Peach U Should Absolutely 100% Share That Nanami Thought

peach u should absolutely 100% share that nanami thought

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sugar daddy!nanami x babysitter!fem reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni (this blog is 20+ of follows)

➳ tags: single dad nanami; porn with little plot; nipple play; pussy drunk nanamin; oral (female receiving); overstimulation; squirting; mentions of cum; dirty talk ➳ n: don't ask about my mental state when I wrote this.

nanami hasn't been intimate with a woman in two and half years. so, of course, he can’t help but be in a constant state of heat when he’s around you in such close quarters. his last relationship was serious enough for him to invest in an engagement ring, but a surprise pregnancy ultimately turned his life upside down. one minute he was ready to start a family, and the next he found himself abandoned by his partner who left him to raise his son all by himself.

nanami didn't have time to process the devastation of that experience with a toddler to worry about. instead, he buried himself in his work and channeled all his focus on raising yuji. he absolutely adored being a father to his bubbly little boy, but he knew that he couldn't keep relying on his parents to take on the extra pressure as he juggled between his very successful career and fatherhood.

you were a part time babysitter, but a godsend to nanami.

hiring you proved to be the best kind of luxury he could afford, and the man was finally able to acknowledge that he was spreading himself far too thin. with you around, he managed to catch his breath for the first time in two years and the cherry on top was that yuji absolutely adored you.

of course, the arrangement worked out both ways.

you were strapped for cash after paying off your loans, and with the cost of living skyrocketing in the last couple of years, you knew you needed to take on a second job just to make ends meet. not only was nanami the sweetest employer, but he offered you a very generous salary.

the man isn't shy to admit that you brought a little light back into his life, as well as some peace and much needed quiet.

he found himself having more alone time during the weekends, especially on saturdays when yuji would stay by his grandparents and you were off from work.

that's when it dawned on him just how lonely he'd been all these years. he shouldn’t have been surprised that his dormant sexual appetite emerged once you came into the picture, and that he regularly began touching himself with the thought of fucking you in every position imaginable.

after one of his solo sessions, when your name escaped him in a broken grunt as he came all over his palm, a bold proposition crossed his mind…

…you've been doing such an amazing job with yuji, why not help fulfill his needs to?

he knew how much this could backfire if things turned sour, but nanami was also aware of your financial circumstances and decided that the risk was worth taking.

he treated the conversation professionally; along with a monthly salary, he offered to cover any and all of your expenses in exchange for you quitting your job and working exclusively for him.

he had "new terms" in regards to your position. you would continue taking care of yuji as usual, but every saturday would be dedicated to having scheduled "dates" with nanami. he was expecting a companionship, preferably one that was physical, but he wasn’t going to force you with anything you were uncomfortable with. you were to join him on any work or family trips, but he reassured you that you were allowed to take any personal breaks and holidays as you saw fit. he would be flexible with you just as long as you stick to the demands of the contract he drafted.

“can I think about it?” you asked him a little breathlessly, your cheeks scorching hot as you clenched your thighs tightly together in your seat.

“take whatever time you need,” he politely replied. “I want you to think it through”

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this pretty cupless corset top with the matching lace thong is the most expensive present you’ve ever received. the detail on the set itself is stunning, molding around your body like a piece of art. your skin is the canvas beneath the see through material, showing off the printed panels and lacy embroidered detailing.

nanami handed you the present just the night before as he walked you out the door.

“wear this tomorrow,” he whispered in your ear, smirking with amusement and anticipation.

you feel so exposed with your tits exposed out like this, hard nipples poking against the air as you watch your employer wrap his mouth over one of the tender buds.

you hiss as he swipes his tongue along the peak, nipping at the tip with his teeth before sucking gently. your thighs were still trembling from the orgasm he just delivered from this act alone, and you can feel your arousal stick to your inner thighs as it soaked through your underwear.

“ah-ah!” you whine, your lashes fluttering close as you arch your hips lightly against his pelvis. “nanami-san…”

it’s strange hearing yourself call out his name this way, the tone unfamiliar and foreign to your ears.

those strong, beautiful hands leave your waist and travel to your breasts. nanami squeezes your tits and drags his thumbs over the taut peaks as he places a kiss along the boning of your corset.

“I'd rather be inside you, but I haven’t tasted pussy in ages…” he admits shyly against your ribs, his mouth traveling further down to the space between your legs.

your thighs nearly snap close, but he sternly pinches your nipples to keep them spread.

“Such a pretty thing, I bet you taste like heaven ...” he contemplates, nuzzling his nose into your clothed crotch and breathing in the scent of your arousal. he swipes his tongue over the soaked material, his brown eyes turning hazy as he glances up at you from between your legs, "mmm, you really fucking do..."

your spine quivers from the vibration of his deep voice, and his vulgar choice of words. nanami releases his hands from your chest and proceeds to tug your underwear to the side while keeping one thigh nice and open for him.

he licks his lips at the dewy wet mess and groans.

"fuck, I could cum just looking you."

he places featherlight kisses over your clit, one after the other, until you sigh dreamily as your head fall backs against the pillow. he keeps you spread while his tongue massages over the sensitive button and parts your folds. he slurps, nips, and kisses to his heart's content - the tension knitting the front of his brows together from how your pussy intoxicates him.

he draws out another orgasm, his hand kneading your shaking thigh as your essence coats the lower have of his face. he can feel himself leaking through his boxers, so he ruts against the mattress to give himself some relief.

he moves to focus on just your clit, making noises as he lewdly sucks on the bud. his other hand finds your dripping hole, and he manages to slip two fingers inside with ease. he brushes his digits upward, the pads stroking over your gummy walls and turning your sensual moans into desperate little whimpers.

the pressure is unbearable; the tight coil around abandon an ache that you can't even stand. your hand threads between his golden strands, your manicured nails digging into his scalp which eggs him on even further. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your jaw goes slack when he touches just the right spot that has tears of relief falling down your cheeks.

your body spasms when your third orgasm trickles through you in an eruption, a gush squirting from between your legs and painting nanami's hand, forearm and neck.

"good girl," he grunts as he peppers kisses over your pubis and along your hip.

you're trembling as you readjust your position to sit up again. nanami finally shifts his body to sit upright, his knees on either side of your thighs. he pulls his dick out of his boxers and starts stroking his thick, veiny cock. you're panting to catch your breath, mouth slightly dry at the sight of the bulbous head.

"s-shit, I can't h-hold off any longer," he admits with a shaky voice, his heavy eyes locking on yours as he continues jacking off. "gonna have to cum on those beautiful tits, darling..."

you sheepishly reach one hand to tweak at your nipple to provoke him, "do whatever you want with me, I'm yours."

your sensual delivery tips him over the edge and with just a couple more strokes, he finally reaches his climax and shoots white ropes all over your chest.

you crawl up his body as he comes down from his high, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your tainted chest against his own strong torso. you brush your finger over his undercut, leaving a kiss along his jaw before murmuring against his lip: "was that good for you, nanami san?"

he grins as he reaches to grip the flesh of your rear, his lips closing the gap of space where he steals a messy, open mouthed kiss. "better than I expected, " he reassures as he nips at your bottom lip, careful not to confess that he's pined for this moment night after night.

hands on study and vanilla kiss are on my list

𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 & 𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 . . . ℐ𝐉𝐊 𝓢𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⤷ a nsfw series by from resident sweetheart, @yunymphs !!

❤︎ contents: love is in the air . . . or is it? it's hard to maintain relationships with hookup culture, and finding true love is rare these days, but you don't have to choose with them. our sweethearts and sneaky links will have always have a place for you.

❤︎ featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, & sukuna ryomen, fem! reader, ambiguous relationships, smut.

❤︎ note: MDNI, smutty content ahead! all works are for an intended 18+ audience, please monitor your content consumption for your own safety. updates on series will be prioritized over production of current works!

❤︎ from yuyu: thank you for all the support ive made on here for the past few months . i've made many new friends and a lovely community, and i hope this series is something you all enjoy !!

𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✘ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 your fiancé knows you're worried that you're not good enough for him. good thing he's comfortable with spending an hour eating you out to prove to you he's committed for life. how else will you believe him?

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ✘ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 baking cakes aren't easy, and your boyfriend doesn't make it any easier. you're two steps from being done, but the last thing you expected him to do was bend you over the counter before you were able to put the candles on.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✘ 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 your lover has always been a fan of keeping you busy, inside and outside of the bedroom, but this time, he’s got a little surprised planned for you that includes a set of white lingerie and a sex pill.

𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ✘ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 after a rough exam, your college academic rival figures he can teach you a thing or two. by teaching, you didn’t think he meant physically... especially in the bathroom during his own house party.

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ✘ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 trying to forget the tattooed man you fucked at a dingy bar a random night is getting more and more difficult as time goes on. nobody ever loved you like he did, and you might just have to go back for seconds— after pretending to be his girlfriend first.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ✘ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 he never thought that he’d find his solutions in sloppy one night stands and quickies. he’s glad that after a stressful day at work, you’ll always come to his beckon, no matter how late in the night— his own secretary.

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i have no time now but i must read it when i‘m home

'AND STILL, WE STAND' NANAMI KENTO: PART ONE

summary. as a girl, you spent a lot of time dreaming about southron princes. the only problem is…none of those dreams consisted of marrying king aegon’s bastard son. | wc. 2k+

cw/ tw. arranged marriage, political marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, bastard prince nanami, mentioned past relationships, princess reader, original characters, game of thrones au, intended for 18+ readers

an. enjoy what i've stalled posting. also daemon is not to be confused with hotd daemon. this is daemon blackfyre:3 reblogs are appreciated!

On the morning of his arrival, your mother helps you into your best dress, Tully blue with lace trim, and sits you down at your vanity to put pins in your hair—a hairstyle to match those of King’s Landing. Lady Alys of Riverrun is a soft, gentle woman whose love runs long and deep for her children, but there’s fire in her eyes that’d sway the fiercest dragon when she whispers, “Family, duty, honor. Remember that, my sweet.” 

Those words play a steady drum in your chest when you stand in the courtyard with the rest of your family, your younger brothers restless from the heat and excitement about meeting a Southron prince, that it’s almost contagious.

Only, when he steps off his horse to stand before you—a train of black and red banners flying high behind him and Prince Daemon at his side—is he nothing like the princes from the songs.

(Not that there are any songs about Kento Targaryen that the people sing.)

“Your Grace,” Lord Tully greets, bowing with a hand at his chest. “This is my daughter.”

Your thumb presses into your palm when the Prince’s eyes sweep over you, stomach knotting uncontrollably.

There should be more joy in this moment, more of the girlish thoughts about golden-haired princes that often consume you, more hope that your union isn’t a tragic one. But doubt silences it when the Prince doesn’t kiss your hand or shower you with praises about your beauty aside from pleasantries and a solemn expression made of stone—never have you seen a man look more like he’s about to meet the Stranger than his future lady-wife. 

“My lady.” His body is stiff, and his lips are thin. The words sound stilted and almost burdensome on his tongue, heavy with unspoken disdain.

No, he’s nothing close to what the stories say about charming men with beguiling smiles. He’s rude, and you find he’d send your heart hammering in your chest with his soft eyes and broad shoulders if he didn’t scowl so much and often.

(Because there are no smiles for you.)

Love will come in time; that’s what your mother told you.

But he hardly seems to like you.

The disappointment lodges in your throat, and you do your best to swallow around it. This, you know, has always been your fate: the oldest do not marry for love, so the youngest might get the chance to.

Family. Duty. Honor.

You will do as duty commands. You will marry in front of the people, cloaked in black and red, and give the Prince heirs, even if it is not how you dreamt it.

At dinner in the Great Hall, you hear all kinds of whispers.

He's hardly a dragon, the bolder ones say. Bastard, others whisper under their breath. And in less than a sennight, you’re meant to call him husband; a broody husband who’s spent the remainder of the evening quietly staring into his mug full of ale and refusing to acknowledge your existence beside him.

It’s unbecoming of a prince, and you try not to let your displeasure show by drawing in an uneasy breath and raising your own glass to your lips.

After a few refills of Arbor Gold, you attempt to find common ground, to be civil, to test the waters of what it means to be a dutiful wife.

“I hope you are enjoying Riverrun, my lord.”

Kento’s fingers thrum along the table. “It’s not the capital.”

You purse your lips, hands bunching in your lap. “No, I imagine not. It smells better here, I should think.”

His mouth twitches, but there’s little humor behind it.

“You can call me by my name,” he tells you. “We’re to be married, after all.”

“Of course…Kento.” 

His name feels odd on your tongue, too intimate for what’s or what’s not between you; a gap wider than the Narrow Sea, and you’re unsure how to cross it.

(For your family, you’ll try.)

“I’m aware this isn’t a love match,” you say in hopes of breaking the tension, careful not to let your voice carry to your brother Brynden sitting two seats down the table. “But I hope we can learn to be.”

A scowl returns to his face, deeper when he turns to you, mouth twisting like he’d eaten something sour.

“What do you know about love?”

(Whatever you expected him to say—it’s not that.)

You don’t think they’re words meant to hurt, but they smart just the same.

“More than a bastard,” you hiss, regretting it immediately. It’s no outstanding feat to figure out King Aegon isn’t the best father, although nobody is brave enough to breathe that truth into existence. And you managed to remind Kento of this in so few words.

“No, I’m sure bastards know nothing of it.” And then he’s gone, disappearing from the hall without waiting for you to find the right thing to say.

Since you spoke your vows before the Septon, he hasn't smiled once—not that your husband is known to smile—or said a word to you. It leaves you with little else to do other than to think about the kiss he gave you what feels like hours ago, his lips softer than the barbs they speak.

“With this kiss, I pledge my love.”

“And take you for my lady and wife.”

“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

It’s a wife’s right to think about her husband’s mouth if she wants and the look on his face after—dazed and somewhat rattled. He felt it, too; you know he did.

You’re careful not to touch your mouth afterward, but there’s a secret smile on your mother’s face during the feast as if she already knows.

(A kiss—you’re first outside of those on the hand from playing princess and knights as a girl—is much easier than talking because you’ve both become pretty good with sharp words.)

Besides the gruff declaration that there’ll be no bedding ceremony—the silent relief you’d felt about not having men rip at your skirts and carry you to your chambers—you watch your new husband brood in the corner from where you sit at the high table. His head nodding every so often to the Northern Lord at his ear.

You dance with your brothers to distract yourself, laughing when Brynden moves you around the dance floor with little grace and ruffling little Edmyn’s wild red hair when he tells you how beautiful you look in your silk dress.

“Can you believe I get to call a prince my brother?” he says, looking up from his feet to beam at you. “He said he’d teach me how to use a sword before you leave.”

“I’m sure Mother was pleased.”

He gives you a sheepish smile and stares at his feet again to count the steps. “I haven’t told her yet.”

“And your maester?”

He shakes his head.

You give a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Edmyn, what will we do with you?”

Another smile, this one wider. “Love me, I hope.”

“Always.”

There’s an ache in your chest for how much you’ll miss them, and you’re not even gone yet.

The next time you see your little brother, you wonder how much will have changed. He’ll probably be six, ready to practice the sword, almost tall enough to reach your chin, or eight and ten, and you’ll be dancing with him at his own wedding, both your brothers men grown. King’s Landing isn’t far from Riverrun, but that’s your home now; Targaryen first, Tully second.

You keep the quiver from your smile for Edmyn’s sake and let him twirl you around the dance floor one more time before you reclaim your seat at the high table. 

Alone, again. A new lord at your husband’s ear.

“I’d ask you to dance, but your feet must be tired by now,” a voice says beside you. Your head whips toward the sound, a tangled mix of curiosity and trepidation at finding Prince Daemon looking amused with his hip leaning against Prince Kento’s empty chair and watching the crowd twirl along the dance floor. Everyone seems to be enjoying the wedding festivities more than their newlywed prince and princess. 

A porcelain smile slips onto your face. “Apologies, Your Grace. Perhaps before the night ends.”

He waves a hand and takes a seat. “I doubt my brother would be too happy about me dancing with his pretty bride before he’s had a chance to do so himself.”

“He’d have to ask me first.” The words are out of your mouth before you give them much thought. Eyes round, heat instantly flushes to your face. “I’m sorry—”

Daemon shakes his head with laughter, though it does little to ease you.

“Don’t worry about my brother. He’s just upset.”

You purse your lips, knowing he’s secretly eyeing your every move, eager for weakness where you hope he finds none. “I’m sorry, your Grace?”

“Didn’t he tell you about the beautiful Highgarden rose who stole his heart?”

(What do you know about love?)

Something like jealousy swirls in your gut. “No. He hadn’t.”

He looks every bit like a dragon when he flashes an all too-sharp grin your way. “You should have seen him when he learned he was arranged to marry a little fish from the Riverlands.”

“Well, he agreed to this union, hadn’t he?”

“He did,” Daemon says. “Give him time, and maybe he’ll think of you instead when you fu—”

“Daemon.”

Your husband appears behind his brother, face unreadable. 

“Oh, little brother. I was just getting acquainted with my new sweet sister.”

“I’m sure you’ve achieved boring her instead,” he says gruffly, asking you for a dance in the same breath.

Daemon tips his wine glass toward you before you walk away. “Perhaps I’ll get that dance later, after all.”

Kento’s hand tightens around your waist, mouth pressed into a thin line.

No, he won’t. It’s unspoken, but it’s there in the way he leads you through two songs with a watchful eye on his brother. He only loosens his grip when Daemon takes an interest in a serving girl with long blonde hair and disappears from the Great Hall with her moments later.

“What did my brother say?”

You narrow your eyes, feeling your jaw clench.

“Nothing a lady should repeat.”

(What do you know about love? You want to ask the same question, but you’re fearful of his answer.)

A soft breath leaves him. “You shouldn’t listen to the things he says. He only means to get a rise out of people. He’s done it since we were boys using sticks for swords.”

It’s an olive branch you don’t take, your head still spinning with bits and pieces about a beautiful woman from somewhere in the Reach, though not enough to fill the blanks.

“So there isn’t a High Garden rose you’d rather be dancing with than me?”

His steps falter, and he looks away. “He shouldn’t have told you that.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“That isn’t his story to tell.”

“But it’s the truth,” you insist because you’re a glutton for punishment.

“What does it matter now?” he gets out roughly, meeting your eyes finally. “I’m married to you, aren’t I?”

You needn’t have asked the question, for the answer is written all over his face.

(More than a bastard. No, he might know a few things.)

For his heart will never be yours.

Pay it no mind

Part III

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself.

Previous: Part I, Part II

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Ikeda Haruki and you had met while you were in high school, although he did not attend Jujutsu Tech. In fact, he did not know anything about the jujutsu world or curses, the reason being that he was a non-sorcerer.

“Oh, I see… So you think they discontinued it?” Haruki looked at the products you had been holding just a couple minutes ago, touching his chin with his finger.

You shrugged. “I think so. This is the third store I try, and they just don't have it” He had asked you if you lived nearby, to which you had admitted that you did not, but your search for a certain shampoo brand had led you to that particular store.

He had laughed, but still said he totally understood, and that he would also search all of Tokyo for his favorite tea if it ever disappeared.

That made you laugh a little. “It’s not quite the same.”

You had forgotten how easy it was to engage in conversation with Haruki. That is how you quickly learned that he had only returned to Tokyo a couple months ago but was becoming a regular at that store; that he had spent some time abroad, but he had come back for work and now lived alone; and that he was sorry he did not do more to stay in touch with you.

The sun was setting when you exited the store and were about to part ways with Ikeda. The shine in his eyes reflected the colors of a sunset sky and, although nothing like the shades of blue you had grown to love, his gaze made you nostalgic for a time, years ago, when you were younger, and your hearts were probably lighter.

“Would it be okay if I asked for your number?”, Haruki’s face showed just a bit of embarrassment, “I’m not trying to be creepy!”, he blushed and laughed nervously as you smiled. He was still as charming as you remembered him. “It’s just that it is nice finally seeing a familiar face. I’m sorry if that sounds…”

“No, I get it”, you interrupted him. “Things must feel different after being away for so long. I would love to catch up sometime.” You put out your phone to get his number.

***

“Don’t you dare mix your sweets with my popcorn, Satoru!”, you warned him from your small kitchen.

It had been almost two months since Gojo had rejected you, but your friendship had somewhat returned to normal. Of course, there had been weird moments between you two, like when he would mindlessly drop an arm around your shoulders and lean too close to your face, or when he would fix your uniform or try to feed you something sweet. Those things had been just part of your usual dynamic weeks ago, but now, he would back off a bit, sometimes even before seeing your flustered face.

Now, he would do his best to just point out you needed to fix the button of your jacket and put a sweet in your hand instead of taking it straight to your lips. You did not know, but he had resolved in his heart that, if he could not give you a clear answer, at least he did not want to give you any mixed signals.

You carried the drinks to the living room and sat next to Gojo. “Are we really going to eat all of that?”, you observed the variety of food in front of you that Satoru had brought and unpacked.

“You underestimate us.” He smirked and put his arm around you. He was trying, truly, but old habits die hard.

“We are going to have a hell of a stomachache after this.” You sighed and scooted closer to him. Old habits really die hard. “So, what are we watching first today? I think it is your turn to pick.”

It was usual for you and him to meet at one of your places every once in a while, to have a movie marathon and eat as much as you humanly could. Albeit unsaid, both of you were glad you were not giving up that tradition despite the events of the last few weeks.

“That one where the kid dies at the end.” He shoved a bunch of popcorn in his mouth

You glared at him. Satoru was a movie enthusiast but also a walking spoiler alert.

***

2:47 am

Your eyes opened and adjusted to your poorly illuminated living room. You had fallen asleep at some point during your third movie and judging by the position you and Satoru were in, he had been deeply asleep for a while too.

“Satoru”, you whispered. “Hey, wake up. Your neck is gonna hurt if you stay like that.”

His sunglasses had fallen off his face, so he recognized your ceiling immediately. Had he dozed off? His arm tightened slightly around your waist, and he looked at you.

“We fell asleep.” Your face had been pressed to his chest, but you were moving his arm away to sit up, your eyes on the tv screen showing the credits of the movie you had probably not finished watching. He looked at them too; his neck was a bit sore. “What time is it?”, he asked.

You stretched before reaching for your phone. “Almost 3:00 am. We should head to the bedroom”, you yawned.

Now that woke him up. “The bedroom?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You are staying, right? But you cannot take the bed if you don't want the futon this time.” It was not a big deal that he stayed. After all, he would do it most times.

Since you did not have a guest room, he had insisted on getting a futon so he could stay over when he was 'too tired' to go home, although he would sometimes steal your bed and force you to take the futon instead because 'it was more comfortable' and 'best friend privilege'.

Of course, you had argued that he could just teleport home if he wanted, but he would put the futon in your bedroom anyway or in the living if it was a summer night and stay over.

“Right...”, he said.

It took you a second too late to realize that he might have thought it to be weird. Sleeping in the same room as him used to be one thing, but now would he not prefer going home?

"Alright." You nodded and went to the bathroom in a hurry to shake away any awkwardness.

Gojo felt relieved when you left him alone, hoping his expression had not been too revealing. He sat up straight and ran his fingers through his hair. His face felt hot, and what on earth had he imagined at the mention of your bedroom?

He thought of how close you had been just a moment ago and how easily he had relaxed and fallen asleep with you in his arms.

We fit perfectly. He smiled at that thought but immediately felt the urge to scold himself. What is wrong with me? We are friends.

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Note: Can you tell I enjoy picturing Gojo in denial?

Thanks for reading!

Next: Part IV

What satoru says while talking you through orgasm !!! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

cw: fem reader, praise, encouragement, mentions of squirting

“all this for me?”

"that's it pretty, let it all out."

"have another left in you? no? i think you do”

"such a good girl moaning like that"

“j-jesus fuck y’r tight—suckin—sucking’ me in too good honey.”

“what a sloppy little cunt.”

"keep feeling good for me sweetheart."

“n-need to feel you let go, baby. g’na squirt for me?”

“fuuuc-ck, yea jus’ like that.”

“ ‘s beautiful when you make a mess, ya know tha’ sweetheart?”

“wan’ more? use your words baby..”

“ atta girl, what a sloppy lil cunt.”

“BUT IM IN SO DEEP, YOU KNOW IM SUCH A FULL FOR YOU.”

choso kamo x reader.

warnings: very fluffy, implied height difference between reader and choso (he’s taller), KIND OF A DIFFERENT REALITY where everyone’s alive and well.

summary: in which, choso doesn’t like listening to those who aren’t close to him but he’d do a lot for you!

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choso was new to the whole “being a human” thing. he didn’t quite understand how humans interacted fully, especially around those they were interested in.

yuji has helped him get a better understanding of human interactions, telling him modern day, how to start a conversation and how to keep it going, and lastly, in yujis words the most important part, how to treat a woman you are attracted to. choso is very thankful for his brother and he knows his other brothers would’ve helped him the same way if they could.

so, small interactions between himself and those around him are very important to him. he’s also starting to realize how important you are to him aswell.

“hey, choso, can you give me that chocolate bar?” nobara yelled from her spot on the couch. yuji had invited a few of his close friends over, not realizing choso was going to be home (which meant he had to invite his teachers, he knows choso would be happy you were here though).

“i’m doing laundry for my brother, maybe megumi can grab it for you.” choso avoided her question, not really enjoying the fact she was so comfortable with ordering him around. megumi immediately held his hand up to shut up nobara as she went to ask him.

choso was not doing laundry, he was sitting on a couch with you sitting beside him, part of the reason why he didn’t want to get up and do anything for anyone. he’d rather be close to you than not.

“kamo! my favourite little man, can you lend me your time and grab those chocolate bars.”

choso’s eyes twitched at gojo’s words and his use of his last name as he let out a annoyed sigh, scrolling on the phone yuji had given him. he ignored the older man’s words and continued scrolling through instagram.

“hi.” you whispered to the man beside you, ignoring those around you as they talked loudly.

“hello.” choso’s voice was soft as he scanned your face, taking in how perfect you looked today.

“i don’t want to be a bother but can you maybe, please, help me grab some snacks for everyone in the kitchen?” you smiled softly at the man beside you, his attention directed to you immediately.

“of course.” choso spoke as he stood up surprisingly quick to help you, despite the fact he had brushed off many of those around him when they had asked him to do something.

you both began to walk to the kitchen, ignoring everyone’s banter.

“sorry, i just couldn’t figure out how to get to this thing.” you pointed towards a cabinet that had chips in it. it was too high for you to reach.

“no need to apologize. i’d do anything for you.” choso’s words came out on instinct. it took him a minute to realize how crazy he sounded after saying something like that to you.

his back was turned to you as he reached for the cabinet with shaky hands, obviously thinking about what he had just let slip out.

he failed to see how flushed you had become, a nervous laugh escaping your throat at his words.

you’d do the same for him, if you were able to reach the cabinet.

“oh! haha.” you said, stammering for words as choso turned to look at you with embarrassment evident on his face.

“i’m sorry, yuji told me i can’t just say words out loud like that.”

he began rambling, apologizing and trying to justify what he meant. you felt the same way, guess this is the right time to tell him.

“choso, i would do the same for you.”

“you would?” choso blinked at you with wide eyes as his head was tilted slightly in confusion, you almost cooed at the sight. he was so cute.

you moved closer towards him, looking around to make sure nobody was near the kitchen, thankfully you could hear everyone chattering in the living room still.

“yeah. of course.” you whispered, being so close to him you felt you didn’t need to talk loudly. he would listen to you no matter how loud or quiet you talked.

“your lips are pretty.”

your eyes widened at his words, now becoming flustered as his eyes flicked between your lips and your eyes.

choso was so nervous, he was just saying anything that came to mind!

you stared at him for a moment, debating on what to do.

you only had one thought on your mind, yet you didn’t want to let your nervousness stop you from doing it. the two of you being so close to each other made you sweat.

you have found choso endearing for a while but you were too afraid to voice your feelings as he seemed very closed off. one thing you learned about him, was he hated others giving him options or orders.

“can i kiss you?”

choso hated being given options or orders (see what i did there), he enjoyed the sound of this one though.

he stumbled over his words, choosing to just nod his head instead.

you leaned in, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him.

choso was in awe as he kept his eyes open for a second, closing them after feeling the touch of your lips against his.

his had made its way to your waist, while the other held your face.

the kiss felt so perfect to choso that he almost failed to remember you both had to breathe.

you pulled away with a pant as you looked at the flustered man infront of you.

his eyes were lidded as he panted, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

you grinned, feeling like a school girl with a crush.

“yuji told me that normally kissing means you take interest in the person… is that true?” choso shyly asked and you couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed the chips beside him.

“yes, it’s true, i’m very interested in you cho’. let’s get these snacks back out there, yeah?” you smiled happily at him and choso almost felt his heart stop.

“yeah.”

this interaction had certainly taught choso a few things.

he would do anything you asked him to do, he’s interested in you, and you’re interested in him too!

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a/n: ahhh this is so bad. anyways, i’ve never written anything for choso so this was a first! it was kind of cringey but let’s also keep in mind choso doesn’t get a lot of action like this before becoming “human” 😭

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