God What I Would Give To Actually Be Inbetween These Two

God what I would give to actually be inbetween these two

Disco Inferno (Satoru x Suguru x F!Reader)

This is Part Two of this Oneshot I posted a whole back.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warning(s): SMUT. Oral (M and F receiving). Double Penetration. Explicit Language. Dirty Talk. Pet Names. Boys Kissing (and other things).

In which you run into Satoru Gojo in a dark club and you go home with him and his handsome friend.

The cab ride from the club to Satoru’s lavish upscale apartment was a test of restraint the likes of which she’d never experienced. Being crammed between two massive, sexy, men and not being able to indulge in the faint, scalding, touches they drew across her skin was maddening. Satoru seemed to have a pension for whispering dirty things into her ear. Waxing on poetically about all of the dirty deeds he had planned for the evening as his hot breath fanned her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Suguru on the other hand was more calm and collected. Instead of hissing desperate musings in her ear, he kept a self assured hand on her thigh, squeezing the fat there and occasionally running up her skin to tease her panties with the knuckle of his middle finger. Despite the fact that he and his friend were thoroughly soaking her underwear, Suguru looked straight ahead and never spared her a glance.

In the moments when her mind wasn’t fogged with heavy lust, she almost wondered how they’d become friends. More than that if their interaction at the club was any indicator. Satoru, in her limited experiences with him, was wild and fast. Pulling her clothes to the side as he ravished her in the bathroom. He would leave handprints and teeth marks on her skin that would last for days after their encounter. Suguru, however, seemed to enjoy the slow burn. He’d kissed her earlier in the night with the gentle passion of a man who was restraining himself and he’d coaxed her to orgasm with practiced precision, stroking the pads of his fingers against her inner walls until she was a trembling mess. Satoru preferred to jack hammer his way into her womb until she didn’t have a choice but to cum around his long fingers.

Between the two of them, she couldn’t begin to imagine how this night was going to go.

Suguru paid the cab driver after they’d reached a lavish apartment building. Satoru draped himself around her from behind, his long arms wrapping around her shoulders with his chin on the top of her head. They giggled as they waddled into the low lit lobby of the high class building. To their left, behind a sleek desk, stood a doorman dressed in a suit and tie. He quirked an eyebrow at the three of them, Suguru bringing up the rear with casual, even, steps. Satoru clicked his tongue and she imagined he was sending a wink to doorman, because the well dressed man chuckled slightly in her peripheral and shook his head. As if the scene he’d witnessed was just one event in a long line of Satoru Gojo’s schemes.

The three of them stumbled into the elevator, cast in warm, soft, lights with a freshly polished marble floor and mirror walls. Though she didn’t even have time to see the steel doors slide shut before Satoru was on her. He crowded her into a corner, towering over and flooding her senses until he was the only thing she could see, feel, hear, taste, and smell. His mouth dropped to hers sloppy and playful as he smiled into the kiss. She was reminded of their bathroom rendezvous at the club. Satoru had this way of making everything seem light and easy, even if he was fucking her stupid with her cheek pressed against a bathroom stall door.

She lifted her arms and tangled her fingers in his impossibly soft white hair, tugging him closer until the kiss devolved into a messy battle between their tongues. Satoru dropped his hands to her bare thighs, shoving his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt until he’d managed to pool most of the fabric around her hips. The meat of his thigh found its rightful place between her legs and, now that she was completely pinned at his mercy, he rutted against her like a dog in heat.

“You’re so perfect. Bet that doorman is back there rubbing his cock at the thought of even being close to you.”

Satoru mumbled against her lips, sliding away from her mouth in favor of biting and kissing her neck. She let out a soft moan, back arching as his fingers massaged the thin lace covering her hips. She felt him smirk against her skin.

“Oh, do you like that? Does it turn you on to think about some loser jerking off, thinking about fucking you?”

He teased, the words vibrating against her skin and sending another wave of pleasure through her. She whined, rolling her hips against him in equal desperation and Satoru let out a soft groan.

“He can’t have me… just you.”

She breathed in response to his question. It seemed like he hadn’t been expecting a reply, because he stopped his ministrations against her neck entirely in favor of looking up at her with a sparkle in his blue eyes and a shit eating grin on his face. That’s when she remembered the other man in the elevator. Standing in the opposite corner, his eyelids heavy with lust, Suguru watched the scene unfold before him with admirable restraint. She could still see the outline of his erection through his dark pants, but he refrained from making any move to join them or alleviate himself. She smiled at him, Satoru turning his head to the side to eye up his friend as well.

“And you.”

She added, the huskiness of her own voice surprising her. Suguru returned the smile, something deliciously evil lurking behind his eyes. Though before any more words could be exchanged, the elevator door chimed and snapped them all out of their trance. Satoru rose up with ease, his hands gripping her ass and forcing her to lock her legs around his waist as he turned to carry her out of the elevator. She laughed, trying to no avail to pull her skirt down and hide her panty covered ass. They stopped outside of a door with an apartment number she couldn’t see, and Suguru unlocked it casually.

When they spilled into the apartment, Satoru immediately deposited her on what she assumed was a kitchen island. They shared several more deep kisses and he managed to rid her of her shirt and skirt before he pulled away with a proud grin. She hadn’t even noticed that the lights had been turned on or that Suguru had left the room entirely.

“I’m gonna go change. Suguru’s in the living room.”

Satoru suddenly said, his lips shiny with their combined saliva. She pouted when he pulled away, untangling himself from her legs with a soft chuckle. He curled a finger under her chin, meeting her gaze.

“He doesn’t like underwear.”

Satoru added, and in the blink of an eye, he managed to unclip her bra and slide her panties down until they were dangling from her high heel. She gasped, reaching up to cover herself out of instinct, but Satoru only laughed and pulled away from her completely before turning and disappearing down the hallway off of the kitchen.

She took a moment to get her bearings, looking around at the modern, lavish, penthouse. Recessed mood lighting and marble countertops. Impeccably polished hardwood floors and sleek cabinetry. Beyond the kitchen, through the doorway that she assumed lead to the living room, she could see a few floor to ceiling windows and a massive white sectional sofa. She couldn’t see him fully, but she could make out Suguru’s dark hair resting against the back of the couch.

The wetness between her legs and achingly empty feeling in her core coaxed her off the counter. With a bit of hesitance, she allowed her bra to fall to the floor and stepped out of her underwear, opting to leave her heels on as she made her way to the waiting man. As soon as she rounded the corner into the living room, Suguru’s eyes were on her and she attempted to cover herself again, feeling more than a little exposed as a blush rose on her cheeks.

“Why cover yourself when you look like that, sweetheart?”

Suguru asked, smooth and easy in his compliment. She slowly lowered her arms from her chest, taking a moment to look at the city skyline from their vantage point. Bright splotches of neon sprinkled across the horizon, the vague lights from other skyscraper windows peppering the night sky. She almost couldn’t believe any of this was real. Before she could thinking better of it, she let out surprised chuckle.

“What is it?”

Suguru questioned, a genuine curiosity in his voice. When she turned to look at him, his head was cocked to the side cutely, and she almost forgot that she was completely naked save for her strappy heels. She shrugged and shook her head.

“I just… never would’ve thought this was how my night was going to go.”

She answered, unable to fight the grin on her face. Suguru chuckled at that as well, nodding his head in understanding. For a moment, they regarded one another with comfortable smiles. It seemed that if Satoru was the wild whirlwind of unbridled lust, then Suguru was the charming, measured, sensual type. In fact, she’d almost call him romantic.

“Come here.”

Suguru commanded, his voice as even and paced as if he’d just asked her to pass the remote. He leaned back against the couch cushions, his legs spreading as he tapped his clothed thigh with the tips of two fingers. She approached him slowly, trying not to give away the fact that his simple command alone had heat pooling in her stomach. When she was close enough, she straddled his lap and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, preparing to lean in for a kiss. Instead, he stopped her with a gentle hand around the base of her throat.

“Aht. Not like that. Sit on my leg.”

He instructed, tapping his thigh again to demonstrate. She did as she was told, but this position only served to remind her that she was bare and he was still clothed. Hesitantly, she hovered over his thigh, afraid to press down and effectively soak his pants. Though, in the end, it wasn’t her decision to make. Suguru gripped her hips tightly, finely manicured nails digging into her flesh, and he tugged her downwards until her pussy was neatly pressed against his muscular leg. She let out a gasp, her cheeks on fire at the lewdness of this position, but Suguru only hummed appreciatively and bucked his leg up to meet her sex.

“There we go… ride it.”

He demanded, the hands on her hips easing their tight grip in favor of sliding back and over her bare ass. He didn’t even spare her a moment to adjust before grabbing her ass and spreading her open from behind, when she let out another gasp at the exposed feeling, Suguru used the leverage to grind her hips down against him before lurching forward to soften her moan with a deep kiss. With his insistence and the steady guidance of his hands, she began to rock her hips back and forth.

“Mm… good girl. S’it feel good?”

Suguru mumbled against her mouth, spit slick lips gliding over hers in a way that made her feel filthy. A shock of pleasure rocketed through her body, her clit pulsing against the material of his pants as she rocked her hips back and forth. She nodded, chasing the pornographic delight of his mouth as he leaned back, but before she could kiss him again, one of Suguru’s hands was wrapping around the base of her throat again, keeping her at arms length.

“I decide when you get to kiss me.”

He said, fixing her with a deathly serious expression. Suguru’s hand was so large, it allowed her throat to sit in the palm of his hand nicely. With the sides of his fingers pushing her chin upwards, all she could manage was a nod in agreement. He hummed appreciatively as his hands slid down her body once again to grip her hips. She’d never stopped grinding her sopping cunt against his leg, desperate to feel any part of him that he would allow, but Suguru helped guide her back and forth anyway. Pleasure pulsed through her with every drag of her clit against the material of his pants and when she couldn’t take the unrestrained eye contact from Suguru anymore, she dropped her head back to pant towards the ceiling.

“God, look at you, sweetheart. Making a mess all over my pants and you just met me an hour ago. Perfect little slut… touch my cock.”

Suguru ended his praise with a command, one that made her throb against his leg with a soft gasp. She forced her head forward again, eyes immediately falling to the barely concealed bulge in Suguru’s pants. Even through his clothes, she could tell he was big. Almost as big as Satoru. Her mouth watered at the idea. As she rode his thigh, she leaned forward to wrap her hand around his shaft. Suguru let out a guttural groan, his hips canting upwards to meet her fingers. She could feel him pulse against her skin as she began to rub him to the best of her ability, winding her hips desperately against his thigh. Suguru’s hands wandered upward, cupping her breasts in his hands so he could graze the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. She arched into his touch, whining for more.

“Please, Suguru… Feels so good.”

She moaned, teetering on the edge of pure bliss. As another wave of pleasure ran through her body, an urgency followed fast on its heels. Her clumsy fingers began to make work of Suguru’s pants, fumbling with the button and struggling to pull the zipper down against the weight of his concealed cock. When she did manage to free him from his confines, Suguru sighed appreciatively, though just as she was about to shove her hand into his boxers a voice rang out from behind her.

“Getting cozy?”

Satoru asked as he re-entered the room, the teasing lilt in his voice causing her to jerk up and away from Suguru as if they’d been caught doing something wrong. Her hips ceased their movements on Suguru’s thigh but before she could crane her head around to look at the white haired man, Suguru was gripping her jaw and forcing her to focus on him.

“Did I say you could stop? Keep going.”

He commanded, releasing her jaw in favor of reaching around to smack her ass. She gasped and jerked forward, the slight sting of his open palm mingling beautifully with the drag of her throbbing clit against his pants.

“Better listen to him, baby. Suguru can be so mean.”

Satoru cooed, strutting into her peripheral with a cocky grin and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants. She turned her head to take him in, her eyes wandering over the lean, defined, muscles on his torso. The sharp cut of his jaw. The brilliant, gleaming, blue of his eyes. All accented by shockingly white hair. Even the dusting of a happy trail that disappeared under the waistband of his pants was white. Hooking up in the bathroom at the club hadn’t given her much time to admire him closely, but in this light, Satoru was beautiful. If Suguru had a more severe look that made her want to submit to him, then Satoru had a face that made her want to dominate him. To tease him until that infuriatingly smug smile fell from his face and he flushed red as he begged for release. Her mouth filled with saliva as a fresh wave of heat flooded her body.

“Satoru, sit down. You’re distracting her.”

Suguru said, a slight annoyance in his tone. She turned her attention back to the raven haired man, focusing instead on the hard outline of his cock in his cotton boxers. Without any further instruction, she slid her fingers below the elastic waistband and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Suguru groaned, his head falling back against the couch at the mild relief. He was hot and heavy in her hand, she swiped her thumb over his head to collect the sticky precum pearling there.

“Fuck… Get on your knees.”

Suguru grunted, bucking his leg up into her core. She gasped at the sudden feeling before readily sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs. Suguru lifted his hips, shimmying his pants and underwear down his thighs so his cock could spring free. It rested against his lower stomach, long and thick with an angry red tip. He reached down, an elegant veiny hand wrapping around his shaft.

“Suck.”

He instructed, voice gruff and rocking through her body with a low vibration. Despite never being a fan of oral, she felt her mouth fill with saliva at his command, and she leaned forward with the eagerness of an animal being placed in front of a plate of food. Her hand replaced his and she began by licking a long strip up the base of Suguru’s cock. He groaned again, pulsing against her tongue as she took the head into her mouth, sucking and gently lapping at his slit with the tip of her tongue. His fingers tangled into her hair immediately, tugging at her scalp before splaying his fingers across her skull and pushing down with a surprising gentleness. She took the hint, lowering herself until her mouth was completely filled with his cock, her cheeks hallowing out around him as she sucked. Even taking him as deep as she possibly could, she still had to wrap her hand around the remaining length of his shaft.

“God, fuck… you picked a good one, Satoru.”

Suguru grunted, the strain in his voice filling her with just as much pride as the compliment. She started to bob her head, running the flat of her tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. He cursed again, the fingers in her hair flexing and tightening.

“Told ya. Haven’t had her mouth yet, but her pussy’s unbelievable.”

Satoru commented, a teasing lilt in his voice even now. She looked up at Suguru through her lashes, meeting his half lidded dark gaze and admiring his slack jawed expression. They talked about her as if she were nothing more than a toy for their pleasure, and for some reason, it only turned her on more. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for stimulation, and held eye contact with Suguru as she worked her mouth over him.

“Why don’t you go break it in for me?”

Suguru said, his head rolling to the side to look at his friend. From this position, she barely caught the glint of mischief in Satoru’s eyes and the confident smirk on his lips. He leaned in, grabbing the back of Suguru’s neck, and shared a passionate kiss with the other man. At the sight, the throbbing wetness between her legs became too persistent to ignore, and she moaned around Suguru’s cock. He groaned into Satoru’s mouth at the vibration and the two men separated with a sloppy pop.

“Aw, you like watching us kiss? That’s what made you cum on Suguru’s fingers earlier, isn’t it?”

Satoru teased, reaching down to stroke her cheek before running his thumb over the part of spit slicked bottom lip he could reach. Her eyes fluttered shut at the attention, but no sooner than he’d began touching her, his hand was gone. Satoru nearly giggled and by the time she opened her eyes, he was gone from her field of view. Suguru’s fingers tightened in her hair again, pushing down on the back of her head a little more harshly.

“Keep going. You’re not done until I cum down your throat. Understood?”

He said, and she nodded the best she could in this position, resuming her earlier ministrations in earnest. Suguru sighed gratefully, the spit from her mouth dripping down his cock and collecting on her chin and fist. She began to work his base with her hand, twisting her wrist and squeezing gently. Though, before she could fully commit to making him cum, she felt a familiar pair of hands on her bare ass. They spread her open, and she gasped at the exposed feeling, choking a bit on the saliva in her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re dripping down your thighs, baby.”

Satoru breathed behind her, letting out a disbelieving chuckle at the end of his sentence. Without any further warning, he slid his middle finger into her waiting cunt all the way down to the knuckle. She moaned, drawing another sound of pleasure from Suguru.

“Always loved my fingers, huh?”

Satoru continued, slipping a second one inside her with a little more effort. He curled them, rubbing incessantly against the spot inside her that made her see stars. She arched her back, wiggling her hips in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, but the man behind her only chuckled and pulled his fingers from her entirely. She whined, pulling off of Suguru’s cock to glare over her shoulder at the white haired man. Though, before she could get a single word out, her head was forced back forward by the hand in her hair, a second one coming down to grip her chin so hard her mouth popped back open.

“Focus. I won’t tell you again.”

Suguru said, dark eyes boring into her soul and sending a fresh wave of arousal to her core. He guided her mouth back to his erection, and she wrapped her lips around him with renewed passion. When Satoru landed a sharp smack to her bare ass, she lurched forward and whined against Suguru’s cock, but she continued to work her tongue over him nonetheless.

“That’s right baby, pay attention to Suguru. Run your tongue over the tip. He loves that.”

The white haired man instructed, two long fingers spreading her lower lips open. A rush of cool air hit her soaked sex, though before she could express any discomfort, Satoru’s hot tongue was pressing against her cunt. She moaned at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as she moved to run her tongue over the tip of Suguru’s cock. The raven haired man groaned, his head dropping back against the couch.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.”

Satoru groaned against her core, his tongue pushing into her as he buried his face between her lips, licking and sucking like a man starved. She whined, grinding back against his face while she swirled her tongue around Suguru’s tip, paying attention to the slit. His fingers tangled in her hair at the root, gripping hard and tugging.

“Just like that, sweetheart…”

Suguru encouraged, bucking up into her mouth slightly. She lowered herself onto him again, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, flattening her tongue against the underside of his shaft just to draw back up the length of it with a undignified slurp. Suguru groaned again, whining slightly despite himself, and that single sound gave her all of the motivation she needed. Satoru’s tongue delving into her cunt and his dexterous fingers swirling around her swollen clit were enough to have pulsing. However, the feeling of Suguru’s fingers tugging her hair, the stuttering jumps of his hips, and the image of his pouty lips dropped open in pleasure that she gleamed through her lashes were the things that were really pushing her towards the edge.

She moaned around his length, the vibrations causing a litany of swears to pour from the raven haired man’s lips. His blunt finger nails scraped her scalp, hissing through his teeth as she sucked on the head of his cock, her hand stroking his spit slick shaft.

“F-fuck, sweetheart… You’re gonna m-make me…”

Suguru stuttered, his words coming out breathy and croaking, like he was struggling to breathe. She looked up at him through her lashes, tongue lapping against his slit. When their gazes met, Suguru’s dark eyes heavily lidded and full of lust, he came with a strangled gasp. At feeling of his release flooding her mouth and smearing against her lips, her eyes rolled back in her head. In the same instant, Satoru pushed his tongue inside of her and rubbed the pad of his finger against her clit at a dizzying speed. Her body reacted before she could stop it and she came around his tongue with a throaty whine, her back arching and legs shaking.

“Good girl…”

Satoru mumbled between her legs. She swallowed Suguru’s release and dropped her head against his thigh, panting into his wild pubic hair as the waves of a powerful orgasm washed through her. When she came down from the high, Satoru had removed his mouth from her already overworked pussy and was now rubbing soothing circles over the globes of her ass and along her lower back. Suguru was running his long fingers through her hair, allowing her to find refuge in his lap, her cheek now pressed against his hip bone.

“You alive?”

Satoru called behind her, and she nodded slowly, heart pounding her ears as her breathing even out. The white haired man laughed, dropping his hand to her ass with a soft smack. She jerked a bit at the sting, but soon found herself settling back into that arched position, no longer caring how exposed it made her feel.

“What’d I tell ya, Suguru? Fucking hot, right?”

Satoru added, and her eyelids fluttered as she turned her gaze to the man above her. Suguru looked down at her with nothing short of amazement and lust, his bottom lip swollen and spit slicked from biting it during her blow job. He smirked and let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“You were right… Shit, might not be able to let her leave after she sucked my cock that good…”

He commented, and the thought of being confined to this lavish apartment with the sole purpose of being a sexual outlet for these insanely sexy men sent a soft shudder through her. It did not go unnoticed.

“Oh, she likes that idea.”

Satoru crooned, the hand previously rubbing her ass sliding down to slip two fingers into her sopping pussy with little resistance. She moaned softly, turning to burying her face in Suguru’s hip again, her eyes screwing shut as Satoru massaged her inner walls, his fingers rolling and rubbing against the sweet spot inside of her. The pressure was too much so soon after cumming and her legs began to tremble almost immediately.

“She really likes it… that it, pretty baby? You wanna stay here forever? Just getting stuffed with our cocks every day? Be our little house slut?”

Satoru continued, the grin on his face audible. His words made her spasm around his fingers, squeezing as a jolt of pleasure rocked her core and she moaned. He laughed again, continuing to slowly scissor her open. She felt so empty it was already growing maddening. Her head was swimming and she wanted nothing more than to feel one of them sink into her and fill her to the brim after so much teasing and foreplay.

“Please… M’so…”

She babbled, her cheek pressed to Suguru’s lower belly, his cock swelling next to her head.

“So, what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Suguru encouraged, one hand stroking any part of her he could reach. Her hair, her cheek, her shoulder and neck. His other hand was wrapping around the base of his dick, squeezing. Her brow furrowed, face screwing up at she tried to find the words in her already muddled mind.

“So… empty.”

She whined, the slow stroking of Satoru’s fingers only serving to tease her and turn her pussy into a soaking mess.

“Aww… poor baby. You need to be fucked, huh? Need a big cock to fill you up?”

Satoru continued to tease, and the ever present throb of pleasure didn’t stop. She nodded, eyes screwing shut as she tried to focus on building that feeling. If he kept talking to her like that, she could manage another orgasm with no other additions. Then, she as she had begun to chase that high, Satoru pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop. She whined at the loss, arching her back further and pushing back towards him. He laughed yet again, but this time, it devolved into a hum deep in his throat.

“So needy… think you can take both of us, baby? One in that pretty pussy and the other…”

Satoru trailed off, finishing his thought by brushing a knuckle against her exposed asshole. She choked on a moan at the feeling, eagerly nodding as lust consumed her.

“Please…”

She whined, arching back further into Satoru’s sinful touch. The knuckle that had been grazing her tight ring of muscle turning into a thick finger tip. That was followed by a drip of spit, and Satoru moved his finger in small circles, making sure she was slick before he pushed the tip of his finger inside, just down to his first knuckle. He groaned behind her in response to her needy whine.

“Shit, that’s tight… Which one you want Suguru?”

Satoru asked, her mouth filling with saliva when she looked up at the other man. Suguru’s hand caressed her cheek, a nearly sweet smile on his face.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

He asked, thumb dragging over her bottom lip.

“M-my pussy.”

She answered without a second thought. Satoru wasn’t as thick as Suguru and, despite her wanton desperation in the moment, she didn’t have much experience with anal. Suguru grinned at her answer like the cheshire cat, the corners of his lips curling up as his fingers slid up the side of her face and buried into her hair. Then, he tightened his grip and pulled. She didn’t need any more instructions to rise up from her sore knees, Satoru slipping his finger from her in one fluid motion. Suguru pulled her towards him, drawing her in for a deep kiss as she straddled his hips. His fingers stayed in her hair, tugging gently as his tongue pushed into her mouth, drowning her with the taste and smell of him. He moved languidly, his hands dropping to her naked hips. When he pulled away from her mouth with a soft pop, she was left staring at him in a total haze. Blinking slowly, she watched the dark haired man look over her shoulder with a smile.

Before she could focus again, Suguru was standing. He lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct and her arms winding around his wide shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his musky smell as he walked with her in his arms.

Her mind was in no place to pay much attention to the change of scenery. She’d only cum twice over the course of the evening, but she felt drunk on the shared energy of the two men. They could do no more than tease her, with words and their fingers and tongues, and she would be reduced to this state regardless. The only thing she could focus on was the throbbing between her legs and the feeling of hot hands on her skin. In fact, the next thing she recalled with any clarity was being settled on Suguru’s lap as he sat back against a solid, wooden, headboard. His finger curled under her chin, and she found the strength to rise up on her knees, straddling his hard cock.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Suguru questioned, a bit of concern lacing his voice but a knowing smile on his face. She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to ground herself. She glanced around the dark bedroom. It was every bit as sleek and modern as the main living area. She noticed that the floor to ceiling windows flowed into this room as well. The neon glares from the city below were their only source of light. It cast Suguru in a blue hue, the darkness of his eyes and the shine of his long hair clashing against soft, pale, skin. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more beautiful man in her life.

Though, as if he’d heard her thoughts, Satoru appeared in her peripheral. He crawled up the length of the bed beside her, hands and knees dragging over silken sheets. He was stark naked, white hair appearing blue in the tinted light as the lean lines of his body glowed with a fuzzy outline. The image surprised her, and she let out a near drunken giggle, her hand covering her mouth out of habit.

“What’s so funny?”

Satoru asked, turning to sit next to Suguru, his hard dick resting against his belly amongst a smattering of white pubic hair. She shook her head.

“Nothing, just looked kinda silly crawling up the bed like that.”

She answered, grinning ear to ear. Satoru’s impossibly blue eyes were, somehow, even brighter in the mostly dark room and the teasing grin on his face only added to his handsomeness.

“Yeah? Didn’t think I looked silly when I was tongue fucking ya.”

He quipped, that evil smile still blinding her after her own fell. A blush rose on her cheeks as she remembered where she was. She looked back to Suguru who was watching the interaction with a soft smile, a chuckle rising up from his chest. His hands smoothed over her hips, squeezing and massaging.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

He asked, coaxing her downwards until his head was kissing her wet entrance. She looked over at Satoru in question, wondering why he was sitting here when he should be behind her.

“Gotta let ya get adjusted to Suguru first. He’s a lot to handle.”

Satoru said, grinning as if he were speaking from experience. The thought crossed her mind and the image it brought along was enough to make her pulse with excitement. God what she wouldn’t give to see Satoru Gojo in her position, whining and begging with little tears in those pretty eyes…

Suguru rocked his hips, pressing against her entrance with more insistence. It brought her mind back to the present. She nodded in response to Suguru’s earlier question, reaching down between them to grab his cock in her hand and better align him. Then, slowly, she sunk down. She bit her lip, feeling inch by blessed inch press into her. She didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath until she was fully seated in Suguru’s lap. His hands on her hips tightened, squeezing so hard she was sure he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck, sweetheart… so fuckin’ tight.”

Suguru hissed, his mouth hanging open as he stared down at where they were connected. She let out deep exhale, a soft whine at the tail end at the feeling of him filling her so well. It took a second for her to adjust to his size, but once she did, she gave an experimental roll of her hips. Both them let out a strangled sound at the feeling.

“S’big…”

She muttered, rolling her hips again. Suguru nodded, fingers flexing against her skin.

“Yeah… it’s big.”

He sighed. Slowly, she built up the pace. She rocked her hips back and forth, gasping each time the head of his cock dragged against the sweet spot inside her. With her hands on his shoulders for support, she started to bounce herself along his length, the sound of softly slapping skin mingling with her and Suguru’s throaty moans and sighs. After they’d both adjusted to the feeling, Suguru’s hands tracked up her body, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her hard nipples.

“Shit, sweetheart… Takin’ me so good. S’it feel good?”

He asked, all of his words coming out deep and slurred due to his slack jaw. She nodded, face screwing up as the pleasure began to build. She fluttered around his length, the heat between her legs swelling to a throb. Rolling shudders racked her body, and she found herself grinding down on his cock just to feel some pressure against her clit. When she tore her eyes away from staring down at his chiseled torso, Suguru was turned away from her. He had Satoru locked in a passionate kiss, his fingers buried in the white hair on the back of his head as they hungrily devoured each other. Satoru was lazily stroking his cock, thumb grazing over the pink head before sliding back down to squeeze the base. Just as it had in the club, the sight sent a wash of pleasure through her, and she dropped one of her hands down to rub tight circles against her clit as she rode Suguru with more intensity, her eyes fixed on the scene.

Suguru pulled away from Satoru with a muttered swear, turning to look at her yet again, his eyebrows pinched together.

“You close already?”

He asked, gasping the words out at the feeling of her squeezing around his cock. She nodded, panting as the pleasure built to a near crescendo. Suguru rocked his hips upwards, grinding directly against the sweet spot inside her. She gasped, rubbing her clit faster.

“That’s it, baby. Use Suguru to get yourself off… Then I’ll fuck that tight ass of yours.”

Satoru encouraged, chasing Suguru’s lips again. When they kissed this time, Suguru replaced Satoru’s hand with his own, but the pace he set was faster and more insistent. Satoru’s hips jumped and he moaned openly into Suguru’s mouth, rutting into his friends hand shamelessly. With a few more rolls of her hips and circles of her clit, she came with a strangled cry. Her back arched, her chest pressed tightly against Suguru’s as she shuddered and her vision darkened. A wave of fresh wetness slicked Suguru’s lap as she continued grinding against him. He hissed, hips stuttering as she gripped his cock like a vice.

“Fuck, fuck… Slow down sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Suguru warned, gripping her breasts tightly as he tried to focus on not finishing too soon. She barely heard him over the sound of her heart pounding her ears, but she did slow her hips down, riding out the last waves of her orgasm with her head thrown back. When she finally calmed down and came to a stop, she lifted her head to find that Suguru had done the same. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling rapidly. When the wave passed, he released his grip on her chest with a shuddering exhale, running his fingers down her ribcage and and settling them back on her hips.

“Shit… that was close… Satoru, hurry up or I’m not gonna last.”

Suguru commanded, his voice raw and gravelly from the intensity of managing to stave off his own orgasm. She heard a click from over her shoulder.

“Way ahead of ya.”

Satoru commented, just before she felt a massive hand grip one of her ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to partially spread her open. She gasped, lurching forward as something wet and cold smeared along her tight hole. Satoru snickered, massaging what she assumed was lube around the ring of muscle. Then, he was pushing a finger inside with little resistance. There was a slight burn, and she had to adjust to the sensation, but once she did, it only served to make her wetter.

“Just sucking my finger right in… you ever done this before, angel?”

Satoru asked, his normally teasing voice falling more gruff as the promise of fucking her ass came to fruition. She nodded and swallowed thickly. Her mouth was full of saliva and her head was still swimming from a powerful orgasm, but she managed to answer.

“O-once.”

She said, voice breaking a bit as Satoru nudged the tip of a second finger at their entrance. He hummed, low in his chest just as the second finger slid in to join the first one. She rocked back against his hand, relishing in the burn and the pleasure that followed on its heels. God, she already felt so full with just Suguru’s fat cock in her pussy and two of Satoru’s fingers in her ass. Her head fell back again as she began to loose herself again. Though, this time, a hand gripped her jaw and pulled her back forward.

“Do not cum again until I say so.”

Suguru commanded, the deathly seriousness in his eyes sobering her momentarily. She swallowed against the saliva pooling in her mouth, nodding in understanding. It was hard to stay relaxed for Satoru while also being keenly aware that she couldn’t indulge in the pleasure he was providing her. Not yet, anyway. Suguru kept her there, a tight grip on her jaw holding her eyes to his as his friend played with her ass. If the feeling wasn’t enough, then just the thought of the lewd scene had her set on edge. Still, she tried to focus on the darkness of Suguru’s eyes and the stern line of his pouty mouth. When Satoru began to nudge a third finger into her hole, she let out an involuntary gasp, but Suguru never broke eye contact with her, a devilish smirk growing on his face after he’d mimicked her pathetic expression.

“She fucking loves this.”

Suguru commented, seemingly having regained his composure. Satoru chuckled, suddenly moving forward to press his front against her back, his hand angled to keep his fingers inside her. He gave a couple exploratory pumps of his wrist, his fingers sinking in and out of her slowly. This time, she moaned, screwing her eyes shut as a sharp shock of pleasure rocketed through her. When her pussy convulsed around Suguru again, he hissed, his hips jumping sloppily.

“Dammit… You ready for Satoru, sweetheart? Think you can take it?”

Suguru asked, that domineering facade nearly crumbling in the face of an impending orgasm. She nodded eagerly.

“Please, please… M’ready.”

She whined, rocking her hips despite Suguru’s earlier warning. The man under her groaned as Satoru pulled away from her back. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, the sound of the lube bottle clicking open again filling her with excitement. She could hear him, slicking his cock in preparation, and her heart skipped a beat or several. Then, slowly, he pulled his fingers from her. She could’ve cried at the loss, but then he was pressing the spongy tip of his cock against her. Without thinking, she held her breath, waiting for the push.

“Relax, baby. Not gonna hurt ya… You’re ready. But you gotta breathe for me…”

Satoru breathed into her ear, his hot breath fanning across her neck and sending a shiver through her body. She nodded, making a conscious effort to let out the breath she’d been holding. In the same beat, Satoru pushed forward. She gasped, reaching out to grip Suguru’s bicep as his hands smoothed up and down her waist in a soothing motion. The burn from before was back, and she winced as the head of Satoru’s cock slid into her hole. Once that initial stretch was done, the burning sensation faded to a pleasant ache.

“Fuck, angel… so fucking tight. M’not gonna last long either Suguru…”

Satoru groaned, burying his forehead against her shoulder as strands of white hair tickled her collarbone. He continued to push into her an inch at a time, until he was fully sheathed.

She could barely form a coherent thought. Never in her life had she been so full. The pain was no more than an afterthought when it was competing with the sensation of being stuffed so completely. Wedged between two of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, their massive hands holding her in place and their gruff voices ringing in her ears, an errant thought swam through her brain and leaked from her ear. This must be what heaven felt like. All she could focus on with any clarity was the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes rolled backwards, any image of Suguru melting and dissipating into nothing more than a memory. Once Satoru was fully sheathed inside of her, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, grounding himself as they all took ragged breaths.

“You alright, baby?”

Satoru slurred into her ear, pressing sloppy kisses along the side of her neck in a desperate attempt to stay present and keep himself from getting carried away. She felt herself nod, a trembling sigh tearing its way up her throat. The longer they stayed like this, the wetter she became, but the orgasm that had began to bloom during his light prep was stalled in its tracks, sitting hot and heavy in her lower belly like a lead ball. Her legs trembled with the effort it took to stay up right and still.

“Good girl… good girl…”

Satoru complimented, one of his hands rubbing over her lower belly, pressing gently so she could fully comprehend the weight of both of them inside of her. The added pressure ripped a gasp from her throat and it was soon followed by a quiet sob as Suguru rolled his hips. A wave of intense pleasure pulsed through her body and she reached out to grab anything to ground herself. She found Satoru’s hand on her abdomen and Suguru’s muscular forearm.

“Ready for us to move, sweetheart?”

Suguru rasped through his teeth, as if it were taking every once of self control he had to remain still for her sake. To allow her time to adjust. Without another thought, she nodded wildly, eyebrows screwing up in a pitiful expression.

“Please. Please.”

She babbled, her head dropping back to Satoru’s shoulder. The hand on her belly moved to grip her waist, long fingers still grazing her navel, and his other hand slithered up her body to lay at the base of her throat. Suguru adjusted himself as well. He cupped her breast in one hand, thumb dragging lazy circles over her hardened nipple, and his other hand wedged between them, his middle finger tapping gently against her swollen clit. She gasped again, and then they started to move.

Suguru rolled his hips upwards and Satoru ground into her from behind in the same instance. A moan fell from her lips, matching the sounds coming from the two men. Satoru pulled out slightly and pushed back in, careful not to spear her completely in one thrust, but the slight movement was enough. She lurched forward, bending over to press her chin against Suguru’s shoulder. This position placed her ass on display for Satoru and allowed her more control as Suguru began to thrust as well. They moved in tandem, retreating from her heat in the same fluid motion, just to push back in and fill her to the brim over and over again. Her hips moved off their own accord, winding and grinding as the wetness between her legs turned into a sloppy pool that slicked all of their thighs.

“Oh- shit! Fuck, angel, you’re so tight. Little hole just sucking me in, feel it fucking throbbing around me baby…”

Satoru babbled from behind her, his thrusts growing more and more punishing as she grew accustomed to his size and he grew more uninhibited. She could only let out a series of hiccuping moans in response, Suguru spewing filth directly into her ear.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just lay right here and take our cocks like a good girl… don’t have to think about anything… you’re good at just being a dumb little cock sleeve…”

Suguru rambled, his deep voice vibrating against her chest. He wrapped a strong arm around her back, pinning her arms to her sides. His other hand was still stuffed between them, his middle finger making quick circles against her throbbing clit. She whined, hips working in wild circles as Satoru gripped her hips and pulled her cheeks apart, a fat glob of spit dropping against her hole as he fucked her.

“Not gonna last much longer… s’just too fuckin’ good.”

Satoru warned, his words slurred and his thrusts growing sharper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She fluttered around Suguru’s cock again, but this time she also felt her self pulse around Satoru, sucking them both deeper as they let out tandem groans. All she could do was bury her face in Suguru’s dark hair, softly sobbing and moaning as the pleasure built to a height she never thought possible.

“Hear that, sweetheart? Gonna milk both our cocks? Want us to fill you up?”

Suguru asked, his hot breath puffing against her neck and ear. The thought both of them cumming inside of her at the same time sent her into a near frenzy. She nodded wildly, panting against a mix of dark hair and sweaty skin. Her clit throbbed under his touch, pussy and ass pulsing as they continued to fuck her. Her eyes screwed shut, her legs shaking near violently as every nerve in her body became engulfed in flame. With her consent, they both set forward on the end goal. Suguru’s grip around her upper body tightened and he held her place as he fucked up into her pussy from below, matching Satoru’s punishing pace blow for blow. She cried out, every muscle in her body pulling taut in preparation.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for us… soak my cock.”

Suguru commanded, panting the words out. She hadn’t realized that she’d been waiting for his order until he gave it and her body immediately seized. The orgasm hit her like a train, flooding her body with so much pleasure her vision darkened around the edges. She felt herself do exactly as he’d asked, a rush of liquid spilling from her entrance and thoroughly soaking his lap and the sheets below them. Suguru’s finger continued working her clit, a string of curses accompanying the sound of Satoru’s strangled groans. A fresh shock of pleasure rocketed through her body with every remaining thrust of their hips, but it wasn’t long before Satoru was stilling against her ass with a low groan and Suguru was pressing up into her with a similar sound. If it were possible, she felt even more full with both of their loads stuffed inside of her, but by the time they pulled out, she was fighting unconsciousness.

In a blur of whispered words and flashes of black and white, she found herself lying on her back against silk sheets, staring up at the ceiling as aftershocks from her orgasm still washed over her in pleasant zaps. Her eyes were starting to drift completely closed when someone snapped their fingers in front of her face. She ripped them open only to find Satoru hovering over her with a maniacal grin, his bright blue eyes a near assault in the dark bedroom.

“Hey, no sleeping yet. We’re still not done.”

Satoru said, and despite the fact that she’d loved every second of this encounter, her eyes wrenched wide in horror at his words. Then, he laughed, plopping down against the mattress next to her.

“He’s joking… he couldn’t get hard again after that if he prayed for it.”

Suguru commented from elsewhere in the room. She lifted her head to look around, only to find him standing the soft light of the en-suite bathroom to her left.

“I’ll have you know that my refractory period is just fine! I could go for another four hours. Easy.”

Satoru fired back, a finger pointed in Suguru’s direction hovering above her face. The dark haired man let out a half chuckle-half scoff at that. He shook his head, wiping his hands off with a wet rag. Then, he approached the bed again, the wet rag dropping to her skin. She hissed slightly at the coolness, but by the time he was using the rag between her legs, she grown used to the feeling, simply staring down at where his wrist disappeared between her thighs.

“Do gotta get you cleaned up a little though…”

Suguru commented, focusing on his work for a moment before directing his dark eyed gaze back towards her face. She blinked lazily, still feeling as if her mind and her body were not in total sync.

“Are you alright?”

He asked, his free hand coming up to gently cup her jaw. Without any further thoughts, she nuzzled into his touch, nodding.

“Yeah… just… a lot.”

She answered, her own voice sounding ragged and worn. Now that she was starting to regain her sense somewhat, she wondered how either of them could have any energy left after that performance. Though, she was grateful for the after care.

“You did wonderfully… You should probably have some water and… I should change these sheets.”

Suguru said, pulling the rag away from her as he rose back to full height. She hadn’t noticed it, but Satoru had left the room at some point, because he walked back into the bedroom with three bottles of water.

“Way ahead of ya. Worry about the sheets in the morning, man. I’m beat. Maybe we can all shower together while they’re in the washer.”

He said, handing each of them a water bottle and then wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She managed to croak out a light laugh, propping herself up in her elbows just to drain the bottle of water in a few powerful swallows. Both men joined her on the bed, but not before Suguru laid a towel down over the wet spot on the sheets. She’d never had a threesome before, and she’d never slept in the same bed as two other men before either. Though, once they’d all finished their drinks, Suguru tugged her back down to the bed with a sleepy sigh. With his and Satoru’s help, she was positioned between the two of them. Her head resting on Suguru’s chest with a leg curled over his lap. Satoru was curled up behind her, his body pressed flush with her own as he hugged her waist. The two men shared a few more teasing words that she barely registered as the fatigue began to settle in. Before she drifted to sleep, the sound of Suguru’s steady heartbeat thudding against her ear, she heard them share one more exchange.

“This was one of your better ideas, Satoru.”

Suguru commented, a softness in his voice she had only heard on a couple occasions tonight.

“Mhm. Let’s keep her.”

Satoru yawned, his arms around her waist tightening and tugging her a little closer.

I an soooo late seeing this but I’m happy that this part is out~

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Premise provided by CallaLily9 on AO3: Sweet, caring, blushing Yuuji?

Soft, sincere Toji, who said please?!

A movie deal, and near death experience?!?

TOJI SHARING HIS FEELINGS, AND SAYING HE LOVES YOU DURING SEX?!?!

Toji started off at an arbitrary level 5. Yuuji worked his way up from a 0, to say, a 7. Toji is now at like level 15. Will Yuuji also get a chance at exponential growth? Does Yuuji stand a chance? Can these separate relationships even be compared on the same scale?

TW: sex, talks of cnc, talks of somnophilia,

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[Chapter 3] Beach Day

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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The heat starts to cool down a couple of weeks later, which you’re thankful for. But now you have air conditioning that you could’ve used the hotter days, and it upsets you that slowly you have to start using long sleeve shirts because otherwise you’ll be too cold. Either way, you like the current weather. It slowly turns into the perfect weather. Not too hot, not too cold.

Slowly you also build up a relationship with Megumi. You’re spending some time together after all, and you hear that he’s making friends. Your relationship with your neighbor doesn’t change though. Whenever you talk it’s about his son and about daycare. He still attempts to drive you to daycare and pick you up, but sometimes he doesn’t get out of work till late so you walk back home with Megumi, and he stays at your place till Toji comes to pick him up.

You really don’t mind taking care of a child even when you’re not getting paid. Toji is extremely apologetic about it, but you know the man tries his best for his son, or at least that’s what you think. Either way, you don’t mind helping out with whatever it is since Megumi is extremely relaxed– Although the more he gets to know you, the more he wants to play with you and the less he wants to sit still, which you also don’t mind.

For the first time in weeks, you get to sleep in. Lately Toji knocks at your door first thing in the morning because he needs someone to look after Megumi since he has had something urgent come up. But not this time. 

Even though you get to sleep in, around eight in the morning your phone begins to ring. You groggily pick up the phone, only to find Toji’s name displayed on the screen. At that moment you begin to regret ever asking for Toji’s help when you met him. Ever since you’ve been repaying for his minor favor in a million other ways. But of course, that’s a thought that only crosses your mind because you were woken up. You still pick up the phone,

“Hi.” You respond, a yawn escaping your lips. You’re thinking about having a chat with Toji about some boundaries because while you do enjoy helping, you barely do anything for yourself in your free time.

“Hi!” You hear a voice that’s too babyish to belong to Toji, and immediately you regret the thoughts that you were having beforehand because Toji didn’t do anything. 

“Megumi… What are you doing with your daddy’s phone?” You ask, getting up from bed and opening the curtain to let the sunlight in. At least you can start your free day early, so you can appreciate the call more. “Did you steal it?”

“I need Mr. Carrot.” Megumi says, making you furrow your eyebrows. But you remember the bunny stuffed animal that Megumi carries with him when he spends some time with you. He doesn’t like to let go of it, and it seems like it’s one of his favorite toys.

“Where are you, Megumi? Can you put your dad on the phone?” You ask, and you hear Megumi’s little footsteps and how he yells, ‘daddy!’ to get his father’s attention. You wait for Toji’s hello before you say, “Megumi wants his bunny.”

“Did he call you for that?” Toji wants to chuckle, but he maintains a serious face so Megumi doesn’t think what he did is funny. When you hum in response it’s harder for him to suppress his laugh. Toji clicks his tongue and you hear him say, “bad Megumi” which makes you chuckle because he refers to his son as if he were a dog. “I’m sorry.”

“I would bring it to him but it’s not like I have access to your apartment.” You respond, and from his end, silence is the sound thing you hear. You immediately know, so you walk to your dresser to get some clothes.

“Actually… There’s a spare key under the welcome mat– But don’t use it. You’re spoiling the kid way too much.” Toji says, but you’ve decided that you’re giving him the toy.

“Are you at work?” You question, and you hear him sigh.

“I’ll send you the address.”

You walk into the car shop that Toji works at, and you look around the place. A man stops you, and he begins to walk over to you, until Toji shuts the hood of a car. He makes eye contact with the man that was walking over to you, and the man decides to focus on something else. That’s when you notice Toji. 

He’s wearing a white tank top with his blue coveralls, the top part off and tied around his hips, which nearly makes your eyes pop out of your head because he simply looks so… good. He looks at the plush that you hold, and calls out for his son, who takes a seat in the manager’s office.

“You really shouldn’t have. You’re spoiling that kid.” Toji shakes his head disapprovingly, as if he hadn’t helped you get the plush. You watch as Megumi approaches you, and you smile as you see him run to get his bunny. When he has the furry plush in his hand, his father says, “What do you say, Megumi?”

“Thank you!” Megumi responds, showing his tiny teeth when he smiles at you. The more time you spend together, the more he warms up and the sweeter he is. He begins to walk away, and Toji sighs.

“Thank you.” Toji says, and you smile at him. “Did you eat something for breakfast? I hope he didn’t wake you.”

“I haven’t.” You answer. “He woke me up and ever since I’ve been on the mission to get him Mr. Carrot.”

“I have no idea how the hell he managed to call you of all people. Kid can’t even read.” Toji shares, even though he knows there aren't that many contacts in his phone, so picking you out of all people was something fairly easy for Megumi. It wasn’t that Megumi chose you of all people because he knew who you were, but rather good luck on his part. “Anyway… Do you want something for breakfast? It’s about time for me and Megumi to eat something again.”

“Are you inviting me out to eat or are you talking about a convenience store breakfast?” You question and the man scratches the back of his neck, looking down at the floor, visibly embarrassed. Before he can answer, you tell him, “I’ll gladly accept a convenience store breakfast. I was just planning on skipping breakfast anyway.”

Megumi! Come here!” Toji yells, and while you wait, you decide to ask,

“When’s your next day off?”

“Tomorrow.” He answers. “Taking the kid to the beach before it gets too cold.”

You slowly nod and smile. “That’s nice.”

“Would you like to come along? Or will we be ruining your day off?” Toji invites you, and now you genuinely smile. It’s been so long since the last time you went to the beach, and it genuinely sounds nice.

“I would love to. You can text me the details.” You respond, and he nods. Neither of you notice Megumi until he tugs his father’s pants.

“I know I ask you for a lot of favors but could you–” Toji begins, causing you to chuckle. You extend your hand.

“Let’s go, Megumi. Let’s get some food.”

Before the sun is even up, Toji is knocking at your door to make sure you’re up and ready to go. Toji isn’t a big fan of crowds– Or finding parking near the beach because it feels impossible. Only way to avoid both of those is by going early, and even though you’re joining them, Toji isn’t leaving any later.

Luckily though, you’re ready when he’s knocking at your door, so you open the door and exit the house. Toji has a tote bag on his shoulder that has all the necessities for a beach day with a three-year-old, and of course, holding the sleeping toddler in his arms. He’s a bit surprised to see that you’re ready to say the least. He texted you the details and he still expected you to not be ready for some reason. 

“Ready?” He questions, and you hum in response. You begin to walk to his car in silence since you don’t want to wake up the sleeping child. You’re both still so tired as well so having a conversation isn’t in the cards for either of you. Toji has to wake himself up somehow because the yawn that leaves his lips doesn’t indicate that he’s fully aware to drive safely. “I think we need to stop for coffee.”

“I think so too.” You answer with a chuckle leaving your lips. You get to the car and you wait for Toji to unlock it, and when he does, you get into the passenger’s seat. He puts the sleeping toddler in the car seat before he gets into the driver’s side. He yawns as he turns on the car.

“Fuck… I usually don’t need coffee but today–” He begins, and a yawn escapes his lips. Maybe he decided to wake up way too early. But the beach is a two hour drive, so he’s not too early. He begins to drive to the nearest coffee shop

“You need it to drive.” You tell him. “I need coffee every day. I can’t handle all those kids without having at least a cup of coffee.”

“Yeah… I can barely handle my one and only kid, I can’t imagine having to deal with more than one.” Toji says. Your eyes are slowly shutting, and you’re wondering if it’s best to just skip out on the coffee and sleep while Toji drives to the beach. Toji has to keep himself awake before he gets his coffee, so he decides he’ll talk to you, “So are you spending the day with us or are you going to do your own thing?”

“I might just join you two since I have nothing else to do.” You answer.

“You could’ve invited a friend along so you wouldn’t have to be stuck with us. I wouldn’t have minded driving someone else.”

“Toji… I’m sorry to break the news to you but I don’t have many friends. And by that I mean I have no friends.” You tell him, and he chuckles in response. “If you don’t want me to join you, I’ll just move over somewhere that’s not bothering you.”

“No! It’s fine. I really don’t mind it, if anything I’m glad that you’re joining us.” Toji responds. He pauses for a moment before he feels the need to add, “And when Megumi heard that you were joining us, he was thrilled. The kid has grown fond of you.”

“He better. We spend a lot of time together.” You manage to laugh. You arrive at the coffee shop and he parks outside.

“What kind of coffee do you want?” Toji asks as he unbuckles the seatbelt. You tell him the coffee order and he exits the car. You smile as you watch him walk into the place, thinking about what a nice neighbor you’ve gotten.

You end up shaking the thought out of your head because last time you thought about what a nice neighbor you had, you ended up married to said neighbor.

Megumi is wide awake when you get to the beach. The sun is shining directly on the pristine blue ocean, and the toddler is amazed as he looks at it. The little boy loves the water, and he’s never seen a pool of water so large before. It makes him think about the beginning of summer, when Toji had a bit more free time and would fill up a toddler pool, and allowed him to play in the water.

“Pool!” Megumi points out, looking out the window while Toji looks for a parking spot. Megumi’s eyes are wide, and he’s trying to undo the seatbelt so he can press his face against the window and stare really well at the sea that he calls a pool.

“That’s the sea, Megumi.” Toji corrects the child, but it goes in one ear and out the other. Megumi stares in awe, and he just wants to open the car door and run outside. “We’re almost there, you can wait.”

“Daddy, let’s go.” Megumi says, as if it’ll make his father park any faster. Toji eventually finds a spot, and Megumi is fidgety while he waits for his father to take him out of the car seat. You’re half-awake, and Toji taps your shoulder to fully wake you. You weakly smile at him, stretching your legs before you open your door. “Daddy!”

“Be patient, Megumi. If you keep pushing it, we might just go back home.” Toji threatens, and the child gets the hint. He’s still impatient, so he kicks his feet into the air while he waits for his father to let him out of his carseat. You help Toji out, so while he picks Megumi up, you get the tote bag that’s in the backseat.

When you’re both ready, you begin to walk to the beach. Toji holds his son, while you carry the bags. There’s not many people at the actual beach, so you’re able to find a nice spot fast. Toji puts Megumi down on the sand, and takes the tote bag from you. Megumi begins to run to the water, and Toji has to grab the toddler by the top of his head, “Play in the sand for five minutes, if you can’t control yourself, you won’t go play in the water at all.”

Toji gets the towel from the bag and he sets it down on the sand. Megumi is kicking his feet, making the sand go everywhere. Five minutes feel like an eternity for him. You help Toji set up so it’s faster for them. When there isn’t much to do, Toji looks around for a bathroom,

“Will you watch our stuff for a couple of minutes while we change into our swimsuits?”

“Yeah.” You nod, and you watch Toji pick up Megumi from the floor, and walk away. Megumi’s arms extend toward the ocean which causes you to laugh. You look in your bag for your swimsuit, making sure you packed it up because you don’t intend to spend the whole day sitting on a towel. Luckily, you don’t have to run to a nearby store to buy an overpriced swimsuit, because you remembered to pack it up.

You take a moment to admire nature. You inhale the sweet scent of the beach that’s most likely the smell of sunscreen. You listen and feel the warm breeze that soothes the hotness that the sun causes. The breeze plays a melody in your ears, and takes you back to simpler times when you used to come to the beach on vacation all the time. Your hand goes into the sand, and you grab a handful of it. You hate how at the end of a long beach day, the sand manages to get everywhere. You want to laugh as you recall your late-husband’s voice complaining about how the sand got in the car, making it dirty. You miss that.

You hear your name, but it isn’t Toji’s voice. You look up and you see an old friend that you haven’t seen in around a year. You furrow your eyebrows and end up looking away, looking at the seemingly endless blue ocean. “It’s been so long, how are you holding up?”

“I don’t know you, sorry. Care to remind me who you are?” You respond, and the man chuckles. It’s been around four months since the last time he saw you, and it’s fair to say that you’re upset with him– So upset that you choose to act as if you don’t know him. He invites himself to join you, taking a seat next to you on one of Toji’s towels.

“Are you mad at me?” He questions, and you don’t respond. He looks around, and from the bag he sees floaties for a kid. “Are you here with someone? Did you move on already?”

“Gojo, it’s none of your business.” You finally tell him, and he wonders if you’ve already found someone else. Or if Kento had a kid that he hid from the world. Then a tall man walks by, and Satoru immediately assumes that you’ve moved on and that the muscular intimidating man is your new boyfriend.

“Is this your friend?” Toji asks, and you glare at Satoru before you look over at Toji. A shirtless Toji that holds his and his son’s clothes. He has his sunglasses on, but the last thing you’re paying attention to is his face. You didn’t get to admire his body when you slept together because you didn’t have much lighting, but this time the sun shines on him, allowing you to appreciate every crevice of his body. At the end of his swimming trunks, you see the little hand that holds on to Toji, and you see Megumi with a matching swimsuit.

“He was bothering me.” You inform Toji, and Toji stuffs the clothes in the tote bag. Toji clears his throat before he crosses his arms.

“I’ll give you a minute to leave.” Toji says while Megumi walks over to you. Toji made it clear to the toddler that he can’t go near the water without an adult present, and since neither of you seem to go to the water, Megumi walks over to you while his father deals with the stranger.

“Or what?” Satoru questions. Satoru isn’t exactly scared by the man that looms over him. Still, Toji is intimidating. You’re not paying much attention to them as Megumi puts his hand near your ear, about to whisper something to you,

“Let’s go to the pool.” Megumi whispers, causing you to laugh. You’re not paying attention to the interaction that’s happening next to you, until Satoru stands up.

“Leave her alone.” Toji demands, but Satoru isn’t listening. He doesn’t take orders from anyone.

“Do you want to do something cool before that?” You ask Megumi, picking him up from the floor and walking away from the men. You know Toji would want to put sunscreen and the floaties on the kid before letting him play in the water, so you decide to play in the sand with Megumi while Toji deals with your old friend.

“What? Is she your little girlfriend or what? It hasn’t even been a year since her husband died and she’s here with… Some guy.” Satoru says, and Toji realizes that he isn’t just some stranger. But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s bothering you.

“I told you to leave her alone. Leave or I’ll knock your teeth out.” Toji threatens. “She’s my sweet neighbor, and trust me, I’ll be upset if you ruin her beach day.”

“Neighbor?” Satoru questions. Satoru ends up deciding that he loves his teeth, and that he came to the beach to relax and clear his head not get into a fight with a stranger, so he decides to walk away. When Satoru leaves, you pick up Megumi who was having fun slapping the sand.

Toji doesn’t question anything when you’re back in front of him. He bends down and gets the floaties for his son. He puts them on Megumi and begins to blow air into them, while you grab  your swimsuit and go to the bathroom to change as well.

The entire time, Toji’s eyes are on you. While you play with Megumi in the water, when you take a moment to lay down in the sun, when you go to a nearby shop to eat something. You can tell he likes the way the swimsuit looks on you, and he’s barely trying to hide it. It flatters you, but you’re also wondering if you should’ve chosen something more modest.

Around six almost seven in the afternoon, you’re packing up your stuff, getting ready to go. Megumi is sleepy after accidentally getting salt water in his eyes so many times in the day. Additionally, Megumi usually has a nap time which was skipped today. Megumi went to hug you, and he didn’t let go as he began to fall asleep.

“My back is burning.” Toji comments, and you chuckle.

“You should’ve let me put sunscreen on your back.” You respond. You watch him put on a shirt, and you almost pout when he does so. But you’ve been appreciating him for the entire afternoon. Toji glances at you and at Megumi.

“Do you want me to take him off your hands?” Toji questions, watching Megumi’s head rest on your shoulder. You hold him, and you try to stand up. “He just hugged you and ended up glued there?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle. “I do want to put on some clothes before getting into the car.”

You give Megumi to Toji before grabbing your bag and walking to the bathroom. Toji looks down at the toddler and smiles. He’s been planning this beach day for months, just thinking about his baby boy playing in the sea. 

Megumi had a lot of fun, playing around in the water with you, then deciding to play with the sand. It’s fair to say that Megumi had fun in the sea that he calls a pool. Toji takes a seat on the sand as he looks at the pinkish sky. He smiles, just appreciating everything. He finds himself grateful that he decided to invite you. Megumi wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun if it was just him.

He kisses the top of Megumi’s head, while his hand runs up and down the toddler’s back. The beach slowly becomes empty as people decide to go back home. This is one of the best times to be at the beach, and if it weren’t for the fact that he has to work tomorrow, he’d stay a little longer. He also has to make sure you get home early enough so you’re not completely tired at work tomorrow.

You walk back to them, and take a seat next to Toji. He looks over at you, and he tries to smile but it comes off as horrible. You chuckle. “Thank you for inviting me. I had fun.”

“I’m glad you came along.” He says. “I’m really grateful to you.”

“Really?” You question, a bit surprised at his words.

“Yeah.” He says. “You’re really helping me with Megumi. So much. And all because I carried a mattress up to your apartment.”

“Well to be fair, I couldn’t have done it with you… And I might need you to get it out of my apartment.” You tell him, and he ends up laughing. You both look at the sunset.

“Is there any way I can repay you for all you’re doing?” Toji asks, as he thinks about how yesterday his son woke you up and you still brought the stuffed animal over to him. Megumi is growing extremely fond of you.

“Maybe we can come back to the beach when summer comes again.” You answer. “And stay till the sunset is over.”

“Deal.” Toji says. You stick your pinky out and put it in front of his face. Toji can’t help but think about how childish it is, but he still intertwines his pinky with yours.

“The sunset is beautiful.” You tell him, your eyes unable to tear away from the beautiful sky. It reflects on the ocean, and it’s truly one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen. Simple moments like these make you glad that you’re still alive.

“Yeah.” He agrees. He can’t remember the last time he watched a sunset, and he forgot how much he loved them. Yet as he sits he can’t help but think, “I’m worried about the sand and the car though.”

“I think you’ll be fine.” You can’t help but smile, “I’ll help you clean it up.”

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L would be a pretty good dad, granted he’d be too busy with his work to be around his kids often but I feel he’d do anything to keep them happy and safe💕💕

hey girl could i get L x pregnant wife reader? like they pregnant with his kid, i don't even want kids but i got hella baby fever 😭

babydoll of course!!! this it literally me when i’m like kids? in this economy? oh but their giggles and the shoes and awwwwwwww

Even though L knows the facts and has already done extensive research on pregnancy and things to do with it, this is one of the only times you can catch him re-doing it.

He’s searching up which chemicals balance your hormones, how quickly children’s feet grow, what natural supplements help with nausea. He knows a lot of the information that he gets provided but it feels nice to just be sure he’s doing it right.

He has no fucking idea what he’s doing. He’s scared that he’ll be a bad father, he’ll be a bad lover to you and that somehow, somewhere along the way, he’ll damage his kid.

So he’s double checking the labels on everything you eat, stacking pillows when you can’t massage you and always, always making sure you feel okay. He’s doing all he can right now to be the best he can be. The slightest twitch of your cheek or murmured groan and he’s dropping his work like it’s a overheated Hot Pocket and rushing over to you.

“Are your feet sore? Is your stomach feeling better? Did you drink the citrus herbal tea Watari left out for you?”

“Babe, babe! I’m fine, it’s just my back. This thing is getting heavy.” You laugh and tap your belly softly with your knuckles.

“Would you like a massage?”

You kiss both his cheeks then his lips. “Go back to work, I’m fine. Go save the world! We’ll be okay, I promise.” and with that, you waddle out of there in the fuzzy slippers he bought you, leaving a dopey grin on his face.

You’re completely unaware that you’re his world. His strong moral code and sense of justice and ego and all of that aside, you’re the most important thing to him and some billionaire getting burglarized could never matter as much as your comfort.

And even though he knows that the baby probably can’t hear him, he still talks to them all the time. His hands cradle your tummy, his eyes wide and watching for any sign of a kick as he recites poetry. He never says anything negative around you anymore because what if his baby can hear?

He speaks only of the goodness he fights for on the daily. He holds your belly and murmurs about love, laughter, good cake, dancing, sunshine, family, warm baths. He dotes on both of you, completely wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t obvious before you got pregnant, the amount of love he holds for you sure is now. He just needs you to be okay and happy because if you are, he is.

Sure, L is a busy guy and sometimes his work distanced him from his relationships but if he had to retire right now and hand over the L legacy to Near, he would do it in a heartbeat just to be with you and his lovely baby.

Friendship at it’s peak lmao~ If your friends don’t wanna have fun at ur expense are they really your friends???

These guys are so cruel to each other 🤣

Source: Mamoru’s Our Pre-Nuptial Nightmare Epilogue

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Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 2] Daycare

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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On Sundays you tend to sleep in, however, this time you wake up very early in the morning, and the first thing you do is go to the pharmacy to get a morning-after pill. You don’t worry too much about getting pregnant since when you were trying to conceive with your husband, you never succeeded. Still, you’d rather be safe than sorry even if you get weird looks from the cashier.

And for the rest of the day, you run some errands, going to places that have air conditioning so you’re not so hot. But around four you have no more errands to run, in fact, you have to do some chores at home which you’re dreading. One of them being laundry. You have to get your clothes and go to the laundromat that isn’t even a five minute walk from your apartment, but it’s way too hot to walk out with a laundry basket. You don’t need any more exercise for the day, but that doesn’t stop the fact clothes are piling up, and tomorrow is your first day of work so you need clean appropriate clothes.

So you’re exiting your apartment, holding your laundry basket with one hand, holding it against your hip while your free hand locks the door shut. When you finally get it shut, you turn and find your neighbor who’s opening the door to his apartment. You aren’t sure whether to address him or ignore him. Sure, you’re picking up his son tomorrow and taking him to daycare, but maybe he doesn’t want you to say anything to him today, things would be too awkward. 

You look down at the child that tries to hide behind his father when he spots you. Sure, you bought him ice cream, but he still doesn’t know you. You still smile at him, seeing that he’s peeking to get a glance of you. 

“Hey…” Toji awkwardly speaks up. Usually he doesn’t have to speak to the woman after a one-night-stand, but he doesn’t have that liberty here for many reasons. First and foremost, you’re his neighbor. Secondly, you’ll be taking his son to daycare and giving him a discount. He can’t simply ignore you, quite the opposite, he has to make sure you’re happy with him. He notices the laundry basket and asks, “Do you need help with that?”

“You’ve been working, it’s fine. Thank you.” You smile at him and before you can walk away, minding your business, he speaks again.

“It’s fine. I can drive you to the laundromat.” He offers, and you take a moment to think about it. But you see the boy who’s clearly hiding from you, and you decide it’s best to decline the offer. Tomorrow will be a big day for him, so it’s best for him to rest and whatnot before tomorrow.

“It’s fine. It’s not too far from here. Plus, Megumi probably wants to be home.” You tell him, giving him a weak smile before walking away. You walk away, not giving him a chance to say anything else. You come to regret declining his offer when you feel the hot sun on you, and you’re sweating once again while walking to the place. 

Halfway through the walk, you hear honking which spooks you, causing you to jump up a little. You turn around to see a black sports car, although it looks a bit old. You’re definitely surprised as the car slowly comes to a stop. The window rolls down and you’re even more astonished to find your neighbor inside. The car is definitely too expensive to be owned by him, but then again he’s a mechanic, he probably was able to buy a beat up car and then fix it. 

“Let me take you there.” Toji says, and you sigh, pretending to be annoyed even though you’re certainly glad that he’s here. You roll your eyes to add to the act before opening the backseat door. You put your laundry basket down, waving at Megumi who sits in his backseat on the other side. You shut the door then walk to the passenger’s seat, opening the door and entering the car. You put on the seatbelt, although it seems unnecessary since within a minute you’re parked in front of the place.

“Thank you, Fushiguro.” You tell him, and you look at Megumi, waving at him, “And thank you, Megumi.”

“No problem.” Toji responds, and you open the door and exit the car, then open the backseat door to grab your laundry basket. While Toji looks back at his son through the rearview mirror. “What do you say, Megumi?”

“You’re welcome.” Megumi mutters, crossing his tiny arms. You chuckle before shutting the backseat door. You wave at Toji as you walk away, smiling at him.

You certainly weren’t expecting that. Additionally, you weren’t expecting for him to pick you up two hours later. Although you didn’t talk much, you certainly appreciated the gesture.

At five in the morning you’re knocking on Toji’s door. You patiently wait outside the door for around five minutes before you knock again, much harshly this time. In two minutes the door opens, and you see your shirtless neighbor with messy bed hair and eyes that can barely stay open. He yawns before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick up Megumi.” You inform him and his eyes quickly shoot open. He looks at the clock and then raises a brow. It’s way too early. “At five in the morning?” He questions and you nod in response. Toji ends up sighing, walking back inside to wake up the sleeping child. While he does so, Toji yells, “You can come in!”

You step into the place, and you look around. It’s nice and cool, that’s what you like. What you don’t like is that even in the darkness you can tell it’s messy. You try not to judge, instead you try to focus on Toji, who you hear is saying, “C’mon, buddy. It’s time to wake up.”

You’re lucky you decided to come early, because you knew this would happen. Although it is your fault for not telling Toji that you obviously have to leave early since you’re working there, not just dropping off a kid. 

“Megumi, c’mon.” Toji keeps trying to wake up the kid, until he finally sits up. Toji is surprised to see that it’s so difficult for the kid to wake up when every morning he’s wide awake around this time. Ready to annoy the shit out of Toji– Oh but Toji loves that kid more than anything and anyone in the whole wide world. “Sorry, this is gonna take a while. I’ll drive you two there.”

“No worries, I came early because I forgot to tell you the time.” You tell him. He’s grateful that he doesn’t have to rush so much, still he’s groggy because he had to wake up so early. He walks with Megumi to the bathroom, and you decide to turn on the light. You can even see more mess than before, but you know Toji is a single father, or at least that’s what it seems to be. 

You put your hands in your pockets as you look around the place. Looking at the futons that are in the place, right next to each other. The little dresser that is overloaded with clothes, the top of it dusty. There’s a singular picture frame at the top, but you stand too far away to be able to tell what the photo is. 

You’re about to pull out your phone, but Toji walks out of the bathroom, holding Megumi’s hand. “What do you want for breakfast? Cereal?”

“Yes.” Megumi responds, watching as his father looks through the drawers to pick out an outfit for his first day.

“Do you want me to prepare that for him?” You ask Toji, in a rush. You don’t have all day, plus it’s your first day. You can’t show up late today of all days. 

“Yes, please.” He responds, and you look for the box of cereal. Once you have it, you put it down on the counter then look for a bowl. Looking for a bowl is much harder than you imagined because every time you open up a cabinet, almost every plate falls on you. But you finally get a blue bowl, and you put it down. You serve the cereal, before opening the fridge and getting the milk. You hear Toji yelling at Megumi while you pour the milk.

“You know how to put on pants! Stop being so difficult today.” You hear the child complain at his father’s words, and you want to laugh but at the same time you really don’t like the way Toji talks to his child. You’re not going to tell him how to parent, after all, you don’t have any kids therefore your opinion is invalid. “Okay, go eat breakfast.”

Toji clearly gives up because when the child walks over to get his breakfast with his shirt and his diapers, which reminds you, “Do you have a little backpack for him?”

“Oh yeah. I’m still potty training him so–” Toji begins to look for the backpack that has his stuff. An extra change of clothes, diapers and some snacks for the kid. “He’s learning but occasionally he has accidents.”

“Thank you.” Megumi mutters as he takes the bowl from you. He walks back to his futon to take a seat and eat his food.

“I should probably start making his food.” Toji says, walking to the kitchen. 

“You should probably start getting ready if you are dropping us off. They give him food.” You inform him. 

“They’re not expecting him though, are they?” Toji questions, and you’re still staring because he’s still shirtless. Your face is getting warm, and you look away.

“I emailed them on Saturday night after you left.” You tell him, and the man’s face slowly turns pink. He clears his throat before a weak thank you leaves his lips. “It’s so soon but they said they’d make a spot for him.”

“Okay, thank you.” Toji responds. He still walks to the kitchen to make lunch for his son, making sure he has something just in case Megumi doesn’t like the food offered to him. You won’t bother though. “You can take a seat… Anywhere you’d like.”

“Thank you.” You respond, however, you remain standing. You make sure you don’t stand in Toji’s way since there isn’t much space for him to walk. Your eyes wander, unsure of what to do, until you think to ask, “When do you have to go to work?”

“Eight.” He answers. He still has some time for him to kill, so it’s likely he’ll drop you off then come back to sleep some more. He also has the chance to do some chores so the place isn’t all that messy. Although he probably doesn’t care about it. You don’t care anyway, the place is liveable and not a hazard to Megumi, the place is bound to be somewhat disorganized considering Megumi’s age and the fact Toji lives alone taking care of a toddler full time. “I’m not slowing you down, am I?”

“I think we’ll be fine. Although it’d be nice if you did hurry up.” You reply, and he works faster than before. You’re doing him a favor and he can’t repay you by making you late to your first day of work. 

Within ten minutes, everything is ready, except Megumi. He finished eating his breakfast, but he’s still only wearing his diaper. You both know that Megumi can’t just exit the place like this, but Toji is too tired to put up a fight with the child. You walk over to the child and crouch down so you’re face-to-face.

“Hey, Megumi. I know you don’t know me, but we’re going to be spending some time together.” You begin, unsure of how to start it off. You’re an expert at bribing kids, but it seems that after some time off you’ve lost your magic. “We’re going to go somewhere fun, so you need to put on your pants.”

That doesn’t seem to convince him though. You look at Toji and then at Megumi before it finally comes to you, “You like chocolate don’t you?”

“Yes.” He mutters, slowly nodding his head. 

“Well, don’t tell your daddy but… If you put on your pants, I’ll give you some chocolate.” You tell him, and he thinks about it for a second before deciding that what you’ve offered is a great deal. So Megumi puts on his pants, and you’re all finally ready to leave to go to the daycare.

Toji drives you to the place, parking outside to be able to drop off his son. You enter the place and the woman at the front desk immediately recognizes you, and then she looks at Toji, and at little Megumi. The woman smiles, “So nice to see you here. I knew you’d get the job.”

“So nice to see you too.” You respond with a smile. She then smiles at Toji and at Megumi.

“You must be Mr. Nanami and the youngest Nanami.” She says, making Toji furrow his eyebrows because you didn’t introduce yourself as Nanami. You feel your face get warm and you clear your throat.

“Toji is my ex-husband. He’s Mr. Fushiguro.” You inform her, and she hums and slowly nods in response. Toji has questions, but he can’t ask them right now. Instead he crouches down and kisses the top of his son’s forehead. 

“I’ll pick you up later, okay? You’re going to have so much fun, Megumi. Stay on your best behavior, buddy.” Toji tells the kid, who’s a bit confused as to what this is. If anything bad happens, Megumi is blaming you since you’re with him and his father right now. Toji makes sure to give Megumi a very tight hug, leaving the child nearly breathless. Toji stands up, giving you a weak smile and waving at you before he begins to exit the building. Megumi begins to follow him, but you stop him, grabbing Megumi’s backpack to hold him back.

“Megumi, your daddy will come pick you up later.” You tell him, and Megumi looks back at you, and then back at his father who gets smaller and smaller with every step he takes. Megumi’s bottom lip quivers, and his eyes become watery. The lady at the front desk is probably staring you down, wondering why your son is crying for his dad. “I know you love him, honey, but he has to go to work. He’ll pick you up later. You’ll be able to play with other kids your age for the whole day.”

“Daddy!” He yells, extending his arms and opening and closing his fists. You feel the sweat running down your forehead. You turn your face to look at the front desk lady, a sheepish smile on your face,

“He’s very attached to his father.” 

At six, Toji is inside the building, ready to pick up his son. You’re both ready to leave, and Megumi goes running to his father when he sees the man. The whole day, Megumi sat in a corner, refusing to socialize with anyone else. He stopped crying quickly, but he shut himself off. Toji’s eyes light up when he sees his son, and he kneels down to receive his son’s warm hug.

“I missed you, buddy. How was your day?” Toji asks, picking up his son from the floor and beginning to carry him to the car. You wave at the lady in the front desk before you begin to follow behind them. You hear Megumi say,

“I don’t wanna come back, daddy.” Toji laughs. You want to laugh as well, although you’re a bit worried. But you can see that he’s clearly attached to his father, so it’s only a matter of time for Megumi to get used to it. He’ll get a new friend and suddenly he’ll be so excited to come to daycare, even if he is separated from his father. 

“Why not? I’m sure everyone was nice. Isn’t that right, Ms. Nanami?” Toji turns to look at you. He’s been thinking about why he was referred to as Mr. Nanami, and felt like lying about your name is something so absurd. You feel your face get warm and you clear your throat before telling him.

“Everyone was very nice.” You answer. Toji begins to put Megumi in his carseat, and you wait outside the car. When he shuts the backseat door and you speak, “Fushiguro… Please don’t refer to me as Nanami.”

“Why–” He begins but stops himself. He shakes his head before he opens the driver’s side door. You get into the car as well. He turns the car on and looks at his son through the rearview mirror and asks, “So tell me more about your day.”

There wasn’t much for Megumi to say. He just sat in the corner, at least that’s what you heard. You were placed with children that are even younger than Megumi because that’s where they needed the extra help, and of course you can’t ask to be transferred to another age group just yet. They’re observing you since you’re new to the job, they’ll obviously deny a request so soon, you just hope that a teacher wants to switch soon enough.

“Give it a week and he’ll have more friends than you.” You joke, and it makes Toji laugh. He sure can’t wait till his little boy boasts about his new friends. “He’s just really attached to you. He was missing you all day which didn’t let him socialize.”

“Awe, is that true?” Toji asks, and he sees Megumi’s arms are crossed. He loves his father, but he won’t admit it so easily. Toji can’t help but laugh at the reaction. “I love you, stinky. I missed you all day too.”

After a very long day, you lay down in a hot room, trying to fall asleep. By this weekend you’re supposed to finally have air conditioning, and that doesn’t feel close enough. By the time you get the air conditioning installed, you doubt you’ll need it. After this week, the weather will cool down as October approaches.

You’re so tired, yet the sweat that runs down your body doesn’t allow you to fall asleep. You nearly jump up from your bed when you hear a knock on your door. You immediately think of Toji, and you’re proven right when you open the door. No other neighbor has attempted to introduce themselves, so you doubt that they will any time soon.

“Hey, Fushiguro.” You smile at him, and he looks you up and down. The same way he did on Saturday. But this time he knows better because the last thing he wants is to begin a relationship with you. You’re doing him a favor, and he can’t afford to fuck that up by thinking with his dick again.

“Did you just take a shower?” He asks, and he immediately bites his tongue. You still don’t have air conditioning, so it’s obvious that you’ve been sweating. “Sorry. I’m just here to thank you for everything.”

“It’s no problem… Is there anything else or was that all?” You question, knowing that a thank you is so trivial and clearly not important enough to come knocking at your door. You wait for a second while he gathers his thoughts before you know. “It’s about the Nanami thing, isn’t it?”

“I am confused about that… You introduced yourself with another last name but…” He doesn't want to sound accusatory so he slows his speech to try. Many ideas run through his head, but he won’t spew them out in case you get offended. You lean against the door frame, just staring at him, and he waits for you to speak up.

“Are you a widower, Fushiguro? From what I’ve seen, you and Megumi live alone.” You completely change the topic and focus on him. He nods, and gets rather irritated by the question, but he knows better than to say anything about it. “I’m a widow, and I have his last name on the majority of my legal documents.”

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” Toji’s cheeks turn a pink shade, feeling like a complete fool for even asking the question. He was rightfully curious, but he definitely feels as if he’s overstepped a line. 

“You were bound to know. As long as you don’t make it weird.” You respond, an awkward chuckle leaving your lips. “I’d invite you in for a drink, but we both have to work tomorrow. Also I’m expecting Megumi to be completely ready tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah… Good night.” Toji tells you. He bites his bottom lip as he begins to walk away. You shut the door and walk back to your bed, thinking about Toji and his late-wife. So many questions begin to run through your head, but you tune them out fast.

You don’t care about the neighbor all that much, you have bigger problems in your life.

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