#todou smut

[izvmimi]

Lucky - Todo x Reader

cw: minors dni, crack, plot heavy with a little porn, otaku behavior (~3.5k words), mild violence mention, fem!reader

summary: you meet someone desperate to win a competition.

a/n: reposted. 

Twenty-four-seven convenience stores are only convenient when you’re not the one working the shifts, you think as a yawn forcibly runs through your body, and you lean back into your chair, stretching your arms over your head. The digital clock directly across from your gaze, situated at the top of the glass door, states that you’ve now made it to the witching hours of 3 and 4 am. By now, everything is quiet, as most of the drunkards that leer at you from the corner of their eye as they stock up for the next few mornings have already found their way home or otherwise, and the rest of the city is fast asleep.

It’s hard to keep awake yourself, and you consider taking a nap, but alertness is probably crucial at a time like this - security cameras will only record a robbery, not prevent it. The doors aren’t locked after all, and even if this area is relatively safe enough not to require police, you’re still an easy target.

A little more than 3 hours. You switch the radio to a top 40 station and tap your foot idly with the music. It’s another Takada-Chan hit, something catchy and gooey about love in strange places that you’ve heard ad nauseam in the past week, but still has somehow grown on you. You glance over to the display shelf that has just three out of a previous stock of a hundred bags of chips with her face on the cover, flashing her winning celebrity smile. There’s something about a promotion that has made that particular brand so popular, but you neither remembered nor cared about the details. A backstage pass or fan-meeting? Either way, it’s none of your business.

At least, it isn’t your business until a figure that seems to appear seemingly out of nowhere barrels through your store. Your mind barely registers the ringing of the bell, but your eyes follow the shadow in shock, which turns out to be a young (?) man whose shoulders are hunched as he inspects every bag for a split second. Your legs freeze as does the rest of your body in disbelief as he tears each bag open one after the other, dumping its contents on the ground, then groans loudly.

“Fuck!”

He turns to you at the front counter, and you hold each other’s gaze for a split second, then he marches over with narrowed eyes, placing both hands on the counter.

You tense as every alarm bell in your mind starts to go off. This man is huge, doesn’t appear at all inebriated - rather, he smells alarmingly floral - and his eyes are narrowed in obvious irritation. At the chips? At you? What is it?

He’s dressed in plain clothes (a T-shirt and some jeans) so you don’t have a good inkling of how old he is, but he looks to be about twenties to thirties. He’s tall. He’s-

“Is this your entire stock?” He asks in a low voice. He’s grimacing but his language is somewhat polite, if not terribly demanding.

It takes you a few moments to understand what he means by ‘stock’, then you take a good look of his shirt. Fan merchandise.

There’s a sigh of relief that runs through your body finally as you connect the dots. This man is crazy but not in the I’ll kill you because it’s 3 am and I’m obviously a serial killer or actively psychotic type of way, you decide. You suck in air in your lungs, realizing you’d forgotten to breathe for the past few moments.

You clear your throat.

“If you mean, do we have any of the Takada promotional chips that you dumped on the floor, no, that was everything,” you reply, neutrally, trying to keep the still receding general confusion out of your voice.

He groans again, then, in a movement that shocks you, slams his forehead straight onto your counter with a loud enough thud that you find yourself yelping unintentionally.

He doesn’t move for the next few moments, and heart suddenly racing in your chest, you actually consider that this stranger might have just put himself into a coma.

What the hell is happening?

“S-sir,” you ask tentatively, hand shakily reaching for his shoulder. You hesitate first, but then you go ahead and poke him gingerly. He doesn’t rouse immediately but before you break out into a cold sweat, he rouses, and you can see that his eyes are filled with tears.

Your eyes widen as you decide this man is clinically insane. There’s pepper spray in one of the drawers that you reach for surreptitiously, but then he lets out a cry and rests his head again against the counter (this time thankfully not a slam), and continues to weep. Full body, grown sobs that look ridiculous on a man as thoroughly muscled as he is.

There is no amount of customer service training that can prepare you for this and you still have several hours left in this shift. You look around and of course, since it’s the butt crack of dawn no one else is around, so here you are, left with this statuesque man crying with a pile of crumpled chips waiting for you to attend to it.

This goes on for a full minute that feels like ten until you finally try again.

“Sir, I.. um, is there any way I can help?”

He rises again, slowly this time, and you notice the scar over his left eye, and wonder if it’s through antics like this that he got it. Rubbing his eyes, he murmurs something about losing his composure and trying another store.

“I need to see her,” he says. “Takada-chan is absolutely my type and obviously we’re destined to be together.” The genuine distress that you can feel in his words actually has you feeling somewhat sorry for him and before you realize, you offer up information you regret.

“We’ll probably have these back in stock two mornings from now… you can try again?”

That was your first mistake.

You’d barely had time to recover from that night before he showed up two days later, right at the tail end of your shift around 6am, in a similar frenzy. You watch the oversized man lumber in, scoop literally every bag off the shelf and dump them onto your counter. There’s no communication, just a startlingly fierce expression on his face, and somehow you understand immediately. Every bag you ring up, he opens and dumps on the ground, until the last bag turns out empty.

He frowns and you find yourself frowning with him.

“Please don’t slam your head on my counter,” you say in a small voice. Something about the statement stuns him out of his disappointed fixed stare at the mess on the ground and he looks at you again. There’s a short pause, and you fill it.

“Listen, I was afraid. I’m bad at phone calls,” you mutter. “Can’t be calling the ER.”

And he actually laughs. A full-bodied laugh that’s something like a bellow, something that’s hearty and way more fitting than crying like a child, and you find yourself cracking a smile, too.

He finally introduces himself, flashing rows of white teeth. He still smells oddly floral and the hand he stretches out for a handshake is as warm as you expected it to be, but his grip is a lot more gentle.

“Todo Aoi. Takada-chan’s future husband. Sorry to destroy your store.”

You raise an eyebrow but then grin.

“That’s fine, because you’re staying to clean it.” You point to a broom in the corner of the store. You were prepared this time.

Todo raises his own eyebrows in return but as you cock your head to the side, waiting for a challenge, he does as he told.

An otaku is not gonna intimidate you, even if he’s built like a brick wall. Maybe his plight is a little endearing, or even his earnestness, something like a sad puppy that is being nudged away from a toy by its owner’s foot.  

But he’s annoying first and foremost if anything. You hope he comes to his senses soon.

—

Todo is unpredictably predictable.

“No luck?” You ask as you see him standing outside the store with the similar dejected expression you were starting to get used to, at the onset of your shift. It’s 11pm, and you’re wondering why he’s still lingering on the premises, looking upset.

He shakes his head, then motions you over to look at something on his cellphone. He has you move in almost uncomfortably close, and the floral smell is heavier than usual. There’s a headline that suggests that there’s only a couple grand prizes left - a set of VIP concert tickets with backstage passages and a ‘day date’ with her. You glance at him from the corner of your eyes and wonder if Todo winning could potentially be as much of a curse for her as it would be the ultimate joy for him.

This man is weird, but that too is none of your business.

He follows you into the store as you switch shifts and loiters, which you notice as your coworker hands you the keys. The moment the man leaves, Todo proceeds to buy up every bag in your store in his usual routine and as you ring him up, you find yourself asking:

“Why didn’t you just do this earlier?”

He doesn’t look at you but at the pile growing at his feet.

“I feel like you’re lucky,” he replies simply.

You stop and put your scanner down, giving him a confused look.

“You’ve won nothing,” you remind him. He stops too and looks at you, then shrugs.

“Yeah but I feel like I could.”

This makes no sense to you no matter how much you wrap your head around it, but it doesn’t change the fact that the thought runs through your mind after he leaves.

—

The idea wormed its way into your head deeper than you expected, because you saw him come through the doors, less of a tornado this time after multiple days of disappointment, you waved him over to the counter.

He looked around as though he wasn’t completely sure you were talking to him, then one hand shoved in his pocket, strode over leisurely as if he delighted himself in wasting your time.

“I have a gift,” you offered, pulling out a rolled up sheet of paper out of your backpack and placing it on the table. Another customer skirts by and gives you a dirty look as you excitedly unravel it and smooth it out and you whisper a ‘hold on’ to Aoi before ringing their things up hastily and sending them off. Todo gives them an annoyed glance that makes them shrivel as they hurry away.

“What’s this?” He asks, leaning over the table. By now, he hasn’t yet started his routine of buying every Takada-sponsored item in the store, and waits on you intently.

“A map.” You pull out a pen and circle a few already highlighted stores in the vicinity that based on a ton of research and online forums are thought to have been lucky.

“These are all places where previous winners from this promotion and other promotions have gone, so I thought you could check these places out first, instead of just coming here. Some of them are a little far out, but since you’re dedicated, I think this would work out well for you.”

You look up at him after your little spiel and find that he isn’t looking at the sheet of paper but instead staring at you, somewhere in between a daze and a focused stare.

“Todo-san?”

His eyes widen as though he’s brought back to reality and he looks back at the map.

“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath as he stares back and forth over it. It’s clear that it’s taken quite a bit of time for you to do, but you don’t think you’ve ever met someone so dedicated it’s almost cute. In a pathetic way, of course.

Definitely that and nothing else.

Todo slides his hand over the map and pulls it towards him, rolling it up and sticking it in his back pocket. His inquisitive look turns into genuine excitement as he bows to you, then runs out of the store.

“Catch you later!”

It’s almost 2 am when he leaves and you look at the display stand to see that he hasn’t bought any of the chips. It’s quiet for the rest of the night.

—

You don’t see him for the next week.

Does it take a whole week to get through your map? You wonder. He also hasn’t come by to stop by your place, and you wonder if he’s decided you’re not lucky after all. For some reason you feel uncomfortable when you see other people buy Takada-sponsored chips, then remember it’s a free country. Nevertheless, you stash away a few bags for him.

Todo doesn’t come by the week after that either and the promotion ends.

The nights are quiet again. You stare idly at the display shelf, now replaced with a different brand of chips and think about the five bags you’ve stashed away for his sake and wonder what has compelled you to help this weirdo out so much. Maybe you were caught up in his own excitement, the idea of helping someone else out. Perhaps it was a bit of boredom. Some nights Todo would linger and rave about something you clearly didn’t understand after clearing up his destruction. Something about monsters and curses and sorcery that you let it enter one ear and exit the other. He was delusional after all.

But he had a very nice smile, you had to admit. The kind of smile that you wanted to keep seeing, if you admitted it to yourself.

…

It’s 4:43 a.m. and you’ve dozed off at your post.

You only realize because you wake up due to the sounds of screams, and startled, you rise straight like a board to find Aoi in your shop again, but he’s not facing you. Instead, he’s turned so that his back is to you, but he’s got someone in a chin lock and your eyes are wide.

“Oh my god, stop!” You rush around the counter to pull at his arm. “Let him go!”

Aoi’s eyes cut at you in irritation. “Now you wake up?”

He releases his hold regardless, but the man is passed out on the ground, and you turn around him, kneeling down to make sure that he’s still breathing.

“He’s alive,” Todo hisses, the annoyance still thick in his voice. His arms cross over his chest while you furrow your eyebrows at him. “What about a ‘thank you’, huh? You were being robbed while you were asleep on the job.”

Your cheeks warm as you rise to your feet. He shakes his head, and picks up the man and sits him up against a wall in the corner.

“You’re bad at your job,” Todo repeats finally as he rests against your counter, leaning on his elbow. He has one eye on the sleeping man in the corner, watching him to see if he’ll rouse.

He’s right and you swallow hard. If he hadn’t been around… you wonder what could have actually happened. Embarrassing.

“We should call the police.”

Todo gives you a slight grimace. “Not a fan of cops. He’s harmless now, don’t worry.”

You twist your mouth to the side, but secretly you’re thankfully he’s staying around. Plus he’s entertaining when he’s not actively engaged in violence.

It remains quiet for the next few moments as another song plays on the radio. It’s not a Takada hit, but it brings her back to mind.

“I take it, you ended up being unsuccessful?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “I’ll buy tickets like everyone else, I guess. True love can’t be stopped, obviously.”

You end up laughing, and he pauses.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No,” you reply quickly. There’s a smile that still lingers on your lips. “I just think it’s cute, that’s all.”

He inches ever so slightly close to you, leaning in.

“What part?” he asks. Again he’s too close and you find yourself looking away, staring straight at the surface before you.

“Just how passionate you are.”

“Oh.”

He looks like he is about to ponder it further, and suddenly, he places a hand on your shoulder. A shock runs through your body, but he pats it gently and releases.

“I’m extremely passionate about everything, particularly Takada-san. It’s something you should know about me.” He grins before hopping off the contour to turn and face you properly.

To disrupt the thoughts racing through your head, you rummage quickly through your backpack and pull out the bags you salvaged for him. He watches you as you fulfill his portion of the routine, ripping bags open and dumping the chips on the counter. Bag after bag after bag you open, and finally to no avail.

You sigh.

“I bought these last ones we had in stock for you. No dice,” you frown, sifting through the salty snacks with your hand. “Guess I’m unlucky after all.”

You start a small laugh, that’s disrupted by the sudden gentle grip of your chin. The laugh dies in your throat while he hesitates and you hesitate but something in your eyes says go ahead and he understands it intrinsically, pressing his lips to yours.

There’s a pop you hear in your mind’s ear, like the opening of a shaken soda can where the emotions of like and lust bubble out, and when he pulls back you push forward to kiss him again. In no time, he is over the counter and you’re on top of it, legs wrapped around his midsection and bodies pressed close. He kisses your ears and your neck, and perhaps it’s the fatigue of the early AM that makes you care less about the fact that a customer can walk in at any moment and that the purported thief in the corner may resume consciousness at any time, but you let yourself be consumed completely in the clash of lips, teeth and tongue.

It ends too soon.

Before he leaves, right as the figurative cock crows, he waves at you from the door, eyes lowered in the afterglow of newly realized feelings.

“If Takada-san rejects me, I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had,” he jokes.

You laugh and wave back, newly invigorated. Maybe you could even work a second shift.

—

It’s not Takada’s name he moans for nights to follow, it’s yours.

The otaku who burrowed his way into your heart finds his way into your life just as easily, and now he’s buried to the hilt between your folds.

It’s not the first time by now. It definitely will not be the last.

“R-right there,” you whisper, holding desperately onto his broad shoulders. The grip of your fingers is tight but clearly not as tight as your walls around him from the sounds of his groans as he strokes up and down into you.

He takes directions well, angling so that the head of his cock hits just the right spot at the front wall and you bite your lip, forcing down a loud moan that will make him cocky enough to go full speed ahead and make your head spin.

And sometimes he doesn’t listen, especially when he flips you over so that you’re lying on top of him and coaxes you to ride him, even though you’re exhausted and boneless from the orgasm he’s already pulled out of you.

“But you look pretty when you’ve got your titties bouncing in my face like this,” he teases. He moves to kiss the soft of your stomach, then presses his face into your chest and blows playfully which has you both annoyed and stimulated, then lays back.

“Show me how you ride,” he insists.

He’s still a weirdo.

But he’s a sweet weirdo. He takes you on dates and holds your hand. He remains looking as scary as he did the day you met to others, but to you, he’s soft and sweet, and remembers your birthday and flowers.

That odd floral scent is as familiar to you as the smell of those potato chips.

The lucky ones.

Todo’s cock disappears inside you yet again tonight, and he rests his head on his elbows, savoring your warmth as you adjust around him.

He kisses your forehead.

“I am the luckiest bastard on Earth,” he murmurs softly. He stops looking at you, and rests his head on your body, holding you tightly and listening to the thrum of your heartbeat. You run your hand through his hair.

He says it often.

Maybe he’s right.

[yellowflowerbub]

KINKTOBER

.kinktober.masterlist. 

Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. todo notices how you stare at his hands while he drives home from the gym and presents an idea to you

wordcount. 1.5k

pairing(s). aoi todo x afab!reader

warning(s). hand kink, pwp, kinda pervy reader, fingering, in the car, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, cum eating

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Todo put the majority of his focus into bettering himself. He took excessive care of his body, doing so usually taking up most of his free time. He made sure to shower frequently and moisturize twice as much. His hair care routine seemed more intricate than yours and he spent ten minutes minimum bent over the bathroom sink rubbing a plethora of skin cleansers and anti-wrinkle creams over every inch of his face and neck. He made sure to work out every single day and if he missed it, he’d do triple as much the day after. The only things he allowed to enter his body were water and protein along with any other healthy supplement that could ensure his progression.

His hard work showed greatly- it being evident in every polished and shined muscle adorn him. When he stood, he was plenty taller than you and unfathomably bigger. Besides his thighs being about as wide as your torso, his biceps rivaled your head in size. When he would hug you, his shoulders would completely envelope your body and in times where he happened to forget this, you’d nudge him until he released you with a great deal of apologies. 

Along with the other things that attracted you to him, his hands always happened to be at the top of the list. He poured just as much time into his hand care as he would anything else and you took great notice. You’d always caught sight of how soft his hands looked, his fingers in particular. The tips of them were wide and bulky and the nails around the other side were clean, filed, and short cut into a neat semi-circle. The joints running down his digits created dips that you had trouble tearing your eyes away from. His knuckles were bruised and a shade darker than the rest of his hand and back of his hands were covered in veins that bulged when his grip tightened on the spinning steering wheel.

“Babe?” 

You return from your muse, cheeks hot and nearly drooling. Had you been daydreaming this entire time?

“Hm?” Your body tilts as the car turns onto a highway. 

“Wanna pick somethin’ up from the store? S’ cheat day today so I'll get what you get too or we can just share whatever you get, pretty. Unless you want it! You can have your whole cheat day candy if you want it, babe.” Todo has always been quite thoughtful. He made a great effort to include you in the majority of hobbies that took up his schedule such as dieting or working out at his gym as you’d done today. You thought it was cute.

“Oh- right. Uh, I don’t want anything. I’ll just eat when we get home.” 

 For a brief moment his eyes slip to you, swilling up your exprespression then falling back to the road, “Everything ok? You usually get a little snack or something. Did I really take that long in my set? My bad babe-”

You interrupt him before he could manage to blame himself any further, “It’s not you, I was just,” you peek at his hands, “distracted.” He notices.

“Oh... Oh.” He faces forward, eyes directly connected to the road and clenches the leather steering wheel as the gears in his head turn. For a moment, the car was completely silent- your thighs shifting closer to one another and your nails fidgeting with the rim of your loose shorts as you await some type of response from your boyfriend.

“My hands really get to you that much? M’ glad I can have that kind of effect on you.” he admits, chuckling under his breath, “And you call me a perv.” 

You playfully nudge his shoulder, feigning annoyance, “Yeah, cause you are.”

“That’s fair but now I know we’re on the same level of perviness,” he purrs, “Only time I space out when I’m thinking about your body, is if it’s about that beautiful ass. Gym’s been treatin’ you well.”

Despite having been in a relationship for well over a year, you were still taken aback by your boyfriend’s forwardness. You tell him off but he persists, snaking a hand to cop a feel of your thigh. “You think I don’t notice?” Suddenly, the car felt a little warmer than it was a minute ago.

You stutter on what words you use to respond to Aoi as his palm burns on your skin. Feeling his hands on you, practically taking up the sp

The bumps on the unkept streets led to a jolt of the car, every bump bounced you a bit over the seat inturn digging his fingers a little further and a little deeper into your cunt. 

You clutch the arm rest of your seat and lay your head onto Todo’s forearm. The smell of his cologne seemed to be the only scent your nose could pick up, that and mix of whatever you would call that bitter gym smell. Even so, it was deeply intoxicating and gave your eyes a hard time staying in focus. You sigh into his skin as he enters you- your naked thighs subconsciously spreading from each other to create enough room for him. You stutter on your words of encouragement, every last letter getting caught in your throat and he coo’s at how cute you sound doing it.

Your attention shifts to the car window and the few vehicles that ride past it. The thoughts of one of those drivers taking notice of you panting against the tinted glass made you grind into the leather seat. The potential mortification you would experience if one of those curious drivers locked eyes with your own and to have that overwhelming embarrassment turn into guilty pleasure as Aoi would speed away from their glares. 

The tips of his fingers rapidly knead your walls while the large of his palm unintentionally press and rub against your clit. You tighten around him, every inch of you engulfing his burly fingers and he groans- eyes flickering between the near empty roads and your figure that squirmed in his passenger seat. Your hand comes to hold his wrist for dear life, only invigorating him further. The rhythm he once held moved at a faster beat with your hammering heart following suit.

Your ears perk at the sound of his hand firmly gripping his steering wheel while his other hand busy catering to your sex; the squelches of your pussy resounds throughout the car while you attentively watch his fingers delve knuckle deep into you, “Fuck-” you mutter, “Do that again,” He does so without a moments hesitation every last stroke now deep enough to caress your g-spot. 

Todo’s own groin burned- itching for an ounce of the attention that he gave you. It jerked behind his sweats while his stomach coiled at your volume yet he couldn’t have cared any less about that in that moment. The only thoughts that racked through his mind were disorganized, muddled, ideas of what he would do to you when he finally gets home or off the highway. 

“Yeah? That feels good I bet. You’re fucking clenching down on me,” He could feel his and your own muscles tense from everything occurring in his car, “My pretty girl. M’ so fucking lucky to have you.”

You felt drunk on his words. He’d always have that kind of effect on you. Despite never being poetic or poignant with his words, the manner in which he spoke to you- that rapt and enthralled tone which he used to praise every move you made completely whipped you. No matter how much he commended you, it felt like too much whilst feeling like it was never enough.

“Can’t wait till we get home. M’ gonna stuff my fingers in your mouth while I please you against our door,,” He finally catches sight of an upcoming exit, “Or maybe I’ll just pull over n’ ruin you in the car. What’d you think?”

Both of his ideas had your mind spiraling. The thought of him filling your mouth with his fat fingers, having your tongue swirl around them and your full cheeks hollow as you suck on them. His hips pounding from behind and making your spine curl. The mere thought was invigorating enough for the build up Todo worked you toward to snap.

Air was completely cut off from your lungs as your eyes screwed shut. Your voice raised and you spoke in inaudible whines you didn’t realize were pouring out. You gnaw on your bottom lip as repeated curses rake through your mind. It all felt too good. You choke out his name and he swore he almost came hearing it.

He pulls into a parking lot that's completely vacant besides the tall street lights on the outskirts of it then quickly shifts the car into park and eases his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Backseat.” 

You hum, not quite back in your head yet. “The backseat. I'm not done.”

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a/n: sorry this is wayy late. I got in a writers block and couldn’t bring myself to my laptop

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being very horny for his cute gf who does nothing but sits cutely waiting for him cuddle with her

Yuta x reader

you know you got me in your pocket - okkotsu yuuta f2l

kiss me more

[camuslittlesister]

Summer of Smut 2023 - 2

It's My Life

Prompt Beach Bar Flirting Ends in One-Night-Stand (a day late, soz ^^') Otome Hakuoki SSL Ship Harada x female OC Warning It partly takes place in the context of a scene in the game so could be considered a spoiler. Also the characters are true to their SSL personalities and situations, so that could be considered a spoiler too. It’s also again very plot heavy, I’m an Energetics blueprint (look it up, it'll be worth it)

It's my life It's now or never But I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive - Bon Jovi

"What's with that sour face, Toshi?" I was sitting at a table in a far corner of the bar area at the water park, my colleagues and friends Toshizo Hijikata and Keisuke Sanan glaring at each other while the old pal Shinpachi Nagakura scoured the menu back and forth looking for the cheapest item that would provide the highest amount of food "I'm going to pick up the tab" I announced, hoping it'd make Shinpachi speed up his decision-making. 

"You did not die for a bit of water in the face, and anyway look at how cute they are. We must accept that we aren't that young anymore" I took a glance at Todou and Yukimura at the other side of the bar as I left the table. Ah, teenage love. A feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. Love at all had been a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time, but as a high school teacher with mostly male colleagues stuck in Tokyo for the summer holidays there weren't that many opportunities for the kind of whirlwind romance you have on holiday. My parents kept bugging me about settling down, but that felt just as far away. I smiled wryly as I leaned on the bar, taking my place in the queue, looking back at my friends looking a little more relaxed than when I left them. 

Soon I was taken back to Earth by the light touch of someone bumping into me. "Oh, I'm sorry" it was a woman's voice with a cute accent. I replied that it was not a problem, not paying much attention to what must have happened. My turn came, and I ordered our drinks and Shinpachi's huge parfait. I heard the same voice again, speaking in English to the Japanese friend who was with her: "Must be nice being a man that fit, I'd have needed 3 trips for our order if you didn't come..."  that fit...that's a compliment, right? I finally turned in their directions as I made to leave the bar. She didn't notice, as they were by then making their order. 

"Hey Sano, why so distracted today?" Shinpachi was talking to me but my mind was clearly somewhere else. I realised I had been looking at the girls a few tables away from us, absentmindedly. There was four of them. Keisuke smirked, noticing that I averted my eyes, and turned around to see where from. "There's four of us, and four young women. Maybe losing to Todou was not bad after all" before I could realise what was going on, he was half the way to their table. I could not hear the conversation, but it was easy enough to imagine. He addressed the Japanese girl as the group spokesperson, in keigo with his melodic intonation that really was more like a snake trying to ensnare a prey, bowing elegantly like he was paying court to the daughter of a lord or something. It wasn't too long before he came back with a triumphant smile on his face, four young women and their drinks following behind him like a bridal procession. 

Shinpachi shot up to attention like a lazy soldier caught red-handed taking a nap, looking around for extra chairs. Keisuke had thought of everything, though. The table next to ours had already vacated, making it easy to just move it closer so we could all fit around it. "I'm going to buy us another round. What would you girls like?" they made their choices and then he confirmed if we just wanted to stick to the same. A petite girl with brown hair that reminded me of Yukimura asked him if he needed a hand since there were 8 of us, and they left while the other girls spread around the table to mingle with us rather than all sit on one side like a singles mixers. 

The girl from the bar sat between Toshi and I. I panicked: the old grump had a 50/50 chance of ruining our time together. She looked amused as she leaned back on the chair at a 45º angle, like she knew the vantage point it gave to her figure in the stylish black one piece she was wearing: "My last day in Tokyo and I'm finally meeting people other than my friends." We talked about where she was going next and for how long, how she had made these friends since she knew them before the trip and was visiting, what her life was like in her home city. Toshi chimed in every so often, clearly listening to the conversation but not bothered enough to participate in it fully, but it was mostly as if we were alone. It wasn't long before we were bantering back and forth, by then on our third or fourth round of cocktails. 

"Do you girls have any plans for your last night in Tokyo?" I asked, as the sun was beginning to set, letting us know it was almost time they'd close the establishment. "Nothing set in stone" she replied, her tone an open invitation. It was as if the left the ball in my court: she made it clear she was not desperate for the attention, while letting me know she was open to an invitation. "I know an amazing rooftop lounge where we could grab some food and see one of the best views in the city..." we exchanged phone numbers and a promise to meet again later that night.

"Are your friends okay with you not spending your last night with them?" I asked her, trying to hide how nervous I felt seeing her dressed up in a low cut evening dress, her makeup enhancing her already incredible feature. I had seen her with just a swimsuit and, yet, her sex appeal had shot through the roof as she swayed her hips on her heeled sandals on her way to me. "I think they would be way more mad at me if I didn't spend it with you, to be honest..." 

The relaxed atmosphere of the late afternoon couldn't feel any more distant as I felt conscious of her every move. The way she caressed the side of her champagne glass as I talked, and how her lips parted seductively whenever she brought the glass to her lips. The way her chest leaned forward as she ate. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about. I was captivated. Knowing it was her last night in Tokyo was a bittersweet feeling, she was a woman I could see myself falling in love with, but at the same time there was a thrill to knowing we only had that one night, and she would always live in this suspended realm of possibilities. 

"Shall we dance?" I asked her extending my hand towards her after our dessert plates had been cleared. She took it, and let me lead her to the dance floor area of the lounge. It was busy as all popular spots are, and the closeness of her body made me somewhat tense. I wondered how she felt, as she touched me playfully, coquettishly even. "What time do you leave?" I asked her, as the night turned into morning. "My train is not until the afternoon..." she replied, a knowing smile on her lips. "How about we take it somewhere we can be alone? I promise you'll make your train" "If you don't mind, my hotel isn't very far..." we called the cab and I sat next to her, my hand casually on her thigh to mask how I was excited like I hadn't been in a long time, even though I was far from an inexperienced teenager.

She opened the door and turned on the light, and I was able to notice some dresses on the chair and her makeup all over the vanity before all I could see was her, her arms wrapped around my neck. I wrapped mine around her back and leaned down to kiss her. I don't know how long I kissed her for, it felt both like an eternity and not long enough, as I savoured her like fine sake. I only know that we started by the door, and we parted with her sitting on the bed in front of me, her dress on the floor and my shirt unbuttoned. She looked beautiful in black lace, her red lipstick now vanished to a mere tint. 

I took off the shirt as she reached for my belt, and I rushed to help her out like every second wasted not feeling her was one too many. She looked down at my erection with a pleased expression, but I stopped her hand reaching out for me. She looked puzzled. Was I truly her first unselfish lover? I held her hands laced with mine as I kissed her neck, trailing my lips down her collarbone, pulling down her bra straps with my teeth before lying her down on to the bed and finally let go of her hands to play with her breasts. I unclasped the bra and she took it off, her hands reaching for my shoulders as if she understood I didn't want her near my penis yet. I took off her knickers and parted her legs. 

She looked surprised when I just didn't push myself in, but soon relaxed into my touch as I checked how wet she was (a lot) and how ready she was. She felt tense around my finger, so I whispered in her ear, as low as my voice would go: "Let me spoil you like the princess you are." She settled on her back as I reached as far as I could go, massaging her clitoris at the same time until I felt her tension go with her orgasm. I whispered again: "The sounds you make are so sweet". I kissed her again, taking it deeper as I made my way inside her at last. 

I started slow and deliberate, pushing as far as I could, feeling for her reaction, then picking up the pace faster and harder, her body moving in sync with mine like a boat on a wave, her moans pushing me further and further into my own pleasure. I laid down next to her, breathless, and she curled up on my chest as if we were long-time lovers. She kissed me where my heart was beating so much faster: "It's almost tragic that we only had one night."

CC:  @voltage-vixen 🖤 @xxsycamore​ 🖤

[megumiya]

okay but imagine spending a night with todou and itadori

i know, i know, but please hear me out >:(

i can see these two mf yelling at each other brother she's close as they synchronize the pace they are fucking your throat and your pussy

it's up to you to decide who is fucking what 👀

[thus-spoke-lo]

Just for the Summer || Aoi Todo x reader || NSFW [minors DNI] --- Summary: Written for @aasouthteranoswife’s Summer Fling collab. When you propose a summer fling with Todo, you entrust him not to get attached. But who's heart will be broken when the summer ends? CW: light angst/romance, fingering, vaginal sex, AFAB reader AO3 Link Word Count: 2.8k --- “So Aoi, I was thinking. What if we, like… I dunno… hooked up over the summer?”

You were as surprised at the words that plummeted from your mouth as Todo was. Perhaps it was the soju that had been freely flowing at dinner tonight, or perhaps it was spending yet another post-mission dinner listening to Todo wax poetic about his darling Takada-chan and wishing you had someone who would talk about you the way he talked about her every waking moment, or perhaps it was the general prospect of facing another summer alone, when all you wanted was someone to bring you home and fuck you senseless in the languid heat of your apartment, then take you out for a late-night snack and a walk around the city. Whatever it was that had possessed you during a brief lull in conversation, it was too late to take it back, and the question hung shamelessly in the air above the table.

Todo closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, crossing his massive arms as he seemed to carefully weigh his options. You waited for what seemed like at least a decade to pass before he set his wide hands down on the table and leaned forward, his eyes focused on you with a level of intensity that was vaguely unnerving, and asked slowly, “So… only for the summer?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip, as you pondered how strict you intended the proposition to be. “I mean I didn’t exactly think this through but it seemed like maybe it could be fun—you now, just a little summer fling and then we go back to being friends like always. I mean, we like each other enough.” You swirled your straw in what was left of your drink. “Wait, we do, right?”

“Are you trying to ask me if I think you’re attractive?” he laughed.

You felt your face growing hot, unsure if it was because of the alcohol or the question. “Well, yeah, I guess so.”

“Of course I do!” He reached across the table and gripped your hand. “I would be honored to be your summer fling, angel.”

“Angel?” You yanked your hand away in mock disgust. “Okay, okay, now I feel like you’re just making fun of this, just forget it.”

“No, no, of course not! I think it sounds like it could be a good time for us both. But what if we want to keep going after summer?” he asked, a wide grin spreading across his face. “What if you just fall so in love with me that you have to keep me for yourself?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Well, I suppose if that somehow happens, then I’ll just have to tear myself away from you and break both our hearts, won’t I?”

“Oh come on now, you act so hard, as though you would never fall for me. I bet you could.” He nodded forcefully. “In fact, I think you might.”

 “You’re the one who should be careful, Aoi. I think I can keep my feelings separate just fine,” you smiled.

“Don’t you worry,” he laughed, “I can guard my heart better than you think.”

Your little corner of the ramen bar felt eerily silent, the ambient synth music playing over the loudspeakers fading away outside the bubble that seemed to surround your table. You fiddled with the paper remains of a straw wrapper. “So now what?”

“Hm.” He reached across the table and stroked your forearm, his wide fingers dancing over your skin until goosebumps started to form. “Well, maybe we should get out of here and get started?”

“Perhaps we should.” You felt a fire start to burn inside you, and you quickly reached for your wallet to pay the tab.

--

It’s just for the summer, you ran through your mind once or twice as he slid a hand down your shorts while you lazed on the couch, the TV blaring something you’d both watched a dozen times already.

“Aoi, stop,” you whined in mock protest, as you started to squirm under his touch, “I’m watching this.”

He ignored your objections as he kissed and bit along your jaw, down your neck, tongue dragging along your skin, until you shuddered and moaned. The rough pad of his thumb made circles on your aching clit, his thick fingers pushed aside your slick pussy lips and plunged into your cunt. It didn’t take much for you to be on your back, shorts and panties tossed to the side so you had space to let your legs splay open, as you begged for him to fuck you, but he just smiled and shook his head as he slowed down his pace, dragging his fingers in and out of you at a torturous speed, grinning like a man possessed as he watched you writhe and squirm under him.

You realized there’d be no point in protesting and no possibility of you stringing together a string of coherent words anyway, as you succumbed to the ache deep in your core; your head lolled back and eyes fluttered shut as you felt yourself clamp down around his fingers over and over again, pulling him in deeper with every spasm. You opened your eyes again, the living room a smeared mess of color as you blinked to clear your vision, and you looked up to see Todo watching you so intently, even adoringly, as he smiled and asked if it was good for you, cooing about how pretty you look when you’re cumming around his fingers.

You sat up and threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck to hide your sheepish grin, and thanked him, like you always did. You could practically feel him melting as you praised him, told him how good his fingers felt, how you couldn’t wait to have his tongue on you or his cock inside you next. It didn’t take too many more of your sweet words before you were bent over the couch and he was buried deep in your folds, coaxing more orgasms and more praise out of you.

As usual, you never did get to finish that show you were watching, though by the end of the night, you couldn’t even remember what it was about.

--

It was hard to keep in mind that this wasn’t meant to last—that you were clear that it was just for the summer, that you would keep your feelings neatly boxed away—when you wandered out of your bedroom, your legs thick columns of jelly, still aching and sore from every orgasm that he pulled out of you late into the night, to find Todo standing in your kitchen, naked except for a jokey “Kiss the Cook” apron you had forgotten was tucked away in a junk drawer. When he heard you padding down the hall, he quickly stood up to greet you, holding a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of hot sauce in the other. “You’re just in time, lovely!” he exclaimed. “I was about to make eggs, just the way you like them. The rice is done, just keeping it warm.” He walked over a planted a kiss on your forehead. “Everything should be ready soon, you just sit down, I’ll serve you as soon as it’s done. I know I wore you out last night, so I thought I should get you fed first thing!”

You nodded sleepily and sat down at your small dining table, one leg tucked under you, as you absentmindedly played with a fork, lazily spinning it between your fingers. You watched Todo buzz around in your small kitchen; he moved nimbly in the small space for someone of his immense size, making egg cookery seem almost elegant, as he hummed some upbeat tune you’d never heard and you made a mental note to ask about it later.

Had you ever told him how you liked your eggs? It was possible you had told him directly, but knowing Todo as you’d grown to over the last couple of months, it was more likely that you had mentioned it fleetingly in some conversation that had nothing to do with anything, and he had tucked it away in his steel-trap mind, keeping it safe and sound until the day when he would have the chance to make breakfast for you.

He was just like that, you had realized after spending this much time with him, more than you ever had on missions or late-night drinks—he just remembered things about you, like when he’d stand at the coffee shop counter with you and proudly rattle off your order that he’d memorized after just one time hearing it, and then wrap his arms around you while you waited for your beverage, resting his chin on the top of your head, swaying back and forth and dancing with you to the standard-issue café music playing softly over crackled speakers.

You wondered how many more things he remembered about you, and what he would choose to forget when it was all over.

--

It’s just for the summer, you reminded yourself as you rode him in the heat of the afternoon, the air in your bedroom thick with sweat and lust and humidity, his fingers sinking into your hips so deep you knew there’d be bruises in the morning. “Let me help,” he panted as you slowed down, your thighs searing from fucking yourself on his thick cock for what felt like ages, your pussy walls quaking from overstimulation. He held you in place as he lifted his hips off the mattress, thrusting up into you, disappearing into your slick folds as he eagerly aimed to wring another orgasm out of you.

“I—I can’t,” you stuttered, trying to scrape together the words to say your body was spent, that you wished you could keep going forever, letting him keep his pulsing cock buried inside you for as long as he wanted, but you simply couldn’t take anymore. You leaned forward and laid your head on his chest while he continued to drive himself into you, as you whispered, “Aoi, my legs.”

“Say no more, my angel, I’ve got you,” he cooed into your ear, as he lifted you off him and laid you on your back in a rapid motion.

“You know I love to see you under me like this,” he grinned as he placed a pillow under your head and gently stroked your cheek. His large body engulfed you, one massive arm on either side of you, while you wrapped your aching legs around his waist and pulled him into you, his cock sliding back into with ease. He never minded trapping you under him like prey, keeping you caged under his wide frame, while he slowly dragged himself in and out of you, your walls gripping him with every stroke.

“F-fuck, that’s it,” you cried as he hit that perfect spot, the one that made your legs quake and your heart feel like it was going to drum right out of your chest. You clenched around him as your orgasm came on suddenly and urgently, and it wasn’t long before his hips began to shudder and he moaned, long and loud, into your shoulder.

He kissed you—sweetly, adoringly—and smiled tenderly at you before moving to lay down beside you. You rolled over onto your side to slot in next to him, his arm already raised to accommodate you, just as it was every time. You ran your fingers over his chest, making repeating patterns on his skin, while he sighed and closed his eyes.

The sun was descending in the evening sky, and the room was filled with a golden light, shadows dancing over the bed. You hadn’t even thought about getting up to leave yet, and you found yourself missing him already.

--

It’s just for the summer.

The words you’d said to Todo so many weeks ago echoed in your mind as you laid curled in on yourself in his bed, covers thrown off you, your knees drawn up towards your chest, your eyes fixed on the blank wall in front of you. You knew it was the right thing to do—you’d known each other so long, worked together so often, there was no way this could be more than a fling, right? It only made sense that you’d see each other as a means to an end, a way to keep your minds and bodies occupied and stave off the loneliness that seemed to be inherent in your line of work.

“Mm, you alright angel?” you heard from behind you, Todo’s voice thick with sleep.

Angel.

From that very first night when you had tipsily proposed your summertime liaison, you were his sweet, lovely angel—it was sometimes “darling” or “baby” or “sweetheart,” but nearly always “angel,” a name you would have never accepted from anyone else, but when it dripped from his lips, it tasted like honey. The way he said it, it was as though it had been waiting to spill out of him, held tightly in his mouth like a secret, just waiting for the right moment. It was hard to feel like an angel when you knew the time would come when you’d have to cut him off and walk away. You sank further into your own thoughts as you answered, “I’m okay, I didn’t mean to wake you. My mind just doesn’t want to quiet down.”

“C’mere then, lemme chase those bad thoughts away.”

“Aoi, it’s okay, I—“

“No. I said c’mere.” He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you in with startling ease; you stiffened, tried to pull away, but it was no use with his thick arm wrapped firmly around you like steel cables, his face nestled in your hair, feeling his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.  He laid the blanket back over you, the fabric resting lightly against your skin. “Sleep well, angel, I’ll be right here with you,” he said groggily. “Don’t you worry.”

You laid in silence, letting yourself sink into him, placing your hand on his, as he pressed himself against you and you felt the rise and fall of his chest on your back, taking in the sensation of his warm skin cooled by the window fan. It’s just for the summer, you repeated, a hot, angry tear rolling down your cheek and onto the pillow as you felt an ache deep inside you that you couldn’t ignore.

Fuck. I think I could love him, you thought, I think I really could.

All those nights drinking beer and eating ramen after missions, listening to him blather on and on about Takada-chan’s talent and beauty—it wasn’t that you wished someone would talk about you the same way, it was that you wished Todo would talk about you in that same way. You knew now that he would, and he did—you’d come over at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night to “watch a movie” together, your hair a mess, dressed in sweats and whatever shirt was semi-clean, your skin glistening with sweat from your walk over to his apartment. As soon as he energetically swung open his front door, he’d pull you into his arms and nuzzle your neck and kiss every square inch of your face, telling you how good you looked, how lovely you smelled, asking you with only the utmost sincerity how it was that you could be dressed so casually and yet look so stunning. You melted for it every single time, feeling his hot breath against your damp skin, his touch urgent and hungry, like he had been missing you for a thousand years or more, even though it had been only half a day since you’d last seen each other.

But you told him and yourself over and over and over again, like some sort of grim mantra, that it was only a fling, one that was only meant to last as long as the heat of summer, and it would end when the breezes turned cool and the trees started to lose their green and prepared to turn vivid hues of crimson and orange. As the leaves began to wither and die, so would your love affair, and you would return to your positions as coworkers and occasional friends, return to watching each other’s backs during working hours and talking about the latest episode of a shared favorite show over soju and beer afterwards. It was, perhaps, why you let yourself lean into his overbearing affection, why you came running like a lovesick teenager every time he texted asking if you wanted to come over, why you’d lure him to your apartment with the promise of a home cooked dinner followed by worshipping his muscled body for as long as he desired—you wanted so badly to drink all of it in, to leave yourself intoxicated with his affection as the lengthy and languid days of summer faded away behind you.

You wondered to yourself how you were going to bring yourself to break his heart one of these days, but mostly wondered how you’d bring yourself to break your own.

[spicysoftsweet]

a psa about todou aoi, todou x reader

a/n: nsfw, fem!reader

listen-

todou motherfucking aoi is sexy as hell and you guys are all just cowards!!!

you’re all just afraid he’ll have you ass up, face wet with tears, and shoved down into the mattress with a hand as large as your head.

you’re intimidated by the fact that this aesthetic brute will take no time in hooking an arm around your midsection to pull you towards him for better access, and slap your ass so hard, you’re thrust forward just minimally with a gasp, too pressed flush against his rock-hard abdomen to move very far

you hate the fact that he’d take a large inhale of your pussy first and let out a loud sigh of satisfaction before licking a long stripe from the clit to the taint, reveling in the taste of your already slick folds, your shudder and the muffled, barely audible whimper that leaves you

you are intimidated by the thick fingers that play with your pussy before guiding his cock in - your body tented up for him, his hands gripping not so gently at the flesh of your hips

“relax baby”

how can you fucking relax when it feels like he’s splitting you in half (pleasurably) as he pushes past your entrance, a pleased groan accompanying the affectionate rub of your ass as he sheathes himself inside you?

how (!!!) are you supposed to deal with the first stroke, then second, then third then too many too count where he praises you on how fucking tight you are and how well you take him?

or when he reminds you how pretty your shoulder blades look, pressed together, when your wrists are held behind you, enclosed in his right hand?

you hate this, sobbing and crying and clenching and cumming around his stupid cock, and the fact that even though you can’t see him, you can imagine that monstrous body he bares to literally everyone and that stupid grin on his face

you hate him because he’s dumb and annoying but somehow just the sound of his praises makes your heart and pussy warm?’

...

yeah

coward!!!!

[dilftaroooo]

there is not enough todo content on the internet AND I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE HES SO MF FINEEEE PLS unfortunately i’m only one half of his type 😔

anyways imagine todo hitting it from the back but like holding your hands like a wheelbarrow??? idk what that position is called but i’m feral just thinking about it bc i KNOW he’s got the strength for it

tags: rough sex (that’s it).

bestie come through with these todo asks EEEUUUGH (you said you’re only one half of his type so let me guess.....you got a phat ass don’t you? 🥴🤪)

and you’re right we definitely don’t get enough todo content and it angers me. we don’t get enough of the man who canonically always smell good and is built like a god BUT WE DO GET ENOUGH OF THE 28 YR OLD MANCHILD WHOS A SUGAR ADDICT AND IS INCAPABLE OF LONG TERM RELATIONSHIPS (this is canon) SMFH 😾😾

after a brief explanation in dms of just what position you were talking abt im 100% sure todo is able to manage it, i mean how couldn’t he? the man is built like a brick wall. when you turn him on, expect to always (i really mean it) be pummeled to the brink of tears: you’d be on your knees on the mattress, arms pulled back from todo gripping your wrists, face buried in your pillows which was now soaked with drool and tears as todo rams your pussy with no trace of remorse. omg your screams would be muffled when he hits your g spot which would be at every thrust bc HE HAS THE COCK OF A BULL MOOO MOOOOO (he also growls a lot during sex its so hot)

“holy shit babe did you just get tighter around me? fuck-” “-aoi ahhh! aoooii”

there’s a lot of carrying when it comes to todo fucking you (not just bc he has easier access when doing it, it’s also bc he’s a bit of a showoff lol) so holding you up to his chest and thrusting upwards, full nelsons, and wall fucking is on his list🤩🤩

[novvah]

When he tells me to get my ass into the bedroom

[cherrysha]

The idea of Todou sticking his tongue in your mouth!! Just gross and overwhelming and so self indulgent it makes you gag. Coos at you and tells you in a hushed tone that it’s okay if this is your first kiss, it’s okay if you don’t understand because he’ll guide you through it. You don’t need to worry abt pleasing him because tonight he’s focused on showing you all about sex, even though you’re definitely not a virgin, but he’s delusional enough to think you’re nervous because it’s your first time.

Todou who dotes on his new girlfriend to the point he’ll spend hours between your legs, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. Because you’re a ‘virgin’ and he wants to spoil you rotten. It doesn’t matter if you explicitly tell him you’ve kissed before, you’ve fucked someone else before, he convinces himself you’re lying because you’re too embarrassed to admit the truth. He doesn’t even think about his aching cock. It’s selfish to do so when you’re so inexperienced that you don’t know where your g spot is. Todou will find it, and he’ll be more than glad to show you once he does.

He’s not the most experienced but is so enthusiastic, so eager to please that he’s looked up every single way to make a woman orgasm, and asks you which one you like the most when he’s finally balls deep in your sopping wet cunt, he’s done an amazing job of working you up. Ignoring your overwhelmed cries, your damp face as fat tears collect in ur hairline. You don’t know what you’re talking about, have never experienced an orgasm so of course you’re overwhelmed. He’s going to give you more and more and more until you truly know what it’s like to be overstimulated. Until you pass out from exhaustion and wake up again to Todou still fucking your pliant body.

Todou believes that your first time should be memorable. If that means he has to fend off his own orgasm, has to fight the urge to cum at the sight of your disheveled body, has to ignore the urge to roll his aching cock against the bed as he eats you out, then so be it. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s forced to slap your sweaty face to wake you up again, you’ll remember this moment. Remember how good he can make you feel.

[novasdarling]

hello! can i request the prompt “Are you going to be good for me? Or do I have to fuck that attitude out of you?” for todo aoi

Love this. Here you go. Warning you, it's a bit all over the place. Anyway, enjoy.

Don't Leave Me

TW: Hints of Manipulation, Pushy Todo, Mentions of a Failing Relationship, Noncon, Smut, Female Reader.

The weather was wonderful, perfect for a picnic with your boyfriend, Aoi Todou. He promised you that this weekend would be about you two. Even taking you out of town to rent a small cabin for the weekend. Yet, he kept taking work calls, disappearing once at night. Stating he needed to drive into town due to bad reception. It was a poor excuse. One you barely believed, but no matter how much you complained and tried to remind him this was a couples weekend. He still ignored you for work. You had managed to get Todo to agree to stay a few days longer. Telling him he owed it. He had ruined the romantic weekend, it was his own doing. You were owed at least three extra days.

This picnic was supposed to be cute, romantic. Just you two having lunch by the river. It was nice, it was, but your boyfriend seemed to ignore you. Instead of taking call after call and checking his phone. It was when he had ignored your question for the fifth time that you were fed up and left. Storming off towards the cabin. Staying longer was a clear mistake. The two of you should have just left yesterday like you were supposed to.

Ignoring his calls for you as you made your way back up the path to the cabin. Tears were forming in your eyes. It was dumb, he was being mean and disrespectful. It was useless to cry. It never made any difference. He would always simply just apologize, but then go back to how he was before. All you could do was enjoy the rest of the days you still had here and ignore him. Todou appeared a few moments after you in the cabin, with the remains of the picnic. His apology held no weight.

“Look, I’m sorry, but you know I work a lot.”

That wasn’t an apology. You didn’t want to hear this, getting up you left the room to go to the bathroom. The rest of the afternoon was like that. His words were ignored or met with a dry remark back. Not even calling him for dinner when you finished cooking it. Letting his plate get could while he was out taking another call. Walking in he saw you in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. His cold plate on the table.

“Why didn’t you call and tell me dinner was ready” You shrugged in response. Todo took a deep breath and walked to his plate. Going to warm it up in the microwave beside you. After placing his plate in the microwave, he attempted to slip his hands around your waste.“Look I know you’re mad-” You dodged his embrace and left for the bedroom. Giving him a quiet “enjoy” as you exited the room.

You missed his expression. The anger boiling behind his eyes. Rising at how you avoided him, refused to accept his apology. You used to get it. Be understanding about his work, how busy he was. Sure you didn’t really know what he did, but the cover of him working in an office should be enough. Office people work overtime right, so why can’t you accept his busy life. After all, it's been like this for months. Todou was thinking of what should you two talk about tonight. How could he make you happy?As he entered the bedroom you were about to get up to leave. Making up an excuse to go finish cleaning the kitchen or living room.

“No. We need to talk” His arm blocked the doorway.

“What is there to talk about? You obviously care more about your job than spending quality time with your partner.” Your attempt to leave again was halted.

“No. That’s not true and you know it.” You laughed at his remark, trying to leave again only to be stopped once again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You sounded defeated and upset by him. “Obviously this weekend wasn’t about us. Even the extra few days are probably going to be useless.”

You shoved harder against his arm. Even ducking under his arm to get away. Todou moved to have his whole body blocking the doorway now. Keeping you caged in the bedroom.

“No, this weekend was about us. I-I was just busy. I’m sorry. Babe…”

His apology was worthless right now. He had apologized after the first day, but no change came of it. Tears were once again welling up in your eyes. How could he act like a simple sorry would fix everything? After all, there was no change to come of his words. It was only to make you and him feel better. Make it seem like he feels bad about making you upset.

“This trip was a horrible decision.” Your words were soft. You sounded beaten, tired of him.

Todou was surprised at your words. That you were really so hurt by him. It didn’t make any sense to him. He was working to support the two of you. You deserved the best that life had to offer and he wanted to ensure that he could give that to you. Though, the hurt in your voice was evident enough that it wasn’t all you wanted. Rather, you just wanted him. Todou wanted to make it up to you. Make you realize how much he wanted you. But you were so stubborn. Ignoring his words, his pleas for forgiveness.

“Listen, I-I know it was wrong-” You told him to stop. To forget it. That maybe this relationship wasn’t compatible.

Your words lit something in Todou. Your words were a threat. The idea of losing you drove him crazy. You were his everything, his future. Todou was even planning to propose hopefully soon. Hopping that he would be able to get a ring by the end of the month. He couldn’t lose you. No, that wasn’t allowed. His hands came to cup your cheeks. Pulling you towards his face so he could plant his lips on yours. Searching for some reaction, hoping you’d kiss back. Instead, your lips felt limp against him. Refusing to kiss him back, yet didn’t try to get away from his grasp. Pulling away to look at you, he was met with your doe eyes looking up at him. As if pleading with him, pleading for him to change. Todou hoped it was for change because he would. He’ll change for you. These last days here will be spent proving it to you. Kissing you again. Promising you to change between kisses, promising that he’ll do whatever to make you happy again. Lifting you up while he kept your lips attached. Placing you on the bed as he crawled on top of you. Murmuring praises and promises.

“Aoi, please. I’m just not in the mood after all of this.”

You were tired and sad. It hurt him to hear you like that, but also that you were refusing him. You never did this unless something was seriously wrong. This was all a very real problem. Not something that he could brush away with his smile and words of encouragement like usual.

“Don’t be stubborn. Let me make it better.” His hands began to undress you. Trying to remove your top.

“No-No. You’re not listening.” Your hands came to stop him. Doing very little to stop his actions.

“Aoi listen I love you, but I can’t do this. This isn’t going to wo-”

Todo’s eyes met yours, stopping the words from coming out. They were dark, anger was pooling in them. You had never seen him like this. Only capturing bits of true anger when someone flirted with you in public occasionally.

“No, you listen. I can change. I will change. I'll do anything you want. Just please stay."

You shook your head. Pleading with him to understand that it wasn't going to work. You both wanted different things in life, in the relationship. You wanted someone who would make time for you. His pleading did nothing. You just wanted to go somewhere else. For him to understand it was over. Todou's approach changed, realizing pleading with you wasn't working. He needed to find a new way for you to stay.

"Listen, just listen" He was raising his voice at you. "This is what's going to happen. We can pretend this fight didn't happen. Go back to our trip like we had planned. No more calls." You shook your head. Not agreeing to his proposal. His hand that was keeping you in place tightened. "That is what's going to happen, it wasn't a choice sweetie. Now, are you going to be good for me? Or do I have to fuck that attitude out of you?”

He had a smile on his face, but his words were anything, but soft. They silenced you, stopping you in your tracks from trying to sit up and move away. From trying to get your shirt back on as he slipped his hands under to take it off. Interpreting your silence as subornation. There was no fight left to give. You still loved him, perhaps it would be best to just let him have this last night. His last night of having you as his girlfriend. So you laid back when he placed you on the bed, and let his lips plant kisses across your body. Leaving hickies as he went along. Hands groping your thighs and waist. Todou moved in-between your legs. Holding them apart.

“Be good, please. And I’ll be so much better.” Those words made your heart flutter, but you couldn’t trust him. Not after all of this.

You allowed him to undress you completely, kissing your bare skin. Moving lower down your body until his mouth found your cunt. Delving into it. Eating you out like he was starving. As if you tasted like the best thing he ever had. The moans leaving his mouth were pornographic, overexaggerated. The pleasure was building up fast, he always had an ability to do that. Bringing you to the brink of your orgasm so fast and hard. His tongue twirling around your clit. Going from teasing your clit to delving into your entrance. Grabbing at your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“Fuck baby, you just taste so good.” There was a part of you that wanted this. To fall back into the routine of loving him unconditionally like a puppy. However, it wasn't practical anymore. Todou most of felt your tension, your reluctance to let him have his way fully.

“Sweetie, relax please.” So you did. Trying to relax, forgetting the fight. The disappointment that was directed towards him. Relax, just relax and enjoy what he’s offering. After all, this was the last night you could.

Todou’s tongue brought you to your orgasm soon after you relaxed. Screaming his name as his face was coated with your arousal. He looked up at you as he wiped his face with his hand. Moving so he could undress. Removing his top and bottoms. You watched as his dick sprung free. It was huge, with a few prominent veins running on the top and bottom. It was always intimating. Huge, both in length and width. Though it always filled you, hit all the right places. Leaving you cock drunk and begging for more. Todou moved to be on top of you.

“Thank you for listening.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as he lined himself up with you. Pushing in slowly as you grabbed at him. Trying to accommodate for his size. “I know, I know, come on relax for me, baby.” So you tried again. Relaxing your muscles as he pushed in more. Filling you inch by inch. You were so full as if there couldn’t possibly be more, but you knew better. There was always more with Todou, it seemed like it never ended. “There, it’s in.” Todou began to thrust slowly into you. Letting you adjust to his size. No matter how much you two had sex, it was always difficult to take him.

You knew you needed more than just love in a relationship. You wanted more, wanted to help him be better. Make him the boyfriend you knew he could, the one he thought he was. As he fucked into you, you pictured him being all he promised. Perhaps if he truly changed the last few days, there could still be a future. It was a hope that was caused by him promising you everything, him fucking into you like he was a man on a mission. It was lust that was causing you to backtrack on your previous words and notions.

The thrusts were deep and gaining speed. The moans that left your lips were real and made Todou ecstatic. All he wanted to do was to make this shitty vacation better. Make everything up to you. Have you back like before. Following him around like a little lost puppy. So determined to get his attention. Yet here you were. Laying beneath him trying to stifle moans and avoid looking him in the eye. After giving him all that unnecessary silent treatment. Acting like a brat that was ungrateful for all he did for the two of you. But he could be understanding, he could help you with what you. Become more of what you wanted. His thrusts were speeding up. It was always so hard to hold himself back with you. Feeling your tight walls squeeze his dick. Gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. If only he could never leave. Never stop feeling your body against him. He’ll fuck you so well that you’ll remember who you belong with.

“Such a good girl. Fuck, yes that’s it, baby. So good for me now. That attitude is long gone huh?” You looked so beautiful split open on his dick. Watching as he went in and out of you. Trying to get as deep as possible. “So good for me. It looks like all you needed was your boyfriend’s dick to behave.” Todou’s lips were pressed against yours quickly after. Searching for your reaction. Wanting you to want him back.

It was hard to deny Todou, especially when he was thrusting into you like this was the last time he would feel you. Focusing on Todou’s face, you saw how blissed out he was. How when he made eye contact with you, his eyes held nothing, but pure love and desire. Reminding you of why you fell in love with him. You felt him begin to thrust into you at a sloppy rate. He was close.

“I love you.”

Those were the only words Todou needed to hear in order to finish. Giving you shallow thrusts while he began to fill you. He collapsed. Seeking comfort in you. Clinging onto you as he kissed along your jawline. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He promised to be better. Which he did for the remainder of the trip. Refusing to take another call unless you were asleep. Doing whatever you wanted as long as he got to keep you and have you as much as he wanted at the end of the day.

Tip Jar(if you want)

[captainaikus]

𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ ℍ𝕀𝕊 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝕃𝔼

ଘ Pairings : Nanami Kento x fem! reader

ଘ Reader is 21 and in their last year of uni. Nanami is 27.

ଘ Ratings : MDNI, Minors stay the fuck out.

ଘ Genre : Fluff, minor angst, smut.

ଘ Warnings : 18+, MDNI, cunnilingus, blow jobs, masturbation, nipple play, mentions of overstimulation, nudity, protected sex. Mentions of consumption of alcohol.

Synopsis : Getting a tattoo was a part of the bucket list, but being interested in the man who tattooed her skin wasn't. Would (Y/N) be willing to cross the line from being a client to a love interest of the stoic tattoo artist? Would the man she dreams of every night before sleeping even after crossing off the item on the bucket list become hers?

ଘ Word count : 15k. This is literally the longest piece I have ever written.

ଘ Notes : Might make a Gojo version of this. Art is owned by me.

ଘ Status : unedited. If I find mistakes later while editing, I’ll fix the errors :3

ଘ Reblogs and comments are appreciated !!

ଘ Do not copy, translate, edit or repost my work.

Art could come in many forms.

Some came as oil paints on canvases or mindless doodles that were painted on the edges of pages by a person sitting in a chair, but one that seemed to captivate the attention of many was art on skin. Each piece always had a story to tell, eliciting laughter among a group of friends if it was done with a needle in a drunken state or a wave of oohs and ahs at the thought of etching something permanent on skin because of a bet, dare or something more deep such as a love story. 

Standing at the threshold of the shop, you tapped your foot against the rough wood, anxious of the appointment you had booked the previous day. 

“You should definitely go for it. It would be one of the most not-so-boring things you have done in university years.” Mai said, handing your phone over to you. 

“Are you sure? Cause once I get that on my skin, there is no reversing it.” you said, clicking your phone shut. 

“Please. Todou has a lot of tattoos and some of them don’t even make any sense. This one does and you should definitely get it done. It would really compliment your skin.” Mai said with the wave of her hand. 

Chewing on your lip you knew having a tattoo would call for commitment. There were stories of people advising others to never get a quote or a lyric etched permanently on your skin, often having cover up tattoos over them or having them lasered; with short lived relationships that were in the form of reminders of ex lovers names, tattooed in the most secretive, intimate or open spaces on skin. Being cautious about all these things and opting to not follow the norm was one way to live… but what if you wanted it for your own personal satisfaction and change? 

You had decided to graduate from your final year of university with one good memory of an accomplishment you would achieve alone apart from grades; which was the bucket list of the worst decisions you had ever made. Getting drunk and being completely blacked out was a part of Mai’s idea when she had thrown a wild party at her house despite the protests of her twin sister. Going out for a drive at night to no place in particular had been another one of Mai’s contributions to your bucket list with Todou’s complains about having a hangover and Kamo’s groaning about having to deal with the bulky man. Deciding to go more bold, you had made up your mind on a choice every person had when they were young and reckless. 

Getting a tattoo. 

Dialing the number on your phone after searching for various shops and reviews, you finally found the place that had suited your standards. With three rings, your call was answered. 

“You’ve reached the night parade, how can I help you?” a light yet baritone voice said. “Hi! I wanted to ask if you would be able to book an appointment tomorrow…?” you asked shyly, one hand curling into the hem of the bottom of your shirt. 

“Just gimme a minute” the young man answered as there was shuffling in the background. 

“Sure, take your time” you said, looking at the screen of your laptop, analyzing the pictures that had been uploaded onto the website. 

“We’re free at seven.” the voice stated. 

“Okay… can I book an appointment for that time?” you asked, toes curling at the thrill of finally getting what you wanted. 

“If you want. And if you happen to cancel, do let us know early. Not at the time we close shop” the young man commented. 

With a chuckle you said, “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll turn up at that time.” 

“Cool. I’ll write your name down so that one of the artists can start working on you.” the voice answered. 

“Might I know your name so that I don’t walk into the wrong shop?” you asked, lightly scratching your cheek. 

“I highly doubt you would walk into the wrong shop cause the display board would be outside… but the name is Fushiguro Megumi.” the baritone voice replied. 

“Alright. I’ll stop by tomorrow. Thank you, Fushiguro san.” you said meekly. 

“Anytime.” was all he said before you heard the phone line go dead on the other side. 

‘Megumi… a pretty name but very uncommon for that kind of a voice.’ 

Opening the door, you heard the charm of the bell as you stepped inside the warm room. Looking on your right, you watched a young man type away aggressively on the desktop that sat perched on the wooden desk. He had spiky black hair and ocean green eyes that shifted lower with every sentence he read on the desktop. Stepping closer to the back of the desk, you cleared your throat, waiting to get his attention. Eyes snapping up in your direction he looked to the ceiling on the wall on his left, noting the time had been seven o’ clock. 

“Seems like you stepped into the right shop afterall” he said with the roll of his eyes as he laxed into the chair behind him, folding his hands. 

“Megumi. How many times have I told you to not be rude to the customers?” another baritone voice came from behind you. 

Looking back, you were met with the sight of a white haired man with round dark glasses. His arms were covered by the long sleeves of his shirt with only a peek of a wing on his neck. Eyes trailing down, you watched as his calves flexed the ink on his skin. Stretching his legs out to display, your eyes quickly snapped to meet his. A playful smirk played on his lips as he got up from his seat and walked to you. You felt your eyes widen at the sight of the man as he fit into the perfect description of a model who would be printed on the cover of the magazine despite the fact that he was adorned in tattoos. 

“And you’re miss… uh…” he said, lowering his glasses with one of his hands while the other was in his pocket. 

“(L/N). (L/N) (F/N).” you said. 

“Right…” he said with a teasing drawl as he watched you from head to toe. 

With an awkward clearance of your throat, you spoke. “And you are?” 

“Gojo Satoru.” he said chirped back. 

“Do you uh…” you said, trying to choose the right words to ask him if he worked in the tattoo shop to not seem offensive while fidgeting with your thumbs. 

“If you’re asking me whether I work here, as a matter of fact I do. I co-own this shop with another artist.” he said, sticking his tongue out playfully. 

“Oh… “ you said in awe. 

“Yeah…that grumpy old man should be here anytime now…” he said, looking at the door in expectation. “Afterall… you are his client.” 

It was as on cue, the door had opened with another man stepping into the shop. He was nearly as tall as Satoru but had been a few inches shorter. He had blonde hair, slicked back with a clean undercut and prominent cheekbones; lips pressed into a fine line with a silver ring resting against the middle of the lower appendage. His skin seemed to be covered in tattoos with peeks on it rising to his collar bones while the rest was hidden under a tank top accompanied with an overcoat and a pair of loose fitting platform pants. Taking off his glasses, he placed it with a light clatter on the desk before turning to take off his overcoat and hang it from the rack that was on the left wall into the entrance of the shop. 

‘Does everyone who works here have to look like a model?’

“Megumi, I told you not to make me work overtime. This is the third time this week you’ve done that.” he said in a raspy yet frustrated, resting both his arms against the desk, he towered over the green eyed boy. 

“I asked Gojo san if he was willing to tattoo on the client and he said, ‘No, Let Nanamin do it.’ “ Megumi said, pointing a thumb towards you. Brown eyes snapped in your direction, causing you to gulp at the awkward tension in the shop. Letting out a heavy groan, Nanami let his head hang before turning to face the white haired man. “When are you going to learn to be responsible, Gojo san?” he asked with the pursing of his lips. 

“Oof… that’s very cold of you to say Nanamin. Practice makes a man better and you should be happy that I’m giving you that opportunity.” Satoru said cheekily. 

“Whatever. Let’s get this done with.” he said, bending towards the shelf to grab a sketchbook and stationery. 

Walking past you he opened a door behind, one hand holding his materials while the other rested on the handle. 

“After you.” he said curtly with a shake of his head, ushering you into the room. With a quick nod, you stepped inside, taking a look around you. Shelves were littered with bottles of ink, needles and tattooing equipment with two desks that were placed next to each other with bulletin boards that were pinned with drawings, stencils and rough sketches. 

“Did you have something in mind that you wanted me to tattoo or… would you want to explore your options before settling on one?” Nanami’s raspy baritone voice said, as he set materials on his desk. 

“I was thinking about doing a swallow holding a letter beneath my collarbone…. But I wasn’t too sure about it…” you said in a meek voice, shuffling your feet at your embarrassing reply. 

“Hm…” Nanami acknowledged, reaching for one of the books that was placed among many of the shelves before setting it on the wooden desk. Flipping through the pages, he came upon one which looked similar to the design you had in mind. 

“Is this the kind you’re looking for?” he asked, taking a quick glance at you, turning back to the page for affirmation. 

“Something like that, yes… but don’t you think it would be a little awkward if the person who got this tattooed and I have the same design?” you said with a shaky voice accompanied with a light chuckle to make the conversation seem lighthearted compared to the tattoo artist’s serious demeanor. 

“You would be right about that…” he said, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Pursing your lips, you looked away from the drawing that sprawled in front of you to his hands that rested against the desk, shoulders hunched at the position of him being deep in thought of what he could possibly do to change this tattoo. 

“Tell you what” he said, suddenly, breaking you from your stare, “You come back tomorrow and I’ll design something.”

“Okay… what time would you like me to come?” you asked, turning to face him. “Come by late afternoon. Say about three. I’ll have your design ready and waiting.” he said curtly, closing the book and lifting it to place it back on the shelf. 

“Okay… I’ll see you tomorrow… uh…” you said, shaking a pointed finger in awkwardness, lips pursed into a thin line. 

“Nanami. Nanami kento.” he replied in a raspy voice. “And you’re Miss…” 

“(L/n). (L/N), (F/N).” 

“I’ll have Megumi note down your name in the register for the appointment tomorrow. Don’t be late as I value both my client’s and my time.” he said, opening the door for you once more. 

“I’ll make a note of that Nanami san.” you said softly, turning to leave. 

“All done already? You must’ve broken the track record now, Nanamin.” Gojo said, coming to a sitting position, shooting the both of you a playful smile. 

“Only a dumbhead would come to that conclusion. I’m working on her design. Something you should be doing instead of lazing around the shop.” Nanami replied boredly, walking towards Megumi’s desk. 

“You’re still mean, Nanamin.” Gojo said, pouting, sending a wink towards you. 

“Make sure to put (L/N) san’s appointment at three tomorrow.” he said briefly over the desk. Nodding, Megumi typed it into the shop’s desktop, scrolling through the list of names that were prior to yours. 

“It’s done. Again, tomorrow. At three.” Nanami said, displaying three of his fingers to make sure to get his point across. Raising three fingers of your own, you spoke. 

“Three. Got it.” stepping out of the entrance of the shop. 

‘It sounded attractive when he said my name.’ 

“So you’re telling me that you walked into a shop of drop dead gorgeous models… who would tattoo on your body?” Mai said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “Yes.” you answered, hand reaching for the flavored milk. 

“What’s the name of the studio again?” she said, fishing her phone out of her handbag. “The night parade.” you said, taking a sip out of your straw. You watched as she squinted at her phone. 

“What is this slug doing here?” she said in a disgusted tone. Eye furrowing at the comment you became curious. 

“Who are you talking about?” you asked, lips separating from the straw of your carton. 

“This guy here.” she said, taking the sandwich into her mouth, her now free hand pointing towards the familiar black spiky haired young boy who had a peace sign in the air with a bored expression on his face. 

“Ahh… Megumi? Seems to be the receptionist at the night parade. How do you know him?” you asked. 

“He studies a year below Maki. Came over to my house for tutoring sessions from her a few times. He is so full of himself and really acts like an all knowing brat. As if he didn’t need those extra tutoring lessons. If that wasn’t enough, he is also a relative of ours. Despite the fact that I am supposed to be on equal footing as an aunt, the brat shows me no respect.” Mai said, huffing up her cheeks in childish frustration towards the young boy. 

“You’re just a year older than him, Mai. Never would’ve thought of you to be the type who likes being called ‘auntie’.” you said teasingly as Mai feigned horror at your words. 

“You are just as horrid as he is!” Mai said, hitting you lightly while you laughed. 

Your friendship with Mai had been a very odd one. Although she was pretty, she seemed to never attract the crowd towards her, earning the name of being the cold queen. It wasn’t until you had been paired with Todou, Kamo, Miwa and Momo, you realized you didn’t have a stable group of friends. The assignment was more of an excuse that made you spend time together and as it went by, the most you grew attached to, was Mai. She had principles, and a goal she was after; to surpass her sister. Soon, she had opened up to being dependent on you, calling late nights when there was a fight at the Zenin estate or crashing at your apartment when things got worse and she needed peace. Such circumstances could cause the friendship between two very different people to become as thick as thieves. Looking back, you wondered how your social life would’ve been in university had you never spent any time with Mai. 

“Hey, Mai…” you said mindlessly staring out into the corridor where students had sat in groups together. 

Humming in response, Mai turned to take a quick glance at you, one hand on her phone while the other tapped against the wood of the table. 

“Where do you think we would’ve been in the past or would be five years from here?” you asked. You often wondered if you would have the same people in your life in the future as much as you did in the present. Asking was always a taboo as it would put pressure on your relationship; yet you were curious to know what her answer would be. “What kind of a question is that?” Mai said with her ridiculous expression. “It is what it is, Mai… a question. It depends on how you answer it…” you said, eyes trained on her. Taking a few silent moments with her eyebrows furrowed, she clicked her phone shut before responding. 

“Ask me again in five years and we’ll see where it goes.” 

“People usually say things like ‘Oh nooo we’ll be together even after years’ or ‘Even if we part ways it would always work out’ and then there’s you.” you responded. “Your fault for asking such a question, weirdo.” Mai said with a huff. With a small smile stretched across your lips, you shook your head taking a long last sip till the carton was empty. Stretching her hand to place it on top of yours, she gave you a furrow before speaking once more. 

“Only time can tell… let’s stay in the present, thinking about what job we’ll have to take once we leave university. Maybe then we can see where this goes in five years…” 

“When you become the head lady of the Zenin household?” you snorted smugly. “It's a much better option than letting Naoya claim that position.” Mai said, gritting her teeth. “I agree. Seems like running away from family situations is all we really have at this point.” you said with a sigh. Lifting your phone from the wooden table, the time was close to two forty. “Okay… That’s my time to run to the shop. Do you want to come with me?” you asked, slipping your phone into your pocket while getting up from the chair to leave. 

“Nah, I have to get to a meeting with Kamo. And I’d rather not see that little slug, now that I know he is the receptionist in the shop.” Mai said with a casual wave of her hand. “Alright… see you later Mai.” you said, throwing the empty carton of milk on your way out. “Send me an update once you’re done with the tattoo !!” she said with a wave. 

“Sure thing!” you yelled back, pulling the door away to step out of the building. The tattoo shop was not too far, with it being a thirty minute walk. Deciding to run, you made a quick jog across the nearly crowded streets of midday Tokyo. Standing outside the shop, you checked your phone again, hoping that you had made it on time. 

“You’re three minutes late.” a familiar raspy voice said. Panting for breath,you looked to the side, seeing Nanami standing with his shoulder leaning against the glass window of the shop, one hand carrying a bag of foods from the nearby bakery. Stepping around your figure, he opened the door before you, quirking an eyebrow in silent command to enter. 

Stepping into the shop, you dropped your book bag to your knees and took a seat, absorbing a moment to catch your breath. 

“Get her some water Gojo” Nanami said walking past the white haired man who was seated at Megumi’s desk, the spiky raven haired male nowhere to be seen in sight. Rubbing your arm in anticipation you watched the white hair male give a silent nod, getting up from his seat to fill you a glass. 

“Don’t you look like you’ve run an olympics?” he said with a light tease. “If you consider university as the starting line, sure.” you retorted, muttering a quick thanks before gulping huge sips of water, drops of it flowing down your chin. Holding the now empty glass, you looked up at Satoru, his face contorting into an expression of amusement. 

“Right this way,” Satoru said, taking the glass from your hands while the other gestured towards the room you had been to earlier. Stepping into their workspace, you looked at Nanami who was arranging through the tracing paper on his desk. Taking out the delicately drawn stencil, he placed it before you, glancing at you for approval. 

“Maybe we should put it on your skin before deciding if you like it or not.” he said, turning towards the box of gloves that were placed on the desk. 

“Before I start, I might have to ask you to show me your ID.” Nanami said, gazing at you. “Nanamin” Satoru said with feign hurt stepping into the room, placing one hand against his chest as you rummaged through your bag to find your wallet which contained your University ID. “It is rude to ask a woman her age!” Satoru exclaimed as you pulled out your ID and handed it to the tattoo artist who stood before you.

Ignoring the white haired male, Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the details of the ID. “Alright, we’re good to go.” Nanami said, handing your ID back to you. Setting your bookbag onto the floor near you, Nanami made quick steps to the metal table placed in the corner of the room, dragging the wheels beneath it to bring it near the chair. With a wave of his tattooed arm towards the empty seat, you sat down hesitantly, dropping your book bag to the side. Settling into the back of the chair, Nanami stared at you from his seat. Eyebrows raised at him, he leaned forward, placing both his arms on his muscular thighs> “Below your collarbone.” 

You felt your face heat up at the thought of having to take your shirt off. There have been times where you had, but it made you nervous to do it in front of an attractive stranger who was no less ready to turn your skin into his canvas. Shyly looking to the side, you twisted the hem of your shirt in your fists. 

“Get her a sheet from the cupboard.” Nanami said, turning to Gojo who was leaning against the doorframe, watching the both of you. 

“Seems like I’ve gone from being a tattoo artist to an errand boy.” Gojo remarked, turning his back to go towards the cupboard of supplies. Rolling his eyes at the response, Nanami turned to you. 

There was an awkward silence between the two of you, causing you to look around the room instead of staring at the tattoo artist for too long. It wasn’t long before Gojo returned into the room with a sheet. Handing it over to you, you slipped it into your shirt, covering the too revealing part of your chest that the bra couldn’t hide. Slipping the shirt off, you adjusted the hem of the cloth until you were satisfied with the result of being decently covered. Turning towards Nanami, he pushed his feet, moving the chair closer to you. Taking a shaving blade, he began to dab your skin with water before dragging the blade down on the sensitive patch of skin under your collarbone. Eyes dragging from the blonde dyed hair, you noticed more features such as the piercing that sat over his left eyebrow, the silver ball winking at you under the light of the studio; the tip of his nose that seemed to give him an eccentric personality and the bow of his lips that seemed to be parted in focus as he worked the sharp object over your skin. Taking a towel to wipe it down, you watched as Nanami placed the tracing paper over the patch of skin before pulling it away slowly with the lightest touch, leaving a blue imprint over the area. “Take a look in the mirror and let me know if we need to shift it.” he said curtly, turning to the mirror that was placed on the opposite wall. Holding the sheet close to your chest, you walked towards the mirror, watching the once far away piece of ink become more clear as you stepped closer. It was a simple design, a swallow flying down the bone of your collarbone, carrying a letter that was sealed with a wax stamp. Smiling at the cute tattoo, you watched Nanami’s reflection in the mirror, staring at you. With a nod at him, he turned to the side, rummaging through the ink he had arranged into the compartments of the metal table. 

“Color or black?” Nanami asked, hands busy opening the tray of caps that was used to fill ink. 

“Color please.” you said, turning around to return to the chair. Placing yourself in the seat, you watched as Nanami poured various inks meticulously whilst eyeing the bottles of blue, red, black, white and yellow. 

Dipping the machine into the ink he brought the needle close, drawing a line on your skin. Feeling the object prick your skin, you let out a hiss. “First time huh” Gojo said smugly from the corner of the room as he watched Nanami tattoo. 

“Yeah…” you said breathily. “Relax your body. Stiffening it will only make the needle more difficult to pass through your skin.” Nanami said, drawing another line onto your skin. Thinking of a way to distract yourself, you thought of ways to make you relax, trying to block out the noise of the tattoo machine. “Why did you decide to get a tattoo?” Nanami said breaking you away from your thoughts. You blinked in surprise, not expecting him to talk due to his stoic like personality. Looking down at the wooden floor of the studio, you searched for the right words before answering him. 

“I wanted to do something different as it would be the last year of university for me.” 

“Do you even know the rules of living in Japan? Tattoos are not something to be proud of and considered rather useless. Are you that eager to be told to get away from restaurants or onsens?” Nanami asked, moving the tattoo machine back and forth, eyes trailing on your skin. “I am aware of the rules… but if that is the price I have to pay then so be it, I guess. Not getting a tattoo for the sake of escaping these problems was not a solution. If there is a problem, there is always a way to fix it like makeup or skin patches. Even if you have people who would hate you for who you are, there would always be more who would admire you for it.” you replied with a slight smile. 

Moving his other hand, Nanami wiped away the pooling blood, ready to start coloring your skin again. Letting a few moments pass, you bit the inner side of your cheek, deciding it was your turn to begin a conversation. 

“How long has it been since you’ve tattooed?” you asked. Furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Nanami pulled away from your skin, repeating the process of wiping away the excess ink and blood from your skin while dipping the tip of the machine into more ink. 

“It’s been about ten years now. I began with being an apprentice at the age of eighteen. Turned in my sketches when I was twenty and started taking in clients when my mentor approved.” Nanami replied. Twisting your lips in curiosity to know more about the tattoo artist, you decided it was best to not pester to know more about him despite how much your brain screamed at you to talk to him. 

“If you have anything more to say, then say it. You won’t be moving from that chair for the next hour.” Nanami said with a sigh. Eyebrows raising at the remark he made, you mentally smiled at the thought of having your silent wish come true. 

“So… how’d you wind up in Tokyo?” you asked. 

“I was in my second year of university. By day I was a student and by night I had become an apprentice around the shop. Did a part time of keeping it clean and looking after it if the owners were out along with keeping the supplies in. Gojo san was one year ahead of me and we both studied at the same university, here in Tokyo. It wasn’t long before the owners decided to move to the states, and they didn’t want to abandon the place, so we took over it.” Nanami answered. 

‘His voice is oddly very calming.’ 

“Hm…” you made the sound mindlessly, eyes shifting to the tattoos that covered his skin. The ones that captivated you the most were the dahlia tattoos that rested on top of the surface of his bicep. Eyes trailing down, you noticed he had more traditional tattoos, stopping at his wrist. 

“When did you get all these tattoos?” you asked, head shifting to get a better look at the art that splayed out on the arm before you. 

“Over the years. First one was on my twentieth birthday and the last one was a year ago.” Nanami said as he stopped tattooing. “You have to stop moving,” he added. 

Settling into the seat, you let silence wash over the both of you as you watched him pinch his eyebrows in focus, making sure to cover the spots of skin correctly. It was the repeated process of dragging the tattoo machine over the skin and then lifting the cloth to wipe away at the pool of blood. Letting minutes go by, you turned to face the ceiling, your body growing numb to the pain as you let your shoulders fall by your side. 

“It’s done.” a baritone said, getting your attention towards the puffed up skin beneath your collarbone. Pushing himself away from you, Nanami gave you space to collect yourself. Eyes moving up to meet him, he gave a shake of his head, silently asking you to stand in front of the mirror. Walking towards the mirror, you were stunned to the sight covered in permanent ink rather than pen ink. You watched as the shade of the swallow faded from a light blue to a dark tone towards the tail with an old looking letter that was sealed with a wax stamp. Letting out a squeal of joy, you watched Nanami’s reflection in the mirror, smiling at your reaction towards his tattoo. “I love it!” you said, stomping your feet as you tied the sheet around your body. Taking hurried steps towards him, you pulled him in for a quick hug. “Thank you so much, Nanami san!” you said arms clasping tightly around him. Feeling him stiffen in your arms, you felt your shoulders sag from his lack of response, mentally cringing at your actions and feeling embarrassed. You were about to pull away when you felt his hands crawl up behind your back, one placed at your shoulder while the other awkwardly held onto your mid back. 

“You should let that tattoo rest before taking quick actions, miss (L/N).” 

You felt your heart flutter at his words and warmth at the fact that he returned the gesture rather than rejecting it. Pulling away from you, he placed a wrap over the tattoo while giving you instructions for it to heal. Picking up your discarded shirt, you carefully change making sure to not let the edge of the cloth touch your healing skin, folding the sheet Nanami gave earlier. Picking up your bag, you fished out your phone, deciding to take a picture of the memorable experience before deciding to head home. 

“Thank you, Gojo kun.” you said, placing the folded sheet on the desk where he sat. Blue eyes snapping to you, he saw the light wrap below your collarbone, peeking out of your shirt. “Anytime.” he simply replied; “Did you like the tattoo?” he further asked. 

“I absolutely love it.” you said with a bright smile, giving him a thumbs up. “Well, you better. Nanamin worked on it all night.” he said with playful aggression. 

“He worked on it all night?” you asked, stunned at his statement. “Simple designs are the hardest to make,” he said with a shrug. You were disturbed by the sound of Nanami groaning in pain, massaging the back of his neck as he walked to the opposite side of the studio, wanting to get himself a glass of water. Clearing your throat towards Satoru, you spoke. 

“So… how much did my bill come to?” you questioned awkwardly. “Oi, Nanamin.” Satoru yelled across the room, causing Nanami to turn around. “How much does the client have to pay you?” he asked. Looking back and forth between the two of you, Nanami bit his lip in focus on the price you were bound to pay. 

“This one’s on the house.” he muttered, putting his bottle away with a small clatter, turning to throw on his coat and leave for home. 

“Hah?” you let out a loud gasp. Turning to face Satoru, you decide to ask him instead. 

“How much does a tattoo of this size usually cost?”. 

“If Nanamin says it's on the house, then it's on the house.” Satoru said in a sing-song voice. Eyebrows furrowing, you turned your gaze to Nanami who was scrolling through his phone. Walking towards the couch he sat on that was placed on the opposite wall, you came to a stop before his feet. 

“How much do I have to pay you, Nanami san?” you said, hand moving around your bag to find your wallet. “It is fine, miss (L/N).” he said, pulling out his shades from the pocket of his coat. “I insist, Nanami san. This is business. Doesn’t matter if it was my first time getting a tattoo or not. I want to contribute to the well being of your shop, financially as well as be a paying customer since my ego and dignity will not allow it.” you said firmly. Brown orbs gazing up to meet yours, he let out a sigh before settling on the final price. 

“It’ll be 12000 yen.” 

Taking the bills from your purse, you handed the cash to Nanami, who took them and shoved it into his pocket, not bothering to count the bills. 

“Why didn’t you check the number I gave?” you asked curiously. 

“Didn’t need to. I just know.” he said shortly, getting up and moving around you. 

Stunned at his choice of words, you turned around quickly calling out to him to wait. “Is it alright if we took a picture? I want to keep this as a part of an album I’ve been working on…” you said hesitantly. Quirking an eyebrow at you, Nanami turned to Satoru who grabbed your phone and took a selfie with all the three of you in it. 

“Thank you for today and I hope you have a good evening!” you said, opening the door of the shop. “Do come back again!” Satoru called out after you while Nanami leaned over the desk to check the records of the shop. Shooting both of them a smile and a wave, you turned towards home, sad at the fact that you had to leave but satisfied with creating a memory of the first time you had a permanent piece of art on your skin. 

“You should let that tattoo rest before taking quick actions, miss (L/N).” 

You blushed as his words repeated in your head, his voice distinct and raspy, mentally giggling over the way he addressed you. That night, you laid in bed, thumbing his face in the photo, admiring his features. Your heart fluttered while reminiscing the short conversation you had in the shop, but ached that it was short lived. 

‘I want to see him smile more…’ you yearned as you drifted off to sleep, wondering if you would ever meet Nanami again. 

“That’s really well done. He spent the whole night making that?” Mai asked, leaning close to your shoulder to get a better look of the simple design. “That’s what Gojo san told me.” you said, shrugging. “Should’ve taken this guy’s number.” Mai said, clicking her tongue. 

“Uh… no.” you said awkwardly. “Why not? If you claimed he was hot, had an amazing voice and was able to make a conversation with you despite having the personality of a log, I’m sure you two would have it off very well!” Mai argued back, pitch a bit higher than yours. Sighing, you used a tender grip to shift the clothing from the side of your shoulder to the top to the top of it. 

“It is very unprofessional, Mai. All I wanted was to get a tattoo, which I did. It is sad that I have to leave, but I did enjoy the short amount of time I had with him.” you replied. 

“Your social and love life are tragic.” Mai said, flopping on the couch right next to you. 

“Hear hear.” you retorted with the roll of your eyes.

“Let’s go clubbing this weekend.” Mai said. “And why would I want to do that? Didn’t we just go last week?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at her statement. 

“That was before you got the tattoo, met a ‘hot’ guy according to your standards. And now, you’re sad about missing your chance to get to know,  just because it is unprofessional even though you did have a full blown out conversation where he told you about himself and did a tattoo for you that took him the whole night to design.For the record, he even told you not pay. Who does that?” Mai said in a matter of fact manner. “I don’t want to build a relationship off baseless assumptions, Mai. I was his client and that was it.” you reasoned in a firm yet calm tone. There wasn’t anything wrong with what she said, but what was the point if this relationship did not go anywhere. If you picked up anything about Nanami, he was still a stranger to you. Just because someone opens up a little bit, doesn’t mean they would be interested in you now would it? 

“(Y/N).” Mai said, interrupting your thoughts. Giving her a confused look with the raise of your eyebrows she sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to you once more. “Confirmation. I’ll call the guys over after.” Mai said, tapping the group chat on her phone. 

Pursing your lips, you nodded your head back and forth. 

“Let’s do it.” 

The weekend had rolled around pretty quick, given the fact that you had a busy schedule, walking with books along the long hallways, having to complete assignments, papers and tests. If anything, the club would help you loosen up a bit. Getting past the bouncer, the five of you were able to enter the club, with Mai pulling you towards the bar stools. Todou and Kamo were on the dance floor while Miwa and Momo were awkward around the area. 

“Look at those two idiots dancing.” Mai said, slapping her thigh and laughing. Todou seemed to be stiff while Kamo struggled with his composure. Coming from a rather traditional background did not suffice for the air of a nightclub for it was wild compared to the tamed atmosphere of teahouses and home. 

Turning to the wooden table, you were greeted with the sight of the bartender sliding a glass of alcohol towards you. “The gentleman in that corner wishes to offer this to you.” he murmured politely, causing you to turn your head to the corner. From the side of your peripheral you watched a light blue haired man raise his glass to you with a sweet yet devious grin. Furrowing your eyebrows with a snort, you picked up your glass of alcohol and began to analyze before putting it down and sliding it back towards the bartender.

“Could you convey the message; thanks for the offer?” you asked politely, turning to Mai for ordering both your drinks. 

“Why didn’t you take it?” she asked hurriedly, eyes shifting from the glass of alcohol to you. “I didn’t know if it was spiked or not. Never accept drinks from strangers unless they order it in front of you.” you said, tapping with your fingernails on the table, eyeing the labels of alcohol, pondering over the thought if you could afford to get wasted tonight. 

“My my, quite the wary one aren’t you?” 

Turning around you were stared into the heterochromatic eyes of the said stranger. 

“Have to be. I am in a club after all.” you said curtly, folding your arms over your chest. 

The stranger reached out to you, offering a shake. “Mahito.” 

Taking his hand into yours, you gave it a firm grip. 

“(L/N).” you said curtly. 

“Say, mind if I join you for a drink?” Mahito asked sweetly, holding your hand still. Pulling away your palm from his, you tilted your head towards the empty seat next to you. Moving towards the seat, you got a better look of his features. His hair was closer to pale blue with a smooth undercut that showed off the stitches that ran down his neck. Turning to the side, he gave you a smile before picking up his glass of alcohol and placing the edge of it on his lips. 

“So what brings you to the club?” he asked in a silky smooth voice, body turning to the side to face you. 

“I’m just a regular uni student. Decided to stop by here to blow some stress out.” you said in an exasperated voice, looking at the bartender for a drink. “A  blue lagoon for me.” 

“Interesting choice. Seems like uni has been giving you a hard time.” Mahito said with a chuckle, bending over the bar table in amusement. 

“Please, uni was never satisfying for anyone. If anything, it puts you through hell of a lot, just to get a qualification so that you can get a job. Besides, who would want to sit with a stack of papers for hours on end, figuring things out which have no use in the future?” you said with a shrug, taking a sip of your drink. 

Mahito chuckled at your opinion, taking another sip from his drink. “That is quite the opinion regarding systems.” After a short pause, you spoke again. “So… what do you do for a living… or are you a uni student like me?” you asked, looking into his heterochromatic eyes. 

“I do a lot of things for a living. Never stayed in one place for too long.” he said, staring at couples and groups, moving their bodies against one another as they danced on the floor. “You sound like a wanderer… wouldn’t be surprised of why you came to the club in the first place.” you quipped. 

“Oh… I do always walk out of here with someone as a prize.” he said, sliding his hand towards you. Feeling uncomfortable, you drew yours back, with an awkward chuckle, turning to Mai whose seat was empty. Looking around, you found her to be dancing with Miwa and Momo. 

“Do you want to go dancing?” Mahito asked, giving you a charming puppy eye look. 

“I have two left feet, Mahito san. I’d be the last option you want to dance with.” you said, waving your hands in front of you, denying his offer. 

“Oh c’mon it’ll be fun-” “Look who we have here!” a thundering smack of the table could be heard from your right, startling you. 

“Do not make a scene, Gojo san.” the familiar and raspy voice said. Turning towards the duo, you felt your heart soar at the hope of both coincidence and the thoughts you had mulled over the past few days. 

“How did you guys…” you trailed, looking back and forth between the two of them. “We’re here with our friend, Shoko. And… it seems like you got a little friend there.” Gojo said, head turning towards mahito who was equally as curious as them, eyeing the duo from head to toe. 

“Do you mind if we take her?” Gojo asked in a smug manner, leaving no space for Mahito to argue. With a shrug of his shoulders, Mahito gave a devious and dark grin that made shivers go down your spine.

“Sure.” 

Getting up from your seat along with your drink, you made way with the tall white haired man and the blonde over to a secluded spot where you could have some privacy and conversations. Seating yourselves down onto the empty seats, Nanami sat next to Gojo while the seat near you was vacant. A woman in a dark maroon shirt along with a pair of black pants joined the three of you, giving you a tired smile as she slid into the empty chair beside you. “(Y/N) chan, this is Ieri Shoko, Shoko, this is (L/N) (F/N).” Gojo said, waving between the both of you. Giving you a slight bow, you returned the gesture with a smile before turning towards the duo who were seated across you. “So… how did you know Nanami and this idiot?” Ieri asked, while Satoru protested and pouted in the background at the insult. “Nanami was the first artist I ever went to, to get a tattoo.” you said shyly.

“Have you been taking good care of it, Miss (L/N)?” Nanami asked in a raspy voice as two mugs of beer were placed before him. “Yeah, I’ve been applying creams and wrapping it before I take a shower. It’s been healing well.” you responded, eyeing the two glasses of alcohol that was placed before you. 

“May I see your tattoo?” Ieri asked gently, wrists under her chin, her eyes meeting yours. With a gentle nod, you slipped a bit of your clothing away from the collarbone of your body, revealing the piece of art Nanami had created on you. 

“Cute.” Shoko said with a smile. “Your skin is in great condition too.” she said, taking a mug of beer from across the table. “Ieri is a doctor by the way.” Gojo said, taking his cherry sweet soda. “And you don’t drink any alcohol?” you asked. “He’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. We went for shots on his birthday once and look where that got him.” Shoko said, scrolling through her phone. Bringing it close to your face, you were surprised to see the sight of Satoru walking in a drunken state only to hug and rub a pole while crying about having no friends to crashing out in a bush and sleeping. Snorting at the clipping, you covered your mouth to prevent laughs while Nanami shook his head in disappointment. 

“One tequila shot.” Shoko said, raising a finger. 

“Why do I even hang around you?” Gojo said with a sigh, holding onto his bottle of cherry soda. 

“Because you don’t have any other friends. And even if you did, they would lose respect for you just like I did.” Nanami said, bringing his lips the glass of beer and downing it in six gulps. Staring at the sight before you with raised eyebrows, Nanami gave you a shy smile, proceeding to play with empty glass by turning it around. 

“That’s a statement to be aimed at the doctor who has bad habits like heavy smoking and drinking Nanamin. And you have no shame either, drinking away to glory, leaving me to pay the bills.” Gojo whined. 

“Second heavy, compared to me.” Shoko said with a grin, finishing the last of her beer, ready to go another round. The bartender would walk around the table for the next hour while Nanami sat across the table from you, laughing and commenting at Ieri and Satoru’s antics. Stepping out of the club, you were quick to shoot a message in the group chat. 

“Leaving for home. See you guys tomorrow :) “ 

Sent. 

“Make sure to use condoms.” 

Notification from Mai. 

Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks you were eager to put your phone away into your bag whilst Satoru paid the bills for the insane amount of alcohol both Ieri and Nanami were responsible for drinking.

“I’ll drop you home.” Nanami said, settling on his bike, passing one helmet to you while Satoru and Ieri moved towards her car. “Only if it doesn’t bother you.” you said shyly, taking the helmet from him. 

With a yell of your name you turned to Satoru who made a quick jog towards you. “Tell me your socials. I’ll add you.” he said hurriedly, handing you his phone. Typing in your handle, Gojo was quick to share it with Ieri. Taking out your own phone, you accepted his requests. 

“We’ll stay in touch,” he said. “Take her home safely Nanamin.” 

“Isn’t driving while drinking alcohol an offense to the law?” you asked, getting on the back of the bike. 

“I’ve done this before. It’s fine, I know the routes around Tokyo.” Nanami said, wearing a helmet of his own. “Where do you live?” he asked, revving the engine of his bike. Giving him the address of your apartment, he was quick to follow. Holding him by the shoulders, you watched as the neon lights of the city street passed, the bike going in and out of alleys and main roads until you reached your home. Stopping before the entrance of the building, you were quick to take your helmet off and hand it to Nanami. Taking it from your hands, he lifted his own, wishing you a goodnight. “Would you like to come in? It’s rather late and I would feel bad for making you drive all the way home.” you offered. 

“I do not want to cause you inconvenience, Miss (L/N). I’ll be on my way.” Nanami said. 

“But I do feel like I owe you… Would you agree to get some coffee? Maybe tomorrow… or next week or… maybe not if you’re not interested…” you talked shyly, swaying back and forth on your feet. 

“Tomorrow sounds pleasant.” Nanami said. 

“Okay… would five thirty sound fine to you at the tattoo shop or here or I can send you the location of the shop?” you asked, showing five with your fingers. 

“Five. At the entrance of your building.” he responded, raising five fingers of his own. “You better not be late,” he added. 

“I’ll try.” you said meekly, heels turning around to leave.

“Good night!! “ you exclaimed, giving him a small wave. 

“Sleep well.” he said in a smooth baritone, kicking the engine and driving away into the night. 

Tossing in your bed while going through the feed on your phone, you looked into the corner of it, noting that it was nearly three in the morning. Deciding to take a look at your social media before calling it a day, you stared at the heart icon at the bottom. 

‘Nanaminyaa has sent a request.’ 

‘Must be Gojo’s work.’ you retorted mentally, clicking on the confirm button, sending a request in return. 

That was the night you stayed tossing and turning in your bed, afraid of what tomorrow might bring. It was also the first time you had screamed into your pillow from the level of excitement you had towards seeing the man you were starting to develop a crush on. 

Tomorrow sounds pleasant.

Setting down your clothes on your bed, you wondered which clothing would suit you to impress Nanami. Would a beige shirt with some brown pants do or would you rather wear something casual that was usually worn on a date? You paused at the word ‘date.’ There had been only three occasions where you had met Nanami, and in those three meetings, he had always been formal with you. Choosing to side with the beige shirt and brown pants you picked out, you got on with your day; distracting yourself from the outing you had with the tattoo artist. 

Looking at the clock, you saw the minute hand touch six while the hour hand stopped at four. 

‘Time to get ready.’ 

Fixing your clothes and make up, you made your way down the building through the elevator. Stepping out of the doors, you made a beeline for the glass doors at the entrance of your building. Walking towards it, you noticed a figure standing in a  tanned brown leather jacket whilst scrolling through his phone, looking up to see you walk towards him. 

“You're late by… one minute today.” Nanami said, beginning to walk in the direction as you had, both hands shoved deep into his pocket. 

Clutching the straps of your purse close to you, you made a light chuckle. 

“One minute doesn’t count, Nanami san.” 

“Time is money here, Miss (L/N).” Nanami siad, fixing his shades with his hand. 

“Allow me to pay for your coffee then.” you said with tease, sticking your tongue out. “That wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me as a man, would it?” he countered. “We live in the twenty-first century, Nanami san. I do appreciate the gesture, but today is my treat for all the trouble I’ve caused you. With Gojo telling me that you worked on my design all night, this is the least I can do.” you replied. Letting out a sigh, you watched as Nanami adjusted his shades once more. “That idiot cannot be trusted with information.” 

Reaching the coffee shop, the two of you were quick to place your orders, you were quick to sit into the spot that was secluded in the corner of the coffee house. Your eyes shifted from the wood of the coffee table to the shoes you wore, searching for words to start a conversation. 

“You don’t seem to have slept well last night.” Nanami said out of the blue. Shooting him a puzzled, you settled into your chair, crossing your left leg over to your right. 

“What makes you say that?” 

Fiddling with the hem of his jacket, Nanami leaned forward, elbows placed on his knees while his hands hung loosely, he raised a finger to his own face, showing the area around the socket of his eye. 

“It’s sunken. At this rate, you’ll get dark circles. Sleep is equally important for a human being to function.” he said. 

‘Couldn’t stop thinking about you.’ 

“I might’ve tossed and turned through the night. That’s probably the reason why I didn’t sleep properly.” you lied. “Next time, let me know. I’ll drop with some tea. I bring it to Ieri sometimes and it worked.” he said, being interrupted by the barista who had placed the tea before him. Reaching for your drinks at the same time, Nanami and your hands touched and this was the second time you had felt his skin brush against yours after the evening you had spent in his tattoo shop. Quickly reaching out for his cup, Nanami settled back into his chair, taking a sip of the hot drink, leaving to quell in the thoughts of being giddy. Conversations between the two of you continued, based on your likes, dislikes and what you did in your free time. 

“Aren’t you fit for being the perfect househusband?” you chuckled, placing the empty glass back onto the coffee table. 

“In reference to?” Nanami said casually, placing his own cup next to yours. 

“Think about it, you cook in your spare time. Looks like misogyny has turned tables on us hasn't it. Have you ever given thought about settling down?” you asked, watching as Nanami squirmed in his seat. Letting a huff out of your nose, you knew you had overstepped. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have prodded you so much.” you said meekly. 

“It’s fine. Truth is, I didn’t plan on settling down with someone while I still worked as a tattoo artist.” Nanami said, straightening his back and stretching out his legs from his chair. 

“Why not?” you asked, blinking in confusion. “People are usually attracted to art… I’m sure they would love what you do.” Adjusting his glasses with the clearance of his throat, Nanami looked at you, biting the inner side of his cheek. 

“I’d rather stick to a well paying job rather than settle for something third rate which satisfies my passion rather than paying the bills.” Nanami said, crossing one leg over another. 

“Very realistic.” you remarked, nodding your head at his explanation. “Don’t you think that the person you decide to settle down with in the first place would like you for who you are rather than worry about the bills?” you asked. 

“The world works in a different way, miss (L/N). Tattooing might seem like my passion, but in practice, it is shit. And so is working in an office.” Nanami said with ferocity, emphasizing the hate he had for cubicles. 

“And how… Did that happen?” you enquired. “I might have a lot of tattoos, but it is not entirely impossible when all you wear are suits, full sleeved shirts and most of all… if the company was Jujutsu tech. A lot of people have tattoos there. But rather than working in a company among limited options whose salary is shit, I’d rather do something second rate in comparison to that.” he concluded. “Shall we get going?” he asked, getting up from his chair, turning to face you. Nodding, you stood up from your own as Nanami walked ahead of you. Opening the glass door of the shop, the old lady from the counter thanked you for your visit with a bow while you did the same. 

“He opens doors for you? That one’s a keeper. Have a good evening, lovebirds.” she said with a chuckle, turning around to place an order of coffee. Speed Walking from the coffee shop till you were at a good distance, Nanami cleared his throat, until there was a group of chirps behind him. Turning both of your  heads back, you saw a bunch of baby chicks following the two of you. As Nanami walked to the side, the chicks still followed him. Hearing you chortle, Nanami adjusted his glasses as a show of disapproval. “This is a rather serious situation, Miss (Y/N).” Nanami said. 

“I can’t take them to my apartment. The owners have strict rules about that. Where do you live?” you reasoned. 

“I live with Gojo san in a shared apartment.” he muttered, unpleased. 

“I thought you didn’t get along well with him…?” you asked in confusion from replaying the flashbacks of Nanami’s hostility. “Don’t get confused. I would trust the man with my life. But it doesn’t cover the fact that he is a shit human.” Nanami stated. “Is the place spacious?” you asked. “Gojo san is rich. And if anything, that apartment is oozing with money from the amount of useless things he buys and throws away.” Nanami stated. 

“Alright then. Time for you to take these baby chicks home.” you said, looking up at him as the three chicks chirped. “ I certainly won’t be taking them home, Miss (L/N). Gojo san is irresponsible when it comes to taking care of things, and neither will I be taking care of something that I’m not willing to take care of.” Nanami said, sternly. “You know what… you’re right. If I can’t take care of it, I mustn’t ask that of someone else…” you replied. Pouting, you bent over the group of chicks, touching each chick’s head with the pad of your finger. 

“I hope you find a new home soon.” you said, beginning to walk the other way. It wasn’t until you had walked a few meters ahead, you realized Nanami was nowhere near you. Turning back you watched him walk towards you, holding his folded jacket, chirps coming from them. 

You stared at him with raised eyebrows as he caught up to you. 

“Do not ask.” is all he muttered, walking ahead of you. With a smile playing on your lips you walked down the street ahead of you, as the sun set. 

You awoke to a string of messages from a shared chat. Notification from Gojo Satoru : Look at what came in last night !!

*Sent Image attachment*

Opening it, you watched him film Nanami walking towards the Kitchen counter with the three baby chicks trailing behind him. “Nanamin’s a dad now !! Ayy don’t peck me!” Gojo exclaimed from behind the camera, giving a few pats on Nanami’s shoulder.

Notification from Ieri Shoko : Nanami, there is more chaos in your life. 

Tapping away on the keypad of the chatroom, you sent the message before starting your daily routine for class. 

“Thank you for taking care of them” 

“You sure are becoming a changed man, Nanamin. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” Gojo asked, reaching to touch the man’s forehead. 

Slapping away his hand in offense, causing the white haired man to pout, Nanami responded. 

“I am perfectly fine.” 

“No you’re not. I can tell you have a little something for (Y/N) chan…” he said cheekily. 

“That is one of the reasons why you shouldn’t work at the shop, Gojo san. You are highly unprofessional with clients and now, you’re making me get caught up in a set of your own fantasies.” Nanami stated bluntly. 

“You’re so mean. But look, you brought these babies home. And you’re not usually one to do that right. What made you change your mind?” Gojo debated, gesturing wildly to the chicks that they had kept in a small structure made of wood. 

“Just happened to imprint on me and they won’t leave me alone.” Nanami reasoned. 

“There has to be more to that. (Y/N) even responded with a ‘Thank you for taking care of them.’ Did she not?” Gojo argued, waving his phone in the air with the evidence of the chat. 

Body going stoic was the first mistake Nanami made, and Satoru had noticed it. 

“You sure have a little something don’t you Nanamin?” he said poking the sides of the blonde man. “You’ve been watching too many episodes of Japanese housewives. Get a job, you fool.” Nanami groaned, getting up from the table to grab his jacket and leave. 

“You can’t fool me, Nanamin!” Gojo hollered as the blonde man stepped out of the apartment.

‘Maybe she is changing me.’ 

It had been weeks since you had last seen Nanami. Strings of messages you sent were either opened or left unread. It made you feel easy at first, knowing that a week had gone by since the both of you weren’t very close to begin with, yet you had had pleasant conversations and memories of the stone faced blonde man. However, you could tell something was amiss in the beginning of the second week. There were no more messages, proposals of going out were ignored and so was the enquiries of the baby chicks the both of you had picked up. 

“Hi… This is (Y/N). Can I know if Nanami is fine? I am really worried about him.” you typed on the keypad to Satoru. Biting your lip you began to question if this was stepping over the boundary of an ex client and tattoo artist. Your feelings were no short than affectionate for Kento, seeing the pattern of him reappearing in your dreams and the times you spent glancing out of the window wondering what he did during the lecture hours or while you studied. 

Notification from Gojo Satoru : “Nanamin’s been fine !! He’s extremely busy with clients. You should stop by the shop soon if you want to meet him. He isn’t very tech bent if you get what I mean. He’s a very old fashioned old man (((o(°▽°)o)))”

‘That was fast.’ 

Making up your mind after the rational and irrational thoughts of how Nanami would react to seeing you out of the blue, you decided to make a quick walk to the shop. Coming to a stop at the front door, you took a breath opening the door and walking in. “(Y/N) chan !!” Gojo waved from the corner of the room, pointing towards the seat in front of him. Walking towards the tall snow haired man, he gestured for you to take a seat, placing his wrists under his chin after. “He’s in with a client. Seems like it’ll be you and me today.” Gojo said with a light laugh, pouring a glass of water. “Oh…” was all you could utter, mentally berating yourself for even coming here. Taking the glass of water, you began to chug the liquid down, earning an amused look from Satoru as your nerves calmed down from the coldness of the fluid. 

Hearing the door open behind you, you watched as a client walked out with Nanami after walking towards the desk. 

“Thank you for the tattoo, Nanami san.” the client said, placing the bills on the tray before the computer while Megumi managed the accounting part of it. 

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Kento replied in a silky, smooth voice. 

Seeing Nanami again, spared a flame in your stomach, making butterflies flutter at the sound of his voice. 

Looking towards the corner where you and Gojo sat, Nanami’s eyes narrowed into slits, unpleased. 

“Gojo san, how many times have I told you to not entertain people who aren’t clients in the shop?” Nanami said venomously. You furrowed your eyebrows at the tone as well as the statement he used. 

“Nanamin, she’s (Y/N) chan, our friend. And even if I invited her, this is my shop.” Satoru stated politely yet firmly. 

“For you, she might be. But there are more places to gather rather than the space where we work. Have you forgotten that business cannot mix with pleasure, Gojo san? Or must I remind you every time about this?” Nanami said, folding his arms across his torso. 

‘I really shouldn’t have come here.’ 

Before Satoru could argue, you placed a hand before him, stopping him mid accusation. 

“I am sorry to have bothered you, Nanami san. I’ll be more mindful about that and not interrupt you again. While the job lasted, I enjoyed spending my time here. But now that I’ve gotten what I wanted and came for, there is no reason for me to be here.” you said, turning around to leave. Lifting your hand with a heavy heart, you opened the door as unshed tears began to form at the corner of your eyes of never entering the shop again or seeing Nanami. 

He made your relationship extremely clear. 

It was a transactional one and it was best if you both made your separate ways. 

“Good job Nanami. You fucked up the one thing and probably the only thing you had going for you.” Satoru said, flaying his hands in the air in disappointment while Nanami watched you leave. 

‘Things are exactly how it should be.’ 

“He doesn’t like you?” Mai asked, blinking her eyes in surprise. 

“From the way he said that… yeah. I thought he was comfortable with me. But then again, you can’t really tell much about a person just because you have known about them for a few days. Maybe I did come off a bit too overbearing…” you wondered out loud, staring at the quiet fish in the koi pond. 

“It wasn’t your fault. If anything, he could have worded it much better. For a man of tradition, he sure doesn’t go by the old rule that a girl’s heart is one made of glass. Even the smallest of things can easily upset us. It doesn’t mean we’re weak, it just means how that thing is significant to us.” Mai said, laying a hand on your knee. 

“My my, Mai. Are you reading more shoujo mangas by any chance?” you snickered while she argued.

“I was just saying it so console you!” 

Hearing a ping on both your phones, you were surprised to see a message from Todou. 

“Party. At my place. Reach there by eight.” 

“There’s your chance to meet someone new.” Mai said with a small smile. 

“Aren’t you going to message her?” Gojo asked. Silence was the only thing Nanami answered with. “She was a nice girl and probably the first one you had ever spoken to in front of me. All you ever did do after you got home was eat, drink, sleep and read. Why did you have to ruin something when it was going good for you? Are you some kind of a masochist, Nanamin?” Gojo said. Propping his legs on the coffee table with a book in hand was the only answer Gojo received in return. 

“Suit yourself. Remember, there might be a chance she won’t come back.” Gojo said, standing straight from leaning over the counter to get the bag of food to feed the chicks. 

Nanami was going through an inner turmoil as his life had been very mundane. It was always the same everyday. He would go to the tattoo shop, work, interact with clients only to come back home, shower, eat and sleep. The thought of changing for another person was terrifying to him, yet he couldn't stop thinking about you. You seemed so happy about the tattoo he made for you, as well as appreciated his line of work when a lot of women would rather choose men who made a 'realistic living' than that of an artist. Turning to the window, he let his thoughts take control over.

Settling down was something he had always wanted but it was never something he worked towards. Deciding for the better, he chose to let his actions unravel the next time he met you rather than being restrained by his morals and principles.

'Maybe it is time I had something good for myself.' was all he thought as he headed out of the house.

“It’s so loud in here.” you said, holding one of the cups that contained alcohol. “It is supposed to be. How do you think rave parties are?” Mai said, face contorted in disgust at the taste of the concoction of alcohol into the fruit punch. Watching a sea of bodies move against each other not caring if the music was according to the beat, you felt yourself crave intimacy after watching a tall man grab a short woman by her hips, moving against her body in rhythm. It made you imagine if that’s the way Nanami would dance had he been here. 

‘No point in thinking about it now.’ 

Watching you eye the couple, Mai nudged you. “Why don’t you go find a dance partner?” she asked. Feeling a sense of loneliness wash over you, you felt yourself giving into Mai’s tempting question. Your heart was in agreement with what she said, but your head shook in disapproval. ‘It’s too soon to move on.’ 

‘I want to remember his voice.’ 

From the corner of your eye, you watched as a figure with dark hair stared at you. His body moving according to rhythm, shooting a shy smile at you from the corner of the room. 

‘Fuck it.’ 

Placing your glass over the table, you moved among the sweaty bodies of the crowd to join him. “Hey” he said in a gravely deep voice. Under the fluorescent lights, you could make out the deep gash that ran on the side of his face. 

“And you are…?” you asked, tapping your feet to the rhythm of the music. 

“Muta Kokichi. I’m…”, “Mechamaru.He’s in our year. Fucker just got out of the hospital a week ago. Got into a crazy bike accident.” Todou interrupted, one hand placed on his waist while the other pointed in the air. 

“Mechamaru?” you asked, amused by the discovery of his nickname. 

“Yeah… that’s what they call me on the road since I’m a mechanic.” he said with a shrug. “Wanna dance?” he asked, one hand stretched out towards you. Accepting his hand, you made small moves causing you to giggle. Dancing after a while felt good. The last time you had a chance to, you had spent the time with Nanami and his friends instead. Throwing up your hands in the air gave you a sense of freedom, moving your body according to the beat, feeling the ambience and music with your eyes closed, trying to forget the memories you had built over the past many weeks with Nanami. A slow friendship was ruined and you were left with nothing but unrequited feelings. It wasn’t wrong to forget him, was it? 

Feeling a hot breath near your ear, you gave into the figure ahead of you. 

“Wanna get out of here?” 

Opening your eyes you stared into a pair of brown eyes, but they weren’t the ones you wanted to look into. 

‘I can’t be satisfied until it is him… huh.’ 

“Sorry, Mechamaru. It was nice for the time we had, I should get going now.” you said, turning to leave. Making your way through the crowd, you reached the end of it where Mai was, bored with a cup along with a man she didn’t seem to be interested in who was talking her ear off. 

“What happened to you?” she asked as you stumbled your way across the crowd. 

“I can’t do this, Mai. I need time and… I don’t want to rush into it.” you said, exasperatedly. 

Grabbing you by the hand she guided you till you were out of Todou’s apartment, pressing the button for the elevator. 

Reaching at the bottom, the two of you slowly made your way out of the building, walking in the empty streets of Tokyo. Todou’s apartment wasn’t very far but it was quite the distance in terms of walking. A flash of light was seen ahead of you, with the revving of engines. Turning your head to the side, you were surprised to see Nanami’s bike along with another that seemed to be Gojo's.

“Yo, (Y/N) chan! Don’t you look hammered?” Gojo said with the wave of his hand as he took of his helmet. 

“I’m not hammered. Just a little tipsy.” You protested. 

“Hmm sure. Where are you guys going?” Gojo aside, resting his hands on the front of the bike. 

“We’re headed home. Now if you excuse us, we’ll be on our way.” Mai said coldly, turning around with your hand in her grip to leave. 

“We could give you a lift.” Gojo offered with the wave of his hand. “Right, Nanami?” 

“How very chivalrous of you. Maybe if you exhibited that kind of behavior, I would’ve considered it. But since the odds are not in our favor, we might as well just leave for home on foot.” Mai said. 

Kicking the bike on the stand while grabbing a spare helmet, Nanami was quick to move towards you, covering you with his jacket. Fastening the buckle under your chin, he said softly, “I’ll drive you home.” Satoru did the same with Mai, leaving in the opposite direction of where you lived, leaving the two of you alone. 

The drive towards your house was a silent one. 

“Nanami san… can I ask you something?” you asked in your tipsy state, earning nothing but a silent response. 

“Why were you so mean to me the other day? Did I make you angry?” you asked, curling your arms around his waist as the wind blew in your face. 

No response was heard from the blonde man for the second time either. Nuzzling into his tattooed shoulder, you whimpered. 

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, Nanami…” you said, hot tears escaping from the corner of your eyes, rubbing away the traitorous salt water with your hand while sniffling. 

Pulling to a stop before the entrance of your building, you let your arms slip from Nanami’s waist. Getting off the bike, you tried taking your helmet off, fumbling with the buckles that were placed under your chin. 

Taking off his own, Nanami moved towards you, putting his bike on stand. With nimble fingers he unhooked your helmet. 

“Thank you for the lift Nanami san. Good night.” you said with a formal bow. Sighing through your nose, you were about to turn and leave when you felt a pull of your shoulder towards the front until you crashed into a sturdy figure. Hands secured behind your back, Nanami pulled you further into him until you felt his muscles brush against the skin of your torso. 

“This feels nice.” was all he muttered into your shoulder. 

“Nanami san, there are people looking…” you said, becoming aware that the entrance to your building was made of glass, the residents peering through the transparent surface to see who you were with. 

“They’ll forget about it tomorrow.” he said, fingers digging into your skin. 

Stiff at the position, you returned the hug, curling your arms around the blonde man’s shoulders. Rubbing at the cloth on his back, you felt his muscles relax, becoming heavy against your body. 

“As much as I’d like to stay, I can’t breathe and I think my eyes are about to shut.” you said with a sleepy smile. 

Letting go of you, Nanami let his arms fall from your figure. Taking a few steps back, you realized you still had his jacket on you. Taking it off, he stopped your hand. 

“You can give it to me tomorrow.” 

It was an excuse he could use to see you. Maybe during the time when you weren’t so tipsy, he could confront the dreaded talk. Till then he would hope for the best and prepare for the worst. 

“Okay… what time?” you said, stretching your arms out with a yawn. 

“Eleven in the morning. Do not be late. The apartment is the one on the topmost floor. And if-” he rambled. 

“If I am a minute late, you won’t open the door for me. Got it.” you said with a nod. 

Patting a gentle hand over your head, he said with a soft smile. 

“Make sure to be there, on time.” Nanami said, patting your head gently before turning to get on his bike once more. 

“I will.” you said, heading towards the elevator of your building hearing the engine of Nanami’s bike fade into the distance. 

That night when you crashed into your bed, you felt satisfied. ‘That was one step… maybe tomorrow would be the end of a mess.’ 

“So… how did it go?” Gojo asked from the couch as Nanami threw the keys into the glass bowl. 

“None of your business.” he retorted. 

‘So I take it all well.’

Folding the brown leather jacket in half on your arm with a bag of food from the bakery in the other, you stood before the doors of the apartment Nanami had told you about the previous night. Looking at the time on your phone, you watched the time tick as you had reached ten minutes early. Deciding to stand in front of the door until the clock had struck eleven, the door opened, surprising you. Nanami stood before you in nothing but a pair of shorts, and loose shirt, showing off the body art that was permanent on his skin. 

“You are rather early today, Miss (L/n).” Nanami said, looking at you up and down. 

“You said a minute late and you wouldn’t open the door…” you mumbled. Opening the door wider, Nanami gestured for you to enter. Taking your shoes off at the entrance, you stepped into the spacious apartment, surprised to see the design was rather chaotic yet minimalistic. 

“Tea or coffee?” Nanami asked, running a hand through his tousled hair. 

“Coffee, please.” you said, walking into the living room. Staring at the paintings on the wall, you walked to the far corner of the room where you had found a framed picture. Staring at it harder, you heard the sound of porcelain clinking against the glass that it had been set on, finding Nanami to take a seat in the cushioned chair that was positioned to the side of it, while he placed the other one in the side of it. 

Coming to sit near him, you asked him about the picture. 

“The one on the left is me.” 

“No way. You looked so different back there!” you said, nearly choking on your coffee at the thought of Nanami looking someone so different in his younger days. 

“People change, Miss (L/N).” he said, dipping his bag of tea back and forth into his cup till the green of it spread into the water. 

“On that note… please call me (Y/N). The use of my last name seems too formal… unless you want to keep the relations that way.” you said in a soft tone, hoping he would call you by your given name rather than your family name. 

“(Y/N)...” he muttered. Watching him part his lips with the seductive gleam of the lip ring in the middle of his lower lip had heat rush to the tip of your ears and cheeks. 

“I know. And It's a very pretty name.” he complimented, taking another sip from his tea. Taking a few sips from your own cup, you looked away from the blonde to stare at the city of Tokyo that never seemed to rest even if it was eleven in the morning. 

“Kento.” he said suddenly, turning towards you. Raising your eyebrows in response he cleared his throat to clarify, “You can address me that…” 

“Kento… Nanami Kento.” you said once more. “It has a nice ring to it.” you said with a small smile. 

“It sounds better when you say it.” he said with a smirk. Feigning a surprised look, you brought a hand to your chest, staring at him wide eyed. “Did THE Nanami Kento just flirt with me?” you mocked. “And what if I did?” he simply said. 

“That means you’re interested in me.” you said, placing your mug on the coffee table. Taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, Nanami forced you to look at him. 

“And what if I am?” he asked, tilting his head, eyes never wavering from yours. “Then I would give in.” you said, causing him to lean forward, his lips placed on yours softly. Eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips meeting yours, a few moments passed when his lust took a carnal turn, the metal of his lip piercing brushing against your lower lip, tongue eager to explore your mouth. 

Hands traveling south, he held your thighs, pulling you into him till you were on his lap. Finding balance, he placed both his hands on your hips, massaging the skin that laid beneath the fabric. 

“The drinks will get cold, Kento.” you said, feeling him kiss the surface of your neck, each one more heated and needy than the last. You yelped as he gripped your thighs strongly, walking over the part of the house you didn’t know about. 

“We’ve danced around each other for long enough to know what we both want, right?” he whispered into your ear, walking into a room that seemed to belong to him. Setting you on the bed, he climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee in between. With his figure hunched over you, he tumbed the shape of your cheek, eyes staring with nothing but admiration before diving in for more kisses. You could feel yourself smile into the kiss, not believing if it was real or not. 

“Can I touch you here?” He asked huskily, licking his lower lip, eyes focused on your chest before meeting your gaze. Taking his hand, you placed it over your chest. “Yes, you can.” you said, your hand reaching up to brush some of the blonde disheveled hair from his face. Giving you another searing kiss, his hands groped your breast tender and loving until he got more rougher with his squeezes. “Does he hurt?” he rasped. “It does, but I don’t find it to be bad.” you voice back, moaning into his touch. 

“Feels good?” he asked, peeling off the hem of your shirt; exposing your belly and bra covered tits to him. Securing your legs around him, you pull him into you, rubbing your greedy cunt against his clothed hardness. 

“Feels really good.” you said with a vixen-like smile. “You’re tempting me.” his voice dropped to a whisper, coming close to your ear. 

“Tempting you for what?” you asked, rubbing a hand over his chest. 

“To ruin you.” he whispered, biting your lower lobe. Moving away from you, he moved to your clothed chest, pulling your bra down to reveal your tits. Staring at them intently, you felt shy under his gaze until he took one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth, the piercing giving you a delightfully rough edge, the other hand pressing and tugging the other hardened nipple. Your back arched into his mouth, startling him. Moaning, you run your hands through his hair, holding the blonde strands between your fingers. 

Groaning, Nanami sucked while watching your face contort into that of pleasure. He felt the pressure of his pants against his hardening cock, slipping a hand down to push the hem of his shorts, he let his manhood free, jerking it into the bed sheets beneath the both of you. Pulling away with a string of saliva from your nipple, he switched to the other side to do the same,  his free hand twisting and pulling at your other wet and abused nipple. 

You felt a pang of pleasure, ecstasy and pain as Nanami carried on with his ministrations. Getting up, he pulled the shirt and the bra off you, throwing them to the side of the bed, before going lower. 

“It's not fair that I’m the only one who is naked.” you complained, turning to the side of your body. Getting up in a position of straddling you, Nanami took off his shirt, throwing it to the side immediately. Raising a hand, you ran your fingers through the delicate pattern that ran across his skin, colors of both dark and white mixing to form a beautiful piece of art. 

“You’re beautiful.” you said mindlessly. Nanami felt heat rush to his cheeks, his heart beating wildly at the compliment. Moving his hand towards the skin under your collarbone, he rubbed at the tattoo of the swallow gently, leaning down to place a kiss on it. 

“I think it's the other way around.” he said, brown eyes gazing into yours. Looking down, you saw his cock, weeping with precum and begging for attention. Flipping over, you pinned him beneath you. 

“Maybe it’s time I spoiled you.” you said, kissing your way down his naked chest till you reached the dips of his hips. Placing your hand on either side of his hips, you dragged the constraining material of his shorts and boxers, making him completely nude in front of you. Nanami watched you with a predatory gaze, licking the piercing on the bottom of his lip, anticipating what your next move would be. Giving the head of his dick a few sensitive licks you swallowed the head, running the tip of your tongue across the sensitive slit as Kento placed both his hands on your face, fingers crawling to entangle within the tresses of your hair. Watching him, you began to bob your head along the shaft of his cock, pulling out moan after sinful moan from Nanami’s lips. Pulling away from his cock, you used your hand to create a filthy sound of wet schlicks, causing Kento to desperately thrust his hips into your touch. “Does that feel good, baby?” you asked, bringing the movement of your hand to a slow pace. 

“Haaah, feels…” he moaned, throwing his head back against the sheets, fingers digging into the skin of your scalp gently. 

“Feels what.” you commanded, stopping your fist all at once. 

“Feels good.” Nanami rasped, blinking at the ceiling. Turning to position himself on his elbows, he watched you smile as his cock twitched from being unable to cum, but he wasn’t complaining. Sitting forward, he pulled you on top of him and did the same as you did to him, flipping you over. 

“It’s your turn now.” he said, going down your body until he reached your pants. Bringing his fingers under the fabric, he pulled them off quickly along with your soaking panties, staring at the mess you had created between your thighs. Placing a thumb over your clit, he elicited a high pitched moan out of you. With his knees digging into the mattress, Nanami pulled your lower half onto his face, placing either of your thighs on his shoulders. Giving kisses along with a nibble on the inner skin of your thighs, he got to work, running a tongue over the lips of your pussy while he reached a hand down to play with your tits. Keeping your hands above your head, you tried to keep your sanity as Nanami began to twist and turn his tongue into your core. The lip piercing wasn’t helping either, edging you close to an orgasm. 

Giving a few licks to your clit, he closed his lips around giving it a deep suck until you screamed. Shiting his head left and right, he watched as you writhed in pleasure, while he rubbed circles into your thighs with one of his hands, the other still toying with your nipple. 

You felt you were about to snap when he pulled away. 

“Why did you stop?” you asked, panting for breath. 

“Cumming on my tongue is something we can save for another time. But now, I want you to come on my cock.” he said, giving a few pumps to his wet and hard dick. Reaching over to the side of his desk, you watched him pull out a foil, ripping it with his teeth and rolling the rubber onto his member. 

Spreading your thighs wide, he slapped his cock a few times before turning to face you. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, gaze steady and wary. 

“Yeah…Do you?” you asked. Giving you a heartfelt smile, Nanami gave you a light peck, answering with a “Yes.” before sliding into your heat, the both of you moaning. Kento hissed as he pushed more of his shaft into your fluttering hole while you felt your core throb from the stretch. It was painful but it was a pleasure. 

“You okay?” Nanami asked, brushing the hair off your forehead, eyes shifting wildly for any sign of you feeling uncomfortable. Taking his hand into yours, you gave it a few light rubs. “I’m fine Kento.” you said, taking his hand to your lips, placing a light kiss. Letting a few moments pass for you to adjust to his size, Nanami began to move his hips, causing the bed to rattle and your back to move back and forth against the sheets as he placed his elbows on either side of your head. “Been thinking about this since the time I did the fucking tattoo on you.” he said, gritting his teeth, hips snapping into yours. Taking a hand to your hip, he squeezed the flesh while the other held your hand against the mattress. 

“Been thinking about these fucking curves since the time you hugged me.” he confessed, now getting up to hold your hips and snap his hips even faster into yours. With a series of moans and groans, you watched as Nanami licked the tips of his fingers, rubbing circles into your clit, eager to give you the taste of pleasure. 

You felt close to the edge, the sense of pleasure ready to snap. “Cum for me.” is all he commanded, causing you to close your eyes tightly, causing you to let go. You felt your body quiver as Nanami fucked you through the orgasm, each thrust reaching deeper, craving more of your warmth. You felt tears form on the corner of your eyes from the sheer overstimulation. Gritting his teeth, Nanami thrusted a few more times, cumming into the confines of the rubber. He dropped his body over as you caught your breath. Bathing in the afterglow, he laid down next to you, pulling you by your waist into him while the other arm was under your head. 

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he brushed his nose against yours, causing you to giggle. 

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, eyes dulling at the thought of the hurtful words he said the other day. Looking up at him. You shook your head, placing a searing kiss at the edge of his mouth. 

“We can talk about that later. Drinks have gone cold and the bed is warm. I don’t want to get up.” you whined, nuzzling into the soft skin of his chest. 

Choosing not to say anything, Nanami closed his eyes, happy at the fact that he had something good for once. Except for money and the thanking of customers whom he rarely saw ever again, Nanami was willing to cherish you, a more valuable memory born from under his needle. 

[saintobio]

RUSH ΣΘΒ — a haikyuu x jjk frat au collab

welcome to the annual fraternity rush! are you ready to party all night and meet the most attractive frat brothers and srat sisters around the campus?

HOUSE RULES & RUSHEE INFORMATION.

all rushees must be strictly 18+ only, minors dni

please contact the chapter president (@saintobio) with the hq / jjk frat boy or srat girl of your choice. all fraternities and sororities are grouped accordingly.

one blog per character only. threesomes and gangbangs are accepted in all houses.

smut with or without plot and dc are accepted. tags and warnings must be labeled accordingly.

can be written in any form (hc or oneshot)

fanarts are also accepted

kindly tag me so i can reblog. you may use the hashtags #hq.fratboys or #jjk.fratboys

deadline is until 31st Aug (bid day!)

if this flops, atsumu will haze yall 😣

// HAIKYUU FRAT ROW //

SIGMA ZETA (ΣΖ) : msby

bros before hoes — me (sakusa, bokuto, atsumu, hinata)

KAPPA THETA XI (ΚΘΞ) : seijoh

movie star — @iwas-baby (iwaizumi hajime)

punish you — @beelzen (hanamaki takahiro)

matsukawa issei — @444tsumu

iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru (fanart) — by anon01

SIGMA ALPHA OMICRON (ΣΑΟ) : inarizaki

give and take — @inarizahki (kita shinsuke)

ojiro aran — @suedebunn

miya osamu — @tojidreams

miya atsumu — @liaslight

cigarettes after sex — @https-inarizaki (suna rintarou)

UPSILON PSI (ΥΨ) : itachiyama

kiyoomi sakusa — @pissei

IOTA DELTA GAMMA (ΙΔΓ): shiratorizawa

semi eita — @reiomi

PHI ETA (ΦΗ) : karasuno

tsukishima kei — @iznui

coin — @sukxma (sugawara koushi)

THETA RHO OMEGA (ΘΡΩ) : fukurodani

ripe for the picking — @hornime (akaashi keiji)

LAMBDA XI (ΛΞ) : tag teams

atsumu, kita, suna — @haikyutiehoe

tsukishima, kuroo, bokuto — @katboykiyo

sharing is caring — @semisgroupie (nishinoya yuu, tanaka ryunosuke)

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// JJK FRAT ROW //

ALPHA ZETA PHI (ΑΖΦ) : gojou / okkotsu

i hate you, i love you — me (gojou satoru)

medicine — @slxtte (okkotsu yuuta)

BETA PI EPSILON (ΒΠΕ) : zen’in / fushiguro

fushiguro megumi — @nanikoreeeh

OMEGA LAMBDA (ΩΛ) : kamo / choso

on the sacred bonds of brotherhood — @lovesakusa (choso)

GAMMA TAU RHO (ΓΤΡ) : others

todou, itadori — @delirieum

the bet — @godbaji (getou suguru)

more...

[writing accurate descriptions of the greek life is not required but highly appreciated whenever possible. you can simply use ie. frat boy!atsumu in a party + the smut scene as long as it’s a college au. you are also welcome to check the frat terminologies should you need it as a guide]

[semisgroupie]

 The Woman Who Used to be Mrs. Jones

Genre: smut, fluff (kinda at the end?), angst

Pairing: Aoi Todo X F!Reader

Word Count: 6.4k words

Warnings (some of the content can be triggering so please read through the warnings before reading this): cheating (in this Todo is the other man/reader is in a loveless marriage where her husband cheats on her/her husband is just a huge asshole), toxic relationship, sexual scenes, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), dirty talk, multiple creampies, bathroom sex, praise, risky sex (they fuck at a party the reader and her husband is hosting), mention of a small altercation between Todo and reader’s husband, mention of a child & brief mention of pregnancy (not detailed),  if I missed anything let me know

A/N: I do not condone, support or encourage cheating! It is not good, don’t do it! The song Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul helped me with creating this piece so I recommend listening to it while reading this. This has depicted sex within this so MINORS DNI (I’m not gonna cry bc I don’t cry but I am not afraid to beat some ass) So I hope you all enjoy it, comments/reblogs are very appreciated!!! I also apologize in advance if formatting is weird on mobile :/

Flashbacks are bolded & italicized! Also separated by a border!

Todo walks up to the counter of the cafe and orders the usual for the both of you. He came early since he was done with work earlier than usual so after paying for the drinks he carried them to the special spot you two shared. Once seated he takes his phone out to check the time while taking a sip from his drink.

The time read 5:45. You got out fifteen minutes ago and your job wasn’t too far from the cafe, so you’d be there soon. The bell chimed to the cafe and Todo looked up to see you walk in.

His heart pounded in his chest, you looked as beautiful as you did the first day he met you all those years ago in high school. Once you two made eye contact you flashed him a smile and made your way over to him.

“Hey baby, I didn’t think you’d be here before me.”

He felt his cheeks flush at the pet name. You leaned down to hug him and give him a kiss, placing your hands on each side of his face caressing him as your lips met. Once you pulled away you sat down and started talking about your day at work.

He couldn’t help but lose focus as to what you were saying. He knew your day was tough from how your hair looked a bit disheveled from running your hands through it, a habit you had picked up when you were extremely stressed.

Time passed as the two of you spoke about each other’s days and then you were both done with your drinks.

“Wanna go home now Aoi? As much as I love it here I found this new recipe online that I would really like to try out!”

He nodded as you both got up, tipped the cashier one last time before heading to your shared home. The distance was short from where you both were currently and when you two were together even one hundred miles would feel like two blocks.

As Todo put the key in to unlock the door he sighed in content. Once you both were inside he took your jacket off and put it away. He leaned on the kitchen island while you started taking out ingredients for dinner.

“This isn’t a dream right Y/N?”

It just felt so unrealistic to him he just had to be dreaming. Your laughter filled the air as you walked towards him. You wrapped your arms around his body and looked up at him.

“While we did this in the most unconventional way it is very much real” you removed your left hand from his body to put your hand close to his line of view, “this ring you gave me a few months ago is proof of our love and the ring I gave you on your left ring finger is also proof of my love and dedication to you.”

Unconventional? Was that even the right word to explain the events that led you both to where you are now?

You started your arrangement with him two years ago. You became “Mrs. Jones” a year before that. A happy marriage was wished to the both of you, but your marriage was anything but that. Six months after you both said your I do’s you found your husband in bed with his boss. They didn’t even think about trying to conceal their affair.

To say it broke your heart was an understatement. You felt like he ripped your heart out of your chest and destroyed it slowly as you watched. Soon there were lonely nights filled with you drinking and crying yourself to sleep. Soon after you just became numb, you got used to putting up a facade whenever your friends or family asked how married life was.

The only one who knew of the affair and how horrible your marriage actually was, was your best friend Valerie. When she first found out you had to hold her back the next time she saw him because she was just filled with rage. You were trying to find a good divorce attorney, but you just didn’t have enough money yet, so you were stuck for the time being. Then it was time to plan how to celebrate one year since the day you married him.

Valerie said that she would bring a special surprise for you, but you just pushed it to the side. You settled on hosting a party at your parent’s house since it was big enough. The fake smile you had plastered on your face burned your soul more than the cheap ring on your finger. A cheap ring that meant the entire world one moment but now means absolutely nothing.

You were leaning on the wall, holding a glass of champagne, next to your husband as Valerie approached you.

“Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!” she gave your husband a side glance as she begrudgingly said his name, “Declan... anyways I have your surprise so come with me to the backyard!”

Before you could say anything she grabbed your hand and weaved both of you through the crowd of people. She opened the door and you almost dropped your glass at the sight.

“Aoi? I thought you were away in Sweden?”

Todo brings a hand to his neck.

“I was but my job relocated here, and Valerie told me everything. As much as I’d love to say congratulations, I can’t.”

Your body moves on its own as you approach him and hug him. He holds you on instinct and all that is heard is sniffles. You move back and quickly apologize for your abrupt actions.

“Hey, don’t apologize pretty girl” he brought his hands to cup your face and wiped the tears from your face, “Declan should be the one apologizing, how could he take someone like you for granted. I know you might not believe me, but you look just as beautiful as you did when we were in high school.”

The two of you were high school sweethearts but got accepted into different colleges. The inevitable happened and you both broke up, heading your separate ways losing contact. The last thing you heard about him was he had a job in Sweden and that was it. After college you met Declan and he seemed like a knight in shining armor, but it was too late for you to realize he was the devil in disguise.

You leaned into his touch as if you two were the only ones there. Only if he was the one you married; you both would be so happy. You wouldn’t have to worry about any mistresses or affairs because even in this moment you felt all his love. Todo moved in and before you knew it you felt his lips on yours.

You melted into the kiss immediately kissing him back until he abruptly pulled away.

“I am so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to you’re still married, and this is the anniversary party and he’s inside—”

“I don’t care about Declan. The only one I care about is you. Valerie always says I should be a little selfish and now is the time. I still care about you Aoi, I still love you. The piece of my heart that left with you is now back and I’m whole again. I understand if you’re not comfortable with this, I am trying to find a lawyer and once I get the promotion at my job I can finally pay for one.”

You looked up at him hoping he would indulge you in one last kiss even if it would be the last one you two ever shared. You watched as a smile grew on his handsome face.

“I love you too Y/N, I always had and I always will. When Valerie told me about everything I cannot explain the anger I felt not only at him but also myself. If I never left then you wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe you would’ve been with me.”

He leaned down and placed another kiss on your lips. Before it could continue Valerie ran out to the both of you.

“Hey lovebirds as much as I love seeing you two together Declan is starting a toast and wants his wife by his side.”

She rolled her eyes as your husband’s name left her lips. You took a deep breath and turned inside, Valerie and Todo following you. You took another deep breath as you made your way to your husband putting up the fake smile. He handed you a glass of champagne and started the toast.

“This past year with my beautiful wife by my side has been the best year of my life. Waking up next to her every morning is what fuels my fire. I love this woman so much and marrying her was the best decision of my life. Thank you all for coming and supporting us. Here’s to a happy, healthy marriage and for many more years to come!”

As glasses clinked and cheers filled the room you were filled with disgust at his words. How could he spew such garbage knowing it meant absolutely nothing?

“Come on honey, you can do a better job with that fake fucking smile. Make everyone believe that we’re in love and that I haven’t fucked almost every single one of my coworkers. Maybe I’ll even indulge in you tonight.”

“Fuck you Declan, you piece of shit.”

You excused yourself to the bathroom shoving your heel into his foot making him wince in pain. Todou followed you upstairs a few minutes afterwards hearing your sobs. He knocked on the door once, twice until your shaky voice responded.

“Hey it’s me, I wanted to check on you.”

He waited hearing your heels click on the ground until you reached the door to open it. You looked up at him with tear stained cheeks, eyes puffy from all the rubbing and wiping your tears away. Todo looked at you with so much love it was as if Eros struck him with his bow.

He quickly placed his lips on yours, the kiss feverish but also very loving. As if he was telling you how much he loved you each time his lips met yours. He picked you up and placed you on top of the bathroom sink, quickly running to shut and lock the bathroom door.

“Please let me make you forget about him. Please let me show you what it is like to make love and not fuck. Please Y/N.”

All you did was nod before placing your lips back on his allowing your hands to slide down and undo his belt. He allowed you to undo his belt and pants letting them hit the ground while he was lifting the skirt of your dress up.

“As much as I’d love to take my time worshipping your body we have to make this pretty quick beautiful. But please if you want to stop at any time stop me.”

You nodded at him as you felt his hand lightly graze your clothed pussy. He moved your panties to one side as he slipped a finger in, slowly moving it then inserting a second finger moving it just as slow but each movement made you moan and shiver. You started getting impatient and you grabbed his wrist.

“Please Aoi, please make love to me.”

He slotted his lips against yours again as he removed his cock from his boxers. Moving the tip against your folds making you both moan in the kiss. Once he entered you, slowly and gentle, you broke away from the kiss to throw your head back and moan. Once you gave him the okay he started thrusting.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. Just holding me like you don’t want me to let go.”

He moved faster hitting all the right spots. It was as if his cock was designed to fit inside your pussy. Both of your moans and groans filled the small bathroom. It quickly became heated as the mirror started to fog up. He started thrusting into you faster and harder making you throw your hands on the mirror for stabilization.

He placed sloppy kisses along the column of your neck. He lifted himself from your neck to lick two of his fingers and place them on your clit, moving them in small tight circles.

“Come on baby cum for me. Cum all over my cock and I will fill you up. I’ll make this pretty little pussy so fucking messy with my cum and you’ll walk around in that party filled with it. You look so fucking gorgeous baby. I love you so much.”

That sent you off the edge, creaming on his cock with a high pitched moan of his name. He continued pounding your pussy through your orgasm as he was nearing his own. You pulled him in for another kiss running your nails up and down his clothed chest. Feeling your nails against him made him reach his own peak, filling you completely with his cum.

Todo peppered kisses along your lips, swollen and puffy from kissing so intensely, as you both came down from your highs.

“I’m going to pull out now okay?”

“Okay that’s fine.”

You didn’t need to tell Todo to be gentle, he was already treating you like fine glass. He slowly pulled out and quickly moved your underwear to cover your cum filled pussy. A low chuckle left his lips.

“Don’t want you leaking cum all over the place.”

He lifted you off the bathroom sink after picking up both his pants and boxers. Before you could even smooth out your dress Todo did it for you, fixing any flyaways in your hair and placing one last kiss on your lips. He unlocked the door and helped lead you to the stairs.

“We should head down at separate times so we don’t look so suspicious.”

You nodded, placing one last kiss one his lips.

“I love you Aoi.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

You went downstairs and walked to your parents. You had a small limp and it filled both Aoi and yourself with joy seeing how your husband stared, completely confused at you. Valerie leaned next to you close to your ear.

“I already gave Aoi your phone number, go get that dick again.”

She lightly smacked your ass, a small yelp leaving your lips. The party went on for a couple more hours, lingering glances shared between you and Todo. When the party ended you had to figure out a ride situation since your husband drank way too much and you were a little tipsy.

Declan’s brother offered to take him back and before he could offer you a ride Todo came up and offered to take you home, to which you immediately agreed. The ride was filled with laughter and talk of memories. Also, when Todo parked at a secluded area near where you live you thanked him for the ride with a mind blowing blowjob.

He dropped you off in front of your place, being the gentleman he is, he walked you to the front door giving you one last kiss.

“I hope to see you again soon beautiful angel.”

“How about tomorrow? We could go get drinks or dinner.”

“There’s a cafe near my job, I’ll text you the address. Meet me there tomorrow when you’re done with work.”

You nodded as you fished your keys out of your purse. Taking a deep breath you unlocked the door and put your things away, heading straight to the guest bedroom because you refuse to sleep in the same bed Declan had all his whores in.

You thought he went to sleep until you heard a groan of your name. You rolled your eyes and continued going to the guest bedroom, ignoring him until you felt a hand grab your wrist.

“What do you want Declan?”

“What, I can’t touch my wife? You looked really sexy tonight so I thought I might do you the favor of fucking you.”

Fire burned in your veins. Every time you tried to pull yourself away from his hold, his grip got tighter.

“Declan, you’re drunk, and I hate you. Even if I was drunk I still wouldn’t go to bed with you, so make good friends with your hand or call one of your whores up because I will never sleep with you again.”

He turned you around.

“Listen here you bitch, you will never talk to me like that ever again. I did you the fucking favor of marrying your sorry ass now you treat me like this? I haven’t touched you in fucking months and this is what you tell me? Fuck you.”

“My sorry ass? Did me a favor? Did you also do me a favor by cheating on me over and over again? Did you do me a fucking favor then Declan? Rubbing it in my face that you didn’t love me the way I loved you, fucking anything that had tits and bringing them back here. I. Fucking. Hate. You. Rot. In. Hell. I don’t know what those girls see in you anyways, I had to fake almost all my orgasms and your dick has a weird curve, you should go see a doctor for that actually. I can’t wait until I have the money to divorce you and properly leave your sorry ass in the dust.”

You snatched your arm from his grip and locked yourself in the guest bedroom. You took off the heels and unzipped your dress letting it hit the ground as you made your way to the bathroom that was connected to the room. You took off the ring on your left hand flushing it down the toilet.

“That’ll be the last I see of you.”

You turned on the shower letting the water run, steam filling up the bathroom fogging up the mirror. You slipped your panties off the memory of your time with Aoi in the bathroom of your parents’ house filling your mind as you picked up the cum stained panties and put them in the laundry basket.

You entered the shower letting the water run over your body. After your shower you put your pajamas on and sent a goodnight text to Todo setting up the time for meeting at the cafe tomorrow. The next morning you woke up to an empty house, you let out a sigh of relief not wanting to deal with Declan after the stunt he pulled last night.

Your day at work went fairly quickly then it was the end of your workday. Inputting the address Todo gave you into the GPS you realized the drive was going to be pretty short. Once you found parking you walked into the cafe, the little bell on the door chiming with the movement. You looked around and saw Todo sitting at a corner side table, isolated from most of the crowd.

That’s when you started the arrangement. He was fine with being the sideman for now until he could properly have you to himself. Little dates and mind blowing sex filled your lives for the next four months.

~Four Months Later~

Todo was sitting at the table that basically became the unofficially assigned table for you both as he heard the chime to the door. His head shot up expecting you to come through the doorway. It was just an elderly couple. He checked his phone again, checking for any new messages from you and nothing. Just the last message that read: “I’ll see you soon my love”.

Today was the day you would find out if you got the promotion. With the promotion you would get a huge increase in your salary and a $2,000 advance once it was official. $2,000 was the amount you needed to finally afford the divorce lawyer.

Ten minutes passed and Todo ordered another drink for himself. To say he was nervous for you would be an understatement. He was fidgeting like crazy. He received the drink and sat back down at the table. The door chimed again and he looked up to finally see you.

You waved at him and gave him a small smile. Worry filled him and he was afraid to ask you how everything went.

“There’s no way she didn’t get the promotion. She has the best relationship with her boss and she works so hard.” He thought to himself.

You greeted him with a kiss on his head and sat down. He stood silent watching you.

“So I should tell you about what happened at work right Aoi?”

“You don’t have to honey, it’s fine.”

A smile graced your face, a genuine smile, the only type of smile that you shared with Todo since he filled you with genuine happiness.

“I got the promotion.”

Todo sat there in shock.

“What? What did you just say?”

“I got the promotion. I just came back from meeting the divorce lawyer to fill out necessary paperwork, that’s why I came so late.”

He got up from his seat and lifted you up into his arms.

“I’m so happy. I could yell from the rooftops.”

So he did the next best thing, he yelled about your promotion to the entire cafe. The people inside applauded you and gave you words of encouragement. The elderly man approached the both of you after Todo put you down.

“Congratulations to you young lady. This young man seems to be extremely proud of you. I didn’t mean to interrupt the celebration but it’s just that the both of you remind both my wife and I of us when we were younger. While we met under unconventional circumstances we have spent the past 30 years together. I wish you both a happy, healthy relationship.”

You both thanked the old man and watched him walk back to his wife.

“Do you think we’ll be like them one day Aoi?”

He pulled you close to him.

“I don’t think we will, I have a feeling I know we will. Now let’s go pick up your things and bring you back to my place to properly celebrate.”

He drove you to your house and walked with you inside to pack your clothes. In the midst of packing things you both heard the front door slam shut, meaning one thing: Declan was home.

“Care to explain the car in front Y/N? I know you don’t have enough money to afford a new one.”

You sighed and continued packing with Todo.

“I was asking you a fucking question -- oh who’s this? Why are you packing? Oh I get it now, finally got a new guy to deal with your shit? Good luck buddy--”

Before Declan could get another sentence out Todo walked over and shoved him against the wall.

“Don’t you ever speak to Y/N like that again asshole. For your information, she’s leaving you and coming with me. A guy who actually loves her.”

Declan stood there shocked that someone stood up to him. Once you zipped up your bag Todo left Declan to help you. Todo walked behind you with your bag in his hand. You turned one last time to Declan.

“Oh by the way I’ve been having sex with Aoi for the last four months and the first time was at the anniversary party. The reason I was limping was because of him not because of my heels. And you’ll be getting my divorce papers soon, go fuck yourself Declan.”

You walked with Todo to his car and he drove you back to the cafe so you could bring your car to his place. Once you entered through the front door he was on top of you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your lips and neck.

“You looked so fucking sexy there Y/N.”

He picked you up and brought you to his bedroom while you were peppering kisses along his neck. He put you on the bed and started stripping, you followed suit until you were left in your bra and panties and he was left in his boxers.

He pushed you down on the bed and crawled over you. Placing kisses down your body, removing your bra once he got to your chest and removing your panties once he got to your hips. Not one inch of your body was left untouched by his lips except your pussy. The place you needed him most.

“Aoi please.”

“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Need you—your mouth on my pussy please.”

He wasted no time. He licked from your leaking entrance to your engorged clit. Making you throw your head back.

“I don’t know how but you taste better every time. I’m fucking addicted to how you taste.”

He dove back in, wrapping his lips around your clit and using a finger to tease your entrance. He was alternating between light sucks and harsh sucks making you buck your hips against his mouth.

“Aoi please fuck me. Wanna cum on your cock please.”

He gave your clit one last suck and took the finger he used to circle your entrance and put it in your mouth. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his finger made him even harder if that was possible. He stood up and took off his boxers, throwing them to a random area in the room.

He spit on his hand and pumped himself a few times as he made his way back on the bed.

“Are you ready my love?”

You spoke breathlessly “yes Aoi, please.”

He aligned himself and entered you slowly, going inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. A moan leaving both of your lips.

“And correction my love, I don’t fuck you” you furrowed your brows but that expression quickly changed when he pulled himself back until only the head of his cock was inside you and he bottomed out again in a swift movement, “I make love to you.”

He leaned down placing his forearms on either side of your head slotting his lips against yours. His thrusts slowly increase in speed. He breaks the kiss to praise you.

“My beautiful girl is so talented. You look so gorgeous right now. So fucking beautiful, I love you Y/N. I love you so much.”

“Aoi, feels s’good. Please I’m gonna cum soon. You fill me so good, like you were made for me.”

You wrap your legs around his waist and he slides his hand down between the two of you to rub circles around your clit. Your moans start increasing in pitch signaling that you’re going to cum. You bring your hands to his back and rake your nails down, digging into his skin, sure to leave marks. His ruts increased in speed bringing you to your orgasm.

“Fuck baby you’re clenching my cock so tight. I’m gonna cum so deep in your pussy baby. I’m gonna fill you up every single day because now you are mine.”

He emphasized each word with a hard thrust. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. Once he cums he sinks his teeth in trying to conceal the guttural moan that leaves his mouth. Coming down from his high he lifts his head up.

“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to—”

“There’s no need to apologize Aoi, I’m sorry about the scratches on your back.”

“Don’t apologize pretty girl, with how often we’re going to be making love I’ll get used to it.”

He slowly pulled out and you felt the cum leak out of you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to the shower. Let’s just say both of you were lucky that the neighbors were gone for the night.

~1 year later~

The both of you have been together for a year and four months. Todo was by your side the entire time throughout the divorce preceding. Comforting you and supporting you the entire time. Once your divorce was finalized your relationship received an official title.

Both of you were extremely happy but there was the voice in the back of Todo’s head that gave him doubts. When he went to go engagement ring shopping with Valerie the voice was there.

As he picked out the perfect ring for you the voice was there. His head was filled with doubts. Of course he loved you, he loved you more than anyone or anything in the world. He knew you loved him. His love for you was immortal, unconditional but he wasn’t so sure if it was the same for you.

That voice in his head hammering doubts over and over again it made him nervous. He started to wonder if he should bring the ring back. If he should change his mind. It was that voice.

“What if she gets tired of you like her husband did with her? What if she finds someone better than you? What if she doesn’t love you as much as you love her? Could you handle the heartbreak Aoi? Could you?”

He started getting distant from you, less kisses in the morning, leaving without saying goodbye, barely initiating sex, it made you worried. What if he’s getting tired of you like Declan? You texted him wanting to meet at the cafe after work. He just sent back a simple “okay”.

Reading it made you even more nervous than before. When you were done with work you drove as slow as you possibly could to the nearby parking lot. You opened the door to the cafe and once you looked around you saw Todo there, fidgeting.

“Is he going to end things with me? We were supposed to move to the new house next week.” You wondered to yourself, you both had so many plans for the future but the future is uncertain.

You sat down and it was silent. He nudged your drink over to you and that was the most interaction you got from him since you got there. It killed you to not talk to him and it was killing him too.

“Y/N, I’m scared.”

You looked into his eyes and saw the fear within them. But what could he possibly be scared about?

“Aoi, what’s wrong? What’s scaring you?”

“What if you get tired of me? What if you meet someone better than me? What if—”

“Aoi. Stop that please” your voice started shaking, it broke your heart to see the man you love being plagued with such fears.

“Aoi, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. You’re my love. You’re my soulmate. You make me happier than anyone in this world. You brighten up my day, the small things you do make me fall even more in love with you.”

You got up and bent down to hug him. You pulled back holding his face in your hands.

“Aoi I will never get tired of you. I let you leave me once and I never plan on doing it ever again. I love you Aoi Todo, I will love you until my heart stops beating and I will love you long after that. In every life I will look for you to recreate this love over and over again. If I had to go back in time I would go through this all over again just to be right here with you.”

Tears were falling down both of your faces by the time you stopped speaking. You wiped his tears away and he lifted his hands to wipe yours away. He pulled your face closer to his and kissed you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so so sorry.”

He muttered apologies against your lips and when you both pulled away it was his turn to speak. You sat back down holding his hands above the table.

“I just got scared Y/N. I love you so much and I just can’t imagine my life without you. I look forward to the future with you, I want you by my side through every single endeavor. You’re my everything. You’re the sun that brightens my day. You’re the stars that shine through my night sky. You’re the air that I breathe. I love you.”

You stood up and pulled him along with you as you both walked out of the cafe. You drove the both of you home and once you entered you led him to the bedroom. Once you entered you undid his work shirt and pants stripping him to his underwear. You led him to the bed and sat him down.

“I never want you to question my love for you ever again.”

You kissed him and placed kisses down his body. Little nibbles along his pecs, a flick of your tongue along his nipples, slow sensual kisses until you reached the waistband of his boxers. You tugged at the waistband and he lifted his hips to help you properly take them off.

His cock slapped against his abdomen. You took it in your hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. You placed featherlight kisses from the head of his cock to the base. You took his head into your mouth swirling your tongue around it and letting it go with a pop.

You took your hand and spit on it using it to lube his cock for you and you started to take more of him into your mouth. His moans and groans filling the room along with the sounds of you gagging yourself on his cock.

When you popped up for air looking at him he could swear he just saw a goddess in front of him. Even with your saliva and tears coating your face he has never seen anyone more beautiful than you. Even Aphrodite herself could not even come close to your beauty.

You got up and stripped off your clothing. You pushed him back gently to lay on the bed as you straddled him aligning his cock with your pussy. You sunk yourself down onto him, he tossed his head back into the bed feeling your warm slick walls welcome him in.

You started moving up and down slowly before gaining a rhythm bouncing on his cock. You moved your upper body close to his grabbing his face and making eye contact.

“I love you—ah fuck—Aoi. I love you so much. You fuck me so good. You are so handsome. Thank you for loving me.”

You felt his arms reach around your waist as planted his feet on the ground to pound into you. Once he started jackhammering into you repeatedly hitting your g-spot you felt yourself cumming around him over and over again.

He used this position to pull as many orgasms as he could from you until he had his own and with how tight you were around him it would be extremely soon. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Please cum inside me Aoi, please please please. I need you to fill me up please I need your cum.”

He pulled you down and his hips lifted bottoming out inside you, filling you with his cum. You let your full weight go onto him as you were catching your breath. Hard breaths filled the room. You looked at him and kissed him again.

“I love you Aoi.”

“I love you more Y/N.”

The following week you both moved into your forever home. Todo made dinner and ordered your favorite dessert to celebrate the move. It was also the day that he was going to propose. He knew how much you hated public proposals and receiving unnecessary attention so why not do it at home?

When you were doing the dishes making small conversation on how you saw a documentary about female serial killers he got the ring and went on one knee.

“So all of her victims were just random men who had green eyes, isn’t that—”

“Y/N.”

You turned around and dropped the sponge in your hand. Your jaw drops at the sight of the man you love and the most beautiful ring you have ever seen.

“Y/N, you have made me the happiest man the past year and four months. Time with you has been amazing. You make me feel like I have been floating on air and I never want to come down. I love you so much. Will you continue this journey of life with me, as my wife?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You bent down to kiss him and he slipped the ring on your left finger. A few seconds later Valerie called, already aware of what Todo was planning to do. You set the date of the wedding six months from the day of the proposal.

The wedding was small and filled with only close friends and family. It was the happiest day of your life and everyone preferred Todo over your ex husband, even your father, who never liked any of your boyfriends.

“I like this guy a lot Y/N, I mean I’ve always liked him.”

“Dad you threatened to hunt him down when we first started dating in high school.”

“Oh honey it’s just dad stuff but that was a promise and it still stands.”

“Dad! He’s not like that, he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world and like I’m a precious gem.”

You both looked over at Todo sharing a dance with your mom and when he looked at you, you could see your future in them. Wherever he would go you would be there beside him as his wife.

“this ring you gave me a few months ago is proof of our love and the ring I gave you on your left ring finger is also proof of my love and dedication to you.” Todo leaned forward and kissed you holding you in his arms. 

“I never thought that one person could make me feel so loved and make me feel so much love for them Y/N.”

Now married life was doing the both of you well. Nothing could tear the both of you apart. Not even the news on your one year anniversary that you both were going to have your first child. If Todo felt like he was on cloud nine before then holding your beautiful, healthy son in his arms made him feel he was in seventh heaven. 

A/N pt2: thank you all for reading this, I’m really excited about how this work turned out I hope you all enjoyed it. This is by far my longest fic so I really appreciate you reading it through. I have much more on the way, if you have any requests my ask is open! Again thank you so much for reading I appreciate you all! — D <3

[muse-hakuouki]

Rules + Requests Updates (at the end):

This blog is only for Hakuouki.

Characters I write for:

Okita Souji

Saitou Hajime

Hijikata Toshizou

Sannan Keisuke

Harada Sanosuke

Todou Heisuke

Nagakura Shinpachi

Kondou Isami

Yamazaki Susumu

Kazama Chikage

Shiranui Kyo

Amagiri Kyuju

Sen Hime

Yukimura Chizuru

3. What I write:

Headcanons

Scenarios

Matchups

Short fics / Drabbles

SFW

Fluff

Angst

Modern AU

 4. What I don't write:

NSFW

Smut

 5. Please, be respectful and polite.

A/N: So yeah, my dear readers, this is it for now. I will change the rules if I need to. Requests are open . So, if you want to request, please don't hesitate. I would really appreciate it if you do. Thank you!

Requests Updates:

Drunk Sannan drabble: Almost done.

Drabble of Harada and Nagakura cheering up Heisuke: In progress.

[evanescentdawn]

(12th august)

today’s writing:

—not entirely sure on what this is, but. uh. I started a itafushikugi smut???? the idea is kinda ridiculous tbh, lol. I have no idea on what I’m doing. I did have this idea that I wanted to do for a ship but uh??? didn’t expect to be doing for them??? I really just wanted to write some smut for jjk, and well. I started to write this. anyways, god, I love them so much. uh, so this turned into itafushikugimaki because I was like okay yu and noba are dating but then, was like. no, no. we gotta have maki in there as well so they are all dating but then i was like I can’t have maki NOT be in the fic, and well. yeah.

—okay, okay. no it’s turned into two wips. where in one it’s just itafushikugi and in the other, it’s itakugimaki + suffering, third-wheel meg. hilariously, the only constant in their them is that Nobara is horny fhfjfkfk

—started another itafushikugi thing, it’s all ridiculousness and meg being teased (as I notice almost of fics for them are just that) and im living the life. I love them so, so much.

—I have been thinking CONSTANTLY about todou/meg. literally couldn’t think about how the hell they would go together how I don’t know a heck abt writing Todou but I really wanted it happen and. Uh???? I started something????

—I’m so MEAN to meg DJFKFK. Anyways, yeah, I started another ridiculous itafushikugi that was actually inspired by me being a idiot a few mins ago. 😔

—I also started writing for itakugi week! The soulmate prompt! I only have like two lines down so far but I do have an idea and it’s gonna be funnn. <333