I love you characters who try so hard to avoid becoming one specific thing that they end up becoming something arguably worse. I love you characters with backwards development. I love you characters whose ideals dissolve over time. I love you characters who start out bright-eyed and end their stories with several important pieces missing.
summary: You had always heard a weird, mocking voice in the back of your head telling you that the things were going to end just like that between you and Satoru. The Prince and the Pauper. You were destined to eventually drift apart.
Or not?
tags: AU, angst to fluff, breaking and making up, classical disparities, insecurities, gojo is a certified loverboy and a yearner as usual. mdni! eventual smut, p in v sex, soft emotional sex. nobamaki cameo!
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word count: 13.9k
author's note: hi everyone!! this is not the oneshot i wanted to finish in may, but i had some ideas brewing for quite a long time, though the concept is not really original. happy ending won, soooo enjoy and let me know your thoughts! art in the banner by @/yamada_souko. dividers are mine.
Looking back, you realised you had never got it easy for Satoru.
The tale as old as time: the Princess and the Pauper. Or, in your case, the Prince and the Pauper.
And you couldn't put it in a better way.
Satoru Gojo — the Prince of the campus, the heir to the Gojo Enterprises, the man who would get the business world in the palm of his hand, the captain of the university basketball team, whose face was plastered all across the campus, the president of the Alpha Delta Nu, so on and so forth. You got the gist. The crowd parted before him, the Universe shifted itself to accommodate his presence: he walked in every room as if he owned it, which he pretty much did — ruling every place with a charming grin and a quick wit. Guys were wishing to be like him. Girls were dying to be beside him. He barely granted anyone more attention than needed — keeping people at arm's length, except for a couple of his friends. Of course, you didn't belong to them. Not like you desperately wanted to. You were well aware of the hierarchy of the university: people like Satoru Gojo rested at the top, eyeing the crowd down. People like you? Scrambling to get to the middle. If you were lucky enough.
One spring day, you realised that either Satoru Gojo didn't know about those unspoken rules or couldn't care less about them. Because you couldn't come up with a plausible explanation for why he suddenly started pestering you. Or, in his eyes, flirting.
It began rather innocent: him accidentally bumping into you, flashing an apologetic grin; asking for a vacant place at the cafetery at your usual table in the corner, the one where the noise cut down a little and you had a better view on the students — naturally, that place become the center of everyone's attention, because wherever Gojo was, the crowd followed; helping you to get a book from the highest shelves in the library and then crushing your study sessions; waiting for you after the classes just to walk you out to the next campus with an excuse that it was on his way (it didn't. Business majors classes were hold in the corpus 20 minutes away from yours).
At first, you politely declined every single invitation to a frat party or a match. Then you tried to ignore him, but your disinterest would even more pique Gojo's attention. After this, it turned into clipped, gritted-out "no's". You even attempted to talk to his friend, Shoko Ieiri, the girl you shared the Advanced Chemistry class with.
"I don't think there's something I can do," she would murmur, eyes firmly set on some sample through the microscope, when you turned to her as a last resort. The sigh that left your lips was truly desperate. Shoko's gaze softened a tad as she looked up finally, since your presence kept looming over her like a tiny, grumpy cloud. "Satoru can be pretty stubborn, unfortunately. Especially, when he's pretty set on something."
"Yeah," scoffing under your breath, you crossed your arms, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest. "Unfortunately for me. Am I another check mark on his to-do list? I just don't get it." The pencil in your hand almost snapped from the strength of your grip.
"Listen, I am not in a position to advice your something or anything," Shoko's lab chair screeched — the sound annoyingly loud in the tense silence of the lab — as she turned to face you fully. The irritation at her words flared up in you, but you forced yourself to listen to her. If not her, then who?! "But you might try to hear him out. He's not that bad of a guy."
Grimacing at her, you turned to return to your own table. "If he's not that bad, he would've taken a hint long ago."
An indifferent shrug was the only response you got.
After talking to Shoko, Gojo's pitiable attempts at "courting" you had weakened severely until coming to a complete halt. You couldn't believe your luck. But what annoyed you even more than Gojo himself was the way you would jump at seeing the familiar spark of frosty white hair in the crowd; the way your heart would do a little flip at the sound of his distant chuckles. The way the loneliness would engulf your usual table in the corner of the cafeteria without his company: you subconsciously craned your neck to see him, for all his persona and the impossible height were impossible to miss, and slumped in your seat, when he didn't happen to stroll in with a familiar effortless grace in his stride. In the quietness of the library, after the countless hours of studying, you could basically hear the grin in his voice as he handed you a couple of blueberry muffins and the bergamot tea from your favourite bakery — you didn't have the slightest idea how he managed to find out your usual order — and tapped on your nose, remarking that you actually should eat.
Somehow, Satoru Gojo annoyed you enough to...like him. Managed to creep under your skin like an itch you couldn't get rid of.
Or… didn't want to?
***
One basketball match changed everything.
"Sorry, sorry, oh— sorry again," you mumbled awkwardly, navigating through the crowd and somehow managing to balance two beer cups on your way to your seats.
"Geez, finally, where have you been?"
Rolling your eyes at Nobara, your bestie slash roommate slash the only person who made your university life not so miserable, you handed her the cup and tried to shout through the cheerladers' voices, the endless roaring of the crowd and the music coming loud from the speakers.
"There was a line!"
"Huh? What?"
"THERE WAS A FUCKING LINE!"
She took a sip from her cup with a satisfied nod and grimaced at you. "Don't scream at me."
Her audacity stole your voice, and you slumped down in your seat, huffing rather indignantly.
"Hey, don't pout. Sorry for that." Nobara lightly elbowed your side and opened a pack of salted peanuts, offering you a truce.
"Can't believe I agreed to go with you," a light grumpiness coloured your voice as you drank from your own cup.
"Aw, that's because I am awesome and you love me so, so much," she chirped gleefully and planted a kiss on your cheek. With her head on your shoulder, Nobara sighed dreamily at the sight of Maki Zenin — the manager of the university's basketball team. "She's so cute, isn't she?"
Meanwhile, Maki gestured widely, screaming something at her phone (not very pleasant as you might assume from your seat) and threw her bag at a guy in front of her. The guy followed her figure with puppy eyes.
Your lips twitched with a barely concealed smile that you hid behind another swig. "An angel, truly."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
Her words fell on deaf ears because at that moment, some airy melody rang from the speakers, followed by the joyful voice of the commentators to finally announce the start of the match.
Swallowing nervously, your eyes darted across the court, and the moment your gaze landed on the tall figure with stark white hair, your heart galloped at a racing speed.
"Who are you gawking at, huh?"
Gojo might've really had the eyes on the back of his head — he wasn't called Six Eyes for nothing, some weird sixth sense that you assumed related only to the basketball court — because that very moment he turned around and briefly scanned the audience. His eyes widened in surprise as he spotted you: the bright blue of his gaze and the joyous smile that broke on his face caught you so off guard you nearly dropped the cup. Like he was happy to see you there. Actually happy.
You offered Gojo a shy wave — a subtle move of your fingers — that only made his grin wider. Then, Suguru Geto tapped on his shoulder, and he quickly turned back.
Your hand fell limply to your side.
"Babe, what the hell was that?" Nobara hissed, jerking her chin towards the players gathered around for the last guides from the coach Yaga. "Have you just casually flirted with Satoru Gojo? Don't you hate his lungs?"
The next words came in a breathy voice. "I don't know anymore."
Your knowledge of basketball was rather... limited, but you dutifully roared along with the crowd the moment your university scored yet another point. The people's excitement was contagious, seeping right into you as well and lacing your voice with joy. You booed at the judge when he gave advantages to the rivals, screamed at the top of your lungs and held your breath at the last quarter. Your team went neck-and-neck with the other, and every point was crucial. You could see it in the way the player's uniform was drenched in sweat, their hair stuck to their temples, and laboured breathing. The stakes were too high.
The scorebox showed the fifteen seconds left — mere moments for you and the whole eternity for those at the court. Your eyes drifted to Gojo, as driven to him by some unknown force. His sharp gaze quickly darted from one teammate to another, calculating the last opportunities to score. And then...it found you amidst the sea of spectators. Cheeks flushed, hair a total mess, chest expanding with deep breaths. A small grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he took you in. Adorable.
But for you, the moment Gojo's gaze landed on you felt completely different — resembling more of a bolt of lightning that sent every nerve in your body on fire. You couldn't hear your own thoughts with the blood pounding at your temples.
Gojo barely tilted his head, nodding towards the basket and mouthed.
"This is for you."
He dodged one guy, then the other with perfect dribbling — you barely saw anyone in their element as much as Gojo was at the basketball court — and finally went for a shot.
Time seemed to stop moving in the gym of the Jujutsu University. The hundreds of eyes watched the ball cutting through the air with an impeccable trajectory.
Until it went through the net without hitting the rim and sealed the win.
You barely released a shuddering breath when Nobara crushed you in a hug, her beer mercilessly spilling on you both, but no one gave a damn. The crowd erupted with an ecstatic cheer and rose to their feet right then and there. The commentators were on the verge of crying, judging by their voices, but your world narrowed to one particular person. Gojo's teammates ruffled his hair, patted his back, and hugged him by the shoulders; someone even put him in a playful headlock, to which he responded with a wide grin.
A tight knot in your chest slowly seemed to loosen a bit.
Gojo found you later, at the party.
You stood a little away from the crowd, watching Nobara laughing with Maki Zenin near the bonfire. The light painted her auburn hair in copper tints every time she tilted her head, and judging by the way Maki's gaze lingered on her form, she noticed that too. A little smile curled your lips at the sight of lovey-doveys.
"Your friend has a crush on Maki, huh?"
Putting a can to your lips, you mumbled absent-mindedly, "She's pretty obvious."
"They both are, actually."
A light brush against your shoulder finally caught your attention. You lazily shifted your gaze, only to gulp at the sudden proximity to Satoru Gojo.
He stood beside you, hands tucked in his pockets, watching the rest of the party unfold with a faint smirk on his face. Standing there, existing, like he wasn't the one who flipped your world upside down a couple of hours earlier.
A forced smile made your cheeks hurt as you tumbled out nervously, hastily wiping your mouth, "I am— I, I mean, congratulations! You did so great! I don't understand much about basketball, but you—," your worried your bottom lip for a second before breathing out, "you were magnificent."
At your words, Gojo finally turned around. His grin softened into a gentle smile that showcased a pair of dimples on his pale cheeks. The firelight danced on his hair strands that seemed more ivory tinged now.
"You think so?"
"I do!" A sudden feeling of boldness flooded you as you stepped forward and reached for his arm to show how sincere you were. Or maybe it was just a beer.
Gojo immediately cast his gaze down and slowly wrapped his long fingers around your wrist. You gulped, but didn't look away from his face. The gods clearly spared nothing in sculpting it, otherwise you couldn't explain the sharpness of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips and the prominence of his cheekbones.
No one had a right to be that beautiful. Satoru Gojo wasn't aware of it.
His thumb pressed just a tad against your soft skin to feel an erratic pulse beneath it, but you did not attempt to pull your hand away. On the contrary, it felt strangely...natural.
"I am glad you were there." A gentle murmur hit you harder than expected.
Breath bated, you searched Gojo's face for any hint of the usual theatrics and grandeur until you saw none.
"You are?"
"Yeah".
The words about the last shot were on the tip of your tongue already, but they quickly died at the sight of shimmering blue in his eyes as Gojo finally looked up and released your hand from his grip.
You already missed its warmth.
"Listen, I knew I was a jerk towards you. Crowding and flirting and so on. I know, I know," a self-deprecating chuckle left his lips as the ironic roll of his eyes followed. You watched every expression, soaked it like Gojo was about to disappear again from your life. "I am not proud of this, I admit. I want to apologise to you for this."
You parted your lips to answer, but Gojo cut you off with a slight shake of his head.
"But I am not going to apologise for my feelings," his voice grew stronger, rising from the gentle murmur to the steady tone, eyes boring into you with an unsettling intensity that left you speechless. The people's cheerings fade into the background, and that chilly evening, thick with emotions so deep you couldn't name them, enveloped both of you in its bubble.
"I meant everything. I do like you. I like the way you smile when you finally grasp the concept you've been studying. The way your voice goes all that animated when you talk about the book you were reading. That little sparkle in your eyes when you saw the last cherry pie in the cafeteria...I love it all. And that shot was for you. I really meant it."
"I am gonna ask you just this once, and if you reject me, I will step back and never bother you again. You have my word," the weight of Gojo's promise would almost physically pin you to the ground, if not for the desperation lurking behind his gaze, darting between your eyes and your lips. He forcefully tore it away to glance right into your face. "Will you go out with me?"
You didn't believe what you were about to say. But hey, that day was already weird enough. You offered Gojo a crooked smile. "Yeah."
"Just one date, you won't — ", he blinked in surprise, a light frown crossing his handsome face. "Wait, what?"
You stifled a laugh and nodded, stepping closer, until you felt the hard planes of his chest. "I will go out with you."
A slow, almost dopey in its joy, grin curled Gojo's lips, until a small disbelieving chuckle left him. "You will? Just like that?"
Now you couldn't contain a smile either. "Just like that, Gojo."
A whoop full of happiness cut through the air and the noise of the party that slowly came to its eventual end as Gojo swept you off your feet and twirled you in a bone-crushing embrace. Your laugh was the prettiest sound Gojo had ever heard.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I swear you won't regret it!"
Satoru Gojo kept his promise. And many others he whispered in the dead of the night to you beneath the star-spilt sky. His hand was a steady anchor amidst the stormy life that awaited both of you. His voice offered you peace of mind when the world was a little too harsh for you. His fingers traced reverently the silk of your skin every time he shared a night with you. His gaze was the first you searched for in every crowded room. His arms had become the safest place in the world.
Satoru memorised the way you organised your life, but you were more than happy when he eventually disrupted your usual order. Not because he was doing that on purpose. Rather, since that was Satoru: he was too big for your world, and you didn't want him to shrink himself into someone he wasn't. Dimming Satoru's light was the last thing you wished.
He had learnt by heart the things that even you didn't pay attention to: for example, your toothbrush always had to face the door — Satoru wordlessly turned it the way you preferred; your favourite plant was Zamioculcas that he made sure was always watered visiting you; you usually carried a few packs of wet cat food for the stray babies in your enormous bag — he ordered large boxes, so you wouldn't run out of them; your drink of choice was Margarita that you shared only while hanging with Nobara — Satoru learned on his way to pick you up; you hated the loud harsh sounds, and Satoru was the first one to whisper sweet nothings to you and rub soothing circles against the small of your back until you calm down. In other words, he made your life easier.
You, on the other hand, only added more difficulties to his. Satoru never told you that, not even mentioned in any way that you were somehow different from him. But some things didn't have to be pointed out to catch your eye.
Like his Prada glasses, which cost like your monthly rent or two. Satoru could leave them somewhere without batting an eye. Or the luxurious gifts he would get you out of nowhere just because you barely glanced at something while strolling. That warmed your heart, yes, but the cheque that Satoru couldn't care less about startled you. You stayed in the lab until you almost fainted from fatigue just to finish the project before the deadline to get an extra payment to spend on the gift, since you were adamant that the relationships were about taking and giving in equal measure. Not to mention the one social gathering he invited you to, just off-handedly, before the day it actually happened; you drained your bank account to look presentable by his side, and lived on the instant ramen the entire month after. Maybe if you had accepted Satoru's offer to live together, none of that would have happened, but you learned the hard way to rely only on yourself. Luckily, the iron argument sealed the deal: your tight schedules at the lab and his as a pro basketball player didn't match well.
The Gojo family was another... topic. While no one said anything directly to your face, you noticed the way their brows knitted in confusion for a fleeting second, eyeing you up and down. Sensed the baffled glances and fake, saccharine sweet smiles behind your back, questioning the fact of your presence. No. Your existence. The mere raise of the brow from one of Satoru's distant cousins at the sight of your shoes — the ones you borrowed from Nobara, who got them after the Fashion Week in Paris, albeit last year's Dior collection — had you doubting your entire life.
Complaining had never been on your list, though some thoughts did cross your mind. You made sure not to voice them, stoically listening to all the hushed whispers. Not once did your smile falter in front of them. It was the least you could do for Satoru. You knew he didn't have a lot of joy in standing up for you every single time, so, eventually, the gatherings got shorter, the invitations came rather rarely, and the calls, already small in number, would always leave him in a bad mood. The sound of your name appeared quite frankly between the gritted words and heated yells.
"Don't worry, baby," Satoru's lips always found the crown of your head in the reassuring kiss when you asked him what was going on. The bitterness in his voice poisoned your already tired, insecure mind even more. He was a master at hiding his emotions, but never from you. "I got this."
A strained smile — the corners of your lips lifting just barely — was your usual answer.
"Of course."
Satoru then offered you a quick grin that never reached his eyes. His large hands cradled your face in the gentle, trembling grip, and the faint murmur would twist yet another knife between your ribs. "I love you. I love you so much. You know that, right?"
Leaning into Satoru's palm like a kitten, seeking warmth, you bit inside of your cheek not to cry. Your hand came up to cradle his hand against your cheek just to memorise the way it perfectly engulfed your face.
"I love you."
Not to dwell on the way you voice cracked, akin to ice beneath one's feet, you simply moved forward to capture his lips in a kiss, until all you could taste were tears. Yours, his... Did it matter anymore?
And then, under the pale moonlight coming from the lone crescent peering right into the bedroom of his large penthouse, your gaze drifted unabashedly over Satoru's face, taking in every flutter of the long, snowy eyelashes. Every breath that left his lips. Every faint twitch in his expression, and even every tiny snore. Your finger tenderly traced the bridge of Satoru's nose, making its way to the perfectly sculpted mouth and down to the sharp cut of his collarbones. Committing each pale freckle and beauty mark to memory.
For you knew that night would be your last one.
Satoru loved you, and you loved him. He loved you fiercely, with the force so burning it could rival the Sun itself. It was only fair for you to step back and let him shine. Not to drive another wedge between him and his family. You loved Satoru enough not to burden him with your presence. He should soar up in the sky, not stay chained on the ground by the dead weight of you and waste his time knocking some sense into his parents.
A muffled sob escaped your throat as you pressed a small kiss between his collarbones. The next thing you felt was Satoru's strong arm curling around your waist to pull you against his strong chest. The faint smell of musk still clung to his skin, but you had never revelled in it as you did now.
"Why aren't you asleep, baby? Something's wrong?" Satoru's voice came in a deep, throaty tone that would usually have your toes curling.
The edge of the blade dug deeper into your heart, drawing blood.
"Nothing, love. Just some weird thoughts, that's all."
A boyish grin adorned his face — so handsome even in the middle of the night — as he lightly flicked your forehead.
"Your head will hurt from all the overthinking. Head so tiny, yet so many thoughts. Come here," Satoru let a shuddering yawn and tucked your head under his chin, nuzzling gently against your hair. "Better?"
Biting on your lip, you prayed to all the gods that Satoru wouldn't hear the tremble in your voice. The steady beat of his heart lulled you to sleep, but you knew you wouldn't close an eye that night. "Yes."
"Try to sleep, okay?" Satoru's finger came to play with a lone strand of your hair. The smile in his voice was evident. "And if you don't, just wake me up. We can talk or watch that documentary you mentioned earlier. I mean, did Tyra really not take any accountability?"
You gathered any ounce of your strength not to fall apart right then and there.
"Of course, Toru. Go to sleep now."
He sighed in mock exaggeration. "Always so bossy."
His chest rose steadily under your cheek. His skin felt warm under the weight of your palm. You registered it all subconsciously, clinging to every part of Satoru.
And only when his breath fully evened, you allowed yourself to whisper to the night.
"I love you. And I am so sorry."
***
You sincerely thought you were a nice girlfriend for scheduling your breakup over the weekend. Waited until Satoru finished showering and emerged all smiley and happy from the bathroom. Waited until he recalled all the TikToks he sent to you in the early morning, not even knowing you already had blocked him on all the socials. Waited until he dug in the last breakfast you cooked for him — fluffy pancakes with strawberry jam.
"Babe, this is so delicious," Satoru hummed, pointing a fork at you. "Are you sure you didn't wanna become a chief? I mean, this is the gift from the heavens."
"I think we should break up."
Satoru paused mid-way, mouth still open. He slowly closed it and heaved a hollowed chuckle, chewing on the pancake with more force than necessary. "Very funny, sweets. An excellent joke."
Straightening in the seat, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Weren't you clear enough?
"I said we should break up."
That time, Satoru finally stopped chewing and slowly lifted his gaze at you. The electric blue pierced deep in your soul as he pressed again, "And I said it was an excellent joke."
"Satoru," the movement of your throat was sharp as you fumbled with words. "I am not joking."
The desperate flex of his fingers caught your attention immediately when Satoru curled them into a fist before taking a deep breath. The smile that carved into his lips was as sharp as the knife.
"Care to explain why?"
A thousand thoughts twirled in your mind those days like a restless whirlpool, each of them seemingly worse than the previous: "I don't love you anymore", or "You suffocate me with your love", and the traitorous "I cheated on you."
All of them lie, of course.
So, you settled on offering Satoru the least you could do — the truth.
"We just don't work out, Satoru. It's better to break up before — "your voice was so tiny and fragile, Satoru thought he was hallucinating: his worst nightmare coming to reality, " — things get more serious."
The loud, screeching sound of the chair being pushed away, followed by a self-deprecating, disbelieving laugh, filled the room. You glanced up at Satoru only to find him pacing around like a caged animal. Your words punched him right in the gut.
"We don't 'work out?' Before 'things get too serious', huh? Sweets, that's gotta be a joke. The most shitty, not funny and cruel joke you have ever pulled on me, but okay," he nervously carded his fingers through the white hair, before walking to you. "Tell me this is it. Please."
You cast your gaze down, not able to see the way his eyes frantically searched your face for any hint of a joke and hear the crack in his voice, usually so steady and certain. A rock, a lighthouse in your stormy ocean.
The shake of his hands was violent as they came up to frame your face. You choked on a heavy sob, trembling like a leaf with the tears blurring your eyes so hard you couldn't see anything.
"But we were —, are working just fine. Have I done something wrong? Is it because of me? Just tell me what to do, I swear I'll fix everything!"
"It's not about you, Satoru. Never has been. It's about me."
His white brows furrowed in confusion. "You? What about you? But you are perfect for me," he chuckled almost tenderly — a small sound frayed around the edges — that only ripped your heart out. "You listen to all my stupid jokes, know how many sugar cubes I put in my coffee, and put the curtains down because you know how sensitive my eyes are. You stayed with me at the hospital after the injury and cheered for me the loudest." His voice rose just a tad to coax a smile from you. "You have never told me how to be someone I am not. Always seen me, not the Gojo heir. Not the star player. How can it be about you? No one in the world knows me as well as you do. Like —," his gaze swept across the room like something might've helped him to talk you out, "like your last Christmas gift, huh? That premium card you swore you just stumbled upon in the store, but I knew better how much it — Wait."
Satoru's smile slowly died as the realisation downed at him like a wicked joke of fate. "No, no, no, no. That can't be it. Is that because of money? My status? I told you countless times that it doesn't matter to me! What I have is yours." His voice dipped into the fragile, almost sacred warmth that he reserved only for you. "All I have is yours."
You couldn't do that anymore. Not even in the wildest thoughts did it occur to you that breaking up with Satoru would hurt that badly. It rather resembled a never-ending torture.
He never understood it. Growing up in a family that barely made ends meet. Pouring your blood, sweat and tears into studies to get a tuition fee waiver, because there wasn't any other option for you to get into the university. Scraping by taking double shifts at the cafe. Fighting tooth and nail over the place in the chemistry lab.
And never would.
Pushing Satoru away, you closed your eyes in defeat before forcing yourself to look back at him. He didn't dare to mutter a word, watching your face twist with pain as you shouted.
"It matters to me! It matters to me, Satoru, how fucking inferior I feel next to you!"
Something in his gaze faded away. He didn't recognise his voice when it came in a short, fractured breath, devoid of all strength.
"What?"
A violent sob rattled your frame as you hid your face in your palms. You cried and cried and cried until your chest tightened with pain, and you managed to utter hoarsely. "Every time I get into your home, or every time someone sees me besides you, I want to run and disappear into the cave. Don't you see that, To — Satoru?" No. He wasn't your Toru anymore. "I am like, dunno, a disastrous glob of ink on Monet's painting. A patch of dirt on the Versace gown. A bling-bling amidst Graff's and Harry Winston's. Well, you get it. Something to wipe away or hide in the closet. Someone who doesn't deserve to stand by your side."
"I don't get it," Satoru dragged his hands over his face and shook his head, letting out a humourless laugh. His eyes flashed with a weird gleam. "Did my parents or anyone at that point say something to you? Because if they did, I fucking swear —"
"No one said anything to me, Satoru! It doesn't matter. Because they say it to you —"
"And as I said, I don't care — "
"BUT I DO!" The rise of your voice to a frenzied cry startled both of you. Satoru stared at you with a gaze so desperate that a kiss of the gun would've been more merciful. You fiercely wiped your snotty nose — hell, you must've looked so ugly — and walked over to cup his face. He watched your every move as if you were about to disappear. In a way, you were going to.
"I do not want anyone to say something about me to you. I do not want you to fight with your family over me. I want you to be happy. Do not be torn between me and the world you belonged to."
Satoru wanted to shake you by the shoulders just to knock some sense into your head, scream and shout what a total bullshit your words were, but instead, he got rooted to the spot by your doe eyes. His stomach twisted at your next words.
"You'll meet a beautiful, smart, and kind girl, who wears pearls that cost more than I will ever be able to make, plays Brahms at the family gatherings, and who doesn't turn red in the face, while asked about favourite Japanese modern artists. Well, now I know plenty." You couldn't help but huff a tiny chuckle. Nothing twitched in Satoru's face. "And you will fall in love with her, and your whole family will like her. Everything will be just fine."
Satoru couldn't believe what was happening. Nothing in his life could ever prepare him for the pain that would follow with your leaving him. It didn't feel real. Probably, never would.
He slowly tilted his head down and rested his forehead against yours, whispering, barely audible. Like every word cost him a fortune. "Please, baby, please. I swear on my life, I will do everything. Just don't leave me. I don't —," Satoru's hands slip up your face as well, but you closed your eyes in defeat. Any ounce of strength left in your body evaporated. His arms fell to his sides as he croaked out helplessly. "I don't know who I am without you."
"You are you, Satoru. Always have been and always will be. A brilliant, wonderful, kind boy with a golden heart. And I..I am just me," you pressed your lips in a thin line before forcing a smile. "But I will work on it. As I said, it's all because of me."
"You don't get it." Somehow, Satoru's lifeless whisper hit you harder than any scream would. Because Satoru never raised his voice at you. Even now. There was a hunch to his shoulders that you rarely saw, if ever, as he turned from you and gripped the edge of the table. "I want to marry you. To become your family. But guess that doesn't matter anymore. Before things get too serious, huh?"
The room spun around you as you knitted your brows together, slumping in the nearest chair. Marrying… you?
But, on the other hand, it didn't change anything. You were still miles away from each other, standing on opposite sides of the societal hierarchy.
"I am so sorry, Satoru," words clawed up your throat as you shook your head.
Satoru finally turned around, and the dimmed, utterly devastated blue of his gaze tore you apart at the seams. "You are not sorry. If you were, you won't be leaving me now."
You didn't have enough in you to counter this. Words seemed meaningless, slipping like sand through your fingers.
"Please, Satoru. Let us go. It is for the better."
You had never seen an expression that hopeless and defeated on his handsome face.
"Is that what you want?"
"No," you wanted to scream, to shout, to cry out loud. "How can I possibly want to leave you? I have to. For both of us."
The silence stretched thin between you for so long, Satoru sincerely thought you didn't hear him. He stepped forward only to see you giving a short nod, almost cruel in its curtness.
After all, he never denied you everything. Even that. Even if it killed him from the inside.
Standing by the door with your bag, you couldn't help but steal a last glance at him. You parted your lips to say goodbye, but nothing even remotely plausible came to your mind. Satoru sat on the couch, shoulders slumped and gaze fixed on the floor. His name left your lips for the last time.
"Satoru."
His head snapped up as if he had been waiting for it that entire time. Maybe you changed your mind?
"Yes?"
That fragile hope in his tone twisted your insides.
"I love you."
Before he could answer, you slipped out of his apartments. And his life.
***
These months, the four agonising months, marked by Satoru's absence in your life, had sucked. Mildly put.
You sincerely thought you were doing the right thing — well, still were — breaking up, sparing his life from your presence, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. In a way, it was the opposite.
Pushing the love of your life away and then grovelling in the silence of your small apartment after putting on a brave face and assuring everyone that you were okay sucked. Crying yourself to sleep sucked. Feeling your heart breaking to pieces each time your gaze stumbled upon something that instantly reminded you of Satoru — like a photo on the fridge, his note with a smiley, kissy face between the pages of your comfort book and the tome of the manga he was reading — sucked. Walking around the places you used to hang out sucked.
What sucked even more was the fact that Satoru's presence seemed to linger everywhere. His laugh haunted you while you were lounging on the couch. The look of pure happiness on his face was ingrained in your mind while you were walking in a familiar park. And when your eye caught sight of a ball? Didn't even mention it. Perhaps that was your punishment. Now you were subjected to a lifetime of loneliness.
Still, you tried to do the thing you promised Satoru the final time you saw him. Attempted to go out of your shell. Took on some hobbies. Had a lot, a lot of time for self-reflection (given that you were free most of the evenings when you didn't throw yourself into work). And took small steps to discover what made you whole.
What and not who. That realisation sank on you with the force of a tidal wave. Kept you awake in three of the morning. Occupied all your thoughts until you finally, finally, were getting used to it. Still, there was a lot to be done. You only wished for Satoru by your side, though. Were you allowed to think about him, after all?
The revelation, of course, only made your mind drift to Satoru even more. How was he? Was his injury getting better? Did his father officially appoint him as the next CEO?
Gods. You sure had no right to worry about him anymore. Not after breaking both of your hearts. An utterly desperate and lifeless look on his face flashed every time before your eyes when you closed them.
You dragged your feet back from the nearest combini: Friday had finally marked the end of a long, exhausting week (not like you had many left, huh) and you treated yourself with sushi and a bottle of wine. There was nothing you wanted more than to run a bath and put Sex and the City on, rotting under the blanket. It would've been thousands of times better if Satoru were there, but alas...
A few raindrops fell on the asphalt, successfully putting the train of your miserable thoughts to a halt, and you hurried to the entrance of your block. Quickly fishing a pair of keys, you glanced up from your bag as something caught your attention in the periphery, and you got immediately rooted to the spot.
You would recognise the set of those shoulders, now slightly hunched, everywhere. A grey hoodie did nothing to hide his figure. White tufts fell over his forehead under the hood, and something twisted viciously in your chest at the sight. Your fingers twitched with the urge to feel the silk of that hair under your touch.
You took a deep breath, trying to take a rein over your hammering heart, and stepped closer, calling the man out softly. Rather hesitantly.
"Satoru? What are you doing here?"
Satoru went rigid for a moment at your voice. His shoulders tensed even more. Your throat clogged up.
But then he turned around and smiled. A tiny, almost pathetic lift of his lips, and he offered you a small wave. Just like the one you gave him at that basketball match.
"Hi, ba —" Satoru immediately corrected himself, wincing just for a second. His smile wavered, as did your composure. "Hi."
The effort that took you not to drop your things right then and run into his arms was only between you and the gods.
"Hello to you too." Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stepped forward. That totally wasn't the way you imagined that meeting would go.
"What are you doing here?" You prompted again, trying not to sound either harsh or desperate. Desperate to hear his voice. See his eyes. Look at his face.
"Just... was going around. Stumbled at your place. You still live here." Satoru lifted one shoulder in a nervous shrug, and his little smile morphed into a quick, uneasy grimace.
You didn't question those stalker-ish tendencies, but the doubt was clearly evident in an arch of your brow, because Satoru instantly raised his hands in surrender.
"No, really. I guess my legs just carried me there. Some memory, you know," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, but then sighed, seeing your suspicion. "Come on, sweets. If I had been stalking you all that time, I would've done it way more discreetly."
That brought you some relief. "Guess you would've."
His Adam's apple bobbed with an effort. "Can we, uhm, talk?"
Something in your guts was telling you had a pretty good sense of the way this talk would go. You weren't sure it was the right time and way.
Casting your gaze down, you worried on your bottom lip before breathing out, "I'm — I'm not sure this is a good idea, Satoru."
"Please", his voice took on a pleading edge. You closed your eyes for a brief moment. "I just want to know how you are. That's all."
He was lying. And he knew you were well aware of it.
But, in the end, wasn't that what you wanted? To see him, at least? Well, here Satoru was.
Thunder roared somewhere in the distance, and you were pretty sure that soon you both would be drenched to the bone.
"Besides, you don't want to get me standing under the rain, do you?" An amusement curled Satoru's lips before he let a humourless chuckle. "Have some mercy on your ex-boyfriend."
That sounded like a slur coming from Satoru. You glared at him. His smile turned even sharper.
Torn between the current state of your... relationship, and the fact that Satoru was standing right in front of you, you completely didn't know what to do. You didn't part your ways that badly. And you had never wanted to be that person who would resent his ex and scowl at every mention of them.
Because that was never true. You loved Satoru. And, judging by the yearning lacing his gaze and the nervous flex of his hands as he awaited your response, he still loved you, too.
After minutes of debating, with the rain intensifying, you finally gave in and nodded towards the entrance.
"Get in."
Satoru's wide smile now resembled more of a child's on Christmas.
"Yes, ma'am."
The weight of Satoru's gaze, burning a hole in your back, felt rather physical. The tension in your kitchen threatened to suffocate you both, while you busied yourself with making tea and a gigantic cup of hot cocoa for Satoru.
You placed the drink in front of him, and Satoru shot you a small, curious grin.
"Whoa, marshmallows."
"Yeah," you still absent-mindedly bought them at the grocery store. Habit. "You know, three years of always getting your marshmallows weren't in vain."
Satoru looked at you as if he seriously considered offering himself as a sacrifice at your altar.
Damn those puppy eyes.
Rubbing your palms up and down your thighs, you cleared your throat and offered an awkward smile. God, you wanted the ground to swallow you. "So, uhm, how have you been, To — Satoru?"
He pressed his lips together and leaned back in his seat, right hand on the back of it, like he was incapable of sitting straight. Well, some things never changed.
Satoru didn't look at you, instead glancing out of the window at the heavy rain, drumming against the windows.
"Not so good."
You immediately dropped your gaze, hugging the cup with sea buckthorn tea. The scorching liquid might've burnt your hands a little, but it was nothing in comparison with the sharp pain in your chest.
Licking your lips, you forced yourself to look up at Satoru. He was still staring at the rain like it held something only visible to him. The muscle in his jaw jumped.
"I am sorry, but —"
Satoru released a long sigh and turned to you. You almost flinched at the sight of his eyes — usually so bright blue, flashing with mirth and charm, now reduced to the lifeless, dull grey. Under the better light, you also noticed the dark bags under Satoru's eyes, the hollow in his cheeks and even the light stubble. You had never seen him like it. Like he aged ten years or more in those months.
That was all because of you, right?
Tears filled your eyes so fast you couldn't even blink them away, when you felt salt on your lips.
You wanted to apologise once again, but then Satoru leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, feverishly running his fingers through the white strands. Were you a little crazy, or even his hair seemed more…ashy?
"I am not gonna lie, I have never felt more awful and pathetic and miserable — well, you get it, in my entire fucking life," he waved his hand dismissively, and you closed your eyes just for a fleeting second, because you couldn't afford even a moment of not looking at him. That talk went even worse than you imagined. "But after you left, something has…changed."
You sat upright and drawled hesitantly, "Like…what?"
He huffed a humourless chuckle, and his eyes flashed with a weird, almost malicious glint. Your insides went cold.
"Well, I just told my father that he can suck my dick —"
You slowly covered your face with one hand. That was not good. Very, very bad, actually.
" — if he even for a moment thinks I was going to marry one of the girls he and my grandfather suggested. And then he started threatening to cut my trust fund off, blah blah, blah. Like I've ever given a single fuck about it."
Something in his tone was telling you that wasn't everything that had changed.
Satoru's voice sharpened in a way that could cut even the hardest steel.
"That was okay. Nothing I've heard before. But when he started talking about you," his voice dropped to a whisper and dangerously cracked. You couldn't hear it anymore. "That's where I draw the line. He knows that. Now everyone knows that."
A loud groan left you as you dropped your head in your hands.
"What have you done, Satoru?"
He just rolled his eyes. Harsh and sharp. "What I should have done, obviously. A long time ago. Tell all of them to fuck off."
"Oh —"
"Mildly put," Satoru scratched his head with a mild grimace. "And then got kicked out of the house. Trust fund cut off, obviously."
You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Satoru might've thought that his words would somehow soften you, so you could coo at him or whatever. But never did he expect you to slam your fist against the table and grit throught your teeth.
"Have you fucking lost your mind?"
Satoru blinked in shock, watching you suddenly stand up and turn from him, your hands curled into fists by your sides.
"What?"
Taking a deep breath, you tore your gaze from the windows and threw your hands in the air.
"Are you an idiot?"
Well, that kind of hurt. "I don't understand."
"Satoru." Oh no, he knew that tone. That only meant you were seething with rage. There were no means of escape, especially as you loomed over him. "So let me get it straight. You fought with your entire family, they kicked you out of the house and left you with no money."
"Pretty much, yeah."
"All because of me!?"
Satoru didn't like the way you said "me". As if you were something not even worth mentioning. The dirt beneath his feet.
"Satoru, we are not together! I am not your girlfriend anymore, I am not even in your life! We don't even talk! You can't throw your life away because of me! That's stupid!"
"Well, maybe I am stupid, hasn't it occurred to you?"
"Satoru," your voice trembled on the edge of tears. Why didn't he understand you?! "I am serious. This is serious. This is your life! This is all you have— had, especially given you can't damn play with your injury now!"
Satoru didn't answer you. You only saw the way he swallowed with effort, and the look of utter longing on his face told you everything.
You helplessly slumped back in your chair and hid your face in your palms for a small eternity. Satoru didn't dare to interrupt. He just watched you, soaking up every feature as if you were about to kick him out of your apartment forever. That was an option. You were pretty pissed.
He attempted to soothe you, "But there's something good."
You slowly glanced up, and Satoru almost snorted at the look of total disbelief in your eyes. "Such as?"
Satoru quickly stood up and kneeled between your chair, taking your hands in his. Cold as usual. Absent-mindedly, he rubbed your palms with his thumbs. As usual.
"I mean, you said it yourself, sweets. That is all I have known for my whole life. Rich kid, golden youth, spoilt guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth, all that stuff. I thought maybe it was it? My chance to find myself, huh? I don't want to be their toy to boss around all because of money."
Something crawled up your skin and twisted sharply in your chest as you breathed out, "What do you mean?"
Was he serious? So you both were doing the same thing all that time?
Satoru squeezed your hand harder and gave you a crooked smile.
"Just been here and there. Doing…some stuff."
You tilted your head in a silent question. He chuckled breathlessly and shook his head.
"Don't laugh, okay? I am teaching some kids basketball at school."
"Oh," your lips curled up in a tender smile as something warm bloomed in your chest. "That's really nice. You like it?"
"Yeah," Satoru's answer was immediate. And for the first time that evening, you saw a familiar spark in his eyes. "Kids can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but they are really cute. Listen to me, call me Gojo-sensei. Kinda gets in your head, you know."
A small snort escaped you, and the wide grin broke on his face. Oh, how he missed that precious sound.
"Where do you live now?"
"Crashing Suguru. He's not particularly happy when I drown my misery in another pint of strawberry ice-cream — "
Your smile slowly disappeared.
" — when he brings in some girl, but I bribe him with dark chocolate. You know he can't live without it."
"That he can," you uttered in a strained voice. Satoru's grin wavered as well, and he hesitantly reached to tuck the lone strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand trembled a little.
"What about you? There are boxes everywhere," he leaned back with a soft murmur, glancing around your apartment with packed staff around. "Moving out?"
Your heart suddenly felt twice its size, thumping violently against your ribs. "Uhm, yeah. Moving out."
"Where?"
Well, that was it. You squirmed in your seat, and Satoru's hand slowly fell to his side. He just waited.
"Eh…France."
He pinched his brows together with a slight frown and repeated incredulously, "You are moving to France?"
Satoru's sharp blue gaze seemed to pierce through you. Unable to meet it, you looked away.
"Yes."
"Why?"
Sighing deeply, you stood up and leaned against a kitchen counter, hugging yourself. Satoru immediately rose to his feet.
"That was a pretty much hard time for me too. Not delving into details, but…yeah. I felt like shit. Everyone was dating someone, or building a successful career, or, I don't know, just doing something meaningful," you gestured vaguely and combed your hair with a shaky hand. Satoru just stared at you like a lone, kicked puppy. "While I willingly kept fucking my own life over. Cooped yourself in that place. Left the love of my life."
Something in your face softened at the last words. Satoru forgot how to breathe.
"And that certainly shouldn't be…in vain, whatever. I told you I was going to work on myself, and I kind of do. Step by step, but I am going there."
"I still don't understand. I am happy for you, really am, but why are you leaving Japan? What about your mother, your job?"
What about me?
"My department's had its financing cut. My presence is not required anymore, as they said. I am just working the last two weeks, and that's it."
"Oh. I am..I am sorry to hear it."
"As for my mom," you didn't seem to hear Satoru's words at all, staring somewhere past him. "You know, she's never really cared that much about me anyway. She'll survive."
As cruel as your words might've seemed, you were right. Your mother was an…interesting woman indeed.
Satoru desperately cling to anything that could make you stay here like a lifeline.
"What about Nobara?"
Surely, you couldn't leave her. You two had been together from the first time he saw you at the university campus.
"Actually, she was the one who offered me that."
"Huh?!"
"She's recently been promoted at her job to the French edition of their magazine. Fashion weeks, runways, photoshoots… You know her, she's been ecstatic about it. So, when she asked me about it…I said I would give it a thought. I mean, it will be a nice fresh start, won't it? I don't have anything left here, so…why not? Gotta take risks, something like that."
Satoru couldn't believe his own ears. That would've been his nightmare coming true, if not for the fact that his worst one already was real. No. He wouldn't let you go that time. That was the stupidest thing he had done in his life, and if he had to beg…well.
The worst thing that you seemed pretty confident about it. But looking closely, he saw your hands trembled a little by your side, and your gaze darted nervously around. So, there still was some chance.
He ran his fingers through his hair. The gears seemed to work nonstop in his mind as he glanced around for any clue or sight for support. Until…
He weakly breathed out, "I am going with you."
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You what!?"
Satisfied with your reaction and his genius mind, Satoru smirked lazily, "I am going to France with you."
Did you stare in The Office or something? Was there a hidden camera to look at?
Helplessly blinking, you finally managed to utter, "Excuse me? You going to France? With me?"
"I know, I know what you are thinking. He's crazy, an idiot, proper name, last name, backstory stuff, but hear me out!" Satoru walked to you and squeezed your shoulders, his eyes frantically searching your face for a hint of understanding. You still stared at him as if he had just announced he was going to fly to the Moon, no less. "You broke up with me because, citing "you felt inferior to me," right?
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you gave him a flat look. "Correct."
"But I am not superior in any way to you now! You're discovering yourself, me too, so why don't we do that together? Start everything from scratch? Including," his Adam's apple bobbed with effort as his hands slowly slid down your figure to rest on the dip of your waist. Your skin tingled at the contact. "Including us."
Blood defeaningly roared at your temples, and your heart jumped right into your throat. Wouldn't it be strange and weird? Getting back together after you pushed him away? After breaking both of you?
One of Satoru's hands drifted upwards to cradle your face, while the other pulled your figure closer to him. Your head spun at the sudden proximity. His thumb delicately traced the line of your jaw and settled on the apple of your cheek.
"How is that stupid and weird, if I love you?" Shit, had you been musing aloud? "And you love me."
You parted your lips to answer, but then Satoru tilted his head down just a bit, and it was enough to feel the faintest brush of his lips against yours. With knees slightly trembling, your hand flew up and twisted the fabric of his hoodie for support. Your tongue darted out to lick your lip for a mere second; it was enough for Satoru's gaze to flick there and stare at your mouth as if hypnotised.
"Or you don't?" You almost leaned in for a kiss when he suddenly pulled away, despite being a breath away from devouring you. You gulped and lifted a pleading gaze at him — and not like the look on Satoru's face was any better. A strange kind of bitterness settled in your chest at the shakiness of his voice: he really doubted it. Well, you gave him a good reason to, didn't you?
It baffled you. No. Weirded out in the worst way possible.
So, instead of answering, you simply stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his. A feathery, almost invisible, but it was enough for Satoru to release a groan and kiss your back.
You forgot how to breathe. The room spun around you, and if not for Satoru's hand holding at your waist, you would've collapsed for sure. The familiar sense of heat shot through you as you boldly slid your hand up Satoru's toned shoulder, grazed his undercut — wait, did he actually whimper at that or what — and ran your fingers through the silky white hair. The months of raw longing, poured in that kiss, laced every brush of your tongues, stifled moan and impatient tug with desperate want. Damn, you almost forgot his lips slotting perfectly against yours, his gently nipping at your bottom lip, and his hot, raspy breath fanning over your cheek when you pulled away before delving in again and again.
Blinking away dizziness, you managed to gather your bearings together just to mumble, "Does it count as an answer?"
Satoru's chest rose up and down as if he had just run a marathon, and he slowly shook his hand in response before tilting your chin up. His eyes resembled more of a stormy ocean than a breezy sea, but his hold was as tender as always.
"I love you, Satoru. Still am and always have been. I told you the same when —," you swallowed the lump in your throat, "— when I left you." Voice sinking into a small, almost miserable whisper, you went on, "And I am sorry for that, so damn sorry, you didn't deserve it."
"No, no, no, baby, stop it," now both his hands cradled your face as his gaze gently caressed every twitch in it, every shift, every freckle and mole. "You did what you felt right to. I accepted that, even though it was the hardest thing in my life. Believe me or not, I felt so stupid and shitty and miserable for letting you go, but I had to respect that. I only wish I had noticed you feeling that way sooner," he ended with a small, bitter smile, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose before gently nuzzling it. "Missed you so, so much."
As much as you wanted to lean into Satoru's touch again with no care in the world, you felt the need to apologise for once again, "No, Satoru, but — Maybe if I told you that instead of going away, we wouldn't be apart these months. I am sorry."
"Stop that," his voice cut you off, not firmly but enough to shut you up. "Really, stop. I am not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. And maybe I need that too. Shook me good to realise what things really mattered in life."
A sad sigh left your lips when you remembered what happened between Satoru and his family. Yes, they were jerks, but you never wanted to be the reason for the wedge between them.
"But hey, now we're two psychos together, trying to figure out what to do with their life! Together, right?" Satoru's gaze carefully searched yours, and as you nodded enthusiastically, his face broke into the brightest grin possible. Maybe only rivalling the one he gave you when you agreed to go out with him at that bonfire party.
"Love you, love you, love you," you murmured between kisses, nuzzling against his jaw, eliciting shaky moans. Your hands slid under his hoodie to feel the hot skin under your palms, but the sudden roaring of the thunder made you jump.
"Oh, fuck."
Satoru wanted to tease you at first, but he quickly bit his tongue, remembering that noises like that still scared you. You mindlessly gripped his hoodie tighter, pressing your frame against his for comfort. His hand cradled the back of your head, and he tucked it under his chin, whispering soothing words.
"Maybe you wanna lie down or something?" Whispering into your hair, Satoru pressed his lips against the crown of your head as another tremble shook your body at the particularly frightening sound. His gaze briefly flicked at the sky through the windows. "Yeah, not getting better soon."
Without further ado, you sighed in response and gripped his hand to walk to your bedroom. In every other situation, his hands would've been on you in a second, but not now. Especially given that you had just gotten back together.
Your bedroom hadn't really changed: your favourite stuffed plush bear sat over the sheets, guarding your sleep; a stupid lava lamp that Satoru once gifted you was still on the bedside table, not to mention the horde of houseplants (he sadly noticed the absence of some) at the windowsill. You hadn't packed the bedroom stuff yet, though a couple of boxes obediently waited in the corner.
After all those months, Satoru's presence felt kind of weird in your bedroom, but now, with his hands enveloping you in an embrace, you had never felt happier.
You both stayed up the whole night: gods, you almost forgot how easy it was to talk to Satoru. He told you more about the kids he was teaching, the school, and that he tried to do some modelling photoshoots. It turned out pretty good. "Might be a nice gig," he shrugged nonchalantly, but you noticed his eyes sparkling with mirth.
You filled him in on the work drama, places you visited in your attempts to go out of your shell, hobbies you tried — his eyes widened at the mention of drawing and pottery, and he demanded to see your works the first thing in the morning.
You snorted quietly. "I don't think they are anywhere as good as your photos."
Satoru huffed under his breath and lightly nudged your shoulder. You both lie face to face now, smiling and giggling like a pair of students you once were. You felt as if you were floating in happiness.
"Come on, baby, don't be shy. I am positive they are nice."
"No, Toru, they are not. Believe me, my first flowerpot was disastrous." You turned a bit and waved at the deformed blob of clay, hiding in the corner. Satoru followed your move: his lips pressed into a thin line at the sight of a poor thing.
"Uhm…well, it's not that bad." His shoulders shook with a barely suppressed laugh, and you rolled your eyes good-naturedly.
"It's okay, you can laugh."
The laugh he let was truly thunderous, and even you, the mighty creator, couldn't help but laugh alone.
"Babe, I am sorry, it's just looking at me like I have to end its suffering," after some time, Satoru finally wept some tears and breathed out weakly with his hand on his stomach. You both looked at the hopeless blob. "Why do you keep it, anyway?"
Sighing in response, you murmured, "Dunno. I can't bring myself to throw it away."
Satoru just hummed in response and settled back against the pillows. "Will you take it to France?"
Your heart skipped a beat at the mention, and you just shrugged indecisively. The light mood you had slowly evaporated. After some minutes, you rolled back to face Satoru again, only to find him already watching you closely.
"Were you serious?"
He tilted his head in question; his hand came up to brush a hair strand behind your ear. "About what?"
The next words came in a hesitant whisper.
"Moving with me to France."
Satoru's thumb traced your bottom lip before he dropped his arm to the side. Shrugging casually, he lifted a steady gaze on you. "Are you still thinking about moving there?"
You swallowed nervously before nodding. "Yeah."
"Then I was serious too. We're dating again, it's only logical then."
You couldn't fight with that argument.
"Guess it is. I just…," you lifted one shoulder, still doubtful. "Can't believe you do that for me."
And he couldn't believe you questioned it. But instead, Satoru just blinked at you and muttered in the most serious tone possible.
"I told you I was going to marry you. Yes, I still want to. I wasn't joking and trying to hold you back in the heat of the moment —"
You wordlessly glanced at him.
" — okay, I did, but I was serious. And still am. Hell, baby," the mattress dipped under his weight as Satoru scooted closer. "You're the only thing — not a thing, person, I mean, you're the most serious I've ever been about anything and anyone in my life. I swear. Where you go, I follow."
His voice cracked at the last words, and you let a shuddering breath, cupping his face.
"Are you sure? What will your family say? Job? Suguru?"
Satoru lifted a corner of his lips in a small grin, recalling the same arguments he used to talk you out of moving.
"I am pretty sure I can find something there. Isn't this a part of discovering yourself, too? It could be pretty fun. Who knows, maybe I have some secret talent for pastries. Not just eating. Baking! Plus, I know French," he beamed at you like the Sun. You couldn't help but grin back. "It's a little rusty, though."
You both snorted, but then a frown crossed Satoru's face, and his tone turned more serious.
"Suguru…he'll understand. We still will be talking, right? Not as we used to, but…hey, now I will have an excuse to send him even more stupid memes."
"I am sure he will be ecstatic about it."
"He won't have any choice, heh. And my family…honestly? I don't really care. We both said everything we wanted to each other. I do not see any sense in bowing and scraping."
Your face crumpled in a grimace as you recalled that you were one of the reasons that entire thing happened, and hunched your shoulders. "Still sorry about it."
"And I am still saying you shouldn't be."
Minutes passed between you in a relative silence, interrupted only by the car noises and distant humming of the refrigerator as you stared at the ceiling. Finally, you turned to look at Satoru. Moonlight painted his features in an even more breathtaking way, highlighting the sharp jawline and illuminating the blue of his eyes.
"So…we are really going to France."
Satoru smiled at you — the gentle one he saved only for you — and reached for your hand to interlace your fingers slowly.
"We really are."
***
The morning sun crept through the blinds, bathing a bedroom in a soft, ethereal light, and its beams lazily caressed your face in feathery kisses. As your nose twitched at the sensation, begrudgingly, very begrudgingly, you blinked and reached for your phone. It came to life with a faint buzz; you tried to focus your bleary gaze on the time and sighed in relief as you still had half an hour before the alarm.
A careful attempt to sink back into the sheets didn't go unnoticed by the whole mountain of heat and muscle beside you. Satoru's arm snaked around your waist with an energy too restless for a sleepy man.
"Where are you going to, huh?" His voice, still deep and thick with sleep, felt like a pure sin against your nape. A shudder ran through your body as he gently nuzzled the soft skin there and pressed his lips against the point that shouldn't drive you crazy like it did. "Morning, ma choute."
Amusement curled your tone as you breathed out a chuckle, "Your favourite word, huh?"
Instead of answering, Satoru hummed something unintelligible against the curve of your neck, nosing it, while his lips found your pulse point.
"Can't help it. Not my fault if it fits you perfectly. So sweet," his head went into a dizzy, hazy state at the whiff of your chocolate shower gel and something so uniquely yours. "So soft." The hand that rested leisurely on your belly lazily drifted upwards to cup the tender swell of your breasts. Your breath caught in your throat as you arched into Satoru's touch with a quiet, sleepy moan.
"Ah, Satoru…"
When your voice dipped into that syrupy bedroom voice, laced with so much want, Satoru never could help himself. His hips bucked involuntarily, eliciting a surprised gasp from you, as you felt the throbbing of his length against your backside.
Your hair fanned over a pillow like a halo, catching the bright light, and Satoru's heart skipped a beat. He gently bit down on your pulse point, and as your gasp rose in a tone, he quickly soothed it with a lick of his tongue.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful. So, so beautiful. Can't believe you're mine." The heat crept up your body all the way to your cheeks, not only at the way Satoru rolled your nipple between his fingers, palming at the soft skin there, but at the bewilderment in his voice. As if he were actually shocked.
Another moan left your lips as you closed your eyes in the utter pleasure, coursing through your body and tightening your insides into the sweet knot. Subconsiously, you pushed your trembling thighs back against his front, to which Satoru responded with a low hiss.
"You're in a teasing mood today, huh?"
A sharp pang of disappointment shot through your body when his hand left your chest.
"Satoru…"
"Shh, patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait, don't they?" You almost whined at the loss of the contact, but then his hand — god, that hand — wrapped around your throat with a light grip, just enough to turn your face and capture your lips in a lazy, unhurried kiss. He licked at the seam of your mouth, and you immediately opened it, granting Satoru access. Your tongues lazily tangled, exploring each other; you slid your free hand down his toned pecs, sharp abs and wrapped it around the already hard cock. Giving it a few unhurried pumps, you heard Satoru moaning unbashfully against your mouth.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, keep going, love. Just like —, oh, just like that."
You fondled his balls with a sly smirk, to which he responded with a sharp, almost desperate cry, and…stopped.
"Hey, baby," the pout was evident in his voice, "That's not fair. Like totally not fair."
With a smirk widening, you turned just a tad to see his half-lidded gaze darkening with lust. "Haven't you just preached to me about patience, Toru?"
Satoru's head hit your shoulder as he let a groan, followed by a disbelieving laugh. "Vixen. You drive me crazy, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah, yet you're still not inside me." After rolling your eyes impatiently, you finally heard the sheets rustling. Your insides clenched in anticipation.
Laughing quietly, Satoru kissed your shoulder, pulling you closer against his front. His hand slid under your hip, lifting it for better access, and hoisted it over his own. You almost whimpered as the thick head of his cock nudged your already wet entrance.
"Look at tha-a-a-t," the heat flooded your body even more at the cocky tilt in his voice and the way his fingers lightly grazed your folds. "For someone so soaked, you have a pretty big mouth running, ma chérie."
You attempted to glare at Satoru, but it ended rather poorly with the way your eyes were glazed with desire. Giving you a smirk, not even trying to hide his arrogance and smugness, he hastily fisted his cock and aligned it with your entrance, slowly yet surely filling you up inch by inch.
"F-fuck, you're so tight," Satoru's hot whisper fanned over your jawline as he pressed heated kisses up to your mouth. "So warm, so good, so p-perfect — babe, don't clench me like that, f-for me."
Your lips parted, forming almost a perfect "O" in its shape at the burn of the stretch, and the first loud moan tore from your chest, when Satoru finally gave you a shallow roll of his hips.
"Sa-Satoru, yeah…"
With no hesitation, you reached behind and tugged at the soft white tufts above Satoru's undercut, pressing his head into your nape to seek even more contact until your bodies fused in a messy, unintelligible tangle of limbs, needy touches and wanton moans. His hips built a slow, languid rhythm, moulding your insides into the shape of his cock; each thick vein and ridge of him against your velvet walls made your mind swim in pleasure, so overwhelming it drowned every coherent thought. One of his hands snaked up to squeeze your breasts, eliciting more shaky whimpers from you.
"Love you, love you so fucking much, you don't even, ngh, under-understand, shit, y-yes," Satoru slurred against your cheek after yet another sloppy kiss, his tongue darting to taste the salty skin as you literally cried in ecstasy when he hit that sweet spot inside. You were completely sure he would never let you forget this. His moves gradually lost their rhythm, giving in to a raw, primal desire. A string of desperate whimpers spilt from your lips, and you turned your head to muffle these cries in the pillow.
Wrong move.
Seeing it, Satoru's lips curled into a sharp smirk. He quickly wetted his fingers and dragged them down to press quick, tight circles on your clit, and with all the stimulation, your body jolted in pleasure. Heat, shameless and urgent, built at the base of your spine, coursed through your veins and lit every part on fire. His cock twitched inside you at the way you breathed out his name with such desperation that put all the prayers to shame.
"Give it to me, baby. Be a good girl, yeah? Cum for me."
Your thighs shook violently, which was a telling sign that you were close; he feverishly rutted against yours, rubbing your clit in quick motions, panting against the curve of your neck. His eyes rolled in pleasure as your cunt fluttered around him, coating his shaft in juices, and with a shameless guttural groan, he cummed too.
The sound of your name, spilling from Satoru's lips like it was the only word he knew, brought tears to your eyes. Of love, of longing, or devotion, you weren't even sure.
Satoru was still in you, behind you, wrapping you in his arms and scent, when you awkwardly tried to turn around. He lazily blinked at you — the blue of his eyes resembled the glimmering waves of the Mediterranean Sea, which lapped the shores of the city that had become your home. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you lean in to press a quick, almost chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. They twitched with a soft grin.
"Someone's awfully sweet. Good morning, I guess. Really good, that time. What if — "
Before Satoru finished, your hands framed his face, and you kissed him again, taking your time. He released a quiet, unexpected sigh and melted into it immediately, giving you all the reins. Sweet and soft, your tongue swept over his plump lips and explored his mouth, until you both pulled away to catch your breath. Resting your forehead against his, you muttered quietly.
"I love you."
Satoru didn't answer you right away; instead, he cupped your cheek, his thumb grazed the soft skin under your eyes, and he murmured back.
"I love you more."
You didn't want to delve into the endless fight of who loved whom more, so you just settled against his chest with a soft sigh. Satoru tucked your head under his chin and gently ran his fingers up and down your spine.
"How are you feeling? Wanna cuddle a little or go showering?"
"I wish we could cuddle more, but Nobara and Maki are coming in…very soon, actually."
Satoru stilled for a moment and released a groan, reluctant to let you go and leave that bed, jutting his bottom lip in the biggest pout known to the Universe.
"Is it today? Do we have to go with them, baby?"
"Yes. Toru, we promised them to show the Fine Arts Museum. Maki didn't visit it last time they were in Marseille because it was shut for some renovation. Apparently."
"Geez, I was hoping for a round two. And maybe three in the shower. Besides, we were there with Suguru last summer." His hand slid down to squeeze your butt in the last attempt to persuade you, but you stood your ground. With great effort.
"Satoru, no. We don't see them often. Get up."
Saoru's hand that reached to pinch your side as you hopped off to get to the shower, limply fell to his side. He groaned as his head hit the pillow, but as the sounds of water running filled the space, he enthusiastically got up and padded to the bathroom. He could be pretty…convincing when he wanted to.
Indeed, an hour later, Nobara suspiciously eyed both of you up and down — your hair told her everything she needed to know. Satoru didn't even try to hide a big dopey grin that screamed "I just got laid by the most gorgeous woman in the world". You elbowed him. Hard. His smile got even wider, so you sent him to help Maki with their suitcases.
"You know, I am so happy for you." You gave Nobara a cup of scorching latte, just the way she preferred. Her lips curled into an amusing yet soft grin. "No, really. You both look radiant."
She laughed heartily, nodding in gratitude; however, her gaze was fixed on your front yard. You followed the direction and chuckled as well, seeing Satoru and Maki trying to coax Nobara's cat — a fluffy, totally spoilt Persian named Lady — out of the carrier. She only hissed in response.
"Yeah. Me too. She's…I don't know how to explain it. But I am so happy she agreed to move here. The same is for you, by the way. Provence does wonders for both of you. Even Gojo."
You rested your elbows on the table with a melancholic sigh. Yes, the start of your journey in France was quite turbulent: a total mess with language, documents, fighting with landlords over the rent, and taking up any gigs for money…It only helped that you had some of it saved. Endless hours of work, tears and efforts poured into building your new life finally got its fruits: at one of the fashion shows, Nobara introduced you to the famous photographer, who instantly fell in love with your works. And Satoru…
"Phew, finally," the front door opened, revealing beaming Satoru with Lady in his arms, who…purred in content. Nobara's eyes widened in shock.
"Lady, what? He's a man! Have some dignity!"
"Can't help it if I am that charming," he scratched the kitty under her chin. "Even cats know that."
"That's, unfortunately, true." You squeaked in delight at Maki's tired voice and jumped into her arms. After a few solid minutes of hugging, you finally released her as she begged you to show her the bathroom.
"So, Gojo," Nobara drawled in a voice too casual. Satoru exchanged brief yet pointed glances with you. Lady cracked one eye open and yawned, staring at her catmom. "Do you have, by any chance, some calissons left?"
In Nobara's language, that meant she had been dying to taste them, but she would never admit it to Satoru. "Don't tell him, or his ego would grow even bigger!"
So you just happened to drop that you wanted to have those candies, and of course, Satoru whipped some up: they just waited to be baked. Judging by his cocky smirk, he already figured both of you out.
"Why do you call me Gojo? She's a Gojo too, you know?" The oven beeped a couple of times when Satoru put the tray with callisons inside. Nobara only rolled her eyes and hugged you with a grin.
And Satoru once decided to try his hand at the things that he loved the most in the world (after you, of course): sweets. In particular, pastries. To put it concisely, baking. It took a lot, a lot of time and years of learning in culinary academies under the guidance of chiefs, before he could finally name himself the one.
Marseille greeted you with arms open, the fresh scent of pastries lingering in the air, mesmerising views and the centuries of history ingrained in its walls. You left Paris after you realised it was high time to move forward, and since you mentioned a couple of times that you wanted to live in Provence for some time, Satoru started to look for a home and a place for his own bakery. His own thing. That he built only by himself, with no family barking and ordering him around. He and you. And Satoru could've never been happier for it.
You indeed had never made it easy for him. But now, seeing you laugh with your friends, among the paintings, with the sun casting a soft, almost amber glow on your figure, Satoru realised he would rather have things difficult with you than easy with anyone else. Because you were worth it.
Hear ye, hear ye, good folk of this fair township! The closing of the month doth now approach, and the esteemed Goddess shall thus unveil the fruits of her contemplation and scribing, garnered over the course of the past thirty moons. Prepare yourselves, I pray, for a scroll filled with tales most blessed and joyous that this entire region hitherto has had the fortune to witness!
liah's most beloved ones
── 𖤐 everything the goddess has written
001. A giver of life 𖤐 Prometheus!Higuruma x Hecate!Reader]
002 Three chapters for Loving you was really hard 𖤐 Yandere!Satosugu x Reader 𖤐 series
003. Last chapter for Dear diary, what a mess! 𖤐 Nanami x Reader 𖤐 inspired by Bridget Jones
004. She's my collar 𖤐 Hades!Sukuna x Persephone!Reader
005. My rifle, pony and her 𖤐 Outlaw!Femjo x Prositute!Reader
006. Wizard!Suguru x Witch!Reader
007. When the sea calls 𖤐 Sailor!Choso x Siren!Reader
── 𖤐 chosen by the crows [may favourites]
001. Where the winds find you by @indom-itus 𖤐 Wind Deity!Satoru x Warrior Princess!Reader 𖤐 This one's based on a Filipino tale, and let me tell you – it was amazing! Nico wrote it for my 3k event, and I read it with a swelling heart and kicking feet. I love, love, love reading about other cultures and folklore, so it really deserves all the love!
002. Lovers between seasons by @nyxiedreams 𖤐 Bunny Hybrid!Gojo x Bear Hybrid!Reader 𖤐 Finally, a story where the reader is anything but a bunny or a deer. Loved the plot, the slowly unravelling relationship, and the whole dynamic shift, in which the reader is presented as the stronger partner in a relationship.
003. Hit my phone by @hotties4gojo 𖤐 Gf!Yuki x Reader 𖤐 I need to get sedated while reading all of Aisha's wlw fics because, honestly, what the hell! Their writing is always so dreamy, so scrumptious, and truly amazing!
004. Geto knows best! by @indiewritesxoxo 𖤐 Yandere!Geto x Rapunzel!Reader 𖤐 Indie cannot go wrong with her yandere stories, and this one, good heavens, made me foam at the mouth. The concept is so fun, and I love Rapunzel, so... yep. Geto can just lock me in a tower.
005. Under the moonlight by @6x-x9 𖤐 Gojo x La Diablesse!Reader 𖤐 Anna deserves hundreds of thousands of followers because her writing is incredibly good! This story was posted for my 3k event, and oh my god, it’s so interesting! She writes so vividly and beautifully that I can't find the words to describe it differently.
006. Choose a struggle by @sozila 𖤐 Boyfriend!Sukuna x F!Reader 𖤐 I loved the road trip concept and Sukuna being just a menace. Also, hate fucking in a truck? Mwah, amazing. Such a fun story, and I remember reading it with giggles, hihi.
007. Girls eat it best by @moviecritc 𖤐 AOT women eating you out 𖤐 Listen, I was never a die-hard fan of AOT, but I will read anything wlw written by Nora. It's THAT serious.
008. Plumber Pair Gets Their Pipes Drained by @macbethinchains 𖤐 Plumber!Sukuna x F!Reader x Plumber!Gojo 𖤐 We all know where it's going... and I loved every second of this filth. Recommend reading in the evenings...
009. Daughter of the Faith, Son of the Night by @milkysea-02 𖤐 Vampire-Cowboy!Sukuna x Preacher's Daugher Reader 𖤐 Okay, I need all of you to follow Sneaky's account, because HEAR ME OUT! It's literally a treasure trove. The stories are so creative (I absolutely loved the Silent Hill one) and such a breath of fresh air compared with the generic tropes we usually see. Don't get me wrong, I love everything writers create, but Sneaky has a splendid mind and an even better style, so I need to spread the gospel and invite all of you to their profile.
010. Gojo fucks his crush (who has a crush on his best friend) by @bearlovestea 𖤐 Gojo x Reader 𖤐 Do I have to say more? The reader has a crush on Geto, but he's a jerk, so she fucks with his best friend, who's obsessed with her. A delicious classic, I loved and enjoyed every second of this fic!
011. Backseat serenade by @jazzthatonewriterchick 𖤐 Country Star!Gojo x Ex-GF MILF!Reader 𖤐 Jazz has me in a chokehold with her fic, and I'm so obsessed with the way she writes. So detailed, flowy, I literally eat them up! Everyone, go and check out the masterlist dedicated to Southern!JJK Men x Southern Belle!Reader. I need to read the Choso one, omg...
012. Drink, dance and be damend by @honeyoftheisle 𖤐 Toji x Reader 𖤐 Again, one of those writers with an incredibly creative mind who always uploads amazing fics! Before, Daphne was posting under a different username, and she moved her works to this account. And this series? Oh god! It's still only one chapter, but the mix of post-war New York and the tragic love story of a woman and ex-soldier... YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
013. A thousand ships by @sukunahs 𖤐 Paris!Gojo x Helen of Troy!Reader 𖤐 Okay, this one wasn't written in May, but I don't care because I'm obligated to spread mythology-fics propaganda and share all of them with you. I discovered Iris's account recently and am binge-reading all of her mythology-based stories. Go check them out, because she's doing such a wonderful job! This one was so heartbreaking, I literally don't wanna talk about it...
014. Not so tough now, are you? by @yoonsucks 𖤐 TrueForm!Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader 𖤐 Yoonie writes, and I eat, it's simple. I love whimpering Sukuna, it almost makes me believe that God is real. Her stories are always so fun and engaging, and make me laugh so hard sometimes (this one fic with Toji, you'll always be missed).
015. Roommates with benefits by @6x-x9 𖤐 Choso x F!Reader 𖤐 Good job, Ana, you deserve to be twice on this list, because I get off to your fics.
016. From chimney to pillows by @satorusdreamer 𖤐 Santa Claus!Gojo x Tooth Fairy!Reader 𖤐 Do you truly need more convincing? Santa Gojo and Fairy Reader – absolutely amazing and such a random mix-up! The story was super cute, and I ate it at 8 a.m., right after waking up, lmao. Quite a heartwarming start to the day indeed, and now I need 10 chapters with pure fluff!
This month was surprisingly Greek themed, I'm so done. We're going back to Ancient Egypt with a short stop in space and maybe, finally, we'll see Hades!Choso (it's been sitting in my drafts so long...)
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
Pairing: OF Girl!Femjo x Camgirl!Reader (ft. BF!Nerdjo)
Synopsis: Your nerdy boyfriend Satoru has always been very supportive of your camgirl business, but ever since he started summer courses, he has become unavailable. Especially when it comes to sex. What happens when his twin sister gets sick of watching you suffer at the hands of her idiot brother and decides to take matters into her own hands? By helping you make content, of course!
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Modern/College AU; No Curse AU; Gojo Twins AU; BF!Nerdjo x GF!Reader; Sex Worker!Reader x Sex Worker!Femjo; Coercion; Sex on Camera; Girl on Girl; Voyeurism; Sex w/ Toys; Strap-On; 69ing; Tongue & Nipple Piercings; Cheating; Spanking; Pussy Smacks; Dom!Femjo x sub!Reader; Riding; Mating Press; Reader Cums 2x; Caught by BF!Nerdjo (oopsies)
Word Count: 6.7k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: A VERY HAPPY PRIDE TO ALL MY LGBTQ MOOTS, WRITERS & READERS!!! 🌈🌈🌈 I hope y'all enjoy this one! I've been consuming Femjo fics for a week now & had to write something about it. That concept is just too fucking hot 😮💨😮💨 maybe I'll do a Fem!SatoSugu one next??? -love, Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @angeliicide!
Song · 2025 · Duration 2:33
You blink up at the white-haired bombshell standing in front of you in nothing but a blue bikini and cut-off shorts after lounging by her pool.
You try not to stare at her perfect tits glistening with suntan oil or her perfectly muscular legs or her perfectly flat, toned stomach and everything that's perfect, perfect, perfect on her. Because she's also your boyfriend's twin sister.
"You…wanna help me with my porn? By fucking me on camera?" you carefully ask, making sure that you're not hallucinating or you didn't mishear her.
Your man's twin sibling rolls her blue eyes at you as if what you just said was so utterly stupid. "No, ya dummy! Weren’t you even listenin’ to me? I said I’d record your video for your horn-dog fans since my stupid ass brother won’t."
She stands over you with her iPhone while you sit on her bed covered in a hot pink comforter, very confused and very naked under your pink robe. "You're gonna help me record...with that?" You point at the very thick 9 1/2-inch dildo sitting at the foot of the bed.
She nods, grinning those perfectly white teeth at you, like this plan isn't totally fucking insane. "Yeah! Don’t worry, I’ll just act like I'm fucking you and never go inside…without your permission. If ya want me to fuck you with it, I can—"
"No, no, are you crazy?!" you scoff, tightening the rope around your body. "That’s called cheating, Suki ! I’m dating your twin brother!"
Suki Gojo, who has always been able to get whatever she wanted with one flip of her long, white hair and bat of her blue eyes, gives you a sour face. "Duh. I know that, dummy. But if you want it to seem real, I’m just sayin’—"
"Stop talking. It’s bad enough you even came in Satoru's bedroom while I was about to record. So embarrassing."
Once Satoru, your longtime boyfriend, had left to go to class and left you to your own devices as he usually did since he gave you a key to his place, you figured that you'd stay and record a custom paid video for your page since you didn't feel like going back to your dorm to do it.
Now you're glad you didn't because Suki's set-up is a lot better than yours: special lights to turn the room shades of pink, red, and purple; stuffed animals set up on the bed; a tripod facing a backdrop where she takes her sexy photos for her fans, her many wigs and costumes seen hanging up on hooks.
You're just not overjoyed that she decided to walk in on you while you were in Satoru's bedroom about to play with one of your trusty dildos for the video, your legs spread in front of your phone sat against the pillows. "Oh, would you pipe down with that?" she tuts. "I’ve seen pussy before, silly! And you’re talkin’ to a pro OF girl."
She gives you a wink that you pretend doesn't make her stomach flip flop. Suki's attractiveness is a thorn in your side, but it's a given since she's a Gojo. Her and Satoru are by far the finest people on your university's campus, but total opposites. While Suki is out-going and the life of the party (and quite the girl to get around), Satoru is quite, reserved, and extremely nerdy.
Suki has tried to hook you before with her pretty smile and flirty talk, but in the end, Satoru was the one to charm you. But that doesn't mean Suki has stopped her flirting. She hasn't tried anything with you, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about your boyfriend's sister.
"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that I’m dating your brother," you firmly say, scowling up at her. Suki sighs, crossing her arms over her chest, squishing her tits together. "Oh, yes…my brother who won’t fuck his pretty cam girl GF on camera for her followers and help her rack up more money. No support."
"That’s not true! Satoru is VERY supportive of my camming business!" you protest. But even as you say it, deep down, you don't feel like it's quite true. Especially lately.
Ever since you revealed to your boyfriend your camgirl side hustle on top of your main job at a cafè where you two met, Satoru has shown to be an accepting boyfriend. He even lets you record in his room when he isn't here, turned on by the idea of you playing with yourself in his bed.
Satoru has proven himself to be a freak underneath the glasses and smart talk which is why you figured recording your custom video with him wouldn't be too farfetched. He's always loved that freaky shit, including watching your videos, so he wouldn't be too disturbed by helping you record a video of you getting fucked on his fat dick without showing his face, right?
Turns out he was. "I-I don’t know about this, Y/N. I mean, everyone would see my penis!"
He sat beside you on the edge of his bed, shirtless and in his Spiderman boxers. You sat next to him in your hot red bikini, smelling of suntan oil and sunscreen. Suki invited you over for a dip in the pool, but while she lounged outside, you took that advantage to sneak away with Satoru for some "fun".
"Only people who can afford to pay for the video. You’ve fucked me on camera before, haven’t you?" Satoru blushed at the mention of the many times you've recorded you two fucking on his phone, but only for his private file.
"Yeah, but those are private! I never posted them! Not to mention that you’re doing this for a bunch of guys." He scowled behind his glasses at the idea.
"Not true," you argued, "I’ve got female fans too and they wanna see you fuck me too!" Your fans are all aware that you are taken, but many of them are so fucking freaky that they love the idea of Satoru fucking you on camera for them. It hasn't happened in a livestream (yet), but you figured a video couldn't hurt.
Plus, it would finally help you possibly break into the top five list of cam girls. The way you've been trying to do for months now!
But judging by Satoru's disturbed expression and discomfort, you knew that wasn't going to happen. "I just…I don’t like the idea. Can’t we just make love like normal?"
Now it was your turn to give him a scowl. "When? How? We haven’t had sex in weeks! Not since you started taking more classes." Though it was the fun, Satoru has started taking classes to get a headstart on credits for next year on top of his paid internship at a science lab.
Your man is a very busy bee and though you're happy for him, you're not exactly ecstastic that his plans have cost you your sex life. He turned to you then, looking irritated behind his glasses. "And you think fucking on camera is gonna help with that?"
You ignored the edge in his tone and the sting in your chest. "I think we need to find some solutions to keep the sex between us. You said yourself that you like the idea of people watching us fuck!”
But your boyfriend shook his head, standing up and pulling on his pants before you could wrap your arms around him like you wanted to. It stung even worse. “I just...can’t. It’s too weird for me. I’m not a cam boy.” He turned to you as he pulled on his Talk Nerdy To Me shirt. “I gotta go to class soon. Be here when I get back?”
You didn't even reply; just gave him a nod and pulled your robe on while you sat there, trying not to simmer with irritation or cry. But it was quite hard. When Satoru finally left, you took matters into your own hands and set up your phone to record.
You took off your robe, stripped off your bikini, and got your 6-inch dildo out that you planned to use with your boyfriend for foreplay. Now that that plan went down the fucking drain, you pressed record and used it on yourself, teasing your body with the toy and some coconut oil to make your skin nice, slick, and shiny.
You moaned as you teased yourself, the feeling of the toy gliding against your skin. You were just gliding it down between your thighs as your eyes fluttered shut, still hyper aware of you being on video...but not being watched.
You just barely had the you against your pussy before you were rudely interrupted. “My, what a performance! You sounded so sexy, babe.”
You opened your eyes and stared into blue ones by the door. Suki stood there, arms crossed and smirking in her bikini and sunglasses. “Jesus, Suki!" you shrieked, tossing the toy away and closing your robe. "W-What are you doing?!”
Suki smirked, stepping into her brother's room without being invted in. “I was worried you were sick or somethin’ Makin’ all that noise. Now I see that I was wrong.” She took off her shades and her blue eyes rolled over your body, making you feel hot enough to need a cool dip in the pool. “I heard everything. If he won’t help you make your video, I’d be more than happy to take his place.”
You blinked at her, sure that you misheard her, but her suggestive, glossy smirk said otherwise. “W-What?! What the fuck are you talking about?!”
Suki snorted, hanging her shades off of her cut-off shorts. “Relaaaax, cutie! I meant helping you film! You’ve got the top OF girl in the business lookin’ right atcha! So why the hell not?”
And Suki was right: she is the top OnlyFans model on the site. Having been doing it for six years, Suki Gojo has proven to be the apple of all of the horny community's eye with her long, flowing hair, perfectly toned body, sexy moans, and cocky yet sexy personality.
So you agreed to take her 'offer', leading to being in her bedroom now while your boyfriend is out of the house. But all you want is for her to help you with your content. NOTHING MORE. “All I want is to get in the top five," you firmly tell her. "If you’re gonna talk bad about my boyfriend and not help me out, I'll just leave."
You size her up with a steely stare while she stares back, looking taken aback at your seriousness. “Jeez, fine. You’re lucky you’re hot when you get all feisty.” She smirks as you pick up the 9-inch dildo that she convinced you to use.
You try not to think about her using it on herself while you hold it, gulping hard at its thickness. You're sure she's also used it on her collab partners, having seen a few videos of her fucking pretty girls into the bed with her strap...accidentally, of course.
Suki takes her phone and holds it horzontically as she adjusts it on her tripod. She convinced you that her phone camera was much clearer to record you with. "Lie on the bed just like that," she instructs you as you lay on your butt against her Kuromi and cherry-shaped pillows. "Maybe widen your thighs a bit more.”
You do so, your face hot and skin prickly as she watches you spread your legs, glad that your bikini bottoms are there as cover. Your tits aren't as lucky, nearly spilling out from out of your robe. "And….action!” Suki announces before she presses record.
As soon as you hear that little ding of the play button, you plaster on a seductive smile and stare dead at Suki's phone. Not at her. “Hi, guys. Thank you for clicking on this little video. So you’re here to watch me get fucked on a fat dick, huh?”
You take the dildo and start to peel your bottoms aside, but Suki stops the recording.“No, no, no!” she tuts. “That’s too much too soon! Ease into it. Tease ‘em.”
You scowl at her, confused and irritated that she ruined your first cut. “Okay…how?”
Suki smirks, happy to show you her expertise like you're her new student “You should save the dildo for after you do your little intro. Then take it out…slowly tease your body…and then give ‘em what they want. Try again."
Though you roll your eyes, you do as she instructs, saying your little slutty intro before you slowly take the dildo out and tease yourself with it. You stroke down your neck and the valley of your breasts; between your tits; over your stomach and thighs. Then you finally begin to rub it against you over your bottoms, still teasing, still nervous from Suki's laser hot gaze on you.
You aren't usually bothered by anyone's eyes on you. As a camgirl, you have to be comfortable with being watched. But Suki's ocean-blue eyes are just too electric. Too molten. Too hot as they cut into you, switching between you and her phone to record you. “You know, this would do you numbers if you live-streamed it. Especially if we collabed.”
Her words stump you, making you stop with the dildo head just pressed against your fabric-covered slit. “I…never thought about it.” Collab? With her? Suki smiles, the perfection of it making you flush. “Don’t worry about it, babes! Good thing I’m here to teach you the ways of how to be a great cam slut.”
She gives you another wink before pausing the video and running to get her laptop from under her bed. Once she gets it, she plops down with you and brings up your website so you can log in. “Get that livestream goin’ and I’ll show you. It’s all about seduction.”
You want to tell her you know all about seduction since you make people horny for a living, but you decide not to. Instead, you log into your account and bring up a livestream while Suki begins to strip right in front of you. You make the mistake of sneaking a glance at her as she slides her shorts down her long legs, so tan and toned.
She reveals the diamond stud in her belly button and her toned stomach slick with suntan oil. When you realize she's wearing a thong to match her bikini top, you nearly have a heart attack. Why must her ass be so damn perfect?!
Realizing you're watching, she smirks as she flings her shorts away. “See somethin’ you like?” she purrs. You say nothing, opting instead to pass her the laptop. She knowingly giggles and fires up the livestream, noticing that you are at #7. Not bad, but could be better.
“In 3…2…1…”
Ding!
Suddenly, you are staring at yourself and Suki on camera with the amount of "cherries" or tips sent to you on the righthand side. On the left are your viewers, ranging from regulars to new visitors. Suki smirks those glossy, pink lips as her eyes tick up at the top of the screen to read the number of viewers watching.
"Hm. Well, that’s a lot of fuckin’ perverts out there watchin’ this stream! Hello to 68 viewers! Let’s see if we can up that number; it’s still early."
Takada'sHubbyTodo: Holy shit, is that Suki??!!
Suki giggles at the comment along with the slew of comments that follow after at the appearance of the top OF girl. "Yes, it is, babes. And I’m here with my very good, sexy friend Y/N to bring her a little up in her followers. Come here, cutie. Say hi."
She holds a hand out to you and coaxes you to squeeze in closer, her arm wrapped tight around you. "Hi, everyone. Thanks for clicking in to see us."
Suki shakes her head, tsking. "No…to see you. ‘Cause you’re gonna get fucked on a nice, fat dick today!" She gives the camera a wink before she shows them the 9-inch dildo, leading to a slew of comments and hearts speeding across the screen.
"But first, we’ve gotta getcha wet, don’t we?" she whispers in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. "If you wanna see that pretty, wet pussy take a nice toy in it, give us some cherries!" she coos to the viewers before her hand finds your cheek and she leans in.
You flinch away, utterly confused. "Stop! What are you doing?!" Suki rolls her sapphire eyes, like you're the one being difficult. "It’s just acting, babe. C’mon, your viewers would love to see two hot girls kissing."
She scoots a little closer to you, the scent of chlorine, sun, suntan oil, and a juicy, coconutty scent on her skin. "It’s just pretend," she murmurs. "He’ll never know."
You have no time to think about it. No time to decide. All you know is that this is a very bad idea and how yummy Suki's lips look staring back at you. And so you start kissing. Just as you suspected, Suki is a dangerous kisser.
Her lips are soft as pillows and addictive, hooking you with her claws as she drag you in with her soft "mmm"s that go straight to your pussy, making you tingle. She is slow, seductive, and intentional, her pierced tongue tasting of strawberry and vodka Kool-Aid as she gives you an extra sloppy French kiss for the followers. “Mmm, you taste so good. Like sugar. I wanna taste more.”
Then her hands are on your ass, squeezing it in her fingers. You finally snap out of it and pull away, panting. “Suki, wait." The twin just smirks, her eyes hooded and her pierced nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini cups. "Fine. I’ll connect my phone and I'll get you another toy."
She ends up getting you one of her many rose toys, pink and charged with about five different settings. After you position yourself with your thighs spread and robe halfway open to expose your soft tits to the viewers, Suki connects her phone to the laptop and records you, letting the viewers get a good shot of your body from Suki's position hovering over you.
She is damn near straddling you, making you embarrassingly wet. As you look up into the camera, you get a good view of her stomach leading up towards her soft, perfect tits, her skin so supple and addictive.
Pushing your nerves aside, you turn the rose on and use it on the lowest setting, though it's enough to make you feel stimulated. Each buzz and vibration from the toy against your pussy makes you moan and hum in pleasure, your bottoms becoming sticky.
Suki giggles above you, watching you. “Oooo, she’s awfully wet now, pervs. I bet that dildo or my strap would fit quite nicely in her, don’t ya think, sweets?”
Her dirty suggestion makes you a lot more soaked than you care to admit. “Cut it out,” you whisper, glaring up at her. Suki keeps smiling, oh-so knowing and oh-so seductive, reveling in her power over you. “Awww, you gettin’ flustered, babes? Your poor little pussy is too. Give her some relief, would ya?”
Despite your blushingly hot cheeks, your arousal wins and you let her pull your bottoms aside to expose your pussy. Soaked, glistening, and puffy for her. "Fuck, baby," she sighs. "You've got the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."
You try not to let her praise get to you as you turn the toy up and press it against your clit. Each vibration pulls a moan and a gasp out of you, your painted toes curling and your legs shaking, the buzzing of the toy drifting in the air. “Good girl,” Suki purrs. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
You're shocked you can barely speak; you feel tongue-tied and your brain feels empty. “A-Ah…yeah.”
Suki giggles, sexy and soft. “I bet my tongue could make you feel a lot better, buuuut you just keep playin’ with me. It would get you a lot more viewership.” You shoot her a glare, silently warning her, but she just cackles, finding your resistance so amusing. “C’mon now, sweets. Don’t be so prissy. I’m known to make a gal cum.”
Suddenly, one hand is holding her phone while the other is teasing one of your tits through your robe. "Suki, no," you weakly protest, softly moaning from her touch.
Then she's ripping your robe open to reveal each of your tits, soft and shining with suntain oil. She begins to tweak each hard nipple, humming at the sounds you make. "Those are some pretty noises you're makin', sweets," she purrs. "Keep 'em up."
“Stop!” you moan. “I-I can’t focus! Oh, fuuuuck…” Your eyes roll back at the explosion of pleasure as she pinches your nipples combined with the buzzing of the toy. Your mouth falls open in a silent O, reaching a euphoric state, as your pussy gushes around the buzzing rose.
“Mmm, my, that’s a pretty expression ya got there," Suki purrs. "Has my brother ever seen ya like this?” You don't answer, too busy drowning in the pleasure she is giving you. Satoru has never made you feel this amazing...and that's so dangerous.
You then hear a familiar tinkle sound then and weakly open your eyes to look at the laptop. “Look, babes! You got a hit of 200 cherries!” Suki announces, showing you the screen. Sure enough, you see that one of your regulars has given you a tip (200 cherries is equivilant to $20, but it ups your number on the top camgirls' list).
LookuitsSugu: You two should taste each other…for science.
"Oooo, listen, babes!" Suki giggles. "Sugu here thinks that we should 69 right here for him. Well, since we got so many more viewers, maybe we should. What you do think, chat?" She turns to you with a sultry smile as the chat explodes with hearts and all kinds of dirty emojis.
"But, Suki—"
"It's just for the camera, sweets, don't worry," she cuts in, comfortingly stroking your cheek. "Anything to get you to the top, right? You'll be sooo popular after this!"
Though you know deep down you should refuse and leave the room ASAP, the idea of finally climbing the latter of the camming world is more tempting than you can amdit. You'll kick yourself for this later though. "Just this once," you whisper.
Suki draws an X over her chest, right above her perfectly soft, bouncy tits. "Cross my heart. Now have you eaten a girl out before?" You avert your eyes, keeping quiet. She reads your silence immediately and giggles. "Ohhh, first timer, eh?" she chuckles. "I've gotchu, girl. Just pay close attention and follow my lead."
Suddenly, she is stripping off her bikini and leaving herself totally naked for you and your fans. Just like a man pumped with horniness, your eyes are drawn to her supple, perky tits, her pink nipples pierced with silver balls. You drink in her abs and belly button ring; her toned yet soft thighs; the landing strip of white curls with the rest a bare Brazilian leading down to her gorgeous, wet pussy. Soft. Pink. Absolutely perfect, just like her.
And she comes with a pretty silver stud glittering at the tip of her clit. A fucking clit piercing. How much sexier than this woman get?!
Then, you lose your head because Suki suddenly ends up on top of you and you end up below her, each one of you sucking on each other's pussies. She coaxes you to move your tongue just the way she likes, earning her luscious moans and dripping honey as rewards. "Nice, right?" she giggles. "This one here ain't too bad either."
SMACK!
She smacks your pussy, making you moan up into hers so she gives you a moan right back. "Such a good, sweet girl. I'm gonna really enjoy tongue-fucking you, babes."
And while your fans watch the scene unfold, with Suki's ass facing them while you've got your tongue in her cunt, she dives between your thighs and proceeds to give you the best head that you've ever had in your life. Her hot tongue combined with the cold metal of her tongue piercing sends you careening into blinding, hot bliss.
You forget all about Satoru and the livestream as you grind up into her mouth, tingles and sparks of pleasure exploding in your core. "A-Ah! Oh, f-fuck, Suki!" you whine into her dripping cunt, your words muffled by her puffy pussy lips in your face. "Y-You...oh, fuck yes, like that! Just like that!"
"Like this?" she teases. "You like it like this?" She continues to alternate between sucking on your clit and tongue-fucking your pussy, her nose swiping against your clit and her fingers toy with your inner thighs. "Mmm, fuck, you're so wet. At this rate, you'll fuck up the sheets, cutie."
Through the haze of your pleasure and the sounds of her tongue sloshing in your wetness, you hear the sounds of new tips and comments coming through.
Nanamin Sent 500+ cherries ($50)!
TojiWitTheBigDicc Sent $15!
TojiWitTheBigDicc: Make that pretty cam girl cum and I'll send more.
Suki pauses for a moment and sits up to turn around and read the message, still rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers. "Toji sent $15 and wants me to make you cum," she giggles. "Maybe if he sends us $20. C'mooon, Toji, we know you got it in that wallet."
Kuna-In-His-Truest-Form: No he don't. That man is broke af.
TojiWitTheBigDicc: i got a kid to take care of asshole. Worry bout your shrimp dick lil bitch
EenieMeenieIno: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING LMAOOO
"Now, now, chat! Don't fight!" Suki giggles, wagging a long, silvery-purple acrylic finger at the screen. "Just send us more cherries and I'll make this pretty girl cum her fuckin' brains out on camera."
SMACK!
She gives your pussy another harsh smack before she picks up the rose toy and turns it on to the fourth setting. You stare at her, wondering if she's the Devil incarnated, as she smiles down at you. "Time to give these bastards a show. I wonder if you know how to squirt."
The glint in her eye is downright evil as she presss the vibrating toy to your clit as she starts back up with tongue-fucking your soaked pussy, the dripping, sloshing, embarrassingly wet sounds picked up by her laptop's impressive speakers. Your moans grow loud and slutty, bouncing off of the walls as you speed closer and closer to your peak.
"A-ah, shit, yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Suki, m'gonna cum soon!" You reach up to grip Suki's long locks as she takes you over the edge, making your eyes roll back and your back arch.
"Yeah? All over my tongue and this rose, right?" she pants into your pussy. "You're givin' me so much, sweets. This pussy is practically cryin' for me." She coos into your pussy in a way that makes you whimper, tears pricking your lash line, as you soar up, up, up through the ceiling.
The sloppiest, sluttiest slurping sounds escape Suki's mouth as she continues to give you the pussy-eating of your life, making you trickle down to your asscrack and stain the pink comforter beneath you. "Go on, baby, cum," she purrs. "Make your fans happy. Make me so, so proud of you."
After a few more strokes of her talented tongue and buzzes from the toy, you can't help but cum. You don't have a choice. Like a balloon expanding with too much air, you feel the pressure build and finally combust. "Oh, fuck!" you yelp as you cream all over the silvery-haired girl's pierced tongue. Long, loud moans and whimpers escape you as you cum all over Suki's lips and tongue, coating them in your sweet cream.
Suki licks and slurps it all up, humming in satisfaction at your taste. With every lash of her tongue, a sob bubbles in your chest, the pleasure damn near agonizing. When the intense high of your orgasm fades, you slump into the mattress while Suki sits up, still straddling you with her pussy. "That's a good girl," she sighs. "God, you're so sweet. My dickhead brother is sooo fuckin' lucky."
She then slides off of you, taking her pretty, pink pussy with her, and twists around to kneel before you. "Taste yourself," she demands and shoves her tongue in your mouth. You moan as you kiss her back, hot and heavy, your cum still on her lips. You taste so good coming off of her.
Ding, ding ding! The sounds of new tips, viewers, and comments explode from Suki's laptop where the livestream is still going. You nearly forgot about it.
"There goes those views, babes!" she giggles. "You think you still up for takin' some dick?" She strokes a hand down to your thigh, squeezing it. The mere touch alone makes you twitch. "I-I...yeah...just give me a sec."
But you'll need more than a "sec". You'll need a whole hour to recuperate from that mindblowing pussy-eating session. You feel tingly and satisfied yet exhausted and heavy, your limbs practically jelly.
Suki chuckles at you, cocky and satisfied with your exhausted reaction. "Awww, poor baby can't even move," she coos, leaning down to kiss your tummy. "Relax, doll. I'll help ya out no problem."
She then scoots to the end of the bed and grabs the 9-inch dildo and some lube. She coats it in the substance, rubbing it from base to tip. Then she comes back over to you, those tits bouncing and that hair like in a magazine. "Up you go!" she exclaims before she scoops you up and places you on her lap, the both of you facing the latoptop. "W-What are you doing?" you murmur, confused.
"Just helpin' you fuck yourself with this toy," she purrs. She then forces your thighs apart, emitting a gasp from you. "Just the toy, not my strap...but if you ever need somethin' fatter, I'll get it for ya."
She gives you a wink before she teases your sensitive, puffy pussy with the dildo and then slooooowly pushes it against your entrance. This is wrong. You are supposed to do this, not her! "N-No," you gasp out. "You don't—oooooh!"
Your protests fall short as Suki pushes the toy in purposely slow to hear your sweet gasps and salacious moans. After giving you a moment and continuing to fuck you slow and gentle, Suki speeds up, pumping the pink, silicon dick in and out, in and out, out of your pussy for the entire world to see.
Because you're now at 500+ viewers.
"Ha...ha...oh, my God! Y-You...oh, Suki, ah! You're so d-deep!" Your words are practically slurred, combined with the wet sounds of the dildo fucking your dripping pussy off its hinges. Suki's lips are right by your ear, teasingly kissing and nibbling your earlobe. "And you're so wet. You take my—er, that dick so well, babes."
She pauses to place her free hand around you to play with your pussy lips, groaning when they come back sticky with your juices. She palces her fingers up to her lips and sucks, her eyes rolling back at your sweetness. "How my brother doesn't have you on lock and key is beyond me. You're just too damn hot."
She continues to fuck you better than her brother with just a toy, her hand technique, pacing, and pressure just the right amount to make you scream and moan for more, more, more. Suki grins at the camera, loving how you look with your legs spread wide and your pussy stretched on the toy. "What do ya think, chat? You like seein' your girl get her pussy stuffed by this fat dildo?"
TojiWitTheBigDick: She looks sooo fuckin hot...but she'd look better getting fucked by your strap
LookuitsSugu: Don't be scared Y/N. Suki would take good care of you
You read the comments at the same time as Suki and your eyes widen. Of course, these horny fucks would want to see that make you cheat! "Sounds like they want me to fuck you with the strap, babes," she chuckles. "Ya sure you don't want me to whip it out and take you right now?"
She cups your chin in her hand, forcing you to lean your head back and look at her."Ngh! N-No, don't! I-I can't!" you whimper, blinking away tears of pleasure as her thrusts grow slow yet deep, fucking your soul right out of your body.
"Hm...actually, I don't even need my strap. This toy is double-ended!" She sniggers as she shows you the end of the dildo where a tiny insertable head is. "Lucky for us, right? Now we can both give the audience a real show."
You're speechless. Boneless. You have no fight or protest left in your body due to being fucked out of your mind. So you let Yuki pull the toy out of you and adjust so the shorter tip is entering her. She whines as the boulbous tip pries back her puffy, pink lips, spreading them for you and the audience.
Then she wraps her arms around you and scoops you back up, placing you on top of you. "Up ya go!" she giggles. "Right here on my lap for the whole world to see! They wanna watch you bounce on that dick."
At some point, reality smacks you hard and you wiggle your hips, trying to get down, but you only rub your clit against hers, making her moan. "Suki, wait! You promised!"
Then there are no more protests as she slides you down on the toy cock, turning your worry and regret into explosive pleasure. Her moans mix with yours as she grasps your hips and begins bouncing you on top of her, making you ride the toy.
"Sorry, baby, but—oh, fuck—I just couldn't resist this pussy anymore. I need to fuck you till you cum all around my strap."
She lets you stay just like that for a moment, bouncing on the toy, your ass jiggling and smacking into her thighs as she takes handfuls of it, squeezing it to her hearts content.
Then, suddenly, you're on your back with your legs split wide and her straddling you in mating press. She bends your knees and pushes them up to her hips as she begins to grind into you, pushing the toy against your G-spot. You gasp as you see stars, your nails digging into her shoulders.
"Do you like takin' my cock, sweets?" she huffs. "You love gettin' fucked by your boyfriend's hot sister?" Her long hair cascades down to tickkle your face as she rides you like she stole you, the toy pushing into both of your soaked pussies. "Suki, ah! P-Please!" you whine, your thighs twitching and head growing empty.
Suki just chuckles, leanign up to give you a molten hot look, her blue eyes glistening and cheeks flushed with pink. "Uh-uh, babes. Tell the—ah, yes!—t-the audience how much you loooove my strap in you. Tell 'em all about how much you l-love takin' this dick."
She places a hand around your throat, her silvery-purple nails digging into your skin. You gasp at the tighteness around your neck, somehow growing even wetter from it, causing the toy to go in deeper.
"Say it or you don't cum," she growls in your ear. "C'mon, you don't wanna disappoint your fans, do you? Or me?" Her thrusts get harder, faster, her hips going plap-plap-plap as they smack against yours. The more she fucks you, the more you melt into the bed. Into her touch.
You forget all about Satoru and the livestream and making the top 5 list. None of it matters. Nothing but this girl and her amazing stroke game. "I...I...I fucking love it," you whimper between your kiss-swollen lips. "I love taking your strap. Love it when you fuck me into the bed like this!"
Suki gives you a dazzling smile and shares a sloppy kiss with you. "Mmm, that's my good, good girl. Now cum for me like a perfect slut should. C'mon, sweets, give me all of that pussy!"
Her moans grow louder as she fucks you into the bed, deep-dicking you, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while the other squeezes around your throat. The bed shakes with her grinding, squeaking in time with her thruts and your moans as you're brought over the edge again.
"S-Suki, m'cumming!" you slur. "I'm fucking cumming!" She places both hands on either side of your head before grinding down into your hips, making you gasp as your G-spot is hit. "Me too, babes," she moans. "Cum with me. Give it to me like that, baby, fuck!"
Her moans and grunts are fit for a porno as her orgasm hits and she finally cums all over the dildo. You cum right after her, your eyes blown wide and mouth agape as you cream aaaaaall over the toy dick, spilling your cum everywhere. On the comforter, on Suki's thighs and abs, on yourself. You make a creamy, sweet mess.
You shake and tremble like an autumn leaf as your orgasm continues to roll through you like a tidalwave, sending you floating out to a sea of bliss. When it finally ebbs, you are still softly moaning and hiccuping, your body quaking as the aftershocks hit.
Suki holds you close, pressing your face into her tits. "S'okay, sweetie, I'm here. Just ride it out. I know it's good." She rocks into you, riding your orgasm wave with you, the both of you sharing a kiss full of heavy breaths and pants.
When your orgasm high finally fades like smoke in the air, you slump on your back on the bed, sweaty, exhausted, and supremely fucked. But you don't know how fucked you are until Suki gently pulls the toy out of your quivering, puffy cunt and sucks your wetness off of the head for your fans' enjoyment.
"Well, that's it for today, folks! Thanks so much for tunin' in to us pretty sluts!" She gives a finger waggle to the laptop before picking up her phone to get a good view of your body slathered in sweat, your pussy dripping in cum. "Say bye bye to your fans, baby girl."
Weakly, you stare up at the screen and give a weak wave. "B-Bye," you softly stammer.
Click. Suki signs off and ends the livestream on the laptop before rising to get her fluffy robe from over her chair. "That was a real good stream, baby," she giggles, running a hand through her fucked-out white locks after pulling the robe on. "You did so well. I think your boyfriend thought so too, right, Satoru?"
Wait...Satoru?!
You sit up and suddenly, you find yourself staring right back at your boyfriend's face on a FT call on Yuki's laptop. He was watching the whole time?! How did you not know?!
"Satoru!" you gasp, horrified, trying in vain to cover yourself. "I-I can explain!"
But Satoru just stares, wide-eyed behind his glasses and mouth agape, his face a blush red. His eyes switch from you to his twin sister, rage filling him. "You...you...you fuckin' bitch!" he growls. "You always do this to me, Satoē! You're always fucking my girlfriends and stealing 'em away from me!"
But Yuki is totally unbothered, simply staring bored at her brother. "Well, I guess you're just gonna have to up your dickgame, bro," she chuckles. "Plus, I only did it 'cause you wouldn't. Now look: she's in the top five because of me."
And sure enough, you are. In another window opened on the camming site, you see the top five list; there you are at #3. All because of Suki. And the expense of your boyfriend.
The long-haired twin gives Satoru a wink and a finger waggle, agitating her brother even more. "Bye-bye for now, bro! I've gotta go take care of your girl after I just fucked her brains out. See ya later!"
i block ppl all the time so my blocklist ranges from "actual fucking asshole fascist" n "post that mildly annoyed me because im petty" and if i went thru my blocklist rn i probably would have no idea why i blocked each of them but whatever
yeah he’d love this and i’m doing lil hc style cus i wanna
⋆˙⟡ he’d love when you get all flustered in public and curl into his side and bury your head in his shoulder
⋆˙⟡ he’d tease you to no end just to see your eyes go wide and if he says something particularly nasty you whine so softly but he can see the way your thighs squish and how you press yourself against him
⋆˙⟡ takes you to parties and when the two of you are dancing he’ll grind himself against you until you’re panting and tugging on his arm
⋆˙⟡ loves to finger you cus then he can watch your face and talk you through it cus he knows how you get
“c’mon look at me, sweet baby. tell me how it feels, she’s squeezing around me and leaking all over my hand.”
“ha- hanta mmmf!” you turn your head to the side, grinding against his hand.
“uh-uh.” he tugs your chin to look at him.
and he’ll rub your sensitive clit at the same time and he watch every drop of pleasure run across your face
⋆˙⟡ eating you out bc he loves it of course but the sounds you make and the way you push his forehead away and smush your thighs around his head but the next second you’re tugging his hair and grinding your slick pussy across his face - the day you sit on his face he swears he’s ascended
⋆˙⟡ missionary or mating press !!!! he loves to watch your face and gets all fake pouty when you cover your face with your hands or arms as he’s fucking you
“‘s not fair baby, lemme see you.” “don’t be embarrassed i love when you leave that cute creamy ring round me, tells me you love me.”
he leans down and you peek at him.
“move these hands or i’m taping em to the headboard.”
⋆˙⟡ and he does tape your hands to the headboard when fucking !!
⋆˙⟡ and god he’ll tape up your ankles too and hold a vibrator right to your clit and watch you cum over and over, unable to hold back your moans, you’re his pretty girlfriend who he just loves to watch fall apart
🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 you think that katsuki bakugou cares too much. he obsesses over the little things. whether or not you've eaten, whether or not you're seeing someone else, whether or not you even like him. you can't understand why he cares so much about someone like you. after all, he isn't even your boyfriend. (6.2K)
🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ suggestive & angst ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, characters are depicted as adults. friends with benefits, brief smut scenes, daddy kink mention, situationships, insecurity, simp katsuki, avoidant attachment styles, reader and katsuki are bad at feelings, unhappy ending, open ending. pro hero katsuki bakugou, toxic avoidant & fem reader.
🏁 team radio ! ⋆ happy birthday to me!! sharing another fic for my bday bc it is my gift to you!! for all the memories n the love n awl!! this year its blasty boy, based on this post i made ages ago. been workin on this for a while and it felt so good to explore katsuki in this way!! there may be a part two lol. thank you so much as always! hope you all enjoy and click for more.
bakugou has always been good at sensing oncoming danger. no, he didn’t have a quirk for it and no, he didn’t have to train at it. he’s always just had a penchant for knowing when peril was prowling along the horizon, he thought quick on his feet and under pressure, his instincts were killer. there’s a reason why he’s the best at what he does. saving people, stopping threats.
but then, there’s you.
they’d call you a hero level threat if they knew you, a little more then personally. an enigma that sucks the good-hearted nature out of someone and turns them into something hollow. a villain by matters of the heart rather than that of society — although a string of failed relationships and an obvious lack of commitment would argue otherwise. katsuki never sees it coming, the fatal blow you land on him, the one that shatters his very vision of how love works.
he doesn’t expect to meet you through a friend of a friend and hit it off straight away, his walls crumbling down as if they were made from nothing but sand. a somber stooge to thrashing imperial shaded waves and saltine sea water. he doesn’t anticipate falling fast, hard enough to scrape his knees on shingly tarmac. abrasive on the palms of his hands. all this, even though dynamight has never tripped or lost his cool before.
you’re disarmingly funny, smart-mouthed when it counts but you’re dedicated to your craft and fiercely loyal to the people you care about. by all means, you’re the girl of his dreams, there’s not a day that goes by where you’re not the first thing on his mind after a gruelling patrol and meetings with the hero commission.
katsuki seeks you out like a blossom winding up to find the sun, desperate to spend free time with you — dates that aren’t really dates in places hidden away from prying public eyes. late nights that lead to your legs tangled at the short end of his couch, your cheek smooshed into his chest and a hand low the small of your back. heaviness there that doesn’t seem burdensome, natural.
the two of you are too far into the comfort zone after such a short time, he doesn’t even pick up on the blaring warning signs. the dating app notifications that still pop up on your phone, the way your head dips when he leans in a little too close to kiss you.
he doesn’t see it clearly enough, the dangerous thorns that wrap around you like the stems of a blood red rose. his friends know better, you’re the type of girl who drank the blood of her enemies and ate the bones of her past lovers, stripping them bare like a carcass lost in the wastelands. they know the map of bakugou’s being well, the subtle craving for attachment and endearment that lies behind walls of flesh, muscle and a hardened exterior made up of a bit of trauma with a dash of near death. for all his gruffness and grandeur, there is a human within katsuki bakugou. one who carnally craves the simple promise of forever with someone else.
those friends who pledge a lifetime by katsuki’s side aren’t enough to satisfy his appetite and yearning inner-ego, they know that, but still — they look out for him.
“oh, relationships? i don’t do those.” you’d laughed, then, waving a hand dismissively when mina corners you on the way into the dynamight agency. a favour. a good friend willing to ask what the other can’t.
her shoulders had risen in anxiety, treading carefully as the pink haired pro prodded and pried. “then what about katsuki?”
“what about him?” you quipped, tone clipped, unwilling to fall open to her investigation. katsuki’s friends weren’t yours by any means — you were new, fresh meat in their eyes that had somehow withstood of concerned childhood classmates. “we’re not dating. just messing around?”
mina’s expression soured then. “does he know that?”
“he should. he’s a grown man, i’m sure he knows what kind of relationship he can handle.”
“a situationship.”
“a friendship that comes with added benefits.” he recalls you supplying. quick to the punch and cold like ice.
katsuki stays long enough to hear mina give you the low down. katsuki bakugou doesn’t do casual, he doesn’t mess around — his heart only goes out to some and when it’s yours, you’re supposed to take care of it. mina gives you the chance to walk away, leave him be and you fail to take it. with that minacious sense of esurience you possess.
the first time you sleep together happens after your first fight. he wants something you can’t give him, permanence, the sturdiness that reminds one of an oak tree that’s grown proud and tall over time. katsuki wants something that lasts and his heart is set on you — someone who disappears into the rolling smoke and only exists for a split second, a momentary fraction of time like when the sun and moon meet for an eclipse. you’re evanescent, almost imaginary, fleeting like a nomad who never stays for too long.
he can’t have you. not in the way that he needs to feel stabilised.
everything blows up, when you tell him that. sitting on the other side of the bed, wearing his clothes, comfortable in his penthouse where your shoes ( an impressive collection of sneakers to high heels ) are lined up by the door and you’ve got a favourite mug on the top shelf of his kitchen cabinets where only he can reach. there’s a piece of you everywhere in bakugou’s home but not a single piece you can part with long enough for him to call you his own. the fight is full of rage and pent up frustration and a hurt that’s nearly incurable — katsuki should have made you leave right then and there, emotions rising like hot air above cool. with tears building behind his red eyes that burn brightly with fury, but he can’t because you’re so intertwined with his life, it’d be like having a lung missing if you’d gone.
it’s not love, it shouldn’t be — but his heart feels anchored to you even if it’s holding you back. you let him say it, that he loves you so much it could kill him in his youthful age. he loves you while pushing into you deep, chest rising and falling in tune with yours, much like a habit you’ve picked up from one another. he loves you with your legs hiked high on his shoulders, at the weight of his shaft pressed up against your sensitive walls with his teeth and tongue marking you like you belong to him. the sex that night had felt like a confession, a love letter written in hickies and scratch marks — penned and signed into your body by rough-padded fingertips that find your clit between rolling waves of trusts, hips that hit yours like the turning tide hits the shore.
in the moment, you reciprocated. sung his praises kike they were the lyrics to your favourite song, coated in wistfulness. howled his name, katsuki, at the moon whilst the stars bore witness to the union of your souls and your bodies. struck claw marks between the muscles in his back, leaving him with a scar. a heavily ironic reminder of your presence in his life — even if you left him physically, you’d still be there in the root of his heart and in every breath he’d take from then on. he couldn’t get rid of you, not that he wanted to, not even if he tried. in every sense of the word — mind, body and soul, katsuki had decided he belonged to you. willed you to understand through every stroke of his cock into you, every gentle kiss that deepened to share hungry moans, every caress over your battle wounds and fatal flaws… that he was yours, however you wanted. whatever that looked like. he would take it.
in the morning, you were different — colder, sharper, as if the sinful hells from which your desire had risen from, had now frozen over. like the heat and passion you’d shared were nothing but a mutually beneficial exchange. pleasure for pleasure, not to be mistaken for beating hearts coming together as one. in the morning, you’d tossed katsuki aside, smiling sweet, your lips pressed against his cheek, your clothes from the night before wrinkled against your love-bruised frame. “thank you,” he remembers you saying. “same time next week?”
it’s a joke that lands as a sucker punch. worse than any hit he’s ever taken on the field.
despite that, bakugou had never wanted you more. something he couldn’t keep. a hurricane in a glass jar that he couldn’t contain. free as a bird that could fly away at a moment's notice — too dazed with desire and devotion to see the cruel limbo you were leaving him in. even then he’d have called you the girl of his dreams, perfect in every way except for your knack for avoidance. he should have walked away then.
he should walk away now. as his tired, blood red eyes look to you with a rose tinted lens. watching you sleep soundly amongst sheets you’d complain cost more than a month’s rent and won’t let katsuki buy for your own apartment. still thinking that you’re perfect for him, that you fit right into his world where you’ve made him so intrinsically part of your own. thriving in this weird symbiotic relationship where you get your needs taken care of and he gets a taste of what it’s like to be longed for. as more than a hero. as less than dynamight. just katsuki. you’d taken a sledgehammer to the pro hero’s concrete shell and sent his shield packing, now he’s no longer to build up his walls without fear of shutting you out.
friends with benefits, lovers but not quite — bakugou doesn’t care as long as he’s with you. he’d pick fights for you until he turned black and blue, rescue you from the competition because he knows it means having his way with you afterwards, let you call him your boyfriend high on life and liquor just to piss another man off. now you’re in his shirt, the warm charm of the sun spilling through his curtains to illuminate the soft slopes of your thighs and highlight every perfect imperfection on your skin. the scars you try to hide, the tiger stripes you sometimes let him love.
you look softest when you’re asleep, like you wouldn’t dare destroy someone’s self worth and ability to love. you don’t look dangerous.
he still doesn’t believe that you are.
“suki,” stretching high and wide like a little harmless — maybe even blameless — kitten lounging under the blessing of the afternoon sun. your voice calls to him — wafting through the aerosols that catch light under golden rays. they act as a smog, a performance of smoke and mirrors that hides your true intentions from the blonde. even if he were to wave his hand through the smoggy disguise, katsuki still wouldn’t be able to see your desires clearly. “my head hurts.”
“yeah?” bakugou’s bare chest rises and falls with somewhat of a brusque titter, the sound curling inward like a wisp of smoke caught within his lungs — cemented into their small branches of bronchi. it’s soft, barely noticeable, if you weren’t listening. almost as if he’s been trying to keep it a secret from you. as though his fondness were to scare you away. “want me to kiss it better?”
“mhm…” more of you emerges from cotton hills and stiff peaks of linens — a hand rubbing through the crust corned at your eyes and lips. “god it kills, what even happened last night?”
even then, despite the sleep caked into your skin and the lines carved out by creases in the sheets struck against your cheeks, disregarding the bitterness to your morning breath and the drool staining the fabric of his your sleep shirt — you’re still the most beautiful person in the world to katsuki bakugou. with all your flaws and icks and green flags he can’t help the uptick in his pulse and the pull of gravity that lures him into smiling almost school-girlishly at the sight of you rubbing the ache from your forehead, lost in the waves of his bed spread.
you’re perfect even if you don’t know it — some kind of lawless and flawless being that could do no wrong in the jewelled eyes of the beholder.
“party. didn’t invite me so i don’t know what you had.”
“it was a party, am i not supposed to drink?” a cheshire grin blooms amongst your features and compliments the mirthy spark to your sleepy stare as you reply bluntly. if there was any inclination as to how deeply katsuki feels for you, it would be the way his focus flits away from your eye contact and the manner in which rich red blood pools underneath the surface of his cheeks. a blush that catches sunlight and spreads like a flame over oil slick, creeping down to the back of katsuki’s neck.
he rubs at it — akin to how one would smooth over a scab they’re not trying to pick in fear of making it bleed — as he speaks. intent and careful. “responsibly, sure,” he’s already reaching to pull the covers back and welcome you to the land of the living. you hide, pouting like you’ve been scolded. “you were so shitfaced last night, ‘m surprised you even managed to call me to come pick you up.”
you don’t like that. the tenderness that sits between curse words and stretching through the comfortable atmosphere of the late morning. to you, katsuki is scary in the kind of way that reminds you of the buzz you feel after watching a horror movie — electric and alive, all fried nerve endings and an impending sense of doom tickling your chest. maybe it’s because he’s so handsome. in the way that causes trouble with the old ladies on floor thirty four of the apartment building or gets the girls tripping over their kitten heels at the agency. maybe it’s because he leans into this natural duty to protect or nurse strays like you back to health.
genuine fear easily takes residence in your being when bakugou cares for you in the ways you feel you don’t deserve. it’s small, fleeting — almost like the subtle beat of a butterfly's wings or the tickle of your own hair at the nape of your neck.
katsuki isn’t someone to be afraid of. he’s not some kind of predator lurking in the dark waiting to turn you into a chunk of meat. his affections lap at you in the same way ocean blue does at a sandy shoreline, in soft waves with bubbling white at the owl waiting to be absorbed into porous substrate. he waits, oh, he waits for you to accept all of him as though he were always meant to be yours.
that’s what frightens you, his gentle dedication. his tired eyes that crystallise when you walk into a room. his heart tattooed in fading ink on his sleeve, waiting for you to take a knife and pierce it with all that you’ve got.
the thought of accepting his love and returning it had your stomach turning. not because you resent the idea, but because you find yourself warming to it like a steel kettle on a hot stove or a freshly potted sapling winding towards the light in order to grow. it’s as frightening coming face to face with an animal that sees you as nothing more than prey. like a hare standing against a wolf where the odds are hardly in its favour.
“it’s too early on in the day for you to parent me katsuki and you sound like my dad,” you bite like a snake that has venom poised behind its teeth, regarding the blonde with devious merriment. “bet you like that though, gets you all riled up telling me what to do. acting like my dad. do you want to be? my daddy, katsuki?”
your banter is usually like this, the kind where the dialect crawls underneath his skin through an open wound and spreads uncomfortably in the form of a viral infection. it sticks meagerly to katsuki’s ego in a similar fashion to a postage stamp placed down wrong — where you can’t pick it up by the corner and peel it back, unable to reposition it correctly. in the moment, you’re funny — light on your feet and quick with quips that come easy and aren’t supposed to mean anything aside from serving the purpose of laughter. except, when the coals cool and the time passes you leave a sting that creeps up on the victim, dead before they even know it. straight faced by the time the day is over.
“don’t be like that.” he leans over you, wafting notes of clean pine and smoked applewood, sparking your senses awake, and pushes the side of your head playfully. his touch slides down, careful as it goes, before bakugou cups your cheeks and squishes them twice.“bein’ fuckin’ mean.”
“sorry daddy.” you grin the same as before. with the air of someone who knows exactly who they are and what they’re doing. you’re a woman who’s made a vexatious habit out of reading people — katsuki is one of them — scouring their worn, aging pages for something that makes them tick.
by now he’s caught on the game that you play, toying with the knotted mess of his feelings like a feline with her bawl of carmine coloured yarn. the iniquitous version of the red string of fate. he returns to his seat at the edge of the bed, turning away before you catch the fall in his face. as though the manner in which icarus flew too close to the sun — only to be scorned — could be captured in his expression, like an artist who carves his wages through stone.
“oh shut up,” bakugou pushes again, no weight behind his hand. controlled because he’s not a man with a temper. the kind you run to when he spends a weekend out of town. “‘m not fuckin’ you ‘n i gotta go to work.”
“that’s never stopped you before.” you purr, never quite having learned how to be subtle.
hero galas and award-show after parties run rampant through katsuki’s mind — the memories without picture frames because you never stay long enough to keep. alcohol bleeds into the ink, leaving them splotchy where he’d remember the happenings if he were sober. lipstip smudge kiss that taste of plasticky makeup and the bitter pop of champagne
undeterred by your little mind games and the puzzles you make of the pro hero’s patience — he glances over at you, just for a moment. registers the presence of you helpless in his bed and then suppresses a fond smile, poking his tongue into his cheek. “you’re hungover, that’ll stop me. told you, i care about you.”
there’s a twang to katsuki’s voice that has always warmed you sweetly. much like honey and buttermilk simmering on a stove. years of drawling and pulling along the vowels braided between their intimidating consonant peers. unhurried and rough around the edges. the way he softly answers you despite the wrath and envy that hides behind the snakelike bite of your words when you speak — he tries not to be loud, in fear his speech may be taken as a curse. the last thing katsuki wants is to scare you away, especially when you make a habit of escaping from his hold like a bird from a net or a gazelle from a hunter.
you turn silent – in a manner similar to the creep of the quiet night that sneaks up on her friend, the day – shifting upright and bringing the duvet with you. “don’t need you to,” your fingers curl in the blankets until crescent moons form in your palms through the thinness. you don’t snap, that is what terrifies katsuki more. “and that doesn’t mean you have to baby me.” it’s a childish retort that you add on, one that lands in the pocket of silence beginning to brew at the center of the room. sour like the punch of a lemon when you sip on something citrus. “i’m an adult, we can fuck if i wanna.”
“but i don’t,” he feels far away when he responds, carefully unveiling his truth to you at a safe distance, to avoid the splinters of your shattering morning. “even if you’re nicer to me when you’re fucked up.”
a rare joke from him turns you into the cheshire cat.
“you think i’m mean sober. so you prefer me subdued.” you ask, a taunting tone intertwined with the cadence of a person who seeks only to get a rise out of their victim. you pass his
the blonde whips round to face you, not to yell or to “listen. you were drinkin’, i wasn’t there to look out for you and there could have been anythin’ in your system. i was worried about you.” something churns in his stomach and ties his intensities together in some kind of fatal knot guided by a sick sense of anxiety. it’s the same kind of feeling you. katsuki sighs, shoulders falling as though the strings that master them have been released. “i don’t wanna argue.”
“me either,” you quip, sensing the defeat. “my head really hurts, kats.”
he softens as you drop the topic. a change in tactics to keep him on his toes, interested in playing the game of chess you’ve laid out for the two of you. his pieces have been stolen, barely anything left on the board since you so eagerly take and take from him. “i know baby,” katsuki supplies in that sugary simple syrup manner that would have any girl twist her ankle in order to get a chance with him. “just, lemme get you some orange juice for your hangover, kay?”
“with bits in it? bleck. you know i don’t like orange juice.” he does. of course katsuki bakugou knows that you hate orange juice with the little floating pieces of fruit flesh and that you prefer the kind of squash you dilate with running water over anything else. he knows that you hate to eat breakfast in the morning because you’re never too hungry, but if he were to cook something up you’d eat it with the same appetite as a grown man. katsuki knows you like the sun burning up high, would know the familiar company of a summer’s day and a clear blue sky — in a way that’s complimentary, two souls tangled by a fine rouge thread, knotted with no loose ends.
except he finds you tugging at them as though you’re a bird caught in a net — fighting ferociously until you’re too fatigued to taste it. freedom. as though you’re frightened of the calm katsuki could offer you. he dwells on the thought, standing too still amongst a hurricane — biting fear cool against his skin because he’s not entirely sure what he’ll do when he loses your presence beside him simply because you’re not ready for something greater.
his eyes drag away from you, polarised to the wall like a magnet that attracts. “well it’s either that or tomato juice, pick your poison,” katsuki supplies, listening for your tantrum amongst cotton sheets. you settle on the bright, more-fruity counterpart ( because you’ve argued about this before at 3AM whilst he’s been in indonesia for a mission and you've been stuck here — using your spare key to get into his apartment when you’d missed him. tomato, despite its many seeds, isn’t a fruit in your eyes ) and the blonde hauls himself up from the edge of the bed to find his juicer in the kitchen. “that’s what i thought, brat.”
katsuki never leaves you without saying goodbye. a text after patrol to let you know that he’s safe, a kiss on the forehead when he moves from one room to the next, a perfectly wrapped morsel of his soul packed up into a brief, flickering moment all for you. something to keep when the regular rhythm of your body starts to fall out of tune without him, no matter how long or short the time spent apart is — katsuki always gives you something.
but this morning he leaves the bedroom with his lips pressed into a thin line and the hard set expression of a man who’s worked so much for too little in return — breaking a sweat to undo crossed wires as though there’s a time bomb ticking relentlessly between you that requires a special agent’s touch to figure you out. katsuki isn’t a spy, he isn’t a mind reader and yes, he’s super-human… but in his line of work there are just some people you can never seem to save. maybe you’re one of them and maybe that’s why he feels as though he might need to give up.
you draw your knees to your chest underneath the sheets in order to add pressure to the panic building within — he doesn’t shut you out in the manner that you do with him. katsuki always comes back to pull you out of your own mess as though you’re a wounded animal in need of tending. he’s good like that. he cares about you like that.
you’re a blender, an emotional one at that, you come with razor sharp, silvering blades that constantly whir like a looming threat. get too close and you’ll lose a piece of yourself, bleed out on cold concrete like a saviour who tried entirely too hard to save someone who didn’t want it. what seems right to him, when it comes to you, is a means to his own demise and death – in this tale, katsuki is a wolf licking crimson blood from a blade poised to kill him, worsening his own wounds inflicted by his own desire for you.
a mere twenty paces away, you listen to him clatter about in the kitchen – juicing fresh fruit for you. from scratch. just to help you feel better. It's a luxury you know that you don’t deserve, a tragedy that you know he’ll play line by line if it means being with you. for a while, you thought yourself invincible, taking advantage of the weakness of men who have hurt you before. yet, katsuki is kind, he warms you, treats you as though you’re flawless to the point where you feel as though you are a physical lie. an apple dealt to adam instead of eve, rotted on the inside and ripe on the out.
bakugou waltzes back into the bedroom not even ten minutes later, freshly squeezed orange juice and two pills in hand to ease away the pain you know doesn’t compare to what lives between each intercostal space protecting his heart and lungs. he says nothing. you say nothing. the room feels like a trap, latent hostility building between the four walls as if it had cemented them together itself.
you inhale, like you’re taking a drag of a cigarette. you don’t want the smoke to clear – you’ll see the heartache in his eyes clearer then.
“are we okay?” you ask with the uneasy focus of someone who feels like her world is out to get her – drown her in the emotional turmoil she’s built. a swig of orange juice and bitter paracetamol clings to the insides of your teeth, causing a similar discomfort to that in the atmosphere. “i feel like… things have been really weird. with you. with me.”
“no ‘m not. you’re being weird.” he delivers the line with a sharp intensity you’re completely unfamiliar with – like he’s taken on the same skillset, the same precise aim of an adroit sniper, and gone straight for your heart – forcing himself to speak over the blockage in his throat that keeps him from spilling emotions like an oil slick on clean water.
a wound to the body can easily heal, but one to the heart that keeps pumping, can last a lifetime. you don’t scream out in agony, a wounded soldier on a battlefield – no – you quickly build a defensive shield and strike a strategic attack, because your ego broils brightly underneath the surface of your skin and never settles enough to let your temper just be.
this time round, you scoff in braggart disbelief. as if you hadn’t expected this, the rain on your make believe parade. “woah okay, childish.”
observant as ever, katsuki does not miss the way you roll your eyes over the glass – the spread of your lips seeping into your cheeks as they take the form of a grim lour. something akin to kindling, a match-stick ready to set light to a bomb. this morning you’d promised not to argue, and yet, one catches in the wind that changes course. imminent and ready to detonate this faux relationship you’ve built.
“oh, like you’re not.” the blonde snaps back, sarcasm snaked between syllables.
“alright then, what’s that supposed to mean, katsuki?”
“you just — ‘m just…” bakugou grapples for a sensible sentence, something to explain away the clouds in his mind that came with you. he hates to admit it, how you unhappiness came into his world soon after you did, bringing with you bouquets of bewilderment and nights where too many things were left unsaid. “it’s okay for you to tease me and not the other way around?”
it’s unclear why that sets you off, perhaps its how accusatory bakugou sounds. when he says it like that – calls you out on how hypocritical you can be, your temper flares like a streak of red in the dead of night. a cry for help to anyone watching, to katsuki not to give up on you before you’ve properly started.
“you’re not kidding around though, it’s not funny,” spitting venomously, you let your response rain down on him like acid rain, searing through the thick and guarded armor he thought he had built strong all these years. “you keep calling me mean when that’s how i’ve always been, firey just how you like it. you treat me like i’m made of glass, like you’ve gone soft and keep looking at me like i’m gonna burst into flames!” it keeps going, this gruesome splurge of awful words used to cut at him, and you can’t stop it because you see it working. the manner in which this big, mountainous and explosive man, shrinks away from you as though it burns to be near. “like me, being here is setting you off. almost as though you don’t want me here. and if you don’t, that’s fine, i’ll go. but in the future don’t bring me over if you’re gonna act all avoidant and shit.”
katsuki sits up now, alert, as if his burns have been doused with cold water. his carmine eyes, devoid of the same cruelty you treat him with, are electrified with everything he doesn’t say. loaded with all the ways you’ve hurt him. tears that refuse to fall. “what? was i supposed to leave you there drunk with that fuckin’ asshole? the one you keep fucking when ‘m not around to give you the attention you crave.” the blonde throws a thumb your way, inculpatory. “you don’t get to do that, call me like ‘m some shitty lapdog. then c-call me that fuckin’ name and then act like it’s weird that i want to take care of you.”
“call you, what, katsuki?”
“course you don’t remember,” bakugou grumbles incredulously, standing from the bed in the same manner someone would flee from the scene of a crime. like he needs to get away from it all. from you. from the jail cell that is your fucked up relationship. “‘m not saying shit. got patrol so ‘m headin’ out.”
the blonde excuses himself weakly and reaches for his hero costume as a shield.
because maybe, right now, he needs to be dynamight instead of katsuki. he needs to be a hero to save himself.
“katsuki,” you growl to make him stay. “call you, what? say it. it’s on the tip of your tongue.”
the look he gives you is wounded and pleading. the kind only a dying animal could give whilst begging to be put out of its misery — whatever katsuki says now will be blood on your hands, his organs violently spilling into your grip since you’re the only person in his life with enough strength to rip his heart out from behind the doors to his psyche. “your boyfriend. you called me your boyfriend last night and i picked you up and i liked it.” katsuki admits from across the room, at a safe distance from you because confessing feelings to you is akin to stepping on a land mine.
he’s been fighting an internal war since figuring out that he feels for you outside of fucking, wishing like a wistful child on every lucky star that perhaps, you would be able to wave your white flag and admit the same. beyond your own facade, you could maybe trade your heart for his like you would for a trading card. if you’d wanted him the way he wanted you, you’d push your pride away just enough to let yourself believe you could love someone outside of yourself.
“i liked that you sat in my backseat, on the verge of throwing up and called me your boyfriend…” he supplies in the same way a child would when they make an attempt to be part of adult conversation — rushed in the sense that syllables land awkwardly and vowels tack themselves to the underneath of his tongue it moves around in his mouth, like there’s too much to say to you and not enough time for telling you. “i feel sick just sayin’ i liked that you let me hold your hair back when you did eventually puke your fuckin’ guts out, ‘nd let me shower you ‘nd change your clothes. let me hold you without making it weird, like we’re not supposed to do that shit just because all we do is have sex!”
with every inch he gives, you take, and the consequences nearly choke katsuki bakugou slowly to an unfair death. “i know you won’t ever let me do it again, now that you’re sober, ‘cause that’s not what you want and it’s not what we agreed to. you don’t like lookin’ like you need someone.”
“but i liked it,” bakugou rasps, vocal chords strained like an out of tune guitar — the notes wail into the tense, thickened air. “even if it was only for one fuckin’ night. when you were mine, for just one night. i liked being your boyfriend.”
he liked being wrapped around your finger, even if it were a noose.
“but you’re not,” the words of your retort are entirely too harsh and brittle, and they slip out like fine sand through fingertips before you have a chance to stop them. “you’re not my boyfriend.”
“exactly.”
“so what do we do?”
for the first time that morning. you sound scared — reality dawning on you as though you’ve woken up to nothing after dreaming about everything you could have ever wanted.
“dunno, do whatever you want,” he’s so tired of going back and forth. if he knew from the very day your eyes first met – in a similar fashion to two worlds colliding, colours mixing, flowers blooming – that this is what you’d wanted, he would have stayed far away. “you can stay. you know where your things are ‘nd i left you breakfast. in the fridge. bottom shelf where you can reach it.”
“katsuki, i–”
he shakes his head, the weight of him in your mind and head and in this very room lifting – as though he were never there. you seal your lips. your true feelings are a sullen, oppressive secret behind your teeth.
katsuki bakugou is stubborn. he always has been. to a fault. “i really gotta go, kay?”
you sink into the sheets, “okay… i’ll call you?”
the pit in the stomach tells you he’ll wait for your call, you know he will. he’s always been self destructive like that. you’re like a ticking time bomb in the centre of his bed, where he’s supposed to feel safest — just waiting to explode and send shards of shrapnel shaped like daggers directly into his scarred heart and he’s got no sense of danger. no telling of when you’re going to go off and decimate him.
“be safe.” you add.
“i will be. i–” katsuki looks back, his tongue pushed to form the shape of love that he quickly abandons as if the weight isn’t crushing his heart in his chest. “… just don’t go anywhere? we’ll talk about this later.”
you nod silently as he leaves. afraid.
you never do talk.
you never do stay.
because he’s certainly not your boyfriend and you’re not his girlfriend either.
there’s no obligation in that anyway.
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bakugou just wants you to let him into your world.
tags: situationship au, pro hero!bakugou katsuki, phd student!reader, class differences, yearning bkg, emotionally constipated reader, met on a dating app, suggestive, smut
everything is in a rough chronological order
questions are answered on the greyscale au tag
God of the Dead was always alone. With the coldness weighing his heart and the stench of gastly doom clinging to his skin. But then, one day, the world under his feet shifted. Heart bloomed with bizarre fondness. And the Lord of the Underworld soon started to wish for nothing but to taste Spring Goddess's sweetness every single day. Even if he were to accomplish it by force.
requ ested (pray forgive me for waiting so long)
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
pairings: Hades!Trueform Sukuna x Persephone!Reader
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, greek mythology au, mythologically accurate, possessive behaviour, slightly dark romance, kidnapping, devotion, obsession, heavy smut, Sukuna is his own warning, proper use of belly mouth, double penetration, belly bulges, mating press, oral sex (both), facesitting, yearning, symbolism, Cerberus is just a baby, pussydrunk Sukuna, he's down bad, but he's also toxic
WC: 13.7k (the visions have plagued me)
a/n: I think we all know the story of Hades and Persephone, so this time there's no need for a history lesson! I just hope you'll like it because I had lots of fun writing it! And thank you, dearest anons, for the request <3
divider by @/diviniye
art by @/phantomosis on x
It was a universal truth that opposites attract.
Knowledge older than the Gods themselves.
Carved in marble and rivers, bending under the Greek sun in crystal serpentine. Crossing the lands, fields and meadows, with single droplets caressed by nymphs and fair birdies playing in the calm waters.
Everyone knew that opposites work together.
Everyone could look up and see the sun and the moon frolicking in the same sky. Brush their feet against the hard, stony paths covering the mountains, and yet see little snippets of flowers breaking through the surface. To experience sadness and joy, two contradictory feelings, yet impossible to exist without each other.
Everyone could enjoy the sharp breeze from the thunderstorms, preceded by the sizzling warmth coating their sweating skin.
Everyone knew the night had no meaning without a day. That spring couldn't exist without a death.
Everyone knew it.
Or did they?
Or was it maybe something that one, love-possessed God simply wished to believe in? That opposites could attract even in the most impossible-to-imagine scenarios.
It's not that the Gods of Olympus weren't paired in a rather bizarre manner. For there was a beauty of Aphrodite who cherished the brute God of War dearly. Zeus and Hera, so different and yet ruling over the divine world. And also Dionysus, who haunted by love towards a mortal, made her a goddess.
And yet, Lord Hades couldn't shake off the feeling that his love was plagued by a tragedy from the very beginning.
As how could it be that the Lord of the Underworld's heart, after thousands of years of being burdened by coldness, suddenly bloomed with restless warmth?
With a feeling so unknown and strange, his hand rested on his chest as if in desire to breeze the burning skin up. Long fingers tried to grab the muscle and tear the rosy flesh that separated him from it. But even the God of Death couldn't stop the lovely beating of his heart and mind tormented solely by a thought of… you.
It happened on a sunny day, when, usually hidden in the depths of hell, the Lord of the Underworld decided to take a stroll. Around the spring meadows, with the air carrying the flowery scent of blooming nature. So strange and bizarre, never floating around the endless plains of his domain.
He didn't show his face often up there, as God of the Dead was much, much busier than one could think! Humans were weak, reckless, dying like flies and flooding the Underworld with their restless souls.
Heron crossed the Styx like a madman, and Cerberus couldn't close his eyes even for a second, as the hell was a mad and troubled place.
But then, that one day when the sunlight finally blessed his crimson eyes, Hades, or Sukuna as he much rather preferred, could finally pleasure himself in breathing the air not stained by a musty smell of death.
Each of his steps left the lush grass withered, and the air bent under the heaviness of his aura. Birds would fall silent whenever the God of the Dead passed through the trees they sat in, as if in fear of being taken by the Grim Reaper too soon. Fruits hanging off the branches would suddenly fall rotten, not allowing God to taste the sweetness of their pristine juices.
As there was no sweetness or warmth in Sukuna's life and it had been a long time since he learned how to live with it. For why would anyone care about the wellness of the Lord of the Underworld himself?
And so the world withered and shattered around him, but God truly didn't mind.
Until he saw you, the Goddess of Spring.
Beautiful, alive, with sun smooching your laughing cheeks and eyes curving under the golden rays. Little flowers were tucked in your hair sweetly, and single strands framed your face heartily. Sukuna enjoyed looking at blooming plants, although they quickly withered under his bloody gaze.
But not you.
You quickly became his most dearest petal, with loose, light robes always in a riot of pastel hues and lovely laughter carried by spring winds through the vast meadows. Bare feet ran through the fields of flowers without any worries, and eyes always glanced somewhere over the horizon. Somewhere, towards the seas and trees and frolic nymphs playing near the rivers. Fingers weaved wreaths one by one, and a cooing voice helped the flowers grow and blossom beautifully.
Your robes were always slightly dirty from the earth, warm cheeks marked by pollen, eyes bustling with warmth and kindness, that touched every plant, every animal that cuddled into your open arms.
He usually lurked among the trees. Tall, broody, with a massive body covered by dark robes and a grim aura clinging to his skin. Four arms crossed on a wide chest and two pairs of eyes fixated on a young Goddess frolicking with her friends.
Soon, he started coming more often.
The usual workaholic, a gloomy God who liked nothing and no one, a brute, as some liked to call him, suddenly found something that started haunting his mind. His dreams and nightmares, as even there, you always seemed to smooch his cheeks like a soft petal.
There, you always seemed to be his.
His lovely, dear wife. A Queen of the Underworld.
For all those days he watched you carefully, you've never noticed him.
Not even once, as if completely blinded to everything else outside the walls of your little world.
Until one day, you were left alone.
No friends chirping to your ear, no animals warming your legs – just you.
And, well, him.
He didn't know when and how, but a warming tiredness fell on his eyes, and oh-so-mighty God of the Death slipped into a light slumber. With withered grass lulling his heavy body and birds ogling him from the thick branches. Wind whirred quietly, brushing his pink hair, slipping between the strands and massaging tired temples.
He could almost swear that he fell asleep on the grass. Hard ground moulding under his even harder body and green tuft giggling his cheeks. And yet, after turning and squirming like a restless child, he felt something softer under his head.
Something plush, squishy, beaming with the sweetest, flowery fragrance he's ever smelled. The wind's murmur turned into a lovely hum. A melody that coiled his senses and flooded down his spine, filling his body like the sweetest wine.
He didn't dare to open his eyes.
As he knew, the sight of the lovely Goddess brushing gently through his hair would lead to his death. For Sukuna was rather sure that the only thing in this world that could truly stop his heart was the graceful look of your eyes fixed on him.
Not on flowers, not nymphs, nor animals.
Him.
And thus he lay quietly, with your thighs dipping under his head and soft fingers playing with his hair.
"The Lord of the Underworld in my spring domain," you hummed, swirling a pink strand around your finger. "What a bizarre sight, I must admit."
A chuckle slipped from between your lips when his brows furrowed. Slightly yet rather openly stating that the God of the Dead, with his colossal body bending your earth, has not, in fact, been sleeping.
But there was no need to out his silly manner, and your fingers continued soft curls around his temples. As everyone, no matter their origin, was most welcome in your domain.
Something changed around him. The air, the melody, the structure of grass.
Your presence brought life back to the withered plants and silenced animals that feared him. The birds sitting high on the branches slowly flew down, huddling shyly on his chest. Decayed grass turned lush once again, smooching his skin with its plushness.
"There's no need for fear," you whispered warmly, seeing how wary the animals were of his presence. "He is a good creature too."
Forest animals started to come closer, and closer, and closer, with deer sniffing his body and frogs clumping on his shoulders. Their little, sticky toes left traces of gluey slime, but he didn't mind.
Because God of the Dead rarely felt a life embrace his body.
And thus he decided to cherish it and pray that this single, intimate moment would last forever. With your thighs beaming warmth under his head and animals cuddling to his limbs. Surrounding him in a tight circle with furs and feathers tickling his skin.
He couldn't open his eyes, to not destroy the moment, although, heavens, he truly wished!
To see your hearty face up close. To brush the lower lip coloured with fresh berries and tuck a single strand of hair behind your ear. To see the way pastel robes clung to your skin like a mist, and eyes peeked down at him. But instead, he could only lie quietly and listen to the melody slipping past your lips, curling around his mind like a viper.
A moment has passed, and the deep slumber began to coo his senses. He tried to fight it, longing to stay in your embrace a little longer. To remember the melody of your voice and the pattern of fingertips massaging his temples. The flowery, honeyed fragrance clinging to your skin and filling every corner of his body, taking away his privilege to smell anything else for the next few days.
Before the darkness blanketed his mind and breath became shallower, he could hear the last whispers of your voice:
"Go to sleep, my God. Allow me to accompany you for a while."
When he woke up, you were no longer there. Just a withered grass bending under his body and the warmth of the setting sun bathing his hair in red hues.
No sign of you or animals, and the God, once again, felt devastated. As if deprived of something he should hold onto with all his strength. He was a divine being, after all, and yet your misty figure slipped between his fingers like flowing water.
But his mind recalled those few words. Allow me to accompany you.
And thus, Sukuna decided to take this wish too faithfully.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
"Stop going out there alone," your mother has sighed, looking at your figure swirling around the wooden hut. "It's dangerous, the Gods are unpredictable–"
Your head shook, lifting the little willow-wined basket used for gathering flowers. "I am a Goddess, mother," you chirped in with a giggle, before glancing at the woman's creased forehead. "And you are too. There's simply no need to fear anything. Besides, we're safe in the spring domain."
Liar.
You didn't tell her about the God of Death crossing the border between the Underworld and mortals much more often than he should. Than he used to. With his gloomy aura beaming off the woods, although he thought that you didn't notice it. Crimson eyes followed you every single day for the past few weeks, and whenever he appeared, one side of your domain suddenly went quiet. Withered, under his death-bringing feet and the silent atmosphere he spread around himself.
And as a Goddess of Spring, you knew of everything happening on your land.
At the beginning, you thought it was rather funny. To see the animals and flowers frightened by his sole presence. You didn't give it much thought, as various Gods had strolled through the plains of your earth and chit-chatted whenever they spotted your figure hunched over the flowers.
But Lord of the Underworld wasn't the talkative type, nor did he engage in any closer relations. In fact, you didn't know much about him aside from what you'd managed to notice over the past weeks.
And you've noticed a lot. His body was built like a mountain, with a heaviness that couldn't be put into words. Two pairs of crimson eyes, lidded like sweet almonds and framed by rather long lashes. Pinkish hair reminding you of blushed peonies, and you wondered whether it would feel equally soft under your touch. Four muscular arms carried the little birdies up their trees when he thought you didn't see, and black stripes curled around his body – like deathly mist, tattooed all over his chest, back, and cheeks, as the God of the Dead didn't mind relaxing his beastly, naked body in the nearby rivers.
The water spilt over the grassy edge, and four arms rested on drenched earth. Crystal water looped his body shyly, smooching the sun-kissed skin with cold kisses. He couldn't see your hazy figure lurking in the bushes.
Your eyes glimmering like two fresh peaches and lips curling in a sly smile, upon seeing muscles upon muscles bending on the God's back. Slick and bulging, stripped of the heavy, dark robes he usually wore and enjoying the kisses of the Mediterranean sun.
Sometimes a nymph would notice him bathing at the river and coo shyly at the handsome but rather intimidating God. You've always observed those interactions from the tree, lurking curiously, with birds perched on your shoulders. All the encounters always ended in a rather pathetic failure, with the Lord of the Underworld ignoring the sweet chirps of little nymphs and their promises to warm his cold body.
All of them flew quickly upon seeing a grave grimace twisting the God's face, and all four palms curling into fists.
"Always so, so angry," you murmured to the red bird sitting on your finger, as it nodded its little head.
And so you didn't tell your mother about these few encounters, for there was no need to worry her. She kept you away from the Olympian Gods as long as she could, yet couldn't stop you from becoming a Goddess too. Truly unfortunate, if she had to admit it, as she had tried for a whole life to keep you well hidden in the far, far corner of Mount Olympus, in your own little spring domain.
"Just be careful," your mother whispered, pushing back a few loose strands of your hair. A small basket hung on your back, and robes clung to your skin. "You know how Gods can be…"
You knew. For you heard of Apollo and Daphne. Of Medusa and a curse sent upon her for being a maiden far too beautiful. About Zeus and Callisto, and more, more Goddesses, who suffered a terrible fate from the hands of Gods themselves.
You understood your mother's worry. Why she tried to tie you up to this little hut hidden in the woods of Olympus. Why she was the Goddess of Agriculture and tried so, so hard to keep her dear spring flower hidden from the prying eyes.
And yet, the serpent flow of destiny was truly twisted and unpredictable. Bending under the Moirai's deathly whispers, with a thin thread slipping between their bony fingers like a river of silk.
As many Goddesses before you, you too were soon to learn that playing with Gods – particularly those who seemed to take a special fondness for you – was a treacherous path. That approaching them cheekily, taking pleasure in keeping them in your arms and cooing like a wounded animal, was simply foolish. Mad, in every deep sense of the word, as out of the many Gods in this world, you particularly should not play like a fox with the Lord of the Underworld himself.
So, on the same day, as golden rays dribbled down your figure hunched over flowers, hands picking the season's most beautiful blooms, the earth suddenly burst open. With a raw, brutal rumble, unleashing chaos across the peaceful meadow. Birds rose from the lush branches, and all the forest animals that were cuddling near your body ran off.
The heavy dust had covered your eyes, smooching flimsy dress and delicate petals that bent under the heavy, little droplets of curled earth.
The obsidian chariot harnessed with three black horses appeared right in front of your eyes. Tall and eerie, still carrying the coldness of the Underworld and a man whose crimson eyes stared down at your figure.
No words could slip past your lips as one muscular arm lifted you up and easily flipped you over the shoulder. Locking you in place with the sheer strength of one hand, until your head hung down the man's back.
"Wait!" Rolled in a scream as the world in front of your eyes started to spin.
A voice you hadn't heard yet punched you like a bucket of cold water. "Don't be afraid, my Goddess," Sukuna said, before whistling to his horses. "You'll soon be able to run through the meadows of the Underworld."
It tasted raw, heavy, so, so low, licking your ears with flamed tongues. A voice truly worthy of the God of the Dead himself.
Before you knew it, the earth had swallowed the chariot once again. The rumbling tore through your spring domain, causing vast fields of flowers to vanish as if slowly devoured by the sky. The horses sped downward, pulling the chariot deeper into the earth, until only a faint glimpse of the familiar sun remained – a warmth you wouldn't see again for the next few months.
The darkness engulfed you, wrapping your skin with icy, deadly touches. It felt as though the three sisters had already severed your thread of fate, sending you to the Underworld sooner than anticipated and plunging you into the claws of the beast you inadvertently unleashed.
"My God," you mumbled, trying to wriggle under his heavy arm. "Where are you taking me?"
Sukuna chuckled lowly, his whole body trembling with a laugh that made your spine tingle. "To home, my dearest Queen."
Deathly whispers curled around your body with curiosity, as if the air in the Underworld had tasted such a sweet life for the first time. Dark clouds filled the sky, and the chariot plunged even lower. Soon, a vast, grimy land spread beneath you, with a thick river curling around the dark soil.
You have never seen the Underworld and have never shown any interest in it. Yet, from that point, with the obsidian chariot soaring high in the sky, it looked mesmerising. Almost magical, with deep, dark forests and withered meadows stretching across the land, lit only by the pale blue light of the moon and little gleaming shadows wandering aimlessly across the plains.
It wasn't difficult to spot Hades's temple. Or maybe you should say a castle.
Sitting quietly on the cliff, with Styx's calm waters flowing beneath its heavy walls. It towered over the whole domain, glimmering in blue light under the moonlight's kisses, and something in your breath has hitched upon seeing an enormous garden filled with withered trees looming over the dead flowers.
The air was biting cold, and yet the closer you were to the temple, the warmer it seemed to smooch your skin. It didn't carry the familiar flowery fragrance, but rather a heavy, woody scent, as if something alive still lingered in the bleak land filled with agony and doom.
When the chariot came to a halt on the dark grass, Sukuna set you down gently. With one strong arm still stalling on your back, as if afraid the moment your feet touched the earth, you would try to escape.
But there was no chance for it, as the Underworld was a trickery and a dangerous place.
"From now on, this is your home. My Queen," his crimson eyes never left your face, even when the hand showed towards the temple looming deathly.
You moved a step away, trying to slip from between the heavy fingers brushing your waist. "It is not my home, and I will not be your Queen. Now take me back to my domain."
Looking up was a mistake, for the gravity of his gaze almost pulled you down to earth. Four eyes stared down at your fuming face before one hand lifted and fingers traced the softness of your warm cheeks. "I cannot do it, my Goddess. That's what I decided, and that's what the Gods accepted."
"The Gods?"
His big thumb brushed your lower lip, and you smacked his hand away. A low chuckle slipped through before he pushed you towards the temple. "Zeus agreed, and that's all that matters. Neither you nor even your mother has any say in it."
You tried to move away again, but his strong arm only pulled you closer to his massive body. Twice your height, with four arms ready to manhandle you like a beast – you knew standing up to him would be foolish. And yet, you tried.
But he didn't mind, as you weighed less than a feather and lifting you was not a sweat for a God of his calibre. Your body once again rolled like a sack over his shoulder, but this time you tried to fight. With nails dragging down his back and teeth digging into the muscles bulging under his robes.
For you, it was a matter of life and death.
For him? A flimsy, sweet teasing from his dearest Goddess, who was yet to accept her fate.
Oh, his heart swelled with the purest joy at the sight of your misty figure wrapped in his arms after weeks of yearning. It didn't matter whether you wanted to stay here or not – Sukuna aimed to use every possible means to soothe your mind and pamper you like his precious wife.
"You ignorant brute, a beast, freak!" Rolled furiously, as you once again left the bloody, tooth marks on his back. "You cannot do it!"
Another throaty chuckle escaped from his side, with his arm cuddling around your waist with fondness. "I can, my Goddess. That's how love works."
"And what can you possibly know about love, my God?"
Sukuna didn't know much, but his greedy desire to always keep you in his sight and worship you as if you were the only Goddess in the pantheon must have been close to what love felt like. To get drunk on your laugh and the plush skin of your body every single evening, as if his whole world twisted around nothing but you. To hear your chipper run with stale wind through his decaying land and once again feel your fingers brush through his hair.
The God of the Dead, the elder of the mightiest brothers, harbinger of death, wished for nothing but to taste the nectar of your love.
But with a frown you looked at him, your teeth digging deeper into his skin – for now, it seemed rather fruitless.
He entered the temple and moved towards the massive stairway curling to the heavens themselves. Your furious shouts could be heard throughout the whole land, but it seemed that neither he nor the servant who suddenly appeared seemed to mind.
"Uraume, prepare a bath for the Queen," Sukuna said, glimpsing quickly towards the woman. Her white, short hair curled around her slim face, and deep eyes blinked in amusement at your sorry state.
"My Lord, I don't think the Queen likes this position," she muttered, sending you a pleading look.
Sukuna scoffed, correcting your body on his shoulder. "The Queen acts like a brat, so she will be treated like one"
Uraume nodded before going down the stairs and disappearing somewhere in the deep chambers of the temple.
Thus, it was the two of you again, and Sukuna moved slowly through the dark corridors, with blue flames licking your writhing body. He didn't mind the shouts, the nails scarring his back through the dusky robes till crimson droplets formed under the material and bites that your teeth have left on his shoulders.
In fact, the God of the Dead took a bizarre pleasure in feeling your flaming touch on his skin. Something in his chest swelled whenever your lips travelled to his neck, and it didn't really matter that they left the bloody bites and not the nectar kisses he yearned for.
At some point, you've finally entered the big chamber. The weird warmness crept through the tall windows, bending in heavy, marble arches. Vast plains of the Underworld rolled like waves on the horizon, and you stopped scratching Sukuna's back when the full land came in view.
Beautiful, endless, mesmerising, so different from what you grew up with. With only a pale, blue moon constantly shining upon the lost souls and deep, agonising cries coming from the Tartarus.
Sukuna finally put you down. "That's our chamber," rolled almost proudly, and you looked around the bedroom.
Dark, draped in misty veils, with a huge bed covered with crimson sheets and a baldachin moving together with gentle swooshes of wind. Warm flames have lit the place, with torches and long waxed candles glimmering shyly around the whole chamber.
Just behind the crimson curtain, you've heard the dripping of water and Uraume's hushed voice. So that must've been the bath.
"I will not be sleeping with you in one bed, my God," you barked, but Sukuna seemed not to care at all.
He pushed you towards the balcony, with a heavy hand placed on your lower back. "That's the garden. I made it for you," your chest squeezed. For you. "You can do anything you want with it, of course."
"It's impossible to grow life within your domain," slipped harshly, before your eyes looked up. Crimson moons stared down at you. All the time. "So you kidnapped me to grow you a garden?"
His sharp jaw tightened. "I did it for your own good," he muttered, hand lifting to brush away your hair. "For our good. I want you to be the Queen of the Underworld. My wife," fat thumb kissed you fuming cheek. "My Goddess."
And as much as you wished to stay angry, it felt impossible to hide the special fondness rising in your chest. A mix of hate and curiosity, as it was difficult to imagine why the Lord of the Underworld himself was such a desperate beast to lock you in his clutches.
Your eyes went back to the garden, taking in the withered earth and flowers bending in death.
But then you've noticed something – a tree. Dark, yet looking rather alive, blooming with red, round fruits that looked as if ready to burst.
Pomegranate.
And you, as the Goddess of Spring, knew why it seemed to be the only fruit growing deep within this deathly domain.
Sukuna followed your lidded eyes before a low hum filled the air. "You'll eat it at some point," seeing a sudden shock bathing your face and a slow shake of your head, he added. "Even if I have to force you."
Soon, you would discover that there were many, many other things the God of Death would force upon you, just to keep you within his touch.
And as surprising as it seemed, eating the pomegranate seeds to bind you eternally to the Underworld would be the last.
You didn't say anything, looking at the pomegranate tree with a grim expression ripping your lips. A Spring Goddess you were, and yet the single look of this rich fruit made you want to burn it right here and there.
"My Lord, my Queen, the bath was prepared," Uraume slipped in politely, before once again disappearing into the darkness.
Sukuna came inside, and you followed, passing under his heavy arm as he lifted the curtains between the chamber and bath.
Multiple candles licked dark walls, and the steam curled in the air. The big, marble pool filled with hot water called your name like a madman, and you were ready to tear your dress in half just to dip inside. The air in the Underworld was much, much colder than up in your domain, and after the eventful day, you truly wished for nothing but a simple bath.
And yet, even this was to be wrecked by Sukuna's four hands slipping the misty robes of your shoulders. Your trembling finger caught the dress in front of your chest before it could fall.
"My God, may I know what you are doing?" There was no trace of madness in your tone, only simple weariness and irritation.
His lips curled in a smirk, and if not for both hands gripping your dress, you would surely smack his cheek. You would try at least, as bending your head back to meet his gaze was already difficult enough.
His dark robes hit the floor before you've noticed it, exposing you to the view that – rather unfortunately – made your thighs clench. Massive thighs bulged under muscles, and it seemed clear that he could snap your neck with a single clamp.
But it wasn't the thighs that hit your cheeks with a maddened fever. No, rather two, fat cocks, with shafts so heavy they barely stood straight. Droplets of sticky pearls curled around two pulsing heads, sticking like a net to his pubes. The smooth, reddened skin glimmered under the dimmed flames, and your breath hitched while taking in the inhumane size.
And then your eyes followed up to his belly, mouth grinning mischievously, torso wide as mountains and four arms, just waiting to grab your flimsy body.
Sukuna was… terrifying. Alluring, feral, obscene, but oh so beautiful. With a body worthy of a God and an almost tyrannical aura that clung to him like a second skin. The mortals have feared him, Gods always tried to keep the relations as polite as possible, and yet you somehow found a wisp of fondness coiling in his gaze.
"I'm planning to bathe with my Queen, of course," Sukuna murmured, tilting his head with a cheeky grin. Four crimson eyes burned your skin, and you've never, ever felt as small and helpless as now. "Let me help you with it." Fingers tugged on your dress, trying to slip it down.
You took a step back, gripping the robe even tighter. "My God, I'm fine. But please enlighten me why we should take a bath together?"
He, however, was relentless, and it took a single, harsher tug to let your robes fall down the marble floor. A gasp slipped past your lips as you tried to cover yourself with pathetic moves.
Sukuna lifted your body with a single arm, and soon both of you sat on the little bench carved in a pool.
He took a deep, deep sigh, leaning against the edge. Two muscular arms kept you in place, with your back plastered to his chest and ass brushing against the massive cocks, while the other two started to soap you up.
A shiver ran down your spine, feeling big, yet soft hands smooching your skin in gentle circles. Slowly, tenderly, massaging your shoulders and back, going down, and down, to the swell of your wet breasts.
A quiet, shy moan escaped your feverish cheeks when his thumbs brushed the perked nipples. You wriggled under his touch, as if fighting against itself to give into the warmness beaming from his body and heavy fingers washing your tired skin.
Your hips jerked again when he pinched your nipples, sending a sudden, electrifying wave down your spine.
"My Queen, try to keep yourself in place," he said with a low voice, and only then did you notice that your ass had been bumping against his cocks for this whole time.
You didn't look back, as if in fear that even a single glance could pique Sukuna's curiosity and test the dangerous waters of your patience. "Is it necessary, my God? I can wash myself."
Two hands gripped your hips, quickly turning you towards him.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as he sat you right on his muscular thighs. The water spilt over the pool's marble edge, and crimson eyes stayed fixed on your face. On your slightly parted lips and hair sticking to your cheeks.
His upper arms slipped up to your waist, while the lower ones started to massage your thighs. In slow, gentle circles, dangerously close to the naked pussy that bounced against the fatness of his shafts.
He played a dangerous, oh so dangerous game, but took a maddened satisfaction in observing the changing looks on your face. Anger mixed with delight, as if you wanted to hit him and nuzzle into his touch at the same time.
"What's wrong, my Queen?" he muttered, soaping up your waist. "Why would you wash yourself alone if your husband is here?"
At this point, both of you knew that the bath was a mere, foolish excuse for the Lord of the Underworld to finally enjoy the sight of your naked body. To take a pleasure in feeling your naked skin against his and test his own patience, feeling the warmth of your cunt brushing against his cocks.
His moves were deprived of any sexual manner, and yet your insides burned with the most wicked flame. Your drenched fold were bumping against his cocks, yes, and the fat shaft brushed against your clit, maybe, but even then, he didn't try to push you.
To force himself on you, as if waiting for your consent.
As if he wished you craved him as much as he did you.
But even then, every few seconds, he would move closer. His fingers would brush your trembling nipples, hips move beneath yours, and he would always take in your muffled moans with a sly smile.
"You're not m-my husband," rolled embarrassingly weak, and Sukuna hummed, brushing your lower lip with his thumb.
"Not yet. I'll give you time to make yourself at home," thick digit slipped inside your mouth, and you quickly bite it. Hard, feeling his bones crack under your teeth, although he only smiled. Like a man possessed. "As I was saying, I'll give you a month–"
"And what then?" you mumbled, with lips still curled around his thumb. "What if you won't tame me after a month?"
Pink strands of hair stuck to his wet forehead, and you needed to dig your nails into his chest, not to lift the fingers and brush them away. Four crimson eyes – two big, lidded in slyness and two smaller, curved like a moon – drank in the sight of a sweet little Goddess squirming on his massive body.
"Then I'll force you to love me," spilled calmly, without hesitation. And maddening yearning in his eyes told you that he was ready to do it. That his understanding of love was far from the sweetness and kindness you've known of.
His fingers travelled up, through the breasts, collarbones, and neck, till the second hand joined your face. He cupped your cheeks gently yet lined with restrained violence.
Possessiveness, madness, that filled his flamed eyes.
"Don't test my patience, my Goddess," he murmured softly, pulling your face closer. His lips nearly brushed against yours, and a wave of warmth washed over your body. "Let me love you in my own way, and I promise to make you happy. Within my domain, you can be as free as you desire."
It was difficult not to have your heart flutter upon hearing those words.
He knew how crazy your mother was about you. That you spent most of your life chained to her leg, never leaving the spring domain, never feeling the winds of freedom.
That's why his promise sounded so exhilarating. Wild, absolutely insane, and yet letting you let out a deep sigh. Because finally, after so many years, you were alone.
Without your mother, without the prying eyes of Gods, without the same meadows caging around you like a prison.
Only with a much, much bigger, heavier, and mind-spilling problem, of a God of the Dead who seemed to take a special, wicked interest in you.
Your hands, still trembling on his chest, pushed yourself away. Hips slipped from his cocks, but not before giving two, feverish heads one last brush. As if you wanted to push him over the edge.
He groaned and squinted his eyes. "Where are you going, my Goddess? We're not done yet."
Four hands shoot towards you, fingers trying to catch your slippery body. It curled at the end of his fingertips, teasing him mischievously with full breasts dripping with crystal droplets and soft skin glimmering under the gentle flame of candles.
His cocks moved, eyes tried to take the wholeness of your divine beauty, and yet, after weeks of watching you every single day, he still couldn't believe that a woman of your sort truly walked this earth.
"I am done with you…" your eyes curved cheekily as you slowly moved back. "My God. I agree to a monthly trial–"
"It's not a trial, you'll be staying here forever."
Your back hit the pool's edge, but Sukuna didn't move. Instead, he observed you. Like a predator, preparing for a deadly attack.
"As I said, I do agree. But if you won't manage to persuade me to stay," slipped in a whisper, and you smiled even wider, seeing a furrow creasing his forehead. "I will simply kill myself. Just like Daphne did."
His heart nearly stopped, crimson eyes bloodshot. Before you could escape the pool, two arms yanked you back, pressing your chest against his. He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Finger gently squeezed your face with a slight pinch, until salty fog blurred your sight.
"My God–" you barely muffled.
"Don't ever," he growled, gripping your cheeks harsher. "Ever say that in front of me again. I will break your legs if I have to. I will tie you up to bed if you force me to," something warm spilt from his belly, and just then, you remembered about his mouth. Heavy tongue took a long, fat drag of your wet cunt, and you cried within his brutal embrace. "You are mine. Every dream of yours, every part of your body, every single laugh, all of it belongs to me."
His grip on your cheeks was too strong to let you shake your head, but light enough to allow another moan to spill from your throat. In sweetness and pain, feeling the teeth of his belly mouth pinch your clit.
"My God–"
"Do you understand me?"
"I-I–ahh," a cry filled the foggy bath, feeling his tongue slurp on your wetness. It felt heavy, girthy, tasting you with a maddened pleasure as if feasting on the honeyed juices dripping down the water.
"Do you understand?" he gritted through his teeth, loosening up his grip on your cheeks. "I don't like to repeat myself."
With another sweet mewl, your head lulled to one side in a nod, and he finally released you from his clutches. You stood right in front of him – wet, trembling, with slippery thighs and cunt already missing the swirling of his tongue on your clit.
His thumb followed down to his belly, gathering traces of your cum. A second later, thick digit found its way to your lips, pushing the stickiness right onto your tongue.
It tasted sweet, almost milky-like, clinging to the muscle like a spider's web while his thumb smeared it all over your insides.
"Tastes delicious, hm? That's what you're keeping away from me," Sukuna groaned, drinking in the sight of your teary face. "I am not a patient man, my Goddess, but my heart belongs to you, and I wish to treat you the best I can," he lifted up your face, creaming your cheeks with the rest of the cum. "But I do warn you, dearest. When the month passes, I won't be holding myself anymore. So you'd better accept this fate and just let me love you."
You didn't nod, didn't even blink. Just observed his devilishly handsome face with teary, wrecked eyes beaming with fury.
You tried to snap back, but his thumb pushed harder on your tongue. "Uraume," he called, looking somewhere over your shoulder. "Take the Queen back to our chamber. I think she's a bit tired."
Light, white robes curled around your shoulder, before Uraume gently pulled you away from Sukuna's clutches. "My Queen, allow me to–"
You shook off her hand, wiping the rest of your cum from your cheek. "Thank you, I know how to tuck myself to sleep."
And so you left your future husband alone, with rage and ecstasy still mixing beneath your chest.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
The next few weeks passed with silence and tension binding the Goddess of Spring and the God of the Dead like a thin thread of fate. Only the three sisters were able to cut it swiftly and release you from the torment, and yet no one ever came to save the poor petal.
The first few days you spent mostly in the garden, lying under the pomegranate tree and observing the darkness blanketing the sky. The withered plains of the Underworld have never been touched by sunlight, and the lack of it started to bother you too.
There was no way to tell day from night, as the air was always slightly cold and the sky never turned any colour other than dark blue. Sometimes a sudden fog has risen over the horizon, curling above the parched trees.
The agonising screams from Tartarus could be heard over from your balcony, although after complaining to Sukuna about your lack of sleep, they somehow quieted down. You didn't pry into his methods, nor did you need to exactly know how he accomplished it.
It was difficult to grow anything in the garden, and after days of trying, you finally gave up. Well, not entirely, for you spent more and more days trying to think of a plant that would not need sun nor much water to bloom and if Sukuna could let you out even for a few days, surely you could find something.
He, however, was fully relentless at your begging as there was nothing binding you to the Underworld. Yet.
Fresh pomegranates whispered sweet sins to your ears as you looked at the round fruits bursting with crimson seeds. You wondered what they tasted like. How pristine their juices were.
Sometimes your finger would trace their hard skin with delicacy and quickly pull away, feeling Sukuna's heavy gaze drilling the hole in the back of your skull.
He seemed to always have you in his sight. It didn't really matter whether you strolled around the garden or went deeper into his domain – he was always there. Somewhere, lurking at your misty figure, the only colourful thing in his vast world, even if you didn't see him.
For the first few days, you didn't talk at all. And he was oh so angry with your nasty mood swings, even though it seemed he truly tried to be on his best behaviour.
For a while, you even refused to sleep in the same bed. He would wake up in the middle of the night only to find you cuddled into Cerberus's massive, soft body, snoring like a little baby and nuzzled under his heavy neck.
The beastly dog quickly became your favourite creature in the whole domain, and Sukuna couldn't count the times when you strolled with it through the dark plains and meadows, giggling sweetly whenever it rolled in withered grass.
It seemed the beast was particularly fond of and protective of you, so that even the God of Death himself could not approach you without the beast's shiny, sharp teeth growling his way. Crimson eyes observed him carefully, as if ready to rip his heart out if his lone finger brushed your silky skin.
And whenever Sukuna reminded you that Cerberus also had his role in the Underworld, the loveliest pout would twist your lips, and a dog's low growl would slash through the air.
And because Sukuna was softhearted only for you, he didn't have another choice but to allow you to adopt Cerberus as your own, exclusive pet.
But he absolutely couldn't stand waking up to the coldness wrapping around his body, and thus, for the first few days, in the middle of the night, he would travel all the way to Cerberus's cave only to take his Goddess back.
"Where is she?" the God would growl, with all four arms folded on his chest and eyes lidded with sleep. "Give her back, she'll come back to you in the morning anyway."
And the dog would usually ignore him, with three massive heads pretending to be plagued by a heavy slumber. Sukuna would sigh and slip a soft plea, trying to resonate with a beast he raised himself.
Three pairs of bloodshot eyes would glare at him deathly, but after a few quite embarrassing and yet desperate pleadings, the dog would lift his head up, only to reveal your peacefully slipping body. Curled against his fluffy neck, with fingers gripping the soft fur and shallow, peaceful breaths coming from your parted drooling lips.
Sukuna would lift you up with utmost care and bring you back to your chamber, wrapping himself around your body with all six limbs.
When the "morning" came, he was always the first one to slip from the bed. But not before getting himself untangled from your body. Lying serenely on his broad chest, with a drool pooling right above his heart and soft strands of your hair tickling his chin.
It was his most favourite sight during that month, and the only chance to see your face without a pout or crease forming on your lovely forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get close to you as much as he wished to.
But at least, after the few weeks of constantly going back and forth between your chamber and Cerberus's cave, you finally stopped escaping from his clutches and slept in his embrace for a whole night.
Moreover, during those weeks spent in each other's presence, you seemed to enjoy nothing more than pissing the God of the Dead off.
During one eventful night that both he and Uraume would recall in the future with a painful headache, you sat quietly at the long table. The wooden furniture bent under the heavy supper, with meats, fruits and vegetables prepared in feast portions.
Sukuna loved to see your cheeks stuffed full, and sometimes you would even joke that he tried to fatten you up only to eat you for dessert. He chuckled lowly, every time answering that if only you spread those thighs nicely, my Goddess, I would gladly eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
An embarrassed, nasty slip from your lips, as you tried to ignore the warmth blooming in your lower belly.
One evening, however, Uraume interrupted your supper with a heavy panting and trembling gaze.
"My Lord, my Queen," she said, taking a few deep breaths. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but something deeply concerning has occurred."
"What is it?" Sukuna mumbled, not even looking her way. Instead, he poured you another cup of wine, while you tried to hide your flushed cheeks behind a curtain of hair.
Oh, you were so, so fucked.
"All the souls lingering on the river's banks have entered the Underworld."
Sukuna suddenly stopped and put the jug of wine back on the table with a loud thud. "What?!"
Both you and Uraume shrugged.
"Charon took them all," she said, glimpsing your way.
You, however, looked down at your plate, as if trying to completely erase yourself from this conversation.
"All of them were buried with a coin? How is it possible?" Sukuna growled.
Uraume took a deep sigh, with deep, sorry eyes still lingering on your hunched figure. "He said that…" She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. "The Queen ordered to let them in."
Fuck.
The air suddenly stilled, and a moment passed before Sukuna's crimson, angry eyes looked your way. But it's not like you could see the rage blazing in his gaze, as you still carefully observed the fresh fig lying on your plate.
The fact that he somehow got delivered all your favourite, fresh fruits down to the Underworld was truly–
"Do you want to tell me something, my Queen?" he asked with utmost politeness, although you sensed the displeasure bubbling in his throat.
"No, not really," you murmured, playing with a juicy fruit.
He took a deep sigh, curling all four of his hands into fists. A soft vein popped on his forehead as he truly, really tried to keep himself calm.
"I will ask you again," slipped softly, before his two hands pulled your chair closer to him. Your thighs brushed against each other, and his fingers lifted your chin up. Till you were forced to meet his heavy, bloody gaze. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?
Oh, lying to him like that was much, much harder.
"Listen," you started, and he already sighed. "I don't see any problem with it. Why would you keep them there if Charon can just take them all to the Underworld? Isn't that the whole point of your domain?"
His fingers tightened on your chin because, dear-fucking-heavens, he really struggled to hold it together. Four bloodshot eyes looked down at your pouty lips and doe eyes, as if your pure loveliness could melt his anger.
Well, it usually could.
"They cannot enter Hades if they do not get buried with a coin. That's the rule all of them must obey," rolled harshly, and your pout became even sweeter. Fuck. "How did you even force Charon to do it? This old man is stubborn as hell."
You nestled into his palm, attempting to ease his heart with a gentle, pleading look. "It turns out most of the creatures here are quite afraid of Cerberus," you giggled, even though Sukuna was clearly unhappy. "Um, and they’re also afraid of you. The threat of reporting to the Lord of the Underworld himself tends to work quite effectively."
Sukuna pulled away with a heavy groan and started massaging his temples. One side of him was rather happy that, after weeks of fighting, you decided to use both your title and him to get what you wanted. But the other wanted to curl his fingers around your neck and snap it clean, for the mess you have caused with your need to piss him off.
He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Why did you do it?"
"They looked sad."
His crimson gaze once again snapped to your face. "Sad? The souls?"
You nodded. "Well, all of them wanted to enter Hades so–"
"My Goddess, you can't do such a thing!" Uraume cried, looking out the tall window as if all those souls were travelling up Hades' temple.
"Why? I thought I was the Queen of the Underworld." A cheeky smile curved your lips, and Sukuna almost lost it. "I can do whatever I want. Your own words, my God."
Well, he did tell you that from now on, this domain was under both his and your control, but his mind ran far too short to predict that you, in fact, wouldn't know the most basic rules of this land.
And thus, he could only swallow his rage and look back at Uraume. "Catch them all and bring them back to the shore. Also, tell Charon that from now on he's forbidden from listening to the Queen's orders."
You scoffed, crossing arms on your chest. "I'm just going to set Cerberus on him."
"Right," Sukuna growled, sending you a short, angry look. "And also chain the dog to his cave. This beast has forgotten who his real master is."
You could forgive him mistreating the poor souls and Charon, but a line had to be drawn regarding your beloved dog.
Your fingers grabbed his forearm, eyes bulging in worry. "Wait! Leave Cerberus out of this," Sukuna looked at your nails digging into his skin and a jittery gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? Just…" There was a thread linking you both – dangerously thin, leading to an emotion your relationship hasn't yet discovered. Forgiveness. "Please don't hurt him. It's my fault. Cerberus listens to everything I say, he's just a silly dog. So let him be. If there's someone who should be punished, it's me."
Sukuna didn't say anything for a while, staring at your pleading eyes with a furrowed brow. A storm of feelings coiled in his head, and you noticed his gaze soften slightly. He often acted like a brute, of course, but you believed that somewhere, deep, deep beneath his chest, there was still a man who placed the little birds that had fallen from the trees back in their nests.
"Fine," he finally muttered and oh, how shocked he was when you chuckled and wrapped yourself around his neck. For a moment, he sat frozen in place, but soon all four arms curled around you, as he inhaled the sweetness coating your skin.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Uraume looked away to hide a little smile tugging on her lips, as it was a long, long time since she had seen the God of the Dead blushing like a virgin nymph.
Sukuna coughed, sending her a deadly gaze. "But I still believe that you and Cerberus could use some time away from each other. I'm tired of raising two brats at the same time," he mumbled, and you giggled into his neck.
"Well, my God, try to suggest it to him, and we'll see what happens," you pulled away, with hands still wrapped around his neck. "I'm afraid your beast found himself a new owner."
And so, since that evening, a little, hopeful grain started to bloom in Sukuna's heart.
As it seemed that his lovely Goddess had finally begun to warm to him. During the evening baths, you chirped into his ear like a fair birdie, sometimes even washing his muscular back and massaging his always-creased forehead.
At night, your body instinctively nuzzled into his. Legs wrapped around him tightly, hands curled around his arms, and a slightly wet cheek left a small puddle of saliva on his chest. He always beamed with warmth, and you, like a cat, used his body as a heater.
During the shared breakfast, you kept talking while he fed you the sweetest, juiciest fruits. What's more, your roles would shift, with your fingers occasionally placing a piece of orange onto his lips – sometimes upper, sometimes lower.
Whenever you stole a few apples for Cerberus, as he's tired of eating raw meat, he would only scoff and wave his hand. The beast has been living on meat and water for thousands of years, and yet, a few weeks after your appearance, he suddenly developed a lavish taste for fruits picked only by you.
On some afternoons, when Sukuna would nap under the pomegranate tree, you would creep to his side. Carefully place his head on your thighs and hum a lovely melody, just like you did back then in a forest. He would always try to stay as still as possible, just to prolong those precious moments – your fingers brushing through his hair and flowery fragrance coating his skin.
One special afternoon, your hum was interrupted by something else.
Something… alive.
The high trilling of crickets, soft chirping of birds and muffled croaks of the frogs, coming from the little pond Sukuna has built up for you.
Your fingers suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the God coughed quietly, wriggling under your touch. Like a dog, begging for more pats.
"How is it possible?" you asked, looking down at his "sleeping" face.
There was a minute of silence before he slowly, carefully opened his eyes and sighed heavily, meeting your solemn gaze. "The animals also need to enter Hades. Just on different rules," His eyes fell on something crawling up your hand. "Look there."
And to your surprise, you've noticed a grasshopper sitting serenely on your skin. It wasn't as lush and green as you remembered it to be, but misty, almost like a cloud, with only his foggy soul still crawling up your arm.
And then you've noticed birds sitting high up on the pomegranate tree, with their little wings looking like a shadow.
Something heavy formed in your throat and heart stirred with affection. "You brought them for me?"
Sukuna hummed, closing his eyes and gently placing your hand back on his head. "You can say that. Most of them were already here. I simply ordered to be bring them to our garden."
Your fingers started working through his hair again – scratching and massaging his head, till the beastly God stretched on your thighs like a cat and nuzzled into the softness of your belly.
You didn't push him away but rather giggled and whispered a sweet thank you. A little smile tugged on Sukuna's lips, and he purred softly my pleasure, Goddess.
And thus, for the first time in your life, you have felt free.
With Underworld's woeful air smooching your cheeks and shadowy animals following you around the withered plains.
You have never felt more alive than in the realm of the dead.
That's why when Sukuna called you into the main hall one day, your heart froze. With dread and fear, upon seeing your furious mother standing right next to him by the altar.
The altar, decorated with your small marble figures and fresh flowers, he ordered to be changed daily since no plant in the Underworld could survive longer than a day.
Your fingers curled in fists, lips fell in line, and somehow, even though you loved her dearly, you simply couldn't take a step closer.
Sukuna stood still, with four arms crossed on his chest and eyes looking carefully at your trembling body. As if he could read all the thoughts coiling beneath your furrowed brows.
"My darling, oh Gods," she sighed, crossing the distance between you two in a few steps. Before you knew it, she pulled you into a hug, although your arms hung loosely by your sides. "I thought I'd lost you forever. Can you believe that I needed to threaten Zeus himself to finally find you?"
She pulled away and grabbed your cheeks, only to meticulously ogle your face. "Oh my, you're so pale! This place did you no good, but at least you're fine. This brute…" she looked over her shoulder, glancing at Sukuna's stony face. "My heart almost stopped upon hearing that he was the one who kidnapped you. Did he touch you? Are you okay? Did he, you know, force you to–"
"Mom," you quickly interrupted her and wriggled yourself out of her embrace. "Why are you here?"
She looked dumbfounded – with warm eyes bulging in shock and lips slightly falling open. When you stepped back, her forehead creased.
"I came to take you back, of course."
A gentle sigh echoed through the vast temple hall as you glanced over her shoulder. Somewhere nearby, a man was attentively listening to you, with a heart pounding loudly in his throat. Filled with fear, anticipation, hope.
Sukuna rarely looked at you with that gaze – filled with love and dread, as if he understood that neither anyone else nor he himself was truly worthy of your heart. He scarcely ever seemed so weak and afraid, as if his mind, soul, heart were fully, completely wrapped around your finger.
And thus now, after so many of his threats, you could make a choice.
To stay here, with him, or go back to your mother.
"Let's go, darling, I'm getting nauseous just from being here," she tried to grab your hand, but, once again, you stepped away.
"I'm not going back," slipped in a whisper. "I can't go back."
She looked shocked, and her lips curved in a nervous smile. "What do you mean, you can't?"
"I'm bound to the Underworld."
Lie.
But oh, how good it felt in your heart, lifting the weight of all the mixed emotions you've buried over the past few days.
"Bound? What do you–" she started, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, gasped. A sharp cry escaped her throat, and her eyes looked back at Sukuna with a frightened, intense gaze. "You! You forced her to eat the seeds!"
Before she could step closer and smack his cheek with an open palm, you grabbed her. "No, mom. I did it myself."
She stopped, turning back your way. With disappointment filling her eyes and trembling lips. "You did what?"
"I love him."
And that, well, that was a confession no one expected. Not you, mother, and particularly not Sukuna. His breath hitched, eyes bulged, and he almost, almost took a step closer.
As his heart, mind, and soul were consumed by a desire to hold you and caress you yearningly until your lips swell from the sweetness of the kiss.
Your mother quickly interrupted, holding your cheeks. "You don't. Don't say it. You don't love him. He's a beast who manipulated your mind, love has no place here. Don't act foolishly, that's not how I raised you."
Your heart shuddered in wretchedness upon her words. As you knew how much she hated all the Gods. How hard she tried to keep this sweet, yet so foreign feeling away from you, as if the little seed growing in your heart was something shameful.
Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks, wetting her pads. "But I do, mother. And I will stay here, with him. That's my home now."
There was no need to listen to her further. Sliding her trembling hands from your cheeks, you turned and quickly disappeared into the comforting darkness of a temple you used to hate that much.
Her low pleadings filled the main hall, but you could only ignore them. Seeing her again, after a whole month, brought dreadful memories of years spent in her golden cage.
You entered the chamber and sat down on a plush bed. Your hands still slightly wet from nervousness, eyes taking in the cosiness and warmth of the bedroom you shared with… him. Candles licked your skin sweetly, and moon lurked through misty curtains.
Even the usual shrieks coming from Tartarus were mild that evening, allowing you to enjoy the little crickets slipping from the garden.
Cerberus barked somewhere deep within your domain, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You were on your way to give him his daily dose of apples when your mother suddenly appeared.
You sat on a bed, hunched and frozen, not noticing a massive shadow that swooshed closer. Dark robes appeared in front of your feet, and soon a heavy, musky fragrance followed.
"My Queen," Sukuna started, not quite sure what to say. A silence has fallen – pleasant, warm, homey. He sighed and crouched to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"
Only then did he notice crystal droplets still dripping down your cheeks. "My Goddess, why are you crying?"
"Don't allow her to take me," slipped in a crying whisper, before a muffled choke followed. His big hands gripped yours, trying to stop the trembling. "Please, let me stay here."
His fingers lifted to gently cup your face. "What are you talking about? Of course, I won't let you go," crimson eyes softened as a large thumb brushed your lower lip. "Have you forgotten my words? You're never leaving my side."
"Never?"
He shook his head. "Never. I will stand against all of Olympus if that's the price of loving you."
Another sharp cry rolled from your lips as you nuzzled into his hand.
He changed your positions, sitting on the bed and letting you climb onto his thighs, only to push your crying face into his neck. Four hands embraced you before he began to cradle you like a baby.
With soft whispers and kisses placed on your forehead.
When the first shock rolled away and the tears finally stopped, you pulled back. With swollen lips and puffy cheeks, that made Sukuna's heart swell with fondness.
His tongue lapped up the last salty droplets before big palms cupped your hips. "You'll stay here, with me," plush lips peppered your cheeks, nose, and the slightly trembling chin. "And you'll let me love and worship you as you deserve," his hands rolled your hips against his, drawing a moan from your throat. "No one will take you away from me. Not now, not ever."
Your arms wrapped around his neck, back bent in a delicate arch. You looked at him with a plea, taking in the divine beauty of his beastly face. "What if Zeus himself comes for me?"
His lips were barely brushing against yours, and a woody, heavy smell of his body tickled your heart. "I'll kill him. My Goddess, you truly underestimate me. I will move heaven and earth to keep you by my side."
And then, with a last longing gaze connecting your starving souls, your lips have finally crashed.
In a slow, gentle, yet raw kiss, with his teeth biting down on your lower lip and throat swallowing all your sugary moans.
All four hands quickly found their way around your body – caressing, holding, gripping the swell of your ass and moving your hips in harsher rolls.
Misty robe hanging on your shoulders slipped down with a gentle tug, and soon his two upper hands lifted to cup your breasts.
The softness of your skin made Sukuna's mind spin, and a craving to sink himself into your warm cunt felt almost maddening. His cocks, still clothed by a dark tunic, brushed against your folds and the sweetest, purest moan rolled right into his lips.
"Feed me, my God," you murmured, pulling away slightly. "Feed me the pomegranate seeds and tie me to the Underworld. To you."
Of course, you lied to your mother.
And Sukuna knew it too. He observed you for a whole day and night, never leaving your giggles out of his sight, and thus he was aware of your little, desperate lie.
What he hoped for, however, was that your confession was sincere.
Tasting the sweetness of your lips, he realised how truly doomed he was – completely entangled with the scent of your skin and the beauty of your eyes. His heart skipped a beat when your fingers pulled his pink hair, causing his hips to buck instinctively, seeking the intense pleasure.
You pushed his chest, forcing his massive body to lie down on the mattress. "Feed me, and I shall let you have a taste too."
Your lips met his cheeks, jaw, and dropped down through the bulging throat and collarbones, while fingers slipped from the dark robes. He wore nothing beneath the long tunic, and soon your lips curled around his nipple, biting it softly with a hum.
Two upper arms swiftly pulled you up to his face, while the lower ones still held your bare hips. "What will you let me taste, my Goddess?"
A cheeky smirk tugged on your lips as you placed your leaking cunt right over his open belly mouth. "Your favourite fruit, my God."
With a loud moan, you lowered down onto its tongue, feeling the heavy muscles giving you a long, nasty lick. A shudder washed over your spine, and Sukuna drank the next cry that escaped your throat.
"You taste even better than I remembered, my Goddess," he groaned, feeling the saccharine droplets coat his lower tongue. Sticking to his teeth and inner cheeks like the sweetest honey. "But I have a much better idea."
And with that, you quickly found yourself facing his massive cocks and hovering over his face. Your puffy, drenched folds hang right above his lips, and he looked at your dripping cunt with a low groan.
"Fuck, my Goddess," two fingers parted your folds, only for a small, sticky droplet to drip down his chin. "You smell so fucking good, lower yourself a bit."
He didn't wait for your answer as two big hands pulled your hips down with a single, strong move. A groan slipped past his lips and went straight to your cunt, sending a wave of trembling pleasure straight to your clit.
"That's right, my sweet fucking Goddess," he mumbled, lips curving under the weight of your hips. "Don't be shy, get yourself comfortable."
"I-I'm not shy," and if not for a heat that slapped your cheeks, he maybe would believe you.
But your body was too honest, too inexperienced to hide the way your hips rolled against his tongue. Another pitched moan filled the foggy air when his tongue slipped inside your tight cunt.
His lower hands landed on your back and slowly, slowly bent you down. Till your wet lips met with two, pulsing heads and breasts hang right over the belly mouth.
Oh, he was right, this position was absolutely killing… both of you.
Because the moment big, beastly lips curled around your nipple, your hips buckled, and a sweet moan tickled both leaking heads.
"Nghhh," bounced sweetly off his veiny shafts. "That's–mhmm, my God, feels so good."
Sukuna chuckled, slurping on your swollen clit and pushing another cry from your chest. "Give them a little lick, my Queen. They've been waiting for you whole fucking month."
With a hazy gaze, you glanced at two fat cocks smooching your cheeks. Wet and massive, with droplets of musky precum oozing down the pulsing skin and a strong fragrance making you even wetter. He smelled so heavy, manly, and the moment you gave the first cock a kitty lick, Sukuna groaned straight into your clit.
Your hand grabbed the other one and started pumping it in slow, gentle moves, with your thumb brushing the reddened head. Belly mouth sucked on your breasts as if waiting for something more creamy to release itself onto his ravaging tongue, and you cried even louder whenever the wet tongue travelled between both of your nipples.
"How is it possible, fuck," Sukuna groaned, scooping a hefty gush of your cum and drinking it straight from your fluttering hole. "That you're so sweet everywhere. My beautiful, divine Goddess. Come on, try to suffocate me with your cunt. Put your whole weight into it."
With your cheek stuffed full of his cock, you pulled away with a nasty pop and looked over your shoulder. "My God, please take a deep breath," you reminded, because Sukuna seemed to be absolutely lost between your drenched thighs.
With a single finger thrusting into your tight hole and an open mouth catching all the dripping sap. His teeth grazed your clit, before a warm tongue kissed the pain away. He slurped like a madman, whispering little obscenities straight into your pussy and kissing her with nasty squelches. Gluey cum stuck to his nose, lips and chin, connecting him with your parted folds.
"I can't, I don't have to, she needs me," he groaned, giving you another heavy lick. With tongue covering the entirety of your cunt and finger pushing through your pulsing walls. "So sweet, my Goddess, you're so fucking delicious."
Oh, there was truly no remedy for him!
And thus you went back to his pulsing, almost bursting shafts. Your puffy lips kissed two heads before sucking on one gently. Fingers squeezed his constricting balls, juggling them softly and giving them a shy lick.
Sukuna trembled under your body, so you did it again, and again, and again, kissing, licking and sucking on his balls, while rolling your hips against his tongue.
"My God, are you okay?" you slipped shyly, although a cheekiness shimmered in your haze.
Sukuna pulled away from your cunt, and took a deep breath. "Don't ask me stupid questions, my Goddess. My patience is already hanging by a thread, so unless you want me to fold in half and fuck that cunt raw, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours."
You giggled, biting gently down on his balls. "I'll take that as a ye–ah!" you moaned, when the second finger slipped into your tight cunt. "My G-God, that's too–"
Too much wanted to roll, but Sukuna soon added the third . "You're so tight, my Goddess. I'm afraid both of them won't fit in," he slurped, feeling the desperate squeezes of your walls and juices trickling down his fingers.
Both?
An unsettling, truly frightening thought has crossed your mind. He could tear you apart with one, and using two seemed to be a completely foolish idea!
When his pads pushed something, slightly swollen and plush, your whole body shuddered. Pleasure washed over your spine, dripping down to curled feet, and a sugary moan wrapped around his leaking cock.
"There it is," Sukuna growled, looking at your raw, soaked pussy trying to mould itself around his fingers. "My Queen, you're doing so well. Squeezing my fingers so tight, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cocks."
The weird warmth has been coiling in your belly since his lips landed on your clit. But now, with fingers pushing your walls and pads brushing against the plump spot, something warmer, wetter started to plash inside your pouch. Something dangerously pleasurable and ready to burst beneath Sukuna's tongue and his big, stomach mouth sucking sweetly on your tits.
"My G-God, I–" you moaned, when all of his three fingers bent against the sweet spot and lips slurped on your clit. "I'm going to, mhmm, allow me to cum on your cocks, p-please."
And a single teary look over your shoulder, with hair sticking to your wet cheeks and lips fallen open, was enough to make him lose his mind.
"Whatever you wish, my Queen," he said, quickly pulling you away from his mouth.
Your body turned again, and this time you found yourself back on top, with two massive cocks squirming beneath your drooling folds and his lower hands gripping your thighs.
"You want me to…?"
He nodded, gently pulling your hips up, to help his leaking heads kiss your fluttering hole. "Ride me, my Queen. I want to watch you take it up…" his fingers traced the softness of your belly, before pushing on a spot somewhere just beneath your button. "here. Both of them."
Your pussy was ready to burst any second, and you could already feel something else, other than your normal wetness, drip down his cocks. The fog in your mind grew thicker, sweat coolly lined your neck, as you pressed both hands against his chest and leaned on trembling, feeble arms.
Rough thumb from the upper arm slipped between your folds, rolling gently the puffy clit. "Slowly, my Queen, take a deep breath." You did just that, with eyes looking straight into his. Both heads started forcing their way through your tight walls, gathering the slippery juices on the way. "That's it, that's my good girl, deep breaths."
He talked you through it, with thumb rubbing the sweet button and lower hands slowly, slowly, pulling you down his shafts.
A sharp cry rolled past your lips when both heads slipped inside. Pushing into your contracting walls and ripping you open, till the metallic taste of blood pooled somewhere at the back of your throat.
The water plopping inside your belly was filling you full, together with Sukuna's cocks constantly trying to thrust inside. You could feel every vein, every detailed curve of his shafts lick your gummy insides, as he pushed, and pushed, and took in the maddening beauty of your face, utterly lost in pleasure.
Your pussy squelched around his monstrous cocks. Cried sweetly, with a clit slowly getting much harsher rubs, till the swollen button started to tremble.
"My God, w-wait, something's wrong," you cried, trying to pull yourself off.
But Sukuna's lower hands kept you in place, and his hips bucked up, trying to meet yours. "Everything's good, my Queen. Deep breaths, you're doing so well."
"No, you don't get it, I–"
The heat hit your cheeks, walls clamped down half-thrust, and the alarmingly plopping water, finally, finally, spilt.
You came.
Or maybe, gushed.
With his cocks barely inside, a hefty wave rolled through your spine, spraying Sukuna's hands, belly, and chest with your cum. Your body trembled in pleasure, and he used this short moment of distraction to thrust his cocks fully, till your hips finally met his.
It was brutal, mean, absolutely filthy, with his lower mouth drinking your squirt and crimson eyes glimmering with maddening yearning.
Something in his mind snapped when he noticed a big bulge right under your belly button, and within a second, your position changed once again.
And this time, you knew that it was over.
He folded you in half, till your ass peeled off the drenched bed, and pussy glistened under his fiery gaze. All four arms kept you tightly in place, with lower limbs spreading your soaked thighs and upper ones taking something from the bedside table.
Only then have you noticed a crimson, bursting pomegranate, licked by the candle's warm tongues and dripping down Sukuna's forearm. He ripped it in half with a single, gentle move, before drinking the seeds with eyes never leaving yours.
"Deep breath, my Goddess," he said again, before both of his cocks rammed into your needy, stretched hole and lips crushed against yours. "Swallow it," he muttered into your reddened teeth, pushing all the pomegranate seeds straight into your mouth. "My little slutty Queen. Coming on my cocks when I barely thrusted in."
The fruit tasted sweeter than honey itself and mixed with Sukuna's sweet spin. His tongue trailed against yours, before lips moved towards your cheeks, chin, jaw, leaving all over your face a sweet, bloody trace of the fruit.
The power that tied your body, heart and soul to the God who wished for nothing but to love you like a madman and worship every piece of your skin.
His thrusts became more erratic, brutal, with squelches filling the wet, foggy air and his heavy, massive body leaning on your folded legs. His hips met yours with each roll, and whenever he pulled away, a long, sticky strand stretched between his soaked shafts and your sensitive cunt.
"Open up, my Queen," he growled, digging his fingers into your jaw. "Show me how well you swallowed it all."
Your lips fell open, and a string of drool trickled down his fingers. Big thumb pushed on your reddened tongue, and you sucked it sweetly, with eyes crossing in pleasure.
The long, fat tongue of his lower mouth slid out and gave your clit a long, filthy lick, before its lips sucked on it raw. Irritating the sensitive button and slurping on the last droplets of your squirt. Sukuna groaned, feeling your walls clamping around his cocks and pushed harsher, as if trying to fight the merciless squeeze.
"Fuck, my Goddess, let me–ahh–let get to your womb," he groaned, giving you a single, brutal thrust. You cried around his thumb, but he simply shushed you sweetly. "Don't cry, it's alright. Ngh, squeezing me so fucking hard," he leaned over, licking off the salty droplets.
His hips moved with unbelievably violent motion, rocking your bed against the wall and drawing a loud cry from your throat. Two pulsing heads kissed your womb with squelches till it swelled like a juicy peach and bent under his heartless thrusts.
A familiar warmth once again started to pool in your belly. Your arms curled behind Sukuna's neck, pulling him into another, filthy kiss. "My God, I'm g-gonna… soon… mhmm so good, s-so–ahh!"
He chuckled against your lips, but couldn't ignore the lovely tenderness filling your teary eyes. His heart jumped, and lower hands folded you into an even meaner mating press. Till you could barely breathe under his massive body, squeezing you down.
"Say it," he whispered, letting his cocks rip you raw. "Say it again."
Two fat shafts slipped in and out, smooching every little corner of your tired, swollen cunt. The pleasure filled you from head to toe, overflowing your body in electrifying strokes.
You knew what he wanted to hear. But his thrusts made a mushy mess out of your mind and eyes rolled back each time his hand pushed the bulge forming under your belly. Not even pregnancy could get you that bloated.
When your head lulled to the side, his fingers dug into your cheeks again, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Say it, my Goddess," he said, licking the last red traces of pomegranate juice from the corner of your lips. "I beg you."
"I love you," slipped like a dream. "I–I, mhmm, I love you. My God, I–"
His lips joined yours in a yearning, maddened kiss. "Fuck, my sweet Goddess. I love you so much, so fucking–fuck."
The warmth in your belly spilt again, and watery cum flooded his abdomen. The belly mouth sucked itself onto your clit, drinking each and every bead of your sweet nectar.
A second later, his hips finally stilled. Pulsing heads nuzzled into your womb, filling it with heavy, gluey cum. He pumped you full, with maddened pleasure creasing his forehead and knees digging into the mattress. Everything, just to get as close to you as possible.
His hefty cum filled your belly before bursting outside and buttering your folds.
"My God, at this point, mhmm, you'll knock me up," a sweet, tired giggle slipped past your lips, feeling his seed overflowing your poor womb. "Although I truly wouldn't mind."
He sighed, nuzzling warmly into the crook of your neck. The plushiness of your skin still made his mind spin, and the flowery fragrance haunted him like a spirit. "My Goddess, don't play with fire."
Your fingers brushed through his hair, pulling a low hum from his massive chest. "I'm not afraid to get burned," you said with full seriousness.
But God didn't answer. Just cuddled closer to your body – plush breasts, soft neck, and hair tickling his nose. He reminded you of Cerberus whenever the beast tried to cuddle into your side.
And with the same love and fondness, you kissed his temple, whispering simple yet oh so important, I'm yours, forever.
Forever it truly was for you, as no other couple on Olympus would ever conquer the utter devotion and love of the Goddess of Spring and the Lord of the Underworld.
Such contrary characters and yet relishing themselves in the most maddening obsession the Olympus has ever seen.
Oh god, I'm tired but so, so happy. I think it's pretty good, but please let me know your thoughts in the comments <3 Pray forgive me for any mistakes, the wizard was proofreading it at 11 p.m.
SYNOPSIS. You didn't think getting dared would leave you stuck in a closet with both your enemies, Sukuna and Toji..
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ only, alcohol mention, party setting, tension, arguing/banter, forced proximity setup, strong language, Tojikuna x reader, rough sex, degradation, choking, spanking, hair pulling, slapping, oral sex (deepthroat, face-fucking), anal play, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, sloppy kissing, fingering, double penetration, spit play, threesome, competitive teasing, possessiveness, voyeurism between the two men, overstimulation, breath play, nipple torture, forced eye contact, cum swapping, ass slapping, throat fucking, pussy stretching, clit slapping, marking with bites and hickeys, power play, edging, forced orgasms.
The bass from the speakers practically rattled the walls of the apartment, heavy enough to make the floor vibrate beneath your shoes every time another song switched. The entire place smelled like cheap liquor, perfume, sweat, and whatever overly sweet candle someone had burning in the kitchen to cover it all up.
People crowded every corner of the apartment shoulder-to-shoulder, yelling over music that was way too loud, laughing like they owned the place, stumbling into each other with red cups hanging loosely from their hands.
And honestly?
You already wanted to leave.
“You’re not seriously leaving after ten minutes,” your friend scoffed beside you, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket before you could even think about reaching the front door. “We literally fought to get you here.”
“I didn’t ask you to fight,” you muttered flatly, trying to ignore the way somebody nearly slammed into your shoulder while running past. “I came, didn’t I? That should count for something.”
“It counts for you being dramatic.”
“I’m dramatic because this place smells like regret and bad decisions.”
Your friend barked out a laugh. “That’s every college party.”
“Exactly why I hate them.”
She rolled her eyes before shoving a drink into your hand anyway, immediately getting distracted when someone across the room called her name. The second she disappeared into the crowd, you exhaled slowly, finally alone for maybe the first time since arriving.
Your gaze drifted around the apartment lazily until—
Oh.
Absolutely not.
Leaning against the far kitchen counter like he owned the entire building stood Toji Fushiguro, dark shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders, one tattooed arm resting against the marble countertop while he spoke to someone beside him.
Even from across the room, he carried that same infuriatingly relaxed expression he always wore, like nothing in the world could genuinely bother him.
And next to him—
Of course.
Because apparently your night wasn’t miserable enough already.
Ryomen Sukuna sat lazily on top of the counter itself, one leg hanging over the edge while he scrolled through his phone with complete disinterest. The second his eyes lifted though, sharp crimson gaze locking onto yours through the crowd, something smug flickered across his expression immediately.
Like he found this funny.
Like fate itself had personally delivered entertainment to him.
Your stomach dropped instantly.
“Nope,” you muttered under your breath, already turning away.
Unfortunately for you, Sukuna noticed.
“Well, well,” his voice called out loudly over the music. “Look who decided to show up.”
You closed your eyes briefly.
Ignore him.
Actually ignore him.
You continued walking toward the living room, pretending not to hear him, but that only seemed to amuse him more.
“Hey,” Sukuna called again. “You deaf or just rude?”
“You tell me,” you shot back without looking at him.
A few people nearby immediately reacted with loud “ooohs,” sensing tension like sharks smelling blood in water.
Bad. Very bad.
You heard footsteps behind you before someone suddenly appeared beside you effortlessly.
Toji.
“You always this friendly at parties?” he asked casually.
You looked up at him with visible annoyance. “Do you always follow people around uninvited?”
“Only when they look irritated. It’s entertaining.”
“Glad I could provide tonight’s comedy show.”
Toji’s mouth twitched slightly, almost a smile, which only irritated you more.
Sukuna approached a second later, slipping beside Toji with his hands shoved into his pockets. “She’s been in a bad mood since the first time I met her.”
“You make everybody miserable,” you replied instantly.
“And yet here you are talking to me.”
“I’d rather chew glass.”
“Ouch,” Sukuna mocked dryly. “That one hurt.”
Toji let out a low chuckle beside him while you glared at both of them equally.
You genuinely couldn’t stand either of them.
Toji with his calm, unreadable attitude that somehow made every sarcastic comment sound worse, and Sukuna with his arrogant mouth and constant need to provoke people just because he could. The two of them together were unbearable. Loud in completely different ways. Cocky in completely different ways. Somehow always making every interaction feel like a challenge.
And for some reason, they both loved bothering you specifically.
“Why are you staring?” you snapped finally.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “You look annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.”
“Cute.”
“Say that again and lose teeth.”
Toji snorted softly under his breath.
“You threatening people already?” he mused. “Party barely started.”
You crossed your arms. “Maybe I’d be nicer if certain people disappeared.”
“Aw,” Sukuna mocked. “She missed us.”
“I hope both of you trip down a flight of stairs.”
“That’s not very nice,” Toji said lazily.
“I don’t care.”
Before either of them could answer again, a loud voice suddenly cut through the room.
“TRUTH OR DARE!”
A chorus of cheers immediately erupted from the living room. Someone dragged over chairs while people crowded onto couches and the floor in messy circles. Multiple voices started yelling names, demanding people join.
You already knew this was going to become a disaster.
“No,” you said immediately.
“Yes,” your friend answered immediately after, appearing out of nowhere to grab your wrist again.
“I’m not playing.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I’d rather throw myself out the window.”
“Too late.”
Before you could protest again, she physically shoved you down onto the couch beside the group. Unfortunately—truly unfortunately—the only open spot left happened to be directly across from Sukuna and Toji.
You stared at her in betrayal.
She grinned unapologetically before disappearing into the crowd again.
Traitor.
The game started normally enough. A few harmless truths. Dumb dares. Somebody had to text their ex. Someone else had to take a mystery shot from the kitchen and immediately regretted it. Laughter echoed constantly around the room while the atmosphere grew louder, messier, warmer.
Still, every single time your eyes accidentally drifted up, one of them was already looking at you.
Toji lounged comfortably against the couch like he didn’t have a single care in the world, dark eyes heavy with amusement whenever you glared at him. Sukuna was worse somehow, openly staring without shame, like he enjoyed watching you slowly lose patience.
Which he probably did.
“You’re glaring holes into us,” Sukuna commented eventually.
“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
“Barely.”
“Try harder.”
Someone nearby burst out laughing.
“This tension is insane,” another person muttered.
“They act like divorced parents,” somebody else added.
“I’d rather die,” you said immediately.
“Toji, blink twice if she secretly likes us,” Sukuna said dramatically.
“She’d stab both of us first.”
“Correct,” you answered.
Then suddenly—
“Your turn.”
You blinked.
Everyone was staring at you now.
A grin spread slowly across someone’s face from the opposite couch. “Truth or dare?”
The room grew louder instantly with anticipation.
You should’ve picked truth.
You knew you should’ve picked truth.
But unfortunately pride had always been one of your worst qualities.
You leaned back slightly against the couch cushions, refusing to look nervous even when Sukuna’s eyes narrowed with interest.
“Dare,” you answered confidently.
Immediately, the entire room exploded.
“Ohhhh no.”
“She’s done for.”
“Make it evil.”
“I have the PERFECT one—”
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Why do you sound excited?”
Your friend covered her mouth dramatically like she was trying not to laugh.
That was never a good sign.
Then someone finally spoke.
“I dare you,” they started slowly, grinning wider when your expression immediately darkened, “to spend ten minutes locked in the closet with Toji and Sukuna.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
You stared at them.
“No.”
The room erupted into screams and laughter instantly.
“You HAVE to!”
“That’s the dare!”
“No backing out!”
Your jaw dropped slightly as you looked around at the cheering crowd in disbelief.
“You people are actually insane.”
Sukuna leaned back comfortably, looking entirely too entertained already. “I think it sounds fun.”
“Of course you do.”
Toji glanced toward you lazily before standing from the couch in one smooth motion. “C’mon,” he said casually. “Don’t chicken out now.”
You looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
Then at Sukuna.
Then at the closet door across the apartment.
Then back at your so-called friends who were practically dying laughing already.
This night was going to kill you.
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“That’s actually stupid,” you said flatly while the entire group around you dissolved into obnoxious laughter. “Like genuinely. You all need hobbies.”
“Ten minutes!” someone yelled.
“You’ll survive!”
“Maybe!”
“Lock the door!” another voice shouted immediately after.
“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your face.
Sukuna looked like he was having the time of his life already, lounging back against the couch with a grin sharp enough to start fights. “You’re overreacting.”
“You make people miserable for fun.”
“And?”
“And I don’t voluntarily spend time with people like that.”
“Toji,” Sukuna said casually, not taking his eyes off you, “she’s hurting my feelings.”
“I think you’ll recover,” Toji answered lazily.
That smug asshole actually looked amused.
You glared at both of them. “You know what? Forget it. I’m not doing this.”
Instant booing erupted around the room.
“NO BACKING OUT!”
“Scared?”
“She’s scared!”
“I am not scared,” you snapped instantly.
“Then prove it,” Sukuna said.
Your eyes narrowed.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
That stupid smug expression on his face only made it worse too, like he’d already won something before the game had even started.
You hated that.
Especially because half the room was now staring at you expectantly.
Your pride was seriously a disease.
“Fine,” you bit out finally, standing abruptly from the couch. “Ten minutes. Then I’m leaving.”
The crowd cheered dramatically.
“YEAHHH!”
“To the closet!”
“This is the best night ever.”
“It’s the worst night of mine,” you muttered.
Somebody immediately grabbed your shoulders from behind before physically steering you toward the hallway while laughing hysterically. The closet door near the laundry room was already being cleared out by people acting like this was some major event.
You looked back once, hoping maybe—just maybe—Toji or Sukuna would decide this was dumb too.
Unfortunately, both of them followed behind without complaint.
Of course they did.
Toji walked with his hands in his pockets, completely relaxed, while Sukuna looked almost excited by the chaos unfolding around him.
“You both look way too comfortable with this,” you complained.
“Toji’s comfortable everywhere,” Sukuna replied.
“That’s because unlike you, I don’t talk constantly.”
“Funny coming from the guy who acts mysterious to avoid conversations.”
“Toji acts mysterious because he’s old,” you cut in.
A few people nearby lost it laughing.
Toji looked down at you slowly. “Old?”
“You heard me.”
“That attitude’s crazy for someone about to be trapped in a closet with me.”
“Oh, shut up.”
The crowd practically shoved all three of you inside before you could say anything else.
The closet door slammed shut.
Darkness swallowed everything instantly except for the faint strip of warm light beneath the door.
Then—
Click.
The lock.
Outside, everyone burst into loud laughter.
“DON’T KILL EACH OTHER!”
“Ten minutes starts NOW!”
“Someone set a timer!”
“This is so toxic!” someone wheezed.
Your jaw clenched immediately.
The closet was small.
Way too small.
Like uncomfortably small.
The air already felt warmer with three people crammed shoulder-to-shoulder between hanging coats and stacked storage boxes. Your back pressed awkwardly against the wall while Toji stood somewhere to your left and Sukuna directly in front of you.
Close.
Too close.
You could barely even move without brushing against one of them.
Nobody spoke for a moment.
Outside laughter and muffled music bled through the walls while silence settled heavily inside the cramped space.
Awkward.
Painfully awkward.
Then Sukuna finally broke it.
“Well,” he drawled lazily, “this is intimate.”
You stared at him in disbelief despite barely being able to see his face properly. “You are unbearable.”
“You say that a lot.”
“Because it keeps being true.”
A low chuckle came from Toji somewhere beside you.
“There she goes again,” he murmured.
“Oh my god, are both of you always this annoying?”
“Yes,” Sukuna answered immediately.
“Toji’s slightly less annoying than you,” you muttered.
“Wow,” Sukuna deadpanned. “I’m devastated.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Toji,” Sukuna sighed dramatically, “why does she hate me?”
“Probably your personality.”
“See?” you pointed vaguely into the darkness. “He gets it.”
“Careful,” Sukuna warned teasingly. “You compliment him too much and he’ll start thinking you like him better.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
Short.
Accidental.
But both of them noticed immediately.
You realized it the second silence fell again.
“…What?” you asked cautiously.
“You laughed,” Sukuna said.
“No I didn’t.”
“You literally did,” Toji added.
“I breathed.”
“That’s embarrassing,” Sukuna mused. “You’re getting comfortable around us.”
“I would rather get hit by a car.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“And you’re obsessed with irritating me.”
“Maybe because your reactions are entertaining.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly against the wall— and instantly regretted it when your shoulder brushed directly against Toji’s chest.
Your entire body stiffened.
The closet suddenly felt even smaller somehow.
“Relax,” Toji said quietly.
“I am relaxed.”
“You jumped.”
“I did not.”
“You definitely did,” Sukuna added smugly.
You wanted to strangle both of them.
Outside the closet, your friends were still laughing loudly every few seconds, probably imagining all kinds of ridiculous scenarios already.
Meanwhile you were stuck in a cramped dark space slowly losing your sanity.
Then Sukuna suddenly spoke again.
“You know,” he said casually, “I think she likes you more.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned immediately. “Not this again.”
“Toji got a laugh outta you.”
“You two are acting like middle schoolers.”
“You didn’t deny it though.”
“I literally hate both of you equally.”
“That sounds dishonest,” Toji murmured.
Your eyes narrowed.
Even in the dark, you could practically hear the amusement in his voice.
“You’re really confident for someone trapped in here too,” you shot back.
“I’m not trapped in here with you,” Sukuna said lazily. “You’re trapped in here with us.”
“You are so corny.”
“You smiled again.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
The confidence in his voice made your stomach twist with irritation.
Or maybe something else.
You didn’t want to think about that possibility.
Then suddenly, movement.
Toji shifted closer slightly, probably trying to lean against the wall better in the cramped space, but the motion forced you forward unexpectedly.
Right into Sukuna.
Your breath caught instantly when his hand grabbed your arm automatically to steady you.
The entire closet went quiet.
Completely quiet.
His grip wasn’t rough.
That somehow made it worse.
Your heart stuttered stupidly in your chest as you looked up—and realized just how close he actually was now.
Too close.
Close enough to feel warmth.
Close enough to hear breathing.
Close enough that if either of you moved even slightly—
“You good?” Sukuna asked softly.
Softer than before.
Different.
And before you could answer, Toji suddenly leaned down near your ear from behind, voice low enough to send heat straight up your spine.
“Careful,” he murmured. “You’re getting nervous.”
You hated how easily Toji could say things like that—calm, close, completely unbothered while the air between all three of you felt like it had thickened into something harder to ignore. His voice was right behind you, low enough that it didn’t belong to the chaos outside anymore. Outside, your friends were still laughing, still shouting nonsense through the door, still treating this like a joke.
Inside, it didn’t feel like one anymore.
“I’m not nervous,” you said quickly.
It came out sharper than you meant it to.
Sukuna let out a quiet laugh in front of you. “That was immediate. That’s usually a tell.”
“Shut up.”
“See?” he continued, like you hadn’t spoken at all. “She’s defensive now too.”
“I’ve been defensive since I got shoved in here with two people who I hate the most don’t know when to stop talking.”
“Toji doesn’t talk that much,” Sukuna added casually.
“Don’t drag me into your argument,” Toji replied.
But he didn’t move away.
That was the problem.
None of them did.
The closet was still dark, but your eyes had adjusted enough now that shapes were clearer—Sukuna in front of you, shoulders slightly angled like he was still blocking the narrow space without even trying. Toji behind you, closer than before, his presence steady and heavy in a way that made it impossible to forget he was there.
And you.
Stuck in the middle of it.
Perfect.
“Ten minutes is a long time,” Sukuna said after a beat, voice lighter again. “We could actually get to know each other.”
“I already know you’re insufferable.”
“That’s surface level.”
“There is no deeper level I want to explore.”
Toji hummed faintly behind you, almost like he was amused by the back-and-forth rather than participating in it. “She’s consistent at least.”
“Don’t compliment me,” you muttered.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“It felt like one.”
“Then you’re imagining things,” he said simply.
That should’ve ended it.
That should’ve ended it.
It didn’t.
Instead, Sukuna shifted slightly forward. Not enough to touch you—but enough that the space changed again. Like he’d decided standing still wasn’t enough anymore.
“You’re still avoiding eye contact,” he noted.
“There’s nothing to look at.”
“That’s a lie,” he said instantly.
Your eyes snapped up.
Bad decision.
Because he was already looking at you.
Fully focused now, no humor in the expression this time—just that familiar sharp attention that made it feel like he was picking apart every reaction you tried to hide. Like he was waiting for something.
“You’re really serious about hating us, huh?” Sukuna asked.
“I don’t do fake reactions,” you said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
A pause.
Then Toji, quieter: “She doesn’t hate us.”
You turned your head slightly, immediately irritated. “Excuse me?”
He didn’t even sound phased. “If you actually hated us, you wouldn’t still be standing here arguing.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“It kind of is,” Sukuna added.
“Oh my god, you two are so—”
Your words cut off when Toji shifted again.
closer.
Not aggressive. Not sudden.
Just… closing distance in a way that made the cramped closet feel even smaller than it already was.
You could feel him now.
Too clearly.
Your voice lowered without permission. “Can you stop moving?”
“Why?” Toji asked.
“Because there’s nowhere else to go.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
Sukuna laughed under his breath. “He’s enjoying this.”
“I’m not enjoying anything,” Toji replied, but there was something faintly amused in it anyway.
You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to ignore the way your pulse felt annoyingly aware of every inch of space—or lack of it.
Outside, someone shouted something indistinct.
The group still existed.
The party still existed.
But it felt distant now. Like another room entirely.
Inside the closet, the silence stretched again.
Then Sukuna spoke, softer this time.
“You always this tense around people you hate?”
“I’m not tense.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” Toji added, like it was fact.
"Oh shut the fuck up," You shot a look toward him. “Why are you agreeing with him?”
“Because he’s right.”
That made you pause.
A second of silence followed—heavier than the others.
You hated that your body was reacting before your brain could catch up. Hated that you were hyper-aware of everything: the warmth, the proximity, the way Sukuna wasn’t joking as much anymore, the way Toji’s voice had dropped lower since earlier.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.
It was supposed to be stupid.
Funny.
Over in ten minutes.
Not… this.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“I’m not thinking at all.”
“Liar.”
You scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know you don’t back down easily,” he said immediately.
That landed differently than you expected.
Not teasing.
Just observant.
Toji’s voice followed, quieter again. “And I know you’re not scared of us.”
Your breath caught for half a second before you forced it out.
“That’s not what this is,” you said.
“Then what is it?” Sukuna asked.
You didn’t answer immediately.
Because the truth was annoying.
It was cramped space and too much attention and two people who refused to treat you like you were invisible in a room full of noise. It was them watching you like you were something worth reacting to instead of someone easy to ignore.
It was—
“Ten minutes,” you finally said. “That’s what this is.”
Sukuna hummed. “We’re halfway through.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Toji shifted again—slower this time. Careful, but still closing distance in a way that made your back instinctively press further into the wall.
Not from fear.
From awareness.
“Relax,” he said again, softer than before.
You let out a short laugh. “You keep saying that like it means anything.”
“It does.”
“It really doesn’t.”
Sukuna took another step forward.
Now there was barely space left in front of you at all.
“Here’s something I’m curious about,” he said.
You narrowed your eyes. “Of course you are.”
“If we were actually the problem,” he continued, ignoring you, “you would’ve left the moment the door opened.”
You froze slightly.
“That’s not—”
“But you didn’t,” he finished.
Silence again.
Thicker this time.
You opened your mouth to argue—
—but Toji leaned down slightly behind you, close enough that his voice brushed the edge of your ear again.
“Time’s almost up,” he murmured.
And for the first time since the door closed—
you realized you weren’t thinking about the ten minutes anymore.
You were thinking about how close they still were.
How neither of them had moved away.
everything would change.
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The closet felt smaller with every passing second, the air thick and heavy with their combined scents—Toji’s earthy musk mixed with Sukuna’s sharper, almost metallic edge. Your back pressed against the wall, heart hammering as their bodies boxed you in without a single inch of space left between you.
Toji’s broad chest hovered inches from yours, his scarred hand already resting on your hip like he owned it, while Sukuna’s crimson eyes locked onto your face with that predatory smirk, one hand braced above your head on the shelf.
Your confidence cracked first. You swallowed hard, voice coming out shakier than you wanted. “This dare is stupid. I’m leaving.” You tried to push past Toji, but his grip tightened instantly, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to bruise.
“Running already, doll?” Toji’s voice dropped low and rough, no trace of his usual lazy drawl. He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “Door’s locked from the outside for the next ten minutes. You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Sukuna chuckled darkly, stepping in to block any other escape route, his larger frame crowding you from the side.
“Look at her face. All flushed and pretending she doesn’t want this. Pathetic little thing. You’ve been eye-fucking us both all night and now you act shy?” His hand shot out, gripping your chin to force your gaze up to his. “Stay. Or we make you.”
You slapped his wrist away, anger flaring hot in your chest even as heat pooled between your thighs. “Fuck off, both of you. This isn’t funny anymore.”
But your protest died when Toji’s free hand slid up under your skirt without warning, fingers dragging along your inner thigh until they cupped your pussy through your panties. The thin fabric was already soaked.
“Wet as fuck,” Toji growled, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “Told you she likes it when we team up on her. Enemies or not, we both know what this slut needs.”
Sukuna’s hand joined his, yanking your panties aside roughly so two thick fingers plunged straight into your cunt. The stretch burned deliciously as he curled them deep, scissoring your walls while Toji’s thumb kept grinding your swollen clit.
You gasped, knees buckling, but they held you upright between them. “She’s dripping down my hand already. Greedy hole sucking me in like it’s starving.”
You moaned despite yourself, head falling back against the wall as they worked you in tandem—Sukuna pumping his fingers hard and fast while Toji slapped your clit lightly, sharp little stings that made your hips jerk.
Their mouths descended at once. Toji claimed your lips in a sloppy, bruising kiss, tongue shoving deep and tangling with yours while Sukuna latched onto your neck, biting and sucking marks that would show for days.
Spit trailed down your chin from the messy kiss, and Toji pulled back just to spit into your open mouth before diving in again.
"Open wider, whore,” Sukuna snarled against your throat, adding a third finger to stretch your pussy wider. “Gonna ruin this cunt before we even fuck you.”
He pulled his fingers out only to slap your pussy hard, the wet sound echoing in the tight space, then shoved them back in knuckle-deep. Your walls clenched around him as another orgasm built fast and sharp.
Toji yanked your top down, freeing your tits so he could pinch and twist your nipples viciously, rolling the sensitive buds until tears pricked your eyes. “Look at these pretty tits bouncing while Sukuna fingers you stupid. Bet you want both our cocks stuffing you full, don’t you? Say it.”
You shook your head, defiant even as your body betrayed you, hips rocking down onto Sukuna’s thrusting fingers. “N-no… fuck you.”
Sukuna laughed, pulling his fingers free to shove them into your mouth instead, making you taste your own arousal. “Suck. Clean them like the nasty cumdump you are.”
While you obeyed, gagging slightly on his thick digits, Toji freed his cock and rubbed the fat head against your soaked folds. He didn’t wait—slamming inside in one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs. Your walls stretched painfully around his girth, but the burn only made you wetter.
Sukuna freed his own cock next, pressing it against your lips. “Choke on mine while he wrecks your pussy.” He gripped your hair tight, forcing his length down your throat in one go.
They both had you gagging and moaning around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as Toji pounded into you from below, each thrust lifting your feet off the ground. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur while Sukuna face-fucked you mercilessly, balls slapping your chin.
They competed for every reaction—Toji spanking your ass with sharp cracks that left your skin burning, Sukuna biting down on your nipple hard enough to draw a cry around his cock.
When Toji pulled out to flip you around, bending you over so Sukuna could take your pussy next, the pink-haired man didn’t hesitate. He drove in deep, railing you with punishing strokes while Toji spread your ass cheeks and spat on your tight hole, working one finger inside your ass to stretch you for more.
"Gonna take us both,” Toji rasped, lining his cock up with your ass once Sukuna pulled back slightly. They worked in sync, double penetrating you in the cramped closet—Toji’s cock spearing your ass while Sukuna’s filled your pussy to the brim.
The stretch was obscene, your body shaking as they thrust in alternating rhythms, filling you completely with every snap of their hips. Sloppy kisses landed wherever they could reach—your shoulders, neck, mouth when they turned your head—while degradation spilled from their lips.
“Such a filthy slut, taking two cocks like you were made for it,” Sukuna grunted, slapping your clit in time with his thrusts. “Cum on us. Now.”
You shattered hard, pussy and ass clenching around them as waves of pleasure crashed through you. They didn’t stop, fucking you through it and into another, then another, until your legs gave out.
Toji came first, flooding your ass with hot cum that leaked out around his cock. Sukuna followed seconds later, pumping your pussy full until it overflowed, thick ropes mixing with your juices.
But they weren’t finished with you yet. Toji pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard and glistening, only to spin you around and drop you to your knees on the closet floor. “Clean me up, doll. Use that pretty mouth like the cock-hungry slut you are.”
His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you forward as you opened wide and took him deep, tasting the mix of your own arousal and his release on your tongue.
You gagged as he thrust shallowly, spit dripping down your chin while Sukuna knelt behind you, spreading your cheeks and shoving two fingers back into your cum-slick ass.
He worked them in and out roughly, scissoring to keep you stretched and open, his free hand reaching around to slap your clit in sharp, stinging bursts that made your hips buck.
Sukuna’s voice was a low growl against your ear. “Look at this greedy little hole still twitching for more. Bet you want us to switch this time—my cock buried in your ass while Toji wrecks that sloppy cunt again.”
He yanked his fingers free and replaced them with the thick head of his dick, pushing in without mercy until his hips met your ass. The burn mixed with pleasure as he started pounding, each thrust forcing you further onto Toji’s length in your mouth.
Toji held your head steady, forcing eye contact as he fucked your throat, tears streaming down your face from the intensity. “That’s it, mama. Take it all. Choke on this dick while he ruins your ass.”
They moved in tandem again, double penetration hitting deeper in this new angle. Sukuna’s hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you back onto him with every snap of his pelvis, while Toji’s cock slid in and out of your throat, saliva and precum mixing in messy strings.
Your body trembled through another orgasm, walls fluttering around nothing until Toji reached down to rub your swollen clit in tight circles. Sukuna leaned over your back, biting down on your shoulder as he came again, pumping another thick load deep into your ass.
The sensation triggered Toji, who pulled out just enough to paint your tongue and lips with his second release, forcing you to swallow every drop before shoving back in to make sure you took it all.
Finally spent, they eased out of you, cum leaking from both holes in thick trails down your thighs. Toji helped you to your feet, his touch surprisingly steady as he tugged your clothes back into place with a smirk.
Sukuna wiped a stray streak of release from your chin with his thumb, pushing it between your lips for one last taste. The charged silence lingered for a beat, their bodies still close, breaths mingling in the tight space.
Then the closet door clicked open from the outside, light spilling in as laughter echoed from the party beyond. You stepped out on shaky legs, their eyes following you with that same unified hunger, the night far from over.
── დ ──
The noise of the party hit you all at once.
Music. Voices. Someone shouting over a drinking game across the apartment. The bass vibrating through the floor hard enough to pull you back into reality after what had just happened behind that closed door.
Except reality didn’t feel real anymore.
Not when you could still feel their attention on you like heat crawling across your skin.
The crowd immediately exploded the second all three of you stepped out.
“OH MY GOD.”
“NO WAY.”
“Why do they all look like that—”
“I KNEW SOMETHING HAPPENED.”
“Shut UP,” you snapped immediately, glaring at your friends while trying desperately to ignore the smirks spreading around the room.
Unfortunately, your voice lacked its usual bite.
Which only made everyone react worse.
Sukuna walked out behind you looking entirely too pleased with himself, hands shoved lazily into his pockets while people immediately started yelling questions at him from the couch.
“How was it?”
“Did anyone die?”
“You look evil right now.”
“I always look evil,” Sukuna answered smoothly.
“Toji?” someone else called.
Toji only shrugged once, calm as ever, though there was something unreadable sitting behind his expression now. Something quieter. More dangerous.
Then his gaze flicked toward you again.
Your stomach tightened instantly.
Yeah.
You needed air.
Now.
“I’m going outside,” you muttered quickly.
Nobody stopped you this time.
The apartment balcony was colder than expected, crisp night air hitting your face the second you stepped outside. The city lights blurred in the distance beneath the dark sky while muffled music still pulsed faintly through the walls behind you.
Finally.
Silence.
Well—almost silence.
The balcony door slid open again less than thirty seconds later.
You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.
“You always run away after getting your brains fucked out, brat?” Sukuna’s voice teased lightly.
“I’m not flustered.”
“Sure.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the railing. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“No.”
Another presence stepped onto the balcony.
Toji.
Of course.
“You two asshole's travel in pairs now?” you muttered.
“Seems like it,” Sukuna replied.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
The tension from the closet still lingered heavily between all three of you, quieter now but somehow more dangerous outside the chaos of the party. The city wind tugged lightly at your clothes while distant sirens echoed somewhere far below.
Then Toji spoke.
“You’re thinking too hard again.”
You looked over at him. “You say that like you can read minds.”
“No,” he answered simply. “You just get quiet when something matters.”
That caught you off guard enough to shut you up for half a second.
Sukuna noticed immediately.
“There it is again,” he said with a grin. “That look.”
“What look?”
“The one where you don’t know what to say.”
“I always know what to say.”
“Not tonight.”
You hated how right he was.
Everything tonight had thrown you off balance in the worst possible way. They got under your skin too easily. Knew exactly how to provoke reactions out of you. And somehow, despite all the arguing and tension and constant fighting—
you hadn’t walked away.
The realization sat heavier now than it did in the closet.
You exhaled slowly, staring out over the city lights. “You both are seriously annoying.”
Sukuna laughed softly. “There she is.”
“But,” you admitted reluctantly, “I guess tonight wasn’t completely terrible.”
A dramatic gasp came from Sukuna instantly.
“Toji, did you hear that? She likes us.”
“Don’t push it.”
Toji’s mouth twitched faintly, almost another smile.
The balcony fell quiet again after that, but this time it wasn’t awkward.
It was easier.
Warmer.
Like something between all three of you had shifted permanently.
Inside the apartment, your friends were probably still losing their minds trying to figure out what happened in that closet. Tomorrow would be unbearable. The teasing alone would probably haunt you for weeks.
But strangely enough?
You didn’t really care.
Not when Sukuna was leaning lazily against the balcony doorway watching you with open amusement.
Not when Toji stood beside you in comfortable silence like he’d always belonged there.
And definitely not when, for the first time all night, you realized you were smiling too.
Maybe this night had changed everything after all.
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A/N: this story style was heavily inspired by @jazzthatonewriterchick and this whole story was requested from @sirensdairy
