looking the other way, an unreadable expression on his face.
you turned back to the girls.
âis this a rumor or itâs actually happening?â you asked. âi donât want to get married to him!â
they laughed again.
âwhy not?! yes heâs ugly but that man is loaded. has money to last him and you entirely without having to work a day in your lives!â
your blood ran cold, because anything you knew that was ordered by your father, was bible.
a housekeeping kitchen staff came around then and refilled a few platters of pastries and appetizers.
âahh youâre so fortunate y/n!â one of the girl friends gushed. âiâd love to be wed to a man with money like akio⌠i could care less what he looks like!â
âyou can have him.â you quickly sputtered, and they laughed again. âno seriously i donât want him take him pleaseââ
âoh donât be silly!â the youngest monroe sister waved you off. âakio wants you. heâs kind of creepy about it too.â
âwhy me?!â you whined. âiâve only spoken to him a handful of timesââ
âwhy donât you ask him at the dinner party youâre hosting next week? iâm pretty sure heâs going!â another girl friend spoke up. âi have a feeling heâs gonna propose to you there.â
you propped your elbow up on the table and placed a hand on your forehead in misery, feeling like you were living in a total nightmare.
âiâd honestly rather go broke.â
they all burst out laughing again.
what the hell was so funny?
âyouâre too much!â the middle monroe sister gasped. âjust give him a chance! once you see all the things he can buy for you, youâll change your mind. plus⌠i think itâd be nice to have a break from mr. nanami donât you think?â
you picked your head up.
ââŚkento?â
âuh huh!â the eldest continued. âgod that must be exhausting having him around watching over you like that⌠itâs like heâs babysitting you. must be tiresome for him too.â
babysitting?
âwith you and akioâs marriage iâm sure heâll dismiss nanamiâs services, and you can go your separate ways finally!â
âbutââ
âand mr. nanami sure is handsome too.â another girl piped up with a hushed voice. âheâll find a rich girl to settle down with in no timeââ
âoh thatâd be so great!ââ
you abruptly stood, the silverware and tea cups clattering as you did so, the rest of them falling silent.
âsorry. excuse me.â you mumbled, eyes casted downward as you moved around your chair and off to the side, the girls shrugging and uncaring as they proceeded to babble on about other nonsense as you walked ahead, further and further away from the table and the chattering and through the garden, passing by several other flower beds of orchards and sunflowers until you reached the little duck pond by the end of the garden.
you stopped and sighed, bitterly crossing your arms and damning your father for ever discussing something as serious as marriage without your consent, marrying you off basically, or even lacking giving you a god damn warning before you came to brunch todayâ you and your father both knowing how much of a blabber mouth all of the girls were and how much they fed off of gossip like that.
you felt like a fucking idiot.
and who the hell was akio exactly? you knew of him and kind of had an idea of what he looked like, but you never really paid attention whenever he came up to talk to you at events or parties, his face almost entirely blurry in your mind besides the obvious features he had that did in fact make him look like a damn toad.
and another thing that was obvious too, was how creepy he was.
the only thing the monroeâs shit talking got right.
âhoney?â
you didnât need to turn around to know who it was.
âhi ken.â
the rustling of grass filled the otherwise peaceful ambience as he stepped beside you, the both of you looking out ahead over the sparkling duck pond.
âare you alright?â
you nodded.
âi know youâre not alright i can see it.â he readjusted his lenses. âiâm assuming it has to do with the information the monroeâs told you?â
âiâm being married off ken.â you mumbled, eyes switching to him. âhow are you so calm about this?â
âoh iâm not.â he spoke simply. âiâm quite agitated actually.â
you faltered, eyes falling down.
âiâve always respected your father ever since we were young. and every choice he made with you i always agreed that it was what was best for you.â
you listened.
âbut i canâtââ he paused. â⌠i canât see how this is best for you. and i donât know if itâs because i love you and iâm being selfish or if it actually is whatâs best for you⌠so my thinking isâ adhered.â
âhow can marrying me off like the fucking renaissance period be whatâs best for me?â you muttered, and he chuckled softly.
âand i love you, kento.â you continued. âmy thinkingâs also messed up.â
he placed a hand on your lower back and gently nudged you to him, you complying and falling into his side, wrapping your arms around him.
âitâs your choice y/n.â he spoke softly. âi know akio isnât⌠the greatest. but heâs qualified to be your husband.â
your eyes widened.
âwhat are you saying? what aboutâ what about you?â
he looked down, a sad smile on his face.
âiâll stay for as long as you need me sweetheart.â
the ducks fluttering wings from the pond ahead filled the silence, tranquil splashes of water that followed after their every move with little quacks and hoots.
âso youâre just gonna give me away.â you mumbled. âjust like that. easy peasy. who caresââ
ânoââ
âi want you to be my husband ken.â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âdarling donât joke about things like thatââ
âoh iâm not joking.â you separated from him, frustration swirling in your chest. âwhy is it always considered a joke to you when i talk about being with you?â
he paused, sighing a little through his nose.
âi feel incredibly lucky that a woman like you could envision a life with me.â he spoke. âbut iâm also aware that iâm very⌠boring. iâd feel it wrong to tie you down to a life without excitement like the one you live now.â
kento slipped an arm around your waist and brought you back in again.
âakio seems to be more like you⌠maybe you could learn to get along.â
your lip began to wobble, and kentoâs eyes softened.Â
âsweetheaââ
âi donât care about any of that stuff.â you sniffled, wiping your cheeks. âyou of all people should know thisââ
âdonât cry please youâll ruin your hard workââ
kento dug into his blazer and pulled out a little handkerchief, carefully patting down your face.
âyes i like to go out a lot but so what? itâs not something thatâs a part of me itâs just something i like to do.â
you took the handkerchief from him and pressed it into the corner of your eye.Â
âyouâre a part of me ken⌠and i want a life with you, iâve known since i was freaking sixteen. i donât need it spelled out for me.â
kento swallowed.
heâd always admired how stubborn you were, because to him it meant a strong mind and an ambitious drive in contrast to the negative connotation that that word seemed to haveâ things that were absolutely who you were and why he fell in love with you in the first place, and why you were such a gem.
but he worried still that youâd regret it and change your mind.
that he wouldnât be able to live up to your lifestyle and your wants and needs, and that youâd get bored of him⌠leaving in the end.
kento doesnât think he could bare the thought of you leaving him, much like how he couldnât bare the thought of you marrying akio either.
but if it meant what was best for you, then so be it⌠except it wasnât.Â
he was sure of it.
âyouâre a part of me as well.â he murmured. âiâm sure you know thatââ
âi donât.â you grumbled, and he chuckled. âyouâre always switching up on me with your rejections and then your confessions iâm confusedââ
kento silenced you with a kiss to your lips, his big hands on either sides of your face as your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his built frame, your arms snaking around his neck and his bringing you closer by the waist as you tenderly deepened the kissâ soft lips smacking and moving with such love that it almost made you cry again.
âiâm sorry.â he pulled back, whispering against your lips. âitâs completely unfair to youââ
âsâokay ken.â you whispered back, the cutest smile he had even seen in his life on your face. âiâll forgive you if you keep kissing me.â
âdeal.â
your lips mushed up against each others once more, kento breathing you in and relishing in the feeling of your body pressed up against his, his hands slowly roaming around from your waist to your sidesâ still trying to be respectful of his hand placement until you took one of them and lowered it to your ass cheek with a squeeze, him laughing against your lips.
you were so silly.
silly and bright and spontaneous and beautiful, today another reminder from countless others with your frilly pastel yellow sundress and the pearls in your hair, your entity different from the rest of the women heâd come to know and thankful that he was lucky enough to have grown with you.
to have protected you.Â
and the both of you were relieved to see that the monroe sisters and their girl friends didnât seem to care where you two had ventured off to, for you didnât know how long you were gone either as you approached the table againâ the dessert piles, scones, and strawberry shortcake cake nearly nonexistent, you taking a seat again and secretly reapplying your lipgloss since kento had basically sucked it off of your face, your cheeks pinky and the butterflies in your stomach running rampant.
you were glad then that the monroeâs and their minions were such dim witted bitches too, because their level of self-absorption inhibited them from knowing or picking up on any clues of what could have transpired between you and kento in the garden, them immediately going to you upon arrival and chatting up a storm about mindless things again like you had never left the table to begin with.
but all you could think about was what you were going to tell you father about akio.
and you didnât want to think about it honestly⌠because you knew there was a strong chance of you getting literally violent and landing yourself in deeper shit with him than ever before.
that didnât matter either though if it meant being with kento⌠and for real this time. the thought of simply just him giving you the push that you needed to trudge up your grand staircase once you got home from brunch, kento trailing behind you and pleading with you to take a little breather before going in to speak with your father, but you absolutely done over the situation seeing as he only ever saw you as a thing and not his daughter if he was willing to marry you off like that.
âmy love please relaxââ
you stopped in front of your fathers study and knocked curtly, ignoring kentoâs words.
âcome in.â
you pushed down the handle and walked through, kento following close behind you and clicking the door closed as you stepped to the front of your fathers desk, your arms crossed.
âah y/n. nanami.â he looked up from his documents, eyes switching between the two of you. âhow was brunch with the monroeâs?â
âgood.â you replied.
âwas the food selection still as grandiose as always?â he looked back down at his paperwork.
âmhm.â you crossed your arms. âthey had strawberry shortcake cake this year.â
he hummed. âthe monroeâs always know how to put on a good event donât they? for their daughters? and how are they by the wââ
âtheyâre fine.â you cut him off sharply. âbut you know what isnât fine?â
he eyed you.
âwhat?â
âthat youâre marrying me off to akioââ
he sighed loudly and placed his documents flat on his desk, leaning forward and wringing his hands together to rest on the surface.
âheâs a good prospect.â he began. âhe came up to me with some very impressive ideas about the future of my business, and also how much he was interested in you.â
you scoffed. âso this is what the arrangement is about? your business?â
âi thought you would be happy about this?â he extended his hands out lazily. âakio comes from a wealthy background. youâll be taken care of in whatever you need and heâs qualified to take over my business once the time comesââ
hurt flashed across your face.
âwhy would you consider akio taking over your business and not your daughter?â
he laughed humorously, shuffling some papers about mindlessly on his desk.
ây/n you canât possibly think that iâd consider you to take leadership over my business.â
âand why the hell not?â
his eyes narrowed.
âbecause youâre incompetent.â he spoke harshly. âyou donât know the meaning of responsibility, youâre stubborn, youâre spoiled, and all that you concern yourself with is parties and outings. you think i would allow you anywhere near my business?â
with each insult and jab that was thrown in your face, the blurrier and blurrier your vision got, you desperately trying to blink your tears back and put on a brave front, but finding it difficult when it was your own father that was dumbing you down to nothing.
âyouâre not ready for anything like this and i donât think you will ever be.â he stood up from his chair. âiâm thinking of whatâs good for you and youâre being ungrateful yet again with your complaintsââ
âsir with all due respect please try to see where sheâs coming from.â kento interjected. âiâm sure she has the future of your business in her best interests, but marrying her off to someone she doesnât know very well is upsetting herââ
âsheâs never had any interest in the state of my business son you and i both know thatââ
âsir sheâs an extremely capable woman and independent i assure you her contribution to the business would serve prosperityââ
your father scoffed. âthere is no prosperity with her. all she brings is disorder and foolery and i appreciate you trying to vouch for her butââ
âplease if youâd just give her a chanceââ
âiâd give you more of a chance over herââ
âthen give the company to kento!â you yelled, the both of them snapping their heads to you and kentoâs eyes widening. âi could care less what you think of me everything you told me isnât new fucking informationââ
âyoung lady languageââ
ââiâm not here to try and convince you to give me the business thatâs not what iâm here for.â you spat. âbut donât you dare stand there and say that iâve never cared about the state of it when thatâs bullshit.â
kento placed a hand on your shoulder and you shook it off.
âgive the company to kento.â you repeated firmly. âif you give it to akio heâll run your business to the ground and you know that.â
âand how would you know he isnât qualifiedââ
âare you kidding?â you shook your head incredulously. âakio is a little dumb boy who goes to his daddy for help any chance he gets because he canât do anything for himself. he puts on a show about how heâs this mature experienced man when heâs nothing but a joke.â
âi thought you said you barely knew him?â your father asked. âwhere is this information coming from?â
âthe monroe sisters.â you spat. âtheyâre blabbermouths and their opinions are garbage, but their gossip is always truthful.â
itâs how you found out about the arranged proposal after all.
âiâm stubborn, iâm spoiled, iâm too stupid to handle anything for myself iâm helplessâ fine. whatever you say but him?ââ
you pointed to kento.
âheâs the most qualified for this position and you and i both know that.â
ây/n noââ kento tried to interject again, but you cut him off.
âheâs seen you handle the business since he was fourteen and knows it inside and out and just as much as you do. any task youâve ever given him heâs gotten it done and more and i assure you that the business will flourish if you give it to him.â
you stepped forward, your father standing there with a neutral expression.
âbelieve it or not i care about what you worked so hard for to create, and i care about you, and regardless of what you think of me and the fact that youâve shown me the complete opposite, itâd kill me to see akio ruin all of it.â
you wiped your cheeks and continued as you turned around, making your way to the other side of your fatherâs study.Â
âkentoâs a good man. everything will be in good hands with him.â
you threw open the door and stomped out.
âand iâm not marrying akio!ââ
ây/n return at onceââ
âsir i advise you toââ
your father and kentoâs words drowned out the further down the hallway you got, tears spilling from your eyes now that you were away from it all as your heels hastily clicked against the shiny marble flooring, quiet sobs racking through your body.
you spouting repeatedly how you didnât care what your father thought about you was a complete lie.
because you very much did care⌠you always have. and no matter how hard you tried to prove to him that you were capable of more than just parties and brunches and pearls and pretty dresses and shoes and cars, it was never enough.Â
you were never enough.
ây/nââ
kento distantly burst out from your fatherâs study and quickly strode up to you, concern etched all over his face as you shook off your chiffon scarf and chucked it somewhere behind you in frustration.Â
âmy darlingââ kento picked up the long piece of fabric and continued on after you. âmy darling iâm so sorryââ
âi need to be alone ken.â you sobbed. âiâm sorry too i just need to be aloneââ
âi refuse to leaveââ
you slammed your bedroom door shut and kento picked up the pace, his eyes big in alarm at the sound of tumbling and thudding in your room as he stopped in front of your door, swinging it open to reveal you on the other side throwing your heels across the room along with several other pairs and things, your pretty pearls and jewels flying as he stood there in shock.
kento caught sight of you picking up your favorite porcelain flower vase amidst your rage to throw, him quickly stepping in and snatching it from you and fighting your thrashing as he held you to himself.
âkento stop it!ââ
he placed the vase safely on your vanity desk and spun you around, his arms grabbing your shoulders tightly as he bent down to your level.
âsweetheart breathe pleaseââÂ
he hurriedly snagged off his cream colored blazer and tossed it off to the side, leaving him in his blue button up and suspenders as he rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands back on your shoulders.
âheyâ itâs alright.â his hazel eyes frantically darted over every corner of your face, him snatching off his lenses now and tossing them. âitâs alright breathe for me y/n pleaseââ
you could only sob, your mascara stained cheeks and heartbroken expression crumbling and ripping kento to pieces as he looked at you, his hands coming up to cup and caress your wet face.
âeverything he said was the farthest thing from the truth donât let it upset you like thisââ
âno but heâs right heâs right!â you sobbed. âiâm useless i canât do shit for myself and iâd probably be off somewhere dead in a ditch if it wasnât for youââ
âdo not say things like thatââ
âkento you canât be with me.â
he faltered. âiâm sorry?â
âyou canât be with me itâs embarrassing to be with me youâre better off with someone whoâs capable and responsible like you i just bring you downââ
âstop that iâm serious i wonât ask againââ
âno kento youâre not listening!â you cried, your shoulders violently shaking. âyouâre a good man. youâre such a good man and youâre way too good for me and i donât deserve to be with you you canât keep babysitting me like thisââ
âhow could you ever possibly say these things about yourself?â he shook his head. âhow could you ever say that youâre too good for me when itâs the other way around?â
your eyes narrowed.
âno itâs not donât give me thatââ
âyour father is full of shit.â
your mouth snapped shut.
kento never badmouthed your father no matter what it was, and he also never cussed so forceful and purposeful no matter the situation.
âheâs always been too hard on you and too stoic for reasons that i will never understand nor ever agree with.â
he leaned closer.
âdo not upset yourself over the things he said any longer and do not worry about your marriage arrangement with akio.â
âkenââ
âdo not think about the pearls you just threw over your balcony do not worry about anythingâ i will take care of it.â
âiââ
âi love you and i will take care of it.â
you continued to cry, letting your body slump wholly against his as he caught you and held you tight.
âplease.. i beg you darling to believe me when i say that you are the most capable woman i know.â he spoke against your ear, his chest aching over your soft sobbing. âyouâre witty and youâre intelligent and youâve come so far simply because of who you are and the way you carry yourself. itâs a shame your father canât see that.â
âno one can see thatââ
âi can see it. everybody else can see it too and iâve been around you all my life to testify for it.âÂ
you sniffled, burying your face in his neck.
âbelieve me my loveâŚâ he ran a soothing hand down your back. âyouâre everything. youâre an asset. donât let your fatherâs words take that away.â
you sniffled a little, standing there silent as your hiccups and sobs settled down gradually, your heart beating prominently against your ribs at kentoâs sweet murmurings and affection, because though your fathers actions and decisions were bible, so were kentoâs words.
he was a good man.
âthank you.â you mumbled, and he nodded, gently guiding you to your bed to sit.
âiâll take care of you sweetheart.â he pulled back and placed a soft kiss to your lips. âi promise you.â
you smiled a little, a small warm gleam in your eyes as you sniffed and nodded.
âokay ken.â
words didnât need to be said between the two of you to know the unconditional love you both had for each other, one that was born and bred and made a fact upon your lives crossing paths through fated connections, and strengthened from the day kento decided to be your bodyguard and protect you with everything that he had.
and words didnât need to be said between the two of you as you both fell in each otherâs soft embraces either, kissing with lingering hands and bated breaths as kento delicately laid you back on your bed after a moment of soft chattering, him making sure you were okay, and scattering hungry open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck and your body language alone with your needy whines enough of an indicator to him that you needed all of him, just as much as he needed all of you, his calloused hands undressing you and worshipping your bare body and everything that you were.
skin to skin contact that was hot to the touch, your arms that barely reached around his broad built shoulders trembling as kento made love to you that night, foreheads resting against each others as he pumped slowly and intimately in and out from inside you, your gasps catching themselves in your throat and him moaning with every thrust and snap of his hips that sent you down a ditzy fucked out road that you never wanted to back track from.
and kento treated you like a delicate little pearl all while at the same time desperately marking and bruising you up with hickeys and bites, afraid from the start that he would accidentally cross the line and hurt you due to his size, but you reassuring him with your perfect smile and pretty face while whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he filled you full, him swallowing you whole and man handling you so much to the point where he had to have you biting down on his tie to keep you quiet while he fucked you senseless.
everything about it was meaningful and cherished and nothing like youâd ever experienced before in your lifeâ a night you wanted to remember for as long as you lived and prayed that you got to repeat over and over againâŚÂ with him.
with kento and kento only.
he was the only man capable of simmering down your tears and making you feel so much better about a situation as horrid as the one that transpired, and he was the only man that was capable of getting you to listen when you didnât want to, an incredible talent in itself that spoke volumes in how much of a gentle and kind and reliable person he was⌠and you only hoped that you provided him with things of the same caliber.
and the thought of that only amplified upon you waking up to find that kento wasnât next to you in your bed the next morning⌠when you clearly remembered falling asleep in his big arms the night before.
you slowly sat up, one tired eye peeking over at the vacant spot next you and around the room, finding nothing and honestly feeling a little down about his disappearance as you groggily got out of bed.
maybe he went to eat breakfast? or get a cup of coffee?
you continued on anyways with your morning and freshened up for the day, your legs nearly giving out and sore in the shower due to the pounding he gave youâ skin tender and purple under the running water and you loving every mark, shrugging and getting ready quicker than normal so you could finally see kento downstairs to share a little smooch or two with him.
you zoomed through styling your hair and doing your makeup before spritzing a bit of perfume, not bothering to locate your phone before you opened the door to your bedroom and stepped out, bidding your usual good mornings to your housekeeping staff as you skipped down the grand staircase and over to the kitchen, a place he was usually at if not already with you in your room.
but he wasnât there.
and you frowned.
where was he?
you spent a total of thirty minutes looking for kentoâ practically turning your mansion upside down and even sticking your head in rooms you had never stepped foot in before, your mind fucking confused and worried that you couldnât locate him anywhere and that your staff didnât even know where he was when you asked, for him doing something like this was completely unheard of.
upon going back upstairs, you speedily walked past your fathers study and stopped.
could he be in there�
but your father was for sure in there, and you couldnât stand the thought of speaking or even looking at him at the moment without fury clouding your judgement again.
but kento could be in thereâŚ
you took a deep breath and walked back to your fathers door, hesitantly knocking gently.
âcome in.â
you pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind you before turning around and shoulders slumping when you didnât spot him in here either.
dammit.
âgood morning.â your father spoke. âwhat can i do for you? itâs rather early for you to be stopping by.â
âoh yeah sorry i justââ you played with the ends of your hair. âi was just looking for kento⌠i thought he mightâve been in here.â
he shook his head.
âheâs not. he left.â
you froze.
âheâ what?â
âhe left.â you father repeated. ânanami stepped down from the position of being your bodyguard earlier today. he left a couple of hours ago.â
what the fuck?
âi donâtââ you tightly gripped the table next to you, balancing yourself. âi donât understandââ
âyouâll be assigned a new bodyguard within the next coming weekââ
âdid he say why?â you breathed out. âdid he say anything at all?â
your fathers eyes scanned you.
âamongst various other things, he said he simply couldnât fulfill that position anymore.â
âdid you fire him?!â
he scoffed. âdonât be ridiculous y/n i would never do something like that to nanami. i tried to get him to reconsider.â
holy fucking shit.
kento quit? kento left? kento left you?
it didnât make any sense. nothing about it made sense to you thisâ this wasnât like him at allâ
âlike i said youâll be assigned a new bodyguard soon i just need to finalize nanamiâs paperworkââ
you swung open the door and ran out, your eyes already filling with tears as you pushed through your housekeeping staff and ignored their beckoning and calls, you bursting through your room and throwing everything around to try and find your phone through your heaving and panic.
why did he leave you? was it something you did?
did he finally realize you were nothing but a useless spoiled girl?
you hurriedly wiped your eyes and kept looking, transitioning from your bed over to your vanity desk and knocking over everything to try and find your stupid phone to call him, some of your expensive bottle of perfumes clattering and spilling and you not giving a rats ass about it as your tears increased in intensity, about to run out of your room and get in your car to literally drive around your fucking city to look for him until you snapped your head up.
a small yellow sticky note sat stuck to your mirror.Â
you stopped, dropping the items you were holding and stepping closerâ pulling the note from its position and bringing it in.
iâll be in the garden waiting for you when you wake up.
kento.
you hiccuped and wiped your eyes again, kicking the clothes you had thrown about in search for your phone (that you still couldnât find) as you hurriedly left your room and trudged down the hall, confusion and hurt suffocating your head over the information you had just learned about him and his leave, you reaching the bottom of your staircase and rounding through various hallways and lounge areas to get to the entry way of your little garden, one that wasnât exaggeratingly massive like the monroeâs, but one that was a great size and that you loved with everything in youâ various flowers and herbs planted by yours truly as you periodically took care of them from time to time.
and sure enough, as promised, kento was standing at the end of your garden, his back turned to you as he overlooked the acres of land your father owned that stretched beyond the premises of your rosey labyrinth, him dressed in a casual yet dressy tight long sleeve sweater and dress pantsâ a sight you werenât used to seeing at all as you always saw him in a full blown suit everyday without fail.
kento heard the soft rustling of grass and he slightly turned, a soft smile stretching across his chiseled face until he caught sight of your tear stained cheeks and pissed off expression, his face dropping and brows pinching.
âhoney whatâs wrong?â he walked over to you and you glared. âwhy are you looking at me like that?â
âyou quit.â you muttered, already annoyingly feeling your waterworks trigger again. âmy father said you gave up your bodyguard position.â
âoh.â his shoulders relaxed, and his nonchalance only further pissed you off. âi did my love yesââ
âwhy.â you pushed. âwhy are you leaving i donâtâ i donât get it did i do something wrong? iââ
âwhat?â he shook his head and took your hands in his. âno dear god no you didnât do anything.â
âthen why are you leaving?â you sniffed, and kento wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
âi told your father i love you.â
you stiffened.
âhe wasnât very pleased.â he continued. âi figured he wouldnât be⌠but he didnât make me step down from my position darling, i chose to do that.â
you blinked confusedly.
âbut why?â
âi donât want to be paid for something that i was born to do as your man.â he smiled warmly. âit didnât feel right to me⌠and i donât want to be labeled as that anymore either.â
he wiped away your remaining tears.
âi want to only be known as yours now. not your bodyguard or anything else in between.â
you were left speechless, unmoving and rigid at everything he was saying.
âhowever⌠your father did make me choose between you and the business.â
your brows furrowed, taken aback.
âtheâ the business?ââ
kento nodded, a content smile still on his face.
âhe was impressed by what you said yesterday sweetheart.âÂ
you scoffed. âwhat that his words were bullshit and that he doesnât care about meââ
he laughed, little crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he shook his head.
âhe was satisfied to see that you werenât angry about not getting the company for yourself, but because he was going to give it away to someone who wasnât qualified to maintain it.âÂ
you pursed your lips.
âhe was offering it to me in exchange for letting you go. i refused immediately.â
your eyes shot up.
âkento no iâ fuckââ you looked around exasperatedly. âthis is your dream! this is everything youâve ever wanted i feel horrible for taking that away i donâtââ
âsweetheart donât be stupid.â he chuckled. âi thought i made it clear enough that youâre everything iâve ever wanted⌠not some business. i donât need any of that. just you.â
your eyes softened.
âare you sad at all?â
he shook his head and gently kissed your forehead.
âiâm the happiest iâve ever been y/n.â
and that was the truest of truths.
kento was truly and incandescently happy, no longer tied down and restrained by his inner monologues of former idiotic confusion, or jugglings of what was best for you and whether you should be with him or not no longer standing in the way either as he finally welcomed the fact that yesâ a woman as gracious and lively and stunning as you could indeed love a simple man like him, an absolute privilege and honor to have someone as special as you want a life with him in it that he just couldnât understand how his feelings were ever considered confusing to start with.
for him thinking of nothing but you and his occupation as your protector and your guide, a job that he saw himself doing beside you until his very dying day, was all simply a mask of him thinking out the rest of his life with you in the form of work.
and it was so clear that he loved you. so much.
how could he not? how could the way he stared at the monroeâs generational wedding portraits and photographs, swapping their faces out with his and yours, and his constant weighings of âif she was mineâ and âdoes she actually feel the same wayâ from before not already give away enough that he loved you?
but it was even clearer now, with him giving up the opportunity to build and nourish a reputable business like heâd always aspired to do, turning it down without so much as a blink because he wanted you and you only, not feeling an ounce of regret in his body and knowing that he never will.
kento was looking forward to spending the rest of his days with the woman that heâd always envisioned it withâ the forbidden heavenly fruit that he had deemed impossible to reach and wrong to even try, him unknowing of the fact that that same glistening fruit sat dangling and waiting as it would only ever let itself be harvested and picked by himâŚÂ for kento was the one who planted and had been nurturing it for as long as it could remember.
planted it⌠nurtured it⌠kept it safe.
kept you safe.
and funnily enough, another individual was also looking forward to seeing your life with kento unfoldâŚÂ your fatherâ curious to see how exactly two opposites became compatible, and when it was that the two of you fell in love as it managed to wholeheartedly slip past his radar completely when most things didnât.
had he really been this absent in your life?
⌠though regardless if he was or wasnât, it was too late to dwell on it now, seeing as you were a grown woman and capable and your father was grateful that you at least had a companion with you through the many days he wasnât, and an honorable man such as kentoâ taking care of you and guiding you through every step of your life when he didnât even need to be asked, his willingness to do it and overlooking your reckless habits reading numbers to your father.
and even more so now as he leaned against his studies stone balcony ledge from above, it overlooking the entirety of your garden plus the acres of land he owned during the annual dinner party he put on for the business, kento sitting peacefully on a lawn chair with you in his lap while drinking glasses of sparkling champagne, soft echoing laughs and giggles heard from below as you enjoyed each others company away from the bustling crowds and nosy relatives.
it was a pleasing sight, to say the least.
and it was exactly why your father was going to give his business to kento when the time came, because when given the choice between gluttony and love, kento chose love.
he chose you.
âiâm thinking of planting tiger lilies soon.â you hummed, your head resting on kentoâs shoulder as he delicately ran a hand down your back, sipping his champagne. âitâs almost their season⌠right?â
âi believe so, yes.â he nodded. âi think thatâs a great idea.â
âthanks!â you cheesed, running the tip of your index finger absentmindedly over the rim of your glass. âwill you help me? i need your big manly arms to carry the soil out from the flower shop tomorrow hehe.â
he chuckled, tracing his fingers gingerly over your upper arm. âiâll pick it up for you in the morning sweetheart. donât concern yourself with it.â
you smiled to yourself, cheeks warm as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.
âi am concerned about something else thoughâŚâ
his brows pinched, lowering the glass from his lips and looking at you in concern.
âwhat is it?â
âwhen weâre gonna pick our wedding dateââ
kento laughed boastfully and shook his head, setting down his champagne glass on the little table next to him and settling his hand over your thigh, the material of your classy black dress smooth under his touch.
âyou asked me this just last night my love.â
âokay so?â you grinned. âyou donât want me to be your precious wife? the birth giver of your offspring?ââ
âi never said thatââ
âbecause i could yâknow.â you caressed his jaw with your thumb. âi could be your wife and be the mother of your children⌠isnât that what you want?â
with all of his heart.
âitâs what i want at least.â you pouted, and kento smiled handsomely, the vision of you soaked in the rays of the setting sun before him a lethal one as he felt his heart rattle against his chest.
âme promising to take care of you has marriage included above all else my love.â he spoke gently. âyou will be my bride someday, i assure you.â
you stared at him warmly, your cheek falling to rest against his as you placed your hand on his chest and over his white crisp button up.
âi also assure you that youâll continue to be happy and protected, alright?â he squeezed your thigh. âjust because iâm not your bodyguard anymore doesnât mean my duties are done with.â
you nodded against him, the slight prickling cold wind brushing against your skin as the stunning sun continued to set.
âyouâre a good man, ken.â you murmured. âand i love you.â
and that was another truest of truths.
because as he reiterated that same three worded phrase back to you and held you closer to his built frame, grabbing his blazer from the arm rest and draping it over your goose bumped filled shoulders, and with a tender kiss to your lips?
it was obvious that kento nanami was born and raised to be just that.
a good man.
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that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks
#which in some cases I suppose if you did not file them down it would cease to be conflict free fluff#no matter WHAT au it was. but nevertheless
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âbaby stop im trying to readâ
âwhat do you mean ma im just getting warmâ
toji was in fact not just getting warm. his big calloused palms were currently underneath your (his) shirt fondling your tits. it wasnât uncommon for toji to have his hands on your breasts as you read before bed. He used them like stress relievers. warm and soft and comforting to the touch. you had your kindle in one hand and the other placed on his head gently rubbing at his scalp as he nosed his way into the crevice of your neck.
âfuck baby you smell so good. you always smell so clean and vanillery.â
that made you smile.
âyeah i know i smell great.â
he laughed at that because yes you did always smell great. god he was so comfortable right now. nothing on the planet could top this for him. with your boobs in his palms toji could overcome anything. his touch became a bit heated and you knew this would soon be escalating. but you werenât going to be the one giving in, if he wanted you he was going to have to ask. carefully his fingers began to pinch at your nipples and he knew he had you right where he wanted you when you began to mewl at his touch.
âwhat are you reading about thatâs got you like this baby? are you cheating on me?â
âhowâs it cheating if iâm reading you buffoon? and you know exactly why.â
he couldnât help but smile at the easy banter that was so common between the two of you.
âwant me to do to you whatever youâre reading about?â
and just as toji began to hike up your shirt with the intention of putting his mouth to work you both heard a slight little patter of feet on the hard wood floor. you couldnât see anything due to the darkness in the room but you were pretty sure someone was here. toji lifted his head up with his hands still holding your chest under your shirt and craned his neck over the edge of the bed when he felt a little finger pat his shoulder.
âdaddy i did sickâ
âoh megs for fucks sake.â
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Boxer!Sukuna who makes you kiss his gloves before his match for good luck.
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His team had left the locker room and it was just the two of you now. You were sitting on a bench while he organized his bag. âI didnât know you got so many freebies from your sponsorships.â In your hand, was a brand new boxing shoe that he received from UnderArmor for a sports shoot campaign.
âEh, theyâre not really what I need in the actual matches but I use them during training cause I donât wanna waste âem,â he mumbled. He seemed to be more on edge than usual. During his last match, he lost by a landslide, having a sour taste in his mouth from the experience. He blamed you because you werenât there to kiss his glove prior to the match.
You turn to look at him staring down at his gloves.
âSukuna.â
âYeah?â He turned to look at you. No smiles, just a deadpan expression. You walked towards him and held his face in your hands. You could tell he was nervous about the fight even though he had won so many before.
âHoney, whatâs on your mind?â Your voice was sincere and comforting for him. âWhat if Iâm in a slump? My last match was so bad. Iâve never lost like that. What if Iâm on a losing streak now?â
You get on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. âSukuna, youâve worked hard have you not?â He nods. âAnd you feel like youâve trained well this time.â He nods again. âThen why are you so worried? Is it because you were distracted last time?â
He sighs and wraps his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck in the process. âLook, I donât know if you think itâs weird but when I see you outside the ring, I feel like I have a reason to win. It drives me to fight better. I had a really shitty day last time and when I didnât see you I just didnât feel like giving my all.â
Your heart felt like it was being torn to pieces after seeing your husband sulk. âI just felt burnt out. I was hoping that once I saw you then Iâd feel better.â
You hugged him tighter and kissed his shoulder. âIâm sorry, Sukuna, I promise Iâll never do that again.â You start rubbing your hand up and down his back in hopes to calm him down right before his match.
âKiss my gloves for me?â he asks as he pulls away. You nod. He takes his boxing gloves out and places them in your hands. You leave a delicate kiss on each of them, your gloss leaving a small sparkly stain. He takes them from your hand and kisses them on the same spots as you did, maintaining eye contact with you throughout. âYouâre my good luck charm, you know that?â he says as he strokes your head.
You show him a teethy grin and nod.
âAnd youâre mine.â Your reply made him smash his lips to yours. âIâll be sure to win now that youâre here.â He mumbled against your lips.
â
No thoughts. Just boxer!sukuna
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when you and satoru gojo started dating and agreed to take it slow, the first thing that you got used to was the fact that his infinity was up 24/7. though you understood and never brought it up, part of you yearned to feel his skin and not the invisible shield that kept him from the rest of the world.
then, during one beautiful evening after a lovely picnic date, you're comfortably lying against his chestâagainst that familiar shield, until you realize that you aren't.
as he's adorably rambling about something funny that happened while he was teaching the second years, you notice that you feel the material of his jacket against your cheek. then, you realize that the comforting scent you've been inhaling is his cologne. curious, you gently grasp one of his hands that's closest to you, and your heart practically skips a beat when you feel the warmth of his palm for the first time.
satoru senses your excitement and quietly intertwines your fingers with his. it's also his first time touching you without infinity activated, and he wants to savor it. his thumb brushes soothing patterns on your hand, and you don't even realize how hard you're grinning until you feel the strain in your cheeks.
he chuckles, and you look up to see him staring at you, blindfold raised and his blue eyes soft with adoration. "what's got you cheesin' like that, pretty girl?"
you shrug, your smile unwavering. "just thinking about how perfect my boyfriend is."
satoru stares at you for a little while longer, then tilts his head a bit lower. you feel his lips gently press against your forehead, then against your lips, feather-light and brief. the kiss is short, but it's absolutely perfect for the first time.
you snuggle against satoru, and his other hand strokes your soft face. "that's good," he finally replies, "because i'm always thinking about how lovely my girlfriend is."
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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]
title. around the clock
Hooking up with your little brotherâs babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision.
á° pairing. babysitter/boxing au - underground boxer & babysitter!gojo x college student!reader (f)
á° summary. when underground boxer gojo satoru becomes a little strapped for cash, he gets a day job as a babysitter for a five-year-old kid named yuuji who most definitely has adhd (but thatâs besides the point). the kidâs mom gave gojo two rules, and two rules only: donât accidentally kill my son, and do not flirt with my daughter. heâs pretty sure heâs got a good hold on the former, but heâs got no self control over the latter.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, smut, casual sex, lil bit of fluff, lil bit of crack, slight age gap (readerâs 22 & gojoâs 27), cum play, creampie, unprotected sex, praise kink, slight degradation, gojo is a sleazebag that cares?, sort of porn-coded smut except thereâs a lil bit of lore so itâs kinda porn w plot, uhh having sex with risk of getting caught, gojo beats people up at night & then plays father figure to a 5 y/o during the day, mentions of violence/alcohol/drugs/blood/cigarettes
á° word count. 12.6k
a/n. hiiii friends jeez it feels like FOREVER since i've posted some good ol' smut (still has plot tho xd)...hopefully you enjoy n see ya at the bottom! lmk if i missed any warnings! if you asked to be tagged but didnât get tagged itâs bc you have your tags off aaa :( even when some ppl tried to fix it i still couldnât tag them iâm sorry!!
alsoooooo so very much love to @starmapz for beta reading this for me :â) really helped me w my posting nerves haha. she is also a wonderful jjk author pls go check out her works!! đ ART CREDITS: @/3-aem
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2:34 pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): heyy um iâm sorry if this comes off kinda rude i just am kinda bad with this but i was wondering if you could text my mom for questions about yuujiâs care instead of me?
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Oh 2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Yeah, sure
2:34 pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): sorry i know my mom doesnât know much ab how to take care of him bc i was the one that took care of him for a while but i just really want to separate myself from that guardian role now that iâve transferred to NYU yknow? :/ i think itâs not my place anymore. i just wanna be big sis now haha
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: I get it. Sorry if I was making you uncomfortable with my texts
2:48pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): no no not uncomfy by it, thanks for looking after him. itâs just iâm kind of busy n stuff so it can be distractingÂ
2:49pm Gojo Satoru: Ok, got it
2:52pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): and it was kind of an issue with his last babysitter
2:53pm Gojo Satoru: Oh?
2:55pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeahhh like he would keep textinf me n stuff uhh kinda weird things⌠i told my mom about it and she was super pissed so she fired him
2:55pm Gojo Satoru: Weird things?
2:56pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeah he was always âaccidentally sexting meâ n like he sent me a dick pic once sooooo yeah
2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Who tf 2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Iâll go beat him up
2:57pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): oh no no its fine lol 2:57pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): please dont beat anyone up 2:58pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): iâm not saying youâre like him tho i just think maybe less texting unless its an emergency okay?
3:00pm Gojo Satoru: Are you sure because I will totally go beat him up for you
3:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): NO I DONT WANT YOU TO BEAT ANYONE UP FOR ME 3:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): also no offense but you dont look like you could beat someone up
3:01pm Gojo Satoru: WHAT 3:02pm Gojo Satoru: Tf you mean âno offenseâ thatâs literally the most offensive thing you could say to a guy
3:04pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeaa i mean you have muscles ofc but in the âohhh i wanna look good for instagramâ way and not like real man muscles yknow
3:06pm Gojo Satoru: Ok princess next time you visit home and go on one of your stupidly large grocery hauls Iâll make sure you carry all those groceries in by yourselfÂ
3:06pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): NO 3:07pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): I WAS JUST JOKING 3:07pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): YOURE SO STRONG TY FOR ALWAYS CARRYING THE GROCERIES INSIDE 3:08pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): PLEASE KEEP CARRYING MY GROCERIES INSIDE
3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Nah 3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Should we be texting right now? Iâm not sensing any emergencies here
3:11pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): pls. my groceries :(
3:16pm Gojo Satoru: Iâll let the kiddo know you say hi đđźÂ
The irony of it all was that, if Gojo really wanted to, he absolutely could beat the shit out of someone. And he has, hundreds of times, pseudo professionally. Although that isnât something heâd admit to you, out of fear that you might relay that info back to your mom who would then become mortified that sheâs entrusted her five-year-old sonâs life to the hands of an underground boxer.Â
But he needed the money. A night-time job didnât really make daytime money, not when they could easily replace him with the next dude the second he gets knocked out of the ring more than twice, let alone if he let it happen once. And although he sometimes made large sums, it wasnât stable income. He needed a back-up plan, and so babysitting it was.Â
The babysitter working nights at unsanctioned dojos and gyms located in the back of cartel blocks, knocking teeth out of men twice his size, would put any decent mother into a coma or induce some episode of syncope, hence why it wasnât something he put on his resume before he got hired. Not that he even needed to provide a resume; your mom seemed desperate to cover the position as fast as possible, that promotion at work was moving faster than she wanted to, and Gojoâs beneficial attribute that he possessed as a candidate to look after her son, compared to all the other potential hires, was that he had a penis.
He likes the kid. Yuuji. Heâs got kind of a short attention span, and makes Gojo weary of his age. Hold up, that makes him sound like heâs geriatric, heâs really only the ripe old age of twenty-seven, but the immortality and infinite stamina that a five-year-old boy has on him is enough to have him huffing and puffing at the end of every single evening shift he takes on with the rascal.Â
Fighting is all sprint, and no stamina. Sure, there might be some more seasoned boxers that might disagree with him, but for someone as young as him in the field, itâs the tactic heâs been forced to gain. If he draws a fight on for too long, he'll get killed by a forty-two year old man with steroids clogging up his adipose tissue and enough testosterone to grow a full-body beard by the time the sun starts to set. No, his strategy is to knock them out within the first fifteen seconds. Use their weight against them, and whatnot. A tactic heâs found has worked, since heâs been undefeated thus far.Â
He can never wrap his head around it. The drug lords that run the rings whoâve gained millions the night before from selling crystal meth only to lose it all the night following in the second Gojo hooklines a solid punch to their betting boxerâs chin, making them see God & their Momma before they tap out (if theyâre even able).
He doesnât pocket much money from it, not anything compared to what the men who bet on him end up making at least, but itâs a decently solid sum. How lucrative it really is depends solely on what he thinks the value of his life is.
Itâs not unheard of, boxers dying in the ring. Turns out, rich drug dealers care very little about the sheep theyâve captured to perform their entertaining little stunts. But Gojo wasnât doing all of this to feel some sense of work-life pride, no, it was just sustenance. When basic needs are not met, humans resort to the most animalistic of all behaviors, and while heâs not proud of what he does, he canât deny the fact that itâs turned him into an adrenaline junkie that gets a rush in his veins every time he knocks a jaw loose.
But balance was key. And hence why heâs a boxer by night, babysitter by day. For at least four days a week, he gets to pretend heâs the kingâs most trusted appointed knight, or heâs the radioactive tyrannosaurus rex that wants to tyrannize all the other dinosaurs, or maybe heâs the evil power ranger (he always forgets which color that one was) that is determined to make the world a living hell by smashing mr. potatohead against the bunk bed post a billion times for all the other toys to see. Or whatever other imaginative hyperfixations Yuuji imposes on him in the later afternoon once heâs had his bowl of spaghetti-Oâs and is ready to play. Lately, the kidâs been really into space. Theyâve got all sorts of space toys these days. Back in Gojoâs day, he just had a good olâ Buzz Lightyear.
âOne rule, thatâs it: donât accidentally kill my son. Actually, one more rule. Donât flirt with my daughter.âÂ
Thereâs a part of Gojo that believes your mom kind of knows heâs up to shady shit at night, otherwise why else would she clause for him to not flirt with you if she didnât read the slight swell to his eye and the healing gash across his cheek as anything other than this boy is trouble and I want him nowhere near my too-good-for-him daughter of reproductive capacity since thatâs the exact tale of how I became a single mother in the first place. Or maybe he inherently looks like heâs up to no good? Heâs not sure which angle is more offensive, and which one was more flattering. Well in any case, she entrusted Yuujiâs life to him, despite acknowledging the plausibility of harm, and that means she overall thinks positively of him, right? âŚâŚright?
The first night he met you, it was awkward to say the least. Gojo spends most of his nights performing deadly stunts for middle aged men with potbellies, and most of his days hanging out with a five-year-old (one who heâd argue is his only friend at this point). Sure, heâs got some people he sees occasionally back in his high school hometown when he can brave hearing about how everyoneâs in college now or doing a masters or theyâre working respectable nine-to-five day jobs meanwhile he has to lie to his Pops that heâs been working in insurance for the past two years. Listen, in fairness, he probably makes the same amount of money as an insurance broker would anyways, but he canât exactly own up to the identity of his craft.Â
Anyways, the point is, heâs not used to seeing other people his age anymore. Thereâs the occasional hook-up with girls he hasnât seen since Mrs. Tracyâs homeroom period back in sweet two-thousand-sixteen, or his twice-a-year hangout with Suguru where he only learns the day of where he's visiting from since the guy moves around more than Gojo can keep up with. But save for that, he mostly just sees your mom and then Yuuji.Â
So seeing you standing in the kitchen for the first time when he went to put Yuujiâs half-finished GoGurt back in the fridge was startling to say the least. When the sight of a woman startled him, he knew he needed to start getting out again.
You were on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab at something over the fridge, and wearing these ridiculously short shorts to where he could see the curve of your ass, his line of sight trailing down the skin of your bare legs. He couldnât see anything of your form above your shorts, given you were wearing an extremely baggy t-shirt with NYU on it in big bolded university letters. As far as he knew, you were a senior at NYU, studying psychology, made deanâs list consecutively for the past three years given the way your mother posted all your stellar transcripts up on the fridge (he gets that sheâs proud of her daughter, but doesnât that kind of stuff usually end in grade school?) But other than that, it was all the information he had on you.
âHere,â he said, pressing his front to your back, maybe just to get a feel, as he reached over to you to finally grab the box of cereal you were swatting for, the one that he purposefully placed at the back because Yuuji learned how to climb counters recently. âIs this what you want?â
He had heard you gasp, spinning around on your heel fast, staring up at him with wide eyes like you werenât expecting some random man to be in the house right now, and your first instinct ended up being to grab the knife out of the kitchen knife block and lunge it straight at his torso.
If it wasnât for his boxer reflexes, heâd have ended up at the ER that evening. Or dead. All depending on the strength you could pack into a stab. But instead, he deflected it, though not without a gash to his torso through the fabric of his shirt, one that you spent the rest of the evening profusely apologizing for and eventually mending to with cotton balls and neosporin.Â
âI didnât know you were my little brotherâs babysitter,â you mumbled with a small wince on your face as you dabbed ointment on the wound while he pulled the hem of his shirt up to his shoulder. Heâs never had an injury tended to before. It was nice.
âItâs fine, I get it, totally acceptable response to seeing a random dude in your house.â
He remembers the curl of your eyelashes while you stared down at his bare upper half, something he imprinted on his memory rather than the concern in your face as your fingertips traced the scars across his chest. He hoped they made you feel better about the one you just slashed into him, because after all, what was one more?Â
He knows he shouldnât have, but he kissed you that night. Two minutes before your mom came home, and right after you bid him goodnight with one more apology, he backed you up against the door of your bedroom, his hands on your hips pulling you towards him, and his lips pressed against yours. Something seamless, from candid conversation that was heading towards an end, to full fledged making out against white-painted wood, his teeth nipping at your lip and he wondered just how touch-starved those university boys were leaving you given the desperate way youâd clinged to his shirt for dear life as he deepened the kiss.
The moment only lasted one minute and fifty-seven seconds, and in the remaining three, your motherâs key pushed into the front door and he had to pull away. Always, on the dot, 10PM, she was home. It was how he knew he had two minutes left to make a move in the first place.
So much for no flirting.
6:57pm Gojo Satoru: Bahahah I accidentally forgot where yuujiâs epipen is 6:58pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 6:59pm Gojo Satoru: Turns out this can-o-soup was just covering it in the cabinet
7:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): ??? why did you need to find his epipen
7:08pm Gojo Satoru: Oh he accidentally took a bite of my pad thai 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: I freaked cuz I thought it had peanuts in it but I remember I asked for it without any 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: shitâs crazy
7:10pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TEXT ME????????
7:12pm Gojo Satoru: YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT ME TEXTING YOU UNLESS IT WAS AN EMERGENCY ?
7:13pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): SATORU YOU THOGHT HE ATE SOMETHING W PEANUTS IN IT AND YOU FORGOT WHERE HIS EPIPEN WAS THATSS A FUCKIGN EMERGENCY
7:15pm Gojo Satoru: THE KID IS DOING FINE HES ALIVE JESUS LEAVE ME ALONE 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: See. heâs chill 7:17pm Gojo Satoru: with intact airways might I add 7:18pm Gojo Satoru: Also isnât he a little too old to still be watching baby sensory videos?
7:20pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeah my mom thinks he has adhd :(
7:22pm Gojo Satoru: oh
He tried to keep his word though (although he doesnât recall ever giving it) out of the respect he had for your mom. She was a hard-working lady, single mom of two who went from working three jobs to now being a major administrator at a big law firm near the outskirts of town. It was an underdog story if heâd ever heard one, and he loved an underdog story.Â
But a little texting here and there wouldnât hurt, right? Or so he thought, until you told him to cut it out with the contact. Maybe you were just trying to be the good one in this situation. After all, hooking up with your little brotherâs babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision. Still, heâll eventually get your replies to his which shirt should Yuuji wear to the park? and look, the toothfairy gave him the butt of a joint and a couple thumbtacks for his front tooth. heâs ecstatic texts, although in a less timely manner than before when you werenât trying to preserve propriety. And when youâd occasionally visit every other weekend, heâd do his best to keep his hands in his pockets, and youâd fill up your nights with hangouts with your hometown friends to avoid spending too much time with him at the house. A silent agreement to not fuck each other, it was.Â
4:55pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): send pic of yuuji pls i miss him :(
5:04pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo]
5:08pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): IS THAT BLOOD?!?!?!?!
5:09pm Gojo Satoru: chillllllll itâs fake. Weâre working on his halloween costume
5:09pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): WHY DOES IT HAVE BLOOD?!?!?!?!?!?
5:10pm Gojo Satoru: He wants to be a baby xenomorph and I'm his parasitic host. You know that iconic chestburster scene from the old school alien movies? yeah
5:12pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): satoru please for the love of god just dress him up as a dinosaur or something
5:13pm Gojo Satoru: Iâm not the one that came up with the idea, okay? It was him
5:14pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): because you let him watch adult swim with you before putting him to bed. youâve deranged his brain.
5:14pm Gojo Satoru: He needs it. Builds character.
Gojo was living a double life, and if someone asked him, heâd say it was less of a Clark Kent way and more of a Bruce Wayne way, although in reality, he knows itâs close to neither. Heâs no superhero with a concealed identity fighting crime, heâs a con artist thatâs tricked a hard-working woman into hiring him just because heâs trying to save up enough money to get the fuck out of this godforsaken town, given heâs not knocked dead before then for the crimeâs amusement.
But Yuuji looks up to him now. And Gojoâs grown attached to him too. He taught the kid how to tie his own shoes and piss inside the actual toilet like a real man. And that kidâs the only thing thatâs made him question any of this. Maybe thatâs what dads feel, suddenly held to all this impossible responsibility and the pressure to stop doing stupid shit so that youâll stick around to see your kids get older. The thought that there are eyes on you now, eyes that are innocent and hopeful and learning, and because they know nothing at all, you feel the responsibility to protect them from everything. For fucks sake, remind him to never become a dad.Â
âDo you like my sister?â Yuuji had asked him out of nowhere one afternoon after he just got home from preschool, stacking a blue cube over a yellow one at the dining table.
âUhh,â Gojo starts. He wondered if your mom had put a wire on the kid, so his answer was as diplomatic as he could manage. âYeah, sheâs cool. Youâve got a cool sister.â
âBut. But.â Yuuji stutters, trying to find his big boy words. He stretches up higher to reach the top of his stack of blocks, but he only has so much arm real estate at the age of five. âDo you like her like you wanna kiss her?â
Gojo grabs the block from the kidâs hand, for a moment questioning Yuujiâs decision to want to put a blue block over another blue block, but he figures aesthetics are the least of a kidâs concern, and so he places the block where Yuuji wanted it.Â
Why does the kid know what kissing is anyway? Do kids know that kind of stuff at that age? Isnât a kiss to a five-year-old just something their mom gives to them before they head off to preschool for the day? And not something that happens between adult men and women? Maybe he should stop watching that adult swim in front of him.
âNo. I donât want to kiss your sister,â he says, again, because he is suspicious of a wire. It was a lie and then some, because he wants to do a lot more than just kiss you.
Gojo lifts the RedBull he was nursing up to his lips and watches Yuuji in the corner of his eye as the kid stares at his growing stack of blocks with a concentrated expression on his face, his chubby fingers squeezing tightly into little round dimpled balls, like heâs putting together all his tiny brain cells together to form another coherent thought before turning to face Gojo on the chair.
âItâs ok. You can kiss her if you wanâed to. You can marry her too,â Yuuji says.
Gojo almost spits out his RedBull. He barely manages to swallow it, a broken cough immediately leaving his throat when some of the liquid goes down the wrong pipe and heâs smacking a fist against his chest to knock the sanity back into himself.
âWhere the fuââŚwhere the flip did that come from?â he asks, blinking back tears from the rasp in his throat.
Yuujiâs small shoulders sulk as he sits back on his heels. âI want a papa.â
Oh fuck that hurt. Jesus christ, there was nothing more sad than that. Yuuji has literally never known what itâs like to have a dad, since his had left before he was even born. Gojoâs not really close to his old man by any means, but he had still been a fatherly figure in some pivotal moments when he had needed it growing up. Kids need their dads. And heâs seen enough people lose their way without one to know that the value of them is really underestimated.
Heâs also kind of shocked that Yuuji really did think of you as his motherly figure. Maybe since it had always just been him and his dad, Gojo learned how to self sustain from a young age, and he and his dad became accustomed to just looking after their own interests to avoid the headache of tending to one another. My land is my land, and your land is yours, and there was the occasional Saturday night spent together with his dadâs millions of beer bottles emptied dry on the carpet in front of the 1992 box TV as the two shared a greasy pizza from the place down the street. That was the extent of family solidarity that he knew.
But he canât imagine being barely eighteen and having to take care of your little brother all by yourself because your mom was too busy trying to put food on the table and was too poor to hire a babysitter. Your mom tried so damn hard to keep you away from the single teenage mother life, but somehow ended up giving it to you by proxy in the end anyway. It was no wonder you wanted space now that Yuujiâs a little older and your mom can afford a babysitter. No matter how much you might love your sibling, being their effective guardian out of pure necessity had to have taken a toll.
Gojo clears his throat before he speaks. âBuddy. If I married your sister, weâd be brothers. I wouldnât be your dad.âÂ
Yuujiâs eyes light up at the word brother. âBrothers? Me and you?â
âYeah. Bros.â
The kid giggles, all bubbly with cheeks rounding fully and eyes sparkling. Gojo reaches out to ruffle at his hair before Yuuji gets down onto one stubby leg at a time from the chair then bolts towards the kitchen.
âJuice!!â he yells somewhere around the corner out of sight.
Gojo sighs, staring at all the toys he pulled out for Yuuji to play with, all left in a scattered mess across the table. He gets up out of his chair and heads towards the fridge. âYeah, yeah. Iâll get you your juice, you little demon.â
The conclusion he comes to, and it might read like an obvious one, is that kids donât really know the reality of life, hence why adults hide so much from them.Â
This is what he thinks of tonight when he wraps his worn out boxing tape around his hands and his wrist, tightening it with his teeth, and he can smell the sweat and grime from them. The back of the underground gym had an old dated locker room, and as Gojo stretches his neck side to side while sitting on the stiff metal bench, he eyes the peeling red paint of the locker in front of him, blurring vision making it look like spilt blood.Â
His phone pings with a text. He shuffles inside his duffle bag to look for it while his other hand scratches at his bare chest.
1:07am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): hhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 1:07am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): omgomgomg sor y iâmÂ
He blinks at the screen, confusion flashing across his face. He types one letter, but then he sees three dots and a speech text bubble in the bottom left, so he waits for you.
1:09am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): i drunk :(
The corner of his mouth ticks up slightly.Â
1:09am Gojo Satoru: Yeah I can tell
1:10am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): at a apartyyyy
His eyebrows raise slightly, the thought of you tipsy on some frat party couch flashing through his mind, yet of all things you could be doing at that frat party, youâre texting him? Must be a really boring party.
1:11am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): whyyy are you aawake?
1:12am Gojo Satoru: Couldnât sleep 1:12am Gojo Satoru: Donât you have a midterm in the morning?
1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): wtf hwo do you knwo that
1:15am Gojo Satoru: Your mom keeps your schedule posted on the fridge
1:15am yuujiâs sister (no flirting): im so fucked;â;(((
He snorts. Heâs got a bit more life experience than you, five-ish years to be exact, more than enough time to master the no-hangover hangout, but just before he can offer you some advice, he sees another text from you.Â
1:16am yuujiâs sister (no flirting): can i tell u smethingÂ
His gaze flits up to the ceiling briefly, and he hears commotion outside the thick walls of the locker room. The previous fight was over, and fast. The guy mustâve been knocked out in under twenty seconds tops, which means that Gojo was next up against whatever superbeast just beat him up.Â
1:17am Gojo Satoru: Sure
He stands up, placing his phone down on the bench before he flexes the muscles in his arms a couple times to get the blood flowing into them. And thereâs the noise of another ping. Actually, four.
1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): sonetimes 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): i thikn of 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): when u kisse me 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): *kissed me
His eyes widen slightly, irises dry to the ashy cigarette smoke from outside lingering in the air, and his heart rate picks up a bit. An adrenaline junkie with close to no fear in his veins due to the way his amygdalaâs been fried to a crisp from years of boxing, yet heâs got his breath hitched from the memory of your soft lips against his. It makes the blood rushing through the muscles of his arms rush somewhere down south instead.
Loud banging on the door of the locker room jolts him out of his trance, and heâs stiff around the edges once more.
âSatoru! Youâre up, man,â he hears Danny, the fight coordinator, yell at him from the other side of the heavy & poorly-installed steel door.
Gojo sighs, glancing down at the texts on his phone. To respond, or not to respond. Youâre off your face, clearly chatty from the alcohol, and he knows for certain youâll regret every life decision youâve ever made once you wake up in the morning and see the self sabotaging behaviors youâve engaged in tonight. He knows that responding to you might put you at ease rather than straight up ignoring you, but the feeling will pass, and he has a match to win with no more room left to stall.
He makes his way out the locker room, pushing past the crowded halls of people underneath dim flashing club lighting, some dudes angrily jerking to face him when he pushes past them with a stiff shoulder, only for their eyes to widen when they see just exactly who pushed them.Â
Thereâs strippers in the ring, doing some routine for pre-match, and Gojo narrows his eyes at the man he sees laying back over the rubber boundary rope, head tipped back up to the ceiling with a wicked grin on his face. So that was his opponent? Heâs never seen the guy before. Was he from a different district? Different district talent was tough, you had no background info on them, while theyâve been preparing to be here for weeks. Hence why boxers tend to do better when they visit a different district than they do in their own. There have been rules made to limit these types of fights, mostly over outrage that it was unfair to bid on them, but they were also usually more entertaining to watch. Gojoâs got a sick feeling to his stomach as the strippers clear the ring.
âHey,â Gojo calls out, grabbing Danny by the back of his collar and dragging him towards him and away from the girls stepping down onto the floor, âwhatâs in for this fight?â
Danny glances up at the ceiling. âTarpâs bettinâ tonight, so it canât be anything less than ten grand for you. Iâd say tops fifteen?â
Gojo narrows his eyes further, then glances off into the ring again. The man stands up, and Gojo gets a better look on his face. Heâs got short hair, neon green in color with a dark fade underneath and tattoos all over his face. But those eyes. They were freakishingly red, and it made him uneasy. He knows the type. The type of boxers that do this to genuinely hurt people for thrill. Make no mistake, Gojo understands heâs made himself out to be like that too, gaining some kind of rush out of this profession, but this type of fighter was different. The type to literally continue smashing a dudeâs face into the floor until theyâre a bloody mess even minutes after the winning call, and no referee to stop it because thatâs the kind of action the spectators wanted.
Danny reads his line of sight. âThatâs Gale. Newtonâs new boxing toy. Came outta nowhere about a month ago. Heâs undefeated so far in his district, and Newton specifically wanted to see you up against him tonight,â Danny tells Gojo, resting his elbow up on his bare shoulder. âChances are heâll compete with Tarp for final bid if you win this one. Iâm talking twenty-five grand in the next if you can knock him out in this.â
âUh-huh,â Gojo acknowledges, rolling his shoulder so Dannyâs elbow falls from it. Forget the money, he just wants to make it out of this alive.
He sets his foot up on the square, ducking through the dividing boundary straps and the tacky caution construction tape that the gym thinks creates an exciting ambience. He hears the static of the speakers as the announcers call out Gojoâs name, then this other guy, loud bass club music booming through Gojoâs chest as he tries to take a few deep breaths through the thick air of this low-ceiling arena.Â
The dim overhead lights flickered, casting shadows over the makeshift ring, and the crowd pressed tight around at every perimeter area, yelling and pushing, one even tosses a beer bottle on the square and it shatters, spreading glass all across, a few shards reaching Gojoâs feet and he looks down at them with a shudder. A fight immediately breaks out in the crowd over something related or possibly entirely unrelated, and heâd have no way of knowing as he swipes the shards away with his heel.
The influential men always sat up on higher seating, off towards the back in their own VIP section where they suck in the smoke of fat cigarettes and peer through 100% tinted sunglasses to assess the boxers theyâve bid thousands on. The light reflects off the golden grills of their teeth with every snarl at any passerby that gets too close, like a lion in its den. Thatâs what the sanction was called. Lionâs den.
Gojo sighed, eyeing the twisted grin of this Gale guy across from him. Was that his real name? Usually, foreign district guys get nicknames. Gojoâs always thought the nicknames were tacky, and heâs accumulated some of his own over the years, but to his ears, none of them ever really landed, although The White Fox admittedly was kinda nice. Reminded him of throwback shooting games.Â
He sucked a breath in through his teeth, holding his hands up in front of his chest in weak fists, storing energy in them in the form of pure anticipation alone, and then the bell rang.
His opponent lunged towards him immediately, fists flying in a barrage of reckless strikes, and Gojoâs eyes momentarily widened in the briefest moments of hesitation he had been allowed before ducking and dodging every one of this guy's shots, then jumping a step back to create distance.
Fuck. He was fast. Not just boxer fast, athlete fast. There was a difference. And it wasnât a good one to be up against.
Gojo picked up light on his feet. He couldnât win this one fast, that much was certain. One single careless or reckless move, and heâll get tackled. He knows that by the malicious look he sees on that guyâs face, grin wide like heâs some cannibalistic beast.Â
Stepping back towards the center, Gojo purposefully set himself up for Gale to swipe a vicious hook towards his head, before Gojo last minute ducked down, crouched to the floor, and swung his leg out to knock the guy off balance by his ankles, and he falls onto his back with a loud thud!
Thereâs a moment of momentary silence from the crowd, right before Gojo put the man in a torso-lock, twisting him in a way a human body should absolutely not be twisted, hearing the grunts of pain and the crack of spine even through the shouts of the crowd.
He can hear it. Kill him! Knock his fucking teeth out! Snap his neck like a goose, man! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM!
He feels like throwing up.Â
Gojo looks up at the referee, who wasnât really a referee, just there to run the clock when there was action and only barely stop it before near death. âThis is enough, right?â he asks.
The referee nods. â1-0, next round.â
Gojo lets go of his opponent, leaving him there to heave for a moment before he gets up onto his feet again. Just needs one more, and heâs a winner. Ten grand in his pocket, and he wonât have to come back here for a couple weeks.
Gale gets up, swiping at the spit that had trickled out the corner of his mouth down to his chin, and he had an enraged look on his face. The second the bell rang for the second round, he exploded forward towards Gojo with even more fervor than before, gritted expression with a thirst for violence fueling the storm of punches he was throwing towards Gojo but he tried to remain calm, light on his feet, swiftly duck and avoid before he can find another opportunity to clear a sharp, clean jab right to the ribsâ
sometimes, i think of when you kissed me
Gojo misses his strike, leaving his guard wide open, and Gale takes the opportunity to land a solid punch straight to his jaw, sending his mouth guard flying straight out of his mouth into the air, and knocking him backwards onto the ground with a thud and then he finds himself staring up at the rusting metal ceiling and a ringing in his ears that almost matches the roar of the crowd.
His head is in a haze, dizzy like where one second could feel like a millennia. He feels a soreness underneath his chin, a pain that radiates to his mouth, and he briefly swipes his tongue over his front teeth to make sure he still has all of them.Â
What the fuck was that? That intrusive thought. Thereâs no intrusive thoughts allowed in life or death situations, not when he was always just one smash to the head away from a permanent concussion. But, fuck, he canât help it. Canât help thinking of you. Even when his vision has gone blurry and he should really be weary about what happens next in this ring, his mindâs just thinking about you, at some frat party, tipping back shots of tequila and waiting for a text-back in response to your tipsy ones. Were you even waiting up on him? Have you already passed out on the couch, or were your friends dragging you back to your dorm? Or are you fucking some other dude right now? Has he got his hand up your top, squeezing at you, sleazily feeling you up before spilling beer all down your shirt, and are you kissing him back with the same enthusiasm, your phone now somewhere long slipped between the cushions of the couch and out of sight?
Even though itâs still sore, he tenses his jaw. Grinds his teeth, even. Tasting blood somewhere along the line of his gums, he realizes his lip is split. He licks at it, the flavor of copper more rich on his tongue, and he clenches his fists tightly. Whyâs he thinking of that right now? It just pisses him off, the thought of you with some other dude. Maybe thatâs what he needs to win this fight. Spite. Although heâs not sure why the guy across from him at the ring has to pay for it.
He lifts his head up off the ground, and while it felt like years he had been down, a glance at the timer tells him itâs only been a solid four seconds. A solid four seconds that his opponent had to fully charge a lunge towards him with the look of death in his face, raising his elbow up into the air in time with his leap, ready to come straight down, and Gojoâs eyes widen at the sight above him from where heâs still lying on the wood.
âShitââ he cusses, rolling his body over to the side so that the dude falls straight down onto the floor rather than elbow Gojo in the fucking ribs, and then he gets back up on his feet.Â
Stakes were high, he has to end this, he has to end this now, and he flexes the muscle in his right bicep, channeling everything he has into this one blow, and before Gale even really has a chance to turn around and face him again, Gojoâs already three-fourths set up a knockout undercut that he drives straight up the guyâs chin, with so much force it has him lifting up off the floor, a vertebrate stretch to his spine before heâs sent flying backwards and slammed against the tight rubber lining of the ring to where he was half hanging over it.
The room fell silent for a split second, then erupted in a roar as the referee fell to one knee beside Gale, checking him for any semblance of consciousness, and when he found none, he waves the match off.Â
Gojoâs eyes flit up towards the lionâs den, the only opinions that he really needed to care about were sitting in those mahogany chairs with glasses of scotch swirling around in their hands, and he sees some of them looking straight at Gojo before leaning towards one another and discretely talking about something he canât make out because he doesnât know how to read lips.
He feels someone tug at his arms from behind, pulling him to crouch down and he balances back on the balls of his feet. He glances down through the ring at the floor. Danny was leaning against the wooden surface of it. âDude. Go.â He jerks his head towards Gale, who still laid there sprawled across the now stretched out rubber perimeter bands. âGo fuck him up. Knock a few more teeth out, I donât know, get some more blood out of him.â
âWhat?â Gojo huffs, yanking his arm away from Dannyâs grip. âThe fuck are you saying?â
âI told you, man, Newtonâs here and heâs got his eye on you. Go give him a show,â Danny says, âdo it.â And when he sees clear frustration on Gojoâs face he sighs. âTwenty-five grand, consider that, will you?â
Gojo sneers at the man, an awful taste in his mouth as he spits blood towards Dannyâs feet. âGo fuck yourself on his cock if he wants a show that bad.â And then he ducks underneath the bands and hops back down onto the floor, pushing past people who were trying to grab at him and pull at him and lift him up and even throw him down until he made it through flashing hallways and back to the locker room.
He shuts the door behind him, sliding the bolt lock into the frame so no one can follow him inside, and then he leans his weight back against the chilling steel before tipping his head back until it hits the surface too.
He lets out of a few deep breaths, then stares down at the sting he finds over his knuckles. Red and blistering from the last punch he delivered, and heâs almost certain he broke a bone in his hand. Fuck. It was bleeding across the cuts, too. He had to figure out a way to get it all healed by tomorrow, as if that was humanly possible, just because he doesnât want Yuuji questioning him about it.
Yuuji. For fucks sake, when has he ever thought about the kid this much? When has he ever thought about much of anything when heâs out here or in the ring? Heâs a babysitter by day. Heâs a âpartâ of your family when the sun is up and normal functioning society is breathing their lives into the clean air. Thatâs it. Heâs no five-year-oldâs caretaker in front of all these primetime drug lords, and he certainly shouldnât be thinking of you when facing big, burly men heâs aiming to rough up, all within the dead hours of night. So then how come these thoughts are on his mind at all times, twenty-four-seven, around the clock?
He heads further into the locker room, glancing down at the bench where heâd left his phone, then picks it up, neck craned all the way down to glance at the screen as he holds his phone by his hip because he doesnât have any energy to pick it up any further towards his eyesight.Â
He sees your messages. You never sent any follow-up ones, just your horrendously typed out sonetimes, i thikn of when u kisse me *kissed me across the span of four texts, and Gojo runs a tired hand down his face.
He tips his head back to groan at the ceiling, guttural with no basis other than a release of all the pent up frustration of every sort, then he types in a couple messages to you,
3:23am Gojo Satoru: Thatâs nice 3:24am Gojo Satoru: I think about fucking you all the timeÂ
âand then tosses his phone into his duffel bag to call it a night.
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Youâre awoken to your alarm blaring heavily, and you whack your arm across your nightstand table beside your tiny twin-size bed to hit the snooze button, then rub your eye with a loose fist while smacking at the residual taste of alcohol you have on your tongue.Â
âMmâŚâ you mumble to yourself. And then the thirst hits you. The overwhelming, intense, unquenchable thirst that leaves your mouth feeling like the Sahara desert before you grab your twice-dented Hydroflask from the nightstand, twist the cap off and chug about twenty ounces of water in one breath.Â
You let out a deep exhale and fall back into bed, your hand resting on top of your water-filled tummy, and you stare up at the ceiling of your dorm.Â
Last night was horrible. You knew you shouldnât have gone to that frat party, especially given you have an exam inâyou checked the time on your phoneâabout an hour, and an hour was not enough time to recover from the raging hangover headache thatâs pounding through your head. But your roommates insisted you went, and so go you did. You never knew what to expect, always torn between shaving your pussy before you go or throwing on a stained pair of sweatpants to keep the guys away instead. Sometimes, it was a combination of both. But last night, you ended up drinking more than you usually do, and that always led to poor, poor, poor decisions, in which all the sense of pride you had in yourself was washed down with the puke that you hurled into the upstairs toilet.Â
You grab at your phone again, briefly seeing that your friends had sent you some photos from the night. You immediately swiped off to the side to dismiss the notifications, because as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to see those photos in your life.
And then, in the briefest of moments, you saw a familiar name in your notifications that made you heart skip a beat.
Gojo Satoru (yuujiâs babysitter)
With an immediate gasp, you pulled your phone to your chest and held it there, blinking up at the pale yellow ceiling, your heart picking up in rhythm.
Oh fuck.
That was right.
You drunk texted him last night.
You drunk texted your little brotherâs hot babysitter.
Fuck.
Mortified was an understatement, possibly because you donât even remember what you said, and so you donât even want to see what he replied with.
You groan, rubbing both your hands across your face then kick your sheets back with your feet like a child having a temper tantrum because you were so embarrassed you had even texted him at all last night. I mean, he was hot. A little older than you, really gorgeous eyes, tall, and, yeah, you gave him shit for the Instagram muscles thing, but thatâs only because you thought heâd find it cheeky that you were trying to humble him despite the fact that heâs more toned and ruggedly sculpted than any other man youâve ever met. You didnât want to have a flustered schoolgirl attitude because it would just seep through to his ego.
In any case, he was hot, there was no denying it, so can you really blame yourself? But still. There was collateral with this. You had to see him every other weekend. He knows your family, even your extended since they invited him to Thanksgiving dinner a couple weeks ago. A high-risque drunk text recipient if he ever was one (of course he has been, look at that face). Why couldnât you have just drunk texted ECON160 guy from last semester who Clit DJâd you underneath your desk at the back of the lecture hall instead?
The thing that made you nervous about Gojo Satoru was that he was just soâŚconfident? Like, in that I was raised to be this way confident and not that I fought inner demons my whole life to barely end up this way confident, yâknow? Never had to fake it âtil he made it, he just was. At least that was the kind of energy you got from him, and unfortunately for you, it was nerve wracking but enticing all at the same time.
You sigh. âStupid. Stupid. Stuuuuuupiiiiidddddddddddd. You. Are. So. Stuuuuuupiiiiddddddd,â you sigh, running your hands through your hair to grip at the strands.
You pull your phone away from your chest, and finally brave yourself to read the texts from your notifications screen, but not without blurring your vision a little to further stall. And then you finally refocus it to read them. The first one you see has you gaspingâ
3:24am Gojo Satoru (yuujiâs babysitter): I think about fucking you all the timeÂ
It has heat spreading across your cheeks, and you blink at your screen, then quickly swipe up to read the previous messages with rushed glides of your index finger on the screen to see that he had sent it to you in response to your barely coherent texts about how you still so often think about that time he randomly pressed you up against the door of your bedroom to kiss you that night you first met him.
I think about fucking you all the time
At 3 in the morning? He decided to send that text at 3 in the fucking morning? That was the devilâs hour. Whatâs he trying to tell you?Â
Oh come on, youâre not stupid. And you know he isnât either. The sexual tension was palpable, it was there since the day you two met and you almost stabbed him, and also everytime you were visiting the house, and his shoulder brushes against yours when heâs trying to get past you in the kitchen, or when youâve got Yuuji in your arms and the kid is clinging to Gojoâs sleeve because he wants him near him at all times. Thereâs even sexual tension over the phone, in those stupid texts he sends you all the time about meaningless child care stuff, and honestly, those little updates made your day.
But⌠you donât know much about him, and your mom would kill you if she ever found out you wanted him. And sheâd probably pulverize him if she found out he ever made a move on you. Cremated without leaving a trace behind would be an understatement. She thinks heâs no good and she thinks youâre too good. You know sheâs warned him before to not get close to you, as if she was pre-emptively expecting him to try to get in your pants like it was some canon force of the universe, hence why heâs probably so fucking awkward around you whenever sheâs there too. Like if he accidentally got caught staring at your ankles, your mom would light him on fire, so heâd rather not risk it by just avoiding looking at you at all.
Your mom has always been protective of you. Your father was a deadbeat, one she thought she loved, only to watch him leave. And she had to raise a baby all by herself. He re-entered your lives right before you graduated high school, knocked up your mom again with Yuuji, and guess what? Left again without a trace. To be doubly humiliated by a man is a fate you wouldnât wish on any woman, but thatâs exactly what your mom went through. It was a wake-up call for her, though. No more living paycheck to paycheck like you had been your whole lives up until Yuuji was born. The kid doesnât even know how lucky he is with everything he has right now. Your mom worked her way up the corporate ladder and made something of herself and now you guys were comfortable, so it was safe to say she had some sort of right to look after her daughter, of whom she simply doesnât want to follow in the same naive footsteps of her youth.
You get it. She wants to break the generational cycle. But it made being with men tough on all fronts, let alone dating. You could never bring a guy home because heâd never be enough, even if he cured cancer or could make you orgasm while doing a sixty-nine handstand. And while her overbearing paranoia over what you do or where you are or who youâre with has since dimmed slightly since you officially moved out to finish your last year of higher education at NYU, you can still feel her disappointment from a hundred miles away when youâre making out with some random frat guy on his beer-stained couch at eleven AM on a Tuesday.
But you got to college. Youâve already made it this far. Youâre on deanâs list. You graduated high school as salutatorian. Youâre the most highly decorated cello player in the state. You won Miss County pageant when you were sixteen for your philanthropic efforts towards feline leukemia. You did online community college for three years so you could stick back after high school and help your mom raise Yuuji, which meant that you had to forfeit your scholarship to Cornell. Youâve spent your whole life being good, you just wanna be bad for a little bit.
And if bad meant fucking the hot and mysterious babysitter, then so be it.Â
You pick your phone up, begin blasting what the hell by Avril Lavigne on your dorm room bluetooth speaker, then type a message to him that saysâ
10:34am you: do it then
âthen shove your phone under the sheets and belt out the lyrics aaaall my life iâve been good, but now, ahhhh iâm thinkinâ what the hell!!! while kicking your feet and clutching your pillow.
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Gojo has no clue what divine entity has overcast their gratuitous spirit over him on this blessed Monday afternoon, but heâll thank them for it later once his balls are empty.Â
Heâs got you on your back, sprawled across the couch in the living room, the first fuck being a rushed one that you offered him with before he has to go pick Yuuji up from circle time at preschool, which wasnât ideal, but heâs delirious at the sight of you underneath him right now. Your little NYU shirt, a tighter one this time, bunched up over your bare breasts, otherwise entirely naked other than the flimsy panties dangling at your ankle, and the view of the tip of his cock looking hot and heavy against the velvet of your cunt, slowly pushing in, feeling the warmth of your walls squeeze around him paired with the sweet moan that leaves your lips, makes him fall forward with a bracing hand dug into the cushion by the side of your head because the sensation feels so fucking good he can hardly keep himself upright.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he grunts, pushing himself in further to try and bottom out but heâs still got a couple inches he needs you to take, and so you curl your hips upwards towards the cieling to make more room for him, practically putting yourself into a mating press and soon enough heâs balls deep, âyou on any birth control?â
âUh-huh,â you moan, eyes closed and head tipped back with one hand squeezing your own tit.
âI can cum inside then, yeah?â he asks you, pushing your knees to your chest, slowly drawing his hips back and you squirm underneath him.
âLetâs get there first, and then weâll discuss,â you breathe out.
âIâve been there for the past ten minutes, baby. I could cum at any second with the way you look and feel,â he informs you flatly, because it was just the truth and you had to know it, then he feels himself twitch inside, slowly working up to a languid rhythm, almost fearfully like your momâs going to pop out somewhere around the corner with a camera crew ready like one of those retro TV shows just to humiliate him on national television for not keeping it in his pants like sheâd told him to.Â
âHarder,â he hears you whisper, and he rolls his eyes shut to just focus on the feeling. The feeling of your nails grazing down the skin of his chest and his abs, tracing the scars heâs collected over the years, and he feels you tightening around him. He leans down to kiss you, fucking you properly now with the squeak of the couch springs echoing across the room, your hums of moans seeping through his lips until heâs fully taking them on with an open-mouthed kiss of sloppy tongue.Â
The fact that it was wrong felt right to him, and he realizes in this moment heâs lost all sense of control. He wasnât just an adrenaline junkie that liked to rough up dudes, he was an adrenaline junkie that wanted to fuck you against all better judgement or moral compass. The way your tits were bouncing, the slap of skin on skin, his balls slapping against your ass while you wrap your legs around him tighter, all convincing him that any consequence made it worth it.
âGood,â he groans the praise, pinning your hands above your head as he rams his hips against yours, your cute moans and squeals sounding like literal music to his ears and he feels heat spread all the way up his neck, âgoooood, keep squeezinâ me like that, fuck.â He slows down momentarily, just to take a moment and watch, really look and see the way his length disappears inside of your pretty self with every push forward, and then he works back up to a relentless pace that has you tipping your head back with a slack jaw and eyes closed tightly shut, sprained expression of pleasure spread across.
âOh, oh my god, Satoruââ you mewled and he felt dizzy from the sound of his name from your softly parted lips.
âFuck, Iâm gonnaââ His hand finds itâs way between your legs, calloused pads of his fingers brushing against your clit and you jolt underneath him, gasping as your hand shoots out to dig your nails into his bicep for purchase. âIâm gonna cum, better tell me where you want it.â
âIn me,â you moan, ânowhere else.â
He presses his mouth against your cheek in a lazy smile, âAtta girl,â he drawls before pushing your ankles down as far as theyâd go near your ears, folding you in half and then reigns all hell into your cunt. He should really care a bit more about your pleasure, but testing your flexibility like this with both his hands holding you down was doing sinful things to his brain, and besides, you had yourself covered with the messy circles you were rubbing over your clit. It was hot to see that too, your nimble pretty fingers so close to the place where he was pounding into you.Â
âOh shit, shit, shitââ he grunts when starts to see blistering white in his vision, balls straining with a pleasure that was almost painful. The moment he finishes feels like hot flashes in his brain, a heat like the cum he begins to paint inside your walls in time with your release, thrusting over and over and over, each one more staggered as he lets off a long, drawn out groan that comes from deep within his chest with the feeling of you milking him dry and the sound of you enjoying every second of it. He canât remember the last time he came this much or this hard and even after coming down from the high, he feels the remnant pulse of your orgasm around his now half-flaccid dick.
He leisurely pulls out, hearing you let out a soft whimper as he marvels at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you and down towards the couch, before he scoops it up with a couple fingers and pushes it back inside. You grip his wrist tightly, but you werenât stopping it, that motion of him plunging it all back into you.
âWant a taste?â he asks, casually.
âMhm,â you nod, face looking flush.
He pulls his fingers out of you, coated with sex, then plugs your pussy with the fingers of his other hand because he kinda likes the idea of you walking around all day with him inside of you, so he doesnât want it getting out. Heâs then pushing his other fingers past your lips, pleased to find heâs met with not even so much as a grazing of teeth, and he grins, âbet you take a dick in your mouth as good as you take it down here.â
Your furrow your brows at him, the pout of your lips seen in the way they were puckered to lick his fingers off clean, and when you release the suction with a smack of your tongue and his fingers were wet from your saliva now, his eyes narrow with desire. You push his face away with the heel of your palm to his forehead. âFlattery wonât make me suck your dick.â
âAlright. So? How is it?â he jerks his chin towards your face, pushing against your hand with his forehead until heâs hovering over you again, âtaste good?â
âItâs cum, Satoru.â
He shrugs. âBad?â
âNo,â you say, and you canât make eye contact, âgood.â You sigh. âHot. I donât know. Salty, sweet. Iâm the sweet. Youâre the salty. And this conversation is obscene.â
He kisses you, capturing your lips softly, tongue darting out to taste whatâs on yours. âI like it that way. Dirty. Nasty. Obscene, whatever.â
Thereâs the slam of a car door heard from the driveway, and the two of you instantly make eye contact with round eyes.
âSaââ you stutter, âSatoru.â
He gets up off the couch in a panic, and heads to the window of the living room fully butt-ass naked, then peers through the blinds to seeâ
Your mom was making it up towards the front door, rustling with her keys in her purse. And the last thing he sees before he turns around to face you is her pushing the keys through the lock.
âShit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,â he cusses, finding his boxers off of the floor, hopping on one foot with his cum & slick coated dick flapping around and slapping against his thighs unceremoniously as he tries to get one leg in through them and then the other. Youâre trembling as you hook your panties back into place, pull your shirt back down your torso, and even in his extremely panicked state, heâs still sad he canât freely stare at your tits anymore. Youâre rummaging for your skirt in a haste, looking everywhere for it, and he finds it underneath the coffee table before tossing it to you and then he side-to-side hops towards the coat closet while he pulls his sweatpants up over his ass, in time for you to quickly run and shut the door of the closet closed just before the front door of the house swings open.
The inside of the coat closet is dark, barely enough space in there for a six-foot-four two-hundred-and-twenty pound man, but itâs better than being balls deep inside his bossâs daughter on the couch when said boss just came home from work.
He hears conversation on the other side of the door, albeit muffled, and he presses his ear to it to hear better while he tucks his dick into his boxers from where it was hanging over the waistline.
âMom! YouâŚyouâre home so early,â he hears you squeak out.
âYes,â your mom says, âThe rest of my meetings today are online, so I figured Iâd come home when thereâs less traffic.â
Gojo feels you lean against the coat closet door.
âI see, I see, how was your day at work?â you ask with a tremble in your voice.
âFine.â And then nothing. The silence could mean that was all she had to say, since your mom wasnât really a woman of many words, or it could be a silence that means sheâs suspicious about something. âDarling, why is your skirt flipped up and tucked into your panties? Your whole butt is showing.â
Through the wood of the door, he hears you softly gasp. âOh, um, I just went to pee. MustâveââŚmustâve got caught when I pulled it back up.âÂ
âI see,â your mother says, and Gojo can hear her dropping her heels down near the shoe rack at the entrance. âYou know, I really donât like those short skirts you wear often. Maybe itâs just your generation, but I think it looks tacky and cheap.â
âMom,â you say, in as stern of a voice as you can manage without sounding embarrassed.
Your mother sighs. âIn any case, where is Satoru? I still would like him to go pick up Yuuji. I donât have the patience to sit in preschool & daycare traffic right now.â
âOh gosh, I donât know,â you chirp, and then he hears you let out a small oh no before you lean even more weight against the door, this time somewhere lower, and he realizes youâre pressing your ass against it. His eyes narrow with a small frown, and then he realizesâ his cum must still be trickling down your thighs. You couldnât put your panties on fast enough.Â
Shit. Thatâs hot. A little fucked up, but hot. He feels his dick harden against the fabric of his boxers, and he rests his forehead against the door, fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat as he slips his hands down his sweatpants and then gives his cock a firm squeeze. The thought of you discretely swiping his cum up your inner thigh and smearing it against your thin panties so your mom doesnât catch sight of it dripping down your legs has him slowly working up to a rock-solid erection, and he almost lets out a broken grunt from the feeling.
âWhat?â your mother says, âwhat do you mean you donât know?â
âIâve just been watching TV this whole time,â you say, âlast time I saw himâŚhe wasâŚum, in the backyard pulling weeds?â
He lets out a small scoff through his nose at your cover-up. Cute. And not bad.Â
Your mother sighs loudly, and he glances down at the strained veins on his dick as he tugs it through his hand, the tip rearing and appearing flushed and dripping with precum. God, you were just on the other side of this door. Less than a few inches away, and heâd be inside of you.Â
âIâm going to take a shower. Go find him and tell him to pick up Yuuji soon. But before then, change into something less revealing,â your mother says in a more or less detached tone, and he can hear the stomps of her footsteps up the stairs from above him in the coat closet.
The two of you wait at least a solid minute, and just when the coast is clear, he hears you turn the knob of the coat closet and slowly crack it open.
âOkay, I think sheâs in the shower, I hear the water running,â you whisper at him, âyou can go nowââ You glance down towards his groin, your jaw dropping. âWhatââŚSatoru, why the fuck is your dick staring at me right now?!â you whisper-hiss at him.
He pulls you into the coat closet, pushing your front against the door to where it clicks shut, and you gasp when his hands pin your wrists crossed behind your back and his dick presses into the plush of your ass.
âYou talkinâ to your mom while your pussyâs stuffed full of my cum was the single hottest thing thatâs ever grazed my lizard brain,â he tells you, flipping your skirt up and hooking your panties to the side, his index finger briefly brushing against your entrance to find it still leaking from the way your walls were pulsating from his words. And then he aligns his tip to your entrance. âNow keep quiet while I do this, âkay?â
âOhââ you gasp, your cheek pressed against the door as you arch your back and push your ass out for him, âokayââ you say, barely vocalizing the first syllable before heâs already stuffing himself inside of you with one solid glide of a push, making you yelp loudly and he has to instantly cup a hand over your mouth.
âShhhhhh,â he hisses at you, immediately starting to pound you from behind, âtold you toâ fuuuck,â he catches sight of his length covered with a mix of your glassy arousal and his white cum, now starting to cream at the base of his cock, âjesus christââ he breathes out, squeezing the flesh of your ass harshly with his other hand and you let out another yelp, âI told you to fuckinâ keep quiet.â
âIâmâmff,â you muffle against his palm, âIâm trying but,â your hips move back in time with his, âfeels good, feels too good,â you mewl, and his hand desperately yanks up the fabric of your shirt so he can squeeze at your breast.
âYeah?â he grunts, hypocritical for telling you to keep it down when he was slamming his hips against your ass with so much fervor he wouldnât be surprised if the sound was reverberating across the entire house, âyou like it when I fuck you while your momâs all clueless just up the stairs?â His rhythm falters, feeling his release building, and his hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit, making you drop your head against the door with tightly closed eyes. âGetsâ youâwet, doesnât it?â he torments you, his lips near your ear as he slams his hips against you harshly with every enunciated syllable.Â
âMhm, mhm,â you easily agree, or maybe thatâs because itâs all you can really articulate, and he angles his hips up so his balls slap more fervently against your clit, making you scream into his palm while he picks up the pace of the circles he draws on your clit and in one, two, threeâ beats of his pounding heart, he feels you come undone around his cock, gushing wetness leaking out of you, he can feel the mess of fluids splattering on the skin of his thighs due to each of his heaving thrusts as he cusses out a fuuuuuuckkk before spilling his cum inside of you, a short-lived and thicker release this time that has you mewling from overstimulation, and in a few following thrusts, heâs given you everything he had to give.
His eyes open, he wasnât even aware he had shut them in the first place, and he glances down at where the two of you were joined. Rings of arousal coat the length of his half-pulled-out dick, and the second he retreats all of it, a bulging push of his cum seeps out of you, dripping and pooling all over the hardwood floors.
âHoly shit, I wish I could take a picture of this,â he says, taking a step away to commit the sight to memory, your legs trembling and still slightly spread, ass pushed out and when you wiggle it a little, he lets out a huff of an exhale because he just canât believe how sexy you are. Are all college girls like this? Heâs never been to college, his old manâs been trying to get him to go for years, but maybe this is what finally convinces him.
âNo pics,â you breathe out once you catch your breath, standing up straight slowly, âthatâs my one sex rule.â
He takes a step closer to you, flipping your skirt back over your ass while you shimmy your shirt down to cover your chest. âThatâs the only rule you have? Anything else goes?â he asks.
You spin around to face him, his eyes briefly flitting down to the still exposed skin of your midriff. âI have a feeling Iâd be making up more specific rules if it was with you.â
He smiles, his hands grabbing your hips before pressing you up against the door again. âI also had a rule. It was to not fuck you. Wait, no, to not flirt with you. Which, technically, I didnât do.â
You blink your eyes at him. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âWhat?â he asks, genuinely confused, âI didnât.â
âHuhââ you scoff, âhow do you think we got into this situation in the first place?? You didnât just say wanna fuck? You were insufferably flirty with me.â
âNahhh nah nah nah nah, baby, thatâs not flirting,â he tells you, thumb running circles over your hips, âthatâs, likeââŚI donât even fuckinâ know how it worked on you to be honest, I was just being stupid.â
âOh okay so Iâm stupid.â
âI never said you were stupid?â
âWell you said you were being stupid so me falling for it must mean Iâm stupid.â
âPshhh. Youâre cute. Pulling weeds, by the way? Adorable.â
Your hand slowly roams up the front of his shirt, the fabric bunching at your wrists until you uncovered up to his collar bone, and you stare at his skin. He tries to not let the way his heartâs beating faster show through the heave of his chest.Â
âWhy do you have all these scars, anyway?â you whisper to him.  Â
âToo many girls tryna stab me,â he tells you.
You roll your eyes. âSeriously.â Your thumb traces the one you had left on him.Â
âIââ He stops himself.
Does he tell you? Should he tell you? What, just because heâs seen you naked and you took his dick like a queen heâs supposed to open up to you about these things now? He doesnât know. Maybe he could? Maybe you already suspect what he does at night. And if not, at the very least, Iâm an underground boxer might make you think heâs hot? At the very worst, youâll report him to the cops and heâd get fired as your little brotherâs babysitter then thrown into jail, but not before the busted cartel gets him first.
âMaybe Iâll tell you some other time,â he says, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling it from his chest, âno hyper personal details until youâve had my dick in your mouth at least once or twice. Thatâs my one rule.â
You snort. âI couldâve guessed that rule from a mile away.â
He hums. And then thereâs the sound of steps creaking down the stairs above the two of you.
You both make eye contact, eyes widening, internally yelling at each other: how the fuck did we get into this situation twice?!
This time, Gojo opens the door and stumbles out of the closet, leaving you inside of it, just in time for your mom to come down the stairs.
âSatoru. I was looking for you,â she says as she rounds the post. âHave you picked up Yuuji? He has to go for his swimming lessons soon.â
âAh, nope, was just about to head out,â he says, letting out a cough to diffuse tension, âsorry, I wasââ he points his thumb over his shoulder to behind him, ââŚpulling out some gnarly weeds.â
She narrows her eyes at him. âI see. Well, thanks. If you want, I can add a gardening stipend to your paycheck. Let me know.â And heâs not sure how to respond because heâs not sure if sheâs joking.Â
He heads out the door, the keys to your momâs minivan in his palm as he throws them up into the air and catches them a couple times. And just before he gets inside the car, he turns on his heel to face the house and pulls his phone out of his pocket to type in a message for you.
3:22pm Gojo Satoru: Send over those me-specific sex rules soon
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[the end]
a/n. hope u enjoyed im shitting bricks posting this bc i haven't posted a oneshot smut since february but thanks so much for reading i appreciate u!! i got way too invested in the whole underground boxer thing đđ but the fact i managed to keep everything under 12k is an accomplishment to me bc if u read my other fics you know iâm a yapper LOL i have another kind of a similarly written smut oneshot n itâs a lil angsty (totally different au tho) iâll probs post that one next but yea i really like, hmm, i really like exploring entire characters within a short amount of time i enjoy writing the obscure lore drops xd itâs been kinda fun so far anywho much loveee hope to see u around! <3
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â° you swear thereâs nothing going on between you and your co-star kento nanami to every fan or interviewer that dare ask the question. after many years of working together, there have been speculations of a secret relationship between the two of you and fans are dying to know the truth.
you swear thereâs nothing between you and co-star!nanami whoâs ten years older than you and has starred in many films as your love interest. your audience describe your chemistry as unmatched, on and off camera. you are the peopleâs favorite couple and, unfortunately, your actions never contradict the allegations.
you swear thereâs nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but, every time you two appear in an interview together, there are hundreds of edits of the way kento looks at you. his attentive gaze makes you flutter. he always seems interested in what youâre saying and never cuts you off. even when heâs alone, he finds subjects and ways to mention your name and express how grateful he is to have the privilege of working with you.
you swear thereâs nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but every time you feel overwhelmed and stressed on the carpet or any major events, he reaches for your hand, letting you hold onto his arm as you both walk side by side. only with a look, he understands and goes to your side, helping you calm down without a word. his presence is always enough to make you feel better.
you swear thereâs nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but his first thought is always to find you. whether heâs on set or at premieres, he asks other actors if theyâve seen you. even when heâs being interviewed, he ends the conversation by jokingly telling the audience that he needs to find you or he wonât be able to go through the whole night.
you swear thereâs nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but when itâs time to film your sex scenes, heâs always there to reassure you. the age gap did not help, at first, but his gentle touch and the way he led and handled you in a soft-spoken voice never failed to put your mind at ease and helped you to shoot almost effortlessly the most stunning performance of the movie.
âno one is present but you and me, sweetheart. take your time, iâll help you get into it.â
you swear thereâs nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but when he won his first award, he firstly thanked you and went on and on about how wonderful of an actress you were and how formidable it was to work on this masterpiece with you. the camera zoomed on your flustered face as you exchanged adoring looks with the man on stage.
but, noâ you swear thereâs nothing between you and kento. you swear your fans are not onto something and itâs only their imaginations running wild. but, between two scenes, when you canât help but stare at the perfectly sculpted man whoâs standing two feet away from you, whoâs so well-spoken, compassionate, courteous and kindhearted, god, you really wish something was going on, between you and your co-star kento nanami.
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roommate!ghost who's waiting for you when you get home in the middle of the night after going out with your friends. Sitting on the couch in those fucking grey sweatpants when you stumble through the door and drop your keys. Has to stare at the crack on the ceiling when you get down on your hands and knees to find them, pretend for his own sanity that he hasn't seen the tiny excuse for underwear you've got on under that little black dress.
Like clockwork, he's got you sitting on the icy bathroom counter as you giggle, telling him all about your night. He's got cotton pads and makeup remover in one hand and the other holding onto your thigh because you started unconsciously squeezing his broad frame when he stepped in between your open legs. He gently wipes away all the traces of the night, carefully mapping out the contours of your face like you're a masterpiece he's carved from some precious stone. Until he gets to your lips. The shiny, fucking sparkly gloss is all thats left on your skin but his hand freezes as he studies the crease in your bottom lip. You catch up two seconds later in your dreamy, relaxed haze, and without even thinking about it you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to the one's silently hovering over yours.
His breath catches and his grip on your thigh becomes molten hot as you just as quickly pull away. Innocently you smile at him, like you hadn't just killed him, like you hadn't just made him start planning your wedding down to the way your eyes would shine as you walked down the aisle, all for him.
Your laugh is the only thing that can pull him out of his stupor, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."Â
But he does, he really, really does.
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synopsis. period piece, forbidden love
contents. ooc, angst (eventual comfort), yandere emperor!gojo, lovesick!gojo, servant!reader, obsessive behavior (5k words of gojo pining), lowkey unreliable narrator, time skips
notes. inspired by the apothecary diaries and this post. loosely based off of ancient japan (this is basically its own world). this is the prologue to the series where everything can generally be read as a standalone ! (fic under the cut)
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emperor!gojo who broke a hundred year tradition to take you as his only lover. despite your role as a concubine, everyone in the imperial palace knew he was going to make you his empress.
emperor!gojo who had not meant to fall in love with you, but you have managed to somehow charm him. a man that single handedly brought his own clan to powerâ weak in your hands. hushed whispers around the imperial palace call you a witch, but they never reach your ears. not as long as he is alive.
emperor!gojo shamelessly showering you with love. he pays no mind that it is highly frowned upon, he will have his hands on you every time you are in the same room.
emperor!gojo who is livid when there is an attempt on your life. his usual ocean eyes turned to blue flames like a wild animal. servants and clan elders alike scurry under his gaze. the assailant is taken care of by his own hands.Â
emperor!gojo who is forced to satiate the clan elders into submission by taking in another concubine from an influential clan. he insists to you that it is no more than a political formality. who are you to meddle into imperial affairs?
emperor!gojo who canât help himself and ends up falling for another girl who his clan elders demand he must wed. she is much younger than you, beautiful and is well bred; a perfect match for the emperor.Â
emperor!gojo whose frequent visits to you come to an end, forcing you to move from his chambers and back to the consortsâ pavilion.
There was a time when you had everything. A place to call home in the Inner Court, a beautiful palace with anything you could have ever dreamed of. Servants, admirers, riches; you had it all. But what was most dear to you was your loverâ a man so divine, many thought he was directly blessed by the hand of God. It was too good to be true. A woman of lowly birth like you, paid as homage for the sins of her clan against the new reigning family of Japan, becoming a concubine of the Heavenly Emperor.Â
You remembered it all too well.
His brilliant mind that once strategized the downfall of the previous imperial family, calculating its next move in a game of Go against you. You can still remember the shock on his face upon his first defeat. The way he would keep you from leaving to fulfill your other duties until he was satisfied, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to keep up with you. No matter how hard he tried, you remained victorious. It drove him mad.
You remembered the stolen kisses while you made your rounds in the Inner Palace with your ladies in waiting. It took you quite a while to learn to tune out their giggles every time the Emperor dips you down to taste your lips in broad daylight. The grin that he wore after was enough to leave your legs weak.
Above all, you'll always remember how safe you felt in his strong, reassuring embrace. Youâve seen him train, and it was no wonder the Gojo clan rose to power so quickly as a result of one man. The way he wields the katana is unlike any man on the face of the earth. Those arms were your sanctuary. You can still vividly recall the attempt on your life, orchestrated by a traditionalist incensed by the Gojo clan's swift ascent to power. The emperor, outraged by the assassination plot, personally saw to the man's execution.Â
However, the damage was done and it caused great strain in the Imperial Palace.
To appease the old geezers that were forced out of power, Emperor Gojo had taken in another concubine from one of the Big Three families of Japanâ a beautiful Zenin girl. Her flowing, silky hair and saccharine voice enchanted everyone in the Inner Palace, captivating the Emperor, most of all. She was younger than you, with perkier breasts and soft skin that was enough to capture the attention of any man.Â
You donât blame her for taking the Emperorâs attention away. Though you would be a liar if you said it did not hurt you. Deep down, you cannot deny the agony that sears your soul, realizing that the only semblance of love you've ever tasted remains unrequited. With a heavy heart, you resign yourself to the bitter truth of your existence, knowing all too well the cruel confines of your place in this world.
You were merely a pawn, and the Emperor did not want you anymore.
That was made clear months later when you received a scroll from the Emperorâs advisor, a man you were once well acquainted with, Geto Suguru.Â
âWhat is this?â You asked him quietly, your heart silently begging the Heavens it was not what you had suspected it to be. The black haired man in front of you does not respond, and you feel something pierce into your heart. Despite being a part of the Emperorâs court, it was rare that you received letters directly.
Your suspicions were confirmed when your shaky hands finally opened the scroll to read the familiar kanji written by your beloved.
âThe Emperor decrees the termination of your role as concubine." Geto spares you the trouble of deciphering the characters neatly written in ink. âIn his mercy, you are to be moved as a servant in the Outer Court. You are to serve the Imperial Physician.â
What you remember most was the silence. The Emperorâs silence after the stressful months you had to endure alone. The silence shared between you and Geto when you were forced out of the Imperial Court. All that was left was the sound of your heart breaking and the wood creaking underneath Getoâs feet as he walked away. Satoru never bothered to see you off.
Seasons change and by the next spring, youâre busying your hands with collecting herbs for the Imperial Physician, a man by the name of Yaga Masamichi. He is a kind man, pitying you enough to fill your days with laborious tasks to prevent your mind from wandering to thoughts of the unfortunate turn your life has taken. He is even generous enough to supply you with a new wardrobe of clothing full of light fabrics, a luxury you thought you would lose in the Outer Palace. Though the initial humiliation has worn off with the passing of time, you are still constantly reminded of your fall from grace.
Looks by the mix of condolences and disgust are shared when you roam the walls of the Outer Palace. You hear whispers of how the Emperor is infatuated with his newer, shinier toy. It is enough for you to swallow the bile that makes its way up your throat.Â
âIt is no wonder the Emperor tossed away a wildflower like her in exchange for a cherry blossom. He needed someone to rival his own greatness.â A particular comment stopped you in your tracks. Your grip tightens on the woven basket in your hand filled with medicinal herbs you had collected earlier that morning.Â
âHave some pity on her.â Another eunuch whispers. Your breath falters, but you continue your walk with your head held up. Youâve heard the rumors. The beautiful Zenin Himiko has charmed the Emperor enough that there are rumors of a royal marriage to come. It doesnât help that the Emperor has remained monogamous to her since he had banished you from his court.
A comforting hand links itself with your arm, âIgnore them. I saw Yaga shooing away a crowd of suitors that were lined up for your hand.â Ieiri Shoko scoffs, secretly sending you a wink. She has been studying medicine under Yaga for nearly a decade, eagerly accepting you as a companion upon your arrival. You feel your cheeks heat up at her flattery. You know sheâs just trying to make you feel better.
Although your beauty never faded, it seems as though you are no longer sought after in the marriage market. Not that it matters, considering the new life that youâre living. Youâre now a personal servant to the Imperial Physician, leaving no time to worry about suitors and such. Your days are filled with good workâ tending to Yagaâs cherished garden that he has sowed for decades rather than frivolous games and attending the Emperor. It may not be glorious compared to your former life, but it was the best a woman of your status could receive.Â
When you and Shoko return to Yagaâs estate, youâre surprised to see the somber look that has settled on his aging features. Shoko makes an offhand comment that he will age faster if he keeps scowling. She receives a scolding.
âIs something the matter?â You gently place down your basket full of herbs.Â
Yaga sighs, calloused hands rolling up a scroll with the Imperial Seal. âIt appears the Emperorâs consort has fallen ill and His Majesty commands my presence in the Imperial Palace.âÂ
The Royal Consort. The woman that dethroned you: Zenin Himiko.
âI understand.â You nod, maintaining your composure while two sets of eyes scrutinize you with keen observation. It was only natural the emperor wanted the best doctor in the country for his object of affection. âShall I close up the shop while you journey into the Inner Palace?âÂ
Yaga shakes his head, âThat wonât be necessary. I will have Shoko act as my stand-in.â He remarks with a quick glance in her direction âYou, on the other hand, will accompany me.âÂ
Your eyes widen.Â
âYou cannot be serious.â
âTypically, one of my apprentices would accompany me on such journeys. However, now that I have acquired a personal attendant,â He gestures towards you with a flick of his hand, âIt shall no longer be necessary.â As he speaks, he runs his hand absentmindedly through his well trimmed beard, gaging your reaction.
"Iâ" Your words falter and fade away. "Yes, sir," you respond, inclining your head in deference, a stark reminder of your place. While you may have concealed it, you were seething with humiliation. Returning to the Imperial Palace after a year of exile to serve the woman who took your spot was mortifying beyond measure.
âVery well. Pack enough for one weekâs time. I doubt the Emperor would have called me if this was a light ailment.â He says gruffly. âWe leave at dawn.â His gaze shifted to the horizon outside.
1 YEAR AGO
âYour Grace,â You purr at the feeling of his large hands scratching your head.Â
The smile that rests on his face is almost ravenous. âYes, my love?â
âI thinkââ A soft sigh escapes your lips when he presses on your weak points. âI should g-go.â
His ministrations stop almost immediately.Â
âGo?â His eyes peer down at you in his lap. It is now that you realize the weight of his piercing gaze. âHave I commanded you to leave yet?â
âNo, butââ
âThen you have nowhere else to be.â He huffs, unintentionally puffing his cheeks out. You stifle the giggle that nearly escapes from your lips. He vaguely resembles a pufferfishâ or so you think. Though youâve never seen the round creature with your very own eyes, youâve heard that the delicacy was something only members of the aristocratic class would feast on.Â
Your mouth waters at the thought.
âWhat are you thinking about that could possibly be so important? Keep your eyes on me,â A strong hand squishes your cheeks together and firmly guides your face back upon him.Â
You should be embarrassed; ashamed at the intimate position His Majesty has trapped you in. The way your head is tucked away in his lap as he peers down at you, nothing to shield you away from him. It was incredibly scandalous, considering that you were an unmarried woman! But it seemed like the Emperor had taken no mind towards it. You would even dare to say that he was enjoying it, with the way his lips quirk upward at the sight of you squirming.Â
âYour Grace,â You repeat, determined to free yourself from his hold. His eyebrows furrow.
âSatoru,â He reminds you. You purse your lips. The position you hold in his court is simply not high enough to grant you the privilege of calling him by his given name.
âYour Grace,â You try again, the title rolling off of your tongue naturally. A man like him did not deserve any title less than.
âYouâre breaking my heart, sweetheart. Indulge a man, wonât you?â He pouts down at you. As stubborn as ever, you donât relent.
âI would be overstepping my boundaries as your consort to call you as such. That privilege is reserved for your future bride.â You take advantage of his guard let down to sit up and escape his hold. If he could have caught you, he made no effort.
âI am a simple man.â He follows you to your vanity. A giggle escapes your mouth. He is anything but. âI want my love to call me by my name.âÂ
You turn around to cup his cheek. He eagerly leans into your touch, sighing happily at the contact.
âI wonder how Lord Kento and Geto would react to you like this.â You tease, a smile unknowingly painting itself on your lips.Â
Satoruâs face falls, features morphing into an appalled expression. You watch him close the distance between you through the mirror.
âKento?â His voice had a dangerous lilt in it. You blink, unsure what spurred on the sudden tension in the room. âSince when were you so comfortable around him? He cannot satisfy you like I can.â He reminds you of the manâs castrated state as an eunuch. You wince.
âI have not gotten comfortable,â Youâre careful to pick your words. Gojoâs possessiveness was something that was not easily tamed. âHe simply provides good conversation while you are away.The palace is far too big and lonely while youâre away dealing with clan matters.âÂ
The only response you get is a quiet grumble. âYouâre lucky that youâre pretty.â His large hand creeps its way into your hair again, undoing the hairstyle your ladies in waiting had spent a copious amount of time on earlier that morning. Gojo carefully plucks the extravagant silver hairpin from your hair, the dangling pearls clicking softly at the sudden movement. His hands slowly make their way down to the kimono that you are wearing, hands ready to undo the obi.
Your hands softly hover his, âI fear that our roles have been reversed. Should it not be me who gets you unready, Your Grace?â
He chuckles and through the mirror you can see a smirk make his way to his lips, âIâd let you undress me any day. Just say the word, beloved.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but allow him to continue. It was moments like these with the Emperor that led you on to believe that there was a semblance of love between the two of you.Â
How wrong you were.
PRESENT DAY
The sun has yet to meet the horizon when you arrive at the Inner Palace. The horse-drawn carriage that you and Yaga had taken is the only sound at the scene, clopping down the stone road and back to the Inner Court. You miss the serenity of the beautiful palace you once resided in, knowing that it will be bustling with life in just a few short hours.
In front of the large doors of the primary ceremonial hall where the Emperor spends most of his time, stands Lord Nanami, a counsellor to the Emperor himself. Time has only made his face sterner, but his neatly styled hair and blue and yellow dyed court attire remained the same. He waits patiently while you and Yaga make your way up the flight up stairs that lead up to the hall.
âI am glad to see you in good health, Yaga.â Nanami bows.Â
The man next to you promptly waves his politeness off, thanking him for his hospitality. You stand silently while the two men engage in conversation regally.
Lord Nanami sighs, âHis Majesty has been plagued by stress lately. To say I am relieved by your presence would be an understatement.â His statement is a subtle reminder that you must harden your heart upon entering the palace walls. The meticulously built walls were no longer a sanctuary for you, rather, a painful testament that you were no longer wanted.Â
Yaga lets out a hearty laugh and it reveals a rare sight, Lord Nanamiâs lips curving upwards by a slight. âI highly doubt the boy would be glad to see me. The appearance of the Imperial Physician is portentous.â He scratches his beard. You tilt your head in confusion at how he referred to the Emperor.
âI suppose, yet I am intrigued to find out how he will react upon seeing his object of affection flourishing anew despite the sting of frost.â Nanami audibly wonders. Even a fool could understand his eloquent comparison. The Emperor would be thrilled to see his consort in full bloom once again. You pray that the Heavens would grant you some mercy from witnessing such a scene.
âYouth,â Yaga shakes his head, chuckling to himself before regaining composure. âI mustn't keep the Emperor waiting. [Name], please gather the herbal ingredients to treat the young Consort as you seem fit. I shall confer with His Majesty and meet you in her chambers to declare a proper diagnosis.â
You bow, âYes sir.â
While Yaga prepares to enter the doors where The Heavenly Emperor resides, your eyes couldnât help but gaze longingly at the large bronze doors.Â
âYou seem well,â Nanami addresses you for the first time in over a year. Your eyes trail from the Emperorâs door to the blonde man in front of you. âAllow me to guide you to our herbal stock.â Nanami offers you his arm as you start to make your way down the stairs.Â
You take it, lightly holding his arm. âThank you, Lord Nanami. Time away from the Inner Palace has been like a breath of fresh air,â You respond, ensuring your voice carries no malice. You hear the large palace doors from behind you open, the metal creaking loudly in the quiet dawn.Â
âI must ask you to call me Kento,â He leads you down the stone steps. âWe are old friends, it is strange to hear anything but.âÂ
You focus on your steps down the stairs, only responding once your feet meet the solid ground, âI fear that our social statuses have changed since then. It would be the cause of a scandal should anyone hear I am calling the Imperial Counselor by his given name. Your admirers would have my head on a stick.â
âYour imagination is amusing as always, [Name].â He gives you a closed eyes smile. You huff.
âI am only speaking the truth!â You insist. He chuckles.
âIt is quite refreshing to see both you and Yaga again. Iâm not sure how long it has been since I have been at the imperial physician.âÂ
You gape at his confession. âYou mustn't skip your annual visits to the physician, Kento. It is in the best interest of your health!â You lightly scold him, lifting your hand to flick his forehead. It was a force of habit. âPerhaps if I have time after treating the Consort, I shall do a check up on you.â
Nanami clears his throat at your comment, the twinkle in his eyes dissipating as if your direct touch had burned him.Â
âI would rather not lose my head.â He mumbles, eyes scanning the courtyard around the two of you. You knit your eyebrows, confused.
Nanami leaves you to fulfill his duties once you arrive at the Royal Kitchens to retrieve all the necessary items to treat Consort Himiko. You are glad that he did not accompany you into the kitchens to prepare Consort Himikoâs herbal soup.Â
The memory of it still irks you.
âYouâre late,â One of Consort Himikoâs ladies in waiting snaps just as you enter the kitchen. You look up to see a young girl, dressed in a light purple kimono. It must be Himikoâs signature, you note. It was strange to see someone outside of the Imperial family donning the color, but you suppose it was only a grand display of Himikoâs influence.
âYouâre a lot more plain than I anticipated,â The other lady in waiting quirks an eyebrow, eyeing your appearance. You furrow your eyebrows, shocked by their rudeness.Their undying loyalty to their Lady was enough to fuel an unspoken hatred for you. Though youâre not sure that the two coincide, you donât blame them.
The two are mixing a concoction that you donât recognize to be used to treat the sick. The taller one adds some aromatics and herbs in and you see the other one unwrap a cloth to reveal a rare delicacy from the West. Cocoa, you believed they called it.Â
Then it hits youâ the two are not making a medicinal soup for their Lady, rather they are making an aphrodisiac! The image that conjures in your head makes you blanch. Back in the Outer Palace, Shoko had shown you the effects of the stimulant (you shiver at the memory of her shoving a treat laced with it into your mouth). It was certainly a night to remember.
âHow pathetic,â You mutter underneath your breath, quickly rushing to obtain the ingredients you needed without making conversation with the two girls.
Fortunately, they pay you no further attention for the time youâre in the kitchen.
âPlease excuse me,â You bow upon entering the Emperorâs chambers. Despite the Consortâs Pavilion being similar in size to a small town, you remember spending most of your time in the Emperorâs chambers rather than your own. It was probably the same case with Consort Himiko. You slowly place the tray carrying broth and medicinal herbs to treat the Consort down on the circular wooden table in the middle of the room.
Out of curiosity, your eyes canât help but soak in the Emperorâs room. Not much has changed since youâve left. His Majestyâs preference for minimalist decorations have stayed the same, along with his natural musk that fills your nose. You feel your face heat up at your own thoughts. How could you think of such a thing when you are about to meet his new lover?
Your gaze moves to his bed, where Consort Himiko residesâ only to find nothing.
âHuh?âÂ
You observe his bed, silk sheets neatly made, seemingly untouched. The sounds of your sock clad feet patter on the wooden floor as you make your way to feel the bedsheets for any signs of warmth, but you are met with nothing.
âDonât you know that entering the Emperorâs chambers can be punishable by death?â A deep voice from behind you causes you to jump in your spot.Â
Your guard is immediately raised, head whipping to the sound. In hindsight, you should have never agreed to accompany Yaga on his trip. It was a foolish idea all along, you think as all of the air in your lungs dissipates upon seeing your former lover.Â
Standing at the entrance of his own sleeping quarters is Gojo Satoru, his frame big enough to tower over the doorway. His arms are crossed over each other, electric blue eyes focused on nothing else but you. You press your thighs together tightly to avoid squirming anymore than you are. He has loosened his dark blue kimono to expose some of his hardened chest, a sight any woman in the nation would die to catch a glimpse. Even underneath all of the fabric, anyone can see his divinely sculpted physique.
âYour Grace,â You waste no time to dip your body deeply, praying that he will allow you to keep your head by sunset. âI apologize for the intrusion, I was under the pretense that Consort Himiko resided in your quartersââ Your voice loses itself in your throat when you see his shadow quickly encroaching.
âHimiko stays in her Pavilion,â He towers over you, eyes gazing down on you. âBut one might suspect that you already knew that.â
Your eyes frantically meet his feet, desperate to salvage what was left of your dignity, âI assure you that I speak of the truth, Your Majesty.â
When he doesnât respond, you slowly lift your head.
The flustered look on your face must have been amusing to him, as he makes his way closer to you, bending down to interrogate you further.
âIs that so?â He hums, enjoying every second of cornering you into his chambers. The back of your legs have met his bed, trapping you. You inhale sharply, trying to keep your breaths even, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on you.
He continues, âYouâre awfully skittish for someone who was happily skipping around my territory in the arms of another man just earlier.â His predatory gaze seems to darken.Â
âKento?â When his name leaves your lips, the man in front of you grits his teeth. You turn your head to the side, deliberately avoiding him. âWith all due respect, Your Majesty, but I donât see how Kento and Iâs relationship is any of your concern,â He does not take your actions well, his gaze searing into you.
âIt certainly is when the woman in question is you,â Gojoâs voice loses its feral lilt, distress flashing across his face. Thereâs a newfound desperation in it that chips away at your resolve. His hand raises to your face so slowly, as if he did not want to startle you.
âThis is wrong. Iâ I saw a couple of servants earlier making aphrodisiacs, perhaps you could have unknowingly consumed them.â You tell him, frantic eyes meeting him. It is not unusual for couples to use aphrodisiacs, you know that after under Yaga. The Emperor must have mistaken the laced dessert for his usual.Â
He shakes his head, running a hand through his white hair.
âYou are mistaken. This is solely your effect on me.â He promises. You could barely believe his words, stuck between feeling offended or shocked.
âHow could you stand to be so cruel?â Your voice is barely above a whisper. There are no tears in your eyes this time. âI am not a courtesan you can buy for the night,â You snap, pointing a harsh finger to his chest.Â
âWhat do you mean?â He sounds breathless.
âWhatever do I mean?â You scoff, a dry laugh escaping your mouth. âFor a year, all I have gotten is pity from the world, because you decided I was no longer entertaining. You could have at least banished me away yourself. Instead, you sent Suguru who couldnât even look me in the eye! Donât you know how humiliating that is?â With every word that left your lips, more venom seemed to drip. Anger was prickling you all over, taking control of the rational part of you.
Gojo seemed to be taken aback by your outburst. It was far too late to take anything back now. If you lose your head by nightfall, so be it.
You dig a deeper grave for yourself when you take advantage of his moment of weakness to flee. Heâs quick to react, attempting to grip your wrist.
âWait, [Name], belovedââ He uses that all too familiar term of endearment, but it doesn't deter you.
You accidentally bump into the circular wooden table placed in the middle of the room. What an awful place to keep it, watching in horror as the Consortâs medicine shatters on the floor. To add salt to the wound, a vase you recognize to be specially gifted to the Emperor from a foreign nation tips off too before you can catch it. The sound of porcelain shattering fills the room.
â[Name]! Are you alright?â You hear Gojo ask from behind you, but you run over the broken shards before he can catch you.
Had you bothered to pay closer attention, you would have noticed articles of your clothing and a couple of your missing belongings littered all over the roomâ creating a faux impression that you never really left the palace.
Days passed by after the incident, and luckily, your head was still attached to your body despite offending and nearly endangering the Emperor. Yagaâs disappointment when you had told him what happened was made evident when he sent you home early after hearing the events that transpired, insisting that he can handle the Consort on his own. Normally you would have argued, but you knew better than to inflict Yagaâs wrath.
âNow youâve really done it,â Shoko whistles lowly, walking in from the front of Yagaâs shop.Â
You hide your face in your hands, âI made an absolute fool of myself, didnât I?â
âA fool? No. A conspirator against the Emperor? Perhaps.â She dangles a scroll with a familiar seal on it. The Gojo Clanâs familiar emblem reflects off of the sunlight spilling into the room. Your heart drops.
âOh, theyâll have my head.â You moan, hands instinctively lifting to shield your neck.
âThough Iâm quite impressed that Yaga only sent you back here. He used to have worse punishments.â She shudders before impatiently unraveling the scroll. You watch her eyes gradually widen as they read the contents of the letter. The scroll falls from her hand.
You rush to it, desperate to read your fate.
To [Last Name] [First Name],
Greetings and prosperity unto you.
By the mandate of the heavens and the authority vested in Us, We hereby extend Our solemn words to you, [Last Name] [First Name], servant of the realm, in acknowledgement of your debt to the Empire.
In response to your unmeritorious deeds, The Emperor bestows upon you His imperial pardon from capital punishment. In consideration of your obligations and the harmony of the realm, it is hereby decreed that you shall serve as an indentured servant to the Imperial Household for a period commensurate with your debt. During this time, you shall labor faithfully and diligently under the supervision of Our Heavenly Emperor, performing duties essential to the welfare of the Empire.
By fulfilling your obligations with diligence and humility, you may yet earn favor and esteem in Our sight.
The Imperial Court
A loud gasp escapes your mouth.
You feel your legs weaken, your emotions running wild. Shokoâs eyes meet yours, mirroring your frantic gaze. In that moment, you are met with the same suffocating sense of hopelessness.
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gojo was kicking his feet happily as he watched suguru draft out his letter to you. suguru thought it rather cruel, while the white haired male was too busy purring happily as he fantasized about having you back into his grasp.
#very ohshc esque with the way she is now indebted to him TT#ahh this entire series is so self indulgent im sorry#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojou x reader#gojou satoru x reader#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#gojo satoru x you#gojou satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk x reader#yandere!gojo satoru#royal!au#jjk angst#gojo angst#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x you
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