#he was meant to follow in toji's footsteps

[mybeloved11]

Fanfic Reading.

| roommate x roommates.|

roommate! user x roommate! toji, satoru,and suguru.

fem!pov.

tw ; double penetration, cum eating, size kink, messy oral, vibrators, collar and leash.

so..imma be honest. read this fanfic somewhere and thought it could be better. the author made the interactions weird? (not hating 😓) it was hard to follow and honestly just confusing. i wanted to take some sort of inspiration, from it. at least the concept! it was an interesting concept, and felt it would’ve been better. of course this concept isn’t original, but thought it’ll be fun.

this is my first fanfic..so..be nice. i don’t think myself so highly about my writing. this was just for fun.😭

not proofread, and my usual typing style is in all small caps. dunno why it’s just engraved in me. so apologies if it looks a lil wonky. 😓

y/n sat at her desk, she was so emerged into writing this new fan fiction for her secret follower. earlier she told her three roommates that she will be busy in her room doing some ‘reading’, and reading was she doing. “huh! bondage, gang bang, and knife play! kinky y/n” said satoru, his blue eyes boring into the laptop’s screen. It seemed he was right beside her, having a huge cocky grin.the sudden appearance made y/n jump, quickly shutting close the laptop her facial expression horrified.

“satoru!” , screamed y/n. her face turning into adeep red color, almost glowing as she stared at satoru. “how! huh!!” she quickly glanced over at the door then up at him. she was questioning how did he manage to sneak into her room without making any sort of noise. “woah woah! no need to scream. but hey, who knew our little roommate was a porno writer.” he said with a lousy grin. satoru lazily stretched closer to her face with a teasing smile. “aw~ don’t tell me you are actually into that?”, he purred making y/n face flush up. soon making y/n scoff and glare at him.

“leave satoru! before i call suguru to beat your ass!” y/n screamed. between satoru and suguru, suguru was always more gentle which always kept satoru in check. yet, y/n always had a sense that there was something hiding under that gentlemen act. “suguruuu.” y/n called out for him, making suguru sigh out loud. his heavy footsteps were heard walking towards her room, before peeking his head into the room. “satoru, leave y/n alone, wasn’t she going to catch up on some reading?” suguru asked, as his purple eyes boring into both of their eyes. satoru’s eyes widened as much as his smirked did also. “oh reading she was doing, our little roommate here. well let’s say she was reading some interesting thiiings” he said in a singsong voice.

satoru backed up from y/n as he chuckled, standing up fully making suguru raise his eyebrow confused at what his friend meant. “satoru, leave the girl alone.” he said crossing his arm over his broad chest and pinching the bridge of his nose. That’s where he heard the white hair man voice, “ahem!” he moved y/n away from the desk before opening the laptop, his eyes gleaming with mischief. y/n gasped and quickly stood up trying to get ahold of the laptop“satoru don’t you even dare!” she yelled heading first into the laptop, slamming head first into his large palm. far too late to take the laptop out of satoru’s sticky hands. he couldn’t help but chuckle opening the laptop before clearing his throat, “the guy dragged the knife across her inner thigh, making her cunt drenccch! in her juices!” satoru read in a mocking manner, making y/n just flare at him in embarrassment all while suguru briefly stared at satoru a bit sorry for y/n, but nonetheless he listened to satoru’s reading.

“wow! y/n..you are such a shitty writer.” satoru said with a yikes facial expression, soon laughing out loud. he glanced over at her noticing her hiding her face on her palms. “leave! both of you!” she screamed at them as she pushed them out. suguru was confused, “okay okay,i’m going. i wasn’t the one who started it!” he said trying to clear his name, before raising his hands up as if surrender. satoru chuckled whi b he also did the same with a lazy smile, “okay okay! we’ll leave, you little pervert.” soon both males walked out, as suguru eyed satoru. y/n knew they would definitely talk about this together later one.

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y/n sat at the couch on the living room, her eyes scanning her fanfic she was writing. she knew now was the safest to work on it, why? well toji took satoru and suguru to work out at the gym, meaning y/n had the whole house to herself. only for likes. few minutes, she’s been sitting there for about a whole hour or two. satoru’s words were running around in her mind, all while she nibbled on her nails, rereading her own fanfic like crazy. was it really that bad!? or was satoru teasing like he usually did!? oh she was going insane.

after about 20 more minutes, she heard the front door unlock. click! y/n sighed and slowly closed the door before looking up noticing toni first walk in. he smiled softly and waved at y/n, “we’re back.” he said with a low hum. right behind him, satoru and suguru walk in chatting about who knows what. toji quickly noticed the laptop, raising his eyebrow. “were you working on work? shit. my bad if we interrupted.” y/n was about to reply back “ah no, i was-” satoru soon chimed in, “oh! i bet she is writing that shitty porno!” he said with a lousy grin, making toji raise his eyebrow confused.

y/n glared at satoru, “i wasn’t! i was uhm..” she scanned the room trying to make up a lie, before hearing toji’s smooth voice, “porno writing? is that right sweetheart?” he said with a slight chuckled. This caught y/n off guard, her gaze looking away. “so what if i am! i have free will. don’t i?..” she mumbled a bit humiliated. “why don’t you read it to us? maybe we can help?” suguru hummed as he glanced at the computer then up at her with a soft smile. too nice..as if hiding something more..sinister..primal.

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y/n cunt was all fully stretched, with a dildo. her moans we’re loud, and gut wrenching. this was her third?..no fourth? climax..she didn’t know anymore all she knew was that she is overstimulated. she couldn’t even remember how this happened, one second she was reading the fan fiction to them, the second she is here all naked on all her four with a collar, and a dildo stuffed into her cunt.

she glanced up at toji, his thumb in her mouth, gently sucking on it giving him the most bedroom eyes she could possibly give him. all while having his pants down pumping his cock. he gently pressed his big angry tip with his free hand making him groan loudly, “fucck, sweetheart. you look so gorgeous just continue looking pretty.” he hummed with a smirked, his scarred lip twitching. satoru was whining and glaring at toji. “lemme try her throattt! please! i can’t handle this no more” he whined as he pump his own long slender cock, which was much different that toji’s. toji’s seemed heavy and thicker..an angry red color as his tip, that would absolutely demolish her. while satoru’s was long and slender, not thick but rather slender knowing it could reach all those sweet spots that make her see stars.

as the scene played suguru was sitting on the couch with his crossed legs, one leg over the other one. holding a pretty pink leash that connected to the collar that was around y/n’s neck. he stared and quietly watched, with a sinister smile. enjoying the view, he was fully clothed unlike satoru and toji. which they at least had some sort of clothes gone. he hummed and observed with a wary smile. “awe, guys stop arguing. look at our princess she seems..needy.” he said as he leaned over to her gently pushing the dildo deeper, making her groan and moan. “suguruuu..no more teasing..” she whined as her thighs shook due to the overstimulation.

in-between her thighs all she could feel is her own sticky mess, which drives her insane due to the vibratory deep inside her keeping her soaked. she soon slipped toji’s tip into her mouth, wanting to please him. her tongue slowly swirlekng around his tip, slowly taking him deeper into her mouth. she groaned lightly as she looked up at toji. satoru huffed angrily and got behind her, which his hand came in contact with her ass. he was growing jealous that toji was getting all the good things. y/n squealed and slipped the cock out of her mouth to give satoru a warning glare. “oh please, don’t look at me like that. i thought miss wannabe porno writter liked mean guys.” satoru purred.

satoru stared at her ass almost hypnotized as he slowly spread her ass, watching it recoil back. he groaned as he soon drifted down to her lips spreading them, before gently pressing his tip into her already stuffed cunt. “isn’t this what you were writing about. wasn’t it? double penetration wasn’t it?” he hummed. y/n couldn’t really answer back, as her mouth was being stuffed with toji’s cock. which he was wasting no time in setting a brutal pace. he groaned and huffed, as he cupped her chin with a smile. his hair already damped into his forehead, all messy. “look at her” toji groaned. suguru stared and hummed enjoying the scene, “why great job you two. keep going, our princess seems to be enjoying this. just look at her.” he purred.

satoru groaned before slipping his tip into her cunt, his cock getting embraced by her sweet velvet walls. he groaned loudly his eyes rolling back. “oh fuck..suguru..she feels soooooo fucking good.” he huffed out. he slowly started to pump his cock into her, still feeling the vibrator go right on top of his cock. which caused a weird sensation for him, he couldn’t understand it but it wasn’t bad. it made his mind was go blank in pleasure. he huffed and gently held her hips as he started to set a rather slow steady pace, enjoying her. y/n kept whimpering and moaning tears running down her cheeks, due to the overstimulation she was feeling. far too overwhelming for her in a good way. satoru rubbed his thumbs against her hips as he just whimpered. “fuck! she feels too good, i might actually just cum!” satoru groaned. making toji chuckle and glanced up at satoru. “fuck, if you’re about to c.. ngh- um..you wouldn’t have survived this throat.” he groaned as he also was close to climax.

suguru smiled and stared at them, humming softly, “awe, sweetheart. you’re such good girl! doing great.” suguru hummed straight to y/n. satoru and toji kept thrusting their cocks into her, soon releasing their load in her. toji slowly slid out, noticing y/n slowly swallowing the cum and rolling her tongue out to show toji she drank it all. while satoru groans and just cling onto her not wanting to move. “fuuuck.nah..you can’t move me from here. this feels far too goood!” he said.

suguru chuckled as he stared at satoru before turning her attention to y/n, “you did such a great job, baby girl.” he hummed leaning closer to y/n. he soon leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. y/n gave him a soft smile, while suguru stared into her eyes. “guess it’s my turn to teach you some stuff for that little fan-fiction, princess.”

[cursedfell]

happy birthday, blessing.

megumi  stands  frozen,  the  words  hanging  in  the  air  like  smoke  he  can’t  escape  from.  blessing.  it’s  his  name,  the  one  his  father  gave  him—a  name  he  never  asked  for.  never  wanted.  it’s  like  a  mark,  something  he  can’t  wash  off,  something  that  follows  him  like  a  shadow  he  can’t  outrun.  he  feels  something  twist  in  his  chest—an  ache,  a  flicker  of  warmth,  and  a  distant  yearning  that  he’s  never  let  himself  acknowledge.  blessing.  he  doesn’t  know  if  it’s  a  cruel  joke  or  a  genuine  sentiment.  the  truth  of  it  is  somewhere  in  between,  and  megumi  doesn’t  know  if  he’s  ready  to  face  it.

he  doesn’t  want  to  feel  it.  doesn't  want  to  feel  anything  in  response  to  toji.  after  all,  what’s  there  to  feel?  his  father  was  never  there,  never  stayed  long  enough  to  teach  him  what  it  meant  to  be  loved,  what  it  meant  to  be  his  son.  megumi  can  still  hear  the  silence  after  toji’s  footsteps,  still  remember  the  way  he  left,  disappearing  into  the  world  like  it  didn’t  matter  that  he’d  torn  a  hole  in  megumi’s  chest  when  he  did.  blessing...  it’s  a  cruel  thing,  isn’t  it?  to  say  something  that  sounds  like  it  should  mean  something  good,  something  whole,  but  really,  it’s  just  a  reminder  of  everything  megumi’s  father  didn’t  do,  everything  he  couldn’t  be.  it’s  a  hollow  thing  that  doesn’t  belong  to  him,  not  really.

but  there’s  something  else  too.  something  fragile,  buried  deep,  like  a  sliver  of  hope  trying  to  press  through  the  cracks.  megumi  hates  it.  hates  the  way  his  chest  aches  with  it.  a  part  of  him—just  a  small  part,  a  part  he  doesn’t  even  want  to  acknowledge—wants  to  be  seen  by  toji.  wants  to  be  loved,  wants  to  believe  that  maybe,  just  maybe,  there’s  something  there  beneath  all  the  years  of  abandonment  and  distance.  but  he  can’t  admit  it,  not  even  to  himself.  the  words  happy  birthday,  blessing  linger,  and  megumi  swallows  hard.  they  make  him  want  to  run,  to  bury  himself  in  the  silence  of  his  thoughts.  his  hands  are  shaking,  his  fists  clenched  so  tight  he  feels  his  nails  digging  into  his  palms.  the  feeling  swells  inside  him,  a  storm  of  confusion  and  bitterness  and  something  too  soft—something  too  painful  to  let  himself  feel.

toji  stands  before  him,  a  figure  from  his  past  who’s  never  quite  been  father,  never  quite  been  anything.  the  years  between  them  are  filled  with  ghosts—memories  too  painful  to  examine,  too  raw  to  touch.  megumi  has  spent  his  life  hiding  behind  walls,  behind  armor,  convinced  that  distance  was  the  answer.  but  now,  here,  in  the  quiet  weight  of  this  moment,  he  feels  exposed.  the  silence  stretches,  thick  and  suffocating.  megumi's  fingers  curl  into  his  palms,  and  he’s  suddenly  aware  of  the  beating  of  his  heart,  rapid  and  chaotic,  in  a  way  he’s  never  felt  before.  there’s  something  inside  him  that  screams  to  say  more,  to  demand  an  answer,  to  ask  why,  why  he’s  here  now,  offering  something  as  fragile  as  a  birthday  wish.

but  he  doesn’t  ask.  he  can’t.  his  words  are  stuck,  caught  in  his  throat,  tangled  in  the  mess  of  his  feelings.  he  wants  to  reach  for  something,  some  thread  of  connection,  but  it’s  too  elusive.  his  chest  feels  tight,  like  he  can’t  breathe  properly,  like  the  weight  of  his  father’s  presence  is  too  much  for  him  to  bear.

blessing.  he’s  never  been  able  to  decide  if  he  feels  cursed  by  his  father  or  if  it’s  something  he’s  always  secretly  craved—this  small,  fleeting  acknowledgment.

“thanks,”  when  he  speaks,  it's  soft  and  hollow,  barely  a  whisper  between  them.  it  feels  almost  like  a  lie,  like  a  thin  veneer  to  cover  the  trembling  of  his  heart.  his  voice  cracks  slightly,  and  he  hates  it.  hates  the  vulnerability  that  spills  out,  the  way  his  emotions  betray  him.  the  sting  of  it.  the  longing.  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  with  it.  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  with  blessing.  it’s  there,  hanging  between  them  like  a  thread,  fragile  and  delicate,  and  megumi  can’t  look  away.  his  body  betrays  him  before  his  mind  can  catch  up.  before  he  can  stop  it,  his  feet  move,  the  distance  between  him  and  toji  shrinking  in  a  way  that  feels  almost  impossible.  it’s  instinct,  a  brief,  rare  moment  of  allowing  himself  this.  this  thing  he’s  never  let  himself  want.

without  thinking,  he  leans  in—just  slightly,  his  forehead  pressing  gently  against  toji’s  chest.  it’s  not  a  hug.  it’s  not  anything  grand.  but  it’s  enough.  enough  to  feel  the  steady  rhythm  of  his  father’s  heartbeat,  enough  to  feel  the  warmth  of  him,  even  if  it  doesn’t  last  long.  the  sound  of  it,  the  solidness  of  his  presence,  fills  the  space  between  them.  he  allows  himself  this  one  thing,  this  moment.  it’s  a  quiet  surrender,  a  moment  of  tenderness  he’s  never  known  how  to  ask  for.  he  doesn’t  look  up,  doesn’t  meet  toji’s  gaze.  he  doesn’t  need  to.  he’s  not  asking  for  anything  more  than  this.  just  the  weight  of  his  father’s  chest,  the  small  brush  of  affection  that  he’s  never  been  able  to  give,  never  been  able  to  receive.

it’s  brief,  fleeting.  a  touch  that  feels  like  it  could  vanish  just  as  quickly  as  it  came.  but  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  time,  megumi  allows  himself  to  feel  it.  just  this  once.  then,  as  quickly  as  it  came,  he  pulls  away.  the  moment  breaks,  and  the  walls  go  back  up,  locking  away  everything  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  hold.  his  hand  brushes  the  back  of  his  neck,  and  he  steps  back,  swallowing  the  strange  lump  in  his  throat.

“gojo  is  going  to  be  bringing  cake  by.”  a  pause.  “…you're  welcome  to  have  some,  if  you  stay.”

[kannra21]

"Naoya is a misogynistic shit that deserved everything that happened to him" and "Naoya is hot" are two thoughts that can coexist. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ange1princess]

✧ Itadori, megumi and sukuna, I'll write nanami, gojo and toji in the next one of you guys like this

Summary❕Saying I wish I didn't love you to them during a fight

CW❕None, just all angst no comfort

❕ITADORI

- It had been a long night, it was rare for the two of you to fight, especially this intensely, but all your building emotions come crashing down when he comes back home late from another mission. You'd been worried sick that he was hurt, or had met a worse fate.

- It seemed to be the last straw that broke the camels back as you couldn't help but cry, and instead of comforting you, yuuji couldn't hold back either, harsh words being thrown at you as the ache in his body grew louder, as the adrenaline slipped away.

- "I'm trying! Can't you see I'm fucking trying and doing everything I can," his voice wavered as he let out an unconvincing cough to hide the crack in his voice. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep, he'd been so busy these days, it seemed like he cared neither for you not for himself.

- "You know I mean the best for you, I want the best for you, I'm trying too, but it seems like it's never enough, some days I wish I didn't love you at all," it came out in a hushed whisper, you didn't mean for him to hear it, but in the silence of your four walls, the sound of almost everything seemed to be amplified.

- Yuuji was speechless, all the anger from his body seemed to drain, leaving behind only traces of fatigue. "I... Didn't know that's how you felt," was all he could muster up before turning towards the door.

- "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, you know I didn't," you tried pleading with him to which he gave a tired smile, "It's okay even if you did, it just means you're still trying, maybe even more than I am... I just need to be alone for a while," he said, he looked you in the eye for the first time since the start of your fight.

- You understand, and the guilt that claws at the pit of your stomach makes you choke on a sob as you see him leave. You know he'll come back, he knows you didn't mean it, he has to.

- So you did what you've been doing for nights now, you go back to an empty bed, missing your beloveds warmth as it feels colder than ever tonight.

❕MEGUMI

- The fight had been going on for hours at this point. Your voice came out hoarse as you tried again to put forth what you're trying to say, he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to risk his life every day, he doesn't have to feel indebted, he doesn't have to leave you alone constantly, protecting everyone but himself.

- "Do you hear yourself? You're being selfish and you know it, you know why I do this, you know I have to." He seems worn out from the long fight too, but the cutting edge of his words push you over the edge.

- "No do YOU hear YOURSELF, you think it's selfish? You think I'm being selfish by thinking about your well-being? How do you think it feels everyday you leave not knowing if you'll come back?" You've been trying to reason with him for so long but his stubborn nature is making him stand his ground the more you try to push him.

- "You and your fucking nagging, some days I wish I didn't love you at all," his head was in his hands as he was hunched over on the couch, contempt laced his words, or so you felt when they reached you. It took you a second to process them, but as soon as you did, you feel something break in you.

- The both of your eyes widen simultaneously, he looks up, he'd about to walk towards you, but you stop him, a hand raised as you back away. "Fuck I'm so sorry, that's not what I meant, I just- I, fuck please look at me," his voice has an urgency it hasn't had since the time he asked you to go out with him. That was years ago.

- "I... I think I'll go over to Nobaras for tonight," is all you can say as you go to your room to get yourself a small bag for the night. You can hear his footsteps follow you in, but they're hesitant, stopping, pacing, speeding up, slowing down, just trying to gauge your reaction, but you don't give him any, feeling nothing at all.

- Deep down you know they're empty words, spit at you through the layers of anger and exhaustion that take away any meaning that could've been behind them, but that didn't make it hurt less. Hearing the man who oftentimes expressed his love and appreciation for you, showing his gratitude towards your relationship, towards your patience with him, no matter what, you never thought he'd ever think of loving you any less, even if it wasn't romantic.

❕SUKUNA

- Fights were frequent between the two of you, but usually it was over something pretty, or one of you trying to rile the other up till it leads to angry sex, but not today, today you were sick and tired of his constant need to control you and everything you do.

- "Somedays I wish I never loved you!" The words were loud and harsh, and as they left your mouth, Sukuna wasn't shaken, instead retorting, "At this point, I wish I never loved you EVERYDAY!" The two of you are seething with anger, as you see his jaw clench as your fingers leave light crescents on the pads of your palm.

- "Then why are you still here? Leave whenever you want," you didn't mean that, you liked having him around, maybe it wasn't the perfect or healthiest relationship, but then is any relationship the same? The two of you can grow together, and you want that, but you're so tired... and he can be so greedy, for you, your time, your energy... your devotion.

- "Is that what you want? What you really want?" He didn't even sound hurt when the words were uttered, it wasn't agony, it was fatigue. It was the weight of all the things he'd done and said, and all of the ones he hadn't that were wearing him out. He didn't want you to mean it, but he left regardless, to give you space.

- That night you were the one spamming him with texts and calls, asking him to come back as you fell asleep with no energy to even cry, the light of the phone shining even as your eyes shut close.

[urlkssknt]

last piece (9)

pairing - nanami kento x gojou!fem!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, 6.7k

warnings quite a few so pls do check the tags!

a/n - im so sorry for how late this chapter is!!! ive been doing more hours at work and trying to revise for my exams 

masterlist

now playing - exile, taylor swift ft bon ivor

Today was a miracle, a date to be remembered for lifetimes to come. Finally Toji wanted to see Megumi, willingly, without you having to shout and beg at him. He texted you first thing in the morning, asking if he could spend the day with the boy. No part of you was worried, for once in the past couple of days you had finally felt a little ease. It was nice that Toji wanted to spend more time with Megumi even if you approve of Toji’s partner, you’d rather eat fifty needles than to see Momo’s face again. The peace was short-filled when you were met with Megumi’s sour frown at the change of plans. He had only made that face once in his five years of life. Weirdly, his frown looked almost identical to Toji’s, you had to take a moment to realise that it was Megumi standing in front of you and not his brooding father.

“But I want to go home,” the Toji lookalike grumbled as you fixed his unkept hair to be neat and tidy, managing the untamed ink strands as best as you could. For some odd reasons, his hair wouldn’t stay down no matter how hard you tried.

You should have anticipated this. Megumi had never spent so many days without seeing Yuuji and Sukuna after school, now it was beginning to become bothersome. Of course the group saw each other in school every single day but it wasn’t the same as going around each other's houses and playing in the comforts of their own rooms. You always had a reason for him to not go over to Nanami’s house whether it being that Satoru was coming over or that you were taking him out. The little boy began to miss the tall blond too. Megumi wanted to see his dad. It wasn’t fair!

“Your dad misses you, he wants to spend time with you ‘Gumi.”

“But mummy please!” The boy begged again with a loud whine in his words, small footsteps followed behind you as you walked into your bedroom to retrieve a new pair of heels to wear for the day, ignoring the high pitched sounds.

You lifted the box into your lap, pausing yourself for a second to plead with the child once more. Holding his face, you made Megumi face you directly so he could see the fake serious demeanour you put on so he knew you meant business. “It’s just for today, then I’ll do whatever you ask.”

At the sound of that, Megumi was more than willing to comply. Maybe things will go his way after all.

The rest of the day is quiet after you drop Megumi off at school, successfully managing to ignore Nanami once again, you are becoming increasingly good at it. You only had one meeting for the day, with the Kamo group to hopefully get them on board and finalise the contract. It was a lot harder than you expected for Choso to come around and find common terms to agree on, not that you predicted anything less from your friend.There were so many different things occurring it was too hard to keep a track on every little detail. Your main focus of the day was the meeting with the Kamo’s, you desperately needed it to go well otherwise all the stress would have amounted to nothing. Recently, you found a new form of therapy that calms your mind - retail therapy. Nothing could go wrong when you were expecting another package of designer heels. To be honest you knew it was silly and reckless but there was something about buying such a beautiful item which made your newly broken heart seem whole again. It worked when you bought yourself the new Jimmy Choso heels you had seen a celebrity wear on a red carpet, imagining yourself in them, all dressed gorgeously. There was a dress collecting dust in your closet, from never being worn, that was practically made for the glossy white stilettos; a match made in heaven. You planned to wear the dress to an upcoming date but now it looks like the dress would be left untouched for another few years, unless your friends wanted to invite you out, which you doubt would happen with their own hectic lives. You’d just have to settle for putting on a fashion show for Megumi, the only fashion critic you trusted.

As with any new shoes, the heels began to become troublesome half way through the work day, you no longer felt like a model who had just come off the runway but like a class-A clown. A sharp shooting pain ran up through your right foot and into your leg, it felt like you were walking on glass. You chose to ignore it and smile through the pain, which worked for another hour, somehow you magicked up the ability to block out the pain completely.

“Oh Miss Gojou you’re bleeding!” Cindy, one of the international transfers, said with worry as she held your arm to stop you from walking further. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You look down to your feet and see that you in fact are bleeding, from multiple places on your foot actually. Some of your blood had even begun staining your brand new heels, taking the nude interior to a deep maroon. It was as if seeing the actual pain made it hurt ten times more, you didn’t exactly have the opportunity to take off the shoes and walk around barefoot, especially not when you had to meet the Kamo group in less than a minute. You decided to just bear the pain, when you get back into your office then you can take them off and relax, that’s what you would do.

“I’ll be fine, they’re probably just really bad blisters,” you give the troubled worker a simple smile, hoping it would ease the tightness in her dark brows. Cindy feels sceptical when you wave at her one last time before making your way to the board room.

Thankfully no one else picked up on the very noticeable red droplets forming along the line where the harsh material of the shoe met your foot. This would only happen to you and no one else, maybe it was your karma? Have you done something bad recently? You didn’t have time to think about the pain you were in when Choso said he’d sign the contract, you could’ve jumped for joy. The hard work paid off in the end. When you returned back to your office, trying your hardest to not grin from happiness after the successful meeting, you let out a squeal once the door closed behind you. The silence of the room hits you then it dawns upon you how embarrassing you would have looked to an onlooker. You cough dryly as heat burns your cheeks. Whilst taking small steps to your desk you notice an unfamiliar item sitting on top of the pile of paperwork. A small white box with a picture of plasters on the front. That wasn’t there earlier and you don’t remember buying any plasters recently.

How odd.

Gently, you dabbed at the open cuts all around the perimeter of your feet with an antiseptic wipe, no matter how careful you were or how small the blister was, it hurt like hell. At least, once you let yourself rest and placed the plasters accordingly, you felt a little better. Looking at the soiled pair of shoes made you sad, you couldn’t even have pretty things without somehow ruining them. The solemn atmosphere breaks when your phone begins ringing, hard vibrations buzzing into the desk. You didn’t think much about Toji calling you, maybe to ask something about Megumi, you silently prayed that the boy was behaving well, not that you would worry normally, your baby was an angel.

“Hi Toji, what’s up?” You answered the call with a normal tone.

“Come to the hospital, it’s urgent!” The unexpected worry in Toji’s voice felt alien to you, he had only ever used that tone of voice once, when you were in the hospital.

Quickly, you sat up in your chair as a cloudy look casted over your eyes, your bottom lip trembled slightly out of fear. “What happened?” Your voice was low, too afraid to speak any louder as thoughts about your song ran frantically around your mind.

“I-I didn’t know,” Toji couldn’t find the right choice of words to speak to you, not when his own mind was filled with anxiety about his son. “He,” Toji took a deep breath to stop the shaking in his voice, “he couldn’t breathe”

Without another thought, you rushed out of your office in a frantic state, startling the employees who passed you as you began to make a run for your car whilst being barefoot. At the moment you couldn’t care, all you could think about was your baby, your sweet precious Megumi.

At the emergency room, the hospital staff were more nervous than you, your erratic behaviour caught the poor nurse off guard. If it wasn’t for Toji recognising your stern voice, the woman would have cried on the spot if you scowled her abilities any longer. The large man whispered a quick apology as he had to practically drag you away from the desk to where he was before.

“Just calm down,” Toji says as you struggled against his tight grip, you cursed his strength. Why did he have to be so strong? It was all futile. Within a few more seconds, you stopped clawing at the hand around your waist and calmed down.

“Tell me what’s happening,” you snapped and took a seat on the nearby bench, the worry began to start eating at your thoughts and stomach at all the endless possibilities of what could have landed Megumi into the hospital.

Toji sat next to you, shoulders dropping as he sighs deeply. The father wasn’t even sure what happened himself. He had left the room for less than a minute. It was so scary. The sight of his own son gasping for air was an image that would haunt Toji.

“The paramedic said it was an anaphylactic shock.”

“You fed him nuts?” The shrill of your scream caused Toji to wince, this was the least he was expecting from you in terms of anger. There would be more to come, Toji was sure of that.

Before you could chew the stupid man out for being so reckless and, essentially, endangering your child’s life, a woman approached the two of you with a clipboard in hand. The doctor called out Toji’s name, gaining both of your attention. The pair of you scrambled onto your feet from sitting on the bench, still in a state of shock, making the two of you act so clumsily.

“Megumi is okay,” a breath of relief is released at the sound of good news like being pulled to shore from almost drowning in the sea.

You gripped onto Toji’s arm as the doctor carried on talking, the tightness of your grip increasing as she continued to talk. Everything she had said went in through one ear and out the other, your brain couldn’t focus on the crucial words coming out of her mouth. You just wanted the doctor to say that you could see Megumi. When she does, you practically sprint to the room, not waiting behind to hear another word.

“If you had brought him even a second later,” the doctor waited till you had left before speaking, she had met many mothers like you, thinking only about the safety of your child. The doctor knew if she were to say the information in front of you, she might have been on the receiving end of your grip. “There would have been different consequences.”

Time moved a little slower for Toji as if the speed of everything became delayed. His body moved on its own, somehow managing to find the room Megumi was residing in. What the doctor had told him would be something the man would take to his grave, you could never find out about it otherwise Toji might never get the chance to see his little boy again. Whilst Toji sat in silence in one of the chairs, you kneeled on the hard cold floor beside Megumi’s bed, caressing the side of his face that wasn’t covered by the oxygen mask that you could reach and touch.

It was a while before another healthcare professional came in, checking up on the little boy again. Toji wanted to reach out and console you, this must’ve been as hard for you as it was for him. Seeing Megumi in the hospital bed was another image Toji couldn’t possibly imagine. His son was a happy child who received endless amounts of love from family who could love him like he deserved. Toji wasn’t sure if he deserved to love his son, there were so many instances when he wanted to leave his job and just run back to you, begging on his knees for forgiveness. Toji would do anything to just spend even a minute with the two of you where you were a real family.

“Looks like the champ is awake!” The student nurse smiled over at you when she noticed the blue eyes looking up at her with curiosity. This wasn’t his dad’s house, Megumi began to think when the lights were a little too harsh and the room was too chilly. The nurse and doctor consolidated with each other before discussing with you about an overnight stay, just to monitor Megumi’s blood pressure.

You couldn’t help but thank the doctor and nurse a hundred times over, making a mental note of their names so they could receive a gift for their hard work, without them you might have been feeling a harsher degree of emotions. Fortunately for you, a heavy weight felt as if it had been lifted up from your body, making you feel much lighter. The ease didn’t stop the sudden clinginess you felt, against Megumi’s protest, you climbed into the bed and led beside him, showering the boy with kisses all over his face. Megumi would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy them.

Your fingers ran through Megumi’s dark ink strands as you led in the hospital bed beside him. The boy was watching a silly cartoon on your phone since there was nothing else for him to do, he would giggle every so often from something the characters would do.

“Mama, I'm hungry,” Megumi says whilst looking up at you. It takes you a moment to come back into the moment and realise what he’s asking from you.

With a small nod of your head, you give your son a tight lipped smile as you lift yourself up from the bed sluggishly. Part of yourself was filled with paranoia and too afraid of getting him food in case it would give him an allergic reaction again, when you knew the chances of that were very slim. You couldn’t help the afraid feeling sitting deep in your stomach like a sunken heavy weight. The floor was cold under your bare feet as you began to make your journey out of the secluded room, your mind was far too preoccupied to even remember to cover your feet with the heels that dig into your skin sharply. You could feel your whole body shake with anxiety between every small step, the ground looked like it was uneven to you, nor could your eyes completely focus under the harsh white light.

It was all too much for you to deal with.

Toji was worried about you. The way you stumbled out of the room alarmed him, the plasters on your feet only heightened this. It was clear that you weren’t of sound mind at the moment so he decided to follow behind you in case something happened to you, after telling Megumi that he would go help you with trying to find a place to get some food from.

“Y/N,” Toji called out. The hospital was quiet since you requested Megumi be moved to a different suite, and it was beginning to become late in the night when most people would be at home sleeping. “Y/N,” Toji says more clearly this time with a determined voice as he holds your upper arm once he caught up with you.

“Are you alright?” He asks calmly, hoping you would be able to give him some kind of response so that he knew you were okay. A blank expression covered your face, making it impossible to read you. Before Toji could say another thing, you were on the hard floor beneath you from your legs no longer being able to hold your weight up.

Droplets of tears escape from your eyes as you hang your head low and into your chin, trying to shorten the spectacle you were making of yourself. Toji fell to his own knees after you as soon as his eyes caught the tears rolling down your face, arms wrapping around your frame to bring you into his embrace. The air wouldn’t reach your lungs as you sobbed in Toji’s arms, just like that day in the hospital years ago when he had to break the devastating news to you about your miscarriage. It broke him as much as it tore your soul apart. All you could think about was the fear of losing Megumi like your first baby - from your own negligence. He never would’ve been in that stupid hospital bed if you had just listened to his requests of staying with you. If only you had listened. The guilt was killing you from the inside like a poison that was taking over your body, rendering you useless. You were an unfit mother. You lost your first child and now you nearly lost your only son. What could be next? Your brother, your grandfather? No one else was to blame other than you - again.

You had never healed from the trauma of losing your baby as it plagued your thoughts for years on end, always lingering in the back of your mind to crawl in at the darkest hours of the night to haunt you. The soul-wrenching words of the doctor assigned to you informing you and Toji of the things to be wary about after your miscarriage were engraved in your mind. Hospitals haven’t been the same since. You always felt on edge ever since the accident, the plain white walls would never be able to have a calming effect on you, they always appeared to be narrowing slowly to trap you. The sharp smell of disinfectant made you dizzy to the point of nausea.

“I can’t lose him too, Toji, I can’t.” Your heart clambered in your chest as all you could feel in the moment was immense amounts of guilt and self-hatred. The shock was catching up with your body, wreaking through every bit of your body to the point you couldn’t feel anything in your limbs apart from a numb sensation.

“He’s okay, princess,” the male muttered lowly against your head but loud enough for you to hear over your cries. “We’re okay.” Toji tried his best to reassure your anxiety and hopefully be able to calm you down from the sudden panicking episode. “We’re all o-okay.” Maybe if Toji says it enough times and speaks it into existence, his statement will be true. The truth was Toji wasn’t okay, nor were you. There was a never-healing scar placed on both of your hearts, linking the pair of you together because no one else understood the emptiness that lingers in your soul at random parts of the day, reminding you that you were missing something that you never had but could have. The pair of you could have been tending to two children instead of one. It was an unspoken presence that was never addressed, left towards the side to collect dust. Toji would be lying if he said he didn’t think about your unborn child, most days he pondered over a life with you and his two children when his head meets the softness of the pillow beneath his head and he couldn’t sleep. Nowadays it was the only way to drift off to sleep for Toji, to replay different scenarios of himself in what used to be your home.

Toji held onto you as tightly as he could manage, pressing himself against you till there was no room between the two of you. There might never be another chance for the dark haired man to comfort you again. In those few moments, Toji felt at peace to hold you in close proximity, even if there were fresh hot tears trailing down his face silently. He was scared too. What would’ve happened if he found Megumi a few minutes later? Toji couldn’t imagine the thought without his stomach churning in disgust.

“Just leave everything to me, we’ll be okay.”

There wasn’t a single thing Satoru wouldn’t do to protect his family from the slightest and smallest threat of danger. If the situation required him to, Gojou would murder multiple souls for his family. Those were the lengths the determined CEO was willing to go to. No one would be able to hurt his loved ones without facing the consequences of his wrath. Toji had been saved by your persistent begging once but now it was a different story, especially since Megumi was involved. The sweet innocent boy deserved more than a father who put his life in danger, whether it was an accident or not, Satoru didn’t care, he knew he had to do absolutely anything to protect you and his nephew. Even if it could jeopardise his relationship with you. What Satoru planned to do was evil, to an extent. Some might agree his actions were justified with the reasoning of your safety but he could practically hear your arguments ringing in his ears. The dull nerves bubbling in the pit of his stomach was a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to, nothing scared him as much as the thought of losing you, his favourite person in the world. Satoru would argue that it is because of his endless love for you that he had chosen his actions.

Quietly, the tall man comes into your home using the spare key you gave him years ago for ‘emergencies,’ he was expecting to be met with loud shouts as soon as he steps one foot into your apartment but the silver haired man found himself to be in a state of shock when you gave him a small pure smile. Maybe he was still dreaming, Satoru thought, or maybe someone had replaced you with a clone that had an inclination to be nice. He wished that were the case.

You were in the kitchen when Satoru greets you, even from a far distance the male could make out the dark circles under your eyes. Of course you struggled to sleep. Satoru knew how anxious hospitals made you. Guilt begins to cloud his thoughts as he reminds himself of the main reason for his visit. Would this make things worse for you? Satoru never wanted to be a burden to you, he saw the detrimental effects of being labelled as the ‘perfect son’ had on you and your self esteem. Then he recollected his thoughts once more. It was better to have your safety guaranteed than for another accident to happen.

The older man takes a breath before speaking to calm down the buzzing nerves, silencing them with an exhale. “We need to talk about Toji.” Watching you with sharp eyes, he noticed the gloomy shift in your eyes at the mention of your ex-husband. “I’m filing that restraining order.”

“What?” If you were holding anything in your hand, it would’ve slipped from your grasp as the heat from your body vanished, and your blood ran cold. The colour in your face disappeared as you stared at your brother with disbelief and horror. You knew of Satoru’s hatred towards Toji but you didn’t realise the scale of it.

Moving closer to you, Satoru holds out his phone with a video playing, it looked like footage from a security camera. The video showed Toji ruffling Megumi’s hair before leaving him in the living room, the little boy sat on the sofa diligently before being approached by Momo. There was no sound on the video so you couldn’t make out what she was saying to him. Momo hands Megumi a small sweet to eat, the distance of the camera was far enough to not capture the label of the food item but Megumi eats it and Momo moves away and out of the frame quickly. Within a matter of seconds the boy is scratching at his throat and Toji is running in, rushing to his son’s side and analysing his features, probably because he noticed Megumi’s scratches. Satoru ends the clip there and takes the phone out of your hand, pocketing it away in his jacket.

The same consistent buzz returns but now Satoru felt it throughout his whole body, not a single bone wasn’t shaking with worry, it was enough to make him feel like throwing up. Satoru was sure of the rightness of his actions, after watching that horrid video on repeat for hours in the early morning, he hadn’t been so sure of anything before in his life. From what he could tell, Satoru assumed you were in shock, you had become scarily still and your gaze fixed on the floor in a dissociative manner, as if you couldn’t trust what your eyes had witnessed.

“I don’t care if you say ‘no’ Y/N,” the eldest Gojou states in a hard tone, immediately snapping you out of the mindless trance you were in.

You couldn’t shake off the horror you felt but the rational side of your mind, that was still somehow working, acted quick, trying to think of the best thing to do to stop your brother. Deep down you knew you would never be able to change Satoru’s stubborn mind, once his mind was set on something he must have it, there was no other possibility. “I-I can’t do that to h-him. P-please don’t,” you dropped down onto your knees to beg, grasping onto one of Satoru’s hands between your own as your mind couldn’t think about what else to do in the moment, squeezing it as tightly as you could manage, hoping your brother would change his mind. “It was an a-accident, he d-didn’t mean t-to.”

“You lost your first child because of an accident he caused,” Satoru reminded you coldly, he didn’t bother looking at you as he spoke coldly but he could clearly envision the look of affliction, the freshness of the hot tears running down your face, “you could’ve lost Megumi.”

“Please!” You pleaded again with a cry wracking through your whole body, “don’t d-do this.”

“One day…” Satoru still didn’t look at you, the most embarrassing state a Gojou could be in, on their knees begging with everything in themselves, you should be ashamed of yourself, Satoru thought maliciously. Using his free hand, Satoru frees himself from your aching grip and leaves you to cry in the kitchen, after saying, “Y/N, you’ll thank me.”

Abruptly, your sleep was disturbed as your tired body jolted awake in response to the constant sounds of banging against the wood of the door to your apartment. Your heart was racing as the anticipation for another sequence of banging to continue. The sudden stop of the harsh sound didn’t bring you any ease as you sat up in your bed. You considered the possibility of your mind playing tricks on you and there was no one even at the door. Before making a move to slip back into the comfort of your sheets and try to let sleep take over, your phone screen lights up brightly on your bedside table and buzzes rhythmically to the fast-paced melodic ringtone you set. It took a second for your eyes to adjust to the sudden illumination but from the photo set for the contact you could see that it was Toji calling you, at two in the morning. Without even thinking, you pick up his call, later you would blame your groggy state for doing such an action when you knew nothing good would come from answering your ex-husband’s phone call in the early hours of the day when most people would be sleeping. Somehow you possessed the capability of being able to ignore the voice in your head telling you to turn the phone off and remind yourself of the pain you would cause to the other man. You didn’t deserve a nice conversation with Toji, not when your brother planned to snatch his son away from him.

“Hey princess,” you hear Toji say whilst picking up on the slight slurring of his words, you knew he was drunk from the slow way he spoke and the low tone. “Could you open the door for me?”

A realisation that it was Toji who had been banging on your door a few minutes earlier dawns upon you. As quietly as possible, you try to get out of your bed without disrupting Megumi’s sleep, thankfully the little boy was a heavy sleeper and could manage to sleep through anything. Your steps to the door are light and quick, successfully navigating yourself around the pitch black apartment, the only source of low light being the dim glow of the moon shining from one of the windows with undrawn curtains. You stop before the door. The only thing separating Toji from you. Your eyes fixated upon the object, imagining how the dark haired male would look on the other side. His shirt was probably untucked and his hair must have been a mess from the way he would constantly run his fingers through the strands.

“It’s late Toji, you should go home-“ you whisper into your phone in the quietest tone you could manage, hoping that your voice was distinct enough to be heard through the phone.

“I miss you so much,” Toji exhales as he presses his forehead to the solid door, the feeling in his legs slowly begins to cease, no longer being able to hold himself up from complete exhaustion. The hard alcoholic drinks became his best friend earlier in the day but now they were a foe, slowing his thoughts and mobility. “Can’t you love me again?” Toji asks honestly, a lump formed in his throat when he heard the sharp intake of breath from your side of the phone. It hurt. He never understood why you couldn’t come back to him again, you had loved him once before, you could love him again. Right? He was still the same person from before, the same brutish man you would smile at with a bright grin he loved with his whole existence. “All… all I think about is you.” It was the truth, even if you would never believe him, Toji knew that the only person he could ever love would be you, he had opened his heart up to you in ways he can’t with others. The tears welled up in the male’s eyes as he closed them, trying to picture your smile, even in an intoxicated state, Toji’s mind was still able to remember you perfectly. “I feel like dying, it hurts so fucking much princess.”

Your legs were shaking like a leaf, you sat yourself on the cold floor, back pressed up against the door as you listened and processed every word that Toji spoke. The cogs in your brain turned slowly as you tried to hold yourself back from opening the door to the very man who was no longer allowed to be so close to you. The pain in his voice was evident and enough for you to succumb. “You can’t be here,” is the only thing you manage to say amongst the million other thoughts rushing across your mind. No matter how much Toji hurt you, you would never be able to hurt him back, not because you were a good person but because Toji meant too much to you, even now after all the years the pair of you had spent apart, that it was scary. You loved him once with your whole existence. It was hard to ignore that fact.

“Open the door,” all of a sudden, the tone of his voice becomes more sinister as a silence develops, you were afraid of saying something you didn’t mean. “I said,” the doorknob above you begins to rattle and shake in its place harshly from Toji’s futile attempt, “open the fucking door, Y/N!”

A small scream escapes from you in fear when a loud vigorous blow is struck to the object you were lent on. Immediately, you bring your hand to cover your mouth in order to muffle anything else so Megumi wouldn’t wake up. You were praying that the commotion doesn’t stir him awake.

“How could you?” The anger was still present in his loud voice, you could hear him from the other side of the door as clear as day, the call didn’t need to continue. “A fucking restraining order?!” Another punch is thrown against the pitiful door out of pure rage.

Quietly, you sob into your hand, the sound of Toji’s pained voice struck something within you. It was because of you that he would never be able to see his son again. You were the cause of the pain. The very thing you never wanted to do to Toji, you ended up doing in the end.

“Open the fucking door, you bitch!”

Just as Toji’s reddened fist was about to collide with your door again, a tight grip catches his arm in the action, never making contact with it. Toji could only see red when he turned his view, ready to unleash his frustration on the person physically holding him back, only to be met with the face of the man he hated most. Nanami.

“Leave or I will call security,” Nanami states in a low, cold tone. The tiredness on his face, probably from being awaking at the commotion occurring outside his home, didn’t undermine the serious demeanour of the blond.

Toji scoffs with annoyance as he chooses to ignore Nanami and shrugs his tight grip off of Toji’s arm. Why did you get a happy ending when his heart felt like it was being torn apart in so many different directions? It wasn’t fair. Why him? Why Nanami? Couldn’t Choso suffice? It just had to be the man who lived across the hall, who was in your grandfather’s good graces.

“I will never forgive you,” Toji directs his anger back towards you, his voice booming through the medium between the two of you, scratching against the back of his throat painfully. He made sure to project his voice to get his message across, to release all the anger of the day. Out of everyone in the world, Toji never expected you to betray him, it didn’t feel real. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe the alcohol he drank after seeing the papers delivered to his home was a manifestation of his guilt. But the sound of your trembling voice woke the dark haired male, it sobered him up within an instant. It was all real and fucked up. Toji would never forgive you for the sharp knife you stabbed into his back.

You sit by the door and sob till your eyes could no longer produce anymore tears to dampen your face. Time slows down at an unbearable rate as you couldn’t find the strength to move, your body frozen still against the door like ice. In your mind, you tried telling yourself that it wasn’t entirely your fault, the situation was too complex for it to be blamed on a singular person. However at the end of the day, it was your name signed on the end of paper, stating Toji could no longer be in the same room as you and Megumi anymore, not anyone else’s. So it was your fault, as you told yourself.

“Mama?” Megumi felt disoriented when he woke up to the sound of crying. The darkness of your home made him scared with every step he took in his journey to find you. “A-are you okay?” Megumi stops in his tracks and lets out a gasp at the sight of you sobbing heavily. He had never seen you cry so hard before, only ever a tear or two at a sad animated movie. Megumi ran as fast as his small legs would let him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again with more worry as you wouldn’t even lift your head for Megumi to look at you. A tightness in his chest began to constrict with every passing second as you continued to cry into your knees. The little boy took your phone out of your hands and typed in the four numbered passcode before quickly dialling his uncle’s number. Megumi was scared, this wasn’t like you, you would never cry in front of him. The phone rings and rings before Megumi presses the red circle and just waits. He waits patiently for you to finally look at him with a gleaming smile and tell him ‘everything is okay.’ Except it isn’t. Megumi knows something isn’t okay and he needs someone else, an adult, to help you.

Satoru doesn’t think twice about rushing to your apartment with Getou, breaking nearly every single traffic law there is in order to reach your side in the smallest amount of time. He was thankful to his parents for once, for blessing him with tall genes which meant Satoru could take longer strides until he stood in front of your apartment door. For a second time in a day, he had to use the emergency key to unlock the door in order to get into your home, quivering fingers fumbling around trying to find the right one to slot into the keyhole.

“Y/N?” Satoru didn’t expect to find you right in front of the door, on the floor with Megumi hunched over your form, begging for you to respond to him. He couldn’t help but imagine what horrid things could have happened for you to end up like that. “Suguru, pick her up,” Satoru instructs his best friend as the white haired man pulls Megumi away from you and into his own arms.

“Mama!” Megumi cried for you once more before Satoru began trying to soothe his worries. The boy thrashed around in his uncle’s grip, doing anything he could to escape the hands pressing his small body against Satoru’s. “Let me go!”

Meanwhile, Suguru felt his heart sink as he crouched down to the floor beside you, different ideas of what could have occurred flooded into his mind, each possibility worse than the next. “Hey Y/N,” his voice is soft and calm amongst Megumi’s screams for you, “I’m going to pick you up and take you to the car,” Suguru felt the need to confirm what actions he planned to do so he wouldn’t cause you unnecessary stress. The male felt thankful for typing his hair up so it was out of the way, it made the job of lifting you up from the floor, one arm around your shoulders and the other hooked under the bend of your knees, so much easier. He felt your hand clutch onto the thick material of his jumper, it eased the tension he felt slightly. Suguru stays silent as he holds you tightly, hoping it was enough to comfort you, as he waits for the elevator to arrive. Satoru had already taken Megumi as quickly as he could. When he does get to the car, Suguru is careful to place you down gently into the back seat before climbing in next to you. Not a sound came out of you, not even a small sigh; you had finally gone to sleep.

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An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader ↳ Minor elements of Megumi Fushiguro/Reader Part 1/?

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

content warning. mentions of alcohol, profanity, minor angst, unrequited love, age gap, eventual smut This is part one of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

Length 1.5k words

A fun night resulting in a drunken mistake. That's all this was, right? The shock and humiliation upon waking up completely naked in a bed that wasn't your own is what immediately clouded your mind. Sitting up, you held your head in a desperate attempt to subdue the vicious pounding, face scrunched in pain. You had gone out for drinks with Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi, but you must have been blackout for half the evening. That's the only reasonable assumption, considering you didn't know where you were or how you got here. Really, what and how much did I drink last night? With one last squeeze of your head to get your bearings, you slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room in hopes of gathering your clothes as quickly as possible and getting the fuck out. Whoever owned this room probably didn't want their one night stand to overstay their welcome either. Wait.... You knew this room. You knew it like the back of her hand. No, no way. "Oh, you're awake." There's no fucking way. The resounding 'click' of the door closing behind the familiar figure made your stomach drop. You went pale, much to his dismay. He didn't show it. "Look, we don't... we don't have to-" "Megumi, what the fuck happened?" Deep blue eyes bore into your own, what was that look he was giving you? What was he to expect? The two of you had been attached at the hip since the end of high school, you were close, but not like this. Your panicked eyes followed his movements, watching him step towards you and sit on the edge of the bed. You instinctually pulled the dark duvet higher, making sure you were covering anything that may have been exposed. "It seems things got a little out of hand last night, I don't know how else to say this." "Did we actually, like... sleep with each other?" When he didn't say anything, didn't even react, seconds seemed to turn into minutes. 'No, I cleaned you up because you threw up everywhere. That's really why you're naked'. That must have been- "Yes." "Like, we had sex?" ".... Yes." Your head pounded in protest of the answer you didn't want to hear. He was like a brother to you, how did this happen? Megumi extended his hand, placing the pills he had brought on the bed beside you, catching the subtle shift of you pulling the blanket up higher out of the corner of his eye. "I'll give you some space. I folded your clothes, they're on top of my dresser. After you're done maybe we can... talk about this. Take your time," He exhaled the last of his sentence, standing up and leaving the room again. You hadn't ever gotten dressed that fast in your life. You didn't even bother with your bra and underwear, simply carrying them in the crook of your arm. Rushed footsteps came to a screeching halt when met with a tall broad form blocking the hallway. Toji seemed to be just as confused as you, viridescent eyes darting between your very disheveled appearance, your smeared makeup, and the undergarments you held in your hands. You couldn't tell by his expression, or lack thereof, but you made the safe assumption he came to the conclusion of what had transpired the second he saw you. "I'm sorry Mister Fushiguro, pardon me," You politely excused yourself, squeezing by him and running down the stairs. In one swift motion you had picked up your shoes, swung the front door open, and firmly closed it behind you, leaving nothing but an uncomfortable silence in the Fushiguro household. It took you a while to get home, not stopping for a second to even put your shoes on just in case someone were to run after you. You had no doubts Megumi would. The jingling of your keys, the click of the lock, and the loud slam of the door behind you is what finally set you off. The rest of your day was spent in self loathing, crying, tylenol, and regular trips in and out of the bathroom to empty the nothingness in your stomach. Only as the sun was setting, orange and dark blue painting the sky, did you decide you needed to text Megumi about what happened. That was, if you had your phone. "Are you KIDDING me?!" You grumbled to yourself, flipping over cushions, digging through the clothes you had worn last night, scouring every surface. You must have left it at his house. His room. Newfound humiliation washed over you, knowing that you would have to see him face to face. Knock knock. Jumping at the sudden sound, you looked over to the door with wide inquisitive eyes. Did Misses Kageyama lose her cat again? You tiptoed over to the door, having to stand on your toes to look through the peephole. Today is so shit, you thought to yourself, unlocking and opening your door, but not removing the deadbolt. You peered at the tall man on the other side, warily looking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, that's the reaction I was expecting," Toji sneered, holding out a familiar cellular device. "Kid said you might want this back." You slipped your much smaller hand through the door, grabbing onto it and tugging. Once you realized he wasn't going to let go, you let out an exasperated sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead on the back of the door. "How did you get past the door-man? You didn't buzz up." "I didn't give him a choice." Toji mused, the side of his lips twitching up. "So are you gonna stand here with my phone hostage all night? Or can I close my door." You were visibly agitated. He was obviously sent here for a reason, but with how amused he seemed at your grumpy exterior you couldn't imagine he was here on behalf of defending Megumi. His lack of response was all you needed, knowing how stubborn he was. One dejected sigh and adjustment of the deadbolt later, Toji was pushing himself through and headed for the kitchen. Make yourself at home, you rolled your eyes at his intrusive behavior. "He wanted to come by and give it to you, but I told him it'd probably be better if I did it," Toji explained upon reaching the kitchen island, leaning against it and patting a bar stool. Begrudgingly, you shuffle over and sit down. Toji always had a rocky relationship with his son, and you knew this. Megumi once told you to think of Toji is more of an older friend than a parental figure, since he's really not good at that. With that mindset, being around him became significantly less tense, giving you room to express yourself freely. "You looked like shit leaving the house this morning." "You can leave now." Toji put the phone down, sliding it towards you on the granite countertop. "Look, I'm not here to judge what you kids are or aren't doing, all I'm saying," He paused, eyes never leaving yours, "Is that you didn't seem very happy with your decision." "Actually, it seems like you regret it a lot." He was right. You knew he was right, if you could go back in time right now and even prevent yourself from going out with everyone, you would do it in a heartbeat. You felt disgusted in yourself, this was akin to having sex with a sibling for you. Even though you didn't say anything, the expression you held and the way you chewed the inside of your cheek spoke volumes. Toji didn't seem to miss that. "In my experience," He broke the silence, "The best way to get over regrettable sex is to have unregrettable sex." Your eyes locked with his, throat suddenly becoming dry. "Where was that keen parenting when you were raising Megumi?" You meant to sound bitter, but it came out as a whisper. He chuckled at your meek attempt to halt the conversation. He decided to ignore it. "I'm giving you a line, it's up to you if you wanna grab it or not." He leaned back over the counter as he spoke, hand coming down to your knee and inching, painstakingly slowly, up your leg. "If I know anything-" "Do you?" He gripped your thigh, it must have been hard enough to bruise, but the look in his eye was more dangerous than his hands. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, heart racing and God you hoped he couldn't hear it. "I'm an expert at fucking," Toji's tone dropped, viridescent eyes drinking in your flustered appearance, but stopping at where his hand was on your upper thigh. His grip loosened, gently caressing the skin there. "After I'm done with you, Megumi'll be the last thing on your mind. You want to feel good?" Everything that had happened today, all of your regrets, all your frustration, your humiliation, came crashing down on you, it fogged your mind. Toji was undeniably attractive, you've known that since the moment you met him. If you do this, there's no turning back. "What do you think?" He pressed, his hand moving up to the seam of your shorts. Fuck it. "What... did you have in mind?" The predatory grin that split his face made you surge with fear and delight, watching his scar pull taught in the most deliciously tantalizing way. "Why don't I show you?"

[tojiverse]

JUST FOR FUN pt 2

read pt 1 here part 3 here

toji fushiguro x f!reader

warnings: smut degredation swp creampie uhh just rough sex in gen overstim (lmk if i missed any!!)

After what you would like to call an incident, things between Toji and you weren’t the same. He now had a habit to quickly put you in your place, all with a smirk which was irritating to say the least. You found yourself trying to avoid him, any time he came too close you’d quickly put distance between the two of you, not wanting to deal with him yourself. Toji made it difficult for the distance to be kept, he truly enjoyed being able to make you squirm with just his presence. You were locked away within your office, which was the only moment you were Toji free.

“Come in,” You said softly as you filled out paperwork from your latest bounty, which was a success.

“Who knew you’d be stuck here all of sudden,” Toji said in a playful tone and you continued to do your work.

“What is it that you want Fushiguro?” You said, making sure your tone was dull, as you didn’t want to entertain him any longer.

“Why so cold all of a sudden? Am I bothering you that much?” He asks, faking a hurt look as his hand went over his chest, a small frown on his face.

“Truly, if you have no business with me then fuck off, God you’re annoying,” You said dismissing him with a small shoo motion and going back to work.

“Someone must need an attitude adjustment again, you’re being such a fucking brat,” Toji said in a growl, and you felt your face warm up.

A quick flashback of your previous intimate moment with him replayed in your head causing you to clench your thighs together.

“You’re a pervert Fushiguro, now get out. Don’t make me repeat myself,” You said, quieter than you had planned but you still meant it.

He smirked and went towards the door turning around to face you once again.

“I do hope I get to hear you whine and beg for me again,” He said before exiting your office.

You put your head in your hands groaning as he had worked you up and you weren’t going to chase after him. You sighed shifting into a comfortable position and then finishing for the day.

Several days went on like this, he’d invade your personal space, fluster you only to leave before you could think of a witty comeback. You took in a deep breath as you heard footsteps approaching your office once again. You got ready to pay him no mind, keeping your eyes focused on your work as he approached you.

“What do you want?” You said sternly, obviously not in the mood for his antics.

“Aw, come on don’t be a brat now, do you need an attitude adjustment?” He asked leaning over your whispering into your ear.

Your face flushed and you focused on your work, which led to Toji letting out an amused laugh. You felt his hand grip your face firmly and tug your face up so you’d look at him. He loved the innocent look you had in your eyes, doe eyes brimming with need and confusion. Toji could only smirk, seeing how much you needed him he leaned down slightly.

“You’re such a brat, but I know exactly what a needy slut like you needs, isn’t that right? You just want someone to break you until you’re crying fat tears isn’t that right sweetheart?” Toji asked and you found yourself nodding slightly. “Ah, use your words.”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” You said quietly and Toji only looked at you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t quite hear you, speak up, and maybe, I’ll reward you,” Toji said and you flushed.

“Please Toji, that’s what I want,” You said a bit louder this time, it seemed to satisfy him.

He quickly picked you up, placing you on the desk, grabbing your wrists, and pinning you down. You remembered what he said last time and you kept your hands there. Toji noticed and smirked while calling you a good girl. Toji began to give you rough kisses on the neck, making sure your neck would be painted in a dark purple. You left out soft whimpers which only served to fuel his pace. He moved between your legs and you could feel his hard-on pressing against your core. Your back slightly arched, wanting to feel him more but a quick slap to your thigh and you stopped.

“You’re such an obedient whore for me, isn’t that right? My cute little fuck toy, that’s all you’re good for anyway,” He said in a condescending tone, and you felt it go straight to your core.

Toji’s hand slowly made it down, teasing touches along the way until he got to your pussy, which was already wet in anticipation for him. He ripped your stockings down the center and your eyes widened in shock, you were upset he had ripped them but knew better than to say anything. Toji moved your underwear to the side and began by easing a finger in, prepping you. You loved but hated the way his fingers made you feel, full —he managed to reach spots you couldn’t even dream to reach, on your own. Toji eased another finger in curling them slightly against your sweet spot, which caused your walls to flutter around him. You were babbling nonsense, nothing that came out of your mouth was coherent, just pleas for more.

“You need to lower your voice, or else someone might hear you and come in, oh? You must like that, you just clamped around my fingers,” Toji said and your eyes widened before looking away.

Toji quickly forced you to look back at him, eyes glaring down at you.

“Look away from me again and I’ll ruin every one of your orgasms, do I make myself clear?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes, yes yes I’m sorry Toji,” You stuttered out remembering what he told you before.

“Good whore, You must love the idea of being found out hm? Anyone could come in at any moment and all they’d see is your gushing all over my fingers, maybe even creaming around my fat cock,” Toji whispered in your ear, which caused you to moan out softly.

Toji continued to finger you by using his thumb to play with your clit, causing your abdomen to tighten. Toji could tell you were close and only looked down at you with the same shit-eating grin as the last time.

“No, please, please, please, I promise I’ll be good please let me cum,” You pleaded with a whine following and his fingers only began to slow down.

“Who does this pussy belong to, hm?” “You!” “Oh? And who’s the only person who makes you feel this good hm?” He asked while picking up the pace.

You choked on your saliva, his fingers hitting the perfect spot.

“You! Only you Toji please,” You pleaded desperately, stuttering his name as if though you were praying to him.

“Yeah, that’s right you whore, I’m gonna wreck yer cunt to the point where only I can pleasure you, you’ll only crave me,” He said, and he meant it as not only a threat, but a promise as well.

Right after, you reached your peak, gushing all over his fingers as your hips shook slightly from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. You only whined and mindlessly babbled incoherently, words not making any sort of sense to you while drooling slightly. Toji helped you ride out your high, taking his fingers out and tasting you with a smirk.

“Always so sweet for me,” He said and you whimpered.

Toji pulled his pants down followed by his boxers and your eyes widened. You honestly didn’t remember him being this big. His cock had a bit of precum flowing out as it slapped his stomach.

“Aw come on, don’t tell me you can’t take me? Such a shame too isn’t it?” He said going to pull his pants back up but you quickly shook your head.

“No, no I can I promise, please,” You pleaded and he smirked.

He lined himself up with your core before slipping himself in a fluid motion causing your back to arch, you swore you could see stars. He gave you a second to adjust to him before he began to just abuse your pussy. All that could be heard within the room was skin slapping and your whines. Toji quickly stuck his fingers in your mouth in order to silence you, as he didn’t feel like getting caught. You could only whine as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, you felt your orgasm rushing at you.

“‘M so close Toji, please,” You pleaded and he shook his head.

“Aw, it’s too early for that isn’t it? You cum when I allow you to,” Toji said and you let out a desperate whine.

This only further encouraged him to bring his thumb over your clit and began to play with it which caused you to clench around him even harder.

“So tight for me, fuck, your cunt was made for me and only me, shit, so good for me baby,” He said and you whined softly.

He began to pound roughly into you while gagging you with his fingers, ensuring that you wouldn’t get loud. You felt your high quickly approaching as you clenched around him tightly causing him to groan.

“Yeah, that’s it slut, cum all over my cock, wanna see you gush all over me,” He said, and with that, you squirted on him while moaning loudly.

Toji looked down in shock, soon smirking and looking at you. He continued to thrust roughly through your high helping you ride it out. As soon as you stopped twitching he began to thrust again causing you to look up at him.

“Aw, you didn’t think we were done did you? I know you have one more in there for me, now be a good fuck toy for me,” He said and you nodded.

Toji picked you up from the desk and put his hands on your waist and began to fuck you while standing up. You felt like he had somehow reached deeper into you and you dug your nails into his back as you moaned quietly.

“So good Toji, so so so good!” You said loudly at the end when he had reached your g spot.

You quickly took this opportunity to leave him with the same hickeys he gave you which caused him to curse under his breath.

“You’re such a bad girl hm? I guess I should fuck you like a whore then,” He said and you tightened around him, aroused by the idea.

He only smirked and began to thrust harder into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You began to chant his name like a mantra, not caring who could hear you at this point, you were too lost in what he had to offer. You quickly felt your third high approaching and Toji could also feel his.

“You cum when I do, don’t forget that,” He growled and you desperately nodded.

Toji’s thrust became sloppy and you both reached your highs at the same time, you gushed around him as he looked down watching his load seep out of you with a smirk. You both caught your breath and you quickly realized the situation you were in. Your eyes widened as you quickly put both your hands against his chest and you pushed against him.

“Let me down, you have to leave,” You said quickly while Toji only smirked.

He pulled out stuffing his cum right back into you with a smirk, before slipping your underwear back over. You whimpered at the empty feeling and carefully unwrapped your legs from his waist, your legs shaking as you stood. Toji could only laugh which caused you to glare at him, eyes swimming with hatred once again.

“Get out Toji,” You said firmly and he only looked at you.

“You have to admit it, you don’t really hate me, you love the way I fuck you, I can tell,” He said and you rolled your eyes.

Before leaving he grabbed your neck and leaned down giving you a rough sloppy kiss, which only left you wanting more. He left throwing a wink in your direction and you felt like screaming. God this man frustrated you but he fucked you so well you couldn’t help but want more. When you got home to your estate, your clan advisors were waiting for you. Your heart was in your throat as you quickly walked in with them and they began to prep you for your meeting. When you walked through the doors in there waiting for you was Kai Satoru and a representative of the Zenin Clan. You felt your heart drop, as this only screamed some sort of marriage proposal. You sat down across from them, your advisors behind you, and the meeting began. You felt as if time had dragged on, it honestly felt like the meeting had gone on for hours when in reality you were only one hour in.

“(y/n) we want to offer an alliance between the Satoru clan and yours, but it would have to be fortified through marriage,” Kai said and your eyes widened.

If you were to get married Kai would become the head of the clan and you’d be fucked over for good, being stripped of all power and forced to be some trophy wife, and you would rather die than let that happen. Kai noticed your hesitation and spoke up before you could object.

“I know traditional marriage laws would imply that I would become head of your clan, but we can alter it completely so that you remain in power,” Kai said quickly and you stared.

“Although both offers I have been offered are enticing, I need time to work them over with my advisors, it’s getting late and I would hate for anything bad to happen,” You said and both men nodded.

All of you got up bowing and then two of the advisors helped the men find their way out. You followed and noticed a white-haired boy quickly join Kai, who only stared at you. It quickly clicked who the boy was, Gojo Satoru. You soon were dragged back into the room and sat in front of your advisors.

“So, which deal are you more inclined to take? Both the Zenin and Satoru clan are highly powerful, and marriage with either of them would clean the clan name,” One of them, Kaisa, said quickly, the others nodding.

“I don’t know the offer the Satoru clan ensures that I remain as head of the clan until an heir is produced and of age, but marriage right now is scary,” You said and they nodded.

“You’re going to have to get married soon,” One of them spoke up and you could only nod.

[goobydoobyprophet]

Tentative Kinship

The day that Toji goes to the Gojo Household to see the one, Gojo Satoru. But the experience wasn’t quite like what he imagined it would be.

Exhaustion

"Hey you, old man."

Toji stopped. Sandaled feet halting beneath the lowly hanging branches of the enormous maple tree, it's orange leaves twirling and swirling in the autumn wind. He looked up, brow pinched with a single thought at the forefront of his mind, 'Old man?'

Lifting his gaze he surveyed the trees, eyes lazily roving over the beams and limbs of the trees searching for the owner of the haughty voice.

Any other day he would have ignored it. Kept pace with whatever destination was in mind; to the dark confines of his futon in his damp and drafty room, to the cheap bottle of rice liquor he snagged from the servant's quarters when no one was looking. Anywhere he couldn't hear the voices or feel the eyes cast on him like hot coals digging into his back.

Any other day he would have kept walking. But today, things were a little different.

The old bastards decided to take a trip to the Gojo clan's for diplomatic reasons, whatever the fuck that meant. The two families had been at each other's throats for centuries; displaying a petty showmanship of a civil front. But Toji knew better, fuck it the entire jujutsu world knew better. Underhanded dealings, underworld associations, assassinations-- all in the hopes to rid one of each other. That was the nature of the tepid alliance formed between the two monoliths. 

But none of that mattered to Toji. No, jujutsu society could collapse overnight for all he cared and he'd still sleep soundly through it all. What piqued his curiosity was the Gojo family's heir, Gojo Satoru. Whispers of his techniques and gifts would leak through shoji screens as he passed along the veranda, the words following and sticking to his footsteps. And when the frequency and abundance of the rumors and talks intensified, Toji decided he'd get a look at the brat himself.

Having arrived at the household, it was no surprise that he was told to wait outside of the joint-meeting room, having been barred entrance by his older cousins and uncle. And so he waited, and waited, listening to the droning meeting of the geezers, their forked tongues clashing with one another before delving into long stretches of silence. 

Growing bored of the standoff, Toji decided to wander the Gojo premises to kill some time. They could’ve been at it for the next hour or so by the looks of it.

But now… he nearly scoffed, the irony of their meeting being here of all places. Not in a fancy meeting room, where the two families were at odds. Where the stark difference of their positions and values within their respective families so palpable you could take a handful of it from the air.

No, fate didn't work that way.

Here he was, legs dangling from the largest, girthiest limb, looking down at him with a dignified tilt of his head, this was no doubt the prized Gojo brat.

And Toji was suddenly made aware of his own appearance. Hands hanging loosely in the opening front of his yukata, the cheap material which scratched at his arms and sides. It was an old thing, possibly a hand-me-down from one of his older cousins. An after thought of clothing pieced together at the last moment. Fitting the entrails in a formal suit and parading it out in public, wouldn't be above the Zen'in way after all. People at least had the decency to clean entrails.

His eyes roved over the brat's form; a clean set of robes fit for a prince. The silks and textiles of the clothing, a range of powder blues dusted about the background of white like that of freshly fallen snow, the trimmings of the sleeves, a glistening silver that practically gleamed in the orange hues of the setting sun.

And those piercing blue pits, digging into his soul. ‘Creepy brat.’

With one last lingering look, Toji turned on his heel and walked back in the direction he came.

"Wha- Hey!"

Toji kept walking, each stride taken growing longer by the minute. He'd never openly admit it, but those eyes left a chilling feel in his spine, like those pupils reached in, probing and prodding at the inner machinations of his being.

There was a loud thud behind him and the crunching of leaves beneath a small set of steps, closing in behind him.

"Hey!"

The voice grew louder, the quick patter of footsteps clopped and crunched after him.

Toji's pace grew quicker, strides growing longer and longer until he broke into a brisk walk, the hands in the front of his kimono slipped out at some point as an irritated frown broke across his face.

"Stop right there!"

Toji kept going, his hands at his side moving at a quick pace as the footsteps behind him broke into a jog. Almost out of here.'

The Gojo brat's footsteps broke off suddenly, and the boy's presence all but disappeared behind him.

Before he was able to whip his head around, the blue eyed youth appeared before him in a spurt. Body fluttering into existence within a flurry white and blues. He blinked up at him, his small mouth twisted in annoyance, "I said stop."

Toji raised an eyebrow, having taken a few cautionary steps back before finally speaking, "What do you want?" ‘Of course he can teleport.’ 

The Gojo brat tilted his head, those uncanny eyes staring unblinkingly at Toji. His skin prickled, that probing feeling was back, "Who are you?"

"What's it to you?"

"You were by my tree, in my yard within my premises, I have every right to ask you." He responded primly, not stumbling over a single word. This brat couldn't be older than eight at most. 'Creepy.'

He turned his head to the side and shoved his hands into the fronts of his yukata, feeling somewhat obliged to answer. The kid wasn't wrong after all, "Here on family business."

The brat snorted, crossing his arms, and shot him a sardonic look, "You're with the Zen'in?"

Toji’s gaze ambled to the trees to the right of them in lazy interest, "What of it?"

"I knew the Zen'in were weak but I didn't think it was this bad."

Toji almost snorted at the comment. What he wouldn't pay to watch this brat say that directly to his shitty uncle's face. But there was an implication there that he couldn't shake from the back of his head, "What're you talking about?"

"What's with your aura?

Toji flinched, a bristle of nerves ran up his arms in a wave of pin-pricks. Sharp, biting, "The hell you talking about?"

The brat blinked at him, eyes staring deeply at a particular point within his chest, and jutted his chin towards it, "There, people usually have a presence at their core, there's this swirling thing bundled at the center and moves and fluctuates depending on what the person's doing. But you..." He lowered his eyes towards his stomach, then moved his gaze towards his extremities, Toji felt like a mounted moth, his limbs pinned by this boy's stare, "There's nothing there, no flow, no movement. Nothing. Like you don't exist."

There was a snapping tension within Toji's jaw, he clenched his teeth so tight the muscles in his cheeks were screaming. Everything within him told him to leave, to turn his back on this little brat and wash his hands of him and this whole fucking world, that decides the worth of a person based on their inherent traits and inborn talents.

Some were just born lucky it seems.

Suddenly he tension bled from his body, his fists unfurled and the muscles in his jaw and shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah, you're right, there's nothing here," Toji looked up at the brat, a pitiful smile curved up on the side of his face, "And I bet you feel like you hit the jackpot when looking at me."

He was so tired.

He lifted his gaze to the tree they walked from, the leaves still whirling in the light breeze, the oranges and reds of the dying sun bled the sky and created a scenic backdrop for the Gojo clan's prince, staring at him with his unflinchingly cool gaze.

The boy blinked slowly, then brought his gaze to look at his own shadow that stretched between the two of them, the dark head nearly touching at Toji's feet.

"Not really." His mouth moved then, a small voice, strained and so different from the haughty tempo he used when following him, “At least you can live how you want.”

A stretch of silence lay between them, not even the trees, wind or leaves made a sound, as though everything around these two were suspended in time.  

Toji stared down at the boy to whom mountains bow to, and felt himself sinking. Something sat in his chest, growing heavier and heavier until he couldn't even bear the weight of his own arms. 

He brought eyes towards the Gojo heir’s face; a solemn breeze blew through his white hair and rustled his clothes and Toji was almost sure he was sparkling.

With one last glance, he turned and walked. Off the premises of the garden, and away from the child of legends. There were no small footsteps following him by the time he reached the Gojo clan’s boundary, the sun having submerged it’s head under the blanket of darkness. 

Pocketing his hands, Toji walked straight into the bowels of the night, back towards his rusted cage. 

[roanniee]

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒

This is information regarding the Royal Family of Atlantis.

Information about her Royal Highness can be found in her Personal Quarters.

Here is the Castle Map.

Tendou Satori, Royal Historian

A childhood friend of Her Highness, along with Semi Eita.

The son of the previous Royal Historian, Satori was meant for the position beside her highness. His family had held on to the title of Royal Historian since the beginning of Atlantis.

Despite the seriousness of his job, he is very mischievous.

He has a way of making everyone get along. Pranks. It works though, as they get along, even if it meant that they turn and try to prank him back.

He and Eita were the first of the MerQueen's consorts.

Semi Eita, Royal Chamberlain

Her Highness' childhood friend along with Satori.

A member of the Semi Noble Family, Eita served as a member of Her Highness' personal guards until he was chosen as the new Royal Chamberlain.

He took it because it wasn't as formal as being her royal guards.

Eita adores his stepsons and loves to make them smile.

He usually clashes with the other consorts, but has learned to play nice with them all.

Nicollas Romero, General

The General of Atlantis’ Army

The sweetest of Her Highness' consorts.

He fled to Atlantis with his son to escape his manipulative ex girlfriend. He was given refuge by the Royal Family.

As payment, he joined the army. Due to his skills, he quickly rose up the ranks of the Army and became the General.

He rose up the ranks to her heart too.

Fushiguro Toji, Assassin

An unlucky man of Zenin Blood.

Kicked out of the Zenin Clan for impregnating a lady out of wedlock, he was forced to flee with his newborn son, Megumi.

They were found by the royal family, and was helped by them.

Years of training turned Toji into the best Assassin of Atlantis.

And in turn, captured the attention of her Royal Highness.

Zenin Naoya, Royal Advisor

A cruel man of Zenin Blood, the cousin of Fushiguro Toji and the uncle of Fushiguro Megumi.

Growing up in a clan filled with Toxic Misogyny, Naoya had initially treated Her Highness with cruelty and the minimal respect.

Until she helped him run away from an arranged marriage that he didn’t want.

She made him her Royal Advisor due to his knowledge in politics and how to navigate around the Royal Council.

He later became a consort of her Royal Highness.

Fushiguro Megumi, Heir

The first heir to the throne of Atlantis

Fushiguro Toji’s only son, and the first of her Highness’ adopted children.

Unlike his father, Megumi has no interest in the life of an assasin. By the age of 13, He preferred a life in the courts, learning how to rule as just as his mother.

He does have a natural ability i weapons, however, like his father.

He adores his family, despite his initial dislike for his uncle, who then became his favourite.

Rubens Romero, Heir

The youngest heir and member of the Royal Family.

The only son of Nicollas Romero and the final child adopted by her Royal Highness.

Like father, like son. Rubens, at the age of 8, was already showing interest in following his father’s footsteps beside his royal studies.

Adored by the entire family, but isn’t spoiled unlike many would think.

Unfortunately for Nicollas, Rubens adores his Uncles Eita and Satori, and has a mischievous streak.

©Roannie 2021 Please do not plagiarise or repost my works.

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nanami kento x fem!reader (2.9k)

nsfw!! mdi!!

warnings; unprotected sex, it’s just very soft and vanilla

a/n; this is a scene from a series i might write, i’m not sure if i want to commit to it, please let me know your thoughts, feedback is much appreciated!

The marriage announcement caught you off guard, it felt like someone had thrown you into the deep end of a pool and you didn't know how to swim, drowning slowly in the snarky whispers from the attendants of the party that reached your ear - wasn't he married to Y/n? Poor girl, I wouldn't be able to show my face if I was her. Many eyes around the room turned towards you in anticipation, waiting for some display of anger or a rage-induced outburst. Much to their disappointment, you stood your ground. You wouldn’t let the perfectly crafted mask fall from your face, especially not now, you couldn’t let the woman, who held a leash over your ex, know she caused an effect on you.

From a distance over, Satoru watched you closely through the peripheral of his sharp vision, you leaned further into the dark long haired man standing beside you to whisper something into his ear. Suguru handed you a small rectangular box discreetly. He was equally as shocked as you. Satoru expected Toji to pull a stunt like this, maybe another pregnancy announcement or a business merger. He never expected it to be announced publicly, in a Gojou family setting. Whilst claps of congratulations sounded around the hall, Gojou's cold gaze threw daggers towards your ex-husband, standing beside your parents with a hand on the waist of his fiancée. The sight of gleaming smiles across your parent’s faces made Satoru feel sick to his stomach. The white haired man also took a mental note of the people who seemed genuinely happy for the wretched couple. Those people didn't realise that they had gotten onto Gojou Satoru's bad side and ruined any promising positive relationship with the businessman.

There was a chill in the evening air as you stood on the balcony, you were grateful no one else was outside to witness the devastation on your face, only the night sky being witness to the single teardrop that fell along the expanse of your cheek. The cold air nipped at the bare skin of your arms and neck, raising the fine hairs which run all along your skin. As a thought of regret for not bringing a jacket along with you popped into your mind, you opened the cigarette packet that Suguru handed to you, bringing one up to your lips to rest as you fish for a lighter in your purse, praying that you had one despite having quit the disgusting habit years ago.

The temperature of the chilling air around you rises as a warming presence pressed against your back, you only relax when the familiar scent of rich cologne mixed with cinnamon infiltrates your senses, allowing yourself to melt into the heated hands that run along your naked arms.

"Do you even have a lighter?" Kento questions as you continue to search through your bag, which was so small, the blond was sceptical about it being big enough to fit any necessities.

Peering up through your lashes, your azure eyes narrowed at him as your lips formed into a deep scowl. Kento was right, you didn’t have a lighter, specifically for scenarios like this, where your fingers are itching to grab at the first intoxicant to cloud your mind. Smoking would help calm the stress that scratches the walls of your brain as the tobacco fills your bloodstream.

“Suguru probably has one-“ you mutter under your breath, speaking with the white stick sitting comfortably between your lips before a hand quickly reaches for it and throws the small object off the balcony, out of sight and out of reach. “What the hell-“ there was little time to process the sudden action as your words are cut short with kento’s palms encasing your face to tilt your head slightly and allow him to lower his lips onto yours in a short kiss. The anger that rushed through your veins quickly dissolved, leaving as fast as it was produced.

A small smile creeped along your lips, “maybe I should take up smoking again.”

Kento couldn’t help the chuckle that let up his throat, his eyes crinkling in the same way that the twin’s did. His hands dropped from your face to hold your hips over the silk material, pulling you closer towards him, your breasts pressing against his chest.

“Let's get out of here.”

Earlier, before he followed your footsteps to check on you, Kento felt a strong grip latch on his arm to prevent him from moving further. The culprit was your brother. Satoru held an intimidating aura, his sapphire eyes bearing a look cold enough to pierce skin. The older man whispered short words to Nanami, advising him to take you away from the party, in order to protect you.

As Kento was texting the babysitter he had hired for the night, making sure his kids were safely sleeping in their beds, you were checking in with the two Zen’in girls that were looking after Megumi for the night. Maki and Mai loved spending time with you, when you announced the divorce with their cousin, they were undeniably upset, not because Toji’s heart was broken but it meant they wouldn’t be able to see you as often.

It wasn't as difficult as you thought it might be to locate the hotel room. Thankfully, both of you were in a conscious state of mind, avoiding the sparkling alcoholic beverages being served in crystal flutes. The hand on the curve of your waist held you close to Kento’s embrace. Just from a short glance, any onlooker would be able to know you were his, there was a loving atmosphere surrounding you two which was hard to miss, from the pearly smile painting your glossy lips to the radiant sparkling of gold among the hues of brown. The booked room was found quickly. Anticipation began to bubble in your stomach, you felt excited to spend the night with such a handsome man, again.

All of your hair was pushed to one side on your shoulder, exposing the tender flesh of your neck. A beautiful and plain canvas just waiting to be painted with deep and dark shades of pinks and purples. The plain sight caused a stir in Kento’s mind, he desired to mark you, in a way he knew no one ever would. Acting on impulse, the father of two kissed a spot where your neck met your shoulder so lightly it felt like petals brushing against your skin. A smirk found its home along Kento’s lips when you craned your head to the side, offering more of yourself to him. The innocent kisses progressed into deep bites, a sudden sharp nip against your pulse point causing a gasp to slip into the air. You couldn’t care less if a horrible bruise formed from Kento's lustful ministrations, his scent clouded your mind like a drug, your thoughts swirling into nothing. Your attention was fixated on the hands wandering from their place on your hips to groping your breasts through the silken material of your dress, sending arsoul to pool in your panties.

A deep timbre tone filled your ears, you turned to face the man speaking. “Would you like to know my new favourite colour?” Kento doesn’t wait for your answer, his hands squeeze at your chest again with more pressure, sadly eliciting another gasp from your lips. The corners of Kento's lips turn downwards ever so slightly, he had hoped that his ears would have been graced with a moan. “Sage green.”

The blond guides you to the queen-sized bed, lined with the finest material he had ever seen, Kento didn’t expect anything less from your brother, who handed him the key card. The hotel room was grand, almost as big as his own apartment, which was quite large.

Kento sits himself against the headboard with his suit jacket and tie discarded somewhere on the floor, falling victim to your travelling hands, eager to undress him. The clothing was no longer his concern as you situated yourself in his lap, thick thighs straddling his waist the best you could in the confinement of your dress. “Tonight,” Kento's eyes move from the swells of your breasts, your cleavage in his direct eye line, to meet your gleaming eyes. He was surprised to find his own reflection in them. “I'm yours.” The words felt heavy on his tongue and heart, it felt like he was confessing to you again, proving to himself that it was you that his heart yearns for.

Slowly, you clamber off of the blond man’s lap without voicing your intentions, not missing how his hands reach out to hold onto you for a moment longer, you giggle lightly at the display of clinginess, never expecting such a stoic man to behave like that. It was refreshing. It reassured the persistent whispers in the back of your mind that Kento wanted you like you wanted him. as you stood at the foot of the bed, you kicked off your nude heels, dropping your height by a few inches. A laugh fell upon your ears, Kento was amused, his smile hidden from your eyes behind his palm. However, the light atmosphere shifted when the sound of a zipper filled the room. Swiftly, the dress dropped to the floor from the pull of gravity, leaving you exposed except for the black lace thong, which barely hid anything from his eyes. Kento wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Finally, it was your turn to smirk when your sharp eyes caught the growing tent of Kento's trousers.

Slowly, you crawled along the bedsheets at an agonising pace, it felt like hours before you finally reached your destination. Within an instant, you felt two large palms squeeze at the pudgy skin of your hips. You couldn’t help but press your hands against Kento's chest, fingers running aimlessly as you met his lips, kissing him with such desire, as if you had planned to devour him.

“Do you know what good boys get, Mister Nanami?” you say in a sultry tone, the touches of the small pads of your fingertips tracing unrecognisable shapes along his chest becoming distractive.

The words registered into the blond’s mind, you had previously asked the same question to the three toddlers, in hopes of containing their erratic behaviour in the kitchen. This should have been degrading, yet, despite using the childish question, a rational voice in Kento’s mind screamed at him to just give in for once.

“Rewards,” it was the same answer Sukuna gave you, it was the correct answer. However, Kento's voice only managed to speak just above a breath, finding himself unable to trust his own voice.

“Well done daddy,” you praised him with a sweet kiss, a shiver running up his neck, before making an effort to unbutton the shirt, “treat me nicely and I’ll reward you.”

All the remaining pieces of clothing were thrown off hurriedly, desperate to feel the pure heat of Kento's unbelievably hot body. It stunned you how he was constantly warm, maybe you could make him your personal heater.

Kento couldn’t help but groan loudly as your hips grinded against his dick, coating him with your wetness, he felt himself throbbing against your folds, ever so desperate to fill you to the brim. As if reading his mind, the teasing touches paused as you lined your entrance up with his cock, only after giving the hard member a few pumps with your hand. The broad shoulders of the businessman were used as an anchor, you cling onto him desperately as you sink onto his dick. In the span of a few hours, you had completely forgotten the thickness of kento’s sex, surprising yourself as you struggle to relax yourself to take him in. Wanton moans fell from both parties as you stayed still for a few seconds to get used to the burn from his fat cock stretching you. The hands on your waist squeeze tightly to help Kento ground himself from rutting up into you. Being enveloped with your warm cunt felt too good, especially when the gummy walls clamped around him, you were all he could think about.

Just from the position alone, the soft tissue of nerves which caused you to see stars were grazed upon, you couldn’t stop the moan escaping from your lips. “I could cum like this,” you relish in the feeling of the palms coaxing the movement of your hips and the mouth that latches onto your mound. A sharp nip against your peak leads to you arching into Kento's mouth, desperate for more of his touches. Despite spending the night before together, the pair of you couldn’t get enough of each other. Not when your tits would bounce as you raised your hips and begin a steady rhythm of grinding against Kento’s lap, each slam against his hips hitting a spot that causes your head to spin. The vision of you on top of him, riding his cock like your life depended on it, spurred the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach. The wetness that pooled between your thighs now began to drip down onto the pelvis of the man below you. A mixture of juices squelching and low moans sounded throughout the room. You had no time to feel embarrassed by the pornographic noises as you desperately chased your high.

“You’re making me feel so good angel,” a sense of pride blooms in Kento's chest as he feels you clenching around him from his praise. His hands stretched lower to graze his fingers over your ass, they latched onto you, his nails creating deep crevices in the area that would still be there in the morning.

You could no longer think straight, completely drunk off of Kento's cock, filling you up so well you wished he’d never leave. A numbness started to form in your thighs, creating a painful burn as you continued to move up and down, pushing through the pain and reaching for your high. From the hand gripping his hair and the way your walls were spasming, Kento knew you were so close to cumming, you just needed a little push. The brush of his thumb circling your clit leans you over the edge and causes your orgasm to hit you like a wave. Kento groaned loudly as you creamed his cock and gripped onto him like a vice. The man felt kind enough to let you catch your breath, he was still painfully hard and so close to his own high.

“As much as I’d like to be rewarded,” a cheeky smile spread through Kento’s lips, chocolate eyes sparkling at you with excitement. His playful and cheery expression leaves as quick as it comes, you almost whine in protest as he uses his strength to pull you off of his lap, and gently lays you down against the bed. The giddy look in Kento's eyes darkens to a lustful stare as your blown out eyes meet his. “Daddy wants to cum, so be a good girl and help daddy out.”

It hadn’t been longer than a few moments since your climax, you had barely calmed down. Without a second thought, Kento thrusts into your sopping entrance, your cum still coating his dick which makes it easier for him to slide back into your cavernous walls. A cry emmits from you due to the overstimulation. The feeling of being filled up again overtook the discomfort you experienced, it felt so good that you could cry from it, it was as if kento was made to fit inside your cunt so deliciously. The hands on your hips migrate to your thighs, pushing them up so that your knees are almost next to your head. Somehow, the angle of the position allows Kento to hit deeper into you.

“Fu- fuck,” your mind is lost for words as it completely blanks, no longer have the ability to form a coherent sentence.

A layer of sweat covers the blond’s body. The slapping sound returns as Kento's heavy balls hit against you with every rut. It was astonishing that the bed frame didn’t move with his frantic movements. Each thrust of his hips were more calculated than the next, earning a cry from you each time as his cockhead continuously came into contact with your g-spot. Kento knew he’d only be able to last through a few more thrusts. From the way your thighs quivered, your second orgasm was closer than he thought.

“Cum with me angel,” Kento's lips found yours in a haste of teeth clashing against each other, desperate to feel closer to you. As soon as the coaxing words fall on your ear, your walls clench around him as another climax ripples through you, this one hitting you much harder. The tension finally snapped, a growl ripped through his throat, no longer being able to hold back, as ropes of his cum shot inside your pussy, hips faltering slightly.

Your eyes flutter shut from exhaustion, trying your best to catch your breath and calm your erratic heart. Gentle hands help drop your legs so they could wrap around Kento’s waist instead of being folded in the air. Kento noticed the drowsy haze you were in. He took it upon himself to find a towel in the bathroom to clean up the mess between your thighs. Exerting his strength, the stoic man helps you to move into the sheets, the cold air no longer able to nip at your naked body.

“We need to buy plan b,” you shifted yourself close to Kento.

A kiss is pressed to the crown of your head. “We can worry about that in the morning.”