Hi! I hope you are doing well. If I could, Iâd like to request how the fellowship reacts to you walking in on them either changing or in a compromising situation. Could go the other way around if you prefer; Iâve just donât think Iâve seen anyone do this prompt with the reader walking in rather than them
No worries if you donât want to do this prompt :)
Hi, I hope youâre well too! I didnât go the entirely humorous route with this one, but I did choose to do it the way you described, with reader walking in on the Fellowship.
I hope youâll enjoy your post! Take care âĄ
ïŸâ§ Aragorn.
Aragorn has no problem with others seeing him naked. That said, he knows itâs not like that for everybody, and he does anticipate your embarrassment and profuse apologies once you accidentally walk in on him changing clothes. Heâd gently and unexcitedly assure you everything was fine â and was perhaps a bit confused by himself. Is he blushing? Why is he so preoccupied by this? Maybe this is different when itâs with youâŠ
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ïŸâ§ Boromir.
Many soldiers are used to seeing other people naked and being seen naked themselves, and Boromir is no exception. Still, he wouldnât be entirely comfortable with you walking in on him changing. A nervous laugh would escape him, though heâd instinctively try to play his âprince charmingâ routine. Probably even successfully! That said, he knows this could very well be a delicate matter to you â and your comfort is always Boromirâs top priority, so heâd handle the incident according to your wishes.
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ïŸâ§ Frodo.
Frodo, as usual, is very unagitated about your accidental glance at him changing clothes. From behind the door, you hear him chuckle: âDonât worry about it! I shouldâve closed that door, itâs my fault entirely.â He would only make a few lewd jokes about the incident when drunk at the Green Dragon, but not anymore once you ask him to keep this between the two of you. It wouldnât change your relationship in the slightest.
ïŸâ§ Gandalf.
Walking in on Gandalf changing clothes would probably result in a blanket magically flying over your head or even your body losing control and turning around to walk the other way, like a puppet. Youâd see nothing â in fact this would happen before you even knew what was going on.
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ïŸâ§ Gimli.
Being the proud Dwarf that he is, Gimli would probably act like the incident never happened and be surprisingly nonchalant about the matter. He has nothing to hide or be insecure of, especially not with you. And after all, it was an accident! However, heâd sometimes makes jokes along the lines of âyou never walk in on me anymore, dearieâ after some time had passed. He takes all of this is good humour.
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ïŸâ§ Legolas.
I feel like out of the Fellowship, Legolas would be the âflirtiestâ if you walked in on him changing his clothes. He is also exceptionally good at reading your mood: Are you embarrassed? âBe at ease, dear friend. There is no harm done, and so we wonât speak of it again.â Are you curious? Eyebrows raised, heâd subtly make sure to give you the best angles. Or are you perhaps being flirty as well? âItâs a good thing youâve come! Look here â could you help me with this girth? Itâs been driving me madâŠâ
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ïŸâ§ Merry.
In the heat of the moment, Merry would probably scream something at you, like âSome privacy, please!â A minute later and he already wants to disappear into the Earth, blaming himself â how could he lash out at you like that? Heâd worry and quickly walk up to you to apologise. He would accept your apology too, though he would still blush and quietly ask you to knock next time. Also: He knows how the Shirefolk can behave sometimes and wants to shield you from gossip.
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ïŸâ§ Pippin.
Pippin let out a cry when you accidentally walked in on him changing clothes, making you turn on your heels â before remembering youâve seen him naked plenty of times. Thereâs no big scandal, even though he acts like there was. Going forward, as a joke, he would play with his scarf and smirk at you like the dirtiest thing happened between the two of you. You try to keep it down, but eventually, Pip would go around telling people you keep walking in on him on purpose.
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ïŸâ§ Sam.
Sam would be just as surprised and embarrassed as you are. Heâd stumble over his words and his feet alike, trying to get distance between the two of you and cover his naked skin at the same time. Afterwards, you apologise to him profusely, but Sam knows very well you didnât mean to intrude. âât was an accident. Nothinâ more and nothing less.â Still, heâd blush a little â and, just sometimes, wonder if you perhaps liked what you saw â after all, heâs too shy to ask âĄ
March: We cut training short today. But get this! I bumped into master Yunli on the way here and she confessed her and Yanqing have Cloud Knight business to discuss at his. I wouldâve loved to try his cooking!
Caelus:Ah, so you werenât invited.
Stelle:You two would probably eat his budget.
March:Like you arenât any different!? I wouldnât eat that much. Surly less than someone like Jing Yuan.
Dan Heng:Oh, heâs joining as well. That means itâs possible all the Generals are.
March:W-Why? I just said Jing Yuan because why wouldnât he be there?
Caelus:Why would he be?
March:BecauseâŠâŠwhy would he miss a home cooked dinner? I know heâs busy but eventually heâd go home to at least leftovers.
CSD:âŠ..
March:Why are you looking at me like that?
Caelus:March, Jing Yuan and Yanqing do not live together. Yanqing has his own residence.
March:Really?! All by himself!?
Dan Heng:He gets paid a lieutenantâs wage. He can afford an apartment easily.
March:Well thatâs weird! Yunli didnât mention that at all. I think I even mentioned how fancy the generalâs house might be. She couldâve spoken up!
Stelle:Or she was fine with you being wrong.
March:So what, theyâre having a dinner together? I wouldnât tease her about that. Is it that embarrassing?
Dan Heng: What do you think is going to happen?
March:Eating and talking! Maybe someone will say something ridiculous. I guess it could be a date. That explains not inviting me.
Caelus:If thatâs the case-
Stelle: Why not go to restaurant instead of his place? For Cloud Knight matters of all things!?
March:âŠ.*red* I donât like what youâre implying!
Caelus: You mean the truth?
March:Not my adorable masters!
Dan Heng:It adds up. Neither of them seem like the type to be okay sharing a kiss in public.
Stelle:Dan Heng, nobody needs an entire apartment for a single kiss.
Dan Heng:âŠBut theyâre responsible.
Caelus:Now since when does that matter around a crush?
March:I refuse to hear you slander them. Theyâre far too awkward to get passed a dinner and a movie.
Dan Heng: That is Jing Yuanâs disciple. A kiss is on the table.
Stelle:I think youâre both wrong. March, your masters are totally making out. I do believe theyâre responsible, but not that responsible! 20,000 credits on it.
March:Well I know them better and I think youâre wrong! 25,000 on just a dinner plus confessions!
Dan Heng: Iâm sticking with kiss.
Caelus: Make out session.
Stelle: You canât steal my-
Caelus:ANDâŠ.they will be dumb enough to leave evidence. Somehow, some way, they are going to mess up.
Stelle:âŠCan we be one team?
Caelus:Oh now it sounds appealing!? We split it 60/40
Stelle:55/45! Iâm broke. I will do your chores too.
Caelus:Fine.
Dan Heng:If youâre both wrong then you pay March and I 50,000 credits each.
March:Oh I love these odds!
Stelle and Caelus: Deal.
xxxxxx
The next day came quickly. The four stooges all waited in the training garden as Yanqing walked in.
Yanqing:Ummm did I get more students? Wasnât expecting so many faces this morning.
Stelle:We had nothing else better to do so we thought weâd hangout for a minute.
March:Whereâs master Yunli? You both usually race here to try teach your swordplay before the other.
Yanqing:Oh, um sheâs probably a little busy. Itâs not long before she goes home after all.
Dan Heng:It is getting close to that time. I could imagine her trying to make the most of her time left now that things are getting calm,
Yanqing:That does sound like something sheâd do. *rubs head*
The stooges:(Heâs holding out on us.)
March:Oh! I almost forgot. You two had dinner last night. Did it get well?
Yanqing:..It was fine. My cooking was criticized but she still ate two plates. We got through Cloud Knight business pretty quickly. Sorry I couldnât treat you as well.
March:Water under the bridge. Iâm amazed you two got along well enough. I thought I would hear another fight.
Yanqing:We donât always fight.
Caelus:Then whatâs the bruise on your neck?
The boy immediately went to adjust his collar, only to realize it was still perfectly in place. Suddenly, his body froze as he felt mortified. Howâd he fall for such a bluff!? March and Dan Heng felt their wallets start to hurt while Caelus and Stelle gained a grin that might as will belong on Aha.
Stelle:Whatâs the matter Yanqing? You look pale.
Caelus:Kindly pull down your collar and we will go in peace.
Yanqing:You all made a bet, didnât you?
Dan Heng:If it makes you feel better, March and I thought highly of you both.
Yanqing:Iâm so sorry.
March:Nooo! *drops to knees*
Stelle:For clarification, you didnât didnâtâŠ
Yanqing:*red* Of course not! We arenât dumb!
Stelle:Yeaaaaah! I expect my credits handed, not wired.
Caelus:*pats Yanqing shoulder* I donât think theyâre arguing with the results. Donât worry about the collar.
Yanqing:Thank you.
Dan Heng:So, whereâs Yunli exactly?
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Lingsha:Medicine that removes bruises?
Yunli: *in Yanqingâs clothes* Yes. Thatâs all I require.
Lingsha:âŠ.
Yunli:âŠ..Please donât tell grandpa.
Lingsha:You have my silence. Iâm just a little annoyed I now owe Jing Yuan and Feixiao 50,000 credits.
Yunli:YOU MADE A BET ON ME!?
Lingsha:In confidence, and you failed me! Just like that, they got the money back from the medical bill! *sends money*
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Feixiao:And thatâs why youâre the Divine Foresight! We drink tonight!
Jing Yuan:Please, Iâd rather not pay property damages with this. Iâll give you my share if you donât drink until youâre home.
Feixiao:Deal!
Jing Yuan:âŠWas this your endgame?
Feixiao:Perhaps. Donât worry. This goes towards a good cause.
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Moze:Howâs it feel?
Jiaoqiu: *holding cane* Natural. Itâs pretty remarkable actually. How much was it?
Roy closed the door after him, leaving me still half-shocked at the situation. I felt disgusting. I was still soaking in sweat by this whole rude awakening, and I smelt awful. Like Roy always did. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay in this sweaty piece of shit of a body. I decided I HAVE to take a shower and clean myself. At least get this sweaty stench off of me.
I wasn't thrilled about having to see myself naked in Roy's body, but I knew it was only a matter of time until I had to. I turned on the hot water and stripped. Trying not to look down, I started cleaning myself and noticed many things in Roy's body I didn't before. How he's actually a bit shorter than me, how thick he was, how soft his body felt (excluding his rough hands).
At some point, I started moving down and was finally confronted with the lower half of Roy's body. It was painful for me to see his stubby dick peeking out of a hairy bush. "I'm stuck with this for now, but it's only temporary." I tried to tell myself, cringing again at how Roy's voice came out of me.
I dried up and went to my room to get dressed, but I found this to be more challenging than I thought. After barely fitting into my underwear, I tried picking a shirt, but I couldn't find anything to fit my new size. I tried putting on one of my baggiest shirts, but I just couldn't fit. I struggled with it for a good minute before starting to sweat again and admitting defeat. There was no other choice other than to go to Roy's room and wear something he had in my new size. I ended up taking underwear and light shorts but found out that all of his shirts were in the wash. Of course. I took one from his laundry basket and took a sniff of Roy's essence. "Hmm⊠Clean enough.".
I spent the rest of the day trying not to think about the fact that I was in Roy's body.
I tried reading one of my books, but it was hard to concentrate for some reason. It took me a few times to understand what's going on. I thought it was just an older book with older English, but maybe it was because I had to constantly look at his think hand and fingers holding the book.
Later on, I tried one of his video games, thinking it could pass the time better. I started up the console and connected to some sort of multiplayer shooting game. I got the hang of things pretty quickly and started winning matches. Maybe I also got Roy's muscle memory along with his body? But my winning streak was soon met with my annihilation by the opposing team. "Kus ummak!" I shouted in anger to the empty house on instinct. Why did I say that?
The day went on with nothing of note. I stayed home all day, had a nap, played games. At some point, I answered Roy's phone and pretended to be him to avoid suspicion. I was weird, talking to someone I don't know with no issue. Like I knew what he wanted to hear.
Evening came, and there was still no sign of Roy in my body. I was starting to worry since I was at his mercy in this situation. I realized he could just disappear, and I would never see my body again. With this new fear, I called my phone to make sure he's coming back soon.
He answered the call, talking through the Bluetooth speaker in his (or my?) car. "Hey, what's up?" He said. "You're on speaker with the guys." I heard some laughter in the background. Was he hanging out with MY friends?!"
"Ah, yeah, hey." I said, trying to cover up the fact I was blackmailed into lending my body. "Just wanted to check when you're coming back. It's getting late."
I heard my friends in the background again. "Why is he acting like your dad?" "Haha he's lonely. Fucking cringe."
My face became red with embarrassment.
"It's ok, man. We're on our way back. Be there in 30."
"Ok, hurry up."
"Don't worry, going str-"
The call ended with a horrible crashing sound ringing in my ear. I was stunned. What just happened? I called again. No answer. I was in panic mode. Called again. Nothing. My heart was beating so fast, my body sweating again from the anxiety. Did he crash my fucking car?
The fourth time was a dud. Only at the 5th try I got an answer.
"ROY! DID YOU FUCKING CRASH MY CAR?" I shouted.
"What?" It was my voice, but Roy was clearly disoriented.
"JUST ANSWER. ARE YOU OK???"
"Yeah. I mean, maybe. Now I'm not so sure. My head got hit real bad. I'm bleeding."
"Fuck." That's my head that's gonna need to recover. "What about the others?"
"They're fine. They called me an ambulance."
"Thank god." I sighed in relief. "I was so sure all of you died."
"Haha it would take a bit more to kill me Roy."
My blood ran cold. "What did you call me?"
"Your name. Roy. Did I say something else? I really need them to check my head."
Again. I was stunned. Was he calling me that because my friends were near or did he really hit his head that bad?
"Hey, umm, are your friends with you?"
Roy sighed. "No, they're waiting by the wreck, I went aside for a bit to call everyone."
Stunned again.
"Listen Roy, I need to call my insurance, we'll talk later, ok?"
The phone slipped from my hands and fell to the floor. He thinks he's me? There's no way. No fucking way.
No. Fucking. Way.
When he finally came back, my fears were confirmed. He really forgot ever being himself or having the ability to swap bodies for that matter. I tried to convince him, make his memories re-appear. But nothing worked. He dismissed me and called me crazy no matter how hard I tried. At some point, he was fed up and locked himself in my room.
I was almost sobbing. This was it. I was stuck in his fucking body with no way to go back. With no other choice, I went to Roy's room and leaned against his bed. On his floor. In his body. Knowing that I will now have to live his life.
in my head Angel is very smart and adaptable and I think he'd make a good techie :) after Clouds goes bad and he leaves, Lizzie's is happy to have him on as their new resident techie - they'd had some trouble filling the position after Judy left
It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.
Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.
You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.
Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.
You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.
One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"
He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.
"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.
You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."
"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.
"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"
"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.
"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"
"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest."
"It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.
In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.
And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.
He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.
Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.
He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.
He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.
Odd.
You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.
If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.
The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.
Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.
"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.
"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.
"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.
"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.
"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.
"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.
"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.
Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."
"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.
"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."
"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."
You said nothing.
"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.
"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.
"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.
The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.
That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.
Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.
And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.
Headcanon that Shen Yuan was hotter than Shen Qingqiu, actually.
Like yeah SQQ being a cultivator gave him a boost to enough attributes + being in a stallion novel where everyone is either unrealistic hot or dog's butt ugly got the Shen Qingqiu body extra points, and he wasn't bad looking to begin with. Plus not being ill is vastly more important to the new Shen Qingqiu than those extra hotness points (Without a Cure notwithstanding). But part of the reason why he's kind of like, meh, at least I'm not hideous or anything, is because Shen Yuan's original body was a knock out.
I also like him as chronically ill, and, as many people know, beauty standards and sustained suffering are not as incompatible as they should be. Shen Yuan was conventionally attractive in part because conventional beauty standards seem to want everyone slowly dying all the time. But even setting that aside, the man had flawless bone structure, an appealing figure, captivating eyes, and the kind of voice that stopped people in their tracks.
All of which was a contributing factor to his antisocial lifestyle, actually. Despite the fact that Shen Yuan does enjoy company and requires a certain baseline of social enrichment for his enclosure, his internalized homophobia and closeting did not play well with overtures from interested parties (regardless of gender). The only way to minimize the odds of him being asked out on dates was to essentially become a shut-in, especially since even Shen Yuan can only make so many excuses before he himself starts to notice that he's going to a lot of effort to avoid specifically that avenue of socialization. Far better to just remove himself from any risk of it, and then vocally lament that oh no he's just too much of a nerd to get anywhere with women!
Anyway this largely doesn't matter much outside of sheer comedy potential for any situation where SY gets his old body/life back. Like imagine a reveal scenario where the System is going to transport them back to their old lives.
Shang Qinghua: well bro I guess this is gonna be the ultimate test of love, right?
Shen Yuan: what do you mean?
Shang Qinghua: our husbands are gonna see what we looked like back before we were glorious cultivators! they're going to have to track us down in our mundane, kinda shitty pre-transmigration lives! it's gonna be at least a little embarrassing, right?
Shen Yuan: *gets his old body back*
Shang Qinghua, normal human with average looks: ...
Shen Yuan, exemplary 11/10: ?
Shang Qinghua: what. the fuck?? bro what the fuck why are you hot???
Shen Yuan: don't make it weird
Shang Qinghua: make it weird??? why were you sitting at home reading my shitty novel when you could have been out there building your own harem???
Shen Yuan: stop exaggerating
Shang Qinghua: oh my god you've always been like this. this is it, isn't it? it wasn't even brain damage from the transmigration or something--
Shen Yuan: hey
Shang Qinghua: --you've just always been completely unaware, haven't you? every time I wrote a beautiful woman who didn't know her own appeal you'd be jumping down my throat--
Shen Yuan: because that's a stupid trope--!
Shang Qinghua: --JUMPING DOWN MY THROAT EXACTLY LIKE THAT but this whole time THIS WHOLE TIME it wasn't even a glow-up issue, you've just been that, personified, yourself--
Shen Yuan: look I know I'm not ugly but I'm not I'm hardly that good-looking
Shang Qinghua: YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO CRITICIZE THAT TROPE AGAIN! oh my god. how many broken hearts did you leave behind when you died?!
Shen Yuan: none, I wasn't even seeing anyone--
Shang Qinghua: yeah full offense but I am nottt taking your word for that. I bet you had a harem you didn't know about in this lifetime too. I bet you had a fan club, like an anime prince
Shen Yuan: *mumbling*
Shang Qinghua: what was that?
Shen Yuan: I said... only in high school...
Shang Qinghua: oh my god
Shen Yuan: it wasn't a big deal!
Shang Qinghua: *frantically trying to see if he can find any trace of it on the internet now*
summary: you find yourself in a marriage that you never wanted in the first place. your husband seems to hate you and you begin to wonder if anything you used to think of him was even true. who would have though a marriage to gojo satoru would be so difficult?
warnings: 18+ mdni, arranged marriage, misunderstandings and just not talking shit out, mentions of cheating, slight angst (with comfort), eating out (fem! receiving), fingering, gojo doesn't really know how to husband for some of it
word count: 10.9K (whoops)
note: part two is up! i really had a lot of fun writing this so reblogs and comments are always appreciated! as always, thank you to @jadeisthirsting for beta reading <3
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never did you think that youâd be stuck in a marriage to a man who didnât love you, but thereâs a first for everything.Â
you should count yourself lucky that heâs not old and bald. heâs pretty. in fact, heâs the prettiest man youâve ever seen. his eyes are the bluest, bluer than the sky. his hair mirrors the winter snows, and his back ripples with muscles whenever he fights.Â
his agility is unlike any other man. he fights swiftly and cleanly, never taking more than a couple minutes to get rid of whatever it was that stood in his way. heâs charming with his words (or so youâve heard), and he knows how to make somebody swoon if he really wants them to.Â
and he seems to despise you.
you had known gojo since you were a child, the two of you running around each other's fields as you chased him with your wooden sword. you remembered watching him in training, wishing him good luck whenever he went on a hunt. you could even remember how he would stutter whenever he tried to talk, something he must have worked on because he never seemed to stutter anymore.Â
he was always nice to you, his cheeks rosy whenever you kissed him goodbye. he was kind back then, grinning brightly whenever he saw you.Â
but as time grew and you with it, and it was only a matter of years before the two of you went your separate ways. it didnât help that once he turned thirteen he had to leave for training and fighting in whatever it was that was needed of him, but you had hoped that he would be able to write back.Â
you would send him letters whenever you could, it was tradition whenever the two of you were separated for too long to do so. each letter telling him about new experiences and embarrassing things that happened in your life, but he never responded. you liked to send one every week, sometimes including little tokens you thought he might enjoy. but you stopped sending them after the first two years and stopped asking about his whereabouts after three.Â
but you were hopeful that when you saw him that night so many months ago, heâd be civil with you. you were nervous, sure, but who could blame you? you had recently gotten news that his time to serve his clan was over and that he was finally back home. it wasnât as though the two of you had left on bad graces, so you were hopeful that he would at least remember you. but he could barely meet your eyes whenever you tried to catch him from across the room, acting as if you had never existed.Â
he looked so different since the last time you had seen him. he was taller than most of the people in the room, his white hair just as bright as it used to be. he had gained muscle mass almost everywhere, and you felt yourself wondering just how much training he had to go through to look this way. you could see him talking to a girl, a smile on his face as he tilted his head to look at her better. you gave him some time to socialize, not wanting to intrude on anything.Â
after an hour you decided that it was long enough, and tried to weave your way through the crowd to get to him. you had tried to call out to him, waving to him despite your mother quickly shoving your hand down, saying how improper it was. he heard you and you knew that he was purposely ignoring you, so you began to feel heavy-hearted after a couple of attempts at trying to catch his attention, eventually giving up.Â
and now, despite you wanting to, you canât even blame him for hating you.Â
ever since your mother caught you, alone with him, a man you hadnât seen in so long, she had swiftly and promptly proposed the idea of marriage only a few days later. it was really to save face for the two families, but it helped that this marriage would unify the two clans.Â
you were sure he had ladies lined up to marry him, and you werenât somebody he was actively trying to pursue. you didnât even know if he was in love with somebody else if he shared a connection with a girl who was surely not you and cursed you for taking that away from him.Â
not that it mattered now.Â
all you wanted was to reconcile, to catch up on all the things happening in your lives. you wanted to hear all the stories he must have racked up over the years, not for this to happen. all the things he wanted for himself were ripped away because of one night from one simple act of kindness, and so you couldnât find it in yourself to hate him for the way he acted.
you rarely come down for dinner whenever heâs there, but when you do, you feel those eyes turn icy, tracking your every movement till you sit down opposite of him. he doesnât say much, just mutters a quiet âgood eveningâ and youâre sure heâs only doing it so the maids donât start to gossip.Â
whenever your hand brushes his you feel him snap back, flexing his hand as though your touch burned him. he rarely came by to ask you about how you felt, and so you stopped trying to act kindly towards him if he didnât want anything to do with it.
any semblance of romance you had dreamed of as a young girl quickly dissipated when you realized your husband wanted nothing to do with you, so you didnât try to pursue any sort of love, deciding itâd be easier if he just did his part and you did yours so the two clans wouldnât worry.Â
he was always gone, which might be the best for the two of you. when heâs not training new men then heâs gone in a hunt. if heâs not in a hunt then heâs somewhere in his endless home, hiding away.Â
you donât know if he does this for him, for your sake, or for everybody else.Â
âdid you see your husband this morning?â one of your maids said excitedly as she tugged the undergarments over your raised arm, a gleeful smile on her face as she rambled about something gojo had done. you couldnât help but return a smile of your own, although it didnât quite meet your eyes.Â
âyes, briefly. heâs busy with having to worry about the feast,â which wasnât a total lie. youâd seen him hurriedly brush past you, quickly glancing at you as if he had forgotten you were his wife. you felt your chest tighten up with the way he glanced at your hand, and then quickly left.Â
it was only a few nights away and you knew that it was the only buzz of news anybody seemed to talk about. unfortunately, for you, it meant having to socialize with other clans. you were fine with that aspect, youâd been doing it since you were young, but this time they had a right to be nosey. you knew there would be endless questions asked about the honeymoon stage of your marriage, to which you had no answer.Â
sure, youâd been making up answers to hypothetical questions, but you didnât know what gojo would be answering with, so you were only praying some of your responses would line up.Â
for a night the two of you would have to pretend to be husband and wife, and while the people around you knew you were anything, you knew you had to commit to the role for the sake of you and your familyâs dignity.Â
but all this worrying isnât good for your head, you could already feel the pang as you squeezed your eyes to try and get rid of it. you tried to move on from your worries, going to comment on her necklace, it seemed new, but a knock interrupted you. the two of your heads popped up, looking at where the sound came from.Â
âcome in!â you called out, buttoning up the last bits of your top as you thanked myra. she nodded, bowing as she went to open the door. you could hear her faint footsteps, not bothering to look up as she greeted the person behind. you guessed it was franchesca coming with the fabric samples.Â
âsir,â you heard myra say, and your head swirled around, only to see the topic of your conversation make his way into your room, excusing your maid with a swift motion of his hand. she glanced once at you and then to him, ducking her head as she left, closing the door behind her as she left you two alone.Â
you felt heat prickle at the back of your neck as he looked at you and then to your room. the two of you slept separately, as per your request the first night. you couldnât bear the agonizing silence between the two of you, and he obliged.Â
he was dressed for sparring. he had a loose-fitting tunic on, and pants that would allow him to move freely and without constraint. it was in moments like these that you were reminded of the fact that gojo was the strongest warrior that any of the clans had seen, that the child who once splurged on sugar in his tea was capable (and has done so before) of taking down entire armies.Â
he had matured so much since what you last remembered from him. he no longer acted rashly nor spoke without thinking about what it was he wanted to say. but you still saw him eating sweets with the same fervor he did as a kid, and it never failed to make you smile, hiding it behind your hand so nobody could hear your quiet giggle.Â
it had been a while since it was just the two of you, alone, and all you could think about was that night. your cheeks heated up just thinking about it, and it seemed that gojo could tell your discomfort with the way he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair as he began to speak.Â
âgood morning,â he started, his eyes darting around, never setting on yours. it was funny if it didnât cause your heart to hurt irrevocably, at how the strongest warrior in all the land could barely look at his wife.Â
if only you knew.
âgood morning.â you offered him a quick, disingenuous smile, moving around until you found your vanity, rummaging through your laid-out earrings as you kept your back to him, not trusting your face to give you away if you were to look at him for too long.Â
you heard him take in an audible breath, but he continued whatever it was he wanted to say.Â
âwith the feast coming up, i want to clear some things with you,â you turned around, looping the earrings in as you nodded for him to continue. it was such a shame he was so stunning, effortlessly attractive as the sun caught off his cheekbones, bouncing off of his chest. he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, and you wondered if being here was just as painfully awkward for him as it was for you.Â
âwe should act like weâreâŠâ he trailed off and you felt yourself itching to leave, knowing what he meant without having to say it.Â
âin love?â you finished and he slowly nodded, gnawing on his lip as you brushed past him, going to find the mirror so you could adjust your jewelry. you could see him fidgeting in the corner, and for once you could see a hint of nervousness and unease on his features.Â
and a part of you hurt. you would never admit out loud that you harbored a crush on him for as long as you could remember. it hurt knowing that you acting like you were in love was perhaps the lost genuine form of love you could show.Â
âwhat if they ask about the night we met?â you ask after a couple of seconds, looking up from what you were doing. deep down, you knew somebody was bound to ask. even if it was just your mother who had caught the two of you alone in that garden, the news of it somehow spread (she was always one to talk).Â
he scratches his head, shrugging as he eventually settles on an idea.
âjust tell them the truth.âÂ
the truth.Â
tell them how he followed you after you had run outside, sick to your stomach after a man, who was as old as your father, had introduced himself as a possible suitor. how gojo, the most ruthless warrior in all the land, had carefully put his hands on your back as you retched, offering you a towel he had fetched from inside to clean yourself up.Â
tell them how you hadnât seen him in years but the first thing you had done was to hug him tightly. how his hands wrapped around your back as though they were the only things keeping you afloat. perhaps they were.Â
tell them how he murmured words in your hair to bring you back to reality, his thumb running up and down your arms to calm you down. how it seemed like even though it had been years since you two last saw each other, it felt so right, so normal, to be back in his arms.Â
tell them how he had looked at you with such worry, such care, unlike anybody else had looked at you, and you for once felt safe in somebodyâs arms.Â
tell them how your mother found you two in such a compromising position, with your head nestled in his chest as he tried his very best to soothe your cries. it was humiliating and embarrassing to be caught with a man you had only seen back in your teenage years, and especially so in such a vulnerable position.Â
you shake your head, scoffing at the idea, âiâll just come up with something,â was your answer and he nods along, realizing how the story would be too private to share with people you barely knew.
âand we need a reason for why,â he cleared his throat once again, pink dusting on his cheeks as his eyes dropped to your stomach. your eyes met his in the mirror, and one of your eyebrows raised, âwell, youâre not exactly looking like youâre carrying a child at the moment.âÂ
you quickly looked away, the tension in the room increasing as you moved away from the mirror, doing anything you could to keep your hands occupied. you flushed at the comment, your throat drying up as you glanced at your stomach.
the two of you have barely touched, much less been intimate with each other. you were glad he hadnât forced the idea onto you, instead, leaving it to you to bring up the topic. you only talked about it, once, the night of the marriage, and then never again. you knew that it would have to happen eventually, but you couldnât do it right now, not with your state of mind.Â
you scrambled to say something. in all honesty, you had been dreading this question. you hadnât been answering any of the letters your mother sent, and you knew people were expecting to hear the news of a pregnancy.Â
âweâll just say weâve been so busy and preoccupied with the politics of marriage that we couldnât⊠consummate.â you offered and he just shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this was the biggest inconvenience to him.Â
you knew that this marriage was brought upon quickly and before either of you could object to it, but at least you tried to hide it away. if only he hadnât acted so rashly that night, his hands on your shoulders, eyes bewildered as they racked over your figure. if only he had been more careful, or you were smarter in picking some place to be more concealed, you wouldnât be put in this position.Â
but neither of you was thinking ahead, and here you were. but he was certainly making sure that you knew of his contempt for this arrangement far more than you were. it was irritating, it scratched at your skin and ate away at your mind the more you saw each other.
âlook,â he couldnât take his eyes off of you, off of the way you were fiddling with the ring he had delicately placed on your hand so many weeks ago, âi can come up with whatever they ask, so just try your best to do the same.â you say, your voice tinged with anger, the ring on your finger acting as an anchor to the depths of the sea with the way it weighed down your movements, feeling your chest swell as he stayed silent, watching you as you opened the door.Â
âi donât-â
âum, i wonât be joining you for dinner, so donât wait on meâŠi apologize, i need to work on some things for the feastâŠhave a good day.â you swiftly murmured, shutting him in your own room as you left, your heart thumping erratically in your chest as you almost ran down the hallway.Â
you had no idea how you were going to persuade the masses that this marriage was working if you couldnât even persuade yourself.Â
---
the feast of clans came earlier than you expected.Â
you found yourself perched at the end of the table, gojo next to you, your stiff bodies mirroring each other as the people around you joyously helped themselves to the vast variety of food offered.Â
you could barely touch the meal in front of you, your stomach churning uncomfortably with the sheer number of people that surrounded you. back home, you hated these feasts, opting to leave after a couple of bites and finish the rest of what you could pocket in your room, but here, as the clan leader's wife, you had no such luxury.Â
âare you not hungry?â you looked to your side, gojo staring at your plate and then to you, his eyes squinting as he tried to decipher what you were feeling.
âi canât eat,â you murmured, playing with your utensils as you swallowed thickly, âi donât do well in large crowds.âÂ
he nodded once, looking out into the sea of bodies as he inched a little bit closer to you. he was donned in expensive fabrics, although his hair still messily fell all over. the candle that was lit in front of you had different hues of oranges and reds bouncing off of his pale skin, and if you didnât know any better, the blush on his nose and cheeks could have been from the frigid winds from outside.Â
âiâll have myra save you a plate,â he said, giving you a curt smile as he went back to eating.Â
you were momentarily taken aback by his comment, but tried not to show it, going back to fidgeting with your ring as you looked at the sea of people. nobody had thankfully come up to you and bombarded you with questions, but that didnât mean that it wasnât going to eventually happen.Â
âthank you,â you say, glancing at him and then back to your plate.Â
âanything for my wife,â he replies. itâs only for show, you remind yourself, after all, when was the last time he referred to you as such?Â
âgojo,â an old man had walked up to your table, his face lined with wrinkles and a beard, dressed in orange as he offered gojo his hand to shake, âiâm glad to see that you finally settled down.â
gojo blushed deeply, trying to offer him a smile as he motioned to you.Â
âitâs hard to resist marriage when such a woman offers it.â he says, and you feel your eyes widen as you try to laugh off his statement.Â
âyes,â the old man chuckles, eyeing the two of you. he looked familiar, and you were sure you had seen him around these sorts of gatherings before, âit was only a matter of time before it happened. we all knew just how much you liked her back when you were children.â
the two of you sputtered on your coughs, and you felt a little smile grow on your face as gojo did what he could to usher the man away.Â
you could tell with the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat that gojo wasnât expecting that, and before you could realize what you were doing you found yourself talking.Â
âiâm not a fan of feasts.â you quickly said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. itâs not like you felt you owed him an explanation, but you said it regardless.Â
gojo looked up from his plate, grabbing his cup so he could wash down his bite.Â
âany feast?â he asked, and you could feel the way the air shifted. he was glad you brought up a different topic.Â
âoneâs as big as this,â you twisted your ring back and forth on your finger subconsciously, âi get nervous in big crowds.â
âi remember,â a small smile grew on his face as he thought back to when the two of you were children, âyou would hide under the tables and force me to come with you.âÂ
you chuckled, blood rushing to your ears at the fact that he remembered this about you. it was the bare minimum of what you remembered from him, but you had convinced yourself that he had washed every memory of your last selves from his mind.Â
a rush of distant memories came to your head; nights spent under the tables, laughing as you two tried to keep your voices down as you tried to dodge the feet. you could still hear his whispers of staying quiet, trying to sneak out so he could smuggle in some pastries for you to eat.
âthe adults scared me; they were always loud and insistent on asking personal questions.â
âlike they are now?â he replied back, a tilt in his voice as you nodded feverishly.Â
âyes!â you covered your mouth with your hand as you let out a laugh, a genuine one as you tried to look as put together as you could, âi swear, itâs even worse than when we were young. just the other day a wet nurse came to me and told me the best positions to get into when giving birth!â it really was a mortifying moment, your eyes darting all around as the old lady even took it upon herself to demonstrate the movements, but gojo didnât seem to mind, laughing along with you. his eyes twinkled as they took in your giggly state, years since he had last seen you like this.Â
âi feel like i should apologize,â he starts, having to cover his own infectious smile as he ducks down his head in shame, âi had her sent up to your chambers.â
your mouth dropped open in shock, lightly smacking his arm as he grinned at the look on your face.
âto mortify me so that i would never leave?â your thumb moves your ring back and forth and gojo watches you as you do it.Â
âyou seemed sick at breakfast, but i guess she thought it was a different sort of sickness.â gojo tells you as he cuts off some of his meat, not knowing just how much his words affected you.Â
you had forgotten how simple and easy conversations were with gojo. although this was under a guise to fool people, you felt at ease with him, as if you didnât have to be on guard with your emotions when he was around.Â
âdo you still want to hide under the table now?â he asked a couple of seconds later, chewing on a potato as you shrugged, looking around before your lips grew into an apologetic smile.Â
ââŠyes,â you admitted bashfully and he smiled at your honest response.Â
âif you want to hide, iâll-â
âsatoru!â a booming voice interrupted your endless spiral of thoughts as the two of you glanced upwards at the sound, âitâs been too long!âÂ
a man with hair as dark as night and a smile wider than any ocean had come up to your table. he was the first one to do so all night, but gojo didnât seem bothered by it. he seemed to smile, crescents forming around his eyes as he took his friend's hand.
âtoo long,â he emphasized with a charming grin, motioning to you and then back to the man in front of you as if he suddenly remembered the two of you and never met, âsuguru, this is my wife, y/n. y/n, this is one of my oldest friends.âÂ
you extended your hand outwards and the man, suguru, took it, placing a soft kiss on the back of it as he shot you a playful smile. he wasnât at the wedding, but then yet again, it was a rather quick one. the only people who had attended were your families.Â
âitâs a pleasure to meet you.â he greeted, and you nodded in agreement, sitting back down next to gojo. you felt his long fingers reach for yours, enveloping your hand in his as your heart sputtered at the touch.Â
âlikewise,â you answered and the man grinned politely before he slightly tilted his head, looking at the two of you sitting next to each other.Â
âheâs not bothering you, is he? i know satoru can be fiendish when he wants to be, so call for me and iâll take care of him.â he teased and you could only smile tightly and laugh along, gojoâs fingers slightly tightening around yours as he moved your hand to rest on his thigh.Â
âi can take care of him when heâs fiendish. i just have to take the sugar away, right?â suguru snorted and gojo glared, but it was playful the way he looked at you.Â
his hands were warmer than you would have expected. you could feel the indents of calluses on his fingertips, could feel his thumb moving back and forth on your skin in a calming sort of manner. he didnât look over at you as he did it, playing it off as second nature.Â
âi apologize for not having much time to get to know you, but i have something i need to talk to gojo about. would you mind? it will only take a minute?â he asked, and gojo let go of your hand at the time of his friend's voice. you had to control your urge to roll your eyes, shifting in your seat as you motioned for suguru to talk to your husband, watching as he stood from his seat, leaving with the man as they went somewhere a little more secluded.Â
you watched as gojo leaned down to hear whatever it was that suguru was whispering in his ear, pulling back with a frown on his face. he snapped something that only caused suguru to reel back, cast a quick glance at you, and then shake his head in clear annoyance.Â
you saw gojo look up, his eyes landing on somebody from across the room, and you followed his stare, only to land on a girl.Â
she wore a dark yellow tunic and skirt, colors from a neighboring clan. you hadnât seen her before, but that didnât mean she wasnât known. just one look at the men surrounding her and you could pick up on their lovesick expressions.Â
she motioned for gojo to come to her with a bend of her finger, slyly brushing her hair out of her face to make it look as though it was nothing, exiting from the dining area and vanishing into one of the halls.Â
you looked down in case either of the men glanced over to see if you were staring. your eyes pierced through the meat on your plate, bile rising up your throat.Â
you gave yourself some time, counting up to a minute before you looked back to where suguru and gojo were, finding suguru standing alone. you looked at where the girl was and saw a flash of white hair before it disappeared, your heart sinking as you glanced back at suguru, only to find him looking at you.Â
you looked back at your plate, picking up a knife and fork as you stabbed the meat. you couldnât keep anything down but itâs best to pretend.
---
gojo didnât return until half an hour later, and you refused to talk to him.Â
âdid anybody bombast you with questions?â he teased, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. he didnât seem to pick up on your darkened mood as your fingers dug into your dress.Â
âi had a woman ask me if you had disappeared with your mistress, but that was it.â you remarked, silence filling the void between the two of you and you realized that all you had thought of him was crumbling down.Â
you didnât care for your image anymore, giving curt answers to any questions somebody had asked. you could feel his stare on the side of your face but you didnât humor him in looking over, focusing on your plate instead.Â
so what if he was seeing somebody else? you would have been naive to think that he wouldnât wander. the two of you barely touched each other.Â
once all the guests had left over the course of the following days, you did everything you could to steer away from gojo.Â
you no longer came down for breakfast or dinner, choosing to eat in your own quarters. if he wanted to have his own secrets, he could do whatever he pleased.Â
though you rarely saw suguru after the feast, he did try to talk to you the morning after it took place. he cornered you after you had left from breakfast, his once playful demeanor turned serious as you tried your best to end the conversation.Â
âwhat you saw last night-â
âis none of my business,â you finished, raising your hand as you cut him off, âif gojo has his own private matters to deal with, iâm indifferent to them all.âÂ
âyou know thatâs not what it was.â his hand hovered over your arm, careful not to touch you but not wanting you to leave either.Â
âi ruined his life, didnât i?â you tilted your head a bit in questioning. after all, thatâs all you could hear from the women who gossiped as they folded the laundry, or behind the hands of the girls who watched you and gojo interact and the mothers who wanted their daughters to be set up with him only sneered at you from across the tables.Â
âyouâŠwhereâd you get that from?â his brows scrunched together in confusion as you scoffed, hoping he couldnât see the tears welling in the corner of your eyes at the sting of your own words.Â
âi can see it on his face. if gojo wants to have his own affairs, he can have them. itâs not like weâre in love. hopefully, i find my own way out so that the two of us look happier and this marriage looks somewhat presentable to the public.âÂ
you didnât want to see the look on his face, but youâre sure he reported this all back to gojo because he didnât look at you once after it.Â
you heard from a maid a week later that he was gone for another meeting with a clan, a southern one from what you picked up, and that you should probably go and wish him some luck.Â
leading up to the night of his departure you anxiously paced around your room, your feet padding on the floor as your nightgown swished behind you.Â
you hadnât talked to gojo at all that day, and purposefully so.Â
it was petty, you know it was, to not want to see him, but a part of you still aches when you look back on that night. at how he didnât explain where he was even after you asked, at how it was suguru he had sent to fix his dirty work for him.Â
ây/n?â a muffled voice came from outside your door.Â
your head shot up at the familiar sound, quietly dragging yourself out from your bed as you grabbed the candle, hovering on the other side as you waited for him to say something else.Â
âare you awake?â you heard a soft thud from his side, almost as if his head or arm had hit the door.Â
you didnât answer, still, waiting.Â
âiâm leaving tomorrow and i wanted to see you before i left.â your heart skipped at his words, careful not to make a sound as you near the door.Â
âif youâre sleeping i wonât bother you anymore but if youâre not,â you could hear the old stutter he had coming back, his words meshing together as he tried to regain control, âand youâre choosing to stay quiet, iâŠâ he sighed, his forehead thumping down as he rested it on the door, âi wanted to apologize for the feast. i shouldnât have left you alone, and if youâd open the door, i would explain whyâŠâ he could see the flicker of the candle from underneath the crack, and saw the way it blew away, darkness following suit.Â
you walked back to your bed, turning your back to the door as you set the candle down on your table.Â
âgoodnight,â his voice was quieter than before, and you felt guilty, but pushed the bitter feeling down.
a couple of seconds later you heard him let out a sigh of defeat, his footsteps leading away from your bedroom as you curled into yourself, hoping you would let your heart stop taking control of what your head should be doing.Â
---
gojo didnât return for a while, and you grew more impatient by the day.Â
it normally took him and his men a week at maximum, and once two had passed, you felt yourself growing uneasy.Â
you tried to act as passive as you could, but even myra could pick up on your growing apprehension. you have never voiced your worries over your husband before, but she knew this wasnât like any other time.Â
when you went to bed, the only thing you could dream about was that night, your brain re-running the images as you tossed and turned.Â
âare you alright?â he asked, his hands on your elbows as you could barely speak, your blurry vision impairing your sight. you could only see a mop of white in the darkness, your stomach betraying you as you tried to keep the sick down.Â
âi donât feel too good,â you mumbled, trying to put some distance between the two of you as you pushed him away, only to feel him coming closer as he placed a hand on your forehead and then to your cheeks.Â
âyouâre burning up,â he muttered under his breath, guiding you gently so that you wouldnât trip over your feet.Â
âiâm sorry, you can go back inside, i donât want to keep you out here.â you were slurring your words as you tried not to throw up on him. you wiped at your eyes so that you could see him better, only to reel back in utter shock to see the face of your childhood friend frowning down at you.Â
your mouth formed in the shape of his name, going to say something else, before you hunched over, feeling his strong hands pat your back and keep the hair out of your face as you felt your world tilt on its axis.Â
you ate your dinner at the table, eyeing his empty seat as you tried to shove his last night out of your mind. you shouldnât feel this way, especially about a man who feels nothing towards you, but your little heart was churning in its confines the more you let yourself think about it.
sitting in the same spot where the feast took place only brought back the venomous taste in your mouth, and so you pretended that you were back home, eating somewhere without the worry of your life weighing you down like a thousand weights on your shoulders.Â
myra tried her best to distract you, but she could see the distant look in your eyes, how your voice never seemed too genuine. she began to worry for you, but it seemed like your mind was fixed on one thing.Â
until you found yourself pacing around your room, just like you were the night you last heard of him, playing with the ring on your finger as the moon carded through your window.Â
âmy lady,â you heard myra through the door, her voice shaky and a bit more on edge than usual, âthereâs-â but before she could finish it slammed open, revealing the man youâd been biting your nails over, standing in the flesh.
his eyes were a dark blue, squinted as they looked right through you. his chest heaved as he looked like he was trying to catch his breath. you could see the streaks of blood that lined his usually clean clothes, the red that stained his cheeks and jaw.Â
he looked feral, and it was throwing you off balance.Â
âout.â he snapped at myra, and before you could scold him for his tone she fled, the door shutting roughly behind her.Â
the two of you could only stare at each other. you didnât know what to think after weeks of uselessly worrying over him, not knowing about his well-being, to see him here, in front of you, but looking different than he ever had.Â
âare you alright?âÂ
you could barely get it out, the works sticking on your tongue as you took a tentative step forward, not knowing what to do with his state of being.Â
he eyed the blood on his shirt, wiping at his cheeks as if he had forgotten it was there. he didnât look too dirty, less dirty than one would expect from a five week endeavor through the woods, but he didnât look too good either.Â
âyou were awake.â is all he says, his chest still moving up and down as though he couldnât breathe properly.Â
âthat night i came by, you were awake. i saw your candle, i heard your footsteps.â he says this as though itâs fighting its way out of his mouth as if itâs all he could think about to tell you.Â
âi,â you pretend that you donât care, shrugging, âi wasnât up to talk.âÂ
âyou were with suguru.â he snaps, his tone shocking you, and he steps back as if he had shocked himself. he jammed his palms into his eyes, tilting his head upwards before he looked back at you.Â
âfor five weeks you were all i could think about. i wanted to come back, i wanted to tell you what i felt but we kept running into issues with other tribes and clans.âÂ
âwhat could you possibly think about that occupied your mind for five weeks?â you so desperately wanted your voice to come out strong but it sounded weak, as though you were hanging off of his every syllable.Â
âyou had told suguru that you were going to find yourâŠown way out,â he took a step forward, and here you could see the scratches on his chest, the cuts on his arms, âi was praying to every god there was that you hadnât found somebody in these past weeks, that you hadnâtâŠâ
you could barely believe his words, not knowing if you should feel offended, shocked, worried, or a mix of all those three.Â
âwhat business would it be to you if i did?â you hate that this was the response you settled on. hurt flashed across his face but he tried to regain his composure.Â
âyou are my wife-â
âand you are my husband!â you snapped and watched as he was momentarily taken aback by your outburst, but you continued your nose flaring, âyou cannot argue with me on this when you left with some girl in the middle of our feast!â you felt all your emotions finally pouring out and you had no control over them, âeverybody was talking about it, everybody was looking at me in pity!â your voice cracked, tears poking at your eyes as you pointed an accusatory finger at him.Â
gojo looked down, running a hand through his hair as he pointed a finger back.Â
âif you had let me explain myself, you would have known that she was trying to do what you thought she was. i left as quickly as i could but you would barely look at me!â you wanted to rip your hair out, cursing yourself for ever feeling any sort of worry for this man.Â
âi know that this marriage was the last thing you wanted but at least you could play the part of a husband! you didnât send a single note, anything to tell us that you were okay, that you were alive!â you heaved, fidgeting with your ring as you wiped at your cheeks, âand you come back here accusing me of adultery? all everybody could talk about was the fact that you were warming somebody elseâs bed! they said a meeting never takes this long unless somethingâŠsomebody else comes up.â your voice wobbles at the end, and you find yourself furiously rubbing your tears away, hiding your sniffing as though that would do anything. Â
he paused upon seeing you cry, his face falling as he tried to step forward but you angled yourself away from him, hoping heâd get the hint.Â
he wanted to hold you, to tell you that all the rumors you were hearing were false and that the only room he had left in his heart was for you. but he couldnât blame you for feeling or thinking this way. hell, he was so sure that heâd open the door to find another man comforting you that he didnât even stop to consider what must have been going through your head all these weeks.Â
âone of the clans tried to attack us, and we werenât ready for it. that is why we took so long.âÂ
you sniffle again, not caring for his explanation although it did soothe a part of your past self.Â
âyou could have at least sent a letter telling me what happened,â you fidget with your ring, your thumb running over the diamond, âeverybody asked me questions that i should have had answers to, but i had no idea where you were or what you were doingâŠâ he nods, his lips pressed into a thin line as he agreed with you.Â
âyou're right,â his voice was thick with emotion, the words slurring in his mouth as he found himself anchored in place, not knowing what to do. but you were rambling, your thoughts going on and on and you couldnât stop yourself.Â
ââŠbut i know you donât like letters, so the least you could have done was send a parchment saying iâm alive or something like that.â you rub at your nose again, feeling like all the weeks of worry weâre coming to a standpoint.Â
he looked confused now, if anything, and scratched at his jaw.Â
âwhat do you mean?âÂ
you scoff at the audacity, rolling your eyes as you feel anger prickle at your skin.Â
âyou never once responded to any of my letters. in my eyes, that must mean you have some sort-â
âletters? what letters?âÂ
you glance at him, taking in his shaking form.Â
âcome on gojo,â you feel embarrassed as he urges you to speak, having to spell it out for him, his eyes pleading with you to continue, âthe ones from when you left for training.â
his mouth opens and then closes, looks at the ground and then back up to you as he shakes his head. you could hear your fireplace crackling in the background. the only sounds circling the room were the pops of ember and your breathing.Â
âiâŠâ he feels like thereâs cotton in his mouth, hoping that youâre lying, âi never got any letters.âÂ
the fire crackled once again and you could almost hear a pin drop as you shook your head vehemently at his statement.Â
ân-no, no you did. i wrote to you every week, i sent one every week for two years and you never responded and my mother said that you must have forgotten about meâŠâ and you trail off, the tears in your eyes stoning as he furiously wipes at his own eyes, and for the first time since you had seen him fall down when he was a kid, you saw his own tears staining his cheeks.Â
ânobody gave me your letters. i thought that you,â he takes a deep breath, tongue poking inside his cheek as he tried to control himself, âi thought that you didnât care for me anymore.âÂ
you hug your midsection, your emotions running wild at his words.Â
âi was under the impression that you hated me.â you admit, and he looks as though you stabbed him through the heart. if only others could see the powerful warrior now, stripped bare to his conscience and all he could think about was you.Â
âwhyâŠwhy would you think such a thing?â you two inch closer without knowing it, longing to touch each other, wanting to know that the other was really there and that this wasnât a figment of your imaginations.Â
âgojo, you could barely looked at me that night at the gala and now it seems as though you, well, look at you - youâre flushed!â youâre grasping at straws, motioning towards his face, twinged with pink as you rub at your nose, âyou seem angry whenever i am near-âÂ
âthe only person i am angry at is myself.â gojo whispers, but his voice echoed around the expanse of your skull.Â
âyes, iâm aware,â you feel cold despite the fire in the corner, your tone carrying an air of know as you scorn, âi know the last thing you expected by comforting me was a marriage but-âÂ
âyou think i am angry because i married you?â he was moving closer, his hands shaking, his eyes wet. you could see the ring on his finger glow in the dim light of the fireplace, how it shined brighter than any of the night skies, âthe only good thing that has happened to me these last few months was being able to introduce myself as your husband. i know that i stripped you bare of any love you may have had for any other man, but call me selfish for feeling glad that i did.âÂ
you could barely focus on what was happening, his words sinking deep into your skin, going to your bones.Â
âi told myself that you had forgotten about me those years i left. when i saw you that night i was so sure you had come with the intention of finding a suitor that i didnât want to distract you, but then i saw that man come up to youâŠâ and he couldnât finish, choking on his words as he stuttered, and you saw a glimpse of the boy you had fallen in love with so long ago.Â
âand i followed you out. if i knew that simply being alone with you would have gotten me married to you then i would have cornered you in a closet the moment i saw you enter the dining hall.âÂ
a tear rolls down your chin, splattering on the ground beneath you as you struggle to make sense of what he was saying. it felt as though the months of being married to him were weeks spent pacing around your own rooms, thinking the same worried thoughts, and not having the strength to confront each other about it.Â
âyouâŠyou donât hate me?â your voice is timid, almost not believing yourself as the statement tumbled out. gojo had the audacity to laugh a bit, shaking his head as strands of his hair fell into his face.Â
âmy every waking moment is spent thinking of you. when i was in training, you were all i could dream about, hoping that when iâd come home i could finally have you to myself.Â
âyou have control over my emotions, my mind, my soul, and i cursed myself for taking away your options for a husband, but the only thing iâve wanted to do these past few weeks was to hold you in my arms. to tell you just how deeply i yearn for your love back.âÂ
he wiped at his cheeks, glistening in the faint light. he looked angelic, despite the grime and blood that decorated his clothing. you didnât want to think about the men he had killed just to come back, to come back to you, and the thought of ever losing him hurt you more than when you spent nights wondering why he never responded to any of your letters.Â
you couldnât stop your feet from leading you toward him, and you could only watch as he met you in the middle, catching you with all his strength, holding you as if you weighed nothing, and it only took a few seconds before your lips collided.Â
it was rushed, and messy as you felt his hands holding you as if you carried the weight of the universe. your teeth clashed, your tears staining each other's skin as your hands gripped at his hair, using it for leverage as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the whimper that escaped your lips when he nipped at yours.Â
it was what years of longing and desperation felt like. how it felt like you two just molded into each other as if your bodies were cut out with the other in mind. you felt like your heart was about to stop beating, and you knew gojo felt the same with the way heâd whine against your lips, wanting you more than you could have ever imagined.Â
âweâve been stupid people, havenât we?â you whispered as you pulled away, trying to catch your breath as he smiled against you. if only you knew just how much heâd been wanting to kiss you like this, to see your swollen lips as you looked at him from beneath your eyelashes. you were his venus, his only saving grace, and he could only vex himself for ever making you feel anything but love.Â
âvery, â he pressed a kiss to the corner of your eyes, âvery,â to your nose, âstupid,â his lips were on your cheeks, feeling like he was breathing in new air at the sound of your laughter, âpeople.â he pressed his lips to yours again, cherishing in the way you whined at the harshness.Â
he had spent months convincing himself that you no longer cared for him. weeks of perilous training to only come back to a bed and dream of a girl who didnât share his emotions when in reality you did. he wants to track down the letters you had sent him, to read every word carefully, as if each sentence carried its own riddle inside of it. he wanted to apologize for never having the honor of experiencing your skilled penmanship, for leading you to believe that he had simply forgotten about you.Â
âgojo,â your fingers curl in his tunic, your heat transferring, trying to be rational in such an irrational state of being, âyouâre bleeding, i should call for the doctor.â he didnât stop kissing your face, moving to your jaw as he smiled hearing you shudder.Â
âitâs not my blood,â he murmured and you wanted to smack him for how cocky he sounded, âand donât call me gojo.â he nipped at your lips again.Â
âhusband?â you found yourself smiling at the title, but he shook his head. you saw how he was trying to hide his own grin.Â
âsire?â you tested it out teasingly, hating how it sounded. he seemed to agree with the way he grimaced at the name.Â
âmy lord?â he wanted to bottle up your laughter forever, knowing he could get drunk off of the sound. his nose nudged up at your jaw, pressing wet kisses wherever he could.Â
âhmm, what about my liege?â you're curling a strand of his hair around your fingers letting him settle you down on your vanity as you spread your legs so he could slot between them.Â
âmy men call me that.â he says, cringing as it falls off your mouth. you pretend to think, not knowing how you were able to live without this banter for as long as you did.Â
âsatoru?â you felt breathless saying it after so long. but he still didnât seem to find it satisfactory enough, a pout on his lips as he wanted you to find a better one.Â
âclose, but only when youâre angry with me.â you tuck that information in the back of your mind for if you ever need to scold him, your cheeks flushed as he interlocks his fingers through yours.Â
ââtoruâŠ?â his lips broke into a giddy smile, and you had to control yourself as he swooped back in for a kiss. his eyes were so much softer when he laughed, the kind ones you fell in love with so many nights ago.Â
âthere it is,â his voice was husky, raw as your fingers gripped at the baby hairs at his nape. he was taking your air away with him and you couldnât find it in yourself to fight back for it.Â
âi forgot how cheeky you can be,â you bite your lip to keep the moans inside, feeling feverish as his tongue ran over his love marks, not knowing what to do yourself as you scrambled to grab onto something to keep you afloat.
âyou have no idea how much self-control itâs taken not to ravage you,â his breath is hot on your skin, and heâs tugging at your shirt, fingers slightly brushing upon your breasts, âevery night youâd come down for dinner i wanted something different to eat.â
âstoppp,â you mewled, not used to this. he chuckles as his slender fingers work to untie the knot keeping you together, tugging at the string until it falls, revealing your naked chest, heaving as the fabric pooled at your hips.Â
you wanted to cover yourself up under his heavy gaze, to take the fabric and hide, but you felt pierced by his stare. his eyes darted to yours as if checking to see if you were okay. when you gave him a timid nod, it seemed as though it prompted him to finally move.Â
his fingers were gentle as they ran across your waist, large as they covered the soft of your stomach, eager as they went upwards. he looked like he was crazed and starved, as if you were his last meal and he couldnât wait for the sweetness death would give.Â
your breath stuttered as his fingers found your mounds, rubbing a soothing thumb over your nipples as his pupils grew. he was eager as he flicked them over and over, a cheshire grin growing as they hardened under his touch.Â
âyouâre perfect,â he murmured, dropping down so he could suckle at your tits, his spit shining in the light of the fire, and you tilted your head back, soft moans escaping as his tongue drew circles around your buds.Â
âf-fuck, âtoru, thatâs,â you couldnât even finish your sentence, his second hand coming to cup your other tit, not wanting to leave her unattended as he sucked and bruised, wanting to forever leave his mark on your untainted skin.Â
âgood?â heâs so cocky, and you want to smack the smug smirk off his devilishly handsome face.Â
his knee is purposefully rubbing against your clothed clit, and you feel yourself subconsciously rubbing yourself against it. you hope that he canât feel how drenched you are from him just sucking your tits, but he pinches you, pressing his tongue flat against your skin as he looks up through his lashes.
âhorny from just me touching you?â heâs teasing you, itâs so painful the way you want, need him like oxygen. you tug on his hair roughly, bringing his spit-soaked lips back to yours as you bite down on his lower one, enjoying the groan you draw out from him.Â
âdonât be mean âtoru,â you taunt, and you feel him melt in your fingers, nodding to your request as he lowers himself down.Â
he presses wet kisses down your torso, stopping just above your hips, his fingers hooking along the rim of your underwear, being careful and slow in his movements as he waits for any objections, making sure youâre okay with this.Â
but you were in your own world, hitching your leg over his shoulders, drawing him in closer to you, sweat dotting your forehead as he licks a stripe over the cotton on your pussy, smiling to himself at the taste of you.Â
you were so sweet, sweeter than any desert heâd indulge himself on. he was sure that once he had a taste of you heâd be able to repent, to go before any god, and to tell them that you were his religion.
he had spent countless nights, tossing and turning in his bed, the only thing putting him to sleep being the idea of coming home to you. running after you that night was him running home to you, regardless of where you were. he was glad he got your hand in marriage, but if he had to, heâd wait another ten years just to hold you in his arms again.
he peels your underwear off, a string of your arousal connecting to it, and he tucks it in his pants, for safekeeping.Â
âyouâre going to be the death of me.â he says against your heat, his nose rubbing against your clit as your eyes wring shut in pleasure. his hands grip your thighs, making sure you stay in place as he kitten licks around where you need him the most.Â
âdonât letâŠdonât let any of your enemies hear,â your voice comes out in bits, your hand resting on the back of his head as your leg tightens around him, âdonât want them to come after me or something.âÂ
he snorts, pinching your thighs as if anybody could come within a ten feet radius of you without losing an eye.Â
his lips come closer to where you desperately want him, a finger prodding at your tight entrance, his tongue finding your clit as he begins to suck.Â
itâs all too much, the sensations far better than your own fingers have ever proved to be.Â
his fingers are skilled, long enough that they reach deep within you. he sinks one fully in, your walls clamping around him as he continues sucking your clit, his teeth grazing it every so often, making your head thump against the wall.Â
âtalk to me, how do you feel?â his mouth discontented from your bud and you whine at the loss. he sinks in another finger to make up for it, but he doesnât move them, waiting for your response.Â
ââs good,â one of your hands is fisting your discarded robe, trying to hold onto your senses as you desperately nod, âdonât stop âtoru, please,â and he obliges, loving the sounds of your begging, but loving the sound of your pleasures more.Â
his fingers stretch you open and you welcome the sting, your nails digging into him as you long for more.Â
he switches his mouth with his hand every now and then, his tongue taking the place of his fingers as it licks at you, groaning at your taste as he eats you out with his entire being, his chin shining with your essence and his spit as his thumb rubs furiously at your clit.Â
âmmhhh, just like that, fuck!â youâve never heard your voice at this pitch, never knew it was possible to feel this way. his other hand reaches up to flick at your nipple, the extra sensation making white dot around your vision.Â
you feel yourself getting closer to the sweet release, feel your wall clamp around him even tighter as that knot in your stomach builds to a crescendo.Â
âcome on, let go fâme, know you want to, know you can.â he spurs you on, his fingers unrelenting as they piston in and out of you, reaching that gummy spot that makes you go dumb.
âfuck, âtoru, mâgonna, mâgonna come!â you cry out and youâre sure anybody walking past you could hear the debauchery. your thighs were starting to shake and you felt it all go black as you reached your high, your orgasm washing over you unlike anything youâve ever felt.Â
you creamed around his fingers, gushing around him as you wailed out, tears dotting your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. you squeezed around him, wanting to never lose what this felt like, trying to catch your breath as his mouth never stopped sucking at your nub before he was sure your climax was over.Â
when he finally pulled away the only thing that could be heard was the two of you, trying to come back down as stupid smiles made their way onto each of your faces.Â
he was boyishly charming as he stood in front of you, licking yourself off of his fingers as he grinned at the taste. you couldnât be bothered to be embarrassed after having him just between your legs, but you still felt a heat blossom in your chest.Â
âsoâŠâ you awkwardly start, sweat dripping down your face from just how hot the room had suddenly gotten as you avert your gaze, âwhat now?âÂ
he shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact that his heart was about to beat itâs way out of his chest. you let him pick you off of the vanity and tucked you safely away into his chest as he led you to your bed, gently setting you down in your mountain of pillows and blankets as you felt sleep etch away at you.Â
âiâm going to clean you up,â he pressed a kiss to your hair, smiling at the way you giddy smiled at whatever he did, a dopey grin on your face as your hand searched for his, interlocking you fingers with his as if you didnât want to watch him go, âif you let me.âÂ
you yawn, your head tilting as he sat down at the edge of your bed, still not letting go of your hand as your fingers run through the soft pelts beneath you.Â
âand what about you?â your chin points the obvious hard-on growing in his pants. he looks down as if suddenly realizing, and he plays it off by looking back up to you with a wink. you felt your mouth going dry at the size of it, not knowing if you could even be able to take something as big as that.Â
âfor another day,â he promises, and youâre sure heâs not going to forget it. not like you want him to.
âand then?âÂ
your question lingers in the air. you donât want to wake up to him acting like this never happened, as if your feelings were only a figment of your wildest dreams. but his eyes hold onto yours, never letting go as he brushes some strays away from your face.Â
âand then i get a bigger bed for my room because thereâs no way iâm letting you sleep here alone after this.â his thumb runs along the palm of your hand, his fingers tracing patterns into the soft of your legs.Â
âand then?âÂ
âand then you tell me all the things i missed out on when i was gone. iâll tell you about the time suguru shaved my head, and youâll tell me about anything on your mind.âÂ
âwhat if i run out of things to say?â sleep is overtaking your voice, and youâre already nodding off, not even truly knowing what you were asking.Â
âthen iâll make up stories so that youâre not bored.â he finds a clean towel, soaking it in water from a nearby pitcher as he drags it slowly across your body, as if your fragile and made of porcelain.Â
âhow do i know youâre not a dream? you might just be,â you yawn, rubbing at your eyes as your finger traces his ring, âyou might just be my own mind tricking me.â your eyes are shutting, but the teasing smile on your face never leaves.Â
âbecause a dream wouldnât hide under a table with you if you asked.â he whispers, kissing your lips with a soft peck as he pulls the blanket over you, letting you sleep into a slumber as he crawls in next to you, holding you to his chest just as he did that night, just as he will every night from now on, and just as he longed for those nights he wished you next to him.
"it's good, isn't it." he chuckles, sending vibrations to your cute. you're spread out on the bed with geto's head in between your thighs. he kisses your clit gently before sucking it in his mouth. you whine, no matter how many times you've done it, he had always made you cum so hard. geto wraps his arms around your thighs, burying himself deeper into your cunt. he smacks his lips, licking around his mouth. in his mind, there's nothing better than being in between your legs and he would die here if he could. his breathing is hard because of how eagerly he eats out out.
"i want to try something today." he says, a smile forming on his lips. he pats him fingers against your opening, smirking at the sound they make.
"i could drown here." he jokes and you snort at his comment, pushing his head between your legs again.
"don't be a brat, sweets and let me do what i want." his smile is contagious and genuine, making you feel warm inside. geto finally pushes one of his fingers inside of you. it's easy for it to go in with you being this wet, so soon another finger joins the first. he rubs gently around your walls and you think about what he might do. he usually prepares you for his cock by fingering you but you know he loves eating you out and fucking you more than making you fall apart on his fingers. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in circles. you whine and moan, your body relaxing at his gentle touches.
"here we go, sweetheart." he says and his fingers suddenly change their pace. he hooks his fingers on your sweet spot, rubbing it in rapid pace. your back arches of the bed and slutty moans exit your mouth.
"suguru, slow down." you gasp, tears spilling out of your eyes. he abuses your insides, every thrust of his fingers better than the other. your pussy sounds even wetter than before and you feel embarrassed. the room is filled by the sounds of your pussy and your slutty moans.
"are you gonna cum?" he coos, kissing your lower tummy. you nod your head, unable to say anything. he licks at your clit, his fingers still hammering inside. your legs trash around his head as you cum, juices spraying everywhere. you squirting catches geto of guard as he gets his face covered by your juices. the fountain of your juices stop but you're still shaking and spamming around his fingers. he presses his hand down on your tummy to stop your rapid movements.
"oh my god," he chuckles, wiping the wetness of his face, "are you okay, love?"
"better than ever." you reply, breathing heavily. the whole orgasm drained you off all of your energy.
"let's go wash up, baby. my hair is so wet from your juices."
"im sorry, sugu."
"don't be, you're gonna do it again soon. i want it. "
contains: established relationship, a bit suggestive at one point
short continuation of Nip Slip 18+
It's been a while since the two of you started dating. Approximately three months, two days and forty-three minutes. But who's keeping count?
During your time together, you've come to learn many things about the blond ticking time bomb:
One, he's a very organized and clean guy. He has to-do lists separated into categories in his phones' notepad app, a strict schedule he follows everyday to stay in shape â not that he needs it, but getting to brag about being able to lift you up certainly strokes his ego â and an extremely neat room that stays neat no matter what. He brushes his teeth three times a day, eats healthy meals, has a proper skincare routine and smells of sweet caramel even when he's dripping with sweat coming back from the gym or from an intense training session with your classmates. ln short, his hygiene is top notch.
Two, he's a little bit of a gym freak. Not that you'd ever mind, you even find it hot most of the time, but sometimes he gets provoked by his other gym buddies, mainly Kirishima and Kaminari, to try out all sorts of exercises with you on his back. Push-ups, squats, even yoga poses, literally anything they can think of just to see if it'd work. You've fallen on your ass more than he'd like, or care, to admit. Not because he wasn't strong, no, but because you cannot concentrate on holding onto him for the life of you, always getting distracted by the way his muscles flex and how he grunts from exertion. It's a sight for sore eyes, strands of hair sticking to his forehead while his usually spiky hair dampens and falls down beautifully, framing his face. It reminds you of your first night together, so of course you wouldn't be able to pay attention to anything else. You don't mention how incredibly good he looks in his compression shirts. Yes, he bought multiple after you oggled him up and hinted at loving the way they fit muscly men.
And last but not least, he's clingier than anyone you've ever met which is a stark, and quite frankly adorable, contrast to his sharp appearance. You're working on some assignments? He's bringing you food and making himself comfortable on your bed while putting on a weird dating show on the TV, occasionally checking up on you to remind you to take breaks. You're going for a quick grocery run? He doesn't waste a second to throw on whatever clothes he can find and join you, walking around the store with the shopping cart and imagining you two as a married couple well into your marriage shopping for your little family. You're taking a bath? Scooch over, he's helping you wash your hair and back. You're feeling sad? He's bringing your favorite ice cream and listening to you vent while gently running his hands over your face, back, thighs, arms, anywhere to soothe you. He cradles your face when your sobbing gets louder, pressing his forehead against yours to help ground you into reality, to snap yourself out of your worries by murmuring âI'm here, baby,â or âI got youâ. All in all, he's a big softie for you.
He often shows his affection through his actions, but sometimes when the two of you are alone and in the silence of your bedrooms, he pushes his embarrassment aside and spills his heart out. He vents about hero work, about how he doesn't think he's good enough, or rather, nice enough to be a hero, always ending up berating people to hide his true intentions and words. It's something he's always struggled with, but he's been working on it constantly with you, his friends, and in therapy. He tells you everything about what happened during his time in highschool, how the man literally died for a minute, and how much that impacted his life onwards. You listen intently and comfort him through it, crushing him into a tight embrace to remind him you're there for him as well and that you'd do anything to make him happy. He tells you that your presence is enough.
He whispers soft âI love youâ's each night before you two drift off to sleep, letting his hand rest on the small of your back underneath your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his to be able to sleep. The warmth your body provides gets rid of his reoccurring nightmares and allows him to sleep soundly throughout the night with you by his side. And he very quickly realizes he never wants to lose you. Ever.
Because he might've slipped into having a little crush on you, but he willingly chose to fall in love with you.
includes : asking bestfriend!tr boys for a kiss, fluff, suggestive, hinting for something more???
notes: havenât posted in a while! Iâve have so many whips but I canât finish them AGH!
ken <đ
Youâve been hovering around Ken for hours. He said you guys would go check out that new fast food place that opened near his work. But heâs been tinkering with his bike ever since. You donât know why you think of this and you donât know why you tell him, but you do. You sigh for the millionth time and he smiles. âIâm almost done, I know youâre hungry.â He screws another bolt. âItâs not that.â He quirks a brow, âThen what is it?â You get up from your spot and plop down next to him, your hands resting on your knees. âCan I kiss you?â To his dismay, his cheeks redden every passing second so he turns away. âNo!â He yells the tips of his ears and the nape of his neck flush red as well. âJeez, youâd think since youâve been raised in a brothel these things wouldnât affect you.â You roll your eyes and he glances at you. Your lips are pulled in a pout and he canât deny that they look so plump, so kissable. âFine.â He mumbles, you hear him, but you tease him. âWhat was that?â You lean closer. âFor fucks sake, I said fine.â He turns to you. Heâs embarrassed but he looks cute like this. You lean in and place a peck on his lips, smiling against them. You pull away and smile widely again. âCan we go eat now?â âY-Yea.â
takashi <đ
Takashi was your comfort person. In no way did you ever not feel safe around him or protected. He always attended to your needs and no matter how busy his schedule was, he always made time for you. As you walk into his studio, youâre rethinking everything all over again. However, when his eyes meet yours, your thoughts dissipate. At the sight of you, he immediately lightens up. He gets up quickly making his way towards you. âHey you, I missed you.â He goes in for a hug, to which you gladly return. âI did too.â You smile and he gazes down at you with love . âCan you do me a favor?â You begin to blush and this interests him. âOf course, what is it.â His hands have drifted down, now clasped in yours, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. Maybe it was a little touchy for two best friends but neither of you minded it. âCan we kiss? I-I wanna practice, itâs been a while ya know?â You look down and he grins, it's a little unsettling. He seems amused and playful. âAs long as you donât kiss anyone else.â He whispers and when youâre about to question him, he kisses you. His lips are soft and he holds the nape of your neck with such gentleness. His lips move slow and agonizing against yours, leaving you wanting more. Thatâs when you feel his tongue prod at your lips making you jump back. âTakashi!â You squeal, red as a tomato. He laughs, swinging your intertwined hands, satisfied.
manjiro <đ
Now Manjiro has been your best friend for as long as you remember. Despite him going through a lot he had his moments where heâd be relaxed and not so monotone. Manjiro was a playful person at heart, you wanted to do something to bring it out. You just wanted to get a reaction out of him. See his face when you popped the question. The moment he sees you he sighs in relief. âFinally youâre here letâs go eat.â He moves to grab your hand and lead you out but you stop him. He turns around a little irked. âWhat?â Heâs close to pouting. âCan I have a kiss?â You pucker your lips and he blinks. You didnât even have enough time to register his lips on yours, the shock had you on autopilot. When he pulls away, youâre blushing. âYou kissed me.â You say breathlessly. His brows furrow. âYeah I was wondering when youâd finally ask me.â Youâre still confused. However, he stands up straight, looking genuinely confused. âAre we not dating?â He blinks and your jaw drops. âD-Dating? You never asked me out? You never told me you liked me!â You flush and a small blush forms on his cheeks as well, more out of shame. âShit, well I donât know. Letâs go talk about this when weâre eating.â He rushes out, pulling you along with him. You both had a lot to talk about.
haruchiyo <đ
The line between best friends and something more was definitely thin for you and Haruchiyo. At least heâd make it thin. All of the time heâd make teasing remarks, and be touchy with you. You never questioned anything because you were comfortable with him. However, there was definitely something more. There had to be right? Why else does he stare at you with such admiration while youâre doing mundane tasks? Youâre over at his house as heâs editing a YouTube video of his. You had just made him snacks and go to place them on his table. âEat something, itâs been hours.â You swear you can see his eyes twinkle as he stares at you. Then your eyes glance at his lips, so pink and a little chapped. He notices your staring and blushes yet his brows rise. You bite your lip and break your gaze but he isnât backing down. âHey.â He calls out and you look at him again. Your mouth moves before you can think. âCan I kiss you?â He doesnât hesitate with his answer. He pulls you towards him, straddling his lap. His hands rest on your waist as your lips connect, the both of you fitting like a perfect puzzle piece. Your hands embrace his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer. It was a needy kiss like the both of you had been waiting for this moment. And maybe you both were.
summary: joel is your friendly neighborhood dad of the year, so why is his driveway empty on father's day? better yet, why do you feel the need to make up for everyone elses absence?
tags: 18+, smut, handjob, desc of joel mastubrating, a "massage", neighbor!joel x f!reader, massages, general cheesiness, soft!joel, pathetic!joel, almost(?) sub!joel, reader gets blueballed (sorry), biting, joel whimpering, joel being a proud girl dad, no-outbreak, ellie and sarah exist, tommy is mentioned(!!), joel is a southern gentleman, mention of reader having parents, no desc of reader but she can fit between joel and the couch, dilf!joel (yum)
a/n: my first joel fic ever... i would like to thank every person who has written no-outbreak!joel or pre-outbreak!joel. i freaked it.
(4.9k, not beta read.)
Moving to Texas was not the plan, or even the âblessingâ your mother claimed it would be. Being the one who took over your grandparents home after they moved to a seniors facility? Fantastic! Amazing, even. Leaving your job, friends, and boyfriend, back home? Horrible. Heart wrenching and annoying.Â
Austin, for the most part, was lonely. Long distance didnât end up working between you and your boyfriend, your friends just got busier with their jobs, and it wasnât like your parents could just drive 14 hours to see you every weekend. Co-workers were nice, but honestly who really wants to hang out with people you already spend 40 hours a week with? Maybe you were jaded, or picky, which was what your mother also claimed, or maybe your whole life was uprooted for what felt like no reason.
What you werenât picky about, was the view from your bedroom window. Youâre not a peeping tom, or a perv, but it isnât your fault that your dilf-y next door neighbor is so easy on the eyes.
No, moving to Austin was not a blessing, but Joel Miller was.
Joel was the neighborhood guy. Need an oil change? Joel. Need your fence fixed? Joel. Block party? Joelâs yard. Itâs like he doesnât know how to say no to anybody, that southern politeness deeper than the drawl that lies in his voice. When you had first moved here he had helped you move your couch through the door, all smiles and polite nods. He barely introduced himself before he was asking if you needed any help, and he had called you âyoung lady,â which made you giggle. Such a giving man, but of course he was. A single father to two daughters? âNoâ wasn't in his vocabulary.
Sometimes, you think if your dad was as good a father as Joel Miller was, maybe you wouldnât be fiending after him with such ferocity. Watching him with his two girls, Sarah and Ellie, was something that tugged your heartstrings no matter what. Sarah wasnât around a lot anymore, apparently she went away to a fancy college. You had helped her pack all her stuff into Joelâs truck, but quickly went inside when you saw him getting misty eyed, you didn't want to embarrass the poor guy. Ellie is younger than Sarah and still lives at home. Honestly, you didnât know much about her apart from the fact that she was adopted and that sheâs in high school. Sheâs always happy to chat, but sheâs also always going somewhere, which leaves Joel lonely sometimes.Â
Joel seems better suited for loneliness than you are though. His brother Tommy comes around pretty often, though they seem fairly opposite. Tommy truly is sweet, has always chatted with you during block parties (even if it may be for nefarious reasons when heâs had too many drinks,) but he looks like⊠a fuckboy. Without fail, every time he rolls up to Joelâs house, heâs blasting some shitty new country music and wearing Pit Viper sunglasses as he carefully parks his spotless truck. Despite their differences though, they get along just as well. Your summer evenings are often interrupted by the sound of their laughs and the crisp sound of the two cracking open some cold ones.Â
So why is it that when Fatherâs day rolls around, Joelâs driveway is empty?
You arenât watching on purpose, you just happen to glance over that way a lot. The only action you see from his house is Ellie leaving for her friend's house sometime after noon, like usual on a Sunday. No signs of Sarah or Tommy. Part of you figured that maybe Sarah would make the lengthy drive down from her school, or maybe that Tommy would show up at some point, but nobody does.Â
âNot creepy,â you assure yourself as you go upstairs to peer through your bedroom window to see if anyone is there. You could totally look through the kitchen window that directly faces his backyard, but you fear the day heâs looking right back at you.Â
Looking outside, you see nothing. Joelâs grey-blue truck sits unmoved in the driveway, his plants are watered though so you guess he came outside at some point. The thought makes you feel a bit sad, the image of Joel and his soft eyes watering the plants, whistling to himself and trying to tell himself it doesnât matter that nobody came. He probably really doesnât care at all, a lot of men arenât very sentimental or emotional about days like this, but you care.
Heâs a good man, a good father, and a good neighbor. Seeing him be underappreciated on what is basically his day is ticking you off for some stupid reason. When 3pm rolls around you decide that you have to do something for Joel, it feels wrong not to.Â
Which is how you end up in line for the register at Home Depot. You sat in the parking lot for 10 minutes racking your brain, trying to think of things that guys like, but came up with nothing. Joel is a contractor, so heâll probably find some use out of a 50 dollar Home Depot gift card, but it still feels too impersonal. Joel literally fixed your toilet when a date you took home broke the handle off the tank mid-vomit. Heâs too nice to just hand a stupid gift card with âHappy Fatherâs dayâ scrawled across the mini paper envelope. He deserves something thoughtful, something gentler than a gift card for (probably) his job.Â
âŠWhich is how you end up waiting in line for the register at the supermarket. You have a bouquet of flowers in your hand, with a Home Depot gift card shoved in your jacket pocket. It feels utterly ridiculous to give Joel Miller flowers, to pick out which colours you think heâd like and get the florist to wrap them up neatly with a bow, but you have a good reason. At some point in the past week you had seen a post about how a lot of men never receive flowers. It resurfaced in your head as you picked your brain again, making you wonder if Joel had ever received flowers. You know that he was married once, but that was when Sarah was little, itâd probably been 10 or even 15 years since he had any gestures like that made for him.
Not that this was for romance reasons. It was for fatherâs-appreciation-day reasons. Of course.
Maybe you shouldnât be so invested in your neighbors emotions and life, but itâs too late now. You carefully pack away the flowers in the back seat of your car, snuggling the gift card into the ribbon that holds the flowers together.Â
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And if you thought that standing in line at Home Depot, or at the supermarket was bad, itâs so much worse trying to work up the courage to knock on Joelâs front door. You canât figure out how to hold this bouquet of flowers behind your back without dropping them, so you just awkwardly knock on his door with one hand, flowers in the other. At least the gift card is managing to stay in place where you tucked it, but you wish you told the florist not to write his name in cursive.
Your repeating thoughts of âIs this weird? Am I weird?â are interrupted when he opens the door.
Joel looks⊠normal. He doesnât look sad like you thought he might, if anything he looks more confused at you being there. His brown hair is tousled slightly and heâs wearing pajama pants, even though he smells fresh. Joelâs eyes meet yours and he tilts his head quietly, as if waiting for you to go on, but what do you even say? Oh shit thatâs rightâ
âHappy fatherâs day,â your voice comes out shyly. You shove the flowers at him a little abruptly and he blinks in surprise, accepting them. Itâs awkward for a second, the way his eyebrows shoot up as he notices the cursive lettering of his name written on the envelope.
âTheseâre for me, darlinâ?â He asks curiously, still looking over the flowers.
A stammering of âumâ and âyeahâ leave your mouth pretty quickly and he smiles. Youâre pretty sure he says thank you, but you just kind of stare at him awkwardly. A beat passes between the two of you as he admires the gift.
âYou uhâ You donât think of me as your dad, do you?â Joel asks.
Oh fuck. You hadnât thought about the fact that maybe that was what he would take away from this. All of your thoughts had been consumed by worries that heâd think you were trying to hit on him, but here he was thinking that you thought of him as a father figure. Which you didnât. Your dad is fine, no need to replace him, at least not at this point.Â
âNo, no. Oh my godâ Sorry,â You choke out, half laughing. Itâs a quiet moment on the porch for a second, just the two of you standing there. Maybe you should explain your thought process.
âItâs just that youâre a dad and likeâ not to sound like a weirdo freak but nobodyâs been at your house all day and it made me sad for you. Not that I pity you but,â your voice trails off as you fear youâve made this worse. Joel seems a bit surprised at this, mouth opening slightly but then transitioning to a soft smile.
âAnd what if I told you that I wanted everyone tâleave me alone today?â He asks you slyly. And oh god, that is so much worse than him mistaking this gesture for flirting or pity. You never would have thought that maybe the guy who does everything for everyone probably just wants to be left the hell alone for a gift. Your heart drops in your chest, taking all the blood in your face with it. Embarrassment floods you with a force you didnât realize possible, stuttered apologies leaving your lips as fast as you can. Joel shakes his head, laughing quietly as you sputter âsorryâ repeatedly, like a broken sprinkler.
âIâm jokinâ, sweetheart. I appreciate this,â he says. The crows' feet by his eyes shouldnât be as charming as they are, but combined with that rumbling laugh and smile⊠he could get away with anything. He plucks the Home Depot gift card from the ribbon and huffs a laugh, like heâs impressed.
Well thatâs⊠something? It made him smile right? Maybe feeling bad for Joel was better than feeling stupid in front of him. You step back, towards the stairs of his porch, but he shakes his head.
âYou were really this worried?â He asks, admiring the flowers. That makes your heart bloom in your chest, seeing how much he really liked this. Joel didnât seem much like a flower guy, but you saw the way he kept his yard neat, with tulips in the spring and his lawn trimmed squarely. Shyly, you nod in response to his question. It feels silly to worry for him like this, you donât know if he considers you a friend the way he is in your head.
âSâawful sweet,â he tells you. Something about his presence is so big, a balance of hospitality and intimidation all at once. Maybe itâs his big stature, broad shoulders and thick arms, a body built for work. Or his voice, the strong timbre of it, humbled in southern twang. Joel is a force of warmth, a heat that canât be contained. His heart shines through his golden skin, forcing whoever he looks at to have a spotlight. Thatâs where the intimidation lies, in how he makes you feel like thereâs a halo over your head, all his attention right there.Â
Heâs so hot you donât even want him to look at you.
But there he is anyways, smiling as he admires the gift again, dorkily leaning in to dramatically huff the flowers. His mouth is moving but you're deafened by the sensation of a blush on your face. You thought it was just a silly little crush, because who wouldnât find Joel attractive. Heâs handsome, hard working, and just an all around traditional man. But this attraction⊠It's like your crush on him has given you tinnitus. His lips are moving and you arenât registering the words. Wait shit, heâs speakingâ
âDarlinâ?â Joel calls. He looks at you, head tilted, and still fucking smiling. The way his eyes glimmer, the crows feet that squeeze them into a smile⊠Why is it so hard to hear him?
âI asked if you wanted to come in,â he repeats.Â
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Youâve never been inside Joelâs house, but youâd never thought about it either. Being in it, now, it all makes sense. Photos of his daughters are framed everywhere, their achievements plastered on the walls in shines of silver and gold. Itâs hard not to imagine Joel hunched over his kitchen counter, tediously cutting pictures out to place them in frames. He was only an idea before, an idea of a man, and now he has become one wordlessly. All it took was stepping inside his house, smelling him everywhere. Life dances in the jackets that are tossed over dining room chairs, the toolbelt dumped by the shoe rack at the door. The picture of Joel you held in your mind begins to come alive, the movements in the details of his life stealing your breath. He is more than a good man, he is a great one.
And now, you have to strike up a conversation with him.
Joel grunts as he sits down on the couch beside you, placing two glasses of water down. He places his glass in front of the can of beer sitting on a coaster, distorting the label to nothing but warped blue and red. Is he hiding that he was drinking? Why is that cute?Â
A pause hushes both of you as Joel gets comfortable, sitting down. Heâs paused a show, but it just looks like it was whatever movie was playing on the local TV channel.Â
âYou must be so proud of them,â you say, eyes glazing over the pictures of Sarah and Ellie. You can tell exactly which photos were taken with a camera and which were taken with his phone. One picture of Ellie, maybe when she was 13 or 14, is from her soccer tournament. Sheâs smiling, holding up a ribbon for MVP, and Joelâs thumb is in the bottom corner. Itâs strange to realize that Joel has basically been a father twice over, but also admirable.Â
He talks for a little while, rambling about Sarah and her time up at college, and also how Ellie has been doing better in school this year. You always had a feeling Ellie was a bit feistier than Sarah was, but to hear how proud Joel is of her anyways makes your heart flutter. His love for them was so unconditional, so why werenât they here today?
You ask him, a half smile crossing his lips as he hears your question.
âSarah called me âround lunchtime, one of them video calls. Had lunch with my girl and got to catch up with her. Sheâs so damn busy, yâknow that? Always studying and,â he catches his breath, realizing heâs blabbing again. A reddish tone creeps up his neck in embarrassment.
âPoint is, she called. Was nice of her, I miss her lots,â He finishes quietly.
Your eyebrow raises. He didnât mention Ellie. Joel huffs.
âIâm 99% sure sheâs over at Dinaâs making me a gift, but itâs fine that she forgot. Iâve been on her ass about homework, fairâs fair.â
He looks cute when heâs begrudging, one side of his mouth sliding to the side so part of his cheek puffs over it. You nod, making a comment in response. The conversation is so smooth you forget what youâre saying as soon as youâre laughing.Â
This is easier than you thought it would be. Joelâs always been friendly, obviously, but you just assumed he would be more closed off than this. Even if itâs just rambling about his daughters, or Tommy, or the jobs heâs been managing and how annoying his clients are, itâs something more. Something more than the passing glances and small conversation youâve had before.
You talk a bit about your own life, how tough the move to Texas was, how lonely it can be. Joel doesnât seem as receptive to this, but thereâs an understanding in his eyes that you can feel. Heâs a tough clam to slide your knife into, and you doubt youâll feel his tongue today. The eager blabber he has for his family and career doesnât extend to himself, and it seems youâve hit a wall with him. Or maybe youâve hit too close to home.
âSorry,â you say, feeling a little weird.Â
This whole day has felt like youâre pulling against a lead Joel wasnât even holding in the first place, like youâre always doing too much. But just like the rest of the day, he isnât holding the rope around your neck. Heâs surging forward with reassurances blooming out of his mouth, Texas sweet to the bone.Â
He shakes his head, telling you that itâs fine, he gets it. A joke about being a single father, a smile directed at you, consoling. Vaporub for your congested anxieties.
âIâm sorry darlin,â Joel starts, and fuck is he sending you home? Is that your cue to leave? You did too much, he was just being nice.
â-- I didnât even offer you water when you came in. Dâyou need somethinâ to drink?â He asks.
God, doesnât he get tired of being this nice? Your neighbors warned you that he was a grump when you first moved here, dirty liars.Â
âOh, sure, uh. Water would be good, thanks,â you reply.
Youâre only half paying attention to the grunt he lets out when he gets up the first time, your eyes busying themselves with the way his cotton tee stretches across the muscled planes of his back. But, after he hands you the glass of water and groans when he sinks back into the couch, you notice.Â
You down the glass like youâre parched, but really your mouth just needs to be full right now. The sound of his groans are bouncing in your ear canals as your neck flushes red with each gulp of water. If he notices, he doesnât say anything.
âBad back?â You ask after you catch your breath.Â
He hums in response, talking about how it comes with the job he has. âAll that lifting in my early yearsâŠâ as if heâs a thousand years old. Joel mentions that heâs been to the chiropractor a few times, thanks to Sarahâs begging and pleading.
âI donât know, I think itâs gimmicky. They get you on the table and the guy feelinâ you up acts like heâs Christ himself,â Joel says, rolling his eyes.Â
The idea of Joel, shirtless and face down, grumbling as some guy works his hands over his skin. The idea of Joel groaning in relief as someone else works those knots out, God you wish you were a chiropractor, you wish you could put your hands all over him.
Greed hardens over your mind like a shell, and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.
âI couldâ I could help, maybe. My dad used to have a pretty bad back and I kinda figured out how to work knots out.â
Joelâs eyes widen, looking over to you with mild interest. For the first time today, around Joel, you donât feel like youâve overstepped. In fact he looks interested in this offer. A beat passes between the two of you, hesitation caught in his throat it seems.
Itâs probably super fucked up in his head, his younger neighbor coming over and offering to rub him down. But your mind is still greedy, coated in thoughts of his skin under your palms, and that southern rumble thatâs given you dilf earworms.
He looks like heâs about to say no when you speak again.
âYou donât even have to lay down, or take your shirt off. Could just lift it up,â you offer.Â
Joel still looks like heâs going to say no, the left side of his mouth raising to make up some reason. You canât let him, not when youâve been this ballsy. Walking out of here now would make this infinitely more awkward.
âItâs your day, Joel,â you supply him with a reason to say yes. The reason might be silly, might be a last minute add-on to his fatherâs day, but who cares.
Apparently not Joel, since he pulls his shirt up to his shoulders, the fabric scrunching around his broad frame.
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You feel a little stupid, slotted behind Joel on the couch. The two of you are basically shoved up against one another, Joel wriggling to give you access to his lower back. He hasnât said anything yet, no reassurance that this backrub is any good. You think youâre doing well, you feel the knots loosening. It might be better this way, him not making noise. The groan you heard earlier was more than enough to push you into a frenzy.
Your hands work further down, where his waist begins to pull in. Looking closer you can see where the softness of his tummy is, a fatherly badge of honor. Continuing your movements, you gently press your thumbs into the flesh there, and earn yourself Joelâs first noise.
Not a grunt, groan, complaint, or cuss. A whimper.
Your voice clashes with his, both of you talking over each other accidentally.
âAre you okayââ you ask as his voice flounders again, a âDarlin--â leaving him out of his own volition.
Pulling your hands away you begin to pull his shirt back down his back, mortified. How could you claim you were good at this and then hurt his back more? Joelâs been through enough today.
âPlease donât stop,â Joelâs voice grabs your brain again, forcing your focus.
Heâs sliding his shirt up again, just by rolling his shoulders as he hunches over, waiting for you to continue. His face is in his hands, and his ears are pink. Itâs the first time heâs asked you for anything tonight, you canât refuse him.Â
Placing your hands back where they were, you begin to massage again. It seems like his lower back is the main problem, with the way heâs grunting into his palms. As your hands work away the aches he begins to swear to himself.Â
âFuck,â he grunts as your thumbs dig deep, soothing a pain he hasnât felt eased in years.Â
This is good. Pride spreads in your chest, knowing he feels better. Your hands work away, and you get laser focused on untangling these massive knots in his back. Eventually you break your focus, switching to softer rubs and small scratches up and down his back.
Tearing your eyes away from his skin, you realize the throw pillow that was beside you earlier is gone. The yellow corner of the cushion peeks at you from where you saw Joelâs belly earlier, over his lap. A thick forearm is crushing it into himself there, the veins in his neck pulsing.Â
Flames lick up your face, onto the tips of your ears and down your neck, heating your spine. Is he aroused right now?
âJoel?â You ask quietly.Â
He shakes his head, voice tight.
âIâm sorry, I donât know whatâs wrong with me. Justâ it just feels nice,â he admits.
Your hands pause. Okay, so heâs admitted heâs hard. What do you do now? Keep rubbing his back and blueball the poor guy? On Father's day? That seems mean, and awkward. Everything about this is awkward though, so it couldnât really get worse.
âI could⊠I could help it feel better,â you offer meekly.
Youâre not scared of a dick. You arenât. Your voice is quiet because it seems like he is horribly ashamed of this, probably feeling guilty.
Joel rubs a hand over his face.
âYou donât have to, you can just go,â he says, but his voice betrays him. Need is sewn in his tone, a desperation.
Part of you wonders how long itâs been since someone touched him like this as you reach around, palming the front of his jeans. The hiss he lets out tells you itâs been awhile. How wrong that is, an attractive man like Joel being forced to get his own rocks off.
Getting the button and fly of his jeans down is difficult when you canât see, even worse when your brain is making up images of Joel masturbating. Heâs so shy when heâs being touched, does he bite his sheets? Bite his other fist in the shower? Poor boy, he deserves this.Â
His hips lift off the couch to help you shove his jeans and briefs down. Joelâs bare ass slides against you and he cringes.
âIs it okay if you donât look?â He asks.Â
You hate that he seems so insecure, but youâre not going to push him. Nodding into his skin, you press your face to his back, resting your cheek near the blade of his shoulder. Heâs heavy in your palm, warm skin with veins your fingers can trace over.
Telling him that heâs big feels redundant, youâre sure he knows that about himself. Neither of you seem very sure about what youâre doing, the shuddering breaths from his chest matching your hesitant grasp around his cock.Â
âAre you okay?â You ask again.
Joel nods into his hand, asking you to please touch him.Â
Admittedly, itâs a dry hand job, but Joel doesnât seem to mind. The flick of your wrist is fluid, even if your arm is cramping from being wrapped around him. Joel lets out these little noises, grunts and whines. His hand is covering his eyes while the other one rests lightly on your forearm, like he wants to know that youâre still there.
Need is exuding from him, making his desperation take over his need to really give a shit about how submissive he might be appearing. He shudders particularly hard as you squeeze on the upstroke, voice choking.
âShitâ shit, please,â he gasps, âplease can I spit in your hand?âÂ
Itâs a little surprising, but again, you canât refuse him. You say âyeahâ into his skin, closing your eyes as you feel him spit into your hand. Itâs filthy, his saliva on you as he guides your hand to jerk him off. Joel uses your palm to slick the head of his dick, teasing himself on your skin.
Itâs the first time youâve seen him be selfish all day. Part of you wants to call him a good boy, but part of you also knows this might not be normal for Joel. Hell, this isnât normal for you either.Â
Instead, you ask him if itâs good.
A rasped âyes,â emanates from him between a low groan and a curse. Your head lifts from his back as he begins to shudder, his orgasm creeping closer. Listening to him is so good, youâre a mess between your legs, where your core nudges his ass.
Without a thought, you sink your teeth into the meat between his shoulder and his neck. Not enough pressure to bruise or hurt, just to let him know youâre there. There was no intention to push him over the edge, but your little bite does. A guttural groan is forced out of him as he comes into your hand, stringing sticky between your fingers.Â
âFuckâ fuck Iâm sorry, oh my god,â he pants, shivering.Â
Your head is shaking again, reassuring him that it was okay, that heâs okay.Â
âItâll wash off,â you joke, feeling the stick of him on you.Â
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Joel does help you wash it off, once heâs done redressing. Heâs clingy though, arms around your waist and chin hooked over your shoulder as you wash your hands in his kitchen sink. Heâs definitely sleepy, eyes blinking slowly when you peek at him while you dry your hands.
You step close to him, your damp hands meeting his dry ones. The awkward spirit of the evening has been killed off, his shyness melted away.
âUsually Iâd offer to return the favor but⊠I have to pick up Ellie from her friendâs house now. Iâm really sorry, darlinâ,â he admits.
Shaking your head, you push away the negative feeling that surfaces. How are you supposed to go back to being neighbors after that? But also, what did you really expect?
Joel leads you to the door, legs a bit shakey. A smug feeling joins the negative ones in your chest at that, but itâs not enough.Â
âI really do apologize,â Joel says again, âbut this just gives me an opportunity to see you again. If youâd like, obviously. I think I owe ya dinner.âÂ
And there he is, not holding your lead but reassuring your heart. He wants to see you again.
Your eyes meet his in the dim light of the hallway, catching those sweet eyes in your own. He looks so hopeful, so apologetic too.
âIâd like that, but you donât owe me anything. Itâs Fatherâs day,â you point out.Â
Joel rolls his eyes. This Fatherâs day excuse is a little overused between the two of you now, but itâs still cute to him since youâre the one saying it. He opens the door for you, slipping his own boots on and grabbing his keys.
âFine,â Joel says, âbut when Pretty Neighbor day rolls around, you let me know.
synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you canât wait to try
parings: jk x sister in law!reader
warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesnât care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, readerâs pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse
genre: smut, oneshot
word count: 5.4k
nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction heâs had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewonâs usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?
jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. âiâm sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.â
âjungkook,â she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. âim telling you itâs not the same.â
she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasnât a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy sheâs ever bought home.
hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.
âshe just admires you.â
âyouâre her role model.â
ây/n has it all, have you ever thought that youâre the jealous one?â
bullshit.
your parents also werenât shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.
the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.
hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.
she could have avoided it for longer if this hadnât been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldnât come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.
âhye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.â he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.
âpromise?â
âpromise.â
jungkook couldnât be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.
over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade youâre forced to have around others.
âwhat now hyewon?â you scoffed. âi havenât seen you in a year and youâre already about to scold me about something?â
you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. âstay away from him. y/n i understand you canât keep a man but that doesnât mean you can help yourself to mine.â
you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. âbut hyewonniee~ thatâs not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?â you tsked obnoxiously.
she snatched her hands away. ây/n, this isnât the time to play your sick games. what the fuck donât you get? iâm not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.â
âcome on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,â she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.
âplease y/nâŠâ her voice cracked.
all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. âi just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.â
that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what sheâd been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadnât taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.
âhyewon,â your father cleared his throat. âdonât you think itâs poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.â
âright, sorry.â she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.
âapologies jungkook, theyâve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.â your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.
do little squabbles consist of fucking someoneâs boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?
âtrust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but heâs my entire world.â
you decided to chimed in too. âhyewonnie doesnât ever think i have anything interesting to say,â you pouted. âactually enough about me, sis howâs your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?â
any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.
âiâm working on finding a new job.â
âwork harder then hyewon, look at your sister.â ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. ây/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile youâve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?â
âwe love you honey, dearly. but itâs time to start being an adult.â your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.
âi need to use the restroom.â
no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldnât even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldnât have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasnât seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldnât be passed up.
when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadnât been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they werenât seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.
âwhoopsies, iâm so clumsy sometimes!â you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. âso youâre a personal trainer right?â
âmhm i am, you know anything about it?â
âenlighten me.â
âwell itâs-â his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. âitâs um- it takes a while to um-â
âsomething the matter?â yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. âsounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, iâm a fast learner, and i havenât worked out in agesâŠâ your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.
âhey weâre going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?â your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.
âweâre not kids mom, weâre in our early 20s.â
âoh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.â once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?â
âso?â
âso? are you out of your mind?â
you rolled your eyes. âoh now you wanna play moral police after youâve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?â if he really didnât want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.
jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. âyou wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?â
oh. oh.
âyou wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really donât care about her do you?â your eyes lit up once again.
jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. âi just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesnât know wonât hurt her right? now câmere pretty.â
the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.
however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldnât witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.
âgosh, this fucking pussy,â he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. âdamn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.â he couldnât believe how soaked you were, he knew heâd slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.
âaw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.â and you couldnât be happier about it.
âfucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?â he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. âhye never knows what to do with it, but iâm sure a slut like you will.â
he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. âmake it quick and iâll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.â he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.
later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didnât pay her a second glance. âthe hell do you want? youâre stalking me now?â
âif you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.â
you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. âwhat are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldnât be in this situation,â
her mouth went dry. âwhat?â
âoops⊠well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.â you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. âyou always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.â
âjungkook loves me, something youâll never experience.â she spat.
you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. âand heâs gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.â you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.
there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldnât go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.
yet obviously he didnât see her the same. he couldnât care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,
cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.
âf-fffuck!â your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. âtoo much, âs too much koo!â you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.
âoh yeah too much?â he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. âso fucking wet for me doll, look at how youâre drenching my fingers.â he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.
his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. âcâmon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.â
âholy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck iâm- jungkookk!â you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldnât handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.
âstop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!â trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.
once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. âbetter get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?â he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.
âalready? one more hour, please?â
âitâs starting to get harder to say no to you.â he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. âwhat are you thinking?â he chimed.
ânothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, itâs like she just knew you were right for me.â fuck, you were twisted.
âyouâre going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?â
you shrugged. âthey could care less. everyone knows she canât keep a guy.â
âand iâm guessing thatâs due to you?â he smirked.
you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. âi wouldnât say that. itâs just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.â
that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasnât even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewonâs nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.
âyouâre acting fucking crazy!â jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. âsheâs your sister, do you hear yourself?â he yelled, as if you didnât just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasnât knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.
he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.
âjungkook sheâs trying to steal you from me, sheâs- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?â hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.
âi understand you might envy her, sheâs younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesnât look good hye.â what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?
âdo you fucking hear yourself? youâre defending a bitch youâve known two weeks!â she was losing her mind, truly. âyouâve been so distant kook, you donât hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.â her voice cracked but he still couldnât find it in him to care.
âuntil you sort your hissy fit out, iâll be on the couch.â he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadnât had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.
and she followed.
hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkookâs raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.
her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldnât peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldnât she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.
âshiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i donât cum quick.â he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. âcalm down mama, fuck.â
âcanâtttt,â you dragged. âhmph. fuck me or iâll do it myself.â you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.
âspoiled fucking brat, think iâm obligated to fill your holes? donât get this twisted.â he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. âmaking me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.â without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.
âkoo! youâre so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,â once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didnât make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldnât resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.
âyou know- hmph-â he started saying in between strokes. âone thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same donât you?â you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. âfuck, youâre perfect. i wanna see you baby câmere.â you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.
when you didnât think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. âohhhhh-â you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.
jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldnât do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. âlook princess, got a visitor.â
your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. youâve hated her ever since you figured you werenât the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didnât, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee sheâd be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.
âhyewonnie!â a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. âgod heâs so good, iâm so fucking glad you found him big sis,â your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. âafter he fills me up with some babies weâre gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that youâll never set foot on.â
blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.
âbabyâŠâ he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. âno need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.â
âi fucking hate you both. youâre nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.â she finally spoke.
âmhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-â your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. âwant you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.â something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.
âcum with me doll.â that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. âcanât let that get away now can we?â
that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.
once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didnât need to look up to feel your presence. âwhat now? what y/n? youâve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.â
âyouâre so dramatic oh god. youâre acting like i didnât warn you.â you welcomed yourself into her room. âthink i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.â your hands went over your heart.
she backed up farther onto her bed. âstay away from me you evil fuck.â
âhyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.â
iâve had this idea for a while and i was wondering if u could write it!!
trying to get off while your husband (geto or nanami) were gone on a mission that took a few days and you started to get frustrated because you couldnât no matter how much you tried but little did you know he was standing at the door way to your shared room watching try so hard?! and after he confronted you about it he made you get off multiple times and you even squirted for the first time once or twice?!!
nanami catching you playing with yourself â â .
cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, brief cunnılingus, praise, first time squırt, mdni. an. hii iâm okay!
with brows frustratingly furrowed and a tangled few fingers of yours curled into your sopping cunt, you whine. itâs been a few days since nanami left for a mission and truth be toldâyou missed him, dearly. more than anything though, you missed his beloved touch. only your husband knew how to make you moan with something as simple as physical touch. he knew youâmore importantly, he knew your body. trembly legs of yours sprawl wide open whilst youâre in the midst of trying to locate your concealed g-spot. alas, itâs so cute because regardless of how many attempts you tried, you could never do it like he could. youâre struggling, coating the entirety of your digits with your slit before you slump back in detestation defeat.
a pout goes against your lips as you swear underneath your breath. yet little did you know, nanami was leaning against the door. âaw, sweetheart,â he murmurs in a soft voice, and you jolt immediately once you realize heâs been watching this entire time. you felt a sudden wave of hotness set against your skin like wind, embarrassment overtaking you. dragging his feet against the wooden floor, he tugs on his tie. âhavinâ fun?â and once you pout more, he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. you shake your head and he chortles. âohh, i see. poor baby couldnât even do it right. but donât worry, kentoâs hereâletâs pick up where you left off, yeah?â
his words were so so smooth, just his dialogue alone was enough for you to get off. nanami had a way with words for sure. he could say anything in his deep, tantalizing voice and youâd be creaming in an instant. thatâs one of the many things heâs always loved about you though.
âo- okay,â you inhale a single sharp breath, having your wrist already bent to a ninety degree angle. two pathetic fingers of yours pull out and he gazes at the soaking mess of a scene. âi know âm supposed âta wait âtill you get home but i was bored, âken. missed you so bad.â
âbaby, âs okay,â he reassures with a warm smile, grabbing ahold of your wrist.
his touch, you were still a bit sensitive. as his fingers dance against your skin for a few seconds, you felt that familiar throbbing pool of heat introduce itself. a school of pulsing convulsions rupture out of you so haphazardly that itâs almost splitting you from the inside out. youâre panting out of your full, heavy lungs, and thatâs when nanami plants a tender kiss near the beloved crown of your head. âmissed you more. ân donât worry that pretty head. âsides, you know you can call me right?â
âbutâ but youâd be working,â you mumble, watching as he slowly spreads your legs further.
nanami gingerly brings a hand between your thighs, a thumb stroking against your puffy swollen clit.
swollen to the very entrance, itâs drooling, dribbling sloppily with your anticipating arousal so much that he feels the inevitable tent arise in his slacks. heâd only been watching for a good five minutesâbut he couldnât stand to see his precious baby struggle. the least he could do was teach you right. as youâre still moaning up a storm, you conclude your sentence with a sweet and shaky, âdidnât wanna disturb you.â
ânext time, call me,â and his voice was pitchy.
a fair amount of raspy baritone drags around his words before he inches his head down towards your thighs. softly, he grips your left leg before languidly giving your cunt three passionate kisses. those kisses were tenderâentirely sloppy, his chin rubs against your folds and you whine, already feeling your arch.
you whimper out his name in pleasure with a featuring hand immediately digging through his mahogany messy strands.
âdoesnât matter if âm on my break or not, iâll always make time for you. if you play with yourself babyâplay with her, i wanna hear it too.â
the most kindest eyes meets your gaze for another timeâthey then flicker down towards your pussy before he swiftly whistles against it. âwheww, sheâs all hot ân ready, isnât she,â and speaking of hot, the air feels substantially thick. so thick that you could cut right through the weightless wind with a knife.
nanami lets off a gruff groan, reaching for his pants before yanking down his dress slacks. âsweetheart, i find it cute though. just the image of you not knowing how to finger yourself properly. thought i showed you how, remember?â
with a heaving gasp, your legs were laid all out for him on display as if your body was a canvas. showing off for him as if you were a mere museum piece.
in whichâto be honest, you were.
his special, priceless museum piece.
âiâ i tried,â you babble, the feverish air of his warm breath aerating against your folds makes you twitch. despite him being so patient and gentle with youâunderstanding even, heâs still a bit of a tease. he canât help it. your sharp breathy pants only intensifies the more each millisecond seconds passes and progresses. all the while youâre trying to match your irregular breathing patterns, a clammy hand of yours combs through his umber, unkempt slick back. âcanât do it like you, kento. my fingers are too weak.â
âaw, âs okay. guess you jusâ need more training then,â he guffaws with the most kindhearted, gentle expression. that soon fades once you whine, feeling nanamiâs plump, perfect lips surprise your cunt with a needy brief nibble.
the moment his rotating tongue swirls against your entrance its over. itâs so slick and,
already . .
you start to coat his chin with your wetness. itâs shimmery, shining against the window pane that had sun ricocheting against the class. so effortlessly pretty. with your quavering legs being all in the air practically, you grind your hips against his face as youâre laid back.
as countless whimpers mercilessly snatch out from your dry throat, you then start to feel the soft fading stubble of nanamiâs against your pussy. briefly, it tickles against your skin before it grabs out a louder bundle of moans. the stimulation of his faint facial hair smearing against your entrance makes you pulse more than youâd initially realize. long, lengthy lashes of his flutter shut and as heâs buried between your thighsâseconds go by before he then gathers out two fingers.
his thickset index and a middle finger, both long and you only ached for them to be inside. you didnât wanna wait anymoreâ all you knew was that you needed him.
badly, as if your life depended on it.
nanamiâs fingers were so slender lengthy, staggering inches. already, you were losing your train of thought . . imagining his long fingers stirring the insides of your cunt, clamping down against your walls. as youre in your own erotic little phantasm, you try to think of it all. nanami praising you how good youâre doing, how soaked you areâeven talking you through it in that warm, alluring voice.
as youâre entrapped in your own thoughts, it makes you suck your teeth in wanting desire. your imagery would only soon turn real within a few sloppy seconds.
âstay with me, silly girl,â he purrs, a teasing smile contorting against his lips. itâs a stretchâmerely, with a swatting tiny smack against your cunt, youâre brought right back to reality. you moan, trailing your hooded eyes back down at him and he flashes you a warm, innocent smile. prying his mouth away momentarily, he prods an index finger against your entranceâ watching as it slowly makes its way in. slowly, it seeps into your drenched cunt and you whine out a mewl. your sweet noises ring through his ears before he inserts another one. nanami mimics a bowling ball grip with his wrist, a low raspy, âoooh,â slithering out of his throat before he gives your pussy another kiss. a french kiss against your foldsâdeep, sloppy, and strictly passionate. your glutinous slick glosses against his lipsâhis chin and below, and itâs nothing but a pleasing sight to see.
lewd, but salaciously pleasing,
âseeee. all you had to do, sweetheart,â he murmurs in a hoarse tone.
hearing the sloshing slopping squelches your own cunt makes, he gets more aroused. youâre not helping the growing boner heâs got. still, nanamiâs got the perfect angle, itâs almost too perfect.
two hands of yours drag near your neglected breastsâfondling with them as you bite your lip. once the bit skin gnashes against the keen edges of your teeth, you mom again. jerking further back, your lips slither cutely into an âo.â chuckling, nanami then starts to ease both digits in and out. thrust after thrustâhe starts off slow so you can adjust. heâs fingered you before, countless times even. but with him, it always seemed like the first time. it was that good.
its rhythm was enticing,
the crazed stimulation has your so brain fuzzy that you could barely comprehend anything but the soft padded tips of nanamiâs thick fingers. âmy, youâre quite the soaker today,â he continues to speak, and he lolls his tongue against your folds. your taste was his ultimate favoriteâno matter how many times heâd get a quick slurp, he was never satisfied.
wellâhe was, but nanami kento was a perhaps a bit of a greedy man. he always wanted more of you.
every single time,
raising a brow, he grows curious once you suddenly sit up, pulling him towards you.
landing with an oof, he plops flat on his back. a hand runs through his messy hair as he cranes his neck to get a good look at you. youâre so breathtaking when you try to get what you want.
nanami doesnât even bother to ask any questions, he always finds it cute whenever you try to have your way with him. keyword, try.
âwell, excuse me,â and he spots the cute feral look in your dilated irises. youâre needy, still feeling your cunt twitch between your thighs, you crawl towards his lap to straddle him. âhm. w- whatâs this?â
âwanna ride you,â was all your quavering lips could ramble out. nanamiâs signature cologne scent was loud. as you make your way closer towards him, it was the only thing you could make out. his musk, his known, manly musk that never failed to give you obscene whiplash. nanami glances at the adorably ethereal sparkle in your eyes and his big hands glue onto your hips. sliding your laced panties to the crevices of your thighs, you spring out his weighty cock. âneed you, âken.â
âs⊠so impatient today, huh,â nanami softly smiles, allowing you to feel all over his body. despite him wearing mission clothes still, your hands felt his bulging muscles poke out through the piles of fabric.
once his hardened dickâs out, you moanâleaning into his neck, a hand of yours giving it a few solid pumps. nanami hisses, pulling you closer to him before you arise your jittery hips. âbut- but my love,â he swallows, peppering a few kisses near the crook of your neck. âare ya sure you can handle it? you barelyââ
âi can take it, âken.â
famous last wordsâ
you said you could take him, but it was the mere opposite. perhaps youâd let your horniness overtake you, because as youâre trying to barrel his fat tip inside, your legs tremor. itâs like the calm before the stormâyour legs vibrate and twitch, preparing to erupt and quiver like a predicted earthquake. as youâre tightly holding onto his pent up shoulders, you whine, the peeling head of his plump cock smears itself against your soddened opening.
youâre trying to squeeze him in but heâs just so fucking so big.
your mouth then starts to open wider, voluntarily growing agape and sweet harmonic babbles of moans only escape through. itâs like youâre singing almost, except but in a much more lewd way.
it feels warmâa scorching hot type of warm.
regardless, it feels good even with you trying to take his size. you donât get far, the head of his dick was so wide that again, youâre in awing rhapsody. youâre trying to have your cunt envelop his heatâ feel him bottom out inside of you yet abruptly out of nowhere, you start to gush out.
it happens randomly. youâre not prepared, he didnât even make his way inside. barely just the tip and here you were squirting all down his length. the sudden orgasm that drags out your throat was so long, it was pretty and bounced off the thin walls of the bedroom. a shrilling moan rudely ripples out from your esophagus as you make a cute attempt at thrusting forward. even still, you were determined to ride himâbut still, it was no use. nanami grows a bit flustered at how you collapse into his chest, rubbing your head against him. he pats your head, a soft smile returning to his lips. âs- shiiit,â you croak out, sucking against the tender skin of his collar bone. nanamiâs holding you firm and steady, a hand soothingly caressing down your back. the simple gesture alone calms you down, albeit youâre still shaking on his lap. your hips rapidly stutter over him, and youâre still feeling various piles of rapturing nirvana send you into a complete, euphoric trance. âk- ken, fuuuck.â
âi know princess,â he kisses against your earlobe, your narrow slitting entrance just dying to be stuffed.
youâve never been more soakedâout of all the times, youâve never made this much of a mess. you never squirted before, and it was a mesmerizing feeling. your legs felt like mush, still shaking and your cuntâs still trying to get over itselfâ throbbing and pulsing to itâs beating content. concise minuscule tears of sweat race down the sides of nanamiâs thinly arched brows. a hand of his then grabs a fair chunk of your ass, making you rock against him before he lowly whispers to soothe your zealous state. your fervent was through the roofâ it was a feeling you couldnât describe let alone put into words. all you knew was that you wanted to do that again. as youâre still twitching a bit, nanami chuckles, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. âitâs okay, itâs okay,â and a smile creeps onto his face the moment you bury your face into his neck.
oh, youâre embarrassed. you thought you could ride him but instead you barely even lasted a few seconds. nanami was quite compassionate thoughâhe holds you close in his arms, pressing another kiss against your collarbone. âdonât be shy. i never minded a little mess anyway.â
at his lewd, filthy wordsâyouâre whining. you wanted him so bad and you wanted more. you bring your desperate lips towards his face to kiss him and happily, he returns the favor. a tongue of his collides with yours before a hand of his gently wraps around your throat. with moving muscles tangoing together, swaying in harmonyâhis hands continue to wander every inch of your body. nanami likes to take in your curves, the very curvature of your pretty physiqueâeach spot his fingers locates and reaches, it sends you continuous new shivers every time. pulling away after a while to breathe, nanami then makes you lie on your back again. as heâs hovering over you, he leans down to kiss near your tummy. âdonât worry, wifey,â he shushes in a loving toneâhis eyes filling up with even more adoring tenderness for you. you were just so pretty like this, exposed and underneath him. your body was like art to him. âi got you,â he coos, and as he raises your leg slowly, creating a damp trail of kisses from your knee to your ankle, he aligns his cock against your drooling slit. âkentoâs got you,â he repeats in a sweet purr. ânow let your husband take it from here. lie backâ yeah, atta girl.â
i have such a thing for age gaps...i blame society. also, iâm only including ghost, price, and alejandro because the other men are too young imo. ik some of their ages are debatable, so in my mind, ghost is at least 30.
Ghost
⥠honestly, i don't think my guy really gives a shit if there is an age difference between you two. like his morals are all skewed, and the last thing he'd waste time worrying about would be a *legal* age gap.
⥠being younger than him would just make his nicknames for you that much more adorable. he likes to add the words 'little' and 'tiny' in front of a lot of the things he calls you. "little mouse" "little dove" "tiny girl/boy"
⥠regardless of how much experience you have (with relationships, sex, etc) he will always act like he knows more than you. he can find himself treating you like youâre so innocent and new to everything--even if you do the same line of work as him, i.e. killing people. and it can definitely annoy you.
⥠it doesnât matter how many people youâve been with or how many people youâve killed; no matter what, he knows more than you. and honestly, even tho it can annoy you sometimes, him being so dominant is just super hot.
⥠âsimon, i know how to do itâ you whined, as he wrapped his arms around you, showing you how to properly use a sniper. you were used to so many other guns, but not snipers.
âmhm,â he mocked, stepping away from you. when you shot the gun, you missed your target by quite a few feet. your cheeks warmed and you hesitated before looking back at simon. his arms were crossed over his chest as he eyed you. you could tell he had a smug smile plastered across his face under his mask. he did not need his ego inflated any more than it already was.
Price
⥠price was definitely concerned when he first realized he had feelings for you. he knew you were of age, but that didn't stop the odd feeling he got when he was around you--like he was taking advantage of you.
⥠and his way of flirting was to act like your father⊠he thought he was being nice, showing you how to do stuff, always having your back. but my god was he appalled when you were frustrated with him one day after he keep hounding you about something.
⥠âOk, dad! i get it!â
âwhat did you just call me?â
You heard the anger in his tone. shit, you were getting too comfortable around your captain, you should not have teased him like that. âS-sorry, captain. I didnât meanââ
He cut you off, clearly agitated for a different reason than you being smart with him. âis that how you view me, doll? like a father?â if you said yes, price would know he needed to back off. he could take a hint.
âNo⊠I⊠You just wouldnât get off my back. I was just trying to be funny.â You felt so embarrassed as you explained yourself. Price got into your space and grabbed your chin in his hand, titling your head up to look at him. you gulped. âyou wanna call me endearments? go ahead. but donât ever call me that again.â he looked at you a moment longer before turning away. suddenly fueled with adrenaline, you called after him. âwhat about daddy?â Price spun around quicker than you could register before he was pushing you backward, his hand tight in your hair as he yanked your head back to look up at him again with a gasp. âfuckinâ brat,â he muttered, a sly smile crossing his lips.
⥠as much as price truly does not care about your sexual history, heâd be lying if he said it didnât turn him on a bit knowing how much more innocent you were than him. you could have slept with a bunch of people for all he cared, but knowing you were that much younger than him, he knew he had more experience than you regardless. and something about that sparked a flame in his chest. he had a thing for wanting to show you the ropes.. but he definitely felt guilty about thinking that way. he wouldnât have been any less attracted to you knowing you slept with a hundred other people. he knew you being âinnocentâ shouldnât turn him on. but it didâŠ
⥠he is very possessive of you. doesnât like the idea of other men thinking they have a chance with you. but he can get a bit self-conscious whenever a younger man approaches you or checks you out. âyou really wanna be with an old man like me?â heâd ask. as confident as he is, in the beginning of your relationship, being so much older than you made him second guess himself. shouldnât you want to be with someone your own age? âjesus, price. youâre only 37. you act like youâre knocking on hell's door.â heâd start tickling you for your bratty remark, but it definitely placated some of his nerves.
⥠and since he has more experience dating wise, heâd say âi love youâ pretty early on. heâs not dating you thinking itâs some fling. heâs serious about you. and heâs lived long enough to know when heâs in love. and heâs not afraid to say it.
⥠you were saying goodbye to price as he went off on a mission. heâd only be gone a few days, but youâd hate every minute of it. he kissed you, his mustache tickling your lip. âi love you,â he murmured when he pulled away. he smirked as he appraised your stunned face. and heâd turn and leave before you had a chance to process his words, knowing you wouldnât be able to get them out of your head the whole time he was gone.
Alejandro
⥠definitely feels bad at first, like heâs taking advantage of you. he reminds you all the time to tell him if youâre uncomfortable. that you can say no. he just doesnât want you to feel used.
⥠as he gets more confident in the way you want him, he starts to use it against you. same as ghost, he mocks you as if youâre so innocent and inexperienced. âsee, this is what they call aââ
âYes, Ale. I know. Iâm the one who showed you that.â resulting in a cheeky wink from him.
⥠during training, he embarrassed you in front of the others. when you messed up a move, he made a big deal showing you how to execute it properly even though youâve been in the army for years now and knew how to do it in your sleep. he liked to see the way youâd get flustered with all the other guys around as he teased you.
⥠he definitely exudes a dominant side and it definitely comes out around you. he wants to do everything for you. wants to carry shit thatâs too heavy for you. he wants to be your ride. the first person you call when you need help. he wants to be your everything.
⥠he also acts a little more dominant in bed than he would if he was with someone his age. something about you looking up at him with your sweet little doe-eyes sparked a dominating need within him. he takes control. he leads. he tells you what to do. he barks out commands. he punishes you for being bratty. he takes control in every sense of the word. The only time you can really hold anything over him is when heâs getting close to finishing. youâll be able to get him to say whatever you want him to, his mind lost in a haze, wanting nothing more than to find the release youâre about to give him. âPlease,â he begged. you smiled as you hovered above him. you sank back down on him and continued your motions, and he quickly climaxed. his hands squeezed your hips as he groaned. âfuckinâ perfect.â
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Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, mentions of sexual assault
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And he was happy. But never the happiest.
Naomi couldnât count how many calls she had made but the wetness in her cheeks is proof of how frustrated she already is. âPlease, pick up.â She bit the inner side of her cheeks, tapping her feet on the tiled floor. Naomi regrets what she did. She regretted that she still proceeded despite knowing how wrong it was.
She warned herself not to be greedy at the beginning of their relationship. She remembered telling him theyâd take it step by step, not rushing anything because they were determined to make it work. Now that sheâs thinking about it, maybe heâs only determined because he wanted to forget about you so badly.
âMom, please. He threw me out.â Naomi spoke on the phone, tapping her feet as she stood in the middle of her room with her things around her. She took all the things necessary and left. Satoru would probably put everything she left in the trash but thatâs the least of her concern right now. She lost everything she had with Satoru and itâs all because of her stupidity.
âWhat did you expect? You sexually assaulted my son and you want me to help you?â The woman hissed at her. Naomi was naive; thinking that sheâll have her back just because she wanted her for Satoru. âIf anything I could even get you arrestedââ She began but Naomi was quick to defend herself.
âYouâre part of this. Didnât you basically tell me to use a child to keep your son?!â Tears of anger pooled in her eyes as her hands shook in fear, fury, and heartbreak. Naomi remembered when Satoruâs mom would free her schedule so she could spend time with him and Yui. She would suggest activities and let Naomi tag along and thatâs how they started to fall for each other.
Or rather, thatâs how she started to fall for him while he just wanted an escape.
âBut I never told you to do that to my son! Naomi, do you really think someone would side with you on this?â Every corner of Naomiâs room felt like they were closing in on her, ready to squeeze her till she was nothing but dust. Of course, no one would be with her. No matter what Satoruâs mother told her, she still chose to follow it so the blameâs on her.
âFor someone who finished school with flying colors, your mind is dull.â She chuckled, letting Naomi hear all she truly is. âYou got a pretty face, you know? Thatâs another reason why you caught Satoruâs eyes easily.â At that point, Naomi didnât know if it was still a compliment. Sheâs pretty and kind, and smart and perfect for him, like she said. But why canât she have all of him?
âBut Iâm afraid that pretty face would be useless now. If I were you Iâd go start over alone somewhere far.â She clicked her tongue, cutting Naomiâs thoughts off every time she tried to voice them out. âLike, imagine graduating only to get jailed over some dumb, desperate shit? Naomi, you screwed up. And thatâs why you lost all chances with my son.â
Naomi shook her head, the warmness of her emotions dampened the smooth skin of her face. âNo, you made meâŠâ She breathed out, covering her mouth before running her fingers through her hair. âI didnât want to do thatâŠNo.â She bawled and bawled but the line only went more and more silent.
She fucked up and sheâs right. The shame and the loss of self-respect are not something she could live through in this city. She must go, she must leave. Like how they always did when she was a kid; fleeing the scene with her embarrassment of a family who canât live without humiliating them. They have no decent source of living so they gotta strive.
Now, sheâs doing all of it again, all while losing all of it. Again.
âSave yourself. I wonât let them know of your plan. After all, you were once of help to my child. Iâm truly sorry.â With that, the call ended; with Naomi sitting on the floor as she put a balled hand over her throbbing chest, and the thought of going away to start as someone new settled in the middle of her head. Naomi learned a lot from all the troubles she went through.
This time, she learned that you could have someone's body but their heart could still be somewhere else.
âWhat is it?â Satoru heard through the phone speaker. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes, letting relief flood his veins and calm his shaking flesh. âWhen are you free?â There was a long pause before Satoruâs father replied, âYou know I can make time.â Clearing his throat, Satoru massaged his temples, thanking the heavens that his nightmares werenât real.
âLetâs meet later if thatâs alright.â He whispered, scared that his voice would break. Satoru knows that he is the only link between the relationship of his parents. Just like how his older brother wouldâve been the connection his father was hoping to keep his first, real love close. Until they got tired of it all; the matters brought by his mother. And him.
Just like how she drained Satoru out. And right now he just wanted to run away from her too.
âOf course, just send me the exact time.â Satoru nodded as if his father could see him, âAre you alright?â He asked after a few seconds as if sensing the trouble from his sonâs voice. âYeah, much better now, at least.â Satoru rubbed his eyes as he shook his head, eyeing the negative results of the vaginal swab test. âDad, Mom canât know.â
Heâs almost sure that the request would prompt questions from his father, knowing that heâs aware of how close he is to his Mom. But he was surprised when he simply agreed, murmuring an âOkay.â before letting his son end the call. Satoru pictured him on his office chair as he nodded away, brows furrowed with worry like he always is when it comes to family matters.
When Satoru was a child, his nanny would tell him that his father wasnât always so workaholic when his ex-wife was still there, co-parenting with him. After she ran away and left, his father started to immerse himself in work more. He knows that he tried with his mother since they were already there and married. But it was just never the same.
His father was happy with them. But he could never be the happiest again.
Leaning back on the chair, he put a hand over his eyes and let his frustrations stream down his cheeks. He let out a shaky sigh, grabbing the papers before looking at them in a brighter light. Itâs negative. Nothing happened. You woke him up just in time. He tapped on Naomiâs contact, quickly typing his last message before attaching a photo of the results.
âIâm mailing the rest of your things tomorrow.â It only took a minute for her to respond with an apology but Satoru doesnât care anymore to read it. He blocked the number as soon as he made sure that she received and read the message. He doesnât want to be anywhere near her.
He knows he is wrong for not telling her about his feelings as soon as he can. But that doesnât equal what she did to him and what she almost got them into. Satoru checked the clock before sending the time to his father, hoping to end all of this mess before the mess ended him.
His mother has been calling him nonstop, and he always had to pretend that he was not home during the previous days. He stayed in watching movies with his little girl, sending you videos and pictures every now and then. He slept in her room during those days, a desperate attempt to calm his brain down. His head hurts from overthinking.
Putting the papers back into the envelope, Satoru took it with him to his room. He made sure to put it in his bedside drawer, just in case some other shit comes up. If this happened before, heâd probably think that Naomi is not that kind of person. But after what she did to him, all of the trust and admiration she has for her went to waste.
Changing into something more comfortable, Satoru tried to take a quick nap. He doesnât want to look this tired when he meets his father. Heâd probably convince him to get a general checkup just to make sure that nothing was wrong. Satoru knows that if it werenât for him, his father wouldnât ever put up with his mom. Heâd probably spend his whole life searching for his ex-wife.
A few hours of nap felt like nothing because when Satoru woke up, he still felt tired. The only difference is his heartbeat doesnât sound like itâs trying to come out of his chest anymore unlike when he was waiting for the results. A little progress is still progress; just like how heâs trying to make it all up to you.
If Satoruâs being honest, heâd fall down to his knees and beg you to take him back if you asked him to do it. The only thing stopping him is his brain telling him how happy you are right now and how he wouldnât want to destroy that. He canât force himself to stop thinking about you but he can force himself to move on if itâs for you.
Satoru leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, reading a text from his father saying that he was on his way. Another text was from you; it was a picture of Yui holding up a coloring book and a crayon. He was just with her earlier but he misses her already. He wondered if he could visit when he doesnât have other things to do even if itâs not his schedule yet.
Sending a response with a small smile on his face, Satoru heard the doorbell ring, signaling his fatherâs arrival. He peeked through the spaces of his window curtains to ensure that it was him before opening the door. Satoruâs still unsure of what heâll say but he hopes that his father can give him a better solution.
Satoru thought that if he ever cut ties with his mother, itâd be for you and Yuiâs safety. He didnât think that itâd be for him too. âDad,â He gave his father a hug as he stepped in, following his son as they walked to his house. âWhatâs going on?â He asked as soon as Satoru closed the door. They walked to the kitchen, settling on one of the barstools.
âItâs because of momâŠâ He began, placing a glass pitcher atop the counter.
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âSmile~ Weâll send this to Dada.â You cooed, pointing at the camera as you tried to take a picture of your daughter. At first, she didnât want to do it, wanting nothing but to play with her book and crayons but when she heard that her Dad wanted to know about it, she got real creative with the pose. âYou donât listen to Mama, anymore.â You pouted at her as you hit send.
She scrunched her nose, sticking out her tongue at you before picking on her colors. You still canât forget how dead Satoru looked when he dropped Yui off. You wondered what he talked about with his mother that caused him to be like that. Even with the soft tone of his voice, you could hear roughness that probably came from the lack of sleep.
If it concerns you, then you definitely have to know. His mother probably said something bad about you, but you doubt that itâs affecting Satoru by how he was talking and looking at you. He just looked so done with all of it, but even so, there was still a tender look in his eyes when they met yours.
You sighed while looking at your phone as you waited for a text from Toji. Heâs been so busy with work lately, youâre just glad that you already talked about your problems. You had a feeling that it wouldnât end well had it stayed unsaid for a couple more days. It wasnât completely back to normal, but at least, youâre both trying to make it better for each other.
âI would try,â He whispered to your ear as he hugged you from behind, âI canât promise not to think of herââ You turned around, looking up at him with a solemn look in your eyes, âIâm not asking you to not think of her, thatâd be selfish of me.â He nodded, kissing your forehead, âAlright, what I mean is, I wonât make any comparisons.â You hummed.
âI need you to stop worrying about Satoru and I.â You put your head on his chest, âI know itâs easier said than done, but I just want you to know that I am with you.â Your fingers traced figured on his skin, âIâm keeping that in mind.â He placed his cheek on top of your head, sighing deeply as he let go of you.
âIâm taking Megumi to my Momâs.â He pushed your hair back with his fingers, making your eyes flutter close as you felt his face get closer to yours and his breath ghosting on your lips. âIâll see you later.â He pecked your lips, âTake care, I love you.â He murmured as he gave you a long kiss, before turning to get their stuff.
One thing that you notice about Toji is that he never waits for you to say anything back. You donât want to take the words lightly, but that doesnât mean that you donât feel the same way as him. You still have a long way to go, and you donât want to rush anything. When you mention it to him, he just says that he needs you to hear it.
âMama, look!â Your daughter pulled you out of your head as she showed you a picture of a cat, âDada buy Yui.â You looked closely at the picture, laughing as you realized that she was talking about the cake that they ate. âYeah, you're right! That's what Dada bought you!.â You patted her head as she giggled.
âYui, baby. Did meemaw come to see you?â You held her small hands, trying to keep her attention to you. âNo. No meemaw.â She pulled at your hair gently, trying to color it with her crayons. âWhat aboutâŠwhat about Naomi?â You canât help but chuckle as she pretended to think, eyes looking up as she pouted her lip.
âNo Naomi!â Her answer gave you a bit of an insight. You would assume that maybe she was just busy, but hearing about how Satoruâs mother reduced her workload made you doubt it. Satoru sent you tons of pictures during his time with her but you thought that Naomi just wasnât in the frame.
If the âtalkâ between her and Satoru didnât end well, you could only assume that he already told her about it. Heâs probably down because he wouldnât want to hurt her like that. With all the progress Satoru has made, you doubt that heâd be so happy to have broken a heart. She was still once a friend to him.
A heavy feeling settles in the middle of your chest, like an anchor weighing your heart down, thinking about how his mother would probably find a reason to drag you for it. But if thatâs the case, youâre sure that Satoru wouldnât let harm come to you.
With how gentle Naomi was, you couldnât think of a worse thing to happen.
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âWhat did she do this time?â His father looked away, clicking his tongue. If one would ask Satoru, his parents wouldâve probably divorced years ago if it werenât for him. His father knows how he is with his mother, and the thought of giving him a hard time switching between the two of them pained him.
Satoru wished that he thought about it too before he decided to go and selfishly start over with someone else. Your words the night he confessed to you echoed in his head. He came to a realization that you probably wanted to ask him to come back but held yourself back as he let you know how happy he was with Naomi.
And he was happy. But just like his father, he was never the happiest.
âI donât really know how to open this up to youâŠâ He bit his lip, ââŠBut I just want this to be over, Dad.â Satoru felt so vulnerable at that moment. The only time he had a talk this serious with his Dad was when he found out about your pregnancy. It was just more of a news, unlike right now, which is a call for help.
âNaomiâŠMom and Naomi talked aboutâŠâ His fatherâs eyes coaxed him as if sensing his distress. âNaomi tried toâŠâ Shaking his head, Satoru breathed out. âNaomi wanted to conceive. Because our relationship was falling apart.â He can see his Dadâs brows pull together to a scowl, probably getting a hint of what happened.
âShe talked to Mom about it and sheâŠâ The man sat up straight, bouncing his leg like he already knew what his wife did. âShe said Mom brought up the thing about how you and him got together.âIt was hard to talk about this to his father, knowing how sensitive it can be for him. âNaomi told me about it. I recorded it, just in caseââ
âSatoru, what did your girlfriend do?â Satoru looked down, fingers fidgeting like he was a kid again. âAnd your motherâs involved? What happened?â Rubbing his face, Satoru threw away all his fears. If heâs not going to fix these problems, then who will? âShe got me drunk, and then she tried to sleep with me.â He blinked fast, watching his fatherâs face.
âI heard her talking to Mom on the phone, and I took it from her. Thatâs how I found out that she played a part in all of it.â It was hard for him to accept. The person he used to protect, the one he always tried to understand was the same person who betrayed and put him in this position; the position that also made his father the person he is today.
Another long silence surrounded them. His fatherâs hand was balled into a fist, covering his mouth as he blankly stared at the marble surface. âWhereâs Naomi?â His father pulled out his phone, and Satoru could tell just what he was about to do. âI donât know. Iâm sending her things away. Iâm cutting her off. Iâm filing a protective order against her and momââ
Satoru didnât get to finish his sentence before his father spoke again, probably finally taking in the information he just provided him. âIâm divorcing your mother.â His mouth fell half-open. His voice was low, serious, and full of all the grief that heâs been feeling for years ever since he lost his first wife and son. âAnd Iâm sending that woman to jail.â He added, raising a finger.
âThereâsâŠI donât want that.â He breathed out, earning a questioning look from his dad. âYou donât have to send her to jail. IâŠI messed up if I just told her that I still have feelings for Y/N, then she wouldnât have resorted to that. She wouldnât have talked to Mom and this wouldnât have happened.â He stood up, leaning on the counter as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Satoru thought about it too when he caught her in the act. But after some reflection, he realized his shortcomings, his mistake of not just telling her about what was really going on. Even though there was no excuse for what she did, Satoru canât help but feel like heâs the one who caused all of this to happen. And he probably really is; a victim of his foolish choices.
âBut other than that, I donât want Y/N and Yui to be caught up in this. I donât want to expose them to this kind of problem, theyâve been through so much because of me already. I just want to do better this time.â Thinking about dragging you into another mess made Satoru feel weak. He promised to make it up to you, and heâd do anything to prove that.
His father put his phone down on the table, taking in a deep breath just to calm himself. âBut youâre not stopping me from divorcing your mother.â Satoru doesnât know if itâs right to agree to that. It felt like he was encouraging the separation of his parents; celebrating his motherâs heartbreak.
But his fatherâs been suffering heartbreak for years. Itâs only fair to set him free.
âItâs up to you. IâŠâ Satoru shook his head, sure of the decision he was about to make. â...I donât think I can just forgive and forget what she did. Itâs not something small, and Iâm not a kid anymore, Dad.â His eyes itched, ready to let his tears go any minute. âI donât even know if I still want to be associated with her.â He turned away, sighing as he blinked away his pain.
When he and Naomi went for the examination, he made her spill all the details regarding the said conversation with his mother. It took everything in him not to fly into a rage while breaking down as he heard of it. All this time, his mother saw him as a pawn to keep his father, regardless of whose life she was tearing down; Satoruâs, his father's ex-wife, and his first son.
âI wanted to take you away when you were a kid.â His father admitted, looking ahead as he reminisced of the decisions he made. âI wanted to just take you and raise you with your brother. Of course, with the hopes of getting my ex-wife back.â He leaned back, tapping on the screen of his phone. The bitter tone in his voice canât be missed.
âThat was my plan when I found out about you. But when you were about a year and a half old, she disappeared. All I knew was she wasâŠtired; drained of all the chaos that our son and her were exposed to. What with having to co-parent with me as I was with your mother.â His eyes played the emotions he chose to hide away many years ago.
âI know you know about this. She and I got divorced. I thought it was over for us, I thought I made the right decision to turn away and try another start. And I was dating your mother. Then we had you.â His arms were crossed and Satoru could almost see the similarities between his feelings to how he used to feel about yours and his relationship.
âThen, realization came running for me; haunting me in my sleep. I was ready to get her back again, but it was too late. She was already gone.â Satoru absently poured water for his Dad, listening intently to his story. âSo, I felt like the only thing to do was to marry your Mom. I reminded myself that still have you, I canât just spiral down.â He smiled at Satoru.
âI tried to convince, tried to brainwash myself that itâd be fine. That I could learn to love her and I did. Just not the kind of love that lovers have.â If his mother could hear his Dad right now, sheâd get shattered. Satoru doesnât want to see that, but she would have to. She has to understand that sheâs putting this man through.
âI loved her because she loves me; because she cares for you and me.â Leaning over to pick up his glass, he looked his son in the eyes. âBut true love is unconditional, Satoru. It should not have a reason.â He took a sip, pursing his lips before continuing. âReasons might vanish, and when it does, so will the love you feel for that person.â
In the middle of it all, Satoru could only think of you. Why does he love you? When did he realize that he loves you? How did it happen? He doesnât have an answer for it. He cannot find a reason for it. He doesnât remember loving you just because you put up with him, he doesnât remember falling for you just because of the life you created together.
All that he knows is that one day, he woke up and he already knew that he was in love with you. Like heâs been doing it for years; like thatâs all heâs ever known.
âIâll keep in contact with you regarding the proceedings.â Satoruâs father spoke on the phone, stepping inside his mansion and smiling at his helpers. He asked Satoru if he wanted to have a word with his mother but the thought of having to look at her after what she tried to make his ex-girlfriend do makes him feel dizzy.
âHoney, youâre home.â The woman tried to welcome him with a kiss and open arms but he quickly turned his head, rejecting her. âCome up to my office, we got something to talk about.â The mask of a loving wife was quickly covered with fear and dread.
âWhat about in our room? So, you can rest.â She nodded her head once, trying to coax him but he was tired of closing his eyes and numbing his heart from feeling the pain and regret of having to lose the love of his life for the comfort that this woman offered him before. âIn my office. Itâs not a small matter that I could sleep on.â
Leaving the woman baffled, he made his way upstairs, not waiting for her to walk beside him. There was a deafening silence in the big room, save from the footsteps of her husband and the door of his office slamming with such force that it sent a crack in her heart.
She took a deep breath and ran her palm on top of her dress, thinking of all the reasons she could give him just to prove her innocence. She didnât want any of that to happen. She didn't think that Naomi could be so dumb as to come up with such a heinous and unpleasant plan.
That wasnât even what she did to Satoruâs father. It was just working to keep them together. And thatâs why Satoru came.
With her found determination, she held her head high. Swallowing the terror rising up her throat as she let her thoughts convince her that she did nothing wrong. She never explicitly told Naomi to do that, sheâs the one who schemed that. Thereâs nothing to be afraid of.
She walked up the stairs, caressing the smooth, cold surface of the handrail. Satoru wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Heâs her boy, her pride and joy. Heâs the only ally she had when his father was openly pushing her away.
Satoru wouldnât just ruin what she and his father had because of baseless information from his sick girlfriend. Entering the office, the man sat on his swivel chair. Forehead pressed to the heel of his hand. âWhat is it, dear?â She smiled sweetly at her husband, appearing unaware of what he had in mind.
Oh, how she wished she was just unaware of it all. She wished that she didn't know what the problem was. She wished it wasnât what she thought it was and that she was just overthinking because of howâ âI want a divorce.â Those four words halted the spinning of her world.
âWhat?â She raised her brows, checking if it was just her mind playing tricks on her and making her hallucinate. âI want a divorce. And I want it as soon as possible.â His eyes no longer held any emotions towards her; no sadness, bitterness, fading love. None. Not even pity.
âListen, honey, I didnât think that Naomi would doââ She took quick steps towards him, hoping to get him to listen. âSo, you knew about it?â He glared at her, âYou knew about it and you didnât tell me anything?â He shook his head, and she could only open her mouth.
âDoesnât matter. Satoru told me everything.â He stood up from his seat, towering over her as he stared her down. âItâs nothing like thatââ She breathed out, panicking. âIâm not really interested in what you told Naomi. Iâm just thankful that my sonâs safe.â He stepped away from her.
âWhat I want to do right now, is to be free from this.â Itâs over for her. All the alibis that she was composing, thinking of for this moment are useless. He doesnât need an explanation, this was simply the final push that he needed to kick her out of his life. And probably out of Satoruâs too.
âPlease, donât do this. Weâre already too old toââ She tried to grab his hand and he only grabbed it with the other to put it away. âYouâre right. Weâre too old, our sonâs too old for me to still pretend that we want to be in this position.â Shaking her head, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way. âPlease, listen. I wouldnât do something that could harmââ
âI know,â His voice was calm. âOf course, to harm him wasnât your intention, right?â She nodded eagerly, thinking that he was finally listening to her. âBut you wanted to decide for him. You got in between him and Y/N, then pushed this woman on him because you thought you knew best for your son.â Tears fell down her eyes, and she lost all hope.
âNow, look at what you did to him.â He gritted his teeth, stepping forward to get her out of his way. âBut this is not just about our son anymore. This is also about me, finally choosing to do what I shouldâve done a long time ago.â Opening the door, he spoke to her one last time. âAll you have to do is sign. The actions that your son will take is all up to him.â
With that, he left her with all of the nightmares of their past coming back. How he only wanted the best for his sons, how he wanted to take full custody of Satoru, how he wanted to get back together with his ex-wife, and how he only married her because she was gone. She was never the first option. She was never the original pick.
She wasnât chosen, she just happened to be already there.
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âHey,â You heard Satoru speak as Toji opened the door for him, nodding. This was kind of similar to how they first saw each other but youâre just glad that this time, itâs a lot calmer. Megumi ran to his father, peeking up at Satoru as he waved at him.
âYui, your Dadaâs here.â Toji left the door open to let Satoru in. Megumi was holding onto his pants, staring back at Satoru. âYui Dada,â He picked his toy up, staring at a distance before walking closer to him. âBlue!â You laughed from the kitchen, as you packed some snacks for the little girl.
Today, youâre going to the zoo as Yui requested. The animal drawings from her coloring book got her asking you to call her Dada late at night, just to babble about it. âHeâs referring to your eyes,â Toji spoke as he went back to the living room to pick up some of the toys.
âMegumi, itâs not good to point at people, what did I tell you?â He warned the toddler as he went back to your room, eyes meeting yours as you made your way to Yui's room. âAh, yes. Yui and I have the same eyes.â Satoru smiled at the child.
âDada!â Yui ran towards him, stomping her shoes extra hard to show him how they light up with dancing colors. âWoah! Did Mama buy you those shoes?â He opened his arms, urging the little girl to run to him and she happily did, giggling as she nodded. âItâs awesome!â You smiled at how he tried to flatter his child, encouraging her to do a little jump.
âWhere are we going today?â You asked her in a playful tone as you put the lunch bags on the coffee table in front of them. âZoo!â You watched a Satoru give her a sincere smile, patting her hair gently while complimenting her little butterfly clips. âIâm sure Megumiâs been to the zoo before.â He poked the little boy's tummy.
âYeah. Animals. Bears and lions.â He stood behind you, peeking at Satoru as he talked. Megumi isnât usually shy, but he doesnât easily warm up to people. âWe went there on his second birthday.â You almost jumped at Tojiâs voice behind you as he picked up his child. âHeâs a smart kid.â Satoru answered with a friendly smile.
âYou guys should come. If you want..â It surprised you that he was initiating something like that. Although, you know that Toji wouldnât be so comfortable with that and would most likely reject the offer, itâs still nice to see that Satoruâs trying to make an effort to get along with him.
âThatâd be nice but his grandma's waiting for him,â Toji answered, chuckling awkwardly. âDada work,â Megumi added, earning a hum from his Dad. Making sure that the bag is packed with everything Yui needs, you zipped it up. âYou ready to go now?â You tapped the toddlerâs cheek, feeling Satoruâs gaze at you.
âAlright, letâs get going.â Standing up with his daughter in his arms, he took the bag from your hands. He put the toddler down to hug her friend goodbye, before walking hand in hand with her outside. You laughed at how she kept squealing with each step she took, looking up to see her Dadâs reaction.
âYou guys have fun, alright? Iâll just lock the doors before we go.â Toji pulled you to him, giving you a kiss. âIâll be back later.â You put your hand around his neck, standing on your tippy toes before pecking his neck. With that, you walked out the door to join your toddler who was patiently waving at you from her car seat.
âOkay, itâs zoo time!â You wiggled your brows at her as you slammed the door shut, making her giggle. You checked your face in the mirror, trying to ignore Satoruâs soft eyes as he watched you. âHow are you?â You tried to start a conversation but it was quickly interrupted as you searched around for your daughterâs binky.
âMaybe we left it inside,â Satoru spoke, opening Yuiâs bag to help you find it. âYui, where did you put it?â Remembering how she placed it on the coffee table as she showed off her outfit to her father, you started to unbuckle your seatbelts but Satoru stopped you. âItâs alright, Iâll get it.â He was already stepping out of the car before you could stop him.
Satoru jogged up your steps, knocking a few times before proceeding to open the door. Toji was just about to open it for him when he entered, âItâs Yuiâs pacifier. She left it.â He put on the most polite smile he could muster, wanting nothing but to get rid of the awkwardness between them if they were both going to be in your life.
âOh, alright. I thought it was someone else.â Toji let out a rather awkward chuckle, not knowing how else to react or what else to say. But just as Satoru uttered âthanksâ, Toji remembered the thing heâs been thinking of for almost a week now. âUh, Satoru,â He called, making him pause as he held the door open.
Her brows raised, waiting for him to say something. Toji doesnât know if youâd be happy about this but itâs better than just letting his feelings, thoughts, and opinions all pile up inside of him. This is for you and Yui. Not just for him.
âIâve been thinking about our situation with Y/N and⊠I was wondering if you could set aside a bit of your time for a chat?â