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lymtw · 3 days

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Thinking of an argument with Toji that leaves you mute by choice towards him. He still talks to you and asks you questions, and while you don't turn away from him, you don't respond to him either. He ends up having to figure out whatever he needs on his own because after a minute or so you huff and walk away from the conversation.

"Mama," he calls from the bedroom, rummaging through his clothing drawers. "Have you seen my gym shorts?"

If he was able to get a word out of you, he would know that you washed them for him. Though you were still sizzling with anger towards him, you pulled them out of the dryer and walked them over to the room. He could hear your little footsteps as you approached the room, and when he turned to look at you, he noticed you were holding his shorts in your hand.

Your eyes were vacant towards him. You didn't want them to be because it sucks when you can't look at him with the endless amount of love you have in store for him. It's still there, but it's being masked by a poker face.

You toss the shorts onto the bed and leave. Toji sighs, irked by the fact that it's actually starting to sting now. Your disregard for him because you're ruled by your emotions and he lets things go too easily because he can't hold a grudge towards you, even if he feels you're in the wrong.

Toji never knew how much he depended on your voice until you wouldn't let him hear it. He depends on you to tell him where things are because without you they would be scattered all over the place. He doesn't know your method of organization, but somehow when he needs something and looks to you in order to find it, you pull it out from right under his nose. He depends on you to tell him he's doing a good job, and to tell him you love him, and just reassure him in general. It makes him feel good to know that someone thinks he's good enough, but recently the one person who feeds him affection like it's as important as food and water, has left him to starve. You haven't said a word to him in almost two days, and he feels like he's starting to go crazy. The sound of his own voice is driving him insane. It's gotten so bad that he had to make a mental note of how he's going to get you back that same night.

Toji leaves for the gym and texts you during his time there. He includes some images because it's now an unspoken rule that he always has to send you gym pics.

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... 😳🤐

Yeah, I know you like those. I'll be home soon.

You take the time to doll yourself up while he's still out. It's for him, but you won't tell him that until you come back from your "night out". Really, you're just gonna go get dinner for both of you from his favorite little restaurant. You just want to see how far he's willing to let this go, because you're caving. You're ready to apologize even when you know he's not upset at all. You're ready to spoil him in order to make up for those severe feelings you held towards him. You're ready to hear about how stubborn and unbelievable you are for this little act you pulled.

You spray on some perfume and walk out of the bathroom, just in time to catch Toji walking through the door.

"Woof, where're you going, ma?" He asks, setting down his gym bag before absorbing everything you were gracing him with. His eyes flit up and down your body, lingering on the very bare skin of the legs that come out from under your skirt. He can smell your perfume from where he stands, its elegant scent masking even the smell of his own potent sweat.

You didn't answer his question, and left him to wonder why you're all dressed up at seven o'clock at night. Was it a girl's night or were you openly showing him that you have options? Did he miss a message or a call from you?

You grabbed your wallet and scooted past him. You walked halfway down the corridor of your apartment building before realizing that maybe this was a bit much. You would make him worry over you going on a five minute walk to grab some food? All so you can show him you're mad? You cracked.

🥟🥡🍜.

Toji was staring at his screen, waiting for anything from you. The screen flashes like some sort of miracle and your message is seen by him. He chuckles, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at the sight of your little emoticons.

You came back home as fast as possible, bags of food in hand as you patiently waited for the elevator to bring you up to your floor. You took your time walking through the corridor, this time, not knowing how you would react once you saw Toji or if you would immediately say something to him. You're ready to talk to him, you want to talk to him. You miss him, you love him, and you hate the passiveness you threw yourself into around him as an act of retaliation.

There you were, standing in front of the door, nervous beyond belief for what was behind it. You collected yourself and twisted the doorknob, ready to face anything that came to you.

Toji stood from the couch and walked over to you to take the bags from your hands. The smell of his body wash wafted into your nose. There was an imaginary white flag hanging out of your pocket, and it was about to fall out to signal your surrender to Toji.

He pecks your cheek and watches in real time as color floods into your face. It's one of the most adorable things he's ever seen—you standing there so rigidly afterwards. He gives you a soft smile and resists the urge to coo at you for being so cute. Instead, he heads to the table to put the bags of food down.

You shut the door, and within a split second, Toji was in front of you again. "Ma," he says, sounding a little more desperate than he thought he would. "Say something." You stand there like a statue—unmoving, but unlike a statue, you are easily moveable. Especially, by Toji. "Anything, mama, please." He crouches down at your feet, his warm hands resting on the backs of your knees and his cheek resting on one of your thighs. This position made it look like you were being worshipped by him, and anyone who ever saw him do this would know that it was true, because he worshipped everything about you. From the top of your head, to the ground your feet stood on.

"Don't you miss having my hands on you?" They glide up and down the backs of your thighs. He looks up at your stunned expression. You won't look down at him, so he gets to see the way you swallow the words dying to leave your mouth, and the slight widening of your eyes as he lets his hands roam your lower body. "I know I do. I've been in hell these past couple days." He presses a soft kiss to your knee, then one more on your thigh. "I didn't mean what I said. I don't think you're selfish, baby. Maybe i'm just a greedy asshole," he says, rekindling the subject of what led to your silence towards him. His hand maneuvers around your leg so that his palm is on your thigh, making its way up towards the inner part of it. "But, I know something," his lips trail further up your thigh, softly kissing your skin. "I'm greedy about you. That can't and won't be changed, even when we argue like idiots."

You put your hand on his head as he starts kissing up your inner thighs, making his way even further up beneath your skirt.

"Come on, my sweet girl," he murmurs, his lips meeting the front of your underwear. "Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me you hate that my filthy paws are on you, right now."

Your legs tremble at the lightness of his touch, and you internally cringe at how sensitive you've always been for him.

"Toji..." you gasp. You feel his warm tongue flatten between your legs, a slow upwards drag of the muscle makes your thighs quiver before him. You whimper at the damp warmth his saliva leaves on your panties. "Fuck..." you moan, breathily. "Don't stop. Stay there, please."

The first word you reintroduced yourself with being a moaned out rendition of his name was heaven reaching down to pat him on the back for knowing exactly what to do to get you to talk again.

"Open wider for me, baby. Let me see," Toji says, your skirt still veiled over his head. You take a step back so that your back is against the door and widen your stance a little more. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and you shudder when his tongue returns to slide through your clothed folds. He doesn't even need to produce that much saliva to drench the fabric of your underwear because you've done that for him already with your leaking arousal.

You shut your eyes and rest your head against the door as Toji continues his act of filth between your thighs. You can hear him panting below you, your taste pleasantly coating his tongue every time he sucks on the garment that clings to you.

You cry out his name with sharp breaths following, your fingers tangling into his locks, gripping and tugging as his lips catch onto your cunt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you grit out, whimpering at the contrast between his mouth and his hands. His hands offer a gentle massage to your thighs, softly kneading the plush between his fingers. His mouth moves purposefully because he knows exactly what it takes to make you fall apart with it. He coats his tongue with your essence every time he laps at the wet patch on your underwear, sticky webs of arousal connecting him to you.

"T-Toji!" You squeal, your cunt throbbing with every brush of his tongue. "I'm gonna cum... Fuck, i'm gonna cum..." you whine.

Toji pushes your underwear to the side, and glides his tongue through your generously slicked folds once and you're instantly arching your back off the door, squirming in his hold and moaning carelessly as he sloppily makes out with your cunt. He desperately chases the sound of your pleasure-ridden voice, wanting to hear the way it raises in pitch when he strokes you just right. He doesn't want it to stop, it's been too long. Two days way too long. You tug at his hair with one hand, dragging the nails of your other hand down the door. You breathe heavily as Toji manipulates your pleasure until your thighs are trembling.

Toji pulls away and lifts your skirt off his head. He lowers your leg back down and stands up from his crouched position. He faces you with glossy lips that shine with all the juices he collected from you, some of it drooling down his chin to give him an even more messy appearance. He presses his lips to yours, making slow movements to allow you to realize what is happening while your eyes are closed. You can taste yourself on his lips as you catch the rhythm.

There's a loud smack in the last kiss before he releases you, a feral look in his green eyes as he dotes on your blissed out appearance. You look too pure for someone who's just experienced something so sinful. "Hey, look at me," he coos, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Look at me," he repeats, staring at you as you try to catch your breath with closed eyes.

You hum, rolling your eyes open to lazily stare back at him. Your eyelids felt so heavy as you looked at him, but you liked how vigilant he was being. It made you crack a grin, a small gesture that had Toji's heart thudding a little quicker, now.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, mama." His eyes trail yours as they look away from his gaze. "If this is your reaction to my mouth, I don't even know what to expect for when I'm inside you."

You look down to see what's been poking your thigh for the past minute or so, and it's the monster in his pants, outlined for your eyes to quickly spot and everything.

"Come on," you say, reaching your hand out to him. He takes it and allows you to lead him to the bedroom.

Toji shuts the door and locks it to give the situation a deeper level of intimacy. There's no one there but the two of you and yet you feel even more secluded by the gesture.

He wasn't aggressive in the way he bared you for his eyes. He pulled you close to him by the waist, your body against his as he peeled your layers of clothes off.

"Stay," he says, when you take a step back. He takes that step towards you again, placing his hands on your hips, and snaking them around to your back to locate the zipper for your skirt. He exhales through his nose, lidded eyes watching the longing expression on your face closely as he pulls down the zipper and allows the article to fall on the floor. His fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt before he fully slides his hands beneath it, and raises it up your torso higher and higher. You put your arms up and allow him to slip it off your head.

He makes haste of getting his own clothes off, a sly smirk decorating his face when he sees you admiring him from where you sit on the end of the bed as you take off your bra and underwear. You're forced further up the bed by Toji as he inches closer and closer to you. You reach a dead end and welcome the suffocating warmth of his body as he cages you onto the bed.

"Don't do that to me again, mama," he murmurs, before leaning down to peck your lips. "Don't let me talk to myself for that long when you have such a pretty voice to respond with."

You laugh, pulling a small grin from him. "I didn't think you'd care, to be honest. I thought you'd tell me i'm being childish or ridiculous."

"Nah, princess. I thought I was gonna die."

You giggle, pulling him close again. "You're exaggerating."

"You wouldn't let me touch you. Not even when we went to bed, so it was like we were friends instead of lovers sleeping together. Especially with how far on your side you slept."

"Oh, baby," you coo, pressing multiple quick apologetic kisses to his lips. He chuckles at the affection, and his eyes close instinctively as your kisses become more widespread on his face. He missed this more than anything. "What can I do for your forgiveness, my love?"

"Just let me fuck you, ma. That's all. Give me my privilege to all of this, again." His hand slowly trails from your chest to your stomach, a touch you longed for dearly during those two days that you verbally ignored him.

"It's yours," you whisper to him. You peer up at him with your constellation eyes, silently begging him to realize how much you need him. "I'm yours, so show me the use you have for the privilege over my body, baby."

He leans down to kiss you, softly. He's desperate for you, but his lips don't falter their delicate synchrony because of it. He guides the tip of his cock through your folds, rubbing up and down the slickness a couple times before slowly sinking into you. Your ability to tangle with Toji's lips slowly deteriorates, and your focus strays to the stretching happening lower down your body, so Toji picks up the slack and feeds you his kisses.

"Come on," he groans out. Not even he is immune to the rebirth of sex with you. You're warm and inviting, and you embrace the pain and comfort he offers every time he craves you or you crave him. This time is no exception. "Kiss me back, sweetheart. Give them all to me," he mutters, before attempting to connect his lips to yours again. You dig your heels into the mattress and your toes curl as you feel his girth continue to submerge inside you.

Toji cups your chin and uses his fingers to squish your cheeks together into a makeshift pout for him to kiss. He can hear your hummed little whimpers in response to him sheathing himself further into you. He was being gentle, because hurting you is a crime in his world.

"Fuck, I missed this, mama," he says, goosebumps rising on his torso as he drags himself out of you halfway and pushes himself back in again. "So warm..." he says over the sound of your pleasured moan. He sighs, a grunt following as he starts a careful rocking rhythm into you. "I could stay inside you forever."

"I could keep you here forever," you rephrase, gazing up at him with those eyes he unequivocally loves. They've reverted back to the default loving expression you hold for him, the vacancy of your previous gaze now filled with love, excitement, lust, and overall enchantment. It's a beautiful thing to see your hurricanes subside.

He leans down to kiss you again, distributing the kisses on your face and leading them towards your neck. You could feel his abs dragging up and down your stomach with every roll of his hips against yours.

"Mmm... Toji," you moan, bringing your hands to his back. One of them moves up to the nape of his neck, threading through the dampened locks of his hair, the other traces his spine to distract you from how badly you want to dig your nails into him.

"I know," he coos, kissing the spot beneath your ear. "I know, doll. It's always this good with you."

You gasp at the feeling of his cock prodding the more sensitive area within you. "Right there, right there... Oh..." you moan out, inevitably digging your nails into his shoulder blades while Toji directs his kisses back up your neck and towards your face again so he can see the honest expression on it. You're lost in pleasure, vibrating as another orgasm rushes through you.

"Fuck, mama.. let me-" he groans, outwardly losing it at the overflow of your juices. "Let me see those pretty eyes," he pants, gripping your waist a little more harshly as he feels his cock on the brink of expelling into you. "Need you to watch me," he says, taking in the way your lips part to release your sounds of utter satisfaction. Your eyes flutter open to center on his greedy eyes. You mirror his lustful, lidded gaze, the look enough to make him spill inside you, making your cunt even sloppier. "You're gorgeous, ma," he says, mindlessly, as he fucks into you with a little more fervor. "Fucking stunning," he mutters through pants, to which you respond with a sly smirk. The gesture lured a groan out of him and made his cock twitch as he finished releasing into you.

You giggle when he stills his hips. Your combined attempts to regulate your breathing fills the silence that follows. "What're you laughing at?" He asks, massaging your hip with his thumb.

"You tell me that all the time like you're obsessed with me or something."

"And if I am?" he says with a voice so deep you have to blink to see that it's still your gentle giant of a man. "Is it too much for you? Can you handle it? Am I suffocating you, baby?" he purrs, cupping your cheeks while leaning in close to emphasize his points. All it does is allow you to closely admire how handsome he is and really think about what's happening in this moment. This green-eyed, raven-haired man, with the prettiest pointed nose and the most attractive scarred lips, is bedding you, and doing it so well.

"Never. Come closer and bite," you murmur.

He takes your lips in his again, a little more aggressive than before. You asked him to bite, and that's exactly what he's doing. The make out has him rocking both of you a little faster, working you towards yet another orgasm. You nip at his bottom lip and run your tongue over it when hisses. You hum out a little giggle, and moan into his mouth when he jolts into you.

"God, i'll bust again if you keep doing that. I'm serious, mama" he groans, swiping his tongue over his stinging bottom lip. You think he's being dramatic so when he leans down to kiss you again, you bite his bottom lip and suck on it. You gasp, releasing his lip and stare at him with wide eyes as his excessive warmth spurts into your cunt, filling it to the brim and beyond, to the point of leakage.

"F-Fuck... you're terrible," he groans, shuddering with tense abdominal muscles as he lures the entirety of his orgasm out. "Cum," he says, panting as he picks up the pace of his rutting to get you to follow his orgasm. "I can feel you clenching around me like hell. I know you want to," he says, reaching a hand between you and him to stimulate your clit.

Your already labored breathing picks up and your heart is pounding in your ears aggressively as you roll your hips back against his. You whimper as you feel your peak get closer and closer, a cried out and breathy "fuck!" leaving you when it arrives, followed by high pitched moans that make Toji's heart race. You arched your back off the mattress as you reached the zenith of your orgasm with the help of Toji's finger rapidly rubbing your clit while he maintained his satisfying pace inside you.

You whimper, slapping a hand onto Toji's wrist to stop his movements on you. He smirks at the sight of your trembling thighs, your heaving chest, and the sound of your dazed hums. You always were such a delicate thing. So fragile that even with just enough of his attention, he could break you.

"Tired yet?" He asks, admiring your relaxed facial features. You nod with your eyes closed, your lips parted to release little puffs of air. "Thought you'd be. I'll go grab some towels for us to shower." He pulls out of you, taking a moment to admire your collaborative masterpiece.

"Baby..." you whine, sitting up when you feel his weight lift off the bed. "I can't get up." You dramatically let yourself fall back on the bed and stick your tongue out to portray your exhaustion.

"Get up, you faker. That's all you have to do and i'll take care of the rest."

"Too tired to wash myself right now..." you say, waking up for a second before closing your eyes again. Toji can see the sly grin on your face and the little shake of your stomach as you stifle your giggles.

"Guess you're too tired to eat, too, huh? You know i've got a huge appetite, and I could eat all that food you brought by myself."

"You wouldn't," you say, abruptly sitting up on the bed and squinting at him. "There's enough to feed three people in those bags."

"I've got the stomach of three people in one, so you better catch up before you're left with my seconds."

You sigh, too tired to move, but you get up anyway and trail behind Toji. "Baby, can you pleeease clean me up? I'm beat."

He puts his hands on your shoulders as he now walks behind you. "Sure, but don't complain when I take longer on certain areas."

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moechies · 3 days

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angry toji + head + bunny = perfect !

meanest toji with his bunnie baby, forcing his darling to suck his dick :(

his strong musk fills your nostrils, hard punishing thrusts to your face as you try your absolute hardest to keep your composure. it doesn’t look great on you that’s for sure, fat globs of tears running down your face, and the crown of your forehead breaking out in a sweat. but, he thinks you couldn’t look more perfect.

he holds you tight by the base of your fluffy ears, both ears. they’re stretched and pulled back by one singular hand of his, his calloused hard palm in comparison to your soft sensitive skin. he tightens his hold on them, pulling them tighter when he feels your tongue slacking, spewing degrading phrases just to watch you wince and cry under him.

“dumb fuckin’ bunny.” is all it takes to have you much more eager than before; to suck harder, lick better. your tongue swirls around his mushroom tip, gliding the tip of it through his salty slit. your little tail shivers, eyes brightening just a bit when you hear him groan, eager for more.

just when you’re about to nuzzle yourself further into his manhood, balls deep in your mouth, he gives your fluffy ears a rather painful tug, forcing you off his dick. drool strings from his cock, connected to your lips as you gasp and cough, strings breaking and coating your chin. you hadn’t even realized that you had been borderline suffocating during the time you had been engulfed with his cock deep in your throat.

“look at you. good f’nothin’ bunny. only good for blowjobs ?” he spits, and you simply peer up at him with glassy eyes that hold no meaning behind them. your chest heaves and throat burns, but you pay it no mind. your eyes cross back onto his standing dick, silently begging for more.

“‘s good you know when to stay silent .” he mumbles before shoving you back on his cock, making you gag. you huff around his length, unintentionally tightening your throat around his sensitive shaft. a string of curse words fall from his mouth, your poor ears straining from his angry grasp. your hand comes up to hold onto his finger, gently attempting to pull it away from your pained ears.

although mean, he’d never hold any intention to harm his bunny. so his grasp does lighten a tad, but in no way does he plan on letting go of your little bunny ears. he would never want to let his bunny go, and let her run loose.

owners need to control their pets, after all.

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kentosmirrorball · 1 day

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{SMAU}: toji getting jealous and mean with reader!

{warnings}: profanity, slutshaming, reader is referred to as “woman”, “mama”, petnames (doll, baby, pretty), angst/comfort.

̗̀➛ gojo’s version!

̗̀➛ geto’s version!

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••✩••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

@sobluesstuff here ya go!

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••✩••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

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velvetcrimsonkisses · 9 hours

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SMAU- NEIGHBORS SAID TO KEEP IT DOWN !

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

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textmel8r · 2 days

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[ DRABBLE + SMAU ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( seventh installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven.

୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro

୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , masturbation , angst , profanity , descriptions of violence , toji being a pathetic little sicko :D

୨୧˚ an; sorry this part is on the shorter side😅😅 it’s more of a filler chapter but i still like it!

It’s well past midnight when Toji slips his way back into his motel room. It’s dingy and drab, the once-white walls twinged a sickly yellowish tint from chain smoking guests. Ugly bedspread details different flowers that Toji couldn’t name, the same aged pattern clinging to the drapes that were pulled shut over the front window, never to be opened. It smells of heady sweat and open wounds, though maybe that’s just him. No, it definitely is him. He’s hyper aware of the grimy layer of filth that acts as a second layer of skin. It’s gritty and uncomfortable.

The bathroom cubicle is claustrophobic; if Toji were to stand in the center of the room, he could easily touch all four walls that boxed him in. He sits on the closed toilet seat lid, staring at his hands. They’re huge, intimidating. Trembling, spattered in blood that’s long since crusted into a dark concretion, cracking at the hinges of his fingers. His hands that took the lives of two innocent men just hours prior. Toji didn’t want to kill them, but they wouldn’t cooperate. Oh, how they shrieked and hollered for their lives as he dragged them into that alley. They just kept fucking screaming.

“Fuck…” The man sighs grimly, letting his head dip forward to rest in the cups of his filthy palms. His bangs feel matted and crunchy with remnants of sweat. Disgusting self-pity blooms at the base of his hollow chest, and suddenly Toji has the urge to ram his skull into the drywall. Or dislocate his finger. Or do anything to punish himself for that feeling of defeatism. The nerve to possess such a shameful victim mentality, as if he deserved sympathy. He’s a killer; the best he deserves is a fucking electric chair.

Toji showers. A long, scalding shower that singes him to the bone. Water stained red cascades down the rippling wall of muscles that was his body and swirls down the rusty drain. These post-slaughter showers used to be blank canvases of his life. Ones where Toji’s brain would shut off and try to forget the atrocities committed by his hand. He would scrub his flesh raw, scrub scrub scrub mindlessly until he ached all over. But now, he only thinks of one thing.

You.

Maybe it’s some sick coping mechanism, turning to thoughts of you in times like these. In a pathetic form of self comfort, he reminisces. Your hands holding his face, your know-it-all smile, your way with words. God, your fucking way with words.

“My sweet boy,” Toji whispers under his breath, touching himself. As if he could replicate the delicate way in which you spoke to him. His eyes shut, desperately clinging onto the mental image of you beneath him in his bed. Your arms outstretched, reaching for him like you want him. Like you love him. “My sweet…” Toji tries to fade into the warmth of the spray, imagining it to be your body heat encapsulating him instead. But the water is far too hot, it hurts; you wouldn’t hurt him like this. He tries so damn hard to disassociate into the pleasure, as if his hand would magically dissolve into yours. Yeah, right. His hand is too big to ever compete with yours. Too fucking rough and gritty and mean.

The flat of his palm finds the greasy tiles of the shower wall. Toji fucks himself with all the roughness he deserves, lower lip staked between two rows of teeth to cease its quivering. He’s going to cum. Your face appears in his psyche once more, but this time, it’s from the first time you visited him in the hospital all those months ago. He can see the picture so vividly, it scares him: you seated at his bedside, poking and prodding over his obliques, muttering a stream of concerned questions. But you were never upset or angry. No, despite the worries, you were still smiling. At him.

Fuck, he’s really going to cum.

Toji grits his teeth, climaxing with a harsh shudder and a broken gasp of your name on his lips. Small jolts force him into a twitchy state, and he leans forward to rest his forehead against the tiles beside his hand. Semen paints the wall below, too far to the left for the shower spray to rinse it off. He doesn’t bother to clean it off. He’s too repulsed by himself to do much of anything.

The plasticky sheets stick to his skin. Sleeping in just a pair of boxers was probably a stupid idea, bed mites were a real cause for concern, or so Shiu had told him. But it’s hot. He’s hot. And restless. And uncomfortable. He always had trouble falling asleep in foreign beds. Lidded eyes peek over to the alarm clock perched on the side table, its cherry digits splaying 2:47am. You were asleep.

He reaches for his phone anyway, wracked with guilt all the while. The tension in his thighs still persisted, still succumbed to the aftershocks of his orgasm he fucked himself to with your face in his mind. He’s fucking gross. This is gross.

She’s sleeping, jackass. Don’t wake her up because you’re lonely.

Be a fucking man and lick your own wounds. That’s what his father would say.

He texts you anyway.

He presses the call button. It only gets through half a ring before the line cuts on and he hears a groggy “hey” filter through the receiver. How long has it been since he’s heard your voice? Not that long, only three days and yet it feels like it's been three lifetimes. And that’s truly the moment when Toji knows you’ve fucked him for life, because when did he start thinking such sappy shit like that?

“Hi,” he answers, melting back into the stiff mattress. His gaze wanders along the waterlogged ceiling, tracing the abstract damp stains that have settled in its popcorn surface. He thinks offhandedly that one of them vaguely resembles a rabbit. “Sorry for waking you.”

“You already apologized, silly. I told you it’s okay.” There’s a pause. “It’s nice to hear your voice.”

It’s nice to hear yours, too. “Go to sleep.”

“Yeah, okay.” The sound of sheets stirring crackles, Toji assumes you’re tossing in bed. “You’re sleeping now, too, right?”

He paws at his stomach, the pads of his rough fingertips tracing the gutters of his abdominal plates before he sinks his blunt nails into his own flesh. “In a bit.”

“Soon. It’s late, Toji.” You order him to bed like a mother would her child.

He nods as if you could see the gesture. “Soon, then.”

You bid him a good night, turning once more into bed before settling back into the depths of the slumber Toji had interrupted. He clasps his cell between his ear and shoulder, basking in your gentle breaths. It’s the same sounds you made the night you fucked him. He slept upon your chest, head over your heart, listening to its beats. You drooled on his pillow, he gave a quiet scoff at the memory. Are you drooling now?

Toji never sleeps.

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uzurakis · 2 days

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omg i loved the dozing off req so much, you did it sooooo good!!!! would it be too much to ask for geto and nanami's version of it as well?? thank you so much :)

DOZING OFF ON YOUR SHOULDER . .

featuring: geto suguru. nanami kento. toji fushiguro.

n. no worries bb, you ask and you shall receive! geto & nanami’s took place in hs, i also added domestic!toji for a bonus. hope ya enjoy it ! PART1 HERE

GETO SUGURU

"hey, suguru, you with me?" you whispered, nudging him softly.

he blinked slowly, eyes heavy with sleepiness. "yeah, yeah, i'm here," he mumbled, trying to stay alert.

despite his efforts, his head drooped lower and lower, eventually landing on your shoulder with a quiet thud. you swallowed a laugh and looked around. fortunately, you were both seated alone in the corner of the classroom, without anyone else.

just as you were beginning to enjoy the unexpected warmth of his head against your shoulder, the classroom door swung open with a bang, and in strode gojo and shoko, like they owned the place.

"hm? what do we have here?" gojo exclaimed, so ready with the teasing as he spotted geto's sleepy form.

shoko giggled, a candy stick in hand as she pointed it at you. "i bet someone had a long night."

geto stirred slightly at the commotion, mumbling incoherently against your shoulder. you shot gojo and shoko a pleading look, silently begging them not to make a scene. but of course, gojo was never one to pass up an opportunity for some good-natured teasing. "not so fast!" he declared dramatically, striding over to you both with exaggerated steps.

before you could protest, he reached out and shook geto's shoulder with enough force to jostle him awake. geto's eyes flew open, and he blinked in confusion before realizing where he was.

"wha—what's going on?" he stammered, rubbing his eyes groggily.

gojo grinned wickedly. "oh, nothing much, just catching some z's in class, are we?"

shoko giggled again, unable to contain her amusement. "you two are too adorable," she teased, shooting you a playful wink.

geto gave you an embarrassed glance, and you couldn't help but laugh along with gojo and shoko. despite the embarrassment, there was something undeniably adorable about the whole situation.

NANAMI KENTO

the air was filled with the delicious aroma of street food as nanami and you stood by a bustling food cart, waiting for your friends to join you for a much-needed lunch break. haibara, gojo, geto, and shoko had promised to meet you here, but as minutes turned into what felt like hours, impatience began to creep in.

you leaned against the wall, checking your watch for what felt like the hundredth time. "where are they?" you muttered, more to yourself than to the man beside you.

nanami, ever the composed one, simply sighed. "they'll be here soon. patience is a virtue, after all."

just as you was about to reply, you felt a weight against your shoulder and turned to see nanami's eyes closed, his head resting against yours as he drifted off to sleep. you couldn't help but smile at the sight, his usually stern expression softened in slumber. "nanami, are you...?" you trailed off, unsure whether to wake him or let him rest.

then, at the brick of your decision, you noticed familiar figures of your pals approaching. haibara, gojo, geto, and shoko approached with wide grins, apparently amused by what they saw.

"damn lovebirds," geto exclaimed, his voice carrying across the street.

shoko only nudged haibara with her elbow. "nanami has all grown up, has he?”

as they ridiculed you, you felt your cheeks flush with denial, but nanami was still deep in sleep and blissfully oblivious. in an attempt to wake him up without making too much of a noise, you gave him a gentle prod. shaking his shoulder gently, you muttered, "nanami, wake up."

however, nanami did not wake up; instead, he only muttered something incoherently while firmly grasping your uniform. he seemed more exhausted than you had imagined, so you fought back a giggle.

haibara, ever the practical one, seized the opportunity to lighten the mood. "well, since nanami seems to be enjoying his nap, why don't we wake him up with some food?"

with that, he took a skewer of grilled meat from one of the nearby carts and leaned over to poke nanami gently in the side. nanami stirred at the touch, his eyes fluttering open as he realized where he was.

"you guys are here?" he asked, blinking in confusion.

gojo grinned, holding out a skewer of food towards him. "just making sure you're well-fed, nanami. wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun."

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji was curled up on the couch with his eyes glued to the television, the gentle glow of the device lighting up the family room. meanwhile, you sat beside him, lost in the pages of a magazine. it was a typical evening in your little sanctuary, filled with the comforting presence of each other's company. as the minutes ticked by, you couldn't help but steal glances at toji. his relaxed posture, the way his eyes followed the movements on the screen with mild interest—it was moments like these that made your heart swell with affection.

nevertheless, as the show on tv began to lull, you noticed something peculiar. the remote control in his hand was slipping, his grip growing slack as his head gradually leaned towards your shoulder. you held your breath, hardly daring to move for fear of disturbing him.

sure enough, toji's head came to rest gently against your shoulder, his breathing slow and steady as sleep claimed him.

carefully, you reached over and plucked the remote from his fingers, turning off the tv with a soft click. with the room now bathed in a serene silence, you closed your book and set it aside, content to simply bask in the tranquility of the evening.

leaning back against the cushions, you allowed yourself to relax completely, letting the steady rhythm of toji's breathing lull you into a state of peacefulness. his presence beside you was a comforting weight, grounding you in the here and now.

and as sleep began to claim you as well, you nestled your head against toji's, finding solace in the simple act of being together.

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leashaoki · 3 days

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the jjk men’s favourite positions

featuring: saturo gojo x toji fushiguro x kento nanami x choso kamo

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mating press, doggystyle, missionary, cowgirl, dirty talk

this post includes nsfw content, minors do not interact.

Saturo Gojo ꕥ Mating Press

Saturo just loves it when you’re splayed out beneath him, legs hooked over his shoulders as he fucks into you; praising you on how good you’re being for him, how pretty you look, how perfect you are.

“S…So deep, Toru,” You whimper, eyes lidded and mouth agape. The position allows him to fuck you deep enough that you can almost feel him in your tummy, kissing your cervix with every buck of his hips. His strokes are calculated and slow, his cock gliding easily against your walls only to be pulled back out again at an agonisingly unhurried pace.

“Getting so wet for me baby,” Saturo hums, fixated on the way your features twist at his movements. His hands are on either side of your face, fingers tangled in your hair to keep you glued in place. Gojo wants your gaze is fixed on him, clicking his tongue when your eyes close in pleasure, “Nuh uh, eyes on me, you know the rules.”

He gives you a light, playful slap to your cheek to bring you back to earth, a pretty smile gracing his lips when your eyes open again. Gojo tells you how much of a good girl you are for him, rewarding your obedience with an expertly pleasurable roll of his hips that hits your sweet spot just right.

Saturo’s hair falls into his face, those cerulean eyes glowing through the strands. He’s truly Godlike, your messiah, powerful and an image of pure sex; his handsome features twisted in pleasure. He lets out a sultry groan when you tighten around him, tongue flitting over his lips as his pace picks up slightly.

“Gonna fill you up, ‘kay baby? You can take it, right?” He coos, pouting down at you with a patronising shift of his expression before that chilling grin returns to his lips, “Of course you can - you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t ya baby?”

Toji Fushiguro ꕥ Doggystyle

Toji’s an ass man through and through, revelling in the sight of your behind bouncing against him with each of his thrusts. His grip on your hips is like a vice, pulling you back to meet each of his relentless movements.

“Y’ take me so well, Doll,” He groans, the bass of his voice reverberating through your chest. The sounds coming from the two of you are downright sinful; his grunts, your whines and the unmistakable noise of skin against skin.

“Fuck…Whose pussy is this?” Toji growls, practically snarling when you mutter a weak ‘yours’. His hand fists your hair, pulling you up at a slightly uncomfortable angle and turning your head to him. The sight you’re met with is one to behold; his eyes are carnal, sweat beading on his forehead and jaw tense. Some would mistake the look in his eyes as fury, but not you, you knew that look all too well. This was pure, unadulterated lust.

“I asked you a question,” Toji begins, his hips coming to a halt while he winds the strands of hair around his first once more. Bringing his lips to your ear, he places a soft kiss below it before clearing his throat, “Who-“ He thrusts into you impossibly hard, making your eyes water, “Owns-This-Fucking-Pussy?” Each word is followed by another inhuman buck of his hips before he pummels you fast and unforgiving.

You cry out, the pleasure almost too much. He’s hitting your sweet spot with every movement, sending you cascading into both heaven and hell; he tended to have that effect, a perfect mixture of good and bad. “Yours! Yours Toji, it’s all yours, I-I’m all yours”

Letting go of your hair, he allows you to fall onto the bed. You feel his lips at the top of your spine, a loving action despite the ruthless way he uses your body, “That’s right baby, and this cock’s all yours.”

Kento Nanami ꕥ Missionary

Call him vanilla, but Nanami fucking loves having you in missionary.

It’s the perfect view for him; your pretty face twisted in pleasure, the way your tits bounce with each of his thrusts, watching as his cock sinks into your heat over and over. He likes to take his time in all aspects of his life and fucking you is no exception.

Kento knows every inch of your body even better than you do, knows exactly what makes you tick, exactly how to have you moaning his name in bliss. His hips work expertly against you, speeding up gradually before slowing when it all gets too much for you, dragging the thick veins of his cock along your walls leisurely and groaning when you tighten around him.

“Feel good, love?” He’s always so attentive, craving nothing more than your pleasure, more so than he is own. Not to say it doesn’t feel good for him, it feels fucking magnificent, but it feels all the more enjoyable when he knows you’re losing your mind as a result of his dick.

“I want you to cum, can you do that for me angel?” His breaths are staggered despite his composed tone, pulling his lower lip between his teeth and closing his eyes for just a moment before continuing, “I’ll count you down, okay?”

Kento brings a hand to his mouth, sucking briefly on a finger and looking you directly in the eye, before it snakes down to your clit. He rubs small circles onto the bud, making your eyes roll and back arch.

“Ten…Nine…Eight.”

The muscles in his chest and stomach flex with his movements, an image of perfection above you while he coos you gradually to your peak. You can’t help but trail your fingers down his abs; he’s the maestro of your pleasure, the root of all of your desires, the love of your life.

“Seven…Six…Five…”

His pace picks up slightly, emitting an obscene sound because of how wet you are. If you wasn’t so lost in the feeling of his cock, you’d maybe be embarrassed. A low, sexy groan ripples through his chest, sucking air through his teeth as he fights to keep his cool and calm composure.

“Four…Thr-oh fuck- Three…Two…”

The pressure he’s applying to your clit increases, the circles he’s rubbing become more of a vibration and you see white. You hear him gasp, his hips stuttering and body tensing before he manages to utter out a strained,

“One.”

Choso Kamo ꕥ Cowgirl

No surprise here, Choso absolutely loses it when you take control.

“You look so pretty Cho,” you murmur, revelling in the way his cheeks flush furiously at the compliment. He whines, hips bucking a little as you bounce yourself up and down on his length. His hands fist the sheets, throwing back his head so the apple in his throat pierces against the skin.

“T-Thank you,” Choso manages to utter, his gaze once again returning to yours with heavy lids. His eyes are glossy, lips plump and swollen, hair array amongst the covers while you ride him just how he likes it.

Slow and smooth, the soft slaps of skin caused by the rhythm of your hips is his favourite symphony; he could watch you all day, looking up at you with a look of pure adoration on his handsome features. “You’re p-perfect,” He moans, a pitch to his tone so high that his voice is unrecognisable, “Love you- mmph - Love you so much.”

“Love you too baby,” You purr seductively, your hands moving to rest on his chiseled chest. Choso gasps at the feeling, back arching upwards and his cock twitching inside of you; he’s already came once, an agonisingly pleasurable orgasm and he’s still begging for me.

“P-Please don’t stop- ah - don’t want you to stop, don’t want you to ever stop,” He’s almost sobbing, sensitive and overstimulated but still so, so needy for you. His words are slurred, mouth agape and the most wanton look on his face.

“Can I go faster Cho?” You ask softly, snaking a hand up to his cheek and caressing his sharp features softly, “Wanna cum on your cock.” Whimpering, he stutters out a response quickly like the subservient lover he is, nodding his head desperately….pleadingly, “Anything y-you want, anything for you, p-please.” Choso grips the sheets impossibly harder as if to prepare himself for the change of your pace, breaths coming out quick and sharp.

Bouncing on his cock much faster than before, you watch as his eyes roll back and his mouth opens in a silent scream before a stream of whimpers and moans leave those pretty lips of his. He’s a mess beneath you now, shuddering and spluttering, his dark purple irises practically crossing lewdly.

“Such a good boy Cho.”

That sends him over the edge unexpectedly, whining like a whore at the praise. Goosebumps cover his entire body as he takes a shaky intake of breath, “Ah-ah shit sorry baby, gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum again.” He sobs, a tear rolling down his cheek as his hips shake beneath you, cock throbbing as he releases his load in you for the second time that night, but definitely not the last.

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benkeibear · 1 day

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⋆꙳✧༄ Mommy

꒰ ͜͡➸ Megumi dropped out of collage and moves back to his father where he finds out that Toji's new fiancé is just 2 years older than himself...

❖ Character: Megumi (mentions of Toji x reader)

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1620

❖ WARNINGS: dark content, switch reader, mentions of cheating, (soon to be) stepmom sucking off her step son, mentions of unprotected sex, oral (reader giving and receiving), fingering, cum eating

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Toji prided himself on having a girlfriend just two years older than his own son, showing you off like a great trophy wherever he went. The way you were so self-sufficient, working hard and making enough money so he wouldn't need to do anything except keep you happy made this ten times better. You had no reason to complain; he kept the house somewhat clean while you worked and you got your guts rearranged every single night, screaming his name like a lewd prayer as you came around his cock for the fifth time. Stress seemingly evaporated when his head was buried between your thighs after a long day or when you're fucked entirely dumb.

Your little stress relief almost got cut short when he announced that his son needed to move back in since he got kicked out of college. It would only be temporary, but the first time you two actually met, the tension was thick enough to cut it with a knife.

“Your... fiancé?” Megumi asked, eying you up and down while his father's hand rested on your inner thigh, just below where your skimpy little dress ended. “Yeah. She's so good to me, I can't just let her go because of the little age gap." He mused, a wolfish grin spreading over his lips. Toji was well aware of the fact that you're young enough to be his own daughter, but he couldn't help himself when you were so naive. The rest of the conversation he was zoned out, remembering how good it felt to have your little virgin cunt wrapped around his fat cock for the first time and how you whimpered, begging him to stay the night after, which he didn't.

Megumi gave you a slightly disgusted look before taking a deep breath upon seeing how awkward this situation was for you as well and if it's love, he won't stand in your way. “But I don't need to call you mom now... right?” He asked, feeling his stomach flip when he heard your giggle, looking from his dad to him before you shot him a little grin. “No, of course not! But you can always call me mommy.” You hummed in a teasing way, giving him a little wink that made his cheeks heat up. He excused himself shortly after, wanting to unpack his bags, but in reality, he couldn't get your words out of his head - he could call you mommy? Did you mean it the way he thought?

Before the youngest Fushiguro realized it, he found himself thinking of you constantly, his fist wrapped tightly around his aching cock while he was under the shower, imagining you were there with him. Late at night, when Toji and you were so sure that Megumi must be asleep already, you got impaled by your soon-to-be husband once more, the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your cervix while his hand was wrapped around your throat to keep your noises somewhat down, but Megumi heard it all. The walls were far too thin to overhear your cries of pleasure, begging him to go harder, begging for sweet release and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

He should be disgusted, hearing his dad having sex should repulse him, but instead his hand wandered down to his hardening bulge, imagining you were begging him to go harder. This torture went on for weeks and you mostly ignored his existence, being friendly to him whenever you two ran into each other. Your damn smile didn't leave his head however, wondering if your lips feel as soft as they look, if your lipstick will leave stains around his shaft, showing off just how eager you were to take him - would you even take him fully? And before he knew it, the tent in his pants was starting to build. In a desperate attempt to hide the situation, he put the couch pillow on his lap, his gaze not once leaving the far too boring movie you picked out.

Grinning to yourself, you asked your future husband to get you another glass of water, knowing far too well why the pillow found its position on the young Fushiguro's lap. Without a word, you walked over where your phone was charging, bending over nicely to tease Megumi further, knowing he would see your bare folds flashing if he looked over. His cheeks were bright red when you sat back on the couch, smirking at him. “Enjoying what you're watching?” You asked him innocently when Toji came back with your drink and he nodded, gulping visibly. “Never thought you're into those shitty romance movies,” Toji teased his son, entirely oblivious to what went on the minute he left the room. You cuddled up to Toji again when he sat down, throwing the fuzzy blanket over the both of you to make it more comfortable and of course you two would be this disgusting. Tojis hand was resting between your thighs, rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves, snickering to himself because you were already drenched, figuring it must have been the anticipation of his touch - not even in his wildest dreams would he have thought that you got turned on by his son watching your little cunt when you bent over. Although it wasn't very audible over the movie, Megumi still picked up on the sound of your slick while Tojis fingers were buried knuckle deep in your heat. Oh, how he wished it could be him touching you like this right now.

The second the movie ended, he went back to his room, punching the wall in frustration, wishing nothing more but to bend you over and sink his length inside of your sweet core, but all he had was that image that's now burned to his brain, folds all pretty on display and glistening with arousal, already staining your thighs with your slick while he angrily fucked his own hand, but no matter how much he spat on it, he was sure it could never compare to your velvet walls fluttering around him.

“Gumi?” You asked through his locked door, gently knocking on it, and he stopped dead in his tracks, his hand wrapped tightly around his shaft as he groaned in annoyance. “Go away!” he called out, sounding pissed, which made you giggle further. “Can you let me in?” You asked persistently and knocked again, which made him throw his pillow against the locked door. “What do you even want? Get lost,” he called out again, his eye twitching when he heard your delicate hands meet the wooden door once more in a gentle knock. Angrily, he wiped his spit-covered hand off on his sheets and pulled his pants up on the way to open the door, swinging it open aggressively, but his angry gaze softened upon seeing you so vulnerable and all alone. “Can I come in?” You asked again, sounding sweet, but there was mischief clouded behind your eyes. Megumi simply stepped aside, a silent invitation before closing the door behind you again. “What do you w-” he stopped talking when you got on your knees, pawing at his pants. “I sent him to get me my favorite ice cream from the other side of town... We have 30 minutes,” you explained while batting your lashes and against all better judgment, he nodded, letting you pull down his pants and underwear in one go.

“Oh shit,” you whispered in awe. Megumi’s cock was even thicker than his dad's, but this only made you drool, quickly wrapping your hand around him, causing him to twitch uncontrollably. “You want this too, right?” You asked sincerely, worrying you were just reading into the situation, but the way he started to gently buck his hips into your hand was answer enough, gently wrapping your lips around his tip as your tongue collected the precum that gathered there. “So naughty... I know you were jerking yourself off to me... You're a lot louder than you think,” you hummed to tease him as you started sucking him off slowly. “Fuck... this is even better,” he moaned out upon feeling your lips wrapped around his cock - he surely wouldn't last long.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, your jaw hurting from how big he was, but the moment you nestled your nose into the little stubbles at the base, he kept your head in place just like you expected him to, feeling him twitch violently on your tongue. Your hand rubbed soothing circles onto his thigh, eyes looking for his, in an effort to let him know that he could let go. Your eyes were filled with so much lust and a softness that matched with the gentle caress on his thigh. He whimpered your name, his cum shooting down your throat, which made you gag. Once Megumi was finally done, you pulled back, taking a deep breath after being denied oxygen for the duration of his orgasm. “You were such a good boy for me, letting me taste you,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to each of his hip bones before licking his dick clean from the remnants of cum, his eyes glazed over with adoration. “This is our little secret, right? Your dad doesn't need to know,” you whispered, pressing a final kiss to the corner of his mouth and he nodded. “Yes, mommy,” not even realizing he called you that, but it made you giggle. “Mommy? Maybe I do need to take care of you a little more often, hm? Bonding time with your stepmom?” you teased before leaving his room to smoke a cigarette, not letting Toji taste his son's cum on your tongue.

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tojisrealwifey · 2 days

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Crybaby — f. toji (pt. 3)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Synopsis: When you realize your husband might still be hung up on his ex-wife.

・❥・requests : rules

・❥・characters: fushiguro toji.

warnings: themes of a possible divorce, sad gumi, angst.

・❥・wc: 1.8k

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"And I still think you shouldn't. Let's get divorced."

Megumi had taken an immediate ride home when his Uncle Satoru slipped up and revealed his parents' situation.

The ground had been ripped from beneath his feet when he heard about their divorce. The news left him in disbelief, he was practically reeling from shock when he first heard it.

He would have never imagined that his parents' relationship would come to such a drastic end. His parents, the most loving people he knew and probably will ever know, were getting a divorce.

His leg was shaking the entire train ride, anxiety flying through the roof. He had given his father one phone call informing him of his return, only giving you a text in contrast.

He only did so knowing his father rarely ever checked his messages. And now knowing the situation, he doubted the two of you were in talking terms.

That wouldn't happen though, right?

His parents won't outright stop speaking to one another, they still had him, so they can't. Right?

A deep sense of sadness washed over him as he realized the impact the divorce would have on his family. He couldn't bear the thought of his parents parting ways.

He had never seen the two of you ever show dislike towards each other. There was no animosity, only love. Then how come this was happening?

Was he the reason the two of you still stuck together? Because the moment he left for college he was struck with the knowledge of your divorce. Guilt gnawed at his heart, the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders.

Should he have not left in the first place? The question lingered, a bitter reminder of the changes that had unfolded.

Did his absence somehow put a strain on your relationship?

He was scared for many reasons, but the most important one was custody. Still under the age of 18, he was an important part of their divorce, meaning having to decide who could legally take care of him.

There was a low chance that you would get custody, and at this point, he doubted you would fight for it.

You're already away from him due to college, but this would mean you'll truly be apart. Whenever he came home, you probably wouldn't be there.

If you were, you would be visiting the house, not living there.

As the train neared his destination, Megumi's thoughts were a whirlpool of emotions and unanswered questions. Returning home felt like traveling into the unknown, a path filled with pain and sorrow.

When Megumi arrives at the train station, his father is there to meet him, offering a lift in the family car. Megumi places his luggage in the car trunk and then takes a seat in the back.

Toji glances at him through the rearview mirror and makes a usual taunt.

"I'm not your fuckin' chauffeur. Get in the front" Toji says casually. Megumi rolls his eyes subtly before complying with his father's request.

As they drive home, the atmosphere inside the car feels tense. Megumi steals a few glances at his father, noticing the lines of worry etched on Toji's face.

He wants to ask about the divorce, about why his precious Ma is leaving them, but the words get stuck in his throat, suffocated by the weight of unspoken truths.

Toji clears his throat, breaking the heavy silence in the air.

"How's college been, kid?"

Megumi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, torn between the facade of normalcy and the conflict brewing inside him.

"Okay."

Toji nods, but there's a distant look in his eyes, as if his mind is elsewhere. The car ride continues in a sad quiet, each passing mile a reminder of the growing distance between the family members.

As they pull up in front of their home, Megumi hesitates before getting out of the car. He turns to his father, searching for answers in the depths of Toji's gaze.

"Dad, can we talk?" Megumi's voice wavers, unsure if he's ready to confront the painful truths lurking beneath the surface.

Toji locks eyes with his son, his gaze conveying a blend of acceptance and yearning, reflected in his eyes.

"Not now, kid. We'll talk, but not now."

With a heavy heart, Megumi steps out of the car, the weight of the situation lingering in the air like a silent plea for understanding.

The moment he faces the house, he's met with you at the gate.

Look at you...smiling as if nothing's wrong.

"'Gumi!" You run up to him, engulfing your dear son in your arms. He can't resist, and your embrace almost makes him falter.

With no words being said, he wraps his arms around you, returning your affection.

"Your bags." Toji comes up behind the two of you, passing Megumi his luggage when he separates from you.

"Could you bring these from the store, Toji? We're a bit short." You ask softly, handing him a small piece of paper. Toji nods, his fingers lingering against yours when he takes the list from you.

"Your father and I are making Chicken and Egg Rice bowls with extra ginger! Just how you like it!" You're enthusiastic as you relay today's lunch menu, leading him into the house.

"I'll help."

"Nonsense! You just came back home. Go take a nap if you want to." You reach up to pat his head sweetly.

Do you really think he can sleep in this situation?

"I slept on the train, so..." He lies. You chuckle, obviously believing him.

Except you didn't believe him, not when the bags under his eyes were apparent to you. But if this helps to keep the atmosphere lively, so be it.

You'll pretend for a while longer.

Due to his sudden visit, you had an inkling of his knowledge about the possible divorce

Satoru probably opened his big mouth.

"So, let me get this right," Satoru started, leaning back in his chair with a playful glint in his eyes.

His demeanor was a mix of casual confidence and genuine concern, especially when it came to you and Megumi.

You were seated across from him and couldn't help but smile at Satoru's familiar mannerisms.

"Go ahead, Uncle Satoru. Shoot." You match his behaviour, trying to lighten your mood. He notices this by the small stress in your tone when you say 'uncle', taking a play at the way Megumi addressed him.

Satoru chuckled, tapping his fingers on the table.

"You're telling me that you and Toji are on the brink of divorce? The perfect couple, the envy of every relationship out there?" Your smile fades slightly, replaced by a hint of sadness.

"It's complicated, Satoru. There's been a lot of self-doubt and insecurity on my part, and Toji feels like it's better if we part ways."

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of curiosity.

"And Megumi? How's he taking all of this? He still at college?"

A flicker of concern crossed your face.

"He doesn't know yet. We've been trying to shield him from the tension, but I don't know how long we can keep it up. He's quite sharp."

Satoru leaned forward, his tone serious yet comforting.

"You know I'm here for both of you, right? Whatever you need, just say the word."

You managed to grace a grateful smile, touched by Satoru's unwavering support.

"Thank you, 'Toru. It means a lot, especially now."

What you hadn't remembered about Satoru at this moment was his meddlesome persona. So you didn't notice as his mind was plotting a way to take this problem into his own hands.

You sigh, suspecting that Satoru let it slip, and not by chance either.

"So? What's with the sudden visit, 'Gumi? It's not even been two weeks."

"Can't I visit my home?" Megumi answers back with a question, eyes not leaving the potato in his hand, running the peeler across it.

PEEL

"It's nothing like that. I mean, I know I said you can skip a few lectures..."

PEEL

"...but isn't this going overboard?"

PEEL

"Well, it's not like I can be mad about it..."

PEEL

"...I missed you dearly, my baby." You smile sweetly, hugging him from behind, arms circling his stomach.

PEEL

"'Gumi?" You question when Megumi doesn't respond.

PEEL

"Hon?" You pull back, genuinely concerned.

PEEL

"'Gumi? Is something the matter-"

"You're leaving us, aren't you?" Megumi's hands cease to move.

Your heart sank as Megumi's abrupt question hung in the air. You hadn't expected him to bring up such a heavy topic during what seemed like a simple moment in the kitchen, but you should've known better.

Taking a step back, you let out a sigh, gaze soft yet filled with concern.

"So you found out...Was it Satoru, or your father?"

Megumi's hands remained still, the peeler forgotten amidst the weight of his words.

"Does it matter?"

Your heart clenched. Silence settled between the two of you, punctuated only by the sound of the peeler dropping onto the kitchen counter.

Megumi's eyes were now fixed on you, searching for reassurance amidst the turmoil of emotions.

As he turned to face you completely, you took a careful step back, creating a comfortable distance between the two of you.

"Listen, Megumi. Your father and I are going through a tough time, but we haven't made any decisions yet. We're still figuring things out." You say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Megumi's shoulders tensed as your fingers made contact, the muscles beneath his skin stiffened with subtle resistance.

His eyes revealed a mix of sorrow and uncertainty as he came to terms with emotions too complex to fully understand.

"But... are you going to leave?" You shook your head gently at his question.

"I don't know, Megumi. It's complicated, and I wish I had all the answers for you."

"Do you not...love Dad anymore? Or me?" He asks the question that has been torturing his mind. You reel back in shock, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Of course, I do! It's just sometimes...I feel like a stranger in my own family." You spoke earnestly, wiping the tears before they seeped down your cheeks

"But you're my Ma..."

You broke down because of the silent cry in his words, the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

"I'm sorry, hon. But I know that your father's heart will always be set on Rei."

"That's not fair...!" The sudden spike in his volume stunned you momentarily. There was a lot Megumi took after Toji, his ability to remain calm being one of them, but being pushed into such a situation can be enough to break someone.

"Why are you blaming Dad?" He's looking at you, and you can see the truth behind his visage.

He was blaming you.

Of course, You are the one to blame here, but it still hurts.

"He's always seen you as my mother, from the day I called you 'mom'. He loves you Ma..." He says, voice growing softer with every word.

"I know that, 'Gumi—"

"Didn't you love someone once before you met Dad? But now you only love Dad. How is that any different from his side."

Megumi was trying hard to reason with you. If only things were that simple.

"I'm sorry, Megumi. But there are complexities... things you're not aware of."

"Tell me! Maybe I can help!"

"No. It's something only I can fix. But, my heart just isn't ready for it."

A moment passed, sadness tainted your face as tears welled up in Megumi's eyes, and he turned away slightly to hide his emotions.

"I don't want things to change. I don't want us to be apart."

A sob follows after, moving closer to wrap your arms around him, holding him close.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry."

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