#the only one where i thought to myself “this is a gojo trait” is 'full lips' xD

[vartouhix]

"really? we're not even gonna acknowledge that i tick basically every mark off here?" he asks, tugging his blindfold down as he leans in over her. his smile is sly, that self-satisfied sort of expression he wears that's confudent but makes him look extra punchable. he reaches up to twirl some strands of her hair between his fingers, too. "i mean the very first one is blue eyes. i was totally on your mind, right?"

She swallows, her throat suddenly feeling dry as he spells out exactly what she had been trying to ignore. Jangmi manages to keep her cool up until he mentions the 'blue eyes' space, and she averts her gaze to his blindfold, as if not looking into aforementioned blue eyes would make her seem less guilty. "I-I mean..." she starts, but trails off when her brain fails to supply her with a reasonable explanation. "W-what, do you want a cookie or something?" She manages not to cringe at the fact that she stuttered, though mentally she's kicking herself.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Author Discussion: Show Your Hand

I had already been planning on having an Author Discussion for this part, and after seeing people's reaction to the preview, I went ahead and decided it'd be best to finish it before posting Part 2 of Show Your Hand lol. So, I'm putting the discussion below the cut to avoid spoilers for those who haven't read it yet! And thank you all for the love and care you've shown for Rinko. She'll be okay, I promise 💖

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

And read the installment this discussion is about: Show Your Hand

OKAY. So. I know everyone is gonna have a lot of thoughts after reading Show Your Hand, so I’m going ahead and writing this. I’ll try to keep this as succinct as possible. To do that, I’m going to break it into the following sections:

Rinko’s relationship with Yuzuki

Rinko’s relationship with Gojo

Rinko’s relationship with Yuzuki:

First of all, I didn’t intend for Show Your Hand to be a full installment, or even a full chapter to begin with. Originally, I had it as part of No Goodwill Here as a fragment in a second part for that installment.

But as I wrote and started following that little inspiration fairy, I found myself drawn back to the relationship between Rinko and her mother. And how that void that crops up every now and then opened for the very first time the day her mother died.

For the past six years, Rinko has been trying to understand where this void came from, and Show Your Hand is the first time she’s actively admitted to herself that she knows where it started. She’s always known.

In I Say ‘Sayonara’ Rinko felt like her mother’s last breath took part of her soul, and in a way she was right. Because it opened up that void in her chest that left her feeling hollow. This is why, in Hollow Echoes, she thinks the following:

The cold look in his eyes as he stared at her made her feel emptier than she would ever admit to him, or anyone else. Hell, part of her believed she’d just imagined the feeling because she and Shoko had been discussing her mother earlier that evening.

She wasn’t wrong. That feeling was partially there because they had discussed her mother. It made her feel more vulnerable and it made her doubt her gut. And, if you remember, the entire reason she even went into Gojo’s condo was because she doubted her gut and listened to Nanami instead.

This part was very important for Rinko’s character because she’s realizing more and more just how much like her mother she truly is, and how much her mother struggled. And she’s beginning to understand her mother so much more as well.

Her words to Mai, and how she interacts with the two girls, are like little mirrors of how her mother treated her. How Yuzuki would squeeze her forearm and how she would make her tea. Think back to Innate Issues when Rinko made Maki tea and squeezed her forearm when she set it down without even realizing what she was doing.

I don’t know the exact science of it, but it’s known that there are mannerisms and habits are essentially genetic. People who never met a certain relative will find out that they have the exact same habit or they literally spread their butter on a biscuit exactly the same. Weird things like that.

Rinko has Zenin traits like the scowl and the sneer that are just innate for the Zenin bloodline. It’s canon to me. No one will convince me otherwise. But she also has her mother’s kind smile and eyes. Her heart that chooses to look for the good in things just to keep from breaking in half.

Yuzuki knew the kind of person Naobito was from the moment he looked her in the eye and told her every moment with her had been a mistake. She knew that he was a man driven by a need for power, but primarily because it was all he knew. The Zenins are raised from birth to believe that the only important thing in life is strength, or at least, the perception of strength. You can’t just be strong, you have to seem strong.

Yuzuki knew that he wasn’t the man she fell in love with, especially after how he treated Rinko. And that was why she never faulted or scolded Rinko for being angry. 

She scolded Rinko when she allowed that anger to influence how she spoke to and treated others.

But she never told her not to be angry or that she had no right to be. And that is vital in how Rinko became the person she is. Because the only thing Yuzuki says against the anger, as a feeling, is: “...being angry does nothing but hurt me.”

She simply pointed out that holding onto the anger only hurt her in the end, not the one she was angry with. And Rinko said something very similar to Yaga about Yoshinobu. It’s because of Yuzuki and how she handled that anger, how she allowed Rinko to feel it and process it, that Rinko understands that many times, she just needs time to figure her thoughts and feelings out.

But the problem is that she doesn’t do that. She only gives herself enough time to know that she won’t explode and react solely out of anger, but she doesn’t process things. Not really. Because she doesn’t quite know how to do that alone. Not without her mother there helping her.

Rinko has not learned how to process grief without her mother there to help her through it.

She doesn’t understand how her mother was so strong to get through everything without breaking. Because she doesn’t realize that her mother didn’t get through things without breaking. Yuzuki broke the day Naobito broke her heart, and she forced herself to continue forward because she had a daughter to take care of.

Remember, Yuzuki died because she worked herself too hard when Rinko was young, and her body just started giving up. And she didn’t want that for her daughter. That’s why, one of the very last things she said to Rinko was “Just be happy, sweetheart.” Rinko doesn’t understand this yet. She still thinks her mother was some sort of superhuman who dealt with the anger and emotions with a smile and kept going. And that is incredibly vital for how she reacts to things.

Because Rinko doesn’t process things. She avoids them. Notice how in part 2, she begins thinking to herself that she doesn’t want to have the conversation, she just wants to sleep and then she thinks that maybe she can sleep for a few days because it’s not like she has anywhere to be. That is a dangerous path for Rinko to go down. And that’s why it’s important that she was stopped before she could follow it completely.

I’m going to tell you guys a little secret: Yuzuki died to make room for Gojo in Rinko’s life. Well, someone else in her life at least.

When Gojo showed up at her funeral, he unintentionally but willingly stepped into the space that was left behind. Yuzuki essentially gave him a look and said “here ya go, take care of my daughter” when he looked at her picture. And that’s why, when Rinko and Gojo aren’t doing well, that void is more evident to Rinko. But she doesn’t understand this yet. She only knows that void opened the day her mother died.

Right now, she’s still trying to close it by relying on her mother. In part 2, she even has the thought that maybe she’s dreaming and she’ll wake up and her mother is still there. Because for so long, her mother was all she had.

And that leads us into the next piece of this breakdown:

Rinko's relationship with Gojo

These two are messy. I’ve said this before, but neither of them is perfect. And Rinko is just as emotionally not okay as Gojo. But, they try to deal with things like adults, for the most part.

Many of you are likely upset that Gojo didn’t apologize, and that’s fair. But it’s a specific choice I’ve made for this because it fits his character. 

Gojo Satoru doesn’t apologize for his actions. He will admit he’s wrong, but he’ll then justify why he did what he did. The last time he apologized to someone for his own actions was when he told Amanai Riko that he was sorry he wasn’t more upset about her death.

Notice that he stops himself multiple times when they’re fighting because he realizes he’s wrong, and he admits to it. That in itself is already growth for him. Because he doesn’t admit that to other people. But we see him making a clear effort to be honest with her to make up for having lied to begin with, even if he doesn’t actually say the words ‘I’m sorry.’

Because, while him lying was the catalyst for Rinko breaking down, he was not the cause.

Rinko was overwhelmed by everything going on around her and how ashamed and angry she was that she was fired in front of her students. And that she was fired after Gojo was gone because Gakuganji is a coward. Gojo had to leave to talk to the higher-ups because Gakuganji had already informed them of what had happened to get rid of him. And Rinko knows this.

She’s upset with Gojo for lying, and she’s hurt that he chose to go to someone else to blow off steam when he could have with her. But she understands why he did it, because she knows she likely would have done the same damn thing. Rinko is not ready to commit to someone like that, even if she technically already has without realizing it.

So, let’s address this fight.

Yuuta was an unintentional catalyst to this because he’s just a sweet lil bean who misunderstood the situation. And neither Gojo nor Rinko blame him for that. Note that all Gojo said was that Yuuta is just so damn genuine and it made him worry that Rinko would take it seriously.

Gojo knows that he isn’t ready to commit. In fact, he still believes he’ll never be ready or able to commit to someone. And that is why he spooked. Because he doesn’t want Rinko to expect something of him that he is well aware he could never(he thinks) give to her. He didn’t realize that she was on the same page as him with that until they talked.

This part went through many iterations, one of them involving Rinko letting Yaga know that Gojo lied, but that doesn’t fit their relationship. Because neither of them likes involving other people because they both agree that it’s no one else’s damn business what they do with their lives.

Rinko doesn’t call Nanami because she doesn’t want him meddling and she knows that everyone else will likely do the same damn thing. Because they’ll ask why she isn’t talking to Gojo or what Gojo thinks about things, and she’s not going to involve them in that conflict.

Gojo does the same. Notice how, even when he was blowing her phone up, he didn’t involve anyone else. He didn’t call someone else to check on Rinko because he knows it’s none of their damn business if they’re not getting along. And that’s why when he thought she’d involved Yaga, he was angry. The anger left almost immediately once he realized she hadn’t.

Her wording was intentional on my part for two reasons: 1) when someone is upset, they aren’t thinking that hard about their word choice. 2) that misunderstanding fueled his fear for a moment that she was asking about him and expecting more from him by doing so.

Gojo wasn’t upset that she knew he lied. And while he struggled and was frustrated at being caught, he was willing to admit that he shouldn’t have once he realized she didn’t expect more from him.

Rinko’s breakdown was a result of many things, and he understood that he was just the trigger that allowed it to happen. And that’s why, while he didn’t apologize, he immediately admitted he was wrong once he knew she had calmed down.

These two are not dating. They’re not in a relationship, and that’s why it works. Because at the end of the day, it didn’t matter that he slept with someone else because they agree completely that they are not exclusive. They don’t care if either sleeps with someone else. They tease and they joke and she likes to rile him up by joking that someone made her cum harder than he did, but at the end of the day, the sex is just sex.

Does it look like a relationship? Absolutely. But the label is something they can’t handle and if they had that label, this would have likely ended things for them. Not having that pressure is why this still works.

I will give a small piece of information now: this is the last time Gojo sleeps with someone other than Rinko.

Rinko has already, without acknowledging it to herself, stopped sleeping with other people primarily because they’ve been seeing each other so much.

The resolution to this part was difficult for me to get to, but once I did, it felt right for the two of them to slip back into joking and teasing and for them to just be okay with each other because they trust the other to understand.

Of course Gojo would offer to make her cum to make up for it, and, honestly, Rinko is okay with that. Because again, they aren’t in a relationship. So him sleeping with someone else was never the issue, it was the lie. Now that they’ve worked through that, they can return to other problems, but for now, she just wants to turn her brain off and Gojo can absolutely help with that.

I know that this might not be the resolution some people wanted, but I felt it fit the best with who they are as characters and where they are emotionally.

I’ve had their end game mapped for a long time, and I’m confident in sticking to it because I genuinely feel it works the best. There will be ups and downs for these two, but at the end of the day, they’re both just messy lil humans who care about each other and have really good sex.

And they’re both okay with that because it’s what they both want.

[saintorchid]

Stuck on you

Eat, Sleep, Teach, and Kill was (Y/N) routine each day as a sorcerer. The mind-numbing routine varies each day, giving (Y/N) a little enough reason to stay in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery. However, there is a blond man who makes her time on earth worthwhile. 

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Word Count: 5k

A/N: Hello! I am back from the dead with a new fic. I kinda went overboard with this ahahahaha. As always this is smut and...

!!!!!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!! IF YOU DO I WISH BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW ARE HOT. (I’m serious and you will be blocked). 

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Eat, Sleep, Teach, and Kill was (Y/N) routine each day as a sorcerer. The mind-numbing routine varies each day, giving (Y/N) a little enough reason to stay in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery. (Y/N)’s worries clouded her mind each day. The next curse, future meetings with the staff on campus, the insufferable Gojo Satoru, and the biggest of them all, her students, overall it was exhausting.

In a world so cruel and children so innocent, it broke her heart to see the unavoidable responsibilities placed on her students. “They don’t deserve this; they are just children burden with the problems caused by the elders of the Jujutsu world.” However (Y/N) took that extra step extra mile to provide a better life for the students. Their lives were similar to an hourglass. A single grain of sand represented a day of her students' life. Their days were limited; time is the ultimate enemy for these children. How cruel.

As a teacher, you taught your students about jujutsu sorcery and taught your students how to remain human. Kindness, compassion, patience, and many more emotions, make us human. If you could do anything for these students, teach them that it's okay to be human. They are not dispensable emotionless soldiers used by the elders.

The sun shone through the window of the building you were in, basking you in a warm glow. It was an off day for everyone. The students and staff were free to leave campus to have time for themselves. Looking out the window, you see your students carrying beach towels in their swimwear.

A pink-haired student spots you in the window and calls out your name. “(L/N)-Sensei!!! Would you like to join us for a beach day! It will be fun and relaxing! We're staying at Gojo-Sensei’s villa!” Itadori yelled at the top of his lungs while showing off a bright smile.

You smile back, waving and answering your student's call, “I would love to, Yuji!” The students listened eagerly for your response, hoping you would join them.

“However!” A collectible groan came from the students. You laughed and gave them a bright smile, “I am a teacher, and I still have responsibilities such as grading your exams on the subject of curses we learned last week!” The students now had a pained expression on their faces and now slightly moving faster into the car to avoid the following few words that will come out of your mouth.

“But!” The students now had their heads sticking out of the packed car. “I would love for you guys to bring me back a seashell or some kind of souvenir! If it’s not too much to ask!”

A babble of replies came from the students while the car was slowly moving out of the parking lot, “You got it (L/N)-Sensei!”, “I’ll bring you all the seashells!” and “Bye, Sensei!! Have a nice day!”

You smiled, feeling your heart become full of love and adoration for your students. You would do anything to protect the remaining innocence they had.

You looked at your watch, still seeing that the time was 9:17 am. You still had a few more papers to grade, so you decided to finish grading them in your office and head out for the town to buy some groceries and other personal things.

You head to your office that’s right next to principal Yaga’s office he wasn’t in, so that made you breathe a little easier. You settled on your desk and started to grade your students' exams. Lost in focus, a knock on the door alerted you. You thought it was principal Yaga asking about the last meeting notes; however, you noticed the sight of a tall blonde man with an empty stare. Nanami Kento was your senpai back in your high school days. The man was a realistic person. His harsh truths and criticism never failed to pain you nor your student Yuji. A perspective entirely different from yours; however, despite his straight-to-the-point attitude, he still respected you. And you were enamored by the man who stood in front of you. His words did carry some truth, but that didn’t stop you from engaging in conversation with him and showing him the world through your eyes.

A smooth voice broke your focus from eyeing the man’s toned chest. “Is there something on my shirt?”

You immediately apologize, “Oh no, sorry! Um, anyway, what can I help you with, Nanami-san?” Quickly diverting the conversation back to Nanami. Hoping that he didn’t catch you ogling his chest. He noticed but still took some pride in knowing that you were staring at him. Nanami was quite fond of you. The two of you shared many things, such as your love for castella cakes that were sold at a hole-in-a-wall bakery the two of you once visited together. He appreciated you and the work that you do. Though he doesn’t know why you put so much effort into teaching, he enjoys watching you teach your shared students.

“I had a question about next week's staff meeting, so I came by to ask Principal Yaga about it. Do you know where he is at?” Nanami's voice went through your ear and settled in your lower stomach. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs, hoping that the light blush on your face goes unnoticed by him.

You reply, hoping that he would overlook the faltering in your voice. With all your confidence, you reply, “ I do not know where he is at, but I think that he has a meeting with the higher-ups from Kyoto.”

Nanami ponders on your answer and accepts it. “Ah, I see; well, sorry to bother you, Enjoy your day off (L/N)-san.” Nanami leaves and shuts your office door. Hearing his steps slowly fade into the air, you finally take a deep breath.

You had worries; however, one thing that clouded your mind was Nanami. You enjoyed his presence; actually, you enjoyed everything about him. You have loved him since high school. However, you don’t know his thoughts on love. You and Nanami have shared deep conversations about life but never love. It felt wrong to talk about love since the two of you were sorcerers, and your days are numbered. Still, that didn’t stop you from loving him; you just loved him in silence. You used small actions to your advantage. A cup of black coffee or his favorite sandwich from his favorite bakery, These small actions kept you sane.

You finished up the remaining exams and headed towards the school's parking lot. It was still early, so you decided to start your day. You got into your car and headed towards the shopping center in town.

You first head into a clothing store picking up some cardigans and tights since your last pair ripped while heading to a meeting with the higher-ups. The next store was a beauty shop. You picked up some lotion, face wash, and some perfume since you were running low. After a few more stories, you were about ready to leave, but your eye caught something. A store called “All for You”. It was covered in red lettering neon sign. Intrigued, you walked towards the store, not knowing what it contained.

You entered through the doors, immediately noticing the lingerie on display. You admired a set of purple lingerie, wondering how it would look on your body. The fabric is hugging your curves, your breasts covered by the transparent lace, the garter belt that would caress your thighs. A voice broke your focus; it was an associate heading towards you. “Pretty, isn’t it? We currently have a sale going on in the store its buy one get one 50% off the whole store. If you see something you like, don’t hesitate to ask one of us for help!” Her honey-coated voice filled your ears. You thanked her and began to roam the store. You noticed a few more sets, but they didn’t catch your attention like the purple lingerie set they had displayed at the front. You then landed in the back of the store and immediately froze up.

There were adult toys on shelves, a wide variety of dildos, vibrators, and more toys meant for one's pleasure. You looked at the toys observing their traits “vibrating”, “sucking”, and “thrusting”. You haven’t thought about sex nor masturbation in so long. School and the students always took up your time. It left you frustrated and stressed out. You haven’t masturbated either. Your fingers could only do so much but still left you unsatisfied and horny. Another associate came up to you.

“Hi Ma’am see anything you like?” The associate asked.

The thought of having an orgasm clouded your mind. You hadn’t had one in so long. The pebble of your nipples hitting the cold air, your puffy clit desperate for attention, your whole body was shaking due to the oncoming orgasm.

You shook out of your daze and answered the associate. You were about to spill your orgasmless life onto this associate, hoping that they would help you in some way and not be uncomfortable.

“Um, well, I don’t know where to start, but I am a teacher, and it's been challenging to have some time for myself, especially pleasure-wise. Is there anything you would recommend?” You mentally prepared yourself for the associate response.

The associate smiled and proceeded to show you an array of toys hoping that one of them would bring you the pleasure you needed.

You looked through the array of toys until the associate showed you “the best for last”.

It was a black vibrating egg. Its design was sleek and had seven different modes.

“This is one of my personal favorites. The more you squeeze, the more intense it gets. It has me orgasming under five minutes.”

You looked at the toy and decided fuck it, why not. You told the associate that you would take it.

She smiled and asked if you would like to buy the purple lingerie set since it was a buy one get one fifty percent off deal.

Without hesitation, you said yes.

You left the store with a new lingerie set and wireless vibrator. Maybe today was the day you can combat the stress plaguing you since you enter the jujutsu world.

You now walked to your car happily with today's purchases.

The campus was empty due to everyone leaving. The peace that covered the campus like a morning dew was relaxing. Days like this were rare, so you always took a second before heading towards your room to breathe in the fresh air.

You entered your now-empty apartment. You decided to do some chores and put away the things you bought. You decided to relax and catch up on some reading. However, there was a black bag on the kitchen table that teased you. You chose to keep on reading, but the words seemed to crash into each other like waves on a stormy day. Thirty minutes had passed, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You placed your bookmark on the page you couldn’t finish. Now with the black bag in hand, you walked into your bedroom wishing for something, but you didn’t know what you desired. You just hope whatever it was, worked.

You took out the items and laid them on your bed. You admired the lace on the lingerie set you bought. The removal of your clothes was of the utmost importance. A pile of work clothes piled around you. You turn around to face the mirror that also acted as your closet door. You take a look at your body. You never thought you were beautiful, just normal. Stretch marks kissed along your thighs, scars from fighting against curses made their home on your skin, and the curves and rolls that appeared were normal. You appreciated your body for keeping you alive.

Little by little, you placed the lingerie set. The bra covered your breasts and pert nipples, the panties hugged your hips, the long knee socks with frills made your legs even more delicious, and the garter belt with heart hoops added to your confidence. You posed in your mirror, enjoying the confidence the set gave you.

A box was open, and its contents covered your bed. You sat down, observing the toy in hand. It was slim and sleek. You read the instructions getting the general gist of it. It was rechargeable which was excellent. You heard stories from your female colleagues saying that they are immediately turn off when their battery-powered vibe dies on them while they are on the precipice of an orgasm. Thankful that this vibrator had a rechargeable battery.

The purple panties were now covered by a wet patch that has been slowly growing. Turning on the vibrator on the lowest setting, you teased yourself. The vibrations kissed your nipples and lit up your body in the smallest of touches. The vibrator moves across your body, sending your clit signals that it needed to be touched, to be teased, to bring you a well-deserved orgasm. The black vibrator in hand teased your covered pussy closer to the place that desperately needs to be touched. You moved it up and down your panties which were now soaking. You placed various pressure along your clothed pussy but never touching your clit. Your hips subconsciously bucked into your vibrator. Your other hand was fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples. A soft moan escaped your lips.

You were soaking. You cursed yourself for not putting a towel down, but you didn’t care. Your body felt like it was on fire.

Your hole was clenching around nothing. It was painful. You weren’t a virgin; you had someone nightstands to help relieve your stress from your early days as a teacher. Some of them managed to bring you into an orgasm, but it was futile. A connection is what you wanted, not meaningless sex. Then you thought about the blonde sorcerer that came into your office earlier.

Nanami was a handsome man with a body big enough to cage you in. Hands bigger than yours. His expensive cologne is filling up all your senses. You wanted him. Thinking about his hands slowly thrusting in and out of you, stretching you out to prepare you for his pre-cum covered cock. Drool slowly escaped your mouth. Moans and whimpers were becoming more frequent.

You placed the sleek vibrator inside your needy pussy while moving your panties to the side. Your pussy clenched on it eagerly, and the vibrations became even more potent. You tried to hold onto the self-control you had left. You decided that it was too much and wanted to take it out, but you realized it was stuck. Now panicking, you tried to reach inside, but your insides were covered in your juices. You couldn't take it out now in the process of thinking of resolutions; your doorbell went off. You froze. You were a horny mess; who could it be at this hour, you said to yourself.  

You grabbed your robe, covering your tantalizing body. A strained “Coming!” came out of your mouth. The vibrations were getting more robust, and you quickly decided to deal with the person at your door and resolve your problem by yourself.

Opening the door and seeing a 6-foot tall blonde sorcerer was now your second most significant problem.

“Sorry for coming so late. I came to return your bread…basket.” Nanami’s voice was now filled with worry seeing your flushed face.

He pulls you in closer with a firm grip. Your body is now indulging in his presence. “Are you okay?” He then proceeds to place his strong, callused hands on your face and forehead.

His hands-on you caused your pussy to clench, which the vibrator go to the following setting a more robust setting. A moan escapes your mouth.

The moan reaches Nanami's ears lighting his body up. Nanami looks at you with shock. Having no sanity left, you needed help, and you decided to ask Nanami to take out the toy that has been terrorizing your pussy.

Still in his grip, you looked at the blond who held you reasonably close. His scent reaching your nose was making this even more dangerous for you.

With a strained voice, words came out, “Nanami, please, I need your help, and I feel comfortable asking you for h-“

Your body betrayed you focused on reaching pleasure. With hurried words, you continue. Nanami's concern for you was even greater. You decided to get straight to the point for your own sake. “Nanami, please help me. I have a…”

You mumble into his toned chest.

His face reaches face level with you. A heavy blush covered your face. “What was that? I can’t hear you (L/N)-san.” A small smile tugged his lips, but it went unnoticed by you. The man in your apartment was making you go crazy with each passing minute.

With the left overconfidence, you plead to Nanami to help you.

“Nanami, please help me. I have a vibrator stuck inside me, and I can’t get it out, please. My body feels like it's on fire.” Nanami looked at you and realized the severity of the situation.

Nanami hasn't been in this situation before but seeing your trembling body in his arms; there is always a first for everything.

With no questions asked, Nanami picked you up while you directed him towards the bedroom. Carrying you, he saw the left overpacking of the vibrator, making a mental note of it. He carefully laid you on the bed.

“Nanami nggghhh, please.” Your body is now squirming on the bed, and the robe you had on was slowly coming undone.

Small flashes of your skin appeared in Nanami’s eyes. The bulge in his pants was becoming more prominent. Everything was too overwhelming. Your heart couldn’t take it anymore; the love you had for Nanami Kento was about to be spilled on his hands. Nanami reached to undo the robe that contained paradise but stopped.

“(Y/N) I am asking you for your permission before we continue? Do I have it?”

The respectful man was going to be the death of you. With all the strength you had left, you got up and immediately began to switch positions. Nanami followed your lead. He was now leaning against your bed frame while your legs wrapped around his waist.

Now trying to scrape the confidence you had left, you looked at Nanami, whose tips of his ears were now bright red.

“Nghhhhhh Nanami, you have my consent.”

Nanami reached for the robe once again, undid the loose knot, and internally groaned. He knew you were beautiful. Gojo would show him the women he had from one-night stands. They were beautiful women, but Nanami’s definition of beautiful was different. You are the definition of beautiful. He loves your kind personality and how you find a reason to live no matter how small it is. The set hugged you beautifully, and Nanami began his ministrations.

He pulled you closer, kissing your jawline to your neck. Inhaling your scent was like an aphrodisiac. His cock felt your wet, soaking pussy. He began to touch your nipples through the lace admiring the craftsmanship. You slowly started to hump him hoping for some kind of release.

He felt the pressure on his cock, which almost made him come. He immediately grabbed your waist, stopping you from attempting another thrust.

The look in his eyes made you squeal. His low baritone voice came out of his mouth. “If you keep doing that, I don’t think I could control myself.”

“Then lose it.”

Nanami’s hand ripped your panties off your body, freeing his piece of paradise. You felt the ripping of your panties, but you didn’t care. His callused hands teased your clit, and you let out a whimper. Your voice was addicting, and Nanami wanted to hear more. You were plenty wet, more than ready to take in Nanami. His cock was slowly becoming painful, but he proceeded to tease your hole. He inserted one finger and immediately feeling your pussy clench around it. The vibrator now moved into another level of intensity. You immediately arched your back, giving Nanami a view of your breasts that were now freed from your bra. Moans were now spilling from your mouth.

Nanami brought your body closer to suck on your breasts. Everything was becoming too much for you. You felt his groans while sucking your breasts. Nanami then entered a second finger. He felt the toy vibrator that has been plaguing you. He needed to take it out; why was he doing all of this extra stuff. You felt ethereal in his hands. Your moans fueled his ego and caused him to have a hard-on. You worked too much, and Nanami knew he shouldn’t be the one talking, but you deserve it. You deserve everything.

Nanami’s hands were now doing a curling motion in your pussy, hitting your g-spot every time. You told Nanami that it was becoming too much. He just went faster. Your legs began to shake, feeling your lower stomach catching on fire.

All of a sudden, the vibrator was now out of your soaked pussy. The building of a powerful orgasm now began to dissipate. You whimpered at the loss of Nanami’s fingers that were stretching your pussy deliciously.

You closed your eyes to catch a breath before assessing your next move. While you were doing that, Nanami reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He grabbed the condom that Gojo placed as a prank; however, this one time, he was grateful for his senpai. He took out the condom with one hand while his other hand was still keeping you steady. He throws his wallet on the nightstand with a condom in hand and bright red ears.

You thought about your loss of your orgasm, and you were so close, so close to reaching cloud nine. Nanami broke the silence but for a good reason.

“(Y/N)”

Your eyes immediately open; that was the second time that Nanami had said your name.

Nanami gulped. He was staring at your body. Your bra was still on you, but your breasts were free from the constraints. Your garter belt and thigh-high socks were still on by some sort of miracle. But your panties were gone giving Nanami his private view of your dripping pussy.

You began to cover yourself, but Nanami interrupted you. You slowly put your hands to the side of your body. Nanami was someone who made you feel safe and protected. You trusted him, and He trusted you. You weren’t going to betray that.

Nanami thought about the words that he would say to you, but his eyes were slowly taking your body in. He spoke, trying to ignore your body, but he would never call it a distraction. You were a ray of light that kissed his face in the morning.

“(Y/N), I know you asked me to take out your ‘problem’.”

He used ‘problem’ because he didn’t want to scare you away or embarrass you even further. You look at him with such soft eyes, his heartbeat against his chest. This unknown feeling began to creep on him. He has (Y/N), a beautiful woman, and his heart was going crazy on top of him. He continued talking.

“However, I have a solution that would leave us both satisfied.”

He then shows you the condom that was in his hand. You looked down to see his cock begging to be freed. He then asked you for your consent, and as soon he finished the last syllable, you said yes, yes, yes, as a prayer for only him to hear.

Nanami slowly pulls his pants stained with your juices down, which allowed his cock to be somewhat free, his boxers still covered it. He was about to reach for the band of his boxers but felt a hand slowly grasp his cock through the fabric. His breath got heavy. You slowly palmed his covered cock noticing the wet patch of pre-cum. You looked up for permission, and he nodded. You grabbed the band of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprung up, hitting his chest. Pre-cum was slowly going down his veiny cock. You began to wrap your hand around it, maintaining a steady rhythm and applying different pressures. Nanami hadn’t had sex in so long, but it never felt like this. This was different. He unknowingly thrust his hips upwards fucking himself in your hand. You then brought your other hand to play with his balls slowly. He was breathing heavily. The grunts and moans that slipped out of his mouth only fueled your passion for finishing Nanami off. Nanami realized the dynamic he was in and immediately told you to stop. He saw the pained expression on your face and began to explain himself.  

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but it’s all about you tonight; you can do it next time.”

The thought of next time made you giddy. You said okay with a smile. You were driving Nanami crazy he doesn't know how long he will last, but he’s savoring every moment with you. Nanami proceeds to lay you down. Your body was a blank canvas ready to be coated. He looks into your eyes then your lips. You slowly brought your lips closer to his lips, slowly exchanging breaths. Nanami kissed you. It started slow but slowly becoming intense. Your tongue began to lick Nanami’s lips; Nanami noticed this and opened his mouth, letting you explore before he took over. His tongue was meshing with yours. You moan into the kiss, hoping it won’t end, but this was just a tiny part of the night that the two of you were going to share.

You pull away, noticing the string of saliva that connected your lips. Nanami looks at your glossy swollen lips. Imagining how they would look around his cock. How would you take it? Would you kiss it first? Give it small licks? Thoughts of you were slowly filling his mind, you, you.

He was shaken out of his daze due to you kissing his neck. He pulled back and told you to lay down once again. He then left a trail of kisses from your forehead to the tip of your nose to your swollen lips. Kisses were littering you, and it just felt so right. He noticed that your bra was still on. He sucked and licked your nipple until it became hard. You brought your chest towards him, enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth sucking your nipple and teasing it with his tongue. While Nanami lifted your back off the bed, he used his free hand to unhook your bra. The bra all of a sudden became loose on your body. Nanami gave you a look, and you immediately tossed your bra to the other side of the room.

He continued kissing and sucking your breasts. They were made for his hands and his only. Nanami was biting harshly on the skin of your breasts. He was leaving love bites, and they looked good on you.

“Nanami, please, I want you, please fill me up; I-I need you.”

“Not yet, my darling. I still have some things up my sleeve.”

He moved down towards your body, bringing his face next to your aching pussy. He began to kiss your clit before eating you like it was his last meal on earth.

“Nanami, N-Nanami, oh god yes right there”

Nanami was enjoying your praise. Then not one but two fingers immediately entered you. You were feeling the stretch and the movement of Nanami’s fingers once again hitting your g-spot. It was all becoming too overwhelming. The fire in your lower stomach began spreading, and it was getting bigger.

“Nanami, I’m so close, please.”

Nanami saw the desperation on your face. He took pity on you.

“Before I continue, you need to do something for me.”

You, of course, said yes to anything that Nanami wanted.

“I want you to call me Kento.”

Baffled by his request, you all of a sudden got flustered.

Nanami was now waiting for you to say his name while teasing the insides of your thighs.

You whispered his name for you and God to hear it.

“What? I couldn't hear you, come on, sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

“Kento”

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Kento”

“Kento”

“Kento”

You were saying his name like it was a spell, and it worked.

Nanami lowered his head next to your ear, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

Nanami lowered his dress pants and boxers even further. He grabbed the condom and ripped it open. You saw him placed the condom on his cock. He was a good 7.5 inches, but what worried you was his girth. His cock was pretty; it had a pink tip and some very prominent veins.

“Are you ready?” Nanami chuckled in amusement, seeing you stare at his cock.

“Yes, Please be gentle with me.”

Nanami smiled and said, of course. Always such a gentleman.

He then lined himself up to your hole, which has been clenching for who knows how long.

Nanami got the first inch in, feeling you immediately clench around. “God,” He thought to himself, “She’s so fucking tight.”

“Sweetie, you gotta relax. Can you do that for me?”

You nod due to you slowly reducing into a babbling mess. You did your best to relax. However, you couldn't focus on anything, only his fat cock stretching you out.

He was finally in, and it felt like fucking heaven.

“I'm gonna start moving, sweetheart’ You think you can handle me?”

Your response was quick, Yes, Kento, anything for you. I’m yours.”

He smiled. His face was covered in a layer of sheen sweat, and his mouth and throat still had remnants of your juices from eating you out.

He began moving slowly, feeling all of you around him. Each of his thrusts was met with a mixture of each other moans.

His pace is now a little faster, rougher. Your hands were squeezing the blankets beneath you. Feeling your tight pussy clench around him almost made him come. He decided it was time for both of your to reach enlightenment.

His hand reaches for your puffy clit, which immediately made you scream.

“OH GOD, Kento, please, I’m so close it hurts.”

The orgasm that was slowly building up felt different; this one felt stronger.

“I’m close, sweetheart; you can come whenever you want; I’ll be there right behind you.” Nanami Kento, the love of your life, was helping you reach an orgasm. It felt like a dream, but it wasn’t. He is abusing your needy pussy, trying to get you closer to an orgasm, and it was working. Your body was on fire. The knot in your lower stomach was about to burst. You couldn't take it any longer. Nanami now was stroking your clit with a little bit more speed and pressure.

“Kento, fuck I-I’m coming.”

Nanami felt an even tighter squeeze and fucked you through your orgasm. Nanami is stroking your clit to the point it was coming almost unbearable.

You tried to speak up, but your body betrayed you. You squirted on him, even soaking him further in your juices. Nanami saw you squirt and thrust even harder. Your pussy had a vice grip on him. Not even a second later, he moved in you as hard as he could and came. He collapsed on top of you. His cum was still leaking into the condom. He had been pent up for quite a while now.

The two of you felt like you were in heaven. Still connected, Nanami faced you, giving you a soft stare. You look back at him, trying to find the words to say, but Nanami spoke first.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but you managed to make a home in my heart. Every day, even if I see you for just a split second, I’m happy. My heart beats faster every time I think about you. Your endless devotion and love for teaching and your students amazes me. What am I feeling? Can I ask you that (Y/N)? What is this feeling that has been plaguing me since our high school days?”

His response was so innocent, and your heart nearly exploded with all kinds of positive emotions.

“Kento, That’s love. It's what keeps us humans sane. Love comes in all kinds of forms; it's versatile. I have endless devotion and love for my students because they are just children who haven’t experienced what it's like to be a normal child. I want to protect the remaining innocence they have. It’s okay to have emotions, especially one like love, Kento.”

He looked into your eyes then to your lips. He kissed you with such fever, and you happily reciprocated.

“Then will you stay with me despite our days being numbered due to our professions,” Nanami said those words with such honesty it just made you fall in love with him even harder.

“I’ll stay with you, even if our days are numbered. Let’s enjoy what we have left together.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You replied, “Me too.”