Support Cyrus Carmack-Belton's family in pursuing justice: Mutual Aid.
CW: The murder of a Black child, Cyrus Carmack-Belton, by a HongKong-Chinese-ethnic South Carolina man Rick Chow.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/justice4cyrus please share this ongoing gofundme for Cyrusâ family. There is STILL an upcoming civil case which requires funds for legal aid. Stand with the Black community in this time when they have to fight this system that rarely if ever delivers justice for Black peoples. This message goes out especially to Asian Americans.
Donate to the ongoing gofundme for Cyrusâ family, theyâre gonna need funds for the upcoming civil lawsuit. It is our duty, our test of basic human decency, to ensure that they get the best legal team possible when the odds are already stacked against them with the injustice of the system. Put your money where your mouth is and stand for allyship with the Black communities.
You're against ICE taking babies, so also be against a trigger-happy 60+ year old child killer. Make sure murderers do not get away with killing babies from ALL Black, Indigenous and POC communities.
We have started this GoFundMe to help support the family of Cyrus Carmack-Belton and ⊠Todd Rutherford needs your support for Justice for Cy
My heart is with the Black community, filled with rage and disappointment at the injustice here.
Rick Chow is a murderous anti-Black child-killer with a history of being trigger-happy. Heâs been involved in two shootings prior to this, and this time he killed a Black child. We know that this is nothing a Black person would get away with under the oppressive penal systems of America. But Chow walks, Scot-free.
Cyrus was just a baby, a 14 year old boy who probably has only just started learning graphs in class. Who has not even had his 15th birthday nor graduated the 9th grade. He was still in junior high.
Thereâs more details to the case for those who want to go investigating. But none of which at all exonerates this man of his cruelty and the blood on him, and his familyâs hands (both his son and wife involved).
But the injustice remains and this is grief for the Black community which I can only hope the Asian community takes the time to decenter ourselves and stand in support of Cyrus and his family, in empathising with the Black communityâs terror in the face of this innocent life taken by a anti-Black NB man, and the justice system which has failed them again.
This is Latasha Harlins all over again. Itâs heartbreaking. And yes the AsAm community has to fucking ostracise the Chows, start a protest, raise some funds. Apologising is one thing but itâs empty without material reparations, especially when we KNOW the system wonât deliver.
Cyrusâ family has stated they will continue fighting. The Black community is grieving. The Asian community should not contribute to that boot on their necks nor benefit from the horrors of this system. We should not be centering our own shame or fear, but centering the Black communityâs expressed grievances with the dehumanisation and terror they must be facing as a consequence of this murder. We must show loud and meaningful support for the Black community.
We canât let this slide, this is literally a core moment that requires Asians to step the fuck up, and ensure what happened in the 90s does not come to fruition again.
If Asian Americans are against the death of children, including all Black children, please boycott the Chows. Do everything in your power to ensure that all melanated peoples band together to bring justice for the Carmack-Beltons where the system is designed to fail them, and to ensure that Black people aren't alone in this.
AsAms need to be LOUD about this injustice and in support of Black communities, LOUDER than the skinfolk traitors amongst us who are cruel, inhumane, and anti-Black. LOUDER than those those whose behaviours fuel the ideas that AsAms are just performative Boba Liberals and anti-Black racists. LOUDER than shame or fear because we do not get to center ourselves when the Black community's grief and terror for their babies are overflowing.
You may think they're responsible for their own kids, but in this situation; our own slaughtered theirs. We aren't all like the Chows, but in bystanding, in remaining silent and allowing justice to fail the Black community; we are.
james baldwin was so right when he said âthe children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.â
synopsis: when you first became mrs. gojo, you never fucking imagined you'd end up as the first lady. or that the golden boy you fell in love with and carved your whole world around could fucking cheat on you. and that somewhere along the fallout, after scandals and sleeping with his best friend back, you'd end up sitting by his beside after a failed assassination attempt. can you still salvage your marriage? or will it be burned in the wreckage of what's left of your life and his political career?
pairing: president!gojo x first lady!reader x vice president!geto
wc: 20.5k (my longest oneshot ever i think lol)
content: mdni!!! angst and smut!!! so much emotional hurt, eventual comfort, cheating, reverse cheating, complicated relationships, gojo being sleazy, but he does love reader okay!!, so much regret, pining, heartache, reader and gojo are in their late thirties/early forties but not specified, geto is down bad but gojo is down even badder, mentions of gun violence/blood (attempted assassination), taking care of injuries, slow reconciliation, messy emotions, scheming, breakups/makeups, kissing, unprotected piv sex, desperation, denying feelings, manipulation, fingering, gojo being desperate, light choking, multiple povs
a/n: this was commission for the lovely @dayanim !! gojo art is also by @/kassandraws !! <3
Once upon a time, a very successful girl met a very handsome guy.Â
You both had potential. A pretty word constantly applied and purred in your ears as if it didn't actually mean privilege. Like you weren't just lucky. Bright and beautiful. Ivy League educated. Wealth most people would wish for.Â
Living in a daydream before you even knew each other.Â
You juggled internships and classes, sucked up to all the right people to make connections, itching to get hired at some prestigious place in a high-paying position â prove your worth when your family saw you as an investment.Â
Satoru Gojo was the heir to his father's company. A genius who slid into the seat next to yours a few months before graduation and asked if you wanted to grab dinner after class, hands clasped together like he was begging, his pretty pink bottom lip jutted out for dramatic effect. Adding a soft please as if you were ever going to be stupid enough to tell him no.Â
As if anyone had ever told him no.Â
The beginning was practically storybook. The whole whirlwind romance of expensive dates and heated sex, shrouded in an almost electric air of excitement. Falling fast and hard, exchanging love confessions like they were candy, something sweet to devour instead of cherish. Everyone called you the âItâ couple.Â
A fairytale wedding came next. A couple years of career building and travelling â fancy vacations and sports cars and more sex in hotel rooms or on the beach. You passed the bar exam. Put in long hours while he continued building on the legacy his family had left for him. Clinging on his muscled arm when people started recognizing him in public, taking photos of the man who might rule the world someday at this rate. Proud to be the one he came home to. The one who got to have his last name and his ring on your finger.Â
The kids were after that, another one of those deliberate decisions you made purely because you thought that was what you were supposed to do. You loved him. Planned your world around what would make him happy, tried to check off every box on his list of his life goals. Even when it meant putting your own career on hold for a while for maternity leave. Satoru tried to say you should just stay at home after your first was born, but you scoffed, insisted on hiring a nanny so you could return to work once your time off was up.Â
He had his goals.Â
You didn't want to totally let go of yours.Â
So when he started spending less evenings having dinners with hedge fund managers and business partners and decided to start going golfing on the weekends with politicians, you said nothing. Kissed him on the cheek and told him to call you later while you chased after the kids or left them with the nanny to take your own time with friends.Â
It wasn't really a surprise when he decided to run for a seat in Congress, openly supporting him every step there until it was his.Â
He had a knack for getting what he wanted.Â
Satoru was just never satisfied with what he had.Â
Confiding in you after sex, when you were curled up on his side while he traced tiny stars over your bare hip, little laughter lines etched by his lips as they slowly parted and said the words you still hadn't forgotten, âI want more than this.â
You had sat up, tilting your head to the side as you tried to resist the urge to tell him you had everything already. The happy marriage. The healthy kids. A future filled with sunny vacations and steamy nights. Sure, you were both starting to get a little older, but your thirties had been kind to both of you, especially when you had access to plenty of resources to stall aging. Push it back as much as you could, pretending the inevitable wouldnât come.Â
âSatoru,â you murmured his name, but then he said something that changed the plot youâd been so preoccupied planning out.Â
âWhat do you think about me running for president?âÂ
What you thought hadnât mattered after all â not when he ended up winning by a landslide anyway.Â
The youngest president ever inaugurated. His cheeky smile plastered on every TV, your portraits printed on magazines, interview after interview taken, a country waiting to know who the First Lady was while you watched your husband become a political figure for the history books.Â
Four years. Maybe eight.Â
You told yourself you could keep it up that long. Be the perfect wife he wanted to parade on. Youâd do anything for him, after all. Smile at all the cameras and take on whatever workload was required to fulfill your own role while he checked off another dream.
There was no big, bag dragon waiting to destroy your castle.Â
No, it was just your husband's inability to keep his dick in his pants.Â
Your prince charming had started fucking pretty models on his those pesky political trips. And you were the fool that only found out when someone sent you an anonymous photo of him in some foreign country with his hand up another girlâs dress. Lipstick stains on his collar. That stupid smirk on his face while she leaned close like she was going to kiss him.Â
And yet, instead of leaving him, you were still stuck.Â
Trapped in the marriage. Unable to do anything when your union was the fucking countryâs business instead of something solely for you and him.Â
You forgave him at first, even when you felt like a fool for doing it when he confessed and apologized, begging you to believe it wouldnât happen again - until, of course, it did. But eventually you had to cave in, convince yourself that maybe an open relationship would work.Â
Only, where he was drowning in options, you were left with just one man who wasnât scared of having sex with the First Lady without risking your husbandâs wrath.Â
So you fucked his best friend â and vice president â in your own lewd affair.Â
Was it right? Mature? Responsible?Â
None of the above.Â
But Suguru made you happy. Reminded you that your future was bigger than just Satoru Gojo or his stupid dreams.Â
You told yourself that you and Satoru would separate eventually, that there was no fucking way youâd stay with him after all of it, especially when what was left of your relationship imploded when you both finally had to face the fact you were fucking other people. Surviving the scrutiny of the public when it became obvious the two of you weren't on good terms was hard â but it had been bearable with Suguru by your side for most of it.Â
The mess that had been made still seemed like one you could clean up. Until you let some of Satoruâs dirty little secrets slip to Suguru and he subsequently leaked it to the press.Â
Heâd been pissed. Public perception of him had tanked. People throwing around impeachment. Pitchforks being raised as newspapers printed headlines about him taking bribes, his shady dealings being put in spreads while you watched the bright, shiny, boy you once knew get burned up by his greed, becoming a man you no longer recognized.Â
A big fight had followed, pointing fingers and shifting blame just to end up back under his thumb, both of you promising to stop sleeping around, to pull it together and try to make your marriage work. You stopped seeing Suguru, and your husband swore that he hadnât so much as glanced at another woman.Â
But the fear lingered.Â
Your heart racing when you saw him shake someoneâs hands, or brush arms against them, throat constricting when a pretty girl would come up to speak to him, stars glittering in her eyes as he nodded along to whatever she was saying.Â
It didnât last.Â
You told yourself that public separation was for the best, a press conference to address the fact you and your husband werenât exactly together. There was no fucking way you could just stay with him after all of it, especially when what was left of your relationship imploded when you both finally had to face the fact that it just wasnât working when the old wounds had left such deep scars. Surviving the scrutiny of the public when it became obvious the two of you weren't on good terms was hard. But it had been bearable with Suguru by your side for most of it, restarting your relationship in spite of SatoruâsâŠdisapproval.Â
Your kids didnât take it well. Getting in fights at school. Expelled. Acting out because you and Satoru couldnât get your shit together. Let alone an entire country.Â
Another scandal. Another screw-up. Another nail driven into a coffin you called a marriage.Â
Life had a funny way of never fucking working out how you thought it would. You had sobbed to Suguru a thousand times, balled your fists up and wished your husband would just fucking drop dead when you were going through the worst of it.
You never actually meant it.Â
Satoru getting shot wasn't supposed to be part of your happily ever after.Â
You hadnât even wanted to be there. Only begrudgingly attending the rally, sitting at the front row with your best smile plastered on, pretending to listen to your husband campaigning for reelection - as if he wasnât loathed by literally half the nation.Â
Leg bouncing up-and-down, anxious to leave, to go back to bed, to take a nice bath with Suguru and get some fucking sleep after an exhausting week of press and planning.Â
âI am devoted to this country, and to my-âÂ
Crack.Â
You felt the whizz first, then heard the screams. You blinked, and figured out why they were screaming only as everyone behind the podium started to hit the floor. But then another crack rang out, and you saw red.Â
Everything was a blur, people grabbing you, secret service agents moving fast, pulling you away as your brain finally caught up to processing the horror of what was happening.Â
Someone just shot your husband.Â
Tried to fucking assassinate him in the middle of his speech.Â
You were pretty sure you screamed then, desperate to look, desperate to see if they succeeded, shouting Satoruâs name, begging the universe to let him reply, to hear his voice back.Â
Because despite everything, all the history and the heartbreak, he was still your husband. Still the father of your children.Â
The love of your life.
You couldnât see him anymore.Â
Completely covered up by his team as you were being moved.Â
To a safe place, someone said. Â
As if anywhere could be safe when you were still begging for someone to find out how Satoru was. If he was still alive.Â
You were crying by the time they got you in a car, the bulletproof glass doing fucking nothing to make you feel any better as your leg bounced up and down, body curling up as small as possible as your brain stuttered and stalled attempting to piece together the fractured moments you just witnessed.
âHeâs being taken to the hospital,â someone said, and the panic already bubbling up inside you just compounded, a desperate sob escaping as you struggled to stop hyperventilating.Â
A small voice in your head was shouting that he was fine, that he had to be fine, rationality slipping away the harder you tried to hold onto it.
âThe kids-â You started, another strangled sound cutting you off before a firm voice tried to reassure you.Â
âWeâll have someone pull them out of school immediately and take them to a safehouse.âÂ
You nodded, sucking in a ragged inhale, far from polished or presentable but as close as you could get.Â
âI need to be there,â you heard yourself say, voice cracking as your bottom lip quivered. âI have to see him.âÂ
Everyone else might hate him.Â
You did sometimes.Â
 But he was still yours even when you didnât want him to be.Â
The drive there was torture.Â
But when you were led in the private wing, ushered in a back entrance and led up to an empty waiting area where you were informed he was in surgery, that they didnât think his injuries were life-threatening, you still couldnât find a single second of relief. Not until they wheeled him out, took both of you to a heavily guarded hospital room.Â
White walls and blinking screens. Beeping. Sterile sheets and tiled floors.Â
And in the middle of it all, your husbandâs unconscious body, streaks of red in his pretty white hair, long lashes fluttering softly as you stared at the bandages on him.Â
He was lucky, the doctor informed you. The first bullet only nicked across his shoulder. The second went through his left calf. Clean entry and exit. Missed all the important stuff. They tried talking about the importance of physical therapy, that they were optimistic heâd make a full recovery. But you could barely focus on what they were saying when your eyes were glued to the man you were being reminded was a mortal instead of a god.Â
Satoru was still flesh and blood.Â
Could still break.Â
Your chair was dragged up to his bedside, holding onto his hand, fingers tightly gripping onto his cold ones, desperately willing him to wake up and give you that stupid smile you had been swearing you couldnât stand for months now.Â
All those complicated feelings youâd been stewing over ever since heâd taken a strange clarity at the thought you almost lost him.
When the last doctor left, the secret service detail standing outside the door and leaving you alone with your husband, you were still trying to remind yourself of all the bad times. Make yourself remember who he actually was.Â
How it felt when you first found out he was still fucking around when he had promised he stopped. He had just hid it better. Made sure no one was around to witness it â although you still found out when his chief of staff tried to dissuade you from surprising him at his hotel when he was a couple hours away attending some stupid conference.
Satoru hadn't seen you, but you saw him when you showed up. Leading a pretty woman in a red dress into an elevator, his hand on her ass while half his security detail followed in after him. You guessed the rest were waiting on his private floor. Paid to pretend they didn't see half the things they did.Â
You went back to the White House to sleep in a bed that had never really been yours.Â
Denial wasn't something you could live in anymore.Â
The anger came next. Â
Nanami had been sitting there on the couch in the Oval office the next morning like he was waiting for you, reading a fucking newspaper and not even bothering to peek over it to spare you a glance.Â
âI want a fucking divorce,â you spat out, seething and barely able to catch your breath as you glared at the seat your husband was supposed to be sitting in. So much for a fucking pillar of justice, a man of morality.Â
His blond chief of staff just turned the page, unamused as he sighed.Â
âI don't believe I'm the man you should be asking,â he dryly replied.Â
âWell, you see the cheating bastard more than I do these days,â you snapped back, indignation blooming under your flushed cheeks as you said it out loud. Admitted that what you suspected had been true for weeks. Satoru had started cheating on you again.Â
The same guy who begged you to marry him, swore that he'd make you the happiest woman alive, who used to wake you up by kissing your forehead and sleepily murmuring sweet things in your ear.Â
Nanami sat the newspaper down.
Huffed as he sat up straighter, adjusting the thin reading glasses on the bridge of his nose before he looked directly at you.Â
âListen,â he started, and you already knew the rest would be bullshit when he was speaking to you like an adult about to let a child down. âWe both know he will never let you get a divorce while he's in office.âÂ
He was right.Â
And really, the idea of getting a divorce, of the whole world knowing you weren't enough for Satoru Gojo was terrifying.Â
So you made a stupid bargain.Â
Knees pressed to your chest, perched on the edge of the bed you were meant to share as the door creaked open.Â
Satoru stepped into the room, running his fingers through his hair, and you hated the way his ring caught the light, like his vows still meant a thing to him.Â
âYou lied,â you murmured, wiping your exhausted eyes. Makeup smeared on your hands. Probably on your cheeks too. A mess he made.Â
âI-â He started, as if you wanted to hear it.Â
âI just, I thought you-â You stopped yourself, choking on a hard lump in your throat. âDo you not want this? Us?âÂ
Was your marriage worth so little to him he couldnât keep his hands off someone else?Â
He just had to fuck other women?Â
âI do,â he breathed, getting down on his knees in front of you, and all you could think of then was the moment he proposed to you, how you had whispered yes and he slipped the ring on your finger before he picked you up and twirled you around. Wondering where youâd be if you said no, if you hadnât been blinded by how much you adored him. âI love you.âÂ
You didnât feel loved.Â
âThen why-âÂ
âI donât know whatâs wrong with me,â he murmured, all emotional, blue eyes all big and wide, as if it could make up for what heâd done. What he kept doing.Â
Looking back, the whole thing had become tainted. Your own feelings tangled and twisted and so flipped around you couldnât make sense of the memory anymore. Maybe that was just the regret though. Wishing you could rewind time and do something differently.Â
All you wanted was to save your relationship.
For him to stay.Â
âMaybe we should just open up our marriage then,â you suggested, sniffling and swallowing hard. Hoping heâd say no. Hoping heâd swear that he would stop, that all he needed was you.Â
But he didnât.Â
Begrudging, his teeth gritted and jaw clenched tight as he said fine, probably only allowing it then because he thought you wouldnât be able to find people to fuck the same way he could. Making a deal of no feelings being involved, promising that heâd be up front from now on, both of you struggling to stomach the idea that youâd both be sleeping with other people.
It was still easier for him than it was for you.Â
Suguru had found you crying in some study that was hardly ever used a couple weeks later, curled up on a couch, tissues strewn across the table as he stopped in the doorway, staring at your crumpled form.Â
You waited for him to lie.Â
To come up with an excuse. Defend his best friend. Pretend to feel sorry for you.Â
âI heard what he did,â he spoke softly.Â
Another broken sob escaped you â and he shut the door behind him.Â
âI wanted to kill him when Nanami told me,â he breathed.Â
You almost laughed, blowing your nose in a tissue, your wedding ring taunting you, white gold and diamonds that meant nothing now.Â
âThanks,â you bitterly mumbled, sitting up and meeting his sober stare.Â
âYou deserve better than him.âÂ
You weren't sure where the lines got blurred. When wanting his comfort turned into wanting him.Â
But you could still recall the first time you kissed him, how your heart pounded against your rib cage, holding your breath as you leaned up to kiss him, lacing your wrists around his neck and shutting your eyes as you gingerly pressed your lips to his.Â
The sex was usually soft and slow. His pretty purr in your ears and his warmth covering your body, skin on skin as his mouth left marks all over your breasts, your stomach, the inside of your thighs. Wherever was hidden with clothes was fair game.Â
It wasnât like Satoru would see them when you hardly spoke to him.Â
What was Suguru doing now?Â
Probably pacing the floor, worrying about you somewhere, being informed of Satoruâs condition. Relieved that he wouldnât have to fill his shoes and take over the presidency?Â
Even if things were tense, terrible between the two of them since you started sleeping with him, he wouldnât want him dead.Â
In some fucked-up way, it sorta felt like your fault, that if you had said something else, made a different decision somewhere along the way, that you wouldnât be here right now.Â
You didnât mean to doze off, dragged into more dreams, but you guessed the morningâs stress coupled with long nights of little sleep and longer days of being drained from meetings and benefits and responsibilities you never asked for was too much for your exhausted body.
It couldâve been two minutes or two hours.Â
Someone was stroking your hair, familiar fingers stirring you awake as you sat up, wiping away the dampness from your face as your eyes hazily focused on the only blue in the room.Â
âSweetheart,â your husband croaked, voice raw and rough as his big hand cupped your cheek. He winced when he went to move closer to you, your breath catching as your mouth fell open. âDon't cry.â
âSatoru, you were just shot,â you hissed at him, already standing up to tuck him back under the thin blankets. Wiping your face with the back of your hand, as if it would erase the evidence of tears you hadnât meant to let fall for him again. âYou shouldn't be-âÂ
âI survived,â he grinned.Â
Your mouth parted, trying to think of an argument he wouldn't immediately ignore. Those were in almost as short of supply as your sensibility. Reason and rationality slipping further out of reach the longer you looked at him.Â
His face had pale after the surgery, but pink had started to return to his cheeks, life in his eyes that you were worried youâd never see again. Some piece of you still had a hard time accepting it. Whispering that you might be in a morgue right now if the shooter just had better aim.Â
What were you supposed to feel?Â
Happy your husband was still alive? Grateful?
So why the hell were you so torn? Ripped between the past and the present, all the different versions of Satoru youâd known and loved and hated floating in front of you so you didnât have to deal with the one here right now.Â
The one who managed to cheat death too.Â
You guessed a doctor or a nurse had come in, a fresh glass of water by his bedside and a clipboard with notes left next to it. You started to stand to go look at it, but he made a pained or panicked groan like he wanted you to stay.Â
âDonât get up,â he pleaded, and you paused.Â
âI wonât if you wonât,â you reluctantly muttered, sitting back down in the uncomfortable plastic. The last time youâd been in a hospital room with him had been when your youngest son was born. You were the one in the bed â but he climbed in next to you, crammed in and grinning as he cradled your baby boy in his arms between the two of you, thanking you for giving him the greatest gift of his life.Â
You hated how much every memory of him had been tainted.Â
That one of the best moments of both of your lives had been recolored now, rotted and turned sour with time.Â
He relented once you smoothed your skirt down, relaxing back into the bed â but not before stealing your hand, sliding his fingers through yours with an almost content sigh. As if he hadn't just been shot a handful of fucking hours ago.Â
âI'm happy you're here,â Satoru softly spoke. You couldnât remember the last time the two of you had talked like this. Alone. In quiet tones instead of shouting.Â
âI'm your wife,â you answered, an uncomfortable ache carved into your heart as you heard the hollowness in it. You were doing your duty.Â
That was what your relationship had boiled down to after he'd given up love and loyalty for this dream.Â
He squeezed your hand, trying to pull your attention back to him. Unable to survive without someone to stare at him, probably.Â
âI saw you,â Satoru spoke softly, and you did turn, head tilting up of its own volition. âJust for a second, right before the bullet went into my leg.âÂ
You stiffened, almost flinching at the sound of that awful crack still echoing in your ears.Â
âAnd all I could fucking think was I couldn't die yet. Couldn't leave things like this,â he continued, his mouth quivering.Â
God, it felt like you were being gutted. Ripped apart when you knew you were the only person who would stitch yourself back together.Â
âSatoru, what are you trying to say?â You attempted to sound level-headed. Unaffected.Â
You didnât want him to know you were already falling apart at the seams.Â
âI couldn't leave you,â he firmly said. âI can't.â
âYouâve left me plenty of times,â you retorted, sucking in your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying something really stupid.Â
Satoru cringed, and you know it hit a sore point. âI know, I-â
âYou know,â you repeated, shaking your head as the bile crawled up your throat.Â
âIâm sorry, I-âÂ
You werenât listening anymore. You heard his apologies before.Â
At least he didnât get to make it much further, two sharp knocks on the door outside interrupting him mid-spiel. Nanami stepped in like he already knew he wouldnât be walking in on anything intimate.Â
âYouâre alive,â he dryly started, and you pulled your hand away from Satoruâs to the edge of the bed.Â
âDonât sound so disappointed, Nanamin,â Satoru teased, but his leg twitched, another distinct flash of pain flitting across his face at the small movement.Â
âWe need to discuss our next steps,â he flat out ignored his president, fixing his tie as his stare shifted towards you. All serious and strained, the crease between his brows deep, years of stress etched into his chiseled face.Â
âWhich are?â You asked, swallowing hard as you started to regret not asking to be taken to the same safe house as your children were. You were sure they were fine, that someone had told them by now that Satoru was okay, that you would both be back with them as soon as you could.Â
âI don't care if you can barely stand to look at each other,â Nanami sternly scoffed, glancing between both of you as he stood stiffly by the door. âBut until you make a complete recovery, you are a united front. The last thing this country needs right now is-â
âWe get it,â Satoru groaned, waving his hand dismissively and wincing as he propped himself up with some pillow.Â
âNo, I don't think you do,â Nanami snidely shot back, fixing his glasses to glare at his boss. You wondered how much he had to do in the hours since everything went wrong. How many fires he had to put out, how he was managing to quell the panic that was probably popping up across the nation when the president had been attacked on live TV.Â
âWhat do you want us to do?â You asked, pretending you didn't feel it when Satoru's other hand slid back on top of yours on the bed.Â
âTell everyone you're back together,â Nanami scoffed, as if it was obvious. âHold hands, say it made you realize the importance of family, I donât really care as long as itâs believable.âÂ
Believable.Â
You almost laughed. You reflexively turned to your husband, waiting for him to automatically agree, or say that it wouldnât be a problem. Make the decision for you.Â
He had suggested it before, tried to convince you to get back together, but youâd denied him back them, insisted that the media would chew you up and spit you out. But the circumstances were different now, you supposed considering heâd been shot.Â
âWhat do you think?â He asked instead, your face scrunching up in surprise before you forced yourself to look back towards Nanami, masking your feelings with practiced nonchalance.Â
âIf thatâs what the nation needs,â you muttered.Â
One of you had to consider the country.Â
Do what was right.
It still felt icky when you were sitting with your fingers laced with his later the same night in front of a green screen while Satoru spoke into a microphone about his condition thankfully not being serious. Announcing he sustained relatively mild injuries, like the camera wasnât being angled from the waist up to disguise how hurt he was. They dressed him up, passed him a speech, fed him lines to say. Probably edited the whole thing to make it look like he was back in the White House already.Â
âI am incredibly fortunate that the bullets only grazed me,â he lied like it was second nature, but he was squeezing your hand tight, like he needed your strength. âAnd that I have this wonderful woman by my side to support me.âÂ
He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it softly. A show of adoration. You smiled at him, small and relieved. It wasnât hard to act like youâd been in hell for the last twelve hours. But it was hard to pretend like you were breathing in fresh air now.Â
Feigning that you found the light after a long, dark tunnel.Â
You didnât have lines to deliver.Â
Just being there was apparently enough.Â
Afterwards was a blur, helping the nurse make sure he was back in his hospital bed, tucked under the blankets as you leaned uncomfortably against the cold wall. The security was tight, searches required for anyone that came in or out, the staff thoroughly being vetted, all the usual measures you took heightened times ten now.Â
âSweetheart,â Satoru called you that stupid pet name again, the knife digging back into your own open wound of a heart.Â
âIâm, um, gonna go,â you breathed, voice nearly breaking as you blinked. âStay with the kids overnight.âÂ
His smile faltered. New frown lines forming by his mouth.Â
But he didnât pick a fight or protest.Â
âTell them I love them,â he quietly requested, and you nodded, biting down on the inside of your cheek until you could taste the blood on your tongue. Satoru was still staring, the harsh white lights only making his eyes appear broken, only a thin sliver of blue nearly swallowed up by his pupils as his lips slowly parted again. âI love you.âÂ
You left.
But you always returned.
Back the next morning, kids in tow, ready to bring him back after he had been released. Instructions given on keeping his wounds clean, avoiding strenuous activities, pretty much precisely what you expected to hear. But they suggested getting crutches, or a cane when it came to walking more than just a minute or two at a time. And despite both of them probably being way too old for it, they were both hanging behind you as they saw him as something other than untouchable for the first time in their lives. Too scared to say anything, just staring at their father in a hospital gown, sitting up with his legs swung over the side of the bed, one wrapped in thick bandages.Â
Someone had left one of his suits out at the end of the bed, freshly pressed, not a single wrinkle on it as he braced himself to stand on his own for the first time.Â
âDad?â Your daughter murmured, fear in her voice that Satoru tried to laugh off. Ease the tension. âAre you-âÂ
âIâm just fine, baby,â he grinned at her, your heart thumping a little louder as he held out his arms, more bandages peeking out underneath his gown. âCome give your old man a hug.âÂ
âYouâre not old,â your son huffed, like he was offended at the idea he could have an aging father.Â
But they both scurried out to cluster around him. One on each side. He wrapped his arms over their growing frames, tugging them in and squeezing them until they started to scoff and squeal in his grip.Â
You thought you knew all the different ways your heart could hurt.Â
But this was something new. Seeing your babies in the arms of your husband when a day ago, you thought he might die. Acutely aware that nothing was guaranteed anymore.Â
And sure, they werenât babies anymore. Old enough to not need either of you the way they used to. With friends and phones and lives you disrupted by dragging your relationship under public scrutiny.Â
âMom?â Your son mumbled, looking back from his fatherâs embrace as he jutted out his bottom lip. He took the separation the hardest. Starting fights in school. Acting out at home and out of it. He had the same eyes as Satoru, bright and bleeding with hurt, struggling to accept what was happening as they peered into the most shattered shards of you.Â
âYeah?â You asked, swallowing nervously.Â
âWhy arenât you hugging him too?â His sister asked, too observant for her own good.
âI just wanted you guys to have your moment with him,â you murmured, begrudgingly walking over to where they were. Leaning down to hug Satoru over them, sandwiching both of them as your hand hesitantly patted the shoulder blades you used to rake your nails down and scratch up.Â
His own huge palms ran over your back, keeping you there a few seconds longer than you planned, soft and steady in his hold.Â
âWe should let your dad get dressed,â you cleared your throat, pulling back. Your hands gently on their back, trying to guide them back as if they even listened these days. But you couldnât stop your treacherous eyes from turning back to watch him stand, his features scrunched up as he strained his muscles. Popping the pain killer the doctors had left in a cup for him by the bed and washing it down with water before he turned to start taking his suit off the hanger.Â
Catching a glimpse of his ass through the open flaps of the nightgown, your cheeks heating up as you reflexively glanced up â just to realize he was looking back at you, a small smirk curling up on your lips like heâd known youâd been staring.Â
You thought youâd return to the White House.Â
But you knew fifteen minutes in that you were being taken somewhere else.Â
The kids stuffed between you in the seats, both of them eagerly chattering his ears off like he was their captive audience while he constantly readjusted, stretching his long legs out as much as he could and glancing over at you at every turn.
âNanami found somewhere for us to stay for now,â Satoru was speaking to you, but both the kids perked up, and he pretended it was for them. âThink of it kind of like a vacation, okay?âÂ
Just a heavily guarded one.Â
âDoes it have a pool?â Your daughter beamed, and you couldnât remember the last time youâd seen her smile so big.Â
âHopefully,â he winked, his eyes finding yours just for you to avoid his stare again.Â
A few members of approved press were waiting to snap a handful of photos of you all walking back in as a family, from an angle where it should be impossible to tell where you were staying at. Another thing to show the public that he was okay. That his personal life wasnât the total wreck most news stations and magazines were making it out to be. Satoruâs not-wounded arm casually slung over your shoulder and squeezing you close even if it dropped the moment you were back inside, a few of his most trusted staff members waiting to bombard him with updates.Â
You slipped away, squirreling the kids back to where their nanny was waiting, promising that youâd be back around dinner time to check on them even though they just rolled their eyes and asked when theyâd get their phones back.Â
It was only then that you realized you didnât have yours either.Â
Had you left it in the car before his speech even started? In the one afterwards? Given it to one of the secret service agents to hold onto since you didnât have any pockets?Â
Fuck.Â
Youâd have to try to ask around â find out where it ended up. Although you were pretty good about scrubbing messages and calls from it, photos of the aftermath of your affair erased or moved somewhere no one else could reach, you still didnât like risking someone snooping around and finding something they shouldn't if they figured out your passcode.Â
Those were just excuses though.Â
You just wanted to call Suguru.
He had to be far past stressed now. How long had it been since you'd gone twenty four hours without speaking? Weeks? A couple months?Â
Not since youâd separated from Satoru and started sleeping with him again.Â
You wanted his nose nuzzling against your neck. His scent on your skin. His soft mouth to murmur all those nice things you were craving, pretty whispers you would cling to to stop yourself from drowning. Â
Was he back at the White House right now? Running the show for Satoru?Â
You glanced back for a familiar face, anyone you could actually trust who might let you borrow theirs, frowning until you landed on Nanami watching the scene of Satoru being praised and peppered with question after question unfolding from a door frame nearby.Â
âI don't know who has my phone. Can I borrow yours?â You asked, quiet enough to not draw any attention from your husband.Â
Nanami didn't even look at you, just shook his head with that same bored expression.Â
âNo phones here,â he vaguely explained, irritation pricking under his skin too in this situation. âSecurity says it's too much of a risk.âÂ
Like having the some fucking press jackasses snap photos wasn't?Â
But you knew better than to argue here. Or now, where Satoru was so close by.Â
âDo you want me to show you around?â
The house was fairly standard. A little smaller than you expected. Hardly any windows. Crawling with agents that you supposed were there for your protection, even if their presence just felt like you were being smothered.Â
Nanami took you to your room.Â
Only to casually mention that you and Satoru would hopefully only be staying for a couple weeks while the FBI hunted down his assailant. You were nodding along, about to dismiss him until you noted the strained twitch of his mouth.Â
âWhat room will Satoru be staying in?â You asked, brows scrunched together as you opened the closet just to find your own clothes already hanging inside. Next to a slew of suits you recognized.Â
But Nanamiâs silence had said it before you even saw them.Â
Great.Â
Just fucking great.Â
So you were still stuck with him.Â
You had insisted on at least a cot being set up by the bed, threatening to get a fucking blow-up mattress delivered id they didn't if you were being forced to share a room with him again.Â
As if it wasnât hard enough to sort out how you felt about your husband when he wasnât around.
The rest of the day dragged on, taking care of your responsibilities, filling out statements for Nanami and debating on seeing if heâd at least deliver a letter to Suguru for you or scoff in your face. Eating dinner with your kids while you tried to ignore the fact two men in black suits were standing in the same room as you and two more were waiting on the other side of the door. Coming up with another excuse for why Satoru didnât show up, mumbling that he was probably just busy being president.Â
You tried to curl up on your side on the cot afterwards, but the sleep wouldnât come.Â
He did. Eventually.Â
When the clock on the nightstand had ticked ten past eleven, the door creaking open as his voice broke through the quiet.Â
âBaby?â Your body betrayed you. Heart pounding too hard in your chest as you resisted the temptation to reply. âAre you awake?âÂ
âJust go to sleep,â you muttered back, refusing to turn.Â
âCan we talk?â He asked. Funny, when you both had failed to have a productive conversation so many times before.Â
âAbout what?â You yawned, pressing your ear against the pillow harder like it could suffocate the effect he had on you.Â
âUs,â he murmured.Â
âHowâs your leg?â You changed the subject, hoping it would dissuade him. But unfortunately for you, Satoru was the most persistent man youâd ever met.Â
âHurts like a bitch,â he answered, chuckling like he was exaggerating, but you could hear how strained it was. âIâm sorry I missed dinner with the-â
âYeah,â you cut him off.Â
âAre you sleepy?â He hummed, and you wondered what was the specific misstep that started this awful chain of events. What was the moment when it started? When it became too late to stop the snowball from rolling and rolling until it swallowed both of you and you were stuck making awkward conversation like you hadnât been married for over a goddamn decade?Â
âExhausted,â you shrugged, body tensing as you listened to the shuffle of him undressing. The rustle of clothes hitting the floor, the sound of the dresser opening and shutting, the now-uneven footsteps as he struggled to get dressed.Â
And then you heard the sound of a bandage being peeled off, a low grunt that made you flinch, sitting up as he flickered the lamp on.Â
You shouldâve laid back down.Â
But all it took was a single look at his wounds and you were begrudgingly getting up, padding barefoot over to the attached bathroom where medical supplies had been stocked in advance for him.Â
âWhat are you-âÂ
âCleaning it,â you interrupted, hating yourself for being such a sucker for him even now.Â
âYou donât have to,â he said, as if he didnât secretly want you to.
âCan you move a little?â You murmured when you returned, hesitating by the bed as you watched him try to get his leg up properly.Â
âYou know, I think there's a doctor here I could-âÂ
âDo you not want me to?â You asked, brows pinched together as your fingers hesitated over the bandage you had been told to clean and replace twice a day.Â
âI do,â he admitted.
You attempted to tell yourself it wasnât his leg. Going through all the motions, following the steps clinically, your fingers skimming against his skin as you wiped it clean and rebandaged it carefully.Â
But you felt the weight of him watching you until you were finished. Even after you stood up and started walking away, putting back up what you didnât use and tossing the previous bandages, like some invisible string tied around your wedding band tugging you back to him.Â
You didn't say anything. Just walked back to the cot, about to get on it before he spoke up.Â
âSleep on the bed.â Was it a request? A demand? A presidential decree?Â
You couldn't tell with him.Â
âItâs not like we're actually back together,â you mumbled under your breath, getting back up on it without facing him. You wouldn't look. Couldn't in case you crumbled.Â
The past thirty-six hours had felt more like half a year. Wrung dry and hung up hollow.Â
âYouâre my wife,â he echoed your earlier statement, reminding you of vows he'd broken first.Â
âPlease don't act like that means something to you now,â you dismissively muttered. You could feel the tension ride, threatening to snap as the blankets behind you crinkled and the sound got closer.Â
âYou're my first lady,â he said, as if it was something you wanted. Something you would've chosen for yourself if it weren't for him.Â
âI could've been anything,â you hissed back, fuming, furious anger ripping and shredding its way up your throat. You'd rather be in a courtroom, or hunched over a desk reviewing case notes â not thinking of how your future consisted of defending the dick you married and planning what stupid Christmas decorations to put up in a home you never wanted while pretending to give a shit.Â
Not making sure his gunshot wounds from an assassination attempt weren't getting infected.Â
And then he did something he'd never done before.Â
De-escalated.Â
âI'm sorry,â Satoru softly said, making all that rage abruptly stall just by stunning you. âIâm so fucking sorry that I canât find the right thing to say to show you how much I hate the husband Iâve been to you.âÂ
You didn't know what to say. What to do when it sounded like the truth.Â
âI feel like I just woke up from a really fucking bad dream, and all I want is my wife back,â he added, his words already starting to loop around in your head.Â
âYou shouldn't-â Your breath got caught in your throat, voice breaking off as you closed your eyes before you could start to cry.Â
âI can't believe what I did to you. To us,â he added, and you loathed how eagerly part of you began to absorb his pretty words. How warm his affection felt when you'd been missing it and him for so fucking long. âI'll regret it for the rest of my life.â
You hoped he did.Â
âGood night, Satoru,â you whispered, laying back down and pulling the blanket back on top of you.Â
You still dreamed of him. Of the before days that had been given up for this. Where he only ever made you laugh instead of cry. Where he came home from work practically ready to worship you, picking you up and peppering your face with kisses. But just as the dream started to morph, twist into a cruel reminder of your current reality, you woke up.Â
Satoru was still there for once. Sleeping on the side of the bed closest to you, messy hair strewn across the pillow, snoring softly. You frowned, hand reaching out, about to nudge his shoulder and wake him up, but you paused. Stopped yourself before your fingers could touch him again.Â
He didn't need you for stuff like that.Â
Not anymore.Â
You thought being here would be like it'd been back at the White House. Paths that only got crossed when they had to, only catching glimpses of him when he was walking somewhere else, standing on the other side of a closed office door.Â
But when it was time for lunch, when you were walking in with your daughter and listening to her complain about some idiot boy in her class, he was already there, sitting at the head of the table and taking a long sip from a glass of soda.Â
âWell, as long as you don't marry him, you'll be fine,â you muttered, eyes narrowing as your husband choked on his drink, coughing and clearing his throat while your daughter made some disgusted noise.Â
âHow are my favorite girls doing?â Satoru tried to ask, pretending this was normal. That he hadn't been missing family meals for so long, you couldn't quite recall when it started anymore.Â
But he was back for dinner.Â
And the next breakfast.
Sometimes he was a few minutes late, or had to shoo away the handful of staff allowed access here away until after he ate, but he kept showing up.Â
He'd taken to using a cane to get around, supporting his weight on his left leg on it, usually wincing by the time he walked in, resting the cane on the table while you all ate. But he smiled at the kids, at you, cracked jokes and asked them about their friends, their interests, trying to make up for his absence by being here now.Â
His attention was enough for them.Â
Honestly, you hadn't seen them this happy since the first year he'd taken office. Your son openly asking if you all would really have to leave here, white brows scrunched together in frustration when he pressed to know if this meant you two were going to finally get back together.Â
You opened your mouth, ready to accept being the bad guy to them and reiterate that this was temporary, that you were waiting for the FBI to find who shot their father and that things would go back to your typical normal soon.Â
But Satoru cleared his throat first, a surprisingly stern expression on his face as he looked at his youngest.Â
âIt's my fault your mother and I aren't together anymore,â he addressed him, your fork frozen in your hand as the lump in his throat bobbed. âI broke her trust and-âÂ
âCan't she just forgive you already?â Your son whined back, still childish despite his latest growth spurt. He would probably be as tall as his dad one day, but right now, he just seemed like a boy. Clueless to what a relationship was supposed to look like outside of the mess of a marriage you were doing a shitty job setting an example of.Â
âShe doesn't have to forgive me at all,â Satoru shut him down anyway, and your stupid heart stalled. âI messed up, okay? If you want to blame someone, blame me.âÂ
They would always love him though.Â
Incapable of doing anything other than looking up to him.
Your feelings wereâŠmore complicated.Â
Your nighttime conversations had almost become more casual. He asked about your day, tried to ask if there was anything he could request staff to pick up for you, thanked you when you helped clean his healing wounds. Constantly attempted to convince you to let him take the cot like it was the proverbial dog house.Â
His offers were rejected.Â
But it would be a lie to say that the hardened shell around your heart hadnât started to form a few cracks. The glue just wouldnât hold.Â
Nanami showed up two weeks later, folders stacked in his arms as he called you both in for a meeting. Running back over things you were missing, schedules that were behind, boring business stuff.Â
Laying out articles and outlining what new laws were trying to slip through to get passed without Satoru there. His reputation had surprisingly managed to improve in spite of the assassination, or maybe because of it. His name leaving peopleâs mouths without being accompanied by the word impeachment.Â
Most of it was boring, nodding along while he and Satoru argued and bickered over little details while you itched for a chance to speak to him privately. Ask him again about how long this was meant to last. Almost sure you wouldnât get the opportunity until he started packing his stuff up, his pen precariously left on the edge.Â
You uncrossed your legs, purposely bumping into the table while Satoru brought up the status of the investigation, neither of them noticing the soft thump of it hitting the floor.
âThere should be an update soon,â he vaguely replied.Â
Nanami stood up, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder, holding the folders to his chest as one of the agents opened the door for him to go.Â
Your hand tightened around the pen as you bent over to pick it up from underneath the table, guilt blossoming in the pit of your stomach from a seed you'd been watering with every thought of Suguru.Â
âIâll go give it to him,â you muttered, holding it up in your palm as if your husband wouldn't know it was some flimsy excuse.Â
Nanami was halfway out the front door, but you jogged to catch up, out-of-breath but not from the exertion by the time you made it to him. He stopped, turning halfway towards you, his hazel eyes raking over you like he already knew what you were doing. What you wanted from him. âWhen can I speak to Suguru?â You softly asked, swallowing the lump in your throat as his brows subtly arched up.Â
âYou do understand the security you are under is for your own safety, right?â He wryly asked, as if you hadn't heard the spiel before.Â
âHe's the vice president,â you said, almost immediately feeling stupid once it was out loud. Cold reality sinking in that your relationship was just asking for another major scandal, something that would strip Satoru of the last of his power if anyone else ever found out.Â
âWhich is precisely why he cannot be in the same location when the FBI does not have anyone in custody. Right now, the entire world is looking at you and your husband,â Nanami reminded you, your mouth closed tight as the regret coiled in your stomach. âYou can speak to your boyfriend once Satoru shows the public he's completely recovered.â
You watched him in silence as he walked back out to where a blacked-out car was waiting for him.Â
Only shutting the door and turning away after he got in the backseat, his last sentence lingering in your thoughts as the slam of a car door echoed between the noise of chirping birds and the soft sway of the wind.Â
You were still holding his pen.Â
âYou couldâve asked about him in front of me,â Satoru spoke up from behind you. You looked back, but the rest of the foyer was empty. You supposed he must've ordered all his agents to wait somewhere else. He was standing maybe four feet away, but the distance felt too far for either of you to cross, unable to build a bridge when you were sure one of you would just burn it down anyway.Â
âWhat?â You blinked.Â
âHim,â he muttered, his voice dry. Hurt. It made you happier than it should. To shatter him the way he broke you so long ago.Â
âWhat do you want from me, Satoru?â You stiffly asked, not sure if you had anything left to give him.
âI want you to miss me the way you miss him,â Satoru said, and it took all of your restraint not to respond. âI know itâs not fair, and itâs-âÂ
âDo you miss sleeping with other women?â You tilted your head to the side, unable to contain the tremble in the question.Â
Satoru recoiled.Â
âI miss when you were mine,â he muttered, shaking his head a little, regret etched into every line of his face as he took the tiniest step towards you. âMiss the man I was before I fucked everything up with us.âÂ
âYeah,â you scoffed. âMe too.âÂ
The next few days dragged on. The hardest part was not staring at your husband. Pretending that this sad puppy version of him had no effect on you. That his long looks and pretty pout werenât working at all, as if your body wasnât a total traitor when you had to fall asleep listening to his breathing at night.Â
Trusting him again was something only an idiot would do.Â
Satoru Gojo would only let you down.Â
He couldnât help it, you supposed. It was who he was now.Â
And you ended up sitting alone at the table waiting for him and his mini-mes to show up, familiar disappointment beginning to bubble in your stomach as you counted the seconds in your head.Â
But before you could give up and get up, the door swung open, your kids stumbling in first with arms full of plates. Satoru close behind them, cradling a big one himself, the warm scent of food flooding in with them.Â
âWe made dinner,â your daughter giggled, a bright glimmer in her eyes that you missed seeing. âYour favorite.âÂ
âIâm a little rusty in the kitchen,â Satoru muttered as they laid out the dishes. There was no air of expectation. Running his fingers through his hair, shrugging his shoulders almost as if he was shy or nervous. Two things heâd never been in his life. âNot sure how good itâll be.âÂ
âItâs nice,â you managed. And weirdly enough, you meant it.Â
They made you sit there and wait for them to bring everything out, your son leaning over to pile food on your plate, picking up your fork and taking small bites just to be surprised by the taste anyway. The hint of too much salt. The familiar texture. The little details that confirmed Satoru had really been the one to make it.Â
Your eyes flitted over to him, a small smile curling up on your lips when you saw he was already staring at you. Intimacy that flickered instead of burned. Like a candle on a birthday cake instead of a wildfire ready to wipe out an entire forest.
For once, you didnât feel like your head was under water when you went to sleep that night.Â
And the next morning brought the news youâd been waiting for.Â
Nanami returning back up with nothing but a briefcase, adjusting his tie as his stare flickered between you and Satoru, like he could sense the tension returning â or picked up on how much less toxic it was compared to a month ago.Â
âThey have a suspect,â he muttered, your brows arching up as a strange feeling floated up. Discomfort?Â
Whatever it was, it was strangling, your voice tight as you tried to sound not bothered, âIn custody?âÂ
âNo,â he said, but it was careful. Calculated. âNot yet.âÂ
You swallowed hard, cautiously glancing over to Satoru, who was listening with a distant expression, staring out one of the few windows here. Maybe disappointed that your vacation might be coming to an end sooner than he thought. âSo what does that mean?âÂ
âYouâll be able to return to the White House today.âÂ
The rest was a blur.Â
The few staff here had started packing up your stuff, your kids complaining when you mentioned theyâd have to be returning to their classes and studies, begging to stay a few more days while you discreetly listened to Satoru and Nanami making arrangements for some gala against gun violence to make a point that Satoru was still strong enough to lead the country and take a stance when it counted.
Your mouth turned down, wondering how the hell it would work when he was still relying on a cane when he had to walk for more than a few minutes. On pain killers and sheer willpower?Â
But you guessed it wasnât your concern.Â
You would just be expected to show up and be his favorite accessory. Cling to his arm and charm the old men whose favor he craved.Â
Returning to the White House was practically its own event. Cameras flashing and microphones being shoved out, sure to be highly publicized as you and Satoru both sheltered your children through, throwing out small waves and practiced smiles.Â
The sun was starting to slip lower, a million people itching to speak to Satoru, but you were searching through the crowd for a different face. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Someone who would turn all your confusion into something that made sense.Â
But Suguru wasnât there.Â
Not waiting for you, or even hanging around the edges ready to offer Satoru an update on what heâd been doing in the weeks since either of you had seen him.
Your jaw clenched, barely able to conceal your reaction as you returned through halls that didnât feel familiar anymore. You hated it here.Â
Loathed every painting on the wall and the carpet on the floors and the paths you used to take. It felt like a prison.Â
Did that make Satoru your warden?Â
His presidency your sentence?Â
At least you wouldn't have to spend so much time with him â not when you were sure things would return to the limbo you'd been living in where you rarely saw him.
Except, when you showed up for dinner, he was already there. The kids teasing him for some silvery strands that has started to pepper through the white of his hair, all of them turning to smile brightly at you as you walked through the door. An empty seat beside him, waiting for you to take it.Â
Your throat was closing up as you did, smoothing out your dress as you desperately controlled your face.Â
âIs this going to be like, a thing now?â You asked under your breath as you picked at your food with a fork. Wouldn't this just make it so much fucking harder for all of you once you went back to normal? What about after his term? Once he wasn't a president anymore and you filed for divorce?Â
âI made a decision I should've made a long time ago,â Satoru quietly replied. âI'm putting my family first.âÂ
Your mouth opened, but you just took a reluctant bite of your food before you could say it was too late.Â
âYou're my priority,â he murmured, and a piece of you that probably lacked brain cells wished that he had this revelation years ago. âI promise.â
How much of that was actually real?Â
You ended up just sitting on the edge of your old bed asking yourself questions you already knew the answers to. Wearing an old slip you found in the bottom of the drawer, something soft and lacey, but you weren't even sure who you were wearing it for. Was Suguru even staying here? Had they put him up in a safe house of his own? Or maybe let him stay in his own place with just extra security?
Satoru probably wouldn't show up.Â
He basically had his own bedroom now, one on the same floor and wing since your separation started.Â
Why would he-
âHey,â his voice cut through the silence, your head snapping over to watch him limp in, cane in hand as he slowly started over.Â
âI figured you would sleep in your, um, other room,â you replied. Not harsh or hateful. More of an observation, you guessed.Â
âCan I still sleep here?â He asked, and you couldnât believe the slow bob of your head up and down instead of left and right.Â
He walked over to you, footsteps slow, unsure. One leg dragging a little behind the other until he stopped just in front of the bed. Slowly turning to sit next to you, hardly an inch between your thigh and his, sinking into the soft mattress.Â
âWhat happened to us?â You whispered into the air. If the clock could turn back, would you try to save him? If you woke up tomorrow back in college, would you have scoffed and said no to that date? Reset your fate?Â
Would he?
âI think about that first night sometimes,â he muttered, a sharp sting stabbing through your heart as you realized which one he was talking about. âHow fucking stupid it was.âÂ
âSatoru,â you breathed his name, the sharp teeth of panic sinking into your heart as you started shaking your head.Â
âI just, I still canât fucking believe I did it. Me and Suguru were just drinking, taking shots at the bar and celebrating, fuck, I mean, we were talking about you, and the next thing I know, Iâm waking up next to some stranger in the sheets and-âÂ
âStop,â you were begging, tears trying to choke you up. What the hell was he talking about? Suguru had never once mentioned being there, acted like it was as big of a fucking surprise to him as it was to you when you found out about all the cheating.Â
âI donât know what the fuck was wrong with me. Why I kept doing it afterwards, I-I just couldnât stop feeling so slimy, and wanted so fucking badly to forget, but all I ever seemed to do was keep sabotaging myself,â he was rambling now, inhaling hard as he buried his face in his hands. His left leg was stretched out, twitching as he talked.Â
âWhy are you-â You stopped yourself, clinging to all of your own jagged edges even when it hurt so much. âWhy are you even saying this?âÂ
âIt was never about you,â he murmured. âI was the one who didnât deserve you. Who was stupid and insecure and jealous-âÂ
âI already know that,â you half-huffed, forcing yourself to look down at the floor before you fell apart completely.Â
âAnd then I saw the way Suguru started staring at you, like, like he was just fucking waiting to snatch you, and I-âÂ
âSatoru,â you repeated, wiping away a stray tear that fell, a little broken noise escaping before he finally shut up.Â
And then he was brushing away the dampness from your cheeks, flinching when you felt that first gentle graze of his fingertips. But you just sat there, let his hand cup your face, your body betraying you by slowly melting into his touch. Â
You should recoil. Retreat. Remove yourself.Â
Something.Â
All you could do was stay wrapped in his warm cloud of comfort, his cologne clinging to your skin and your eyes on his mouth.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. A promise that sounded so pretty coming from his perfect lips. âIâm so sorry. I love you so much.âÂ
It would be the easiest thing in your life to believe him.Â
Second-nature to accept what he said.Â
Your mind was already savoring it, turning over every tremor, picking apart his tone. You wanted to hear it for so long. Hear him breaking and bending for you.Â
âYou donât have to say it back,â he breathed, his thumb dragging over your cheekbone like he was scared you might not feel the same anymore. That heâd lost your love forever with just himself to blame for it.Â
âI-â You started, not totally sure where you were going with it, too much spit pooling in your mouth to continue. You glanced down at your lap, only then realizing your thigh was pressed against his now. Did he move closer?Â
Or was that one on you?Â
âI miss you,â you finally admitted, but the relief was bittersweet.Â
âCan I show you how much I miss you too?â He asked, and you loathed that you let him.Â
His finger skimmed over your shoulder, pulling down your slip as his nose subtly brushed against yours as if he was getting ready to kiss you.Â
You froze, an awful, icky feeling washing over your entire body, fingers shaking as your breath got stuck in your throat.Â
âSweetheart,â Satoru whispered, and you realized you were shaking your head now, your whole body trembling as you mechanically forced yourself away from him. A cruel thought bouncing around in your brain that you couldn't shut down.Â
Did he call the other girls that?Â
Whisper it in their ear like a promise? Tell them that he was leaving you soon or spin a pretty tale about your relationship being for show these days?Â
âWhat's wrong?â He pressed, those blue eyes you had adored so much glittering in the light of the moon, but all you could fucking feel was that they didn't shine for you.Â
âI thought maybe I could, but I can't,â you swallowed, stepping back from the bed, covering up your body as you bent over to rummage through your dresser for a robe.Â
âWhy?â Satoru inhaled, sounding almost choked up about it. âBaby, don't-â
âIt disgusts me,â you admitted, the word coming out raw and wounded, ripped from some primal part of you. âWhen I think of you putting your fucking dick inside of someone else-â
âI-âÂ
âNo,â you stopped him. âYou donât get it. Werenât there to see how many nights I cried because of you.âÂ
âDonât you think I would do anything I could to take it back?â He desperately begged, limping after you as you tied the robe tight around your waist.Â
âI donât know what you really think,â you dryly muttered. âWhat to believe from you.âÂ
âBelieve me when I tell you that Iâd do anything for you,â Satoru grabbed your hand, squeezing as half of you wanted to stay and the rest of you was screaming to run. âThat I will spend my life showing you how sorry I really am.âÂ
âYou know how hard it is to trust you when-â You couldnât even finish the sentence, sucking in on your cheek and biting down hard as you scrunched your eyes shut.Â
âHow do you think it feels every time I think about Suguru?â Satoru rebutted, his voice low. Like a weak wounded animal. âWatching you fall for him, look at him the way you used to look at me.âÂ
âDonât act like itâs his fault,â you defended him. âHe-âÂ
âHe was there. Always fucking there and just waiting for me to fuck up,â he argued back, and you couldnât stand that he was starting to change your mind. Or, at least, make you see things were even more crooked than you thought they were if you were considering the chance that Suguru had something to do with Satoru cheating on you.Â
âWhat do you want?â Your voice cracked.Â
âYou.âÂ
âNo, no, you-â You were about to start crying, a thick sob building up because if you believed that, then what would be next?Â
âJust stop seeing him. Please. Iâll do anything,â he was begging, fingers trying to slither into your palm so he could hold your hand. âWhatever it takes to fix us.â Â
âYou know I had sex with him on our bed,â you admitted, halfway hoping to hurt him, dig the knife in and create a matching wound. He used to say you were soulmates. Wouldnât it make sense to have matching scars? âLet him bend me over right there and fuck me until I forgot your name.â
Satoru went stiff, hand rigid in yours before you ripped it away.Â
And as soon as the anger was out, hanging in the air between you, you just felt like you were the one bleeding too. Sliced by your own blade of hurt and hate.Â
âI should sleep in one of the guest bedrooms,â you muttered, gutted and hollow.Â
It didnât take a genius to see he didnât want you to, mouth open like he might try to work his magic and make you stay, or maybe attempt to stand and follow you out, but you snatched his cane by the bed on your way out.Â
âAre you seriously-âÂ
You slammed the door shut before you could keep arguing.Â
The ceiling in the closest spare room wasn't so comforting either.Â
Just made you think of Suguru more. Wondering where he was. If he was in his own bed thinking of you right now.Â
You hated not being able to go to him right now. Completely clear the air and let him reassure you that he was the innocent one here. That Satoru was still the evil husband that was eventually going to be your ex.
You were half-tempted to sneak around the halls on the off-chance he might still be in his office here.Â
God, it felt sort of disgusting for leaving him out like this, for the treacherous feelings Satoru kept stirring up when you were supposed to still be separated.Â
Even if the public thought you were back together, you'd be lying to yourself if you tried to say the lines weren't starting to get blurred in private. God, you were going to sleep in the same bed as him. Nearly let him undress you with just that pout and those puppy dog eyes.Â
When for all you knew, the second he started walking entirely on his own, heâd start fucking around again.Â
Tossing and turning in a cold bed, biting your lip as you wrestled for any kind of rest.Â
And then there was a knock.Â
Just a short, somehow uncertain one.Â
Your heart skipped a beat before you even considered who it could be from.Â
âI canât sleep leaving things like that,â Satoru spoke into the dark, his voice tinged with raw pain. You almost said that you had left things far fucking worse before, but what was the point of bringing up the past?Â
âWhy not?â You whispered, pulling the blanket around you protectively.Â
âBecause I want better for us.âÂ
He walked in, one foot dragging along the floor until the mattress shifted, dimpling under his weight as he leaned on it for support.Â
âI want to be a man you can rely on, not run away from,â he breathed.
God, you were so sick of running.Â
But stopping sounded even scarier.Â
And still, despite the fact it felt like your heart was being torn in half, you stayed silent when you heard him get into bed next to you, just bit your cheek at his low hiss of pain after chasing you here.Â
You didnât tell him to get out or go.Â
The most terrifying part was how well you slept with him there.Â
Actually waking up rested for once, his strong arm wrapped around your waist that you had to slip out from, unable to stop yourself from rolling him over to stop him from snoring. Leaving the cane by his side of the bed, wrapping the robe around you tighter as you tried to sneak back to the main bedroom to get changed.Â
Some invisible, intangible thing lifted off your chest now that you finally felt like you had something over Satoru. That he was, at last, the loser.Â
Chasing and crying and desperate for a change.Â
You still half-expected that heâd go back on his grand promises. To fall back into old patterns.Â
But as the days dragged on, his presence didnât dwindle.Â
In fact, in spite of how slammed he was with far more important stuff, he found a way to show up. No longer missed meals, or made a habit of disappearing or drowning himself in paperwork and problems in the Oval Office. Finding you in whatever room or study you tried to hole up in, trying to bribe his way back into your heart with snacks and sweet gestures.Â
And Suguru was nowhere to be seen.Â
Heard, sure. His presence was a phantom and passed down by second or thirdhand accounts. Nanami said he was working from his own place, under his own security detail for the time being.Â
Until the FBI finished had their suspect officially in custody.Â
You were surprised it had taken them this long, especially when the public had shifted enough to start turning their vitriol towards their investigation. Suspicious that no arrest had been made, wild stories being spread as magazines and news stations desperately tried to request interviews with your husband for any details.Â
He took a few, but insisted on you being there, his hand on your side keeping you close as you both answered questions and smiled at the cameras, reassuring the nation that he was recovering well, that your relationship was only getting stronger.Â
It didnât feel like a lie.Â
And when he walked out holding your hand, you honestly forgot to drop his for longer than youâd care to admit.Â
You hadnât fought since that night. No bitter arguments or big blowouts. But the quiet wasnât so awkward. Didnât carry the same angry tension it had before. You hadnât forgiven him. But you were tired of hating him.
Holding onto the hurt just felt like you were making the wound worse.Â
It didnât help your resolve when he had opened up an entirely new worry, your tedious trust in Suguru starting to fray now that you had a reason to suspect that maybe he lied to you too.Â
You didnât know when youâd be able to see him again.Â
Werenât totally sure what you would say when you did.
Things were different in a way you still couldnât quite qualify. And you couldnât shake the feeling you were standing at a crossroads, scared to choose the wrong path.Â
You stared at your own reflection.Â
Dolled up in some absurdly expensive dress, makeup done and set, hair sprayed into place as you touched the diamond necklace dangling down your collarbone. Ready to be paraded around a party while your husband charmed the crowd and reminded them why anyone voted for him in the first place. A gala against gun violence, a statement to be made. Satoru stepped up behind you, popping a couple painkillers as he tried to disguise his limp.Â
He looked down at you, and your stupid heart fluttered at the sight of him.
His red tie was just a little crooked, the same as his soft smile, glancing between you and the mirror as he stood by your side, his gold wedding band gleaming in the overhead light. âYou look gorgeous.âÂ
âYouâre not terrible looking,â you begrudgingly hummed, and he grinned like it was the best compliment he ever heard.Â
âAre you ready?â He asked, cocking his head to the side and jutting his thumb towards the door.Â
âHold on,â you murmured, and he paused in place. For a moment, it felt like you were five years younger, seeing him in his dark suit, hair hanging a little longer, a light in his eyes you'd almost forgotten. You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen it.Â
You had to bite down on the inside of your cheek, stop yourself from telling him he really did look handsome and feeding his ego as your hands reached up to adjust his tie.Â
How you used to back when things weren't soâŠhard.
The ride to the gala was torture.Â
Trying to hold yourself together and act like you didnât notice a thousand little details about him. The subtle bounce of his healthy leg, the way his hand kept drifting closer and closer towards yours in the backseat, how he kept trying to discreetly steal glances at you. Making small talk about the kids and the economy and what new reforms he was pushing to pass.
A far cry from the guy whoâd been taking bribes a year ago and lazily slapping his signature across bills a year ago.Â
He sounded like he had before he had taken the office. Almost optimistic.Â
Hoping for a better world, you guessed â one he thought he could create.
But it was the bad kind of nostalgia when you made it there, the twinkling lights and the big bright room filled with people you hated. Usually, you would try to slip away, excuse yourself for a drink or the bathroom just for the chane to breathe.Â
Tonight, though, Satoruâs hand refused to leave your back, his gaze constantly returning to your face no matter who he was speaking to. Your stomach was cramping though, nerves bouncing around when he had to stand up in front of all of them and give some grand speech about strength at the start of the night, fear you hadnât expected coiling tight with the worry that someone might show up to finish what they started and youâd end up a widow instead of a divorcee.
Everything here was centered around him. Senators and congressmen, anyone with pockets they hoped heâd be filling, all came up to congratulate him, wishing him well, asking how the two of you were holding up together.
âAre you okay?â Satoru murmured as you watched one of them walk away, leaning down so his breath was warm on your skin. Reaching over to fix where your necklace had gotten crooked, moving it into the proper place as you hesitated over the answer. âYou seem-â
âItâs a little claustrophobic in here,â you hummed, your dress clinging tighter than it had an hour ago, the tag scratching at your skin as you scanned the crowd, wondering if you would finally get your chance to see a certain someone.Â
Was Suguru around here somewhere? Schmoozing with the dickheads and downing a champagne glass?Â
âYou want some fresh air?â He offered, concern flecked in the pretty colors of his eyes.Â
âI think Iâll just get a drink,â you shrugged, looking back around at the number of security agents stationed at different points around the room. A lot fucking more than there had been at the last one of these dumb parties he dragged you to. But you guessed that was sorta to be expected when the president had taken two bullets at a public event.Â
Someone else started walking up, another old man you could never remember the name of.
Satoru kissed the top of your forehead, lips gently pressing just above your brows as his hand slipped off of your back. âGrab me one too?âÂ
âI donât think youâre supposed to mix your pain killers with alcohol," you dryly admonished him, arching a brow up with a small sigh. He had ditched the cane tonight in favor of standing in one place and sitting when he could, trying to portray an image that not even an assassination attempt would break him.Â
âFine,â he automatically gave in, leaning in to sneak another kiss on your cheek. âWhatever my wife says.âÂ
The title didnât harbor as much hurt as it used to.Â
And despite how much you wanted you to pretend it didnât affect you, that he didnât anymore, your chest felt all fuzzy and warm as you pulled away from him to start towards the open bar.Â
The alcohol didnât help.Â
Sipping on a pretty glass of something strong, letting all those mixed feelings swirl around your stomach as you studied the people milling around. Your husband was already swarmed, people trying to shake his hand and clap his back while he wore a practiced smile, nose scrunching up when he laughed. It didnât take long for him to be blocked from your sight entirely, only wisps of white and flashes of blue breaking through as you finished your drink and debated on asking for a second one.Â
Cologne you hadnât caught a whiff of in forever wrapped around you as you felt his presence before you saw him there.Â
âI was worried you wouldnât-âÂ
âI need to ask you something,â you preemptively cut him off, dropping your voice down to a soft whisper as you glanced back over your shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention to the Vice President sliding up to the First Lady.Â
âCan it-â Suguru started, and you had to force yourself to interrupt him, to get the question out while you still had the courage. Sneaking a glance to your right to find his familiar frame standing tall, dark hair hanging loose over his broad shoulders. His features were tight as he searched your face, dark circles etched underneath his eyes as his fingers anxiously tapped the bartop. It was obvious he was stressed. Bending under the weight of the world heâd been carrying for Satoru.Â
âWere you there? The night Satoru first cheated on me?â You heard yourself ask, not totally sure what you would even do with the truth. If he was there, if he knew, then what would happen next?
Suguru looked back at you, confusion and something closer to hurt scrunching up on his face before his stare swept back to the rest of the gala still going on.Â
âIs that seriously what you want to know? What the hell did he say to you?â He hissed back, not looking directly at you, trying to pretend that you werenât having anything other than a casual conversation. But that wasnât a denial, was it?Â
Wouldnât he just scoff and say no if he wasnât there? Insist his innocence?Â
Your lips parted, but then he spotted something.Â
His face fell in a single second. His jaw went slack, something dark shining in his eyes.Â
You craned your neck to catch a peek, but the only thing that stood out was one of Satoruâs secret service agents cutting through the cluster of partygoers to speak to him.Â
âShit,â Suguru muttered. âI thought we had more time.âÂ
He grabbed your arm, fingers sinking into the soft skin as he dragged you away from the bar and through the closest hallway, digging in deeper when you tried to step back. More time? That was probably the one thing neither of you ever had enough of.Â
âSuguru, please-âÂ
âWe canât talk here,â he hissed back, and you almost recoiled, surprised at how rough his voice suddenly sounded. His hold was possessive, pulling you further away from the party. Prying into muscles now, tight enough that you thought he might leave fingerprints.Â
âYouâre hurting me,â you murmured, stifling a sound as you resisted his tug. Honestly, he was scaring the shit out of you, but you were trying to trust that he had a reason.Â
His grip loosened, but not enough for you to break free.Â
âIâm sorry, beautiful,â he half-whispered, and you realized what it was in his growl. Panic. âBut we have to go.â Â
âGo where?â You asked, glancing back over your shoulder at the dimming lights of the gala. The opening to the hall shrinking with every step you took.Â
Satoru would-
âThereâs a car waiting to take us to a private plane, and-âÂ
You dug your heels in the ground, stopping in place as you took a stunned breath.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â You gaped, unable to wrap your brain around what he was suggesting. Still thinking back to the question he hadnât really answered, Satoruâs words echoing in your head, about Suguru waiting to snatch you, an uneasy feeling sitting heavy inside you, too deep to scoop out. âA plane?âÂ
âI donât have time to explain here, baby, but we need to leave now,â he insisted, but you couldnât just accept that. Take the jump when you were terrified to fall.Â
âWhat about my kids?âÂ
âHe would never let us take them,â Suguru shook his head, and you could only scoff, taken aback as you tried again to move back. But he was stronger than you.Â
And the rock you were counting on him being, the net you thought was waiting for you, had abruptly moved.Â
âYou want me to leave them?â You asked, breath hitching as you shook your head. Fuck, they were yours, you carried them and birthed them and held their chubby fingers when they were babies and baked their birthday cakes every year. Maybe they were whiny and impulsive and stuck with the same DNA that made Satoru who he was, but you loved them. And maybe him still too.Â
âIf you donât-âÂ
The red dot of a scope being lined up was suddenly on his chest.Â
âDown on the ground,â some deep voice shouted, three more dots popping up before you had blinked.Â
âLet go of the First Lady,â someone else grunted, but Suguru tried to pull you back towards a blinking EXIT sign. But you could hear the noise out there too, the loud footsteps and muffled voices screaming that he was already surrounded.Â
That it was already too late.Â
âWhatâs happening?â Your question was drowned out by the spectacle, heart straining inside your chest and threatening to break through your ribcage as you realized it was a fucking SWAT team.Â
It took you a few painful seconds to figure out what this was. What youâd been caught in the middle of. They were arresting Suguru. Threatening to fucking shoot him if he didnât release you, blow his brains out in the middle of a gala against gun violence.Â
âI didn't-â Suguru started behind you, your attention flicking around too fast to focus on anyone, starting to hyperventilate as Suguru held you like he was scared of what would happen once the connection broke. As if it was the last time he'd get to touch your skin.Â
âYouâre being arrested in connection to the attempted murder of-âÂ
âDonât trust them,â Suguru insisted in a panic, trying to pull your attention back to him, your head swiveling around to catch one more glimpse of his beautiful face. His eyes bleeding into you, the pretty slope of his nose turned up as his starry stare begged you to believe him. âI promise, I didnât-âÂ
Someone else was grabbing you, pulling you back before he could finish.
âGet your hands off my fucking wife,â Satoru growled, your back pressed against his chest, an arm around your waist, each second somehow adding more distance between you and Suguru until you realized he was leading you away. Picking up pieces from the mess unfolding in front of you, snippets of the shouts, shattered still images your brain was struggling to process as Satoru let his best friend get put in cuffs for trying to murder him.Â
âNo, no, he couldnât-â Your voice broke. You were pretty sure you did too.Â
Watching a man you thought you might love get forced down on his knees, hands behind his head as he argued as he got arrested.Â
âAn agent just filled me in,â Satoru murmured in your ear, stroking your hair softly, trying to cushion the blow as he held you back. âHe was seen on surveillance footage meeting with their suspect and handing him cash. They got the guy in custody yesterday. I guess he confessed to everything.âÂ
âSuguru's your best friend,â you gaped, grasping at straws, refusing to believe he could be capable of something like this. âHe wouldn't-â
âWhat?â Satoru snapped. âFuck my wife?â
Your lips clamped shut, but not before a tiny broken breath escaped. Tearing your stare away from the sight of Suguru being dragged out that back entrance he was about to take you through to look back at your husband, not sure what you were supposed to think or feel anymore.
Did you really not know Suguru either? Cursed to have terrible taste in men?Â
âWhy wouldn't he want me dead?â Your husband continued, cocking his head to the side, cold blue eyes burning with barely concealed hurt. He threw a pained look back in the direction of the guy who once grew up with, the one whoâd been there before you, a tight grimace on his pretty lips before he spoke again.âHe'd get what he always wanted. My presidency. My wife. My whole life.â
He turned you around so you had to face him, face this, softly rubbing over the sore spot on your arm where Suguru had grabbed you, the gesture surprisingly soothing enough that the last of your resolve dissolved.Â
Satoru pulled you into his broad chest, his chin resting on top of your head as he supported you through the broken sobs racking through your body.Â
âDid he do it because of me?â You asked out loud through your tears, body trembling in his arms as he held you tight.Â
âNo, sweetheart,â he attempted to comfort you, but in between the betrayal and the disbelief and the jagged edges of your grief, guilt was blossoming.Â
The next few minutes were a blur, secret service agents surrounding both of you as they helped you cut through the confused crowd and return to where the bulletproof car was waiting outside, someone passing Satoru a thick folder on the way out â one he appeared to be expecting.Â
You werenât numb. But the whole thing felt like a dream sequence, dazed as you played your supporting role of the lady being escorted away from the scene.Â
âWhat is that?â You asked, even though you had your suspicions. Could guess what you would find if you peeked inside. Proof.
âI skimmed over some of it right before they, well,â he cleared his throat, handing it over before leaning over to buckle your seatbelt for you. âYou should see for yourself.âÂ
It was ironic, wasnât it?Â
Desperately craving the truth only to flinch when you found it?Â
Reading through the files they compiled, the surveillance photos, the fucking lovelorn letters they found when they got a search warrant for his apartment a few hours away â the one he used to take you to, where heâd whisper into your skin and wish for a future you had told him was foolish. Where you could be his without anyone else intervening. How many times had you told yourself it was just the sex talking? That he didnât really mean it. Lied that all you were both doing was venting frustrations and helping the other one heal.Â
All youâd done was make him worse.Â
Feed into some grand delusion that Satoru had stolen the life that shouldâve been his â made him feel like his hand had been forced.Â
Every dirty detail laid out in their plan from the confession they obtained from some creep named Mahito, your eyes dragging over the transcript while Satoruâs hand rested reassuringly on your thigh.Â
Suguru had forked over a ridiculous sum for him to shoot Satoru. Got him an unregistered firearm. A security pass to blend in. All the information he needed in order to execute your husband in front of the entire country. In front of you.Â
He just hadnât picked a skilled enough shooter, you supposed.Â
All in the name of your affair.Â
Although, he hadnât admitted it to his accomplice. Hadnât told him why he wanted him to commit treason.Â
No, you supposed that was a secret that was only shared between you, your husband, and the man you no longer knew if you loved or hated.Â
You didnât even realize it when you got back.Â
Clutching onto the folder, Satoru supporting you even when he was struggling to keep up his own weight without his cane, surrounded by agents who led you safely back inside. For once, it was oddly quiet. Maybe it was the side entrance they ushered you through, but the halls were practically vacant, like it had been arranged for them to go work in different parts so you wouldnât be disturbed making it back to your room.Â
And for the first time in a long time, you were thankful Satoru was there as you stepped in a space that suddenly felt too small, too suffocating.Â
How were you supposed to breathe when everything had fallen apart?Â
âItâs my fault,â you murmured, dropping the folder down on the dresser. The picture it painted had been clear enough.Â
Your assumption he wanted a more serious relationship hadnât been all that off. But you hadnât seen him spiralling into obsession. Never considered that maybe, heâd been looking at you far longer than you were looking at him. That maybe everything had been in motion before you were even married.Â
Reevaluating every single moment of your friendship with him, from the day you met him through Satoru and he gave you that sly smirk of his while you shook his hand to how he held your fucking newborns in the hospital while Satoru went to grab you food.Â
Was it real? Fake?Â
Maybe Satoru was right. Maybe Suguru had been waiting to set him up from the start.
âI shouldâve seen it,â Satoru murmured, leaning down to press the faintest of kisses to the tip of your shoulder. You stood still, bottom lip quivering as one of his huge hands settled on your hip. âI shouldnât have let him-âÂ
âI had sex with him, and he tried to kill you,â you scoffed, a fresh tear rolling down and threatening to mess up your probably already smeared makeup. âI told him things. About us. About you.â
The sort of stuff that would sink his presidency if it came out in a confession.Â
Things that probably pushed him closer and closer to the edge of a cliff until he felt like he had to make a choice for you.Â
It was him or your husband.Â
âI know,â Satoru murmured. âBut itâs not your fault.â
You shook your head harder, his fingers dipping deeper into your hip to hold you steady. âI-âÂ
âIf Iâd taken better care of you, if I had just been there the way I shouldâve been, then none of this would have happened,â he added, remorse bleeding into every wound-tight word.Â
You couldnât come up with a reasonable response.
Nothing fit right. All your feelings were too big, unraveling into one tangled ball where you couldnât discern where the regret ended and the shame started. Unsure if the line still existed between love and loathing.Â
You had sex with Suguru because you wanted to hurt Satoru.Â
And now you were hurting so much youâd do anything to get it to just stop.Â
âWhat did he say to you?â He asked, and your stomach did another somersault.
âI think he wanted me to run away with him,â you admitted. A plane to who knows where, fake passports probably made, the last step of a plan he knew was failing. His last chance to actually steal you if he couldnât become president.Â
âOh,â Satoru exhaled. You could hear it in just a single syllable that he thought you would have accepted. Taken his offer.Â
âI wasnât going to go,â you whispered. Even if the SWAT team hadnât showed up, you wouldâve chosen him and your children.Â
Satoru turned you around, readjusting his grip on your hip, his stare slicing through every shield you spent so long building.Â
And then he kissed you.Â
Not one of those shallow, barely-there ones saved for public appearances. But hard, hungry. Making up for lost time. His teeth bumping into yours, his tongue desperately trying to slip inside your mouth and claim it again. Wash away the fact Suguru had been the last one to do it.Â
He only broke it when you needed air.Â
âSatoru,â you sucked in a small breath, a hard lump forming in your throat you knew would be too tough to swallow as your nose brushed against his. âDo you seriously think thereâs still a chance for us? After everything-â
âAboslutely,â he murmured, apparently still capable of being annoyingly confident. âThereâs nothing in our way now.âÂ
He dragged a thumb underneath your eyes, wiping away your mascara as you blinked up at him. And maybe you couldnât say it out loud, but your hands trembled and reached up to do something you used to cherish. Slowly loosening his tie for him, tugging it out and tossing it over his head.Â
Satoru smiled, and you remembered how easy it was to let your life revolve around it again.
He pulled you closer, your chest against his, his hands slowly tracing long patterns up-and-down your back, across your waist, far softer than you were used to. In the past, heâd been more like a starving dog, pawing and squeezing and ready to rut into you like an animal.Â
âEverything will be perfect once my presidency is over,â he promised, craning down to allow his soft lips to skim across your throat.Â
You once put your entire life in his hands. Stood in front of all your friends and family and said âI doâ because you were so sure that he was the one. Could you do it again?Â
âIâll buy you a new house.Wherever you want,â he hummed, punctuating every few words with more gentle pecks. âBy the beach. Another country. Get a pool. The kids wonât care if we fly out their friends a few times a year.âÂ
âI donât want a new house,â you murmured, rolling your eyes as he kissed. You missed your old one. Technically, you still had it, but you only really went back to it for holidays, or occasionally on birthdays. Where you had painted the rooms together and picked out furniture from catalogues and stores. Where you had taught your kids to walk and talk, their heights measured on doorframes. The place that still held all your favorite memories.Â
âIâm sorry,â he placated, another affectionate brush of his mouth over your damp cheeks. âTell me what you want.âÂ
âI donât know anymore,â you whispered.Â
âDo you want this?â He asked, delicately tracing over your side in your tight dress. âMe?âÂ
A handful of months ago you wouldâve huffed at him. Said never.Â
And yet, you were slowly nodding. Biting your lip as you broke, gave into the inevitable.Â
It really was till death do you part, you supposed.Â
âI do.âÂ
Satoru stripped you down until you were just wearing your jewelry. A diamond ring. The glittering necklace around your throat. The ones dangling from your ears. All signs of who you belonged to.Â
Standing bare in front of him, slowly taking off his suit jacket before slowly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, your fingers slightly shaking as you pulled off his belt and fiddled with his zipper. He had to sit down to get them off, the muscles in his legs twitching as he got them off. The puckered scar on his calf making you wince, another reminder of how fucked this all was.Â
Another faint one on his arm, healed better, a different shade of white on his pale skin.Â
âI-âÂ
His mouth was on yours before you could apologize again.Â
It only took him thirty seconds to have you on the bed.Â
Body pressed into the sheets, his hands spreading you open before he buried himself between your legs.Â
He kissed the inside of your thighs, savoring the plush flesh, before planting himself right above your sensitive clit, aching to be touched as much as the rest of you.Â
âMy pretty wife,â he hummed, his breath hot as it drifted over the neglected bud. âBeen missing you. This.â Â
White lashes fluttering as you hesitantly took the plunge, but rather than freezing water, cold disappointment, Satoru was warm.Â
The clouds were clearing so your sun could shine again.Â
Sure, the sky was still stormy, scattered with dark spots, but you no longer felt like you were standing under the downpour.Â
Satoru was shelter. Safety.Â
You shut your eyes, letting your hands feel the scruff of his hair, the strands sifting through your fingers as his own started to slip inside you. Testing the waters himself, seeing how wet you were for him.Â
And embarrassingly enough, you were already soaked.Â
Thighs tense as he sank inside your heat, trembling as he tenderly began to stretch you out. He still remembered every sweet spot. Where to push, how to pull you apart, what the right amount of pressure was to have you falling apart â and for him again.Â
âJust let go, baby,â he purred, tugging at some loose thread attached to your heart simply by thrusting his fingers in deeper. Asking you to let go of Suguru. Sweeping against your walls as you weakly sucked him in, scraping what was left of you back together to form something new. âLet me take care of you.âÂ
âS-S-â You couldn't even manage a syllable.Â
Squirming as he offered comfort in the form of sex. Stopping you from sobbing or splintering by turning all your sounds into breathless moans, broken whines you couldn't hold in. Had no space left inside you anymore, nowhere for any of your feelings to go except the air when your husband had two fingers stuffed deep.
He slotted a third finger inside you, your hips wiggling as you tried to move back, but he didn't let you budge, keeping you still with his free hand pressed against your stomach just below your belly button.Â
âI just want you to be all mine,â he dreamily murmured, dragging his fingers out and back in, his nose grazing against your clit before he moved his mouth just over it. Lips lingering there like he wanted you to ask for more. Resisting the urge to tease and taunt, to sink his teeth in and tear. Doing his best to be delicate.Â
âW-what happens if I say I am?â You managed to ask, back arching up off the bed as his taste buds dragged over that tight bundle of nerves, sparks raking down your spine.Â
âI'm never letting you go,â he whispered, wrapping his lips around your clit like he could prove it if he just made you cum. Showed you that he could fuck you better than Suguru did.
His jealousy wasn't discreet.Â
It was in the way his fingers dug into your skin a little deeper, how deliberate every swirl of his thick digits inside you felt, making sure you wouldn't miss a single touch, the constant desperate glances he'd take, peering from between your thighs to watch your reactions.
In the things he didn't ask.Â
Was he wondering how you had done it with his best friend? If he made you cum harder? Faster? What positions you preferred with him?Â
Some sick piece of you still hoped he was thinking that.Â
You didn't give him a real answer.
But you were losing the ability to think of one once he started painting practiced circles over your clit, hyper aware of how close you were to cumming as your toes curled tight.Â
âToru, it's too-â You cried out a protest, but you didn't really mean it. Didn't make it through the sentence without cumming hard on his hand, squeezing down as he coaxed you through your climax.Â
âToo much, pretty?â He teased, falling back into old rhythms like it was second nature. Taking back his place in your bed, in your pussy, like both had always belonged to him. âToo little?âÂ
You made some strangled sound, gasping as you started coming back down only for it to turn into a desperate whine the moment he pulled his fingers back out.
âYouâre too much,â you complained, but there was no more venom in your voice.
âYou married me,â he wryly said, his greedy gaze soaking in the sight of your slick pussy after he played with it.
âI did,â you muttered back, swallowing your disappointment although you were sure a sliver reached the surface.Â
âI really am sorry,â he apologized quietly, his stare shifting up to hold you captive. âFor everything. I'll spend the rest of my life saying it if I have to.âÂ
It didn't make it all okay.Â
Or even equal.Â
But you guessed you each had your own burdens to bear. Consequences and decisions you had to live with.Â
âIâm sorry too,â you whispered, unable to catch your breath as he climbed completely on top of you. One arm planted next to your head, keeping you caged in, his other hand cupping your cheek as he wiped away another tear you hadn't realized fallen.Â
âStop thinking about him,â he murmured. âItâs just us now.âÂ
Forever.Â
For better or worse.Â
And when he angled his cock at your entrance, you just wrapped your wrists behind his neck, cradling him close as he buried himself in the crook of your collarbone, you told yourself you needed him. That he could save you. Solve this. Nose nuzzling against your neck, inhaling your perfume while you toyed with his hair, glancing down to watch the first few inches slip in, the pretty pink head of his cock disappearing into your warmth. Â
Reminding you of every ridge, molding you again to his size, shaping you around him once more.Â
âFuck, fuck,â your husband hissed, sucking a rough mark on the inside of your throat like he was trying to stop himself from snapping. You could feel the clench of his jaw against your skin, his nose scrunching up, the muscles in his back getting all tense as his hips kept sinking down. âFeels like heaven, angel.â
He fucked you like he was the devil.Â
Dragging you under, down down down into the flames, burning desire searing through every nerve ending and rewiring your synapses until you couldn't remember how you got here.Â
Okay, perhaps that wasn't totally true.Â
But you could ignore it.
âForget about everything else,â he whispered into your ear, breathing hot and heavy as he split you open, snugly grinding against your womb as your hips shifted under his weight. âJusâ focus on me.âÂ
Did your focus ever really shift anywhere else?Â
Had your world revolved around anything but him since the first date? The first time he kissed you and called you his? When you had sex in the back of his car and he called you the most beautiful girl he'd ever met?Â
You believed every line back then.Â
And here you were, about to believe him again.
Your heart throbbed. His cock did too.
Satoru lifted up your hips, readjusting to dig his knees into the mattress, to get more leverage to start pounding into you faster. It wasn't mean, or even rough. Just, calculated. Controlling the angle, the pressure, measuring what face you made when he hit those sensitive spots he previously memorized.Â
âNothing fuckinâ compares to you,â he groaned, the lump in his throat bobbing hard as he paused with his tip practically smushed against your cervix, staring down at the sight of you sweating and panting under his muscled frame.Â
And not that you wanted to make your own comparisons, but you had to admit that sex with Satoru was nothing like it was with Suguru. Familiar guilt gnawing at your bones as you remembered how hard you tried to feed the awful emptiness inside yourself by letting Suguru fill you up himself.Â
But it was something only Satoru could touch.Â
He was leaner than before, you guessed from stress, or how ragged heâd been running himself.Â
Maybe youâd need to put in a request for him to be served more food at your family meals.
You let one of your hands drift down his chest, feeling the outlines of thick muscles, the defined ridges and divots. âYouâre not eating enough.âÂ
He grinned, abruptly dropping your hips back onto the plush mattress as he reached up to move a sweaty strand of hair out of your face. âIs my beautiful wife worrying about me?âÂ
âN-no,â you lied, sucking on your lower lip as you felt his cock twitch, so stuffed you didnât think you had any more room for him.
He laughed, light, airy, one of those sounds that made the room feel brighter.Â
And then he was rutting into you faster, desperation etched into every breath, every creak of the bed, felt in his fingers and his touch.Â
Craving you guessed he couldnât deny any more either.Â
âTell me you love me,â he groaned, a hand wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to hurt, applying the precise amount of pressure to make it difficult to breathe. Sucking in shallow inhales, your nails dragging down his shoulder blades as his cock throbbed inside of you. âPlease, I'm begging, say you still love me.â
You wished it was just the sex that made you say it.Â
But you were clutching onto him, taking every thrust as the headboard banged into the wall, nodding as much as you could with his palm pressed against your throat.Â
âI do,â you whispered. âI love you.âÂ
It didn't matter what you wanted. How hard you fought it.Â
Some things were just facts.Â
âI love you so fucking much,â Satoru promised back, kissing you as his other hand drifted down to grip the underside of your thigh, pushing it up higher to get a deeper angle.Â
Filthy squelches echoing in time with the bed creaking, the mattress dipping under your combined weight, in-and-out, in-and-out, your body on the brink of unravelling all over again.Â
There was admittedly something filthy in the fact your husband was about to drag another orgasm out of you just from how hard he was fucking you, your thighs preemptively tensing in anticipation as he threw his head back and dug his thumb in deeper on your throat.
Dragging his cock along your walls, so full you were pretty sure he managed to lodge your heart in your lungs, unable to suck any air in when your pussy was preoccupied sucking him in.Â
You didnât know which one of you finished first. Falling apart into each other, his cock throbbing, thick, warm ropes of cum filling you up as white stars splotched your vision. And when you opened your eyes, there was just more white, his hair dangling down in your face as he let go of your throat to reach down and rub your clit instead, to help get you through your second, intense climax of the night, shuddering hard in the sheets as you clawed at his back for purchase.Â
He didnât pull out.
Let you scratch his back, like heâd take any mark you left on him.Â
Satoru just kissed you again, sucking softly on your bottom lip, soothing you as his hands found new positions. Caressing your cheek. Holding your waist. Your arms awkwardly settling over his shoulders, his hair tickling your face as you made some distant mental note to tell him to go get a haircut soon.
Damp cum leaking down your thighs as a sudden thought struck you about twenty minutes too late.
âSatoru,â you breathed your husbandâs name, unable to sit up or squirm with his heavy weight keeping you pinned to the bed. âIâm not on birth control right now.âÂ
You were before, but with the assassination attempt and the safehouse, and then moving back, youâd forgotten to ask someone to pick up your prescription for you. Just slipped your mind when you were too stressed to think about having sex.Â
And now here you were, stuffed with your husbandâs cum, sticky and damp as his cock throbbed and leaked out the last drops, your throat threatening to close up while he shrugged his broad shoulders and snuggled up closer.Â
âIâll have someone pick up the morning after pill for you,â he murmured. âBut you know, maybe, a baby wouldnât be so bad.âÂ
âYouâre not funny,â you mumbled, wiggling just for him to let out a low moan. Youâd done the whole pregnancy and chasing after children thing in your twenties. Knew that it would be harder now, that everything was. Especially now that you had no clue how long heâd be limping for, or if heâd always need a cane now. It wasnât that you totally hated it, no repulsion or disgust simmering under the surface, just some of your rationality finally returning. You could get like, a cat or a fish, if he wanted something new. âYou couldâve died. Do you think nowâs the time-âÂ
âMaybe not now,â he hummed. âBut Iâm not going to be president forever.âÂ
You blinked, your fingers reflexively reaching up to brush his hair back from his face. Looking into his eyes and trying to decide if this was really what he wanted. If you were. And then he was craning his neck down, capturing your mouth in a gentle kiss before breaking away.Â
âIâm always going to be your husband.â
âGood morning, gorgeous.âÂ
Satoru didn't really want to wake you. If it was up to him, he'd spend the entire day like this. Your cheek squished on his chest, your bare body tangled in the sheets with him. Watching you start to stir, sleepily blinking up at him as your palm tried to press off his shoulder to sit up.Â
But he held you down, kept you close as the morning sun streamed through the window. âWe can stay in bed a little longer.âÂ
You were worth the risk of being late to a meeting or two.Â
âSatoru,â you said his name, a hint of caution still bleeding through your tired voice. âLast night, we-âÂ
âWe can take this slow, okay? Work on us,â he murmured, stroking your hair softly as he didn't say the last part he was thinking out loud. Without Suguru to interfere.Â
He finally had his fucking life back.Â
His wife.Â
âDid you mean everything you said?â You yawned, letting him draw faint shapes on your skin, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to drift back into your dreams.Â
âEvery word,â he softly said.
His back was sore, leg already throbbing before he even moved. Throat dry from the sounds you ripped from it. But his chest felt warm, completely content for the first time in fucking years now that you were next to him again.Â
You made a small sound, a little mmph, but you rolled over, off of him to squint at the time on the alarm clock, reaching out to turn it off before it could even ring.Â
âIâm never letting you go,â he added quietly. Soberly.Â
Not now. Not ever.Â
âYou should go to your morning meeting,â you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. Turning over on your side to stare at his side profile. Your finger slowly reaching out to trace over the slope of his nose, over the edges of his mouth, across his jaw. âIf you promise to be back for lunch.âÂ
He leaned in to kiss the tip of your own nose, almost groaning at how good you smelled. How much he missed this.Â
But there wouldnât be another morning that heâd go without it.Â
âPinky promise.â
You helped him get in the shower, scrubbing the sex and sweat from his body before he awkwardly yanked his pants up and popped a pain killer. Listened to you talk about maybe taking the kids somewhere for an actual vacation after his term was up, suggesting foreign beaches and going sightseeing as he smiled and nodded along. You even let him kiss you goodbye, a silky robe tied around your waist as you leaned out the door to watch him walk down the hall.
But still, he didnât mind doing his job.
He had a duty after all.Â
Sitting in the Oval Office, reclaiming his chair as people surrounded him with problems only he could solve.Â
Everyone was ignoring the elephant in the room, the absence that could be felt, or rather seen, in the newspaper on the table. The photograph of the man who was no longer vice president.Â
His former best friend.
While another old one was sitting on the couch, his chief of staff just blankly waited without making any notes for once, only watching as other members flitted in-and-out.Â
Nanami glared at him after everyone else left, the door thudding shut as the two of them were left alone.Â
Satoru was used to it, but it still caught him off-guard when the blond spoke up, âIâm resigning.âÂ
âWhy?â He blanched, almost laughing at the absurdity of it.Â
Things had never been better. Approval ratings were through the roof. News stations were already covering the story, Suguruâs face splashed across every headline as people speculated about his plot to become president.Â
âI know what you did.âÂ
He chuckled, leaning forward in his seat as he cocked his head to the side. âAnd what, exactly, did I do?âÂ
âWho do you think he came to when he started to suspect something was off about his security detail?â Nanami interrupted his poor attempt at feigning innocence, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his pants.Â
âWell, it's not your problem or mine, anymore,â Satoru dismissed it, waving his hand as he resisted scoffing. There was no plea deal or bargain left for Suguru to make.Â
His guilt was predetermined.Â
And Satoru had no plans to pardon him.Â
Nanami took a few steps towards the door, and Satoru pressed his palm on his desk to brace himself to stand. His left leg was uncomfortably stiff, a dull ache radiating across the injured limb that he doubted would go away any time soon. The scar was ugly, something that admittedly pricked at him more than it should, but he supposed it was a small price to pay to have you back.Â
Besides, he always liked listening to you scold him, to give you a reason to pay him a little extra attention. Peace of mind to know that while Suguru was staring at concrete walls, he got to watch you fawn over how much he ate and how he was healing.Â
âWhat are you going to do about it?â He asked before Nanami could reach the door.Â
âNothing,â Nanami muttered, pausing to let out an exhausted exhale. âThatâs why Iâm quitting.âÂ
âYouâre not even curious why?â Satoru asked, nose scrunching up.Â
âI assume it was because he had sex with your wife,â Nanami dryly replied. âAlthough, I admit I donât fully understand how you did it.âÂ
âThe hardest part was finding someone who looked enough like Suguru,â Satoru snickered, running his fingers through his grown-out hair, missing the soft buzz of his undercut. But he wanted to be what you liked. Who you liked. For now, at least, until you remembered all the reasons why Satoru was superior.Â
Nanami huffed, like he couldnât believe him.Â
âItâs funny how easy it is to get people to do what you want when you pay them enough,â he vaguely added, limping around to lean against his desk.
Kenjaku was a bit of an asshole, but he looked enough like Suguru that anyone watching the surveillance footage of their meeting would assume it was him especially when it was coupled with Mahitoâs confession, there wasnât much the real one could do when he didnât have an actual alibi. No, heâd been too busy sneaking around with you, bringing you to his place that didnât have security cameras to record your affair with his phone shut off to save himself from being framed.
He doubted that youâd remember the exact date of the last time you slept with his best friend. Wouldnât be able to recall that you were the only person who might be capable of clearing him.Â
Suguru had sealed his own fate.Â
Nanami opened the door a crack, jaw clenched tight as Satoru contemplated what his price would be.Â
âI'll need a new VP in the next election,â Satoru hummed, watching Nanamiâs brows scrunch together before he sighed. âPosition's yours if you want it.âÂ
âNo thanks,â Nanami grimaced, but Satoru simply shrugged. He couldn't exactly blame him given what fate had befallen his former VP. Rotting in a high security prison cell for the crime of fucking his wife. âI think I'm going to move to Malaysia.âÂ
âYeah?â He arched up a brow.
âYou should think of moving on too,â Nanami coolly suggested, standing up and straightening his tie. âDon't run for reelection.â
âThe nation needs me,â Satoru scoffed. And he'd be damned if he let his mark on history just be rumors of getting impeached and an attempted assassination attempt.Â
âWhat about your wife?â Nanami challenged, as if he knew anything about the two of you.Â
Nanami wasn't married. Didn't have a partner.Â
He didn't understand.Â
Marriage meant sacrifice sometimes. Support. Satoru wasn't about to make the same mistakes again. You wouldn't slip away from him this time. He would do everything right.
Suguru would be stuck with a life sentence.Â
And Satoru would get everything he ever wanted.Â
âShe loves me.â
reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated even when it's cringe <3
your muscles being pleasantly sore after exercise is such a nice incentive I can see why they patched that in. the forced regular logins to avoid losing progress however are a predatory practice and deserve nothing but scorn.
â¶ïžïž Dollhouse (starring . Toji Fushiguro & Jin Itadori)
synopsis . In which youâre the neighborhood babysitter whoâs caught the attention of the neighborhood's hottest dilfs. When Toji canât afford to pay you, Jin steps in to save the day with an offer that pulls all three of you together for a night.
content . afab!reader, size kink, manhandling, threesome, heavy tension, spitting, fiiiiilth, perversion, finger sucking, men flirting, breeding kink(s), implied age gapâtheyâre older (yuji & megumi are kids), lotsss of oral sex, slight humiliation, mentions of panty stealing, tojikuna sneak (i canât help myself), double penetration, pussy slapping, lots of dirty talk (theyâre both nasty with it), overstim, dumbification, general mentions of sukuna, petnames, surprise ending (as always), almost & eventually getting caught, fluff if you read this with ur eyes closed, "hints" of jin x toji, etc.
word count . 8.6k | author's note: art from hereâive had this in my drafts ever since i set my eyes on tht art btw. this fic goes out to my lovers @uhnosav & @fricks since ik this was most anticipated by you both <3
You were never the strongest person when it came on to hot older menâa fact of which you'd come to terms with long before you started babysitting the children of said hot older men.
And yet, for some reason, Toji Fushiguro was finding utmost difficulty in convincing you to do one little favor for him.
Now, being oneâout of twoâof your neighborhood's most desired single fathers, Toji thought this conversation with you would go far smoother than it was currently playing out. Perhaps it was his own ego that deluded him to this point or your persistent stubbornness but, either way, he wasn't asking you for that much.
You'd been dodging his texts and calls all week prior, so when he caught sight of you fishing through an assortment of vegetables at the local grocery store, he figured he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to speak with you.
It's been about fifteen minutes since he started running that big mouth of his and yet most of his words seem to be going through one ear and out the other.
Why? Because it's obvious he wants you to watch Megumi for free tonight.
His hair was a mess of dark tresses like always and the casual wear he wore to conceal his unfairly beefy body never failed to coax your eyes into dipping towards places they probably shouldn't haveâcatching the way his broad shoulders strained against the worn-out black shirt he had on.
You listened keenly while he complained though, giving short nods as if you didn't know where he was going with the bullshit list of complaints he was dumping on youâŠ
"âSaid all that to say, I need ya' tonight, but I don't have the money," And there it was. Toji finished off with a heavy exhale, staring at you with those heavyset green eyes of his and waiting for some sort of reaction.
Heâd spent all that time listing bills, repairs, school feesâand a bunch of other extra stuffâin hopes of properly fooling you.
You halfway roll your eyes at the man, having seen straight through him from the beginning. âI dunno, Mr. Fushiguro. The last time we had this conversation, I ended up watchinâ Megumi for a whole monthâfree of charge.â You reminded him sternly.
Toji often had a way of letting that intimately-shaded gaze of his silently convince you into giving him what he wanted. You hated how easily youâd fallen for it in the past but it was finally time to put your foot down and somewhat stand up for yourself.
His eyes would flick over you without a single care in the world as to whether or not you caught onto the heat behind them and his jaw neatly sat taut with the tension of stress in between his words, âI know, I know. But, câmon, yâknow mâgood for it⊠eventually. I paid yaâ back, didnât I?â
You shrug rather sheepishly before glancing towards the shopping cart full of groceries in front of you, âYeah, after another three weeks of reminding you to.â
Toji clicks his tongue and steps closer, the scent of his thickly cheap cologne seeping into your space in a way that made you feel hot. âThat wonât happen this time, I promise. Itâs jusâ for one night. Canât you do that for me?â
You look at him, trying to ignore how his gaze unreasonably has you second guessing your will to say no. âI have other kids to watch over tonight, Mr. Fushiguro. Other kids whose father's pay me on time.â
âFuck those kids,â Toji puffs out without thinking. He quickly regrets his words when he sees the look of disapproval plastered all over your face. Clearing his throat, âMegumi is your favorite to look over, no?â
âHe's quieter in comparison to the rest so, sometimes, yeah.â You explain to him honestly. Your full attention diverts from him as you reach over for the item you'd been scouring aisles for prior to him approaching you, dumping it into your cart after.
Toji has to refrain from acting like a big ole brat in reaction to not exactly getting his way with you. Sighing, âThen why is this even up for debate?â He asks before inching closer to your cart and then placing a hand on its edge to lean against, âCâmon, doll, yâknow you wanna do this favor for me. I'll make it up to ya'."
You'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling the least bit tempted when he spoke to you like that.
Looking at him in a way that makes him feel like you weren't convinced in the slightest, âOnly if Iâm getting paid." Your words fall flatly off your tongue and his shoulders slump as you continue, "Iâm not gonna keep repeating myself to youââ
âExcuse me,â A kindhearted voice soothes in from your left and Tojiâs right.
When you both turn, youâre met with gentle eyes hidden behind a neatly sat pair of glasses that are edged with a slivery frame. The bright pink hair strikes your recognitive nerve and makes you sigh in relief.
Now, if you had to pick a favorite client or family, it would definitely be the Itadoriâs. Though, their family was a lot rowdier than the Fushiguroâs.
The sweater adorned over Jin's body is nothing short of spotless and you hate how it's one of the first things you truly register as that initial wave of surprise fades. The clean white knit that clings close enough to his frame to hint at the solid build hiding beneath it does little to help you stay focused on the conversation at hand.
You take in his appearance in the same fashion you took in Toji'sâcatching how his crisp sleeves push up just enough to reveal his forearms, a neat silver watch wrapped around his wrist as his hand unconsciously flexes against the handle of the basket he's carrying.
âAh, sorry. Didnât mean to interrupt,â Jin hums in that easy going tone that has you forgetting about Toji for a moment and melting on the spot.
Your eyes widen all apologetically as you shake your hand to dismiss his benevolently murmured statement. âNo, no, youâre fine.â You insist before cutting your gaze back Toji's way, âWe were just wrapping up anyway, right, Mr. Fushiguro?â
He rolls his eyes sassily and scoffs right in your face, âLike hell we were.â
âI am not babysitting for free.â You press.
Under that brawny frame of his, something desperate threatens to spill out from his expression as he frowns, âButââ
âI could pay for him.â Jin offers suddenly, mindlessly looking past you.
You both turn your heads again.
âWhat?â You blink.
Tojis scoffs, âOr she could stop beinâ such a brat ân justââ
âToji, câmon now." Jin cuts in, ever the mediator. "You're looking for a sitter for tonight, yes?" His question dulls over to Toji as he brushes against you to reach for some tomatoes and bring them closer for inspection.
Grumpily redirecting his displeased gaze elsewhere, Toji sighs, "Yeah.."
"Perfect because Yuji's being watched tonight!" Jin tells him immediately, weighing the tomatoes in his palm and switching through a few before settling on the one closest to perfection.
You also hate how closely you're paying attention to him but, it's a habit you've yet to break out of.
At the sound of his cheerfully expressed statement, your eyes get impossibly wider and you try your best to send the all-too-kind man a disagreeing look, "Mr. Itadori, please, you don't have toâ"
"No, no, I insist." He tells you, the softness of his gaze promptly wafting over your worried expression. "Our kids are best buds and you're Yuji's favorite sitter, I don't mind covering all charges."
How responsible, you think to yourself.
Toji clicks his tongue before you can respond to that, clearly irritated, "You don't gotta do that, Jin."
"I know," Jin sets one of the tomatoes back, feeling more satisfied with another. "I want to."
Dryness invades your throat and suddenly you're hating every slight bodily reaction you're having because of this manâwhether it be internal or external. The way his words run off of his tongue, all intentional and collected as if showing off were the last thing he meant to do in the moment.
There was something about how he wasn't speaking like he wanted to swoop in and make Toji look badâhow he makes his offers like it's the most obvious thing to do, like taking care of things 'n people is just second nature to him.
Fuck, you're quickly reminded why his family is one of your favorites to be involved with. "That's uh," You clear your throat so that your admiration for the man doesn't blurt itself out, "That's really generous of you."
Jin's gaze shifts onto you again, this time with a little more warmth than you're expecting. Since he's closer now, a faint scent of something fresh sweeps your way. "Well, you'd be doing the both of us a favor," He smiles reassuringly, "Yuji's mentioned how he wants to hang out with Megumi more and I'd hate to disappoint him knowing I had the perfect opportunity to set that up for him."
Something embarrassingly dramatic flips about in your chest. Of course Yuji's feelings are his top priority.
The weight on the side of your cart from Toji's leaning on it lifts away as he folds his arms and mutters somethingâassumably slickâunder his breath.
Your ears don't catch it but Jin's seem to with the way he chuckles lightly and pats the man on his shoulder completely unbothered, "You can pay me back whenever you're able." He says plainly before adding, "Or don't. Whatever works best for you, Toji."
You're much too busy glancing back and forth between the two men, noticing how comical the contrast is.
Toji, much taller and broodingâleaning against your cart again like he owns the damn thing and all space surrounding, and rumpled cottony shirt stretching unfairly against his massive build.
Meanwhile there was Jin, who's posture was straighter and sweater brighter as if he put love into every wash. Even the groceries in his basket were neatly arranged like he actually planned for every meal throughout the week, while Toji carried a singular pack of beer.
The difference makes you snort, lips twitching to bite back your amused smile before you look away in hopes of hiding your reaction.
Jin notices firstâbecause of course his attention divides between you and Toji flawlesslyâand then a flicker of something unknown twirls within his eyes as he tilts his head slightly, "Unless uh, this is too much for you? Watching both kids?"
Now your stomach was fluttering. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself, at how easy a simple question had you feeling like a ditz. "Huh?" You gape, shaking out of your daze directly after, "No, it's fine. I can make it work."
Toji exhales rather victoriouslyâhappy to have gotten what he wanted one way or another.
Jin's smile spreads wider and every feature on his face seems to soften again, "Good. I'll also throw in a little extra for all these last-minute changes."
"You really don't have to do that," You say quickly.
"I know," He echoes his earlier statement, "I want to."
There it is again.
Your gaze dips at that, finding difficulty in keeping yourself calm with how smoothly things work themself out with him. "Thank you, Mr. Itadori," You manage pliantly, eyes caught on how the white fabric stretches faintly against his arm as he shifts his basket from one hand to the other.
You felt like you were going insaneâgawking at both of these men like you didn't know any better. Control yourself, slut.
"Jin," The man corrects suddenly, earning the eye contact from you again.
You swallow thickly enough for both he and Toji to notice. Which is exactly why the darker haired man rolls his eyes, "Oh brother."
"Thank you, Jin." You say as you ignore Toji entirely.
Stepping back to give you enough space, "Well then, I'll see you all tonight, yeah?"
You nod and Toji grumps, earning a nudge on his arm from Jin just as you begin to wave the men off and turn down a nearby aisle to continue your shopping from earlier.
The two men watch you leave with the same look in their eyes before you disappear from their line of sight entirely. They stand together silently for a moment as the squeak of your cart steadily fades into the low hum of the store and blends in with all other sounds.
Then, Jin lets out a sigh that causes the air between them to change, "Sheâs wonderful, isnât she?â He comments lightly, turning toward the other assortment of produce as he proceeds to his shopping.
His half rhetorical question prompts Toji to linger around. âThatâs one word for it.â He says evenly, looking to him shortly after, âNow whatâs the real reason behind why you did that?â
Jin doesn't move his attention from the vegetables ahead, âHm? What do you mean?â
âIâm not buyinâ this nice guy crap," Toji's arms unfold and he slips his hands into his spacey pockets, the fabric of his sweats weighing down a little and revealing a teasing slither of smooth skin that Jin just barely peaks over at. "You can be honest with me, Jin.â
He chuckles, âFine, fine. Iâll admit it, I do like having her over." Lifting his head to meet Toji's questioning stare, the silver frames of his glasses manage to capture the fluorescent lights overhead. "Seeing her tend to Yuji is⊠heartwarming, to say the least.â
Toji's mouth twitches, his scar moving in tandem, âYeah, âguess so.â
âYou donât agree?" Jin tilts his head slightly as he puts on a more assessing look, "As far as her watching over Megumi goes, I mean.â
Toji shrugs not-so-casually, âHeartwarming isnât how Iâd describe it.â
A moment of silence stretches between the two men again, lacking the sense of awkwardness that's to be expected from no immediate response. Distant shopping carts are heard rattling at the ends of various aisles, people are heard laughing, kids fussing. And yet, the two hold one another in place via gazes far too intense to be platonic.
Eventually, Jin blinks and a mix of curiosity and innocence colors over his doe-like brown eyes, âThen how would you describe it, if you donât mind me asking?â
Toji's tongue swats out to wet his lips unconsciously as he inhales slowly. Then, the word, âSensual.â drives out of his mouth in a manner so smooth it causes Jin's brain to short circuit.
âOh.â He chokes briefly after, surprise etching itself into his face.
Catching the silence beneath his reaction, Toji huffs, "Don't give me that look."
Jin's lashes begin to flutter elsewhere before he clears his throat, "I didnât realize I was giving you one."
The base in Toji's voice unknowingly pitches deeper, "You always do." He blurts out, cocking his head to the side a bit as his eyes glaze down the slightly shorter man's body. "Same one you used to give me."
That statement makes Jin visibly tense up. The two men were far from strangers, even outside of the relationship between their kids. Years back and you could find Toji and SukunaâJin's slightly older and rougher twin brotherâin a very toxically induced relationship.
So, when Toji's subtle reference to the way Jin acted towards him around that time threatens to add to the current tension between them, he can't help but freeze up a little.
"That... was a long time ago," Jin murmurs eventually.
Toji steps closer with intent, invading the little space that remained between them as he does so. "Wasn't that long," He corrected, "I still remember how you used to watch me go in and out of your brother's place like you had somethin' to say. It's unfortunate I never got that outta' youâwhatever it is you had on your mind."
Jin scoffs louder than he means to, "It's not unfortunate at all considering I never had anything to say. Hence why nothing was ever said." Meeting Toji's eyes again, "You were imagining things."
A crooked smirk spreads out across scarred lips, "Yeah?" The word slips off of his tongue like it's something dirty. Jin hates how it causes him to divert his gaze again. "S'not my fault you were never good at hidin' it." Toji sneers.
"Hiding whatâ" Jin cuts himself clean off, his jaw beginning to flex from the stress this conversation was bringing about. After pausing to collect himself, "We're not discussing the past."
Voice softening only a fraction, Toji eases annoyingly closer, "We kinda are, Jin."
"No," He argues firmly, "We were discussing her, and the topic of conversation should've remained on her."
The moment following those words is one filled with them holding eyes. Their own history of lingering glances is thick within the air. Toji and Sukuna were quite the pair in the past but Toji and Jin existed as nothing more than a muddled mess of feelings that were never meant to be addressed.
"Y'know what, you're right." Toji nods finally, glancing off. "But, remind me what it is about her that makes you feel so uh," He clicks his tongue, "Heartwarmed?"
Jin finally manages to ignore the intimidation Toji's trying to pass off, straightening up in the way he stands before shamelessly repeating himself, "The way she cares for Yuji."
Something cockier threads into Toji's eyes, "That does somethin' for you?"
"You're asking that like you don't agree," Jin counters quickly, scoffing. "Like you haven't felt it yourself."
Toji shrugs, "I havenât.â
âYou just said it feels sensual for you.â
âExactly," The seemingly pointless direction of this talk was going to drive Jin crazy any second now. It was downright aggravating how Toji had a response for everything, "So, I donât agree with you. Itâs not heartwarming to watch her. My eyes ainât that respectful.â
A subtle vein ticks against Jin's jaw, âShould be.â
âYours never were.â Toji huffs.
That seems to do it.
âToji.â Jin spits out coldlyâvoice lacking whatever warmth it held earlier when you were around.
Far too delightfully, Toji smiles as he mocks him, âJin.â
Another beat of silence pass between them before Jin finds himself entirely fed up with this and remembers that he could just walk away. So, he does.
Turning on his heels and breaking the silence with the sound of his footsteps as he tries to hurry off before Toji can say anything else.
Unfortunately for him, Tojiâever the provokerâmerely stands there and waits a few seconds before deciding to call out after him in that deceptively lazy tone of his, âYou always did have a thing for people that arenât yours, huh?â
Jin pauses, unable to help himself, and turns back swiftly. His words fly out his mouth before he properly processes them, âShe isnât yours, Toji. Sheâs a babysitter that we both share.â
âNot in the way weâd prefer though, right?â Toji challenges.
All of Jin's composure is fractured with one simple question because what was Toji even talking about anymore? What other way would theyâ
âI-, excuse me?â Chokes out of Jin's throat the moment it clicks for him.
âJin,â Toji groans this time, rolling his eyes, âFor fuck's sake, drop the innocent old man actââ
âYouâre older than me,â He cuts in.
ââAnd stop pretending like that woman doesnât drive you crazy.â Toji finishes off.
Jin shuts up right then, letting Tojiâs words fully settle into his mind. Drive him crazy? You?
Why the hell would you drive him crazy? Youâre just a babysitter. The thought of looking at you in any other light feels uncomfortable.
But... not in a way that's unwelcomed. In fact, that statement seems to tug Jin out of all his delusions and force him to really think about you for a moment.
You were always responsible in his home, organized to a fault, caring for any and all family that crowded the Itadori house, and above all elseâpainfully distracting in a way he only acknowledged after staring for too long.
The conversation between Toji and Jin ends after that. Jin barely spares his friendâif he could even call Toji thatâa goodbye before departing. The rest of his shopping is conducted with tense shoulders and a clouded head.
Jin promised himself from the moment he laid his eyes on you that he'd never look at you in that way, no matter how prettily you batted your lashes at him or how politely you addressed him. But now, because of Toji...
He can't get you out of his head and he's supposed to face you again in a few hours.
Fuck.
ââ
It's like every interaction prior to that revelation is suddenly put under a microscope in Jin's mind. He never thought about it that way until Toji said somethingâand it's just his luck that the brooding bastard chose today of all days to point it out.
Now Jin can't unsee itâcan't unsee you in that aspect.
He tells himself that his thoughts of you were always innocent. Mostly, anyway. There were only a handful of times his gaze lingered longer than it should'veâlonger than what was appropriate. And those questions he'd asked you in the past? Those were harmless, he's sure. It can't be a crime to want to know you better, can it?
You were watching his son for hours on end, after all. It wasn't unreasonable to want to know who you were beyond your credentials and qualifications.
Which means it wasn't inappropriate to ask if anyone was taking care of you the way you take care of everyone else... right?
And when you'd said no, there was nothing scandalous about the way he offered himself. No harm in the quiet, "Would you like someone to?" that followed instinctively after.
...Right?
Fuck.
Who was he trying to convince here? It becomes rather apparent that he's been a lost cause for a while now.
There was the time you lost your phone and bent over the couch to find it. Jin hadn't meant to lookâbut you were right there, barely a few feet away. Where else was he meant to look?
The memory alone still makes heat trickle down to places it probably shouldn't be.
What he didn't realize was that Toji had been dealing with the same problem.
Hell, he had it worse.
A while back, when the shower in the guest bathroom broke, Toji had told you to use his instead. "Make yourself comfortable," He'd told you, unsuspecting of how this action would have great consequences to him later on.
The night he came home late from work and heard the water running is remembered vividly. The bathroom door was cracked just enough for steam to spill out into the empty hall. Megumi was asleep so the only ones to recall the event are you and the begrudgingly perverted man who'd foolishly allowed you to use his bathroom.
He didn't really see you considering the angle spared him that much reprieve but he did see the lace you left draped over the sink. Such a delicate pair of panties abandoned without a second thought.
You never noticed how they went missing after that day.
Toji told himself he kept them because he needed them, instead of simply wanting them. Because watching you with Megumi did the same thing to him as it did to Jinâthe only difference being that Toji has the balls to act on it. When you spend months caring for his kid like he was yours, how else is he supposed to feel towards you?
Even the way you smile at the grumpy lil' boy is enough to have Toji thinking you might as well have the words 'breed me' written out across your forehead.
Was it wrong to look at you and think of you in ways that had nothing to do with babysitting? Absolutely. Did Toji care? Not at all.
So if it took a little needling earlierâjust enough to make Jin look at you the way he already had beenâthen fine.
He'd take the blame for that.
ââ
Nightfall comes quicker than Jin expects, and he finds himself standing in front of you again far too soon.
Before he left his house and as you were talking to himâexplaining what the next few hours of watching both Yuji and Megumi would costâhe was hardly able to catch the words leaving your mouth. His attention had been fixed on the gloss on your lips and the way it caught the light every time you spoke.
He was too busy wondering how sweet it would taste, how sweet you would taste.
Shortly after, Jin left in quite the hurry. Hell, his rush was made with such abruption that it may have come across as if you'd offended him. Obviously you hadn'tâa mere smile and steady walk back into the house surely isn't enough to warrent any feelings of offense so, you ended up going about your job as usual.
The rest of the night then passes without incident.
Yuji falls asleep first, sprawled dramatically across the couch and Megumi keeps his weary eyes open a little longer. Similar to his father, his stubbornness happens to be what keeps him up longer than his pink-haired friend but by the time he finally knocks himself outâhe's curled up in the corner of the same couch as Yuji.
You were left to carefully take each of them upstairs and tuck them in properly, returning back to the quiet kitchen afterwards.
You've just begun wiping down the counter when you hear the front door unlock with a sharp set of clicks that ring out through the otherwise silent kitchen.
You straighten up immediately.
Toji walks in first, rolling his shoulders back and scrunching up his face slightly as the tension in them eases off through his movements. Jin follows in a second later and shuts the door behind him, locking it as quietly as he can.
You angle yourself towards the counter's edge, reaching for a nearby cloth so it looks like you'd been busy for much longer than you actually had been.
The sound of their shuffling and quiet conversation fades as they approach the kitchen, Jin walking in first with a softened grin on his face.
After exchanging glances with the both of them, you offer a smile of your own and whisper, "They're asleep." as if the deafening silence of the house hadn't given that away already.
Toji makes his way over to the kitchen island and plops himself down onto one of the stools there, the poor furniture creaking slightly beneath his bulky weight. "Both of 'em?" He asks curiously.
You nod, "Mhm, Yuji was out first but it took Megumi about an hour and a half to follow suit."
Laughing quietly to himself, "Sounds about right." Toji responds.
Normally, this is the part where you'd finish up with your unrequired cleaning, gather your things, remind Jin of the total, accept your payment, and head out.
Yet, something lulls you into lingering and neither of the men seem too concerned with dismissing you just yet.
Jin moves around the counter and approaches your side, standing in front of the empty sink and letting his brows furrow, "I told you that you didn't have to clean up," He hums, turning his head your way.
You shrug sheepishly, idly wiping the counter space in front of you. "I know, I know. But, I wasn't doing anything else and it's no big deal."
âYou do so much for us, doll.â Toji comments suddenly, earning your eyes on him instead.
You blink a couple times as the sudden petname throws you off. It wasn't like he hadn't called you that before but it did feel different to hear in front of Jin.
Toji's leaning forward against the counter now, his forearms resting against the cool marble, and eyes are uncaring as they take in every detail of your appearance.
Then the side of his mouth where that scar sits began to lift, "No boyfriend, huh?â
âNo, no, not at all.â You rush out as if you had the answered practiced and prepared for him or something. Making up for the way you nearly came off as needy, âI donât have much time for one.â You clarify.
The heat from Jin's gaze on you is felt before his voice soothes over, âDo you consider yourself that much to handle?â He asks.
âHm?" Your brows scrunch up as you turn your head to him. Eye widened, "No! Iâm usually just wrapped up in work and.. men these days are a handful so,â You trail off for a moment before noticing how they're both looking at you, âAh, no offense.â
âNone taken, sweetheart.â Jin's smile seems to be wider now, or perhaps more cunning.
You're not really sure.
Hell, the only thing you are sure of now in this moment is that they were both peering at you entirely different than they were earlier in the store. Or at least Jin for sure was. Where Toji's concerned, you can't say he doesn't look at you like this often.
Though, the combination of their attention definitely makes you fidget where you stand. So much so that the cloth you'd been using to wipe the counter slips right off of the edge and falls to the ground.
With a quiet curse falling from your lips, you quickly and nervously rush to reach for it only to find your hand meeting Jin's as he does the same. You don't know if it's more awkward or painfully cliche the way you two meet eyes whilst kneeled to the floor to grab some stupid rag.
His glasses frame his eyes perfectly and you can't help but notice it now that he's closer to you.
Those pretty brown eyes that are normally reflected with such a light 'n gentle color now appear to be different. While the color is inherently the same, the way his gaze steadies on your face for a dragging moment, drops down to your mouth for a second far too long, and then falls to your hand brushing against his is enough to tell you that something had changed.
You wondered if Toji had told him somethingâeven though you're unsure what the man could've said to have Jin looking at you like he wanted to make you the mother of his future kids.
Breaking out of it, you shoot up to your feet and let Jin gather the rag instead. "I uhm," Your mind was a mess and it bothered you to no end, "I should probably get going."
Jin lifts himself up slowly and you realize just how close he is to you, his height alarmingly highlighted as you find yourself moving your gaze up just to meet his. Even so, he still manages to give you that warm smile of his, "Or you could stay, it's late." He offers.
You swallow all too loudly, the sound catching both of their ears.
Toji smirks the moment he realizes you're nervous.
"W-Well," The stutter that teeters out of you makes you want to shrink up and disappear. Unfortunately for your growing embarrassment, nothing else decides to leave your lips.
Shaking his head, "Toji's staying too, given how late it is. You could use one of the spare rooms. Choso's or Sukuna's, whatever you're more comfortable with." All his words leave him a bit too cleanly, almost as if he had prepared this suggestion to you not too long ago. "If you decide to stay, that is." Jin adds finally.
Instead of battling with your failing vocal capabilities, you settle for a nod and then take a few steps back, "Yeah, that works. I'll go move my things into one of those rooms then."
Both men noticed how quickly you try to escape the kitchen and they exchange a short glance.
They didn't even have to do or say anything else for you to pause as soon as you reach the doorway, glimpsing back at the two, "Oh but, before I forget, I'll still need payment for both Yuji and Megumi, Mr. Itadori."
Jin nods knowingly and starts to reach into his pocket for his wallet, bringing you right back into the kitchen.
âOrâŠâ Toji drawls suddenlyâcausing Jinâs eyes to frantically snap onto him. No fucking way. Surely the glance they exchanged wasn't a hint toward-, âWe could pay you another way.â
Shit.
This isn't how Jin wanted to go about things, not exactly. He thought there would be more of a gradual build up or something. Though, he's not quite complaining, all things considered.
Especially not with the way you seem to perk up as you look over at Toji all innocently and murmur, âAnother way⊠how?â
ââ
Youâve always eyed up both Jin and Toji like you wanted them to pass you back ân forth but this-, this isnât something you thought would ever happen.
When you agreed to let them pay another wayâallowing your curiosity to get the better of youâtheyâd hauled you off into Sukunaâs old bedroom faster than you could process what was happening.
A great many hushed out questions of, âIs this okay?â and, âCan we touch you here?â came fluttering past their lips in between the wet way in which their lips met all inches of your skin.
You were a mess just from the kissing but then it quickly became something more.
Toji snatched at your top and damn near ripped your bra off just to get his greedily rough hands splayed out across your skin. His fingers eagerly pinched your nipples, tongue coming in to make up for the pain it induced, and vibrating groans bellowing out as if to soothe you over.
Then heâd come back up to your mouth, tugging your lips apart with his own and invading the space between them with sloppy wafts of his tongue. Fervently grunting against you as your lips slicked ân slid over one another.
Toji wasnât just a messy kisser, he was a nasty one. Heâd grab onto your jaw, snatch you in impossibly closer, grit out, âOpen up fâme,â and then spit directly into your oral cavern just to seal it all in with another searing kiss.
All the while sweet Jin was much more interested in adorning the lower half of your body in softer, more delicate kisses. The plush of his lips met every other inch of you while Toji occupied your upper half.
Things were moving so fast that you hardly recall how you ended up in the first position between the two. One moment, they were both kissing you, and the next, you were lying across the bed with Jinâs flushed-out face tucked in between your legs while Tojiâs cock hung leaking in front of your face.
Your head hung off the edge of the bed while Toji gathered his dick into his hand, giving himself a few slow strokes as he watched the way your hips rocked up uncontrollably against all that Jinâs delicate mouth had to offer you. Somehow, the man you thought to be oh-so-kind and gentle was everything but.
Jin ate pussy like he meant to get you pregnant with his tongueâas if feeling your honeyed slick smear across his taste buds was the single thread keeping him attached to what was happening. Youâd never felt a greedier tongue before. Not even Tojiâs being in your mouth moments prior could compare to the sinful skill that poured out of Jinâs mouth.
And to top it all off, you had Toji's fat cock being tugged at right in front of your blissed-out expression. His head remained tipped to the side whilst he kept his greedy eyes cast down on the bare frame of you.
He was just standing there the entire time all smug as he got off on the feel of your airy moans tickling the feverish skin of his erection, your breathy pants brushing down 'n in between his balls in a way that made him shudder. As his hand would stroke down to his base, he'd try to grip at himself a little tighter just to stop himself from cumming too soon.
Truth be told, he'd always looked at you under a perverted lightâunlike the kinder man who's tongue was currently bullying your dewy folds apartâand finally having you like this made it rather difficult for him not to lose himself early on.
Hell, the first time he and Jin pawed at your shirt he thinks he groaned like some slut at the sight of your tits being hugged so perfectly within your bra. Which is exactly why he stripped the damn thing off your body and tossed it to a corner he'd definitely be going back for later. Y'know, by the time you're too fucked out to notice him slipping the lace into his bag.
As for now, the longer he stands here jerking off instead of shoving his cock into your mouth, the longer he's gonna drive himself insane.
Luckily for Toji, he's not the only one too needy in the room at presence. You prove this to him by bringing your hand up to wrap around the veiny shaft of his dick, letting your jaw fall open as you lightly pull him closer.
Toji's thin brows immediately tense up, twisting with surprise as his glistening cockhead slips against your lips and quickly in between them. Your mouth has to sprawl out wiiide just to take him in and by the time half of his length has been welcomed into your drooling mouth, he's already bulging against your throat.
A viciously haughty smile creeps out across Toji's face and he grunts, âUhuh, don't be shy. Swallow that cock, ma. Yeahhhhhh, all nasty jusâ like that.â
The filth his heavy tone carries down to your ears is enough to have a moan vibrating off your tongue, one of which he huffs at. Your other handâthat'd just been buried in Jin's soft locks of hairâshoots out to meet the bulk of Toji's thigh.
The darker haired man quickly tuts at you, âDonât try pushinâ me away, take it. I know you can.â
You don't know why but you're still asking yourself how the fuck you got here. You were just watching a movie with their kids not even two hours ago!
And now look at you; splayed out against Sukuna's old bed with a trifecta of oral action taking place.
Jin's grip on your thighs abruptly gets tighter than you expect it to and you're left to choke around Toji's cock as the feel of one languidly weeping tongue flutters deeper into your pussy just to tug something especially syrupy out of you.
A wet shlick! rings out with the way Jin's navigating his tongue in between your folds. The motions his oral muscle held were nothing short of hypnotic as it had your eyes rolling back and your spine arching up off the bed.
Not to mention the pairing of that with how Toji was feeding his dick into your mouth, his veins all rigidity against your throaty walls and easily making you gag weakly every time you attempted to moan or gasp.
You're sure you'd feel more pathetic in the situation you were in if it weren't for the state of sluttish pleasure you'd reached already.
âYouâre so wet,â Jin's voice is heard rasping, his warm breath making a trembly descent against the spread of your legs. The glasses you'd admired so much sat low on his nose and you could feel it brushing against your skin each time he stuffed his face too far forward, âMakes me wonder how long youâve thought about thisâabout us.â
âM-Mngh,â You choke around Toji again.
To which the smug bastard compliments with a painfully slow thrust. âFuuuuck, look at that." He rumbled, "Mâdeep in this throat, arenât I? Bet youâve never had any other guy this deep, huh?â
A response doesn't even get the chance to formulate in your pretty head with the way Jin's fingers sneak in between your drooling pussy lips, sinking into your hole and beginning to scissor your insides. To make your brain fizz out all the more, in comes his gentle lips to kiss at your clit as if to worship the delicate bundle of nerves.
Following such with a whisper that smears right against you, âI bet sheâs never been touched all properly like this. Poor thing probably couldnât even take care of herself.â Jin gasps.
âMhm, especially since she works soo hard for us.â Toji drags out right after, pulling his hips back slowly and then purposefully thrusting forward at the wrong angle just to make his cock slop against your face.
You let out a satiated little hum and he smiles at the way his balls tap at your whorish expression. Thenâwith no interest in giving you a moment long enough to respond to either of themâhe quickly redirects his swollen head back in between your wobbly lips.
A wet bubble of spit gurgles out around his deft base as he fucks every inch of himself back in and the filthy sight leaves him to moan in relief.
Jin catches enough to whir out something soft to himself, âI see her mouth is full so maybe this pretty girl can answer our questions, hm?â He murmurs as his gaze and fully attention returns down to your cunt. âDoes it feel good to get the right attention, baby?â You feel the perfectly rotating pad of his thumb lightly brand his touch into your clit, âYeahhh?" He coos once he earns an excessive gush from your hole, "Aww, what a noisy pussy. So responsive.â
You can't help but drools sloppily all over his fingers in layers of glossing slick, your hips instinctively pulling up a little and forcing Toji's cock in all too deep.
To which your eyes cross and you try to pull your mouth away. A hand comes down to your throat and pressure is applied directly to the center, âAht, aht, hold it.â Toji scolds as he rocks his hips forward again and feels the imprint his dick is leaving against your throat, âCâmon, make room fâme in thereâlemme stretch this pretty throat out.â
You couldn't even control the way your pussy clamps around Jin's fingers tight enough to leave him gasping. âYou too, sweetie. Make some room for Jin,â He hushes out, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit and coax your cunt into squeezing his digits a little less, âOh, thereee you go, relax around me just like that. Good girlll.â
The moment you do, his fingers are sloshing in and out of you at a suddenly merciless pace, prodding your g-spot with prominent taps that have your entire frame twitching.
You barely even realize your orgasm is washing over you until Toji's pulling out of your throat in a timely manner and letting you moan out for the first time. Then your hands fly back down to Jin and you're weakly pushing at him with a hoarse voice, "S'too much."
Determined brown eyes meet yours directly as his fingers merely pick up the pace and begin to stretch out your walls properly as if to prepare you for way more than you were expecting.
Toji's cock comes slathering across your cheek to grab your attention again and as soon as you look up, he spills out a sloppy load of cum all over your face. Something about the filth of it allâhow dirty it made you feelâis enough to have you moaning out again as you come entirely undone on Jin's fingers.
None of you get a chance to process anything since there's a soft knock at the door shortly after.
All three of your heads turnâyours a little more jaded than the other two men.
"Shit," Toji huffs, running a hand through his sweat slicked hair.
Jin quickly shuffles up and nearly falls over as he tries to move away from the bed. Muttering like the responsible man he is, "I'll get it, hold on."
You watch him slowly walk to the door and tug at his pants to hopefully hide the boner he'd popped somewhere in between eating you out.
Before completely embarrassing himself, Jin manages to get his footing in order and tries to compose his face into something of normalcy as he reaches the door. Behind him, the bed creaks carefully as Toji shifts onto it to hopefully being out of anyone's line of sight.
âAh, Megumi, youâre up a little late, no?â Jin clucks tenderly at the door, pressing himself out for a moment and waving back at the two of you.
The door is shut carefully behind him and you and Toji are motionless as you both strain your ears to hear to muffled sounds of the man talking to the kid.
Slowly, you and Toji look at one another before he snorts. Shaking his head, âKidâs got the worst timinâ.â
You swallow carefully and look around, âShould Iââ
âNah, câmere.â Toji cuts off quickly, not letting you believe for even a moment that this little intervention would stop him from having you exactly the way he's wanted to for quite some time.
You're left to merely gulp before you find yourself in yet another unexpected position.
ââ
Jin returns to the two of you after putting Megumi back to bed and walks in to see you on Toji's lap.
Your back is to his broad chest and Toji's got one hand in between your legs as the other plays with your titsâthe display set up as if to put on a show for the shyer man.
âAwh, what a pretty sight this is.â Jin says thankfully, walking up to the bed with his eyes shamefully fixated on your shiny cunt, âCute pussy canât even handle a couple fingers.â
âAnd sheâs supposed to take cock? Pfft, how pathetic.â Toji says as he plucks those same thick digits right out of you and smack! smack! smacks! at your swollen folds. âDonât even think a tip can fit in hereâespecially not mine.â He scoffs.
A pout pops out across your lips, âSo make it fit, assholeââ
âNow, now," Jin cuts off to scold, "Thatâs no way to talk to the same man whoâs making you feel good, is it?â
Your frown only deepens as you try your best to flash the man a pleading look in hopes of getting him to understand, âBut-â
âNo buts, if you want this to continue, youâll be nice ân good for the both of us. Yeah?â Jin interrupts as he casually takes his shirt off.
You stupidly nod your head and Toji moves to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he tugs. âUse your words, brat. Are yâgonna be good for us or not?â
Accompanying his rough way of handling you is Jin coming in close to push at your legs and get a closer look of the rude way in which Tojiâs fingertips are pounding into your squelchy pussy.
âHnngh! Y-Yes, Toji." You whine as your defiant composure melts away embarrassingly fast, "Mâgonna be good.â
âThat's our sweet girl.â Jin praises before leaning forward and kissing your inner thigh.
You could feel Tojiâs dick throbbing against your ass due to how wet you were around his fingers.
Somewhere deep down, you wished you hated how attentive they both were to your pleasureâhow they both exceeded whatever sinful expectations you had for them by a long shot.
And to think, that was mostly the start of it.
Toji had only fingerfucked you to another slippery orgasm to make sure you were ready to handle what was to come. You'd no idea that the two men planned to stuff you in one go, in the most literal way possible.
Double penetration. You'd thought about it only a few times in the past whenever you thought of both Jin and Toji at the same time but those little fantasies of yours shine little in face of the real thing.
If the first stretch of Jin's stupidly lengthy cock alone wasn't enough to have strangled moans of pure bliss flying out of your throat then his nasty words of encouragement sure as hell did.
âYeahh?" His voice husked out against your ear just as his drippy tip kissed the very hilt of your cunt, "Does that feel good? Is Jin makinâ this sweet pussy feel good? Hm?â
All you could do was dumbly nod at him before Toji's thicker length was smudging up against where Jin held you open, his gaze focused down on the debauched sight, âAw, look at her. Weepinâ all over that cockâwhat a messy slut.â
âJin,â You gasp as you reached forward to claw at Tojiâs shirt. âT-Toji..â Just as his name spilled past your lips, he was nudging himself inâpressing Jin's cock impossibly deeper and leaving your hole to be promptly stretched out on the both of them.
The whimper that exited you had Jin grunting at your neck, âShhh, shhh. You can take it. Look at how well we both fit in here.â He assures right as Toji's dick knocked right up against where his tip had already smooched up.
The tight squeeze of it all was more than enough to let all three of you know this wasn't gonna last long at all.
Even so, Toji was trying to make every squelching second count, âMhmm, itâs like you were made to take us both," He huffs in agreeance with Jin, leaning forward to plant kisses across your jaw, "Juuuust like this.â
The sleazy extension of his syllables causes your nails to scrape out against whatever was available, leading both of them to hiss in unison somehow.
âOhhh, sheâs gettinâ tighter, Toji.â Jin's full-on smiling now as if he couldn't feel his balls straining not to empty into you right then 'n there.
âYeah, I feel it,â Toji tries to huff out confidentlyâlike heâs not nearing the same edge as his pink haired friend at the moment. Focusing on you once more, his words slither across your hot skin, âAre you gonna cum on us again?â
Your nod tells them that youâre nothing short of fucked-out, especially as drool glides out from the corner of your lips while you gape, âUhuhhh.â
âPoor girl,â Jin chuckles, the laughter making both cocks inside you twitch against one another, âSheâs so fucked out she can barely think.â
One last, âAwh.â is all you get from Toji before your body adjusts everrrrr so slightly in between them and all three of you choke on a breath.
Your orgasm crashes in first and youâre pretty sure your vision is pure white as streaks of pleasure cloud your eyes. Meanwhile Jin finishes next and his the feeling of your mixed cum makes Toji mutter something filthy just under his breath.
Not that any of you hear it though, considering how out of it you all are.
Then, right in the middle of you being double stuffed with creamy loads of cum and as both men try their best to fuck their release into sticking, the bedroom door swings open.
Standing directly in the middle of the bedroom is obviously you, Toji, and Jin but the sight is revealed to none other than the one and only Sukunaâwhoâs bedroom youâd been inside of all this time.
Yâknow, in case any of you forgot (you all did).
At the sight, Sukunaâs left rightfully furious and it's of no surprise when he scoffs out a confused, "What. the. fuck."
Whoops.
Guess you should've picked Choso's room instead-
"What? Did Yuji leave some of his stuff in here again?" Comes out softly from yet another voice just behind Sukuna. Peaking his head in is none other than the one man in all this who's age isn't as controversially older, "Oh-," Choso gasps, batting his thick dark lashes, "Oh shit."
summary: working far too much overtime to be healthy, higuruma tiredly stumbles into his bosses office to discuss paperwork, but instead finds youâthe cute secretary heâs been crushing on for months bent over in a compromising position. to his shock, his boss is more than happy to share with his favorite employee
cw: 18+ MDNI, office corruption, boss!nanami, porn without plot, fem!reader, secretary!reader, power imbalances, office sex, getting caught, attorney!higuruma, f/m/m threesome, cunnilingus, cum eating, nose bumping nâ grinding, anal fingering (fem! receiving), multiple orgasms, double penetration, unsafe anal practices, crying, cervix fucking, eating it through stockings?, said stockings ripping, making it fit, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, jealous bickering, wife guy nanami, accidental tip touching?, everything is just so wet, a three way kiss, multiple creampies, reader going numb nâ dumb
wc: 5.6k
âGlad to see youâre still in the office Nanami! I had a few questions about the forms youâre sending out and the legalities involvingâ
Looking up from the neatly stacked pile of documents in his slender fingertips, Higuruma is met with a perfect view of your pretty little face leant over his bosses desktop, tits spilling from your white button downâthe very one he complimented only hours ago.
White papers rapidly drop from his grip, sharp edges flying aimlessly in the small office space, wildly scattering on the carpet. âShit!â The once neatly prepared documents just as messy as you are, sloppy tongue practically falling out your slacked mouth.
He quickly finds out during duress he chooses frightânot flight, Hiromiâs sleep filled eyes unable to pry their enormous gaze from your body.
But who could blame him? Glistening pebbled nipples angled in such a way they stare back at him, fat tits jiggling with every pap, pap, pap! of Nanami's cock pistoning into your gushing cunt ripping the most delectable mewls from your wobbling mouth, drool collecting on the table in shallow puddles.
He goes to crouch on wobbling knees, hands shaky as they reach out for the papers, but Nanami Kentoâs voice halts his movements.
âClose the door. Quickly.â
His head pops up like a child getting in trouble, nervously shuffling around the room that suddenly feels far too small for the situation unraveling in front of him. He clumsily kicks the door closed from behind him with a muddled thud of the oak, the sun bleached carpeting hiding the aggressive slam from echoing down the empty hallways.
The empty hallways with no one aroundâexcept the three of you.
Now, Higuruma Hiromi intended on having an uneventful day at work today, but unfortunately for himâthatâs not how the world works. His strong back was uncomfortably throbbing from the hours sat at his desk staring holes into the ten-years-too-old computer, fingers shamelessly shooting email after email to his already irritated clienteleâhe was ready to fucking end it; right after he stayed late of course, mind spent from the endless squinting at rewritten files heâd been fixing all day long, his coworkers far too lazy to fix themselves.
He should have expected the almost guaranteed overtime, Nanami somehow always forcing more and more stacks of manila shaded folders onto his stuffy cubicle desk. Hiromi would gladly take them off his hands though, hiding his irritated expression with a stoically flat face, some days even going out of his way to cover his scoff with a cough.
By the time he was finished with his work, it was an inky shade of deep blues out in the distance, the glass windows blurring his sense of direction. He was barely able to recall the time or even where he was at anymore. Hiromiâs brain was pure mush, a twisted squabble of private conversations, closed cases and uncomfortable cover stories.
He was ready to finally go home.
But his misery was permanent, knowing he was planning to end his day with an even more disappointing night in his apartment, sinking himself into a lukewarm bath, washing away whatever corruption that remains on his fingertips and on his mind, just to repeat the mentally draining cycle again tomorrow.
What he didnât expect was to open his bosses office and see youâthe pretty lilâ secretary heâs been silently crushing on for months and months getting christened on top of the rickety desk by the last man he expected.
His boss.
âAre you just going to stand there and continue staring at her Higuruma or are you going to come over here?â Nanami directs the shocked man, pulling his cock out from your abused cunt.
Gulping, he finally tears his eyes off of you, staring at the mess of clothes and now papers on the ground, he gawks at your skirt messily ripped in two pieces. He assumes it was from Nanamiâs eagerness, torn fabric laying situated on either side of the room. Theres a singular black kitten heel turned over itself directly next to Nanamiâs belt sat inches away from his own feet where he stands, the pure depravity making him shiver.
You let out a shaky breath that brings his attention onto you again, this time watching nervously as Nanamiâs large frame takes a large step back from your ass, a dribbly line of sticky cum connecting the two of you until it makes a âpop!â the residue flinging onto the floor.
âKento! âs leaking.â You groan, breathing in a sharp breath. The loss of contact inside of you quickly deflates your gushing pussy, walls once perfectly molded around your boss's cock suddenly clench down in agony with a squeaky âsquelchâ.
You can feel the rampant drip, drip, drip! of your cunt, his honeysuckle seed seeping out from your tight hole, burning hot liquid running down your thighs, pooling at the rolled up length of your stockings.
âAhh⊠Canât have any of this leaking any further than it already has darling. Let me fix this.â Large fingertips collide with your skin, suddenly rolling your pantyhose right back up your bare mound, the tight clingy fabric sticking to your swishy abandoned cunt.
Nanami's brown loafers swiftly step over to the now dumbfounded man, his saddened irises suddenly appearing rapid as Nanami grabs Higuruma with a stern grip on his black lapels, slim legs practically dangling off the floor with a draggg of his body to stand behind you.
âSorry we were unable to accommodate a lunch hour today.â Nanami speaks flatly, urging the shocked manâs face close to your covered cunt. âBut maybe this will make up for it. A little thank you from me to youâŠyour overtime is off the charts anyways, you need to make time for yourself more.â
Hiromiâs wide eyes peer at your leaking slit, then back at his boss, waiting for him to call his bluffâbut he doesnât budge.
His adam's apple bobs in his throat when he finally situates his nose centimeters away from your cunt, staring greedily at the sweet spot heâs been imagining for agesânow completely ruined by his supervisor, your pantyhose barely able to contain your creamy slit. âIâŠis thisâŠâ
âGo ahead Romi.â Voice hazed in what one could only describe as pure seduction, the words go straight to his cock, feeling it bloat in the combines of his slacks. He shouldnât have worn the evil pair today, fabric already a size too tight to begin with starts to uncomfortably squeeze at his thick shaft as he kneels lower to the ground, knees cracking at the position of his body weight.
His movements halt when he smells it. The sweet almost sugary scent of your cunt swirling âround and âround in his nostrils, the smell compared to the stale stench of the window cleaner that hangs around the air is one that makes his eyes roll back into his skull, a growl erupting from his throat.
âWhat are you waiting on Higuruma, an invitation?â Kento echoes behind him, glasses all fogged up with condensation from his sweaty forehead. âCome on and give my love what she asked so kindly for.â
Taking a deep breath, he presses his nose right between your chubby folds, the thin gusset doing little to mask the pressure of his aquiline nose poking its way through flimsy material to press deeply into your drenched hole. âShit!â His curses vibrate through the fabric, baritone rumbling through your stretched cunt.
He feels as if he died and gone to heaven, the syrupy seed from Nanami's cock erupting inside of you only making the scent even sweeter. âSmells so good angel,â he breathes in, rubbing his nose up the slit to find your tight hole, hands gripping the fat of your asscheeks. âYouâre right Nanami, Iâm fuckinâ starvinggg.â
A roar soars from your choked vocal cords as his tongue flatly lays against your asshole, his muscle digging down, down, down until the tip of his deep pink tastebuds land on your clit, pressing the fabric even further up your folds.
âMmmfh, Hiromi!â You squeal, nails digging into the chipped wood at the edge of Nanamiâs desk, the paint lacquer flaking off in chunks. âS-Slow down! âm, Iâmââ
ââNo. Keep going.â Nanami suddenly cuts off, raising your clammy cheeks to look at him, hazelnut irises staring into your eyes. âBehave.â
The order makes your cunt tighten around nothing, Higuruma's probing tongue doing little to help the urges to disobey Nanamiâs orders, shivers booming through your body.
âSo wet pretty, I knew youâd taste so damn good.â Higuruma moans through your muzzled cunt, mouth growing irritated with the barrier protecting you from his feverish licking. âBeen dreaming about this for farrr too long.â
Heâs talking more to himself than you at this point, mind hyper focused on the slick leaking through the soaked fabric, rubbing his nose up and down your pleasant pussy, slit allowing his face to sit all nice and snug.
His teeth nibble on your clit, the motion making you jerk with a yelp. âHiromiiii!â Wild goosebumps travel up your chest and down your spine, ass rapidly shaking in Higurumaâs face to angle him right where you need him. âI canât Kento! âs too much!â
Too muchâŠKento?
Kento.
Funny.
âTelling him itâs too much? Whoâs the one eatinâ your cunt angel?â He questions, giggles erupting into your covered cunt. âIt surely isnât Kento sweetheart.â His tongue rapidly swirls over your swollen bead with each green word spitting from his deep berry rips, tongue tracing sharp figure eights in the gummy flesh, flicking and pushing the squishy button.
âNo! N-No! Higuruma! âs too much! Kento d-do somethinggg,â you purr, words drowsy and slurring, thighs closing in his head at the pulsating touch.
âHa-Thatâsa right. Me. Hiromiâs pussy just loooves my mouth sweetheart.â Steadily, your clit throbs against his muscle, clit kissing his flippery tongue right back, your pussy speaking French to him in a messy makeout session. âMy pussyâs kissing me righttt back. N-Nanami âm jealous of your dick.â
The fabric is so drenched itâs hard to figure out who heâs tasting, you, Nanami or his self, spit globbing filmy bubbles into the sheer black stockings, the bubbles popping against his ear canals.
âHiromi! Need more-need more!â You wail, Nanamiâs thick forearms thankfully holding your fucked out body up so it doesnât fall over, a heated feeling rumbling deep in your core.
âMore? Jusâ said it was too much love.â Nanami coos, fingerprints sticking to your temple, wiping down to the corners of your squinted eyes ridding them of tears. âGood girl with a naughty pussyââ
ââFilfthy.â Hiromi adds, his hands sliding down the globes of your fat ass to your core, fingertips twisting and pulling the fabric until a hole appears. âHowâs this for more?â He questions, pointer finger poking inside the new opening, pulling it wide.
RIPPPP.
The air conditioning suddenly hits your folds with a gasp from your wobbly mouth, the wetness between your legs freezing at the breeze brushing through your freshly uncovered skin, but Hiromi's tongue quickly soothes it, greedy tongue licking and lapping the newly exposed skin with a grunt. âGod âm so fuckinâ lucky.â He reels, his cock leaking a constant drizzle of precum in his slacks. âLucky to eat this delicious lilâ cunt tilâ itâs allll clean.â
âThose were expensive!â You wail, the forgone barrier was hiding a monster of a tongue, the slurping behind you so loud itâs almost embarrassing, but Kentoâs expression doesnât falter, hands grounding you in the feeling.
âCan always buy more. Let him have you.â He nods, cock still hard and poking out of his khakis, a deep dark patch of wetness leaking from his tip, cock jumping every time you moan.
Hiromiâs tongue dives into your stretched hole, cock throbbing when he tastes the salty release that covers your insides, tongue scooping it down his throat with a swallow. âClean up this big mess Nanami made of ya baby, jusâ lemme taste ya.â
His mouth utterly ravishes you, curling upwards towards your bumpy g-spot; he rolls his tongue like a shovel pummeling its way through your dirty tunnel, hips jerking beneath him. âSo tight and full,â He groans uncontrollably jumping the air.
Higuruma Hiromi would do absolutely anything to feel his cock deep inside of you, greedy cock dripping and crying at the urgent idea, his calloused fingers dragging down the indent of your inner thigh, fingerprints drifting up your crack âtil they stop just beneath the tight rim of your ass. âMakes me wonder what she'd even feel like.â
Suddenly you jolt forward, a buzzing burning sensation brushing against your ass.
Hiromiâs finger.
âFuckkk!â Your withering frame shakes Nanamiâs muscles at the protrusion in your ass, white-hot pain bubbling into searing pleasure, your body rapidly convulsing, orgasm inching closer to your heat. âToo much!â You garble, spit bubbles forming at the corners of your gushy cheeks, warmth spread deeply over your fucked-out-face.
âAhhh-relax, youâve got it honey.â He murmurs, finger gently pressing into your hole painstakingly slowly, your cunt so wet it smeared its way into the ring, gently guiding him inside of you. âSâ too damn tight.â
âMaybeâŠMaybe my cock could stretch ya out, get this hole nice ân wide for me.â He whispers into your skin, placing small kisses down your flesh.
âItâs hurtinâ!â You whine, teary eyes looking up to Nanamiâs heart eyes, his thumbs ridding you of your drizzling drops.
âNo honey, you got itâI got ya.â His mouth quickly makes it up to you, tongue wide and rapid licking every ridge and fold of your soaked cunt, gently massaging the tissue âtil your pressing your legs together around his ears, fuzzy hair ticking your thighs.
âH-Hiromi!â You hiccup, dragging your clit up and down his messy tongue, chasing your high.
The sight is one youâd only see on cheap black and white porno films, the kind hidden in the run down rental chains spread thin around town, your pornographic moans ringing in Kentoâs ears. He canât hide but hide his chuckle under a stifled breath, a huff of cool air hitting your wet temples. âMight have to figure out a way to pay you under the table Higuruma, all this overtime youâve been doing.â
Nanami speaks to Higuruma as if heâs not nose deep in your cunt, the ridges bumping your flesh as he responds, words gargling through your sopping pussy. âMmm Iâll take this as payment on a technicality⊠youâre already paying me under the tableâin this caseâŠon the floor.â
âHeh, you know youâre my favorite employee Hiromi." He chides, a teasing hint in his tense voice before he adds under his breath. âSecond favorite.â
You canât process the conversation the men are having, body feeling pulled from each direction of your hips with Higuruma's greedy fingers and hectic mouth, your line of thought dissipates, replacing common sense with your hips. âKeep going, r-right there! Right there!â
âMmhm right there,â he nods aimlessly into your cunt, lapping back and forth like a rabid dog, his finger pressing down forcing pressure to build on your wild bundle of nerves, âright there? Or right hereee.â
âThere! There! There!â You scream, words repeating like a mantra from a crazed maniac. Your orgasm forces your body forward and back again, trying to rock yourself through it, soupy moans and whines of pure nonsensical desperation pouring from your soul, throat dry from the dehydration of your gooey body.
Your body falls flat to the cold desk, Nanamiâs hands gently laying you down as your eyes clamp shut, white stars prickling around your eyes, the muscles of your calves uncontrollably twisting your legs from the grueling position.
Youâre barely getting a moment to breathe when suddenly you're being brought up by a large spayed palm, veiny hands adjusting you to lean flush against a suit and tie, Hiromiâs carved chest pressing into you.
âI need you honey-I⊠Almost came jusâ from all that eating pretty, gotta let me in.â He murmurs in a voice youâve never heard him speak in, vocal chords gritty and hoarse and savory at the same time, your rapid cunt twisting around nothing.
Youâre still woozy, body coming down from your high, the blood aggressively pumping into your head and out through your ears, you donât hear the man behind you slip his cock out of the confines of his slacks, ten thick inches slapping your ass with a wet âplapâ inching it down to the thick little nook between your thighs, mushroom tip kissing the tight lilâ gap.
âGonna stretchâya out so good, keep you cominâ back for more and more and more âtil your ass is sick of me.â He grumbles, mouth yapping as if his cock just hit the truth serum between your thighs, the slick coating his shaft so quickly he shivers.
âRomi!â
You donât get to see it, but you fucking feel it.
âNo! Oh my God Iâm not ready! Fuckkk!â You plea, Higuruma's cock slowly entering your unprepped ass, thick wide tip instantly disappearing into your canal, the stretch so tight even Nanami can feel it.
âBreathe for me angelâoh God! Breathe-help-help me out here Nanami!â The pitiful man begs, the feeling so intense he canât think even bare to think straight, your painfully tight ass clenching down on him with a firm tug of your tissues, ass sucking him in deep.
âFar too soon Hirguruma.â Blond hair quickly crosses your line of blurred vision, body firmly colliding with the front of Nanamiâs chest as he forces your body up right, the two men straightening out your cowering body. âFar too eager.â
âC-Canât help it, sheâs begging for it! Hole jusâ sucking me innn,â he slurs, sulking umber eyes quickly growing obsessed with how your ass swallows his cock, the dry stretch even more addictive than any cups of black coffee he takes. âSheâs so tight Nanami! Y-You sure youâve been fucking her right?â
Nanami leers up at the man standing behind you, looking at him as if he has three heads and is on fire. âYou truly believe Iâd fuck my wife like that? This perfect womb is reserved for me.â
Wife? Thatâs new.
But Nanami canât stop the hidden rage suddenly erupting into the stuffy office cubicle. âCanât believe you think Iâd waste my cum like that. Silly.â
You can feel Nanamiâs cock press a kiss to your sticky lips, letting them expand around the head with a squishy sound, dampness easily engulfing him. âFor someone so smart sometimes you donât think. Ha-maybe⊠maybe that holes got ya acting frivolous.â
Frivolous is an understatement. His thick cock ballooning its restless cock deep in your ass, spit and slick doing little to help the burn of his shaft inching and inching itself deep in your stretched ring, each winding vein pressing against your sensitive flesh.
You can feel the size of his length fill you snuggly, cock slightly longer than Kentoâsâyou of course would never tell him that, hitched its way up deep inside your guts, compressing your canal so tight it was choking you, youâre thankful the girth is ever so slightly skinnier than Kentoâs thick shaft, a favorable outcome for your eager cunt.
âOr m-maybe youâre frustrated you canât fuck âer all dirty like ya secretly want to.â Hiromi grunts, cutting off your line of thought, shakily shifting his thighs so far back his cock snaps out of your ass, instantly colliding with Nanamiâs cock.
âFuck!â The men curse in unison, soaked cock heads bullying one another, slits spitting golden precum between the two of them.
It felt good. Although they would never admit it, the added touch gives each of them a new layer of amusement, adrenaline rapidly dripping down their thick inches into their angry tips, cocks ready to take it out on your holes.
âG-Get it together,â Kento grunts, throwing his head down to hide from the wide eye expression Hiromi is currently sporting, pressing his cock snug to your vaginal canal to avoid the other manâs cock.
Your cunt easily sucks him into your body, coincidentally at the same time Higuruama finds his pace once again, this time keeping his moments precise, slow nâ steadily fucking your hole to a gape.
âIt-Nanami! Youâre not gonna fitââ
ââNonsense darling, you were made to fit me.â
Nanamiâs dripping tip enters you slowly, the stretch feeling even tighter than earlier, Higuruma's thick shaft giving him little room to work within the short canal of your widened holes.
âAhh you got it jusâ relax now honey, can feel ya clenching my cock.â Kento chokes out, your warm ribbed walls of silky pleasure feeling too good to stand straight, biceps flexing and jaw clenching at the pure pleasure your pussy is swallowing him in. âWant it just as bad as you do love, let meâhim in.â
Let him in.
Let him innn.
âIn. Please. Come innn.â You close your eyes, head falling against the corner of Higuruma's shoulder, his collarbone kissing the back of your head.
âGood girl, jusâ like that.â Hiromi pulls you into a kiss, fingertips padding on the pressure point of your neck to guide your mouth to his, pink tongue quickly swirling into your mouth.
You can feel a loogie of sticky spit being pressed through your open mouth, a feverish groan rumbling through Hiromi's tongue, his cock pulsating in your ass.
You hum, tasting yourself on his mouth and whining when you taste the hint of the salt that belongs to Kentoâs signature seed, the same taste youâve grown addicted to now swirling around your excited tastebuds.
Youâve never felt fuller in your life, each end filled to the possible limit, it becomes increasingly difficult to breathe, body dizzy on cock and pure depravityâsoul hopelessly dependent on the men.
âFeel so perfect around me love, so beautiful all fucked and filled up.â Even when your being split open by two thick cocks Nanami remains ever so gentle, hand grazing up your messy front, buttons ripped off and messily scattered around the ground, one neatly ironed shirt frayed and ripped, the seams ticking his fingers with a fruitful grip of your breast. âSo pretty. My pretty lady.â
It was a bra and no panties kinda workday, one where you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when the harsh office lighting bit down on your areolas through the cheap white fabricâyou just didnât know it would end like this, the two men youâve always wanted equally stuffed inside of you.
Nanamiâs cock skillfully kisses your g-spot with every thrust of his hips, gushing core feeling closer and closer to his cock as your ass is pressed in against itself, Higuruma giving Nanami the tightest possible canal to pummel through.
âSee darling. I told you Iâd fit.â Nanami moans, his hand dipping down your chest and to your belly, pressing down on the bulge of his thick shaft that rapidly fills your guts. âIâll always fit, right in here-forever.â
Forever.
âForever? A-And you thought I was eager.â Hiromi jabs, words poking fun at the love sick blond, his own fingertips gripping you on each side of your ass, adjusting you to take him fully, balls slapping your skin. âPussyâs g-got ya dumb Kento.â
But you feel even sillier. Greedy figures dwarfing on either side of your body, cocks feverishly rubbing each other through the thin veil of flesh between your ass and cunt in a way youâve ever felt before, the experience foreign yet domesticâas if youâve always been meant to take the two of them, the three of you fitting together like a puzzle.
Little did you know how good it feels for the two men destroying you, cocks caressing one another from the inside of your translucent flesh, shafts sliding and rubbing tighter so deliciously it ribs their pleasure, moans ricocheting off the men currently facing one another, your head doing little to shield the staring.
âS-Sooo fulll,â you purr, mouth almost tasting they gummy tips alll the way up to your kiss bitten lips, chewing on your bottom lip so hard it almost draws blood, a sign Kento quickly notices.
âFeel good love? Can tellâshit! Can t-tell youâre hiding from me.â He aids, lips finding the bare skin of your neck beside Higuruma, tongue swirling around the soft spot behind your ear, action causing you to shake.
âFeels amazing! N-Never felt so full in my life KentoâI love it!â
âOh love I can tell by the look on your face, t-thank you forââ
ââTh-Thank you for sharing this body baby,â Hiromi praises, his movements sloppy and lazy in your ass, balls tightening as he feels the pressure erupting in his stomach. âSo lucky. Luckiest man aliveee,â pulling all the way out and spitting on his dick, he sticks it back in, rinse and repeat âtil your ass is squelching loudly with each thrust, the slick adding to his pleasure.
A wiry golden patch of hair scrapes the surface of your sensitive clit, hips gyrating with each full thrust Nanami gives you, âstill so tight love.â He swoons, cock throbbing and already feeling like itâs going to burst again inside of you, big balls tensing.
âGood girlâŠâ He angles his hips just right as they snap into your front, washboard abs hard against your soft flesh with every âthumpâ. You can feel his thick tip come into contact with your cervix, thick ring of muscle protecting you from him going even deeper; his cock kisses the flesh so hard it makes you squirm. âGivinâ me justtt what I want, so perfect love.â
The men move in unison, members seesawing back and forth, back and forth, dicks just bullying your holes like a sex doll. But the pleasure is so, so worth itâyour g-spot being pressed and massaged with every thrust the exhausted men give you on each side of the spongy zone, it feels like a planned out attack, little âpipsâ falling from your woozy face each time they rub that sensitive spot.
âF-FeelsâAhh!â You grip onto each of their loosened ties, the respective yellow and forest green threads twirling âround and âround your jittery fingertips, you pull them as close as possible, feeling their heavy panting against your skin, you bring their mouths to yours, pulling them into a confusing kiss.
Like a rock in a hard place you remain rigid, body sticky and dizzy as you messily collide with the men, five oâclock shadows and all, they messily rub your cheeks, tongues swirling throughout your mouth. Your plush lips taste sickeningly sweet, reminiscent of the candy you were sucking on earlier in the day, the men practically rid you of it; tongues colliding with a suckkkk.
âMore,â you babble through their lips, mind so far gone you can barely even register the situation, greedy lips pursing into Nanamiâs while Higurumaâs tongue chases the contact, kiss so wet and slippery the two men canât help occasionally caressing one another.
âGonna make me cum-Fuck!â Higuruma curses, his hands gripping even harder on your ass, little deep indents searing what will end up as bruises into the flesh as his pace increases, messily fucking into you like he always imagined he would when heâd find himself fisting his cock at the idea. It was dirty. A sick perverted fantasy, yet now he gets to live it out, and his cock canât wait to claim your hole. âStill so tight and wet a-angelâlove this ass so fuckinâ much.â
Your eyes flutter over to Nanamiâs hazel ones, his once stoic presence now utterly shattered and falling apart, his control over the situation now muddled into a puddle of his crazed sex drive, his fat thumb pressing tight against your clit, quickly massing the bundle of nerves.
âMpfhhh!âI-I! MmmâŠâ
Nanami Kento is a smart man, one who is especially capable at knowing just how to make your body come undone. He can sense how close you are by the way your cunt gushes against him, mind instantly knowing what your about to ask for; he places his thumb righttt in the center of your pelvis, the pad of his thumb pressing perfectly into the sticky flesh.
Itâs just what you needed. Legs shaking like a leaf you roar, mouth attempting to form coherent words, you fail; body instantly turning ridged at the start of your release taking over you.
âN-nnnââ
âWhat is it love? Too fucked out to speak?â Nanami mutters, cock pistoning into your cervix with a fat smooch, body jolting with every pound into the tight bump.
âI-Oh! Iâmââ
âSheâs fucking cumming, I can feel it.â Hiromi growls. And he sure can feel it, body clenching up in a tight pull of his cock, ass sucking him in so deep his balls slap your skin. âSuckinâ me in-fuck!â
Youâre cumming like a stupid slut, back arching and mouth running, a blurry wave of pleasure erupts through your body, cumming harder than you ever have in your life.
âYes!â Itâs a crescendo of volatile waves in the symphonies of your soaked thighs, clit buzzing and cunt throbbing, your holes fully clench down, body forcing the men deep inside of your caverns, pussy obsessed with the feeling of your high. âJusâ like thatâmfphm! F-Feels a-amazing!â
Your newly found slick gushes and gushes around Nanamiâs thick shaft, wetness dipping its way down your slit and finding the edge of Higurumaâs shaft, the lower vein practically soaking from the bottom up, the only sounds in the office are sounds of grunting, moaning, and the nastiest âplapsâ and sickest squelches of your squishy core.
Nanamiâs hand grabs your face, eyes fluttering open to peer dumbfounded at the blond man, pupils blown out and fucked wide, he places his lips on yours. âYou want it again? Want me to fill up your womb?â He asks, tongue licking at the sides of your mouth, his hand now lazily falling to your neck with a light squeezeâjust enough to make you keen.
âW-Would look so pretty walkinâ âround the office s-stuffed full of me, round with my child.â His nasty thoughts only amplify Higurumaâs pleasure, mind so hazy he starts to genuinely believe heâs speaking to him, imagining his own seed fucking and filling your ass.
âEveryone would be sooo jealous, quiet lilâ secretary hiding a big secret.â He murmurs with a giggle, this time more quietly like someone could hear his words, brain turning into a mushy paste in milliseconds. âA beautiful secret from her bossâfuck! No one would ever know I'm the one who knocked yer p-pretty ass up.â
Now that heâs started he canât stop, the idea of fucking you full and getting a permanent claim on your sinful cunt, cause his thoughts run rampid, the bravoto of his deep voice slurring at the thought. âGod! Y-Youâd look so pretty wobblinâ around, e-even make Hiromi jealous.â
Higuruma furrows his brows at the name drop. âWhaâShit! Wonât be jealous, cusâŠâ He drunkenly trials off, his hand pressing into your belly. âSoon enough Iâll be right in here, be a better daddyââ
ââNonsense! That t-tight ass has got you delusional Higuruma, my pussy knows exactlyyy who she belongs to, donât you?â
âNâHhhmmm!â You can hardly respond, your body so tired and worn out, the pleasure builds right back up inside of you like electricity, the static brushing and bustling into your zappy clit makes it perk each time Nanami thrusts and ruts into the swollen bud.
Yet your cunt responds vividly, gushing and squishing around Nanamiâs big cock, you cum again, body fully weightless against Higuruma.
âSheâNanami! Sheâs-fuckkk!â Beads of sweat drip down his temples and onto your heated cheek, a salty mess sizzling and steaming against your clammy body. And you take it. Too many cocks and too many orgasms rushing through you turns your bones into putty, body at complete mercy to fill and destroy. âCanât stop cumminââshit! Gonna make me cum-gonna cumââ
You feel it once; twice. Syrupy seed filling both holes at the same time.
The men react to their highs with a stark contrast, Nanamiâlips crashing into yours with a grunt, minty breath twisting your tastebuds with each moan you swallow, his cock pounding in and out, in and out, riding himself through his high. But Higurumaâs movements stillâcock just pumping and pulsating itâs dribbling seed deep into your ass, creamy nectar filling your body full âtil itâs allll nice and warm, words of praise and utter nonsense falling from his pursed lips, the cracked surface finding solace in the soft skin of your neck.
âThank you honey, thank you hon-fuck! So tight ân perfectâ Nanami praises through open mouth kisses, his tongue digging around the crater of your mouth, licking the ridges of your cheeks.
You can feel the thick sensation of the menâs cum pouring deep into your holes, the warm gooey feeling almost soothing your aching muscles; you clench down on itâthe pure urge to keep them here forever taking over you.
Hiromiâs the first to pull out, dick slowly inching down, down, down until it falls from your gaping hole, body suddenly feeling far too emptyâlike a part of you is missing.
Youâre quickly being flung back onto Nanami, skin sticking to him like glue as he holds you firmly in place; gentle strides of his thick legs bring you to sit front and center of his brown office chair, the cushions puffing around your body.
The atmosphere feels different, a tense yet calm feeling of relaxation hangs heavy in the air, yet no one comments on it, minds far too busy recouping the last few hours in their minds.
âSoâŠif you donât mind me askingâhow long has this arrangement been happening?â Higuruma isnât quite too sure why heâs pressing his nose into your business, mind completely forgone the rules of respect in the office.
Maybe heâs hopeful things arenât too serious between the two of you, but maybe if they areâŠheâs praying he can do whatever âthisâ is again.
Nanami scoffs. âSleeping with me wonât get you out of working overtime if thatâs why youâre asking.â
a/n: fic header art by the amazing @/ urielbeaupre on instagram! yes i started reading AND watching jjk and i had to write something about my fav employed characters but BE NICE TO MEE itâs my first day out here im so fuckinâ nervous ok if itâs ass donât mind me
overview: emperor!sukuna who plays favourites with his concubines, finds out that someone else is taking care of the ones heâs neglecting. a late night stroll uncovers the culprit as one of his lower ranking mistresses and heâs fumingâŠand maybe a little jealous too?
cw: mdni, trueform sukuna, smut, emperor x concubine, voyeurism, self indulgent reader, some wlw action, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), riding his stomach mouthâŠmouth stomach idk, hands free orgasm (m), cowgirl, very light blood play, begging, light choking, 4.8k words
inspired by a drabble I lost half way through :(
Patience was a virtue.
And unfortunately, Ryomen Sukuna didnât have any to speak of.Â
He expanded his territories indiscriminately, seizing neighbouring empires that took a little too long to agree to his terms at the drop of a hat. Men who refused surrender were reduced to bloody pulps, and rulers beheaded faster than they could open their mouths and ask for forgiveness for making him wait too long.
The only time Sukuna showed a morsel of patience was with his concubines, and even that was wearing thin lately.Â
It seemed there was an unexpected infestation of vermin in his palace. A skittery little mouse was roaming all over the place, and while it started off by taking small nips at his patience, it has now made itself at home. Overcome by gluttony, it overindulges and swallows his benevolence whole. And even when it has more than enough, it goes on to chip away at his most prized possession.
His concubines.
Contrary to popular belief, all of them came to him willingly, and they all knew that they were allowed to leave anytime they wanted. Some women came from impoverished kingdoms, where monarchs took most of their subjectsâ money and prettily dressed up their corruption as âtaxâ. These women figured living in a palace with an abundance of food and clothing was better than a rickety shack that threatened to blow away with every thunderstorm. Others came from foreign lands, drawn in by whispers of an emperor in the east, who spoiled his women rotten with all his riches. A good handful even were royal and noblewomen who fled their kingdoms to escape forced marriages with men who were often four times their age.Â
Harem standing at a whopping five hundred and fifty-five women, Sukuna was self-aware enough to know that some wouldnât be interested in him. While all came willingly, some seemed perfectly content with enjoying all the luxuries being his concubine offered without ever having to be in the same room as him. This hardly offended the emperor because, truth be told, he had favourites too, and it didnât matter how much stamina he had, trying to get through five hundred women wouldâve sent him to an early grave with his cheeks sunken in from exhaustion.Â
The only rule he had was that he expected all the concubines to be loyal. The irony of that rule wasnât lost on him, but he was a possessive fucker, and he knew he would kill whoever touched what was his in the blink of an eye.
Or so he thought he would.
Fending off too many mosquitoes to count, Sukuna decided to take a late-night walk to clear his head. His physician told him it would help him clear his mind and relax, but after missing the pesky insects one too many times and smacking himself all over, he decides this isnât for him.Â
When he finds himself stalking through the Rose Palace, he slows down to stare at the pristine white building with intricate red accents all over. This palace housed the lower-ranking concubines, some of whom he had only met once, if at all, and he realised it had been a while since his last visit. Knocking himself out of his daze with a shake of his head, Sukuna turns to walk back the way he came. Relaxation be damned, he couldnât afford to deal with more of these mosquitoes and get lost too. Â
But his sharp ears pick up on a sound that has him freezing in his tracks. It is so late that the courts are empty and all the women are fast asleep in all their quarters. So, hearing a fervent curse whispered into the night, low and pleasure-filled, followed by the moan of a name, is shocking. Head tilting, Sukunaâs legs have him turning towards the sound instead of leaving, doubling back to a room just at the end of the row. The window is open, and through the slip between the curtains, he sees it.
The indisputable entanglement of two women pressed together in a messy web of soft legs and wandering hands. Their chests are plastered together so tightly that not even the thinnest sheet of paper could hope to wedge in between them. One woman is completely naked, and while she looks like a dreamy vision as moonlight falls over her skin and marks a white outline around her silhouette, Sukunaâs scarlet gaze shoots to the other woman instead. You.Â
Clad in a silky nightgown, your hair falls over your shoulders, curls and waves kissing along your collarbone almost as feverishly as the woman on your lap pecks at every sliver of skin she can get to. You have an arm looped around the womanâs slim waist, keeping her on your lap, and you watch her through low-lidded lashes while she grinds down on your fingers. She whispers a name, presumably yours, and Sukuna would have found it pretty if the sight before him didnât fill him with unimaginable rage.
It seems he has just found the vermin that has been running amok.Â
The woman moans unintelligibly, and you capture her lips in a heated kiss before pulling back to whisper, âYou can say it, Emika. No oneâs gonna hear you.â
Oh, he begs to differ.
âYours.â The woman, Emika, whimpers with her mouth gaping and hips picking up to buck into your hand faster.
âHmm?â
âIâIâm yours.âÂ
Emikaâs words are uttered with her right on the precipice of an orgasm, and a better man would have left a long time ago, but unfortunately for her, that wasnât Sukuna. So, with two long strides, heâs at the door, and a burly arm shoots up to land a heavy blow against the flimsy block of wood. Thereâs a shrill scream when the door swings open, and it bangs against the wall in a loud crackle, just shy of falling right off its hinges.
Sukuna steps over the threshold, and he watches as the brunette womanâs eyes nearly bug out of her head. She grabs a nearby blanket off the bed, wrapping it around her body with trembling hands before coming to kneel at his feet.
Or at least Sukuna thinks thatâs what she does, because since he walked into the room, his blood-slick eyes havenât left yours. Youâre still sitting prettily on the bed. Arms propped out behind you and the thin strap of your nightgown falls off your shoulder, teasing the curve of your breast, as you meet his gaze head-on.Â
The longer he stares, the more the infuriatingly alluring smirk on your lips broadens. That look is enough for him to know who the guilty party is here.
âYour majesty.â Sukuna startles a little, as if he forgot the other woman was still there, and he finally glances down at her. At complete odds with you lounging on the bed, Emikaâs head nearly touches the floor with how far she bows. âWe werenât expecting you.â
I bet. He mentally grouses.
âAm I interrupting something?â Sukuna sees the woman shudder, as if bearing the weight of the heavy baritone in his voice was too difficult a task.Â
âNo! Not at all. We were just uhââ she allows herself to meet his stare for half a second before glancing away again. âJust talking.â
A snicker sounds from the four-poster bed, and Emika whips her head to the side, lips thinning like sheâs ordering you to be quiet.
âTalking? With your clothes off?â
She turns back to the emperor, and her face is flushed bright red. âI ermâŠweââ
âGet out.â
Emika jerks like she has just been electrocuted, but stands up, nonetheless. She takes a few steps to the door, then, as if remembering something, turns towards you and softly calls out your name, as if urging you to follow her, but Sukuna merely shakes his head.
âNo, just you.â
Thereâs no movement, and with a glance over his shoulder, he sees the young woman frozen on the spot with her lips pursed as if she might stand her ground, but with a warning flash of his ruby reds, she is hobbling out the door like a kicked dog. Sukunaâs eyes meet yours again, and you finally pull the gown down your legs to hide supple bits of skin that both sets of his traitorous eyes lapped away at.Â
âYour majesty.â You greet with a slight incline of your head, moving as if you were going to approach him, but choose to sit at the edge of the bed at the last minute. The lack of deference has him bristling.
âYou arenât bowing.â
âWeak knees. My humblest apologies.â You explain half-heartedly, and when you cross your legs, he once again has to wrench his eyes off their smooth expanse and back to your face. Sukuna definitely hadnât met you yet. Sometimes he received brief descriptions of potential concubines, and he would wave them off before going back to his work. After all, it wasnât like he would acquaint himself with every single one of them.Â
But perhaps if he had paid more attention during your arrival, he wouldâve caught you before you had made yourself soâŠcomfortable.Â
Remembering your name from Emika, he drawls it out, tests it on his tongue like it was an unfamiliar taste of exotic wine, and he was trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Being called by name makes you perk up a little.
âDo you mind explaining what I just walked in on?â You donât answer right away, and it makes the last bit of his patience dry up, words now coming out as a low growl. âI asked you a question.â
âI heard you.â While heâs barely keeping his temper at bay, youâre completely calm and play with the threads that came loose from the bedding, as if they were more interesting than the entire conversation was. More interesting than he was. âI was just wondering how much detail you would like me to go into.â
The side of Sukunaâs face scrunches, and at his sides, all twenty fingers almost follow the movement, nearly balling into fists. But with how calm you were, he decides he could not be the one to break and lose his temper first. He takes a step closer to you, and finally, he sees the corners of your eyes crinkle as you narrow your eyes at him the tiniest bit.
So, you did have some self-preservation.
âWhen I first heard the rumours that someone was bedding my women, I thought it was one of my soldiers or maybe a cook. Hell, it could have even been a eunuch who had somehow evaded castration, but itâs you, isnât it?â Your back straightens when he stops a few paces away from you, and yes, he knew for sure that it was you. âWhat makes you think you can take my women?â
Your lips purse for a moment, eyes shifting to and fro as you look for a good answer to give him. ThenâŠâMay I speak freely for the remainder of this conversation, your majesty?â
That elicits a sharp cackle from him.
âWhy bother asking? You never needed my permission to do anything before.â You only arched an eyebrow at him, as if he were a toddler whose tantrum you were waiting out. âSpeak.â
Your hair bounced as you readjusted on the bed, and without even knowing you, Sukuna could tell from the condescending gleam in your eyes that he wasnât going to like what you were about to say.Â
âYou have half a thousand concubines and only pay attention to a select few, twenty on a good day. Itâs hardly fair that the rest of us are expected to stay celibate just because you canât keep up.â
What.
âExcuse me?â
âThe way I see it,â you continue as if he hasnât spoken. âYou should be thanking me for keeping the ladies entertained in your stead.â
âThank you?â he splutters with his voice the highest itâs ever been.Â
âYouâre welcome.â
Something between a laugh and a scoff comes from his chest, half incensed, half disbelieving as he turns his back to you. Hands go to rake over his face, passing over the hardened casing that covered the right side. A moment passed as he gathered himself, then, when he was sure he wouldnât throttle you, he turned around again.
âI donât know who you think you are, but you donât get to come into my house, break my one rule, then tell me I should be thanking you for it.â His words wipe the shit-eating grin off your face. âAll the women know that if theyâre unhappy, they can leave at anytime. Iâm not forcing anyone to be here!â
âYou know full well that most of them canât go back to the conditions they lived in before!â Had anyone else raised their voice at him, they would have been cut down where they stood. But Sukuna is so thrilled that you are showing an emotion other than cool indifference, he barely pays it any mind. You stand from the bed and approach him with agility that tells him you in fact, did not have weak knees.
âYou live in my house. In my kingdom,â eyes red hot as a blazing sun, sneered down at you as if they were promising to burn you to a crisp. âYou follow my rules.â
Glossy lips purse as you stare up at him for a few long moments. Then that carefully blank curtain falls over your face again. âFine. Then I should like to leave.â
You turned towards your vanity, and Sukuna only saw the piece of paper lying on it now. âI was going to hand in my resignation letter later this week, but seeing that youâre already hereââ
âNo.â
Feet faltering, you pause, and your shoulders work when you take a deep breath before turning around.
âI beg your pardon?â
âI wonât sign it.â Sharp canines glint as he gives you a sardonic smile.
âBut you just said we could leave whenever we wanted.â
âI said my concubines could leave whenever they wanted.â The distance between the two of you closes again, and he isnât sure who stepped closer this time. âYou are a thief.â
âA thief?â You sputtered with your brows raised so high they nearly touched your hairline. âWith all due respect your majesty, you have a nasty habit of making these women sound like possessions rather than people.â
âTheyâre mine.â He says, not even denying your comment, and when you scowl, he has to crane his head down so he can get in your face. âYou think you can come into my house, eat my food, wear clothes bought with my money,â he lifts his hand, and a sharp nail catches the strap of your nightgown where it hangs off your shoulder, and tugs it up to its rightful place. âFuck my women, and Iâll just let you leave?â
You glance down at his hand hovering over the curve of your shoulder, his nails so long they could puncture through skin with ease if he wanted to.
âYou canât keep me here against my will.â
The boisterous laughter that echoes through the room almost makes you flinch.Â
âWhoâs gonna stop me, huh? You?â
Your lips tremble, and he preens, thinking he has finally gotten through to you. But instead of the ugly cry he was expecting, a smile curls your lips, and you take a step forward, so close he can smell the scent of jasmine and something more edible on your skin.
âWell in that case, Lady Kyomi has been staring at me a little too closely these days. If Iâm staying, I might as well pay her a visit.â
Sukuna didnât make a habit of harming people who were a lot frailer than him. He liked the dizzying thrill of heading right into battle with combatants who were on par with him. And swords, claws and teeth would meet in a frenzy of blood and gore.Â
This meant that he never lifted a hand against a woman. That is, until today, when a hand closes around your neck and pushes you back until youâre pressed against a nearby wall.
Your breath hitches.
He isnât choking you, not really, but the threat of it, as his massive hand spans over your throat with ease and sharp nails drag along your skin, is definitely there. Sukuna could handle a lot of things, but you threatening to go after the very woman in the running to be his empress consort was out of bounds.Â
âDo you wish to see me lose my temper?â
His voice was scarily low now, and the tip of his nose brushed against yours.
âYou mean you havenât already?â
âDonât test me, little girl.â Your nose scrunches, obviously not a fan of that nickname. With his grip on your neck, he tips your head up higher so you can look at him. âYou are to stay away from Kyomi, Emika and all the other concubines you have bedded. Do I make myself clear?â
âCrystal.â You say that a little too quickly for it to be convincing, and when you move into his hand around your neck instead of cowering away, he knows you arenât going to give in so easily. âBut just between us, your majesty, tell me which upsets you more, the fact that I fucked them or that I didnât fuck you?â
A beat passes before Sukuna laughs, long and loud right in your face. âDonât flatter yourself.â
âYour cock is pressing into my thighs.â You mused, and his shoulders tensed.Â
Truth be told, he has been hard since he eavesdropped on you and Emika earlier. And as much as it pained him to admit it, the longer he spoke to you, the higher the tent beneath his robes pitched itself. Â
âYou know,â A manicured nail skirts over the opening of his robes over his bare chest and his cock twitches. âIf you had just asked, I would have considered letting you join.â
Your sheer audacity has him at a loss once more.
âI wouldnât need your permission.â He replies through clenched teeth and tries to hold his breath so your perfume wouldnât cloud his mind. This is probably how you got people wrapped around your finger. He thought. A teasing touch, the coaxing pull of your sweetened scent and most of all your soft, taunting voice, and they would be trapped before they even knew it.Â
âOh, but youâd want it.â
Sukunaâs hand flexes around your throat, and a beat passes with him just panting inches from your mouth. Whenever the emperor couldnât purge his temper through bloodshed, he often turned to fucking. And it seems he chose the latter as he tugs you forward and seals his lips over yours.Â
You flinch at the force of the kiss, breath coming out as a soundless huff like he just knocked the air right out of your lungs. Your hands come up to rest on his thick biceps, but you donât push him away just yet.Â
Sukunaâs tongue traces over the plush seam of your lips before it plunges into your mouth, and he stiffens at the taste that hits him. Minty freshness, remnants of hibiscus tea and a little fainter, the unmistakable tartness of pussy. A fang nips at your soft lip, and he relishes the yelping sound you make as he greedily laps at a bead of blood that flows out. He wrenches himself away from you, eyes burning as he meets your gaze.Â
âYou put your mouth on her?â He seethes, and you only peer up at him through long lashes, a self-assured smile firmly in place on your lips. âYou are infuriating.â
Hands grasp your waist and pull you off the wall and up against him. And as he leads you to the bed, your feet never touch the floor again.
Belatedly, you start to wonder whether you have bitten off more than you can chew.Â
The bedsprings whine under the weight of the burly emperor lying on them. The man is made of pure muscle, and the inky black markings that cut lines down his tanned skin bulge with every movement he makes. Four hulking arms lay at his sides, flexing impatiently as he tries to keep himself from pulling you onto him. And while he waits, two sets of eyes, four total, glare at you through his coral hair and obsessively follow you the way a predator would stalk its next meal.Â
âSince you enjoy eating pussy so much, letâs see how you like being on the receiving end.â Sukuna had said a while ago, and while your heart thrashed excitedly in your chest at the prospect of sitting on his mouth, you soon realised he wasnât talking about the one on his face.Â
You could only gawk as washboard abs quivered, then gaped, giving way to a large mouth that cut through the centre of his stomach. The mouth gave you a mischievous grin, canines razor sharp, before it licked its lips in anticipation. Between that and the monstrosities, yes, monstrosities plural, that lay heavy between his legs, you arenât sure where to look.Â
âWhat are you waiting for?â
Your eyes bounce up to his face, and you shift a little on the foot of the bed before moving on all fours to crawl towards him. A crimson gaze burns a trail through you when you go to his side instead of immediately straddling him. You tuck your hair behind your ear before you lean down and kiss him. Sukunaâs arms snake under you, and you gasp when he forcibly pulls you on top of him. Settling on his lap, he makes sure the kiss never breaks as he sucks your lip into his mouth, chasing the taste of iron he tasted earlier.
A tongue licks a stripe up your lips, and you feel a heated breath blow against your stomach before his other mouth lolls out against your skin. You shiver above him, hands braced beside his head and almost buckling from the sensation pooling low in your belly.
âSit on it.â Sukuna commands, breath hot against your lips, but you donât move. A low groan sounds when you pepper a soft kiss on his mouth, and he pulls back to ask again.
âLet me taste you.â
Your dark eyes clash with his, and he blurts the word out before he can stop himself. The word he has never had to say to anyone before.
âPlease.â
An emperor begging a concubine? No one would believe you if you told them. But you oblige. Straightening on his lap and moving forward until youâre hovering just above the large mouth that literally drools with your cunt so close to it.Â
Hands grope at your hips, then lower you slowly. Â
Whereas Sukuna is taking his time, his mouth didnât seem to get the memo because a disarming kiss is delivered to your clit before a fat tongue lolls out and swipes a lavish lick up your slit. You forward jerk, and strong hands clamp around your form tighter, holding then pushing you further onto the relentless mouth that laps away at every drop of your slick.Â
âOh.â You huff out with a little shock colouring your tone.Â
You look at Sukunaâs face again, and you see his lips gape as a light glaze covers his eyes, almost like he can taste you on both mouths. Your hips roll against his stomach when his thick tongue thrusts into your cunt, and moan slips through as your gummy walls clamp around the muscle.
âLook who canât keep up now,â Sukuna says, referring to when you told him that you were doing him a favour by picking up the slack of tending to his âneglectedâ concubines.Â
Your hips slow, trying to lift off his mouth to give yourself a break, but he doesnât let you, of course. And youâre not sure what possesses you, but your fingers, the same ones you had inside Emika a few minutes ago, go to his lips and slot into his mouth.Â
âI keep up well enough.â You know he tastes her essence from the way his red pinpoint eyes narrow to slits, and you smile at him. âSweet, isnât it?â
Teeth bite down on your fingers, and you mewl at the ghost of pain that follows. His fangs pricked your skin again, and he sucks the digits into his mouth with a heavy groan. You feel his body move beneath you, and when you glance over your shoulder to see his hips rutting into the air and both his cocks leaking with precum, your tongue instinctively wets your lips.
Maybe one day youâd be brave enough to take him in your mouth tooâŠwait, why were you thinking about that as if youâd let this happen again?
Sukuna is drooling around your fingers and on your cunt as he alternates between diving into its tight hole and sucking your clit into his mouth. When you feel his hips shudder pathetically under you, followed by the warm spray of cum against the small of your back, you almost want to make fun of him for cumming untouched. But you canât because youâre not that far behind either. A few more shaky rolls of your hips, and he keeps you plastered to him as you tremble with your release too.
Youâre still shaking when Sukuna lifts you to move you further down his muscular body. He angles the pink tip of one of his lengths with your cunt, and you feel the other bop against your ass needily. Sliding down the thick girth is no easy feat, and he doesnât rush you, not even when his hips beg him to thrust up and bottom out.Â
Moans fill the room when you sink all the way down and your head tips back. The mouth on his stomach seals itself shut, then quickly reappears near his pelvis. Youâre about to tell him how uncanny it is that he keeps making it move, but your words fall short when it flicks its tongue over your hypersensitive clit.
There are too many hands to count roaming over your body. A pair pawing at your ass and urging you to bounce on him faster, and another set squeezes your tits and rolls the hardened buds of your nipples between his fingers.
Sukuna stares up at you in awe as you ride him. The light above your head forms a halo around your hair, making you look otherworldly and the sounds you make have him believing that you were some sort of fallen angel who has come to drag him to the depths of hell in condemnation for all his sins.
Your hand goes behind you, curling around his neglected cock, and he makes a sound he didnât even know he was capable of. Your walls squeeze unbelievably tight around him as you cum not too long after him, and his hands band around you before pulling you down so he can kiss you again.
It takes a while for the two of you to stop shuddering, and only when your lips are utterly kiss-bitten and too numb to continue, do you slide off him and land at his side with a huff.Â
Sukuna is still trying to catch his breath when a thought clicks into place. He was more than happy to lock you in the deepest dungeon he had so youâd never see the light of day again, but after all that, he could think of something better.
Better for him, that is.
He rises from the bed and starts to put his robes back on. âYouâll be moved into the Ruby Palace tomorrow.â
He hears you sit up, and he doesnât have to turn around to know your eyes are probably bulging out their sockets.Â
âWhat?!â
Your exclamation makes a pleased smile curl his lips.Â
While the Rose, Jade and Emerald palaces housed all the concubines, the Ruby Palace has always been vacant.
Because it was reserved for whoever Sukuna would pick as his empress.
With an about turn, he meets your stare and offers you a mocking smile. âYouâve touched whatâs mine and believe me, Iâve killed men for less. So, be happy that your emperor is generous enough to award your insubordination with a title instead of an execution, hm?â
Your mouth opens, but heâs already pulling the door open. Thereâs a heavy thud of something hitting the wood and a string of colourful expletives follow him as he walks back to his quarters with a spring in his step.Â
Hm, maybe late-night walks really were relaxing.
a/n: whew my family would 100% request an exorcism if they ever saw this. anyway, thank you to @rambld for being my test subject, love you like jellytots baybay
eat a protein heavy breakfast. donât shop on shein. itâs never too late to get more educated. tell people you love them. listen to birds. go to an old growth forest. get really good at something, just to see if you can.