Hi, 👉🏽👈🏽 remember that fanfic you did with BenimaruxReader in her shop? (On your older page) I HAD to find you to ask if you could do part 2 when takes us home 👀 Your writing is A1 and it’s not just me other people were asking too
hiii. sorry for the extremely late response. im not active on here anymore, but i do remember that fic!
i never expected that fic to get that much traction, especially since it's benimaru. he's hot but criminally underrated. i know the ending of the fic said to be continued. i just don't have any ideas for it. maybe, maybe not. im not sure.
BUT im glad you enjoyed it. thank you so much bby. <3
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synopsis: you and your boyfriend cheer up his old roommate after his breakup, in more ways than one.
contains: porn with very little plot, afab!reader, pet names (baby, my love, sweetheart, good girl, good boy, etc.), m/m/f threesome, very gay flashback to tojinana's college days, cheating mention, food and alcohol consumption, WHINY sub!bottom!toji, dom!top!kento, sub!reader, handjob, cunnilingus, rimming, squirting, slight choking, anal play, face sitting, face fucking, toji has nipple piercings, nipple play, anal sex, vaginal sex, eiffel tower position, double penetration missionary position, protected sex (no creampies today sawry), multiple orgasms, established relationship between reader and kento, small vine reference, everyone is bisexual and has incredible stamina LMAO :3 if i missed anything, please let me know!!!
wc: 7.3k
a/n: winner of the poll!!! i'm so happy to have this out of my system after working on it for months. i am TIRED. this is partially inspired by this fanart! :3
reblogs and feedback are very appreciated!!
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stepping through the doors, low grunts and the sounds of weights clanging filled the gym. you were here to pick up your boyfriend and his best friend after their workout. looking around the sweaty bodies of men and women alike, you found the pair. however, it seemed they were still in the middle of a set of bench presses. kento was laying on the bench while toji spotted him.
you couldn't lie, seeing how easily your boyfriend could lift that amount of weight had you feeling all hot and bothered. his shirt clung to him deliciously, accentuating the pits and divots of his trained torso. and his best friend, toji was a sight for sore eyes as well, compression shirt looking like it was gonna rip from how much pressure his muscles put on the seams.
waltzing over to the pair, toji noticed you out of the corner of his eyes, giving you a small wave. kento set the bar in its usual position and slowly sat up to give you a kiss. “hey, my love. we're almost done here, toji needs to finish his set and we can go.” kento and toji both gave apologetic smiles for calling you over too early. your heart thumped against your sternum at the way they both eyed you up before resuming their workout.
luckily for you, toji finished his bench presses quickly and you watched as they disappeared into the showers. sitting down in the waiting area, you played on your phone waiting for them. when they emerged, hair still damp and unstyled, you felt your pulse deep down in your tummy. kento always looked hot fresh out the shower but seeing toji like this sent a shiver down your spine. you couldn't lie, you had the hots for kento’s best friend and who could blame you?
truthfully, you had expressed to kento the want of a threesome. kento was confused and even a little hurt at first, thinking it was because you weren't satisfied or you wanted to explore your options. but after explaining to him that it was quite the opposite, he was patient and understanding, asking you who you had in mind. when you had said toji would be your third party of choice, he had smiled in understanding. he was aware of the tiny little crush you had on his best friend and he could understand why. toji was attractive, confident, maybe even a little arrogant. but underneath that, he was a kind and gentle man. hard shell, soft core. just like kento, but in a different way. he also knew that toji had wanted a similar experience and that toji would sometimes send you longing glances when he thought kento wasn't looking.
it would be a win-win situation and so you two settled on toji, if the situation ever arose.
the car ride was pleasant, you had planned to go out to lunch together. quiet small talk was exchanged with comfortable silences in between.
“how's your girlfriend?” you asked, looking at toji through the rearview mirror. both men frowned and you cringed internally. you had accidentally touched a sore spot and looked at kento with a displeased expression, who had an apologetic look and mouthed a ‘sorry’ to you.
toji chuckled bitterly. “we broke up a little while ago. couldn't stand me being attracted to men, too. threw it in my face and accused me of cheating while doing it herself. to think i wanted to propose.”
your jaw dropped and you gasped. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, toji. that's awful. is there anything we can do to help? we can have a movie night or something!”
“not really. going to the gym with ken helps. it's just nasty because she keeps calling me to sob and wail and apologize. she still hasn't picked up her stuff, which is annoying.”
you shook your head in disbelief, deep in thought about how you could cheer him up. toji’s girlfriend had been the apple of his eye for the past three years and you got along well whenever you saw her. so hearing all this, your heart broke a little for him. kento shot you a knowing glance and spoke. “maybe we can go for dinner and drinks this weekend, take your mind off things.”
“there's no need for cheering up, really–”
“we insist,” kento spoke firmly and turned to look at toji, who seemed to be pliant under kento’s words. your thighs clenched at kento’s stern tone. little did you know, toji’s did too.
“okay, fine.”
the weekend rolled around sooner than later. you were getting ready to go for korean barbecue with toji when you looked at your boyfriend through the mirror. “are you sure we're gonna ask him tonight?” you questioned, straightening your shirt down your torso.
“what are you worried about, sweetheart?” kento asked back, stepping behind you and giving a gentle kiss to your neck.
you sighed, tilting your head to the side at the affection. “i don't know, i’m scared he’s gonna feel pressured or that our and mostly your friendship gets strained and awkward.”
kento hummed, rubbing gentle circles onto your hips. “i can definitely understand that, but i don't think you need to worry your pretty little head. he mentioned a similar fantasy back in college. it won't be awkward, trust me.”
another sigh left you and you turned around in your lover’s arms, slinging your arms around his shoulders.
“okay. i trust you, kento. let's make him forget about his shitty ex and take him to bed.”
dinner went by smoothly, soju flowing just as freely as the conversation. being at a korean barbecue with two muscle heads meant all you can eat times two. after an hour or so, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up quickly. while you were gone, kento spoke up, determined to make this fantasy come true. for all of you.
“i know we have sworn to never talk about it again but do you remember, back in college–”
“ken, really?” toji snorted, taking another shot for courage. “gotta bring that up now?”
kento huffed and continued, loud enough for toji to hear over the bustle of the restaurant but quiet enough for the conversation to be unheard by other patrons. “you remember when we went to that party and you laughed about not being a bottom?”
toji blushed, averting his eyes and nodding with a slight pout. “of course i do, what's with the old story now?”
kento smiled, his own flushed cheeks bumping against his glasses. “well, you do remember what happened after, right?” he chuckled when toji gave him a small nod, embarrassment evident on his face. “y’know, i just keep remembering what you said before you fell asleep back then. that it would've been even better if-”
“if a girl sat on my face, yes, i remember.” toji’s voice sounded slightly annoyed as he was reminded of an embarrassing drunken night. “why’s that important?”
a few beats of silence between them passed, cogs turning in toji’s head before the lightbulb turned on. his lips turned into a small ‘o’ shape and he couldn't help but let out a laugh. “you can't be serious.”
kento took another sip of his beer, face flushed in what toji couldn't tell was the alcohol or a slight tinge of embarrassment. “please, just hear me out. a threesome. you mentioned it, it's a fantasy of theirs and i don't trust anyone else to take care of them with me like i do you.” toji’s heart pounded in his chest, pulse quickening at every word that left kento’s lips.
“if not tonight, you can choose a date. please, just think about it, okay?” he leaned forward, looking at his old roommate over the rim of his glasses. “they feel for you and we genuinely wanna cheer you up in any way possible. please let us.”
toji felt his face flush, knowing that he was not only bright red to the tips of his ears from the soju in his system but also from the lewd insinuation kento’s proposition stated. memories from their college days came flooding back. he shook his head, trying to shoo those thoughts away.
it was a hot summer evening after practice. the rest of the team had left after quick showers, a frat party looming over the night. kento’s breath was hot on the back of his neck, goosebumps spreading all over toji’s skin. despite the hot water running down their bodies, toji felt a shiver down his spine as kento’s hand wrapped around his cock. the warm hand felt so different from what he was used to, the callouses on kento’s hand creating such a delicious friction.
toji’s own hand was behind him, fingers dancing along kento’s length before grabbing it. playing with the pace and pressure, he quickly found out what kento liked, judging by the way the latter was biting into his shoulder with a moan. toji felt hot all over, feeling himself getting closer and closer with every tug and jerk on his length. his head fell back onto kento’s shoulder, whines flowing freely. they increased in volume when kento started playing with toji’s sensitive nipples, murmuring into his ear: “come on, toji. make a mess.”
as he came into the blond’s fist, he increased the pace of his own, wanting his best friend to come with him. feeling kento shudder behind him and his cum paint his lower back had toji whimpering and leaning back against him.
it had been their way of letting off steam and get rid of the adrenaline of the practice. or so they said. it definitely wasn't helping the underlying sexual tension and the unserious rumors of the star players ‘being roommates’.
that was not the only occasion the blond man had ‘helped him out’. the last one being fingered by kento and telling him about his fantasy before the post-nut clarity could hit. they had sworn the day after to never mention it again.
but ever since that day, he had dreamt of this. and the fact that he had a slight crush on you as well didn't help. both of you made toji feel like cotton candy inside. you had always included him, all gentle smiles and friendly touches, never judging him or his relationship with kento. you had voiced your suspicions of them exploring each other’s bodies while absolutely hammered, giggling uncontrollably about it and never remembering afterward. they had shot each other a knowing look back then but chose to not answer. it'd be better if you didn't know what exactly they were up to in their youth.
a threesome with his two closest friends. it would be his wet dream come true. truth to be told, he had fantasized about this scenario many many nights, using it as fuel to cum with a pathetic whine into his hand.
when you got back from the bathroom, there was a notable tension in the air, both men staring into space and not talking. you cleared your throat as you sat down, taking a sip from your drink.
“is…is everything okay?” you asked, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. you had a sneaking suspicion of what went down.
kento opened his mouth, but toji was faster. “yeah, everything’s fine. your lovely boyfriend just told me about this fantasy you had.”
his lips stretched into a grin while kento gaped. “it's not only theirs, you wanted it too!” he laughed. toji chuckled, admitting it to you as well. your face started burning, the weight of the situation settling in.
“if you don't want to, it's totally fine!” you insisted, lightly slapping kento’s arm. “i can't believe you'd ask without me!”
toji spoke to you, tone low and gentle, “well, he's not wrong. i have mentioned it in the past. i’m amazed that he remembered that.”
with a wink towards kento, toji finished up his drink, broadly motioning between the three of you. “fine. let's see how well you can cheer me up.”
the ride home was tense but in the best way possible. even with you trying to fill the silence, it felt like an eternity until you arrived at your shared home with kento.
after closing the door behind the three of you, kento pulled you close to give you a deep kiss, sliding his tongue against the seam of your mouth. you obliged, parting your lips for him to slide his tongue against yours. a whine left your mouth and you gripped onto his shoulders for support. meanwhile, toji was watching intently, palming himself over his pants. he would never, in his wildest dreams, have thought he’d have the privilege to take both of you to bed.
you parted from your lover, looking at toji and motioning for him to get closer. he was awkward, even shy and the uncharacteristic quietness of him had you clenching your thighs together.
“c’mon, toji. don't you want a taste of them?” kento teased, turning you around to face his friend as he dipped his head to leave wet kisses along your neck. his sharp eyes met toji’s, taunting him.
toji sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “can't believe i’m doing this,” he mused before closing the gap between you and him.
toji’s kisses were so different from kento’s, it had your head reeling. toji kissed you like he was hungry, starving even. his stubble scratching against your skin so deliciously, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. two pairs of hands on your body, you couldn't even tell who's who. toji’s hand slid up to your breast, squeezing it through your clothes and you arched into him, grinding your ass into kento behind you.
kento’s grip on your hips was vicious, pressing against you and subsequently against toji’s broad chest. you could feel his bulge heavy between your ass cheeks and you whined against toji’s lips. he used that as an opening to slide his tongue into your mouth, swapping spit and moaning into each other. your body felt hot, limp in the hands of these two hunks of men. you parted from toji, breathing heavily and leaned back against kento.
your heart started beating out of your chest when you saw them closing in on each other with a familiarity that had your head spinning. their kiss was short and you swore you heard toji whine as kento pulled back to break the kiss.
“let's take this to the bedroom, yeah?”
the way to your chambers was littered with soft laughs, kisses and spanks to everyone’s asses. it eased your awkwardness to see that everyone was nervous and trying to cover it.
in your bedroom, you started stripping down to your underwear with shaky hands, showing off the matching set you were wearing in hopes of your fantasies becoming true tonight. both men moaned when you walked to your bed, bending over and wiggling your butt at them.
kento elbowed toji jokingly, “aren't i lucky?”
toji chuckled, patting his friend’s shoulder. “you're the luckiest man i know and you,” he pointed at you, making your face burn, “are very lucky yourself. not everyone can handle such a hunk like him.”
you giggled and turned around to sit down on the bed, crossing your legs. “oh, i know. i’m the luckiest in the whole world. especially right now. but, you can show me how lucky i truly am by getting undressed yourselves.”
the men obliged by making a show out of it. peeling away layer by layer, you didn't even know who to look at. they were both incredibly buff, having similar workout routines. seeing kento undress never failed to make you drool in anticipation but having this hulk of a guest in your bedroom made it even more exciting. toji’s chest was slightly bigger than kento’s, black hair accentuating the dips and divots of his muscular torso. he even flexed his pecs for you as he caught you staring. kento and toji made eye contact while taking care of their trousers, the air thick around them. you felt yourself getting wetter by the minute, the tension almost too much to bear.
now that everyone was dressed down to their underwear, kento pulled toji closer to him, their chests touching. their lips slotted against each other and you let out a quiet gasp at how smooth they moved against each other. kento pinched toji's pierced nipples (when did he get those done? you wondered) and your cunt clenched when toji let out the loudest, high-pitched whine.
you could see their cocks twitch in their underwear, wet spots accentuating just how excited they were to finally do this. kento pulled down toji’s boxers just enough for his cock to spring out and you gasped. you were beyond turned on, your brain turning into mush as you watched kento jerk toji off with expert ease. as if he had done this before.
the smell of sex heavily permeated the air and you leaned forward to take off your bra. playing with your pert nipples, you let out a sigh and kento broke the kiss.
“oh, poor baby, is someone feeling left out?” he cooed, watching as your hips jumped to get an ounce of friction. a breathy “yeah” left your lips. you continued to watch them, looking at toji’s face all scrunched up and his eyes locked on yours. both of your mouths were open, tongues almost lolling out and drool escaping. toji’s whines and whimpers and pleads for kento to give him more sent you spiraling. you slipped your hand down to your panties, feeling the damp spot between your thighs. kento turned toji’s head towards him to kiss him hungrily but his eyes remained on yours, watching your every move. “please, ken,” toji moaned into the kiss.
“so greedy. show me how bad you want it then,” kento murmured against his lips. toji reluctantly parted from him, the lack of contact making him shiver. he got on his knees and elbows on the bed, arching his back and making the mattress dip beneath his weight. his hot breath fanned over your covered core, intently watching the damp spot on your panties. you reached out to caress his cheek reassuringly, a soft smile on your lips while your heart threatened to burst through your ribcage. he looked up at you, eyes warm and a little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“c’mon, sweetheart. take them off, show him how wet you got watching us.”
kento’s voice echoed through the bedroom and shivers ran down your spine as you lifted your hips to peel off your soaked underwear. both men groaned at the sight of your essence connecting to the fabric. toji licked his lips in anticipation and gave you a small smile. “may i?”
you nodded and settled underneath him, feeling his shaky hands grip your thighs, goosebumps appearing in anticipation for what was about to come. he started trailing light kisses up your thighs, occasionally biting into your supple skin before getting comfortable between your heavenly thighs.
meanwhile, kento poured lube onto his hand, warming it up before spreading toji’s ass cheeks to expose him to the chilly bedroom air. toji shuddered and let out a small whine when kento lubed up his hole. as toji licked the first flat-tongued stripe on your pussy, kento gently started pushing a finger inside. toji froze, exhaling shakily before your hand found its way into his black hair. his short nails left moon shaped indents on your skin as the slurping noises increased in volume. your lips parted into a long whine of his name, your eyes threatening to close.
kento stilled, his finger down to the knuckle in toji’s ass and the latter wiggling and whining between your legs as he started sucking on your clit. he watched as you ground your hips against toji’s mouth so deliciously, his lips parted in a pant and a slight grin playing on them.
“god, you're so hot,” he mused, watching as you gripped your breast with one hand and using the other to pull toji even closer towards your core.
his tongue was so hot against your folds, large hands spreading your legs even wider and cat-like eyes watching your every reaction. your clit throbbed as he engulfed it, suckling gently on it. alternating between that and licking up the juices that threatened to spill onto the sheets.
you felt dizzy and hot all over. kento would take his time eating you out, alternating between licks and sucks, even teasing you by nipping and kissing around where you needed him most. toji ate you like a man starved, seemingly not running out of air. and you loved every second of it, grinding your hot cunt against his face. the difference in how the men pleasured you had you tiptoeing at the edge. however, kento’s deep voice reaching your ears was what tipped you off.
“fuuuuck, that’s it, take it. so good f’me.”
ecstasy rushed through your veins and your mind went blank at the first orgasm of the night. you moaned toji’s name, your cunt spasming and him lapping up all you had to give. he let you ride out your high, slowing his ministrations. not that he could keep it up with kento having started to move his finger, keeping a leisure pace but making sure to brush his prostate every so often. toji rested his cheek against your thigh while you started to come back to earth, his pupils blown wide. his lips and chin were covered in your cum and he licked away as much as he could.
“feeling good?” kento asked, not really addressing anyone in particular. but both you and toji gave a blissed out hum for an answer. kento laughed, maneuvering toji onto his back without pulling out. seeing toji, this massive man, being manipulated like a doll made your face run hot. he was just as pliant under kento as you were.
“y’know what toji said back then? when he told me about his fantasy?” kento looked at you, not paying the whining, wiggling man under him any mind. you leaned towards your boyfriend, finding leverage on toji’s fat chest. he gave you a kiss, his unoccupied hand reaching up to caress your cheek. “he wanted to have a girl sit on his face while-”
“while having fingers up my ass, yeah. i said that,” toji interrupted, breathless from kento’s continuous movements. “while you had them up my ass, mind you.”
you gasped, the memory of your drunken stupor coming back. “i was right! i knew it!” you laughed, leaning back onto your haunches and running a gentle hand over toji’s nipples. he let out a gasp at that, holding your wrists. kento let out a small chuckle, “not while, after that.” he leaned down to give toji a small peck, slowly sliding a second finger in. toji cried out, grabbing at your thighs.
“come onnnn, come sit on my face, baby. you're getting your fantasy so let me have mine,” he drunkenly pleaded while pulling you on top of him. you giggled, getting comfortable. you were facing kento, your hands on toji’s chest while you slowly lowered yourself on his face. he let out an annoyed huff before pulling you down by your hips, forcing a squeak out of you. his tongue immediately found your sensitive clit again, sucking and flicking it to the point your skin felt like molten lava.
“fuuuck, oh my god,” you whined, grinding against toji’s face, his stubble scratching against your thighs.
“feeling good, love?” kento mused, leaning forward to kiss you, tongues dancing around each other. “so good, he’s so good, kento – fuck!” you moaned, your eyes closing to focus on the pleasure toji’s mouth was giving you. his big hands were gripping your thighs and helping you move on his face.
kento’s hand reached up to play with your neglected breasts, pinching and squeezing, heightening your pleasure. his fingers still moving slowly inside toji, who bucked his hips against them. he was getting desperate to cum, wanting to make a mess for you both. his moans were swallowed by your cunt and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge again.
“kento, please,” you gasped and looked at your boyfriend, who was flushed from the chest upwards, sweat rolling down his neck. his large hand moved to your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing the sides lightly, just enough to make you lightheaded. “please what, darling?”
toji leaned his head against the bed, catching his breath while kento was abusing his prostate over and over. “please let us cum!” he begged, whines and whimpers leaving his pussy-slicked lips. he dove right back in, determined to make you cum on his face again.
you looked at kento with watery eyes, holding out for his command. he grinned, kissing you sloppily before murmuring just loud enough for both of you to hear it: “cum for me then. make a mess.”
“o-oh god–,” you stuttered, blood hot with ecstasy. kento felt toji’s hole twitch around his fingers and you watched as his cock throbbed and hot, white cum spurted out, covering his stomach up to his chest. just the sight of that sent you over the edge, along with a last strong suck on your clit. your cunt gushed on toji’s face, covering the lower half of it in your essence. toji lapped it all up, savoring the taste on his tongue. your hips ground against his lips, your hands finding refuge on his tongue. “fuck, y’r so good – feels so good, toji,” you whimpered, riding out your orgasm.
you then collapsed onto your back, eyes closed and skin damp. toji panted, wiping his face clean from your cum. he let out a small whine when kento pulled out his fingers, propping himself up onto his elbows to watch kento pull out a small plug from the drawer. he lubed it up before gently pushing it into toji’s stretched hole, moving it a little until the flared base was snug against toji’s heated skin. the raven-haired man whimpered, “so full – oh fuck!” before his arms gave out and his cock twitched pathetically on his abdomen, slowly getting hard again.
“don't tap out on me just yet, you wanted this so you gotta keep it up,” kento chuckled, swiftly disappearing to the kitchen to grab some water for both of you. when he reappeared, he watched with tender eyes as you gently wiped down toji’s stomach. he handed you the water, giving each person a little kiss on the forehead. as you gulped down the cool liquid, your hand traced little figure eights on kento’s stomach, lightly playing with the hair on his happy trail.
he was still rock hard, his swollen tip leaking as your hand slid lower and you ran a finger up his length. he let out a sigh, his head tipping back at the slither of contact. you set down the glass before leaning towards him, pressing a gentle kiss right at his frenulum. toji sat up, watching the intimate scene play in front of him and his own cock twitched to life.
he slowly moved to kneel behind you, his mouth finding your pussy again, licking a long stripe from your clit to your pulsing hole. you let out a whimper, the vibration going directly to kento’s leaking length. he let out a low moan, one large hand finding the back of your head. toji’s tongue lapped at your cunt, he even dared to go a little higher to your asshole. it was a welcomed change, feeling some relief on your swollen cunt. his hot tongue on your winking hole and large hands kneading your cheeks was getting you hot, the stimulation making you drip on the sheets.
“c’mon toji, you can't be satisfied with just eating. don't you wanna fuck’em?” kento inquired, his mind hazy from your lips sliding against his cock. toji looked up from behind you with raised eyebrows, . “i didn't know that was an option,” he mumbled against your skin. “of course it is,” you muttered, “i wanna feel you.”
letting out a heavy breath, toji asked for a condom. kento handed him one and you looked over your shoulder to watch him roll the latex over his cock in anticipation. you felt your pussy clench around nothing while toji kneeled behind you again, abs clenching when the plug nudged against his prostate. he swiped the covered tip against your glistening folds and you let out a soft gasp. kento leaned down, holding your face gently. he pressed his lips against yours, tongues swiping over one another. when he parted, he whispered loud enough only for you to hear: “you're gonna make my best friend feel so good, hm? gonna milk him for all he has, yeah?”
you gave him a big smile, nodding. “that's my baby,” he chuckled, caressing your cheek before standing to his full height again.
toji took it as a sign to push his length inside you. you saw that he was big, but feeling him stretch you pushed the oxygen out of your lungs. you gasped, your arms almost giving out on you at the intrusion, his girth stretching your walls. “o-oh, my god,” you drawled, drool seeping out from your mouth, “ah – s-so good, toji! oh – fuuuuck!”
toji just gave a loud groan as he bottomed out, feeling your cunt clench around his length so deliciously. his tip kissed every sensitive spot within your velvet walls, you could've cum just from that.
kento stepped towards you, tipping your chin up and gently squishing your cheeks. “don't forget about me, now.” his raspy voice reached your ears and you looked up at your boyfriend, his cock standing proud in front of your face. you stuck your tongue out, feeling the hefty weight of kento’s length on it. him and toji were almost the same size and it made you even more drenched to be filled up to the brim on both ends. kento pushed his hips forward at an agonizing pace, leaving you to savor the salty precum on your tastebuds.
you whined, feeling his girth stretch the corners of your mouth, drool dripping down your lips. kento groaned, looking down at you proudly. “taking us so well, love,” he looked at toji, “right, toji?”
toji behind you was trying not to bust a but right there, feeling full from the plug in his ass and your tight heat enveloping his length. “s-so good, so – fuck – so tight,” the black-haired man whined. he wordlessly pleaded with kento to let him move and kento nodded. toji set a slow pace, trying to get used to your cunt wrapping around him so tightly. “f-fuck, pussy doesn't even wanna let me go,” toji mumbled, a smirk on his lips.
you whined around kento’s cock, the vibration adding to the wet stimulation of your mouth. your boyfriend started moving in the same pace as toji, cocks filling you in tandem.
once you got used to the leisure pace, your gag reflex easing away with every thrust and tears pricking at your eyes, kento picked it up first. your throat constricted around his length, making him shudder and moan. he looked down at you, admiring your fucked out face, your tear-stained cheeks and your spit-slicked lips. you looked up at him, feeling the hearts forming in your pupils. your heart swelled when kento gave you a proud smile and toji grunted, his abs flexing with every thrust and strong hands gripping your waist bruisingly.
“gooddd, feels so good – s-so fucking tight,” he moaned, looking at kento and licking his lips. the tip of his cock was rubbing against your g-spot, with every thrust making you see stars. the men both leaned forward, mouths meeting in the middle. it was messy, teeth clashing and spit everywhere. kento’s hand gripped toji’s throat, feeling his quickened pulse under the callouses. the damp skin felt hot, their musk and the smell of sex permeating the air. you heard toji whimper, his thrusts turning arrhythmic. adjusting your head slightly, you looked at them making out. you felt a shiver going down your spine and clenched around toji, feeling your high draw closer and closer.
kento held your head close to him, thrusting into your throat. spit dripped down, covering his balls and your chin. it was so messy, you were dripping from both ends, debauchery at its best. and you were loving every second of it.
kento parted from toji to gasp, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart. y’r gonna take it all like a good girl, yeah?”
you tried your best to nod. you inhaled deeply, your nose filled with his musk and pressed against his pubic hair. you whimpered when he gave his last erratic thrusts, slightly gagging around him. he buried himself in your throat before letting out a low groan, his hot cum hitting the back of your throat and running down. you swallowed around him, feeling his balls tighten against your chin.
kento’s orgasm triggered a chain reaction and before you could even react, you were gushing around toji’s cock. liquid sprayed out of you, the force pushing toji’s length out of you momentarily. kento pulled you off of him and you gasped, a string of spit connecting your lips and his still hard cock. you swallowed the last of his cum, breathing heavy. toji slapped his cock against your twitching clit before he reentered you, rocking his hips slowly, his own orgasm approaching rapidly.
“how're you feeling, my love?” kento’s voice breached through the post-orgasm haze. his fingers gently caressed your cheeks and he leaned down to you. “soo good, ken, he’s so – so deep,” you whined hoarsely, leaning into his warm touch. “didn't know he had that hiding in his pants,” you giggled, absolutely cockdrunk and trying to catch your breath.
toji’s rutted his hips into you, his heavy balls smacking against your clit. he leaned over you so his chest was flush to your back. his chest hair and piercings tickled you and his head was right next to yours. you could hear the lewd squelches of your cunt getting ruined and toji’s nosies of pure bliss right in your ear.
“and you, toji?”
“just – ugh – p-peachy. fuuuck, this pussy feels so good,” he groaned, a few thrusts away from his own high. his tip nudged against the gummy spot again. just one, two, three thrusts and he emptied himself into the condom. you could feel his hot cum inside you and you whined, your fuzzy brain wishing he came inside. maybe next time.
he stayed buried inside you for a few more seconds, relishing in your warm wet cavern. he pulled out, forcing a whine out of you at the emptiness. he slid off the condom with a hiss, tying it shut and tossing it somewhere into the pile of clothes on the floor.
you both flopped onto your backs with eyes closed, feeling kento slide between you. both you and toji curled into his arms, neither minding the sticky feeling of sweat. “you're adorable,” kento murmured, rubbing your backs and giving each of you a gentle peck on the forehead. soreness settled into your muscles but despite that, your pussy throbbed in need, not quite satisfied yet. judging on the hungry look in both men’s eyes, neither were they.
kento turned towards toji, rubbing their noses against each other affectionately. “what is it?” he inquired, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. toji squirmed, feeling the plug nudge against his prostate again and he whined. pulling kento closer, they shared a heated kiss. one that made both of their cocks throb to life and your cunt clench around nothing. “wan’ you t’fuck me, please,” toji whimpered, barely audible. one of his hands sliding down to kento’s length and moving it along the shaft. your smaller hand joined, creating delicious friction for kento who bucked his hips into the touch.
“yeah? wanna be filled up finally?” he breathlessly asked, groaning at your lips on his neck. toji nodded, quickening the pace of his hand. kento threw his head back against the sheets, his grip on you iron-clad. the beads of precum drooling out of his tip made the ordeal so deliciously wet, the smell of sex filling your nostrils.
he sighed in bliss, “o-okay, gotta let go of me though before i cum.” taking both of your hands off his length, he sat up. “i wanna try something if you're up for it,” he spoke, piquing your interest.
he manoeuvred you into his desired position, legs spread and your swollen cunt on full display. toji was kneeling before you, another condom covering his dick. kento stepped behind him with his own latex-covered length, gently pulling on the plug in toji’s ass. the black-haired man fell onto his hands, breathing ragged and his cock twitching against your pussy. you started moving your hips against him, your juices making his cock glisten.
kento lubed his own cock up, gliding it against toji’s hole and started slowly pushing in. the tip was barely in and toji whimpered, the stretch unfamiliar but welcomed. “come on, fuck ‘em, it'll feel so much better,” kento mumbled into his ear, hands sliding to his front to play with his pierced nipples.
with shaky hands, toji grabbed your waist and started sliding into your cunt. you whined, holding onto your legs to keep them nice and wide, just like kento wanted. it made the whole ordeal even hotter, you could see your walls being stretched by toji’s girth. “fuuuuck,” everyone groaned in unison, both men’s eyes fixated on how your cunt gripped onto toji.
you looked up at your boyfriends flushed face, your gazes meeting. he gave you the proudest smile before sinking his teeth into toji’s neck. the other man moaned, his hips suddenly pushing forward and him bottoming out. his tip was nudging against your g-spot again and you could see a little bulge in your tummy. “so fucking big, oh my god,” you whimpered, one hand coming down to draw slow circles on your clit.
you felt the swollen nub throb under your fingers, muscles straining to hold the position but the expression on the men’s faces was worth it all. pride, pleasure bordering on pain, the noises coming from the both. kento hummed, pride filling his chest as he watched you take his best friend’s cock like a champ. “mmmmh – fuuck, sucking him in so good. doesn’t that pussy feel so good, baby? so tight and wet just f’you?”
toji could only nod, brain fuzzy from the stimulation on either end. kento’s teasing tone and your clenching cunt around him had him putty between you. he even spread his legs wider when kento started pushing further, inch by inch. you could feel every twitch of his cock inside you and you started to move your hips in little circles to distract him from the slightly painful stretch. kento was all the way in soon enough, still playing with toji’s nipples and whispering sweet praise into his ear. he felt toji’s hole clench repeatedly around his length and he groaned, “god, so fuckin’ tight, y’feel so good.”
after a few beats of silence, save for the heavy breathing of everyone, kento started moving his hips. slowly, gently, as to not overwhelm the man under him. his abs flexed with each move, feeling the tightness slowly edge away. toji whimpered, the pain of the stretch turning into pleasure, especially when the tip of kento’s cock pressed against his prostate so deliciously. his hips jumped, pressing flush against yours. you felt him twitch inside you again before he started moving you on his cock like a fleshlight. his strength training paying off as he pushed and pulled you like nothing.
it didn't take long for the harsh plap, plap, plap of skin slapping against skin to come out. each snap of hips harsher than the last, everyone's senses heightened at the premise of cumming.
you were first, your walls throbbing in the telling way toji had felt just moments before. “gonna cum on my cock again? yeah? fuck, feels so-o good,” he grunted, his hands gripping your boobs and rough fingers playing with your pert nipples. one of his hands snuck down to your clit, his calloused thumb gently flicking it back and forth. you felt hot pleasure course through you and clamped around toji’s cock faster than you could even think of responding.
he fucked you through it, desperate for his own release. he felt so full from kento’s cock in him and so snug between your walls. he was surprised he didn't cum right when he slid into you. feeling your walls clench around him had him give you one, two, three deep thrusts before emptying his full balls into the condom. you wished, again, that there was no barrier between you, wanted to feel him wholly.
last but definitely not least was kento, feeling toji’s asshole grip onto him like a vice and rendering him almost unable to move. his low groans filled the room alongside your pants. you were watching as kento’s brows furrowed in concentration, sweat running down his chest as he exerted himself by giving toji the meanest backshots. you felt his thrust inside you, as toji had basically collapsed onto you, with your hand in his hair and one reaching towards kento.
he intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling toji’s hips towards him. you heard toji whimper “too much, too much!” and scratched his scalp soothingly.
“you can do it, just a little longer, yeah? doing so well for us,” you whispered in his ear and he gave a weak nod, rocking his hips against kento’s. the pleasured noises felt so small for a big man like him and that dichotomy had your mind reeling.
it didn't take much longer for kento to cum, buried deep in his best friend’s ass, emptying himself into the condom. he squeezed your hand so tightly, you got scared he would collapse. he stayed inside him for a few more seconds before slowly pulling out, watching as the hole started clenching rhythmically, missing the fullness already.
toji pulled out of you as well, rolling onto his back and you whimpered at the emptiness. straightening your legs, you felt a dull ache settle into your bones. toji was close to passing out beside you and let out a panicked yelp when kento pulled the condom off his overstimulated spent cock to throw it away.
he joined you soon enough on the sheets, all three sweaty bodies were sprawled on the bed, everyone trying to calm down from what just happened. you sat up first, trying to get up from the cuddle pile. “where are you going, my love?” kento asked with a whiny voice, missing your warmth already. “just gonna try and get some water,” you whispered. he pulled you back and you curled against his chest. “i can get it in a minute, let me enjoy this,” his voice rumbled through his chest.
toji was splayed out like a starfish, eyes closed and chest moving up and down rhythmically. kento’s hand was in his hair, patting his head affectionately. “did so well, toji. such a good boy,” he mumbled and toji gave a half smile, feeling his heart pump faster at the affectionate tone. “thank you. next time i have a breakup, i'll give y'all a call.”
everyone let out a tiny laugh and you responded: “sure thing, we’ll be here for you, one way or another.
can we try it the other way 'round next time?”
tags: thank you @togamest and @teddybeartoji for fueling my brainrot about them <3 and thank you to @sunarc and @nkogneatho for beta-reading and helping me when stuck <3 @kentocidal @lxnarphase @tojisrichbabymama @tojancy @shaguro @ohsuguru @neptuneblue
Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
As someone who spent over a decade catering luxury events, let me add some back of house info:
These events are almost always open bar. They're not trying to make their money back on alcohol. They want you to drink and eat and donate generously.
If there are cocktails, there will be at most two on offer, pre-made in large tubs. You cannot order a different version, it is what it is.
There are two types of events: cocktail style or seated. The first includes roaming hors d'oeuvres or a fancy buffet with tiny plates called a grazing station. For a long night, the roaming food will get a little bigger throughout the evening and have a 'main' at some point based around a protein.
A seated event will usually be more structured and may include multiple courses. Silver service is not in vogue anymore. You are likely to get either alternating meals brought to you like at a wedding, or served banquet style. A good caterer can get a plate to everyone in a 300 person event in about three minutes.
Drunk people are the same no matter how expensive their suits. They still laugh too loud, spill their drinks and slip on the dance floor. They are usually less embarrassed about doing coke in the bathrooms.
A full scale event that starts at 6pm will have staff arriving at noon to begin setup. Earlier if there's a light show or pyrotechnics. Typically venues don't just have 30 tables and three hundred chairs lying around, let alone table cloths, chair covers, etc. It's all rented and brought in on the day. Bands and DJs will be running audio tests in the background throughout.
Most heritage buildings that host these things, like museums and manor houses, aren't really designed for them. They might put down mats so you're not walking in stilettos over two hundred year old wooden floors, the kitchens are weirdly far away, and there are not enough taps. There is never anywhere for staff to sit, so if you open the wrong door you might find half a dozen waiters sitting on upturned milk crates in a room full of million dollar paintings, eating the left over bread.
Really old buildings don't have enough bathrooms, which means the staff will be sharing with the guests.
Clean up starts the second the event ends, if not sooner. Unattended glasses will start to disappear first, then table decorations. When the timer ticks over, the lights come back on and exhausted staff strip the tables, pack up dirty glasses and unopened wine bottles and have to Tetris it all into the back of a van. The venue is booked for that day only, so everything has to be gone before anyone can go home. A large event that finishes at midnight might take until 3am to be cleared away.
These are very long and physically demanding nights for anyone working them. The staff all get to know each other, and will absolutely notice someone trying to sneak in wearing a borrowed uniform. They are not being paid enough to care.
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If you see a police car or a cop with a speaker looking thing on it, FUCKING RUN. It's known as an LRAD (Long Range Acoustic Device), a device that, when activated, can permanently damage your hearing and cause serious harm. If you're too close, you'll be left in a lot of pain and squirming on the ground permanently deaf. Ear plugs do not work. Unless you have one of those shooting range headphones, you do not stand a chance against them. Again, if you see them pull up, RUN. This is what they look like.
Summary: When you see Choso, it's different every time. Every summer, he's a little taller. Every summer, his voice is a little deeper, a little richer. Every summer he's more handsome. And as you both grow together, so does your love.
** A story of love blooming between two individuals over many, many summers.
Pairing: Choso Kamo x F! Reader
A/N: This story contains depictions of drowning and will have NSFW themes/content. Minors DNI
○ PROLOGUE: The Day We Met ○ You were nine years old when you'd laid eyes on the ocean for the first time. You had no idea that the ocean would also bring you to the boy who would hold your heart one day.
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○ CHAPTER 2: Our Summers ○ A journey through time and all the inevitable changes.
Episode Summary: The season has begun! Which one of these contestants will be the first to make an impression on your heart?
STORY TWIST: READERS WILL VOTE AFTER CERTAIN CHAPTERS TO CHOOSE WHO GETS A ROSE AND MAKES IT TO THE NEXT WEEK. KEEP A LOOKOUT FOR THE VOTING LINK AT THE END OF CHAPTERS
Story Warning: DRAMA, lying and scheming, REVERSE HAREM, profanity bc I can only be me, arguments, fights probably, heartbreak and tears, (more to come)
Artist Credit: momoya348, Umbra3terna, ilameys,maoyaoyao519, _0_0219 Divider Credit: Cafekitsune (Tumblr)
A/N: sorry it took so long! i said it would be up the next day but yall know i lie
Apparently, you were the perfect pick for the show. At least, that’s what the producers had told you as they spent weeks screening you for this and prepping you for what was to be expected.
“She’s not heavily involved in society, but can still see curses,” they’d said.
“And none of the Sorcerers would know her either since she’s practically nobody in society,” they’d note.
“No expectations from someone like her,” they’d comment.
And all the while, you sat there, letting them pick apart your life.
A window – hardly useful, new to Kyoto so the chances were slim that you had met any of the men who had signed up for the show, a nobody, just…there. Unimpressive, plain, hardly a step above the non-gifted. And somehow, you were supposed to win the heart of one of these men.
- - - - - -
Jesse stands before you, a wide smile on his face when he asks, “Feeling nervous?”
“Just a little.” That feels like an understatement
“Anything you’re looking for in one of these Sorcerers?” Jesse pushes. You’ve honestly got to give it to Jesse. He’s a great host. You’ve gotten more comfortable with him in the short time you’ve been speaking. You think he’s a nice person. At least while the cameras are on.
“Nothing in particular, Jesse,” you respond. “You know, I’m pretty open right now. Just looking to find someone who speaks to my heart.”
Now you’re just pulling things out of your ass, because where did that come from?
“Good, good.” Jesse pauses briefly, taking a dramatic inhale of breath before he speaks your name. “Alright, listen. The first man who will be competing for your heart should be pulling up here shortly. Best of luck. But, I have a strong feeling there’s going to be someone out here for you that will end up sweeping you off your feet…” He leans forward and embraces you once more. Then he turns and speaks directly into the camera, where all the viewers at home can see. “Remember, this is a very special season in more ways than one. While our Bachelorette tries to find her soulmate, you, the viewers at home, are in charge of choosing who will not be receiving a rose for eliminations.”
Your head snaps to the camera and you see the cameraman swivel the large machine so that Jesse’s head blocks your wide eyed, open mouthed stare.
“Hopefully these men know how to make an impression, because that will greatly sway you viewers. Be sure to tune in…” He claps his hands together. “And with that…let the journey begin.”
Jesse is off before you can even call after him, not sparing you a glance as his assistants swarm around him out of view of the camera. There’s a lot of movement that follows as Jesse leaves you standing outside of the Bachelorette mansion in what now feels like the frigid cold. Was it always this freezing? Was your dress always so tight, so suffocating? You feel like you can’t breathe.
The viewers. That’s what Jesse had said on live television. The viewers would be deciding who moved forward?! That was not what was advertised! This was not what you were told would be happening! You were supposed to be choosing for yourself!
How could you possibly find the love of your life among a group of Sorcerers you’d be meeting for the first time in your life. Not to mention, you had to depend on the viewers of the world to decide who was your soulmate?! They didn’t even know you! How could you trust them with your heart? How would they know who would be the one best suited to take care of it?
Hell, you don’t even know who would be the one best suited for that. But the only thing you are certain of is that this is a mistake. A very big, very stupid mistake.
How could you have let Utahime talk you into this? Let this be the last time you’re swayed by that drunkard!
Your eyes dart around, trying not to catch the attention of the many people surrounding you at the moment. The crew is busy fiddling with the lighting. The sound team is checking and adjusting mics. The cameramen are moving into position to catch every possible angle. And suddenly you feel more exposed, more vulnerable than ever. You need to get out of here, quickly.
Spinning on your heel, you take a single step forward in an attempt to dart past all of the commotion, hopefully unnoticed. But the moment you turn around, you hit a wall. At least what feels like a wall. But the only thing standing between you and your escape is one very tall man dressed in a nice and clearly incredibly expensive suit.
Your gaze climbs up this man’s body and you’re met with a pair of the most insanely (and downright terrifying) pair of blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. They sit behind a pair of sunglasses (it’s nighttime?) so dark, you can’t see a thing through them. And atop this man’s head sits a head full of stark white hair. He’s so…unnatural looking. Almost alien-like, but beautiful nonetheless.
Still. It doesn’t change the fact that less than two seconds ago, you’re absolutely positive that this man was not here.
“Hey there,” he says, a lopsided grin on his face.
It’s then that reality crashes down on you. That this strange-looking man appearing out of thin air feels real. And you let out a blood-curdling, earsplitting shriek that has the staff gasping and screaming along with you. You quickly stagger backwards. And because you seem to be blessed with nothing but bad luck tonight, your heel of course catches in the ridges of the outdoor tile. You’re sure to be tumbling to the ground soon and you can only pray the cameras aren’t trained on you when you inevitably hit the floor. You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the impact to come.
But it never does. You’re sort of just…floating there. You hesitantly peek through one eye, aware that you’re now in the arms of the man who had appeared out of nowhere. His eyes stare down at you, a hint of amusement behind them as he holds you to his chest. Well, you think it’s his chest? It feels like you’re touching him…but not? It’s such a strange sensation. Is this his cursed technique? It has you reaching up and almost pressing your hand to the man’s chest. That is, until you realize what you’re about to do. Aghast, you scramble out of his hold and straighten yourself up.
What was it the producers had told you in preparation? Stand tall and confidently. Even if you don’t feel confident, you’ll at least be able to look confident.
Well, you definitely don’t feel confident, and you doubt you look confident either. But you clear your throat quietly anyway, folding your hands in front of you and offer this man a polite smile.
“Thank you,” you mutter.
He chuckles, slipping his hands into his pockets as he peers at you from over the rim of his glasses. He purses his lips together, taking you in. Then that grin from earlier is back, like he approves of what he sees. “Any time.”
You’re not sure who the hell this man is. If he’s a contestant on the show, he shouldn’t be here yet. He’s supposed to be pulling up in a stretch limo and let out in front of you so that introductions can be done properly. You wait for him to introduce himself, but instead he just stands there, a shit eating grin sitting on his lips. Like you’re just supposed to know who he is.
Should you? Maybe you should.
He waits there…staring, annoyingly if you’re being honest.
So you wait, too. Because isn’t he supposed to be impressing you? Not the other way around. He’s clearly a sorcerer. You can feel the light airiness his cursed energy exudes, but you can’t for the life of you pinpoint who he is. Maybe it’s your nerves. Maybe you’re still on edge from this entire experience. Or maybe it’s the way your heart is still racing from him scaring the absolute shit out of you fifteen seconds ago. Either way, this guy seems awfully sure of himself and his expectation for you to show him some sort of reaction to his presence.
But you can’t place who he is. Mentally, you want to kick yourself for the way you always checked out, daydreaming about cheese fries instead of listening to Utahime give you the 411 on all of the sorcerers she knew. It would probably come in handy right about now.
When you don’t give this stranger the reaction he’s waiting for, you watch as his brows slowly knit together behind those glasses of his and his mouth turns down with a scowl.
“I thought a sorcerer would be more…” He waves his hand in the air lazily. “...excited about this.”
You fix him with a deadpan look. “You popped up out of nowhere, then almost knocked me on my a–”, you glance over to one of the cameras quickly. It stares back at you, one of many giant eyes suddenly hovering to catch every expression and word from you and televise it to the world. So really, you should be more careful about what you say. “I mean…you came out of nowhere and scared the crap out of me!”
You toss in a laugh to lighten up the mood, and let the man know you’re not upset even though deep down your heart is still hammering against your ribcage from his annoying little stunt.
Annoying…
…Stunt
Suddenly it hits you. Through the fog of cheese fry filled memories, you can hear Utahime’s drunken slurring come through.
“Everything’s a fucking joke to him. He takes nothing seriously. I hate that guy so much! Him and that dumbass blindfold and that damn forcefield he keeps up around him. Gojo Satoru can kiss my ass.”
And because he’s Gojo fucking Satoru, he can see the instant you realize he’s him written all over your face.
“Looks like you finally figured it out.” He’s as cocky as Utahime told you he was.
Even still, you hadn’t paid it any mind because you hadn’t expected the strongest sorcerer in a thousand fucking years to be standing in front of you on a damn dating show.
He saunters over to you, long legs quickly closing the distance. Then he’s taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his shiny pink lips. And you must look like a deer in the headlights, staring up at him with wide eyes, mouth open slightly as The Strongest, places a soft kiss to the back of your hand.
“I’m Satoru,” he breathes against your skin, and from your peripheral, you see the cameras move closer to catch this gesture.
They’re so close, you can even hear the staff whispering worriedly behind you: “Wait, wasn’t everyone’s montage supposed to be in black and white?” and “Why are his photos in color?” and “Something about his eyes? I don’t know.” and “Management’s gonna kill us.”
When Satoru pulls away, he’s smiling down at you. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to his height. “You’re…stunning,” he speaks with an air of disbelief. And you can’t help it. You swoon for him immediately. It’s kind of pathetic, really. “As The Strongest, I think I’m the only one here capable of taking care of your heart.”
Again, you hear the staff behind you, men and women alike sighing and quietly squealing. You respond with a sweet smile and a genuine laugh because, although a little cheesy, that was definitely a good line. “Maybe so.”
You think he likes your cheekiness, because he’s beaming now. “Definitely so. And I can’t wait to prove it.” He kisses your hand again. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” Satoru gives you his most radiant smile and you can’t help but return it. “I’ll see you inside.”
And with that, he’s gone in an instant, like he was never there. It’s just you, with your hand still in the air and the impression of Satoru’s cursed energy before you…and the impression he’s already left on your heart.
You turn to the camera, pressing your hand to your rapidly beating heart. “He’s so charming.” It comes out as more of a sigh and you think you can hear Utahime groaning, see her rolling her eyes all the way from her couch. But you can’t help it! You just met the Satoru Gojo!
Unfortunately, you don’t have time to dwell too much on Satoru’s unique entrance because shortly after he poofs out of sight, you hear the sounds of tires approaching. With a wide grin to the camera and the audience watching, you spin back around and try to calm your nerves for the next arrival.
“We’re already off to a good start.” The cameras move into position, ready to capture everything. “Looks like the next contestant’s coming. Wonder what he’ll be like.”
Just as you finish speaking, a long, black and luxurious limousine rounds the corner and pulls into the lengthy driveway. You steady yourself, feeling optimistic after your first meeting. It’s as though all the nerves and apprehension you’d felt earlier were washed away. You can’t help but feel giddy now, eager to meet this next contestant as the limousine comes to a stop.
But as the driver exits the vehicle – a small, sweaty and almost sickly looking man – he comes around to the back of the limo and opens the door...only to see that the backseat is empty. He peers inside, then whips around when he finally sees there truly is no one in there. You can see his face begin to go almost green, his black rimmed glasses fogging as he stutters out, “H-has Gojo-san a-already arrived?”
He’s trembling, this poor man, and you simply give him a nod. Was he supposed to be bringing Satoru to you? If so, he failed miserably at his task.
The driver looks like he’s about two seconds away from passing out and the camera crew pick up on it, scurrying forward to catch his expression. He’s panic-stricken, murmuring to himself and it’s just loud enough for you to make out a “I hope Gojo-san doesn’t hit me when he’s back. How did I not notice he wasn’t there anymore? It was so quiet in the backseat. I must have simply enjoyed the rare peace I was given and didn’t question it...Oh, I’m so dead–”
He hurries back around to the drivers side without sparing a glance back, quickly hopping inside and taking off. The tires smoke and screech as he speeds around the corner, driving far too fast for any limousine to be moving.
The cameras pan back to you, and you smile uncomfortably, an equally uncomfortable laugh bubbling up from your chest. You shrug to the audience because what can you even say to that?
Dealing directly with sorcerers is already proving to be more chaotic than you imagined.
The next limo pulls forward not long after Satoru’s and the nervous pale man, and one of the most striking men you’ve ever seen steps out easily. He makes eye contact with you immediately, confidently. And it sends chills up your spine. He’s just barely shorter than Satoru, with a face carved by the gods, shiny blonde hair that looks so soft and probably smells incredible, and deep brown eyes that have definitely seen some shit in his line of work. They house deep bags under them. You wonder when the last time he got a good night’s rest was.
The man strolls across the driveway, so handsome in his khaki suit. You take that time to let your eyes rake over his form. Utahime didn’t tell you that these sorcerers were so damn big. If you had been given a warning, you’re sure you wouldn’t look like an idiot drooling over only the second guy you’ve seen tonight.
When he’s about arms length away from you, he stops suddenly and bows. It’s a perfect 90 degree formal greeting and you return it politely. This man must really care about customs and tradition. Surprisingly, you find that quite attractive.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he greets when he stands. His voice ignites goosebumps along your skin. It’s deep, rough and if you’re being honest, fucking sexy. “I’m Kento Nanami.”
“For now, you can simply refer to me as Nanami until we become more familiar.”
His words confirm your first impression of him. This man carries an air of confidence that makes you feel like you can trust him with your life. You know that sounds dramatic, but it’s a trait that is highly valued in the Sorcerer world. You’ve never seen a battlefield in your life, but you think that if you had a cursed technique, you’d want to go head to head against a curse with Nanami.
The cameras have moved forward again, just in time to catch you grinning like a goofy idiot. Nanami is the polar opposite of Satoru, in a good way. He’s far more serious and stoic than Satoru, but for some reason, you have a feeling that there’s more to him beneath the surface. You’re willing to bet he’s a lot more sensitive and caring than he lets on. You’re hoping you get to see that side of him soon.
“It’s so nice to meet you too, Nanami. You can call me by my first name. No need to be formal with me.”
Nanami presses his lips into a thin line. Like he doesn’t want to agree to that, but he doesn’t argue about it. And though brief, you see his eyes quickly snap up and down your form, taking you in so fast you almost miss it. “You look beautiful,” he tells you. And while his voice gives nothing away, you see the tips of his ears grow a little more crimson.
‘Cute.’ You can’t help but think. Yep, he’s so clearly adorably soft and shy underneath that hard exterior. Interesting. It gives you a small boost in confidence for a second. Someone as attractive as Nanami finds you beautiful. Of course you feel good about yourself.
“You’re very…”
‘Very what? Sexy? Ripped? Built like a fucking house?’
“...good looking yourself.”
‘Yeah, reel in the horny, please.’
Nanami gives you what looks to be the smallest smile you’ve ever seen and much like how you reacted to Satoru, you swoon for him too, heart racing in your chest. You can't help it. He’s just so cute!
“I’m happy to be here. Really lovely meeting you. I'll be seeing you again soon.”
With that, he gives you another bow and that shy smile that you can’t wait to see again. Then he’s moving past you and into the mansion to join Satoru. The cameras face you now and you mouth “wow” into the lens. When you turn back around to ready yourself for the next contestant, you hear the mansion’s door swing open behind you and what you swear is the faint sound of Satoru screaming, “NANAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”.
You hope to know more about Nanami soon. He really seems as though he has a lot to offer once he opens up. You’d love to be the one he opens up for.
Just like after Satoru, the next person arrives shortly after Nanami and the cameras move into position quickly. The limo has barely parked when several people who are definitely not contestants (how did they all fit in there?!) jump out from the vehicle and swiftly form a line along the pathway to you.
There’s a shirtless man with heart-shaped nipples that opens the door and after one very long minute has passed, a man exits the vehicle.
Right away, you’re taken aback by how breathtaking this man is. His long black hair is lustrous, voluminous and hangs freely down his back with half of it tied up in a top knot. He’s as beautiful as the two men before him, standing tall in a dark blue form-fitted suit.
His deep violet eyes scan along his surroundings until they land on you at the end of the path, waiting for him. He meets you with a smile so sweet, it almost scares you. And as he strolls towards you, you see why. Every person who had lined the path previously falls forward as the man passes, bowing at an even more perfect 90 degrees than Nanami did just moments before. They offer him praise as he goes.
It’s freaky, downright strange. It’s almost like they worship him.
Now, while everyone in the Jujutsu world knows who Satoru Gojo is because of his reputation, he was actually quite a rare sight. Always busy, always out and about keeping Japan from being wiped from the earth. It wasn’t easy to catch sight of Satoru unless he wanted you to see him, you were a student or staff at the Tokyo campus, or unless you were an unfortunate curse coming face-to-face with him. And so, a little small town Window like yourself had no idea what he looked like in person and a brief description from Utahime hadn’t helped much.
But this man heading your way? Everyone, even Windows, knew who he was and what he looked like. His reputation preceded him, and not in a good way. His air is a lot more intimidating, menacing even. And he’s just as pretty in real life than in any picture you had seen. They did not do him justice. So you were ill-prepared when you realized that heading towards you, with the most stomach churning aura was none other than the worst Curse User of all time, Suguru Geto.
When he reaches you, without a word, he waves a hand and those kneeling behind him shoot up to standing position immediately. They chant “Thank you, Master Geto” in unison, bowing once more before they all pile into the vehicle and leave the vicinity.
It’s creepy…and intriguing all at the same time. You’d never seen anything like that before. So all intel given to Sorcerers and Windows alike weren’t exaggerating. This man really was operating as some strange cult leader. And now the show has captured all of that live on camera.
How was he even able to get on the show anyway? He’s a curse user, not a Sorcerer.
He peers down at you, brows knitted together as he takes you in. He’s quiet for quite some time. Even the crew is on edge, the tension palpable.
When Suguru meets your gaze, it’s almost as though he’s not looking at you at all. More like he’s looking past you. He raises a hand, reaching towards the side of your head, and your eyes drift shut, only for a brief second before you hear a soft whirring right behind your head, and can just make out a soft blue glow highlighting the man’s features.
It’s over as quickly as it began, and when Suguru brings his hand back, he holds a small black and gold ball in front of your face. You peer up at him again, and his eyes are closed in a pretty crescent shape as he beams down at you.
“There must be some mon– humans on staff if there are little flyheads buzzing around freely like this.” He’s making a face, like he’s holding down vomit just having to utter the word humans and for some reason this makes you laugh. Out of finding it genuinely funny? Out of fear? Out of nerves? Who knows? But, your laughter dies down after a few seconds and your eyes fall to the ball in his hand again.
“Did you just…absorb a curse?” You’d heard of his cursed technique, but obviously hadn’t seen it in action before. Until now.
Suguru chuckles softly, the sound making you shiver. You’re not sure if it’s in a good way or not. “I would need to swallow it later to truly absorb it, but I’ll spare you the sight for now.”He tucks the curse into his pocket, then he’s taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his chest where he presses his lips to the back of your hand sweetly.
Right. Him and Satoru used to be the best of friends. You’re sure they’ve used the same pick up lines on other people that they’ll probably end up using on you. You’re only hoping they’re here for genuine reasons. But more than that, you just hope that they’ll be able to coexist with each other.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” Suguru purrs, his lips curling into a bright smile. “More than I was expecting.”
You’re not sure what he means by the last part, but who cares? You’re fucking swooning again.
No wonder he and that blue eyed bastard were so close at one point. Two beautiful men that know how to say all the right things. It makes you feel shy, like a child trying to talk to her schoolyard crush and the cameras are quick to capture your expressions and broadcast them to the world.
“Thank you so much. You are, too.”
And because he’s Suguru Geto – charismatic, playful, manipulative – he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. It’s your first kiss of the night from any of the men so far, and this one has your stomach doing flips, has your heart crawling up your throat.
You give him a wide smile and he shakes his head like he’s just in disbelief. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you acknowledge again.
“I’m so glad to be here. Can’t wait to get to know you more.”
“Likewise.”
Suguru kisses your cheek again before he waves goodbye and heads towards the mansion. You watch as he retreats, and for a second you think he doesn’t seem that bad. Except…he’s a fucking mass murderer.
You really need to pull yourself together.
There are still four more people to meet, but so far, you’re enjoying this experience. You don’t think you’ll mind meeting the others and you’re definitely looking forward to spending more time with the men already inside.
At least, you think so. Because just as the director calls “CUT” for commercial break, the hairs on the back of your neck stand high as you feel the telltale rush of two very opposite sources of cursed energy flare from inside the mansion. Those in the crew with even a smidge of cursed energy feel it too, because their heads snap over towards the building the men will reside in as well.
IN THE MANSION
“And then Yuji was like– what if we just put Panda in the exhibit? How much do you think it will freak everyone out when he stands up and just starts talking?!” Gojo speaks to Nanami enthusiastically. He’s waving his arms retelling the story, bursting into raucous laughter. “I swear that kid is hilarious!”
Nanami stares patiently at the wall ahead of him. In all honesty, he hasn’t heard a word Gojo has said. That’s usually how things go between them. Gojo rambles, Nanami grunts with feigned interest and eventually, Gojo gets bored and leaves to bother someone else. Unfortunately for him, with none of the students around or Principal Yaga, Nanami is now his sole target.
But Nanami doesn’t care about that right now. He’s thinking about you, and how he should have said more, made more of an impression. Now he’s inwardly beating himself up since he stepped into the house and was greeted by his colleague. He wonders if he’ll stand out among the other contestants. He should have put himself out there with you instead of scurrying off as soon as he had the chance.
It’s just that…you’re a lot more stunning than Nanami had anticipated and the moment he saw you, he’d reverted into formalities and awkwardness. It reminded him of how he was in high school.
Nanami is drowning out Gojo with thoughts of you and how he could possibly get more one-on-one time with you later tonight when he hears Gojo suddenly shut up. He peers up briefly, catching sight of Gojo’s scowl, brows furrowed harshly as he stares hard at the entryway. Another contestant must be here, one that Gojo isn’t particularly fond of.
And Nanami knew exactly who that would be.
The moment those soft steps carry in Curse User, Suguru Geto, Nanami instantly finds himself in the center of a pissing match of their cursed energies fighting for dominance in the room. Unlike most Sorcerers and curses, Suguru doesn’t fear Gojo in the slightest. Most people would cower away, move to the other side of the room and take a seat. But not Suguru. In fact, he strides right over to where his two old classmates sit on the sofa – Gojo on the end, Nanami in the center and now, Suguru on the other end of the sofa.
He grins tauntingly at Gojo, who holds his stare. “Nanami,” he greets, not even bothering to look at the blonde. His eyes are locked on his target. “Satoru…”
“Geto-san,” Nanami nods curtly. “Didn’t think we’d be seeing you here.”
Suguru hums cheerily. “Well, I suddenly found myself in the market for love.”
Satoru snorts, rolling his eyes. “You? Like you’d know how to love anyone besides yourself.”
Nanami sighs between the two men, already feeling his annoyance begin to build up. He had not missed these petty arguments.
“Oh, you know I’m capable of loving more than just myself,” Suguru purrs and Nanami can feel Gojo’s cursed energy waver slightly. Beside him, Suguru chuckles happily. Probably because he got the reaction he was looking for and so easily, too. “Anyway, Nanami, I’m truly surprised to see you here. You don’t strike me as someone interested in romantic relationships.”
Nanami doesn’t reply. Instead, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling a headache already coming on. There were days where he had hoped to have Geto and Gojo be able to coexist in the same space again, as chaotic as they were together. But if it was going to be like this, they may need to get sent home quickly.
Wait–
Nanami’s eyes shoot open, scanning the room until his gaze falls on the bar across the massive living area. This is the perfect chance to get some time alone with his thoughts.
“Excuse me,” he interjects, pardoning himself from whatever was going on with the two men beside him.
It was time to think about how he can make a better impression, get some time with you after the others have arrived. Maybe even secure a rose tonight. He’s only interested in moving forward with you. And while Gojo and Geto are too busy taking sly digs at each other on the sofa, Nanami’s thoughts are cooking up a petty scheme to get rid of those two as soon as he can.
“You’re lucky I don’t blow a hole through your head right now, Suguru,” Satoru threatens, scowl deepening if possible.
But Suguru just smirks, leaning back against the sofa. “Well, you always were good at blowing my head, weren’t you?” He closes his eyes, smiling wide, like he’s reminiscing on some sweet memory.
It makes Satoru…feel weird. Suguru knows just how to get under his skin in ways that remind him of the old Suguru. But he’s not him anymore. Outside of this, he’s his enemy. In this house, he’s just his competition.
Satoru is here for you. He hasn’t seen his ex…friend in years and it’s bringing up all of these strange feelings that he hasn’t had to face in so long. And to make matters worse, Suguru is here for you, too. Now there’s just another person in the way of him winning your heart. Suguru was always popular with women and men.
Nanami? Satoru could absolutely win against him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Nanami, thinks he’s great and respectable and maybe he’d be a great fit for you. But Satoru would be an even better fit for you. Perfect, even.
But with Suguru here now, there was real competition. And now The Strongest was beginning to doubt himself.
BACK OUTSIDE
“When’s the next contestant supposed to show?” The director calls to someone in the cast.
You’ve been waiting for a while now, and you’re pretty sure you should have been on commercial break twenty minutes ago.
“They’re having car issues,” someone calls back, a phone pressed to their ear.
Great, more waiting. Not that you have anywhere to be. You’re simply here to look pretty and smile when a Sorcerer shows up.
The mansion seems to have calmed down, those cursed energies dissipating and you hope that wasn’t the result of the guys killing each other in there. You don’t know all the gory details of Satoru and Suguru’s relationship. You just know they’re the strongest modern day Sorcerers at the moment, that they used to be extremely close when they were kids and then when Suguru snapped, their friendship quickly went up in flames.
If they had any contact after Suguru’s defection, you’d have no clue. But with the way those cursed energies went into overdrive the moment Suguru entered the mansion, you’re concerned with how their history will affect their time on the show.
You can’t say that you’d hate to be stuck between the middle of those two. How could you? You’re literally on a reality show about being the center of attention for multiple men! And so far, everyone is sexy and charismatic and–
The intense screech of metal scraping along the concrete disrupts your thoughts, and the cameras pan around just in time to catch a limousine rounding the corner and approaching the driveway. The rear tires are completely blown out, the metal wheels barely carrying the vehicle forward. The sounds make you want to cover your ears and hide. The car’s bumper hangs from the back, dragging and knocking loudly along the road as the car moves along. Sparks fly haphazardly across the ground and the smell of burning rubber almost has your eyes watering.
From the corner of your eye, you see another camera swinging around to catch your reaction which is that of astonishment.
“Who is this?!” You speak into the lens, eyes wide like saucers.
The sudden noise of the engine popping and sputtering, surely giving out, pulls your gaze back to the vehicle. It’s stopped for all of three seconds before one enormous fist bursts through the blacked out windows and sends shattered glass flying. Behind you, several people on the crew gasp. That same hand pats around the outside of the car, tattooed muscles flexing until it finally lands on the handle of the door. The chauffeur exits the limo and backs away as quickly and quietly as possible, abandoning their passenger.
And it isn’t until that large hand tears the entire car door from its hinges with little to no effort and tosses it aside carelessly that you see why. Out climbs the largest being you’ve ever seen in your life. No shirt – because how could you dress the four tattooed arms he possesses?! And surely wearing a shirt has to be quite uncomfortable when you have a mouth on your stomach!
It’s clear who this is, because everyone in the Jujutsu world is educated on the strongest curse to have ever existed. And yet you still can’t believe what you’re seeing with your eyes. You need someone else to confirm it for you. And so you turn your head towards the camera, staring straight into it as you shakily ask the audience…
