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fushipurro · 1 year ago

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Lessons in Love

Chapter 3 - Absence

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, mma!toji, jjk au, pet names, roommate!satoru, roommate!suguru, foreplay (vaginal, nipple), creampie, biting/sucking/scratching, age gap (10 years), mentions of violence and blood, jealousy/angst, toji fluff, nanami fluff, masturbation, phone sex

☆ Word Count: 6k

"say that again, doll?"

"i said~, my publisher wants me to go on a book tour to celebrate my upcoming release."

"i heard that part," he reached around your waist, pulling you tightly against his bare body, "but what i didn't hear was how long you'd be away from me for."

"it's only for two weeks, toji," you laughed, "i'll be back by christmas and then we can spend the whole day together, okay?"

the man buried his face in your hair, hands refusing to let go of your body. a part of him afraid that if he let you go, you'd shatter again and he'd never get you back.

"besides, i'll still be able to call so you better answer," your hand moved over his, sinking deeper against him. "this is really important to me."

"i know, sweetheart," his husky voice vibrated off your neck, "i know you'll do so well." he smirked, leaving soft kisses against your skin.

the day of your flight came all but slowly, cursing yourself for agreeing to an early flight, but still had all your bags packed and ready to go. toji refused to let you go off in a taxi, insisting that he'll drive you to the airport himself.

it drove him crazy giving you space the night before, but you both knew if you slept together beforehand, you'd be doing anything but sleeping. either way, toji didn't get an ounce of sleep as evident by the deep circles below his eyes.

he snatched your luggage from you at the entrance to your apartment, "you seriously need all this?"

"hey you should know by now that it takes a lot to make a good appearance, i have to look my best!"

"you always do thou─"

"y/n~!"

you turned before immediately getting tackled into a hug by satoru, suguru standing behind. toji scowled, resisting the urge to scruff him off of you like he was a cat.

"you better call and send tons of photos, we're gonna miss our favorite roommate."

"i'll miss you too, 'toru," you smiled, "you too, sugu. i'll call you guys at the hotel."

suguru took the initiative to pull his man off you so you wouldn't miss your flight.

"you ready yet?" toji asked, with an annoyed puff. he softened his expression when you looked back up at him.

you wished the drive to the airport would last longer. being away from toji now wasn't going to be easy in any way, especially with how much better your relationship has been in recent times. time apart is a good thing though, right? absence makes the heart grow fonder, blah blah blah...

once on the road, toji's hand rested on your thigh keeping a comfortable grip.

"what are you going to do while i'm gone?"

"the only thing i'm good at, fighting," he scoffed.

"oh please, toji, you're plenty good with more than that."

his face lit up with an almost predatory gaze and his grip tightened, thumbing rubbing circles on your thigh, "oh yeah? like what?"

you laughed, "the light's green, honey."

"and yet, all i see is red, sugar," he smirked.

as expected, when you made it to the airport, he refused again to let you carry anything but your own purse. staying right at your side with his eyes on you.

a blond man came into sight and a smile crossed your face.

"hope i didn't keep you waiting for long, mr nanami!"

"miss fushiguro," the man greeted, giving a quick adjustment to his tie, "and who is this you brought?"

"oh right, toji, this is my publisher, mr nanami." you stood between the two men, oblivious to the scowl toji was making.

toji stood close, fixing his posture like it was some competition. his eyes coldly set on the man before him. right now he's just feeling extra possessive even when really there's no need.

that doesn't stop his large hand grabbing hold of your waist to pull you against him, "i'm toji. y/n's boyfriend."

"a pleasure, toji," kento remained calm, glancing at his watch and back to you, "now that you're here, we should go check in for our flight."

your expression turned sullen, eyes turning to toji with an attempt to smile. he leaned down in front of your face, mere inches from your lips.

"what's wrong, princess? you missin' me already?"

your hands reached behind his neck and pulled him closer, eyes glossing over but still trying to be happy, "i am".

"well don't think you're leaving without this," he pressed his lips against yours for a few moments and when the kiss was done, you planted your forehead against his while cupping his cheeks.

"you just be a good girl and come back to me soon, okay?"

"i will, i promise," you nodded, wiping your tears and waving goodbye to toji, walking off with kento.

toji wasn't the sappy type to sit there by the window waiting for your takeoff, but that didn't stop him from keeping his eyes to sky instead of the empty leather passenger seat beside him.

the moment the plane touched down at your destination, chaos quickly ensued.

kento kept a tight schedule and urged punctuality. your luggage was dropped off in a hotel room and you were whisked away for one of many meetings to occur in the next two weeks.

on toji's end, he trained at the gym until the the moon was high before hitting up a ramen stall on his way home. he wished so badly his phone would shine your pretty little face and as much as he debated just calling you himself, he figured you were probably be busy with work anyways.

the first night of your book tour went better than you hoped. the venue was full of various people begging for signatures and photos with you, eager to know more details about your upcoming book.

kento kept everything running smoothly, trying to make sure you weren't overwhelmed by the crowd but also making sure it was a good first impression for the tour.

when you finally got back to your hotel, you wasted no time in crashing onto the bed and closing your eyes for a few minutes.

"would you like to shower first, miss fushiguro?" your publisher interrupted, setting his briefcase down on the desk in the room.

"oh no, that's fine. i'll probably take longer so do what you need to do."

i also want to see how he's doing.

right. the one thing you meant to do and said you would when you got here before running off to your own world.

pulling your phone out, the first dozen notifications were all from satoru asking if you were still alive along with photos of him and suguru together.

nothing from toji, which was a bit saddening, but not atypical of him.

y/n fushiguro sorry, it's been a long day. you up? sent: 12:16am

you put your phone down not expecting much given the time, when to your surprise it began to ring.

"i'm surprised you're still awake."

"don't you sound tired, sweetheart."

"that's what shaking hands and talking to several dozen people will do to you," you laughed, your voice slightly hoarse. "i miss you, toji."

the man was silent for a moment, "i miss you too."

for the next several minutes, you chatted away, telling toji all about the people you saw, the things they said or asked. he was more than happy just to listen you talk. oh how he missed the sound of your voice in his ears.

the door clicked behind you, followed by kento's smooth voice filling the room, "it's all yours, miss fushiguro."

"hah?" toji growled, "you ain't alone?"

you nodded to kento and placed your attention back to your phone, "no i'm with mr nanami. it's just us representing for the tour so it was easier to cover costs with one hotel room."

"that so? well for his sake i hope he keeps his hands to himself."

"toji!" you scolded, your groggy voice turned to a whisper, "there's nothing to worry about. look who's being a little jealous now," you teased.

toji scoffed, rolling over on his side looking down at the empty spot you always lay on when you're with him in bed. those words hit his head abruptly like spotting yourself in a mirror. jealous?

jealousy was something toji wasn't, or rather, couldn't be familiar with. growing up as a black sheep in his family, mistreated while everyone else was loved and accepted.

he never was told what he did wrong besides the fact that he was born and there was nothing he could do to right it. forced to bear with that "sin" and continue honoring his family name.

maybe a piece of him was always jealous but toji was not allowed to express these types of feelings, he couldn't express "weakness" in any form and had to become the strongest.

it was only when he finally cut himself away from that life that he was able to create a false reality for himself. he used the zenin name in the underground arena as a means to besmirch what should have been the family that loved him. he created this whole persona of someone capable, someone everyone either feared or desired.

he doesn't need to be jealous anymore as he is now. he's been forced to rely on only himself and has become so sure of himself that being envious shouldn't cross his mind but yet in this situation, it does.

you came along and started chipping away at the walls he built around himself but yet you still you want him more. you look at him like you would anyone else, a human, and not some walking calamity that shouldn't ever have been born.

your willingness to love and accept toji for who he his despite knowing so little about his past or the hell he's walked through time and time again, he treasures that.

maybe that's why he felt the way he did. jealous. despite what he went through and how he believes he doesn't truly deserve you, none of that could possibly stop his heart from beating the way it does in your presence.

he wants to be selfish and keep you for himself. he wants to protect you even if you don't need it. most of all, he's enjoying how it feels to be loved wholeheartedly.

"toji? tooojjjiii."

the man snapped back into reality, "yeah?"

"i thought you fell asleep on me, you okay?"

"i'm fine," he hummed in response, "you on the other hand should be asleep already. can't look your best for the fans if you show up with bags under your eyes."

hearing you laugh and in an especially tired sort of way calmed him in ways he couldn't express.

"you're right, i should go shower already, but i'll call you again as soon as i can, okay? i love you, toji."

"i love ya too, princess."

it had been about a week since that phone call with toji, with many sleepless nights in between as you shuffle from hotel to hotel along your tour.

during which time, your publisher was contacted about having a news crew interview you which he noted would be good for publicity.

much to your dismay, said interview was taking place the same night as an important fight for toji that you set aside time for previously to watch.

"don't worry, we'll make sure to record it for you!" satoru had said in your last phone call with each other.

"thanks, but it's not the same as getting to watch him live..."

"i don't think toji will mind either way, you have a job to do too, so do your best. i'll make sure your interview gets recorded too."

"i appreciate that, sugu. god i can't wait to be back home."

"aww you miss us that badly? we love you too, roomie~!"

"miss fushiguro, i urge you to focus on getting ready. we need to be there early so the news crew can brief you on what to expect."

"i know i know, but his match is coming up, i don't want to miss this."

you lifted the laptop up, moving to a vanity to prepare your makeup and hair.

"our next fight for the night is toji zenin facing off against..."

your eyes dart back to the screen, "finally!"

a smile stretched across your face when the man walked onto the stage. his opponent wasn't near the size of toji, but plenty built nonetheless as you'd expect.

the first round went by, toji winning it albeit not as fast as he usually ends things. his punches weren't as impactful as you've seen him land before and you could tell it was getting on his nerves.

shiu was at the edge of the arena giving him pep talks and all the while toji continued to scowl.

round two was just beginning when kento interrupted, "miss fushiguro, it's time to leave."

"do we have to? toji's fight is finally here..."

"we'll be late if we don't leave now, miss fushiguro. i understand this is important to you but you can't forget your own priorities."

"i know i know," the smile faded from your face, standing up from the vanity and giving one last look to the fighter before closing the screen.

on toji's end, the fight was reaching its halfway mark, the opponent giving the troubled man a bit more of an issue than he normally would allow.

the combination of sleep exhaustion and intrusive thoughts doesn't bode well for anyone, especially not someone with a history like toji. his movements were more sloppy, he let his foe hit him more than he should have.

the round ended in favor of the opposing side, toji retreating to his corner in anger.

"toji, what's wrong with you, man? you'd never let someone walk all over you like this any other day," shiu commented, handing the fighter a towel.

"shut the hell up," he hissed, yanking it from the man.

"don't take it out on me, i'm not the one in the arena."

toji grunted, rolling his shoulders a few times before getting up. his eyes wandered to the crowd, longing to see you sitting there at the edge of your seat cheering him on.

by the third and final round, he was done playing around. the timer started and he hurled himself at his opponent. shiu needing to yell from time to time to remind toji of where he is and rightfully so.

if this fight was taking place in the underground arena, his opponent would've been turned into a ragdoll by now, a sandbag for toji to express his frustrations. but above ground? that's asking for some severe consequences.

the crowd was a mix of silence, gasping, and finally cheers at toji's comeback. his opponent quickly folding under his sheer strength as toji's secured victory.

he gave hardly any looks to the fans on his way out, eyes cold and distant marching to his dressing room while his bloody knuckles dripped on the floor.

once inside, he sunk into the couch and grabbed his phone from the coffee table in front of him.

y/n fushiguro good luck with your fight!! i'm sure though you won't need it <3 you won't believe it though, i'm going to be on the news tonight! it's really last minute but i'm so excited. it starts at about 6:40 later! sent: 2:47pm

toji glanced at the time on his phone, 6:55pm. thankfully the room had a small TV on the wall, so he flipped channels praying he didn't miss your appearance.

"so y/n, did you plan for your characters to get into a relationship from the start?" the reporter asked.

the sight of you and the sound of your voice felt like the first drop of water after a week in the desert.

"i honestly did not! i had planned for them to be enemies always getting in the way of each other's bounties, but then my publisher came up with the idea of turning it into a romance and well, you see how that ended up."

the reporter laughed, "i think i speak for others but the way you wrote their relationship and especially the love they share, it's unique and quite real. was there someone who inspired or played into the experiences you write? maybe someone in your own life who plays the part of the love interest?"

that was the turning point in the interview. anyone with a sense could see the way your face softened and how your smile stopped being one for the people watching TV but instead one true expression of love meant for one person only.

toji watched you brush a few stray hairs behind your ears as you normally do when nervous or flushed, the corner of his own lips raising upwards subconciously.

"w-well it wasn't immediately i had someone in mind when i was writing the first book, but that changed once i met my boyfriend."

"is he here tonight? we'd love to see him up on stage!"

"i wish he was, but he had an important match today for his career," your eyes turned to the camera directly, waving your arm, "if you're watching this, i love you, toji!"

the remote fell out of toji's hand onto the floor, his face awestruck, "fuck─ you're so beautiful."

"i think that'll do it for this interview, thank you so much for speaking with us, y/n! we're looking forward to reading your new book when it drops."

"god that was exhausting but really exciting!"

"you did good today, miss fushiguro," kento smiled, "keep up the hard work."

"thanks, mr nanami, but i couldn't have done all of this without you."

"think nothing of it, it's my job to help your books succeed."

you placed your things down on a spare desk in the hotel room, walking over to your bed to sit down.

"i need to step out to make a few phone calls and then i'll be back, do you need anything?"

"i'm alright, thanks, mr nanami."

the blond men stepped out of the room, leaving you alone.

now then...

y/n fushiguro i miss you, do you maybe want to video chat? sent: 9:06pm

"you calling up your fans now that you're famous?"

"hi toji," you smiled.

"i missed that pretty face of yours smiling for me."

you laughed, "did you get to see me on the news? now we've both been on TV."

"you think i'd miss the chance to see that?" he teased, leaning his head back against his pillow.

"so how'd your fight end up?"

"what, you weren't watching?" he asked with a sarcastic tone.

"i was trying to, but i didn't get to see it all... only got to watch the first round before i had to leave."

"cheer up, princess. you know i'm only teasin' ya," he coos, "it wasn't a good fight anyways."

his sweet words and husky tone started making you feel warm, your hand beginning to move in its own down your side.

"you still won though, right? i wish i could've seen it."

he smirked, "of course i did, would've been more of a show if i had you on the sidelines cheering."

your fingers crept under the hem of your panties, running down your already moist folds.

"i wish i could've been there, mhm, or at least have you here on tour with me."

one of the man's eyebrows raised up, "oh yeah? i don't think you'd have enough time or energy to be signing books if i were there."

as he spoke, you slipped your fingers up inside you, curling inwards as you dug as deep as you could. your breathing hitched with each action, desperate to find that sweet spot.

toji knew exactly what you were doing, even if you didn't make it obvious, he's had enough time with your body to know the subtle signs you make.

his own hand unfastened his now hardened cock from his boxers, swirling the precum around the tip as he glazed his calloused hands down the shaft.

"my voice making you nice and wet, sweetheart? aren't you needy."

you nodded your head, "i miss you, fuck."

"why don't you show me how much you miss me then," he purred, a devious grin crossing his face.

you propped your phone up against the pillow on the bed and kneeled in front of it. lifting up your skirt over your waist with one hand while the other loosened your breasts from your shirt.

"that's it, sweetheart," his cock beginning to twitch in his hands, "keep going."

one hand was now toying with the bud on your chest. your other glistening with juices for the camera, gently moaning as you watched him with open eyes.

"good girl, do you wanna cum for me? i know you're getting close."

your body started to squirm, eyes fluttering, "ple─please, fuck."

"go on then," his deep voice made your body shiver in heat, "let me hear that pretty voice of yours cum."

"nnghhh─ fuck, t-toji!" you whimpered, finally hitting the right spot. your other hand latched onto the sheets around you, desperate for something anchor against as you arched your back.

"fuck─" he threw his head back, ropes of seed shooting across his abs, "look at how fast you made me cum, pretty girl. if only i could taste you right now."

you heard the click of a keycard at your hotel door and quickly fixed your outfit.

toji clicked his tongue, loosening the grip he had on himself, "tch, fucking cockblocker."

"ah, you're still awake, miss fushiguro," his eyes glanced over to toji's annoyed face on your screen, "i got off the phone with someone from the office and they warned that our flight may be delayed getting home."

any semblance of joy you had immediately sank, "what!? why?"

"there's a blizzard coming and it's expected to halt the airlines until it's safe again to fly."

"when could that be?"

"they're not sure as of right now, hard to know until we see how much it piles up."

"fuckin' hell," toji growled under his breath.

"are we going to cancel the rest of the tour then to leave early?"

kento unfastened his tie, "i understand your desire, but we can't get back the money already spent for our remaining time here. i'm sorry, miss fushiguro."

you turned to toji while sulking, "i'm sorry, toji. guess i won't be back for christmas after all..."

"don't you start crying now, princess. i'll still see you soon, okay?"

with glossy eyes, you nodded with a sniffle, "i really wanted to spend our first christmas together..."

"last i checked, we're still together unless you suddenly called it quits without me," he said in a teasing tone with his usual smirk, earning a laugh from you.

"i'll call you later then, even if it means spending christmas through our phone screens."

"good girl, now you should go and get cleaned off then," he winked.

a flood of heat hit your face making you reach your hand up to your nape, god i hope kento didn't notice anything...

as predicted, the inclement weather delayed all flights in the area. your tour technically ended a few days ago, but you've been stuck in town with kento.

christmas eve arrived and your mood was worse than ever. happy couples everywhere and you just felt so alone.

kento had told you earlier in the day that he had made reservations at a nearby restaurant to help make the most of it, so here you were trudging through the falling snow through town passing by couple after couple.

"let's see, it should be around here... ah─ there it is."

the nice restaurant came into view, as did a familiar shape leaning against the side of some brick.

"huh?" you stopped dead in your tracks, losing your grip on your purse as it dropped onto the snow. "toji?"

the man turned to you, revealing his face completely to you, "y/n," he smiled.

you couldn't hold back from lunging at the man, arms wide as you collided into an embrace. his thick arms wrapping around your body pulling you tightly against him.

tears filled your eyes, "i'm so happy, what are you doing here?"

toji caressed his hand against the back of your head, lips right up against your ear, "i said i'd see ya soon, didn't i?"

"i missed you so much," you sobbed, gripping him with all the strength you have, "i missed you, toji."

he kissed the crown of your head, "i did too, sweetheart"

you pulled back and looked up at him for a moment before planting your lips against his.

toji's eyes widened at the sudden bout of confidence, allowing his tongue to melt against your own.

he held a firm grip on your lower back, keeping you flush against his body with no room to breathe.

the man wanted nothing more than to stay like that forever, one with the one he loved more than anything. he allowed you to be in control, letting you kiss him for however long you wanted to in that moment.

when you did finally pull away, you cupped his cheeks in your hands, "so what are you doing here? i thought all the flights were cancelled?"

"you can thank your boss for that," he smiled, "i wanted to see you, and he helped make it happen. even had me surprise you like this out here instead of busting your door down."

"still feeling jealous?" you teased.

toji used his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, "don't need to be. you're mine after all, aren't you?"

"always," you chuckled, leaning back in to hug him once more.

"that's my good girl," he purred, "now let's go get some food, i'm starving."

taking your hand, he led the way inside the restaurant, cringing at kento's selection of one of higher standards but it was paid in advanced so he couldn't really complain.

instead of sitting across from each other, you both chose to sit side by side. you were nestled under his arm with your legs glued to his, gleefully sharing all the fun moments you had on tour.

afterwards, he walked you back to your hotel room, wasting no time in pulling you in the second you walked inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

he held you from behind, leaning into the crook of your neck and delivering a flurry of kisses. toji held your torso tightly against his body, one hand cupping your breast.

"turn around," he ordered, your body responding in turn as he embraced your mouth once more, lips parting to welcome his tongue.

calloused hands rubbed down your back and under your thighs, pulling you up against his body. underneath his pants, his cock stirred, throbbing against your clothed heat.

he walked forward with you in his arms, kneading his fingers in the fat of your ass, sitting himself down at the foot of the bed with you on his lap.

your hips rocked against his waist, "you wanna ride me? show me how much you missed my dick?"

you nodded your head, your mind going dizzy from the pleasure, "so drunk on my cock and i haven't put anything in you yet, baby. let me change that for you."

toji's fingers moved between your thighs from the front, pushing the fabric aside and toying with the entrance to your depths, "gotta get you ready for me."

"ngh~, toji," you broke from the kiss, panting as you bit down on your lip. your nails dug into the nape of his neck as you lifted your chest up into his face.

"want me to play with your tits too, sweetheart? i don't remember you ever being this demanding," he used his teeth to unlatch your shirt and bra, "i want to mark these pretty things all up."

"y-yes please, i need you," you squirmed at his touch, two of his thick digits sliding in between your folds inside of you.

"such a needy cunt," he teased, his mouth becoming more demanding of your chest, "y'er swallowing my fingers right up."

it was as though a vampire had their first taste of blood, he was practically biting at your tits and swirling his tongue over your hardened buds.

"fuck─ toji," you bucked your hips, clenching against his fingers.

"you're close now, aren't you, princess?" he quickly removed his fingers, holding them up to your face.

"toji!" the high that was coming faded before you could reach it, "that was mean," you pouted.

his eyes darkened slightly, "we have plenty of time to enjoy one another tonight, y/n. now open up for me."

you parted your lips for his fingers, brushing your tongue along the calloused digits, tasting the juices that coated them.

"good girl," he coos.

lifting your hands of his shoulders, you grabbed onto his wrist, eyes going absent with lust as you continued to suck, "you're so fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?"

in a second, toji flipped you over with your back against the sheets. one of his knees pressed in between your thighs, arms at either side of you as he kissed from your lips all down your body until he reached your core

he gave a deviant look before spelling sweet nothings with his tongue against your swollen pearl, his fingers reaching back up inside you.

"fuck─ toji, right there!" you squeezed your thighs around his head.

he kissed your clit and pulled away slightly, "better keep your legs relaxed unless you want me to stop."

"n-no no, i'm sorry, don't stop, please!"

"yeah?" his fingers scissored your insides, swiping his tongue up repeatedly, "ya taste so fuckin' good, i can't stop myself."

you buried your hands in the side of his head, grabbing chunks of his long raven hair while he lapped at your core. his digits pumping deeper than you can get with your own.

"i can't hold it, fuck, m' gonna cu-ahh!"

he slowly pulled his fingers out of you while you came down the high, earning a few whimpers from you as you felt empty without him.

"i think you're ready now, want me inside you?"

you couldn't hear his words as you were lost in your own world, but you felt the heat emanating off his thick member when it rested against your folds.

toji leaned up over your face, "you still with me, doll?" his hand caressed your cheek, a few light taps to get your attention back.

"hang in there, princess, you're doing so well."

your eyes wandered down to toji's bottom half. he lifted up your legs over his shoulders and lined his cock up, pressing the tip in slightly.

"i need it, toji," you begged, music to his ears as he smiled ear to ear.

he started slow, enjoying as your back arched immediately at the pressure and your fingers desperate to claw into anything you could reach.

"fuck, you're so tight," his pace quickened, "your cunt forget who it's made for?"

"never, nghh fuck─" you felt his cock kiss your womb, welcoming him as deep as he could get.

"shit, you came with just that?" he pushed through your orgasm, lifting your body up in his hands to better align himself.

toji himself started to lose himself in you, sweat dripping from his locks onto your stomach. his thumb running circles over your clit overstimulating yourself beyond what you could handle.

"toji fuck─ s'good i'm gonna-aaah" his cock quivered against your velvet walls, warmth filling your insides. the man squeezed as tight as he could against your body, his grip sure to leave bruises on your waist later.

"that's my good girl, fuck y'er taking my cock so well," he grunted.

your heart was hammering, barely able to catch your breath before toji started up his thrusts again.

you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, but your strength was faltering. your body trembled and all you could do was scream his name.

"fuck, toji!"

"shit─ baby, what's wrong?" he asked, slowing his pace. the tears filling leaving your eyes more than just ones caused from the ecstasy he was giving you.

"i love you s'much, toji, god fuck─ i'm so happy," you tried to wipe your face but could barely move your own limbs.

the man dropped down over you, your greedy walls clenching his cock. his lips kissed each tear on your face before meeting your lips.

"i love you too, y/n," he cooed, "don't know what i'd do without my perfect girl."

he continued to give you sloppy kisses, biting on your lips until the metallic taste filled his own. your nails got their own taste after tearing his back apart with each thrust against your cervix from the man.

"cum with me, baby, okay? i'm gonna fill you right up, not gonna waste a single drop."

"please, toji, i need you!" you moaned, an orgasm erupting from the two of you.

your mouths parted from each other for those few moments, but in an act of overstimulation you couldn't resist biting down on the flesh of his neck that was within reach.

"fuck, such a pretty mouth," he groaned, "i love my little vampire."

"of course an incubus like you would love it," you smiled, desperately catching your breath.

"is that what i am now?" he smirked, "you dream of me fucking you too?"

"who can say?" you giggled, "even if i do, it doesn't beat the real thing i have right here and in me."

you smiled up at him, and even with your hair in such a messy state and your body covered in sweat and mixed juices, to toji, that was the prettiest he's ever seen you.

his expression softened, the phantom pain from his scar evaporating from the sunlight you casted upon him. toji has never felt more warm and loved than before this very moment.

"i'll go warm up a bath then for us," he pulled himself out of you, pushing his cum back inside with his finger and licking the excess of your combined love off himself.

"w-wait, toji!" you tried to lean up but ultimately fell back against the bed.

toji understood completely, turning back to you and lifting you up into a bridal carry.

"did ya forget already? you know you can never walk when i'm done with you," he teased.

"good thing i have you to carry me around then," you laughed, nestling against his chest.

once the bath was the perfect temperature, the two of you sat down inside together. your back planted against his chest with your head falling back into his neck.

one of toji's hands laid dangerously close to your inner thighs while the other rested on the side of the tub.

"i'm surprised mr nanami hasn't come back yet, it's pretty late."

"and have him ruin the fun again?" you lightly hit the arm in a teasing manner, "nah, he helped me get here so i paid for another room so i could keep you all to myself."

"well that was nice of you, toji, i appreciate that. i feel a bit bad sending him away but i'm so happy you're here with me."

"you have a good boss. smart too since he probably knows you're going to throw some of this in your book anyways." toji leaned his head down and kissed your temple, "can't get enough of me that you went and made me the main character in your story? how sweet of you."

heat rushed to your face, "i can't help that you're a perfect fit for it... i couldn't have done all of this anyways without your help."

before you knew it, toji's fingers already slid down to your exposed heat, clutching it until you quivered.

"the writing is all you, doll, you did this. be proud of yourself, you deserve it." he put his lips right against your ears, holding some of the flesh between his teeth, "i only showed you how to love."

you moaned softly, gripping his thighs for support.

"hey toji?" the man hummed in response, kissing your neck up and down, "merry christmas."

the arm he had resting on the side of the tub wrapped around the front of you, pulling your face flushed against his, "merry christmas, y/n."

☆ Notes: sorry for the delay getting this part out, i had some inspo for other stories as you all can see and wasn't sure what i wanted to do with part 3 just yet but i've got some ideas rolling again. i really want to do some stuff with nanami in the future but god i'm so hyperfixated on toji...

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owlespresso · 3 years ago

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Witching Hour: 2 AM

getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru

warnings: alcohol mention, reader is drunk, spice below the cut

Satoru stuck sweet to your side, rubbing your back and watching you down your coveted alcohol. He told you jokes and teased your side with probing fingers to get you to giggle, pressed closer and closer into his side with every sip. The booth he managed to secure was small and private, a haven as far away from the music as possible.

“You still in there?” He nudges you, voice lowering into something soft and doting. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, your eyelids growing heavy as you nestle against him. He’s warm, the scent of his cologne comforting and spiced. You curl a hand into the fabric of his balenciaga sweatshirt. “Mmm, maybe it’s time for us to head home—ah—”

A sharp, loud ding draws his attention to his phone, the screen illuminating his pale face bright as he draws it close. You can see him squint behind his rounded shades, reading whatever text he had been sent with a contemplative sort of trepidation.

“Mmm, Suguru’s not too happy,” Satoru acknowledges with a small, dry laugh.

“Did you not tell him we were going out?” you muster up the brain cells to reply, jolted from your sleepy stupor at the mention of your other partner.

“No~pe!” he hums, leaning down to press a few kisses to the side of your face. His soft lips flutter against the column of your neck, prompting you to whine and tilt your head in his direction, shoulder raising at the ticklish sensation. “Just wanted you to myself for a little bit. Can you blame me? You’re always so needy for his attention when he’s around.” His long fingers venture underneath the thin fabric of your tank top, dimpling the tender flesh.

“Do not,” you grumble. A breathy little whine escapes you as he finally reaches the crook of your neck, teeth delicately grating over your warm, sensitive skin.

“Yes, you do. But I don’t expect you to admit it,” he says with a heavy, exaggerated sigh. His phone indignantly rings again, causing his face to wrinkle in an unsettled grimace. Its fluorescent light illuminates the pale stretch of his face, catches on those brilliant sapphire eyes and lulls you into a state of silent awe. “Yeah, we should really go. Suguru’s threatening to make me sleep on the couch.”

He laments the possible consequences, but at the same time sharply squeezes your hip, clever fingers venturing closer to the crux of your legs while you squeal and squirm. Long, warm digits stroke a line up your clothed cunt through your leggings, prompting you to grip his sleeve tight, face buried into his shoulder. Fresh, buzzing warmth writhes in your lower stomach, thin panties already moistening. The haze that blankets your mind eases you into that balmy state of arousal, makes it easier for him to coax little sighs and moans.

You’re in public, your remaining brain cell reminds you, but it’s a herculean feat to act on that realization when Satoru is so big and encompassing and warm.

His phone beeps a third time, prompting him to pull away with a hassled sigh.

Immediately, you whine, legs reflexively shutting in an attempt to keep him there. The embers he’d been stoking die out, leaving you cold and empty.

“Alright. Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” Satoru hums, patting you in the back. The next few moments are all but lost to you, being pulled and tugged to your feet and along the wall to avoid the dancing crowd.

The incessant, thrumming of the club’s upbeat music dies to a low vibration as you hastily traverse the thin hall. It takes every piece of your concentration to not trip over your own sneakers. The space between your eyebrows throb, your eyelids heavy. The past two hours are a blur, lost in a tumble of vivid neon lights, loud conversation and hearty drinks. A prescription to get you out of your head, if only for a little while.

The neon lights fade, leaving you at the end of the hall, right before the double doors. The back entrance, you numbly realize as Satoru hums. He stops in place, and you’re barely given a moment to prepare before he sweeps you into a one-armed embrace, lips pressing to your own in a sloppy, intense kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, mind numb as your hands instinctively curl in the expensive fabric of his shirt. Licks of flame roll up your intoxicated form, lost among the rolling waves of his oceanic affection.

The next sensation you register is the press of the hard wall against your back. Your eyes shut, your head rolling to rest up against the painted concrete blocks, Satoru’s warm lips running up and down the column of your neck. Shivers roll down your spine, spark goosebumps up your arms and shivers down your spine. The air feels thick with each breath you pull in.

“Satoru,” you murmur. One of his large hands spans across your left hip, fingers crawling over untouched skin, venturing towards the round of your breasts. Your shirt rides up along his arm, cool air sending a shiver up your spine. You shouldn’t do this here, the far flung remainders of your consciousness remind you, anyone could see, “Satoru—” you gasp, words smothered by his lips.

One of his palms shoves the cup of your bra promptly upwards. He swallows a little yelp, dexterous fingers pinching at your nipple, pulling and twisting. Your thighs press together, cunt wet, panties pressed sticky to your cunt. The pleasure sends you reeling, mind swimming, heart thumping slow and low in contrast to the erratic beat of the faraway music.

“Satoru, ah, Satoru!” your little cries are cast into the air, whines building low and hot in your chest.

At last, at very long last, one of his hands ventures towards the waistband of your leggings. The fabric feels all too stifling against your body, rationality slipping from your grasp like water through a patch of swamp cattails.

“Satoru,” a familiar voice, dark and firm, jolts you both from your pleasure-inundated states. Through the fog, you feel a jolt of immediate alarm—Suguru stands behind the both of you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. His outfit is casual, cozy, something you’d see him wear around the house. His expression is flat, but a subtle twitch in his eyebrow betrays his irritation.

Satoru fumbles for a brief moment, yanking down the cup of your bra and pulling your shirt back over your stomach. Clumsy yet practiced, a testament to how many times he’s done this before. You’re not granted any time to contemplate it further before he’s pulling away, taking his warmth with him. He faces Suguru with a comely smile, hands resting atop his hips.

“Ahh, Suguru!” He rocks back and forth on his heels, reaching a hand back to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. “Fancy meeting you here~”

“You didn’t answer my texts. Or my calls,” Suguru crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, utterly unamused.

"Well,” Satoru says, swallowing thickly to buy himself time.

“It’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t drunk off your ass and in a gutter,” Suguru interrupts before he can muster an explanation, gaze sliding past the flushed Satoru to you. The firm lines of his expression melt into something tender, something delicate as he appraises you, those lovely lips curling into a welcoming smile. “And how are you? Satoru didn’t tire you out too much, did he?” he inquires, ignoring Satoru’s indignant squawk. His arms part to either side of him as he beckons you forth, the low purr of his voice reverberating through your every cell . “Come here.”

Even cast in dingy, dim lighting, Suguru looks warm and comfortable in his casual wear. They hang off his broad frame ever so slightly, but still allow you to see the outline of the packed muscle underneath. His hair is tied into the bun you’ve grown so used to seeing on him. Whether by instinct or conscious choice (you can no longer tell), you push off the wall and stumble into his waiting arms.

The smell of him soothes the nerves frayed by your previous arousal, muscles loosening as you bury your face into his chest. He’s saying something to Satoru, the words lost among your drunken haze. Their voices sound nice, and Suguru’s chest rumbles ever so slightly when he speaks. His warm arms encircle you, securing you snuggly against his body. You’re not sure how long you remain standing there, be it seconds or minutes, but you do notice when he begins to pull back.

You startle with a whine of protest, blearily looking up at him. There’s unadulterated admiration in his eyes.

“There you are,” he murmured, voice a quiet blessing for only you to hear. He presses his lips to the crown of your head, irreverent. The hand on your back rubs delicate circles into your lower back.

“Let’s go home.”

#geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #geto

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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Final Hours Part 1: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you have everything you could ever want: a loving boyfriend, a place to call home, and a son who means the world to you. But peace is easily disturbed in the world of Jujutsu sorcery, and you’re no exception.

words: 1307

tw: light gore

a/n: Hey y’all! This will most likely be the penultimate piece I write for Suguru imagines. I feel like the wrap up will be perfect as I transition to other characters and new y/n characters, so just keep an eye out! Thank you all for reading so far. I appreciate all of the notes and votes and love.

“The higher ups said you need to come to Jujutsu Tech immediately.”

The sun had not yet risen when the call came through; Gojo’s unusually stern and unwavering voice echoing on the other end of the line. Thoughts shifted around as you sat up in the empty bed, sheets tousled around your figure in the moonlight. You look to the crib by the window - still occupied by your sleeping newborn - and hesitate even further. But Satoru is impatient. “Y/n, there’s no time to--”

“Where is Suguru?” you reply cooly, sliding out of bed. The white haired man on the other line falters as you slide a drawer open slowly, stuffing your hand inside to grab a proper shirt.

“Y/n, I--”

“Where is he? Has something happened to him?” The repeated question obviously irks Satoru and he sighs deeply.

“I don’t know. Pack as light as you can,” he answers quickly, turning away to yell something at someone who is not privy to your conversation. You slide on your joggers with ease, feet landing on the soft carpet of your shared bedroom lightly. “But bring everything you can for Renji. I don’t know if you two will ever come back to the apartment. I’ll tell you everything when you get here.” Satoru hangs up, leaving you in the unlit room with the sound asleep child.

You hoist a large weekender bag from the top shelf of your closet down and begin stuffing random items into it: a pair of sunglasses, a dress, two books - one for children, and one for yourself - various undergarments, a pair of jeans, socks, and three shirts. If anyone stopped you, they might think you were going on vacation. But the sinking feeling in your stomach and your unanswered question lingers in your mind. You realize there isn’t much you can do as you lift the baby bag that always prepped (Suguru’s orders) over your left shoulder, and move to drape your sweet, sleeping child over your other shoulder.

But before you can grab your son, someone knocks on your door. Out of habit, you look at the time: 4:26 am. With a fleeting sense of hope, you wonder if maybe Satoru sent a car to pick you up and take you to Jujutsu Tech. Or perhaps… the thought that it could be Suguru sticks much more firmly in your mind. You walk to the door and lift on your tiptoes to peek through the peephole, praying it will be someone you recognize.

Sugar stands with his hands in his pockets at the door, head tilted sideways with his eyes closed.

“I left my key inside, y/n.” Suguru says from the other side of the door, and you sigh deeply, unlatching the door for him. When you open it, the first thing you see is his attire. He hadn’t left in a white button-down or black slacks. In fact, you distinctly remember him kissing you goodbye with his uniform on. But maybe he had ruined it, you think, and you step aside for him to enter the apartment.

As he sits on the couch in exhaustion, you re-latch the door and turn a small lamp on after sliding your bags off of your shoulder. “You look awfully tired.” You position yourself behind him and begin to rub his shoulders tenderly, almost forgetting Satoru’s phone call.

“Why are you up? Why do you have those bags?”

“‘Toru called me and said we need to get to Jujutsu Tech right away,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “But you’re here, so we’ll go after you get some rest.”

“We’re not going.”

“Huh?” You pause, and Suguru rests his hands on his knees. You now notice the little cuts and scrapes on his knuckles, and the dark red splotch right below his bicep. “What do you m--”

“We can’t go.” Without turning around, Suguru places a hand on yours, hanging his head a little. “It’s no longer safe for us there.”

Before you even attempt to understand or piece together his words, your phone vibrates angrily in your pocket.

Gojo Satoru is calling…

“Hello?” You watch Suguru’s head turn to eye you over his shoulder carefully.

“Do not answer the door for Suguru. Wait for one of us to come get you.” The warning and subsequent hang up leaves you speechless, and you fumble to put your phone back in your pocket. What was going on? What had happened? Gojo wouldn’t be fucking around with you, would he? If Suguru was so dangerous, wouldn’t Satoru have told you to escape much sooner?

You don’t realize you’ve dropped your phone to the floor until Suguru turns to reach over the side of the couch, grasping the device in his hand. He looks at the screen for a moment, recognizes Gojo’s name, and proceeds to stand up with it. You watch in absolute horror as he takes it into the bathroom across from the living room and drops it into the toilet, flushing once. He stares at it while it swirls around, then shuts the lid of the toilet with finality.

“That’s better.”

Something is terribly wrong.

Your eyes meet almost instantly, and without hesitation, you dash for the bedroom, praying your feet will carry you faster than Geto’s to your son. But it was futile. Suguru grabs you by your waist from behind, snatching you back out of the doorframe and clamping a hand down on your mouth. You form claws with your hands and attempt to hold on to the wooden frame as you let out a muffled scream against his rough and bloodied palm. But he drags you kicking and screaming back into the living room and against the couch.

“You need to be quiet,” he urges you, growling the last word into your ear. “Our son is sleeping.” Tears form in your eyes while you fight his restraint with balled up fists and your best kicks, but it doesn’t matter. You’re absolutely helpless against him. When you finally surrender, he doesn’t loosen his grip on you, but does nod his head repeatedly.

“That’s a good girl… that’s my girl. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You bring Renji and come with me right now. There’s no fuss, no fighting, no more death. If you stay here, I’ll have to kill every single person that comes to this door. Even Shoko and Gojo.” You inhale shakily, feeling your heart about to rip through your chest while you breathe against his palm. Tears roll down your cheeks rapidly and wet his fingers, but he doesn’t remove his hand. “Come with me. I’ll protect you.”

“Where?” you ask, your voice coming out shakier than you intended.

“Hmm?”

“Where would we go?” Suguru doesn’t answer you immediately, instead standing up with you still in his arms.

“I made a promise to protect you and Renji.” His voice is low against your ear, and you realize he’s using all of the modes of persuasion he can to get you out of this apartment and into his unshakable control. “Let me make good on that promise.”

You take the bags in your hands again once he lets you go.

I’m doing this for the safety of my son, you reason, watching Suguru lift the raven haired boy up from the crib gingerly. Surprisingly, Renji doesn’t wake, and Geto presses a tender kiss to the infant’s forehead as he walks out of the bedroom slowly.

With a finger, he motions to the door, and you unlock it obediently before allowing him to walk through. You give one last look at the furnished apartment - the home you made with Suguru - and shut the door behind you with finality, one again following your lover into the unknown.

#geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen getou #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk geto #jjk gojo #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo

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