[ Gojo has known that Nanami was an omega since their school days, when there would come a time every few months when they'd have to all be separated from one another to keep each other 'safe' - one of Yaga's rules, he'd been sure, as if they'd all struggle with their self-control and pounce on one another like rabbits.
They do that now that they're adults, but that's hardly the point.
The thing is, Gojo can admit to being endeared by Nanami, in the same way that some people might enjoy poking a bear to see how it reacts. He gets blocked regularly enough, he has doors slammed on his face, scolding words boxing his ears, but he knows that if either one of them needed the other they would be there to offer support and a friendship that comes from years of fighting curses and dealing with the politics of jujutsu society. Sure, Nanami took a break, but the point is that he came back.
The point is that Gojo trusts him, as much as he trusts anyone with all the things that go on in his head, so when he creeps up behind the other man outside his apartment, he can do it with a smug little grin. He knows what he's doing, and he's aware that Nanami likely knows what time it is; Gojo's ruts are as regular as the seasons themselves, never sneaking up on him. Maybe it's a side effect of his Six Eyes, or maybe it's just something that happens when you're Satoru Gojo. ]
Nanami~
[ His lean body drapes over Nanami's shoulders from behind, one arm wrapping around his chest, not caring a lick about the fact that they're in public. He's warm to the touch, his blindfold in place as he nuzzles into his partner's neck, deliberate and obvious. ]
It's time to take care of your favourite senpai. Let me inside, won't you?
[ It would figure that Gojo would stalk him outside of his apartment because his rut arrived. Nanami isn't even that surprised when he feels an arm go around his chest and the familiar scent of his senior as he nuzzles into his neck. Hell, he doesn't even stiffen. He just unlocks the door to the front of his building and walks inside, assuming Gojo will follow along and not let himself be detached from Nanami so easily.
They've been doing this for a while now — hooking up with each other during heats and ruts. Ever since they were teenagers, sometime after Geto left, after Haibara died, that's when they started. Nanami even relied on Gojo for his heats when he left jujutsu society, when he was just a salaryman, and even as Gojo kept asking him to come back and he kept refusing, he still let Gojo warm his bed at night despite that. So this is all... old hat, in a way. He's not surprised by it and in fact, comforted a little by the routine.
Despite it all, they're not bonded. Nanami might smell like Gojo's omega and his nest definitely has Gojo's scent in it, but his neck is very much bare. They haven't really talked about it, about what either of them want, and with the constant threat of death that comes from being a sorcerer, being unbonded is probably better than bonded. Still, it's something that comes up sometimes in Nanami's thoughts, usually when he's laying with Gojo after being knotted and feeling particularly high on endorphins.
He'll lead Gojo towards the elevator, stopping his pace as they get there and just letting Gojo continue to hang off of him while he waits for the elevator to arrive. ]
You smell depraved. You're taking a shower once we get inside.
[ He can smell Gojo's rut already, how close it is, but just because he can smell it doesn't mean he's going to let Gojo do whatever he wants. No, shower first, prepare himself, and then he'll be allowed to touch Nanami. ]
[ Sometimes, Gojo does wonder if he ought to be a little nicer, a little kinder to Nanami, given how... Desperate he gets around these times, when his mind is focused on getting his knot squeezed rather than on what it might mean emotionally. He's more than capable of keeping control of himself, able to handle it alone if he has to, but the reality is that he and Nanami have been taking care of one another for so long that it almost doesn't matter what else is going on around them.
He knows he can rely on Nanami, just like he knows the omega can rely on him for when the heats get truly bad. There's a layer of trust between them that few others could understand, and maybe he likes it that way. He can be a little greedy and selfish sometimes, too.
Right now, the primal part of him is pleased the more he shoves his body into Nanami's, smug at the knowledge that they smell like each other, desperate to solidify that into something real. Neither of them had ever asked, had ever broached the question, but he'd thought about it enough times: how it might feel, to sink his teeth into Nanami's neck and claim him forever. What would threaten the two of them together? No one would dare try and come between him and his omega, after all.
The elevator takes its time, and it means Gojo can smirk, nuzzling into the other man's neck and wrapping an arm around his waist, to tug him back. He's already hard, grinding his cock into Nanami without shame, unconcerned with who might come across them. He can't be blamed: he's an alpha going into rut. People get it. ]
Nanami... Don't make me wait.
[ He's pouting, lips pressed to the warm skin of the other man's neck. ]
You like it when I smell like this. I bet you're getting all slick for me already.
[ It's still embarrassing, having Gojo grind into him like this in near public. Yeah, people get it, people can smell exactly why Gojo is being this shameless but this is still Nanami's apartment building, he still has neighbors here, he still has to look them in the eye. So, he makes a noise of discontent as Gojo continues to grope him and tries to focus.
But his body, traitor that it is, is starting to get slick at the scent of Gojo, at the feeling of him pressed against his ass and his lips against his throat. Unthinkingly, Nanami raises a hand to slide it into Gojo's hair, keeping him against his throat and combing his fingers lightly through the soft strands as his eyes watch the elevator number tick down to the first floor. ]
You could've called. Let me know to expect you.
[ Which would've helped, yeah, but on the other hand — Nanami's heat/rut tracker app absolutely did tell him that Gojo's rut was coming either today or tomorrow. He can't pretend he didn't know.
Thankfully, the elevator door opens then and it's blissfully empty inside, so Nanami curls his other hand against the arm Gojo has wrapped around his waist and drags him into the elevator like that. He presses for his floor then, a little frustrated that it's one of the higher up floors instead of being able to get there immediately. He's got Gojo's scent in his nose and his cock against his ass and that's testing even his self-control.
[ Because this wouldn't be the first time Gojo has just shown up inside his apartment. Though might be the first time he does with permission.
That's all he sends though before he gets off his ass and decides to get ready for Gojo to come over. To fuck. Because apparently that's a thing they're doing now. And if he keeps thinking about that picture Gojo sent him and his mouth waters a little, that's his own business.
He'll opt to take a quick shower then, stripping out of his suit and getting in the shower so he can scrub down the work day and have himself prepared for... whatever they're about to do. He still can't quite believe it, his own simmering attraction to Gojo brought right to the surface now with anticipation. Shit.
He'll probably either be still in or just getting out of the shower by the time Gojo arrives. ]
( 'let yourself in' is a text gojo's going to ss and keep for future use whenever he shows up again and again and again at nanami's apartment without permissions from now on. should've ended it with: 'one time use only, baby!'
naturally, gojo's going to make an appearance right as nanami's stepping out of the shower, right before he even gets to towel dry himself or try to cover up his important bits. this guy's obvious bulge this time is in his right cheek -- at least for the moment. gojo's sucking on a lollipop and he pulls it out with a loud resounding 'pop', licking at his lips, all slow, with purpose as he lets his gaze drop, staring at... )
Eh. Is Nanami Junior even awake there? ( he bends down a bit, tilting his head to the side as he inspects, stares, scrutinizes, but stops short of judging for right now. ) Tsk. ( he steps forward, lifting a hand up and nanami will feel that invisible barrier pushing him back against the wall. )
You know, I hate getting down on my knees... ( still, that's exactly what he does as he drops the candy in favor of grabbing hold of the man's dick, wrapping his ridiculously long fingers around it. gojo's already got the taste of sweet green tea in his mouth and now there's nanami's distinct flavor as he sticks his tongue out to lick at the head of his cock.
ah. he's sure not wasting any time, huh? did nanami want some kind of a discussion beforehand? just grip his fucking hair already. )
[ That is definitely something Nanami is going to feel a little despair about the next time Gojo shows up unannounced. This is his own damn fault.
But right now, it doesn't matter as much as what Gojo is actually doing. He didn't expect him to accost him right outside the shower so he's still dripping wet and a little off balance with everything. But then he's being pushed against the wall and Gojo's dropping to his knees and despite him — despite himself — he's absolutely getting hard at the sight.
So, yeah, Nanami Junior is waking up. ]
You really couldn't have waited until I at least left the bathroom?
[ Not to mention there's a sticky wet lollipop on his floor now. He knows he's going to have to clean that up later. There's a put upon sigh here but his hand will reach out to slide into Gojo's hair, gripping it just like he wants. He'll press himself upwards into Gojo's mouth as Gojo takes the head of his cock between his lips and he'll bite his lip, his cock swelling with arousal as he feels the wet tongue of Gojo's on the sensitive skin.
( of course he picked what's possibly the most disgusting location in nanami's entire apartment, but judging by his crisp suits, this guy is likely a clean freak. besides, he wanted to get down and dirty. this pants he's wearing though is going to be tossed in the trash unless nanami wants to provide dry cleaning services or something after getting his dick sucked.
how long has it been, really? it's pretty much what the smirk on his lips is saying as he leans back a little, teasing nanami with his thumb circling around that sensitive head before he puts his mouth to good use, taking him in from tip to mid-length to start with. don't wanna choke.
ah. as he's giving him this blowjob though, gojo's suddenly thinking about how he might have forgotten to tell ijichi that he can fuck off and go home. hm. he pulls his phone out from his jacket and sends a text, multitasking like a pro. )
[ it's been awhile since nanami's last had a proper break, she knows. which is why for his birthday, she'd asked him to take a week off, and had specially prepared a surprise for him. the newest book of his favorite series, and a week off at a luxurious resort by a nude beach on a cool, lovely day.
she'd laid out a large blanket for them both under a couple of massive umbrellas, ordered coconuts to be delivered (and they had!), and she's laying on her back beside her man, enjoying the day in her pretty new swimsuit. there's nothing on the schedule today, save for enjoying, swimming, and a beach party in the evening, and up until then, the day is theirs to do as they wish. ]
[ There is no one in the world who knows him as well as Tifa does, he thinks. Because for his birthday, she's given him everything he could want. Time off from work, a nice beach vacation, a good book. The resort even has an in resort bakery with some of the freshest bread he's been able to have. It's perfect, he loves it.
So, today while they're lounging on the beach, he's not thinking of much of anything. He's dressed in just a pair of swim trunks, one arm tucked under his head as a pillow and the other holding the coconut that was delivered to them while he drinks it. His book is in the bag to the side but he hasn't pulled it out yet, just soaking up the ambiance for now.
When Tifa asks about the book, he gives a soft hum and sets down the coconut before turning to her. He shifts to lay on his side, propping his head up with an arm and letting his eyes roam the expanse of her body, on offer to him. ]
It's good. Better than the last book already. Thank you for getting it for me, sweetheart.
[ she knows his work is a hellscape, no matter how good at it he is. she can tell in the moments before he sees her, in how he is when he thinks she isn't looking. the exhaustion is clear, and it doesn't take much for her to see how her beloved, incredibly introverted and stoic boyfriend desperately needs the time off.
he looks better now, more relaxed, more happy, and she smiles, her heart light as she shimmies close to cuddle up with him, tangling their limbs together. this is definitely an offer, all right, and look, right down there, that generous cleavage, just for him. ]
You've read some of it already?
[ light fingers are trailing over his chest, before she's laying to press soft kisses to it, affectionate and playful. ]
[ He tries not to show his exhaustion, it's true. He makes good money at his job — a lot of it, really, and he's good at what he does. But it doesn't mean he likes it. That's a conversation for another day though because right now, he's just enjoying his time off with his beloved girlfriend.
And oh, this is nice. He didn't expect her to curl closer to him like this but he doesn't dislike it at all. Instead he leans forward to press his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss and then continues to prop his head up and watch her. She's pressing kisses to his chest and he traces fingers up along her side, starting from her thigh and across her body. ]
On the train ride here and a bit this morning while you were sleeping. Not too much, just getting a taste.
[ And then his fingers are at her breast and he's going to tug at the top of her swimsuit to pull it down enough to free one of those breasts. With little fanfare, he begins to grope and knead at her breast, thumbing at her nipple to tease it as he just. Enjoys touching her like this. ]
[ it's been a relatively fruitful day out. they make a date of it, from cafe-hopping, perusing libraries and galleries, and shopping; tifa has some new outfits of her own, dresses, shorts, and lingerie surprises for nanami when they return home.
the quickie in the dressing room had taken the edge off, even if her pretty lace panties and pussy are now sticky with his cum. they're taking the train home, and unfortunately they've hit the peak hour, which means they're packed like sardines in a speeding, silent tin can. she's pressed back against him in her pretty dress, shielded from the others by his arms, and as more people jostle in, she's flush against him, supported by his strength.
of course, it doesn't take long for her appreciation of his thoughtfulness to become something more. looking ahead, she reaches back to gently massage his cock through his pants. it's slow, deliberate, and a way to take their mind off the tedium on the long ride home, right? ]
[ He should have planned better, he thinks. To make sure that they weren't caught up in traffic like this. Or maybe they should have grabbed a cab back home instead but Nanami had defaulted to taking the train like they always do, without checking the time. It's been a fruitful day out, for sure, but they didn't need to end it like this. So, yes, it's on him. He should have had better foresight here.
That's, of course, what he's thinking when he feels the pressure of Tifa's hand exploring where it shouldn't in the middle of this ride. He's got her cornered, shielded from the others with his body and he thought that would be a good thing, to keep her from being jostled by the others in the way he is. But then he feels her hand, creeping to the front of his pants and... ah.
Ah.
He dips his head then, murmuring in her ear, voice low and warm and just for her. ]
Someone's a little impatient.
[ Because yes, there was no way they weren't going to have sex when they returned home. The quickie was nice and all but it wasn't enough for Nanami's appetite. Not nearly enough. ]
[ she can't say anything too loudly, not if she wants others to hear. it makes her cheeks hot, the way she's already so, so fucking horny for him and they're barely halfway there. she needs him, needs more of what she'd gotten to taste. ]
Maybe earlier was a mistake.
[ she whispers, grinding back discreetly against him, forcing herself to look ahead without making it obviously. her deft fingers unzip him nice and slow when she realises he isn't stopping her, and she's massaging him through his briefs, her mouth dry. oh, maybe this is a mistake, too. his cock feels so warm, so real, and she can swear he's getting hard, too, and she wants him.
she turns her head just a little, enough to whisper in his ear. ]
It only makes me want you more. I can't help myself now.
( a - i decided to post this here because 'mid-fuck' seemed to be too rude and skipping too much of the good parts so here i am.
b - continuing my usual rambling, the 'two souls in a broken world that know something normal will never really be waiting for them, but hiding out in one another and pretending just the same' trope is everything to me. stabs my own chest with feelings. please forgive my tl;dr setting all this up just for juicy smut + tba feelings. )
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( the night had started just as all the others the group had tried to paint — friday nights like a guise on what their lives were, what their lives meant, what would always be waiting for them come sunrise. always the same bar, always the same lingering scent of menthol as shoko looped an arm through hers, feeding her drink after drink that, more often than not, she left at the edge of a table the moment her attention drifted once more.
they'd never so much as had to ask gojo to join them, having stapled himself into the tradition. it was, however, a seemingly rare occasion that the honey-toned blond would acquiesce, slightly stiff in that bar stool he favored, nursing drinks with the same professionalism he donned in the field. she can't help but to note the impenetrable sadness that emanates from him; no matter gojo's childish, prying efforts; no matter how many times shoko hung over his broad shoulders with a pout affixed to her lips, sake heavy on her tongue.
every so often she'd find her gaze drifting to him, like a buoy amidst the chaos. wondering silently if he agreed to come just to please the other two, to grant them an easy-fought contentment they all deserved a little bit of, after all this time. after all this grief. sights lingering, stitching two images together: the scrawny, floppy-haired first-year with the man sat perched before the array of liquor bottles now. the before and the after.
maybe it's the sake, or maybe it's the hint of whiskey settling deep into her bones that makes her feel a bit more brazen with a pinch of flush to her cheeks, but tonight, she doesn't look away.
the later hours of the night pass in a haze, and he offers to take her home. insists it's no trouble when she assures him she can just catch the next train, says it with kind eyes and a gentle heart, and she tries to press back the way it catches at something within her chest. tries not to replay their shared glances scattered over the evening again and again, as if it were merely the alcohol playing tricks on her.
and then they're standing before the door to her apartment, cropped sweater slouched over her silk slip of a dress and keys in hand. she fiddles them from one finger to the next, the bow holding half of her hair having drooped, leaving stray tendrils and bangs amiss. )
Ah. ( a pause, the glitter of her eyes catching his, tugging up some of that liquid courage. ) Do you want to come in?
[ These nights, these Friday nights, are never something he's looking forward to. Not for dislike of the company — even if it did happen to include Gojo — but because of the memories that seem to always resurface when the group of them got together. There was too much history with everyone involved and it made him regress slightly, into that slightly melancholic version of himself that existed in his teens. It would have him nursing the sake for longer periods of time, sat at the bar with little to shake him off of it.
But he liked the company, that still held true. He liked being with the others, he liked knowing that they were all still here — all still alive. That's what kept him showing up every Friday, even if he rarely participated in their drinking games and all the rest. He liked the reassurance that everyone was still here.
So, tonight, when things started winding down and the others left, he found himself drifting over to Utahime's side. She was the odd one out at times, the only one from Kyoto in their group and thus the only one who didn't have the same exact memories growing up as the rest of them did. But she still experienced a lot of the same events, a lot of the same... trauma. She was still one of them.
He brought her home. His intentions are innocent, really. He just wanted to make sure she got back safely. She was a little bit messy from alcohol and he couldn't say he wasn't the same — though it came out differently, in a slightly loosened tie and a too intense gaze.
Then she's asking if he wants to come in and there's... subtext there, there's a double meaning. He considers it, considers the ramifications. They're both adults, aren't they? And it isn't as if this would ruin things between them. It would just be one night together, something simple, something safe.
( she's spent enough nights out with shoko to trust she knows her limits, indulging just enough to take the edge off, to soften the notches of overworking and tension that've been left over time. there's the slightest glint of hesitation in his gaze before he replies, something she studies, ever-wondering what was on the sorcerers mind — she supposes it isn't so simple, just like her own. too quick to get away from her, too quick to try and know better, the same avoidance that's had her spend far too many nights alone.
but he agrees, and the smallest hint of a smile skirts along her lips as a particularly crisp breeze greets them, as if encouraging them inside, encouraging them closer. the liquor's long since settled a pink to her cheeks, and before either of them have the opportunity to take it back (the invitation and the acceptance), she's unlocking the door for them.
a quaint, cozy apartment greets them, filled with whites and creams and complimenting earthy tones; tall windows with gauze curtains, plants of all shapes and sizes propped on bookshelves, end tables, behind the couch. it's simple—but incredibly intimate, she suddenly realizes, so much evidence of her left in plain sight—toeing out of her heels in the genkan, shrinking a few inches.
she doesn't mean to draw it out- this... it's not inexperience so much as the fact that he was no stranger, pausing mid-drift to the kitchen to twirl and catch sight of him again—savoring the way he looks in her space, tie and eyes loosened—lingering slightly. )
[As sweet a gesture as drunkenly buying snacks for her was, and as healthy as her appetite may be, it becomes all too abundantly clear once Youko gets everything loaded into a bag that she didn't stand a chance of working through the stockpile on her lonesome. Convenient then that the perpetrator is hungover and without snacks of his own, and that she has the route to his place committed to memory.
It doesn't take her long to get there, even factoring in needing to pull herself together into some semblance of presentable and making a short detour to pick up drinks from a cafe in his neighborhood, but it was definitely long enough for someone to fall back asleep. Especially someone recovering from tying one on. Finishing the walk to his door, she decides to cool her heels, leaning back against the railing outside his apartment. Balancing a cardboard drink carrier and her bag with one hand, she occupies the other by slowly typing out a message.
It just feels wiser and kinder to bother him with a text alert than the ringing of his doorbell.]
door-to-door delivery service has arrived. 🎁🎉 would the customer like to come retrieve his package?
[ Nanami definitely felt himself falling back asleep in the time it took Youko to get to his apartment. He didn't mean to, didn't want to, but he was definitely a bit out of it with his hungover brain and his far too tired body. So, it's a good thing she texts when she did because he did have the frame of mind to change his phone from silent mode to sound when he felt the pull of sleep grab at him.
So, the text alert stirs him from his sleep and he sits up in bed, rubbing at his eyes as he looks at the text he's been sent. Ah, Youko is here. So, he switches his phone back to silent mode before he forgets and gets up from the bed, shuffling through the apartment to the front door. When it opens, she'll see Nanami, in sweats and a t-shirt, with mussed hair and face half red from where it was pressed into the pillow. He yawns softly and looks at her blearily. ]
Nakajima-san.
[ Just defaulting to politeness because he's half-asleep, of course. ]
Come inside.
[ He'll step back and let her into the genkan so she can take off her shoes, holding out his hands to take the bag or the drinks from her so he can help her off load her packages a bit. ]
[The sound of the door opening gets her to pocket her phone and push off the railing, ready to present Nanami with his pick of drinks, when she looks up and comes to a stutter stop. The sleep marks coloring his face, the bedraggled hair, the comfy, dressed down clothing — what a rare and privileged thing it is to see Nanami looking like anything other than cool and collected. It is always a nice picture to glimpse, even if the current cause isn't exactly pleasant.
Youko laughs softly at the sound of her surname. It's a backslide, a demotion, but one she'll forgive given how awake he seems. Stepping after him into the entryway, she gingerly hands off the hefty bag of snacks, making sure he has a good handle on it before withdrawing her hand and toeing her shoes off, nudging their heels back against the step down into the genkan.]
Looks like you took my order to heart and got more sleep. Which means you get first choice.
[To punctuate, she lifts the drink carrier with its two hot, two cold teas up for inspection, the receipt still taped to the cardboard helpfully detailing what she picked out — matcha latte, chamomile, iced yuzu green tea, and iced honey hojicha, all under-sweetened, though the handful of liquid sweeteners tucked in the middle could remedy that.]
You didn't say if you wanted something cold or warm, so I got a few different things...
[ There is an argument to be made that uprooting your entire life and moving to another continent for a 'change of scenery' is overdoing it, but the fact that Dorothea is sitting on a train in Tokyo with a few bags of groceries is proof that she didn't seem to agree. It's been a huge adjustment, to put things mildly--adjusting to a new culture while you still haven't mastered the language is a tall order, but she's always been a fast learner.
One thing in particular that she's learned since her arrival in Japan is that she apparently attracts just as many creepy guys here as she did back home. Today's unwanted flirtation comes from a man in a studded leather jacket who flops down in the empty spot next to her and immediately leans into her personal space, draping his arm behind her along the back of the seat.
Hey, ojou-chan, you're pretty cute. Are your eyes naturally that color?
Dorothea gives him an exasperated look and immediately says: ]
I'm not interested.
[ The man leans back in apparent surprise, probably not used to women shooting him down so immediately, but Dorothea's expression is mild as she shakes her head. She's done this a hundred times and it kind of shows.
Don't be so cold, ojou-chan. You're obviously not from here, so you need someone to take you around, right? I promise I'll show you a good time. Just give me a chance.
Dorothea holds up her index finger and types something into her phone, then turns it so he can get a good look at the screen. A translation app reiterates her statement from the moment before in large, clear print: I am not interested. ]
I'm not going to go out with you. Please leave me alone.
[ Their interaction is beginning to draw attention, people openly staring as she continues to rebuff him in no uncertain terms. She knows this is causing a scene, but she also doesn't care--he's the one who started it, not her, so why should she be embarrassed?
Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly! You don't have to be such a bitch about it! ]
[ Nanami hates disturbances on his commute home. He hates having to hear a pathetic deadbeat try and pick up a woman, in the middle of the train, when everyone else is trying their best to be polite and civil while going about their business. This is truly one of his least favorite things to happen on public transportation and while it's very rare because of the nature of public transportation etiquette in Japan, it does happen on occasion.
So, Nanami does them all a favor. He does not get involved because that would be rude but he does move to the end of the train, where a train guard is and politely explains the situation to him before pointing towards where the man is bothering the woman.
In the next moment, the train guard has approached Dorothea and the man and the man is asked to leave on the next stop. He seems aghast, infuriated, but does not want to get in trouble with the police so as the next stop arrives, he leaves — not without grumbling under his breath and shooting Nanami a dirty look after putting together who summoned the train guard.
But Nanami does not care and instead stays in his place against a pole, arm raised to hold onto it before the next stop comes. His stop. He'll leave then, afterwards. ]
[ He cuts off midsentence when Nanami plants a kiss on his forehead. He wasn't expecting it, so he's a bit surprised by the response.
It feels...strange. Nier had spent nearly half of his life caring for others, but now that he's the one being cared for, it's something has has to get use too.]
[It had been so long since he was able to calm down that he had almost forgotten how nice it felt to have someone who genuinely loves him try and look after him - especially now that he's pregnant and no longer able to hide his secondary gender.
Becoming the breadwinner of the household at the tender age of 11 was hard enough as it was, but adding his gender into the mix made things infinitely more difficult. Adding to that, Yonah was barely 2 when their mother had died leaving Nier as the only real parental figure in her life.
So he was grateful towards Nanami for providing food and a roof over their heads, even if it felt a little odd for him to depend of some else for a change.]
[Unfortunately, Nier never truly felt the same romantic feelings Nanami had towards him, leaving him feeling like he was taking advantage of the man's emotions for personal gain. And now that they have a kid on the way, breaking off their relationship would be an utterly disastrous move since he and Yonah have no support network outside of Nanami.]
[But he tries to push all of that towards the back of his mind for now, and continue on with his breakfast.]
ahhh sry for the delay, i kind of lost nanami's voice for a bit lol
[ Nanami can't lie, it is hard to be in a relationship and have a child on the way when he knows Nier doesn't love him. In his more depressed moments, he wonders if he's letting himself be taken advantage of because he was fine with it if Nier didn't want the child but Nier said he did and so... they kept it. But he always wonders the motivations there, if Nier didn't love him, why did he want a child with him? He still doesn't have an answer.
Even his shows of affection get a response of surprise and confusion rather than affection in return. Like now. Nanami tries not to look back at Nier after he gives him the kiss because he knows he'll just see surprise on his face and nothing else. He's not sure he can handle that right now.
So, he goes back to sitting at his breakfast and continuing to eat, letting the quiet spill over them again. ]
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They do that now that they're adults, but that's hardly the point.
The thing is, Gojo can admit to being endeared by Nanami, in the same way that some people might enjoy poking a bear to see how it reacts. He gets blocked regularly enough, he has doors slammed on his face, scolding words boxing his ears, but he knows that if either one of them needed the other they would be there to offer support and a friendship that comes from years of fighting curses and dealing with the politics of jujutsu society. Sure, Nanami took a break, but the point is that he came back.
The point is that Gojo trusts him, as much as he trusts anyone with all the things that go on in his head, so when he creeps up behind the other man outside his apartment, he can do it with a smug little grin. He knows what he's doing, and he's aware that Nanami likely knows what time it is; Gojo's ruts are as regular as the seasons themselves, never sneaking up on him. Maybe it's a side effect of his Six Eyes, or maybe it's just something that happens when you're Satoru Gojo. ]
Nanami~
[ His lean body drapes over Nanami's shoulders from behind, one arm wrapping around his chest, not caring a lick about the fact that they're in public. He's warm to the touch, his blindfold in place as he nuzzles into his partner's neck, deliberate and obvious. ]
It's time to take care of your favourite senpai. Let me inside, won't you?
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They've been doing this for a while now — hooking up with each other during heats and ruts. Ever since they were teenagers, sometime after Geto left, after Haibara died, that's when they started. Nanami even relied on Gojo for his heats when he left jujutsu society, when he was just a salaryman, and even as Gojo kept asking him to come back and he kept refusing, he still let Gojo warm his bed at night despite that. So this is all... old hat, in a way. He's not surprised by it and in fact, comforted a little by the routine.
Despite it all, they're not bonded. Nanami might smell like Gojo's omega and his nest definitely has Gojo's scent in it, but his neck is very much bare. They haven't really talked about it, about what either of them want, and with the constant threat of death that comes from being a sorcerer, being unbonded is probably better than bonded. Still, it's something that comes up sometimes in Nanami's thoughts, usually when he's laying with Gojo after being knotted and feeling particularly high on endorphins.
He'll lead Gojo towards the elevator, stopping his pace as they get there and just letting Gojo continue to hang off of him while he waits for the elevator to arrive. ]
You smell depraved. You're taking a shower once we get inside.
[ He can smell Gojo's rut already, how close it is, but just because he can smell it doesn't mean he's going to let Gojo do whatever he wants. No, shower first, prepare himself, and then he'll be allowed to touch Nanami. ]
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He knows he can rely on Nanami, just like he knows the omega can rely on him for when the heats get truly bad. There's a layer of trust between them that few others could understand, and maybe he likes it that way. He can be a little greedy and selfish sometimes, too.
Right now, the primal part of him is pleased the more he shoves his body into Nanami's, smug at the knowledge that they smell like each other, desperate to solidify that into something real. Neither of them had ever asked, had ever broached the question, but he'd thought about it enough times: how it might feel, to sink his teeth into Nanami's neck and claim him forever. What would threaten the two of them together? No one would dare try and come between him and his omega, after all.
The elevator takes its time, and it means Gojo can smirk, nuzzling into the other man's neck and wrapping an arm around his waist, to tug him back. He's already hard, grinding his cock into Nanami without shame, unconcerned with who might come across them. He can't be blamed: he's an alpha going into rut. People get it. ]
Nanami... Don't make me wait.
[ He's pouting, lips pressed to the warm skin of the other man's neck. ]
You like it when I smell like this. I bet you're getting all slick for me already.
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But his body, traitor that it is, is starting to get slick at the scent of Gojo, at the feeling of him pressed against his ass and his lips against his throat. Unthinkingly, Nanami raises a hand to slide it into Gojo's hair, keeping him against his throat and combing his fingers lightly through the soft strands as his eyes watch the elevator number tick down to the first floor. ]
You could've called. Let me know to expect you.
[ Which would've helped, yeah, but on the other hand — Nanami's heat/rut tracker app absolutely did tell him that Gojo's rut was coming either today or tomorrow. He can't pretend he didn't know.
Thankfully, the elevator door opens then and it's blissfully empty inside, so Nanami curls his other hand against the arm Gojo has wrapped around his waist and drags him into the elevator like that. He presses for his floor then, a little frustrated that it's one of the higher up floors instead of being able to get there immediately. He's got Gojo's scent in his nose and his cock against his ass and that's testing even his self-control.
Despite himself, he whines a little — ]
Gojo-san...
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Yeah. Let yourself in.
[ Because this wouldn't be the first time Gojo has just shown up inside his apartment. Though might be the first time he does with permission.
That's all he sends though before he gets off his ass and decides to get ready for Gojo to come over. To fuck. Because apparently that's a thing they're doing now. And if he keeps thinking about that picture Gojo sent him and his mouth waters a little, that's his own business.
He'll opt to take a quick shower then, stripping out of his suit and getting in the shower so he can scrub down the work day and have himself prepared for... whatever they're about to do. He still can't quite believe it, his own simmering attraction to Gojo brought right to the surface now with anticipation. Shit.
He'll probably either be still in or just getting out of the shower by the time Gojo arrives. ]
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naturally, gojo's going to make an appearance right as nanami's stepping out of the shower, right before he even gets to towel dry himself or try to cover up his important bits. this guy's obvious bulge this time is in his right cheek -- at least for the moment. gojo's sucking on a lollipop and he pulls it out with a loud resounding 'pop', licking at his lips, all slow, with purpose as he lets his gaze drop, staring at... )
Eh. Is Nanami Junior even awake there? ( he bends down a bit, tilting his head to the side as he inspects, stares, scrutinizes, but stops short of judging for right now. ) Tsk. ( he steps forward, lifting a hand up and nanami will feel that invisible barrier pushing him back against the wall. )
You know, I hate getting down on my knees... ( still, that's exactly what he does as he drops the candy in favor of grabbing hold of the man's dick, wrapping his ridiculously long fingers around it. gojo's already got the taste of sweet green tea in his mouth and now there's nanami's distinct flavor as he sticks his tongue out to lick at the head of his cock.
ah. he's sure not wasting any time, huh? did nanami want some kind of a discussion beforehand? just grip his fucking hair already. )
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But right now, it doesn't matter as much as what Gojo is actually doing. He didn't expect him to accost him right outside the shower so he's still dripping wet and a little off balance with everything. But then he's being pushed against the wall and Gojo's dropping to his knees and despite him — despite himself — he's absolutely getting hard at the sight.
So, yeah, Nanami Junior is waking up. ]
You really couldn't have waited until I at least left the bathroom?
[ Not to mention there's a sticky wet lollipop on his floor now. He knows he's going to have to clean that up later. There's a put upon sigh here but his hand will reach out to slide into Gojo's hair, gripping it just like he wants. He'll press himself upwards into Gojo's mouth as Gojo takes the head of his cock between his lips and he'll bite his lip, his cock swelling with arousal as he feels the wet tongue of Gojo's on the sensitive skin.
Ah... god, that feels good. ]
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how long has it been, really? it's pretty much what the smirk on his lips is saying as he leans back a little, teasing nanami with his thumb circling around that sensitive head before he puts his mouth to good use, taking him in from tip to mid-length to start with. don't wanna choke.
ah. as he's giving him this blowjob though, gojo's suddenly thinking about how he might have forgotten to tell ijichi that he can fuck off and go home. hm. he pulls his phone out from his jacket and sends a text, multitasking like a pro. )
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beach time!
she'd laid out a large blanket for them both under a couple of massive umbrellas, ordered coconuts to be delivered (and they had!), and she's laying on her back beside her man, enjoying the day in her pretty new swimsuit. there's nothing on the schedule today, save for enjoying, swimming, and a beach party in the evening, and up until then, the day is theirs to do as they wish. ]
How's your book coming along?
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So, today while they're lounging on the beach, he's not thinking of much of anything. He's dressed in just a pair of swim trunks, one arm tucked under his head as a pillow and the other holding the coconut that was delivered to them while he drinks it. His book is in the bag to the side but he hasn't pulled it out yet, just soaking up the ambiance for now.
When Tifa asks about the book, he gives a soft hum and sets down the coconut before turning to her. He shifts to lay on his side, propping his head up with an arm and letting his eyes roam the expanse of her body, on offer to him. ]
It's good. Better than the last book already. Thank you for getting it for me, sweetheart.
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he looks better now, more relaxed, more happy, and she smiles, her heart light as she shimmies close to cuddle up with him, tangling their limbs together. this is definitely an offer, all right, and look, right down there, that generous cleavage, just for him. ]
You've read some of it already?
[ light fingers are trailing over his chest, before she's laying to press soft kisses to it, affectionate and playful. ]
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And oh, this is nice. He didn't expect her to curl closer to him like this but he doesn't dislike it at all. Instead he leans forward to press his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss and then continues to prop his head up and watch her. She's pressing kisses to his chest and he traces fingers up along her side, starting from her thigh and across her body. ]
On the train ride here and a bit this morning while you were sleeping. Not too much, just getting a taste.
[ And then his fingers are at her breast and he's going to tug at the top of her swimsuit to pull it down enough to free one of those breasts. With little fanfare, he begins to grope and knead at her breast, thumbing at her nipple to tease it as he just. Enjoys touching her like this. ]
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train dates c:
the quickie in the dressing room had taken the edge off, even if her pretty lace panties and pussy are now sticky with his cum. they're taking the train home, and unfortunately they've hit the peak hour, which means they're packed like sardines in a speeding, silent tin can. she's pressed back against him in her pretty dress, shielded from the others by his arms, and as more people jostle in, she's flush against him, supported by his strength.
of course, it doesn't take long for her appreciation of his thoughtfulness to become something more. looking ahead, she reaches back to gently massage his cock through his pants. it's slow, deliberate, and a way to take their mind off the tedium on the long ride home, right? ]
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That's, of course, what he's thinking when he feels the pressure of Tifa's hand exploring where it shouldn't in the middle of this ride. He's got her cornered, shielded from the others with his body and he thought that would be a good thing, to keep her from being jostled by the others in the way he is. But then he feels her hand, creeping to the front of his pants and... ah.
Ah.
He dips his head then, murmuring in her ear, voice low and warm and just for her. ]
Someone's a little impatient.
[ Because yes, there was no way they weren't going to have sex when they returned home. The quickie was nice and all but it wasn't enough for Nanami's appetite. Not nearly enough. ]
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Maybe earlier was a mistake.
[ she whispers, grinding back discreetly against him, forcing herself to look ahead without making it obviously. her deft fingers unzip him nice and slow when she realises he isn't stopping her, and she's massaging him through his briefs, her mouth dry. oh, maybe this is a mistake, too. his cock feels so warm, so real, and she can swear he's getting hard, too, and she wants him.
she turns her head just a little, enough to whisper in his ear. ]
It only makes me want you more. I can't help myself now.
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b - continuing my usual rambling, the 'two souls in a broken world that know something normal will never really be waiting for them, but hiding out in one another and pretending just the same' trope is everything to me. stabs my own chest with feelings. please forgive my tl;dr setting all this up just for juicy smut + tba feelings. )
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( the night had started just as all the others the group had tried to paint — friday nights like a guise on what their lives were, what their lives meant, what would always be waiting for them come sunrise. always the same bar, always the same lingering scent of menthol as shoko looped an arm through hers, feeding her drink after drink that, more often than not, she left at the edge of a table the moment her attention drifted once more.
they'd never so much as had to ask gojo to join them, having stapled himself into the tradition. it was, however, a seemingly rare occasion that the honey-toned blond would acquiesce, slightly stiff in that bar stool he favored, nursing drinks with the same professionalism he donned in the field. she can't help but to note the impenetrable sadness that emanates from him; no matter gojo's childish, prying efforts; no matter how many times shoko hung over his broad shoulders with a pout affixed to her lips, sake heavy on her tongue.
every so often she'd find her gaze drifting to him, like a buoy amidst the chaos. wondering silently if he agreed to come just to please the other two, to grant them an easy-fought contentment they all deserved a little bit of, after all this time. after all this grief. sights lingering, stitching two images together: the scrawny, floppy-haired first-year with the man sat perched before the array of liquor bottles now. the before and the after.
maybe it's the sake, or maybe it's the hint of whiskey settling deep into her bones that makes her feel a bit more brazen with a pinch of flush to her cheeks, but tonight, she doesn't look away.
the later hours of the night pass in a haze, and he offers to take her home. insists it's no trouble when she assures him she can just catch the next train, says it with kind eyes and a gentle heart, and she tries to press back the way it catches at something within her chest. tries not to replay their shared glances scattered over the evening again and again, as if it were merely the alcohol playing tricks on her.
and then they're standing before the door to her apartment, cropped sweater slouched over her silk slip of a dress and keys in hand. she fiddles them from one finger to the next, the bow holding half of her hair having drooped, leaving stray tendrils and bangs amiss. )
Ah. ( a pause, the glitter of her eyes catching his, tugging up some of that liquid courage. ) Do you want to come in?
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But he liked the company, that still held true. He liked being with the others, he liked knowing that they were all still here — all still alive. That's what kept him showing up every Friday, even if he rarely participated in their drinking games and all the rest. He liked the reassurance that everyone was still here.
So, tonight, when things started winding down and the others left, he found himself drifting over to Utahime's side. She was the odd one out at times, the only one from Kyoto in their group and thus the only one who didn't have the same exact memories growing up as the rest of them did. But she still experienced a lot of the same events, a lot of the same... trauma. She was still one of them.
He brought her home. His intentions are innocent, really. He just wanted to make sure she got back safely. She was a little bit messy from alcohol and he couldn't say he wasn't the same — though it came out differently, in a slightly loosened tie and a too intense gaze.
Then she's asking if he wants to come in and there's... subtext there, there's a double meaning. He considers it, considers the ramifications. They're both adults, aren't they? And it isn't as if this would ruin things between them. It would just be one night together, something simple, something safe.
It would still be smarter to say no though. ]
Yes.
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but he agrees, and the smallest hint of a smile skirts along her lips as a particularly crisp breeze greets them, as if encouraging them inside, encouraging them closer. the liquor's long since settled a pink to her cheeks, and before either of them have the opportunity to take it back (the invitation and the acceptance), she's unlocking the door for them.
a quaint, cozy apartment greets them, filled with whites and creams and complimenting earthy tones; tall windows with gauze curtains, plants of all shapes and sizes propped on bookshelves, end tables, behind the couch. it's simple—but incredibly intimate, she suddenly realizes, so much evidence of her left in plain sight—toeing out of her heels in the genkan, shrinking a few inches.
she doesn't mean to draw it out- this... it's not inexperience so much as the fact that he was no stranger, pausing mid-drift to the kitchen to twirl and catch sight of him again—savoring the way he looks in her space, tie and eyes loosened—lingering slightly. )
Can I get you anything?
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[As sweet a gesture as drunkenly buying snacks for her was, and as healthy as her appetite may be, it becomes all too abundantly clear once Youko gets everything loaded into a bag that she didn't stand a chance of working through the stockpile on her lonesome. Convenient then that the perpetrator is hungover and without snacks of his own, and that she has the route to his place committed to memory.
It doesn't take her long to get there, even factoring in needing to pull herself together into some semblance of presentable and making a short detour to pick up drinks from a cafe in his neighborhood, but it was definitely long enough for someone to fall back asleep. Especially someone recovering from tying one on. Finishing the walk to his door, she decides to cool her heels, leaning back against the railing outside his apartment. Balancing a cardboard drink carrier and her bag with one hand, she occupies the other by slowly typing out a message.
It just feels wiser and kinder to bother him with a text alert than the ringing of his doorbell.]
door-to-door delivery service has arrived. 🎁🎉 would the customer like to come retrieve his package?
I'M HERE finally,,,,,
So, the text alert stirs him from his sleep and he sits up in bed, rubbing at his eyes as he looks at the text he's been sent. Ah, Youko is here. So, he switches his phone back to silent mode before he forgets and gets up from the bed, shuffling through the apartment to the front door. When it opens, she'll see Nanami, in sweats and a t-shirt, with mussed hair and face half red from where it was pressed into the pillow. He yawns softly and looks at her blearily. ]
Nakajima-san.
[ Just defaulting to politeness because he's half-asleep, of course. ]
Come inside.
[ He'll step back and let her into the genkan so she can take off her shoes, holding out his hands to take the bag or the drinks from her so he can help her off load her packages a bit. ]
henlo beautiful stranger
Youko laughs softly at the sound of her surname. It's a backslide, a demotion, but one she'll forgive given how awake he seems. Stepping after him into the entryway, she gingerly hands off the hefty bag of snacks, making sure he has a good handle on it before withdrawing her hand and toeing her shoes off, nudging their heels back against the step down into the genkan.]
Looks like you took my order to heart and got more sleep. Which means you get first choice.
[To punctuate, she lifts the drink carrier with its two hot, two cold teas up for inspection, the receipt still taped to the cardboard helpfully detailing what she picked out — matcha latte, chamomile, iced yuzu green tea, and iced honey hojicha, all under-sweetened, though the handful of liquid sweeteners tucked in the middle could remedy that.]
You didn't say if you wanted something cold or warm, so I got a few different things...
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ok now i'm back for real (sry was recovering from surgery)
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One thing in particular that she's learned since her arrival in Japan is that she apparently attracts just as many creepy guys here as she did back home. Today's unwanted flirtation comes from a man in a studded leather jacket who flops down in the empty spot next to her and immediately leans into her personal space, draping his arm behind her along the back of the seat.
Hey, ojou-chan, you're pretty cute. Are your eyes naturally that color?
Dorothea gives him an exasperated look and immediately says: ]
I'm not interested.
[ The man leans back in apparent surprise, probably not used to women shooting him down so immediately, but Dorothea's expression is mild as she shakes her head. She's done this a hundred times and it kind of shows.
Don't be so cold, ojou-chan. You're obviously not from here, so you need someone to take you around, right? I promise I'll show you a good time. Just give me a chance.
Dorothea holds up her index finger and types something into her phone, then turns it so he can get a good look at the screen. A translation app reiterates her statement from the moment before in large, clear print: I am not interested. ]
I'm not going to go out with you. Please leave me alone.
[ Their interaction is beginning to draw attention, people openly staring as she continues to rebuff him in no uncertain terms. She knows this is causing a scene, but she also doesn't care--he's the one who started it, not her, so why should she be embarrassed?
Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly! You don't have to be such a bitch about it! ]
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So, Nanami does them all a favor. He does not get involved because that would be rude but he does move to the end of the train, where a train guard is and politely explains the situation to him before pointing towards where the man is bothering the woman.
In the next moment, the train guard has approached Dorothea and the man and the man is asked to leave on the next stop. He seems aghast, infuriated, but does not want to get in trouble with the police so as the next stop arrives, he leaves — not without grumbling under his breath and shooting Nanami a dirty look after putting together who summoned the train guard.
But Nanami does not care and instead stays in his place against a pole, arm raised to hold onto it before the next stop comes. His stop. He'll leave then, afterwards. ]
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[ He cuts off midsentence when Nanami plants a kiss on his forehead. He wasn't expecting it, so he's a bit surprised by the response.
It feels...strange. Nier had spent nearly half of his life caring for others, but now that he's the one being cared for, it's something has has to get use too.]
[It had been so long since he was able to calm down that he had almost forgotten how nice it felt to have someone who genuinely loves him try and look after him - especially now that he's pregnant and no longer able to hide his secondary gender.
Becoming the breadwinner of the household at the tender age of 11 was hard enough as it was, but adding his gender into the mix made things infinitely more difficult. Adding to that, Yonah was barely 2 when their mother had died leaving Nier as the only real parental figure in her life.
So he was grateful towards Nanami for providing food and a roof over their heads, even if it felt a little odd for him to depend of some else for a change.]
[Unfortunately, Nier never truly felt the same romantic feelings Nanami had towards him, leaving him feeling like he was taking advantage of the man's emotions for personal gain. And now that they have a kid on the way, breaking off their relationship would be an utterly disastrous move since he and Yonah have no support network outside of Nanami.]
[But he tries to push all of that towards the back of his mind for now, and continue on with his breakfast.]
ahhh sry for the delay, i kind of lost nanami's voice for a bit lol
Even his shows of affection get a response of surprise and confusion rather than affection in return. Like now. Nanami tries not to look back at Nier after he gives him the kiss because he knows he'll just see surprise on his face and nothing else. He's not sure he can handle that right now.
So, he goes back to sitting at his breakfast and continuing to eat, letting the quiet spill over them again. ]