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based on THIS prompt by Daily GojoHime Prompts on twitter
NSFW // minors dni
“Is that my shirt?”
Satoru asks even though the collar draping down her dainty shoulder and the overall length covering her ass make it obvious.
She's lying in bed looking at her phone as she replies. “Yeah”
Fuck.
She's aware of the effect she has on him and yet she tests him.
He shuts the door and approaches the bed, post-mission weariness completely forgotten at the alluring sight in his bed.
He hugs Utahime from behind and kisses her neck, lips lingering there as a hand snatches her phone away whilst the other slowly slips under the shirt. His shirt.
She moans, her hips instinctively pushing into the rapidly tightening crotch of his pants.
He drags the collar all the way down her shoulder and places a kiss there, hand stopping upon the hem of her silk panties. His fingers rub over the fabric then slowly slip beneath.
Utahime breathes deeply, the sudden direct contact with his cold fingers overwhelming her senses.
He loves this side of her so much. Always coming undone by his ministrations.
Well, it's her fault. She should've known what seeing her in his shirt does to his heart and his dick.
He rubs her clit slowly but as she starts getting accustomed to the feeling, his fingers increase their pace. Punish her for tempting him when he had been looking forward to rest and relax.
“Sa..Satoru! Stop!” She pleads yet her hips continue to move in tandem with his fingers.
“Sorry Hime,” He nips at her ear, his other hand coming up to squeeze her breast as he murmurs. “Request denied.”
She's getting slicker with every stroke of his long fingers, breathing shallower when suddenly she uses all her meagre strength to escape his hold and yells. “STOP!!!”
He pouts immediately, arms reaching out for her.
She steps further away on shaky legs and licks her lips, tries collecting her thoughts.
“Why?” He whines, uncaring if he sounds like a starving, needy child.
She shakes her head in absolute negation. “Cause Satoru, you reek.”
Satoru looks at her, hoping his adorable, shiny puppy-dog eyes can convince her into a quickie but unfortunately the woman he's fallen for is not one who bends easily to his whims like the rest. And he's left with no choice but to comply like a good kid and head towards the shower.
Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Akutami Gege’s manga, Jujutsu Kaisen. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Akutami Gege.
If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.
Word Count: 2.5K
created by @maysdigitalarts
"Satoru," she called me calmly, but there was a hint of annoyance in her voice. "We still have to attend our friend's wedding."
I gave her a back hug with my chin tucked into the crook of her neck. I gave her a kiss while inhaling her scent. "I know you still wanted to do another round," I said, continuing to run my tongue along her neck as she gasped because of it.
"Satoru, you already know we can't do it," she moaned. "We have to go to the wedding. It's important for Shoko as well as Suguru, right?" I released her from my embrace and stepped back, reluctantly accepting that we had to leave. I couldn't help but feel a little letdown as we prepared. It was enticing to consider spending the day with her by ourselves. But I was aware that going to the wedding was the right decision.
I walked slowly while fixing myself. I sighed and gathered all of my emotions and thoughts. I know what we did earlier would jeopardize both of us. We did semi-public sex in front of the altar. Shame filled my mind, but I didn't regret doing it with her. I would love to do it again with her.
As I ran my fingers through my hair, I sighed. When I saw Utahime slowly walk out of the chapel, I felt a pang of disappointment in my chest. I knew what we did was wrong, but the attraction between us was too strong to resist. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same way I did. I asked her if she regretted it, but I didn't let her answer because I was afraid her response would hurt me.
I thought fresh air would help me clear my mind and calm me, but it didn't. I didn't notice my surroundings as I continued to walk because my mind was preoccupied with her. All I could think about was her and what our future would hold. Would we be able to continue this secret relationship, or would we have to end it before it caused any more damage?
"Hey, man!" Suguru called me, snapping me out of my trance. "Where have you been?" I forced a smile and answered him, "I almost got lost on my way here."
"Oh? Is that so? It's good that you got here." He tapped my shoulder.
"Utahime helped me." I gave him a sly smile, and he gasped because of what I said. Maybe Suguru guessed there was something between Utahime and me, but he just didn't bother to ask me questions.
"Anyway, I'm glad you came here. I really thought you wouldn't come to my wedding," he said, putting one of his arms on my shoulder.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, grateful for the change of topic, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. The truth is, I almost didn't want to come, but this is his wedding day. I don't want to miss it. I reminded myself that it's important to put aside personal feelings and be there for him during important moments in his life. After all, weddings are a celebration of love and unity, and I want to be a part of that joyous occasion.
As the ceremony began, I couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about me too. Would we ever be able to openly share our love, or would it always be a secret? The weight of the uncertainty was almost too much to bear. I am aware of the terms of our agreement, which was that we would simply be each other's fuck buddies.
But as I watched my friend exchange vows with his bride, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. They were able to openly declare their love for each other, while I was forced to keep mine hidden. It was a painful reminder of the sacrifices we had to make in order to be together. But despite the challenges, I knew that I couldn't imagine my life without her. So I would continue to hold onto our secret love, even if it meant living in the shadows.
The newlyweds kissed in front of us, and everyone happily cheered—including me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and hope for their future together. And maybe, just maybe, one day I will find my own happily ever after with the woman I love—with her. I hope so because I was so desperate to have her—that she would be mine officially. But I also knew that it was important to respect her choices and decisions. If she wanted to keep this kind of arrangement, then I would have to accept that and continue to cherish the moments we shared. Maybe one day she would see how much I truly cared for her and want something more.
For the time being, I'm content as her fuck buddy, boy toy, or favor of the month; I don't really care about it as long as I'm always with her whenever she needs me. My feelings for her were too strong to let go of completely, even if it wasn't the romantic relationship I had always dreamed of.
The emcee was announcing the throwing of the bride's bouquet. I laughed at that ridiculous belief. A lot of people think that superstition works, but it doesn't. But my gaze was focused on her. My lips parted as she caught the bouquet, and our eyes met. My heart pounded as I returned her gaze, but she abruptly averted it.
I gritted my teeth when I saw a group of men eyeing her. I took a step forward to stand protectively by her side, feeling a sudden surge of possessiveness. Maybe it wasn't fate that brought us together, but I was determined to make sure she was mine. Superstition or not, I was willing to take the risk and see where this could lead us.
But before I could stand beside her, the emcee announced the throwing of the garter. I paused for a beat, torn between wanting to be with her and wanting to play the game. But when I stared back at her again, her lips parted. Ah, those lips. I wanted to kiss them every time I saw her.
With a determined look on my face, I made my way to the group of single men vying for the garter. I was going to win it, and then I was going to claim my prize. The thought of being with her filled me with excitement and anticipation. I went to the center and joined other bachelor men who attended the wedding. The music started, and we all jumped into action, trying to catch the garter as it flew through the air. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I reached out, fingers grasping for the ribbon. And then, suddenly, it was in my hand. I held it up triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear.
As I approached her, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I walked slowly as I made my way towards her, the garter dangling from my fingers. The crowd cheered as I knelt on one knee in front of her, my eyes locked on hers. Her lips parted as I slid the garter up her leg, my fingers brushing against her skin. I smirked when I saw how hard she tried to maintain her composure, but deep down inside, she was already aroused.
I stood up and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. We moved in perfect sync to the rhythm of the music, our bodies pressed tightly together. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I held her close, knowing that I had won the prize and the attention of everyone in the room. As the song came to an end, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I'm lucky to catch the garter, but you are my real prize." She suddenly raised her head and parted her lips gradually.
She suddenly released herself from my hold just as I was about to lean in and kiss her. She ran away from me. I was stunned, and my hands hung in the air. I stood there, feeling confused and hurt. I couldn't understand why she had reacted that way. Was it something I said? Did I do something wrong? I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment as I watched her disappear into the crowd. I knew I had to find her and talk to her, but for now, I was left standing alone on the dance floor, wondering what had just happened.
I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as I made my way through the crowd. People were staring at me and whispering to each other. I knew I had to keep my head held high and not let their opinions affect me. After what seemed like an eternity, I noticed her sitting alone in the far corner of the garden. I approached her with caution, not wanting to startle her any further. When she noticed me, she averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact.
"Hey," I softly said. There were beads of sweat that formed on my forehead while I was waiting for her to answer. I sighed as I licked my lips before I opened my mouth.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
"Why are you here, Gojo?" She angrily asked me. "You shouldn't be here! Go back inside; you're just complicating things!" She nearly pulled me away due to her frustration.
I took a step back, giving her space to breathe. "What do you mean?" I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "Did I do something wrong? Tell me." I stepped forward to keep our distance, but she did the opposite. I reached out for her, but she kept her hand away from me, so I couldn't get to her. "Are you asking me what you have done wrong?" She scoffed. "Are you dumb? Or are you playing victim?" she yelled angrily, her chest heaving from her heavy breathing.
"Didn't I tell you we shouldn't be seen touching each other? Don't you understand our agreement—we're not allowed to be flirty with each other whenever we're in public?"
I'm sorry, but I can't hide my feelings anymore."
"Sorry doesn't fix anything," she retorted bitterly.
I had to let her know how I felt, even if it meant breaking our agreement. But her reaction was not what I expected. She was furious, and her words cut deep. It was clear that she didn't feel the same way about me, and I couldn't help but feel foolish for thinking otherwise. "I know," I said softly, feeling the weight of my mistakes on my shoulders. "But why don't you want everyone to know that there is something between us?"
"There's nothing between us! We're just fuck buddies. Do you think I would be proud to tell everyone that I'm having a sexual relationship with you?" she bursted. I felt my heart sink as her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been so caught up in my own feelings that I hadn't considered hers. It was clear that I had misunderstood the nature of our relationship, and now I was paying the price for it. As much as it hurt to hear her say those words, I knew that she was right. We were just two people who enjoyed each other's company in a physical sense. There was no emotional connection between us, and I had been foolish to think otherwise. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself before speaking again. "I understand," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. "But, Hime, I'm already in love with you." She looked at me with a mixture of anger and shock in her eyes. Her lips parted. She wanted to say something but couldn't seem to find the words.
"Do you think I accepted your offer just to have sex with you?" I almost whispered, apparently afraid that people would hear us. "I've been in love with you since I saw you."
Her lips parted. She seemed to be struggling with her emotions. I could see confusion in her eyes. "We can't," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't love me; this is a phase, and your feelings for me will fade."
"Why do you seem to know better than I should feel? If you think that my feelings for you are just a phase, then you're wrong. I've been carrying this love for you for a long time, and it's not something that will just disappear. I understand if you're hesitant, but I want to be with you in every way possible. I want to explore the depths of your mind and body and show you how much I truly care for you. Let's not worry about what others might think or say; let's just focus on our own desires and passions. We can take things slow if that's what you need, but I promise to be patient and understanding. All I ask is for a chance to prove my love for you." She looked at me with a mix of surprise and admiration in her eyes.
"But Gojo—" I cut her off by placing my finger on her lips, stopping what she was saying.
I could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. We locked eyes, and without a word, I took her hand and led her to my car. I hurried to find my car key. I almost dropped the key, which made her laugh. I was in a hurry as I drove. I asked her if we should go to my condo or hers, but she said just hers because it's closer. As my response, I simply smiled at her.
I couldn't wait to get to her condo. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that once we were alone, things would heat up quickly. I stole glances at her as I drove, admiring the way her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders and the curve of her lips as she bit down on them nervously. I reached over to take her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She turned to me, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and I knew that we were both thinking the same thing—tonight was going to be a night to remember.
As we arrived at her condo, I pushed her up against a wall. Her lips were on mine in an instant, and I felt her melt into my embrace. We kissed passionately for what felt like hours, our bodies pressing together in an urgent embrace. Finally, we pulled away from each other, gasping for breath.
Her eyes were fixed on me, indicating that she was in a trance. I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom, where we slowly undressed each other. As we explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths, the anticipation was almost unbearable. We were lost in a world of pleasure, our moans filling the room as we moved in unison.
Note: This is the edited version. I change some scenes here. I hope you enjoy this.
Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.
created by @maysdigitalarts
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Akutami Gege's manga, Jujutsu Kaisen. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Akutami Gege.
If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.
Word Count: 2.3K
credits @cafekitsune
Heavy breaths.
Whimpers.
The pace of my heart quickly went up and down. Gojo kissed my nape as his hand went down to lift up the skirt of my gown, and the other hand fondled my breast. My lips parted when I felt him move his thumb in a circular motion on my clit. I whimpered when his long middle finger entered my entrance. He easily inserted his finger inside me because of the dampness.
"And you're still denying that I don't have an effect on you, hmm?" I trembled even more when he licked my earlobe down to my neck. Oh, sweet gracious! His tongue added to the sensation I felt.
He grabbed my chin and kissed me to seal my lips. I was nervous about what we were doing because people outside might hear us. We are here now in front of the altar inside this small chapel, near the big church, where Suguru and Shoko's wedding will be held.
I knew this would be disgraceful because we did this deed in front of Him, at His altar, but all thoughts of guilt about getting caught vanished when he slid another finger inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth. The risk of being caught only added to the excitement.
I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, and I knew I wanted more. As we continued to explore each other, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just a fling or if it could be something more. Either way, I knew I wanted to savor every moment with him.
"You're too wet for me," he said with certainty.
He really knows how to awaken my desires and make me a wanton woman. I didn't recognize myself. She was different from what I've known. I didn't know I was capable of doing this with him. But there was something about him that made me feel alive and free. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world. Or maybe it was the way he touched me, with a confidence and gentleness that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want this to end.
His blue ocean eyes stared at me. Those eyes were like a crystal clear blue ocean, full of lust as he licked those juices—my juices in his long fingers. I shuddered with pleasure as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. It was a bold move, but it turned me on even more. We were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything else but each other. I knew that we had to be careful, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was him and the intense pleasure he brought me.
"You taste so sweet as candy..." He whispered into my ear. His ragged breath sent shivers through my spine. "I can't wait to taste your treasured honeycomb." He ran his tongue across his lips. Oh, god! He was so sexy when doing that.
I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, grinding myself to his arousal. I felt him. He was fucking too hard. And oh, god! He is fucking huge.
I groaned when he pulled away. "Disappointed? Don't worry, I'll be inside of you later," he chuckled. "But it's too early for that."
I rolled my eyes as I was trying to catch my breath. I'm so frustrated. He makes me frustrated! But he just flashed his devilish grin at me.
"Patience is a virtue, my candy." He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"Please refrain from speaking—" I gasped when he removed my entire dress. I was too surprised when he almost ruined my fucking dress. I felt the sudden cold air on my skin.
"Oh, god! Are you planning to ruin my dress? Did you know that I didn't have a spare dress for this wedding? If you'll ruin it. Surely, I would be—"
He knelt in front of me, and he made me stop by kissing and nibbling on my thighs, working his way up to my center. I moaned softly, feeling his warm breath against my skin. My heart pounded crazily as he started to explore me with his tongue, and I couldn't help but grip his hair tightly. Every touch, every lick, sent waves of pleasure through my body.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. My breath caught in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs, his fingers grazing the lace of my lingerie. I wanted him and needed him. He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before pulling my lingerie down and burying his face between my legs. I trembled as he explored every inch of me with his tongue, lips, and fingers, but I was thankful because he held my thighs firmly.
The veins in his arms protruded. Oh, god! His calloused hands caressed my thighs. I moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside me.
His skilled movements were driving me wild, and I knew I was on the brink of ecstasy. As I felt my body tensing up, he slowed down, teasing me with light kisses and gentle strokes. I groaned in frustration, but he simply grinned and continued to work his magic. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he responded by increasing the intensity of his movements.
The pleasure was so intense that I felt like I was on the edge of something, about to explode. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and stood up, pulling me close to him. The sensation was overwhelming, but I felt a bit disappointed because he stopped in the middle of the climax.
"Why did you stop?" I was so irritated at him.
"My candy is so impatient, hmm?" he whispered in my ear.
"Didn't you know how thrilled I am to ravish you?" he growled, and I knew that there was no going back.
"I'll take you to the heavens." My heart pounded against my chest, and my labored breathing shows how thrilled I was by the way he looked at me. His mischievous grin did suggest he had something else in mind.
He took my hand and led me towards the altar table, my heart racing with anticipation. As he laid me in there, my center was too exposed in front of him. I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw his intense gaze upon me. I want to ask him, 'What was he planning? And why did it make me feel so excited?'
But before I could say anything, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Trust me. This will be alright." Those words sent a thrill through my body, and I found myself relaxing into the moment.
As he began to trace his fingers and lips lightly over my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me again. Every touch was electric, and I knew that whatever he had in mind, it was going to be unforgettable. With a sense of anticipation building inside me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch.
His words and actions were like fuel for the fire burning inside of me. I had never felt this way before—so alive and consumed by desire. It was as if every nerve in my body was on high alert for his touch.
"Damn it!" I saw him shutting his eyes. "You're so fucking sexy, my candy!" He groaned. I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. I couldn't deny the attraction between us, and as he leaned in to kiss me and pinned my wrist above my head. He sipped and then licked from my neck down to the upper part of my breast.
His tongue was like a flame, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. I couldn't resist his touch and melted into his embrace. My body arched towards him, begging for more. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. I could feel him. He was so hard, so fucking hard.
"Oh, god!" I couldn't help but moan in response. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, lost in our own world of pleasure.
"Oh, god! Satoru," I moaned again.
I was in a trance, lost in the moment, when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to take you slowly?" or hardly?" My heart raced when he said it.
I knew that I wanted him to take me both ways—to experience the slow and sensual side of him as well as the intense and rough side.
I shivered with anticipation, eager for what was to come next.
"Whatever you like..." My breath became ragged. "But I would like you to do it very hard."
Those blue eyes darkened as I helped him unbutton his white dress shirt with his bow. My eyes wandered in his glorious body. I gasped as I ran my fingers across his iron-clad chest down to his six-pack abs. I felt his warmth through my fingertips.
"Fuck!" He said it under his labored breath.
"I want to ravish you." He intently stared at me. "You're so small and yet so fucking gorgeous beneath me." He leaned in and kissed me passionately, tasting the depths of my mouth.
Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. This was exactly where I wanted to be—in his arms, lost in the intensity of our desire.
He buckled his belt and quickly opened his zipper to free his hardened length. I eagerly reached for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking it slowly. He groaned, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I wanted him inside me, filling me up completely.
With a swift movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I could feel his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You asked for it hard, and that's exactly what you're going to get." My body trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me, ready to take me in a way I had never experienced before. I braced myself, waiting for the first thrust, but instead he began to tease me with his hands, tracing circles over my back and down my spine. I let out a frustrated moan, desperate for him to take me.
"Fuck! Satoru, don't make me wait—" He plunged into me with a force that left me gasping for air.
"How's that, my candy?" He whispered.
I moaned softly as my only answer to his question. My mind was clouded with desire as Satoru's thrust got harder, hitting every corner inside me. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but grip the altar table's edge hard, like if that's where I get my strength.
Every movement of his hips was like an electric shock, sending me higher and higher until I was on the brink of release. He kept up the relentless pace, driving me to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me from falling over. I could feel my body tense; it was like a shock to my system, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned his name, unable to contain the passion that was building inside of me.
"Shhh..." He hushed me while he was slowly thrusting inside me. "Do you want them to catch us fucking each other here, hmm?" He muttered.
I shook my head and closed my eyes as I focused on the sensations that were overwhelming me. I didn't care about anything else at that moment except for the pleasure that he was giving me.
His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the tension building inside of him as well. I knew that we were both close and that the climax was coming soon. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he sent me over the edge.
I tried to cry out his name again, but his reflexes were too fast; he claimed my lips. I moaned inside his mouth as the pleasure consumed me, and he followed shortly after, collapsing onto me with a sigh of satisfaction.
As we panted and tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment except for us.
"I think that was the hottest sex we ever did," I mumbled.
He chuckled softly. He gave me a neck kiss while pressing his face into mine. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.
But as the moment passed, a sense of guilt crept in. We couldn't just ignore the fact that we were supposed to be at our best friend's wedding. I pulled away from him, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't know if we should have done that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Did you regret doing it with me?"
"No, but—"
"But what, Hime?" He stared at me intently.
"But they will wonder if we are not there."
Eventually, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't have to stop here. We could keep going all day if you wanted." I felt a shiver run through me at the suggestion, and I couldn't help but smile.
"You already know we can't…" I leaned forward and caressed his chest.
"Oh, yeah, that fucking wedding." He groaned.
He grabbed my hand when I tried to get up. "Satoru, we need to go back there—"
"I'll clean you up first." He grinned.
"Satoru, I didn't plan to skip Shoko's wedding. I promised her that I would be at her wedding, and I will be the maid of honor."
"But you didn't plan to make love with the groom's best man, did you?" I was unprepared for his question. Did he say we made love? I gasped. I tried to ask him to clarify what he said, but he had already stood to take my lacy lingerie.
I hugged myself to cover my naked body from his gaze. I shivered when our eyes met. His intense gaze could melt me. I couldn't believe he had that intense effect on me.
We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that level of intimacy.
I tried to compose myself, but when he got nearer, I suddenly felt nervous. He knelt with one knee at me as he cleaned me up. I gasped every time his fingers touched my skin. He noticed that I was slowly getting aroused again, but he concentrated on what he was doing.
I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same intensity that I did. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something more? I wanted to ask him, but the words caught in my throat.
As he finished cleaning me up, he kept my lingerie with him. I saw a small smile on his lips. "Instead of attending their wedding, what if we do it again?" he whispered.
"Satoru!"
Note: The Priest by Sierra Simone inspired this oneshot. I wouldn't suggest it to someone who is really religiously sensitive. I hope you like this!
Summary: You've been in love with someone since time immemorial. His name is Akaashi Keiji. He’s a popular volleyball player back in high school, and this story tells about how he loves you back.
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You’re very in love with Fukurodani's setter, Akaashi Keiji, and everyone knows it. But this boy never glanced your way or gave you the attention you needed. He continually ignored you, until you confessed to him.
“Keiji, when will you like me back?” You asked as you stomped your foot. He didn’t respond to your statement as he took a step away from you, which made you more upset.
“Marry me!” Akaashi’s eyes widened and he stopped midway because of your bold confession. But later on, he was back to his normal state – being emotionless and looking slightly exasperated.
He looks in your direction. “Why?” In response to everything you’ve said, that was the only word he uttered.
“Do I need to elaborate the reasons why I love you?” You’re indeed a bold girl and was never afraid to tell the whole world about your feelings towards him. Thus, in his eyes, you’re just wasting your time on him.
“I thought you wanted a pilot?” Confusion was written on his face at that time.
“Yes! I want a pilot. Imagine if my husband is a pilot, he will always bring me to heaven.” You jokingly told him that but in contrast, Akaashi’s cheeks turned into a red tomato because of too much embarrassment (probably he was blushing too). You’re such a vulgar one and that’s what he hates.
“But you’re an exemption. I don’t care if you’ll become a macho dancer, the most important is you’re Akaashi, the one who makes my heart flutter.” You said it with a serious tone.
What has he done to you? Why are you being whipped like this? It seems like you’re under his spell. Yes, you’re under it and you don’t plan to escape from it.
“Ten years from now.” He sighed and took a step forward.
“Do you want my pubic hair to turn white before you marry me?” He just laughed at you.
Both of you were still in grade 12 that time when he said he’s going to like you back. Within the past ten years, you two have been separated and a lot of things happened. But distance can never be a hindrance for you. On the other hand, Akaashi went to another country to pursue his dream course, business. He always dreamed of being a businessman, which you have always supported because you wanted to be supportive in whatever he wants to pursue in life. Indeed, you’re his number one fan and supporter ever since the beginning.
You, on the other hand, studied aviation. Because if you can’t marry a pilot, then you’ll be the one who will be a pilot instead.
“First officer!” Your co-pilot happily greeted you.
Within ten years, you studied hard and did your best to achieve what you have right now. You’re not just an ordinary female pilot, but also a First Officer. Being a woman is not a hindrance to your dreams to become a pilot. As they say, only men can dominate in that aspect, but you’re here right now to prove to them that being a pilot is not based on gender.
“Being a woman can’t hinder you from achieving what you want. You only need determination and hard work to reach it.” That’s what you always say to all the people who drag you down.
“Captain!” You’ve saluted at him with a wide smile.
He taps your shoulders. “I’ll be assigned to another plane.” He sounded sad when he said it. Honestly, this captain confessed to you a year ago, but you rejected him because you’ve been holding on to Akaashi’s promise ten years ago.
“I won’t be with you the whole flight, maybe you’ll miss me.” He laughed.
“Oh, shut up! Even if you wouldn’t come back, I’ll be alright.” You jokingly hit him on his shoulder while he just laughed at what you said.
After that, you make prepared for your upcoming flight. While you’re changing to your uniform, seeing the three bars on your uniform’s shoulders made you feel proud. Finally, this is what you’ve been dreaming for, and it's now in your hands.
As you’re done changing, , you’ve heard some screams from the flight attendants.
“Omg! Y/N, there’s a very handsome captain here!” A flight attendant said while she squealed. It looks like they’ve been possessed or something is tickling them by how their body moved. You just shook your head and remembered that you were like that before.
In just a short period, you were drawn back to your old memories. You remembered the things you did during high school just to make Akaashi notice you. All those crazy things madeyou cringe right now, but then you didn’t regret anything. At least you expressed your feelingsto him properly. Yes, you two were young at that time, but you were sure of who you wanted, Akaashi Keiji.
You took a deep breath before welcome the airplane's new captain. Nervousness filled you and makde your palms sweat. You’ve never been this nervous . You didn't know why you were being like this.
You took a deep breath again and ignored the commotion. Right now, the most important thing was having a safe flight.
When you’re on your way to the gallery where the flight attendants were preparing the food for the passengers, you made some snacks for yourself. The new captain already made a speech. “Good morning, passengers! This is your captain speaking, Akaashi Keiji of Welkin Airlines.”
Your heart started to beat abnormally when you heard his name and voice.
“His voice alone can make me pregnant.”, one of the flight attendants said.
The commotion started again because of Akaashi's simple greeting. Just like before, he’s still the same man who can steal a lot of women’s hearts.
“It looks like I wanna marry that pilot!”, a woman said. Seemed like a lot of men got irritated at the new pilot.
But for you, you’re only focused on the one making an announcement. “Before welcoming you all, I would like to make an announcement.”, he continued speaking, which made everyone silent for a while. “Ten years ago, I made a promise, and that promise was I am going to like her back and I’m going to marry her.”
You stayed where you were standing. Cold palms and sweats were evidence that you’re tense.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. Within those years, I was busy chasing my dream and you already know that dream of mine, to become a businessman. After achieving it, I also took aviation because you said before that you wanted a pilot as your husband. But don’t worry, you didn’t force me to do this. This is also my dream to become a pilot. Not just a pilot but to be your pilot.”
You can’t help the fast beating of your heart while listening to him. It’s like a dream, it is a surreal thing that's happening to you right now.
“The woman that I’m talking to is onboard right now.”
Biting your lower lip as hard as you could to prevent yourself from crying.
“First officer L/N, I am here to fulfil my promise that I made to you ten years ago.” He paused for a while. “Baby, will you let me win your heart again after all these years and let me become your pilot forever? The hundreds of passengers here will serve as witness of how much I love you…”
After hearing his speech, you failed to hold back your tears. The man of your dreams is confessing to you right now in front of hundreds of passengers. In contrast to what your confession from way back before, which was between you and him.
My Keiji. You’re proud that he’s going to be yours. Your dreams do come true. He’s the fulfillment of your dreams.
The commotion gets worse when Akaashi was already in front of you. You didn’t realize how he got there because you’re still in bliss – you can’t believe the man of your dreams is in front of you, asking for your hand in marriage.
He smiled at you while wiping your tears with his thumb.
“Y/N, don’t cry.” He laughs. “I’m already a pilot.” Opening his arms for a hug.
“I hate you!” You buried your face on his chest while hugging him tightly.
“I thought you liked me?” He said jokingly.
“Keiji!” You jokingly hit him on his chest while your tears endlessly fell from your eyes.
He hugged you tightly again. “Heaven knows how much I really miss you and how much I anticipated this moment. Finally, I found you and I will never let you go. So will you marry me or I’ll throw you from here –”
Before he could finish his sentence, you stopped him with a kiss.
“Silly! Why would you think of that? Remember, I was the one who proposed to you first.” You laughed at him.
Giving a little distance between you and him and wrapping your arms on the back of his neck, you looked adoringly at his face.
“When did you start to like me?” You asked him out of curiosity. Of course, during high school days, he never paid attention to you. Surprisingly, he is into you now.
“Since the day I met you, I already know you’re the woman I wanted to marry.” He smiled and kissed you mindlessly.
"There is someone who sees your worth. Don't settle for the less."
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'It's to hard to fall in love with someone who doesn't like you back.'
You were insulted when Osamu made an accidental joke about your body when asked if you two were together.
Insecurity got into your system. Osamu has a thing for women with large breasts. And you already know he has a thing for Tanaka Ryuunosuke's older sister, Saeko.
You swallow the lump in your throat while pretending to smile at them. However, Atsumu realized that you were going to cry. The wetness in your eyes was too obvious. He sighed inwardly as he heard how dick his twin brother was.
He has feelings for you, but he didn't pursue you since you were completely smitten by his brother.
As he balled his fist, his jaw clenched. He truly wanted to punch Osamu for hurting you, the lady he secretly loved. Instead of hurting him, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into their garden, your favorite spot in their house.
Your tears began to fall as he let go of your hand. He tapped your back gently to relieve the ache. If only that could help. He doesn't know, but it could help you feel better right now.
“Cry as much as you want,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back.
“How about the party?” You ruined their special day by crying in Atsumu's arms today. You consider it a crime to find solace in his arms.
“Don't worry about it. I hate parties anyway," he said.
He appeared to be having fun with his friends, but when he realized you were about to cry, he brought you here.
“I know that look, you are judging me,” he joked to lighten the atmosphere.
“You should be with your friends,” you pushed him softly.
“Y/N, I'm not leaving you. You already know that, hmm?" He stroked your cheeks. His hands on your skin feels so warm, and it soothes you.
"What are you doing?" I am not your responsibility. Your day should be spent with family and friends. Spend the day with happiness rather than a woman like me..." you said. You didn't have the courage to say the word "ugly" in front of him. He was displeased the last time you said it. He doesn't want you to belittle yourself. He is concerned about you and wants you to have faith in yourself. It is important to him that you recognize your own worth and value.
“A woman like you...” His eyes darkened as he brushed his thumb on your lips. “My brother is such an idiot for making you cry.” You feel his breath on your skin as he leans in closer. “You deserve better than that.”
You looked away to ease the awkwardness you felt earlier. You suddenly feel nervous because he has an idea about your feelings toward his twin.
“W-what a-are you talking about?” your voice shudder. You just laugh to hide your nervousness.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He genuinely asked.
You wanted to say yes, but you couldn't find the right word to say it. You don't want him to feel offended. After all, he helped you escape from that suffocating place.
You eventually say 'thank you' to him. It might be a good idea to express your appreciation and acknowledge his efforts in helping you.
“You don't need to thank me. I just wanted you to be happy.”
“Why?” You wanted to ask him why he is so kind to you, even though you are too harsh on him sometimes. You wonder if he sees something in you that you don't see in yourself or if he simply cares about your well-being without any ulterior motives. Either way, his kindness touches you deeply.
“Why? " He said. You were uneasy because of his sudden silence and the way he looked away. The tension between you and him returned, as if the conversation had touched a sensitive nerve.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“I don't know if I shall say this to you…” He trailed off. He took a deep breath before he looked at you in the eyes. You could sense that he was struggling to express himself, but you remained silent, waiting for him to continue. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up and revealed what was on his mind.
Your heart was racing as you waited for him to continue. Finally, he said softly, “I've been hiding something from you, something I should have told you a long time ago.”
You gasped. You already sense that he might say the words that you've been dreading to hear. Your heart raced as you waited for him to continue, wondering what could be so important that he had kept it from you all this time.
He stood up, turned around, and brushed his hair. He mumbled something, but it was difficult to understand. He seemed too frustrated. Perhaps he requires some alone time to calm down and gather his thoughts before expressing himself clearly. When he's feeling more composed, you could ask him if he wants to talk about what's bothering him.
“Uhm,” he licked his lower lip before he looked at you straight in the eyes.
Your breath was taken away for a brief moment as you met his gaze. Your heartbeat was erratic against your chest. You're worried he'll hear it because it was too loud. You attempted to relax by taking deep breaths, but this only increased your anxiety. You wondered if he could sense your nervousness and hoped he didn't.
He was too troubled. This couldn't be the right time to tell you about his feelings for you, but he couldn't help but feel the need to express his feelings for you, even if it meant risking your friendship.
“I've been,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I've been in love with you.” He waited for your response, hoping that you wouldn't feel uncomfortable or awkward around him after hearing his confession. He knew that he had taken a big risk, but he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer.
He frustratedly brushing his hair. “I know you didn't feel the same way, but I couldn't bear to hide it any longer.” He wasn't explaining his side to you; rather, he was convincing himself that he did the right thing.
His unexpected confession that night occupied your thoughts for nearly a week. It's been difficult for you to look at him the same way since that night, but you admire his honesty and courage in expressing his feelings. You hope that things will return to normal between the two of you with time.
“What's on your mind, busty?” You got irritated with the way Osamu called you names. You felt insulted.
Anyway, it was your least important concern at the time. You were more concerned with how to tell his twin of your true feelings. You couldn't possibly reciprocate his feelings for you. You knew it was important to be honest with both of them, but you also didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. It was a hard situation to handle, but you were determined to do so with care and sensitivity.
But what if you don't know how? You're afraid of risking your friendship with both of them. You've known them for a long time and don't want to squander it because of your feelings for Osamu.
It's understandable to be concerned about risking your friendship, but it's necessary to acknowledge and address your feelings for Osamu. Ignoring them may result in further confusion and potential regret in the future. Consider consulting with a trusted friend or therapist for advice on how to handle this situation.
“Hey! Are you okay? " You jerked back when you felt his hand touch your forehead. It was an automatic reaction from your body.
“Uhm, y-yeah,” you bit your lower lip. You're too embarrassed because your voice shakes. You tried to compose yourself and take deep breaths to calm down, hoping that he didn't notice your nervousness.
“You sure?” You didn't reply at him and just get out of there.
You haven't seen the twins in a long time. You had no intention of seeing them. You're far too preoccupied. You couldn't tell them the truth without being distracted. But you don't have to suffer any longer. You must tell them, and if you do not, you may live to regret it for the rest of your life.
You once asked a friend for advice, but the outcome wasn't great. What might you expect if you asked your friend for some insightful advice? You were disappointed that she was unable to provide you with any sound advice. But you must confront them. You therefore prepare a meal for the three of you. They are getting closer, and your heart is beating fast. The hardest choice you've ever had to make in your life would be this one, but you're hoping everything will work out. You inhale deeply and tell yourself that you have given this some thought.
“You looked so tensed up,” Osamu beamed. “You should relax.”
You noticed that Atsumu was too quiet during the entire dinner. You appreciate Osamu's concern but can't help but wonder what's on Atsumu's mind. You want to ask him if everything is okay.
You were about to open your mouth when he spoke.
“What do you want to say to us?” You gasped as your gaze met his. His eyes darkened, sending shivers up your spine. You couldn't hold a conversation. You were stuck at the moment. Your heart was pounding too hard against your chest.
“You want me to help you?” It sounded like he was challenging you. If this was just before, then maybe you already have a sarcastic reply to his question, but it isn't.
He flashed his annoying smirk. Honestly, he was too impatient. He was expecting that you will tell Osamu about your feelings, but it seemed that you were doubtful.
Osamu looked too confused. He wants to ask one of you, but before he could, Atsumu spoke.
“I shouldn't be here,” Your lips parted because you were startled.
“I'm done,” You panicked when Atsumu rushed to leave the restaurant, thinking that you might have done something wrong. You quickly turned to the person next to you, hoping that they could shed some light on the situation.
Osamu just shrugged.
You were too frustrated, but you stood and followed Atsumu. When you reached the parking area, you abruptly searched for him. You tried to catch your breath as you looked around, hoping to spot him somewhere nearby. The sound of your pounding heart filled your ears as you continued to search.
“Why are you here?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine.
Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze met his. You could feel your heartbeat. You'd never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, not even Osamu, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.
“You shouldn't be here. I left you both alone to talk. And perhaps you'll be his…” He paused. Before continuing, he licked his lower lip. “…his girl,” he gulped.
Your lips were parted. There were no words that could escape your mouth. It appeared to be too difficult to express your thoughts. You weren't sure what you were feeling right now. But one thing is certain: since the night he confessed to you, he has messed with your mind and heart.
He groaned. “Y/N, you already know how I felt for you, but still, you are messing with me.”
“I am so tempted to kiss you,” he said, brushing his thumb on your lips. The sudden touch from his took your breath away.
You try to pull away, but he suddenly snakes his arm around your waist. "Please don't play with my feelings like this," you whisper, looking into his eyes.
“I'm not playing, baby,” he laughed, touching the tip of his nose to yours.
“So what's the deal right now? Are you already falling for me, hmm?” You felt your cheeks warm up as your heart pounded crazily against your chest.
You're at a loss for words. You take a deep breath and try to relax, hoping for the right words to come to you. Perhaps it is best to simply be honest and speak from the heart.
“I-I'm not sure…” Your breathing became rough. “But one thing is certain: I couldn't get you out of my head.”
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Part 6
“Tetsurou, what happened to you? You look like shit!” Tooru said with displeasure on his face.
It’s been a while since the last time I had cut my hair. I was too busy, a lot of things were on my plate. I barely went to my condo. I stayed at my office so I could plan an operation on how to catch that perverted old geezer.
“I’m not in the mood right now, Tooru.”
“Man, look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a hermit.”
I gave him a dagger look but it looks like he was not threatened. Instead of running away, he sat comfortably across my office table and asked my secretary to make coffee for us.
“Man, you look like a shit!” I rolled my eyes and got annoyed when Atsumu came to my office. He’s here again to insult my girlfriend.
“Shut up! If you’re here just to insult my girlfriend again, I’ll kick your fucking ass here!” I coldly said it as I’m looking at him sharply.
“Woah, man. I’m not.” He raised both of his hands.
My friends are important to me and I value but if they continue to insult my Alisa, I don’t know if I would still want them as my friends.
Back then, I believed love didn’t exist but what do call for this? Is it still lust? Because right now, I don’t know what exactly this is. Maybe, she was just new to me, different from every woman I met before. Or maybe, it was because she saw through me, more what’s on the surface. More who I am than what people may think of me, a rich, handsome and womanizer jerk.
I know it’s too hard for her to fit in the world I have. Our lives were too different but I’m determined to help her to cope and adapt to what my life is. If that’s the reason she will leave me again, I don’t know if I can still keep my sanity.
I heaved a breath as I looked at her, talking with her model friends. How I love to see her smile, the smile that I miss.
After finding her, I filed a case against that old geezer. Of course, bringing the victim and the witnesses with me helped me accomplish and win the case. That scandal was trash. It was not Alisa but it was Kazuhito’s mistress’ body. I know it wasn’t her even though I didn’t watch it.
“Man, relax! She won’t run away again.” Tooru chuckled and patted my back.
I still couldn’t get that idea out of my mind. She may have changed her mind and decided to withdraw on our wedding day. Could you blame me if I’m thinking like this? Of course, she did run away from me twice! No, it was thrice!
“Shut up!” Averting my gaze, back to my bride.
“Geez! This bastard can’t wait to be alone with his bride.” Atsumu teased. I just gave him a smirk.
I don’t think there’s anyone who can excite me. But honestly, I’ve been on a diet for almost a week and it was like hell without making love with my wife. Oh? How I love to hear calling her my wife.
When I was young, I didn’t believe in love as well as marriage. I didn’t think it was necessary. Somehow lovers won’t last forever, just like what happened to my parents but I was wrong.
My love for Alisa proved to me that love conquers all. It may sound so cheesy but it was true. I couldn’t imagine I’m capable of loving someone more than myself, more than anything else in this world.
“So…how many times did she run away?” Atsumu teasingly looked at me.
“Twice? Not so sure about it.” Tooru answered after he sipped his drink.
I glared at them.
Atsumu burst out laughing, he looked so amused.
“The first was after you got back from your business meeting and the other one was at the hospital, right?” Hajime asked.
I sighed. I always get mad every time I remember it. I feel like I wasn’t good enough for her, leaving me behind without a word. Just like what happened between us for the first time, we made love, she left me before I got up. I couldn’t believe she treated it like a random hookup.
She left me again, too afraid to be judged, insulted and accused of anything about that scandal. She doubted me, didn’t fucking trust me enough and that was so painful on my part. But what was the worst of all? She left me for the third time because she thought I would not accept our baby. My Alisa, you underestimated my love for you.
I glanced back at her again and when our eyes met, she shook her head. She knows what’s on my mind.
Tooru snapped his finger in front of me. “Geez! You’re so clingy! Let your wife enjoy this party with her friends.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes. They’re too annoying. I want to spend my whole night with my wife. But it seemed too impossible, there were a lot of guests.
We’ve been talking to friends for a while but I’m always glancing at where she is now. It seemed like she was enjoying the night, huh? But how about me? I sighed. I’m too excited to spend my night with her and yet she was ignoring me again.
“Tetsurou, stop glancing at your wife. She won’t go anywhere.” Atsumu commented.
“Nah, we need to go. They need to rest.” Hajime scolded him. “We need to go. I have an early flight tomorrow.”
After bidding their goodbyes, I immediately stood and went to Alisa.
“Do you want to rest?” I whispered to her ear, snaked my arms around her waist and rested my chin on the crook of her neck.
“Oh, here’s the clingy husband.” Saeko wrinkled her nose and looked disgusted.
“No, we still need to take care of our guests.” Alisa laughed and leaned on me while intertwining our hands.
I groaned. “They can take care of themselves. Com’on, baby…”
“Gosh! Don’t be so insensitive, Sae. Let them spend their night.” I don’t know who she is but I guess she was one of Saeko’s friends.
“Fine.” She sighed. “Bye, Ali. Enjoy your night.”
“Thank you for coming tonight and take care!”
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I immediately grabbed her wrist and went straight to our hotel room. We haven’t reached our bed yet, I kissed her and shoved my tongue inside her mouth, she moaned.
I leaned her against the wall and kissed her tenderly while securing her belly, careful not to hurt our baby. But I could feel the hunger through her kisses, so I was not the only one who anticipated this, huh?
She took off her dress while not breaking our kisses. She whimpered when I accidentally tore it.
“I don’t feel sorry for that…” I smirked. “We don’t need it, anyway.”
“Naughty—” she gasped when I suddenly sucked and swirled my tongue around her nipple. I gave her a sly smile, not breaking our eye contact while I enjoyed sucking and nipping her there. I think I couldn’t hold myself anymore so I hastily unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. Spreading her legs before I settled in between her. We both moaned when I’m inside her. Finally, I felt at ease.
I set aside some strands of her hair. “Please, don’t leave me anymore…” pleading at her, showing how vulnerable I am. Too afraid she would leave me again.
She cupped my face as she showed her sweetest smile.
“I won’t—” She whimpered in my sudden move, lips gaping in too much pleasure.
I smirked and whispered. “This would be your punishment for leaving me thrice.”
She gently caressed my face and stared at me with full affection. “I’m too glad to accept this punishment and…” Trailing my spine through her fingertips, it sent shivers and added to the pleasure I felt.
“I won’t leave you because I love you.” She kissed me tenderly.
Indeed, Alisa became my salvation. She saved me from darkness, giving me light so I can see the things I haven’t seen before. I’m glad she came into my life, giving me the hope, love and care that I needed. Even though our relationship didn’t have a good start but the most important for me, in the end, we ended up together.
“I love you, my wife.” I happily said it as I kissed her and slowly moved my hips.
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Part 5
“What happened?” I confusedly asked her. “Alisa, tell me, what’s going on?” but she didn’t respond, still pushing me but later on she leaned on me. I loosened my hold on her, I asked her what was going on but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she immediately went to the woman’s comfort room. I followed her but I stayed outside.
I feel nervous every time I hear her vomiting inside the cubicle. I want to help her but I don’t know what to do.
“Alisa—Oh? Are you fine now?” She sharply looked at me while I was still confused about it. Is she mad at me? What the heck? I didn’t do anything but here she is getting mad at me.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I’m still following her, like a dog’s tail. I might look like an idiot but I don’t care anymore.
She keeps avoiding me as she did before but I won’t give up on her easily. So I looked for a place where I couldn’t bother both her space and the customers. I waited patiently for her while my eyes locked on her, not letting her get away from my sight.
I noticed that she seemed unable to stand and walk properly. Later on, she suddenly lost her balance but before she could land on the ground, I caught her in my arms. It almost took away my breath, too scared for her.
I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital but I needed to attend the meeting. But before I left, I put two bodyguards to look for her for a while, while I’m away.
“Sir, the patient escaped.” I suddenly stood from my seat, both shocked and confused but angrier. What the fuck? They were two bodyguards but they let a frail woman escape? I couldn’t believe this.
“I’ll fire you two if you can’t find her.” My voice thundered. I’m mad at them but more afraid of what will happen to her.
I walked back and forth, uneasy because a lot of things were running through my mind. I know she was afraid of me, afraid to be judged but why did she already conclude that I can do that to her? I believed her even though she didn’t tell me everything, about what exactly happened before that scandal came out.
“Could you calm down and please stop walking back and forth, Tetsurou? It’s making me feel dizzy.” Tooru scolded me.
How can I fucking calm, when Alisa is still missing until now? I asked for the hospital’s CCTV record on that day, and I saw her leaving alone, wearing a nurse’s uniform. The hospital wasn’t aware of her disappearance because she went through the back. Why was I too relaxed? I thought the hospital’s security was tight and safe. What the fuck?
I gritted my teeth. I was restless because I was worried about her. Everything was fine, except that someone had run away! She was used to leaving me behind, not thinking about what I could feel every time she left me. Why is she so unfair? Leaving me behind like I’m not important to her.
Am I not part of her life? Did she love me? Apprehension and hesitation creep into my mind. The thoughts running through my head make me dizzy and tired. Even though I’m weary, I didn’t let my eyes close. I want to be the first one who will see her face once she’s found.
“Excuse me, sir, here are the documents you’ve been asking for.”
I just let my secretary put on my desk the document I was asking for from the hospital. It was Alisa’s medical records. I want to make sure she’s fine and not sick. The last time I saw her, she looked so frail and it makes me worry for her all the time.
I frowned, can’t comprehend everything that was written on the fucking sheet of paper. I almost tore the documents when Atsumu suddenly opened the door.
I sighed and rested my head on the headrest.
“What the fuck? Her hCG is above average, she might be pregnant.” Atsumu looked so horrified as he looked back and forth between me and the papers he was holding. But there’s one thing that caught my attention, my jaw dropped.
This can’t be?!! hCG is above average? Pregnant? Fuck! Should I feel happy right now? Yes, indeed! Honestly, I’m thrilled but the fact that she’s pregnant while running away from me makes me furious. How could she leave me again with our baby, huh? I’m sure, I am the father of her baby. I didn’t doubt her about that but I know that’s our baby. But how long would she hide it from me? Is that the reason why she left me again?
“This could not be happening, right?” Atsumu still couldn’t believe everything.
“It’s happening.” I remained composed and calm while he looked so confused and shocked.
“So you were serious about her?”
“I wouldn’t be if I didn’t get pregnant!”
“What the fuck! You’re ridiculous!” He shook his head in disbelief, still processing how he could accept that information.
My eyes were still closed. I gritted my teeth. I don’t think I can stand it anymore, without knowing where she is right now makes me madder at myself. I couldn’t bear it if something bad happened to her or our baby.
Before she left, she looked frail and I was worried the whole time. I can’t even fucking rest my eyes in a single second, always planning what I can do to find her quickly and Mr. Kazuhito. I’m always bugging Kenma, asking for his help to track them both. And now, I’m too weary but I might not be able to sleep not until I find her and capture the person who ruined her life.
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Part 4
Shit! What’s going on? I didn’t check her these days because I was too busy with my business trips and meetings. We barely have time for each other.
And what they said? Alisa has a sex scandal? I want to check it on the internet, to check if that was true but I can’t bear to watch it.
“Tetsurou, are you fine?” Tooru asked me.
“I don’t know. I’m so confused about everything.” I laid my head on the headrest as I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts were wandering.
I heaved a breath. Where I could fucking find her? I wanted to see and feel her warmth but I think that would be possible right now.
“We need to find stronger evidence that could point to them, that they’re the one who fabricated the video.” Hajime said.
How long could I endure not seeing her? It’s been two weeks since that news came out. I missed her. I want to finish it all, feel her hugs and kisses. But this is driving me nuts. My life without her would be worthless.
People believed that it was her but I believe in her, even though I didn’t have any proof. Because I know her, she won’t cheat on me. I have trust in her and she won’t fail me. And I’m sure, I was the only man who touched her. I have faith in you, Alisa.
“But where could we find that evidence?” Atsumu asked.
“So what’s the news about the people involved in this issue?” Tooru looked at Kenma.
“Don’t disturb me.” Kenma languidly said it as his eyes were still on the monitor.
“Could you do it faster?” I lost my temper, my mind is going to explode because of thoughts running in my head.
He sighed before he spoke. “Just wait for my database to load.”
Everyone was too silent as we waited for Kenma’s database to open. When he turned to face us, I suddenly got nervous.
“Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa was the mastermind of the leaked video.” He calmly said it.
My mouth parted. So he still holds a grudge against her. Maybe because of what happened before.
“He’s a business tycoon and a politician. It’s too hard to file a case against him. Even if we can send him to prison, he can still bail out himself.” Tooru.
“Oh? You really forget that you have a lawyer friend here?” Hajime waggled his eyebrows.
“We just need to find her so we can start filing a case against that perverted old geezer.” I clenched my fist.
I massaged my temple as I leaned my back on my chair. I’ve been thinking about where she would go. She doesn’t have a family except her younger brother and he’s missing too.
Where could she possibly stay? I hope she’s in good hands, if she isn’t, I don’t know what will happen to me, I might go crazy.
I’ve been planning how I should find her. Tsk! Alisa, you’re too good at hiding, huh? But wherever you’ll hide I still find you, I’m sure I’m gonna search for you until the ends of the Earth.
Is this still a lust? I asked myself. I laughed at myself without humor. Sure! There’s lust but deep inside of me telling, there is more than that, beyond that feeling. But can I already call this love? If this is not love, what is this?
“I already tracked her.” I suddenly stood up and left the conference room even though our meeting wasn’t finished yet.
I heard my secretary was calling me but I didn’t dare to look back again. I’m still listening to Kenma from the other line. I hastily went to the basement.
My heart pounded against my chest as I’m driving my car. Finally, I can see her. Oh, how much I missed her so much. A day without her makes me go crazy, how much more after almost two months being separated from her?
Her lips parted when she saw me, it looked like she saw a ghost. I frowned at her, she looked more skinny. Isn’t she eating properly and not eating at the right time?
“What do you need, s-sir?” She bit her lip when her voice cracked. I know this, she is nervous, right now. You’re not expecting to see me here, huh? Do you think you could hide from me forever? Try your luck next time.
“You…” I smirked. I saw how her eyes widened, cheeks turned bright red.
She cleared her throat before she walked away from me but I immediately gripped her wrist, pulling her closer to me and putting my hand on the small of her back. Her lips parted again. Is she tempting me to kiss her, huh? But fuck! The last ounce of self-control I have left is fighting the urge to kiss her right now.
I know she couldn’t forgive me if I do that. I don’t want my angel to get mad at me so I need to restrain myself. But suddenly she acted strangely. She covered her mouth while her other hand kept pushing me away. The more she pushed, the more I held her tightly, still careful not to hurt her.
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Part 3
After doing my work, some thoughts were bothering me, like why the fuck I feel Alisa is ignoring me?
When did it start? Well, Alisa was not obliged to talk to me always and that was not unusual or something. But why do I feel bothered? This is getting me frustrated.
And it seemed like she was trying her best to avoid me, avoiding me every time we crossed our paths.
I’ve been puzzled about what I did to her. Wait, was she sulking about what I told her? I was just being honest with her. I’m just telling the truth that I wasn’t courting her and I don’t like her. I’m just concerned about her because she looked like she could easily be fooled, too naive about everything.
I glanced at where she was. I guess she was talking with some investors. I clenched my jaw when I saw some of them were men and I hated the way they looked at her, a look full of lust. I’ve been imagining things like how I wanted to pull out those eyeballs from their eye sockets.
Honestly, I was not supposed to be here but my feet dragged me like it has its own brain.
I caught her staring at me but suddenly avoids my gaze like nothing happened or didn’t see me. What the fuck? Her coldness towards me makes me frustrated.
I hissed under my breath, annoyed at the thought of it.
But my attention was diverted because my phone rang suddenly. I don’t want to answer it but when I saw Kenma’s name, I immediately picked it up.
“I’m done investigating her.” I suddenly sat up straight when I heard what Kenma told me.
Wait? Why did I suddenly feel excited? Fuck! I shouldn’t feel that.
I leaned on my chair as I heaved a breath. I frustratingly brushed my palm to my face.
“Just send it to my email.” I tried to say it like I’m uninterested.
“Okay.” I heard some clicking sounds from the keyboard and mouse. “Don’t forget about the payment.”
“Yeah, fine.”
I hastily checked my email, I found the file and clicked it. I read every detail Kenma got.
I glanced back at her again. She’s alone at the table, looking around while sipping her drink.
She stood and I think she was going to the comfort room but when someone bumped her, she bent a bit to reach something. I saw her dress lifted a bit and it made my mouth dry. Because of her well-defined hourglass body, her clothes always look so sexy.
I suddenly looked away as I diverted my thoughts. This is not the time to have a hard on. Damn it!
Fine! I admit it. I got interested in her because of her…face and also her body. But when we first met, I didn’t notice all of it. Recently, I began to appreciate her beauty.
I clenched my jaw, getting annoyed as fuck because she was still ignoring my presence while she was entertaining others. Damn it! She’s so unfair.
I had the urge to announce to them that I’m taking Alisa with me but the other half of my mind tells me I shouldn’t do it. I don’t want to spark again the rumor that I have a girlfriend.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Alisa again. She was at another table with some models, I think? I’m not so sure about them but they’re famous in the modeling industry. But I got annoyed when I saw her laughing with that fucking bastard, the man who sat next to her. My eyes focused on the guy beside her. What do you want me to do with you, huh? Do you want me to punch your fucking face until it will bleed?
I brushed off my own thoughts. I don’t want to think about some criminal thoughts right now. But if I’m not holding back myself I might have punched his face. I laughed softly at myself and looked at her again. She’s still ignoring me again, not glancing at my direction. Geez! What a heartless woman!
What the fuck?! Why is it such a big deal to me, huh? I don’t even like her. Besides, we’re not together.
I’ve been glancing at her for every damn minute but every time our eyes meet she always avoids it. I glanced at my phone before looking back at her. I sighed. I felt like a clingy cat longing for its master’s touch, and always gets disappointed when being ignored. I hate this feeling.
I got nervous when I noticed she’s going in my direction. I sat up straight, thinking that she would sit beside me. A lot of thoughts running through my head, thinking on how I will plead or what bargains I should offer to her. Shit! Don’t ignore me, Alisa.
Okay, fine! I’ll admit it. I think I’m starting to like you! I’m not doing courts but if you want some corny and traditional way…I mean courting…well…uh..fine! I’m going to court you if that’s what you want.
I got stiffened when I realized she passed through me. I didn’t dare to move as my brain hardly accepted all the bargains I thought I could offer to her earlier, everything went into waste.
How long are you going to ignore me?
My gaze followed everywhere she went. She was having fun with them while I’m still here at my table, silently drinking this fucking tequila.
So you won’t talk to me, huh? I won’t court you then! I gritted my teeth, annoyed at the thought that she was ignoring me.
But who the fuck am I kidding, huh? All I fucking did was the opposite! Even though I didn’t have a chance to talk with her as I planned, I would still court her. Yes! I will admit it! I like her. I like her more than I thought I liked anyone.
I can’t believe I’m saying those words after years of settling for just physical connection, and believing that there wasn’t a stronger feeling than attraction.
Damn it! I’m really smitten with her.
Or is it because of lust?
I was surprised when I saw a lot of reporters waiting outside the company. My bodyguard was trying to protect me and made those reporters stop nearing me.
“Mr. Kuroo, what can you say about your girlfriend’s sex scandal?” I frowned as I turned to face whoever asked me that question.
“Excuse me?”
“Miss Alisa Haiba, has a scandal. What can you say about it?”
My eyes widened in shock. But before I could ask them, one of my bodyguards dragged me inside my car. I immediately dialed her number. I wanted to talk to her and ask her what happened but I couldn’t reach her.
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Part 2
She was selected as the face of the famous clothing line, Emerald, and unfortunately, Kazuhito Hyakuzawa is one of the investors of that company. So I had to make an appearance, just in case, he would be there.
We went to the event together so we got everyone’s attention. A lot of reporters flocked and bugged her about me, asking if I’m her boyfriend but she quickly denied me. What the hell? I irritatedly looked at her while she was convincing them that we didn’t know each other, explaining to them what happened.
I frowned at every word that she said during the interview. Everything she said was all lies. You’re a great liar. Tsk! Try harder, Haiba.
I clenched my jaw. She was getting on my nerves, huh? Like, who the fuck would dare to insist that they didn’t know me? Even those who were newly introduced to me would claim that we’re friends. But there she is, telling everyone that I was a stranger to her. Damn it!
I couldn’t stand it anymore and speak. “She’s with me tonight so please excuse us.” I snaked my arms around her waist. I saw how she bit her lip as she looked away from the gaze of the crowd. It seemed like she was ashamed of something.
When I asked her if she was ashamed of me, I felt so nervous while I waited for her answer.
She bit her lower lip before she spoke, explaining herself. But I wasn’t convinced. Why do I feel like she doesn’t have a plan to tell everyone about the truth? I believed she wanted to tell everyone that I was a stranger to her.
I don’t know what exactly I should feel right now. Angry? Happy? Sad? Damn it!
My patience was running out. Anyway, she has a lot of ways to test my patience. It seemed like she was too expert on how to annoy me, to get my attention and…to drive me crazy. Fuck! Maybe her day wouldn’t be complete without getting into my fucking nerves, huh?
“Why were you denying us?” I blurted out.
“Us?” she mumbled, confusedly looking at me. “There’s nothing between us.”
I was stunned for a while, her words unexpectedly hurt me. What the heck?!
When I was about to speak, she asked me if I’m courting her. For the second time, it stunned me.
Me? Courting her? That’s impossible!
I never did consider courting anyone. Anyway, courting was not my style. But Alisa was asking me if I was courting her? I laughed my ass off at the thought of it. She lowered her head as she played with her fingers. I held her chin, seeing guilt and embarrassment on her face, which made me feel more pleased.
It’s too fun playing with her, huh?
Actually, I don’t court. I’m not bragging about this but even though I won’t lift a finger, there are still a lot of women willing to throw themselves at me. So why would I bother to court them, right?
And besides that, I have a lot of experience when it comes to women. I started hookups when I was around 2nd-year of high school and the first girl I had experience with also wanted to explore.
Usually, people who were in hookup relationships were either curious or just wanted the experience. And I am cool with it, that was more convenient. After all, what’s the fucking sense of commitment? In the end, lovers won’t stay loyal to their partners. Just like what my mother did to my father.
So fuck and go. Less drama and less headache. Besides, I can’t tolerate women’s strange behaviors.
Well, I can’t deny it, I find some women I bedded with were attractive but it fades after sex. Attraction doesn’t last long, it disappears after the release. And that’s why fuck buddies always work.
So to ask me if I’m courting her was fucking ridiculous! Alisa is too innocent to ask me about that. She didn’t have any clue. Poor Alisa.
“I heard you’re in a serious relationship. Is that true?” Atsumu probed.
I frowned.
“I mean this raising model icon, Alisa Haiba.”
Crap! I’ve been going to a lot of events and most of them were all Alisa’s gigs. And we had dinner out together a couple of times. I never thought about the consequences of it. It’s not really a problem but I just don’t want people to assume that I have a girlfriend even though I don’t have one.
“Who told you about that ridiculous rumor?”
He burst out laughing while I was annoyed at how he reacted. He was getting on my nerves.
“Did you know there is a famous proverb, news has wings, the ground has ears?” I frowned at what he said.
“That’s nonsense!”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Oh? So that was true?”
“It was just a rumor.” I languidly answered him, leaning my back on my chair.
“Aren’t you serious about her, are you?”
I shut my eyes and sighed before I opened my eyes, glaring at him. “Of course not!”
“Hmm?” He narrowed his eyes, keenly looking at me as I averted my eyes. He’s really prying something from me.
“But a lot of paparazzi saw you were with her.” When I was about to say something to defend myself, he immediately stopped me. “Don’t deny it, Tetsurou. Most of her events, you were there, so what could be the possible speculations people will think, right?”
I groaned. “Don’t make it a big deal, asshole!”
He laughed with humor, he looked so amused and I gritted my teeth as I thought of it. I wasn’t serious about her! Definitely, I wasn’t! I was just concerned about her, nothing more nothing less.
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The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Furudate Haruichi.
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Part 1
I stood and went near the group of women where Miwa was in. They laughed and it got me irritated by what I heard. They looked surprised, especially her, when I butt in at their conversation.
“Ladies, excuse me, may I know what you were talking about, hmm?” I smiled at them to hide my annoyance.
They looked at each other and then looked at me awkwardly. “O-oh? It’s nothing. Uhh, that was all about girly talk, right girls?”
I smiled at them again.
“Did you know, it’s not good for elite women to talk behind other people’s lives.” they looked so pale, bull’s eye! I smirked at them as I excused myself.
I could see from where I was sitting how those filthy men were touching her legs. She looked so nervous but by the way, she brushed it off, not minding their touches and explicit remarks, it got me more irritated.
So it was true, that she’s a prostitute? And what Miwa’s circle of friends said were true? Well, as a matter of fact, what else can I expect from a woman like her? She has a brother to support. Maybe, because of poverty, she was forced to do that, to have money.
“So that was true, huh?” I smirked.
“Huh?”
“Models are escorts too, right? Are you denying it?” I laughed without humor. “But look, why does it seem like you’re one of them?” I said it, intently to hurt her. Somehow, it made me lose my temper. I got irritated when I saw how her eyes panicked.
“Excuse me? What did you—”
“Trying to stay innocent, huh? Did you receive a payment for allowing them to touch you? Did you agree to meet them after this party?”
I shouldn’t flinch. But damn! I saw her tears falling. I shouldn’t care if she was hurt by my insult, right? But what if she was trying to be innocent? Damn it!
“Hey, man—Oh? Alisa, what happened?” Tooru asked her and he looked suspiciously at me. “Don’t tell me—”
“Don’t cry as if you didn’t let them touch you.”
“Tetsurou!” He exclaimed. “Wait? Did I miss something here?” He coaxed her.
I gritted my teeth.
“Tooru, stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”
“But—”
“I said, stay out of this motherfucker!”
I saw how her eyes looked at Tooru pleadingly, with a tear over it. It’s like she’s trying to show us that she’s about to cry. Damn it! Damn it! She’s not only good at seducing men but also a good actress huh?
“I guess it’s right, isn’t it?” I was fuming mad while looking at her.
“I was trying not to make a scene—”
“Trying not to make a scene or did you just like how they touched you?”
Tooru gasped but I didn’t let him speak. I glared at her. I don’t know if I was mad because she let those fucking perverted old geezer or I was mad because she was pleading at Tooru or I was mad at myself? Damn… damn it!
“I don’t like—”
“Oh? Really?” I snorted with laughter, it was full of sarcasm. “Or did you swallow your pride for the sake of money?” I shut my eyes and scolded myself in my mind. I am confused about how I should feel.
“That’s enough, Tetsurou!”
After I said those words, I felt cold in my stomach. Something about my insults and the way her eyes glistened, made me feel guilty. It’s like she’s not lying, those glistening eyes were the evidence that she was hurt by what I’ve said.
Stop thinking about it, Tetsurou! I’ve been in the business for years and I already know how to distinguish liars from those who are telling the truth. She deserves my insults. Honestly, it was not enough. A woman like her was just like my mother, a whore, a slut or whatever they called it. Acting pity to manipulate men, huh? Do you think it will work for me? Sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work for me.
“What’s your problem, Tetsurou?” Tooru asked me after Alisa left.
I’m just interrogating her but she was insisting that she was innocent. Tch! What a liar.
“She was acting pure and denying that she’s not an escort—”
He laughed full of sarcasm. “Seriously, Tetsurou? And so what? If she’s an escort, then it’s none of your business.”
“You’re acting like a protective boyfriend here.” He shook his head.
I stopped and realized what I was fucking doing earlier. What the fuckery was that?!! Does it have to do with me? Honestly, it doesn’t. Why the fucking hell I was so annoyed, huh? That was none of my fucking business! But I was hella fuck up, I was annoyed, her, trying to be looked innocent even though she was not!
I glanced at where she was, more annoyed and irritated.
She both has a pretty face and a sexy body, a body that men could die for. She has an hourglass figure, a thin waist, long legs and both of her breasts and ass are huge.
Those men who love paying for sex would like her so much. She would easily be all men’s fantasy with that innocent face, soft expressive green eyes, perfect heart-shaped lips and a sexy body of hers.
I gritted my teeth when I thought about it. Innocent, my ass. She may look like an angel but she’s not innocent like what she’s claiming to be. I couldn’t even imagine her high school or college years with boys making passes at her like a ball. I’m sure those fucking bastard youngsters were too crazy about her for that kind of face and body, right? And don’t tell me, she didn’t like any one of them?
Wait, what?!! Why the hell do I bother thinking about that, anyway? The hell do I care about that!
I was inside of my car, calling my secretary as I looked around, my eyes glued to the restaurant near me.
My eyes widened when I saw Alisa get off the van. Two men went with her, and one of them was Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa, a well-known politician, entrepreneur and investor. He’s notorious for taking models with him and becoming their “sponsor”. That old man is doing dirty work again and his victim today is none other than Alisa. Fuck!
I gritted my teeth, not minding what my secretary told me. I’m completely distracted so I told her something came up and I will call her later. Before she could speak, I ended the call and started walking toward the restaurant.
I almost lost my temper when the valet’s restaurant blocked my way. He asked me about my car so I annoyingly gestured where I parked it. After that, I immediately went inside the restaurant.
“What the fuck is she wearing?” I angrily mumbled it.
Back then, I didn’t care about women’s clothes. I’ve seen a lot of women wear more revealing clothes than her but I was really bothered about it. Maybe it was because of her body, making her clothes look so small for her size or I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress like that. Shit! But whatever! I shouldn’t be bothered, right?
As she absentmindedly pulled the hem of her very short skirt, it looked like she was uncomfortable. In just a simple movement, her panties would reveal and her breast would spill out from it.
I frowned as I lined up behind her. She took off from the van with Mr. Kazuhito, wearing revealing and sexy clothes and they were near the hotel. Don’t tell me…ugh! Why am I bothered about it? It had nothing to do with me!
But that was so disappointing. Wait! Why should I feel disappointed and surprised about it? In the first place, she was not innocent, she was just trying to be.
“Why were you with him?” I repeatedly asked her, accused her of a lot of things and even insulted her.
I was curious about how she came into that situation? I overheard their conversation, and she promised him something. And what the hell was that? Did she back out because the payment was not enough? Did she regret it? She can’t bear to sleep with that old geezer so she backs out?
I got irritated more when her tears fell after I mercilessly interrogated her. I’m sure she’s doing that on purpose so I could feel sorry for her, but it didn’t work for me.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelashes were too wet because of tears, and her cheeks and nose were both red. She sniffed, trying to make herself better.
What the fuck? I saved her from that filthy old man! And then what now? Why did I feel like I was the one who should feel guilty? Like, I’m the one who should be blamed for it. Wait, am I the one who pushed her to go there? In fact, she willingly went with that old geezer.
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Hello to all Gojohime/GoUta shippers! As Gojo returned from the prison realm, this is my gift to everyone.
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Gojo placed one hand on the window frame's top.
G: Do you miss me at all?
Utahime parted her lips as if she spotted a ghost. It's been about a year since she's seen him. But it wasn't the only reason her mouth remained open. Gojo was partially leaning against the cabinet, his hand on the top of the window frame, showing off his six-pack abs. She had no idea how muscular he was until now. Because he consistently wore the same sweater, it wasn't noticeable.
G: Enjoying the view, hmm?
Her cheeks heated up when she saw his signature smirk.
She cleared her throat to divert her attention away from him.
U: How did you get into my room?
She may have appeared tough, but she was trembling on the inside.
G: Do you greet me like that, babe--
U: Quiet!
She tossed the pillow at him, but he easily avoided it, making her further enraged. He took a few steps forward, and she took a step back.
U: W-what do you intend to do?
She raised her voice sternly, but Gojo kept moving ahead. She swallowed the lump in her throat quietly. She was nervous since she had no idea what he was thinking.
They were barely one inch apart. Her breath got rough as she felt the heat from him.
U: Don't do anything wrong or I'll kick your balls!
He pretended to be terrified of her. Later, however, he simply laughed at her. He tilted his head sideways and stared at her.
G: You should try harder, Hime.
When she felt his hot breath on her cheeks, she gasped. When he noticed how bright red her cheeks were, he gave her a mischievous smile.
when you first heard that sakusa kiyoomi was an asshole, you doubted it.
you knew he was a germaphobe with fans who wouldn’t know the meaning of boundaries if it hit them in the face, so you dismissed every rumor about him being an absolute asshole. you saw with your own eyes how his face softened when he called his cousin and how he discreetly feeds the stray cats outside the university doors when he thinks no one is looking, so him being an asshole simply seemed… doubtful.
until you got partnered up to do a project with him. immediately, your slight admiration was gradually replaced by pure annoyance.
he refused to meet up in person, which you had accepted easily for the sake of his comfort. then, he refused calls and zoom meetings, insisting you can finish the entire thing over texts, which wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t fucking take hours to reply.
he dismissed all your ideas disrespectfully and insisted his were better, refusing to elaborate on any despite his own demanding. moreover, he forced most of the work on you, insisting that him doing the powerpoint slides was enough.
the last straw was when the night before the final presentation when he nonchalantly sent you a text saying he had lost the flash drive with the presentation, so he was going to re-do it in the fifteen minute gap he had before the lecture started because he was too tired from practice.
seeing red was an understatement for what you felt as you clicked the unsaved contact number, eyes narrowed purely in rage as you gripped your pen so tightly your knuckles turned white.
at the last ring, he picked up, a smooth yet annoyed voice speaking. “i thought i said i don’t do calls.”
“listen here, you fucking brat.” you started, voice warningly low. “i don’t fucking care if you don’t get a wink of sleep, you will fucking finish the presentation today and send me a copy before it hits three in the morning. i kept up with your fucking attitude, your crappy ideas, your late responses and the fact that i basically did the entire fucking work alone with the exception of the presentation, so if we don’t get the full grade and i see a little drop on the 30% this stupid crap is worth, i will personally make sure you won’t live to create another presentation.”
you hung up before he could even think of a response, slamming your phone harshly on the nightstand as you turned your attention back to your laptop. you expected your phone to be buzz with notifications of him throwing a fit, because your expectations were six feet under for him at that point, but there was none.
instead, there was an e-mail sent at 02:59 with a slide show attached. you placed it on your own flash drive, finally feeling the pressure fade ad you shoved everything to one side of the bed and immediately passed out.
the next morning, you walked in a few minutes before the presentation started, thankful you had already distributed what would be said in the presentation days ago as you carefully placed your stuff down, unaware of the way sakusa froze once his gaze landed on you, eyes widening in pure panic.
once you finally glanced over and met his eyes, you offered a flat ‘hi’ and pushed the flashdrive into the computer connected to the projector. he blinked rapidly. “you’re [y/n] [l/n]?”
“obviously.” you responded lowly, face blank as you set the presentation up, turning to him after. “you remember your parts?”
he nodded, seeming very distressed about an unknown fact as he scrunched his face up in frustration, but you ignored it, adjusting the collar of your top as students started piling in.
to your delight, the universe granted your desperate wishes the presentation went smoothly. you earned the full 30% and you were finally very relieved that the nightmare was over as you thanked your professor, quickly grabbing your stuff and walking out.
“wait!”
sucking in a deep breath, you paused in your steps, turning around with your lips pressed together and your eyes narrowed as they landed on sakusa. he stopped a few feet away from you, grimacing slightly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
“i’m sorry.” he started. you raised an eyebrow, unamused, and his eyes drifted to his shoes almost anxiously. “i was a huge jerk, i know.”
“jerk is a little generous.” you muttered. he sighed quietly, his eyes moving anxiously to meet yours again.
“i know. i am very sorry you had to deal with me for the past month and thank you for handling all of this.” he paused, gulping for a second before he spoke again, his next words a mumbled mess that you could barely make out. however, the way the words ran in your head was clear.
you almost dropped your stuff in surprise. thankfully, you managed to tightened your hold on them before they tumble to the ground, blinking twice before you cleared your throat softly. “excuse me?”
even with his mask on, you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of red as he looked everywhere but your eyes.
“can i take you out for coffee as an apology?” he swallowed harshly. “please?”
☆ — nanami x f!reader who sends him nudes while he’s at work. I made a gojo one so I might as well complete the whole crew. toji, geto, sukuna, coming soon!
cw: smut, mdni, nsfw, size difference, daddy kink, hair pulling, spanking, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby, etc), claiming, raw sex, prone bone, dacryphilia, overstimulation, lots of praise, creampie, tummy bulge, oral (reader receiving), edging, fingering, implied second round, backshots
wc: 1.3k (i proofread this one lol)
you let out breathy gasps, nanami’s fingers encircling your sensitive nub. you were so soaked, it's pathetic. he slipped a finger inside you, eyes peering up and watching as your back arched a little, his fingers were rough and thick, loosening you up nicely. “so soft,” he muttered, lowering himself to press a kiss against your clit. his lips encircled your clit, soon dragging his tongue along your entrance before plunging inside your sopping cunt.
you let out a high-pitched whine “nanami… ” you sobbed, hands gripping his hair. he fucked you with his fingers, curling upward to brush against your sweet spot. his tongue and lips working perfectly on your little clit. tears flowed down your face and on the pillow, you bit the inside of your cheek to lower the volume of your moans. “don't hide your moans sweetheart, i wanna hear you,” he commanded and you obeyed, letting go of all restrictions. the way you clenched around his fingers, sucking him in with need, made him eager to feel that around his cock when he’d get to finally shove it in you. he growled at the thought, sucking hard around your clit. “s’too much,” your head rolled around the pillow, the bed smells just like him, suffocating you nicely. he placed your legs on his shoulders, his grip was tight, unable to escape and resist him. his tongue pressed flat and hard up on your clit. “love this perfect lil’ pussy,” he grunted, kissing your clit before dragging his tongue slowly, up and down sloppily. “nanami, i think i’m—mmph,” he kept his steady pace, the tip of his tongue hitting your sweet spot. you were cumming, whimpering loudly. your plump thighs locked around his neck, which he enjoyed, his rough hands gripping your ass and pulling you deeper into his mouth. he didn’t stop, he could eat you out for hours.
he has always been addicted to the way your perfect clit felt on his tongue. “nanami, s-stop,” you pleaded, he planted one last kiss on your clit before rising back up. “you were misbehaving earlier,” he gripped your waist, easily turning you around, your face now against the pillow. “what if someone else saw, hmm?” you shrieked when you felt his huge hand slap your ass. he rubbed your ass to ease the burning sensation. “you belong to me.” he slapped your ass once again, repeating the action he did just now. spanking then rubbing. “your body is for my eyes only. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice sending tingles to your pulsating clit. “yes.” he circled your clit with the head of his cock and you shuddered. “i'm gonna stretch you out now. Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he kissed your nape, and he slowly pushed his fat tip inside, immediately feeling filled. your mouth fell open as he continued to push inside. the stretch was familiar but you felt something was slightly different. “wait..are you wearing a rubber?” nanami was responsible and always made sure that he wore protection. “I was thinking if maybe we could do it bareback today,” he says and your eyes lit up, you’ve always wanted to do it raw, but you respected his wishes. you felt fuller than you ever have before he was even fully inside you. he was nudging against all your favorite spots, his fat tip kissing your cervix. “your lil’ pussy is taking me in so good.” he sighed, he slowly thrusts into you, and he watched carefully as your hole stretched every time he plunge inside you. “faster.” you begged, “did you forget how to address me?” he sucked in a sharp breath. “d-daddy. please?” you sob “more. beg daddy to fuck your pussy a little faster.” he was gradually picking up the pace “please daddy. fuck me faster.” he was now fucking you in a fast pace, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back, kissing your needy lips.
you were a moaning mess now, feeling yourself dripping down to your thighs. you felt so sensitive and stretched, “ohhh yeah,” he groaned softly “d’you hear that baby?” he asked, your pussy squelching loudly, queefing slightly from how fast he was fucking your drenched cunt. “o-oh.” you let out as his finger rubbed your pulsing clit. you were about to cum and he knew since your moans got louder. as you were about to indulge in your orgasm, he pulled out, your hole now clenching around nothing. "W-why’d you stop?” you turned your head to him, eyes filled with tears. “only good girls get to cum from getting fucked.” he proceeded to rub your clit so achingly slow that you groan “p-please daddy? I won't do it again i promise, so let me cum all over your cock, please. hmm?” you pleaded, pushing your hips towards his cock. “you promise?” he asked as he tapped the head of his cock on your glistening and wet slit. “uh-huh.” he jutted his hips in and you gasp, his tip hitting your cervix from the sudden movement. you were a drool-filled mess because of the way he started to fuck you, roughly grabbing both of your hands and pinning them behind you. he used his knee to push the back of your knee, causing you to lose balance and press your chest against the sheets. he forced your head down, panting. he loved the way your little cunt took him in, squeezing around him so good just like he knew you would. you could feel every vein in you, his fat cock straining inside you. his hands slid down to grip your plushy thighs, widening them further open to go deeper inside you. you struggled for air, teary eyes rolling back at the way he began to fuck into you. “m’sorry baby, your tiny pussy’s too good, shit,” he moaned groggily. you didn’t care, you were greedy and grateful to take whatever he gave you. “s-shit..so good…so fuckin’ full,” he muttered curse words mixed with praises.
"can you feel it?” he rubbed your stomach, poking the bulge he keeps on making every time he pounded you. you only nod, eyes rolled back, and unable to form any words. “you do,” he chuckled breathlessly, “no one will be able to fuck you the way i do.” he grunted “your cunt is mine. this perfect, tight fuckin’ cunt is all for me.” he pulled your hair back, dragging his lips all over your neck. your womb definitely took the shape of his enormous cock already, your soaked hole was made for him, and him only. You felt electricity spread in your veins all the way to your brain. his fingers found your aching clit, rubbing and flicking it. “d-daddy..” you called out, “m’gonna cum. can i cum, please?” you pleaded, sniffling and weeping. He only stared at you with amusement, “please let me cum, please.” your begging only turned him on, growing even bigger inside of you. “go ahead, sweetheart.” your body jerked under him, he didn’t care if you were still cumming, he slammed his hand against the headboard above your head, shoving himself deeper inside you, your legs shaking uncontrollably. “good fuckin’ girl.” he fucked you through your orgasm, “keep squeezing me like that and i’ll pump your tiny pretty pussy full of my cum.” you replied by squeezing him even tighter, “alright,” he chuckled “gonna cum baby. gonna pump that pussy full of my cum” he felt his abdomen tightening. “y-yes please, i want your cum spewing inside me,” you whined, biting down hard on the pillow. he leaned close to your back, biting down on your shoulder. his cum suddenly exploded inside of you, filling your pussy up with cream.
he was still hard but he decided to pull out, he was stroking himself to release every last drop of his cum on your back. seeing how tired you look, he thought that maybe you’d want to finally rest. you saw his cock twitching, still standing intimidatingly tall. “I can still keep going.” you tell him and he looked at you with hooded eyes "you sure you can take it?" he arched a brow. “you know I can, daddy.”
