Λβ Β· Β»-β‘β ; been a bit busy! buut i hope u enjoy this little thing i whipped up πΥκ.Β Μ«.κΥπ¦― ΰΎΰ½²ΰΎ
baby has a chewing problem.
her growing pains from teething can only be soothed when her gums are gnawing on something, and despite the numerous teething devices you and zayne have purchased, she has her personal favorites.
#1 zaynes badge/lanyard
anytime the two of you visit zayne for lunch, she reaches to be held by him immediately! there was one time zayne was still wearing his coat, and she grabbed the small badge out of curiosity..only then to chew on her fathers photo 3 seconds later. now anytime she sets her eyes on it she must chew!! heβs learned to sanitize it. it got to a point where you had to make a makeshift lanyard for her with trinkets on that are actually meant for teething. but she refused to use it until zayne added one of his older badges.
#2 zaynes cheek
it started when he was laying on the bed, watching her closely during tummy time. she was laying down on the u-shaped pillow while playing with her toy piano when zayne decided to slide himself closer. he looks up at her with fondness and caresses her cheek out of impulse. she stops and looks over at him, her eyelashes flutter softly- and now his face was getting squished with the surprisingly strong force of two small hands. not only that, she decided he would be the perfect snack! he chuckles as he gently moves his face away, not phased by the slobber. she definitely picked this up from you squishing and biting her and zaynes face out of cuteness aggression. but then her outstretched arms and grubby hands pull his face back closer, her gums meeting the plush of his cheek once again. he sighs and accepts his fate, βiβm being held hostage.β.
and yes she will occasionally chew on yours as well, though she has a preference for zayne. you canβt say you blame herβ¦
#3 zaynes hands
she mostly does this when heβs somewhat distracted. heβll be holding her on the couch, one hand wrapped around her middle and the other laying on the armrest. youβre showing him a clip from the new episode of a show youβve binged when she suddenly leans over slightly to take ahold of his hand. at first she was just tracing his ring, the cold silver immediately catching her attention and- now sheβs gnawing on it. sometimes when sheβs particularly fussy and the pain is much more intense, he will use his evol. the coolness helps to soothe the numbness! though, zayne refrains himself for letting her chew on them too often. mostly worried his evol may one day become erratic or out of control.
β΅ LOVE OVER LOBLAWS ! πΏπ. ππππ
AITA FOR POSING AS A RICH MAN TO PULL A RICH GIRL..?
sum. when toji falls for the hot lady that frequents his shifts at the local grocery store, can his frat brothers help him pose as a rich hot bachelor ? or will you discover his kid & true identity first ? [n]sfw
βbrokie and a baby daddy but you wanna pull y/n? donβt even joke, lad.β
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toji zenin is pretending to stack boxes in the third aisle of the local loblaws.
well, not exactly. toji zenin has his biceps flexing under the weight of crates but his eyes donβt lift to the shelf he places them on. instead his pupils flit to the automatic entrance doors, thick & glass-heavy, before he glances at his watch & back to the door again. 12:30 PM sunday. toji knows you should be here by now.
but youβre not, so tojiβs lip twitches as he stares at the box of freezies in his arms and sighs. itβs pathetic, really. heβs got five more boxes of who-knows-what to arrange before the end of his shift but he canβt fucking focus. his mindβs on your short skirt & pretty laugh & the way your voice goes sweet whenever he pretends to help you look for items while holding your hand between the aisles. toji grunts, shakes his head. focus focus focus.
βtoji.. can you help me reach the olive oil? the cold-pressed one with the pretty label?β
tojiβs head snaps up so fast he almost drops the box of freezies.
itβs youβoh god, itβs you, and youβre looking down at him with those pretty lashes & short skirt & your hands holding a basket behind your back. youβre in those cute kitten heels you had on the first time he saw youβdid you get your nails done? so pretty. youβre so pretty, youβre always so pretty, and tojiβs mouth dries.
he doesnβt say anything because he canβt, because your perfume smells like honey & has his lungs sticking to his throatβbut he slowly stands up anyway. youβre humming to yourself as you pad closer, getting in his way, heel clicking against the tile as he traps you in the aisle.
he reaches up to the glass bottle, and he can see your lashes fluttering up at him. your chest presses against his, and his lip ticks upward.
βyou want this, princess?β he mumbles.
you playfully swat his chest, but your palm doesnβt slide off. youβre caressing his pecs now, teasing. βtoji, give it to me. i have a pasta to make tonight. iβm busy.β
toji chuckles, slipping the bottle into your basket and letting his palm sneak over your waist instead. your hands are still on his pecs, lightly squeezing as you laugh when he tugs you closer. he nuzzles your jaw, murmuring, βonly if i get an invite, sweetheart.β
βweβll see,β you tease as his tongue licks your earlobe. youβre running a thumb over the silver tag on his chest: TOJI. βif youβre good, maybe iβll let you wash the dishes.β
he kisses your neck. βmβalways good for you, baby.β
youβre giggling now, shoving him away with flushed cheeks & a laugh too bright. toji catches your hands, tugging you back with a smile on his face before squeezing your hips. your lips are so glossy. is that the new gloss you bought last week? can he kiss it off?
heβll never know, because heβs holding your hips while you tug at his collar and whisper something he doesnβt care about in his ear. his manager calls his name.
fuck.
toji gives your hips one last squeeze. βgo pay, princess. iβll bag your stuff.β
βyou better.β you huff, spoiled & sweet, and toji can only watch the sway of your hips as you make your way to the register.
youβre a pretty girl with a posh life who will never know lack. tojiβs a 24-year-old whoβs still in college, working odd jobs with a son waiting at home.
in the third aisle of the local loblaws, toji zenin has his hands on his hips and his eyes on the ground. toji zenin will never say it out loud, but he knows he will never, ever, get the girl.
β΅ AT THE FRATHOUSE !
βyou canβt pull someone like y/n, no offense.β
toji wishes suguru wouldnβt spell it out. he already knows, for christβs sake.
in sigma chiβs living room, toji zenin is sprawled out on the center rug while suguru and sato eat on the floor beside him. sato is between getoβs legs with his back against getoβs chest & his toe tickling tojiβs jaw through his socks. suguru is tilting his shawarma for sato to bite from before taking a bite of his own.
satoβs about to dish out an insult of his own when the door swings open. in comes ryomen sukuna, standing in the doorway with bags in his hands and his limbs stretched out like some sort of clown. he bellows, βtherapy fucking sucked today. i still donβt think i need therapy, by the way. watching porn and jerking off is completely normalβfuck you, suguru.β
βmaybe it is,β suguruβs lips are sticky with shawarma sauce, βbut having your dick out in the same room as other people is not.β
βa young man canβt be an exhibitionist? suck my dick, man.β
βoh, iβm not hungry..β
sukuna trudges over tojiβs legs, then plops on the ground opposite sato and suguru. sato throws him the middle finger with a grin. sukuna throws it back. βi brought drinks. toji, whyβre you on the floor? ya need therapy too?β
sato snickers. βtojiβs fallen for a rich girl.β
sukuna snorts, βdonβt even joke, lad.β but suguru and toji arenβt laughing. his brows scrunch. βwaitββ he turns to toji, βyouβre serious?β
toji eyes him. βmind your own business.β
sukuna doesnβt believe in complex schools of thought like βminding your business.β so instead of picking a shawarma for himself and eating in silence, he joins sato and nudges his foot against tojiβs cheek. βdoes she know youβre poor?β
βhey, hey,β geto bites his cheek, βnot too much on him.β
but sukuna continues. βwhat about the kid? does she know you have a son?β
tojiβs jaw only tightens.
sukuna looks at toji in disbelief. then at sato, then suguruβthen shakes his head, laughing. βjesus christ of jollof rice,β he cracks open a beer, βyouβre fucking cooked, bro.β
toji drags his hands over his face. his eyes are hot, for some reason.
suguru sighs, resting his chin on satoβs head as sato munches happily underneath him. βi hate to suggest this, but thereβs a way you can get her to give you a chance.β
sukuna and toji both perk up.
βif she doesnβt know about megβor your, uh, economics,β suguru clears his throat, βthen you keep it that way. she thinks youβre some hot older uni student who works at loblaws for beer money. lean into it.β
sato frowns. βthis sounds like something iβd suggest. so not good, i think.β
suguru pokes his cheek, making satoβs pout grow deeper. βiβm just spit-balling here. itβs obvious you really like her, toji. and megumi needs a mommy.β
βi donβt like her because i want her to play housewife.β
βwe know,β suguruβs smile is affectionate. βthatβs why weβll help you.β
sukuna grunts in agreement. βsounds scummy but it makes sense. if she finds out youβre a baby daddy with no money, sheβll just run back to her range rover.β he takes another swig of his beer. βweβll help you hide your true identity. you just get her hooked enough that when she eventually does find out, she wonβt leave.β
sato nods. βweβll babysit. lend you money. heckβyou can drive my porsche to your dates.β
on the floor, toji zenin is staring towards the ceiling. itβs a stupid plan, his frat brothers are even stupider, and there is no way in hell whoever is up there will actually let things work out in his favor.
but tojiβs desperate. he has been for a long time. so before he can let himself think about it, his lips part to respond.
βalright,β he grunts. βletβs fucking do it.β
SIGMA CHIβS REMARK : DONβT WORRY BRO, WE GOTCHU !
BROKE BOY TACTICS #2: WHOβS YOUR DADDY ?
taught by: sato, sukuna, suguru
βbabysitting a five year old brat. how hard could that be?β
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megumi zenin is tufts of black hair, sleepy blue eyes & a tiny fist in a jar full of gummy worms. heβs slumped against his dadβs thick leg, shoving fistfuls of gummies in his mouth with candy-smeared cheeks & a bored expression on his face.
sato, sukuna and suguru are side-by-side on a straight line.
hands tucked behind their backs & chests puffed out like soldiers. toji clears his throat. βlisten up. iβm going to be gone for exactly two hours. if i come back and the kid has a single scratch on him, iβm throwing all of you into a pond.β
suguru shakes his head, stepping forward to crouch down to megumiβs height. he wipes megumiβs cheeks with a smile. βdon't worry, toji. we've got him. right, little man?β
βhi, uncle sugu,β megumiβs voice is flat but he leans into getoβs palm on his cheek. βare we going to draw today?β
βof course, kiddo. i bought some new crayons just for you.β
toji scoops his son up in his arms, ignoring the way his tiny body writhes towards the gummy worms abandoned on the floor. suguru lifts the jar back to megumi with a smile. sukuna, however, is frowning. βwhy is his face like that.β
βsukuna, do not fight my kid.β
megumi points towards him. βmy daddy calls you a pervert.β
sato bursts out in laughter. suguruβs snickering too, though heβs doing a better job of hiding it. toji drops his son to the ground and crouches to his height. megumi offers him a soggy, wet gummy worm. toji eats it off his palm & pokes his belly.
he rises to his feet. βsuguru is in charge. rest of you, keep your hands off him. iβm leaving.β
megumi waves a sticky hand. βbye, daddy. bring me a cookie.β
βwill do, brat.β and the door shuts with a thud.
ββ
βwe should go to wonderland. you like amusement parks, βgumi?β
megumi zenin has a crayon in his hands, scribbling furiously with a focused expression on his face. heβs seated in getoβs lap, occasionally having suguru hand him a crayon as he perfects his artistic masterpiece. to his right, sato gojo is leaning over the table and talking a mile-a-minute.
megumi answers, scribbling a drawing of what looks like him and his fatherβDADDY AND ME. βiβve never been to an amusement park.β
βwhat?β sato slams his palm on the table, distraught. βwhat kind of kid has never been to an amusement park?!β
βmy father is poor.β
βoh,β sato shrinks. βfairs.β
suguru lets out a fond huff, burying his nose in megumiβs hair to hide the fact that heβs shaking from laughter. sato looks crushed by guilt. βi canβt take this anymore, suguru.β he clutches his chest. βweβre going to the apple store and getting him an ipad pro right now.β
suguru raises a brow. βtoji said no screens. and either way, i wonβt let you turn him into an ipad kid.β
megumi slumps against getoβs chest. βi want a blue gatorade.β
βiβll get it for you, buddy,β suguru smiles before kissing his cheek, easing him off his lap. βdonβt let sato teach you about investment and stocks while iβm gone, okay?β
sato has his chin on the table, defeated. and just as suguruβs back turns into the kitchen, sukuna saunters in, steps heavy, palm curled around a blue bottle ofβis that the last gatorade?!
sukuna cracks the plastic seal, taking a slow, heavy swig of the drink while staring right at the five year old. megumiβs tiny brows furrow. βthatβs mine. uncle sugu said i could have it.β
βwell,β sukuna licks his lips, slow. βuncle suguβs not the king of this house.β he takes another gulp, throwing his head back with a refreshed ahhhhhh. megumi frowns, lips tight.
and then he screams.
βuncle sugu! mister pervertβs being mean again!β
sukuna chokes on his gatorade. βwho the hell are you calling mister pervert, you little bratββ
sato jumps over the table to hold back sukuna before he can strangle the five-year-old. suguru runs out of the kitchen in alarm, quickly scrambling to hold back sukunaβs wrath alongside sato.
megumi only blinks at the display. three grown men bickering and shoving over gatorade. hell, heβs not so sure he even wants it anymore.
he sighs, reaching across the table to pick up satoβs iphone. he dials his dadβs number, palm smushed into his cheek as he watches suguru smack sukuna for his bad behavior.
β΅ AT THE DATE !
in the local coffee shop, your lashes are fluttering & the sunlight kisses your skin as you stare out the window.
toji zenin has his heart in his throat. his hands are in his pockets but his ribs are cracked against his chest, and the sight of you pouting out the window has his mouth drying with want. he strolls over regardless, posture lazy, steps cool, because toji zenin is a man who can only have pride when he pretends.
βhi, princess,β he slides into the booth seatβnext to you, not across, because heβs been thinking about the feel of your waist in his hands since last thursdayβand his ankle hooks around yours on autopilot.
βhi,β you smile, leaning into his side as he kisses your hair. toji takes your palm in his. your fingers are so dainty. fuck.
βyou look nice today,β you hum. βwho are you trying to impress?β
your lashes are batting up at him, but toji manages to keep his cool. his smirk is lazy & gorgeous. βyou, obviously.β
toji wonders how you can let him touch you so casually. even now heβs nibbling your ear as you talk about something from classβa lazy professor or something else, itβs hard to listen when your thumb brushes his jaw while you speakβand tojiβs mind wanders. heβs kissing your neck now, thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs as your breath hitches between words, and toji wonders why you havenβt yet flinched in disgust.
he doesnβt dwell on it too long, though. he knows the topic will only get him down.
so he kisses your neck as you laugh and swat him away, telling him heβs distracting you from your story. you never push him off, though, and your thighβs on his lap now.
but all good things must come to an end.
tojiβs phone buzzes.
loud & obnoxious. SATO, his screen reads. he quickly swipes it away. βsorryβ¦just spam.β
βspam?β you poke his bicep, grinning. βor is your little side piece getting impatient?β
βdonβt have a side piece, baby,β he murmurs into your cheek. βonly want you.β
1 NEW FACETIME AUDIO CALL : SATO π€‘
his phone has been buzzing for ages now. you sigh, crossing your arms & clearly annoyed. βtoji, just answer it. what if itβs an emergency?β
youβre right, he should answer it, because if anything happened to megumi, heβd fucking flip. he bites his lip, βone second, princess.β
he presses his phone to his ear, but megumiβs voice greets him instead.
βdaddy! uncle kunaβs trying to kill me because of blue gatorade!β
tojiβs eyes widen. from the corner of his eye, he can see you inching closer, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to listen in.
in the background of the call he can hear sato shrieking. βsuguruβ! use the spatula! use the spatula! sukuna stopββ
youβre blinking at him, inching closer to his bicep on the table. βdaddy? whoβs calling you daddy?β
tojiβs soul leaves his body.
βdaddy, are you coming home soon? uncle suguβs spanking him now. itβs very loudββ
he ends the call before you can hear any more.
βdo you have a son?β
tojiβs breathing stutters. youβve inched away from him now, lips bent in a frown, brows furrowed, expression curiousβor cautious, toji canβt really tell. and it pains him to lie to you, but what else can he say when youβve already shifted your thigh off his lap?
βnah,β he answers too fast. βitβs my nephew.β
toji reaches out to thumb your cheek, but you donβt relax into his palm. βthink he meant to call my brother, not me.β
he tugs your bottom lip as you speak. βi didnβt know you had a brotherβ¦β
βthereβs a lot you donβt know about me, princess,β he leans in to kiss the corner of your lips, because he knows he doesnβt deserve any more than that. your pout deepens.
βwe can change that though,β he lies, smiling. βwanna get dessert?β
SATOβS REMARK : NICE SAVE, TOJI ! AND MY BADβHAHA !
BROKE BOY TACTICS #3: BLEACH !
taught by: geto suguru, toru gojo
βinviting her over already? weβve gotta scrub this place clean, then.β
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toji zenin has one hour to make it seem like megumi doesnβt exist.
geto suguru is scrubbing the bathrooms. toru gojo has somehow been roped into this predicament and is scrubbing away in the kitchen. in the living room, toji zenin is picking up cheerios from the rug, phone in his ear with sukuna on the line.
βhi daddy,βmegumiβs voice is flat through the speaker. βuncle kunaβs being nice to me today.β
βthatβs great, kiddo. can you put him back on the phone?β
βyo,β sukunaβs voice crackles through.
βif anything happens to my son, i will spread your ass cheeks and sprinkle paprika in the hole.β
βoh.β
βyeah,β toji shifts the phone in his neck. βmake sure he has a good time at that amusement park. and donβt let sato spoil him too much.β
βheyyy toji!β satoβs voice crackles through the speaker. toji sighs before grunting back a hello. βkeep megumi safe, got it?β
toji says his goodbyes. just as he clicks the end button, toru gojo pads into the living room, glasses tilting off his face & slipping rubber gloves off his hands. βall done in the kitchen. remind me why weβre deceiving this poor lady again?β
toji picks up a gummy worm tucked under the rug and cringes. βbecause she wouldnβt look twice at a broke guy with a kid.β
toru softens, adjusting his glasses. βyou donβt know that. have you tried telling her?β
βno.β
βwhy not?β
"because,β he picks up another gummy worm hidden under the couch, glaring at it before throwing it away. "because every time someone finds out about megumi, they look at me different. like i'm a burden. like he's a burden."
toru purses his lip. heβs watching as toji ducks under the couch, picking out stray bits of cereal and snacks and other things that make tojiβs nose scrunch up in disgust.
toru shakes his head, taking off his glasses to set them on the counter. βbut you donβt know if sheβs like that.β
βi know i canβt lose her before i even have her.β
toru purses his lip. tojiβs voice came out too tight.
β΅ SHOW TIME !
when toji opens his front door, youβre in a too-short dress and thereβs moΓ«t & chandon in your hands.
god, youβre gorgeous. and toji really needs to stop thinking that. needs to stop saying it in his head before he slips up and says it out loud with a tone he canβt take back.
βhi,β you tilt your head, batting your lashes in that way that makes him stupid. βyou gonna keep standing there? or are you gonna take this bottle off my hands?β
ah, right. toji reaches for the bottle but you pull it back. he raises a brow.
βsay βplease pretty girl, may i have the wine?ββ
youβre still peering up at him, hugging the bottle of wine to your chest, teasing smile on your glossy lips. toji leans against the doorframe. arms crossed, dark eyes raking over your hips, plush thighs, pretty waist. fuck.
his lips twitch, βiβm not saying that.β
βaww,β you pout, glossy and spoiled. βguess i have to turn back home and drink this expensive wine all by myself.β you turn, and toji bites his cheek because your dress has ridden up to give him the perfect view of your ass. so soft. he canβt wait to squeeze it.
βiβm gonna be so lonelyβ¦β your back is still turned to him, voice wistful. βand i came all the way over here, too. iβm so upset.β
toji doesnβt let you take another step.
you squeal as he scoops you up with a grunt, arms snaking over your waist & under your thighs to lift you bridal style. you squeeze the bottle of wine in your arms, eyes shut tight as you giggle while he kicks the door shut. βtoji! put me down!β
careful what you wish for.
toji drops you to his couch with a thud. you land with a breathless laugh, dress bunched up to your hips & he can see the print of your panties. your hair is fanned out, and the bottle of wine is pressed to your stomach. youβre giggling, eyes bright, and god. you look so fucking gorgeous all laid out for him. tojiβs jaw ticks.
he climbs over you, pressing his warm body down until the wine digs into your stomach. his eyes are dark. hungry.
βplease, pretty girl,β he murmurs, breath hot, lips teasing your neck. βmay i have the wine?β
oh.
your breath hitches. you stare up at him, cheeks hot, eyes wide, thighs squeezing together in anticipation. but youβre a bad girl, so you donβt give toji zenin what he wants just yet.
your smile falters, but you tilt your head. βthought you werenβt gonna say it?β
he grins, pressing a hot kiss underneath your ear. βand i thought you were leavinβ.β
you let out a shaky gasp as toji licks a hot stripe up your neck. heβs filthyβbig hands gripping your hips to keep you pinned to the couch, squeezing you hard each time you moan and buck yourself into him. his breath is hot against your neck, sucking and kissing and teasing, the occasional nip when you whimper just the way he likes.
his weight presses the wine harder into your stomach. you gasp, βtoji, the wineββ
βhold it, baby.β
your eyes squeeze shut as his kisses trail further down your neck, tummy fluttering as heat pools between your thighs. his thumb on your hip sinks under the silk of your panties, and you whine his name before he shushes you with a sweet kiss to your cheek.
toji doesnβt kiss you on the lips. the lips are too honest, and toji is not.
youβre still clutching the bottle, chest heaving as toji presses your hips deeper, deeperβ
βow!β
toji freezes.
in truth, toji zenin has never been a gentle man. his body is too big and his hands are too rough, and life itself has never treated him gently, nor given him much reason to be gentle towards others. but as toji hovers over you, limbs frozen in alarm, his stomach canβt help but twist with disgust. said body and rough hands have crushed something soft yet again.
βdid i hurt you?β his voice comes out weird. βdollβlook at me. you okay?β
βiβm fine,β you wince, cheeks flushed as you try to steady your breathing. you twist your leg slightly, sliding your fingers down into the sofa cushion where something sharp poked at you. βsomething... something poked my leg.β
you pull out a tiny, red brick.
you blink. βa lego?β
for the second time this evening, toji freezes.
he takes it from your hand, flicking it away. he lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck, and lowers himself back to your chest. βthat what you stopped me for, princess?β he mutters coolly, like his heart isnβt beating in his throat. βhad me so worried, baby.β
βtoji, why do you have a lego?β
he kisses your jaw, βmy nephewβs.β
ah, that makes sense. you hug his neck tighter, giggling as he slips the wine off your belly & onto the floor. he presses yet another kiss to your neck, warm & sweet, and you let your chin rest on his shoulder as he loves you with gentler hands.
but then you see it.
on the metal door of the kitchen fridge, past a jar of gummy worms and a poorly placed broom, a banana-shaped magnet is there.
and right under it, a scribbled drawing. the messy figure of a man with spiky hair, and a smaller, more spiky-haired boy.
DADDY AND ME.
your body goes still.
tojiβs hands are on your hips, thighs, waistβbut his touch suddenly itches. the warmth has gone cold.
βtoji,β you whisper. βwho drew that?β
toji doesn't move. his eyes slowly follow your gaze to the fridge, and the panic in his eyes is unmistakable. the lie slips out of his mouth before his brain can even catch up to it.
βsociology project,β he breathes. βdevelopmental regression. drew it with my left hand.β
βyour left handβ¦β
your voice trails off as toji sinks his lips back to your neck.
toji zenin does not study sociology.
TORUβS REMARK : YOU CANβT FOOL HER FOREVER.
BROKE BOY TACTICS #4: LEAN INTO THE LARP !
taught by: sato gojo
βyou canβt pull up to a date in an uber. take my porscheβyouβre a rich guy now.β
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itβs late, and three floors down, toji zenin has his hands on his hips, staring at satoβs sleek black porsche in disbelief while his tie itches at his neck. three floors up, in tojiβs crappy apartment, the gangβs all there.
megumi has a blanket pulled up to his chin, seated on the couch next to suguru. sukuna is lounging on the floor with his back against said couch. sato is flipping through TV stations. the light in the room is dim, and sato snickers at something sukuna says before tossing him the remote.
βwhy does everyone always leave me?β
the trio freeze.
megumiβs expression is flat. heβs staring into the tvβs glow, but his eyes are soulless and empty. suguru hesitatesβbut then he rests a hand on megumiβs hair. βwhat do you mean, kiddo?β
βdaddyβs always leaving now,β megumi closes his eyes, rigid against the couch cushions. βhe never spends time with me anymore. heβs acting like my mommy did.β
the three boysβ hearts crack right down the middle.
theyβre staring at each other now, the weight of megumiβs words on their shoulders. how do they tell a little boy that the reason his father has been less presentβand is also not present tonightβis because heβs currently trying to hide his childβs existence to impress a woman? and that theyβre all helping him?
sato speaks first. too quick, too fast.
βheβs just been busy,β he croaks out. βheβs been picking up new shifts. heβs working really hard.β
βyeah,β sukuna agrees. βheβs working hard. to take care of you, meg.β
megumi stares into the tv screen. getoβs hand is still heavy on his head, and his body is limp and his eyes are heavy.
βi know.β megumi mutters. βheβs my hero.β
suguru bites his lip. βyou know what, meg? why donβt we draw something? a new picture for your dad?β
megumiβs eyes flit to the kitchen fridge. DADDY AND ME. the picture is still there, but the paper is crinkled and damp now. as if someone threw it away with heavy eyes, then somehow thought better of it.
megumi nods, βyeah.β
βokay, buddy. iβll go get the crayons.β
βiβll get the paper!β
βand iβllβ¦ uh. you want a gatorade, kid?β
the three adults go after the various items. megumi takes one last look at his drawing on the fridge, and then he slips off the couch and pads away.
β΅ SHOW TIME !
toji zenin is a man who can only have pride when he pretends.
so today, he pretends the sleek black porsche parked outside your house is his. he pretends heβs not wearing satoβs luxury cologne, that his tie isnβt secondhand, that the cuff of his suit isnβt too tight on his wrist and that the guilt in his mouth doesnβt taste like his blood.
heβs gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turn white.
when you open the car door, you look like a dream.
your lips are glossy, always glossy, but itβs a different shade of shimmer tonight. your hair is loose all over your shoulders, heels clicky, dress black and matching the shade of satoβs car. toji stares, jaw slack as you slide into the passengerβs seat. the words in his throat have turned into bile.
βHi.β you blink at him.
βHi.β
he canβt say much else, and he really ought to but he canβt, so instead he only watches as you huff and click your seatbelt in place. toji licks his lips, turns back to the wheel. says a quick prayer to a god he doesnβt believe in. βyou look gorgeous.β
you donβt respond.
the car starts with an expensive growl. it makes toji wince, and he hopes you donβt notice. heβs practiced starting the car three times so he can pretend heβs used to it. he isnβt, and heβll never be.
he pulls onto the streets, eyes frantically scanning the road as his pulse drums in his teeth.
βtoji?β you say, eyes trained ahead of you, voice flat.
βyeah, baby?β
βwhere are we going?β
tojiβs fingers drum on the steering wheel. he turns right at the fork. βsomewhere nice,β his voice is strained. βsomewhere you deserve to be.β
he lets his right hand shift to the center console, trying to bridge the gap. his hand is sweating, maybe. you glance at it. glance away.
you peer out the window, head against the edge, watching the lights blur through the glass. βi feel like iβm sitting in a museum,β you murmur, quiet. βeverything feels curated. including you.β
he swallows. βiβm trying to make tonight special.β
βspecialβ¦β you trail off, lashes fluttering as you stare out the window.
βi donβt know who you are, zenin.β
tojiβs head aches. and so does his chest, violent and sharp and stabbing. heβs a liar, a con artist, a selfish man with rough hands and a son waiting at home. ohβmegumi. his phoneβs been buzzing in his pocket for a while now. howβs megumi?
βiβm just a guy,β he chooses to say. βa guy who likes you.β
βdo you? or is that just part of the exhibit?β
maybe there really is a god watching, because before toji can respond something makes a sound.
heβs not sure what, honestly, but heβs quick to capitalize on it. he needs the air. toji turns into an empty street to park. he unbuckles his seat belt, leans over a bit. βstay in the car, okay?β
you only nod, and tojiβs throat curls with guilt.
the night air is cool on his skin. he opens the car bonnetβcareful, as careful as a man like him can beβpretending to scan the engines for a possible source of the noise. he doesnβt find anything wrong, and he knew he wouldnβt, but he holds up the bonnet and pretends to check anyways.
three minutes pass before he returns to the car.
three minutes of toji zenin teaching himself how to breathe. the same way he does when megumi shuts down even though he thinks the steps are corny. having a kid really changes you, doesnβt it?
megumi. he looks at his watch, 9PM. his boy should be in bed by now.
the buzzing from his phone has stopped. he should check it now, but youβre still waiting. still beautiful. still hurt.
so toji slams the hood shut. sucks in a breath and slides back into the driverβs seat. youβre staring at him as he buckles his seatbelt.
βtoji,β your voice is careful. βdo you have anything you want to tell me?β
yes. i work three jobs and iβm drowning in student loans. i got a girl pregnant when i was eighteen, and she left me when i turned twenty-one. i have a boy whoβs five-and-a-half and heβs the only good thing i have left. and iβm sorry i lied, but i didnβt want you to leave me before i could love you and iβm sorry, and iβm sorry again, and you deserve better, and iβm sorry.
βno,β toji lies.
you purse your lips. βokay.β
the engine roars back to life. and toji is sweating, and the date feels over before itβs even started, and his pulse is too loud andβ
βdaddy?β
tojiβs blood runs cold.
in the backseat of satoβs porsche, megumi zenin is there, body tucked under a blanket and rubbing his eyes. he slips off the seat and stumbles towards the console, still rubbing at his face. βhi, daddy.β
toji zenin can only stay frozen as megumi wraps his smaller arms around his neck.
he tries to speak, fingers twitching as they hover over his sonβs back. βmegumiβhey, buddyβwhatβre you doing here?β
megumi buries his nose into his fatherβs neck. βi didnβt want to be alone again.β
toji bites his lip. he can feel your eyes boring into him, and he nervously scrambles. βheyβyouβre never alone, buddy. where are your uncles? come here.β
he lifts megumi into his lap, avoiding your gaze.
βis this your son?β
tojiβs mouth dries.
he could say itβs his nephew, make up some lie about him referring to both him and his βbrotherβ as dad, but god. youβre already looking at him with something he doesnβt have the vocabulary to name, and tojiβs jaw aches.
βyes,β he sucks in a breath. βthis is my son, megumi.β
he brushes megumiβs hair back, taking his little fist away from his face so he stops rubbing at his eyes. βmeg, say hi to the pretty lady.β
βhi, pretty lady.β
megumi waves a small hand, then collapses against his fatherβs stomach.
you force a smile and flick your eyes back up to toji.
βi think you should take me home.β
???βs REMARK : YOU CANβT LARP YOUR WAY INTO BEING LOVED !
BROKE BOY TACTICS #5: EMBRACE YOUR ECONOMICS !
taught by: nanami kento, megumi zenin.
βmaybe she doesnβt hate you. maybe she hates that you thought so little of her you felt the need to live a lie.β
ΣΧ
itβs a new day, and toji zenin is laden with old burdens.
heβs slumped against his bedroom wall, phone pressed to his ear with megumi on his stretched out legs. megumi has a red & green colored hand in another jar full of gummy worms. toji makes a mental note to hide it better next time.
βyou didnβt just lose the date,β nanamiβs voice cuts through the speaker, flat and professional as always. βyou insulted her intelligence. made her out to be a shallow woman whoβd only care about you if you had money in your bank account.β
toji stares at the ceiling. then at megumi, whoβs about to eat a gummy worm off the floor. he flicks it away. βshe looked at me like i was trash, nanami.β
βshe looked at you like you were a liar,β nanami corrects. βwhich you are.β
nanami sighs, breath sending a crackle through the speaker. all he wanted to do was spend his afternoon reading his new favorite BL, doukyuusei, but once again the shenanigans of his friends have interrupted his peace.
βtoji, youβre a smart man. and she sounds like a smart woman. i doubt sheβd lose interest because you have a sonβi believe she hates that you lied to her.β
megumi takes a worm and makes it crawl through tojiβs lips. itβs cold, but toji chews and swallows anyways. βi need to apologize.β
βyes,β toji can hear a page flip. βand quickly. i have to attend to other matters now, but say hi to megumi for me.β
the line goes dead, and toji drops his hand to the floor.
megumi chews a gummy worm. then he takes it out of his mouth, frowns at it, then eats it again. βdaddy, are you mad at me?β
toji frowns. βfor what?β
βi ruined your date,β megumi looks into the jar of worms, frowning, then back at his dad. βwith auntie.β
toji looks at his son. at his candy smeared cheeks, sticky hands, black spikes of hair and sugar in his teeth. megumi looks just like him. heβs always known it, but heβs growing to look more and more like his father every day.
βyou didnβt ruin anything,β he murmurs, pulling his son into his chest. βyouβve never ruined anything in your life.β
he pats megumiβs hair, head thrown back. βiβm sorry, meg.β
five-year-old megumi zenin has already lost interest. heβs more focused on getting the red and blue gummy in the sea of yellow-green ones, small hand grabbing fistfuls of worms before dropping them back. he doesnβt know his father is sorry, sorry for everything, for trying to erase his existence to impress a woman and for bringing him into this world knowing he will never be able to give him the future he deserves.
megumi retrieves the red and blue gummy worm. his favorite flavor. he blinks at it once, twice.
then he turns to his dad. lifts the gummy worm on his palm to his face.
toji zenin eats it right off.
β΅ SHOW TIME !
megumi zenin is in his best clothes: baby blue button-up from suguru. a white top with a red race car that sukuna had got him for his birthday. light up skechers from uncle sato. toji had tried to get him to wear normal shoes, but megumi shut that down quickly. he wanted to be seen.
you no longer frequent the local loblaws.
and it breaks tojiβs heart, actually. you havenβt blocked him just yet, thank god, so toji thinks you might not yet hate him completely. that he might still have a chance.
call him a weirdo, but heβs been to almost every grocery store nearby.
no frills, sobeys, you name it. and now, at 12:30PM sunday, toji zenin is in his car with his son, watching you load groceries into the backseat with a pout on your lips. like youβre above this. like you need a big, strong man to offer his help. and tojiβs chest aches. because he could be that man, you know. if youβd let him.
toji slips out of the car. megumi hops out too.
he stops just a few feet behind you, watching you mutter curses as you haul a carton of juice. tojiβs lip twitches. then he pulls megumi along.
βlet me help.β
you blink as toji comes out of seemingly nowhere to save the day. he lifts everything out of your cart and into your car, never breaking a sweat. truthfully, your groceries arenβt even that heavy. heβs not sure why you were struggling, but he thinks itβs so fucking cute.
he lets you click your remote to close the boot shut. then he turns to you: βi owe you an apology.β
you tilt your head. βdo you?β
he squeezes megumiβs hand in his own to ground himself. βi lied because i was scared,β he admits, and you never thought youβd hear toji and βscaredβ in the same sentence. βyouβre a pretty girl from a nice family who spends my rent money on groceries,β he breathes. βand i want you, bad. and i thought if you saw meβthe me who lived paycheck to paycheck and has nothing except this little brat,β he raises megumiβs hand, βyouβd leave before i even got a chance.β
he shifts his hand to megumiβs head. βitβs fucking stupid, i know. but this is my son,β he ruffles megumiβs hair. βsay hi, kid.β
βhi, auntie.β
your gaze shifts away from toji, and drops to the little boy beside him. megumi is apple cheeks, dark, messy hair and nervous feet shifting on the pavement. he looks like his dad, and the sight makes your heart melt.
βhi, baby boy.β you crouch down to his height. βi love your shirt. do you wanna come here?β
megumi nods. he abandons his fatherβs side to let you scoop him up in your arms.
toji frowns.
megumiβs a shy kid. or not shyβawkward. he canβt make eye contact with kids his age, his tone is too flat, and his eyes are always bored. he doesnβt like to be touched by people he isnβt familiar with, and heβs very quick to say no to what he doesnβt like or want. so toji can only watch, brows knit in confusion, as megumiβs fist curls over your necklace and he lets you press a kiss to his cheek.
βhi, auntie,β megumi collapses into your shoulder, fist still gripping your necklace. βi did a very good job.β
βso good, baby,β you kiss his hair, grinning. βiβm gonna buy you all the gummies in the world.β
megumi blushes from the affection. he shifts his head over your shoulder so all you can see is his pink chubby cheek.
βwhat the hell is happening?β
βdaddyβs a big dummy,β megumi mutters into your shoulder. βthe biggest,β you agree.
tojiβs frown deepens, and you laugh. βiβve already met megumi, silly.β
toji blinks. heβs about to ask how, but you beat him to it: βremember when you got out of the car? megumi woke up in the backseat,β you kiss his ear softly, and megumiβs blush deepens. βwe had a long chat about you, toji. and i asked him to pretend weβve never met, and go back to sleep in the car.β
you watch megumi, fond. his fingers curling deeper into your necklace, his eyes shy and staring behind you. βi canβt believe youβve been keeping this little angel from me. youβre a monster, toji.β
βdummy monsterβ¦β megumi mutters. you kiss his cheek again and he hides.
toji thinks about it. to megumi referring to you as auntie back in the apartment. fuck. he didnβt think too much of it, but perhaps he shouldβve.
βso? you two were testing me, or some shit?β
you shift a hand from megumiβs back to your hip. βno attitude, mister. iβm still mad at you,β your frown, and then your shoulders drop. βdid you really think you had to fake having money to impress me? picking me up in a porsche when iβve already seen your crappy apartment?β
you stroke megumiβs hair. βand lying about meg,β your expression goes soft, sad. βhave you apologized to him?β
βyeah,β megumi tugs your necklace. βhe told me sorry.β
you smile at him, then kiss his little fist. βthatβs great, baby. you deserve an apology. and iβm sorry as well, for taking away your time with your father.β
megumi pats your face, voice flat. βi forgive you.β
you giggle, pinching his cheek, and toji can only stare in disbelief.
megumiβs cheeks are pink from your kisses, little fingers curled tight around your necklace while you sway him absentmindedly against your chest. his light-up skechers blink every time his feet kick against your thighs. youβre smiling at him like heβs heaven as a boy, and megumiβquiet, awkward, megumiβis hiding his face in your shoulder because heβs shy.
how greedy.
how greedy of toji zenin to pick out cheerios from between couch cushions like trying to erase evidence of a crime scene. how greedy of him to scrub crayon off his walls, peel gummies off his floors and hide away his son with other people he canβt truly call family. how greedy of him to rip his sonβs drawing off the fridge, only to put it back again later because he canβt even be greedy right.
how greedy of toji zenin to hide the only good thing in his life away; all because he wanted yet another good thing: you.
he wanted your pretty laugh in his apartment. wanted your heels by the front door, wanted your perfume in his sheets and your voice mixed with megumiβs cartoons on saturday mornings. toji zenin wanted everything.
now his everything was shoving his chubby hand in the face of his other everything to keep from getting attacked by kisses. but he was smiling. megumi zenin was smiling, and blushing, and laughingβand toji thinks about how he hasnβt seen megumi this childish in a while.
his heart aches.
βiβm sorry.β
sorry for what? he knows what heβs sorry for, but the words have failed him again, so he can only watch. watch as you tilt your head the way you always do, before megumi glances at you and tilts his head back at him the same way. oh god.
ββgumi, do we forgive daddy?β
βyeah,β megumiβs feet kick. his shoes light up, red and blue. βif he stops hiding my gummies.β
toji wonβt hide his gummies anymore. hell, heβll never hide anything again in his life.
and maybe megumi senses the guilt on his fatherβs shoulders, because he squirms his tiny body for you to set him down and dashes so hard into his fatherβs legs that he knocks his forehead against his knee. βowβ¦β
toji snorts, crouching. βwhat are you doing, kid.β but heβs scooping megumi into his arms anyways. you pad closer, grin cheeky, and poke megumi on his side.
βhow about we go shop for some gummy worms?β
BONUS β Y/N AND MEGβS FIRST MEET !
βwho are you?β
the voice makes you jolt. youβre staring at your hands in the passengerβs seat of tojiβs rentedβno, probably borrowedβporsche, blinking away tears in your eyes when a tiny voice speaks behind you.
you whip your head around so fast your neck aches.
and standing there is a little boy, tiny, maybe four or five, rubbing away sleep from his eyes. his hair comes in tufts of black, and his eyes are blue, and oh my god he looks just like his father.
toji.
megumi is rubbing his eyes harder now. your heart melts.
βhi, baby,β you coo, patting away your own tears on your lashes. βiβm friends with your daddy. whatβs your name?β
βiβm megumi,β he sniffles, yawns. βmy friends call me meg. but i donβt have any friends.β
oh. βhi, meg. whatβre you doing here? did your dad leave you home alone?β
you hope he says no, because you know tojiβs been hiding somethingβsomeone from you, but he wouldnβt go that far. at least, you hope he wouldnβt.
βno, my uncles are at home,β he says sleepily. and you hover your hands over his face in silent permission. he blinks at your hands, sniffles again, before nodding to let you brush his hair back from his face. βi wanted to see daddy. he left for work.β
work? no he didnβt. toji zenin is outside, lifting the bonnet of a car he knows is too good to call his. βdid he tell you he was going to work, meg?β
βno, but i know he is. he works for us. he wears the tie and he goes away.β
βoh, babyβ¦β
toji zenin is a liar. a liar with a handsome face, and warm touch, and words that make your head dizzy. and you should be mad, really. you are, but the sight of this little boy with a face like his fatherβs only makes your heart ache.
you want to ask questions: who are your uncles? where were you when i came over? is your mother still in the picture?
but megumi zenin is blinking sleepily as you caress his cheek, leaning into your touch with a sigh.
βmegumi, do you wanna make a deal?β
βwhat kind of deal?β megumi tries to rub his eyes, but you ease his fist away.
βa super simple one. your daddyβs been acting really strange, right? to you and me,β you pat his cheek. βall you have to do is act like weβve never met, and iβll give you anything you want.β
megumi thinks very hard. then he asks, βare you the lady daddy wants to impress?β
you blink. βwhat do you mean?β
βi heard him on the phone with uncle sugu,β megumi rests his head against your leather car seat. βhe said he likes a nice lady. said he wants to be a better man for her.β he rubs his eye. βthen he started leaving me. whereβs daddy? i wanna talk to daddy.β
βoh, meg,β your heart breaks. βcome here, baby.β
megumi hesitates, but then he lets you pull him into a hug. his hands are limp by his sides, but he pats your back once before his tiny hand slips away. βauntie, why are you crying?β
your shoulders shake over him. you sniffle, βdonβt worry about it, meg. and your daddyβs gonna come back soon, okay? and he wonβt leave you alone anymore. iβll make sure of it.β
megumi pulls back. βyou promise?β
you cup his cheeks. βi promise. go back to sleep, okay?β
EPILOGUE !
on the couch of tojiβs crappy apartment, megumi zenin is curled into his fatherβs side, gummy worms in his mouth as he presses his sticky hands to the screen of his brand new ipad pro. a shiny gift from his loving uncle sato, who bought him the device despite suguru and tojiβs wishes.
megumi offers his father a gummy worm. βwhen is auntie coming?β
toji eats it off his palm. βsoon, kid,β he clicks his tongue. βswear you like her more than me now.β
megumi picks out five gummy worms from the jar, then lines them up on his ipad screen for convenience. βnah, i like daddy the most.β
toji softens.
all toji can see right now is the top of his little boyβs head, his tiny nose poking out and his chubby little cheeks. the ipad screen is sticky and candy smearedβmuch like megumiβs handsβand on the screen is a video of a teacup in a ballet dressβballerina cappucina?βgetting married to a little espresso man wearing a ninja bandana. toji frowns. the video gives him flashbacks to his days of working as skai jacksonβs personal AI prompt writer. he shivers.
toji shakes his head. βmeg, you know iβm never leaving, right?β
βi know,β megumi groans. βyou told me a billion times yesterday!β
βquit whining,β toji murmurs, pulling his son into his lap. megumi reaches for his jar of gummy worms, and toji tugs it closer. βjust wanted to remind you.β he mumbles.
megumi slumps against his fatherβs chest. soft, distracted, satisfied. βyou donβt need to say sorry anymore. i forgive you.β
toji kisses his hair, burying his face in the dark strands. he sighs, βthanks, kiddo.β
βββ
when the doorbell rings, toji zenin is already half-asleep.
the soundβand megumiβs accidental jab of his elbow against his stomachβwakes him right up. toji smooths his hair, rubs the sleep from his eyes. then he turns to tell megumi to go wash his sticky hands, then decides not to.
he sucks in a breath and opens the door.
βhi, pretty.β
βmove. iβm not here for you.β
you shove at his chest and push your way into the apartment, and on the couch to the right megumi zenin is there, ipad in hands and cheeks sticky and looking up at you with big, blue eyes.
βauntie?β
βoh, my baby!β
you scoop him off the couch and into your arms, and megumi clutches your shoulders tight as you attack him with kisses on his forehead, cheeks, everywhere. tojiβs eye twitches in disbelief. βare we serious?β
βoh, youβre still here,β you glance over at him, bored. βmeg and i are gonna make cookies today. mind being a doll and fetching the ingredients from the car?β you toss him your car keys.
toji looks at the keys in his hands. then you, who is cooing silly things that make megumi blush and bury his head in your neck.
toji pads over to you, slow. βi wanted to see you.β
you ignore his hands snaking around your hips. you turn your nose up at him, βand now, you have.β
βyou still mad at me?β
of course youβre still mad. maybe not as mad as you were a week ago, but still upset. that he lied. that he thought so little of you that he went out of his way to sculpt a whole other life and hide away the little angel in your arms. but tojiβs hands are still heavy on your hips. his voice is warm in your ear. and he apologized, you know. in the parking lot that day. at your house on monday, holding a bouquet of half-dead flowers and wearing a rented suit that went to waste because you refused to go out with him anyway. he sent you an hour long voicemail apologizing. you listened to it all on the way here.
toji zenin is such a sap.
he acts like he isnβt, though. but he is, and you feel it in how he presses his lips to your neck, over and over and over again. iβm sorry iβm sorry iβm sorry.
megumi shoves his fatherβs lips away. βdaddy stop.β
you laugh, nuzzling megumiβs cheek. βheβs such a dummy, isnβt he meg? do you think i should forgive him?β
βyeah,β megumi mutters, collapsing into your neck. βhe said sorry a billion times to me yesterday. daddyβs really sorry for everything.β
βaww. daddyβs so cute when heβs sorry, isnβt he?β
toji is glaring at you. you can only giggle and press a kiss to his jaw, and his eyes widen a bit in surprise. you cup his jaw and press another one to his cheek. just one more, because youβd be lying if you said you hadnβt missed him as well.
βi forgive you, mister. now go get those groceriesβshoo!β
toji nuzzles your neck before leaving the apartment.
megumi is still on your hip, clutching your shoulders for balance as you pick out pans and trays from the cupboard. he grips your hair in a tiny fist. βauntie?β
βhm, gummy?β
megumi hides in your neckβshy, nervous. βare you gonna be my new mommy?β
you freeze.
megumi clutches you tighter. his face is buried in your throat, and heβs gripping so tightly his little nails bite into your skin, but you soften. toji had already confessed everything in his voicemail. his mom isnβt in the picture anymore. how a mother can let go of a little angel like meg, you donβt know, but who are you to judge and conclude?
βi donβt know, meg, itβs too soon,β you hum softly, setting a pan on the tabletop. βbut i know iβll be here, baby. for you.β
βwill you be at my school, too?β he peers up at you, big eyes glimmering with hope. βall the other kids have mommies except for me.β
βoh, megumiβof course iβll be there!β
itβs taking everything in you not to carry this boy and run! you attack his face with kisses, and megumi squirms in your arms but heβs giggling. his hands are sticky on your face, neck, everywhere, but you kiss him over and over again, because youβve only known him for a little over a week but youβre already ready to give him the world. βauntie, stop!β but heβs laughing. βthereβs lip gloss all over me!β
when toji walks in, he canβt believe his eyes.
there are too many shopping bags in his hands, because everything about you is too much, even down to your shopping, and toji is staring in disbelief. the woman of his dreams in his kitchen, holding his son, and his son is laughing. laughing the way he used to before his mother left him two years ago.
and he doesnβt really deserve the warmth curling in his chest, or the strange feeling coursing through his veins, but who is toji zenin if not greedy?
so he drops the bags to his feet (gently, because youβd curse him if the eggs broke), and pads over to the kitchen where youβre showering megumi with affection, and he snakes his arms around your waist and drops his head into your neck. you turn, grinning, and you donβt push him away when he presses a quick kiss to your lips. the lips are honest, and now toji is too.
βaww, look at you getting all sappy.β
βauntie made my face all sticky..β
toji squeezes you both tight. a little greed never killed a man.
MEGUMIβS REMARK : CAN I HAVE SOME GUMMY WORMSβ¦?
in which nerdjo is down bad for you, so the frat!jjk men teach him how to pull you using βalpha maleβ techniques ! will he succeed in acting like a playboy to win your heart ?
cast: nerdjo (βtoruβ gojo) + frat! jjk men (βsigma-chiβ) : fratjo (βsatoβ gojo) β geto β toji β sukuna β nanami π² art gallery here !
PLAYBOY TACTICS #1: GET YOUR MONEY UP !
taught by: toji zenin
βtrying to win y/n over with only a hundred bucks to your name? yeah try again friend.β
β-β
toji zenin is black coffee breath, borrowed birkenstocks & a bank account filled with student loan refunds. but when he opens toruβs scotiabank account & finds it filled with less than a thousand dollars, his lips contort in disgust.
βno funds, no game, no bitches,β toji clicks his tongue. βyou just a bum.β
βdonβt you have a baby mama and kid you can barely support?β
βsilence.β
toru gojo has messy blanche hair & candy pink nose & acid pooling in the jugular. tonight heβs got a date with the girl he swears is the love of his life & the pressure pokes at him like a cracked rib.
toji leans heavy on toruβs sheets. βiβm gonna ignore that comment. letβs focus on how youβre a gojo and have only a hundred bucks in your chequing account.β
toruβs cheeks flush. βi keep my money in my savingsβ¦theyβre for textbooks.β
he doesnβt mention how every penny thatβs not in his savings ends up in satoβs betting app. damn yumeko jabami wannabe-ass twin.
but toji doesnβt question it, so he doesnβt tell. instead he tosses the cell back at toru, arms crossed behind his head as he makes himself comfortable on his bed,
βtextbooks donβt get you laid, friend. listen,β toji licks his canines. βiβm gonna give you three simple rules. follow βem or get dumped.β
RULE #1 : NONCHALANCE. ALWAYS.
toru gojo doesnβt make it past rule number one.
he fails because he doesnβt know how to not bite his cheek & choke on the blood when you stroll in with four inch heels & glossy lips & nails that toru prays will gouge his eyes out. he canβt fucking think. his throatβs all achey & you smell like sugar & his tongue dries so hard he swallows blood to keep it wet.
he tries to say you look beautiful. the words dribble off his tongue & plunk into his drink.
ββearth to toru? itβs really rude to stare.β
how shameful of him! he should dig his knees into the tile. grovel & beg till your pout dissolves & you decide you can forgive him for making you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
but instead he shifts his arm over the booth seat. clenches his throat. reminds himself of the training toji worked oh-so hard to give him & pinches his thigh so his foot stops tapping so hard,
βsβnot much to stare at.β
what ?
in front of him youβre fawn freckled & doe eyed, lashes fluttering likeβheaven forbidβyou hadnβt even heard him.
so he says it again. βuhm, thereβs nothing much to stare atββ
βi heard you the first time.β
your tone cuts him like a knife. toruβs not sure when you start packing, but suddenly your purse is half full & your forkβs on the table & say her nameβsay her nameββ
he calls your name & screams an apology. you leave as the words plunk into his drink.
TOJIβS REMARK : SON, I AINβT TEACH YOU ALL THAT.
PLAYBOY TACTICS #2: GOOD GIRLS LIKE BAD BOYS
taught by: sato gojo
βgirls donβt care about that ralph lauren shit. take off that polo and get in this tech, man.β
β-β
toru gojoβs room reeks of fratboy & paint thinner.
thereβs two pizza boxes & a beer can rotting; sugar in satoβs molars & suguruβs piercings glimmering in the heat. & sukuna is here; lately he always is, laid up in toruβs bed with his phone raised over his head & palm inching dangerously towards his waistband. toru gojo knows better than to comment.
βyouβve got no game, twin. how are we even related?β
sato speaks with a mouthful of popcorn. beside him suguruβs snacking too, shoving things in his backpack & parting lips so sato can feed him the occasional kernel.
suguru scoffs, teeth sticky. βitβs a miracle she even lets herself be seen with you. poindexter looking ass.β
βi know, right? mr. bean ass closet. he wonβt spend money on clothes and wears the same shirt in different colors everyday.β
βthatβs not trueββtoru grips his neckline. ββiβm not even wearing the shirt right now!β
he gestures to the material but geto only wrinkles his nose.
βcan you please stop moving? i can hear the polyester in your hoodie..β
sato snorts. sukuna grunts & itβs not due to the joke.
suguruβs done packing now. he kisses satoβs cheek. ruffles toruβs hair. turns to dap up ryomen sukuna before deciding he probably shouldnβt. he takes his exit with a palm waving goodbye.
sato turns to his twin. βyou know what you really need, man?β
βthe ability to set boundaries? i donβt know why ryomen thinks itβs okay to fap in my sheets.β
βthat,β sato nods, ignoring the wet sounds that leave toruβs bedside, βand a new fucking wardrobe.β
β΅ SHOW TIME ! tw: satirical references to suicide.
toru gojo looks like a fucking idiot.
glasses half-foggy. nose cherry pink. dark jeans with too many rips & chains dangling everywhere. satoβs jacket has zippers that donβt actually zip anything, and the nicest thing about the outfit are the ugly birkenstocks that show his flushed pink toes.
toru greets you with a smile. eyes bright, just happy to look a mess.
βhey, y/n!β
βHello. Are you mad?β
your tone is clipped & makes toru flinch. he swallows, blood sticky in his jugular. your nose is wrinkled & lashes fluttering & your gaze flits to the library exit like you might run away.
he wonβt let that happen. not again.
so he clears his throat. pinches his wrist. pretends his brotherβs jacket doesnβt fit too loose & itch at his chin: βnope, just trying something new! shall we get started on the project ?β
his smile stretches like plastic. thereβs sweat on his chin & you think he has too many teeth.
β-
toru gojo keeps tap tap tapping.
birge-carnegie library is oakwood old & glimmering with glory. the air is heavy with heat & coffee shells & the bitter realization that toru gojo is never getting the girl.
at least, not at this rate.
itβs been twenty minutes & yet all toru can do is stare. god, youβre so pretty. swollen cheeks, pretty gaze, cherry coke lips pressed into a pout & clicky nails that stab toru in the gut as you tap at your keyboard. youβre so pretty & itβs fucking killing him because youβre pouting & toru swears you donβt even want to be here.
toru can only bite his lip. mind racing, heart aching.
youβre shivering now.
and itβs not quite obvious, & if toru wasnβt staring at you like you were girl turned god he probably wouldnβt have noticed. but he sees it. the way your lip quivers. the way you tug your sleeve over your wrist & pout when it flicks back into place. the way your shoulders squeeze like theyβre clinging to the heat.
you donβt even know how you make toruβs chest hurt.
& before he can think it through heβs leaning over to place hisβwell, satoβsβjacket over your shoulders. he can only pray it doesnβt still smell like suguru.
βthis smells like suguru.β
oh, well.
but youβre softening now; settling into your seat. lashes fluttering as you push your arms into the holes & turn back to him with gentle gaze & eyes star-achingly bright.
βthank you,β
your voice is too soft. his heart is too sticky.
satoβs jacket swallows you whole.
toru thinks itβs cute. you think itβs annoying. itβs been five minutes & youβre still shifting it over your skin, pulling & tugging & pouting when you discover yet another zipper.
you frown. βi feel like a jingle bell.β
βmerry christmas.β βitβs a tuesday in may..β
it is. toru doesnβt know why he said that. heβll likely hang himself when he gets home.
but the embarrassment doesnβt end there. you stand upβjust to tug the jacket over your thighs, just to straighten it outβbut toru gojo doesnβt know any better so he fucking lungesβ
βtoru!β you gasp, startled.
toru freezes; glasses tilting off his face, mouth part open. & he looks at you, eyes wide & cheeks flushed & so fucking startled, & he thinks heβll definitely be seeing that noose when he gets home.
βsorryβiβm sorryβi didnβt mean toββ
βyou scared me.β
youβre gripping the hem of your jacket nowβhis jacket, satoβs, whateverβand god, heβs such an idiot. so fucking stupid & can never do anything right & will likely die knowing he was born into this world just to leave as his brotherβs shadow. and worst of all, that he will never, ever, get the girl.
βiβm so sorry,β he trembles. he doesnβt look at you, he canβt & he doesnβt deserve to, so itβs fine. βi wasnβt thinking. i just saw you standing up and i thoughtβi thoughtββ
he swallows. looks away.
but you donβt let him off that easy.
βyou thought what ?β
he doesnβt answer. god, he looks ridiculous. curled into himself, palms on his knees all stupid & polite. cheeks flushed, glasses foggy. lips half-bitten & a flushed gaze that never meets yours.
giving you his jacket left him in a wife beater two sizes too big. he looks small & scrawny & you think you want to kiss him.
βtoru.β
he exhales, long & slow. he still doesnβt look at you. you wish he would.
βi thought you were gonna leave again.β
βwhat ?β
he continues, βlike at the restaurant. when youβwhen you stood up. walked out,β he swallows. βi didnβt want you to leave again. i didnβt want to watch you go.β
god. your throat is far too tight. your nails itch at your wrist like youβre not quite sure what to do with yourself.
βiβm not gonna leave,β
your voice is too sweet, too gentle. it sounds like honey & it spoils in the heat.
βyou promise?β
you only sigh, walk over and slip into the seat beside him. you donβt say you promise but toru thinks heβll be fine for now.
SATOβS REMARK : KINDA PITIFUL, BUT HEY, ITβS SOMETHING !
PLAYBOY TACTICS #3: NEG NEG NEG
taught by: geto suguru
βitβs all about the mystery, man. you gotta lower her value to make her see yours.β
β-β
βso how do you neg?β
βwell personally, iβd start with calling her a monkey,β geto has his tongue in his cheek, desk chair groaning with a creaaak as sato spins him playfully. βunless sheβs black. you shouldnβt say that if sheβs black.β
βi donβt think i should say that either way..β
sato rests his chin on the chair head, cheeks peach-tinged & grin clumsy.
βprobably shouldnβt!β
geto shrugs, tapping at toruβs keyboard. itβs 12 PM monday & the gangβs all here: suguruβs playing the sims 4 on toruβs new PC. sukuna is asleep with his dick in his hands. sato is whining because suguru doesnβt want to have a gay love story with him in the sims. and tojiβs not hereβ12 PM monday means a new shift at his new job. toru hopes skai jackson will take it easy on himβworking as her personal AI prompt writer must certainly be exhausting.
βthe logic is simpleββ suguru smacks satoβs hand away from the keyboard, βif you subtly insult her, sheβll feel the urge to prove herself. and her trying to prove herselfββ another smack to satoβs stubborn hands, βtricks her brain into thinking youβre worth impressing.β
βand eventually, that she likes you!β sato cheers. βwoah, suguβwhen did you install wicked whims?β
βhuhβ? what the hell? why does my sim keep trying to fuck bob pancakes!β
βmake him fuck mine instead.β / βplease slit your throat.β
toru breathes, drags a palm over his face. his brother & best friend are fighting nowβgod knows about whatβbut heβs more concerned about the fact that heβs got a movie date with you in two hours and todayβs game plan is far from complete.
βsuguruβs right. and for a feisty bitch like y/n ? negging is even more crucial.β
sukunaβs voice is close to guttural & has all eyes snapping towards him. heβs awake now, cheeks flushed & bleary gazed & eyes half-lidded. his cock is sticky on his stomach & his palm strokes it lovingly.
toru frowns. βdonβt call her a bitch. iβm serious.β
βand donβt talk with your dick in your hands. iβm disgusted.β suguru snarks.
sukuna shrugs, still lazily palming himself for the world to see. suguru wrinkles his nose in disgust & turns his head back to the game. he rage quits when he turns to find his sim palming himself too.
βneg her as much as possible,β sukuna breathes, toes curling. βhumble her, make her second guessβshit.β heβs pumping faster now, gasps short & breath heavy. βmake herβfuck! mβgonna cumβ!β
sukuna blows his load. suguru & sato have long left the room, & toru is still searching for that noose.
β΅ SHOW TIME !
cineplex at yonge-dundas is too-bright screens & overpriced popcorn. even now, toruβs got caramel sticky in his teeth & palms crossed in a silent prayer. thereβs blood in his throat & an ache in his ribs & heβs got a tie on his neck for no fucking reason.
you walk in looking like a midsummer dream.
toru really does think youβre girl turned god. after all, most girls his age arenβt honey-mouthed or starry-eyed or flush-cheeked like you are. you walk in in tight top & short skirt, lashes fluttering as you glance around the room in quiet search of him. your eyes are all big & your lips all pouty & toru bets you donβt even notice. bets you donβt even know how you leave him sweat-soaked & feverish.
βtoru!β
youβve sauntered up to him now, purse in your hands & grin on your lips. your smile is clumsy & satoruβs heart must be too because it swells over & bursts like overripe fruit. his vocal chords slosh against his throat like blood.
βhi,β he blurts. βyou look pretty.β
you tilt your head & look up at him all warm-cheeked & doe-eyed. βthank you.β
itβs silent for a beat; toruβs eyes boring into yours with two cracked teeth & a kernel in his mouth. youβre so pretty & you look so sweet & he wants to kiss you so fucking bad.
you break the silence. βyou like my outfit?β you step back, voice soft. βi went shopping yesterday.β
toru wants to ask if you did that just for himβjust for todayβs date with himβbut he doesnβt. he knows better so he doesnβt.
instead he drinks you in. he looks like a butterfly trapped in a hazy addiction: pupils blown & bleary eyed, jam smeared cheeks & a quickly reddening nose. his lips are half-parted / his mouth is half-dry.
your outfitβs simple but oh-so effective: denim skirt too short on your thighs, black off-shoulder with ruffles on the sleeves, kitten heels to match your top. god, youβre so fucking cute.
and because youβre so cute, toru canβt fuck this up. so he decides itβs time to implement suguruβs lesson from earlier in the day.
βyou look incredible,β he swallows, knuckles shaky. βdid youβuhm. did you pick black to hide your stomach rolls?β
toru gojo shouldnβt have said that.
he knows because your lips part immediately. cheeks flushed, eyes wide. youβre frozen in front of him, lips quivering with something toru recognizes as embarrassment.
oh jesusβoh godβgreat universeβwhat has he done?
before toruβs joints can unfreeze youβre already turning away, & toru swears there are tears in your eyes. heβs sworn heβll never let you leave again without a fight so even though his vocal chords slosh against his throat like blood, he manages to speak.
βy/n, wait!β he gasps, already moving. βi didnβt mean thatβ! your body is tea! your body is tea!β
GETOβS REMARK : MAN, CALL YOUR FUCKINβ UBER.
PLAYBOY TACTICS #4 : GET YOUR GAME FACE ON !
taught by: ryomen sukuna
βyou know your problem, man ? youβre not taking this seriously, not locked in at all. let me put you on, friend.β
β-β
sukuna sighs, flops out of toruβs bed with his dick hanging out of his boxers. he has his elbows on his knees & a palm on his chin & precum sticky on his abdomen.
βi think itβs time i stepped in and gave you some advice.β
βyou have a porn addiction. i think iβm good.β
PLAYBOY TACTICS #5: OR MAYBEβ¦BE YOURSELF ?
taught by: nanami kento
βyouβve been taking advice from those idiots all this time? ohβ¦β
β-β
in the menβs bathroom of birge-carnegie library, toru gojo has his pulse in his teeth & his heart in the sink.
4PM today toru gojo walked into the library with too many books in his hands & glasses begging to tilt off. you sat at a table near the center, & when toru walked past he saw it: your gaze meeting his before burying itself between a thick book. the bite of your lips & the way your nose crinkled with disgust.
did you pick black to hide your stomach rolls?
how embarassing! toru gojo should hang himself nowβor at least after returning his library books. the overdue fees were no joke. his life was one however, & the heavy realization has his knuckles rousing white on the bathroom sink as he sheds his nerves by the pint.
his eyes are red tinged. cheeks bloody. nose too red & throat too sticky so when he tries to breathe it comes out as a hiccup. toru gojo is truly pathetic. heβs known it his whole life but now the fact has chewed him up & wonβt spit him back out.
βhello. what is your problem.β
kento nanami has a tone too clipped. heβs standing at the bathroom door & his mere presence has toru gojo startled. toru jumps back, face contorting in alarm, tears still sticky on his lashes. βkento!β
βin the flesh,β nanami pushes up his glasses. heβs in pressed suit as always, looking years older than toru & his age mates. βwhy are you loitering in the bathroom? this is very unsanitary.β
toru sniffles, wipes his eyes. βiβm sorryββ he tries for a swallow but it comes out as a hiccup & his eyes are burning all over again because he canβt even fucking breathe right. ββiβm sorry, iβm sorry for everything. i fucked up like i always do and i shouldβve used that noose ages ago and i, and iββ
nanamiβs brows knit in alarm. toruβs sobbing now, and kento joins him at his side.
βtoru,β his voice is soft. βtell me whatβs going on.β
if you told nanami kento that going to the carnegie library today would mean comforting one of the gojo twins in the menβs bathroom instead of picking up the new BL manhwa heβd requested the library to stock, he wouldβve looked you in the face & laughed.
but here he is, awkwardly patting toruβs back & not reading the latest volume of nerd project.
in his shaky distress, toru recounts everythingβthe lessons with the sigma-chi boys. sukunaβs refusal to stop jerking off in his bed. him pointing out your stomach rollsβ& kento can only shake his head. how ridiculous. he should be reading about andrew young & luke davis right now!
but kento gently wipes toruβs tears. heβs always been rather fond of the younger twin anyways. βhave you tried being normal? as in, being yourself?β
toruβs eyes swell, big. he looks stunnedβwhy didnβt he think of that?
but he quickly deflates. he had thought of it. but heβs much too uncoolβscrawny & weak & only good for reading textbooks & mediating fights between geto & his dumb brother. he had no choice but to lean into the larp.β’
βi canβtββ he gasps. ββshe wouldnβt like me. iβm not coolββ
βand you think the others are cool?β kento raises a brow. βtoji, whose a deadbeat dad while in college and sells himself to earn moneyββ
βhe doesnβt do that anymore,β toru gulps. βhe works for skai jackson now.β
nanami nods. βand sato, who has a gambling addiction and loses thousands to hakari every week,β toru flinches.
βsuguru, whoβs addicted to the sims and is in a homoerotic friendship with your brother.β
another flinch.
βsukuna, who isββ
βi didnβt take any advice from sukuna.β
kento nods, βwell done. but you know he has a porn addiction and an exhibitionist kink.β
toru gulps, βyes.β
βso no more listening,β kento claps his back. βyou apologize. explain to her what youβve been doing all this while, but also take accountability. youβre smarter than this. you shouldβve known better.β
βiβm sorry. she makes me stupid.β
βi know,β kento sighs, softening. toruβs wiping his eyes now. βbut you shouldnβt be apologizing to me. go out there and make things right. and wash your hands first.β
toru nods eagerly. he doesnβt even remember to wipe his hands dry, and nanami can only shake his head half-fondly as he watches the younger twin go.
βββββ
when toru finds you, thereβs a pen in your teeth & you wonβt meet his eyes.
toru knows you see him standing there beside you. but you donβt flinch. your lashes flutter & you blink slow like youβre totally engrossed in whatever youβre reading. is that percy jackson?
toru shakes his head. then wishes he didnβt, because he mustβve looked really stupid physically shaking his thoughts away. βy/n.β
you donβt respond. his throat folds.
but he keeps going anyways. βy/n, i owe you an apology,β he clears his throat, & he thanks god because he doesnβt hiccup this time. βiβm sorry. iβm really truly sorry. especially for yesterday,β he gulps. ββand your body is tea.β
irritation rises in your features & quickly dissolves.
βuhm,β heβs still standing there, arms behind his back, feet shuffling. βi didnβtβi donβt actually think you have stomach rolls.β
you shut your book with a bam! βcan you please stop talking about my stomach?β
βiβm sorry! oh my god iβm so sorry, iβve been taking advice from my brother and the others on how to be cool and make you like me back but i just ended up being a total idiot! and itβs stupid! itβs so stupid and i should know better but i like you so much that i canβt fucking think and iβm so sorry for hurting you and iβll spend the rest of my life making up for it if youβd let me andββ
βtoru. youβre rambling.β
βiβm sorry!β he panics. βplease forgive me!β
βoh my god,β you sigh, palm dragging over your face. βcan you please sit down first?β
he sits across from you; hands digging into his knees, back too straight to be healthy.
βso youβve been taking advice from sato and the others all this time?β
βuh, yes.β
βin what universe is that wise?β
he deflates. βi donβt know how to be wise when it comes to you.β
your tongueβs in your cheek. right now, toru gojo is something akin to a kicked puppy. heβs got a gaze that wonβt meet yours & his neck is rash red & you think he might explode.
you click your tongue. βi had my suspicions.β
his head snaps up. βyou knew?β
βno, i suspected it,β you tuck a book into your bag, then another, and another. βi first thought so when you showed up at the library looking like ken carson. sato set you up, by the way. even he left his opium era back in 2023.β
βhe said girls like guys who dress like that..β
βhe lied,β you hum, βi prefer your usual button ups anyway. you look all smart and sexy.β
βthank you. waitβwhat?β
βmhm,β toruβs not sure when you get up, but now youβre sitting beside him; and god, youβre in a skirt again, and toru wishes you wouldnβt wear skirts. his brain acts all funny when you wear them. he gulps.
βfor a smart guy, youβre awfully slow,β your thighs are touching his & your perfumeβs in his lungs & fuck, his heart is doing that funny thing again! βdo you think i wouldβve asked you to dinner that first night if i didnβt like you?β
βthe night i said you werenβt much to look at and you left?β
you grit your teeth. βyes, toru. that night.β
he swallows, pupils shifting because he canβt handle your pretty eyes glaring at him. βi thought you did it for a dare.β
you poke his temple & he winces. βi would never do that. you idiot, iβve liked you since you bumped into me at the library and accidentally said βprettyβ instead of apologizing!β
βoh.β
ββohβ is right,β you sigh, falling into his shoulder. you donβt miss the way he freezes under your skin. βyouβre such an idiotβ¦β
βi really like you.β toru blurts, cheeks pink. βand uhm, iβm happy you like me back. and i think youβre beautiful. so beautiful. youβre probably the most beautiful girl in the world.β he swallows. βand iβm happy you like me back. did i say that already?β
you tilt your head to look up at him from his shoulder. his gaze is trained on his knees, neck flushed, ears pink. & youβre a devil of a girl so you stroke his arm when you purr:
βlook at me when you confess. please?β
toru squeaks. because you sound so pretty when you say that in his arm. because the heat of your touch sends shockwaves to his spine & his sleeve is likely sticky from your gloss but he doesnβt care. he doesnβt fucking care.
he turns to you, slow. and youβre already gazing up at him, cheeks flushed, lashes low, sun-soaked & bleary eyed. your lips are so pretty. youβre so pretty. he canβt believe he almost wanted to kill himself. what an idiot.
he clears his throat. βi like you. i wanna kiss you so bad.β
toruβs eyes widen. he didnβt mean the last partβwell he did, but he didnβt mean to say it & oh god heβs fucked up again & he felt you tense against him & heβs made you so uncomfortable & youβre gonna leave him again andβ
βkiss me,β you breathe. βplease, toru?β
his heart hammers. you sound so pretty when you say that. why do you sound so pretty when you say that?
& more importantly, who is he not to obey? so he does as you askβcups your cheeks oh-so softly with rouge knuckles & gentle hands. and your lashes flutter shut, & oh my god heβs really doing this.
he presses his lips to your own. you sigh into his mouth.
ββ-
oh, but the story doesnβt end there.
four bookshelves behind & a corner to the right, the gangβs all there. sato & suguru are leaning over the corner, stacked over each other like this is some sort of cartoon. sukuna has a granola bar in his hand instead of his dick. tojiβs still not here, still slaving away typing AI prompts for skai jacksonβs snapchat stories. nanami kento is here though, standing just enough to the side so no one can mistake him as friends with these idiots.
βwhat the hell,β sato whispers. βdid he just kiss y/n?β
βno way. i think he actually did.β
βwhy are you guys whispering? you look fucking stupid.β
βsays the guy who talks with his dick in his hands.β
βiβll put it in your mouth next, bastard. or you only like satoβs cock in it?β
βayoooo. you right but not too much, not too much.β
βwho the hell said he was right?!β
nanami takes his leave. thatβs enough stupidity for one day.
SIGMA-CHIβS REMARK: HEY, HOWβS HE DONE THAT ?!
Suguru always knew she loved the softness. The feel of women's skin against hers, the gentle brush of their hair and the loveliness of their eyes. Suguru always knew she would love to have a child. Just... not with her husband. But with his second wife.
.π₯ έ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈΰ£ͺβΎ. Λpairing: κ° Fem!Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader κ±
.π₯ έ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈΰ£ͺβΎ. Λcontent/warnings: κ° inspired by the true story : set in Oman : Arabian settings : WLW : forced marriage : age gap (reader in early 20s, Suguru in late 20s) : secret relationship : polygamy : lesbian love : fluff : a bit of smut : gentle sex : mentions of pregnancy : forbidden love : tooth-rooting fluff : 2.8k words κ±
.π₯ έ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈΰ£ͺβΎ. Λnotes:Β Because of Pride Month, I wanted to write a story about women who, because of the cultural and religious environment in which they live, need to keep their sexuality secret. This story is inspired by a relationship between two Omani wives of the same man, which I read about in a non-fiction book about the lives of Omani women. I am not Muslim, nor do I live in a Muslim country, but (as you may've noticed) I am interested in Arab countries and have tried my best to keep this story as respectful as possible.
Noor (ΩΩΨ±) - light, brightness
art by @/_rinren_ on X
dividers by @strangergraphics
Suguru always knew that she preferred softness.
From the moment her deep, young eyes saw the heavy beard needling the manβs face, the long, curly hair coating her uncleβs back, her fatherβs calloused palms gripping her wrist, and the muscles bulging under the hard skin of his cousins' shoulders. Everything seemed too rough, almost aggressive, spiking an unpleasant flavour that spilt on her tongue.
Suguru could name the feelings bubbling beneath her chest whenever the boys at her school tried to tug at her long braids. Complimented a purple abaya that matched the depth of her almond-shaped eyes, circled by a fan of thick lashes. When they waited for her after school, under the shadow of a date palm, kicking little stones along the gravelly road. She always passed them by with indifference, and their coffee-coloured eyes followed her with misery.
As she was feeling irritation, anger, sometimes even disgust.
With two brothers at home, she should be used to this boyish foolishness they also beamed with, yet whenever a classmate taller than her was tried to brush a strand of her hair, she would slap his hand without hesitation.
Suguru knew that treating boys that way was no good. Her mother, her father, and the cousins reminded her of this, yet she simply couldn't force herself to like it. The depth of their voices and the brutal strength that filled their bodies.
She somehow couldn't understand the lovely chirping of her female friends whenever they spotted a boy whose shoulders filled his dishdasha and hair, black as the night, brushed the handsome crease of his forehead. And whenever his eyes spotted her small group of friends, they somehow always, always, would land on her.
With a deep wrinkle on her usually smooth face and eyes alluring like wild lavender, tugging at the young boys' hearts.
"Suguru, I think he wants to talk," her friend would say, while trying to pull herself away from her embrace.
But in such moments, Suguru would usually clasp their fingers more tightly and brush the silky skin of their friend's palm.
Much like in middle school, when everyone's hormones buzzed like crickets on a hot night, Suguru quickly realised how much she cherished the company of women. Their gentle fingers braiding her hair, skin always scented with flowers, eyes filled with sugary sweetness that melted on her tongue, mingling like tiny stars.
She liked whenever they cuddled into her chest, wrapping delicate arms around her waist. She loved when they decorated her skin with soft henna brushes, marking it with bending and curling patterns. She blushed when they cherished kohl kissing her waterlines, looking deep, deep, into her lavender eyes.
Suguru was always one of the tallest girls in class, and thus she loved how all her friends treated her like a big sister. Cuddling, tugging, and gripping her body in an always-so-innocent way, unaware that her heart melted whenever their fingers brushed.
Suguru had a few crushes in middle and high school, but she never made a move. She simply couldn't, for she had heard of long sentences and punishments for the love she somehow couldn't weed out of her soul. She knew that each of her friends would need to get a husband, have children and live a blissful life.
What was worse, Suguru knew she would also need to fulfil this tradition, even though she tried to put it off as long as she could.
After high school came university, and after university, a well-paid job; she didn't plan to resign solely for the sake of marriage. Born into a wealthy and rather understanding family, she could drag her feet for a long, long time, although her parents' dissatisfaction was slowly rising.
She could spend her own money on her own wishes and travel far and long, trying to ignore the ache blooming in her heart whenever she thought of what awaited her back home. In the evenings, she met her friends at lavish restaurants and cafes, where they chittered like fair birdies about the joys of their lives. They would talk about the marriage β Suguru would tell them about the latest trips.
But life in a country where being a woman sometimes still felt like being a dog on a leash, at its owner's hand, didn't pay off.
After she returned from one of her trips, Suguru's father made it clear that unless she found herself a husband, he would no longer, as her guardian, allow her to frill. Although by law she could travel alone, permission from a guardian was sometimes, rarely, required to show officials so she could cross the border without trouble.
On that night, for the first time in a long, long while, Suguru cried herself to sleep. With heart swelling with pain and disgust rising in her throat. The sole thought of having a husband and fulfilling marital duties filled her with uncontrollable rage. The sole thought of feeling those rough, heavy hands on her silky skin, of smelling the rich, heavy oil coating their necks and of a harsh beard brushing the soft petals of her cheeks β made her sick.
Her father, fortunately, allowed her to choose the husband herself, and thus he searched far and wide for the man who would be pleasing to the eye and of a personality easy to tame.
So when the neighbouring merchant came into her sight, Suguru stated that she would only marry him. A man of influence and wealth who would easily afford all her wishes. One with strangely delicate hands and kind eyes, who looked at her as if she were one of the long-forgotten Arabian goddesses.
With skin shimmering gold in the crisp sun, and those deep, almond-shaped eyes looking down at him with a slight annoyance. But he didn't mind, for he truly believed there was no one more beautiful than the Suguru herself, and so he married her on the spot.
He⦠felt that she was different. Slightly cold and mean. She refused to share a bed with him and forced to awkwardly explain why, after months of marriage, their child still wasn't on the way. She talked to him like a friend but avoided any closer contact, let alone the pleasure he wished to seek.
Looking with a furrowed brow at how she laughed and chittered with their maids, while treating her husband as nothing better than a dog. Sometimes, a nasty jealousy would bubble in his heart, for he truly prayed to see a child who would match Suguru's beauty.
He would watch her stroll through the garden of their home, with olive trees matching her silky skin and deep crimson abaya disappearing behind the corners of creamy columns. Sometimes, while Suguru enjoyed her time in the late nights, with the scorching sun long hidden behind the pale houses and stars mingling high over the city, slowly coming alive, he would invite himself to join.
And talk as if with a friend, while cherishing the softness of her voice and eyes that, after a few months, stopped looking at him like a pest.
On one such night, she offered something. Something he wasn't expecting to come directly from her, although he had thought about it for a while.
"Why won't we take the second wife?"
He froze, looking at her with a slight frown. "I thought you wouldn't like it."
"I know you wait for a child, and I cannot make your dream come true. Let's take a second wife, then. I will take care of her," she slipped in a promise, her sly gaze meeting his. "But I have one wish."
His spine straightened, as Suguru rarely had any of them. "Let me hear it, my wife."
Something bubbled beneath the soft skin of her forehead, and a few strands of crimson hair slipped from the loosely wrapped abaya, falling onto her cheeks. The deep plum of the material matched her dark lips as she curled them into a smile and narrowed her lavender eyes.
"Let me choose her."
A gentle wind suddenly stirred the still, burning air as he stared at her, his eyebrows almost brushing hairline. Men of his wealth often took more than one wife, but stories of nasty jealousy between the women and secret fights behind the husband's back were often the subject of female gossip.
And thus a warmth spread all over his chest, knowing that Suguru was not only eager to allow another woman to enter their household, but also offered to seek her out himself.
So he could only nod and smile, letting his wife play a matchmaker.
He didn't, however, know the reason for it.
That Suguru already had someone in her mind.
A woman of beauty far surpassing hers, with eyes of utmost kindness and a sweet laughter that made her heart skip a beat. With silky hands that brushed Suguru's cheeks with gentleness and a cheeky cheerfulness dancing in the corners of her eyes.
Suguru met you two months ago, accidentally bumping into you at a cafe. It was a late evening, as you sat with your aunt and uncle in the centre of the city. The scorching, crimson sun was long gone, and a slight freshness was creeping between the murmuring alleys. Suguru knew your aunt and uncle, as one of the neighbours living not that far from her, and thus when her eyes fell on their niece⦠oh.
"Hello," you said, giving her a gentle nod.
Suguru forgot how to breathe and needed a moment to welcome you with the same gesture.
"Ah, Suguru, please join us," your aunt said, inviting her to your table. "And meet our niece. She has just finished university and, you know, is looking for a husband," she laughed, gently patting your arm.
A hidden awkwardness shone in your eyes. Fingers gripped the pinkish abaya a little tighter, and lips curled into a faint smile. "With no luck so far."
Your voice slipped into Suguru's ears like the sweetest melody, and she found herself leaning a little closer. As if trying to drink in, hear, and taste every detail of your lovely face and deep eyes fixed on⦠her.
On Suguru herself.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Suguru murmured, in fact not sorry at all. "I know how difficult it is to find a good husband."
Your auntie scoffed, sipping her tea slowly. "Oh, but it isn't! You see, it's just that this little angel here spent too much time frolicking with her friends. She barely spends time with men!" Suguru's eyes glimmered, and her heart swelled with sudden pain as she remembered that she, too, used to cut herself off from any of the boys trying to win her hand. "She has so many suitors and rejects them one by one!"
Suguru glanced your way, seeing your eyes fixed on her soft hands. Golden bracelets hugging her wrists, and a crimson abaya wrapped around arms. A silky headscarf fell loosely over her head and around shoulders, allowing raven locks to smooch the lean cheeks.
Your throat bobbed as you watched her deep red lips curve into a rather cheeky smile. When your gazes met, you looked away, feeling a sudden warmth creep up your neck.
"I see," she hummed, following your delicate hands playing with a pinkish robe. "I'm sure she will find someone good one day. If you don't mind, I may have some suitors in mind."
Your aunt clasped her hands, then gave Suguru's elegant palm a gentle squeeze. "Could you? She'll be staying here till the end of the summer, so take as much of her time as you want," she chirped, before turning your way. "What do you say, sweetie? Do you want Suguru to help you?"
And with a warmth spilling into your heart and a deep flush rising on your cheeks, you nodded.
Your aunt was over the moon whenever she picked you up early in the morning, promising that you would surely love the boy Suguru had carefully picked for you. But instead, she would take you for another stroll around the city, another "date", while learning every single detail about your life.
It's not that you didn't want a husband, for having a big family wasn't a dream you'd chased for a long, long time, but⦠well. You loved men. Or at least, you didn't mind them.
But nothing ever brought you more joy than the softness of a woman's body. Plush lips kissing yours, fingers brushing your wet thighs, and the sweet scent of skin wrapping around your senses.
Loving men felt natural, but loving women was something sacred.
Something always taking place behind the closed doors. With Suguru's fingers gently unwrapping your scarf and palms slipping under the long robes. Her soft kisses tracing down your neck, and lavender eyes drinking in every grimace of pleasure twisting your face.
You soon learnt to love the softness of Suguru's body. The calming feeling of lying on her chest and nuzzling between her heavy breasts, as if nothing in this world mattered.
The slightly dominant air she exuded around herself, and a mature, gentle guidance whenever you were the one slipping under her robes. Peppering her spread thighs and hips and mould of her warmth with kisses, before letting yourself get drunk on honeyed sweetness spilling on your tongue.
You loved the feeling of her body under yours, and yours beneath hers, with soft moans filling the rooms of one of Suguru's husband's many houses, you soon started to come to. With naked bodies tangled under the soft sheets, and always crossing gazes.
You both simply needed two months to fall madly and endlessly in love with each other, with your eyes always seeking out Suguru's lavender warmth and her fingers always finding yours.
So when she offered to enter her marriage β not for him, for us β you immediately agreed.
"I want us to have a child," she whispered one night, while brushing your cheeks softly.
The crimson sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, and an evening's ambient filled the warm corridors of the house. She would soon need to bring you back to the aunt, but for now, for this slippery second, she still wished to embrace you. Kiss your cheeks, and chin, and lips, while begging to marry him.
To marry her.
For you wereβ¦
"The noor of my eyes," she whispered, kissing your eyelids. "And Sultan of my heart."
And you nuzzled closer into her palm, kissing the soft, velvety skin and moving up, and up, along the forearm to the shoulder and neck, before pressing your lips to hers. She tasted of dates and coffee, leaving a lovely fragrance on your tongue.
Your fingers slipped down her chest, rolling the hard nipples, squeezing a fat of her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips, and you drank it right away, before pulling her closer. With your legs hooked over her hip and fingers sliding down her belly, till the wetness of her pussy.
Rubbing swollen clit, you kissed the curve of her nose, and chin, and eyes, reciting quietly all the love letters hidden deep in your heart.
"I want to give you a child," you said, once again capturing her lips. "And I want to love you till the skin of your cheeks wrinkles like dates," she giggled, and you joined her, gently biting her lower lip. "I'll give you family, for your love makes my nights longer and days a bit sweeter."
And so, a month later, you were officially married.
And on the night your marriage was officially consummated, you slipped away from your husband's embrace and went to do it again.
But this time, fulfilling the union with the one your soul was bonded to. Lying beneath the soft body of your Suguru, with her lips tracing down your belly and hands already spreading your thighs.
"Beautiful," Suguru murmured, digging her fingers into your skin. With tongue giving you a wet, sweet lick, making your feet curl in pleasure. "My beautiful wife."
And she made sure your wedding night was as memorable as possible. With the gentle thrusts of her fingers and lips smooching your swelling clit with gentle sucking. Deep, kohl-lined eyes looking up from between your thighs and your fingers brushing through her hair. Your juices spilling sweetly on her tongue, and you sucking on her heavy breast, when the time to give pleasure back finally came.
And so you made love all night long, with a deepest love and most pristine devotion weighing your fluttering hearts.
As on a paper, you were married to your shared husband.
But in heart, from the beginning till the end, to her.