summary: when your adopted brother, black leg sanji, decided to leave baratie for the straw hat pirates, you followed because he made you. the only downside is, the strawhats only need one cook - so when you're not fighting, sanji thinks its funny to leave you in charge of fridge duty.
pairing: strawhat! reader / luffy
wc: 1.2k
tags: f! reader, fluff, luffy is frickin fat, luffy sleepwalks to the fridge, luffy wants the food, sanji genuinely puts you to work
When Sanji decided to leave Baratie for the Going Merry, and then the Thousand Sunny later, you warned him that you shouldn't go with him. The Strawhats already had plenty of competent fighters - Sanji and Zoro at the time, but even Nami, now equipped with the Clima Takt, Usopp, Robin, Franky, Chopper, Brook - a whole crew of strong people. They didn't need a second kicker on the team.
Sanji couldn't give less of a damn. As his younger sister since he was taken in by Zeff, you were going where he went, whether you liked it or not. You would never admit to him that you were relieved he'd dragged you with him, but home was on the Thousand Sunny now.
Except you did have one qualm. The only thing you did on the team was fight - this was not the issue. The issue was that Sanji claimed you weren't doing enough, despite Nami and Robin's objections that you did plenty.
His solution was to put you on fridge duty. You wanted to read a book with Robin? Well, you can read it while you sit by the fridge. You wanted to draw the sea? You can draw it, by the fridge. You wanted to watch Zoro train? No, you're going to be by the fridge.
The reason for this was that you had a particularly greedy captain who would inhale food the moment he saw it. You would never forget the moment you visited Luffy in the infirmary after Alabasta and watched him inhale an entire cart of fruit in one bite and claim he was still hungry. You understood your brothers' qualms, and you wanted to appear useful, so you reluctantly agreed.
Not that you were really good at being in charge of the fridge. The issue - one that Sanji was entirely aware of - was that you had a huge, huge soft spot for Luffy. He'd wander into the kitchen, whining about being hungry right before Sanji was going to serve a meal, and promptly be kicked out by Sanji.
Despite that, you'd always sneak away from the fridge with a snack, and promptly bring it to Luffy, making sure to tide him over (for literally five minutes) until the meal was served. He'd grin in the same way he always did, laugh and ruffle your hair, and stuff his face right in front of you.
"Thank you, thank you! Wow, you're always so nice to me, mini-Sanji! Wow, this is so good. Your brother's a really good cook. Gee, thanks for bringing me this!" He'd always laugh at you, smile as bright as the sun, before complaining just seconds later that he was still hungry. You'd sneak off to bring him more food, but then he'd stop you. "No, wait, it's fine! I'll do my best to wait until Sanji calls us. Just sit by us, let's watch the ocean!"
You spent more time next to Luffy than anyone around, and that's why Sanji should've known better than to put you in charge of watching the fridge. Even though he knew you were absolutely not cut out for it, he kept telling you to do it for one sole reason.
He swore to god that the two of you were daft idiots in love with each other. Maybe he was crazy, but when Nami and Robin made the same observation, he knew there had to be some weight behind the thought.
There were many incidents where Sanji would wake up early to prepare breakfast, only to find the two of you tightly interlinked in front of the fridge. Both of you were always snoring soundly, not a care in the world, as Luffy sprawled his body over you and drooled on your shoulder. Your hand would rest on his back as if he was your blanket, holding him until your brother finally poked you awake and forced you to get up and haul Luffy back to his quarters. Sanji would check the fridge for ingredients - but of course, it was empty, and he could only blame himself.
Your captain would wake up a few hours later, and immediately go to stare at you in front of the fridge. "Hey. Why'd you move me?!" He'd ask, pointing at you.
You shook your head, pointing at your brother by the counter. "Blame him! He woke me up and made me lug you back."
"Sanji, food! I'm hungry!" Luffy would complain, and you'd sigh. He'd entirely forgotten what he was complaining about to begin with.
At a certain point, even Zoro of all people started noticing how close you were to the captain. He'd only sit next to you during mealtimes, and if Nami was already by you he'd wiggle in between your two bodies like that was something entirely normal to do, and steal off your plate.
Sanji knew everything was over the night that you were all eating dinner and you said you were still hungry. Instead of getting up and getting you another plate like usual, Luffy slid you a quarter of his plate.
The table fell silent, staring at the two of you.
"Hey, are you serious?" Zoro broke the silence, pointing at your plate. "His food. He gave you his food. Our captain gave you HIS food."
Nami dropped her fork, staring at the two of you, stammering out incomprehensible words.
"What?" Luffy shrugged, shoveling food into his mouth. "I can always steal from Zoro's plate."
"You can not!" The swordsman shouted, shoving his food in his mouth. "Get seconds from the love cook!"
"Well, yeah, I can do that too." Luffy smiled, slinging an arm over you. "She's my girlfriend! So it's normal for me to give her some food."
"Huh???" Sanji yelled, whipping around from the counter. "What the actual hell are you talking about?"
"Ace said that people become boyfriend girlfriend when they drool on each other." Luffy blinked. "I've been drooling on your sister since you started putting her on fridge duty."
"Luffy, literally none of what you just said is true." You butted in, eating the food he put on your plate. "That's not how people start dating. And you drool on me because you sleep like a pig, not because you like me!"
"Yes, I do." He refuted, swiping Usopp's food and ignoring his complaints. "I sleep on top of you and I drool on you because it's romantic."
"What kind of romanticism is that?!" Nami yelled, breaking her plate over Luffy's head.
"So you don't want to go out with me?" Luffy frowned at you, nursing the bump on his head.
Your ears flushed pink, and you averted his gaze. "Well, I didn't say that, I'm just saying the drooling thing isn't how it works."
Luffy stole Sanji's plate of food, ignoring the foot coming flying at his head, and stacked it on top of yours. "Here. More food. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
You gaped at him, baffled, but accepting the plate anyways and picking your fork back up. "...Yes. I would."
"This is a very in-character way to ask for our captain." Robin nodded, politely dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.
"You guys are disgusting." Zoro frowned, Sanji nodding in the back. "You're both just going to steal our food now."
"That's your issue with this?" Usopp sighed. "I can't believe I'm still single when that's how Luffy asks people to go out with him."
"He drools on her and he thinks its cute." Nami murmured, picking at her plate. "I'm in disbelief."
the thing about media literacy is that understanding why the author chose to specify that the curtains are blue is the same skill set as understanding that the way the author characterizes all black characters as angry or all chinese characters as meek and silent is racist. it is the same skill set as being able to identify when a news source is biased or when someone is feeding you propaganda. the ability to ask "why did this person choose to present this premise in this specific way?" is a critical skill in a world full of misinformation. why are the curtains blue? maybe it's a characterization detail. maybe it's extraneous worldbuilding. why is this character written as being right all the time? maybe you're intended to disagree with them. maybe it doesn't matter. maybe you should still ask why.
fratboy satoru gets too possessive during sex because of his secret. 18+
satoru gojo, the man whom you had given your heart to after he had been courting you for two months. at first, it didnât make sense to you nor your friends.
satoru gojo, the man in the fraternity, who would ingest vodka in a shot while having a marlboro adorning his fingers.
satoru gojo, who would be known to satisfy himself to the exploding basses of incoherent music, flashes of purple, green and red lights embracing his party freak nature.
satoru gojo who would have a (new) girl every week, her grasping on to his sturdy forearm as they stumbled in to cramped dorms.
satoru gojo, who had the reputation of being a charmer who couldnât obtain a relationshipâ not because there was something lacking within him, but, because he never understood the importance of having some sort of romantic established connection.
so, you did wonder as to why satoru would try to get your attention, your time, your words. you were nothing like him.
in fact, you guys were truly polar opposites. your faculties didnât align (he was in business, you were in humanities), your personalities didnât align (he was an extrovert, you were an introvert) and most of all, your reputation (he was a fraternity member, you were known as the quiet, shy girl who refrained from engaging with men without necessity).
so, truly, how did it get here?
where your cheeks were pressed on to the mellow cotton of the pillow. where the white sheets of the bed were heavily wrinkled because of the way you clenched it within your fists. where you tried to mutter out his name in any way possible, âsa-satoruâmhmâ. where you didnât know if you wanted him to slow his pace down or keep going at this rate like a brute animal.
his cock was expanding in your hole it seemed, the firm veins were pulsating against your plush walls. his tip, the oh so pink tinted head of his cock you had come to love was stimulating your cervix. his balls were slapping on to your pounded pussy while both his hands held on to your waist, preventing you to move from the maddening position he had you in.
you felt it. his hands had shifted. one of them, framed with veins, had come around to feel the bulge on your wombâ signifying to you, that he was in you, too deep. while the other hand spread its large palm on one of your ass cheeks.
âfuck yeah doll, wanâ me to put a baby in this huh?â he groaned, his breath cutting between the words. âwanâ me to, fuck, make you full? leakinâ from me? shit just say yes baby.â you had rested your flustered cheek on to the pillow, your iris moving to the corner to see him. god. he was a vision of pure ecstasy. his white hair too frivolous, the bangs had been plastered on to sweaty forehand, his chest heaving with red scratches from the previous sessions.
you saw the bridge too, not vivid, just a slight blur but enough to make blood rush hastily into your face. creamy paste clustered around the rim of his cock, the base was too slimy, an evidence of the lustrous passion. âno oneâs havinâ you like this, fuck, only me. only me. onlyâ he groaned as he slapped against your rim faster and faster.
âshit, i swear iâm gonna marry you, my wifeâ âneed you, ugh, in the morninâs, noons and nights in my fucking house ând my fucked up lifeâ he wouldnât shut up, not at all. his groans gritted. his voice going sore.
ânobody gets this. this pussy. this body. no one will have you. no oneâ his breath cut hard. you gasped as he hit the spot too perfect, his entire length inside you. he was ramming into you as his fingers gathered both your dainty wrists behind your back in a single grip.
slap sounds of his skin meeting yours echoed too loud. tomorrow might be awkward with your neighbors.
âiâm never leavinâ you, ngh, never. yerâ not goinâ anywhere from meâ he was close, you could tell. his thrusts were way faster now, too fast. rapid with the way he moved while biting his lower lips, plumper shade of red now.
you had already came earlier than him while he had to remove himself and stroke to milk out even the littlest remaining bit.
you were gasping, for air and dissatisfaction from the loss of contact. he was too rough today, contrasting to his usual selfâ the sweet, the careful and the softly doting.
his clammy palm had slithered its way on to your waist, turning you around. your back on the mattress, your front to his view. you noted around. clothes scattered on floor while the condom box sat lonely on the bedside table because satoru wanted to go raw this time, just to âfeel youâ.
satoru had finished wiping you with the wet towel, throwing it on the little table, knocking off the durex box. he planted himself beside, close. too close like he wanted to be your second skin. his head rested low on to your chest as you giggled. he had always been very clingy after sex. always liked having his hair played with by you. only you.
âwas something wrong today? you were a bit .. rough..â you tentatively asked with a shy gaze on to him, only able to see the slope of his nose and the outline of his lips. he scrambled deeper in to your embrace, his breath exhaling on your spent nipple making you shiver.
âno, just, i love you. so fucking muchâ it was true. he did love you. you were his first girlfriend in a long time, since middle school.
he loved you. completely and irrevocably.
hence, it haunted him. what if you found out?
what if you found out that the two of you existed together only because of a stupid bet made between him and his friends during an alcoholic stupor.
drinks paid for the whole year if he took your virginity.
âHiding your devil fruit from everyone is the only rule. Unless it's your crush.â
PAIRING: Monkey D. Luffy â± fem!reader
TAGS: fluff, angst, the timeline starts at Thriller Bark and contains spoilers up to Egghead
WORDS COUNT: 13k
LOU'S NOTES: Hi! English is not my first language, so let me know if you see any mistake, I would be very grateful <3
The sea obeyed your voice.
Its waters danced and whispered just for you, caressing your feet and soothing your pains, thrilling your soul with its gentle mirages that carried you back home. Pleased to embrace you in its waves once more. Pleased with your return.
The sea waited for you for centuries. Patient. Longing. Tearful.
No soul had been born who could tame its ferocity. The times were divine, rushing to shore without coinciding with him could be a catastrophe. So it forced itself to endure. To tolerate the pain. To tolerate the desire to see him again.
It remained hidden under the wing of a specific family, protected by them on a remote island in Grand Line, for centuries without being disturbed. They passed the word down from parents to children, grandparents to grandchildren. That devil fruit, kept in a locked chest, with its peculiar conch shell shape that glowed in shades of blue and light blue, was not to be consumed.
The fruit would choose its bearer. Like no other, it would sing to attract whoever it desired, until it made them carry an unknown destiny. Anyone who coveted it wrongly would be punished.
And everyone learned to respect it.
You had always been curious. Why was your family the only one who knew about its existence and could take care of it, when there were so many others on the island? Why couldn't anyone else even get close enough to appreciate it? What was known about that devil fruit was passed on by word of mouth. Your aunt had told you about its appearance during a festival in the village, while dancing with laughter, one jump after another, to the rhythm of "don, don, don, don", but she didn't know if it was real either. Someone else had told her about it.
Your grandmother wouldn't let anyone near the old temple on the highest hill on the island. The task of caring for it was relegated to a few women in the family, those who had the gift of hearing. Hearing what? You thought it was nonsense. How could anyone hear a fruit? As a child, you couldn't make sense of it.
But curiosity kept you awake.
And you understood everything at the age of seven.
A festival to an ancient god was being celebrated in the village. Sitting on a bench âa tree trunk cut down by your fatherâ, you admired those present. There it was again. That rhythm. That dance. It was fun, it was playful, it was free. The huge smiles on their faces were something that only that dance could give.
The dance of Nika.
They did it once a month, as if trying to call him, intending him to join in the fun if he saw them, and something inside you told you that this god would do just that. He would join them with a huge laugh. And the party would never end.
But what was happening here was more than just a party. It was a plea. The people of your village and your family believed that he would return to save them. And someone important would come with him.
You shook your head from side to side, playing with the fabric of your white dress when you heard it.
A melancholic voice sang melodies that pressed on your heart. You were too young to understand the longing behind that song, the pain of loss. Its slowness differed from the joy in Nika's rhythm.
You covered your ears, not wanting to hear any more. But it was calling you. It was making you get up from your seat against your will.
Under the watchful gaze of your grandmother, whom you could not see through the sea of people, you made your way towards the forest. The old woman heard the crying in that song, more intense than ever. It was different from what it always whispered to her. Now it was crying out for you.
You followed the path with a grimace. It was lit by small golden lanterns shaped like flowers. Despite your fear of being scolded for entering the forbidden area, you couldn't help but follow that voice. Its broken song gradually changed, becoming a little more cheerful. Enough so as not to break your heart. You wondered if this is what the song of the sirens sounded like, the ones you read about in your book, the ones who lived on gyojin island.
You stopped in front of the temple. How many minutes had it taken you to climb the hill? You had lost track of time while enveloped in those melodies.
Seeing it up close took your breath away. Tall marble pillars surrounded by ivy stood before you. A glass dome revealed the interior of the place, making your blood run cold.
A golden statue of a woman stood in the middle, surrounded by water. Would you sink if you approached it? Or would it be shallow, free to walk towards it? That woman looked up at the sky with her back to you, her arms outstretched, her fingers curved as if touching something.
Was she singing? Could a statue sing? Or was it...? You searched with your eyes until you found it. A chest rested at her feet, surrounded by vines. As if it had never been touched before.
But something in that voice asked you to. Something in that woman's position begged you for something.
You dipped your tiny feet into the water and a sigh of relief escaped from within you when the water only reached your hips. For an adult, it would reach their knees or lower.
You walked across the slimy ground covered in seaweed, pouting in disgust. Your grandmother protected this place, but it seemed she didn't clean it, given its condition.
The singing grew softer as you got closer. The moonlight made the statue look more beautiful, but its golden colour would shine brighter in the sun.
When you reached its feet, which were in front of your face, you raised your hands to the vines, pulling them off one by one. The chest, once freed, looked old. Conveniently, a key lay beside it. You shook your head in confusion. No one had stolen it in centuries, and you had made it there without anyone stopping you. What were they afraid of? It was silly to fear a fruit. Surely it had some foolish power, like the men on the reward posters that arrived every week. There were a few incredible powers, but there were also fruits that seemed bad to you.
You inserted the key into the lock, opening the chest carefully so as not to break it. You widened your eyes in amazement when you saw it. It shone in shades of blue and light blue, shaped like a seashell. So this was what the devil's fruit looked like. You took it in your hands, not knowing that you were being allowed to do so. Not knowing that your destiny was being forged.
Standing by the island's beach, with the celebration behind her, your grandmother smiled softly. The clock was ticking again.
He had already been born and consumed his fruit, and he had chosen you at the same time to accompany him.
With the sudden violence of the sea that night, the people dancing merrily and a little girl spitting in a temple alone, the old woman welcomed the goddess of the sea.
The "Hito Hito no Mi, model: Naia" had chosen its bearer.
Your growth since that night had been quite an adventure. Your grandmother had told you things, like the name of the fruit and where it came from. The reason why your family had protected it for generations and generations finally had an answer. You were direct descendants of Naia, but the goddess was jealous and refused to choose a woman before the time. You didn't know who she was waiting for, and the old woman didn't have a concrete answer. Only old beliefs that had been instilled in her, which she couldn't vouch for as being true.
But if you were there, in front of her, surrounded by fish that seemed to be talking to you, then there was a chance that he was also in another sea.
The longer you lived in the village, the more miracles happened. The famine ceased with the increasing abundance of fish. Your unconscious attracted large fish and beasts from the Grand Line, which were hunted to feed the villagers. They ate through tears, thanking the sun god for his help, without knowing who was really responsible.
Ships began to stop there. After four years, your voice began to attract sailors, bounty hunters, and pirates. With their visits, the families around you were able to support themselves. The imminent improvement in the standard of living among these villagers caught the attention of the world government. An island was rising and should not remain outside their hands, living according to their laws. Abiding by the rules was the best they could do.
However, no one could accept it. The hatred in their hearts consumed them alive. These people were not the kind who wanted to be protected by the marine or receive the light of the world government by paying tribute. No. These people had their beliefs, beliefs that those above despised. Beliefs for which they would seek to silence them.
Your grandmother knew that your devil fruit would bring trouble. If the legends were true, the search for your existence would be relentless.
A woman with the ability to control the sea was an aberration to everyone who admired her. A forbidden existence hidden like a myth.
But myths had an origin and, in turn, someone who tried to destroy them.
As a very young girl, you had no control over the sea. The strong emotions he was unaccustomed to sent him into a frenzy. Your cries stirred up hurricanes, impossible to stop until your heart was calm again. Your anger violently shook the waves, your sudden outbursts calling forth tsunamis.
Their frequency was not something that the world government âwho kept their eyes on the island that was suddenly making a name for itselfâ could ignore. Marines disguised as sailors or ordinary tourists came and went, reporting what they saw. Was that island changing its magnetic field? After centuries of maintaining the same one? Or was something beyond their control happening?
It was after a huge earthquake and a subsequent tsunami, one that was out of the ordinary, with waves so big that they flooded the coast and left the island without a port, that your grandmother made the decision to expel you. CP0 began prowling the area when you were seventeen. They walked around looking at all the women, with instructions to pay special attention to the youngest ones.
Any who showed abnormalities. Any who seemed to interact unnaturally with the sea. Any who talked to fish.
The one who could be the woman the five elders wanted desperately.
Your grandmother, your aunt, and your mother did everything in their power. Sooner or later, those government agents would find the temple to the goddess Naia, confirming the suspicions of the celestial dragons. That temple, that golden statue facing the sun, was the only one in the world.
Those who knew her believed she had died, leaving no trace of her passage through life, a woman who would never set foot in such a rotten place again. But there she was, laughing in their faces, always hidden, always waiting for the right moment to return.
The three women in your family knew that news of such magnitude would not sit well. Everyone was in danger, not just you. And they were willing to face them as long as they could be reunited.
Your mother pulled you by the hand, all of them covering their mouths to stifle their tired gasps. The forest was the village's domain, illuminated in every corner, trees marked to indicate the paths back home. Your aunt carried a bag of clothes and your grandmother led the way.
They came upon a flooded coastline. Four villagers were holding onto tree trunks, pulling on ropes tied to the boat to keep it steady. They had placed two barrels of provisions inside. You looked at everyone in alarm, not knowing what to say, not wanting to leave.
This island was your home. Everyone had watched you grow up. Why did you have to leave everything behind? Just because of an ancient legend that no one knew was real?
The old woman placed her hands on your cheeks after your aunt had wrapped the bag around your body.
"You must flee, child." She whispered.
You shook your head, frightened. Yes, your devil fruit seemed to control the sea, but you had never sailed. You had never gone out into the world. And you would not be going out onto a calm sea. You lived in Grand Line, and out there were fearsome pirates, the yonko sailed those waters.
"It's for your own good. And for the good of the world." She tucked your hair behind your ear with trembling hands. "One day you'll understand."
"I don't want to go." You whispered, looking at your mother pleadingly.
"It is Naia's will." Your grandmother called your attention again. "You, Y/N, must continue living."
Naia, that mythical goddess again. What did it matter if you were her chosen one for something you couldn't understand?
"Lie. Don't talk about your devil fruit. Don't reveal it to anyone. That way you can survive." Your mother's words squeezed your heart.
"Don't worry about us, we'll be fine." Your aunt said with a smile.
"Destiny will bring the two of you together." Murmured the older woman.
Her kisses on your forehead, the calm sea as the villagers lifted you onto the boat, their hands waving in the distance, your uncontrollable crying.
You didn't know how long you had cried as the small boat sailed on its own course. The sea remained calm around you as it carried you as far away as possible from your native island. An island where government agents searched relentlessly for a young woman who fit the description, interrogating and silently murdering those who refused to cooperate.
At some point, your eyes closed after crying for so long, each tear altering the sea around your island, unknowingly embracing the lifeless bodies of many girls you called your friends, as well as those of adults and elderly women. Among them, your family.
All protecting a goddess who would help a new dawn arrive.
Usopp prepared his bait, ready to catch something. They hadn't put anything in the aquarium for days. Luffy had put another shark in, and it had eaten all the fish, leaving them without provisions, without meat. Their captain was more unbearable than ever, and he had only gone a day and a half without eating meat.
He cast his line, humming his song as he tapped his feet. The sun burned his skin, and the sea seemed particularly calm that day. Would he catch anything if no fish came near the worms he had stolen from Robin's garden?
Zoro left his weight on the ground, opening the window of the crow's nest.
"Oi, there's something shining in the water." He announced.
Usopp raised his fishing rod, looking for his binoculars. Nami and Robin put down their magazines and books and stood up.
"Something shiny? Treasure?" Nami asked, smiling.
"I want to see!" Luffy shouted, opening the kitchen door. His rubber arms stretched out to the deck railing, throwing himself towards it to get there faster.
Robin smiled as she watched him jump up and down excitedly. Soon the others arrived, crowding around the railing. Chopper was lifted up by Zoro, who sat him on his shoulder so he could see better. Sanji stood next to them, smoking.
"We have to catch it!" Said Luffy.
"Oi, Luffy, wait." Usopp murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "First we need to see what it is from a distance."
"We can always throw it back into the sea." Added Robin.
"You're so scary!" Shouted Usopp.
"Luffy, bring that shiny thing over here." Ordered Nami to the rubber boy, looking excitedly at the glint in the distance.
The captain's arms stretched out as far as they could, pulling the small boat towards the Sunny Go at a speed that the sea offered no resistance to. Refusing to protect her from him.
"I see barrels!" Chopper shouted.
"Super!" Franky celebrated.
"Will they have food? I hope it's in good condition." Said Sanji.
"I hope it's treasure..." Nami said dreamily, clasping her hands together with a huge smile.
"I hope it doesn't kill us." Usopp lamented, thinking it was a trap.
"We can always throw it back into the sea." Robin repeated.
Luffy blinked, tilting his head to one side. Inside the boat was a girl, sleeping as if she weren't in the Grand Line. He pressed his lips together when he noticed the trail of tears on her cheeks. Her eyelashes were still wet, as if she had never stopped crying, even in her dreams.
"Chopper, we have to help her."
The seriousness in his tone alerted the crew. They looked closely, the sun no longer dazzling their eyes, revealing the figure trembling as she hugged a bag.
"We have to get her on board!" The crew's doctor ran to Franky after Zoro brought him down.
They all worked together without asking any questions yet.
There was a girl in their infirmary. A girl who had suddenly appeared amid those treacherous waters, sleeping as if she didn't care about the danger of her actions. A girl who was burning with fever while the little reindeer placed damp cloths on her forehead.
Sanji made tea for everyone while they waited for news from the doctor, curious about her identity.
"I checked her belongings. There was nothing with her name on it. Just clothes and food." Robin commented.
Nami tucked a strand of her short hair behind her ear and sighed.
"All we can do is wait for her to wake up."
"How did she survive?" Murmured Zoro, leaning against the kitchen wall with his arms crossed.
"It's a mystery. Falling asleep in Grand Line with all the pirates around who could have killed her..." Robin shook her head.
"Lucky we found her." Nami acknowledged.
Sanji was holding back, but the soft smile on his face and the multiple turns he made while serving tea told everyone how happy he was with the presence of another woman in the crew. The swordsman insulted him under his breath, earning himself a kick, and then starting a fight.
Everyone ignored them, accustomed to their behaviour. As the hours passed, uncertainty grew among those present. They continued with their activities while you were being treated. All that remained was to wait for you to wake up and tell them about yourself.
You opened your eyes slightly, looking around in confusion. It wasn't your boat. There was no captivating sky above you. There were no waves rocking your body to calm your crying.
You sat up a little on the examination table, leaning on one elbow. The two lamps that illuminated the area provided good lighting. On your left were two small shelves with bottles, their labels showing you the names of their contents. Medicines. Looking to your right, a single desk stood with more medical instruments. Laboratory tubes with different coloured caps, a stone mortar, many books and posters with drawings, from lungs to bones.
But what caught your attention most was the creature sitting in the chair. It looked like a stuffed animal. You had never seen anything like it on your home island.
"Oh! You're awake!" A shrill voice startled you.
Did that stuffed animal talk?
"What are you?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. "Can you talk? Where am I?"
"I'm the doctor for this crew." He climbed onto a stool next to you to examine you.
You seemed to be feeling better. Sanji could prepare something to boost your strength.
"A pirate crew?" You whispered fearfully.
The worst-case scenario was being captured by pirates. You mentally berated yourself for not being more careful. For falling asleep. For not begging harder to stay at home.
"Wait here." Said the little one, adjusting his tiny doctorâs coat as he left what looked like the infirmary.
You found him cute, but you werenât going to admit it. You had to escape, not succumb to this creature. You found your sandals next to the examination table and put them on. You climbed down, making as little noise as possible, and opened the door again. You found yourself on the deck, its grass making you gasp, but you covered your mouth so as not to be discovered.
You had to survive. You had to hide. That's what your grandmother would have wanted. Your mother. Your aunt. They had all given you the chance to live. You just hoped they were all right.
You ran towards the deck in search of your boat, but growled when you didn't see it.
"Wait! Don't jump!" A female voice shouted behind you.
You turned around fearfully. A beautiful woman with short orange hair was approaching you slowly, careful not to scare you any more.
"I'm Nami. The navigator of this crew." She introduced herself with a sweet smile.
"Am I on a pirate ship?"
"We're not like other pirates." The woman assured you.
"We're good!" Shouted the doctor behind her. "And you shouldn't be out of bed. You could get sick again."
"My angel, allow this cook to be your slave and treat you like the princess you are." Said a man crouching in front of you with a bowl of soup. It smelled good. Did he say slave?
You blinked in confusion.
"Why don't you become my slave and, as your first order, jump off the ship?" Said a man with green hair and two katanas at his waist.
The blond's eyebrow twitched and he turned towards the swordsman, kicking him.
"You're going to scare her." Said a melodious voice. A woman with black hair and bangs looked at you with a sweet gaze.
"You're not going to kill us, are you?" Asked a man with a long nose hiding behind the black-haired girl.
"I thought you were going to kill me."
"Usopp is afraid of cockroaches. You could kill him with that before he tries anything." Teased the orange-haired girl.
"Oi, Nami, why are you telling her that!?"
You watched them interact for a few minutes. They were... funny. Like a little family. They didn't look like the pirates you read about in your books or in the newspaper. The dreaded Rocks D. Xebec, the mighty Whitebeard, the youngest yonko Shanks. They were all intimidating, with powerful crews, but these pirates were strange.
You smiled softly, unaware of the gaze of a certain rubber boy sitting on the lion's head.
His eyes, curious about the girl in front of him, tried to find something he had seen before. Some trace of those tears that soaked your cheeks, as if the pain you carried was greater than you wanted to show. What you hid inside you would one day explode, but until then, until you let him see it, he only wanted one thing from you.
"Join my crew!" He shouted from above. "That way you won't have to go on that little boat."
You looked up, and the air around you seemed unreachable, forbidding you to have it as you lost yourself in that smile, so bright as it melted into the setting sun.
It wasn't like you to trust so quickly. It wasn't like you to wander around with your eyes closed, without trying to figure out other people's intentions. But nothing in his gaze, in their gazes, showed you any hostility or malice. That young man who stood above everyone else as their captain had a calming aura. As if everyone would be fine by his side. As if even the greatest dangers could not disturb them with him by their side.
You knew you could have refused that day. Sailed alone until you found another island. But wherever you went, you would carry the danger with you.
And along with them, you discovered that the danger was represented by their captain.
On your first day after agreeing to join, everyone introduced themselves to you. The doctor was called Chopper, a cute blue-nosed reindeer who loved telling you medical facts, eating cotton candy, and hated the heat. He knew a lot about medicinal herbs and had an incredible dream.
The beautiful black-haired woman was Nico Robin, wanted by the World Government for being the only survivor of Ohara. She was an archaeologist and her knowledge of everything dazzled you. They told you that they had defied the World Government to save her life, and your heart beat faster.
If they knew that CP0 was after you, would they fight for you? Could you be that important to them?
The navigator, Nami, had been part of the crew from the beginning. She liked to buy pretty clothes and treasures. But what fascinated you most was her knowledge of the weather, her ability to anticipate the sea. You didn't need to announce the whispers of those waters if she could interpret them.
The long-nosed guy, Usopp, served as a sniper. His weapon confused you, forcing you to shut your mouth when you saw him use it. He never missed a single shot, always hitting the target. Nami and Robin would bet, and the short-haired girl always won because she trusted him.
The green-haired man was Roronoa Zoro, who had earned a reputation as a pirate hunter. He was serious and slept a lot, but when he laughed, he laughed heartily. He also had a strange obsession with annoying the blond man. The cook with the weird phrases and compliments, Sanji. His meals were a delicacy, and he had taken the time to ask you what your favourite was so he could make it and make you smile.
The man who only wore swimming trunks was the ship's carpenter, Franky. He had built the Sunny Go, and you considered it a work of art. You complimented the aquarium, and the area would possibly become your favourite.
And the captain, Monkey D. Luffy. That boy with his silly rubber devil fruit that made you smile. He was cheerful, playful, and funny. If everyone was here, he must be someone trustworthy.
Everything about him caught your attention.
As the days passed, you allowed yourself to feel comfortable around them. Perhaps this wasn't what your grandmother would have preferred, but if these people were enemies of the world government, then there was no safer place for you and your true identity.
No one could find a faceless girl with forbidden abilities, let alone imagine that she was now a pirate.
You told them what you could about yourself. Saying your name or talking about where you were born was not a challenge. These people did not judge you or pry into your past, not if it did not directly affect them. You discovered that they tolerated being mocked, but they did not tolerate anyone talking to or touching their friends. It was a silent respect for one another, a fondness that went beyond understanding. They were friends, they were where they needed to be. Where they belonged.
And just as everyone had their role in the crew, you couldn't really find yours.
They didn't force you to learn how to fight like an expert, but they wanted to teach you the basics so you could defend yourself.
You couldn't reveal the truth about your devil fruit. You had only mentioned that you had one, but you didn't know its powers. You had never used it to attack, as you had never been forced or needed to do so. You had never seen what it limited you to and what it promised you. With the "Hito Hito no Mi, model: Naia", you could only hear fish and sea creatures. And there was something else. Something you had discovered that embraced you in your darkest moments.
The addition of Brook âa skeleton who played various instruments and sang, which almost gave you a heart attack when you saw himâ helped a lot to maintain a façade. His devil fruit had worked after he died. Everyone assumed that yours would awaken when the time was right.
Living day to day, joke after joke, disaster after disaster, was relaxing you.
You played with water pistols with everyone, shared clothes with Nami and Robin (and at night you spoiled each other with face masks and massages), you laughed at Sanji and Zoro's fights, rejected the cook's attempts to take you on a date, played guessing games about what was inside Chopper's laboratory tubes to make him smile, gave Brook ideas for songs while you drank tea together, joined in Franky and Usopp's shooting competitions, betting on who would hit the target. Always trusting the sniper, winning berries that you shared with Nami.
Luffy taught you your little training sessions to learn how to defend yourself. More than once he found you staring at him blankly, thinking you didn't understand how to throw a good punch, when in reality you were just mesmerised. Enchanted by his joy. By his smile. By his disposition. By his beauty.
"You have to bring one arm back and then push with the other! Like this!" He said, frowning in concentration.
Nami and Robin watched them, both leaning against the railing on the upper floor, outside the room the three of you shared.
"Luffy always gets like this when he decides to take on a pupil..." Sighed the navigator. "Luffy, Y/N isn't a kung fu dugong!"
The rubber boy looked at you.
"You're not going to make it?" He lamented, lowering his arms. "Zoro! Lend her one of your katanas!"
"No way." Muttered the swordsman without opening his eyes, trying to sleep.
Preparing your mind and body to improve your defence, those weak blows you used to deliver, was something you never imagined you would have to do when you lived in your village. Keeping up with your captain and the crew's cook was torture. Kicks to the head, hips, legs. Punches to the chin, stomach, nose. They were trying to teach you something you could use in a complex situation, if you didn't have time to hide. Which seemed silly to you.
Luffy's dream was to become the pirate king.
A noble dream. A dream for the brave.
He talked to you about freedom, about how the freest man in the world would be the one who became the pirate king, and you listened to him. He would sit next to you after training, when Sanji left them alone to prepare a snack at sunset. The rubber boy talked about everything and nothing. The words flowed from him as if from an inexhaustible source.
In a short time, you got to know his older brother, Ace, who, impressively, was the commander of Whitebeard's second division. A certain Dadan who raised them both alongside some mountain bandits. A young woman named Makino who always brought them clothes and taught them manners. His grandfather Garp, who served as a vice admiral in the marine and always wanted to force him to join. The yonko Shanks, who was the original owner of his straw hat, with whom he had a mission to return it when he surpassed him. And his brother Sabo, who died as a child and whom he missed madly.
Luffy talked and talked, filling your silences, smiling at you when you said something. Patiently waiting for you to talk about yourself. Eagerly waiting for you to open up. For your freedom by his side. Because that was what he wanted most for his friends. For them to be free.
But what chance of freedom could he give them if he was suffering so much?
His reality hit him like cold water. He was there, and yet he wasn't.
His world was falling apart.
He had lost them all in Sabaody. He believed he was strong, he believed he could overcome anything with enough courage, with enough confidence. If he had them by his side, he could overcome anything that came his way. He would fight for his dream, for the dreams of his friends, for the dreams of the people he met along the way.
He would do everything possible to put a smile on their faces.
So why were they determined to take his smile away? Why did they make them disappear before his eyes? Why did they let him smile broadly when he saved his brother, only to force him to hold him in his arms as he whispered his last words? Why did they have to kill Ace? Why?
Luffy was devastated. Those who were present when he awoke heard his cries of agony in the jungle. His pleas for Ace. His questions about his whereabouts.
He banged his body against the trees. His head against the rocks. He cried uncontrollably, asking, begging, pleading. A soft "thank you for loving me" repeated over and over in his mind, breaking him as he hugged himself.
It was Jinbe who pulled him out of the constant spiral his thoughts were caught up in. The doubts that gnawed at him were stagnating. Luffy wanted to be strong. He wanted to be strong enough not to lose anyone else. He wanted to be strong enough to carry his brother's will with him so that one day he could look up at the sky and smile at him, showing him that he had succeeded. He had become the king of pirates.
The news of Whitebeard's and his commander's deaths spread around the world. It received positive reactions from those who feared them and had been harmed by them. Fear spread throughout the territories that had been protected by this powerful crew. But those who suffered the most were the small family who had raised and watched these brothers grow up in Foosha.
Holding the newspaper in your hands, you read and reread the news. Just like everyone else in the crew, you wanted to be by his side. You could feel where he was. The sea whispered it to you, and you were impulsive. You never measured your actions. You never said enough to yourself. So you stole a small boat on that desolate island where you had ended up after their separation in Sabaody.
You let the sea guide you without a log pose, leading you to your captain. After a few days, you ignored the new newspaper announcing that Luffy had returned to the scene of the tragedy. Two years. You would all be reunited in two years. But you couldn't not go to his side.
You wanted to give him something to hold on to. Something that would give him calm and strength while everyone waited for their reunion.
The sea beasts cleared your path and escorted you somewhere. It took you three days to reach a jungle island. You got off your boat, nervously smoothing your white shirt. You trusted the sea. It wouldn't be wrong. But if Luffy was in this place, how would you get to him without being killed by one of those beasts growling in the distance? Sanji had taught you a few kicks, and your captain a few punches, but you were still weak.
This island was covered in vegetation. The trees stood proudly, as tall as if they were competing with each other to be the first to reach the sunlight. The plants with strange leaves were striking, to the point that something in your mind told you not to touch them. And in the distance, threatening to erupt, you could see three volcanoes.
You entered the jungle, startled by the sound of quick, heavy footsteps running towards you. You looked to your side and your scream echoed through the trees.
A larger-than-normal tiger was approaching you, baring fangs as long as your arm. You froze in fear, falling to the grass as you closed your eyes when it lunged to bite.
"Young lady? I don't know how you got here, but this is no place for beautiful girls."
You opened your eyes when death did not come, and instead there was an elderly man adjusting his glasses in front of you, smiling sideways. The tiger lay between you both, unconscious.
"Old man Rayleigh! Where are you?"
The speed with which you stood up impressed the man in front of you, whose name was Rayleigh. Rayleigh? You looked at him again. He closed his eyes, a gentle smile on his face, crossing his arms. You had read about him. You had read everything about the pirate king and his crew.
"Huh? Y/N?" You looked behind the dark king and there he was. Your captain, completely bandaged, looking at you in surprise. "Y/N!"
His movements were, all in all, normal. He didn't use his powers as he ran towards you and wrapped you in his arms. He seemed to be careful with his body, and he certainly needed to be.
"What are you doing here? How did you get here? How are the others? We were supposed to meet in two years!" His excited voice as he pulled your body close to his using what little strength he had devastated you.
You hugged him back, careful not to disturb any areas where the injury was more severe. You felt a slight tremor in his body as he asked a thousand questions, not giving you time to answer.
Rayleigh watched the two of you thoughtfully, Jinbe joining him at his side, having felt a sudden calling.
"I came by boat." You whispered.
"The little boat? That's dangerous." Said Luffy.
"Young lady, you crossed the Calm Belt and overcame all those sea beasts in a simple boat? You must be very strong." Rayleigh inquired.
"It's not that." Jinbe wanted to say, but the words reached no one but you in your mind.
Your eyes quickly found him, and he smiled at you.
"Oi, Y/N, Y/N, are you going to stay?" Luffy asked with a huge smile, capturing your full attention.
"No. I'd be interrupting whatever is going on here."
"You need to train, you're still weak." He teased.
"I'm not!" You complained.
But you were. The right-hand man of the Pirate King and the first son of the sea smiled amusedly. One, knowing the whole story. And the other, having grown up with a legend.
The sun and the sea belonged to each other. And the sun and the sea were unknowingly facing each other.
"If you don't mind, I have a proposal for you, miss Y/N." Said the gyojin.
Luffy and you stopped arguing and looked at him.
"I would like to train you in gyojin karate."
"Gyojin karate? I'm bad with my fists." You muttered, embarrassed.
"That would be great, Jinbe!" Said Luffy, picking his nose. "But doesn't it only work with gyojin? Will she turn into a mermaid?"
"She'll make it work better than anyone else." Said Rayleigh, walking towards a campfire. "I'll give you a month to talk and for Luffy to recover. Then you'll leave with Jinbe. Is that alright with both of you?"
Luffy nodded, dragging you by the hand towards the campfire.
In a month, he and you grew closer. You discovered all kinds of beetles, a hobby of his that you loved. You made them fight, betting on which one would win, groaning in frustration when you lost. You could never beat him when he had the advantage of knowledge over you.
You fought over the food Rayleigh hunted, receiving teasing from the adult who quickly grew fond of you. In his eyes, you were a sweet girl who needed to bring out that hidden strength. Jinbe only scolded Luffy when he bit your hand before you could take some meat.
It caught your attention how in the mornings your captain was a cheerful boy, giving a huge smile to anyone, but at night he would break down. You slept separately. Rayleigh used to cover him with his cape, and Jinbe covered you with his. But when no one was looking, when they went to the island's shore to talk in private, Luffy would move.
He sought refuge in your arms. He didn't ask for permission. He didn't ask questions. He didn't speak. All you felt were his bandaged arms wrapped around your waist and his face against your chest. If tears wet your shirt and silent sobs shook his body, you said nothing. You stroked his hair silently until he fell asleep, and only after making sure he was, did you sleep yourself.
It was the morning after a nightmare woke him up that you made your decision.
You had done this three or four times in your life. You weren't sure you could do it, but that was the only reason you had visited Rusukaina.
On the shore, you took off your sandals and put your feet in the water. The weakness of seawater, which must bother all users of the devil's fruit, never bothered you. When they said it was an anomaly, this was why.
You stretched your hand out over the water and it rose just ten centimetres. You clenched it into a fist and opened it again. Fifteen centimetres. You closed it again and the water fell, splashing as it formed a puddle. A puddle in the sea. The water was mirrored, confirming your success.
"How can you be there if you ate a devil fruit?"
You looked up, frightened.
Luffy looked at you confused, his head tilted to one side and his lips pursed.
"You didn't eat one then?"
"Luffy..."
"I saw you lift the water."
"It must have been your imagination." You said, smiling nervously.
"No. Earlier on the Sunny Go, I saw you attract the fish. I thought it was Camie, but Camie doesn't eat her friends."
You remained silent.
"It must be great to be able to swim with a devil fruit!" He laughed as he approached you. "What were you doing with the water? Something like fium and splash!"
You scratched the back of your neck while the bandaged boy moved his hands in exaggerated movements. That was just how he was. And you were becoming more attached to him than usual. The way he explained things with the sounds they made made you smile.
"If I tell you, it will be a secret between us."
"Are you going to show me your treasure?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Something like that."
You took his hand, pulling him close to you. You both looked out at the puddle in the sea, so much like a mirror.
With the end of the month and the promise to meet again in two years, you parted ways. The truth about your devil fruit was kept by your captain, who smiled happily at learning more about you. Happy at how little by little you were opening up to them. To him.
He begged you for different tricks with water, bursting into laughter when the sea water weakened him. He understood why Jinbe had to be the one to train you, eager to know how strong you would be in two years. He was saddened when, at night, he no longer had your warmth by his side and your caresses on his hair to soothe his pain and trauma.
But he took refuge in your gift.
That puddle you had created in the sea was trapped in a seashell. You had taught him how to take the enchanted water out and put it back in, with no limit on its use.
He believed it was the best thing in the world after his hat, his brothers, and his crew.
His lonely nights were filled with laughter by the sea. Laughter that had previously only existed in his memories, but which he could now hear and see. The puddle formed mirages, reflecting his memories.
He saw Ace. He saw Sabo. He saw the three of them running through Mount Colubo. Hunting, playing, fighting. He cried at everything he witnessed. Just hearing his brothers being happy, Sabo counting the points in their training sessions, Ace teasing him for being weak, his taunts at seeing his older brother embarrassed when receiving compliments from Makino. It all made his heart ache.
The two years passed more quickly than the crew had expected. The strength they had all gained, their new skills and their new appearances were something to be appreciated.
Your training with Jinbe on a remote island in order to hide your identity had been laborious. You were good at gyojin karate. Your devil fruit responded to you with ease now. You could defend yourself and attack without relying on others, but the adult had told you that you still had a long way to go. The Hito Hito no Mi would not stop there. You still had to awaken it. You still had to learn more with it, without limiting yourself. You could do anything you could imagine with enough determination.
You smiled amusedly when you saw Nami sitting at the bar, drinking alone. You approached her from behind, hugging her and whispering in her ear.
"Are you free tonight?"
The woman, now with long hair, shuddered when she recognised the voice and turned around with a smile.
"Y/N!" Her arms wrapped around you in a big hug. "It's been so long! You look amazing!"
"You look beautiful, Nami." You said, sitting down next to her with a smile.
"Ladies, would you like me to buy you a drink?"
You both turned towards the voice with disinterest, your expressions instantly changing when you recognised it. Usopp was smiling, looking more confident than ever. Nami and you rushed to hug him, starting to talk about everything the three of you had done in those two years. You talked a little about your training, saying that you were now good at karate, proud of your attacks.
As the minutes passed, you met up with the others again.
The Sunny Go was still in the same place you left it, without a single scratch. Seeing most of the crew filled your heart with joy. Those people who had welcomed you with open arms two years ago were finally in front of you again.
Franky whistled and complimented the beautiful women in front of him. His appearance had changed a lot since the past, but he was approached by Usopp, who looked at him excitedly and asked all sorts of questions. Chopper, wearing a new hat and looking cuter than ever, jumped around and hugged Robin excitedly. He had missed everyone dearly. Robin, more beautiful than ever with her long hair, talked about her days with the Revolutionary Army.
Everyone looked healthy, but above all, they looked happy. Happy to be back where they belonged.
But someone was missing.
And just thinking about seeing him again made your heart race wildly inside your chest, wanting to escape.
"I can't wait to see how much Luffy has changed since last time!" Usopp exclaimed with a smile from ear to ear. "I'm so excited to see him!"
"Me too." Said Robin.
You nodded silently, smiling fondly. When the assumption was made that he might have gotten himself into trouble, Chopper offered to go find the three remaining members. The moment the little one left, an irreplaceable presence fell from above.
Brook had left behind his life as a world-renowned musician to return to his beloved friends. They all welcomed him with smiles.
"And I thought you couldn't get any more beautifulâŠ" Commented the skeleton, looking at the three women. "Well⊠Two years have passed."
He sat down on a barrel and a few strings of his guitar resonated in the air.
"Would you all be so kind and show me your panties?"
"No way!"
Nami kicked him away, while Robin and you laughed.
"Oi! Guys!"
You looked up just as his voice reached your ears. Your big smile matched those of the others, but the sparkle in your eyes hid the longing in your heart, those feelings that had blossomed when you spent a month together, completely alone, sleeping in each other's arms every night. Those feelings you tried to fight, repeating in your mind like a mantra that they would pass if you didn't see him, breaking down when you dreamed of his smile or when you thought of his reaction to seeing you again.
You stayed behind the others with a sudden blush on your cheeks.
You had never seen him without his multiple bandages. And now there he was, stepping onto the deck of the Sunny Go while greeting everyone, wearing an open red shirt that revealed that huge scar.
Luffy had gained muscle. He looked stronger. More confident. And yet, you could see that he was the same as always, that his strength and confidence were centred on the people around him.
The rubber boy looked for you, smiling when he saw you.
Neither of you spoke, at least not out loud, pretending that nothing had happened between you.
The journey to Fishman Island had been quite an adventure. Seeing the underwater world left you speechless. Holding onto the railing, you admired the different schools of fish that surrounded the ship from time to time, circling twice before swimming away. You wanted to reach out and feel them against your skin, but that would have exposed you. The sea water did not weaken you, and the crew knew you had an âunusedâ devil fruit.
"I think they're greeting you." You looked to your side, to that warm presence.
Luffy was looking at a school of pink fish that had come up to your face to look at you from the other side of the bubble.
"Yes?" You said, amused.
"We could eat them."
"Don't even think about it." You scolded him.
"But you're not a mermaid!"
"But they talk to me. They're friends."
"Friends aren't for eating." He muttered, pressing his lips together.
You giggled admiringly at the little pout he made as his stomach growled. That soft sound from you disturbed the sea animals around the Sunny Go, who were happily swirling around.
"Are there always so many fish? How cool!" Said Usopp, standing next to you.
You snuggled up to Luffy a little, pretending not to know anything. Luffy moved his mouth into a pout to one side, also pretending not to know.
"You're bad at lying." You whispered.
"I'm not." He whispered back.
You laughed, leaving him with Usopp.
Fishman Island was a dreamlike place. Your devil fruit seemed comfortable there, and the mermaids and gyojin looked at you excitedly.
The powerful goddess of the sea, Naia, stood before them.
The legend told for generations spoke of how she was always accompanied by a man. A clingy man who never left her side. A playful man who always made her laugh. A selfish man who never refrained from looking at her with love and wanting her for himself.
That man was the sun god.
They said that when they separated, the goddess cried so much that her tears disturbed the sea. The catastrophe caused by the forced breakup of their love made her sleep for centuries. And at some point, when the sun rose again, she would wake up.
Mothers and children never stopped talking about how they, the inhabitants of Fishman Island, would be the first to recognise her. After all, Naia was a kind of mother to that race.
Everyone wondered who the man accompanying you would be.
Nami and Robin watched amused as the little mermen, mermaids, and gyojin children clung to you shamelessly, asking you to play with them. You had no idea how to refuse. Throughout the banquet, you were here and there, performing water tricks hidden from your crew, entertaining the little ones who were excited by the slightest thing you did.
Jinbe, happy to see your progress and how you were doing in the water, smiled as he drank his sake.
Everyone was having a good time. Everyone except for a rubber boy who occasionally remembered that you weren't by his side and, capriciously, pouted. He calmed down again when they gave him meat, enjoying the party.
You sat down next to him, exhausted. You didn't know what other tricks to do for those children. You took a sip of sake, on the verge of spitting it out when another gyojin child came up in front of you.
"Oi, kids, she's mine for now." Said Luffy, frowning and taking a bite of meat.
You blushed, trying to drink the sake faster. Robin raised an eyebrow at his words, giving the orange-haired woman beside her an inquiring look. They both knew how possessive the rubber boy could be. His hat and his friends were equally important to him. But that phrase⊠That tone was different.
The impact his words could have on one's life or day was foreign to Luffy. Noticing that what he unconsciously said brought a revolution was not something he cared about.
He continued as if nothing had happened.
And so, his normal behaviour over the following days came as no surprise to anyone. The navigator and the archaeologist watched you both closely, knowing that there was something else going on between you.
Even though your captain sat next to you at breakfast, fighting with you over the portions you hadn't eaten yet (something he would do with anyone), there was something strange about it. The natural way you would slap his hand and growl at him. The way he would bite your hand hard, making you cry out. They did not remember the two of you being so close before Sabaody, two years ago.
You had not had time to develop such a friendship.
And it did not seem like a simple friendship.
One night, when you hadn't yet come to your room to sleep with them, they talked.
"Seriously, if those two are a couple and they didn't tell us..." Whispered Nami.
"I don't think they are. In fact, I think that's where they're headed." Robin refuted.
"If Luffy feels something for her, he won't notice." Growled the navigator, burying her face in her pillow.
The black-haired woman smiled as she sat on her own bed.
"We just have to give them time." She murmured.
"We have to keep an eye on them."
"Without interfering." Robin concluded.
Island after island you visited in the future, day after day that passed, both women decided to give you privacy, paying attention only during dinners. As if reviewing the day, looking for some sign of progress.
It was amid the heat of the flames and the volcanoes about to erupt in Punk Hazard that Robin noticed the first detail: Luffy talked to you like he didn't talk to anyone else.
The heat was unbearable, you could barely stand that kind of hell, ignoring that your captain now looked like a centaur and shouted excitedly that he liked having four legs. If you looked closer, you noticed that the ones at the back, which had just been attached, were barely working. They flew through the air because Luffy's legs did all the work.
You wiped the sweat from your forehead for the fourth time when the smiling boy approached you. He leaned over to you, whispering in your ear.
"Why don't you make something like a sphere of water and hydrate yourself?"
"I can't. There's no source of water nearby." You whispered.
"Your sweat."
You parted your lips, not believing what he had said. Use your sweat? And why was he looking at you like that? With his brow slightly furrowed, as if he had said the most serious, intelligent and obvious thing in the world. You smiled amusedly, patting his shoulder.
Robin noticed it again when all of you arrived on the other side of the lake, where the island became wintry. The small group was shivering from the cold, freezing after falling into the water. The archaeologist sighed as she felt her body warm up, turning to check that everyone was okay, raising her eyebrows briefly in surprise.
Her captain was wrapping a coat around your body, as if it were a practised movement. Neither of you knew that Luffy had actually watched others do this and wanted to try it himself.
Because that's what people who loved someone else did, right? Give them a coat so they would never be cold. Rayleigh had done it for him when they trained together. Hancock had lent him hers to get to Sabaody.
In his mind, if you cared about someone, you should give them a coat.
Although he knew very well why he only wanted to give it to you.
During the banquet, when you walked away to comfort Chopper, who was frightened by Trafalgar Law, the two women sat down to exchange information. Nami hadn't seen anything unusual, so she was surprised to hear about her captain's actions towards you.
The navigator became frustrated when she couldn't stay in Dressrosa, feeling like she was missing out on everything. Robin promised to keep her informed when they met again.
And so she did.
You had signed up with him for the coliseum tournament, wearing one of the many gladiator outfits. Luckily, you had been placed in a different block from Luffy, saving you from a difficult fate. It wasn't time for your competition yet when Zoro came looking for the two of you.
The urgency with which you began searching for the exit made you anxious. Outside, it would soon be chaos, but the thought of Luffy abandoning one of the few physical reminders he had of his brother made your heart ache. You wished you could get it for him, but he had forbidden you to do so. If he left, you would go with him.
You stopped in your tracks for a few seconds when you realised there was nowhere to escape. Encountering Bartolomeo and Bellamy only confirmed your suspicions. It was all a trap and you were trapped in the coliseum, only he knew the way out.
"Luffy senpai, what will happen to the Mera Mera no Mi?" Asked the green-haired man, staring at the wall.
"The lives of my comrades are more important."
You bit your lower lip. A physical reminder of Ace that he couldn't have. A physical reminder that would give him a glimpse of his time in the world, something that would show him that he was there. You could stay in the coliseum without any problems. Win it, take it away in its chest, keep it safe, and run away with it until you could give it to Luffy...
Luffy tugged on your little finger without looking at you to pull you out of your thoughts. Bartolomeo talked non-stop, still facing the wall, about how he had always planned to win it for him. Because he admired him. He admired the whole crew and would do anything for any of you, but especially for the young man next to you.
You turned to look back when approaching footsteps interrupted you. You frowned at the man. He was dressed like a noble would be. And he wore a custom hat.
"I won't let you keep the Mera Mera no Mi, Straw Hat Luffy."
"What are you talking about, idiot?" Bartolomeo growled, walking towards him. "I don't know who you think you are, but to you he is Luffy senpai. Respect him!"
The green-haired man continued talking, trying to intimidate him, but that man was not fazed. He was calm, not taking his eyes off the boy you loved. You began to frown.
"I've known all that for a long time." Said the man, pushing Bartolomeo away.
You stood in front of Luffy, trying to protect him when he started to approach. Your right hand took a familiar gyojin karate stance, and something in the blond's gaze seemed to sparkle in recognition. The rubber boy stood in front of you again, hating that you were protecting him.
But what happened next was something neither of you were prepared for. You stepped aside, your lower lip trembling, unable to interrupt them.
You could only watch your rubber boy crying as he hugged him. His sobs were loud, letting out more than he had allowed himself to do at your side. He apologised. He repeated to the blond that everything was fine and that he shouldn't apologise. The older one thanked him for staying alive.
And you were broken, thanking whoever for this joy in his life.
Living two years of his life believing that he had lost his two older brothers must have been the greatest torture.
In Zou, despite the situation they had to face in Big Mom's territory, Nami and Robin made a space for themselves.
"So, his brother is the second in command of the Revolutionary Army?" The navigator whispered.
Robin nodded. She had kept that secret for two years.
"Sabo noticed something too."
"What?"
"I don't know what happened between the three of them, but when Luffy and Y/N were sleeping after the battle..."
"Separately?" Whispered Nami.
"Yes and no. Luffy was in bed and Y/N was holding his hand, sitting on the floor."
The navigator nodded thoughtfully, waiting for her to continue.
"Sabo said he liked his little brother's girlfriend."
Nami's eyes widened in surprise.
As if Zoro and Franky hadn't heard the revolutionary's conversation too. Now you had two more pairs of eyes watching you from afar.
As night fell, you yawned relaxed in bed. You couldn't be at peace for long. Your stomach churned at the thought of Luffy going to the territory of a yonko without you. It calmed you to think that the friends he was going with were good and trustworthy. Bringing Sanji back was essential.
You couldn't imagine your days without him in the kitchen, occupying every corner and filling the room with his twists and compliments.
The blanket was lifted carefully and arms wrapped around your waist.
"Luffy?" You whispered.
"Mhm."
Your heart skipped a beat. Should you put one hand on his hair and the other on his back like you used to? Should you tell him to go back to his room? To his bed? And not feel his warmth. Not feel his heartbeat. Not comfort him in silence. Since you saw each other again, you hadn't slept together.
"Y/N?" He whispered, resting his chin on your chest. "You must stroke my hair."
His demanding tone, trapped in a pout, made you giggle. He relaxed under your touch. He hadnât wanted to bother you when you saw each other again, but he had missed this. Your fingers in his hair, the gentle circles traced on his back, waking up without you leaving him.
You had stolen his heart in a month, and he wasn't doing anything about it.
"Sorry." He murmured, his cheek resting on your chest. His tone didn't seem to regret whatever he was regretting in the slightest.
"Why are you apologising?"
"I gave Sabo your gift. The seashell." He whispered without looking at you. "I thought he would need it more than I did."
You smiled, resisting the urge to kiss his forehead.
"Itâs okay. I can make you another one if you want."
Luffy didn't say what he was thinking. He knew you would make those magical pools for him if he asked, without needing a seashell. Next time, he wanted to show you everything he had to show.
But that would have to wait.
Wano was unlike anything you had ever seen before.
The suffering of the people in this village made your blood boil. Poor people had nothing to eat, and their water was contaminated. Seeing them live dehydrated, with sick children and rumbling stomachs, pushed you to your limit.
Hiding your identity would be difficult in this country. They needed you, so you allowed yourself to do something in secret. The gentle touch of your hands began to purify the water of the river of Ebisu, the pollution seeping into your bones. You didn't mention it to anyone, it was an experiment. You wanted to know your limits.
The flowing water was clean, perfect for the children, elderly and adults in the area. It was the little you could do while enduring the pollution. You had to find a way to expel it from within you without causing havoc. Throwing it away and contaminating plants, the land for future crops or the sea itself disgusted you.
But maybe, enduring it was your mistake.
Perhaps if you had gone against your principles and stopped trusting Luffy's words, those that promised to save this country, you would not be suffering now. But it was impossible for you not to do so. It was impossible for you not to trust him. You knew he would succeed, because he never lied. He worked hard for what he set out to do.
He was like sunshine in the lives of those who knew him.
You tolerated the contamination in your bones during the battles in Onigashima, but weeks had passed since you received it and your body began to take its toll at the worst possible moment.
You could only hear Nami and Usopp's screams when you stood in front of them. The three of you had a little girl with you. Otama was Luffy's adoration, and putting her in danger was something you would never forgive yourself for. The powers of your devil fruit did not respond in time to counter the threatening attack of the yonko Big Mom, an attack that was aimed at your friends.
The "heavenly fire" struck your body, its impact propelling it and slamming it against the walls. That homie, Prometheus, pushed your body wall to wall, breaking them one by one as if he were on a mission. As if he wanted to kill someone from the straw hat crew.
You spat out a little blood when the fire became more intense. It was burning your torso and arms. If you moved your fingers slightly, you didn't have the strength to call on the sea water, nor to send Prometheus backwards.
A song reached your ears. You opened your eyes slightly, meeting the gaze of the homie, so threatening and sinister. You smiled slightly, knowing you would be safe.
That soft intonation, almost as if a mother were tucking her beloved child into bed, could not be heard by anyone else present on Onigashima. Naia's song was exclusively for you, only heard on special occasions. The first time you heard it, you consumed her fruit. And this time, everything was a mystery.
"Y/N!"
Was that cry from Usopp or Nami? You couldn't see them. You could only watch Prometheus rage at your smile.
A gasp escaped from within you as the force of his attack tripled. The other homies joined him, Hera and Napoleon, carrying you through the hard rock wall.
A beep stunned your ears.
Your body fell from a height impossible to calculate. The abyss drew you into its darkness, and you could do nothing but embrace it.
The severity of your injuries left you with no strength to scream. To call for help. To call out to anyone.
Luffy, your friends, the people of Wano who trusted you. Was this your end? Was this Naia's will, for which you had been expelled from your native island? Did you really have to die like this?
The water engulfed you as you hit hard, sinking you to the depths.
"Announcement to all of Onigashima!"
Bao Huang's shout echoed in every corner. The fighting didn't stop, but everyone was paying attention. Something had changed.
"A member of the straw hat crew has been defeated!"
Usopp growled, wiping away his tears in despair. He felt useless. He should have taken the attack, not let you cover him. He couldn't do anything because of the fear. He couldn't do anything to stop you from falling. Nami hugged Otama, sobbing hard, apologising to Luffy over and over again even though her captain wasn't in front of them. How could she explain to him that she let the woman he loved be killed right in front of his eyes? Everyone's friend? Another straw hat.
"Y/N has been killed by Big Mom-sama!"
At different points on Onigashima, the crew was moved. Different reactions crossed their faces. Anger, sadness, regret. Some, like Chopper and Brook, shouted through their tears that you couldn't have died. That Bao Huang was lying. Others, like Zoro and Sanji, silently continued to fight. You were just as stubborn as Luffy, whatever had happened to you, you wouldn't stop there. Jinbe stopped dead in his tracks as Robin hugged Chopper, looking for something to hold on to before her thoughts consumed her mind.
Luffy's heart scratched at his chest as he was forced to hold back.
He wanted to run to the edge of the terrace. He wanted to look down. He felt the need for his longing to become one with the sea despite his inability to swim. And he felt you. The soft beating of your heart, how weak your pulse was, and how calm the waves were. Could you drown if you were the sea itself? Could your wounds condemn your soul to an irreversible fate?
He clenched his fists, unflinching. One mistake, one moment of weakness, would end everyone's life.
For some strange reason, the news from Bao Huang did not affect him like it did the others, who were crying incessantly.
Luffy trusted you, even when his observation haki could no longer sense your heartbeat.
You had spent a month together. You had slept together. You had shared and fought over food. You had cared for his mind and his nightmares without him asking. You had listened to his whole story and his dreams, while opening up about yours only to him. You had been one of the reasons he was standing there today, fighting.
He trusted you. He trusted that you would be okay.
If your origin was the sea, then you would return to it. And the sea would do its thing to bring you back.
Because you belonged by his side, in a silent agreement that neither of you would break.
In the depths, hundreds of fish and sea creatures surrounded your lifeless body, giving you space, shy to be near their goddess. Your outstretched arms allowed them to see you. The burns on your torso and neck continued to bleed, despite the water's attempts to soothe them. The pollution tolerated for weeks drained away little by little, oozing from your body until it gathered into a sphere.
"Nika, you've got yours!"
"Oi, Luffy! That's my food!"
The voices, clearly reproachful, echoed among those present under the sea.
"Naia! Come jump!"
"Y/N, let's play something!"
A heartbeat.
"Nika, stop moving, you're annoying."
"Luffy, I can't sleep if you move around so much. Go to your bed."
Another heartbeat.
"Naia is mean."
"Y/N is mean, she wouldn't let me eat her food."
Fire ravaged Onigashima. Everyone began to gather in one place, desperately searching for a solution. The captain of the straw hat pirates continued to fight Kaido, filling the atmosphere with anxiety. No member of the alliance wanted to hear any more bad news.
"Even if Straw Hat-ya wins, we'll all die in the fire." Said the captain of the heart pirates. "We have to find a way to put it out."
Nami took a few steps towards the centre, standing next to Marco as some surfaces began to give way.
The sudden tremor in the floor frightened everyone. Several fell to the floor, breathing heavily amid the flames and two powerful presences fighting on the terrace. The navigator held Otama tightly in front of her.
"An earthquake? How is that possible up here?" She said, confused.
"This isn't normal. Something's happening." Robin drew some minks towards the centre with her powers.
"Is Straw Hat provoking it?" Kid growled.
"No..." Law said. "He's still fighting Kaido."
"I sense another presence-yoi."
"Itâs not Luffy or Kaido? Whatâs going on? Robin!" Chopper hugged the archaeologist, crying.
"Thereâs something in the sea!"
The scream of one of the beast pirates alarmed their opponents, with Law being the first to look into the hole you had made in the wall before dying. His crew had been on the Polar Tang at the moment you fell, but according to their reports, it was impossible to reach your body. A blue sphere surrounded you and the sea beasts threatened to attack them. They could have killed his friends, but something was holding them back. The waves battered his submarine, sending it away every time it approached where you were supposed to be.
One by one, they took clumsy steps to look through the hole, at a considerable distance, afraid of falling. Most of the straw hats did not want to see what was left after your death. The pain in their hearts could not be revealed, and their tears could not be shed. Not until it was all over.
The waves crashed into each other with fury, their directions unnatural. Not even the weather in the New World could explain something like that. Nami left Otama next to a sleeping Zoro, holding onto the wall to get a closer look.
"The water is receding." She whispered. "Everyone, stay in the centre!"
"Oi, oi, Nami, the waves can't reach up here, why are you worried?" Asked Usopp.
"Because of that thing that's taking shape."
The metres receded by the sea rose up in a wave. A wave almost two thousand metres high, immovable. And in its centre, there was a figure. A woman created from water, rivalling a giant in size.
"We won't get out of here alive." Cried Usopp.
"Robin-chan, Nami-swan, I'll protect you."
"Sanji! Me too!" Chopper whimpered.
"She looks like..." Law whispered.
"That's Y/N!" Jinbe shouted.
The entire crew's eyes widened before they began screaming and crying.
"Monster!" Usopp exclaimed upon seeing the figure.
"What is that thing, it's scary!" Nami cried.
"Y/N-chan had that kind of power all along?" Sanji shouted, leaning further out of the hole.
"I'm glad she's alive, yohoho!"
"It's a super miracle!" Franky sobbed.
"What a peculiar shape..." Robin murmured thoughtfully. "Do you know anything about it, Jinbe-san?"
The gyojin smiled broadly.
Naia had returned.
"I would recommend everyone stand in the centre and hold each other. Y/N is going to do something."
You cupped the water in your hands. Just as you had practised for two years, you had no reason to be nervous. Your body felt healthy and light as you became the sea itself. The burns would still be there once you broke this form, but now it was enough. Jinbe had trained you relentlessly so that you could achieve his hikishio ipponzeoi.
You prepared your attack and, without hesitation, half the sea was thrown towards Onigashima.
The flood was unprecedented.
The fire was completely extinguished. The devil fruit users weakened. The few gyojin who were there saved everyone from being swept away by the waves. Nami carried Otama, Usopp saved Robin, Sanji held Zoro, Franky grabbed Brook, and Jinbe put Chopper on his shoulder. Everyone in the crew smiled as they looked out to sea, where your figure stood in all its grandeur and splendour. To say they were surprised would be an understatement. They had so much to ask you. Two wanted to apologise for everything you had been through. A certain swordsman would seek you out to train when he woke up and heard the news. The archaeologist wanted to know everything about your devil fruit and its rarity.
You were something that transcended the unnatural.
"Shishishi!"
You looked up at the island's roof. Luffy, in a strange white form, floated in the air, reclining with his arms behind his head. His beautiful pink eyes looked at you fondly. And amid all that radiant happiness, you could see tears threatening to escape.
"Thank you for coming back, Y/N."
The land of Wano made headlines worldwide. The bounty posters were updated. The crew now belonged to a yonko, straw hat Luffy.
It made you happy to see how he was getting closer and closer to fulfilling his dream. And, in turn, how you were now one of the members with the highest bounty.
You held the poster in front of your face, grimacing from time to time as you felt Chopper's hooves on your burns, applying an ointment that he claimed was excellent. You would be left with scars on your neck and chest, but you couldn't dream of leaving that country without a scratch. You didn't regret defending your friends.
Although Nami and Usopp never left your side, the sniper crying and hugging you every time you passed by him, and the navigator offering you berries (something she wouldn't normally do with anyone) and multiple strokes on your hair.
You paid attention to your photo on the poster. It was you, from head to toe, every little detail, every tiny imperfection, but all loved by the sea. The sea goddess you had awakened had been captured and everyone admired her. For some she was terrifying, for others magical.
You smiled dumbly. You couldn't always use such a powerful attack, but being immortalised like this was nice. You traced the numbers with your index finger, curious about the insane sum.
Why was your head suddenly worth 1,000,000,000 berries? You had only died, come back to life, and extinguished the fire on Onigashima. Perhaps you had also purified all the water in Wano, and Trafalgar Law had used his devil fruit to remove the pollution from inside you. But that was not something others could know.
You never got a straight answer to that.
Egghead was about to be a disaster. CP0 was on the island with clear instructions. Your boots echoed on the floor as you stepped aside to wait for Luffy. You were supposed to take him back to Labophase, but he was more interested in facing an old enemy he had encountered again.
You looked up, entranced. His Gear 5 was mind-blowing. Everything he could do with his devil fruit, the ease with which his brain came up with new ideas, it all made you laugh. Not to mention the floor, which now made you bounce.
Vegapunk hurried over to the monitors.
"Have the white and blue warriors appeared yet?" He asked, his eyes shining as he caught sight of Luffy laughing. "Tell me about those transformations. The white one from Straw Hat and the young girl on her wanted poster."
"We don't know, to be honest." Said Nami. "Luffy's is the Gomu Gomu no Mi, but Y/N's is unknown to us."
The scientist pressed his lips together, holding back a smile.
"There is no fruit with that name in the devil fruit encyclopaedia!"
The crew gasped, unable to comprehend.
"What? That's impossible!" Exclaimed the navigator.
"Luffy always says gomu gomu when he attacks." Added Usopp.
"Look how beautiful he is! I'm sure she is too!" Rambled Vegapunk, raising his hands. "It's fate! I didn't expect to meet them like this."
"If you know anything, tell us. Y/N-chan doesn't talk much about herself." Sanji requested.
"What happened to those two?" Franky asked, approaching the screen to look at the two of you.
Luffy was still floating there laughing, and you looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes.
"They look like gods."
The cook choked on his own words, unable to believe it.
"Luffy a god? He's an idiot!" He shouted. "Y/N-chan is a goddess, that's true."
Robin looked at Vegapunk in surprise.
"Are you saying that those appearances we saw are those of gods?"
"Yes." Said the scientist, his expression turning serious. "The warrior of liberation. He who plays the fool and brings smiles to all. The sun god, Nika!"
The few crew members present were surprised. The answers that no one else could give them were in the brain of this man who stared at the screen excitedly. Eager to talk. Eager to educate the world.
"And the goddess he loves, the one capable of punishing everyone for him. The goddess of the sea, Naia."
Nami shook her head, approaching Vegapunk.
"Nika and Naia? I've never heard those names."
"Of course not. Their names were erased from history." The scientist said abruptly. "Nika and Naia were inseparable."
The revealed legend left them speechless. In the end, the archaeologist was right.
It was best not to interfere.
The sun god felt a deep longing for the sea. Seeing it every day made him feel free, and he wanted to reach it more than anything else. Then, one day, he met its goddess. He thought she would help him help. If he could make people laugh, then she could give them freedom.
Naia was closed off, only willing to care for those she loved: the gyojin, the mermaids, the mermen. Opening the doors of her heart to let Nika in went against her principles. He knew how to make her laugh effortlessly with a joke or a silly expression. He fought with her over food, hitting him every time he wanted to eat a fish. He invited her to have fun jumping with his friends. He asked her to do water tricks for him.
Falling in love with each other was natural. Nika always admired her foolishly, his gaze never leaving her. He loved her loudly with his actions. He loved her silently with his words.
Naia always looked up, because he loved to float. He shone in a way that only he could. Her love was protective, ensuring that he never lost his smile. That he never shed a single tear.
For him, she was freedom. And for her, he was.
Someone feared their powers together, the ease with which people became attached to and trusted them, asking them for things they could give them. So, under false pretences, he murdered the sun god.
The two lovers agreed to meet again when destiny required it. When the time came. First, Nika would return, accompanied by a man who shared his ideals of freedom. Then, Naia would notice him. Her living love.
That devil fruit that had eluded the world government for centuries, and that devil fruit that was believed to be non-existent, would wait to be reincarnated.
Nika would choose who would bring a new dawn to the world, and Naia would take into her sweet arms the one who would support him on his journey. A mystical love, a destined love. Unconsciously, their successors would love each other just as they had.
Because their souls resonated. Their souls yearned for each other. Their souls waited.
And that statue that had been looking âalone, hidden from everyone with its arms outstretchedâ at the sun for centuries, would finally be able to feel his skin under her fingers once again.
personally I think that while being handed a white lotus tile by a high-ranking member of the order qualifies as an invitation to the white lotus, an official induction involves a lot of convoluted rituals no one can actually recall the origins of because their society is so old. and all their rituals are super dorky, of course, because theyâre a bunch of dorkass losers. and eventually sokka is like âFINEEE Iâll join but only if I donât have to do that. or that. and that.â and iroh is immediately like âdealâ and then pakku is like âof course the dragon of the west would gladly trample all over our ancient orderâs sacred traditionsâ and sokka is like âuhhh im having second thoughts idk if i rly wanna be part of a little club with these guysâ but piandao is does really convincing puppy dog eyes so ultimately he relents.
Synopsis. Your duties as a nanny are simple: pick Itadori Yuji up from elementary school, bathe him, feed him his veggies, and take care of him until his hot blond dad gets home. It doesnât include something likeâŠspending Valentineâs Day with the overworked, overstressed, absolute DlLF Nanami Kento. Does it?
Does it?
A/N. BOO! SURPRISE VALENTINEâS DAY POST?! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY BABYGIRLS <33
Nanami canât help but sighââOne more meeting and Iâm quitting.â
Even though he knows he wouldnât.
Those boxed-in, white-collar jobs felt just as lukewarm to quit as they were to work. One learns to numb oneself to the constant drone and sputter of the office, the ceaseless fury of a microwave that wouldnât heat, and the wail of a printer printing listlessly furlong - too far behind its service date. So was there even a point?
That stupid screech followed him even out of the office: one could ignore the cracks and jolts of joints, but that doesnât actually stop the noise.
He feels a headache coming on.
But Nanami canât lie- the pay wasnât all too bad. Besides, the extra hours helped him pay for the nanny heâd recently hired for Yujiâspeaking of, he could hear you shuffling about inside.
His keyâs just reaching for the door before it swings wide open.
âWelcome homeâ!â
And Nanami Kento canât understand that strange, sweet flutter in his heart.
One of his hands jerks upwards- right to the pounding space above his heart. He knows he must look a bit of a sight right now - a grown man pawing at his chest - and part of him wonders whether this was all the all-nighters taking a toll on him. About time.
But another part of him wonders whether he should consult a cardiologist.
Also about time.
Because itâs been like this ever since he hired you - the vetting process for finding a nanny had been a long and tedious one. And Nanami had rejected (heâs sure) at least fifty different candidates, had been blocked by five different agencies, before he finally landed on you. Either theyâd been too strict, or too lenient, or too new, or simply not cut out to handle the benevolent whirlwind that was his adopted son.
The poor man had been on the verge of giving up.
In fact, he was two paragraphs into an email to HR whilst stress-eating a homemade Danish pastry and wondering whether buying his boss flowers would be overkill- when it happened. God, could this day get any worse? First his manager gives him a ton of work just before he clocked off, certainly not in his list of responsibilities, then heâd burned those damn Danish pastries, then one of the nannies heâd interviewed had nearly passed out at the sheer energy Yuji had.
Heâd been working more and more these days. And Nanami needed just a few more months - a few more nights putting in overtime before he could-
It was then that the doorbell had rang.
Ba-dump!Â
He opened the door tentatively, hoping that it wasnât yet another ambush by a salesperson - each with their bright plastic garbage, and their even brighter smiles. But what heâd been met with instead wasnât one of those visitors he dreadedâŠnot in the very least. It was youâ
And your explanation that you were here because of Shoko.
âErm- she told me that you were looking for a nanny?â You flashed your conversation with Nanamiâs clinical friend as proof. He flickered his gaze over to the screen but his eyes remained unreadingâhe remembers turning them back over to you.
Blinking at the vision of you.
And youâd slightly jolted at the intensity in them.
Digging through your pin-covered bag, âI also have my CV in hereâŠsomewhere.â He watched as you only grew more and more frustrated as that CV evaded you- âIt really should be somewhere- give me one second-â
âThatâs alri-â
But instead of your CV, your bag had poured out notes and pens in return. So much of it that Nanami marvelled at just how much fit inside that humble satchel. They dropped to the floor and you dived to pick them up, wincing. âIâm so- sorry-â
âLet me.â Crouching down in front of you, Nanamiâs much-larger hands had had no trouble scooping all those papers up. In an instant he had them aligned neatly and handed to you. Prim. Proper.
By the tie still âround his neck, you guessed heâd just come home from work - and little did you know heâd also just finished four failed interviews for the position of nanny - yet he didnât have a single blond hair out of line. They were slicked-back and handsome in a way youâd seen only in old movie stars. You thought you saw a few strands of silver.
Lines at the edges of his eyes. That tired strength about him.
It was hard to not ogle him.
Your fingertips brushed his rougher ones as you took the papers from him. âThank you.â
âItâs my pleasure.â The older man peered down at youâso intense that you could almost feel yourself sinking into the mediocre polyester carpet lining the apartment hallway. Neither of you made a move to get up. âI want to ask you about your availability.â
Youâd jumped slightly. âYouâŠyou actually want to hire me after that- I mean!â
âShould I not?â And what was this? Nanami Kento had to stifle a chuckle at that? How curiousâŠit mustâve been the work day getting to him at that point- yes. He was feeling a little delirious.
âI mean- please doâŠâ
Heâd looked away with a slight smile once you reached into the depths of your bag once more. This time, you didnât make it erupt in scribbled notes- instead you were pulling out a printed table that looked to be a time table. âSorry I just- printing makes it easier for me to rememberâŠsometimes.â You explained, âI donât have any lectures on Wednesday and Friday- and the ones I have on the rest of the weekdays are rather flexible soââ
A college student!
Nanamiâs jaw had dropped then.
He knew you looked young but-
A college student?!
âWait a minuteâŠâ One of his hands twitched, almost as if to beckon that time table to himself and make sure.
But then you nodded, âI first met Shoko-san during a medical conference she gave at the university, and she told me you worked late on weekdays. I should be free in the evenings then, but will you be working late on the weekends as well? Because I do have this one professor that really-â
Nanami didnât know how on Earth the topic of him wouldâve even cropped up in your conversations- but he needed to end this.
Now.
Listen. It wasnât that you seemed like a bad kid- you seemed great, even! But Nanami himself was well into his thirties with absolutely zero idea on balancing Yuji and his work life. So he really didnât want to burden someone over a decade younger than him with-
âPapa?â
The sweetest, sleepiest voice echoed from inside.
He doesnât even have to turn his head to know that Itadori was swaying, all decked-out in his Spiderman pajamas, at the end of the hallway. Likely having gotten out for water or because of the ruckus caused outside. He blinked his sluggish eyes open and ogled the two of you.
Nanami doesnât know why- but he shoots up to a stand. Almost as if he was caught doing something he wasnât supposed to.
You followed.
Which one of you three was the responsible parent here, by the way?
His parched mouth opened toâwhat? There was nothing to explain.Â
It was true that Nanami hadnât had the time to even stop and think about dating or relationships in the time since heâd adopted Yuji. Not even if he wanted to. And, admittedly, he did have dreams of getting married one day - he watched all those sappy TV shows, alright? He knew how it felt.
He wanted to walk beside someone to that shrine. He wanted to have a few more kids, to give Yuji a bigger family than this. He wanted to quit his dead-end job and move out with his family to a bigger house in the countryside.Â
But none of that was as important as his son right now.
However, he knew that Yuji saw all those happy couples during pick-up at the elementary school- and his boy was sweet. The sweetest, actually. Nanami knew that Yuji wouldnât say a single thing about him being the only exhausted father to arrive all alone. Day after day.
The two of them in their lonesome.
His sweet boy would beam the biggest smile nevertheless.Â
But kids were smarter than adults gave them credit for. Doesnât he feel that loneliness, too?Â
Perhaps that was why Yuji ran up to you in an instant.
Right past his haggard father and only towards you - all previous sleepiness now gone - he reached up towards the pretty stranger with the pretty pin-covered bag.
Stubby finger pointing up at a particularly red oneââDo you like Spwiderman, too?â
âOf course.â Leaning down, you smiled warmly at the boy. His hair was a rose-colored mess that stuck up at all odd angles. âAnd my spidey senses are telling me that a certain someone does, too?â
He gasped, âThatâs me!â
Before Nanami knows it, you were held hostage and dragged inside by a particularly overactive pink-haired boy. Shown all around the apartment as part of your tour to be shown-off Yujiâs prized Spiderman-themed bedroom.Â
And unbeknownst to him - against that lock-and-key and jaded guard - youâd walked into Nanami Kentoâs cozy Tokyo apartment (and the strange cavity in his chest that softened whenever you were around).
He sighed.
A college student!
Still, Nanami canât deny that itâs been a delight having you around.
Despite your packed schedule and your note-filled bag, you were always there to greet him when he came home. Without fail. Either tapping away at some assignment due before midnight, or humming to yourself as you wiped down the kitchen countersâlast minute fluffy pancake emergency, he thinks of those nights.
Even though itâd been about eight months since your initial meeting, itâs almost fearsome how easily heâd gotten used to the routine of it all.
Something that should be so mundane - he flips each moment through his mind over and over again until it felt like they made up the grooves of his brain itself. The gyri and the sulci. Or so heâd heard you muttering to yourself as you studied one night.Â
Heâs studied, too. Heâs memorized how youâd open the door for him, with a smile across your face and a finger to your lips- telling the older man to be quiet as he shook off his shoes. Heâs memorized how youâd never fail to tell him about the leftovers in the fridge as you reached for your satchel. Heâs memorized how youâd hesitate to meet his gaze- but smile the brightest once you do, and how youâd linger at the doorstep telling him about Yujiâs day.
Nanami has memorized how it made some dust-covered part of his heart stir. Blinking away the exhaustion of the day.Â
Nanami Kento has never felt more invigorated than he is during those sparse few minutes that he caught up with you at the end of the night. Voices low, like neither of you wanted to interrupt a sleeping thingâYuji, yes. But something else, too.
He gets the feeling that itâd feel like this even if you werenât around as a job. If perhaps the two of you had met- the same age, at the same university.
Maybe in-between the sluggish hours of study sessions where you help him with some particularly hard question. Maybe in the library where he helps you reach some dusty olâ book from the topmost shelf.
Times like this, he allows himself to dream.
Youâd make the best wife.
You were the best nanny he couldâve ever chosen.
But one always has to wake up to oneâs alarm. He sets his alarms himself.
âCome in.â Nanami tells you as he shrugs off his coat at the entrance. He watches as you stop in your tracks at the doorway, fiddling with your familiar pin-draped bag. âIâm just about to fire up some brownies for tomorrow.â
You pause.
âI-if itâs not too late and you donât have any classes early tomorrow or-â
âIâd skip all my classes for some of your brownies.â
He lets out a breath of relief as you start walking back from the doorway. âPlease donât.â
It takes a little less than half an hour for the brownies to bake until they are crisp on the top and perfectly gooey in the middle. Layers of chocolate that are only sweetened by the conversation that you brought into Nanami Kentoâs humble kitchen.Â
He listens as you talk about your day, about that professor thatâd been out to get you, about that exam you were sure youâd fail (he knows you wonât in the end). Only adding brief hums of affirmation and nods as the older man sweeps through his counters, broad back turned to you, muscles flexing against his office shirt as he whipped up a hot fudge as well as a strawberry sauce for you to add to your brownies.
ââand youâd never guess what Yuji told me today.â Tonight you seem a little more breathless than usual. Stuttering out your thank-yous as he brings out the tray from the oven and cuts out the first piece for you.
âBlow on it. Itâs hot.â Nanami leans over the other side of the kitchen island. He watches as your pretty lips fall into a soft circle, âWhat were you saying, my dear?â
âWell-â You dart your gaze around the rest of the empty apartment. âYou know how itâs Valentineâs Day tomorrow, Nanami-san?â
Nanami runs a hand through his silver-streaked hair. Smoothing it down. He knows how his son can be, and he has to bite back the grin that threatens to spread across his face. âMhm?â
âYuji here seems to think that- wellâŠâ Bringing a hand up to your lips, fingertips slightly shaking. The brownie was just amazing. âHe seems to think that Valentineâs Day is a bit like Christmas, you see. And so the entire day he wouldnât stop making a list for Cupid.â
Now that piques his interest particularly- Nanami was never a man to skimp out whenever his loved one wanted something. âOh, is that so? And what does he ask from this ah- Cupid?â
âThat is- I donât even know if this is appropriate for me to say butâŠâ Looking around one last time. âBut it seems Yuji is under the impression that we are together.â
âOh.â
âTogether together.â
âOh.â He canât help but inch just a little closer- a strange weight in his stomach. Not entirely unpleasant. âI see.â
Youâre mustering up a little more courage, âAnd it seems that what Yuji wants the most this Valentineâs isâŠfor us to get married. Spiderman-themed wedding, he says.â Watching as Nanamiâs eyes slightly widen. âB-but of course, I told him that that might not exactly be in erm- Cupidâs range of power! He kept insisting however-â
He looks at you silently as you rub your temples.
âBecause then he said a little brother or sister would be fine, tooâŠâ Was it time for the conversation about the birds and the bees already? Instead of storks, Yuji relies on Cupid?!
Nanami follows suit, running a hand through the silver streaks in his hair. âIs that so?â He sighs. âI shall have a little talk with him about askingâŠimmoderate requests of Cupid.â
âHeâs a sweet boy. Just a little confused.â You smile sheepishly. âThough I canât really blame him- my friends think weâre together, too.â
Just an inch closer. âI see.â
And Nanami feels your breathing go heavy- enveloped in the hint of his cologne, the sweetness of the brownies, the musk of something that was entirely him. âI-itâs silly, isnât itâŠâ
He stares at you intently, reading your every reaction. âQuite.â Pupils flickering down your face. Just another inch closerâyou wonder how much more space was left, and what you wanted to do with it. âIâm far too old for you, my dear.â
Your lips part-
The clock strikes eleven.
Both of you startle as if shocked with electricity- âI-I really should-â
âYes, I understand-â
âThe brownies were amazing-â
âPlease, take this.â He pushes a bag topped with that delicacy and more of whatever topping you liked into your hands.
âThank you so much.â You rush out breathlessly, other hand snatching your bag from the counter. âNight, Nanami-sanâ!â
âGoodnight, my dear.â
âAnd thank you for the brownies!â
The door shutsâwith a lingering creak and ebb of your smile behind it. And soon enough Nanami finds himself lumbering in the direction of Yujiâs bedroom.
Itâs not long before he stands before the parade of red and blue and masked superheroes: personnel stationed all to take care of the boy with a tuft of pink hair. His precious treasure. Nestled in the middle of his car-shaped bed.Â
A small bedside light traces a glow across his chubby cheeks.
As he does every night, Nanami walks up to the little boy and crouches down beside the bed. Forearms rested upon the soft mattress, face rested upon his forearms- it was always around this time that Yuji would stir and look up at his father.
âPapaâŠâ He sleepily mumbles. Rubbing his sleep-swollen eyes, âGone?â
âMhm.â Nanami nods. âLeft just now, sunshine.â
âAwww, manââ Yuji seems to deflate- but that only pushes him deeper into the puffy pillows. Making him yawn so wide that it makes the older man chuckle. âI really like her, papa.â
His father pauses before he answers. âI like her, too, Yuji.â
âNo, but- I really like her. You know, sheâs my best friend along with Kugisaki and Fushiguro and you-â
Nanami starts tickling the boy on his sides until he bursts into peels of laughter. âReally, huh?â
Through giggles, he nods. Before stretching his arms above his head and falling back onto the comfy bed- perhaps he was still dreaming. âWhy canât we keep her, papa?â
âWe canât just keep people, Yuji.â Nanami has to hide his own smile. He knows he should mention the thing about Cupid right now, but he just canât bring himself to do it. Maybe tomorrowâŠ
âYes, butâŠâ
âI know, I know.â Nanami pushes his face deeper into his strong forearms. Sometimes, he still felt much like a kid himself. âI get it.â
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The next morning, Yuji still wasnât giving up.
âPapa, itâs Valentineâs Day!â
Papa was about to burst a blood vessel.
Heâd chattered on and on about Valentineâs Day as Nanami shuffled him out of bed, heâd announced what chocolates were the best according to his very distinguished five-year-old palate as Nanami helped him brush his teethâheâd even turned his nose up at the heart-shaped scones that Nanami had made for breakfast.
âPapa, youâre gonna hafta make better hearts than this if you want to marry-â
âYuji, sunshine, weâre going to be late.âÂ
Nanami Kento was barely a match for his son. And itâs with something akin to relief - like the exhausted sigh of a stranded man, finally coming across the silhouette of a rescue boat in the bleak horizon - that he manages to hurry the boy into finishing his breakfast. Tugginâ on his Spiderman backpack, Nanami held Yujiâs hand as they exited the apartment.
Today wasnât even a school day.
It wasnât even a school day! And yet the teacher wanted all students in for a short assembly and some chocolate party in class. Nanami would be damned if he didnât let his son enjoy these small pleasures.Â
The elementary school that Yuji attended was only a short distance away from the apartment- usually theyâd just make the trip by foot. During those ten minutes itâd become routine for the little boy to jabber away about whatever came to his mind.
How unfortunate for Nanami Kento today that, today, all Yuji could think about was youâ
Not because Nanami wasnât doing much the same- but because he didnât like thinking of himself as doing much the same. Even though he knew. Query: if both father and son couldnât get you off their minds, then which one of the two was going to use it?
The older man shakes his head just a little as Yuji suggests a Spiderman wedding cake againâhe disagrees with both the cake andâŠthe wedding. Right?
But the boy catches the movement and pouts-
âWhy donât you want to tell her, papa?â
Theyâre stopping at a red light. Nanami didnât want to think about how those miniscule bulbs had been programmed to flicker in the shape of a heart today, instead of the usual pedestrian walking. What an apt metaphor for his life, no? Nanami Kento wanted to find something wrong in the traffic light - in the visibility, the practicality, the color - but he couldnât.Â
In fact, it was rather pretty.Â
The crossing threatened to bubble over with salarymen and salarywomen and groups of families each hoping to be the first, the fastest, to jump the road. He tugs both himself and Yuji more towards the back where they were well out of the way of whizzing cars. Is it just him or were there more wedding cars than usual today?
âTell her what? To marry me?â He absent-mindedly answers, âWhat did I say about no forced marriages, Yuji?â
âNo.â He lightly stomps his feet. Making the blond man look down- âI mean why donât you tell her that you like her, papa?â
And Nanami canât help but look around like a caught teenager. âYou- you canât just say those things, sunshine! What if sheâs heading to class and nearbyâŠâ
âBut you told me you did last night?â Yuji answers.
Which, fair. And it leaves Nanami slightly at a loss for words. âIâŠâ
âBut why canât you tell her?â The child nods sagely to himself, âSâlike when I broke Fushiguroâs red crayon- and I told him. Donât you always tell me not to lie, papa?â
âThatâsâŠtrue.â His father hesitates. âBut thatâs different from-â
âBut anyway- thatâs why I asked Cupid.â Yuji hums. Content. âYouâre a scwaredy-cat, papa, but I asked Cupid for you. Like Santa. And Santa always gives me what I ask for.â
One day, Nanami will consider telling him that Santa had to work a month overtime to get him that car bedâhappily however. But that dayâs not today. âOh?â
âYeah.â He looks up at his father with wide, innocent eyes. âAnd I also asked Cupid for a bwother- maybe this year I should ask Santa, too.â
âOh.â
âDo you think Cupid will make my wishes come true, papa?â
âIâmâŠafraid I canât be sure, sunshine.â
The light turns green.
And Nanamiâs the first to step out onto the road.
From here, even the crosswalk seemed to twist and turn into the shapes of hearts.
Along the rest of the way to his elementary school, Yuji tugs on Nanamiâs coat and asks him for his phoneââAlright, but no games before school, Yuji.â
âNot playing games!â
And he didnât think much of it.
Not until Nanami was on the subway heading to work, about to shoot a phone call to one of the contractors heâd be working with today- and he finds Shokoâs name in his call log.
Outgoing call â Shoko [8:01AM]
Lasted three minutes.
How strange. Nanami doesnât remember calling his friend at any point today - it mustâve been Yuji during his walk to school.Â
A mistake?
How strange, indeedâŠ
But to be quite honest, Nanami doesnât get the time to ponder upon this happening too deeply. The very second heâd considered clicking on that name himself and asking Shoko- the train had slid to a halt at his station.
Then came the chaos of the office: it seems that one of the interns had forgotten to fax a file yesterday. And Nanami had five angry clients on the phone before 9:00AM, one presentation to lead before 10:00AM, a few more angry clients just after the meeting, and a few more contracts to type up and edit before 12:00AM. Those utterly gaudy pink decorations hung about the room didnât do anything to help with his oncoming headache.
Everyone in the office knew not to wish him today.
By the time that the overworked man was free for lunch, it was close to 2:00PM. His joints pop as he stretches his arms above his head, flickering a look at the clock above.
It was almost time for Yuji to be let out. Nanami knew youâd be humming to yourself as you walked to his school - and if his son was there, heâd join in, too.
At risk of sounding like a creep, he admits that heâs often listened to the low drift of your voice as you walked out of his apartment. It would start up once he shut that door. And he often stood there - on the other end - until it disappeared. Along with the sound of your footsteps.
His house always seemed smaller then.
Shaking his head free of such thoughts, Nanami stands and walks out of his department, wondering what heâll have for lunch today. This usually wasnât a problem with him, but this morning heâd been rather a bitâŠfrazzled. So to say.
All those questions and ârequestsâ that Yuji had left him with just barely enough rationality to scrounge up something for the boy. As for himself, he was meandering through the busy streets of Tokyo - tarmac carpets flying by at a pace faster than he ever seemed to be able to. How was it possible for something inanimate to soar, to race, to live more than he did? Was it always built this way or was he one of the unlucky few?
He wonders which category youâd fall into.
That cheap ramen shop down the street wasnât too bad - their broth was so good that Nanami was almost able to ignore the sappy love songs crooned from their battered radio. They had a special deal going: 80% off for all couples on Valentineâs Day! All ribbons and glitter. All special pink desserts and lovers holding hands. All loveâŠlove and a happy elderly couple behind the counter - the owners, it seems.
It was quaint- cute. The type of place he thinks you might like.
As he was walking back to the office, it seemed as though the city was fit to brim with similar sentiments.Â
Flower shops bursting with bouquets like carnivorous sunsets, bleeding hearts and ruby-red roses. Candy shops with something sweet for every color of the rainbowâand more covert advertisements for moreâŠadult indulgences. Sex shops that Nanami had to speed-walk past because of how full and flush they were. Ripe with Valentineâs Day.
Nanami Kento might try to ignore what today is, but the world sure as hell wouldnât let him forget.
Once he finally runs back to his cubicle- he ducks his head and focuses his eyes solely on the computer screen. He hopes no one comments on the numerous glitzy bags beside him.
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âWhat the hell are you doing in my apartment?â
âYâknow- most people would sayââWow, itâs so nice to see you. Now I should totally stop brushing off your invites for drinks. Thank you for being such a kind and respectful and understanding friend, Ieri Shoko.ââ The woman in question stretches languorously on top of the couch, her test tube-patterned socks dangling from the other side. âAnd youâre welcome, by the way!â
Nanami raises one hand in front of him- almost as if to pause the scene entirely. He closes his eyesâwhen he opens them, he hopes that this had all been a bad dream and heâll wake up to his glaring computer screen.
He opens them.
Nope- still real.
âLet me rephrase- what the hell have you done to my apartment?â
Shoko gets off the couch and gestures at the apartment like a magician showing off a trick. âTa-da!â At all the yellow candles that cast miniature sunrises where they wept, at the music that crept sensually from some mysterious corner of the room, at the humble dining table that now looked like it came out of a Timesâ 10 Best Spots To Take Your Lover for Valentineâs Day.Â
Nanamiâs stern lips part as he takes in the silver-covered dishes on top, on top of some white clothâwas that his goddamn blanket?!
âOh câmon-â Shoko rolls her eyes. âDonât act so surprised, I see the bouquet in your hands. You obviously planned something of the sort.â
He forgot about that damn thing. Nearly dropping those flowers in his haste to hide it behind his broad back, though there was really no use - he simply couldnât stand Shokoâs laughing eyes any longer. âTh-this was for Yuji.â
âI see the smaller bouquet in the bag.â She points out. Almost empathetically, Shoko sighs. âYou really arenât slick, Kento.â
âThis isnât- this is justââ But the longer she smirks at him, the less he seems to have an answer. Soon enough, heâs bringing out that massive bouquet from behind him and letting his friend fawn over the thing.
âWow, sheâs really going to love this-â
âItâs called being nice, by the way!â Nanami answers, belatedly.
The look Shoko gives him is enough to make him click his mouth shut.
âI hope you know that I bought one to give you tomorrowâŠIâm throwing it out now.â Because no matter how much Nanami denied it, today was about love. Parental. Platonic. Even the love that he could never have. As Shoko rummages through the bag with an excited squeak, he drawls on. âWhere even is she, by the way? What have you done to her?â
âHm? Oh, Yuji called me this morning. Thank you for these, by the way.â Shoko stands with a beautiful yellow rose and purple zinnia bouquet in her arms. She sniffs at the sweet fragrance- âYuji called me asking whether he should leave out cookies for Cupid just like he does with Santa. It seems he wanted Cupid to bring us a wedding, and guess what? I wanted Cupid to bring us a wedding.â Her face breaks out into a smug smile - the one heâs only seen when she used to cheat through biochemistry exams without anyone ever knowing. âSo we called up your darling nanny and let her know that her scheduleâs changed for today- then Yuji and I did a little sprucing up in here.â
âSprucing upâŠâ
She turns around to admire her work, âHonestly, Kento, if I knew that you didnât have a romantic bone in your body then Iâd have dissected you-â
âPapa!â
Spared from hearing whatever gory plans that Shoko had for him by the excited yelp of his sonâNanami hears his footsteps before he sees him. He feels the impact before he sees him.
Yujiâs running down the hallway and launching himself at his father at full speed- âPapa, youâre home!â
âThat I am, sunshine.â Nanami smiles down at the boy. âHow was your day? I have something for you.â
âFor me?â Tufts of pink curls bobbing as he cocks his head, following his fatherâs movements as Nanami crouches down and reaches into one of the bags. Before breaking out into the most brilliant smile at the sight of the flowers. âWoah- theyâre so prettyâ! Thank you.â
Crushing the bouquet of pink carnations and hydrangea to his chest, he wraps his arms around Nanamiâs shoulders and hugs him.
âHappy Valentineâs Day, papa. Iâve got a gift for you, too-â Breaking away, Yujiâs throwing an arm out towards the room at large. âAuntie Shoko said this was how you bring Cupid! And we also tried to make those heart-shaped cupcakes you make, but it tasted like tar soâŠâ
âThatâs perfectly alright, Yuji.â He swipes at a smear of icing still on the boyâs face. âWe can learn together on my next day off, right?â
âRight!â Yuji jumps in excitement. âAnd after your wedding today-â
âYujiâŠâ
âAnd right on time.â Shokoâs voice permeates the room- right alongside the sharp fwip! of the window shutters closing. She turns away from the glass and pushes off from her station. âCâmon Yuji, now the plan is a-go! Go! Go!â
âAye-aye!â With a chubby hand raised in saluteâYuji wastes no time giving his father a final hug. âBye bye, papa.â
âWha-â Nanami looks at the harried duo in confusion. âWhat are you two-â
âAnd donât mess this up, Kento.â Shoko gives him a stern wave.Â
Before she clasps Yujiâs hand and helps the boy match her longer stride- the two of them speed-walk in the direction of the door.
âYeah- donât mess this up, papa!â
âUh, where are you taking my son?â Nanami stalks after them. Not letting the front door close behind them, he watches the two figures - bouquets and all - race down the hallway. How strange that they didnât take the usual route - instead opting for the one that would let them leave through the back entrance. âHello? Shoko-â
âDonât mess this up!â
He has half the mind to chase after them - itâs not that he doesnât trust Shoko with his son, but really, what on Earth could they be getting up to?! Especially so late past Yujiâs bedtime. At the very least, maybe he could run up to them and let Shoko know of his sonâs Spiderman ritual before eating and the tendency he has to bite fingers when-
âNanami-san?â
Your voice.
Was he dreaming?
And yetâNanami snaps his head towards the source of the noise so fast that it almost causes whiplash. He breathes your name out in a whisper.
So this is what Shoko meant about-
âAm I hallucinating or is that Shoko-san and Yuji running down the fire escape?â You point at something beyond his line of vision, though Nanami doesnât need to look to know that it is, in fact, Shoko and Yuji running down the fire escape.
âI think Iâm hallucinating, to be quite honest.â He mutters. Because surely there was no conceivable world in which he would see you like this - standing outside his door on Valentineâs Day, looking all gorgeous as you always did - and dare to bring out the bouquet that he had bought for you. Also was thatâŠwas that a bit of make-up youâd dabbed on? More so than usual?
His eyes linger on the glitter beside your eyes.
The thought that it mightâve been because itâs today - that it mightâve been because youâd been as nervous about seeing him today as he was about seeing you - makes him jolt. Heâd been smoothing his hair down the entire subway ride home thinking of you.
Thirty-something years and heâs acting like a teenager in puppy love.
Certainly no conceivable worldâŠ
And yetâŠhe does. He reaches behind him to bring out that prideful bouquet: 520 flower-heads that blushed themselves silly over not being even half as beautiful as you.
âFor you.â He croaks out. Awkwardly pushing up his glasses.Â
âOh.â Your jaw drops, and the bouquet weighs heavy in your hands. In nothing but a whisper- âItâs beautiful, Nanami-san.â
Red, red roses.
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Nanami explained the situation before he invited you inâŠsomewhat.
Certainly nothing about how badly heâd been teased because of this little scheme or the ah- confession of feelings. Heavens, no! Nanami himself wasnât entirely sure whether heâd go along with their planâŠ
As far as you knew, Shoko and Yuji thought itâd be a funny little prank to âinvite Cupidâ into his apartment this Valentineâs Day. Leaving the two of you alone in an apartment draped in candles and roses like the most deviant of mistresses.Â
And Nanami knew you knew. You knew that Nanami knew.
The implications were there for all to see.
It was there in the way his face burned red, and Nanami couldnât meet your eyes- âIâm aware of how it looks. And it seems that my son still holds the idea that ermâŠeither way, ahem, I completely understand if you would much rather go home. Please do know that this will not affect your job in any way whatsoever- in fact, I will cover your fee double tonight-â
âNanami-san.â Youâd interrupted him. Cocking your head with a slight smile, âMay I come in?â
From there heâd been the perfect gentleman - not that he wasnât usually. Even in the months since youâd worked for him, youâd come to find that Nanami was the type of man that opened doors for you, that pushed your chair for you, that covered your taxi fare home, that escorted you as far as he could by foot either way.
But nowâŠoh, right now he was putting any Prince Charming to shame.
He had his hand hoverinâ right above your waist- leading you inside to the romantic dinner table. Here, heâd pushed your chair for youâand before you could even thank him, Nanami had his hands helping you out of your coat.Â
He insisted on plating for you.
You couldnât help but gawk at the way his biceps pushed against his work button-up, flexing slightly as Nanami stood beside the table and neatly cut your bread - one heâd baked just this morning, according to him. Shoko had clearly rummaged through his kitchen wellâŠ
Conversation was somewhat breathless at first- the both of you waiting for the other to go first. The both of you anticipating every single word.
Wondering what every single word meant.
But after the first two courses - Shoko certainly hadnât burned these - the both of you were talking freely. Moving on from the more polite topics, like your day, his day, that were really a front for something more - speaking with Nanami was always so easy, he was the best listener youâve had in a whileâto dessert: strawberry shortcake cupcakes and a confession that slips from your lips.Â
âYâknow- this is the first Valentineâs Day Iâm spending like this.â You giggle, wiping off the cream that sticks to your lips. Nanami watches with half-lidded eyes as you devour the delicacy heâd baked this morning.
He swirls his half-empty wine glass. Certainly not enough to get the man tipsy - Nanami was quite the heavy drinker when he wanted to be - but enough to make him ask. âOh? Tell me more, my dear.â
The candlelight catches on the rim of his glasses, encasing his eyes in an intense glow. You think he looks even more handsome like this- âSorry. Itâs probably going to sound stupid to someone more experiencedâŠâ
âThere is nothing youâd say that would be stupid.â He pushes his glasses further up his sharp nose. Fingers crossing before him, he leans in. âContinue, my dear.â
âItâs just- I havenât had many serious relationships, is what.â You admit. And he looks at you so intently- âWith life and university, itâs hard to find the timeâif I was looking anyways, that is.â You sputter, before he can ask anything about whether the nanny job was cutting into your time. âThe selection in my department isnât great at all.â
âSoâŠâ Nanami runs the tip of his finger âround that glass cup. The thin rim. The gaping mouth. â-no lilâ boyfriend, then?â
âNo boyfriend.â You echo. And perhaps being drunk on the proximity is what makes you blurt out- âBut if I did have one, I think Iâd like someone olderââ
He quirks a brow in interest, âOlder?â
You nod. Crossing your arms in slight embarrassment, âBoys my age will ask you out and then go halfsies just because you donât want to go home with them.â
âMhmm.â Nanamiâs lip curls in distaste.
âI just want someone to like me for me- yâknow? Just to sit across from me like this and really talk to me for once.â
âHas no boy ever wined and dined you like this?â He asks.
âNo.â You admit, somewhat sheepishly.
âHas no boy ever bought you flowers?â
âNo.â You cast a look at the 520 roses - now housed in a large vase that Nanami had pulled out from one of his cabinets.
âNoâŠâ You breathe.
He inches forwards, forwards, forwardsâand wipes at a remnant of sweet, sweet cream on your lips. That roughened edge of Nanamiâs thumb grazes the edge of your mouth. âHas no boy ever been sweet to you like this?â He catches the look in your eyes. And his own lower. âHas no boy ever treated you like a man would, my dear?â
The older man doesnât hesitate in reaching his thumb back up to his mouth- and lickinâ off the cream. âHas no boy ever eaten you out like this?â
âNo-â
Your lips upon his are even sweeter than the cupcakes heâs baked- and heâs lavishinâ his tongue over your mouth gently. Opening you up so wideâ
And even that isnât enough.
Nanamiâs thumb finds permanent purchase at the end of your chin, letting his own sinful tongue slip inside. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Almost as if he was fucking you with it-
Youâre not sure how long Nanamiâs kissing you like this.Â
Maybe minutes. Maybe hours.
Youâve lost track of time- and the only thing you know is that your head feels dizzy. Your knees were growing weak in your seat. A slick line of spittle glides down the side of your mouth- and Nanami reaches a thumb up to smeeear it.
âMy dearâŠâ He murmurs, his deep baritone taking on a husky tone. Hot breath fans across your face, heating you up from the inside out.
Youâre raising your face to meet his molten gaze- and it almost shocked you just how handsome Nanami Kento is. Noble features chiselled in the soft candlelight. His mouth slightly kiss-swollen. Blond hair unravelling from his usual neat style nâ cascading across his forehead.Â
He reaches closer to you and siiinks his teeth into your lower lip, âHave you ever been kissed like that- here before?â
You squirm. Shaking your head-
But he tugs on your pretty maw. âTell me in words, honey.â
Gulping as one of his rugged hands snakes down your middle. A carnal jolt echoes through your body once Nanami presses the edge of his palm between your skirt- your legs. âIâŠâ You think of all the disappointing dates youâve been on before, of all the disappointing hands in places almost forgettable. âNot like that, Nanami-san.â
âNow nowâwhen we fuck, call me Kento.â He mutters, finally making his way âround the table. Before you know it, heâs looming over you- and two of his strong hands rest underneath your legs. âUpsy daisy.âÂ
Heâs lifting you uuuuuup, up, up to splay out across the dinner table.
Lifting you like you weighed nothing.
Pushing aside first and foremost those plates and flowers- youâre being rolled with your back against the tabletop, and Nanamiâs honed hips pinning you down. A dimly-lit halo of light behind his golden hair. He wastes no time before throwing both legs of yours on top of his shoulders- âMâgonna teach you how a real man eats pussy.â
You nod-
âFirst lesson. Big girls use their words.âÂ
And your jaw dropsâ
âK-Kentoââ
Youâre not sure whether the primal noise escapes you because of his words, his tone, or because of the utterly desperate way that Nanami Kento falls to his knees. Thud!
Loud enough that it should hurt- but you donât think it even registers in Nanamiâs frenzied brain right now.Â
Not when he was pushing up that damn sinful skirt of yours- extra tight tonight. Nanami wasnât a fool - he knew what you were doing. Not when he was starinâ deeply at your pussy, all wet through your panties and throbbing so hard he could practically see it.
Count it.
One-two-three.Â
Not when he was worshipping you as close as a man possibly couldââNot quite the answer I was looking for.â Then the next thing youâre hearing is a sudden thwack! The next thing youâre feeling are the five pointed tips of Nanamiâs thick fingers, smacking down on top of your pussy. âBut Iâll let it slide since sâyour first time being eaten out all properly, mhm?â
âMhm.â You nod.
âWhat was that?â Those mean fingertips of his raise again.
âYes, Kento.â Youâre hurrying to answer. And just as a little reward, Nanami smears his digits atop your swollen folds.Â
âThatâs more like it.â The glaze of your sweetened slick lets out the loudest squelch, and you squirm as heâs tugginâ aside your panties with a single index. âAre you ready, my dear?â
âYes-â
âAre you excited, my dear?â
âYes-â
âGood girl.â
Let the feast begin, heâs thinking. And Nanami Kento doesnât wait. Nanami Kento doesnât tease nâ toy. Nanami Kento doesnât even swivel his fingertips around your wet hole more than a few times to check how soaked you are before heâs taking what he wantsâhe doesnât have the damn time for anything else.Â
Heâd been starving for far too long.
And the closer nâ closer he gets to your pussy, the more his mouth waters.Â
Nanamiâs left drooling at the mere sight of your wet fuckinâ holeâyou swear you could hear his stomach start to growl. Fuck.
He gulps.
He takes a single sniff.Â
With a sudden lurch - like he couldnât hold it back any longer - he leans up and shoves his face nose-deep between your legs.
His tongue swiping your hole, jaw hittinâ the end of your slit.
Heâs curving that wet, wet muscle against your walls. Just so soft that it feels as if youâre melting around him- âFuck.â It escapes him- harsh and cracking. A primal groan at the back of his throat - one he doesnât seem to even realize himself. âFuck.â
You tremble at the tone.
Because there was something dark in it. Something almostâŠpredatory.
This was nothing like the calm, composed Nanami Kento that you were used to - absolutely nothing. This wasâŠyou didnât even have words for it.
So fiercely needy that it shoots electricity up your spine- Nanamiâs tongue was ravenous. He was holding onto both sides of your legs and- and correctionâŠhe wasnât merely holding onto them. Nanami Kento was using all his strength to push them as faaaar apart as they would go before suffocating himself on your sopping wet cunt.
Such strong hands. Furious tongue.
No matter how much youâre bucking your hips- he just keeps fucking his muscle between your wet pussylips like the last thing on his mind was breathing.Â
Swooping his head even deeper and munching for more. More. More, more, more.Â
Nanami crushes his mouth against your pussylips - so deep that you start to wonder whether his oral area would start to bruiseâ
And itâs only because of that broken call of his name that Nanami flinches. He freezes. He puffs out a murky breath. As if only now registering where he was, what he was doing, and just what his name was at the moment-
Heâs breaking free from your pussy with an echoing slurp!
âK-KentoâŠâ Youâre looking on in pure worry at the dazed man - his eyes were still glazed, and there was something almostâŠferal about his demeanour still. Though he seemed to be much calmer than before, âKento, are you okay to contin-â
âI am.â His voice comes out strong. Firm. Like heâs never been more sure of anything in his entire life.Â
Nanami lets out a few stilted breaths- running a hand through his now-unruly hair. The glisten of a silver streak in it. âI am. I justâŠitâs been a long timeâŠforever, actually, since Iâve tasted anything so delicious.â Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, âI hope you can forgive this old man for getting a little carried away, my dear.â
Was he really that ruined from but a single taste of your cunt?
He stares down so long and deeeep at your quivering pussy. That cute hole peeking out from your pantiesââSheâs just soâŠsweet.â
And though he was speaking to you, Nanami looks down lovingly between your legs.Â
Now that he didnât have his lips all plastered to your folds- he was rubbinâ his right thumb vertically down your slit.
Pressing down on the cute button of your clit-
âAwww did I scare you, honey? I sure hope I didnât.â Honey, because you were just too sweet sizzlinâ on his tastebuds. Guiding one of your hands to grip his scalp, âForgive me. When it gets like that, donât be afraid to pull me- to use me, alright?â
âKento, you donât have to-â
âConsider it my second lesson.â
You squirm, âB-but donât they say toâŠrespect your elders, Kento?â
And youâre just too cuteâhe canât help but flatten his palm down and spank your pussylips once more. It makes so many beads of slippery slick spray out from your cunt nâ glue against that chin of his. âYou certainly can.â He hums, thoughtful. âBut just remember- I wonât be respecting this pussy, honey.â
âI see.â You gape.
And while speaking to you - while speaking to you - Nanami lavishes out lilâ kitten licks between your folds. Lick. Lick. âI bet this pretty pussyâs never been eaten out like that before, huh?â He continues. Merely peeking up at you through blond lashes to confirm- and you can only nodâ
Yet another spank sputtering down on your wet crevice.
âWords.â Nanami reminds.Â
Hiccuping, âYes, please. All those boys usually just like- graze my clit and thatâs all.â
He nods. He continues, voice nothing but deep murmurs that sets your entire body aflame - and itâs as though the more syllables heâs uttering, the harder nâ harder he rubs on your clit. âAwww poor girl. I just canât help but think of how long this pussy has been wasted on- haaah, boys who didnât know how to handle her.â
âToo- too long.â
Lovinglyâalmost drunkenly, heâs pressing a direct peck against your hole. The tip of his tongue just lightly slipping out and teasing your entrance- Nanamiâs free hand grips onto your thigh as if holding himself back. âMmmm, thatâs what I thought.â He murmurs. âAnd how long has she waited to be eaten out by a man who isnât afraid to get a littleâŠsloppy?âÂ
âToo long-â
At this, he chuckles. âAnd as for my last question-â Not even smooching anymore- heâs just smeeeeaering his puffy lips along your slit. More rapid. More hungry. âActually- take this as my third lesson.â
Youâre scrambling up onto your elbows. âYes?â
âCan you settle down like a good girl?â
Whatever that meansâŠyou arenât given the time to figure out. Because before you know it, Nanami purses his lips and plants a wad of spittle that hits your cunt with a wet splat!
Only making you even wetter for him to gape his jaw open- âFuck.â For him to swirl his ridged tip around and around your snug entrance until it left your mind all dizzy, it makes your cunt streeeeetch incredibly once he digs the tip of his tongue inside. Thoroughly.
Itâs almost as if he was splitting you apart on the thickness of his tongue.Â
Expanding and contracting. Expanding and contracting.Â
The stretch is so incredible that it leaves your mind searing
âSettle down. Settle doooown-â Heâs humming in a low tone. Whenever Nanami feels you squirminâ or clenching just a tad too hard, heâs making note of that particular spot and bashing it all in again. Thick muscle reaching in and out for your deepest depths until your tight hole canât take it anymore- until youâre screaming for mercy.Â
âOh fuh-fuuuuckââ Youâre arching straight off the table, the fabric clinging onto your skin briefly. Only for a few split-seconds before one of Nanamiâs hands fastens onto your hips, pushing you right back down where you came from.
âWhat did I say?â He wasnât even using much of his strength- you were just so easy for him to move âround. Especially when he has his mouth attached to you in a way that was so ravenousâ
Ruined.Â
âSettle. Fucking. Down, girl.âÂ
Pinning you to the flat surface and letting his gaped maw run wiiiiiiild. Itâs making you realize that he wasnât going feral in the beginning- he was merely holding back.
Both in strength and in pure carnal hunger.
No matter how badly you were craving to grind down restlessly on his face for hours- Nanami keeps you on a tight leash. He keeps you restrained on the table nâ getting only whatâs given. Pushing down. Maneuvering his greedy mouth. No matter how much you wanted to plant your feet down and take control - Nanami Kento really does know whatâs best.
âFailing the third lesson already, huh?â
Tears stream down your cheeks without you even realizing. âS-sorry, I didnât-â
âShhhhh shh shh. No need for an apology, honey.â He opens his swollen lips up wider nâ latches them around your clit for a few seconds. âMy poor girlâs just overstimulated because sheâs getting her pussy eaten out, huh? This pretty pussyâs just excited?â
âYes-â
âThatâs why your Kentoâs here.â Nanami hums, his cold glasses frames hit the front of your cunt and you flinch. Making the man push them up his nosebridge with a chuckleââAnd mâgonna take care of this pussy, baby.â
The way that Nanami looks dead-set into your widened peripherals as he says this makes your heart race.
Spitting a few more times down your dribbling slit. He was teeeeasing you before reaching his right hand down nâ smearing your pussylips open with two fingers- the rugged tips of his index nâ middle streeetching your damp hole apart. Just so goddamn thick. âFourth lesson: sometimesâŠfingers feel even better.â
âO-ohhhââ Your voice breaks out in carnal trills. Trying to bend your spine but then holding yourself back-
He was thrashing inside a few more sloppy strokes - swiping, slurping, scrapinâ every inch of your velvety walls. Anywhere you could think of, his thickened digits were pumping in.Â
At one point, he flicks his glistening tongue outside for you to take in his sheer size. âSize does matter when it comes to pleasing this needy pussy, alright? Donât let any fuckinâ boy convince you otherwise.â
You mewl, âI-I wouldnât need another boy if I just had you, KentoâŠâ
And thereâs something in his tone that sounds ecstatic- âMmm, good girl.â Showing you a demonstration of his previous statement by mazinâ away straight towards your g-spot. And you could feel yourself shaking- all those times you had to worry about whether a guy could manage to make you cum?
Nanami was eatinâ you out like his one and only purpose in life was to make you cum.
âAlways teasing me.â He scoffs out in a scalding breath. Raggedly running his mouth- his tongue. âAlways riling me up with those pretty looks and that- damn-â Pushing and pushing onto your g-spot so hard that it makes you sob out of pleasure. â-mouth.â
Your jaw drops. âI l-love itâfuck.âÂ
Practically on instinct, youâre gliding a hand down your tummy- where you could feel butterflies. They only seemed to grow even harder nâ rougher with his textured tongueâŠâI think I can feel you right- ngh, here.â
âSâthat so? You love it, huh? I can feel this pussy growinâ so wetâSheâs so fucking tight, bet sheâs never been fingered properly before.â As if anticipating your next moves, heâs digging his fingers deeper against your flesh. Leaving little crescent marks.
Whatever rational part of you is left begins to wonder just why he might have to pin you down even harder.
âAnd for my fifth lesson, honey.â
Youâre waiting with baited breath as he presses a few more heated-open-mouthed kisses. Nanamiâs luscious tongue reaching spots inside you that you werenât even sure you had - ones undiscoveredâ
And itâs the only warning you get before the puckered, pretty flaps of his mouth opens up your pussylips. Just past where your folds were all swollen nâ tight- it was quite a squeeze even when it was just his tongue. Just his fingers.
So to have both Nanamiâs fingers and his tongue inside?
It was sheer madness.
It was driving you stupid with his touch in but a single stroke- the jostling feeling of his wet muscle and his digits pressing against your walls and each other. Your walls. Each other. Your walls. Each other. Your channel was so snug that even the slightest movements made it feel as though you were bulging from the inside.
Pressing in. Fucking in.
In and in, and inâ
âA real man is- haaah, always hungry.â Alternating between slipping his tastebuds into your hole, and then fishing himself back outânot to breathe. No, not even close. He was merely roverinâ his mouth over to spank down on your clit. âA real man would never get tired of his lover, my dear.â
âKentoângh.â Youâre echoing out.Â
Your moans bang against the four corners of the room and straight into his ears- the prettiest song heâs ever heard. âSee how good you feel? Sâonly my duty to you, my dear.âÂ
âBut Kento-â
Mouth makinâ out with your cunt as if heâd gone mad, too.
âKento, donât you need to breathe-â
âFifth lesson. Who cares about breathing?â
He gasps out in interruption. Tongue swiping at a constant rhythm - it was difficult to get a single syllable out when all Nanami wanted to do was stick himself to your cunt and lick and lick and lickâ
Both of you are realizing at the same time that heâd miscounted.
âFor my fifthâŠâ And he sounded maddened, too. Octaves higher. Tone breathy. There was a feral sort of hunger in his eyes that shook you to your core- âSixthâŠ?â As if he was just so pussydrunk that it was causing his brain to melt, acting on pure carnal instinct. âFor my sixth lesson, honey. This old manâs mind is a little foggy, you seeâŠâ
You donât get the chance to answer.
Because with that, Nanami only accelerates. First those fingertips of his were shoved all the way in and making your walls twitch with every hard prodâthud-thud-thudding way. Then he was smoochinâ over that same bruised spot with his slithering tongue, just swipinâ up where you were most sensitive.Â
Before draaaaagging all the way out and about to suck on your clit. Throbbing so hard that he managed to time his lilâ bites to each pulse.
It was a dual sensation that left you driven mad. Absolutely mad.
Rubbinâ his fingers absolutely raw on those knotted bundles of nerves-Â
You buck.
You get hit with a sudden spank.
âMmmmâdo you think you deserved that, my dear?â He asks. Too cute- the more he eats you out, the more heâs twitching in his pants.Â
You sob, but youâre nodding. âY-yesâŠâ
Another spank.
âWhat was that?â
âYes, Kento.â
âGood girl.â And honestly you could feeeel that sultry stretch of his grinâgently dabbing his tongue over your clit. Nanami Kento mightâve been a stern man, but he certainly wasnât merciless. âBut forget one more time and Iâll make you call me âsirâ.â
You couldnât deny the way that made your cunt twitchâŠ
âSeventh and final lesson.â Nanami pronounces, his mouth slicked with so many layers of your sap that it gleamedâhe wore those dangles of goopy syrup like a medallion. âWhen I make you cum- hah, you better reward me by cumming aaaaaall inside my mouth, honey. Or my cock.â
Your throat was utterly parched by now. And the only thing you could do was rasp out- âU-understood, KentoâŠâ
Soon enough, he was babbling out hot breaths of something you could barely even understand- though each promise only sounded more ravenous than the last.Â
Mouth glued to your cunt. Nails digging into your skin. Rougher than you ever thought was possible before, heâs sucklinâ at your clit and pounding his fingers into you so hard that it looked like nothing but a blurâ
Nanami counts one, two, three rapid clenches of your pussy walls-
Before youâre throwing your head back and absolutely shattering into your high because of him.
Your toes curling. Your throat ragged raw.
His textured tastebuds are swipinâ across every bead of slick you were dripping out. Dripping. Every bead of slick. All over your puffy pussylips. All between them till he meets your hole- even all the way up your inner thighs.
He wasnât letting a single bit go to waste.
Not even as that translucent sap dribbles down the sides of his mouth and ends up splashinâ right up to his handsome cheekbones-
The pleasure washes over you twofold - both with your orgasm and the way that Nanami was eloooongating your orgasm. Both his fingers and his mouth were working overtime to press into each peak of your high. âO-ohââ Thighs trembling on top of his shoulders- you donât know when, but they end up locked so tight around his head. âIt feels s-so good.â
Each tiny curve of his fingers made your body twitch in the aftershocks. âExtra lesson- fuck back into me.â
âWh-what?â
It takes you a significant amount of effort to even open your eyes - let alone start to swerve your body uuup nâ down. And yet youâre doing it anywayâmoaning as you ride all of Nanamiâs handsome features in looooong, sloppy drags. âFuh-fuck, like this?â
And he was just loving it.
âMhmmm.â He gurgles out. Cracking one eye open, âExactly. I know this is the best fuckinâ orgasm youâve ever experienced, my dear.â
He wasnât even being cocky - and you usually wouldâve called him out on it - this was just plain true. âI-it is-â
âI know this pretty pussy wants it again, my dear.â
You can only nod.
âI know I surely want to eat her again, my dear.â
And nod and and nod as heâs fucking you through even the tiniest peaks and spasmsâthe surplus of bliss making your veins bubble. Burst. Bulldoze your senses as youâre practically vibrating with the sheer amount of pleasure that runs through them.
There seems to be a hazy aura covering your vision as you finally ride through your entire high.
Struggling up onto your elbows once more-
âStay downââ
âYesâŠ?â Your eyes widen at Nanamiâs strict order. He leaves a final slurping kiss at your clit before he stands onto his feet. Slightly swayingâ
There was a glaze over his eyes. There was your slick coating all the way from his lower face, and puddling dooown to form a dark patch on his button-up. There were the short, panted breaths he was emanating - like a predator honed in on his prey - the longer he looked at you splayed out on the messy table.
Nanami Kento almost looked drunk - and not on the dinner, not even on the sparse wine.Â
He was completely nâ utterly ruined on nothing other than your pussy.
He lunges towards you-
âFuck, Kentoââ Youâre squealing at the rugged hands that tear through your clothes as easily as if they were butter. Shirt and bra easily landing on the carpeted floor- and your skirt was to follow before you even realized.
Youâre just about to help Nanami shuffle you out of your panties - hips raising to facilitate it - before he takes another look at you. One long, hard look. And his hands leave your body as though that was enough-
He wanted your panties on.
Nothing but a sopping wet mess twisted âround your hips. Evidence of his depravity.Â
âI want these off then.â Youâre reaching up to tug on one of Nanamiâs sleeves. He was still partly in his office clothes: button-up, formal pants, tie. And those sleeves of his had been pushed up to his elbows during your dinner, leaving you struggling not to gawk at the older manâs forearms. Strong. Slightly veined. Slightly tanned.Â
He was just so attractive that it made you squirm.Â
Nanami looks down at himself and lets out a hoarseââOhâŠright.â Like heâd been so caught up in you that he hadnât even realized he was still clothed.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Those neat white buttons end up flinging to the ground- useless against his sheer desperation. Nanami wastes no time before tearing through his layers, ripping them off. Fabric pools onto the carpet below. His belt buckle clangs as it hits the ground.
Gentlemen couldnât deny such a thing when their loverâs asking so nicely, could they? At least Nanami couldnât-
And fuckâŠ
Now, you always assumed that Nanami Kento was the kind of guy to be well-built. It was naturally in the way he moved, the way he stood, in the broadness of his shoulders.
But youâd never in your wildest dreams could have imagined that heâd be this chiselled. This toned.
You have to stop yourself from ogling himâyou have to. But you canât help it.
Not when Nanamiâs body was ridged and curved in muscle- almost Herculean in nature. He had pecs that looked lush enough for you to bite - and you could already feel your mouth start to water - with a faint coating of golden and silver hair scattered across his skin. Wide shoulders. Trim waist.
His biceps flexinâ as he moves onto the buttons of his pants.
Lined through the middle with similar golden hair that drove down, down, downâŠ
But you think your favorite part of him wasnât the muscles or the hardness- no. Though they were certainly a nice addition, what made your pussy throb the most was just howâŠthick Nanami Kento was.
It was evident that Nanami was the type of person who liked hitting the gym often- but then again, it was evident that Nanami was the type of person who didnât have the time to be hitting the gym often.
As often as he used to, at least.
And you? You were loving it.
Because all those muscles of his were naturally-formed. But with all the years of responsibilities as a father which meant his body was comforted by a layer of slight chub, big. Strong. Suddenly, you understood why âdad-bodsâ were all the craze on social mediaâbecause you - for one - couldnât help but linger your eyes at the sight of the softness to his shape. The slight roundness to his belly, abs barely peaking through.
âMy dearâŠâ
âKento.â
He presses a thumb against the hemline of his trousers-
And then heâs letting you see himâall of him.Â
From his V-shaped waist to his meaty thighs.
So thick. So strong.
You just wanted to be crushed between them.
And right down to the furious cock that stood upright and erect between them. Such a bulbous red tip, streaming with never-ending ribbons of pre. Such a thickened shaft that made you swallowâhe had so many veins zipping down either side of him. You think he was about nine or so inches- perhaps on the lower end.
Before youâd realized it, youâd been reaching your hand between his legs- only for Nanami to stop you in your tracks.
âK-KentoâŠâ
His thick fingers intertwine with yours and press your hand down on the tabletop. âHoney, you donât have to reciprocate.â The older man stares deeply into your eyes- âYou donât owe me anything. I ate your pretty pussy out because Iâve been starving for her.â
âBut I still want to.â You insist.
âMmmm, how about after then?â He reaches his free hand up nâ thumbs across your bottom lip. âAs much as I want to paint these beautiful lips with my cum, thereâs another pair whoâve been waiting patiently for their turnâŠâ
You shiver, âErm- Kento, you should know thatâŠthis is my first time.â
He pauses. âExcuse me, my dear?â
âIâve never done it before.â Looking up at him through your tear-draped lashes. âYouâll be my first.â
The thought takes a second to register in the older manâs sex-hazed mind. That animalistic part of him being overpowered by the rational.
Your first time.
Your first time.
Your first time.
He was about to take the virginity of that cute lilâ nanny heâs had his eye on for so long. âHoney, are you su-â
âYes.â
Nanami almost moans at the sheer eagerness in your voice - your eyes were shining, and your legs locked tighter around him. âWellâŠâ The man starts, dipping two thumbs down to your glistening pussy and spreading your folds wide open. He takes a good look at your entrance in comparison to the thickness of his cock, âBrace yourself then, my dear. Sâgonna be a tight fuckinâ fit.â
In a split-second, heâs jerking his hips closer and smoochinâ your naked cunt with his cock. His rounded tip spreading your pussylips. His shaft sliding between your slit and massaging you with his veins.
Nanami was so goddamn hard that it looked painful.
And what better way to alleviate the pain than by pushing his pretty lil nannyâs legs apart and shoving his cock between them? Aching and needy for you.
Nanami was big enough to fuck you stupid with just his tip.
And he knows it, too. Having such a hard time completely fittinâ in his crowned girth, he just barely fucks the top of his shaft inside before groaning. Taking a peek at the way you were squirming below him, sobbing below him. Absolutely ruined- âShit, honey.â Cupping his hilt with his left hand- Shit, honey, can you recite the lessons for me?â
Youâre wobbling up onto your elbows, âRecite them?â
He can only nod. âJustâoh.â Cut off with the slightest sliiiiide between your sweet, swollen pussylips- heâs only managing to nudge the rounded edge of his length. âJust recite them. You have them memorized fâme like a good girl, yeah?â
âYes-â Nodding frantically. âYes, Kento-â
And that cute obedience of yours is enough to make him smile- tap-tap-tappinâ away the curve of his tip down there. For absolutely no other reason than wanting to. âGood.â He reels his hips back. âThen say it fâme, my dear.â And then forwards- âSay it while I fuck you.â
And the only thing you can fucking do is to babble out those words- the very same ones thatâd been drilled into you. âThe first lesson is thatâfuck.â All the while Nanamiâs probinâ tip enters your hole in a sudden thrust. â-th-that big girls use their words.â
Nanami grunts, voice shot. âGoooood good good- keep breathing now.â Hand clawing down your frontâfeeling for himself as he pumps inside. Tiiiight fucking fit, like he said. He almost wonders whether it would go in- âAnd then?â
âThe secondâŠâÂ
But itâs almost impossible to remember- to even think with those rapidfire haaaard hammers of his cock.Â
That curved tip of his shaft kept pushing iiiin with the most lecherous squelches, drawing more nâ more sweetened slick out of you with every single thrust. That stretch was just incredible- it was making you see white. Just the first few inches of his pretty pink cock squeezing inside and pushing in and in and inâ
Thwack!
Those rugged fingertips of his come spanking back down on your cunt - this time, however, they fit between your pussylips and latch onto your clit. And they stay there. Heâs tugginâ on that poor nub a few times just to bring you back to your senses- âAwww, you didnât think youâd go unpunished for thatâ-did you, my dear?â
âI-Iâno.â Because tears stream down your cheeks, and Nanami still isnât letting go. Heâs flopping out his tongue and lapping at that salty flavor-
âThen continue.â Humming at the taste of you. Fitting and fitting andâtrying to stretch your elastic hole out to take him. Itâs the first time youâve ever felt something like this. âYouâre doing so good. Keep going for Kento.â
Thwack!
âKeep talking, honey.â
âSecond lesson-â Unable to do anything but arch your back, youâre being met with Nanamiâs soft chest. Those pecs. The thundering of his heartbeat. Itâs enough to make your mouth already waterâât-toâŠuse you.â
He leans in, âWhat was that, my dear? Old man, you knowâŠâ
âTo use you-â
âTo not be afraid to use me.â He corrects.Â
And itâs the last thing you hear before both Nanamiâs hands snake down to grab your ankles- restraining them. Tightening them.
Heâs bending you easily in half.
Legs on top of his shoulders. Thighs against thighs.
Pushing you all the way back into a mating press.
A fucking mating press.
Of course the hot DILF that youâre nannying for puts you in a mating press. Of fucking course!
And itâs only causing you to become wetter than youâve ever been in your entire life- your head falls back against the table surface. Thud! An action that makes the older man on top of you reach behind nâ cushion the back of your scalp. âEasy there, my dear. Eeeeeasy.â His left palm lightly massages your sweaty head.Â
âK-Kento-â Through your tears.
âEasy there- third lesson, remember?âÂ
âTo s-settle downâŠâ
âThatâs my girl.â Nanami hums, head threatening to tip backwards at the sensations of your quivering cunt. Itâs impossible to keep his mind when you were gushing out so much slick that it coats his shaft and leaves his ballsack all drenched.
And if he was this gone, then where did that leave you?Â
Well, you were just babbling away the pretty syllables of his lessons. âThe f-fourth lesson is that fingers feel better.â Hips bucking upwards. âThe fifth is that real men are hungryââ Eyes scrunching with tears. That large circumference of his were pushing into tender spots nâ crevices that you didnât even know you had - it felt as though your poor pussy was being split by him. Push after push.
After probe after probe.
Just animalistically trying to fit insideâ
âThe sixth- the sixth-â
âBreathe, honey.â Those smoky words of his scorch your face, as if Nanami himself was burning from the inside out. And there truly was a feverish tint to his wordsâto his actions, fuckinâ away sloppily between your pussylips. Slurp after slurp. âBreeeeeeathe- câmon do it with me.âÂ
Conducting you through these relaxation exercises for a few strokes.
Listening to his own advice - that fourth lesson - his right hand lifts off of your thighs to roll over your throbbing clit. Just so neglected by now, it makes you see white to have him massaging that sweet spot all slow and sensual.
âThe sixth lesson isâŠwho cares about breathing?â
âMhmmm.â
A guttural tone that sent vibrations straight from your drippinâ core and up to your brain. Only growing more muddled by the inch- âAnd oh! The extra.â As all good students do, youâre deciding to show a demonstration. How sinful that this sort of demonstration is you balancing your hips on the table nâ choosing to bounce right up to meet Nanamiâs rutting hits. His pounces. âTo- ngh, fuck back into you.â
âOh, good girl- this old man almost forgot that one.â Sleazily, heâs pushing his glasses up his nosebridge.
Staring at the lewd sight below of you griiiiinding your hips up into his. It was just so messy because your lips were jittery with pleasure.
His happy trail rubs carnally on top of your clit- and it sends you into a frenzyâ
âF-fuck that was-â
âShhhh shh shh, easy.â
You waddle your ankles from their perch atop his shoulders. âYes, I know-â Hissing outââIâm breathing, Kento. Iâm listening to what youâre saying, promiseâŠâ
âGood girl. Now inhale.â Of course, you canât help but take a looooong gasp of the heady air thick in the dining room - the candles were scented like roses. âAnd-â
âAndâŠ?â
And Nanami doesnât finish his sentence. He doesnât bother telling you to exhale before his fat, throbbing cock is fucking every volume of air from your lungs. In this mating press, he could hit each angle even deeper than before - and that meant youâre feeling his thick circumference bruise all the way against your womb.
Your cervix.
Bottomed all the way out and Nanami was pummeling his length away as if there was even more, more, more of him left. A hint of something metallic hits his nostrilsâand he canât hold back the victorious chuckle that leaves him. Heâs done it. âContinue.â
âIâwhat-â Struggling to catch your breath. âOh my fucking-â
âContinue.â
âWho cares about breathing-â
A sixth lesson that he was fully demonstrating.
He really was mean.
He really was merciless.
Because he was fucking you into the dinner table like a damn animalâand the thing is Nanami wasnât even going at a particularly fast pace in order to leave you speechless. He wasnât merely half-thrusting away and hoping that you liked it. He wasnât just tracinâ his cockhead down the sweet spots at the back of your pussy.
Nanami Kento was holding you down tight in his mating press. He has one hand gripping onto the back of your scalp - such a gentle gesture turned so sinful - and another crushinâ the fatness of his palm to your pussy.
Purposefully, the older man pushes the edge of his palm down on your clit. Harder. Harder. Harder.
And he was drilling into you harder by the second, too. Harder didnât mean faster.
Just draaaagging every inch of his vein-covered shaft down your slick channel - heâs making sure that you can feel every single curve nâ ridge down his cock. Heâs making sure that he massages your insides so thoroughly that it feels as though youâre being molded to his cock. Nothing more. Nothing less.
You swear youâre seeing the pearly gates spread wide open before your very eyes. âO-oh my god-â Reaching your hands up, Nanami lowers his strong body further into yours. Pushing you down against the dinner table, the pressure from all sides is too much that you have to claaaw down his perfect back. âKento, whatâfuck. I didnât know that it could feel like this-â
And deep inside, you can feel his thickened tip flinching. Directly at your g-spot. âMhm?â
âYeah-â Voice shattering in your throat as his circumference swells just a few millimeters thicker inside of you. He was growing even bigger, harder, just by the sensations of your slurping cunt. âI-it just feels so good- Iâve never been fucked like this.â
âHoneyâŠâ Nanamiâs mean yet pointed tone makes you stare up at him. âYouâve never been fucked before me.â
âOh.â
âYour virginity is mine.â
âOh.â
Just that gone on his cock that youâd almost forgotten - even the realization itself seems to take up too much storage inside your already-muddled brain. Now filled with only the thought of him nâ his achingly hot cockâpouring out bucketloads of precum until it sloshed around inside.
Inside and inside.
Stirring âround and âround with his probinâ cockhead. He pushes deep into spots that you hadnât even known existed, let alone could be smooched away by his pulsating shaft. He constantly whacks your g-spot until it feels numb.
Enough to render you speechless-Â
ââgraduated.â
And that makes your eyes blink open. âWh-what?âÂ
âOh, honeyâŠâ Nanami plants a loving peck on your lips- until that peck turns into a rugged bite. âWhat world are you on, hm? Sâmy cock that good? Awww, my poor girlâhere.â Nanamiâs perspired forehead sticks against yours. This time, heâs staring deeply into your eyes as he pronounces the words, âYouâve graduated.â
You cock your head in confusion, âFrom university?â
He chuckles, fine lines popping out from the edges of his eyes. Youâre noticing that his glasses have slightly fogged up by now- âNo, silly girl. From my lessons.â
âOhâŠâ Pouting, âBut I liked your lessons, Kento.â
âMmmm, youâll like this one even more.â Dipping down- Nanami presses his stern lips right to the shell of your left ear. Whispering as if a secret shared by no one but the two of you in this world, âRemember how Yuji mentioned he wanted a little brotherâŠâ
A jolt goes through your body- as does the realization.
âIf youâd like then-â
âYes.â You know it might be rash. But looking at him like this - looking at Nanami Kento so deep in the pangs and plunges of his carnal pleasure - how could you deny what you want? âYesââ
The blond manâs breaths start to grow heavier, eyes slightly widened. For the first time in the longest time, he actually looks like his usually-sensible self. Those molten eyes of his search yours for an answer- âHoney, really think this throu-â
âI did.â Youâre insisting. And if that wasnât enough, he could feel your wobbly ankles surge with the strength to lock âround his neck. âInside, Kento.â
Nanamiâs mouth moves noiselessly with an answer, but his cock does all the swelling. So painfully hard that you were sure it was tougher than rocks-
And thereâs only one thing left for you to do. âInsideâŠsir.â
If he was any less of a gentleman - of a man, really - then Nanami wouldâve cum inside you then and there. At least in his mindâwhich was focused solely on digging his heels into the carpet, solely on gritting his teeth and holding his damn cock back from pouring out those wads of cum like he knew he wanted to.
Was on the verge of doing.
He was instead collapsing the entirety of his weight upon your body- feeling your limbs strain, hearing your joints pop. But not even that noise crackling in his eardrums is enough to get the man to slow down.
Now he was just fucking you sloppyâgrunts filtering between his grit canines by the minute. By the thrust. âThe first to fuck you.â And what a rare occasion: to hear the ever-eloquent Nanami Kento stutter. âIâll be the first to breed you too, my dear.â
âOhâfuck, yes.â Your entire body shivers in excitement. You could feel the pit of pleasure starting to grow in your stomach.Â
âIâll be the first to give this pretty cunt a taste of cum.â And you could hardly believe that such a sinful sentence was leaving the confines of his mouthââSheâs probably so thirsty by now, no? Iâll be the first to quench that thirst, my dear, just you wait-â Pinching your clit between the fingers on his right hand once more. â-mama.â
Really, if you were calling him âsirâ then it was only fair for him to call you by that pretty nickname. Something primal awakens inside of you-
âIâll be the first one to stuff this pretty pussy-â Nanami gurgles out, eyes locking in on your stomach. That was where his rounded tip occasionally made an appearance by bulging through your flesh nâ skin as he fucked inside you. â-with so much of my cum that youâll be bloated.â
You gasp hysterically, âYes-â So turned on that it almost hurt - you wanted him. Now. âYes, yes, yesââ
âIâll be the first to make you feel me in here- for weeks. Months.â Thrust after thrust. Pinch after pinch. It was incredible how much he was stimulating you to tears- âIâll be the first whereâwhen you walk down the street, everyone will know that I fucked you. Everyone will know that- that this pretty pussy is mine, that Iâm the one fuckinâ her and stuffing her andâand giving her my cum every night.â
Rolling a sweet, sweet heart on top of your clit.
âTheyâll know that Iâm the one fuckinâ the cute, sweet lilâ nannyâall of them. The professors. Those parents at pick-up. Your friends. My friends.â He chuckles darkly. And he doesnât care whoâd be scandalized. âWanna know why, my honey?â
âWh-whyââ You sob out.
And he leans in to whisper in your ear- âBecause Iâll be the one making you a momma.â
Until youâre all round and glowing with his seed.
Until youâre so full of him that you canât take anymore.
Until youâre so stuffed that you wouldnât be able to hide it- he hopes youâre walking âround with his cum between your legs for weeks.
Itâs taking only that and a single puuuush against your g-spot for you to topple off the edge of your high. Bliss pumping through your veins in waves, you couldnât escape from the constant throb and ebb of it. Dimming the edges of your vision. Making the lights seem brighter.
Again and again and againâ
Heâs probinâ inside that swollen cockhead to push you through the bouts of your pleasure. In the time heâs had you like this, Nanamiâs already mapped out where every single one of your sweetest spots where- and first heâll thwack! his hand upon your clit. Then heâll move onto your tender bruised spots at the rim, then his cock delves deeper until heâs hitting your g-spotâthen again and again heâs knockinâ on your womb.
Filling it with so much of his cum.
âBreathe.â Your orgasm hits you so hard that you have to manually control your breathing- and Nanamiâs right beside you. Walking you through every step, every exhale and inhale. âBreathe iiiiiin.â
Youâre sucking in a breath. âFuck-â
And itâs just then that heâs emptying out a particularly powerful wave of his own euphoria. Balls clenching as his ribbony white cum leaks near your cervix- with your breath sucked in, youâre only feeling the sensations even stronger. âAnd out.â
Panting out with a whine. âFuuuuck- f-feels so good.â
Too good, almost.
You never knew it could feel like this to have someone pourinâ out all their lecherous sap inside of you- the thick layers clinging onto either side of your walls. Thereâs so much of it - so much volume that you wondered just how he managed to keep it all stuffed inside - frothing out and forming a circle of white âround Nanamiâs hilt. Gleaming with every thrust. Puddling out and sticking your thighs togetherâÂ
Head throwing slightly back, though still peeking at you through his lashes. âHoneyâŠâ
Nanamiâs gruff tone makes you jump. âYes?â Still slightly twitching from the aftershocks of your incredible high.
He stares into your eyes with a slight smile. Something unreadable. âYou forgot the seventh lesson earlier.â
The seventh�
Oh.
Oh.
Fuck.
Itâs with a sudden cold thrill that youâre registering what he said- and remembering the mistake youâd made during your recitations earlier. âI-it was to cum all over-â
âThatâs quite alright, my dear. No need to tell me now.â Nanami smiles the sweetest smile that makes your cunt start to throb - his eyes shuttered closed, his lips pecking yours. His cock shovels a long, hard thrust inside youââBut I will have to rescind your graduation.â
You gape, âWhat, why-â
âUntil youâre completely and fully stuffed by me.â He grumbles out the rest of his statement. His condition.Â
Hands rovering all over your body, Nanami makes sure that every slight tingle of your high has passed before heâs pulling out of you with a loud sluuuuurp! Immediately scooping you up into a princess carry nâ walking in the direction of his bedroom.
It isnât long before you find yourself draped over Nanami Kentoâs large mattress - on all fours so that he can slip inside you with ease. Pumping away immediately- âUntil youâre fuckinâ pregnant, consider that youâre still taking lessons.â
Youâre sobbing into your newly-caught pillow. âOhâoh fuck.â
To which Nanami leans over and snatches your neck into a fucking headlock- his strong biceps pushing against the sides of your throat. âHappy Valentineâs Day, my dear. When this is all done- fuck, mâgonna show you how much I love you.â
âI l-love youââ Feeling his rounded tip immediately pierce across your g-spot and towards your womb. Full. â-too.â
âMmm, I love you more.â Watching as you shake and quiver. âWeâll get you something sweet after this, honey, donât you worry.â He hums- before sneaking a look at the both of you through the mirror in his bedroom and chuckling.Â
Ruined. Completely and utterly ruined.
âIf we make it out of Valentineâs Day alive, that is.âÂ
Maybe Shoko could babysit Yuji a little longer?
âPapaâs gonna do his best to try for a second child, alright?â
.
.
.
Morning shed its sunlight like the clothes upon Nanamiâs apartment floor.
A stream of white-gold Sun, the richness of the day, enters through his windows and splays out perfectly on the bed. It dapples light across his naked chest and leaves him stirringâ
Valentineâs Day.
The dinner.
The table.
You. Being taken on the table.
Afterwards on this very bed, afterwards on the damn bedroom floor after he heard a snap coming from somewhere on the bed frame. Heâd shovelled himself nâ his gooey white sap inside you until the Sun had risenâ
And itâs enough to make him jerk upright in his bed.
Blankets falling around his waist, sleepy eyes scanning the room for any sign of you.
From here, he couldnât see whatâd been made of your clothes in the dining room- or your panties in his bedroom. But it was obvious that you werenât here. If from your physical presence, then from the warmth you brought into his drafty Tokyo home.
Just to make sure, he casts several wide-eyed looks around the room - breath-still in case there was a single noise from the kitchen - and stillâŠnothing. Absolutely nothing.
Thereâs a sinking feeling in his chest that he doesnât want to make sense of.
Of course, what was he thinking? Heâd saidâŠthose words to you last night- but just because youâd said them back didnât mean it was real. It was probably in the heat of the moment, youâd probably snuck out before dawn broke so you didnât have to face him. Youâd probably woken up disgusted.
He didnât blame you - there were no promises between the two of you. And even if there had been, he knows he canât find it in himself to get angry at you.
If anything - if you chose to quit after this - he supposes heâll have to start looking for a nanny again. Something in Nanamiâs chest twists, and he reaches up to rub the spot where his heart was.
He wouldnât mind the long and tedious process if it still led him back to you. He wouldnât mind the long and tedious process if it meant you were there with him - not as a nanny, just yourself being you.
It was a cold morning.
And Nanami Kento was clenching his sheets, just about to throw his legs over the side of the bed and get outâhe needed to put away his clothes anyways before Shoko came with Yuji. What was the time anyway? It was his off-day today, and maybe he could take Yuji out to the park to take his mind off of-
And itâs then that several things happen at once.
Nanamiâs eyes catch the face of the clock on his bedside cabinet: 12:48PM.
Nanamiâs jaw drops at just how late it is.
Nanami snatches his phone off of the cabinet and makes to race outside while calling Shoko-
And he makes it about two frantic steps, too, before getting stopped by a sudden squeal of laughter. Loud and bubbling. Euphoric.
Of course, it was none other than his son.Â
Echoing a short burst of laughter throughout the apartment- before abruptly cutting himself off with a pronounced âshhhhhh!â It rings even louder than his laugh, and reaches Nanamiâs ears alongside some words. âSowwy! Yuji promises not to wake papa!â
And Nanamiâs brows furrow, wondering whether Shoko had somehow managed to forge a key to his apartment and get in. Before out of nowhereâyour voice is the one that answers him.
âSâalright, sunshine.â Youâre using that nickname he always did. Sleepiness was still laced into your tone, and he could tell it hadnât been long since you mustâve waddled away.Â
Since you mustâve put away the clothes in the dining room, since you mustâve opened the door for Yuji - Nanami would hate to imagine the smug look on Shokoâs face then, but the surplus of texts from her were already doing the job. âPapa needs to be awake for breakfast-in-bed, doesnât he?â
The smell of pancakes drifts through the bedroom door - along with Yujiâs answering call. âTrueâŠbut what if papa wonât wake up?â
âThen we eat the pancakes.â
âYesââ Yuji echoes, âThank you, Cupid.â
âHm?â
âBecause Cupid made you nâ papa married, right?â But of course. It leaves you stunned for a few seconds, and Yuji obliviously chattering. âIâve always wanted to keep you- papa, too. Even though I know he wonât sayâcan we keep you now, Ms. Nanny?â
Your voice sounds slightly thicker than before. âYou can keep me as long as you want, Yuji.â
âThank you, Cupid!â
Two evil cackles, and the sound of footsteps.
Youâre opening the door with a flood of sunlight and a tray of pancakes in your hand. Yuji rushes in after you with a call of âgood morningâ - and by the smile on your faceâŠyeah.
Yeah, it really is a good morning.
He still doesnât know how to explain to Yuji that the two of you arenât married yet, however.
Itâs in an hour that you finally break the news- but rush to assure the little boy before he bursts into tears, that he could âkeep youâ as long as he wanted. And that the two of you were togetherâyes, together together. Nanami puts off answering Shoko (she ambushes him for gossip the very next day).Â
Itâs in a month that you start officially calling yourselves lovers - boyfriend and girlfriend, whatever it is. It seems like so much more than that, however. And so Nanami just settles for introducing you as his partner at those tedious work dinners.
Itâs in a few more months that those work dinners become the last heâs attending. Because Nanami Kento quits that damn job, using everything heâs saved up to buy a little bakery and a house just a small ways off from the heart of the city - not quite the countryside as he once imagined, but this was good, too. It was still a manageable distance from your university and Yujiâs school, and yet so much bigger than the apartment.
Itâs in a year that Nanamiâs bakery is at the height of business - a figure that will only keep growing as the years pass by. Word spreads far and wide about those treats- and soon enough, heâs forced to fire extra hands and more part-timers than he ever thought would be needed. The little bakery grows into a big bakery, with time.
You couldnât have been more happy to see those dark circles underneath his eyes cease for once, to see him pursue his dreams. Yuji couldnât have been more happy to get all the sweet treats he couldâve ever wished for.
And now, Nanami could buy him all the car beds he couldâve ever wished for.
He also starts looking into wedding rings.
He still isnât sure about a Spiderman-themed wedding, but he knows heâll be baking the cake.
A/N. Hehehe that Nanami and the flowers scene was inspired by my father having a tradition to always buy me a bouquet as well today.
wrote this so it would make me sleepy enough to go to bed
Zuko wakes up in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed empty and cold. he tosses the covers off him before he jumps off the bed, not even bothering to put his slippers on. He snatches his robe hung up on the bedpost and slips it on as he hurries out of the bedroom, thoughts going a mile a minute. he's about to dash past your shared chambers' private living room when your voice stops him in his tracks. He turns, spotting you sitting in the dark, a giant book in your hands and the only source of light being the moon shining through the windows.
"You've got to be kidding me." He snaps groggily as he stomps toward you, his glare stern despite the sleepy haze still clouding his eyes. "Have you been up all this time reading?"
You nod immediately, knowing there's no point in lying. "Book was getting good."
"How can you even see? I keep telling you you're gonna mess up your vision."
"My six eyes see everything" You mumble under your breath, marking the page and shutting the book.
"What?" His brows furrow as he takes the book from you to set aside.
"Nothing." You try to reach for the book only for him to snatch it up and place it out of your reach.
"Unbelievable," He huffs and then he leans down to pick you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice before heading back to the bedroom. "You're going to bed right now."
You sag against him before trying to bargain. "Can I at least finish that last chapter?"
The swat to your ass is the only response you get.
Synopsis: in which popular girl!reader is done with shitty players and wants to try the newest delicacy: virgin nerds. Itâs game on to seduce the physics student, who seems more than ready to abandon his life of celibacy.
But their arrangement only works if theyâre both on the same page. What happens when one expects a little more than sex?
Is it game over?
Chapter FOUR: Gojo is a thing of the past, at least thatâs what you keep telling yourself as you try to get over him by being under other people, but why does he still keep haunting you? Why canât he let you go?
Content: angst, fluff and smut all in one chapter, there's alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanism, sex with other people, cameos from other JJK character, not proofread - pls let me know if you spot typos!
Word Count: 11.3k
Chapter THREE - Masterlist
You lied.Â
You see him sometimes, around campus.Â
Heâs always with friends. Most times friends youâve met â Yuji, Inumaki, Ijichi, Haibara, even that âShoâ girl â and other times with people you havenât. Sometimes he doesnât see you, and heâll have that bright smile on his face as he talks to people animatedly about something sciency, youâre sure.Â
And other times, he does.Â
When that happens, you either turn away fast enough that you donât get to see his smile drop or see him wear whatever expression you think heâll have, or you canât tear your eyes away quickly enough to miss the half hearted wave he gives you.Â
Itâs better when he doesnât see you, you think. That wave is more crushing than anything heâd say.Â
Naturally, youâve blocked him.Â
You always block guys youâre done with. It gives you peace of mind. Except this guy doesnât; you wonder all the time if heâs tried contacting you, and what heâs said. Maybe he changed his mind and begged for you to give him another chance, maybe he declared his undying love for you, maybe heâll vow to dedicate himself to you for the rest of time.Â
None of those are likely though, because he would have chased after you the first couple times he spotted you on campus. But he hasnât. Not even once. And you walk away slowly on purpose to give him the opportunity.
Heâs never taken it.
âSo, itâs over?â Brittany asks, plucking her eyebrows in her vanity, and occasionally looking at you through the mirror. âYou ended it with him?â
Youâre in her apartment, spread eagle on her bed and staring up at the ceiling wondering why she doesnât have glow-in-the-dark stickers of stars. Her place smells like vanilla candles and expensive setting spray. Usually youâd fawn over the delicate scent, now youâre left feeling more suffocated.
Itâs tradition for you to go crying to her after every heartbreak, but youâre not crying right now. Youâre just taking shallow breaths. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Careful not to inhale too deeply in case something inside you splinters.
âSure,â you say.Â
She sighs and puts her plucker down. âBabes, you donât have to pretend youâre okay â Iâm not going to gossip to those bitches, or any bitches, you know that.â
Through your lashes, you stare at her. Brittanyâs been your friend since you were children. Two girls meant for more than the provincial life you were born in, destined to wear hot pink mini skirts and tight dresses in a conservative town. Youâve followed each other your entire lives â sleepovers, first kisses, college applications half-finished at her kitchen table â and you know her loyalty is to you before any man. You can tell her anything.
Despite that, you still say, âI am okay. Heâs just some nerd, Iâm gonna be fine, trust me.â
Her pursed lips suggest she wonât be trusting you.Â
Which is fine.Â
Youâre not exactly trying very hard to convince her â youâre wearing a hoodie and sweatpants for Prada sake. Sure, itâs a sexy pink hoodie and Juicy Couture sweatpants, but the outfit tells the whole story. This is your version of waving a white flag. Hair unstyled. Makeup smudged into yesterday. No armor. She knows youâre devastated, and highkey suicidal, and you canât bring yourself to pretend otherwise.Â
You just canât say it. You canât say the words, say that for the first time in your life youâre actually experiencing real heartbreak, and itâs robbing you of the ability to breathe.Â
It hurts.
It hurts a lot.Â
All the other times donât even compare. The other times had you moping for a bit, stalking socials until your eyes burned, comparing yourself to whoever the bastard cheated on you with, buying curses from Etsy witches at 2 a.m., and eventually getting over them by getting under someone else. Youâd call it empowerment. Reinvention. A glow-up.
This time, however, you donât do any of those things. You donât even think about getting revenge. You donât want to hurt him. Itâs not like he said anything wrong to begin with. He was probably right actually; youâre not in love with him. He was just nice and you liked it.Â
This time youâre just tired.Â
Bone-deep tired. The kind sleep doesnât fix. And you so desperately want to sleep the day away, you want to let the paint on your toes crack and peel off, for your acrylics to grow out, lashes to fall off, and for your body to wither away.Â
âIs there a cute bridge nearby I can jump off?â
Brittany fixes you a blank look. âNot funny.â Then she groans, coming to stand over you and smacks you with a pillow. âGet up. Iâm tired of your bad vibes ruining my Me Time. Why donât you do some retail therapy? That always made you feel better, didnât it?â
Releasing a heavy breath, you tell her, âI already did. I have boxes upon boxes in my room still unopened. I tried to find happiness at the bottom of a shopping cart, and Iâve dug myself into further debt. It didnât even make me feel better.â
None of the cute thongs or super high high heels youâve gotten numbed the pain for even a second. You did look really cute in everything you bought though.Â
A ping goes off on her phone. She checks it.Â
Then she slams her hands on the bed, making you bounce. Brittany squeals. You wince.
âOkay, you better wax that hairy, depressed vaj of yours because weâve got a frat party to sleep our way through tonight.â
âNo,â you groan, already feeling the hangover clouding your mind. âIâm not in a partying mood.â
âThatâs too damn bad because youâre coming with me and thatâs that.â
Surprisingly strong hands roll you off the bed and drag you into the bathroom, and you know youâre going to walk out of here sore and bruised and in tears.Â
Terrific.
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Itâs been a while since youâve been at a party, and you have missed it â the fun songs that get your hips swaying without permission, the sting of alcohol that burns a clean line down your throat and washes any doubts and stress away, and not to mention the hypnotic gyration of bodies that mutes insecurities and self-consciousness for a moment.Â
The air is thick with sweat, cheap cologne, something sickly sweet, and it feels like slipping back into a skin you used to live in. This is a damn good party, courtesy of Alpha Alpha Alpha and its president, Sukuna Ryomen â the kind of party people talk about all semester, the kind that makes freshmen reckless and seniors nostalgic for the rest of their lives.
Since you left him on read, he hasnât texted you; heâs not the type to chase. The fact that he reached out at all to begin with would have won you over if you werenât so in love withâ
âWhere have you been, doll?â
You grimace at the term of endearment.
You know, without looking back, that the captain of the hockey team has crept up behind you, whispering loudly in your ear so you can hear him over the blaring bass of the music. His firm hands grip your hips, hauling your ass to his front where he grinds his semi unashamedly.
âAround,â you reply, sipping on your cranberry vodka whilst you feel the music course through your veins, a synthetic courage buzzing under your skin.
Scarred lips graze the shell of your ear. âYeah? Well, I missed ya. Missed this sexy ass and tight pussy. Wanna let me have my fill upstairs, like old times?â
Elbowing him off with a scowl, you say, âNo, Fushiguro. Not after you slept with Jeanette before making me suck your dick the same night â that was freaking disgusting, by the way.â
âIt was hot for me.â
His annoying laugh catches the attention of people around. Guys give him a nod of recognition and girls bite their lips, and both look him up and down with desire and envy. When they see the hand he has making its way to grope your tit through your thin shirt, the ones who want him and only him snarl before turning away, and the ones that want you too grin knowingly.
This was your life beforeâŠhim.
Hated for being pretty and popular, and lusted for exactly the same reasons. A month or two ago, you wouldâve been high from the attention, dizzy on it, collecting glances everywhere you go. Now youâre just exhausted.Â
Despite that, you feel some dull thrill growing from where he touches you â a familiar, shallow spark that promises distraction if nothing else.
Lips murmur kisses up and down your neck, hands squeeze your hip and breast, his body presses insistently against yours. Toji has always been a fun time; he knows exactly what heâs doing and has never left you unsatisfied. Heâs easy. Predictable. Safe in the way a bad habit is safe.
But you shouldnât.
You didnât even want to be at this party, didnât want to be freshly waxed all over, all shiny and glittery, didnât want to be dancing or drinking, or groped by some horny asshole who has no sense of loyalty, and you suspect actually likes causing girl drama.
All you wanted was hiâ to be alone.
As youâre about to shove him off for good, you catch a flash of white in the corner of your eyes. Your head snaps in the direction, heart lurching stupidly in your chest. Shoulders slump in disappointment soon after.
And even if he was here, what were you going to do? Beg? Apologise? Roll over and flash him your pussy like it was going to convince him youâre good enough to be loved?Â
âCome on, ma,â Toji mutters. âLemme make you feel good. Iâll make you forget all about that guy youâve been with.â
âWhat guy?â you weakly ask, suddenly feeling lightheaded, like the room has tilted on its axis.
Toji spins you around, gripping the back of your neck to keep you in place as he grins down at you. âThe nerd, doll. The rich one. Nora was telling me all about how smitten you were.â
âYou mean when she was bouncing on your dick?â you scoff. Who told him he could call Eleanor by a nickname?
He smacks a wet kiss on your glossy lips, leaving behind the wheaty taste of beer. âNah, ainât nobody having full conversations when theyâre on my dick â she was on my face, which you could be in ten seconds if you follow me upstairs.â
A harsh smack warms your ass cheek.Â
âDonât make me wait long.â
With that, he leaves you.
Coldness wafts over your body that not even the warm bodies around you can fill.
Then, youâre having a moment of clarity â youâre standing in the middle of the room with a drink you didnât ask for, bass rattling your bones, sweat and cheap perfume clinging to the air in a sickly way. Strobe lights slice everyone into fragments. Laughter sounds warped, metallic.
This was your scene, your thing, your routine. Not Legoâs and fantasy movies, gameboards, Mariokart, and good fucking sex that ends in cuddles and kisses. Not slow mornings and shared blankets and someone looking at you like you were more than a spectacle.
Yet, tonight it all feels wrong, like youâre wearing someone elseâs skin. Brittanyâs off blowing someoneâs brains out, youâre sure, and you know she wonât mind if you leave as long as you let her know, and so you keep thinking youâll leave after one song, after one sip, after one more person tells you how good you look.
You donât.
Because the moment the beat drops, the ache in your chest dulls just a little. The thoughts that circle his name â his voice, his hands, the way he used to look at you when you laughed like you werenât performing â get shoved to the back of your skull by flashing lights and bodies pressed too close.
Itâs addictive, this numbness. The way strangersâ smiles demand nothing of you. The way dancing lets you pretend youâre still the girl who came here for fun instead of survival. You hate that it works. You hate that youâre already planning the next party, even as you swear this one will be your last.
Because you can pretend as much as you like that youâre no longer the same girl, that youâve learnt, grown, evolved, but deep down, you know, as much as everyone else does, you will never be more than a cheap thrill.
So, you push your way through the crowd, dumping your drink in some plant thatâs probably fake, heading for the wide open door which leads into the night and back home, where itâs safe, where itâs quiet, where he wonât be, and turn right to the stairs.
âTook you long enough,â someone says, smirking and palming his hard-on through his jeans.Â
Tojiâs waiting by the door, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders and mouthing at your neck as someone else eyes you up and down.
âRyomen,â you say. âDid you have to set a trap for me?â
He pushes off the bed, strolling over to you. Tattooed hands grope your ass, pulling you flush to his front. The frat president of Alpha3 licks the seam of your lips, tickling the surface with his tongue piercing. He rasps, âYouâre a flighty thing, sue me.â
The other guy slides his hand up your skirt, squeezing your ass and letting a finger push in under your thong, where youâre still not very wet at all. He curses and spits on his fingers, then rubs it on your pussy. Toji huffs and notes, âSheâs been distracted by that Gojo kid, too busy to suck our dicks.â
Sukuna tuts. âBad girl. You know this pussy likes to be passed around.â
âQuit it with the talking,â you drawl, grabbing both of their dicks to hear them groan and shut the fuck up. âPut your honey where your mouth is.â
They laugh.Â
âGod, youâre fucking stupid. Itâs almost a turn off.â
âWhat do I always say? Let your cunt do all the talking, doll, remember? Itâs smarter than you, thatâs for sure.â
You roll your eyes. âIs someone gonna eat my pussy or what?â
Toji grunts. âWeâre gonna get to that, donât you worry.â
Falling back on the bed, one holds you by your waist as you come to straddle his lap like youâve done many times before, and the other settles behind, pinning you between them.
Clothes fall to the floor, and the party downstairs becomes a mere hum through the moans and groans of three bodies joining.
And for the night, you do forget all about him.
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âDo you believe in love?â
The blond man slides his gaze back to you as though heâd forgotten youâre lying naked on his bed, messy hair creating a halo around your head on his pillow. Heâs tucking himself back in his slacks, zipping it, before buckling the belt he hadnât even fully removed before he thrusted inside you.
Heâs a professor of History. A father. Widowed.Â
Youâve had a sexual relationship with him since first year, when he met you at a bar and you made up some story about being a working woman at some law firm. Heâd taken you back to his place, fucked you in a way not many of the boys from your hometown had ever, and was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you at orientation.Â
Professor Nanami was kinda disgusted with you, and with himself. He refused to see you for weeks, shrugging you off when youâd cozy up to him in the hallways. But he couldnât resist you for very long.Â
Of course not.Â
How could he when you wore the tightest, shortest skirts around him? When you had foregone bras under your basically see-through tops, batting your lashes and bending over his desk âto pick something up on the other side?â
Maybe it was because his wife had just died, or was dying âyou didnât think to ask for the details â or maybe he just really liked you, but youâve had a consistent relationship ever since he caved and ate you out on his desk. Every Monday evening, his least favourite day of the week, youâd pop by his place and get your back blown out.
Always the same position â prone bone. Your face buried in the pillows, ass hiked up, head occasionally banging against the headboard.Â
First he eats you out, you blow him, and then heâs inside you.Â
Like clockwork.
No kissing, not much talking, no staying over.Â
There used to be a time when youâd push it. When youâd pretend heâd fucked you to exhaustion and you couldnât lift a single muscle, hoping heâd let you stay just this once, but he was insistent; heâd rustle you awake, a stern look on his face, and with painkillers and a glass of water by the bedside table.
He wouldnât even let you leave a toothbrush at his place.Â
It was easy to start things back up with him. You showed up at his office, knocking and with a sultry grin. He pushed his chair back, beckoned you over with two fingers, and you thought he might say something like he missed you or ask where youâve been. He didnât. He just guided you down to kneel between his legs.
The rest was history, as they say, which is funny because heâs a History professor!
Nanami runs a hand through his hair.
âYes.â
You roll onto your side, propping your head up on your palm, watching him button his shirt with the kind of care one would reserve for defusing bombs: each button fastened with intention, each cuff aligned, crisp, controlled, contained. Itâs almost military. Or maybe militant. What would Sâ
Nope. Donât go there.
Happy to get an answer from him, you enquire, âDid you love your wife?â
He stills at that, but recovers quickly. Clasping his watch on his wrist, he wonders, âWhy do you ask?â
âOh, you know,â you reply as casually as you can, prodding the wet spots left on the bedsheets, âjust curious. You never really talk about her.â
âBecause the dead should be left where they are.â
Thereâs no bite in it. Just fact.
You sit up, the sheet slipping to your waist. He doesnât look. Not out of disgust. Not out of desire. Simply discipline. As if youâre another detail in the room to catalogue and move past. Whereas other guys would have greedily drank up your figure to get fired up for another round. You donât mind it.
Getting to your feet, you tug on your underwear. You remark, âYouâre a History prof â isnât it your whole thing to not let the dead rest?â
That gets a slight quirk of his lips. âIâm a contrarian.â
âFigures.â You huff. Then, you insist. âSo? Did ya?â
Nanami meets your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. He doesnât smile when he answers, âWith all my heart.â
That doesnât make you jealous, doesnât make you sad or angry. Itâs just what it is. But it does make you think. Voice quieter, you ask, âHow do you know if you love someone? Like, really love them, and not like just be horny for them?â
âDid you meet someone?â
At surface level, itâs conversational. Polite. However, you know from years of office sex and Monday fuckings that Nanamiâs not the kind of person to pry; heâs being cautious, worried that you mean him. It almost makes you laugh.Â
âNo, I was just wondering,â you say, trying to comb through your hair.Â
He hums, handing you your phone.
So predictable.Â
Men are always so frightened by the prospect of you falling in love with them, as if youâre so fucking terriblem, as if it means youâll be baby trapping them. And yeah, maybe you are terrible. Youâre shallow, dumb, and mean. Maybe he saw that and thatâs why he didnât want you for more than a wet pussy.Â
But you canât change who you are at the very rotten coreâŠ
Can you?
Soon, youâre being taken to the door, and just as youâre about to leave you look back at him, watching him already closing the door.
âYou never answered my question.â
Nanami doesnât need to ask for clarification to know what question youâre talking about. He pauses for a second, and itâs a rare moment of hesitation you donât see him take very often at all. The manâs knowledgeable, wise, older. Whateverâs crossing his mind you probably couldnât ever hope to understand. Perhaps he wonât answer. Perhaps heâll even scold you for prying.Â
But he doesnât.
Staring down at you, he says, âWhen every minute of every day without them is like dying a thousand deaths without any of the relief, and you can only hope to forget them for a second.â
And the doorâs shut in your face.
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âThank you for meeting me again!â
Yuji sits across from you at a cafe on the top floor of the student union building. Heâd asked to meet, to treat you to coffee and cake after helping him get a date with a girl.
You wanted to say no. The idea of hanging out with his friend was weird. And youâd been wondering how much he had told them about everything, if heâd told them you were some psycho, and that he never wants to see you again. You thought that Yuji might cuss you out, might call you a dirty whore or something. But he insisted. Pleaded. And youâre not against free things.Â
âItâs whatever. Iâm just glad she said yes after all the work we put in.â
âNo, seriously,â he says, pushing the slice of strawberry shortcake toward you like an offering. âYou saved my life.â
âThatâs dramatic.â You take a bite, thinking about how a certain someone loves sweet things more than you do and heâd devour this in seconds.Â
âItâs not! Do you know how many times I almost texted her âheyâ with four yâs?â He shudders. âYou stopped me from ruining everything.â
You snort despite yourself. âYouâre welcome for protecting you from yourself.â
He grins, then softens a little. âShe said I seemedâŠthoughtful. That I actually listened to her.â
âWell,â you shrug, stirring your iced latte a little too hard, âyou did. Eventually.â
He laughs. âAfter you made me rewrite that message six times.â
âSeven, actually.â
âSeven,â he concedes easily. Yuji pipes up, eyes sparkling with excitement. âIâm taking her to an arcade this weekend, then weâll get some boba, walk around for a bit.â
No oneâs ever taken you to an arcade or gotten you boba. Is this how nerds date? Is that what heâs doing with some girl right now? Did he ever think about taking you on a date like that? What kind of boba does he like? Probably something insanely sweet and elaborate, heâd convince you to try it despite your complaining, and itâd turn out to be your most favourite thing in the world.
The third floor is busy â cutlery clinking, espresso machines hissing, students drifting past with backpacks and too-loud laughter. You keep your eyes on the condensation sliding down your cup. Â
A barista calls out a complicated order. A group of girls squeal over something on a phone screen. A tall figure in white passes near the railing and your spine stiffens before you can stop it.
Not him.
Different build. Different posture.
You take a sip of your drink even though itâs gone watery.
Yuji softly says, âHe does that too.â
Your eyes dart to him. He hadnât said his name, and yet your heartâs pounding as if he had. So fucking pathetic. Shuffling in your seat, you say, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âHeâs always looking around every room, looking at whoever walks in through the door, eyeing the crowds. He even smiles when he thinks he sees you, then frowns when itâs someone else,â Yuji elaborates. Thereâs a bittersweet expression on his face, and you wonder if he wears one too. You pretend your heart doesnât skip a beat at the thought that he might be searching for you in every face that passes by. âI think he really misses you.â
âNo, he doesnât,â you reply immediately, before your brain could even process the words. Then you sit up, meeting his eyes for the first time since sitting across from the pink-haired guy, who looks so much like some other guy you know. âYuji, we were never in a real relationship, did he tell you that?â
That furrows his brows. âWhat do you mean?â
So he didnât.
âIt was a deal we made. I wonât go into the specifics,â you say, waving a hand. âBut we werenât actually dating. It was just pretend.â
Yuji shakes his head, leaning forward. âBut he was always talking about you, about the things you like, the things you donât. Heâd see clothes in stores and say, oh sheâd hate that, or that would suit her. Heâd text you all the time and well, Iâve never seen him smile at his phone like that before. Even movies weâd rewatch, heâd talk on and on about what you thought about it or how he thinks youâd hate it, and so he canât wait to watch it with you. None of that seemed like pretend to me.â
Every word builds the pit in your stomach, growing it bigger and bigger until you feel so heavy you think you could create your own gravitational pull, like someone had once explained the Sun does.Â
Voice trembling more than you want it to, you deny all of that. âIt was pretend. Heâs just really good at playing his part. But itâs not like we didnât get along. He just didnât loââ Love me, you wanted to say. Instead, you gulp, and continue, âHe just didnât like me like that.â
The guy shakes his head again. He looks so deeply troubled by the news, and wholly unconvinced.Â
âI think youâre wrong,â he says, then quickly adds, ârespectfully. Heâs quieter these days, always wanting to go out, stay at our place, and go to every event possible. Heâs always super tired now. I thought it was because you two had an argument; I didnât know it was because you broke up.â
âWe didnât break up,â you tell him, firmer than you intended it to come out. âWe just ended our deal. Itâs different.â
âNot to him,â Yuji argues. âHeâs clearly miserable. Iâve never seen him so down.â
You sip your drink, gaze flitting away so you wonât see the flashes of memories of a man you canât see right now in his eyes. Numbly, you say, âHeâs just missing the routine we had. Heâll get over it.â
 âCanât you two just make up?â
âNo, Yuji. Itâs not that simple.â
âIt can be.â
Tired of where the conversation headed, you stand up, fixing your skirt. âThanks for the coffee, and youâre welcome for helping you bag your girl. Good luck, and whatever.â
Then you leave before he can say anything else about him.
Inside the elevator, you slump against the mirror. Your face is reflected back all around you. Itâs unnerving to see the dark circles under your eyes and the slight shake in your eyeliner. You snatch your gaze away. Can everyone tell youâre grieving something that was never alive?Â
A ping warns that the elevator is stopping. Someone gets in, but youâre only looking at the buttons.Â
âDiapers?â
You freeze.Â
Beat up converse, blue jeans, white shirt under a blue sweater, full lips, glasses, and white hair.Â
Your heart drops to the ground floor.Â
Heâs really here.Â
And itâs just the two of you.Â
The air feels thinner somehow. The elevator suddenly feels too small. The mirrored walls reflect you from every angle â your stiff posture, his towering frame, the space between you that somehow feels charged.
The doors slide shut with a soft, definitive ding.
Youâre trapped.
âWhat are you doing here?â Satoru asks, smiling widely. He takes a step towards you reflexively, arms rising. You step back. His smile falters, but doesnât disappear altogether.Â
Steeling your spine, you reply coldly, âMeeting a friend.â
âOh.â He leans back against the mirror too, arms crossed. âI was studying. Got a big exam to prepare for. Itâs gonna be killer.â
âCool.â
Your voice comes out flat, but your pulse is screaming. The hum of the lights grows louder. The faint scent of his cologne â clean, annoyingly familiar â threads into your lungs and drags memories behind it.
Thereâs a tremble in your voice you hadnât shaken off. Can he hear it? Can he tell youâve been miserable? Is he rejoicing in it? Does he feel victorious? Validated?
Does he look at you and think, See? You were just confused.
Satoru wonders, âHow have you been then? What have you been up to?â
Who the hell does he think he is? How can he possibly talk to you so casually, like youâre long time friends passing each other by?Â
Inhaling deeply, you let out a tense breath. âLook, we donât have to do this. We donât have to be all good with each other. We were strangers to each other before and weâre strangers to each other now. No more and less.â
âNo more or less,â he corrects automatically.
âFuck off.â
You can hear the sheepish smile in his voice when he mutters, âSorry.â
The elevator shudders lightly as it passes another floor. Then his expression shifts. The brightness dims.
âI was genuinely asking,â he says, softer now. âI really am wondering how youâve beenâŠâ Then, even softer, he adds, âI missed you.â
No no no no no.
He canât talk to you like that, he canât say shit like that, he canât weaken your resolve, he canât pretend he fucking cares. He doesnât get to miss you after telling you you mistook gratitude for love. After implying you only wanted him because he was the first man who treated you like you mattered.
Hands shaking, you clench them into fists so he wonât see. âDonât.â
âI do,â he whispers, insistent. âI havenât been sleeping much since âcause I keep thinking about all the things I said.âÂ
You donât want to hear this.Â
You canât.Â
Youâre supposed to be moving on, accepting that what you had wasnât real, that it was all just some game. He wasnât supposed to be here; itâs too soon. You wanted to face him properly, completely unaffected so that heâd never know just how hurt you were.
Satoru steps closer. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry. I was flustered, yâknow, like you caught me off guard, andââ
âStop it, Satoru,â you hiss, whipping around.Â
Your breath gets caught in your throat.
Fuck he really does look terrible, or as terrible as he can possible look â he has dark circles under his eyes too, his hair looks like heâs been running his hands through them, pulling hard, and he looks even paler than usual. His sweater is fluffier than usual, Converse more scuffed, and thereâs a quake in his hands as they twitch.
When your eyes meet, through his glasses his gaze softens. âOh, baby.â
Heâs so close all it takes is one step to cross the distance, to hug him tightly, to yank him down for a kiss and wash everything away. Satoru smells the same as you remember, all clean and fresh, and itâs comforting, reassuring.Â
The door opens.
âThere you are,â a voice says. âDid you bring my clothes back from your place?â
Satoru breaks eye contact first, looking at the newcomer. He releases a breath, combing his hair back. âHey, Sho. Yeah, Iâve got them.â
Itâs her again.Â
Sheâs sucking on a lollipop, raising a brow at you. A smile plays on her lips. Itâs mocking, like she knows something you donât.
Itâs so easy for them to talk like that, isnât it? So casual, so natural, like theyâve been dating for years. Did you ever sound like that with him to others? Did people feel jealousy ripping them apart from the inside, threatening to bring them to their knees?Â
âGood for you, Gojo,â you snark. The words taste acidic. Petty. Beneath even you. But you canât stop them. âYouâre finally using your fixed dick to its fullest.â
âWhat? No, wait, babyââ
You leave, heels clacking on the polished floor.Â
Someone calls your name, panicked, but you donât turn around. Not even when the elevator doors slide shut behind you. Not even when the first tear slips down your cheek. Not even when the sob youâve been choking back finally breaks free in the empty corridor.
Thatâs really fucking good for him.
Just perfect.
Peachy.
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Heâs been trying to contact you.Â
A TheSmartest_1 had followed you on Insta. It had no profile picture, no other friends, no posts, but you knew who it was immediately. He sent a message. It plainly read: I didnât sleep with her, her washing machine broke. Pls unblock me.
It no longer matters to you if he did or didnât; youâve cried over it enough. Plus, itâs not like youâre some blushing virgin. But still, the thought of it didnât settle right, and even if he denies it, the damage to your heart has been done.
You set your account to private and removed him.Â
Then you received an email from one of your professors, talking about how someone had interrupted a lecture shouting your name, and that he had to inform this individual you donât attend your lectures, which was the cue for him to lecture you about the importance of good attendance and full investment in your education.Â
It confused you.Â
Not the scolding. Whatever Satoruâs up to.Â
A lot.Â
Why was he looking for you? Why was he trying to reach out? What else did he want? Was his dick broken and he wanted you to slap him back to health? Or did you leave something behind in his apartment?
The old you would have confronted him, asked him what the fuck he wanted, maybe blown him as a parting gift. The you now could only curl up in your bed, staring at the message and feeling tempted to hear him out.
Youâre curious, thatâs all.
Since the elevator, youâd been crying on and off. You ignored Brittanyâs attempts to see you, claiming to have mono, and definitely ignored Eleanor and Jeanetteâs accusations of you being pregnant.Â
You wish you were pregnant. At least then heâd have a reason to stick by you.Â
Itâs not too late to fake it, you suppose.Â
No, thatâs stupid.
No one would believe youâre pregnant with your impeccable figure.Â
Eventually, everyoneâs messages stopped, like they had accepted youâre a shut-in now. You didnât go to see Nanami on Monday, didnât seek out Choso for some weed and cunnilingus in the backseat, or Geto for an orgy with his groupies. And it was good.Â
Thereâs peace and quiet now.Â
You can do the bare minimum for your studies, donât have to do your makeup or shave or even wear anything other than some ratty T-shirt from home you never threw out.Â
But it also means listening to the voices in your head telling you youâre not good enough for anyone. It means having to bask in the dull clenches of your heart every time youâre reminded of him. It means rolling over in bed and reaching out for a warm body that pulls you in and mutters about how good you smell, and being jolted awake when your arm falls through air.Â
You canât even doomscroll anymore; your feedâs been corrupted by videos of people building Lego sets, of film analysis, of all the work the Gojo Foundation has been doing. Itâs like everywhere you look heâs there, and you canât bring yourself to look away. Once, you replayed the same video of him attending some event in a suit, with his hair slicked back, and his glasses swapped out for sunglasses, for hours.Â
When you shut your eyes, the video still played in your mind, like itâd been burnt into your retina.
A ping goes off on your phone.Â
Lazily, you pick it up and blink through the blur of your eyes, which had gotten used to the darkness of your room. Jeanette sent you a picture, and captioned it: I want the next turn when sheâs done with him.
You sit up.
Itâs a picture of two people. A man.
Him.
Heâs on campus, standing under a veranda as rain pours heavily, holding designer shopping bags â Tiffany, Chanel, Prada â and laughing with a girl.
âNo fucking way.â
The covers are thrown on the floor with the speed you jump out of bed, fighting through the sudden lightheadedness that threatens to send you falling, and hurriedly gathering your lipgloss and mini skirt off the floor. The curtains are torn open and the grey sky glares back at you. Itâs pouring.Â
It must have been taken recently, if not just now.
Sheets of rain slam against the windows, blurring the campus into watercolour streaks.
You move fast. Faster than you have in like a month. Shower on. Teeth brushed. Concealer under your eyes to hide the proof that your heartâs been shattered into a million pieces and not even nail glue could fix it back up.
You pick the tightest top you own. The shortest skirt. Something that says you are not the pathetic thing youâve been rotting into. Lip gloss swiped on. Hair brushed until it shines. Mascara layered thick. Youâd rather die than be seen all ugly and disgusting by anyone, least of all him and that skank.
The cold hits instantly when you step outside.
Rain soaks through your clothes within seconds, clinging the fabric to your skin. The mini skirt rides up as wind whips through campus, biting at your thighs. Your shoes splash through puddles with every march you make across the quad.
Students stare, point, laugh. You donât care.
Your phone is still open to the picture Jeanette sent. You zoom in as you walk. Itâs by the Quad, just a little away from the Physics building, where he liked to hang back in his free time to chat to professors in their offices.Â
The environment starts matching the background of the picture.
Youâre here.
And there he is.
Satoru fucking Gojo.
Under the stone veranda outside the humanities building, dry and sheltered, laughing like the world is light. He looks exactly like how he did in the picture, except now that you can see him in all of his glory, you can see thereâs even more designer bags hanging off his arms.Â
You can also see the girl beside him.
Itâs Brittany.
Your Brittany.
The girl who held your hair back when you threw up. Who listened to you cry about him. Who promised time will heal all wounds, who said she liked him for you.Â
Itâs really her.
What youâre seeing in front of you, the abomination that it is, is exactly what you expected, yet in your frantic hurry to be near perfect, youâd manage to convince yourself you saw wrong or it looked like her but it wasnât, or that Jeanette had done something to the picture.Â
But no, sheâs with him. Sheâs the one he was laughing with, the one that had stopped him from seeking you out. And heâs the reason she stopped texting you to ask if she could see you today or the next day. Â
The rain pounds down harder, plastering your hair to your face, your mascara threatening to bleed.
He sees you first.Â
His smile drops instantly. The bags go still in his hand. Brittany follows his gaze, confused. And when she sees you, her eyes widen in panic, in fucking guilt.
âBabeâŠâ she began, but you cut her off.
âWhat the fuck is this?â you demand. Your hands are shaking. Your entire bodyâs trembling, whether from the cold or from the delirious fury crackling inside of you, you couldnât tell.
âHeyââ he starts.
âShut up.â You donât even look at him. Your eyes are on her. On your best fucking friend. âHow could you?â you scream.
Jeanette, you expected. Eleanor too. But Brittany? Your Brittany, making a man who was never really yours hers?
Were you so unloveable that no one would consider your feelings for even one fucking minute? Was there something genuinely wrong with you? Did you have a corrupting force inside that makes everyone stab their daggers in your back?
Brittany steps forward. âItâs not what you think.â
âNot what I think?â You laugh, hysterical, gesturing wildly at the shopping bags and their general closeness. âYouâre on a date. With him. Youâre telling me Iâm mistaken?â
âItâs not a date,â she insists, exasperated.
Gojo cuts in, âIt isnât.â
âOh my God, donât.â Your voice is almost hoarse from how loud youâre shouting over the pounding of the rain, which threatens to send your legs buckling under you from its sheer force. âDo not stand there and pretend like you didnât ruin me and then move on to her.â
Water drips off your lashes. Youâre freezing now, teeth almost chattering, but adrenaline keeps you upright.
Brittanyâs hands reach for you. Your glare pins her to where she stands. In spite of that, she sighs and says, âYou need to calm down.â
âYou listened to me cry about him,â you say, voice cracking completely now. âYou told me he was bad for me. You said I deserved better, that I just need therapy. Is this your version of therapy? Sleeping with him?â
âStay out of it!â you snap at him. Even now, heâs defending her, choosing to protect her from you, because youâre some big monster in their eyes. Youâre the one trampling all over their Happy Ever After.Â
His jaw tightens.
Youâre soaked to the bone. Your fingers are numb. Your arms are goosebumped and aching, legs itchy from the cold. You must look insane â mascaraâs running down your face, stinging your eyes.
But you donât care.
Because theyâre dry. Sheltered. Together. And they look so fucking good together, so happy, and itâs you who wiped the smiles off their faces, itâs you whoâs disturbing them, ruining their day.
âYouâre dead to me,â you say to both of them.Â
Gojoâs expression shifts at that. Something almost pained flickers there.
But you donât stay to analyse it. You turn and walk away. No umbrella. No coat. Just the cold and the humiliation and the sound of your own ragged breathing as the sky roars above you.
Marching back the way you came, you pant, rain water dripping inside your mouth. It tastes salty. You donât see the people looking at you, the phones held up recording everything, and you donât know if Jeanette had seen everything.Â
You canât pretend you donât care about that, about any of this, because in all the years youâd spent debasing yourself over and over again for a shed of attention from some asshole, youâd never been more hurt, never been more devastated. Whatever was left of your heart has been set on fire, leaving behind ashes. And there were witnesses, videos thatâll remind you of the worst moment of your life.
Who are you going to turn to now?
Who was going to hug you, give you a pep talk, who was going to make you feel like a real person?Â
Who do you have?
âWait!â
You turn around, arms tightly hugging yourself. âWhat the hell do you want?â
Gojo bends over, hands on his knees and gasping for air. His clothes and hair are soaked. Heâs not wearing his glasses, yet he peers up at you like heâs never seen you more clearly. Your spine stiffens. âI want to talk, to explain.â
Disgust deepening on your face, you sneer at him. âSpare me. I donât want to hear every sorry detail.â
âSordid,â he says, then shakes his head. âSorry, sorry. Habit.âÂ
Straightening, he musters a weak smile, trying to look friendly, reassuring. His bright eyes scan your face, then your body, and his smile drops. âYouâre cold,â he notes, then grimaces. âI donât have a jacket on me; my sweaterâs soaked. But you can have it, if you want.â
âStop!â you screech, stomping your foot and sending puddles around your splattering. âStop pretending you give a shit. Go back to that fucking bitch and die.â
He leaps forward as you make a move to walk away. Gojo cages you in his arms, keeping you there with him. His heat envelopes you.
You gasp, outraged. âHow dare you!â
With a grimace, he says, âI know, I know. Sorry. I just need you to listen to me.â
âI donât want to,â you grit out.Â
This is the closest to him youâve been in a long time. You can feel the familiar hardness of his body, the strength in his arms, the pounding of his heart which matches yours in a perfect rhythm and tempo.Â
Gojoâs brows are furrowed so hard he forms a deep wrinkle that threatens to become a permanent fixture on his face. âIâm not sleeping with her.â
âBullshit.â
âNo, itâs true,â he insists, body a wall against your resistance. âI ran into her on campus this morning, and I saw an opportunity to reach you, to talk to you â I asked her to help me get you back.â
That stops your squirming.Â
âI asked her what to do, how I can win you back, make you accept my apology. And she said youâre materialistic; you like gifts. Well, she didnât want to help me at first. In fact, she screamed some pretty horrible things at me when I first asked, which I deserved. But she eventually quietened down when I said Iâd do whatever, no matter the cost.â
Itâs true. You do like gifts, but who doesnât?Â
And youâre not very happy to hear how sheâd been talking about you, like liking gifts was some kind of character flaw. AlthoughâŠa massive part of you has been calmed upon hearing that theyâre not sleeping together. Of course, he could be lying, but Gojoâs not the type. Heâs honest, a trait he displayed so brutally youâve been left picking up the pieces in the wake of his truth.
Regardless, youâre on edge.
He continues, speaking quite fast as though he knows your wrath will resurface and he might lose his chance for good if he doesnât hurry up, âSo we went shopping.â
âAll those giftsâŠthey were for me?â you ask, blinking.
A small smile graces his lips. âYeah,â he replies. âIâm not good at girl shopping, or shopping for anything thatâs not a toy, so I really appreciated her expertise.â
âThose are expensive brands,â you note like an idiot, not really knowing what to say. Slowly, your body succumbs to his embrace, unable to help itself.
âI can afford it,â Gojo says simply.Â
Sighing, you pat his chest. He gets the memo and carefully places you down on your feet. The rainâs still pouring, not as heavy as it was before, but certainly heavy enough that thereâs no one out in the park other than you two.
You mutter, âIf this is because of what I said in the closet, then Iâm sorry â your whole family thing doesnât actually interest me very much, no offence. It just came out, because I realised youâd never properly invested in me, in our relationship. Iâm not trying to use you for your money.â
âI know,â he replies, cradling your face in his soft, wet hands. âI know. I just wanted to do whatever I could to make you give me a chance, at least to apologise properly and explain myself.â
Gojo wipes the water droplets hanging off your fake lashes, and the mascara dirtying your face.Â
In spite of the weather, his hands are warm. They almost make you forget about everything.Â
âYou donât have to explain anything. Youâre right. About everything,â you say, avoiding those piercing eyes that felt like they could see everything in the limitless void of yours. âWe had an agreement: experimental sex, pretending, and absolutely no falling in love. I ruined all of it. Iâm sorry I blew it all up. You must have felt so uncomfortable.â
âI was,â he agrees, sadness lacing his voice. âBut not because I was mad âyou blew it up,â or whatever youâre thinking. I was uncomfortable because you sprung something on me that I hadnât been thinking about on purpose.â
âWhat?â
âI love you,â he says.Â
You shake your head, breath growing shallower and shallower by the second. You try to pry his hands off you. âNo, no, stop it.â
âYes,â Gojo promises, holding your face still and forcing you to look into his eyes, unobscured. âI love you, but I forced myself not to. I abandoned that idea and squashed it down, wayyy down, because it was wrong, because it would make you uncomfortable, because it would push you away. I mean, I didnât know it then, that it was love, but I knew what I felt for you far exceeded friendship.â
Blood rushes through your head, threatening to drown his voice out. You gulp a sob building in your throat, fighting the urge to run, to deny this is happening. In all the time youâd spent wallowing, replaying everything and imagining all sorts of future scenarios, this never occurred to you.
You never thought he could actually love you.
âThat night, in the diner, I sat across from you, watched you drum your pretty nails, bat your long lashes, scowl at every other patron, and I knew I was in trouble,â Gojo says, thumb brushing your cheek absentmindedly. âAnd when you begrudgingly admitted that you liked fries with the milkshake, all cute and wanting to pretend you didnât, my heart was basically yours, and itâs stayed yours throughout this whole thing. And itâs still yours now, even if you donât want it, even if you have someone elseâs, even if youâll just throw it away. Because I donât care what you do with it â itâs no good to me if itâs not beating for you.â
He opens his mouth to say more, but youâve heard enough.
Grabbing him by his sweater, you yank him towards you, smashing your lips against his. As lightning flashes above you and thunder soon follows, you lose yourself in his taste, a taste youâd forgotten.Â
Satoru melts, hands falling from your face to your waist, clutching you closer until your frontâs flushed with his, until not an atom separated you from him.
âI do want your heart,â you tell him. âI want to squeeze it, dig my nails into it, stomp on it, and make you feel everything I felt. And I will do what I want with it, because youâre right, Satoru; your heartâs mine, and Iâll scalp every bitch that tries to take it.â
A great, big smile brightens his entire face. The brightest smile youâve ever seen, the most genuine, most stunning smile. He pecks your lips, once and twice and again, and says, âThatâs the sweetest thing Iâve ever had anyone tell me.â
âI can be sweet,â you reply, shrugging.
He nods. âThe sweetest.â
Then he laughs, combing his drenched hair back. Satoru parts from you, spinning under the rain with his arms wide open, and eyes shut, basking in the darkness of the clouds. Droplets fly off him, some landing on you.
âI feel like screaming Eureka!â he yells so loud the trees rustle.
You laugh, uncaring of the strange looks people give you two, and actually giving an elderly couple a middle finger whilst he isnât looking.
When he moves to adjust something on his face and then frown, you finally ask the question youâd been wondering since you saw the picture: âWhere are your glasses?â
âOh, um,â he stammers, sheepish. A pink hue grows on his cheeks. âI left it in one of the bags today, after I went to the opticians to get, um, contacts.â
âContacts?â
âI donât know. I thought youâd like me better if I didnât look soâŠnerdy. Itâs stupid, I know. I was just desperate, I guess.â Then he pauses, peering at you through his white flashes. âDo you like it? Itâs kinda itchy on my eyes; I can get used to it though.â
Your thumb brushes over his eyelids. âI like you better with your glasses actually. Itâs always fun when they get foggy and you just throw them off so you can eat me out better.â
A grin pulls at his lips. He kisses you again, and mumbles a simple, âNoted.â
âSpeaking of bags,â you start, looking around and behind him, âwhat about my gifts? Where did you put them?â
Satoru blinks, then scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He confesses, âI left them back with Brittany, but I donât think I actually asked her to wait for me, so thereâs a good chance theyâve been taken. Iâll buy it all again. Oh! Wait!â
He fishes in his pocket, fumbling against the soaked and shrunken pockets of his jeans. Metal clings and colourful keychains dangle in the air.Â
The pink tinting his cheeks darken, as do the tips of his ears. He avoids your eyes. âI had these made when I was out with the guys a while back; I donât know why I didnât give it to you sooner â maybe I was just worried youâll think itâs cringe or something. You can take it as a placeholder in the meantime.â
Snatching it from his hand, you marvel at it with wide eyes.
Itâs you two.
No, itâs Toru and his little wife.Â
Tears well up again.
âNo, no,â he says, cradling your face again with a worried expression. âNo, baby, Iâm sorry. You hate it, donât you? Of course you do. I mean after what I said, about how theyâre just toysââ
You shake your head. âNo, Satoru. I love it. I love Toru and his scary wife.â
He smiles, relieved, and whispers against your forehead, âI love them too. I love them so much. And now,â he says, hooking the Lego man on his belt loop and, with your suggestion, hooks the woman on your bra strap because thatâs the only place you have to keep her, âtheyâll be with us forever.â
âDefinitely longer than the end of the school year, right?â you ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
Satoru kisses you.
âTo infinity and beyond, if I can help it.â
Giggling, you point out, âThat sounds like a really long time.â
More kisses are peppered on your face, lips, and neck, and basically anywhere he can reach. He mutters on your wet skin, sounding much more serious and solemn, âNot long enough, if you ask me actually.â He whispers. âNever long enough. No amount of time could make up for what we lost, but Iâll try. By Merlin, Iâll try.â
You brush hair away from his face, realising that the rain had basically disappeared as the sun begins warming your skin some time during your conversation.Â
âLetâs just start with forever, shall we?â
âGood idea, Diapers.â
.
.
.
âPastel pink or hot pink, Toru?â
His glossy eyes lazily flit up through his foggy glasses. Tongue completely flat against your puffy clit, his words come out muffled when he answers, âWhat about something blue?â
You pout, brushing his hair back just so you can bunch it in a tight fist, yanking to get a wince out of him and so heâll bury his face even deeper into your pussy. âBut I wanted a pink set.â
Satoru pets your thigh, lapping up your juices. He says, âGet whatever you want, wifey, just get something in blue too.â
Beaming, you gleefully check out the La Perla lingerie sets youâve picked out, too excited to wait till they arrived. Ahh, youâre going to look so good in the lace. He definitely wonât be allowed to cum on them, which means heâll have to cum inside.Â
Sure, you already have loads of fancy clothes and shoes and bags from him, but what you really like are the lingerie sets. You have finer tastes. Scandalous tastes. Which he appreciates, and is always happy to indulge in. His place and yours are packed full of things heâd bought for you on a whim, and youâre running out of space and occasions to wear any of them. You really should tell him to stop spending money on you, but alas, it brings him joy so you shouldnât rob him of the pleasure of spoiling you.
Itâs a Saturday morning, and heâd woken up first. He couldnât handle being the only one up, so he woke you up with his lips sucking your clit hard. If he was anyone else, youâd have been pissed to miss on valuable beauty sleep, but heâs your Satoru so whatever.
When you cum, he shoves a pillow under your hips and lines his leaking cock to your pulsing hole, far too impatient to wait for the last waves to subside. Mewling, you chastise him, âYouâre in too much of a hurry; a pussy like mine needs to be appreciated in all its glory, Toru.â
âYouâre right, baby,â he mutters, kissing your neck. âAlways right.â
Every inch he pushes in robs you of more and more air, until youâre completely breathless as he fills you up. Itâs always so fucking good. Your legs clamp around his hips, ankles hooking behind his ass and pulling him deeper and deeper. Satoru bottoms out with a groan, whole body trembling.Â
He leisurely thrusts inside, taking his sweet time to reacquaint himself with your gummy walls.Â
Humming, you wonder, âDid you dust my orchid?â
Satoru nods, rocking his hips inside in short, shallow thrusts, prodding your g-spot over and over again with his flushed cockhead. âYeah. Lego sets tend to collect dust quite quickly. I -hah- made sure to be careful of any loose pieces, donât worry.â
âThank you. You know that took me ages to build, and I chipped one of my nails too.
A grin forms on his swollen lips. He replies, âDonât have to thank me for anything; Iâm always careful with your sets.â
âOh, thatâs right,â you coo, pinching his cheeks. âMy boyfriend likes to make himself useful, doesnât he?â
âHe does indeed. He loves making his girlfriend happy.â
âAs he should.â
Youâre gushing around his fat cock, clinging to him tightly. The morning sunlightâs warming your skin, reminding you that thereâs a whole day ahead, and as much as youâd love to, you canât spend it in bed, or in the shower, against the window, on the kitchen island, the sofa, the coffee table, theâ
The pointâs clear.
Sharp nails run down his back, no doubt leaving marks on his pale skin. âMm, Satoru, we might be late for the meeting if we donât hurry up.â
âCanât we just skip?â he asks, whining on your chest, and licking the beads of sweat forming down the valley of your breasts.Â
In a blink of an eye, you have him pinned beneath you, cock still lodged firmly inside your cunt. âNow, now, thatâs not very good of you.â
âPunish me then,â he retorts quickly. He had that locked and loaded.Â
You lightly tap his cheek, moaning in satisfaction when he pulses inside of you. âItâs not a punishment if you like it.â
âHmm, youâre so smart, baby.â
âThank you,â you say, giggling.
Satoru smiles up at you through his glasses, eyes full of adoration. Your heart beats so loud you think he might hear it. Grinding in circles, you pick his glasses off his face and slide it on your nose bridge.Â
âJeez, how do you even live without these?â The prescriptionâs high. Itâs blurry, already giving you a headache. âYouâre sure youâre not actually blind?â
His cock throbs, and his hips buck up, cockhead kissing your cervix. You gasp, steadying yourself on his chest.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he grits out.Â
A sly smile creeps up on your lips. Cooing, you draw a line down his chest, watching the red mark form, staking your claim. âAw, do you think Iâm pretty wearing your glasses, Satoru? Does it make you want to cum inside of my pretty pussy so soon?â
âYes, yes,â Satoru gasps out. His hands clutch your hips, fingers digging into the slippery skin. âYouâre so pretty, so fucking pretty.â
âWell of course Iââ
A Marina song blares. Your attention darts to the phone on the bedside table. Rolling your eyes, you lean over to pick it up, dropping back down on his cock with an extra force so heâll whimper and call out your name. You shush him with a glare, which has no real heat to it.
âHello?â
âThe nerve to be late when youâre the one who invited me here,â a snarky voice says, bored and irritated.Â
Your hips are still circling on his pelvis, wringing out obscene squeeeeelches! that you hope Brittany doesnât hear, but you donât really care either way. You replace the glasses back on his face, finding the thick lenses doing more damage to your eyes than the hours you spend looking at your phone.
Satoruâs panicked eyes meet yours. He whispers, âW-we should stop.â
âShush,â you mouth at him. Then, louder, you say to her, âRelax, weâre on our way. Itâs just traffic-y.â
âRight,â she replies, dragging the word. âYou really think Iâm gonna buy that when I can literally hear your boyfriend straining not to bust a nut in the background.â
Ah, well, thatâs fair â Satoruâs not being very quiet even though heâs trying his best; panting to get some air in his brain so he can think clearly, squirming so he wonât start violently thrusting upwards, and biting his lip as his eyes flit about your body, finding any bit of visual stimulation is killing him.Â
Not the least bit apologetic, you say, âWhoops.â
âWhatever, whore. Just get over here already. Some greasy loser is eyeing me up, and Iâm so bored Iâm actually considering it.â
You laugh. âOh, thatâs just Ian. Donât mind him. Although, I think youâd really like Dave, the barista.âÂ
âEw, heâs ugly,â she screeches.
Desperate to cum already, you hurriedly say, âWeâll talk more later. Byeee.â
Grinning down at your boyfriend, you throw your phone somewhere. The malevolent glint in your eyes makes him gulp, and throb. âYouâve got ten minutes to make me cum two more times. You got it in you, Six Eyes?â
Satoru chuckles, cheeks flushed and hands pulling you down so he can reach your lips. âHell yeah, baby.â
The ten minutes become thirty, and you end up a whole hour late to the meeting.Â
The bustle of the cafe on a Saturday morning slams into you in full force. A table full of people sit up straighter when they see you both. Some of them wave, one gives you a finger you reflect right back to her.
âHey guys!â
Your boyfriend pulls a chair back for you, and you thank him with a kiss to his cheeks that some gush at, and another gags at. That makes you kiss him on his lips to pull another gag out before sitting down and giving them all a fake, apologetic smile.Â
You pop a gum in your mouth to wash the taste of cum from your mouth lest Brit smells it and gives you hell. âSo sorry weâre late. We just had car troubles.â
Satoru nods, arm thrown over the back of your chair, hand resting on your shoulder. âYeah, was a very bumpy ride. Sorry guys.â You squeeze his thigh, fighting the urge to laugh with him.
Opposite you, Brittany gives a disbelieving look. âYou guys are disgusting, I hate you both.â
âTuna mayo.âÂ
âWhy, what happened?â Haibara asks, blinking.Â
Beside him, Ijichi adjusts his glasses and mumbles, âI believe theyâre lying about being late because of traffic.â
âWe were having sex and lost track of time,â you confess with no shred of guilt.âSue us.â
Some of the guys blush.
This isnât the first time youâve been late to a meeting with your friends; it happens so often theyâve actually started giving you the wrong time so youâd show up on time, and yet it almost never works. Youâve become one of those repulsive couples in movies that you roll your eyes at, and itâs the greatest thing ever. Because if thereâs anything you like more than orgasms, itâs making other people jealous.
Yuji, awkwardly wanting to move on, claps his hands, scanning the big table with a growing glimmer in his competitive eyes. He announces, âEverythingâs set up, weâre all here â I think weâre ready to go.â
Unsure, your bestie inspects the little pieces and the board in front of her. She asks, âNone of this makes sense to me. What exactly am I supposed to do?âÂ
Satoru proudly boasts, âSince my wifey here won the last game, I think she should do the honours of breaking your virginity.â
âGross,â the two of you say in unison, fighting back smiles when your eyes meet.Â
As everyoneâs eyes land on you, you pick up your piece, twirling it between manicured fingers. When you sense everyone growing tiresome with the wait, you finally say, âItâs simple. I roll. I pick a card and make a move based on what it says. And then I inevitably get targeted because apparently Iâm âtoo strategicâ.â
âYou are too strategic,â Yuji argues, already narrowing his eyes at you as though heâll be able to see into your mind and anticipate your next underhanded move. âLast time you built an entire alliance just to wipe me out for no reason.â
âItâs called foresight,â you reply primly.
âItâs called manipulation,â Haibara corrects â not as an insult, on the contrary, it seems like a compliment. âBut youâre right, Itadori! We need to stop her reign of terror.â
âI concur.â
âBonito flakes.â
Jaw dropping, you scoff. âOh so now itâs okay to gang up on people? Real honourable, you guys.â
âDonât worry, wifey. Iâll protect you,â the man beside you promises.
âYouâre the first one Iâm eliminating,â you say, matter-of-factly. Since you learnt the rules of the game, heâs stopped going easy on you, stopped setting things up so you could win. Now, heâs an enemy. âIâd rather lose than let you win.â
Under your hand, something grows. His eyes sparkle when he realises you know, but heâs not ashamed at all. He never is; heâs just happy his dick is working.
Satoru canât help himself; he pinches your chin and drags you over to give a kiss on your lips. He deepens it despite the playful complaints the whole table gives about ânot rubbing it inâ and âgetting a roomâ. When he parts, heâs chewing and leaning back in his chair like nothing happened.Â
That sly bastardâŠ
Waving a hand in your face to grab your attention, Brittany asks with a lot of attitude, âCool, but how do I win?â
You smile, leaning back in your chair too. Head resting on his shoulder and playing with the keychain on his belt, you tell her, âItâs not about winning, Brit, you silly goose.â
Satoru presses a kiss to the top of your head, a smile growing in your hair.
ïž” àł mdni. yuji dreaming of megumi and you together and now he gets all flustered when the two of you are around ( part one / part two )
it happened again a few days later.
the three of you were in the dorm kitchen after training, exhausted and sweaty. you were reaching up to grab glasses from the top shelf when megumi stepped behind you without thinking. his chest brushed lightly against your back as he easily plucked three glasses from the shelf and handed them to you.
âthanks, megumi,â you said with a bright smile, turning to face him.
his hand lingered for a second on your waist to steady you, a casual, instinctive touch. nothing inappropriate. just megumi being megumiâhelpful and a little protective. but yuji, leaning against the counter, had this feeling in his stomach again.
that simple touch sent his mind spiraling right back to the dream. he couldnât stop picturing megumiâs hands sliding lower, slipping under your shirt, those long fingers disappearing between your thighs while you moaned into his mouth. yujiâs face burned. he gripped the edge of the counter a little too tightly.
you noticed almost immediately. âbabe?â you set the glasses down and stepped closer to him, tilting your head. âyouâve been quiet since we got back. whatâs wrong?â
yuji froze. his heart hammered against his ribs. ân-nothing! iâm good.â
megumi glanced over, one eyebrow slightly raised, but said nothing.
you didnât look convinced. you reached up and gently brushed yujiâs bangs out of his eyes, your touch so soft it made his chest ache. âyou sure? you can tell me anything, you know that.â
yuji swallowed hard. he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. his cheeks were burning crimson. for a long moment he just stared at you, then his eyes flicked nervously toward megumi, who was pretending to be very focused on pouring water. finally, the words burst out of him before he could stop them.
âi⊠i want to see you and megumi kiss.â
the kitchen went completely silent.
you blinked. megumi froze mid-pour, water spilling slightly over the rim of the glass.
yuji wanted to die. he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. âi meanâ you donât have to! itâs just⊠i keep thinking about it. the two of you together. it makes me feel⊠really warm. and kind of crazy. in a good way.â
he looked between you and megumi, eyes wide and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears. âi know itâs weird,â he added quickly, voice getting smaller. âbut i canât stop thinking about it. you both mean so much to me⊠and the idea of you two kissing⊠it doesnât feel wrong to me. it feels⊠right.â
he stared at the floor, heart pounding, terrified heâd just ruined everything. you and megumi exchanged a long look. yuji swallowed.
ââŠsorry,â he mumbled. âi shouldnât have said anything.â
the silence that followed was deafening. yuji wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. his face was burning, ears bright red as he stared intensely at the kitchen floor. you and megumi were both staring at him.
megumiâs expression was unreadable at first but then his eyes widened just slightly, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
you were the first to speak. ââŠyou want us to kiss?â you asked softly.
yuji nodded quickly, too embarrassed to look at either of you. âi know it sounds crazy. but i keep thinking about it. the two of you⊠together. it doesnât make me jealous. it makes me feel⊠warm. really warm. like my chest is going to explode in a good way.â
he finally dared to glance up. megumi was looking at him now, dark eyes steady but clearly processing. you stepped closer and gently took yujiâs hand.
âbabe,â you said carefully, âare you sure thatâs what you want? youâre not just saying it because you think itâll make us happy?â
yuji shook his head. âno. i meanâ yes, I want you both to be happy. but⊠i really do want to see it. iâve been dreaming about it. not just innocent stuff either.â
the last part came out as a mumble. megumiâs eyebrows shot up.
you bit your lip, clearly thinking. then you looked over at megumi, a small, curious smile forming on your face. âwhat do you think, megumi?â
megumi stayed quiet for a long moment. finally, he set the glass down and exhaled through his nose. ââŠi wouldnât mind,â he said quietly, almost too casually. but the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed him.
yujiâs heart skipped several beats.
you turned back to yuji, still holding his hand. âif we do this⊠youâre okay with it? no weird feelings afterwards?â
yuji nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. âi promise. i just⊠i want to watch. at least once.â
the air in the kitchen felt heavier now, warmer. you glanced at megumi again, then back at your boyfriend. slowly, you stepped toward megumi, who straightened up, looking slightly tense but not unwilling.
you placed a hand on megumiâs chest and leaned in. megumi hesitated for half a second before tilting his head down. then your lips met softly.
it was gentle at firstâcareful, almost testing. but then megumiâs hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, and the kiss deepened just a little. you made a quiet sound against his mouth that sent electricity shooting down yujiâs spine.
yuji couldnât look away. his breath caught in his throat, heart hammering wildly as he watched his girlfriend kiss his best friend right in front of him.
when you finally pulled back, both you and Megumi were slightly flushed. you turned to look at yuji, his eyes sparkling. ââŠhow was that?â you asked softly.
yuji stared at the two of you, lips parted, face burning crimson. he could only manage one breathless word: ââŠagain.â
the kitchen fell quiet for a moment once more. you and megumi both froze, eyes meeting each other in a brief pause. a silent question passed between you. megumiâs grip on your waist tightened slightly, but he didnât move, waiting. your heart hammered in your chest as you searched his face.
then, slowly, megumi leaned in again.
you met him halfway.
this time the kiss was deeper, with more hunger, like he had been holding back for too long. his fingers pressed into your waist as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue against yours with surprising boldness. a soft, surprised sound left your throat, which only seemed to encourage him.
he kissed you like he was starving.
his other hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw as he pulled you closer. the kiss grew hotter, wetter. megumi made a quiet noise against your mouth, almost a groan, as he sucked gently on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue back in.
yujiâs breath hitched loudly. he couldnât look away. his face was burning as he watched his best friend kiss you like he wanted to devour youâslow, deep, and getting greedier with every second.
megumi pressed you back against the counter, his body flush against yours. one of his hands slid down to grip your hip, pulling you tighter as the kiss turned messy, completely lost in it now while yuji was breathing hard, eyes wide.
his cock strained painfully against his sweatpants, throbbing with every wet sound of your lips moving together. he couldnât stop the flood of thoughts crashing through his mind.
he wished megumi would push you harder against the counter. he wished heâd slide his hand under your shirt and grope your tits the way yuji had imagined so many times. he wanted to see megumi bite your neck, suck marks into your skin, shove his thigh between your legs and grind against you until you were whimpering and soaked.
the thought made yujiâs mouth go dry. he imagined megumi dropping to his knees right there in the kitchen, pulling your shorts down and burying his face between your thighs while you moaned into yujiâs mouth. he wanted to watch his best friend make you cum, fingers deep inside you, tongue licking greedily at your clit.
âfuckâŠâ yuji whispered under his breath, barely audible. his hand unconsciously pressed against his aching cock, trying to ease some of the pressure as he watched megumi kiss you deeper, hungrier.
he loved this. loved seeing you like thisâflushed, wanted, desired. especially by megumi. his two favorite people.
when megumi finally pulled back for air, his lips were red and swollen and his breathing uneven. he stared at your mouth like he wanted to kiss you again immediately.
âmegumiâŠâ you whispered, dazed.
he didnât answer with words. instead he leaned in and kissed you once more, slower this time but no less intense, like he was savoring the taste of you. his hand stayed possessively on your hip while the other gently held your face.
when megumi pulled away again, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closed, breathing shakily. ââŠthat wasââ he began but couldnât finish. you let out a soft, breathless laugh.
yuji could barely speak. all he managed was a weak, awed whisper: âholy shitâŠâ his heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy and his cock was aching, pressing painfully against his sweatpants.
âmegumiâŠâ yujiâs voice came out rough. âdonât stop.â both you and megumi turned to look at him. âtouch her more. please. i want to see you touch her. like⊠between her legs. i keep thinking about it. i want to see you make her cum.â
both you and megumi froze for a second. but megumi hesitated only for a moment before his gaze darkened. without a word, he looked back at you, silently asking for permission. when you gave a small, breathless nod, he didnât waste time.
he brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, coating them with saliva while keeping his eyes on you. then his hand slid down your stomach and pushed boldly into your shorts and panties. his long, slick fingers found your soaked folds and rubbed over your clit before pressing two fingers inside you.
you gasped, immediately clinging to his shoulders. megumi leaned in and kissed you again, swallowing every sound as his fingers began movingâslow at first, then deeper, curling just right inside your tight heat.
âmmhâ!â you moaned into his mouth, panting against his lips as he fingered you right there in the kitchen. the wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy filled the small space.
yuji let out a needy groan at the sight. his hand shoved into his sweatpants, wrapping around his aching cock as he started stroking himself. his eyes were glued between your legs, watching the silhouette of megumiâs fingers disappear inside you again and again.
âfuck⊠thatâs so hot,â yuji whispered. he pumped his cock faster, breathing heavily as he watched you whimper and squirm against megumi. âmegumi⊠curl your fingers more. she likes it when you hit that spot.â
megumi obeyed without question, curling his fingers deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you like heâd already done it a million times. you cried out into his mouth, thighs trembling as you clenched hard around his fingers.
yujiâs hand moved quicker on his own cock, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as he watched his best friend finger his girlfriend right in front of him.
âgood girlâŠâ yuji murmured breathlessly, completely lost in the scene. âlet him make you cum, baby. i want to see it so bad.â
you cried out into megumiâs mouth, thighs shaking violently as his fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. the pressure built fast and overwhelming until you finally snapped.
âmegumiâ!â you moaned loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as your orgasm crashed through you. your hips jerked against his hand, pussy pulsing and gushing around his long digits while he kept stroking you through it, drawing out every last wave.
the moment your orgasm started to fade, megumi pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. before you could even catch your breath, he dropped to his knees right in front of you.
he yanked your shorts and panties down to your ankles. you barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you, hot and eager. his tongue dragged slowly up your soaked folds before latching onto your sensitive clit.
âahâ! megumiâ too much!â you whimpered, legs trembling as you gripped the counter for support.
but he didnât stop. he sucked gently on your clit, then flicked his tongue rapidly over it, groaning against your pussy like he was addicted to your taste. the overstimulation hit you like electricity, making your hips twitch and jerk against his face. every stroke of his tongue sent sharp, overwhelming sparks through your body.
yuji was completely dizzy.
his hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself in shaky movements as he stared with wide, glassy eyes. the sight of his best friend on his knees, face buried between your thighs, licking and sucking on your oversensitive clit while you moaned and shook was almost too much for him to handle.
âfuck⊠megumiâŠâ yuji breathed, voice hoarse and awed. his head felt light, cheeks burning crimson as he watched megumi devour you. âsheâs so sensitive right now⊠look at herâŠâ
megumi hummed against your clit in response, the vibration making you sob. he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking broad strokes before sucking on your clit again, completely lost in making you feel good.
yujiâs hand moved faster on his cock, breathing ragged as he watched your thighs tremble around megumiâs head. he looked completely drunk on the sight.
âyouâre both so hotâŠâ yuji whispered. âdonât stop, megumi⊠please donât stop.â
then megumi pulled his mouth away from your dripping pussy. he rose to his feet, breathing heavily. without a word, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, flushed and leaking. you barely had time to catch your breath before he stepped close again, lifting one of your legs around his waist.
âshh,â he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up.
then he pushed in.
a loud moan started to leave your lips as he stretched you open in one smooth thrust, but megumi quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. his palm pressed firmly against your lips while he sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness.
at the exact same moment, yuji let out a choked groan. the sight of megumiâs cock disappearing inside you was too much for him. his hand stuttered on his cock as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
âf-fuckâ!â yuji whimpered, thighs shaking as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, eyes glued to where megumi was buried deep inside you.
his vision started to blur. the edges of the kitchen grew hazy, like he was looking through fogged glass, but he could still see megumiâs hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside you with every thrust. he could see the way your body jolted, your tits bouncing, your mouth open against megumiâs palm as you moaned helplessly.
more and more cum leaked out around megumiâs cock with every deep stroke, dripping down your thighs in shiny streaks. the sound of it echoed in yujiâs earsâthe obscene squelch of megumiâs cock sliding through your soaked, cum-filled pussy.
yuji was barely able to focus anymore. everything felt like a fever dream. the only thing he could see clearly was megumiâs thick cock plunging in and out of you, pushing his own cum deeper inside your body with every thrust. more white leaked out, sliding down your skin, dripping onto the kitchen floor.
his hand kept moving on his cock, slow and sloppy now, milking every last drop as he watched the scene in front of him like it was the only thing real anymore.
yuji was panting hard, chest heaving, completely lost in the sight of his best friend fucking his girlfriend while his own cum continued to spill uselessly over his fingers. he never wanted it to end.
but then everything shattered.
yujiâs eyes snapped open.
he was in his own bed, chest heaving, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. his heart was pounding violently as reality slowly sank in.
it had been another dream.
just a dream.
his cock was still twitching weakly, completely spent. he could feel the warm, sticky mess inside his boxers and sweatpants. he had cum hard in his sleep again. the front of his pants was soaked through.
yuji groaned softly, throwing one arm over his face. his cheeks burned as the images from the dream flashed through his mind: megumiâs hand over your mouth, the way you moaned against his palm, the wet sound of megumi thrusting into youâŠ
âfuckâŠâ he whispered to himself.
he lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. the ache in his chest was back. his two favorite people. the thought of you two together made him feel so full and so filthy at the same time.
he slowly sat up, wincing at the cold, wet feeling in his pants. another ruined pair. this was becoming a problem.
he wondered if he would ever have the courage to tell you and megumi the truth. if he would ever stop just dreaming about it⊠and actually ask.
for now, he just sighed, peeling off his ruined sweatpants with a tired, embarrassed little smile. âthis is getting ridiculousâŠâ he muttered. but deep down, he already knew heâd probably dream about it again tomorrow.
Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami KentoâŠsnap.Â
Time: At the same time.
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma soâŠI said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasnât even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.Â
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.Â
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi thatâve made it a challenge to sneak insideâhe blames you. He wouldnât even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure riseâŠin all sorts of ways.
Nanamiâs eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out firstâŠ
âKento.â A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-Â
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documentsâof course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.Â
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, thatâs what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.Â
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. âHiromi.â
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanamiâs startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, âAre you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?â
âOf course.âÂ
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks atââI never thought youâd want a history professorâs opinion on an essay aboutâŠâ He squints at the title, â-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?â
âNo- no.â Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasnât for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sighââMan, I need some coffee today.â
âUnderstandable.â Nanami pushes his glasses up.
âThe machineâs broken, right?â
âRight.â
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
âIf it helps, Dean Yaga said itâd be fixed by tomorrow.â Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- âThatâs too late, I have tutoring this evening withâŠâ And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. âItâs alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?â
âOf course.â As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasnât half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he wouldâve given it an Aânone too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.Â
After a while of silence, Nanamiâs partway through the conclusion when he asks. âDid you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?â
âNo, itâs justâŠâ The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. â-this student, you know?â
Nanami nodsâhe did know. âTrouble student?â
âNot quite.â He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. âDoesnât attend?â
âNo, she attends every class.â
âThen what?â He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. âThe legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isnât actually funny?â
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. âNo, no, and noââ Almost gulping. âItâs just that this student is a littleâŠdistracting.â
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
âF-forget I said anything-â
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
âI have a student like that, too.â
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. âOh?â
âMy star student, actually.â Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his studentsâ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. âAll hers?â
Nanami nods, âSo diligent that itâs almost distracting.â
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. âMine, too.â He startsââNever have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.â
âMineâs basically set up a tent in my office.â Nanami chuckles- though he canât deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. âAlways taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-â
âAlways first in class and last to leave?â
âExactly.â Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes heâd bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckinâ hard.
But Higuruma didnât need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonderâŠ
âAlways wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?â
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it readsâyours. Ultimately, he continuesââA-always sittinâ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?â
Nanami nods. âAlways leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.â
Thereâs a slight hardening within Higurumaâs eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - itâs almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. âAlways wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?â
âShe wears baby pink for me.â Nanami canât help but smile.
âFuck.â Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didnât know any better then he wouldâve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. âAnd her panties-â
âMatching set.â Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows heâs some olâ pervert for this.Â
He knows he is.Â
But he also knows about the smile thatâd spread across your face the moment youâd realized heâd seen. âBent over too low when picking her pen up one class.â
âFuckingâfuck.â Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pantsâheâs forced to manspread under the table a little more. âSheâs a needy lilâ thing, isnât she?â
âThatâs putting it lightly.â Higurumaâs lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. âWanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?â
âBelieve sheâs thought of both of us at the same time?â
âDonât even say that-â The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, âI have tutoring with her this evening. If I canât even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what dâyou think will happen if Iâm thinking of thatâ?â
âOhâŠâ Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. â-maybe that wonât be an issue.â
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, âHow so?â
âWhat time is your tutoring with her?â
âYou meanâŠâ
The blond man shrugs coyly- âIâm not implying anythingâŠbut which one of us two do you think is her favorite?â
âAnd people think youâre the gentleman of us two.â Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems youâd opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hoursâwhen the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? âIâm most definitely the favorite, by the way-â
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesnât catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. âDoes she call you âsirâ, too?â
âShe does.â
âWell, then weâll find out, wonât we?â
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The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over againâŠ(and you gladly would). Higurumaâs justice classes made youâŠwet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.Â
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.Â
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered nâ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.Â
On the other hand was your history professor.Â
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyesâtwinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - youâve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.Â
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadnât been intentional to join both their classes- honest!Â
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacherâs pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why youâd been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.Â
Invigilated tutoring?Â
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that youâd been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decisionâright up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didnât.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than youâd ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. Itâs been about half an hour since the start of todayâs tuition. Higurumaâs office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the lightâdown knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didnât want to risk Higurumaâs job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldnât do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadnât leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted toâŠ
The professor looks down at his watch, âHeâs late.â
Youâre glancing at the closed door, âMaybe the invigilator isnât coming?â
âOh, he will.â Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. âTrust me, he wonât miss this.â
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
Itâs about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door youâve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realizeâ
Itâs Professor Nanami.
âAh- Kento.â Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and youâre nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? âWeâve been waiting.â
He looks at you as he says this.
âI had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.â Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasnât questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
Youâd been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. âContinue.â
âS-sir?â Youâre chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
âContinue.â Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You donât think youâve ever heard him sound like thatââJust as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.â
âYou heard what he said.â Higuruma nods- and now youâre looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. âContinue, angel.â
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so youâre ducking back into your workâ
âYour blouse button is undone.âÂ
Slightly gasping, youâre reaching down to fix it-
âNo, donât button it.â He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you canât pinpoint. Youâre looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- âI was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.â
âBut-â
âYou unbutton it for my class, too, donât you?â He asks, and youâre unsure what to say-
âAnswer when your teacher speaks to you.â Higurumaâs humming tone echoesâand from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, âOr havenât they taught you that yet?â
âTh-they have.â Youâre squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, âAnd I do.â
âHm.â With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think youâre in the clear.
For now.
Itâs barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
âYour feet are touching his.â
You pull away-
âYouâve been writing the same sentence over and over.â
Your hand pauses-
âYour thighs are parted more so than before.â
Immediately, youâre smacking them back shut again- you hadnât even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. âAnd your bra is peeking out.â
âNever seen one before?â You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that youâd very purposefully left open)â
Before Nanamiâs voice cuts through again. âNever seen one of yours in black before, is what.â Even as youâre looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesnât look up from his papers. âWhat happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?â
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. âBlack is my favorite color, remember?â
âHow could I forget?â The history professor answers.
âThough I myself am curious about this baby pink of yoursâŠâ
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.Â
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, theyâd been dying for this very moment.
To confront how youâd been toying nâ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that theyâve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadnât known theyâd been pushedâŠto this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sighâslouching back in your chair. âSo you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?â
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. âSit up straight.â
Heâs never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you donât move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. âYou best listen to him now, angel.â
âOh please.â Fluttering your lashes at them both. âAnd whatâre you gonna do about it?â
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the otherâs table, and looks at you.
âWhy-â He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. â-teach you a lesson, of course.â
âBoth of you?â You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of themââDo it then.â
And then itâs a blur - you donât know where Higurumaâs lips end and yours begin. Heâs reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.Â
The tips of his canines start nibblinâ on your lower lip- and youâre kissing him back even deeper. âShit-â Higurumaâs husky tone scorches across your face, âShit, Iâve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.â
âMmm, you kiss like husband material.â Youâre giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.Â
âShit- and you talk like trouble.â He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.Â
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once moreâso much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. Heâs using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- âMay I?â Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappinâ at your sweetest taste. âShit, youâre really like sugar on my tongue.â
And youâre whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before youâre breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
âAnd what about youâŠâ Youâre kissing down Higurumaâs sharp jawline, looking at the other man whoâd been sitting quietly this entire time. â-sir? Havenât you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?â
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legsââKiss? Perhaps.â
And youâre gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. âPerhaps.â
âBut Iâm a gentleman, my love.â Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body youâve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. âWhich means Iâve thought of far, far worse.â
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiipâ!
âWhoops.â Nanamiâs thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirtââI always thought youâd look better without these anyway.â
Before heâs spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblinâ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.Â
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higurumaâs eyes widen, âDirty girl.â
Nanami breathes, âNo, thatâs called being a slut.â And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami âGentlemanâ Kentoâs words. Before itâs suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearinâ aside your panties and stuffinâ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right âround your clit- and when youâre shuddering and unable to take it any longerâhe pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. âOne thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because Iâm gentleman-â And youâd been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didnât even realize that heâd snaked his hand back down between your legs. â-doesnât mean that Iâm not depraved.â
And heâs ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen nâ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
âDown, darling.â
âPleaseâŠâ You donât even know what youâre begging for.
But Nanamiâs mouth waters already at the sound of it, and heâs keeping it at bay by pushing nâ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. âI said down.â
Head throwing back against his collarbone. âOh.â
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- âIt doesnât mean that mânot desperate.â Continuing as though your eyes werenât bulging, as though your legs werenât shaking, as though you werenât arching off of his muscular chest. âIt doesnât mean that mânot ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.â
âY-you meanââ Youâre hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kentoâs scourinâ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. â-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?â
âItâs not.â He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance nâ spreading you even wider. âIâm niceâŠâ
Adding in a third finger before youâre even registering his second.
â-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.â
âSh-shitââ Mewling at the top of your lungs, youâre clawing down Nanamiâs strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoringâdeep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
âGo easy on her, Kento.â Higuruma canât help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, youâre hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- âDonât want to break our star student, now, do we?â
Nanami purrs against your temple. âMmm, I donât mind.â
âJust remember that sheâs tutoring with me.â
The sound of Higurumaâs belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how youâre so glad it did.
Because then youâre greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
Heâd taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.Â
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanamiâs rams easily.
Slurps nâ squelches emanating like music.Â
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacherâs tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanamiâs hammerinâ pace seemed to become.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. âShit, sheâs so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy oâ hers, would you?â
âHmmmâŠI donât think she deserves it.â And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- âShe hasnât learned her lesson yet, has she?â
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. âI-I haveââ
Before yet another thwack! of Nanamiâs calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
âI was talking to this pussy, actually.âÂ
And he doesnât even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openinâ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
Youâre so sensitive nâ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelchesâevery time heâs hitting a spot deep inside your hole. âMhmmâŠmmmhm.â You could feel Nanamiâs head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussyâs sounds. Just one whine of yours and heâs spankinâ on you once more- âWait your turn, my love. Sheâs talking tâme.â
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. âNow thatâs just bullying, Kento.â
âIs it?â Heâs slappinâ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, âShe says it isnât so.â
Youâre sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
âOh, alright alright-â And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. âBe a little nicer to my dear student, wonât you?â
âSpoiled brat.â Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and heâs tugginâ and teasingâheâs spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. âAnd why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Havenât you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?â
Higuruma groans. âCanât deny that, angel.â His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.Â
âMhmmmm.â The blond-haired man agrees, âHavenât you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Havenât you- fuck, havenât you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping weâd take a peak? Arenât I right?â
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then youâre answering. âI-I mean-â Attempting to.
âHavenât you been bendinâ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?â
âWell-â
âAnd we did.â Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
âOh, yes we did.â Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- âIâd look forward to our classes everyday, my love. Iâd have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldnât fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.â
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though heâs near to cumming already. âMe- me, tooâŠâ
âAnd you still expect me to be a gentleman?â
Youâre restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself andâ
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. âDonât talk when the teacherâs talking, darling.âÂ
And your ears pop with pressure-
Heâs hittinâ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves nâ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runninâ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklinâ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling andâ
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, âO-oh my godâright there, Kento.â
âKento? Whoâs Kento?â Nanami doesnât even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that youâd almost mistake for something sweet. âI think you meant sir-â
âSâfuck.â
âSay it.â He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- âSay it. Call me âsirâ or you donât get to cum.â
âIââ
âSay it.â Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy nâ his mouth drooling at the vision of youââSay it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.â Hands rubbing faster and faster-Â
âShe deserves to cum, mhm.â Nanami nods. âBut do you, huh?â
âI-I do.â Youâre nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and againâ
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creaminâ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblinâ divot to stop from cumming already.Â
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked nâ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanamiâs hands, and underneath Higurumaâs gaze. So you canât help but let your lips wobble openââP-please let me cum-â Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. â-sirs.â
The two older men look at each other.
âSirs?â Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
âShe just begged for both of us.â Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperinâ like this, and he continues. âAlright then, you slutty pussy.â
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
Itâs so strong that youâre seeing white behind your eyelidsâand your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professorsâ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as youâre thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasnât already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittinâ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanamiâs shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanamiâs open thighs with all your sapâHiguruma eyes the mess and gulps. âKento, give me a taste of that.â
Nanami scoffs. âIn due time.â
âKento, I need her pussy on my face now.â
Slowly but surely, youâre fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
âHiromi?â Youâre blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- âI mean- sir?â
Higuruma shivers, âYou trained her well, Kento.â
âMhmmmââ Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
âMaybe now itâs time for a reward then, huh?â
Youâre perking up. âYes, please.â
Nanami snickers. âYou spoil her.â
And in almost no time, youâre finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-Â
At least, thatâs what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way youâre squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. âCan you turn around and hold the headrest fâme, angel? Be a good girl fâme?â
âA-alright?â Confused, youâre just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
âMmm, good.â Higuruma admires the view. âArch that back just a little more fâme now, alright?â
âLike this?âÂ
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
âMhmmm.â
And Nanamiâs the first to mutter to himself, âDonât tell me youâreâŠâ He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seatââHiromi, you dirty dog.â
âCouldnât help myself.â Steadily, Higurumaâs kneeling on the floor.Â
Thereâs no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.Â
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvinâ up the slit of your pussy. Heâs using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his faceââMhmmmâspread those legs.â
Heâs muttering.
Heâs spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higurumaâs running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess heâs made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that youâve made.
Youâre whining as Higurumaâs textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- youâre still so sensitive from the massage that Nanamiâs fingers had simmered into you. And youâre trembling your thighs further open, âP-please- fuck-â
âIâm a lawyer so Iâm really good with my tongue, yâknow?â Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. âBut that means my fees are high, too-â
âA-and what are your fees?â Youâre sobbing out.
âMmmmâŠâ He takes the time to thinkâand by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadinâ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out nâ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. âRide my nose raw, sugar.â
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesnât belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higurumaâs thumbinâ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.Â
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channelâmazing and mazing inside that itâs as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if youâre whining for mercy- âA-arenât you supposed to be the nice one, sir?â
âSpoiled.â Nanamiâs voice echoes from the distance.
âMmm- keep calling me that, yeah?â Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. âAnd noââ
âNo?â
âI am being nice by letting you ride my nose, arenât I?â His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. âI know how much youâve wanted to ride it-â
âHiromi-â
âEver since ya fuckinâ met me, huh?â His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbinâ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. âEver since ya first saw me- donât think I didnât see how you stared at me.â
Youâre clawing further up the headrest. âB-but how did you know-â
âOh, angelâŠâ Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- âIf I was wrong then you wouldnât be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.â
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
âAnd I donât need to.â
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts ramminâ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juicesâany time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. âHarder.â
âI-I am-â
âFaster.â
âFuck-â
âRaw, I said raw.â
Practically addicted to it.Â
Heâs pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
âDidnât forget about me now, did you?â
Nanami Kento sounds the closest heâs been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and youâre opening them to find that he was actuallyâŠstanding right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professorâs crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.Â
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then youâd be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. âK-Kento?â
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, âOnly a few minutes with your nice teacher nâ youâve already forgotten your manners, my love?â His hand falls to his formal pants, âGuess we have to go back to lesson one.â
âO-ohâŠâ
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floorâclink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesnât take too long before youâre face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
âDid you know she gets sweeter nâ sweeter the wetter she gets?â Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! âAnd you wonât believe itâŠbut right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.â
âIs that so?â Nanamiâs nose crinkles as he looks down at you. Heâs admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. âFilthy girl.âÂ
You shiver. âC-canât help it-â
âAh ahânot another word out of you.â The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- âI expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-â
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissinâ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. Youâre almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside againâthen in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probinâ back in again.
Higurumaâs just being so loud-
â-and when this pussy is speaking.â The rest of the history professorâs sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that youâd almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalpâone that heâd now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.Â
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, youâre salivating all over his clothed cock.Â
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge nâ vein along his shaft.Â
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanamiâs round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
âHey nowâŠâ Higurumaâs choked-up tone echoes from behind. Youâre feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, â-donât steal my star student away.â
âHave you forgotten that sheâs my star student, too?â
âHer pussyâs on my mouth right now- so whoâs in charge?â
âWell, letâs ask how she feels about itâŠâ Nanamiâs voice trails offâand only too late are you realizing that he isnât talking about your pussy this time. Heâs talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And youâre attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- youâre opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.Â
âI dunno about that-â Nanami hums down at the chokes nâ strangled gasps youâre letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. â-but it sounded like a âyou, sirâ to me.â
âDidnât know you were that depraved.â Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as heâs grinding you back to him nâ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
âIâm a gentleman, what can I say?â The other professor responds.
As the slurps nâ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaftâso cute how you couldnât fit it all. âAnd as Head of your pussy-â Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? â-I say you canât cum until youâre fitting my cock aaaaaall the wayâŠâ
The history professorâs left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.Â
â-here.â
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like heâs agonized every second he isnât reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter itâs almost like a tug-of-war - on one end youâre being hauled forwards by Nanamiâs grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much youâre gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
âJust a little more.â That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markinâ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. âJust a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.â
âMmmââ Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. âCâmon, câmon.â
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblinâ on your damn clitâ
Heâs thirsty. Depraved.
âNoooo, angel.â Heâs gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. âCome back to me-â
âMmmââ Youâre being pulled off of Nanami Kentoâs reddened, dribblinâ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. âFuh-fuck-!â
âWhereâd you think youâre going?â Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before heâs pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- âMmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.â
âRide my nose.â Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- âRide my nose, I donât care. Ride my nose, ride my noseââÂ
And youâre just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanamiâs thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higurumaâs nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. Itâs as if youâre their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.Â
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanamiâs cock. Up Higurumaâs ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- âS-soââ Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, âSo close-â
âClose?â Higuruma perks up. âFuh-fuck- I have you, angel.â
âRemember- no cumming until you take it here.â Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. âYouâre not there yet, darlingâŠâ
âBut-â
âPlease let her cum.â But to your surprise, itâs your law professor who is pleading your face.Â
Nanami raises a blond brow, âOh?â
âLet her-â He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. Heâs hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. âNeed her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.â
Nanami thrusts even deeper, âHmmâŠI dunno.â
âIâm the one asking you.â Higuruma grumbles. âLet her cum-â
âMmmpf- please.â And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
âLet her-â The law professor continues, âIâm begging you- fuck, sheâs becoming so sweet. Let her cum-â
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- âI donâtâŠjust fit-â And heâs scrapinâ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cuntâall the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. âIf she takes it until-â
Higurumaâs nose helping your grinds and bounces. âJust let her cum-â
âIf she takes it-â
âFucking let her-â
âG-gonnaââ Itâs the last thing youâre managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanamiâs hips shut you up- and before you know it, youâre feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where heâd marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesnât have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, youâre bursting into your nth high of the night.Â
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.Â
Probinâ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because youâre being made to arch your back nâ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittinâ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.Â
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higurumaâs face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.Â
âNow nowââ Nanami murmurs. âYou should be thankful my rubricâs so generous this time.â
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip nâ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mindâŠ
âThirty seconds to finish up.â He says meanly. âBefore I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, mâkay?â
âTch- stingy.â Higuruma keeps lappinâ at you even after your high has passed.Â
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands âround the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higurumaâs mouth. Heâs bending down to spit straight between your lipsâ
âNow, Iâm gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?â The history professor states, so firm. âNod if you understand, my love.â
You nod.
âGood.â He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. âNowâŠdo you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because mâfucking you filthy either way.â
âFrom- from the back.â You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. âBrace yourself.â
Youâre collapsing back into the chairâsitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, youâre stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higurumaâs neck. âHiromiâŠâ
âMmm, I love it when you call me that.â Higuruma kisses you.
âHow unruly.â Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges nâ curves of his musclesâhis firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- âAddressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.â He looks at you, âIâll be fucking you until you canât stand, anyway.â
A shiver runs down your spineââOh.â
âNow, darling.â
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleagueâs desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
Itâs hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professorâs desk.
âStay still.â He gravels in your ear.
Nanamiâs barely letting you take a breath before rubbinâ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hiltâup and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
âThis naughty girlâs reeeeal needy for me, huh?â Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. âShe says she can take all of me- can you?â
âY-yesââ Youâre sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, âI want it, sir.â
Youâre jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- heâs just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanamiâs tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where heâs going to be hittinâ with his hungry cock.Â
He breathes out airilyââYou want it?â
âYes-â
âSay please.â
âPlease-â
âHmmm?â
âPlease, sir.â
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- âAs you wish then, teacherâs pet.â
And then youâre being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffedâyou were seriously stuffed.Â
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And heâs gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. âFuck- didnât you say that you can take it?â Heâs pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. âCome back, my love- class isnât over yet.â
You hadnât even realized youâd been clawing at the desk until now. âS-sirââ
Just that is enough to make Nanamiâs ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. âYes, darling?â
âI d-donâtââ Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, âI donât know if it even can fit.â
âAwww, my poor baby.â And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.Â
But you canât help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
âMy poor, poor baby.â And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higurumaâs distant laugh. Although you donât have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanamiâs continuing- âNone of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?âÂ
And you can only nod.Â
âNone of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?â
Nodding once more.
âDonât you worry, darling. If you canât take this oneâŠâ
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.Â
â-mâgonna make it fit.â
And thatâs the last thing youâre hearing before Nanamiâs ramminâ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.Â
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwardsâjust that much of a tight fit thatâs making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. âO-oh.â Both of Nanamiâs hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. âOh, yeah.â
âShit-â Youâre flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And itâs only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into himââYouâre really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.â
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting nâ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanamiâs cockhead prods away at your innards as though heâs trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-Â
âHave you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?â
Higurumaâs voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and youâre just managing to look around Nanamiâs toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushinâ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.Â
Nanami himself sighsâthough he doesnât stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- âOh yesâŠwould you like her now or after me, Hiromi?â
âNow.â Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- âBut donât pull out.â
You feel like youâre experiencing whiplash. âWhat?â
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself canât help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, heâs rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second youâre slouched on top of Higurumaâs desk, droolinâ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, heâs lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though youâre nothing- and youâre ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strengthââW-what are you-â
âDâyou know what a standing full nelson is?â Higuruma asks. And for a second you think heâs asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
âThought that only happens in fiction? Donât tell me youâre a secret freak, Hiromi?â He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.Â
âAnd look whoâs talkingâŠâ Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. âHold on, angel, heâs going to lift you.â
âShitâŠâÂ
As expected, youâre holding onto Higurumaâs broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.Â
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverinâ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, youâre digging your nails into the law professorâs shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesnâtâ react to the pain. Honestly, you donât even think he could feel it right nowâbecause Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both menâs chuckles, and Higuruma asking. âEverything alright, angel?â
âOf course, it is.â Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other manââLook how fucking drenched she is.â
âGood girl.â
âNaughty, you mean.â
âI must beg to differ.â
And youâre arching against Nanamiâs toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage youâve felt in your entire life- âPlease- ngh, whatâs with the blindfold?â
âOh, thatâŠâ Higuruma starts. âGuess.â
âWhat?â
âGuess.â
Brains wracking- âYou arenât going to leave me hanging, are you?â
âNo.â
âIs this a roleplay?â
âNo.â
âA kink thing?â
âWellâŠâ
âA BDSM thing?â
âGuess.â
Youâre feeling helplessness wash over youââB-but, I already did-â
âNo, my love.â Nanamiâs the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that heâs pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, âWeâre going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us sheâs being fucked by.â
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing outââAnd your time startsâŠnow.â
And then youâre hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddinâ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbingâso needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
Youâre feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
âH-Hiromi?â You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must beâŠ
âWrong.â Nanami grins.
And then youâre feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before heâs pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissinâ your entrance once more.
Youâre bucking back in Nanamiâs arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbinâ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
Itâs the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.Â
âSir?â Youâre gasping out. But surely, it canât be twice in a rowâŠâNo wait- is it Hiromi this time?â
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. âCanât get enough of the law, can you?â
Nanami.
And you donât know whether itâs the fact that youâre just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you donât know whether itâs the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodiesâit was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesnât hesitate before leaning in and lickinâ it off. âI should punish you for this.â
âI-Iâoh, fuck.â Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And youâre noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. âIs this- sir-â
âTry again, angel.â
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higurumaâs voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
âHiromi.â
âMhmmmââ Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug nâ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And heâs timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. âGood girl. A++ for that.â
âYouâre quite the generous grader.â Nanami scoffs. âI would have given that a B.â
âWhat can I say? I do have a soft spot for herâŠâ Higurumaâs cock was slightly lengthier than Nanamiâs, youâre noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didnât massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanamiâs thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before heâs pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanamiâs shaft was next. And heâs lavishing your entrance with so much attentionâdraaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
âS-so?â He rasps out from behind. Higurumaâs cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. âWhich one of us, darling?â
âY-youââ
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. âNo.â
Before heâs pulling back out.
And your breath catches- âWait- I meant sir. Itâs you, sirââ
âToo late for that now.â
âAwww, come now.â Higuruma coos as well. âHow are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makinâ mistakes?â
âI think sheâs gettinâ lazy now, huh?â The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolinâ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. âMaybe she doesnât deserve our cocks at all?â
âDonât say thatââ You could feel your law professorâs eyes turn to you. âYou deserve it- hah, donât you, angel?â
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that theyâd both pulled out- itâs as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbinâ and teasing. âI doââ Your voice cracks on that last note, âP-please, I do-â
âIâm still not convinced.â
Higuruma continues, âPromise us youâll be a good girl? That youâll listen to what your professors have to say?â
âI will I will-â
âPromise us that no more of that teasinâ stuff in class?â His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. âNone of that bending over?â
âYesââ But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. âBecause - forgive us - but you do realize that itâs not just us seeing your littleâŠdisplay, darling?â He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higurumaâs ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And youâre restless- âWh-what do you mean?â
âI mean to say that there are others moreâŠundeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.â Thereâs a sharp edge to his wordsââThose boys in class canât take their eyes off of you.â
âWe canât either, of course.â Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- âBut at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?â
âDonât like the way they look at you.â Nanamiâs also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. âDonât like the way they turn to look. Donât like the way they have to mysteriouslyâŠdisappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.â
âGivenâŠwe do the same.â The law professor continuesââBecause fuck- how fuckinâ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.â
Giving you a thorough slamâboth of them.
Higurumaâs the one to continue, âBut we do.â
âBecause I rub my cock raw to you, my love.â Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. âNâ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.â
âYes, p-pleaseââ And youâre pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldnât get enough of you. âI only wantâŠngh.â
One of your arms wrap around Higurumaâs neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanamiâs.
âJust want the two of youâŠâ
âHmmmâŠâ Nanamiâs cock twitches at your gooey entrance- âA+â
And then theyâre alternating between fucking youâ
âHiromi.â Youâre gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.Â
And then heâs pulling back out.
âSir- fuck, Professor Kento.â Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. âShit shit shitââ
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takinâ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromi.â
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromi.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âProfessor Kento.â
âHiromiââ Before your voice shatters at the feeling ofâŠtwo thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before theyâre siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- âAnd Professor K-Kento, sirâŠâ The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbinâ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like youâve never felt before, hittinâ spots that you didnât even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushinâ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, nâ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, âF-fuckâŠâ
âYou can say that again.â Higuruma himself replies.Â
By now, the jostlinâ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professorâs fingers werenât letting up on your clit just yet, either.Â
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon itâand soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. âG-gonna-â
âShhhhââ Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. âThis pussy says sheâs gonna cum soon, darling.â
âY-you little-âÂ
A harsh hammerinâ on your spongy cervix. âPardon, my love?â
âNothingâoh.â Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks nâ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way youâd initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- âPlease-â Gasping. âLet me cumââ
Youâre looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
âPlease may I-â Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higurumaâs puffed-out chest. â-cum, sirs?â
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And youâre briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
âGo ahead, angel.â
âCum all over my cock, darling.â
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once youâre crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.Â
Feverish.
Youâre crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but theyâve already got you. Theyâre holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettinâ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanamiâs cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.Â
Making it even louder to thrust into your cuntâyouâre forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. âSh-shitâŠâ Until eventually youâre feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that youâre unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run awayââIt feels so- oh, it feelsâŠâ
âAnd what do we say?â Nanamiâs deep baritone croons out. He doesnât slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- âCan I have it all insideâŠâ Youâre looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. â-sirs?â
And you shouldâve known what that would do.
You shouldâve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblinâ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that theyâd been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, âA-and here I was just expecting a thank youâŠâ
âOur girl always was the sweetest.â Higuruma coos.Â
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrumminâ with pleasure.Â
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldnât even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterinâ through his waves.Â
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.Â
He didnât want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly canât tell whoâs who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messilyâyou can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.Â
Their prominent veins massaginâ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapesâbut theyâre both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And youâre seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. âOh?â
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the otherâ
They were lappinâ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanamiâs hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higurumaâs hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higurumaâs tastebuds overlap with Nanamiâs as theyâre suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaningâ
And thatâs before the door clicks.
âOi, why are the lights still on? Donât you know that campus has closed a long time ag-â
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.Â
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess thatâd been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
âSoâŠâ Shiuâs husky voice interrupts your thoughts. â-got room for mathematics?â
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
Synopsis. Five times Ryomen Sukunaâs âwingmanningâ family is the biggest cĂłckbIock in existence, and the one time he finally gets what he wants - you, his nephewâs hot preschool teacher.
âHell yeah.â Not the most courteous introduction to Yujiâs wide-eyed lilâ friends - but if Jin had bugged nâ blackmailed him into picking the brat up from preschool today then he was going to make sure it never happens again.
And as Yuji starts swinging from Sukunaâs broad, beefy biceps, he grins at his miniature crowd. âHe also has tattoos and likes to drink.â
âHell yeah- donât forget about the cars, twerp.â Sukunaâs nodding, breezing past the horrified faces of parents that tugged their children at least seven feet away. Seriously, how long was this teacher going to take? He could see your back hunched by another corner of the classroom, hugging a sniffly student goodbye.
âOh yeah- and he likes driving fast and slashing tires.â
You straighten, probably hearing every word - not that he cared, Sukuna couldnât imagine whoâd want to be around this all day. âHell ye- oh.â
Until you turned his way.
And Ryomen Sukuna feels his heart drop- right along with the muscular right arm that was stuck out for Yuji to climb all over like a handlebar. And with it, his nephew.Â
Who seems quite disgruntled at his sudden meeting with the soft, padded floor of the preschool classroom, standing on his own two feet for the first time since Sukuna had arrived here. He furrows his light brows, âHey- whaâs the big- oh! Teacher!â
Seems like it runs in the family, Sukuna muses - because all it takes is one glimpse of you starting to head their way before Yuji lights up as brightly as the Sun itself. And to Sukuna, whose nephew was a perpetual Christmas tree, it almost made him wish he wore his usual shades.
At least that wouldâve hid the way his crimson eyes sweep up nâ down your figure, languidly. Breath stuttered, mouth partly agape.Â
Sukunaâs utterly forgetting himself before heâs called out by one of Yujiâs friends- a squeaky, orange-haired girl no older than five. âEwwww- why are you red?â
âShut it, bob-cut.â
âSoââ Perfect timing, you sidle up to the bustling little group right as Sukuna spits out the tail end of his sentence. A brow of yours raised, bob-cut?Â
And oh- youâre even more perfect up close. Is it really too late for him to enroll in preschool? He didnât see any age restrictions around, and he could count till ten, surely. Genuinely considering, heâs gulping at the way your pretty eyes narrow. âJinâs not here today? Yuji, do you know this man?â
The boy in question bounces with excitement, âOf course! This is Sukuna, my uncle who just got out of jail and drives fast cars.â
âAh- ahah.â Said Sukuna chuckles gingerly, eyes flitting between his beaming nephew and your blank expression. Finally settling on the kid, âYuji! What have I told you about uh- the benefits of um- safe driving and caring for our fellow civilians on the road?â
And there was Sukunaâs first mistake - asking a question, because surely that was a sign for Yuji to nod solemnly. âThat itâs for lame pussies who- mmpf!â
âAhâŠâ You blink.
The damage was already done- but Sukunaâs clapping a meaty palm over Yujiâs mouth already. Oh, he was smashing this kidâs iPad when theyâre home. A thin line of nervous sweat beads down his temple as he stares up at you, âK-kids these days, right, maâam?â
Yuji frowns, âBut you do call them lame pussies who-â
âYuji!â
âRight right, miss.â The lively girl from before - Kugisaki, he thinks her name was - latches onto your swaying skirts. âAnd he also likes to drink.â
âAnd slash tires.â
âTuna mayo.âÂ
The crowd mercifully quietens down for a split-second. ââŠâ
Until a grumpy black-haired boy peeks through his bangs at that last line, as if translating. âHe says he also sets fires.â
Sukuna never said that - but he doesnât get a single chance to say so. Too busy staring at the constant knit of your brows, the way your gaze was darting from the children to Sukuna like a tennis match, trying to bite back a smile. âI-is that so?â
âAnd he has a lotta tattoos.â Yuji pries off his uncleâs muffling palm, back to climbing him like his very own jungle gym. As if to prove his point, he pokes the bulging band of black ink that encircles Sukunaâs bicep. âSee?â
And if he was any less devastated about making himself look like an absolute fool in front of his nephewâs pretty preschool teacher, then maybe heâd have noticed that look in your eyes.Â
Maybe.
Maybe heâd have seen the slight glint in them as you followed Yujiâs pudgy, directing finger - from the wide tattoos at his biceps, to his wrist, to the circles peeking through Sukunaâs off-white undershirt. So tight that it was like the pale color was nearly painted onto him- if Itadori Jin was the sweet, soft single dad that was always early for pick-up, then Sukuna was just rugged.Â
From the dishevelled state of his twinning rosy hair, to the studded piercing on his left earlobe, to the naturally-honed muscles that made him look hulking.
And it almost seemed like you wereâŠchecking him out? But surely that was a figment of Sukunaâs imagination, right? Right?
Youâre nodding as Yuji looks to you impatiently for approval, âWhy, youâre quite right, Yuji.â The corners of your glossed lips curl upwards as you turn to Sukuna - and he feels electricity pang down his body. âUncles these days, huh?â
Ah, he was gone for.Â
It was almost a comical sight, youâre thinking - such a large, towering man well over six feet, speechlessly gawking at you. Leaned forwards, ears red; barely even registering the way his nephew grabs onto the tufts of his coral pink hair like a horse- whispering for the rest of his friends to join in.
Kugisaki makes two treks grabbing onto his sides before sheâs looking up and crinkling her nose, âEw. Youâre red again, Mr. Felon.â
âHeâs not Mr. Felon, heâs Mr. Tire-slasher.â
Yuji shakes his head, âNo, heâs Mr. Mugshot.â Seated upon Sukunaâs broad shoulders, the boy adjusts his body to stick a hand inside his backpack and search. âWould you like to see the mugshot, miss-â
âOkay, time for us to get home.âÂ
Firmly, Sukuna tries to shoo away the army of toddlers trying to climb him as gently as possible - only four glares, now thatâs a record. Nephew still on his back, bag now wrestled into his hand and well away from where Yuji could procure any printouts of his (admittedly flattering) mugshot.Â
Heâs feeling his heartbeat pick up just a lilâ as he darts his eyes back to you, âI-it was just probation, by the way. Happened to slash some uh- tiresâŠâÂ
âAnd also drive fast!â Yuji pipes up happily.
ââŠThat too.â Grouchy face wincing at the amused smile on your face- goddammit heâs never going to be able to show his face here ever again. Sukuna simpers out a wave, making sure to flex his chiseled biceps at you ever-so-slightly - if he couldnât keep reputation, at least he could make you stare. âSee you âround, teach.â
âSee you around, Mr. Mugshot.â
Fuck.Â
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âI thought I said Iâm not doing shit for the bratâs school again.âÂ
Jin patiently gestures for him to hush with the swearing in front of the gaggle of children, humming as he keeps handing out sugar cookies - half-off for dealing with Sukunaâs shoddy customer service. âWell, technically, weâre not in the preschool. Weâre in the park.â
His younger brother seethes, flicking the ribbons of his pretty pink apron (Jinâs doing, of course.) âHaving a damn bake sale-â
âShush, Ryo. There are children around.â
âExactly my point!â Was Sukuna the crazy one? He must be the crazy one. And heâs running a grumpy hand through his unruly pink locks- before remembering that one of those damn kids running around this bake sale had called him cotton-candy head and now heâs both irritated and unable to self-soothe.
Itâd been Jinâs idea to drag him to the preschool bake sale, held at the nearby childrenâs park- something about raising money for a talent show.
Honestly, fuck talent shows. It didnât even take two minutes surrounded by all the fanfare for him to have half the mind to eat those sweet treats himself and just leave-
âOh hey, youâre Mr. Mugshot.â A little boy wearing a panda mask, one heâs never even seen before, points up at him and giggles as Sukuna glares. Did that nickname really spread?
Heâs bending over their frilly pink stall with a damn good word or two about-
âOh! Jin, thank you for coming.â Before heâs hearing the sound of the pearly gates of heaven, and an angel to accompany right along with it. You. Whoâd silently meandered up to their cookie stand with an expression of both delight and concern. Your gorgeous mouth pursing as you stop to think, âAndâŠSukuna, right? Thank you, too, the children really appreciate the work youâre putting in.â
You remembered his name. He has to hold back a squeal.Â
âA-ah, yeah- yeah! Of course, of course.â Heâs swiftly leaning over the stall, arms crossed so that you can fully take in the way they streeetch his tight sleeveless turtleneck.Â
In the faint distance - honestly, it feels like miles away - heâs hearing the panda-mask boy unsubtly whisper something to his father about how âMr. Mugshot has turned red.âÂ
Not! Obviously not- smooth. Ryomen Sukuna is supposed to be smooth, and heâs desperately attacking his features into something that resembles suave nonchalance. âIâm aâŠreal philanthropic type of guy, yâknow?â Cocking his head with a smug grin, âSo, you come âround here often?â
Youâre smirking, your giggle sounding like his favorite song. âWell, it is my preschool class.â
Ah, shit. His eyes widen just a fraction, right.Â
Scoffing, âTch, uh, yeah. I knew that.â
So many days spent mentally praying that yet another one of Jinâs work meetings went over time again - just so that Sukuna would have an excuse to see your pretty face. And thatâs the first thing he says?
Suddenly, heâs too aware of the ogling toddlers, of the snug pink apron that he was currently donning - and the way your eyes seem to stray down to the gaudy bow settled between his pecs.
At this point, it seems even his brother takes pity on him. Adjusting his glasses with a soft chuckle, âIt seems Ryo here had the greatest time at pick-up last week, he only had good things to say about you, maâam.â
You blink in slight surprise, eyes taking in Sukunaâs large, fidgeting figure. âIâm quite flattered.â
Yes! Sukunaâs pleading eyes snap to the interested twinkle in your eyes, and then to the other man- yes, keep going!
âOf course, Yuji did tell me he was upset he didnât get to show you his printed mugshot of him. It was all that he could-â
Fuck no!Â
Catching the otherâs urgent eyes, Jin sputters- âB-but- but, it was just a little vandalism, of course. Just a little ahâŠa little driving and- eek!â Cutting himself off promptly as soon as Sukuna steps down on Jinâs foot, syllables stumbling, looking âround anywhere for any distraction. âWhy donât you- ah! Why donât you give our lovely teacher here a cookie, Sukuna. Free of charge.âÂ
Youâre waving your hands, oh-so-sweetly, âI could never, please let me pay-â
âNah, a pretty girl like you? I should give you more, ma.â He could give you a totally different type of cookie but this might just not be the place to say those words out loud- ah, heâs still got it.Â
Sukunaâs thumbing out the biggest baked treat between a fluffy tissue and handing it over to you- ready to feel the sweet, sweet graze of your fingertips, if he was lucky.
But oh- it seems like the gates of heaven really have just opened up to him, because instead of taking it from his hands, youâre leaning down and taking a bite. Straight from where he held it. Humming as the candied taste floods your mouth, the soft pushness of your lips taps against the edge of his thumb.
And he wonders how theyâd feel on his lips, instead.Â
âAh, sorry.â Youâre taking a peek at him through your lashes and maybe he doesnât still have it because Sukuna feels his breath hitch. âIt just looked so good, and my hands are a littleâŠâ
And itâs only then that heâs noticing just how many boxes upon bags of things youâd bought from nearly every stall here. Happy to support your students - oh, you really were an angel.Â
âOh, let me.â Ever the gentleman, Jin hastens to move around a few bags so that youâre more comfortable. All while Sukuna can only hold out the cookie and freeze. Slack-jawed.Â
Completely ridiculous.Â
He doesnât move a single millimeter, not even when youâre now able to easily grasp the baked good from him. Expectantly waiting, palm raised - while he only ogles you.Â
âI uh- let me just-â And it takes Itadori Jin both hands to pry the crumbling cookie from Sukunaâs hands, sighing before wrapping up about two more in apology and handing them over to you. âWe do hope you like them, maâam.â
âMhmââ Rubbing over the crumbs at the edge of your lower lip with one hand, you look dead-set on Sukuna as you murmur. âIt was delicious. My compliments to the chef.â
Sukuna might not have been the chef - baker, whatever you said goes - it was Jin, but he canât help but feel on top of the world as if he was. Waiting just until youâre out of sight, walking through the sunny Spring park up to the next parent-manned stand, to pump his fist with a low âhell yeah!â
âRyo, you havenât been this smitten since- well, ever.â
âDaddy, Mr. Mugshot is really weird.â
Sukuna whirls at a few staring parents- âThe fuck are you lookinâ at?â
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âRemind me why youâre here again?â
âRemind me why youâre here again?â
Arguing with a thirteen-year-old wasnât very high on Sukunaâs bucket list, and yet, it seemed to happen on a nearly daily basis. He would blame middle school for being the root of Chosoâs attitude, but he suspects the new emo look has something to do with it, too.
And maybe the fact that the older man was accompanying one of his weekly visits to Yujiâs preschool playground. Cutting off just the last of Fridayâs classes just so that he could walk down the street to see his little brother. Despite seeing him at home every day, but still.Â
Thatâs also what Sukuna himself was here for- of course. Why else would he-
âAh ah- Kugisaki, what have I told you about using the toy construction hammer for things other than construction? We donât hit, mâkay?â
Sighing, the way that Sukunaâs towering frame leans against the playgroundâs cherry blossom tree for support draws such disgust from Choso. Dark eyes flickering between his blushing uncle, and you - in the middle of the sand pit, trying to wrangle a class of toddlers. âYouâre pathetic.â
âShut it, scrawny.â
âWhy donât you just talk to her?â
Sukunaâs life flashes before his very eyes, and strangely itâs mainly made up of every moment where heâs embarrassed himself in front of you. Looking away with a huff, âItâsâŠcomplicated.â
The other snickers, âWell, itâs about to get a whole lot more complicated because sheâs coming up to us right now.â
Oh, fuck.
Now, he might have had the sense to âaccidentallyâ bump into his oldest nephew just as he was on his route to meet Yuji (Sukuna had memorized his schedule, sauntering by this very block for an hour until heâd run into Choso) - but he didnât have enough wit for this.
Conversations? With both parties and a classroom of preschoolers participating?Â
He was just about ready to race right out of here and leave Choso to the wolves-
âCho! Youâre here as always.â Youâre smiling as you waltz up to them, a neat line of toddlers following you as they would a mother duck. Hitting him with your scent of flowers nâ the sunniest of days, âAnd I see youâve brought along a guest with you- how are you, Sukuna?â
âF-fine.â F-fine? With a stutter? Sukuna simply bristles at the smirk his nephew shoots his way, already feeling the tips of his pierced ears start to scald bright hot.Â
âBubba!â
Saved by the bell-like shriek of Yuji, enough to make Choso take a few steps over and hug his toddling brother so tight that the former squeals. Checking him over for scratches, dust, stickers- you name it.Â
Youâre catching the raise of Sukunaâs brows and chuckle, âHe is always quite the attentive older brother. You should join us more often, Iâm sure Yuji would enjoy having his favorite uncle around.â
Mouth dry, âIâm- Iâm his only uncle.â
Yet, your grin still stands - a slight knowing curve in them that makes his brain fuzzy, and his lips just a bit too loose. Did he say he liked drinking again? What a fucking lie, you got him more buzzed than a shot of straight vodka pumping through his nerves.Â
And heâs finding himself reaching over to brush a stray petal of cherry-pink from your crown. Blurting out before he can stop himself, âHeyâŠso whatâs your ty- I mean, are you seeing any-â
âSheâs mine!â Cuts off an annoying, grating voice - one that understood what you evidently didnât, with the few syllables that Sukuna had been able to croak out.
And heâs looking over your shoulder to find himself being stared down (stared up at?) by a boisterous, buzz-cut boy slightly older than Yuji. Protectively standing behind you as he glared daggers, âWhen Iâm old like you, she shall be my bride, Mr. Mugshot.â
Huh.
Youâre droning out in your nicest tone, wagging your finger. âNow now, Todo Aoi, what have I told you about not proposing to your teachers?â
âTo not.â
âAnd what are you doing?â
âProposing.â Stifling a sigh, you realise that it would be yet another chat with Todoâs guardian about the boyâs harmless little puppy crush.Â
But before you can direct the conversation back towards anything else, heâs stabbing an accusing index up at Sukunaâs looming frame. âMiss teacher here-â Not quite your name, but close enough. â-and my sweet idol Takada-chan are the only ones I shall marry. You canât have either!â
âWho the hellâŠâ Sukuna furrows his brows- what was this boy talking about? âListen, kid, I-â
âPffftâ!â He could recognize that burst of muffled laughter anywhere, and at least Choso was having a grand olâ time- whispering to Yuji, âDonât you think this is like those late-night dramas dad pretends not to watch?â
No! Sukunaâs internally groaning.Â
âOh- oh yeah!â An over-hearing Kugisaki bounces at the mention of dramas, âMy mommy watches those. Times like this the two guys will fight over the pretty girl.â
Todo puffs up his chest, âThen fight me, old man- I demand a duel!â
âIâm not even thirty?â
âThatâs old.â Choso nods.
âYouâre thirteen.â
âIâm five!â Yuji jumps up, and immediately his older brotherâs pulling his phone out to snap a few hundred photographs at the cuteness.Â
Todo stomps, âFight me, fossilââ
And his young nephew - that traitor - is the next one to shrill with glee at the altercation, clapping his hands once Todo charges forward with a damn war cry to pummel Sukunaâs abs with hits about as fierce as cotton. âFight! Fight! Fight!â
At the slight raise of your brows at the chaos, Sukuna rushes to explain, âPlease excuse my nephewâs behaviour, maâam, I donât know where he got it from-â
Choso deadpans, âBut youâre the one that taught us that the best talk is to talk with your fists because-â The two brothers turn to each other in unison, as if preaching the truth and nothing but the truth. â-weâre no weakass bi-â
âTheir father.â Sukuna grits out- okay, maybe that kidâs punches were getting a little more painful. Or maybe it was just the way you were cocking your head at him that made his stomach churn, âSurely.âÂ
âDefend the honor of your woman, geriatricâ!â
Seemingly snapping out of the little reverie of taking in whatever the fuck this was, you clap your hands in that teacherly way to demand silence. âAlright alright, break it up. You wouldnât want me to take down any of your star points, would you, Aoi?â Tugging away the boy from Sukuna, you grimace up at him. âIâm so sorry about all of- well- this.â
âYâknow how they apologize to each other in the dramas?â Kugisaki speaks up, and honestly, this girl really did speak up at the most inopportune times. She glows at all the attention on her, âThey kiss.â
And she was a genius.
An absolute genius, bob-cut!
Yuji - ever his lilâ ally - starts pumping his fist with whoots- âKiss! Kiss! Kiss!â
Starting up a slight chant within your group, you turn to him in question.
âI uhâŠâ Sukuna starts, tilting his body down ever-so-slightly, until you could could nearly every thread on his dark hoodie. The way his slashing tattoos framing his jaw ripple as he gulps, âYou donât have to do anything if you donât want to, ma- thatâs assuming you wanted to do something, and what I meant was-â
It was one second. A singular, heavenly second that your lips graze the right side of Sukunaâs cheek as he rambled - fluttering away right before his skin started to scorch with a blush.
Quite frankly, fuck nonchalance.Â
âEwww, heâs red again. Whatâs wrong with him?â
âWere you this red when you were setting fires, Mr. Mugshot?â
âHe looked nothing like this in his mugshot- wanna see?â
âSalmon.â
Ears tinting a shade that matches his hair, voicebox void of any coherent words, Sukuna barely even functions until heâs hearing the sharp ka-chick! of a camera shutter. Whirling his head âround to find Choso with his phone pointed at him, catching him in all his flustered glory. âIâll send it to the family groupchat.â He turns to you. âAnd to you on the preschool groupchat.â
Imagine Sukunaâs surprise when he finds you nodding, âMhm, oh, and I should really be getting the kids back now, itâs almost time for the bell.â Making the kids waddle into a neat line once more, you wave. âThank you for the visit- do come again, it was quiteâŠinteresting.â
And they stare - Choso at Yuji, Sukuna at you - as you and your classroom disappear back within the preschool walls. âNo phone for you for two weeks.â
âNo hot teacherâs number for you forever.â
Only after a second- âHey- hey kid. Show me that number again? Iâll make it one week.â
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Sukuna had almost, mercifully, forgotten about that damn talent show.Â
The bake sale? Gaping at you for nearly five full minutes straight? Never happened.Â
And heâd almost convinced himself of that- until the time came for him to be seated right on the very front row of the cozy preschool auditorium. Taking up nearly three chairs as he squeezes himself into the humble seat, arms crossed and scowling.Â
âYou knowâŠâ Jin claps as Yuji and Kugisaki fight to clamber onto stage first, with a reluctant Fushiguro in tow. About to showcase whatever it is that theyâd been practising with doves and sticks all week. From the corner of his mouth, âWhen we had the kiddos over, Megs told me something very interesting the other day.â
âHm.â Sukunaâs grunts noncommittally when Yuji pulls out a comically large fairy wand - ah, a magic show.
âSomething about you duelling with a kid for the hand of a certain someone.â
Letting out a strangled groan, his eyes immediately find you - as they always seemed to do. Stuck on the way you were kneeled by the front of the stage, motivating each little performer tonight. âY-ya donât sayâŠâ
Jin beams, âYou know, you should really ask her out, Ryo- oh! Do you need our help? I can tell you this, the Itadori family makes great wingmen.â
âYa donât say.â
Tattletale, Sukunaâs grousing. And just as Fushiguro Megumi finds himself being stuffed into a box - to be sawed in half as all good magicians did, apparently - the older man slowly, menacingly pulls out his prized camcorder.Â
Just in time for Fushiguro to glance over and have his face pale at the blinking, recording lens.Â
âAfter all, Megumi did say you were blushing like a- what was it- âmaiden in loveâ that day. How cute.âÂ
âYa donât say.â Sukuna zooms in, right on the black-haired boyâs ashen face once the saw raises high in the air to magically cut him in half. And to make things even worse, he starts pointing at his camera, mouthing through a grin, âOh yes.â At Fushiguroâs slight shake of his head. âYou are dead.â
But, alas, it was too good to be true.
And instead of having the little snitch be the casualty in one of Yujiâs magic tricks, the talent show goes shockingly smoothly. Hell, Wasuke slept through only about half of it, which was as much of a compliment as one could get.Â
All because of your efforts, surely - and when the entire thing ends with (surprise, surprise) every little brat getting awarded a winning prize, Sukuna finds himself not half-annoyed that heâd actually sat through all of it.
Well, right up until about when it was time for the exhausted preschoolers to be taken home by their families.Â
And Yuji comes bounding up to the four with a squealingââDaddaâ! Bubbaâ! Grampsâ! Mr. Mug-â
âAnother word out of you and Iâm throwing your iPad out the window.â Sukuna grumbles, heart leaping to his throat when heâs spotting your chuckling figure follow up behind his nephew, as if Jinâs elbowing wasnât a sign enough.
Yuji frowns, âAw, but I already told everyone here.â
Damn gremlin- but before he can get another word in, youâre already greeting his brother and father with a smile. âItâs so great to see you again, Mr. Itadori- I hope that blood pressure you were telling me about is better now.â
âAh, ya know- I wonât be dying any time soon.â Wasuke barks out a hoarse noise of laughter, before beadily eyeing Sukuna. âThis one, howeverâŠâ
Your gorgeous face drops in worry, and he doesnât know whether to whine at his father for letting you make that expression, or giggle because you cared about him. Fuck. âOh no- everything alright, Sukuna?â
But Wasuke answers for him, âNo. Not at all, quite the incurable disease, my dear.â
He watches on in matching confusion with Yuji as Jin lights up beside him, âAh- ah! Right right, that-â Soothing his face into something pitiful as he turns to you, âThat ah- thing that only heh- one person can solve.â
About as subtle as a sledgehammer.Â
And just as efficient in bagging the woman of oneâs dreams.
Because you only furrow your brows in confusion, âIâmâŠsorry? What?â
Sukunaâs older brotherâs smile tightens in desperation, nervously laughing. âYou- you knowâŠthat thing?â And you tilt your head, eyes darting between the four as if trying to work out the punchline. âThe thing like- the heart condition? No- not something serious but likeâŠthe butterflies?â Now looking to Sukuna for help - as if the other man wouldnât just let him rot in the very grave heâd dug for himself.Â
Then at Choso, whoâd been quietly attempting to disappear into the wall plaster. Trying not to laugh as he dotes on Yuji, âThe doki-doki.â
Jin snaps his fingers, âYes! Like the doki-doki? The-â
âOh, for fuckâs sake- he wants to fu-â
âThatâs enough for tonight, pa.â It really does run in the family - because in a split-second, Sukuna has his palm clapped over Itadori Wasukeâs mouth. Smile painfully plastic, âDid you take your meds today, dear father? I donât believe you took your meds today.â
He plunges his sprightly father into Jinâs arms, âSay, Jin, why donât you get dad his meds.â Making note of the way that you - still thoroughly confused, and now thoroughly off your shift helping each student get to their guardian - were toyinâ with the cute decorations of your car keys.Â
Letting his mouth work before his brain could regret anything- âAnd why donât I walk you to your car, ma?â
âI- what.â Youâre somewhat shocked at being addressed so directly, and at the kindly incline of Sukunaâs head. âDonât you have a heart condition? I wouldnât want to exert you, Sukuna.â
Wasuke grunts, âExert him in another- mmpf-â Hastily shushed by Chosoâs palm, more for his sanityâs sake than his uncleâs.
These damn- he narrows a glare down at an unabashedly-eavesdropping Jin and Wasuke. âNo. No, donât worry about it, they were just joking. Ha. Ha.âÂ
WellâŠit was quite dark outside the building, even with the surrounding streetlights. And your vehicle might just be a little ways away but it never hurt to be extra safe, did it? Especially when his stature was so intimidating anyways?
And so, you nod.Â
And he walks with you.
More like floats beside you on cloud nine, actually. Sukunaâs sure you two made quite a sight in the corridor, if the way passing parents whispered to each other signalled anything - him, with his ears flared red, unable to even look at you directly as you two were alone. You, as perfect as ever.
âAh- so-â
âWhat did you-â
Youâre both speaking at the same time once youâre out of the school building, laughing into the nearly-empty night air that forms clouds out of your puffs of laughter. The few minutes of a walk to the parking lot seemed like eternity - and Sukuna would have gladly let it be.Â
âYou speak.â Youâre urging.
âNo you.â
âYou-â
âI refuse.â
âFine.â Rolling your eyes, you never noticed the way he always seemed to nudge his head ever-so-closely to you whenever you spoke. As if he was hanging onto your every word. âWhat did you think about the talent show?â
âBrilliant. All because of you, of course- got so much blackmail to use in ten years.â He cackles.
Though, thatâs stopped short very soon the nanosecond youâre nudging him playfully. Heat touching heat. And he shivers, âHit me if this is strange.â Letting the tense air clog his throat, at least, thatâs his excuse for it. âBut do you remember that thing I meant to ask you that one time at the playgroundâŠâ
âYesâ?â
âAre you-â Sukunaâs husky baritone cracks and he twists his face into a wince, âD-do you happen to be seeing anyone?â
You blink, and thereâs something about the way you look at him that makes him feel like youâre holding back such a smile. How he wished to see it right now. Musing into the silent night air, only thrumming with your footsteps towards the car, âNope.â
âO-oh.â And if this was any other time, then heâd be embarrassed about how obviously relieved he sounds. How you surely must have picked up on it.
Faking nonchalance, heâs stuffing his hand into the baggy cloth of his ripped jeans, âCool.â And it was a damn good thing you didnât have x-ray vision like all the heroes in all those weekend cartoons Yuji watched - because then youâd have seen the way his painted nails dig in so deeply into his palms in pure excitement. Nearly hard enough to draw blood. âVery cool.â
âVery cool.â Youâre echoing, now stood by the driverâs seat of your car - just waiting for him to say something. Anything.Â
Waiting as he opens his mouth- âWhatâs your ty-â
âYuji- Yuji noooo- donât interrupt your uncleâs k-drama moment- oh, dammit.â Itadori Jin, whoâd been chasing after an adventure-hungry Yuji, balks at the way you were both so close. Snatching up his struggling toddler, âForget about me! We- we never here- go back to doing whatever you were doing!â
And somehow, you lurch apart as if youâd just been shocked. Only now realizing just how warm the temperature of his proximity was, fighting to keep your professional façade in front of your spying audience.Â
âI bid you goodnight, Jin- Yuji.â Gesturing out a wave, youâre getting into your ride so quickly that Sukuna thinks he mustâve been dreaming you up. âAnd you, Sukuna.â
Nevermind- not a dream.Â
Definitely not a dream. Because even in his sweetest hallucinations he wouldnât have been able to make you say his name like that. Almost a purr. Almost batting your lashes.
Almost ripping out his heart from his very chest as you then speed down the road.
âThatâs the best ya couldâve done, sonny? Even after I taught you everything to know about wooing a woman?â How very much like Wasuke to manifest from nearly thin air, from somewhere out of the shadows of the building.Â
âNot that.âÂ
âEspecially that.â
The older man only waves off Jinâs bemoaning concern about âruining the moment- they had a doki-doki moment!â âChosoâs in the car, canât believe I lost a bet to a middle-schooler. Dammit.â
Sukunaâs eyes widen, âYouâŠbet on me?â
âWhaddaya think, sonny?âÂ
Jin smiles, âGuilty.â
âGwuilty!âÂ
âNo- no, Yuji, not guilty.â
Wasuke paces away, shaking his head. âThought I raised you better- keh! Thought Iâd get grandchildren from you, too. Tch, now I owe a middle-schooler fifty yen, oh, woe is me.â
It takes a second for Sukuna to register the words, âWait- only fifty yen?â
âYeah, thatâs just about my belief in you, kid.â
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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!Â
âOi- oi, Jin. Go get the door.â
âIâm cooking dinnerâ! Cho, could you get the door?â
âIâm in the middle of homework- ask uncle.â
Sukuna grumbles, why the hell was he the one to always answer that damn door? Honestly, Yuji could buck up and get some experience yelling at sleazy salesmen sometimes. Sprawled out across the TV room couch, he stares at his nephew playing with a toy bow and arrows set on the floor, âYuji, could you get the-â
âI can hear you, Ryo.â
Dammit- there was a reason why Itadori Jin was the older brother.Â
And there was also a reason why Ryomen Sukuna had a reputation in this quaint neighborhood for being a boor - not that that was much of a brag. But at least it explained why he was stomping up to the oak front door, damn near ripping it off its hinges with a growl- âWeâre not buying any- oh.â
âOhâ was right.
Because standing right there on his porch was a damn sight for sore eyes - you.Â
You, with your mouth parted and your brows slightly raised as you looked from the messy bangs of his locks to the oversized sweater he was wearing. You, who doesnât even flinch about the fact that heâd just answered the door yelling. You, donned in a pretty lilâ skirt that makes him gulp-Â
âYou okay, Sukuna?â
âNo. So how are you doinâ on this fine day, ma? â
âOh!â A happy call of your name makes you turn - even though Sukuna just stares, shell-shocked. Jin shoves him bodily out of the way, opening the door wider, âPlease- come in, weâve been expecting you.â
Looking down at the slight stain of something at the hem of his sweatpants, the other man frowns. Itâs not like that was news heâd ever forget - so why the hell was he looking like that? âWe have?â
âYes?â Jinâs showing you the way in- only for you to be dragged in by an overeager Yuji anyways. And as the two of you disappear down the halls, heâs turning to his taller brother in genuine confusion. âDid Cho not tell you that we were having Yujiâs teacher over for dinner tonight?â
At Sukunaâs sputtering, Jin wastes no time grasping a nearby broomstick and thumping the wooden end up against the ceiling. âKamo Chosoâ!â
And out comes a muffled reply, âI told grandpa to tell him!â
âHaaah? I told Yuji to.â
It sinks in. The fact that you were here, all prettily dolled-up and at their family home - and youâd happened to see him in nothing but a stained, ratty sweatshirt and pants torn down the side of his thigh to show off one tattoo.Â
Jin grimaces, âUmâŠwe can still wingman our way through this?â
âIâm gonna kill you.â
Murder does not, in fact, come before dinner; as all good manners dictate. And Sukuna decides that revenge can wait after heâs totally, completely, utterly made you swoon.
âS-so-â Only after a quick change into his best tightly-fitted turtleneck and his silver chains did he dare to show his face âround you again. Spritzing enough cologne to almost overpower Jinâs omurice, he tries to smize from where he was sitting right opposite you on the kotatsu. âNice place, huh?âÂ
The shot of extra, extra strong sake that Wasuke slides over is a consolation as much as a âyouâre not in a restaurant, you fool!â He finishes the cup in one go.
âYou do have a very beautiful home.â Youâre nodding over at a proud Jin.Â
âAnd the- food- how is the food?â Another cup- what moral support, father.Â
âMmm- amazing, I usually never have the time to cook much for myself with the kids nâ all.â
Which Jin takes as the cue for him to butt in on the conversation, helping it flow as smoothly as an enclosing dam would to a river. âYou like kids, huh?â Kicking Sukuna underneath the kotatsu, he rattles the plates. âOur Ryo here alsoâŠtolerates children.â
âWhy I love kids, yeah.â Sukuna tuts as he lifts his hand to pat the crown of Chosoâs head- who only swerves out of the way, food finished nâ leaving the room to join his brother playing. Hiccuping, you were so pretty sat in front of him like this- too pretty, that the vision of you was starting to get blurry.Â
And another cup.
Heâs jostled by the tap of Jinâs hand on his arms- âAnd heâs actually quite sweet in his own way once you get to know him. Iâm sure dad agrees-â Ignoring Wasukeâs âI donâtâ. â-that heâd make such a responsible-â
âU-unless you donât like kids.â Still stuck on that - still. Sukuna downs it and then shakily pours himself another. âIn that case, I donât like kids either. Yeah, canât stand them.â
And another.Â
Jin and Wasuke share a glance between themselves when the hulking man leans over the kotatsu towards you with what sounded suspiciously like a whine. âWould you want kids with me?â
And-Â
âSukuna-â
âW-wellâtime for Ryo to be put to bed, I think.â Jin hastily stands up, struggling to hoist his oversized younger brother from his seat. Failing, evidently, as in that time heâs managing to gulp down another two or three sake cups. âDad- a little- help?â
Wasuke only shakes his head gravely at you, âYou should know he was switched at birth.â
âWeâre nearly identical twinsââ
âTwins? What-â Sukuna babbles, âDoes she want twins?â
Glassy eyes blinking nâ squinting furiously down at you as if trying to figure out whether you were real. Before ultimately giving up, it seems.
Because heâs stumbling a few unsteady steps forwards, pulled by Jin, before dropping to his knees and toppling his head over your lap, just by the gap of the kotatsu edge and your stomach. Heâs nuzzling his face right against your tummy, âMmmâ maybe triplets. Would be the cutest fuckinâ things if they looked anything like hck! her.â
You giggle and he gasps- as if the epiphany had just struck him. âQuadruplets?â
Starinâ down at him, at the rosy blush painting his ears, youâre muttering. âYou wish.â
âDammit- even this hck! illusion of her is fine as fuck. Shit. I wonder if her type isâŠâÂ
Trailing off, he looks to his older brother for assistance- who helpfully supplies, âSad and drunk?â
Wasukeâs contribution- âZero game- as the kids say?â
âDangerous?â You pretend to think, assessing over the mountainous heap of a man. âActually- only pretends to be but is really a softie inside?â
âYes! That- wonder if he type is dangerousâŠpretend dangerous. Iâd give her all the kids sheâd ever want- all bigâŠnâ glowingâŠâ It was almost like the setting of the sun, and just as quietly that Sukunaâs dipping past the edge of consciousness. âAndâŠmineâŠif she wants. Oh, only if she wants- Iâve gotta- hck!â He turns up slightly to you, â-gotta woo her first, you see? Gotta date herâŠmarryâŠbut- but most of allâŠâ Words slowing, heartbeat still racing whenever he looked at you. âIâŠjust want to love you, pretty girl.â
And with that, he was out like a flickered light.Â
With only Wasuke, Jin, and Choso with his camera snooping through the doorway as witnesses for when youâre snaking a hand down to the phone bulging in Sukunaâs pocket. Quickly entering a few coordinates and a date.Â
And a heart emoji.
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âOh- oh, shit, mama.â Sukunaâs tongue lays over the sheeny insides of your thighs, throat muddled with groans and the cloying taste of your slick gluing to his rovering mouth.
Honestly, fuck whatever tips his family had made him memorize before coming over for his lilâ âtalkâ at your cozy apartment, as promised. Because the two of you had barely made out two or three words before Sukuna found himself sprawled on his back on your bed.Â
Your knees framing his face, your clothed cunt right near his mouth.
Right near where heâs dotting your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses that make your entire body tremble. Whimpering over your shoulder, âD-didnât think youâd be such a tease, Kuna.â
âBecause this isnât real.â Heâs breathing out, as if heâs just so sure of that fact. As if he can glide his ringed index down the dampened slit of your folds and drool- because this feels like a dream nâ he was going to savor every moment. âFuck, thereâs no way this is-â
And just at that very moment, heâs craning his head up further between your pretty, pretty legs. Greedy tastebuds darted out just so he can catch the treacly splat! of your leaking slit.
Dampening his tongue nâ drooling all down the edge of his tattooed chin, âDo you even know how many times Iâve imagined this exact moment?â
âMmm- no-â Youâre wrenching out a heady puff of air- spread on your front in the meanest sixty-nine. You gulp down your parched throat as youâre taking in the wet, bulging outline of Sukunaâs erection through his boxers. âBut I can guess.â
He was just so big, aching-Â
Ryomen Sukuna wasnât just rock-hard. He was hard enough that heâs sure his round, bawling tip was damn near ready to fall off, twitching oh-so-painfully in his pants as heâs snapping back your soaked panties with a wet thwack!
Just a glimpse of the wet haven you were hiding and heâs groaning throatily, âGuess-â He hisses, close enough that the straight end of his nose slides down your puffy pussylips. Nudging your panties to the side and sniiiiiffing you, âYouâll never be able to guess how badly I want you, pretty girl.â
Never.
Never would you have even been able to register that within mere split-seconds, heâd have one beefy arm looping around your hips to make you sit on top of his mouth.
Slamming the edge of your cunt against his chin, plopping your full weight down until heâs nose-deep between your quivering legs. âFuck-â Letting the first gush of your saccharine juices flood his throat, lips against lips. âFuck fuck fuck- what was I evenâŠsaying?â
âW-waitââ Your breath hitches, spine arching into such a perfect curvature. You claw onto his meaty thighs in an attempt to regain balance, âYou wonât be able to breathe like this, Sukuna-â
âYou think I fucking care?â
Itâs spat - spat - out right against the swollen nub of your clit. Hazed crimson irises rolling to the veeeery deep, dark depths of his skull at the first long gliiiide of Sukunaâs tongue from top to bottom of your pussy.Â
Cheeks hollowed the very moment heâs pushinâ himself even closer, âYou think I ngh- can care about anything else?â The very moment heâs tugging you back down - with the full force of his upper strength, hard enough that your heated aches with raw, primal bruises. âBe a good girl nâ put that hah- pussy on my face. Fucking- sit-â
âI donât- fuuuuckââ Fingers twitching, itâs all you can do to fumble with the drawstrings of his wettened boxers.Â
Thighs shaking at every flicker of his slimy tongue swirlinâ and stirrinâ every inch of your outer pussy. Your head muddles with the realization that Sukunaâs tongue was just so long that he could lap at your glisten hole nâ still have enough length left over to snag on your clit. âYouâre not going to be the only hah- one-â
Whimpering, you find your eyes blurring up each time the ridged texture of his tastebuds glissade between your folds. Curlinâ in just past the elastic circle of your entrance-
And youâre gasping - but you donât know whether itâs because of the lecherous intrusion or because of the way youâre pushing down Sukunaâs snug underwear to free his massive cock.
Reddened, swollen.
Heâs bulging all solid and girthy that it makes your hole clench âround his flexible tongue. The cutest ruby-red at the top of his shaft, forming a gradient all the way down to his tight, heavy balls. Mentally, youâre counting about nine- fuck, maybe even ten damn inches that hit the end of your chin as he springs up.Â
And from where youâre straddling him, you can make out what looked like a matching thick, black band of ink around his bulky hilt.Â
Letting the polished pink crown of his cockhead smear out a generous dollop of pre, youâre teasing your tongue out just enough to taste the salted caramel taste.Â
âYouâre soâŠâ Sinking him past your spit-slicked lips, his swabbing mushroom tip is just so big that your jaw aches just by looking at him. Just by fitting him inside, right until his drivelling slit- â-s-sho big, Sukuna.â
âFuck- fuck-â Heâs spitting into your cunt and you find yourself flinching, hard enough that his pearly white canines nip at your thighs and you cry out.
And heâs only holding you back - not letting you shift your restless hips even a single centimeter as heâs eating you out like a man dying of thirst. Dry tastebuds lavishing himself with wads of slick, Sukunaâs stuffing your tight hole with the entirety of his tongue. âYouâre m-making me drool.â
You swear youâre feeling the thin line of his wet spittle stain the front of your cunt, whimpering around his bulbous cockhead. âMade ya stutter, too, Sukuna.â
âOhhhh- talkinâ smart, are we?â Snickering, he lets off a loud spank against the front of your pussy - one that makes your bones reverberate, and your mind numb. Pushinâ back to ride the circling girth of his tongue, to ride him. âWhy donâtcha put that mouth into use elsewhere?â
Elsewhere - his cock was so hot and throbbing between your swollen lips. Just the slightest slip nâ slide makes it feel like heâs pulsing all the way at the back of your throat.Â
Creaminâ out a spray of syrupy precum that slides down your tongue, âSo big- too big.â And yet- it was just so cute how youâre suckling him like your favorite lolly, eyes criss-crossing when youâre trying to take more. He couldnât even bottom out. âMmmâ dunno if itâll even all fit.â
âWellâŠâÂ
The way heâs drawling out in a smoky tone makes you ponder that this wonât be ending well for you. And Sukunaâs dark chuckle hits your cunt in a murky gust, âYouâre takinâ it in from hereââ Just at that sultry second, heâs crowning the snug circle of your hole with two fingers.Â
Making you break out with a shrill waiiil as he sinks in the thick, calloused curves of his fingerpads. Letting such thick digits stretch you out fully, make your head spin. âSo shut it nâ take this looong fucking cock, ma.â
All that it takes for him to plunge a few more throbbing inches past your maw, oh-so-big that youâre drooling down the sides of your mouth already.
Striking the edge of your throat and making you choke on his sheer size, your nose wrinkles as youâre tickled by the curly tendrils of his pinkish hair. âThis enough or you want three, pretty girl-â
âI-â
Letting out such a cloying squelch that spurts from your pussy once heâs teasinâ your entrance, âNot you, mama. She wants three.â
Moaning away wildly after each pump of his fingers- Sukuna doesnât even have to try to dip into each nook nâ orifice. Slamming to fingers down to each knobbly knuckle with a resounding slam- âSee? See?âÂ
So cockdrunk on the feeling of his velvety tongue that youâre only partly registering the way his vocals are higher. Unsteady.Â
The way youâre clamping your dewy walls in a cute, squelching smooch âround his digits makes his voice fucking crack. âJ-just take it a bit- fuck- deeper.â Mindless little half-thrusts up into your heated mouth like he canât even control it- âYou can swallow it up like a reeeeal good girl, canât you?â
âMmmââ Purposefully letting off your pretty sounds all over his fleshy girth, âYes- yes yes yes- more.â
âMore?â
âMore.â
As if he wouldnât fucking ruin you if he could.Â
âYou want more?â
âY-yes- oh.â
Only to be gifted with such a rude slap of his doughy palm, âNot you.â And heâs waiting for the soppy squelches leaking out from your cunt, the way youâre talking to him from your swollen lips just to continue.Â
Squelch after squelch.
Your pleas only spur him to tug at the sweet, softened ring of your cunt, latching his lips over the flexing muscle. âIf you say soââ Crooning, you can feel the cold hiss of his metallic rings upon the insides of your thighs. Sukunaâs biceps shifting as he starts to tug them offâ
âA-actually-â Youâre popping off of the strawberry-pink curve of his cocktip with a plop! a few glittery strings of pre and spit still connecting you lewdly to it. ââŠKeep them on?â
âOh. Ohoho- you naughty lilâ thing.â Heâs swatting over the slope of your dripping wet pussy nâ giving your clit a good pinch with his ringed fingers. âYou like it like this- like- this-?â
Heâs spitting out each word into your cunt, thrusting the barrelling tips of his fingerpads to graze just below your pulsating g-spot. âAll those mouthy lectures?â In vulgar tandem strokes with the thwack! of his heavy, curvaceous balls slapping your chin. âAnd you wanna take it like- this- mama? Ohhh, it just makes me wannaâŠâ
Trailing off, Sukunaâs body is just bulky - oh-so-tall that he can bend and reach down to cup your throat with his one free hand.Â
Digging five of his fingertips into the side of your throat as heâs holding your neck and squeezing- feeling the cylindrical outline of his cock bulging your poor mouth. Up nâ down, up nâ down- heâs feeling for the precise moments his plump cockhead lodges at the back of your throat.Â
âWhoâd have known the cute lilâ teacher would be such a slut fâme. Cat got yer tongue, girl, orrrrâsâit just my dick?â Humming over your clit, heâs adding a fourth finger that swabs at the texture of your gummy walls.Â
âF-fuck off- ngh-â
âWhaâs that? Try- try and say my name?â Squeezing. Only feeling your ripped, pathetic vibrations. âCan f-feel myself over here.â
With four neatly pushing fingers.Â
Pulling back with a sluuurpâ! Slowly, just so that you whimper that the knobs of his joints, just so that he can thump right on the target of your g-spot and make you cry out in cute bliss. âSo sâonly fair that Iâm over here, pretty girl.â
âYes- yes yes yesââ Words bubble out and slur out of your maw, in unison with such sloshing spurts of saliva.Â
Youâre drooling everywhere - from both pairs of lips. Your mouth over Sukunaâs hard, vein-covered erection, glazing his puffy lines of veins with sap. And your pussy slide-slide-sliiiiding down the gaping area of his mouth, wide open and eagerly lapping up each sloppy drag of your hips.
Faster. Â
And now that Sukuna had actually found your most favorite spot, he couldnât fucking stop.
Not when each whack at that same exact spot makes you splash your sweetened slick all down his throat, not when you were clenching your walls and cryinâ out at the frigid brush of his thick rings.
Again and again, heâs probinâ his crowned fingertips to push against the insides of your pussy, âDonât think mâgonna last ngh-â
 âYeah-â And thatâs not to say his tongue was letting you off easy, either- simply aching with the feverish state of his movements. But it hurt Sukuna more any moment he wasnât snogging your glossy cunt, nâ so heâs slapping your clit with a wet one-two. Spank after spank to make your hips jerk back and forth, âWhaddaya want? To cum? Sâthat it?â
Blubbering over the taste of his slick, sensitive slit, âYes- yes, please- mâso fucking close.â
âNot. You.â Each word ended with two swats on your simmering pussy, youâre webbing his chin all down with syrupy sap.Â
Moving off from your throat with a final squeeze, a bicep tightening âround your hips to squeeze you in place. âNot you- but you, pretty girl.â Slickly gliding back and forth all over your pried-open cunt, all over the quivering rim of your hole. Everywhere and anywhere. âWhy donâtcha talk louder?â
And itâs not just you riding his tongue dry - itâs Sukuna bucking animalistically upwards, too. Pressing the ridges of his washboard abs up against your front, youâre just fountaining out so much sappy slick that itâs running down to the large mouth that he had tattooed across his stomach. As if both his ravenous mouths were gulping up each of your slick puddles.Â
Crooning at the oversaturated squelch that spills out of you- heâs nodding like heâs never heard a sweeter sentence. Nudging his knuckles to bump against your g-spot, âIf you say soââ
You donât get to find out what heâs hearing - but youâre registering the gist soon enough.
Because by then Sukuna has his ringed index swiping your g-spot, coldly massaging that bundle of nerves. Hard. Sloppy. At the very same second heâs settling the fringes of his canines on your perky clit and streeeetching-
âO-oh my god Iâmââ Keening out a whimper, your high runs you over like a rollercoaster. And youâre rocking your boneless body to and fro just as much, thumping your thighs into Sukunaâs sharp jawline.Â
âYes-â Clenching around his motions so hard that he has to fight to unstick his digits from the sides of your bubblegum walls, still fucking you through your lecherous high. âOh, hell yeah, been so good for you, mama- why donâtcha reward me? Use me- hck- use me.â
As if you werenât thrusting your cunt back into his face in a frenzy already, heâs using the arm holding onto your waist to keep you repeatedly moving.Â
Tired-out. Fingers tugging into each crevice of your velvety walls. Cheeks aching and hollow where heâs putting such force on your throbbing clit to suck- âRide my- mmmf-â Talking with his mouth full, âRide my fuckinâ face raw- wanted to taste yâcumming on my tongue for so long.â
With your spine arched, youâre pulling off of the bulged tip of his cock just as heâs spewing out a slimy ribbon of ivory white. Just a single drivel of cum- just from the way youâre cumming.Â
âGod- god fucking dammit.â Sukuna spits, right into your cunt. And he barely even takes his eyes off of your slobbering pussy to snake a free hand down and plug his geysering orifice with his thumb.
Stopping himself promptly from cumming if it isnât anywhere near your pussy.
But that didnât mean he was letting you get away.
Oh, no- heâs still pulling you back with inclines of his head like a man addicted. Thoroughly drunk on the heady globs of slick that travelled between your legs, pushing and pushing himself upwards to glue his glossed lips all over your cunt.
You can feel yourself squealing with each lap of his scratchy tongue- the primal overstimulation too much that great droplets of tears take over your eyes.Â
âO-ohâ fuck- mâso sensitive, Sukuna.â Youâre arching your back away- âI donât know if I- oh!â Only to get pulled back down. Toes curling when this only spurs him to dive himself even deeper, flopping out the flexible end of his tongue to try nâ flit past your squeezing hole.Â
Drawling, âRemember those fuckinâ sugar cookies? You taste- hah- even fucking better.â
Sniffling, your spine zings with a few more zaps of electricity as heâs starting to caress your sweetened g-spot once more.Â
And the only thing you can do is try and pathetically pry his firmly-planted palm from his lengthy shaft, trying for the life of you to just get another taste-
âOh. Oh.â Sukuna gasps from behind, pink brows raising. âI see what youâre doing, pretty girl. H-hehâŠhungry for more, are you?â
He didnât need any further answer - because the way youâre cutely clenching to glaze his scouring digits tells him more than enough.
And before you know it, youâre finding yourself pulled off of his long, aching cock like some glorified ragdoll. Sukuna was just so large - in every sense of the word - that he could manhandle you with only one arm.Â
Clinging onto the side of your waist as heâs sitting up, he makes you straddle the twitchy length of his cock. And now that you were seated upon his lap- oh, could you admire him.
Ryomen Sukuna was a fucking masterpiece.Â
From the bands of tattoos circling his biceps, his wrists, straight down to the plush of his sculptured thighs. âLike what you see?â He tilts his head cockily down at you, slouching sexily back on your wooden headboard to let you take in all of his tensed core.Â
Glistening pecs all temptingly large, abs ripped.Â
âMâgonna get those pretty haaah- fucking initials of yours tatted.â Heâs tapping the prominent side of his left v-line with a polished finger, âRight here.â
Climbing further upon his lap, you rest your ass cheeks back against his swaying cock, bobbing so hard nâ proud between your sheeny thighs. Pouting, âOnly if you fuck me, Kunaâ ngh-â
âKuna? Tch- you see that lilâ tattoo here, mama?â He sounded as if he was shattering, and heâs leaning back so that you can take a goood, long look at the circular tattoo on his base. Nuzzled by the tufts of his pinkish happy trail, and his tender underside - but it was still there.
Like a target. And Sukunaâs thinking the exact same thing, âYouâre gonna take it riiiight- till- here-â Lodging the swollen end of his shaft to plug your hole, itâs such a tiiight fit as he starts bullying inside. âUntil- hah-â Feeling a hand down your tummy, your womb. â-here.â
He was going to fit himself until your pretty pussy wonât be able to forget him.
And it takes only seconds for you to be clawing onto his tattooed deltoids for dear life, feeling the inner parts of your thighs slip nâ slide down his own with perspiration. You scramble with the stringy, slightly-torn fabric of your panties still on- âKuna- SuâKuna, this-â
âNah, let it stay.â Snickering, he claws onto the top of your scalp. âYou have muchâŠheh- bigger ngh- problems ta worry about, pretty girl.â
Bigger - his prolonged shaft was simply ravaging your walls. Plumply ballooned-up enough that his veiny layer rubs your sweetest spots without even meaning to, and youâre just seeing stars with every inch deeper his mazing cock spears through. âFuck- fuck, it really is big-â
âMhmâ and youâre going- to take- it all.â Times like this heâs wishing he had just about four fucking hands. Because oneâs pushing down, down, down on the lolling top of your head, the otherâs pushinâ your trembling thighs apart just so you could straddle his meaty hips. âAll hah- say my name. Say my name while you take it-â
And he always did love the way you said his name.
The way youâre letting free a few bubbly spurts of saliva as youâre babbling awayââSukuna- Su-â Throat clogging up with so many sobs of utter bliss, âKunaââ
âAgain with the âKunaâ- sânot my name, silly girl.â Even though each sound of that slurring nickname makes him twitch against your deepest insides.Â
But you canât even hear him properly, eardrums distantly popped until the only thing you can feel is the thump! of your heartbeat between your legs. And the way that his reddened, slick-glazed tip was thrashing your tight insides, âKuna- ngh, please, Kuna. Wanâ it a-all hck! Inside.â
The swabbing girth of his cock was so fat that he has you stupid with just his size, biceps bulging as heâs pressurizing down on your head. âGod-â And you can only blink pathetically once heâs bringing up his free hand to your blurry line of sight. Hissing, âBite down-â Lips smirking as you plant a kittenish bite, he fucks up into you once to make your force increase. âBite down harder and take it.â
He wasnât wasting any time - he didnât have the fucking patience.
He barely even had the sanity to tease you and edge you for hours on end like heâd always wanted to. Instead fucking up into you like a damn animal- heâs swatting your cunt with the edge of his throbbing cock. Spitting through clenched teeth, âO-oh, if yer gonna ask for all of it then mânot playinâ around, ma.â
You sink your teeth in and nearly scream into the flesh of his forearm, gnawing down right at his tattoo. âMmmpf- big- nghhââ Unable to fucking take it, the only thing you can do is arch your hips deeper and let his pummeling rams spike your poor insides.
Hitting the very back of your cervix with a wet thwack! that makes your eyes damn near bulge out of your head.
HeâŠbottomed-out.Â
âLemme check nowâŠâ Taking a single peek at the way his hilt was all covered up by your bloated folds until he couldnât see that tattoo anymore. âSâall in.â
And the towering man wasnât celebrating once he did - he was pumping all his fleshy inches into you like heâd gone feral.Â
Eyes dazed and hooded, mouth frothing with a line of silver drool - Sukuna grunts after each singular gliiiide of his watery orifice drawing down the bottom of your pussy. Sloppy. âF-fucking hell, never felt like this- what theâŠâ
âAre you okay- oh god nghhââ
âMâfuckinâ more than okay.â Spitting out crassly, Sukuna swerves his hips off of the rickety bedsprings to drag his cock harder down your cunt. And it just felt so delicious to have his swollen veins stir up your walls, âSâjustâ who let you feel this good?â
Your honeyed cunt has made him way too pussydrunk that now heâs tattling out everything from his melty mind. And you can only whineâ âHeh-â One hand grazing his scorched ear, âYouâre blushing, Kuna- better not be ngh- tapping out on me.â
âTapping out?â Punctuated by a hard spank against the door to your womb - exactly where he said he would be - and then a harder one against your mapped-out g-spot. âMe? Me tappinâ out?â
Blinking through the splotchy whites sparking in your vision, âY-yeah- fuck!â
SPANK!
Oh-so-hard, heâs swatting your pussy with enough stinging force that it makes glittering drops of slick splash across his slamming palm. âYou nâ this smartass pussy are gonna see.â Heâs gritting through dangerously grinning teeth, âThereâs a fuckinâ reason Iâm Ryomen fucking Sukuna.â
Because heâs rude - and he fucks even ruder.
Pounding away upwards into you like he doesnât care if heâs bruising great purple bruises at the bottom of your cervix. The mattress creaks in fervent protest after each gyration of his hips, âP-please-â The only thing youâre mewling out like a broken record, âI-it just feels soâŠâ
Trailing off, your movements are sluggish as your hand starts to slither down between your rutting legs. Yearning to just touch your neglected clit-
SPANK!
âOi- and whoâd ya think you are to touch- hngh- my pretty girl?â Heâs grinning, manhandling you in an instant. Before your candied brain can catch up, Sukuna has both your arms pinned behind your back, chin hitting his cushy pecs. âIâll touch her when I feel like it-â
Such a fucking tease, at the constant timing of his slimy mushroom tip spearing your cunt like a headlight- Sukuna lifts off one of his hands downwards.
Replacing your own with his roughened fingers, he pinches your poor clitââSh-shit mâso sensitive there- keep going, Kunaââ
And at this point you werenât just drooling you were sheening the entirety of his smooth pectorals with a shiny polish. Letting it smear down the side of your cheek as you drunkenly lean on them like pillows, âChehhh-â Heâs spitting out, staring down at the glistening glaze dripping down to his bumpy abs. âThaâs supposed to stay inside, pretty girl.âÂ
âI-inside?â Dazedly, the only thing you can think of were your rummaging insides, the way that Sukuna was fucking you like he hated you.
But it was the complete opposite. And heâs dragginâ on your clit, giggling to himself like heâs in love as he watches you huff nâ puff. âGod you love it like this- câmon, ngh- teach, milk this fucking cock- why donât ya?â
âI-I am-â
SPANK!Â
âHarder, mama, make me feel it.â
With a right spank to emphasize his sentence, heâs jostling his hips upwards so youâre left throwing your head back at the full, stretching impact. Unable to even handle the slightly spring recoil that comes with striking your cervix, heâs bouncing you on his pelvis.Â
âSâthis what you thought about every- hah- time you saw me?â Taking hold of your neck for a brief moment, heâs spitting doooown your throat. âWantinâ me to fuck this- ngh- pussy raw?â
And the locked restraint on your neck helps bend you into the perfect geometrical curvature to stare up at him as he collapses forwards. Hot breath wafting your features, you whimper- âY-yes.â
âNot you.â
âKuna.â
âIâve been dreaminâ of this for aaages now-â His clammy forehead crinkles as heâs scratching down your clit with the rough texture of his happy trail. Leaving it all stinging nâ raw to make sure the impact is extra sensual as Sukuna rubs over a slooow âKâ right on top.Â
Rutting into your poor cunt so hard that the skin surrounding his v-line was all reddened- and he canât help but take one look and moan. âMâgetting that tattooed.â Watching as his mean, curvaceous cock molded your walls constantly to him. âOh- trust when I say-â
And then a âUâ
âFuh-fuuuuck, please-â It almost feels like youâre begging for your damn life by now, lungs ripping with moans every time heâs thumping up. You ride your hips in a sexy figure-eight and feel the way Sukunaâs thumb trembles on your clit.Â
A wobbly âNâ
And you already knew what was headed next- oh, you were already prepared.Â
But what you werenât ready for was the completely vicious way that heâs accelerating his papping hips, so fast that the dark tattoo nuzzling your entrance was almost a blur. Thump after thump-Â
Youâre falling over until that symbolic inking of a widely-opened maw on his stomach licks up your core. Body twitching with white hot flashes of something electric running through your veins, âF-fuck- fuck, sânot gonna last-â
âSâthat sooooâ?â Sukuna asks down at your pussy to confirm, and only after a few âuh-huhââs does he bore into your stupidly heart-shaped eyes. Tongue lolling straight out for him to lap up into his own mouth, âShe says youâre close-â
A firm âAâ
Another SPANK!
â-and I say youâre cumming already.â
âWh-whatâŠâ
Heâs ending off with a perfect heart shape rolled over your clit. Whatâs that spell- heâs asking mentally.Â
Only for you to mewl wantonly as if youâd just heard. âKuna- Sukuna- Yes- yes mâcumming mâcummingââÂ
Itâs like youâre enveloped in a tidal wave - you didnât know where your orgasm started and where it ended. Just that Sukunaâs moans break into something octaves higher as he fucks you through your bliss.
You claw down the expanse of his flexing back with each burst of pre splattering your gooey insides. Toes curled, eyes all teary. âI-itâs so- hck! Feels too goodâŠâ
Turning you into absolute mush every time he pumps his thorough inches into you- and the mean fingers on your nub just tug nâ tug.
And itâs only after a few more of your shrilling whines that youâre still feeling the hot entrance of his shaft plummeting through, your walls squeezing âround his flared tip. âI want you to cum, too, Sukuna.â
âF-fuck.â He lets out, softly.
Cupping his attractive face, if you thought you were gone then you werenât ready for the way that Sukuna looked. Cheeks burning hot and red, mouth parted with overspilling drool, brows furrowed into such an expression that it almost makes you feel shy.
Repeating those very same words, you start sloppily swervinâ your hips straight to his. âCum inside m- ngh, please?â
All this time and his cute lilâ teacher was still minding her pâs and qâs.Â
So, of course, when youâre asking him that nicely- itâs the least he could do to listen. To let out a final, vulgar stroke that has him spilling over the edge.
In great, piling heaps of ivory cum that puddles at the bottom of your pussy. Thereâs so much of it that your ears ring with the lecherous sluuurpâ! as your cunt walls suck up every last steaming drop.Â
You can feel it trailing down the insides of your thighs like a waterfall and keen, âJust like that, f-fuckâŠâ Almost like youâre hypnotized, you drag one of his much-larger hands to palm the outside of your tummy. âCan feel it all the way here.â
âO-oh my godâŠâ Heâs groaning, eyes drifting off to the back of his head as soon as youâre meeting his tempo. Slamming down to rob his aching balls, milking him all dry - you were overspilling and it still wasnât enough. âYâreally are a dream.âÂ
And thereâs something about the way heâs sluggishly brushing away a stray bead of perspiration from your temple. Something about that lazy, half-lidded look in his eyes, the complete nâ utter reverence in his tone as he asks- âSoâŠsâyour type âdangerousâ, mama?â
AlmostâŠshy.
Oh, it hits you. Heâs pussydrunk.
Youâd made big, bad Ryomen Sukuna completely and utterly pussydrunk.
To the point where his studded ears flare a deep crimson once you giggle, âMmm- pretend dangerous, Kuna.â His eyes shine. You think back to that night at the Itadori household, âAnd I also remember something about quadruplets?âÂ
Itâs then that Sukuna whimpers.Â
Not even pulling out. Not even considering such an impossible feat for even a split-second before he rolls your weakened body over.
Hovering over you now, itâs so easy for his beefy arms to tug your legs over his shoulders. Still shaking. Still suffering from the aftermath of your orgasm as heâs holding them tight and bending down, down, dooooown.
Straight into a mating press.Â
Oh, your breath catches.
âBefore I pound you until you canât haaah- walk, mama-â Uncharacteristically, Sukuna gulps as he shifts his crimson eyes away from you. â-mâI giving you quadruplets thatâll have my last name?â
Now that was a round-about way to ask someone out- and he knows it, too.Â
But it only makes you shuffle up onto your elbows on the now-ruined sheets, sticking to you like glue. You place a lingering peck on Sukunaâs wobbly, overstimulated lips, âMm- I love you, too, Kuna.â
Oh, how he loves you. He almost cums right then and there.Â
Fuck.
He does.Â
.
.
.
âYou.â
âYou.â Yuji narrows his eyes down at the sight of Ryomen Sukuna towering over the busy preschool pick-up. Trying to look over his broad shoulders for any sign of his father, âHuh? But dadda said he was coming to pick me up today?â
Sukuna gingerly scratches the back of his head, âYeah, wellâŠlisten, twerp- I mean, kid. Thereâs something I need to-â
Only to be cut off by a dramatic gaspââOh no- Did dadda go to jail just like you-â
âNo,â
âDid he drive fast-â
âNo.â
âDid he drink-â
âNo-â
âDid he slash tires-â
âMaybe once?â
And fuck- he really didnât understand tiny children, because explain to him why the pink-haired boy starts bawling in his arms. Pitiful enough to draw the glares of parents wrenching their own children away from the perpetrator, loud enough to draw the sweet concern of you.
Walking from your station saying goodbye to one other student, âYuji what- oh!â Youâre pressing your lips together to contain your smile as you happen to see who was throwing Yuji on his shoulders to soothe him. Bouncing him lightly until he smiled- and you did, too. âI didnât expect you so early today, Kuna.â
âYeah, well.â Heâs using Yujiâs palms to cover the pinkish ends of his blushing ears, âDecided I wanted to see ya off from work today.â
Now past grief and straight into utter nosiness- âWait- what do you mean âsee offâ.â He gasps, âIs she going to ja-â
âBrat-â
âWhat your uncle means to say, Yuji-â Playfully pinching his chubby cheeks, you try to ignore the gawking stares of every other one of your remaining students as you promptly turn to face Sukuna. Giving him a sweet, sweet peck on his. â-is that youâll be seeing a lot more of me around.â
Another gasp - well, multiple.
One from Itadori Yuji, who gapes, open-mouthed between you and his uncle - as if wondering how he ever managed to bag you, and wait does that mean youâre his auntie now?
About twenty from your crowd of students, right along with a few whispers.Â
âHey, isnât that weird Mr. Mugshot?â
âSo thatâs why Mr. Mugshot was always red- eugh! In my mommaâs dramas they donât get together, they just die.â
Fushiguro frowns, âI would rather die than watch him like this. Gross.â
âCaviar.â
Walking up from the group, Fushiguro tugs on your skirt. Innocently - but Sukuna could feel the evil intent. He just knew that boy was a villain. âInumaki asks whether you mind that he sets fires, miss.â
What the fuck is with the fires-
And then finally - three distinct, unfortunately familiar gasps that make Sukuna dread turning around. Struggling against it, even as his nephew tugs on his locks of pink hair with a delighted squeal- âDaddaâ! Bubbaâ! Gramps-â
You smile, watching Choso take flustered pictures of his uncle. âHow the hell did you even win her over? All of these are going in the blackmail folder. Maybe your wedding presentation too.â
Sukuna bites back a shy blush- turning it into a scowl, âMaybeâŠâ
âWell, Iâll be.â Wasuke nods his head in approval, âAll thanks to the ah- âwingmanningâ as the kids say. Iâll be expecting at least three grandchildren in the future, sonny. And when I say âfutureâ I mean in nine months-â
âDad! Itâs too early for that.â Jin, ever-the-voice-of-reason, gives you a breezy handshake. âCongratulations- by the way.â And itâs all soft. Itâs all sweet- that is, until youâre trying to pull your hand back and he only tightens his grip. Smile still tightly in place, âI will be the kidsâ godfather, by the way.â
Settling an arm around you now, You and Sukuna donât know whether to laugh or stand in shocked silence as Jin finally sets you free - but you donât have to make the choice.
Because the annoying, grating voice of Todo Aoi breaks throughââNooooooâ my bride!âÂ
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