— I JUST WANNA GET HIGH WITH MY LOVER
RECEIVERS。satoru gojo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro
WISHCARD。forbidden relationship tropes with them ♡
BOUQUET。fem!reader, fluff, very suggestive, multiple au's, petnames, separate drabbles
PRICE。2.5k words
FREEGIFT。moonlight - kali uchis
𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 x 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
“Master, good work for today.”
Satoru smiles when he steps inside his private quarter. You are already standing by the door, waiting for him. Your hands are at the front, your plain white yukata adorning your polite manner. Satoru waves to his clansmen behind him, dismissing them to leave him alone. His clansmen respected his order and Satoru shuts the door close.
He grins,
“Fuck, I miss you, baby,”
He immediately swoops you into a hug, twirling the two of you in a lovely spin. You giggle but immediately purse your lips to control your voice. Nobody should know about this little rendezvous you two have. The strongest should bear no sign of weakness — and for many people, his lover, you, would be his weakness.
Satoru lays you gently on his bedding and spreads your legs roughly that your yukata slip down, revealing your thighs.
“Master, wait—” you place your hands on Satoru's chest and he grips your wrists.
“Satoru,” he says. “I'm your master for them, but when it is just us, I am just your Satoru.”
You smile. “Satoru. Satoru, let's get you off from this clothing first, can we?” you ask as you tug on his haori that is over his yukata. “These clothes are the House's property, okay? We can't afford to make it dirty or torn,” you say and Satoru snickers.
“House's property, eh? Who do you think you're talking to, missy?”
“I know, I know. But you are not living permanently in Gojo Clan's household like the rest of us, right? As your handmaiden, I'm responsible to make sure your belongings are well-kept. Now come on, master. Let's get this off properly first.”
If you tell your friends that the head of one of the greatest sorcerer families in the jujutsu world would obey your words, they might call you a liar. But really, Satoru is obedient enough to sit down and waits for you to do your job.
You trail your hands on his broad shoulders, lightly massaging his firm muscles as you slide off the haori. His breathing gets heavier as he feels your teasing blow on the back of his neck. Your hand roams to his waist, pulling his obi off.
“You seem to have a lot of... pent-up frustration...”
Satoru glances at you with annoyance. You chuckle as you take off the obi, letting his yukata come loose, revealing a black tight shirt on his torso. You help him to take off the yukata, leaving him only in that black shirt and black shorts he has been wearing.
“Baby,” he calls for you but you hold his wrist, shaking your head.
“I say wait, Satoru.”
Satoru groans to himself as he watches you folding his clothes. He watches you intently. His eyes trace your movement on folding the clothes — your nimble fingers fixing some fine decorative trimmings on the haori and your hands carefully dusting off any fine dirt that only you could detect.
Satoru smiles to himself before he scoots closer. You look up to him and before you know it, he holds your chin to press a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips feel sweet and soft, caressing your own delicately. His fingers from your chin leave you, only to cup your cheek and stroke his thumb on your face.
His tongue probes your lips and you part them, allowing him to slither inside, exploring you deeper as he pulls you close. A soft moan emits from your throat and you could feel his smile against your lips.
With a soft nudge on his chest, Satoru pulls away but keeps the distance between your faces close enough to feel his needy breaths.
“When the time is right, I want you. I want you fully. I want to see you not in these plain clothes. I want you to be in garments like mine. I want you by my side in the main hall. I want to slip a ring on you and call you mine in front of the whole world and let them know that you're my strength. Will you—”
His words are shortly sealed when you cling your arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him deeply. Satoru chuckles between the kisses as he holds your waist, dragging you to straddle his lap.
“I will and I do,” you say as you rest your forehead against him, staring deeply into his azure irises, akin to a glimmering diamond. Satoru smiles.
“Eager to please your master, it seems.”
𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿!𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 x 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
“Stop running, that's a dead end.”
“Aww, dang it!” you groan as you sigh. You turn around, only to see your personal chaser approaching you with his blunt weapon. You grin teasingly as you shrug your shoulders.
“You won't use that on me, yeah, police?”
“I am not a police. And I won't use any violence to you, since you only use your technique to be a professional con.” Kento replies which makes you snicker. “Now return what you have stolen and I'll let you go.” he opens his palm in front of you and you snort. You slip your hand into your pocket and take out several expensive jewellery and watches that you stole.
“You have one more.”
“You know that too? The hell?” you sigh as you take out a silver ring with a rare diamond on it from your shoe. Kento looks at the stolen items in his hand before he puts them in his blazer. You then point a finger at him.
“Thief! Thief!”
“Keep quiet and follow me,” he grunts and pushes your finger down gently with his weapon. He keeps it too and takes your hand. He brings you to his car and opens the door for you. He urges you to enter and you do. Then he moves to the driver's seat.
“You're gonna bring me to the police station, thief?” you ask and Kento sighs.
“You are the thief here. You have been stealing a lot with your weird curse technique. Sending you to the police station will do nothing because it seems that you manage to find a way to escape harmlessly from their grasp for some reason.” Kento says as his eyes are focused on the street.
You grin. You don't understand why some sorcerers need to tell their techniques to the world and you are just fine being secretive like this. “So, where'll you bring me? If you want to ditch me, maybe to a fast food chain, perhaps? I'm pretty hungry. And I don't steal if I'm not in poverty, you see.” you say and the car stops at the red light. Kento then reaches the back seat and takes a paper bag with a fast food logo.
“There. I bought it before I chase you. It's already cold.”
“What the hell! So you do love me!” you exclaim as you excitedly open the paper bag, seeing a small box of food. Kento huffs at your words before he looks elsewhere.
“You're struggling with something. I think as long as you don't murder someone with your technique, you are not a threat.”
You grin. “Just say you actually have a crush on me and you love the thrill of being my predator.” you tease, poking his cheek to get his reaction. Kento clicks his tongue and pushes your hand away. But he cannot help the fluster that is growing in his heart when you touch him.
“If that's what you want, I'll keep stealing then. I'll rob a bank too if it means you will come and chase me.”
“You're ridiculous. Maybe start to consider a real job?” Kento sighs before his car stops by a lonely street, only lightened by dim street lights. “Your house is somewhere at the front, right? Now get off my car.”
Your eyes widen a bit when you look around. Indeed, this is the street. But what confuses you is how does Kento know? You chuckle to yourself before you grin at Kento.
"Hey, since you're so kind to bring me home and get me food for the day, do you want to know how I steal shit so professionally— uh... sort of? My curse technique, I mean.”
Kento looks at you. His eyes do not have that seriousness, instead, there is an expectation. You smile before you lean towards him closer. “It's about distraction,” you mutter against his ear, purposely making your voice breathy. Your finger teases his sharp jaw and then down to his tie. You hook your finger on the tie, tugging it but not taking it off. “Words, actions, gestures, eyes, they can all be altered to fit someone's weaknesses.”
“Especially, when that person likes me so much,”
Kento purses his lips as he glances at you. A tint of crimson on his face is enough for you to know his feelings right now.
“I don't like you in any way,”
“Yeah? But mister... Your heart...” you place your hand on his chest, “... is telling me otherwise.”
Kento groans and backs away as he holds you by your jaw. “Get off my car. Now.”
You giggle and hold his hand to pull it off your face. But you take the chance to kiss his knuckles, making Kento tense again. With a playful and mischievous grin, you loosen your hold on his hand and it stays in the air as if it longs for more.
You leave his car and close the door. Kento immediately locks the car and lets out a heavy exhale. You wave at him and disappear into an alleyway. Kento watches your figure until you disappear and then leans back in his seat.
He holds the steering wheel and his eyes twitch when he sees that his wrist is empty. He looks around his seat, trying to find his expensive watch but it is gone. And Kento lets out yet another heavy sigh, knowing what had unfolded.
Looks like he has to get his watch back tomorrow.
𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻!𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 x 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
“Are you not going to come in?”
The invitation is sinful. The invitation could bring him to the lowest of hell and he will probably beg God to not let him out no matter how merciful He is.
The sight of you, the righteous heiress of the throne, standing in your dark room could make Toji lose his rationality. Your body is only covered with a beige satin night dress. It looks simple but everyone knows that the very clothes you are wearing now are worth a whole village's wealth.
And he is the most privileged person in the world to be able to see you like this in this very hour.
“An invitation for your death, princess?” Toji asks with a mocking voice. He sneaked in passed the guards and he flawlessly ends up on your balcony. It has been like this for several nights already. And at the end of each night, not a drop of blood spilled in his hands.
He is supposed to kill you. He is supposed to end the heiress of this monarchy.
But he fails every time he steps onto your balcony. You look too lovely. You don't fear him. You are mesmerized and enthralled. You are addicted to his presence and the danger he posed. And Toji can see it every time he stands in front of you. That gaze of yours is enough proof for him.
“You look bothered, princess,” he speaks when he sees your exhaustion tonight. You smile at him and sigh as you sit on your bed. Toji approaches you and you tilt your head at the sight of his dagger in his hand.
“Came to slay me dead, my hunter?” you ask with a hint of authority in your voice. Toji smirks before he puts his dagger in its sheath and crouches on one knee in front of you. He takes your foot and puts it onto his knee.
"Yes, princess. As always.”
You chuckle as you let him knead your calf gently. You notice he is wearing gloves today. “Take off your glove. I don't like the feeling of it. If you wish to have my blood on your hand, at least stain it forever.” you say and Toji obediently takes off his gloves.
“You're making a demand to someone that came to kill you, princess? You're a brave one.”
“It's this kind of fear I love to feel.”
“Fear, my princess? Maybe I should create more trouble for you to ignite that fear.” Toji replies and you chuckle.
“You have already caused me trouble by killing three of the veteran soldiers. The security around me is getting tighter.”
Toji's eyes twinkled in excitement. “You knew I killed them and flared the whole kingdom with threats. Yet you did not say anything about me to the King.” Toji laughs. “You love me, do you, my Princess?”
“You're the source of my entertainment in this place. I can't lose you yet. And to see that you are still struggling to kill me, even when I lie beneath you with no single thread on my body, I could ask you the same, killer — you love me, do you?”
Toji chuckles deeply before he raises a bit to hold your shoulders. He slowly pushes you down to your expensive mattress. “Who doesn't love their country's beloved Princess, yeah?” he says as he climbs over you, hovering over you.
Toji places his knee in between your legs as he nudges you. Your chest heaves and his hand trail to one of your breasts, cupping and fondling it over the satin fabric. You let out a soft moan as you hug him, pulling him closer. Your lips brush against his neck, kissing his rough skin. He smells a bit metallic.
Knock! Knock!
You push Toji off your body and he complies. Someone is knocking on your door and you immediately get up to get your robe to cover your body. You turn your head to Toji who is already gone from your bed. He is hiding somewhere and you don't know where.
You open the door and see two guards standing with one of them holding a lantern.
“Pardon us, Your Highness. It seems that another assassination has occurred in the soldier's compound. We are currently looking for the perpetrator.”
“Have you seen any suspicious individuals around the castle, Your Highness?”
You smile sadly and shake your head. “My condolences... But I must apologise. I don't think I have seen any suspicious individual on this floor.” you reply. The two guards look troubled and nodded.
“Is that so? Thank you for the information, Your Highness. We apologise once again for interrupting your night.”
Both of them bid farewell and you close the door, locking it.
“Good girl, Princess. You saved my ass.” a strong arm slithers around your waist. You turn your head to see Toji is already behind you. He pulls you close to his chest. You grin at him with dreamy eyes.
“Are you proud of me?”
“Oh, so much, Princess. I could very well stay on the bed in front of them and you will still pretend fool for my sake. Of course I'll be proud of you.” Toji says before he leads you to the bed. He sits on it, with you standing in front of him. He spreads his legs and gently pushes you to kneel.
“Now, where were we, Princess?”
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