♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: one year ago, you & your husband, Satoru, adopted two of his teenage students, Yuji & Megumi. Also, your biological daughter is now five years old, and it seems that every member of the Gojo household is experiencing their fair share of troubles and keeping secrets, yourself included. What exactly is going on this week?
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY || fluff, angst, brief description of smut, brief descriptions of violence, canonverse, fem reader, mentions of depression, skipped meals, & suicidal thoughts, pregnancy, & gojo being the best dad and husband ever!
♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: . . . 9k . . . :)
♡ — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this fic is part of my dad!gojo series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary. || artwork by @/3-aem, ribbon dividers by @/cursed-carmine!
YOUR STORY — DAY ONE
Two positive pregnancy tests rested in the palm of your hand, one showing two vertical pink lines, while the other casually presented the utterly life-changing word: Pregnant.
How unsurprising.
It was only a matter of time — after all, your husband was like an animal, tossing, turning, and twisting you every possible way whenever he could get some alone time with you.
It was impossible to know which night of love-making had led to your current conundrum: Was it the night all of your kids spent their Saturday evening elsewhere? Or, perhaps, the time Satoru had you in a mating press position on a hotel bed? No, it had to have been the time he returned home from a mission amidst your solo shower, and his lack of patience led to him slipping in behind you, and furthermore, slipping into you, all the while his hand-
“Ready?”
Satoru’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts. He stepped out of the master bathroom, buttoning up his shirt as he walked. You quickly hid the pregnancy tests under your thigh while his all-knowing blue eyes weren’t on you.
“Ready for what?” You said nervously.
“Don’t tell me the same person who rambled on and on about wanting to go to the festival already forgot about it,” Satoru glanced at you briefly. He approached your dresser, grabbing his blacked-out sunglasses. “The kids are waiting. I don’t think Yuji’ll be too happy if he misses the lantern show. And you and I need to do that thing where we share a churro and kiss at the end-”
“Okay, okay, I’m almost ready.”
Despite your words, you hadn’t yet risen from your spot on the edge of the bed.
Satoru turned to face you. He frowned with concern. “You alright?”
The truth was that you weren’t ready to tell Satoru that, soon, there would be another addition to the Gojo household. Your hesitation was odd. This was something you both wanted, and yet . . .
And yet, the news, while delightful, was also worrisome, as the Gojo household was currently experiencing its fair share of troubles within the past couple of months — and you weren’t quite sure what adding a newborn baby to the mix would do.
Stressful times tended to occur when over half of the beloved household fought curses and curse users, both of which were more active during the summer season.
Satoru was occasionally away on important trips to other countries and continents. Your adopted teenagers, Megumi and Yuji, — who had been part of your family officially for a solid year now — were often injured in battle. Meanwhile, Maya, your biological daughter, was arriving closer and closer to starting elementary school.
Your little girl learning all sorts of things about math, animals, and books that were longer than ten, twenty pages was a beautiful sight to see.
She was no longer a toddler, but rather, a child now, and was learning all sorts of things such as numbers that went beyond ten, beyond twenty, and even beyond fifty. There were animals — insanely cool ones, more exciting than the cows and sheep she learned about in preschool — who lived in either the forests or the sea!
There were moments of tragedy of course, such as the day she learned that her dear parents, her beloved mom and dad, were not named Mom and Dad.
Oh, the poor girl cried and sobbed, her chubby cheeks puffy and wet with tears, all while Satoru held her and softly explained to her that he would always be her daddy, she would always address him as so, but in truth, his name was Satoru Gojo.
And your name was not simply Mom or Mommy.
What a troubling day.
But that part was fine. Everything from giggling while you or her dad marked her height by using a pencil to draw a line above her head on her doorframe, enthusiastically saying, “you’re getting so big now!” to learning to sing and dance along to classic Barbie films, to crying her eyes out when she fell down during a game of tag with her friends were all parts of getting older, and it was fine.
Her having to go days or weeks at a time without seeing her dad was not.
Having to soothe her worries and fears whenever Yuji and Megumi returned home from missions with new scars and scratches decorating their skin was not.
And, worst of all, her becoming aware of her own cursed energy and being able to see those terrifying creatures was not.
A few weeks ago, after Maya saw her very first curse across the street while going down a slide at a playground, Satoru had to sit his daughter down and explain everything to her. It was a task that broke his heart.
Afterwards, he crawled into bed with you, sighing heavily.
“She was just learning about the alphabet around what, one, two, three years ago?” Satoru exhaustedly rested his head on your lap, staring up at you with sad, blue eyes. “God, I can’t keep up. She’s growing up so fast. And now she’s seeing curses. I knew this day would come, but now her childhood will never be the same.”
You turned on the lamp on your nightstand with a light tap at the base of it. With your other hand, you gently stroked the spot between Satoru’s furrowed brows with your thumb as his long legs stretched out across your enormous bed.
“We just have to teach her not to be afraid of them. Just as we explained what curses are, we have to explain to her who she is.”
The daughter of the world’s strongest sorcerer, she was.
“I thought I was ready for this. Looking after Megumi when he was a kid, learning about his power, and trying to protect him from that sick Zenin clan . . . thought that experience would prepare me for this. I thought I was ready, but I’m not. Now we have to teach our muffin and protect her from the jujutsu society as a whole.”
“Tell me about it,” you frowned. “I get at least ten emails daily from the higher-ups, all of them wondering if she’s ready to start training. She’s five years old. I told them all to go to hell.”
Satoru laughed softly, then he yawned before he started to speak again.
“I’m sure she’ll want to become a sorcerer, but if she does, I want it to be her decision. I don’t want her to feel pressured to follow in my footsteps, get what I mean?”
Your fingertips started to mess with the strands of Satoru’s white hair.
“I think the best choice would be to work with her, make sure she understands what curses are and what she can do, but also do everything we can to give her a normal life. I don’t care if she learns a cursed technique before she learns how to multiply, but no one will take her childhood away from her.”
With that, you and Satoru sealed off the end of your conversation with a kiss, but nothing more, as about five minutes later, gentle pitter-patter could be heard from the hallway as your daughter made her way to your room and hopped into your bed, snuggling right in between you and Satoru.
After seeing her first curse, she was much too scared to sleep alone.
Dealing with Maya’s current situation had your hands full. Along with all the additional chaos surrounding your entire family, you were also busy being the multitasking mother and wife everyone needed you to be. Keeping everyone fed, healthy, and happy was quite the challenge, especially when you could do very little to keep them safe in a world possessed by such evil — and they were the ones who had to fight against it. Not to mention the horrific fact that your son was quite literally possessed by the embodiment of evil — Sukuna.
Oh! And if that wasn’t enough, Satoru’s other students, old and new, often came to you for motherly love and affection they could never experience elsewhere. Though you welcomed everyone with open arms, you were tired.
Tired, and, apparently, pregnant.
—
“Alright, everyone ready? Everyone have their coats? Anyone have to pee before we hit the road?” Satoru, who stood before the double front doors of your home, scanned his watchful eyes over the bunch.
“The festival’s only fifteen to twenty minutes away,” Megumi said.
“And I bet Yuji’ll have to pee in ten.” Satoru darted his eyes across the dark-haired boy’s casual outfit, which amounted to a short-sleeved black shirt and a pair of grey jeans. “And you’re not wearing a coat.”
Suddenly, Satoru felt a tiny tug at the back of his pants leg. Turning around, he caught sight of Maya — just when did she get behind him?
With a smile, he reached down to ruffle the young girl’s hair, noting the nervous look on her face. After her first experience with a curse, it was quite rare for the young girl to not have eyes that glistened with pure fright.
“At least this one’s being so well behaved, aren’t you, muffin?” Satoru said sweetly.
“Can you pick me up?”
“Of course, sweet girl, hang on.” Satoru raised and turned his head to where Yuji was standing. “Yuji, did you-”
He cut himself off. There was nothing except an empty space where Yuji once stood. “Where’d he go?”
“Bathroom,” you mumbled.
“Right,” Satoru gave you a quick smile — he noticed your silence today. It was nice to hear your voice at all.
Looking at his other teenage son, or, rather, his uncovered arms, Satoru said, “Megumi, go get your coat.”
“But I’m not cold.”
“You can thank our new heated floors for that, but it’s cold outside, buddy, and you had a fever a couple days ago. I don’t want this bipolar weather making you sick again.”
“Cold weather itself doesn’t make someone sick, it’s actually-”
“Daddy, pick me up! Pick me up!” Maya whined, tugging on Satoru while her small feet impatiently tapped against the floor; the new, heated one, which was part of the renovations made to your home last month. More chaos.
“Hold on, forgot to wash my hands. Be right back,” Yuji suddenly said, and vanished as quickly as he had arrived.
Satoru didn’t sigh with annoyance, didn’t let his face reflect even the slightest hint of frustration. Instead, he continued to grin, handling the chaos just as easily as he handled curses.
“Come here, I gotcha,” Satoru lifted Maya, holding her in his arms. “Ya know, daddy’s gonna have to put you down to drive, right?”
“No!”
Maya leaned her head against his shoulder. Satoru turned to face Megumi yet again, noticed his lack of a coat yet again, and said playfully, “Megumi, put on a coat or jacket or else I’ll ground you for twelve to fifteen years, kid.”
“Fine,” the teenager rolled his eyes before walking off.
Gently, Satoru gave his daughter’s chubby cheek a little pinch — she squealed from the ticklish feeling — and he then placed his large hand over the little ear that wasn’t leaning against his shoulder before he shouted, “anyone who isn’t in the car in the next three minutes is getting left behind!”
“I would’ve been in the car if you weren’t making me grab a coat,” Megumi called back.
“You’ll thank me when you’re not dying of pneumonia,” Satoru shouted, then mumbled under his breath, “again.”
And with that, you watched as, somehow, someway, Satoru effectively managed to get a moody teenager, a hyper one, a clingy child, and you, his oddly quiet wife, to the annual Night Lights Festival.
—
The lakeside festival was a crowded, yet beautiful display of festive red and yellow decorations and lanterns that brightened the night sky. Live musicians banged on drums or strung their instruments, playing upbeat tones. A parade of dancers passed by, and lively chatter surrounded you.
Around thirty minutes into the festival, Yuji’s face was decorated with face paint, neck adorned with beads and necklaces dancers tossed at him, blush-pink hair covered by an enormous red and yellow hat, and he held a bag of popcorn in one hand and his favorite soda in the other.
Megumi, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan of the large crowd and never-ending music. He did, however, notice a person doing magic tricks with their two enormous dogs, and he stopped to watch the show. Maya, who was previously sitting on her dad’s shoulders, eagerly climbed down, eager to watch the dog show as well.
And by then, Yuji had seen something exciting and ran off. Yet again.
That left you alone with Satoru. Your smiling husband took hold of your hand. Though you gave him a smile back, it didn’t reach your eyes, and he could tell.
Guiding you away from the flow of traffic and closer towards the red bridge that stretched over the beautiful lake with lights dancing above the water — where fewer people mingled, fortunately — Satoru said, “What’s the matter, baby? You’re awfully quiet.”
“Sorry,” you shrugged, unable to look him in the eye. Not while you were telling a lie. “I was just thinking about how well you handle our chaotic family.”
“You know me. Handling chaos is just what I do. I think part of me loves it, actually, considering we’re trying to add on a new member to the family.”
His words made your heart skip a beat. The topic of pregnancy and having another child was nearly a daily discussion between you and Satoru, that was a fact, but now, when your pregnancy test came back positive and you hadn’t yet found the nerve to tell him, hearing those words struck a chord of fear within you.
“I don’t know, honey. I thought that I could handle all this. Don’t get me wrong, please don’t get me wrong, but . . . Megumi and Yuji are at that age where fighting curses is the last thing they need to worry about. Being a teenager is rough enough as it is. Megumi’s attitude is-is just . . . and Yuji stinks sometimes no matter how often he bathes. He just stinks. And seeing them and their friends covered in wounds after a mission . . . it’s just too much. I can’t help but wonder if we’re mature enough to handle it. It’s not like we’re the same age as most parents who have teenagers. Remember what happened a couple of months ago when I treated Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi to the movies and a shopping spree? Two cashiers at two different places thought I was friends with all of them. Friends!
Then there’s Megumi’s depression. I’ve been researching therapists, specifically ones I trust who work with young sorcerers, but there’s only like, two. And I doubt I could get him to talk to someone anyway. Oh, and while I was doing the laundry the other day, I found a crumpled-up piece of paper with a phone number written on it in Yuji’s pocket. I’m thinking a girl gave it to him. That means it’s time to talk to the boys about dating and everything that comes with it, right? I mean, we pretty much raised Megumi long before we adopted him, so I-I know he’s . . . educated, but what about Yuji? Do we just assume that his grandpa taught him everything he needs to know about, well, everything? What if his grandpa taught him things that we’d disagree with morally? No . . . Yuji’s a sweet kid, I doubt that.
I don’t know, I’m just so overwhelmed. Then there’s Sukuna, and what the higher-ups want to do to Yuji because of Sukuna . . . is that why we adopted him? To give him a good life before he’s executed? Or did we truly think we could find a way out of this? Because I love him more and more with every passing day and . . . and don’t even get me started on everything going on with Maya right now.
I don’t just mean the curse thing, either. My friend Jane told me that she stopped carrying her son when he turned four. Maya’s five now, and it seems like she doesn’t ever want to be put down. I have no idea if that’s normal. She’s a sweetheart, and she’s always been a bit clingy and sensitive, but there are certain things that-that she hasn’t grown out of yet and with this curse bullshit, she’s even more dependent on us than what my research says a five year old should be. I bet you being away for weeks at a time is part of it. I know I cling to you like a koala to a tree when you come back home, and part of that is because I’m always so terrified of what might happen to you while you’re away. I love you too much. The idea of something happening to you kills me, Satoru.
I thought that I was this amazing person who could take care of everyone who stepped through our door, but here I am, freaking out while we’re just trying to enjoy a nice festival. Maybe I should just-”
“Momma! Dad! There you are!” Yuji suddenly returned, this time, with a tiny tray of lantern-shaped cookies and a bag of souvenirs. “C’mon, the lantern show’s about to start!”
The excitable teenager once again started to dash away, and you started to follow, when Satoru’s large hands suddenly grabbed onto your shoulders, halting your footsteps.
“Hey, hey, wait,” he said. His fingers found your chin, turning your head in his direction. He planted a kiss that held all the gentle love he felt for you right on your lips. “I hear you, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it later, alright?”
“You say that as if we can ever have a moment of peace and quiet, but thanks for listening.” You gave him a sad smile, and he kissed you yet again.
The night ended with you and Satoru holding onto a beautiful lantern and releasing it together into the starry night sky. Watching your lantern join the countless other ones in the sky as you leaned against your husband’s chest was a temporary moment of relief from the chaos.
MEGUMI’S STORY — DAY FOUR
It happened.
The breaking point.
The final straw.
Reaching the limit — whatever it was, it happened.
Megumi told you something the day after the Night Lights Festival. Something that he now regretted as he slipped on his black hoodie.
“Megumi, let’s go!” You shouted from the foyer.
As you waited for him, your eyes darted up at Satoru, who was adjusting the hood on your head. It was a rainy, gloomy day, after all. Oh, a gloomy day it was.
“Hey, it’ll be alright. I know it. And I know you’re busy, but when you have the time, we should talk. We never finished our conversation from the other day. The one we were having at the festival,” Satoru said.
“Right, well,” you paused, hearing Megumi’s quiet footsteps approaching. “It’ll have to wait.”
“Let’s go,” you said to Megumi, all the while trying — trying — to ignore the pained look of betrayal in his eyes.
—
The car ride was a long, quiet one.
The atmosphere was tense. Odd. Heartbreaking. Therefore, you clenched the steering wheel and made the tough decision to speak to the boy in the passenger seat.
“Megumi? After your session, I was thinking we could stop by a bookstore, see what’s new in the nonfiction section. Get some black coffee, pick up some ginger chicken, whatever you want.”
“Sure.”
“And don’t worry. The first session is usually nothing more than you and the therapist getting to know each other. And the psychiatrist will mainly just ask you a bunch of questions. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”
“Alright.”
You slowed to a stop at a red light. A sigh escaped from you.
“I know you don’t wanna go, but we’re doing this ‘cause we care about you. We’re worried about you.”
Megumi turned his gaze away from the raindrops on the car window. A therapist. A psychiatrist. A collaborative care plan.
“You think there’s something wrong with me.”
“No, not at all!” You looked at him, your eyebrows pinched. “You’ve gone through a lot, and there’s nothing wrong with needing some help. Everyone needs it at some point.”
“I haven’t gone through anything Yuji hasn’t, and I don’t see him in the car.”
You were silent for a moment. Nothing could be heard except for the raindrops splattering against the roof of the car. The traffic light changed colors.
“When will this competition end? Comparing yourself to your brother?” You paused. “You’re both very different people with very different needs, and-”
“And you think there’s something wrong with me.”
There wasn't that familiar attitude in Megumi’s voice. There was pain. But, heartbreakingly, that pain was a familiar tone as well.
You wanted to look at him, grab his shoulders, and shake some sense into him, do something. Anything. But you could only crank up your windshield wiper and make a left turn.
“You were getting better, Megumi. I saw it. But now? Now it feels like you’re moving backwards. You and I have started to bond, haven’t we? We’d spend quality time together, even if it was just the two of us washing dishes. You even called me mom once. You came to me the other night for comfort and advice, and now I-I feel like you’re just . . . slipping away and I won’t just sit back and let it happen. Please stop pulling away from us, okay? I’m here for you. Your family is here for you.”
“I told you the truth the other day, and look where it’s gotten me. You think I’m fragile. Like I’m weak and I’m gonna break. And now you’re dragging me to meet a therapist and psychiatrist. Being honest with you has only backfired, so . . . I think it’s best if I pull away.”
“What do you expect me to do when my son, my son, looks me in the eyes one night and tells me he doesn’t see the point in living anymore? Do you just-just expect me to, what, sit back and do nothing as I watch you continue to skip meals again? Stay curled up in bed? Hear from your friends over and over again that you were careless with your own life in battle?” You slowed down as you drove; you could barely see, not only because of the heavy rain, but also the tears brimming within your waterline. “This is what it means to be loved by a family, Megumi. I know you didn’t ask for this, and you can hate me and your dad all you want, but I suggest you get used to it, because I’m not giving up on you. None of us are. You understand me? Do you understand me?”
Megumi’s gaze returned to the raindrops on the window. His hands were starting to tremble — he wanted to cry. He didn’t answer you, not now, because he didn’t understand.
He thought he did once. He thought he wrapped his mind around familial love and understood that he was loved and cared for — and he still does. Part of him, the logical side, knows he’s loved and cared for, but maybe, just maybe, that was part of the problem.
He got sick easily. Got injured easily. Didn’t like very many things. Turned away from affection. Was a picky eater — it made him feel like a burden to his family, who he knew loved him and went out of his way to make him comfortable, be it you preparing ginger chicken over a bed of rice while everyone else dined on honey-garlic glazed salmon, or giving up loud family movie nights to play quiet board games with him occasionally.
But right now? It didn’t matter to him whether he understood the concept of familial love or not. He trusted you with something, and this betrayal? He couldn’t understand it.
But right now? When his spirit was crushed and he dreaded every sunrise that marked another day of living? When you parked in front of the beige office building and took him inside for his very first session?
He could understand one thing: his desire to have never been born.
YUJI’S STORY — DAY FIVE
It was warm today. The rapidly changing weather switched back and forth between hot and sunny or cold and rainy as if it couldn’t decide which of the four seasons it wanted to mimic, nevermind what season it actually was.
And, damn it all, Satoru took advantage of temporary warm weather by standing over his smoking outdoor grill, but not because he craved warmth and anything that reminded him of peaceful summer days, but because one of Yuji’s favorite foods happened to be Satoru’s grilled burgers, and Yuji was having a bad day today.
With one hand, Satoru flipped the burgers over with a spatula. They still needed quite a bit of cooking. With the other hand, he raised his blacked-out sunglasses, gazing at the back of his house.
It had been a while since he last checked on the moping boy. His other moping boy, Megumi, was fast asleep after Satoru coaxed him into eating by bringing a food tray to his room that held an apple he sliced, a basic sandwich — Megumi didn’t like too many toppings — and his new antidepressants.
A short distance away, Maya was plopped down in her sandbox, digging around with a colorful, tiny shovel.
“Muffin?” Satoru called out. When the young girl looked at him and tilted her head a bit, he asked, “Want a juice box, sweet girl?”
She eagerly hopped to her feet, took a moment to shake off as much sand as she could, singing under her breath, “shake, shake, shake, shake off the sand . . . shake, shake, shake, shake off the sand.”
Afterwards, Maya and Satoru stepped through the back door. Once he sat the young girl down at the nook table in the corner of the gourmet kitchen, gave her a juice box and told her to stay put — only after putting his lips on the skin of her arm and blowing a raspberry to make her giggle, of course — he then headed upstairs to go check on Yuji.
—
“I wanna kill that annoying punk you call your father first.”
It was Sukuna’s rotten voice. Yuji was digging through the drawer of clothes in his spacious bedroom when the king of curses manifested himself on the side of Yuji’s face.
“Shut up,” Yuji mumbled.
“Who would be fun to kill next? Let me think . . . that pretty mother of yours? Your little sister? That little girl’s becoming sensitive to cursed energy now, right? Does your family know she won’t come near you anymore, ‘cause she can sense me? The evil inside of you? We made her cry and run away the other day. Remember that?”
“Shut up. Just shut up already.”
“You think these people really trust you as a vessel to keep me in check, huh? I bet they’re hoping you die and take me with you-”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up-”
“How do you think it’d feel, brat? Your own body being used to kill the useless humans you call your family? Your face being the last face they see as they die a slow, painful death?”
“Shut the hell up!”
He was shouting — he didn’t realize it, not until the silence that ringed afterward made him realize just how loud he had been.
Yuji heard two knocks at his door. When he failed to respond, whoever seeked entry twisted the knob and opened it.
“Yuji?”
“Sorry, I’m fine.” Yuji glanced at Satoru standing in his doorway. With a bundle of clothes in his hand, Yuji paused, watching his dad glance over the top of his sunglasses, his all-seeing eyes scanning Yuji from top to bottom. “Stop it.”
“He’s bothering you again, huh? Wanna talk about it?” Satoru stepped into his bedroom.
Yuji shook his head, mumbling an inaudible, “no.” He tossed the clothes in his hands on his bed — they fell with a soft plop — and suddenly, the tears started to fall.
He couldn’t help it by then. The teenager found himself turning around and wrapping his arms around Satoru, who didn’t waste a second before hugging him back.
“It’s okay, kid. It’s okay,” Satoru said soothingly, rubbing his back.
“Most days, I can ignore him pretty easily and not let his words get to me, but . . .”
“But ever since he scared Maya, you can’t help but listen to him.”
Yuji gasped.
It was the secret he had been keeping since it happened.
“You knew about it?” Yuji pulled away from Satoru, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Not ‘til now. I was listening at the door,” Satoru said.
“You say he scared Maya, but don’t you mean me? It’s ‘cause of Sukuna, yeah, but it's not like he was taking over my body when she got scared. It was just . . . me. It’s his fault, but it’s still me. Does that make any sense?” Yuji looked down at the floor. “Megumi’s always been her favorite sibling, and I get it, she’s known him her whole life and stuff, but . . . not only am I her least favorite member of the family, but now she’s downright scared of me. Do you think that means I should live on campus for a while? It’s not fair for Maya to be scared of someone in her own home. She’s your biological kid, so she comes first. I’m just the one you adopted last year-”
“And you’re just as much a member of this family as she is.” Satoru interrupted Yuji with a stern tone he wasn’t used to. “Just give it time, Yuji. Your mom and I are working on a way to get her used to . . . all this. And in the meantime, don’t let Sukuna get to you. I know that’s easier said than done, but just you wait. I’m gonna find some sorta loophole where I can kill him for good, and still keep you alive and well. I don’t care how long it takes.”
“You’re pretty optimistic.”
“Well, you’re my boy, Yuji. I’ll be damned if you don’t become old and gray someday.”
Yuji gave Satoru another hug, but this time, instead of tears, it was with a soft smile. Though his heart hadn’t fully accepted Satoru’s words, nor had his mind accepted that he had a right to stay home, he couldn’t help but giggle when his dad called him that affectionate term.
“Damn right I’m your boy!” Yuji exclaimed.
“Hey, watch your mouth.”
“Sorry. Can we play baseball together soon?”
MAYA’S STORY — DAY SIX
It was somewhere between noon and evening, the big house a warming shade of yellow and orange from the setting sun peeking in through the open windows, and Maya crept down the hallways with her doll clenched tightly against her chest.
Sneaking around her home wasn’t fun — not nearly as fun as the show the The Backyardigans made sneaking seem to be in the episode she watched with dad last week. Secret agents, they were.
She tried singing the little Secret Agent song in her head, tried to pretend that she was on some fun, grand adventure, but in truth, she was scared.
She was coming out of her bedroom when she heard footsteps in the hallway, and she felt it. That . . . that energy. That spirit.
Everyone in her family had that same energy, she could feel it, but unlike her dad or Megumi, this energy wasn’t friendly. It was as scary as the big monsters she swore lived under her bed when she was younger — and though dad held her tight and told her he kicked all the monsters out and scared them away, that wasn’t true. Because sometimes, she still saw monsters! Like the one she saw at the park the other day! And she swore — she swore — her big brother was one of them. He was the one with the unfriendly energy.
A little while ago, she ran up to Yuji, eager to share her grapes with him, and that was the first time she felt it. She ran away crying, shrieking away from him when he tried to follow her and ask her what was wrong. Ever since then, she would only go near him if others were around. It broke her little heart. She loved Yuji! So why, just why, did he have to turn out to be one of those scary monsters?
Maya peeked her head around the corner of her door frame and saw Yuji, who was opening a hallway closet.
“Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella. Where is it?” He mumbled to himself in a bored tone, searching the shelves for, apparently, an umbrella.
Why was he here right now, of all places? He wouldn’t move either, which meant . . . she would have to walk past him to reach the bathroom.
She wanted to cry. Where was Dad? He’d hold her, and together, they could make it past that scary monster.
Maya turned in the opposite direction of the bathroom, dashing away as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to draw his attention. Her heart was pounding. She then made a quick turn into what was the upstairs gameroom, and there you were! You were fluffing one of the pillows on the couch when you turned your head, smiling at the sight of your daughter running towards you, but your smile quickly vanished as the corners of your lips pointed downward, your brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked.
“I have to pee-pee and there’s a monster in the hallway!”
Your frown deepened in pure confusion.
You knew quite well there wasn’t a monster in the hallway, but before you could question the young girl, she was reaching up, grabbing hold of your hand with her little one — the one that wasn’t holding her doll — and she pulled you along.
There was no one in the hallway except Yuji.
You figured that, perhaps, there was some sort of weird decoration in the hallway that scared her, but when you glanced down, you saw her wide, fear-filled eyes were locked on Yuji.
“Maya, what’s the matter?” You questioned. “Mommy doesn’t understand what you’re scared of.”
You weren’t exactly whispering like Maya hoped you would, and your words caught Yuji’s attention. He turned away from the hideous ponchos in his hands, looking in your direction with a small, “hm?” when, all of a sudden, Maya dropped your hand, raising a trembling finger as she pointed at her brother.
“Monster,” she cried out.
A shocked gasp escaped your lips. You never would have expected your sweet girl to call someone such a thing, let alone her brother. “Now Maya, that is not nice. We don’t call people things that we wouldn’t want them to call us. You owe your brother an apology.”
Yuji shut the door of the hallway closet, locking eyes with his sister. Maya shrieked, dropping her doll.
“Mommy!” She grabbed, pulled, and yanked at your shirt and pants, practically trying to climb up your body and jump into your arms.
Tears fell from her eyes as she cried, “Make him go away! Make him go away!”
No parenting book had prepared you for this, whatever this was.
The terrified girl’s nails were digging into your flesh; you had no choice but to pick her up.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you said soothingly, but the fright in your voice was crystal clear.
You gave Yuji a look of panicked confusion, one that begged for answers to the obvious question, but when you looked at him — even from the distance between you both — you could see the tears streaming down his face.
“Make him go away, mommy! Make him go away!” Maya cried.
Yuji sniffled, wiping his tears off on his sleeves before turning away.
“Wait, Yuji- Maya, it’s okay, I don’t . . .”
Suddenly, with Megumi following, Satoru was making his way up the stairs before Yuji could descend them, forcing the crying sorcerer to stay put.
Yuji tried his hardest to weave around Satoru, but Satoru gripped his shoulders.
“Aht, aht, aht, you’re not going anywhere.”
“But I’m scaring her!”
“Yuji, will you please tell me what’s going on?” You cradled your sobbing daughter’s head.
“Here, Megumi,” Yuji reached around Satoru, tossing Megumi two mustard-yellow ponchos he found.
Megumi caught it and started to descend the steps without another word.
Satoru frowned.
“You two mind telling me why you need ponchos when there isn’t a cloud in the sky?”
There was no answer. Megumi continued to walk down the steps, Maya continued to sob, and Yuji continued to wipe his streaming tears, his path blocked by Satoru.
“I asked you two a question. Yuji, your mother asked you a question.”
“We’re packing our bags and leaving. We can’t stay here.”
It was Megumi who stopped walking and answered.
You could handle quite a bit, but this? This was what finally made the tears fall.
When that very first sniffle interrupted the silence, your entire family turned to face you.
It was too much. Everything. Every bit of it.
With Maya in your arms — her little tantrum had dwindled to silent sobs now — you left the hallway, stepping into the closest room you could find.
Satoru was a man who could walk through Hell with a grin on his face. He was an easygoing person, one who could tolerate everything from strong curses, the attitudes of teenagers — perhaps his own occasional lack of maturity helped him out with that — but, the one thing he could not simply grin and bear?
Seeing his wife upset.
Satoru slowly turned his head between Megumi and Yuji, looking at their guilt-ridden faces. He clenched his jaw.
“You two. Living room. Now. I’m not messing around, and don’t you dare talk back to me.”
Satoru moved past Yuji, and the boy swore he could feel the anger radiating off of him like heat.
The pissed-off man watched his sons drag their feet into the living room, Megumi’s hands fidgeting with the sleeves of his black sweatshirt while Yuji had his head down, messy hair unusually flat like he was a kicked puppy, and Satoru then stepped into the room you occupied with Maya.
You were sitting on the ottoman in front of the bed. Kneeling in front of you, Satoru looked at you with all the softness he held for you in his overwhelmed heart, and he stroked your tears away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. He then repeated the same act of love with Maya. “Both of my sweet girls are crying. You’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, taking a deep breath as if to soothe yourself. “It’s just been a long, long week. I don’t wanna make them feel guilty for how they feel by crying in front of them, I swear I don’t, but . . . I think hearing them say that was my final straw.”
Satoru rose to his feet. He scooped Maya out of your arms, and said, “Come to the living room. We all need to work it out.”
The living room was softly lit by two lamps. From one of the couches where Megumi and Yuji sat, Yuji wiped away one of his own tears, then gently knocked his knee against Megumi’s.
“You okay?” Yuji asked.
Megumi didn’t answer for a while, his eyes glued on the living room floor.
“No.” Megumi’s voice was soft. “Are you?”
“No.”
Megumi and Yuji gave each other a sympathetic smile. Just then, they heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. You came down, following Satoru — who held Maya — and you all found yourself grabbing a spot on one of the couches.
Satoru started to speak to the young girl holding on to him.
“Muffin, look at Yuji.”
Maya looked up at Satoru with precious eyes filled with uncertainty.
“Don’t be scared. It’s okay. Just look at him.”
She was hesitant, found herself clenching Satoru’s shirt even tighter, but . . . but eventually, she turned her head and looked at her older brother, who bounced his leg out of pure nervousness and old habit, his face a mess of falling — and seemingly never-ending — tears.
“You see that?” Satoru pointed. “He’s crying. Do you know why he’s crying?”
Maya looked up at her dad, shaking her head with a small pout.
“He’s crying because you’re hurting his feelings, muffin. Calling him a monster and running away from him is making him sad, so sad that he wants to run away from home, sweet girl, and none of us want that to happen.” Maya blinked at him, and Satoru continued. “Yuji isn’t like that monster you saw at the park. Your brother is actually this super-duper strong, super-duper awesome, super-duper great person who’s keeping a monster at bay, so the monster can’t hurt anyone someday. He’s a hero, one who puts himself in harm's way to try and protect other people, and he loves you very, very much. Isn’t that cool? To have a brother who’s that brave, kind, and strong?”
Maya tilted her head to the side, the gears in her brain turning, and she nodded slowly.
When you started to speak, Maya looked over at you.
“You have a family of people who fight those scary monsters you’ve seen all the time. In fact, your dad is the strongest monster-fighter in the whole world. None of them can lay a hand on him because of how strong he is. And guess what?”
“What?” Maya squeaked out.
“You’re his daughter, so that really strong monster-fighter strength has been passed on to you,” you smiled. “Nothing bad will happen to you, honey. Everyone in this family will make sure of it; me, your dad, Megumi, and Yuji, who I think could really use an apology from you right now.”
Maya, albeit hesitant, hopped off her dad’s lap. She wiped the tears off her chubby cheeks and glanced back at Satoru.
“Go on, it’s okay,” he nodded.
In a way, it was quite hilarious. The person she feared was nothing more than a sulking boy with teary, light brown eyes, and a sad frown. Kicked puppy.
Maya stood in front of her brother. She didn’t fully understand what you and her dad were trying to say, but she knew a few things for certain:
No one else seemed scared of Yuji.
Dad said Yuji wasn’t a monster; he fought monsters.
That evil energy wasn’t the only energy she felt from him, there was something else there. Something kind and warm.
She loved Yuji, and she didn’t like making him feel sad.
Oh, her famous compliment. Yuji’s grin widened in amused bewilderment, though he didn’t fully understand what about him could have reminded her of Barbie.
“Oh yeah? I don’t know, I think she’s way cooler than I am,” Yuji reached forward slowly in case his little sister was still hesitant to trust him, and when she didn’t back away, he ruffled her hair. Maya responded to that by stepping closer with her arms out. As Yuji happily leaned down to hug her, god, it felt as if his heart melted and was being glued back together all at once.
A moment after the hug ended, Satoru spoke up. “Muffin, why don’t you go play with dolls, hm? I know my big girl can play all by herself, right?”
“Uh huh! I can go do that!”
Everyone listened to the pitter-patter of Maya’s footsteps. Once the conclusion was drawn that she was in her room, you and Satoru glanced at the boy on the other couch who was playing with the sleeves of his black sweatshirt.
“My turn, right?” Megumi mumbled.
“You’re not in trouble. Neither one of you are. It’s just that, at the first sign of chaos, you two wanna hit the door. You both need to understand that no matter what happens, no matter what you do or how you feel, those beds upstairs are yours. We’ll work through any situation no matter what it is because you’re our children. Your dad and I will chase you down and drag you both back home if we have to, but please don’t make us have to.” You paused. “Megumi, do you truly hate the idea of getting help so much that you’d rather stop living here with us? Are you that angry with me?”
“It isn’t like that. I just feel like a . . . burden again.” He couldn’t look you in the eye. “But I’m not angry, I’m just hurt. It feels like a betrayal.”
“What did . . .” Your voice was wobbly. You used every bit of your strength to hold back your own tears. “When you told me how you were feeling, what did you think would happen? What did you want to happen? Did you think I wouldn’t do something?”
“I knew you would, I just . . . I wanted to talk to you, not a therapist.”
“Me?” You blinked.
“Well, you’re my mother, aren’t you?”
Oh.
Oh, you were certain you misheard him. Your wide eyes found Satoru’s, and your husband gave you a knowing grin.
“I heard it, baby. He said it.” Satoru said.
“I’m gonna cry again,” you wiped at the tears threatening to stream down your face; it was crystal clear during this moment who Maya got her sensitive side from. “Can I hug you? If not, that’s okay.”
Megumi looked up at you. He thought about it for a moment, then with a whisper of a smile, he said, “Yeah, sure.”
You made your way over to where he sat, and he stood up. You wrapped your arms around him, taking extra care not to hug him too long or squeeze him too tightly.
When you pulled away, you said. “I still think you should give your current treatment plan a proper try, but you can always come to me, Megumi. Always, always, always.”
After you released him, you then walked over to Yuji, your arms open, and he grinned widely, hoping to his feet to hug you.
“I owe you an apology, Yuji.”
“Huh? For what?” He pulled away, tilting his head a little.
“For neglecting your needs. You should give therapy a try as well. I didn’t think it was necessary at first, seeing as you were always smiling and laughing no matter what, but after everything you’ve been through, you need it as well. I’m sorry for not considering it sooner.”
“Oh, well . . . okay, I guess.”
“I think someone else needs therapy.”
The interjection came from Satoru. Turning around, you raised an eyebrow at him. “You mean Maya? Because a child therapist doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“I was talking about you, but honestly, let’s get the whole family in there,” Satoru motioned you over, and your lips fell into a little frown. “What’s that look for? Aren’t you always saying everyone needs someone to talk to at some point?”
“That’s true,” you said. You walked over to Satoru and claimed the spot next to him on the couch, and he wrapped his arms around you. “I think I could use a massage, or maybe a vacation as well.”
“I’m on it,” Satoru smiled down at you. Then, as he looked back at his teenage boys, he said, “So now, on to dating . . .”
SATORU’S STORY — DAY SIX
The conversation with your boys lasted well into the evening until the orange rays of the setting sun kissed the sky goodbye, and the bright moon appeared along with the stars.
But not every bit of chaos had been resolved just yet. There was something else, something lingering in the back of Satoru’s mind, and that was why instead of showering together before winding down for your nightly routine of soft chatter, massages, and watching an episode or two of your favorite show together, you and Satoru found yourselves strolling through the Night Lights Festival once again.
“Satoru, we’ve all had a long day. Why’d you bring me here?” You asked, looking up at the side of his face, your fingers intertwined.
“Because I wanna spend time with the person I’m in love with, obviously. You’re the love of my life, my amazing wife,” he turned his head, smiling down at you. “Look, I’m even rhyming now like a lovesick poet.”
“But why are we at the festival again? After the day we’ve had, our bed was calling my name. I was hoping we were gonna cuddle up and watch our show together, or anything that involves lying in bed . . . Please don’t make a dirty joke.”
Satoru shot you an amused grin.
He guided you towards a food vendor that smelled of heavenly sugar. After ordering one chocolate-filled churro, he turned around to face you as he waited.
“Well, you and I never get any alone time nowadays, and we really needed to talk. I figured, why not do it here? The festival only comes once a year anyway. I wanna do our little churro tradition as many times as possible.”
“Why do we need to talk? You’re not divorcing me, are you?”
“Never. You’re stuck with me in every lifetime. I really believe it, ya know. I had a dream once where we both died and-”
“Here you go. Enjoy the festival.” The friendly vendor owner unintentionally interrupted Satoru, a churro in hand.
Satoru took it with thanks. You two continued strolling until he found an outdoor bench close to the lantern-lit lake and bridge.
“What was I saying?” He asked, sitting down.
As he took the first bite of the churro before passing it to you, you said, “Listen, if this is about my rant the other day, I really don’t feel the need to continue that conversation. Talking with everyone today helped some.”
“There’s more to it.” Satoru’s tone was serious at first. The lanterns nearby illuminated his expressionless face. Strands of his white hair shifted as he nodded down at the churro in your hand. “Come on, bite the churro.”
You did so. A beat of silence passed between you both. You handed him the churro; his turn to take a bite.
“I’m waiting,” he said, taking the sweet treat.
“For?”
“For you to tell me whatever it is you need to tell me. And for you to tell me why you haven’t told me until I brought up that there’s something you need to tell me.”
You blinked at him. He was right, after all. You were keeping something from him, and of course, he’d recognize the signs of secrecy. But you wanted to hold on to the secret news of your pregnancy a little longer.
“Really? You know me better than I know myself.” You avoided looking at him as he gave you the churro. Your bite was nothing more than a hesitant nibble. “Do you honestly think I’d keep secrets from you?”
“Then why won’t you tell me you’re pregnant, baby?”
Your limbs froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and though he spoke sweetly, kindly, you were still as stiff as a statue.
“Look at me,” he softly demanded, hooking his fingers around his blindfold and pulling it down, letting it dangle around his neck.
You glanced up at him, almost feeling like a shy child getting scolded.
“I . . .” Whatever excuse you wanted to give died in your throat. “How’d you figure it out?”
“Really needa ask?”
“Your eyes.” You mumbled. Duh. Of course. Of course, you couldn’t keep something like this from the Satoru Gojo.
“I would’ve pieced it together either way, ‘cause you’re right, I do know you better than you know yourself.” Satoru smiled for a moment, but then it vanished quickly. It was his turn to take a sad bite of the churro. Those bright blue eyes glistened with a sliver of hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been waiting.”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know when or how. With everything going on, I feel like everyone will freak out at the idea of adding a baby to the mix. Especially considering our boys are ready to pack their bags and run away when they spill a cup of water. I didn’t want them to feel like us having another child would mean we no longer wanted them around. Hey, we’re having more biological children, so we don’t need the adopted ones, hit the road! ya know? I read somewhere that adopted kids and teens sometimes feel like that’s what’ll happen, or they feel like they’ll always come last to the biological children. And that’s only part of the reason why me being pregnant right now isn’t a good idea. I don’t know why we thought we would be able to handle another kid at a time like this.”
“Two kids.”
“Huh?”
“We’re having twins.” Satoru leaned forward, resting his elbows on the outdoor bench. “I can pick up on things earlier than an ultrasound can. And . . .” Satoru's eyes darted down to your stomach. “Yeah. I’m looking at two individual cursed energies.”
You couldn’t help but gasp. Twins? Was he being serious? Was this real?
“Oh my god. Satoru I . . . I mean, thank goodness we have a big ass house, right?” You gave a hollow laugh. One out of pure shock. “H-How do you feel about all this? I can’t tell.”
Satoru reached down into the pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out his phone, let the brightness on the screen illuminate his face, and opened the messaging app. Your husband then handed his phone to you. What stared back at you was a messaging thread with Kento.
Satoru spammed the poor man with multiple text messages, some short, incoherent, and incomplete, some using all caps, others long and decorated with emojis, but every message expressed his pure excitement. The last thing you saw before handing his phone back to him was a selfie he sent of himself crying tears of joy.
“Not only did I cry, but I went on a two-hour run to release some built-up excitement. I think it’s safe to say I’m beyond thrilled. I just wanted to wait for you to figure it out, because I thought you were gonna be excited to tell me, and I didn’t wanna ruin the surprise, but then I realized that you knew, and I could see how stressed out you were. You were going through tea like a teaholic, didn’t finish your crepes, and the last time I gave you a massage, you were so tense, it was like I was rubbing down a rock.” You took a bite of the churro. Satoru continued speaking. “You know I’m always gonna be here for you, right? There isn’t any part of this that you’ll have to go through alone. Even when I’m away, I will always be coming right back to you. We will figure it out, baby. Every bit of it. I wish I could be the pregnant one, not you, just so I can take some stress away from you.”
“And now you’ve made it weird,” you laughed — a genuine one this time — and watched as Satoru shrugged and took a bite of the churro you handed him.
“As weird as you are,” you paused, the churro now in your hands. “I’m glad you’re in my life. Who knows? Maybe preparing for two new members of the family could be the bonding time this family needs. Not sure.”
“Look at you being optimistic, I love it.”
You took the last bite, playfully rolling your eyes at him, but your fake attitude fooled no one. You were crazy in love with that handsome man across the table.
“Okay, c’mere, time for you to kiss me. The person who takes the last bite has to give the first kiss. Don’t tell me you forgot,” Satoru said. Though he told you to come to him, he was the one who rose from his seat and made his way over to your side of the bench. He straddled the bench seat, facing your side, and placed his hands on your hips as if to coax you into facing him.
“Pretty sure you just made that up. And aren’t we, like, both supposed to take the last bite together, causing our lips to meet, then we kiss?”
“I think the two of us should only try that with pasta, honey. We did it during that pasta making class we went to. I think one of us would choke to death if we tried to do it with a chocolate-filled churro,” Satoru tugged on you a little tighter, his lips falling into a small pout. “You’re taking too long. Just kiss me already. You’re ruining the mom-”
You cut off your talkative husband with what he so eagerly wanted — a sweet kiss. Not only could you feel his soft lips against yours, but you could feel him fighting off a smile as he kissed you back with passion.
That smile fully formed once you both parted, your face inches apart. His bright eyes stared into yours in a way that made it hard for you to breathe, and he gently stroked your cheek.
“Satoru?”
“Hm?”
“I think all of this chaos has taught me that, even though it’s hard, I can handle a lot of things. But promise me that you will never stop looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now. If for any reason you stop looking at me with all of that love in your eyes, I think that’s what will finally break me. Just promise me we will never become one of those couples who fall out of love with one another but are still together out of convenience.”
“I’ve stared at you like this since the first day we met, April 8th, 2005. I thought I was the coolest guy on the planet, but around you? I was a nervous wreck who wouldn’t stop blushing and stuttering. I still look at you now the same way I did then, and I know I still will when we’re old and wrinkly, and you know it too. But I promise, if that’ll put your worried little mind at ease.” Satoru caught you by surprise with one last little peck against your lips. Then, the tall man stood and held his large hand out for you to take. “C’mon, let’s burn our fingers tossing lanterns into the sky again while trying to look like a cute couple.”
You laughed, letting your hand fall into his. You didn’t know it, but several festival goers caught glimpses of you and your husband together. They prayed to someday find a cherishable love just as precious.
— NEXT PART.
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♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: one year ago, you & your husband, Satoru, adopted two of his teenage students, Yuji & Megumi. Also, your biological daughter is now five years old, and it seems that every member of the Gojo household is experiencing their fair share of troubles and keeping secrets, yourself included. What exactly is going on this week?
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YOUR STORY — DAY ONE
Two positive pregnancy tests rested in the palm of your hand, one showing two vertical pink lines, while the other casually presented the utterly life-changing word: Pregnant.
How unsurprising.
It was only a matter of time — after all, your husband was like an animal, tossing, turning, and twisting you every possible way whenever he could get some alone time with you.
It was impossible to know which night of love-making had led to your current conundrum: Was it the night all of your kids spent their Saturday evening elsewhere? Or, perhaps, the time Satoru had you in a mating press position on a hotel bed? No, it had to have been the time he returned home from a mission amidst your solo shower, and his lack of patience led to him slipping in behind you, and furthermore, slipping into you, all the while his hand-
“Ready?”
Satoru’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts. He stepped out of the master bathroom, buttoning up his shirt as he walked. You quickly hid the pregnancy tests under your thigh while his all-knowing blue eyes weren’t on you.
“Ready for what?” You said nervously.
“Don’t tell me the same person who rambled on and on about wanting to go to the festival already forgot about it,” Satoru glanced at you briefly. He approached your dresser, grabbing his blacked-out sunglasses. “The kids are waiting. I don’t think Yuji’ll be too happy if he misses the lantern show. And you and I need to do that thing where we share a churro and kiss at the end-”
“Okay, okay, I’m almost ready.”
Despite your words, you hadn’t yet risen from your spot on the edge of the bed.
Satoru turned to face you. He frowned with concern. “You alright?”
The truth was that you weren’t ready to tell Satoru that, soon, there would be another addition to the Gojo household. Your hesitation was odd. This was something you both wanted, and yet . . .
And yet, the news, while delightful, was also worrisome, as the Gojo household was currently experiencing its fair share of troubles within the past couple of months — and you weren’t quite sure what adding a newborn baby to the mix would do.
Stressful times tended to occur when over half of the beloved household fought curses and curse users, both of which were more active during the summer season.
Satoru was occasionally away on important trips to other countries and continents. Your adopted teenagers, Megumi and Yuji, — who had been part of your family officially for a solid year now — were often injured in battle. Meanwhile, Maya, your biological daughter, was arriving closer and closer to starting elementary school.
Your little girl learning all sorts of things about math, animals, and books that were longer than ten, twenty pages was a beautiful sight to see.
She was no longer a toddler, but rather, a child now, and was learning all sorts of things such as numbers that went beyond ten, beyond twenty, and even beyond fifty. There were animals — insanely cool ones, more exciting than the cows and sheep she learned about in preschool — who lived in either the forests or the sea!
There were moments of tragedy of course, such as the day she learned that her dear parents, her beloved mom and dad, were not named Mom and Dad.
Oh, the poor girl cried and sobbed, her chubby cheeks puffy and wet with tears, all while Satoru held her and softly explained to her that he would always be her daddy, she would always address him as so, but in truth, his name was Satoru Gojo.
And your name was not simply Mom or Mommy.
What a troubling day.
But that part was fine. Everything from giggling while you or her dad marked her height by using a pencil to draw a line above her head on her doorframe, enthusiastically saying, “you’re getting so big now!” to learning to sing and dance along to classic Barbie films, to crying her eyes out when she fell down during a game of tag with her friends were all parts of getting older, and it was fine.
Her having to go days or weeks at a time without seeing her dad was not.
Having to soothe her worries and fears whenever Yuji and Megumi returned home from missions with new scars and scratches decorating their skin was not.
And, worst of all, her becoming aware of her own cursed energy and being able to see those terrifying creatures was not.
A few weeks ago, after Maya saw her very first curse across the street while going down a slide at a playground, Satoru had to sit his daughter down and explain everything to her. It was a task that broke his heart.
Afterwards, he crawled into bed with you, sighing heavily.
“She was just learning about the alphabet around what, one, two, three years ago?” Satoru exhaustedly rested his head on your lap, staring up at you with sad, blue eyes. “God, I can’t keep up. She’s growing up so fast. And now she’s seeing curses. I knew this day would come, but now her childhood will never be the same.”
You turned on the lamp on your nightstand with a light tap at the base of it. With your other hand, you gently stroked the spot between Satoru’s furrowed brows with your thumb as his long legs stretched out across your enormous bed.
“We just have to teach her not to be afraid of them. Just as we explained what curses are, we have to explain to her who she is.”
The daughter of the world’s strongest sorcerer, she was.
“I thought I was ready for this. Looking after Megumi when he was a kid, learning about his power, and trying to protect him from that sick Zenin clan . . . thought that experience would prepare me for this. I thought I was ready, but I’m not. Now we have to teach our muffin and protect her from the jujutsu society as a whole.”
“Tell me about it,” you frowned. “I get at least ten emails daily from the higher-ups, all of them wondering if she’s ready to start training. She’s five years old. I told them all to go to hell.”
Satoru laughed softly, then he yawned before he started to speak again.
“I’m sure she’ll want to become a sorcerer, but if she does, I want it to be her decision. I don’t want her to feel pressured to follow in my footsteps, get what I mean?”
Your fingertips started to mess with the strands of Satoru’s white hair.
“I think the best choice would be to work with her, make sure she understands what curses are and what she can do, but also do everything we can to give her a normal life. I don’t care if she learns a cursed technique before she learns how to multiply, but no one will take her childhood away from her.”
With that, you and Satoru sealed off the end of your conversation with a kiss, but nothing more, as about five minutes later, gentle pitter-patter could be heard from the hallway as your daughter made her way to your room and hopped into your bed, snuggling right in between you and Satoru.
After seeing her first curse, she was much too scared to sleep alone.
Dealing with Maya’s current situation had your hands full. Along with all the additional chaos surrounding your entire family, you were also busy being the multitasking mother and wife everyone needed you to be. Keeping everyone fed, healthy, and happy was quite the challenge, especially when you could do very little to keep them safe in a world possessed by such evil — and they were the ones who had to fight against it. Not to mention the horrific fact that your son was quite literally possessed by the embodiment of evil — Sukuna.
Oh! And if that wasn’t enough, Satoru’s other students, old and new, often came to you for motherly love and affection they could never experience elsewhere. Though you welcomed everyone with open arms, you were tired.
Tired, and, apparently, pregnant.
—
“Alright, everyone ready? Everyone have their coats? Anyone have to pee before we hit the road?” Satoru, who stood before the double front doors of your home, scanned his watchful eyes over the bunch.
“The festival’s only fifteen to twenty minutes away,” Megumi said.
“And I bet Yuji’ll have to pee in ten.” Satoru darted his eyes across the dark-haired boy’s casual outfit, which amounted to a short-sleeved black shirt and a pair of grey jeans. “And you’re not wearing a coat.”
Suddenly, Satoru felt a tiny tug at the back of his pants leg. Turning around, he caught sight of Maya — just when did she get behind him?
With a smile, he reached down to ruffle the young girl’s hair, noting the nervous look on her face. After her first experience with a curse, it was quite rare for the young girl to not have eyes that glistened with pure fright.
“At least this one’s being so well behaved, aren’t you, muffin?” Satoru said sweetly.
“Can you pick me up?”
“Of course, sweet girl, hang on.” Satoru raised and turned his head to where Yuji was standing. “Yuji, did you-”
He cut himself off. There was nothing except an empty space where Yuji once stood. “Where’d he go?”
“Bathroom,” you mumbled.
“Right,” Satoru gave you a quick smile — he noticed your silence today. It was nice to hear your voice at all.
Looking at his other teenage son, or, rather, his uncovered arms, Satoru said, “Megumi, go get your coat.”
“But I’m not cold.”
“You can thank our new heated floors for that, but it’s cold outside, buddy, and you had a fever a couple days ago. I don’t want this bipolar weather making you sick again.”
“Cold weather itself doesn’t make someone sick, it’s actually-”
“Daddy, pick me up! Pick me up!” Maya whined, tugging on Satoru while her small feet impatiently tapped against the floor; the new, heated one, which was part of the renovations made to your home last month. More chaos.
“Hold on, forgot to wash my hands. Be right back,” Yuji suddenly said, and vanished as quickly as he had arrived.
Satoru didn’t sigh with annoyance, didn’t let his face reflect even the slightest hint of frustration. Instead, he continued to grin, handling the chaos just as easily as he handled curses.
“Come here, I gotcha,” Satoru lifted Maya, holding her in his arms. “Ya know, daddy’s gonna have to put you down to drive, right?”
“No!”
Maya leaned her head against his shoulder. Satoru turned to face Megumi yet again, noticed his lack of a coat yet again, and said playfully, “Megumi, put on a coat or jacket or else I’ll ground you for twelve to fifteen years, kid.”
“Fine,” the teenager rolled his eyes before walking off.
Gently, Satoru gave his daughter’s chubby cheek a little pinch — she squealed from the ticklish feeling — and he then placed his large hand over the little ear that wasn’t leaning against his shoulder before he shouted, “anyone who isn’t in the car in the next three minutes is getting left behind!”
“I would’ve been in the car if you weren’t making me grab a coat,” Megumi called back.
“You’ll thank me when you’re not dying of pneumonia,” Satoru shouted, then mumbled under his breath, “again.”
And with that, you watched as, somehow, someway, Satoru effectively managed to get a moody teenager, a hyper one, a clingy child, and you, his oddly quiet wife, to the annual Night Lights Festival.
—
The lakeside festival was a crowded, yet beautiful display of festive red and yellow decorations and lanterns that brightened the night sky. Live musicians banged on drums or strung their instruments, playing upbeat tones. A parade of dancers passed by, and lively chatter surrounded you.
Around thirty minutes into the festival, Yuji’s face was decorated with face paint, neck adorned with beads and necklaces dancers tossed at him, blush-pink hair covered by an enormous red and yellow hat, and he held a bag of popcorn in one hand and his favorite soda in the other.
Megumi, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan of the large crowd and never-ending music. He did, however, notice a person doing magic tricks with their two enormous dogs, and he stopped to watch the show. Maya, who was previously sitting on her dad’s shoulders, eagerly climbed down, eager to watch the dog show as well.
And by then, Yuji had seen something exciting and ran off. Yet again.
That left you alone with Satoru. Your smiling husband took hold of your hand. Though you gave him a smile back, it didn’t reach your eyes, and he could tell.
Guiding you away from the flow of traffic and closer towards the red bridge that stretched over the beautiful lake with lights dancing above the water — where fewer people mingled, fortunately — Satoru said, “What’s the matter, baby? You’re awfully quiet.”
“Sorry,” you shrugged, unable to look him in the eye. Not while you were telling a lie. “I was just thinking about how well you handle our chaotic family.”
“You know me. Handling chaos is just what I do. I think part of me loves it, actually, considering we’re trying to add on a new member to the family.”
His words made your heart skip a beat. The topic of pregnancy and having another child was nearly a daily discussion between you and Satoru, that was a fact, but now, when your pregnancy test came back positive and you hadn’t yet found the nerve to tell him, hearing those words struck a chord of fear within you.
“I don’t know, honey. I thought that I could handle all this. Don’t get me wrong, please don’t get me wrong, but . . . Megumi and Yuji are at that age where fighting curses is the last thing they need to worry about. Being a teenager is rough enough as it is. Megumi’s attitude is-is just . . . and Yuji stinks sometimes no matter how often he bathes. He just stinks. And seeing them and their friends covered in wounds after a mission . . . it’s just too much. I can’t help but wonder if we’re mature enough to handle it. It’s not like we’re the same age as most parents who have teenagers. Remember what happened a couple of months ago when I treated Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi to the movies and a shopping spree? Two cashiers at two different places thought I was friends with all of them. Friends!
Then there’s Megumi’s depression. I’ve been researching therapists, specifically ones I trust who work with young sorcerers, but there’s only like, two. And I doubt I could get him to talk to someone anyway. Oh, and while I was doing the laundry the other day, I found a crumpled-up piece of paper with a phone number written on it in Yuji’s pocket. I’m thinking a girl gave it to him. That means it’s time to talk to the boys about dating and everything that comes with it, right? I mean, we pretty much raised Megumi long before we adopted him, so I-I know he’s . . . educated, but what about Yuji? Do we just assume that his grandpa taught him everything he needs to know about, well, everything? What if his grandpa taught him things that we’d disagree with morally? No . . . Yuji’s a sweet kid, I doubt that.
I don’t know, I’m just so overwhelmed. Then there’s Sukuna, and what the higher-ups want to do to Yuji because of Sukuna . . . is that why we adopted him? To give him a good life before he’s executed? Or did we truly think we could find a way out of this? Because I love him more and more with every passing day and . . . and don’t even get me started on everything going on with Maya right now.
I don’t just mean the curse thing, either. My friend Jane told me that she stopped carrying her son when he turned four. Maya’s five now, and it seems like she doesn’t ever want to be put down. I have no idea if that’s normal. She’s a sweetheart, and she’s always been a bit clingy and sensitive, but there are certain things that-that she hasn’t grown out of yet and with this curse bullshit, she’s even more dependent on us than what my research says a five year old should be. I bet you being away for weeks at a time is part of it. I know I cling to you like a koala to a tree when you come back home, and part of that is because I’m always so terrified of what might happen to you while you’re away. I love you too much. The idea of something happening to you kills me, Satoru.
I thought that I was this amazing person who could take care of everyone who stepped through our door, but here I am, freaking out while we’re just trying to enjoy a nice festival. Maybe I should just-”
“Momma! Dad! There you are!” Yuji suddenly returned, this time, with a tiny tray of lantern-shaped cookies and a bag of souvenirs. “C’mon, the lantern show’s about to start!”
The excitable teenager once again started to dash away, and you started to follow, when Satoru’s large hands suddenly grabbed onto your shoulders, halting your footsteps.
“Hey, hey, wait,” he said. His fingers found your chin, turning your head in his direction. He planted a kiss that held all the gentle love he felt for you right on your lips. “I hear you, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it later, alright?”
“You say that as if we can ever have a moment of peace and quiet, but thanks for listening.” You gave him a sad smile, and he kissed you yet again.
The night ended with you and Satoru holding onto a beautiful lantern and releasing it together into the starry night sky. Watching your lantern join the countless other ones in the sky as you leaned against your husband’s chest was a temporary moment of relief from the chaos.
MEGUMI’S STORY — DAY FOUR
It happened.
The breaking point.
The final straw.
Reaching the limit — whatever it was, it happened.
Megumi told you something the day after the Night Lights Festival. Something that he now regretted as he slipped on his black hoodie.
“Megumi, let’s go!” You shouted from the foyer.
As you waited for him, your eyes darted up at Satoru, who was adjusting the hood on your head. It was a rainy, gloomy day, after all. Oh, a gloomy day it was.
“Hey, it’ll be alright. I know it. And I know you’re busy, but when you have the time, we should talk. We never finished our conversation from the other day. The one we were having at the festival,” Satoru said.
“Right, well,” you paused, hearing Megumi’s quiet footsteps approaching. “It’ll have to wait.”
“Let’s go,” you said to Megumi, all the while trying — trying — to ignore the pained look of betrayal in his eyes.
—
The car ride was a long, quiet one.
The atmosphere was tense. Odd. Heartbreaking. Therefore, you clenched the steering wheel and made the tough decision to speak to the boy in the passenger seat.
“Megumi? After your session, I was thinking we could stop by a bookstore, see what’s new in the nonfiction section. Get some black coffee, pick up some ginger chicken, whatever you want.”
“Sure.”
“And don’t worry. The first session is usually nothing more than you and the therapist getting to know each other. And the psychiatrist will mainly just ask you a bunch of questions. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”
“Alright.”
You slowed to a stop at a red light. A sigh escaped from you.
“I know you don’t wanna go, but we’re doing this ‘cause we care about you. We’re worried about you.”
Megumi turned his gaze away from the raindrops on the car window. A therapist. A psychiatrist. A collaborative care plan.
“You think there’s something wrong with me.”
“No, not at all!” You looked at him, your eyebrows pinched. “You’ve gone through a lot, and there’s nothing wrong with needing some help. Everyone needs it at some point.”
“I haven’t gone through anything Yuji hasn’t, and I don’t see him in the car.”
You were silent for a moment. Nothing could be heard except for the raindrops splattering against the roof of the car. The traffic light changed colors.
“When will this competition end? Comparing yourself to your brother?” You paused. “You’re both very different people with very different needs, and-”
“And you think there’s something wrong with me.”
There wasn't that familiar attitude in Megumi’s voice. There was pain. But, heartbreakingly, that pain was a familiar tone as well.
You wanted to look at him, grab his shoulders, and shake some sense into him, do something. Anything. But you could only crank up your windshield wiper and make a left turn.
“You were getting better, Megumi. I saw it. But now? Now it feels like you’re moving backwards. You and I have started to bond, haven’t we? We’d spend quality time together, even if it was just the two of us washing dishes. You even called me mom once. You came to me the other night for comfort and advice, and now I-I feel like you’re just . . . slipping away and I won’t just sit back and let it happen. Please stop pulling away from us, okay? I’m here for you. Your family is here for you.”
“I told you the truth the other day, and look where it’s gotten me. You think I’m fragile. Like I’m weak and I’m gonna break. And now you’re dragging me to meet a therapist and psychiatrist. Being honest with you has only backfired, so . . . I think it’s best if I pull away.”
“What do you expect me to do when my son, my son, looks me in the eyes one night and tells me he doesn’t see the point in living anymore? Do you just-just expect me to, what, sit back and do nothing as I watch you continue to skip meals again? Stay curled up in bed? Hear from your friends over and over again that you were careless with your own life in battle?” You slowed down as you drove; you could barely see, not only because of the heavy rain, but also the tears brimming within your waterline. “This is what it means to be loved by a family, Megumi. I know you didn’t ask for this, and you can hate me and your dad all you want, but I suggest you get used to it, because I’m not giving up on you. None of us are. You understand me? Do you understand me?”
Megumi’s gaze returned to the raindrops on the window. His hands were starting to tremble — he wanted to cry. He didn’t answer you, not now, because he didn’t understand.
He thought he did once. He thought he wrapped his mind around familial love and understood that he was loved and cared for — and he still does. Part of him, the logical side, knows he’s loved and cared for, but maybe, just maybe, that was part of the problem.
He got sick easily. Got injured easily. Didn’t like very many things. Turned away from affection. Was a picky eater — it made him feel like a burden to his family, who he knew loved him and went out of his way to make him comfortable, be it you preparing ginger chicken over a bed of rice while everyone else dined on honey-garlic glazed salmon, or giving up loud family movie nights to play quiet board games with him occasionally.
But right now? It didn’t matter to him whether he understood the concept of familial love or not. He trusted you with something, and this betrayal? He couldn’t understand it.
But right now? When his spirit was crushed and he dreaded every sunrise that marked another day of living? When you parked in front of the beige office building and took him inside for his very first session?
He could understand one thing: his desire to have never been born.
YUJI’S STORY — DAY FIVE
It was warm today. The rapidly changing weather switched back and forth between hot and sunny or cold and rainy as if it couldn’t decide which of the four seasons it wanted to mimic, nevermind what season it actually was.
And, damn it all, Satoru took advantage of temporary warm weather by standing over his smoking outdoor grill, but not because he craved warmth and anything that reminded him of peaceful summer days, but because one of Yuji’s favorite foods happened to be Satoru’s grilled burgers, and Yuji was having a bad day today.
With one hand, Satoru flipped the burgers over with a spatula. They still needed quite a bit of cooking. With the other hand, he raised his blacked-out sunglasses, gazing at the back of his house.
It had been a while since he last checked on the moping boy. His other moping boy, Megumi, was fast asleep after Satoru coaxed him into eating by bringing a food tray to his room that held an apple he sliced, a basic sandwich — Megumi didn’t like too many toppings — and his new antidepressants.
A short distance away, Maya was plopped down in her sandbox, digging around with a colorful, tiny shovel.
“Muffin?” Satoru called out. When the young girl looked at him and tilted her head a bit, he asked, “Want a juice box, sweet girl?”
She eagerly hopped to her feet, took a moment to shake off as much sand as she could, singing under her breath, “shake, shake, shake, shake off the sand . . . shake, shake, shake, shake off the sand.”
Afterwards, Maya and Satoru stepped through the back door. Once he sat the young girl down at the nook table in the corner of the gourmet kitchen, gave her a juice box and told her to stay put — only after putting his lips on the skin of her arm and blowing a raspberry to make her giggle, of course — he then headed upstairs to go check on Yuji.
—
“I wanna kill that annoying punk you call your father first.”
It was Sukuna’s rotten voice. Yuji was digging through the drawer of clothes in his spacious bedroom when the king of curses manifested himself on the side of Yuji’s face.
“Shut up,” Yuji mumbled.
“Who would be fun to kill next? Let me think . . . that pretty mother of yours? Your little sister? That little girl’s becoming sensitive to cursed energy now, right? Does your family know she won’t come near you anymore, ‘cause she can sense me? The evil inside of you? We made her cry and run away the other day. Remember that?”
“Shut up. Just shut up already.”
“You think these people really trust you as a vessel to keep me in check, huh? I bet they’re hoping you die and take me with you-”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up-”
“How do you think it’d feel, brat? Your own body being used to kill the useless humans you call your family? Your face being the last face they see as they die a slow, painful death?”
“Shut the hell up!”
He was shouting — he didn’t realize it, not until the silence that ringed afterward made him realize just how loud he had been.
Yuji heard two knocks at his door. When he failed to respond, whoever seeked entry twisted the knob and opened it.
“Yuji?”
“Sorry, I’m fine.” Yuji glanced at Satoru standing in his doorway. With a bundle of clothes in his hand, Yuji paused, watching his dad glance over the top of his sunglasses, his all-seeing eyes scanning Yuji from top to bottom. “Stop it.”
“He’s bothering you again, huh? Wanna talk about it?” Satoru stepped into his bedroom.
Yuji shook his head, mumbling an inaudible, “no.” He tossed the clothes in his hands on his bed — they fell with a soft plop — and suddenly, the tears started to fall.
He couldn’t help it by then. The teenager found himself turning around and wrapping his arms around Satoru, who didn’t waste a second before hugging him back.
“It’s okay, kid. It’s okay,” Satoru said soothingly, rubbing his back.
“Most days, I can ignore him pretty easily and not let his words get to me, but . . .”
“But ever since he scared Maya, you can’t help but listen to him.”
Yuji gasped.
It was the secret he had been keeping since it happened.
“You knew about it?” Yuji pulled away from Satoru, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Not ‘til now. I was listening at the door,” Satoru said.
“You say he scared Maya, but don’t you mean me? It’s ‘cause of Sukuna, yeah, but it's not like he was taking over my body when she got scared. It was just . . . me. It’s his fault, but it’s still me. Does that make any sense?” Yuji looked down at the floor. “Megumi’s always been her favorite sibling, and I get it, she’s known him her whole life and stuff, but . . . not only am I her least favorite member of the family, but now she’s downright scared of me. Do you think that means I should live on campus for a while? It’s not fair for Maya to be scared of someone in her own home. She’s your biological kid, so she comes first. I’m just the one you adopted last year-”
“And you’re just as much a member of this family as she is.” Satoru interrupted Yuji with a stern tone he wasn’t used to. “Just give it time, Yuji. Your mom and I are working on a way to get her used to . . . all this. And in the meantime, don’t let Sukuna get to you. I know that’s easier said than done, but just you wait. I’m gonna find some sorta loophole where I can kill him for good, and still keep you alive and well. I don’t care how long it takes.”
“You’re pretty optimistic.”
“Well, you’re my boy, Yuji. I’ll be damned if you don’t become old and gray someday.”
Yuji gave Satoru another hug, but this time, instead of tears, it was with a soft smile. Though his heart hadn’t fully accepted Satoru’s words, nor had his mind accepted that he had a right to stay home, he couldn’t help but giggle when his dad called him that affectionate term.
“Damn right I’m your boy!” Yuji exclaimed.
“Hey, watch your mouth.”
“Sorry. Can we play baseball together soon?”
MAYA’S STORY — DAY SIX
It was somewhere between noon and evening, the big house a warming shade of yellow and orange from the setting sun peeking in through the open windows, and Maya crept down the hallways with her doll clenched tightly against her chest.
Sneaking around her home wasn’t fun — not nearly as fun as the show the The Backyardigans made sneaking seem to be in the episode she watched with dad last week. Secret agents, they were.
She tried singing the little Secret Agent song in her head, tried to pretend that she was on some fun, grand adventure, but in truth, she was scared.
She was coming out of her bedroom when she heard footsteps in the hallway, and she felt it. That . . . that energy. That spirit.
Everyone in her family had that same energy, she could feel it, but unlike her dad or Megumi, this energy wasn’t friendly. It was as scary as the big monsters she swore lived under her bed when she was younger — and though dad held her tight and told her he kicked all the monsters out and scared them away, that wasn’t true. Because sometimes, she still saw monsters! Like the one she saw at the park the other day! And she swore — she swore — her big brother was one of them. He was the one with the unfriendly energy.
A little while ago, she ran up to Yuji, eager to share her grapes with him, and that was the first time she felt it. She ran away crying, shrieking away from him when he tried to follow her and ask her what was wrong. Ever since then, she would only go near him if others were around. It broke her little heart. She loved Yuji! So why, just why, did he have to turn out to be one of those scary monsters?
Maya peeked her head around the corner of her door frame and saw Yuji, who was opening a hallway closet.
“Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella. Where is it?” He mumbled to himself in a bored tone, searching the shelves for, apparently, an umbrella.
Why was he here right now, of all places? He wouldn’t move either, which meant . . . she would have to walk past him to reach the bathroom.
She wanted to cry. Where was Dad? He’d hold her, and together, they could make it past that scary monster.
Maya turned in the opposite direction of the bathroom, dashing away as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to draw his attention. Her heart was pounding. She then made a quick turn into what was the upstairs gameroom, and there you were! You were fluffing one of the pillows on the couch when you turned your head, smiling at the sight of your daughter running towards you, but your smile quickly vanished as the corners of your lips pointed downward, your brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked.
“I have to pee-pee and there’s a monster in the hallway!”
Your frown deepened in pure confusion.
You knew quite well there wasn’t a monster in the hallway, but before you could question the young girl, she was reaching up, grabbing hold of your hand with her little one — the one that wasn’t holding her doll — and she pulled you along.
There was no one in the hallway except Yuji.
You figured that, perhaps, there was some sort of weird decoration in the hallway that scared her, but when you glanced down, you saw her wide, fear-filled eyes were locked on Yuji.
“Maya, what’s the matter?” You questioned. “Mommy doesn’t understand what you’re scared of.”
You weren’t exactly whispering like Maya hoped you would, and your words caught Yuji’s attention. He turned away from the hideous ponchos in his hands, looking in your direction with a small, “hm?” when, all of a sudden, Maya dropped your hand, raising a trembling finger as she pointed at her brother.
“Monster,” she cried out.
A shocked gasp escaped your lips. You never would have expected your sweet girl to call someone such a thing, let alone her brother. “Now Maya, that is not nice. We don’t call people things that we wouldn’t want them to call us. You owe your brother an apology.”
Yuji shut the door of the hallway closet, locking eyes with his sister. Maya shrieked, dropping her doll.
“Mommy!” She grabbed, pulled, and yanked at your shirt and pants, practically trying to climb up your body and jump into your arms.
Tears fell from her eyes as she cried, “Make him go away! Make him go away!”
No parenting book had prepared you for this, whatever this was.
The terrified girl’s nails were digging into your flesh; you had no choice but to pick her up.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you said soothingly, but the fright in your voice was crystal clear.
You gave Yuji a look of panicked confusion, one that begged for answers to the obvious question, but when you looked at him — even from the distance between you both — you could see the tears streaming down his face.
“Make him go away, mommy! Make him go away!” Maya cried.
Yuji sniffled, wiping his tears off on his sleeves before turning away.
“Wait, Yuji- Maya, it’s okay, I don’t . . .”
Suddenly, with Megumi following, Satoru was making his way up the stairs before Yuji could descend them, forcing the crying sorcerer to stay put.
Yuji tried his hardest to weave around Satoru, but Satoru gripped his shoulders.
“Aht, aht, aht, you’re not going anywhere.”
“But I’m scaring her!”
“Yuji, will you please tell me what’s going on?” You cradled your sobbing daughter’s head.
“Here, Megumi,” Yuji reached around Satoru, tossing Megumi two mustard-yellow ponchos he found.
Megumi caught it and started to descend the steps without another word.
Satoru frowned.
“You two mind telling me why you need ponchos when there isn’t a cloud in the sky?”
There was no answer. Megumi continued to walk down the steps, Maya continued to sob, and Yuji continued to wipe his streaming tears, his path blocked by Satoru.
“I asked you two a question. Yuji, your mother asked you a question.”
“We’re packing our bags and leaving. We can’t stay here.”
It was Megumi who stopped walking and answered.
You could handle quite a bit, but this? This was what finally made the tears fall.
When that very first sniffle interrupted the silence, your entire family turned to face you.
It was too much. Everything. Every bit of it.
With Maya in your arms — her little tantrum had dwindled to silent sobs now — you left the hallway, stepping into the closest room you could find.
Satoru was a man who could walk through Hell with a grin on his face. He was an easygoing person, one who could tolerate everything from strong curses, the attitudes of teenagers — perhaps his own occasional lack of maturity helped him out with that — but, the one thing he could not simply grin and bear?
Seeing his wife upset.
Satoru slowly turned his head between Megumi and Yuji, looking at their guilt-ridden faces. He clenched his jaw.
“You two. Living room. Now. I’m not messing around, and don’t you dare talk back to me.”
Satoru moved past Yuji, and the boy swore he could feel the anger radiating off of him like heat.
The pissed-off man watched his sons drag their feet into the living room, Megumi’s hands fidgeting with the sleeves of his black sweatshirt while Yuji had his head down, messy hair unusually flat like he was a kicked puppy, and Satoru then stepped into the room you occupied with Maya.
You were sitting on the ottoman in front of the bed. Kneeling in front of you, Satoru looked at you with all the softness he held for you in his overwhelmed heart, and he stroked your tears away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. He then repeated the same act of love with Maya. “Both of my sweet girls are crying. You’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, taking a deep breath as if to soothe yourself. “It’s just been a long, long week. I don’t wanna make them feel guilty for how they feel by crying in front of them, I swear I don’t, but . . . I think hearing them say that was my final straw.”
Satoru rose to his feet. He scooped Maya out of your arms, and said, “Come to the living room. We all need to work it out.”
The living room was softly lit by two lamps. From one of the couches where Megumi and Yuji sat, Yuji wiped away one of his own tears, then gently knocked his knee against Megumi’s.
“You okay?” Yuji asked.
Megumi didn’t answer for a while, his eyes glued on the living room floor.
“No.” Megumi’s voice was soft. “Are you?”
“No.”
Megumi and Yuji gave each other a sympathetic smile. Just then, they heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. You came down, following Satoru — who held Maya — and you all found yourself grabbing a spot on one of the couches.
Satoru started to speak to the young girl holding on to him.
“Muffin, look at Yuji.”
Maya looked up at Satoru with precious eyes filled with uncertainty.
“Don’t be scared. It’s okay. Just look at him.”
She was hesitant, found herself clenching Satoru’s shirt even tighter, but . . . but eventually, she turned her head and looked at her older brother, who bounced his leg out of pure nervousness and old habit, his face a mess of falling — and seemingly never-ending — tears.
“You see that?” Satoru pointed. “He’s crying. Do you know why he’s crying?”
Maya looked up at her dad, shaking her head with a small pout.
“He’s crying because you’re hurting his feelings, muffin. Calling him a monster and running away from him is making him sad, so sad that he wants to run away from home, sweet girl, and none of us want that to happen.” Maya blinked at him, and Satoru continued. “Yuji isn’t like that monster you saw at the park. Your brother is actually this super-duper strong, super-duper awesome, super-duper great person who’s keeping a monster at bay, so the monster can’t hurt anyone someday. He’s a hero, one who puts himself in harm's way to try and protect other people, and he loves you very, very much. Isn’t that cool? To have a brother who’s that brave, kind, and strong?”
Maya tilted her head to the side, the gears in her brain turning, and she nodded slowly.
When you started to speak, Maya looked over at you.
“You have a family of people who fight those scary monsters you’ve seen all the time. In fact, your dad is the strongest monster-fighter in the whole world. None of them can lay a hand on him because of how strong he is. And guess what?”
“What?” Maya squeaked out.
“You’re his daughter, so that really strong monster-fighter strength has been passed on to you,” you smiled. “Nothing bad will happen to you, honey. Everyone in this family will make sure of it; me, your dad, Megumi, and Yuji, who I think could really use an apology from you right now.”
Maya, albeit hesitant, hopped off her dad’s lap. She wiped the tears off her chubby cheeks and glanced back at Satoru.
“Go on, it’s okay,” he nodded.
In a way, it was quite hilarious. The person she feared was nothing more than a sulking boy with teary, light brown eyes, and a sad frown. Kicked puppy.
Maya stood in front of her brother. She didn’t fully understand what you and her dad were trying to say, but she knew a few things for certain:
No one else seemed scared of Yuji.
Dad said Yuji wasn’t a monster; he fought monsters.
That evil energy wasn’t the only energy she felt from him, there was something else there. Something kind and warm.
She loved Yuji, and she didn’t like making him feel sad.
Oh, her famous compliment. Yuji’s grin widened in amused bewilderment, though he didn’t fully understand what about him could have reminded her of Barbie.
“Oh yeah? I don’t know, I think she’s way cooler than I am,” Yuji reached forward slowly in case his little sister was still hesitant to trust him, and when she didn’t back away, he ruffled her hair. Maya responded to that by stepping closer with her arms out. As Yuji happily leaned down to hug her, god, it felt as if his heart melted and was being glued back together all at once.
A moment after the hug ended, Satoru spoke up. “Muffin, why don’t you go play with dolls, hm? I know my big girl can play all by herself, right?”
“Uh huh! I can go do that!”
Everyone listened to the pitter-patter of Maya’s footsteps. Once the conclusion was drawn that she was in her room, you and Satoru glanced at the boy on the other couch who was playing with the sleeves of his black sweatshirt.
“My turn, right?” Megumi mumbled.
“You’re not in trouble. Neither one of you are. It’s just that, at the first sign of chaos, you two wanna hit the door. You both need to understand that no matter what happens, no matter what you do or how you feel, those beds upstairs are yours. We’ll work through any situation no matter what it is because you’re our children. Your dad and I will chase you down and drag you both back home if we have to, but please don’t make us have to.” You paused. “Megumi, do you truly hate the idea of getting help so much that you’d rather stop living here with us? Are you that angry with me?”
“It isn’t like that. I just feel like a . . . burden again.” He couldn’t look you in the eye. “But I’m not angry, I’m just hurt. It feels like a betrayal.”
“What did . . .” Your voice was wobbly. You used every bit of your strength to hold back your own tears. “When you told me how you were feeling, what did you think would happen? What did you want to happen? Did you think I wouldn’t do something?”
“I knew you would, I just . . . I wanted to talk to you, not a therapist.”
“Me?” You blinked.
“Well, you’re my mother, aren’t you?”
Oh.
Oh, you were certain you misheard him. Your wide eyes found Satoru’s, and your husband gave you a knowing grin.
“I heard it, baby. He said it.” Satoru said.
“I’m gonna cry again,” you wiped at the tears threatening to stream down your face; it was crystal clear during this moment who Maya got her sensitive side from. “Can I hug you? If not, that’s okay.”
Megumi looked up at you. He thought about it for a moment, then with a whisper of a smile, he said, “Yeah, sure.”
You made your way over to where he sat, and he stood up. You wrapped your arms around him, taking extra care not to hug him too long or squeeze him too tightly.
When you pulled away, you said. “I still think you should give your current treatment plan a proper try, but you can always come to me, Megumi. Always, always, always.”
After you released him, you then walked over to Yuji, your arms open, and he grinned widely, hoping to his feet to hug you.
“I owe you an apology, Yuji.”
“Huh? For what?” He pulled away, tilting his head a little.
“For neglecting your needs. You should give therapy a try as well. I didn’t think it was necessary at first, seeing as you were always smiling and laughing no matter what, but after everything you’ve been through, you need it as well. I’m sorry for not considering it sooner.”
“Oh, well . . . okay, I guess.”
“I think someone else needs therapy.”
The interjection came from Satoru. Turning around, you raised an eyebrow at him. “You mean Maya? Because a child therapist doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“I was talking about you, but honestly, let’s get the whole family in there,” Satoru motioned you over, and your lips fell into a little frown. “What’s that look for? Aren’t you always saying everyone needs someone to talk to at some point?”
“That’s true,” you said. You walked over to Satoru and claimed the spot next to him on the couch, and he wrapped his arms around you. “I think I could use a massage, or maybe a vacation as well.”
“I’m on it,” Satoru smiled down at you. Then, as he looked back at his teenage boys, he said, “So now, on to dating . . .”
SATORU’S STORY — DAY SIX
The conversation with your boys lasted well into the evening until the orange rays of the setting sun kissed the sky goodbye, and the bright moon appeared along with the stars.
But not every bit of chaos had been resolved just yet. There was something else, something lingering in the back of Satoru’s mind, and that was why instead of showering together before winding down for your nightly routine of soft chatter, massages, and watching an episode or two of your favorite show together, you and Satoru found yourselves strolling through the Night Lights Festival once again.
“Satoru, we’ve all had a long day. Why’d you bring me here?” You asked, looking up at the side of his face, your fingers intertwined.
“Because I wanna spend time with the person I’m in love with, obviously. You’re the love of my life, my amazing wife,” he turned his head, smiling down at you. “Look, I’m even rhyming now like a lovesick poet.”
“But why are we at the festival again? After the day we’ve had, our bed was calling my name. I was hoping we were gonna cuddle up and watch our show together, or anything that involves lying in bed . . . Please don’t make a dirty joke.”
Satoru shot you an amused grin.
He guided you towards a food vendor that smelled of heavenly sugar. After ordering one chocolate-filled churro, he turned around to face you as he waited.
“Well, you and I never get any alone time nowadays, and we really needed to talk. I figured, why not do it here? The festival only comes once a year anyway. I wanna do our little churro tradition as many times as possible.”
“Why do we need to talk? You’re not divorcing me, are you?”
“Never. You’re stuck with me in every lifetime. I really believe it, ya know. I had a dream once where we both died and-”
“Here you go. Enjoy the festival.” The friendly vendor owner unintentionally interrupted Satoru, a churro in hand.
Satoru took it with thanks. You two continued strolling until he found an outdoor bench close to the lantern-lit lake and bridge.
“What was I saying?” He asked, sitting down.
As he took the first bite of the churro before passing it to you, you said, “Listen, if this is about my rant the other day, I really don’t feel the need to continue that conversation. Talking with everyone today helped some.”
“There’s more to it.” Satoru’s tone was serious at first. The lanterns nearby illuminated his expressionless face. Strands of his white hair shifted as he nodded down at the churro in your hand. “Come on, bite the churro.”
You did so. A beat of silence passed between you both. You handed him the churro; his turn to take a bite.
“I’m waiting,” he said, taking the sweet treat.
“For?”
“For you to tell me whatever it is you need to tell me. And for you to tell me why you haven’t told me until I brought up that there’s something you need to tell me.”
You blinked at him. He was right, after all. You were keeping something from him, and of course, he’d recognize the signs of secrecy. But you wanted to hold on to the secret news of your pregnancy a little longer.
“Really? You know me better than I know myself.” You avoided looking at him as he gave you the churro. Your bite was nothing more than a hesitant nibble. “Do you honestly think I’d keep secrets from you?”
“Then why won’t you tell me you’re pregnant, baby?”
Your limbs froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and though he spoke sweetly, kindly, you were still as stiff as a statue.
“Look at me,” he softly demanded, hooking his fingers around his blindfold and pulling it down, letting it dangle around his neck.
You glanced up at him, almost feeling like a shy child getting scolded.
“I . . .” Whatever excuse you wanted to give died in your throat. “How’d you figure it out?”
“Really needa ask?”
“Your eyes.” You mumbled. Duh. Of course. Of course, you couldn’t keep something like this from the Satoru Gojo.
“I would’ve pieced it together either way, ‘cause you’re right, I do know you better than you know yourself.” Satoru smiled for a moment, but then it vanished quickly. It was his turn to take a sad bite of the churro. Those bright blue eyes glistened with a sliver of hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been waiting.”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know when or how. With everything going on, I feel like everyone will freak out at the idea of adding a baby to the mix. Especially considering our boys are ready to pack their bags and run away when they spill a cup of water. I didn’t want them to feel like us having another child would mean we no longer wanted them around. Hey, we’re having more biological children, so we don’t need the adopted ones, hit the road! ya know? I read somewhere that adopted kids and teens sometimes feel like that’s what’ll happen, or they feel like they’ll always come last to the biological children. And that’s only part of the reason why me being pregnant right now isn’t a good idea. I don’t know why we thought we would be able to handle another kid at a time like this.”
“Two kids.”
“Huh?”
“We’re having twins.” Satoru leaned forward, resting his elbows on the outdoor bench. “I can pick up on things earlier than an ultrasound can. And . . .” Satoru's eyes darted down to your stomach. “Yeah. I’m looking at two individual cursed energies.”
You couldn’t help but gasp. Twins? Was he being serious? Was this real?
“Oh my god. Satoru I . . . I mean, thank goodness we have a big ass house, right?” You gave a hollow laugh. One out of pure shock. “H-How do you feel about all this? I can’t tell.”
Satoru reached down into the pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out his phone, let the brightness on the screen illuminate his face, and opened the messaging app. Your husband then handed his phone to you. What stared back at you was a messaging thread with Kento.
Satoru spammed the poor man with multiple text messages, some short, incoherent, and incomplete, some using all caps, others long and decorated with emojis, but every message expressed his pure excitement. The last thing you saw before handing his phone back to him was a selfie he sent of himself crying tears of joy.
“Not only did I cry, but I went on a two-hour run to release some built-up excitement. I think it’s safe to say I’m beyond thrilled. I just wanted to wait for you to figure it out, because I thought you were gonna be excited to tell me, and I didn’t wanna ruin the surprise, but then I realized that you knew, and I could see how stressed out you were. You were going through tea like a teaholic, didn’t finish your crepes, and the last time I gave you a massage, you were so tense, it was like I was rubbing down a rock.” You took a bite of the churro. Satoru continued speaking. “You know I’m always gonna be here for you, right? There isn’t any part of this that you’ll have to go through alone. Even when I’m away, I will always be coming right back to you. We will figure it out, baby. Every bit of it. I wish I could be the pregnant one, not you, just so I can take some stress away from you.”
“And now you’ve made it weird,” you laughed — a genuine one this time — and watched as Satoru shrugged and took a bite of the churro you handed him.
“As weird as you are,” you paused, the churro now in your hands. “I’m glad you’re in my life. Who knows? Maybe preparing for two new members of the family could be the bonding time this family needs. Not sure.”
“Look at you being optimistic, I love it.”
You took the last bite, playfully rolling your eyes at him, but your fake attitude fooled no one. You were crazy in love with that handsome man across the table.
“Okay, c’mere, time for you to kiss me. The person who takes the last bite has to give the first kiss. Don’t tell me you forgot,” Satoru said. Though he told you to come to him, he was the one who rose from his seat and made his way over to your side of the bench. He straddled the bench seat, facing your side, and placed his hands on your hips as if to coax you into facing him.
“Pretty sure you just made that up. And aren’t we, like, both supposed to take the last bite together, causing our lips to meet, then we kiss?”
“I think the two of us should only try that with pasta, honey. We did it during that pasta making class we went to. I think one of us would choke to death if we tried to do it with a chocolate-filled churro,” Satoru tugged on you a little tighter, his lips falling into a small pout. “You’re taking too long. Just kiss me already. You’re ruining the mom-”
You cut off your talkative husband with what he so eagerly wanted — a sweet kiss. Not only could you feel his soft lips against yours, but you could feel him fighting off a smile as he kissed you back with passion.
That smile fully formed once you both parted, your face inches apart. His bright eyes stared into yours in a way that made it hard for you to breathe, and he gently stroked your cheek.
“Satoru?”
“Hm?”
“I think all of this chaos has taught me that, even though it’s hard, I can handle a lot of things. But promise me that you will never stop looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now. If for any reason you stop looking at me with all of that love in your eyes, I think that’s what will finally break me. Just promise me we will never become one of those couples who fall out of love with one another but are still together out of convenience.”
“I’ve stared at you like this since the first day we met, April 8th, 2005. I thought I was the coolest guy on the planet, but around you? I was a nervous wreck who wouldn’t stop blushing and stuttering. I still look at you now the same way I did then, and I know I still will when we’re old and wrinkly, and you know it too. But I promise, if that’ll put your worried little mind at ease.” Satoru caught you by surprise with one last little peck against your lips. Then, the tall man stood and held his large hand out for you to take. “C’mon, let’s burn our fingers tossing lanterns into the sky again while trying to look like a cute couple.”
You laughed, letting your hand fall into his. You didn’t know it, but several festival goers caught glimpses of you and your husband together. They prayed to someday find a cherishable love just as precious.
— NEXT PART.
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Well, well, well... espere Jaehyun ciumento e bicudinho, pois é meu Jaehyun favorito de escrever 🤭 e será narrado pelo ponto de vista dele na maior parte do tempo.
Deveria ser eu, e você sabe disso, meu bem
Não dava mais para disfarçar, mas só você parecia não perceber. O olhar de enfado, o bico nos lábios, os suspiros cansados que Jaehyun soltava enquanto você narrava suas aventuras com um certo sujeitinho.
Começou em uma sexta-feira, quando ele te convidou para conhecer um barzinho novo e intimista onde tocava vinil, lugar que atendia tanto os gostos dele quanto os seus. Você disse que não poderia ir porque ia sair com um carinha. Quando Jaehyun ouviu aquela palavra, saiu de cara fechada e amassando o panfleto que carregava em mãos. Dane-se, iria sozinho. Saiu, bebeu, flertou com umas garotas... Mas nenhuma delas era você. Nenhuma delas tinha o seu cheiro, sua risadinha provocante ou aquele tom de batom que mexia com ele. Você era a musa, não havia jeito. O estremecia dos pés à cabeça, deixava louco de fúria quando te via desejar outro. Naquela madrugada, voltou para casa meio zonzo e choramingando. Mandou várias mensagens e apagou-as todas, logo em seguida. Surtou ao imaginar que você nem as visualizou porque estava nos braços de outro.
Depois, ele foi obrigado a ouvir as muitas histórias que você tinha para contar, que figuravam o tal cara. Tremeu quando te ouviu dizer que estava apaixonada. Que diabos?! Você estava fora da casinha, só podia... Pelas fotos, que também teve de ver contra a vontade, o cara era bem medíocre. Engravatado e... Meio calvo. Não, ele não poderia perder para outro homem que tinha duas fucking entradas, do tamanho de uma pista de pouso, na cabeça. O mundo dele acabou quando você anunciou que eram ficantes fixos. Qual era o significado daquilo, exatamente, ele não saberia dizer. Mas sabia que deveria ser ele no lugar daquele cara. Somente ele, ao pegar da sua mão, na sua cintura, e te beijar.
Foi um mês produtivo no estúdio, graças à você. Jaehyun compôs muitos versos soltos sobre a situação em que você o colocou. Os demais produtores e compositores da empresa o zoaram bastante também, querendo saber quem era a tal que partiu seu duro coraçãozinho. Jaehyun engoliu em seco todas as provocações.
Porém, não conseguia evitar o sorriso bobo quando te via, mesmo que você estivesse empolgada por outro cara. Era por isso que se encontrava te ouvindo tagarelar, num dia comum, no seu apartamento.
— Bestie, preciso te dizer... Ele é incrível! Diferente de todos os caras que eu já saí! Me manda bom dia por mensagem todos os dias... — Você afirmou, para lá de embasbacada com o gesto simplório.
— Uau. As expectativas tavam baixas, né? Bestie. — Provocou ele. Jaehyun só faltava bocejar com o seu discurso. Além de te ouvir falar sobre o cara, ele detestava ver o quanto você se encantava pelo mínimo. Se fosse ele... Ah, você teria o tratamento de princesa e motivo para se gabar às suas outras amigas durante anos.
— Eu quero muito que vocês se conheçam! Tá livre esse fim de semana?
Jaehyun preferiria alimentar lesmas gigantes a ter que encarar o cara que estava te beijando. Mas como ele era um bom amigo - e não passava disso, um amigo - disse que sim.
— Podemos ir naquele barzinho que você queria!
Ele cerrou os dentes. Não! Não! Era para ele te levar lá, num encontro... Em que dançariam juntos, ele te puxaria pela cintura e se declararia, como num filme vintage e clássico.
— Pode ser. — Afirmou, meio emburrado. Um biquinho começou a se formar entre os lábios quando debruçou-se sobre o tampo da mesa.
Você confirmou com seu ficante por mensagem, toda empolgada. Finalmente o apresentaria para os seus melhores amigos! Estava tão, tão apaixonada, que parecia uma boba... Sem perceber o que estava a um palmo de distância. Jaehyun podia esperar pelo fim de semana - queria que o dia nunca chegasse. Mas para a infelicidade dele, nada te impediu de adiar ou desmarcar o compromisso.
Às oito horas da noite de um sábado, você surgiu pela porta envidraçada, de mãos dadas com seu ficante. Estava linda, linda, com seus cachos frisados, batom forte e vestido acinturado. Jaehyun quase perdeu a pose ali mesmo, e cogitou te roubar daquele palhaço, que nem se ofereceu para levar o seu casaco. O bar era de fato um charme, parecia cenário de um filme noir dos anos 20. Totalmente a cara de Jaehyun, e a sua também. Com pôsteres de filmes clássicos, como Casablanca e Moulin Rouge, artes de Lautrec e fotografias monocromáticas de outros bares da mesma época.
Jaehyun estava sentado próximo dos seus outros amigos, numa das poltronas de couro, bebendo uma dose de uísque. Você só tinha olhos - e mãos, argh! - para o cara. Não trocou nem meias palavras com Jaehyun e ele aguentou ali, firme, até jantarem. Depois que seus pratos vazios foram retirados da mesa, você e o seu amado levantaram-se para dançar. Jaehyun julgou. O cara nem fazia questão de sorrir para você. Se fosse ele, estaria sussurrando coisas tão doces ao pé do seu ouvido, te fazendo arrepiar inteira e prometendo coisas que seriam cumpridas mais tarde... Foi a gota d'água. Levantou-se num rompante, vestiu o casaco, e foi embora.
Quando você voltou da sua ceninha particular, percebeu a ausência do melhor amigo. Ao perguntar, os demais responderam que ele nem se deu ao trabalho de se despedir. Jaehyun simplesmente sumiu. Você, preocupada, tentou mandar mensagem dizendo que queria conversar. Minutos depois fez uma ligação, mas caiu em caixa postal. Onde diabos aquele maluco havia se enfiado? Agora estava irritada.
— Esse cara gosta de você.
— É o quê?! — Riu do absurdo saído da boca do seu ficante. — Que bobagem, Jaehyun é só um amigo, viu?
— Nenhum amigo reagiria desse jeito.
— Caramba, se você insistir nessa ideia, quem vai embora sou eu.
— É a verdade, querida. Eu vi o jeito que ele te olhou quando entrou aqui. Você devia deixar claro que não quer nada com ele. Há menos que queira...
— Não acredito nisso! Olha, eu vou pra casa. Deu por hoje. — Resgatou sua bolsa no assento e rumou de volta para sua casa, demasiadamente indignada.
Quando chegou, largou a bolsa no aparador da entrada. Nele, havia um quadro, uma colagem de fotos suas, da sua família e dos seus amigos. Em várias delas havia a presença de Jaehyun. Agora que analisava com cuidado, ele parecia te olhar de um jeito diferente, que nunca percebeu antes. Ou talvez fosse sua cabeça projetando, já que o seu ficante insistiu tanto na ideia. Tentou ligar para Jaehyun mais vezes. Na terceira, ele finalmente atendeu.
— Onde você tá, Jaehyun?! Porque saiu daquele jeito?
— Preciso mesmo dizer?
— Quero conversar.
— Então abre a porta, gata.
Ao abrir, deparou-se com um Jaehyun e uma cara de poucos amigos pintada sobre seu semblante.
— Posso entrar? Ou aquele panaca tá aí com você?
— Panaca?! O que é isso, Jaehyun? — Abriu espaço para que ele entrasse e fechou a porta.
Você nem havia ligado a luz principal do corredor. Iluminados apenas por uma luminária de mesa quente e o reflexo da noite, que entrava pela vidraça da varanda, examinou as expressões do seu amigo: as sobrancelhas grossas franzidas e um biquinho charmoso se formando nos lábios. Jaehyun era tão bonito. Tão bonito e romântico, que você jamais poderia se imaginar ao lado dele, ou chamando sua atenção.
Jaehyun pegou da sua mão e entrelaçou seus dedos:
— O que mais eu preciso dizer, bestie? Era pra ser eu do seu lado. E você sabe disso. Porque me maltrata desse jeito?
— Hyun... — Sua voz soou quebradiça e frágil, ilustrando o frio na barriga que aquela frase, dita tão baixa e rouca, causou em você.
— Não me chama assim, se não vai ser no meu ouvido. — Jaehyun puxou-te pela mesma mão que estava abrigada na dele e encostou a cabeça no seu ombro, num abraço transbordado de tensão.
Vacilou. O que era aquilo agora? Fazia tantos anos que vocês dois eram amigos.
— Pra mim, foi a gota d'água te ver com um calvo que sequer tava te abraçando desse jeito.
Um riso divertido surgiu dos cantos da sua boca. Jaehyun cheirava tão bem... Quase... Quase como seu lar.
— Seja minha, babe? Somente minha, e de mais ninguém...
haechan is always the one taking control, overstimulating you, pushing you until you break— this time it was your turn
his hands were tied to the headboard and you straddled his lap, making sure he couldn’t do anything to stop you from putting a vibrator against his tip and another in his ass, watching his cute cock twitch and leak with precum
as soon as he starts to arch his back to signal he’s getting close, you turn both vibrators off and wait for him to continue begging for release. you took turns edging him and riding him until he was a babbling, drooling mess. his whimpers and high pitched moans sounded so girly, it was cute seeing your boyfriend sound and look so pathetic~
this flooped so bad, god forbid a woman likes her man getting fucked in the ass </3
with your platform growing it's about time you get your own personal camera man! you probably should've put in the job description that the position involved working with a camgirl... maybe then sweet virgin nerd lee donghyuck wouldn't have applied for the job. now he's stuck with you, but he's determined to make it work.
alternatively, hyuck is a photography nerd who needs money for a new cameras and lenses, and you're a camgirl in desperate need of a cameraman.
virgin nerd!hyuck x camgirl!reader
genre : humor , coworkers? to lovers , college au , fluff , suggestive , haechan is an inexperienced LOSER we love to see it
warnings : sex jokes , death jokes, mean ass insults and comments , descriptions of sex and dirty acts , haechans first time seeing pussy irl , reader is open about sex and her body shes hot asf ofc
notes : two of my favorite things put together haechan and nerdy men (and he's a virgin hehe). i'm gonna enjoy this one and write as much flustered hyuck as i can. i'm gonna go with the flow with this one too which is why i'm not putting so much in the genre cause i wanna see how it goes and how i want to develop this plot.
playlist : positions , ariana grande | freak , doja cat | guess , charli xcx | kiss me more , doja cat | flamin' hot lemon , jaehyun | up to you , prettymuch | more than a woman , bee gees | telepatia , kali uchis | all mine , brent faiyaz
status : ongoing , updates x2 a week , tuesdays and thursdays
thinking about clingy!jeno and how he'd always wanna hold your hand.
you'd always tease him in public settings and hold your hand out, him thinking it's for him but then you'd point somewhere else. of course you'd always giggle then pull him closer to you, never letting go of his hand for the rest of that night.
standing next to each other with a group of people and his fingers grazing the back of your hand, just wanting you to hold his. you're always so clueless about it too, but he never brings it up
always playing w ur hand in his palm. when you are holding hands, he'll just keep yours there, admiring your fingers. you do the same with him, of course. and who is jeno to not comply? he loves when you have your hands on his.
his hands are probably so soft..loves being gifted hand lotion from you specifically, because you know what scents he likes. whenever you guys go to beauty stores, just know he's gonna spend at LEAST 30 minutes smelling different lotions.
and of course, he wants you to help him apply the lotion to his hands. even though it's really a one person job, he wants an excuse to hold your hands. "it's more sustainable if we share it" or something stupid like that..
honestly just likes the feeling of you in his hands. your hand, your arm, running his fingers through your hair, anything. he likes being close to you.
sooo sulky when u don't hold his hand, or just don't see it. you'd ask him whats wrong after he was in a bad mood the whole night, and he'd tell u why. you would just laugh at him. it's never a joke for him though. after that, he would tackle you with kisses and not let u let go of his hand the rest of the night.
could you maybe please write something about mark fingering shy virgin reader and she’s nervous and flustered but mark keeps complimenting and praising her the whole time :(((
Stress Relief (M)
Warnings: sexual content, fingering, shy/virgin reader, kinda proof read
Word count: 2,6k
A/N: jumped for joy when I got this req I need this man so bad
Mark tried, he really did. He tried to suppress those thoughts about you, wanting to touch you, feel you in ways you hadn’t before. He knows you’re inexperienced and currently uncomfortable with the idea of sex, but you’re so perfect to him.
Pretty lips, pretty eyes, perfect body, perfect voice. He’s obsessed with you, but even though you’re his girlfriend, you’re still oblivious to things you do to him. You don’t know that when you sit on his lap, it makes his mind stir, whining his name drives him insane, even playing with his fingers does it for him. It’s not like he’s never tried to slip sex into a conversation, you always shut it down.
But this time, he needs it. He can’t wait.
You run to your door, Mark’s signature knock making you shoot from your couch. Swinging the door open, you see him. Oversized T-shirt, basketball shorts, and his slides, your favorite outfit on him. His long hair was beginning to cover his eyes a bit, glasses almost completely covered.
“I missed you,” you said, shyly taking his hand pulling him inside.
Mark didn’t say anything, just giving you that smug smile he always does when he hears something he likes. “Kiss me.”
You smiled, his directness making your heart flutter. You pulled him closer to you, pressing a light kiss on his lips, your hand resting lightly on his forearm. Mark could practically feel the blood flowing to his dick, even your small touches making him delusional. “How are you babe?”
You shrugged, a small pout appearing on your lips. “between work and school, I’m so tired. I need to release some stress.”
Mark clenched his jaw, eyes scanning your body slowly.
“Release some stress.” You make it too hard to resist you. You’ve been pushing his buttons for so long he's going to burst at any second.
“That sucks. I wish I could help you.” His voice was low, softer than usual. Mark’s gaze made you feel like prey, like he wanted to eat you but you secretly loved it.
“That's why I told you to come over. I wanted you to help me.”
Mark licks his lips, pulling you into a deep kiss softly. You were taken back by his actions, so flustered you gripped his bicep tight while he pressed his body against yours. Your chest presses against his tight, a small whine leaving your lips. Mark places his hands on your waist, letting them trail down to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his hands.
“Mark that hurts,” you whine, slapping his arm softly.
“Let me release some stress,” he says, eyes flickering from your lips to your cleavage.
His predatory gaze doesn’t go unnoticed, the grip he has on your body making your heart race. Your body is hot, stomach beginning to tingle when he bites his lip.
“I wanna make you feel good,” he said almost in a whisper.
“how?”
“Want me to show you?”
Mark could cry when you nodded, your shy gaze averting to your feet after he spoke. He takes your hand, leading you to your bedroom. He can’t see you, but he knows you’re looking at him, eyes wide and brows scrunched in worry. Your hands are sweating, the thought of losing your virginity finally setting in as you take your first step into your room. Mark sits on your bed, a tiny smile on his lips as he watches you stand in front of him awkwardly.
“Why are you so far,” he laughs softly. You move up, standing between his spread legs. Mark looks up at you, his big brown eyes even bigger because of his frames. The man grabs the back of your thighs, rubbing and squeezing your legs. His fingers brushed dangerously close to your aching pussy making your breath hitch.
“how are you gonna help me,” you ask, hands resting on his shoulders. Mark loves speaking with actions more than with his words, so when he pulled your shirt up, kissing your stomach slowly. His lips were soft on your skin, his lip balm leaving residue but you didn’t mind. With every kiss, his tongue touched your stomach, the feeling of the hot muscle making you want him more and more.
“I know you’re nervous,” he says, planting more kisses. “We can take it slow okay?”
You nod, making him smile.
“sit next to me okay?” you sit, barely having a second to get comfortable when Mark grabs you by your waist kissing you roughly. His hands gripped the skin of your sides, unable to stop them from letting them fall further down your body between your legs.
Unconsciously, your legs part, wanting him to continue touching you. You feel his fingers ghost over your clit, the very soft, faint touch of his fingertips through the fabric making you jump, gasping softly.
Mark takes notice, continuing to run that spot slowly, your gasp tiring into shaky breathing. He parted from your lips resting his forehead on yours as he watched your brows furrow. You rested your body against his, allowing him to hold up.
“Does that feel good hm?” Mark kisses your jaw, his hand squeezing your waist softly while his other hand plays with the waistband of your pants. He smirked, biting his lip when you nodded. “Would you let me finger you?”
Your eyes shot open, he stopped rubbing you through the thin fabric staring at you for an answer. “I-I thought we were taking it slow.”
“That is a slow baby.”
You gulped, your nervous facial expression tugging at his heart. You were too cute, it made him want you even more. “O-okay. What do you need me to do?”
He chuckled, kissing you softly before answering. “Well first,” he says, pulling away from you, “these need to come off.”
You could feel his eyes burning into your body the moment you stood up. Your fingers lingered at your waist band, playing with it to try and subside how nervous you were but nothing was going to calm you down. “Before we do this can I just be honest,” you say, looking down at him.
“go ahead.”
“I'm sorry if I do something or say something wrong,” you start. “I’ve never done anything like this before so I’m trying to stay calm but you know how I get when I’m nervous. I can stop rambling and talking and-“
Mark chuckled, looking up at you with adoration. “It's okay baby. It’s just me.”
“I know it’s just you. You have all this experience and I have none.” You pout, expecting to be shown pity but he does nothing but smile. Mark doesn’t let you regain your sanity, dipping his fingers into your pants, pulling them down. Your eyes were so wide they almost popped out of your head. “Mark!”
“sit right here,” he said, patting between his legs. His entire energy shifted. He was sweet and understanding before, but now it’s like a whole new story. Slowly, you sit down, putting both your feet on the mattress. your legs are closed tight together, head down in complete embarrassment. Mark sat behind you, basketball short riding up his legs, his glasses now off and on your nightstand as he tries to focus on anything but your ass on his raging boner.
“Don’t be shy, open those pretty legs for me,” he cooed in your ear. He was almost at a loss for words seeing how wet you were. You’re soaking through your panties, the cold air hitting you making you shiver. You swallow, watching his fingers trace around the wet spot. You wanted it so badly, but your body felt like it would collapse if he touched you again.
“Mark,” you whined, covering your face as you turned away from his lewd sensual actions.
“You’re such a dream.” He was breathing in your ear, fingers lightly pressing on your hard clit. Your hips unconsciously pressed against his hand making him bite his lip softly. “Do you like that? When I touch you right there?”
He chuckled when you leaned into his body trying to close your legs once more.
“Tell me what you want. I need you to speak to me.” His voice was calm and soothing, evoking more emotions from you that felt a bit foreign.
“Mark..I can’t,” you say quietly. “Please just do whatever you want.”
“no no no, I need you to say it.” He watches you uncover your face to reveal an extremely flustered expression, brows furrowed with your lip between your teeth.
“I want your… fingers in me,” you say, cringing at the words coming out your mouth.
“Good girl,” he says. Mark slides your panties to the side, the amount of slick sticking to them making him almost moan out loud. Mark would never admit it, but when you told him you were a virgin, he was ecstatic. Mark loves virgins. So easy to turn on, so wet, and when they get comfortable, they get extremely confident. Mark knows how shy and self conscious you are, but it never bothered him one bit.
“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, taking his index finger scooping your juices from between you legs. “Do you get like this by yourself?”
You couldn’t say anything. Every cell in your body was telling you to get up and run away, but you needed him so badly it hurt. “don’t tease me,” you squeak out.
“Oh baby, I wasn’t teasing. I love that a pretty girl like you gets this wet when you think about me.” You could hear the grin as he continued to speak. “I bet you taste as good as you look, hm? You think so?”
You body freezes in shock watching him raise his fingers to his lips, maintaining his eye contact. Mark sucks his finger, a smirk on his mouth watching your legs shut. You seemed shocked on the outside, but your stomach did about 15 flips already. These were the things you read in books but you never imagined it could happen to you in real life.
“Baby don't look away from me,” he cooed, turning your head to face him. Mark kisses you deeply making you taste yourself on his tongue. He takes his other hand, prying your legs open. Mark rubs your inner thighs, the feeling of him so close to your core making you squirm. His fingers ghost over your swollen clit, the feeling of being touched there by him making you jump.
“Mark, please,” you whimper softly on his lips.
He keeps kissing you, passionate and deep as he rubs your clit slowly. Your brows furrow, gasp escaping your lungs when you feel the surge of pleasure run through your body. Mark pulls away smiling at the way you chased his lips as he parted from you.
“You like it don't you,” he whispered, watching your hips grind on his hand.
You nod, brows knit, feeling his kiss your cheek. Your body leans into his back flat against his chest. You can feel his rapid breathing, the sensation sending you into a deeper spiral. Mark stops rubbing, taking two fingers and slowly pushing them inside you.
“Fuck,” you moan softly, taking his other hand as he pulls his fingers pump in you slowly. “W-wait, can we just-”
“Shhh baby let me take care of you,” he said softly. He keeps pumping his fingers, hissing at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around him. The sound of you squelching making him harder and harder, the sheer wetness between your legs being everything he's ever wanted.
Hearing the sounds of your own whimpering and wetness combined made you cringe, starting to bother. You whine starting to shut your legs in embarrassment, but that didn't slow his movement.
“M-mark, please,” you whine, face hot from embarrassment.
“Are you embarrassed?” His soft chuckle made a fire light in your belly.
“I hate the sound.”
“Why?” Mark fingered you faster, lip between his teeth watching you fail to keep your knees together. “I love that sound. It's so fucking hot.”
Your whines and whimpers get louder and louder the faster he goes. Your grip on his other hand loosens while your head falls back on his shoulder. You've never felt your body get this weak, not even from touching yourself.
“Pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear. “My pretty girl.”
Your hips begin to move on their own, grinding with his hand. Goosebumps form on your skin with the way his rough palm keeps brushing against your clit.
“You like that? You like my fingers fucking you hm?” He could almost moan when you nod, pushing your hips in his hand even more. Mark moves his other hand away from yours, tugging up your shirt instead. His hand attached to your chest almost too naturally as if he's done this before.
“Prettiest tits, prettiest pussy,” he says low in your ear. “Fucking perfect.”
“Mark, I'm so close,” you whine, head turning to look at him. You had the most beautiful teary eyes look on your face, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming for you.
“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum.” He maintains eye contact. the way he looks at you makes you want to melt. Your hips moved fast “There you go baby. Good girl. Just keep grinding.”
“I love you so much,” you whine, taking his lips into a heated kiss. At this point Mark completely stilled his hand, letting you move on his fingers until you came, but you hadn't even noticed. You're so wrapped up in your own world that you can't tell that the extra friction has worn off. “I-Im cumming”
Mark feels your squeeze tight around his fingers, your juices soaking his digits. The look of complete bliss on your face would be enough to make him cum if it wasn't for the blue balls he was experiencing at the moment. “That's it, there you go. I love those pretty sounds.”
“Shit…oh my god.”
Mark watched you regain consciousness, your face going from complete relaxation to shy in a couple of seconds. “Hey, you okay,” he asks softly, a smile on his face as he watches you still trying to regain some sense of reality.
You close your legs, the air hitting your skin making you shiver. “I'm fine,” you mumble, “I've never done anything like that.”
He chuckles, soothing your sides with his thumbs. “I know.” He wants to be a good boyfriend, he really does, but the way you look at him through your lashes, your pretty doe eyes looking back at him like you're begging for his cock. He needs you to, he needs you to say you want even more. Mark knows that he won't be able to hold himself back anymore, especially after this. He just wants to reward you for being the best girl he could possibly imagine. Mark wants to make you cum over and over again, show you what it feels like to be stretched out for the first time.
“Mark, stop looking at me like that,”you whine, covering your face in embarrassment.
“Looking at you like what?” he continues to gaze at you like he was to devour you whole, the tension making you sweat.
“Like you wanna eat me.”
“But I do.” Mark loved the shocked look on your face coupled with your legs squeezing together. “You like the sound of that dont you?”
“Maybe.”
“Would you let me?”
But Mark knew he didn't need the answer to his question, not when you smile, kissing him softly. Little didnt you know you were about to get yourself into the longest night of your life.
warnings- make out, groping, choking, dry humping, panties, jerking off, explicit depictions of oral sex.
W/c- 1.7k
a/n- hope you guys enjoy, I surely enjoyed writing lol.
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Perv!bestfriend!jisung who acts completely normal when you're out with friends, but behind closed doors, he becomes a bit more touchy. Whether it's accidentally brushing his hand against your chest, groping your waist during your "play fights", or placing his hand uncomfortably close to your inner thigh, you notice the shift.
"Ji, what are you doing?" you ask, glancing at him as you both sit on the couch.
"Hmm?" he replies, pouting his lips innocently as if he has no idea what you're talking about.
You simply shake your head, turning your attention away from him.
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Perv!bestfriend!jisung who had to excuse himself to the restroom after you compared your hand size to his, calling his hands big and manly.
It turned him on so much, he couldn't help it. He could make you feel so good with them if you let him.
He couldn't help but to imagine how his hands could explore every inch of your body— how they could make you tremble under his touch. Feeling up your body, touching you in the most sensual way. He pictured the way you'd gasp as his fingers teased and toyed with you, hitting all the right spots, you clenching around his fingers as you begged for more. The thought of it drove him wild, he needed it so bad.
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Perv!best friend!jisung who invites you to sleep in his bed because 'he doesn't want you to sleep on the couch when his roommate is home.'
"Oh... you're sleeping in here with me?" You say, looking at him with curious eyes.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He asked, giving you that innocent look that always drove you a little crazy. You nodded in agreement. He's right... why wouldn't he? That's your best friend after all. In his mind, he was excited that you agreed. Why would he pass the chance to lay next to your beautiful body, especially in those skimpy clothes you always wore to sleep. He patiently waited for your breathing to slow, biting his lip nervously as he carefully pulled down his pants.
You were so beautiful, he couldn't help himself, he was so hard it hurt. He threw his head back, trying to hold in his moans. He wanted it to be you so bad, wanted you to be the one to make him feel good. Fuck, you turned him on so much.
His long fingers grazed the side of your body, his cock twitching at the feeling of your soft skin. "Fuck" he sighed out, careful not to wake you up. His stomach tightened, his hand moving to his mouth, biting down, trying to hold in the sounds that desperately wanted to be let out. His eyes rolled back as ropes of his cum spread on his t-shirt. Look at what you do to him, he was a wreck.
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Perv!bestfriend!jisung who brought up that he had a date that night when you both were sitting on his couch. Your face lit up as you giggled."I'm so excited for you Ji! I hope it goes well." Instead of the grin you expected, he frowned, sucking in his teeth. "Yeah... I don't think it will"
You tilted your head. "Why not?"
He hesitated before answering, his voice softer. "I don't think I'm... good at kissing."
"Well, that's something she could help you with."
"Or, you could?" He said, turning his head to look at you.
"Jisung...don't you think that's a little much?" He leaned closer. "No, come on. We're best friends, right? We're supposed to help each other out with stuff like this." He replied. You paused, searching his face for a sign that this was some sort of joke, but he looked like he genuinely believed what he was saying. "Please?" he added softly.
How could you say no to that, best friends are supposed to be there for each other.
"Ok, fine." You sighed, trying to convince yourself this was just one of those weird best friend moments that you could laugh at in the future.
He smiled in return, leaning in slowly. You closed your eyes, and your lips finally met—soft at first, then growing hungrier as his hands cupped your face. His tongue brushed against yours, sending a shiver through you as he deepened the kiss. Before you knew it, he was shifting, leaning over you, his kisses growing needy.
His lips traveled down your jawline, before moving to your neck. Your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging lightly as warmth spread through you. His hands slid down your sides, exploring every inch, until his fingers skimmed the waistband of your pants.
Your eyes flew open as realization hit you. "Ok! I think you'll be fine." You blurted out, quickly sitting up and breaking the moment.
Jisung leaned back, his breathing unsteady, but a smirk on his lips as he met your wide eyes. His voice was low, teasing. "So, did I pass? Was it nice?"
You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. "Yeah, no, that was... great. She'll love it."
His smirk grew, his hooded eyes still locked on you. "Good to know." He murmured.
The next day you decided to call Jisung to see how the date went.
"What date?" he asked, his tone genuinely confused.
You blinked. "Are you joking? The date you had last night? The one you needed 'practice' for?"
"Oh..." There was a pause, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. "That date. Yeah, I remember now. She canceled, so I just... uh, chilled in bed." He said, suspiciously.
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Perv!bestfriend!jisung who suggested you move in with him after his old roommate moved out. The idea of living with your best friend sounded perfect, so you agreed without hesitation. At first everything was great—easy, comfortable, like hanging out 24/7.
But then, you started noticing something strange. Your dirty underwear would go missing anytime before you did laundry.
"Hey Ji," you asked one evening, "not to sound weird or anything, but have you seen any of my underwear? A few pairs seem to disappear."
Jisung glanced up from his phone, his expression nonchalant. "Nope, haven't seen them." He said with a shrug, his face giving nothing away, but every time you brought it up, the missing pieces would mysteriously reappear in your laundry basket, as if they'd never been gone. It was strange—so strange—but you didn't think on it for too long. Maybe it was just one of those weird coincidences... that's what you wanted to believe.
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Perv!bestfriend!jisung who lingers in the hallway with just a towel draped around his waist, waiting for you to notice.
"Oh, oh my gosh!" You gasped, nearly choking on your water when you saw him on the way back to his room. "What?" He replied while glancing at you, shaking his damp hair, inching closer to you. "Nothing..." you mumbled, still processing the sight in front of you. You slowly walked closer, your eyes scanning him from head to toe. "I've just never seen you like this before."
"Do you like it?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stepped closer to you, his towel hanging low on his v-line.
"Do I like it?" You blinked, your gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Jisung's grin widened as you took in the view. Instead of responding you just giggled, shaking your head as you walked past him, brushing your shoulder lightly against his, leaving him standing there in the hallway alone, and now with a boner.
He wanted you on your knees in front of him so bad, making him feel good. Want those delicate lips wrapped around his tip. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you took him deeply in your mouth, his large hands tangled in your hair.
He wants to fuck that pretty face so bad, wants to paint it with his cum. It was a sight he had to see.
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Perv!bestfriend!jisung who invited you to play a game in his room, insisting you'd have more fun sitting on his lap.
He played the first round before passing you the controller, his hand slickly resting on your thigh. As you adjusted yourself, you would find yourself accidentally grinding against him. He didn’t say anything, but you felt something pressed against your ass. It was a normal reaction, you thought.
"Y/n." He groaned softly, his voice low and strained.
"Hm?" You hummed out, focused on the game.
"You still owe me, right?" He asked, his fingers inching higher up your thigh. "Can you do something for me now?"
"What do you want me to do?" You asked hesitantly, gasping when one of his hands gripped your thigh, the other wrapping lightly around your throat.
"You make me feel so good." He murmured against your neck, his voice sending shivers down your spine. His hands guided you, moving you slowly back and forth on his lap. You set the controller down on the desk, gripping his knees for balance. "Ji..." you moaned softly, your voice barely audible.
"You sound so pretty." He gasped, his pace quickening as he moved against you. "Oh my god... I'm not gonna last." His hand slid between your thighs, his fingers teasing you desperately as his grip tightened around your waist. "Fuck, gonna cum." he whimpered, his movements growing frantic before he released, holding you tightly.
He let go of your throat, his hand falling limp against your thigh as he leaned back to catch his breath. He grabbed the controller from the desk and resumed the game like nothing had happened.
"Um Ji... I'm gonna go shower." You stuttered, standing up on shaky legs. As you turned to look at him, your eyes caught the cum stain on his gray sweatpants.
"Ok, have a good night.” He said with a smile, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"You too..." you mumbled, closing the door behind you, still a tad bit shaken up.
Later that night, as you passed by his room, you froze at the sound of him moaning your name, his voice filled of desperation.
Warnings: mostly fluff, but ends in a tiny bit of smut (body worship and pussy eating)
Word Count: 639 Words
A/N: I'm so so so sorry for how long I've been gone, but school has been absolutely killing my time lately. but I've written all day today and am hoping to write some more in the next couple days!! Please please please request, they are open, and I would love some inspiration to write more of what you all want to see!
But, without further ado, please take some Jeno fluffy smut(ish) as my apology
Warmth surrounded you, allowing a comforting haze to wrap around you. The bed feels so warm with his arms wrapped around my waist. Jeno, he's home, he’s actually home. He finally has a couple days off before promotions for the new album go into full swing. He wanted to take you somewhere today, but with how little time the two of you have had, there was nothing that could have pulled you out of his warm embrace. The only thing on your mind was staying as close to Jeno as you could remain. I hope he isn't going to get upset about not going out, you thought, but before you got the chance to think too hard about it two arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to his broad, bare chest. Next you felt his soft lips leaving butterfly kisses up and down your neck "good morning beautiful" he whispered as he kissed that spot right below your earlobe "are you ready for today?" "Baby can we stay here, stay close to each other? I just wanna lay here with you, I’ve missed you so much." That was half true, you did want to soak in all the time you should being close to Jeno today, but you also had been working a lot more often lately, 10 hour days had become your new normal without anyone to remind you to take care of yourself. The kisses halted as his hands slid up to your sides, his hands holding your waist, which was much smaller than the last time he had held you like this. "Beautiful have you been eating enough lately?" Damn, the last thing you wanted was to talk about yourself today, especially because of how upset it makes Jeno when he thinks your not taking good care of yourself. "I'm fine Jen, just been working a lot" you feel him sigh against your neck, "Baby I wish you would take better care of yourself.” He whispers softly against your shoulder, as he shifts you to lay on your back beneath him. “I wish you would realize that you're my everything, that you’re the most important think in the world to me." "Baby it's fine, I just had a really big project, and I was able to lose some weight while working hard on the choreography I was making" you tried to explain, trying to push the attention onto your work and not how poorly you’d been taking care of yourself. "Lose some weight?” he scoffed, looking lovingly into your eyes “baby you're beautiful, and you're perfect how you are." There was silence as he slowly moved to capture your lips in his. "Look in my eyes beautiful," he said softly, placing one of his hands on your cheek, as the other rubbed soothing circles into your bare hipbone. "I'm going to remind you just how perfect you are" he whispered kissing your lips softly before moving to trail more kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. He kept his eyes full of love locked with yours as he moved down your body leaving marks occasionally. Nipping at the skin of your thighs before pressing them open. “I love you” he whispered before kissing your inner thigh, working closer and closer to the place you needed him most. “You’re so perfect, so so good to me” he continues as he finally locks eyes with you once again as he finally kisses your clit, and begins to eat you out like a starved man. Determined to make you feel as good as you make him feel. Determined to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you could do nothing but whine out his name. Determined to take care of you, and he did, leaving butterfly kisses all over your thighs until you were in ecstasy.
how much i stand for doyoung being a soft-hard dom, playing nasty nice. ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ he’d speak so softly to you, kissing you so softly, fucking you so gently. before he does a complete 180 degree switch. his actions blinded by the soft and gentle words he gives you. he’d literally beat your pussy up, making you cry and try to close your legs mid pull out into a thrust. into which grabbing your legs forcing them open, forcing your pussy open to take him . . .
calling you his sweet girl, his lil bunny as if he isn’t rearranging your guts. sprinkling pecks and occasional love bites that’d turn purple on your soft brown skin. pressing his hand down on your lower belly, grinding his hips into yours so fluidly. watching as your soft white cream dripped down his heavy balls. emptying every thought in that little head of yours.
your plush, glossy lips all swollen— your fucked up wet lashes and drool on the corner of your mouth making you feel so pathetic. the wet squelches as his cock pumps into you. completely dumbifying you into brainless submission.
he wouldn’t out right degrade you, but he got off to how you’d slowly lose your mind, too dumb to even speak properly.
“fuckkk—” he groaned. forcing you into mating press, practically folding you in half. moving his hand to massage his thumb on your little nub. “shit, open up this pussy for me… yeah… just like that, my pretty little bunny.” pushing that last inch of his dick in . . .
forcing you to look him in his eyes, as he knew you often shy’d away to hide from him and covered up your pretty lil moans. he never understood why, you were so pretty to look at, adorable girly moans, the way you teared up when he reached depths inside of you. maybe if you beg he’ll eat your creamy little pussy afterwards too!
Você reagindo aos dreamies (Triple Lee) fantasiados de super-heróis
Sinopse: Você está no período das provas finais, e seu namorado decide te distrair de uma forma toda especial.
w.c: 0.5k
Notinha da Sun: Eu tava estudando e de repente eu pensei nisso, aí eu escrevi KKKKKK Não é nada elaborado, é só pra alimentar meu espírito de fangirl KKKKKK Espero que vocês gostem!!
Boa leitura, docinhos!! 🍪
Haechan as Deadpool
— Cê quer me matar de susto, Hyuck! — Você disse, virando-se na cadeira giratória para contemplá-lo no batente da porta. A postura sedutora dele quase te fez rir, mas ele estava lindo vestido de Deadpool. — Eu não vou de Wolverine, amor.
— Vai sim! A gente tem que ir de casal! — Ele se aproximou, ajoelhando-se diante de você e segurando suas coxas com as luvas de couro falso. — E se eu te implorar?
— De que jeito? — você perguntou, desviando o olhar por um momento para pausar o vídeo do YouTube sobre tecido conjuntivo. A prova era no dia seguinte, mas ele estava ali para te distrair.
— Daquele jeito em que eu preciso tirar esse seu moletonzinho — ele murmurou, aproximando-se para te beijar, e você sorriu, fascinada por ele. — Viu? A fantasia ficou perfeita em mim. Sou safado que nem o Deadpool.
Mark as Spiderman
— Prefere Gwen ou MJ? — Você irrompeu em uma gargalhada sincera quando Mark apareceu de repente no seu quarto vestido de Homem-Aranha. Você estava em pé, em frente ao guarda-roupa, explicando para si mesma um assunto da prova daquela semana. — Que “criminalidade acadêmica” você tá cometendo hoje pra eu poder te impedir?
— Seria legal poder te explicar, amigão da vizinhança — Mark se sentou na sua cama e te puxou, um pouco afobado demais, para o colo dele. Você sorriu, colocando um braço ao redor do pescoço dele, fechando os olhos. A situação te deixou um pouco corada.
— Que foi? Tá com dúvida no quê, amor? Cê sabe que tive essa matéria semestre passado...
— Consigo te sentir... — Mark inclinou a cabeça para o lado, igual a um cachorrinho confuso, e logo percebeu do que se tratava. — Não consigo pensar em estudar agora.
— Tá estudando o quê?
— Tecido muscular.
Mark te deitou aos poucos na cama, e você sorriu, escondendo parte do rosto com a mão de vergonha.
— Contração. Vou te explicar na prática.
Jeno as Nightwing
— Entra. — Você pediu, imaginando que fosse alguém da casa, mas, ao abrir a porta, tomou um susto ao ver Jeno fantasiado como o vigilante mais charmoso da história dos quadrinhos. E não, não era o Batman, era o Asa Noturna. Você fingiu um desmaio, mas abriu um olho para vê-lo engatinhando até você na cama, cobrindo seu corpo, pequeno em comparação ao dele.
— Eu ia entrar pela sua janela, mas fiquei com medo de você usar aquele spray de pimenta que te dei — ele disse, e você segurou o rosto dele gentilmente. A máscara preta que cobria os olhos dele era pura tentação, e o cabelo ligeiramente bagunçado fez seu coração acelerar.
— Do jeito que eu sou desastrada, você sabe que eu faria exatamente isso — você respondeu, e ele assentiu, beijando seu pescoço. Ele se acomodou ainda em cima de você, imobilizando seu corpo com as pernas, e pegou o livro de anatomia que você estava lendo. — A gente tem prova essa semana? Tá brincando?
— Eu te avisei, Neno. Te avisei semana passada. — Ele suspirou, fingindo choramingar e escondendo o rosto na curvatura do seu pescoço. As próximas palavras vieram abafadas contra sua pele.
— Será que ainda dá tempo de estudar? Posso virar a noite aqui com você pra gente fazer isso.
Você reagindo aos dreamies (Triple Lee) fantasiados de super-heróis
Sinopse: Você está no período das provas finais, e seu namorado decide te distrair de uma forma toda especial.
w.c: 0.5k
Notinha da Sun: Eu tava estudando e de repente eu pensei nisso, aí eu escrevi KKKKKK Não é nada elaborado, é só pra alimentar meu espírito de fangirl KKKKKK Espero que vocês gostem!!
Boa leitura, docinhos!! 🍪
Haechan as Deadpool
— Cê quer me matar de susto, Hyuck! — Você disse, virando-se na cadeira giratória para contemplá-lo no batente da porta. A postura sedutora dele quase te fez rir, mas ele estava lindo vestido de Deadpool. — Eu não vou de Wolverine, amor.
— Vai sim! A gente tem que ir de casal! — Ele se aproximou, ajoelhando-se diante de você e segurando suas coxas com as luvas de couro falso. — E se eu te implorar?
— De que jeito? — você perguntou, desviando o olhar por um momento para pausar o vídeo do YouTube sobre tecido conjuntivo. A prova era no dia seguinte, mas ele estava ali para te distrair.
— Daquele jeito em que eu preciso tirar esse seu moletonzinho — ele murmurou, aproximando-se para te beijar, e você sorriu, fascinada por ele. — Viu? A fantasia ficou perfeita em mim. Sou safado que nem o Deadpool.
Mark as Spiderman
— Prefere Gwen ou MJ? — Você irrompeu em uma gargalhada sincera quando Mark apareceu de repente no seu quarto vestido de Homem-Aranha. Você estava em pé, em frente ao guarda-roupa, explicando para si mesma um assunto da prova daquela semana. — Que “criminalidade acadêmica” você tá cometendo hoje pra eu poder te impedir?
— Seria legal poder te explicar, amigão da vizinhança — Mark se sentou na sua cama e te puxou, um pouco afobado demais, para o colo dele. Você sorriu, colocando um braço ao redor do pescoço dele, fechando os olhos. A situação te deixou um pouco corada.
— Que foi? Tá com dúvida no quê, amor? Cê sabe que tive essa matéria semestre passado...
— Consigo te sentir... — Mark inclinou a cabeça para o lado, igual a um cachorrinho confuso, e logo percebeu do que se tratava. — Não consigo pensar em estudar agora.
— Tá estudando o quê?
— Tecido muscular.
Mark te deitou aos poucos na cama, e você sorriu, escondendo parte do rosto com a mão de vergonha.
— Contração. Vou te explicar na prática.
Jeno as Nightwing
— Entra. — Você pediu, imaginando que fosse alguém da casa, mas, ao abrir a porta, tomou um susto ao ver Jeno fantasiado como o vigilante mais charmoso da história dos quadrinhos. E não, não era o Batman, era o Asa Noturna. Você fingiu um desmaio, mas abriu um olho para vê-lo engatinhando até você na cama, cobrindo seu corpo, pequeno em comparação ao dele.
— Eu ia entrar pela sua janela, mas fiquei com medo de você usar aquele spray de pimenta que te dei — ele disse, e você segurou o rosto dele gentilmente. A máscara preta que cobria os olhos dele era pura tentação, e o cabelo ligeiramente bagunçado fez seu coração acelerar.
— Do jeito que eu sou desastrada, você sabe que eu faria exatamente isso — você respondeu, e ele assentiu, beijando seu pescoço. Ele se acomodou ainda em cima de você, imobilizando seu corpo com as pernas, e pegou o livro de anatomia que você estava lendo. — A gente tem prova essa semana? Tá brincando?
— Eu te avisei, Neno. Te avisei semana passada. — Ele suspirou, fingindo choramingar e escondendo o rosto na curvatura do seu pescoço. As próximas palavras vieram abafadas contra sua pele.
— Será que ainda dá tempo de estudar? Posso virar a noite aqui com você pra gente fazer isso.
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