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When an unforgettable night turning into an unexpected pregnancy, you spiraled in panic when you found out who was the father of the child. The child was born with platinum white hair and bright blue eyes, the main traits of the Imperial family, Gojo.
:: Satoru Gojo x female!reader ::
genre & tags: 18+ mdni, hidden pregnancy, hidden child, royalty!au, medieval!au, slow burn, angst?, dramatic, magic and mana as equals of curses
notes: based on this imagine, but i decided to tweak it a bit after reading dozens of isekai webtoons. i was definitely inspired by chu's masterlist design (don't judge me i'm not good with designs).
You, the daughter of The Grand Duke Kamo, planned to escape marriage arranged by your father by going to the war. You ended up meeting a lovely knight and had a passionate night together...
:: personal trainer!fushiguro toji x female!reader ::
toji was just trying to be professional towards his clients. the most important thing was for him to get the money to spend on gambling. but, who would have thought he would get a wild training session with his most favorite client?
:: contents/tags: š¦šš§š¢ ; p in v, cruel toji, seated cowgirl, creampie, cockwarming, size difference::
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Toji was not the type who love to engage with his clients after training sessions. In fifteen years of his career, he had met a lot of clients. Some of them were gorgeous enough to attract people. Although those gorgeous women tried to take their shot against him, he usually just ignored them.
In the name of professionality.
Or... in the name of avoiding unnecessary dramas (and lost his precious clients).
So, you were one of the anomalies existed. A client, introduced by one of his other (VIP) client, came to his gym with zero knowledge of gym. You had enough money to book for the most expensive trainer, which was Toji, the owner of the gym.
Although he was curious, since you didn't seem like the rich type he would normally teach.
'Probably her rich lover would pay for her,' so he thought.
But, after few sessions of training, he found out you were single, and your job was simply capable to afford his trainings.
So he found out that you were a streamer, with a lower back pain problem from hours of seating. Not like he 100% understood how could people gain money online by internet only. Hence, the session were pretty much needed. Although at first, you would complain because of the muscle pain, but the client who had recommended him towards you, forced you to keep doing it.
And as the trainer who got paid for doing the job properly, he tried to do his best to accommodate you.
In a span of two months, there was a progress. Better stamina, less back pain, stronger build. You were grateful that your investment towards health actually helped you improved your quality of life.
It was all sessions and trainings.
At first, he thought it was like that.
But then, the more he trained with you, the more he wanted to ruin you.
"Go slowly," he grunted, while feeling the tip of his cock slowly entered your warm hole. He could feel your legs trembled, when you went lower and lower. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight, not wanting to fall from the desk chair.
Your legs were caging him in, while you slowly squat on top of him. Your short tights and panties were already off of you, while you were still in your skimpy sport bra. His grip was tight on your hips, as if he wouldn't let you fall straight towards his already hardened cock.
"To-tojiā¦ I can't" you whispered, almost cried from the burn on your thighs. You just had finished your private session with him, and he was exceptionally cruel with his training.
"Nah, you can. Just like earlier training," he said it lazily, sounded like a personal trainer who wanted to cheer you up, although he was enjoying your tortured expression. You were already soaked wet from all of his teasings, and your face basically asked to be fucked.
But, no. Toji wasn't the type to give his clients what they wanted.
He knew, you were already tired from the earlier session. He was intentionally being harsh with your training with your legs, tried to push you beyond your limits.
Although, he was still being nice by giving you an assist.
"Noā¦ It burns badly," you cried, your head shaking hard from his fake encouragement. You didn't know which one is worse, the burn on your thighs, or the stretch from his cock inside of your pussy.
"Mphhātoo bigā¦" you muttered, and Toji chuckled at you.
"Hm? It's a perfect size for a slut like you," he said. Suddenly, his grip were tightened around your hips, holding you in place. You were in an awkward position of a squat, with your ass off of him, half of his cock were inside of you, teasing your sensitive spot. Your thighs burned even worse than before.
Your grip became tighter on his shoulder, even you quickly circled your arms around his neck so you didn't fall immediately.
"Wearing this barely covered sports braā¦ begging to be touched and fucked by your own trainer. Normally, I don't fuck my clients," he said, his back was leaning on the chair, while his eyes were staring at you. There were something intimidating about his stare.
"But I don't mind to fuck my hardworking clients, especially like you."
That was the last thing you heard from him before he pushed you to swallow his whole length. Your ass finally landed on him, while your pussy got stretchedāthe best way possibleā while touching the deepest part of you.
You almost screamed if not for Toji who quickly covered your mouth tight, successfully muffled your scream.
"The gym is still open. Unless you want a participant, keep your voice low," he advised, his tone sounded calm, as if he was just a trainer giving an advice towards his clients.
"I didn't mind though. The more, the merrier, right?" he teased, then he chuckled. You quickly shook your head, not wanting an unannounced visitor to come in and caught you on this position, right on the top of Toji, riding him.
It was hummiliating. You were almost naked, except for your sport bra, and he was still on his full clothing, with his usual ātoo tightā black compression shirt and training pants.
It was just a little threat for you, his dear client. He had already made sure the door was locked, and his schedule was free for the next two hours. But seeing the panic on your face, caused by an announced visitor entertained him.
"Ride me then. Show me the result of your training," he commanded, his hands which were grabbing your hips finally letting you go and rest on the arm rest.
Your thighs were still trembling, but you quickly repositioned yourself to ride him.
You were still trying to adjust to his size, but the stretch was good that you almost moan from the pleasure. But you tried to stay silent, just like he told you to. But after a while, the exhaustion caught on you. Your legs gave up, and you let yourself fell on top of him once more, his cock rested nicely inside of you.
"Huhā¦ I c-can't, Tojiā¦ huhā¦ huhā¦" you said, while trying to catch your breath from exhaustion. He clicked his tounge, dissapointed in you.
"Tsk. Seems like I have to train your stamina more, huh?" He repositioned his hands once again on your hips, gripping it tightly.
"Hold on tight, princess," he said, before lifting your body with such an ease, until all left inside of your pussy was his tip, and pushing you down, swallowed his cock as a whole. His hips didn't stay silent, he thrusted his hip to meet you.
He slowly increased his pace, and chased his own pleasure. One of your hand was covering your mouth, trying to keep you from moaning loudly from the pleasure. Tears fell down from the corner of your eyes.
It felt too good. The current position made his cock went deeper, and the fact that he could toy you around with such an ease was a turn on for you.
It was no different with Toji. He grunted with how good you felt, especially with how tight your pussy was, greedily swallowed his huge cock.
He afraid he couldn't hold much longer.
After a few thrusts, he finally came. His cock was planted deeply inside, while he cummed inside of you.
You felt warmth and full inside because of him cum. Even after a while, he didn't pull his cock out of you, and made you stay in your current position.
Yet, he finally said something.
"For your next session, lets work on your stamina."
your wedding anniversary celebration gone wrong, ending up with you in the hospital. the moment was not something you both expected, and you both have your own ways to cope with your own fear.
starred by Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female)
genre & tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, husband!nanami, female!reader, salarywoman!reader, domestic!nanami, slice of life
note: i didn't expect this to become 3k+ wc? so yep enjoy nanami being a husband again teehee
ćććseries' masterlist (summer waltz) | general masterlist
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Today, it was supposed to be a happy and joyful day for both of you.
It was your first wedding anniversary with Kento, your husband. Although Kento didn't deem it as a special occasion that should be over celebrated, he knew these dates were matter to you.
Hence, he planned a special dinner with you at the one star Michelin, French restaurant at Tokyo. It even took him months for the reservation. He loved hunting new restaurants, especially since he was married, and he anticipated the event since the food looked immaculate.
But, who would have thought it was a disaster? With you ending up in a hospital, trying to survive with a respiratory assistance?
It was a total chaos. You were just laughing and talking with Kento like you usually did whenever you had dinner dates with him. He even let you dressed him up again, and there were also flowers. They were peonies, your favorite flower.
But after a few minutes you were eating the main course, you suddenly reacted. It was hard for you to breathed, with your grip against your fork weakened. Your hand immediately went for your throat, your throat was tightening.
The lack of air felt suffocating for you.
He panicked, of course. Why did you suddenly acted like that after eating the food?
The moments went blurry. You were struggling to talk, even to breathe. You heard him calling your name, the tone changed from confusion to panic, as the you fell from your sit and hit the floor while your hands gripped your throat. You wanted to talk, but no sound came out from you.
The only thing you could remember was your struggle to breath, Kento called your name in panic, as you slowly lose your consciousness.
So here he was now, in this sterile smelling room, waiting for you to woke up. The only thing he could notice was your faint breath.
His hand would not let yours go for a second. He just hoped you would be safe. Although the doctor already said that you would be fine, he could not be sure unless you woke up.
When you finally woke up, the first thing you saw was your husband's face, he was looking at you worriedly. Then he tried to say something, it sounded like words of affirmationsāeither to you or to himself. You tried to say something, but he held you back.
"Don't talk first, okay? I'll call the doctor for you," he said calmly, reassured you before he left to call the doctor.
You were still in lost, of course. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of suffocation, the oxygen wont go inside of your lungs. It was horrifying.
You were sure you didn't have asthma, so your suspicion went to the last food you ate with Kento. But, never in your life you got a food allergy, even as bad as this.
"I do allergic to zero money in my bank account, would not expect to have one for food," you commented, when your conditions finally got a little bit better and you felt like you could talk.
He facepalmed hearing your comment, like usual.
"I was worried, and this is what you say regarding the situation?"
"Should I act all scared, Kento?" you retorted at him. He knew it was your act to be all brave, but your gestures says otherwise. Hands all trembling, gaze turning empty. Of course you were scared. You never experienced it, getting almost killed by a food ingredient. Well, if your suspicion was correct.
Understood that it was your way to cope with fearāby jokingā he was quiet for a while. He let you rest instead. His hand still held your trembling ones, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
You couldn't leave the hospital for observation, which was fine for you. Also in concern if you got another wave of anaphylaxisāas they called it. The hard thing was to convinced Kento to actually go to work. Kento was determined not to leave you for a second. You didn't want to make your husband worried more, but if the way to made him feel calmer was to let him stay by your sideā¦ then fine. You would let him to do so.
During the observation, the doctor even came and asked you several questions regarding the food you had ate during the date. While Kento contacted the restaurant to asked for the list of ingredients in your food which potential to became an allergen. The doctor also discussed the potential of an allergy reaction to both of you two, while he referred you to an allergist to find out more, since he couldn't do the test now.
After hours of observation, you finally went back home when they didn't found any other symptoms. Nothing happened after you went home, at least nothing bad happened. You took a sick leave and told your boss about it, while Kento called Yaga about him took care of you because of an accident.
Yet, after the faithful event, you did realize there were something different about Kento.
He was always attentive, behind his stiff attitude. But after you returned from the hospital, he were more attentive than what you remembered.
You usually had takeouts for your lunch, since you both didn't have time to cook. But the next morning you were preparing to go to the office, you saw a bento box on the dining table with his note on it. He already left to work.
'Bring this for your lunch. Kento.'
Freaking Nanami Kento cooked you a lunch. It was a Japanese style lunch, with Japanese cuisines you were mostly familiar with. You enjoyed it, of course. Sometimes, Kento would cook during his free time. It was his hobby, and he sometimes would force you to try his foods. You had no problem with it. You found it endearing whenever you see Kento acting passionate with his cooking.
But, remember. It was the thing he did during his free time. Not during his weekdays, when he was busy.
You thought it was a one time occasion. Maybe because he had extra time to spare to cook.
But you mistaken your assumption.
Next day, there was another bento. Then another one. Then another one.
It happened constantly for a week. Even during your off days on weekends. He gave you a special live cooking. Not that you never saw him cooked. But he actually sat you down to watched him cook.
You knew what he looked like right now? He looked like those live cooking chefs in teppanyaki restaurants which tried to entertained their customers with their live cooking.
Really. You didn't hate it. You loved this side of him. Yet it felt way too unusual that you could not help but to finally asked him.
"What was the occasion, Kento?" you asked him curiously.
"ā¦ Just because," he replied non-chalantly, while continued to cook.
He looked magnificent with the apron, while cooking just for you. The way he played with the knife, cut the ingredients, and cooked it perfectly made him incredibly charming. But, you weren't satisfied with his answer.
"It's not 'just because' when you look all charming doing it," you said, and he ended up snickered. You and the sweet mouth of yours.
"What's wrong with me cooking for you?" he asked you confused. Although he didn't complained directly about your usual teasing against him.
"Nothings wrong. I'm just curious," you told. "Ever since I got an allergy reaction, you never absent in cooking," you continued. It was enjoyable for a while, but you didn't want your husband to got tired from constantly doing it.
Because if he did that, it means he had to wake up earlier, and regularly shopped for groceries.
Then your mind was loading for a while because of your own words.
Since allergy reaction?
"Kento."
You called his name, only for him to ignored you and continue with his cooking. Wow, why did he suddenly ignore you?
"My dear husband, Nanami Kento," you called him once again. Yet the so called husband still ignored you and focused on cooking the meat instead. The menu was simple yet definitely one of your favourite when you had no idea of what to eat.
"You're still ignoring meā¦ I seeā¦ I will just say it anyway then."
You took a deep breath, before finally saying what you had been wanting to say.
"Do you cook for me every single day for the last week because of the allergy reaction?"
There was it. You finally asked him. He still focused on cooking the meat instead of answering you back. There was a long stretch of silence, until he finished cooking for you. Still, he didn't say anything.
But you noticed that the question affected him. His movement became more rigid than before, and he avoided your stares. He didn't even bother to entertain you like before with his eye contacts and cooking tricks.
You tried to wait for his answer before demanding it back. Finally finished cooking a dinner for you, he plated the condiments into one single bowl before served it to you. Definitely a comfort menu you usually looked up whenever you had no idea what to eat during busy times. You could find it anywhere, and don't forget, most of them were cheap.
A single bowl of beef rice bowl.
It looked mouth watering. You always knew, Kento was a good cook. He would spend his free time to either reading a new book, or learning how to cook because of his love towards food. But you also knew, most of his favorite food were western food. So, when he learned how to cook, most of it would be western food.
But not ever once he cooked western cuisines for the last week. Which was amusing to see since you always loved his western cuisines.
The smell of the beef and onion allured you to eat his cooking. Considering Kento who would not answered you, you decided to take a bite first.
It was delightful as always. The combination of rice and cooked beef were comforting, just like Kento's presence. You loved how the taste of his cooking could captured his presence. Or maybe, it was also because it's been a long time since you ate home cooked food.
It made you a bit emotional.
"It's delicious as always," you complimented him, while continued to eat his cooking. You even tried to feed him some of his own cooking.
Although he was unsure at first, he ended up took a bite. While he opened his mouth, his gaze still focused on you. He chewed a bit before nodded, approving the taste of his own cooking.
You stared back at him. Well, if Kento was not ready to talk about it, then fine. You would just 'forced' him later after you finished eating the dinner.
There was no way you would waste a good food.
"You shall eat too, Kento. Aren't you hungry?" you asked him when he didn't eat dinner with you, but instead, looked out for you.
He nodded and plated his own dinner before joining you. You both ate in quiet for a while. Your bowl was half empty, and you finally said it.
"Kentoā¦ If you don't want to talk about it, then it's okayā¦ I'll wait for later when you're ready. I'm sorry for forcing you," you told him gently. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it, yet. And it was unwise of you to force him like this.
He sighed. Of course, you would never let go of a topic if you're curious. Tried to find the proper sentences, he finally said it.
"That day when you ran out of breath, unable to breathā¦ I was scared to lose you," he finally spoke. His hazel colored eyes were looking towards you, worries painted his face.
You knew it. It was because of that tragedy.
"I know, you were fine now. But, I didn't expect the restaurant that I chose would make you suffered. With me cooking and making sure of the ingredients I used, you would be fine."
That scene would not happened again.
You looked at Kento's face. He looked distraught. It was like the thing had bothered him for several days. While he was still standing, looking all distraught, you reached out to his hand, you gave him a rub with your thumb, as if you were trying to calm him down.
"Kentoā¦ I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you scaredā¦" you apologized to him, your voice became quieter.
"I know, dear. If it was a curse, I could easily exorcise itā¦ But with your allergyā¦ If I late, just a little bitā¦"
'I would lose you.'
The words stuck right at the tip of his tongue. No, he could not even mention of losing you. It would just reminded him of that moment.
He could not look at you. His head lowered, focused on his hand instead. The same hand which you held gently right now. It was also the hand which comforted you at the hospital bed before.
The thing was, when that happened, Kento was too panicked to even called for an emergency. Luckily, the server was quick enough to call for help. If it was late, he didn't know what could happen. Hell, he could not even imagine it.
For someone like Kento, you knew it was impossible to just told him to forget. You didn't think he would actually forget about it. But you also would not expect that he blamed himself like this when this was a pure accident.
"Butā¦ here I am now, right?" you said, you eyes gazed at him, a gentle smile painted your face. While he looked at you with concern and fear in his eyes.
"It wasn't a fun experience, to be honest. Yet, because you were beside meā¦ I felt secure, Kento," you said. His expression turned from concern to confused in a second.
How come you could feel secure when you were in verge of life and death?
Realizing your words didn't make any sense to Kento, you giggled.
"Weird, right? But it is what it is. Maybe because, I know if I went through all of it with you, you will make sure everything will be alright," you continued. Your thumb which mindlessly gave him a rub stopped, instead you intertwined your fingers against his.
His hand which usually warm, now felt cold. You just wished you could give him some comfort right now, just like he always did when you were in worry.
"But, Kento. It was an accident. No one did expect it. Not even me. Don't punish yourself because of this," you said, firmly towards him.
"But, you're in danger because of me. If I chose other restaurantā¦ maybe you didn't have go through this," he said. Guilt covered his whole face. His voice, although it was still sounds like usual, you could notice a hint of distress behind it.
"The past is in the past, Kento. Please never blame yourself for something which beyond your control," you spoke. "At least, I was glad I got through that with you instead of being alone or with someone else," you continued.
"It still sounds like a nonsense," he commented.
"At the end, I will still find out that I had the allergy one day, no matter how, or with who. Butā¦ If I went through it with you, at least I knew you will try your best to keep me safe. That's just how you are, Kento," you explained.
"It did sound weird when I say it when I went through 'that', but please understand this, Kento. It was not your fault. It never was," you said, while you gave him your genuine smile. You made sure you said that repeatedly so it was planted in his mind. Never blamed yourself, not your fault. You hoped those were comforting enough for him.
"Y/Nā¦" he said quietly, didn't understand the way you were thinking. When he only saw the worst out of the condition, it was eye opening when you able to saw the best side of it. As in thoughts which never crossed in his mind before.
"I don't knowā¦ Seeing you all weak, unconscious, did make me worried. At the end, what I could do to avoid that again was to cook all of these on my own. At least I knew I wont put you in danger, since most of the ingredients were something you were always familiar with. Am Iā¦ overreacting?"
You immediately shook your head. "Well, if I'm the one in your position, I might do that. Except, for the fact I can't cook. I'm afraid I would poisoned you instead," you said. It made him stifled a laugh. You giggled by your own words and his. That explains why all of the cooking were Japanese only.
"And I will forever thank you for that, dear. I knew you were busy, but you still taking your time to cook for me. I could not thank you enough for that."
He smiled gently at you, then he leaned forward against you to land a kiss on your forehead. "I love cooking for you, dear. Especially when I see you enjoyed my food and eat really well."
"How can I not eat well when all of the food you cooked were delicious? Well, if I can request, I'm starting to get bored with Japanese food. You're good in western cuisinesā¦ Let's change the menu," you said.
"Well, I'm not sure if the ingredients are allergen safe. Especially we haven't found your allergies yet."
"No worries about that. If I got allergy, we have Epi pen now! Soā¦ please?"
And he laughed at your demand. Before his expressions changed.
"No, dear. I wont risk that for now," he said it flatly. You pouted hearing him say that. To think you almost convinced him! He chuckled at your pout. No, as much as he found you pouted adorable, he won't back out.
"Please bear for a while? Once we found out all of your allergies, I'll cook more for you."
"Okay. Andā¦ I'm also fine with eating out sometimes, Kento. So, I hope you don't force yourself to keep cooking if you're actually busy."
"Yes. After we found out about your allergy, maybe I can calm down. Now, finish your food before it gets cold."
You ended out eating your dinner happily.
The discussion of allergy was still linger around. The fear wasn't gone instantly, of course. He was still checking on the ingredients of his cooking, making sure it didn't contain the ingredients used for the main course which caused that fatal moment.
But at least, instead of cooking because of his fear and his worries, now he was cooking because he genuinely want to see you enjoy the meal he prepared for you.
After a month since that accident, you finally took an allergy test. Most of the thing tested were based on the menu you both ate at that restaurant. With an additional request from Kento.
"Please test her allergy towards cats also," he told the doctor while you looked at him bewildered. "Kento! I'm not allergic to those cute little gremlins!" you squealed. He ignored your complaints and continued to explained it to the doctor.
"She often sneezed when she's around cats. So, I rather make sure, doc."
You ended up tested for cat fur also. Although you complained, it was from the dust, never from the cats you often pet.
You hated the test. The area for the allergy test was itchy, yet you couldn't scratch it. You even need a help from Kento to actually held your hands so you didn't unconsciously scratch it while waiting.
When the results finally came out, you didn't expect it at all.
"I never even heard of the ingredient before. Lupin flour? As in Lupin the thief?"
"Yes. Lupin flour, not a common ingredient in Japan. But currently, the restaurant use it to create gluten free cuisine," Kento explained it to you, while reading the results.
Well, you didn't care about the flour which named after a thief. It's not like it was a common ingredient to use in Japan. As long as you avoid eating gluten free foods, it should be fine, right?
"And... mild allergy to peanuts," you continued to read the results. Also confused as for you didn't remember you got any allergy reaction from it. Not like you enjoy eating peanuts either. You disliked it. So, you had no problem not eating it.
The shocking one was the other allergies you had.
"Seriously? I'm allergic toā¦ cats?!" you complained towards Kento. The itchiness started to subside gradually, but the shock remains.
"I thought soā¦"
He thought it was pretty obvious. But your love for cat made you denied your own allergy. You even kept blaming it on dust instead of the main culprit.
"What am I supposed to do with my life now? I can't adopt cats!" you said it dramatically. Kento facepalmed seeing your dramatic acts.
"You will be fine, dear. But yes, no adoption for cats."
definitely a very common troupe, but imagine crown prince š šØš£šØ during his young days loves to play around, even going to a war using a disguise (the king was definitely didn't approve of it). he slept with you after celebrating winning the war, the knight who's also assigned on the war. yet you had no idea that he's the crown prince because of his disguise and since you're not from the capital.
after the war finished, you returned to your area, while some of the other knights returned to the capital. that's only when you found out you were pregnant with his child.
you gave birth to the child only to find out you were sleeping with the crown prince. how did you found out? the royal family signature features, white hair and bright blue eyes.
afraid of the discourse that would happen to the child if the royal family find out, you hid the child. during that moment, it was also the time gojo becoming the emperor of the empire.
but as well as you tried to hide it, he found it at the end.
i just wanna rant but at some point iāve come to a point where i simply could differentiate self improvement content creators who were actually insurance agents trying to recruit new members. itās tiring and their contents are mostly bullshits about everything freedom.
or faking job vacancies when it actually their way to recruit. its mlm thing with more lies
your wedding anniversary celebration gone wrong, ending up with you in the hospital. the moment was not something you both expected, and you both have your own ways to cope with your own fear.
starred by Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female)
genre & tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, husband!nanami, female!reader, salarywoman!reader, domestic!nanami, slice of life
note: i didn't expect this to become 3k+ wc? so yep enjoy nanami being a husband again teehee
ćććseries' masterlist (summer waltz) | general masterlist
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Today, it was supposed to be a happy and joyful day for both of you.
It was your first wedding anniversary with Kento, your husband. Although Kento didn't deem it as a special occasion that should be over celebrated, he knew these dates were matter to you.
Hence, he planned a special dinner with you at the one star Michelin, French restaurant at Tokyo. It even took him months for the reservation. He loved hunting new restaurants, especially since he was married, and he anticipated the event since the food looked immaculate.
But, who would have thought it was a disaster? With you ending up in a hospital, trying to survive with a respiratory assistance?
It was a total chaos. You were just laughing and talking with Kento like you usually did whenever you had dinner dates with him. He even let you dressed him up again, and there were also flowers. They were peonies, your favorite flower.
But after a few minutes you were eating the main course, you suddenly reacted. It was hard for you to breathed, with your grip against your fork weakened. Your hand immediately went for your throat, your throat was tightening.
The lack of air felt suffocating for you.
He panicked, of course. Why did you suddenly acted like that after eating the food?
The moments went blurry. You were struggling to talk, even to breathe. You heard him calling your name, the tone changed from confusion to panic, as the you fell from your sit and hit the floor while your hands gripped your throat. You wanted to talk, but no sound came out from you.
The only thing you could remember was your struggle to breath, Kento called your name in panic, as you slowly lose your consciousness.
So here he was now, in this sterile smelling room, waiting for you to woke up. The only thing he could notice was your faint breath.
His hand would not let yours go for a second. He just hoped you would be safe. Although the doctor already said that you would be fine, he could not be sure unless you woke up.
When you finally woke up, the first thing you saw was your husband's face, he was looking at you worriedly. Then he tried to say something, it sounded like words of affirmationsāeither to you or to himself. You tried to say something, but he held you back.
"Don't talk first, okay? I'll call the doctor for you," he said calmly, reassured you before he left to call the doctor.
You were still in lost, of course. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of suffocation, the oxygen wont go inside of your lungs. It was horrifying.
You were sure you didn't have asthma, so your suspicion went to the last food you ate with Kento. But, never in your life you got a food allergy, even as bad as this.
"I do allergic to zero money in my bank account, would not expect to have one for food," you commented, when your conditions finally got a little bit better and you felt like you could talk.
He facepalmed hearing your comment, like usual.
"I was worried, and this is what you say regarding the situation?"
"Should I act all scared, Kento?" you retorted at him. He knew it was your act to be all brave, but your gestures says otherwise. Hands all trembling, gaze turning empty. Of course you were scared. You never experienced it, getting almost killed by a food ingredient. Well, if your suspicion was correct.
Understood that it was your way to cope with fearāby jokingā he was quiet for a while. He let you rest instead. His hand still held your trembling ones, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
You couldn't leave the hospital for observation, which was fine for you. Also in concern if you got another wave of anaphylaxisāas they called it. The hard thing was to convinced Kento to actually go to work. Kento was determined not to leave you for a second. You didn't want to make your husband worried more, but if the way to made him feel calmer was to let him stay by your sideā¦ then fine. You would let him to do so.
During the observation, the doctor even came and asked you several questions regarding the food you had ate during the date. While Kento contacted the restaurant to asked for the list of ingredients in your food which potential to became an allergen. The doctor also discussed the potential of an allergy reaction to both of you two, while he referred you to an allergist to find out more, since he couldn't do the test now.
After hours of observation, you finally went back home when they didn't found any other symptoms. Nothing happened after you went home, at least nothing bad happened. You took a sick leave and told your boss about it, while Kento called Yaga about him took care of you because of an accident.
Yet, after the faithful event, you did realize there were something different about Kento.
He was always attentive, behind his stiff attitude. But after you returned from the hospital, he were more attentive than what you remembered.
You usually had takeouts for your lunch, since you both didn't have time to cook. But the next morning you were preparing to go to the office, you saw a bento box on the dining table with his note on it. He already left to work.
'Bring this for your lunch. Kento.'
Freaking Nanami Kento cooked you a lunch. It was a Japanese style lunch, with Japanese cuisines you were mostly familiar with. You enjoyed it, of course. Sometimes, Kento would cook during his free time. It was his hobby, and he sometimes would force you to try his foods. You had no problem with it. You found it endearing whenever you see Kento acting passionate with his cooking.
But, remember. It was the thing he did during his free time. Not during his weekdays, when he was busy.
You thought it was a one time occasion. Maybe because he had extra time to spare to cook.
But you mistaken your assumption.
Next day, there was another bento. Then another one. Then another one.
It happened constantly for a week. Even during your off days on weekends. He gave you a special live cooking. Not that you never saw him cooked. But he actually sat you down to watched him cook.
You knew what he looked like right now? He looked like those live cooking chefs in teppanyaki restaurants which tried to entertained their customers with their live cooking.
Really. You didn't hate it. You loved this side of him. Yet it felt way too unusual that you could not help but to finally asked him.
"What was the occasion, Kento?" you asked him curiously.
"ā¦ Just because," he replied non-chalantly, while continued to cook.
He looked magnificent with the apron, while cooking just for you. The way he played with the knife, cut the ingredients, and cooked it perfectly made him incredibly charming. But, you weren't satisfied with his answer.
"It's not 'just because' when you look all charming doing it," you said, and he ended up snickered. You and the sweet mouth of yours.
"What's wrong with me cooking for you?" he asked you confused. Although he didn't complained directly about your usual teasing against him.
"Nothings wrong. I'm just curious," you told. "Ever since I got an allergy reaction, you never absent in cooking," you continued. It was enjoyable for a while, but you didn't want your husband to got tired from constantly doing it.
Because if he did that, it means he had to wake up earlier, and regularly shopped for groceries.
Then your mind was loading for a while because of your own words.
Since allergy reaction?
"Kento."
You called his name, only for him to ignored you and continue with his cooking. Wow, why did he suddenly ignore you?
"My dear husband, Nanami Kento," you called him once again. Yet the so called husband still ignored you and focused on cooking the meat instead. The menu was simple yet definitely one of your favourite when you had no idea of what to eat.
"You're still ignoring meā¦ I seeā¦ I will just say it anyway then."
You took a deep breath, before finally saying what you had been wanting to say.
"Do you cook for me every single day for the last week because of the allergy reaction?"
There was it. You finally asked him. He still focused on cooking the meat instead of answering you back. There was a long stretch of silence, until he finished cooking for you. Still, he didn't say anything.
But you noticed that the question affected him. His movement became more rigid than before, and he avoided your stares. He didn't even bother to entertain you like before with his eye contacts and cooking tricks.
You tried to wait for his answer before demanding it back. Finally finished cooking a dinner for you, he plated the condiments into one single bowl before served it to you. Definitely a comfort menu you usually looked up whenever you had no idea what to eat during busy times. You could find it anywhere, and don't forget, most of them were cheap.
A single bowl of beef rice bowl.
It looked mouth watering. You always knew, Kento was a good cook. He would spend his free time to either reading a new book, or learning how to cook because of his love towards food. But you also knew, most of his favorite food were western food. So, when he learned how to cook, most of it would be western food.
But not ever once he cooked western cuisines for the last week. Which was amusing to see since you always loved his western cuisines.
The smell of the beef and onion allured you to eat his cooking. Considering Kento who would not answered you, you decided to take a bite first.
It was delightful as always. The combination of rice and cooked beef were comforting, just like Kento's presence. You loved how the taste of his cooking could captured his presence. Or maybe, it was also because it's been a long time since you ate home cooked food.
It made you a bit emotional.
"It's delicious as always," you complimented him, while continued to eat his cooking. You even tried to feed him some of his own cooking.
Although he was unsure at first, he ended up took a bite. While he opened his mouth, his gaze still focused on you. He chewed a bit before nodded, approving the taste of his own cooking.
You stared back at him. Well, if Kento was not ready to talk about it, then fine. You would just 'forced' him later after you finished eating the dinner.
There was no way you would waste a good food.
"You shall eat too, Kento. Aren't you hungry?" you asked him when he didn't eat dinner with you, but instead, looked out for you.
He nodded and plated his own dinner before joining you. You both ate in quiet for a while. Your bowl was half empty, and you finally said it.
"Kentoā¦ If you don't want to talk about it, then it's okayā¦ I'll wait for later when you're ready. I'm sorry for forcing you," you told him gently. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it, yet. And it was unwise of you to force him like this.
He sighed. Of course, you would never let go of a topic if you're curious. Tried to find the proper sentences, he finally said it.
"That day when you ran out of breath, unable to breathā¦ I was scared to lose you," he finally spoke. His hazel colored eyes were looking towards you, worries painted his face.
You knew it. It was because of that tragedy.
"I know, you were fine now. But, I didn't expect the restaurant that I chose would make you suffered. With me cooking and making sure of the ingredients I used, you would be fine."
That scene would not happened again.
You looked at Kento's face. He looked distraught. It was like the thing had bothered him for several days. While he was still standing, looking all distraught, you reached out to his hand, you gave him a rub with your thumb, as if you were trying to calm him down.
"Kentoā¦ I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you scaredā¦" you apologized to him, your voice became quieter.
"I know, dear. If it was a curse, I could easily exorcise itā¦ But with your allergyā¦ If I late, just a little bitā¦"
'I would lose you.'
The words stuck right at the tip of his tongue. No, he could not even mention of losing you. It would just reminded him of that moment.
He could not look at you. His head lowered, focused on his hand instead. The same hand which you held gently right now. It was also the hand which comforted you at the hospital bed before.
The thing was, when that happened, Kento was too panicked to even called for an emergency. Luckily, the server was quick enough to call for help. If it was late, he didn't know what could happen. Hell, he could not even imagine it.
For someone like Kento, you knew it was impossible to just told him to forget. You didn't think he would actually forget about it. But you also would not expect that he blamed himself like this when this was a pure accident.
"Butā¦ here I am now, right?" you said, you eyes gazed at him, a gentle smile painted your face. While he looked at you with concern and fear in his eyes.
"It wasn't a fun experience, to be honest. Yet, because you were beside meā¦ I felt secure, Kento," you said. His expression turned from concern to confused in a second.
How come you could feel secure when you were in verge of life and death?
Realizing your words didn't make any sense to Kento, you giggled.
"Weird, right? But it is what it is. Maybe because, I know if I went through all of it with you, you will make sure everything will be alright," you continued. Your thumb which mindlessly gave him a rub stopped, instead you intertwined your fingers against his.
His hand which usually warm, now felt cold. You just wished you could give him some comfort right now, just like he always did when you were in worry.
"But, Kento. It was an accident. No one did expect it. Not even me. Don't punish yourself because of this," you said, firmly towards him.
"But, you're in danger because of me. If I chose other restaurantā¦ maybe you didn't have go through this," he said. Guilt covered his whole face. His voice, although it was still sounds like usual, you could notice a hint of distress behind it.
"The past is in the past, Kento. Please never blame yourself for something which beyond your control," you spoke. "At least, I was glad I got through that with you instead of being alone or with someone else," you continued.
"It still sounds like a nonsense," he commented.
"At the end, I will still find out that I had the allergy one day, no matter how, or with who. Butā¦ If I went through it with you, at least I knew you will try your best to keep me safe. That's just how you are, Kento," you explained.
"It did sound weird when I say it when I went through 'that', but please understand this, Kento. It was not your fault. It never was," you said, while you gave him your genuine smile. You made sure you said that repeatedly so it was planted in his mind. Never blamed yourself, not your fault. You hoped those were comforting enough for him.
"Y/Nā¦" he said quietly, didn't understand the way you were thinking. When he only saw the worst out of the condition, it was eye opening when you able to saw the best side of it. As in thoughts which never crossed in his mind before.
"I don't knowā¦ Seeing you all weak, unconscious, did make me worried. At the end, what I could do to avoid that again was to cook all of these on my own. At least I knew I wont put you in danger, since most of the ingredients were something you were always familiar with. Am Iā¦ overreacting?"
You immediately shook your head. "Well, if I'm the one in your position, I might do that. Except, for the fact I can't cook. I'm afraid I would poisoned you instead," you said. It made him stifled a laugh. You giggled by your own words and his. That explains why all of the cooking were Japanese only.
"And I will forever thank you for that, dear. I knew you were busy, but you still taking your time to cook for me. I could not thank you enough for that."
He smiled gently at you, then he leaned forward against you to land a kiss on your forehead. "I love cooking for you, dear. Especially when I see you enjoyed my food and eat really well."
"How can I not eat well when all of the food you cooked were delicious? Well, if I can request, I'm starting to get bored with Japanese food. You're good in western cuisinesā¦ Let's change the menu," you said.
"Well, I'm not sure if the ingredients are allergen safe. Especially we haven't found your allergies yet."
"No worries about that. If I got allergy, we have Epi pen now! Soā¦ please?"
And he laughed at your demand. Before his expressions changed.
"No, dear. I wont risk that for now," he said it flatly. You pouted hearing him say that. To think you almost convinced him! He chuckled at your pout. No, as much as he found you pouted adorable, he won't back out.
"Please bear for a while? Once we found out all of your allergies, I'll cook more for you."
"Okay. Andā¦ I'm also fine with eating out sometimes, Kento. So, I hope you don't force yourself to keep cooking if you're actually busy."
"Yes. After we found out about your allergy, maybe I can calm down. Now, finish your food before it gets cold."
You ended out eating your dinner happily.
The discussion of allergy was still linger around. The fear wasn't gone instantly, of course. He was still checking on the ingredients of his cooking, making sure it didn't contain the ingredients used for the main course which caused that fatal moment.
But at least, instead of cooking because of his fear and his worries, now he was cooking because he genuinely want to see you enjoy the meal he prepared for you.
After a month since that accident, you finally took an allergy test. Most of the thing tested were based on the menu you both ate at that restaurant. With an additional request from Kento.
"Please test her allergy towards cats also," he told the doctor while you looked at him bewildered. "Kento! I'm not allergic to those cute little gremlins!" you squealed. He ignored your complaints and continued to explained it to the doctor.
"She often sneezed when she's around cats. So, I rather make sure, doc."
You ended up tested for cat fur also. Although you complained, it was from the dust, never from the cats you often pet.
You hated the test. The area for the allergy test was itchy, yet you couldn't scratch it. You even need a help from Kento to actually held your hands so you didn't unconsciously scratch it while waiting.
When the results finally came out, you didn't expect it at all.
"I never even heard of the ingredient before. Lupin flour? As in Lupin the thief?"
"Yes. Lupin flour, not a common ingredient in Japan. But currently, the restaurant use it to create gluten free cuisine," Kento explained it to you, while reading the results.
Well, you didn't care about the flour which named after a thief. It's not like it was a common ingredient to use in Japan. As long as you avoid eating gluten free foods, it should be fine, right?
"And... mild allergy to peanuts," you continued to read the results. Also confused as for you didn't remember you got any allergy reaction from it. Not like you enjoy eating peanuts either. You disliked it. So, you had no problem not eating it.
The shocking one was the other allergies you had.
"Seriously? I'm allergic toā¦ cats?!" you complained towards Kento. The itchiness started to subside gradually, but the shock remains.
"I thought soā¦"
He thought it was pretty obvious. But your love for cat made you denied your own allergy. You even kept blaming it on dust instead of the main culprit.
"What am I supposed to do with my life now? I can't adopt cats!" you said it dramatically. Kento facepalmed seeing your dramatic acts.
"You will be fine, dear. But yes, no adoption for cats."
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after the faithful night with kento, you got sick. the exhaustion from the sex and lack of sleep finally caught on you.
and the last thing you had wished for was your coworker bothering you during your break time.
starred by Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female)
genre & tags: slice of life, hurt/comfort, sick!reader
note: so this is the continuation of 'in vino veritas', more so, the part two of the story. sorry for the late update. although i have a lot of ideas for the story, i was strangely demotivated. so, i have to pause the series a bit to freshen up. i can't promise i will update regularly, though... i might take a moment to write for other jjk charas first.
word count: 3.1k
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If last night was one of the longest nights of your life, then this evening was the longest time you had waited to go home.
After you had insisted you were fine in front of Takeda, he finally left you alone in the lounge. You moved back to the sofa, since it was way more comfortable than the bar stool. You relaxed your position the moment you sit on the sofa.
That guyā¦ barely understood the concept of 'no' that it pissed you off! As if he didn't understand that you had absolute zero interest in him, or his conversations. Although at the end, he looked a bit flustered with the 'partner' declaration and finally backed off, you couldn't help but to worry.
'Did I offend him?' you thought. It didn't matter since it already happened anyway. After this, you should keep your distance from him for a while.
You took a deep breath, trying your best to control your breath with your pounding head.
Tried to deal Takeda's bullshit with pounding head only made your body felt worse. That guy was very persistent for someone who got rejected.
You hoped you could rest for a while in the lounge since this was not a lunch time. Instead of feeling well rested, you only felt worse than before.
No. If it continued like this, you didn't think you could drive home safely. And instead of accidentally crashed Kento's car, you rather asked help. Even if that meant more nagging from Kento.
You reached out to your pocket to pick out your phone, scrolled to the familiar name in your contact.
Kento.
Usually if Kento was on a mission, he rarely checked his phone.
But contradictory to your assumption, he picked it up almost immediately.
"Hello, dear?" he asked, his voice sounded worry.
You didn't know why, but listening to his voice through phone calmed you down, you almost broke your tears.
"Hiā¦" you replied. Your voice trembled, as tears almost fell from the corner of your eyes. But you quickly took a deep breath, tried to stabilize your breath before you continued.
It was useless for you to cry, anyway.
"What happened?"
"C-can you pick me up later? I don't think I can driveā¦" you asked.
"Are you feel unwell? Why don't I pick you now instead?"
"Noā¦ I can still take aspirinā¦"
"Don't keep relying on aspirin, dearā¦" he nagged that it made you chuckled although it seemed unfunny. His seemingly flat voiced surprisingly calmed you down. Or the fact that he didn't act overly panic actually calmed your nerves.
"I knowā¦ I can't help but to. I took one before the meeting, though."
"How was it?"
"The meeting? I got the deal," you answered proudly at him.
"You've done great, dear," he said, his tone softened. He always knew you would do your best, no matter in what situation. But sometimes, he just wished you would take it easy for once.
"ā¦ thanks,"
"I'll pick you at six. Wait me at the lobby, I'll drive you home," he said before ending the phone call.
Soā¦ here you were, waiting for him just as he had instructed.
The moment the clock reached 6 PM, you immediately packed all of your belongings and leave. You almost didn't care if the boss still working or not. You only focused to one thing.
Home. Where Kento belonged.
You felt sleepy and just wanted to fall asleep, but you afraid Kento wouldn't notice you. So, you kept waiting.
But not too long, you saw his tall figure with his signature tan suits, walking closer to you. He brought a hoodie, probably his? It looked too big for you though.
"Y/N," he greeted. Then, he kneeled in front of you to talk at your level, as he put the hoodie he brought next to you. His hand was on top of yours, while the other one immediately moved to your forehead. He looked up at your face, trying to control his expression.
The difference in temperature was contradictory. While your hands were cold, your forehead was burning.
"You got a feverā¦ I've told you not to go work todayā¦" he said, his tone laced in worry once again.
"Yeah, I knowā¦ I thought I can handle itā¦" you said quietly, while unconsciously leaned to his touch more.
"We talked about that later. Now, let's just go home, shall we?"
You nodded at his suggestion, not trusting yourself enough to say something.
"Want to change your blazer first?"
You nodded again, while letting Kento helped you to take off your own blazer. And then he put his hoodie on you. It was much more comfortable than the stiff blazer you had used all day. It also smelled like him. He immediately put the hood to cover you, enveloped you more in his scent.
"You're cruel for bringing me your hoodieā¦ Now I want moreā¦"
"And that is?"
"Carry me? You should be responsible for it," you deemed. He chuckled hearing your plead.
"Is this what you called blackmailing?"
"Close enough, but no," you replied.
"I was planning to, anyway," he then grabbed your things first and searched for the car key in your bag, before finally put his forearms behind your knees and back and carried you up in ease. You didn't even have to hold tight around his neck, as you rested your head on the crook of his neck almost immediately.
"Hold on for a while, would you?"
"Well, I fine for being forever thoughā¦" you joked. He only chuckled once again.
"Just restā¦"
And that was the only confirmation you needed to finally close your eyes.
It was probably the uncomfortable clothing, or the cold, or the way that the road back home was familiar, but you woke up the moment you almost arrived at the basement parking of your apartment.
Your own blazer was on the top of you, acting as a blanket. Although it didn't help much. It still felt cold for you.
"Coldā¦" you muttered lowly, while shifted on your seat, try to melt with Kento's hoodie more.
"We're almost arrived, dear. Please hold onā¦" he said, while took a glance on you. His hand immediately moved to adjust the AC, so you wouldn't feel cold.
The moment he parked the car, you were still in daze. But you mindlessly unbuckle the seatbelt and immediately opened the passenger door.
Until you felt Kento's arm suddenly held you in your position.
"Stay there. Let me get your things first," he told you. You stayed in your place while Kento finally got out from the drivers seat and grabbed all of your belongings.
Then, he settled right next to the passenger door you had already opened. He put the tote bag you usually use on himself before he leaned down to slip his hand behind your back and knees, carrying you up once again just like he did on the office lobby.
After closing the passenger door and lock the car, he walked towards the lift with you on his arms.
You wanted to sleep once again, but Kento told you to stay awake for you to eat something first. You shook your head weaklyā¦
"I don't want to eatā¦"
"You have to, or your condition will get worseā¦"
"I'm still fullā¦" you said, while pouting. He looked down at you, one of his eyebrows went up the moment you said that. The portioning that he gave you was enough until you felt hungry during dinner. So, why would you still feel full? Unlessā¦
"When was the last time you had eaten?" he asked. You gulped at his sudden question. It was enough for Kento to understand that whatever answer you would give him wouldn't satisfy him.
"Just answerā¦ I won't be madā¦" he said while you constantly directing your vision away from him. With him carrying you, you couldn't really escape either.
"Seriously? You won't?"
"When did I ever become mad at you?"
"That timeā¦ When I sneaked in to the abandoned building to chase you?"
"Well, you had already done the worse thing you could ever do. This means nothing then."
"Your way of comforting your wife needs a fixing, you know?"
He chuckled when he heard your complains. It was amusing that you had no energy to walk right now, yet still enough energy to debate him.
"Tell me, seriously. The most thing I can do is to nag you."
"ā¦ Uhā¦ I don't really remember. Maybeā¦ three?" you said, then quickly hide under your blazer to avoid his nagging. But all you could hear was his sigh.
"ā¦ You finished all of it, right?"
"I tried toā¦ I ate a bit before I went to the meeting. Just so I could take my medicineā¦"
"Good. At least you're conscious enough to finish your whole mealā¦" he said.
It would be better than you not eating at all. It couldn't be helped either if the main reason was because you had an appointment with a client. He knew how harsh the workplace was, hence he left it.
When you found out about his reaction, you could not help but to exhale the breath you kept holding.
"See? I don't get mad, right?"
"Yes. But you sounds petty right now," you commented, until you finally arrived at your apartment and he putted you down on the couch. Then he took off your pumps.
"I haven't change the sheets yet. So stay here, okay? I'll bring your sleepwear," he said, before he entered the bed room. You tried to take off his hoodie, yet you simply don't have any energy to do so. Gave up, you leaned on the couch instead.
Kento finally back with your sleepwear. Seeing you hadn't move a bit from your position, he sat right beside of you.
"Hands up," he said, and you followed accordingly. He slipped off the hoodie easily from you, then unbuttoned your shirt and slipped it off you too.
He pulled you to lean against him, before his hand moved to your back to unhook your bra and helped you to take it off. Then, he unzipped your pants too.
You were almost naked in front of him now. But instead of feeling embarassed because of exposed, you just felt tired and let him do what he needed to do.
You didn't even notice before that he also brought the ointment to apply on your bruises. You felt the cold sensation of the ointment when it hit your skin.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat? Just go straight to bed?" he asked, while rubbing the ointment gently. Your skin felt warmer than usual and it was in contrast with the cold medicine, especially around your torso.
"Yesā¦ I just want to sleepā¦" you said quietly. His gentle touches made you feel sleepy. You started nodded your head as if you almost fell asleep. It was confusing because when he rubbed your skin it felt gentle, but the moment he applied new ointment, your eyes were wide awake because of the temperature contrast. Noticing you started feel sleepy, he adjusted his position so you could rest your head on him while he rubbed the ointment on your chest, hips, and thighs.
His other hand was resting on your stomach to hold you.
"You can't sleep either until I changed the sheets. It would be uncomfortable to sleep on the couch."
"Can't you justā¦ don't change it at all?"
He shook his head. "No. It's too dirtyā¦ It would be uncomfortable for you. How about you eat a bit while waiting? We still have some bread left," he said.
Realized that Kento was firm on feeding you before you fell asleep, you nodded. "Okayā¦"
He looked glad when you said that. After finished applying ointment, he helped you wear your sleepwear. It was a mid length cotton dress. He tried to find the easiest sleepwear to use, and comfortable enough, but still warm for you.
After dressing you up, he walked to the kitchen to grab you a bread. While you were eating slowly, he moved to change the bed sheets quickly.
You didn't eat a lot, instead after finished eating, you waited for him. You wanted to go to your bedroom, yet you afraid your legs would betray you.
Although you found it ironic that earlier you were able to survive an eight hours of work with pumps. Now, you heavily relied on Kento for moving around.
'Maybeā¦ Just maybeā¦ You could close your eyes for a while.'
And you found yourself finally slept once again on the couch.
There were a lot of things Kento needed to do to handle his sick wife. Which he would never expect to happen simply because of him.
You were not the type to fall sick (as far as he knew). Although you rarely took exercises (since you deemed that walking to the office or meeting points were considered as exercises) and rarely ate healthy food (the amount of desserts you consumed made him prayed for your blood sugar levels), at least you took your supplements well.
Yes, he often nagged you to consume real food instead of supplements, but as long as you got your nutrients, he tried to compromise with this habit of yours.
He didn't change the sheets earlier that morning. He spent his time helping you, and while he planned to get ready for work, he got a visit from the neighbor because of the loud noise during dawn.
The sheet was forgotten, as embarrassment got into him.
During his work hours, he couldn't stay calm knowing his dear wife's condition earlier. So, he kept his phone on and loud (in case you called him).
You couldn't even help yourself. How were you supposed to survive the office?
His intuition was correct, because then you called him to pick you up. Luckily, he brought his hoodie. Although all his coworkers looked at him with a questionable look.
Why would a formal looking guy with an attire like a mad salaryman brought a hoodie to work? They knew it was not the type of outfit Kento would use.
Also, he had already prepared with an ointment from Shoko. The moment he arrived at the office, he immediately went to Shoko's office, asking for the best ointment for bruising. He ran out of the ointment at home, since he used it on you this morning. He hoped that Shoko could recommend him a better brand too.
He got the look immediately from Shoko when she found out it was for you.
"ā¦ I won't give any comments regarding this, Shoko-san."
"No need to. I kinda can guess why," she replied casually, smirking at Kento while giving the medicine towards him.
"Please. Never ever tell Gojo about this."
"You know that this medicine, and the guaranteed secret against Gojo is not cheap, right? Tell me your price," she said calmly, while lit up her cigarette.
It costed him her favorite expensive alcohol so it wouldn't be leaked to Gojo.
But, as long as you were fine, Kento was fine with it either.
He just didn't expect you would catch a fever at the end. But knowing your irregular schedule, now he understood, he couldn't help but to sigh in frustration.
His wife was too stubborn.
At least, you finally got your rest that you had needed. Although the main reason was because of your fever.
The moment he finished changing the sheets, he found you fell asleep on the couch. The bread he had gave you earlier was gone, and your head was resting on the arm rest.
It was definitely not a comfortable position, especially for your neck.
So, he picked you up and laid you on the bed, then put a blanket on you since he noticed you shivered. He rummaged the health kit to pick a thermometer.
It was 38.8 degrees Celsius.
There was no way he would let you went to the office the next morning. So, Kento did what a sane husband would do, he applied a sick leave for you. Luckily, he still remembered your laptop password in case of emergency.
After finished, he quickly took a shower and changed his clothes for more comfortable ones, before continuing to cook a dinner for himself.
Might do it all while you were still sleeping.
He finally done with his matters. Eating, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, and preparing for sleep.
He didn't forget to prepare for water, in case you were thirsty, and other essentials.
It wasn't his time to sleep yet. He still had some time to chill out. He sat next to you while reading a book.
The thing he would not expect was hearing you muttering something while you asleep. He stopped reading his book and focused on you instead.
"ā¦ Stop..," you muttered quietly.
Well, it was interesting since you never sleeptalking. Curious about what you were dreamming, he decided to play along and replied to you.
"Yes, dear?"
"Stop bothering meā¦ I have a husbandā¦"
He huffed in surprise, almost laugh because of it. You sounded firm when you said that you had a husband. Justā¦ what kind of dream that made you say that?
"But, I am your husband," he replied. And your hand immediately went to his thigh to slap it. Although it was unintentional since your eyes were close, but you managed to hit him.
"Noā¦ My husband... way more handsome. If you keep doing this, I'll report you to HR, Takeda-sanā¦" you muttered while frowning.
The moment he heard a guy's name from your mouth, he felt amusement. What did this Takeda guy do that it bothered you? He might asked you later when you woke up, but now he still wanted to play along with you.
"But I'm Kento, not Takeda."
"Kentoā¦"
The hand that slapped his thigh at first moved, searching for something. He quickly reached for your hand, held it tight.
"I'm here, dear."
As he held your hand, you cling towards it tightly and leaned closer against him. Your face became more relaxed as you pulled his hand closer against your face.
This was definitely not something you would normally do when you were healthy. So, Kento wanted to cherish it. Seeing you act clingy against him made him feel something. Although it was because you were sick, Kento was fine with you acting like this.
He shifted his position closer towards you while observed you. You still looked pale, but not as pale as earlier. There are beads of sweats around your forehead. He quickly dab it with a face towel he had brought earlier.
"Don't leave meā¦"
"I won't," he replied quietly, while lowering his head to plant a kiss on your forehead.
Why would Kento ever leave you? You were everything to him.
And he would never let you go.
"ā¦ Love."
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after the faithful night with kento, you got sick. the exhaustion from the sex and lack of sleep finally caught on you.
and the last thing you had wished for was your coworker bothering you during your break time.
starred by Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female), male OC
genre & tags: slice of life, hurt/comfort, sick!reader, office worker!reader, office dynamics, sorcerer!nanami, canon based story, reader have a background story
note: so this is the continuation of 'in vino veritas', more so, the part one of the story. yes, the story focused more on the reader rather than kento itself. but the second part of the story will focus more on kento taking care of reader! i just think part one would be an interesting point of view from outsider.
word count: 3k
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You knew that not listening to Kento was a bad idea. Especially after last night's event, where you both got drunk. Although it was only him who had actually got drunk by alcohol, while you had simply gotten intoxicated by his charm.
You had complained to him that everything ached. He had also already told you not to go to work. But your mind was set on this important client you had been trying to reach for weeks.
He was ready to invest his money in the company. And this deal was crucial for your target this month.
Hence, you had prepared a lot last night, even planning to sleep after you finished preparing the materialsāonly for Kento to keep you awake for longer. If you had to guess, you probably only slept for around three hours.
And it wasn't enough for you. Especially when you had an important appointment to attend the next day.
Your body was running on stress and aspirin you had taken earlier (with the help from Kento). Or maybe, it was just the adrenaline from having to close this deal.
"Are you sure, you're fine dear?" Kento had asked you several times while he helped you get ready. The problem was, the more he helped you, the more convinced he became that you should take sick leave and reschedule the appointment instead.
The more he got sobered, the more horrified he became. The bruises were way too many, the solid proof of his uncontrollable strength that night. It got to a point where he had to be aware of his touches when he helped you to get ready.
Trying to clean down there was worse. It stung so badly that you both had a hard time to clean it without having to stop for a while.
Kento was not the type of person who dragged out his guilt for long. But that morning, you had lost count of how many times you had heard him say 'sorry'.
You had to personally 'threaten' him so he stopped saying sorry every single time you flinched in shock (pain).
It was mutual, not like Kento had forced you to do sex with him. You just miscalculated his power although you had seen him in action before. Also, you had miscalculated his libido to be that high when he got drunk.
The aspirin helpedāonly for a bit, though. But at least, it helped you to look like you were functioning properly in the office, especially when you finally met your client to seal the deal.
Yes, you took another pill before you finally met the client, and you couldn't thank this tiny-white pill enough for its magic. Because you actually got the deal. Finally!
Although sealing a deal with a client was nothing new to begin with, you still felt relief whenever you do new closings. Not that you loved the job, but simply with more closings, you got more commissions which meant: more money.
More money to spend for holidaysāor for make up, trinkets, and whatever Kento deemed 'wasteful'.
He said that as he bought his luxury watch, by the way.
Back to the main story, the adrenaline went off as soon as you closed the deal. While your coworkers congratulated you, you felt more weary than ever. You could only smiled thinly at them when you finally returned to the office.
Your head hurt. Real bad. Their constant small talks didn't help; it only made it worse.
The sales department always pushing forced positivity, in your humble opinion. So they would always hype their team who able to close a deal. But sometimes, it got way too over.
You had even to retreat to the lounge just for some peace.
Leaning on the couch, you felt your head pounded, and your muscles ached terribly.
It seemed like you already used all of your energy left to drive the car back to the office, and now the aspirin wore off.
All you wanted to do, was to lay down with your husband, Kento.
Not in the lounge, wearing this suffocating shirt, this uncomfortable pants, or this way too tall pumps. You wondered how could you walked properly with these clothing? Or with this aching head? Or with this aching muscles?
Your eyes were close and you got lost in your pain that you didn't even realized someone came in.
"L/N-san? Can I come in?" you heard the familiar, cheerful, alto voice you heard all the time in the office. It belonged to your new coworker, Takedaā¦ You didn't remember his full name, sorry.
Seriously. You could recognized his voice because he was way too loud in the office. He was an energetic young guy, although he was only two years younger than you.
Without waiting for your answer, he came inside the room.
You immediately adjusted your seating position. Well, it felt awkward to sit slumped in front of your coworker.
"Hi, Takeda-san. What brings you here?" you asked him back, you tried to make your voice more cheery than before. He smiled back at you.
"I saw you entering and didn't come out for a while," he said, walking towards you and sat next to you. You immediately shifted your seat to give yourself a space in between.
"Ah. Yes. I was planning to eat myā¦ lunch," you said, immediately standing up to walk to the lounge bar.
It was initially your first plan anyway. But you also wanted to rest for a while before eating.
You got to eat your lunch that Kento had packed for you earlier. Nothing fancy, just something he could prepare quickly after helping you to get ready.
Only for Takeda to followed you and then stood in front of you across the bar. You even need to act calm and not to flinch when you sat on the hard stool.
"This late? You should have eaten earlier, L/N-sanā¦" you checked your watch. Indeed, it was too late for a lunch. But you had eaten a bit right before the appointment with the client.
Well, just enough for you to consume medicine. Of course, if Kento knew about this, you would hear a nonstop nagging from Kento.
"Well, I have to since I met a client during lunch hour," you replied, then opening the half eaten bento. It was rice with fried sausage and rolled egg. Not your favourite, but at least eatable.
He turned his back to you to make his coffe at the station. Yet, he still stole a glance or two your way.
"You will get sick if you keep it that wayā¦ Coffee? Thought you might need some."
You shook your head quick while your chopstick played around your food (again, Kento would nagged you for this). "No, thanks," you replied quietly. Even now, you didn't really have an appetite to eat. But you knew your condition would get worse if you didn't eat enough of food.
You forced your way to finish the bento.
When Takeda finished making his coffee, he turned back to face you and found out you ate your food slowly. Although you tried to shove more amount of food each time to your mouth, as if you were forcing yourself to eat.
He also noticed the bruises which peeking through your neck. The look of concern was painted on his face.
"Are youā¦ alright?" he asked worriedly, you looked up at him dazed. And he clearly saw it. When you ate, your lipstick had wore off. All left was your pale lips. Scarily pale.
"Yes?"
"You look pale," he said, worry laced on his tone. He quickly moved to right in front of you, suddenly leaning forward against the bar. The motion shocked you, as you quickly leaned back to your stool and quickly wiped your lips, only to find out your lipstick was rubbed off as there wasn't a lot of lipstick mark on your finger.
"I'm fine. You never seen a woman without a makeup?" you asked, sarcastically. Although you still smiled politely at him.
When would this guy leave you? You didn't want to be associated with him, especially because he was popular among the employees, precisely women. Although he didn't mean anything, stuck in this situation with him would create some rumors.
It was the least thing you had wanted.
"I see it often. Don't worry," he said, chuckled. "Enough to differentiate which one are truly pale and which are caused by something else," he continued.
So, a player. Definitely a player.
"Your natural pale lips doesn't look like this. Now, it's lacking color," he explained. Your chopstick stopped moving when he said that.
The one side of your eyebrows went up. You glanced at him full of judgment. The headache didn't make it any better. Not that you didn't try to hold it. It just happened naturally the moment those sentence came off from his mouth.
Is thisā¦ a borderline harassment? By judging a girl's appearance based on their lips' color? You felt like you were overreacting, but it was a weird comment to begin with.
"Whoa, whoa. Don't look at me like that, L/N-sanā¦" he said in panic once he saw your judgy expression. His head went low, suddenly embarrassed with what he had just said.
"Sorryā¦ I don't mean it like thatā¦ I'm justā¦ worried," he continued. You noticed that his ears were red, and his voice stuttered a bit.
Although you still pissed with the unnecessary comment, you tried your best to reply calmly.
"Please don't say that to a woman, Takeda-san. Unless she's your partner," you said, your tone sounded light.
You didn't want to make a guy mad when you had zero possibility to escape now. Especially when you didn't know his true colors.
He didn't reply for a while, but he raised his head slowly, then looked directly at your eyes.
"Thenā¦ how about to someone I had interest in?" he asked, his tone laced with hesitation.
"ā¦ Do you ask my opinion as a coworker or as a women?"
"ā¦ Whatever you might think, L/N-san."
"Well. Depends on that person, Takeda-san. If the feeling was mutual, she would probably think that you're paying attention to her. Or even care," you explained.
"Butā¦ Not a single woman would feel comfortable if a coworker suddenly commented on her appearance, although you mean well," you continued your explanation, your hand putting the chopsticks down. You still smiled thinly at him, while watching his ears became redder and redder.
"Hahahaā¦ Thank you for your adviceā¦ I didn't think that my words will soundā¦ offensive," he said, his hand mindlessly scratched the back of his neck, feeling awkward.
"It's fineā¦ I know you mean well. We're good," you replied. There was no need to extend the problem when he felt guilty about it.
"But seriously, are you alright? You don't seem like you should go to the office, L/N-san," he said worriedly. Then, he took a glance to your neck.
"Iā¦ I didn't meant to stare butā¦ you know there is a probability of medical indication ifācoughāyou are full of bruises," he said, awkwardly coughed as try to rephrase his word carefully.
Unconsciously, your hand went to your neck, immediately trying to pull your collar up to cover more of the bruises.
You chuckled at his words. The way he tried to rephrase it was hilarious, as if he was afraid to offend you once again. At least, it helped for a bit to forget your aching physique.
"I don't have any medical indications, thank you for worrying," you said, then you forced yourself to continue to eat. "Just feelingā¦ under the weather."
"Thenā¦ you were not assaulted, right?" he asked, quickly covering his mouth when the words sounded too direct. Especially after the previous event.
Seriously, did this guy did not receive any education in communication?
"What makes you think of that?"
"It's a horrible bruises, L/N-san. If you need help, I could help you!" he replied, almost too quickly.
To be honest, you were not the type to mention your private life around your coworker. When you got married to Kento, you didn't even bother to change your name since it seemed unimportant, and it didn't benefit you at all. And you wont tell everyone in office unless it benefited you. But now, you found yourself itched to tell him.
But it would embarrassed him more if you suddenly told him you were married.
"I have a perfectly healthy relationship, Takeda-san. Thank you for worrying," you replied. Your quickly feed yourself the final sausage and finally closed the bento lid.
"Perfectly healthyā¦ Ohā¦" he muttered, his brain came to realization that the bruises meant something else which related to a perfect relationship.
The realization made him dove deeper in his own embarrassment, that you saw his whole face becoming red.
"I'm so sorryā¦ I didn't mean to pryā¦ on that matterā¦" he stammered his way. Although his thoughts were also wondering.
What kind of guy who could do that and make bruises that horribly?! How come he treated you that way?
If he was your lover, he would treat you lovingly and would treat you like a queen.
He was always interested in you since the first time he worked here. He remembered the first time he met you, you were assigned as his mentor during probation.
He found you pretty and love the way you carried yourself in this job. Sometimes, you were also funny in your own ways. Your comments regarding work were hilarious, and you always somehow broke the toxic corporate culture.
You weren't afraid to protect your coworkers, and kind enough to be a mentor for the newcomers.
And yes, he knew there were a lot of coworkers also interested in you, including him. You were the talk of the male employees anyway, although you seemed oblivious about it.
So when he saw the chance to get closer to you, which was when you were finally alone in the lounge, he took it.
Butā¦ sure. There was no way a woman like you didn't have a partner.
It made him wondered, what kind of guy that you dated?
'He couldn't be better than me.'
Later that evening, when most of the coworker finally got home, Takeda planned to follow you, since he saw you immediately packed your things exactly at 06.00 PM. But he couldn't enter the same lift as you since the lift door closed first.
Your complexion looked worse than before, and Takeda was worried you might collapsed at any moment. It was surprising that you could move that quick to pack your things.
He meant it in a nice way, since he wanted to lend you a hand. He saw how uncomfortable you were after lunch, but you still tried your best to maintain your focus.
After all, he just wanted to help the woman he liked.
And after taking the another available lift, he finally found you, sitting on the sofa which were provided on the lobby, leaning down just like at the lounge before. He planned to approach you, until someone approached you first.
It was a man, tall, blond, well built, walking while bringing a hoodie. He then knelt right in front of you.
For Takeda, the gesture was quite dramatic. Maybe, it could cross as over dramatic.
But, it would be interesting to find out what kind of guy you were dating. So, he found a spot where he could observed you quietly without the two of you noticed.
This guy looks old, as if already in end of 30's. Also, horrible sense of style, because no one would wear that combination of attire.
This is his enemy? You could do better than this.
Takeda saw how the guy held your hand while the other moved to your forehead. You leaned unconsciously toward his touch. It was a shame Takeda could not hear what the both of you were talking about. But he could see the guy was currently talking to you. He looked like he was stunned, but trying to keep himself calm.
The converstation went , with him talking more than you did. You only nodded your head as you were agree with him.
Then, the old guy helped you take your blazers off, and helped you to put a hoodie on instead, and put the hood to cover your head.
Takeda saw, although you looked sick, you would still smile adorably at him, as if you wereā¦ happy.
It was different from the smile you gave to him at the lounge. All polite, and seemed cold. Your smile towards the guy was geniuine. And he never saw you smiled like that before.
You were beautiful, yet those smile was intended for someone else instead for him.
He saw the guy finally stood up to rummage at your bag to find something, before gathering all your belongings.
Then with ease, he put his forearm behind your knees and back to carry you, as if you were weight nothing for him. You also immediately went slump against him, snugged comfortably on the crook of his neck. And then, he finally walked to the parking lift.
Takeda was still stunned with the event happening in front of his eyes.
Now he understood, you were truly happy with that old looking guy. And the fact that, he didn't stand any chance against that guy. Not him, or the other coworker who were interested in you.
He couldn't make you smile the way you smile at that guy. Even in your bad moment, only that guy who could make you feel happy and safe.
He bowed his down bitterly.
If you were happy with another man, then it was time to finally let go and moved on.
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youāre playing love and deepspace? will you write about them too?
yes nonnie!! i play lads too, although iām still trying to catch up on the current lorešāāļø and i want to write for lads too, especially for xavierā¦ but i havenāt got any ideasš
maybe if you have any requests for them, i could make oneš„¹
i opened up my ao3, saw there were 4 new comments. i excitedly open it. only to find out that 2 were discord scams, and 2 were unsure if itās a genuine comment or bots :)
starred byĀ Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female)
genre & tags: smut, (not so) nerdjo, best friend!gojo, sorority girl!reader, college!au, porn with plot, vaginal fingering, inexperienced!reader, ooc gojo(?), teasing, manhandling, aftercare
length: 4.2 wc
warnings: nsfw (minors do not interact), not proofread
as a best friend who cares about you, gojo taught you to not be afraid of sex and embrace it through. except, he might be overboard with his teaching.
a/n. well... english is not my first language so this probably will came out awkward. i apologized upfront.
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"Satoruā¦ This feelsāakh! Weirdā¦" you said while trying not to winced as for Gojo's digit slowly entering you.
"Weird as if itā¦ hurt?" he asked. He might sound worried, but you know it's just an act since you can feel his finger keep pushing through and grinned. Even, when you tried to move your leg, he immediately held your ankle, restrained you from moving.
"No! It's justā¦ Not used to it," you answered. You felt the sensation of his lean finger moving inside of you.
"Fair point. Since your exes never do this to you whenever you tried to have sex with them," he commented. He was moving closer to you while letting go of the hand that holding your leg to his glasses, fixing his glass that almost fall out. Instead of holding your leg, his hand found its way to your chest, fondling with it. You shrieked because of the sensation, especially when he purposefully touched your sensitive spot.
Right now, it's as if he's almost on the top of you, with his hands playing around your body. With you, underneath him, feeling overwhelmed just because of his hands?
Definitely not a situation you would expect to be with Satoru, your best friend.
Andā¦ if that got yourself wondering, how did you get in this position, let's just turn back for a moment.
You were in Gojo's apartment, trying to do your assignments as usual. Since he's a fan of sweets, he always had some on his fridge. And you, as a friend, you loved to steal some. Just think of it as a benefit of being friends with Gojoāthe never ending sweets. You couldn't do your assignments without having something in your mouth, either drinks or actual desserts. But why would you spend money for some when you had a richer friend who also likes sweets and doesn't mind to share? (Well, he did mind but you keep eating it anyway)
Gojo groaned again, of course. But, you didn't care.
"You know, you can't keep doing this. It was the last stock for my cheat day," he complained, while looking at you eating the chocolate bar that he tried to hide.
"Then maybe it's a sign for you to not have a cheat day!" you answered, not bothered with his complaint at all and continuing to binge on his chocolate.
"Seems like I'm being too nice towards you. Next time, I'll change the password of my apartment so you can't get in like this," he walked right next to you, while snatching the chocolate bar from your hands and bites into it. The same spot where you also bit it.
"Hey! I still want some," you shrieked. "And aren't you on diet?! You aren't supposed to eat my chocolate."
"My diet is ruined because of a certain someone who keeps constantly go inside my apartment, and stealing my expensive chocolate before I could actually enjoy it. Might as well do my cheat day today so I can still eat it."
You mumbled he was being stingy, while trying to continue your assignments. While you were typing and complaining, he tried to shut your laptop down quick, almost clamped your fingers which are currently typing. You look at him at disbelieved and screamed at the same time.
"Nice reflexes, girl!"
"Are you crazy?! I almost become fingerless because of you!"
"You have a problem. Spill it." Ignoring your complaints, he switched the conversation to another one instead. You stayed quiet, while internally complain about his observation. Because as much as you tried to hide it, he always able to notice your worries.
"It's not a problem. Just pissed," you said, while you show your palm towards him, asking for more chocolate. Yet instead of giving it back to you, he broke the bar a bit and fed it directly to you. And you accepted it. Moaned at the sweetness and the richness of the chocolate (Gojo pretended to ignore it).
"It's so goodā¦ Why it's need to be expensiveā¦" you continued to munch on the chocolate bar. The combination between the milk chocolate and pistachio makes you craved for more, and you even not a big fan of pistachio.
"I know right?! That's why I hid it from you," he said, sarcasm seeped into his words. Yet you didn't want to argue with him this time. Instead, you finally said the thing that bothered you.
"I broke up with him," you finally said it to him. Yet, he didn't seem surprise and continue biting to his chocolate. "Congrats. He doesn't seem suitable for you at all."
"Satoru. I'm being serious."
"And I'm also serious."
You sighed, while asking for chocolate from him once more. Yet instead of asking using your palm like before, you just point directly to your mouth, and opening it a bit, asking him to feed you directly.
Gojo, of course. He happily complied.
"He's a good guy. But it's a shameā¦ He keeps demanding for it."
"For what?"
"Sex! Of course."
You didn't understand at all. What's so fun about sex that whenever you tried to date a guy, the first thing they would expected was sex. It's not fun at all for you. It stings, hurts, and once is enough for you.
"Tell me what happened. Did you try to have sex with him?"
"Sort off? Heā¦ you know. Keep asking for it. At some point I felt guilty so yeah, I agreed to him," you tried to explain. Remembering all of the details possible. "It was bad. When he tried to, you know, penetrate me, I got freaked out. I accidentally pushed him away."
"He was mad, mad. Saying thatā¦ I didn't love him at all, even accusing me of cheating. We broke up at the spot," you finished explain, while asking Gojo for another chocolate. Except, Gojo wont feed one to you. Instead, he called up your name with affectionāthe mocking type of affection.
"If that's kind of guy you called a good guyāignoring your boundaries and accusing you because you wont fulfill his needs, I'm afraid your standard for a good guy is below the bar," he commented. You didn't deny it. Because what? He was right. Although it sounded like an insult towards you.
"Yeah. I know. I'm glad that I broke up with him. But at the same time, I'm pissed. How dare he accused me of things? I'm afraid his tendency to create bullshit out of nowhere makes him more suitable to english literature instead of engineering," you looked at Gojo whos also looking back at you while finishing his final bar of chocolate. To think about it, the guy is not even that good looking compared to Gojo. Or as smart as Gojo.
Or as hot as Gojo.
Even yesā Gojo is your best friend, is it wrong to admit he is truly that hot? Especially with what he wore these past few days. T-shirt that's too tight for him, actually showing the sculpture of his bodyā results of his entire time he spent in the gym.
Not like you will say it directly to him. He might looked innocent (and hot) with his glasses. But if you praised him, his ego will boost high passing the cloud nine. So no. As his best friend, you wont praise him.
The audacity to treated you that way makes you feel angrier.
"That'sā¦ an interesting insult that you got for him. If you told that to him, I don't think he would be insulted," he chirped. You automatically pushed him, pissed with how he didn't take sides with you.
"The thing is, don't even bother with his insults. The moment he keep pushing you to have sex, even when you constantly don't want to, he's already a piece of trash. You only wasted your energy if you keep insulting him," he stood up while licking his chocolate covered finger to washed his hands.
"Yeahā¦ That's why I need that chocolate, Satoru. But you finished it all," you complained.
"Next time I'll buy some more. They have raspberries ones, you will like it," he reassured you. After finished washing his hands, he returned to the seat right next to you. He propped his elbow on the table while facing you.
"But, I do think the fact that you're afraid of it is kind ofā¦ concerning. Not like, 'how dare you hate sex!' kind of thing. What makes you afraid of it?" he asked curiously. There was a hint of concerned look in his eyes covered lens too.
Talking about it with Gojo is unusual, since you only viewed him as a friendābest friend. And especially because he is a guy. Yes, you might mention about it briefly, but to be asked about it directlyā¦ It made you feel exposed. You didn't even realized that you squirmed uncomfortably.
Gojo who realized that, immediately told you more, "no need to tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable about it. I'm just worried, you know? As a friend."
You repeated what he said inside your own mind. As a friend.
Maybe, as a friend he could help. Maybe, he would not laugh at it and actually could give you some understanding. With that thought in your mind, you embraced his question.
"Do you remember that guy that I dated during freshman?" he looked like he was thinking for a while. Before the image of the guy came out of his mind.
"Yes. The tall, brown haired, not as good looking as me. Why?" you almost laugh at his confidence, yet you held in.
"During that time when we dated, he also asked for it. I agreed to do it with him, because I'm also curious. I think, we were both inexperienced during that time. When he tried to enter, it hurts... So bad that I screamed to him, asking him to stop it. Fortunately, he immediately stopped. But next, every time we tried to do it, I just can't," you explained. Slowly, your mind wandering back to that moment. The look of horror on his face when you screamed. Or when he was trying to calm you down after that. Every time you were trying to do that with him, your body were tensed. At the end, the relationship didn't work at all.
Gojo listened to you intently. Keeps nodding when he heard your story.
"And do you ever wonder why it hurts?"
"Never really give it a thought. With college, sorority, and allā¦"
You lied. You probably already guessed the reason why it hurts. It's not like you didn't talk about it with the sorority girls. Being a leader and all, you heard sort of stories from them, explaining how their partners did them well.
The answer is, preparations. He thought you're ready just after a few kisses and touching around. You knew you weren't ready, yet you still try to brace it. And because of that, you couldn't bring yourself to do it again.
"I can see whats on your head, dear."
"You know what? This is embarrassing to talk about with you. Could you justā¦ Let go already?" you asked, avoiding looking at him and immediately standing up. Only for him to gently grab your forearm.
"No, I don't want to," he said while shaking his head, and guiding you back to your seat.
"You're so stubbornā¦" you muttered, but still letting him to make you sit down again. And once again, he called up your name.
"There's nothing embarrassing about it. Unfortunately, you just met the wrong guy to have as your first. And he left you traumatized," he explained. His hand which grabbed your forearm, moved to grab your clenched fist instead. He kept rubbing your hand using his thumb, and it made your hand relaxed.
"I'm afraid if this keeps going like this, I couldn't date a guy, Satoruā¦ and might died alone," you said it jokingly. But deep down, you knew you mean it. The 'could not date a guy' part to be exact. Deeply, you were jealous with your own friends who actually able to enjoy it.
Why was your luck in dating is terrible?
"Nah. You wont die alone. If you're unable to find a guy suitable for you, you might as well could just marry me instead," he suggested. Instantly, your hand went to his arm to push him.
"What an unfunny joke. You had people swarming over you. Just choose one of those," you grunted. Gojo just replied with a chuckle. "There are a lot of benefits of becoming my wife. I'm handsome, smart, rich, a good lover, a good listener, great at daily live, even greater in bed," he stated proudly. You made a puking face at his words, although wellā¦ It is the truth.
But you didn't think he would like to date someone like you. And you already too deep enough to think of him as a friend instead a lover. Chance of you becoming his lover would be zero percent.
"Yada yada yada. You know what? I'm planning to do my assignment here, but because of you, now I don't have the mood to do it," you said while standing up and moved to his sofa. Your hand reached the remote and turned on the TV, looking for a movie to watch. Which mostly, if it's Gojo, most of it are anime. Not like you hated it, your love for anime also came from Gojo who keeps shoving you clips of his favourite series.
"You can do it next time. Justā¦ chill out for a second, it wont kill you," he said. He thought you're too rigid sometimes. The deadline for the assignment is still up for two weeks, yet you insisted working on it.
He followed you to the sofa. Yet instead of sitting right beside of you, he standing behind of you, and hugging you from behind of the sofa. He purposefully caging you so you wont move.
"Instead of working on your assignment, how about we worked on other thing instead? For example, your fear of sex?" he suggested, while bowing down right next to your ear. The way he said it to you made you jumped on your seat, as you feel shiver all over your body.
"What? You're going to give me lecture as for how to not be afraid of sex?" you challenged him. Acted like the jump and the shivering didn't happened on the first place. He thought of how cute you were acting like this.
"Even better. You wont last a lecture. Instead, I will teach you how to please yourself instead."
"Andā¦ why is that important for me to learn? And instead of being 'taught' by you, I rather search for it myself."
"My sweet friendā¦ Of course it's important. You should understand about yourself first before you doing it with others. Your boundaries, your preferences," his voice became lower and lower. "Or, the most sensitive part of yours," he whispered, then blow directly to your ear. That made you shivered once again.
"See? For example, the sensitive part of yours are your ears," he suddenly let go his hug and his voice back to normalācheery tone. Then walking around the sofa to sit next to you. You unconsciously rubbing your ears, the one that Gojo blew softly into. It feels unfamiliar to you.
"Did you do this to all of your previous partners?" you asked curiously, while shifting the way of sitting to be a bit further to him. You didn't know, if it was instinct or what. But the Gojo you were currently talking to feelsā¦ dangerous. Like a hunter tried to be calculative on its move.
You might talked casually, but even Gojo understood your body language that you started to feel wary of him. So he backed up slightly, following your rhythm for now.
"Doing what? If what you mean by looking for sensitive spots, yes. Of course," he answered. "After all, I didn't want them to feel hurt when we had sex. It's not fun at all when they were in pain. And, I would feel like I'm failing as a man," he explained it further to you.
"Must be lucky thenā¦" you muttered quietly. If Gojo heard it, then he pretended that he didn't hear it at all.
"I'll be gentle in teaching you. I wont let you hurt."
Andā¦ that's how you finally find yourself in that position, right on Gojo's bed.
His gentle, calm voice allured you to be in that position. Right under into his mercy.
As he promised before, it didn't hurt. It felt good, even. But you're definitely sure that this was inappropriate at all.
"But, do you understand now? If you prepared enough, it should be fine. Hell, you don't even need a dick to cum either," he explained, then slowly inserting his second finger inside you. It did still feel tight, and your hand quickly find its way to grab Gojo's shoulder.
"Agh! Satoruā¦" you squealed, while grabbing his shoulder tight, almost planting your nails to him. "You're so tensed. Let me make you relaxed a bit," he said, ignoring the pain on his shoulder. Instead, he dived to between your neck and showered it with kisses. The feel of his lips on your neck, slowly went down on your collar bones made you shivered.
His hand didn't stay put. One is fingering you down there, while the other play with your nipples. Pinching, twisting, or playing it like you play a joy con. His mouth keeps kissing your neck, even biting it to left marks.
His marks.
He even wondered, how did those assholes unable do it properly with you? Your body is very sensitive, the proof was whenever he did something towards you, you always squealed, or shivered, try to held your cuteāaddictive moans. Your reactions against his doing made him want to ruin you more.
Yes, they were assholes for unable to treat you properly. But now, he was glad because only because of him, you're able to squirming like this. Justā¦ How far you could held your moans?
"Don't held back your moans, dear. Let me hear your voice," he whispered on your ears, and biting it. He could feel your pussy clenched around his fingers.
Oh, how cute you are.
He started to scissored inside of you while going deeper. You couldn't help but to moan. You're unable to focus because of the sensation, even couldn't notice his smirk. "Satoruā¦" you pleaded at him. Listening to your voice, it made his dick harden. You didn't even touch him, but the effects that you had on him was crazy.
A good thing he had the self control. Otherwise, he can't help but to fuck you. Because, not yet. It's not his time to fuck you yet. He wanted to teach you, please you, make you actually able to enjoy yourself first. And he would do it not because of himself, but it will be you who begged for it.
"Tell me more, dear. Tell me what you want," he said it towards you gently. Which was funny because he seems like he's care, but his fingers started to picking up his speed, before slowing it down. And then he picked up the pace again, before slowing it down once again. You're groaned because of his teasing. He was such a menace!
It left you frustrated. It made you crave for more. Unconsciously, your hand went to your clit, started to rubbing it too. Just like how Gojo did before he fingered you. And Gojo let you be.
"Yes, that's it. Rub it like that," he praised you, while his hand keeps fingering you slowly. His encouragement made you rub it even harder, until the sensation hits you. You moaned his name while chasing the sensation.
But, you still didn't satisfied with it. Your hips started to move towards Gojo's fingers, chasing your own release. Only for Gojo suddenly held your hips tight, that it might bruised you. You immediately groaned at him.
He just grinned at you. "Who told you to do that? You naughty girl."
"But Toruā¦ I want moreā¦" you pleaded, while you tried to grab his forearm that held your hips. Yet, his grip was just to strong, it's overbearing.
"What more?" he asked, teasing you. "Justā¦ moreāangh!" you almost cried out of frustration.
"The next lesson is, you should say what you want to your partner. He wont know if you didn't say it clearly," he said, obviously playing around with you. While his finger which were inside you moved slower than ever.
'It's not like you will be playing with another guy either.' Gojo was not kind enough to share you with others either.
"Moveā¦ your finger quicklyā¦ pleaseā¦"
It was embarrassing for you to beg at him to achieve your release. But you already far too deep in this situation. You feel heat around your face, flustered by your own words.
"As you wish, princess," he said while smirking, his fingers quickly moved inside of you, faster than before. And you screamed at how good it is.
How your screaming like a music to his ear. It was addicting.
"I wannaā- I wanna cum!" you said to him, your grab towards his forearm become tighter, just like his grip towards your hips. It hurts. But addictive kind of hurt.
He move his hands even quicker, it made a squelching noise because of the wetness. And you feel like you were going to cum while his fingers fucking you. Realizing you're going to cum, he didn't stop.
"Let it all out. Let it all out," his assuring voice is your breaking point. You screamed before you finally cum, wetting his sheets. And even after you cum, his finger still didn't stop in fucking you. The only thing you could hear was Gojo's reassuring voice, while his grip becomes weaker against your hips. Until all came to an end.
He pulled out is fingers from you, your clear slick wetting his fingers. He licked it in front of you, having your taste inside his mouth. He's finally got the taste of you, after successfully ruined you.
"Don't do thatā¦ It's disgustingā¦" you complained, your body suddenly feeling weak and losing all of your energy. He ignored you and stood up, went straight to the bathroom.
You took a look at your condition now. You're not totally naked, but you lose your pants and panties. Your t-shirt and bra ridden up, exposing your breast. And you made a mess on Gojo's bed. It was wet with your cum.
Shit.
What have you just done?
While you were thinking about how fucked up the situation is, he returned with a warm towel. He sat right beside of you, and started to clean you up. Then, he helped to fixed your clothing. Although he silently praising his own work on your neck.
Well, you haven't notice yet. Maybe if you're noticed, you will got mad at him.
But that's to deal later.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, while took his time cleaning around your pussy and your thigh, since most of the mess are there.
"Sleepyā¦" you answered, letting him to do whatever he was doing now against you. It does feel nice to be taken care of like this.
"But, now I understood the pleasure," you continued, while grinning at him. You thought about it. He even only used his hand, but he already made a mess out of you.
His ex partners must be pleased with their sex life.
"Is the lesson worth it then?" he asked affectionately, while taking the pants and your panties that was on the floor, helping you to wear it.
"Maybe, sensei. My only complain is, you're a menace as a teacher," you try to tease him back. Earned a chuckle from Gojo.
"You must be tired, just sleep here, okay?" he pulled a blanket to cover you up, while his hand patting your head. He went as far as giving you a peck on top of your head, before heading out of his bed room.
You fell asleep almost immediately, tired after the activity.
How about Gojo? He noticed his dick become harder. He secretly glad that you didn't notice it after all of the euphoria. Your effect was too much on him, that he need to quickly escape from you. He began to move to the spare bathroom in his apartment and taking a cold shower, although it's already late.
His mind went back to the event. The way you shivered under his touch, begging him for your own release. Or how you submitted under his grip, trusting him leniently. Or how you came because of him, and under his control.
Yes, only Gojo who's able to make you feel that good. Only Gojo, who will made you beg for more. Only Gojo, who will made you enjoy the sex. And he will made sure, you will only be satisfied because of him.
Not because of the other guys.
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