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MASTERLIST
JJK
Yandere Blabs #1
ATSV
Yandere Spider-Blabs #1
AOT
Yandere Sasageyo Blabs #1
ANSWERED ASKS
JJK
Yandere Asks #1
Yandere Asks #2
ASTV
Yandere Spider-Asks #1
AOT
Yandere Sasageyo Asks #1
MISCELLANEOUS
About Yandere Content Out There.
Lmao
Never thought this would happen
RULES
What I do write:
Yandere(obviously)
fem reader
gender neutral reader
sfw/nsfw
fluff
anything regular that's not Yandere
bdsm
What I don't write:
Gore
incest/pseudo incest
rape
trans reader or male reader(i don't think I know enough about how it would physically work, in terms of smut)
infantilism
starving/overfeeding
drug usage
Cheating
Part 2's
I hope you enjoy going through my stuff. There is one post I want to put on the masterlist that I literally can't find at all. But nonetheless, this is all of my work so far. I will continue adding works on here as I post more often. It's about time. I want to expand the things I write, but for now, it's just this.
because i donât want to be in anyoneâs arms but yours.
your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after gamesâwith you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. âžâž art :: @/679sinner âžâž cw :: panic attacks
sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.
because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.
the scent of iodine hit him firstâsomething he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.
he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.
he wanted to bite somethingâyell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin.Â
and it was unfairâit'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.
and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhereâin the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.
"fuck."
"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you.Â
he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.
"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.
he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.
your presence still lingeredâit always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.
his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.
"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.
"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room."Â
it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to doâpulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.
stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.
he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.
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"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.
"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.
"it's sukuna again, do you think you couldâ."
"i'm on my way."
because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.
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you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.
"where is he."
yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.
"ryo."
you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.
"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.
his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.
his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost youâhe could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.
he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.
"i guess some things don't change, ryo."
"don't leave."
"wâwhat?"
"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."
and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?
did i lose my edge u guys. guys.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon tojiâs worm to crawl up your ass.
on the days where he was exhausted, you would hold him in your chest. he didn't fit, but the feeling of you pressed against him made he feel like he did.
sometimes when you would ask him what he wanted for dinner, he would feel like a princess. he hated feeling that way, but you were always considerate of what he wanted. you always put him first and as much as he would hate to admit it, he loved it.
oh and not to mention when you'd help him take a bath. the feeling of your fingers washing his hair brought a sense of comfort he wasn't used to feeling. when you would run your hands over his chest to wash the soap away, he would instantly fold. your touch meant his safety.
he'll never forget the day you threw him a small birthday party. the only attendee was shiu but that didn't matter. you were so happy, happier than him, anybody could've been fooled into thinking you were the birthday girl.
you made his favorite meal, and you even baked the cake yourself. you decorated it with white frosting and added white sprinkle pearls. it looked like a ruined wedding cake, but toji loved it nonetheless. you gave some to shiu to take home after the mini party was over.
toji helped you clean up that evening. he helped dry the dishes and put them up while you wiped the counter down.
after all was said and done, he reclined on the couch. you were in the bedroom getting ready for bed, while he relaxed on the couch.
you had a way of making toji feel wanted, seen, and safe. he had never felt that way. he always felt like he was useless, like he was unworthy of love like yours.
you loved in a strong way. you showed up for him, and promised him you would always stay by his side. that meant more to him than you realized.
he loved when you would dance around the living room in one of his shirts. you would randomly pop in and dance in silly motions until he cracked a smile and pulled you on his lap. he would kiss you breathless, leaving you flustered and warm.
he loved when you would come behind him and tickle his sides while he was pouring himself some water. he would pretend to get mad at you, but he really loved the childish side of you. he would eventually tickle you back while pressing sweet kisses on your cheeks. you would giggle and try to push him off, but toji wasn't gonna let go.
he wasn't gonna let go when he had someone like you by his side. he was gonna love you till the world ended. and if he was still alive by then, he'd repeat how much he truly loves you until the very last moment.
I miss when ads were a single click and then theyâre gone. Now every ad has a minimum of three phases where you watch a video, exit the still frame of fake gameplay, and then exit the app download. That doesnât even touch on the ones that forcibly take you to another app after opening a tab in safari without you ever touching the screen.
I hate advertising. I hate that you canât do anything without companies jumping down your throat with mostly bullshit ads. I hate that billboards exist. I hate that every company unanimously decided to make their ads longer and longer. I hate that ad blockers try to charge you money and there are in app purchases to remove ads. I hate that my attention has become commodified. I hate that thereâs nothing I can do about it.
living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie thatâs been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this
the year is 2035. the new beauty standard is for women to cut their ears off, as ears are a masculine trait which make the face look too big and hearing isnt necessary as it doesnt align with being demure. evil feminists say perhaps this is unnecessary and ears are natural. women are agressively proclaiming they are cutting their ears off due to sensory issues
warnings: HEAVY yandere themes! cursing, fear, descriptions of physical abuse by a family member
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a.n. - is he yakuza? or is he just rich? idk and reader doesn't know either.
if you can't tell by the end, i basically wanted to do a whole cinderella retelling, but things got out of hand so it's just slightly cinderella-y. enjoy!
the grand hall of the most prestigious museum of art in the city quietly hums with murmurs of admiration from a sea of black-tie attire. sparkling jewelery reflects the soft glow of crystal chandeliers as you stand in the midst of the quiet crowd, studying the old, intricate paintings that line the walls.
you breathe in softly, smelling polished wood, aged canvas, and expensive perfume. occasionally, the soft clink of a champagne glass echoes off the walls, blending into the crowd.
every now and then, you glance towards the other side of the event, where a blond-haired man stands, speaking softly with other guests.
your uncle.
anxiety forms a pit in your stomach, and you have to take another breath once you let your gaze drift away.
the air feels like its growing heavier as his presence lingers in the room like a dark shadow. you pretend to adjust the strap of your dress, fingers trembling slightly against the satin.
a waiter passes by with a tray of champagne, and you hesitate before taking a glass. you take a slow sip, the bubbles fizzing against your tongue.
your uncleâs voice rises, something about âthe importance of legacyâ and âproper appreciation.â the words wrap around you like a noose, and you force yourself to exhale slowly. across the room, his gaze flickers in your direction, just for a second, but itâs enough to make your stomach twist.
you turn away, once again focusing on a painting: a swirling abstract piece, shades of varying blues. it feels almost like a metaphor.
it all started when your parents had died when you were young, leaving you to the only family member you had left: your uncle. you quickly learned after that day how truly dispicable the man is- heart and soul devoid of anything good.
instead, all that occupies him is the desire - the obsession - for money.
here, at events like these, heâd dress you in beautiful, exquisite clothing, parading you before the other elite like a prized possession. it's his self-proclaimed generosity on display, the act of having taken you in.
at home, he just gets worse. you're practically a maid in your own home.
you would leave if it werenât for the debt.
because from the moment you arrived on his doorstep- you owed him, and he reminded you every chance he got.
new dress to show off to his peers? although it's only for his benefit, you still owe him.
food from his kitchen? you owe him.
a bed to sleep in? you owe him.
everything he's "given" you in order to keep you alive just adds to the debt he holds over your head. to pay it off- you clean, you mop, you cook, and you don't say anything to anyone.
realistically, you know that the debt will never end. but where else would you go? despite his evil nature, his abuse- mental and physical, you're still alive. you have a roof over your head, food in your stomach.
despite the pain, the fights he would get in with you when he's drunk, the bruises he leaves on your skin whenever you let him get too close.
he's the only family you have left.
on especially lonely days, you sometimes take a trip up to the attic of his house, gazing forlornly upon the possessions your family had left behind. picture frames, photo books, small knicknacks.
the rocking chair your mother once held you in, singing you to sleep as you lay in her lap.
you can't imagine running away- leaving all of this behind. honestly, having everything here keeps you sane. reminds you that once upon a time, you were loved.
you feel a single, small tear trail down your cheek as you study the painting you can't seem to move on from. the blue swirls around itself like a furious whirlpool, drawing your eyes to the dark center- a black hole.
will you ever be free?
"this painting has certainly caught your eye, hm? haven't seen you blink once." a gentle, teasing voice draws you out of your heavy thoughts, and you glance up to see an unfamiliar man who's suddenly standing beside you.
you've been dragged to so many of these events, you're surprised by the fact that you don't recognize him. your eyes trail down him, taking in his appearance.
he's wearing nearly all black besides the white color sticking out neatly from his jacket. he's tall, with dark eyes tracing your form as well, mirroring your own actions. the faint scent of an expensive, charming cologne drifts towards you.
you blink at him, realizing that he asked you a question.
"ah, yes," you hastily wipe the tear from your cheek with a quick sniffle.
"it is truly magnificent," you continue, smoothing out a few wrinkles in your dress. he hums, appreciatively, studying the painting that has caught so much of your attention.
"what does it mean to you?"
his question catches you off guard, and you glance up at him again to see soft eyes softening slightly. he's handsome- in a dangerous sort of way. he looks like he knows things.
you think for a moment before answering.
"this painting is so beautiful...but almost claustrophic? i don't know," you glance down.
"really?" he gestures for you to continue.
"i guess it's like all the shades of blue are leading you towards the dark center, and the direction of the swirls is like a riptide. like, once you're in the center, it would be impossible to swim out. so you're just," you take a shaky breath, "stuck."
he makes a small sound of acknowledgment.
"i think i know what you mean," he states. "i felt like that once, too. a long time ago. that is, until i learned how to swim out."
you're not sure what he means by that, so you stay silent.
"what's your name?" you blurt out, before you can stop yourself. he chuckles at you, eyes crinkling softly in the corners.
"suguru. geto suguru."
before you can tell him yours, your name gets called, a harsh hiss of a sound, and you turn to find your uncle gesturing for you to join him in a conversation. no doubt so he can introduce you to his clients, earning their trust by flaunting his "goodwill."
you turn to leave, to obey the command, but a large hand grabs your elbow- stopping you from taking another step. you blink up at the perpetrator in question, meeting his eyes.
and somehow, a thousand words were spoken in a single glance.
"i'll see you soon," he murmurs, giving you a crooked smile.
your lips turn down slightly, confused. "where?" you ask, a bit breathless.
but all he does is trail his hand softly down your arm as he pulls away, eyes softening as his fingertips light against your skin as you turn once again, still lightly confused, and walk towards your impatiently waiting uncle.
your uncle looks past you for the first time, seeing who you were just talking to. the color suddenly drains from his face, eyes widening in horror.
your eyebrows furrow, and you glance back over your shoulder. your new aquaintance gives you a small little wave, a soft smile.
your cheeks heat slightly. he's alarmingly charming.
when you turn back around, suguru's smile shifts into a sharp, wide grin. tall and imposing, he tilts his head at your uncle, eyes holding a dangerous glint.
your uncle shivers slightly, though you don't notice. he gives a few small nods, as if promising something. from there, suguru turns and walks out of the large building.
he accomplished what he came for.
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suguru geto is a patient man.
at least, he tries to be. but every so often something will catch his attention in a way that torments him with craving the longer he goes without it.
he first saw you when you were just a little girl, sat in a little room while your parents did business with his own. he was a young boy himself- but he didn't feel little. how could he, when his parents molded him into an adult from the age of eight?
so perhaps his mind was already broken- but he swears a piece of him was left with you when you first spoke to him.
a small, shy hello- and a shard of his soul was ripped away and embedded into your own.
he's felt incomplete since.
when he heard that your parents had lost their lives and you were sent to your uncle's, he felt such sorrow for you. oh, how he wished he could comfort you in your time of need.
but, suguru is a patient man.
and how sad was it when his own parents died themselves years later in a fatal car crash when he finally turned eighteen, leaving him to take over as CEO for the massively successful family corporation. just days before, they denied his request to take over, expressing that he wasn't ready.
claimed that he led his life with too much emotion and not enough intent.
oh, he showed them intention. how very sad, indeed.
imagine his surprise when he was allowed access to the company's private dealings and discovered that his parents had lent money to your uncle, only a few months after he first met little you.
327,600,000*Â japanese yen. what a stupid, stupid man.
5% interest over 15 years?
poor uncle now owes 681,056,812* yen. he basked in the money he was given, playing as rich man for all these years, spending all of it on a luxerious lifestyle.
suguru warned your uncle that if even a single coin isn't paid back- that he would take everything he has, from his possessions to his reputation.
and then, he would take you.
suguru geto can only be patient for so long, and the clock is ticking.
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it's only the next day when you realize you're being followed.
sent on a small list of errands to get done before noon, you're hustling around town in your old, beat up car.
at first, it just seemed like there were an unusual number of black sedans on the road that day- but it became more personal when there was at least one black sedan trailing behind you everywhere you went.
first at the grocery store, where a black car parked right next to you, then at the dry cleaners with the same phenomenon, and then now, at the bank, where two sit on either side of your car.
you stand there, right outside the bank doors, perplexed as you finally realize what's happening. you wonder if this is like a human trafficking method- are they going to kill you?
but the men dressed in suits and shades behind the dark windows don't show any plans of getting out of their vehicles. they just sit, parked, like they're waiting for whatever errand you decide to go on next.
as you slide back into your car, you pull out your phone and quickly dial your uncle. he won't be happy that you're calling him at "work" (drinking and shmoozing with his friends), but you have to confirm something.
"the fuck you want?" his voice is gruff over the line, and he only picked up when you called him a second time.
"are you having me followed?" your voice is hushed, panicky, as you side-eye the two sedans on either side of you. you notice the two men aren't looking at you- just straight ahead.
they look like robots.
you can practically feel your uncle's eyeroll over the phone.
"what the hell are you even talking about?" he snarls. you hear him reply to someone- maybe a client- in the background, and he hangs up the phone.
so, that's a big fat no.
somehow, you feel even more anxiety about the entire situation. you're not surprised your uncle isn't behind it, he could care less about your safety. but still- if your uncle isn't having you followed, who is?
your last errand is to pick up a package for your uncle from a private courier office. when you arrive, the building is susupiciously empty- not just in terms of people, but also things. its just a square box of a room with a single man behind a desk near the back.
you reluctantly approach the desk, explaining that you have a package for your uncle, giving the employee his name. he slides you a small, unmarked wooden box across the counter without a word.
outside, you notice that the two black sedans have been joined by a third.
and it's only when you actually look at the box that you notice what's engraved onto the wood. it's your name, etched in neat cursive.
you can't help yourself. you open the box.
inside, you find a stack of photographs, small enough to be polaroids or some sort of printed material. pictures of you, from around the age your parents died to now.
every milestone, every birthday, every awkward phase of your life has been neatly placed inside this box. the very last photo catches your eye- because its the only photo in which another person is in the frame.
it's you, at that art museum the night before- talking to that man you met. the one with the long black hair and the soft eyes.
what was his name? geto? suguru geto?
you shiver slightly. could he be behind this? you have to tell your uncle.
you speed to your uncle's favorite bar, hands shaking as you dial his number again. this time, surprisingly, he picks up on the first ring.
"where the hell are you?" his voice is sharp, disturbingly urgent.
before you can tell him what's been going on with you, or to ask what's going on with him to elicit that reaction, the line cuts to static.
you reach the bar a few seconds later, pulling up just in time to see your uncle stumbling out of the bar. drunk, but not so much so that he's oblivious. he's frantic with panic. has something happened to him?
he spots you, and sprints as evenly as he can to your car, but before he can reach you, the multiple sedans drive up to block his path. men in suits step out of the cars, faces calm as they restrain him from taking any more steps. your uncle's eyes widen in terror.
"no, no, you have it wrong, i still have time, i still have-" one of the men grabs him by his collar, dragging him towards one of the black cars.
his eyes meet yours for the last time, choking on hiccuped sobs.
"i'm sorry. i didn't know how much he wanted you back." did he just apologize? you're not sure you've ever heard those two words fall out of his mouth before.
during the whole scene, you've gotten out of your car to stand helplessly in frightened confusion.
"wait! why-" but the cars pull away, leaving you alone in the parking lot.
your phone buzzes in your pocket. you pull it out, hands still shaking as you read the text.
unknown:
i told him what would happen if he didn't pay. i warned him. but he never listened.
your breath comes out in shaky gasps, trying to understand what's happening. another text follows, this time a picture.
the photo flashes on screen: you, asleep in your bed last night.
unknown:
you left your window open, so i came to check on you. you were so peaceful.
a feeling in your stomach comes upon you rapidly, and drop your phone to rush over to a nearby bush to puke up whatever's left in your stomach.
who the fuck is doing this?
you pick up your phone from the ground where you dropped it, and immediately dial 911.
"this is 911, what is your emergen-"
static.
another text.
unknown:
let's not do that, darling. get in the car.
you look around, confused. you're the only car in the small parking lot. but then a rumbled engine sounds behind you, and you turn to see a car being driven into the parking lot. it stops just in front of you, blocking you and your car from leaving.
you think you might run around it instead, but you're still not sure what this mysterious person is capable of. they have access to your phone, and you're pretty sure they just kidnapped your only living relative- abusive or not. he's still family.
so, with extreme hesitance, you slide into the vehicle. black leather seats, modern tech- the car screams of luxury. a small partition separates you and the driver, not that you would've spoken to them anyway.
oh god, you might puke again.
the car drives further into the city, until you're surrounded by high skyscrapers and glass business buildings. the driver parks in front of a building, and you gasp when suddenly the door close to you flies open, and a hand reaches out to pull you out of the car.
it's another one of the henchmen.
you've started calling them that in your head- men who wear the suits and the shades and the emotionless facial expressions. the men in the movies who are always doing the dirty work for the boss.
you're scared to think whomthe boss is in this circumstance.
without a word or even so much of a glance, the man pulls you towards a high-rise building. the interior is opulent, affluent. through the lobby, across a hallway, up the elevator.
the doors open, and he gently pushes you into what looks like a wealthy private residence.
he stays in the elevator, and his eyes- devoid of emotion- lock with your terrified ones as the doors close, leaving you alone in a silent penthouse.
your eyes search around the elevator frantically. no buttons. you can't leave.
with shaking legs and short, petrified gasps that barely reach your ears, you step further into the space.
the penthouse is extraordinary- cold marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that look out upon the city, furniture so pristine they look almost untouched.
even the air smells like old money.
your sneakers sink slightly into plush rug as you enter another living space. your eyes glance around, and snag on a door that sits slightly ajar inside a nearby hallway. stepping closer, you push it open.
that's when you see him.
suguru geto sits calmly, casually, in a leather chair near large windows overlooking tokyo's magnificent cityscape. a mahogany desk sits in front of him.
he's dressed like you would expect- like you imagined him to. a tailored black suit, pristine leather shoes, hair pushed back but still halfway down.
his posture is relaxed, almost regal, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. his eyes lift to meet yours, and the smile he gives you isn't cruel.
it's fond.
"you came," he says, voice dark, smooth. as if he gave you a choice.
he sets his glass down on the desk, and gestures with a quick swipe of his fingers towards a chair in front of the desk.
"please, sit. i've been waiting for you to arrive. was the journey here to your liking?" his smile is soft, and you are reminded of how he looked at you in the museum.
you don't move. you can't move- your body feels frozen, mind screaming at you to do something. fight, run, anything. but your legs won't listen.
suguru tilts his head slightly, expression shifting to something almost hurt.
"you're afraid," he murmurs, looking up at you.
he stands, moving with a quiet grace around the desk. he kneels next to where you're sat in the chair, though he's still somehow looking down at you, even at this position.
you flinch when he reaches out a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that makes your stomach twist.
he hums, eyes outline your form. "you've lost wait," he observes, fingers now tracing against your jawline. your lip trembles at the touch, eyes wide and unblinking as your body remains frozen.
"you didn't eat today, did you?" he mutters, talking to himself more than you. "or...yesterday, i think." his thumb grazes your trembling lip, lightly pulling the soft tissue down.
you jerk your head back, but he only sighs, as if disappointed.
"you always forget to take care of yourself when you're upset." with a knowing smile, he gets up and walks back to his chair, throwing back his whiskey with a soft grimace before pouring another glass.
"would you like something to drink? water? tea? or..." he trails off, a grin forming, "...something stronger?"
you don't answer, just continue to stare at him. honestly- your mind feels blank. you feel stuck, trapped. you'd think by now you'd be used to the feeling. but not like this.
your fingers are clenched so tightly that your nails fig into your palms. suguru sips his drink, cunning eyes watching you over the rim of the textured glass.
"you don't have to talk," he says, eventually after a moment of silence. he sets his glass down again, your gaze tracking the movements. "but you do have to listen."
he reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a small, velvet box. wordlessly, he hands it over, and waits patiently as you get your arm to respond- to grab it from his hands.
inside sits a locket. small, oval shaped. you open it to find a single photo placed gently in the clasps.
its you as a child, holding hands with a little boy close to your age. you were still happy then, you remember. it was before your parents died, that much you can tell by the photo. by your smile.
the boy, though, catches your attention. short black hair that reaches to his shoulders, dark eyes that glance to the side- set on you.
you look up at suguru, and immediately you can tell the resemblance.
"we've met." your voice comes at small, meek. the first words you've spoken. he hums, a low sound of approval.
he moves around the desk once again to grab the box from your hands. he gently pulls the long, delicate chain out, the locket gleaming under the soft lights. he steps closer, reaching for you, unclasping the chain and lifting it towards your neck.
you slap his hand away, and move to get up, but between the chair back and his figure, there's nowhere for you to go.
his eyes darken at your action, and for a second you can see the obsession that lines his expression, hidden beneath his carefully curated appearance.
"i've been patient," he croons, "but patience has it's limits."
he doesn't wait this time, pulling back your hair with slender fingers to clasp the locket around your neck. his breath his cool against your ear, his voice soft.
"it looks good on you."
the locket rests against your chest, cold and heavy.
he steps back, hands falling to rest by his sides. "you'll stay here tonight." something tells you it's not just going to be tonight. but you keep your mouth shut, once again.
"tomorrow, we'll talk properly. don't worry about your uncle. he's been...detained."
the color on your face drains, and you shiver. he continues.
"right, i almost forgot. speaking of your uncle," he chuckles, finger tracing the rim of his glass.
"how many bruises did he give you?"
you blink at his question, not quite understanding. he seems to pick up on your confusion.
"ah, sorry. should have been clearer. how many bruises do you have on, let's say, right now?" his sharp gaze tracks your nervous fidgeting.
"i'm..i'm not sure," you whisper. you are so utterly confused. he hums, shaking his head with faux disappointment, tsking. "i understand."
he sighs, as if it pains him to speak what he plans to next. it's all a lie.
"take off your shirt." you're not sure you heard him right. he waits, patiently, as you mull his words around in your mind. eventually, he smiles, tight lipped.
"do you need help?" he croons, condescendingly. "because i can."
you shake your head, softly at first, then violently. "no. no, no, no."
he laughs, gleefully. "well, i must know, either way. it affects how i'm going to treat your dear old uncle."
he's crazy. oh god he's actually insane. you move to stand up, but stop when he lifts a finger.
"ah, ah. sit. i'll only ask one more time before i help you, okay?" he pouts at you, talking to you like he would a pet.
"take off. your shirt." he enunciates, raising his eyebrow at you. with trembling fingers, you finally do as he asks, raising your shirt up and over your head.
you wince when his gaze finds your tattered skin. the bruises- they're everywhere.
your uncle made sure to not hurt you in places his peers could see, only places that could be covered up by clothes or a dress. but, they're constant. new bruises overline old, faded ones.
blue and yellow patterns tattoo your skin, a ghastly sight to behold.
you remember all the times your uncle would come home late, reeking of alcohol, knuckles splot and your ribs already aching at the sight. the way he'd always say "this is for your own good, you ungrateful little-" before the next strike.
his jaw ticks, and his eyes darken once more. you sit there in silence, minutes passing as he studies your form.
taking count, you realize.
you're not sure what he'll use the numbers for, and you're afraid to ask. you don't want to know.
he steps closer once again, his hand landing on your shoulder, fingers curling gently around the curve of your collarbone. the touch is featherlight, but you still flinch anyway.
he notices, a hint of a smile.
"such a fragile thing," he muses, softly, studying you. "so breakable. and yet, you're still standing. still...breathing." his thumb brushes over a particularly dark spot near your ribs, and you wince, squirming in your seat.
"he kept you so hidden." his voice drops, almost to himself. "but i see you. i've always seen you. all of you."
he steps back abrubtly, eyes burning with feverish intensity, obsession laid bare in the way his gaze devours you.
"tell me," he says, suddenly, "did he ever...apologize?"
you think for a moment. not for this. he seems to catch your answer in your expression.
"of course not," he mutters, almost to himself. "but don't worry, darling. i'll make sure he regrets it."
he turns away from you, pacing the room with restless energy. his fingers tap against his thigh, a sharp rhythm. with a sinking feeling, you realize that he's already decided what to do with your uncle.
why he counted the bruises. a mark for a mark.
eventually, he calms, but there's still tension in his shoulders. "you'll be more comfortable upstairs," he says, attention back on you. "i had your things moved."
you blink, caught off guard. "my..things?"
he doesn't answer. instead, he walks out the door, towards the staircase you hadn't noticed when you first arrived. you hesitate, before pushing yourself off the chair to follow him.
your shirt is still pooled on the floor where you dropped it, but you don't bother picking it up. you know enough about suguru now to know he wouldn't like it very much if you put it back on.
you follow him up the stairs of the penthouse, leading to the second-story of the apartment. he leads you down a hallway, passed a row of closed doors.
finally, he stops in front of a door at the very end of the hall. gesturing for you to enter, you open the door and venture in, eyes scanning the space.
a large bed, a dresser against one wall, a vanity with a mirror, a small desk, and a window that looks out upon the city.
traces of him are everywhere- hairties on the desk, a small stack of books on the dresser, dark clothes hung neatly in the closet.
"do you like it?" he asks. he's bent down slightly, cool air against your cheek as he tries to look at the room from your point of view.
it would have been cute if it wasn't coming from him.
something catches your eye- a crisp envelope, laying neatly on top of one of the pillows.
"open it," suguru says, voice low, once he notices that you've seen it.
you hesitate, grabbing the envelope, tearing it open with your fingers. inside is a single photograph- a picture of your uncle, slumped in a chair in what looks to be some sort of dark, cement basement.
his face is bruised, swollen, eyes closed. something black is written on his forehead, like sharpie messily scrawled onto his skin.
"paid in full."
you look up at him, heart pounding furiously in your chest. you might need to puke again, you're not sure.
he smiles, softly- almost apologetic, for your sake. his eyes are cold.
"sleep well," he murmurs. "i'll leave you alone for tonight. but tomorrow," he trails a finger down your jawline, "we start fresh. hm?"
he turns to leave, but pauses in the doorway, glancing back at you one last time. he just stands there, taking you in, before he finally leaves, closing the door behind him.
you hear a click.
the silence after the door locks behind him isn't empty. it's almost full- full to where your pulse is ringing in your ears, where the air feels like static.
and then you're screaming, all the fight that had forsaken you now coming back in full- fists pounding against the door as you demand to be let out.
eventually, after your short-lived fight-response drifted away, you stare at the photograph in your hands, the edges of the paper cutting into your skin.
your uncle's face stares back at you- a man who once looked so terrifying now looks so broken.
he looks like you, in that way.
the locket on your neck feels like a brand. heavy weight onto your neck. you tried taking it off- but it wouldn't budge. you're not sure how he managed it.
you exhale, slow and shaky, and set the photograph on the nightstand as you lay back on the bed. your body sinks into the mattress, cursing out the comfort of it all. the sheets are cool against your skin, the bruises on your ribs no longer throbbing.
for the first time in years, you're not falling asleep to pain.
and that might be the most terrifying part of it all.
synopsis: you never meant to get in the middle of a marriage. but when you're caught between your beautiful best friend and the king she was forced to wed, you find your position as a maid-turned-concubine particularly challenging - especially when he begins demanding an heir from one of you. can gojo keep you all to herself? or will everything else keep getting in the way?
pairing: queen!gojo x concubine!reader (x king!geto)
wc: 20.7k
content: mdni. angst + smut, medieval setting, FEM!JO!!!, YURI YURI YURI!!!, lots of yearning and pining, intense jealousy, loathing, childhood crushes, gojo is obsessed, yandere!femjo tbh, piv sex, character death, trauma, reader is suffering, heavy angst, fear of being abandoned, cold and conniving gojo, but she's also a sweet puppy for her girl, they want each other so bad, humiliation, wrongful imprisonment, unbalanced power dynamics, master/maid relationship, use of nicknames (princess, angel), geto slander lmfao, confessions, kissing, oral sex (f! recieving), fingering, blindfolds and restraints, 69, multiple positions, happy ending
a/n: this was a commission for my incredibly lovely angel @cantarcantar + the art above is from the super talented @anniewinniie and the div is by @/tsumiinum
âFuck, Suguru, youâre so-âÂ
As much as Satoru enjoyed hearing your pretty little pants and moans, she was rather sick of hearing you whine his name instead of hers.Â
But of course, even if she was the queen, what could she do when you were her husbandâs concubine?Â
âSomeoneâs going to hear you, pretty,â he wryly replied, and she could practically hear the smirk in his honeyed voice, syrupy sweet just for you.Â
Blegh.Â
She held in her gag, grimacing at his deep grunt.Â
Satoru parted the thick vines concealing your not-so-secret garden hideaway. Tucked behind flowering bushes, forget-me-not covered trellises, a blanket was spread out on the green grass of your hidden nook as Suguru fucked you right there, your dress bunched up above your hips as he greedily plunged his ridiculously oversized cock inside you.Â
Where was the patience?
The preparation?Â
Treating you like a princess rather than rutting into you like some ruthless animal?Â
Satoru felt her mouth twitch down, heart freezing as she found herself slipping through the gap in the trellises, forcing herself to slyly smile as she interrupted the scene.Â
âSuguru,â she called out, keeping her voice airy and calm as she condescendingly looked down at your bodies tangled together. Containing the cold anger that had sunk its claws into her heart as she cleared her throat, sucking in a slow breath, âYour advisor is looking for you.âÂ
Her husband threw an annoyed look over his shoulder, dark bangs falling in his face as his soft purple eyes hardened into a scowl.Â
âHe can wait,â he grimaced, as if to say, so can you.Â
But Satoru could be just as stubborn.Â
âI heard itâs about a rather important matter,â she lied, shrugging her shoulders as the skirt of her finely embroidered dress swung and shifted by her feet.Â
âI will be finished in just a-âÂ
âWe can always continue when you return,â you reassured him, brushing his bangs back out of his face and biting down on your glossy bottom lip.Â
You knew your place.Â
Content to be that knaveâs concubine, free for him to use whenever he pleased. Unbothered no matter how many times he expected you to wait and adhere to his whims when he should be doing his damndest to make your every wish come true.Â
Satoru despised it. Detested the infuriating way her husband took and wasted every ounce of your attention.
You were her best friend first.Â
âFine,â Suguru hissed, hesitantly pulling out of you but not before throwing Satoru a heated glare.Â
âI can keep your concubine company,â she smiled, blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction as Suguru unceremoniously shoved his cock back inside his pants, storming past her to go off and search for an advisor who was likely already tucked into his bed.Â
He would just come back for you once he figured it out.Â
But by then, Satoru was sure she could kill the mood enough that he wouldnât get to have you tonight.Â
Not without her in the room.Â
âIâm sorry,â you softly apologized once he was gone, hastily pulling your dress down, embarrassed that sheâd seen you so exposed.Â
As if it wasnât the first time.Â
She was well aware of her husbandâs preference for you to not wear any undergarments when he was planning on seeing you. Had walked in on the two of you in their marital bed more times than she could count.Â
At first, she thought it was better you than her.Â
Held no interest in having sex with him herself or making any heirs, no matter how much the court tried to convince her that it was necessary.Â
Why would she ruin her body for a man she could barely stand? Who she was forced into a political marriage with?Â
Lately?Â
She was growing tempted to just take her clothes off and offer herself up if it meant Suguru would go a single day without insisting on having sex with you. Even if sheâd be resisting the urge to gag and roll her eyes at every one of his groans.
âIâll return to my chambers, Your Majesty,â you respectfully murmured, averting your gaze with faint shame creeping into your fair features. You were trying to not make this strange or strained, smoothing out your dress as you pushed your palms off the blanket.Â
âHow many times must I ask you to call me Toru, hm?â She teased, breaking the tension with an easy laugh.Â
It used to be breezy to be around you.Â
Before he snatched you from her grip.Â
Back when you were both girls growing up together, as a princess and her maid. Your delicate hands brushing her hair and working all the knots out with nimble fingers at the end of every day, chatting about the scullery gossip before Satoru would pull you into the blankets and demand that you sleep next to her.Â
To keep the nightmares away.Â
Everyone always let Satoru do what she wanted.Â
Except for having you.Â
Sure, she could drag you around, take you everywhere she went, but instead of simply being hers, you were more of an accessory.Â
The most you could be was a maid. A servant.Â
Not a lover.Â
Satoru tried to be content with that. Truly.Â
Accepted it from an early age that you werenât going to be hers when she was destined for a political relationship and your stare often lingered a little too long on knights instead of ladies.
She told herself that at least she got to bring you along to this palace to be by her side for this marriage, but the moment Suguru saw you standing next to her, he stole you.Â
Made you his concubine within the week, put you in your own room and dolled you up in gowns and gems. Satoru had been sneaking blue dresses in your new closet, replacing the jewel tones and purples with the shades of the sky, of the ocean rather than the rich hues he had such a proclivity for.Â
But it didnât make much of a difference when you were tending to him now instead of her.Â
âToru,â you said her name so sweetly, chewing the inside of your cheek now as you reluctantly met her stare. âIâm sorry you had to see that.âÂ
âYou are not the one who should apologize,â she exhaled, shrugging her shoulders as she walked over to where you were sheepishly staring at the blooming flowers.Â
Skimming a delicate hand over your arm, appreciating the warmth of your skin as she stopped just shy of your shoulder, tracing a little heart with the edge of her thumb as she soothed you.Â
âCome with me,â she murmured.Â
Your head snapped up, your eyes wavering and wide. Unsure. âWhere?âÂ
âMy room,â Satoru hummed. âLike old times.âÂ
Back when the only hands that ever had the fortune to brush over your body were hers. When you belonged solely to Satoru.Â
Funnily enough, you were still sleeping in her bed. Just with her husband.Â
What would she have to do to keep his calloused palms off her prize?Â
âAre you sure Suguru will be-âÂ
âNo man would complain about two beautiful women in his sheets,â she rolled her eyes, interlocking arms with you and pulling you forward.Â
It wasnât exactly true.Â
Suguru would have plenty to grit his teeth and groan about when he wouldnât get the chance to put his dick inside of you.Â
But you were naive enough to not realize that, smiling back at Satoru the way you used to, leaning against her arm and sighing with relief, relaxing once it struck you that she wasnât upset with you.Â
âIâm not nearly as beautiful as you,â you wistfully mumbled under your breath, and Satoruâs heart soared. Pale cheeks heating up at your compliment, squeezing you reflexively as she laughed.Â
She knew she was beautiful. Blessed by the gods in nearly every aspect from the moment she was born.Â
But even when they had given her a face any male would love, they had cursed her with a heart that could only belong to a female.Â
To you.Â
Had been stamped with your name and sealed to be yours from the first day she found you.Â
It wasnât fucking fair that Suguru got to just reap everything she sowed.Â
Got to be the one inside you, on top of you, beside you. Who could just openly want you with no repercussions.Â
If his smug smirks and sly remarks werenât enough for her to loathe him, Satoru still would have hated him for that fact alone.Â
âI think you are far lovelier than any of these lousy flowers,â Satoru spoke softly, tilting her head around the garden sheâd grown to only feel disgust for too.Â
It had been beautiful at first. A work of art sheâd taken to walking the winding paths through in the evenings to calm her chaotic mind when the two of you first came here.Â
But all it had taken was to walk in on Suguru mounting you on a patio table the third week in for every last petal and blossom of this place to become tainted. Â
He was making a fucking fool of her.Â
Freely flaunting how much he adored fucking you wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.Â
No doubt she wasnât the first to catch the two of you.Â
âYou flatter me,â you blushed, turning away from her as you picked up the pace.Â
You already knew the way back to her marital room.
Even if she wasnât the one you usually came there for.Â
Satoru had separate chambers, of course, ones that were made solely for her, but she knew that Suguru would retaliate in some petty fashion if she brought you there instead.Â
âI am merely being honest,â Satoru hummed, lips curling up in an easy smile that didnât quite reach her eyes.Â
She knew you well enough to know you were too embarrassed to respond. That you werenât truly taking her seriously.Â
Shouldnât you know by now that the only person she saved her sincerity for was you?Â
âI find myself missing you more and more,â Satoru slowly added, heart thumping so hard she was sure it would somehow end up lodged in her throat as you looked back at her with those big, apologetic eyes.Â
Guilt-ridden.Â
Weighed down by the obvious worry you carried for fucking her husband.Â
âI miss you too,â you murmured quietly, lip curling up in your best attempt at a smile before it immediately fell again.Â
âYou seem tired,â Satoru observed, reaching over with her free hand to brush the hair away from your face. Treasuring the few seconds her fingertips skimmed across your soft cheeks. âLetâs get some rest.âÂ
âBut Suguru-âÂ
âDo me a favor,â she purred, offering her most reassuring grin. âDo not worry about him.âÂ
She could deal with it.Â
It was worth whatever trouble would come to watch you trade your dress for one of her silky blue nightslips, staring at the bare expanse of your exposed back as you bent over to shimmy it on, holding her breath as you turned around, looking absolutely delectable.Â
The sweetest dessert she could ever dream of.Â
And the only one she wasnât allowed to taste.Â
âDo you want me to do your hair?â You asked, fiddling with your fingers as you nervously looked around the room.Â
Satoru wished she could wipe your anxieties away.Â
âI would never say no to that,â she said instead, putting up a far more carefree front than she truly felt.Â
Perching on the edge of the stool of her vanity, passing you her hairbrush as you slowly pulled all of her long, silky white strands back over her shoulder. You took your time brushing it out, carefully separating it as you went and making sure there were no tangles before you slowly began to braid it, nimble fingers working to twist the parted hair.Â
She could see your reflection in the mirror, the way you bit your kiss-swollen bottom lip, brows pinched together tightly in focus as your practiced hands made an easy job of it.Â
âThere you go,â you hummed once you finished, tying a white ribbon at the end as you looked in the mirror back at her. âDo you like it?âÂ
âI like everything you do,â Satoru replied on instinct.Â
Except for Suguru.Â
Your face flushed, smiling as you stepped back away from her, glancing over to the bed.Â
âGood night then,â you muttered.Â
âGood night,â Satoru replied, shoving down the lump in her throat as she tried to discreetly dry her clammy palms on her own nightdress as she stood up. Snuffing out a few of the candles so that the only light was from the flickering fire, crawling into bed after you, pretending to be unaffected by your proximity as she got under the sheets next to your body.
But she wasnât quite as good at it as she used to be.Â
Unable to slow her breathing, chest rising and falling far too fast as you tossed and turned, the short hem of the slip riding up on your thighs under the covers as Satoru desperately stared at the ceiling of her four-poster bed and ignored the heat ignited in her core.Â
A steady pulse, an irritating throb straight to the center of her, speeding up each time your leg brushed against hers, or your hand accidentally grazed along her arm.Â
âSweet dreams,â she belatedly whispered, but you had already fallen asleep, soon snoring on one of her pillows like you once did so long ago, hair sprawling out that Satoru couldnât stop herself from softly stroking.Â
Her pretty maid, right where she belonged once more.Â
But for how long?Â
When would Suguru do something that would fully free you of her?Â
God, what the fuck was she going to do if he knocked you up? Forced you to bear his heir? Make you raise a whole brood of miniature hims?Â
That asshole would surely move you to a separate palace, maybe claim that Satoru made threats or something equally absurd to justify giving you a title or some security.Â
Satoru refused to let any of that happen.Â
You were more than just a breeding mare.Â
More than just a pawn to be played with â no matter what her husband attempted to turn you into.Â
Like she summoned a demon, the door swung open, and Satoru immediately removed her hand from by your head, sitting up in bed to stare at the intruder.
The real interloper here.Â
Suguru scowled at the sight of her next to you, his lips pressing in a thin line as he peeled off his expensive robe.Â
âReturn to your private chambers,â he dismissed, irritation heavy in his voice.Â
âThis marital bed is mine too,â Satoru retorted, patting the spot next to her to gesture for him to join.Â
Sheâd prefer not to spend the night suffering the masculine scent of his cologne, but she supposed she could just roll closer to you to inhale your much sweeter smell. It was always light, flowery, like some intoxicating summer bloom she wanted to pluck and preserve.
He laughed at the idea of sleeping together too, a low and cruel one.Â
Satoru wanted to snarl back that if she were a man, if they were both vying for your hand, you would have chosen her without a blink.Â
But she just had to bite her tongue and stare at the one person who had everything she wanted.Â
âFunny that I only find you in here when itâs with her,â he knowingly scoffed.Â
âIs it?â Satoru feigned ignorance. âI was the one who brought her here.â
Her husband didnât care though.Â
No, he just walked over as if she had no place in this room, no right to her spot in the bed beside you, stripping his shirt off before removing his pants, as if a little bit of nudity would scare Satoru off.Â
âWhat do you think our love would do if she knew you lusted after her even more than I do?â Suguru mocked, barely making an effort to disguise his thinly-veiled threat. One corner of that irritating mouth of his curling up in a crude smirk, casually dismissing the weight of her affection for you to a simple sin.Â
His love?Â
Satoru almost laughed back at him.Â
You were hers. Had always been.Â
And would be once again.Â
âShall I tell her?â He asked, tilting his head towards your sleeping figure as he pulled back the blankets to get in too.
âShe would think itâs just a jest,â Satoru rolled her eyes, her nose scrunching up as he actually got in next to her.Â
It didnât matter how obvious she made it to you.Â
You were blissfully unaware.Â
Clueless to the hunger she harbored in her heart to chain you to her.Â
âI suppose weâll find out soon,â he muttered under his breath, and despite the shield sheâd prepared, it splintered with sheer panic at the thought of you taking his word.Â
At the risk of you being repulsed by the realization, rejecting her and refusing to exist in the same space for the rest of her life.Â
That wouldnât do.Â
Suguru was already a persistent problem.Â
But now it appeared she had no choice but to solve it before he could screw her over. Before he could wreck what sheâd spent so long building.Â
Sheâd prefer to prepare a guillotine for his cock, to punish him for the crime of being inside you, but she refused to be the one put in prison for it.Â
No, Satoru needed a plan. A foolproof way for this to end with you in her arms.Â
Perhaps some poison to put His Royal Majesty in a grave while she was at it. Â
ΔâżĐ·
âMorning, beautiful.âÂ
You wondered who your kingâs groggy morning voice was meant for. You?Â
Or his wife?Â
Your true master.Â
âGood morning, husband,â Satoru replied, her usually sweet voice cold and clipped.Â
Of course.
You werenât exactly surprised.Â
But what did throw you off was the two very different arms strewn across your waist, one thick and muscled slung low towards your hips while the other far daintier one was delicately tangled just below your breasts.Â
Somehow, you had ended up in between them.Â
Rather fitting, wasnât it?Â
âI wasnât speaking to you,â Suguru scolded her, and your stomach just curdled at the annoyance in his tone.Â
The weight on your midsection disappeared, and you tried to roll on your side, to pretend you were still asleep, but then he was pulling you against him, and you could only bite the inside of your cheek and focus on the taste of blood on your tongue to hold it together as something hefty and hard pressed into your spine.Â
It was just wrong to do this in front of Satoru.Â
You didnât understand what Suguru saw in you anyway.Â
It wasnât like you truly were stunning. Not compared to her.Â
You werenât blind.Â
Youâd always been rather plain put next to Satoruâs perfect face.
She was the one people stopped to stare at when she walked in a room, the subject of whispers and wishes and fools willing fate to just give them a single chance for the pleasure of one conversation in her presence.Â
And beneath her beauty was the sort of one-of-a-kind soul someone could spend the rest of their life searching for.Â
Even now, when you were sleeping with her husband, she was still being sweet to you.Â
Swearing that she knew you couldnât do anything about being his concubine, bringing you back to her bed for a sleepover like she hadnât caught you having sex with him.Â
You didnât deserve her. And you really couldnât comprehend why Suguru wouldnât want her.Â
Yet, she always tried to spare your feelings.Â
Sent away any maid who mocked you and scolded any staff member that attempted to tease you ever since you were children.Â
Going from dismissing any knight that tried to flirt or feel you up as teenagers to stripping some lower noble of her rank simply for speaking ill of you two weeks ago over suggesting that she should punish you for trying to steal her husband.Â
You hadnât asked for any of it.Â
All you wanted was to watch her fall in love. To stand by her side and see her find her happily ever after.Â
Instead, you were embroiled in an affair with the man she married.Â
And now the guilt was gnawing through your bones, shame shattering you every time she saw you with him.Â
You sort of felt like your life could be divided in two groups.Â
Before Satoru. After Satoru.Â
She saved you. You were born into servitude, to parents who worked in the worst kind of noble homes. The ones where the money was passed down with generations, belonging to spoiled gamblers and drunks who didnât know how to do anything other than spend it â and couldnât care less about their staff members.Â
You learned how to scrub baseboards and sweep instead of how to read and write. To never speak unless spoken to. To make yourself smaller than a speck of dust just to survive.Â
It didnât matter.Â
They had a son a year older than you.Â
One that was particularly fond of pulling your hair and ripping up your uniforms every time you hung them out to dry.Â
Who found a passion in pushing you down and pretending to his family that you had committed every variety of petty crimes against him.Â
Your life was a living hell.Â
Until your angel showed up.Â
In a pretty white dress that matched her soft hair, the sun shining on her pale face as she blinked down at you with big, blue eyes. She was visiting with her parents, supposed to be attending a play date with your personal tormentor, only to walk in on him attempting to cut off a chunk of your hair with a knife heâd stolen from the chef.Â
He had accidentally cut you with it, a thin streak of blood trickling down your throat as you sobbed hysterically, unable to stop yourself as you curled up against the tree he cornered you against.Â
âDrop that,â she commanded, an air of authority to her even when she was still a child.Â
He did, even though his obedience seemed to surprise him.Â
âYouâre not the boss of-â
She was already stepping forward though, kicking the knife away before graciously approaching you, unbothered by the sniffing mess youâd become, just squatting down and drying your tears with her sleeve.Â
âYouâre coming home with me.â
And you did.Â
She had half-dragged you inside, forcing herself to fake tears of her own before crying to her parents that he had attacked her, and that youâd gotten hurt defending her.Â
They believed her lie.Â
And she bought you from the hellhole you were born into.Â
You would probably be dead without her.Â
Starved or beaten for not performing your duties well enough, discarded like some cheap possession instead of a person.Â
The boy was punished, his familyâs status revoked â although you never learned what happened to them after that.Â
At least with Satoru, you could be her doll.Â
Someone she dressed up and dragged around to tea parties and meals, forcing everyone to have a chair for you like it was normal for a mere maid to dine with royalty.Â
She grew out of it when she got a little older, when people began to look down on you for her behavior instead of her.Â
But when they announced her marriage, she still refused to go unless she brought you with her, insisting that she wouldnât adapt without a familiar face before whispering to you in private that sheâd never leave her favorite friend behind.Â
Did she regret that now? Wish she never took you in to begin with?
You felt like a nuisance.
It was impossible to ignore the whispers of the court here, the constant discussion of the heir that didnât currently exist.
All of it felt like your fault.
Surely, if you werenât here, if you werenât imposing, then Satoru might have already gotten pregnant, or perhaps have even had a child already.Â
As far as you knew, they had yet to even consummate their marriage.Â
You used to whisper about what it would be like to have sex. So sure that she would be the one to experience it first. Giggling under the covers about how the whole thing seemed sorta gross. To let a guy stick it inside of you and listen to him grunt and groan?
Honestly, you never thought it would be you giving up your virtue before her.Â
Sugugu hadnât been shy about the fact you were the only one he was intimate with.Â
Turning his nose up and scoffing when you inquired about the status of their relationship, the same way Satoru did, as if it was simply absurd that they could ever have a baby together.Â
And now his royal advisors had started whispering suggestions that he should plant his seed in you instead, murmuring that if Satoru was too stubborn, he must secure his line another way as if you werenât in the same room when they said it.Â
As if your loyalty hadnât always lied with her.Â
But she wouldnât listen to your warnings.Â
How were you supposed to convince two people who acted like they couldnât stand each other to not only have sex, but create a child?Â
You knew you were a fool. Naive to still presume that there must be some way to make this work without making Satoru suffer. But you couldnât stop trying.Â
âI would like you to leave,â Suguru snapped at her, and years of experience had engrained the instant impulse to protect her in you.Â
To interrupt and insist that she had every right to be here too.Â
Even if Satoru had never once needed you to defend her. Not the same way you needed her.Â
âWill you drag me out if I do not?â She cheekily returned, and you finally forced yourself to start to stir, to stop the argument already in progress as they both immediately fell silent. Satoruâs soft hand skimmed over your forearm, delicately dragging her fingertips up to your shoulder before yawning, âGood morning, sleepyhead.âÂ
âMorning,â you muttered, slowly cracking your eyes open and beginning to sit up just for a second hand to shift to the small of your back.Â
âDid she bother you with all her tossing and turning?â Your king asked, concern veiling his contempt for his wife as he peered down at you with those dark purple eyes. Devoid of the light you were used to seeking, swirling with something you werenât quite comfortable enough to name.Â
Sometimes, you wondered how much he wanted you, and how much he wanted to piss her off. Equally unhappy at the situation heâd been thrusted in, forced to marry a stranger he didnât know or want and finding refuge in pissing off the one person that was also innocent in this. Taking it out on her instead when he had no way to punish the system he was stuck in.Â
âSatoru never bothers me,â you answered honestly, still doing your best to mend the bridge between them as you peered up at him with an expression you hoped would earn some empathy from him.Â
Or at the very least, get him to not toss her out before she even stepped foot out of the bed.Â
âYouâre too sweet,â he muttered, sitting up straighter to let the blankets fall down around his bare waist. Tenderly caressing your cheek as you stilled, thinking of what he seemed to leave unsaid. Too sweet for whom? Him? Or her?Â
You supposed you were just overthinking it, blinking nervously before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips right there in front of her, pushing his tongue in as you tried not to scrunch your nose up at the thought that he had yet to brush his teeth before slipping his tongue in your mouth.Â
But you returned it, accustomed to going with the tides instead of swimming against them, allowing him to possessively splay his fingers across your back as if Satoruâs fingers werenât still sinking into your shoulder.Â
And by the time he pulled away, you had collected yourself enough to smile sincerely back at him when he rested his forehead against yours.Â
It wasnât that you disliked him, or harbored any hatred for him.Â
The feeling swirling in your stomach was closer to pity. You felt bad for him.Â
He felt like a flip side to Satoru. Reminded you of her in his own strange way when he spoke to you like you were more than just a maid. Even if he only saw you as his own accessory instead of hers.
âMeet me in the gardens at noon,â he instructed, slipping out of his bed as you both stared. His back muscles flexed as he bent over, only throwing a look back to wink at you while Satoru made a quiet gagging noise next to you.Â
You nearly giggled, only holding it in when his dark brows pinched together in a glare back at her.Â
âOf course, Your Majesty,â you murmured, nodding dutifully as his chest puffed back out with pride. Finishing redressing quickly, his mouth twitching down at the two of you in his bed, but he didnât say anything to disprove Satoruâs theory about men and beautiful women.Â
âAlone,â Suguru added, starting towards the door before Satoru could add something snarky.Â
The moment he was out the door, you could hear his voice calling through it for a servant, and you already pictured the way a few were likely stationed at the end of the hall, ready to accompany him and do whatever he wanted.
âMeet me in the gardens,â Satoru mimicked him, rolling her bright blue eyes as her long lashes fluttered dramatically as she twisted you back around to face her. âHeâs so insufferable.âÂ
âSatoru,â you said her name, face heating up at the way the syllables felt rolling off your tongue, still strange to address her so intimately when she was so far above you. âIt worries me-âÂ
âNo,â she interrupted you sternly, your shoulders slumping at her unexpected scolding. âThere is nothing for you to worry about.âÂ
âBut the two of you-âÂ
âI know,â she sympathized, knowing what you were about to protest before you had to say it. Seeing through all of you the way no one else ever did, or probably ever would. âBut you should just keep doing what he asks.âÂ
Like you couldnât see how much it hurt her to even suggest that.Â
Satoru was more sensitive than sheâd ever show. Feelings hidden under her carefully crafted shield, always pretending to be the perfect princess on her towering pedestal, protected by some impenetrable glass that never let you touch her.Â
She could say she couldnât stand Suguru. But who wouldnât be hurt at the man they married so blatantly disrespecting them?
âI just want you to be happy,â you softly said.Â
âI will be. Eventually,â Satoru stiffly said, dragging her thumb over your bottom lip like she was wiping off his kiss. âWe just have to grin and bear it for now.âÂ
âAnd things will get better?â You hopefully asked, reaching up to clasp her hand. Feeling a little bit like a child again, looking up to her with blind trust, faith that she could fix problems that seemed far too big for you. Imagining all three of you a few months from now, getting along and grinning over lunch in the garden, sitting underneath the shade of an umbrella and snacking with Satoru on one side and Suguru on the other.Â
âI promise they will.âÂ
There was nothing you craved more than for her to be correct.
But your blind belief in her started to fizzle and fade when the days refused to stop dragging on while you rarely got to see her. Only catching glimpses of her from across the room, usually when one of you was being flaunted on Suguruâs arm and the other was left to stand on the side and stare. Barely getting a chance to speak to her when the king you were both supposed to obey had decided you were better kept in your bed chambers or his private office, away from the wife he pretended didnât exist around you.Â
You tried to tell yourself what she had.Â
To just bear it.Â
Comforting yourself with the handful of smiles she snuck you, reassuring yourself that you didnât have to be wracked with guilt every second you spent with Suguru. That you shouldnât hate yourself for the moments with him where you found yourself actually enjoying his company, or genuinely giggling at a joke he made.Â
It didnât make it easier to stop loathing the parts of you that liked the attention. Being doted on and deemed deserving of more than just the monotony of being a maid.Â
Underneath it all, you still knew what was coming.Â
A girl like you was only measured by what uses she was good for.Â
Could taste his expectation in the air long before Suguru delivered the curdling news over tea, sitting there like a brainless doll as he informed you that he had the maids brew the kind that helped fertility.Â
Casually suggesting that you make a fine mother as you feigned agreement, running off to a bush to throw it up the moment he left to attend to other business.Â
You couldnât do that to her.Â
No, you wouldnât.Â
You refused.Â
It wasnât like you had any idea how you would refuse, not when you were sure he would be back in your bedroom tonight. Stripping off his robes with that easy smirk of his, placing his crown on your head as he buried his cock in you, probably already planning on no longer pulling out but plunging himself deep enough to make sure the seed he planted was sowed.Â
That it would sprout into an heir he could use as an excuse to remove any power his wife politically held.Â
You puked again.Â
Bile rising that you couldnât push down, getting sick until you finally managed to suck in enough deep breaths to pull yourself together, wiping the corner of your mouth and standing back up on trembling legs, looking around to make sure no one had seen you.Â
But a few maids were standing nearby, wide-eyed and whispering to each other before scampering off in a hurry once your stare caught theirs, surely off to spread rumors about what theyâd seen.Â
You were stumbling away too, walking back inside the cobbled halls and hurrying through the twists and turns, ignoring the pointed looks you received from staff members and guards passing by. You werenât sure where you were going until you were there, nervously tapping your knuckles against the door to Satoruâs office, hardly able to keep your breathing steady until you heard her call out in an annoyed tone, âCome in.â
You pushed it open, holding your breath as you peeked inside to see her head hanging down behind her desk. Her cheek resting on her hand, silky hair falling around her shoulders as she sighed and scribbled something into a thick book.Â
âWhat is it-âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you half-whispered, your voice coming out as a croak from your sore throat.Â
She immediately stopped what she was writing as her head snapped up at the realization it was you, shutting the book and placing her palm over it. Her blue eyes were razor sharp, freezing over in a flash under furrowed brows.Â
âWhat happened?â She demanded to know without a pause. Ready to go to war with just two words.Â
âHe wants me to have his heir,â you blurted out, still panicking as you looked to her like there was something she could do about it.Â
In all the years youâd known her, the only other time youâd seen the expression that was on her face now was the day you first met her.Â
Focused and flat at the same time, not betraying anything as she just blinked at you once more.Â
âTell me you donât want it,â she requested, completely serious as you struggled to tear your stare away.Â
âOf course I donât,â you answered, shaking your head as your fingers nervously clutched at the skirt of your dress, fiddling with some of the fine embroidery as you struggled to catch your breath, the taste of vomit lingering in your mouth as you thought about what your life would look like a year from now if you did. A black-haired baby on your hip and a hole punctured straight through your heart.Â
You almost added that you had only come here for her, but you couldnât bring yourself to when all that had resulted in was you warming her husbandâs bed.Â
What would her life have been like had you stayed behind? Would you have been kicked out of the palace youâd spent years by her side in? Left to start over in some quaint village, maybe starting a small farm or working in a local shop instead?Â
You would choose any of it over being the reason she was suffering. Even if it meant struggling and scraping by all alone.Â
âI will take care of it,â she stiffly said, her nose upturned in the air as she pushed a plate of cookies someone had left on her desk away from her. âYou should go now.âÂ
A piece of you shattered.Â
Some deep internal wound ripping open at her quick dismissal, despite your instinct to believe that her words were more binding than any oath.Â
âBut-â
âTrust me, princess,â she softened her tone, smiling now, like you couldnât see how tight of a line her mouth made. Using a nickname she hadnât called you in years, back when she tried to make you feel better about the difference in your status, late night promises that you could be her princess and she could be yours.Â
âToru,â you murmured back, watching her eyes crinkle for a second before she shook her hair and pointed a delicate finger towards the door.Â
âPlease leave,â she asked, and you had never been good at disobeying her.Â
Feeling like a mutt that had been thrown out in the rain, tail tucked between your legs as you walked all the way across the palace to your own chambers. Pacing the floor there in a panic, wringing your hands and wearing out the carpet as you tried to think of some solution.Â
Stupid nobles and their moronic obsession with bloodlines.Â
Why couldnât they just adopt a child and raise it correctly?Â
You would have his child if Satoru asked you to. If she said she didnât want to do it herself.Â
But you were scared for her. Terrified that she would somehow end up thrown out if you had an heir and she refused to.Â
Maybe it would be easier if one of them were less stubborn. If Satoru was less prideful and Suguru more agreeable.Â
Was that asking for the impossible?Â
Just an idiot jammed between a rock and a hard place and wondering why you couldnât squeeze out?Â
You prepared yourself that evening anyway, going through the motions of putting on the thin style nightdress Suguru preferred, but picking one in a soft shade of blue that reminded you more of Satoru. Carefully applying a thin layer of makeup, exhaling at your reflection as you wondered to yourself where the girl from a few years ago had gone.Â
She probably would have strangled you for suggesting sleeping with Satoruâs king, no matter the circumstance.Â
And right now, you would give just about anything to go back to those days. Where the most important thing you had to worry about was how to style Satoruâs hair the next day, or what would be served for breakfast in the morning.Â
âYouâre wearing blue.âÂ
Your head turned to find Suguru standing there in the doorway, his lips turned down as his hazy stare slid over your body. You hurried to stand, forgoing spritzing the fancy perfume he gifted you across your skin as he strode over to you. Ready to fake moans and feign devotion.Â
âIs this not one you gave me?â You innocently asked, tilting your head to the side.Â
It wasnât like you could purchase your own dresses.Â
Truthfully, you had no idea what even happened to the funds you saved up before Satoru brought you here. She had said she would take care of the transfer, but within days of coming here, you were being whisked off your feet and away from her by the man in front of you now.
âI guess it doesnât matter,â he muttered, his fingers plucking one of the straps off your shoulder and pulling it down with a sigh as he ignored your inquiry. âIâm taking it off of you anyway.âÂ
His hands shook while he removed it, his fingers unsteady for once as he tried to shimmy your panties down your thighs next. He kissed you, but the sour taste of wine was still on his lips, and you ached to pull away.Â
To ask him to reconsider what he wanted from you.Â
Even if you knew that wasnât your place.Â
To your surprise though, he retreated first, your mouth still hanging open as he let out a low groan. You knew something was wrong at the sound of it. How guttural it came out when you hadnât even touched his cock yet.Â
You blinked up at him only to see red.Â
Blood dripped down his lips as he stared at you without really seeing you, fear glittering his dark eyes empty in the candlelight as your own fingers reached out to wipe it away. Had you bitten him without realizing it? Was he hurt?Â
Before you could even touch it, he coughed hard, and your face was suddenly wet.
Your hand was still outstretching towards him the moment he collapsed.Â
Someone screamed, but it wasnât until servants began running into the room that you realized the horrible sound was coming from you, ripped from the back of your throat as the scene immediately morphed into a mess. Maids shouting for doctors and rushing around to try and stop the bleeding that was still pouring from his mouth, propping him up. But even if his eyes were open, they werenât blinking.Â
Had his soul already separated from the still shell he left behind?Â
Something damp hit your palm, your fuzzy vision struggling to focus as it belatedly struck you that you were still dripping with the red, your palms shaking, refusing to stop twitching at the unnerving sight of it.Â
Steady drops begging to drop down to your bare breasts, staining your skin as you stumbled back, running from the inevitable as your shattered gasps wouldnât allow enough air into your lungs.Â
This wasnât happening.
It couldnât be.
This must be a nightmare. Some awful dream youâd gotten dragged into as you tried to wake yourself back up, desperately wiping your face as you struggled to get it clean, but nothing was working. Nothing was changing.Â
Hyperventilating as a maid shouted, calling in guards while your back hit the wall, your fingers trembling as you buried your face in your hands, as if you could hide from what was happening.Â
âIs he still alive?âÂ
No. No no no.Â
If he was gone, what the hell would happen to you?Â
There were too many people in the room, too much going on for you to focus on what was happening in front of you. Your ears filling you in no matter how much you desperately wanted to shut it all out.Â
To rewind the clock, even if it was just for a few minutes. Bring it back to where everything was still normal.Â
The palace doctor arrived out of breath as you peeked back up at your world unraveling only to find him shaking his head as he checked the limp body on the floorâs pulse.Â
You knew it before he said it though. Had from the moment he coughed and collapsed.Â
âThe king is dead.âÂ
The only person in power now was his wife.Â
Someone was probably on their way to get Satoru now, to shake her awake from her bed and notify her that her husband was no longer among the living.Â
Even if you didnât want to have his baby, you still never would have chosen this.Â
Curling up with your bare knees to your chest, staring at your blood-splattered blue nightdress left in a crumpled pile on the floor, eyes wild as you watched people rush in and out.Â
Guards filing in, one of them ripping you up from off the ground with a rough grip on your arm, barking some question you didnât understand as you tried to shake your head, dragging you out of the room as you got one last glimpse at Suguruâs still form staring up at the ceiling.Â
âDid you do this?âÂ
âWhat?â You blinked, turning back with disgust as you rebuffed it. âI-I wouldnât-âÂ
The guard wasnât listening, pulling you out only for you to nearly run into someone else.Â
Your pounding heart stopped the second you realized it was Satoru.Â
Her pretty face pinched up with disdain, long hair loose and cascading down her back, an intricate amethyst-colored gown draping over the cobbled hall as she looked down at you, her mouth twitching as her gaze drifted across your exposed skin.Â
You were about to beg her to tell them that it couldnât have been you, bottom lip trembling as you tried to get the words out, but she cut you off, looking to the knight by her side as she solemnly shook her head.Â
âLock her up.âÂ
She couldnât mean it.Â
It honestly felt more far-fetched than Suguruâs sudden death. Unable to understand those three sharp words that left her lips until another man was yanking you away, pulling you down corridors.Â
Humiliation burned through you as the initial shock started to fade and the reality of your situation began to sit in. Being dragged naked across the palace until you were led up a long spiralling staircase to a tower youâd never stepped foot inside before.Â
Spared the cruelty of the cold dungeons only to be shoved inside a tiny room at the top, a heavy door slammed shut as your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. A barren space with only a small bed pushed against the wall, a small window that was only big enough for you to peek out of, the bitter night breeze blowing in through it as you stood there, waiting for, well, you werenât sure what.Â
Satoru to show up and swear this was all some awful joke? To tell you that she didnât mean to scare you and that everything was fine? That this was all a part of some plan of hers?Â
Wishful thinking, wasnât it?Â
If they thought you were responsible, that you somehow killed him, you would be executed within a month.Â
Maybe not even offered a trial, just dragged out to be hanged or beheaded without a chance to defend yourself.Â
Who would have sympathy for a traitor?Â
A poor maid masquerading as a concubine, one who truly should have never had a place beneath the king to begin with.Â
All you were was an ignorant idiot that was born to take the blame. No matter your innocence.Â
And yet, when you finally heard footsteps approaching your lonely room, you were still rushing towards it, ready to plead your case to whoever showed up.Â
When you heard Satoruâs voice, you nearly sobbed.Â
She must be coming to let you out. To explain everything away and bring you back to her room the way she once had. Whisk you away and remind you with that charming smile that she had told you not to worry.Â
Satoru wasnât your knight in shining armor. She was better.Â
A hero with her white-haired halo, your blue-eyed angel in a gossamer gown.Â
âToru, please,â you called out, peeking up to discover a rectangle carved out of the thick wood of the door, wide enough for you to look back out into the barely-lit hallway.Â
âMake sure no one comes up here,â Satoru coldly instructed the knights outside, your heart stalling as you stared at her through that thin slat. The heavy click of several additional locks followed while her sharp eyes watched you back, your heart shattering into even tinier bits with each one.Â
And then Satoru did something that stomped on all the remaining shards of it.Â
She left.Â
You broke down, sobbing on the floor until there wasnât anything left in you to cry out. Curling up on the frigid ground instead of the bed, unable to even summon the strength to get up and crawl towards it.Â
At some point, you supposed you fell asleep like that, because when you woke up to a fraction of the sun slipping in through your tiny window, there were clothes and food delivered, along with a cold bucket of water and a washrag.Â
Too numb to feel thankful, as if someone had scooped every part of you out as you ignored the food in front of you, about to cup a handful of water and drink it before you looked down at your hands and saw all the dried blood still staining them, your stomach shifting once again as the memory of Suguruâs face before he died floated up in your brain.Â
You scrubbed your skin, washing Suguru off of you until the bucket had run red, staring at the liquid sloshing around. Refusing to stop until you were certain there were no traces of him left, your hands raw and trembling when you dropped the rag back down.Â
Putting clothes back on didnât make you feel any better.Â
Not when you had traded the fancy dresses you had just begun to get used to for a plain one, the material scratching your skin as you finally managed to get yourself up into the bed.Â
But even just trying to go back to sleep didnât work when a knight came barging in to conduct an interrogation.Â
Which essentially just meant hours of him asking the same questions and getting angry when you kept giving him the same answers?Â
âDid you conspire to kill the king?â No.Â
âDid you poison him?â No.Â
âDid you have any reason to want him dead?â Yes. No.Â
It didnât matter what you said though.Â
As long as it didnât align with what he was hoping to hear, he wouldnât give any of your words credence.Â
And by the end of it, you were being dragged back to your cell, waiting for a fate far worse than simply being the mother of the future heir to the kingdom.Â
Even if you used to think there was nothing worse than betraying Satoru.Â
Being abandoned by her was the cruelest sentence of all.Â
A raw throbbing ache taking up residence in your chest, reminding you of her absence with every short breath you sucked in, no blankets to curl up and hide under as you waited for the inevitable.Â
You knew what the cold felt like. How brittle it could be when it settled into your bones. Knew how starvation felt when your body started to break down bits of yourself for sustenance.Â
But knowing her warmth, how full she could make you feel, only ate at you more. Shoved off the pretty pedestal she placed you on, no longer sparkling or polished as you stared at your bitten-down nails and numbly craved pieces of her you knew would never be yours.Â
Perhaps this was punishment for dreaming too big.Â
For ever thinking that you could have her while you were still catering to Suguru.Â
A day passed.Â
And another.Â
The hours slipping past you in a dull daze, food delivered that you refused to take a bite of. A little voice in your head that was quickly growing delirious suggested that it could be poisoned, and it was the only thing that tempted you into taking a small bite.Â
But then you thought of the fear in Suguruâs eyes when he died, and you dropped it again, returning to your uncomfortable bed, curling up to stare at the same wall youâd been studying the cracks in since you first crawled into it.Â
You were losing it.Â
About to start speaking to yourself just to stop the silence from driving you crazy, only your thoughts to keep you company as you tossed and turned, no energy left in your exhausted limbs as you tried to think of all the ways this could end.Â
Unable to come up with a way out of this when the only person you ever found worth living for had decided you werenât worth it anymore.Â
Satoru had told you to trust her.Â
But you never had anything to offer her other than loyalty.Â
And what good was that when you wouldâve had her husbandâs baby if he hadnât died?Â
She must hate you.Â
âOh, princess.âÂ
Great.Â
You had lost it.Â
Were you hearing things now? Sanity slipping away with every day you decided not to eat?Â
âWonât you at least look at me?â Satoruâs sweet voice called out to you.Â
You weren't going to, stubbornly keeping your head forward until you heard the locks actually unlatching. Sitting up on the thin mattress and turning just in time to see the door opening, and your angel returning to you.Â
An easy smile curling up on her glossy lips, her ethereal eyes sparkling in the fading light of the day drifting in from outside, a white dress softly fluttering around her frame as she leaned against the wall like she was waiting for you to get down on your knees and thank her.Â
âI didnât do it,â you breathed, almost automatically.Â
You needed her to believe-
âSweetheart,â she softly shook her head as she sighed. âI know.âÂ
Then why did she throw you in a tower and lock you up like this? Leave you a broken mess, laid bare and bloody?Â
âI just had to take care of a few things,â Satoru cooed.Â
You didnât move. Couldnât.Â
Unable to speak when you stared at her, feeling like a stranger in your own skin as you studied her back.Â
âDid you think I would just let you rot?â She teased, as if you werenât still a prisoner while she tilted her head to the side, appraising you like you were some fruit she had finally decided to pluck.Â
It hurt.Â
A small wound ripping open beneath the surface, one you were quick to bandage up and come up with excuses for.Â
Almost immediately telling yourself that surely, she came to you as soon as she could, relief washing over the fresh sting at the realization she truly didnât think you were behind Suguruâs death. That she hadnât abandoned you after all.Â
âDonât just sit there and stare at me,â she huffed, sick of your silence, folding her arms across her chest and frowning at you.Â
âToru?â You croaked out her name, wanting to trust that it still had a place on your lips as you waited for her to disappear. Standing up on unsteady legs, muscles sore from how little youâd used them lately as you took unsure steps forward. A piece of you still convinced that you might be imagining this, or drifted off to some pretty dream where she played the same role she always did.Â
Your savior.Â
But when you got to her, hesitantly reaching out to touch her face, your fingertips trembling as you touched her cheek to discover it was solid.Â
Soft.Â
âI missed you too,â she murmured affectionately, reaching up to hold your hand there. Relaxing into your touch as you felt something inside you instantly crumble at the tiniest show of regard.Â
And before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around her neck, tears welling up as you inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, burying your face in her throat as a rough sob escaped you.Â
She let you.Â
Didnât push you off or give you that look like you had overstepped some boundary.Â
No, she just slid a hand over your back, holding you closer and letting you cry into her collarbone. Stroking your hair, slowly picking out the tangles and knots in it as your body shuddered with the force of your tears.Â
You didnât think you had anything left in you to cry.Â
But apparently there you werenât dried out yet, and she held you through all of it. Murmuring soft words into your ear, coaxing you to calm down as you struggled to piece yourself back together after you let it all fall apart.Â
âI swear, I would never do anything that could put you at risk,â you added, anxiety still swirling around your thoughts as you shook your head.Â
âDonât worry,â Satoru purred, squeezing you as another shudder wracked through your body. âThe right person will be imprisoned soon.âÂ
As terrible as it sounded, you couldnât find it in yourself to care who had done it, or even why, as long as it meant you and Satoru would be safe.Â
The rest was just noise.Â
You could go back to being her maid. Waiting on her hand and foot if it meant you wouldnât have to be away from her side again.Â
And if the court tried to take her crown, or shipped her back to her own palace after the rightful king had been killed, well, you both could get through it together, couldnât you?Â
âI thought you left me,â you mumbled, your voice cracking as she tenderly hummed your name.
âI would never,â she swore, petting your head as she pulled you into her chest, your shoulders slumping at how tightly she held you. Â
âPromise?â You hopefully asked, needing to know. Needing her to say she wasnât going anywhere.Â
Simply needing her.Â
âI promise.âÂ
You believed her with just two words.Â
Under her spell in a handful of moments, your heart pounding in your chest when she eventually pulled away, cupping your face and wiping away your tears like it hurt for her to see you crying.Â
âCome with me,â she spoke slowly, her thumb skimming lightly over your cheekbone.
You would follow her anywhere.Â
Across the kingdom. To another, or even over the sea to some small countryside village. Any place was fine.Â
As long as she wanted you there.Â
Skipping down the long stairs after her, your pulse thrumming in your eardrums as you waited to get stopped by some guard, for a knight to pop up and point a sword at you for absconding with their queen.Â
No one else was around however, the halls barren and silent as her soft fingers interlaced through yours, tugging you ahead as she navigated through them with ease.
âWere you starving yourself for my attention?â She half-whispered, her voice hushed and husky as she threw you a look you didnât understand.Â
Was she disappointed in you?Â
âI havenât been hungry,â you mumbled, shaking your head. You never thought sheâd come check on you. Or even be keeping tabs through whoever came to drop off the food for you.Â
âThatâs no excuse,â she softly scolded you.Â
âIâm sorry,â you automatically apologized, hanging your head lower as she opened a door and ushered you into a room youâd never been in before.Â
It looked like it was actually fit for a princess.Â
Ornately designed and filled with expensive furniture you couldnât fathom the cost of, your body freezing just two short steps inside as she shut the door behind you. Quickly making herself comfortable, slipping off her short heels and walking over to the massive bed against one wall, looking back at you with barely concealed excitement, searching your face to see if you shared
âYou can stay here for now,â she whispered, winking at you as she ran her palm over the soft fabric of the blankets adorning the bed. âItâll be our secret.âÂ
Your secret.Â
The words echoed in your head, unable to shut your open mouth as you struggled to take your eyes off of her.Â
âMuch better than that dingy tower, hm?â Satoru goaded, pride glittering in her brilliant stare.Â
âWhat is this?â You asked, looking around at the intricate tapestries hung on the walls, the plush carpets laid over the floor, the carvings into the wooden dressers and the canopy of the bed.Â
âYour room,â she happily hummed.Â
âMy-â You couldnât even say it out loud.Â
It had to be a joke.Â
âThereâs a warm bath waiting for you,â she murmured, nodding towards an adjoining door youâd been too overwhelmed to notice before. âAnd some fresh fruit on a platter by the tub. Your favorites.âÂ
What were you meant to make of this?Â
Her belated apology for locking you up for days? For leaving you behind to handle affairs far bigger than you?Â
Something itched at the back of your conscience, telling you to second guess this gift.Â
But how were you supposed to listen to your better judgement when everything left of your sensibility had been broken?Â
âPlease eat something,â she added, and all you could do was nod your head like a moron.Â
âI will,â you dutifully answered.Â
Who were you to disobey your queen?Â
âDo you need help getting out of that?â She asked, glancing towards your dress, nose wrinkling at the dirt on it before she dusted herself off like perhaps youâd gotten her filthy too.Â
âNo, I can do it,â you insisted, slipping into the bathroom before you could somehow end up even more self-conscious.Â
But your muscles were already aching for relief, a throbbing pain beginning in your shoulder when you lifted your dress up and over your head.Â
One that was thankfully soothed by the still warm water in the tub, a welcome relief to the frigid water buckets youâd been sticking using the last few days. Flower petals floating on the surface, bath salts mixed in as you sank yourself in neck-deep.Â
True to her word, there was a platter of food set up by the tub, and you forced yourself to take a few bites, nibbling on just enough to satisfy her request.Â
Satoru was trying to take care of you.Â
Shouldnât it be the other way around?
Offering your shoulder for her to cry or cling to after her husband died horrifically?
Of course, you knew she didnât like him. Or well, more accurately, she loathed him. But his passing put her in a precarious position, her own life most likely hanging in the balance when she had no heir to guarantee her safety or status here.Â
You didnât know what she was going to do.Â
Which also meant you had no idea what you were going to do.Â
A piece of you wished you were born a man. That youâd been given the chance or opportunity to learn swordsmanship, or got to train with the knights. That you would be able to protect Satoru, shield her from these petty and cruel court politics instead of getting caught in the crossfire.Â
Washing yourself of the last few days did not help quell your feelings of inadequacy, or solve a single one of your problems, no matter how soothing it was to soak and scrub yourself clean properly this time.Â
You didnât linger in the tub.Â
No matter how much you might have liked to, a far greater part of you longed to be around Satoru. Craving her company after youâd been deprived of her presence for so long. You wanted to curl up in her lap like you used to, back when you were children and sheâd be the one to comfort you over every skinned knee and scraped elbow.Â
Stepping out of the tub with a heavy sigh, squinting when you discovered something wasnât quite right.Â
âToru?â You called out, glancing around the small room searching for something that was evidently forgotten. âThereâs no towel.âÂ
Or change of clothes.Â
Nothing but your discarded dress from before to cover up, although you werenât exactly inclined to pick it back up.Â
You thought sheâd just open the door and toss something to put on.Â
Not just swing the door open and saunter in a second later, not even blinking as her eyes swept over your bare form. Lingering on the swell of your breasts and the way the water droplets were still rolling down between them.Â
âThe maid must have forgotten,â she hummed, dragging her stare off of you to do a courtesy sweep of the room. âGive me a moment.âÂ
You were overthinking it.Â
Nodding obediently as you glanced down at your legs, shuffling on your feet as heat rose to your cheeks, thankful for the soft thud of the door shutting.
She returned a couple minutes later, a towel in one arm and a white gown that looked an awful lot like a short version of her own in the other, passing both to you with that practiced smile of hers she usually saved for when she was up to something.Â
âThere you go,â Satoru chirped. âIâll wait for you.âÂ
It wasnât like she hadnât seen you naked before.Â
But this felt decidedly different. Â
And you didnât know what to do about the strange fluttering in your stomach at the idea of her watching you dress, at the way her eyes had drifted so dangerously slowly over the shape of you.Â
Was this a dream?Â
Were you still asleep? Still stuck in that tower?Â
Wishing for something you had never once been able to admit to yourself that you wanted?Â
You took an extra few minutes to dry off, adjusting the way the dress hung over you five times too many before you paused to brush your teeth in the mirror, avoiding your reflection as you spit in the sink, watching the tinged pink drool disappear with a soft exhale.Â
Satoru was pristine. Pure.Â
And what were you?Â
You opened the door, fiddling with the hem of the dress sheâd given you as you nearly ran straight into where she was waiting right outside of it.Â
âI was getting worried,â she lightly joked, and you were brushing past her, a painful surge of panic bubbling back up.Â
âWhy are you doing this for me?â You asked, hyper aware of how undeserving you were as you padded barefoot back into the overwhelmingly lovely room. âItâs too much, I-âÂ
âYou should know by now that nothing is too much for me when it comes to you,â Satoru chided with a soft chuckle. Refusing to let you step away from her, grabbing your wrist before you could slip away.Â
She was so close.Â
That familiar scent of her lulling you back in, daring you to breathe her in again.Â
And god, you wanted to.Â
Satoru said your name, and before you knew what you were doing, you were leaning up on your tip toes and pressing your lips to hers, impulsively planting a kiss to her strawberry-flavored mouth.Â
You knew within half a second that you shouldnât have done it, but you couldnât stop yourself, deepening it as your fingertips tenderly grazed her impossibly perfect skin. It took every ounce of self restraint for you to pull away from her, shaking your head as you tried not to cry at the thought you would never get to do that again.Â
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, immediately wishing you could take it back, sure that she would throw you back in the tower for the crime of presuming you could possibly deserve anything as sweet as her lips. âI shouldnât have-âÂ
But before you could so much as finish your sentence, Satoru was cupping your face and pulling you back in, her nose nestling against yours as her blue eyes sparkled with something youâd never seen in them before.Â
âDo it again.âÂ
ΔâżĐ·
You were kissing her.Â
For a moment, Satoru was sure she had died and this was heaven.Â
How often had she scrawled into diaries her deepest dreams of getting to experience the taste of you on her tongue?Â
Your gentle hands on her face and your heaving chest pressed against hers, lips slipping between her own with desperate affection.Â
You. Desperate. For her.Â
Her brain only conjuring her small words and short sentences, too overwhelmed by the sensation of your soft mouth to think straight.Â
God, you tasted so good.Â
Fruity and sweet at the same time, your delicate fingers sifting through her hair as you let out the quietest squeak Satoru immediately wanted to hear over and over, sure sheâd never get sick of the sound.Â
And behind the lovestruck haze, a jealous voice scoffed that she shouldâve killed Suguru far sooner for getting to taste you like this first.Â
Slipped the poison in his cup the moment he set his sights on you and made his intent to steal you clear.Â
Of course, cleaning it up wouldâve been much messier, but red hot jealousy coiled and cut through all her cold logic when she thought of his massive mitts manhandling you instead of treating you like the rare flower you really were.Â
Satoru was the one who spent her life watering you, taking care to tend to the soil and fertilize it, making sure youâd bloom so beautifully for her, and he tried to rip your roots out like you wouldnât just wither away without her.Â
âSatoru,â you whispered her name, sucking in a sharp breath as you pulled back, eyes shining with surprise.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for you,â she swallowed hard, spit pooling in the back of her mouth.Â
From the day you looked up at her like some wounded lamb, you had been hers.Â
Perhaps it had just taken a little separation for you to see that too.Â
âYou were waiting for me?â You repeated, that dazed, dreamy look in your eyes as you looked up at her, as if you thought she was going to change her mind.Â
âMy heart has always been yours,â she proclaimed, although the confession she used to imagine came out far more shaky than it had in her head. Not nearly as cool or collected or calm as she pictured when your cheek was so warm beneath her palm.Â
Praying that you wouldnât change your mind now that she had no way to take back the words.Â
âBut Iâm-â You were about to put yourself down. To diminish the light inside you that she loved so much.Â
âYouâre mine.âÂ
And no one elseâs now.Â
Before you could protest, claim something silly about the difference in your status, she was pulling you back onto the bed, your form landing on top of hers as the feathered mattress cushioned the fall. You tried to wiggle back, but Satoru simply gripped your waist, refusing to let you budge as she pushed her bottom lip out in a pout you immediately softened for.Â
âSay it for me,â she requested.Â
âI have always belonged to you,â you acquiesced, and Satoru wanted to bury herself inside of your heart to make sure there really was no space for anyone else inside of it.Â
That it was wholly hers the way you already occupied every nook and crevice of her body and brain.Â
She was craning her neck up to kiss you again, your mouth meeting hers a little slower, more hesitation creeping in as your body began to melt against her. A possessive hand sliding up your spine, already annoyed at the fabric separating your skin from hers.Â
Needing to feel you properly, for your soft flesh to dimple beneath her fingers, to leave lovebites scattered across every inch of you that you offered.Â
âIt killed me to see you with him,â she muttered, chest seizing at how vulnerable the confession came out.Â
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, shaking your head before she abruptly flipped you over, pinning you beneath her and pushing your dress up to expose-
Oh fuck.Â
Was every part of you so pretty?Â
Your pussy glistening as she nudged your thighs further apart, her pulse pounding in her ears as she finally got to see all of you up close. Presented perfectly for her, your nose scrunched up like you might be scared she could possibly find something wrong with you instead of being awestruck by the simple sight of you splayed out for her.Â
She might not have a cock, but Satoru was sure she could make you cum hard enough to forget about any petty insecurities that might be plaguing you.Â
âTake your gown off,â Satoru instructed, only realizing how stern it came out when you faltered, hesitating as you bit your bottom lip. âPlease.âÂ
Before she had to break down and beg for you to strip.Â
Satoru sat up and started lifting off her own dress as well, watching the way your eyes hung onto the heave of her breasts, how they kept shyly flickering back up to her face as your fingers slowly moved to remove the fabric.Â
You werenât girls anymore.Â
Not kids playing husband and wife, or king and queen.Â
Exploring each other for keeps, hands tepidly traveling across hips and thighs and breasts at first, although it didnât take much time for the touches to turn needy.Â
Hungry for something youâd both been starving yourselves of for years.Â
Could you really blame Satoru for not being able to stop herself?Â
For hooking one of those soft thighs of yours over her shoulder and dragging her tongue along the inside of it before the last little tendril of self-control she possessed snapped?Â
She had to have you.Â
Slipping two fingers inside you slowly, feeling the way you squeezed around her digits, your mouth forming a delicious little âoâ she wanted to kiss again. Already shaking before she even began to swirl her fingers around inside of you, barely able to contain the heat rolling through her core just watching your reactions as she pushed in deeper.Â
You whimpered, and every single thing that led up to this in Satoruâs life was suddenly worth it.Â
The mocking, the marriage, every mistake she made on this meandering path, sheâd do all of it again if you were waiting for her at the end of it.Â
Your lips swollen and kiss-bruised as you let out soft sounds of pleasure that were because of her. Your naked form shivering in the same bed as you reached down to run your fingers through her hair, holding it back as she found herself half-delirious with lust she couldnât hold back.Â
Slotting in a third finger the second she thought you could take it, watching your eyes widen and start to water as they rolled back, your hips bucking up to drive her fingers as deep as possible.Â
âMy princess can take more,â she purred, spreading you further apart, greedy eyes gazing on your stripped bare body, the thin sheen of sweat sticking to your skin as you moaned her name.Â
âS-Sâtoru,â you cried out, and she was a little tempted to just do this for hours and count how many times she could make you say it precisely like that.Â
Satoru must have imagined this moment a million times. What your face would look like all scrunched up, how you would shiver and shake as she swirled her fingers in, feeling for all those sensitive spots that had you immediately trying to squirm and wiggle away.Â
Pushing and pressing into them while she pleaded for you to stay put in her sultriest voice.Â
âBe a good girl for me,â she hummed, and you nodded, loyal as ever. Itching to please her as badly as she wanted to please you. âLet me love you.âÂ
Let her hold you.Â
Fuck you.Â
Make you cum as many times as you could in a single night and then give her the rest of them. All your nights. All your days. Everything.Â
Satoru had always been greedy.Â
And you satiated her sweet tooth more than anything else ever did.Â
Sinking her teeth into the inside of your thighs just because she could, feeling your muscles twitch and spasm as you gasped, caught off guard.Â
You didnât stop her.Â
No, you let her bite and lick and kiss, her mouth latching onto your swollen clit, swirling the tip of her tongue over it as you let out a raw noise. As if someone had just ripped it from your stomach, pulled it out of you too fast for you to soften it.Â
Her fingers continued to thrust in while she nipped at your clit, just for your body to confirm what she suspected by clenching around her hand like you wanted to trap it in there. You were cumming for her already.Â
Sheâd seen you do it with Suguru.Â
But this one was so much more visceral, no dramatic or drawn-out moan, just your body melting into a puddle for her to mold as you fell apart for her.Â
You were shuddering, limbs trembling, as you tried to pull her back by her hair.Â
But you had never been good at telling her no.Â
Even when she was driving you right to the brink of overstimulation, and then pushing you well past it, greedily sucking on that sensitive bud, pressing her tongue flat against it as she pumped her fingers in-and-out, finding a steady rhythm to ruin you too.Â
Satoru had never had sex before. Her purity protected well into the marriage she was supposed to save it for. No experience of her own to truly compare this too. But sheâd touched herself and pretended it was you enough times to have an idea of what would make you unravel just right.Â
Operating on instinct, on need, peering up at you from her position between your thighs as pretty tears welled up in your eyes. Satoru wanted to soothe your ache, to kiss them away and drag her tongue over the streaks they left on your cheeks.Â
Perhaps she shouldâve planned a little better, found something bigger to stick in you, to make you moan and murmur for mercy with, watching you fall apart while she teased and toyed with your body now that you had finally given yourself fully to her.Â
You were so beautiful like this.Â
Being brought to the heights of pleasure, worshipped the way you shouldâve been from the start, her tongue and fingers working together as she clumsily made out with you, only pulling off to drag the thick muscle over your slick folds for a better taste.
âI-I-â You hiccuped, your voice half an octave too high as your thighs clamped down around her head, your own thrown back as you wiggled your hips, chasing a second climax. âI c-canât-âÂ
âYou can,â Satoru hummed, rubbing her own thighs together to soothe the aching need between them. âWant you to cum for me again, princess.âÂ
You wouldnât deny her.Â
You never did.Â
Desperately groaning as you gave in, sweat making both your bodies sticky as you tried to not to tug too hard at her hair, still holding back to not hurt her as you crumbled into a crying mess. Tears slipping out that she was quick to climb back on top of you and wipe away, kissing your lips to swallow your whines, enjoying the way you fit so nicely beneath her until you started to come back down.
âYou look so pretty like this,â she softly complimented, tracing her thumb over your lip, already missing your kiss the moment your mouths were apart.Â
âToru,â you whispered her name, and she was sure that she would never get sick of hearing it. Far fucking better than the way you used to say Suguru.Â
âMhm?â She hummed, chewing on the inside of her cheek as you stared straight through her. That fuzzy look in your eyes fading as understanding replaced the daze.Â
Like youâd suddenly gained some clarity.
âIt was you, was it?â You asked, and you didnât need to say what when you were both well aware of what you were accusing her of.Â
Were you really just now considering it?Â
Was your judgement clouded from your unconditional love? So devoted that you were deluding yourself into ignoring the obvious?Â
âNo,â Satoru lied, still in the habit of hiding the truth if it meant sparing your feelings. Refusing to lose you after she just got you. âIt wasnât me.âÂ
ΔâżĐ·
You were flying far too close to the sun.Â
You knew that somewhere deep inside of you as Satoru snuggled against your collarbone, her warmth wrapped around you as she burned you up. Her scorching touch seared into your skin as she refused to let even an inch separate the two of you.Â
Sooner or later, your wings were going to fail you, and send you tumbling out of the sky back to the ground.Â
Would she catch you when you crashed?
Or would you be left to stare up at her until she was just a beautiful bird flying high out of your reach?Â
All you were doing was damning yourself by dreaming of a happy ending with her.Â
You guessed you should just be grateful for what you had while you had it.Â
That she hadnât cut your tongue out for daring to slip it between her lips.
It hadnât been the first time you had thought about it.Â
But even entertaining the idea of her choosing you had always been so preposterous you pushed your budding feelings down deep, refusing to let them devour you no matter how often she occupied your dreams.Â
Your life had been built around the pristine pedestal you placed her on. Â
Your world revolved around her smile, her laugh, hearing your twinkling voice in your ear and feeling her soft fingers brushing over your skin.Â
Everything youâd ever done had been for her.Â
So why did it feel like youâd just gone from warming one rulerâs sheets to another?Â
As if you were just in her bed for the comfort she brought, the security of her position.Â
You hoped she wouldnât think that. That she understood that if she asked you to run away with her today, you would accept without hesitation.Â
Next to her now, her sleepy eyes fluttering open as she hummed your name, it just made you think of how stupid you were not to have been doing this all along. For not seeing this for what it was sooner.Â
âYouâll be safe here,â Satoru murmured, snuggling against you as you rolled onto your side. Keeping herself glued to you, her lips lingering on your skin with a content sigh.Â
âWhat happens next?â You murmured, watching the morning sun beginning to rise through the stained glass window, slowly chasing the dark away as your personal sunshine faltered for a moment.Â
âTheyâre still investigating his passing,â she mumbled, refusing to say Suguruâs name. Or call it for what it must have been. An assassination someone wanted to make you the scapegoat for. âYou havenât been officially cleared yet.âÂ
And still, sheâd showed up for you, hadnât she?
âBut I will be?â You hopefully asked, your heart thrumming at the thought of this being ripped from you too.Â
âNothing will happen to you,â she swore.Â
You had given her your heart. Your soul. Your body.Â
Those were all you really had to offer.Â
But handing her your trust?Â
That wasâŠtricky.Â
Especially when she wouldnât offer any more details about your detainment as the minutes melted into hours and the hours twisted into days that just kept passing.Â
In the dark moments, a cold voice suggested that you should at least consider the chance she could have done it. Orchestrated it from the shadows. But she had told you she hadnât.Â
She wouldâve confessed it if she had.Â
Suguru had his fair share of enemies. Disgruntled rulers from other kingdoms, angry nobles and dukes who wanted more power than he allowed.Â
It wasnât like it was outrageous that one of them had grown sick of his antics and took matters into their own hands. Â
So you tried to be content too, Satoru trading your tower for more comfortable quarters, her trusted knights stationed outside the room you caught glimpses at when she slipped in-and-out, leaving you to attend to her duties most days.Â
She brought you meals, insisting on hand feeding you half the time, murmuring under her breath that you couldnât be trusted to do it yourself before she had you for dessert. Hands spreading your thighs apart as she lapped and licked you up, refusing to pull off until you had cum on her tongue or come undone with her fingers, falling apart for her to mend back together.Â
Still, it had started to feel like you were becoming more a part of her schedule than like her partner.Â
Perhaps that was wishing too much though.Â
Wanting more than you had any right to ask for.Â
At the end of the day, you would still always be a maid in everyoneâs eyes.Â
Her pet.Â
Her people wouldnât exactly be pleased to know that their queen was more interested in women than securing another king or providing them an heir?Â
Were you a price she was willing to pay for political control? Would there come a day where she would remarry another man?Â
Was it already being arranged while you wasted weeks lounging around in her bed and longing for her to join you, smelling her scent on the pillow and aching for her return?Â
The worst part was how Satoru was so hesitant to let you hold her, doing everything on her terms as she came up with excuse after excuse to keep your hands either bound behind your back or tethered in her hair instead of tracing over her soft skin.Â
Did she think you were too dirty?Â
That you would stain her supple flesh if you so much as squeezed her close?Â
No matter how much it stung, you still shoved down your discomfort. Told yourself that you should be grateful for what she was giving you and ignore how much she withheld.Â
You had to plead with her just to be allowed to visit her office during the days to keep yourself from going insane. A trusted knight always had to accompany you there, a shawl hiding your face as they carefully took you there when no one else would be around. She stocked extra books for you, a basket left next to one of the armchairs with embroidery supplies, sometimes making you write letters for her that she couldnât care to do herself to foreign kingdoms and nobles to settle their unrest.Â
And after a month, you began to settle.Â
Setting aside old foolish hopes and accepting your new routine.Â
Waiting for her to join you in her office, curling up in one of the other chairs as you tried to tell yourself that sheâd come back soon. She had run off to attend some important meeting, patting your head and telling you that it was nothing when you tried to ask what it was about. Â
So what if it made you feel a little pathetic for waiting around like a poor puppy dog abandoned by her owner?Â
Satoru would return to you.Â
And she made all of it worth it.Â
Your body was beginning to fall asleep though, pins and needles pricking your limbs when you stood to shake it off, walking around in a circle and wondering if you were just destined to be on her leash before you decided to slump yourself in her chair instead.Â
It smelled like her.Â
Your body relaxing at the scent, already trained as your eyes skimmed over her cluttered desk space, papers strewn around from the hurry she left in before.Â
Curiosity pricking at you as you found yourself slowly opening up drawers and peeking inside to see if there was anything interesting hiding from you. And slipped underneath thick ledgers and blank papers was a plain black leather-bound notebook youâd seen her writing in before.Â
You pulled it out, a not-at-all small piece of you hoping that maybe it was a secret diary as you started flipping through it, that youâd find your own name scribbled down with hearts drawn next to it.Â
It turned out your name was there.Â
But it was the words that were with it that sent your stomach through the floor.Â
The contents of it were cold.Â
Sharp. Each word punctuated so deeply that the ink bled between the pages.Â
The confirmation that she loved you was there. Just sandwiched between white hot anger that someone else had gotten to touch you first. To fuck you in the bed you belonged in with her.Â
Queasiness slowly building in your core, something thick and slimy coiling around your heart as you skipped from the earlier entries to the more recent ones, knowing what was coming before you found the entry for the day Suguru died.Â
And there in between the lines, the truth stared back at you.Â
She had dinner with Suguru.Â
Shared a meal together right before he went to join you that she never once mentioned to you.Â
No.
This couldnât be right.Â
Satoru couldnât have-
Or well, if she did, she wouldnât have framed you for it.Â
She loved you.
Swore that you were hers and that sheâd never let anything awful happen to you again. The idea that sheâd put you through hell just to have you all to herself was crippling.Â
Maybe she didnât outright admit that sheâd done it, maybe you still didnât know precisely how, but you knew it was her with a scary sort of certainty.Â
Your body freezing as you read and reread the five short lines in front of you detailing her evening, forcing yourself to turn the page and read ahead, to see her absolutely unaffected as she offered just a single line about Suguru dying. Images of his face, that awful look in his eyes before he collapsed floating back up as you choked on the stomach-churning memory of him.Â
An awful thought crept in that she left it here for you to find. That some part of her hoped youâd be nosey enough to snoop and come across it.Â
For you to see all of her.Â
Was it a test?Â
Her attempt to see if your devotion to her was strong enough to stay despite what sheâd done.Â
You closed the book, shoving it back where you found it and standing up as the knowledge started to sink in, to seep through and cast a darker shade on your days together as you rushed to return to your chair.Â
What if it had all been designed to keep you firmly in your place beneath her? Confined to her chambers and chained to her heart?Â
Didnât she already know she didnât need to do any of it for you to stay?Â
The door opened with a creak, and you were reopening the forgotten book youâd been reading before you found the forbidden one.Â
âHi, beautiful,â Satoru greeted as she walked over, bending over to press a soft kiss on your cheek before breezing past to her desk.Â
âHi, Toru,â you echoed, pretending to be absorbed in the book in your hands, hoping she wouldnât notice you were holding it upside down.Â
You closed it, placing it in your lap as you looked up at her with easy obedience, praying she wouldnât pay any mind to the suspicion now lingering underneath it.Â
âWas I gone long?â She earnestly asked as she slid into her seat, scooting it up close to her desk and leaning across it as her blue eyes focused solely on your face.Â
âIt felt like it,â you confessed, swallowing hard.Â
âI must make it up to you tonight then,â your Toru teased, her perfectly cruel mouth curling up as she delivered a cute wink.Â
She did make it up to you.Â
But it didnât make you forget what you found.Â
What were you meant to do about it?Â
Pretend you hadnât? Pray that no one else would ever discover what you had?Â
You wished she would abandon this. Abdicate the throne and take you away somewhere warm.Â
But it was Satoru.Â
Hadnât you learned already she refused to give up anything once it was hers?Â
The privilege, the power, the promise of a gold gilded future with you waiting on her.Â
She would never let it go.Â
It was you that didnât know how to move forward. That could figure out where to go from here when she didnât seem to notice your indiscretion.Â
You spent two days torn over it. Treading softly with her, feigning that you were fine overnight until she left you again and you unraveled in her absence.Â
Opening the bedroom door an hour after she left, already knowing whoâd you find on the other side.
A brute of a man standing guard, his back to the opposite wall as his ruby red eyes narrowed at you with pure annoyance.Â
âNo.â
You hadnât even spoken yet.Â
Eying him with the same irritation he showed for you, nose scrunching up as you stopped yourself from huffing.Â
Most of the guards she had stationed outside your room changed, unaware of who they were even protecting, a rotating roster of men ready to keep you from breaking free. But not him.Â
He was always the one posted directly by your door.
Dark pink hair falling down in his face, scarred and marked skin always creased in a stern scowl when he caught you staring at him, one foot about to fall forward before he shook his head.
âStop,â he grunted as you peeked out of the door, and you feigned innocence, shrugging your shoulders.Â
âI just want to go to her office,â you pleaded, and he glared at you, refusing to even entertain your request.
âNo,â he deadpanned.Â
But there was something underneath his rude facade that you didnât like. Your brows pinching together as you tried to pout at him, to come up with something persuasive enough to change his answer.Â
Before you could, there was the click of heels, and you glanced back to see Satoru returning, a platter prepared with desserts. Her pretty face was pinched up with obvious displeasure though, her mouth twitching down as you hurried to step back inside your room.Â
She was slamming the door shut after you a few seconds later, half-shoving the tray into your hands as she turned to you with a disgruntled hiss.Â
âWhy were you speaking to him?â Satoru snapped, and the only thing you could properly think about was how pretty she looked when she was jealous.Â
The downturn of her lips, the way her blue eyes glinted with unfettered annoyance, blowing air out of her nose as she tilted her head to the side all dramatically.Â
âI wanted to see you,â you murmured, cupping her face just for her jaw to clench.Â
Torn between taking you at your word and questioning it.Â
âYou know I would be here with you all the time if I could,â she softly said, despite how cold her stare still was. Her hands still held warmth for you though. Delicately picking up a slice of a cake she mustâve requested the chef make, bringing it up to your lips.Â
You opened up for her. Holding her stare as she pushed it through, taking a small bite as she watched you swallow it.Â
âI worry about you,â you confessed as she wiped the icing from the corner of your mouth.Â
âDonât.âÂ
You never thought Satoru could possibly ask too much of you.Â
But that was simply impossible.Â
And the longer you went without any answers, the more you found yourself starting to spiral. To unravel as you waited and waited for something to change.Â
What could you do?Â
It wasnât like the court youâd never found any friends in would support what the two of you shared. Satoru had kept you completely clueless to what was happening outside of the two rooms you could be in, ignorant to how much trouble she might be in with no husband to wear the crown.Â
Truthfully, you had no plan.Â
No magical solution that struck you in the middle of the night.Â
But you wanted to help.Â
Peeking back out into the hallway a week after you first found her book, ready to prod and press her knight for more information on what youâd been missing, but to your surprise, the hallway was empty.Â
No sign of anyone as you slipped out, your heart thrumming loudly in your chest as you started down the familiar path to her office.Â
It was a short walk, but every step made your chest constrict, pulse pounding so loud you were sure someone had to hear until you were finally there, her office door cracked open just enough for you to steal a glimpse inside.Â
The knight was there, his brows knitted together tight as he looked through all the books lining the shelves, walking over to her desk and carefully looking through the documents on it with that permanent scowl of his.Â
Searching for something.
Oh no.Â
You had a feeling you knew exactly what he was hoping to find.Â
He was going to betray her, wasnât he? Looking for proof of what sheâd doneÂ
His hand reached for the drawer her notebook was in, and you were pushing the door open before he could discover it.Â
Your suspicions were confirmed with how straight he abruptly stood, acting as if he hadnât just been snooping.Â
âWhat are you doing out of your room?â He snarled at you, his voice hoarse and harsh as you refused to tremble or back down.Â
âWhat are you doing in here?â You returned the question, throat constricting at the intensity of his glare.
You werenât brave. Not nearly as strong or stubborn as Satoru. Â
It wasnât like anyone would ever be intimidated by you.Â
But you would try for her.
He didnât answer your question, just grinding his back molars as he stepped out from around the desk, starting to stomp over as if he planned to drag you out and toss you back into your room.Â
If he did that though, he might just come back and find precisely what he was looking for.Â
So while he started towards you, you walked the opposite way around to where heâd been, a lie slipping off your tongue like you were used to telling them, âI just wanted to grab some books I left in here.âÂ
âHurry up then,â he scoffed, biting his tongue, probably not pushing it so you wouldnât go and tattle to Toru about him being in here.Â
He thought you were stupid.Â
Just a brainless fool who was only good for getting fingered and fucked.Â
Not batting an eye when you grabbed a couple books youâd set aside on Satoruâs desk before pulling open the drawer and grabbing her diary, sliding it in the middle of the pile as her knight impatiently looked outside the door.Â
She would notice it was gone.Â
And you would have to fess up, admit that youâd read it enough to know to take it.Â
Youâd rather her be mad at you than to get caught for her crime.Â
Stoking the flames in the fireplace the second your guard half-pushed you back into the room you were supposed to be in, ripping out the incriminating pages first and using them for tender before tossing the rest of the book in.
Watching it go up in flames, ashes sputtering out as it turned to dust in front of your eyes while you paced the floor and planned out the speech you would give her.Â
Or would have given her had she actually returned for dinner.
The sun setting and the moon replacing it through your window as you waited and waited for her to come for you. Debating and drowning in your anxieties over what could be taking her so long, your eyes compelled back to the burning papers, using the fire poker to keep the flames going before you were finally forced to face the reality that Satoru might not be showing up tonight.Â
Climbing back under the freezing covers, the bed so much bigger without her there to curl up against.Â
It didnât matter how silky the sheets were or how comfortable the mattress was.Â
You couldnât sleep anymore when there wasnât the scent of her perfume and the softness of her skin to comfort you.
Was she upset with you?
Had something awful happened to her?Â
To make everything worse, you started to hear aâŠcommotion on the floor below you. Voices and the sound of things moving around, shouts and scuffles that only served to heighten your nerves.Â
You almost opened the door to go find out what was going on. Sneak out again to search for the truth, but every time your hand settled on the knob, you couldnât bring yourself to turn it.Â
Ignorance could be bliss.Â
But the truth would come out sooner or later.Â
Curled up on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together as your eyes stuck to the door, shadows dancing across the floor as the sun rose once again.Â
When it opened again, you were immediately standing, wiping sweaty palms on your nightdress as your breath got stuck in your throat, a hot lump forming the moment Satoru actually walked through.Â
âHi, sweetheart,â she softly greeted, exhaustion obvious in the dark circles betraying her beautiful face.Â
âWhat happened?â You asked, studying her features for some clue, heart slamming into your chest as you tried to figure out what the chaos beneath you could possibly be. What couldâve taken her so long to come to you.Â
âThey discovered who killed our dearly departed king,â she said, a faint hint of amusement shimmering before she turned away to lock the door behind her.Â
âWhat?â Your throat closed up, the word coming out as a stunned squeak as your brain tried to add together everything you knew.Â
The person who killed Suguru was standing in front of you.Â
If they knew that, she would be on her way to the gallows.Â
Not turning around so you could undo her corset.Â
You automatically stepped forward, fingers trembling as you undid her dress out of habit.Â
âOne of the knights slipped poison into his wine,â Satoru apathetically huffed, as if it was a waste of time to even talk about it.Â
âOne of the knights?â You echoed, reaching for something you didnât know if you were confident enough to confront her about right as you unlaced the final part. Satoru stepped out of it with ease, her perfect body on display as she twisted back around to look over her shoulder at you. âWhich one?âÂ
âDoes it matter?â She scoffed, arching up an eyebrow, clearly unhappy with your question.Â
But you still had one more left.Â
âWhy?âÂ
Her hesitation to answer gave you a different one.Â
âYou know as well as I do what he was like,â she said, a little too snappy as she squinted at you.Â
But the moment the words were out there, you could see she regretted her response, her fingers skimming over your waist and squeezing you tenderly. âItâs all over now.âÂ
You stared at her.Â
Satoru was lying to you.Â
You didnât know why it surprised you. Couldnât explain why it left you so shocked, staring at her in silence as you struggled to find something to say that wouldnât give away what you knew.Â
âThe knight was executed over night,â she added, your heart stilling as you realized the toll had risen to two.Â
But could you be upset when the other option was one, or maybe both of you taking their place?Â
âHow did-âÂ
âHe stole something of mine,â Satoru muttered, and you knew what mustâve happened without her offering anything else.Â
She must have returned to her office first and realized her journal was gone.
And there were only two people she trusted enough to have access to the office it was kept in.Â
So she pinned the blame on her knight and beheaded him before he could speak about any of its contents or piece together what sheâd done for you.Â
âHe didnât,â you breathed, your lungs shrinking as you struggled to get any more air in.Â
One of you had to be honest here.
She blinked at you, not comprehending what you were saying.Â
âWhat?â
âIt was me,â you admitted, stiffly shrugging your shoulders. âI saw him searching your office. And, I, um, took it and threw it in the hearth.âÂ
âYou burned my-?âÂ
âI read it,â you swallowed hard, that hard lump still there, still choking you up as you avoided her stare. âBefore. I know-âÂ
âNo,â she cut you off, grabbing your chin and forcing you to tilt your face up to meet hers. âYou, you were supposed to stay out of this.âÂ
You knew in an instant all she wanted was to protect you. To shield you from the nasty politics and petty games these awful people liked to play.Â
But you couldnât stand the idea of her doing anything at the expense of herself.Â
âYou should have told me from the start,â you insisted. âI-I wouldâve-âÂ
âYour hands were supposed to be clean.â And your head empty.Â
Did she think you wouldnât have loved her if you knew what she had done?Â
And now you had helped her conceal it.Â
âWe could have-â You started, about to tell her that as long as you were together, you could work out the rest.Â
âIf I told you before, you would have said there was another way,â Satoru solemnly said, her eyes narrowing as her fingers tightened around your wrist.Â
You couldnât really argue that. You would have said precisely that. Told her it was too risky. Tried to dissuade her from taking drastic measures and attempting to convince her to run away with you.Â
You used to wish that the two of them would find a way to work it out. That you could find a happily ever after where everyone would get along.Â
What would your reaction have been if she touched your face and told you that she was going to murder her husband?Â
âIsnât this what you wanted?â She pressed when you took too long to reply, her fingers pinching your chin to draw your attention back to right now. âI was not about to let you carry his child.âÂ
It wasnât like you could have hers.Â
Even if youâd do that in a heartbeat.
âHe would have just kept putting babies in you and pushing me away from youâ Satoru hissed, jealousy and anger rolling into her raw voice. âI couldnât-âÂ
âI know,â you interrupted her this time, softening as you leaned into her.
âNow itâs just us again,â she whispered conspiratorially, pressing a clipped-short nail against the tip of your nose.Â
How were you supposed to be mad about that?Â
You held your breath though, still searching for anything that could stand in the way.
âThese people, they are not going to just let you rule forever,â you whispered, thinking about what could befall both of you if her treason was ever discovered. Sure, sheâd found someone to blame, but there must be other loose ends. Whoever she obtained the poison from. The subjects who never supported her as queen to start with. âIf they find out or-âÂ
Satoru pressed her finger against your mouth, stopping you while you spiralled.Â
âPrincess,â she murmured, clicking her tongue as her initial emotions swirled into that cocky confidence of hers. Pride returning as she realized that you werenât going to condemn or curse her, but that you were concerned for her. âDonât you know me?âÂ
You hoped that meant she had already considered every side of your fear and took care of every conceivable problem.Â
âI love you,â you offered instead, your voice trembling as you put your trust in her hands.Â
âHis throne is mine,â she smiled softly. And his concubine.Â
âWhat if someone else challenges it?â You pressed.Â
âThereâs going to be a baby born with dark hair and purple eyes in a few months. His child. The mother doesnât want the child, so I made a deal. She gets her own estate. We will get our heir,â She explained, speaking in short sentences like it would make the revelation easier to swallow.Â
âSomeone else was pregnant with his child?â You breathed, taken aback.Â
When the fuck did he have the time to plow someone elseâs field when he pretended to be so preoccupied with you?Â
It was wrong, especially when it wasnât like your heart had ever wanted him, but it wounded your own pride a little bit at the idea you hadnât been enough for him.
You supposed you shouldâve suspected it, if Satoru wasnât enough for him either.Â
âYou werenât his only-â
âWhore,â you finished for her, the word coming out a little strangled as you saw the situation for what it was.Â
All youâd been was a warm body to Suguru.Â
You were both disposable, to be used and discarded when his interests drifted.Â
âWeâll tell everyone the baby is yours,â she added, as if she had already planned every last detail out. âAnd until the child is old enough, I can still rule as a regent.âÂ
Was that why sheâd been hiding you away?Â
Faking a pregnancy instead of keeping you prisoner?Â
âDo you think theyâll accept a child they think is a bastard?â You asked, needing her to say yes.Â
To assure you that your fears were unfounded.Â
That sheâd take care of you the same way she always had.Â
âI will give them no other option.âÂ
When she spoke like that, that cold look icing over her eyes as she steeled her resolve, you knew she would. That she would do anything necessary to make sure of it.
âAnd what? We live happily ever after?âÂ
Say yes.
You needed it. Craved her confirmation.Â
Looking up at her as your trembling fingers reached out to trace her waist, holding your breath as she nodded slowly.Â
âForever.âÂ
Your angel was standing in front of you promising you everything you ever wanted.
How were you ever meant to say no?Â
Even if she would lead you straight to Hell.Â
âYou can be my queen,â Satoru murmured, giving you that pretty puppy dog pout you always fell for, placated as she leaned down to leave a soft kiss to your forehead like it was all settled.
Regret still lingering in your body as you ached to actually be that for her. Wishing your circumstances had been different from the beginning.Â
That you were never cursed to be so far below her, and in the body of a woman that could never wear a matching ring or recite wedding vows to her.Â
âI wish I was a-â Â
âDo not,â she scoffed, shaking her head. âYou are perfect precisely the way you are.âÂ
âThen why donât you let me love you like you love me?â You asked, almost immediately annoyed at yourself for sounding a little whiney.Â
But you wanted to be inside of her.Â
To feel her squeeze and squirm around you, to hear her dissolve into messy whimpers and whines because of you.Â
âW-what do you mean?â She stuttered, her white brows arching up high as her lips got stuck in the sort of âoâ that made you itch to slip your tongue inside of her.Â
âI want to make you feel good,â you simply said, cheeks heating up as you swallowed the spit pooling in your mouth.Â
You had never seen Satoru nervous before.Â
Her mouth opened and clamped shut a few times before she started trying to ramble off reasons that she was better at giving, but you were sick of them.
Sick of all the stupid things that had kept you apart.Â
All the years you couldâve spent in her warmth that you missed out on. Mourning what both of your lives couldâve been if you were born as other people.Â
But she had sworn you were enough for her.Â
Was it wrong to want to show her how she was far more than enough for you?Â
âI-I just like the way you taste and-âÂ
You kissed her mid-sentence, shutting her up before she could stall this any longer.Â
Grabbing her this time, guiding her back to the bed one step at a time, tangling your fingers in her soft, silky hair as your tongue slipped past her lips, tracing the sharp tips of her canines until her back hit the mattress.Â
And god, the moment you climbed on top of her, straddling her soft waist and pausing to peel your nightdress over your head, you hated yourself for not doing it sooner.Â
For missing out on the view you were currently taking in, eyes slowly drifting over the swell of her breasts, the pink peaked buds of her nipples as she sucked in uneven breaths, staring up at you with those dazzling blue eyes.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â you whispered, the words ripped from you as you struggled to keep yourself steady.Â
It felt like you were defiling something holy.Â
Her sacred body below you, your fingertips skimming over her pale stomach, swirling slowly across her nipple as you bit your bottom lip.Â
If she was an altar, a god, youâd pray to her every day.Â
Swear your faith and undying devotion, shower her with offerings and pray for just a sliver of her favor.Â
You couldn't believe she was yours.Â
âIâm a virgin,â Satoru suddenly blurted out, your fingers freezing as you drifted them back down below her belly button.Â
âOh,â you blinked.Â
You suppose it shouldâve been obvious.Â
But you had never really thought too hard about it.Â
You never exactly prized your virtue. But hers was different.Â
Special.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â You tentatively asked, about to climb back off of her before her hand gripped onto your hip to hold you there.Â
âNo,â she answered a little too quickly.Â
So you came up with another solution to, ah, quell her nerves.Â
The ribbons you used to tie her hair with now strewn all over the bed, a long one in your hands as you adjusted her head forward.Â
âIâll be gentle,â you promised.Â
Even though she practically jumped at every tiny touch you delivered to her skin, shivering at just a brush of your thumb over her nipple and when you leaned close enough for your breath to ghost across her throat.Â
You wrapped the ribbon around her eyes, excitement tingling between your fingers as you fixed the silk ribbon into its proper place, tying a pretty bow around the back, careful not to get her hair caught in it.Â
âCan you see?â You asked, humming softly with satisfaction as you lifted her wrists up next, positioning them above her hair as she writhed in the sheets.Â
âNo,â she echoed, her voice shaking a little no matter how cocky she still tried to sound.Â
âGood.âÂ
You tied her wrists next, watching the way she tested how strong the knot was by flexing them as you smiled to yourself.Â
âYou know, youâre so mean,â you murmured, tracing your fingertip across her sharp features, brushing your thumb over her defined cheekbones before drifting down to her soft lips. âItâs only fair I get to play with you too.âÂ
âIâm never mean to you,â Satoru huffed, and you were a little tempted to grab another ribbon and gag her with it for playing dumb.Â
âI hate it when you hide things from me,â you muttered, shaking your head with a soft tut of your tongue.Â
âI do it because-âÂ
âYou love me?â You asked, slowly shuffling down her body, pressing kiss after kiss across her heaving breasts down her slender abdomen.
Hoisting one of her thighs over your shoulder, sucking in a breath before you leaned in to leave on the most sensitive spot on her body.Â
âS-so much,â her cute voice cracked, nearly crumbling at the soft contact.
All her strength quickly melted into a puddle of pure need, her hips bucking up when you shifted down to start sucking on it, a gorgeous whimper escaping her â and immediately making you greedy for more.Â
You never thought Satoru would be at your mercy.Â
Her pretty pale body shivering, perfect skin glistening with sweat as she shuddered for you, her soft thighs trying to close around your head as you dragged your tongue down across her soaked cunt.Â
You didnât think anything could ever taste so goddamn good.Â
No better than a man, wiggling your own hips down into the mattress to chase friction you couldnât find, pushing your tongue in-and-out as her muscles twitched and tensed beneath your fingertips.Â
Suguru had never gotten you half as wet as her.Â
Never worked you up like this, left you soaked and squirming without even being touched. Your thighs pressing together to push down the heat stirring in your core, your pulse pounding so hard you nearly couldnât hear her whining over it.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, I-I-âÂ
You knew Satoru loved to chatter.Â
But once you were inside her it was like she physically couldnât shut up, stammering and stuttering out curses, straining against the binds on her wrists and whining about not being able to see you.Â
âP-please, wanna see you, want to, oh god,â she begged, the beautiful arch of her back nearly breaking your resolve as heat soared straight up to cloud your head.Â
And before you could stop yourself, you were twisting around, angling your hips down to put your own pussy perfectly above her mouth, shutting her up by giving her something to lick and suck instead.Â
âOh, fuck, ngh-â
Her words traded in for another heated moan as she shoved her tongue inside you, swirling it in with a desperation you found yourself quick to succumb to.Â
It really wasnât fair that she was so good at everything you tried.Â
But you still refused to completely lose yourself, working harder to make her cum first, slipping your thumb up to her clit, only pulling off to start cooing and condescendingly coaxing her into coming undone, copying the same methods she so expertly pulled on you.Â
âC-come on,â you murmured, dragging your thumb in a slow circle as she shifted to suck on your clit just right, driving you right to the brink with her eagerness to give you everything she had. âShow me how much you love me.âÂ
Preferably by falling to pieces on your tongue.Â
Sweat practically dripping off her, her moans reverberating through you as her body began to shake. On the very brink of breaking, pushed closer and closer as she started to cry out your name.Â
Her soft voice was music to your ears, a soft purr that made all the knots in your stomach pull tight instead of making them curdle like Suguruâs sometimes had.Â
You slipped your fingers inside her, feeling the way her walls squeezed down on them, trying to keep you in as you worked her oversensitive bud. She made a cute little squeak, her tongue lolling out as she began to babble again, âSâtoo much, I-I-âÂ
âShhh,â you murmured, pressing your tongue down as she spasmed and whimpered desperately at the sensation. âCanât you cum for me?âÂ
You glanced back over your shoulder to see the sight of her nodding hard and fast, the blindfold slightly crooked and her hands clawing at the pillow as she chased her climax.Â
âPut that pretty tongue of yours to better use,â you softly suggested, ignoring the initial discomfort at your reversed roles as you grinded your hips down on her face.Â
Apparently, your Toru could be a good listener too when she tried.Â
Doing her best to devote her tongue to you right up until the moment she couldnât hold herself together anymore, cumming with a cry into your clit as your fingers found a sweet spot right below her cervix, pressing on it as you teased her swollen bud with the tip of your own pink muscle. Â
She was trembling, her legs twitching and toes curling as she let out devastated little whines that it wasnât fair, squirming as you cleaned her up, enjoying the way she whimpered every single time your tongue dragged over her skin.Â
You could spend eternity buried between her thighs.Â
Or with hers between yours.Â
So what if it might be too much to ask?
She would make the universe give it to you anyway.Â
ΔâżĐ·
âMy pretty princess.âÂ
And her not terribly ugly son.Â
Satoru traced your face with her fingers, sighing to herself as the morning sun kissed your face, bathed you in beautiful warmth â oh, and the baby in your arms. Both of you snoozing softly, drool leaking out on your nightdress as you slept on your side, blissfully unaware of the outside world.Â
You made a pretty mother. Loved the little bastard Satoru did her best to tolerate.Â
Cradling an infant that neither of you had to carry, kissing his forehead and proudly showing him off to the other members of the court after he was born.Â
Heâd never know he wasnât yours. No one would.Â
Satoru would make sure of it.Â
His mother had been more than happy to take the estate. Especially when she knew the alternative would be Satoru taking her tongue to ensure sheâd never talk.Â
She was still keeping tabs though. Just to be safe.Â
To make sure that this happy little family of hers would stay that way.Â
The nobles had protested. Insisted that she had no place as queen with Suguru dead. But his son, with his soft purple eyes and dark hair, well, that was enough to buy her eighteen more years.Â
Of course, there were still whispers.Â
Rumors swirled that she quickly snuffed out, either with quiet compensation or cold force. So what if a few more people had to be poisoned to protect your life together?
Rewriting history hadnât been that hard.Â
No one needed to remember how much she hated Suguru. Or how rocky the marriage had been.Â
She got to be the mourning widow. The gracious wife still honoring her deceased husband by letting his bastard child be the heir. Raising him with a concubine instead of throwing both of them out.Â
That was how sheâd be remembered.
âGood morning,â you yawned, slowly cracking your eyes open as you smiled at her.Â
âSleep well?â She inquired, tempted to pick up the baby and place him back in his cradle so she could be cuddled instead.Â
You still had nightmares sometimes. Ones where youâd thrash around and sheâd have to scoop him up and call for a wet nurse to take him until morning.Â
Waking you up to soothe you, stroking your hair and pretending not to know she was the reason for them.Â
And yet, you looked at her like she hung the sun in the sky and shined bright enough to chase away all the shadows. To bury the skeletons somewhere youâd never see them.Â
âMhm,â you hummed, affectionately glancing between his chubby cheeks up to Satoruâs persistent pout as she puffed air into them.Â
âHave any attention left for me?â She pleaded, craning her neck over them to dramatically wait for you to press a gentle kiss to her nose.Â
summary: when your boyfriend abandons you on the side of a mountain you find solace in the form of a pink-haired mountaineer who comes to your rescue
word count: 11k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au, mountaineering/hiking, reader is dating naoya :(, abusive bf, misogyny, injury, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, cheating (kind of? reader's relationship with naoya is essentially done), semi-public sex (in a tent), piv, fingering, soft!sukuna
a/n: thinking about this scenario was the only thing that got me through my own miserable mountain experience and food poisoning last week :(
Youâd joined the mountaineering club out of a desire to connect more with your boyfriend.Â
He was an experienced mountaineer - the type of person whoâd been climbing peaks with his family since he was a kid, and youâd thought heâd be happy to be able to go on those adventures with you. Youâd figured it could be one of those interests that you shared. Something you could do together.Â
Dismissal had been the emotion youâd been met with when you first told him youâd joined. It had been a scoff paired with an off-handed statement about how you werenât cut out for all that.Â
Maybe, if youâd had more sense, you wouldâve broken up with Naoya in that moment and saved yourself a whole lot of trouble. Instead, just like always, you made excuses for him. You figured he was just having a bad day - that you just needed to prove yourself to him and then heâd be happy to have you as a climbing buddy.Â
He was just concerned about your skill. That was all.Â
So youâd worked hard at the club - learned plenty of skills, did plenty of hours in the gym, made dozens of friends with the other club members to ensure you werenât dependent on Naoya to teach you everything.Â
You tried to ignore how uninterested your boyfriend seemed in your progress, tried to ignore the way heâd flirt with the other women at the club - you were sure heâd be so impressed with you on your first major outing to Mount Hotaka that heâd forget about everything else and be pleased with you for once.Â
That was all you wanted, for him to be proud of you outside of the offhanded thanks heâd give whenever youâd make him dinner.Â
Your first trip out to the mountain had several people in attendance. Beyond you and Naoya there were a handful of women from the club who youâd grown close with: Shoko, Utahime and Yuki, and then a few men. There were a couple of older guys you didnât know very well, and then a few in your age range who had been helping develop your skills - the most notable of that group being Sukuna, who had dedicated lots of time to teaching you knowledge that Naoya had brushed aside.Â
It had surprised you at first, that the hulking pink-haired man had any interest in helping you do anything. Others in the club had claimed that he tended to be aloof, harsh and generally unfriendly - and while he was harsh in his teachings, unfriendly was certainly not the word youâd use to describe him.Â
Heâd gone out of his way to help you, chasing away others like Satoru with the claim that they were âtoo stupid to teach you rightâ. Spending hours at your side, heâd taught you all you needed to know about equipment, rope skills and climbing. He wouldnât provide praise unless it was deserved, but once youâd finally started getting things right heâd always made sure you knew he was pleased with you.Â
It was praise you were desperately starved for, praise youâd love to receive from your boyfriend, and you were ashamed to admit that Sukunaâs simple compliments lingered in your mind for longer than they should have.
Youâd grown rather fond of him since joining the mountaineering club, even despite his somewhat prickly demeanour to everyone else, you felt he was someone you could rely on, someone who wouldnât call you stupid for asking him questions. Even if heâd sometimes tease you for getting upset or frustrated for not understanding something, heâd still take the time to help you understand.Â
Unlike Naoya, who would roll his eyes and once again point out how unfit you were for something as involved as mountain climbing.Â
The comparison between the two was something you found yourself making more and more often, eyes straying over to your pink-haired friend when he wasnât looking, your stomach flipping when heâd speak to you, or when heâd place a large hand on your shoulder in congratulations at a task done well.Â
You knew it was wrong, chastising yourself whenever the thought of Sukuna would stray into your mind late at night while Naoya was snoring away next to you. Not only did you have a boyfriend, but you were certain Sukuna didnât think of you in anything beyond a friendly manner anyway.
So you kept those feelings locked deep within your chest and tried to focus on why you were in the club in the first place - to prove to your boyfriend that youâd make a good partner for his mountain expeditions, to prove that you were worth more to him than being a glorified maid in his house.
The first few hours of the hike, starting in the early morning, had gone by fairly uneventfully. Your training had paid off and your legs felt good as you winded up through valleys and fields, trailing a little behind the group of boys, favouring a slightly slower pace and jovial conversation amongst the girls.Â
Despite Naoyaâs reluctance for you to join the club, you felt like it was where you were supposed to be. You loved being out in nature - taking in the fresh air and drinking from mountain streams, wandering along with like-minded people and encouraging each other along through the gruelling uphills.Â
It wasnât until late afternoon that things started to get more difficult, with the altitude creeping steadily up, and the group stumbling across snow fields that still hadnât melted in the late spring air. It was nothing you werenât prepared for, but with everyone feeling a great deal more tired than they had in the morning hours, the pace slowed considerably.Â
A group of the more experienced men ended up going on ahead at a quicker pace, saying theyâd get the next big section of uphill completed and scout out a good camping spot for the night, since the plan was to make a summit push in the early morning to watch the sunrise.Â
You didnât mind that so much - you didnât like the feeling of slowing them down and that arrangement meant that you could keep going at a comfortable pace without feeling stressed about it. The girls you were with were perfectly experienced in their own right, and Naoya had chosen to hang behind with you anyway rather than going on ahead.Â
That was a decision that youâd convinced yourself was on account of him wanting to keep an eye on you, but a part of you believed it was really because he didnât get along with any of the men at the club.Â
Or perhaps it was just so he could keep staring at Yukiâs ass like he had been for the entire hike up to that point.Â
The next couple of hours were difficult, and everyone grew more withdrawn under the effort of a constant uphill - facing switchback after switchback with no clarity on how far you had to go beneath a freshly settled blanket of fog lowering the visibility. Shoko had been struggling for a while, and after an extended rest on a rock decided that it was best if she turned back and camped somewhere lower in the valley.Â
Sheâd been having issues with her lungs and didnât think it was wise to keep going.Â
At her decision, Utahime also suggested that she wanted to go back, mentioning that she also didnât feel in the best physical condition, and Yuki insisted on going back with the two of them to make sure they got back down safely. Youâd considered joining them, but you were still feeling good both physically and mentally and were keen to continue upwards towards the peak.Â
Considering Naoyaâs experience, you were certain that the two of you would be fine even without the girls, so you waved them off and continued upwards into the mist, eager to reconnect with the other half of your group and get settled with Naoya in the tent for the night.Â
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Sukuna had found a pretty good camping spot. He was pretty sure it was in a similar position to where heâd set up on his solo winter ascent a couple of years before - a location that should be downright comfy in the mild spring weather.Â
Assuming that weather stayed mild.Â
It was hard to tell through all the fog, but he was almost sure he could see dark clouds rolling high in the sky. He hoped he was wrong. There hadnât been a storm on the forecast, and if one was to roll in that could make for a very harrowing evening, especially for people like you whoâd had little experience of the mountains.Â
He hoped one bad night wouldnât be enough to put you off entirely.Â
âYuki just radioed.â Satoru called out to him. âShe, Shoko and Utahime are all going back down. The others are still coming I think.âÂ
Sukuna hummed in affirmation as he moved to set up his tent. He wished it couldâve just been you coming up, rather than you and your shithead boyfriend, but he supposed heâd rather you have a buddy in the mountains than be out there alone. If heâd had things his way, he wouldâve hung back with you for the whole duration of the hike, but he didnât need people casting suspicions on his actions.Â
Heâd already received some strange looks over his eagerness to teach you - the last thing he needed was the rumor mill in full operation.Â
Even if the rumor mill was right in this case.Â
He liked you. He really liked you.Â
Feelings that he needed to keep to himself, because your boyfriend was one jealous asshole, and he was almost confident that any sign of flirting on Sukunaâs part would have Naoya taking out his anger and jealousy on you, which was the last thing he wanted. He wasnât sure what you saw in that guy, but god, Sukuna wanted to bash his teeth in.Â
Heâd been watching it for months now - the depressing life you lived in which youâd excitedly bound over to Naoya to show him something youâd learned only for him to react with total disregard. Sukuna had watched the light in your eyes flicker and die each time, doing his best to control the rage boiling in his chest.Â
You deserved better than that fucker.Â
But he got the sense that you werenât able to see that.Â
Almost everyone had set up their tents, laughing and joking and tearing into provisions by the time Naoya appeared from the mist. A couple of hours had passed since the group first found the camping spot, and Satoru welcomed him enthusiastically as he stepped into the clearing. He looked surprisingly exhausted for a man who was supposed to be experienced.Â
Sukunaâs red eyes scanned the fog, waiting for you to appear behind the man. His chest squeezed when only silence followed, no sign of your presence in the mist.Â
âIs it only you?â Satoru asked, voicing the very question that was on the tip of Sukunaâs tongue.Â
âYeah, the girls went down,â Naoya responded nonchalantly, shrugging off his backpack. âIs there a good place for me to set up?â Satoruâs lips parted, as if to question the manâs statement, considering Yuki had relayed specific names, but he clearly thought better of it, nodding and pointing Naoya in the direction of a clear patch of dirt for him to pitch his tent.Â
Sukuna wasnât so happy to shrug it off.Â
âYuki only said she was going down with Utahime and Shoko,â he called out to Naoya. The man turned to look at him, irritation shining in his amber eyes. Sukuna was well aware that Naoya despised him just as much as he despised Naoya.Â
âThey all went. Think I donât know where my own girlfriend is?â Naoya snapped.Â
Sukuna stared him down for a moment before leaving him be, heading over to Satoru and asking for the radio. Speaking into it, he called out for Yuki, praying that they were still within a reasonable range to pick up his voice.Â
He was met with only silence, cursing under his breath at the realisation that they were probably all the way back in the valley by that point and likely impossible to reach. His crimson gaze fell to Naoya once more, watching him hum as he set up his tent without a care in the world.Â
Something in the pit of Sukunaâs stomach told him that there was something wrong. You hadnât gone back with Yuki. Youâd been so happy all day, so excited about your first major peak. Not only that, but youâd been in good condition - heâd been watching you whenever he could, heâd been proud at how well you were doing.Â
You wouldnât have turned back. And if you had, Yuki wouldâve listed your name when she was heading down. Yuki was no newcomer to the mountains - she was responsible and experienced and she always emphasised the importance of good communications. And if youâd have turned back any later, Naoya shouldâve gone with you - it's what any sensible person wouldâve done.Â
But he was here, and you werenât. And you hadnât gone with Yuki. So you were alone.Â
Sukunaâs first instinct was to bash Naoyaâs head in. He wanted to walk over there and silence that bastardâs humming with a well placed rock to the head. What kind of a man - an experienced mountaineer, no less - would abandon their inexperienced girlfriend on the side of a mountain?Â
It wasnât like Sukuna doubted your ability. Heâd taught you all you needed to know, but putting those things into practice alone, at altitude, and in adverse weather was a whole other thing.Â
Instead of doing anything about Naoya, he parked that issue temporarily and quickly moved to dismantle his own tent. He wasnât going to sit there and do nothing while your location was unaccounted for. Even if you had gone down shortly after Yuki, even if youâd made it back to the valley by yourself, he wasnât going to roll the dice on your life.Â
Heâd go back the way theyâd come and heâd walk until he found you - even if that happened to be safe and sound at the bottom of the mountain.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â Satoru asked, hovering as Sukuna put his stuff back into his pack. Naoya had stopped to watch, a sneer on his already ugly face.Â
âI donât think she went down with Yuki. I need to make sure the boyfriend of the year over there didnât leave her in some bad situation,â Sukuna explained.
âOh my god, sheâs fine.â Naoya snapped from across the campsite. âYuki just misspoke, she went down with them. Why is it your problem anyway? It's not like sheâs your girlfriend.âÂ
The defensive edge to the manâs voice told Sukuna all he needed to know, and he ignored the jabs in favour of packing up more quickly. He didnât want it to get too dark - if something bad had happened and you didnât have your headlamp on it would be impossible to find you at night.Â
Unfortunately, Naoya seemed to have no interest in letting up. âI mean seriously? Youâre actually doing this? I know you wanna fuck her but sheâs always been a loyal little thing - she ainât gonna put out for you because of this. I think sheâs realised that she isnât cut out for this type of shit - she went back down to safety with the rest of the girls and I think sheâll probably quit the club. She can get back to what sheâs good at.âÂ
Sukunaâs hands stilled as he zipped his bag shut, his expression calm as he finally looked at the man before him. There was malice in his expression and a clear, guilty desire to keep Sukuna from trekking back down the mountain path.Â
ââShe can get back to what sheâs good atâ?â Sukuna asked, drawing himself up to his full height. âAnd what would that be?âÂ
The smug grin Naoya shot him was sickening. âMaking me dinner.âÂ
Sukuna laughed, a deep unpleasant sound rumbling from his chest. âRight.â He took a step forward, towering over your boyfriend who he deeply hoped would be your ex-boyfriend after that expedition. Before Naoya could react, Sukuna grabbed him by the front of his raincoat. âListen. Iâm going back down that path. If I find her out there, abandoned and alone, be assured that Iâll beat you so badly that youâll never climb another mountain again. Do you understand me?âÂ
Fear flickered in Naoyaâs amber eyes, but he pushed it down quickly, replacing it with a scowl. âGet the fuck off me.âÂ
Sukuna let him go, revelling in the way he stumbled about off balance, barely keeping himself from careening onto the floor. If he was being honest with himself, the desire to enact justice on Naoya in that moment was tempting, but he could wait. Every moment he spent in that camp was another moment of peril for you.Â
And unlike Naoya, he wouldnât leave you to a night alone on a mountain.Â
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You werenât sure when youâd lost Naoya.Â
Heâd been picking up the pace significantly while youâd been getting slower and slower, and despite calling out for him to wait for you to catch up, eventually he just disappeared off into the fog - the sound of his footsteps fading entirely.Â
It had left you at a loss, unsure as to whether you should keep going or turn back. You were certain that the summit camp probably wasnât too far off, but you had no real idea of how far that distance might actually be, and had a vague concern that you might take a wrong turn in the ever-thickening fog, leaving you stranded for the night. You and Naoya were sharing a tent which heâd been carrying, and subsequently ending up alone for the evening wasnât ideal for you.Â
The most youâd be able to do is wrap yourself in your sleeping bag and find a sheltered place to hunker down for the night.Â
But it shouldnât come to that.Â
Getting down to the valley would take too long, and you werenât sure where Yuki and the gang wouldâve settled anyway. Naoya had the radio. He had everything really, which meant that the only thing you could do was continue upwards and hope that you stumbled across the other half of your group.Â
It was a plan that was going okay until youâd carelessly stepped on a loose rock, sending you tumbling back down a hill of scree youâd spent the past half an hour climbing.Â
At first youâd thought only your morale was damaged, your mind exhausted at the prospect of having to get back up and reascend a slope youâd already climbed once. But as you struggled to get to your feet, you realised that it wasnât only your mind that had undergone damage.
A hot pain spread through your ankle as you tried to stand, sending you straight back down to the floor with a yelp. Panic instantly overcame you, the sudden realisation of where you were hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Naoya, your boyfriend, had abandoned you on the side of a mountain. Heâd left you in the fog, beneath the setting sun, without a tent and without a radio. And now you were injured.
If you didnât know better, you wouldâve said he was actively trying to kill you.Â
But what was more likely was that he was just proving the point heâd been trying to make all along - that you werenât cut out for the life of a mountaineer.Â
And considering your condition, could you really disagree with him?Â
Soft sobs overtook you, and you began to spiral. You werenât sure how long you sat there, shivering as the cold grew more intense, mumbling incoherently to yourself about how you shouldâve gone back down to the valley with Yuki.Â
Perhaps you never shouldâve tried facing the mountains in the first place.Â
Maybe Naoya was right.Â
They were thoughts that fled from your mind at the blessed sight of a headlamp cutting through the fog from above, footsteps crunching evenly on scree, picking up in speed the moment the light shone upon your sorry figure huddled on the ground.Â
âFuck, are you okay?â Sukunaâs voice had a tremor of relief shooting through you, and more tears swelled at the corners of your eyes. He was crouching down in front of you, expression laden with concern as he scanned your cowering form. One of his hands reached for your face, wiping away tears carefully while he waited for you to answer him.Â
âMy ankleâŠâ You mumbled. Everything was too overwhelming for you to articulate any further, your words already coming out all choked and shaky. Sukuna didnât need to hear any more, attention instantly shifting to your foot. His hands moved to prod gently at it, watching your face for a grimace which came quickly under his touch.Â
âDoes that hurt?âÂ
You nodded. He bit down on his lip and quickly moved to untie the lace of your boot. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled it from your foot, but he was right to pay your reaction no mind since you were overcome with relief once your ankle was freed from those rigid confines pressing down too tightly upon it.Â
It had swollen up significantly in the time youâd been sitting there waiting for someone to come for you.Â
âRight. Iâll deal with the ankle soon but I want to get us to someplace better first before it gets fully dark.â It was only just occurring to you that the wind had started to pick up a little, your clothes ruffled by air rushing against you. It would be best to be in a less exposed place - Sukuna had taught you that exposure made all the difference when dealing with bad weather.
âThere was a plateau back down at the bottom of this slope,â you mumbled, remembering the slight respite youâd had from the seemingly neverending onslaught of uphill.
Sukuna gave you a proud smile and it made your heart flutter. âYeah, that would work. Iâm gonna carry you down there, if thatâs okay? I donât think you should try walking on that ankle until we give it a proper look.âÂ
You wanted to collapse into fresh tears at the suggestion. While your boyfriend, the person who was supposed to look after you, had abandoned you on the side of your first big mountain, Sukuna was here offering to carry you to safety. The feeling his offer was giving you had a risk of overwhelming you entirely, utterly grateful that he was the person whoâd come back to look for you.Â
Naively, you wondered if Naoya had sent him down to look for you. It was a weak hope, a desperate, delusional belief that your boyfriend wasnât as cruel as he truly was.Â
âYeah, thatâs okay,â you said, quietly. You tried to ignore how pleasant it felt when Sukuna crouched down to scoop you up into his arms. His touch felt warm against your body which had grown cold over the past few hours of inactivity. The arms holding you were strong and secure, building a feeling of safety knowing he was there with you.Â
Naoya wouldâve taken issue with it, but you wished youâd asked Sukuna to stick with you throughout the whole trip. Things wouldâve felt better if it was him you were relying on rather than your boyfriend. In his lessons heâd always emphasised the importance of matching your pace with a mountain buddy - always checking that they werenât far behind.Â
Rules that a supposedly experienced mountaineer like Naoya shouldâve been well aware of.Â
Sukuna strode down the rest of the hill with ease, keeping you tucked close against him in a princess carry. Considering that you had your pack still on your back you were surprised at how easy he made the whole thing look, because he wasnât exactly carrying a light load between you in his arms and his own bag on his back. But he didnât complain or demonstrate any signs of struggle.Â
Outside of the fact that he was largely silent until you reached your destination.Â
You didnât mind that. It wasnât like you were in the mood to talk either, your mind swimming with all kinds of things now that you were in safe hands. Naoya had left you behind to die. You couldâve died if no one had come back for you. Exposure couldâve gotten to you, or an animal, or some person with ill-intent prowling the mountainside.Â
Heâd left you helpless and defenceless.Â
And, as rain started to drip from the sky above, you realised that if Sukuna hadnât come for you, it wouldâve been an evening out in the storm, at altitude, with nothing but your rain jacket and sleeping bag to huddle within.Â
You couldâve died.Â
Sukuna found a well sheltered area and placed you down while he set up the tent. You were in awe at how quickly he got it done - the same actions wouldâve taken you three times the time it took his experienced hands to get it sorted. You were grateful for the speed, because it meant the two of you made it inside before the worst of the rain began to hammer down from the sky above.Â
âOkay. First the ankle. Then everything else.âÂ
You tilted your head a little at his statement, not quite sure what he meant by everything else, but you assumed he was referring more to your mental condition and questions around how youâd ended up in your terrible position in the first place. You hoped he wouldnât be mad at you for failing to make it up to the peak after how much time heâd spent teaching you things.Â
You thought maybe heâd chastise you for things like not having your own tent or radio, but Naoya had been insistent about carrying those items for you, assuring you that heâd stick at your side and claiming his actions were out of a desire to keep your pack as light as possible.Â
You were stupid to have believed him.
Sukuna knelt by your foot, removing your sock and inspecting the damage carefully. His fingers pressed delicately against the skin and you found yourself admiring his concentrated expression in the lamplight. âI donât think it's broken,â he said. âProbably just twisted.âÂ
Reaching into his first aid kit, he found a bandage which he wrapped around the problem area, before pulling out an ice pack and snapping to activate its effects. He placed the pack down on your ankle, earning a little hiss from you which pulled a small smile from his otherwise serious face.Â
Heâd been really serious since heâd found you, his expression all irritated and stormy.Â
Was he angry with you? Frustrated that heâd had to come back down the mountain to your aid? You didnât like the idea of being his burden.Â
âEndure the cold for a bit - itâll make you feel much better.â he said, placing a warm hand on your calf. Your breath hitched involuntarily at the contact and Sukuna quickly withdrew from you, a tinge of guilt flickering across his handsome face. He instantly busied himself before you could question it, moving onto the next stage of tending to your injury.
He fumbled about in his pack and withdrew some clothing, bundling it up into a small pile and wedging it beneath your foot to elevate it a little. Nothing he was doing was particularly revolutionary - on the contrary, his actions were all things heâd taught you to do in the event of an injury.Â
Youâd just been too panicked to do anything on that scree slope.Â
Perhaps he was mad at you for that too.Â
Sukuna laid out his sleeping mat next to you, his nose wrinkling at the revelation that you didnât have one because it was in Naoyaâs possession. He slid his mat beneath you, keen not to have you lying on the floor, before pulling out his sleeping bag and sitting on top of that for some amount of comfort.Â
âSo, what happened?â Sukuna asked. His voice was a little clipped, as if he was holding himself back from saying what he really wanted to say.Â
âI was rushing and lost my footing on some scree-â
âNo. I mean, why are you alone?âÂ
âOh.â You shrugged, taking a deep breath and avoiding his eyes. There was a sticky feeling building up in your throat, keeping your words down. If you said the truth aloud you were certain youâd burst into tears again. âI donât know,â you mumbled finally.Â
âYou donât know?â He echoed.Â
âIt just sort of happened. The girls went back down the mountain and Naoya kept going quicker and then we got separated somewhere in the fog. I imagine he was probably waiting somewhere up ahead for me but then I slipped.â You werenât sure why you were trying to defend your boyfriend. You werenât naive enough to truly believe heâd been waiting up ahead for you.Â
Heâd left you.Â
But the idea of airing out just how stupid you were to be in that relationship in the first place felt humiliating. You wanted to at least pretend that Naoya didnât leave you for dead - that you werenât the fool who had stayed for years with an abusive boyfriend when you shouldâve just left.Â
You didnât want Sukuna to think you were completely pathetic.Â
âNaoya arrived at the camp hours ago,â Sukuna said, his tone detached, as if he wanted to avoid projecting any of his own emotion onto you. âHe said youâd gone back down with the rest of the girls.âÂ
The horrified expression on your face mustâve said it all, because Sukunaâs impartiality quickly faded, rage burning within those crimson eyes. Naoya really had abandoned you. And not only that, heâd also attempted to sabotage any retrieval attempt that might be made for you. Heâd outright claimed you were safe when he knew no such thing.Â
It was a thought that made you sick, and once again the tears started to flow, dripping down your cheeks. Youâd spent years with that man, feeling like you were less than good enough. Youâd let him break you down, put up with his endless bullying and tormenting, all because heâd been sweet to you at the start.Â
Youâd always thought you werenât good enough, always thought that it was your fault he was so unpleasant with you.Â
Now it felt like your eyes were open for the first time.Â
Heâd left you on the side of a mountain. He couldnât care less about your wellbeing. He couldnât care less about you unless you were making him dinner.Â
And youâd put up with it.Â
You were a fool.Â
âI knew that fucker was lying,â Sukuna hissed. âYuki didnât say your name when she radioed in to say she was heading back. Sheâs always good with that sort of thing. Fuck, Iâm glad I came down to check, who knows what wouldâve happened if-âÂ
He cut himself off, faltering before he could finish the sentence. It was clear that he didnât want to scare or upset you further, not when youâd already reduced yourself to a puddle of tears. You didnât want to imagine what fate the night wouldâve brought if not for Sukuna arriving as your saviour.Â
Falling silent, he shuffled a little closer to you. Reaching out delicately he began to wipe away your tears with his thumb. The touch of his skin against yours felt pleasant, and you found your sobs faltering at the new found comfort he was providing. A deeply loyal part of you urged you to pull away, reminding you of your boyfriend. You immediately pushed the thought aside.Â
Naoya wasnât your boyfriend.Â
Not after what heâd done.Â
âDonât cry. Youâre okay. I found you and weâll make it through the night together. Iâm not going anywhere.â Sukunaâs words were soothing, and you found yourself nodding between sniffles, your tears gradually drying up. You hadnât realised you were shivering until Sukuna tentatively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you up and close to him.Â
The storm had worsened outside, and you huddled down in your jacket, letting yourself lean into Sukunaâs chest to keep the shivering at bay. If this was how you felt inside a tent with another human to warm you, you hated to think how you wouldâve felt still stuck all alone on the scree.Â
It didnât bear considering.Â
âYou should report that asshole to the police once we get down. Nothing will come of it because it's hard to prove intent, but this was an active attempt on your life. He had a duty of care he ignored, stripped you of shelter and then tried to prevent a rescue. I have half a mind to kill him myself.â Sukunaâs voice rumbled through his body.Â
No one had ever really stood up for you before. Naoya was always good at being charming when it mattered. Your parents and the rest of your family had always seen him as a good prospect - a polite and handsome man from a well off family. With your friends, youâd done the damage on your own, always defending him, manipulated by him to act like the perfect picture of an abused girlfriend.Â
âIâm so stupid,â you whispered.Â
âWhat?â Sukuna asked, pulling back ever so slightly so he could look at you properly. You hadnât spoken at all since the reveal, and your quiet words clearly caught him off guard.Â
âIâve wasted so much of my life with him. Spent so much time defending him like he was some good guy. I only joined this club to impress him and all he ever did was tell me how useless I was at stuff like this - at everything. Did you know that he spent most of this hike staring at Yukiâs ass? And yet, when Iâd tell him about how much stuff youâd taught me heâd get all mad about me talking to another guy and verbally berate me until I cried. And I just let it all happen. You must think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
Sukuna hesitated, searching for the right words. It made you smile in a twisted sort of way, because he was definitely trying to find something to say that wouldnât indirectly call you stupid - an impossibility considering the circumstances. Now that your eyes were open you could finally see how foolish youâd been.Â
You just wanted to go home. Forget mountaineering or anything else youâd tried in an attempt to bond with that asshole.
âI donât think youâre an idiot,â he said finally. âI think guys like that are very good at getting their way, and you happened to be his victim.â The words were uncannily gentle, and at a glance at Sukunaâs face you could tell he was out of his comfort zone, but trying his best. He tightened his grip on you as a sudden gust of wind battered the tent.Â
The touch had your heart fluttering, and you wondered how Sukuna felt about your current position. It was probably just a necessity in his eyes - a bid to warm up a tired and stressed woman, nothing more than that.Â
With your loyalty to Naoya stranded somewhere on the mountain never to be recovered, you found yourself wishing the contact was something more than that.Â
But considering your woefully pathetic attempt at summiting this relatively easy peak, you doubted Sukuna held you in high regard at all. His type was probably some strong, confident girl who already knew all her outdoor skills without Sukunaâs input. The type of woman he could rely on to partner with for dangerous and difficult peaks.Â
That wasnât you.Â
You werenât sure youâd step foot on a mountain again after this.Â
âMaybe you donât think Iâm an idiot for that, but you probably think I am for all this.â You gestured in the general direction of your foot, still humiliated at the thought of Sukuna having to rush down the mountain to your rescue, like you couldnât be left unsupervised for a single moment without finding yourself in need of rescue.Â
Much to your chagrin, Sukuna laughed. âAn idiot for getting injured? No, thatâs practically a rite of passage. You were doing great through most of the hike - I was keeping an eye on you before the group split in half. Weâll get you down the mountain and get your ankle sorted, and then you can try this peak again another time.âÂ
Sukunaâs optimism had butterflies swarming in your stomach, but years of insults and abuse werenât so easily displaced. You lowered your gaze, staring down at your hands in your lap. âI donât know. I just wonder if Naoya was right. Maybe Iâm not cut out for this.âÂ
Sukuna pulled a face, clearly displeased by that statement.Â
âDo you like being in the mountains?â He asked simply.Â
He made no statement on your skill, no attack on anything your boyfriend had told you. Asked nothing more than whether you liked being out in the fresh air, doing what youâd been doing before your ankle had been injured.Â
And you did.Â
You really did like it.Â
âYeah. I do.âÂ
âThen you are cut out for this. Enjoyment is literally the only requirement,â he said earnestly. âBesides, that guyâs full of shit. I taught you everything you needed to know and I have faith in your abilities. If you need to listen to someone elseâs opinion to determine your value, how about you consider mine instead of his.âÂ
A flush appeared across your cheeks. Those were the kind of compliments Sukuna would always pay you. Nothing particularly special or flowery, but deeply genuine in a way that had your whole body bursting with pride, pushing the rot of Naoyaâs insults from your veins and replacing it with Sukunaâs approval.Â
âWeâll come back here together in a few weeks, just the two of us, and weâll do this peak. I can promise you itâll be better. I wonât abandon you in the fog.â You believed him, nodding a little in agreement. Even in your fragile mental state that evening, you couldnât help the excited flip of your stomach at the thought of Sukuna wanting to do something alone with you.Â
The mountaineering club had been a means for you to learn your skills to climb alone with Naoya. You hadnât expected that it would leave you excited at the prospect of climbing with another man.Â
Still, you tried not to get ahead of yourself. Your little crush on Sukuna, which had been present for several months more than you were really willing to admit, seemed to have finally found the freedom to really take over your thoughts. Your heart was practically in your throat at your current proximity to him, a desire coursing through your whole body.Â
You needed to push it back down even with Naoya out of the picture, because you were certain Sukuna was just being friendly, just being a better person than Naoya was. You couldnât afford to let your mind run wild with fantasies.Â
At least, thatâs what youâd told yourself.Â
The two of you had sat in silence for a while after Sukunaâs offer of climbing alone together, still huddled together and listening to the wind and rain outside the tent. You found yourself calmed by the steady rhythm of Sukunaâs heartbeat, basking in the warmth of his body which took your mind off the cold compress burning at your ankle.Â
âDo you mind if we share the sleeping mat? It's okay if not, but it would be warmer for you and more comfy for me that way.â Considering that the two of you had been cuddling for a while, you didnât see the issue. Anything was fine in matters of survival and you were more than happy to remain close to Sukuna.Â
âYeah, sure. We can zip our sleeping bags together.âÂ
Sukunaâs lashes fluttered and you swore you could see a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but you were quick to disregard it. It had been a long and exhausting day, and you were likely just seeing what you wanted to see.Â
The cold compress had started to lose its effect, and Sukuna removed it from your ankle while the two of you shuffled about to get ready for bed. Your ankle was feeling much better after a period of rest and elevation, and you found you could move it again without excruciating pain. Getting back down the mountain might still be an issue, but it was one you could leave to figure out in the morning.Â
Zipping your sleeping bags together and settling down on the sleeping mat, Sukuna made space for you beside him. You had to half lay on him for you both to stay on the padding, but with how warm his body seemed to run, you really didnât mind. He wrapped his arm around you, nestling you close against him under the guise of conserving space - an action that had your whole body thrumming with electricity.Â
You couldnât remember the last time youâd felt that way. For months, maybe even years, the only thing youâd felt under Naoyaâs touch was mild dread. This was something nicer, something more exciting - a feeling you wanted to experience over and over again.Â
âWarm enough?â Sukuna asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The tent was relatively cool, the fabric being battered by the storm outside, all of which seemed distant as you lay there in Sukunaâs grip. It was a safe and warm place to be, one where you could take your mind off troubles and anxieties knowing he was there to keep anything and everything at bay.Â
Troubles which Naoya had actively brought upon your life, were effectively chased away by Sukuna.Â
How you wished youâd met the pink-haired man earlier in your life.Â
âWarm enough,â you echoed, your voice coming out muffled as you buried your face into his chest.Â
Again, the two of you fell into comfortable silence, listening to the whistling of wind and basking in the feeling of your bodies pressed close together. You were half asleep and almost convinced that Sukuna was already asleep, when his deep voice cut through the darkness and silence.Â
âI donât usually go on these things, you know,â he confessed quietly. âThis is my first one. Iâm only in the club because it gives you connections for exhibition funding and learning new skills. Usually I do mountains solo and usually I do stuff much harder than this.â He waved his hand in the direction of the tentâs exit.Â
A guilt blossomed in your gut at the speech, recalling similar words from your boyfriend when youâd brought up the trip. Heâd said that climbs in the Japanese Alps outside of wintertime were nothing special, and that the whole thing would likely be so easy that he could do it in his sleep. Heâd only agreed to go after youâd begged him, reminding him that you didnât have the experience he did.Â
âIâm only here because of you,â Sukuna continued. The guilt within you only grew sharper. Was Sukuna trying to imply that he was only present out of concern for your inexperience? Had you forced him along because he knew something like this would happen? Had he known heâd need to come to your rescue?
âSorry. I must be such a burden,â you mumbled quietly, burying your face in your sleeping bag.Â
Did Sukuna really want to commit to climbing alone with you knowing that you were so much less experienced than he was? Or was he just doing it because he felt bad for you? You were likely a pitiful sight with your messed up ankle and an abusive boyfriend who had abandoned you.Â
Sukuna blinked rapidly, astute enough to swiftly connect the dots. âWhat? No, thatâs not- I was trying to say something nice. I was saying I only came along because I enjoy spending time with you. I donât like these group things and I prefer to do harder stuff but Iâm here because youâre here, and I like you.âÂ
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, completely drowning out the sound of any thoughts on how you were supposed to reply to that. You were too caught up on the word âlikeâ, on the way Sukuna shifted ever so slightly against you, pulling you more firmly against his body.Â
âWhat?â You asked, dumbly.Â
âI like you,â he repeated. âI think youâre so cute and I love how happy you get whenever you learn something new and Iâm so fucking exhausted of watching your boyfriend ignore you and take you for granted when Iâd cherish you.âÂ
Again, your stomach flipped, your ears growing warm.Â
âAnd when that fucker showed up at the top of the mountain without you, I wanted to kill him. When I found you all cold and alone on the slope I just- fuck. I want to keep you safe. I want to be the person who looks out for you, I want to take care of you in a way that guy seems unwilling to. He has no idea what he has- had, while I understand exactly what youâre worth. I want to take you to the mountains at my side because unlike him, Iâd be thrilled to have you as my hiking partner.âÂ
Before you knew what was happening, you were crying again, wetting his clothes immediately with your tears. Your shoulders were shuddering and you could feel Sukunaâs heartrate picking up. It seemed like he was starting to panic - concerned that you were upset by his words when the reality was the total opposite.Â
Youâd never heard something so romantic from Naoya and you never would. To have someone speak such beautiful words to you felt surreal and your body had no idea how to react beyond sobbing from being so overwhelmed with love and affection.Â
âSorry,â Sukuna said quickly. âI know it's been a long day, now probably wasnât the time to say anything. You donât have to respond-â
He faltered as you peered up at him, your face wet with tears. He usually looked so confident, and even then there was still some atmosphere of certainty about him, but he couldnât fully hide the glimmer of anxiety in his lovely red eyes. There was a fear of rejection buried within him, a fate that he seemed almost certain he was going to face.Â
If only he could step into your shoes for a moment and feel all the emotion rushing over you at his confession
You didnât say anything, you couldnât think of anything that would suffice as a response to his outpouring of desire. Instead you tilted your face upwards, lips parting softly in a clear signal - one that Sukuna caught onto immediately. He closed the gap swiftly, lips slotting perfectly against yours with a warmth youâd never experienced before.Â
Naoyaâs kiss had always been domineering - a wet and unpleasant experience. Sukunaâs kiss was gentle and exploratory. His lips took the time to appreciate yours, to linger on that lovely shared warmth and soak in the feeling of being connected so intimately for the first time.Â
His tongue ran along your lips carefully, requesting for you to open your mouth. You complied easily, letting him hold you ever closer as his tongue pressed into yours, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural despite the fact that youâd never kissed each other before.Â
A rumble of thunder overhead had the two of you parting for a second, and you found your shivering renewed as a particularly cold wind blew through the tent. Sukunaâs red eyes went to the entryway, the space illuminating for a second as another flash of lightning ripped through the sky above. His hands rubbed your back soothingly at a louder rumble overhead.Â
âIâm so glad I came down to find you,â he whispered.Â
âThank you for coming to find me,â you mumbled, eyes fixed on his handsome face, your mind still struggling to catch up to all that had transpired in the past few minutes. Thoughts of Naoya and all the suffering heâd put you through seemed distant in the intimacy of that tent. âI feel so lucky. Injured ankle aside.â You giggled softly, heart jumping at the way Sukuna grinned back at you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.Â
There was a gratefulness to his expression, a soft affection in his gaze which made you feel seen and special in a way youâd never felt with Naoya. It had you sinking deep into another kiss, your lips locked against his in a deeply intoxicating manner. All the stress and the anxiety of the day seemed to wash away beneath his grip.Â
Even with the storm raging outside, you felt safe and warm with him there beside you.
You shouldâve known about his feelings for you - shouldâve understood the moment Yuki had made a comment about how Sukuna never usually spoke to anyone. Heâd spent so much time on you, being so gentle in his teachings, making sure you knew what you were doing, making sure you were praised.Â
Heâd liked you from the start and youâd been too blind to see it.Â
Too beaten down by your own experiences in relationships to believe that any affection directed towards you would be legitimate.Â
You wished you couldâve puzzled it out sooner. You wished you couldâve noticed the soft look that always sparkled in Sukunaâs eyes whenever he looked at you. You wished youâd dumped Naoya several years ago, because it shouldnât have taken an abandonment on the side of the mountain for you to realise how truly awful your ex-boyfriend was.Â
But what was done was done. Sukunaâs hands were on you now, and that was all that mattered. Youâd made it in the end, even if it had taken you a little longer to get there than you wouldâve ideally liked.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he whispered as the two of you broke apart for breath, red eyes scanning your face like he was committing your features to memory. âHow Naoya could be so stupid, I have no idea.âÂ
âHeâs not a smart man.âÂ
âNo. He really isnât.â Sukuna agreed. âBut his loss is my gain.âÂ
You hummed, leaning against Sukunaâs chest once more, listening to his heartbeat beneath you. Despite the excitement, you were suddenly aware of how tired you were, and how much the cold was still seeping in through your clothes and down into your bones. Altitude was no joke, and the pleasant spring warmth was nowhere to be found on the mountainside that evening.Â
âAre you still cold? Youâre shivering.â It wasnât possible for Sukuna to physically pull you closer to him than you already were, but he gave it an attempt all the same, practically crushing you in his grip.Â
âA little, yeah.âÂ
âShit. Once sec.â Moving away from you for a moment, he reached out of the sleeping bag and rummaged about in his bag, withdrawing his down jacket and draping it around your shoulders like an additional blanket. You were grateful for the added warmth, coccooned in between that and Sukunaâs warm body.Â
For a few moments you lay there, your shivering finally subsiding, only for all the hairs on your neck to raise at the feeling of Sukunaâs voice vibrating against the top of your head. âThere is another way I could keep you warm.âÂ
His tone was suggestive and perhaps a little amused. The comment had heat billowing throughout your body, your gut tightening at the suggestion of something youâd never allowed yourself to think of before. Sukuna was very attractive, and sometimes your mind had drifted in his direction when your hand had been caught between your thighs. But youâd always scolded yourself for it, had always driven away the idea of picturing a man you actually knew when you had a boyfriend.Â
Now the suggestion was right there on the table as something real and tangible, and your mind was conjuring all sorts of exciting imagery.Â
âO-oh. Yeah, that could be nice,â you said with a sudden rush of confidence. It was Sukunaâs turn to falter, red eyes suddenly wide with surprise, as if youâd called some bluff without even realising it.Â
âI donât have a condom,â he murmured, pushing you back ever so slightly so he could look properly at your face. âSorry, I wasnât actually expectingâŠthis.âÂ
âI am on the pill,â you offered a little bashfully, embarrassed to have reacted so enthusiastically to what you were now realising was a joke. âBut we can wait if youâd rather use a-âÂ
âNo, no-,â his face was definitely a little red this time, seemingly caught off by your willingness. âIf you want to, Iâd like to. I justâŠâ He rubbed his neck a little awkwardly. âI was just teasing and you surprised me, I guess. Youâre always surprising me.âÂ
Before you could backtrack or come up with some witty response, Sukuna recovered himself and his lips were on your neck. You let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his teeth dragging against your sensitive skin, his lips latching onto you and sucking purple marks onto you with no concern for who might see them the next day.Â
As far as he was concerned you were his. Naoya could rage all he wanted. If he wanted to keep his girlfriend he shouldnât have discarded her on the mountainside. Bitterly, you hoped Naoya found out exactly what you and Sukuna had done that night. Let him seethe. Let him reflect on all that heâd lost.Â
The bastard deserved all that misery and more.Â
Sukunaâs hands found their way beneath your clothes, calloused fingers pressing against your skin with care. You hadnât realised how much your whole body was aching until he was touching you like that, your muscles flexing at the new contact.Â
You took his actions as a sign to do the same, sliding your own fingers beneath his shirt and pressing them against his abs. You knew he was well built - on hotter days heâd been shirtless when working on teaching you to lead climb, and youâd pretty shamelessly stared at him until your mind had reminded you of your boyfriend.
It would be nice for him to be shirtless now, but neither of you felt like removing any layers of clothing in the cold, so for the time being your touch would have to suffice. That was a freedom that Sukuna seemed to be taking full advantage of, mapping out your body with his hands, his fingers moving to your breasts and squeezing, red eyes lighting up at the little moan it earned him.Â
âReally shouldnât be doing this now,â he whispered huskily against your ear. âHad the whole thing planned out. Figured once youâd broken up with Naoya that Iâd take you out on a nice date and then bring you back to my place so we could do this properly. But here we are.âÂ
You giggled softly at the dismay in his tone. âWe can still stop.âÂ
âNo. I want this now. You arenât so easily resisted. But mark my words, once weâre back home, Iâm going to take my time with you. I want to look at you properly beyond just fumbling about in a dark tent - as hot as this is.âÂ
Giggling again, you nodded, in total agreement with his sentiment. Doing things like this, while a little limited, did feel exciting in its own way. It felt like you were keeping some secret with each other, doing whatever you could in the dark without anyone else knowing about it. There was an allure to it that you couldnât quite put your finger on.Â
With Sukunaâs attention on your breasts, you were the one that ended up making a major move first. Your hand slid down beneath the waistband of his trousers, finding its way into his briefs. He let out a groan at the feeling of your hand brushing against his cock, which twitched erratically at the slightest touch.Â
It felt big beneath your fingers, and you hadnât realised that your breath had hitched until Sukuna was letting out a chuckle.Â
âImpressed?âÂ
âMaybe,â you mumbled shyly. You didnât have much of a point of reference for such things. Naoya was the only man youâd ever been with, and you imagined that he wasnât packing anything particularly unique down there. Not if Sukunaâs size was anything to go by. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft, enjoying the way Sukuna shivered in pleasure.Â
Meanwhile, Sukuna mirrored your actions, his fingers moving down your body until they were grazing against your panties. It was a little embarrassing how damp the fabric had grown, your pussy desperately slick from the events of the evening. Your body wanted Sukuna just as much as your heart and mind did, and it was making that fact glaringly obvious.Â
âSo wet,â he said with a chuckle. âThere I was all nervous that you wouldnât feel the same. Shows what I know, huh?âÂ
You flushed, glancing away from him in embarrassment as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him free access to your pussy beneath. His fingers moved deftly through your folds, moving the slick around before rubbing at your clit, leaving you whining his name and squeezing his cock a little tighter.Â
âCute,â he hummed, his nose brushing against yours. One of his fingers prodded at your opening, pushing in with a little effort. He took a few minutes opening you up with two of his fingers, languidly stuffing you full with them to prepare you. You didnât want to admit to how emotional the whole thing made you feel, because Naoya had always said that foreplay was a myth.Â
Never before had you been prepared for anything, and Sukuna taking so much time to do so had your heart fluttering.Â
You tried your best to return the favour, stroking his cock as best as you could while it was still confined beneath his clothes, but he didnât seem to pay that too much attention - completely fixed on making you cum around his fingers before moving onto anything else. That was another thing that Naoya had never done. Cumming with him was so infrequent that youâd almost grown certain that you couldnât do it with another person.Â
And yet, Sukuna had you doing it in a matter of minutes - your toes curling in desperate pleasure as you gushed over his fingers with a sweet little gasp.Â
There was no time for you to catch your breath before he was pushing your trousers and panties down ever so slightly to give him access whilst still keeping you dressed and warm. He did the same for his own clothes, gently displacing your hand from his cock and repositioning the two of you so that he was on top.Â
The sleeping bag was still wrapped snugly around the two of you, keeping the warmth in effectively while he lined himself up over you, his muscular body keeping you pinned down beneath him in a position youâd be more than happy to remain in for the rest of your days. It was so nice to be under him like that, to be so surrounded by his body and heat and scent.Â
It was where you were supposed to be. In some uncomfortable tent on the side of the mountain feeling happier than ever because he was there with you.Â
Youâd gone to the mountaineering club for Naoya, but you couldnât help but think fate had guided your actions and really led you there for Sukuna.Â
âAll good?â He asked, hot breath brushing against your ear. The tip of his cock was pressed up against your opening, and you realised that he was giving you a chance to back out - showing you a level of consideration that Naoya never would.Â
âYeah,â you breathed, lashes fluttering as you peered up into lovely red eyes, letting out a whine when he finally pushed into you.
You hadnât been prepared for just how big he was, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull as he pressed his way into your tight pussy. Your nails dug into his arms and a whimper left you at the intensity of the feeling. You felt like you were aware of every ridge and vein on his cock, your pussy squeezing around him each time heâd involuntarily twitch within you.Â
It didnât take long for the uncomfortable fullness to give way to pleasure once he bottomed out inside you. It had a pleasantly warm buzz running through your body once he started to thrust within you, the weight of his body keeping you still and secure, keeping you warm even as the storm picked up outside.Â
Any fears of the thunder and lightning were pushed aside in favour of focusing on the feeling of being split in two. Sukunaâs lips found your neck once more, overstimulating you as he bit and sucked on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, bringing tears to your eyes beneath all the pleasure he was giving you.Â
Even through the stretch it felt right to have him inside you, and it was downright heavenly each time one of his long strokes hit that one specific spot inside you, bringing stars and light to your vision each time.Â
This was where you were meant to be.Â
Neither of you lasted particularly long. Not after the day youâd just had, and certainly not after months of mutual crushing. Youâd cum first - your body already sensitive from the previous orgasm and totally overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. Sukuna had reached down to play with your clit while he fucked you, and that set you on a high unlike any other.Â
If Naoya had known where the clit was, heâd certainly never touched it.Â
And yet, there Sukuna was utilising it. You could count on one hand the number of times youâd cum from penetrative sex, but Sukuna had pulled an orgasm from you like it was easy.Â
And maybe it was easy.Â
Maybe Naoya just fucking sucked.Â
Sukuna wasnât far behind you in reaching his release. When youâd cum youâd clamped down around him tightly, locked in a spiral of pure pleasure unlike that which youâd experienced before. It felt better than anything you could achieve with your own hands - infinitely more intimate and lovely.Â
The way youâd squeezed him so tight had sent Sukuna over the edge, prompting him to groan your name in that low tone of his as he filled you with his seed, riding out his own release to the point where you were growing overstimulated and begging him for mercy.Â
Mercy which he gave you with a gentle smile and a kiss planted atop your sweaty forehead.Â
The two of you lay then in the darkness, soft pants drowned beneath the howling of wind. Sukuna was holding you tightly, keeping you secure in his grip like you might vanish if he didnât cling to you with all his might. He was still inside you, softening but present in a way that felt blissfully intimate. Whenever youâd laid with Naoya, you couldnât wait to escape his grip and get cleaned up.Â
With Sukuna, it was different.Â
You could stay there with him sheathed inside you for hours - connected in a way that just felt right.Â
His lips were ghosting against your hair, soothing you with kisses, running his hands over you repetitively in a bid to ensure you stayed warm at his side. Your ankle was throbbing a little from all the movement, but with Sukunaâs legs intertwined with yours you found yourself able to ignore it. All thoughts and discomforts overridden by how happy you felt in that moment.Â
âTry and get some sleep,â he murmured against your hair. âIâll look after you.âÂ
âI know,â you whispered.Â
He smiled softly. âJust making sure you know it. Apparently you canât take for granted that everyone will look out for you.â His tone came out a little bitter, but instead of feeling anger at the reminder of Naoyaâs actions, you felt a warmth blossom across your chest at Sukunaâs display of care.Â
You liked that he was angry about it. It was nice to have someone care about you for once.Â
In hindsight, it was a blessing that you never made it out into the mountains alone with Naoya like youâd intended to at the start of your mountaineering training. If you had, perhaps you wouldâve ended up left for dead - freezing on the side of the mountain while Naoya summoned some crocodile tears and dismissed your fate altogether.Â
You were lucky to have Sukuna. Lucky to be able to continue going into the mountains with someone who actually wanted you there. Someone who would really take care of you.Â
âIâm glad youâre here to look after me.â Your hand reached for his face, tracing his tattoos with great care. As pleasant as your evening with him had been, you were looking forward to making it down the mountain - to spending time with him outside of that tent. It would be nice to see just where those tattoos disappeared off to beneath his clothes.Â
But that would have to wait.Â
You knew that the next day would be long. An arduous trek back down the mountain was ahead of you, along with a no doubt vicious confrontation with your ex. One that you were sure Sukuna would take the lead on, but still not something you were looking forward to experiencing.Â
Either way, you wouldnât dwell on it that evening.Â
Because for the time being, there was nothing you needed to worry about. The storm could rage on outside for as long as it needed to. You were safe in your tent, in the arms of a man who would never leave you alone on the side of a mountain.Â
And it was possibly the happiest youâd been in a very long time.Â
a/n: after getting down to the bottom of the mountain the next day I promise reader slapped naoya and sukuna beat the hell out of him :)
had such a fun time writing this its literally the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written as I love being in the mountains hehe
hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are appreciated as always!
You thought itâd be funny to try that âcalling your bf your friendâ trend you saw on tiktok on Satoru, just to see how his hopelessly in love ass would react.
Pressing the record button on your phone, Satoru stands just slightly behind you, his arm wrapped around your neck. Heâs grinning into the phone, putting up a peace sign as if to say hello.
âHi guys! Today Iâm here with my friend Satoru,â he freezes against you instantly, his arm going firm where you can feel it against your neck. âWeâre gonna try some new pastriesâŠâ
You keep talking into the camera, but you can see him through the screen, heâs glancing at you through the phone as well as craning his neck to look at you.
âWant to try it first?â You turn to him, holding the whipped cream stuffed bread out to him. He makes eye contact with you, his piercing blue eyes unwavering from your gaze.
âWhat was that?â He murmurs, his gaze hardening. You can see his jaw clench when you ask what heâs talking about. The video long forgotten.
âNo,â he reaches out for your phone, not breaking eye contact as he sets it down, not caring enough to stop the recording. âWeâre not doing this.â
You step back, his arm still wrapped at your neck curls in, pulling you up against his chest. He slides his other hand down to your waist, holding it firm.
Satoruâs eye twitches with anger, his jaw still tense as he speaks again. âFriend? Hm?â He brings his hand up to your cheek, cupping the side of your face as he leans in close.
He places a kiss against your lips, it's slow and tender, but you can feel the heat and passion behind it. He pulls back, just far enough he can speak freely.
âI am,â he leans in again, pulling back just as quick as he leaned in. âNot your fucking friend.â He mumbles against your lips in between kisses.
âIs this what friends do, hmm?â Satoru growls into your ear, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His large hand resting your the small of your back as he fucks into you with insane force.
You frantically shake your head, your tears wetting the satin of the bed sheets. âN..No!â
He rolls his head back on his shoulders, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suppresses a groan. âTell me,â with a rough snap of his hips you're pushed higher up on the bed. âWho fucks you like this?â
A whine escapes your throat as he bites down on your shoulder, his pace quickens from your lack of an answer. âYou! Fuck.. You, Toru!â
His large hands wrap around your stomach, his chest flush against your back as he pulls you back on him until you're on your knees. Heâs still inside, in fact youâre taking him to the hilt.
âGood girl,â he hissed, his lips trailing the back of your neck as his hips twitched into yours. Your head falls back against his shoulder, a clear view of his glistening face, and that shit eating grin heâs got.
You barely have time to react before his hips snap again, fucking into you at a rapid pace. Still making eye contact with you, his hands slide up to your breasts.
His fingers playing with your nipple as he dips his head down to lick your other, the contrast of the cool air and his hot tongue are enough to make you cum right then and there.
âMâgonna- fuck,â you interrupt yourself, his free hand trails down to your clit. The pads of his fingers circling your clit as he pumbles into is too overstimulating.
âCum for me,â he whispers against your breast, nipping at your perky nipples. Satoru seems put together, as if heâs not even close, but you feel the way his hips start stuttering, his legs shaking against your thighs. âCum for your âfriendââ
With one last thrust you come undone, the knot in your stomach breaking as you fall back into him. His body trembles beneath yours, hips staggering as he cums inside you.
The feeling of his thick, warm cum filling you up makes you fold over. Your head hitting the pillow as he falls with you, chest pressed against your back.
When you fix yourselves up and go back to the kitchen, you notice your phoneâs still been recording. The timer just hitting 2:30:00.
You sit down on the couch beside Satoru and play the video back, both laughing at how upset he was. Then you skip to sometime later in the two hours it recorded.
âŠ
âIâm cutting that out, oh my god.â You flush, hiding your face in your hands. Satoru stole your phone from your hands, pressing play.
Loud moans from both your ends cut the silence and he laughed, sending the video to himself immediately.
âNo, keep it in,â he pulled your hands away from your face. âLet em know Iâm not your friend.â
