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I'd consider myself an old school otaku... lol
I read Manga, Manhwa, and Manhuas, and enjoy anime of various kinds. I've only recently taken up writing fanfics, and mostly write snu because … that's what I feel like doing. 🤭
HOWEVER: I've decided to add some SFW works also. I want minors to feel safe coming to my page to read, so I'll mark any NSFW stuff I post that doesn't have a banner as "Mature" going forward.
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I am more than happy to take them. 😊 But please be mindful of the level of pressure applied to your requests, as I am a mom and have a child that takes up all of my time. lol (that can explain why it takes a while for me to complete chapters). I honestly am not exactly sure how this process works, though I've been here for nearly a year... I suppose I can share my parameters. Here are my rules:
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Completed Works (all NSFW):
Line Of Sight - Satoru G.
To Deserve You. - Choso K.
The Sweetest Beat - Megumi F.
A Hunter's Interest - Jinwoo S.
Bartender Dabi - Touya(Dabi) T.
Baby, Can I Use Your Car? - (SMAU)
Main Fic Works In Progress:
Line Of Sight - Ch.02
To Deserve You - Ch.04
A Hunter's Interest - Ch.02
The Sweetest Beat - Set 7
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🤎 NOTE: All characters depicted on my blog + fics are 21+!
bf!choso, who watches you shower through the glass pane door just to masturbate and drool over your pretty body.
bf!choso, who loves being on top just so he can watch your face while he ruins you.
bf!choso, who watches you get ready through the mirror, pretending he’s not staring while absolutely memorizing every movement you make.
bf!choso, who clings to your waist when you walk past, like he physically can’t let you out of reach for more than a second.
bf!choso, who sneaks peeks at you changing clothes through the cracked bedroom door, his hand slipping into his pants to stroke his hardening cock while imagining burying his face between your thighs, lapping at your wet folds until you beg him to stop.
bf!choso, who drops to his knees the second you snap your fingers, eyes wide and pleading as he nuzzles against your inner thighs, inhaling your scent deeply before spreading your legs wide and diving in to suck on your clit with desperate, sloppy hunger, his tongue flicking relentlessly even as tears stream down his face from overstimulation.
bf!choso, who begs you to ride his face after a long day, gripping the sheets as you grind your pussy against his mouth, his muffled moans vibrating through you while he swallows every drop of your arousal, refusing to let you pull away until he's made you cum at least twice.
bf!choso, who watches you sleep at night, his gaze fixed on the way your shirt rides up to expose your panties, leading him to carefully pull them aside and lick slow, worshipful stripes along your slit, waking you with soft whimpers of need as his obsession takes over.
bf!choso, who follows you around the house like a lost puppy, stealing moments to press his face into your crotch whenever you're sitting, inhaling greedily and humping your leg subtly, his submissive whines growing louder if you tease him by denying him a taste.
bf!choso, who masturbates furiously to the memory of your last encounter, replaying how you pinned him down and made him eat you out for hours, his cock leaking pre-cum as he edges himself, whispering your name like a prayer until you catch him and punish him by sitting on his face again.
bf!choso, who gets on all fours for you without hesitation, arching his back as you finger his ass while he eats your pussy from below, his tongue thrusting deep inside you in rhythm with your movements, completely lost in his submissive haze and the intoxicating flavor of your juices.
bf!choso, who leaves voicemails of himself moaning your name while fingering his own hole, describing in explicit detail how he dreams of you using his mouth as your personal toy, begging for the chance to prove his devotion by making you squirt all over his face.
He's back. 🖤
"Solo Leveling: Beyond the System", Anime Movie
Announced by Aniplex and Crunchyroll
"Announced during the Crunchyroll Showcase at Anime Expo 2026, Solo Leveling: Beyond the System is a theatrical movie adapting the next phase of Sung Jinwoo’s journey, continuing from where Solo Leveling Season 2 left off."
※ Full Article on Crunchyroll
※ Art and video cred to Crunchyroll
Minors DNI *Photos obtained from Pinterest and Adobe. 100% credit to the creators.
Synopsis: Reader meets her shiny new neighbor through a mutual friend. After a memorable first impression, they quickly become closely acquainted, acclimating to one another through unavoidable odds. Yet, and despite his polished demeanor, she soon learns his life isn't as it seems. Her only hope is that her new attachment doesn't lead to her own detriment, or his.
I insisted on taking a minute to update this work.
I haven't changed any of the storyline, but I have edited quite a bit of the dialogue to reflect my true intentions for the feel of the story.
Despite the time it's taking, It's important to me that it turns out the way the vision I have for it is set in my mind. Apparently I'm truly stubborn in that way, unwilling to let things alone when I know they can/or should be improved.
I realized something strange about me through the process of writing for Gojo... I hold him in tremendously high regard.
I have pretty lofty expectations for this story/Satoru's character, ultimately for myself... As a result, I'm thinking way too hard on this project, and haven't fully relaxed into the process as I have for my other stories.
I'm looking forward to the upcoming chapters of this work, and I hope you guys appreciate the updates and are able to see my vision as well.
As always...
Thank you so much for reading! 🥰
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Animated Dividers by @cafekitsune
Dividers by @saradika-graphics & @CocoManga
Fanart By May, @Illust_Man_2020
Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea.
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Reader is encouraged to listen to music mentioned for context :)
WC : 20K!
Wanna take it from the top? Start at Set 1🎶;)
<<The Sweetest Beat - Set 6
The Sweetest Beat - Set 7 (Pt.2)
The Sweetest Beat - Set 8 >> Coming Soon :)
TSB - Masterlist ~ AO3 | Wattpad | Playlist
Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.
..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....
“The Sweetest Beat“ Spotify Interactive Playlist:
▶SET 7
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
After Dark – Mr. Kitty
The Rain Song – Led Zepplin
Into the Blue – Galleaux
Frozen – Sabrina Claudio
Whale and Wasp – Alice in Chains
Paranoia Purple (Live at Electric Lady) – Yebba
Wild Horses – The Sundays
Stay the Night – The Internet
Middle of the Night – Elley Duhe
Sweet Tea – Snoh Alegra
How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead
Nude – Radiohead
Shape of My Heart – Sting
Quick Note:
HEY GUYS!!
You’re probably wondering why I split this chapter.
Well, its because Tumblr wont allow me to post it all on one thread.🙄
Its twenty thousand words long, and I didn’t feel like sitting here for hours trying to figure out how to satisfy Tumblr’s 1000 block limit. 😅
I took the time to format this work the way I wanted it read/seen, so I kept it that way. I hope it isn't an inconvenience for you guys.
Set 7 is posted in its entirety on AO3 and Wattpad right now, along with the Spotify Interactive Playlist. As far as I'm concerned, this has taken far too long.😩
Please forgive any hiccups.
I was SO ANXIOUS to get this released.
As usual, I'll correct any errors I catch later, including any music I wanted to add.
I love and appreciate you all for hanging in there with me! 🥰
In the meantime, please enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*
“Wait... What?” you squinted, shaking your head as if something that made no sense at all was inside and you wanted it gone. “You know him?“
“Yeah... but... how do you?” Megumi replied, as
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
played from the stage.
You scoffed, closing the small gap between you. “He works with me.“
“Since when?” He frowned.
“Since like... a week ago? My manager brought him in to help out. I’d never seen him before then.”
Your eyes darted to each part of your man’s face, wishing you could jump inside his brain to find out what exactly It was he was thinking... or feeling. “Were you friends or something?“
Megumi peered over at Yuji who was serving Sukuna another drink, as apparently the one you just saw in his hand was already gone.
His gaze then drifted toward Choso, who stood on stage looking equally puzzled, the left side of his face grimacing as he held out his hands and a “What the fuck?” mouthed from his lips.
“Friends? No. He was the lead in a rival band back in college, and one of the reasons we were more than happy to move back home.“
He huffed, rolling his eyes, his normal I-don’t-give-a-fuck expression cracked by his frustration, yet, as always, he still managed to keep his cool. “But... even if he is working with you, I still don’t get what the he’s doing here?“
The longer Megumi’s confused expression lingered, the more frustrated you got that his night could be ruined by this random and obviously unwelcomeguest.
And just then, something dawned on you.
Sukuna had been sitting at your desk for quite a while that night with your flash drive poking out of your computer before you showed up at work. You immediately winced at the conclusion you drew. “Nah, no way he did that.“
Megumi’s head swiveled to face you, “Did what?” he asked, his pretty blues scanning your dumbfounded face as you realized you’d said that out loud.
You hesitated, wheels still turning in an attempt to make sense of it all. “He was at my work desk... rummaging through my computer the night we rehearsed at your studio.“
You glared over toward Sukuna and the ridiculous smirk he had plastered on his face as he leaned casually, confidently against the bar.
Megumi scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes again, finishing the rest of his second beer. “Yeap, sounds about right.” He raised his hand to get Itadori’s attention.
“What ’sounds about right’?” you questioned, your frown growing deeper the more anxious this situation made you.
“Sukuna’s a fucking asshole.” His brows pressed into his forehead, yet his lips remained tight as he began his explanation. “He gave us hell throughout campus and elsewhere, talking shit about our band, following us around to every event and competition, working overtime to give us a bad name.“
He quickly glared toward Sukuna’s smug face, then turned back to rake his gaze over you again as his wheels turned.
Megumi was always quick on the uptake, that big brain of his rivaling every other part of his greatness as he put two and two together with an abundance of speed.
Your work. ... Your computer. ...Your face, your voice. ... You…
Currently in what some would consider to be Megumi’s “possession“. Especially after tonight.
And now that Sukuna knows that, well, it doesn’t take rocket science to determine what that would mean for the three of you if he wanted nothing more than to be the bane of Megumi’s existence.
And a woman like you, looks aside, after what he’d seen of you at this show, He’d perceive you to be no less than the perfect vessel for his malice.
Even if the end result was for him to have you to himself.
You remained glued to Megumi’s side, your eyes fixed on his face, the inner corners of your brows turned up as you waited to hear what he’d say next.
After all that had passed through his mind like a shock-wave, his gaze simply softened before resting back at yours, his lips manifesting a single request with a subtle upward nod.
“Take a shot with me.“
Yuji handed Megumi two shot glasses of Yamazaki, having overheard your conversation. “Unfortunately, his band is just as badass as he is an asshole.” He whined, as he poured a third for himself.
Megz continued. “His presence here won’t be anything less than hell. I’m sure he’s only here to start more shit.“
You puckered your lips, taking the shot from Megz’s hand.
Of course they finished first as you allowed it to submerge your tongue and fill your senses on the way down. You grimaced as the heat gathered in your throat and you set the glass back down on the bar.
Yuji stacked them, taking them behind the bar as he leaned in to talk to Nobara.
“What do you think he could possibly be up to this time?” you questioned. “I mean, specifically. You guys are already practically established here. What could he do to change that?“
The concern on your face was more than enough to soften even Megumi’s heart. So innocent. So considerate. So cute.
So... naive.
Perhaps it was a good thing that the obvious didn’t cross your mind for Megumi’s sake. Considering especially as he looked at you, he would be the one with the most to lose should anything be done ’to change that’.
Your emo boy flashed a sneak of a smile as everything in him wanted nothing more in this moment than to lock you up, chain you down, and keep you safe.
From everyone except himself, of course.
His lids rested over his contemplative eyes as he let how cute you were stir up his anxiety to get you out of here.
“Who knows?” Megumi answered, breaking his never-ending train of thought with raised brows, lips turned up in the corners and exhaustion already gracing his face, though nothing has really happened yet. “But whatever it is, it’ll probably be fucked up.“
You huffed, “I can’t believe he went through my shit like that.” You shook your head in disbelief, especially at the fact that he’d do something like that so blatantly in front of Geto. You wondered how close they were. “I gotta report him.“
“Be careful.” Megumi warned quickly, peeking at you out the corner of his eye, watching the wheels in your brain turn right in front of him.
“What? Why?“
He shrugged, “If he went that far, he’ll do more“. Megumi’s demeanor was characteristically calm, considering the implications of his accusation. “I haven’t dealt with him in a while, but I know he can be pretty relentless.” he spoke with a hint of genuine worry in his voice that you could recognize even in this crowd.
“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t wanna waste any more time thinking about it now...” You stood in front of your lover, between his propped up legs, removing his third beer from his hand as you pulled his arms to drape them around your waist.
“It’s your birthday.” you tilted your head, “Don’t you want your present?“
Megumi’s lids lowered slowly as his sights dropped to rest at your chest, lowering more as they cascaded further, tracing the curves of your hips as he allowed the affects of the alcohol to woo him into a chill daze, not remotely replacing the one your presence had on him.
He was finally drunk, but not blind.
With his face still angled in the direction of your thighs, his eyes lifted first to meet your gaze as he murmured, devoid of a smile, “There’s more?” with a hike in his brow.
“Yeah. There’s more.”
He stood to hover, his shadow nearly swallowing you whole as he leaned into your ear. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.“
It was hard to hide the deep blush forming beneath the shimmery highlights on your cheeks as you quickly glanced around, checking for prying eyes.
There were a few, but even a million couldn’t stop you from indulging in this moment. Your tongue pulled your bottom lip behind your teeth as your eyes met his, that pout still on his lips as his gaze darkened at the sight of your adorable face.
“Feeling possessive birthday boy?” you gripped his tee in each of your hands at his sides as he leaned into you to inhale you again, his jet-black strands tickling your neck. “Just so you know,” you droned, “That’s a done mother-fucking deal.“
“Megz!” Nobara yelled from near the front where she and Yuji waited with Tsumiki, giving a sideways nod for the two of you to get lost with them before the crowd made an attempt to follow.
Megumi’s eyes were attached to your neck, your supple skin exposed under your glistening necklace, sparkling with that pretty oil he could smell on you, all of the above making him far more than merely excited to get you wherever you were going next, and quickly.
Mr. Kitty – After Dark
played from the stage as another set of Ino’s friends followed up with a few crowd favorites, allowing you the time you needed to escape, at least a little unnoticed as Toge and Choso hung back a bit to keep them entertained.
Your hands pulled the fabric of his top as he leaned into you even more, “tipsy” describing him fully in this moment, keeping his warm body close as you led him toward the door.
You’d gotten maybe five steps as yet another large body hindered your ability to go any further.
“So you’re not even gonna speak?“
Your smile faded immediately at the sight of him. Sukuna. His full, relatively intimidating frame towering over you.
“Not much to say... We’re on our way out.” You murmured, bluntly.
He stood, swirling his lowball, with a quite pungent iced drink inside that only halfway hid the shady ass smirk on his face.
“That’s all well and good but uh...” an upward nod, “I’m talkin’ to your friend.” his smile grew wider as he tipped his glass into his mouth, eyeballing Megumi.
“Tch.“ Megumi huffed, pressing his body into yours, his chest warm against your shoulder blades. His left hand softly gripped your left arm, sliding down as his fingers curled around until they reached your hand where he threaded them between yours.
His right hand curved around your waist. “She spoke for both of us.” He practically hissed, eyes half lidded. “Sumt’n you need?“
Weird he was able to drink at all with the corner of his lips curved up like that, his gaze never leaving Megumi’s. His glass turned down slowly before he swallowed, “Oh I think I’m fully capable of getting that regardless.“
You rolled your eyes hard, filling your lungs with air as you sighed even harder. “Lets go Megz.” you replied as you pushed past Sukuna, dragging your emo boy along.
Megumi knew it was gonna be a serious problem if you, of all people, were in the middle of whatever Sukuna was up to. He’s at your job, now here.
He knew he could practically count the seconds it would take for his bullshit to be revealed, whatever form in came in.
But never mind that.
You were leaving with Megumi.
And that’s all that mattered...
*~*~*~*~*
You arrived at Megumi’s place before anyone else, as your bestie had arranged for you to have an Uber get you there safely.
Excitement engulfed you as you scanned the quiet, dark atmosphere, despite the subtle chill brushing across your skin. It was a little cold as it often was, the consistent excuse you used to constantly wrap your body around him whenever you came to visit.
It was easy to see the reason he loved having you around. Your warmth brought the kind of life to his space that simply didn’t exist unless you’re there. You or Tsumiki, of course.
At this moment, the only light that shone in the apartment glowed through the tall windows from the streets outside, which was now dusted with white from snowflakes fluttering quietly to the ground.
Megumi closed the door behind you with a soft click as you wandered in, the jingling sound of him dropping his keys in his deep pocket was just about the only thing you heard as he walked past you toward the couch.
You were both quite intoxicated, eyes small, the room spinning ever so slightly, but somehow completely tolerable since you were safe and sound.
Reflections of the night’s events flashed in your mind, adoration sparkling in your eyes all over again as you called out to him, your voice piercing softly through the quiet of his space.
“Hey.”
He turned your direction, brows raised, glassy, lidded eyes meeting yours with curiosity, that dark gaze somehow even sexier right now, the shadows in this wide open room complementing his dark features, making your heart skip as always.
“I have something for you.” You murmured, nervous, yet excited to present it as your heart fluttered in time with the falling snow.
“You’ve given me too much already.” He replied, his voice soft and slightly raspy, yet somehow still didn’t fail to display the adulation that floated on its frequency, despite the rejection.
“You think so?” You frowned, whining. “I like giving you things.” You mumbled as your hand disappeared into your bag.
He took a few steps back, his calves reaching the couch before he plopped down lazily, sinking his torso against the back, and lifting a leg to rest his foot against the table in front of it.
You plopped down on his left side, crossing your left leg toward him as you placed a small package in his palm.
“It’s um... just a little something I thought you’d like.” You presented it as you shyly hid your lips in your mouth, resting the side of your head on the back of the couch.
He observed your expression through his tipsy gaze, your timidity and the soft glint behind your eyes, warming his heart enough to ignite a fierce spark.
He received your gift reluctantly, cutting his eyes toward you as he opened the small black paper bag that shrouded the package, pulling out a container made of stained wood with a tiny hinge on the lid. It was covered with black roses that appeared to be lightly etched in.
You smiled nervously, pressing your shoulder into the back of the couch. “Do you remember that one song you played the night we met?“
“Played a lot of songs that night.” He replied.
“A lot of perfect ones.” You retorted.
He smirked, looking down at the “Heart Shaped Box.“ His softened gaze rested on the object in his hand before meeting yours again, “Of course I remember, silly.“
You pursed your lips as you continued. “Well... since then... I think... you’ve always had mine. My heart, I mean.“
You couldn’t pinpoint why, after all this time, it still felt difficult to tell him how you feel, as whatever the hindrance was still haunted your heart. “I uhm... the box was too plain. I etched the design in.“
He observed it again, astonished.
The tiny roses, thorns, and leaves meticulously designed in the etching was stunning, the notion that it was done by hand forcing a wrinkle in his brow. Was there no end to your talent? He thought, a huff escaping his nostrils behind a faint smile.
“You did this?“
You shrugged a coy shoulder, “Open it.“
He pressed his thumb against the flattened side of the heart shaped box to lift the lid. On the inside, which had a black fabric lining, was what appeared to be a black bracelet.
It was genuine leather, braided, and sturdy, but thin enough to not weigh him down. In the center of the bracelet was a small, round, black crystal.
He tilted his head as he hooked a finger through it, lifting it from the case, sliding his thumb across the braiding. The texture felt good on his skin. “S’nice.“
“Now, look inside.” You grabbed the remote from the table, clicking on the light, dimming it in response to his retreat from the sudden harsh glare from the ceiling.
He met your gaze, confused. “Inside?“
Another nod, “Look inside the crystal“.
He squinted, at the thing, and first glance, it appeared that what you said didn’t make much sense. But he lifted it, bringing it closer to his eyes.
“Allow a little light to shine through.“
He followed your request, lifting it higher, passing light through it. The inside revealed a photo of you. An image that he recalled from the very first night he’d met you.
It was a shot of you sitting, leaning back at the bar, in the very outfit and hairstyle you’d worn as your head tilted back and your eyes looked directly into the camera.
Your lips were slightly puckered over the stunning curve of your neck, and the affect of the light from behind the crystal perfectly complemented your natural glow.
That look in your eyes, the one that had already been etched into his memory from that night as he stood at the bar, the moment he realized you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen was right there, vividly preserved.
And he could see it again any time he wanted.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight, then pulsed again like a thousand drums.
He stared into it a few moments, waiting for his heart rate to calm before he blinked slowly, turning back to glance at your face. Your beautiful anticipatory smile shining back at him.
“What do you think?“
That disappearing smirk flashed again, “No more gifts.“ as he turned toward you.
He leaned in, the bracelet slipping around his palm as his calloused drummer hand cupped your face and his fingers curled around to your nape.
His thumb lightly brushed your chin and across your neck, “It’s my turn to give stuff to you.“
You huffed, clicking the light back off to restore the darker, more comfortable mood as you frowned, “No way, rock-star. It’s your birthday.“
You turned on his system,
Led Zepplin – The Rain Song
playing softly in the background.
“I don’t care.” He purred, his thumb pressing against your chin to turn your head as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling you. His parted lips slid along your pulse point, and then up to your earlobe which vanished between his lips.
The ticklish sensation shrank your shoulder toward your kissed lobe. You giggled as the feeling of him messing with you had your entire body tingling and a shiver trickling down your spine.
“Our people will be here soon.” You complained, as if you wanted him to stop, and his right hand slipped beneath the left shoulder of your jacket.
“Will they?” he breathed into the shell of your ear.
“Y-yeah...” You settled into the moment, soaking up his energy as the tingling sensation crept deeper toward your spine and down your leg.
Yet you paused, eyes widening, as a light bulb went on in your head. You peeled your neck from his lips, staring at him in shock. “What did you do?“
A grin played at his lips as his big sleepy eyes held your gaze. “I told them to get lost.“
Your jaw dropped, “Are you kidding me?“
“Tch... I kid you not.“
“Megz!“
He met your words with his lips, swallowing them whole, his hand still wrapped in his bracelet, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. The taste of your tongue sending a tingle straight to his groin, spreading through every limb.
Yet somehow, in the middle of this intimate moment, a flash of a face belonging to none other than Sukuna, appeared in his mind.
His fingers twitched against your skin, his face scrunching into a frown, even as your lips were connected, and your soft, warm mouth parted wider to welcome his eager tongue.
Out of pure instinct, or maybe just reflexive reaction, Megumi nearly broke the kiss behind the image in his head, yet rebelled against his overly intrusive thoughts.
His thumb slid down your throat as his fingers curled around, resting in that familiar and comfortable position which, somehow now, carried a touch more intensity and possessiveness as you shuddered against it.
“You were... fascinating tonight“. He spoke, his lips still connected to yours.
You giggled as his lips made yours tingle. “Thank you.” you whispered back, the sound of his voice vibrating straight to your core. “And you already said that.“
He pulled back a little to take in your smile, pausing a long moment to enjoy it. He shook his head slowly, “You don’t understand. You were spectacular.“
He rendered you completely timid all over again, complementing your performance. It was the kind of acknowledgment you don’t remember ever receiving from others.
Well, some did say that you were good. But none as professional and supportive as he. His validation meant more to you than your own father’s.
Not that you’d received much in that area from him.
Calling you to help him with work is one thing. But giving you real credit for your work was a stretch, and usually followed by an insult, or an expectation for you to humble yourself immediately after.
“You’re special...” Megumi continued, still watching you shrink, your gaze leaving his as he poured it on thicker with a straight face... “and brilliant. And your voice is beautiful. Everyone should hear more.“
You buried your face in his palm as it rested in his hand, only to have him turn it to face his.
“Let me be your drummer.“
… What? …
You nearly said that out loud.
But… It was a simple statement. Or... question?
Regardless, you didn’t think you’d even heard him correctly.
And if you did, you didn’t believe it was feasible.
Megumi? Playing for you? No way.
You can’t pay him for that. And you didn’t know if he’d even have the time with all of his own work.
Your head began to shake slowly as it tilted to one side, “M – Megz, you don’t have to...” you cut your self off, entertaining the notion that he’s just being nice, offering out of obligation or... “I can’t ask you to” – you sighed. “I can’t afford to pay you for that kind of...“
“I’m your drummer.” He stated, matter-of-factly. “And you didn’t ask. I did.”
Your breath staggered on your inhale, fear welling up in your gut that somehow, someway... you just might disappoint him.
If he actually did this for you.
He stared at your face for a long while, watching your wheels turning again.
“Stop that.” he frowned. “You’re worthy. Just like any of the rest of us.“
You nodded faintly, embarrassed that you’d done exactly what you were trying to avoid. Again. As far as you were concerned, this man was already larger than life, and it was hard enough to believe you were such a huge part of his.
“I told you, I’m giving to you now.” He murmured, closing the gap between your face and his lips as he slid them along your jaw.
“I won’t allow you to neglect my favorite person. Let her have what she deserves.“... He pulled back, your glazed over eyes threatening tears. “Are we clear?“
Your blush swept softly across your cheeks as you nodded again, a tiny smile forcing it’s way through. “Crystal.“
“Good.” Megumi replied, his hand wrapping halfway across your neck as he leaned in to kiss you again. “And now that I have your heart,” he squeezed gently, murmuring between kisses, your pulse beating softly against his palm, “It doesn’t belong to you anymore.“
A warm smile, “That’s the idea, genius.” you drawled against his lips.
A huff of air ghosted across your face from his nostrils with before he continued, “Yeah, but... what about the rest?” his expression melting again into one more serious, his eyes searching and stopping briefly at every beautiful feature on your face, before meeting yours again. “Is that mine, too?“
You lifted your left thigh to relax it across his lap as you turned settling into his space, even closer. “Obviously.” you replied, your hand moving to grip his top at his waist as you pulled him closer still.
A whisper leaves him, like a prayer. “Then don’t leave.“
“What?” you huffed, “Why would I le–?“
“Ever.” He interrupted. “Don’t leave... anymore.“
Your heart felt as if it had suddenly expanded, beating against your ribs. You swallowed hard, the haze of the alcohol clouding your mind as you attempted to grasp what you thought he meant.
Or... what you thought you heard maybe?
“Y –You mean... you want me t –to...“
“Yeah.“
You froze, unable to break your gaze from his. You blinked, or... tried to blink, despite your eyes as wide as a deer in headlights.
It would have been nice to respond.
To say something...
But it seemed all you could do was breathe.
Your lips moved ever so slightly, as if in an attempt to form words but they wouldn’t come. Especially since you had no idea which ones to release first.
But just for the record, “You want me to… stay here?” you clarified.
He nodded. “I can’t...” his eyes left yours for a moment, “uhm...” frowning again as he rationalized.
An uneasiness stirred in him as he raised his hand to swipe his fingers quickly through his jet-black crown, then squinted as he spoke. “I just… need you here.“
He noted your hesitance, “You don’t have to answer now.“ and rested his head slowly against the back of the couch, then turned his face again toward you.
You fixed your eyes on his pout, wondering if the liquor had gotten to him too much this time. “You’re too tipsy.“
He sighed, unable to subdue the anxiety that seemed to press into his chest, then laughed at himself and your comment with a subtle huff. “I have two keys on my ring. Whenever you want one, it’s yours.”
It was nearly impossible to imagine. At least for you at the moment.
Is he serious?
That serious?
“Too much?” he asked, far more than dead serious, despite the liquid courage.
Your body seemed to implode within itself with a million emotions. Regardless, he’d stolen your breath all over again.
Through the still and quiet, the kind you were used to in his place, the wind whistling softly across his windows as the cold fell from the sky.
The dim moonlight reflected from the snowflakes like sparkles as you drew closer to him, your body temperature opposing that of the outside world.
Your warm breath ghosted across his lips as you planted a soft, lingering kiss. The only sounds in the room were of your lips and beating hearts as you gripped the side of shirt and the kiss deepened.
Megumi relaxed into the plush of the couch, melting into your touch, his hands limp at his sides as you took your kiss.
His darkened gaze floated across the pink of your cheeks heightening his anxiety to have you in this place that’s filled with your presence far more not than often.
Into the Blue – Galleaux
played softly into the room as you lifted a hand to cup his cheek.
He shuddered as it slid lower, fingertips trickling along the curve of his Adams apple, goosebumps pricking across his skin. His pulse quickened as your tongue slipped deeper into his open mouth.
A soft moan vibrated from your chords against his lips, his eyes rolling back as the feel, taste, and sound of you filled his senses since for the first time tonight, he finally had you all to himself.
Your fingers traveled lower, riding the curves of his chest, brushing lightly across his perked bud from over his shirt, then lower, slipping under the fabric until his obliques constricted against your fingertips.
Pleasing Megumi made your heart ache, and watching him squirm under your controlled touch was enough to drown you in the depths of desire.
Your thumb pressed into his belly, tickling his side until It was his turn to moan, the deep, guttural vibration piercing straight to your core.
His right hand gripped the thick fabric over the edge of the cushion as your soft hands against the taught skin of his defined abdomen sent rushes of excitement through him.
He opened his mouth wider as your fingers reached their destination and you took your time at his leather belt. You pulled the strap over the buckle, anxiety building as the metal clinked loudly in your ears.
You then tugged the fabric around the button on his jeans that enclosed him, pulling it loose, then gripping the zipper to slide it down slowly as its length curved around his now rock hard manhood.
Your hand slipped past the opening, consuming the space between his boxers and his jeans, the heat from his cock warming you even more.
Megumi pressed himself against your hand, another helpless moan leaving his lips, breaking the kiss to beg. “Can I fuck you, please?” he grunted breathily, his blown out pupils burrowing into yours as you slowly groped his impressive length which snaked along his leg from under his pants. “I’ve been waiting all night.“
Your palm rested along its wide curve, then smoothly slid against its length as he anxiously watched the movement from over the blue fabric.
“You’re asking so kindly...” you whispered as a shudder trickled down your spine, and you walls clenched in anticipation.
The chill in the room seemed to have gone completely, eclipsed by the overwhelming heat between you.
“Hmph…” he breathed with a fading smirk. “You won’t think I’m so ’kind’ in a minute.“
“Mmm… Is that a threat, Fushiguro?“
Megumi’s hand moved from the couch to the curve of your neck to pull you in, closing the small distance filled with your words as he spoke into your lips, “Is that a ’yes’?“
You snickered, “I haven’t decided yet… Maybe I just wanna play with you.“
“Such a fucking tease.” he replied through his teeth.
“Maybe I am. But you like it.” You murmured, your hand gently squeezing his length which continued to grow. “And I thought you didn’t want anymore gifts?” you said, his free arm rested between your breasts.
“And I meant it.” he huffed, bucking into your hand again. “You’re already mine.”
“Touché.” Your hand slid slowly from his groin, up his solid abdomen as it passed his trail of jet black, then back down, slipping under the waistband of his boxers, then gripping his hot length that had grown so hard it was starting to hurt.
Frozen – Sabrina Claudio
played as a low growl erupted from his chest, and your soft hand curled around his cock, his heart drumming a solo against his ribs. “Fuck.“
You worked to release it from its confines, your eyes widening as they rested on its shiny round head. You tightened your grip a little, his hot muscle sliding through your rounded palm.
Megumi squeezed his eyes shut as he pumped himself through your grip, his parted lips touching yours as he practically whimpered.
“Feel good, baby?” you breathed into his mouth.
“Ha~ah… yeah.” he pumped faster. “Stop teasing me...“
You flicked out your tongue, sliding it along his lips, bottom to top, another soft kiss to the bottom. Your thumb traced smoothly along the curve of his glans, capturing the clear fluid that escaped.
He hissed as your soft hand stroked his entire length, precum making the glide smoother. His eyes fluttered shut, hips bucking erratically faster.
His veiny length grew hotter against your palm, your legs pressing together, hips responding as you recalled the feeling of him stretching you with that beautiful tool.
You licked your lips as you left his face, leaning in to his cock, planting an open mouthed kiss to the head, wetting it with a drizzle of your saliva.
Megumi’s eyes flicked open to watch as you kissed it a few more times, teasingly, only the tip, your tongue sliding along his slit.
You hovered, dropping more saliva, pupils blossoming as you watched it drip against your hand and you jerked him off faster.
The wrinkle in his brow deepened and his head fell back against the couch as you wet his throbbing cock.
More liquid seeped from him as you watched his beautiful face with fire in your eyes; red cheeks, parted lips, deep, sensual, broken moans erupting from his chest as he was unable to decide whether to keep his head rested against the couch, or watch you finish him off.
With your free hand, you gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it to his neck as your eyes took in every curve of his chiseled torso.
He lifted his back from the couch, pulling his top off completely. You leaned in to plant open mouthed kisses on his lower abdomen, and your hand continued to stroke him faster, kisses moving higher up his chest.
You pressed your face into the crook of his neck as your hand worked him toward orgasm and you whispered, “Cum for me baby.”
He thrusted even harder, eagerly, heaving sharp breaths through his teeth.
“F-fuck,fuck!!!” he murmured, one hand gripping the life from his cushion, the other slipping between your clenched thighs, fingers grazing your intimacy.
You tightened your grip a little more, stroking a few more times, skin taught around his hard, veiny muscle, until finally he warned…
“I’m … gonna cum! … a~ah! Cumming!“
His body convulsed, deep groans erupting from his chest as he pumped creamy white into your soft hand.
Your bottom lip disappeared behind your teeth as you smoothed his arousal along his thick length, your lusty gaze resting on his reddened face as you watched him ride out his high.
He cut his glazed over eyes toward you, his mouth hanging open, still hard as he huffed.
“So fucking hot.“ you mumbled, barely above a whisper as you smirked, trembling as your hand slid along his shaft, the look on his face driving you nearly feral.
Whale and Wasp – Alice in Chains
You looked absolutely predatory like that, hovering over him, his cum melting along your hand as you lifted your fingers, slipping one past your lips as you tasted him.
“You… fucking… gorgeous creature.“ He panted, shuddering as his dick twitched at the sight of you, his grip tightening around your inner thigh.
You quickly wiped your hand clean, then straddled him, hinging forward, knees pressing into the couch as you cupped his face with both hands, your lips hovering before pressing softly against his, a deep, passionate kiss.
He lifted his hips from between your legs to remove his pants, pulling them down to rest at his thighs as he used his legs to kick them off completely.
His hands slid up your outer thighs, your bare skin warm against his.
His thumbs hooked under your top as he removed it in one swift motion, your hair cascading in wispy bundles over your face and chest.
His hands glided along the curves of your back as they indulged in the suppleness of your flesh, his right hand curving to rest between your right ass cheek and his thigh, and the other around the line of your back, gripping you at the waist.
He squeezed, hard enough to elicit a moan from your lips as he sucked hot pink blotches into the skin of your supple breasts.
“I want you inside me.” you breathed.
Megumi responded, moving to pull down your panties from under your skirt that now rested like a belt around your hips. His hand was met with yours, as you gently guided it toward your sensitivity.
“You... can unbutton it from here.” you murmured.
His fingers slid between your legs, following the curve of your intimacy, back, and forth... Back, and forth, gliding along your soft middle, a tiny moan slipping from your lips as they finally located 2 small snaps on the fabric of your panties at your entrance.
His bows pressed into his forehead as he felt where to pull them loose. He flicked his gaze up to yours, and your surprisingly embarrassed expression.
“Really?” he quipped.
Your face reddened as you buried it in his neck.
“Tch... shy now?” He drawled, his left hand tightly gripping the back of your hair to pull your head up, forcing you to look into his eyes as he slipped his middle finger around the snap without undoing it, sinking it into your opening with ease as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
His tongue pulled his bottom lip behind his teeth as his thumb moved the buttoned fabric out of the way of his hand for better access.
He slowly thrusted a second finger in and out of your soaked opening, feeling you tighten around them each time.
He leaned into your face, fist still full of your hair, “I told you not to hide that face from me.” he purred, pulling back a little to watch every change in your expression.
Your breaths left your lungs in small pants, “More...” you begged, as your hips rolled into his hand.
He smirked as you soaked him, his fingers curling inside to reach that sweet spot that always made you fall apart.
You moaned, desperation gripping you as he thrusted them inside, removing them suddenly to detach the snap from your undies, and moved his large hand to grip his throbbing cock.
You lifted your body as he slid the head around your slick against your folds, moistening it with your arousal. It pressed slowly past your entrance, sinking in just past the head, the stretch absolutely delicious.
“Ngh!!!” you whimpered, shuddering from the fierce electric current.
He pressed in more, a grin curling into his lips as he felt your walls close around him.
He tightened his grip on your hair, leaning in closer as he pressed his lips into your cheek at the corner of your mouth. “Open up, baby“, he purred, as he pressed in even deeper.
“Ha-ngh!!!” Your moan was louder this time, velvety walls stretching to accommodate him.
It was music to his ears.
He couldn’t imagine a better sound.
He grunted in response, “Louder.” … he commanded, his cock throbbing from the sound.
He sank deeper… bottoming out and resting there, offering you a moment to adjust before pulling back, only to see tears prick at your eyes as they rolled back over your quivering lips.
“So fucking perfect.” he murmured, deeply satisfied with your beautiful expression.
You trembled as you tried to move, his length reaching places inside that you never could, and your body already responded, threatening a fierce release.
You pushed yourself up by your thighs, pulling him out just a little, the drag along your walls like the perfect massage, eliciting another deep moan as you gripped his hair with one hand as the other arm draped his shoulders.
He rested his hands on your hips as he guided your movement, thrusting up to reach even deeper as you came back down.
“Aaaah….” you whimpered and gasped, as he continued his thrusts, pulling you down on top of him as the friction generated more heat. “M-Megumi!”
“Ngh, fuck…” His name dripping from your lips sent him into a deeper frenzy as he buried his face in your chest, filling his mouth with one of your supple breasts, sucking hard enough for his cheeks to cave around your perked nipple.
Your moans became louder, your arousal causing him to slip even deeper, kissing your cervix with every thrust until you wailed,
“I’m ... gonna cum!!“
Megumi wrapped his arms around your waist, pounding into you at a steady, perfect pace until your core gripped him like a vice, and your heat coated him like molten lava.
You were everything he could ever need. And gifting you multiple orgasms in the course of an evening was the best way he could imagine spending his birthday.
Or any other...
*~*~*~*~*
You walked into your corporate gig’s building early the next morning, the skip in your step and the glow in your skin making you more radiant than you had been for days.
The harsh florescents beating down from the ceiling pulled no frustration from you today as they normally did. Your body still felt Megumi all over it, and was enough to keep your mind occupied for good.
Or, at least until you saw him again.
You spoke to a few people, flashing genuine smiles, and some muted ones to the meanies out of professional duty.
Some came by your desk for answers about manuals you’d recently completed, as there was a rumor going around that there were already plans to use them to train yet another group of employees.
As far as you were concerned, that was perfectly fine since it likely meant you’d have your load lightened at this place even more. That was a welcome change since ironically it seems to have gotten heavier since... he showed up.
You finished a teachable moment with a colleague as you made your way to the coffee station, grateful that someone made a fresh pot before you’d arrived.
“Ah, nice”. You murmured as you pulled your favorite mug from the cabinet, sighing to yourself as you washed it at the sink in warm water.
You turned to grab the coffee pot only to see a familiar face out of nowhere, smirking down at you, nearly startling you to death.
Sukuna.
You flinched hard, “God!” you nearly yelped, pressing your free hand against your chest.
“Not quite.” He responded, his smirk quickly widening into a sly smile. “I was wondering if it was gonna be a good morning.” he swiped the hot pot from the maker before you did, pouring its contents into his over-sized cup, taking way too much.
“Looks like it is.” he said, casually turning the cup into his mouth as if it wasn’t scorching, or bitter.
You raised a brow, gripping the handle of the pot as you took it for yourself, pouring the remainder in your pink Volkswagen mug. “Good morning, Sukuna.” you spoke with an exhausted tone, rotating your shoulders to pass him as you headed to the fridge.
He took a quick glance around the room, checking for passers by or listening ears. “You’ve uh... got quite the set of pipes on you.” he praised, relaxing his large body against the sink as his biceps bulged from his arm propping himself up with it.
You looked up at him from your angle at the refrigerator door, pulling out the “Italian Creme”.
“Thanks.” you said dryly, suddenly remembering to address something.
“Speaking of... would you mind telling me exactly what you were doing at that venue last night?“
His lips turned down in the corners as he shrugged, “Listening to music?” he replied, squinting as if he didn’t understand your question, then smiling as if he did.
“You know what I mean, Sukuna.” You tried not to slam the door before you walked the creamer back over to your coffee. “That was a private event.“
“Hmph, well that doesn’t make much sense. If that were true, I wouldn’t have been allowed in.” he replied mockingly. “Besides that, where I go outside of work hours is none of your business now, is it?” He said smoothly.
You huffed, “That’s the point though, right?” you finished stirring in the cream, turning toward him. “There’s like...” you shrugged, “I dunno... thirty different clubs in this area? Of all of ’em, how did you end up there?”
“I got a tip from a friend that there was a show.“
You scoffed. “A friend?“
“Yeah.“
“Did that ’friend’ happen to have that information on a computer?”
“Like I said, none of your business.”
“It is if you took the location from my personal files.” You stared at him, shaking your head. “Let’s not play this game. How could you invade my privacy like that?“
He cocked his head sideways, “We’ve already made you aware that these computers, and all the information on them are company property.”
He leaned forward a bit, careful to maintain a healthy workplace boundary as he continued. “If you want privacy, perhaps you should use a different computer.”
You clenched your teeth behind your jaw. “You had to have a reason.” your eyes cutting into his nonchalant gaze, “No one does something like that for nothing.“
His eyes raked over you in a mildly inappropriate manner. He smirked, crossing his chiseled arm over his broad chest, propping his hand under the bicep that held up his ridiculously large mug.
“I’m a musician.” his lips turned down in the corners with a shrug. “I tend to be where music is.”
“Tch. So I’ve heard.”
“Have you?”
“You know I have.”
He held your gaze a moment, his devious smile widening. “Then did you also hear my band’ll be playing there in a month?”
“What?!” you flinched at your own voice, which was a little too loud for the office break-room. Your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, colleagues passing by with confused faces, your blood nearly reaching a boiling point.
“Yeah... get some good music coming out of that spot for once. Show this city what a real rock band sounds like.” His smile was far too bright and genuine for such a disrespectful comment.
If looks could kill, you’d have gotten him workman’s comp at the very least. “You cant be serious.“
“As a heart attack.”
You scoffed, “Unbelievable.” you stared at him a while, blown away by his audacity, yet he just seemed to like the attention. “Don’t you have something better to do?“
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.” His eyes raked over you again, slower this time, enough to send a little shudder through you. “And so do you.“
“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
He chuckled darkly as he turned on his heels out of the break room wearing a sly grin, another employee stopping him for help almost immediately as he hit the corridor.
Your face scrunched, nose flared, eyes fluttering as you grabbed your mug and walked to your desk thinking how that man was truly a piece of work.
Literally.
And off all places, you had to be here with him, for hours on end.
You settled into your seat, re-adjusting, remembering that you wanted to finish a few lyrics to a new song today while you were on your break. Yet, after that little run-in with Sukuna, you felt it really would be best to just to leave all of your personal work at home.
You couldn’t imagine putting Megumi in another difficult situation.
Not after this.
After a few minutes, your phone dings with a text:
Tsumiki: Hey Love! Nobara and I are getting soba for lunch. Wanna come?
You were so happy to hear from them. It was an immediate relief.
You: Absolutely! I miss you guys, already. Sorry about last night.
Tsumiki: no need to apologize, it was his day. we understood.
You: yeah, but... well... we’ll talk about it later. Text the addy?
Tsumiki: Yup. C u there!
You’d actually felt a little guilty that Megumi cut them off last night, especially since Tsumiki only had so much time to stay with you all before she had to be back.
If she hadn’t planned to stay for several days, you likely wouldn’t have let him get away with it, but she didn’t have to leave yet and as she said, it was his birthday.
“You’re here.”
A familiar voice called out to you as you’re hunched over at your desk on your phone. You turned to see Geto sauntering toward you.
What’s up? you asked, taking another sip of your coffee, the warmth actually relaxing you a bit as you swiveled your seat around to face him.
“So... it looks like we’ll need you on another training module.”
“W-what?” Your knee-jerk reaction was frustration, displayed far to clearly in your expression. You quickly straightened your face as you remembered you were in front of a person who could actually fire you. “S-sorry.”
Geto paused a moment, chuckling to himself as he smacked the back of the pen he was holding in his opposite palm. “Look, I’m not picking on you, okay? If you recall, we discussed that there’d be another one.”
“I just... wasn’t expecting it so soon.”
He nodded, “Understandable. But you are one of the best and primary trainers on the team, so naturally you’d be chosen to participate. This is your work, remember?”
You grimaced a little at his very valid point. “Right, but I cant get a break on this? I volunteered to fill in last time.”
“True, but this one is mandatory for leads. We just finalized the details in a meeting yesterday. It’ll be our second module for this term, and hopefully the last for quite some time.”
What’s the time frame looking like?
“We won’t be leaving for another two weeks, so no rush this time. But we’ll be heading to Okinawa.”
“Wow. Okinawa?“
“Yes. Sukuna says it –”
“Sukuna?“
“Yes. It was actually his idea. He’s responsible for handpicking staff and location for training modules. He felt the serene atmosphere will be a nice break, and...” he snickered a little, “considering how hard he’s worked, hoping for a personal vacation that likely won’t come for a while. I think he’s right.“
Your wheels turned violently in your head as your brows threaded together, “Right...” your eyes darting to and fro as you tried to make sense of it all.
“It’ll be a two week stretch so... not as long as the first trip. And no big language gap this time.“
“Okay... Uhm–”
“Also, there happens to be a convention there for the higher ups, so we’ll have a dinner to attend... be sure to be prepared for that. It’s formal.“
Your heart sank into your chest as Geto went on, talks of formalities, fancy rooms, cocktail dresses, business dinners and beaches.
But a light bulb went on in your head, a glimmer of hope, even excitement behind your eyes as you posed the question. “I noticed that some of the staff, on the last trip, were able to bring a plus one... can I–?“
“I’m afraid not. We’ve already hit capacity and...” he frowned “...Well, I don’t mean to sound presumptuous but... I wasn’t aware that you had someone. I might’ve considered that had I known.“
You smiled, uncomfortably, the notion of bringing work colleagues into your personal life making you cringe. “I do. I’m really hoping I could bring him along.“
“Yeah, that’s not possible... Maybe next time.” Sukuna says happily, boldly cutting into your conversation as he sauntered toward you and Geto.
You pursed your lips as you hiked a brow, body tensing as you took a deep breath, hoping he’d leave soon.
“We’ve already chosen the staff, and this trip will be a little different. No ’plus-ones’ this time.” You raised your gaze and he met it with a tilt of his head. “Just us.“
Clearly, Megumi was right. But then, when was he not?
Sukuna’s already infiltrated your work, Megumi’s work, and now you have the sneaking suspicion he’s attempting to interfere in your relationship?
It was getting out of fucking hand.
And you obviously had no idea how far Sukuna was willing to push. But you were getting one. And fast.
You took a deep breath. “Okay then.” your eyes met Geto’s. “I’ll be sure to prepare myself. Will you send details?“
“I will.” Sukuna interjected, crossing his thick muscular arms against his chest again, his weight shifting backward a little as his tattoos peeked through the sleeves of his perfectly pressed oxford. “I’ll be sure to give you everything you need.” he replied, his lips turning up ever so slightly in the corners.
You nodded slowly, noting his slick talk, thanked them as they wrapped up, then turned back to your desk to finish your work.
*~*~*~*~*
Megumi’s band decided to rehearse at Nanami’s since the studio was being rented out by another band. Choso had disappeared into the office for a while, as Megumi and the others went over a few things.
“We can take a break for now. But we’ve still got three more to finish, including Maki’s.” Megumi said, changing one of the high hats on his kit.
“Its about damn time!” Yuji yelled from the bar, receiving deliveries and prepping for the night.
Yuta raised a brow, “Yeah, it is.” he murmured.
Maki snapped her head toward him. “What?! Not you, too...”
Yuta shrugged. “We’ve been waiting forever for you to let us play it. You’re too good to let your music sit this long without exposure.”
“Well, I need it to be exactly the way I want it before I let anyone else in on it!”
“I mean, you’re not wrong, but... neither is he.” Megumi interjected.
“Oh, be quiet.” Maki grumbled.
Yuta chuckled as he and Megumi shared a knowing glance.
“It’s not like I haven’t wanted to perform it.” She replied. “It’s just... a certain someone kind of inspired me recently.” she hiked a shoulder.
“Awww I’m glad to have encouraged you.” Yuta responded with a warm smile.
“Not you, idiot!” Maki snapped. She shook her head, eyes meeting Megumi’s. “That girl’s got no idea how much of a force she can be.”
Megumi looked down at his hand as he quickly twirled his stick, his heart warming as he thought of you. If only Maki knew how right she really was.
At that moment, Choso sauntered out of the office, nose flared.“You’re not gonna believe this shit.” He said, relatively calmly to Megumi as he walked up, despite the implied urgency.
Choso’s eyes scanned the room, catching eye contact with each of them. “Come with me.” He turned toward the bar, “Yuji! You too, bro.” he said, waving for him to join them as they migrated to Nanami’s office.
*~*~*~*~*
“He’s just going to do a couple nights a week to help bring in more cash.” Mei advised, arms crossed as she helped Nanami deliver the news to the band.
Megumi scoffed, arms sinking into his pockets as he closed his eyes, his head dropping down, ‘I knew it’ written all over his face.
“Excuse me?” Maki squinted under a deep frown, working to grasp what the hell was going on.
“You can’t do everything alone Megumi.” Nanami added. “This is business.“
“I haven’t been.” Megumi retorted, head still angled down as he looked up at Nanami. “And there are other bands here. Bands who’ve been waiting in line, patiently, to open for us.”
“True, but none as popular as they are. And with the growth you guys have brought to this venue... we can’t go backwards. You’ve raised the bar, and the crowds are expecting every show to be good.”
Yuji flicked his eyes back and forth between Megumi and Nanami, scrunching his lips in one corner of his mouth.
“We’ll lose money if we don’t get better acts in here. Ones that can meet the standard you’ve set for this place.” Mei continued. “This can’t be about personal issues. It needs to be about profitability. For everyone.”
“How is this even happening?” Yuta asked. “Isn’t there a … process or something?”
“He’s already had a conversation with me.” Nanami replied after a long sigh.
“When?” Toge whined.
“Right?” Choso added, “He just got here like five minutes ago.”
“A couple days ago, actually. Before Megumi’s event. He called us and let us know he was in town.” he looked around at all the disappointed faces.
“Her even brought video footage of his band. And reviews. Plus, the only band here that has a bigger following than they do is you.”
“This Is fucking crazy.” Maki commented.
“Just like the good old days.” Yuta murmured.
“Wild.” Toge chimed.
Megumi’s eyes cut toward Nanami in frustration. But he knew to expect something of this nature. Sukuna was a troublemaker. And he was prepared to have to deal with whatever popped up.
Unfortunately, they really were a spectacular band, and the business part was understood. But this was Megumi’s livelihood. And his home.
Not to mention, you.
Sukuna liked getting under his skin, so Megumi knew, even if a little, he’d involve you in the process. And nothing here besides his family and the people in this room were a bigger part of his life now than you are.
“Look, they wont take your place.” Nanami reassured them as he leaned against a stool with his arms crossed. “They cant. I won’t even allow it. But we’ll still be here when you guys move on to bigger and better things. We need more great bands here. Please work with us on this Megumi.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Are you fucking serious?”
You met her gaze, rolling your eyes. “Girl…” Your heart seemed to twist a little at the tiniest notion of yet another something causing issues in your relationship with Megumi. “I’m already exhausted with his antics. Megumi couldn’t have possibly been more right about him”.
“Why the hell does he need to perform here? Isn’t he leaving soon?” Nobara whined. Clearly aggravated.
“Not that I know of.” You replied. “He’s supposed to be at the office for quite a while now, God knows how long. He worked at a branch closer to the college he attended with Megumi.”
Tsumiki nodded slowly, a knowing look on her face.
You glanced over, feeling the knot in your chest tighten, working to make out the meaning behind her expression behind a wrinkled brow. “What?”
“This is kinda typical.” she sighed, “I mean… It’s not like the same thing will happen between you and Megz, but… Sukuna had a lot to do with his breakup… from Nanako.”
Paranoia Purple (Live at Electric Lady) – Yebba
played on the speaker as your lips parted and you panicked inside. You flattened your back against the cushion of your chair, eyes widening as a quick huff exited your chest.
Tsumiki leaned in, her hand resting on your forearm. “Look, I only mentioned it because he’s trouble. It’s just a heads up. That’s all. He’s not the type to back off easily. I just want you to keep that in mind.”
Your heart felt heavy in your chest as your gaze floated over to Nobara who looked just about as concerned as you felt.
“Noby?” you said her name as if pleading for some sign of relief.
“She’s right.” Nobara said, genuinely. “Your relationship with Megumi is about you and him. Not Sukuna.” She smiled. “You love him, right?“
You huffed, nodding. “Without question.”
“Then everything’ll be fine.” She reassured, “You love him. I mean, the only real question we’re asking here is, what could Sukuna possibly do to change that?” She rested her hand on your other arm. “Right?”
You glanced back and forth between the two of them, with another nod. “Right.” You echoed. “The answer is simple. Nothing.” You swallowed hard as the bad feeling in your chest seemed to spread through to your nerves.
Regardless how you felt, or what you thought, this entire scene was exhausting. This shouldn’t be happening. You were sure it wore on your friends too, as they practically consoled you.
But It was.
Why though? Because some random guy decides he wants to play around in your personal life? Toy with your well being as if it were worthless?
“This is … ridiculous.” you said, your head shaking in disbelief. “Why is this happening?”
Tsumiki scrunched her lips in the corner of her mouth. “How could it not?” she then smiled, pressing her lips together. “You have a great thing going with Megumi. That’s not easy to find. People who feel they can’t, will either want to take it, or destroy it.”
She leaned in, relaxing her shoulders. “You don’t have anything to prove. But sometimes we all have to protect what we love.”
You turned to see Nobara smiling as well, clearly in agreement. Her eyes then suddenly flicked around as if she were in deep thought.
“You recall what happened when Nanako showed up at Megumi’s?”
You crossed your arms in front of you, resting them on the table. “Yeah. Now that you mention it, you never told me what happened out there.”
It suddenly dawned on you that you hadn’t even bothered to ask Megumi.
“He checked her. Cleanly.” she said, her brows pressing into her forehead. “She practically whined like a baby about how she was the greatest girlfriend he’d ever had, as her sister stood by and said nothing.“
She continued: “Megumi said, ’What makes you think that?’
Her reply was, ‘Isn’t it obvious? Sukuna and I tried so hard to help you, and you just –’
Megumi Interrupts her and says, ‘I’m gonna stop you right there. Do you hear yourself? Even now, as you blatantly disrespect my work, my friends, my home, and my girlfriend, you bring up another man.
Nanako pleaded, nonsensically, ‘Sukuna knows all kinds of people in the industry! He was just trying to help. To make things better for you!’”
“It didn’t mean much to me at that time to hear his name, since I had no idea who he was. But now, it all makes sense.”
“Megumi realized how sad she looked, still gnawing away at that bone, with no understanding of how sick it was making her. ‘And just exactly how well did putting him before me work out for you?’”
“Oof… When he said that, even I felt bad for her. It was fucking embarrassing. But kinda hilarious at the same time, because… well, we all know how much trouble she’d caused.”
“He stepped closer to her, with a straight face, and asked, ‘When does your shame kick in? You were so sure I wouldn’t be where I am. That I wouldn’t go where I’m going.’
‘You have light years to travel before coming anywhere close to the woman I have now. I’ve never met anyone better. Go home. And don’t come back here, or things’ll get a whole lot worse for you.’”
Your froze in place listening to her, your lips parting as your heart skipped.
You had a clue, based on his behavior those nights in his office, but you didn’t realize how commanding, and frankly a little scary Megumi could be.
If it were at all possible, you suddenly found him even hotter, wondering how you could get in trouble with him again...
Wild Horses – The Sundays
]played on the speakers as you recalled how you’d passed out after he went to talk to her. Yet you had no recollection of the conversation, since nowhere in your mind did you think you couldn’t trust him.
And you were absolutely right.
“Megumi is head over heels for you.” Nobara said. “He wont just let some guy come in and ruin that.” Her heart warmed as she spoke of it.
She’s been there with you through several relationships, always wanting for you exactly what you have right now.
“Yuji told me he’d never heard Megumi speak of any woman that way. The ball’s in your court now.”
Your cheeks warmed visibly at the thought of him. “Yea. You’re right.” You replied, your heart swelling in your chest.
You glanced toward Tsumiki, who’s lids rested softly over her eyes as a huge smile graced her face.
“What was it like for you living with Megumi?”
“Tch, oh my God.” She murmured, rolling her eyes playfully. “Not much different than now.” she replied, her smile widening.
“He’s always been a very serious person. And that was understandable considering what happened with our parents. But I often worried about him since … sometimes … it was like he held the whole world in contempt.”
You peered down at your mug of tea through your lashes, a wrinkle forming in your brow for a moment as you curled your hands around the warm ceramic. “I can only imagine what that must’ve been like”.
“It was tough for a while.” She nodded slowly, “We made it through, though. Took good care of ourselves. I did laundry and kept the house clean, he made sure to get our groceries and cook the food. And it was always delicious.”
You huffed. “Still is.”
“And… he was the one who made sure my grades didn’t slip. He was so structured. Focused. And loyal. Always has been.”
She pressed her lips together through her smirk. “Until Jr. High, that is.” She chuckled. “I recall often wanting him to relax, and I’d tease him about it. But in the end, I think we both had a healthy influence on each other.”
“Yeah.” you smiled warmly. “You’re lucky to have each other”.
“And he’s lucky to have you. He knows that.”
“Speaking of,” Nobara interjected, “are you planning to go home anytime soon? I feel like I hardly see you these days.”
“Oh, uhm… Yeah.” Your body tensed as you remembered something else you wanted to bring up. You’d considered not, but you figured they should be the first to find out. You took a deep breath before releasing the words.
“He uh… he offered me … a key.”
Complete silence fell on all of you, as four large eyes locked in on your face. “What?!” they nearly yelped in unison as you peered at the elderly couple nearby who could’ve been given a heart attack.
“I know…” you squealed. “I wasn’t ready.”
“What do you mean you weren’t ready?” Nobara wailed again too loudly. “I’m not ready!”
You and Tsumiki both laughed.
Tsumiki’s face brightened, “Are you gonna do it?”
You grimaced through your blushy smile, “I don’t know, guys!” you shook out your hands, then planted your palms on your cheeks, “I don’t knooooow!“
You’d never been asked that before, and still weren’t sure how or what to think about it. It was a huge step.
Even the relationship itself, was of a sort you’d never experienced. And because of it, your world seemed to get bigger and more exciting every day.
In a nutshell, it was fucking scary.
Incredible, but absolutely terrifying.
“WOW.” Nobara replied. Glancing away as it seemed wheels were turning in her head. “That’s… Wow.”
“I know.” you retorted. “I need some time to think about it. And he told me there’s no rush.”
“Yeah, that’s what he told you.” Tsumiki added, “But knowing him, he’ll want some kind of an answer soon, especially for something that huge. I don’t recall him even staying over with, let alone living with anyone besides me.”
“I could kinda tell he was hoping I’d answer ‘yes’ right away.” you replied, “But like Noby said, I haven’t been home for a while, and doing so will give me some time to consider it thoroughly. I owe him at least that, whatever my decision is.”
“I agree.” Tsumiki reassured, “Rushing into big decisions is the easiest way to make big mistakes.” she rested her hand on your arm again, “Not that I think it would be a mistake.“
You smiled widely, “Thank you. And you’re right. Maybe answering when I get back will give me the time I need.”
“Yeah. Take a few days, relax, then you can answer with a clear head.” Nobara noted.
“No, I mean… it’s gonna be a few weeks.” you sighed, hunching as you angled your head toward the ceiling. “Sukuna. He planned another business trip for my department.”
“Oh my God girl... Enough with the bombs! I need to recover!” Nobara whined. “What the hell? How is he able to do that?“
You filled your lungs with air before you shrugged. “Geto hired him for that kinda thing. I used to be on that team, but it’s his responsibility now, among other things.”
“Ugh. I’m already too sick of him.” she complained, “Can’t you get someone else to go in your place?”
You sighed, “I wish. I can’t opt out, and I can’t bring anyone along. Best believe I tried.” You pressed your first two fingers into your temple. “And, it’s to Okinawa of all places.“
Nobara plopped her back into her seat as she shook her head. “What a fucking asshole.” She glanced back toward you. “He’s trying to corner you.”
“Seems like it.” You replied, becoming more annoyed every moment you spent thinking about it.
“That guy...” Tsumiki murmured. “He’s pretty relentless … Just… prepare yourself. For anything.” Her brow wrinkled. “He’s probably got all kinds of tricks up his sleeve.”
You nodded again in agreement. “I will. For sure.“
The table vibrates as you all look down for the location of the hum… It was Tsumiki’s cell. She’d received a text message from the looks of it.
“It’s Toji.” She says. “He’s here to pick me up.” She turned toward the large window you all sat next to in the restaurant. You and Nobara both met his gaze. He was waiting just outside in a black Mercedes.
“He wasn’t going to let me just hang out here without spending some time with him, too.” Tsumiki smiled at the two of you.
You smiled back warmly. “Well, I cant say I blame him.”
“Yeah. He can be an ass sometimes but… we love him.”
You and Nobara both chuckled before you asked, “Will you be here a little while longer?” You were hoping to see more of her before she returned to the States.
“Yeah. I have a couple more days.“
“Kay. Then we should do this again before you go.” You suggested.
“Sounds good.” She says, standing and grabbing her bag before she headed out. “See ya. And don’t for get what I said, ok? Protect what’s yours.“
“I will.” You promised as you watched her wave goodbye.
You locked eyes temporarily with Toji as he noted Tsumiki leave the building and head for his car. You raised your hand as if to wave, hoping he’d notice.
He did, and offered you an upward nod as Tsumiki entered the car.
*~*~*~*~*
Nobara walked with you back to your building, the clacking of your heels on the sidewalk accompanying the sound of miscellaneous vehicles rushing by in the busy square of Shinjuku.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You called out to her as you took a few steps toward your office building’s entrance.
“Uhm….” Nobara began, her tone indicating something was on her mind.
“What’s up?”
“Are you sure Megumi’s okay waiting for your answer?”
Your brow furrowed as you eyeballed her expression. “Yeah. As far as I could tell, he was fine. Maybe a little hopeful, but he didn’t seem worried.”
“Okay.” She replied. “How long is your trip going to be?”
“Two, maybe three weeks”
“Really?“
“Yeah…” you replied, your smile fading as you observed her unsettled expression. It was always easy to tell when something weighed on Nobara’s mind. “Is something wrong?”
“No… I’m just. Wondering if Megz can hold it together for that long without you nowadays.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that big a deal.” You frowned, “He often has all kinds of company around him.”
“But he wants you. Apparently all the time now.” she huffed past a tiny smile. “A key? … that’s… major.” she looked more concerned than happy. “Do you remember what Yuji told us about him? How he spent a lot of time alone, and that work was so important to him?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he also told me that Megumi is constantly thinking about you. What to do for you, how to take care of you, how to help you... I think he’s hooked. Like… in a good way, but … a serious way.”
You tilted your head, “What makes you say that?” your eyes growing smaller as you considered the implications of her words.
“Are you saying he loves me?” you huffed, “We all know that, right?”
“Of course but…”
“I mean, that’s …” you looked away, suddenly recalling that night when he asked you to stay, a few moments that made you wonder a little. “I believe he loves me. But … living together is…” you shook your head. “he sees women constantly. Gorgeous ones. All the time.”
“So?” Nobara frowned.
“So… what if he sees me on too many bad days in a row? What if … I like… pass gas around him?“
Nobara snickered, covering her mouth.
“No, for real!” You snickered with her as you pushed her shoulder. “What if he just... looks at me too long and decides he’s tired of me?”
“Oh my God, girl.”
“I’m so serious right now.” And then your concerned look matched hers. “What if he can’t stand the sight of me after like a month? I’ll be devastated.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” she scoffed. “Did you not hear a word I just said? He’s gone for you, girl. I honestly think you’re it for him.”
“I like things the way they are. I don’t wanna lose him due to his exhaustion with our proximity.” You could feel your heart already hurting at the idea of him finally growing tired of you, as if that had ever happened or threatened to. “Megumi isn’t exactly easy to please… I don’t wanna mess things up.”
Nobara sighed, the look of concern morphing into one of pity. “We can talk about it later, okay?” She replied, leaning in as she gripped your arm. “Have a good day at work, love.
You lifted your arms, wrapping her in a tight hug, then kissing her on the cheek. “You, too.”
*~*~*~*~*
Your workdays were always pretty stressful.
But today it seemed they, well, Sukuna specifically, were extra desperate to have all of your time since there was a trip to plan. However, you managed to rip yourself away after briefly speaking with Geto about your job description in detail, avoiding an excessive dig into your personal time.
You usually got home around five, but today it was seven forty-five before you even left the building.
Your legs and back were aching, so you decided to request an Uber during your last meeting since you were too exhausted to bother walking to the station, sitting around on cold benches to wait for the train, or standing in one for a prolonged period, then walking the rest of the way home.
The Uber arrived on time, and you were quite satisfied that Geto ordered a nice one. Your eyes felt like weights as you entered the vehicle, and the nice condition of the ride made you even more relaxed. The seats were plush and soft to the touch.
Just as you tilted your head against the leather cushion of the back seat in the car, the nice fragrance in the interior, the hum of the engine, and the muted nightlights outside the window lulled you right to sleep.
Your head bobbed along the back of the seat, seemingly for just a moment, only for the driver to suddenly call your name as he reached your building. “Ma’am, you’re home.” He said, peering through the rear-view, waking you up just before you reached rem.
“Ugh…” you were slightly disoriented, just making out the front of your building as your eyes adjusted. “I’m so sorry... Thank you!” you replied as you opened the door to exit.
You started up the stairs to the apartment, just realizing you hadn’t turned your phone back on at all after turning it off when you returned from lunch. It seemed you were needed every moment at work, and had no time to use it.
“Oh my god…” you grimaced, searching for it as you walked in, only to hear multiple consecutive ‘dings’ on it from texts and missed calls the moment you turned it on.
Most of them were from Megumi.
Megumi: hey. hope ur day is good. what time will u be home?
2:30PM
Megumi: coming back to my place tonight? I’m making udon.
3:46PM
Megumi: u must be really busy.
5:00PM
Megumi:??Haven’t heard from you. Everything OK??
7:03PM
Megumi: Starting to worry. Call me when you get home.
8:30PM
You called immediately.
“Hello?”
“Megz!” you called out to him, clearly anxious, yet your heart was relieved the moment you heard his voice.
You hadn’t spoken with him since you left his house last night. “God, I’m so sorry! It’s been fucking ridiculous at work today.”
“Yeah, I figured.” He replied calmly, relief lacing his voice as you spoke. “You home?”
“Yeah. I just got back. Like, literally two minutes ago.”
“Wow.” he paused, a wrinkle forming in his forehead. “Overtime?”
“I’m really sorry, Megz. Geto even scheduled the Uber for me. I passed out in the seat the moment I sat down. I forgot to turn on my phone.”
“You got an Uber?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you getting an Uber when you have a man at your beck and call?”
You chuckled, dropping the keys on the kitchen counter along with the rest of your stuff. “’Beck and call?’ Really? You had rehearsal didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but… I own the place?”
Another chuckle. “Right. M’sorry sweetie. I promise I’ll call you if this happens again.”
“You don’t have to apologize … But I’d rather you promise me you’ll never pass out in one of those alone again... or… at the very least, text me or Nobara your info and location.”
“Yeah… You’re right.” You grimaced, realizing you could have awakened in any number of strange places… or not at all.
“Well, hopefully soon you’ll be staying here more often instead.” he replied casually.
It fell silent on the phone for a moment, your mind reeling a little.
“… Or … not?” he murmured.
You stopped yourself just before apologizing again. “I’m just... taking some time to think about it.”
Megumi’s heart sank a little, enough for him to actually feel it move. “What can do to help you make your decision?”
“Nothing really… I guess I’m … just… wanting to not rush it. I’ll have to say goodbye to everything.”
He sighed audibly, “I get it.” his fingers running through his black hair again as he sank deeper into the cushions of the couch.
“I’m starting to miss you too much already.” he said nearly under his breath, looking around at the random little things you’d left behind in his place.
He slid the bracelet you gave him off of his wrist, holding it up to the light to view your pretty face through the crystal.
“Kinda lame of me, huh?“
You felt your heart warm as you recalled everything Nobara mentioned about his feelings for you. “Of course not.” It was difficult to hold back your smile as it widened behind a deep blush that he wasn’t able to see over the phone. “And I miss you, too.”
You figured maybe this wasn’t the best time to tell him, but you might as well, since you didn’t wanna take the chance that some one else would do it first.
“Uh…” you sighed a tired sigh, one that he could tell had a little something extra behind it.
“What is it?” he asked his eyes leaving the bracelet as he waited for your reply...
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When you accidentally get caught in the crossfire of an attack on the new clan head, Megumi Zenin, your world gets flipped upside down. Suddenly, you are part of his dark world and are getting much closer to the Yakuza boss than you both ever wanted. But living together with Megumi lets you see the man behind his cold mask, and what starts as an arrangement to keep you safe becomes a lot more.
You can find the Masterpost here
Warnings: 18+, female reader, fluff/smut in later chapters/light angst. Modern AU, Yakuza-related crime and violence, Megumi kills to protect the people he cares about, alcohol, forced proximity. Happy ending. Megumi and Reader are both in their mid/late twenties. Minors don't interact. Word Count: 3.5k
The fanart in the header was used with permission from the artist koonya911 on Twitter. Credit for the divider @/cursed-carmine.
The Black Dragon bar is known for several things. A) It's a very exclusive and fancy place with an interior that is a beautiful mix of modern and traditional, and a menu that only contains drinks and meals prepared with high-end ingredients. B) The Black Dragon bar is a Yakuza bar. A meeting place on neutral ground where the men who rule Tokyo's underworld discuss their business deals.
You have been working here for three years already. And as nervous as you were in the beginning, you soon grew used to serving drinks to some of the most powerful and dangerous men of this city. Especially when they always give such generous tips. And so far, nothing bad has ever happened.
Tonight, though, there's a weird tension in the air as the first clan members enter the bar, where a big meeting is being held tonight. You wear your professional mask, bowing and smiling politely, greeting everyone with utter respect. The usual people are here tonight. Mostly old, grey-haired men who ooze power and money. You don't often see someone young among this powerful crowd. Usually, the only exception is Ryomen Sukuna. But tonight there is a new face. Or not really a new face. You have seen him before, of course. But not as one of the Yakuza bosses.
Megumi Fushiguro. No, he isn't Megumi Fushiguro anymore. He is Megumi Zenin now. The lost heir, who came back to claim his rightful place at the top of the Zenin clan.
You saw it in the news. First, the funeral of the former Zenin clan head, who died of old age. And then the killings. Half of the Zenin clan was wiped out. In the official news, it was called an attack between rivaling clans, and they said that the police didn't have any suspects yet.
The rumors you heard, though, clearly state two names: Maki Zenin and Megumi Fushiguro. Both are Zenins by blood but were never bound to the clan by honor. Blood traitors, who worked for another family. But that still doesn't change the fact that Megumi Fushiguro is the highest-ranking male Zenin now.
You don't know exactly why Megumi's father left the Zenins all those years ago, but what you know is that the Zenin clan has a bad reputation. While the other clans were interested in making business contracts and mostly kept the peace, the Zenins were the ones who were to blame for most of the violence that put this city into fear.
Until the Zenin Killings happened and the clan got a new leader.
And now he is walking into this bar, in his tailored black suit, with an aloof expression on his pretty face, and his cold, dark blue eyes glaring at everyone as if he hates nothing more than being here.
Before today, you knew him as the bodyguard of The Young Tiger, Sukuna's younger brother, who was sometimes sent here to attend meetings in the name of the Itadori clan. And Megumi Fushiguro was the silent shadow following Yuuji Itadori, tagging along behind him, blue eyes stern and attentive to their surroundings. Only sometimes risking a small smile or soft laugh when Yuuji said something to him.
Tonight, the man who walks into this bar is another person. This isn't Megumi Fushiguro, the loyal bodyguard who only exists to protect someone else with his life. This man in front of you is Megumi Zenin, the youngest Yakuza boss this city has had in years. He is now one of the most powerful men in this country. One of the most dangerous. And he is clearly not happy about being here.
He is towering over you, tall and intimidating, his fine black suit not able to hide how fit he is beneath it. His face is a clear giveaway that he has the Zenin genes. Beautiful, elegant features, framed by unruly black hair and dark blue eyes, which stare you down coldly.
The woman behind him steps forward, Maki Zenin, you realize, his cousin, or first cousin once removed, if you remember correctly, who also used to work for the Itadori clan, and now apparently functions as Megumi Zenin's bodyguard. She gives a curt nod,
"Megumi Zenin, for the meeting, please."
"I don't need you to state my business, Maki."
He grounds out through clenched teeth. His voice is low, sounding just as cold as he looks. You feel goosebumps on your arms, but stay professional and bow deeply, greeting both of them with a polite smile,
"Of course. Welcome back to our establishment. We are very pleased to serve you tonight. Please follow me."
You escort him to the private backroom, where the meeting is held, and show him to his seat at the large table. He thanks you when you place the menu before him, and you can't help but notice that he smells good before you straighten up again and put your professional smile back on your face, and ask for his drink order.
He is surprisingly polite now, placing his order in a calm voice, thanking you again, and even handing the menu back to you so you don't have to collect it. You think that maybe his earlier bad mood came from disliking those kinds of business meetings, or maybe he is someone who, in general, isn't very fond of being around other people.
You give him a more genuine smile,
"Thank you, Mr. Zenin. I will be right back."
You notice how his jaw clenches when you say his name. You quickly bow again and leave to get the drinks, trying to ignore the nervous flutter of your pulse.
You return a few minutes later, balancing a large tray on one hand, serving the guests silently. You know that in here, you have to be discreet when the powerful men talk. Practically invisible.
That is as long as one of the men doesn't decide to flirt with you. Then you are expected to play along, smile and giggle a bit, and endure it even when you hate the way his hands trail over your body.
One of those old guys does exactly that right now, when you place his wine in front of him. His voice drawls sugary-sweet,
"Ah, thank you, sweetheart. Have I told you how lovely you look again tonight? Always such a sight for my old, sore eyes."
He leers at you, his eyes wandering greedily over your body. You put on a fake smile, laughing softly, and thanking him for the compliment. You force yourself not to pull away when he reaches out to pat your ass and then lets his large hand rest there. Your job forbids you to tell him to stop, and so all you can do is smile and wait until an acceptable amount of time has passed so you can leave without affronting him.
But it is someone else who speaks up. A low, cold voice, dripping with contempt,
"Stop wasting my time with molesting the poor waitress and just start with what we came here for. I don't have all night."
Megumi Zenin. Your gaze flickers to him, and you give him a small grateful smile, quickly stepping away from the other guy. You leave before the following discussion can start, letting out a long breath as the door softly slides shut behind you.
You spend the next hour serving tables in the front area of the bar, knowing that no one is allowed to enter the private rooms as long as the occupants don't explicitly demand a waitress.
You enter the kitchen, pushing the swing door open with your hip as you balance two arms full of plates. Your favorite coworker waves at you, looking stressed,
"Hey, I am so sorry, but can you please take the trash out for me? My mom isn't feeling well. I have to leave early."
"Sure, no problem. Go home and say hello to your mom."
You smile reassuringly as she walks past you and gives your shoulder a grateful squeeze. You put the dirty dishes away and grab the two large trash bags before exiting the kitchen through the back door.
Cold night air hits you as you step into the dimly lit back alley behind the bar. You throw the trash bags into the large dumpster and are about to head back in when you catch a movement in the corner of your eyes.
You jump, breath getting caught in your throat, when you see a tall, dark figure leaning against the brick wall. The figure moves and steps into the dim light of the street lamp. Your pulse flutters. It's him again. Megumi Zenin.
He locks the screen of his phone and shoves it back into the pocket of his suit jacket while walking towards you with large steps.
You feel frozen in your spot, somehow unable to move. You have no idea what it is about him that makes you so flustered. You stare at him, not even caring how rude this is. He raises an elegant eyebrow, blue eyes scanning your face with an unreadable expression. And then he stops next to you, murmuring to you in his low voice as if he is sharing a secret with you,
"Don't you hate it? Acting like everything is fine when those sick assholes sit in there, thinking they can do whatever they want, and bend this world to their will? How can you put on that polite smile while those disgusting old creeps put their dirty hands on you?"
Your eyes widen as you stare straight ahead at the door, your heart beating to your throat, intimidated by his presence. He is so close that you can smell his fresh, masculine cologne again, and you imagine you can feel the warmth emanating from his tall, strong body.
You make a helpless little noise and shrug,
"It's my job."
For a moment, there is only silence, only the distant muffled sounds of the nightly city reaching your ear as if through a glass wall. Then he huffs softly,
"Yeah, I guess. The disgusting things we have to do to be allowed to live."
His voice is hard, his posture rigid and almost threatening, but you can't help but think you hear a hint of sadness in his tone. Maybe that is why you lift your head and look up at his beautiful face, half hidden in the shadows, and say softly,
"I can imagine that your job must be very tough, Zenin-san."
His dark blue eyes narrow,
"Don't call me that. I hate that name."
"I'm sorry... um Fushiguro-san, then?"
He stares at you for a moment, jaw clenched, and something flickers over his blue eyes, something akin to sadness once again, as if, in his mind, he is looking at a fond memory that slipped through his fingers. The moment is gone quickly, though, and his eyes are the same cold pools again.
"That's not who I am anymore either."
You feel strangely trapped here in his gaze, unable to step away even though he doesn't even touch you or stand in your way. You open your mouth, about to ask how you are supposed to address him, when the heavy metal door of the building across the alleyway gets kicked open with a loud bang.
And then hell breaks loose in the narrow back alley.
Two men in black suits step into the street. Everything happens too fast for you, but you realize that they both carry a katana. And they aren't here by accident. Before you can react, you get pushed to the side. You scream as you stumble and then fall onto your knees.
You look up and see Megumi Zenin, or Fushiguro, or whatever he wants to be called nowadays. He pushed you out of the way and is putting himself between you and the attackers, pulling out a knife of his own.
You watch everything in front of you unfold as if in slow motion, frozen in fear, unable to move and run or scream for help or anything.
The two armed guys attack the Zenin heir simultaneously. But he counters the attacks with efficient, elegant moves. The movements of someone who has been in a situation like this countless times before. A former bodyguard, trained to react fast and smart.
You watch in a daze as Megumi kicks one of the guys in the stomach, making him tumble back a few steps. But his colleague instantly takes his place and lashes out with his sword, his blade meeting Megumi's.
He calls out to the other guy,
"I got this! Go after his woman! Kill her too!"
His words barely register in your brain when the second guy already turns to you. You stare up at him. And finally, the adrenaline in your veins wins, and you can move again. You jump to your feet, backing away from the armed man, who is approaching you with a low, cruel laugh, as if he enjoys the thought of killing a woman.
Your instincts kick in, and you start running. But you don't get far. A strong hand grabs your arm and pulls you back, and then you get slammed into the wall. Your back hits the brickstone hard, knocking the breath out of you.
Your eyes widen in panic as you look at the man in front of you with the deadly glint in his eyes. You struggle against his grip, fighting for your life, but he is too strong. You watch in horror as he lifts his katana and brings it closer to your throat, letting the blade slowly trail down your neck and over your breasts, resting it against your ribcage, where your heart is beating frantically.
You feel tears run down your cheeks, and your body is shaking violently as the hopeless conviction fills your mind that you will die now.
But suddenly your attacker's eyes widen, and he stumbles backwards. Through a curtain of tears, you see your savior: Megumi Zenin is standing behind the man, one hand brutally grabbing the guy's hair to pull him off you.
His other arm goes around the attacker's throat, holding him in a chokehold, while the blade of Megumi's knife presses against the guy's throat. Megumi's teeth are gritted, making him look savage.
The man in Megumi's chokehold is breathing heavily, but his eyes are filled with hatred, and he hisses,
"Let go, pretty boy. As if you are man enough to end it."
And then Megumi Zenin starts laughing. It's a scary sound. Cruel, sadistic, insane. His face is a grimace, beautiful but deadly. Blue eyes filled with a mad glint, his lips lifted in that insane smirk, and he says in a smooth, almost seductive voice,
"What? You think I haven't done this before? You think I have any qualms killing trash like you? Wanna know what I hate even more than spineless worms killing for some made-up power structures? Scum, like you, who enjoys killing innocent people. She has nothing to do with any of this. It's you who deserves to die, not her."
Megumi's gaze snaps to your terrified and shaking form, where you are slumped bonelessly against the brick wall. His dark blue eyes are hard when he says in that scary, calm voice,
"Cover your eyes."
You are too shaken up to react, and when your brain finally catches up with what Megumi is about to do, you already see him dragging his blade across your attacker's throat with a sure, precise movement.
You gasp, quickly pressing your hands over your eyes, but it doesn't prevent you from feeling the disgusting, warm and wet sensation of blood spraying over your face and hands. Your breath is coming out in short, panicked huffs as you feel your legs give away, and you slide down the wall.
You hear a dull, heavy thud. The body of your attacker is getting dumped onto the asphalt.
You sob silently into your hand, shoulders shaking. A soft touch against your arm makes you flinch. You pull your hands off your face, your wide, terrified eyes looking up at Megumi Zenin.
Megumi Zenin, who just killed a man in front of you without any remorse. He looks scary with the bright red splatters of fresh blood on his beautiful face and white dress shirt. "But he saved your life", you think, and maybe that's why you don't try to run when he crouches down in front of you.
His dark blue eyes are filled with worry that catches you by surprise. He lets his gaze trail over your face and body, and you realize that he is checking on you.
His low voice is soothing,
"It's ok. You are safe now. He can't hurt you anymore. Are you ok? Do you have any injuries that I can't see?"
You manage to shake your head,
"N... no... I don't have any injuries. Wh.. where is the other one?"
You look around frantically, feeling panic threatening to drown you again, when your gaze lands on the dead body lying in a gradually growing pool of dark red blood.
A strong but elegant hand cups your cheek, making you turn your face back to focus on Megumi's face in front of you.
"Don't look. The other one ran. It's safe for now. But let's get you away from here."
You barely register how he pulls you to your feet. Any other time, you would be embarrassed by how weak you feel and how you fall against him, legs too shaky to stand. But right now, you aren't in any state to care about something like that.
And Megumi doesn't comment on it either. You feel his strong arm wrap around your waist, steadying you, making sure you don't fall. You lean against him, instinctively searching the safety of his tall, firm body.
You can feel his firm muscles through his clothes, can feel his deadly strength. You know that the hand that is currently cupping your cheek and soothingly trailing a thumb over your blood-stained skin is the hand that only a few minutes ago killed a man. But you can't help but feel safe here in Megumi's arms.
The same thought is repeating in your mind over and over again. "He saved your life. Megumi Zenin killed a man to protect you."
Tears spill over your eyes again, and you press your face against Megumi's chest, feeling slightly guilty for ruining his white dress shirt even more, but not able to hold yourself back. He feels safe and warm, the only good thing in this dark, violent night. You mumble a weak,
"Thank you. Thank you for saving me...."
He cradles the back of your head, just standing there in the dimly lit back alley with you for a long moment, holding you, letting you bury your face in his chest and desperately inhaling the fresh scent of his cologne to chase away the smell of blood.
His long fingers brush over your hair, and then he pulls away, but only to lift you up into his arms, apparently deciding that you are not in any shape to walk on your own at the moment. You are grateful for it, slinging your arms around his neck and letting him carry you back into the kitchen of the Black Dragon bar.
He sets you down on a chair next to the fridge, wordlessly handing you a wet towel to clean the blood off you, before he methodically starts to rid himself of the blood on his skin, too. But you are still too dazed, too shocked to do anything, and just let the towel dangle limply from your hand as you watch Megumi.
He is standing at the sink. His suit jacket abandoned on the counter, the sleeves of his white dress shirt pushed back, revealing a pretty pattern of black and blue tattoos as he washes the blood off his hands. His gaze lands on you again, and he sees the towel uselessly hanging in your hand. He sighs softly and steps closer, taking the towel out of your hand.
"I'll do it for you."
He sounds detached, but his hands are surprisingly gentle when he dabs the wet cloth on your face and wipes the blood off your skin.
The kitchen door gets pushed open at that moment, and Maki bursts in, holding her phone in one hand, glaring at her boss,
"Megumi, what the fuck? Are you ok?"
You half-heartedly listen to the two of them talking. Your mind registers vaguely that they assume the attackers were sent by Naoya Zenin, who managed to escape the Zenin Killings and is now trying to claim the position of the clan head for himself.
It's just background noise in your tired mind. You smile gratefully at Maki when she hands you a glass of cold water, and feel embarrassment wash over you when you try to take a gulp from it but spill half of it over your blouse.
It's Megumi once again who takes the glass from you and cups your chin with his other hand, helping you drink. He brings the glass carefully to your lips, holding you in place with a gentle but firm hand, making you drink the whole glass, before he sets it down beside you and straightens up again. His dark blue gaze wanders over you searchingly.
"Go home and get some rest. I'll call you a taxi so you don't have to drive yourself. And you should quit your job here and look for something new. Not a Yakuza bar, preferably."
His face has that stoic expression again, his words business-like. You nod and thank him again, but he doesn't acknowledge it, his broad shoulders tense as he turns away and asks Maki to help him get rid of the body behind the bar.
You stay in your chair a few minutes longer, staring unseeingly at the wall, before you manage to leave, muttering an excuse about not feeling well, as you walk past your coworker in the reception area.
The taxi is already waiting for you, and you get in, stating your address, and then stare out the car window. But the blinking neon signs and glittering streetlights get drowned out by the pictures in your mind. Fancy black dress shoes standing in a pool of dark red blood. Dark blue eyes filled with worry. Small rivulets of blood and water running down tattooed forearms. Strong arms carrying you. Elegant long fingers gently wiping the blood off your face.
When you exit the taxi and cross the street to your apartment, you stop for a moment, breathing in the night air deeply and tilting your head to look up at the night sky illuminated by a full moon. It looks pretty. Midnight blue, like Megumi Zenin's eyes.
OMGGG THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER!!
If you have followed me for a while, you probably know that I love writing Yakuza AUs and that my first big fanfic was a Sukuna x Reader Yakuza AU. This is where Yakuza Megumi's story started, too. He was Yuuji's bodyguard, and that's the background story he has in "So it goes" too. But "So it goes" is an alternate path for Megumi's Yakuza life. In the original story, I imagine that he and Yuuji are endgame. But I wanted to write a version with Megumi x Reader, and that's what brought us here ;)
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I am so invested in this story, and I hope you will all fall in love with Yakuza Boss Megumi, too 🖤
Reblogs and comments would be super sweet. Or send me and ask. I would love to hear your thoughts!!
(Also, can I just say that I am so turned on by Megumi's soft-dom moments in this chapter, like holding our chin to make us drink the whole glass of water AAAHHH!! I am already such a mess for him 😵😭)
꒷꒦pairing꒦꒷ serial killer!Gojo x detective fem!reader
꒷꒦cw꒦꒷ NSFW, 18+ MDNI—(oh boy, here we go) modern AU, angst and smut and despair, explicit sexual content, graphic depictions of death and torture, so much blood (it's messy), moral quandaries, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, abduction, drugging, plotting & betrayal, heavy on the dub-con, mind fucking/breaking, choking (out hehe), slapping, knife play, (very) inappropriate use of firearms, dirty talk (threats count as dirty talk right?), 'make it fit' trope (big dick nerd mmm), fingering, face fucking, unprotected piv sex, creampie, sex with a dead body in the room, p0rn with a dose of murderous plot, obsessive and possessive and very yandere nerd gojo, he's a walking red flag and reader is kind of a freak as usual.
꒷꒦summary꒦꒷ the nerd in forensics has always been on your radar. everything about him is too crafted to be genuine. so you've always got your eye on gojo. the same can be said for him, but he’s just watching your back! you have a nasty habit of getting stalked by people who definitely aren't him. but it's mutually beneficial. you don't get murdered by the scorned, ex-con stalkers you've put away, and gojo gets another killer to bleed dry. you really are perfect for each other. but things are going off the rails this time around, and you finally see gojo for what he truly is. maybe you should have stopped looking so hard, but it's too late for maybe now.
꒷꒦a/n꒦꒷ this got out of hand so fast wow, but Dexter and Gojo? i couldn't stop, so now this is fat and absolutely filthy. it's still kinktober tho, right?┃art in the header by @/savoryjump on insta, dividers by @/cafekitsune, @/anitalerina, and @/sister-lucifer ꒷꒦w/c꒦꒷ 17.5k (holy shit, i swear its worth it T_T)
All the usual familiar faces greeted Gojo as he strolled out from the elevator, a box in one hand and a sugary coffee in a to-go cup from the cafe just down the block.
He flashed a smile, crooked and charming and with a few more teeth than typical for him at 8 AM, but he couldn’t help it. Gojo was in a great mood. How could he not be? He not only did the department a huge favor last night, but Tokyo as a whole.
“Good morning, Gojo!” A freshly promoted officer greeted him, wide-eyed and eager. Her uniform pressed, bright blue hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and a folder in hand as she walked through the open glass doors. “The lab had the results ready for that hair sample. I brought it up with me, figured I could save you the trip down!” She held the folder up in one hand with a smile as she kept pace with him.
Gojo glanced her way as he stopped to let a few people grab a pastry from the pastel pink box in his hand. They greeted him with distracted murmurs, eyeing the box for a favorite.
She was a new face around the department, and Gojo was already a little poor at keeping track of names. It’s one of the few things that made him both feel a little more human, and somehow even more removed from normalcy. It was a flaw, one of many, but in a different way than most of his. He should remember names; being remembered makes people feel a personal connection, like they matter. It disarms them.
When Gojo smiled at her, he made sure it reached his eyes, coming off warmer and more genuine that way. “That was very thoughtful of you, thank you. But, uh,” He glanced up towards the desks, a few still empty with officers and detectives off duty or having not arrived yet, and gestured to one with the hand holding his coffee. “I’m not the one to do any favors for. That’s who you should probably be grabbing paperwork for.”
Right on time—no, you'd have been there for at least an hour if he gauged the time by how your desk was littered with folders and a few open boxes. Your head propped up on one hand as your eyes darted up and down from your monitor to a page. Maybe you pulled another all-nighter, you were in different clothes, but they were already rumpled like you’d been in that fitted button-down for a few hours already. Critical and sharp eyes a little tired. But that’s how it always was when you were on the precipice of a break, especially on a case as big as the one he knew you were working on.
“The sergeant?” Officer whats-her-face asked, looking from you to Gojo again. “She didn’t want any help, I already asked.” She said sheepishly, and Gojo’s smile got a little wider.
“Yeah, that sounds like her.”
You grabbed a mug off your desk and took a sip, eyes glued to the screen for a long moment with the ceramic pressed to your lips. After taking in the same two sentences on the witness statement over and over until they blurred, you blinked, broke from the screen, and locked eyes with Gojo.
As if it's a reflex your body made the very moment you registered his presence; your eyes narrowed and your grip tightened on the mug. You looked him up and down fully, not an ounce of shame or hesitation in your sweeping gaze. You weren’t checking him out though; you were putting him under a microscope.
Like you could see the blood still on his hands, spattered on his face, and dripping from his hair if you looked hard enough. Like maybe he’d finally crack under the weight, and a piece of his mask would fall away if you cut through him with piercing eyes.
It happened every day, at the same time, no matter what, Gojo Satoru walked into your department with an effortless air of confidence surrounding him. There was always a smile on his face, sometimes it was small and seemed a little tired, his eyes distant, like his head was stuck somewhere else. Some days, he walked in like he was a fucking god. Wearing a smug grin like he’d won the ultimate prize in life, his unnaturally bright blue eyes satisfied and easy.
Always wearing some lame ass button down, untucked like he couldn’t be bothered. Sometimes—like today—he’d grace the collar with a loosely knotted tie. Looking like a university student showing up to their first job interview, an attempt at professionalism that missed the mark and landed somewhere in nerdy frat boy cosplaying a salaryman. His platinum hair pushed back a little, just a few strands falling back down on his forehead like he didn’t use product to hold it.
He was messy in a way that came off as endearing. Like he was just the nerd in forensics, appearances weren’t important, so he threw whatever on and stopped at the bakery down the block for assorted pastries that definitely were just random, it was chance that he somehow got everyone’s favorite treat every time.
He really was so likable too, maybe that’s what really pissed you off the most. He was generally nice, helpful, and smart—one of the best in his field. He was funny, and thoughtful, a little goofy, but it balanced out because he was infuriatingly good looking on top of it all.
You outranked him, but you were tilting your head back to make eye contact when he gave you a briefing at a crime scene. You’ve had to snap yourself out of it and yank your eyes off him when he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up over forearms roped with a little too much muscle for a nerd and flexed long fingers into blue latex gloves.
It was all a little too effortless for him; he was crafted in a way that seemed literal. Like the pieces of him were put together to disarm, to appease, and fit in, and keep people from pulling back a curtain and looking any deeper.
But you clocked it a long time ago. It seemed like overcompensation, and you started digging, especially when you were promoted to sergeant, and that’s when you saw the first crack.
Gojo had a habit of engaging in extracurricular activities.
A few hair samples here, a blood analysis there, print matching galore, and none of it tied to a case number.
When you confronted him about it, he covered so quickly and perfectly, all you could hear was a hammer cracking down the final nail in his coffin.
"Blah blah blah, data to support the arguments in a collaboration piece for a geeky magazine, it’s probably not your thing but it’ll be out in a few weeks if you really want to read it. You interested? Seems like it.”
It was the perfect mix of authenticity and teasing, a perfect explanation delivered with a smirk at the end that twisted the spotlight back onto you instead. Like you’d only be interested in one thing, and it didn’t involve advancements in DNA testing.
You’d crossed your arms, looked down your nose at him, and told him to notify you before putting lab work through without a case number, and if it happened again, you’d write him up for it.
“Yes, ma’am.” He winked with a mocking salute, like he loved it. Loved the way your nostrils flared at his insubordination and your glare at his smile that feigned innocence on the surface to hide something monstrous and sadistic lurking just beneath.
You could see it, though, and from then on, you had your eye on him.
Gojo nodded your way, smiling like he wanted your eyes on him, like he enjoyed having your sights set on him, the challenge of being in your crosshairs and getting away with it.
He strolled right up to your desk with a, “Morning, sarge!” You leaned back in your chair, your eyes staying trained on his through his thick prescription lenses, the black frames low on the bridge of his nose. “I think they threw your favorite in again, want something glazed to start the day?” He said slyly as he offered out the box, but he knew you’d decline, you always did.
“No, what I really want is the full report on the head hunter vic from yesterday.” You responded flatly, your mouth set in a hard straight line. Your eyes flicked behind him. “Kasumi, you’re coming with Nanami and I to verify the statement from the witness yesterday, something isn’t right here.” You murmured, gesturing vaguely at your screen.
“Yes ma’am! When do you want to leave?” The blue haired girl immediately jumped to action, coming up beside Gojo to address you.
“Help Gojo with his paperwork and then we’ll leave, his hands look a little full.” You looked right at him, the words curt and clipped and he grinned right back.
“Awe, thanks sarge, always so thoughtful.” Gojo's head cocked. Your eyes narrowed.
“Mm.”
“Good luck with your witness.” His smile grew by a fraction and your eyes flitted over his frame quickly once, cataloguing every bit of him before he nodded again, and turned to head to his lab. The new officer followed behind, file in hand.
The witness wouldn’t lead anywhere. None of your efforts would ever lead anywhere, not after last night.
The latest victim's head was the last trophy that sick freak would be taking. In a twist of something that Satoru likes to quantify as justice or maybe karmic retribution, but was really just Satoru making things a little more personal for the guy, a cleaver glinted as he pulled it from his kit, and hacked the killers own stuttering head off.
Who’s a fucking trophy now?
But his work is hardly over, it never is. The satisfaction only lasts for so long before hunger comes creeping back in. It all works out though because once again, and all thanks to you and your pretty face that can never keep out of trouble, tonight's the night.
A long moment passed within which you burned holes into Gojo’s back as he wound around the other desks, in absolutely no rush as he chatted around with others setting up for the day. Offering out the box of confections like he was fucking Santa Claus or some shit.
He could feel your eyes glued to him, and it just made him drag it all out more. He couldn’t help but like that you paid so much attention to him, because it just proved that he really was the best at what he did. Having you watching his every move and still getting away with it?
God damn, Gojo was good.
“You’re staring,” Nanami’s murmur yanked your attention off of Gojo as he and Kasumi moved on and headed to the lab set to the rear of the department floor. You glanced sidelong at your partner, his arms crossed, biceps straining at the blue cotton weave of his dress shirt. “It’s not polite.”
You scoffed, “Just keeping tabs on the department. Are you ready to go? Kasumi is coming with once she’s done in the geek hole.”
“Mhm, do you really think it’s worth it to redo the witness statement?” Nanami cocked his head, and you swiveled your chair a little to face him. “She seemed quite frazzled yesterday. I doubt it’ll be much different now.”
“We have to try,” You sighed, “But even if we just clean it up and get a consistent statement out of her, it’s worth it. Everything has to be perfect to nail this guy, you know that.” The chair squeaked as you leaned forward. “I’m not letting that L’Oréal ad of a defense lawyer fuck this up because of an inconsistency if that hair sample doesn’t pan out.”
“You’re right, but don’t let this consume you. You won’t be any help running on shitty coffee and konbini food instead of sleep.” Nanami raised a brow, his soft hazel eyes studying your face, the rings under your eyes that you know have deepened after an almost full 24 hours at the precinct. “You sacrifice too much on cases like this.”
“We’re so close. DNA and a witness? The perp is getting sloppy; this is our shot to catch up and finally nail the sick fuck.” Nanami visibly tensed, a slight grimace passing over his features. It’s been almost a full year of finding body after body, once beautiful young women violated and left posed with their hands splayed out where their heads used to be, a polaroid of their sleeping faces where the real thing once was. The heads of each never recovered.
“It can’t happen again. I can’t see another one like that, Kento, it’s just… you know.” You swallowed hard, and your shoulders slumped. Not defeat, you’d never accept that, just… tired. Tired of the same scene and little to nothing to show for it.
“I know.” Nanami said softly. His hands dropped, one went to a pocket of his grey slacks, the other thumbing the edge of a file on your desk. He cleared his throat, and changed the topic. “Are you thinking she lied? The witness.”
“It’s more likely that she wasn’t thinking straight, but it’s not out of the question. Why though?” You hummed, taking a breath. “I’m not sure.”
“Coercion?”
“From the perp?” Your brow furrowed, and you hummed low again. “Why would he have even left her alive? If she saw identifying features, it’d make more sense to kill her, and he’s definitely not the type to show mercy.”
“Maybe it’s to throw us off,” Nanami countered, pushing your gears to start turning harder. “Lead us on some goose chase with a mismatched description.”
“Like… maybe he’s trying to set someone up?” Your jaw worked, and you stole a glance at the window to the lab. “We’ve never found DNA, and now we find a hair? Shit.”
“You think it’s all just for a setup?”
Your chair screeched back, and you practically leaped from your seat. “What if he’s trying to make a getaway? It’s all way too coincidental.”
“Kasumi!” You called, storming off towards the lab, gaining a few turned heads. “Hustle up, we’re leaving!” Nanami groaned, slinging his jacket over an arm and following towards the lab. You threw a look over your shoulder at him. “Oh, what? She’s just doddling now, we have shit to do.”
“You need some sleep, you’re doing that thing again.”
“What are you talking about? What thing?”
“The one where volume control goes out the window.”
The second statement from your witness turned up nothing new, as you had kind of expected, but you noticed something off about her this time around. She was nervous. Her story was straighter this time around, and she cleaned up details about the events, rescinding contradictory bits and pieces until the statement was airtight.
She was treating it almost like an alibi. Like there was something to prove. It just didn’t sit right with you, but she was a witness, not a suspect. Sure, you could have brought her back to the station and set her in an interrogation room and grilled her with Nanami until something came of it, but you had a feeling that nothing would come of it besides a burst of tears and a firm reminder about proper witness treatment from the inspector.
It was the last thing you needed, so you gave a slight bow, and left. Going around in circles with Nanami in the car, Kasumi surprised you a little by chiming in nervously every so often from the back. She was new, inexperienced, but getting fresh and eager eyes on tired information never hurts.
But again, as expected, nothing new really came of it. Just that the shift from uncertainty about the features on the figure she saw to absolution, seemed suspicious. But then again, the shock of seeing a dead body—a headless one at that—makes much aside from that difficult to remember. Maybe she was just recalling things more clearly now with time given to get thoughts together.
Maybe you were looking for loose threads to pull where none had come free. But then again, that’s what made you good at your job. And maybe sometimes a little much.
Fuck, you hated this shit sometimes. There really was no winning.
Back at the precinct, Nanami told you he’d deal with the inspector, and to go home. You didn’t have the energy to argue, not much at least. So, you tidied up your desk a little and told him you’d be back after a shower and a catnap, and to make sure the geeks had a match on the hair sample by the time you got back.
As you grabbed a couple folders to take home for some light reading, your eyes gravitated towards the lab. Window unobscured with the blinds up, you saw Gojo working away at something involving the high-powered microscope. The lights dimmed slightly, and the bluish glow from his monitor cast a hue over his pale, defined features. Platinum hair shone silver, pushed back and held up by his glasses.
He frowned at whatever he was observing, slim pale brows upturned. He pulled back, biting his lip a little and studying the slide under the microscope like it would give him more information if he scrutinized it with eyes whose blue you swore could only be found on butterflies or flowers or tropical ocean waters.
Even his appearance was an enigma to you. But the perplexed look made him look kind of normal. Like even the perfect boy-wonder Gojo Satoru could be mystified by something.
You're hard on him. Maybe, just maybe, sometimes a little too hard. Sure, he was a weirdo, and he set off the feeling in your gut that only screamed at you when you were in the vicinity of something dangerous. But he'd never done anything solidly wrong. Just gave you glimpses of things that could glint at something more sinister, but you never saw that.
You've been looking for something, chasing something, that you had no hard proof existed. Maybe all that darkness you felt emanating from him, hanging around him like a cloud, maybe it was all just like… depression, or something. You’d been there before, hiding behind a mask to keep up appearances. Hell, you were feeling something similar now.
The bodies lately, the sobbing families, mothers who had to be told they'd outlive their daughters. Daughters who had whole, beautiful lives ahead of them, stolen by some psychopath who collected pretty faces framed by dark hair.
You'd been doing that a lot lately. Second-guessing yourself and your instincts. There had been too many cases like this one, where it just went on for too long. Some of them solved, the killers brought down and served up on a silver scale to the judicial system to lay down proper punishment. Something you felt could be harsher based on the horrors you've witnessed, but didn't contest because what else could you do? You'd done your job.
Some of them though, they haunted you. The killing stopped, the MO never picked up again, and it was like the killers just… vanished. You were grateful for that at least, but it meant they moved on. Got away with it, and were maybe even in another prefecture to play boogeyman there.
Your gut was usually bang on, but you've been wrong before. Maybe, just maybe, could you be wrong about Gojo?
The man in the lab rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, pinching the bridge of his nose before pulling his glasses back down to sit there, and looking up through the window.
You didn't look away; you met his immense blue gaze head-on just as you always did.
He smiled with a few too many teeth, waved once, and winked at you. Long pale lashes brushing a high cheekbone in a single flick that set your teeth on edge. It screamed, ‘I know something you don't.’
Nah.
There was something seriously wrong with this motherfucker.
The files dropped to your desk with a soft thud, and you marched toward the lab.
Gojo traded out the scrap of fabric under his microscope for a clear, flat slide with a print, and tucked the scrap in a drawer. He hit two keys on his computer, the monitor switched quickly to the DLC database, the page set to a window waiting for scanned print information to be input. Just in time for you to fling the door open without knocking.
“Hey, sarge. How'd it go with that witness?” Gojo asked as you stood in the doorway, crossing your arms under your chest. Practically squishing your tits together and shoving them in his face. Cleavage peeked from the buttons undone on your shirt, but Gojo was a perfect gentleman and kept his eyes on yours.
You ignored his question and asked your own instead. Your eyes narrowed and already unimpressed as you looked him over, sitting hands in his lap. “Did you pull any matches from that hair sample?”
“It'll be hard, I know, but try to contain yourself.” Gojo grinned, turning slightly to snatch up a folder off a pile beside his monitor. “I not only got a match, but the guy is a real piece of work too.” You swiped it right out of his hand as he turned back to you, frowning as you flipped the front open to look for yourself. “Got sentenced to fifteen years on two counts of aggravated assault, rape, and abduction. The girls survived, but they matched the descriptions for the head hunter victims. Guess he escalated things once he got out of prison.”
“Served seven years and out on good behavior, my fucking ass.” You murmured, eyes darting around as you flipped through. Gojo hummed in agreement. “Fuck me, he matches the witness description too.”
“Oh? Well, let's hope he's still in town.” Gojo chirped, propping his elbows on his knees and leaning forward a little. Reading through the file, you were distracted and Gojo let his eyes glide over you fully once. Slow, appreciative.
God, you looked fucking great. Smart and sharp as a tack. That shirt hugged your tits perfectly, and he knew the moment you turned to walk out the door, he'd get a great view of your ass. Lips pushed together in concentration as you studied the pages, he wondered not for the first time what they'd look like in an ‘o’ with a moan spilling out. Your service weapon holstered at your hip made you deadly on top of it all.
Truly the perfect little package. Gojo almost felt guilty for deceiving you so much. But he didn’t.
What you didn't need to know, was that the piece of shit rapist he just handed to you, had absolutely nothing to do with all those headless girls.
But he was going to take the fall for it regardless. It all just kind of fell into his lap. Why not get attention off the real killer currently in nine pieces at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, get another scumbag thrown back in jail, and land you win with a huge case finally closed?
The witness was easy to convince, planting the DNA was a joke, he had early and backstage access to the scene, and bam! The perfect crime committed once again.
He was practically a fucking hero.
Well, maybe that's a stretch. Vigilante? Lame.
He was fucking good at this. That's what he was.
“How long have you had this ready?” You set a hard look on Gojo and he hummed.
“Maybe… an hour?”
“Why am I just now seeing it?” You snapped, shutting the file and crossing your arms once again. “I've been right there for fifteen minutes.”
Gojo’s jaw set, barely a clench.
That was one thing you were. You were so fucking ungrateful. But you were oblivious to all he did for you, so he couldn't be upset.
Maybe one day you'd see, but that day wasn't here yet. You weren't quite ready to accept whatever Gojo was.
Definitely not, actually.
“Sorry, sarge. I've been kinda busy in here.” Gojo shrugged, and you outright glared.
“With what? What could possibly be more important than a suspect on this case?”
“Um… the five other homicides on my plate?” Gojo said slowly, as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet. Knowing full well he was just pushing buttons now.
You scoffed. “Check your priorities, because you're wrong about that, Gojo.” Your arms dropped, and you put a hand on his desk, leaning into his space and boring your eyes into his. “If we're too late and this fucker gets away because of your time management skills, I'll make sure that goes in the report, got it?”
You wouldn’t be too late. He wasn’t going to get away because he wan’t even running. He had no idea what was coming for him. But Gojo feigned being sheepish and apologetic because he guessed that in your eyes, he fucked up.
“Sorry, sarge, it won't happen again.”
Your eyes took a slow trip down and back up over him, looking for something but not finding it, so you removed yourself from his personal space. Not that he minded you there. “Better not.”
“I'll just give you a call next time.” He drawled, a lazy smirk on his lips as he slung an arm over the back of his chair.
“Mm, please do.” It looked like it killed you to say those words, so you added a light, "That's what the damn thing is for after all.”
“You’re so right.” Gojo crossed a leg over the other, and cocked his head. “I’ll be sure it gets put to good use.”
You didn’t say anything else, just took the folder, turned on a heel, and gave Gojo a great view of your ass as you marched out, leaving the door open. He sighed, pulling out the fabric from the drawer he’d stuffed it in to resume his side work.
God damn, you were so much work. But he always lived for a challenge. And he could take the backtalk and the pressure you loved to put him under when you served him up guys like Zenin Naoya almost like a sacrifice, he’d take anything you threw at him.
It was absolutely perfect. You put the Zenin guy away for a few years on some assault charges, and a grudge was born. No, something deeper than a grudge, like a personal vendetta. Something strong enough that he’d want to make you pay for ‘ruining his life.’
Fucking unacceptable. That the piece of shit would ever think he had the right or even could come close to you, take you for himself, hurt you. Gojo already had some… mildly violent tendencies, and something about the thought of another person, another man putting his hands on you just made the red he saw even bloodier.
He’d never get the opportunity to get close to you. Not with Gojo around, he would always make sure of that. The Zenin worm would be in bags at the bottom of the Pacific before the sun rose.
Gojo glanced up through the window. You were talking with Nanami, flipping through the file as he looked from you to the turning pages.
Nanami was… fine. He was a good guy, he looked out for you—not that you’d ever need anyone but Gojo for that. He wasn’t a cop, he couldn’t be your partner out in the field or anything, so Nanami was probably the best of all the options you had. He just didn’t like the way Nanami looked at you sometimes. A little too lingering. A little more than just friendly affection in his eyes.
It was fine though. Nanami could be your partner in the field; he could help you with cases in the traditional sense—he was definitely that kind of guy anyway—but he could never do everything that Gojo did for you.
Nobody could ever do what Gojo did for you.
The neighborhood was near empty, typical for—Gojo pulled the sleeve on his shirt back enough to check his watch—10 PM. Cars lined the sides of the street, all your neighbors were home and settling in for the night, but not you, though. You’d likely be out at the precinct all night again thanks to the suspect you picked up earlier.
How perfect was that timing? Almost like someone planned it all.
A familiar car pulled up, and Gojo watched as it parked a few spots up from him. Gojo had everything ready for tonight. He had all he needed confirmed to finally act, and you’d be gone all night.
It was perfect. A nice night for this, too. Cool enough that it wasn't too hot with a beanie covering his distinct and immediately recognizable hair. Left his glasses at home in favor of contacts in case of a brawl because he could never be too prepared.
Naoya would wait around for a bit, but being the impatient little fuck he was, he’d get bored once he realized you wouldn't be home and head to his usual spot; an izakaya a few minutes away, and get obliterated.
Tonight was the night, and everything was perfect.
Gojo couldn't help but smile a little as he took a long sip of an iced matcha latte, letting the sweetness of extra vanilla syrup roll over his tongue, savoring it. He usually would save a sweet treat for afterwards, but he just had to get a little something for the stakeout.
The driver door on the Zenin creeps car opened, and out stepped the worm himself, glancing around as he tucked something in the waistband of his pants behind him. Gojo’s smile dropped instantly.
What the fuck was he doing?
The door shut, and Naoya made his way up the street towards your house. A scowl pulled Gojo’s mouth down, and he jammed the drink back in a cupholder. He gripped the wheel to keep his hands occupied and off the door handle. The creep was about to break in. He was going to wait for you inside your house.
The thought made Gojo’s skin crawl; it made him yearn and itch to go knock the ugly fucker out right then and there before he had a chance to get into your space, to touch your belongings. But Gojo reminded himself with a breath that you’d be gone tonight. That it would be fine, and Naoya would get bored of waiting quickly and give up once he realized it was pointless to hang around. He would just come back another night.
Too bad he wouldn’t get another night.
It was fine. Seeing Naoya stalk around the side of your house and disappear from view, it kind of made him want to grab the hunting knife from his kit and slit the wormy fuck groin to sternum and gut him like the animal he was, but Gojo took another long and cooling sip from the iced sugary drink and reminded himself that it was fine.
It was the perfect night. He had it all planned down to a tee; one little setback wouldn't put the whole thing off course.
Gojo sat for an hour in his car, and Naoya stayed put in your house. He was more annoyed than seething at that point; he really wanted to hurry this up. It was the second night in a row he’d been out hunting, and he was running on fumes and sucrose and the warm, metallic stain he could still feel as it spattered his lips.
As he was about to check his watch again, headlights beamed in his side mirror. His eyes went to them immediately, knowing it was likely just a passerby using the residential area as a shortcut or—
He jerked upright in his seat.
What the fuck were you doing here?
This was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be here. Why the fuck weren’t you still at the precinct? It was barely past 11 PM. If you were going home to change, he knew that wouldn’t happen until the early hours of the morning. So what the hell were you doing?
He didn't have time to analyze the why. You pulled into the spot right in front of your gate, and your car shut off. You were about to step right into the trap Naoya had set in your house. He had to do something, and fast. You couldn’t see him here, though, how the fuck was he supposed to do this?
God, you were so much fucking work. And of course, you couldn’t just make things a little easier by doing what you always did and just stay at the precinct all night. Tonight of all the fucking nights.
Did you want to die or something? Sometimes he wondered.
Gojo reached back and grabbed the small zippered case from under the backseat, and watched you walk up to your front door. He waited until you shut it behind you before you threw his own door open.
It had taken a lot of convincing, but with the suspect in an interrogation room and holding fast on total innocence and refusing to budge despite having him practically dead to rights, Nanami finally told you to leave. You could come back and join the action again after a brief rest and a shower. He assured you that he’d call if anything happened, but that you’d likely be walking into the exact same situation after a few hours away.
Nothing would happen while you were gone. It would be fine. You kept repeating it as you kicked off your shoes and flicked on the light in your hall, dropping your keys on the small table by the door.
The kitchen light flicked on and cast the area in a warm glow. You’d get a bite to eat, shower, try your best to sleep for a few hours, then head back. Your fridge didn’t offer much aside from a box of takeout from a couple of nights ago, so you grabbed it and threw it in the microwave.
While it was heating, you made your way down the hall to your bedroom. A few photos of your family lined the walls, your academy graduation photo, the one with—
You halted midstep. The photo with Nanami, the both of you in uniform, his hand on your shoulder as you wore the sergeant's shield for the first time with a small, proud smile, was crooked.
Maybe there was a minor earthquake in the area?
None of the other photos were off, but you drew it up to the hook potentially being loose, and straightened it, continuing down the hall and unbuttoning your shirt.
In your room, you placed your service weapon on your dresser and changed out of your work attire quickly. Slipping on a black and white Tokyo Metro Police Department shirt, a few sizes too big and softened from years of washing and wearing.
Your pants were off and around your ankles when you heard a creak in the hallway. Your head snapped up instantly, and you kicked off your pants, creeping out to check the dim hall.
Tip-toeing along the hardwood in an oversized t-shirt and panties, you felt almost like a horror movie damsel. It felt strangely eerie, and you thought for a moment about running back to your room to grab your service weapon, but before you could—
A figure stepped out. Dressed all in black, hair covered by a hood pulled up, face obscured by shadow, the person stood in your way at the end of the hall. Their hand moved, and you noticed the glint of light reflecting off metal. A gun.
Sure, you were a cop, a detective, but you weren’t impervious to fear. And that was exactly what ripped through you as the intruder took a quick step forward. Then another.
“What the f—stop!” You stepped back, almost stumbling over your own feet as you backed towards your room, towards where your gun was, and away from the intruder moving towards you. “I said stop! Right where you—”
Your words halted completely as your eyes found another figure behind the first. This one was moving faster though.
Fuck. There were two of them in your house. You had to get your gun, and fast. You started to turn around as the second intruder caught up to the first and—
In an instant, the second person brought a hand up to the first's neck, and they both came to a halt.
“Gotcha,”
The first intruder crumpled to the ground like a doll, and you stood in shock for a moment, staring at the man on the floor with your mouth hanging open.
What the fuck just happened?
Your head snapped up, back to the intruder still left standing. It all happened so fast, but as you looked a little harder at the second intruder, you felt your brain short-circuiting. You… recognized him. Well, you recognized the bit of hair that was uncovered by his hat.
Pure, abject horror crept in as he held his hands up, and stepped towards you.
“Oh my fucking god.” You took a step back. You didn’t have your phone, you didn't have your gun. All you had was the short distance between you and Gojo, who was in your fucking house for some reason.
“Okay, okay, I know this looks kind of bad, but that—”
“What are you doing here?!” You cut him off, still moving backward as he kept taking tentative, almost delicate steps toward you. Like he was approaching a wounded animal with its teeth bared.
He scoffed, shoulders dropping a little. “You could say thank you. That guy was gonna kill you, you know that, right?” The light from behind reflected off of something in his hand. The same hand he’d brought the intruder down with.
It was a fucking needle.
“Thank you? For what, breaking into my house? What are you even doing… here?” A realization settled in, and you barely breathed the word out. You almost couldn’t believe it. He said nothing, just cocked his head at you, like you were finally catching up to him.
Your eyes darted back and to the side. You could make a dash for it. Your room was right there, along with your gun and your phone. Gojo followed your eyes, and you both stood in silence, neither making the first move.
“Sarge, let's just—”
You lurched for your room. Launching into a sprint and pushing off the door frame to dart inside. Heavy, fast footsteps ran after you. Your fingers grazed the dresser, your gun was in reach, but a hand twisted into your shirt, and yanked you back.
You swung around, hand flattened to hit him in the throat, but he ducked out of the way. Catching your arm and pulling you around so your back was to his chest.
You made a fist with your free hand and slammed him in the balls with it.
“Ngh, fuck,” He gasped and groaned and hunched behind you, grip softening on your arm, and you tried to wrench free. But Gojo was bigger than you, and apparently, he was stronger too because his hand tightened fast and a thick bicep came up around your neck, pressing hard into your windpipe.
You fought for air, and got none as he squeezed tight and pulled you up, leaving your toes barely brushing the ground.
“Always so fucking difficult,” He rasped into your ear, breath hot as his lips brushed the shell. You clawed at his arms, scratching the fabric of his shirt, and he hissed, his arm around your neck was near crushing. “I could kill you right now, so stop fighting or I will.”
Oxygen was running out, your head was getting light and airy, but that sent a hard shiver through you.
You were right. You had been right the whole time.
Gojo was a fucking psycho.
And now he was going to kill you.
What you didn’t know was that Gojo was bluffing. He definitely could kill you, but he wouldn’t. And definitely not like that, with your face turned away from his.
This was unreal, though. He knew it was bad, that he’d fucked up by letting you see his face, letting you see him at all. But you hadn’t really given him a choice; it was all because you’d come home early, so he may as well live in the moment and revel in feeling your body flush against his. His arms wrapped tight around you in a moment he’d only imagined for a long time, and here it finally was.
“Sorry, Sarge, I didn’t want to do this.” It was a half-truth murmured in your ear as he felt you struggle and fight against him. Kicking and punching and scratching weakly until the last bit of air ran out, and your body slowly went limp as you lost consciousness in his arms.
Gojo loosened his arm around your neck and turned your face to him. The blood vessels around your eyes had burst, and little purple specks, almost like freckles decorated the skin. It was kind of cute. You even had a little furrow to your brow, he figured that was kind of a permanent thing for you.
“What the fuck am I gonna do with you?” He shifted an arm under your knees, and lifted you fully into his arms. Your head fell back, lips parting, and he looked over your sleeping, half-naked form as he strode back into the hall. Zenin Naoya was still in a pathetic pile on the floor.
“What a fucking mess.” Gojo grumbled, stepping over the creep in his way.
He was right. This was a fucking mess.
The ground beneath your feet was cold, like stone or cement. Your head throbbed, and as you pried your eyes open, the vision they took in was blurred.
You shifted, and found your arms were bound when you tried to pull them up to rub your face. It woke you the fuck up instantly, and you jerked upright. Blinking furiously to clear your eyes, your breaths started to come in shorter as you looked around yourself. You were sitting in a chair, hands tied behind the back of it. Your feet were unbound, still bare from the waist down.
Where the fuck were you?
What the fuck was going on?
“Good morning.” A familiar voice sing songed from across whatever room you were in, and your head snapped up to Gojo. You opened your mouth to speak, but barely rasped out what before you choked on it and coughed instead.
“Ah, yeah,” He chuckled, looking almost sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. “I was kind of hoping to use the M-99, but you didn’t give me much of a choice. Sorry.”
You lurched forward, and your wrists stung as hard plastic bit into the skin. The room around you was sterile, plastic covered every inch of the floor and walls, and soft yellowish light shone from behind the sheeting. There was a table between you and Gojo, and something was atop it.
A man.
You cleared your throat and swallowed a few times. The movement was difficult, like an impossible lump was there to block your esophagus, but you forced it down and looked Gojo in the eye again.
His hands splayed out, palms flat on the table between you and leaning over the figure with a coy smirk.
“What… the fuck… have you done?” You rasped out, almost choking on the words again.
“What have I done?” He echoed, cocking his head at you. “Well, for one, I saved you from this guy.” He gestured to the man on the table. He seemed to be asleep still, not moving as Gojo waved a massive hunting knife over his laid out body. “The least you could do is say thanks.”
“Thank you?” You cried incredulously, pulling hard at the restraint around your wrists. You wrenched and fought as panic started to creep in. “You fucking psycho! You choked me out! HELP! HELP ME!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, as loud and as hard as you could with your windpipe still suffering the aftereffects of being closed off.
“Go ahead, scream your head off!” Gojo yelled back, “Nobody can hear you.”
“Oh my god, I fucking knew it, fuck I knew it. You’re insane,” Your head hung, pulling at the ties around your wrists as you murmured more to yourself, “fuck he’s crazy.”
It's not like you wanted to be right, but you did feel a slight twinge of satisfaction being validated. You weren’t crazy, you saw it, and you were right.
“Why did you come ba—”
“Are you going to kill me?” You cut Gojo off, and he stared open-mouthed for a long moment, contemplating. Hesitating. “Oh my god! Fuckfuckfuck, okay, you don’t have to do this, we can—”
“Just relax, I'm not going to kill you.” He waved the knife in his hand around, dismissing your panic with an annoyed eye roll. “I don’t kill innocent people, but I can't really say the same for this guy.”
“What?”
“Do you recognize him? You should.” Gojo took the man's head in his hand and turned his face to you. Dyed blond hair and dark brows, upturned eyes shut, sharp features and a few piercings on his left ear.
“Is that… Zenin Naoya?”
Gojo smiled and let Naoya’s head drop back to the table. He was covered in a layer of plastic just like the room around you. Gojo strode around the table towards you, and you slumped back in the chair as he approached you, hunting knife still in hand. He crouched beside you and gestured to the wall of plastic to your right by Naoya’s feet.
“See those?” You followed the tip of his knife; there were a few photos of women, their faces bright and smiling. They all looked familiar; you’d definitely seen all of them at some point. “They were found in ditches on the outskirts of Tokyo, their heads all bashed in. Same murder weapon used in all three unsolved cases.”
Of course, they looked familiar; their faces had been up on the board in the briefing room for months. Their cases eventually grew cold, and the precinct had moved on with no leads.
“The only physical evidence we ever had was a fabric scrap found a few meters from the last body, barely even a few threads, and it never led anywhere. But,” Gojo whipped the knife back around, pointing it directly at Naoya with a wicked and satisfied grin on his face. “I found a shirt that matched it in a safe, in his apartment.”
“Why… why not hand over the evidence?” You felt you already knew the answer to the question, but you asked it anyway.
Gojo gave you a flat look in return. “There's a few reasons for that, a couple of which you definitely already know.” He straightened up, standing tall over you. He put a hand on the back of the chair and leaned in close. “First, I didn’t obtain the shirt… legally, as you’d say. The evidence would be thrown out immediately, but you know that.”
The tip of the huge knife pointed in your direction, Gojo dropped his head closer to yours, and your breath caught in your sore throat. “Second, Naoya has held a bit of contempt for you for a while now, guess he didn’t appreciate you putting him away on rape charges a few years ago. He’s been following you, and he was gonna act tonight if I didn’t stop him first—so you’re welcome for that.”
“And third,” Gojo sucked his teeth, pulling the knife away and backing out of your space, towards the table behind him. “If I handed him over to the department, I wouldn’t get to kill him. Duh.” His icy blue eyes rolled like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
With a hard swallow, your mouth opened and out poured years of hostage negotiation training. “You-you’re right, but you don’t have to do this, Gojo. It’s not too late, if you just let-let me go, I’ll take Zenin in and I’ll make sure he goes away for a long time. We can do this the right way.”
“Come on, Sarge,” Gojo tipped his head to the side, amusement playing on his handsome features, glasses nowhere to be found and hair falling across his forehead. He looked so different than usual, almost sympathetic.
“We both know that's a lie. Even if Naoya went away, it wouldn’t be for near long enough.” He twirled the knife in his hand, still looking at you as it spun in his fingers. “Sometimes, the world just needs to be cleansed of its filth.”
You opened your mouth to try again, but Gojo cut you off. “Just stop, the cop talk-down doesn’t work when the subject knows all the tricks.”
Fuck.
You took Gojo in in full. He had on a butcher's apron over a black, long-sleeved compression shirt. Black latex gloves covered his hands. There was another table covered in plastic with a black mat atop it, and an assortment of blades gleamed, tucked neatly in each slot.
He was going to kill Naoya. With you right there.
“This isn't the first time, is it?” You asked on a breath, almost a whisper, but Gojo heard, and he shook his head with a smile.
“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out, but I didn’t have much of a choice.” He sighed, walking back in your direction. A gloved hand came up, and your breath caught as he brushed your cheek. You jerked your head away, but he caught your chin and forced you to face him again. So close you could see each pale eyelash as his gaze flitted around your face.
“You shouldn’t have come home. If you’d just stayed at the precinct like you were supposed to, none of this would’ve happened. Too late for woulda, coulda, shoulda now though, right?”
A shiver shook through you. Incredulity twisted your features, and Gojo pouted. “Oh come on, don’t look at me like that.”
You swallowed hard. “Like what?”
“Like I'm some kind of monster or something.” His head tilted, lip jutting out still. “I’m just doing what you and the rest of the department can’t. I’m on your side here, really.”
“Are you looking for acknowledgement? A thank you or something?”
He shrugged, “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
“You broke into my house and choked me out, you’re a fucking psychopath.” You spat out, glaring.
“After you punched me in the dick,” Gojo scoffed, “and I didn’t really have a choice there because you were definitely going to shoot me.”
“No shit! You broke into my house!”
“I’m not going in circles with you on this. I was there for a reason, and it’s because you can’t watch your own back for shit.” He let you go and walked back to the table where Naoya was somehow still passed out cold.
Your head was swimming, still fuzzy from the oxygen deprivation and the impossible scene you found yourself tied up in, literally.
There was no exit you could see, and Gojo had said no one would hear you scream.
You were kind of fucked. All you could do was watch as Gojo pinched something close to Naoya’s face, and the man strapped to the table jolted awake with a gasp.
“What the f—”
“Shut up,” Gojo cut Naoya off, gripping his cheeks hard and bringing his face close. “You’ve been very bad, haven’t you?” Gojo practically purred in Naoya’s face. He took up the knife again and pointed it at the three photos on the wall, forcing Naoya to follow the tip of the blade. “Emiri Saito, Chieko Yamada, and Narume Kojima, look at them. You had the balls to take something from all of those girls, so have some fucking respect and look at them.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?” Naoya managed to get out with his face squished in Gojo's hand. “You’ve got it wrong, I-I’ve never seen any of them before!”
Gojo snorted, “You’re such a bullshitter, Naoya. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that nobody is buying that.”
Naoya seemed to register the words, and he looked around frantically, his eyes finding you quickly.
“You,” He hissed, “You fucking bitch, you did this, didn’t you? Set me up again, you fucking cunt!”
Before you could refute or object, Gojo slapped Naoya hard. He grabbed him by the throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off air, and snarled in his face. “Watch your fucking mouth. Don’t even talk to her you fucking scum.”
Your already hammering heart kind of… skipped?
Gojo tore his eyes off Naoya and met your gaze. The blue in his irises was brighter somehow, wide and wild and almost crazed, and your thighs squeezed together under the weight of it all. He chuckled, bearing a smile that flashed a few pearly teeth and fit with the look in his eye.
He was kind of right; what he was about to do wasn’t right, but he was doing what you couldn’t. If Naoya really was what Gojo said—a killer, taking the lives of innocent young girls after he’d violated them, maybe he kind of deserved whatever Gojo was about to do.
You should have been more scared than you were. But you weren’t.
What the fuck was wrong with you?
“Did you like that?” Gojo asked, his voice low and rough.
Maybe.
“You’re fucking crazy.”
It wasn’t a no, and Gojo took note of that. He saw the shift in your posture, your knees as they pressed together.
Such a bad liar.
He clapped his hands, looking almost giddy as he took a breath. “How exciting, I've never had an audience before. I’ll be sure to make this entertaining.”
Entertaining was one way to put it; Gojo put on a fucking show alright.
Gojo had spent a few years in med school before joining the forensics unit at TMPD, and he was sure to flex the skills he learned on Naoya.
He went through a few packets of smelling salts, pushing Naoya practically to the brink of death, passing out a few times before bringing him back to consciousness.
It was messier than usual. Naoya was missing a few fingers; the few he still had were mangled. Shallow stab wounds littered his torso, only where the knife would miss vital organs. Deeper cuts severed tendons and ligaments, rendering Naoya immobile even without the plastic strapping him to the table.
The eyeball just popped right out with the optic nerve still intact; he pulled until it snapped. Naoya screamed and screamed like a little bitch and passed out again. He was still out cold, and Gojo had yet to wake him up again.
The blood was glorious. They were both covered; it dripped from Gojo’s hair, down his face, and back onto Naoya in a cycle of sorts, then to the floor to pool with the rest.
Naoya wouldn’t last much longer; it was time to finish this. Gojo tore his eyes off Naoya to look at you.
He thought you might have been sickened by it all, and you definitely looked like you might literally be sick a couple of times, but you held out. You looked away a few times and winced when you heard a bone crunch and a pathetic cry choke out.
“How should I do it? Stab to the heart, slit his throat, sever the carotid artery and let him bleed out slowly? Ooh, I could cut his head off, but I did that with that last one.”
“Why would you do all of this?” You asked, your voice sounded weak and small. It didn’t even sound like you, and his smile fell.
“Because Naoya deserves to suffer. You know what happened to those girls,” He gestured to the photos with the bloodied knife, and his expression went cold. “He would’ve done the same to you, and I couldn’t let that happen.” Just the thought of it made him want to drive the knife home right then, but he held out. He’d need to wake Naoya up first.
“Don’t you see? All of this,” He gestured around himself, down at Naoya still out cold. “It’s all because of you, to keep you safe from scum like him.”
“What happened to this being about your fucked up sense of justice for those girls? Don’t pin this on me.” You snapped, and Gojo’s smile returned.
That's more like it.
“I’m not blaming you. Naoya would’ve ended up here regardless of whether he went after you or not. But he did, and I’m feeling quite passionate because of it.”
Your eyes widened a fraction, like you were just now realizing the extent of things. The things he would do for you, like you hadn’t just witnessed it all.
Gojo cracked a fresh pack of salts and held it to Naoya’s face. “Wake up, asshole, we’re not done yet.” The man startled and whimpered as consciousness returned, and he felt the full extent of his wounds all over again.
“What do you think, sweetheart? Should I put him out of his misery?” Gojo cocked his head, and Naoya glanced at you with one remaining eye.
He started to gurgle, “Fuck y—” The words cut off abruptly as the blade in Gojo’s hand carved through his throat with a roar.
“I told you not to fucking talk to her!” Fresh crimson spattered his face from the slit gaping wide on Naoya’s neck.
Gojo looked like a fallen angel, something horrifically biblical and cast from heaven as he heaved ragged breaths. Rage twisted his face, his eyes wide and the whites and blues burned bright against the deep, bloody red that splattered the rest of his face.
He groaned a low, “Fuck.” And ran a hand through his hair, streaking the stark white strands a bright red. He looked up from Naoya’s lifeless body to you, and your breath caught.
Still holding the knife and covered in Zenin Naoya's warm blood, Gojo stepped around the table and walked to you. You shook from the cold and something deep in your gut, like fear, swallowing hard as your head tilted back to look at Gojo.
He grabbed the back of the chair and tipped you backward. Your bare feet left the ground as Gojo loomed over you, his face close enough that you felt the heat of his breath on your lips, saw the individual specks of blood that decorated his face like freckles.
“I’d do anything, fucking anything for you. You understand that now, right?”
Your mouth opened to respond, but no words could make it up and out of your throat because warm lips wet with fresh blood pressed hard to yours.
You didn’t move. You couldn't move.
You had been trained to deal with hostage situations and knew what to do in theory if you were ever in one yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for something like this.
What the fuck were you supposed to do when your captor kissed you?
Probably not kiss them back. Right?
Blame it on adrenaline, the numbness of watching someone be tortured and killed, and maybe a few brain cells dying thanks to the headlock Gojo himself had you in a few hours ago, but his mouth on yours didn’t feel terrible.
It felt kind of… good?
Gojo was a psychopath. A confirmed killer. As a cop, you should have been thinking of any way to get out and get him detained, bring him to justice.
But as a captive, and the object of his twisted, fucked up affection…
I’d do anything for you.
Your lips parted, and you kissed him back.
What the fuck else could you do here, really? You really hated it, but you’d always found him attractive. Even being covered in blood and holding a knife didn’t detract from that.
In a perverse way, it was kind of flattering. Horrifying, of course, but maybe you’d been desensitized to all this shit from so many years of investigating brutal murders, seeing the bodies yourself, because what Gojo had done right before your eyes didn’t make you as sick as it should have.
He was right. Naoya was scum. And now he was gone, and Gojo did it for you. It was wrong and illegal, so fucking illegal, but he’d done what you and the law couldn’t. Served up justice with a blade, and now Zenin Naoya would never hurt another girl again, and that was certain.
Fuck. You should really stretch before doing mental gymnastics. Maybe you could blame it on Stockholm syndrome, too.
The taste of pennies and something sweet like vanilla hit your tongue as it met Gojo’s. A slick, gloved hand gripped your thigh, the knife pressed flat to your skin under his wide palm. It was still warm, too.
Gojo almost couldn't believe it. It was impulsive, the high of a fresh kill left him up in the clouds, and there you were, tied up and half naked and wide-eyed, and he just did it. Kissed you without expecting anything in return because he couldn’t stop himself.
But you were kissing him back.
He’d shown you the deepest, darkest part of him and expected disgust in return. Not… this.
Maybe you were more fucked up than he thought.
You still trembled a little, but you didn’t pull away as his hand glided up on your thigh, streaking blood on your skin. Blood he spilled for you.
Gojo pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, to see the blood smeared on your lips. “You liked it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” You shook your head, but you were squirming in your seat. “Don’t even try to fucking lie to me.”
“What are you going to do to me, Gojo?” It came out breathless, pitched, and almost desperate, like you were thinking of all the things he could do to you, that you couldn’t stop him from doing.
He laughed and tilted his head a little, “What do you want me to do to you, sergeant?”
“I-I don’t…” You trailed off, your eyes flitting away for a moment. Gojo dropped his head, and your nose brushed his. He pulled his hand from your leg, and the tip of the knife caught the hem of your shirt.
“Tell me when to stop, I might.” He smirked, and slowly lifted the blade in hand, pulling your shirt up with it. You looked panicked as your shirt went up over your panties, cute and black with a pretty lace trim. But you said nothing, just breathing hard and fast with eyes impossibly wide as he exposed more of your stomach.
What were you doing? You should say it, say stop and hope to god that Gojo would. But you didn’t. You said nothing as the tip of that huge knife dragged lightly over your sternum, up between your breasts, staring silently at Gojo as his eyes lowered.
Cold air hit your breasts, your nipples pebbled with the cotton barrier removed, and you finally spoke.
“Let me go.” You whispered, but it wasn’t stop, and Gojo looked you in the eye again.
“You know I can’t do that.” The knife halted close to your neck, the blade pressed to your skin just under the collar of your shirt. “Tell me what you really want, and don’t lie this time.”
You stayed silent, lips pressed together almost as hard as your thighs were.
What the fuck was wrong with you? Your body was committing the ultimate betrayal; heat was pooling low in your gut despite how you shivered against the cold. It had been a while since you’d had time for a relationship or even just a hookup, and Gojo had just lit up something that demanded satisfaction after being long ignored.
Why now?
Was your own sex drive going to be the thing that got you killed?
Gojo let the back of the chair go, and the feet slammed to the floor with a bang that made your teeth clack. He flipped the knife around fast, and the blade tore through your shirt with a loud rip.
You inhaled a sharp gasp, and Gojo chucked quietly. “Oops, I slipped.”
He was always like that. A teasing little shit, and it always irked you, and the irritation broke you from the silence you’d been holding. “Are you a fucking animal? Why not just take it off?!”
Gojo seemed a little taken aback by the outburst; you were too actually. But he recovered quickly and scoffed, lifting a pale brow. “Well, you didn’t tell me to take it off. Don’t get pissy because you’re too chicken shit to say what you want.”
The knife dragged down your stomach, leaving a thin red trail in its wake. Stopping only once he reached the waistband of your panties, the tip hooked in and caught the lace.
“Should I cut these off too? Or will you use words like a big girl?”
“Fuck you.”
Gojo gripped your face with his free hand, and he sneered. “Watch it. I like you, but don’t push your luck here.” He was close enough again that his lips brushed yours as he whispered the next words that sent a fresh jolt of lightning up your spine. “You’ve seen what I do when I’m pissed off, so be careful, sweetheart.”
He kissed you again, still holding your face in place as his tongue pushed into your mouth. It must have stolen rational thinking from you, because you kissed him back again instead of biting his tongue like you probably should have.
Gojo’s hand left your face, but you didn’t take the opportunity to turn away. No, for some reason, you angled your head, leaning into it more and more. It felt too good for the situation you were in, but maybe that was what made it impossible to pull away from. The electricity that sparked with each flick of his tongue against yours, the danger that lurked in his lips, so pretty and warm and nice sliding against yours with little chu’s.
Something cold and hard pressed to your temple, and clicked. Gojo smiled against your mouth. You knew the sound well, and your eyes flew open with a gasp, breaking the kiss.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, or I’ll pull the trigger and do it anyway.”
“Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You whimpered, and only received the cold steel of the barrel of your own gun pushing into your temple harder, and a manic grin in return.
“A lot, you should’ve realized that by now. Say what you want, don’t think I won't do it.”
He was still covered in the blood of a man he’d brutally killed right in front of you; you had no doubt he’d pull the trigger.
Fear filled your wide eyes, glassy with unspilled tears you were holding back. It looked so good on you. He wanted you to shake and cry and beg almost as much as he wanted you to admit the truth.
Gojo usually just dealt with the body and grabbed a sweet treat after dispatching a killer, but he had the feeling you’d taste better than any dessert.
Your eyes darted from his, to the gun in your periphery, wide and panicked. Your chest rose and fell fast. You were struggling, trembling, and overwhelmed by the shift and thinking your life hung by a thread, easily severed by one little twitch of his finger.
He wouldn’t do it like that, though. Not with a bullet to your head, that was so impersonal, and not his style.
You hated this feeling. Fearing for your life and for some reason still not pulling away from the person threatening it. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before; your skin burned hot despite the cold with your shirt bisected and hanging open. The gusset of your panties was slick and sticky, and you kept your legs squeezed shut to keep it hidden.
Had you ever thought about Gojo like that before? Maybe …yes.
Were you thinking about his hands on your body, what his cock was like, and what it would feel like if he fucked you right now? That was a shameful maybe.
Would you ever admit that without your life on the line? Probably not.
But it was. Gojo literally had a gun to your head. You had to say it, right?
You took a deep, shaky breath and swallowed. “You’re fucking crazy, Gojo. But I-I want you.”
Something like surprise flickered in his eyes, almost like he hadn’t expected you to actually say it. But you didn’t get a moment to analyze it. Gojo slammed his lips to yours. It was bruising and desperate, and the barrel dropped from your temple, dragging cool steel down the side of your face, down your neck to press up under your jaw.
You probably would have done it anyway, but he forced your chin up and your head to tilt, deepening the kiss you could already barely breathe around.
The knife at your hip moved, and you heard another rip.
You groaned into Gojo’s mouth and pulled back a little. “What the fuck, I said—”
“I felt like it.” He murmured, cutting you off and putting his lips back on yours. The knife clattered on the ground, and Gojo’s fingers curled into the waistband of your panties and yanked. They tore like fucking paper and left you exposed.
He pulled the gun away from your jaw and used both hands to pull your legs apart. You didn’t fight it. Your mind was melted and spinning, and you didn’t even try to close your legs when two fingers glided along your slit. Gojo swallowed the moan that spilled from your lips, then pulled his tongue from your mouth and broke the kiss. A lewd, pinkish string of saliva still connected your wet lips to his.
“Were you this wet when you denied liking getting to watch me kill Naoya? Bet you were, a liar and a slut.” He tsk’d and slid two thick fingers still wrapped in slickened latex, into your cunt, watching closely as your face contorted.
Your brows turned up, lips parting a little as a quiet “Ohh,” escaped.
Fear looked good on you, but that was the face Gojo had been dying to see. The one you made as he fucked you nice and slow on his hand. Savoring the sounds that spilled from your lips every time he pushed in deep and the way you gripped around him when he curled his fingers.
Gojo kept going until he finally hit a spot and pressed up, and you gasped, legs trying to clamp shut around his hand. He didn’t bother forcing them back open; he just put the muzzle of the gun under your chin again, and your eyes went wide. He didn’t miss the way your cunt twitched and pulsed with your own gun put to your head.
“Ah, keep them open.” You obeyed, legs falling open again. You bit your lip and let your chin be pushed up when he nudged with the muzzle. Gojo pressed his cheek to yours, letting his lips brush your ear as he spoke. “I've never seen you like this, so obedient. I didn't even think you could go thirty seconds without barking at me like a bitch.”
Your vision unfocused, and your eyes almost rolled as Gojo pulled his hand back, and pushed back inside with a third thick digit. The muzzle pushed your head up again, and you felt Gojo’s teeth on the side of your face as he smiled.
“You like this though, don't you? Like being held on the firing end of your own loaded service weapon with the safety off?”
A whimper left your mouth, and you barely registered the feeling of steel dragging down your chest over Gojo nipping at your ear. Your mind was splintering a little more with every thrust of three fingers into your cunt that seemed to get faster.
So suddenly, you almost choked on the spit pooling in your mouth. Gojo's hand pulled away, and cold metal pushed into you instead. Your legs closed on instinct, and Gojo’s now free hand pulled them open again.
“Tch, if I want to fuck you with this thing, I will.” His tongue traced the shell of your ear. The cold muzzle glided through your folds easily with the slick still drooling from your hole. “Would you like that? Would you scream and cry and shake and come all over it like a slut?”
The cold, thick barrel barely pushed inside. It felt perverse. The metal felt wrong, unforgiving and alien, and so fucking wrong.
Dehumanizing, you felt like something was being stripped from you with each centimeter of your own service weapon that your cunt was forced to stretch around. Tears that had been held back up until that point broke free and spilled over.
Your own body was betraying you again. Your rational mind knew you should object, knew that you should have tried to stop all of this before it got out of hand.
But you didn’t. And now you were getting fucked with your own gun by a killer still coated in the blood of his latest kill, the one he did for you, and it felt wrong but not bad, and that fact splintered the rest of your mind.
You were supposed to be able to deal with situations like this, ones where your life was on the line and it was you and your experienced mind versus whatever crazy had decided to take you on.
But Gojo was different. He wasn't just another crazy. He was smart and calculating and psychotic. He'd planned for this, all while you should have seen it coming, but didn't.
You knew there was something wrong with him, but you never saw him coming. And now, you were trembling, biting your lip hard to keep a pathetic noise in your throat as the last few centimeters of cold steel were shoved inside you.
The tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, burning from shame at the way your hips shifted around with the barrel stilled inside you.
“I've never seen you cry before,” Gojo marveled as he looked you over. “You're even prettier than I had imagined.” You hated the way you leaned into his palm as he cupped your face and brushed a thumb through the wet tracks.
His voice was sweet like saccharine honey and at complete odds with how he pulled the barrel out halfway and pushed back in. “Be good and make lots of noise when I make you come, sweetheart. I've been dying to hear what you sound like.”
You could feel every cold ridge and edge of the barrel as it dragged slowly in and out, so deep that the trigger guard pushed into your clit and made you jolt. It felt purposeful, like Gojo wanted you to feel every little bit of it, wanted you to sit and squirm and take it as he fucked you with the most deadly inanimate object a person could encounter.
Your face was something Gojo had never even imagined. Better than anything his own mind could've created. Contorted in pleasure and fighting it hard. Cheeks flushed a deep red, lashes wet and clumped together as more tears spilled. Like you hated that you liked it, maybe even loved the way it felt.
He was torn. Watching you twitch and jerk and fight your own body from doing what it really wanted was beautiful, and he didn't want to stop until you couldn't hold it back any longer. He didn't want to stop until you broke by his hand and gushed around the cold steel barrel.
But on the other hand, he wanted to feel it himself. He doubted you'd object, you'd probably welcome the replacement of cold metal—that was probably still shockingly cold compared to how hot your cunt was—with his dick.
But the desire to watch you fall apart and shatter first outweighed the need to stick his dick in you. Just barely.
Your lip trembled, your eyes were far off somewhere else and glassy, darting around the room behind Gojo. They landed on something and went round, your breath caught, and you hiccuped. You looked at Gojo again, fear and pleading in your blown pupils.
“P-please,” Your voice cracked on the word. He had never seen or heard you like that, never thought you even could beg or whine like that.
He brushed your cheek again with a thumb, wiping the fresh wetness that fell. “Please what, sweetheart?” He never stopped the movement of his hand, still savoring the way he could feel your cunt gripping the barrel.
You whimpered, “Please, fuck, I-I can't—I can't… fuck,” You couldn’t even finish the sentence, biting down on your quivering lip. You were writhing, chest heaving, and he finally realized that…
You were about to come, and you hated it.
“You can, just stop fighting it.” He pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb.
He tore his eyes off your mouth, still stained red, looking like you’d been wearing lipstick before he came and fucked it up.
“Give in to me, I promise you'll feel so fucking good. I'll make sure of it.” Gojo’s lips brushed yours, not a kiss, not yet. He had to hear you say it. Say yes and let go, let him make you see stars and forget how fucking wrong what you were doing was, and just give in to how right it felt.
You were right there, dangling on the precipice of breaking. Your eyes glazed, lashed fluttering as you held his gaze and whispered his name.
“Gojo, please.” The sound of you begging, pleading him. Uttering his name like some kind of broken prayer that could save you from what was happening, what was about to happen.
It was so unbelievably easy, you made it so easy. Just dripping slick arousal and the barrel slid through your cunt. It was a mess. You were a mess, and the sounds of your pussy squelching and sucking the barrel back inside were obscene.
Your jaw dropped a little more but no sound came out, and Gojo sent the command into your open mouth. “Do it,”
Your body tensed, he felt it. Your eyes started to roll, losing focus and your legs shook. You were still fighting it.
“I’d do anything for you, I'd fucking kill for you, so come for me.” Gojo gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. Your glassy eyes were on his, the look that bore through him was there but it was like you were finally seeing behind the curtain. His lips were on yours as he poured the words he’d held back for years right into your mouth.
“Just give in, let me break you. I’ll be yours forever."
Legs shaking, your hips lifted. Spine arching into a bow, chest pushed up and your head dropped back into his hand. Looking like a fucking angel in a tattered black t-shirt as you finally let go. A pretty moan spilled right into Gojo’s mouth as the tether holding restraint snapped, and you broke.
Wrong. It was wrong how disgustingly good it felt. The heat that coiled and tightened and wrapped through your entire body finally freed, you heard the sounds that came from your own mouth and almost couldn’t believe it. Guttural and unrestrained, your wrists stinging as sharp plastic bit into your skin and drew blood with every shift and pull.
Gojo kissed you again and you let him in without a fight. Still tasting of warm metal, like sucking on coins after being held in hand. It was filthy. Tasting the blood of one man while you were kissing another. Your walls pulsed and gripped around the barrel as Gojo fucked you through the mind melting orgasm, pulling your hair and holding your head back to him as you saw stars and felt them bursting through you.
The last waves shuddered through and you twitched as he pulled the barrel out and left you empty. Breaking from your mouth with another filthy string of saliva tying you together.
He bought the slick coated barrel up to his face, holding it upside down, pinky resting on the trigger. Safety off, hammer cocked. One slip of that finger, and you’d have been bleeding out.
It shouldn't have been so hot. You shouldn’t have shivered at the sight of Gojo, blood streaked in his hair and spattered on his face, sticking his tongue out to lick the full length of the barrel. Pale lashes fluttered, moaning as he tasted you on the steel.
“I’d love to let you hold it while I suck this thing clean,” Gojo waved your gun and winked, “But I get the feeling you’d pull the trigger if I did.” His tongue glided up the barrel again and flicked over the muzzle.
You swallowed hard, and countered with, “Take the bullets out then.”
He seemed to contemplate it, head tipping to the side as he tapped the muzzle to his lips. “Hmm, but I’d have to cut those straps.”
“Is that a bad thing? I could touch you, don’t you want me to?” You bit your lip, angling your head a little with the doe-iest eyes you could summon. Gojo’s jaw clenched, gaze growing heavy under thick, pale lashes. It only lasted a moment before he licked his teeth and a wicked smile spread in its stead.
“Think you’re smart? Sorry, sweetheart, that won’t work.”
“I want to touch you, Gojo.” You pouted, it wasn't a complete lie.
“Satoru,” He corrected, gently but firmly. “We’re past formalities now, don’t you think?”
You pulled forward, as far as you could with your arms behind the chair, bringing your face closer to him. “Let me touch you, Satoru.”
Fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.
So pretty, and catching onto the fact that you could ask just about anything of him and he’d do it. You looked like a trap, like the moment he took the bait, steel would clamp around his hand.
Gojo knew restraint, he could wait and be patient and bide time. But he had limits. That bait was you, squirming around barely covered by that bisected shirt, thighs glistening and slick. Eyes wide and pleading and fucking needy. Looking at him like you needed him.
“You’re not getting the gun, loaded or not.” Gojo straightened, stepping around the chair to stand behind you. He grabbed your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him. “Try anything, and my finger might slip.”
Acknowledgement came in a slow nod, lip caught between your teeth. Gojo lowered his face to yours, pulling your lip free with his thumb. “Very good, remember that, sweetheart. I’d hate to do it, but I won't hesitate to snuff you out.”
Gojo kept the gun in hand as he snapped the bloodied zip tie around your wrists, breaking the plastic at its weak point and your shoulders sagged as your arms were freed. He straightened again and watched you closely as you rubbed your wrists.
You were free, you could run right now. Instinct made you itch to leap to your feet and dash for the closest exit.
Too bad you had no idea where that was, and Gojo would catch you before you could figure that out for yourself.
Looking around, you saw the knife near your feet. If you lunged for it, you’d get a bullet to the head.
Gojo could see the gears turning in your head. But you were fucked here. Even if you got out you'd be running into practically the middle of nowhere being on the far outskirts of Tokyo.
He pulled the tie on the butchers apron free and tossed it aside, moving to stand in front of you again. You lifted your eyes to his, hands in your lap and idle.
“Stand up,”
You definitely weren’t running anywhere, your legs still trembled a little as you rose to your feet. You took a tentative step forward, bringing yourself close enough to feel the heat of Gojo's body through the clingy black shirt. Eyes trained on his, you reached out with one hand to glide over his wide chest, and down.
A sigh left his pretty, full lips as your fingers curled into the waistband of his dark pants. His shirt had ridden up a little and you could see the lines that curved along his hips and dove down, your fingers brushed through a trail of soft hair, bright white just like the mess of it on his head. He tensed when you touched him, biceps flexing, but he didn’t stop you.
Silently, you lowered to the ground. Your knees hit the hard ground and plastic crinkled quietly. The only other sound was heavy breathing as both hands moved to pop the button on his pants open.
Gojo took your chin in his gloved hand and lifted your face up to him. “Is this what you want?”
Your lip caught again and you hummed. “Mhm,”
Gojo pulled it free again, and slipped his thumb past your teeth, into your mouth to press down on your tongue. “No biting.” He winked. You nodded, opening the closure on his pants. The knife was just to the left of your leg, it was in reach, but the second you moved you’d get a bullet to the head.
Distract him.
That’s all it was. The saliva pooling in your mouth, the slick dripping down your thighs. You ignored that. Ignored how wet you were getting and how heat coursed through you as you pulled his boxers low and freed his cock.
Of course it was pretty too. Pale with a little curve, blushing tip beading pre-cum from the slit. Long and thick enough that you could just wrap your hand around the base because of course he’d have a big dick too.
It was always the fucking nerds.
Gojo jolted a little and a pitched noise like a whine caught in his throat as your hand twisted up the length of his cock, and your thumb brushed his tip. Spreading the pre-cum that just kept leaking.
His thumb left your mouth, gliding over your lips, wetting them with your own spit.
“Want me to be gentle, sweetheart? Or should I fuck your face?” He asked, breathless and cheeks already flushing pink under the spatters of crimson.
You shook your head, pumping his cock slowly. “I don’t want gentle, Satoru.”
He slapped you. Hard. Your head snapped to the side and you choked on a gasp as your cheek started to sting.
You said it. So he was going to deliver.
His hand tingled from the impact and his cock throbbed as he watched you recover from shock. Taking your chin in hand again, he gripped hard and turned you back to face him.
Your body was as masochistic as Gojo was sadistic and your cunt drooled, the heat on your cheek from the slap was everywhere else too.
He did it again, palm flat as it connected to the same cheek just as hard and your head snapped to the side with a little less force. Like you’d prepared for it that time. Your jaw clenched but it didn’t stop the whimper from coming out. Your thighs shook and rubbed together, sliding easily with the slick that smeared.
Gojo almost did it again when you lifted your face to him all on your own. But the look you gave him made him falter a little. Brows turned up, lips glossy and parted, bright red deepening on your cheek, and your eyes. Fuck. The need in your eyes almost brought him to his knees. Tears gathered and ready to spill, about to fucking cry all over again.
He wanted those tears to fall when you choked on his cock.
“What a slut.” He crooned as your lip trembled, “Remember, sweetheart. Bite me, and I’ll put one between your eyes and keep going till I come.”
Looking horribly angelic with a smile that was pure and sweet, Gojo spewed vile filth that made your heart kick at your ribcage, and your core flood with heat.
Wrong. There was something seriously wrong with you. Because you nodded and, and opened your mouth wide.
His fingers thread into your hair, holding tight but he didn't pull or guide you, just held as you licked the drip of pre-cum off the tip of his cock. Tasting salt and sweetness on your tongue. He sucked a sharp breath in through clenched teeth as your lips closed around him.
The sounds he made were pretty and pornographic and matched the look on his face as your lips stretched around the thickness and he hit the back of your throat. Pulling back, your tongue traced a prominent vein along the underside and he moaned again. Pale brows knit together, the baby blue of his irises rendered to a thin ring with the wide black of blown out pupils.
You couldn’t help but think he looked so pretty like that. With his lip caught in his teeth, blood streaked his brilliantly white hair pink, pieces of it fell into his face, across his eyes and framing his face.
I’d do anything for you.
I’ll put one between your eyes and keep going till I come.
It was a shame he was such a nut.
Your eyes went wide and you choked as he tightened the hand in your hair and thrust into your mouth, shoving almost all the way in. He groaned deep in his throat and his cock pulsed in yours. Tears pricked your eyes and fell as you blinked.
The hand in your hair held your head in place as he started to fuck your throat. Your eyes rolled, hand dropping away to your side as control was taken from you. “Like that, huh? Fuck, you’re so filthy. Such a—mnnh—such a slut.”
It went right to your aching cunt, pulsing around nothing. Throbbing with Gojo’s cock hitting deep in your throat, forcing you wide open to him as he held your head and fucked your face. Drool dripped down your chin, so much it trailed down your neck in lewd streaks.
Your mind was splintering again as your nose buried in the soft, fluffy hair. Lashes fluttering as your eyes rolled and you gagged.
“Ohh my fucking god,” Gojo moaned loud, his head flew back and your objective snapped back into place. You moved, reaching to your left and your fingers closed around the handle of the huge hunting knife.
Gojo’s grip tightened, your scalp stung.
The tip of the knife barely pushed into his side before steel pressed to your temple again.
“Gotcha,”
Fuck.
The blade pricked and cut into his side, the tip of it broke skin and was pushing in between his ribs. You gave him a weak glare, throat tight and still choking on his cock with the muzzle of your gun to your temple.
He was close already, balls tight and abs clenched to hold himself back. But that sight alone pushed him right over the edge.
He grunted a “Fuck,” and his hips stuttered. Your eyes went wide and you blinked furiously as his cock kicked in your mouth, and he spilled hot cum down your throat. “Don’t—ngh—don’t fucking look at me like—ugh—like that,” He muttered through clenched teeth, shoulders drooping and panting.
“Think you’re sneaky, huh?” He asked, catching his breath as he pulled your face away. You gasped for air and coughed when his cock pulled from your throat. Holding the knife that cut into his ribs. He held the gun to your head as you recovered. “Saw that one coming the second you got on your knees, sweetheart.”
“Fuck… you,” You choked out with a glare.
Gojo gripped your arm and hauled you up to your feet. The knife pulled from its spot between his ribs and moved to his throat quickly, blade pressed to a critical vein. The muzzle of the gun went under your chin.
He held your naked body to his, his face amused as he asked, “So, what now?”
You searched his face, lips puffy and glossed with spit. Your cheek still bright red from the slaps.
You lurched forward, and kissed Gojo, lips pressing to his hard.
It caught him a bit off guard, but he got his shit together quick and wrapped an arm around your waist. Your head tipped and your arm went over his shoulder, fingers threading up through his hair. The other still holding the blade to his neck.
The muzzle of your gun stayed pressed to your temple as Gojo walked you backwards until you hit a wall covered in plastic. Your mouths clashed, short breaths hot and mingling together as your tongues tangled and slid together.
He pinned you to the wall with his body, hard chest pressed to yours.
Gojo lifted his face away and pulled the latex glove off his free hand with his teeth, tossing it to the floor. His mouth found yours again and he gripped and squeezed along your body. Your spine arched, pushing your breast into his bare hand as he pinched and rolled your nipple.
You moaned into his mouth. His hips pushed forward, to you. Cock already hard again and pressed to your stomach.
Wrong. So, so wrong. How badly you wanted it. How twisted and dangerous and fucking hot it was with a gun to your head and a blade to his throat.
Maybe you were a nut too.
Gojo slid his hand down to your thigh, lifting your leg to the side. You pushed up on your toes to get yourself a little closer to his height.
“Say it,” He murmured to you.
You were aching, doing everything but begging for it at that point.
“Fuck me,” It was a whisper of a plea into Gojo’s mouth and it made him smile. That you’d finally admit it, admit that you wanted him. For real this time. The cards were all out in the open, no sneaky blade was about to stab into his vitals because it was already at his throat.
“Anything you want,” He glanced between you, “Give me a hand, sweetheart. Mine are a little full,” He tapped the muzzle to your temple lightly with a smirk.
The hand in his hair dropped, gliding over his broad shoulder. Down his chest, you felt every line and dip and defined muscle of his abs. Your eyes lowered to follow to trail down, and you gripped his cock. He took a sharp breath, eyes trained on your face as you bit your lip and slid the tip of his cock through your folds.
Long fingers dug into your thigh, gripping hard as you lined him up to your drooling hole. The heat of your cunt was driving him fucking crazy, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.
You looked up again, lip in your teeth, and he drove his hips up.
Your face contorted, nose scrunching as your pussy struggled to take the thick intrusion. The blade at his throat trembled as you cried out, clenching around Gojo’s cock as he pushed halfway in and stilled.
Fuck. You were so fucking tight.
He’d imagined something like this before, but nothing, not the vision his head fed him to pump his cock to, no other person, nothing could ever come close to being buried in you.
Gasping for air, gripping his shoulder and bunching the fabric of his shirt in your fist as you trembled on his cock. Stilled halfway in, every little twitch and pulse of your cunt made his breath come short.
“Fuck…” You whimpered as his lips touched yours again. “Gojo, I can’t—”
“Satoru,” He reminded, “I’m literally inside you, sweetheart.” He groaned and pushed into you deeper, “You can take it all, right? Make it fit like a good girl, yeah?”
You whined, shaking on tip toes. “Don’t fucking call me that,”
“Want me to call you a slut instead?” He grinned, breathing hard and pulling out to shove back in deeper. “What if I called you mine?”
You shut him up with another kiss. He licked into your mouth like a claim, branding you with his hot tongue and his cock buried so deep it felt like he was in your guts already. The stretch burned and took your breath, pain and adrenaline made it melt into pleasure that you craved more of.
Fucking into you steadily, you felt every vein that dragged through your walls. The angle had him push into a sweet spot on every thrust into you.
Moans and heavy breathing and obscene squelching echoed off the plastic as he fucked you up against the wall, holding you open to him with the muzzle still pressed to your head.
“You’re mine, you understand that now, right?” Gojo murmured to you, “You’ve always belonged to me, now I'm just taking what’s mine.”
He nipped your lip, dragging his mouth over yours as he pinned you to the wall and bottomed out with one hard thrust. “Say it.”
Fucked. That’s what you were. So unbelievably fucked.
You looked him in the eye as you breathed the words out.
“I’m yours,”
It didn’t feel like a lie. It felt like you belonged to him. Gojo killed for you, why didn’t that scare you more? Make you want to run from him and the claim he’d seemed to set on you long before this.
The gun dropped from your head and clattered to the ground. You had leverage now, he was giving up control and power and you could do it, tell him to stop and use this to get out.
But you didn’t.
You dropped the knife, threw your arms around his neck, let him pick you up with both hands, and kissed him.
Gojo carried you across the room and set you down on the table that held Zenin Naoya’s lifeless body. He broke the kiss, still buried inside you, and turned your head to face the corpse. You shut your eyes against the sight of it.
Gojo’s lips brushed your jaw as he spoke, his voice was raw and low. “Look. He’ll never hurt another girl again, and it’s because of you. Because I’d do anything for you.” Gojo turned you to look at him again. “I belong to you, too. Every fucked up part of me is yours.”
He looked as raw as he sounded. Eyes wide and vulnerable like he was bearing his soul to you, and you nodded. You didn’t agree with the method, but you understood.
Too many times you’d felt you weren’t enough, like you were failing the people you swore to serve and protect. Gojo had done the same, and he was doing it in a way that made certain the monsters that roamed free would never harm again.
You were always into the vigilante thing, you guessed. It was pretty hot. Maybe Gojo would wear spandex and a mask too.
The thought made you laugh a little and you cupped his face with both hands. “You’re a fucking psycho. Take your shirt off, this feels unfair.”
Gojo grinned, wide and wicked and so pretty it wasn’t fair. “I’m crazy for you, sweetheart. Anything you want.” He pulled the tight black shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
That wasn’t fair.
You always thought it weird that a nerd holed up in a lab all day would be so jacked, and now you understood why. You eyed him without shame, just as you always did. Lingering on his broad chest, gaze sliding down the ripples of his abs. There was a bloody cut on his oblique from where the knife had dug in.
Oops.
“Fuck me,” He was still buried inside you, but you said it anyways. And Gojo obliged.
He spread your legs open with both hands, and held tight as he thrust hard into you. He split you open on his cock, panting into your mouth and staring with lidded eyes into yours as he slammed in balls deep.
Your head flew back and a guttural sound came from deep in your chest. The pace he set was brutal, like he’d held something back before and it was snapped free now. A sound like a growl rumbled in his throat, teeth raking down your jaw, over your throat and he latched on to the skin.
He sucked and bit and bullied into you. Pushing your legs wider as he angled his hips up to push into a spot that made your head spin. Stars glittered across your vision and your nails dug into skin as you gripped his shoulders.
The pain didn’t bother him one bit. He reveled in it, savoring the sting of your nails breaking skin. He bit harder and moaned against your throat. The table rocked with every hard thrust.
He never wanted it to end, your cunt gripped and pulsed around his cock, greedy as fuck and sucking him in. Wet and loud and hot, what heaven might feel like. Your pussy was better, and he’d never even get to see the gates to compare.
Gojo rocked into you, sliding in deep and whining around your throat as the tip of his cock ground against your cervix. You cried out, cunt fluttering around him. Your legs shaking in his grip, spine bowing to push your chest up to him.
It was perfect. You were perfect.
He wanted to ruin you, break you just to put you back together and do it all over again.
Heat coiled through you, wrapping through your insides like a white hot wire that burned anything it touched. Every drag of his thick cock through your walls sparked more and you clawed at Gojo’s shoulders, keening as you clung to him.
You were so lost in everything you didn’t even notice his hand move until his thumb pressed to your clit and your eyes rolled.
“Oh my god, f-fuck!” Your body locked up, shuddering as he toyed your clit, pressing mean circles on the sensitive bud.
Your cunt gripped tight, like you were trying to slow him, but Gojo was relentless, never slowing even as his abs clenched. He pressed his forehead to yours, both slick with sweat.
“Let go, come for me sweetheart, I want to feel it.”
Another shudder wracked through you, and the wire snapped free. Your jaw dropped in a silent cry, your cunt pulsed and gushed around Gojo’s cock. Warm slick flooded and dripped as he hammered into you. Thumb wet and slipping as you twitched with every messy circle he kept rubbing, drawing out your orgasm until his balls tightened.
“Gonna come in you. You’re mine so I’m fuckin’ fill you up.” It wasn’t even a question, you wanted it just as bad as he did. As if you’d go through all of that just for him to fucking pull out.
He threw his head back and moaned. A pretty sound, almost as pretty as the sight, the column of his throat exposed. He gripped the plush of your thigh hard, buried to hilt in your still twitching cunt, and the ache in his cock finally released.
You felt the kick deep as he shuddered, hips stuttering as he spilled. Spurts of hot cum coated your walls. He didn’t stop, head falling forward again and whining as he fucked it all deeper into you. You keened and jerked on every short, sloppy thrust. Sweat dripped down your neck and your body felt beyond spent.
Finally Gojo stilled, both of you caught your breath a little before he kissed you again. Softer, less urgent with the tension released. He pulled back and murmured against your mouth, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Don’t be mad when you wake up.”
Something pricked your neck and you jerked back, eyes going wide. “What the fu…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before the syringe of M-99 he pulled from his back pocket worked its magic and you passed out. He caught you with an arm around your waist and lowered you to the table. He pulled out of your cunt and watched as his cum poured from your pussy. Pretty and used and dripping milky cum.
What a fucking sight. Everything about you was so pretty. But he didn't quite trust you not to stab him in the back and run the moment you got the chance, not yet.
You’d be just as pretty when you woke up again tied up, even if you were in a blind rage when you did.
He always did kind of like when you yelled at him.
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Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.
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“The Sweetest Beat“ Spotify Interactive Playlist:
▶SET 7
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
After Dark – Mr. Kitty
The Rain Song – Led Zepplin
Into the Blue – Galleaux
Frozen – Sabrina Claudio
Whale and Wasp – Alice in Chains
Paranoia Purple (Live at Electric Lady) – Yebba
Wild Horses – The Sundays
Stay the Night – The Internet
Middle of the Night – Elley Duhe
Sweet Tea – Snoh Alegra
How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead
Nude – Radiohead
Shape of My Heart – Sting
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“It looks like they’re planning to send me away again.“
It was as if his sinking heart needed to be fished from wherever it was beginning to disappear to in his chest. He had a sneaking suspicion what was happening, yet asked anyway as his breaths even became shallow.
“You mean, your work?”
“Yeah. To Okinawa. I just found out today.“
As much as Megumi didn’t want to admit it, the logistics of this situation were beginning to get caught just beneath the surface of his skin. “That Geto guy sure seems to like having you around.” he joked, knowing the name he really wanted to mention wasn’t Geto’s.
He half wanted to complain, but the other half wanted to ask more questions, since that nagging feeling was pressing as he sat perfectly still, squeezing the bracelet in his palm, running his thumb across the crystal as if it were really you.
“Well…” as you started to speak, you realized you were genuinely scared to tell him.
Not because you were afraid of Megumi, but because you just didn’t want to bring that guy’s name up around him at all.
He’d already caused enough trouble.
But of course, not telling him wasn’t exactly a sensible option.
“It was… Sukuna’s... idea.” his name felt like battery acid seeping from your mouth.
And now his heart was completely submerged.
“Sukuna’s.” Megumi echoed quietly as he allowed it to register.
“It wont be long. I just…”
“Come over.” he interrupted.
“W – What?“
“Come see me. Please.” his heart pounded a little faster even as he asked.
“Megz, it’s so late.” You whined. It’d be different if his place was originally your destination for the night but… “I can’t imagine going anywhere right now.”
“Then I’ll come to you.” he resolved. “I don’t think I’ve even stayed overnight there yet.”
You smirked at the thought, your forehead wrinkling momentarily as your eyes scanned your surroundings. “You haven’t, actually.” you murmured.
“I’m on my way.”
“Okay.”
As you hung up, you continued to look around, noting that there was nothing in this place that carried his scent, or his memory.
You couldn’t help but wonder why.
Why hadn’t you brought over even a tee shirt of his?
A hoodie… A trinket of any kind?
Why hadn’t he been here more often?
Why was your space completely devoid of Megumi?
You hopped in the shower, washing off the day, your heart skipping at the idea of Megumi Fushiguro hanging out at your place overnight.
It was strange, you feeling so detached from him here.
As if he was this largely untouchable person.
He hasn’t been that to you for quite a while now.
He’s been a beautiful person since the first day you laid eyes on him.
And despite not knowing him well, you’d established yourself as his favorite groupie out the gate, based on his talent alone. Even if you didn’t know him personally, you likely would have still attended every show.
Clearly that relationship has grown exponentially. Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but wonder if your perception was somehow skewed.
He’d never given you a reason to feel distant, yet it seemed to be the default. Specifically when you were at home.
Fresh from the shower, you stared into your reflection through the steam clouded mirror, your mind wandering about how many women would have likely killed to be where you are right now as you toweled your hair.
Nanako, the woman outside on the wedding parking lot, all the girls at his shows, the ones you see commenting online… But he wanted to see you.
He suggested this. As always.
You wandered back to your living space, swiping your phone from the counter to check the band’s views from their last show, noticing it had reached seven-hundred fifty k already, their Subscribers now exceeding a cool one point five million.
“Wow. Toge is really amazing.” You said to yourself, noticing the edits and re-posts he’d done on the videos and shorts, which heavily contributed to their following.
After looking at it for so long, it felt to you, as if you’d likely and consistently lag behind in an attempt to catch up to him. Or at the very least, somehow work to deserve the space you occupied in his life.
Yet you knew in your heart of hearts, he’d argue that you’d lost your mind.
What was truly lost on you is why you couldn’t help it.
You considered how comfortable you were in your space, how safe. Free of the pressure to be anything, or of any criticism for being who you are, and wondered if you were willing to let that go.
You made sure to look “cute” whenever you went to stay at Megumi’s, but that was obviously unnecessary when you were at your place.
Yet with nary a mite of a reminder here of him, it almost seemed as though you hadn’t taken any steps toward him at all, regardless of all the time you’d spent with him.
Of course, he loved your appearance, among everything else, and you couldn’t think of a single time he had anything negative to say about you. Yet you questioned what you were holding on to.
You were free of pressure here, but that included any pressure to be better. And without a doubt, all that you’d allowed to lay stagnant would grow and flourish around him.
You grabbed a pink cotton Henley tank from your drawer, and a pair of pink drawstring boy shorts you often wore to sleep. It was awfully cozy, despite the brutal chill in the air outside.
Stay the Night – The Internet
played on your system as you tossed on your favorite soft black lounge jacket complete with a hood, and relaxed your back against the headboard of your bed with some oolong as you waited for him to show.
Which wasn’t long.
After sitting for less than fifteen minutes, there was a knock at the door.
His punctuality was of the sort that needed to be studied.
The last time you recall him coming by was before the wedding you attended together where you performed.
You opened the door to greet him, as a smile spread slowly across your face.
A backpack was slung across his shoulder over a black v-neck tee. He wore a thick black zip hoodie and was devoid of spikes in his tousled jet black hair.
Relaxed, unassuming, Megumi. The one you had the privilege of seeing, probably more often than anyone, but here.
“Hey.” your warm smile widened as you felt your second wind come on, the excitement of having him as a guest jolting your nerves. You stepped aside, granting him space to enter.
“You don’t have to entertain me.” He murmured as he walked in.
“No, it’s okay. I mean I am exhausted, but not sleepy. I was just winding down.”
“Cool, now I don’t feel to bad for barging in on you like this.”
Your eyes followed him as you closed the door with a soft ‘click’, watching his head swivel to and fro as he observed every nook and cranny.
His lids relaxed over his large, glassy eyes as a glint shined inside, making it difficult to hide exactly how happy he was be there.
Your heart warmed at his demeanor; he looked a little lost and somehow subtly anxious, awaiting instruction like a well trained puppy.
“You’re not barging.” You reassured him with a tilt of your head. “You can put your bag down wherever. Want some tea?” You asked politely, making your way to the kitchen.
“Seriously, you don’t have to. It’s not–”
“It’s already made.” you interrupted, somehow glad to know he was capable of the same kind of nervous tension you’d experienced so many times at his place.
It was adorable. And also out of character…
At least from what you’d seen thus far.
He always seemed so sure of himself, and comfortable in his own skin, even if he was completely uncomfortable elsewhere.
“Actually, I planned to watch TV in my room until I pass out.” you explained through your stuck on smirk. “But don’t mind me… If you wanna sleep, you can chill on the bed, or couch. I’ll wear headphones so I don’t interrupt.”
You began pouring, your eyes flicking up at him again, just because.
“No way. It’s my first time staying over.” he huffed, “I’m not gonna sleep while you stay up and watch movies...You have popcorn?“
“I do.” you replied, growing more excited as you grabbed a bag from the cabinet, tossing it in the microwave.
His eyes followed your every move across the span of your hardwood floor, lingering on the smooth exposed skin of your freshly oiled legs, various familiar scents, wafting to his nose from every direction as his eyes flicked around in an attempt to locate the source.
It felt different in here. Warm.
Your open space was wide, sectioned off for the different areas of your home; bedroom, living/dining, kitchen, all visible from each other.
He pulled off his shoes, hoodie and bag, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he wandered over to your reading nook by the window.
Much of the city was visible from that cute sill, which wasn’t nearly as high up from the ground as his. However, it was high enough to see a good way across to the next town, and still make out a bakery, bookstore, and faces of evening stragglers wandering around beneath it.
The lights were colorful and bright, even this late in the evening, cars going by as the muted sound of horns and chatter barely made it up to the window.
His eyes drifted from that cozy spot to your queen bed, where his body followed suit, the area littered with plants and color.
All he looked forward to, every time you entered his apartment, was here in abundance … the source of what he longed for, saturated in your surroundings.
Back when he came by to pick you up for the wedding, he could see that it was nice, but couldn’t stay long enough to soak it in. Strange he didn’t come this direction more often rather than the other way around.
But that’s how it always was.
Work. Home. Work. Home... with the occasional outing among friends, all of whom happened to be directly connected to his career. Funny that was all there was… not that it wasn’t a lot.
Well, it was a lot... in a few very important things.
Quality over quantity.
He reluctantly picked a side of your bed, wondering if that was the one you normally chose. He pulled off his baggy button-up joggers, and sank into the plush bedding, propping a leg under the comforter in the direction of the TV.
It felt odd there, but extremely comfortable.
Every girl he’d dated either met him at Yuji’s or came to see him at his place, happily as a matter of fact, ‘cause that’s where they wanted to be.
It really never had anything to do with his preference, yet somehow became the norm. He wondered if he could have, or should have done something to change that before now.
The watched the images flash from the TV, the volume muted as music continued to flow from your system.
Middle of the Night – Elley Duhe
played quietly. He loved the sound, crossing his arms as he leaned back into the headboard to focus his attention on it.
He listened, not recognizing anything but the voice, observing the lyrics and composition under the assumption it was yours.
His eyes flicked back to yours with a smirk, “Nice song.” he murmured, as impressed as always, primarily with the lyrics, perfectly suited for this moment.
“Thank you.” you replied as you drew closer, “Here you go.” handing him a black mug that appeared to turn blue from the temperature of the tea. “Popcorn’s done, too.”
“Thanks.” He said, staring up at you from his spot on the bed as you set the bowl of corn and your mug on the bedside table.
“Will you get mad if I drop kernels on your bed?”
“Nope.” You smirked, plopping down next to him, “I mean, its not like I want them on the bed.” you peeked at him out the corner of your eye. “...but if I find them on my side I’m pushing them over to yours.“
He huffed a muted laugh as you turned to grab your mug, then settled in all easy-like, as the fabric of your soft jacket slipped open, exposing your pink pj’s as you curled up next to him.
Your hair was still a little damp from the shower, tendrils clinging along your neck and cleavage, and that scent he loved was even stronger now that you were less than an arms length away.
He’d seen you relaxed like this, of course, but somehow it hit different here. You seemed less stressed, less tense, more… yourself. That only made him want to rest his eyes nowhere else but on you.
“You okay?” you asked, allowing the warmth of the tea to seep through your palms from your mug as you noted his contemplative state.
“Mhm…” he replied, his blues flicking around the room, to you, and his mug in rotation. “How long does it take for you to write something like that?”
You sighed, “I dunno… I suppose it depends on my mood, the reason for the song, or… the person I write it about. If I had to give it a frame, I’d say a few days?”
He nodded. “And.. who was this one about?” he asked, barely meeting your gaze.
Your eyes met his quickly at that question, then rested at the obvious pink in his typically pale cheeks. Considering the lyrics, it was clear that if there was someone attached to it, the connection was quite intense.
“No one.” you answered, wondering if he’d actually believe you as you worked to mute your smile; a direct reaction to his ridiculously adorable blush.
“Really?” his voice inflected down at the end of that word as he took another sip of his tea, nearly burying his face inside the mug.
“Really.” You couldn’t help your smirk at this point. “I actually remember exactly how I felt around the time I wrote it.”
You ran your thumb across the lip of your mug as you explained. “it was about a year ago. Nobara and I were chatting, daydreaming as always, and had these lofty ideas about our perfect future relationships. This song was the result of what I wanted.”
Megumi rested his head against the headboard, as you, the lyrics, and the sound offered more than just a superficial explanation of your desires. The eroticism was understated, but still quite prevalent.
“You need anything… right now?” He asked, hoping to seem less anxious.
Your lips turned down in the corners as you shook your head slowly, “Nope.” you replied quietly, noticing how ironically not-so-relaxed he seemed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” he answered quietly, captivated by what he heard. He raised his softened expression to meet your gaze. “Can I master it?”
The response you wanted to give might have gotten you into more ‘trouble’ than you wanted for the moment, so you decided to hold back a little.
“You most certainly can.” you replied, holding his gaze.
His heart pounded in his chest as he buried his face in his tea again, finishing it rather quickly, then handed it to you. You swiped it, setting it down on your table.
“So... this is where that big brain of yours gets your ideas?” he mumbled.
You looked around your space. “I guess so.” You replied, acknowledging the serenity. “I kinda have to set the atmosphere for inspiration.”
“Mmmm…” He hummed, “Do you think I can help?“
You hiked a brow. “Help?”
“Yeah.” he replied, “I want you to rely on me more.”
You tilted your head as you palmed your mug with both hands. “Why?”
“Because.”
At that, he took the opportunity to ignore the TV, lying on his side as he slid his arm beneath your plush pillow, using his elbow to prop up his head as he decided you were far more interesting to view anyway.
Your eyes followed the motion, watching him nestle into your pink plush blanket, the sight of him in this state melting your heart.
“Because… why?” you replied gently, wishing you could open his mind and see inside.
He shrugged. “I need a reason?” he asked
You squinted, head tilting as you processed his words.
“I just wanna… be that person for you.” the mushiness of the words effecting him enough to pull his gaze away as his cheeks reddened.
You could have eaten him at a that moment.
Your smile widened as you grabbed the remote, turning off the TV as a familiar song,
Sweet Tea – Snoh Alegra
played quietly.
You placed your mug next to his, following suit as you rested your head on your pillow across from his, pressing your palms together beneath it.
“Okay.” You murmured, almost inaudibly.
His usually spiky, well coiffed locks now rested as soft tendrils against the side of his face and along your pillow as he held your gaze.
You cupped his face his with your soft hand, still warm from the tea, fingers sliding down the side of his neck then slowly tracing the shape of his Adams apple.
His pulse quickened beneath your fingertips as he spoke hesitantly. “You’re leaving me.” fell from his lips as your touch sent a tingle down his spine.
“Never.” you whispered.
He studied your face like he’d be tested on memorization. “Promise.”
It was refreshing seeing him like this. But you couldn’t help but feel something else just beneath the surface.
“Cross my heart. And hope to die.” you muttered.
“You can’t do that... Your heart is mine, remember?” He replied as your fingers curled around his neck, his voice vibrating against your palm.
Your smile peeked.
“If you break your promise” he continued, “I’ll die too.”
That smile melted into a more serious expression, the thought sending a pang to your heart. “Don’t.” You replied. “Or I’ll come back and kill you.”
His lips curled up just barely in the corners as if your reply was satisfactory, a sharp tingle coursing through to his groin as your grip tightened around his neck.
“What do you wanna watch?” he asked, as if still interested in television.
“You pick.” you replied, observing his pulse under his skin against yours.
He blinked lazily. “I dunno.”
It was difficult to consider redirecting his attention to something as mundane as a movie, especially when you were so incredibly gorgeous right now.
“You have… many options.” you murmured, pressing your cheek deeper into the pillow over your other hand.
“Mmm…” he hummed, “But one good one is more than enough.”
You nodded subtly. “Drama?”
His lips turned down in the corners. “Nah.”
“Horror?” your eyes widened as you snickered, tightening your grip even more, then loosening it to slid your fingertips up through his hair.
“Tch. Maybe another time.“
“Action.“ you hiked a brow, then gripped a chunk of his hair gently.
He chuckled, completely satisfied with just this.
“How about one… with a little of everything.”
“Okay.” you replied, just as uninterested in it as he was. “Sounds perfect.”
His pupils dilated visibly over his fixed gaze, his eyes tracing every soft curve in your face. “It is perfect.”
You continued to caress him mindlessly, sliding your fingers down and around his neck as you inched closer.
A thoughtful look washed over him as he glanced away. “How long will you be gone?”
You shrugged. “A couple weeks. Three, max. Not as long as before.”
“Ever been to Okinawa?“
Your brow furrowed. “No, actually.”
“I should have taken you.”
“You can still take me.”
“... But I can’t take you first.”
As you continued to stroke his neck and hair, you noticed a hint of a pout present on the edge of his mouth. You just about melted.
“I love you, Megumi.”
His gaze Immediately returned to yours, as if those words snapped him back from wherever his mind had just taken him, his heart racing as his name fell from your lips.
His hand moved to cup your face, his eyes resting on your lips. “Say that again.”
You giggled softly. “I love you. Megumi Fushiguro.”
His thumb slid across your bottom lip as he watched your supple skin bend against the pressure.
“I don’t want to go on this trip.” you murmured. “I... tried to see if you could come with me.”
You probably could never imagine the way it made him feel to hear that. “How did that go over?”
You took a deep breath. “It didn’t. Apparently it’s not a thing this time around.”
“Of course not.” he whispered.
“Will you miss me when I’m gone?”
His lip twitched, threatening a smile. “Probably far more than I should.”
“You can call me again … like last time.” you replied with a smirk.
“If you say that, I’ll do it every day.”
“Okay.” you replied.
You inched your body even closer, burying your face into the crook of his neck, squeezing his bicep, then sliding it down his arm until you found his empty hand where you locked it with yours, pulling it around your waist as you lifted your leg to drape it across his.
It would have been nice to watch that movie.
This was just… so much nicer.
His chest rose and fell against yours as you continued felt the thump of his heart from his chest, beating against yours.
You both realized how tired you actually were, and fell asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing and the warmth of your bodies.
*~*~*~*~*
The time came a little faster than expected.
You packed your bags, hoping to get to the airport in more than enough time so you wouldn’t need to rush.
You decided to make a quick phone call before hitting the road.
“Hey, lady. How are you?“
“Good baybeee!” Nobara answered, “Sitting with Yuji gettin some booze in before tonight. He’s taking me out.” You could hear her smile over the phone.
“Tell Yuji I said, ‘Hi’ and to ‘take good care of you tonight’.” you said, in a mock patronizing tone.
“I will.” she said back in the same tone, smiling over at Yuji as he smoked a baby joint.
“It was nice to get together with Tsumiki again before she left.” She continued. “But I can’t stop thinking about your trip. How’s everything going?”
“Pretty well. I’m mostly packed, but... I wanted to ask you a question.” you replied, stuffing the last few items you needed into the outside compartments of your bags.
“Okay, shoot.”
“Well, remember what we talked about briefly after lunch last week? I spent some more time with Megz of course, and … I think you’re right. I feel like he’s definitely a little anxious lately. I mean, he’s not his usual collected self. Well… he’s calm but…” you looked to the ceiling, searching your brain for the right word.
“Different?” She finished.
“Yeah.” you agreed. “Not extremely different, but.. you know?”
“Yeah. I know.” She paused, I’m gonna let you talk to Yuji. She said, passing him the phone.
“Hey Hun.” you greeted him.
“Hey.” he replied. “I overheard. I kinda guessed something like this would happen, considering you’re spending all that time with those impressive men.”
“Yeah.” you scoffed, “You think he might be worried about me?”
He shook his head, even though you couldn’t see him. “I don’t know if he’s worried about you as much as about them. But then...”
You stopped what you were doing to sit. “What?”
“When it comes to women, Megumi’s not likely to get mushy.”
“I could’ve told her that.” Nobara chimed in in the background.
Yuji took a moment as if to gather the right words. “Don’t get me wrong. He’s brutally honest, even if some of what he says comes off sweet or compassionate.”
“Yeah” you interjected. “I definitely noticed that. He has a way with words, but he’s far less likely to talk than act.”
“Exactly. And when it’s time to open up … he’s hesitant to be honest with himself.”
“What do you mean by that?” you frowned, considering all the times the two of you had heartfelt conversations. Specifically the last time. Yet, most of the time it was regarding you.
That revelation actually kind of made you feel a bit guilty.
“There’s a lot going on in that guy’s head.” Yuji noted. “He’s a problem solver. A force when it comes to getting what he wants, but… vulnerability isn’t his strong suit. If he’s struggling with something, he’ll likely do it all by himself.”
Your heart twisted a little in your chest at the thought.
All this time, and you hadn’t thought of him that way. It felt as though you’d been completely neglecting him.
“We’ve been talking a lot lately.” you added, “He didn’t seem noticably angry.”
“He probably won’t, until he’s bubbling over.” He grimaced a little. “And I realize how unhealthy that sounds.” he chuckled under his breath. “He can be a big baby when it comes to communicating the more sensitive parts of himself.“
Those words struck a chord in you.
You realized that he’d always been comfortable, at least it seemed, to be intimate or to show you how much he cared. But it was always in actions and not words.
Yuji added, “I don’t know that I’ve seen him this serous about anyone. So if there’s a person who can bring that out of him, it’s likely you.”
“Tch”, Nobara snickered, “You saying she can change him?”
He scoffed, “No. It’s already there. I’m saying you can make him feel safe to show it to you.”
Nobara leaned in, speaking loudly into the phone. “I think he’s right.”
You squinted, as if the focus in your eyes would help your mind comprehend things better. You took a deep breath, releasing some tension you’d apparently been holding inside.
“Thanks for that, Yuji.”
“Of course. When do you leave?”
“In a few hours.”
“Okay. Be safe.” Yuji said, handing Nobara the phone.
“Yeah, have a safe trip.” She echoed.
“I’ll do my best. I hate going to airports. They’re so stressful.”
“Tell me about it.” She replied. “By the way, I took Tsumiki to the airport with Megumi. She says she’s thinking of taking another trip out here for the show in a month. She wants to support the band.”
“That would be awesome.” you smiled, “I’m sure they’ll all appreciate that.”
“Yeah. And don’t let all of this worry you while you’re working.” she advised. “Take advantage of the time. Get some sun and relax. Everything you need will come to you.”
“Okay. Thank you love.” you replied, “I’ll call you when I get settled in.”
*~*~*~*~*
It was a little crowded at the airport, but wasn’t too bad since your flight was booked for a weekday, during work hours.
The trip wouldn’t be more than about three hours, and you had a few more songs to finish so you figured you’d do so with the downtime.
How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead
played overhead at the airport as you made your way through the bustle.
Once you spotted Geto at the gate, you joked with him about the accommodations on the plane. It was common for this particular airline to have no window seats available, and as soon as you’d found out about the trip, you asked for one immediately.
“One window seat as requested.” he said, handing you the ticket.
“Wow!” you said, relieved and excited. “You got it?”
“Sure. I mean, it’s the least we can do for dragging you guys out to this beautiful place, right?”
You swiped the ticket from his hand graciously, noting the sarcasm. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” Geto was a decent guy, but definitely had his cheeky moments.
“Of course.” He replied with a chuckle mixed into his huff. “Okinawa is nice, and exciting. Hopefully we’ll get to see a lot more than just our hotel meeting rooms on this trip.”
You nodded in agreement. “It’s my first time here. I’ll be sure to make the most of it.”
“Happy to hear it.” he replied, just before you noticed Sukuna making his way to the gate.
He pulled his luggage along in a confident stride, his chiseled form coiffed in a fitted Polo which accentuated his tats perfectly over dark denim. All eyes were on him as he approached, and the last thing you wanted was for the pair in you head to be included in the lot.
“Excuse me.” you said to Geto, hoping to make your exit from that general area before Sukuna filled it with his overwhelming presence.
You quickly stuffed your ticket in your crossover as you turned to have a few words with some colleagues as you filed in.
Management always took on the responsibility to book flights and rooms for these trips. Thankfully you never really needed to communicate much where that was concerned, especially since you often had too much to do there, anyway.
Geto and Sukuna spent their time chatting as you began to board, Sukuna’s eyes wandering toward you probably far more often than they should have, as if he were waiting for you to do something.
Needless to say, it was unnerving, and annoying, but what else was new?
The agent at the gate wished you all a great flight as you made your way onto what was said to be one of Japan’s best airlines.
You sighed as your sights finally drifted to the details on your ticket, suddenly frowning at the info.
The confusion on your face was obvious, and by the time you processed what you’d seen, an attendant was already prepared to help.
Is everything okay, Ma’am? She asked with a perfectly professional smile and genuine concern.
“Y-yes, uhm… I just realized where my seat was.” you said, brushing it off as to not worry her too much.
“Okay. Please let us know if you need anything. We’re happy to help.” she replied, just before greeting the next passenger.
You walked through the cabin, past all the seats you might have typically booked as your colleagues, the ones you’d trained, took seats in economy.
You continued following the numbers until you passed the partition that led to first class. One row, six rows, ten rows. Your seat wasn’t there, either. You finally found it, in business.
What the hell? You thought, as you finally located your spacious, plush, accommodating window seat. You checked the ticket again, three more times just to be sure you weren’t trippin.
You realized you weren’t, as you noticed Geto heading there as well. You decided to have a seat, and the moment you did, you felt you’d melt into it and pass out from comfort alone.
It even smelled amazing.
Your flabbers were ghasted. Your head swiveled constantly as you absorbed the surroundings, the luxury, cleanliness and convenience.
You had no desire to complain, but... this never happened.
Not on trips for this company.
At least, not for you.
Geto always gave you and the others the option to upgrade, and primarily you chose economy whenever you flew alone simply as a preference to spend the extra cash on things you found more … “important”.
Not that your comfort wasn’t.
This was nice. But quite unexpected. Also, you didn’t understand how or why you ended up in this section since you hadn’t requested it.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” A familiar voice chimed, towering from over your shoulder. Sukuna. “Nothing like relaxing in business class for trips like this.”
Your eyes widened as you met his smug gaze that somehow seemed softer than usual. Of course it was him.
Your heart beat a mile a minute, and felt like it had dropped into your stomach. There goes your comfort.
“We decided to give our trainers a bit more this time around.” He beamed as he sat down in the seat right next to you with an exaggerated “Aaahhh.”
You could feel your nose flare as if steam would shoot from your ears immediately after. Un-fucking-believable, is what you wanted to say out loud.
You gritted your teeth and practiced breathing slowly as you kept your gaze directed out the window.
Your phone rang, just as expected, at perfect moment, from the perfect person who had perfect timing.
“Fuck.”
“Oof … language.” Sukuna smirked as he eyeballed you.
You took another deep breath as you answered, trying hard to maintain a smile that he could hear. “Hey.”
“Hey.” The adrenaline was kicking your ass right now.
“You boarded?”
“Uh…” another breath, “… yeah.”
Sukuna’s smile could have lit up a room.
And you wanted to punch him right in his malicious face.
He turned toward Geto, who happened to be seated across the aisle from him, completely oblivious to the obvious drama happening among you.
“What’s wrong?” Megumi asked, frowning on the other end of the phone. “You sound upset.”
You sighed again.
How did he know that? You said to yourself, overwhelmingly frustrated to bring any of this up to him. You spoke quietly, strongly desiring some privacy in your conversation. “Somehow I got business class this time.”
“Oh yeah?” He replied. “Is that bad?”
“Possibly. I didn’t pay for this.” you admitted, hoping he’d get the hint.
“I see.” Of course he did.
“I think I’m gonna get one of my colleagues to swi–”
“Stay put.”
You frowned even deeper, wondering what he was thinking, but also wishing he was there with you.
You were starting to notice more every day how comforting Megumi’s presence was, regardless of his seemingly chronic disregard for most things.
It was strange that you didn’t want to give up living alone too soon, but having him in your life ensured you were never lonely.
Yet at this point, you couldn’t imagine him not being around.
It was becoming what felt like a necessity rather than a simple desire, and honestly you weren’t sure how to feel about that.
“I’m ordering drinks. You want one?” Sukuna asked, leaning closer to your personal space as if in an attempt to speak directly into the phone.
You answered with a “No.” so sharp, it could’ve cut him.
His smirk widened into a sly grin, obviously quite pleased with himself as he turned back toward the flight attendant, placing his order.
“Is that Sukuna?”
Another sigh, “Yeah. He booked the seat right next to mine.”
You could hear his huff and see his head-shake from the other side of the phone.
“Keep your seat. You deserve to sit there.” Megumi replied, “You work hard. Give yourself a chance to relax.”
His words were like an elixir for your soul.
“If he’s truly making you too uncomfortable, don’t stay there.” He continued, “But please don’t move because of me.”
You wanted more than anything to hug him right now.
To be in his arms.
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He echoed, warmth lacing his voice. “Call me when you touch down.”
“I will. I promise.” you replied, closing your eyes as you recalled the vision of him lying next to you in your cozy bed.
It was deeply seared into your mind, and you never wanted it to leave your memory. You took a final deep breath, “I love you” floating on it’s wave.
Megumi felt his blood immediately cool as he absorbed the sound of those words coming from your lips. “I love you, too.” He wouldn’t dare end this call without returning them to you.
You didn’t want to hang up, but also didn’t want Sukuna this close to any more intimate moments between you and Megumi.
“Problem in paradise?” His voice rang from where he sat, stinging that side of your body.
you scoffed, “Not even remotely.” you said, gripping the phone as you placed it upside down on the table in front of you.
“You know, this wasn’t an attempt against your relationship.”
You rolled your eyes, “Mmm.” and pressed your lips together in a hard line. Really?“
Another annoying smile from him. “Really. You should be here.”
He went on, “Geto told me how much you’ve done for this company.” He said, turning his his sly grin toward you, along with his crossed legs, leaning casually against the arm of his seat, almost in your personal space. Almost.
“And from what I’ve seen, frankly, I think you deserve better.” He said bluntly, without so much as a blink.
Despite his double entendre, your brows jumped as you considered how right he finally was. Particularly regarding this job. If you had it your way, you’d be doing something totally different, one hundred percent of the time.
Corporate gigs are right for the right people.
You weren’t the right person.
You just happened to be good at it.
“Here you go.” Sukuna said as he placed a glass of ice water and a small block of dark chocolate on your table. “You know what they say about chocolate.”
You eyeballed the items, blinking a few times at the gesture before cutting your eyes toward his. “I really don’t know.” you replied. “What do they say, Sukuna?”
“It’s the best legal drug.” he replied, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Can make you feel real good … real fast.”
You were sure it wasn’t lost on him that you were not exactly his biggest fan, but somehow you sensed that it was doing the exact opposite of what you wanted it to anyway.
You turned back to the window, still considering changing your seat, and hoping to block him out of your mind for most of the flight which was surprisingly easy to do.
You also expected the understated bullying to continue, yet he spent most of his time chatting with Geto about the trip, the post-training plans, and then buried his face in a book. With glasses nonetheless.
The most infuriating things about him were how handsome he was, how well he managed his narcissistic qualities, and his profound professionalism. He also looked and smelled really good, all the time.
All of that, coupled with his blatant desire to undercut Megumi, truly got under your skin in a way not much ever had. But you were happy to have some relief from his attempts to get any closer to you.
*~*~*~*~*
You finally reached Okinawa and contacted Megumi the minute you exited the gate, heading toward the shuttles prepared to get you to the hotel.
“I made it.” you said, bustling away from the crowd of your coworkers.
“In one piece.” he quipped, hoping to make light of the situation. “Did you have a comfortable flight?” He genuinely wanted your answer to be ‘yes’.
“You know, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. I was just glad I didn’t have anyone’s back in my snacks.”
“Tch. Yeah.” He found himself extremely happy that you had the accommodations you did, yet felt the opposite that he wasn’t the one to give them to you. “You get to rest now, right?”
“Well… we have to meet for about an hour to go over a few things on the itinerary, but after that, yes.”
“Good. I won’t hold you up. But call me whenever you want, day or night“
“I really wish …” you started, but cut yourself off, in an attempt to sound less needy. It was like your heart was missing a piece that you’d left behind. “Uh… I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.” He said, reluctantly and obediently ending the call. “Talk to you later.”
*~*~*~*~*
Before you knew it, you were unpacking your bags at the hotel that you all checked into.
Of course, it was a stunning place.
Okinawa itself, and the hotel room, which you were once again surprised to note was far more luxurious than you’d expected. No doubt, Sukuna’s doing.
Regardless, all you could think of was how nice it would have been to be at a place like this with the person you loved.
You suddenly understood what he meant when he said he wished he could have brought you here first.
And now you were thinking the same.
You turned on your phone for some music, as
Nude – Radiohead
Began to play on your device, taking the time to set up your trinkets, baubles and necessities all over the lavish room you had in preparation for whatever work or meet priority might come up at this place, since Geto requested that you do so anyway.
Just as you were settling in, ready to shower, there was an aggressive knock at the door.
You sighed, tired, wishing you could just be left alone for at least another few hours before the evening’s final meeting with your colleagues.
You approached the door, your bare feet sinking into the plush carpet of the hotel room as you peeked through the peephole.
Of course… Sukuna.
With a roll of your eyes, you took another quick deep breath as you unlatched the locks on the heavy door.
“Hey girl, hows the room.” he said, casually leaning against the frame by one hand, his muscular arm stretched out to hold himself up.
You scoffed. “Woman. It’s fine. May I help you?“
“Easy there. I’m just making the rounds, checking on all of our subordinates.” He said, his voice deep and commanding behind that smirk. It seemed he liked to use that word when referring to his colleagues.
Or maybe it was just you.
“I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t use that term.” your glare could cut metal.
“Why? Is it not the truth?”
Your lips curled up in the corners, “We’re all adults here. There’s no need for belittling undertones wouldn’t you say?“
“Belittling?” He echoed. “Oh I wouldn’t call it that. I’d say it’s a fitting expression for those in a position requiring them to be obedient. Wouldn’t you say?” he retorted.
You rolled your eyes quite hard as you looked away, hoping to end this interaction as quickly as possible.
“Everything’s fine here.”
“Good. I made sure it would be.” he replied, his sharp eyes never leaving your face.
“What does that mean?“
He leaned forward, angling his body to peer into your room. “Well, this suite wasn’t exactly included in our package.”
Of course.
“And how many of us were privileged with this upgrade?” you asked with a tilt of your head.
He shrugged, “Myself, Geto, and ... you.” He droned, his smile widening as his eyes scanned your frame.
“Why?”
“I already told you. I think you deserve better.”
“I didn’t ask for this… correction… I didn’t ask you, for this.”
“You didn’t have to.” he replied, “I talked it over with Geto, and he confirmed that I could use my personal funds however I wanted. Besides, you’re the top trainer on this trip, damn near management yourself. You’ve earned it.”
“Anything else?” you asked, with puckered lips.
“That’s all for now.” He looked down at the towel you gripped in your arm before grinning once more. “Enjoy that shower.”
With that, he turned on his heels, heading down the hallway.
*~*~*~*~*
Shape of My Heart – Sting
Played lightly in the dark of the room.
The light clicks resounded in his office that evening as he typed away on his keyboard, his mind heavy with wonder surrounding how you were feeling on this trip, and what you were doing every minute.
Megumi couldn’t stop his mind from reeling.
It was clearly much different from the last, where you had plenty of opportunity and space to spend your extra time chatting, texting or face timing.
It was hard to imagine you being anywhere near Sukuna, but it was clear that he had no choice.
It pained him to think he’d have to simply wait around to see the outcome of whatever mess Sukuna had already finished cooking up.
Not to mention, he still had quite a bit of time to wait for the answer to his question posed to you which never came.
The events in the history of his … “relationship” with Sukuna flashed in his head like a migraine, and suddenly Nanako was also on his mind all over again.
That was taken care of. Water under the bridge.
But was it really? If so, why now? Why would what happened back then be a thought at all if it was resolved?
He decided he wouldn’t idle in this situation.
He couldn’t. Not this time.
There was too much to loose.
But at the very least, he’d attempt to do something to make things better.
And this was at least a start.
He opened a window, browsing sites until he found exactly what he needed. He scoured the site, and with a final click, it was done.
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One round trip flight to Okinawa.
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Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.
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▶SET 7
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
After Dark – Mr. Kitty
The Rain Song – Led Zepplin
Into the Blue – Galleaux
Frozen – Sabrina Claudio
Whale and Wasp – Alice in Chains
Paranoia Purple (Live at Electric Lady) – Yebba
Wild Horses – The Sundays
Stay the Night – The Internet
Middle of the Night – Elley Duhe
Sweet Tea – Snoh Alegra
How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead
Nude – Radiohead
Shape of My Heart – Sting
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*~*~*~*~*
“Wait... What?” you squinted, shaking your head as if something that made no sense at all was inside and you wanted it gone. “You know him?“
“Yeah... but... how do you?” Megumi replied, as
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
played from the stage.
You scoffed, closing the small gap between you. “He works with me.“
“Since when?” He frowned.
“Since like... a week ago? My manager brought him in to help out. I’d never seen him before then.”
Your eyes darted to each part of your man’s face, wishing you could jump inside his brain to find out what exactly It was he was thinking... or feeling. “Were you friends or something?“
Megumi peered over at Yuji who was serving Sukuna another drink, as apparently the one you just saw in his hand was already gone.
His gaze then drifted toward Choso, who stood on stage looking equally puzzled, the left side of his face grimacing as he held out his hands and a “What the fuck?” mouthed from his lips.
“Friends? No. He was the lead in a rival band back in college, and one of the reasons we were more than happy to move back home.“
He huffed, rolling his eyes, his normal I-don’t-give-a-fuck expression cracked by his frustration, yet, as always, he still managed to keep his cool. “But... even if he is working with you, I still don’t get what the he’s doing here?“
The longer Megumi’s confused expression lingered, the more frustrated you got that his night could be ruined by this random and obviously unwelcomeguest.
And just then, something dawned on you.
Sukuna had been sitting at your desk for quite a while that night with your flash drive poking out of your computer before you showed up at work. You immediately winced at the conclusion you drew. “Nah, no way he did that.“
Megumi’s head swiveled to face you, “Did what?” he asked, his pretty blues scanning your dumbfounded face as you realized you’d said that out loud.
You hesitated, wheels still turning in an attempt to make sense of it all. “He was at my work desk... rummaging through my computer the night we rehearsed at your studio.“
You glared over toward Sukuna and the ridiculous smirk he had plastered on his face as he leaned casually, confidently against the bar.
Megumi scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes again, finishing the rest of his second beer. “Yeap, sounds about right.” He raised his hand to get Itadori’s attention.
“What ’sounds about right’?” you questioned, your frown growing deeper the more anxious this situation made you.
“Sukuna’s a fucking asshole.” His brows pressed into his forehead, yet his lips remained tight as he began his explanation. “He gave us hell throughout campus and elsewhere, talking shit about our band, following us around to every event and competition, working overtime to give us a bad name.“
He quickly glared toward Sukuna’s smug face, then turned back to rake his gaze over you again as his wheels turned.
Megumi was always quick on the uptake, that big brain of his rivaling every other part of his greatness as he put two and two together with an abundance of speed.
Your work. ... Your computer. ...Your face, your voice. ... You…
Currently in what some would consider to be Megumi’s “possession“. Especially after tonight.
And now that Sukuna knows that, well, it doesn’t take rocket science to determine what that would mean for the three of you if he wanted nothing more than to be the bane of Megumi’s existence.
And a woman like you, looks aside, after what he’d seen of you at this show, He’d perceive you to be no less than the perfect vessel for his malice.
Even if the end result was for him to have you to himself.
You remained glued to Megumi’s side, your eyes fixed on his face, the inner corners of your brows turned up as you waited to hear what he’d say next.
After all that had passed through his mind like a shock-wave, his gaze simply softened before resting back at yours, his lips manifesting a single request with a subtle upward nod.
“Take a shot with me.“
Yuji handed Megumi two shot glasses of Yamazaki, having overheard your conversation. “Unfortunately, his band is just as badass as he is an asshole.” He whined, as he poured a third for himself.
Megz continued. “His presence here won’t be anything less than hell. I’m sure he’s only here to start more shit.“
You puckered your lips, taking the shot from Megz’s hand.
Of course they finished first as you allowed it to submerge your tongue and fill your senses on the way down. You grimaced as the heat gathered in your throat and you set the glass back down on the bar.
Yuji stacked them, taking them behind the bar as he leaned in to talk to Nobara.
“What do you think he could possibly be up to this time?” you questioned. “I mean, specifically. You guys are already practically established here. What could he do to change that?“
The concern on your face was more than enough to soften even Megumi’s heart. So innocent. So considerate. So cute.
So... naive.
Perhaps it was a good thing that the obvious didn’t cross your mind for Megumi’s sake. Considering especially as he looked at you, he would be the one with the most to lose should anything be done ’to change that’.
Your emo boy flashed a sneak of a smile as everything in him wanted nothing more in this moment than to lock you up, chain you down, and keep you safe.
From everyone except himself, of course.
His lids rested over his contemplative eyes as he let how cute you were stir up his anxiety to get you out of here.
“Who knows?” Megumi answered, breaking his never-ending train of thought with raised brows, lips turned up in the corners and exhaustion already gracing his face, though nothing has really happened yet. “But whatever it is, it’ll probably be fucked up.“
You huffed, “I can’t believe he went through my shit like that.” You shook your head in disbelief, especially at the fact that he’d do something like that so blatantly in front of Geto. You wondered how close they were. “I gotta report him.“
“Be careful.” Megumi warned quickly, peeking at you out the corner of his eye, watching the wheels in your brain turn right in front of him.
“What? Why?“
He shrugged, “If he went that far, he’ll do more“. Megumi’s demeanor was characteristically calm, considering the implications of his accusation. “I haven’t dealt with him in a while, but I know he can be pretty relentless.” he spoke with a hint of genuine worry in his voice that you could recognize even in this crowd.
“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t wanna waste any more time thinking about it now...” You stood in front of your lover, between his propped up legs, removing his third beer from his hand as you pulled his arms to drape them around your waist.
“It’s your birthday.” you tilted your head, “Don’t you want your present?“
Megumi’s lids lowered slowly as his sights dropped to rest at your chest, lowering more as they cascaded further, tracing the curves of your hips as he allowed the affects of the alcohol to woo him into a chill daze, not remotely replacing the one your presence had on him.
He was finally drunk, but not blind.
With his face still angled in the direction of your thighs, his eyes lifted first to meet your gaze as he murmured, devoid of a smile, “There’s more?” with a hike in his brow.
“Yeah. There’s more.”
He stood to hover, his shadow nearly swallowing you whole as he leaned into your ear. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.“
It was hard to hide the deep blush forming beneath the shimmery highlights on your cheeks as you quickly glanced around, checking for prying eyes.
There were a few, but even a million couldn’t stop you from indulging in this moment. Your tongue pulled your bottom lip behind your teeth as your eyes met his, that pout still on his lips as his gaze darkened at the sight of your adorable face.
“Feeling possessive birthday boy?” you gripped his tee in each of your hands at his sides as he leaned into you to inhale you again, his jet-black strands tickling your neck. “Just so you know,” you droned, “That’s a done mother-fucking deal.“
“Megz!” Nobara yelled from near the front where she and Yuji waited with Tsumiki, giving a sideways nod for the two of you to get lost with them before the crowd made an attempt to follow.
Megumi’s eyes were attached to your neck, your supple skin exposed under your glistening necklace, sparkling with that pretty oil he could smell on you, all of the above making him far more than merely excited to get you wherever you were going next, and quickly.
Mr. Kitty – After Dark
played from the stage as another set of Ino’s friends followed up with a few crowd favorites, allowing you the time you needed to escape, at least a little unnoticed as Toge and Choso hung back a bit to keep them entertained.
Your hands pulled the fabric of his top as he leaned into you even more, “tipsy” describing him fully in this moment, keeping his warm body close as you led him toward the door.
You’d gotten maybe five steps as yet another large body hindered your ability to go any further.
“So you’re not even gonna speak?“
Your smile faded immediately at the sight of him. Sukuna. His full, relatively intimidating frame towering over you.
“Not much to say... We’re on our way out.” You murmured, bluntly.
He stood, swirling his lowball, with a quite pungent iced drink inside that only halfway hid the shady ass smirk on his face.
“That’s all well and good but uh...” an upward nod, “I’m talkin’ to your friend.” his smile grew wider as he tipped his glass into his mouth, eyeballing Megumi.
“Tch.“ Megumi huffed, pressing his body into yours, his chest warm against your shoulder blades. His left hand softly gripped your left arm, sliding down as his fingers curled around until they reached your hand where he threaded them between yours.
His right hand curved around your waist. “She spoke for both of us.” He practically hissed, eyes half lidded. “Sumt’n you need?“
Weird he was able to drink at all with the corner of his lips curved up like that, his gaze never leaving Megumi’s. His glass turned down slowly before he swallowed, “Oh I think I’m fully capable of getting that regardless.“
You rolled your eyes hard, filling your lungs with air as you sighed even harder. “Lets go Megz.” you replied as you pushed past Sukuna, dragging your emo boy along.
Megumi knew it was gonna be a serious problem if you, of all people, were in the middle of whatever Sukuna was up to. He’s at your job, now here.
He knew he could practically count the seconds it would take for his bullshit to be revealed, whatever form in came in.
But never mind that.
You were leaving with Megumi.
And that’s all that mattered...
*~*~*~*~*
You arrived at Megumi’s place before anyone else, as your bestie had arranged for you to have an Uber get you there safely.
Excitement engulfed you as you scanned the quiet, dark atmosphere, despite the subtle chill brushing across your skin. It was a little cold as it often was, the consistent excuse you used to constantly wrap your body around him whenever you came to visit.
It was easy to see the reason he loved having you around. Your warmth brought the kind of life to his space that simply didn’t exist unless you’re there. You or Tsumiki, of course.
At this moment, the only light that shone in the apartment glowed through the tall windows from the streets outside, which was now dusted with white from snowflakes fluttering quietly to the ground.
Megumi closed the door behind you with a soft click as you wandered in, the jingling sound of him dropping his keys in his deep pocket was just about the only thing you heard as he walked past you toward the couch.
You were both quite intoxicated, eyes small, the room spinning ever so slightly, but somehow completely tolerable since you were safe and sound.
Reflections of the night’s events flashed in your mind, adoration sparkling in your eyes all over again as you called out to him, your voice piercing softly through the quiet of his space.
“Hey.”
He turned your direction, brows raised, glassy, lidded eyes meeting yours with curiosity, that dark gaze somehow even sexier right now, the shadows in this wide open room complementing his dark features, making your heart skip as always.
“I have something for you.” You murmured, nervous, yet excited to present it as your heart fluttered in time with the falling snow.
“You’ve given me too much already.” He replied, his voice soft and slightly raspy, yet somehow still didn’t fail to display the adulation that floated on its frequency, despite the rejection.
“You think so?” You frowned, whining. “I like giving you things.” You mumbled as your hand disappeared into your bag.
He took a few steps back, his calves reaching the couch before he plopped down lazily, sinking his torso against the back, and lifting a leg to rest his foot against the table in front of it.
You plopped down on his left side, crossing your left leg toward him as you placed a small package in his palm.
“It’s um... just a little something I thought you’d like.” You presented it as you shyly hid your lips in your mouth, resting the side of your head on the back of the couch.
He observed your expression through his tipsy gaze, your timidity and the soft glint behind your eyes, warming his heart enough to ignite a fierce spark.
He received your gift reluctantly, cutting his eyes toward you as he opened the small black paper bag that shrouded the package, pulling out a container made of stained wood with a tiny hinge on the lid. It was covered with black roses that appeared to be lightly etched in.
You smiled nervously, pressing your shoulder into the back of the couch. “Do you remember that one song you played the night we met?“
“Played a lot of songs that night.” He replied.
“A lot of perfect ones.” You retorted.
He smirked, looking down at the “Heart Shaped Box.“ His softened gaze rested on the object in his hand before meeting yours again, “Of course I remember, silly.“
You pursed your lips as you continued. “Well... since then... I think... you’ve always had mine. My heart, I mean.“
You couldn’t pinpoint why, after all this time, it still felt difficult to tell him how you feel, as whatever the hindrance was still haunted your heart. “I uhm... the box was too plain. I etched the design in.“
He observed it again, astonished.
The tiny roses, thorns, and leaves meticulously designed in the etching was stunning, the notion that it was done by hand forcing a wrinkle in his brow. Was there no end to your talent? He thought, a huff escaping his nostrils behind a faint smile.
“You did this?“
You shrugged a coy shoulder, “Open it.“
He pressed his thumb against the flattened side of the heart shaped box to lift the lid. On the inside, which had a black fabric lining, was what appeared to be a black bracelet.
It was genuine leather, braided, and sturdy, but thin enough to not weigh him down. In the center of the bracelet was a small, round, black crystal.
He tilted his head as he hooked a finger through it, lifting it from the case, sliding his thumb across the braiding. The texture felt good on his skin. “S’nice.“
“Now, look inside.” You grabbed the remote from the table, clicking on the light, dimming it in response to his retreat from the sudden harsh glare from the ceiling.
He met your gaze, confused. “Inside?“
Another nod, “Look inside the crystal“.
He squinted, at the thing, and first glance, it appeared that what you said didn’t make much sense. But he lifted it, bringing it closer to his eyes.
“Allow a little light to shine through.“
He followed your request, lifting it higher, passing light through it. The inside revealed a photo of you. An image that he recalled from the very first night he’d met you.
It was a shot of you sitting, leaning back at the bar, in the very outfit and hairstyle you’d worn as your head tilted back and your eyes looked directly into the camera.
Your lips were slightly puckered over the stunning curve of your neck, and the affect of the light from behind the crystal perfectly complemented your natural glow.
That look in your eyes, the one that had already been etched into his memory from that night as he stood at the bar, the moment he realized you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen was right there, vividly preserved.
And he could see it again any time he wanted.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight, then pulsed again like a thousand drums.
He stared into it a few moments, waiting for his heart rate to calm before he blinked slowly, turning back to glance at your face. Your beautiful anticipatory smile shining back at him.
“What do you think?“
That disappearing smirk flashed again, “No more gifts.“ as he turned toward you.
He leaned in, the bracelet slipping around his palm as his calloused drummer hand cupped your face and his fingers curled around to your nape.
His thumb lightly brushed your chin and across your neck, “It’s my turn to give stuff to you.“
You huffed, clicking the light back off to restore the darker, more comfortable mood as you frowned, “No way, rock-star. It’s your birthday.“
You turned on his system,
Led Zepplin – The Rain Song
playing softly in the background.
“I don’t care.” He purred, his thumb pressing against your chin to turn your head as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling you. His parted lips slid along your pulse point, and then up to your earlobe which vanished between his lips.
The ticklish sensation shrank your shoulder toward your kissed lobe. You giggled as the feeling of him messing with you had your entire body tingling and a shiver trickling down your spine.
“Our people will be here soon.” You complained, as if you wanted him to stop, and his right hand slipped beneath the left shoulder of your jacket.
“Will they?” he breathed into the shell of your ear.
“Y-yeah...” You settled into the moment, soaking up his energy as the tingling sensation crept deeper toward your spine and down your leg.
Yet you paused, eyes widening, as a light bulb went on in your head. You peeled your neck from his lips, staring at him in shock. “What did you do?“
A grin played at his lips as his big sleepy eyes held your gaze. “I told them to get lost.“
Your jaw dropped, “Are you kidding me?“
“Tch... I kid you not.“
“Megz!“
He met your words with his lips, swallowing them whole, his hand still wrapped in his bracelet, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. The taste of your tongue sending a tingle straight to his groin, spreading through every limb.
Yet somehow, in the middle of this intimate moment, a flash of a face belonging to none other than Sukuna, appeared in his mind.
His fingers twitched against your skin, his face scrunching into a frown, even as your lips were connected, and your soft, warm mouth parted wider to welcome his eager tongue.
Out of pure instinct, or maybe just reflexive reaction, Megumi nearly broke the kiss behind the image in his head, yet rebelled against his overly intrusive thoughts.
His thumb slid down your throat as his fingers curled around, resting in that familiar and comfortable position which, somehow now, carried a touch more intensity and possessiveness as you shuddered against it.
“You were... fascinating tonight“. He spoke, his lips still connected to yours.
You giggled as his lips made yours tingle. “Thank you.” you whispered back, the sound of his voice vibrating straight to your core. “And you already said that.“
He pulled back a little to take in your smile, pausing a long moment to enjoy it. He shook his head slowly, “You don’t understand. You were spectacular.“
He rendered you completely timid all over again, complementing your performance. It was the kind of acknowledgment you don’t remember ever receiving from others.
Well, some did say that you were good. But none as professional and supportive as he. His validation meant more to you than your own father’s.
Not that you’d received much in that area from him.
Calling you to help him with work is one thing. But giving you real credit for your work was a stretch, and usually followed by an insult, or an expectation for you to humble yourself immediately after.
“You’re special...” Megumi continued, still watching you shrink, your gaze leaving his as he poured it on thicker with a straight face... “and brilliant. And your voice is beautiful. Everyone should hear more.“
You buried your face in his palm as it rested in his hand, only to have him turn it to face his.
“Let me be your drummer.“
… What? …
You nearly said that out loud.
But… It was a simple statement. Or... question?
Regardless, you didn’t think you’d even heard him correctly.
And if you did, you didn’t believe it was feasible.
Megumi? Playing for you? No way.
You can’t pay him for that. And you didn’t know if he’d even have the time with all of his own work.
Your head began to shake slowly as it tilted to one side, “M – Megz, you don’t have to...” you cut your self off, entertaining the notion that he’s just being nice, offering out of obligation or... “I can’t ask you to” – you sighed. “I can’t afford to pay you for that kind of...“
“I’m your drummer.” He stated, matter-of-factly. “And you didn’t ask. I did.”
Your breath staggered on your inhale, fear welling up in your gut that somehow, someway... you just might disappoint him.
If he actually did this for you.
He stared at your face for a long while, watching your wheels turning again.
“Stop that.” he frowned. “You’re worthy. Just like any of the rest of us.“
You nodded faintly, embarrassed that you’d done exactly what you were trying to avoid. Again. As far as you were concerned, this man was already larger than life, and it was hard enough to believe you were such a huge part of his.
“I told you, I’m giving to you now.” He murmured, closing the gap between your face and his lips as he slid them along your jaw.
“I won’t allow you to neglect my favorite person. Let her have what she deserves.“... He pulled back, your glazed over eyes threatening tears. “Are we clear?“
Your blush swept softly across your cheeks as you nodded again, a tiny smile forcing it’s way through. “Crystal.“
“Good.” Megumi replied, his hand wrapping halfway across your neck as he leaned in to kiss you again. “And now that I have your heart,” he squeezed gently, murmuring between kisses, your pulse beating softly against his palm, “It doesn’t belong to you anymore.“
A warm smile, “That’s the idea, genius.” you drawled against his lips.
A huff of air ghosted across your face from his nostrils with before he continued, “Yeah, but... what about the rest?” his expression melting again into one more serious, his eyes searching and stopping briefly at every beautiful feature on your face, before meeting yours again. “Is that mine, too?“
You lifted your left thigh to relax it across his lap as you turned settling into his space, even closer. “Obviously.” you replied, your hand moving to grip his top at his waist as you pulled him closer still.
A whisper leaves him, like a prayer. “Then don’t leave.“
“What?” you huffed, “Why would I le–?“
“Ever.” He interrupted. “Don’t leave... anymore.“
Your heart felt as if it had suddenly expanded, beating against your ribs. You swallowed hard, the haze of the alcohol clouding your mind as you attempted to grasp what you thought he meant.
Or... what you thought you heard maybe?
“Y –You mean... you want me t –to...“
“Yeah.“
You froze, unable to break your gaze from his. You blinked, or... tried to blink, despite your eyes as wide as a deer in headlights.
It would have been nice to respond.
To say something...
But it seemed all you could do was breathe.
Your lips moved ever so slightly, as if in an attempt to form words but they wouldn’t come. Especially since you had no idea which ones to release first.
But just for the record, “You want me to… stay here?” you clarified.
He nodded. “I can’t...” his eyes left yours for a moment, “uhm...” frowning again as he rationalized.
An uneasiness stirred in him as he raised his hand to swipe his fingers quickly through his jet-black crown, then squinted as he spoke. “I just… need you here.“
He noted your hesitance, “You don’t have to answer now.“ and rested his head slowly against the back of the couch, then turned his face again toward you.
You fixed your eyes on his pout, wondering if the liquor had gotten to him too much this time. “You’re too tipsy.“
He sighed, unable to subdue the anxiety that seemed to press into his chest, then laughed at himself and your comment with a subtle huff. “I have two keys on my ring. Whenever you want one, it’s yours.”
It was nearly impossible to imagine. At least for you at the moment.
Is he serious?
That serious?
“Too much?” he asked, far more than dead serious, despite the liquid courage.
Your body seemed to implode within itself with a million emotions. Regardless, he’d stolen your breath all over again.
Through the still and quiet, the kind you were used to in his place, the wind whistling softly across his windows as the cold fell from the sky.
The dim moonlight reflected from the snowflakes like sparkles as you drew closer to him, your body temperature opposing that of the outside world.
Your warm breath ghosted across his lips as you planted a soft, lingering kiss. The only sounds in the room were of your lips and beating hearts as you gripped the side of shirt and the kiss deepened.
Megumi relaxed into the plush of the couch, melting into your touch, his hands limp at his sides as you took your kiss.
His darkened gaze floated across the pink of your cheeks heightening his anxiety to have you in this place that’s filled with your presence far more not than often.
Into the Blue – Galleaux
played softly into the room as you lifted a hand to cup his cheek.
He shuddered as it slid lower, fingertips trickling along the curve of his Adams apple, goosebumps pricking across his skin. His pulse quickened as your tongue slipped deeper into his open mouth.
A soft moan vibrated from your chords against his lips, his eyes rolling back as the feel, taste, and sound of you filled his senses since for the first time tonight, he finally had you all to himself.
Your fingers traveled lower, riding the curves of his chest, brushing lightly across his perked bud from over his shirt, then lower, slipping under the fabric until his obliques constricted against your fingertips.
Pleasing Megumi made your heart ache, and watching him squirm under your controlled touch was enough to drown you in the depths of desire.
Your thumb pressed into his belly, tickling his side until It was his turn to moan, the deep, guttural vibration piercing straight to your core.
His right hand gripped the thick fabric over the edge of the cushion as your soft hands against the taught skin of his defined abdomen sent rushes of excitement through him.
He opened his mouth wider as your fingers reached their destination and you took your time at his leather belt. You pulled the strap over the buckle, anxiety building as the metal clinked loudly in your ears.
You then tugged the fabric around the button on his jeans that enclosed him, pulling it loose, then gripping the zipper to slide it down slowly as its length curved around his now rock hard manhood.
Your hand slipped past the opening, consuming the space between his boxers and his jeans, the heat from his cock warming you even more.
Megumi pressed himself against your hand, another helpless moan leaving his lips, breaking the kiss to beg. “Can I fuck you, please?” he grunted breathily, his blown out pupils burrowing into yours as you slowly groped his impressive length which snaked along his leg from under his pants. “I’ve been waiting all night.“
Your palm rested along its wide curve, then smoothly slid against its length as he anxiously watched the movement from over the blue fabric.
“You’re asking so kindly...” you whispered as a shudder trickled down your spine, and you walls clenched in anticipation.
The chill in the room seemed to have gone completely, eclipsed by the overwhelming heat between you.
“Hmph…” he breathed with a fading smirk. “You won’t think I’m so ’kind’ in a minute.“
“Mmm… Is that a threat, Fushiguro?“
Megumi’s hand moved from the couch to the curve of your neck to pull you in, closing the small distance filled with your words as he spoke into your lips, “Is that a ’yes’?“
You snickered, “I haven’t decided yet… Maybe I just wanna play with you.“
“Such a fucking tease.” he replied through his teeth.
“Maybe I am. But you like it.” You murmured, your hand gently squeezing his length which continued to grow. “And I thought you didn’t want anymore gifts?” you said, his free arm rested between your breasts.
“And I meant it.” he huffed, bucking into your hand again. “You’re already mine.”
“Touché.” Your hand slid slowly from his groin, up his solid abdomen as it passed his trail of jet black, then back down, slipping under the waistband of his boxers, then gripping his hot length that had grown so hard it was starting to hurt.
Frozen – Sabrina Claudio
played as a low growl erupted from his chest, and your soft hand curled around his cock, his heart drumming a solo against his ribs. “Fuck.“
You worked to release it from its confines, your eyes widening as they rested on its shiny round head. You tightened your grip a little, his hot muscle sliding through your rounded palm.
Megumi squeezed his eyes shut as he pumped himself through your grip, his parted lips touching yours as he practically whimpered.
“Feel good, baby?” you breathed into his mouth.
“Ha~ah… yeah.” he pumped faster. “Stop teasing me...“
You flicked out your tongue, sliding it along his lips, bottom to top, another soft kiss to the bottom. Your thumb traced smoothly along the curve of his glans, capturing the clear fluid that escaped.
He hissed as your soft hand stroked his entire length, precum making the glide smoother. His eyes fluttered shut, hips bucking erratically faster.
His veiny length grew hotter against your palm, your legs pressing together, hips responding as you recalled the feeling of him stretching you with that beautiful tool.
You licked your lips as you left his face, leaning in to his cock, planting an open mouthed kiss to the head, wetting it with a drizzle of your saliva.
Megumi’s eyes flicked open to watch as you kissed it a few more times, teasingly, only the tip, your tongue sliding along his slit.
You hovered, dropping more saliva, pupils blossoming as you watched it drip against your hand and you jerked him off faster.
The wrinkle in his brow deepened and his head fell back against the couch as you wet his throbbing cock.
More liquid seeped from him as you watched his beautiful face with fire in your eyes; red cheeks, parted lips, deep, sensual, broken moans erupting from his chest as he was unable to decide whether to keep his head rested against the couch, or watch you finish him off.
With your free hand, you gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it to his neck as your eyes took in every curve of his chiseled torso.
He lifted his back from the couch, pulling his top off completely. You leaned in to plant open mouthed kisses on his lower abdomen, and your hand continued to stroke him faster, kisses moving higher up his chest.
You pressed your face into the crook of his neck as your hand worked him toward orgasm and you whispered, “Cum for me baby.”
He thrusted even harder, eagerly, heaving sharp breaths through his teeth.
“F-fuck,fuck!!!” he murmured, one hand gripping the life from his cushion, the other slipping between your clenched thighs, fingers grazing your intimacy.
You tightened your grip a little more, stroking a few more times, skin taught around his hard, veiny muscle, until finally he warned…
“I’m … gonna cum! … a~ah! Cumming!“
His body convulsed, deep groans erupting from his chest as he pumped creamy white into your soft hand.
Your bottom lip disappeared behind your teeth as you smoothed his arousal along his thick length, your lusty gaze resting on his reddened face as you watched him ride out his high.
He cut his glazed over eyes toward you, his mouth hanging open, still hard as he huffed.
“So fucking hot.“ you mumbled, barely above a whisper as you smirked, trembling as your hand slid along his shaft, the look on his face driving you nearly feral.
Whale and Wasp – Alice in Chains
You looked absolutely predatory like that, hovering over him, his cum melting along your hand as you lifted your fingers, slipping one past your lips as you tasted him.
“You… fucking… gorgeous creature.“ He panted, shuddering as his dick twitched at the sight of you, his grip tightening around your inner thigh.
You quickly wiped your hand clean, then straddled him, hinging forward, knees pressing into the couch as you cupped his face with both hands, your lips hovering before pressing softly against his, a deep, passionate kiss.
He lifted his hips from between your legs to remove his pants, pulling them down to rest at his thighs as he used his legs to kick them off completely.
His hands slid up your outer thighs, your bare skin warm against his.
His thumbs hooked under your top as he removed it in one swift motion, your hair cascading in wispy bundles over your face and chest.
His hands glided along the curves of your back as they indulged in the suppleness of your flesh, his right hand curving to rest between your right ass cheek and his thigh, and the other around the line of your back, gripping you at the waist.
He squeezed, hard enough to elicit a moan from your lips as he sucked hot pink blotches into the skin of your supple breasts.
“I want you inside me.” you breathed.
Megumi responded, moving to pull down your panties from under your skirt that now rested like a belt around your hips. His hand was met with yours, as you gently guided it toward your sensitivity.
“You... can unbutton it from here.” you murmured.
His fingers slid between your legs, following the curve of your intimacy, back, and forth... Back, and forth, gliding along your soft middle, a tiny moan slipping from your lips as they finally located 2 small snaps on the fabric of your panties at your entrance.
His bows pressed into his forehead as he felt where to pull them loose. He flicked his gaze up to yours, and your surprisingly embarrassed expression.
“Really?” he quipped.
Your face reddened as you buried it in his neck.
“Tch... shy now?” He drawled, his left hand tightly gripping the back of your hair to pull your head up, forcing you to look into his eyes as he slipped his middle finger around the snap without undoing it, sinking it into your opening with ease as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
His tongue pulled his bottom lip behind his teeth as his thumb moved the buttoned fabric out of the way of his hand for better access.
He slowly thrusted a second finger in and out of your soaked opening, feeling you tighten around them each time.
He leaned into your face, fist still full of your hair, “I told you not to hide that face from me.” he purred, pulling back a little to watch every change in your expression.
Your breaths left your lungs in small pants, “More...” you begged, as your hips rolled into his hand.
He smirked as you soaked him, his fingers curling inside to reach that sweet spot that always made you fall apart.
You moaned, desperation gripping you as he thrusted them inside, removing them suddenly to detach the snap from your undies, and moved his large hand to grip his throbbing cock.
You lifted your body as he slid the head around your slick against your folds, moistening it with your arousal. It pressed slowly past your entrance, sinking in just past the head, the stretch absolutely delicious.
“Ngh!!!” you whimpered, shuddering from the fierce electric current.
He pressed in more, a grin curling into his lips as he felt your walls close around him.
He tightened his grip on your hair, leaning in closer as he pressed his lips into your cheek at the corner of your mouth. “Open up, baby“, he purred, as he pressed in even deeper.
“Ha-ngh!!!” Your moan was louder this time, velvety walls stretching to accommodate him.
It was music to his ears.
He couldn’t imagine a better sound.
He grunted in response, “Louder.” … he commanded, his cock throbbing from the sound.
He sank deeper… bottoming out and resting there, offering you a moment to adjust before pulling back, only to see tears prick at your eyes as they rolled back over your quivering lips.
“So fucking perfect.” he murmured, deeply satisfied with your beautiful expression.
You trembled as you tried to move, his length reaching places inside that you never could, and your body already responded, threatening a fierce release.
You pushed yourself up by your thighs, pulling him out just a little, the drag along your walls like the perfect massage, eliciting another deep moan as you gripped his hair with one hand as the other arm draped his shoulders.
He rested his hands on your hips as he guided your movement, thrusting up to reach even deeper as you came back down.
“Aaaah….” you whimpered and gasped, as he continued his thrusts, pulling you down on top of him as the friction generated more heat. “M-Megumi!”
“Ngh, fuck…” His name dripping from your lips sent him into a deeper frenzy as he buried his face in your chest, filling his mouth with one of your supple breasts, sucking hard enough for his cheeks to cave around your perked nipple.
Your moans became louder, your arousal causing him to slip even deeper, kissing your cervix with every thrust until you wailed,
“I’m ... gonna cum!!“
Megumi wrapped his arms around your waist, pounding into you at a steady, perfect pace until your core gripped him like a vice, and your heat coated him like molten lava.
You were everything he could ever need. And gifting you multiple orgasms in the course of an evening was the best way he could imagine spending his birthday.
Or any other...
*~*~*~*~*
You walked into your corporate gig’s building early the next morning, the skip in your step and the glow in your skin making you more radiant than you had been for days.
The harsh florescents beating down from the ceiling pulled no frustration from you today as they normally did. Your body still felt Megumi all over it, and was enough to keep your mind occupied for good.
Or, at least until you saw him again.
You spoke to a few people, flashing genuine smiles, and some muted ones to the meanies out of professional duty.
Some came by your desk for answers about manuals you’d recently completed, as there was a rumor going around that there were already plans to use them to train yet another group of employees.
As far as you were concerned, that was perfectly fine since it likely meant you’d have your load lightened at this place even more. That was a welcome change since ironically it seems to have gotten heavier since... he showed up.
You finished a teachable moment with a colleague as you made your way to the coffee station, grateful that someone made a fresh pot before you’d arrived.
“Ah, nice”. You murmured as you pulled your favorite mug from the cabinet, sighing to yourself as you washed it at the sink in warm water.
You turned to grab the coffee pot only to see a familiar face out of nowhere, smirking down at you, nearly startling you to death.
Sukuna.
You flinched hard, “God!” you nearly yelped, pressing your free hand against your chest.
“Not quite.” He responded, his smirk quickly widening into a sly smile. “I was wondering if it was gonna be a good morning.” he swiped the hot pot from the maker before you did, pouring its contents into his over-sized cup, taking way too much.
“Looks like it is.” he said, casually turning the cup into his mouth as if it wasn’t scorching, or bitter.
You raised a brow, gripping the handle of the pot as you took it for yourself, pouring the remainder in your pink Volkswagen mug. “Good morning, Sukuna.” you spoke with an exhausted tone, rotating your shoulders to pass him as you headed to the fridge.
He took a quick glance around the room, checking for passers by or listening ears. “You’ve uh... got quite the set of pipes on you.” he praised, relaxing his large body against the sink as his biceps bulged from his arm propping himself up with it.
You looked up at him from your angle at the refrigerator door, pulling out the “Italian Creme”.
“Thanks.” you said dryly, suddenly remembering to address something.
“Speaking of... would you mind telling me exactly what you were doing at that venue last night?“
His lips turned down in the corners as he shrugged, “Listening to music?” he replied, squinting as if he didn’t understand your question, then smiling as if he did.
“You know what I mean, Sukuna.” You tried not to slam the door before you walked the creamer back over to your coffee. “That was a private event.“
“Hmph, well that doesn’t make much sense. If that were true, I wouldn’t have been allowed in.” he replied mockingly. “Besides that, where I go outside of work hours is none of your business now, is it?” He said smoothly.
You huffed, “That’s the point though, right?” you finished stirring in the cream, turning toward him. “There’s like...” you shrugged, “I dunno... thirty different clubs in this area? Of all of ’em, how did you end up there?”
“I got a tip from a friend that there was a show.“
You scoffed. “A friend?“
“Yeah.“
“Did that ’friend’ happen to have that information on a computer?”
“Like I said, none of your business.”
“It is if you took the location from my personal files.” You stared at him, shaking your head. “Let’s not play this game. How could you invade my privacy like that?“
He cocked his head sideways, “We’ve already made you aware that these computers, and all the information on them are company property.”
He leaned forward a bit, careful to maintain a healthy workplace boundary as he continued. “If you want privacy, perhaps you should use a different computer.”
You clenched your teeth behind your jaw. “You had to have a reason.” your eyes cutting into his nonchalant gaze, “No one does something like that for nothing.“
His eyes raked over you in a mildly inappropriate manner. He smirked, crossing his chiseled arm over his broad chest, propping his hand under the bicep that held up his ridiculously large mug.
“I’m a musician.” his lips turned down in the corners with a shrug. “I tend to be where music is.”
“Tch. So I’ve heard.”
“Have you?”
“You know I have.”
He held your gaze a moment, his devious smile widening. “Then did you also hear my band’ll be playing there in a month?”
“What?!” you flinched at your own voice, which was a little too loud for the office break-room. Your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, colleagues passing by with confused faces, your blood nearly reaching a boiling point.
“Yeah... get some good music coming out of that spot for once. Show this city what a real rock band sounds like.” His smile was far too bright and genuine for such a disrespectful comment.
If looks could kill, you’d have gotten him workman’s comp at the very least. “You cant be serious.“
“As a heart attack.”
You scoffed, “Unbelievable.” you stared at him a while, blown away by his audacity, yet he just seemed to like the attention. “Don’t you have something better to do?“
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.” His eyes raked over you again, slower this time, enough to send a little shudder through you. “And so do you.“
“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
He chuckled darkly as he turned on his heels out of the break room wearing a sly grin, another employee stopping him for help almost immediately as he hit the corridor.
Your face scrunched, nose flared, eyes fluttering as you grabbed your mug and walked to your desk thinking how that man was truly a piece of work.
Literally.
And off all places, you had to be here with him, for hours on end.
You settled into your seat, re-adjusting, remembering that you wanted to finish a few lyrics to a new song today while you were on your break. Yet, after that little run-in with Sukuna, you felt it really would be best to just to leave all of your personal work at home.
You couldn’t imagine putting Megumi in another difficult situation.
Not after this.
After a few minutes, your phone dings with a text:
Tsumiki: Hey Love! Nobara and I are getting soba for lunch. Wanna come?
You were so happy to hear from them. It was an immediate relief.
You: Absolutely! I miss you guys, already. Sorry about last night.
Tsumiki: no need to apologize, it was his day. we understood.
You: yeah, but... well... we’ll talk about it later. Text the addy?
Tsumiki: Yup. C u there!
You’d actually felt a little guilty that Megumi cut them off last night, especially since Tsumiki only had so much time to stay with you all before she had to be back.
If she hadn’t planned to stay for several days, you likely wouldn’t have let him get away with it, but she didn’t have to leave yet and as she said, it was his birthday.
“You’re here.”
A familiar voice called out to you as you’re hunched over at your desk on your phone. You turned to see Geto sauntering toward you.
What’s up? you asked, taking another sip of your coffee, the warmth actually relaxing you a bit as you swiveled your seat around to face him.
“So... it looks like we’ll need you on another training module.”
“W-what?” Your knee-jerk reaction was frustration, displayed far to clearly in your expression. You quickly straightened your face as you remembered you were in front of a person who could actually fire you. “S-sorry.”
Geto paused a moment, chuckling to himself as he smacked the back of the pen he was holding in his opposite palm. “Look, I’m not picking on you, okay? If you recall, we discussed that there’d be another one.”
“I just... wasn’t expecting it so soon.”
He nodded, “Understandable. But you are one of the best and primary trainers on the team, so naturally you’d be chosen to participate. This is your work, remember?”
You grimaced a little at his very valid point. “Right, but I cant get a break on this? I volunteered to fill in last time.”
“True, but this one is mandatory for leads. We just finalized the details in a meeting yesterday. It’ll be our second module for this term, and hopefully the last for quite some time.”
What’s the time frame looking like?
“We won’t be leaving for another two weeks, so no rush this time. But we’ll be heading to Okinawa.”
“Wow. Okinawa?“
“Yes. Sukuna says it –”
“Sukuna?“
“Yes. It was actually his idea. He’s responsible for handpicking staff and location for training modules. He felt the serene atmosphere will be a nice break, and...” he snickered a little, “considering how hard he’s worked, hoping for a personal vacation that likely won’t come for a while. I think he’s right.“
Your wheels turned violently in your head as your brows threaded together, “Right...” your eyes darting to and fro as you tried to make sense of it all.
“It’ll be a two week stretch so... not as long as the first trip. And no big language gap this time.“
“Okay... Uhm–”
“Also, there happens to be a convention there for the higher ups, so we’ll have a dinner to attend... be sure to be prepared for that. It’s formal.“
Your heart sank into your chest as Geto went on, talks of formalities, fancy rooms, cocktail dresses, business dinners and beaches.
But a light bulb went on in your head, a glimmer of hope, even excitement behind your eyes as you posed the question. “I noticed that some of the staff, on the last trip, were able to bring a plus one... can I–?“
“I’m afraid not. We’ve already hit capacity and...” he frowned “...Well, I don’t mean to sound presumptuous but... I wasn’t aware that you had someone. I might’ve considered that had I known.“
You smiled, uncomfortably, the notion of bringing work colleagues into your personal life making you cringe. “I do. I’m really hoping I could bring him along.“
“Yeah, that’s not possible... Maybe next time.” Sukuna says happily, boldly cutting into your conversation as he sauntered toward you and Geto.
You pursed your lips as you hiked a brow, body tensing as you took a deep breath, hoping he’d leave soon.
“We’ve already chosen the staff, and this trip will be a little different. No ’plus-ones’ this time.” You raised your gaze and he met it with a tilt of his head. “Just us.“
Clearly, Megumi was right. But then, when was he not?
Sukuna’s already infiltrated your work, Megumi’s work, and now you have the sneaking suspicion he’s attempting to interfere in your relationship?
It was getting out of fucking hand.
And you obviously had no idea how far Sukuna was willing to push. But you were getting one. And fast.
You took a deep breath. “Okay then.” your eyes met Geto’s. “I’ll be sure to prepare myself. Will you send details?“
“I will.” Sukuna interjected, crossing his thick muscular arms against his chest again, his weight shifting backward a little as his tattoos peeked through the sleeves of his perfectly pressed oxford. “I’ll be sure to give you everything you need.” he replied, his lips turning up ever so slightly in the corners.
You nodded slowly, noting his slick talk, thanked them as they wrapped up, then turned back to your desk to finish your work.
*~*~*~*~*
Megumi’s band decided to rehearse at Nanami’s since the studio was being rented out by another band. Choso had disappeared into the office for a while, as Megumi and the others went over a few things.
“We can take a break for now. But we’ve still got three more to finish, including Maki’s.” Megumi said, changing one of the high hats on his kit.
“Its about damn time!” Yuji yelled from the bar, receiving deliveries and prepping for the night.
Yuta raised a brow, “Yeah, it is.” he murmured.
Maki snapped her head toward him. “What?! Not you, too...”
Yuta shrugged. “We’ve been waiting forever for you to let us play it. You’re too good to let your music sit this long without exposure.”
“Well, I need it to be exactly the way I want it before I let anyone else in on it!”
“I mean, you’re not wrong, but... neither is he.” Megumi interjected.
“Oh, be quiet.” Maki grumbled.
Yuta chuckled as he and Megumi shared a knowing glance.
“It’s not like I haven’t wanted to perform it.” She replied. “It’s just... a certain someone kind of inspired me recently.” she hiked a shoulder.
“Awww I’m glad to have encouraged you.” Yuta responded with a warm smile.
“Not you, idiot!” Maki snapped. She shook her head, eyes meeting Megumi’s. “That girl’s got no idea how much of a force she can be.”
Megumi looked down at his hand as he quickly twirled his stick, his heart warming as he thought of you. If only Maki knew how right she really was.
At that moment, Choso sauntered out of the office, nose flared.“You’re not gonna believe this shit.” He said, relatively calmly to Megumi as he walked up, despite the implied urgency.
Choso’s eyes scanned the room, catching eye contact with each of them. “Come with me.” He turned toward the bar, “Yuji! You too, bro.” he said, waving for him to join them as they migrated to Nanami’s office.
*~*~*~*~*
“He’s just going to do a couple nights a week to help bring in more cash.” Mei advised, arms crossed as she helped Nanami deliver the news to the band.
Megumi scoffed, arms sinking into his pockets as he closed his eyes, his head dropping down, ‘I knew it’ written all over his face.
“Excuse me?” Maki squinted under a deep frown, working to grasp what the hell was going on.
“You can’t do everything alone Megumi.” Nanami added. “This is business.“
“I haven’t been.” Megumi retorted, head still angled down as he looked up at Nanami. “And there are other bands here. Bands who’ve been waiting in line, patiently, to open for us.”
“True, but none as popular as they are. And with the growth you guys have brought to this venue... we can’t go backwards. You’ve raised the bar, and the crowds are expecting every show to be good.”
Yuji flicked his eyes back and forth between Megumi and Nanami, scrunching his lips in one corner of his mouth.
“We’ll lose money if we don’t get better acts in here. Ones that can meet the standard you’ve set for this place.” Mei continued. “This can’t be about personal issues. It needs to be about profitability. For everyone.”
“How is this even happening?” Yuta asked. “Isn’t there a … process or something?”
“He’s already had a conversation with me.” Nanami replied after a long sigh.
“When?” Toge whined.
“Right?” Choso added, “He just got here like five minutes ago.”
“A couple days ago, actually. Before Megumi’s event. He called us and let us know he was in town.” he looked around at all the disappointed faces.
“Her even brought video footage of his band. And reviews. Plus, the only band here that has a bigger following than they do is you.”
“This Is fucking crazy.” Maki commented.
“Just like the good old days.” Yuta murmured.
“Wild.” Toge chimed.
Megumi’s eyes cut toward Nanami in frustration. But he knew to expect something of this nature. Sukuna was a troublemaker. And he was prepared to have to deal with whatever popped up.
Unfortunately, they really were a spectacular band, and the business part was understood. But this was Megumi’s livelihood. And his home.
Not to mention, you.
Sukuna liked getting under his skin, so Megumi knew, even if a little, he’d involve you in the process. And nothing here besides his family and the people in this room were a bigger part of his life now than you are.
“Look, they wont take your place.” Nanami reassured them as he leaned against a stool with his arms crossed. “They cant. I won’t even allow it. But we’ll still be here when you guys move on to bigger and better things. We need more great bands here. Please work with us on this Megumi.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Are you fucking serious?”
You met her gaze, rolling your eyes. “Girl…” Your heart seemed to twist a little at the tiniest notion of yet another something causing issues in your relationship with Megumi. “I’m already exhausted with his antics. Megumi couldn’t have possibly been more right about him”.
“Why the hell does he need to perform here? Isn’t he leaving soon?” Nobara whined. Clearly aggravated.
“Not that I know of.” You replied. “He’s supposed to be at the office for quite a while now, God knows how long. He worked at a branch closer to the college he attended with Megumi.”
Tsumiki nodded slowly, a knowing look on her face.
You glanced over, feeling the knot in your chest tighten, working to make out the meaning behind her expression behind a wrinkled brow. “What?”
“This is kinda typical.” she sighed, “I mean… It’s not like the same thing will happen between you and Megz, but… Sukuna had a lot to do with his breakup… from Nanako.”
Paranoia Purple (Live at Electric Lady) – Yebba
played on the speaker as your lips parted and you panicked inside. You flattened your back against the cushion of your chair, eyes widening as a quick huff exited your chest.
Tsumiki leaned in, her hand resting on your forearm. “Look, I only mentioned it because he’s trouble. It’s just a heads up. That’s all. He’s not the type to back off easily. I just want you to keep that in mind.”
Your heart felt heavy in your chest as your gaze floated over to Nobara who looked just about as concerned as you felt.
“Noby?” you said her name as if pleading for some sign of relief.
“She’s right.” Nobara said, genuinely. “Your relationship with Megumi is about you and him. Not Sukuna.” She smiled. “You love him, right?“
You huffed, nodding. “Without question.”
“Then everything’ll be fine.” She reassured, “You love him. I mean, the only real question we’re asking here is, what could Sukuna possibly do to change that?” She rested her hand on your other arm. “Right?”
You glanced back and forth between the two of them, with another nod. “Right.” You echoed. “The answer is simple. Nothing.” You swallowed hard as the bad feeling in your chest seemed to spread through to your nerves.
Regardless how you felt, or what you thought, this entire scene was exhausting. This shouldn’t be happening. You were sure it wore on your friends too, as they practically consoled you.
But It was.
Why though? Because some random guy decides he wants to play around in your personal life? Toy with your well being as if it were worthless?
“This is … ridiculous.” you said, your head shaking in disbelief. “Why is this happening?”
Tsumiki scrunched her lips in the corner of her mouth. “How could it not?” she then smiled, pressing her lips together. “You have a great thing going with Megumi. That’s not easy to find. People who feel they can’t, will either want to take it, or destroy it.”
She leaned in, relaxing her shoulders. “You don’t have anything to prove. But sometimes we all have to protect what we love.”
You turned to see Nobara smiling as well, clearly in agreement. Her eyes then suddenly flicked around as if she were in deep thought.
“You recall what happened when Nanako showed up at Megumi’s?”
You crossed your arms in front of you, resting them on the table. “Yeah. Now that you mention it, you never told me what happened out there.”
It suddenly dawned on you that you hadn’t even bothered to ask Megumi.
“He checked her. Cleanly.” she said, her brows pressing into her forehead. “She practically whined like a baby about how she was the greatest girlfriend he’d ever had, as her sister stood by and said nothing.“
She continued: “Megumi said, ’What makes you think that?’
Her reply was, ‘Isn’t it obvious? Sukuna and I tried so hard to help you, and you just –’
Megumi Interrupts her and says, ‘I’m gonna stop you right there. Do you hear yourself? Even now, as you blatantly disrespect my work, my friends, my home, and my girlfriend, you bring up another man.
Nanako pleaded, nonsensically, ‘Sukuna knows all kinds of people in the industry! He was just trying to help. To make things better for you!’”
“It didn’t mean much to me at that time to hear his name, since I had no idea who he was. But now, it all makes sense.”
“Megumi realized how sad she looked, still gnawing away at that bone, with no understanding of how sick it was making her. ‘And just exactly how well did putting him before me work out for you?’”
“Oof… When he said that, even I felt bad for her. It was fucking embarrassing. But kinda hilarious at the same time, because… well, we all know how much trouble she’d caused.”
“He stepped closer to her, with a straight face, and asked, ‘When does your shame kick in? You were so sure I wouldn’t be where I am. That I wouldn’t go where I’m going.’
‘You have light years to travel before coming anywhere close to the woman I have now. I’ve never met anyone better. Go home. And don’t come back here, or things’ll get a whole lot worse for you.’”
Your froze in place listening to her, your lips parting as your heart skipped.
You had a clue, based on his behavior those nights in his office, but you didn’t realize how commanding, and frankly a little scary Megumi could be.
If it were at all possible, you suddenly found him even hotter, wondering how you could get in trouble with him again...
Wild Horses – The Sundays
]played on the speakers as you recalled how you’d passed out after he went to talk to her. Yet you had no recollection of the conversation, since nowhere in your mind did you think you couldn’t trust him.
And you were absolutely right.
“Megumi is head over heels for you.” Nobara said. “He wont just let some guy come in and ruin that.” Her heart warmed as she spoke of it.
She’s been there with you through several relationships, always wanting for you exactly what you have right now.
“Yuji told me he’d never heard Megumi speak of any woman that way. The ball’s in your court now.”
Your cheeks warmed visibly at the thought of him. “Yea. You’re right.” You replied, your heart swelling in your chest.
You glanced toward Tsumiki, who’s lids rested softly over her eyes as a huge smile graced her face.
“What was it like for you living with Megumi?”
“Tch, oh my God.” She murmured, rolling her eyes playfully. “Not much different than now.” she replied, her smile widening.
“He’s always been a very serious person. And that was understandable considering what happened with our parents. But I often worried about him since … sometimes … it was like he held the whole world in contempt.”
You peered down at your mug of tea through your lashes, a wrinkle forming in your brow for a moment as you curled your hands around the warm ceramic. “I can only imagine what that must’ve been like”.
“It was tough for a while.” She nodded slowly, “We made it through, though. Took good care of ourselves. I did laundry and kept the house clean, he made sure to get our groceries and cook the food. And it was always delicious.”
You huffed. “Still is.”
“And… he was the one who made sure my grades didn’t slip. He was so structured. Focused. And loyal. Always has been.”
She pressed her lips together through her smirk. “Until Jr. High, that is.” She chuckled. “I recall often wanting him to relax, and I’d tease him about it. But in the end, I think we both had a healthy influence on each other.”
“Yeah.” you smiled warmly. “You’re lucky to have each other”.
“And he’s lucky to have you. He knows that.”
“Speaking of,” Nobara interjected, “are you planning to go home anytime soon? I feel like I hardly see you these days.”
“Oh, uhm… Yeah.” Your body tensed as you remembered something else you wanted to bring up. You’d considered not, but you figured they should be the first to find out. You took a deep breath before releasing the words.
“He uh… he offered me … a key.”
Complete silence fell on all of you, as four large eyes locked in on your face. “What?!” they nearly yelped in unison as you peered at the elderly couple nearby who could’ve been given a heart attack.
“I know…” you squealed. “I wasn’t ready.”
“What do you mean you weren’t ready?” Nobara wailed again too loudly. “I’m not ready!”
You and Tsumiki both laughed.
Tsumiki’s face brightened, “Are you gonna do it?”
You grimaced through your blushy smile, “I don’t know, guys!” you shook out your hands, then planted your palms on your cheeks, “I don’t knooooow!“
You’d never been asked that before, and still weren’t sure how or what to think about it. It was a huge step.
Even the relationship itself, was of a sort you’d never experienced. And because of it, your world seemed to get bigger and more exciting every day.
In a nutshell, it was fucking scary.
Incredible, but absolutely terrifying.
“WOW.” Nobara replied. Glancing away as it seemed wheels were turning in her head. “That’s… Wow.”
“I know.” you retorted. “I need some time to think about it. And he told me there’s no rush.”
“Yeah, that’s what he told you.” Tsumiki added, “But knowing him, he’ll want some kind of an answer soon, especially for something that huge. I don’t recall him even staying over with, let alone living with anyone besides me.”
“I could kinda tell he was hoping I’d answer ‘yes’ right away.” you replied, “But like Noby said, I haven’t been home for a while, and doing so will give me some time to consider it thoroughly. I owe him at least that, whatever my decision is.”
“I agree.” Tsumiki reassured, “Rushing into big decisions is the easiest way to make big mistakes.” she rested her hand on your arm again, “Not that I think it would be a mistake.“
You smiled widely, “Thank you. And you’re right. Maybe answering when I get back will give me the time I need.”
“Yeah. Take a few days, relax, then you can answer with a clear head.” Nobara noted.
“No, I mean… it’s gonna be a few weeks.” you sighed, hunching as you angled your head toward the ceiling. “Sukuna. He planned another business trip for my department.”
“Oh my God girl... Enough with the bombs! I need to recover!” Nobara whined. “What the hell? How is he able to do that?“
You filled your lungs with air before you shrugged. “Geto hired him for that kinda thing. I used to be on that team, but it’s his responsibility now, among other things.”
“Ugh. I’m already too sick of him.” she complained, “Can’t you get someone else to go in your place?”
You sighed, “I wish. I can’t opt out, and I can’t bring anyone along. Best believe I tried.” You pressed your first two fingers into your temple. “And, it’s to Okinawa of all places.“
Nobara plopped her back into her seat as she shook her head. “What a fucking asshole.” She glanced back toward you. “He’s trying to corner you.”
“Seems like it.” You replied, becoming more annoyed every moment you spent thinking about it.
“That guy...” Tsumiki murmured. “He’s pretty relentless … Just… prepare yourself. For anything.” Her brow wrinkled. “He’s probably got all kinds of tricks up his sleeve.”
You nodded again in agreement. “I will. For sure.“
The table vibrates as you all look down for the location of the hum… It was Tsumiki’s cell. She’d received a text message from the looks of it.
“It’s Toji.” She says. “He’s here to pick me up.” She turned toward the large window you all sat next to in the restaurant. You and Nobara both met his gaze. He was waiting just outside in a black Mercedes.
“He wasn’t going to let me just hang out here without spending some time with him, too.” Tsumiki smiled at the two of you.
You smiled back warmly. “Well, I cant say I blame him.”
“Yeah. He can be an ass sometimes but… we love him.”
You and Nobara both chuckled before you asked, “Will you be here a little while longer?” You were hoping to see more of her before she returned to the States.
“Yeah. I have a couple more days.“
“Kay. Then we should do this again before you go.” You suggested.
“Sounds good.” She says, standing and grabbing her bag before she headed out. “See ya. And don’t for get what I said, ok? Protect what’s yours.“
“I will.” You promised as you watched her wave goodbye.
You locked eyes temporarily with Toji as he noted Tsumiki leave the building and head for his car. You raised your hand as if to wave, hoping he’d notice.
He did, and offered you an upward nod as Tsumiki entered the car.
*~*~*~*~*
Nobara walked with you back to your building, the clacking of your heels on the sidewalk accompanying the sound of miscellaneous vehicles rushing by in the busy square of Shinjuku.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You called out to her as you took a few steps toward your office building’s entrance.
“Uhm….” Nobara began, her tone indicating something was on her mind.
“What’s up?”
“Are you sure Megumi’s okay waiting for your answer?”
Your brow furrowed as you eyeballed her expression. “Yeah. As far as I could tell, he was fine. Maybe a little hopeful, but he didn’t seem worried.”
“Okay.” She replied. “How long is your trip going to be?”
“Two, maybe three weeks”
“Really?“
“Yeah…” you replied, your smile fading as you observed her unsettled expression. It was always easy to tell when something weighed on Nobara’s mind. “Is something wrong?”
“No… I’m just. Wondering if Megz can hold it together for that long without you nowadays.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that big a deal.” You frowned, “He often has all kinds of company around him.”
“But he wants you. Apparently all the time now.” she huffed past a tiny smile. “A key? … that’s… major.” she looked more concerned than happy. “Do you remember what Yuji told us about him? How he spent a lot of time alone, and that work was so important to him?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he also told me that Megumi is constantly thinking about you. What to do for you, how to take care of you, how to help you... I think he’s hooked. Like… in a good way, but … a serious way.”
You tilted your head, “What makes you say that?” your eyes growing smaller as you considered the implications of her words.
“Are you saying he loves me?” you huffed, “We all know that, right?”
“Of course but…”
“I mean, that’s …” you looked away, suddenly recalling that night when he asked you to stay, a few moments that made you wonder a little. “I believe he loves me. But … living together is…” you shook your head. “he sees women constantly. Gorgeous ones. All the time.”
“So?” Nobara frowned.
“So… what if he sees me on too many bad days in a row? What if … I like… pass gas around him?“
Nobara snickered, covering her mouth.
“No, for real!” You snickered with her as you pushed her shoulder. “What if he just... looks at me too long and decides he’s tired of me?”
“Oh my God, girl.”
“I’m so serious right now.” And then your concerned look matched hers. “What if he can’t stand the sight of me after like a month? I’ll be devastated.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” she scoffed. “Did you not hear a word I just said? He’s gone for you, girl. I honestly think you’re it for him.”
“I like things the way they are. I don’t wanna lose him due to his exhaustion with our proximity.” You could feel your heart already hurting at the idea of him finally growing tired of you, as if that had ever happened or threatened to. “Megumi isn’t exactly easy to please… I don’t wanna mess things up.”
Nobara sighed, the look of concern morphing into one of pity. “We can talk about it later, okay?” She replied, leaning in as she gripped your arm. “Have a good day at work, love.
You lifted your arms, wrapping her in a tight hug, then kissing her on the cheek. “You, too.”
*~*~*~*~*
Your workdays were always pretty stressful.
But today it seemed they, well, Sukuna specifically, were extra desperate to have all of your time since there was a trip to plan. However, you managed to rip yourself away after briefly speaking with Geto about your job description in detail, avoiding an excessive dig into your personal time.
You usually got home around five, but today it was seven forty-five before you even left the building.
Your legs and back were aching, so you decided to request an Uber during your last meeting since you were too exhausted to bother walking to the station, sitting around on cold benches to wait for the train, or standing in one for a prolonged period, then walking the rest of the way home.
The Uber arrived on time, and you were quite satisfied that Geto ordered a nice one. Your eyes felt like weights as you entered the vehicle, and the nice condition of the ride made you even more relaxed. The seats were plush and soft to the touch.
Just as you tilted your head against the leather cushion of the back seat in the car, the nice fragrance in the interior, the hum of the engine, and the muted nightlights outside the window lulled you right to sleep.
Your head bobbed along the back of the seat, seemingly for just a moment, only for the driver to suddenly call your name as he reached your building. “Ma’am, you’re home.” He said, peering through the rear-view, waking you up just before you reached rem.
“Ugh…” you were slightly disoriented, just making out the front of your building as your eyes adjusted. “I’m so sorry... Thank you!” you replied as you opened the door to exit.
You started up the stairs to the apartment, just realizing you hadn’t turned your phone back on at all after turning it off when you returned from lunch. It seemed you were needed every moment at work, and had no time to use it.
“Oh my god…” you grimaced, searching for it as you walked in, only to hear multiple consecutive ‘dings’ on it from texts and missed calls the moment you turned it on.
Most of them were from Megumi.
Megumi: hey. hope ur day is good. what time will u be home?
2:30PM
Megumi: coming back to my place tonight? I’m making udon.
3:46PM
Megumi: u must be really busy.
5:00PM
Megumi:??Haven’t heard from you. Everything OK??
7:03PM
Megumi: Starting to worry. Call me when you get home.
8:30PM
You called immediately.
“Hello?”
“Megz!” you called out to him, clearly anxious, yet your heart was relieved the moment you heard his voice.
You hadn’t spoken with him since you left his house last night. “God, I’m so sorry! It’s been fucking ridiculous at work today.”
“Yeah, I figured.” He replied calmly, relief lacing his voice as you spoke. “You home?”
“Yeah. I just got back. Like, literally two minutes ago.”
“Wow.” he paused, a wrinkle forming in his forehead. “Overtime?”
“I’m really sorry, Megz. Geto even scheduled the Uber for me. I passed out in the seat the moment I sat down. I forgot to turn on my phone.”
“You got an Uber?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you getting an Uber when you have a man at your beck and call?”
You chuckled, dropping the keys on the kitchen counter along with the rest of your stuff. “’Beck and call?’ Really? You had rehearsal didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but… I own the place?”
Another chuckle. “Right. M’sorry sweetie. I promise I’ll call you if this happens again.”
“You don’t have to apologize … But I’d rather you promise me you’ll never pass out in one of those alone again... or… at the very least, text me or Nobara your info and location.”
“Yeah… You’re right.” You grimaced, realizing you could have awakened in any number of strange places… or not at all.
“Well, hopefully soon you’ll be staying here more often instead.” he replied casually.
It fell silent on the phone for a moment, your mind reeling a little.
“… Or … not?” he murmured.
You stopped yourself just before apologizing again. “I’m just... taking some time to think about it.”
Megumi’s heart sank a little, enough for him to actually feel it move. “What can do to help you make your decision?”
“Nothing really… I guess I’m … just… wanting to not rush it. I’ll have to say goodbye to everything.”
He sighed audibly, “I get it.” his fingers running through his black hair again as he sank deeper into the cushions of the couch.
“I’m starting to miss you too much already.” he said nearly under his breath, looking around at the random little things you’d left behind in his place.
He slid the bracelet you gave him off of his wrist, holding it up to the light to view your pretty face through the crystal.
“Kinda lame of me, huh?“
You felt your heart warm as you recalled everything Nobara mentioned about his feelings for you. “Of course not.” It was difficult to hold back your smile as it widened behind a deep blush that he wasn’t able to see over the phone. “And I miss you, too.”
You figured maybe this wasn’t the best time to tell him, but you might as well, since you didn’t wanna take the chance that some one else would do it first.
“Uh…” you sighed a tired sigh, one that he could tell had a little something extra behind it.
“What is it?” he asked his eyes leaving the bracelet as he waited for your reply...
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After years of enduring Naoya's cruelty in your marriage, one desperate push at the top of the stairs changes everything.
He falls, but he doesn’t die. He wakes with no memory of who he was, or what he did to you.
With his family desperate to hide the truth and preserve his inheritance, you become his caretaker… and his only anchor. The man who once made you flinch at the sound of his footsteps, now follows you around like a lost ghost, soft-eyed and uncertain.
You could tell him the truth. You could walk away, but guilt keeps you here, and love, eventually, makes it hard to leave.
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Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Graphic descriptions of domestic abuse, Physical & emotional violence, Amnesia, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy angst, Slow burn romance, Non-con elements, Smut (More warnings will be added when full chapter is posted).
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You slide the pod into the machine with exaggerated slowness, giving him every chance to follow along.
“Okay, so you put a pod in like this…” The plastic clicks shut. You glance sideways. He isn’t watching the machine. His eyes are fixed on your face, tracking the small twitch at the corner of your mouth, the brief flicker of your lashes when you blink, the way your jaw tightens for half a second when you realise he’s not paying attention to the task at all.
“Naoya.” The name comes out on a sigh. Your shoulders drop. “You’re not even looking.”
He flinches, small, quick, like a child caught stealing sweets. “I’m sorry” he mutters, gaze falling to the counter.
This new version of him notices everything now. One frown and his whole posture collapses inward, shoulders rounding, head dipping, as though displeasing you is the worst thing in the world.
The reversal sits strangely with you, once you were the one scanning his mood for the coming storm, now he watches you with the same wary hunger you once used on him.
You force your face into that smooth, practised, blank mask you wore for years. Then you offer a small, careful smile. “It’s fine. Let’s try again. So… in like this.” You tap the pod. “Push it down. Hit the button.”
He steps closer, always closer, shadow falling over your shoulder while the machine gurgles and hisses. Once you finish, you slide the mug across the marble toward him. Froth wobbles on top, pale and trembling. He stares at it like it might bite, leans in, sniffs once, then recoils.
“Smells bitter.”
You almost scoff. Somewhere beneath the amnesia the old coffee snob still breathes, the one who once sneered at anything that was not freshly ground and pulled by hand. “Coffee is bitter” you say, keeping your tone light. “Try it.”
He lifts the mug with both hands, cautious, like he’s handling an explosive. After the first sip, his face screws up instantly. He takes a second sip anyway. He swallows and scowls again. But he doesn’t set it down, just keeps sipping, grimacing between each one, like he’s determined to like it just because you made it.
You tear your eyes away, turning toward the hallway. “Anyway… I’ll show you the doorbell now.”
He follows two steps behind, never more, never less, sipping slowly, a content little smile tugging at his mouth. When you stop at the panel by the front door he steps right up behind you, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his skin.
Your spine stiffens, an old reflex. You wait for the hand on your neck, the shove, the hissed command, but nothing comes. Just his quiet breathing against the back of your neck.
You talk through the settings mechanically, lock, camera, mute, do-not-disturb, words tumbling out while your mind spins worst-case scenarios. What if the old Naoya claws his way back tonight? What if one wrong memory surfaces and he remembers the stairs, the push, the blood? What if this softness is only temporary?
“Don’t let anyone in, okay?” you finish, glancing over your shoulder, almost recoiling when you see how close he's gotten.
He tilts his head inquisitively “Why?”
The question stops you cold. The old Naoya never asked why. Commands were obeyed, questions were punished.
You swallow anyway. “Because… I want you to be safe.”
He blinks once. Then smiles, a small, shy smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Okay.” As simple as that, content with your display of care.
You slip past him toward the coat closet, shrug into your jacket, fingers fumbling the zipper. He watches every motion, collar smoothed, sleeves tugged down, expression slowly shifting from content to something sadder.
He sets the mug down with a soft clink and steps a little closer, chewing the inside of his cheek hard enough that you see the muscle jump.
“Do you… do you have to go?” It’s so quiet it’s almost a whisper.
His hand drifts out, catches your pinky, a light, hesitant, barely there touch.
You rip your hand back before you even register the motion. Your heart presses against your ribs. Fear floods in, cold and familiar, the same adrenaline spike you felt every time he stepped too close.
He sees it, but he doesn't understand it. His brows pinch, lips pursing into an exaggerated pout, so childlike and wounded. For a second you think he might actually cry again.
You drag in a breath. Force yourself to reach out. Take both his hands in yours, despite how your fingers tremble, you pray he doesn’t feel it.
“Yes” you say, pushing brightness into the word that isn’t there. You lift your eyes to his. “I have to go to work, okay?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Just stares, searching your face, memorising the mask of calm you’re wearing. Then, very slowly, he nods.
But his grip tightens, just a fraction.
He doesn’t let go.
His thumbs brush once across your knuckles. “How long?” he asks, voice so low you almost miss it.
You freeze. The question hangs there, innocent on the surface, but something beneath it pulls taut.
How long until you come back Naoya?.
How long until he’s alone in this house with nothing but lies and half-memories. How long until whatever fragile thing is building between you snaps.
You open your mouth to answer, but the words never come.
…
Your hands are wrist-deep in compost, the familiar metallic, earthy smell loosening that knot in your chest as you work. You press the bulbs into the dirt at neat intervals, careful to mark each one with the little flags you’d prepared earlier, red for roses, purple for lavender, a routine so ingrained it almost feels like breathing.
The greenhouse smells of wet peat and sun-warmed stone, the faint hiss of the misting sprays on the roof punctuating the quiet.
“So how is he?” Utahime asks gently, looking over from where she’s kneeling in the dirt beside you.
She knows more than most. She caught the worst of it when she found you changing after a shift, purple bruises decorating your ribs, the way you winced when you lifted your arms.
Walking into things stopped cutting it with her eventually.
She pried until you spilled the truth, after that she never looked at you the same way again.
You shrug one shoulder, trying not to think about your broken husband back home, a stranger wearing the face of the man you’re still terrified of. “Still… confused” is all you can offer. “He remembers nothing.”
“Is that a good thing?” she asks. Her brown eyes stay steady on you even as her hands keep moving through the soil.
“He’s not hurting me anymore.” The words come out quieter than you mean them to, almost swallowed by the hum of the ventilation overhead. It sounds pathetic even to your own ears, that it took half-killing your husband to earn the most basic of reprieve. “So… at least there’s that.”
She stays silent for a long moment, the only sound the soft pat of soil being pressed down. Then she shifts closer, abandoning her row entirely. “Are you still planning to divorce him?”
She keeps her voice low, almost conspiratorial, glancing once toward the glass walls as though expecting someone to be listening. You both know the Zenin family well enough to suspect eyes everywhere, even here.
“Yeah.” You keep your eyes on the row of flags, adjusting one that has tilted slightly. “I just need to stay until he’s fit to take over the company again. Then I’ll file the papers.”
You wanted to walk out the moment his eyes opened , the second you knew you hadn’t killed him. But Emiko had begged. The woman you had only ever seen composed, unruffled, always perfect in her Zenin armour, let her face crumple right there in the family room, shoulders trembling as she asked you to help her son. And you, foolish, guilt-ridden, and still wired to obey, had agreed.
“What if he remembers?”
Your hands still completely. A faint tremor starts in your fingertips, spreading up your arms until the seedling you hold trembles between them. Your eyes remain fixed on the soil, unblinking, the dark earth blurring at the edges.
“Then…” The word comes out hoarse. You swallow once. “Then I’ll run.”
Utahime doesn’t answer right away. She reaches over slowly, covering your dirt-streaked hand with her gloved one. You feel the tremor travel into her palm but she doesn’t pull away.
“Don’t stay there if it gets bad again, okay” she says quietly. “Promise me that.”
You nod just once, small and mechanical, because promising anything feels like tempting fate too much.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, Naoya’s name glows when you finally pull it out.
He has never texted you before, not once in four years.
The message stares up at you. ‘Please come home soon. I don’t feel right without you here.’
You wipe your palms along the thighs of your work pants, staring at the words until they blur.
The weight on your chest pressed in again, sharper this time, pressing against ribs that remember every bruise.
You didn’t want to go back there yet, the house still feels like a trap waiting to spring, every silence heavy with the possibility that the softness in him might crack open and reveal the man who once terrorised your every waking moment.
You open the reply field, thumb hovering, trying to find words gentle enough to keep him calm without promising you’ll be there soon.
The phone vibrates against your palm before you can type a single letter. Ranta Zenin’s name flashes across the screen.
You’ve seen him only a handful of times, at family gatherings, stood on the edges, quiet and watchful while Naoya filled the room with sharp laughter and sharper commands.
Ranta was gentle where Naoya was rough, soft-spoken where Naoya barked, the kind of man who apologised when he even brushed past someone in a hallway. He didn’t seem to fit in that family, yet he did all the same.
Emiko had assigned him to watch over Naoya after the accident, terrified the rest of the Zenin clan would sniff out the truth and turn the heir into a liability. He never looked at you with pity or judgment, only with the careful neutrality of someone who understood the cost of loyalty in that family.
You answer on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Naoya’s locked himself in the bedroom and won’t respond.” Ranta’s voice comes fast, clipped with worry he doesn’t bother to hide. “I’m worried something’s happened.”
Your stomach drops. “He just texted me. What’s going on?”
You stand, wiping your hands again on the bib of your overalls again, phone clamped between ear and shoulder as you move toward the break room. Utahime rises behind you without a word, falling into step, close enough that you feel her presence like a guiding hand at your back.
“He started getting upset” Ranta says, the soft sound of footsteps in the background. “Kept asking where you were, why you’d gone. I tried to explain you were at work, but he got more agitated. Started… smacking at his head, like it hurt or something. Then he ran upstairs and locked himself inside. He’s not answering me anymore.”
You reach the break-room door, hand resting against the wood panel, forehead slumping forward until it touches the cool surface, soothing your raging thoughts for just a moment. The smell of old coffee and cleaning solution drifts out when you lean against it.
“Okay. I’m coming home.” You glance back at Utahime, who mouths ‘I’ll cover you’ with a gentle nod. You nod in return and step inside. “Try to tell him that. Hopefully it’ll calm him down.”
“Okay, Mrs. Zenin.” The line goes dead.
The title hits you like a slap.
Mrs. Zenin.
You stand frozen for a second, staring at the blank screen, the name echoing in your head as though you’d forgotten it belonged to you at all. Four years of marriage and somehow the sound of it still startles you, like waking up inside someone else’s life.
You change quickly, peeling off the dirt-streaked overalls and shoving them into your locker with more force than necessary. The metal door clangs shut. Your thoughts scatter.
What will you find when you get home? Has he remembered? Will he look the way he had once looked? Cold, robotic? As though your pain was the only thing that ever entertained him.
You sling your bag over your shoulder and step out into the late-afternoon light. The greenhouse glass catches the sun behind you, throwing long reflections across the gravel path. Utahime watches from the doorway, arms folded, expression unreadable.
You start walking toward the parking lot, phone still clutched in your hand.
…
You call his name the moment the lock whirs into place behind you, voice carrying through the foyer before you’ve even kicked the door shut. “Naoya.”
You toe off your shoes, letting them tumble haphazardly against the baseboard, something you would never have dared to do when he was the man who once expected every surface to gleam like a showroom floor, who would summon the maid to redo your work if a single speck of dust lingered or a cushion sat slightly askew.
The habit of perfection had been drilled into the house itself, but now, the scattered shoes feel like a small, reckless rebellion, and the sight of them there, crooked and ordinary, makes your stomach twist.
“Naoya” you call again, forcing your tone louder, brighter, careful not to let worry or irritation bleed through. You know how fragile he is now, how a single sharp note can send him spiralling, and the last thing you want is to make this worse.
Ranta appears at the top of the stairs, silhouette framed against the hallway light, hands loose at his sides. “He’s still locked in your room” he says, voice low and even.
Your heart stumbles. “My room?”
He nods once, stepping aside as you climb toward him. “He wouldn’t go into his own. Kept saying he needed to wait where... you’d come back to?”
You reach the landing and turn toward your room without another word. Ranta falls in step behind you, footsteps soft on the runner, close enough that you feel his presence but not so close he crowds.
The hallway smells faintly of the cedar polish the maids still use, a scent that once meant inspection and judgment, now it only reminds you how little has truly changed in the house itself.
You knock gently at first, pressing your ear to the cool wood. Nothing. No rustle, no breathing, no sound at all. Your heart drops into your stomach.
For all you know he’s collapsed in there, the brain injury flaring again, leaving him limp on the carpet, incapacitated, the fragile new version of him slipping away as quickly as it arrived. You knock harder, knuckles stinging. “Naoya, please. You’re really scaring me, please.”
Your voice trembles on the last word. Ranta watches from a step back, expression unreadable, like you’re some specimen under glass. “Naoya… ple—”
The lock clicks.
The sound breaks through the quiet like a shot. The door doesn’t swing open, but the invitation is unmistakable. You glance at Ranta, he gives a single, cursory, nod, that same careful neutrality still in place. You push the door inward slowly, the hinges whispering.
He stands just inside the threshold, head lowered, shoulders curved inward until he looks smaller than you’ve ever seen him. Not the broad, commanding frame that once filled doorways, but something diminished, almost fragile. When you step across the carpet and ease the door shut behind you, shutting Ranta out, his head finally lifts.
“I’m sorry” he says. The words soft, barely above a whisper, trembling just so.
“Naoya.” You breathe his name, stepping closer. Tears streak his cheeks, fresh tracks over older ones, his eyes are red-rimmed, swollen, the pale brown irises glassy from hours of crying. “What happened?”
“I-I went to sleep for a minute…” He draws in a shaky breath that rattles in his chest. “When I woke up, I was confused. I didn’t remember where I was. The only person I could remember was you, and you weren’t here.”
His whole body shudders, knees buckling as he caves inward. You move without thinking, arms opening, catching him as he drops. He sinks against you, face pressing into your chest, tears soaking through the thin cotton of your t-shirt in warm, spreading patches.
His hands knot into the fabric at your back, fingers twisting hard enough to pull the material taut.
“I’m sorry” you whisper, rocking him gently, one hand cradling the back of his head while the other strokes down his spine. Even though this is Naoya, the same man who turned four years of your life into a dance of misery and pain, you can’t stand to see him cry like this.
Because this isn’t him. This is not the man that was shaped by whatever brutal regime the Zenin family thought necessary to forge an heir. Not the one who fed on your fear, who thought nothing of your tears except how well they suited him.
This is someone else entirely, a confused, frightened stranger who has done nothing to you, whose pain matters more to you than you’d ever expect it to.
“I’m here” you murmur again, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. “I’m sorry. I’m here.”
You card your fingers through his hair, slow and careful, trying anything to ease the tremors running through him. His arms never loosen. They tighten instead, pulling you closer until you feel the frantic thud of his heart against your ribs.
Sorry it's a little shorter that the previous chapters 😬.
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SYPNOSIS. you share your life with three magnetic men. what started as a convenient roommate setup spirals into a night of unbridled passion after a wild club outing, where boundaries dissolve and desires take over in a whirlwind of shared ecstasy.
PAIRING. ryomen sukuna x reader. gojo satoru x reader. toji fushiguro x reader.
WC. 4.1k
CONTENT. MDNI. foursome. rough and intense penetration. multiple partners. oral sex (giving and receiving). face-fucking and throat penetration. massive creampies and way too much cum everywhere. like seriously excessive amounts of cum. squirting. overstimulation. degradation mixed with heavy praise kink. spit play. cum play and cum-swapping. spanking. hair-pulling. light choking. clit slapping UGH. bruising and visible marking. PURE SEX MAN. aftercare and soft tender moments afterward. fully consensual in the story but extremely raw, boundary-pushing, and humanly overwhelming in how desperate and needy it gets.
A/N. flow state dude. toji and sukuna art by actually_valerie_art and gojo art by thatsallitchief on ig!
in the glittering chaos of tokyo's nightlife, your penthouse stood as a sanctuary for you and the three men who had woven themselves into your daily existence. you can't even recall how you got tangled with them.
gojo satoru, the white-haired tech genius. toji fushiguro, the scarred ex-mercenary turned personal bodyguard. and ryomen sukuna, the inked-up king of the underground scene.
it began innocently enough—shared spaces, late-night conversations over drinks but the undercurrent of attraction had been building for months. tonight, after hours at sukuna's exclusive club, it finally erupted. back home, the air hummed with electric tension, thick with the promise of everything breaking open in the best way.
you didn't even close the door fully before toji had you backed against it, his large frame caging you in, breath ragged from watching you dance with the others all night.
"you've been drivin' me crazy," he muttered. his calloused hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was, pressing insistently against your thigh.
gojo lounged on the nearby couch, shedding his jacket with a lazy grin, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "don't be greedy, toji. we all saw her grinding on sukuna earlier."
sukuna stripped off his shirt, revealing the black tattoos swirling over his toned body, and chuckled darkly. "jealous? good. makes it more fun."
toji didn't wait for permission. he crashed his lips onto yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, devouring you like a man starved. his fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the angle, while his other hand slid under your dress, hiking it up to expose the lace of your panties. you gasped into his mouth, clutching his broad shoulders, nails digging in as heat pooled low in your belly.
"fuck, toji," you breathed when he pulled back slightly, only to trail biting kisses down your neck.
sukuna stepped up behind you, his hands joining toji's on your body. one slipped between your thighs. "already soaked? we've barely started, princess." his voice was a sinful purr as his fingers pressed against your clit in slow, teasing circles, making your hips buck involuntarily.
gojo rose then, sauntering over with that signature swagger. he unzipped your dress deftly, letting it pool at your feet in a silken puddle. "let's get you comfortable," he whispered, lips brushing your ear as he unclasped your bra. your breasts spilled free into the cool air; his hands covered them immediately, thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples, pinching just hard enough to pull a whimper from you.
the three of them surrounded you now—a living cage of heat, muscle, and barely restrained hunger.
toji’s mouth stayed latched to the side of your throat, sucking hard enough to bloom a fresh bruise. sukuna’s fingers never stopped their cruel torment between your legs. gojo pressed his chest to your back, letting you feel his hard length grinding lazily against the cleft of your ass while he toyed with your breasts like they were his personal playthings.
“look at these,” gojo murmured against the shell of your ear, voice dripping with awe and mockery. he rolled both nipples between his fingers, tugging them outward until the sting made you arch and whine. “so pretty when they’re all hard and begging. bet they’d look even better with my teeth on them.”
before you could answer, sukuna hooked two fingers into the crotch of your panties and yanked them aside, exposing you completely. cool air hit your dripping core and you shivered—only for toji to drop to one knee in front of you. his big hands spread your thighs wider, holding you open. he buried his face between your legs and devoured.
“haaahh… w–wait a min–”
his tongue dragged flat and broad up your entire slit in one long, filthy stroke, collecting every drop. then he focused—sucking your clit between his lips with bruising suction, the tip of his tongue flicking side to side in rapid, merciless lashes. you cried out, hips jerking forward, only for sukuna to clamp an arm around your waist and pin you in place.
“stay still,” sukuna ordered. “let him eat. you don’t get to run from it.”
gojo laughed softly against your neck. “she’s shaking already. poor thing’s gonna come on his tongue in under a minute if we keep this up.”
he wasn’t wrong.
toji growled against your pussy when your walls fluttered, the vibration ripping another broken moan from your throat. gojo’s fingers never left your nipples, twisting and pulling in time with every hard suck until the dual sensation short-circuited your brain.
your first orgasm hit like a freight train. legs buckling, you would have collapsed if not for sukuna’s iron grip and toji’s bruising hold on your thighs. the climax tore through you in violent, shuddering waves—your whole body locking up as you came against toji’s unrelenting mouth. he drank every pulse, tongue flattening to lap up the flood like he refused to waste a drop, growling low the entire time.
only then did toji pull back. dark eyes locked on yours as he rose slowly. he wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm.
“fuckin’ delicious,” he rasped. “could eat you all night.”
“fushiguro, don’t be greedy,” sukuna growled. he spun you roughly, slamming your front against the wall so hard the framed art rattled. his cock was already out, thick and veined. he lined up and rammed in without warning, bottoming out in one brutal stroke that knocked the air from your lungs.
“kuna! w–warning please!”
the stretch burned. your walls clamped down hard around the sudden invasion. he didn’t let you adjust—pulled back almost to the tip and slammed home again, hips snapping with enough force your tits bounced against the cold wall. every thrust punched deep, the fat head bullying that spot inside until your knees shook and your nails scraped uselessly at the paint.
“what for?” he growled against your ear, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back. “don’t need it when yer cunt is this ready.”
wet slaps filled your entryway. his balls smacking your clit with every punishing drive, your own juices dripping down your thighs in messy strings. he fucked you like he hated you and needed you at the same time, ruthless, giving you no second to breathe.
toji stepped up on your left, thick fingers forcing your jaw open. “look at me while he ruins you,” he rasped. he spat straight into your open mouth, watching it land on your tongue before shoving two fingers in deep, making you gag around them while sukuna kept pounding.
gojo was already on your right, pants shoved down, long cock in hand. he stroked himself slowly while he watched. sukuna’s rhythm turned erratic—short, mean thrusts that ground his pelvis against your ass until you were whimpering around toji’s fingers. sukuna’s hand left your hip to slap your clit once, sharp and stinging—then again, and again—until the pain twisted into heat and you came hard, came so hard that sukuna cursed and buried himself even deeper, flooding you with hot, thick spurts that leaked out the second he started pulling back.
before you could whimper at the emptiness, gojo was there, spinning you around and shoving you to your knees so fast your palms slapped the floor.
“open that mouth,” gojo said, voice tight with need. he fisted your hair, yanked your head back, and fed his cock past your lips in one smooth glide. he hit the back of your throat immediately, making your eyes water. he didn’t stop—rocked his hips forward until your nose pressed against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your face.
toji dropped to one knee behind you, spreading your ass cheeks wide. he spat on your already dripping hole, watching it mix with sukuna’s cum before shoving three thick fingers inside without warning.
your pussy was still fluttering from the last orgasm, now getting finger-fucked roughly while gojo used your throat like a toy.
“look at this sloppy cunt,” toji muttered, curling his fingers hard against your g-spot until you choked out a muffled scream around gojo’s dick. “still leakin’ sukuna’s load and beggin’ for more.”
gojo groaned, hips snapping faster. “f-fuck… gonna paint her face. hold her steady.”
toji’s free hand wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to feel gojo’s cock bulging it every time he bottomed out. tears streamed down your cheeks, drool poured from the corners of your mouth.
sukuna stepped closer again, cock already hardening despite just coming. he fisted your hair next to gojo’s hand, forcing your head back further. “swallow around him,” he ordered. “milk him dry.”
you did. your throat working convulsively enough to make gojo break quickly. he yanked out at the last second, hand flying over his shaft as he came in thick, messy ropes across your face.
first stripe on your cheek and lips, second on your closed eyelids, third dripping hot down your chin to splatter on your tits. he kept stroking, milking out every last drop until your face was a wrecked, glistening mess.
sukuna hauled you up by the hair before you could collapse, dragging you toward the couch. he threw you face-down over the armrest, ass up, legs kicked wide. toji was already behind you, thick cock in hand, rubbing the head through the mess of cum and slick before slamming in with one vicious thrust.
“wha…already?”
“yes my angel, need my turn,” he snarled, setting a pace that made the couch creak. he fucked you like he was trying to break you—balls slapping wetly against your clit.
you couldn't complain. not when you're body craves for this attention.
gojo knelt in front of your face, smearing the last of his cum across your swollen lips. “sweetie, before you forget to clean me up,” he muttered, pushing back into your mouth while toji railed you from behind.
you tried to focus, tried to swirl your tongue around gojo’s softening length the way he liked, but toji’s brutal rhythm made it impossible to do anything but drool and moan around him. every punishing thrust shoved you forward, forcing more of gojo’s cock deeper until your lips were stretched wide and your throat kept fluttering uselessly.
toji’s big hands gripped your hips so hard you knew you’d have perfect finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. he wasn’t just fucking you—he was claiming you, marking every inch inside with the thick drag of his cock. the scarred mercenary didn’t talk much during sex, but the sounds he made were filthy enough.
“fuckin’ hell,” he grunted, one hand sliding up your spine to press between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest down harder against the armrest. the new angle let him hit even deeper, the fat head bullying that spot until your vision whited out. “this greedy little pussy doesn’t know when to quit, does it? still flutterin’ after two loads.”
gojo pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his tip. he crouched down so his face was level with yours, gripping your jaw to make you look at him.
“you’re so pretty when you’re getting ruined,” he murmured, thumb swiping through the drying mess on your cheek before pushing it between your lips. “you’re the perfect girl.”
you obeyed automatically, tongue curling around his thumb while toji kept pounding into you from behind.
sukuna watched from the side, lazily stroking his cock back to full hardness, the dark ink on his chest and arms shifting with every slow pump. he was sure enjoying the show—better than any porn he’d ever jerked off to.
“gonna fill this cunt up,” toji rasped against your ear, voice wrecked. “gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days. you want that?”
you could only whimper, nodding frantically around gojo’s thumb.
“say it,” toji growled, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick inch sliding in and out. “tell me you want my cum.”
“please—” your voice cracked, hoarse “—please, toji, f-fill me—toru, i want him to fill me—”
that was all he needed.
his hips stuttered, rhythm turning sloppy and desperate. one last brutal thrust buried him to the hilt, and then he was coming—so much it immediately started leaking out around his shaft despite how tightly your walls gripped him. he kept grinding through it, forcing every drop as deep as possible while you shook and sobbed beneath him.
when he finally pulled out, a stream of cum followed, dripping obscenely down your thighs to join sukuna’s and your own slick on the floor. you felt hollowed out, aching, and still somehow desperate for more.
toji stepped back, breathing hard, cock still glistening and heavy between his legs. he gave your ass a possessive smack that made you yelp.
gojo was already moving.
he hauled you up off the armrest like you weighed nothing, spinning you until your back hit the couch cushions. he climbed over you immediately, knees bracketing your hips, that long cock slapping wetly against your swollen folds.
“been waiting,” he said, voice deceptively light even as his eyes burned. he hooked your legs over his elbows, folding you in half until your knees nearly touched your shoulders. the position left you completely exposed, every messy inch of your used cunt on display.
he didn’t push in right away—unlike the other two.
instead he dragged the head of his cock through the creamy mess toji and sukuna had left behind, coating himself, smearing it over your clit until you were twitching and whining.
“look at this,” he murmured, almost to himself. “three loads in you already and you’re still dripping for more. greedy fucking slut.”
then he sank in—slow at first, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open again on top of everything else.
you keened at the pressure, walls fluttering around gojo’s length like they were trying to pull him even deeper. he stayed still for a long second, letting you feel the full, throbbing heat of him, the way your overworked pussy gripped him like it never wanted to let go.
after a minute he started moving. slow rolls at first, deep grinds that stirred everything inside you, dragging his cock against every sensitive ridge until your toes curled. his hands pinned your thighs wide, keeping you folded and helpless beneath him while he watched your face with that maddening half-smile.
“feel that?” he whispered. “feel how full you are? sukuna’s load, toji’s load, and now me stretching you open again. you’re just a little cum-dump tonight, aren’t you?”
you couldn’t answer—could only whimper and nod, nails digging into his forearms as he picked up speed.
"y-yes… want it all—"
"hey." sukuna cuts you off as he climbed onto the couch beside you. he fisted his thick cock again, then slapped it heavily against your cheek, leaving a sticky smear.
“open,” he ordered, voice low and dangerous. “don’t make me wait. you haven’t paid attention to me.”
"oh." your lips parted on instinct. “’m sorry, ryo.”
he didn’t wait—pushed the fat head past them, resting on your tongue while gojo kept fucking you.
"show me yer sorry then." sukuna’s taste smeared across your tastebuds, salty and bitter, mixing with the remnants of gojo’s earlier release still drying on your skin.
toji knelt at the side of the couch, one big hand wrapping around your throat while the other slid down to where gojo was splitting you open. his rough fingers found your clit and started rubbing tight, mean circles that made your whole body jerk.
“gonna make her squirt this time,” toji rasped, eyes locked on where gojo’s cock disappeared inside you over and over. “wanna see this sloppy hole burst all over him. that'll be a sight man."
gojo laughed breathlessly, hips snapping harder. “do it. ruin the couch. ruin her.”
the combined assault was too much—gojo’s cock hammering that spot relentlessly, toji’s fingers grinding your clit without mercy, sukuna lazily fucking shallow thrusts into your mouth while his free hand twisted one of your nipples hard enough to sting.
your body locked up.
too many mouths, too many hands, too much cock.
it built fast and brutal, a pressure so intense it almost hurt. you tried to warn them, tried to beg around sukuna’s cock, but all that came out was a garbled, desperate whine.
then it broke.
you came so hard your vision blacked out for a second. your walls clamped down on gojo like a fist, and then you were spilling—hot, clear fluid squirting out around his cock with every thrust, soaking his abs, his thighs, the cushions beneath you. the wet rush was loud, filthy, unstoppable. your whole body convulsed, thighs shaking violently in gojo’s grip as you sobbed around sukuna’s length.
“fuck—there it is,” gojo groaned, pace turning erratic. “fuckin’ soak me.”
he didn’t last long after that. a few more brutal snaps and he buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he added another thick load to the mess inside you.
sukuna pulled out of your mouth right as gojo started to come down, stroking himself fast over your face. he came with a low curse, painting fresh stripes across your tongue and lips, some dripping down to join the drying mess already there.
when gojo finally eased out, thick, creamy rivulets of all of them leaked from your abused hole. you lay there panting, legs still trembling, body slick and marked everywhere.
toji leaned down, dragging two fingers through the mess between your thighs before bringing them to your lips.
“clean up,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “taste what we did to you.”
you sucked weakly, tongue curling around his fingers as the taste of everything filled your mouth.
you finally calmed down, assuming it was over.
then sukuna shifted, sliding off the couch only to pull you down with him onto the thick rug in front of it. he sat with his back against the base of the couch and hauled you into his lap, facing away so your back pressed to his chest. his still-hard cock nudged at your entrance again, slick and insistent.
before you could catch your breath he sank in…slow this time, inch by thick inch—until he was seated fully inside you once more.
your next orgasm didn’t build. it detonated.
you screamed loud. body convulsing so hard sukuna had to tighten his hold to keep you from bucking off him. he fucked you through it without mercy, chasing his own release until he buried himself deep and came with a low, animal snarl, adding another hot flood to the mess inside you.
when it was over you were limp, trembling, covered in sweat and cum and bruises that would bloom dark and beautiful by morning.
sukuna stayed seated inside you for long moments, arms locked around your waist, lips brushing your temple in something almost tender.
“breathe,” he murmured.
gojo pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your tear-streaked cheek.
toji simply draped one massive hand over your thigh, thumb stroking idle circles against the sensitive skin.
“you did so fucking good,” gojo whispered, voice wrecked with awe.
sukuna finally eased out of you with a slow, you whimper at the sudden emptiness. he shifted you gently…surprisingly gentle for him. now you were cradled sideways in his lap on the rug, head tucked under his chin, one tattooed arm banded securely around your ribs like he still wasn’t ready to let go completely.
for a few long minutes no one spoke.
just the sound of four sets of lungs catching up, the faint city drone filtering through the glass, your own heartbeat thundering in your ears. your body felt liquid, heavy, deliciously used. every muscle ached in the best way.
your skin was painted with fingerprints, bite marks, streaks of drying cum. the slow drip between your legs only made you feel more claimed, more theirs.
gojo was the first to move.
he stretched languidly beside you, then leaned over to brush sweat-damp strands of hair from your face. his touch was feather-light now, reverent.
“hey,” he murmured, voice soft, “still with us, baby?”
you managed a tiny nod, lashes fluttering. words felt too far away.
toji grunted, pushing to his feet with a wince. he looked down at the three of you.
sukuna still holding you, gojo stroking your cheek.
“gonna go shower,” he rasped. “you’re a fuckin’ mess, doll. i’ll bring a towel.”
he padded barefoot toward the master bathroom. the sound of the shower kicking on a minute later was distant white noise, steady and soothing.
sukuna’s chest rumbled against your back as he let out a low sigh. his fingers traced idle patterns along your hip.
“got a fight in a couple hours,” he said quietly, almost reluctant. “big match. can’t miss it.”
you felt a small pang. irrational after everything—but the thought of him leaving even for a few hours made your chest tighten. he must have felt the shift because he pressed his lips to your temple again.
“i’ll be back before dawn,” he promised. “gonna win quick. then i’m coming straight here to collect my prize.”
he kissed the shell of your ear, then carefully transferred you into gojo’s waiting arms. sukuna stood, stretching so every inked muscle flexed under the low lights. he looked like sin personified.
“don’t let satoru talk you into round four before i get back.”
"fuck you." gojo says flipping him off only for the older guy to laugh at him.
then he was gone—grabbing his discarded shirt, tugging it on as he headed for the door. the soft click behind him felt strangely final, but you were too tired to worry.
gojo gathered you fully against his chest and stood with surprising ease, carrying you toward the bedroom like you were made of glass.
“c’mon, princess,” he murmured into your hair. “let’s get you cleaned up a little. you’ve earned the soft treatment now.”
the bedroom was dim, lit only by city glow through half-closed blinds. gojo laid you in the center of the enormous bed and disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth and soothing lotion.
he knelt beside you. the cloth was heaven against your overheated skin. he wiped your face first—chin, lips, cheeks—then down your throat, between your breasts, careful around every bruise and bite mark. when he reached between your thighs he paused, eyes flicking to yours.
“too much?” he asked softly.
you shook your head, even though you were so sensitive it almost hurt.
he cleaned you with infinite patience, murmuring little praises—“so pretty even like this,” “took us so well,” “my brave girl”—until you were mostly free of the sticky evidence. then he warmed the lotion between his palms and smoothed it over the worst of the marks.
his touch felt like he was worshipping you. well it's no surprise because satoru has always been the sweetest out of the three.
when he was done he crawled onto the bed, pulling the comforter over both of you and tugging you into the cradle of his body,
your back to his chest, his arm draped possessively over your waist, chin tucked over your shoulder. he was still half-dressed. his pants unbuttoned, shirt hanging open but the warmth of him was perfect.
“you okay?” he asked for what felt like the sixth time tonight.
you nodded, reaching back to thread your fingers through his white hair.
“more than okay, thank you toru.”
he smiled against your skin that you could feel the curve of it.
“good. because i’m not letting you out of this bed until you’ve slept at least eight hours. doctor’s orders.”
you huffed a tiny laugh, already feeling exhaustion drag at your limbs.
“you’re not a doctor.”
“i’m your doctor tonight,” he countered, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “and my prescription is cuddles, water, maybe some painkillers in the morning, and absolutely no more cock until you can walk without wobbling.”
another soft laugh bubbled out of you, sleepy and content.
the shower shut off down the hall. a minute later toji appeared in the doorway—towel slung low around his hips, hair dripping, looking unfairly good even bone-tired. he took one look at you curled in gojo’s arms and something soft flickered across his face.
“she good?” he asked quietly.
gojo nodded. “floating. probably gonna pass out in the next thirty seconds.”
toji grunted in approval, then crossed to the bed and dropped down on your other side, stretching out so you were sandwiched between them. his hand found yours under the covers, rough fingers lacing with yours in a grip that felt like an anchor.
“sleep, doll,” he muttered.
you did.
the last thing you registered before darkness claimed you was gojo’s lips brushing your shoulder in a feather-light kiss, toji’s steady heartbeat against your palm, and the distant promise of sukuna coming home soon.
I haven't even read this yet... but after reading that description, I needed to repost because I didn't want it lost anywhere else but in my feed to find later... 😭 damn...
