when puppy sends me a video of himself while heâs pleasuring himself, and letâs me see just exactly how cute he is while he makes a total mess of himself >>>
I'm begging you guys, can we get some angst that's actually angsty? Not just a sprinkle of sadness to make the smut more palatable. I mean, I'm all for smut but come on yâall đ, The jjk fandom is a never-ending well of sorrow so let's use it to our advantage. But if you write angst it doesnât matter the fandom tag me or something
Just give me something other than smut pleaseeeeeee đđŸđđŸđđŸđ„čïżŒ
(I also need more fluff but Iâm not going to be picky)
summary: after years of hiding your identity and spending nights fighting off monsters, you're tired of being a magical girl - especially with a new villain known as the king of curses out to get you.
all you want is to be able to focus on your normal life, and when you finally meet a nice guy at a work event for your day job you figure that maybe things are looking up.
if only he wasn't the very villain who wanted you dead.
content: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, humor, betrayal, lying, yandere/obsessed sukuna, confusing feelings, loneliness, falling in love, mentions of past illness, hurt/comfort, manipulation, sukuna is evil but he's also very confused, true-form sukuna, enemies to lovers (and back to enemies and then to lovers LOL), this couple is a mess
a/n: the way this isn't even half my gojo masterlist is lowk so funny to me it took everything in me not to add spider gojo on here lmfao. anywhoooo reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3
a selection of my geto fics for your enjoyment! art from left to right is @dinneratgios @1amglow and @aransmind !
CHOOSE YOUR ACTOR!
â° no. one party anthem starring...ROCKSTAR!GETO
â° what's mine is yours starring...BODYSWAPPED!GETO
â° how to baby trap marry your best friend starring...BABY DADDY!GETO
â° milk and cookies starring...DILF!GETO
â° only ones who know starring...HERO!GETO
â° love me not! starring...BABY DADDY!GETO
â° your eyes only starring...SORCERER!GETO
â° simply ear-resistible! starring...BUNNY!GETO
â° (don't) kiss me starring...FWB!GETO
â° faking it starring...BROKE!GETO
â° breaking news! starring...MOTHMAN!GETO
â° the emperor's new pet starring...EMPEROR!GETO
â° take a bite! starring...VAMPIRE!GETO
â° rose-colored boy starring...YANDERE!GETO
â° four dicks, one human starring...ALIEN!GETO
â° sex.exe starring...SEX ROBOT!GETO
â° made for you starring...EVIL SCIENTIST!GETO
â° who's your whore? starring...GUITARIST!GETO
â° falling snow starring...STRANGER!GETO
a/n: my gojo cinematic universe can be found here and sukuna's list is here, plus even more geto fics are under his name on my pinned post <3 reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3
you're the sound of the summerâglittering, speaker-melting, and impossible to replicate. suguru is the reason it hits in the first place. chaos and control and the algorithm's (and each other's) favorite obsession.
where the brats at !!!
taglist is closed <3
content: smut, angst, fluff, smau (in some ways) /// drug + alcohol use / unhealthy dynamics (codependency, possessiveness, jealousy) / toxic industry culture / drug + alcohol use / fame spiral /// each chapter will have its own warnings
full masterlist
track 01 | 360
track 02 | talk talk feat satoru gojo
BONUS | Vogue â In The Bag
track 03 | club classics
track 04 | sympathy is a knife
track 05 | angel of my dreams / mean girls
BONUS | Genius Verified â Angel of my dreams
track 06 | von dutch
INTERLUDE| the party and the afterparty
track 07 | party 4 u
track 08 | b2b
track 09 | i might say something stupid / spring breakers
track 10 |
track 11 | rewind
track 12 | everything is romantic
track 13 | i think about it all the time
track 14 | 365
EXTRAS
reader's playlist
what was supposed to be a night of quick fun, a good lay with ryomen sukuna quickly snowballed into you ending up pregnant from a one night stand. it wasnât easy, it wasnât something planned, and your baby daddy wasnât exactly eager, but youâd manage. right?
PAIRING: frat bro ryomen sukuna x nerdy! fem reader (with hints of nerd!jo x reader)
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. unprotected sex. unplanned pregnancy. the topic of abortion. sukuna being a dick. maybe (probably) inaccurate depictions of frat life. more included in the individual posts.
SERIES MASTERLIST
01. DOUBLE SHOTS & DOUBLE LINES
youâre out of your element at one of the frat parties sukunaâs hosting, left to your own devices for most of the night. one thing leads to another, youâre in his bed tonight and with a positive test five weeks later?
02. THE NERD WHO STEPPED UP
without a ride and any support, you find yourself at an abortion clinic with your roommateâs best friend, satoru gojo. do you do it, do you not do it, the thoughts haunt you, gojoâs there to stick by your side through it all.
03. FRAT BROâS DILEMMA
ryomen sukuna finally decides to man upâŠ.three months after he spoke to you last. is he too late or will you let him back in?
04. BABY SHOWER BEAT DOWN
the date of your baby shower comes up, with both gojo and sukuna in the same room together. punches land, cupcakes fly, tears fall, all in the span of three hours.
05. TBD
if you asked to be tagged before this, dw i got you :3 but if youâd like to be added (or removed) at any point, please let me know!
ê° â.đ Ìâ recs : all my beloved underrated writers âË ê±
itâs been on my mind lately that giving love to authors is important bc theyâre essentially doing free creative work without asking for anything except your response so here is my list of really brilliant authors who desperately need so much more love. will make more as recs come!
Iâm kinda here too btw masterlist!
‷ ă longfics
.⊠@mononijikayu ËËË on my knees BEGGING all of you to check out the work âwildflowerâ by Kayu (IT IS A THREAT.), it was and to this day, will be the work that inspired my to write my fics. the characterisation of each character in a modern setting is on point, I cannot stress that enough. special mention to astrophysicist!Reader x volleyball player Sukuna and Toji x Wife!Reader <3
.⊠@alexiroflife ËËË the best hurt/comfort fics!!! when I say the best, I mean it!!! all the multi-character works have my gnawing at how perfectly Alex has captured the essence of each character. very special mention to JJK men x reader with sh issues (cried in that one it was that good)
.⊠@aesthetically-dying101 ËËË another banger author with a banger set of works. i had to pause through their Artist!Nanami x reader work like a hundred times to marvel how insanely it captured the emotions. their lyricism blows me away Iâm being so real rn
.⊠@i-mean-y-not ËËË pookieâs Choso and Nanami works have me by the THROAT. angsty, but so realistic. so underrated itâs almost criminal. CHECK OUT THEIR CHOSO WORKS CHAT AND IM SAYING THIS AS NANAMIâS WIFE
‷ ămultifandom
.⊠@gingerteawrites ËËË my darling lady, writes not just for JJK, but also for the scrumptious LaDS men <3 so beautiful concept and such elegance in bringing it to life. Violent nudges to all of you reading this to check out her âBy the Hearthâ series, featuring Emperor!Nanami and Reader as the BAMFest Queen of all time!!! Has some really cool drabbles waiting to be expanded upon (looking at the isekaid reader and dystopian universe drabbles mhm mhm pls check it out you will NAWT be disappointed) and if I play my cards right, Ginger will soon be dipping her toes in the Attack on Titan fandom hehe
.⊠@saelynne ËËË literally a gem in the multi fandom aren. if you scourge through Saeâs absolutely adorable convenience store, youâll find her Cozy Cabin Cafe Event on her 200 followers milestone celebration event and it was like the best theme Iâve seen to date?? I want a piece of her brain and I know you will want it too when you check her works out. So so so delicious <3
.⊠@mannythemunchkin ËËË mother. Like. serves with her Suguru works. Also specialises in soooooo many fandoms like a CHAMP. Iâm not kidding. Hazbin Hotel, Jujutsu Kaisen, Stranger Things, Epic the Musical, you name it and it is there.
.⊠@dolcieri ËËË this list is incomplete without one amore of mine <3 fashion icon, wielder of words and such exquisite detail to attention. youâll be addicted. the visuals, the beauty, the perfection, mwah
‷ ămixed bag (drabbles, fics, and series)
.⊠@heliumshorns ËËË delicious smut omg. My wife my wife my wife my wife <3 very special mention to Heliumpieâs âIs it worth it?â A very meaningful and new take on Tojiâs perception and nuances. Angsty in some places but so so so brilliant, especially the fluff and the ongoing theme of real life issues
.⊠@nanamineedstherapy ËËË a genius. 10/10. no notes. GENIUS. the concepts???? The execution???? Perfection. Youâre never going to be bored here, trust. Ever. Fresh ideas that will grip you endearingly. Violet has it all. Special attention to be diverted on her Nanami x Reader x Gojo works bc honestly Nanago is life <3 And all the Nanami hurt/comfort here pls.
.⊠@mooniewritess ËËË if you havenât checked precious moonieâs Sukume x Reader fic then what are you even doing??? Blasphemy imo. Not to mention my personal favourite Ace!Nanami (Iâll have you know it made me realise things about myself youâll find my crashed out comments in the comment section) tl;dr, CHECK IT OUT.
.⊠@ech0esfromtheshad0w ËËË you gotta dig for this pearl to be on your feed trust. you want fluff? come here. you want smut? COME HERE. angst? You know it. Come here. You might even find a smau or two in the wild here⊠hehe (Iâm partial to Maruâs Nanami works because it makes me feel warm and fluffy just like I like Nanami)
.⊠@liliklei ËËË honestly everything you want you can find here Iâm not even gonna lie. Especially if you like a certain hunk of a man with a scar on his lips⊠yes. YES. ITS AN ORDER.
.⊠@lunarevia ËËË sweetest girl with the sweetest concepts in her brewery. Focused on Satoru, and so so so ethereal in how Satoru is written. Lunaâs Satoru everything one could want, sweet, flirty, gentle, kind, a little goofy, but so amazing (just like she is!)
‷ ănon-JJK centric
.⊠@tragicgirl44 ËËË special mention to my sugarbae <3 writing for loverboy Jean from Attack On Titan with such finesse it will leave you absolutely craving for more. Fun, feelsy, and fantastic :D youâre in for a treat if you check her works out!
.⊠@lenessence ËËË found one (1) Sasha Braus work and Iâm SOLD. also the feels heavy childhood best friend Eren Yeager fic⊠Iâm bawling now bye <3
‷ ăSMAUs
.⊠@jxcyt ËËË angsty but peak humour. Will make you cry but also make you laugh sm itâs insane. def knows ball.
.⊠@cherryflavouredsushi ËËË so so so so amazing I cannot stress enough. features JJK teens and absolutely crazy reader. Love me some wildness about myself <3
.⊠@bluebaerie ËËË hehe that feeling when your life feels complete because your awesome smau authors write for not just one but two of your favourite fandoms: AOT and JJK. really, what more can I ask for?
.⊠@rosiewantstowrite ËËË really fun concepts that I adore! Esp ones such as platonic relationship between reader and JJK men. We need more found family/sibling bonds and Rosie does it so well <3
.⊠@thebussyinspector ËËË pookie does not play around when it comes to subby men and honestly? I stan. You go queen give us EVERYTHING.
If you have any other recs for underappreciated authors please do send them my way! You can also absolutely send your own works under anonymous asks â remember, wanting to be seen for your hardwork should not make you feel guilty. Youâre valid in what you desire <3
Reblog and comment, it goes a long way in how much it can motivate authors!
The number one rule: donât fall in love on vacation.
But rules get blurry when two handsome strangers step in to save you and Yuki from a creep who wonât take a hint â and suddenly, a few days on a tropical island turn into something you never meant to feel so deeply
đŒ suguru geto x reader
moodboard
wc 12.8k
a/n: boys will kiss your forehead just for them to never speak to you again(âžâžàčïčàčâžâž)
content: mdni, smut, fluff, sort of angst, sort of yuki x satoru (no i dont ship them but its just for the stories sake) , no descriptions of sex only describing the aftermath, cunnilingus, mentions of alcohol, weed and cigarette usage. first name basis, gojo being gojo, yuki is your protective best friend
the cool summer breeze settled gently against your skin. it was just you and yuki, stretched out on tanning beds long after the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon. somewhere between ten and eleven pm â not that it mattered anymore. time felt optional when you were a few drinks too deep and the ocean kept breathing beside you.
your shoes were discarded carelessly, toes buried in the sand. you talked about everything and nothing, laughter blending with the sound of waves. the night felt like a memory you hadnât lived yet â something distant and familiar at the same time. the kind youâd spend years trying to recreate without ever quite getting it right.
âhave you ever-â yuki started, turning toward you, when someone dropped down beside her. âhey, girls.â his voice cut through the calm. too loud. too confident. like the beach belonged to him and you were just visitors in his space.
âhey?â yuki replied, hesitant. he took that hesitation as permission. shifted closer. knees brushing, arm pressing against hers. the details came all at once â greasy hair pushed back with careless fingers, a half-empty beer can dangling from his hand, alcohol heavy on his breath, mixing unpleasantly with cheap cologne.
âwhat are two pretty girls doing out here all alone?â his hand found yours before you could react. your stomach twisted. maybe the wine hadnât been a great idea. alcohol dulled your instincts, made your body slow, made you hesitate even when you knew you shouldnât. his grip was firm. too firm.
âwe were just about to leave.â yuki said, eyes fixed somewhere past him. âleave?â he leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin. âbefore the funâs even started?â
you tried to pull your hand away. he tightened his grip. âplaying hard to get now?â he smirked. âguys arenât really into that.â he finally let go of your hand, like he was being generous about it.
âhow would you know?â yuki stood up abruptly, grabbing her bag. âyou look like no oneâs ever been into you at all" you followed her movements quickly â bag, lighter, phone. your heart was beating too fast now.
âoh, feisty,â he laughed, standing too. âdonât leave yet,â he called, grabbing yukiâs arm. âi donât even know your names.â
âlet go of me.â her voice didnât shake. you walked away, sand shifting beneath your feet, but his footsteps followed.Â
âstop fucking following us,â yuki snapped without turning around. he scoffed. âsuch a waste. i could put that big mouth of yours to real good use.â yuki stopped as the man spoke.
âsay that again,â she turned, eyes sharp, âif you want to get knocked out.â you reached for her arm, trying to calm her, but she was already done being polite.
âyou think youâre something special?â he sneered, pushing his greasy hair back. âyour friendâs prettier anyway.â then he shoved past her. toward you.
âyouâre more my type,â he said softly, too close. âquiet. obedient.â your body froze. âi could make you see stars if youâd justââ he never finished the sentence.
yuki slammed into him, hard, sending him crashing into a tanning bed. when he stumbled upright, she slapped him â sharp and loud, the sound echoing across the beach. even in the moonlight, you could see the red imprint of her hand on his face.
âyou shouldâve left when i asked you nicely.â she stepped toward him, and for once, he stepped back. retreating onto the wooden path at the edge of the beach. âleave,â she said again, voice steady. âunless you want to go home with a broken jaw.â he laughed weakly, trying to save face. âgirls canât even take compliments these days.â but he didnât come any closer, not moving any further either.
you trailed a few steps behind yuki, quieter, less confrontational â just like always. it had been this way for as long as you could remember. she was fire, all sharp edges and loud justice. you were the aftermath. the one who stayed behind and picked up the pieces.
even when you were kids.
first grade â yuki sitting on top of two boys who thought stealing your tamagotchi was funny. she got detention. you got it back, slightly scratched, still warm from someone elseâs hands.
fourteen â your first âboyfriend,â if he even deserved the title. he made you cry once. just once. yuki fought him in the schoolyard and didnât regret it for a second.
seventeen â a store clerk gave you the correct change but the wrong attitude. yuki lost it anyway. turns out politeness mattered more to her than math.
it was always like this. yuki getting into trouble. you cleaning her up after â ice pressed to bruised knuckles, tissues for bloody noses, quiet thank yous she pretended not to hear.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â her voice snapped you back to the present. she stepped onto the wooden path, shoulders squared, eyes sharp. âI get that youâre desperate,â she continued, âbut this is fucking sad. even for someone like you.â
the man scoffed, stepping closer â too close. his mouth opened, words forming that you didnât want to hear. but he never got to say them.
someone stepped between them.
âdude,â a voice said calmly, almost bored, âjust leave.â
you looked up.
he was tall, dark hair falling effortlessly into place like it had never known chaos. black, baggy jeans hung low on his hips, a henley clinging just enough â buttons undone, sleeves pushed up to his elbows like he hadnât bothered to try and still succeeded. a thin silver chain rested against his collarbone, catching the moonlight when he moved.
he looked untouchable.
mysterious in the way strangers always are. handsome in a way that didnât feel loud, just inevitable. the kind of person you only ever see once â at an airport, maybe. someone you lock eyes with for half a second before they disappear into a crowd, leaving you to wonder if you imagined them at all.
the kind youâd daydream about during lectures. stare out the window and invent a life for. someone who never actually stays long enough to belong to you.
and yet, here he was. standing between you and the worst part of the night.
he stood there, relaxed, expression unreadable â like this wasnât even worth his energy. like he was taking out the trash. âWhat the fuck-â the drunk started, offended.
another guy joined him, hands in his pockets, leaning slightly to the side. equally unimpressed. equally uninterested. the first guy placed a hand on the drunkâs shoulder. âoff you go,â he said lightly, condescending. dismissive. he waved his hand in front of the drunkâs face like shooing away a fly. he stood a little taller than his friend. white hair almost blinding, sunglasses dipped low on his nose. jeans and a button up with the top buttons undone and a light blue cap backwardsâ he looked effortloss, old money. the type you thought only existed in romcom books.Â
and for the first time all night, the man hesitated.Â
âcockblockers,â the greasy-haired drunk muttered under his breath.
âyou wanna repeat that?â the tall, dark-haired guy asked calmly, eyes sharp now. still quiet â but not passive.
âcâmon,â the white-haired boy added with a crooked smirk. âuse your big boy voice.â
the drunk faltered. funny how that worked. yuki had told him multiple times to back off â loud, clear, unafraid â but somehow it only registered once other men said it. the realization made something sour twist in your stomach.
âfuck off,â the drunk snapped, cheeks flushed as he turned away. embarrassment clung to him as he disappeared down the path.
for a moment, everything was quiet again.
you glanced at yuki. just briefly â but you caught it. something like reluctant admiration. maybe even gratitude. which was impressive, considering yuki rarely gave anyone credit for anything.
âpff,â the white-haired boy scoffed, slinging an arm around his friendâs shoulders. âwhat a loser.â they really were opposites. light and dark. loud and quiet. yin and yang standing under the moonlight.
the dark-haired boy crossed his arms, exhaling slowly. âyou guys okay?â âweâre fine,â yuki said quickly. âwouldâve handled it ourselves. but⊠thanks.â her pride stung a little. it showed.
âyeah,â you added softly, eyes dropping to the sand. âthank you. he wouldnât leave us alone. not until you showed up.â you wrapped your arms around yuki instinctively. she leaned into you without comment. âi need a cigarette,â she muttered, already digging through her bag. you handed her the lighter before she could ask.
âyou want one?â she asked them casually. âsure,â the dark-haired boy replied with a small smile as he sat down on one of the tanning beds. his friend dropped down beside him. you and yuki took the beds across from them, the space between you suddenly feeling charged instead of empty.
the white-haired boy didnât take a cigarette. instead, he pulled a blunt from a small bag, holding it up.
âyou mind?â he asked, grinning. âwe can share. iâm a lightweight anyway.â âgo ahead,â you said. âi could use some.â the others nodded in agreement.
the semi-unconventional group settled into conversation easily, like it was meant to happen this way. words drifted between you â the drunk bastard from earlier, how your vacation had been so far, ages exchanged between laughter and smoke, how long everyone was staying. nothing too heavy. nothing too careful.
the joint burned low between fingers.
the waves became background noise now, gentle and rhythmic, like the beach itself had decided to behave. moonlight spilled over all of you, silver and calm, turning the night into something almost unreal. âiâm satoru, by the way,â the white-haired boy said, flashing a goofy grin. his eyes were hazy now, soft around the edges.
your gaze flickered to the boy beside him without thinking. âsuguru.â his voice was quiet. steady. he looked at you when he said it.
red eyes met yours and â for half a second â it felt like static rushed through your body. sharp and sudden. like touching something you werenât prepared for. you broke eye contact quickly, staring down at your feet, toes nudging through the sand as if it could ground you again.
âyour turn,â satoru said, glancing at you before satoruâs attention snapped back to her.
âyuki,â she said simply, taking the last hit of the blunt before passing it on.
suguruâs gaze returned to you. unhurried. unreadable. âAnd you?â he asked you.Â
you said your name quietly, fingers brushing the filter as the blunt reached you â weed almost gone. you inhaled anyway, more out of habit than anything.
âpretty name,â satoru said easily, grinning. âfor a pretty girl.â and this time, it didnât make your skin crawl. it didnât feel like something taken from you. it just⊠existed. light. harmless.
suguru elbowed him gently, a low chuckle slipping out before he could stop it. you noticed then how different they were. how satoru filled the space with noise and presence, while suguru stayed still, observant. listening more than speaking.
just like you and yuki.
and somehow, sitting there under the moonlight, it felt like the night had paired you correctly. like the universe, for once, had gotten something right.
time slipped through your fingers without you noticing. it was nearly two in the morning now, the kind of hour where everything feels quieter and more honest. the wind tangled gently through your hair, and the ocean hummed softly â a lullaby meant for conversations with strangers you werenât supposed to meet but somehow needed to.
âdo you guys wanna go swimming?â satoru asked suddenly, like the thought had just fallen out of his head.
âwhy not,â suguru replied easily, like this was far from the weirdest idea his friend had ever had.Â
yuki looked between them, then back at you. waiting. she always did. she was in if you were.
âfuck it,â you said, already pulling your top over your head, the night air cool against your skin as you stood there in your bikini. some would be a bit cautious of swimming with two people you just met at two in the morning. but you only live once right?
yuki followed without hesitation, shedding her clothes until she stood beside you â black bikini catching the moonlight, rhinestones shimmering like constellations across her skin.
the boys kicked off their shoes, tugged off their shirts, and jeans. laughter soft and careless as they followed behind you in nothing but their boxers.Â
Both of them looked like theyâd been sculpted by some cruel Greek god with too much time and talent. Satoru had the body of a swimmer â lean, sharp, broad shoulders, biceps prominent. effortless. All long limbs and easy confidence, like he didnât even have to try.Â
And Suguru⊠God. Broad shoulders, strong arms, biceps flexing naturally every time he moved. Veins traced lazily along his forearms, his abs defined like theyâd been carved by Zeus himself â deliberate, unfair, almost intimidating.
It felt illegal to be standing this close. More illegal to be looking.
the beach turned treacherous near the shoreline. smooth stones pressed painfully into your feet, stealing your balance with every step.
yuki sprinted ahead, splashing into the water with a shout. satoru was right after her, water flying everywhere as they disappeared into chaos almost immediately. you moved slower, careful â wincing as the rocks shifted beneath you, nearly losing your balance.
then suguru was there.
he held out his hand without a word, a small, reassuring smile on his face. you hesitated for half a second before taking it. his touch was gentle. grounding. far more intimate than it had any right to be.
the water swallowed you gradually, stealing the warmth from your skin. colder than you expected. colder than it shouldâve been.
âi-itâs so cold,â you laughed softly, shivering.
suguru chuckled. âget in all at once,â he said, stepping closer. âthen you wonât even feel it.â
behind you, yuki and satoru were barely visible â splashing, laughing, chasing each other through the water. yuki kept him at bay with relentless waves until satoru finally gave up, hands raised dramatically as he stood there, defeated.
âmoron,â suguru muttered, though the smile he tried to hide gave him away. you waded deeper together, still holding hands long after the rocks stopped hurting your feet. when you finally let go, he noticed it immediately. his eyes dropped to where your hands had separated before lifting back to your face.
âthey really match each otherâs energy,â you said quietly. âyeah,â he replied, stepping closer. âthey really do.â his attention didnât drift back to them. it stayed on you.
and suddenly, the ocean felt warmer.Â
youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel it â the tension, warm and electric, settling between you like it had always been waiting there. it lingered in the space where his hand had been, in the way his attention hadnât wavered.
it didnât last long. salt water came flying at suguruâs face.
âlove birds!â satoru shouted, far too close for comfort, laughter spilling out of him. âyou gonna swim or are you just gonna stand there?â
suguru didnât even bother replying.
instead, he hooked an arm around satoruâs neck, pulling him into a loose headlock. satoru laughed loudly, splashing wildly as he tried â and failed â to escape.
âwho are you trying to impress?â satoru teased. âyou know iâd win in a fight.â suguru chuckled low before shoving him straight into the water.
the boys bickered back and forth, their voices echoing across the waves, while you and yuki laughed together â at them, with them, about nothing and everything all at once.
âyuki, letâs race!â satoru suddenly challenged. she didnât hesitate. never did.
they took off, water spraying behind them as they swam farther and farther out, laughter growing distant until it was just you and suguru left behind.
the ocean felt deeper now. quieter.
âcan you still stand here?â you asked, swimming a little closer. you knew he was tall â but you hadnât expected him to still be grounded this far out, feet firmly planted beneath the waves.
without hesitation, he stepped closer. one arm slipped around your waist, steady and sure. close enough that you could rest against him, close enough that your legs could finally relax.
âbetter?â he asked, head tilting slightly. the moonlight carved soft shadows across his face, making him look almost unreal. magnetic. âyeah,â you said quietly. âthank you. my legs were getting tired.â
you looked up at him. he looked right back. warmth bloomed across your cheeks, sudden and undeniable. you hoped the darkness hid it â hoped the moonlight didnât give you away.
but if it did, suguru didnât say anything. he just held you there a little longer.
after a while â after too much splashing, laughing, chasing each other through the water â you finally made your way back to shore. your fingers were wrinkled from the salt, skin buzzing from the cold.
suguru waited for you again, standing steady as he held out his hand. âyouâre such a gentleman,â you teased lightly as you took it. he smiled to himself. quiet. warm. âonly for you.â
then, almost unfairly, he winked.
you sat back down on the tanning beds. this time, yuki shot you a knowing look before plopping down beside satoru. suguru took the spot next to you â close enough that your shoulders brushed. despite having just come out of the freezing ocean, the heat from his body felt grounding. comforting.
none of you bothered going back to the house for towels. now you were all just wet, cold, and slightly ridiculous â stranded on a beach with nothing but moonlight and each other.
yuki pulled out her cigarettes again, offering them around. you took one from your own pack instead. you werenât really a smoker â but this was vacation. rules were looser here.
the lighter made its way to satoru. well â yanked out of yukiâs hand by satoru. he laughed, tossed it to suguru.
suguru lit his cigarette calmly. you expected him to hand the lighter to you.
he didnât.
instead, he reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers brushed your skin. slow. deliberate. his hand lingered against your cheek as he leaned closer, pulling you in just enough. then he lit your cigarette with his. your breath caught.
yuki and satoru were too busy talking â thankfully â because youâd never hear the end of it if yuki noticed this. the way your heart stuttered. the way your hands suddenly forgot what they were supposed to do.
suguru pulled back like nothing had happened, a small smirk playing on his lips as he exhaled smoke and faced forward again. you, on the other hand, were completely ruined.
your brain stalled. static everywhere. it took a second to force yourself back into place â to remind yourself that someone shouldnât have this much power over you with so little effort.
but it had felt⊠intimate. dangerously so. and the worst part? you were starting to think that anything he did would feel intimate.
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it had to be somewhere around four in the morning by now. phones blinking red, clothes still damp and clinging to skin, hair itching against your neck. the cigarette pack felt dangerously light in your hand. âWe should go home, yu,â you nudged yuki gently.
âalready?â satoru pouted, dramatic as ever. âdude,â suguru laughed, shaking his head, âweâve been here since midnight.â yuki glanced between them. âyou guys can come with us if you want.â
suguru looked at you. âis your place close?â you nodded. âfive-minute walk.â
you grabbed your bag and stood, the others following easily.
âweâll walk you,â suguru said, falling into step beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world. yuki led the way with satoru at her side, their voices blending into soft background noise. âis your place far from here?â you asked quietly. âif its far you really dont have to walk usâ
ânah,â suguru replied. âjust a few minutes from here.â then, with a hint of amusement, âdonât worry your pretty head about it.â
your heart skipped â ridiculous how even the smallest comment from him could leave you lightheaded.
your place came into view soon after. a white house with warm wooden details, plants spilling over the balcony and hanging from the roof like it had grown there naturally.
you stopped at the front door. âdo you guys wanna come in?â yuki asked before you even had time to process the question. âthought youâd never ask,â satoru grinned, practically bouncing inside.
the calm shattered instantly â replaced by a white-haired, twenty-something ball of energy who clearly didnât believe in being tired. suguru followed more quietly, sighing as he watched his friend explore like a dog in a new place.
yuki dropped onto the couch. satoru followed. suguru took the seat beside her.
your social battery flickered dangerously low. you slipping for a quite moment alone in the kitchen.
yuki was an extrovert through and through â the kind who could talk for days and still crave more. satoru matched her perfectly. two unstoppable forces feeding off each other.
you were pulled out of your thoughts by yuki padding into the kitchen. âyou okay, babe?â she asked, leaning casually against the island. âi shouldâve asked if you were okay with inviting them in first,â she added quickly, as if she needed to explain herself â even though you hadnât said a word.
âitâs okay, yu,â you reassured her, smiling softly. âgo back. have some fun. iâll be there in a few.â you waved her off, and for once, she actually listened.
you sipped your water, the cool liquid grounding you, and slipped upstairs to change into your pyjamas. your clothes were still damp, clinging to all the wrong places, making the air feel colder against your skin.
when you came back down, the living room had transformed. truth or dare â childish, ridiculous, but somehow exactly the kind of chaos that made the night feel endless â was in full swing. âare you finally joining us?â satoru asked, chin propped on the back of the couch, lips forming that signature pout.
you hummed softly in response, letting yourself sink into the chair opposite them. suguruâs gaze flickered your way. heâd expected you to sit next to him. or at least closer.
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the night had stretched on longer than any of you had planned. stories spilled freely between laughter and half-hearted groans â satoru talking about his first threesome at eighteen with two women who turned out to be friends of his aunt; how he once beat someone up for mocking his digimon collection; the first kiss he remembered at fourteen.
suguru was quieter, letting only a few funny anecdotes slip â like the time he smoked so much weed he passed out in a pantry, only to be found the next day by his parents like some overstuffed raccoon. at first, he hadnât liked satoru â too loud, too obnoxious â but over time, he had grown to love him. and now they're inseparable.
yuki had offered almost everything from her life willingly: first crush, first kiss, the awkward near-kiss with her brotherâs girlfriend, and the seven-minutes in heaven where she had lost her virginity, at a frat party that had been heavy and messy in all the wrong ways.
you had been hesitant, fading in and out of the conversation. sleep clawed at your eyelids. you told them about being a frat sweetheart once â three guys vying for your attention until one eventually quit the fratâ about jumping off a roof into a pool at your first big party, ending with a broken arm. the stories made you laugh quietly, even as exhaustion seeped into your bones.
somewhere along the night, the sun had started creeping into the sky. satoru and yuki had ended up half-cuddled on the couch â her legs dangling over his thighs, his arm stretched behind her like he owned the space. you watched them quietly for a moment before excusing yourself.
âiâll be right back,â you mumbled, moving to the kitchen for water and snacks, anything to keep yourself awake. it had to be near 6:30 a.m. by now. sleep had long abandoned you.
you werenât looking where you were going, your mind foggy, when you walked straight into something â no, someone.
you yelped and stumbled back, nearly dropping your water bottle.
âcareful,â a calm, low voice said.
you looked up and your breath caught. suguru was standing near the counter, arms crossed casually, expression unreadable. the soft morning light spilling through the window hit just right, casting shadows across his face and making him look⊠impossibly close, impossibly present.
âyou scared me,â you said, laughing nervously, brushing a hair from your face. he chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest.Â
âi think weâre heading home soon,â he said, looking down at you. you had no reason to feel a twinge of disappointment. yet you did. âyou seem tired, and i donât want to keep you up.â
âohâyou can sleep here if you want,â you blurted, instantly wishing you hadnât. âi meanâsatoru and yuki look like theyâre⊠busy, so if you donât want to go home alone, you could⊠stay here.â you overexplained yourself, cheeks burning.
he shook his head slightly, expression softening. âi appreciate that⊠really,â he said quietly, stepping just a fraction closer. âbut i should probably head home. donât want to overstep, you know?â
âoh,â you whispered, a little disappointed but trying not to show it.
smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âbut⊠that doesnât mean i donât enjoy moments like this,â he said, motioning subtly to the quiet kitchen, the soft morning light, the two of you alone. âitâs⊠enough for now. good things are meant to be savored.â
you swallowed, aware of how close he still was, his presence warm and steady. âenough for now,â you echoed softly, letting the moment linger.
he pushed back a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your skin lightly. then, almost without warning, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. him slightly bending down because of the height difference.Â
you froze for a second, heat rushing up your neck, your heart skipping. it wasnât bold or demanding â it was careful, deliberate, intimate in the quietest way possible.
âexactly,â he murmured, leaning lightly against the counter, just enough to keep that subtle heat between you. âwell see each other again.â
you couldnât help but smile, your heart doing that stupid fluttery thing. you repeated what he said in your head, knowing you wanted there to be.
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Satoru ended up staying the night with Yuki. Luckily, the house had two bedrooms â and even luckier, it was well soundproofed.
It was sometime around 3 p.m. when you finally woke up.
Padding into the kitchen, you were met with the sight of Satoru and Yuki sitting side by side at the island, perched on the bar stools, staring at each other like the rest of the world didnât exist. Satoru was shirtless, hair a mess, a piece of toast hanging lazily from his hand. Yuki was wearing an oversized shirt that looked suspiciously like the one Satoru had on the night before.
âGood morning, lovebirds,â you teased, leaning against the doorway. âMorning,â Satoru said easily, taking another bite of toast. Then his grin widened. âWhereâs Suguru?â
âHe went home last night,â you replied. âDidnât want to keep me up any longer.â The toast slipped from Satoruâs fingers and landed back on the plate with a dull thud.
âHe what?â He stared at you like youâd just told him the sky was green. âThat man was practically eye-fucking you all night and still couldnât pull through?â
Yuki scoffed, nudging him with her elbow. âSheâs not the type for hookups. And honestly? It just means heâs respectful.â Satoru gasped dramatically. âDid you just imply that Iâm not respectful?â
They immediately dissolved into bickering, voices overlapping, both talking at once. You smiled to yourself â they really were painfully cute together â but your thoughts drifted back to the quiet kitchen from earlier that morning. The warmth. The soft kiss to your cheek. The way it had stayed with you long after.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Satoruâs phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then broke into a grin and turned it toward Yuki. She looked at it, eyes lighting up. âCan you get the door?â she asked you casually.
Suspicious, you did as she said. When you opened it, Suguru was standing there.
His hair was pulled back into a loose bun, black baggy jeans hanging low on his hips, a simple white t-shirt hugging him just right. The same silver chain rested against his collarbone â but today, there were rings on his fingers, catching the light in a way that made your stomach flip.Â
âhello, beautiful,â he said, smirking as he leaned against the wall. He pushed himself upright and stepped inside like heâd been there a hundred times before.
âYou here for Satoru?â you asked, raising a brow. âThatâs what I tell myself,â he said, lowering his voice as he stayed back in the hallway with you. âBut we both know I came to see you again.â
Before you could respond, he pulled you into a brief hug. His cologne hit you instantly â warm, woody, familiar. Comforting.
The moment didnât last.
Satoru suddenly burst into the hallway. âThereâs my bestest friend!â
Suguru rolled his eyes as Satoru dragged him into an aggressive hug.
âMissed you too,â Suguru muttered dryly.
Satoru hauled him toward the kitchen island, and you followed close behind.
âSo,â Satoru said, clapping his hands together. âPlans for tonight?â
âWeâre visiting the night market,â Yuki answered, leaning into him comfortably. âThen probably going to sleep"
âOh, boring,â Satoru said with a grin, clearly joking. âYou guys should join us tonight,â he added, winking at Yuki.Â
âweâre going to a beach club tonight,â Satoru finished, stretching his arms over his head like he owned the place already. âSunset. drinks. Music. Bad decisions after dark.â
Yuki laughed softly. âYouâre so predictable.â
âPredictably fun,â he corrected.
Suguru leaned back against the counter, eyes flicking briefly to you before returning to Satoru. âyou say that like it wonât turn into chaos by midnight.â
âThatâs when things actually happen,â Satoru shrugged. He looked at you. âYou in?â
You hesitated for only a moment. The day had been slow, hazy, still clinging to sleep â but the thought of warm air, dim lights, and the ocean at night made your chest flutter. âYeah,â you said. âSounds nice.â
Satoru grinned. âKnew it.â
Yuki bumped your shoulder. âWeâll rest for a bit, then get ready. I refuse to show up looking half-dead.â âCoward,â Satoru muttered.
They disappeared down the hallway again, already bickering. The house settled into quiet after their voices faded.
Suguru stayed behind, hands tucked into his pockets now. âYou sure youâll have the energy?â he asked, voice low. âYou looked pretty exhausted earlier.â
âIâll survive,â you smiled. âBesides⊠I donât want to miss out.â His gaze lingered on you for a second longer than necessary. âGood,â he said softly. âIâd hate to spend the night without you there.â
Your stomach flipped. You looked away, pretending to straighten something on the counter. âYou say things like that very casually.â He chuckled under his breath. âOnly because you make it easy.â
Before you could reply, Satoru shouted from down the hall, âNo disappearing acts, you two! Sunset waits for no one.â
Suguru sighed. âSee? Unbearable.â
You smiled. âStill lovable.â
âBarely,â he said, but the fondness in his voice gave him away.
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Satoru and Suguru had gone home not long after, promising to meet up again at 12 at a well-known beach club. But it was only 4 p.m now, and the whole day was still ahead of you.
You and Yuki wandered through a local market first, sampling every fruit, snack, and dish that looked remotely interesting. Mangoes so sweet they nearly melted in your mouth, crispy fried treats, and little skewers with fresh seafood and various kinds of meats.
Afterwards, you visited a temple. It was breathtaking. Sunlight spilled through carved details, incense curled lazily through the air, and moss-covered stone and statues stood quietly among offerings and scattered petals.
The final stop of the day was a white-sand beach. The water was a mix of deep green and blue, and the sand was so bright it practically glowed. By the time you arrived, it was close to 6 p.m. and nearly empty, making it feel like your own private paradise.
âSo⊠you and Suguru?â Yuki asked suddenly, smirking from her spot on a tanning bed, her light-blue bikini catching the last of the sun. âWhat?â you giggled, pretending not to get it.
âActing like you didnât have a six-foot-three puppy following you around all night,â she teased. You glanced over at Satoru, who was dangling next to Yuki like some devoted dog, and had to laugh.
âSo did you,â you said a little too defensively, and immediately knew it. Yukiâs smirk widened â she was definitely getting somewhere.
âDonât divert,â she wagged a finger at you, hair shoved into a messy bun. âSuguru seemed really into you. Like⊠really into you.â
âI meanâŠâ you hesitated, smiling, âweâll see where the night takes us.â
âPfft,â Yuki scoffed, clearly not satisfied. âYou have to do something tonight. If not, Iâm totally forcing something between the two of you.â
You laughed and shook your head. âIâll survive, donât worry. Come on, I want to go swimming.â
Grabbing her hand, you pulled her toward the water. The temperature was perfect now â warmer than last night, calm, inviting, and crystal clear. The two of you ran into the gentle waves, laughing as the soft sunset reflected off the water.
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It was 9 p.m. when you got back, after taking one last dip in the ocean as the sun melted into the horizon.
Back at the house, you and Yuki got ready together â showers, drying hair, doing makeup, a glass of wine sitting on the counter as background fuel. Yuki, of course, was in full storytelling mode, animatedly recounting last nightâs adventures with Satoru. Somehow, even Yuki, who could usually go all night, eventually admitted defeat. Satoru apparently won the stamina battle. You, thankfully, had been out cold and didnât have to hear the details â and the house was surprisingly soundproof, for which you silently thanked some higher power.
Yuki looked incredible. Her makeup flawless, hair framing her face perfectly. Her light-blue sequin dress hugged all the right places, the tiny slit held together by a gold ring teasing just enough to be daring without trying too hard. Honestly, it was the kind of outfit that could make anyone stop in their tracks.
You tried to match her energy, going through seven outfit changes before settling on a darker blue flowy sequin top paired with a lacy white skirt. Jewelry clinked softly as you moved, and heels gave you just enough extra height to feel confident.
You werenât sure who you were trying to impress â okay, maybe you knew â but something inside you insisted on looking perfect for Suguru. It wasnât just the way he looked at you, or how calm and impossible he seemed; it was that quiet pull, the little gnawing feeling that made you want to be⊠seen by him, in just the right light.
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You arrived at the beach club around 11, Yuki by your side. The music hit immediately â loud, bass shaking through your chest, the kind that made your skin tingle. People were in barely-there outfits, the kind that made you and Yuki feel like saints by comparison. Somewhere near a palm tree, someone was puking. On the dance floor, another was snorting coke. A boy tried to dance with a girl and got slapped instead. Classic.
Before you could take it all in, a strong arm wrapped around your shoulder.
âLadies,â Satoru said, that signature goofy grin plastered across his face, his arm draped casually over Yuki, now standing between you and her.
You turned slightly, leaving Yuki under Satoruâs arm. âThe day was so boring without you,â he pouted, sliding his hand to guide her head onto his shoulder.
Yuki giggled, draping her arm across his back. âMissed you too,â she murmured in his ear, thinking you couldnât hear her.
âSuguruâs getting some drinks, by the way,â Satoru winked at you. âGo get him.â Not sure if he was serious or just wanted a few minutes of Yuki-time.
You nodded and stepped deeper into the club. The music pounded in your ears, your head spinning just slightly from the day, the sun, and maybe the wine earlier.
At the bar, you spotted him. Suguru. Baggy jeans, black shirt hugging him just right â there wasnât much left to imagine.
âHey,â you said as you slid next to him.
âIf that isnât a pleasant surprise,â he smirked, turning to you. Without hesitation, he draped an arm over your shoulder, tugging you closer. His other arm rested casually on the bar.
âDoing good?â he asked.
You nodded and leaned slightly into him. âYou?â
âBetter now that youâre here.âÂ
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Yuki and Satoru alternated between bickering and making out like two love-struck idiots. You and Suguru, meanwhile, slipped into an easy, comfortable conversation. His arm stayed over your shoulder; you leaned into him without thinking.
âWanna leave?â he asked, glancing down at you.
You looked up at him. âNot like theyâll notice.â He tilted his head toward Yuki and Satoru, who were somewhere between kissing and swallowing each otherâs tongues.
You agreed, and before you could even say the word, he grabbed your hand and led you toward the exit. You assumed heâd hailed a cab, maybe take you back to his place â not that youâd complain â but instead, he guided you further from the club. The music became a soft hum behind you.
A small stone path led to the beach. You bent to take off your heels. because heels in the sandâ yikes.
âDonât bother,â he said, catching your wrist.
Next thing you knew, he had you in his arms, bridal style, carrying you effortlessly across the sand. He didnât put you down until he reached a set of white wooden chairs. Instead of setting you down, he sat, and you settled in his lap.
The ocean stretched behind you, moonlight glinting off the water, and for the first time that night, it felt like the world had shrunk just to the two of you.
âyou didnât have to carry meâ you said while fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. âi know.â he looked down at you âi wanted to.â
âyoure ridiculousâ you muttered, but there was no real bite to it. He tilted his head, studying you for a second like he was deciding how honest to be.
âMm,â he hummed, unbothered. âYou still didnât stop me.â You looked away toward the water, the moonlight stretching across the waves. âDidnât feel like arguing.â
âThat so?â His hand rested easy at your waist, warm, grounding. Not moving. Not pushing. Silence settled between youânot awkward, just full. The kind that didnât need filling.
After a moment, he spoke again. âYouâve been running around all day. Club, heat, heels.â A pause. âFigured you deserved a break.â
Your fingers curled slightly in your lap. âYou always this considerate?â
He let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh. âOnly when it matters.â
You glanced back at him then, catching the way his gaze lingeredâcalm, steady, unreadable in that dangerous way. No rush. No expectations.
His hand slid from your waist to your cheek, gentle but deliberate, guiding your face up until you had no choice but to meet his gaze. Not that you wanted to look away.
His eyes were softâfocused entirely on you, like the rest of the world had quietly stepped aside. You werenât sure if the slight tremble in your body came from the night air, the way you were dressed, or simply him standing this close.
He leaned in just a fraction, close enough that you could feel his breath, then paused. He noticed the hesitation, didnât miss itânot once.
âCan I?â he asked quietly, the words barely louder than the ocean behind you, his lips only centimeters from yours.
He waited. Truly waited.
When you nodded, barely perceptible, he leaned in slowlyâno rush, no claiming. His lips brushed yours first, feather-light, like he was testing the moment rather than taking it. The kind of kiss that asks instead of tells.
Then he kissed you again, just a little firmer this time. Warm. Careful. His hand stayed at your cheek, thumb resting beneath your eye as if anchoring you there. The world narrowed to the soft press of his lips, the quiet breath you shared, the way your body finally stilled when it realized this wasnât something to brace for.
You melted into it without thinking, lips parting just enough to deepen the kiss. He responded immediatelyâbut still restrained, still gentleâtilting his head, keeping it slow, like he wanted to memorize the feeling rather than rush past it.
When he pulled back, it wasnât far. Just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he breathed, the words more of a confession than a compliment.
âWhat do youââ you barely had time to finish before he leaned in again, kissing you deeper this time. It wasnât rushed or desperate, just fullâlike heâd been holding back all night and finally let himself feel it.
His hand slid to the side of your neck, not gripping, just grounding you there, thumb resting lightly beneath your jaw. The touch sent a quiet shiver through you, something warm pooling in your chest as you melted into him without thinking.Â
his hand now softly resting on your thigh. his hand creeping higher until his hand was underneath your skirt. he kept it there for a while, giving your thigh a light squeeze. you could feel the corners of his lips twitch when his mouth was pressed against yours. he pulled away just for a second.
his hand still resting on your thigh, creeping higherâslow, deliberateâuntil his fingers slip beneath the edge of your skirt. a pause. just the heat of his palm, the gentle pressure of his thumb kneading your skin. you shiver, breath hitching as he holds it there⊠watching you react. then, the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips against yoursâhe pulls back just an inch, close enough to feel each exhale.
a slight tilt of the head. his mouth meets yours, and the touch is achingly sweet and slow, lips parting and seeking. tongue flicking against yours; a soft, slick noise in the quiet. you can't help but gasp, fingers digging into the back of his shirt as he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against yours, one of his hands coming up to the back of your neck and holding you there, keeping youâ
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your phone screams to life like a betrayal, shattering the hush like glass. he doesnât pull away right away. his hand lingers low on your thigh, warm and heavy with intention, fingers slackening just slightlyâretreating an inch, but not leaving. like heâs reluctant to let go of the heat he stoked.
you suck in a shaky breath as you answer, voice wobbly but trying so hard to sound normal:Â Â Â
âitâs yuki,â eyes now on your phone, before they twitched back to his lipsâswollen nowâfrom kissing you. âtheyâre probably looking for usâŠâ
his only response? a soft hum against your neck where he presses a lazy kissâ just because he canâwhile you try (and fail) to focus on words coming from the other end of the line.
you can feel his hand slide just a little bit higher up your thigh when he replies. "they can wait," he murmurs, hand kneading the soft flesh under your skirt. "I'm not done with you just yet."
âSuguru,â you whispered, pressing your hands to his chestâsoft but firm. âWe should head back.â Â
he didnât argue. just exhaled through his nose, low and warm, like he was memorizing the feel of you beneath him a second longer before pulling away. then, in one smooth motion, he hoisted you up against his chest. he carried you down the shadowed stone path like it was nothing.
back into the clubâs dim glow and pulsing bassline. back to reality.
Yuki and Satoru sat near a corner table. Satoru raised an eyebrow so high it nearly touched his hairline. "Oh?" His voice dripped sarcasm like honey laced with poison. "Took your sweet time."Â Â
Suguru said nothingâjust adjusted how he held you and gave him that same blank-faced stare.Â
Yuki grinned from ear to ear as she saw you on suguruâs arm.Â
she linked her arm through Satoruâs. âI think Iâm gonna call it a night,â she saidâbut then leaned close to satoru and whispered: âToruâs getting lucky tonight~â before winking at him playfullyâand at you for good measure.
âIâm going home with Toru tonight,â she corrected herself (sorta), already stepping toward the exit glued to Satoru's side like magnetized limbs.
âGo ahead!â You waved them off brightly despite your flushed cheeks still glowing from when Suguru had kissed you just minutes agoâ "Have fun!"Â Â
as they disappeared into the cool morning air silence settled between us again⊠broken only by Suguru's quiet chuckle behind closed lipsâ
You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, eyes fixed anywhere but on him. The music from the beach club thumped softly behind you, warm air clinging to your skin as you weighed the words in your head. You were thinking about asking him to come home with you, but just didnât know how to ask
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, fingers lifting your chin until you had no choice but to meet his gaze.
âI was wondering,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady, âif you wanna come with me tonight.â The words came out a little too fastâ a little too nervousÂ
âWe donât have to do anything,â you added quickly, a nervous laugh slipping out. âYukiâs going to your place with satoru, so⊠I thought maybe youâd want some company.â You were already over-explaining, even though you knew you didnât need to.
He wouldâve gone with you. Explanation or not.
âSure,â he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead like it was second nature. âThat sounds a lot better than listening to Yuki and Satoru all night.â His smile was soft when he pulled away.
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The house felt strangely isolating without Yuki's presence. Yet, that feeling of loneliness was quickly pushed aside when you sensed his familiar presence behind you.
You slowly turned to face him, and his gaze was already fixated on you.
In one swift motion, he closed the distance between you, pinning you against the wall. His body pressed against yours. His hands roamed up and down your sides, gently massaging the soft curves of your waist.Â
As he kissed you, it felt like time had stopped. His hands gently roamed your body, exploring every curve. You felt his tongue brush against your lips, seeking permission, and you gladly allowed him in. He deepened the kiss, tasting you, exploring your mouth with hunger. Your body melted against him, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. Your mind was filled with nothing but him and this moment, and you never wanted it to end.
As the kiss deepened, his hand drifted down to your hip, gripping it firmly. His body pressed against you even harder, pinning you between him and the wall. You felt his chest rising and falling fast with each ragged breath, the proximity between your bodies electrifying. His lips left yours and began to trail down your jaw, planting soft kisses down your neck, his fingers tracing your heated skin. you were surrendering completely to the intensity of the moment.
he broke away from the kiss.
With a swift and effortless motion, he picked you up, lifting you off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, securing yourself against him. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, while the other cradled the back of your legs, supporting you. He moved with a sense of urgency, carrying you towards the nearby couch.
When he reached the couch, he dropped you down onto it gently, your body sinking into the plush cushions. He was on top of you in an instant, his hands roaming across your body once more, as if memorizing every inch of you.
His lips claimed yours again, as if he was a man parched for water and you were the only source. His kisses were rough and urgent, his hands gripping your waist tightly. You could feel the desperation in his touch, as if he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. He kissed you with a fierceness that made your head swim, his tongue delving deep into your mouth, seeking more of you, more of this.
He pulled away, his hands slowly traveling down your body, his touch feather-light. His fingers brushed along your upper thigh, sending a shiver through you.
He looked at you, his expression a mix of concern and desire. "Are you sure you still want this?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse. "You don't have to do anything just because you feel like you have to. I need to know you want this just as much as I do."
His breathing hitched as you grabbed his hand and guided it towards your core. He could feel the heat radiating from you, the desire in your eyes almost overwhelming.
You pleaded up at him, your voice filled with need. "Please," you said, your hands still holding his, guiding him closer. "I need you. I want this.â
He groaned at your words, the sound a mix of pleasure and restrained control. He moved his hand higher, his fingers tracing along the edges of your clothes. "You drive me insane," he murmured, his voice growing more ragged. "The way you look at me...the way you move...."
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By the time dawn finally broke, the two of you were exhausted but utterly sated. The entire night had been a blur of pleasure and passion, a whirlwind of sensations that had left you both spent and content.Â
That night, he took you apart in ways you'd never imagined possibleâtangled in bedsheets, pressed against walls, twisted into positions you hadn't known existed. Each time you thought you couldn't possibly fall apart again, he proved you wrong, dragging another shuddering climax from you until you were gasping, oversensitive and trembling beneath him. His hands, his mouth, his bodyâevery touch was calculated to unravel you completely. By the time exhaustion finally claimed you both, you were certain no one had ever worshipped pleasure the way he did. Â
Suguru's body was tangled with yours, his breathing slow and even as he slept peacefully. You watched him for a few moments, admiring the rise and fall of his chest, the way his face relaxed in slumber. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.Â
he kissed your temple and you drifted asleep with him wrapped around you.Â
The day crept in sooner than you'd hoped. Â
Sunlight poured through the window, catching on Suguruâs featuresâgold spilled across his cheekbones, his hair a soft mess draped perfectly over his forehead. Still asleep. Still unfairly beautiful. You took the moment to memorize him: the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips parted just slightly. Â
Heâd done the impossibleârebuilt your faith in men, then ruined you for anyone else in the same breath. Â
Most of your past encounters had been forgettable at bestâhurried, selfish, leaving you emptier than before. But Suguru? Heâd mapped your body like he was learning a language, coaxed pleasure from you until you lost count. Now the thought of anyone else touching you felt laughable. Â
And that was the cruelest part. Â
This wasnât real life. This was holiday loveâ the kind that burns bright and leaves only warmth behind when itâs gone. Temporary. Already slipping through your fingers with every tick of the clock. Â
The ache settled in too soonâan unwelcome ghost under your skin. Â
This wasnât regret for him. No, youâd never regret Suguruâs hands, his mouth, the way he made you feel like something sacred. Â
The regret was yours alone. Â
For letting yourself imagine, even for a second, that this could be more than borrowed time. For the way your chest tightened when he smiled at you like you were the only one in the room. Â
You swallowed the lump in your throat. Stupid. So stupid. Â
Sleep still clung to him, giving his voice a hoarse edge that curled in your stomach even as you tried to ignore it. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close until your body was pressed against the warmth of him.
"Morning," he murmured again, and you could feel his chin nuzzling into your hair. As he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you, you had to fight the shiver it sent down your spine. "Sleep well?"
You let out a soft hum in response, still drowsy with sleep, and attempted to wriggle freeâonly to find Suguruâs arms locked around you like steel bands. The man might as well have been part boa constrictor with how effortlessly he kept you pinned against him. Â
Just as you opened your mouth to protest, the door slammed open with a crash. Â
âTold you itâd work,â Satoruâs voice rang out, far too cheerful for the hour. Â
You turned your head just in time to see him and Yuki strutting in, dressed like theyâd raided a tourist trapâs clearance rackâSatoru in an eyesore of a blue Hawaiian shirt, Yuki in a neon pink counterpart. Â
Suguruâs grip tightened around you instinctively. âWhat the hell are you wearing?â Â
Satoru leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. âMore important questionâhow are you two?â Â
Suguru exhaled sharply through his nose, already done with this conversation. But his hold on you didnât loosen. Not even a little. Â
"We're fine," Suguru muttered, rubbing his temples like he was already nursing a headache. "Now get out." He punctuated the demand by hurling a pillow straight at Satoru's smirking face. Â
Yuki just grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. Her plan had been simple: leave them alone and let nature take its course. And sure, maybe she and Satoru had ulterior motivesâafter all, this arrangement meant they'd get some uninterrupted time of their own. Â
Satoru dodged the pillow with a laugh. "Relax, lover boy. We'll be out of your hairâ"Â Â
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Suguru turned back to you with a look that sent heat pooling low in your stomach. His fingers gently tilted your chin up as he leaned in, the brush of his lips soft at firstâa barely-there tease that made your breath catch. But then his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, and suddenly the kiss deepened into something hungrier, his hands sliding down your bare sides with possessive intent. Â
You broke away with a breathless laugh, pressing a palm against his chest. "Still sore," you murmured, biting your lip when his thumb stroked over your hipbone in silent protest. "And Yu and Satory are downstairs," you pointed out, amused. Â
His groan was low and frustrated.Â
With obvious reluctance, he pulled away, dragging his discarded shirt back on while you tried (and failed) to hide how unsteady your legs felt descending the stairs. The smug glance he shot you over his shoulder said he noticed anyway. Â
You and Yuki were leaving in two days, and as much as you didnât want to think about it, you knew youâd probably never see this gorgeous man again.
An older woman eventually came by with the check, smiling warmly at the table. âYou all make such sweet couples,â she said.
âOh, weâreââ you started, but Suguru cut you off smoothly, clearly reading the direction you were headed in. His arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you closer like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âThank you,â he said easily. âI wouldnât know what Iâd do without her.â He smiled like youâd been his wife for twenty years, like you were something heâd chosen over and over again.
The woman pressed a hand to her chest. âYou remind me of my grandchildren,â she said, fishing her phone out of her pocket. âLook â my oldest granddaughter just got married.â She beamed as she showed you the picture.
âShe looks beautiful,â Yuki said warmly. Then, glancing at Satoru, she added, âWish that could be us one day,â nudging him playfully.Â
âWell, at this rate, youâll be in a wedding dress by the end of the year,â the woman winked.
âYouâre putting some pretty high expectations on me,â Satoru laughed.
She sighed happily. âItâs so refreshing to see young couples like you. Everyoneâs always so busy these days â no time for love anymore. This,â she gestured to all of you, âthis is beautiful.â
You were pretty sure she was on the verge of tears.
After a few more stories and far too many photos of her grandchildren and some of their weddings, she finally placed the bill on the table. A bold discount was printed at the bottom.
âI gave you all a little discount,â she said with a wink. âConsider it a couples discount.â
Satoru thanked her, insisting he pay the full amount, but she wouldnât hear it and waved him off
Suguru reached for the check, but Satoru beat him to it, paying for all of you. He left a generous tip â more than enough to make up for the discount. Even without the discount, the tip wouldâve been generous.
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Suguru went back to change but met up with you again not long after. The day blurred together after that â sightseeing, eating, buying far too many souvenirs and clothes you definitely didnât need.
By nightfall, you were wandering through a famous night market. Food stalls stretched endlessly in every direction, the air thick with sugar and fried dough. Satoru, unsurprisingly, decided to order *everything* â mango sticky rice, fruit cups, fruit skewers, candy, pudding, jellies, fried ice cream, normal ice cream, and an absurd cardboard carrier holding eight bright-colored drinks.
Yuki and you, on the other hand, opted for something that actually counted as dinner, refusing to survive on sugar alone.
You all settled at a small table, conversation flowing easily â comfortable, familiar. âHate to be the one to break the bad news, butâŠâ Satoru set his bright blue drink down with a sigh. âSuguru and I are leaving tomorrow.â
Suguruâs gaze found yours immediately, like he was bracing for your reaction. It was inevitable, really. Just vacation love.
âOh,â you said softly. His hand rested on your thigh already, but this time his fingers curled a little tighter.
âWhat time?â Yuki asked, clearly unimpressed by the announcement. âSix p.m.,â Satoru said, forcing a smile. âSo weâve got the whole night and morning.â
The conversation picked back up easily after that, but Suguru never quite stopped watching you. âI wish we couldâve stayed longer,â he murmured, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.
âYeah,â you exhaled. âIt sucks. But like Satoru said â weâve got the night and the morning.â You tried to sound optimistic, even if your chest felt a little tight.
You glanced at him, a small smile playing on your lips. âWe can still make it unforgettable.â His lips curved into a slow smile of his own. âOh,â he said quietly, âIâm sure we will.â
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After eating way too much, you all went down to the beach â a walk to digest, maybe a swim if the water was inviting. Yuki and Satoru wandered a few steps ahead, joking and nudging each other, while you and Suguru fell a little behind, fingers brushing until you linked hands.
âI donât usually do this kind of stuff,â he said, voice low, thumb tracing circles over your hand.
âWhat kind of stuff?â you asked, careful not to sound too eager. âFalling for someone on vacation,â he admitted, almost as if he were talking to himself.
He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through the quiet night. "Thisâ" he squeezes your hand gentlyâ"is a first."
âAm I the honored one?â you ask, squeezing back, letting a small laugh escape.Â
Suguru laughs, low and warm. "I suppose you are," he replies, tugging you a little closer as you walk, your footsteps falling in sync with his.
Suguru laughed, a low, easy sound. âI suppose you are,â he said, tugging you slightly closer as you walked, your steps falling in sync with his.
He glanced down at you, eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight. âYou look pleased.â
âAnd what if I am?â you said, clinging to his arm now.
âThen Iâll show you tonight just how honored you are,â he said, winking.
You swatted his bicep lightly, smirking.Â
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The walk quickly turned chaotic when Yuki and Satoru bolted into the water, laughing hysterically in nothing but their underwear.
You and Suguru followed behind, but you froze as the memory of how cold the water had been last time hit you.
Suguru noticed your hesitation and, with a grin, hoisted you onto his shoulders.
âHey! Suguruâwait!â you protested, laughing, but you knew it was useless.
The moment his feet hit the water, a shock of cold made you squeal, the waves splashing over both of you. He steadied you effortlessly, holding you close as he set you back on the sand.
âDonât tell Satoru,â he murmured, leaning close to your ear. âBut this vacation got ten times better when you showed up.â
He pulled back and winked at you. Heat rose in your chest, and without thinking, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
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After drying off, you walked toward Suguruâs and Satoruâs rented house â Yuki and Satoru disappeared into the downstairs bathroom, leaving you and Suguru alone. He led you to his corner of the house, where his bathroom was immaculate â neat and organized, even for someone just on holiday.
With his clothes on the floor behind him, he stood there, unabashed and unbothered. It wasn't as if you hadn't before, but it was enough to make your cheeks tinge with a hint of pink.
"I'll wait outside for you," you said, reaching for the door, but his hand quickly encircled your wrist. "Join me," he requested simply.
You longingly looked at his self-assurance, wishing you too could exhibit that same level of confidence. Hesitating briefly, you removed your own clothes before stepping into the shower with him.
His lips met yours hungrily as the hot water cascaded over the two of you. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, as the kiss deepened, filled with a burning intensity. His tongue teased against your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you were unable to resist the allure of himÂ
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as he whispered, "I'll miss you." There was a hint of regret and longing in his voice that pierced through the sound of the shower.
As he tenderly washed your hair and meticulously scrubbed your body, you found a bittersweet comfort in his touch. Now, lying in his bed, enveloped by the familiar scent of him, you watched as he neatly packed his belongings into a suitcase.
He lay beside you, pulling you close to his chest. Your gaze met his as you asked, "Do you think we'll ever see each other again?"Â
He held you tightly, his words a mixture of reassurance and determination. "I promise, I'll make sure of it," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
The touch of his hands on your body sent ripples of desire through every inch of you. As his mouth claimed yours, his hands explored, tracing their way along every contour, igniting a fire within you.
The kiss deepened, fueled by passion and an undeniable connection. His touch became bolder, his fingers exploring uncharted territory as he sought to claim you completely, leaving you gasping for more.
With each passing moment, the room seemed to grow hotter and more intimate as the tension between you escalated. His lips left a trail of fire on your skin, moving from your mouth to your neck, leaving you weak with desire.
His hands continued to rove over your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine. You found yourself arching into his touch, craving more, wanting to be consumed by the intensity of the moment.
The sound of your ragged breathing filled the air as he took control, pinning you back against the bed, his body pressing against yours
With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he chuckled and whispered, "Tonight, I'm gonna ruin you." A shiver ran down your spine as his words hung heavy in the air, promising a night of passion and ecstasy that you could not refuse.
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This evening was different from the night before. It wasn't driven by pure lust or urgency. Instead, his touch was unhurried, almost reverent. He explored every inch of your body as if he was trying to memorize every detail, as if he was afraid he would forget.
His tongue traced a path over every tiny mark on your skin, his lips lingering on each freckle. It felt as if he was worshipping you, taking his time to appreciate every aspect of your beauty. He kissed and caressed you with a tenderness that left you feeling cherished and adored
He worshipped at the altar of your body, his movements a sensual dance that left you trembling with pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensations he invoked, you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment.
His stamina was unrivaled, and he pushed you to the brink again and again, leaving you boneless and utterly spent.
As the sun began to rise, the two of you lay together, your body pressed against his, the comfortable rhythm of conversation filling the air. As each shared memory and experience came up, you couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time you'd have moments like these together.
With each passing moment, the reality of his impending departure loomed closer, casting a bittersweet shadow over the delicate bubble of intimacy you had created together.
âi have something for youâ he said while standing up. he left you in the bed and went to grab something in his suitcase. he returned a moment later and you sat up straight with the blanket covering you. âeyes closed i have multiple things for youâ he said with a hint of ⊠in his voiceÂ
you could hear the ruffle of the plastic bag where he was pulling out stuff from. you felt something soft in your hand. you opened your eyes and it was a small red and golden elephant keychain. it was cute, something you had your eye on at the night market but you stopped yourself since you already had a mountain of souvenirs. âi bought one for my self as well, were matching nowâ he raised his hand revealing a small dark blue and golden elephant keychain.
âTheyre so cute togetherâ you squealed, even being thankful for something so trivial. âClose your eyes againâ he said again.Â
you did as he told you too and felt something soft in your hands again. it wasnt a plushie, it felt more like a piece of clothing. you opened your eyes and it was one of his hoodies.Â
âI want you to have something that would remind you of meâ he seemed almost a bit nervous. it was just a black hoodie with some sort of brand logo, but it was special. it smelled like him and was his. you immediately put it on and it wasâ as expectedâ to big on you but that only added to its charm.Â
âokay last thing. give me your handâ he said and grabbed onto your hand. you closed your eyes again and he slid something cold onto your ring fingerâ but removed it again then onto your middle finger. you opened your eyes and it was his pinky ring. âoh- suguru, are you sure?â you said to him. âyou can have it if you promise to wear it everydayâ
it was a simple silver ring. âpromiseâ he said with a grin. he took it from your middle finger and showed you something on the inside. it had his name on engraved on it. âAre you really sure you want to give this to me, this seems like it has sentimental valueâ you asked worried about him.
âim sureâ he kissed your temple.Â
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As consciousness slowly returned, a peculiar sensation caught your attention. It was unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. You shifted, trying to understand the source of the feeling when you noticed the warmth radiating from the skin between your legs.Â
A shiver raced through your spine as you realized the source of the sensation. Suguru was lavishing his attention on you, his mouth working with an intensity that was both surprising and incredible. It felt like he was devouring you, like he was a man who had spent years dying of thirst, and you were his last drop of water.Â
As small, soft moans escaped your lips, the grip of his fingers on your thighs only grew stronger. Each sound you made seemed to fuel him more, and he moved with a single-minded intensity that sent a wave of heat coursing through your body.
a sharp gasp left your lips as his fingers began their work, each one moving with a precision and finesse that left you breathless. the sensation was like no other, a mix of pleasure and pressure that set your body ablaze. it was like he could read your response, adjusting the speed and pressure with uncanny accuracy, like he was able to read your body's needs like a well-known map. âyou taste so goodâ he moaned out. âcould stay in between your legs foreverâ
his tongue lapping at your core and his fingers working you open. as you climaxed, your vision momentarily filled with a blinding white, almost as if it was filled with stars. Suguru's weight settled on top of you, and he captured your lips in a kiss, allowing you to taste the familiar tang of yourself on his tongue. The aftermath of the shared intimacy left you both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling against one another's.Â
With a heavy heart, he gently pulled away from you, the realization of the time weighing heavily on his expression. "I have to get ready," he murmured, the words cutting through the comfortable atmosphere that had enveloped you. It was already nearing 2 PM, a stark reminder of the looming departure time.
Your discontent was evident in the pout that formed on your lips, and in response, you pressed another kiss onto his lips, as if in a silent plea for just a few more moments of this intimate connection before the inevitable separation.
He climbed out of bed, leaving you with a striking view of his toned back, its muscular expanse adorned with still-fresh scratch marks and a small love bite on his shoulder. The memories of your passionate night were still etched on his skin, a tangible reminder of the intimacy you had shared.
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The entire house was checked one last time for anything left behind â especially Satoruâs corner, which somehow looked like a tornado had passed through it. Once everything was accounted for, the door was closed behind them and the key left exactly where the owner had requested.
You were still wearing Suguruâs hoodie â yours now â the fabric soft and familiar against your skin. His ring sat comfortably on your middle finger, cool and reassuring.
Satoru pulled Yuki into a tight hug, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before turning to you and wrapping you up in one of his own.
âIt was so nice meeting you,â he said, giggling. His eyes flicked down to your hoodie. âThat looks phenomenal on you, by the way.â He winked, fully aware it belonged to his best friend. âAnd is that already a ring on your finger? Suguru, youâve known her for, what, three days?â
Suguru answered with a sharp slap to the back of Satoruâs head. âIt was nice meeting you too,â you said, laughing as you ruffled Satoruâs hair.
Somehow, in just three days, youâd grown close to satoru â as much as time allowed. He was loud and dramatic, always doing the most, but he was also genuinely funny. The kind of person who made goodbyes feel heavier than you expected.
And as you stood there, hoodie sleeves hanging past your hands, ring glinting softly in the light, it all felt painfully real.Â
âIâll miss you,â Suguru said quietly, pulling you into a hug. âSo much.â His chin rested on the top of your head, holding you there like he wasnât quite ready to let go. âIâll miss you too,â you murmured.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, like he was memorizing your face. Then he leaned in and kissed you â slow, gentle, just once.Â
The kiss was a mix of desperation and tender affection, a bittersweet blend of saying goodbye and a desperate attempt to hold on to the moments passing by. His hand gently gripping your chin, he brought his lips to yours in a tender yet urgent touch. There was a hint of finality in the way he kissed you, as if he was trying to imprint the taste, the feel of your lips on his, in his mind, hoping to hold onto the memories despite the inevitable distance. As he slowly pulled away, his gaze met yours, the pain of leaving visible in his eyes.
âWeâll see each other again,â he said, holding onto your hand and pressing a small kiss to your knuckle. You nodded, even though you werenât sure if it was a promise or just something he needed to say.
You leaned in and gave him one last kiss before stepping back. Then Satoru and Suguru turned away and walked to the cab waiting at the curb.
The driver had been there for a while â a middle-aged man who watched the four of youâ mildly irritated, rolling his eyes at a group of twenty-somethings stretching out their goodbyes.
The door shut.
The cab pulled away.
Just like that, he was gone.
A few days in your life, filled by someone who made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.
It wasnât the kind of love that promised forever. It never tried to be. It was the kind you stumble into without looking â not searching for anything, yet somehow finding the right person at the right time, just the wrong placeÂ
Youâd miss him.
But aside from a handful of photos and shared memories, he wasnât anything more. And the possibility of something beyond that â beyond this place, this moment â had never really been in sight for either of you.
Some things are meant to be felt, not kept.
You slipped your hands into the pockets of his hoodie, the fabric still warm, his scent clinging to it â something woody, familiar, with a faint hint of smoke.
Absentmindedly, you fiddled with the lining of his pocket until your fingers brushed against something folded.
A piece of paper.
You pulled it out slowly. Just his number, scribbled down like it was nothing. Like it was everything. You stood there for a moment, holding it, unsure whether it felt like an ending â or the smallest beginning.
âWe are so going to Japan next,â Yuki said with a grin, slinging an arm around you. âif they pay for the plane ticketsâ You poked her in the ribs. âIâm broke after this.â
âOh, they will.â Yukiâs smile grew about ten times bigger. âTurns out theyâre fucking loaded. Like, filthy rich. Their dads run some kind of tech company in Japan,â she said, pride shining in her voice.
âSo probably, so no regular plane tickets, but business class plane tickets, or else I wonât go,â Yuki joked. You knew she was serious, though.
A hot guy with a good personality and money? You really had outdone yourself this time.
after another company finds themselves missing just a *few* couple million, toji and his group from the fbi find themselves in las vegas. where he finds that the culpritâs someone familiar and they want to cash in with a game of blackjack. royal flush or royal disaster?
†PAIRING: fbi agent! toji fushiguro x wanted! fem reader
⥠CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. smut. oral (m receiving). orgasm denial. unprotected p in v. full nelson. riding. use of handcuffs. gun play. panty sucking (?) cum eating. playing blackjack. a non vegas mf talking about vegas so it might be inaccurate.
⧠WORD COUNT: 6.6k
âą JADED NOTES: everyone say thank you to my dadâs gambling problem for inspiring this trope (and criminal minds)
fan art credit: @/jadore_lilly_ on instagram
the stench of sin permeates through each street of the city as easily as the thick clouds of gray smoke and smog polluting the air before the plane even finishes landing. tires screech against rough asphalt before coming to a complete stop, air whirring as the doors opened on each side of the plane.
the air feels thick and stiffening upon stepping out, a thin trail of sweat already beading down agent fushiguro's back. sand sticks to every part of his body, from the soles of his black loafers to his lungs with each breath he intakes. itâs unbearable and the job hasnât even started yet.
the city hasn't yet woken up.
it's bathed in a scorching glow of sunlight, dulling each building surrounding the infamous strip into professional business meetings and budget discussions. a couple row boats pass through the canal, the water a relaxing stream underneath the harsh, unwelcoming sunlight.
an occasional tourist swerves by, chasing down a speeding taxi with a couple bills tightly clutched in hand. a couple others are snapping photo after photo of the eiffel tower, of a hotel that was deemed luxurious enough. each one trying to capture their little bit of the city.
though vegas didn't come alive until the late hours of the night, the strip bathed in fluorescent lights, signs flashing from left to right with women standing on their respective corner of the street. slot machines ringing through each casino, more often than not indicating disappointment. just enough of a prize to keep its users swinging one more time, though.
but of course, the luxury of tourism wasn't what toji fushiguro and his team were here to investigate. a manila folder was briskly dropped onto his lap, a couple papers sticking out the side. "local police report that a major banking companyâs security has been breached,â nanamiâs voice fills the vehicle, stern and calm, the brief almost clinical, âthey report over two million stolen.â
red, blue, and white lights flash from a mile away, about a dozen patrol units parked outside of the crime scene. reporters crowd from behind the yellow tape, sticking a microphone in whoever's face they could manage. the flock immediately runs over to the black van pulling up beside police cars, making exiting the vehicle nearly impossible.
questions flood one after the next, each voice trying to be louder than the last and overlapping in a nonsensical chatter. toji shoves his way through the crowd, making his way inside of the building. pristine white floors paved the way inside, the walls painted an underwhelming shade of grey.
a corporate building raking in more than they filed for taxes hijacked out of a million despite having one of the best security systems in the country. supposedly impenetrable. it ended up being dismantled in five minutes. probably would've been quicker if you weren't eating a delicious slice of pizza.
nonetheless, it wasn't the first of these companies to report this kind of fraud. about five of them had gone to the police with their complaints, yet not a trace was left behind after you were done. the ip address linking to the hijack led to the bumfuck of nowhere in the pacific ocean.
even the best hacker in the world, boy genius, and the sweetest lad in the land (that title's self proclaimed), satoru gojo was left in shock. and slightly jealous, claiming that the bau needed to invest in that kind of tech.
it was certainly more expensive the further up you went, cubicles replaced by corner offices taking up a whole damn hallway and floor to ceiling windows house owners could only dream of having. marble floors detailed with golden accents lead toji over to the ceoâs main office, a red velvet carpet leading to a huge mahogany desk.
the chief of police pulls toji over to the side, passing over a file with all the evidence collected from the case. a couple shots that a camera took nearby, none of them capturing your face clearly. "i know we called you over here but try to keep my officers involved. they already feel like you're taking the credit."
toji merely let out a scoffâit wasnât any of his business what the officers thoughtâbut he found himself nodding regardless. waving the other man away, âyeah, yeah, weâll do that.â
he looked through the files heâd been handed, brows furrowing at the evidence recollected. you were methodical, you didnât make mistakes. âryomen,â he calls in, feeling a headache starting to root itself deep into his skull, âshe left something to track. you want me to go after it?â
sukuna lets out a gruntled sigh from the other side of the lineâequally as puzzled as the other man. âyeah, go ahead. report back on what you find, weâre meeting up at the precinct later to figure out what to tell the press.â
the address led him to the back of the paris las vegas hotel, a lock being handed to him by one of the employees upon entering. toji made his way over to the bridge out back, where couples were in bliss and hooking their lock into the fence under the illusion of âforever.â his footsteps padded against the heavy wood, making his way across.
toji wasnât sure what he was looking forâif it would be something amiss or just simply another distraction from you. though he supposes a playing card left behind is as best as itâs going to get, kneeling down to pick it up.
meet me at the venetian at 9 pm, agent fushiguro.
so you were watching him just as he was watching you.
heâd encountered lots of writing during his time as an investigator, from sloppy unintelligible scribbles to clean, almost psychotically methodical sentences from individuals who thought they were smarter than the bau.
yours fell into none of those categories. it was natural, small, letters separated just enough, and slanted like youâd been rushing. like your brain was working faster than your brain.
the team was busy interviewing various members from the company by the time he arrived, some of the uncooperative while some simply just didnât know what to say. either way, nothing had come out of the interviews. âtell me ya got something, fushiguro,â sukuna lets out a quiet huff, rubbing a hand over his exhausted features.
heâs aged two decades over the span of this mission. toji drops the card on his desk, plopping down on the seat across.
sukuna takes the card, examines it closely before turning it around. "so the suspect knows who you are." a sentence that hung heavily in the room. the best move would be to goâstrap microphones onto his chest and get as much information as possible. the best that they could hope for would be an admission, something that could be used for a conviction.
a foolish hope, but worth giving a chance.
sukuna's expression turns serious for a moment, arms tightly crossed against his broad chest. what he usually saves to intimidate the new recruits. "you sure you can take this mission? your daughter's sick and i don't know if you wanna be in the hospital with her tonight.
you're my best man, fushiguro. but the higher ups keep getting on my ass that it's affecting your quality of work."
if it was t for the mutual respect between them, toji would've been out the door long by now. "tsumiki's got nothing to do with the case. i can take it."
tsumiki had been in a coma for the last few months, leaving him with a hefty bill from the hospital to ensure she was comfortable and well taken care of. his presence was better hereâout in the field doing something instead of feeling helpless in front of his children and his wife.
he spent more time at the office than he did at home. one more night wouldnât make a difference.
after more failed interviews, sukuna finally relented. a short brief was given to the rest of the team, each member with something to do. nanami and geto would be with the pressâ trying to shift the narrative from how 'useless' the police was, gojo was in charge of trying to track any of your movements, and shoko would be conducting any extra interviews.
the wait until eight thirty was almost agonizingly slow. though it gave them some time to practice what kind of questions he should be asking, what would get you to make a confession. and then, just in case, sukuna had him practice a round of blackjack with nanami.
despite the fact that nanami had never once gone out with the team out for drinks or well, just out in general (toji would assume), he was still beating his ass in blackjack. even with a twelve, a twelve of all things, nanami still somehow managed to get the upper hand over him.
"maybe they're not that good at it." the only attempt at consolation nanami bothered giving, patting toji's shoulder before shaking his head.
toji was completely and utterly hopeless. a lost case, if you will.
the bau had picked out a suit for him, a classic black and white tux with cameras smuggled nearly everywhere. toji's certain that he even felt one near his ass crack.but if even one of them caught a single grain of your face, that would be enough for gojo to trace back onto any database. and then came the maze of microphones.
"don't know what kinda obsession this one has with you but get them to t-â sukuna clasped on what seemed to be thousandth microphone onto his bare chest, barking orders he'd heard a number of times already.
"yeah, yeah. get them to talk and then get outta there, iâow," sukuna merely glared as he tightened the last microphone tighter than necessary, letting it slap against the other man's chest.
the las vegas strip had finally come to life in full swing by the time the mission started, the concoction of lights flashing from one side to the next almost dizzying. cars passed by in a flash through the narrow streets, only a blur of headlights left behind. more people walked through the streets than earlier, debating on a club or a casino.
toji walks with purpose in a place where people walked to the place with the flashiest decor.
the casino you'd managed to book for the night wasn't the most luxurious by any means, his loafers kept getting stuck on sticky floors with every step that he took. cheap dollar slot machines lined up the entrance, each one entrancing customers walking in with the promise of a bigger reward.
but it was still relatively nice. a bright chandelier hung off the ceiling of the lobby, the few people around the casino dressed in either black or white, a few selected by the bau to act incognito and a couple others that managed to stumble in.
champagne poured in bedazzled glass bottles like the fountains outside, coins clinking and dropping against machines.
you hadnât walked in yet and he could already hear an incessant yapping in his earpiece. "tojiiii, hurrry up. there's a late night laser showing at the csn planetarium," gojo whines from his cushy office chair back at the bau.
he could hear the nerd's every movement, from the moment the freak crunched chips in his ear to the moment he ripped a loud fart and blamed it on the printer. toji didnât hesitate in lowering the volume of his earpiece, leaving the other man talking to himself.
he's not really sure whatâwho?â to expect. toji's staring intently at every person that just happens to pass by his table, almost expecting one of them to take a seat. he feels like an anxious teenager all over again, waiting for a first date with the hope he wouldn't get ghosted.
the sound of heels clicking against marble floors breaks him out of his stupor, looking up to see you approaching the table. your back was pin straight, head held high. each step you took was with entirely too much confidence. for someone who had nine patrol cars awaiting them outside, anyway.
your eyes were covered by a masquerade mask, the golden lace matching the tight black dress you had on. simple black gloves on to avoid leaving fingerprints behind. nearly everything was accounted for. you had on bright red lipstick, attracting attention without having to do much.
"you showed." you almost sounded surprised, taking a seat across from him at the table.
toji shifts a little, angling his wrist to be facing you directly. "yeah, keep it just like that big boy," gojo murmured from his spot on the line, keys clacking as his fingers worked at 290 words typed per minute. he nearly rolled his eyes, but didn't bother moving. you simply smiled, like you could see right through him.
"there's no trace of her face anywhere," gojo finally muttered, his typing coming to a halt. he sounded utterly perplexed, editing down the photo to its barest pixels to see if he could find you anywhere. there wasn't anything on social media, any government documents, almost as if you didn't exist. "i can't find her."
a server passed by, dropping a deck of cards along with a selection of chips to be distributed between the two of you. "anything to drink?" they questioned, fishing out a drinks menu.
"reposado, please." toji could've spent a couple minutes analyzing your choice of drink and what that said about you as a person, that you prefer to be spontaneous and bold, but you're already looking at him. waiting for what his order would be.
"i'll take the same thing." he doesn't even like alcohol. before he has a chance to change his mind, the server's already walking away over to the mini bar. you're shuffling through the cards already, splitting halfway across the deck by riffling cards with your thumb.
after making two piles that are nearly the same size, you bend the cards and shuffle. all without looking away from toji. "do you like gambling, officer fushiguro?" the question had come out simple, as if you were asking for the weather. the second stack is squared onto the original deck, ensuring an even run for the two of you.
you passed over his cards before taking yours as the designated dealer of the table. there wasn't a single tell about you as you picked up your selection of cards, not one lip bite or eye twitch that would indicate something.
toji let out a quiet scoff, picking up his own cards, "not on blackjack." usually, his luck was tried on boat and horse races. he never had much luck with those either, usually ending up with the boat falling short.
half the time they wouldnât even finish the lap.
he flips over the cards, almost wanting to groan at the sum heâs been faced with. 16.
it doesnât give him a lot of room to work withâleaving him with a slim number to increase his chances and an even bigger risk of going overboard. he doesnât know what heâs dealing with, what you could possibly have. so, he does the first thing he thinks of.
he pushes more chips onto the original stack, holding up one finger. he was choosing to double down. toji fushiguro was bluffing, it was obvious even by the way he was sitting. you plucked a card from the top of the deck, passing it over.
toji makes a big show of looking over his cards again before picking up the one off the table. he visibly tenses up upon the results, poker face gone to the wind. he almost wishes he wouldn't have flipped the cardâall he has is a six.
you don't pluck any card from the deck, only leaving him even more suspicious. "fold." he places his cards on the table, a striking 23 meeting your gaze. you place the two cards you had on the tableâan ace and a ten of jacks. a natural twenty one. you eagerly swipe your arm across, taking his chips with a shit-eating grin on your face.
"what's your idea of an ideal date, agent fushiguro?" you question, leaning forward a bit. toji only blinks slowly in response, hearing the incessant chatter in his ear again. from sukuna, from gojo, from anyone who could talk into the mic.
you could've asked about the fbi's top security codes (he wouldn't have given them regardless), about how much evidence they'd collected against you (once more, he wouldn't tell), and yet you chose to ask that.
"you serious?" he's waiting to be let in on the punch-line of your joke.
"deadly so, agent."
toji blinks slowly, thinking back to the best date he's had as of yet. it's been far too long since he's been at home for more than ten minutes at a time to get changed into a new suit, even longer since he's had the opportunity to be with his wife.
"wife likes this ramen spot. type where your feet stick to the ground, the bell doesn't chime anymore, but the food, fuck, the food makes up for it. so that," he speaks up after a while, the most sincere he's been this afternoon.
19.
toji places his cards down, leaving you to make the next move. you have a twelve, your only move is to pick up a card. your brow twitches upon picking it up, the only thing giving you away. still, your only option is to pluck a card off the table. a 6 of queens. you could pick up another one, test out your luck, but with chances this slimâŠ
you fold, revealing your hand to him. a striking 18 to his nineteen. toji has to a double take, looking between his cards and yours. for the first time tonight, toji ends up winning a hand. and he's more than eager to collect, pawing at your chips and sliding them over.
"why'd you start taking money from these companies?" he decided to ask, taking your chips onto his side of the table. "could've gone for ones with less security."
you simply raise a brow, unsure if you should be amused or offended. "surely you don't think i'm stupid enough to answer that one."
he simply shrugs in response, leaning back against his chair. a waste of a question, one could say. "i don't know why the suspect's doing what they're doing, but i do know that taking away from companies that are polluting the environment we live in and donating said money to people who need it, well, it's retributive."
toji's mind briefly flickers to tsumikiâof spending a few thousand every month just to make sure she's even alive. of how much that amount of money would ensure better treatment, better quality, better everything. but just as quick as he let his thoughts stray, he focused back onto the conversation. "you saying you're a robin hood?"
you take a sip from your glass before giving another vague answer, "that's another question, wouldn't you say?"
you're not sure how much time has passed since you started playing, the few people that were once around had slowly started to trickle out as the night progressed. probably looking for a place with much more ambiance than the one tonight. chips flew from one corner of the table to the other, a hefty stack on your side.
lady luck had not gone with toji tonight.
toji reaches over to take a sip from the glass set on the table by a bartender passing by, the tequila tasting like pure rubbing alcohol upon going down. his features settle into a grimace, setting the glass down with more force than necessary. he only has one chip left to bargain. still, he slides it over the table.
you slide two chips onto the middle, dealing toji two cards. he's slow to flip them over, wanting to prolong this as much as possible. wanting to give gojo as much possible time to work with. he's met with a nineteen upon flipping the two, the highest he's gotten without going over.
but just because the universe wants to mess with even further, you turn your two cards to expose a twenty to him. it's over and the crew is left back where they startedâwith no clues, no suspect, and no way of actually bagging a conviction without conspiring against the court.
to add salt into the wound, you take your two chips along with his, sliding them onto your side of the table. "you gonna ask me the question?" he prods, waiting for and already annoyed at what could possibly leave your mouth now.
you don't answer immediately, taking a sip from your glass of tequila. it goes down with much more ease than it had with toji. you're getting off on this, on having the upper hand. on how fidgety he seems to be getting by the second. and then, just barely, when he least expects it, is that you move.
your heel catches onto his pant sleeve, slowly pushing your way up his ankle to his calf. an innocent enough smile curling on your lips around the glass before your head tilts to the side. "would you like to come up to my room?"
he should be reporting you to his team, cuffing you and shoving you to the back of a cruiser. it'd be real simple, too. just finish up the paperwork and he'd be out of this desert before the sun came up,
instead what came out of his mouth was, "yeah, let's go."
glass doors give way to the elevator in the back, floors leading up to the 53rd level. you tap against the button that goes up to the twentieth floor, leaning against the railing next to agent fushiguro. a silence settles between the two of you, a comfortable silence filled by the elevator music filling the air between you.
sliding off your hotel card from your purse, you feel cold metal digging onto the small of your back where his hand had once been. a gun. you didnât need to turn around to know. âno funny business,â toji orders, pushing the barrel of the gun deeper into your skin.a shiver runs down your spine, leaning back against it.
his thumb's pressed against the trigger, ready for any sudden movement. you simply turn around, lightly pulling him in by his tie. "no funny business, i promise," you whisper, your voice low before you turn the doorknob. the hotel room is almost shining from how clean it is, the only trace you have is a suitcase in the corner of the room.
a suitcase he doubts has anything personal inside of it. toji stands in the middle of the room, gun still tightly clasped around his fingers while he analyses the room. there's nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to watch. nothing to look out for.
you take a seat onto the plush california king, gloved fingers undoing the straps of your heels. they fall onto the carpeted floor, a subtle clink that sounds all that much louder in the quiet room. "what's this for?" toji finally breaks the silence, gesturing to the room.
"come closer. i don't bite," your voice drips like melted honey, a saccharine sweet invitation that has his feet trudging forward, "well, not unless you ask." he's standing right in front of you, gun pressed against your temple. it should scare you, it really should.
but you lower the gun, wrapping your lips around the barrel. it's coldâprobably hasn't been used in a while. your lipstick coats the top of the gun like some sick decoration, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. the cameras on his suit had long since been deactivatedâleaving this moment for just the two of you.
"fuck me," a muffled groan leaves his lips at the sight, setting the gun back in its holster. you pull him down by his tie again, this time crashing your lips onto his. he kisses back like it's second instinct, like he's getting reacquainted with an old friend. it's nothing but messy, strings of saliva connecting your lips onto his, your nails digging onto whatever you could reach, while his tongue's invading your mouth.
there's a brief pause when you tug him onto the bed, the man landing on top of the silk 3000 thread count sheets with an ungrateful thud. that's all you get before his lips are on yours again, coaxing your mouth open. his hands move down, gripping your waist to keep you straddled against him.
slick drips onto to your thin lace panties, soaking through the material against his slacks. he hardens against you, your hips moving to rub yourself against him. "you want it that bad?" toji teases, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips like he wasn't about to bust his load.
"don't forget who's in control, fushiguro."
you unclasp the handcuffs hanging off his utility belt in one swift motion, dangling them in between manicured fingers. "you brought these just for me?â you coo, unclasping one of them, âiâm honored agent fushiguro.â
toji doesnât bother moving, letting you snap it onto his wrist. one of your fingers twists the ratchet, leaving just a finger of space. escape is nearly impossible.
then you do the same with the other arm. taking a step back to admire your handiwork, youâre struck with the realization of just handsome toji looks. his cheeks are flushed, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead and a couple strands stuck.
his tie is halfway undone, the buttons of his shirt undone to expose every ab and every ridge of his torso. a couple scars littered across, evidence of hard years at work along with a few moles. and wires latched even onto his nipples, picking up every detail of this conversation.
you dig for a pair of scissors from your nightstand table, snipping through each one individually. it wouldn't be long until the fbi stormed into the building, calling this mission off. you give them twenty minutes to mobilize troops, another ten to make their way into the building. maybe ten to actually find the room.
still, you move like you have all the time in the world. "fushiguro, i'm calling this o-â sukuna's voice comes in through the static before the microphones shut off, leaving you to talk comfortably now. leaving you in complete secrecy.
your eyes trail to the happy trail dusting down his belly, leading down to just underneath his slacks. his cock twitches and strains against the material, a large tent you canât help but rub the side of your face against. he smells musky, a mix of leather and cologne.
the man strains against the metal, hips bucking up to meet your cheek. your tongue swipes across your lips before you open your mouth, moving against the side of his clothed shaft. your thumb swipes across the twitching tip, wet even through the fabric. âyou want it that bad?" you echo his past words to him, a scoff leaving him in response.
the scoff wouldn't hide the way he was aching for you to touch him though.
slowly, your fingers snake up his thighsâfeel them tighten up underneath the most featherlight of touchesâjust past his zipper and move up to his belt. you unclasp it in one swift motion, moving the leather through the loops until it snakes onto the floor.
you slide his boxers down, long cock slinging back against his lower stomach upon release. drops of opalescent precum smear across the dusting of hair, tip reddened and twitching. it curves to one side, veins marking the sides of his shaft leading down to a heavy sac.
you almost drool at just the mere sight of it.
wrapping your lips around the tip, your tongue darts out to taste his pre. glob after glob of spit drips down your lips, coating his cock in a translucent sheen. you wrap your hand around the base, fingers tightening around it before twisting your wrist uppp and downnn. "better at sucking dick than getting away with crime," he tuts, his head thrown back.
your cheeks hollow out to take more of his cock in your mouth, your hand still jerking him off at the base. bubbles of drool pool up in your mouth before your lips part, smearing it down his shaft. "you wound me, agent," you pout, "i really tried y'know." your head bobs, taking him further inch by inch while your hand moves like you're trying to milk him dry.
a strangled groan leaves him once your tongue starts tracing each thick vein like you wanted to commit it to memory, taking him further and deeper down your throat. "just like that, baby." you meet his half-lidded gaze, cheeks hollowing out to take more of him in your mouth. the stretch makes your jaw ache, raven tuffs of hair tickling your nose when you take him in fully.
your thighs rub against one another, aching for whatever friction you could get. toji's finally shut up, reduced to half-sentences and groaned babbles. manicured fingers reach down to his balls, you're rolling them over in your palm before your tongue takes over your hand. you're jerking him off again, hand squeezing around the base. toji almost sees white.
"f-fuck, don't stop, right there, sweetheart," he moans, bucking his hips to meet your hand. your tongue moves up up up from the base of his scrotum to the sack, taking it in your mouth and swirling the pink muscle across the sensitive skin. his knuckles turn white from how hard he's gripping the bed sheets, streams of precum painting your wrist white as your thumb swipes across the sensitive tip.
toji's almost there, his toes are curled up into gang signs underneath his socks, head thrown back and chest heaving. his balls feel heavy in your mouth, tightening up with each second longer. "just like that, make me cum," his order comes out more as a breathless request. you flick your tongue around the sac in a figure eight, pulling away right before he had the chance to cum.
his chest is heaving when you take a step back, his cock still twitching from the aftershocks and dripping with saliva and pre. "âŠevil fuckin' woman," he lets out a breathless laugh, watching as you move you across the room intently.
your fingers carefully push up your dress, exposing the panties you'd chosen for the night. a pair of emerald green lace panties, ones that almost felt like looking in a mirror for toji. "do you like them agent?" you do a small show of taking them off, shimmying off the lace material before twirling them around your finger.
the lace flings off your finger, landing on his face. toji's unabashedâtaking a sniff of the slick that's dripped onto it like a faucet before he's inching the crotch area to his mouth. he's sucking the material dry, his eyes closed as the taste of you fills his tastebuds. sluuuurppp! a better type of substance than the tequila downstairs, he'd say.
"fuckin' love it, ya taste so good," he mumbles, lips suctioned around your panties while drop after drop lands on his tongue. he opens his eyes to see you're already moving up the bed, inching closer and closer. you take off the mask once you're on his lap, fully exposing yourself to him for the evening. a sight that's more than familiar to him.
"atta girl, there ya go." your hand reaches beneath your legs, taking the base of his cock. smearing your slick onto his cock before you slowly start to lower yourself onto it. the thick, mushroom tip slips in between your folds, a stretch that has your walls clamping tightly around him.
your wetness envelops his cock as you slide further down, sinking inch by inch down his shaft until he fills you up completely. you don't move, not immediately, still getting adjusted to the stretch. you start off slowâa lazy roll of your hips half-way before you're moving down again.
his hips buck into you, a quiet way to try to claim control. you take toji fushiguro's prized gun from his discarded pants, the metal heavy in your palm. it's not loaded, you quickly realize. still, you press it against his temple just in the same way he'd done to you. and you swear you feel his cock twitch underneath.
"don't forget who's the one in control here." you start moving again, gyrating your hips and rubbing your clit against his pelvis. toji leans up against the gun, almost savoring the change in position as you fuck yourself into him. each drive of his cock into you has his tip hitting your g-spot, wetness enveloping his shaft like a slip n' slide.
his fingers twitch against the cuffs, wanting to reach out and take hold of your tits bouncing in his face. you lean in close enough, his mouth immediately latching onto one of them. his lips suction around your areola, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. you twist and pinch at your other tit, rolling the nub between your thumb and forefinger.
his mouth's all too eager to latch on, pushing your fingers to the side. saliva drools off the corner of his lips, eyes fluttering closed like he's in bliss once again. you're sliding against his shaft, hips moving you against his thick cock. "taste so good, fuck, keep using me," toji let out a muffled groan, motorboating his face between your tits.
you keep fucking yourself back onto him, almost feeling it be enough. it's almost there, almost enough to have your toes curling, but you can't manage to fuck yourself fast enough.
your hands grip his chest, nails digging onto the skin while your hips grind in circles against his pelvis. thighs shaking and quivering, your pace starts to slow down to where you're barely moving against him. "look at'cha, could've been getting fucked properly by now," toji tsks from his spot, a mock glare shot his way.
"fuck me, please," the whine leaves your lips in a whisper, barely audible.
he bucks up into you once, just once before a shit-eating grin spreads on his face. "what was that?"
a huff leaves your lips, folding your arms across your chest. staring at toji with the nastiest glare you could muster. he's unmoving. barely blinking. "..are you deaf? fuck me, fushiguro."
toji slips out of the handcuffs with practiced ease, a quiet 'oof' leaving your lips upon being flipped over. his arm slides underneath your plush thighs, folding you in half and holding you like you weighed nothing.
âa-ah fuck!â
âyou can take it, just likeââ toji bottoms out in one push of his hips, your hands digging into his arm. you feel like you're being split in half, the pieces rearranging to fit around him. âthaaattt, sweetheart."
he presses against the bulge on your lower stomach, tip nudging near your cervix. "thought you were in control, what happened? big mean ol' toji took over?"
before you could muster a response, he's thrusting in and out of youâfucking you like nothing but a ragdoll. ah! ah! ah! broken little syllables leave your mouth, unable to come up with anything else. toji's satisfiedâdragging his thick cock against your sensitive walls, hitting your g-spot with each push of his hips.
"only need to be thinkin' about how good i'm fucking you, right?" he teases, rugged voice right against your ear. a shiver runs down your spine, your head bobbing along in a nod. toji plants his feet on the bed, keeping his hand tightly gripped around your legs while he starts drilling into your cunt.
your cunt squelches back with each pummel of hips, each one knocking the breath of your lungs. "t-toji, fuck, just like that!" your moans fill the sex-ridden room, headboard smacking against the wall from the intensity of each one. one of his hands snakes down between your legs, rubbing his thumb against your throbbing clit.
"just like this?" he cooed behind you, though his teasing tone made it sound anything but. toji tilts your head towards him, met with the sight of your lipstick smeared and your eyes glazed over. a sight he couldn't get tired of. his lips slotted against yours almost instantly, a messy kiss with nothing but spit, teeth, and tongue.
"g'na cum, toji, almost there, almost there!" you moan into the kiss. he presses down on your lower belly, his other hand still rubbing at your swollen clit. "yeah baby, gonna cum? c'mon, you got it, all yours. come on, soak toji's cock." your eyes roll to the back of your head, orgasm washing over you like a wave. the rubber band inside of you tightens and tightens before SNAAPPP!
your essence dripped onto his thick shaft, a creamy base forming at the base of his cock. toji still rutted up against you, his own orgasm not far off behind. "ah! ah! ah! fuck toji, cum in me, please. need ya so bad, please please-â even if toji wanted to pull out, your pussy was tightly clamped around his cock. ropes of cum shoot deep inside of you, painting your walls white.
toji softened up inside of you, staying still. his head lolled forward, resting on the crook of your neck. "felt." he pressed a sloppy kiss onto whatever skin he could reach before trailing down. "so." another kiss. "fuckin' good."
âgive me one more,â his lips suction around your glistening folds, sucking at the cum dripping out of you. his tongue dips inside of you, letting out a muffled groan upon each drop landing on his tongue. your hand moves down to the sweat slicked strands snaking in between your legs, gripping them tightly in between your fingers.
his tongue dips inside, determined on cleaning out the cum threatening to spill out of you. it dips inside of you, slurping up any drops before plunging two fingers deep inside. fucking it back into you. "toji, t-too much," you whine out through the shocks of overstim, each of your nerves like a livewire he keeps tapping against.
you're boneless by the time toji's done. he's moving across the hotel room, moving across the space like he'd been here before. toji comes back from the bathroom with a moist towel in hand, wiping you off with the gentlest of touches a brute like him could muster.
"don't gotta leave just yet." he wraps one arm around your tummy, keeping you tight against him. he's like a furnace to the touch, keeping you warm. "they won't be here til tomorrow." you want to protest, say that you should be on the run by now. but your eyes flicker shut, too exhausted to move. all you can manage is a meek nod before you doze off.
toji fushiguro wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing on the nightstand, about fifty missed calls from the team pinging up on his screen. you're not there next to himâyou'd left in the early hours of the morning with only a playing card left behind as proof you'd ever been here in the first place.
see you in the next city, hubby. the bright red lipstick you'd worn the night prior left as a signature. he brought it up to his lips, almost imagining you were standing in front of him again.
sukuna would have his ass on a platter. if the man managed to find him.
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