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selfindulgentpixies · 4 months

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Stray

Ahhh so I've been picking at this and hanging onto it for a bit. I actually first started to think up the idea after I finished my snow leopard Gojo art. Please let me know what you think of it and if you'd like a part 2. CW: hybrids,snow leopard hybrid gojo, fox hybrid geto, cat hybrid reader, talks of ownership, reader was a pet for a human family previously, gender neutral reader,afab reader (only relevant if i make a part 2), satoru and suguru slightly bully reader?

_____ Your ears flick back and your tail twitches in irritation as well as nervousness. Being a cat meant you sat in an odd place, you were a predator but you were also prey. Right now you definitely felt like prey as Gojo’s long fluffy tail curled around the backs of your legs as he loomed over you. Blue eyes bright and slanted pupils wide as he takes you in.

This week had been shit, it seemed everything that could go wrong had. Your humans had given you the boot after deciding they couldn’t afford the care of a hybrid. Wasn’t even like you caught mice like a regular cat so what good were you? You weren’t even a pretty enough cat according to them to be put in shows.

Which brought you to now. Caged in by the snow leopard hybrid making you feel even more like prey than you had felt moments earlier before he’d driven off that annoying dog who’d cornered you. You do your best to steel your voice before speaking. “I- I could have handled myself, Gojo. You didn't have to swoop in like th-thaaat-” Your voice pitches upward as he without warning bends down to tuck his face into your neck and after a deep inhale you feel his warm tongue lave over your pulse. You feel yourself puff up, a full body shudder going through you before you shove at his chest. Before when you’d still had a family you’d noticed the independent snow leopard eyeing you but he’d never done more than engage you in teasing conversation before your human family nervously told you to hurry along with them while they pointedly avoided Gojo’s gaze. Hybrid’s like him were untamable and put humans on edge.

He snorts. “Little kittens shouldn’t try to act so tough. He was ready to make dinner out of you.” He rises back to his full height, a smirk on his pretty lips with a peek of fang sticking out. “And if anyone is going to make dinner out of you it’ll be me.”

Still puffed up you let out a low hiss. “Don’t even joke like that, Gojo. I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself.”

He snorts. “You think i’m joking?” he archs one perfect brow at you. “Lil house cats like you are on borrowed time when you’re on your own. You’re weak after all.” Your face flushes with heat and you strike out at him, clawed hand going for his stupid perfect face only for him to catch it. He squeezes your wrist just shy of painful for a moment. You’re so focused on that that you don’t notice his other hand moving to the back of your neck and snatching you up by the scruff like a.. Like a “Such a naughty kitten,” he coos directly in your face as he lifts you. The action leaves you feeling immobilized and all you can do is glare at him.

“Satoru, are you bullying them?” comes a smooth voice, deceptively gentle in it’s cadence. Suguru steps up behind Satoru to look at you amusedly. The fox brings him arms around Satoru’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. He gives no indication that he’s going to stop Satoru’s antics and put you out of your misery.

“Only because they picked a fight they couldn’t possibly win.”

“I didn’t pick a fight! I was cornered so excuse me for defending myself.”

“You were doing a shit job at it.”

You glower at him, feeling pathetic held up in the air, your tail tucked up between your legs and your ears back. It was even more embarrassing now that Geto was here as well.

Gojo lowers you to your feet finally and you rub at the back of your neck. You’re incredibly put out, your fluffed up tail swaying back and forth. You make to walk around the two of them on Geto’s side only for his hand to settle on your shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Home huh? Hmm but I could have sworn Satoru was telling me about how someone recently became a stray…” Suguru tilts his head to the side, frowning with one eye peeking open. “I assumed that was you.”

You bristle, or really you’d never stopped being puffed up honestly. “Well he was wro-”

“Liar~ “

You whip your head toward Satoru and he just smiles at you.

“Fine i’m going away from here.” You try to take another step but Suguru’s hand stays firm on your shoulder, dark claws pricking at your clothes.

Suguru hums, his fluffy dark tail coming up to curl across your front, the white tip tickling at your face, “Or you could come home with us. We’d make sure you’re well cared for. Not a worry in the world.” He fully untangles himself from Satoru and cups your face in his hands. His hands are warm and slightly rough. You feel like you should bite him but all you want to do is nuzzle your face into the palm of his hand. From the way that he smiles at you you’re pretty sure he knows exactly what you’re thinking as one of his hands slides up the side of your face to rub at one of your ears. “Well?”

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Ahhhh I hope you guys like this. I'll write part 2 if enough people enjoyed it. This was a bit inspired by some cat boy audios... I know i know don't look at me. I know this isn't everyone's thing and if you don't like it please be kind and just move on.

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months

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Reader going from being Gojo's lover to being his worst enemy part l

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Geto x fem!reder (18+)

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: You were always the perfect girlfriend for Satoru Gojo: innocent, quiet and weak. Until something inside you snapped. Until you decided you don't want to be weak anymore. Until you realized that Satoru Gojo isn't your lover, but your enemy...

Warnings: big ass tw for anyone who isn't into dark reader, smut in Geto's part (you will be warned in the fic), reader going absolutely crazy, cheating, language, violence, Gojo is a bit of a jerk in this, couldn't bring myself to proofread so excuse spelling mistakes

Notes: I know you guys wanted this in one part but honestly, I've been so depressed these last weeks that I simply wasn't able to write that much. I thought one part is better than nothing though and I hope I'll be able to post part ll within the next days 🤍 If you don't mind, let me know what you think, your support means so much!

“(y/n), are you alright?”

“There’s absolutely no reason to go this hard on her, jerk.”

You stare into the blue sky above, hating yourself for the way your eyes start to sting in tears, for how weak you are. No, not again. Don’t cry in front of all of them because of something so minor. But no, this isn’t something minor.

He beat you again.

“If you want to get better than rank 4, you have to try harder, babe”, your boyfriend jeers at you.

How many times did he say that already? You lost count a long time ago. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive, given the fact that Gojo Satoru seems to lose his patience with you more and more.

No wonder. After all, you are his girlfriend. How is it even possible for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of this time to have a girl of rank 4? You’ve been stuck with your poor abilities since joining jujutsu high, only able to sneak into training because your parents are friends of the Gojo clan.

It shouldn’t surprise you. Your life has always been like this: useless and puny. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you train, you’ll never be as good as Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You are nothing more than their shadow, doomed to watch them from the side-lines.

“Hey, are you alright, (y/n)? That looked pretty rough”, Suguru interferes gently while helping you to get up on your wobbly legs.

“You can at least say sorry, y’know? There was absolutely no reason to beat her this hard when she’s already down”, Shoko barks towards your boyfriend.

“Oh don’t worry babe, there isn’t enough space for two legends in this relationship anyway”, Satoru jokes while wrapping his arm around your clearly bruised shoulder tightly.

Even though all you want to do is cry and hide, you force a smile onto your lips. Yes, this is what you always do. Staying by his side, looking pretty and innocent while smiling kindly. Maybe this is your purpose in life, maybe this is everything you could ask for. Many girls are getting blue over the fact that Satoru is your boyfriend. You aren’t in the position to ask for more power, for the strength to stand up for yourself. So many people would kill for a life like yours.

You should be thankful.

Right?

…Right?

-the mission-

“I’m here to save you again, (y/n)! Hey, are you cryin’?”

You hate the way hot tears stream down your face, body too weak to fight against the debris that buried you.

“If I was crying, would you console me? I’d definitely like that”, you hear Mei Mei purr from the other side

“Oh you wouldn’t cry Mei. You’re strong.”

“Hey, how dare you to talk about (y/n) like that!?”, Utahime cries out.

Your mind goes blank, body sinking into the dirt.

“Oh, you wouldn’t cry Mei. You’re strong.”

Those words. Those oh so cruel words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. He surely didn’t mean it like that, didn’t wanted to hurt you. After all, Satoru just wants to look out for you, he’s always there to help you out. His words shouldn’t hit you with full force, you shouldn’t feel this burning inside your chest, your hands shouldn’t start trembling.

You let out the shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, eyes staring into distance. But they do and force a stinging feeling up from deep within along with one single thought.

You have enough.

Enough of smiling kindly all the time. Enough of letting others push you around and pick on you. Enough of even Satoru making fun of you. Enough of being nothing but his innocent girlfriend to the world. Enough of all the fighting, all the hiding.

For the first time in forever, you don’t force a smile onto your lips but furrow your eyebrows instead. You are…more than that.

“Don’t listen to that guy…”, you hear Utahime mumble next to you while she frees your body.

As if in trance, you follow her back up, the new feeling you just discovered tickling underneath your skin.

“She knows I didn’t mean it like that. Right baby?”

But instead of hearing the usual low “yes” coming from your lips immediately, you just stand there and stare at him before turning on your heels and leaving.

Satoru’s eyes widen. You. Leaving him standing in the rain?

“Did you hear me say something to you, babe?”, he shouts after you.

You don’t even hear him anymore, blood rushing through your ears. No more excuses, no more playing the victim, the lover. Your hands are still clenched into tight fist while you leave without turning your head.

That’s enough.

“I’m…more than that”, you mumble to yourself while staring at your naked reflection in the bathroom mirror.

You just need to work even harder, train yourself even better, change your mindset. No, you aren’t only Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend. You are powerful as well, you can feel it tickling in your fingertips.

So you worked your ass off in silence. Trained when nobody was watching, read countless books, started to introduce you to yourself.

“Beat you again!”, Satoru announces proudly while you let him throw your body into the air.

But something inside you stops you from letting all that progress show on the surface. You force the usual small smile onto your lips, let your boyfriend treat you like the dirt underneath his shoes. Over and over, without anybody noticing that something has changed.

No, you aren’t the little (y/n) they all know anymore. You are so much better than that, so much stronger than what they see in you.

Your fingers dig into the sides of the sink until it bursts under your lilac touch. Fuck this whole jujutsu high, fuck the way they all smile down at you. Fuck the way Satoru sees you as nothing but his personal toy. A maniac grin creeps up your face, violent laughter shaking your body in the middle of the night while you stare into your own stone-cold eyes.

This ends right here and now. And you will show them when the time is right.

-next week-

Will surprise Suguru this evening for his birthday. Try not to get killed while I’m gone. Love ya <3

You huff to yourself, the arrogance dripping from your boyfriend’s text message almost unleash your powers in the middle of your dorm.

No, you need to get a hold of yourself at least a little longer. After all, a few more hours won’t hurt over the fact that you went through this for over 4 years by now.

But today, you will make Satoru Gojo pay for the countless times he made fun of you. Today, you will wipe that cheeky grin off his face. Oh, how much you long for the moment when reality hits him with full force, when he finds out what your capable of.

How will he react when he finds out that you, a grade 4 sorcerer, are able to use hollow purple before he does? How will he react when he finds out his girlfriend fucked his best friend before disappearing into thin air and becoming his worst enemy? You worked on this plan for so long, replayed it over and over in your head. But now it’s time. Today, you will make the whole jujutsu world pay for all the things they did to you.

With a satisfied grin, you pull the exquisite pair of stockings you just bought for this exact moment up your legs, looking at yourself in the mirror. Oh, those black dessous definitely suit you well. Perfect for seducing the best friend of your boyfriend.

You put a simple dress on and get going. Well, is it necessary to fuck with Suguru? Absolutely not. You could just disappear right here and now and continue your plan. But where would be the fun of it? Just the thought of seeing that look of horror on Satoru’s eyes when he realizes you aren’t the girl he knows anymore, him not only losing his girlfriend, but his best friend as well. He deserves a little pain for all the things he said to you, for the countless times he made you feel worthless.

Exactly 30 minutes left until Satoru will arrive at Suguru’s doorstep as well. 30 minutes to seduce your boyfriend’s best friend, 30 minutes that will change your life forever. Are you ready to let go of the sweet and innocent girl you were, the easy life you had in the eyes of others as Satoru’s girlfriend without any power?

“Hell yes”, you mumble to yourself, heart almost beating out of your chest while you knock against his door.

Geto was always a true sweetheart, the one who always stood up for you even against Satoru. His oh so charming smile, his inviting hands, his character made of pure gold. He really doesn’t deserve what comes next.

But power demands sacrifice and pain. Maybe he’ll understand.

As soon as he opens the door, you crumble in front of him and cry. Crocodile tears stream down your face in rivers, shaky hands covering your face.

“(y/n), what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Come on, get in!”

His hand is placed on your back and pushes you softy into the middle of the room. Instead of saying another word, he simply wraps his inviting arms around you.

“Satoru…”, you mumble.

You can clearly see the way his jaw tenses. It’s nothing new to Suguru to see you cry because of his best friend. Geto told him over and over to treat you better, to not be so rough, to look after you in a caring way. And even though he always admired how well you kept your composure, moments like this one happened once in a while.

Nothing noticeable, right?

You burry your head against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck. Oh, you never noticed how tight his muscles are, how trained he is underneath that wide uniform.

Time to take it off.

“I can’t take it anymore, Suguru”, you cry it.

Well, at least this isn’t a lie. Before he’s able to stop you, you press your lips against his. Suguru feels so different, tastes sweeter than Satoru with a hint of mint. Your hands cramp around his neck, force him to stay in place while he looks at you with his eyes widen.

“(y/n)…Please stop”, he breathes out.

Stopping? Why does he press his body against yours, then? Why do his lips start to move against yours in sync, his eyes slowly but surely fluttering shut? Suguru always held a special place for you in his heart.

And you’ll use this spark of weakness against him.

“I can’t”, you mutter against his lips while pushing him towards his bed.

He grabs your hips when you force him to sit down on his bed, dark eyes gazing up at you like in trance.

“We can’t…(y/n), this is wrong in so many ways, Satoru is my best friend-“

“I am your friend too”, you interrupt him, hand gliding up and down his chest.

“I heard it when you said that Satoru doesn’t deserve me.”

He lets out his breath, whole body tensed up like stone underneath your merciless touch. You let yourself glide onto his lap, let yourself fall onto his already rock-hard erection. No, there’s absolutely no doubt in the fact that Suguru wants you.

And that your plan will work.

“I always wanted you more. You were always so good to me, Suguru. Now let me be good to you”, you hush oh so innocent.

His eyes roll into his skull, a pained expression painted on his face while he fights for what seems like dear life underneath your merciless touch. Your words do things to him he’d never dare to speak out. Damn, Satoru is his best friend, you’ve been his girlfriend for over 4 years and right now, you’re sitting on his lap. Right now, he can’t help but imagine you underneath him while groaning his name into his ear with your sweet voice.

“Fuck”, he hisses through gritted teeth, arms pushing you harder against his pants.

Your hips start to move on their own, sensitive spot rubbing over and over against him until your wetness covers his clothes delicately, a low groan escaping his lips before he can stop himself.

Enough of that. Without thinking twice, you unzip his pants and push them down his muscular legs, heat radiating through your whole body. This is absolutely hot, so exciting that you almost come from the sheer thought of fucking Suguru. But what excites you even more is that Satoru might walk through this door every given minute in order to surprise his best friend…

“Suguru”, you moan into the thick air as soon as his fingertips brush over your clit.

“(y/n)”, he growls against your ear, head hidden against your neck.

“(y/n)…”

Your heart skips a beat, fingers digging deeper into Suguru’s skin. Yes, this is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for, the moment you’ve begged for. As if in slow motion, you turn your head around.

There he stands, bright blue orbs widen in horror while he stares at you and Suguru.

“Didn’t expect you here”, you lie, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Elegantly, you get up from Suguru’s lap and put your panties up.

“(y/n)…you….you fucked my best friend”, the white-haired boy breathes out.

“I need to make an announcement.”

His numb eyes dart towards you. You, the girl he loved for over four years. You, the cute and innocent (y/n) he was always proud of, the girlfriend literally any guy could ask for. You…you aren’t capable of something like that. You can’t even stand up for yourself and now…Now you’re fucking his best friend?

“See this as my first act of revenge for all those years you pushed me around like the dirt underneath your shoes, Gojo.”

The way you spit his last name at him almost sweeps him off his feet.

“What the hell are you talking about? I was always good to you and you…you just fucked my best friend”, he shouts, the numb undertone in his eyes changing into pure rage.

“Good to me? You treated me like a hamster, like your weak little pet. But let me tell you, I’m not that weak girl you taught me to be anymore.”

Roughly, you grab his wrist, light the whole room purple.

“(y/n)…”, you hear Suguru breathe out behind you.

“This can’t be true.”

Satoru’s free hand yanks towards your body, aims for control all over again. It has always been like this. Gojo, who thinks the world belongs exclusively to him. Gojo, who thinks he can treat you like a price. Gojo, who thinks you can’t live without him.

“Don’t you dare to touch me ever again”, you purr at him, escaping his grasp with ease while pushing him so hard that he stumbles backwards.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore. From now on, you are my enemy. And I’ll never let you forget about that, Gojo Satoru.”

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user00003123 · 10 months

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NOW LIVE: SWEET LIKE SUGAR feat. k. nanami

SUMMARY: nanami wasn't having any luck with dating, so his friends decided to tell him about being a sugar daddy

CONTENT WARNINGS: sugar daddy! professor! kento nanami x fem! black! reder, smut, mdni, modern au, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap (reader is 20 and Nanami is 33), daddy kink, slight clit play, oral (f! receiving), p in v, missionary, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, sweetheart, daddy) wc: 4,151

Kento Nanami was a lonely man. No wife, no kids, no one to share his life with, and no one to take care of. He was alone, longing for companionship and his friends had noticed. Whenever he wasn't hanging out with them, he was spending his time by himself. Even though he would tell them he enjoyed his alone time, he wasn't good at hiding the fact that he was lonely.

His friends wanted to help him, so they invited him out for drinks at the bar, but what Nanami wasn't expecting was their suggestion for companionship.

"Being a sugar daddy?" Nanami questions while swirling his glass of whiskey. He had heard of it before, but he never considered the idea.

Geto is leaning against the bar, eyeing the bartender, "Yeah, you pay a sugar baby for their companionship or for them to have sex with you."

Nanami raised an eyebrow, "Paying for sex? Isn't that prostitution?"

"Well, technically yes, but you can discuss with your sugar baby what you both are comfortable with and what benefits you would both get from the arrangement," Gojo explains. "You've said it yourself, traditional dating wasn't working out for you, and a lot of men our age do it."

"Yeah, it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, Kento," Toji says, putting a hand on the man's shoulder.

Nanami takes a sip of his whiskey, pondering the idea in his head, "Have any of you a sugar baby?"

"I've had a couple of them actually," Gojo smirks looking towards the bartender raising his glass, silently asking for another drink. "That's how Leila and I met." Nanami's eyes widened, he never thought about it. Leila was 7 years younger than Gojo, but now they were engaged after being together for 5 years.

"I've had two before the one I have now," Geto looks down at his drink. "It feels nice to have someone to be around and talk to keep you from feeling alone."

"Just make sure to discuss what you both want from the arrangement before jumping into it," Toji gives Nanami a serious look. "You don't wanna pursue something that you're not comfortable with."

Nanami told his friends he was going to look into it and they were proud of him for making an effort. When Nanami arrived home, he rushed to his office, unlocked his computer, then searched sugar daddy, clicking on the first website that popped up.

Are you a successful and generous man seeking companionship? Create a profile to meet the sugar baby of your dreams!

He clicks I'm a sugar daddy, then join free to start making his profile. Nanami typed in his name, age, his occupation—raised an eyebrow at body type and height, but added it anyway. Then added personal details about himself, before he got stuck on the 'what are you looking for' question.

"What am I looking for?" he quietly questions himself. He ponders that question, trying to figure out how to put it in words without scaring people away.

I'm looking for a genuine Sugar Baby that I can spoil, spend time with, and hopefully one day come home to.

He thought he sounded desperate and maybe to some he would, but he was. He was longing for someone to care about him, to love him, to want to be with him. He is discouraged with himself that none of his relationships have worked in the past and he needs to feel something.

Clicking the complete profile button, he had to verify that he was himself, then his page was now able to be seen by other people. He looks towards the clock and lets out a sigh, seeing it was 2 am. Nanami shuts down his computer, mentally deciding to shower in the morning, and gets into bed.

Nanami woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing against the nightstand. Groaning in annoyance, he reaches for his phone, opening one of his eyes to turn off his alarm. He lays down for a few seconds before rolling out of bed, making sure to grab his phone, then heading to his bathroom to shower. As the hot water is hitting his back, he opens up the site he was on last night and is stunned seeing how many messages he's received from different sugar babies.

After going through each message and taking a look at their profile, one particular woman caught his eye, and it was you.

Y/n: Hi, your bio is so sweet!

Y/n: I also see you're a professor, what do you teach?

Your message brought a smile to his face, but then he swiped through your pictures and read your bio listing some of the things you enjoyed doing and he was hooked.

Nanami: Hello, thank you. I teach English. What degree are you pursuing?

Nanami had finished his shower and was brushing his teeth when he received an email that you had responded to him.

Y/n: I'm pursuing psychology, but I want to be a lawyer. How do you enjoy being a professor?

Nanami: I enjoy it quite a lot. I've wanted to teach since I was in high school and teaching college students always intrigued me.

Nanami: What made you want to be a lawyer?

Y/n: I've always wanted to be able to help people and change their lives for the better. I also like debating against people, it brings me joy

Nanami: Honesty, I like it. You're going to be a great lawyer one day.

He didn't want to leave you hanging like that, making the conversation seem short, but he was doubting that you would want to keep talking to him. It was hard to not doubt himself when all his past relationships didn't seem to workout, but who's to say this one won't? At the least, he'll have someone to keep him company. He took a deep breath and pushed himself to type his next message.

Nanami: I am enjoying talking to you, and was wondering if you would like to keep getting to know each other?

His heart was racing with every second that passed. You were taking forever to respond—it took 1 minute for your message bubble to pop up that you were typing and another minute for your message to pop up.

Y/n: I would love that! If you're free tonight I would love to give you a call.

He let out a breath of relief when he read your message.

Nanami: Of course, here's my number I can't wait to hear from you.

Throughout the rest of the day, Nanami was on edge about being on call with you tonight. It's been a while since he's talked on the phone with a woman. What would he say— what would you say?

By the time you had called Nanami, his nerves had calmed down a lot, especially when you were leading the conversation, so he could just bounce off what you said. You two had talked for a couple of hours, really hitting it off. The next couple two weeks were the same, spending a couple of hours each night just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You guys even got comfortable enough to go into detail about why each of you was even on the website.

"I know you need help with school, but you're a beautiful young girl. Why aren't you dating?" He could hear you sigh.

"I want to be, trust me I do, It's just—," you fell back onto your bed, hands covering your face. "I've tried dating and for some reason, it just doesn't work out. Growing up I watched movies that showed girls finding true love and it just doesn't seem to be real."

Nanami was quiet for a second, he understood how you felt. He's talked to his students before about how movies and books portray love, high school, college, and even sex. It's all a romanticized version of how the world is, but who's to say you can't make it real?

"Hey, don't get all quiet on me," you laugh a little trying to lighten the mood. "So, why aren't dating?"

"Every time I've tried a relationship or going on dates, she just ends up breaking things off." Nanami was staring up at his ceiling. "A couple of them have said it's because I'm too nice. So I honestly don't know."

"Too nice? I would take too nice over nonchalant or uncaring any day," you let out a laugh. "I don't know Nanami, you seem too perfect for you to have ended up on a sugar daddy site."

"Well, maybe you're the reason why I was on there. Fate bringing us together," you could hear the dramatics in his voice, but there was some truth behind his facade. "...but, you're not gonna know unless you go to dinner with me Friday night."

It was quiet on the other end of the line, Nanami feeling he messed up his chances with another—

"I guess I’ll just have to take you up on that offer," you had some smugness in your voice even though your mic was just muted as you cheered about him asking you out. You know it wasn't formerly a date, but maybe what he said earlier what right.

"Great! I'll text you all the details tomorrow," Nanami felt ecstatic.

"Sounds good. Goodnight Kento," your voice was soft and sweet. It made his heart swell.

"Goodnight Y/n.”

The next day, Nanami called around to a few different restaurants to see if any of them were available tomorrow night. There was a new restaurant that had just opened up, and they had a few more openings and let Nanami make reservations for the both of you. He also called the flower shop down the street from his house for a pickup order of a custom bouquet for you.

Once everything was set, he sent you a message confirming that you were still up for your meeting tomorrow.

Kento <3: Reservations for dinner tomorrow at 8. I would like to pick you up, but if you're not comfortable with that, I will pay for your ride there.

Pretty Girl: Aw Kento :(, ofc I would want you to pick me up. I'll text you my address tomorrow.

Pretty Girl: Are we still gonna call tonight?

God, you're the cutest, he thought.

Kento <;3: Of course, sweetheart. I'll call you around 7.

Even though you guys spent the last two weeks talking to each other, neither of you was worried about not having anything to speak about tomorrow. The conversation between you two just flowed, it felt natural and not forced. Nanami was trying to hold himself back from getting attached too quickly because that's another issue he had and he didn't want to scare you away.

He woke up Friday morning feeling more excited than nervous. He spent a few hours doing mundane things around the house, just to keep himself busy, but around 3 he was quick to try and freshen himself up. Shaving his face, and his below area, just because he likes it better hairless. Gelling his hair perfectly, then trying on every suit he owned until he found the perfect one.

He left his home around 6 to pick up the bouquet he had made for you, wanting extra time for changes if need be. The colors were pretty and went well together, each flower was the same size, and there wasn't a thorn in sight. He paid the ladies, thanking them as he left the shop, before texting you he was on his way.

He was getting more nervous as he got to your apartment building. His palms were sweaty, his heart rate picked up, and he started to feel like he was on fire. Arriving at your home, he texted you he was in front of the building then grabbed the bouquet, leaning on the passenger side door of his car, waiting for you to show up in anticipation.

It felt like time was going so slow as he waited for you, and when he saw you it was even slower. In his head, you were walking in slow motion towards him. You're black satin dress with a slit on the side, hugging your body just right, black heels and clutch to math, your hair was perfect, bright smile with glossy lips, you were breathtaking.

He snapped himself out of his trance bringing you into a hug, then smiling at you while handing you your flowers. The two shades of pink were so pretty, and the bouquet itself was so big you needed two hands to carry it.

"Kento, these are beautiful," you were in awe looking between him and the flowers.

"Not as beautiful as you," you held the bouquet in one arm as he took one of your hands to kiss the back of it. Your eyes were watering and you had to take a couple deep breaths to calm down. It was just, you never received this type of treatment before and you didn't know how to handle it.

"Come on, let's get to dinner," he opens the passenger door for you, holding your hand to help you get in and situated, then jogging to the other side and getting it. While driving to the restaurant, your eyes were looking between Nanami and the road, he looked so good all dressed up and you could see his muscles through his suit, it was turning you on a bit, you had to shut your legs and rub your thighs to ease the tension.

"You okay, sweetheart?" The nickname was not helping.

"Yeah— yes, just think you look handsome is all," you give him a sincere smile and he returns it.

"Thank you."

The rest of the car ride was filled with small conversations, keeping yourself distracted from pouncing on the man you'd only just met 15 minutes ago. He opens your door, helps you out, then guides you with a hand on your back to the inside of the restaurant. He gives the waiter his name and y'all are instantly taken to the roof of the restaurant in a secluded spot.

He pulls your chair out, then pushes you in once you're seated, and goes to his chair. Looking around, there are arches covered in vines, lights going from one arch to another all around, some potted flowers and bushes, palm trees, and umbrellas pushed in a corner for when they're needed.

"Kento, this is....wow," there wasn't a good enough word to describe how beautiful this sight was.

"Do you like it?" he questioned, even though he knew you did.

"Like it—I love it, it's one of the prettiest places I've ever seen or been to," you had the biggest smile on your face and Nanami couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for bringing me here and for the flowers."

At this point, a few tears were sliding down your cheeks. Nanami had made you feel something you've never felt before, cared for. You two had only known each other a few weeks and he did all of this for you.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," he didn't mean to make you cry, he just wanted you to feel happy. He got out of his seat, pulling you into his arms as you let out a few sobs. "Please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you."

You pull out of the hug to tilt your head in confusion, "Upset me? This is the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me." You hug him again and then regain your composure and he goes back to his seat.

"I'm glad I could do this for you."

You go through the menu and pick out what you both want to eat, telling your waitress when she comes and introduces herself. Once you both have your drinks, you decide to discuss the terms of your arrangement. Agreeing on there being no expectations for sex, seeing each other at least once a week, and Nanami sending you $500 weekly, you guys were now official.

While you two had just started to eat, you noticed the sun was setting. You could barely eat your food, your attention on the perfect view you had of the sunset.

"I picked this time just so we could watch the sunset together," he grabs your hand giving it a small squeeze.

Nanami enjoyed spending the evening with you, he had paid the waiter for your food, and gave her a big tip, before following you out and getting you into the car. The ride to your place was a comfortable silence. Nanami's hand was placed on your thigh, his fingers running against your soft skin. His action was innocent, but that plus how sexy he looked was making you need to rub your thighs together again, to ease the pressure you felt on your clit.

Your lip was between your teeth and your eyes closed, trying to think about anything else besides Nanami and he glanced at you worryingly, "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Ugh, that nickname again. He wasn't helping ease the dirty thoughts going through your head, "Nothing, I'm okay."

He was in front of your apartment building, his full attention on you. You weren't making eye contact with him, so he used his thumb and index finger to make you look at him, "Don't lie to me, baby. Just tell me what it is and I'll fix it."

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, then back up to his eyes, "I need you."

Your thighs were squeezing together so tight, he patted one, getting you to stop, "Where do you need me?" He was rubbing your inner thigh, fingers so close to where you wanted him.

You moved his hand that was on your thigh to your clothed pussy. He rubbed slow circles over your clit, hearing you let out little gasps and moans from his touch, but Nanami was a classy man, he wasn't gonna fuck you in his car, not the first time at least.

"Let's go in your apartment, baby," he instructed, and you got out of the car quickly, waiting for him to lock his car, then followed you into the building and to the elevator. You were holding his hand tight, trying to contain yourself. Once in the elevator, you pulled him to kiss you, practically grinding against him. Both of you let out little moans and grunts, your tongues exploring each other's mouths.

When the elevator dinged, you both pulled away from each other, getting out of the elevator. You pulled out our keys from your purse but were stumbling trying to get the key in the keyhole, so Nanami helped you and as soon as you were in the apartment, you were pushed up against your door. He made sure to lock it before dropping your keys to the floor and grabbing a fistful of your ass. Kneading the flesh, as you moaned in his mouth, he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He placed you on the floor, pulling back from the kiss and turning you around so your back was facing him. Bringing his arms to wrap around your waist, he's kissing and sucking on your neck then leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your back as he pulls your dress straps down your arms. The dress falls to your feet, each heeled foot stepping out of the dress, as he still makes his way down your back to your ass. He uses both his hands to pull your ass cheeks apart and licks a stripe up your pussy, and you're already a moaning mess.

He realizes your heels are still on your feet, so before he's too pussy drunk to care, he tells you to get on the bed and you do as you are told, legs spread, and your wet little cunt on full display for him. He dives right in, sucking your little bud into his mouth, and his name is rolling off your tongue. The tip of his tongue is circling your clit before lapping and slurping at your juices.

"Mmm— Kento, feels so good," you whimper out as your hands are in Nanami's hair, and you're grinding your pussy against his face. He moans loving how you taste on his tongue, eyes looking at you through the valley of your breasts. Your thighs are shaking around his head, all he can hear is the wet sounds of him eating your pussy and you moaning his name.

"Fuck baby, you gonna cum on my tongue?" you nod your head, not being able to form words. Nanami flicks his tongue against your clit, then switches to circling it, before he sucks it into his mouth again and that sends you over the edge. You chant Nanami's name as your legs are squeezing around his head. His tongue is still lapping at your messy cunt and he's addicted to the taste of you.

"Pussy taste so good, baby," he kisses your clit a few times, then uses your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. His suit jacket and white button-up were off in seconds, your hands reaching to touch his muscular torso, eyes only concentrated on him.

"You're so sexy, Kento," he shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them, then leaning over your body, making out with you again. One of his hands on the side of your face, and the other in between your bodies, lining himself up with you. When he pushes into you at a slow pace, you both moan into each other's mouth at the feeling, your pussy sucking him in and his cock stretching you out. Your hands are clawing at his back, and your legs wrapping around his waist, to pull him deeper into you. When he's fully settled inside of you he can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock.

He pulls away from the kiss to place soft kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and then your ear, "You want me to fuck you, sweetheart." Your answer is quick and you repeat yes over and over until he's pulling out of you then sliding right back in. "How, hm? you want me to fuck you slow," he's thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, and you're squirming under him.

"Kento— no, faster!"

He hums, kissing up your jaw again, then sucking on your earlobe, "Oh, you want it fast?" He connects your lips again, messily kissing your swollen lips, before he's fucking into you faster, and you can't help but scratch at his back, leaving red marks.

"Daddy feels—mmph—too good,” your head is back against the bed leaving your neck exposed, and his lips are sucking, licking, and kissing, all over your neck. His hands move down to hold at your thighs pushing them to your stomach, as his mouth trails down to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it until it's standing straight up against his tongue. He sucks your other nipple while moving one of the hands that were on your thigh to thumb your clit. He's circling the engorged bub and feels you clenching around his cock.

"Mmm—fuck— you gonna cum, baby?" All you can reply is by saying his name and profanities over and over again like a mantra. Moving the hand that was still on your thigh up to your nipple, to flick and pinch it between his fingers, his mouth is on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. Your back was arching off the bed, pussy squeezing his cock so tight, a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you.

Pulling him down to you, it was your turn to pepper him in kisses on his jaw and cheeks, then sucking on his ear lobe. "I know you wanna cum, Daddy," your breath was fanning his ear. His thrusts were getting sloppy, him just rutting into you, chasing his orgasm. "Cum for me," he rutted into you a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock, saying your name as his cum coated your stomach in his white sticky mess.

Nanami leaned over your body placing kisses all over your face, then kissing your lips. You looked up at him with a smile running your thumb across his cheekbone, “Do you wanna shower with me?” He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you off the bed and into his arms, then walked you over to your bathroom. He sits you on your counter pulling your lips to his in a deep kiss.

“Lemme fuck you in the shower.”

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day thirty-one cheating ft. getou suguru [jujutsu kaisen]

☄ tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + she/her pronouns, modern au/no curses, mentions of toxic relationship (with gojou, heh), dacryphilia, a bit of rough sex, marking, cheating!!!, begging, a bit of feelings here and there ngl, gojou slander tbh

☄ words: 1k

☄ a/n: this was a suggestion dropped in my kinktober suggestion box!! thank you so much for the idea, mwah c: also, *punches the air* I DID IT!!! ALL 31 DAYSSSSS

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The way you’re desperately clawing your nails on his back lets Getou know you haven’t felt like this before. There’s a slight panic in your dilated pupils because you never thought it could feel this way— this good. Getou thrusts inside you again and you roll your eyes to the back, your entire body trembling each time his cock hits your sweet spot.

It’s the least you deserve, he thinks. No one, especially someone as pretty as you, deserves to spend their nights pacing around their room, obsessively calling to a number that is never going to pick up. He’s tired of listening through his wall as Gojou evades question after question, only to finally tell you to leave him alone. That you’re suffocating him with your incessant whines, that you’re being a pain in the ass. Getou has had to control himself way too many times to not storm into his roommate’s bedroom and take you away. He doesn’t know where, but somewhere where you don’t shed one more tear.

It sounds hypocritical, as he sees a tear rolling down your cheek as the pleasure becomes a little bit too much on you. Getou shushes you gently, a wild contrast to the way he’s thrusting against you. His thumb wipes your tears as he presses his lips to your cheek, erasing any evidence.

He still can’t believe it’s you who initiated this. That after one more fight with Gojou, he found you sitting in the living room, tugging at your fingers as you tried your best not to cry after Gojou had dumped you again.

“He’s a dick. This isn’t about you, you’re too good for him and—”

Your lips were the first to crash against his, and once they did, all his self-restraint was gone. It wasn’t long until he was scooping you up and taking you to his bedroom, and you were taking off his clothes in the middle of a desperate kiss.

A whimper of yours evokes a deep groan from him. He’d always loved the tone of your voice, how you sounded when you were excited and the sweet cadence of your laugh. But now, he doesn’t think he can go on after listening to you moan for him.

Of course he has heard you moan before. He’s pressed a pillow against his face to try and muffle the sounds you make whenever Gojou and you aren’t fighting. He can’t help the painful boner at your sweet whimpers, and now he can’t help but want you to be even louder.

Getou takes one of your legs and places it over his shoulder, giving him a better angle to go even deeper. He loves the way your eyes widen at the new position, and how your nails press harder on his skin. He puts your other leg on his other shoulder and watches amuses as you curse in a broken voice.

Your hands travel to the back of his head, where you grab fistfuls of his long hair, pulling him back to your lips. Getou gently obliges, kissing you deeply as his thrusts resume. He swallows each one of your whimpers, feeling your walls suck him even deeper. You need him— and he wants to believe it’s just as much as he needs you.

Getou pulls away, only to kiss a trail of kisses down your neck. He makes sure to suck on your skin, grunting each time you pull his long locks. Next time isn’t promised, but he wants you to remember the faint smell of his cologne and the way your legs were already trembling when you see those dark spots on your neck and chest.

“I’m close,” you whimper, getting Getou’s attention. He hovers his face on top of yours, and he feels he could stare for hours. Your swollen lips, your glistening eyes, your dishevelled hair. Fuck, you are something to see.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he says, his voice low. He pulls away almost all the way to push himself back inside, making you throw your head back in pleasure with a loud moan. He does this a couple more times, feeling you squeeze him each time, both of you lost in pleasure.

“Please,” you whisper.

Getou resumes his old pace, locking his eyes on yours. He grabs one of your calves and turns his head so he can kiss your ankle.

“Tell me what you need,” he repeats, this time gentler. “Use your words, baby.”

You move your lips, trying to find the words, while Getou watches you intently, all his attention on you.

“Touch me,” you beg, and you know you should be more clear, but you feel you’re going to break any second now.

Thankfully, Getou understands this and nods. He takes two of his fingers to your mouth, where you gladly coat them in your saliva. Then, he moves them to your clit, where he starts drawing soft circles.

Your body immediately jolts, more curses leaving your lips as he goes. He’s never heard you like this, losing this much composure as you seek your release. He watches the spectacle that is you as you break down, legs spasming as you reach your high. You throw your head back and fuck— was that his name what you just moaned?

He feels like a high schooler, because that sole moment is enough to make him come. Without a damn warning, he’s spilling himself and the way your walls are fluttering during your orgasm sends him to a farther heaven.

Getou carefully removes himself from you, and with a quick move, he discards the condom to a nearby bin. He lies next to you and wastes no time before he pulls you on top of him, so you’re resting on his broad chest.

There are so many things he wants to say. Hell, he knows your mind is filled with questions and thoughts as well. But for now, he’ll just relax in the shared silence. It seems you think so as well because to lay your head and let out a content sigh. Getou draws an imaginary line from your forehead to your chin with his finger, dividing your face in half. He smiles when you chuckle at his antics, and keeps drawing idle shapes on your cheeks.

In the living room, Gojou stands by the doorway, your screams still echoing in his ears. He had it coming, he thinks, as he adjusts his pants, which feel a bit too tight. After a long sigh, he walks to his own bedroom, hoping you don’t go for a second round.

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