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[sxgarworld]

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝗌𝗑𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

black 🩷20 🩷 she/they

most of my works are 18+ so minors pls dni! will be making a master list linked here soon, but most of my fics are tagged (tags in tags by name) Also none of my shit is proofread don’t @ me

[lovezaynie]

Nanami Kento is definitely not the type of man who waits outside while shopping.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

You walk into the store together. You’re absentmindedly looking at a shelf when he, as if he has a perfectly archived mental list, says:

“Didn’t you say you were running out of this?” he points to a specific bottle. “The one with the blue cap, not the new version.”

You blink. “…You remember that?”

“You mentioned it two weeks ago,” he replies, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

You walk down the aisles. You stop. He stops too. No rush, no checking the time, no sighing.

“We can look for that cream you said you liked,” he adds. “We didn’t buy it last time.”

He doesn’t hurry you, doesn’t say “choose quickly,” doesn’t give you that this is torture look. On the contrary: he’s attentive.

As you pass another store, you see the classic scene: a row of men leaning against the wall, arms crossed, phones in hand, staring into space as if they’d been abandoned there.

Nanami Kento watches them for a second. Just one. He says nothing… but his eyebrow arches slightly. Silent, lethal judgment. Then he takes your hand.

“Let’s go,” he says. “You wanted to go in here, didn’t you?”

And he walks in with you. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, as if loving you includes accompanying you, even in the ordinary, even in the seemingly trivial.

Inside the store, he holds your things while you look around, gives you his honest opinion when you ask for it: “That color suits you. The other one dulls you a bit.”

If you hesitate, he doesn’t grow impatient.

“There’s no rush,” he says. “I’m with you.”

And that’s when you understand something very clearly: Nanami doesn’t love halfway, doesn’t love from a distance, doesn’t love waiting outside.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

[tojipie]

happy valentines day! : professor nanami gets more than he signed up for after entertaining your advances

18+ smut, professor!nanami x fem reader, mutual pining, college au, hurt/comfort, fluff ~ 3k wc

nanami isn’t a rule breaker. he could probably count the number times he's stepped out of his comfort zone on one hand if he had to. that’s what got him this position teaching grad students in the first place.

he knows it’s wrong, that feeling this way about you is against the code of conduct he swore to uphold when he took this position. but god, does he want you. you’re practically all he can think about, even when the simple act of being around you means putting the life he's built at risk.

he's caught wind of little crushes before. that pointed look he'll get from students when they come up to turn a paper in. maybe the brush of a few fingers, and a soft little "have a good weekend" if they're feeling bold. but never, in all his years of instructing, has anyone toyed with his mind the way that you have.

his infatuation with you isn't some fleeting semester long crush. it's deep than that. pure, unfiltered need. festering in the pit of his stomach like a disease. he hasn't felt this captivated in too long but even then, nanami's not sure if any past crush of his compares to the borderline life ruining adoration he holds for you.

and oddly enough, he thinks you might even feel the same. that's what's driving him mad.

you’re a smart girl, impossibly so. you’re kind to others, show up to class on time, and even make him laugh with your cute questions during lecture. but something deeper lies underneath that.

your flirting doesn't go unnoticed. the way your fingers brush his when you come up to hand in your quizzes. how your gaze never quite seems to leave the area below his belt during lecture. the way you swing by office hours just to ask him questions he knows you know the answer to.

even so, nanami entertains you every single time. he savors those little moments with you, doesn’t shy away when you keep him in his office way longer than you need to and bears the humiliating task of pretending like he doesn't want to coach you through today's exercises while you keep his dick warm.

he endures it all anyway, because you're the most captivating woman he's ever had the pleasure of meeting. and because part of him thinks he might have seen you smile when his resolve broke and he had to adjust himself under his desk.

things only ramp up after that.

kento can't believe he acted so brazenly. his first mistake was agreeing to speak with you at all that day. his second was thinking he had the strength to not pop a boner in his dress slacks while you rattled away in the chair opposite of him, sitting pretty with your eyes glued to his like you were trying to pull a confession out of him.

you know. he knows that you know, and it's only a matter of time before one of you caves and you do something you both can't come back from. kento decides it won't be him who gives in first. even so, the week doesn't come without his struggles.

he’s ended class early every single session this week because you won’t stop staring at his cock. he’s turned people away during office hours so he can sit idle at his desk and figure out how he's going to make it through the month. hell, he hasn’t cooked dinner for himself in three days, opting to lay in bed and fuck his fist until chest aches from exertion.

never mind the sick fantasies his mind seems to conjure up out of nowhere. thoughts of you keeping him on your tongue while he grades papers, of you with your knees to your chest, crying out for him while he takes you right on the floor of the lecture hall like some sort of freak.

you've bewitched him. every single thought he's had today has derailed so far toward you that he's given up on his lesson plan for the week. every millisecond of free time, spent wondering what it'd take to make that pretty back arch.

kento spends the height of the semester on edge, plagued with the knowledge that you're toying with him. he braves every lecture like a man going to war, calling on every ounce of self control he has every time you look up at him with those pretty eyes and thank him for a great class. he watches you walk out the door every time, wallowing in his own little mix of self pity and hormonal desire on the car ride home.

until, one day, right as he thinks he’s starting to gain his momentum back, you waltz into his office with a look he's never seen before.

you almost look smaller like this, standing in the center of the room with your sleeves pulled over your hands, mouth downturned the way it always is when you don’t get what you want. the thought of you being upset makes his chest tighten more than he'd like to admit, but he can't afford to lose his composure now.

“you’re nervous.” he offers plainly, looking up at you through the rims of his thin glasses. the hand gripping the pen he holds is turning white from how hard he’s holding on to it. curse you and your grip over his heart.

you say nothing, circling the chair in front of his desk to quietly sit in front of him. you cross your legs, then uncross them like you’re not even sure why or how you got here.

“tell me.” he pleads, eyes flitting back to the paper he’s grading. he circles something in red, writing a small note in the margins to try and find a sense of normalcy. you watch, worrying your bottom lip red between your teeth.

kento sets his pen down on the desk a little harder than he should. he stands, work discarded behind him in favor of circling the desk.

“tell me what it is before i assume.” he says sternly. you both know what he’s implying. tell him what’s on your mind and why you’re choosing to make it his problem, before he fucks it out of the both of you.

“you can assume.” you breathe.

and just like that, you're on him. hands fisted at his lapels while he grips the fabric around your waist like one would hold a trophy.

the noise nanami makes is humiliating. long and deep in his chest like every single problem he’s had this year is suddenly gone. he walks the both of you backwards until he's able to sit in his office chair, hastily grabbing you under the curve of your ass to pull you into his lap.

"fuck, you're beautiful." he mutters, reveling in the sweet noise you make at the compliment. you suckle on his lower lip with a hum, and nanami decides right then and there that he's realistically do anything in his power to hear you make that noise again.

you break away slightly to turn his gaze toward the very open door to his office, much to his chagrin.

he could stop right now. he should stop, if he's being honest. but the throb in his slacks is almost unbearable, and way you press yourself against his bulge isn't helping one bit.

he thinks of his job as you mouth down the curve of his throat. all those years spent perfecting his craft, working his way up the ranks of academia just to get where he is right now. he's unbelievably respected in his field because he's done nothing but play by the rules his whole life.

and in the end, he realizes it doesn't even matter. kento can't find it in him to care about his job when you're practically trying to fuck him through the thin fabric of your bottoms. he's denied himself what he needs for far too long. that's exactly why he sends you to go lock the door for him, releasing his belt with one hand while the other undoes his tie.

---

kento fucks you so thoroughly that he can't even work in his office the rest of the week.

he tries to be normal about it, but is there really anything normal about what the two of you did to each other last night? if there was a way to rationalize the amount of time your pussy was on his face yesterday, he would have done it already. but kento knows there’s no saving him now.

he shows up to lecture the way he's supposed to, holds office hours in the department lounge instead of his office and tries his best to be attentive when it matters. but nothing can shake the way he hardens in his pants when he thinks of how you looked with your legs thrown over his shoulders, or the sweet things you’d whispered in your ear while he fucked you.

how big he felt inside of you, how much you adore him, how good his fingers felt rubbing over the swell of your clit. he made sure to leave marks where he could, little constellations of purple and pink sucked onto the places where no one else can see.

he spirals over the next couple of days in an equally good and bad way.

on one hand, every millisecond of free time he has after class is spent cooped up in your tiny apartment, pounding you into your mattress until the hinges of your bed frame threaten to snap.

on the other hand he couldn't stay away from you even if he wanted to, and that proves to be dangerous once things start getting personal.

nanami doesn't have it in him to just fuck you, that won't satisfy him. he needs to scratch that itch in the back of his brain that's telling him to hold you. to caress you in the ways he's been dying to do since the moment you raised your hand in class for the first time.

he takes his time with you whether you're bent over his desk or his mattress, or the backseat of his car, praising you for a job well done in class that day, or on that week's set of practice questions. he won't even let you touch him until you've cum at least once. after you're done letting him take you apart, kento holds you and lets you interrogate him to your heart's content.

"why that specific tie every day?" you mumble, tracing little shapes on his palm with your thumb.

he hums thoughtfully. "well, why not?"

"do you have any other patterns?" you sound so cute like this.

"i do, I guess I just like this one." he laughs. kento chooses not to tell you it's because you complimented it once a while back. he'd worn it to class every day since. you kiss him then, long and slow like you're trying to commit the feeling of his lips to memory.

he tells you about his undergrad days, his family. his favorite things to cook and why. you tell him about your own life in return. your ambitions, friends, plans for graduation. kento offers to make some calls on your behalf in case you're ever looking for a job close to campus, because that's what he should be doing, right? it's only fair he does his best to help you succeed. but you only laugh and shake your head.

"don't favor me just because you've seen me naked" you tease. you're not looking to work your way up the ranks of academia using him as a crutch, even knowing nanami has no problem connecting you with the right people. that's not what you're here for.

he cooks you dinner for the first time that night, clad in nothing but a pair of pajama pants and an apron he threw on last minute. you can still see the scratch marks you left on his back a couple nights ago.

you eat in a comfortable silence, side by side at the dinner table like it's the most normal thing in the world. you wash the dishes together with only the sounds of the city below to keep you both company.

"would you like to spend the night?"

he doesn't know why he asks, or even where the confidence to ask comes from, but you agree anyway. and nanami thinks he's okay with whatever institutional punishment may befall him as long as he gets to wake up with you in his arms.

---

valentines day this saturday , and the two of you have been dancing around it for weeks.

the semester is in full swing now, and kento's grown comfortable enough with your little arrangement to allow himself to be romantic with you.

he starts off small. ordering breakfast to your apartment on weekends, letting you have the last sip of coffee from his to-go cup while you read in bed together. even going out of his way to give you longer deadlines for classwork if you need it, despite your protests against "picking favorites."

but how you not be his favorite? how could he ever look at you and not feel his heart swell or the stress melt from his neck and shoulders every time you press a kiss to his lips. nanami would give you the world if he had the means to do so.

in class, he's composed. stoic as ever as he rattles off each concept and theory to a room full of faces he probably won't remember in a couple of months. except yours. nanami doesn't know what this relationship has in store for him, but he at least knows that he won't go down without a fight.

he can't help but notice your expression the day you walk into your favorite cafe together and see the heart streamers and decals plastered all over the walls. it's the friday before valentines dat, and you look forlorn. like the little pink and red cutouts have reminded you of something that makes your heart ache.

he feels that ache too.

he'd find another job if you told him you wanted to be his. hell, he's drafted his two week notice just in case you happen to profess your unwavering need to make things official. to be his girlfriend, through and though. it's bringing up the topic that he's struggled with as of late.

kento knows he’s a goner when you cum with a cry of his name in bed that night. whimpering it chest to chest with him as he pummels his length into your sopping wet core with only his bedside lamp illuminating the both of you.

you whine, looking up at him with glassy eyes like the very universe orbits around him. that’s when he knew. that’s exactly the point at which he realizes there is not a single atom in his body that is strong enough to stay away from you. not now, not after the semester ends, and especially not in the privacy of his own bedroom where your scent has etched itself in between every fiber of his bedding.

"oh fuck-- be my girlfriend-- fuck." he grits out, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he cums with a noise that's way too loud to muffle.

he stills as soon as he registers what's been said, orgasm be damned. you only dig the heels of your feet into his lower back harder, sheathing him to the hilt inside of you where he belongs.

you mumble something then. so quiet he's sure you can't hear yourself either.

"speak up, love." he pleads, anxiously awaiting your response to his little orgasm induced outburst.

"i'd love to be yours." you sigh, nuzzling into his chest so sweetly that all he can do is hold you in until the sun comes up.

nanami waits until the end of the semester to tell you he'll be teaching at another college in the area after the semester ends. you take it surprisingly well considering you're kind of the sole reason he has to work elsewhere, ethically speaking.

the switch was easier than expected. one of the perks of being so highly regarded in academia. his notice of withdrawal probably wasn't as convincing as it could have been. just a few curt sentences about wanting to move in a different direction regarding his postdoc career. short for "i can't work here in good conscience anymore because the love of my life just so happens to be one of your students."

he thinks he'll take it easy for the rest of the year. most of the grading he's done since that first night with you was half assed anyway. he has more important things to think about, like what color panties you might wear to dinner tonight.

[uramura]

I do not dream of a ‘career’. The only job I dream of is licking sweat off Integra’s skin with my tongue.

[sxgarworld]

cannibalization of the apex is JJK’s unholyverse

[sxgarworld]

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫- 𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

in which toji is a construction worker seeing you pass by

contains: breeding, p/v sex, car sex, multiple rounds, cream pies

construction worker toji who sees you walking past with bright eyes as he sits on the sidewalk during his break. he doesn’t notice the way his mouth gapes when he looks at you, short skirt and pretty thighs exposed to the sun.

construction worker toji who sees his chance to come into your life when you drop your purse, loose change and cards falling out. he helps you collect them quickly, handing your little pink clutch purse to you with a smile

construction worker toji who also notices the way you can’t look at him while you thank him, trying to hide how pink your face is getting

construction worker toji who somehow gets you to come back to his truck with smooth words, splaying you across his backseats as he pounds into you

construction worker toji who coos sweet words to you as he holds your cheeks while he fucks you, feeling you drool all over his large, calloused hands.

construction worker toji who leaves you shaking in his backseat as he kisses up your spine, his cum spilling out of your cute little snatch

“you’re just so good at takin’ it, hm?” he kisses along your back, bringing you closer to him. “You take a stranger’s cock often or am i just an exception?” he laughed, his fingers dipping into your cunt as he pumped his cum back into you. Breathy moans escaped his lips, his fingertips bruising your hips from how strong their grip was. His cock was already sloppy, his fat mushroom tip dripping his pre inside you again, like he was about to start up again.

“P-please… can’t… can’t take it no more- please,” you whined out, your pleas muffled by his hand still halfway in your mouth. You couldn’t help but drool all over him, which only served to make him harder. He relentlessly pounded into your sweet cunt, not bothering to even listen to your cries.

“Good little girls take it, yeah? Good little girls would get all cock drunk. So be a good little girl and shut the- fuck up,” his last words struggled to spill from his mouth as he pounded into you. His pace was sloppier and sloppier, until his eventually let more of his warm semen fill you up again.

“Oh- oh fuck!” he groaned “Oh fuck princess! Your pussy is just so fuckin’ tight- couldn’t help but breed it. But you’ll forgive me right? For givin you a baby?” he grinned with that sleazy, toothy smile, the scar on his lips pushed up.

𓆩♡𓆪

i have been thinking about him for so long… likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

[tojipie]

bundle of joy <3

prison bf toji series linked here <3

this man was forged and handcrafted to be a girl-dad to a little sweetheart. i love him w all my heart.

the rasp of your husbands voice is so soft that you’re unsure if you’re still dreaming, head spinning from the IV cocktail the doctors had pumped into you the day prior.

toji sits with his back to you, your daughter cradled in the crook of his arm. your little bundle of joy so gently, letting her mindlessly grab at the cuff of his sleeve.

“what’re you doing, huh?” he mumbles, stroking the softness of her cheek with his thumb.

the baby ignores him, opting to try and get the fabric of his shirt into her mouth. soft, pink little gums bite down on freshly washed cotton, her feet kicking in excitement at the new texture.

“aht— hey!” he mumbles, gently pulling the soaked fabric from her grasp. “dirty.”

you sit up from your spot on the bed, inching over to the two of them.

toji truly can’t take his eyes off her, nodding intently while the newborn babbles nonsense to herself. he quickly switches her to his other arm once you join him, letting you lean your full weight on him.

tiny, pruney little fingers close around the bottom of his index, soft skin contrasting against the blues and blacks of his tattooed knuckles.

“is she supposed to be this tiny?” he whispers, half in awe half out of concern. your heart melts at how soft his voice is, eyes blown wide.

“f’course,” you giggle tiredly, still woozy from the epidural. you nose at the curve of his shoulder with a hum. “doctors said she was perfectly healthy, remember?”

“right, shit,” he mutters, tensing up at the freudian slip. “oh— sorry,” he says it to your daughter this time, clearly embarrassed at his lack of a filter.

toji’s lifestyle change had been a gradual process. a culmination of a life spent on the streets, moving up the ranks year after year until he’d forged an empire built on the bodies of his enemies.

then you came along, holding him down through a 7 year sentence while the world threw its worst at him, testing the integrity of your relationship as you both struggled to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

somewhere along the way nights at the club together turned into nights spent inside, planning out your future.

you had wanted to give him this for so long. to raise a child together and complete your little family, fulfilling both your lives just a little bit more. toji had dropped to his knees when you brought him the positive test, burying his face in your stomach to hide his teary eyes.

you can’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony of it all. that the man in front of you with the word “greed” gracing his knuckles in bold letters was holding your baby with all the generosity in the world.

“she drank a ton today.”

“oh yeah? big appetite huh?” he coos, pulling her pink baby hat up to let her little ears breathe.

“takes after her dad.”

your little blessing lets out a tiny yawn before closing her eyes, tuckered out after a long day of adjusting to her new world.

“should i put her back in the crib?” he whispers, so scared of waking the poor girl up.

let her sleep on me for a little, i’ll be up for a while anyways,” you explain, reaching for your daughter to let her settle onto your chest.

“my girls,” he mumbles, so full of love when he says it.

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[satorusdiary]

dilf!toji being your ex bf

fluff & angst + making up + cuddling + toji not being able to resist you when you look so fragile + toji forever loving you

part 2! - back in love !

You sent 1:03 am

hey, r u awake?

toji places the cigarette back down on the ashtray, looking at his phone slightly shocked. it’s been months since you and him have had contact, the split up that has happened to your relationship has left a strain in his heart.

why did you text him at this hour? and most importantly, why aren’t you asleep? toji knows how well your sleep schedule usually was.

his friends look at him concerned, the look on toji’s face confusing them even more compared to when he stopped smoking repeatedly just a few seconds ago.

“fushiguro, you good?” satoru questions, patting his friends shoulder as he looks over at his friends phone. he wasn’t able to get a look at the message before toji pulls the phone into a direction that wasn’t able to be seen.

“yeah.. jus’ lemme call someone real quick.” before the rest of his friends could protest, toji is up and walking over to an empty room in the apartment. taking a seat on the bed.

Toji sent 1:09 am

thought i told you to lose my number

now that’s something he wouldn’t text you, he immediately starting regretting sending that message the second you immediately read the message.

you were his sweet little girl. the young woman who he swore he was gonna marry, the one he swore to have kids with.

things were different when he realized how much his life would have an impact on you if you stayed with him.

what’s good about a sweet girl who has a bright future getting with a older man selling illegal substances, that could send him to jail for years and years.

yeah not good at all.

toji knew what’s best for you, and if it meant him not being with you then it was worth it.

because he loved you, and would do physically anything in his power for you to have the best in life.

You sent 1:09 am

i know, i just need someone to talk to rn. i’m sorry

his heart weeps, you still want his comfort even after he has completely broke you, and your relationship with him.

he should be in jail for just breaking you in general.

toji sighs, not knowing how to reply. he wants to comfort you, yet he wants to push you away from his life. push you away from the trouble and the dangers that could happen to you.

he thinks you have given up until you text him 3 minutes later.

You sent 1:12 am

can i call you, please toji?

he couldnt deny it. he just couldnt. his love for you was simply unbreakable even if you weren’t together anymore.

his friends out in the living room are most likely concerned and worried for toji, but that’s the least of his problems. he needs to know if you’re okay, if you’re hurt.

‘incoming call from Toji’

he swears his heart skips a beat when the call goes through.

toji is not one to get nervous. especially with anything in general. but when it came to you, everything comes crashing down. when it comes to you, toji is willing to do anything for you, because you were his girl. his love.

“..hi” your voice is shaky, it seems you’re nervous as well. could he blame you though? this was the first time in months he has actually spoke to you.

“hey.” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice the weak tone in his voice as he spoke.

there’s a moment of silence, and soft breathing from your end before toji speaks up.

“are you ok? why’d you call me.”

it’s harsh, his tone is harsh. your eyes begin watering, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“i-i am just having trouble sleeping, that’s all. ‘wanted your company atleast to calm me down.” your tone has a small strain, as if you were crying for hours before you called him.

it was as if he was able to see your puffy eyes through the screen, he could just imagine it now.

“there’s something else, hm? c’mon tell me, y’know i won’t judge.” especially with you. is what he wanted to say as-well, but he couldn’t get to soft with you now. he couldn’t.

he hears a sniffle from your end, feeling his heart clench once more. as if his heart is dropping to the bottom of his stomach.

“okay.. t-truth is i usually sleep better with you ‘round. but since you’re gone, ‘ts been kinda rough. i just wanted to call you for once, to see if it would help..” you confessed, voice breaking down in between sentences.

toji has an urge to put you down, and hang up. but he couldn’t, how could he resist you? especially after everything he has put you through.

the bracelet on his wrist that has your initials come into his vision. you had made this for him when he was sick, he has never took it off ever since.

“y’want me to come over? not gonna make contact, jus’ gonna be there til you sleep.” he says calmly, he swore he could’ve heard you sigh in relief.

“mhmm, yes please..” you’re still polite, his sweet girl is still sweet around him. that’s what he misses with you.

“alright’ be there in 10. jus know i’m never doin this shit again, kay?” he says harshly, too harsh.

you sniffle again, he could tell your frowning and having tears drop on your phone screen. his heart strings get tugged, and he calms his weeping heart.

he’s hurt you once again.

the call ends before you could say anything else, and he’s out of the bedroom quickly taking his keys. his friends look at him concerned.

“yo, you good?” suguru comments, looking up at his friend who was ready to leave the apartment.

“where you going?” satoru also questions.

toji shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at his of friends once again.

“gonna be gone for a bit, see ya tomorrow?” he waves them off, and goes out the door before they could reply, or ask anymore questions.

he knows he said he would be at your place by 10 minutes, but he ends up arriving in 5 minutes. quickly at your door step, knocking on the door gently.

just as he predicted, you open the door almost immediately.

when he looks at you, he swears he could break down then and there. on your door step.

your eyes are puffy, you’re wearing his hoodie that he “accidentally” left at your home, and there were dried tear stains on your puffy cheeks.

he wanted to kiss your cheeks badly, and cradle you in his arms. but he resisted.

thats before you crash into his arms, immediately breaking down. hugging him tightly as if he was going to disappear again.

toji breaks, he can’t handle the cold act around you any longer.

“y/n? what’s wrong baby? speak to me..” toji coo’s, his harsh tone disappeared. you automatically feel comfort from his nice tone, something you missed.

there he is, the sweet older boyfriend you have always missed. the man who was your home, your protector, your everything.

“‘missed you s’much toji. miss being with you and megumi, i-i can’t sleep without thinking about how i could’ve been better for you.” you stutter repeatedly.

it was no lie that megumi missed you as well. the boy who is only 3 years old can not go a night without asking where you were, if you were coming back to him without breaking down. because you made the little boy feel loved.

toji’s heart breaks, now he notices how selfish he has been. yes he was protecting you, but he also broke you so much. regret seeps into his body, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.

“‘s not your fault sweets, you were more than enough for me. c’mon, let’s go to bed.” he murmurs, picking you up bridal style and walks towards your bedroom. the door behind him shutting closed.

the photo of you both happily together was still on your night stand, toji’s heart breaks for the millionth time in the past hour.

his side of the bed was cold, as if you never slept on it. that’s because it felt wrong sleeping on that side, knowing it once belonged to him.

you continue crying as you’re placed on the bed, still in toji arms. he’s careful with you, placing kisses on your face and rubbing your body to give you his heat.

“i-i miss you.. s’much.” you repeat, looking up at him for the first time with clear sight. tears drying back on your cheeks.

he gives you a sad smile and kisses both of your cheeks, sticky with tears.

“i miss you more sweetheart, missed my little girl s’much.. ‘l’ll explain everythin to you tomorrow, kay?” he questions, caressing your cold cheek.

the smile you give him is sad, but could easily melt the coldness in his heart.

after you nod he places a kiss on your lips, before pulling you closer, your head on his chest while is head is rested on top of yours.

the night goes by, and your soft snores fill the room. toji’s eyes are still glued onto the photo of you both, looking so happy, so dumb and in love.

he is gonna make that happen again, only for you. he’d figure out everything else soon, his priority was now you.

“i love you, missed you more than anything. baby.” he whispers quietly, placing one last kiss to your temple before drifting off to sleep.

for the first time in months he is able to sleep with no bad feelings, or any nightmares.

that is because you’re by his side, by his side to push away all the bad thoughts. by his side to make him feel loved again.

Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist

part 2 - back in love !

a/n: don’t mind typos pls, it’s like 3:47 am😭😭

[sxgarworld]

𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 - 𝐲. 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢

your college jock boyfriend isn’t the big sweetheart everyone thinks he is. but he’s still sweet enough for you.

contains: oral (m!receiving), meanie yuji, black coded reader (anyone can read!!), dom yuji, anal, fingering, squirting, generally nastier than my other posts.

To everyone else Yuji was nothing more than a sweetheart. A boy with a bright smile and soft pink hair. A strong guy with a big heart and a love for everyone. Were they wrong? No, not exactly. I mean, he was your sweet boyfriend. When you weren’t in bed at least.

Now he’s just walked in the door to your little shared apartment that isn’t too far from your campus, looking almost worn out from another night of practice. He closes the door, heavy footsteps making their way to you, who’s curled up on the couch, watching some silly movie from the 2000s that probably had shitty acting and even worse props.

“I missed you too,” he says, half sarcastically from your lack of a greeting. You sit up excitedly as he pets your head and face lovingly, leaning into his touch desperately from a long day of not seeing him. “Ohhh do you did miss me? If you really missed me you’d show it.”

He sat next to you, his hands cupping underneath the fat of your ass and pulling you on his lap, bouncing you a bit. You gripped his shoulders with your acrylics, the nails digging into his traps. He sighed, as if letting out a long breath of stress that he’d been holding in all day. His large, rough hands smacked your ass once or twice, soft brown eyes watching the ripples against his knees.

“Jus’ so pretty f’me, aren’t you? Yeah? Look atcha droolin’ like a lil dog,” he mused, his other hand wiping off your bottom lip, immediately running that same thumb across his tongue. You watched warily as he called you a dog, knowing your boyfriend was the type of man to make you bark if he so pleased.

Because Yuji was a sweet boy. The sweetest boy you’ve ever met. But in private that man was nasty.

Fortunately he wasn’t in a mood to hear you bark, but he was in a mood to have you on your knees, his cock in your jaws.

“C’mon pretty thing,” his hand grips the plush of your rear “Don’t wanna help me de-stress? You do? Yeah I know girl, c’mon. On your knees… just like that baby.” His hands guide you to your knees, his legs spread with you in between them. You could see it, his rock hard cock pitching a tent in his cargo pants. You knew what he liked, taking his zipper in your teeth skillfully, and undoing his pants with your mouth. As soon as it was undone, you ripped his pants and boxers off in one go, his fat head slapping onto his stomach. He rubbed his thumb over the slit of his angry pink tip, as it throbbed to feel the touch of your mouth.

“Tongue out— yeah that’s a good girl.” He slapped his throbbing head onto your tongue, immediately tangling his hands into your hair, guiding you down his cock. The smell of it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t unnoticeable. He smelled like your tired sweaty boyfriend, hot and bothered and ready to shoot a load down your throat. His hips bucked as his bit his lip, his cock repeatedly bruising the back of your throat.

“Yeahhh… oh fuck-! Yeah that’s- oh fuck that’s how I like it,” he said, his voice hitting a whimper “Yeah? Yeah? Pretty girl please keep fuckin’ swallowing’ my cock like that!”

Your head bobbed, pretty tongue wrapping around his shaft as it moved up and down it, feeling each vein. When your put your hands on it, you felt it twitch, bouncing up and down. Just to tease him, you stroked his cock quickly, just kissing and kitten licking his mushroom head. He loved seeing your plump lips glossed with his pre and your own saliva.

“Baby… keep fuckin’ strokin’ like that and I’m nutting in your mouth,” he begged. His hips started to slam into your palm, your acrylics clicking against each other around his cock. You felt his cock twitch more, and soon his hands grabbed your hair and shoved his cock deep in your throat, cum splattering down your esophagus. It almost made you choke, coughing as you fought to swallow.

“C’mon good sluts swallow,” he said, grabbing your face by your cheeks and squeezing to keep your mouth closed. You nodded, tearing up as you swallowed his cum down. He cooed, bringing you back on his lap.

“I know you just want me to fuck you from behind, don’t you?” He slapped your ass as you sat on his lap. His cock quickly hardened again, pulsating as it sprung up to sit in between your plush asscheeks. “Maybe even in that other hole, huh? Yeah?” he smiled, sucking on his middle and index finger before plunging them into your asshole. The sudden burn almost made you scream, letting out a loud gasp as your nails started to dig into his back. His finger scissored a bit, trying to open your ass up.

“Mmhhh… I think I’m takin’ this one tonight. C’mon, ass up face down. Y’know how I like it,” he grinned. You quickly obeyed, your face and torso on the couch as your ass was in the air, his cock slapping against it. P-tuh! You felt him spit right on your puckering hole, trying to lube it up a bit. Then his fat mushroom tip was throbbing against your asshole, struggling to push in. It made you whine, gripping the blanket on the couch. Finally his fat head pushed in, then the rest of his cock slid in with ease.

It wasn’t the first time you two had done anal, but you knew he only did it when he wanted to hear you cry from pleasure immediately. The stretching of your tight hole never failed to make you whine and whimper, and immediately tighten around his cock. He slid down to the base, balls deep in your ass as he spat on the hole again.

“Gonna start movin’. Is that ight baby? You need any help?” he grinned. You shook your head, and he took that as a signal to immediately start plowing into your ass. His balls slapped against your fat pussy, which was soaking wet from pleasure just from sucking his dick. Over and and over his tip hit something inside you. Some part deep in your ass that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Something only he had the skill and knowledge to hit over and over again.

Balls still slapping against your pussy, now starting to drip with your own arousal. He slipped thick digits into your cunt, scooping up arousal and rubbing it on your asshole. Just from his fingers inside you, you let out a moan that he enjoyed. So he stuck them back in. Three thick fingers, pounding into your cervix. His hand was surely going to bruise your thighs, his thumb rubbing your pulsing clit.

“Babyyyy~ never seen pussy this wet in my life,” he moaned as he slapped his hips into your ass, watching your cheeks jiggle. You moaned back in response, drooling against the couch cushions. It was messy and hot, sloppy fucking between two desperate people.

Too sloppy and too hot, you felt your cunt twitch and your stomach knot up.

“Yuj- yuji baby,” you gasped “I’m gonna cum baby! Please… please!” You were begging… for what exactly? Who knows. Just him. You knew you needed him. His fingers in your cunt and on your clit. His cock inside your ass and his balls slapping your thighs. All the stimulation, plus all the nasty things he was saying to you? You couldn’t hold it in. He chuckled, slapping your ass.

“C’mon then baby, wanna see you squirt like that. Real cute,” he grinned. You nodded, slapping your ass against his cock at a faster, more needy pace. It was almost too much, the knot in your stomach burst as you squirted all over his hands and legs. As you came, he fucked you through your high.

“Baby! Just a bit more,” he said, his hands now gripping your hips and he slammed you into his dick, before hot, thick, creamy ropes filled your ass. His cum filled you up, pouring out as his cock pulled out with a small pop. He jerked the rest of it onto your cheeks, then falling back onto the couch.

“Yeah, c’mere. Bin such a good girl f’me, mhm?” He spoke to your breathlessly, pulling you onto his lap again, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Just such a gooood girl. So pretty too.” He kissed your cheeks and your soft plump lips, covered in saliva and still some of his cum from earlier. He licked across your lips, then placed another kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah I’ll… I’ll get you cleaned up pretty. Don’t worry. Just… yeah. Just lay down on me like that,” he sighed tiredly, remembering how fatigued he was when he came home.

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coming back with another yuji one bc i absolutely love that pinkheaded boy. also!! i changed up my theme. hope u guys enjoy.

[dollifiedkiss]

"HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE?" t. fushiguro & s. kong.

toji fushiguro x bimbo! fem reader x shiu kong.

cw: black coded reader (anyone can read!), threesome (obvi!), double penetration, toji and shiu bullying you, throat fucking, pet names [little girl, sweetheart, sweet girl, babydoll/doll.] degradation, praising, cunnilings, fingering, dumbification, dirty talking. reader being squished together by two big beefy men :o.

note: yeah... this was very much needed. that's all I need to say. wc; 1.5k!

"Fuck, Shiu—smack her awake some more." Toji let out an exasperated sigh, his patience wearing thin. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, you were proving to be quite a challenge for him.

Shiu responded with a disapproving click of his tongue, gently cradling your face in his calloused hands. His touch was unexpectedly comforting, like the embrace of a soft, warm blanket, despite his rough exterior. "Come back down, sweetheart. Yeaaah, that's it. Quit leaving us, hm? Makin' me feel unwanted."

On the surface, Shiu presented himself as a well-mannered individual, but the harsh, cold truth is that he's nothing but a smooth-talking, charmer with a facade of sincerity—using his words to deceive and manipulate. In fact, his true nature seemed to rival, if not surpass, that of Toji's.

"Open back up." Toji's voice was low and raspy, his irritation clear in his tone. His hand wrapped around the base of his flushed cock, patting the fat mushroom tip onto your plump lips, drops of pre-cum trailing down the sides. You barely had time to react, the tip already being shoved into your mouth, and a deep groan elicited from Toji's lips.

"Mmm, c'mon, sweet girl. You can take it deeper, cant ya'?"

Toji's girth was so thick, and the stretch had your jaw aching when he finally bottomed out, your throat constricting around him as you gagged violently. "Aww, you poor thing." He mockingly spat out, his hips retracting back slightly, although seconds later he was back down your throat, hips stilled.

On the other hand, Shiu kept himself busy with your sweet cunt. Tongue hungrily lapping at your folds like a starved man, nimble digits dancing circles around your puffy clit.

"Be polite, Fushiguro. She is our special guest after all, aren’t ya’ doll?"

Toji emitted a frustrated grunt, his eyes narrowing while he focused all of his attention on fucking your warm, wet, mouth full. His hands roughly groping and massaging your breasts, occasionally pinching your swollen nipples.

"I’m not polite to dumb little girls, Shiu."

Shiu chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement, as he listened to Toji’s sharp words. "Ah, I suppose you're right," He replied. A playful grin on his lips while sinking his two middle fingers deep into your cunt.

As your eyes shot open, a muffled moan escaped your lips, and your thighs instinctively twitched, attempting to close. "Keep 'em open, girl. Don't make me upset," Shiu tutted, lightly tapping your inner thigh to emphasize his command.

"Open up f’me, yeah?" Shiu cooed sweetly, his fingers quickening their pace and his thumb stimulating your clit simultaneously.

Toji’s coarse hand wrapped tautly around your throat, his eyes clouded over with lust whenever he felt your throat bulge underneath his palm.

"Shiu." Toji growled out, "Hurry up, will ya’? This girl needs to be filled full."

"Patience Fushiguro, Patience. We’ll be fucking her open sooner than you think." Shiu's voice resonated with firmness, and a soft sigh trailed behind as the words lingered in the air.

Toji made a disapproving sound, a quick ‘tch’ escaping his lips in response to the situation.

"Fuck that. She’s ready now. Right, sweetheart?" With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he flashed a smug grin your way, finally granting you a moment to catch your breath.

"uh— uh huh-!" You sounded absolutely wrecked, so needy and desperate to be fucked.

Toji was pleased by your response. lips curling up into a contented smile, and a soft, gratified hum escaped his throat.

"See that Shiu? Told ya’ are sweet girl was ready."

Amusement danced in Shiu's eyes as he emitted a deep, resonant chuckle, fingers still pumping in and out of your sopping cunt. "Guess she is, huh? Well, alright then."

"Let’s get to work."

—

Toji was laid down on his back, letting out a low, guttural grunt—his abs flexing whenever your drooling cunt contracted around him.

Shiu groaned as he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt. Rough hands grabbing and spreading your ass apart, curious eyes watching your hole pulsate around his cock.

You were stuck between them, right in the middle. Two pairs of muscular arms wrapped firmly around you. There was no escaping them.

"Fuck babydoll, you’re fuckin’ killn’ me." Shiu moaned out, calloused hands holding your hips steady.

"O—Oh! hhhngh—S-Shiu!" your jaw dropped, and your body was already falling limp from the feeling of your holes being stuffed to the brim.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, abruptly bucking his hips upwards into your pussy, causing your body to jolt forward from the suddenness.

"I’m here too, ya’ know? Don’t give that bastard all the attention, little girl."

"I—m, fuck-! I’m s-sorry, Toji! Please just—need more, p—please!" Your desperate plea echoed through the room, your voice trembling as you spoke.

"Yeah? Gonna be good for us ‘n take everything we have ta’ give, sweet thing?"

Your pouty lips squealed out a gentle 'Yes!', Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt completely overwhelmed, the intensity of the stretch becoming almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, baby." Toji’s growl was primal, erupting from deep within his core.

"Look at you. You're really enjoying this, mm? You enjoy havin’ two cocks fuckin’ you?" Shiu couldn't contain his excitement as he enthusiastically joined in, his hips mirroring Toji's movements with uncanny synchronicity.

They worked together flawlessly, their actions flowing in perfect tandem.

"Oh—hnnn! my g-god! s’too—fuck!"

Shiu's hand connected with the globes of your ass, delivering a sharp and swift slap. The force behind the action was evident, revealing his clear annoyance through the sharpness of the gesture.

"God, you’re so damn whiny. All this crying for what, huh? You wanted this, right? Prettily begged us for it ‘n everything, doll. So Take It."

" ‘M s—orry, sorry—!" Amidst your uncontrollable sobs, you struggled to catch your breath, tears streaming down your face—blinking your tear-coated eyelashes, desperately trying to clear your blurred vision.

"Oh, you’re sorry?" A throaty chuckle escaped Toji's lips, and his eyes filled with delight as he gazed at you. His expression was captivating, as his eyes held a hint of mischief, partially veiled by their low-lidded allure.

"You’re pathetic. Such a hopeless little thing. Ain’t she, Shiu?"

Amused chuckles, laden with a hint of mockery, resonated throughout the room as both parties playfully teased you.

"Got that right, Fushiguro. Our poor, stupid, little girl who can’t do anything right. Just look at her."

Listening to the two men talk, you were consumed by an overwhelming sense of bliss. Everything felt too intense, rendering your body temporarily unable to respond except for soft, helpless whimpers escaping your lips.

"See that? Dumb ‘lil self can’t even talk back to us now."

Toji let out a soft, disapproving tsk, his disappointment evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. With a gentle but firm touch, he cupped your cheeks, searching your eyes for a response that you struggled to find.

"Give the poor girl a break, we’re already breaking that empty little head of hers."

Shiu’s voice flowed like sweet honey as he purred down at you, his hands caressing the sides of your waist, pulling you in closer.

"C'mon, sweetheart, fuck back onto my cock." Shiu’s deep groan reverberated through the room as he landed a firm slap on your ass, igniting a tingling sensation that sent shivers through your body.

You mindlessly began moving your hips against Shiu, your hips flush against him, all while bouncing up and down on Toji—chasing after pure euphoria with each roll of your hips.

"Yeah—f-fuck yeah. That’s it, sweetheart, keep doin’ that."

They talked you through it with raspy voices that enveloped your senses, guiding you with every word as blotches of white began to cloud your vision, your surroundings fading into a blur.

"Fuckkkk, she’s tightening up."

Toji's breathy laughter filled the room as his nails dug deep, creating crescent moons on your skin—an electrifying moment of pleasure and pain.

"That’s it babydoll, right there? Ya’ gonna make a mess all over us?" Shiu emitted a low, velvety purr, his eyes fixated on where you two met, his fascination evident in the intensity of his gaze.

"Hhnghh—gonna! ‘m gonna fu—ucking cummmm!"

With a sudden jolt, an electrifying surge ran through your entire being, causing your body to shudder uncontrollably—in that moment, your mind turning into mush.

You felt hands roaming all over your sensitive body—their touch felt like scorching lava, igniting every nerve in your body with an alluring inferno of pleasure. Toji's hands were finding their way up to your throat, giving you a firm squeeze; meanwhile, Shiu’s hands were occupied with your tits, grabbing a handful.

"Come on then, cum for us."

©dollifiedkiss! :3

[getoapologist]

post by @jgnico

[sxgarworld]

Hi could you tag all your fics with just "x reader"? Thanks

I do !! ^_^

[sxgarworld]

“N- no wh- aah- agh…” he whines, grabbing a fistful of your hair desperately. His whimpers fill up the air as he bucks his hips into your face, feeling your tongue and lips against the base of his cock. His hips slam into you over and over again, his rhythm sloppy as he pulls you in closer.

“Please baby… that’s it, that’s it cmon… fuckkk ah- ah- haah! Agh fuckkk.” He lets out his obscenities as he presses his head against the wall. You can see how his sweat is making his hair stick to his face, his eyes rolling back in his head before they shut close. He’s almost crying from the overstimulation. It feels good… too good.

He keeps bucking his hips into you until he finally pulls out, cumming on your face. He looks down at you, red face as he sees your face covered in his seed.

“Fuck… I’m sorry I- I didn’t… god you’re so pretty,” he’s panting “So pretty… god, i love you.” His head falls against the wall as he strokes his hand through your hair, softly rubbing his thumb against your scalp as he mutters sweet nothings that are barely audible.

Choso, 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢, Noritoshi Kamo, Meguru Bachira, Tomura Shigaraki, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢, Gojo Satoru, 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐊𝐮𝐨𝐧

[sxgarworld]

sight for sore eyes - y. itadori

Order contains: In which Yuji is your husband, and he’s a firefighter. He comes home from a long day of work and needily fucks you after missing you for so long.

With a side of: couch sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting, soft dom yuji, cowgirl, breeding kink, biting

He sighs as he comes home from a long day of work, throwing his shoes off as he slinks through the front door. You see him, still slightly dirty with soot or something of the sort on his face and arms. He’s out of uniform, so he’s in a tight, white shirt and cargo pants. Your eyes linger on the way his shirt seems to outline every single muscle and dip and curve in his body, sweaty and clinging on him.

“Missed you, pretty girl,” he smiles brightly, almost seeming to perk up as he looks at you. He goes over and kisses you softly on the top of your head, as your arms find their way around his back. He stands there for a moment, just smelling the scent of your shampoo and conditioner, which has a warm scent like coconut and oatmeal.

“God you smell so good I can’t get enough of you,” he says, kissing down your forehead, to your cheek, and then to your lips. Soon he’s grabbing your wrists, pulling you to the couch as he leans over you and kisses you desperately.

“Someone missed me…” you tease, giggling as he kisses you. He chuckles softly, holding your waist down against the couch. He nods, mumbling about how hard his days are without you. How every time he leaves the house he has to fight the urge to run right back home to you. Especially when his job gets hard, when everything’s tough, all he can think about is coming home to you.

He’s begging now. “Please sweetcheeks, I- I need you so bad. Please, just lemme take you, yea? Here and now?” he begged. You nodded softly, letting him do what he needed to. He slowly sunk to his knees, between your thighs. Your knees draped across his shoulders as he pushed the panties under your dress to the side, his breath hot as he pulled you closer. Now the insides of your thighs were pressed against his ears, as he softly kissed your sloppy pussy.

“Yeah? Haven’t even touched you and you’re so wet…” he noted, his tongue plunging inside of you. The sudden sensation of the muscle inside of your pussy made your spine jolt, causing you to grip the couch cushions. He then started to kiss at your clit, licking it up and down. As he circled your clit with his tongue, he sunk two of his large fingers inside of you. They curled up, trying to hit a spot deep inside of you. His fingers slowly pumped in and out, his tongue switching from licking your precum up and your clit.

Soon he grabbed your thighs, pushing you against the cushions harder as he aggressively lapped at your cunt, your clit pulsating from his tongue. He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he gave you a needy glance. Then he closed his eyes, as he felt you start to jerk. You soon came on his face, squirting slightly as he kept licking you through your high.

“Fuck that’s a good girl, cmon.” He’s struggling, ripping his pants off desperately. His cock practically flings out of his boxers as he pulls them down, precum already dripping from his soft brown head. He whimpered just at the feeling of his dick slapping against his stomach as he sat on the couch. He lifted you up, sitting you on his lap. Your ass softly wrapped around his cock, teasing the fact that if he moved you a bit more, he could shove it in your ass.

“Please I- I need it pumpkin. You gotta let me have it,” he begged, looking up at you as his large hands squeezed your hips. “Please, I’ll make you feel so good, so good, just let me cum inside you? This once?”

The idea made you freeze. Cum inside you? Was he saying he wanted kids? I mean, the two of you had been married for about a year or so now. It wouldn’t be weird if he did want kids. And the idea of him cumming inside of you was just too alluring. You couldn’t turn him down, his desperation and huge cock against your ass were too tempting.

“Yea, yea fine. I’ll let you,” you whispered breathily, adjusting your cunt over his cock. He let out a moan that sounded like he was thanking you. He grabbed your hips, slamming himself into you with little to no warning. The feeling made you grab onto him, nails digging into your back. The pain, the pleasure of that sharp feeling in his back made him let out such gutural, needy whimper that it made the butterflies in your stomach erupt.

“P-please don’t stop… haah~ god you’re so fuckin wet- please!” he whined, panting as he guided you up and down on him, his eyes focused on yours. He leaned into you closely, nipping at your skin. His teeth bit at your collarbone and neck. It was like he was gripping onto you for dear life with his teeth. He pumped into you, until it started to get sloppier and sloppier, his head now pressed against your tits as he let you ride him. You could tell he was tired, his grip on you loosened as he let you take control. But his needy eyes stayed on you, focused on you, belonged to you.

Soon he gave out, cumming inside of you. He kept you down on him, making sure it reached the deepest parts of you, his cock keeping it inside of you. Every last spurt inside your cunt, almost ensuring that you’d be having his baby. It was his last step to tying you down, putting a baby in you. He was yours, and you were his.

“I- fuck…” he mumbled tiredly, pulling you into a hug, “I love ya, pretty girl. Yknow that?”

You knew.

[sxgarworld]

Painter’s Hand

Order Contains: In which Choso Kamo is one of your peers in your college art course. He comes over to study you painting, but it seems his infatuated with more than just your technique.

With a side of: Biting, whimpering, soft!dom needy Choso bc im a slut for whimpering men

Calorie Count: 1.8k words

As you were packing up your supplies, and taking your dried canvas and placing it in its separate bag, you hear thick soles of someone’s shoes walk up behind you. You turn, a little shocked, to see one of your classmates standing there eagerly.

It was your classmate, Choso. You knew him because during critique, he had nothing bad to say about your art. He didn’t say much though, he always looked tired and in his own world. It didn’t help that he always had big, clunky headphones on.

“Choso! Can I help you with something?” you said, scolding yourself silently for sounding so formal. You realized you were nervous, why did he make you nervous?

“Y/N, this might be a weird question but,” he paused, fiddling with his hair that was pulled into a ponytail, “I was wondering if, you know, one day you’d let me see you paint? Just us two? I love your art and I’d love to see your technique,” he asks. His compliments made you go red. Ever since you could remember, you could never take a compliment like a normal person. Quickly, you got giddy and smiled at him.

“Of course! Here, give me your phone number and I’ll text you my dorm number and when I’m free,” you smile, taking out your phone and allowing him to put in his contact. He gently takes the phone, and you can’t help but notice how his slender, long fingers are slightly spotted with blue and white paints. He hands your phone back to you.

“Well, I’ve got another class across campus in thirty minutes. But I’ll see you later?” He asks, hopeful. You nod. He walks out with his painting (which still looked wet) and his bag. His Doc Martens clunk against the ground as he leaves.

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It’s around 8pm, you’re sitting in your dorm room, swiping through textbook pages, careful to not get a paper-cut. You texted Choso a while back, and he said he was coming, but never specified when. After a while you got distracted, forgetting about having a guest, until you heard a knock at your door.

It made you drop your highlighter in shock. You quickly got up to look in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable. No crumbs on your shirt or clumpy mascara. After checking, you went to go see who was at the door. Staring through your peephole, you saw Choso, this time with his hair tied up into two buns on the sides of his head. How cute!

“Chosoooo,” you smiled, opening the door, “come in! I was about to finish that painting from class today.” He nodded, eyes taking in your dorm. You were artsy, and your dorm reflected that strongly. The interior design was so fun to look at.

“Did you decorate yourself?” he asked, running a hand along a velvet blanket thrown neatly on your couch. It was so soft, everything inside the dorm felt so comfortable. Like a home more than just a dorm.

“Oh! Yeah I did, took a little inspiration from people online, though.” You saw as he walked around, like he was lost in admiration. His normally tired eyes were still tired, but less dead. Like a fish!

“It’s beautiful,” he admired, looking directly at you. Again, your face went red from the praise. It was his voice, too, so deep and raspy, throwing around compliments like this. You couldn’t help but react this way.

“Thank you! Do you wanna.. um, come see me paint now? Or like we could do anything to be honest, I don’t mind,” you stammered. Of course he didn’t want to do anything else, why would he? He just came to see you paint, because he liked your technique.

“Oh painting, yeah we could. I’d love to see you in action,” he said, starting to get close to you. An electric shock was sent down your spine. His words were almost hypnotic. You made your way into your bedroom, pulling out your canvas and placing it on your easel, your pallet already full of paint from earlier. It was a little dried out, but it didn’t matter. It was good enough.

You dipped your brush in the red, and lightly swiped it across your canvas. For you, you watered down your paints a bit. It took away the vibrance but it added a very soft, subtle look. The way you blending was a bit odd too, blending with a brush then a bit more with your fingers.

As you painted, you could feel Choso’s breath down your neck. He was standing right behind you, so close. His hands rested on your easel, meaning you were trapped between him and the easel. It almost made you shake a little bit, which he thought was just another part of your technique.

“You’re real good at this, yknow?” he whispered, his words hitting your ear breathily. It made your entire body heat up. His deep voice right into your ear, praising you as you worked. It made you melt against him, back pressed to his chest.

“Don’t shake too much, sugar, I’d hate it if you ruined this pretty painting,” he said, grabbing your shaking hand as you dipped your brush back into your paint. What’d he just call you? Sugar? It was difficult to keep your composure now, with him sweet talking you.

“I’m not gonna ruin it,” you said quietly, almost to yourself. He let out a soft chuckle, his hands now resting on your waist. God you hoped he couldn’t feel how hot and nervous you were. You were glad he definitely couldn’t feel how wet you were.

“I bet you won’t sweetheart,” he said, taking his hand and grabbing your jaw. He softly forced you to look up at him. “You’re just so good at this, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t hold yourself together, it was starting to be too much. Did he come here to watch you work, or did he have ulterior motives? You could tell, his dead eyes were almost cloudy as he looked at you. Clouded with what? Lust? He didn’t break eye contact with you.

You turned, so your chest was facing his chest, and you grabbed the collar of his shirt. For a second you hesitated, wondering if you should question him or not. But something inside of you pressed yourself against him, pulling him closer and softly pressing your lips against his.

“God, I’ve wanted you for months. You’re so reserved, I needed a good reason to finally see you, to have you like this.” His eyes glossed over you, your hot body and your red face. He kissed you again, this time on your neck. You gripped onto his t-shirt, a bit rougher than you expected. He kept planting kisses on your neck and your collar bone, making you shake.

“Please, Choso,” you whined. He didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted. He lifted you up, his arms were so strong, and tossed you onto your bed. He pressed you down into the mattress, crawling on top of you and kissing you more.

“Please what baby?” he teased, knowing exactly what you wanted. You looked at him with pleading eyes as he kissed you over and over again, the kisses starting to become sloppier and wetter. He didn’t even bother to let you finish begging, he couldn’t help himself around you. Slowly he slipped off your jeans, and with it, your panties. For a minute he just sat and kissed you, letting you grind against his strong thighs.

But it was too much for him, he couldn’t just sit and tease you like this for long. He whined, tugging at shirt.

“Nu uh, that’s not fair,” you frowned “All your clothes are still on.” He looked at you with wide eyes, then taking all of his clothes off, kicking his pants off the side of your bed. You couldn’t help but look at him. Underneath his baggy clothes, you thought he’d be skinny and scrawny. He was… glorious. His body was chiseled and defined, which was odd for a fine arts major. You immediately sat on his lap, pulling off your shirt and bra.

He bit at your neck, sucking and leaving the tiniest purple marks up and down the side. He bit down a bit harder than before, leaving a full red circle with indents for each of his teeth in your neck. The sudden pain made you whimper, your nails digging into his back.

“Please, let me—“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence, he was too hot and bothered. His cock pressed against your folds, his angry pink tip leaking precum all over his own thighs. “I need it, I need you s’bad.”

You let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. He took that as a resounding yes. He couldn’t help but push his tip into you, no teasing from his fingers to loosen you up. He let out the most gutural, pathetic moan you’ve ever heard. As he thrust in sloppily, he let out whines and whimpers, as if it were too much for him to handle.

“It- agh-! You’re so tight, baby,” he whimpered, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He suddenly grabbed your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on his cock. You slammed yourself down on it, feeling his tip brush against the entrance to your womb. The feeling made you throw your head back and moan. He let out more pathetic sounds of struggle and pleasure. You could feel him wetting your neck up with… tears?

“It’s too fuckin’ good!” he cried out, fucking you hard. Suddenly he threw you back onto the bed, your head hitting your pillow. He pinned your hands to the headboard. His eyebrows furrowed as he plowed into you desperately, his pace speeding up.

“Choso- haah—“ you panted out, tongue barely escaping your mouth, as his pace suddenly became sloppy. He gripped your hips tighter, pressing bruises into your skin.

“Fuck I’m gonna— I’m— I’m gonna cum!” he said, barely even finishing his sentence before you felt his seed splattering inside your walls, your own juices coating his dick as you finished. He spasmed, leaning his head into the crook of your neck as he let a few last spurts shoot out of his cock. “So- so good baby. You feel so good.” He whimpered out, gulping as he did.

You ran a hand through his hair, almost pulling out another whine from him at the affection caress.

“You’re so pretty baby, such a pretty girl,” he whispered, his hands loosening its grip on your hips, and instead letting his arms wrap around you softly. “Such a pretty girl, yeah? You’re beautiful,” he muttered, kissing along your forehead.

My pretty girl.

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[tojipie]

part 1 of what will hopefully be a series ! enjoy :D

warnings: mentions of violence

prison bf ! toji who beats the shit out of other inmates to have more time on the commissary phone with you, pocketing loose change from his bunkmates to use on your weekly calls.

“this is an automated message from the tokyo prefecture rehabilitative penitentiary, to accept, pres—“

“hey pretty girl.” the bass of his voice sends a tremor up the length of your spine. you can already picture his bulky form leaning up against the brick walls of the prison mess hall.

“hi toji.” you giggle, swinging your legs behind you with glee. “did you get my package?”

“course i got your package.” he laughs, slipping a hand into his pocket to fiddle with the trio of polaroids you’d slipped into the letter. “guards gave me a ton of shit for it though.”

“aww i’m sorry.” you mumble, feeling guilty for the trouble.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby.” he laughs, shifting to looking through the candids you sent of your sweet smile.

“did you end u—”

“wrap it up fushiguro i need to call my fucking lawyer!”

the crunch you hear through the receiver is nothing short of sickening. it’s a while before the older man brings the phone back to his mouth, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“—blood on my fucking hands… hello?”

“i’m here toji.” you say, listening intently to the sound of shrill guard whistles blowing in the background. “do you have to go?”

“you know how it is babydoll.” he says apologetically. you cant help but squeeze your thighs together at how soft he can be with you, even with blood splattered across his knuckles and a room full of men who fear him.

“you’ll visit me this week right?” he asks, wiping his hands on the front of his wifebeater.

“mhm, i’m driving up tomorrow! you want me to bring you anything special?”

“you uhh, still got those chips i like at home?”

“you know i do.”

“that’s my girl.” he laughs, hanging the phone back up on the hook.

[xitadori]

"variety is the spice of life!"

summary: your stoic coworker, kento, intimidates everyone at the office, including you. he's determined to change that, however, when your favorite coffee mug goes missing from the break room.

pairing: coworker!nanami kento x f!reader

tags: office au, coworkers to ?, budding feelings, mention of reader's mom, gojo is a menace

wc: 4k

There are a few personal rules Kento tries to abide by during the workday to keep his sanity.

Never work after hours.

Avoid Satoru Gojo whenever possible.

And last, but most importantly,

3. Coffee.

The company break room feels stale as he walks in, though it's not unusual for the cramped space. It's been untouched for the morning, the motion-activated lights flicking on with his first foot through the door. Kento revels in the quiet. There's a long day of conference calls and urgent-but-not-so-urgent email chains to scour through -- he can already feel the ache throbbing inside his skull at the thought of it all.

Sighing, Kento prepares a pot of coffee with nimble fingers. The warm brew smells heavenly as it begins to drip down into the rounded glass.

Drip, drip, drip.

Whatever benevolent spirit that cursed him into running the stupid rat race has to be smiling upon him at the moment, he's sure of it.

Gurgle, pop, drip.

"Oh, good morning, Kento," a small voice breaks the blanket surrounding the room. He knows it's you without even looking. He'll blame it on your distinct voice, but really, this is all part of a little routine he'd grown a little too reliant on over the past month or so.

Over the gurgle of the machine, Kento listens to you shelf your bag and hang your coat. "Good morning," and when he says your name, it feels a little extra soft, a little too smooth in his mouth. He clears his throat with a minuscule furrow of his brow.

You only hum in response. He's pouring the coffee into the tall silver thermos he carries like a prayer, and with his back turned to you, you allow your gaze to drift over him, a little more freely than you would any other time. Kento's broad shoulders move wonderfully under the crisp button-up. You admire the taper of his cornsilk hair, how neat every strand always sits, perfect and poised just like the man himself.

"Have a good day."

And just like that, Kento, with his sharp features, offers the tiniest smile you'd ever seen before breezing past you, that deliciously robust scent of pure black coffee following him out the door.

He left some in the pot for you, with your signature mug placed directly before the machine.

Some things were unavoidable, as unfortunate as they may be. Kento Nanami is an intelligent man, with too much on his plate and perhaps a little too much patience for his own good. But patience does not equal amusement -- especially not when it comes to a specific coworker.

"And so I said, hey, my name's not on the list, but it can be in your phone," Satoru Gojo chuckles as he tosses a crinkled ball of paper between his hands, ass wedged sturdily against Kento's desk as if it were molded there. His head of white hair stands tall and stark above the partial cubicle walls separating workers. How he never gets in trouble with their boss, Kento never knows -- it's not like he's seen Satoru do much actual work in the time they've both been with the company.

Kento sighs. "So you bothered a hostess at a restaurant you knew you didn't have a reservation at," he pauses his typing to glance at his coworker, a look of disapproval etched into his angular face, "and that's a good thing?"

Satoru rolls his eyes, blowing a raspberry casually. "I didn't bother her. It's called making a move, Nanamin. That's how you get places! You see an opening, and you go for it." He tosses the paper ball extra high and snatches it out of the air with a flourish. "You're so boring, Nanami. Can't get anywhere good if you're staying stagnant!"

"I didn't know you knew that word, Gojo."

"I know a lot of words."

Kento clenches his jaw. Idly, he grasps the thermos beside his keyboard. He stands and heads off toward the break room without another word to the lean man invading his space.

"Alright, catch ya later!" is called after him, but the words slip right off his turned back with ease.

Kento mulls over Satoru's words as his long legs guide him forward. Stagnant. Is that how one would describe him? He didn't exactly live the most exciting life at the moment. Working full time, going back home, relaxing with a book before bed, waking early, repeating it all again. It isn't glamorous by any means, but... that's just being an adult, right?

Well, maybe he could do with a little variety. His life has felt very much the same for the past handful of years, since his college days are behind him and there's less pressure to become a social creature.

Maybe Satoru was right. About this one thing. Not much else.

A couple of workers are busy chatting at a table when he enters. The room isn't what it is at 6:30 every morning -- it's more lively, with different conversations and the smells of lunches and it's all a little much to handle after listening to Satoru blabber on for twenty minutes. A few eyes fall on Kento almost immediately. His footsteps, even and direct, shout a signal even from down the hall. They all quiet themselves as he walks past toward the counters.

Your gaze lumps in with the couple already trained on his form. The air had shifted upon his arrival, falling a little more chilly, but as your eyes meet from behind his glasses, you find yourself wondering why.

Your coworkers begin to bin their meals, slowly picking up where they left off just moments before, but guiding themselves back to the call floor instead. Before long only a few stragglers, save for you and Kento, remain in the white tiled room.

The smell of coffee grounds hits you like a freight train. You sip quietly from your own steaming mug, poised in a shy manner on the far end of the counter line. It's been almost two months since your transfer to this location and you have yet to make many waves when it comes to your colleagues. It doesn't necessarily bother you -- you're not here to make friends anyways -- but the utter clique-iness of these adults does irk your somewhat delicate nerves. Maybe that's why you watch Kento, or, rather, the reaction Kento elicits, with such curiosity.

"Good afternoon," he greets you by name, clearing his throat, and you feel yourself jump the slightest bit. Had he noticed you looking at him? Were you staring?

You nod softly in his direction at your side and take another sip from your mug. "Afternoon, Kento."

He unscrews the cap for his thermos, looking rigid as he stares down into the cylinder. Boring. Stagnant. Kento allows himself to take in your form from his peripheral. You're leaned against the counter, much like Satoru against his desk earlier, but you look... withdrawn, almost lost in your own thoughts. He hasn't seen you interact much with any of your coworkers. Though, he can't decide if you're naturally more reserved, or if there's simply less animated energy when he enters a room in this building.

"How are you liking the new office?" he asks suddenly, surprising the both of you.

It takes you a moment to formulate words. This has already gone off script for your usual limited banter. Was he just being polite? Were you making him feel awkward? Below you, your feet shuffle a bit. "It's decent. Kind of quiet in my corner, which I appreciate."

A tiny smile grows on his face, though neither of you are directly looking at each other. "That's great, I'm glad to hear that." The coffee machine spits out the last few drops and he hastily refills his thermos, leaving enough for you to refill if you needed. "Take care," he says, and with that, returns to his desk before much else could take shape.

Baby steps. At least you didn't shuffle away as soon as he attempted that hackneyed bit of small talk. Kento sighs, though, running a hand over his tired face.

Maybe a little change might do some good in his life.

It seems the universe hates Kento Nanami, moreso than usual. His fingernail taps impatiently against the desk, tick, tick, tick, and it's as if every word that crawls into his ear simply falls out the other side, refusing to stick anywhere useful.

7:42.

He should be pulling into his driveway by now. He should be, by all accounts, stripping down to lounge clothes and settling in for a nice quiet meal. He should be listening to the client sneering his ear off, too, but it seems none of these things are going to happen tonight, for better or worse.

Eventually, the client falls off track and loses steam, bidding Kento goodbye and leaving him alone with a shrill dial tone and a pretty screensaver to stare at while his brain catches up.

What a waste of time. What a horrible way to break one of his cardinal office rules.

Kento sighs, gathering his things. The call floor is completely dead. Computers lay blank, chairs lay empty, and the only sounds surrounding him are that of his own shuffling and, presumably, the janitorial staff starting down the hall. He just wants to get home. The next two days off are almost taunting him as he glides toward the elevator, irritation bouncing him from foot to foot.

"Oh, fuck it all."

He stops.

"This is so ridiculous."

He listens.

"I can't believe... just... c'mon!"

He sighs. He knows that voice, drifting into the slightly darker hall, from a very bright break room. Suddenly, the call of his couch seems a little less important than it had a few moments ago. Kento peeks his head through the open door.

You're sitting on the tile, head in your hands and shoulders slumped in defeat. Every single cabinet lays wide open, their contents pulled out and piled onto countertops and tables and even the floor, surrounding you in a sea of sugar packets and disposable cutlery. If he didn't know better, he'd say a cafe style bomb had gone off.

When he says your name, it drips with cautious concern.

"Oh!" You jump, throwing a frazzled look over your shoulder. Everything feels thick and staticky the instant your gazes lock together. A warm rush of embarrassment pools under your skin, replacing the icy drip of anxiety from just seconds prior. The juxtaposition leaves you feeling prickly.

Kento is quiet for a moment. His eyes scan over the scene behind his glasses. "Is everything alright?" he asks.

No, you want to admit, but instead, you smile and shuffle to your feet as gracefully as you can manage. "Yeah, I'm just-- just looking for something." Your hands shake just the tiniest bit as you work to put everything back in its rightful place. Containers click against each other as they're hastily stacked and shelved. In the blur of embarrassment, you don't notice the man come closer until his shoulder bag is placed on the table, next to his thermos.

"Did you misplace something? I can help you look." His presence behind you feels strong, some stoic aura hard against your back, despite how kind his words come out.

"It's silly. Don't worry about it, Kento." You sigh. "I'll clean this up, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess."

Large, veiny hands are already working to put everything away at your side, starting with the higher cupboards above your heads. He doesn't say much else until you're both finished and the disaster of a room goes back to the boring, stagnant state you meet in every morning. By the end, the tremble has died down, but there's still a strange sense of humiliation melded with a little self-pity heavy in your chest. "Thank you. You didn't have to help, you're already here late," you thread your arms through coat sleeves and watch him duck his head under his bag strap.

"It was no issue, you seemed upset. I'm sorry you've lost something. Maybe it'll turn up soon."

This is the most you've heard his voice in one day. It's smooth, like marble, working against the jagged edges of your mood.

"Yeah, maybe." you reply softly.

Kento glances at the dark hallway while you finish gathering your things. He hopes he's not coming off as impatient. Truthfully, finding you like this was a surprise, but some part of him felt... useful, to assist you like that, even if he didn't know what in the hell you were searching so hard for. Something told him not to press it. "Can I walk you to your car?" he asks suddenly. Gripping your bag, you blink up at him. Of course, you've seen him, you know what he looks like -- yet somehow, now, he seems different. There's a softness around his eyes, around his mouth as he speaks. "It's gotten dark. I'd feel much better knowing you got to your car safely."

"That's very kind. Thank you, Kento."

"Of course. Whenever you're ready."

True to his word, the parking lot is caked in darkness when you both wander outside of the officeplex. Tall overhead lights spit out cones of harsh light over the pavement. It's a strange familiarity to the early mornings he arrives, when the sky is still dim and the birds are still waking themselves. Kento scans the lot for whichever vehicle might belong to you out of the very few that remain.

"It's this one, there," you say quietly, leading him off to the side and several lanes away.

He dutifully follows and stops just before the sidewalk dips down into the inky blacktop. Suddenly, something strikes him, a memory breaking into his thoughts like a desperate raccoon. "What is it that was lost?" Kento asks, his voice a tad louder than he intended with the both of you so isolated. Your hand pauses it's grip on the door handle and you're caught staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

"My mug." you admit. "My mom gave it to me."

He closes his mouth into a thin line. It must mean a lot to you, with the way you were acting. He hums and nods once stiffly. "Drive safely. Have a good weekend," Kento says, somewhat awkwardly, before turning to head to his own car a row behind yours.

Even in the darkness, you watch him go. "Thanks again, Kento. Goodnight."

He looks at you once more, paused at his driver's side door. "Goodnight."

So, maybe bending his own rules is okay, on occasion. Sure, he's at work even earlier than normal, and on a Monday no less, but he's not actually working, so it doesn't really count.

Kento walks briskly down the flat, dotted carpet of the call floor. He scans over desks as he passes, noting only anecdotally how messy some of his coworkers are, and sighs to himself. What is he doing? Looking for a silly little homemade mug at 5 am?

Maybe Satoru infected him with something, being so close the week before.

Light begins to pool across the floor, bleeding in from long windows spanning the far wall. He's already searched their particular hall a few times to no avail. Kento doesn't necessarily want to dig through people's work stations without proper suspicion, but at this point, even he's become a little bothered by the utter disappearance. It's not special to him like it seems to be to you -- but it couldn't simply have gotten up and walked away. What if someone broke it and threw it away without saying anything? You'd be devastated, if your stressed expression had anything to say last Friday.

Kento grumbles to himself at the end of the final pass. No white mug with scribbled little hearts.

On the way to the break room, he considers buying you a replacement. Would that be strange? Would you appreciate the idea, or think him dismissive for it?

The blonde is too caught in his thoughts to notice someone tailing him.

"Hey-- Hey! Damn, you walk fast."

Kento's blood runs cold as soon as a hand grasps onto his forearm. A cheshire grin greets him as soon as he whips himself around and claims his arm as his own again. Satoru, looking like the cat that caught the canary, beams a pearly smile, ever unaffected by Kento's disinterest in him. The confidence radiating from this man is irritating so early in the morning.

"Why are you here so early?" Kento asks flatly, not stopping his stride. Satoru jogs just a little to match his pace.

"I could ask you the same thing! You should use this time more wisely, like hitting the gym or something, not stalking around looking through people's stuff!" The sly man tips a brow. "Never took you as the nosy one between us, Nanamin."

Kento clenches his jaw and turns a corner. "I'm not being nosy. I'm looking for something that's been lost."

At this, Satoru makes a sound similar to a raowing cat, strangely amused. Kento internally groans. He's up to something.

"Did she ask you to look, or are you looking on your own?"

He stops. Satoru stops a few steps ahead.

"What?"

The white haired man smiles, mischief alight in his eerily blue eyes. He says your name so casually, as if you're a daily topic of discussion, before continuing, "you don't talk to anybody else here, besides her and I. I'll never catch you dead at a nightclub or anywhere else fun, so, hey! I gave you an opening."

Anger bubbles up in Kento's throat. If he had seen how close to tears you were a few nights ago, he wouldn't be smiling so smugly right now. And if Kento didn't want to deal with the nightmare that would be HR, he would throttle his little frenemy, looking all too pleased with himself. Instead of saying what he really wanted, Kento grumbles stiffly instead.

"Where is it?"

"In my bag--"

"Give it to me."

"Woah now, eager, aren't we? So I was right? You do like her!"

Kento pinches his bridge. How juvenile. How... strange, someone as self-centered as Satoru noticed the minuscule interactions between you both. "It was wrong of you to take it, especially for such a stupid reason. She was really upset about it. Give it to me before you break it."

Satoru mumbles something about being right under his breath before producing the ceramic like a delicate crown in his hands.

Kento takes it and continues his trek, his throat feeling a little tighter than before. He runs his gaze over the mug. It could do with a thorough cleaning after being in Satoru's possession for a few days. Down the hall where he left him, Satoru yelps out, "variety is the spice of life!" as if he's supposed to know what he means by it.

That morning, you don't join him in the break room. Kento stares into his thermos. Your bag isn't where it usually sits, and your designated hook on the wall lays empty. Did you even come in today? He feels his chest squeeze. Maybe this meant more to you than he could realize. Next to the gurgling machine, your mug lays in shining condition, the messy cursive now legible after he spent so long running nimble fingers over the glazed surface. Your name, with a hasty little good luck! tacked on underneath, surrounded by hearts.

Kento leaves the break room with both of his hands full.

A fireworks display stares at you in the form of a generic screensaver. You've been on the clock for a good while, yet, your keyboard sits cold. How silly, being so upset over something like this, at your age. Moving away to the big city, taking a leap with your career, but leaving your family behind... it's just part of being an adult, right? An uncomfortable itchy lump catches in your throat that you try to swallow away. You need some water. You need something.

"Good morning," at the sound of your name, the first thought is that you're being scolded for simply sitting on the clock -- but then it hits you, who exactly that voice belongs to. Over your shoulder, you turn to see familiar blonde hair, and those broad shoulders from before. Kento stands straight as a board. He's looking down at your bag, propped against the desk leg. He clears his throat.

"I wasn't sure how you take your coffee, so I put a little cream and sugar. I hope it tastes alright."

You find yourself gaping, a fish out of water. A hurricane lets loose in your stomach at the sight of his outstretched arm, offering you a shining gem. Steam rises easily out of the white ceramic. The smell is heavenly and you're not sure if it's from the coffee alone anymore.

"How did you..." you start, but shut yourself off before your voice can waver any more. You take the mug with care and caution and stare into the creamy tan liquid like a kid on Christmas. Kento watches your face morph from apathy to wonder as you take in the situation. You don't even take a sip, but place it on your desk and stare at it for a moment in silence.

"If you don't like it, I can make more." he says, the usual smooth tone escaping him in favor of something akin to nervousness. Maybe what he thought would be a kind favor came across as something... creepy? His jaw works against itself as he considers an exit route.

"Kento, this is... thank you so much." The chair beneath you creaks with how fast you stand and tuck yourself into his torso -- your arms wrap around him, your face smooshes unceremoniously against his firm chest. The force of your hug is enough to make you both loose footing in surprise.

Kento's body completely ignites at once. From head to toe, he's burning up, an unfamiliar swirl and flutter dancing under every inch of skin. "I know it seems silly, but... this means a lot to me. Thank you so much. You're so kind." you mutter into his shirt.

Slow to the catch, Kento lays his unoccupied hand over your back. By the way you fist the cotton between you both, he can tell you needed this -- at least, something like this, some sort of emotional relief. The turmoil wreaking havoc in his stomach pushes him to rub small circles where he dares to hold you further against him. "Of course," he clears his throat and dares to glance around, wondering if anyone had noticed, "I didn't like how upset you were. I... found it, this morning."

You peel yourself away, only partially, to look up at his face that now has a healthy glow to it. "Sorry," and you break yourself away, despite how warm he feels in your personal bubble, "that was kind of uncalled for."

"It's alright, I don't mind."

He smiles. More than the microexpressions you've previously been gifted with under the guise of general manners, his smile feels purposeful and genuine as it stretches across his angular face. And you smile back.

"Would you mind walking me to my car again tonight?"

Kento clears his throat in an attempt to kill these strange insects tickling his chest.

"It would be my pleasure."

Against the quiet monotony of the call floor, a pair of ocean eyes watches you with far too much interest. The owner leans himself against one of the cubicle walls, resting his cheek against folded hands, and utters an almost dreamy sigh. "They grow up so fast." Satoru fake sniffles.