And A Fluff Thought Stemming From Bundle Of Joy Just Some Years After

And a fluff thought stemming from bundle of joy just some years after

All I'm cracking up at is this big scary wind hashira, terrifies the lower ranked slayers. Middle of training when they break for lunch, Y/N coming by with their now toddler daughter. Watch the slayers head spin when this lil girl is absolutely delighted to see her dad, running to hug his leg squealing

No, because this has sent me into a spiral.

Imagine Sanemi has the lower-ranked slayers nearly passing out from how brutal his training is, but they're also too scared to actually stop because they know it will just make their day a thousand times worse.

Sanemi is in the middle of laying into one of them because his form was wrongwrongwrong and how can he possibly expect to cut a demon's head off if he can't even hold a fucking sword, when they're interrupted by a shriek of laughter and joy from across the training grounds.

At first, the group of trainees see the Lunar Hashira crossing the dirt towards them, and they think, oh thank god, she's here to save us from Shinazugawa's wrath, she's going to help, thank god, thank god.

But instead she stops, and she's not looking at them, she's looking at the Wind Pillar and the Wind Pillar alone (like hello?? they're here too?? damn), and he stops the entire training session.

Suddenly, a small, white-haired, pink-cheeked miniature human peeks out from behind the Lunar Pillar's leg. She takes one look at the scarred menace who is low-key torturing this poor group of slayers, and she lets out the loudest little shriek of delight and begins toddling towards Shinazugawa as fast as her little chubby legs can carry her because she just learned to walk and now nothing can stop her.

And Shinazugawa smiles, and not in his signature sadistic manner that makes his trainees nearly wet themselves, but he has an actual genuine smile on that scarred face of his. Then, he does something even creepier -- he laughs.

He squats down and opens his arms as this little ball of pudge and snowy hair waddles to him, and he scoops her up and puts her on his shoulders while she claps her little hands together, laughing.

Sanemi then turns back to the group and for half a second, they think maybe Shinazugawa is in a good enough mood to dismiss them for the day because he can't possibly want his little angel to see him all scary and mean and angry, right?

Sanemi does decide he's done with training for the day -- but they're not. Instead, the Lunar Hashira -- his wife -- is stepping in to run them on defensive drills. Most of them haven't trained under the Lunar Hashira, so they breathe a sigh of relief, because surely, surely her training cannot be anywhere near as life-threatening as Shinazugawa's.

The Lunar Hashira looks so kind, so gentle, as she unsheathes her actual fucking weapon and begins using her breathing forms on them (because it's a mostly defensive-style of fighting, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have some very fast, very brutal offensive techniques saved for when she needs them). The slayers are forced to run, to contort their bodies into unimaginable shapes in a desperate attempt to dodge her crescent-shaped attacks. By the time the sun sets, several of them have thrown up, and a couple of them have passed out.

Meanwhile, Sanemi stands off to the sidelines, daughter still balanced on his shoulders, as she oohs and ahhs the display of lights and shapes unfolding before her. She squeals in delight every time her mama makes another pretty crescent moon and is so entranced by the dazzling show before her that she can't hear the screams of the slayers trying desperately avoid getting slashed to pieces.

And Sanemi has never been happier in his entire life.

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Sanemi's proudest moment is when his daughter, who just hit speaking age, loudly says "fuck!" in her little, cute voice when she drops her piece of ohagi in the dirt outside their estate one afternoon. Too bad she also said it in front of her mother, and suddenly Sanemi's proudest moment also becomes the moment he learns what true fear is.

ME AND YOUR MAMA

Sanemi x reader

MINORS DNI. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME

CW: smut, penetrative sex, reader has a pussy and tits, handjob, Sanemi an asshole, drunk sex, enemies to lovers kind of?, there’s a slap somewhere in there but not during the sex

Word Count: 5,609

Yeah I wish I had a reason for doing this one.

You met Sanemi for the first time after becoming Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. Since you were always literally living with her, you saw Obanai coming over a lot. You didn’t mind the boy, and he didn’t mind you either, actually reacting rather warmly to your presence due to the sheer fact you were Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. He liked to think of you as his and Mitsuri’s sort of love child, as weird as that may seem.

However, since Obanai and Sanemi were so close, you would sometimes see the rather brutish boy while living in the Love Mansion while Obanai was visiting Mitsuri.

These sightings, however, were typically awkward, and you chalk that up to your first meeting.

You were at the hot springs enjoying yourself, when a sudden gust of wind had decided your clothes deserved a dip in the water as well. You looked at the pitiful clothing as it sunk to the bottom, a subtle “well fuck,” leaving your mouth as you dipped below the water to grab it. Shortly after, you head back to the Love Mansion, in nothing but your towel, to ask Mitsuri if she has an extra kimono you can borrow. Once you get there, you ask one of the hinoto in the mansion where Mitsuri is, and they inform you she had left to go eat with Obanai.

Well fuck x2.

You decide Mitsuri wouldn’t mind if you just borrowed one of her kimonos for the evening, in fact she always loves when you borrow her things, so she would probably be ecstatic about it. You head into her room, still wrapped in your towel mind you, and start looking for something to borrow. However, while shuffling through her clothes, you hear her door open behind you, and a low sound. Almost like a gulp? That definitely wasn’t Mitsuri.

Well fuck x3.

You turn your head and see a man, with wild white hair. He’s covered in scars. Jesus, he’s ripped. Somehow his chest is more exposed than yours AND Mitsuri’s. Wow his lashes are so long. Is he blushing?

“Hello, can I help you?” You utter, suddenly conscious of your lack of clothing as you try to be as normal as possible about the petrifying situation.

The man is absolutely red, eyes stuck on your face and not daring to go any lower out of sheer humiliation in his part.

“Is this,” he clears his throat so loudly it sounds like it must’ve hurt “Isn’t this Mitsuri’s room?”

You’re starting to blush, embarrassment finally overtaking the initial shock, still trying to make the situation seem less weird as you respond “Oh yeah it is, but she’s out eating with Obanai. Did you need something specific?” You turn completely towards him and take a step forward “I could pass a message to her if you wa-“

He puts his hands up and interrupts you, averting his gaze to the ground, the wall, anywhere but you

“No no, it’s fine, I was just looking for Obanai anyway. Thanks.”

Sanemi quickly excuses himself and leaves the mansion shortly after. Heading to town, face red and petrified. All he wanted was to ask his friend when they were supposed to go eat, instead he got an eye full of some random girl’s ass AND he got stood up by his friend. He’s so pissed. And embarrassed. And kind of turned on. But mostly pissed. And embarrassed. When he finally finds Obanai and Mitsuri they look shocked. Then they remember they were supposed to be eating WITH him. Mitsuri immediately gasps at the realization and starts apologizing “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! We were so caught up in our conversation we completely forgot!” Obanai pipes in “Yeah, we’re sorry man- wait why are you so red”

Sanemi is so pissed.

He is so pissed but the mortification of what he just experienced is overshadowing his anger so he just gruffs out “It’s fuckin fine I’m fine,” and the three continue their meal like they normally would.

Ever since that fated day you two are EXTREMELY awkward around each other. Though you don’t see each other every day, it’s still often enough for you both to be consistently reminded of your first encounter. Even after learning each others’ names, and engaging in “small talk” (AKA you talking while he wishes he could teleport to anywhere but here) while Mitsuri and Obanai are off canoodling in the background, you are still stiff with the haunting memories of your first meeting together. It stresses Sanemi the fuck out, and his outlet for stress? Taking it out on you. Which wasn’t odd, but he was usually tamer around girls. Not nice, but tamer. With you? He was worse than usual. He was very snappy, and always completely cold and indifferent, and nobody knew why. Obanai and Mitsuri picked up on it, which led to Obanai asking him what was up one day, as the two boys were hanging out alone. After agonizing about it for a couple of minutes Sanemi came clean with Obanai, who laughed his ass off at how stupid the two of you were. Seriously. He also IMMEDIATELY told Mitsuri, who giggled and said “awe, oh nooo, no wonder they turn so red around each other, I thought they were in love.”

You weren’t.

After your first meeting with him, and him being rude to you every time after that, you could care less about his weird ass. You didn’t even care about how you could see his tight abs contract whenever he was training, or how his long lashes shaded his eyes when he looked down in thought. Nope. Not even when his chest heaved after a hard days work, sweat dripping and glistening on every detail of his scarred skin. None of that mattered.

The same way how he NEVER thought about the curve of your ass, or how your damp hair stuck to your breasts, or how your glossy lips pouted whenever he would snap at you. He NEVER considered what it would be like to touch that warm space between your legs and make you tremble for him.

Yeah you were both down bad.

It was driving Obanai crazy. Mitsuri loved it, she thought your guys’ little awkward courtship was adorable. Obanai hated it. He just wanted you two to fuck and get it over with already. “Maybe it’ll get Sanemi to wind the fuck down a bit.” He said.

So they decided to give y’all a little push. It was a team effort for them.

Obanai invited you and Sanemi to go out drinking with him and Mitsuri. Sanemi took some coaxing, but you were excited to see your two best friends and the guy you wanted to fuck, so you eagerly said yes. While you were getting ready you noticed Mitsuri doting on you extra hard, even going as far as doing your makeup and hair for you.

“What’s the point in me wearing makeup? We’re just going drinking” you ask, looking at the ground as she put eyeliner on you

“I’m wearing makeup too, I don’t wanna be the only girl all dressed up! Plus you’re so pretty! It’d be such a shame to not emphasize your features” she gushed over you a bit more, making sure to fluff your breasts a bit before grabbing your hand and skipping out of her room together. She made SURE your tits were out just as much as hers and although you were a bit confused by her sudden attention to detail, you felt pretty damn cute. Sanemi felt the same way, feeling his dick twitch at the sight of your pretty face and your tits nearly spilling out of your kimono.

The walk to the bar felt sooooo long, each time you would try to talk to him he couldn’t help but see your tits bounce with each step in his peripheral vision, so he opted to not look at you at all. Answering everything with short “yeah”s and “mhm”s. You couldn’t help but feel suddenly self conscious. You started getting down on yourself, ‘is he so unattracted to me that even makeup doesn’t help?’ And you suddenly felt like a clown for putting in so much effort just to be ignored. Meanwhile he was trying his best to coax his brain to think of traumatic events just so he doesn’t bust in his pants in front of you, God, and his best friend.

A couple feet in front of you two Obanai and Mitsuri are gossiping about you both.

“Why aren’t they talking?” The Love Hashira was frantic

“Babe, they’re idiots” he got his cheek pinched for that, quickly uttering “it’s trueee! But things will work themselves out! They just need this one little push.”

Mitsuri anxiously glances back, trying not to be obvious. When she sees the look on sanemi’s face, and the way you’re anxiously fiddling with the belt of your kimono, both of you blushing like virgins? She starts smirking. Turning forward and lacing her arm with Obanai before leaning over and whispering “You were righhhtttttt!”

“I knowwwwww!” He whispered back.

They were so in love it made you guys wanna puke. In an endearing way. It was like watching your parents kiss as a child, and it gave both you and Sanemi a slightly less awkward feeling.

“God, those two were made for each other.”

You think out loud

Sanemi nods and almost smiles, wearing a lopsided grin “They’re so in love it makes me sick.”

You laugh at his joke, making the couple in front of you look at each other with wide eyes, and making the poor man next to you almost buckle at the knees.

“Awww no way…maybe just a little” you reply with just a little bit of snark, which makes Sanemi warm up to you a little bit more. Not that you, or anybody else would ever know that, because he’s hell bent on staying emotionally constipated for the rest of his days. But deep down, underneath the constipated surface, he genuinely likes you. He was just VERY sexually frustrated. And an asshole. Plus his last crush died. He’s a little traumatized be patient.

You guys finally got to the bar, and immediately ordered some sake. They forced you and Sanemi to sit next to each other, making you both blush and fidget awkwardly. Once the drinking started, you and Sanemi started to loosen up a bit. Not with each other, though, you both just started talking to mitsuri and Obanai. Suddenly you got too excited, talking to the Love Hashira about something funny you remembered, and lost your balance slightly, bumping into Sanemi. With a little liquid courage in him, he was brave enough to steady you with both of his hands uttering a gentle but gruff

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm,” you look up at him with your flushed face, your glossy eyes gazing up at him through your pretty lashes and reply with a small “Thank you.” He feels his dick throb in his pants and panics. He quickly pushes you off of his body and steadies you back on your seat before ripping his hands from your body as if you were scalding hot. He’s stressed as hell with both of his hands on his knees mumbling “Don’t fucking mention it,” albeit, a little more aggressively than he meant it, he’s just so fucking frustrated, and he doesn’t know what to do. He wants you so bad but he doesn’t know how to initiate anything romantic, so he just suffers in his own little sexually frustrated hell. And you DO NOT make it easy on him. However, you slump a little at his attitude, wondering why he always has to treat you this way. Mitsuri notices how sad you look and before your drunk girl tears can start she ushers you to the bathroom. She grabs your hand and forces you to skip all the way there with her, making your mood brighten just a bit.

Whilst in your own little girl bubble together, she looks at you and says

“Soooo…”

You raise an eyebrow at her “Sooo…what?”

She suddenly stopped walking and grabbed both of your hands, swinging you in front of her gently before whispering to you

“What’s up with you and Sanemi?”

You start to pout “is it that obvious?”

“YES!” She says a little too loudly, earning looks from a couple drinkers who are still close enough to hear you “you both turn so red and get so awkward around each other!”

“I wish!” You admit, the alcohol erasing all caution about your crush on him “He totally hates me…”

“Not from what Obanai tells me!” She says in a bright little whisper, “Cheer up. He’s got a rough personality, but he does like you. We can both tell.” You try not to roll your eyes at your sweet, sweet friend, but you can’t help but feel like she’s just trying to spare your feelings. You give her a little smile and say “Okay, okay. Thank you.” She nods, hands you her hair comb, and says “Go cool off a bit in the bathroom, fix your hair a little, and come back out when you feel as pretty as you look tonight.”

You can’t help but hug her sweet ass. You both have a little drunk girl hug moment, giggling and doting on each other, before you both finally let go. Mitsuri skipping back to the table, and you entering the bathroom to fix yourself up again. You splash a little cool water on your face, which helps you sober up just the tiniest bit, smooth down your hair a bit, and after a couple of minutes of deep breathing, you head back out there, getting back to the table, just to see Mitsuri and Obanai getting ready to leave.

“Hey, where are you guys going?”

Obanai looks at you and looks back at Mitsuri, her being mostly carried by him and barely conscious.

“She’s had a little too much to drink, so I’m just gonna take her back to my place so I can keep an eye on her,” he hoists her up in his grip a bit, “…make sure she doesn’t choke on her own puke.”

You nod hesitantly, not because you doubt Iguro, you know he would never do anything bad to Mitsuri, you just didn’t know where this left you and Sanemi.

“Sanemi, d’you mind walking her home?” Obanai speaks, gesturing to you with a slight jerk of his head. Sanemi sputters “Wha? No way, she’s a Tsuguko she can walk herse-“

“Don’t. Be. An ass. Just walk the poor girl home.” Obanai snips at him, before hoisting Mitsuri up on his back, and piggybacking her out of there.

Sanemi grumbles and drags his hands dramatically down his face in exasperation. You can’t help but feel awkward and kind of hesitant about walking home with him. You both sit there in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, don’t worry about walking me home, I’ll just tell them that you did. Don’t worry about it.”

He sighs dramatically in response “Shut the fuck up. Let’s go.” He stands up straight, tosses some money on the table, and grabs your hand roughly before walking towards the exit. As rough as his grip is, you can’t help but blush because this is the most physical contact you guys have had with each other. Most of the walk back was spent with you both silently blushing, and holding hands, painfully wishing that the other wouldn’t bring it up.

“Sanemi, you’re going kind of fast, I can’t keep up.”

“Shut up. You’re fucking fine.”

His grip on your hand tightens. You frown softly to yourself the rest of the way back. The speed of his pace evidence enough that he would rather be anywhere but here, anywhere except next to you. It sucks wanting to be with him. You start to think bitterly to yourself.

Once you both get back, he walks you towards the door to the mansion, stops slightly right of it, and roughly tugs you from behind him to shove you towards the door.

“There. You’re home for fucks sake.”

He turns to leave, but you’re fed the fuck up at this point. Even when he’s drunk he’s still an asshole.

“Why do you always have to be such a dick?”

He immediately stops, pivoting around and stomping towards you, making you back up until your back hits the wall. He slams both of his hands on the wall behind you, trapping you between them.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You glare up at him “Why the FUCK are you such a DICK all the time?”

He scoffs with his brows raised, and starts to mock you “Oh, what, somebody doesn’t blow smoke up your ass about how hot you are for once and suddenly your whole night’s ruined?” The way his speech is slightly slurred is the only telltale sign he’s just as drunk as you.

You make a bewildered face at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Is-is this about that one time?”

He also makes a bewildered face at you.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talkin about that time when you walked in on me!”

His whole face turns red and he finally moves his arms off the wall in favor of covering his face with his hands and screaming into them.

You watch on with indifference, if not slight confusion. Eyebrow raised at him as he’s doubled over screaming by himself.

“I think you’re the worst thing that’s happened to me since I became a demon slayer”

You interrupt his meltdown with your own little outburst, honestly you just wanted to hurt his feelings too for once. However, this causes him to straighten up slowly, and inhale before removing his hands from his face.

“Oh yeah? What a privileged life you live, to have some guy who doesn’t want you be the worst thing that’s happened to you. Do you know what everyone else here has BEEN through?” He starts slowly stalking towards you, making you back up to the wall again. “Seems like we’ve all earned our places here except you, doesn’t it?” He stops about half of a foot in front of you “You think I’m the worst thing that’s happened to YOU? You dumb fucking bitch. You’re fucking delusional. Just you wait. Being here will-“

It all happened so fast.

Your palm stung from smacking him, he suddenly went silent, then he looked at you. Cheek bright red and stinging.

Then, he was grabbing your ass and kissing you. It was so, so desperate, too. As soon as his lips came into contact with yours, his palms grabbing handfuls of your ass, he groaned. You kissed back immediately, of course, your hands taking purchase in his hair and grabbing at the roots gently. He parted from you, panting for a second as he moved to suck on your bottom lip. His hands pulled you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into the Love mansion. He stumbled drunkenly down the hall towards the rooms, you parting from him and quickly whispering a

“hereherehererighthere”

Once he gets to your bedroom door. Then he slides it open, steps inside, and immediately slams it it shut. He lowers both of you to the ground, himself on top of you. He removes his right hand from your ass and places it on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb gently. He stops kissing you just to speak with your lips still touching

“Fuck…wanted you for so long,”

He’s rutting his rock hard dick against your pussy, your kimono exposing you panties and leaving very little separating you from him. He starts feverishly kissing you again. He bites your bottom lip then runs his tongue across it, pulling away to give little kisses to it as his horny little apology for being rough with it. Runs his tongue along the roof of your mouth, just to lick the inside of your teeth and make you shiver. His left thumb sneaks under your panties, and starts rubbing at your pussy. He rubs at your slit, and accidentally touches your clit making you jump. He stops moving and pulls his tongue out of your mouth to look down at you, going back and rubbing the same spot, making you whine soooo sweetly for him. He leans down and sucks at your neck, rubbing your clit again, this time a little rougher, making you moan and your hips do a little jerk against his touch. You feel him smirking as he switches to suck on the other side of your neck

“Right there?” He huffs out, his voice is so low and raspy in your ear, as he rubs another little circle in your clit, making you moan once again as your panties start to dampen his hard cock. He groans at your reaction

“Ohhhh yeah…it’s right there isn’t it baby…your pussy’s slobbering all over my dick, it must feel so good” at this point he’s rubbing it mercilessly, and you’re panting and grinding against his touch letting out a breathy

“Yes baby, right there baby,” and god if your breathy little voice doesn’t send him over the edge. He leans back on his heels and hooks both hands into your panties before roughly tugging them down your legs, looking down with his face bright red and his eyes glossy and desperate for you. His eyes watch as your pussy drips down your ass and onto the floor, and he whimpers at the sight.

He whimpered.

You can’t help but spread your legs for him, and the sight of you doing that before him makes him wonder what he ever did that made the Universe think he deserved this. He groans as he looms over you, the sight of him like this makes all your blood rush to your pussy.

His hairs disheveled, his shirt baggy and showing his buff, heaving chest. His mouth open and panting, his eyes pitiful and screaming “I’m sorry I just wanna put it in you so bad” the sight of him reduced to this alone is enough to make you cum. He kisses you again, leaning on one hand and using the other to thumb at your nipple. You both moan into each others mouths once he touches it, and he stops kissing you so he can start sucking hickies onto your chest. The feeling of his rough lips against your tender skin making you moan. You place your hands on the back of his head, a silent plea to not stop, as you start rubbing your wet pussy against his clothed dick. He groans pitifully against his mouthful of your tit and you feel his dick throb against you. You can’t help but let your jaw slack at everything going on right now. You continue grinding against him and his pops off of your tit, leaving a huge mark on it, and he starts licking at your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. You moan and jump at the sensation, and he looks up at you with those pitiful eyes again, half lidded as he takes your nipple into his mouth and starts sucking on it, groaning into your skin when he feels how wet you get on his dick after he does that. You grip his hair at the root and pull him off your nipple with a loud and wet pop, and he lets out a guttural groan at the sensation. Your tits covered in his spit and hickies, and his toned body heaving against yours as he pants.

“Sanemi…” you reach your hand under the waistband of his pants and grab his painfully hard dick, forcing a broken moan out of him

“I need you so bad.” You whine back at him. He nods breathlessly, and you start pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Watching his large pecs and the harsh lines of his abs twitch with excitement as he pulls his dick out, making you raise your brows in aroused shock.

He’s so thick, his cock so heavy that even though he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life, it’s still weighed down by his sheer girth. His dick starts weeping precum and it drips down to your clit perfectly. Before he can do anything you lean up and grab it, drooling down onto his dick and jerking it as you look up at him, rest your chin against his abs as he looks down at you. God the face he’s making is so fucking hot, his lips are slightly colored from your lipstick rubbing off on him, and he just looks so utterly pitiful as he lets out a string of broken moans and sobs, the sight of your pretty face looking up at him as you jerk off his dick reduces him to a little puddle of desperation, and he quickly cums at the sight in front of him, shooting ropes onto your chest and grunting out a loud

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck-k yes please,” he wheezes in desperation as you start jerking him faster, overstimulating him “pleaseeee, yes pleeeassee fu-uck fuck yes, ohhhhh, oh God” his eyes start rolling back as he puts one hand on the back of your head, and the other on your cheek

“Let me put it in. Please, need to be inside you”

He starts leaning you back down, positioning himself over you, resting on one elbow with his hand behind your head, and placing his other hand over the one you have still holding his cock before he starts pushing the tip inside of you. He tightens his grip on your hand as he teases his head in and out of your hole, forcing some high pitched moans out of you, and getting a couple of throaty groans out of him as well. Your pussy sucks his whole tip inside, and you both whimper pitifully. He takes his hand off of yours and rests it next to your head, stroking your hair lightly as he starts slowly humping his dick into you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a little desperate “mhm” for every inch that he sinks deeper into you. When he finally gets balls deep, you feel his entire length twitch, as he whimpers a little choked-out-high-pitched “fuck” and takes in shaky breath. You’ve been panting and moaning, desperate since he started fucking himself into you, and the feeling of his fat balls resting and twitching against your ass has your head spinning and your pussy squeezing him even tighter.

He starts with a slow drag out of your pussy, his whole body trembling with need but he’s trying so, so hard to be gentle with you because he knows once he loses himself in this he’s not gonna stop. And he slowly slides himself back to the very hilt. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, but he’s been waiting for you for so long and you feel “fuck you’re so tight and fucking wet oh my god.” He tilts his head up and his eyes flutter open and look down at you, he swallows hard. The thumb on the hand he still has on the back of your head starts stroking your hair, the hand that was next to you now stroking your cheek as he looks down at you so deep and vulnerable, his cheeks still flushed as he starts grinding with his dick still buried inside you, rubbing against your g spot and cervix as his base rubbed your clit so sweetly

“Fuuuuuuuck Sanemi, oh god” you keen underneath him, you bring one hand up to his face as you start stroking his cheek gently too, your other hand gripping harshly at his pants. You’re both moaning and panting while maintaining eye contact, and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the intimacy and vulnerability of it all.

“Is…is this okay?” He asks you, all breathy and raspy. His voice goes straight to your pussy and you whine a shaky

“Mhmmmm”

You wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him impossibly deeper

“I’ve wanted you for a long time too”

You say, and god your voice is oh so sweet and light with arousal.

“Really?” His cheeks get redder, he starts grinding harder against you as his thumb that was stroking your cheek goes lower to start rubbing your clit

“Ah! Yes! Wanted you so bad!”

He smiles down at you and god he looks so soft, so beautiful, fuck. The way he’s rubbing your clit makes it burn with pleasure and you start bubbling little praises for him

“So good”, “so big”, “you’re so pretty, nemi”

He’s blushing and he stops grinding into you just to start pulling out and and thrusting into you, slow and soft, his abs flexing as his chest rubs against yours. He shifts and and accidentally changes the angle of his hips, so when he starts thrusting directly into your g-spot and your pussy clamps down as you squeal with pleasure, he stops, worried that he’s hurt you

“Oh fuck, ‘r you okay?”

“Yes please, please, please don’t stop. Fuck. Right there keep going please baby”

He just looks at you, eyes half lidded and pussy drunk as he nods and starts thrusting harder into you, right into that little soft spot inside you. Your pussy drooling around his cock so much it drips down to his balls and makes a disgusting squelching sound everytime he buries himself into you.

He groans, deep and raspy at the sound

“Fuckkkkkk”

He starts rubbing your clit faster, looking down at you with his sweet, red, and fucked out face

“Cum on it…” he’s panting, his voice raspy from being so loud “…wanna see the look in your eyes as you fall apart. For me.” He starts picking up his pace, your tits bouncing with each thrust and your drawn out moans punctuated by his rhythm. You feel the heat flooding in your pussy and your cheeks, placing both hands on his shoulders to ground yourself,

“Nemi, Nemi,” you let out a wet sob “gonna cummmm” he lets out a depraved moan that pushes you over the edge he feels your pussy squeezing and squirting all over him. You scream as your toes curl and your legs tighten around his waist. He gasps and whimpers out

“Yesss…please, fuck, oh god…” he’s still humping himself into you, getting more and more desperate for his own release, the after shocks of your orgasm making your pussy squeeze the life out of him and he whimpers

“I’m ‘bout to cum…please…please…let me do it inside” he starts rubbing your clit faster, overstimulating you in hopes you’ll let him claim you like this. Your legs shake around him, hands still on his face as you nod “do it, baby, empty it as deep as you can. Want it so bad” he lets out the saddest, hottest broken sob as he empties himself balls deep in side of you. His whole body’s shaking and he’s moaning and whimpering as he grinds himself as deep as possible and fucks his cum deeper into you while he comes down from his high. He finally collapses, and you both are panting, sticky, and completely spent after you first time together. He brings his arms around your waist and rolls off of you, subsequently pulling your body on top of his instead, and moving one of his hands to your head to rub it gently. You’re both still catching your breath, as he finally speaks

“I…I’m bad with words.”

You lift your head off his chest to look at him, he’s looking at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact for now.

He continues “But…I’ve liked you. A long time. ’m sorry I didn’t say anything before,” he takes a hand off you momentarily to vaguely gesture to you, “,this. But I hope that you still…i don’t know…” he trails off, starting to feel embarrassed by the vulnerability and not comfortable enough with the feelings to express the properly.

“I like you too.”

He finally looks at you following your response, and he sits up a little, with him leaning back on one elbow to look at you and you leaning forward on your elbows to look at him.

“I know we both have our…rough spots but,” you continue and place one hand over his

“maybe we could work on them? Together?”

In a rare, soft moment with him he laces his fingers with yours and nods. You both smile sweetly at each other, in the beginnings of a puppy love together, and sit in silence for a bit

“Sorry I slapped you, by the way.”

He snorts and ruffles your hair, you giggle and try to swat his hand away.

“It’s whatever, you’re lucky it was hot.”

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The next day, as Obanai is bringing Mitsuri back, they’re walking down the hall to her room when your door opens up, and out emerges the two of you. Covered in fucking hickies with your hair a mess smiling like fools. Obanai immediately has to slap a hand over Mitsuri’s mouth as she starts to guffaw at the state of you two, Obanai at a loss words.

“I…can’t deal with this right now,” and he continues dragging a chortling Mitsuri back to her room so they can gossip about what the hell they just saw.

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♡ thigh riding with kakashi - kinktober 2023 ♡

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summary: you and kakashi are helping obito move. when his van is too full, you have to sit on kakashi's lap on the drive to obito's new place. too bad obito is a horrible driver, and the road to the apartment is much rougher than you remembered. kakashi x reader. college au.

word count: 2452

content warnings: thigh riding, slight exhibitionism, cumming in pants, sexual acts in a van, embarrassment and humiliation mentioned in reader's thoughts, afab!reader (pronouns not mentioned)

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“Obito, there’s no room for me to sit.”

He craned his neck around from his position in the driver's seat to examine your dilemma. You were right: there really wasn’t any room for you in the van. Kakashi was already squeezed into the only empty seat, and every other seat was occupied by whatever the fuck Obito insisted on moving from his dorm to his apartment.

“Just sit on Bakashi’s lap,” he shrugged, already annoyed and tired from packing all day. He could barely see Kakashi’s hair over the TV that took up most of the middle row of seats, so Obito didn’t notice Kakashi flipping him off as he rolled his eyes. Despite your sour mood and sore muscles, you still managed to giggle at the sight of Kakashi being annoyed enough to give Obito any sort of reaction.

You also giggled to hide your nerves, because the thought of sitting on Kakashi’s lap made you shiver with excitement, which was not what you needed right now.

Mind over matter, you told yourself as you climbed into the beat-up van. Kakashi did his best to help guide you into the most comfortable, least intimate seating position for you both, which was you straddling one of his thighs and leaning forward against the seat in front of you. Was it comfortable? Fuck no; your back was already hurting from carrying boxes to the van all day. But any excuse to be this close to Kakashi was nothing to complain about, so you made yourself as comfortable as you could while Obito pulled out of the parking lot.

“Sorry for squishing you,” you offered to him, turning your head just barely enough so you could speak to him. You caught a glimpse of him, and he looked uncomfortable, which made you feel even worse. “Just let me know if I need to move and I’ll do my best.”

“Maa, you’re not squishing me,” he assured, adjusting his leg beneath you. The pressure against your core was noticeable and a tingle worked its way up your spine, causing you to blush.

God, it had been far too long since you’d gotten off. Casual hookups weren’t your thing, and the last friend with benefits you had ended things because he caught feelings, so you’d been self-reliant for at least a year now. Your toys always did the job, but you wished a certain white-haired best friend of yours would do the job for you.

Too bad he’d never be interested in someone like you.

You lost yourself in thought, ignoring the feeling of Kakashi’s thigh between your legs, and focused intently on the song playing from the vans’ speakers.

That is, until Obito hit the giant fucking pothole he always hit, despite it being in the same spot for months, causing Kakashi’s thigh to put some delicious friction directly against your clit.

The noise you let out was definitely a moan. There was no doubt about it to you. Thank god it sounded more like a yelp of surprise and pain to Kakashi, but that didn’t stop you from blushing profusely.

“You okay?” he asked, leaning forward and gently brushing your thigh with his fingertips. There was concern laced in his words, which would have melted you at literally any other point in time; now, it was just making your current predicament worse, because you were imagining his fingertips doing something completely different.

You gripped the seat in front of you hard, nodding your head while refusing to look at him.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” you stuttered, your voice a pitch higher than normal. “The bump just startled me.” You knew he could tell you were lying, but this was not the time to discuss it. Not when you were straddling his thigh and so close to his cock.

“Well if it gets too uncomfortable, please let me know so we can switch positions,” Kakashi offered as he squeezed your hip before letting it go.

Your pussy was determined to betray you. His kind words, the double meaning of “switching positions” that had you thinking of riding him until you collapsed from exhaustion, and the tickle of his fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your hips had you clenching around nothing.

You nodded again and leaned your head against the seat in front of you, willing your body to stop reacting to Kakashi’s body being so close to yours. The very back row of Obito’s van was the least smooth area to sit, so the vibrations were amplified, which had you white-knuckling the headrest in front of you and gritting your teeth. And of course, Obito was not a good driver, so the amount of bumps and jolts the van made only made you wetter and more horny and the most mortified you’ve ever been in your life.

“How you holding up back there?”

Obito’s words brought you back to reality. You’d been dissociating to forget about your current predicament, so you didn’t know how long you’d been on the road.

“How much longer?” you groaned, craning your neck to see over the TV that blocked you from Obito’s view.

He glanced at you in the rear view mirror and wiggled his eyebrows at you, which only meant one thing: he did this on purpose. That fucker. He knew you had a crush on Kakashi that you’d never do anything about, and he was always trying some stupidly concocted plan to get you two together.

“Only about fifteen more minutes,” he sighed, winking at you before fixing his eyes back on the road.

You groaned and let your head fall forward against the seat in front of you again. This was the horniest you had ever felt in your life. Your clit craved stimulation. The ache between your thighs had moved from annoying to downright uncomfortable. You were going to kill Obito after this.

“You look uncomfortable. You can scoot back a little if that would help,” Kakashi offered, placing his hand on your hip again. His voice had a husky undertone to it, and for a brief, delusional moment, you wondered if he was as flustered as you, but quickly shooed the thought from your mind before you responded.

“Yeah, I think that might help,” you admitted. Your back really was hurting from sitting like a cooked shrimp to avoid leaning back against Kakashi. You were already in this situation and still had to help Obito unload everything, so there was no sense in making yourself suffer any more.

Kakashi placed his other hand on your other hip and guided you further back on his thigh, closer to his body, and that’s when you felt it. Your arousal had soaked through your panties and your thin leggings, and the cold air hitting the wet spot sent a chill up your spine.

Fuck.

“Is that better?” he asked. Your voice was going to give you away, so instead of responding verbally, you just nodded without facing him.

“Are you sure?” he pressed, tightening his grip ever so slightly on your hips. God damn it, you were going to have to answer out loud anyways.

“Ye-“ you started to say, but Kakashi shifted under you to make himself more comfortable, and you whined. His muscular thigh pressed against your clit when he shifted and you couldn’t help the noise that escaped.

His grip on your hips tightened, and you could’ve sworn you heard a groan rumble in his chest as he breathed.

“Sorry, yeah. I’m sure,” you said shakily, absolutely mortified. You really considered asking Obito to just pull over so you could walk back to your apartment and scream into your pillow. Up until now, you were just suffering in silence, but Kakashi, the boy you’d been in love with for the last four years of college, heard you whimper when his thigh pressed against your pussy. There was no coming back from that.

Kakashi let go of your hips and didn’t say anything, only leaned back against the seat and breathed deeply.

Great. He was upset with you for being horny. You’d ruined any sort of chance of ever being with him at this point.

As you were mentally chastising yourself, Obito hit yet another bump in the road. You were clenching your jaw so hard you thankfully didn’t react, but you weren’t prepared to hear Kakashi whisper “fuck” under his breath as you involuntarily slid backwards just slightly. You knew what caused the reaction too: your ass was now pressing against his semi-hard cock.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, grimacing to yourself. This was now the worst case scenario and you felt horrible for putting him in this position. “Help me scoot back up.”

But his hands found their way back to your hips again, keeping you from moving away from him.

“Please don’t.”

You thought he was messing with you. There was no way he just said that. Was this a part of Obito’s sick plan? Did he convince Kakashi to go along with this, to make you think Kakashi liked you? This was a new low for Obito. You’d always joked around with each other, but never like this, and never with Kakashi.

You turned around to tell him not to joke like that, but you’re met with an unexpected sight: Kakashi, cheeks flushed, breath labored, looking like he’s seconds away from cumming in his pants.

“W-what?” you asked, completely caught off guard by his demeanor. He was always collected, so seeing him begging you to keep your ass pressed against his crotch couldn’t compute in your brain.

“I’m so s-sorry. Just pl-“ he was cut off by another bump in the road, causing him to curse and squeeze your hips so tight you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. “Shit. Just please keep pressing against me like that. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

His pathetic pleading went straight to your core, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips to chase the feeling you’d been fighting this whole drive. You gripped his knee for stability and paused, your heart racing and brain foggy from your lust-fueled haze.

After several deep breaths and a sliver of mental clarity, you whipped your head back around to check in the rearview mirror, making sure Obito couldn’t see you when you lowered your head. The music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear you two, and the TV was shielding you and the lewd acts you were about to commit. After your thorough examination of the situation and making sure you had whatever sad excuse for privacy you could call this, you slowly ground your pussy into his thigh again, causing you both to gasp.

“Is this what you want?” you breathed before you ground your hips down over and over in the same spot, pressing your ass against his cock every time you did. “Fuck, Kashi. This feels so good.”

The shame you felt was immeasurable. Here you were, rubbing your clit on your best friend's thigh in the back of a car. Your face felt hot from embarrassment and arousal. Stopping this would probably save you at least some fraction of dignity, but you didn't care. Your body was in control now, and it was chasing a high you'd been craving for years.

“D-don’t say things like that,” he begged, digging his fingers into your plush hips. His voice sounded so ruined, a stark contrast to his usual controlled manner of speech. You desperately wished you were facing him so you could stare at his beautiful face and watch the whimpers fall from his mouth. “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

You knew the letdown would happen sooner or later. It was just inevitable. You also knew he was right: you shouldn't be doing this. But with your body acting as the driving force behind the determined roll of your hips, rational thought was currently taking a back seat.

“I know, but I’m so close,” you whispered, your voice sounding so pathetic as you held back your moans. “If you never want to talk to me a- ah fuck - again after this, I understand.”

Kakashi pulled you back towards him, your back now flush against his chest, as you continued to ride his thigh from your new position. His heart was hammering in his chest, beating so hard you could almost hear how its rhythm increased when he dragged you closer.

“That’s n-not what I meant,” he groaned quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel him slightly thrusting against your ass, his hard length pressing into your soft flesh. “I meant we shouldn’t do this because I don’t think I’ll be able to ever look at you again without imagining how your ass feels against my cock.”

“Fuck,” you whined, your high quickly approaching. His filthy words were making you feel even more humiliated by what you two were doing, but they also made you so much wetter. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you drank in the beautiful sight of him looking so desperate to cum, and that’s what sent you over the edge. You clamped your hand over your mouth to stay quiet as you came, your thighs trembling around his leg from your orgasm.

“God, you look so beautiful when you cum,” Kakashi whispered, his thrusts against you becoming more erratic. “I never thought - f-fuck - I’d get to see you like that.” His arms tightened around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. “I just wish I could’ve heard the s-sounds you make.”

“Maybe we’ll just have to do this again sometime so you can hear me,” you teased, rolling your hips one more time against his cock. Your sultry words were his breaking point. He covered his own mouth with his hand, whispering curses into his palm as he rode out his high beneath you.

“Do you really mean that?” Kakashi panted after a minute of trying to calm down enough to speak. His fingers absentmindedly traced in various patterns on your leggings, the sensation bringing both of you back down to earth.

“I think this conversation is best to have after we help Obito finish moving and we're not limited to the backseat of a shitty van," you said with an amused smirk as you felt the van slow to a stop and park. Kakashi nodded in agreement, placing a kiss on your temple before you two had to exit the van.

You sat up and peered over the TV, only to be met with Obito’s piercing gaze in the rearview mirror. He didn’t say anything, only raised his eyebrows at you before getting out of the van.

He definitely heard you two.

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EMPTY

I'LL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE

Gojo x reader Nanami x reader

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CW: cheating, mentions of pregnancy, angst, suggestive language, tell me anything else I missed!

AUTHORS NOTE**

I know I promised to post and it's pretty late (10:04pm in Texas lol) but here we are! Enjoy today's chapter!

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Gojo has no clue what’s going on right now, he’s absolutely wasted. The party ended early for some reason. He’d already sent Kira home, wanting her to get some rest. Now, in the empty venue, you’re nowhere to be found and he’s getting yelled at by his friends. “Where’s Y/n?”

SLAP

Shoko slapped him across the face, “Do you not feel any guilt,” she cries out, “the woman you were supposed to marry, who wasted years of her life on someone as worthless as you.” He looked towards Getou, who wasn’t going to bail him out this time, but joined in. “You invited the woman you cheated on her with to your engagement party,” Getou starts quietly, “I didn’t invite her,” Gojo retorts. “THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT ANY BETTER,” Getou yells, taking even Shoko by surprise, “when did you become such a terrible person Satoru? When did you stop caring about how she felt? When did you start ripping her apart without a care in the world?”

“But what are you talking about, what happened with her,” Gojo questions, honestly lost.

“She saw,” Shoko whispered, “She saw you and that woman.” Shoko shakes her head slowly, “I’ve never seen her so lost and broken.” Gojo stares at the ground, “How much did she see? What did she see?” He raises his head, looking his friends in the eye, worry and regret. ”Is she okay?” Shoko and Getou look at eachother, a silent agreement being formed between the two. Shoko gathers her things and heads towards the exit, Getou following in suit. “Where are you guys going?” Gojo yells after the two, receiving no response as the doors close.

It’s silent as you ride to your shared apartment with Nanami, your tears dried up. “Where here,” Nanami motions towards your apartment complex, “I’m going with you.” Nanami gently places his hand on your thigh, eyes softly looking into yours. You turn your head towards the large, bright apartment complex, a place you once called home. “Alright,” you smile softly, “let’s go.”

You unlock the door, stuck at the doorway, staring into your cold “home”. You feel Nanami’s warm hand gently nudging you inside, “I’m here.”

“I’m here.”

Hearing those words makes you want to cry even more. “Go get your things, I’ll wait here,” Nanami takes a seat on one of your island barstools. You look back staring for a moment before you turn away. You look around your bedroom, hand gliding over the surfaces. You pull out a suitcase from under your bed, unzipping it slowly, painfully. You flip it open, staring into the empty box.

Anger.

You kick the leg of your bed frame repeatedly, your soul crying. Years wasted, thrown away. You hear footsteps make their way towards the door, but you're too deep in your thoughts to react. “Hey,” Nanami takes your hand in his, worry etched on his face. You don’t look at him, you can’t, you won’t. You turn away and head towards your closet, taking everything and anything you can. You don’t want to leave anything behind, you don’t want to come back.

Nanami watches you pack your things. He wished, prayed that you’d be his one day, but after watching you be in so much pain, he can’t help but feel guilty. His eyes widen as you start sniffling, his arms wrapping around you to slow you down. “Breath,” his arms tighten around you, “it’s okay, breath.” You can’t. You can’t breathe. No matter how hard you try, it’s too hard. Your hand grabs at his clothes as you bury yourself into his chest.

Why does it hurt so much?

Is this supposed to hurt so much?

“I need to pack more clothes,” you break from his embrace and move towards your dresser.

Gojo’s hand grips the steering wheel tightly as he speeds through the streets. He needs to get to you, he needs to explain. He knows that he was in the wrong, That what he did was bad, but he couldn’t help it. He can fix it, he will. He messily parks his car and stumbles out, still a little tipsy from the party. He runs to the elevator, pressing your floor, wishit it’d go faster. His heart is in his throat, his head is pounding, and through all the worry and anxiety he can still only think about you.

He unlocks your apartment door…

“Hey,” he freezes, “who’s that?” He stops at the scene in front of him, eyes wide. You are with a man who he doesn't know in his apartment, a suitcase in your hand and a suitcase in the mans. “Is that really the first thing you say to me,” you breathe out, “after everything that has happened tonight that’s the first thing you say to me.” You take a step forward, your finger digging into his chest, “You do this to me and you're worried about who I’m with right now?”

The man places his hand on yours and pulls you back, in a flash Gojo’s hand fists the man's collar, wrinkling the shirt in his grasp, “Get your hands off her.” “Nanami-” He cuts you off, “You call me a cheater but you're hanging around with some guy who you’ve never even mentioned to me!” You pull his hand off of Nanami’s collar, “What you did and what I’m doing are two completely different things! You slept with another woman at our engagement party, I have a friend, someone who I trust, helping me and you say we're the same. WE COULD NEVER BE THE SAME!”

Nanami knows that this argument isn’t his place, it’ll never be, but he wants to step in and defend you, he wants to protect you. He knows you don’t need it, so he'll trust you, and let you fight your own battle. “Do you want me to be honest,” Gojo straightens his posture, “do you want me to start brom the beginning?”

The beginning?

There’s a beginning?

You inhale a sharp, quick breath, “There’s a beginning?” Gojo motions towards the couch, “Let’s take a seat first,” he places his hand on your lower back, you pull away, he doesn’t mind. He glares at Nanami as he walks by, “Know your place” he signals with his eyes. “Y/n,” Nanami calls out to you, you walk over to him, “do you want me to take your things to the car or stay with you?” “Stay,” you say with no hesitation, “don’t leave.”

You take a seat on the couch, keeping your distance from Gojo. “6 months, she’s 6 months pregnant. You can’t expect me to leak her when she’s 6 months pregnant with my child.” Your world falls, 6 months, he slept with that woman for 6 months. “So while you were with me you were also sleeping with her,” you bury your face in your hands, “I rarely slept with her, before this we only slept together a few times.” He knows he’ll probably lose you, but he still wants to salvage what he can.

“She’s pregnant,” he starts, “you’ve got to understand that she’s pregnant and still needs me.” “Go fuck yourself,” you scowl and get up from the couch, throwing your ring at his chest. You're done with this, and you're done with him. “Y/n,” he follows behind you and grabs your wrist, “You can’t leave, I need you!” Nanami separates Gojo’s hand from your wrist, glaring at him. “You didn’t need me when you slept with her,” tears began to rush down your cheeks, “you didn’t need to be when you got her pregnant!” You turn away, suitcase in hand and exit the apartment.

Gojo yells out for you to come back, but you don’t.

And you never will.

Nanami loads your suitcases in the back of his car, closing the trunk door then sitting in his seat. The two of you sit in silence.

Nothing.

There’s nothing here anymore.

You realize that there’s nothing here for you anymore. There's nothing in that cruel apartment with that cruel man, there's nothing in that elevator where you used to sneakily make out, there’s nothing in your heart. “Nanami,” you whimper, reaching out for him, and as usual, he’s there. For the millionth time that night he holds you in his embrace, but for the first time, he buries his head in your hair and kisses your head.

“Don’t cry anymore,” he kisses your head again, “he’s not worth it.” Those words make you cry even more, “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens, no matter what you do, I’ll always be here, on your side.” Nanami holds you impossibly close, “So please stop crying.” He slowly lets you go, taking your face in his hands and gently wiping your tears away. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes,” you giggle and smile, feeling a little bit better.

Nanami takes you to his apartment, “You can take a shower first, call me if you need anything.” Nanami points towards the bathroom and goes to his office. You take a moment to look around, ‘This is Nanami’ you think. You take the half empty bottle of whiskey in your hand, caressing the glass bottle it lays in. You sigh softly and grab some clothes, ready to wash the night away.

You turn on the shower, first letting the steam fill the room, when you go to undress yourself you run into a problem, you can't unzip the dress. You turn off the water and leave the bathroom, making your way towards Nanami’s office. As you open the door you meet Nanami’s gaze, “Do you need something?” “I can’t unzip the dress” You both stare at each other. Nanami gets up from his seat and slowly walks towards you, “Let’s go to the bathroom.” You stay behind him as he leads you towards the bathroom. He opens the door and motions for you to head inside.

You stand in front of the mirror, watching as Nanami steps behind you, his hands softly resting on your shoulders. You watch his gaze as he looks down at you, not being able to decipher its meaning. The tips of his ears turn red as he slowly begins to unzip your dress, “Nanami,” he sums softly, meeting your eyes in the mirror, “kiss me.” You turn to face him, looking at him with your beautiful eyes, that he can never seem to escape from, he lowers his head slightly, then you lean forward, your lips a few centimeters away.

Nanami abruptly pulled back, “You're not in the right state of mind right now, If you want to do something like this I’d rather it be when you're not still shaken up. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.” He swiftly unzips your dress and exits the bathroom, leaving you to your thoughts.

You snack on some chips you found in Nana's pantry as you wait for him to leave his bedroom. Your mind can’t stop thinking about the scene that just occurred, you wanted to, you know you wanted to, you always have, you know Nanami wants to too, but you can see where he’s coming from. “Hey,” Nanami walks towards you, his hair still messy and wet from his shower, a towel hanging around his neck, “you can sleep in the bedroom, I’ll take the couch.”

“Will you sleep with me, I don’t want to be alone,” you watched Nanami’s face contort, “You can sleep on the bed and ill put some pillows between us, or i’ll sleep on the floor, I just don't want to be alone.” You honestly don’t want to be alone, thoughts of Gojo still in your mind, but you can’t deny that there’s an underlying purpose in what you're asking Nanami.

What you could’ve had.

What you want.

It’s right in front of you, only a fool wouldn’t grab the opportunity. “Okay,” Nanami says monotonously, drying his hair as he walks towards his bedroom. You smile. For the first time in a while you smile. You quickly put the chips away and rush after him. You lie down and watch Nanami place pillows between the two of you, leaving a little space where your heads were so you could see each other. You reach through the space and tap his nose, “Thank you,” you smile, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Nanami pauses.

He knocks the pillows separating you aside and pulls you close, holding you tight against his chest, “I said I'd alway be here for you right?” Your eyes shoot open at the sudden movement, looking up at him, tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

With a smile you snuggle closer to him, your struggles are whisked away by his warmth, and you calmly fall asleep.

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