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1 year ago

I LOVE THIS FIC SERIES SO MUCH ๐Ÿ˜ญ I always feel like Iโ€™m going to die just how fast my heart is racing from the FLUFF ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’–

โœŽ attraction

โœŽ Attraction

- gojo satoru x reader

to think it started with your crush on his best friend...

genre: high school!gojo being a menace, jealous!gojo but he doesnโ€™t realize it? enemies to lovers, fluff, gojo begins pining on you

note: thank you anon who asks for gojo falling in love with a first year! i added some spice though haha

a part of gojo's love entries

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โœŽ Attraction

Back in 2006โ€”

There was this tiny weeny part of Gojo that was like... questioning, how did his best friend Geto Suguru catch your eye, whereas he didnโ€™t? Like, at all?

"I want Geto."

"Hah?" Gojo arched a righteous brow, swiftly turning your wayโ€”feeling the stings of irritation gnawing at him. "What?"

You shot him a look. โ€œI said, you suck and Iโ€™m lamenting that Iโ€™m paired with you instead of Geto for this mission.โ€

Once upon a time, you did hate him for obvious reasons as other people do. He was obnoxious, boastful and overall grating on your nerves.

Well, actually, โ€œhateโ€ would be too strong of a word, so probably โ€œdislike greatlyโ€ it is.

โ€œEhh, Suguru? With you?โ€ Gojo glanced at you, purposefully scrunching his face into a mocking sneer. โ€œNo way. Absolutely not. Incompatible. I wonโ€™t give him my blessings.โ€

โ€œWho are you to grant blessings?โ€ you hissed with a bulging vein of frustration. โ€œAnd no, it's not what you think! Iโ€”โ€ you wanted to kick yourself for stumbling over your words, โ€œโ€”I just respect him in a way an underclassman would!โ€

Gojo let out a strained laugh.

To him, you were this cute little junior who looked funny when mad. Riling you up was on his daily to-do list, and poking fun at your obvious crush on his best friend was supposed to double the fun, until it made him wonder despite himself... just what exactly did Suguru have that he apparently lacked, leading you to always follow him with your eyes, whereas you spared him with nothing but glares and sharp retorts?

You didnโ€™t exactly hide your feelings. Whenever Geto was nearby or greeted you in the mornings, you'd blush like a tomato. It was silly, because Gojo was sure his best friendโ€™s type wasnโ€™t a girl as skittish as youโ€”surely, it must be someone as vivacious as Inoue Waka.

He knew you were doomed to fail.

"I suggest you go pick up some slack," he teased. "Better if you don't become a dead weight while assisting him in missions, no?"

He knows. Really.

"...do you know that there are only three things I can't stand here?"

"And those are?"

But...

"Your stupid glasses, your Limitlessโ€”and you."

He was still irked, regardless.

"Well, poor you, then," he shrugged, shit-eating grin on his face. This time he pushed his luck. "Do you know that you're nowhere nearing Suguru's type?"

Scratch that. You hate him. You turned to him with a reddened face, and it wasn't because you were blushing.

"I'm going by myself!" you declared, seething. "I couldn't care less about what you're about to doโ€”I'm finishing this and going home!"

With that, you you marched towards the haunted house, paying no heed to his taunts behind you.

You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over. Gojo always messed with you and normally you would chalk it up as one of his shitsโ€”but this time, you didn't appreciate how he touched on that sore spot of your not-so-hidden infatuation with Geto. So what if you weren't his ideal type? He didn't have to be mean!

But soon you regretted leaving his side, as a monstrous cursed spirit quickly chased you out.

Gojo was still outside, bidding his time. He merely huffed when he heard you screaming in fear.

He was ready with a jab. "Well, well... Look who's running back into my armsโ€”"

But his smirk quickly fell when he saw the cursed entity was apparently way beyond your level. You ran outโ€”no, by some idiotic impulse of survival, you actually leapt out of the two-story window and almost fell flat on your face and broke your bones, but before then, he sprung to action, catching you, wrapping one arm on your waist.

You were grateful you that you weren't doomedโ€”until you felt yourself dangling mid air in his hold... like a cat.

"Gojo!" you wailed. "I'm going to faโ€”!"

Oh, but Gojo was convinced that this was his moment to shine. He directed a smirk your way as the bright blue mass in his hand totally caught your attention. With one swift flick of his hand, he muttered the mantra for Blue, and exorcised the cursed spirit in one go.

He marveled at his own show of powerโ€”and hoping that somehow, you would too. Then, he placed his hand under your knees, repositioning you in a princess-carry, and the way your gentle curves nestled snugly in his arms sparked some intriguing thoughts in him.

Your wide, crystal-clear eyes gazed at him with such wonder. Red tinted your cheeks. The corners of his mouth curved into a winning smile.

It was at that exact moment when he realized it: he wants you. This funny girl who often made his day, he wanted you to look at his way too.

...but goddamnit, you like Suguru.

"Well, not that scary now with me around, isnโ€™t it?" he boldly announced, and your amazed expression immediately turned into a cute frown.

"Thanks," you blurted, still with rosy cheeks and looked frazzled, but then you realized the state you were in his arms. "Butโ€”put me down!"

"Ehhh, I will if your feet can reach the ground!"

Who cares if you like Suguru? As he burst into snickers and you screamed at his face, Gojo Satoru decided then and thereโ€”in that spring of 2006โ€”that he would make it his mission to win you over. To make you his.

And years later, not only he achieved that but also so much moreโ€”a ring on your finger serving as the testament to his success.

โœŽ Attraction

Epilogue

"Yaga-sensei," Geto sighed wearily. "Can I be paired with Shoko, please?"

"Geto-san, wait, pleaseโ€”" you frantically tried to explain, glaring at Gojo in the process. "I'll do my best soโ€”"

"You're such a bother, even Suguru doesn't want to go on missions with you," the white-haired clown remarked with an evil grin. "Right, Suguru?"

"No, Satoruโ€”"

"Well, but if it's me, I'll gladly mentor and teach you though~"

"I don't want you! You're so insufferably annoying!"

"Yaga-sensei, can I please get paired with someone elseโ€”"


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1 year ago

this fic is one of the first Iโ€™ve read here and unsurprisingly my one of my favs ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’ž from the angst and the fluff, itโ€™s just so well written, and the way the author write sukuna is what made me love him even more ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

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I Love You, Always series m. list

Sukuna x Reader

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Summary: In the midst of the crowds, I see no one but you. Youโ€™ve noticed this stranger every day. You see him when you go, and you see him when you return. At first glance he looks harmless, since his hair is pink and his face is smooth and clean, that is, until you see his nape and arms. Heโ€™s covered in tattoos. You know you should stay away but it seems like the universe keeps pulling you closer and closer to him. You want to know him. Youโ€™re curious about him and unfortunately, humans are attracted to the unknown. Heโ€™s bad news, but maybe itโ€™s what you crave. Heโ€™s a beautiful disaster in your plain and boring life.

โ€œI canโ€™t tell if this is love between a man and a woman, a bond that has been built up for a long time, or the deep friendship that we share, but one way or another, I really loved you. More than I thought.โ€

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Status: ongoing

Warnings: fluff, smoking, angst, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, reader is half, smut, virgin, virginity loss, consensual sex, slow burn, alcohol consumption, heavy angst, drugs, non-canon, Sukuna is human, alternative universe, no jujutsu, minor mentions of other characters, oc characters, choppy story cuts, slow updates 18+

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING THE CONTENT STATED IN WARNINGS.

Note:ย Sukuna is not written in canon LOL. Heโ€™s a gruff, edgy, soft little bastard in here. Heโ€™s not too soft, but heโ€™s definitely not written as thee Ryomen Sukunaโ€ฆ letโ€™s just enjoy this one for a bitโ€ฆ Let me dream, okay? Reader is half! Just wanted to say that I donโ€™t write too often so my updates will be slow. This is a fanfic that Iโ€™ve had in my google drafts for a while, but I didnโ€™t get too far into it so thereโ€™s not much written yet. However, I wanted to share it with you anyways! I hope you can enjoy the story in the end! Iโ€™m not very talented so if this fanfic isnโ€™t your cup of tea, just keep rolling through. Thank you :)

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6 days ago

i log off then come back to this??? this is amazing

Was Astral Projecting For A Week But Now Iโ€™m Fine (for The Meantime)

was astral projecting for a week but now Iโ€™m fine (for the meantime)

I was today years old when I found out how itโ€™s faster to work with colors โ™ฅ๏ธ

might fix his arms, might forget abt this altogether

might have early stages of dementia ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿปโ˜บ๏ธ

Was Astral Projecting For A Week But Now Iโ€™m Fine (for The Meantime)

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1 year ago

ACKKKK THIS IS SO GOOD ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ญโœจ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป

โ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐† ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„ ! โž

โ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐† ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“

โ EVERYONE WANTS PROF GETO โ€” IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HEโ€™S A GENTLEMAN ! โž

โ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐† ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“

โœง pairing: professor!geto x f!reader (part three of the prof geto series)

โœง summary: you always had the wrong timing with professor geto -- first you were his student, then his T.A., and now it was the wrong place -- heโ€™s moving to Kyoto. but you had a few weeks together before then -- so can you make them last?

โœง warnings: 18+, nsfw, a lot of smut (for real), so much fluff (we've earned it), depictions of student/teacher relationship (only ok in fiction not irl!!!), reader is a grad student, but age is vague, fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, shower sex, amateur's take on moral philsophy and ethics, surprise appearance by someone :)

โœง wc: 12,010 (is anyone surprised?)

โœง other parts: part one | part two | v-day special

โ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐† ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„ ๐€๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“

Time was the one thing that seemed to always escape you and Suguru โ€” fuck,ย  timing was never your strong suit to begin withโ€”if your late arrival to Suguruโ€™s first class was any indication.ย 

You always ended up too early or too late to places, your entire day spent waiting for an appointment in the middle of the day, and your meeting days often mixed up in your head. And nowโ€”

Your relationship had an expiration date before it had even started.ย 

The question you asked when the message from the department head came through hung in the air of his office like a death announcement. And it almost was โ€” the second death of not even the start of what could have been a relationship.ย 

Suguruโ€™s eyes canโ€™t meet yours, brow furrowed as if he had thought hard enough, he could solve the problem of distance with a simple application of an ethical theory โ€” but unfortunately Socrates nor Plato had invented any solutions for instantaneous travel.ย 

So the elephant remained.ย 

โ€œWhen did youโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œNo,โ€ heโ€™s swallowing, his eyes meeting yours again โ€” desperate, but not the desperation you had both felt a moment ago โ€” the desperation felt in the throes of passion โ€” no, this desperation was the one felt when clinging to sand slipping between your fingers, โ€œletโ€™s not talk about this, not right now,โ€ย 

โ€œSuguruโ€”โ€œ and his lips find yours again, more insistent this time, his hands slipping around your waist, and each brush of his lips steals away another ounce of sense from you, โ€œwe have to talk aboutโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œI know we do, I know,โ€ he murmurs between kisses, his fingers cupping your cheek, thumb brushing back and forth against your cheekbone, โ€œbut I donโ€™t want to think any more โ€” I just want to be with you. I just want you,โ€ and his voice breaks ever so slightly, and it cracks any reservations you have โ€” just as this man always did, โ€œbut if you want to talk, we can talk rightโ€”โ€œย 

And your lips cut off his sentence, only a momentโ€™s pause before heโ€™s melting into your touch again, your hands sliding against his bare chest, his heartbeat racing as fast as yours was โ€” so much so that you wondered if the beating you heard was your own or his.ย 

โ€œYour place or mine?โ€ and he blinks, as you kiss his jaw, a chuckle on your lips, โ€œunless youโ€™d like to fuck me in your office, Iโ€™ll have to admit itโ€™s one of the things Iโ€™ve thought about,โ€ย 

And god, all the blood in his body must have fled south in a half second with how much he aches for you, โ€œNow who needs to watch their language?โ€ His words are whispered against your neck, as he leans down to press a sweet kiss there, โ€œwhat other things have you thought about?โ€ His fingers find your chin, tilting your head until your gaze met his again โ€” dark pools of lust stared back โ€” and your thighs would have pressed together, if his knee wasnโ€™t between them, teasingly rubbing against your far too damp panties.ย 

โ€œPatience, we have time for that,โ€ and his eyes soften ever so slightly, an iota of relief rippling across his features.

โ€œWe do?โ€ And itโ€™s a question he needed to ask โ€” had to ask, but that he wasnโ€™t sure if he wanted to hear the answer to โ€” because he knew it could break him.ย 

โ€œWe do,โ€ you pull him into a kiss, your lips sliding against his, โ€œso the question remains, Professor,โ€ you tease, and a shiver runs down his spine, โ€œyour place or mine?โ€ย 

~~~

You end up at his place โ€” the car ride there was relatively short, but far too long โ€” wringing your hands in your lap, so you wouldnโ€™t touch him. Because you know it would only take one touch โ€” one touch for him to pull to the side of the road and pull you across the console and into his lap.ย 

But you wanted to do this right โ€” you needed to do this right. You had both waited long enough โ€” you couldnโ€™t hurry, not when you were both about to cross the finish line. But it didnโ€™t mean you couldnโ€™t toe it. And your fingers brush his outer thigh, and his eyes flicker over to you โ€” a silent warning, and you knew you were playing with fire โ€” the same fire that had burned you both time and time again, but this wasnโ€™t his office. And you werenโ€™t to let a goddamn phone stop you from having what you wanted.ย 

And you wanted him โ€” so bad โ€” and from the way his gaze found yours, tongue flicking across his lips โ€” he wanted you all the same. Your fingers just rested on his thigh, if only to ground yourself โ€” as if touching him was the same as pinching yourself, to remind you that this wasnโ€™t a dream. It was real โ€” this was real.ย 

It only became more real as he pulled into his apartment parking lot. He got out first, opening the door for you, as he offered you his hand, and helped you out, drawing close, too close for your brain to function โ€” his lips brushing against your ear, โ€œthatโ€™s for teasing me in the car,โ€ you barely manage to gape at him, before heโ€™s leading you inside, a palm resting on the small of your back, as you sneak a glance at him โ€” cheeks still burning.

He was so beautiful โ€” in every sense of that word. His dark hair fell in waves, strands slipping from his bun, assuredly from your tryst in his office; his lips were curled in a slight smile, as he pulled his keys from his pockets; and even his hands were gorgeous โ€” they were so much bigger than yours, and his long fingers, lovely veins running across the back of his hands.ย 

And youโ€™re finally inside his apartment, as he holds the door open for you โ€” the quiet click of the door makes your heart squeeze, his footsteps against the hardwood still when heโ€™s behind you, his arms slowly curling around your waist. His lips ghost your neck, breath warming your skin, โ€œshould we talk first?โ€ย 

You lean into his touch, your back pressed into his chest, his fingers lightly squeezing your hips, โ€œwe should,โ€ and you should, you had to talk about what was going to happen, what this meant, what Kyoto means โ€” but you want to just stay in this moment, you turn to look at him, and your noses brush, โ€œbut I donโ€™t want talk right now,โ€ย 

And his breath hitches, as your lips brush his, โ€œBut we will later?โ€ his voice is barely above a whisper, as if even a word muttered above a whisper could break this moment.ย 

โ€œI promise we will,โ€ you murmur, your lips curling, as you turn to face him fully, โ€œbut letโ€™s not worry about later right now โ€” thereโ€™s only one time thatโ€™s important, and thatโ€™s right now,โ€ย 

โ€œParaphrasing Tolstoy?โ€ He hums, his arms pull you flush to him, your fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, already rumpled fabric wrinkling further under your touch, โ€œAnd what do you plan to do to me right now, Princess?โ€ย 

โ€œOh I have many ideas,โ€ you lean up and brush your lips against the cut of his jaw, delighting in the shiver you draw from him, โ€œso many ideas, Professor โ€” should I write an outline up?โ€ย 

โ€œFuck the outline,โ€ and his lips find yours, his arms curled around you, pressing you flush against him, โ€œI have all I need in my arms right now โ€” Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ll give a wonderful oral presentation, now wonโ€™t you?โ€ He hums, as his lips part yours a moment, his thumb dragging down your puffy, kiss bitten lips โ€” โ€œI already know youโ€™re an incredible orator,โ€ this fucker knew exactly what to say to make your knees buckle.ย 

โ€œAnd I know how good you are with your hands,โ€ you guide them to your hips, โ€œable to tear papers and pantyhose apart,โ€ you teased as a tinge of red appeared across his pretty cheekbones, โ€œIโ€™ll expect a new pair by tomorrow,โ€ย 

โ€œConsider it a promise,โ€ and heโ€™s kissing down your neck now, and you wonder if he can feel your pulse jumping under his touch, โ€œbut I canโ€™t promise that I wonโ€™t do the same thing again,โ€ย 

And heโ€™s guiding you to his bedroom, walking backwards, as his teeth nibble at a soft spot of your neck, your fingers finding his jaw to guide him back for another kiss when you pause.ย 

โ€œWhat is it?โ€ And youโ€™re reaching into your pocket for something, and then reaching into his as well, as he flinches, fingers far too close to a very sensitive spot, and both of your hands emerge with your phones, turning them off before tossing them onto his couch. And he chuckles, โ€œno risks?โ€ย 

โ€œThereโ€™s already far too much risk when it comes to us โ€” call it preemptive measures,โ€ and youโ€™re leaning back into a kiss, his lips curled in a smile, โ€œno landlines right?โ€ย 

And he laughs, nodding, thumb and forefinger tilting your chin up, โ€œSure you arenโ€™t a utilitarian at heart?โ€ย 

โ€œWell, you are certainly the best consequence, now arenโ€™t you?โ€ and he smiles the same smile that doomed you from the startโ€”ย 

โ€œWhat a coincidence,โ€ he murmurs, as he pulls you into his bedroom, helping you lie back on his bed, just as he imagined far too many times to be anywhere near ethical, โ€” I was going to say the same about you.โ€ย 

~~~ย 

โ€œShouldnโ€™t I be making you feel good firstโ€”โ€œ Suguru sucks air through his teeth as your pretty lips press a kiss to his sensitive erection through his tenting boxers, a dark patch of his pre-cum visible on the fabric, โ€œplease, sweetheartโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œThis is for all the times your email and phone calls blueballed usโ€”โ€œ you smirk, teasing the head with your thumb through the fabric โ€” โ€œand I have to tease you โ€” I mean Professor Geto begging me to suck to him off? Maybe I should make you work for it, write a paper on why you think I should let you cum in my mouth,โ€ and heโ€™s gritting his teeth, cock twitching in his boxers, your words far too effective, โ€œtear it apart until youโ€™re begging for it,โ€ heโ€™s swallowing thickly โ€” and god, heโ€™s so pretty like this, hair splayed out like a halo around his head, cheeks ruddy from his flush, and his chest rising and falling, teeth baring down on his lip, โ€œbut Iโ€™m much too kind for that,โ€ youโ€™re sliding down his boxers, his cock nearly slapping against his stomach, โ€œand weโ€™ve waited long enough,โ€ย 

His cock was even gorgeous โ€” truly what was he? Intelligent, kind, funny โ€” and even his naked body was perfect โ€” his cock was flushed red at the tip, black hair neatly trimmed dotted around it, a slight curve that you knew would feel far too good inside your cunt, and pretty veins you couldnโ€™t wait to memorizeโ€”ย 

You werenโ€™t his favorite student for nothing after all.ย 

You reach for his cock, smearing the thick beads of pre-cum along his length, kissing the tip, as your fingers slowly gripped the base. He grunts, a sigh leaving his lips, muscles tense as he tries not to rut into your hand and hang on to one iota of self control โ€” and oh, you smirked, youโ€™d do away with that soon enough.ย 

โ€œYou think about me in this room, Suguru?โ€ your fingers slowly start to pump him, his head falling back, โ€œdid you touch yourself to the thought of this?โ€ย 

โ€œFuck, Princessโ€”โ€œ your lips curl.ย 

โ€œIs that a yes?โ€ And you lean down, parting your lips for his length as your tongue traces a teasing trail down his vein, โ€œor a no?โ€ the tip of your tongue lapping at the pre-cum that leaked from his slit, โ€œcโ€™mon, Sugu, not so good to keep your student waiting โ€” maybe Iโ€™ll drop the class,โ€ย 

โ€œIโ€™ve thought about you โ€” you know I have,โ€ the words leave his lips, any hint of self control lost as his length presses against your cheek when you run a thick stripe with the flat of your tongue up his dick, โ€œwanted to fuck you, taste you, make you scream my nameโ€”and,โ€ his gaze softens ever so slightly as his only can in the midst of all this passion, โ€œI wanted to wake up with you, make you breakfast, cuddle youโ€”โ€œย 

And heโ€™s groaning, as you finally wrap your lips around his throbbing cock, tongue swirling around the tip, as his name left his lips in reverence, long fingers finding their way to weave in your hair. Your hand pumped what you couldnโ€™t fit in your mouth. And you know heโ€™s already close by the way his twitching now when his tip nearly brushes against your throat.ย 

โ€œSweetheart, stop, Iโ€™llโ€”โ€œ but you donโ€™t oblige him, fingers brushing against his balls, before youโ€™re bracing yourself against his thighs, as you suck and lick at his length, until heโ€™s groaning, โ€œwhere should Iโ€”โ€œ and you suck at his tip in reply, and his head falls back, lips parted in a groan, as he cums hard, swallowing every drop as he paints your throat white with his release. Heโ€™s panting and twitching as he comes down from his high โ€” deliciously flushed and messy, as his chest falls up and down as he pants, trying and failing to catch the breath you had stolen from him โ€” sucked from his dick undoubtedly.ย 

Eyes lidded as he watches you pull yourself from his cock, a string of spit and cum connecting your lips to his cock, before it drips down your chin, โ€œI may get addicted, Sugu,โ€ and youโ€™re climbing back onto his lap, your lips grazing his still racing pulse, grunting as your clothed cunt rubs against his cock, โ€œgonna have my professorโ€™s cock every night at this rate โ€” maybe Iโ€™ll suck you off under your desk next time,โ€ your lips brush against his ear, as he gasps, cock twitching against your needy cunt, โ€œhow unethical your cock is compared to the rest of you,โ€ and youโ€™re undoing the buttons on his shirt, until it falls open for you, โ€œwonder what other sounds I can draw from you tonight? Shall we learn togetherโ€”โ€œย 

And he flipped you onto your back on the bed, lips curled in a smile โ€” but a smile laced with lust, eyes raking over your body as he began to strip your shirt off your body, โ€œdid you forget, Princess? Iโ€™m the professor,โ€ and he leans down to kiss your erect tits through your bra, delighting at your gasp, before sucking lightly at your erect nipple through the fabric, โ€œand I still have so much left to teach you,โ€ย 

He is kissing agonizingly slow up your body, first the valley of your breasts, along your collarbone, and the curve of your neck โ€” until his lips finally find yours again. His tongue traces the seam of your lips before being granted access, tasting your own with a moan you swallow all too eagerly. Itโ€™s truly not fair for a kiss to be this good โ€” but again, everything about Suguru Geto was.

โ€œWhat are you going to be teaching me? Kant? Rawls? Aquinas?โ€ You ask between kisses as his fingers sliding behind you to undo your bra, slipping it from your body, his lips parting from yours, a string of spit connecting your lips to his.ย 

He drags a thumb down your bitten red lips, โ€œNo, today's lesson is a bit unorthodox,โ€ and now heโ€™s kissing back down your body this time, tongue dragging over your stomach and belly button, before kissing right above the elastic of your panties. โ€œIโ€™m going to show what I owe you โ€” what Iโ€™ve always wanted to owe youโ€”โ€œ a smile playing on his lips, as his legs force your thighs apart, eyes falling onto the wet patch on your underwear with a lust ridden gaze, โ€œand how much I can make you moan my name from it,โ€ย 

His fingers begin to ghost up your thighs, before he leans down to ghost all too chaste kisses up your inner thighs, pretty hands holding your flesh still even as it shakes under his attention.ย 

โ€œSeems like you enjoyed tasting me almost as much as I did,โ€ he teases, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours, as his finger teased the drenched fabric, thumb rubbing against your clit, drawing a lovely gasp from your lips, โ€œno smart remarks now? You always have so much to say,โ€ and heโ€™s pulling your panties down your thighs, seeing your pretty folds on display for him, glistening with your arousal โ€” your need for him, โ€œdonโ€™t tell me all it takes is my face between your thighs to get you to fall quiet,โ€ and his lips curl as your lips pout, only making him chuckle, โ€œdonโ€™t worry, sweetheart, Iโ€™ll make sure the only thing you know how to say is my name after this,โ€ย 

He presses a sweet kiss to your dripping folds, nose brushing against your sweet clit, the tip of his tongue tracing your outer lips teasingly, โ€œthought about this so long, dreamed about this sweet cunt, Princess โ€” tastes and smells better than I ever imagined,โ€ your fingers grasp at the strands of his hair, tugging the hair tie from his messy bun, toes curling into the sheets, โ€œwanna spend all night buried in this pussy,โ€ย 

And his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt, ghosting over your entrance, before heโ€™s circling your clit again. Moans leave your lips, again and again, lips closing over your clit to suck. Your muscles tense, back arching and your nails digging into his scalp, โ€œbarely even started, baby, donโ€™t go cumming just yet,โ€ย 

โ€œSugu, please, more,โ€ you whine, looking down at him, eyelashes nearly fluttering.ย 

His lips curl, โ€œHow can I say no to my favorite student?โ€ And his fingers spread your sweet folds, your cunt fluttering around nothing, as he gathers your slick on his thick digit, working his way into your tight walls.ย 

Youโ€™re gasping at the way his finger sinks knuckle deep into your tight cunt, your insides wet and warm, โ€œyour pussy is as talkative as you are,โ€ the lewd squelch of your walls fills the silence, โ€œmaybe even more,โ€ as he begins to fuck you in earnest, โ€œthink you need more, donโ€™t you, baby?โ€ And heโ€™s adding another finger, the delicious stretch making your mouth fall open at the intrusion of his fingers.ย 

Youโ€™re bucking against his touch, thighs shaking as you do, his fingers curling against that spot that has you moaning his name, his dick half hard already just from feeling your walls around his fingers.ย 

Youโ€™re so fucking close โ€” the drag of his fingers against your walls, your hips meeting his thrusts, โ€œgood girl, you take me so well, canโ€™t wait to sink into you, Princess,โ€ and his lips find your clit again, teeth grazing it teasingly, โ€œsโ€™good for me, baby, you close?โ€ And youโ€™re nodding, walls fluttering around his fingers, and he grunts, โ€œcum for me,โ€ย 

And you do, your head falling back onto the pillow, as you cum hard, his name on your lips, as your walls squeeze around his fingers. He finger fucks you through your orgasm, tongue lapping up your release, his lips leaving your clit with a pop.ย 

โ€œSuch a good girl,โ€ he murmurs, pulling his fingers around your sweet cunt. Your eyes flutter open, watching him lick his lips clean, before he meets your gaze, pressing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean, โ€œsweetest thing I ever tasted, baby,โ€ย 

Heโ€™s kissing your thighs, as you come down from your high, teeth grazing the plush flesh of your inner thigh, sucking and pinching, before soothing it with his tongue, โ€œsโ€™good for me,โ€ and heโ€™s slinking back up your body, his hard cock catching on your clit, making both of you groan.ย 

โ€œPlease, Suguru, I need you,โ€ your fingers find the back of his neck, threading through his hair,ย  and he smirks.ย 

โ€œLook at my T.A., so needy for her professor,โ€ and your fingers tug at his hair to pull the smirk off his lips, โ€œIโ€™d say you hold all the power in this relationship, Princess,โ€ย 

โ€œDo I, now?โ€ Your fingers curl around his length, teasing the leaking head with your thumb making him hiss.ย 

And his gaze meets you so earnestly, it nearly makes you melt, a gasp leaving his lips as he cups your cheek, โ€œYou could ruin my life, and I would thank you for it, if it was you,โ€ย 

โ€œSuguruโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œIf you were going to use me, Iโ€™d tell you to use me. If you needed me, Iโ€™d want you to call me,โ€ he leans down to kiss your forehead, โ€œand If you didnโ€™t love me, Iโ€™d love you anyway,โ€ and he doesnโ€™t let you respond, lips brushing against yours, as he gently moves your hand away, and lines himself up, the head of his cock rubbing against your sensitive clit, โ€œare you ready?โ€ย 

And youโ€™re nodding, a huffed chuckle escaping your lips, โ€œBeen ready for far too long โ€” thereโ€™s no other electronics around here right?โ€ย 

He laughs, โ€œNo, just you and me,โ€ molten lava stared back at you, a heat seeping into your skin as he guided himself into your fluttering cunt, inch by inch, as his name leaves your lips in a desperate moan that nearly has him cumming right then and there, not to mention how eagerly your pussy swallows his cock whole, โ€œfuck, such a good fucking girl fโ€™me, baby,โ€ย 

He split you open as he sunk into you, pretty walls stretching around him โ€” delicious pleasure with an undercurrent of pain, soft praises whispered in your ears as he did, setting an agonizingly slow pace, โ€œthatโ€™s it, baby, look at you, taking me sโ€™well,โ€ heโ€™s pressing sweet kisses to your neck, as you bite your lip, โ€œare you okay?โ€ and he finally bottoms out, stilling as your walls clamp around him, a groan leaving his lips, โ€œso tight, so much better than I could have imagined,โ€ย 

โ€œSugu, please, move,โ€ and you didnโ€™t need to say anything more โ€” he starts slow, languid thrusts that drive him deeper into your cunt, his fingers lift your legs up, hooking them around his waist, and you wrap them even tighter, the tip of his cock hitting even fucking deeper, โ€œfuck, Sugu, so deep, so goodโ€”โ€ย 

โ€œYou were made for me, just like this cock was made for you,โ€ he grunts, the lewd squelch of your insides, the slapping of your skin against his, โ€œbeen thinking about this for so long, pretty girl, never wanna leave this cunt,โ€ his vulgar words only made your walls flutter around him, โ€œtrying to keep my dick, Princess? Donโ€™t worry, itโ€™s only for you anyway,โ€ he teases, โ€œmy pretty girlโ€™s cunt been denied twice โ€” gotta make sure you learn your lesson this time, right?โ€ย 

And god you were โ€” you were learning his shape, his length, the slight curve he had, every vein that lined his cock, every inch โ€” and youโ€™d be sure to memorize it. Because he may be reaching you this time โ€” a moan leaving your lips as his cock kissed a particularly deep part of your cunt โ€” but the next lesson, you would be sure to pass with flying colors.ย 

โ€œSโ€™close, Sugu, fuck, nghโ€”โ€œ and heโ€™s nodding, his fingers reach and rub your clit in circles, cock hitting that part of your cunt that has you seeing stars as pleasure rips up your body, as you cum. Your toes curl, fingers grasping at him to pull him impossibly close, His eyes flicker open, watching your cunt squeeze around his cock, a white ring of cum around his base, he fucked you through your orgasm.ย 

His hips begin to stutter, a groan pulled from his lips, โ€œSโ€™good baby, Iโ€™m closeโ€”whereโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œInside,โ€ and his dick twitch, โ€œcum for me, Suguru,โ€ and he does, notching himself deep inside you, as he spills his seed inside, thick spurts painting you walls, as he moans your name. His thrusts slow, his lips brushing against yours. And you smile up at him, still dazed, his softening cock still inside you, โ€œwell that was very unethical,โ€ a giggle escaped your lips, and his lips curled, as he leaned up to kiss you again.ย 

โ€œAnd how much more unethical would it be to do it again?โ€ and you hum, as you flip him over onto his back.ย 

โ€œItโ€™s a sunk cost fallacy at this point, think we can get away with it now,โ€ and your lips find his in a hot kiss, your teeth grazing his bottom lip, tugging at it as he pulls away.ย 

โ€œA philosopher and an economist?โ€ he chuckles, his lips grazing your jaw now, murmuring, โ€œI learn more about you every day,โ€ย 

โ€œI could cite Kant or Butler if youโ€™d preferโ€”โ€ and heโ€™s grinding his hips under you, a gasp parting your lips, as his cock slides against your soaked cunt, โ€œSuguโ€”โ€ย 

His lips curl in that damn smile, and all words fall away, as he kisses you, โ€œI think I would rather listen to my name leave you lips instead, princess.โ€ย 

~~~

RING. RING. RING.ย 

Fuck. You give a soft groan โ€” a dream again?ย 

A small sigh parts your lips, as reality washes over you. Eyes fluttering open and shut, as sleep pulls at your eyelids still. Your hands reach over to both sides, but find no one as expected, you sigh, rolling over and burying your face in your pillow. It was all soft sheets and shining sunlight โ€” but no Suguru. You kicked your feet up and down, pouting. You thought you were over having those dreams.ย 

But thenโ€ฆ.why did it smell like him?ย 

โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ And you snap up, turning quickly, the comforter sliding down slightly and find Suguru standing in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against his door frame. He looks sinfully good โ€” long hair still thoroughly rumpled from the night before, pretty lips a little kiss bitten red, only a black t-shirt and boxers thrown on, and his obsidian gaze fixed on you.ย 

โ€œWhatโ€”what are you doing?โ€ And he raises an eyebrow.ย 

โ€œIsnโ€™t that obvious? Watching you,โ€ he chuckles, as your cheeks burn, โ€œcan you blame me? Iโ€™m enjoying the view,โ€ he teases, as you glance down and see that half the blanket had slid down, exposing your bare chest.ย 

You pull the blanket back on, wrapping it around yourself, โ€œSo one night in bed and the ethics fall out the window, huh?โ€ย 

โ€œWell, you did a good job defenestrating them, didnโ€™t you?โ€ He chuckles, sipping his coffee, โ€œhave to take responsibility for your actions โ€” it is your duty,โ€ย 

โ€œOh, itโ€™s my duty now?โ€ And heโ€™s climbing back into bed beside you, โ€œand what does this duty entail?โ€ And he hums, as your fingers find the fabric of the front of his shirt and tug him close, before sliding up to wrap around his neck.ย 

โ€œWell, Kant said, itโ€™s not the consequences that matter, but the motives behind the actions,โ€ he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your jaw, โ€œso what are your motives?โ€ย 

โ€œMy motives areโ€ฆโ€ you consider your words, as you suppress the moan from his teeth grazing his pulse, and you pout, โ€œyouโ€™re distracting me,โ€ and he laughs, the lovely vibration against your skin making you shiver, before he draws back, thumb drawing circles on your palm now, โ€œI want to wake up with you, I want to fall asleep beside you, I want to hear about your days and your night โ€” even ones I spend with you, and Iโ€™d say my main motivation is to be with you,โ€ your fingers clasps his thumb, before slowly intertwining your fingers with his, โ€œis that a sufficient answer, Professor Geto?โ€ And heโ€™s silent a moment, a sweep of anxiety rushes across your body, fingers grasping at the sheet hidden under the comforter, as you add, โ€œbut Kant would also argue that the behavior is not one done of good will since, even if the consequence is good, itโ€™s not done out of respect for the moral lawโ€”โ€œย 

And his lips find yours, cutting off your ramble mid sentence, letting each sentence, word, and thought burn under his touch, each brush of his lips and his hands โ€” as one palm cupped your cheek, while the other found purchase on your thigh โ€” erased more of your worries, until he finally partsโ€”

โ€œItโ€™s always good, if itโ€™s you that I have as my consequence,โ€ and he erodes the last of your concerns with his words, as his lips find yours again, โ€œI was going to make you breakfast,โ€ he mutters against your lips, meeting and parting again and again, before heโ€™s easing the blanket from your fingers, gaze darkening as he sees you fully. And heโ€™s easing you onto your back, against the plush pillows and sheets, as he kisses a hot trail down your body, before he finds himself between your legs again, tongue darting out to lick his lips, โ€œbut I think I may have my meal first.โ€ย 

~~~

Suguru would have thought it was a dream, if he hadnโ€™t woken first. To wake again in your arms, sunlight filtering through in his bedroom, your arms curled on his front, and your legs entangled, the warmth of your breath heating his skin, and your face tucked into the crook of his neck.ย 

He had to pinch himself to make sure, eyes drifting up to the ceiling to the same fan he had stared at on many sleepless nights with only thoughts of you plaguing his mind, before his gaze fell back to you โ€” only to find you beside him now.ย 

There was no more perfect dream than this, but it wasnโ€™t one, as the back of his fingers caressed your cheek gently, and you stirred only for a moment, a whisper on your tongue, โ€œSugu,โ€ you murmured, lips parted as your nestled further into his chest, and his body burned with want.ย 

Fuck. He tried to shift his hips away from you โ€” this wasnโ€™t helping his early morning problem โ€” now was it? He really didnโ€™t want a repeat of the hotel bathroom again, but this time, he could take his time โ€” because you both had it. The end of the semester had mostly come and gone โ€” he could wait on grading the papers โ€” if only it meant a few minutes more in bed with you.ย 

You woke up soon enough after he had left bed, hoping to start on the beginnings of breakfast, but he found himself feasting on another meal instead.ย 

โ€œSugu, please, sโ€™close,โ€ what was it about you that tasted so heavenly? He had spent his life pouring over ethical dilemmas and trying to tackle problems of moral truths, but as he brought you over the edge to your second orgasm, he couldnโ€™t help but wonder if he should have spent his time buried in your cunt instead of books.ย 

He lapped up your release eagerly, teasing your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue before running a thick stripe up the length of your cunt, drawing another gasp from you โ€” thighs shaking from pleasure.ย 

โ€œSugu, please, enough,โ€ and he eases off, chin and lips still sticky with your cum, as his tongue darted out to clean some of it off, wiping the rest off with his arm, โ€œI want you, please,โ€ย 

And fuck, he could cum just hearing those words from your kiss ruined lips, eyes blown out in lust, and your bare chest rising and falling. He drags his cock over your folds again, โ€œneed me again, Princess? Last night not enough for you?โ€ he grunts when he watches your walls clench around nothing, as if to tempt his dick to sink into you.ย 

He bit his lip, it was working.ย 

Eventually, the two of you lie entangled again, a little stickier than before, your faces half an inch apart, and your fingers tracing his jaw.ย 

โ€œI wish we could stay here in this bed forever,โ€ you murmur, and he turns his head to brush his lips against your fingertips, soft kisses pressed to each one, his nose then rubbing against your palm, โ€œno responsibilities, no reality, just us,โ€ย 

โ€œSounds like heaven,โ€ he murmurs, words whispered against your skin, โ€œof course I think any place with you is,โ€ except when he canโ€™t touch you, when he canโ€™t kiss you, when he canโ€™t smile at you without his heart aching โ€” but he doesnโ€™t say that, โ€œwe should talk shouldnโ€™t we?โ€ย 

โ€œWe should,โ€ your eyes meet his, an ache that only made the ache in him grow, โ€œI donโ€™t want to stop you from going to Kyoto,โ€ย 

โ€œI would if it was for us, for you,โ€ and your lips curl sadly, teeth bearing down on your bottom lip, as if to stop yourself from saying yes, that youโ€™d let him โ€” let him say no, let him keep his old job, let him stay in Tokyo.ย 

โ€œBut thatโ€™s exactly why I canโ€™t do that, for you โ€” you said you wouldnโ€™t jeopardize my future, and I canโ€™t do that to you too,โ€ you say softly, pressing your forehead to his, โ€œI canโ€™t let you put your career on hold for us, I know youโ€™ve wanted this. You mustโ€™ve since you applied,โ€ย 

โ€œI only applied because I thought we would neverโ€”โ€œ he cuts off, lump sitting on his throat, โ€œI donโ€™t want this to end before itโ€™s barely started,โ€ย 

โ€œMe either,โ€ you say softly, and his lips brush yours โ€” he didnโ€™t want it to end, not now. Not ever.ย 

And then he realizes โ€” it doesnโ€™t have to.ย 

โ€œThen we start there,โ€ he says, as he parts from your lips, words said in the promise of the same breaths you both had just exhaled, โ€œIโ€™m not moving until next semester. We have two months of summer before Iโ€™ll be in Kyoto full time, and before you have classes again,โ€ his fingers find yours, intertwining with his, hand engulfing yours, โ€œWeโ€™ll live as philosophical presentists,โ€ and you scoff, a smile pulling on your lips.ย 

โ€œYou donโ€™t miss an opportunity to give a lesson, do you?โ€ He gives a wry smile.ย 

โ€œTake the professor out of the classroomโ€”โ€œ and you snort, โ€œwhat I mean is letโ€™s live in this moment โ€” we could discuss the future and past all day long โ€” but neither exist right now,โ€ and he rests your palm against his cheek, fingers squeezing your own, โ€œbut we do, in this moment right now, so why donโ€™t we savor it?โ€ย 

Your lips canโ€™t help but curl into a smile, โ€œHow about instead of a drink you make me breakfast?โ€ย 

~~~~

Was it possible to get deja vu from an experience you hadnโ€™t had yet?ย 

You step into Suguruโ€™s shower, a distinct sense of deja vu settling over you as you wash yourself, the marks of the night before (and this morning) still littering your body, as if to remind you that it wasnโ€™t a dream.ย 

It better not be, as you pinched yourself again, pressing your hands to your still hot cheeks, sticking your head under the water. God, this shower smelt like him, the scent of his shampoo and soap lingering in the bath, even after he had left. He had showered here this morning, after you had laid in for a bit longer, emerged from the master bath with only a towel around his waist, stray water droplets running down his chest, drenched black strands clinging to his skin. He had stood here, and washed himself โ€” lathering his body, hands drawn up and down his muscles, from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach โ€” lower and lowerโ€”

You bit your lip, as you pressed your thighs together.

No, no, if you did that and Suguru caught you, he would never let you live it down. You finish your shower, the squeak of the faucet as you shut the water off, before toweling off. You glanced at your clothes hanging on the towel rack outside the shower, rumpled from the night before, reluctant to pull it back on. Instead, you step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your body,ย 

You had a better idea.ย 

~~~

โ€œYou have good timing,โ€ Suguru says, smile on his lips, as he folds the omelet, yours he had decided, as with pancakes, his first omelet has not come out as well as this one had, โ€œnot late for once,โ€ as he carefully plates the other omelet with some rice as well as miso soup he had made the night before, โ€œIโ€”โ€œย 

And he turns, words fleeing his mind, assuredly taking his several years of education and teaching with it, as all the blood from his brain floods downward.ย 

You were wearing his button up from last night, the wrinkled fabric draped over your body, falling past your thighs, the buttons mostly done, with a few top buttons unbuttoned far too teasingly โ€” just one more and he could kiss your chest, two and he couldโ€”ย 

Fuck.ย 

โ€œWhat?โ€ You blink, chewing on your lip, โ€œsorry I didnโ€™t want to get back on my clothes from last night, so I stole your shirt, and uh,โ€ your gaze shying away, โ€œyour boxers,โ€ย 

Self control. He had perfect self control โ€” hell, this last year had been an exercise in self control โ€” control from brushing his fingers over your cheek, control from saying anything that pushed the line any further than the two of you had blurred it, control himself from taking you in his office (though he had not controlled himself as more as he was interrupted โ€” twice).ย 

But it was as if the dam had broken,ย  the small cracks formed in the concrete now had compromised the integrity of the barrier and had burst the night before, and now โ€” he rounded the counter, his arms reaching for you โ€” there was no putting the water back in the dam after a flood.ย 

Then again, he was more than happy to get swept away โ€” if it was you.ย 

โ€œSuguโ€”ummph,โ€ his name was muffled by the namesakeโ€™s own lips, swallowing the rest of his syllables along with your breath. His hands rake down your sides, his large hands slipping under your shirt, finding bare skin underneath.ย 

โ€œNothing but my boxers and shirt?โ€ He kisses your jumping pulse, lips lingering on your neck, as his hands squeeze your hips, โ€œitโ€™s like you knew what I wanted for breakfast, Princess,โ€ fingers toying with the hem of the boxers you stole, โ€œstealing isnโ€™t very ethical,โ€ย 

โ€œNeither is a professor sleeping with a student,โ€ you said between gasps.ย 

He chuckles, โ€œWell, a fair point, but let me remind you,โ€ his fingers tease the elastic of his boxers you wore, the pads of fingers burning against your skin, as his erection pressed between your ass, drawing a gasp from your lips, โ€œyou wanted it,โ€ย 

โ€œWhatโ€™s gotten into you?โ€ you murmur, as his hand dips into your boxers, your head pressed against his body, lips parted, as a ribbon of heat spreads like a fire in dry heat.ย 

And he knows exactly whatโ€™s gotten into him, his clothes on you, the scent of his soap and shampoo on you, and the way your body just melts under his touchโ€”as your eyes drift to meet his own, looking up with lust scrawled across your features.ย 

โ€œYou just look like a dream,โ€ and his body met yours with a practiced ease, as if he had loved you all his life, and not for the first time last night, โ€œone that Iโ€™ve had for far too long,โ€ he buried. His face in the crook of your neck, lips pressing careful kisses as if youโ€™d disappear under his touch, โ€œis this real?โ€ย 

And he doesnโ€™t know why his breath catches at the question, a question he knows the answer to, because he knows youโ€™re real, your warm skin under his touch, the pulse he felt racing under his lips โ€” but he still worried heโ€™d wake up in any second and you wouldnโ€™t be here.ย 

You softly chuckle, pinching his arm, โ€œyou feel that?โ€ And he nods, and you turn to face him, leaning up to kiss his lip chastely, โ€œdid you feel that?โ€ And heโ€™s nodding, eyes fluttering, before you kiss his neck, teeth grazing his soft skin there, a gasp parting his lips, as you lean back, a smirk pulling on your lips,ย  โ€œand you definitely felt that,โ€ you press your body into his, โ€œthis is real, Iโ€™m not going anywhere,โ€ and he smiles, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him, โ€œshould we have breakfast now?โ€ย 

His lips curl, his fingers tilting your chin up, as he leans down to kiss you again, โ€œin a minute.โ€ย 

Because now you both had plenty of those.ย 

~~~

โ€œWhere are we going?โ€ย 

Suguru laughs, you were sure his laugh was in the top five noises that he made โ€” right between him whispering your name in the morningsย  and the way he groaned when you teased him particularly badly.ย 

His eyes still fixed on the road, flickered to you for a moment while he drove, โ€œThe more you ask, the less likely I am to tell you,โ€ and you pout, hiding the smile that creeped on your lips as you crossed your arms.ย 

After the day you two spent, the next day, Suguru had already made plans to take you on a date โ€” only giving you a day or so to prepare. No instructions except to wear layers to keep a little warm.ย 

โ€œYou werenโ€™t likely to tell me anyway,โ€ he chuckles, as you glance at him again โ€” it still almost feels forbidden as you did โ€” he had opted for contacts rather than glasses, his hair tied in a bun as usual, lips curled in your favorite smile โ€” you didnโ€™t have to steal glances anymore, these glances were yours to have.ย 

It felt so different from that drive you had taken to the conference โ€” it felt as if you were being suffocated by your feelings, sucking the air you breathed from your lungs as if to stop you from speaking because any word you spoke would only cross that line you couldnโ€™t even toe without drowning. But now, that line wasnโ€™t even blurred, it was gone, washed away by the decision the two of you made โ€” and it couldnโ€™t have been better.ย 

Because now you could do this.ย 

Your fingers rest on the gap of the console, before sliding over, and finding his thigh. His eyes slide over to you, โ€œNeed something sweetheart?โ€ย 

You hum, drawing circles on his thigh, โ€œWondering if I could convince you to tell me where weโ€™re going with some extra credit?โ€ย 

โ€œI donโ€™t remember assigning any extra credit, plus youโ€™re not being graded, but even if you were,โ€ you smile, โ€œyouโ€™d have at least a B+,โ€ย 

You gasp, โ€œSuguru!โ€ He laughs, even harder when he spots the pout on your lips, โ€œI think I deserve higher than that,โ€ย 

He pulls up to a stoplight, fingers finding yoursย  โ€œwell maybe you can change my mind tonight,โ€ย 

โ€œWill we ever get there? Or is it a โ€˜Waiting for Godotโ€™ situation?โ€ He snorts, as he intertwined his fingers with yours, lifting the back of your hand to his lips and holding it there.ย 

โ€œI promise Iโ€™ll never keep you waiting,โ€ and your gaze softens, as he continues to hold your hand as he drives.ย 

You smile, squeezing his hand, โ€œGood, because I think we both have waited long enough.โ€ย 

~~~

โ€œIs the blindfold necessary?โ€ย 

โ€œTrust is essential to a relationship,โ€ Suguru replied, his arm around your waist as the other hand held your own, a blindfold tied around your eyes, as he guided you somewhere โ€” the blindfold had come a few minutes before you reached your destination, โ€œdonโ€™t you trust me, princess?โ€ย 

โ€œOh I donโ€™t know, it depends on whether youโ€™re planning on murdering me and disposing of my body in the ocean,โ€ and he pauses โ€” you can almost see the furrow of his brow, โ€œyou may have blindfolded me but I can still smell,โ€ the scent of sea salt carried by the cool breeze tickled at your nose, even as you still walked on pavement approaching the beach, you could faintly hear the distant sounds of waves crashing against the shore.ย 

โ€œI suppose I should have gotten nose and ear plugs for my far too observant girlfriend,โ€ and the title makes your heart squeeze, as his fingers squeeze your hand, before parting, only to brush against your hair as he undoes the blindfold, โ€œwell since itโ€™s spoiled already,โ€ย 

The blindfold falls away, sunlight peeking through a moment, as the world comes into view โ€” a beautiful sandy beach with salty waves parting through the shore, so bright as the sun reflects off the sand, making your eyes squint, only for Suguru to place sunglasses carefully on your face, โ€œYou came prepared,โ€ your lips curl, as he tucks the blindfold away, and lifts up a picnic basket, โ€œin more than one way,โ€ย 

โ€œWell, I thought a picnic on the beach was a nice way to begin today,โ€ and he pulls out a sunhat from his bag as well, placing on top of your head, โ€œdonโ€™t worry, I have sunblock as well, in case we need it,โ€ย 

โ€œYou thought of everything, didnโ€™t you?โ€ and you look up at him, the light glinting off his flint eyes like sparks, โ€œand now whatโ€™s my job here?โ€ย 

โ€œEnjoy today, take in the view,โ€ and your fingers brush his cheek, somehow warmer than before.ย 

โ€œFunny, I thought I already was.โ€ย 

~~~~

โ€œAre you cold?โ€ Suguru murmurs, when he feels you lean on him, a slight shiver against his chest that runs up your spine, and before you can answer, heโ€™s wrapping a blanket around the two of you.ย 

โ€œMr. Philosopher always has all the answers donโ€™t you?โ€ Another breeze has you moving even closer, as his palm moves to lean towards you, arm brushing against your back.ย 

โ€œNot all the answers,โ€ and he brushes a stray hair behind your ear, as his lips brush against it, โ€œI still donโ€™t know how you became so irresistible,โ€ย 

โ€œAll the ethics, of course,โ€ and he snorts, as he hums, his hand sliding against your cheek, as his lips press against the soft skin beside your ear, โ€œSuguโ€”โ€ย 

โ€œHm?โ€ he leans back to listen so intently, noses brushing, and all the words you have slips off your tongue, every thought flies right out of your head, and all thatโ€™s left is the feeling of warmth that comes with being this close.ย 

God, he was unfairly gorgeous โ€” even now, his hair unkempt from the wind as dark locks trickled out of his bun, hisย  skin painted with a pretty flush, and his warm body pressed against you made any thought of being cold evaporate.ย 

โ€œSweetheart? You okay?โ€ he murmurs, fingers drifting over your cheek, a tilt of his head, and pulls you back from your reverie like the waves pulling more sand back into the ocean.ย 

โ€œIโ€™m okay,โ€ you shake your head, as your fingers rest over his, leaning into his touch, โ€œI just was thinking how perfect this moment was,โ€ย 

โ€œAnd whatโ€™s so perfect about it?โ€ย 

โ€œYou and me, just,โ€ you bite your lip, โ€œI didnโ€™t think itโ€™d happen,โ€ย 

โ€œMe either,โ€ he admits, โ€œI donโ€™t ever want to hold you back โ€” I couldnโ€™t stand to be the reason for your unhappiness,โ€ย 

โ€œI could never see you as that,โ€ and his lips curl, โ€œpromise youโ€™ll never leave me?โ€ย 

โ€œPrincessโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œJust promise,โ€ you murmur, โ€œeven if it isnโ€™t realโ€”โ€œย 

โ€œWho says it isnโ€™t?โ€ His lips brush yours, a heat that swallows your cold, creeping anxieties and burns them to nothing, โ€œI promise, Iโ€™ll never leave you,โ€ย 

โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t make promises you canโ€™t keep,โ€ย 

โ€œWell, call me a Kantian,โ€ he kisses you again, whispering these words against your lips, โ€œbecause I intend to keep this promise.โ€ย 

~~~

โ€œAre you sure thereโ€™s nothing I can do to help?โ€ย 

You chuckle, glancing over your shoulder at Suguru looking perfectly lost as he stood, watching you, hands crossed if only to stop him from taking over.ย 

โ€œFor the millionth time, no,โ€ you continue stirring the miso soup you were making, as you tenderized the chicken for the chicken katsu, โ€œjust keep me company,โ€ you glance at him, biting your lip as your eyes raked over his outfit โ€” a white shirt tucked under a navy pullover tucked into dark jogger pants, โ€œand youโ€™re already providing eye candy,โ€ you teased.ย 

โ€œOh, am I?โ€ He raised an eyebrow, and you turned back to the task at hand, as you set the meat tenderizer down, to prepare the chicken to be breaded, and his arms curled around your waist, โ€œand what if I want you to use a little more than your eyes?โ€ย 

โ€œSuguru, my dinnerโ€”โ€œ but he continues, fingers brushing your hair aside, his warm breath turning your blood to molten molasses, โ€œyouโ€™re making a habit of interrupting our meals like this.โ€ย 

โ€œThe only thing I want to eat is in my arms,โ€ he kisses your neck, feeling you shiver, โ€œthereโ€™s another philosophy โ€” โ€˜the customerโ€™s always right?โ€™โ€

You laugh, warmth blooming in his chest at the sound, โ€œthis isnโ€™t a restaurant, unless Iโ€™m charging you at the end of this,โ€ย 

โ€œMaybe you should, Iโ€™d be more than happy to oblige,โ€ and you hum as he trailed kisses down your neck to your shoulder โ€” he never had a sweet tooth, but you were the only dessert he ever had craved.ย 

โ€œKnowing you, it would also come with a review written in red pen,โ€ and itโ€™s his turn to laugh now, as you lowered the stove temperature on the soup, before turning to face him.ย 

He pulls you flush against him, โ€œIโ€™d hope youโ€™d do better than a B+ this time,โ€ and you glare at him, before your lips curl into a smirk, as you dare closer, your chest now pressed against his.ย 

โ€œThis time I will because my annoying prick of a professor is very much able to be persuaded by other methods not available to me at the time,โ€ your lips ghost over his ear, just as your voice used to haunt him in his dreams, โ€œbut now, I think heโ€™ll be quite amenable to my work,โ€ย 

โ€œDonโ€™t you want to earn your accolades?โ€ and your smile is more wicked than the night itself, as you lean up to meet his own.ย ย 

โ€œOh I will be earning them,โ€ your lips are so close he could feel the words you spoke as you did โ€” every part of your lips, every flick of your tongue โ€” and then heโ€™s met with your fingers dragging flour over his cheek, โ€œafter dinner.โ€ย 

Suguru gaped at the flour smeared across his cheek, as you turned back around, the click of the burner as you turned it high again, โ€œWas that necessary? You snorted, as you began to season the chicken, as he wiped the offending flour from his cheek.ย 

โ€œWell, was it necessary to give me a 99 on the final paper?โ€ย 

~~~~

โ€œWell, this is just unfair,โ€ you sat in the middle of a cat cafe โ€” arms crossed and biting back a small smile that threatened to bloom across your lips โ€” the cutest one you had found in the heart of Tokyo that you had reluctantly dragged Suguru.ย 

He wasnโ€™t a fan of cats or dogs, for that matter.ย 

But now, after paying the admission fee, and ordering your drinks, the two of you sat in an enclosure of cats you were far too eager to meet โ€” and perhaps, they could sense it.ย 

โ€œDid you break Kantian principles and lie about hating cats or is the universe playing a prank?โ€ you watch as yet another cat approaches your boyfriend, an entire litter already taking up residence on any available real estate on his body, while you had only a single cat in your lap the entire time, as if it was taking pity on you.ย 

This was no better than when you were a T.A., swarms of students surrounding Suguru, while you were left with barely a soul. Apparently it applied to students and animals, and you felt a small twinge of jealousy โ€” but you werenโ€™t sure if you were more jealous of the cats or him.ย 

โ€œI donโ€™t hate them, I just donโ€™t particularly want one of my own,โ€ he shrugs, as he scratches the newcomer behind the ear, โ€œbut maybe youโ€™ve changed my mind,โ€ย 

โ€œI tend to have that influence,โ€ and his lips curl.ย 

โ€œI have seem to have developed a soft spot for strays,โ€ and you gape at him, as he snorts at your aghast expression, a cat swatting at his bobbing bangs as he shook with laughter, โ€œbut youโ€™re my favorite one,โ€ย 

โ€œI better be,โ€ you grumble, crossing your arms and pouting, before you watched him pet yet another cat that had made itself at home on your boyfriendโ€™s lap. And you pull out your phone to sneak a few pictures.

โ€œI wanted to ask you something actually,โ€ he says as you glanced up from your phone, he bit his lip, a small hint of nerves apparent in his stiff shoulders and shy gaze, โ€œIโ€™m going to Kyoto next week to look for an apartment for when the semester starts,โ€ and your heart sinks a little at the thought โ€” the summer was half over already, and it was far too quick for your liking. The more you wanted time to linger, the more it seemed to escape you, โ€œI wanted to ask if youโ€™d like to come to see apartments with me,โ€ย 

You blink, you ask softly, โ€œYou want me to come?โ€ย 

He gets up, easing the cats gently out of his lap, as he makes his way to your side. He sits beside you, the cat in your lap, stretching its way between the two of you, as you rub his head.ย ย 

โ€œI know we said we would see how this would go before the start of the semester, but I know what I want โ€” I think I did from the very start of this,โ€ he says, as his ebony gaze finds yours, โ€œI want to be with you โ€” and Iโ€™d like you to come with me to pick out an apartment, because I want it to be somewhere you want to be tooโ€”โ€œย 

And you cut him off with a kiss, arms thrown around his neck โ€” he freezes a moment, before melting into your kiss, his fingers cupping your cheeks, โ€œWeโ€™ll have to make sure itโ€™s pet friendly,โ€ย 

He chuckles, his forehead pressed against yours, โ€œSo weโ€™re getting a cat?โ€ย 

Your fingers find his own as another cat brushes against both of your legs, โ€œThat or a poodle.โ€ย 

~~~

โ€œWhat did you think of that place?โ€ You ask as you both walk out of another viewing for an apartment, as he looks at the list he made on his phone, โ€œit had good light, itโ€™s close to the university, itโ€™s pretty spacious,โ€ But heโ€™s sighing, as you tilt your head, โ€œSuguru?โ€ย 

โ€œSorry, itโ€™s nothing,โ€ heโ€™s shaking his head, โ€œi think we should look for another place,โ€ the same thing he had said for the last three places โ€” he had found something wrong with each of them, but this one seemed different.ย 

โ€œWhy?โ€ and he doesnโ€™t answer, and you cling to his arm, a hand on his cheek to guide him to look at you, โ€œSugu?โ€ย 

He bites his lip a little, as he rubs the back of his neck, โ€œitโ€™s just far from the station so when you come to visit, it might be a little difficult for you,โ€ and your gaze softens, mouth opening to reply, โ€œI didnโ€™t want to tell you because I know you would tell me not to worry,โ€ and you close your mouth, and he chuckles, โ€œI was right huh?โ€ย 

โ€œOh, a man is a smart ethics professor and he thinks he knows everything,โ€ you kiss his lips, โ€œyou really donโ€™t have to worry. Weโ€™ll make it work,โ€ย 

โ€œI know, but the round trip on the bullet train is four hours, I donโ€™t want to make you wait longer or waste even a minute of your time together,โ€ he murmurs, as you twirl a dark strand of his hair between your fingers.ย 

โ€œNo moment spent getting to you or being with you is a waste,โ€ you smile, fingers smoothing your boyfriendโ€™s furrowed brow, โ€œplus the train gives me time to catch up on my reading โ€” and youโ€™ll be coming to see me too,โ€

โ€œI know, I just,โ€ he sighs, leaning into your hand resting against his cheek, โ€œI donโ€™t want to ever be a burden,โ€ย 

โ€œNot to me, itโ€™s not a burden when itโ€™s you,โ€ your fingers find his and bring his knuckles to your lips, โ€œyouโ€™re worth every minute,โ€ย 

โ€œAnd youโ€™re worth so much more than that,โ€ and you smile against his skin.ย 

โ€œAlways have to one up me, donโ€™t you?โ€ And his arm wraps itโ€™s way around your waist, tugging you close.ย 

His lips brush yours again, โ€œAlways, when it comes to caring for you.โ€ย 

~~~

โ€œYou found such a perfect hotel room,โ€ you sighed, collapsing onto the pristine (not so pristine now) bed, your feet very sore from all the walking you had done over the last three days, โ€œIโ€™m glad you finally found a place you liked,โ€ and he sits at the edge of the bed, beside you, as he chuckles at the sight of you laid starfished on the bed, โ€œthe apartmentโ€™s beautiful, close to the university and a station, and it allows pets,โ€ย 

His fingers find your foot, massaging the sore sole, bringing a low groan from your lips, eyes fluttering shut, โ€œGood thing, otherwise, theyโ€™d never let me bring you in,โ€ and your eyes snap open to playfully kick him and he laughs, as he stares at you, fingers ghosting over your ankle.ย 

โ€œWhat are you staring at?โ€ You tease, and he canโ€™t help the words that escape his lips.ย 

โ€œI love you,โ€ and your breath catches, as your mind struggles to process the words that left his lips, and a chuckle leaves his lips, as he leans over on his elbow to hover over you, โ€œIโ€™ll say it again, as many times as you need to hear it,โ€ย 

โ€œYou will?โ€ your lips curl into a smile, โ€œbecause I think I would like to hear it again,โ€ย 

โ€œI love you,โ€ and his lips graze against yours, โ€œI love you,โ€ again, his lips linger a moment longer, โ€œI love you,โ€ again, โ€œI love youโ€”โ€ย 

And you kiss him this time, your fingers cupping his cheek, sliding to the back of his neck, as your forehead press together, โ€œI love you too,โ€ and he grins down at you, his lips finding yours again and again, pressing you into the comforter, โ€œI love you, Suguru,โ€ you murmur, his fingers skimming your cheek.

โ€œYou know you donโ€™t have to say it backโ€”โ€ย 

โ€œI know,โ€ you scoff, as you pinch his cheek lightly, โ€œI said it because I meant it, I do love you, Suguru โ€” I have for a long time,โ€ย 

He smirks, โ€œA long time?โ€ย 

โ€œShut up,โ€ you pout, and heโ€™s laughing as he showers your face with soft kisses, โ€œnooo, I changed my answer, I donโ€™t know if I love yโ€”โ€ and heโ€™s swallowing your words with another kiss โ€” but this one is languid and deep, a heat that sinks in from his touch, as his body brushes against yours, until he finally parts to allow you both a breath, โ€œnot fair,โ€ย 

โ€œSorry sweetheart, no changing your answer now,โ€ he runs his fingers through your hair, and youโ€™re pulling him into another soft kiss, before you bury your face in his chest, and he gives a soft sigh, as the two of you cuddle, a small chuckle on his lips.ย 

โ€œWhat is it?โ€ย 

โ€œDeja vu,โ€ and you blink, he laughs again, โ€œthe last time we were in a hotel together, we werenโ€™t together, but we had these feelings, and nowโ€”โ€ his lips find the top of your head, fingers running through your dark locks, โ€œthings are so different โ€” it almost feels like a lifetime ago,โ€ย 

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t that long ago, but Iโ€™m glad it feels that way,โ€ your nose brushes against the hollow of his throat, โ€œI want us to fill up our present with good memories, so that we donโ€™t have any of those other ones linger,โ€

โ€œI think we can manage that,โ€ his lips glide against yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, โ€œwe should shower,โ€ย 

โ€œWe?โ€ you raise an eyebrow, a heat that sparks and settles over your skin that only stokes brighter and hotter, when his hand runs down your side and squeezes your hip, โ€œSuguโ€”โ€ย 

โ€œShould we take a utilitarian approach? The benefits: itโ€™s better for the environment to preserve water, we can stay close to each other as we clean our bodies, and reach the spots that are hard for us ourselves to reach. The costs would be,โ€ his lips ghost your collarbone, โ€œwe would take longer thus using more water, we would get messier before we would get cleaner, and we might spend a lot more time in bed after,โ€ย 

โ€œHow is that a cost?โ€ you slip off the bed, tugging your shirt over your head and tossing it at him, before pulling down your shorts, as you open the bathroom door, leaning against the door frame, โ€œAre you going to show me the benefits of being my boyfriend?โ€ย 

~~~

โ€œSuguru,โ€ his name left your lips in broken syllables, as the head of his leaking cock teased your drenched entrance, your hands braced against the shower wall, the cold of the wet glass contrasting with the warmth of his body pressed against your back, โ€œplease,โ€ย 

โ€œPlease what, princess?โ€ his lips ghost over your shoulder, licking a water droplet from your neck, as he moves a few wet locks to kiss the skin behind your ear, โ€œYouโ€™re going to have to be more specific โ€” I canโ€™t help you, if you donโ€™t tell me what you need โ€” isnโ€™t that the first thing I taught you?โ€ย 

โ€œNo, the first thing you taught me was to never be late,โ€ you gasp as he allows his tip to sink into your needy cunt only a little, before he allows it to slip out, โ€œfuck, Sugu, please, I want your cock,โ€ย 

โ€œThere we go,โ€ his chuckle rumbles against your skin, as he guides his length to your dripping pussy before beginning to sink in, โ€œI told you we would be in here for a while,โ€ his fingers find yours, as he thrusts into you in one smooth movement, his balls pressed flush to your ass, โ€œeven your fingertips have become like prunes,โ€ he turns your head to see your lips parted and panting for him, cunt twitching as he drags a thumb down your lips, โ€œbut my favorite student doesnโ€™t mind does she?โ€ and you whimper as he pulls his hips back, only to pump back in even harder, a moan leaving your lips, as he holds an arm around you to hold you, as he presses his other palm against the wall, as he starts to fuck you in earnest.ย 

The slaps of your wet skin echoes in the glass walls of the shower, steam from the hot water filling both of your visions, as his tip brushes against your cervix, โ€œSโ€™good, Sugu, so deep,โ€ย  your walls flutter around his dick.ย 

โ€œGood girl, so perfect fโ€™me, take me so well,โ€ his balls slap against the soft flesh of your ass as he fucks you harder, โ€œbeen thinking about this for so long, thought about taking you in that hotel room all those nights ago, and itโ€™s better than I could have imagined,โ€ one of his hands finds your breast, tweaking and pinching your nipple, as your walls only pull him in deeper and deeper each time he sinks back in, โ€œperfect little princess cunt made fโ€™me, only for me,โ€ย 

Heโ€™s desperate, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, โ€œPlease, Iโ€™m close,โ€ your soft cries and moans will be the death of him. Heโ€™s turning your head and leaning forward to pull you into a kiss, a sloppy kiss thatโ€™s all tongue and teeth. His hands squeeze your hips as he rocks against you again and again, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in his ears, until he finally hits that spot that has you seeing stars, pulling you over the edge. You cum, the coil in your stomach snapping as you do, your walls clamping down on his dick, as he notches himself deep and cums โ€” spurting his hot release deep inside, as the two of you moan, lips parting. The quiet water drumming against his back fills the silence along with your soft gasps and his pants. The two of you slump forward in the shower, his arm braced around your middle, as his softened cock slips from inside.ย 

He presses soft kisses to your neck and cheek, whispering quiet praises, โ€œLetโ€™s finish washing up, baby, and Iโ€™ll help you into bed,โ€ and you nod, boneless, as you lean against his chest, fingers brushing down his cheek, โ€œare you okay?โ€ย 

You nod, as you lean up to kiss his lips, โ€œMore than, when Iโ€™m with you,โ€ and you add with a dreamy smile, โ€œespecially when I find out youโ€™ve fantasized about me,โ€ his already flushed cheeks even redder than before, โ€œyouโ€™ll have to tell me more about these thoughts,โ€ย 

โ€œAnd if I refuse?โ€ he murmurs, the blush kissing his ears now, the pink of his soft skin contrasting against the black of his gauges.ย 

You hum, โ€œI have my ways of making you talk,โ€ and he snorts, as your expression softens, โ€œI love you,โ€ย 

He turns you gently, finding your lips in another kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck โ€” and he canโ€™t think of a place heโ€™d rather be than with you, โ€œI love you too.โ€ย 

~~~

โ€œItโ€™ll fly by,โ€ you murmur, as you rake your fingers through his hair โ€” you had convinced him to get a trim a week ago, the dead ends long gone, and all that was left were his gorgeous locks. He still opted for the long hair look โ€” sometimes it was tucked away in a bun, other times it was half up, and even at times, he kept it down, โ€œitโ€™s two weeks, and then Iโ€™ll come by to visit you,โ€ย 

โ€œItโ€™s two weeks too long,โ€ Suguru sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck, โ€œIโ€™m sorry I had to doโ€”โ€ย 

You place a finger over his lips, โ€œDonโ€™t apologize for furthering your career with something youโ€™ve always wanted to do,โ€ you cut him off, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, โ€œI only have one year left of the program, and then after that, weโ€™ll see where weโ€™re atโ€”โ€ย 

He glances away, โ€œI donโ€™t know where either of us will be โ€” but I know I want us to be together,โ€ he bites his lip, and it only makes you want to kiss him all the more, โ€œif thatโ€™s what you want too,โ€ย 

You pull back only to find his lips again, โ€œYou never mince your words do you, Professor?โ€ You canโ€™t help but smile at this man โ€” the man you loved more than you could express in any combination of words.ย 

โ€œWell, I find my most bright students need a more direct approach,โ€ and you laugh, as heโ€™s pressing needy kisses along your jaw, nosing the sensitive skin, โ€œI think youโ€™ll find itโ€™s a tried and true method,โ€ย 

โ€œOh yeah, Iโ€™ve tried it โ€” itโ€™s very true,โ€ as his lips kiss their way back to yours, โ€œdo you mean that? And what did you mean? Do you want us to live together or live in the same cityโ€”โ€ย 

โ€œI would like us to live together, if we are at that point then,โ€ his gaze meets yours, a hint of concern dancing across his ever furrowed brow, โ€œI donโ€™t want to pressure you โ€” so why donโ€™t we discuss that when we get there?โ€ย 

โ€œSounds reasonable,โ€ your fingers smoothing his brow, โ€œbut for the record,โ€ you kiss the tip of his nose, โ€œI want to live with you too,โ€ and you bite back a grin at the joy that evaporates the hints of worry on his features, โ€œalong with our non-negotiable dozen cats and adorable poodle,โ€ย 

He laughs, an easy smile that pulled on his lips, as it always did with you, โ€œI told you, I donโ€™t take in strays aside from you,โ€ you grab your pillow and hit him with it, as he laughs, โ€œow, ow, Iโ€™m joking! Iโ€™m sorryโ€”โ€ and youโ€™re giggling as he rips the pillow from your grasp, only to roll you over onto your back, โ€œit sounds nice โ€” a home with you โ€” waking up next to you, planning our days, spending our evenings,โ€ he murmurs, โ€œfeels like a dream,โ€ย 

You pull him into a kiss โ€” youโ€™ve had many dreams about this man before you โ€” far too many sleepless nights hoping for this reality, only to have it ripped away. But you wouldnโ€™t wake up from this dream, the back of your knuckles grazing his cheek, not ever.ย 

โ€œIt wonโ€™t be โ€” not for long.โ€ย 

~~~~

โ€œStill not awake? Youโ€™ll be late if you wake up any later,โ€ a murmured whisper in your ear stirs you awake, words prying you from your unconscious, as you groan softly, limbs and eyes still so heavy with sleep. But you know you have to get up, part ways with your far too warm bed and the tempting grasp of your blanket.ย 

โ€œDonโ€™t wanna wake up yet,โ€ and a laugh rings in your ear, lips pressing soft kisses to your neck, โ€œnoooo, please, five more minutes,โ€ย 

He relents as you stretch your limbs and stare at the spinning ceiling fan above you โ€” your thoughts similarly circling the drain โ€” you had a lecture, a presentation, a student council meeting to tend to โ€” not to mention a meeting with your advisor and the department head about your thesis.ย 

You turn and cuddle into his chest, pressing soft kisses along the space where his collarbone and chest meet, you smirk against his skin as he shivers, as he murmurs your name.ย 

โ€œWhat? Iโ€™m trying to wake up,โ€ as you lean up and meet him in a lazy kiss, fingers finding the back of his neck, โ€œwhat better way than this?โ€ย 

Today was going to be long, but you supposed it was worth it only to end up here at the end of the day, as you turn and run your fingers through his black locks, โ€œWhat do you have to do today? First day of a new semester,โ€

โ€œTwo lectures and our meeting later today, and maybe lunch with you?โ€ And your lips curl, as you pull your phone off its charger to check your emails.ย 

โ€œReally? Lunch? You donโ€™t think that wouldnโ€™t rally scandal across campus two members of the student council conferring outside their meetings on the first day of spring semester?โ€ And he laughs, turning to face you, his short black hair fell in messy tangled in front of his forehead, โ€œmight be tempting political intrigue, Yuta,โ€ย 

And your boyfriend only smiles, jet black short locks falling in front of his forehead as his fingers brush your cheek before he leans over to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, โ€œI think weโ€™ll be alright,โ€ his fingers intertwined with yours, โ€œweโ€™ve been pretty lucky, donโ€™t you think?โ€

It was so simple, it was so easy, and it was so right.ย 

And your phone flashed with a reminder that caught your eye: Meeting with Suguru Geto โ€” the first time youโ€™d see him in several months, the first time since you had broken up, and the first time since he had broken your heart.ย 

And Yuta called your name, his eyes curious, โ€œYou okay?โ€ And you only smile, locking your phone and the glaring reminder away, to lean over and kiss your boyfriend.ย 

โ€œMore than okay,โ€ as you slowly sit up, โ€œcome on, we canโ€™t be late, can we?โ€ย ย 

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โœง a/n: this has been a long time coming - so when i planned part three with hannah, it was supposed to have three arcs -- this is only one of them lmao - i suppose i was a bit too ambitious with what i thought i could contain in one part. anyway sorry about this ending lmao :) love you - don't worry they will all have a happy ending

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if this isnโ€™t the tru-est thing ive seen today then idk what is ๐Ÿคง

Gege using his schlong whenever he draws sukuna

Gege Using His Schlong Whenever He Draws Sukuna
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waterโ€™s edge | 02

โ‚Šหš.เผ„ pairing: crown prince!gojo satoru x f!reader | setting: modern royal au | official playlist

โ‚Šหš.เผ„ summary: in a world where titles define their fates, gojo satoru, the crown prince of japan, and his wife-to-be, face a tempestuous court of deception and schadenfreude. as they waltz on the edge of ruin, can their love endure the treacherous waters that threaten to pull them apart, or will the whims of the enigmatic chrysanthemum throne prove strong enough to drown them both?

โ‚Šหš.เผ„ authorโ€™s note: did i really just punch out a 12.9k chapter? ๐Ÿ˜… thank you again to the loml @angstbot2000 for beta-reading! sorry for the wait everyone and thank uou for the sweet messages! again, reblogs are highly appreciated.

โ‚Šหš.เผ„ episode list: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. +++

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02
Waterโ€™s Edge | 02
Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

Flashback: Shinjuku Opera City (a week after the jubilee gala)

Click. Beep. beep. beep Your wristwatch mimicked a ticking time bomb right now. You breathe once to make sure you were still, for all intents and purposes, alive. The smell of the Sauvignon blanc laid in front of you was so heavenly, its grape-like aroma tempting you to take a sip but you couldnโ€™t, afraid that your body will just reject it in its current state of shock. You must have had a few too many earlier, your commoner palette not exactly used to the refreshing and crisp taste of white wine directly sourced from the rolling hills of Pouilly-Fume, and you must be hallucinating all this in your drunken stupor. Yes, all this was a hallucination, some sick naive dream you conjured after sharing a passing glance with the prince of the nation. It had to be, otherwise, why does it feel that your body has shut down? You were unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to think.

And you were adamantly sure that you had also been rendered unable to breathe.

โ€œโ€ฆHuh?โ€ That probably sounded stupid to your unlikely companions, well, normally it isnโ€™t that stupid if you havenโ€™t said that every five minutes or so during this fateful encounter. โ€œThis is a mistake. You really want me to-?โ€

โ€œ-Yes,โ€ he said immediately, his mother nodding alongside him. His finger glided across the rim of his scotch glass. He took it neat, of course, the Crown Prince is a man of good taste. โ€œI can ask my people to help you move your belongings to a more dignified residence tomorrow morning.โ€

The empress frowned at Satoruโ€™s backhanded comment about your way of life. โ€œSatoru, youโ€™re scaring her,โ€ she whispered worriedly to her son.

โ€œIf sheโ€™s smart, sure,โ€ Satoru hisseed under his breath. If he was going to propose to you and consequently marry you under his parentsโ€™ orders, he was going to do it his way. โ€œLook, Msโ€ฆ?โ€ he trails off, your name escaping him.

โ€œ(Y/N),โ€ you provided. โ€œMy name is (Y/N).โ€

He makes a soft โ€˜tchโ€™ sound which goes unnoticed since you were too preoccupied in shaking away the haze of thoughts in your mind dimming your ability to think. He continues, โ€œAs I was saying. Ms. (Y/N),โ€ he puts emphasis on your name, etching the loathsome sound of it into his mind. โ€œI havenโ€™t been completely honest with you.โ€

What did he mean by that? โ€œExcuse me?โ€

โ€œI know I said that I was just a fan when I sent you those flowers after your performance tonight but, I guess you could say Iโ€™ve become an admirer of yours.โ€

This was all scripted, and Satoru, despite having had a memory good enough to memorize has a good his entire family tree including the collateral branches before he even graduated from primary school, found the words getting stuck in his throat and he trailed off, his mind was filled to the brim with nothing but the face of the woman he is unwillingly betraying in the name of protecting his status.

But wasnโ€™t this what she wanted when she threw herself at the emperorโ€™s feet that night? She was selflessly allowing him to go through with this despite knowing that every false tender word that he says to you would be a dagger to her heart, that every moment spent with you instead of her would make her cry a river of tears.

It feels as if this entire thing was a circus he had been forced into because his crown was hanging dangerously off the edge of the tightrope above him. Forced to perform, forced to act, forced to smile so that he wouldnโ€™t feel the sting of the whip his father, the ringleader, had in his hand. Wasnโ€™t that something Satoru has always done? How was this any different from all the elaborate ruses heโ€™s been ordered to perform? Gojo involuntarily looks behind his seat, craning his head back, hoping to see the familiar figure of the love of his life standing exactly a meter away from him, just as sheโ€™s always faithfully done, but that was all wishful thinking; Himiko had been removed from the duty of accompanying him tonight.

โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™m just a fan,โ€ he continues, turning his attention back to you, the words confessing his so-called love being uttered stoically. You stop him right there, the amount of bewilderment in your heart at a fatal maximum. His hand finds his pocket, searching for the godforsaken ring he is about to present to you. โ€œAnd Iโ€”โ€œ

โ€œโ€”Youโ€™re just curious, Your Royal Highness,โ€ you dismissed his so-called feelings with a shake of your head. โ€œYouโ€™ve never been with someone outside your circle, and youโ€™re curious about what it would be like to be involved with a commoner like me.โ€

When the words leave your lips, a stretch of panic washes over your face. Did you just disrespect the prince and the empress by doubting the sincerity of his words? Or did they disrespect you by treating you like a moron? Were you just supposed to believe that Prince Satoru had feelings for you? Your mind was spinning, and you were feeling a migraine aura beginning to form at your peripheral vision. You had to get out of there. Quickly moving the chair back so that you could stand up, you bow contritely to excuse yourself from the room. โ€œMs. (Y/N), please wait!โ€ the empress sighs exasperatedly when you leave the private dining room of the high-class restaurant, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you hurriedly see yourself out.

Perhaps, they were being too hasty for you to say โ€œyesโ€, too secretive about their true intentions. If they were to even have a chance of convincing you to marry Satoru, they have to let you in on the truth. Luckily, despite her age, the empress catches up to you just as you are about to hail a cab which was proving to be difficult since it was now past eleven oโ€™clock and even the busy skyscraper district of Shinjuku was starting to look deserted.

โ€œMs. (Y/N),โ€ she breathes, stopping just a few feet from you. โ€œPlease hear me out. Iโ€™m sorry, this was a mistakeโ€ฆโ€

โ€œIt's fine, Your Royal Highness, I know the Crown Prince doesnโ€™t like me the way he says he does. I may not be as highly educated as you but Iโ€™m not an idiot.โ€

The empress looks on sadly. โ€œWell,โ€ she sighs, standing next to you. โ€œI knew you would figure it out sooner or later. Still, Iโ€™m really sorry for what happened back there.โ€

You donโ€™t respond for a long while, contemplating what to say; the air between you is one of awkwardness and somethingโ€™s gotta give, otherwise, you and the empress would be standing in the middle of the empty street like total fools. You are the first to break, โ€œYour Highness. Why me? And whatโ€™s this really about?โ€

Why on earth were you chosen over so many other women in Tokyoโ€™s most affluent families to become Prince Satoruโ€™s wife? You expected that this so-called dinner would be nothing more than a courtesy call to thank the prince and the empress for visiting the last night of your show. One could only imagine the emotional whiplash you felt when the prince suddenly offered for you to become his wife which was totally unexpected considering you have never spoken a word to one another before. Just what kind of a messed up Shakespearean romantic tragedy did you wind up in? This entire thing felt like a work by some deranged author whoโ€™s had one too many to drink while writing this poisoned manuscript of a love story.

โ€œItโ€™s exactly as the prince said,โ€ she says succinctly. โ€œThe prince isnโ€™t getting any younger and heโ€™s in need of a wife. Thatโ€™s what I would have told you if you were one of those shallow high society women Iโ€™ve had the displeasure of meeting.โ€ The empress bitterly thinks about one specific girl that is so loathsome and vile that she has forcibly brought Satoru on the brink of total destruction. Last weekโ€™s fiasco with the emperor was a warning shot, and knowing her husband, there wonโ€™t be a second time.

You frown, not liking it when people are purposefully brought down to compliment another. โ€œIโ€™m sure thatโ€™s not true,โ€ you mumbled, not really knowing what to say.

โ€œBut it is,โ€ the empress insists. โ€œPeople who are born with everything have this tendency to think they are above everyone else. Maybe that was what caused the prince to become this way, because his own mother was born from nothing,โ€ she chuckled.

Knowing that the prince was the only son she will ever be blessed with, having had him at the age of forty-one, she overindulged Satoru by giving him everything, and bending to his every will. So, Satoru grew up confident that heโ€™d only have to point at a storefront window and his mother would get it for him, otherwise heโ€™d throw a tantrum. Maybe thatโ€™s whatโ€™s going on โ€” all the scandals, all the controversies โ€” was this another one of Satoruโ€™s tantrums because they refused to allow him to have a relationship with, much less marry, his chief-of-staff?

โ€œNothing? I thought Your Highness, well before you married His Majesty, was an heiress to a car company. I donโ€™t think you should lump yourself in with us.โ€ Those who were truly born from nothing, you thought to yourself.

The empress puts a hand over her mouth as her shoulders begin to shake as she giggles. โ€œIs that so?โ€ she laughs, reaching into her coat pocket, in search of something. Finally, she feels the familiar feel of the trinket she keeps with her day and night.

You expected her to pull out something more valuable than a five yen coin, and it looked like itโ€™s an old one, judging by its rough and rust-stained edges. โ€œSee this?โ€ She carefully places the coin in her hand as if it were a precious item. โ€œThis was the first ever money I ever had to my name at only eighteen years old. I couldnโ€™t bring myself to get rid of it even now,โ€ she smiles wistfully as memories of her youth, albeit a simpler time away from the intrigue of the imperial court. She gently places the memento in your hand.

It was so light, it barely weighed a few grams yet it held so much of the empressโ€™s heart in it, like a personal diary that has kept her company throughout the years, or perhaps it was a compass that led her to the path that resonated with her true self- the girl of only eighteen that had the look of a dreamer in her eyes, or maybe it was an anchor that served to keep her feet firmly planted on the humble ground in spite of her exalted status as the emperorโ€™s consort.

You studied the coin. โ€œOnly five yen?โ€ Even you, a musician whose finances are scattered to the wind, could make more than five yen in less than an hour. You were confused. Was this another one of their tricks to get you to say yes? No, it couldnโ€™t be, seeing as how the empress seemed so genuine now, almost like the conversation you were having was like a mother and daughter having a heartfelt chat.

The empress nods. โ€œI was a store clerk at a music shop when I was young. It was the only way I could save up and go to college. Of course, this was all before my father invented that powerhouse of an automobile when he was tinkering around with a few of the customerโ€™s cars in the mechanic shop he ran.โ€

Listening intently to the empressโ€™s story, a sense of solidarity seemed to grow between you and her. โ€œAnd this was your first salary? Hard to believe music shops pay so little back then.โ€

โ€œNo, no. That was a tip I received from a customer when I returned her wallet. She left it in the shop and I ran after her. Of course if I were a thief, I would have taken off with it, but it was completely empty.โ€ That caused you to laugh. Who knew that the empress who always carried herself with poise and dignity had such a deadpan sense of humor? โ€œSo, she gave me the only coin in the wallet to thank me. A five yen coin. Since then, Iโ€™ve kept this with me at all times. Call it an old ladyโ€™s sentimental ramblings, but this is what keeps me from letting all this get to my head.โ€

You nod in understanding. But what did this beautiful story have to do with marrying Satoru? The empress senses the question before you could even form words to ask it.

โ€œWhat Iโ€™m saying is that Satoru was my outlet,โ€ she sulked. โ€œMy second chance. So I gave him everything his little heart could ever want. And as a mother I know it was wrong of me to raise him to think heโ€™s above everything and everyone.โ€ She didnโ€™t actively do that, though. Satoru just developed that toxic kind of thinking somewhere down the line. โ€œIโ€™m sure youโ€™ve heard the nasty things they say about my son.โ€

The atmosphere suddenly turns sullen. You remembered how you watched in horror when Prince Satoru appeared on your TV screen the morning after the jubilee gala. You normally saw the prince attending royal functions such as groundbreaking and ribbon-cutting ceremonies, and while you are aware, just like everyone else in the country, that Satoru had his own share of misfits, you dismissed it as the actions of a rebellious young adult. You never thought for one second that you would see the prince battering a man until he was closer to death than a rat caught in a mousetrap outside of a shady gambling den in an unsavory district in Tokyo.

โ€œIโ€™m pretty sure the press is stretching the truth at times.โ€ That was the right thing to say, you didnโ€™t want to badmouth her son in front of her.

She scoffs humorlessly. โ€œIโ€™m not asking you to defend him. What Iโ€™m asking of you is to help him.โ€ She takes your hand in hers. โ€œMs. (Y/N), this marriage may start out as a publicity stunt, but you could turn into something better than that.โ€

Maybe youโ€™d fall in love with the prince, and maybe he could open his heart to love another again, someone who was healthier for him than Himiko. While the disbelief in your face was clear, the empressโ€™s words give you a sense of hope but again, being excused from this narrative was what you wanted more than anything. โ€œI think you overestimate my power, Your Highness. What you are asking of me will only end badly, Iโ€™m sure of it. Itโ€™ll be a disaster for everyone.โ€

Looks like there was no convincing you. A lot seems to be going on inside the empressโ€™s head and you sympathized with her anxiety, but this was something you couldnโ€™t do. You have been what people call a โ€œpushoverโ€ your entire life, but the subject of your marriage is critically non-negotiable.

โ€œI understand,โ€ the empress is now resigned to her sonโ€™s fate. It seems, after all that song and dance in front of the emperor, it was all futile in the end. At this rate, this time tomorrow, the son of the empressโ€™s unwilling mistress would probably be declared heir apparent and she would be powerless to stop it.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, itโ€™s just my mother taught me that marriage is sacred and that I should never mess around with it. You could have asked me for anything, Your Highness, and I would have said โ€˜yesโ€™ in a heartbeat.โ€

โ€œYour mother seems like a very wise woman,โ€ the empress smiles softly. โ€œAnd sheโ€™s very lucky to have you as her daughter.โ€

You stiffened at that. โ€œIโ€ฆI wouldnโ€™t know if she feels that way, really.โ€

A wave of confusion crashes over the empress. What did you mean? โ€œSorry?โ€ she clarifies. You hesitate to let her in on your own pain and you feel a slight prick of guilt poking your heart. She had been so vulnerable tonight, so open with you about her grief while you guarded yours in a titanium safe. She decides not to push the subject further and instead places a hand over yours comfortingly before turning to leave.

A thought occurs in your head and everything seems to slow down. The cars passing by the main avenue of Nishi-Shinjuku seemed to be running at 10 mph instead of the roadโ€™s minimum 20 mph. The billboards towering over you have momentarily lagged like some fatal error occurred in the LCD screen.

โ€ฆThis was wrong, you shouldnโ€™t even be thinking of this.

...What would make you any different from a bloodsucking gold-digger?

โ€ฆDonโ€™t run after her.

She wouldnโ€™t want you to do this. It would kill her if you did this. But havenโ€™t you killed her many times before? What would make this time any different? Absolutely nothing. Your mind is made up.

โ€ฆ

โ€œYour Highness, please wait.โ€

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

6:12 AM.

You didnโ€™t know that the smell of flowers could be so vile and revolting.

Sat in the middle of a room with about a hundred bouquets of flowers from a multitude of well-wishers, at six in the morning on the day of your wedding, you gaze up at the huge mural of your new residence in the imperial palace. The pupils of your eyes followed each image on the vast painted ceiling which, compared to your tiny Tokyo apartment, felt like the entire sky altogether. Your eyes follow the image painted by Kanล Eitoku depicting life in the old seat of the imperial system, Kyoto, each blink of your eyes, you hone in on a new aspect of the mural: the mountain of Ryลซgatake, the old imperial palace which you were told still existed today, the grasslands surrounding the ancient capital, and the people of Kyoto as they go about their daily lives.

If only those people could speak and were not just plastered images on a lifeless cement canvas to keep you company, maybe you wonโ€™t feel as lonely having had to wait for your wedding day to roll by without your husband-to-be by your side.

Sighing, you fall against the carpeted floor, your hands clutching a greeting card from one of your friends who gushed about how you had suddenly become a princess-to-be overnight and how you must be so happy to be engaged to such a handsome man that is prince Satoru Gojo. You hold back your tears, your fingernails digging into the vellum card.

Youโ€™ve given up calling the Imperial Household Agency to connect the line to Satoru, they come up with a different ruse each time. โ€œPlease, I need to speak to the Crown Prince,โ€ you would sniffle into the lineโ€™s speaker desperately.

โ€œHis Royal Highness is busy right now in his office.โ€

โ€œMy apologies, Ms. (Y/N), but Prince Satoru is unavailable right now due to [insert name of engagement which is perfectly-timed with the wedding consultations heโ€™s supposed to attend with you here].โ€

โ€œPrince Satoru is currently away to inaugurate the new building for [insert any imperial charity foundation here].โ€

But you know all those so-called reasons for his absence were lies, excuses to keep their future consort from overthinking where her distant fiancรฉ could be. Come to think of it, you havenโ€™t seen Himiko around either, that alone should be enough to answer the lingering questions in your head about Satoruโ€™s whereabouts. It wasnโ€™t as if you could suddenly act like some jealous spouse when 1.) You arenโ€™t married yet. 2.) You are the trespasser in their relationship. 3.) You are simply a bandage solution to clean up the princeโ€™s image, someone who had unknowingly been at the right place at the right time. You are well aware of where you stand in the grand scheme of things; that kiss as you drove out of the palace compound that day should have been a good enough reminder that you will never truly be your future husbandโ€™s better half.

That title, the one you unwittingly stole from a woman youโ€™ve never even met before, is something you can never truly call your own. You were no different than the typical other woman who would wear the legal wifeโ€™s wedding dress like some thief.

Yet how is it that you know all of these things like scripture but you still spent the entire night crying over a man who finds it physically impossible to be in the same room as you? Why did it hurt so much when you saw your fiancรฉ shield his girlfriend from the autumn chill the same way you hoped he would shield you from the many challenging questions during that press conference? Why does it feel like a dagger had been plunged into your chest when you saw Himiko kiss Satoru so tenderly, and your husband-to-be returning the gesture with equal fervor?

You lay on your side, the velvet texture of the carpet somehow providing you some semblance of comfort. What would your retainers say when they come into this room and see the crumpled form of their future empress on the floor, her knees hugged to her chest as she tries to make sense of everything that has happened these past few days? You imagined that theyโ€™d probably think you were crazy, and Satoru would probably jeer at the thought of having a simpleton as a wife.

You were only a girl of twenty-three summers, you should be enjoying your twenties by doing the things that you love with the people you love. These sunny days of youth pass by in the blink of an eye, but in your case, you have been totally robbed of it, now being primed to become not just a princess but a wife too. While the former is certainly an intimidating role, the latter is just downright petrifying for someone as young as yourself.

Not a single soul save for the empress went to check up on you last night, the only people you were expecting to keep you company today are the hairdressers and makeup artists to prepare you for the wedding. Of course, the austere members of the Imperial Household Agency are also set to make an appearance in your chambers today probably to make you sit through another briefing session on court etiquette. You glance out the window, it was barely light out due to the winter equinox when nights are longer than daytime, and somehow that made you even more sad than you already were laying down on the floor of your room, desolately alone.

A knock at the door awakens you from your trance and you sit up, arranging your hair neatly and pulling on your shoes. Sighing, you make your way towards the door and see someone who you do not quite expect. He momentarily shifts his attenton to the battalion of attendants behind him, nodding to them. โ€œLeave us alone.โ€

โ€œYour Majesty, good morning,โ€ your breath hitches in your throat as you hastily bow your head before the emperor who seemed to be more anxious about this day more than you, seeing as he is already dressed in his three piece suit and slacks ensemble with the Collar of the Supreme Order of the Chrysanthemum hanging between his lapels.

The emperor was an enigmatic figure who mostly kept to himself, his chamberlain and main staff often joking amongst themselves how the emperor was really a recluse who had only been born to become the sovereign ruler of a nation by an unfortunate stroke of fate. Your future father-in-law hums in acknowledgement and you are left to wonder if this is where Satoru gets his aloof nature from. โ€œGood morning, (Y/N). May I come in?โ€ he asks as if this entire compound wasnโ€™t his.

โ€œOf course, Your Majesty.โ€

He eyes the many bouquets in the room, sighing heavily as he does, the guilt of putting you in this impossible position weighing on him. He admits that he jumped the gun when the empress offered to have Satoru marry someone who could brighten up his public image from the many blemishes it incurred during the night of the jubilee when he and Himiko were seen together, causing trouble in the casinos of the infamous Kabukichล red light district.. To have you bear the weight of becoming a lamb to the slaughter with this marriage was just downright cruel, knowing that his son will certainly make it his lifeโ€™s purpose to destroy you, but what choice did he have?

It is the crown that makes the choice for him, heโ€™s been told by his own father.

โ€œListen, do you have the slightest idea of what youโ€™re about to go through?โ€ the man whom you would call your father-in-law in just a few hours asks flatly.

Of course you do, Satoru has already given you a taste of what your marriage is going to be like. You solemnly nod โ€œI think so,โ€ murmuring softly, crestfallenness is evident in your voice. โ€œSatoru has made it clear.โ€

The emperor purses his lips as he fumbles with a tulip that had been nestled in one of the bouquets in your chambers, โ€œWell, itโ€™s good that you know. I know my son and I am not here to tell you that everything youโ€™ve seen these past couple of days will get better,โ€ he eyes the telephone, one you havenโ€™t even placed the phone back onto the handset in hopes that Satoru would call you. โ€œIn fact, itโ€™s only going to get worse from here.โ€

You frown, crestfallen. โ€œHow so?โ€ you asked, your hand gripping the fabric of your dress. โ€œAre you saying that this is just the beginning?โ€ Truthfully, you were fine with this being the beginning, only if you could have the reassurance that all this will come to an eventual end. But it seems now that this was going to be life as you know it, with a husband who gags at the sight of you and has the innate ability to treat you like you were his personal bedwarmer and doormat.

โ€œYes,โ€ the emperor says gravely, a dark look crossing his features. โ€œSo if youโ€™d like to back out now, now is your only chance. Satoru has made enough messes, a canceled wedding will barely do anything to his reputation at this point.โ€

Heโ€™s right; these past days have only proved that Satoru is probably granting you a way out, maybe thatโ€™s why he has done nothing else but to ignore you as a final act of mercy if you ever decide to bail. One tiny kiss on the cheek is nothing when he starts to go missing in the middle of the night to attend to his mistressโ€™s beck and call, when he starts to bring home his mistress for dinner to actively spite you with their relationship, or when he, god forbid, starts fucking in her in your marital bed while youโ€™re away on some royal function.

You could live a full life without him, having barely even known him save for his proclivity to emotionally torment you, but it feels wrong to justโ€ฆup and leave after all that song and dance in the press opportunity.l Shaking your head, the emperorโ€™s offer is refused insistently.

โ€œIโ€™m not going to give up on him, I wonโ€™t give up on our marriage before it even begins,โ€ your eyes bore into the emperorโ€™s own. Youโ€™ve promised yourself and the empress that youโ€™ll see this through, if Satoru is going to make your life a living hell, then, youโ€™ll just have to take all his blows like a champ.

โ€œI donโ€™t doubt your willpower, (Y/N). Iโ€™m just saying that this might be even more difficult for you than you think,โ€ the emperor warns. โ€œSatoru doesnโ€™t just push back, heโ€™ll run over people who get in his way.โ€

โ€œYour Majesty, itโ€™e alright. Iโ€™ll manage somehow.โ€ you mumbled. โ€œThe empress and I made an agreement that if I marry Satoru, Iโ€ฆโ€ you trail off, not really wanting to reveal more than you should, the emperor waits for you to continue, his eyebrows furrowed together.

What would you get if you married Satoru if not unnecessary suffering? And even then, that didnโ€™t sound like a good deal, the emperor thinks to himself. You could have gone on happily with your life, blissfully unaware of the trials of being married to the white-haired prince, you probably would have continued climbing the career ladder before finding someone to settle down with, maybe youโ€™ll have a few kids along the way, and Satoru would also be blissfully unaware of a certain (Y/N) (L/N) existing on this plane of reality with him.

Why were you so committed to marrying him?

โ€œIโ€™d be able toโ€ฆโ€ you stutter. There was no use hiding it now but maybe you could conceal the truth a little longer, if not for your sake, but for the empress โ€” no, a grieving mother โ€” who met you in a hotel cafรฉ that night with the weight of the world on her shoulders and asked you to keep the details of this transactional union a secret. โ€œI wouldโ€ฆโ€

The emperor raises a hand to stop you, though he is mildly perturbed at your hesitance to open up to him, he decides that whatever you and his wife were keeping from him does not concern him or the throne and that it is simply a thing that should be left unsaid. He really didnโ€™t want to pry into the details of the contract you agreed to, and since you seem to have already made up your mind, all he could do now is hope that you do not give up so easily on his son the same way he did, and that this choice to marry Satoru would not backfire on you or the imperial system in the long run.

โ€œStop. I understand,โ€ the emperor nods, his shoulders seemingly slumping in defeat as he is unable to convince you to cut it and run from the horrible fate you were speeding towards at a hundred miles an hour. Maybe Satoru was right to make you out to be an idiot, the emperor frowns. โ€œButโ€ฆdonโ€™t say I didnโ€™t warn you, and from the bottom of my heart, I wish you all the best.โ€

And just like that, the wedding pushes through as scheduled, having declared before the father of the groom that you werenโ€™t one to give up so easily, orโ€ฆmaybe itโ€™s just your blind optimism talking.

โ€œThank you, Your Majesty,โ€ you settle into an ornate curtsy, your foot gracefully tucked behind the other, your hand postured in a cordial handshake with His Majesty. The emperorโ€™s pupils dilate, his mouth runs dry and he feels like something in his body had momentarily stopped working or had broken entirely โ€” he knows that trademark act of obeisance so well โ€” youโ€™ve perfectly captured the image of a younger version of his wife who had perfected royal protocol in just under a year when they got married. She must have sought to teach you everything she knew or rather she was forced to learn by herself when she was in your position in an act of true esprit de corps. And for a moment, he finds himself surrendering to your doe-eyed but unmistakably poised charm, and he starts to become more convinced that you were a worthy future daughter-in-law.

He shakes his head, swiftly snapping him out of his trance, now was not the time for these things. The emperor nods back to return the gesture before turning to leave, just as your attendants are about to arrive to get you ready for the ceremony. โ€œWeโ€™ll see you in the cathedral, then, (Y/N).โ€

But as soon as he is halfway out the door, he turns back to look at you one last time as (Y/N) (L/N), for the next time he will see you, you will then be (Y/N) Gojo, his first daughter-in-law, the first royal bride in centuries who neither hails from a family of politicians nor influential persons alike, the icon of a new chapter for the imperial family.

He sighs, turning back around to face you, having almost forgotten the task heโ€™d been entrusted with by his wife. โ€œI almost forgot. Ijichi,โ€ he calls to his faithful grand steward who is waiting outside your chambers to bring forth a rather special gift he and the empress intended to present to you after the ceremony but he figured now might be a good time. The tall, lanky and sickly-looking spectacled man known as Ijichi bows before you which leaves a strange feeling festering within you, he was carrying a navy blue felt case that seemed so valuable that he had been compelled to wear gloves to prevent his bare hands from touching the fine fabric.

The emperor motions to open the case and your face pales when you see what is inside. โ€œThis is intended to be worn by the Princess Royal on her wedding day but since I donโ€™t have a daughter to give that title to, the title will now belong to you.โ€

The tiara in his hands is a hefty thing, molded entirely from the most of valuable of silvers, it resembled the Queen Mary Fringe Tiara that had been worn by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II on her wedding day, with an abundance of baton diamonds dotting every conceivable nook and cranny. It takes some time for you to adjust when it is placed upon your head, it only weighed a modest 1.7 kilograms, it was much lighter than the many tiaras the family keeps hidden away in the imperial vaults but for someone like you, it is an awfully heavy thing not just in the literal sense but also in the figurative side of things.

As of this moment, you werenโ€™t just an ordinarily forgettable face in a crowd anymore.

โ€œCarry the weight.โ€ The emperorโ€™s voice is commandeering. He steps back, scanning how the tiara looks on you from afar and though it looked awkwardly placed on your head with how you are struggling to balance its weight, you still managed to carry it adequately. โ€œNowโ€ฆyouโ€™re one of us.โ€

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

8:55 AM.

โ€œNeed some help?โ€

Satoru looks up to inspect the reflection on the mirror and a sad smile crosses his face when he sees the familiar figure of Himiko leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest as she gazes at her beloved getting ready for his wedding day. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to be here.โ€ He begrudgingly fumbles with his collar, unable to meet her eyes. โ€œI donโ€™t want you to get hurt,โ€ he professes, despite having immeasurably hurt you these past couple of days instead.

Himiko shakes her head. There was no use in grumbling about it now when just on the other side of the palace, Satoruโ€™s unworthy bride-to-be was being pampered by her many ladies with manicures, foot massages, and practically anything to make you happy while she, the princeโ€™s true love, was condemned to watch him be cruelly given away to someone else. There was a sense of finality with how hundreds of palace staff rushed through the hallways carrying all sorts of wedding paraphernalia to decorate the Chowaden reception hall and the courtyard to welcome the wedding guests.

Satoru frowns when her hands find his collar, she skillfully untangles the ribbon medal and readjusts the silver emerald-studded necklace that came with it.

Pleaseโ€ฆjust one more minuteโ€ฆone more minute with you, Satoru closes his eyes as Himikoโ€™s thumbs tentatively rub his chiseled cheek as if she were memorizing every bump and every curve of his skin before someone else tries to claim that they know every bit of Satoru inside and out. She knows it will never be true, no one can ever know Satoru the way she intimately knows him, not even if he was going to marry another woman. It may be possible for you steal everything from her โ€” the emperor and empressโ€™s favor, the publicโ€™s warm approval, the ring that had been fitted to accommodate the size of her finger before it was given to you โ€” it may have been easy for you to pull the rug from underneath her, but it would be difficult โ€” no, impossible โ€” for you to ever claim ownership of Satoru.

He was hers and she was his, Satoru leans against Himikoโ€™s touch, sighing woefully. โ€œIโ€™ll make her pay, I promise. Iโ€™ll break her, destroy her again. And again. And again until nothingโ€™s left of her,โ€ he recites the promise, punctuating the words with a kiss every time, as if they were having an illicit wedding of their own, and his words were a marriage vow โ€” the only one that he will honor with every fiber of his being. Himiko bites her lower lip before she slowly nods, appeased.

โ€œBut Satoru, marrying her is the only way for you to be restored as heir apparent. Either way, we canโ€™t win without doing this your fatherโ€™s way.โ€ Her hands leave his collar and she sadly gazes out the window, her narrow eyes glazing over the ancient ginkgo tree at the center of the palaceโ€™s vast atrium which was now shedding their green leaves to take on the tell-tale yellow hue as autumn draws near. She always loved the view of the palace courtyard from above, especially in this room where she and Satoru spent many nights proving their love for one another.

Gojo frowns at her melancholia, he comes up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. โ€œIโ€™ll think of something, I promise this wonโ€™t last longer than it needs to,โ€ he kisses her cheek, nuzzling it with his nose tenderly.

โ€œI donโ€™t mind waiting, Satoru, Iโ€™d wait for you forever, and as much as we both hate her, we need (Y/N),โ€ she spits out your name as if it were rat poison in her mouth. โ€œSo, letโ€™s just play along. Itโ€™s not like weโ€™re not used to meeting in deserted parking lots at midnight, right?โ€ She offers him a half-smile, reminding Satoru that their entire affair has always been illicit in nature.

Itโ€™s not like she was accepted by his parents to be their sonโ€™s future consort. Theyโ€™ve been through this before, hundreds of times rather, even before you came along. Theyโ€™ve had to deal with so many forces ripping them apart over the past three years from the oh-so-omnipotent emperor who hardly wields any political power to his neurotic wife whom she has called, on several occasions, a bitch.

And yet, together they remained as it has always been, with Satoru cradling Himiko in his arms as he peppers kisses up her neck, sucking at the soft flesh, his hips flush against hers. He does this in front of the window for any unfortunate passerby to see. Hell, Satoru was hoping youโ€™d walk by and see this heartbreaking display and maybe youโ€™ll just run home in your wedding dress with your tail between your legs.

โ€œWe donโ€™t have to get used to it, Himiko,โ€ he mumbles into her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume, the one he liked the most. โ€œOne day, we wonโ€™t have to hide anymore,โ€ he kisses her cheek tenderly, caressing the bone of her wrists which still bore faint marks from the handcuffs that had been wrongfully placed on her with his thumb. โ€œAnd people can say whatever they want about us, and it wouldnโ€™t matter because I will have been the emperor by then and you, my empress.โ€ He presses their foreheads together, the tips of their noses barely touching in a moment of silence.

After a long while, Satoru lets go of Himiko, his eyes scanning hers as if he were searching for answers hidden deep within her soul. โ€œWhat is it?โ€

โ€œI just wish you hadnโ€™t stepped in back there.โ€ It was a thought that kept him awake these past agonizing nights. โ€œMaybe if you just stayed out of my fatherโ€™s office, this wouldnโ€™t have happened. I was alright with you visiting me in my jail cell, you know.โ€

โ€œAs if Iโ€™d ever let that happen,โ€ she sighs when he pulls away to fasten his cufflinks, suddenly feeling a bit disheartened at the loss of his touch. She kisses his cheek, looking at his reflection through the mirror, her eyes alight with adoration. โ€œI promised Iโ€™d always be your ally, didnโ€™t I?โ€

When she and Satoru first met three years ago in the selection for his chief-of-staff, Himiko Zenin, despite coming from the affluent Zenin clan, lagged behind compared to her contenders who aced the exams that tested their knowledge on the law, constitution, history of the imperial system, royal protocol, foreign languages and other aspects that may prove useful for the princeโ€™s right hand. But there was one thing that she had that all the other applicants didnโ€™t have, and she demonstrated that perfectly when Satoru unexpectedly dropped by during the final interviews to speak to each of the candidates himself.

Satoru stared at Himiko with a bored expression that day, his being devoid of any emotion. โ€œMs. Zenin, it seems you did poorly in all of the exams,โ€ he glances at her file which should have been tossed in the bin by the time she placed last in the jurisprudence exam. โ€œAnd youโ€™re affiliated with one of the more morally ambiguous families in the country. Looks like todayโ€™s just not your day, huh?โ€

It was true. Having Himiko Zenin as his chief of staff was dangerous from the get-go. The Zenin clanโ€™s head back then during the time of the selection was on trial for graft and corruption. But, there was something Himiko had that all the other applicants did not. At the time, he couldnโ€™t quite put a finger on it but now, after years of selfless service to him, Satoru realizes that it was the ferocious loyalty that hid underneath her then perfectly ordinary shell which he personally refined into the gem of a woman she is now, and she never swore allegiance to the crown but rather to him, Satoru Gojo.

โ€œBut, Iโ€™ll indulge you,โ€ he reclined against his chair that day, his arms crossed. โ€œWhy should I even consider you as my chief of staff? What can you offer me that the others before you cannot?โ€

Her answer to that question instantly won him over and in that instant, Himikoโ€™s life had changed forever. โ€œWhatever you ask of me, Your Royal Highness, Iโ€™d give my very life for you.โ€

Satoru turns away from the mirror, his lips instantly on hers. His hand dangerously hovered over the hem of her dress. โ€œS-Satoru, what are you doing?โ€ she moans into his mouth as Satoru moves both of them to the bed, he climbs atop of her as she lay on the mattress, her locks splayed over the silk sheets. She knows what heโ€™s doing, this was almost like a film she has seen many times before; this was how tense conversations with Gojo go with him impatiently parting her legs, their hands desperately discarding their clothes until they are left utterly bare before one another.

He wanted to destroy you the same way you destroyed what he had with Himiko. This anger translated into his rough pace. He roughly jostles his hips against Himikoโ€™s, her arms wrapping around him as he buries his cock inside her, his lips covering her milky flesh with dark-purplish bruises, marking her as his.

Call him a sadist but he hopes that Himiko would change into a dress that could flaunt her marked skin so that when you fearfully look around the cathedral, warily searching for her, your heart would break at the sight of the countless hickeys on her neck and collar. He wanted to see you cry the first of the many tears you will shed for the crime of marrying him.

โ€œSatoruโ€ฆ!โ€ she cries out as the luscious feeling of his girth pistoning in and out of her. He grunts as he feels him inch closer and closer to his high. โ€œMmphโ€”โ€˜Toru,โ€ she whines when he reangles his hips, plunging deeper into her, his arms locking behind hers as he violently chases his release. Heโ€™s so close. โ€œI love you, I love youโ€ฆ-a-ah!โ€

A symphony of pleasured groans falls from his lips, his very being uncoiling as he cums. His hips involuntarily keep thrusting as hot spurts of his cum drips down Himikoโ€™s entrance, mixing with her own release. Himiko frowns as Satoru clicks his tongue at the soiled sheets beneath their connected forms. He groans as he pulls out, sinking into the warmth of her embrace, his still hardened cock poking her inner thigh. โ€œPromise me youโ€™ll only love me?โ€ she whispers as her fingers absentmindedly play with his white hair.

โ€œI promise,โ€ Gojo murmurs into the crook of her neck as he lulled to sleep by her soft, even breaths. โ€œI promise itโ€™s only youโ€ฆno one else.โ€

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

11:45 AM.

Only half an hour left. A crowd of, from what you have heard, 70,000 have gathered on the strip of the main road that the bridal car will pass en route to the cathedral.

โ€œItโ€™s true,โ€ your maid of honor who people refer to as Ieiri says, showing you her phone which showed the many tweets from news agencies, famous personalities and normal people alike about how excited they were to witness your wedding day. There were countless social media posts consisting of yours and Satoruโ€™s official engagement picture and many have taken to hosting their own live-streaming sessions of this monumental day.

โ€œEveryoneโ€™s so excited. I wish my wedding would be this big,โ€ one of your bridesmaids sighs dreamily. You manage a small chuckle at her, maybe if she knew of your plight right now, she would probably be eating those words alongside the many petit fours sheโ€™s been munching on this past hour. โ€œLook at all those people,โ€ she continues scrolling through her phone.

โ€œItโ€™s the first televised imperial wedding so obviously, itโ€™s a big deal, Riko,โ€ Utahime laughs. โ€œNot to mention, itโ€™s the first time a member of the imperial family would be married in a Western-themed ceremony.โ€ For everyone to see.

One of your newly appointed helpers enters the room, and jogs over to you as quickly as she can in her heels, she has a small jewelry box delicately decorated in an ecru gift wrapper in her hand. โ€œMs. (Y/N), this is from the prince. His butler told me to give this to you.โ€ Youโ€™ve been sad all day and your ladies-in-waiting heave a sigh of relief when they see a hint of a smile on your face, even if it did hold a bit of apprehension.

โ€œReally? For me?โ€ You stand up to accept the small token, careful not to ruffle your wedding dress too much as per the dressmakerโ€™s instructions since the fabric used to construct the piece was susceptible to crumpling. Momentarily setting your phone down on the vanity table mid-text, you graciously accept the wedding gift. Maybe Satoru was starting to warm up to you and that he is now chipping away at the wall he built between the two of you. You hoped that by sending you this gift, this would be the start of something new and better with your husband.

But given how things are, that would be impossible. This was probably just a gift he sent to appease you after many days of effectively acting like you donโ€™t exist.

You open the box and your ladies chatter around you excitedly. โ€œItโ€™s so pretty!โ€ the youngest of your bridesmaids, the daughter of the Japanese ambassador to France apparently, marvels at the pair of earrings. Briefly smiling at her, you then turn your attention to the small letter that was neatly slotted between the groove of the boxโ€™s padded interior that held the earrings in place. His handwriting was so conscientiously beautiful that it almost looked like a computer-generated font, there wasnโ€™t a hint of clumsiness in each stroke.

โ€œTo (Y/N),

Iโ€™m sorry about these past few days. This wonโ€™t make up for it, but, Iโ€™d like to join you in wishing for a successful marriage together.

โ€“ HRH Satoru Gojoโ€

Your heart slows at the cold closing. He had omitted the words โ€œloveโ€ and โ€œsincerelyโ€ before his name, but you expected that. If scraps of affection are all you could ever hope to get out of him, you have to learn to deal with it sooner or later; this was your life now, you will always be second to the love of his life. It must have taken everything out of him, and it must have caused an argument to erupt between him and Himiko, to send you this and you understand that heโ€™s also having a difficult time with how things are now but it mattered so much to you to see him try. Regardless if this gift was given to you freely or not, you couldnโ€™t refuse it, even if every voice in your head was screaming at you, reminding you of the horrific scene you saw that day when you caught your fiancรฉ kissing another woman out in the open immediately after you announced your engagement.

โ€œWould you like me to put it on you?โ€ Riko asks. โ€œIโ€™m sure the prince will be happy to see you wear these.โ€

โ€œYou really think so?โ€ you wince when your helper struggles to find your earlobe piercing. โ€œI didnโ€™t know he could be so sweet.โ€ Thatโ€™s obviously a lie; you know full well Satoru could be sweet, it just pained you to remember that heโ€™s capable being sweet to another deliberately causing you immense grief. Your helper stiffens slightly. She has seen him become sweet before, albeit to another, but she didnโ€™t have to divulge any details and accidentally ruin your wedding day.

She nods shyly, succeeding with the first diamond earring and then the other. She steps away from the mirror. You looked radiant. โ€œY-yes.โ€

Noticing her discomfort, you expertly steer the conversation elsewhere. โ€œI see. Well I should probably return the favor.โ€

Youโ€™ve gotten Satoru a wristwatch you and the empress had personally had commissioned by a famed watchmaker that could rival the craftsmanship of a Rolex. It just arrived last night and well, given your current mental state then having taken the brunt of Satoruโ€™s ire the past few days, you couldnโ€™t bring yourself to wrap it. Momentarily deciding if you still had time to have one of your helpers buy some wrapping paper, you realized it would be cutting it too close so you hastily scribbled on a blank dedication card you randomly plucked from one of the bouquets you received. Luckily, some of them had extra cards.

โ€œTo Your Royal Highness,

Please donโ€™t apologize, Iโ€™m sorry too for being pushy lately. Thank you for the gift, Iโ€™ll be sure to take good care of it. Happy wedding day, and Iโ€™m looking forward to better days together!

Wholeheartedly yours,

(Y/N) (L/N)โ€

Reading through it one last time, you affix your name at the end. โ€œYou guys are so sweet,โ€ your youngest bridesmaid gushes as she presses a button on the roomโ€™s telephone to request for a butler. โ€œIโ€™m sure the prince will love it.โ€

โ€œWhatever โ€˜sweetโ€™ means.โ€ You grimace, your unease getting the better of you. A few moments later, a butler peeks into the room. You bound over to him, placing the present in his hands. โ€œCould you please give this to Prince Satoru?โ€ you asked him and the butler looks slightly bewildered at your choice of words. If it was an order, you could have just said so. Perhaps you were still getting used to the idea of having people waiting to attend to your every beck and call.

โ€œRight away, maโ€™am,โ€ the butler replies obediently nonetheless. โ€œAlso I ran into His Majestyโ€™s chamberlain just a while back and he asked me to remind you of the time. Everythingโ€™s ready,โ€ he informs you just as he turns to leave in the direction of the palaceโ€™s east wing where Satoru's private chambers are. Upon hearing that, the bridal entourage starts to get ready to leave ahead of you, theyโ€™ll be going to the venue with a separate convoy from the brideโ€™s since youโ€™ll be driving through some of Tokyoโ€™s major avenues en route to the cathedral.

You watch as they file out of the room in their cream dresses, each one of them, despite having known you for only a little less than half a day, pull you into a bone-crushing hug wishing you well. โ€œCongratulations, (Y/N).โ€

โ€œThank you,โ€ you kindly smiled at each one of them as they left.

When you are left alone to your devices, you take one last look at (though you could hardly recognize yourself) the mirror, swallowing harshly, your hand absentmindedly playing with the locket which you continued to wear, ignoring the gracious advice of the Imperial Household Agencyโ€™s grand steward to set it aside for todayโ€™s festivities as it was uncustomary for royal brides to wear articles of clothing and accessories that did not hold any relation to the imperial family.

Only thirty minutes to go โ€˜till everything changes. Wait no, that was grossly inaccurate. Everything changed the split second you laid your eyes on him. Since then, everything seems to be a jumbled haze like some sort of psychedelic trance that just wonโ€™t end. Reaching for your phone one last time, you hastily search for a particular contact number, your finger hovering over the call button. No, thereโ€™s no point, you sniffle softly. Calling her would only make things harder than it already is and backing out of this now is out of the question.

Another knock is heard on the door, but it isnโ€™t as insistent as the first few ones as everyone was starting to get a bit frustrated at you. Did they think you were stalling for time? โ€œJust a minute,โ€ your voice wavers. You just received a new text message from the number you were planning to call.

โ€œWeโ€™ll be moving her in a few hours. Will send you her new room number when we get there.โ€

Bringing the phone to your lips, your heart makes somersaults in your chest when you receive the news. The sacrifice you were still yet to make has already paid off and your ledger of personal favors crossed out with a red marker effectively completing your transaction with the empress. Without even giving you time to text a quick โ€œthank youโ€, another urgent knock is heard on the door. โ€œMs. (Y/N), Iโ€™m very sorry to interrupt but, we should get going now.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll be right there,โ€ you said again, quickly typing another message on your phone: โ€œI wish I was there with her. Please hold her hand for me.โ€ The second it goes through, you quickly shuffled towards the door, your head bowed in apology. You hold your breath as you balance the tiara on your head hoping that it wonโ€™t fall as it hangs precariously off-center on the crown of your head, your eyes trained on the ground as the door slides open. โ€œSorry about that.โ€

โ€œNo worries, Iโ€™m pretty patient. Ijichi, on the other hand? Not so much.โ€

His voice is feather-soft and melodious like a harp string being plucked delicately so that it produces a clear and deep bell-like sound, the very language he chooses to speak with is devoid of neither a shrill nor sharp word unlike the fusillade of orders youโ€™ve been mercilessly bombarded with this entire day. Walk like this, speak like that, donโ€™t do this, and most certainly never do that, you must have gone through a decadeโ€™s worth of rules and regulations to follow during the ceremony and even after youโ€™ve said your โ€œI doโ€โ€™s. Still, you found solace knowing that Satoru is slowly warming up to the idea of cooperating with you, and has even found it in his heart to give you an olive branch of sorts which was now hooped through your earlobes, sparkling under the light like a clear drop of water from the sky.

At first, you naively think itโ€™s him. Did Satoru really come over to see you? While that seemed uncharacteristic of him, the very thought of him voluntarily visiting you planted a sense of relief in you regardless. Maybe he wanted to settle things before the ceremony, to be upfront with you about his intentions in this marriage, how the two of you will be towards one another going forward, and if your luck holds out, maybe heโ€™d finally let you in on his acts of impropriety with Himiko.

But, you would recognize Satoruโ€™s indifferent timbre anywhere, this voice was far too different and seemed much kinder and softer than your fiancรฉโ€™s.

You slowly open the door to greet your guest, confirming your suspicions as you meet the gaze of a man you havenโ€™t met before. He seems severely unfamiliar.

No, wait. That canโ€™t be it, he may seem unfamiliar but heโ€™s definitely recognizable. In fact, youโ€™ve seen him a few times before, standing feebly next to your fiance during the emperorโ€™s birthday broadcast. Then, it clicks. Wasn't thisโ€ฆ?

โ€œCrown Prince Suguru?โ€ you blinked. Heโ€™s the only senior member of the imperial family that youโ€™ve never been officially introduced to. Of course, you are on speaking terms with the emperor, the empress and of course, Satoru, but never the prince that idly lingered in their large shadows.

The raven-haired man chuckles deeply at your shocked expression. Clearly, you didnโ€™t expect to meet him under these circumstances, and that caused you to accidentally refer to him as the Crown Prince when that title only belonged to Gojo. He looks at you endearingly, finding you intriguing.

So this was the woman his younger brother is to be married to. Suguru has heard a lot about Satoruโ€™s docile bride-to-be, in fact, he received news of the engagement while he was in Rome, the last leg of his first solo tour in Europe. People were so quick to label it as a pivotal point in the history of the Japanese monarchy and that you are the symbol of change, specifically, they likened you to a camellia blooming in a sea of chrysanths, a breath of spring in the imperial familyโ€™s everwinter โ€“ alluring in every sense of the word. But, alluring isnโ€™t exactly a word heโ€™d use to describe you seeing as youโ€™ve only just met but, right now, he found you to be so adorably cute that he might just start to believe the things they say about you on the news.

โ€œItโ€™s just Prince Suguru. Satoruโ€™s the Crown Prince.โ€ The gentle correction makes you so flustered that you feel blood rush up to your ears, a tell-tale sign of your abasement. โ€œBut you could just call me Suguru.โ€

โ€œOh, right, my mistake,โ€ you rub your eyelid, growing embarrassed. โ€œPrince Suguru,โ€ you stressed his correct title, remedying your earlier mishap. Despite you being in heels, you canโ€™t see past him, given that he towered over you so easily so you stand on your tallest tiptoes, trying to peek over his shoulder. โ€œYou havenโ€™t happened to see Mr. Ijichi, have you? He was right outside the door a few minutes ago.โ€

Suguru buries his hands in his pockets. โ€œHe just left, youโ€™re welcome,โ€ he winks at you, having sent Ijichi on his way when he accidentally stumbled across him furiously tapping on your door as he was making his way to his car.

Ijichi wasโ€ฆdifficult to get along with โ€” heโ€™s short-fused, demanding at some times, and he is what people could call a stickler for the rules โ€” Suguru isnโ€™t doesnโ€™t really want to say nasty words about his fatherโ€™s grand steward and heโ€™d give credit where itโ€™s due since Ijichi is not just efficient when it comes to running the imperial household but he is also fiercely dedicated to every member of the imperial family.

Still, he couldnโ€™t count the many times Ijichi had to scold him for all the mischief he caused while he was growing up even if his life depended on it. The worst scolding he got from the older man was when Suguru went missing on his fifth birthday, having snuck out of the banquet hall with at least ten pieces of bread stuffed in his pockets with every intention to feed them to the many ducks in the imperial gardenโ€™s ponds.

โ€œWhat?โ€ your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, you were going to get an earful later. โ€œYou mean he went ahead without me?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s alright. Youโ€™ll see him later, sure heโ€™s probably going to talk your ear off but he means well, trust me,โ€ Suguru flashes you a reassuring smile.

You look at him, your lip curled into an uneasy grin. โ€œThat doesnโ€™t sound like fun,โ€ you bemoaned, having had enough reprimands to last you until your next life. โ€œSo, with Mr. Ijichi gone, forgive my bluntness, but am I right to assume that Your Highness will be the one to bring me to the cathedral?โ€

Suguru accommodatingly holds out his arm for you to hold onto. โ€œYou assume correctly,โ€ he says warmly. You expect him to hurriedly lead you down the steps leading to the palaceโ€™s main driveway, but he does something entirely different. โ€œAre you ready to go or do you still need more time?โ€

That was the first time anyone in a kilometer-wide radius has asked you what you want to do instead of telling you what to do.

Suguru watches every small change in your expression. He figured that you must be pretty tired of people treating you like some robot, training you to blindly obey every order perfectly. The jet black-haired prince has only known you for two minutes and his heart is already disintegrating for your current predicament of feeling completely and entirely alone. If he could alleviate your troubles even with just a small act of kindness by engaging in polite conversation with you and actually listening to what you have to say instead of talking over you like most of your etiquette coaches have done all day, then, heโ€™ll gladly tune in to listen to you even as you read through an entire book of sonnets if you ever felt up to it.

Being validated comes a long way, and if anyone understands your plight, it was him and even if he didnโ€™t understand, heโ€™ll do everything he can to try regardless.

โ€œI-Iโ€™m ready,โ€ you nodded hesitantly and Suguru doesnโ€™t walk ahead right away and allows you to set the pace as you walk past the line of attendants that bowed to you and the prince as you made your way to the imperial familyโ€™s very own Toyota Century convertible which had been custom-made for you.

The open top roof gave onlookers access to see their future empress as the motorcade departs from the Kลkyo Imperial Palace and follows a 4.6-kilometer route that will travel to the St. Maryโ€™s Cathedral, the seat of the Roman Catholic archdiocese of Tokyo. Neither you nor Satoru were practicing Catholics yet, the imperial family has decided that a Christian-themed wedding rather than the ancient Buddhist matrimonial ceremony that is usually done away from public view would make the imperial system appear more accessible to the people.

Suguru helps you into the car, gently arranging the train of your gown so that it doesnโ€™t get all wrinkled. โ€œThank you, Your Highnessโ€ you whisper to Suguru who squeezes your free hand as if to say โ€œyouโ€™re welcomeโ€. The carโ€™s engine hums to life the minute the two of you are settled in the backseat. โ€œW-what am I supposed to do now?โ€ you asked, readjusting your grip on your bridal bouquet.

The prince lets out a humored snort, having forgotten that this was your first official function. Showing you the correct way to wave and the right angle to face and bow to the crowd, he watches you closely, allowing you to struggle for a bit before stepping in to help with some encouraging words. โ€œJust keep smiling and waving. Itโ€™s just like being onstage, you know.โ€ At the center of the motorcade, six police cars patrol every side of the convertible forming a ring of protection just in case someone in the crowd with ill-intentions would try to harm either you or the monarch next to you.

Countless people erupt in happy cheers at the sight of you and Suguru, some are simply content with waving while others are holding up flowers and tossing them to the front of the crowd barriers in jubilation. โ€œIt feels a little more intense than just being onstage,โ€ you mumbled, your eyes landing on a little girl sitting in her motherโ€™s arms as she waves a little Japanese flag in her hand which looked like she made it in her arts and craft class. You awkwardly wave at her, chuckling when she happily waves back, delighted to see you directly looking at her.

โ€œWell, youโ€™re doing great.โ€ He inches closer to you, wrapping a steadying arm around your waist while the other guides your hand, gently angling it in a more prominent position so that you look a little more assertive. โ€œLike this,โ€ Suguru helps you wave in a more continuous manner, teaching you to center the motion by keeping your elbow mostly stationary and allowing only your wrist to subtly move from side to side. โ€œAnd keep doing what youโ€™re doing. Make eye contact with them; make them understand that you see each and every one of them.โ€

Suguru watches you bow and wave to the spectators with a proud smile on his face; the motorcade has now reached the Shinjuku area and is nearing its destination of Bunkyo-ku where the cathedral is and even still, the crowd doesnโ€™t appear to thin out. Suguru feels like heโ€™s watching history unfold before his very eyes. He wonders if Satoru had purposefully chosen a commoner to conjure up a classic โ€œlove conquers allโ€ romance of his own wedding day, if he did, then Suguru must congratulate him for a job well done. No one has ever come out to see a member of the imperial family in this sheer number, he daresay, not even the empress on her wedding day or His Majesty on his coronation day.

But with you, this day is nothing short of a revolution.

โ€œYour Highness, youโ€™re staring.โ€ Suguru hums, confused, before realizing that heโ€™s been looking at you funny. โ€œYouโ€™re still staring,โ€ you said succinctly.

โ€œOh, sorry.โ€ Suguru says awkwardly and you couldnโ€™t help but let out a slight snort. โ€œWhat?โ€ he cocks his head in your direction. You were laughing, though brief, the very sound of it brings a smile to his face. โ€œIt was about time though. Weโ€™ve been in this car for more than fifteen minutes now and that right there is the first genuine act of happiness Iโ€™ve seen you make,โ€ he remarks. He was starting to think that you were incapable of smiling which he found a little unsettling since brides arenโ€™t exactly despondent during their wedding day. Of course, what would he know? His little brother had gotten married ahead of him.

You crinkle your nose in mock displeasure. โ€œThatโ€™s kinda mean and probably the last thing Iโ€™d say to someone I just metโ€ฆwith all due respect, Your Highness.โ€

Suguru grins at your tiny jab at his character, and to think that he nearly bought into the whole โ€œas demure as a butterflyโ€ thing they said about you in the papers. Make no mistake though, he sees how elegantly ladylike you are, but he also sees how you are so effortlessly spellbinding with your wit translated into a few short but sweet words. No wonder Satoru fell for you and even gave up his vice-like romance with his chief-of-staff to marry you, he thinks to himself. โ€œAlright, alright, Iโ€™m sorry that was a bit uncalled for.โ€

โ€œOhโ€” Your Highness, I was just joking.โ€ You waved to the crowd of people on Suguruโ€™s side of the car, grimacing when you see a few schoolboys, probably university students with how tall and mature they looked, pretend to blow you kisses. Indulging them, you subtly return the gesture flustered beyond all measure. Everything feels so public now, and you are left wondering about how you could survive the rest of your life like this.

โ€œโ€ฆI knew that.โ€ Choosing momentary silence, Suguru finally decides to chip away at the facade you were putting up. He could see it in your eyes, you were a cross between scared and unhappy which is clearly normal for someone who is marrying into the oldest monarchy in the world. You werenโ€™t at all what the members of the Imperial Household Agency said of you when you were out of earshot: a sorry excuse of a future empress who is privileged in every way but canโ€™t find it within herself to stop her endless complaining. โ€œJust trying to make you smile, thatโ€™s all.โ€

Shouldnโ€™t your future husband be doing that? You sighed. Oh right, he was probably busy comforting Himiko. She probably needed him now more than ever after everything youโ€™ve done to torment her. โ€œThank you, Your Highness.โ€

โ€œSuguru,โ€ he corrects kindly. โ€œIf youโ€™re going to marry my little brother, you could, at least, drop the troublesome title when youโ€™re talking to me.โ€

Little brother? How have you never heard of this before? You knew Satoru had a brother, but you never thought Suguru would be the older one out of the two of them. If that was the case, then, why didnโ€™t he get the title of โ€œCrown Princeโ€?

โ€œWeird, huh?โ€ He breaks you out of your trance, as if he heard the question swirling around in your head. โ€œWhy is Satoru the Crown Prince and not me?โ€

โ€œAre you psychic or something?โ€ you playfully teased, slowly growing more comfortable with the jet black-haired prince that sported an Apollo-like smile - warm, and inviting. โ€œWhereโ€™d you learn to do that?โ€

Suguru shrugs. โ€œWhy? Whose mind do you want to read?โ€

Satoruโ€™s, you smiled sadly. Maybe by unraveling the inner machinations of your soon-to-be husbandโ€™s mind, you could learn to meet him halfway by understanding him a little better; no person is born inherently cruel and while you had your doubts, you know, in your heart, that Satoru is no exception to that rule. โ€œNo one in particular.โ€

โ€œAh, well, I expected that.โ€ He grinned at how guarded you are, reclining against the plush seat of the car to rest his stiffening back for a minute. The convoy is about ten minutes away from the cathedral now.

You offered him some consolation though, grateful for this light-hearted chat. โ€œLetโ€™s just trade answers next time.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll hold you to it.โ€

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

Himiko thought this day would be horrible but it turns out it isnโ€™t as bad as she pessimistically thought. If she only knew that this was how the love of her lifeโ€™s wedding would go with him still inviting her to his bed before he gets hitched off, then, maybe she shouldnโ€™t have been so awful towards you who never stood a chance against her. Competing with you would be like making a rival of a rat; it would be unnecessary trouble. Still, even if she had all but won against you (as if you were worthy enough to even become her opponent), that didnโ€™t stop the Zenin clanโ€™s little darling from causing a little trouble today.

Her eyes flutter open to reveal Gojoโ€™s handsome slumbering face, utterly spent from their lovemaking session, their naked forms still entangled together under the cotton-percale sheets. She stretches her supple body luxuriously, and pulls away from Satoruโ€™s embrace earning a small โ€œmmphโ€ of disapproval from her lover. Giggling, she plants a soft kiss on his chiseled cheek.

โ€œYour Highness?โ€ Someone says from behind the door. Taking one last look at Satoruโ€™s sleeping form, she walks leisurely to answer it, clad only in the princeโ€™s shirt which ran above her knee.

Leaning against the door, she answers for the prince, a detestable act similar to a cardinal sin. It was forbidden for a mere servant to speak for any member of the imperial family. In the past, in the Japanese empireโ€™s golden age, a servant who took the words out of their masterโ€™s mouth would have their tongue swiftly sliced off. But Himiko is not a servant, nor is she subject to the rules as long as the prince was around. โ€œHis Highness is asleep.โ€

On his wedding day? The butler nods stiffly. โ€œI see. Ms. Zenin, can I trouble you with this? The princeโ€™s fiancรฉ has sent him a wedding gift.โ€

Himiko doesnโ€™t answer for a long while and a tense silence fills the room. โ€œFine, but have you done what I asked?โ€ she relents opening the door, the butlerโ€™s face turns red at the sight of her lack of modesty. โ€œHaving you run my errands isnโ€™t cheap, you know.โ€

The attendant bows his head, โ€œYes. Sheโ€™s currently wearing it right now, last I saw.โ€

โ€œGood. Iโ€™ll be taking this then.โ€ She shakes the box to get a feel of whatโ€™s inside, not that it would be anything of high value though given its cheap sender.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she succinctly opens the gift, her eyebrow quirked. A watch. Very typical. She notes how itโ€™s made out of silver and she scoffs harshly. Even if she didnโ€™t chuck it into the trash, Satoru would have done it himself since he prefers gold pieces over silver and he most certainly wouldnโ€™t want to touch anything that was from you given how he loathed the very idea of you.

The attendant gulps when he sees Himiko harshly discard your gift. โ€œMs. Zenin, donโ€™t you think that giving her that would be taking it too far? You know how the Crown Prince feels about those earrings. If he ever were to find out that it had gone missingโ€ฆโ€

She turns her head in the direction of the bed where Gojo was currently tossing and turning in his sleep. โ€œThen, Iโ€™ll tell His Highness that his chief butler,โ€ her eyes were aglow with cunning as the butler trembled slightly at her murderous gaze. โ€œIs a thief who stole from the imperial vaults, and if you ever decide to rat me out, who do you think the prince will believe? A nameless no account like you or me?โ€

It slowly registers in the attendantโ€™s mind that he had been utterly played when Himiko asked him to give those earrings to you via an under the table agreement, itโ€™s not like Satoru prepared a wedding gift for you anyway thinking that showing up to the accursed wedding in itself is a generous gift already. โ€œโ€ฆYou used meโ€ฆ!โ€ he whispers angrily, not wanting to rouse the prince.

Himiko shrugs nonchalantly. โ€œAnd you were stupid enough to be used for a few banknotes. Now get lost, Iโ€™ll just inform His Highness of your voluntary resignation tomorrow morning.โ€

She closes the door on the rattled servant and saunters back over to the bed, slipping back under the sheets. Satoru sleepily notices the bed dip with her weight, and unconsciously snuggles closer to her, his arms wrapped around her form. She lovingly strokes his disheveled hair alternating between twirling his locks in her index finger and massaging his scalp as if she hadnโ€™t just ruined a manโ€™s life two minutes ago. Her hands reach for the phone on the nightstand and she scrolls through her feed watching a video of the bridal car pulling up to the cathedral.

She boredly watches you step out of the car with your hand looped through Suguruโ€™s arm shyly waving to the thousands happily anticipating this glorious day while your bridesmaids help you with your wedding gownโ€™s train so it doesnโ€™t snag across the concrete steps. It takes about five minutes for the cathedralโ€™s towering doors to open and she smirks when she sees you slowly make your way inside, completely oblivious to the fact that your groom is not at the end of the aisle where you expected him to be and is instead still soundly asleep next to her.

The silence that follows is indicative of the horrific scene that greeted you and Himiko switches off her phone, settling back into the pillows contentedly. Serves you right, (Y/N), she smirks.

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

12:30 PM.

Funny how you think that youโ€™re immune to awful things that happen to other peopleโ€ฆbefore it happens to you. Thereโ€™ve been hundreds of stories like this before, but you never thought that youโ€™d find yourself in the long list of unfortunate jilted brides. Your hands tremble as you hold your bouquet of white calla lilies and babyโ€™s breaths. Surely you must have gone blind or something or this was all some sick dream, you desperately search the cathedral room with abject horror in your eyes. It couldnโ€™t beโ€ฆyou take an uneasy step toward the witness as your wedding guests whisper amongst themselves, their hearts filled to the brim with condolences for you.

Something in you jeeringly mocks you as if to chide you for living too long in the forest of your fantasy, dodging every pocket of realityโ€™s sunlight as it shines through the many trees youโ€™ve cultivated with your delusions that thisโ€ฆwhatever the hell this isโ€ฆcould miraculously work out in the end. That you stood a chance against all the cards that were catastrophically stacked against you, and that he could give you even just a scintilla of respect if it was truly impossible for him to ever learn to love you.

โ€œSuguru,โ€ you instinctively clutch his hand as if by him squeezing your hand back, you could miraculously be put together again. You were so heartbroken that you didn't even realize that you just called him by his name, forgoing the mention of his venerable title. โ€œโ€ฆI-Iโ€ฆโ€ you gulp as you feel the dreaded words lodge deep in your throat, clogging your airways with uncried sobs.

โ€œOh, (Y/N), Iโ€™m so sorryโ€ฆโ€

โ€œโ€ฆWhereโ€™s Satoru?โ€

Waterโ€™s Edge | 02

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FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. gojo satoru

FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru
FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru

โ‹†๐™šโ‚ŠหšโŠน having sexual fantasies about your landlord seems illegal, but what can you do when itโ€™s gojo satoru?

โŒ—contents โคฅ fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language used, landlord!gojo, no curses au, gojo and reader are in their 20โ€™s (range not specified), masturbation (gojo catches you), pussy hungry gojo, oral, unprotected p in v sex, orgasms, creampie, deep penetration, pet names, not proofread

โŒ—wordcount โคฅ 4.7k

โŒ—notes โคฅ i literally thought abt this while on the toilet

FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru

finally, after a long and exhausting shift, you finally arrived back home. you were standing outside of the gates that lead into the apartment complexes, showing the security guard your identification before being allowed inside. you were tired and hungry, thinking about what to cook once you got into your home.

just as youโ€™re reaching your apartment complex, you pass through the play area built for the children, and you notice a tall, white-haired man standing by a bench while a young child is running around with another on the playground. your heart stops when you realize itโ€™s your landlord, gojo satoru.

while he was on the phone, you notice another man sitting on the bench, his dark hair nearly blending in with the night. you gulped, hoping to walk by without getting caught by either of them. why? becauseโ€” you havenโ€™t paid your last months rent.

you promised satoru youโ€™d pay, but the next rent payment was due in a week and you hadnโ€™t even sent him money. satoru didnโ€™t bother with it during the first two weeks, howeverโ€” he became impatient and was slowly demanding you pay the rent. even the co-landlord, suguru, was reminding you but rather, in a more gentle manner.

as you quietly passed by, one of the children spotted your presence. โ€œoh! miss [name]!โ€ the young megumi shouts out, putting the unwanted attention onto you.

ohโ€ฆ megumi, why?! you cursed mentally at yourself and made a quick hesitating expression before forcing a sweet smile and turning around. by that time, megumi and the other child, yuji, had jumped off the playground to greet you. they both approached you with their cute giggles, each hugging one of your legs. โ€œmegumi, yuji! what are you guys doing out here?โ€

โ€œgojo and geto-san let us play outside for a little bit!โ€ megumi answers when looking up at you. nodding, you glance at the two other men, who were deliberately surveying youโ€” especially satoru. you clear your throat and look down at the two kids again.

โ€œcan we come to your house on saturday, miss [name]? i wanna bake cookies and watch pokemon again!โ€ yuji questions, jumping up and down slightly.

โ€œo-of course.. just make sure you guys get permission from your dadโ€™s!โ€ you reply, maintaining your smile as they pushed themselves off your legs. โ€œi have to get home super quick now, โ€˜kay? just let me know by tomorrow.โ€

โ€œokay, miss [name]!โ€ they both cheered happily at the same time before scurrying back to the two men.

therefore, you took that as an opportunity to leave quickly and back to your apartment. when you arrived, you quickly unlocked the door and entered, nearly sinking to the ground. a smile slowly crept on your face and you slipped off your shoes before walking further into your home.

you glanced at the ground, noticing your broken vase was still scattered to pieces. you sigh, remembering your purse accidentally knocked it over and since you were rushing to work, you decided to clean it up once you got home. grabbing a broom from the kitchen, you swept it to the side by the wall, figuring you would gather it into the trash later.

after changing into something more comfortable, you went to brush your teeth and get ready for the night. a smile was still on your face, and well, the reason was simply because of satoru.

three months ago, you were apartment hunting after saving so much moneyโ€” one of your work friends suggested you to tour an apartment from a landlord named gojo satoru.

the apartments he owned were absolutely marvelous and in your price range. but what even tempted you to sign rental agreement was satoru himself. he was someone everyone wanted: he had handsome features, a perfect build, an alluring voice, and most all, earned loads of money. to others, it was obvious that you had a huge interest in him, but itโ€™s gotten to the point where you began developing feelingsโ€” way too much feelings. so much that you began fantasizing about him everyday.

it started off as fantasizing going on romantic dates with himโ€” eventually to getting married, having kids, being the mom to little megumi. eventually leading to fantasizing you underneath him, holding him as he fucks into you. most would think it was absurdโ€” to be obsessing over your own landlord who dislikes you at the moment.

but you liked the attention you were receiving from satoru. you two interacted many times before, but thatโ€™s mostly because of megumi. the child often ran into you, eventually getting close enough to where satoru allowed him to go to your house to bake cookies or for you to babysit. however, when you missed your first rent, satoru had came to your placeโ€” which, caught you by surprise, you thought heโ€™d bring megumi but he was all by himself.

therefore, you intentionally pretended to forget to pay your rent, even though you did actually have the money to pay. of course, you were going to pay eventually, just so you donโ€™t lose your apartment, but you were keeping up the act due to satoruโ€™s appearances nearly everydayโ€” demanding you to pay your rent. heโ€™s gotten slightly aggressive over the past two weeks, but it never necessarily bothered you.

you pretend to avoid him, while still try to be around him. it was weird, maybe, but when you have a crush on someone, you usually end up doing things you donโ€™t normally find yourself doing.

after getting into bed, you relaxed and got comfortableโ€” but you feel as if you needed something else to cool your mind: thinking about satoru.

you felt lazy to grab one of your vibrators, so you decided to use your hands, imagining as if it was satoruโ€™s instead.

FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru

โ€œgojo, gojo, can i pleaseeee go to miss [name]โ€™s house on saturday? pleaseeee,โ€ megumi was whining to satoru repeatedly as they were heading back to their home. after saying their good nights to yuji and suguru, megumi just couldnโ€™t shut up about you.

satoru was helping megumi get ready for bed, but the kid just couldnโ€™t sleep until he said yes. and if satoru didnโ€™t say much less of a no, or a simple no, megumi would throw a tantrum. satoru honestly didnโ€™t know how to calm the child down whenever that occurs, so he makes sure to answer properly.

โ€œmaybe if she pays her rent, you can go,โ€ satoru smiles at the kid, realizing his words slipped out without care.

โ€œshe did pay it! you just donโ€™t check!โ€ megumi pouts.

โ€œoh megs, please just go to sleep. iโ€™ll think about it tonight,โ€ satoru replies with a sigh as he stands from kneeling beside of the bed and walks towards the door.

โ€œnooo!! i wanna go, please!!โ€ megumi begs, nearly crying at this point.

โ€œgosh.. why are you so stubborn at this age,โ€ satoru shakes his head as he was about to walk out. โ€œfine, fine! you can go! just go to sleep, itโ€™s late and if you donโ€™t wake up in time tomorrow, you will not go, understand?โ€

suddenly, little megumiโ€™s demeanor changed completely. he was now bubbly, smiling like crazy before getting comfortable underneath his blanket. โ€œthank you, gojo! can you please go tell her that you said yes! i will tell yuji tomorrow, iโ€™m so excited!โ€ and without anything else, megumi was able to fall into a slumber.

satoru sighs yet again, shutting off the lights of megumiโ€™s room before closing the door. honestly, he didnโ€™t know what to do anymore, but he was glad megumi found company in someone else other than himโ€” not that he does. satoru decides to flip through files, rental agreement files.

and of course, he stumbles upon yours. along with the papers that wrote payment overdue. satoru was pissed, to say the least.

satoru was lenient the first time, almost to the point of considering to not have you pay the rentโ€” because, well, he also has an interest in you. his feelings began developing the day you both encountered, and he remembers trying so hard to get you to like the apartment. you both exchanged contacts that day once you signed the rental agreement, but it was nothing more than that. it initially surprised him when megumi asked to go to your place the first time, he hadnโ€™t known then that you two were slowly becoming close as youโ€™re adjusting to the new environment. but he shortly felt as if this was an opportunity for him to get closer with you.

now, theyโ€™re are definitely times satoru wanted to straight up say he had a fat crush on you, keeping it behind his mouth felt as if he was in high school againโ€” however, he just couldnโ€™t get the courage. he didnโ€™t understand why, and most of the time, megumi would be cutting him off and grabbing your attention.

a few weeks ago, satoru was coming home with megumi, after picking him up from school. carrying the kid on his shoulders, megumi was saying this and that about wanting to visit your place. satoru was going to say yes, until: he detected you with someone else.

and that someone else ended up being suguru.

you both were chatting casually, it seemed you had also returned from work and stopped by to chat with suguru while little yuji was running around the playground with another child. watching at how you two interacted triggered satoruโ€” the way you two smiled and laughed together, the way you tapped his arm when he said something that made you laugh. suguru was much bigger than he was, and definitely had more of the ladiesโ€™ attention.

however, in hindsight, satoru mistook your gestures and friendliness towards suguru as having feelings for him instead.

therefore, satoru suddenly became harsher towards youโ€” but only because he was jealous of suguru and believing you liked him instead. even though his best friend didnโ€™t show any display of affection towards you, satoru remembered the first impression you gave to suguru: โ€œsheโ€™s pretty,โ€ he complimented, but nothing else.

honestly, satoru felt quite immature to act like this. you werenโ€™t even his girlfriend and even if you did like suguru, there wasnโ€™t anything he could do about it.

satoru walked to his room, feeling utterly exhausted but still reached for his coat. as megumi wanted, he was going to deliver the message about him being allowed to go to your house on saturday to you, as well as remind you again about the rent.

the walk took no less than five minutes, though satoru often paused his steps or made circles because he felt anxious seeing you. of course, earlier he did see you when the kids were greeting you, but you barely even looked at him: at least, thatโ€™s what he perceived.

and when satoru approached the front of your door, he began anticipating as he hesitantly raises his hand to knock on the door. he leans back slightly, biting his lower lips as he thinks about what to say once you open the door. โ€˜hey, just wanted to say that megumi canโ€”โ€™ no, that wasnโ€™t a good idea, he thought. โ€˜itโ€™s time to pay your rentโ€”โ€™ well, not that either.

satoru shook his head, trying to surpass the feelings of nervousness before knocking on the door. and well, he mustโ€™ve knocked way too hard since the door cracked open. he stood there puzzled, and for a moment, he thought you were already on the other side. but realizing it was silent, he pushed the door open.

the first thing satoru noticed was the broken vase on the floor, causing his eyes to widen. did someone break in? is someone threatening her, is that why she canโ€™t pay rent? dozens of thoughts were processing through his head as he enters further into your apartment, swallowing hard as more anxiety crawled up his back.

โ€œ[name]?โ€ satoru calls out, and when you didnโ€™t answer, he panicked even more. were you hurt? did something else happen here that he couldnโ€™t grasp? satoru knew you lived alone, often inviting several friends or family members over but there was never anyone who looked threatening or intimidating to cause harm.

your apartment was clean, even though there were boxes and other things stuffed in corners and shelves, and there were no signs of any other damage aside from the broken vase. pulling out his phone, he readied to dial anyone. satoru was approaching your room at that point, bottled in his own thoughts as he looked aroundโ€” he stands ahead of your bedroom door, realizing it was slightly cracked open, enough to where you can see the bed.

however, what satoruโ€™s eyes laid upon was something unexpected.

the sight of you lying back on your bed, thighs spread open with your panties and underwear pushed down to your ankles, soft moans circulating the room caused blood to rush quick to satoruโ€™s dick. while you were in your own world, satoru had been worried that something terrible mightโ€™ve happened to you. but you were just.. masturbating?

โ€œf-fuck.. satoru..โ€

satoruโ€™s eyes widened more when he hears you call out his name, causing his heart to thump and cheeks to burn red. were you imagining him right now? were you thinking about him touching you like that? the tightness of satoruโ€™s pants began to poke out, throbbing nearly in pain as he watches you pleasure yourself because of him.

โ€œneed you to fuck me.. please..โ€ your pleas and whines reached satoruโ€™s ears like a melody, and he swore he could cum just by the sound of your pretty voice.

was this how you sounded like? was this how you moaned his name? it was driving satoru mad, making him want to push that door open and fuck you just like how you wanted. but, he felt like a creepโ€” just standing there and watching.

satoru continued to watch you pleasure yourself before getting lost in his own thoughts, not remembering his phone in his other hand and dropping it to the ground. the loud thud causes the two of you to snap back into realityโ€” sending you into an alert state and satoru into a panicked one. he cursed himself under his breath as he tries picking up his phone to quickly scatter out, but by now, you were already by the door.

โ€œwhoโ€™s thereโ€”?!โ€ you nearly shouted, ready to attack and defend yourself against the person. but you were caught by surprise when you made eye contact with satoru.

the room became silent, as you both awkwardly stood and stared at each other for who knows how long. the embarrassment immediately got back to you, causing your face to burn and you could barely even formulate a proper response as satoru rubs the back of his neck.

โ€œg-gojoโ€ฆโ€ you anxiously let out, averting your gaze in another direction. you could barely look him in the eyes.

โ€œi didnโ€™t mean to watch- or, i mean disturb you. i came at a wrong time, iโ€™m sorry,โ€ satoru slips out the response, also looking elsewhere while glancing back at you several times.

โ€œyou were watching..?โ€ your face shoots up and satoruโ€™s face nearly went pale.

โ€œi- i just wanted to let you know that megumi is allowed to come over saturday, he wanted me to deliver the message!โ€ satoru switches the topic as you avoid eye contact with him again.

โ€œohโ€ฆ i see,โ€ you reply. the atmosphere was severely awkward, and you both didnโ€™t know what to exactly or utter. โ€œguessโ€”โ€

โ€œneed help?โ€ he blurts, eyes lowering back to you.

โ€œhelp?โ€ your eyes remain wide in shock and you can feel your heart pulsate quicker, nearly making your legs weak. you try to avoid gazes with him, but satoru reaches for your wrist just to get your attention.

satoru can feel his dick throb knowing that your needy pussy was underneath those tight shorts of yours, being forced to act normal when rubbing your thighs together out of embarrassment. he only imagines how wet you areโ€” no, to feel how wet you are, to really know what kind of filthy girl you are. it was turning him on, and it was obvious from the bulge in his pants.

โ€œi mean, from the way you were moaning my name, i figured you did,โ€ satoru replies in a hushed tone, sending chills down your spine.

the moment was cut short when satoru leans in to kiss you, shocking you even more, but you instantly melted into his lips. you kissing him back with immense passion drove satoru insane, now that he figured out he had been the one all this time. he pushes his tongue pass your lips and into your mouth, hungrily searching for your tongue. you both share several soft groans before satoru grinds himself against you, allowing you to feel his erected dick.

โ€œfeel that?โ€ satoru whispers when he leaned his head back to catch a quick breath, only receiving a small nod from you. โ€œโ€˜m so fucking hard, just because of you. gonna do something about that?โ€

โ€œmhm.. of course..โ€ you shyly replied, looking up at him with those nubile eyes.

you eventually find yourself on top of satoru, completely undressed aside from your soaked panties. you were facing his hard cock that was still being suffocated underneath his pants, meanwhile, satoru was beginning to tease your clothed clit with his middle finger. it made you whine, since you havenโ€™t felt anotherโ€™s touch in so long.

satoru pushes the material of your underwear to the side, getting a good view at your soaking cunt just dying to have someoneโ€™s cock drilled inside. โ€œso pretty โ€˜nd perfect,โ€ he whispers, his breath softly blowing against your clit.

โ€œo-oh.. satoru,โ€ you moan, feeling his tongue lap over your slit.

satoru circles his tongue around your clit, sucking it several times before working around your wet folds and pushing slightly pass them into your sopping cunt. you can feel ecstasy pump throughout your entire body, all just from his tongue.

โ€œfuck.. your tongue- feels sโ€™good..โ€ you utter through your soft moans. โ€œalways fantasized you eating my pussy out like this.. a-ah..โ€

โ€œyeah?โ€ satoru hums, bringing a finger to rub circles on your clit while his tongue messily explored your cunt, licking and slurping all of your arousal that gradually coated down to his chin. your words dumped roughly on him, making his dick throb. โ€œfucking hell. suck me off too, angel. need to feel your mouth around me.โ€

you push satoruโ€™s pants down, along with his boxers that immediately causes his cock to spring out. you hold a breath as you take his length into your hand, watching as his pre-cum leaked out. you start with a lick around his tip, gathering the pre-cum on your tongue and earning a soft grunt against your pussy from him.

pushing your head down, you begin winding your tongue around his girth, sucking several times while pumping the rest with your hand. satoruโ€™s cock twitches several times, nearly becoming sensitive under your touch and warm mouth. he proceeds to fuck your pussy with his tongue, thumbing your clit that causes your moans to vibrate around him.

โ€œmm- โ€˜toru-โ€

โ€œhush, baby. โ€˜ts okay, donโ€™t want ya to choke. unless you like that,โ€ satoru whispers, sinking his tongue into your pussy again, trying to slurp up all of your wetness. his nose easily brushes against your aching hole, sending you waves of pleasure.

you push satoruโ€™s cock further into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, trying to maintain a pace. you could barely focus due to satoruโ€™s tongue lapping your vulva and folds, inching into your cunt as if heโ€™s marking as his territory. the tip of his cock softly slams against your throat, slowly pooling your eyes with tears.

โ€œdonโ€™t forget to breathe, baby. oh fuck- keep sucking my cock like that- mhm- good girl,โ€ satoru praises, grunting as he feels your mouth taking almost all of him. you could barely even handle it, yet youโ€™re trying so hardโ€” it was amusing, in a cute way.

your muffled moans sync with the sloppy sounds of your cunt being lavished with satoruโ€™s tongue, the pad of his fingers rubbing your clit faster and causing you to reach an orgasm. grinding your hips slowly on satoruโ€™s face was enough to tell him that, and he uses his other hand to slap the fat of your ass, eventually gripping it.

โ€œgonna cum, baby. s-shit, in your mouth?โ€ satoru glances at you, noticing you were bobbing your head as a response.

when satoruโ€™s warm cum shoots into the back of your throat, it causes you to orgasm at the same time. your legs twitch from the sensations, but capturing his load was the main thing occupying your mind. youโ€™d never thought youโ€™d be situated with satoru like thisโ€” itโ€™s just as if your fantasies are becoming a reality.

swallowing his cum, you push your head away and inhale several breaths while coughing lightly. shortly enough, you feel satoru pulling you back against him and turning your head. after sharing a long and sloppy kiss, he pins you on the mattress, spreading your thighs apart so that heโ€™s in between them.

from what you could see, he was still hard. very hard. his aching tip was pressed against your entrance, teasing your clit and making you whimper. glancing up at him, you could see his flushed faceโ€” full of energy, arousal, and passion.

โ€œd-do we need lube?โ€ you innocently inquired, which choked a soft chuckle from satoru.

โ€œnot at all, baby. youโ€™re so wet. feel that? feel how wet you are?โ€ satoru hums when he guides his tip along your wet entrance, hoping itโ€™d be an enough of a satisfying answer. you only nod, giving satoru a look and he reassures you with another kiss. โ€œiโ€™m gonna put it in now. tell me if it hurts, โ€˜kay?โ€

โ€œโ€˜kay..โ€ you nod, biting your lower lips.

satoru groans as he inserts his cock past your folds, pushing your walls apart that clenches around him each time he inched deeper. you gasped as both hands went around his biceps and your fingers press into the skin, notably marking the area. your walls fluttered around him, accepting his thick and hard cock so earnestly.

โ€œfeel okay, love?โ€ satoru questions, glancing down at you.

โ€œmhm.. iโ€™m okay, โ€˜toru..โ€ you reply, indicating for him to move.

satoru slowly begins to move his hips, groaning at the feeling of your pussy when his cock slips in and out. for you, his cock was already kissing your most sensitive places that had moans fall from your mouth constantly. satoru gropes one your breast, pinching the nipple with two fingers as he nudges your deepest parts.

โ€œf-fuck! satoru- your cock feels soso good-โ€ you cry out when his pace fastens, nearly having your eyes roll back.

so, this is how her pussy feels like? satoru was lost in his own mind, lost in the feeling of your pussy. he was already addicted, wanting to be inside you forever and be able to dump his cum into you. to him, youโ€™re perfect: everything about you is. he loved the feeling of your soft and delicate skin rubbing against his own, aside from your pussy kissing around his cock.

โ€œyou fantasize about this too, angel? fantasize about my cock fucking into your pussy like this?โ€ satoru huffs as his thrusts initially became quickerโ€” rougher, nearly filling you entirely up.

โ€œyes! yes, โ€˜toru. always fantasizing about it.. about you- ngh..โ€

you could feel a knot slowly forming in your core as his cock continues to stimulate pleasure to your pussy. you could care less about the neighborโ€™s ears, knowing that another tenantโ€™s room was on the other side of your headboard. as of right now, your landlord was fucking you, just like how youโ€™ve always imagined about. the fact turned you on even more.

satoru groans, now pounding his cock into you, deep to the point itโ€™s kissing your womb. the sound of skin slapping circulating the air along with your moans, making the room scream perfect sex. satoru presses a finger against your lips, signaling you to lower your voice when loud knocks on the wall is heard, telling you both to shut up. but how could you?

โ€œi canโ€™t- โ€˜toru. feels so good- โ€˜ts too much-โ€ you cry out, bringing his finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue over.

โ€œnaughty girl. you really want to get a noise complaint, donโ€™t you?โ€ satoru chuckles, before throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. well, since heโ€™s the landlord he could just dismiss the complaint whenever it came through.

โ€œwant them to know- how good you fuck me.โ€

and how could satoru deny such request? wrapping his hands around your thighs and pushing them against his chest, he pummels his cock deeper into you, getting screams out of your mouth. your breasts bounced each thrust, matching the gentle slams of the headboard ramming into the wall.

the angle of the position allowed satoruโ€™s cock to perfectly grind against your g-spot, which is already sending you towards your next orgasm. his balls slaps against your vulva as he penetrates his cock deeper and deeper, feeling your walls clench around him each time.

you donโ€™t know how long itโ€™s been until youโ€™re on your knees and hands, ass in the air as satoru fucks you from behind after another orgasm. gripping onto the sheets, you repeatedly cry out his name, just to feel his dick twitch inside of you.

โ€œyouโ€™re such a perfect girl, you know that?โ€ satoru proceeds to blurt out compliments, caressing your skin and pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades to your neck. right now, he was just grateful that itโ€™s himโ€” that he is the one able to do this with you.

โ€œsa-satoruโ€” ngh- iโ€™m cumming-โ€

satoru was close to cumming too. he wanted to dump his next cum load into you, stuff you up to the brim and feel you milk him dry. โ€œcum on my cock, baby. cโ€™mon,โ€ he encourages, pushing your hips back with both of his hands as you reach your climax.

โ€œcum in me, โ€˜toru! pleasee!โ€ you cry out next, turning your head to make eye contact with him.

satoruโ€™s eyes wide at the sight of your lewd expression, telling him to fill you up. and so he does. he does a final deep thrust, dumping his heavy and warm load all saved just for you. satoru feels your walls pulsate around him just before he slips his cock out.

from there, you both remain in silence once more, catching breaths before satoru collapses on top of you.

โ€œthree months..โ€ satoru whispers against your ear, utterly confusing you.

โ€œwhat?โ€

โ€œiโ€™ll give you three months free of rent, maybe more if you go on a date with me.โ€

โ€œthatโ€™s not fair to the other tenants though.โ€

โ€œthey donโ€™t have to know.โ€

you giggle, turning around so that youโ€™re completely facing him. cupping his cheeks into your hand, you lean in to give him a kissโ€” a more subtle kiss. โ€œalright then. a date is settled.โ€

FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru

as satoru entered his apartment, he was surprised to stumble uponโ€” a rather, agitated suguru. arms crossed over his chest, it seemed as if satoru had done something to piss him off.

โ€œsuguโ€”โ€

โ€œdo you know how many times iโ€™ve called you? 17 times! i even messaged you and you answered none of them!โ€ suguru rambled and satoru easily noticed fumes erupting from his ears. โ€œyou should be grateful that megumi can take care of himself.. gosh, heโ€™s only what? seven? i canโ€™t believe you left him home alone. what if something bad happened?โ€

โ€œlookโ€” suguruโ€”โ€

โ€œugh, whatever. i made sure megumi got to school safely with yuji. make sure you pick them up later and drop them off at [name]โ€™s house, we have a meeting this evening,โ€ suguru cuts satoru off again as he grabs his coat, not leaving any room for satoru to explain.

โ€œsuguruโ€”โ€

โ€œwhy do you look like you just..โ€ suguru pauses once he got a good observation of satoruโ€™s appearance. โ€œdid you drink last night?โ€

โ€œwhโ€” what? ABSOLUTELY not!โ€ satoru defends himself.

โ€œuh huh.. hurry up and get ready,โ€ suguru dismisses it once more before leaving the apartment.

well, guess satoru didnโ€™t really need an explanation after all.

FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: me after using the word cock

FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru
FANTASIZE โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ. Gojo Satoru

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1 year ago

this should be canon ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฉ

Saw A Panel With Gojo's Bloody Face And Then This Little Sketch Happened.

Saw a panel with gojo's bloody face and then this little sketch happened.


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1 year ago

LOVESICK GOJO IS JUST ๐Ÿฅน๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿป love him so much ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž

๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž
๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž
๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž
๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž

. ft. highschool! gojo

. content. fluffity fluff fluff.

. note. heโ€™s such an idiot i love him. tried my best lol.

๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who is known as the cocky boy who also doesnโ€™t know how to hold his tongue, but when he sees you for the first timeโ€” his faรงade comes crumbling down along with the ounces that are known as his communication skills.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who thinks he has a chance with you because according to him, heโ€™s very much likable and you must be insane if you were to turn him down.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who follows you around school like a sad little puppy that has been abandoned in a dark alley. and you can practically see his tail wagging when you two share small interactions, even though most of them consist of him trying lame pick up lines which results in him almost getting knocked behind the head.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who you convince yourself of that you dislike, despite all the times you spend together. either during classes, lunch, hangouts with shoko and suguru or missions youโ€™re both assigned to. heโ€™s like a solar pannel that has been installed, slowly but rapidly sucking the remaining energy out of you as if youโ€™re the sun.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who likes to make snarky remarks and tease you, not knowing heโ€™s slightly being ignorant towards you as a person and your feelings. so you try to create the most distance possible, leaving him in desperation for your presence.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who embarrassingly begs shoko and suguru to talk to you. he suggests nothing but all ridiculous plans to have you finally come talk to himโ€” and surprisingly it worked. having them to panically call you over and your worried expression quickly turned into one of disappointment. seeing satoru laying on the floor with a hand placed above his heart, whining how bad youโ€™ve hurt him. you canโ€™t deny that you found his dramatics amusing.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who you tell about the way youโ€™ve been feeling regards of the way he acted towards you. his eyebrows raise in realization and he stumbles on his endless words of apologies. if you hadnโ€™t stopped him, he basically wouldโ€™ve bowed down at your feet for mercy.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who loves being able to touch you; either a lanky arm thrown around you, knees touching when he insisted on taking the seat next to you on the train or his favorite, hugging you. even though itโ€™s only when you seek comfort, he canโ€™t help but be selfish and enjoy these acts of services once in a while.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who is so obvious with his feelings towards you, that it makes you notice the subtle ticklish feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach whenever you hear a simple thing such as the mention of his name. youโ€™ve tried multiple times to push those feelings down, but they seem to rise higher and higher as time goes by.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who has been quiet for a while now, leaving you wondering in concern. you tried to figure it out, but it wasnโ€™t possible when he was avoiding you in all the ways possible. he hasnโ€™t even gossiped with you about the latest celebrity drama, something that formed like a habit between the both of you.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who runs up to youโ€” panting and out of breath while he has his hands placed on his knees. between rushed breaths and a few coughs, he manages to tell you why he has been avoiding you and you laugh at the reason. for someone with a big ego, he sure is a coward when it comes to confessing.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who fails to hide the excitement in his teary blue eyes when you reciprocate your feelings and deciding to give him a chance. but you soon feel a pinch of regret when he ends up telling his friends and even yaga that the two of you are dating. he hasnโ€™t even taken you out on a date yet. but thatโ€™s something for you to worry about later when he returns.

โ˜†โ€” ๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž who is now the man youโ€™re married to and who hasnโ€™t fully grown out of his idiotic characteristics. but you have come to terms with that fact the moment you decided to give him your all in 2006. trusting his promise back then and till now, when he said that heโ€™d take care of the most precious thing in the world. your heart.

๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž

tags ! :: @white-poppie

๐‡๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐‹! ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐†๐Ž๐‰๐Ž

ยฉ๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐“๐„๐€. please refrain from stealing my works !


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