âsukunaaaa.â you called your sweet boyfriend for the fourth time. âwhy aren't you holding my hands?â
â'cause i'm driving, sweetheart.â he responded, voice soft.
âcould you try driving with one hand, pretty please?â you tried to put on your best puppy dog eyes.
sukuna let out a small sigh.
âwish i could hold your hand forever, but right now i can't do that.â
âoh, so you think i'm that ugly that you don't want people see you holding my hand? is that so, kuna ?â
he laughed. you had a way of twisting his words that never failed to amaze him. then again, he really shouldn't have been surprised. you're always doing that.
âyou're so pretty, i think i could die 'cause of that.â
later on, you two were at the mall. while still in the car, your boyfriend had made it very clear that y'all were only going to grab important things for the house. of course, you weren't going to listen to him.
âcan you buy me this?â you asked holding a cute, brown bag.
âdon't you have like a million bags already?â
âdidn't ask you that.â
âit'll be the last bag you're buying this week." he said, placing it in the cart.
you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before wandering off in search of something else âsomething you absolutely didn't need, but fully intended to convince him to buy anyway.
you left there with a cart full of things that your boyfriend couldn't say no to.
a couple of hours later, you could hear him talking to his friends from the other room. they were in the middle of a game, yelling at each other and throwing insults around. naturally, there was no way you were going to pass up the chance to mess with him a little.
you didn't even ask if you could go inside, going straight to sit on your boyfriend's lap, surprising him.
âbabe, i'm kind of busy right now.â
âryo, i miss you, can't you say bye to your friends and give me attention ?â you asked, whispering.
you only called him like that when you wanted to fuck, and you knew he was aware of that: his erection only confirmed it even more.
he was so excited he couldn't even bother to say goodbye to his friends, and immediately hang up.
âyou have my full attention now.â
âactually, i'm hungry, could you please cook me something?â
âsweetheart, i thought youââ
âare you trying to say you don't want to?â
sukuna sighed. âsorry baby, i'll start cooking right away.â
you couldn't help but frown as he headed for the kitchen. it almost seemed impossible for him to look at you with an upset face, and you were absolutely right.
how could sukuna be angry at his beautiful girlfriend?
author's note: hope u liked it! i kinda feel like this is mischaracterization final boss but who cares. thank you for reading!!
ââŕ¨ŕ§â Ě. dadkuna and you helping your little girl get rid of her loose baby tooth Ě.âŕ¨ŕ§ââ
"count to three."
"b-but it's gonna huuurt," your daughter's voice trembled as she was on the verge of tears. a string was tied around her loose tooth with the other end fixed to a doorknob; all your husband's idea, of course. you tried to hold your laughter as you stroked her hair soothingly, standing behind her.
"daddy's gonna be so quick, sweetheart," you reassured. "you won't even feel a thing." you glanced up at sukuna with a suppressed grin. "right?"
sukuna raised an eyebrow at her in a mock stern expression, though you knew he found the situation just as amusing. "you don't trust your father, kid?"
frantically shaking her head, pigtails bobbing, your daughter looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "i do, but i'm really scared."
"just count to three," sukuna repeated calmly, his hand already on the knob. "it'll be over before you know it."
your daughter turned to you and your heart ached at her innocent, earnest face. you kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "you can close your eyes if you don't wanna look. i'm right here."
with a deep, shaky breath, the girl squeezed her eyes shut, gripped your fingers tightly and started to count very slowly.
"one... two-"
a loud slam of the door interrupted her. your daughter's eyes opened abruptly as she stared dumbly at the floor. right there, still attached to the string and hanging from the handle, was her fallen canine.
"baby, you did it!" your arms came around your daughter in a warm hug. pride filled your chest as you showered her with praise. the shock seemed to gradually wear off as she grinned back with an adorable, slightly bloody, tooth-missing smile.
"it actually came out! that was so fast, dad!" she pulled away from you to hug sukuna's thighs. "i didn't feel anything!"
huffing in amusement, sukuna picked the girl up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, making her dangle upside down by his legs as she shrieked with joy. "that's why you gotta listen to your father, kid," sukuna walked towards you, eyes half-lidded. "your daddy's always right. just ask your mom."
"put her down, kuna," you scolded even as you couldn't keep the laughter from your voice. instead of replying, he kissed you, firm, still holding your daughter securely. you melted into it despite yourself, tugging him closer by his beater.
"eww, is dad being gross again, i can feel it," your daughter complained behind him. "let me go, i don't wanna see!"
"too damn bad," he gruffly spoke against your lips after you parted, smirking. "it's my house, i can be as gross as i like."
gagging exaggeratedly, your daughter managed to land on all fours as she pulled away from sukuna's grip. she grabbed her tooth and rushed to her room, shutting the door. you huffed and shook your head, fond, letting sukuna wrap his arms around you properly.
"brat. she learns it from you," he muttered, planting kisses on your neck. you scoffed indignantly, though it came out breathless and smiling.
"you love it," your head tilted, arching towards him, giving more room. he snorted quietly against your shoulder.
"i do. god help me, i do."
a/n: it was actually originally supposed to be a son, but i js couldn't imagine sukuna as anything but a girldad idkkk it just speaks to me â đ Ě.
a note from angel: im sorry i need to stop making new series this is an addiction of mine that i can't stop, pls sukuna leave me alone, i feel like im making a multiverse of sukunas.
synopsis: trying a new coffee shop didn't end up going your way when a mean barista takes your order. the problem? he's rude as fuck but he's the best at making your drinks. when you end up giving him a taste of his own medicine, you end up in a deal where this grumpy barista finds himself in the habit of making your morning coffee. everyday. for the next seven days.
tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, barista!sukuna, fluff, crack
word count: 3.7k words
Coffee is part of your daily routine.
If you don't start your day with coffee then it can be ensured that the day will be a terrible day.
You're not strict about your coffee, you don't simply stick to one type of drink. You're the type to explore and try new things. From lattes, to espressos, to cappuccinos, matcha, chai tea, hojicha and a lot more. The convenience of living in a big city is that there will always be a bunch of cafes and coffee shops to try with new businesses opening all over the blocks.
You've made it your own personal mission to try as many new shops in the city, not limiting yourself to one place. You want to support as much of the local businesses as possible, staying away from the big corporate brands. You have enough dealing with business and corporate issues in your work life so the least you can do is support your local community in your personal free time.
On your scout to work you happen to come across a new coffee shop. It's slightly hidden on the block but the brand name and minimalist colours catch your eye.
'Fuga.'
You're interested immediately. Coming to a stop outside, the meaning of the shop name is printed in white on the window. 'Fuga â One of the Japanese meanings of this is 'a way of elegance or grace'. We hope to include fuga with every order that we take; there's no rush, just sit back and enjoy.'
The opening and closing times are also unusual. They're open in time for the usual morning rush hour but unlike other coffee stores, they stay open until 9pm. You can't imagine the shifts that their staff must take and how much happens behind the scenes.
Despite being hidden, it is the morning rush hour on a weekday and through the window you can clearly see that there is a queue forming. Underrated coffee shops get discovered pretty quickly these days thanks to social media and it's not long until they'll be announcing a sister location somewhere else in the city.
Stepping inside, a bell chimes overhead but it's drowned out due to the hustle and bustle inside the shop. The scent of crushed coffee beans hits you immediately and the sound of lofi music playing in the background is just about heard over the level of conversations in the store.
Joining the queue, your eyes scan the cafe. It's pretty spacey compared to the other units that most coffee shops rent out. There's clearly more places to sit in the back and all of the window seats are currently taken. There's a handful of students and people in suits either sat working away on their laptops or taking a call. In the corner an old man is sitting back and enjoying a cup of his own hot coffee.
There's three people currently manning the counter and you worry whether that means service is slow but on further observation you notice they work well, weaving in and out of each other. There's a man situated at the till, tall and large you first notice. Then you see that he has pink hair and it's only when you inch closer to being served that you notice he has an array of black tattoos. They're printed on his face as well as around his wrists and you start to wonder how many baristas you've seen with face tattoos.
He seems to be the first.
Behind him seems to be a white haired figure with a plum pink stripe dyed into their hair. It's clear that whoever employs these people are very laid back with how they are presented. The figure moves quickly but also with caution pouring and making drinks before bringing them to the collection section and calling out a name.
You've been so caught up in studying the new environment of the cafe that you don't even realise that it's your turn next. You haven't had the chance to look at the menu so when you finally do, you're left with your mouth open in front of the tattooed man. And on closer observation you find that he's rather intimidating.
"Good morning." you greet.
"What do you want?" he asks in a monotone tone evident that he's been repeating this question for a while. You brush off the fact that he hasn't greeted you back and you simply hum as you stare at the menu.
It's evident that you're irritating the barista by not even knowing what you want, the bored expression on his face and his finger impatiently tapping the counter. Your eyes are scanning the menu until he finally says something that in all of your years of going to local cafes have never heard in your life.
"Can you hurry up?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said," he draws as if it's painfully inconveniencing him to repeat himself, "can you hurry up? There's a queue behind you." It's evident in his tone that he's not asking but rather ordering you to do so and for a split second there's a moment in which you forget that you are in fact the customer.
"I'm aware." you say, "I'm deciding."
"You had two minutes to decide." he retorts.
"I've never been here before, of course I'm going to take my time looking at the menu." you keep a calm tone making it clear that you don't want any misunderstandings.
"Do you want a medal? What's your order?"
Fine. You think to yourself, you're gonna give him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe it's been a long morning, maybe he wasn't supposed to be on shift today but then got called in, maybe he's just an asshole. You don't care. But what you do care about is getting your morning coffee as usual.
"Vanilla latte with oat milk please."
"We're out of oat milk." he announces keeping his tone flat with enough space to add some frustration into it as if this was your own fault.
"Really?"
He doesn't reply, keeping a blank face that silently asks 'do I look like I'm joking?'
"Uhhh, could I get an iced strawberry matcha then please?"
"We're out."
You hold back a sigh, forcing a tight lipped smile on your face. "Fine. A cappuccino. Any milk you have. Please."
The barista doesn't look up, tapping onto a screen. "Regular or large?"
"What's the difference?" you ask.
He points to the side where the size cup differences are shown and as usual the large is 50p extra.
"Regular."
"Name?"
After giving your name, he mutters something under his breath and if you were in a bad mood this morning then you would have asked him what his issue was but instead you keep quiet, silently wishing he spills lukewarm coffee all over his disgustingly attractive face. Somehow. If it was logical to spill coffee on one's face.
"Four fifty. Tap your card and stand over there." he orders without any patience.
You don't even think twice before tapping your phone and moving immediately. In your mind you continue to curse him forever whilst watching his back muscles move swiftly as he makes your drink. Him and the white haired figure switched places with him making your order and his co-worker now at the till.
You expected a long wait but it takes less than five minutes before he's yelling out your name with impatience.
And he pronounced it wrong.
Whether it was on purpose or he wasn't listening to you at all, you'll never know but you go ahead and take your order. You can't even say thank you directly before he's rushing off and completing another order. Deciding to get out as soon as possible, you grab as many sugar packets you need, a stirrer and you head on out.
"How fucking rude." you mutter to yourself, opening the lid to your cappuccino. There's no latte art and you wouldn't expect there to be given the rush. You pour your sugar in and stir until satisfied, slowly making your way to the office building.
Sure, you know baristas are sometimes not the most welcoming people given the high stress level of their jobs and you've come across some reclusive baristas before but this oneâŚhe's just plain rude. You don't usually complain about how people do their job but this one has really struck a nerve.
How was he hired in the first place? Does the manager know he speaks to customers like this? How did he even pass an interview to get hired for this place? Does he act like this with all his customers?
Those are the questions that you continue to ask yourself whilst on the way to work, you get a little distracted after taking a sip of your coffee and coming to find out that your cappuccino is actually pretty good. Usually some cafes don't do cappuccinos the right way but there's something about this cup that makes you wonder what exact type of coffee bean they use.
You make a mental note to check later in your free time and it's not long before you start to feel rejuvenated by your coffee. Despite your bad customer service, you still manage to get a good cup of coffee to support your day and it's almost enough to forget your bad interaction.
***
Almost.
That cup of coffee was good.
Good enough to make you check their company website and check their 'about us' page.
And of course it just so happens that you stumble onto their google reviews.
Fuga Coffee Shop | reviews (54)
Naturally, your laptop cursor clicks onto their reviews. They only opened two months ago so it's understandable why the reviews must be so low, they're just starting out. The reviews are automatically filtered to their top reviews, which is from just over two weeks ago.
ihatemonkeys009
The grumpy tattooed barista is a little anti-social but he makes the best lattes ever! will be coming back again! four stars.
"A little?" you say aloud to yourself, "give me a break."
The review that follows under that is also highly popular.
ghostsarerealiswear2334_67
free wifi and they open early and don't close till late?! best study place ever! (please like my review!) five stars.
kentoforwork89
A nice and newly established restaurant under the Japanese name 'Fuga', the name is fitting for its elegant service and high quality coffee. They have a wide range on the menu and serve food too. The cafe is spacious, plenty of space to study or work and if you use electronics they have power sockets dotted around. Good prices for the service and highly reliable. I will be coming here again as it is not overwhelmingly busy or loud like some other places. I highly recommend. four and a half stars.
ilovesweetssooooooooooomuchhhgojo9838
tHE tattooed barisSta maybe be cold hoever his coffees are the warmest!!!!! xoxoxoxo peefect date location (soz for typos idid this fast on my phone so i coulget fre emochi) FIVE STARTS
You let out a sigh reading the reviews, it's a little cheesy but you get the point. Reading all 54 reviews you've come to find that a lot of people find the same tattooed barista annoying but miraculously all is forgotten once you've tried a coffee from him.
There isn't one totally bad review â maybe from an AI bot who says that the location is in a whole other city but other than that it's clear that this cafe is a new and upcoming contender as one of the best spots in the city.
And that doesn't sit right in your soul.
Taking this personally as someone who runs a company, you understand that if people were talking about your employees in this manner then they would be subject to being fired. You're confused on how this man is still employed even after fifty reviews, surely the owner must be reading them.
You sit in silence for a while as you contemplate.
Should you?
Or shouldn't you?
Hesitant, your fingers hover over your keyboard, testing out a sentence.
i tried this cafe as a new customer â no, no, too cliche, you backspace your sentence entirely.
Thinking for a moment, you reflect on what you want to say. You start typing slowly before it all flows within your fingertips, a mini paragraph forming on your screen. You're writing in the heat of the moment, out of pure frustration and embarrassment. Most people would be able to forgive and forget but wellâŚunfortunately you're not most people.
anonymouscapybara45
this place is relatively new in this city and as a coffee lover i was extremely enthusiastic to try this place out. my high hopes for this cafe were quickly crushed once i was (not even greeted) but completely mistreated by the tattooed barista.
i did not like this service, no matter how good the quality of the coffee was.
i do not think a barista should be talking to customers like this. i felt severely unwelcomed and i am having second thoughts on returning to this place.
there's better and kinder staff in other cafes in the city who i will gladly give my money too.
1 out of 5 stars.
Sure, it's a littleâŚKaren but you feel petty. Highlighting all the adverbs makes you think that your english teacher from high school would be proud. There's a small feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach as it dawns on you that your review will be the first one star review the company has ever had.
But this is not a baseless review. You actually felt this way at the time. It's a little exaggerated but who cares, they don't know you and they never will because you're not stepping foot there ever again.
There's not much satisfaction in the world that you can get other than pressing post on your review.
***
An hour later you've moved on with your life. You've settled into your home, following your post-work routine and you're now sitting on your couch. Your phone lights up with a notification and your eyes land on the screen.
You get a notification from your gmail that someone has mentioned you in a reply and with your thumb clicking on the message your eyes slightly widen.
The owner has replied to your message.
And for the first time it seems because they haven't seemed to reply to all the other positive messages on the site.
You'd forgotten that this was an option for them, simply thinking that your review would just get the employee removed. Your eyes skim over the reply.
From the Owner of Fuga in reply to anonymouscapybara45
Hello valued customer,
we apologise that you have had this experience recently, it is never our intention to make our customers feel this way. Our company and brand relies majorly on the respect and communication with our customers which is always taught and trained to our employees. We apologise for the actions and behaviour of our barista and on behalf of the company we would like to invite you to have any item on our menu free of charge over the course of the week. We would like to give you a seven day voucher and invite you back to a better atmosphere of our cafe to show you truly how we treat our customers.
Please pop into our cafe at your convenience. We look forward to seeing you and we apologise again for your experience.
Kind regards,
Fuga Owner (Jin Itadori)
Your mind is baffled.
Free drinksâŚfor a week? Because of your bad review?
Not even the other low starred reviews have had this level of response from the owner. You're the first one star review they've had and they haven't even responded maliciously. You can't pass up on this good of an opportunity to have free coffee for the next week? You could be saving a ridiculous amount of money.
You re-read the review a few times to make sure that it still seems real to your eyes.
Maybe it will be the last time that you'll see that barista again.
**
You try your luck the following day. You're a bit more hopeful walking into the coffee shop the next day. It's a little less busier than the previous day and the queue is a little shorter.
But most important of them all, you don't see that tattooed jerk around.
This time serving the till is the white haired figure you saw making the drinks the last time you arrived. Behind them works another person that you haven't seen before who has their back turned making orders.
Soon enough it's your turn to go up to the till.
"Hello." They greet and almost immediately you feel comfortable that you won't be shunned for simply being a customer at this cafe.
"Good morning," you greet back with a smile before explaining your situation. "This may be a bit awkward but uhm, I was the customer who wrote a review of this cafe and uhâ the owner said I was given a voucher as some sort of compensation."
For a second you thought you were scammed or that the entire thing was a lie just to catch the poor customer who's written terrible reviews but you watch as the wave of recognition hits the barista.
Instead they nod and say, "one moment" before turning around to head to the back. You shift from one foot to the other, patiently waiting and in the meantime thinking of what you'd want to get as your first free drink.
Your smile soon drops once you see the figure that follows the person that you were speaking to at the till.
That tattooed bastard.
His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you before turning into a miserable frown, clearly he wasn't expecting you to be the customer who wrote the review but there's also something that tells you that he's not totally surprised.
The white haired barista makes their way back to you, "If you go over to Sukuna he can help you with your voucher."
Sukuna. Now you know his name. And now you know he's somehow still employed by this damn coffee shop.
You walk over with hesitation and you can't help but notice Sukuna's eyes watching you as you make your over to a quiet area.
"It was you." he says but there's no bite to his tone. It's merely a statement he's making but you don't miss the judgement in his eyes.
"I was being honest." you shrug, holding your head high. You have no regrets whatsoever, you were merely giving constructive feedback about an environment that felt hostile to you. About a certain someone who was hostile.
Sukuna leans in a little closer to you, one hand placed on the counter as he speaks to you. "Because of you and your stupid review I have to serve you free drinks for a week, which is coming out of my pay by the way."
"Maybe it'll teach you how to speak nicer to customers." you retort back.
You notice his hand turning into a tight fist, gripping the counter, clearly holding back on responding to you. With his other hand he slides over a piece of paper. "Here's your damn voucher and, no I didn't write it, so what do you want?"
You tilt your head a little at him.
Sukuna corrects himself and in a deadpan monotone he starts over. "Hello. Welcome to Fuga. What would you like today?"
A satisfied smile reaches your lips. "Much better. I would like an iced strawberry matcha with oat milk please."
"Regular or large?"
"Hmm since it's on the house, large please."
"It's not on the houseâŚ" he mutters.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmmm."
Sukuna disappears, diving into the hustle and bustle of his other colleagues making your own personal drink. As he makes your drink you look over your voucher, Sukuna's written today's date already and the expiry date is set seven days from now.
Once again, your order doesn't take him long and you spot your green and pink drink in his large hands. Approaching he hands your drink over to you which you thank before taking a sip.
On your tongue, the grassy flavour is immediately sedated by the sweetness of the strawberry at the bottom. There's the perfect amount of ice and matcha in your drink for you to enjoy and it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and praise Sukuna on how great he's made this drink.
"Not bad." you murmur, downplaying your enthusiasm. "Can I get another free drink?"
"One per day stupid."
"The voucher doesn't clarify that, it's handwritten."
"I don't care."
"Would you like me to write another poor review?"
Now this is what gets Sukuna clenching his jaw together. He takes a pause, calming himself down before speaking to you again. "No anonymouscapybara45 I wouldn't like that because you got me in a lot of shit for this."
You don't flinch when he mentions your username. Ah, so he's read the review then. You quip back, "Your boss fire you yet?"
"No," and there's a slight pout, "he's just annoying the shit out of me at the moment."
"Hmm right, if you make me an iced vanilla latte with oat milk to go I think I might just refrain from writing a bad review about you for today."
You watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration. "Just this once. For the rest of the days you get one drink only."
"And a sweet treat!" you chime in.
Sukuna pauses, mulling over your suggestion. He lets out a sigh.
"A free drink and a snack." He offers.
"Deal." You outstretch your free hand to shake on.
Sukuna looks at your hand in pure disgust like you've just offered to spit in his mouth. "Deal. Just don't make my job harder than it needs to be." he mutters.
"I don't think I can promise that." you reply and you watch in pure satisfaction as he walks away mumbling to himself.
thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed :) i won't be running a taglist for this mini series (pls it is mini) but ya comments and reblogs are appreciated!!
Love is a contact sport: Ch1: Men don't fight like that
Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x fem!reader [ongoing series]
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is a simple man, all he needs is a cigarette, an occasional drink and someone he could beat up when asked. After an accidental meeting with a boxing coach he tries to put his talent to good use - become the national boxing champion. But when the phone rings, will a coach and his daughter be enough to make him change his ways?
Word count: 5.1k
Tags: Â MDNI, 18+, VIOLENCE, eventual smut, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of fights, mentions of stalking, use of drugs, use of alcohol, slow burn, angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, death, grief, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), cocky Sukuna, smut, p in v, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, size difference.
Starting something new is never easy. You stand there frozen, fear and uncertainty eating you alive as you try to tell yourself how you are overreacting, how all of this is nothing, how you can always say âfuck thisâ and walk away. The comfort and familiarity of your old life stands there, taunting you, expecting you to come crawling back to them like a man who lost everything.Â
But he didnât crawl. Because Ryomen Sukuna never crawls.
 The old building stood in front of him - the pale yellow facade was splattered with marks from rusting, leaky ac units, graffiti adorned it like it was a canvas. If you were a passer-by the building would blend into the background of your vision and you would forget about it as soon as youâve seen it. And he was there - all six foot three of him stood there looking up at the busted sign above the door that simply said âgymâ. His bag was slung over his shoulders which gave this feeling of relaxation. His hand flew to his salmon locks, trying to remove the sticky sweat from his forehead. Taking his phone out, he quickly glanced at the clock. 6:20PM. The old man said the practice starts at 6:30PM. Sharp. He just needed to find the locker room, change and get out there. Simple. But there was something twisting in his stomach. He didnât want to be there, he really didnât want to, and he didnât know why he had accepted that old manâs offer that night. But there was no going back now. He promised.Â
The door of the gym swung open as he entered,keeping his head low, hoping that no one was there to greet him. And to his relief the room was empty. A reception desk stood in front of him, littered with all kinds of papers and leaflets. On the wall stood a simple printed poster of the membership prices and working hours. But Sukuna had something different on his mind. Finding the locker room in time. 06:22 PM. He stalled longer than he had expected and now he had to be lightning quick. He spotted a small sign saying âLOCKERSâ on the wall and he sighed with relief. He quickly went through the hall and looked at the tiny door at the end. Twisting the handle, he took a deep breath in and entered.
Finally. It hit him. The smell of rubber, blood and sweat hit his nostrils all at once as he entered, sending the stress of this whole mess straight into his fists. 06:27PM. He had three minutes. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and tried sliding them down his legs, stomping on the ends. The raw denim, however, stuck to his thighs like second skin, not wanting to let go.Â
âOh fuck me..â he spat as he bent down to take off his jeans like a normal person.Â
He quickly put on his crimson shorts and started tackling with his shirt next. This will require some patience. He grabbed the hem of his gray shirt and started lifting his arms slowly, carefully - this was the last whole shirt he had, and he knew he couldnât go to his job in his old band tees. His hands passed his waist and began reaching his ribs, so far so good. As he passed his ribs with the hem of his shirt in hand he started to feel resistance. The sweat from the heat and stress was not helping as the black compression shirt stuck to him like glue. He glanced at his phone. 06:29 PM. Fuck. He tried to wiggle out of it, but it caught on his lats and wasnât letting go.Â
âyou motherfu-â he hissed as he yanked his hands up, desperately trying to free himself.Â
*hrrkk*
the seam ripped as the shirt went over his head. There it went. His last fucking shirt. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his bag. He didnât have time to think about this right now, he would just ask Toji for some spare ones, even though this one was also Tojiâs..
He quickly got an old tank top on and changed into his old, busted up sneakers. 06:31 PM. He snatched his water bottle from the bag and got out into the gym.
The gym was illuminated with white lights that hung off the walls. In the middle of it was a large ring where two guys stood, talking. The walls of the gym were adorned with all kinds of posters and news articles of fights won. In the middle of the wall stood a large mirror overlooking the ring. The smell of iron and sweat was even stronger than in the locker room, but it was the only thing that gave Sukuna a little comfort. He squinted at the blearing lights trying to find the old man when he heard the whistle.Â
âYou.â an old raspy voice barked from the left. The man standing had a permanent frown on his face from years of shouting and scowling at his athletes. His short gray hair crowned his head as he looked at Sukuna with eyes full of agitation.Â
âLaps.â The old man said quickly.
Sukunaâs eyebrows shot up and a scowl appeared on his face and he looked at him with a dose of indignation. What the hell was he going to do laps for?Â
âI came here to box old man, not run a marathon.â He spat.
âOh? You came here to box? Alright then. Letâs see what you got.â The man spoke coldly. He passed Sukuna and started going towards the ring in the middle of the room. Sukuna never took his crimson eyes off of him, unsure of what heâll do next.Â
âSatoru!â The old man roared. Despite his old and frail frame the man had some lungs in him.
âYouâre up. This is your opponent.â he said, pointing at Sukuna, who had a smirk plastered on his face. The man who turned his head was one of the guys standing in the ring, talking. His unnaturally white hair fell over his cerulean blue eyes as he turned his head. He had a tall, lean frame but nowhere near as large as Sukunaâs.Â
Satoru looked towards his coach and let out a laugh.Â
âThis guy?â, He said, pointing at Sukuna with his chin, arms crossed as he did so, âGimme a break Yaga I wonât entertain your new toys,â Satoru scoffed, âHe doesnât even have gloves. Hell, heâs not even wrapped. Have you ever seen a ring pinkie pie?â The white-haired man shouted to Sukuna.
âI donât need gloves to fuck you up fuckwad!â Sukuna roared as he came up to the ring, ducking in between the ropes to get in. He was seething with anger. Who the fuck does this white-haired weirdo think he is, sounding all high and mighty. No, he hasnât seen a ring. You donât need a ring when you go to threaten people and beat some sense into them. A ring could be anything in Sukunaâs mind - the street, a club, a bathroom in a restaurant, hell, even a bedroom. In his world there was no need for stupid wraps or gloves, the stronger you hit, the faster it ends.
 And so he went up there, just his scarred knuckles and raw strength. He looked at the two men standing in the ring. The man next to Satoru had long black hair that was tied up in a man bun and the aura he exuded was aloof and uninterested. He would deal with him later, for now the target was the white-haired asshole. Sukuna put his fists up while searching for any openings that freak had. Left cheekbone, stomach, chin. He counted them all. Satoru put on his sparring helmet and the mouthguard. The man-bun tightened Satoruâs gloves and he turned around to face Sukuna.Â
âPut on a helmet at least, I would feel bad busting you up on your first day.â Satoru smirked. He was bouncing from one leg to the other, like a little kid in a candy store. His hands were beside his torso, swinging.Â
âIâll go easy, donât worry.. Whatâs your name again?â He asked with a slight lisp from his mouthguard.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, asshole.â Sukunaâs voice was ice cold. He just stood there with his guard up, waiting for Satoru to start the fight. He knew the catch with guys like Satoru - the fast kind, the ones you have to chase around and subsequently lose your footing while they use that to their advantage. Waiting him out was the best strategy.Â
âDonât dance around pussy, fight.â Sukuna spat and his crimson eyes darted around Satoruâs openings again.Â
âWell, Ryomen Sukuna, I will when you put on a helmet, I fight fair.â Â
âThose are for pussies, fight like a man.â Sukuna spat as he tightened his fists, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.Â
âSatoru, get on with it I donât have all day!â Yaga roared from the corner of the ring. Sukuna turned to look at the sudden noise when he felt a sudden sharp pain across his nose. The scent of blood immediately filled his nostrils as the pain bloomed across his face. The crackle of cartilage filled his ears. That was a heavy punch. His head swung back. The pain became dizzying.Â
âNever take your eyes off of your opponent, newbie. Rule number one in boxing. â The white-haired man smirked. Sukunaâs eyes immediately darted toward Satoru. He straightened up in a second as his hand went flying faster than the thought went through his mind. A punch to the abdomen, just at the diaphragm. Precise and calculated. He could hear the air being pushed out of Satoruâs lungs. A low grunt escaped Satoruâs lips as he doubled over. But Sukuna was nowhere near done. He had just started. Satoru threw another punch aimed at his left temple. He ducked.Â
âIs this guy your strongest, old man? What a fucking joke!â Sukuna asked , smirking, eyes locked on Satoru who was sweating bullets, trying to regain his breath. The pink-head had that predatory glint in his eyes. The one that would usually send shivers down a personâs back. His crimson eyes looked for a chance, an opening in Satoruâs defence, anything. He hit Satoru again. A quick jab, straight to the middle of his face. His raw knuckles burned at the punch but he paid no mind.Â
The only thing he thought about was seeing this guy on the floor. Sukunaâs tattooed torso rippled with every punch he threw. It was a relentless fury of punches heading in Satoruâs direction. Head, nose, shoulder, head again. He stumbled back into the ropes, head spinning as blood poured out of his nose like a faucet. The dark purple bruise bloomed over Satoruâs eye as he wiped his nose. It was time for a switch or he wonât endure this. There was no stopping this guy - so he started wearing him out. Satoru begun flying around the ring, desperately trying to regain his breath.Â
âYou should try and punch, asshole, not dance around me.â Sukuna laughed.Â
âYeah and you should try and move, newbie, you havenât moved an inch since we started.â Satoru smirked while jumping, droplets of sweat falling off of his hair, hitting the floor of the ring.Â
âAnd yet I still got your ass.â Sukuna sneered.Â
Satoru took a good look at Sukuna - his crimson irises, oozing hubris, fixated on Saroruâs face, nostrils flaring, his stance that was too rigid, too upright, his fists too stiff in the way he hit.
âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, do you wanna be a champion? Is that why youâre here? To prove to everyone who ever doubted you that you are worthy of the champion title?â Satoru mocked, his feet never stopping. âEveryone comes here with that in mind, you know. But they all fail. Do you know why? Because they donât have what it takes.âÂ
âAnd you do?â Sukuna cocked an eyebrow.Â
âI never said I wanted to be a champion now did I? You gotta listen better, pinkie. Tsk tsk tsk. All of you assholes come here, walking in like you own this place. But let me tell you now, Ryomen Sukuna, youâll. Never. Be. A. Champion. Get that through your thick head.âÂ
Satoruâs words echoed across the walls.Â
And at that moment Sukuna set his sights on the white-head. His feet moved in a blink, coming up to Satoru in an instant. The pair of cerulean eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of personal space when his windpipe started to close. A second was all it took for Sukuna to wrap his large hand around Satoruâs throat and start squeezing. His grip was iron, slowly squeezing the air out of Satoru whose vision began blurring. Sukunaâs eyes were frantic, their crimson color amplifying the murderous intent behind them.
 If he wanted to, he could kill Satoru right then and there.
Suddenly, a high-pitched noise broke through the silence. Yaga got up from his chair, whistle in hand and started quickly walking towards the ring.Â
âHEY! Knock it off both of you!â He spat as he got inside to separate the guys. Sukuna let go of him and Satoru fell backwards on the ropes, his friend catching him quickly.Â
âNow give me one good goddamn reason not to kick you out this second boy!â He roared, pushing his thin finger in Sukunaâs chest.Â
âAre you sick in the fucking head?â The guy with the man-bun yelled as he looked over at Sukuna while trying to lift Satoru up.Â
âHe was asking for it.â Sukuna shrugged, his voice full of venom. Satoru started coming to soon enough, his legs still a bit shaky but he managed to get up. He held onto his friend as he regained his breath.
âIm fine Suguru. He stammered, rubbing his hand around his throat, soothing the blooming pain.Â
âAlright everyone, practice is done, Sugru take Satoru to the medic, and youâ he pointed at Sukna âWeâre gonna have a serious talk.âYaga âs eyes turned into slits as he looked Sukuna up and down. His posture was relaxed, arms lazily hung next to his torso, like he just didnât almost kill a man. His tattooed chest rose and fell slowly, he was calm. Too calm.Â
Suguru took Satoruâs arm around his shoulders and started walking towards the medicâs room. He spat as he passed Sukuna, staring daggers through him.Â
âYouâre mine next time, asshole.â he hissed.
âHm, Iâll be waiting.â Sukuna scoffed. His eyes followed them, lingering on their figures before they left the gym completely. He fucked up. He knew it in his bones, yet he couldn't help but think to himself how arrogant that asshole was. He had it coming, and if Sukuna was going to be the one to fuck him up, so be it.Â
What pulled him out of his thoughts was a sharp slap across his cheek. His head swung as his eyes set on Yaga whose hand was pressed against Sukunaâs cheek. The loud crack bounced off the walls.Â
âIf you do that shit again..âhe said, voice cold as ice, âYou will be out of here for good do you understand me? It was you who said fight like a man right? Men donât fight like that Sukuna. Assholes do. Men who have zero morals do. Am I making myself clear? You have one more chance. Now you better start running, you prick.âÂ
âHow many old man?â Sukuna mumbled, nostrils flaring with anger.
âUntil you fall over.â said as he turned and headed for his office door at the far corner of the gym.
 With that the tattooed brute started running laps around the gym, his chest rising and falling with the pace he had set. His legs burned but he didnât stop. He couldnât. This was going to be one hell of a long nightâŚ
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The office door closed with a loud thud. All of a sudden, the stifling air became charged with a whirlwind of emotions. Yaga entered, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sat down with a huff. The old office chair creaked under his weight.Â
âThey called, again..â You said, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes found your father slumped in his chair utterly exhausted. Rubbing your hands against each other, you tried removing the sweat that made them feel clammy - a hard task indeed.Â
âWhat did they want now?â He sighed, putting on his glasses as he took up a notebook filled with monthly expenses for the gym. The bills piled up high - rent, electricity, water, heating, the air conditioning there was no end in sight. He flipped through the pages, a defeated look spread across his face.Â
âThey, uh, they said they want to see five thousand by the end of the month, or..â You whispered.Â
âOr what?â Yaga growled, his eyebrows fusing in an angry line.Â
âOr there will be consequences..â you mumbled looking at you father with a worried look.Â
His nostrils flared with anger as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
âFucking.. ASSHOLES!â He roared, throwing the notebook across the cramped office. The pages fluttered around as the notebook flew, hitting a lonely shelf with a loud bang. The trophies on the shelf shook violently from the force of impact, as pictures began sliding down to the floor. You silently got up and started picking them up one by one. Your dad was in one, grinning from ear to ear. He was about three decades younger but his short hair had some color in it, not the typical gray he had these days. His gloved fist rose in the air, victorious. That was the first time he had won the national championship. Yaga told you that story countless times before. How he was so tired he couldnât get up, that all he could feel was the dull ache in his fists and shoulders. How he had to put all of his focus on standing his ground. How his opponent was twice his size but it didnât matter, that he had to deliver the final blow - and he did.Â
Next one was a photo of him and your mom, grinning in front of the gym with a small key in hand. You sighed, holding the picture a little tighter in your hands. Your mom was so pretty and indescribably happy in the photo. She looked like she was on top of the world - her smile warm and genuine as she held up the key to the gym. She was the brain behind all the muscles of this place, as your father said. While your dad was out there training the future champions of boxing she stayed behind, in the chair you are now sitting in, taking care of all problems that popped up along the way. You remember her sitting at her desk, relentlessly typing on her computer as your father showed you around the gym and teaching you how to hit the boxing bag when you were only three. â, sheâs too young for that, sheâll hurt herself!â she would always say after watching the two of you play-fight.
But then she became frailer and frailer. As time went on the stress of her job caught up with her and she could not fight anymore. Her face was gaunt with prominent dark circles around her eyes - but they never lost their spark. And the coughing. The relentless coughing that would pull you from your sleep. It went on for hours and there was nothing you could do. And then one day it all stopped. You remember standing outside of your parentsâ bedroom hearing your fatherâs sobs as he begged âOne more round babe, come on, donât do this. Please..â
 Nothing was ever the same after she was gone. Your father stopped coming to the gym, his athletes found new coaches, and the bills started piling up higher and higher. You were fifteen when you decided to fill in your motherâs shoes. You started cleaning around, renovating the gym, keeping up with the relentless bank calls - and it was you who helped your father slowly come out of his shell little by little. The wounds of the loss of your mother healed, but they did leave a pretty nasty scar.Â
You got up from the floor and sat back at your desk, taking a good look at .Â
âDad.. we canât keep doing this. Its time. We must close it.â You said as you straightened up, trying to look serious.Â
âNo! We are NOT closing the gym! Your mother.. She didnât lose her life so I could close..â he choked on his words. âWe just need a champion, a winner. After that they will all know that they are making a mistake!âÂ
âDad.. come on, not this again..â Your voice rose up as you stared at him. âThe gym didnât produce a champion for the last eight years and counting. Do you honestly think that any of the guys in here are capable of being a champion? Satoru with his ego, Suguru with his aloofness, and Choso who is softer that a teddy bear, dad be realistic. We canât win!â You yelled, the words sounding harsher than you intended, but it was too late now. They were out. The feeling of the last eight years finally found its way to come out of you.
Yagaâs heart sank. He just stared at you with a devastated look written all over its face. You fucked up. Big time. But you didnât have time for a single thought, because the door of your office swung open with a loud bang and in stumbled a six foot three mountain of a man. His torso, covered in black tattoos, sprawling from his wrists, around his biceps, on his shoulders and snaking down from his neck towards his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. His face, covered in the same style of tattoos - harsh lines outlining his jaw and cheekbones, was speckled with beads of sweat rolling from his forehead and temples. The salmon pink strands were glued to his forehead, hiding his eyes. Oh his eyes. His crimson irises looked around the room as he examined both yours and Yagaâs faces. He slumped forward , trying to regain his breath when he suddenly spoke.Â
âI⌠I can get you what you need old man.â He huffed. âI can be your champion.âÂ
âHow.. how much did you hear?â Yaga asked, baffled at the state of this guy.Â
âEnough.â
âDad.. Who.. Whoâs this?â You said, eyebrows shooting up at the sudden intrusion.Â
âRyomen Sukuna, pleasure.â Sukuna rasped, quickly glancing at you and returning to look at your father.Â
âAre you alright? You want me to get you some water or?â You asked, as you stood up, worry written all over your face. Other guys never came out this sweaty after practice. This guy just stood there, staring at your father without uttering a single word.Â
âDad, what in the hell did you do out there?âÂ
âI told him to do laps. Standard.â Yaga replied, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âI get it but this seems a bit excessive, donât you-â
âUntil I fall over. So here.. Here I am. â Sukuna rasped.
âSukuna⌠Just.. just go home.â he muttered,âWeâll talk next time, and do not be a second late I mean it.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
And with that he turned around and closed the door behind him. What was up with this guy? His presence was a new level of intimidating, yet he listened to your fatherâs insane command. You glanced at who was staring at the closed door of your office.Â
âDad what are you..?âÂ
âHeâll do it.â Yaga whispered, a smirk forming on his face.
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Despite the muggy heat of the afternoon, the night was slightly chilly. Getting out of the old building Sukuna slung his bag over his shoulders, his thighs still burning from the relentless running he was subjected to. What a day. From ripping his shirt at the beginning to choking out that white-haired arrogant asshole, to then running fifty laps around the gym. Oh, yeah he had to call Toji to tell him about the shirt, and the fact he choked somebody out. Fun.Â
âFuck me..â He whispered, sliding his hand across his face. The guy had it out for himself. âDonât talk shit if you canât get hitâ Sukuna thought to himself. But If he wanted to become the champion he would have to get on that old manâs good side.
âYou? Boxing? Come on sweetie, donât make me laughâŚâÂ
Her fucking voice. Again. Echoing through his mind like a fucking parasite. He fumbled around his pockets trying to find his cigarettes, he needed something to calm down. Desperately. He found them finally, taking one between his fingers and lighting it up. The hot puff of smoke rose quickly as he dragged the smoke into his lungs. The wave of calm finally hit him, but his night was far from over. As soon as he pulled the first puff of smoke into his lungs his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out he saw the unsaved number and answered immediately.Â
âSir..â His tone was flat.Â
âHeh, there is my hand of iron, Sukuna, my boy, howâve you been?â The voice echoed over the speaker.Â
âPretty good sir, what can I help you with?â
âListen, tonight I need you to go to the Zenith tonight.â
âThe night club?â Sukuna asked, pulling another huff from his cigarette.Â
âYes, the night club, please follow my boy. There you will see a man whose picture and name Iâll send you. Heâs the representative of the âCamo Enterpriseâ who will be hosting a press conference regarding their new ski resort tomorrow. There he plans on exposing our future plans for the company, since, unfortunately, he worked for us before joining âCamo Enterpriseâ I hope you know what you need to do. â The voice said.Â
âYes sir it will be..â the line cut off. Great. Instead of sitting in his home, cracking a beer and watching a movie he would have to dress up and go beat up some random guy. What an incredible way to spend the night. He started walking up to the train station wondering if he still had that suit Toji lent him a couple of months ago, because getting in Zenith is no easy task.Â
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He pulled up in front of the club, trying to act as nonchalant as he possibly could given the reason for his visit to this place. He checked himself in the rearview mirror - the black shirt pulled taut over his chest and the burgundy jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders. He checked his watch. 12:35 AM. Time to move. He got out of the car and strolled up to security, completely disregarding the queue behind him.Â
âHello there gentlemen! There seems to be a little misunderstanding, you see, my colleagues are in there celebrating a big achievement for our company,â He pulls out a âCamo Enterpriseâ ID with his information. Tojiâs work. âAnd as you see Im out here.â He huffed, sounding genuinely defeated. The security guard took the ID from him and took a good look at it.Â
âBeat it salmon-hair.â He barked.Â
 Now see, if it was his first time he had to do this he would be quite stumped. But it wasnât. It was his life. He looked around as he pulled a thick wad of cash out of his pocket.Â
âNow, gentlemen, I think we can let this one slide right?â He cooed, voice dripping in honey. The two men looked at each other and quickly snatched the wad right out of Sukunaâs fingers. They started counting and once they passed one thousand the door opened.Â
âRight this way sir.âÂ
Sukuna entered the club and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and expensive perfume that women who frequent this place wore. The lights were blearing as techno music exploded from the floor to ceiling speakers. It was a shitshow. And there he was. The man Sukna was looking for. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he hugged a women and started preparing himself a line.Â
âWhat a dickheadâ Sukuna mumbled as he sat at the bar.Â
âWhat can I get you sir?â A womanâs voice chirped near his ear.Â
âWhiskey. Neat. â he said, not taking his eyes off of the man.
Soon, his drink arrived and he took a sip. The waiting game begins. A couple of minutes passed when the man stood up, swaying and earning a drunken cackle from his group.Â
âBathroom! Then evrâthin else..â the man slurred as he walked towards the restroom. Bingo. Sukuna downed his drink in a large gulp and turned around to make sure he wasnât so suspicious. He got up and slowly went to the restroom.Â
When he entered, he looked around discretely, checking for anyone else but the man he needed. Luckily it was just him standing at the urinal humming an unknown tune. Sukuna entered the urinal next to him, pretending to take a piss.Â
âSo..â he began âbig party tonight huh boss.âÂ
âYeeah, yeeeah, my cmpany got this biig sale, yâknow!â The man slurred âWe got a whole fuckin ski resort, canyou belive?âÂ
âOh thatâs incredible sir, and which company is it?â Sukuna flashed a sweet smile.Â
âCamo Enterprise. THE fuckin buldozer of the sports world! HicâÂ
By now they were already washing their hands at the sink. This was it. The moment that made everything worthwhile. Sukuna looked at him from the mirror and pounced in a split second making the man choke on his spit.Â
âListen here you little shit..â Sukuna hissed, the grab on this manâs collar was iron.
A slap cracked across the tilled walls. A red handprint bloomed across the manâs cheek
âI know what you and your shitty firm will say tomorrow..â Sukuna saw the sheer terror in this manâs eyes. The man stumbled backwards, getting out of the restroom and being pushed against the wall of the hallway.Â
âListen to me very carefully now, I wonât repeat myself.â Sukuna began, âI will break your legs if you say all that vile bullshit about.. âÂ
âSukuna?â
His head turned on instinct, and there you were standing in the hallway. Your red dress hugged you figure as you slowly approached him, your eyes wide from the shock.Â
âFuck me..â he said looking back at the man he held.   Â
a/n: Hello guys! Im sorry for my little hiatus, but here I am at last! Thank you so much for reading, I had so much fun writing this first chapter! Im not sure how long this will be but it will be a rollercoaster! Thank you for all the support on this and ofc reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated!
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c/w: mentions of bullying and harassment, smoking and mild language
a/n: Iâm on a freaking roll today (2 posts in one day like ok #goat) this is short but ONLY because itâs the prologue. Iâll try to make the chapters around 2-3k words (donât hold me to this) but for now enjoy this very short intro!!
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Loser.
That's what you are.
Or well used to be. Highschool was rough for you and other students, the nerds, geeks and borderline freaks, but it was most definitely rough for you.
You were bullied, heavily. No, it wasn't some rom-com shit where your bully secretly wanted you. It was pure unadulterated hate.
And all because you just so happened to dress and act and be a loser.
You started your everyday with faceplant in the hallway, which is probably the closer you've ever been to anyone or anything ever. Then around lunch you'd be shoved in some random locker, only being saved by the sweet, old custodian who you swear has to be the only normal person there. Lastly right before you leave you're treated to a long, nasty swirlie.
I know you're wondering who the misguided soul that was wreaking havoc upon you is and ask no further because your very own personal bully was Ryomen fucking Sukuna.
The basketball star, active club member and self proclaimed "ladies man".
Yea.
That asshole is the reason you had the beautiful rep of the schools "pathetic loser"
But, college will be way different.
You've gotten a killer summer glow up and finally grown into your body, new curves and grooves appearing, making you look more mature and womanly.
To put it simply, you're hot.
And to make everything even better, you've gotten accepted into your dream college which is miles and miles away from your shitty hometown, so no one you know will be there. Hopefully.
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Today is the day. You're putting your past behind you and becoming the person you've always wanted to be.
After a quick look around campus you walk towards your dorm with your head held high. Arriving at the door you see another name right next to yours, the handwriting is messy and you can't make out any letters, which is kinda concerning. But, you push that aside and open the door with a big grin on your face only to be met with.
Ryomen Sukuna??
You stand frozen in the doorway, looking at the bigger, bigger version of your highschool bully. He's already lounging on the couch like he owns it, smoking god knows what.
"This has to be a mistake" you think, so wrapped up in your thoughts you don't notice he's moved from his position on the couch to right infront of you.
"What a surprise"
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c/w: doctor x patient, little to no medical terms, lwk no plot, fingering, geto is sexy
a/n: this is probably the quickest Iâve written something also I put a very small Smosh reference in there. Anyways I hope you enjoy!!
Moving to a new town means getting a new job, house and most importantly, a new doctor.
Hunched over your old, glowing laptop you scour the internet for the best doctor in you area. After what felt like hours of searching (it was only 20 minutes) you stumbled across a promising new doctor. Almost all of his reviews were five stars and oddly enough were all from women, ignoring that weird detail you decide to read some of said reviews.
Amanda Lovebrother â â â â â : "Very thorough examinations, will be back again!"
Linda Longstocking â â â â â : "Clean tools and very welcoming environment. Already booked my next visit!"
The sea of five star reviews further your decision to have this man as your doctor.
Who is this man may you ask?
"Dr. Suguru Geto" he greets smoothly, adjusting his ivory lab coat "I see you're new to the area, hopefully everything's been running smoothly"
You nod, watching as he ties back his long, dark hair into a neat bun. "I just got a new job" you mumble, fiddling with a loose string on your dress.
He hums as he walks towards the rolling chair in the center of the room, sitting down he crosses a long leg over his lap "Must be stressful, moving to a new place, yes?" His slender fingers dance over the keyboard of the computer, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"I, uh, yea it's been" you huff out a heavy breath "a lot to say the least" he nods as he slides closer to you.
Suddenly a big hand finds its way to your thigh as if it was always meant to be there "Well don't worry, sweetheart" his purple eyes rise to meet yours filled with a deep intensity that you can't seem to name, "I'll make sure alll that stress is gone before you leave"
He pushes off the chair and begins examining you, checking your ears, mouth and eyes. Yknow normal stuff.
But the way he checks your breathing is far from normal.
His solid body is pressed up against your heated frame, strong arms wrapped around your waist like bands of steel and his hands grabbing your breast, squeezing and kneading them firmly.
"In and out" he breathes into your ear, making your back arch against him "That's it, good girl"
Small whimpers and gasps escape your lips as he rolls your hardened nipples in between his thumb and forefinger, "a-are you supposed to be d-doing this, d-doctor?" the words barely make it past your lips before his deep voice takes over.
"Shh, don't wanna mess up the results, do you?" One hand slides up to your chin, forcing you shake your head no "that's what I thought, now let me do my work, ok pretty?"
His sauve voice hypnotizes you, so much so that you don't even notice the hand slipping underneath your dress, "open those gorgeous legs for meâŚmm..good girl"
Skilled fingers tease your folds, spreading them apart before spitting thickly right on your already messy pussy.
His free hand snakes up your throat, squeezing tightly, choking you just enough to let air come in.
The wet shlick schlick schlick of you cunt bounces off the sterile walls in the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts, sounding like an erotic orchestra.
"Mm, c'mon cum for me" he purrs against your ear, breath hot against your skin "doctors orders"
With those two sinful words your body lets go, gushing all over his fingers and the table.
Dr. Geto simply licks his fingers and murmurs "I'll schedule you for next month" before winking and stepping out of the room.
I believe RyĹmen would be the worst at sex; his original view was that it is simply a transaction, so he stayed untouched with the outer claim that no filthy human deserved his virginity. In reality, he just never thought somebody would mate with such an abomination. He didnât even want the shame of claiming oneâs title, let alone spawn, because he couldnât imagine marking a child with the same DNA as himself. It was internal hatred and fear for rejection he mustâve felt in his era, but with strength as standard and weakness as privilege, he never bothered with such vulnerability.
Wake up hard? He didnât exactly know how to masturbate, so shamefully, his abdominal mouth would lap at his weeping tip, and its adorable sensitivity got him there fast. All orgasms heâd experienced were weak and pulsing, nothing full-body or eye-watering. He probably struggles with keeping it up anyway, which is kinda hot. I feel like because heâs only ever dealt with the touch of battle, heâd love being manhandled or dominated. Itâs a rush of strength that wouls get him offâand once moreâhis rejection of physical touch, scents also turn him on. Heâd be so feverish and disgusted in himself for smelling something potent or musky and getting a major bone. I feel that, if he were to ever have sex, heâd be extremely difficult for the other person. Awkward and uncomfortably hot and sweating puddles, and in the case of penetration, the stimulation of contact would be so intense that heâd cum instantly. Itâs the first ever full-body orgasm heâs ever had, and its impact is so toe curling, so consuming that he canât help but be vocal. Itâs something pitched and sexily broken, a feeling far more pleasant than pain has ever felt alive, something warm and simmering just to boil over and ever quiet down.
I like to imagine heâd cry, mortified, because he not only just caved in on lust but gave that purity away - not to mention the fear of spawn. He really, really fears the vulnerability of connection through blood, because the protective and emotional attachment is so visceral heâd be bedridden. When he finally gets over himself, to his horror, his libido has shot up.
Itâs pathetic and ugly and so raw that even you feel you canât handle it. Heâs forgotten his size and sheer weight, and you fear heâs out of control - yet still curled in the palm of your hands. He pays you handsomely through pleasure because his sex on yours is just too primitive to make light of, and he realizes itâs not a transaction at all, but something to tether him to. In all of his time of not having a worldly possessions or temptation, he finds that you are as sinful as he, and basks in your taboo-ish flavor. He also finds that itâs not primal at all, and it is not sex nor ecstasy he feels. Itâs elation, and he is making love to you with great vigor, more free and expressive than heâd ever been in battle. Sex with RyĹmen is more than a full-body experience, but out-of-body, because neither of you have dared connect so physically close to anotherâs heart before. It is the most excruciating act of vulnerability, and he is completely devoted to your body, unaware a human could be so perfect in any other subject aside from hunger. This gluttony is not consumption, it is desperation, and to be in a body is to have a temporary vessel, and that vessel is a temple, while also his soulâs ruin.
He thinks heâs just fallen in love with something living and not scarring to the skin. He would rather parish than admit it, albeit heâd rather perish before giving up anything of the sort. Who knew his bodyâs sensitivity reflected on his heart so sweetly?
"..just calling to say goodnight" trend with ex husband!toji nsfw. petnames, afab!reader.
The phone didn't ring for long; not before a gruff "Yeah." was heard from the other side, along with some rustling. You muted to contain your laughter. It's been almost a year now since you called him just because. Toji sighed, "Hello? Don't start your bullshit again, doll."
And there's the notorious pet name that he absolutely refuses to drop. Unmuting yourself, you replied. "Hi, Toji. Yeah um-" you muted again, a giggle slipping through. "Yeah I just wanted to call."
Toji went silent for a moment. "Yeah? For what?" Toji hesitated, "If it's about megs, I did not send him to school with medicine in his backpack - swear."
You clicked your tongue. "What? What the hell are you talking about? I was just calling to say goodnight." He responded with more rustling, which sounded as if he were readjusting himself in bed. "To say goodnight." He repeated in a monotone voice skeptically. "You called me outta nowhere just to say goodnight?" This is where you initially were gonna end the video and hang up, but he continued.
"Listen baby, y'know if you miss me I'm always here." He said in a low tone. "Don't gotta make somethin' up just to hear my voice doll. I damn sure missed hearing yours." You heard a faint grunt. "Cmon, talk to me mama."
Just like that - Toji took control. You could already feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach that came from hearing his husky voice. "I - I'm not doing this with you, Toji." Even you could tell that your remark had no effect whatsoever. He let out a throaty chuckle. "Callin' me to say goodnight, knowing that cunt gets wet at the sound of my voice." Before you could refute, he went on, "I know you are baby, don't gotta deny it."
"Cus' I" you picked up a faint repetitive slick sound in the background. Had he been doing that the entire time? "miss that fuckin' pussy, doll. You don't even know - ..shit.. - don't even know how much." His breathing got heavier. "Toji Iâ"
"Bet you're dripping right about now, yeah? Just waiting for me to come fill that tight fuckin' hole, huh? Wearing those cute little panties tonight, aren't'ya? I fuckin' bet." You hadn't even realized your hand was slowly drifting further down your body, halting at the waistband of said panties. "...Maybe I am." Sure, you could entertain this for a minute or two.
"Dirty girl." The smirk he wore could be heard in his voice. "My dirty girl.. fuck. Use your fingers, baby. Wanna hear that wet pussy." A soft moan slipped from your lips, which only fueled his burning desire. "Fuuck yeah. That's right doll, listen t'me."
"Toji." You called his name in such a breathy tone that almost surprised yourself. "We shouldn't." You replied, attempting to convince yourself more than anything.
"But we can, baby. Go ahead n' rub that pretty clit f'me. You can do that, I know it. Reeal slow for Toji."
You listened to his command, no longer holding back. "Mmh, yeah, good fucking girl. You're dripping for me, I hear her. Beggin' for my cock.. yeah."
You moaned unashamedly into your phone, mind already going blank. "That's right.. bet you're wet enough for me to just slide this cock right in.. shit, yeah. I know it." His pace quickened - so you followed suit. "Ji, 'm close."
"Hold it. I know you can mama. Be a real good fuckin' girl n' hold that shit in." You could hear the sound of him sloppily fisting his weeping dick faster.
"Miss that perfect lil' pussy - those fat tits... shit. That face - that tongue. You miss me? Miss this cock? Huh baby?" Toji could only listen to those pitiful, sweet whimpers.
"Yes â Yes Ji!"
You werenât going to last much longer, not like this. His vulgar words struck you directly at your core. "Cum for me, mama."
Your fluids landed everywhere onto your sheets, soaking the bed below. Your breathing slowed as everything settled.
lifeguard!toji who chose this particular job just to sit on a chair and sleep in the sun the all summer, making of his whistle nothing more than a chest ornament.
lifeguard!toji who decided this miserable job was actually worth it the second you laid your towel down beneath his stand, casting a slight smile up at him before you sat.
lifeguard!toji who thought it was a brilliant idea to climb down from his tower just to sit beside you, immediately launching into a complaint about how annoying the kids were for kicking up sand everywhere.
lifeguard!toji who leans his heavy and sun-warmed shoulder right against yours despite complaining about the burning heat, his large hand casually reaching over to steal a sip of your iced drink before you can even protest.
He just scoffs softly when you protest with a gentle tap to his arm, looking down at you through his sunglasses as he murmurs, âShould've finished it earlier,â without a single shred of regret.
lifeguard!toji who completely ignores his supervisor calling his name from down the beach, not even blinking as he leans in closer to you and murmurs, âLet 'em fire me, I'm exactly where I want to be anyway.â
lifeguard!toji who spends the rest of the afternoon laughing at the kids falling into a massive hole someone dug earlier, completely ignoring his duties just to enjoy the chaos with you.
He who points out a kid trying to scramble out of that hole only to slip and slide right back into it.
âLook at that one. Zero balance, embarrassing,â only to roll his eyes when you tell him to give a toddler a break.
lifeguard!toji who scoffs and calls you a kid when you start piling up sand to build a castle, only to crouch down next to you not even ten minutes later, completely taking over the construction.
lifeguard!toji who looks down at the finished sandcastle with a smug grin, wiping his sandy hands on his thighs before looking you up and down.
âNot bad. Still took you ten minutes just to make a pile of dirt, though.â
lifeguard!toji who feels a sudden shift when you start packing up your bags, listening to you thank him for hanging out and blowing off his job, only to look down at you with a slow smile as you both stand up.
He smoothly shoves his phone into your hand before you can even turn around to leave, telling you that since he risked getting fired for you, you at least owe him your number â leaving you both going home entirely satisfied.
Summary: You thought college would be a fresh start, but after a rooming mishap has you with your bully as your roommate youâre starting to think otherwise
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Epilogue: Wait, who?
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summary: when your boyfriend abandons you on the side of a mountain you find solace in the form of a pink-haired mountaineer who comes to your rescue
word count: 11k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au, mountaineering/hiking, reader is dating naoya :(, abusive bf, misogyny, injury, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, cheating (kind of? reader's relationship with naoya is essentially done), semi-public sex (in a tent), piv, fingering, soft!sukuna
a/n: thinking about this scenario was the only thing that got me through my own miserable mountain experience and food poisoning last week :(
Youâd joined the mountaineering club out of a desire to connect more with your boyfriend.Â
He was an experienced mountaineer - the type of person whoâd been climbing peaks with his family since he was a kid, and youâd thought heâd be happy to be able to go on those adventures with you. Youâd figured it could be one of those interests that you shared. Something you could do together.Â
Dismissal had been the emotion youâd been met with when you first told him youâd joined. It had been a scoff paired with an off-handed statement about how you werenât cut out for all that.Â
Maybe, if youâd had more sense, you wouldâve broken up with Naoya in that moment and saved yourself a whole lot of trouble. Instead, just like always, you made excuses for him. You figured he was just having a bad day - that you just needed to prove yourself to him and then heâd be happy to have you as a climbing buddy.Â
He was just concerned about your skill. That was all.Â
So youâd worked hard at the club - learned plenty of skills, did plenty of hours in the gym, made dozens of friends with the other club members to ensure you werenât dependent on Naoya to teach you everything.Â
You tried to ignore how uninterested your boyfriend seemed in your progress, tried to ignore the way heâd flirt with the other women at the club - you were sure heâd be so impressed with you on your first major outing to Mount Hotaka that heâd forget about everything else and be pleased with you for once.Â
That was all you wanted, for him to be proud of you outside of the offhanded thanks heâd give whenever youâd make him dinner.Â
Your first trip out to the mountain had several people in attendance. Beyond you and Naoya there were a handful of women from the club who youâd grown close with: Shoko, Utahime and Yuki, and then a few men. There were a couple of older guys you didnât know very well, and then a few in your age range who had been helping develop your skills - the most notable of that group being Sukuna, who had dedicated lots of time to teaching you knowledge that Naoya had brushed aside.Â
It had surprised you at first, that the hulking pink-haired man had any interest in helping you do anything. Others in the club had claimed that he tended to be aloof, harsh and generally unfriendly - and while he was harsh in his teachings, unfriendly was certainly not the word youâd use to describe him.Â
Heâd gone out of his way to help you, chasing away others like Satoru with the claim that they were âtoo stupid to teach you rightâ. Spending hours at your side, heâd taught you all you needed to know about equipment, rope skills and climbing. He wouldnât provide praise unless it was deserved, but once youâd finally started getting things right heâd always made sure you knew he was pleased with you.Â
It was praise you were desperately starved for, praise youâd love to receive from your boyfriend, and you were ashamed to admit that Sukunaâs simple compliments lingered in your mind for longer than they should have.
Youâd grown rather fond of him since joining the mountaineering club, even despite his somewhat prickly demeanour to everyone else, you felt he was someone you could rely on, someone who wouldnât call you stupid for asking him questions. Even if heâd sometimes tease you for getting upset or frustrated for not understanding something, heâd still take the time to help you understand.Â
Unlike Naoya, who would roll his eyes and once again point out how unfit you were for something as involved as mountain climbing.Â
The comparison between the two was something you found yourself making more and more often, eyes straying over to your pink-haired friend when he wasnât looking, your stomach flipping when heâd speak to you, or when heâd place a large hand on your shoulder in congratulations at a task done well.Â
You knew it was wrong, chastising yourself whenever the thought of Sukuna would stray into your mind late at night while Naoya was snoring away next to you. Not only did you have a boyfriend, but you were certain Sukuna didnât think of you in anything beyond a friendly manner anyway.
So you kept those feelings locked deep within your chest and tried to focus on why you were in the club in the first place - to prove to your boyfriend that youâd make a good partner for his mountain expeditions, to prove that you were worth more to him than being a glorified maid in his house.
The first few hours of the hike, starting in the early morning, had gone by fairly uneventfully. Your training had paid off and your legs felt good as you winded up through valleys and fields, trailing a little behind the group of boys, favouring a slightly slower pace and jovial conversation amongst the girls.Â
Despite Naoyaâs reluctance for you to join the club, you felt like it was where you were supposed to be. You loved being out in nature - taking in the fresh air and drinking from mountain streams, wandering along with like-minded people and encouraging each other along through the gruelling uphills.Â
It wasnât until late afternoon that things started to get more difficult, with the altitude creeping steadily up, and the group stumbling across snow fields that still hadnât melted in the late spring air. It was nothing you werenât prepared for, but with everyone feeling a great deal more tired than they had in the morning hours, the pace slowed considerably.Â
A group of the more experienced men ended up going on ahead at a quicker pace, saying theyâd get the next big section of uphill completed and scout out a good camping spot for the night, since the plan was to make a summit push in the early morning to watch the sunrise.Â
You didnât mind that so much - you didnât like the feeling of slowing them down and that arrangement meant that you could keep going at a comfortable pace without feeling stressed about it. The girls you were with were perfectly experienced in their own right, and Naoya had chosen to hang behind with you anyway rather than going on ahead.Â
That was a decision that youâd convinced yourself was on account of him wanting to keep an eye on you, but a part of you believed it was really because he didnât get along with any of the men at the club.Â
Or perhaps it was just so he could keep staring at Yukiâs ass like he had been for the entire hike up to that point.Â
The next couple of hours were difficult, and everyone grew more withdrawn under the effort of a constant uphill - facing switchback after switchback with no clarity on how far you had to go beneath a freshly settled blanket of fog lowering the visibility. Shoko had been struggling for a while, and after an extended rest on a rock decided that it was best if she turned back and camped somewhere lower in the valley.Â
Sheâd been having issues with her lungs and didnât think it was wise to keep going.Â
At her decision, Utahime also suggested that she wanted to go back, mentioning that she also didnât feel in the best physical condition, and Yuki insisted on going back with the two of them to make sure they got back down safely. Youâd considered joining them, but you were still feeling good both physically and mentally and were keen to continue upwards towards the peak.Â
Considering Naoyaâs experience, you were certain that the two of you would be fine even without the girls, so you waved them off and continued upwards into the mist, eager to reconnect with the other half of your group and get settled with Naoya in the tent for the night.Â
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Sukuna had found a pretty good camping spot. He was pretty sure it was in a similar position to where heâd set up on his solo winter ascent a couple of years before - a location that should be downright comfy in the mild spring weather.Â
Assuming that weather stayed mild.Â
It was hard to tell through all the fog, but he was almost sure he could see dark clouds rolling high in the sky. He hoped he was wrong. There hadnât been a storm on the forecast, and if one was to roll in that could make for a very harrowing evening, especially for people like you whoâd had little experience of the mountains.Â
He hoped one bad night wouldnât be enough to put you off entirely.Â
âYuki just radioed.â Satoru called out to him. âShe, Shoko and Utahime are all going back down. The others are still coming I think.âÂ
Sukuna hummed in affirmation as he moved to set up his tent. He wished it couldâve just been you coming up, rather than you and your shithead boyfriend, but he supposed heâd rather you have a buddy in the mountains than be out there alone. If heâd had things his way, he wouldâve hung back with you for the whole duration of the hike, but he didnât need people casting suspicions on his actions.Â
Heâd already received some strange looks over his eagerness to teach you - the last thing he needed was the rumor mill in full operation.Â
Even if the rumor mill was right in this case.Â
He liked you. He really liked you.Â
Feelings that he needed to keep to himself, because your boyfriend was one jealous asshole, and he was almost confident that any sign of flirting on Sukunaâs part would have Naoya taking out his anger and jealousy on you, which was the last thing he wanted. He wasnât sure what you saw in that guy, but god, Sukuna wanted to bash his teeth in.Â
Heâd been watching it for months now - the depressing life you lived in which youâd excitedly bound over to Naoya to show him something youâd learned only for him to react with total disregard. Sukuna had watched the light in your eyes flicker and die each time, doing his best to control the rage boiling in his chest.Â
You deserved better than that fucker.Â
But he got the sense that you werenât able to see that.Â
Almost everyone had set up their tents, laughing and joking and tearing into provisions by the time Naoya appeared from the mist. A couple of hours had passed since the group first found the camping spot, and Satoru welcomed him enthusiastically as he stepped into the clearing. He looked surprisingly exhausted for a man who was supposed to be experienced.Â
Sukunaâs red eyes scanned the fog, waiting for you to appear behind the man. His chest squeezed when only silence followed, no sign of your presence in the mist.Â
âIs it only you?â Satoru asked, voicing the very question that was on the tip of Sukunaâs tongue.Â
âYeah, the girls went down,â Naoya responded nonchalantly, shrugging off his backpack. âIs there a good place for me to set up?â Satoruâs lips parted, as if to question the manâs statement, considering Yuki had relayed specific names, but he clearly thought better of it, nodding and pointing Naoya in the direction of a clear patch of dirt for him to pitch his tent.Â
Sukuna wasnât so happy to shrug it off.Â
âYuki only said she was going down with Utahime and Shoko,â he called out to Naoya. The man turned to look at him, irritation shining in his amber eyes. Sukuna was well aware that Naoya despised him just as much as he despised Naoya.Â
âThey all went. Think I donât know where my own girlfriend is?â Naoya snapped.Â
Sukuna stared him down for a moment before leaving him be, heading over to Satoru and asking for the radio. Speaking into it, he called out for Yuki, praying that they were still within a reasonable range to pick up his voice.Â
He was met with only silence, cursing under his breath at the realisation that they were probably all the way back in the valley by that point and likely impossible to reach. His crimson gaze fell to Naoya once more, watching him hum as he set up his tent without a care in the world.Â
Something in the pit of Sukunaâs stomach told him that there was something wrong. You hadnât gone back with Yuki. Youâd been so happy all day, so excited about your first major peak. Not only that, but youâd been in good condition - heâd been watching you whenever he could, heâd been proud at how well you were doing.Â
You wouldnât have turned back. And if you had, Yuki wouldâve listed your name when she was heading down. Yuki was no newcomer to the mountains - she was responsible and experienced and she always emphasised the importance of good communications. And if youâd have turned back any later, Naoya shouldâve gone with you - it's what any sensible person wouldâve done.Â
But he was here, and you werenât. And you hadnât gone with Yuki. So you were alone.Â
Sukunaâs first instinct was to bash Naoyaâs head in. He wanted to walk over there and silence that bastardâs humming with a well placed rock to the head. What kind of a man - an experienced mountaineer, no less - would abandon their inexperienced girlfriend on the side of a mountain?Â
It wasnât like Sukuna doubted your ability. Heâd taught you all you needed to know, but putting those things into practice alone, at altitude, and in adverse weather was a whole other thing.Â
Instead of doing anything about Naoya, he parked that issue temporarily and quickly moved to dismantle his own tent. He wasnât going to sit there and do nothing while your location was unaccounted for. Even if you had gone down shortly after Yuki, even if youâd made it back to the valley by yourself, he wasnât going to roll the dice on your life.Â
Heâd go back the way theyâd come and heâd walk until he found you - even if that happened to be safe and sound at the bottom of the mountain.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â Satoru asked, hovering as Sukuna put his stuff back into his pack. Naoya had stopped to watch, a sneer on his already ugly face.Â
âI donât think she went down with Yuki. I need to make sure the boyfriend of the year over there didnât leave her in some bad situation,â Sukuna explained.
âOh my god, sheâs fine.â Naoya snapped from across the campsite. âYuki just misspoke, she went down with them. Why is it your problem anyway? It's not like sheâs your girlfriend.âÂ
The defensive edge to the manâs voice told Sukuna all he needed to know, and he ignored the jabs in favour of packing up more quickly. He didnât want it to get too dark - if something bad had happened and you didnât have your headlamp on it would be impossible to find you at night.Â
Unfortunately, Naoya seemed to have no interest in letting up. âI mean seriously? Youâre actually doing this? I know you wanna fuck her but sheâs always been a loyal little thing - she ainât gonna put out for you because of this. I think sheâs realised that she isnât cut out for this type of shit - she went back down to safety with the rest of the girls and I think sheâll probably quit the club. She can get back to what sheâs good at.âÂ
Sukunaâs hands stilled as he zipped his bag shut, his expression calm as he finally looked at the man before him. There was malice in his expression and a clear, guilty desire to keep Sukuna from trekking back down the mountain path.Â
ââShe can get back to what sheâs good atâ?â Sukuna asked, drawing himself up to his full height. âAnd what would that be?âÂ
The smug grin Naoya shot him was sickening. âMaking me dinner.âÂ
Sukuna laughed, a deep unpleasant sound rumbling from his chest. âRight.â He took a step forward, towering over your boyfriend who he deeply hoped would be your ex-boyfriend after that expedition. Before Naoya could react, Sukuna grabbed him by the front of his raincoat. âListen. Iâm going back down that path. If I find her out there, abandoned and alone, be assured that Iâll beat you so badly that youâll never climb another mountain again. Do you understand me?âÂ
Fear flickered in Naoyaâs amber eyes, but he pushed it down quickly, replacing it with a scowl. âGet the fuck off me.âÂ
Sukuna let him go, revelling in the way he stumbled about off balance, barely keeping himself from careening onto the floor. If he was being honest with himself, the desire to enact justice on Naoya in that moment was tempting, but he could wait. Every moment he spent in that camp was another moment of peril for you.Â
And unlike Naoya, he wouldnât leave you to a night alone on a mountain.Â
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You werenât sure when youâd lost Naoya.Â
Heâd been picking up the pace significantly while youâd been getting slower and slower, and despite calling out for him to wait for you to catch up, eventually he just disappeared off into the fog - the sound of his footsteps fading entirely.Â
It had left you at a loss, unsure as to whether you should keep going or turn back. You were certain that the summit camp probably wasnât too far off, but you had no real idea of how far that distance might actually be, and had a vague concern that you might take a wrong turn in the ever-thickening fog, leaving you stranded for the night. You and Naoya were sharing a tent which heâd been carrying, and subsequently ending up alone for the evening wasnât ideal for you.Â
The most youâd be able to do is wrap yourself in your sleeping bag and find a sheltered place to hunker down for the night.Â
But it shouldnât come to that.Â
Getting down to the valley would take too long, and you werenât sure where Yuki and the gang wouldâve settled anyway. Naoya had the radio. He had everything really, which meant that the only thing you could do was continue upwards and hope that you stumbled across the other half of your group.Â
It was a plan that was going okay until youâd carelessly stepped on a loose rock, sending you tumbling back down a hill of scree youâd spent the past half an hour climbing.Â
At first youâd thought only your morale was damaged, your mind exhausted at the prospect of having to get back up and reascend a slope youâd already climbed once. But as you struggled to get to your feet, you realised that it wasnât only your mind that had undergone damage.
A hot pain spread through your ankle as you tried to stand, sending you straight back down to the floor with a yelp. Panic instantly overcame you, the sudden realisation of where you were hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Naoya, your boyfriend, had abandoned you on the side of a mountain. Heâd left you in the fog, beneath the setting sun, without a tent and without a radio. And now you were injured.
If you didnât know better, you wouldâve said he was actively trying to kill you.Â
But what was more likely was that he was just proving the point heâd been trying to make all along - that you werenât cut out for the life of a mountaineer.Â
And considering your condition, could you really disagree with him?Â
Soft sobs overtook you, and you began to spiral. You werenât sure how long you sat there, shivering as the cold grew more intense, mumbling incoherently to yourself about how you shouldâve gone back down to the valley with Yuki.Â
Perhaps you never shouldâve tried facing the mountains in the first place.Â
Maybe Naoya was right.Â
They were thoughts that fled from your mind at the blessed sight of a headlamp cutting through the fog from above, footsteps crunching evenly on scree, picking up in speed the moment the light shone upon your sorry figure huddled on the ground.Â
âFuck, are you okay?â Sukunaâs voice had a tremor of relief shooting through you, and more tears swelled at the corners of your eyes. He was crouching down in front of you, expression laden with concern as he scanned your cowering form. One of his hands reached for your face, wiping away tears carefully while he waited for you to answer him.Â
âMy ankleâŚâ You mumbled. Everything was too overwhelming for you to articulate any further, your words already coming out all choked and shaky. Sukuna didnât need to hear any more, attention instantly shifting to your foot. His hands moved to prod gently at it, watching your face for a grimace which came quickly under his touch.Â
âDoes that hurt?âÂ
You nodded. He bit down on his lip and quickly moved to untie the lace of your boot. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled it from your foot, but he was right to pay your reaction no mind since you were overcome with relief once your ankle was freed from those rigid confines pressing down too tightly upon it.Â
It had swollen up significantly in the time youâd been sitting there waiting for someone to come for you.Â
âRight. Iâll deal with the ankle soon but I want to get us to someplace better first before it gets fully dark.â It was only just occurring to you that the wind had started to pick up a little, your clothes ruffled by air rushing against you. It would be best to be in a less exposed place - Sukuna had taught you that exposure made all the difference when dealing with bad weather.
âThere was a plateau back down at the bottom of this slope,â you mumbled, remembering the slight respite youâd had from the seemingly neverending onslaught of uphill.
Sukuna gave you a proud smile and it made your heart flutter. âYeah, that would work. Iâm gonna carry you down there, if thatâs okay? I donât think you should try walking on that ankle until we give it a proper look.âÂ
You wanted to collapse into fresh tears at the suggestion. While your boyfriend, the person who was supposed to look after you, had abandoned you on the side of your first big mountain, Sukuna was here offering to carry you to safety. The feeling his offer was giving you had a risk of overwhelming you entirely, utterly grateful that he was the person whoâd come back to look for you.Â
Naively, you wondered if Naoya had sent him down to look for you. It was a weak hope, a desperate, delusional belief that your boyfriend wasnât as cruel as he truly was.Â
âYeah, thatâs okay,â you said, quietly. You tried to ignore how pleasant it felt when Sukuna crouched down to scoop you up into his arms. His touch felt warm against your body which had grown cold over the past few hours of inactivity. The arms holding you were strong and secure, building a feeling of safety knowing he was there with you.Â
Naoya wouldâve taken issue with it, but you wished youâd asked Sukuna to stick with you throughout the whole trip. Things wouldâve felt better if it was him you were relying on rather than your boyfriend. In his lessons heâd always emphasised the importance of matching your pace with a mountain buddy - always checking that they werenât far behind.Â
Rules that a supposedly experienced mountaineer like Naoya shouldâve been well aware of.Â
Sukuna strode down the rest of the hill with ease, keeping you tucked close against him in a princess carry. Considering that you had your pack still on your back you were surprised at how easy he made the whole thing look, because he wasnât exactly carrying a light load between you in his arms and his own bag on his back. But he didnât complain or demonstrate any signs of struggle.Â
Outside of the fact that he was largely silent until you reached your destination.Â
You didnât mind that. It wasnât like you were in the mood to talk either, your mind swimming with all kinds of things now that you were in safe hands. Naoya had left you behind to die. You couldâve died if no one had come back for you. Exposure couldâve gotten to you, or an animal, or some person with ill-intent prowling the mountainside.Â
Heâd left you helpless and defenceless.Â
And, as rain started to drip from the sky above, you realised that if Sukuna hadnât come for you, it wouldâve been an evening out in the storm, at altitude, with nothing but your rain jacket and sleeping bag to huddle within.Â
You couldâve died.Â
Sukuna found a well sheltered area and placed you down while he set up the tent. You were in awe at how quickly he got it done - the same actions wouldâve taken you three times the time it took his experienced hands to get it sorted. You were grateful for the speed, because it meant the two of you made it inside before the worst of the rain began to hammer down from the sky above.Â
âOkay. First the ankle. Then everything else.âÂ
You tilted your head a little at his statement, not quite sure what he meant by everything else, but you assumed he was referring more to your mental condition and questions around how youâd ended up in your terrible position in the first place. You hoped he wouldnât be mad at you for failing to make it up to the peak after how much time heâd spent teaching you things.Â
You thought maybe heâd chastise you for things like not having your own tent or radio, but Naoya had been insistent about carrying those items for you, assuring you that heâd stick at your side and claiming his actions were out of a desire to keep your pack as light as possible.Â
You were stupid to have believed him.
Sukuna knelt by your foot, removing your sock and inspecting the damage carefully. His fingers pressed delicately against the skin and you found yourself admiring his concentrated expression in the lamplight. âI donât think it's broken,â he said. âProbably just twisted.âÂ
Reaching into his first aid kit, he found a bandage which he wrapped around the problem area, before pulling out an ice pack and snapping to activate its effects. He placed the pack down on your ankle, earning a little hiss from you which pulled a small smile from his otherwise serious face.Â
Heâd been really serious since heâd found you, his expression all irritated and stormy.Â
Was he angry with you? Frustrated that heâd had to come back down the mountain to your aid? You didnât like the idea of being his burden.Â
âEndure the cold for a bit - itâll make you feel much better.â he said, placing a warm hand on your calf. Your breath hitched involuntarily at the contact and Sukuna quickly withdrew from you, a tinge of guilt flickering across his handsome face. He instantly busied himself before you could question it, moving onto the next stage of tending to your injury.
He fumbled about in his pack and withdrew some clothing, bundling it up into a small pile and wedging it beneath your foot to elevate it a little. Nothing he was doing was particularly revolutionary - on the contrary, his actions were all things heâd taught you to do in the event of an injury.Â
Youâd just been too panicked to do anything on that scree slope.Â
Perhaps he was mad at you for that too.Â
Sukuna laid out his sleeping mat next to you, his nose wrinkling at the revelation that you didnât have one because it was in Naoyaâs possession. He slid his mat beneath you, keen not to have you lying on the floor, before pulling out his sleeping bag and sitting on top of that for some amount of comfort.Â
âSo, what happened?â Sukuna asked. His voice was a little clipped, as if he was holding himself back from saying what he really wanted to say.Â
âI was rushing and lost my footing on some scree-â
âNo. I mean, why are you alone?âÂ
âOh.â You shrugged, taking a deep breath and avoiding his eyes. There was a sticky feeling building up in your throat, keeping your words down. If you said the truth aloud you were certain youâd burst into tears again. âI donât know,â you mumbled finally.Â
âYou donât know?â He echoed.Â
âIt just sort of happened. The girls went back down the mountain and Naoya kept going quicker and then we got separated somewhere in the fog. I imagine he was probably waiting somewhere up ahead for me but then I slipped.â You werenât sure why you were trying to defend your boyfriend. You werenât naive enough to truly believe heâd been waiting up ahead for you.Â
Heâd left you.Â
But the idea of airing out just how stupid you were to be in that relationship in the first place felt humiliating. You wanted to at least pretend that Naoya didnât leave you for dead - that you werenât the fool who had stayed for years with an abusive boyfriend when you shouldâve just left.Â
You didnât want Sukuna to think you were completely pathetic.Â
âNaoya arrived at the camp hours ago,â Sukuna said, his tone detached, as if he wanted to avoid projecting any of his own emotion onto you. âHe said youâd gone back down with the rest of the girls.âÂ
The horrified expression on your face mustâve said it all, because Sukunaâs impartiality quickly faded, rage burning within those crimson eyes. Naoya really had abandoned you. And not only that, heâd also attempted to sabotage any retrieval attempt that might be made for you. Heâd outright claimed you were safe when he knew no such thing.Â
It was a thought that made you sick, and once again the tears started to flow, dripping down your cheeks. Youâd spent years with that man, feeling like you were less than good enough. Youâd let him break you down, put up with his endless bullying and tormenting, all because heâd been sweet to you at the start.Â
Youâd always thought you werenât good enough, always thought that it was your fault he was so unpleasant with you.Â
Now it felt like your eyes were open for the first time.Â
Heâd left you on the side of a mountain. He couldnât care less about your wellbeing. He couldnât care less about you unless you were making him dinner.Â
And youâd put up with it.Â
You were a fool.Â
âI knew that fucker was lying,â Sukuna hissed. âYuki didnât say your name when she radioed in to say she was heading back. Sheâs always good with that sort of thing. Fuck, Iâm glad I came down to check, who knows what wouldâve happened if-âÂ
He cut himself off, faltering before he could finish the sentence. It was clear that he didnât want to scare or upset you further, not when youâd already reduced yourself to a puddle of tears. You didnât want to imagine what fate the night wouldâve brought if not for Sukuna arriving as your saviour.Â
Falling silent, he shuffled a little closer to you. Reaching out delicately he began to wipe away your tears with his thumb. The touch of his skin against yours felt pleasant, and you found your sobs faltering at the new found comfort he was providing. A deeply loyal part of you urged you to pull away, reminding you of your boyfriend. You immediately pushed the thought aside.Â
Naoya wasnât your boyfriend.Â
Not after what heâd done.Â
âDonât cry. Youâre okay. I found you and weâll make it through the night together. Iâm not going anywhere.â Sukunaâs words were soothing, and you found yourself nodding between sniffles, your tears gradually drying up. You hadnât realised you were shivering until Sukuna tentatively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you up and close to him.Â
The storm had worsened outside, and you huddled down in your jacket, letting yourself lean into Sukunaâs chest to keep the shivering at bay. If this was how you felt inside a tent with another human to warm you, you hated to think how you wouldâve felt still stuck all alone on the scree.Â
It didnât bear considering.Â
âYou should report that asshole to the police once we get down. Nothing will come of it because it's hard to prove intent, but this was an active attempt on your life. He had a duty of care he ignored, stripped you of shelter and then tried to prevent a rescue. I have half a mind to kill him myself.â Sukunaâs voice rumbled through his body.Â
No one had ever really stood up for you before. Naoya was always good at being charming when it mattered. Your parents and the rest of your family had always seen him as a good prospect - a polite and handsome man from a well off family. With your friends, youâd done the damage on your own, always defending him, manipulated by him to act like the perfect picture of an abused girlfriend.Â
âIâm so stupid,â you whispered.Â
âWhat?â Sukuna asked, pulling back ever so slightly so he could look at you properly. You hadnât spoken at all since the reveal, and your quiet words clearly caught him off guard.Â
âIâve wasted so much of my life with him. Spent so much time defending him like he was some good guy. I only joined this club to impress him and all he ever did was tell me how useless I was at stuff like this - at everything. Did you know that he spent most of this hike staring at Yukiâs ass? And yet, when Iâd tell him about how much stuff youâd taught me heâd get all mad about me talking to another guy and verbally berate me until I cried. And I just let it all happen. You must think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
Sukuna hesitated, searching for the right words. It made you smile in a twisted sort of way, because he was definitely trying to find something to say that wouldnât indirectly call you stupid - an impossibility considering the circumstances. Now that your eyes were open you could finally see how foolish youâd been.Â
You just wanted to go home. Forget mountaineering or anything else youâd tried in an attempt to bond with that asshole.
âI donât think youâre an idiot,â he said finally. âI think guys like that are very good at getting their way, and you happened to be his victim.â The words were uncannily gentle, and at a glance at Sukunaâs face you could tell he was out of his comfort zone, but trying his best. He tightened his grip on you as a sudden gust of wind battered the tent.Â
The touch had your heart fluttering, and you wondered how Sukuna felt about your current position. It was probably just a necessity in his eyes - a bid to warm up a tired and stressed woman, nothing more than that.Â
With your loyalty to Naoya stranded somewhere on the mountain never to be recovered, you found yourself wishing the contact was something more than that.Â
But considering your woefully pathetic attempt at summiting this relatively easy peak, you doubted Sukuna held you in high regard at all. His type was probably some strong, confident girl who already knew all her outdoor skills without Sukunaâs input. The type of woman he could rely on to partner with for dangerous and difficult peaks.Â
That wasnât you.Â
You werenât sure youâd step foot on a mountain again after this.Â
âMaybe you donât think Iâm an idiot for that, but you probably think I am for all this.â You gestured in the general direction of your foot, still humiliated at the thought of Sukuna having to rush down the mountain to your rescue, like you couldnât be left unsupervised for a single moment without finding yourself in need of rescue.Â
Much to your chagrin, Sukuna laughed. âAn idiot for getting injured? No, thatâs practically a rite of passage. You were doing great through most of the hike - I was keeping an eye on you before the group split in half. Weâll get you down the mountain and get your ankle sorted, and then you can try this peak again another time.âÂ
Sukunaâs optimism had butterflies swarming in your stomach, but years of insults and abuse werenât so easily displaced. You lowered your gaze, staring down at your hands in your lap. âI donât know. I just wonder if Naoya was right. Maybe Iâm not cut out for this.âÂ
Sukuna pulled a face, clearly displeased by that statement.Â
âDo you like being in the mountains?â He asked simply.Â
He made no statement on your skill, no attack on anything your boyfriend had told you. Asked nothing more than whether you liked being out in the fresh air, doing what youâd been doing before your ankle had been injured.Â
And you did.Â
You really did like it.Â
âYeah. I do.âÂ
âThen you are cut out for this. Enjoyment is literally the only requirement,â he said earnestly. âBesides, that guyâs full of shit. I taught you everything you needed to know and I have faith in your abilities. If you need to listen to someone elseâs opinion to determine your value, how about you consider mine instead of his.âÂ
A flush appeared across your cheeks. Those were the kind of compliments Sukuna would always pay you. Nothing particularly special or flowery, but deeply genuine in a way that had your whole body bursting with pride, pushing the rot of Naoyaâs insults from your veins and replacing it with Sukunaâs approval.Â
âWeâll come back here together in a few weeks, just the two of us, and weâll do this peak. I can promise you itâll be better. I wonât abandon you in the fog.â You believed him, nodding a little in agreement. Even in your fragile mental state that evening, you couldnât help the excited flip of your stomach at the thought of Sukuna wanting to do something alone with you.Â
The mountaineering club had been a means for you to learn your skills to climb alone with Naoya. You hadnât expected that it would leave you excited at the prospect of climbing with another man.Â
Still, you tried not to get ahead of yourself. Your little crush on Sukuna, which had been present for several months more than you were really willing to admit, seemed to have finally found the freedom to really take over your thoughts. Your heart was practically in your throat at your current proximity to him, a desire coursing through your whole body.Â
You needed to push it back down even with Naoya out of the picture, because you were certain Sukuna was just being friendly, just being a better person than Naoya was. You couldnât afford to let your mind run wild with fantasies.Â
At least, thatâs what youâd told yourself.Â
The two of you had sat in silence for a while after Sukunaâs offer of climbing alone together, still huddled together and listening to the wind and rain outside the tent. You found yourself calmed by the steady rhythm of Sukunaâs heartbeat, basking in the warmth of his body which took your mind off the cold compress burning at your ankle.Â
âDo you mind if we share the sleeping mat? It's okay if not, but it would be warmer for you and more comfy for me that way.â Considering that the two of you had been cuddling for a while, you didnât see the issue. Anything was fine in matters of survival and you were more than happy to remain close to Sukuna.Â
âYeah, sure. We can zip our sleeping bags together.âÂ
Sukunaâs lashes fluttered and you swore you could see a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but you were quick to disregard it. It had been a long and exhausting day, and you were likely just seeing what you wanted to see.Â
The cold compress had started to lose its effect, and Sukuna removed it from your ankle while the two of you shuffled about to get ready for bed. Your ankle was feeling much better after a period of rest and elevation, and you found you could move it again without excruciating pain. Getting back down the mountain might still be an issue, but it was one you could leave to figure out in the morning.Â
Zipping your sleeping bags together and settling down on the sleeping mat, Sukuna made space for you beside him. You had to half lay on him for you both to stay on the padding, but with how warm his body seemed to run, you really didnât mind. He wrapped his arm around you, nestling you close against him under the guise of conserving space - an action that had your whole body thrumming with electricity.Â
You couldnât remember the last time youâd felt that way. For months, maybe even years, the only thing youâd felt under Naoyaâs touch was mild dread. This was something nicer, something more exciting - a feeling you wanted to experience over and over again.Â
âWarm enough?â Sukuna asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The tent was relatively cool, the fabric being battered by the storm outside, all of which seemed distant as you lay there in Sukunaâs grip. It was a safe and warm place to be, one where you could take your mind off troubles and anxieties knowing he was there to keep anything and everything at bay.Â
Troubles which Naoya had actively brought upon your life, were effectively chased away by Sukuna.Â
How you wished youâd met the pink-haired man earlier in your life.Â
âWarm enough,â you echoed, your voice coming out muffled as you buried your face into his chest.Â
Again, the two of you fell into comfortable silence, listening to the whistling of wind and basking in the feeling of your bodies pressed close together. You were half asleep and almost convinced that Sukuna was already asleep, when his deep voice cut through the darkness and silence.Â
âI donât usually go on these things, you know,â he confessed quietly. âThis is my first one. Iâm only in the club because it gives you connections for exhibition funding and learning new skills. Usually I do mountains solo and usually I do stuff much harder than this.â He waved his hand in the direction of the tentâs exit.Â
A guilt blossomed in your gut at the speech, recalling similar words from your boyfriend when youâd brought up the trip. Heâd said that climbs in the Japanese Alps outside of wintertime were nothing special, and that the whole thing would likely be so easy that he could do it in his sleep. Heâd only agreed to go after youâd begged him, reminding him that you didnât have the experience he did.Â
âIâm only here because of you,â Sukuna continued. The guilt within you only grew sharper. Was Sukuna trying to imply that he was only present out of concern for your inexperience? Had you forced him along because he knew something like this would happen? Had he known heâd need to come to your rescue?
âSorry. I must be such a burden,â you mumbled quietly, burying your face in your sleeping bag.Â
Did Sukuna really want to commit to climbing alone with you knowing that you were so much less experienced than he was? Or was he just doing it because he felt bad for you? You were likely a pitiful sight with your messed up ankle and an abusive boyfriend who had abandoned you.Â
Sukuna blinked rapidly, astute enough to swiftly connect the dots. âWhat? No, thatâs not- I was trying to say something nice. I was saying I only came along because I enjoy spending time with you. I donât like these group things and I prefer to do harder stuff but Iâm here because youâre here, and I like you.âÂ
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, completely drowning out the sound of any thoughts on how you were supposed to reply to that. You were too caught up on the word âlikeâ, on the way Sukuna shifted ever so slightly against you, pulling you more firmly against his body.Â
âWhat?â You asked, dumbly.Â
âI like you,â he repeated. âI think youâre so cute and I love how happy you get whenever you learn something new and Iâm so fucking exhausted of watching your boyfriend ignore you and take you for granted when Iâd cherish you.âÂ
Again, your stomach flipped, your ears growing warm.Â
âAnd when that fucker showed up at the top of the mountain without you, I wanted to kill him. When I found you all cold and alone on the slope I just- fuck. I want to keep you safe. I want to be the person who looks out for you, I want to take care of you in a way that guy seems unwilling to. He has no idea what he has- had, while I understand exactly what youâre worth. I want to take you to the mountains at my side because unlike him, Iâd be thrilled to have you as my hiking partner.âÂ
Before you knew what was happening, you were crying again, wetting his clothes immediately with your tears. Your shoulders were shuddering and you could feel Sukunaâs heartrate picking up. It seemed like he was starting to panic - concerned that you were upset by his words when the reality was the total opposite.Â
Youâd never heard something so romantic from Naoya and you never would. To have someone speak such beautiful words to you felt surreal and your body had no idea how to react beyond sobbing from being so overwhelmed with love and affection.Â
âSorry,â Sukuna said quickly. âI know it's been a long day, now probably wasnât the time to say anything. You donât have to respond-â
He faltered as you peered up at him, your face wet with tears. He usually looked so confident, and even then there was still some atmosphere of certainty about him, but he couldnât fully hide the glimmer of anxiety in his lovely red eyes. There was a fear of rejection buried within him, a fate that he seemed almost certain he was going to face.Â
If only he could step into your shoes for a moment and feel all the emotion rushing over you at his confession
You didnât say anything, you couldnât think of anything that would suffice as a response to his outpouring of desire. Instead you tilted your face upwards, lips parting softly in a clear signal - one that Sukuna caught onto immediately. He closed the gap swiftly, lips slotting perfectly against yours with a warmth youâd never experienced before.Â
Naoyaâs kiss had always been domineering - a wet and unpleasant experience. Sukunaâs kiss was gentle and exploratory. His lips took the time to appreciate yours, to linger on that lovely shared warmth and soak in the feeling of being connected so intimately for the first time.Â
His tongue ran along your lips carefully, requesting for you to open your mouth. You complied easily, letting him hold you ever closer as his tongue pressed into yours, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural despite the fact that youâd never kissed each other before.Â
A rumble of thunder overhead had the two of you parting for a second, and you found your shivering renewed as a particularly cold wind blew through the tent. Sukunaâs red eyes went to the entryway, the space illuminating for a second as another flash of lightning ripped through the sky above. His hands rubbed your back soothingly at a louder rumble overhead.Â
âIâm so glad I came down to find you,â he whispered.Â
âThank you for coming to find me,â you mumbled, eyes fixed on his handsome face, your mind still struggling to catch up to all that had transpired in the past few minutes. Thoughts of Naoya and all the suffering heâd put you through seemed distant in the intimacy of that tent. âI feel so lucky. Injured ankle aside.â You giggled softly, heart jumping at the way Sukuna grinned back at you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.Â
There was a gratefulness to his expression, a soft affection in his gaze which made you feel seen and special in a way youâd never felt with Naoya. It had you sinking deep into another kiss, your lips locked against his in a deeply intoxicating manner. All the stress and the anxiety of the day seemed to wash away beneath his grip.Â
Even with the storm raging outside, you felt safe and warm with him there beside you.
You shouldâve known about his feelings for you - shouldâve understood the moment Yuki had made a comment about how Sukuna never usually spoke to anyone. Heâd spent so much time on you, being so gentle in his teachings, making sure you knew what you were doing, making sure you were praised.Â
Heâd liked you from the start and youâd been too blind to see it.Â
Too beaten down by your own experiences in relationships to believe that any affection directed towards you would be legitimate.Â
You wished you couldâve puzzled it out sooner. You wished you couldâve noticed the soft look that always sparkled in Sukunaâs eyes whenever he looked at you. You wished youâd dumped Naoya several years ago, because it shouldnât have taken an abandonment on the side of the mountain for you to realise how truly awful your ex-boyfriend was.Â
But what was done was done. Sukunaâs hands were on you now, and that was all that mattered. Youâd made it in the end, even if it had taken you a little longer to get there than you wouldâve ideally liked.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he whispered as the two of you broke apart for breath, red eyes scanning your face like he was committing your features to memory. âHow Naoya could be so stupid, I have no idea.âÂ
âHeâs not a smart man.âÂ
âNo. He really isnât.â Sukuna agreed. âBut his loss is my gain.âÂ
You hummed, leaning against Sukunaâs chest once more, listening to his heartbeat beneath you. Despite the excitement, you were suddenly aware of how tired you were, and how much the cold was still seeping in through your clothes and down into your bones. Altitude was no joke, and the pleasant spring warmth was nowhere to be found on the mountainside that evening.Â
âAre you still cold? Youâre shivering.â It wasnât possible for Sukuna to physically pull you closer to him than you already were, but he gave it an attempt all the same, practically crushing you in his grip.Â
âA little, yeah.âÂ
âShit. Once sec.â Moving away from you for a moment, he reached out of the sleeping bag and rummaged about in his bag, withdrawing his down jacket and draping it around your shoulders like an additional blanket. You were grateful for the added warmth, coccooned in between that and Sukunaâs warm body.Â
For a few moments you lay there, your shivering finally subsiding, only for all the hairs on your neck to raise at the feeling of Sukunaâs voice vibrating against the top of your head. âThere is another way I could keep you warm.âÂ
His tone was suggestive and perhaps a little amused. The comment had heat billowing throughout your body, your gut tightening at the suggestion of something youâd never allowed yourself to think of before. Sukuna was very attractive, and sometimes your mind had drifted in his direction when your hand had been caught between your thighs. But youâd always scolded yourself for it, had always driven away the idea of picturing a man you actually knew when you had a boyfriend.Â
Now the suggestion was right there on the table as something real and tangible, and your mind was conjuring all sorts of exciting imagery.Â
âO-oh. Yeah, that could be nice,â you said with a sudden rush of confidence. It was Sukunaâs turn to falter, red eyes suddenly wide with surprise, as if youâd called some bluff without even realising it.Â
âI donât have a condom,â he murmured, pushing you back ever so slightly so he could look properly at your face. âSorry, I wasnât actually expectingâŚthis.âÂ
âI am on the pill,â you offered a little bashfully, embarrassed to have reacted so enthusiastically to what you were now realising was a joke. âBut we can wait if youâd rather use a-âÂ
âNo, no-,â his face was definitely a little red this time, seemingly caught off by your willingness. âIf you want to, Iâd like to. I justâŚâ He rubbed his neck a little awkwardly. âI was just teasing and you surprised me, I guess. Youâre always surprising me.âÂ
Before you could backtrack or come up with some witty response, Sukuna recovered himself and his lips were on your neck. You let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his teeth dragging against your sensitive skin, his lips latching onto you and sucking purple marks onto you with no concern for who might see them the next day.Â
As far as he was concerned you were his. Naoya could rage all he wanted. If he wanted to keep his girlfriend he shouldnât have discarded her on the mountainside. Bitterly, you hoped Naoya found out exactly what you and Sukuna had done that night. Let him seethe. Let him reflect on all that heâd lost.Â
The bastard deserved all that misery and more.Â
Sukunaâs hands found their way beneath your clothes, calloused fingers pressing against your skin with care. You hadnât realised how much your whole body was aching until he was touching you like that, your muscles flexing at the new contact.Â
You took his actions as a sign to do the same, sliding your own fingers beneath his shirt and pressing them against his abs. You knew he was well built - on hotter days heâd been shirtless when working on teaching you to lead climb, and youâd pretty shamelessly stared at him until your mind had reminded you of your boyfriend.
It would be nice for him to be shirtless now, but neither of you felt like removing any layers of clothing in the cold, so for the time being your touch would have to suffice. That was a freedom that Sukuna seemed to be taking full advantage of, mapping out your body with his hands, his fingers moving to your breasts and squeezing, red eyes lighting up at the little moan it earned him.Â
âReally shouldnât be doing this now,â he whispered huskily against your ear. âHad the whole thing planned out. Figured once youâd broken up with Naoya that Iâd take you out on a nice date and then bring you back to my place so we could do this properly. But here we are.âÂ
You giggled softly at the dismay in his tone. âWe can still stop.âÂ
âNo. I want this now. You arenât so easily resisted. But mark my words, once weâre back home, Iâm going to take my time with you. I want to look at you properly beyond just fumbling about in a dark tent - as hot as this is.âÂ
Giggling again, you nodded, in total agreement with his sentiment. Doing things like this, while a little limited, did feel exciting in its own way. It felt like you were keeping some secret with each other, doing whatever you could in the dark without anyone else knowing about it. There was an allure to it that you couldnât quite put your finger on.Â
With Sukunaâs attention on your breasts, you were the one that ended up making a major move first. Your hand slid down beneath the waistband of his trousers, finding its way into his briefs. He let out a groan at the feeling of your hand brushing against his cock, which twitched erratically at the slightest touch.Â
It felt big beneath your fingers, and you hadnât realised that your breath had hitched until Sukuna was letting out a chuckle.Â
âImpressed?âÂ
âMaybe,â you mumbled shyly. You didnât have much of a point of reference for such things. Naoya was the only man youâd ever been with, and you imagined that he wasnât packing anything particularly unique down there. Not if Sukunaâs size was anything to go by. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft, enjoying the way Sukuna shivered in pleasure.Â
Meanwhile, Sukuna mirrored your actions, his fingers moving down your body until they were grazing against your panties. It was a little embarrassing how damp the fabric had grown, your pussy desperately slick from the events of the evening. Your body wanted Sukuna just as much as your heart and mind did, and it was making that fact glaringly obvious.Â
âSo wet,â he said with a chuckle. âThere I was all nervous that you wouldnât feel the same. Shows what I know, huh?âÂ
You flushed, glancing away from him in embarrassment as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him free access to your pussy beneath. His fingers moved deftly through your folds, moving the slick around before rubbing at your clit, leaving you whining his name and squeezing his cock a little tighter.Â
âCute,â he hummed, his nose brushing against yours. One of his fingers prodded at your opening, pushing in with a little effort. He took a few minutes opening you up with two of his fingers, languidly stuffing you full with them to prepare you. You didnât want to admit to how emotional the whole thing made you feel, because Naoya had always said that foreplay was a myth.Â
Never before had you been prepared for anything, and Sukuna taking so much time to do so had your heart fluttering.Â
You tried your best to return the favour, stroking his cock as best as you could while it was still confined beneath his clothes, but he didnât seem to pay that too much attention - completely fixed on making you cum around his fingers before moving onto anything else. That was another thing that Naoya had never done. Cumming with him was so infrequent that youâd almost grown certain that you couldnât do it with another person.Â
And yet, Sukuna had you doing it in a matter of minutes - your toes curling in desperate pleasure as you gushed over his fingers with a sweet little gasp.Â
There was no time for you to catch your breath before he was pushing your trousers and panties down ever so slightly to give him access whilst still keeping you dressed and warm. He did the same for his own clothes, gently displacing your hand from his cock and repositioning the two of you so that he was on top.Â
The sleeping bag was still wrapped snugly around the two of you, keeping the warmth in effectively while he lined himself up over you, his muscular body keeping you pinned down beneath him in a position youâd be more than happy to remain in for the rest of your days. It was so nice to be under him like that, to be so surrounded by his body and heat and scent.Â
It was where you were supposed to be. In some uncomfortable tent on the side of the mountain feeling happier than ever because he was there with you.Â
Youâd gone to the mountaineering club for Naoya, but you couldnât help but think fate had guided your actions and really led you there for Sukuna.Â
âAll good?â He asked, hot breath brushing against your ear. The tip of his cock was pressed up against your opening, and you realised that he was giving you a chance to back out - showing you a level of consideration that Naoya never would.Â
âYeah,â you breathed, lashes fluttering as you peered up into lovely red eyes, letting out a whine when he finally pushed into you.
You hadnât been prepared for just how big he was, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull as he pressed his way into your tight pussy. Your nails dug into his arms and a whimper left you at the intensity of the feeling. You felt like you were aware of every ridge and vein on his cock, your pussy squeezing around him each time heâd involuntarily twitch within you.Â
It didnât take long for the uncomfortable fullness to give way to pleasure once he bottomed out inside you. It had a pleasantly warm buzz running through your body once he started to thrust within you, the weight of his body keeping you still and secure, keeping you warm even as the storm picked up outside.Â
Any fears of the thunder and lightning were pushed aside in favour of focusing on the feeling of being split in two. Sukunaâs lips found your neck once more, overstimulating you as he bit and sucked on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, bringing tears to your eyes beneath all the pleasure he was giving you.Â
Even through the stretch it felt right to have him inside you, and it was downright heavenly each time one of his long strokes hit that one specific spot inside you, bringing stars and light to your vision each time.Â
This was where you were meant to be.Â
Neither of you lasted particularly long. Not after the day youâd just had, and certainly not after months of mutual crushing. Youâd cum first - your body already sensitive from the previous orgasm and totally overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. Sukuna had reached down to play with your clit while he fucked you, and that set you on a high unlike any other.Â
If Naoya had known where the clit was, heâd certainly never touched it.Â
And yet, there Sukuna was utilising it. You could count on one hand the number of times youâd cum from penetrative sex, but Sukuna had pulled an orgasm from you like it was easy.Â
And maybe it was easy.Â
Maybe Naoya just fucking sucked.Â
Sukuna wasnât far behind you in reaching his release. When youâd cum youâd clamped down around him tightly, locked in a spiral of pure pleasure unlike that which youâd experienced before. It felt better than anything you could achieve with your own hands - infinitely more intimate and lovely.Â
The way youâd squeezed him so tight had sent Sukuna over the edge, prompting him to groan your name in that low tone of his as he filled you with his seed, riding out his own release to the point where you were growing overstimulated and begging him for mercy.Â
Mercy which he gave you with a gentle smile and a kiss planted atop your sweaty forehead.Â
The two of you lay then in the darkness, soft pants drowned beneath the howling of wind. Sukuna was holding you tightly, keeping you secure in his grip like you might vanish if he didnât cling to you with all his might. He was still inside you, softening but present in a way that felt blissfully intimate. Whenever youâd laid with Naoya, you couldnât wait to escape his grip and get cleaned up.Â
With Sukuna, it was different.Â
You could stay there with him sheathed inside you for hours - connected in a way that just felt right.Â
His lips were ghosting against your hair, soothing you with kisses, running his hands over you repetitively in a bid to ensure you stayed warm at his side. Your ankle was throbbing a little from all the movement, but with Sukunaâs legs intertwined with yours you found yourself able to ignore it. All thoughts and discomforts overridden by how happy you felt in that moment.Â
âTry and get some sleep,â he murmured against your hair. âIâll look after you.âÂ
âI know,â you whispered.Â
He smiled softly. âJust making sure you know it. Apparently you canât take for granted that everyone will look out for you.â His tone came out a little bitter, but instead of feeling anger at the reminder of Naoyaâs actions, you felt a warmth blossom across your chest at Sukunaâs display of care.Â
You liked that he was angry about it. It was nice to have someone care about you for once.Â
In hindsight, it was a blessing that you never made it out into the mountains alone with Naoya like youâd intended to at the start of your mountaineering training. If you had, perhaps you wouldâve ended up left for dead - freezing on the side of the mountain while Naoya summoned some crocodile tears and dismissed your fate altogether.Â
You were lucky to have Sukuna. Lucky to be able to continue going into the mountains with someone who actually wanted you there. Someone who would really take care of you.Â
âIâm glad youâre here to look after me.â Your hand reached for his face, tracing his tattoos with great care. As pleasant as your evening with him had been, you were looking forward to making it down the mountain - to spending time with him outside of that tent. It would be nice to see just where those tattoos disappeared off to beneath his clothes.Â
But that would have to wait.Â
You knew that the next day would be long. An arduous trek back down the mountain was ahead of you, along with a no doubt vicious confrontation with your ex. One that you were sure Sukuna would take the lead on, but still not something you were looking forward to experiencing.Â
Either way, you wouldnât dwell on it that evening.Â
Because for the time being, there was nothing you needed to worry about. The storm could rage on outside for as long as it needed to. You were safe in your tent, in the arms of a man who would never leave you alone on the side of a mountain.Â
And it was possibly the happiest youâd been in a very long time.Â
a/n: after getting down to the bottom of the mountain the next day I promise reader slapped naoya and sukuna beat the hell out of him :)
had such a fun time writing this its literally the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written as I love being in the mountains hehe
hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are appreciated as always!
Sukuna was the big strong beast of half cursed-man and half tiger. with those instincts of a cat with the fast reflexes, soft tiger ears atop of his head in the mess of pink hair, a tail split into two, and tattooed stripes across his ribs to represent the stripes of a real tiger, as well as his tattoos that everyone associated with the curse side of him.
people feared him, as he was the King of Curses and a tiger all in one. he was never mentioned by name in passing conversation amongst the village people, as they believed that theyâd get hunted down and killed if they dared uttered his name.
well, everyone but you, of course.
somehow and someway, Sukuna chose you to be his. at first it was being his caregiver, then it bloomed into a relationship. how? you guys didnât really know.
but you did know that he was the biggest brat youâve ever met.
everytime you came back to the estate after doing your errands, like getting new silks and foods for the cooks to make into meals the next couple of nights, youâd come home to servants cleaning up Sukunaâs mess that heâd made while you were gone. he scratched at the carpets, couches and even the wooden posts on the walls, pissing on said scratched materials.
whenever youâd ask, it was always the same answer.
âjust marking whatâs mine.â he would state like it was the simplest thing.
as much as you wanted to get mad at him about ruining the house, you also understood that he was part tiger, which gave him those cat instincts to mark his territory.
another thing that made you question why you loved this man was when he never listened, another aspect of his brattiness. he never listens, no matter what you say, how you say it or what youâre telling him not to do, heâll do it without a care. it gets on your damn nerves and he knows it.
but damnit do you love him.
especially right now.
currently, you were curled up in bed with a book, a few candles lit on your bedside table to provide a little bit of light before you went in for bed. you were the only one in the huge bed, Sukuna doing something, probably getting ready for bed as well or talking to some of the guards and military leaders about the next attack he wanted to do on a neighboring village.
he came into the bedroom when you finished three chapters, yanking the sheets off of you and practically replacing them with his own body. he laid on top of you, all 400 plus pounds of his body on top of yours. his head rested against your chest, tail flicking back and forth slowly as his purrs started to fill the room, loud and full. they almost rattled some pictures off of their nails on the walls.
his hands started to knead at your stomach and thighs, like a house cat getting their sleeping spot comfortable for their nap. sure it hurt a little bit, his claw like nails digging into your skin, previous scratches and faint scars on your body proved that this was a reoccurring event.
you looked down at the man when he lightly butted his head against your breasts, a silent demand for something, unsure of what he wanted since it changed almost every night.
âbehind my ears, woman.â he stated flatly, looking up at you for a moment before going back to kneading your flesh, purring even louder as you scratched behind one of his ears.
you used his head as a rest for your book, still reading to yourself. a page in, you gave up since you couldnât help but dote and love on him in this state.
the two of you stayed like that even as sleep overtook the two of you, his body weight pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you still and safe, even if it meant youâd wake up to your legs all prickly due to the lacy of blood flow to them during the night.
whenever morning came, like clockwork, youâd awake to a big, scratchy tongue licking across your cheek and into your hair, your lovely boyfriend grooming you like you were a kit.
you watched him groom himself, licking at his arms, legs and whatever else he could reach before turning his attention to you, licking at your face and hair, brushing the knots out with the sandpaper like feel of his tongue.
it hurt.
a lot.
but if you ever tried to leave early before he was finished his morning cleaning on both himself and you, heâd hold you down in his lap with a pair of arms, keeping you still even if you squirmed and tried to break free.
âgâmorning to you, too..â you mumbled softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you rocked and swayed at every movement from his tongue licking at your face, smiling warmly at the sound of his purring.
âyou slept too long, woman.â he huffed, nuzzling his face against yours, ears flicking slightly at he listened to the sounds outside of the bedroom. he paused, listened some more before rubbing himself against you again, letting his scent cling to you like perfume, letting everyone know who you belonged to.
rolling your eyes, you mirrored his actions slightly when his head brushed against yours, smiling as you nuzzled your face into his neck, climbing atop of the big male next to you. âmy apologies, my apologies.â
a low, deep noise escaped him when you were on top of him, leaning back slightly until his back hit the headboard of the bed, one hand resting on your waist, one rubbing circles against your back while the other two laid at his side.
as tough and threatening Sukuna was, moments like these were the soft, slightly possessive side that you loved. sure, he got on your nerves on occasion, but that was part of the fun, wasnât it?
beefing with barista!sukuna who doesn't care about his job because he doesn't get paid enough and is rude to all his customers especially his new ones.
why is he still hired?
because he makes the best damn coffee in the city.
he's fast and efficient, he won't say good morning or ask you how your day was but he'll make the best vanilla latte you'll ever have.
the first time you tried this cafe you were incredibly intimidated.
you took too long to decide what you wanted, asked to see the difference between the large and regular and then changed your order halfway to oat milk just after sukuna typed it in the till.
you get on his damn last nerve and he makes it obvious. he pronounces your name wrong on purpose for collection and doesn't even smile.
the next time you return to the cafe, you come a little more prepared. you know what you want, the size and the type of milk. you say your order as fast as possible with no greetings in hopes of becoming one of his favourites.
that's until it all backfires.
"we're out of oat milk." sukuna announces with a deadpan tone.
"uhhhh..."
"hurry up we don't have all day."
"could i get a strawberry matcha latte then?"
"we're out."
"caramel?"
"finished."
"cappuccino."
"four fifty, tap your card and move over to collection."
you can feel the sweat build across your body just from the anxiety he gives you. he still pronounces your name wrong and he doesn't even look up at you when you ask where the sugars are.
