#jjk selfship

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local loser indulges in jjk self insert oc fanart…

[tinibun]

1am habits

pairing drunk!gojo x fem!reader

desc 18+ ⸝⸝ after-party au it's past midnight, your phone lights up once, and you tell yourself it's nothing. but gojo satoru has never been good at taking silence as an answer. when you open the door, he's already there — drunk, crooked, leaning on the frame like he belongs.

a/n meow i love gojo. i need him so bad restrain me pls ♡. also two fics n one day bc i have no life and am bored.

wc 2309

the text comes in at 1:07am.

you up

no punctuation. no follow-up. just his name lighting up your screen like a bad idea you already regret. you don't answer. you flip your phone face down and tell yourself you're going back to sleep. there's a knock at your door ten minutes later. uneven. a little too loud, then too soft. like he misjudged the distance.

you open it before you can stop yourself.

he's there. shirt crooked, one sleeve bunched up by his elbow, hair a complete mess like he's been raking his hands through it all night. he's leaning on your doorframe like it's the only thing keeping him vertical.

his eyes blink a little too slowly when they land on you. then he smiles.

"hey," he says, dragging the word out. "see... see, i knew you were awake. you always pretend you're asleep, but you never are."

"gojo," you say flatly. "you're drunk."

"kinda," he mutters, swaying as he tries to stand up straighter. he misses, shoulder bumping the frame. he laughs at himself, breath warm and sweet with alcohol. "floor's movin'. swear t'god it started first."

"you need to go home."

he squints at you like he's focusing really hard. "i am home. well. not—" he waves vaguely behind him, then looks back at you, grin crooked. "jus’ wanted t’see your face. n’ maybe your thighs."

"you're not coming in."

he takes a step forward anyway and almost falls. you grab his arm on instinct, and he immediately takes advantage of it, stumbling into you instead of past you. his arms slide around your waist, loose but heavy, weight settling against you like he belongs there. his forehead drops to your shoulder.

"mm. hi," he murmurs. "you smell nice. didya always smell like that, or is m'brain makin' things up."

"let go," you say, even though you haven't pushed him away yet.

he tightens his hold just a little, chin lifting so he can look at you. his words blur together now, slow and sticky.

"c'monnn," he whines softly. "lemme in. i'll be good. i swear. i'll jus' sit there. maybe breathe. maybe— maybe not even touch. promise. probably."

"that is not convincing."

he smiles, lazy and unfocused. "you always say that. an' you opened the door anyway. kinda feels like you like when i show up like this."

"you're drunk and inappropriate."

"yeah," he agrees easily. "but m'honest. booze does that. makes it real hard not t'say stuff."

his thumbs press into your sides, slow and absent-minded. his voice drops, softer, words slurring together.

"i bet you think about me when you're bored," he murmurs. "late at night. when it's quiet. when you're starin' at your phone hopin' i text first so you don't gotta."

your breath catches.

he feels it and smiles into your shoulder. "see. told ya."

"gojo."

"mm?" he hums, leaning closer, nose brushing your temple. "say it again. like that. sounds real nice when you're annoyed."

"you are not staying."

he laughs quietly, breath warm against your skin. "yeah. okay. sure. jus' five minutes. then i'll go. but if you kick me out now, i'm gonna spend the whole walk home thinkin' about what you'd look like if you didn't."

that does it. the door shuts behind you with a soft click.

and he is absolutely not going to be good.

you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling, that slow, lazy victory of a man who knows he's won before the game has even properly started. his weight shifts against you, becoming less of a lean and more of a deliberate press, pinning you between his body and the solid wood of the door.

"see?" he murmurs, the words a low vibration against your temple. "toldja you'd let me in."

you don't answer. words feel useless, like they've already been used up and all that's left is this. this humming space between his body and yours. his hands, which had been resting loosely on your waist, begin to move. it's a slow, exploratory drag of his thumbs over the fabric of your shirt, tracing the curve of your ribs, a touch that's both proprietary and impossibly gentle for a man this drunk.

"...gojo," you say again, and this time it's not a warning. it's just a name. a surrender.

he makes a soft, pleased sound in his throat, a hum of approval. "yeah. just like that." he pulls back just enough to look at you, and the drunken haze in his eyes hasn't cleared, but it's sharpened with focus. all of it is on you. he lifts one hand, his fingers clumsy as they push a stray strand of hair back from your face. his knuckles graze your cheek, and the touch is so unexpectedly tender it makes your chest ache.

"y'know," he says, his voice dropping to that slurred, confidential whisper that's already undone you once tonight, "how i was thinkin'… on the way here. 'bout your pretty thighs." his eyes drop, tracing the path his hand had just imagined. "was thinkin' 'bout how they'd feel wrapped around me. wasn't even bein' a perv. just… curious."

his honesty is a weapon. you know it. he knows it. but it doesn't make the heat that pools in your stomach any less real. he sees the shift in your eyes, the way your lips part slightly. he sees everything.

"can I?" he asks, and it's the first time he's asked for anything. his hand hovers over the hem of your shirt, his fingers twitching with the effort of not touching. "just wanna feel."

you nod. a short, sharp jerk of your chin.

his hand slides under your shirt, his palm warm and calloused against the bare skin of your stomach. you suck in a breath, and he follows the sound, leaning in to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. it's a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tasting of whiskey and something sweet, something uniquely him.

his other hand joins the first, both of them roaming your back, your sides, mapping out the terrain he's only ever seen in his head. he walks you backward, his movements clumsy but determined, until your legs hit the edge of your sofa. he follows you down, settling his weight over you.

"you smell even better up close," he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he inhales deeply, a sound of pure satisfaction. his teeth scrape over your pulse point, and you arch against him, a silent plea for more. he gets the message. his mouth is hot on your skin, a trail of wet, open kisses from your collarbone to your ear.

"fuck gojo," you breathe, your hands tangling in the messy silk of his hair. it's softer than it looks.

"say it again," he demands, his voice muffled by your skin. "wanna hear it when i'm makin' you feel good."

he pulls your shirt up, and you lift your arms to help him, the fabric disappearing into the darkness of your living room. his eyes, when they find yours again, are dark with intent, but still so bright. he dips his head, his tongue tracing the curve of your breast before his lips close around a nipple. the jolt that goes through you is electric, sharp and immediate. he sucks, hard, a wet, obscene sound in the quiet room, and you cry out, your back bowing off the couch.

"fuck," he groans, lifting his head. "knew they'd be perfect." he gives the other one the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, his tongue swirling until you're writhing beneath him, a mess of need and frustration.

he works his way down your body, his mouth never leaving your skin. he kisses your stomach, your hips, the soft skin of your inner thighs. he's on his knees on the floor now, looking up at you from between your legs, his hair a wild halo around his face, his pupils blown wide.

"been thinkin' about this," he says, his voice rough. "right here." he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts and pulls them down, slow, deliberate. his eyes never leave yours. he tosses them aside, and then he just looks. For a long moment, he just stares, his gaze so intense it feels like a physical touch.

you curse under your breath, a plea and a warning all at once.

"shh," he says, leaning in. "i got you." and then his mouth is on you, hot and wet and utterly shameless. he licks into you with a desperate, hungry intensity, his tongue finding your clit and circling it with a pressure that makes your vision blur. your hands fly to his hair, holding him to you, and he groans against you, the vibration sending a shockwave straight through your core.

"fuck—" you gasp, your hips bucking against his face. "gojo—"

he just hums, a sound of smug satisfaction, and doubles down. he's messy, sloppy, drooling a little as he eats you out like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to do. his tongue is everywhere, flattening against you, then pointed and probing, dipping inside to taste before returning to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves. the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, a hot, frantic knot of pleasure that's about to snap.

"that's it," he slurs, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin slick and shining. "c'mon. wanna feel it. wanna taste you cumin' on my tongue."

he slides a finger into you, then another, and the stretch is perfect. he curls them just so, finding that spot that makes you see stars, and his mouth returns to your clit, sucking hard. that's all it takes. the world whites out, a muffled scream into your hands as your orgasm crashes through you. your whole body trembles, shaking apart under his hands and mouth, and he doesn't stop, working you through it until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess.

he finally pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he looks wrecked. his hair is sticking to his damp forehead, his lips are swollen and red, and his eyes are heavy with a need so potent it makes your breath catch. he stands up, his movements still a little unsteady, and fumbles with the button on his jeans.

"can't," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "can't wait."

he shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself, and your eyes widen. he's hard, leaking at the tip, and he wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking once, twice. he leans over you, bracing one hand on the back of the couch beside your head. his other hand guides himself to your entrance, running the head through your wetness.

"look at me," he says, and it's not a request. you force your eyes open, meeting his gaze. "wanted this. wanted you. for so long."

he pushes inside in one slow, deep stroke that steals the air from your lungs. he's big, and the stretch burns in the best way. he pauses, buried to the hilt, his forehead dropping to yours. his breath is ragged, warm and smelling of you and alcohol.

"fuck baby," he whispers, his voice cracking. "you feel... so much better than i imagined."

you can't speak. you just wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, a silent invitation for more. he takes it. he starts to move, his rhythm uneven at first, still clumsy with drink and desperation. but it doesn't matter. every drag of his cock against your walls is perfect. he's hitting that spot with every thrust, a deep, grinding pressure that builds the pleasure all over again.

"you're so wet," he groans, his words muffled against your neck. "so fuckin' tight. takin' me so good."

his hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. he rubs messy, uncoordinated circles, but it's enough. the stimulation is almost too much, a sharp, bright edge to the deep, rolling pleasure of his thrusts. you're close again, embarrassingly fast.

"i knew it," he pants, his hips snapping faster now, losing all pretense of control. "knew you'd be like this. knew you'd fall apart for me."

"shut up," you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders.

he laughs, a breathless, broken sound. "make me."

he kisses you then, a messy, dominating kiss that's all teeth and tongue. he swallows your moans as your second orgasm builds, higher and hotter than the first. his thumb presses harder, his thrusts become erratic, and you shatter, clamping down around him as you come with a cry that's half his name, half a sob.

"shit—" he chokes out. "i'm... fuck."

he buries himself deep one last time, his whole body going rigid as he spills into you. you feel the pulse of it, the warmth of him, and he collapses on top of you, his full weight pinning you to the couch. you're both breathing hard, the only sound in the room the frantic beat of your hearts.

for a long moment, you just lie there, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction. his face is still buried in your neck, his breathing slowly evening out. you think he might have fallen asleep.

then he shifts, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes are heavy-lidded, the drunkenness softened by something else. something warm. something that looks terrifyingly like contentment.

"hey," he whispers, his voice raw.

"hey," you whisper back.

he smiles, a slow, lazy, genuine thing that doesn't look like it's for anyone but you. "toldya i'd be good."

you can't help it. you laugh. a real, honest-to-god laugh. "you are absolutely not good."

"yeah," he agrees, his smile widening as he drops his head back onto your chest. "but m'honest."

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[phosphorusrage]

₊˚⊹♡ Feed the Flowers ❀˖°

₊˚⊹♡ Maki Zenin ❀˖°

character(s): maki zenin x fem!mc heavily self insert coded because cringe is dead

summary: the night before the wedding brings forth new confessions and regrets, a final laying of cards on the table… and most importantly of all, a promise.

contains/tw: fluff, angst & smut all rolled into one, oral (mc!receiving), maki is aged to be in her 20s, suggestive dialogue, mentions of sexual assault and past traumas, smut but as a form of healing, shady asf wealthy zenins (bc when are they not shady), established enemies to lovers but in the lovers stage, implications of arranged marriage, obviously heavily selfship coded, mentions of the shibuya incident, mc very experienced with reversed cursed technique… please let me know if there’s anything i may have missed!!

WC: 5.7k

a/n: AAAAHHHHHHH eliza is back with her first piece of writing in 5 million years!! 😭 and of course it’s highly personal and selfship coded so i’m lowkey crapping myself 😭 ANYWAYS- hopefully i still know how to do this! 🥹

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I don’t think things fully hit until the night before. Months spent with the same person underneath the same roof in a fully funded and furnished townhouse by Maki’s estranged family, yet still somehow never estranged enough. No, I don’t think it had hit that soon I would share the last name of the people who had killed so much and hurt so many. That was until I stepped out onto the back deck in the late hours of the night and saw the flowers that lined the stone railing- flowers that almost looked like a sea of blood. Bright red carnations standing out amongst a dark backdrop overlooking the botanical gardens. It should’ve been so much brighter in the summer. I don’t think anything owned by the Zenins could’ve been considered bright though.

“Geez, those for me or you?” Maki cleared her throat from behind me causing me to glance over my shoulder as she emerged from the sliding glass door.

“Both of us, I think.” I murmured, letting my fingers run along the soft ruffled petals, for a moment almost expecting to pull my hand away and see traces of blood coating my skin, like I really had been playing with a wound after all. “I still can’t help but feel like it seems rather… pointed.”

“How come? Not that I would ever question my family being pointed but-“ She managed a weak and airy laugh, briefly gluing her eyes towards the floor as she shuffled over towards me. And I wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light or what… but Maki almost seemed to appear- somewhat shy, smaller, drawn into herself. Everything that it just wasn’t like her to be.

“‘My heart aches for you.’” I quoted with a hint of dramatization as I tilted the flower her way and carefully brushed it along her chest as if creating some pathway to her heart. “Admiration, fascination, love… though maybe that last part’s pretty obvious.”

She hummed a bit to herself, trailing a finger along the stem of the flower until she reached my fingers, “You know, I- I don’t remember a ton from whenever I was recovering after Shibuya but… this just made something come back to me.” Her fingers slipped around my wrist causing me to tense up for the briefest moment before I could feel her delicately tugging me closer, “Someone came into my room at some point, you know, before I was completely awake… and they just put their hand right here-“ She described just as she guided my hand to press against her chest. “And I swear it just felt like so much of the lingering pain just melted away.”

I could feel the slightest tremble creeping into my hand, and on instinct I nearly felt myself trying to pull it away until she let her own clasp over top of it as if to lock it into place. “Maki, I-”

“You left me one of these, didn’t you?” She held up the carnation I had previously been messing with as she lifted an eyebrow in response. I only responded by moving closer towards her, wanting to burrow my face into her shirt and hide until I didn’t have to think about it anymore. The thing about Maki though was that she didn’t always let me hide. She wanted to have the intense and painful discussions that I was too afraid of. Even if it was just with her. Hell, especially if it was just with her. “You saved me… I treated you like shit whenever you were just a kid and- you still saved me and then kept it hidden for almost a decade, why?”

My eyes burned with tears as my vision seemed to blur, the smallest tremble creeping back into my lower lip, and I almost half expected her to start berating me senseless just like she had every time I let my dreaded sensitivity get a hold of me in high school. To be fair though- I had cried a lot. I was their fragile little healer that they had to protect at all costs, and now I wasn’t even sure if I could do that anymore. I wasn’t sure what I could do anymore. For all intents and purposes I had just simply… stopped. Dropped all forms of sorcery and retreated into myself like a shell.

“Because I just didn’t want to lose anybody else.” I murmured the moment I felt like I could speak without breaking down again. It was then I had noticed the fact that her hand had moved from mine and was instead sitting comfortably around my waist, right at the dip of my lower back where we were only a couple centimeters apart. Carefully I let my finger trace along the border of the scarred skin across her chest, jagged and almost shaped like lightning strikes. I couldn’t heal everything, the scars would likely be permanent with a fair bit of nerve damage too. But it was far less than what it could’ve been. “And I wanted to do something good for once, something besides just… running, you know? I should’ve been there, I could’ve helped… maybe more people would have made it-”

“Shhh… no, baby, so many people’s injuries were so severe you would’ve burnt yourself out on the first go.” Her hands came upwards to rest on my cheeks, thumbs brushing underneath my eyes to catch the tears before they could even start their descent.

God, I’m such a crybaby. A continuous mess with a continuous headache that never seemed to get better. She still wasn’t berating me though. She still wasn’t making fun of me. Still wasn’t calling me every variation of ‘pathetic’ she could possibly think of like she had done before. I almost wished she would. Because that way it wouldn’t be so scary if things changed.

“You’re still not used to me calling you that, are you?” She murmured, hands slipping from my cheeks and gently dragging down the sides of my body. God I never could’ve imagined that she’d feel so warm. For the longest time I almost wondered if she truthfully didn’t have a heart in there, thought that maybe it was encased in several layers of thick ice, frozen over more and more over the years. The moment I laid my head against her chest for the first time I half expected myself to freeze too. She wasn’t cold though, she was soft, she was warm, her touch was the most gentle thing I could’ve ever expected from anything.

“I’m still not really used to you being super soft at all actually.” I murmured, trying to cover up the probably decently harsh comment with a tiny smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. And one that Maki wasn’t buying either.

“Listen, if- if you don’t want this anymore or you changed your mind then-” She paused for a brief moment with her hands gently sliding around my waist to spread out on my back. It still felt like part of her was holding me at an arms length though, a subtle way of backing away, slowly raising a few of her shields without being too cold. She was scared too.

“Maki, no.” I shook my head with a softening expression, carefully pressing my hand back to the side of her chest while the other drifted upwards to rest against her cheek. “I- I haven’t changed my mind, I still want this. I really… really want this I just-“ My throat bobbed as I gulped a heavy lump down my throat, not wanting to say the words out loud. I didn’t even know if I should, what good it would do if any good at all.

“Just what?” She exclaimed with exasperation, eyes still soft but seemed like they were filled with so much more at the same time. She looked like she had been stung, and if I didn’t know any better I almost could’ve sworn I saw them growing glassy. I couldn’t recall if she had ever cried, for the longest time I was almost starting to think she wasn’t capable of it. Even whenever she had thought she lost Mai and seemed to fade into a shell of herself, I still hadn’t seen her shed a single tear. I, on the other hand, was filled with an exorbitant amount.

“Because what if you change your mind, Maki?! What if you marry me and then eventually you get bored or I do something to piss you off and you decide you hate me again?! What if I make you lose your patience?! What if you figure out every single one of my little quirks and you decide that you don’t want me anymore?! I’m so easy to fall out of love with the second you get too fucking close b-but I can’t go through that again, Maki, I just-”

“Then damn it, let me be the one who stays!” The force behind the words were enough to make me flinch even though I wasn’t scared of her. It was never her that I was afraid of. I was afraid of myself, afraid of sabotaging everything I had grown to be so comfortable with. It would be me to fuck things up after all. It was always me. I was always the problem with deep set insecurities that refused to actually let herself be loved. “Let me be the one who stays, baby.” Her voice cracked just as my breath hitched in my throat the moment her hands took mine back into her grip, tight enough to where I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to.

“For fuck‘s sake how do you not see what you do to me?” Her voice was barely over a whisper, her breath a shaking mess while she fought like hell with her own strength just to be gentle. God, just let me be gentle for once.

A sob broke through my words as I finally started letting myself draw closer towards her once more. Finally trying to keep myself from running, “Maki I-”

“You gave me my heart back, you realize that, right?” She interrupted without a moment of hesitation, and my eyebrows furrowed together in almost disbelief as her hands carefully unfolded my own to press my palm right to the center of her chest. “I-I thought my family just ripped it straight out of me but- you gave it back!”

Her sobs sounded so foreign to me, so out of place even as the years of trauma seemed to be hitting her all at once. Trauma that she had never once actually seemed to let herself cry about. To let herself feel anything.

“Look, i-if you don’t want this or you don’t want me then that’s fine but don’t… don’t walk away from this just because you’re scared.” She shook her head, slowly letting her hand uncurl from around my wrist as if a subtle indication of letting go. An attempt to silence her tears before she could even let herself be heard. “A-And I know I fucked up with you, god, I did s-so much wrong and-” The words quickly halted on her lips and died in my mouth the moment I pressed mine to hers. The taste of her salty tears still lingered as I lifted myself onto my tiptoes in a futile attempt to meet her height.

I could feel her breath from a heavy sigh that she finally released from her lungs as her arms caught me around the waist just in time to feel the softest moan sounding from inside her mouth. She still tasted like the whiskey she always swore she wasn’t getting addicted to every time she would stare downcast into a glass of the amber liquid. I had never cared for the liquor before, but on her lips it was the sweetest thing I could’ve ever consumed.

“I want this.” The words barely came out as more than a gasp of air against her mouth, my own hands trailing up towards her shoulders until I grasped ahold of her cheeks. Her cool fingertips ever-so-slightly found their way underneath the fabric of my sleep shirt practically causing me to shiver. “I-I want you.”

“You promise? Y-You have to promise me.” The words almost sounded like a plea before blending into my lips again, her voice dying in my mouth just in time for her to close the distance between the two of our bodies entirely.

“I promise… I promise.” The words almost sounded like a mantra, a desperate cacophony of whimpers and moans while our lips only continued to lock together as if they were permanently bound. And it felt like that in a way. The only pair of lips that I would ever know to this extent & would ever love in this way.

A gasp hitched in my throat the moment I felt my feet leaving the ground, her powerful hands curling underneath my thighs to hoist my legs around her waist. The strength yet gentleness behind her touch was nearly enough to make me whimper, my hands shaking as I clutched onto her shoulders and felt the tiniest ache blooming in between my legs. “Do you trust me, baby girl?” She spoke in between the sounds of our heavy breaths and lips moving together in sync.

“With my life.” I voiced without even a moment of hesitation causing the smallest little smile to tug on the corners of her lips.

“Good.” She spoke through a smirk as I grabbed a fistful of the red flowers with a small squeal before she could swiftly whisk me away inside. “You’re gonna turn our bed into a mess of petals.” She teased ever so slightly just before I could feel my back hit the mattress below.

“Say that again.” I prompted, the shadow of her body crawling over mine just in time to lodge another sharp gasp in my throat as her fingers intertwined with mine to pin my hand to the sheets.

“Our bed? Is that what you want me to say again? Our bed?” She repeated, each syllable sounding more satisfying than the last causing me to hum in delight just before her lips could find mine once more. Her hips felt like they slid in between my thighs so easily, a perfect fit that caused me to shiver at the slightest twinge of friction.

I squeezed her hand for dear life the moment I felt her tongue running along my bottom lip as if begging for entrance, the vibration of a moan from her own mouth seeming to roll through my entire body. The rate of my heart only quickened to a swift gallop in my chest, losing track of my breaths as it became an impossible task just to keep up. The sharpest gasp fell from my lips though the moment I felt her soft lips brushing along my jawline to make a beeline for my neck. “You haven’t let me go down on you yet… why is that?”

I tried not to crumble the moment I felt her lips grazing against my pulse point, hips bucking upwards for the thousandth time as I caught my hands darting for her arms, “I just need you up here… I-I’d feel better if you were up here- M-Maki-“ An anxious tremble seemed to come over me as my arms tightened around her body the moment I felt her lips dip the slightest bit lower towards my collarbone, frustrating tears burning my vision as I burrowed my face into the crook of her neck.

“Shhh… breathe for me, sweetheart. I’m stopping, okay?” Her voice was soothing as she brought her lips back towards the shell of my ear instead, anxious trembles soon being replaced by delicate shivers. “You know I would never touch you without your explicit consent, right?”

A rough lump seemed to form in my throat as I let my hands curl around her biceps. Of course I knew that. Of course I knew she’d never do anything like that. She was barely able to live with herself even after the many times she had made me flinch through no fault of her own. Just unmanageable amount of trauma and anxiety. My brain just kept telling me other tall tales.

“Baby… you know that, right?”

“I-I do. I just-”

“Just what, for god’s sake I need you to talk to me!”

“I am talking to you, Maki, o-or at least I’m trying…”

Maki’s expression softened with a shake of her head, “I know,” She murmured, sounding like it was more so for herself than anyone else has she pressed her forehead to mine, “I’m trying too, baby.” Her fingers interlaced through mine, calloused and rough while feeling like they were completely overtaking my own as she pulled my hand back towards her heart. The smallest gasp always hitching in my throat the moment I felt the scarred skin underneath.

My fingertips continued tracing out the same lightning shaped scars that I had earlier while she hummed in response and let her other hand snake around my shoulders to pull me in closer. The warmth of her body feeling like a soft blanket being draped over my shoulders, “I know… I know that you’ve been through more than I know about, and some probably that I won’t ever know about. And it isn’t fair of me to just demand that information from you whenever-”

“I-I was sexually assaulted… by a curse- i-in the middle of Shibuya.” I spit the words out like I was ripping off a bandaid. A thick bandaid that tore off layers of skin and cut into the muscle below. Words I had only spoke to a handful of people, Nobara, Shoko, Utahime, Yuki in the sense that she had been the one to pull me from the wreckage of my own destruction. And even then I had barely even had to speak the words before everyone seemed to catch right on to the mess that had been made of me. I watched Maki’s eyes grow wide as if in horror, the tiniest tremble creeping back over my body as my eyes started to burn with the same heavy emotions from earlier. “I’ve… I don’t think I’ve ever said those words before. S-Sorry, I- I probably just supremely ruined this I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I let out an ugly sniffle as I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes and shoved myself up to a sitting position.

“No- No, baby, y-you didn’t ruin anything.” She refused to let go of me as she only let herself follow me up, arm still latched around my shoulders though I could feel a subtle loosen. Like she was prepared to let go if I felt the need to push her away. “I- I’m glad you told me.”

I watched her hands curl into fists as she shook her head with a sharp breath, “I just… I hate myself for not making you feel safe enough to tell me earlier.”

A heavy lump of pure steel felt like it was growing in my throat as I slid my arms around my body. “I haven’t told a ton of people… even my brother’s don’t know. A-And you can’t tell them so please-”

“I would never tell anybody about what we talk about, baby.” She whispered in a way that I was almost ashamed to say made me shiver as I felt her fingertips just underneath my cheek. “They would burn the world down if they knew.”

“I almost did myself.” My eyes seemed to flood and grow glassy in response as my bottom lip began to tremble. “That’s- That’s why I freaked out so much & destroyed all of those city blocks and why I refused to use my cursed technique after that. I-It wasn’t- It wasn’t to make you hate me-”

“Shhh… baby I never once hated you.” Her hands came up to cup my face as her lips brushed against my forehead. Years ago I never could’ve pictured myself in such an intimate position with Maki, spilling information that even my own brothers didn’t know. But in that moment it was hard not to tell her everything. Every little secret, everything she had ever lied about, every little flaw and fuck up, everything… “God, I was such an idiot, love. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.

“I think you already have.”

Maki’s eyes were glassy as the words left my lips, eyebrows furrowing in that same look that she had had since she was a teenager but held so much more depth to it now though. “You have got to raise your standards some.”

I let out a tearful laugh that almost sounded more like a sob as I lifted a hand to brush my own tears away, only to have Maki beat me to it. She went seriously shortly afterwards though, eyes still as gentle as ever as her hands held my face with a level of softness I’m not sure I would ever get used to. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you like that again… and if they do- god, if they do-”

“Maki, I don’t want you to hurt anybody-”

“Oh sweetheart-” The words came out in a heavy breath as she shook her head in response, “I’d burn the whole world for you.”

Her figure seemed to blur right in front of me, a sheen of tears that she’d never be able to fully brush away. All I could was let my arms slide around her shoulders and press my lips to hers, a kiss that she caught so effortlessly with a rushing breath that ignited against my face. Her own muscular arms encircling around my waist as the robe she wore previously seemed to glide right off of her shoulders, sliding down her arms until she was shaking it off with a fervor that had me giggling in response. “Now- if that wasn’t too unsexy enough for you-”

“Never.” I answered, barely getting the word out before her lips smashed to mine once more, my breath seeming to lodge itself in Maki’s throat until it didn’t feel like I was breathing in anything but the inside of her mouth. Sharp sighs and tongues mixing together, dancing an intimate dance that had my lashes fluttering as she gently pressed me to the bed below. But not in a way that felt forced… it was an offer. An offer to show me that I wouldn’t have a single other sexual encounter that felt forced again.

“I-Is this okay?” She stammered in between the breathless kisses, a look in her eyes that stated she was caught between wanting to devour me as soon as possible and being a gentleman. “I-If it’s not just say the word and-”

“Maki, I know.” I urged, pressing my hands to her chest as if to make an attempt at halting her general anxiety. “I trust you.”

Her eyes softened as if I just said something profound, words I hoped she wouldn’t grow tired of hearing, words that I could barely even recognize myself. How long had it been? How long had it been since I had said those words and really meant them? Too long. A lifetime it had felt like. Even though I didn’t think that there was ever a time that I didn’t trust her.

Her lips were on mine again in an instant, but this time they dared to drift farther, lower, slipping towards my jaw and down my neck in a trail that left my skin feeling like she was burning it wherever she touched. Her hands flew towards the waistband of my own nightdress, a frilly white gown that hung off of my shoulders leaving little to the imagination already. Maki’s eyes then meeting mine with a silent ask of permission, and with a nervous little gulp I nodded.

A shiver passed over me as she pulled the fabric from my body, my eyes briefly widening in almost shock before I felt the warmth of her hands stretching over my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” She whispered before I felt her lips meet my collarbone. A breathy moan spilling from my lips suddenly as I let my back arch from the bed. “God, I love that I’m the only one that can make you moan like that.”

It almost felt like I was writhing underneath her… squirming, my fingers knotting through her hair the lower her lips traveled. A frustrating ache bloomed in between my thighs in response, a sensation of wetness creeping into my core as she made her way down my stomach, a rise and fall with every shallow breath. “Maki-“ I begged.

“Shhh… darling, I’ve got you.” She spoke, eyes narrowing in at the darkening spot soaking my underwear, and I had to fight not to let my hand fly upwards to cover my eyes in embarrassment. Meanwhile Maki’s only grew gentle as they flickered upwards to meet my own with a look of hunger in them. “All of this just for me, baby?”

I couldn’t help it. The words drew a whimper from my lips as her hands delicately kneaded into the plush of my thighs, partially just as a way to pull them apart without being too forceful, I assumed. I nodded in response, hips threatening to buck upwards with the slightest twitch that I knew she recognized. There wasn’t anything she didn’t recognize. “This okay?” She murmured, situating herself until she was positioned right in between my thighs until I felt the softness of her lips brushing against the sensitive inner portion of my skin.

My throat bobbed as I gulped down a heavy lump, not being able to tell if she was going as slow as she possibly could or just simply teasing. Knowing Maki it could’ve very well been a combination of both. My lips parted to release a shivering moan, nodding perhaps for the millionth time as my body writhed underneath her. “Yes… y-yes, Maki please.”

I was a mess, trying not to cry in the most ugly way imaginable as she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of my frilly underwear and peeled the garment down the length of my legs. “Just breathe for me, sweet girl.”

Her lips drew closer and closer towards my center, an ache that only grew and grew until I finally felt the softness of her wet tongue drawing up my slit. Instantly my hips bucked and my back arched at the sensation. It felt good… undoubtedly- jaw dropping to give way to the smallest whimper as I let my hands tangle up into the softness of her dark hair. What felt like the vibrations of a moan coming from her end only added to the volume, a mix of heat from her breath almost making my hips quiver as a whine was brought forth.

Her tongue pressed against my bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure, finally giving way to a full moan as her tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. It was a slow build-up, working me loose from the inside out as I fell apart right underneath her. Her amber eyes briefly glanced upwards to meet my own, as if scanning for any signs of discomfort or distress… all she would meet though was my own eyebrows furrowed in a look that could only be one of intoxicating pleasure.

“Maki-” I exclaimed through a shuddering cry of euphoria at the way her tongue curled around the swollen bud… already breathless, so breathless. Fingers stretching out as if begging for her to take them- a subtle reminder that she was still there even as her face dipped deeper in between my thighs. A lapping tongue soon turning into open mouthed kisses until my back was arching completely off of the bed. Just in time for her fingers to slide through my own, coupled with the gentlest squeeze.

“I’m right here, baby.” She murmured, a string of wetness still attached to her lips before she dove right back in. Tongue slipping through my folds once more, traveling along my inner walls, not wanting to leave anything untasted or untouched. So gentle with all of her movements but it still felt so good… so so good. Relentless but careful as her thumb brushed along my knuckles tracing out all of the little divets and grooves while she sent me to heaven with her tongue. Lapping at my soaked core while my back arched upwards and my thighs clenched around her head.

“O-Oh fuck… Maki- M-Maki, please don’t stop.” I practically whined, almost reduced into squirms underneath her as the sounds of ecstasy coming from my mouth only grew louder.

Maki’s free hand that wasn’t clutching onto my own tightened around my thighs, face almost completely enveloped in my center. All I could see were those amber eyes, and in the end that might’ve almost been the reason that I tumbled towards that climax so quickly. I could’ve laid there bathed in her pleasure forever, mouth agap to accompany a series of moans and whimpers while her tongue ran from my soaked walls to my swollen clit that erupted in pleasure with every sloppy suckle of her own.

“Go ahead and cum for me, sweet girl… I know you’re close, I know it feels good.” She practically cooed, pressing her thumb to my bundle of nerves as if to keep up the constant flow of euphoria. The build up to my climax came out in a shuddering cry, my hands tightening around her green locks as my back arched fully off the bed once more.

Maki let her mouth fully envelop over my pulsating center, taking in every bit of gushing mess as I echoed her name like it was the only thing I knew how to say. And in that moment it was probably was. A climax that left my legs shaking even as she loosened her hold on them. Gradually slowing the pace of her tongue alongside my shuddering breaths.

Her chin still glistened with my arousal even as she pulled away, a darkened look in her eyes as she slowly lifted a hand towards her mouth in a show of cleaning herself. Not without savoring every last bit of it though. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” She whispered, carefully sliding her way up my still quivering body. Not even hesitating before placing her lips on mine, a touch of tangy sweetness still lingering, and I almost felt ashamed to say I didn’t want her to pull away. I felt greedy… oh so impossibly greedy as I let my body roll up into hers. So overtaken by the ecstasy of her I nearly forgot everything else. “Was that good?” She questioned once the two of us finally pulled away, and it took everything in me not to smash my lips to hers once more.

“That’s a bullshit question.” I murmured through heavy breaths, arms draped over her shoulders as she let out a little snicker before letting her head fall right into the crook of my shoulder.

“Looks like I’ll have to have you for breakfast too then.” She spoke, lips brushing against my pulse point. “So… I guess we’re doing this?”

“Yeah… I guess we are.” I spoke with a small sigh, heavy eyes fluttering shut just in time to feel the pressure of her body leaving my own to flop next to me, and upon scanning the sheets myself I could still see the remnants of scattered petals. For a moment this hadn’t felt like some arranged connection just for politics or optics at all. We had made it infinitely more than that.

Just us. Only us.

I inched over onto my side, letting my eyes follow her as she laid out next to me while her own fluttered. A comfortable moment of silence where I caught myself slowly inching closer towards her… inches to centimeters… centimeters to millimeters- until every bit of distance had been covered and I was placing my heavy head on her chest and her arm was sliding comfortably around my waist.

“Hey Maki?” I muttered, eyes briefly flickering upwards to meet her golden ones as she hummed in acknowledgment, the feeling of the tips of her fingers delicately tracing out shapes onto my lower back. “Is it weird to say that I’m proud of us?”

“Nah-” Maki stated through a small twitch of the corners or her lips. “I’m proud of us too… more specifically, you-”

“But-“ I began once more, stubbornly lifting my head from her chest with statements she only silenced with a kiss pressed right to my forehead.

“Hey… get some rest, okay? Try not to think too hard about tomorrow… whatever happens- we can handle it, alright?” Her words were gentle again, pretty reassurances that she knew would always work on me, and I knew I could always trust as well. “Hey, soulmates, right?” Her voice dropped to a whisper making the pink tint bloom on my cheeks again. Nodding once more before I let my head drop back against her chest.

“Yeah, soulmates.”

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I am delighted to be your number one, Satoru. You and I are eternal. Our love has no limits. We are infinite. I love you so much, and I am honored to be your husband. I am glad you and I can be together forever.

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wedding night

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after an arranged marriage to unite your clans, you're left alone in a hotel room with your new husband.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - arranged marriage (reader + toji), cunnilingus, pet names (sweetheart, baby), possessiveness from toji ("you're mine"), toji's described as big, reader submissive, creampie 1.4k words

Toji threw himself down, mattress moving with the buoyancy of his body, pushing him upward only slightly before bowing with his weight. He'd unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt - blazer and waistcoat discarded long before the end of the night. You stood awkwardly, thumb caressing over the back of one hand for comfort. In this moment, you'd been thankful for the less interesting choice in bridal gown, an ivory slip dress for a more casual occasion - it had suited Toji's lax manner abundantly well. It must have been a characteristic your mother had predicted, or perhaps learned from the husband she had picked out for you. 

"Y're lookin' like a lost little puppy." Perhaps the first sentence your new husband had said to you. Most of the evening had consisted of interacting with families, the uniting of clans more important than the binding of two people. The Zen'in's had only agreed to allow your clan to ally with them if you would marry whom they'd viewed as their weakest - born with no cursed energy. Though as your eyes wondered over the rugged man before you, you'd been left to witness an aura like no other. From one glance at Toji, you'd felt he'd held more ability than any Zen'in you'd met that evening. 

"Sorry." You'd mumbled, gaze met with narrow green eyes. He'd made himself comfortable, laying back on the bed with his head supported by the thickness of pillows, black hair splaying onto the white sheets surrounding him.  "Jus' go get changed n take your face off - or whatever ladies do at night." Toji's eyes closed, an arm draping across his forehead. Glancing toward the bathroom, you'd did as he'd suggested, a white nightie packed neatly within the bag you'd dropped off earlier in the day. 

Even after washing up and changing, you hadn't wanted to return to the room in which Toji had laid. The realization that the man on the other side of these walls had now been bound to you by law, and by your families standards had some ownership over you had dawned deeply over your mind. The excitement of escaping your family had lifted, replaced by the dread of a man you'd never met before your wedding day. 

Toji had been closed off for the entire event, speaking only to those close to him, ordering the same glass of whiskey over the course of the evening. He hadn't appeared rude toward you, yet he'd not seemed too interested either. Hunched against the tiles, you were left with the question of what he'd expected of you this evening - the first night as a married couple. Sighing, you lifted a hand to the lock, deciding to push yourself into the unknown. With enough luck, the alcohol he'd drank would've lulled him into a peaceful slumber, in which you'd be able to mirror within the hour. 

"Thought you'd ran away." His voice had almost startled you when you'd opened the door. Toji now sat upright with phone in hand, eyes glued to your figure. It had been obvious where his gaze had landed, right over the peak of fabric that covered your breasts, small bumps over the perked nipples due to change in air. You hadn't expected him to look over you so nonchalantly, yet his attention had caused a twist within your stomach you'd appreciated. 

"And, why would that be?" The tone from your voice had been more seductive than you'd intended, though with his scan of your curves and clear interest in the nightgown you'd worn, part of you'd hoped he'd reflect the sultry aura.  "Took a long time is all." Toji shifted, finally locking his phone and placing it on the bedside table. When his hand had been left empty, it had immediately drifted down to his belt, resting over the top of his fly. The movements had drawn your attention to the area, noticing a larger bulge beneath the fabric. 

"Was getting ready for you." Lips curving upward, you placed one foot in front of the other, finally guiding your nervous body toward the bed he'd lounged within.  "Oh, really?" His voice had sounded distant as his focus remained only on your physical being, pushing himself away from the headboard when your body had finally met with the mattress beside him.  "Do you like it?" There was a slight need for validation even if you'd been aware of his answer, wanting to hear praise fall from his mouth. The scar over his lip contorted when you'd asked, a smirk forming when he'd finally lifted his eyes from your chest, meeting your own.  "I'm a man, after all." 

Lips connecting, you'd been left to taste the Zen'in you'd now called your husband. The first kiss shared with one another - a heated and passionate affair after a much too stressful day. In fact, it had been a build up over the past month that had driven both you and him insane - one that you'd finally overcome. Toji's difference from his family had given you faith that perhaps he'd been a good man - the opposite to most Zen'ins within his clan. 

Large hands were quick to glide over the silk as his weight shifted above you, legs spreading to accommodate his wide structure. He hadn't taken his time with the outfit, moving the skirt upward with aggression until you'd been left bare from chest down, exposed to the male above you.  "Couldn't like it that much if you're taking it off so quickly." There had been confidence behind your voice that Toji had admired, a fire ignited within him when remembering you were his to fuck all he'd pleased. A bratty woman had some appeal behind it, a challenge to guide you into submission.   "Prefer you bare." His words were spoken against your stomach as his tongue met with your skin, licking and nipping over flesh and allowing goosebumps to trail behind his touch. Toji's breath was hot against you, tickling you as he'd made his way over your core. Unlike the haste with uncovering you, he took his time in lowering himself to reach between your thighs, leaving your heart to race in anticipation.

Finally, his face had halted, tongue pressing to you entrance and gliding a stripe upward, a low hum from your lips as he'd began to taste you. Toji had been eager once relishing in your flavor, swirls of his tongue as you'd been left to appreciate the work of his mouth. Leisurely, he placed middle finger alongside his tongue, moving the pad over you to move alongside his tongue, before finally drifting down and dipping into your already dripping core. Your hips had innately bucked upward, a languid grind against his face and whimper from lips as he'd drawn his finger in and out, another irrepressible moan when he'd added a second. 

The build up had began when he'd picked a pace, fluid movements of his wrist and mouth, soft sucks over the sweet bud that had him humming against your cunt in adoration. Your fingers had found their way to lace within his hair, a gentle tug to signify your pleasure pulling another sound from his chest.  "Close." The word uttered under your breath as your eyes had squeezed closed, a high pitched squeak from your body as you'd felt your high crash over you. Toji had chuckled against you, vibrations adding to intensity. 

Only when you'd fell limp to the bed, whines dying on your tongue, had Toji pulled back, a languid wipe over his face before unbuttoning his trousers. He hadn't given you a chance to look before lining himself with your wetness, a jolt from your body when feeling the head of him run along your folds, a hiss flowing between his teeth when finally stretching you over him.  "Gonna take it all, sweet thing?" His whisper had caused tingles to prick over your spine, a slight burn when he'd pushed deeper into you. When adjusting to size you'd thought it better you hadn't caught a glimpse of his length before he'd entered you. 

Slowly, he rocked his hips, mouth latching over your neck and sucking to leave a mark. One large hand grasped over your chest, fingers wrapping around as he'd squeezed harshly over a breast. "Such'a good girl." The deep tone had ricocheted from the base of your neck as his face had nestled between shoulder and throat, another roll into you. The initial pain had subsided and you'd felt yourself relaxing beneath him, each rock causing his lower abdomen to glide over your cunt, kissing the surface of your clit. You'd ran teeth over your bottom lip, a shudder over skin when contact had been made.  "My fucking good girl." Toji's possessiveness had been apparent, yet it hadn't scared you. When he'd groped and squeezed over your body, marking you and claiming you as his, you'd been left in enjoyment rather than fear. 

"'m all yours, Toji." The approval from your lips had him groaning against you, an excited bite over your skin as he'd pulled his face back, allowing himself to admire the woman beneath him. When your eyes had fluttered open, you'd been met with the same green orbs you'd caught only glimpses of throughout the day, pupils now blown out, skin prickled with heat.  "Say that again, baby."  "I'm yours, Toji." Hearing his name, he jolted forward, stomach sucking inward when feeling you wrap around his base and take him at full length. The movement had caused your mouth to drop wider in awe, eyes rolling upward.  "Fuck-" He drew back before pounding himself forward again, though this time his body had stuttered with the movement, a staggered breath from lips. "Take it-" Toji's instruction had been cut short by a guttural groan, head tilting back as he'd fucked his seed into you. 

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