you and nerd!jo were good friends, so you weren't surprised when a text came from him late at night asking for you to come over to his place, with snacks, of course.Â
one small problem.Â
you were ovulating. and never in your year of knowing gojo were you this down bad for him. yes you were aware he was handsome. only thing setting him back from getting any popularity with the girls was how much of an absolute geek he is.Â
he could name you every constellation, every digimon character, and the whole script for every Star Wars movie. you personally found it attractive but you would never try anything with him. he was your best friend after all.Â
so why is him laying there in his stupid collared shirt on the floor stuffing his face with chips making you so fucking horny?
"anyways, I kept begging and begging but that little kid just didn't want to let go of it! it was the last limited edition biyomon stuffed animal in that store!" he ranted. knowing your eyes should be focused on his face, they traveled down to his biceps peeking from his sleeves.Â
you forgot he was jacked up. the first time you found out he went to the gym you were baffled thinking that he only had time for formulas and.. whatever he's talking about right now.Â
"are you even listening to me?" his voice was muffled due to the amount of food he had inside, making him look like a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds.Â
his glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and his hair was so perfectly messed up that under the faux universe lit up by the projector set on his desk only made him look even more ethereal.Â
"..um yeah, sorry, continue." you mumbled.Â
he looked at you weirdly, raising a brow before going back to rambling. but you seriously couldn't handle it anymore. your pussy was pulsing, literally saying his name in morse code and you were sure that your panties were drenched by now.Â
gojo gasped at the weight of you. you shifted on his lap, tugging at his shirt quietly asking to remove it.Â
to your surprise, he obliged, sitting up to allow you pull up his shirt. the fabric slid of his broad shoulders to fully reveal his toned abs, delicious muscles, and his happy trail.Â
his face was serious, watching in silence. you were practically drooling at the sight of him, hands gently pushing him back to lay on the ground.Â
gojo's jaw clenched. his hands finally placed themselves on your waist. his grip was strong, staring up at you in awe. soon enough, his breaths matched yours, coming out in heavy pants as you began to grind on his clothed tent. the outline of his cock stained against his pants.Â
"take my pants off." he ordered.Â
you were surprised but you didn't need to be told twice. your hands fumbled with his zipper, sliding his pants off along with his boxers.Â
oh wow. he's huge.Â
like, really, really huge.Â
his tip was leaking pre, a nice shade of pink. your eyes trailed down. he was unshaven but honestly, you found that hot.Â
a small whimper left your lips when gojo's hand shifted to squeeze one of your breasts, forcing you to now lay down, switching your positions.Â
"been dreaming of this since forever.." his voice was rough and full of arousal.Â
and you internally thanked your ovulation, because right now you were getting fucked like you never have before, making you feel like a virgin all over again.Â
his thrusts were fast and deep, reaching into places you never knew were possible to touch. "mm fuck yes fuck yes yes yes.." he moaned into your ear, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at it hard enough to leave hickeys behind.Â
your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist.Â
"oh my god!" you could feel yourself tear up. all you could process was how good his cock felt and the obscene sounds coming from you two.Â
"y'know how many times i've jerked my fucking cock to you? you kept torturing me with those pretty skirts and and nah.." his words trailed off after feeling you reach your orgasm, squeezing hard enough to cut off any circulation on his dick.Â
you panted, body feeling numb. your hands fell off his back thinking you were done.Â
gojo kept pounding into you, even faster than before if even possible. "not done pretty, I haven't came inside you yet." and based from how he sounded, you were far, far from done.Â
extra :Â
"I was hoping to ask you out on a date first, y'know before we even fucked, so I'll ask you now." he was leaning on his elbow, staring down at you as he played with a strand of your hair. "that okay?"
you responded with a nod. of course you were going to go out with him. there was no way you would let anyone else get dicked down by him, ever. he was yours now, and you were his.
ę° summary ęą when a misunderstanding leaves your family convinced youâre bringing a plus one to your cousinâs wedding in Japan, the last person you expect to volunteer for the role is your infuriatingly observant intern, Satoru. itâs supposed to be temporary. professional. strictly off the record. but with your mother already sold on the idea of your mystery boyfriend, and Satoru proving far too good at the role, pretending starts to feel a little too dangerous. also, why is your âinternâ secretly the heir to gojo corporation?!
ę° tags/warnings ęą fake dating âšď¸ undercover ceo! satoru âšď¸ accountant! reader âšď¸ satoru is 29, reader is 26 âšď¸ lots of family pressure. reader has a complicated relationship with her mom âšď¸ forced proximity âšď¸ one bed trope âšď¸ slow burn âšď¸ mutual pining âšď¸ wedding chaos âšď¸ angst and fluff âšď¸ some suggestive content but no explicit smut âšď¸
ę° authors note ęą surpriseeee â this is 3 parts now hehe. satoru is still our lovingly annoying sweetheart here, but this part does have a bit more angst than the last. nothing too wild though⌠just a whole lot of yearning and our poor reader being very committed to denial. i hope you enjoy! part 3 will be the last one. (art by @/hanamin_0123 on x)
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part 2
âMaâam, may I interest you in our menu?â the flight attendant asks, leaning in with a practiced smile.
"Ohâum. Yes... thank you."
The thick, cream-colored menu lands in your hands a second later, and you settle into your seat just as she disappears down the aisle. A seat that is far too comfortable for the current state of your life. But thatâs the thing about first class â it makes it very hard to be appropriately miserable, and you are trying to be miserable right now. You are committed to it.
âIf you need recommendations⌠I recommend the wagyu.â Satoru leans in, close enough that his breath feathers warm against the side of your neck. âItâs to die for.â
He grins, blue eyes glinting behind snowy lashes. And unfortunately, the wagyu isnât the thing currently putting your life at risk. Because a shiver moves through you before you can stop it.
âO-OhâŚâ your head jerks away, quickly. âUh-huh⌠sure.â
Refusing to turn, you keep your eyes stubbornly on the cabin â denying him the satisfaction of seeing what his closeness does to the treacherous, backstabbing organ inside your chest. But you catch him in your periphery â leaning back, entirely unbothered, reaching for his own menu with that pleased little hum that means, of course, he notices.
Ugh.
This is going to be a long-ass ten-hour flight. And first class, as it turns out, is only roomy when you arenât seated beside the exact person currently making your pulse act deeply unprofessional.
âŚ
Wait. When did you pulse start doing that?!
Miserable, you remind yourself. Yeah. Miserable.
With a sigh, you click your seatbelt into place and flip open the menu, genuinely trying to build a case for why this is the worst decision youâve ever made. Unfortunately, it is hard to maintain righteous regret when the menu has no prices on it. Not one. Just elegant font, artful descriptions, and ingredients arranged like poetry.
âŚyouâd booked economy.
Economy.
But then heâd upgraded your tickets last minute like that was a normal thing a person did â insisting you fly with him. Like swapping someoneâs middle seat for a first-class cocoon with a duvet and a champagne flute was just⌠hospitality.
âUm⌠Satoru?â Your brow arches as you take in the absurdly extravagant menu. âHow much does this cost, exactlyâŚ?â He doesnât even glance up. âMm? Oh.â Flipping a page, his hand waves lazily. âDonât worry about it.â
âŚ
Donât worry about it?
You are very much worrying about it. Because how the hell does an intern afford this?! You know how much interns make at your company; youâve worked with HR, signed off on the numbers â and it is categorically not this.
But fine. Whatever. That is, somehow, the least of your problems right now. And your mind was already veering back toward the more immediate catastrophe currently taxiing toward the runway.
Your family.
âRight⌠well. Anyways, Satoru,â you say, setting the menu down. âWe should probably establish the basics before we get to Japan andââ
ââwhat do you like to eat?â
You blink, lips parting.
âIâsorryâŚwhat?â
âI like sweets,â he says, turning toward you. A toothy grin spreads across his face, dimples peeking. âLetâs see⌠cake, cream buns, mochiâŚâ he muses. âOh! Especially kikifuku mochi, itâs the best.â He nods solemnly. âHonestly, I think itâs the whipped cream inside that really makes the difference.â
Your brow furrows as you stare at him.
âŚwhen did this become a TED talk about sugar? You were trying to discuss a plan, and he is out here curating a dessert menu like the most pressing crisis of the next ten hours is pastry selection.
âOkayâŚ? Thatâs nice. But we should talk aboutââ
âFood,â he states, picking up the menu you just set down. He flips it open and angles it back toward you like that is the only sensible conversation available. âCâmon. What do you like? Not what youâll settle for⌠what youâll actually like. Ten hours is a long time, sweetheart.â
Brow knitting, you frown.
He cannot be serious. That is not the priority right now.
âThatâthat can wait. We need toââ
ââestablish the basics, yeah.â He rolls his eyes and tips his head back against the seat, like your resistance is personally exhausting him. But then his gaze flicks back, amused. âAnd Iâm just saying food is a basic necessity. Because you skip lunch when youâre busy, forget breakfast when youâre anxious, and then act shocked when you feel like shit three hours later. So, eat.â He places the menu back in your hands. âPreferably something that isnât stale pretzels, yeah?â
Something hot and startled climbs your neck so fast itâs almost impressive. Your mouth opens, but whatever rebuttal is forming never makes it. Because before you can recoverâ
âHonestly, I gotta say⌠the soba is pretty good too, actually.â His face is suddenly just over your shoulder, murmuring close enough that you feel the heat of him against your ear. âIf you donât want the wagyu, that is. Waitâscratch that. Maybe ramenâŚ?â His finger traces a line on the menu, pale lashes lowering, tongue clinking gently. âMm⌠never mind. Too much broth and there could be turbulence.â
Your whole body stiffens. Because his closeness does not feel unwelcome. Which is exactly the problem.
âŚwhen did he get so comfortable?!
ââŚstop doing that,â you mutter, pulling back. He looks over, the picture of innocence. âDoing what?â
Your lips purse.
âI dunno. BeingâŚâ  But the word dissolves, and you're reaching for your water, needing something to do with your hands. âSo⌠comfortable. Soââ You cut yourself off with a small huff. âLike this.â
His grin is unbearable, lazy and crooked.
âOh?â he reclines. âLike what, baby?â
You sputter into your water.
âBaby?â
Youâre choking on your drink, and Satoru looks entirely too pleased with himself. He's chuckling, leaning over without a second thought, one hand settling warm between your shoulder blades.
âAwwh⌠whatâs this? Donât be shy now,â he hums, the picture of helpfulness, rubbing slow circles with a sigh. âWeâre gonna have to get way cozier than this if Iâm playing boyfriend. Just establishing the basics, yeah?â
As you straighten with a glare, you can tell without a doubt he is openly enjoying himself. That grin hasnât moved a goddamn inch.
âŚasshole.
Huffing, you settle back into your seat. And it isnât long before the plane shudders gently away from the gate, inching out onto the runway with that slow, terrible sense of inevitability that only air travel is capable of producing.
âLadies and gentlemen, at this time please ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened⌠flight attendants, prepare for departure.â
The overhead announcement crackles through the cabin, too polished to be comforting. While beneath you, the whole plane seems to draw tight, a low hum building through the floor, climbing up through your seat.
You exhale, letting your eyes fall shut. Just long enough to pretend you werenât here. Just long enough to avoid the window, the runway, and the deeply unhelpful fact that your brain liked to save all its worst thoughts for takeoff.
âŚlike how first class wasnât exactly known for improving your odds. Like how takeoff and landing were statistically the worst parts. Like how the engine sounded different now, probably⌠maybe, andâ
âHey.â
Satoruâs voice came quieter this time; enough to pull your eyes back open. When you look over, that vibrant blue is already watching you â steady, unhurried, like he has been waiting for you to surface.
âAre you⌠nervous?â
âWhat? N-NoâŚâ you lie, huffing. His brow arches, sensing your bullshit. âOkay⌠then why are you doing that with your hands?â
Following his gaze, your fingers had folded into fists without even noticing, in that particular way they always do when youâre trying to physically hold yourself together.
Fuck.
Itâs ridiculous, really. You knew flying was statistically safe! Knew it the way you knew balance sheets and quarterly projections and the exact percentage margins that kept departments alive. And yet, takeoff had always felt like the part where logic starts losing altitude.
âOhâŚâ A small, awkward laugh slips out, just as the engine begins to roar. You smooth your palms over your trembling thighs, shouting over it. âItâs fine! Really! I just⌠umâI guess I donât particularly like takeoff, is all!â
His expression softens in a way you werenât braced for. But before he can answer, the plane surges forward and your eyes squeeze shut. A massive force presses you back into the seat while vibrations climb through the floor and up your spine.
Itâs terrible. Completely terrible. But somewhere in the middle of it, a warm hand slides against yours. It takes you a second to register his fingers lacing between your own, and the moment his thumb brushes the back of your hand, you instinctively grip him tighter.
Your eyes stay shut, but you feel the plane lift hard and fast into the sky. And somewhere between the roar of the engines and that awful pull in your stomach, the slow circles his thumb traces against your skin become the only thing your body seems willing to trust.
By the time the pressure eases and the plane finally levels out, your lungs have only just remembered how to work. For a second, neither of you moves untilâ
ââŚbetter?â
His voice brushes the quiet between you. You blink your eyes open.
âYeahâŚâ you whisper. âUm⌠thanks.â
He smiles. âSure.â
That thumb brushes one last time against the back of your hand before finally pulling away, dropping back into his lap with a simple nod like it had been nothing. And the loss of that warmth was immediate enough to sting.
OhâŚ
Heâs⌠annoyingly good at taking care of you. And worse, your body had recognized it before your brain could file the proper objection â clinging first, thinking later, like comfort was something you could afford to trust.
Maybe the altitude was messing with your headâŚ
Ten hours was a long time.
Long enough to work out the safest parts of the lie. How long youâve been together. Where you met. Which version of the truth felt neat enough to survive one wedding weekend without collapsing under the weight of follow-up questions.
It was just⌠not long enough, apparently, for the parts that actually mattered.
âSoooo⌠questionâŚâ Satoru had stretched lazily, turning his glass between two fingers as he glanced over. âWhat exactly should I expect when we land?â
You kept your attention on the blanket across your lap, flattening a wrinkle. âProbably⌠jet lag?â you mutter sarcastically, avoiding his gaze, fussing with the fabric. âAnd a long enough drive to regret everything in peace.â
He snorts. âWell, yeah. Obviously.â Ice clicked softly as he tipped his glass, shifting toward you. âNot what I meant, though. I meant with your family.â
And when the warmth of his attention settled against the side of your face â you hesitated. Because it was patient in a way that only made it harder to meet. Patient in the way of someone whoâs learned that pushing doesnât work on you. Which youâre unsure is better, or worse. Because waiting means heâs paying attention, and paying attention means heâll notice when you crack.
âWeâll just⌠talk about that later,â you huffed, tugging the blanket a little higher before turning toward the window. âIâm tired. Gonna try to sleep.â
Later⌠yeah. Later.
But by baggage claim, you were running out of runway. You had to do it soon. Get it over with. Preferably somewhere between the airport and your hotel, where you could spit it out quickly and not have to watch his face too closely while you did.
So now, Satoru yawns beside the conveyor belt, tired blue eyes skimming the slow parade of suitcases rounding the carousel. Hands in his pockets, shoulders loose, posture easy in a way that only makes you more tense. You stand there staring at the back of him, fingers hooked tight in the seam of your shirt.
Now.
âHey⌠Satoru?â you mumble. âHm?â His gaze lands on your luggage and heâs already stepping forward to grab it. âUm, wellâŚâ You hesitate. âAbout my family⌠Iâ"
ââoh! Lookâlook! There they are!â
The moment her voice rings through the terminal, everything inside you locks. You turn, and for one wild second, you genuinely wonder if itâs too late to get back on that godforsaken plane.
Satoru hauls your suitcase off the belt.
âWhat about them?â he asks, turning when you stop short. Then he sees your face. ââŚsweetheart?â His brows furrow, following your line of sight â and there is your mother, cutting through the crowd with Trish beside her, moving with the kind of delighted urgency you arenât prepared to see for at least another twelve hours.
No.
No, no, no.
ââoh my god, there he is!â Your mother walks straight past you â past you â and both hands are wrapping around Satoruâs like heâs who she came for. "Oh, he's handsome. Trish, lookâ"
Itâs no surprise, really, that youâre a second thought. Youâve been a second thought since before you could name it. But that isnât the wound that matters at this particular moment. The bigger problem is that sheâs here.
âŚwhy the hell is she here?!
You were supposed to have more timeâ
ââoh my god,â Trish breathes to you. âDamn. girl. Heâs, like⌠stupid handsome.â And Satoruâs grin went smug, drawling. âOh, please, ladies. Keep the compliments coming. Iâm feeling very welcomed~â
Your mother giggles. âHandsome and funny. Oh, heâs a charmer,â she says, smacking his shoulder playfully. Though the laugh lands bitter. âGod. Why on earth would she keep you from me?! I mean⌠wow. I was beginning to think sheâd die alone.â
The words hit like a slap dressed as a joke.
Satoru blinks, the smile faltering for half a second, head tilting imperceptibly.
âŚgreat.
Of fucking course sheâd say something like that within the first thirty seconds.
âMother⌠whatââ your voice wavers, eyes falling shut with a swallow. âSorry. I justâwhat are you both doing here?â
She did a tiny double take, like sheâd only just remembered you were standing there. âOh, honeyâŚâ A hand waves, scoffing. âDonât be sillyâof course weâre here to pick you up! God. I wouldnât leave you stranded at the airport,â she snorts.
Oh, right.
So she wouldnât abandon you at an airport. Just in another country.
âŚgood to know there's a line somewhere.
âBesides, why donât you both just stay with us instead?â sheâs already reaching for Satoruâs hand again, bright with the idea. âWeâve got a guest room ready, and Iâd love for the chance to talk to you.â
Your body goes rigid.
Oh no. Fuck no.
Anything but that.
Satoru must have seen it written across your face â that particular shade of panic âbecause his eyes cut to you for only half a second before he slips his hand free, turning back to your mother with a smile already in place.
âThatâs incredibly kind, maâam,â he says, tugging you into his side with an ease that shouldnât have felt as steadying as it did. âBut weâre staying pretty close to my familyâs place, and I should probably swing by tomorrow morning.â He rubs the back of his neck with a theatrical groan. âItâs been a few months since Iâve seen my father, and trust me, Iâll regret it if he finds out I came to Tokyo and didnât stop by, yâknow?â
Apparently, ten hours isnât long enough for the parts that actually matter, becauseâŚ
âOh? Your familyâs place?â your mother repeats, brows lifting. âSo, are they here in Tokyo too, then?â He nods. âMm, yeah. Pretty much all the Gojos areâat least on my dadâs side. My momâs in Kyoto.â
âŚ
Wait.
Did he just say Gojo?
As inâ
Your bossâs family?!
No. Absolutely not. Between the jet lag, the shock, and your mother still glowing beside you, your brain simply does not have the bandwidth for this. Your lips part, blinking like that might somehow rearrange what he just said into something less insane.
Nothing comes out.
âGojoâŚâ your mother repeats, brows knitting. âWhy does that sound familiar?â Trish blinks. "Waitâlike⌠Gojo Corporation Gojo?!"
Satoruâs grin widens. âYep. Thatâd be us.â
âAh!â Your mother snaps her fingers. âGojo Corporation. Yesâof course! Silly me. I thought that name seemed familiarâŚâ
And now, the hurt arrives before the shock finishes landing â ugly and precise and aimed at the exact spot that never heals right. Five years of your work, your career, your life inside that building. But she only knows it because a handsome man says it in a terminal.
You stare. âMom⌠you can't be serious?â and the hurt in your own voice catches you off guard. âIâve⌠I've literally been working at Gojo Corporation for the last five years.â
Fuck...
Get it together.
Out of the corner of your eye, Satoru watches you. But your mother moves on like youâre invisible.
âOh Satoru Gojo, you just keep getting better and better.â You feel him hesitating as she tugs eagerly. âComeâcome! At least let us drive you both to the hotel, hm? Thereâs so much I need to hear andââ
ââsorry maâam, no.â
Satoruâs pulling you into him like the decision has already been made. And you blink while his fingers smooth gently through your hair, tipping your chin up with a long finger.
You blink, because Satoru is pulling you into him like the decision has already been made. When his fingers smooth gently through your hair, your breath hitches as he tips your chin up.
âHonestly, Iâm beatâŚâ His thumb brushes your cheek, gaze searching your face. ââŚarenât you, love?â
Thereâs a hitch in your breath
Oh.
So⌠youâre not invisible?
As it leaves you in a quiet shudder, for one suspended second, there is nothing but that soft blue of his eyes and the way theyâve gone gentle for you. All you can do is nod â and a single tear slips free before you can stop it.
He tucks you against his chest, hiding your face, and flashes a grin back at your mother.
âUgh⌠I appreciate you coming to get us, but weâve been up for way too long andââ Glancing down at his phone, he lets out a small laugh. âAh. Perfect timing! Would ya look at thatâmy driverâs here.â A tug of your hand. âBut weâll catch up tomorrow, yeah? Bye, ladies~â
Your legs are moving on their own, and you donât even catch the expression on your motherâs face. Canât. Not when your pulse is still tripping over itself. Not when his hand wraps around yours like letting go isnât even a question.
The suitcase rolled behind you, with the airport crowd bustling. While those bright eyes flicked back, making sure you were still there every few steps.
âCâmon, pretty girl⌠weâre almost there,â he murmurs. âJust stay with me, okay? Eyes on me, yeah?â
And⌠you werenât sure why he lowered his voice. Not when they were already well out of earshot. You only know that⌠it nearly undoes you all over again.
By the time the limo pulls away from the curb, Satoru had already figured out two things: your mother was awful, and somehow, heâd gotten you out of there only to realize he hadnât fully brought you back with him.
Itâs the furrow in your brow that gets him first⌠then the wobble in your lip â the one you think youâre hiding, the one you always think youâre hiding. You havenât said a word since climbing into the backseat. Havenât looked at him either. Instead, you stay toward the window, watching Tokyo slip by in blurred ribbons of light, glowing against the glass in streaks of neon. A city that has no business being that beautiful when you look that broken.
âŚshit. Should he crack a joke? No. Maybe not.
But asking if youâre okay feels useless. You obviously arenât. And worse, saying it out loud feels like the fastest way to make you disappear even further behind that window â to watch you pull the shutters down the way you always do.
âWell, thenâŚâ A hand drags through his hair as he lets his head fall back against the seat. âUm⌠gotta sayâyour family really believes in making an entrance, huh? Talk aboutââ
ââI thought your name was Satoru Geto.â
He blinks.
âHuh?â
Your gaze finally pulls from the window, landing on him, and the hurt in it is so carefully contained it almost looks like composure. Almost. Except heâs spent four months learning to read you, and composure doesnât tremble at the edges like that.
ââŚSatoru Geto,â you mutter carefully. âThatâs the name on your employee record, no?â
Oh...
Right. That.
ââŚis it?â His gaze slips away, fingers scratching at the back of his neck. âYeah⌠um. About that. Getoâs actually my best friend. I just used his last name because the initials matched.â Heâs flopping back against the seat with a small shrug, one arm slinging across the top. âMade it easier to sign off on stuff that way. Gotta work smarter, not harder, right?â
And tilting his head, a crooked grin tugs at the corner of his lips.
Yours doesnât move.
âRight,â you deadpan, turning back toward the window. âSo your plan was to just let me keep calling you that.â
You donât say it like a question.
âŚis it a question?
Satoruâs brow furrows at the hurt threaded beneath the words. âNo⌠Iââ he huffs, hands dropping into his lap. âObviously I had to hide it while I was working with you, but my legal name was on the boarding pass I gave you, so itâs not like I was actively hiding it, sweetheart.â
You scoff under your breath. âOh. Cool. So I was just supposed to⌠whatâfigure that out on my own?â And suddenly, your voice is doing this awful thing now â losing its clean, controlled shape, slipping into something thinner. Hotter.
He hears it immediately, sighing. âSorry⌠but why is this the problem?â he asks, more confused than anything now. âHelp me out here. I mean⌠I thought your mom was what had you upset back there.â
Your eyes roll. âYour name is literally on my paycheck, Gojo. How is that not a problem?â
He stares. Genuinely stares. Because for a second, he doesnât know what to do with that. To him, his name was just a name. The company was just a company. Status had always felt like something other people got weird about first. Not him.
So, like an idiot, he goes for the joke.
âWell⌠technically, I think my name is on a lot of paychecks, soâ"
ââJesus Christ, am I a fucking joke to you?â
And the humor drops out of him so fast it almost startles you. Shit. That backfired tremendously. âWhoaâwhat? No!â He straightens, brow furrowing. âNo, no, no. God, noâsweetheart, of course not. Why would you think that?â
Youâre looking away before he can see what that does to your face, because you hate how quickly his voice goes from careless to cracked. Hate yourself for making it do that.
Damnit.
You know that wasnât fair. He had just gotten you out of there. Seen you unraveling in that airport and stepped in without making it worse. Without making you ask. And still â somehow, in the span of twenty minutes, the whole world had shifted under your feet. Him, your mother, that last name. This damn⌠wedding.
âŚwhy does everything feel so hard to sort through right now?
âJustâŚâ You swallow, shifting towards the window, blinking back tears. âSorry. Donât talk to me right now.â
His expression softens. âCâmon⌠no,â he murmurs. âPlease⌠please donât be like that. Iâm sorry you found out this way. I shouldâve told you sooner.â
The crack in his voice makes everything unbearable, and outside, Tokyo keeps sliding past in fractured light. So, you look at the window because itâs easier than looking at him. Easier than trying to untangle the mess that is your life. Easier than naming what specifically hurts so much.
And easier than asking yourself what, exactly, had been real and what had only ever been off the record.
Clearly, the universe looked at the absolute clusterfuck of this trip and decided it wasn't finished with you yet.
Because apparently, your fake boyfriend had a limo. Your fake boyfriend, who can upgrade your tickets to first class like itâs nothing. Your fake boyfriend who is also, apparently, your boss â and decided to book you at a luxurious five-star hotel in Tokyo while somehow neglecting to mention that part too.
Whatever. Either way, you're too tired to care. Or maybe just too tired to forgive him â despite the way the marble floors and soft gold light whisper luxury around you like an apology you didnât ask for.
All you know, is that by the time the two of you make it upstairs, your silence was beyond awkward and hardened into something heavier. More deliberate. So, the moment the suite door clicks open, youâre beelining to the bedroom.
âGoodnight.â
You mutter it under your breath, shutting yourself into the bathroom before he can answer you. And when you change into your pajamas, you try not to linger in the mirror â because your whole face feels tight from holding yourself together, from trying not to cry for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. And as if that weren't enough, the wedding is tomorrow.
âŚhow the fuck are you supposed to get through that too?!
With an exhausted sigh, you push open the bedroom door, reach back to kill the light, andâ
ââŚwhat are you doing?â you deadpan, stopping cold in the entryway. Because at the foot of the bed, you find Satoru in sweats, crouched on the floor, carefully spreading a blanket across it. He smooths the corner flat and those blue eyes flick up, then drop back down.
âMaking myself comfortable?â
âŚ
That explains absolutely nothing.
Your brows pull together. âOkaaayâŚ? Clearly. Butâwhy?â Rolling your eyes, your arms cross. âDonât tell me you fucked up the reservation. I mean, youâre the one who booked this place. Donât you have your own suite?â
âYup. I do.â
He says it so easily it almost irritates you more. You watch him fluff the pillow and set it on the floor like this is perfectly normal behavior for a man who can apparently summon private drivers and spend obscene amounts of money at the drop of a hat.
Your teeth grit. âGreat. So go lay in your bed.â
Exhaling through his nose, he lowers himself onto the marble like itâs no different than a mattress. One arm tucks behind his head, the other rests over his stomach, all lazy limbs and impossible calm.
âNah,â he says. âThink Iâll sleep here. Promised you wouldnât be alone this trip.â
And the universe, apparently, hadn't taken quite enough from your dignity yet. Because you find yourself genuinely speechless.
For a moment, you just stand there looking at him â at the ridiculous length of him stretched out across the floor, at the fact that he has a whole bed somewhere else and was still choosing this â and at how he somehow managed to make the gesture feel casual enough not to embarrass you and sincere enough that it did anyway.
ââŚsuit yourself,â you grumble, stomping over to your bed.
You yank the covers back and climb in with an irritated sweep, reaching over to find the light. Darkness folds over the room in one soft rush, and for a while, thereâs only the low hum of air conditioning and the distant glow of Tokyo bleeding dimly through the curtains. Somewhere beneath it all, you can hear the faint rustle of fabric from the floor, the small settling sound of him getting comfortable.
âŚ
Or trying to.
You lie stiffly on your side, facing away from the edge of the bed that he lays, staring into the dark like you can force your mind to shut up if you just do it hard enough.
UghâŚ
Despite how tired you are, sleep feels impossible.
Rolling your eyes, you pick up your pillow and shift to the other side of the bed with an annoyed little huff. And thereâs the broad line of his back in the dark. One arm folded under his head, the other sprawled carelessly over the blanket, like this is all perfectly normal. Like sleeping on the marble floor in a five-star hotel is not objectively unhinged behavior.
ââŚyouâre actually gonna sleep down there?â you mutter into the dark.
âMm.â His voice comes easy, amused. âYou should be sleeping, missy.â
âSo should you,â you huff. âIn a bed.â
Chuckling, he shifts onto his back, sprawling out like a starfish. He hums. âNahhh,â and an exaggerated exhale breathes out of him, tired. âThe floorâs fine. Iâm reconnecting with the earth. Re-centering. Some might say itâs very⌠grounding.â
You can hear that pleased little smirk of his, even in the dark, and it pulls a snort out of you before you can stop it. ââŚwow, seriously?â Biting back a grin. âYouâre so stupid.â
He laughs under his breath. âYeah⌠maybe. Wouldnât be the first time Iâve been called that. Probably wonât be the last, either. ButâŚâ With a tired sigh, he drapes his arm over his face, half-hiding in the dark. ââŚguess Iâd rather be stupid than leave you alone, though.â
The words slip out, and the room goes strangely quiet. Something tender and awful pulling tight in your throat as you stare down at him for a second too long.
âŚwhat are you even supposed to do with that? With him?
Heâs down there on the floor, keeping a promise you never asked him to make.
Swallowing, your fingers tighten on the blanket. ââŚhey, Satoru?â That low hum answers, and you hesitate, staring at the dark shape of him on the floor, your heart doing something stupid and uncomfortable against your ribs.
âCome up here,â you blurt.
âŚ
Silence.
âWait⌠huh?â
Your eyes squeeze shut.
As if saying it once wasnât bad enough.
âI-I meanâŚâ youâre shifting onto your back, staring hard at the ceiling because looking at him suddenly feels impossible. âI just⌠thereâs plenty of room, so justâcome up.â
âŚ
Heâs quiet just long enough to make your face burn hotter. And when heâs pushing himself onto one elbow, even in the dark, you can feel the disbelief radiating off of him like heat.
âUh⌠right,â he laughs awkwardly. âI think the jet lagâs getting to me, because thereâs no way I heard that right unless youâre fucking with me.â
You cover your face with a groan.
Oh, for fuckâs sake. âChrist, stop making this harderââ you snap, voice rising. âIâm serious you idiot! Because youâre not making me feel worse tonight by sleeping on the goddamn floorâso hurry and get your ass up here beforeââ
ââyes maâam.â
Heâs moving before you can rethink the entire thing, despite how your pulse is suddenly loud in your own ears. You scoot over, clutching the blanket to your chest, and the mattress dips beneath his weight â the sheets rustle. His body shifts. And then everything goes still.
âŚtoo still.
All you can do is lie there. Stiff. Acutely, helplessly aware of him. But itâs dark â mercifully dark â and thank god for that, because you donât think you could survive seeing his face right now. Not this close. Not after that. Not with your own invitation still echoing back at you like something youâd like to physically retrieve out of thin air.
âSooooâŚâ he mumbles, fingers tapping the mattress. âUm⌠for the record, this is like⌠significantly nicer than my original arrangement. Way less marble.â
Despite the nerves, his words loosen a laugh from your chest. ââŚyeah? Well, good,â you mutter, tugging the blanket a little higher. âBecause honestly, the level of commitment you were showing that floor was a little concerning.â
He chuckles. âTrue, true.â And suddenly, you can hear the lazy stretch of a grin in his voice. âBuuuut I mean⌠I wasnât about to lose our first fightânot as your boyfriend.â
Your breath catches. âW-WowâŚâ You huff like thatâll cover it. âYouâum⌠got real comfortable with that word fast,â you mutter, trying for dry and missing by a mile.
A low hum. âI'm a committed man. What can I say?â and his voice is all smug velvet and sleep-rough warmth. âMmm⌠I kinda like the sound of it, actually.â
The words land lower than they should. Because that should not sound as good as it does.
âD-Donât⌠donât say it like that,â you stammer.
The mattress dips.
âMm?â he whispers. ââŚwell, how else should I say it, princess?â
âŚ
Fake.
Fake boyfriend.
The word lands somewhere quiet and ugly under your ribs, and all at once the warmth of the bed feels strange against your skin. Because that's what this is. What it has to be. A role. A weekend. A lie with soft edges and an expiration date. AndâŚ
âJustânevermindâŚâ you mutter, shoving it down, repositioning your pillow. âLaying in a bed with my boss was not really on my bingo card for this trip. Or finding out halfway through it, apparently.â
He scoffs. âIâm not your boss. My dadâs your boss.â A humorless breath leaves you. âYeah? Well, that is not as comforting a distinction as you think it is, Gojo, when your name is still on myââ
ââSatoru,â he corrects softly.
You blink into the dark.
âWait. Sorry⌠what?â
A small huff leaves him, almost annoyed, almost something softer. âItâs justâŚâ he grumbles, shifting against the sheets, âI like it a lot better when you call me SatoruâŚâ And even without seeing him, you can hear it.
Is he⌠pouting?
The fabric rustles again as he shifts. âLookâŚâ he says after a beat, and the teasing has gone out of his voice now. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you sooner. I justâŚâ He exhales through his nose. âI didnât think hearing my last name would make you start acting like I was suddenly somebody else...?â
Your lashes flutter as he scoots closer, and this time, your breath catches. Because a thin line of moonlight slips through the curtains, cutting across the bed just enough to catch him there. The loose fall of white hair over his forehead, the softened line of his mouth, the pale blue of his eyes gone dim and almost silver in the dark.
âAndâŚâ His voice lowers, softer now. âI guess I didnât realize how much I liked just being Satoru to you..." Those blue eyes dip to your lips, just for a second, before lifting back to yours. His breath hitches.
âYâknow Iâm still me⌠right?â He whispers.
As his breath fans across your face, you feel fingers slipping over yours, careful enough to feel like a question, and your pulse does something wild. Because for one suspended second, he doesnât look real. He looks like something half-dreamed.
Beautiful.
âRightâŚâ you breathe, the word thin. âI know that, and⌠I-Iâm sorry for lashing out at you earlier. I just⌠I wasnât expecting any of this, and then everything at the airport andâand godâand then my mom andâ"
The words are tumbling out now, too fast, too loose, and even in the dark you feel laid open by them. Bare in a way that makes you want to snatch every one back. Because there he is, looking at you with that same unbearable patience, thumb brushing over the back of your hand in slow, absent strokes, his mouth tipped in a smile so soft it almost feels private.
âŚyours.
And thatâs whatâs terrifying. He feels like something you could lean into. Like warmth can be simple. Unconditional. Real.
ButâŚ
Nothing in your life has ever taught you how to lean into warmth without waiting for the condition beneath it. Without turning it over, looking for the fine print. So, perhaps thatâs why, when his thumb brushes over your hand again, you pull away.
And his frown is instant.
âI-IâŚâ Your eyes squeeze shut as you clear your throat. âSorry.â The word comes out frayed. âI want you to know I appreciate you doing this. Genuinely. ButâŚâ You swallow hard around the ache pressing at the base of your throat. âTomorrow is it.â
The room goes so quiet you can hear the air conditioning hum.
His brow furrows, pushing himself up on his elbow. âUm⌠what are you saying?â He scoffs, lips pulling into a disbelieving grin. âI donât understand. Why are you acting like everythingââ
ââafter this is over,â you blurt, chest rising. âYou can justâforget all this happened, okay?â And your voice thins. Blinking back tears, your eyes flick away. âThatâs it. Youâll forget about me. You go back to your life. I go back to mine. Just like we agreed andââ
ââI donât remember agreeing to that.â
Your eyes glance back from the hurt in his voice, and somehow that only makes it worse. Because...
Why?
Why does he have to look at you like that?
You exhale shakily. âI think we both need sleep more than we need this conversation, soâŚâ The blanket is already up at your chin by the time the words leave you. âLetâs⌠leave it at that. Okay? Iâm exhausted," you whisper. "Goodnight, Satoru.â
Shifting away, you roll onto your side before he can say anything else, before he can make this harder than it already is. The bed gives with a quiet creak behind you.
âGoodnight, sweetheart.â
And you lie there, holding yourself rigid, as if that could undo the part of you that almost turned back.
Still. Despite how tired you are⌠sleep feels impossible.
a/n. oof. sorry for leaving you on the angst đ but this felt like the right place to split it so part 3 can be fully wedding-focused. tysm for reading! i'm blown away by all your support. he's literally so patient and attentive, whaaa. i wanna eat him up đ
apocalypse - one
undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]
warnings [mdni] - angst | implied trauma | mean sukuna
wc - 7.3k
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ryomen sukuna knew three things about his soulmate.Â
she drank too much caffeine, she slept curled on her side whenever anxiety crawled beneath her skin and whenever she read for hours on end or colored, the noise in his head quieted enough to let him breathe.Â
it was fucking irritating.Â
the first time she got under his skin, it was in the middle of his first match.Â
heâd nearly put his fist through the guy, rage sitting ugly beneath his ribs as blood pooled in his mouth and sweat dripped down his spine.Â
then suddenly, he was overcome with serenity heâd never experienced before.Â
a calmness that wasnât his own, never his own.Â
something soft slipped beneath his skin then, warm and quiet in a way he wasnât used to. like somebody had pressed cold hands against the back of his neck after years of burning where he stood.Â
heâd won that match.Â
âagain?â toji muttered from across the gym, cigarette balanced lazily between scarred fingers.Â
sukuna rolled his jaw once before slamming another punch into the heavy bag hard enough for the chains overhead to rattle violently.Â
âfuck off.âÂ
toji smirked, tongue peaking out to lick at the scar against his lip.Â
the gym smelled like rust, sweat and the metallic ting of blood that both men were used to. it was a shitty set up buried beneath the city in the lower levels of an abandoned parking structure. it barely looked legal from the outside and the inside wasn't much better.Â
the concrete floors, flickering lights and men all too violent to exist comfortably above ground.Â
and it was the place ryomen sukuna felt alive.Â
sukuna had been fighting since he was fifteen and filled with a rage even he couldnât understand.Â
toji found him bloody outside a convenience store after some older guys tried jumping him for gambling money.Â
it was clear they didnât get the money but sukuna took that fire in his gaze out on them.Â
sukuna still recalled the way toji looked down at him, droplets cascading down his sharp features and dark hair, damp cigarette hanging from his mouth while blood dripped steadily from sukunaâs split brow.Â
âyou fight like an animal,â toji began, taking a drag of his fading cig before tilting his head at the salmon haired boy, âwhat if i told you that you could beat the shit out of guys every day and get paid for it?âÂ
a fucking dream is what that was. he gets to utilize his anger and he could finally get out of his fatherâs house.Â
how could sukuna even say no?Â
somehow, it turned into this.Â
years later, ryomen sukuna had become the name whispered through underground rings across the city. not because he was the biggest or the strongest, but because he was cruel.Â
there was something deeply unsettling about the way sukuna fought.Â
controlled, almost lazy sometimes. like violence came so naturally to him that he didnât even need to think about it.Â
people feared men who fought emotionally.Â
they feared ryomen sukuna more because he never did.Â
most nights, he fought beneath screaming neon lights while crowds chanted his name loud enough to shake the walls.Â
they bet on him like he was a sure thing and fuck, did he get a shitload of money from it.Â
heâd leave each night, beaten and bruised with a duffel of cash hanging off his shoulder.
he was living the dream.
that was until he arrived home, in his apartment downtown, and sat in silence while somebody elseâs emotions bled quietly into his chest.Â
a girl heâd never met yet somehow knew like the back of his hand, all too intimately.Â
he knew she liked coffee because of the bursts of energy heâd feel during mornings where he usually slept in because his fights usually carried into the night.Â
he knew she did yoga often because his muscles werenât as sore as they would get when he was younger and god knows it wasnât his doing. he didnât stretch nearly as much as toji nagged at him to.Â
he also knew that she despised him.Â
that one was obvious.Â
their bond always sharpened after his fights. her irritation sat bright and hot beneath his ribs every time he came home bruised and bloody.Â
sometimes he couldnât differentiate between his own rage and hers.Â
maybe they were more alike than he thought.Â
truthfully, sukuna didnât know how to do things any differently and frankly, he didnât care enough to.Â
he hated this whole soulmates shit. why would the universe ever pair two people together with the utmost certainty that they were perfect for each other?
and what fucking masacre did this girl commit to be bonded with him of all people?Â
violence was the only thing sukuna had ever been good at and he wouldnât change that for anyone, especially some girl who was almost a mere figment of his imagination.Â
he did that sometimes. pretended that he was a non-existent and that he was merely hallucinating her.Â
non-existents made up a very small part of the population and they were essentially humans who didnât have soulmates. like toji was.Â
lucky bastard.Â
sometimes sukuna believed toji was lying because heâd get this distant look on his face some days, kind of like himself when he felt his own soulmate torment him.Â
so maybe he was a late bloomer?Â
either way, he was in a better situation than sukuna was.Â
âyour girlâs pissed again?â toji commented dryly from where he leaned against the boxing ring ropes, head tilted with a knowingness sukuna hated.Â
toji was the one sukuna had to confide in because who else did he have?Â
when he was overwhelmed as a young teenager about his soulmate, toji would be the one he would reluctantly go to. the older man had taken him under his wing, so yes, he did trust him more than anyone.Â
he also knew that toji cared about him in his own fucked up way.Â
sukunaâs knuckles ached tonight, phantom annoyance curling beneath his skin that didnât belong to him. it was her.Â
probably studying somewhere in the city while silently wishing death upon him.Â
the thought almost made him grin.Â
throughout the years, pissing her off became a hobby of some sort, though he knew she didnât find it nearly as amusing as he did.Â
âat least you know sheâs got personality.â toji stated once more as sukuna finally stopped punching and turned to shoot the man a glare.Â
âshut the fuck up.â
toji huffed out a laugh, âgod help you both when you finally meet.â
the thought made sukuna freeze momentarily.Â
it was almost sad.Â
usually, at least from what sukuna knew, people usually couldnât wait to meet their soulmates.Â
then there was sukuna, filled with dread at the mere idea.Â
sukuna hated even talking about the bond.Â
he hated how aware he was of her.Â
because despite everything, the distance and never seeing her to begin with, she felt woven into him already, like a haunting.Â
some nights, when his insomnia clawed violently at his nerves after fights, heâd feel her wrap her arms around herself beneath warm blankets god knows where.Â
and sleep came easier those nights.Â
he couldnât explain it and truthfully, he didnât like to think about it.Â
he hated talking about her because the truth was ugly.Â
that he didnât particularly hate her. which is exactly why he knew meeting her would ruin everything.Â
naturally, his solution was to sabotage everything which is why he started to sleep around with non-existents whenever he got the chance.Â
and he knew what it did to her.Â
good. he hoped it made her despise him enough to never want anything to do with him, whether they meet now or twenty years down the line.Â
sukuna didnât want anything to do with her.Â
â
you hated downtown on friday nights.Â
it was always too loud and all too crowded.Â
neon signs bled into rain-slick streets while bass-heavy music spilled from every open doorway along the block.Â
girls stumbled across sidewalks in tiny dresses and tall heels, drunken laughter cutting through the humid summer night air while taxis lined the streets endlessly.Â
the city looked beautiful after dark, but you still wanted to be everywhere but here.Â
âstop looking at people with that judgy look of yours.â shoko muttered beside you, nudging your shoulder lightly as the three of you crossed the street.
âiâm not judging, iâm just looking aroundâŚâ you defended with a huff as you hugged yourself protectively, little kitten heels clicking against the pavement.Â
âyou are judging,â utahime confirmed, âitâs your classic disgusted and glare-ey look.âÂ
âwell excuse me, youâre the ones who brought me to crackhead-ville.â you glared at the two girls as shoko rolled her eeys before hooking her arm through yours anyway.Â
she pulled you towards the entrance of yet another overcrowded building downtown.
apparently, tonightâs party was being held somewhere above an abandoned old bar. or beneath it.Â
either way, something you found entirely too ominous but you were too distracted when shoko was explaining to actually disagree.Â
your soulmate had spent the entire evening restless beneath your skin. not angry but worse.Â
aware.Â
you felt him constantly tonight.Â
a steady pulse of adrenaline humming through your bloodstream that didnât belong to you.Â
your chest had felt tight since leaving the penthouse, some strange tension settling low in your stomach like your body was anticipating something before your mind could catch up.
it was unsettling.Â
you blamed the lack of sleep, or rather, you blamed him. you blamed him for it all.Â
âew, ewâŚâ you muttered as shoko pulled you through the door into what you could only describe as chaos.Â
warmth and noise hit you instantly.Â
bodies crowded wall to wall beneath flashing lights while music shook violently through the floorboards.Â
cigarette smoke lingered in the air despite the open windows somewhere deeper inside the space.Â
you physically recoiled.Â
âoh my god,â utahime muttered beside you, laughing softly at the expression painting your features, âyou look horrified.âÂ
âi am horrified!âÂ
shoko snorted, ârich kids.âÂ
you threw her a glare before the three of you squeezed through the crowd until you reached a quieter section tucked near the back of the room.Â
a curved leather couch sat half-empty beneath dim red lights, thankfully far enough from the speakers that your skull stopped vibrating the second you sat down.Â
you exhaled deeply, chest deflating as you blinked up at your friends who were looking at you with amusement.Â
âdrinks?â utahime questioned as shoko nodded eagerly while you merely hummed, shoulders tense as you gazed around the sea of bodies.Â
utahime disappeared toward the bar while shoko took a seat beside you, the leather beneath you sticky in a way that had you shuddering, sitting at the very edge of the couch.Â
fuck, you hated this and you couldnât explain why.Â
yes, you hated parties in general but you just felt wrong.Â
âyouâre being weird tonight.â shoko observed, eyes narrowed on your tense figure.Â
you frowned faintly, âi knowâŚi feel weird.â
your skin felt like it was buzzing, chest vibrating in a way it usually wasnât.Â
it wasnât necessarily bad, but simply off.Â
you felt your soulmate more than ever tonight, you were almost hyperaware.Â
he felt electric.Â
every emotion coming from him felt sharper somehow, close enough that you could almost mistake them for your own.Â
your pulse kept jumping for no reason.Â
fuck, you hated this.Â
âis it devils dick?â shoko casually asked as your eyes closed momentarily.Â
how would you explain that it was both yes and no.Â
yes, the bond felt different tonight.Â
but no, it wasnât muscle aches or phantom pain you were feeling on his end, though you didn't want to speak too soon.Â
it was a friday after all. friday nights usually meant bruised ribs by saturday morning.Â
âoh my god, guys!â hime stood before you, handing shoko her drink before placing a water bottle in your hand, âeveryoneâs saying gojo and his crew are gonna be here!âÂ
your eyes rolled gently, very much aware of utahimeâs obsession with those random illegitimate fighters.Â
underground fights happened constantly throughout the city.Â
illegal betting rings buried beneath clubs and abandoned buildings, violent enough that respectable people pretended they didnât exist despite everyone secretly knowing otherwise.Â
your father even told you how known politicians and well known figures even placed bets they hid from the public. Â
and lately, there was one name that everyone kept talking about-
âdo you think sukuna would show up?â shoko questioned, eyes wide with excitement, taking a sip of her cherry vodka as you looked between the two girls.Â
ryomen sukuna.Â
youâd heard it constantly from utahime the past few months.Â
uathime, shoko, sora and percy often went on double dates to these underground fights you had zero interest in.Â
you were very much used to fifth wheeling alongside your friends, that wasnât the issue. the issue was rooted in the prospect of spending the night in a filthy underground boxing ring riddled with people and violence alike. yuck.Â
still, amongst all the fighters utahime gushed about, ryomen sukuna seemed to be the most known.Â
the undefeated underground fighter with pink hair and a snake tattoo across his shoulders and collarbones.Â
people were terrified of him just as equally as they were obsessed with him.Â
âpercy says sukuna knocked his opponent unconscious in under thirty seconds last week!â shoko stated, taking another sip as utahime nodded frantically.Â
âheâs insane!â utahime gushed, âlike, gojo is obviously a show off and just cares about the clout he gets but sukuna? heâs terrifyingâŚâ
utahime continued, you were sure. you could see her mouth moving but you didnât-couldnât register the words she'd uttered.Â
the world around you turned hazy, just enough to feel like everything slowed in a way that definitely wasnât normal.Â
your heartbeat stopped, not metaphorically, but physically.Â
a sharp wave of adrenaline crashed violently into your chest hard enough to steal the breath straight from your lungs.Â
you went still, every muscle in your body tightening instinctively.Â
you could see both of the girls leaning towards you, brows furrowed in concern, mouths moving and uttering words you knew were dipped in concern. you couldnât hear any of it.Â
you swallowed hard, eyes darting up and around you, as if a siren was luring you towards the crowd, come to me, come, come.Â
fuck, were you drugged or something?
your heartbeat stuttered painfully beneath your ribs, once, twice then again.Â
you felt like youâd been dropped underwater while everyone else remained above the surface.Â
the bond felt raw and entirely too overwhelming.
it felt like standing at the edge of something life-altering, like your soul had recognized something before your mind could catch up to it.Â
for the first time since youâd first felt your soulmate, he didnât feel far away.Â
you had grown used to the idea of him, something intangible and not truly real.Â
merely a ghost haunting the edges of your nervous system, phantom bruises in the middle of lectures and an adrenaline rush at three in the morning.Â
he was the deep-seated exhaustion that riddled your body but didnât belong to you.Â
but this felt real. close enough to touch.Â
the sensation crawled slowly beneath your skin, winding around your ribs like invisible string being pulled tighter and tighter and tighter until you thought you might choke on it.Â
the realization hit your bloodstream like a drug.Â
he was here, you knew it. you could feel it in your bones.Â
your eyes darted towards the door that had swung open, summer air rushing inside alongside four figures dressed almost entirely in black.Â
the first thing you noticed was height.Â
they all carried themselves with the same dangerous sort of confidence, the kind that came from men who had never truly feared consequences before.Â
one of them had snowy white locks, the tallest of the bunch, bright enough to catch beneath the flashing lights, sunglasses balanced lazily across his nose despite the fact that it was nearly midnight.Â
another stood beside him, quieter with shoulder length black locks with stretched gauges in his ears and sharp eyes that swept across the room once before settling into bored indifference.
the third one was shorter than the rest but still tall, black locks in two spiked buns with a joint resting between plump pink lips, eyes hooded in a way that exposed that joint not being his first of the night.
they were all attractive in a way that felt almost unfair and dangerous.Â
people moved out of their path without being asked.Â
your eyes turned to the one trailing just a step behind them and your breath caught so violently, it hurt.Â
the salmon colored locks gave him away.Â
ryomen sukuna.Â
tattoos curled dark against tan skin disappearing beneath the collar of a black shirt that stretched across broad shoulders.Â
even from where you stood, you could see the dried blood and bruises across his knuckles.Â
he looked nothing like what youâd imagined from shokoâs descriptions.Â
and simultaneously, exactly like it too.Â
something deep inside you snapped taut, your stomach dropping.Â
you could tell he was dazed too, jaw locked and eyes blinking at a slow pace, eyes looking around the sea of bodies.Â
the soulmate bond surged so hard beneath your ribs, you physically recoiled, fingers gripping the edge of the leather couch.Â
oh god. no, no, no.
oh my godâŚ
âoh my god,â utahime whispered beside you, though unlike you, she sounded impressed rather than horrified.Â
shoko looked moments away from passing out entirely.Â
âthatâs him!â she breathed out quietly.Â
you couldnât answer, breath stilling and hands trembling.Â
because sukuna had stopped walking.
fuck, the realization came slowly enough to feel cruel.Â
maroon eyes met your own and the room around you dissolved entirely. the music became muffled noise, lights blurring and the crowd disappeared.
all you could see was him. him. him. him.Â
he was all you could see, feel and you knew all he could see was you.Â
sukuna felt it the second he stepped through the doorway.Â
you.Â
the bond snapped violently alive beneath his skin hard enough that his entire body locked for half a second mid-step.Â
he almost thought someone had drugged him until he remembered he hadnât even drank anything yet.Â
then what was this feeling?Â
his eyes locked on yours and he felt the most alive heâd felt in his life.
something even the ring and the violence couldn't offer.Â
there you were, all too pretty and wide eyed.Â
he barely heard gojo speak beside him anymore, the lanky man rambling on about some idiot from last weekâs fight who apparently called him out on twitter after.Â
sukuna ignored him completely because across the room sat a girl staring at him like sheâd seen a ghost.Â
and in some ways, he was your ghost.Â
he haunted you and lived under your skin in ways he was sure you didnât appreciate in the slightest.Â
his soulmate.Â
years of phantom feelings crashed together all at once so violently, it almost made him sick.Â
because the realization hit him harder than heâd anticipated and yes, he had anticipated this.Â
the moment heâd meet his soulmate.Â
well, he dreaded more than anticipated it.Â
it hit him hard because he realized that he knew this girl.Â
sukuna had never met you, yet, he bet he knew you more than the two girls hovering over you. more than fucking anyone.Â
you were the girl whose stress bled into his bones during finals week, the girl who wrapped her arms around herself at night and somehow lulled him to sleep from miles away.Â
you were real.Â
and you looked soft.Â
that was the first thing he took note of.Â
soft skin, soft wide eyes, soft pink shimmery gloss coating your plush lips he recognized only through phantom warmth heâd felt against his own skin before.Â
his soulmate was a pretty little thing, so pretty it almost made his chest ache. in your tiny skirt and halter top.
far too fucking pretty to belong anywhere near him.Â
âsukuna?âÂ
chosoâs voice cut through the haze faintly and sukuna snapped out of it, gaze finally leaving hers to glance at his friend who tilted his head towards the other side of the room.Â
sukuna resisted the urge to glance at you as he made his way across the room.
fuck, fuck, fuck!Â
this couldnât be happening, this was a fucking nightmare.Â
just as he made it across the room, he felt it.Â
warm fingertips brushing his own skin despite his hands at his sides.Â
his pulse stuttered once.Â
his gaze snapped to yours once more and your eyes widened instantly when you noticed his hand drift to his neck where your own hand was resting.Â
slowly and carefully, sukuna lifted his own hand.Â
his fingers brushed lightly against the side of his jaw, a barely there touch.Â
yet, across the room, your breath hitched sharply as warmth bloomed against your own jawline seconds later.Â
not imagined or coincidence. it was all real, so so real.Â
your stomach twisted violently.Â
oh no. no no no no.Â
shoko was gazing at you, âwhatâs wrong?!âÂ
you couldnât answer, eyes stuck on a pair of crimson that held you hostage.
her eyes narrowed as both her and utahime followed your gaze before catching sukunaâs eyes on you.Â
then they both looked between you both a total of five times before realization hit.Â
âwait,â shoko whispered harshly, hand shooting out to grip your arm, âWAIT.â
your heartbeat pounded so violently, you thought you might faint right then and there beneath the flashing red lights.
what you despised most is that it made sense.Â
of course it was him. a violent and dangerous underground fighter, fuck, that explained everything so perfectly.
if fate was a person, youâd have her by the neck right now.Â
because sukuna was still staring at you, as if he knew you already and perhaps, he did.Â
then horrifyingly, he smirked.Â
and suddenly, you understood exactly why the entire city feared ryomen sukuna.Â
sukuna moved before he could really think about it, jaw clenched but determined.
one second he stood on the other side of the room and the next, his body was already weaving through the crowd toward you like the bond itself had wrapped invisible fingers around his spine and dragged him to you. you. his soulmate.Â
people moved instantly to let him pass.Â
you took note of that immediately.Â
you noticed the way conversations died around him, the way bodies shifted out of his path and nobody dared touch him, even accidentally.Â
it was fear, you realized. people feared him.Â
the recognition made your stomach twist.Â
âoh my god,â shoko whispered harshly beside you, nails digging into your arm, âheâs coming over here!âÂ
âi can see that.â you hissed back faintly, though your voice barely sounded like your own.Â
fuck, you should leave. you should absolutely leave.Â
except, you couldnât move, body drilled to where you sat, frozen in place while ryomen fucking sukuna rossed the room toward you like some predator chasing prey.Â
closer and closer and closer.Â
until suddenly, all his 6â4 glory was towering above you.Â
your breath caught embarrassingly hard.Â
up close, he was worse.Â
taller than youâd imagined and broader too.Â
there were faint bruises scattered along his jawline beneath the dim lights, on the very spot that you woke up feeling sore. fresh cuts healed across his knuckles.Â
and his eyes, god, they looked at you with the same recognition burning through your own chest.Â
sukuna looked down at you for a moment too long.Â
fuck, you were even more ethereal up close.Â
that thought hit him first and annoyingly hardest.Â
his pretty little soulmate sitting curled into the edge of a leather couch looking at him with wide doe eyes, almost expectantly with a mix of fear and restraint.Â
âhey.âÂ
his voice slid down your spine like smoke.Â
low, dangerous and rough in a way even your mind couldnât conjure up.
fuck, was this really happening?
your throat tightened instantly, âhi.â
the word left you horrifyingly softer than youâd intended and sukunaâs lips twitched at the sound.Â
your voice was his favorite sound, instantly.Â
âum,â shoko hummed, eyes wide as she shared a glance with utahime, âweâll give you two a second.â
you almost wanted to yell in protest, but the two girls were already shuffling away, shooting you encouraging looks.Â
as you glanced up at the dangerous man once more, you felt your heart still in a way you hadnât ever felt before.Â
not in fear or apprehension but calm.Â
he made you feel calm, your body stilling and quieting in a way you hadnât expected.Â
regretfully, fuck, you despised it, but when that gentleness overcame you and you looked up at himâŚ
his disheveled pink locks, his handsome rugged features and his dark eyes, all of it was him.Â
and you felt stupid for trying to deny that this man was your soulmate.Â
who else would it be?Â
âiâm sukuna,â he stated lowly, moving to take a seat beside you, leaving an appreciative distance between you, âryomen sukuna.âÂ
your name left you softly with a nod.Â
as you gazed at each other, the same realization overcame you both.Â
even with barely an introduction, you knew each other.Â
while sukuna had only fond memories of what youâd done for him, your mind was riddled with poisonous ones.Â
this was the man who often trained in the middle of the night, filling you with soreness and a rush of adrenaline that left you sleepless most nights.Â
he was the one who fucked other girls knowing what that put you through.Â
your heart clenched.Â
beyond all those things, he was the one who hugged himself to sleep after that one night of utter hell.Â
he was the one who held a hot water bottle to his stomach when your cramps left you nauseated and pained in bed.Â
as much as you wanted to forget those things, to snap yourself out of the sad patheticness that riddled you, how could you?
how could you when those were the only memories that kept your hope that he wasnât a total monster alive?
your eyes travelled along his bloodied knuckles, âyou get those a lot.âÂ
sukunaâs fists instinctively clenched at the attention.
âand you burn yourself with whatever you do your hair with at least twice a week.â
your eyes widened instantly.Â
âand you get punched like every other day!âÂ
sukunaâs mouth twitched and you hated how your eyes drifted towards the movement and your heart stuttered.Â
âbarely.â sukuna stated cooly, a small smirk painting his features.Â
your eyes drifted toward him again before you could stop yourself.Â
and then you remembered.Â
every phantom feeling, every sleepless night and every ache.
all attached to him.Â
the violence, the pain, the girls.Â
your jaw tightened, "youâre not exactly the best person to be connected to, you know.âÂ
sukunaâs expression didnât shift much, still cool, but you felt it.Â
the hollow drop in your stomach that wasnât yours. guilt.Â
real and immediate, it almost made you laugh in disbelief.Â
of course he felt guilty, he had to know he was a fucking nightmare.Â
sukuna leaned back slightly, jaw working once as his gaze flickered away from yours for half a second, âyeah, i bet.âÂ
your brows lifted, âthatâs it?âÂ
his eyes returned to yours, low and indifferent.Â
you scoffed, anger bubbling up so quickly, it nearly startled you, âthatâs all you have to say?âÂ
sukuna let out a breath through his nose, âwhat do you want me to say?â
âoh, i donât know,â you let out a sharp little laugh that held not an ounce of humor, âmaybe sorry would be a good place to start?!âÂ
sukunaâs head tilted, âsorry.âÂ
you stared at him in utter disbelief before a laugh left you once more, this time softer and dripped in something worse than anger, âwowâŚâÂ
sukunaâs eyes borrowed, âwhat?âÂ
âyouâre unbelievable is what!âÂ
âyou asked for sorry.âÂ
ânot like that!â you nsapped, voice rising just enough to have your cheeks flushing, ânot like youâre apologizing for stepping on my shoe!â
his expression hardened slightly and you felt it immediately, the irritation beginning to curl beneath his skin.Â
ugh, you hated how the closeness made both your emotions so heightened.Â
âyou have no idea what you put me through,â you continued, voice trembling despite you rbest efforts, ânone.âÂ
sukunaâs gaze darkened, âdonât do that.â
âdo what?âÂ
âact like i wasnât there too.âÂ
you blinked at him, something hot and ugly twisting in your chest.Â
was he for real?Â
âyou were there?â you repeated quietly, âyou were there?âÂ
his jaw clenched, âdonât-â
âno, please,â you leaned forward slightly, anger sharpening every word, âexplain it to me. because to my knowledge, you were the one making my life miserable while i was the one trying to keep us both sane!â
sukuna looked at you for a long moment, jaw clenching and unclenching.Â
the lights washed over his face in flashes of red, making him look even more unreal than he already did.Â
âyou think i wanted this?â he stated more than asked and your heart clenched.Â
hurt shot through you, your eyes growing glassy against your will because you knew he wasnât referring to the pain heâd put you through.Â
he meant the soulmate thing in general, fate as a whole.Â
he didnât want you.
you bit the inside of your cheek, willing your tears to stay in your eyes before breathing out, âno. but neither did i.âÂ
silence settled between you then, not peaceful but loaded.Â
sukuna could physically feel your hurt and his eyes dropped briefly to your hands where they trembled in your lap.Â
your fingers curled instantly, too proud as you hid the movement.Â
it was too late. heâd seen it.Â
even worse, heâd felt it.
âi didnât know.â he stated lowly and you froze.Â
your eyes flickered up, âwhat?âÂ
his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, expression unreadable.Â
âat first,â he clarified, âi didnât know what it did to you.âÂ
your chest tightening, knowing what he was referring to and his words didnât soothe you in the slightest.Â
âand after?âÂ
in fact, it made it all worse.Â
especially as he said nothing.Â
your face fell slightly, all the anger in you cooling into something quieter and melancholic.Â
âafter, you knew.âÂ
his gaze remained on you as his fingers flexed once against his thigh, âyeah, i knew.âÂ
your eyes burned and you hated yourself for it.Â
you hated that it still hurt despite knowing already, you hated that hearing him say it aloud made it real in a way the bond never had.Â
âwhy?â you asked, the one word absolutely humiliating as much as it was devastating.Â
sukuna looked away first and somehow, that hurt too, âbecause it was easier.âÂ
your lips parted faintly, âeasier?âÂ
he lout out a grunt, âif you hated me, you wouldnât look for me.âÂ
the words settled between you like something deadly.Â
for a second, you genuinely couldnât speak.Â
then you did, âthat is the stupidest, shittiest thing iâve ever heard.âÂ
hsi eyes snapped back to yours, scowling, âcareful.âÂ
âoh, fuck you!â you hissed lowly, âyou donât get to do that! you donât get to hurt me on purpose and then act like it was some noble sacrifice.âÂ
his jaw tightened, âit wasnât noble.âÂ
âyeah, no shit.âÂ
âit was necessary.âÂ
you laughed once, incredulous, ânecessary? well, congrats, you got what you wanted, i absolutely fucking despise you.âÂ
sukunaâs jaw clenched, eyes glaring at you, âgood. because you donât know shit about me, this saves us both the hassle.â
âi donât know you?â you shot back, âi know you more than anyone, probably. i know your body hurts more often than they donât. i know you clench your jaw when youâre mad. i know you canât sleep because of your nightmares and unless somebody practcially forces your nervous system to shut down, you could go days without it. i know youâre so angry at the fucking world, it makes you so hateful.â
sukuna went still, too still.Â
you swallowed hard, eyes burning once more, âand i know that for years, i was the one cleaning up the damage you left behind.âÂ
his eyes darkened, âcleaning up?âÂ
âyes,â your voice cracked despite yourself, âme. i was the one hugging myself to sleep because you wouldnât. i was the one stretching every morning because your body always felt like fucking concrete. i was the one coloring like a goddamn toddler at three in the morning because it was the only thing that made your anger stop choking me!âÂ
sukuna said nothing and you hated that even more.Â
you wanted him to argue back, to answer, to fucking care.Â
âdo you know how pathetic that feels?â you whispered, âtaking care of someone who kept hurting me?âÂ
his expression shifted, barely, but you felt it again.Â
the guilt, even deeper this time.Â
sukuna looked at you like he wanted to say something cruel and couldnât quite manage it, settling with, âyou didnât have to do all that.âÂ
your laugh came out watery, tears now trickling down your heated cheeks.Â
fuck, you felt nauseous, you felt so fucking sick.Â
âyeah, i know that now.âÂ
something passed across his face then, a flicker of pain so quick, you almost missed it.Â
but the bond didnât allow you to miss anything. you felt it bloom in your own chest, sharp and unwanted. his.Â
for one terrible second, you almost let it soften you.Â
almost.Â
because there it was again.Â
that tiny, stupid sliver of hope youâd spend years nurturing because it was the only thing that kept you mildly sane.Â
the one that whispered that maybe he wasn't all cruelty. maybe there was something beneath all that violence and pain.Â
maybe the boy who held a hot water bottle to his stomach when your cramps got bad had to exist somewhere inside the man sitting in front of you.Â
you looked at him then, through your blurry vision, really and truly looked.Â
the hard line of his jaw, the coldness in his eyes and the casual arrogance sitting across his shoulders like armor.Â
and that hope crumbled quietly inside your chest.Â
not dramatically or all at once, but piece by piece, like something old finally accepting it had been dead for a long time.Â
utter disappointment filled you then. you should have known better.Â
this shouldn't be surprising.Â
sukuna had spent years telling you exactly who he was, painting you the worst image of himself and you had hoped it was just that.Â
the worst of himself.Â
except the worst was all of him.Â
sukuna was cruel. not because he didnât know better but because he did.Â
because heâd known what hurt you and decided hurting you was easier than wanting you.Â
you swallowed around the ache in your throat, suddenly exhausted in a way a thousand years of sleep couldnât fix.Â
all you wanted was to be home now, cuddled up with ani in your room alone.Â
âright,â you whispered, nodding once to yourself.Â
sukunaâs brows pulled together slightly, âright what?âÂ
you pushed yourself to your feet, smoothing trembling hands over the front of your skirt because you needed something to do. anything that didnât involve looking at him.Â
âthis was enlightening.âÂ
his eyes narrowed, âsit down.âÂ
the command sparked something sharp beneath your ribs, the thorn twisting in your heart.Â
you let out a hollow laugh, âfuck you.âÂ
his jaw flexed, âdonât make a scene.âÂ
your name left him then and you hated the way your stomach fluttered at the melody of it in his voice.Â
fuck, your heart hurt.Â
because he was your soulmate. yours.
because some sick, twisted part of you had expected the universe to redeem itself when you finally found him.Â
you expected the first moment to feel like every story youâd grown up hearing, witnessed amongst your friends.Â
warmth, recognition and relief.Â
instead, you were standing in front of the man who had turned your body into a battlefield and your heart into collateral damage.Â
âi hope i never see you again.âÂ
something flickered across his face then and you didnât stay long enough to decipher it.Â
you turned around, the crowd swallowing you almost immediately as you walked away.Â
music slammed back into your skull, bodies pressing close as you pushed through them with shaking hands and blurred vision.Â
your chest felt too tight, lungs too small for the oxygen your body ached for.Â
behind you, you felt sukuna rise before you saw it. the immediate pull.
his presence growing closer and your heart stuttered stupidly.Â
some miserable, pathetic part of you sparked alive at the thought before you could kill it.Â
maybe he did care.Â
maybe he was going to take back all the words he regretted, that he would stop you and apologize properly this time.Â
he would say what youâve been waiting years to feel.Â
the thought was so humiliating, it almost made you sick.Â
âfuck are you lookinâ at?!âÂ
you heard his voice aimed at the crowd of people that were watching you both, probably since your conversation on the couch.Â
you shoved through the door and stepped into the narrow hallway outside the main room, the music muffling instantly behind you.Â
the air was cooler here, damp with rain and cigarette smoke, blue neon bleeding through the cracked windows at the end of the corridor.
you took in a breath like you hadnât breathed in days, eyes shutting as your heart hammered against your chest, trying to simply process everything that had taken place.Â
âhey.â his voice followed you out and you froze, heart stilling.Â
stupid, traitorous thing.Â
you turned slowly, eyes fluttering open.Â
sukuna stood a few feet away, tall and shadowed beneath the hallway light.Â
away from the party, he seemed even more dangerous. less like a person and more like a warning your body had spent seven years failing to understand.Â
he was an enigma.Â
for one breath, neither of you spoke.Â
your hope stood there too, fragile and shaking, fucking pitiful.Â
waiting.Â
sukunaâs gaze dragged over your face once, catching on the wetness beneath your eyes and his expression tightened faintly.Â
say it, you thought bitterly.Â
say sorry! say you didnât mean it!Â
say something!
his jaw worked once, âno one can know.âÂ
your brows furrowed, the hope dying cleanly.Â
âexcuse me?âÂ
sukuna stepped closer, voice lower now.Â
his mouth opened to clarify when his gaze met your own once more.Â
your wide glassy eyes. your pretty face that was streaked with tears, your plump bitten lips.Â
the little sniffles that left you, making his ribs ache.Â
and suddenly, he froze, the words stuck in his throat.Â
fuck, he had to get it together.Â
âabout this.âÂ
your lips parted faintly, âabout us?â
the word us felt absolutely pathetic in your mouth.Â
all too soft and hopeful. undeserved, even.Â
something in his eyes shifted at the sound of it but it was gone before you could hold onto it.Â
âthere is no us.âÂ
oh. you actually felt that one.Â
not through the bond, nor as some phantom ache borrowed from him.Â
the pain was yours, all yours.Â
you laughed once, quiet and disbelieving as you took a small step back, âwowâŚâ
sukuna followed you, taking one step forward as his jaw clenched, âlisten to me-âÂ
âno,â you shook your head slowly, voice trembling, âno, i think i understand perfectly.âÂ
âoh my god,â you shook your head, âi canât believe i thought-âÂ
you stopped, humiliation burning up your throat.Â
sukuna stared, taking a step closer, his chest now brushing your chin, âthought what?âÂ
his voice was almost desperate and you swallowed, blinking hard, ânothing.âÂ
his face tightened and he felt it anyway, of course he did.Â
the hope and hurt.Â
the fact that some tiny, unbearable part of you had wanted him to come after you because he simply couldnât let you leave.Â
sukuna looked away first as you took a step back. fucking coward.Â
âitâs dangerous.â he stated as you stared at the side of his face.
âdangerous?âÂ
âyes.âÂ
âfor who?âÂ
his gaze cut back to yours, âfor you.âÂ
you almost laugh but he continued before you could.Â
âpeople know me and if they know about you, theyâll use you. you make me weak.âÂ
the words landed colder than you'd expected.Â
sukuna watched you closely, as if waiting for the fear to register and maybe it did.Â
somewhere deep, deep down, but anger got there first.Â
âso thatâs what this is?â you whispered, tears leaving you without you noticing, âdamage control?âÂ
his silence was answer enough and you nodded faintly, tears burning hot once more.Â
âright.âÂ
âyou need to keep your mouth shut about it.âÂ
you flinched before you could stop yourself and sukuna paused, regret flashing through instantly.Â
âdonât talk to me like that.â you stated lowly and his jaw clenched.Â
âiâm trying to keep you safe.âÂ
âoh, how big of you.âÂ
the hallway seemed to shrink around you both.Â
outside, rain tapped gently against the glass.Â
inside, bass thudded like a second heartbeat through the walls.Â
you looked at him then, this man that fate had tied to you with an invisible string and cruelty dressed up as destiny. and for the first time since youâd felt him at sixteen, you stopped wondering what it would be like to find him.Â
because now you knew and god, you wish you didnât.Â
it felt like losing something youâd never even had.Â
âis that all?â you questioned lowly, clearing your throat once.
sukuna stared at you, nose flaring and throat bobbing once, âyeah.âÂ
another piece of you gave out as you nodded, âokay.âÂ
the word was so calm, it made his eyes sharpen.Â
you turned away, walking past him but his hand caught your wirst before you could take full step.Â
skin met skin and the bond went silent, completely and utterly silent.Â
no buzzing or aching or distance.Â
just him, all warm and real. terribly real.Â
your breath hitched at his touch. it was the first time heâd ever touched you.Â
sukuna froze too, fingers wrapped around your wrist like heâd touched fire and couldnât make himself pull away.Â
for one second, just one, all the cruelty fell quiet.Â
and you felt him beneath it, scared and lonely, wanting and waiting.Â
you felt it and you hated him for letting you feel it now.Â
slowly, you looked down at his hand then back up at him, âlet go.âÂ
his grip tightened by a fraction, âthis is the best thing for the both of us.âÂ
your face crumpled before you could stop it.Â
you pulled your wrist free and this time, he let you.Â
âoh, trust me, not having to be stuck with you? i couldnât agree more.â venom laced your words as sukunaâs expression changed, tightened and you felt the hurt then.Â
sharp and immediate and you were glad for it.Â
you turned and walked away then, tears streaming down your cheeks and a sob left you as soon as you were out of his vicinity.Â
for the first time, the bond didn't feel like a thread pulling you closerâŚ
it felt like noose.
â
an | was so late with this but had the worst past few days so SORRY! anyways PLSSS lmk what u think cuz i'm iffy abt the direction of this BUT this is lowk my fav thing i've written omg! this is kinda like a prologue pt2, next chapters will deffo be longer! i cannot wait to write more of these two and sukuna's a dick but bear w him ! also each chapter in the masterlist will be titled a song and i recommend listening to it while reading for the vibes đŤĄ
also lowk need toji BAD i wanna give him some lore so lmk if u want a one-shot of him in this au!
when you absentmindedly sit on Enjins lap for the first time because there was no open available seats in the common room and apologize for it (like he minded - this man was absolutely thrilled about it in fact), and this man has never let this down. so from then on, he'll purposely make everybody reserve their seats or make sure one or two chairs go "missing" whenever they entered the area, just to have you comfortably settled on his lap. and he'll cheekily grin about it too, pats his lap shamelessly and everything.
âBet youâre thinkinâ of me while heâs fucking you, huh?â
⧠Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.
⧠Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader
⧠Need To Know | This story was originally written by me on wattpad with different characters. It got deleted & I moved here.
⧠Contents | afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, college non-curse au, toxic altercations, angst, reader lowkey hops around between the two, jealousy, possessiveness, slut activities, gen z references, alcohol, fluff, 18+ scenes, porn w plot, etc.
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suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.
"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."
you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.
"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."
your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stopâ hngâ stop talking."
he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.
his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?â" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."
suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.
your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.
"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."
his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.
"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.
"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.
"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."
okay okay okay guys i get really excited reading suguru smut itâs like a freaking treat (mind you im at clinical) but esp when heâs written as a TEASE RAHHHH
You've always been obsessed with aang's back muscles, going to beach or river side was always your favorite thing ever just cause you got total freedom to ogle his back the entire time.
You loved tracing the planes of his back running up and down every slope and following the line of his arrow tattoo and slowly rubbing the scar in the middle of his back anytime he lay on his stomach.
It's the best feeling in the world to hug him from the back and rest your face against his hard muscles or to feel his back when he lifts you up in a hug and have you hanging on to his shoulders.
The thing is aang knows how obsessed you're with his back that is why when you suggested a weekend getaway for your anniversary he was on the case specifically looking for an inn with a ceiling mirror.
Just so he can get this expression on your face when your eyes connected with the mirror and his back on full display as he sunk deep into your pussy, feeling how you clenched around him the moment your eyes locked on the mirror and his back flexed when he pulled out of you.
"Like the surprise" he whispers angling his body to make his muscles more prominent, picking up his pace and drilling his cock into you, the sight of his back has your eyes rolling back into your skull but you immediately open them so you don't lose the perfect view in front of you.
The sounds your pussy is making is nasty completely gushing all over Aang squeezing and gripping the life out of his cock, the place where you're both joined is messy and frothy with you creaming all over him.
You've never been more desperate for him with your nails digging into his back and leaveing marks your eyes glazing over, your mouth stuck in a constant "O" shape but your eyes never closed and it got even worse when he folded you fully into a mating press with him completely enveloping you with him and fucking you even deeper, covering you so much you can't even see yourself and not knowing where you start and he began.
It's all too much, his moans in your ears, whispering the filthiest things known to man, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them as much as they can get to your chest, his pelvic muscle rubbing against your sensitive nub every time he pushed all the way in, his length pulsing in you and stabbing your g-spot over and over again but most especially his back, SPIRITS HIS BACK flexing, dripping with sweat, shifting and moving every time he pushed in you even harder.
All that was enough to have you cumming on his cock in seconds, body seizing up, fingers digging into his back toes curling and still through all this you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes on that mirror especially when Aang flooded your pussy with his cum and you could actively see his back shuddering and shaking causing your cunt to gush even more around him.
"We need this at home desperately" you say into his ear still staring at his back.
A/N: Not the best thing in the world but I desperately needed to drop something in the Aang smut community specifically about his back like we need more back muscle Aang fics PLEASEđđđ
SUMMARY ⥴ your best friend since college, satoru, is so sick of hearing about your dumb, dropout, fuck buddy, sukuna >:/naturally, the moment you hint youâre not seeing eachother he gets too caught up in his excitement and ends up flexing too hard about you âcrawling back to himâ⌠which ends up traveling right back to sukuna. and now sukuna has a grudge out for gojo under the assumption he stole you from him. messy messy messy.
WARNINGS (content) ⥴ fem!reader, grad student!gojo, physics major!gojo, drummer!sukuna, heavy jealousy, mentions of sex
You press open the door to your apartment, tired and legs half working. Theyâre still sore and wobbly from your time at Sukunaâs place that you just got back from, and all you know is that itâs late. Was it twelve?âtwo? fuck you still had work the next morning. You can hear the faucetâs still dripping as you pass through the kitchen of your apartment and pad through in one of Sukunaâs bandâs shirts and thin cotton shorts that cling to your body. Itâs the ones Sukuna picked out for you when you passed by the store in the mall with him and joked theyâre basically underwear.
You press your finger aimlessly along the wall to flick on the living room light as you wander through the dark. The main light beams on and illuminates your living room.
And right there, lying on the couch like heâs half dead with a book forgotten in front of him, is Gojoâthough he insists at this point in your friendship you should call him Satoru. You jump back in surprise, forgetting entirely he has a key to your apartment and studies here when his roommate and friend, Suguru, is working or being loud.
His bright blue eyes flicker as they open up, looking down at the drool pooling on the pages in front of him, then up at you and your heaving chest after being essentially jumpscared. He squints and brings up one of his hands to cover his eyes, sensitive from the light above you. You quickly scatter to turn off the overhead and then the knob to a table lamp instead.
âYouâre still here?â you ask, eyebrows coming together.
His hair might as well be as messy as yours. Heâs lying in loose grey sweatpants he probably stole from Geto and a shirt that reads a physics joke you donât get that looks boxy on his lean frame.
He lifts himself up by his forearms, yawning as he does so. He closes his textbook and slides it on your coffee table, also littered with candy wrappers heâs left there, with little care. He tiredly hums in agreement, nodding while he looks back over to you. His eyes wander about you, your face, hair, and body. Your hair still looks messy and your braâthe lace one that could only be used to impressâ is sticking out from your tank top.
Long story short, it looks clear you got fucked. his eyes thin again, and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. You settle down on the arm of the couch, dropping your keys down on the table.
âWere you with Sukuna again?â he says his name like it tastes disgusting on his tongue. His eyes bore into you as he asks, white eyelashes batting at you, awaiting your answer.
You sigh. If you say no, heâll 100% know youâre lying. If you say yes (the truth), heâll throw a fit and lecture you before storming out of your apartment.
ââŚYeah, Satoru. I was.â He thinks his world stops. He already knew you were, in the back of his mindâbut, fuck, it doesnât make him any less pissedâany less pained thinking about it. Heâs never even met the guy, and yet he already hates him. He already wants to bash that stupid, chiseled, tattooed face in. That face you were probably staring at all nightâor maybe heâs too much of a dickhead to do it in missionary and get attached. He feels sick to his stomach knowing wannabe rockstar managed to get in your pantsâhow many times now? Five?
Your face looks strained, like youâre feeling guilty almost. But Satoru could never be mad at you. Never. Sure, heâs currently questioning your standards if youâre allowing a greasy fuckboy drummer to hit, but youâre somebody he doesnât think his body has the physicality to be mad at.
He slumps back down into the cushion of your couch. âI donât get it,â He says, muffled from how he says it into the couch. âYouâre really just letting that asshole use you for sex?â
âItâs not like that, Satoru,â You whine leaning back and thumping your head back against the wall. âItâs not just sex.â
He turns over to his side, looking up at you through his tussled white bangs. âSo youâre dating?â He thinks heâs going to throw up.
ââŚWell not datiââ He rolls his eyes and scoffs obnoxiously. You turn and kick him but he catches your leg before you can. His touch lingers just a smidge too long before you jolt out of his grasp.
âGo to sleep here or go home, Satoru.â
And like always, heâll take the former.
The bass from Sukunaâs car is loud enough to jitter around your bones before you even step in. He rolls down the passenger window as you walk up to the door, shoes clattering against the pavement.
âGet in here already.â He looks at you, biting back the smirk that wants to form on his lips. Heâs staring down your outfit, a simple skirt and t-shirt heâd lended you with flats and dark tights slipped around your feet. The purse on your arm even has a little keychain with his bands logo. Both you and him have come to an agreement you look good, mostly because you look like his girlfriend. âCanât be late again.â
You settle yourself in the passenger seat before looking over to him. Heâs got a near matching band tee that looks too tight around his bulky arms. You peer over your shoulder to the backseat.
âWhereâs all your shit?â You know, for a guy about to perform youâd figure heâd have some drumming equipment with him before going.
âLeft it at the venue earlier,â He starts on the road, cruising his car like itâs second nature to him. âBelieve it or not Iâve done this before.â His eyes narrow as he half chucklesâor at least as close as heâs gotten in the time youâve known him.
âKay.â You shrug. âIâm excited to be VIP. If i didnât know any better Iâd think youâd like me.â He grunts as he takes a turn, gripping the wheel harder as he does, concealing his dark painted nails with the curve of it.
âI like you enough.â He quips. He presses his finger into the play button of the built in cd player, something already inserted. A drum count starts before you perk up at the familiarity. One of his songs, one of the ones he let you hear a couple weeks ago early. âBetter know all the lyrics before we get there, brat.â
âI will.â You chuckle into your words. âItâs kinda easy to remember when youâre fucking the drummer.â
You watch his tattered, rough hands grip his drumsticks as he plays, nodding your head along to the rhythm.
The venues loud, way louder than you assumed it be. Itâs their last song of the night and the only one you have true confidence to sing at the front row, being the one youâve had played for you and asked opinions on after youâve gotten done having sex.
His brown, nearly red, eyes drift to you, smiling differently than any other girl heâs taken to one of his shows. Smiling in the VIP, backstage accessible, pass heâd landed you. Smiling like you actually like him and arenât just doing it so heâd keep fucking you. He stares, attention barely on his drum-set as his sticks clatter against it. Itâs not like he needs to anyway, itâs one stupid repeated part he drafted up in his room for 5 minutes and has practiced a billion times.
You wave at him, finally spotting his eyes lingering on you that have been for half the song. A natural smile he could stare at forever appears on your face, as if your enjoyment skyrocketed from what it already was seeing him.
He has no idea why you look at him like this. Especially not now, he probably looks sweaty, greasy and just disgusting with his hair pushed back after Uraume insisted it would look âniceâ.
When the final song finally concludes all he does before leaving is run his hands through his sweat ridden pink hair and stare at your backside, currently reading a bunch of past tour dates, while you hurry to lead backstage.
Heâs collecting up his backstage stuff when you come up behind him. You tap on his tall, towering shoulder and squeal his name in excitement.
âKuna, you did so good!â He fights a smile, feigning nonchalance. The truth is he is glad youâre excited to see him. Heâs so goddamn ecstatic that your eyes light up as you look up at him.
He turns around and fights the heavy urge he has to kiss you right now. He pushes it down, realizing youâre not his girlfriend and are just in it for sex. He settles for a hug, arms landing around your waist while yours cling to his broad shoulders.
âGlad you liked it.â He hates how much he wants to impress you. Hell, itâs half the reason he was nervously tapping his fingers against the steering wheel while driving earlier. âYou wanna go back to mine? Just have to deal with some quick management shit and then we can leave.â
You pout, like you feel guilty for what youâre about to say.
âIâm sorry I canât,â You sound genuinely disappointed. âI got a text like halfway through the show. My friend is feeling sick and heâs so goddamn annoying when I donât take care of him.â You pout again.
He? Him? Just who the fuck is your friend?
âHeâs a grown man that canât take care of himself?â He scowls. He grabs your wrist, tightly, as if your little friend is there to watch him hold you possessively. âWhy the hell are you even friends with him anyway? Are you fucking him?â He sounds a lot more like an asshole than he means to but it sort of comes natural to him.
âJesus Christ, no, Sukuna!â You spit out, the other hand heâs not holding coming up to his chest to calm him down. âHeâs a friend from college. I can come over after maybe butââ Youâre cut off.
âDonât bother.â He lets go of your wrist. His voice drops lower, like itâs insulting to even hear about Satoru. âYou got him, donât you?â He walks away like some goddamn diva. He pushes past a band member, grunting to himself.
âAre you seriously that jealous over this?â You squint your eyes, trying to figure out how a grown man who used to pride himself on being a fuckboy is really this possessive over you.
If he was telling the truth, Sukuna was pissed. Hearing about you so casually talking about your guy-friend, so casually talking about taking care of him like he was your boyfriend instead. Like youâd done it a million times for him before you did it for Sukuna once. He slams his car door after shoving all his equipment inside.
And then youâre thereâwell not there. Youâre probably 20 meters away, standing on the side of the road shivering in the nighttime cold with a phone in your hand, pressed up against your ear. You look cute. God, if you hadnât brought up that stupid friend of yours he wouldâve been the one keeping you warm with the heat of his car, maybe even cuddling when the night ends after he ripped that sexy skirt off of you and railed you.
He sees you hang up the phone and tuck your phone in your purse, shoulders relaxing, reminding Sukuna of how they do when he pushes his cock into you slowly.
He finally steps into his car, maybe one of your girlfriends you talk about will pick you up. His shoulders tense when he canât bring himself to leave just yet with you standing by the curb like that. Heâll just watch until someone picks you upâheâs not evil. The thoughts about having to apologize to you rack in his mind. He knows heâll have to, knows heâll text you to come over so he can say sorry and end up screwing the mad out of you. Maybe he is evil for thinking this wayâbeing so pissed about you acting all girlfriendy with another guy and only being able to think about your sexual memories together.
He drafts what to say in his mind. Maybe âI fucked up. Was just pissed off and I took it off on yoââ
He stares at his rearview mirror blankly. You just got into the car with some jackass. Messy white hair and red snuffly nose as he smiles and greets you.
Your stupid friend that heâs contemplating murdering right now.
SYNOPSIS â Helping the quiet TA, who shrinks himself down to avoid taking too much space, come out of his shell. Youâre slowly understanding why he thrives in an environment where heâs told what to do â and he shows you why heâs hesitant to be in charge.
TAGS â MDNI (18 + only) nsfw. work contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. Gentle Giant!Choso, Dork!choso, overly freaked out!reader. Nerd!choso, SIZE KINK, sub to top(M), Switchy. rough. making out. couch sex. lifting. mutual masturbation. Changing positions. Missiònary. excessive use of sexual innuendos, dacryphilla, inconsistent writing (?). Choso will do anything you ask. PWP. Teasing, Degradation (both). pet names. crack.fluff. reader is nice to him obv. but freaked out.
WC: 14k â art by k4eny on twt
a/n: Hello blog, IM VERY HAPPY W THIS ONE and i promise to not leave u high and dry! this is highly inspired by an augustinthewinter audio (im a #freak) â Also what if I release my drabbles HEH
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The score read on your last mock test for your Historiography class. Your worst subject for the semester by far. Next week was going to be your midterm. Now, since your professor, Mr. Gojo, knows his students a little too well, he facilitated a surprise mock text to see how much you all understood the lessons.Â
A chorus of curses and groans start filling up the classroom with each student receiving their results as theyâre handed out.Â
ââŚNow I can assure you, if you guys are worried about scoring higher than each other, it wonât matter because theoretically almost all of you failed.âÂ
Another set of groans and a little bit of laughter comes from the class. Youâre back to looking down on your paper, flipping through the pages to check every question and each correction out of habit, noting down what you have to improve on. Then you stumble upon the last page with the words;
 Feel free to ask for help :)  You smile, knowing exactly who wrote this without them being in the room. You look up to double check and youâre right, it was just your prof still going on about Khaldun or something â you tune him out to make way for the giddy feeling rushing through your stomach.
Usually youâd hate for people to offer help when youâre forced to do something you were unprepared for, taking the sentiment as a passive aggressive version of getting called incompetent but this time, you ponder while rereading the sweet little note in green inkâ of course he used green ink to avoid students from being discouraged â and it's one of those times your stupidity has done you some good.
Itâs an hour and a half later when class ends, people filing up to leave the doors of the lecture hall when a voice calls out to you.Â
You smile at your professor, a little strained, but itâs okay, you tell yourself, you expected it. You walk up to him, bag on your shoulder, unzipped because you rushed down. Youâre still smiling when youâre there, already preparing for what he has to say.Â
The smile falls and you sigh, âI know that look.â
Heâs standing with his arms crossed, dark shades balanced on his straight nose, looking down at you with nothing short of paternal disappointment. âYes, and you shouldnât be too familiar with it either. Seventy-five? really? I thought we were talking recommendation letters last week, turns out youâre barely passing my class?â
You swallow back, not really knowing what to do so you kinda just stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to air out his worries. âI know it's like, a little weird to put this much pressure on you but câmon kid, youâre looking at being the next assistant after Choso to help your resumĂŠ right?âÂ
You nod, still not saying anything, but you canât deny how you perk up when you heard his name.Â
Your professor pauses briefly mid rant after spotting how you only met his eyes when he mentioned his current TAâs name, a light bulb flickers on in his head.Â
He squints, âYouâve been familiar with each other, correct?â
âYes, sir.â Youâre quick to reply, stopping yourself from physically gulping out of nervousness.Â
âHe been showing you the ropes bit by bit?â he mutters, uncrossing his arms and leaning over the desk.Â
âBit by bit, yes.â You echo, unable to reply without being scared of saying the wrong thing to tick him off.
âAndâŚâ He feigned thinking about it, fidgeting with he pen in his hand and tapping the butt end of it on a thick stack of paper. ââŚHeâs also helping with lessons to keep your grades up?âÂ
You say nothing, keeping your mouth flat and shut. You peer up at him, and shake your head slowly, âNo sir.â
He tsks, standing up to his full height. âItâs not necessary but youâre aware thereâs an average for you to keep up just to become a TA right? We wouldnât want students biting off more than they could chew.â
You nod once more, though this time, a lot more fervently. âIâyes, sorry. Iâll-â
âGet to it, yeah.â He finished for you, tucking his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He waits for you to move, watching how youâre still standing there and waiting for him to also tell you to move. Youâre so alike, he thinks.Â
He nods upwards, dismissing you. You thank him while youâre already turned your back, eagerly making your way to your next mission.
Gojo watches the door swing inwards from the impact of your departure, a smile in his tone when he mutters to no one, âThatâll give her some motivation.â
Youâre rushing to your next class now, given the fifteen minute grace period you were granted had now been shaved down to ten, no thanks to your professor, forcing you to take two steps at a time when making your way to the other side of the building.Â
Youâre looking down at your phone, deleting and retyping a message in your instagram dms. Itâs when you pass the stairway that an unexpected force uncontrollably comes on to you. You thud against it, breathe caught, hand tightly clutching at your phone. You stumble on your steps, holding onto the closest thing you feel for. You donât fall, you donât even come close to the ground, but your knees certainly felt like they couldnât carry you.
Because here you stood against a very worried, very tightly holding you, Choso Kamo. Your mind blanks, your class just a few doors away, forgotten. Unintentionally, a small smile spreads on your face.Â
âHey, I wasââ He laughs nervously, âI was looking for you.â His hands wrap around your nearly limp arms, almost covering the expanse of it, yet held at a respectable position.
âYou okay?â He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, a look of concern etching back on his terribly handsome face, he swallows thickly and you watch his adamâs apple bob decorating his thick neck.
 He takes a second to peer back at the stairs, then back to you before he realizes how his grip still clutched on you. âIâm sorry.â He pulls his hands down at his sides, unsure of what to do with them. âI was about to-â
â-Me too actually.â Cutting him off, you couldnât help but smile even wider, uncaring if you looked too excited. You raised your phone, âWas about to send a dm but I got class in like,â You flip the screen to face you, âtwo minutes.â A pinch of apprehension makes its way to you but you push it back.Â
His eyes widen behind his rectangular frames, lenses making them appear bigger than they actually are. Â
âReally? Shit, â He cursed, regretful, âI donât have class anymore so I could just wait outââ
âSit in with me?â It comes out of you before you could stop it. ââor not.â You quickly add, retreating. âI could just go and email you.â
âNoâI mean, Of course. Yes. Me, Iâll go.â He smiled with a toothy grin, ignoring how you said email instead of your socials in hopes you wonât bring up how he stuttered over his words. Youâre caught off guard and before you know it, heâs already making his way to the door without even being sure which class it was.Â
Heâs reaching for the handle when you stop him, âOh, next door, please.â He nods bashfully, adjusting the strap of his comically small backpack on himself and apologizes under his breath. He follows you inside, you push, prying the door open. His palm flat against the wood, effortlessly holding it for you both.Â
Luckily your professor hadnât been in class yet, so you werenât spotted as the only late comer (technically no, with company, you werenât.) The class was sparsely filled as it was only part of your minor and this schedule wasnât as popular, so you could basically sit anywhere. You scan over the room, and you spot some seats at the very front. Youâre about to take a step forward when you realize youâre being a little rude.Â
âWhere dâya wanna sit?â You ask, head tilted up with a smile. You try to ignore the gleefulness that comes with the idea youâre gonna be seated next to him. Again, you push this feeling down, knowing itâs completely unprofessional and straight up childish. Though conversely, what you feel for him is not in the slightest, childish.Â
âBack, definitely.â He answers a little too fast, blinking to check with you. âIf you want.â He adds.Â
Heâs so polite, you could just die.Â
You find comfortable seating by the right side of the class, second to last row and close to the back per request. This classroom was a little smaller, so distance from the whiteboard wasnât really an issue.
Youâre listening to your elderly professor repeat instructions about a future assignment and knowing heâs just going to be posting the guidelines, you just tune him out again, distracted. You have to learn to stop doing that.
But youâre shamelessly peeking at the side, Chosoâs writing something down, you watch his face as he continues without a care in the world, back hunched down to get closer to the papers maybe, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in focus. You look down at what heâs writing when he flips the sheet over, the sound of the paper is quiet amongst the loud hum of the air conditioner.
 Heâs checking something, a test again? You wonder if yours is there. Something catches your eye, heâs even writing down notes in the side for each correction. Maybe heâs also writing notes of encouragement for others. You donât wanna wanna act all sensitive but something in your chest dampens. A lick of disappointment knowing you werenât just given a little extra effort.
You shift in your seat, suddenly aware that you completely distracted yourself again and let your overactive imagination take over. You bite your cheek, brushing off the disappointment and sit properly on your seat. It moves the entire table though, you moved a little too roughly. Choso backs up in his chair, the commotion throwing off your professor in his fruitless discussion.
You gasp before immediately turning to check on your hard of hearing professor. He mumbles some incoherent complaint but you donât wait to think and just apologize, âSorry,â and itâs hopefully enough to divert the attention from you both.Â
Choso grunts, âNoâsorry, my chair was too loud.â He pulls the long, shared desk back with one pull of his hand, before hunching to go back to work. Thereâs already a furrow in your brows at the apology, and youâre staring at the side of his face, his hand behind his full, overgrown hair, expression mirroring your own except towards his papers.Â
You adjust back, only this time youâre a bit farther, scared heâll probably sense youâre being a little invasive. So you keep your eyes up at the projected screen and let the silence pass, the light sound of the ballpoint scratching paper on the smooth surface of the table and your teacher murmuring mix behind the stupid thoughts interfering and prodding at your composure.Â
You made this unnecessarily awkward, eyes looking back down on the paper without trying. Youâre still kinda curious what heâs writing down. Heâs writing down notes to the side, red pen and allâ red pen and all?
You do a double take, your uncontrollable, imposing, borderline deluded thoughts returning back to their place in your hopeless brain. Did he use a red pen for everyone or green? He used green earlier, definitely. What the hell? Why does it matter?
âCan I help you?â The inner monologue in your head ceases at the question. You glance up at him, a crooked smile on his face, dimple gracing his features. He waits for you to say something, you process how it's a little close to a tease. Youâre unable to say something and end up nodding.
He smiles, achingly sweet and sincere, still waiting for a response. You blank out, unable to think of a proper fake answer in time.Â
A last flick of your gaze at the paper outs your thoughts, he looks down at them. âIf youâre looking for any of your own, this isnât your sectionâs.â He assures, trying to fill in the silence you were so talented in bringing out in your conversations.Â
You giggle out of pure giddiness, unable to hold it in as you act like a school girl and not a college student. Itâs probably so strange to him that youâre acting this way  â internally reprimanding yourself is your only avenue for self control at these moments. You hope he doesnât think the same way. âNo um, youâre so focused on writing nice notes for everyone and marking every point.â
He smiles wider, eyes turning into pretty crescents. He shakes his head once, sitting back on his chair, and finally not slouching. Your stomach flips noting how he occupies more than half the seat. He scratches his neck, eyes flicking back at the papers for a moment before meeting yours, then averting again.Â
âI donât thinkâŚâ He leaned over to read the name on the paper, ââŚInumaki, T. thinks my detailed corrections, or rather critiques are very nice, nor the rest of section Z26.â he mumbled the last part, adjusting the collar of his pull over.
âcritiques?â You inquire, unconsciously leaning to his side of the desk, closer so you could read them too. Choso hopes you canât feel the warmth on his cheeks radiating right now.Â
He nods his head a little too quickly, despite not being able to see him from where you were. Heâs dizzy with the scent of your floral shampoo under his nose, heady and pulling. âYes, just to help with,â he falters again, your bare arm brushing against his own, clothed one when you point at a certain part of the paper while reading, knees hitting under the table when youâre closely looking down on the sheet. âWith the, the uh, future tests yeah-â
Choso watches your lips move but he doesnât hear what comes out. Right now, heâs pushing away such un-utterable, uncalled for thoughts when his view is your head over what would be is his lap, only being separated by this rickety table. It only gets worse when you shift your eyes at him, wide and up at his tired onyx ones, only now his are a little wider too, something past friendly reflecting in your before averting back down the white sheet.
Youâre still reading the paper, taking in the info for each question. âOh,â
He snaps out of his daze, immediately taking notice of your blank tone. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Youâre processing the words on the essay type test heâs checking and you realize youâve never seen this kind of test before. âYâknow, now that Iâm reading this, I donât think weâve answered this activity yet.â A beat, and Choso flips the paper down.
âRight, thatâs probably not good,â He places a spread out hand over the papers, sheets mix on top of each other, disheveled and disorganized, one nearly falling off the narrow table.
Youâre already laughing, âYouâre so clumsy,â your hand stopping one of them from flying out of place.Â
âNo, you probably shouldnât look at that too-â
âRelax, I donât have the photographic memory to copy each answer. As much as I wish I did.â You mumble the last part, tucking the papers into an organized pile, facing outwards. âSee? No cheating for me.âÂ
Choso fights the smirk that inches his way under the skin of his cheeks, nodding to you. âI appreciate your integrity.â You return the look on his face except with the stack in your grasp right now, it reflects its white canvas like a soft light on your skin, a sweet warmth overcomes him. âI never told you why I was looking for you.âÂ
You place the sheets separate from his pile of unfinished work. Pursing your lips, you make a noise of acknowledgment. âOh, I was thinking the same thing. I didnât know how to approach you âcause it was kinda embarrassing.âÂ
âEmbarrassing how?â
For a while, you contemplate how to make yourself sound less pathetic, trying to amp up how to sound flirtier without breaching whatever boundary of the title you held to him. You wanted to play safe, for now.
âLike to ask for help, I bet it's as funny as someone asking a stupid question since you probably didnât have to do any of that when you were in my year.â You donât have to confirm with him whether or not itâs true, Chosoâs going straight to a masterâs after graduating this year. Youâve been hyping yourself up to ask him out for a while, knowing that heâll most likely drift from you as a friend with the work that comes with finishing one.Â
You truly werenât looking for any kind of college relationship or even a fling, knowing such places bring unnatural levels of attraction to people who lack self identity, and if youâre being honest, college made you question that part of yourself when you first began.
 Ergo, you focused on yourself for your first year to second. Now, youâre in your third yearâs second semester and people are thinking about their thesis and fellowships. And here you were only starting to make career moves for your future in your third year.Â
But you digress, circling back to how all that led you to meet Choso. Someone youâve made acquaintances with last year during an exhibit at the schoolâs anthropology museum. Yes, you had an anthropology museum â Jjk technical college was not cheap.
His hair was a tad shorter back then, guiding a bunch of first years through the new exhibit, excitedly discussing some bones and energy. The glint in his eyes was bright and he was wholly unfiltered, charmingly gauche. You had tried to pose a question at the time, wanting to entertain him out of definitely just pure curiosity for Bioarcheology, but second guessed yourself and never approached him again.Â
Until, it was that same year you found out he had been the TA for the professor you were aiming for next year (as a second year college student), and you found out he was resigning as the teacherâs assistant from a friend of a friend, and how Gojo had been already looking for a new one early on because Choso was that competent.
You want to say that maybe you joined just because professor Gojo was someone you highly look up to in the field of history research and will grant you a killer recommendation for a future career â which you know he willâ thereâs an underlying feeling where you also canât deny that the idea of how it brings you closer to Choso made the position all the more appealing.Â
So this year, when Gojo read your CV and decided to accept you out of the many (3 applicants, one was an irregular student, the other a nepo baby), and encouraged Choso to start training you by now, it was like fate realigned itself to bring you closer to him.
Sort of.
Now he was in front of you- beside you, and casually replying with, â I donât mind spending my free time with youâtutoring and stuff.â He offers, completely unaware how he gets your stomachs in knots and your heart feels like it's trying to rip out of your ribcage.Â
âReally?â You ask too eagerly, he nods for extra reassurance. âItâs just, Historiography just isnât something Iâm good at but Iâm also I find it interesting but itâs also really hard butâ I also want this.â You size him up, towards his side of the table. âYâknow, this.âÂ
Heâs about to point at himself, before looking at the papers and something clicks in place. âChecking papers on top of your thesis, dropping them off at Gojoâs office at 8 am, and getting death stares when I come across his students?â
You nod, almost even more eager, âAbsolutely.â
âYouâre perfect then.â He says, no hesitation whatsoever. You were eating it up and he was completely unaware. You giggle, heat rushing to your face.
You almost forgot how talking came easy with Choso. It was refreshing to meet someone you could hold a conversation with without feeling like you had to perform all the time, or wonder what to amp up or tone down. He had his intimidating moments at first, like being overqualified for a TA and the unmistakable height, or when youâre overthinking how to impress him and you donât truly act yourself â but those impressions crumble effortlessly when you recognize him for his sincerity and obsession with the academe.Â
Choso canât help but let a chuckle bubble in his throat, smooth and rich like a creamy cup of strong coffee. Heâs analyzing your face, the apples of your cheeks are out with how wide you smile, he made you smile like that. The fact sits comfortably in his chest. Heâs staring at your lips, maybe he can get away with it as him just looking down to your height, the few times he feels his own acted as an advantage for him.Â
ââŚany reason you use green?⌠Choso?â He blinks, and heâs back in the classroom and youâre now holding your own head with your palm, waiting for him to answer.Â
The back of his neck is hot with the thought you could probably notice him zoning out. âI like,â he searches your eyes, hesitating, and then, âI like green, so.â He nods, trying to rationalize his plain answer to himself.Â
Youâre squinting, âCool,â nothing behind your tone, just the air that still manages to sit awkwardly between you two, suddenly the old scribbles in the storage part of the desk was so interestingâ
âAnd it's good for not likeâŚâ He swallows back his nerves, heart pounding in his ears. âI didnât wanna discourage students.âÂ
The admittance runs like oil down your back and you feel like youâve hit him dead center in what you wanted to hear. âRight,â You look around, a false pretense of thinking in your expression, âSo⌠why the red?â You ask curiously, pen in your hand scratching off the old paint under the desk in anticipation.
He paused like a deer caught in headlights, licking the dryness of his lips. Staring down the sheet of paper, yes itâs red indeed, he thinks. His lips part, you watch the smooth, glossy sheen of it move against the light. âI guess I have a favorite class.â He coughs, feigning the ease he was currently lacking with each word he carefully chose to speak.
Despite the urge to egg him on, you leave it at that, your bravery for the day already expended. You know if you continued you might say something a little irrational, and youâre also afraid to jump his bones too quickly. Though youâre pretty sure he could still hold you up if you tried.
Class ends anti-climactically, your professor waving your class off with a less than interested parting. Youâre out of the classroom, Choso following behind when, âSo, when do you wanna start? Iâm free after class tomorrow and itâs the weekend. I donât mind staying longer.â
Youâre following his pace as you walk through the hallways of your building, aiming for the exit but youâre thinking about what happens after. Youâre not fully sure where youâll end up once you part. Do you just go? He stayed with you the entire boring class, (obviously the only reason why you want to stay longer and none other in particular) surely there must be something you have to do in return.
Youâre nearing the exit and you canât help but feel like youâre letting something slip if you go past the doors without making your thoughts known, âI have this thing with my best friend tomorrow, this is not a very good look for meâ I promised Iâd do this qualitative interview andââ
Heâs quick to reply, âOh yeah, I totally understandââ
Shit, okay you were not seizing the moment correctly. âYou should come with me.â You turn over to him, unable to stop yourself.
Choso all but freezes, âWhat?â
Okay, no going back now, smacking your lips together before going for the kill. ââWith me. Yeah, we could hang out and,â Could you still back out? No.Â
âJust, maybe study after? like we could study like⌠for the,â So much for not wanting to jump his bones, ââŚwhole night.â You canât look at him any longer, eyes scanning back the outside that now surrounds you. The noises of campus and the lamp posts are bright, projecting a warm white over you. But all this is not enough to comfort you from the trepidation finally shaking your brain.
You watch as Chosoâs pale cheeks start to tinge into a flushy pink, eyebrows raising behind his glasses.
 âOh, okay, yes. Okay!â He nods taughtly, though willing.
You pause, âOkay?â trying to check if heâs serious.
âSure.â Youâre both standing opposite his body, shocked with what youâre hearing from the other as much as you were shocked from the words leaving yourselves.Â
A beat passes, leaves rustle, and amidst that youâre silently hoping it won't matter how you didnât think this through fully. âFive oâclock sound good?â
***
It was a steady, calm-ish afternoon, your best friend Miwa was sat in front of you, laptops laid out on the table. Sheâs writing down notes and closing up her recording software and youâve been fixing up your hair, clothes, and picking lint off it. You find a loose thread on your shirt when, âHey,â You look up, alert. Miwaâs squinting at you, blue hair cast in a warm yellow from the mid-afternoon sun. âYou good?â
Youâre finger quits picking at yourself, âWhat? Yeah,â eyes flitting back to the pesky string sticking out of the hem of your top.Â
Thereâs a hum coming from in front of you, âYou sure? Youâve been so fidgety this entire time.â
âI am not fidgety.â You say, fidgeting. A sigh comes out of you, and you lean back on your chair, hands coming on top of the arm rests. âYou really okay with me bringing Choso?â
At this, Miwaâs lips curl into a smirk. âI knew it.â
Your eyes flick over to the side in thought, then back at her sly expression. âWhat do you know?â
Sheâs sitting up from her hunched posture over her laptop, and drinking from her cup of her almost lukewarm coffee, shrugging with her eyes still locked on yours.
Your thumbs come up from the arm rests, âWhat is it?â
She clears her throat, placing the mug on a coaster. She looks back up, a smirk still planted on her face. âJust that I didnât know that he was your crush,â she expects you to reply, but youâre still waiting for her to elaborate. âYâknow, Choso.â
âI donât have a crush on him!â
She squints, âOkay so weâre lying today.â
âItâs merely admirationâ and some attraction at most.â
âThatâs literally what a crush is based on.â
Youâre blinking at her, feeling caught. You bite your tongue, knowing that your best friend out of anyone should be able to catch you in a lie. Or even a truth you lie to yourself about. You speak up, âWell?â
âYâknow I love you.â She starts.
âOh no.â Dread seeps into your stomach, and you know if she starts somewhere along the lines of sugar coating, the following was about to be some bland truth coated around maybe an even bitter core inside.
âI like Choso! Heâs been your friend for a while and Iâve never talked to him but he sounds really devoted to his work, maybe goodlooking, heâs smart, and heâs niceââ
âWhat would Muta thinkâŚ?â
She chuckles, softening at the thought of her own boyfriend. âNo, I just wanted to keep an eye out for you too when I say this.â She pauses, trying to find a way to word this as pleasantly as possible. âCause you know how girls talkâŚâ
You latch onto that last part, stomach churning in suspense. âNot really, I donât.â
She stops herself from cackling at your nervous expression, âI just heard heâs alwaysâŚnice.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with that?âÂ
âLike too nice? I guessâŚitâs really hard to explain babe,â She cuts herself off, sensing your growing apprehension. She observed how your hands are rubbing on the expanse of your cup, and bringing it to your lips to avoid saying something. She quiets down her tone, now kinda shy about mentioning it. She leans a bit towards you, âLike⌠in bed, yâknow?âÂ
You sputter in your mug, feeling unwelcome liquid scratch your throat. Miwaâs eyes widen when she watches you cough, eyes turning watery. âOoh gag reflex, thatâs not coming in handy.â
âFucking shut up-â Youâre coughing still and sheâs laughing uncontrollably now. ââI did not expect that.â
Sheâs wiping the corner of her corneas with a finger, âIâIâm sorry I just had to bring it up.â
Youâre more composed now, eyes looking up at the clock, itâs ten minutes to five, and youâre trying to relax.Â
You donât exchange looks with Miwa until a short moment passes for you to think.Â
âSo have you thought about what it would be like?â Youâre back to meeting her eyes, a silent exchange between you both. Miwa smiles at you, lowering her voice and putting a finger up to her ear like an agent, âThen Iâm glad to relay information.â Sheâs giggling when you throw a tissue at her.
Youâre already standing out of your seat and making your way to sit beside her. She motions her hand for you to come nearer, both turning your heads when the door chime rings and someone enters, calming down when itâs just some delivery person. You relax, side eyeing her.Â
Miwa inches closer, âOkay so Iâm friends with this senior from my org and she had a friend who was seeing Choso, sort of? Anyways I mentioned once that you were replacing him and that youâre a little into him, sorry.â Youâre beckoning her to continue, not caring much for the last part and nodding along.Â
âAnyways, it was like a one night stand thing and â donât get me wrong Iâm not trying to spread rumors or judge,â Another pause, and youâre already on the edge of your seat.Â
âWell? Go on,â You pull her in, arms tangled and clutching her, knee jittering.Â
âI heard he was kinda scared in bed? Like maybe he has a phobia or something.â Your knee stops, and youâre now confused, âItâs just kinda odd âcause the guys like a unit, right?â a crease forms between your brows. âMaybe heâs like⌠a power bottom?â she whispered, tone serious.
Youâre nodding, taking in the information with actual consideration. âPossibly,â Youâre fully facing her now, âYâknowâŚhe is a TA.âÂ
Itâs Miwaâs turn to be confused, struggling to find the correlation. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You fight the expression trying to pull on your lips, you nibble on the skin then let go, âIâd say heâs good at being told what to do.â
Miwaâs eyes widened, before adding, âTell me when you find out.â A second where youâre both quiet and then youâre being shook by the shoulders, both of you squealing and chortling in your corner. It would be no surprise if youâve caught the attention of other customers with your commotion.Â
She quits with the shaking, now smoothing over the fabric over your shoulders for messing up your top. âSo what are you gonna do about it?â
You canât help but entertain your imagination, âI mean I think Iâm too conscious to be playing around too much.â Your friend nods along, supportive. Past these exciting thoughts, it was all a front for the feelings you struggled to word out, âI really like him, Miwa.â
She parts her lips but as if on cue, another chime from the door rings once more. He stood by the entrance for a brief moment, barely scanning the vicinity when he locked eyes on you, a cheeky grin lighting up his face.Â
***
ââI think they never made any real contact.â
âNo, thatâs definitely up for debate.â
Miwa watches your back and forth, pen in hand. Choso decided to be part of her research sample as well, given that heâs already here, he should make use of his time. And he didnât mind, he liked helping out.Â
If only he could actually speak and answer the questions without you guys debating every time one of you made an opinion on something vaguely related to Miwaâs research topic. At first it was good, your opinions can be added too but now sheâs running out of space in her storage with how long this unintentional joint interview was going.
âOkay guys, the interview questions are about historical revisionism. While I do see the correlation, how did we end up in Egypt andâŚ?â
âAncient Mesopotamia.â Both of you say, completing her sentence.Â
âI can elaborate.â Choso suggests, clearly unable to read between the lines of Miwaâs inquiry.
She stretches in her seat, her legs feeling cramped up with the lack of movement all this time. âYâknow what, Iâll hold you two to that. But first, letâs take a break!â Itâs not even a minute until sheâs out of both your and Chosoâs sights, on the way to the restroom, pen and recorder left on the table.Â
âYâknow, I donât think she likes me that much. I also think sheâs too nice to tell me that.â Youâre in the middle of cracking your neck until youâre moving your attention to him.
âDonât worry too much about it, I think she just isnât up for hearing any more strong opinions on exported textiles.â
âThatâs if they were truly exportedââ You shove his arm, and heâs laughing at your face, not even moved from the push. Heâs pretending to rubbing his bicep in feigned hurt, lifting his arm in the process, almost flexing. You try to ignore how they felt so hard under your fingertips. You check him out unintentionally, taking notice of how the hem of his layered shirt hangs enough to show the lower part of his stomach. Out of respect, you look the other way.
You swallow thickly, ears hot. âI think Iâll get another snack. Want anything to eat?â Youâre already standing up and off the chair, limbs wobbly from the long period of time you spent sitting on the deep arm chair.
Thereâs a sudden burst of noise coming from the entrance of the cafĂŠ, very loud and boisterous. You canât help but let your jittery self get distracted, there stood an entire group of men, looking like they just got off practice. Youâre wondering why one of them looks vaguely familiar, but thereâs a body blocking your view out of nowhere with what you realize is Chosoâs chest.Â
Thereâs an odd, slightly frantic look in his eyes you havenât seen on someone as easygoing as him. âUm, how about I go with you?âÂ
Youâre looking up at him, a little skeptical on why the sudden change of tone, but agree anyways.Â
Youâre in the short line along the display and point out pastries that you could try when a voice calls out to the person beside you. âCho!â
Itâs easier for you to check where itâs coming from as Choso was in front of said voice. You recognize the pink hair from the group coming in earlier. Heâs about 2 inches away from being as tall as Choso, hair damp like he just came from a shower, and a sports bag was strapped across him.Â
A pat on his shoulder signals your dark haired companion to turn, seeing a sight heâd been trying to avoid earlier. Of course he had to be the one ordering for his group.Â
âHey man,â Choso greets, strained, a guard visibly coming up around him.Â
âWhatâs up, you donât say hi to family anymore?â The sentiment, although on paper sounded sweet, in reality was like a taunt. Something you donât wanna dissect to avoid reading into it too much. âWhoâs this?â
You peer over at both of them, their attention now on you. Still unable to read the room, you focus on Choso to see how he wants this to play out. He steps in for you, âYou know her, I mentioned the TA thing like a while back. Sheâs a friend, though she is replacing me.â
 He gestures to the pinketteâs side, introducing him.Â
âMy brother by the way. Same year though.âÂ
Sukuna nods at that and smiles, canines showing. He reaches out with his hand, and you meet it halfway. âRyomen Sukuna.â Huh, heâs not a Kamo.
âPleasure,â Youâre squinting your eyes, thereâs something a little unsettling about him that you canât place, but youâre not trying to jump into that.Â
 âI didnât know Choso had any siblings â ones on campus, no less.â
You let go of his large, callous hands, moving an inch closer to the cashier when the customer before you has their turn to order. âHave 2 terms to catch up with and I donât really see this one around either âcause I did training camp in Barcelona last semester.â
You nod in acknowledgement. Silently, youâre comparing them, unknowingly looking back and forth between him and Choso a little too obviously.Â
âWe donât look related do we?â
 Before you could defend yourself, a dry chuckle beats you to it. âWe get that a lot.â He squeezed where his hand was planted on Choso, who visibly tenses. âDifferent mom, same dad. He doesnât take after him though, if youâre worriedââ
âAlright, I donât think she wants to know about that.â
âSpeak for yourself,â You laugh nervously, trying to ease the tension you could feel multiplying tenfold. He pats Chosoâs shoulder before bringing his hand down to the side, not before looking at the side of his brother's face as he semi-whispered, âAt least one of you doesn't have their panties in a twist.â
âI would if I were wearing mine.â A very long, awkward silence overcomes all three of you. That is until a nearly genuine smile breaks out of Sukunaâs angular features.Â
âHa, what the fuck,â He mutters in amusement, âYouâre both weird, thatâs cute.â A dry chuckle eases the anxiousness you were struggling to place the source of. Though at the cost of your own dignity.
The line to the cashier moves, itâs yours and Chosoâs turn now. Heâs first to leave his brotherâs side, not even bidding him a glance as he moves past you. âNice meeting you,â you voice out, still on edge, Sukuna just nods in acknowledgement.Â
***
Itâs around 6:40pm when Choso walks you to your apartment outside of campus. Thereâs a slight tension in the air that youâre struggling to bring up, itâs been there for the remainder of your meet up, not having said a word since youâve left the cafĂŠ. Youâve been trying to make a move and talk to him but heâs had his eyes on the ground this entire time, rarely up, and definitely never on you.Â
He was about to walk in the pedestrian lane when you tug on his backpack. Heâs caught in the pull, looking up to the red walking signal reflecting on the road. He walks back to stand next to you, still not saying a word. âWhatâre you thinking so hard on?â
For a moment he turned his head to you, a little too quick to not look like he wasnât anticipating you to bring it up yourself. He looks ahead once more when youâre walking now. âIâm sorry about earlier.â
You start to feel a little guilty for not clarifying sooner, wondering if this entire time he thought he shouldâve apologized for something he couldnât control.
âItâs alright, it wasnât unpleasant for me.â
He almost laughs at that, âRight, and I was jumping for joy.â
The air shifts, itâs not so tense anymore, just between that and uncertainty directed at something else entirely. âI felt really dumb earlier.â He adds, looking back down on the pavement. âI couldnât say anything to make him leave us alone.â
Youâre a few blocks nearby to your place, walking a little ahead of him so he could follow you now.Â
âAgain, it wasnât that bad. You donât have to apologize.â Once more, silence fills the space between you both and it feels like youâre unable to remove this weight you feel affecting your interaction.
Now youâre both looking at your feet as you wait for cars to pass the street youâre crossing and for the timer to finally get to zero. Your foot is stepping over a dry leaf to fill in the lack of communication, the sound crunching in the quiet in a loud, distant manner.
âI just kinda get made fun of for acting like thisâweak.â You crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and youâre right to think heâs still looking down. âItâs just annoying how even until now itâs expected of me to bite back on others âcause I look like I should.âÂ
Thereâs a furrow in his brows, and heâs tightly clutching on the strap of his bag. âLike Iâve accepted that, sort of. Iâm already conscious of itâ but maybe people like to pick on me when it's obvious Iâm not gonna do anything.âÂ
Youâre making another turn together, heâs leading with the path heâs familiar with and you follow, his words donât falter. âMaybe âcause it makes them feel less small or some shit â I donât know.â
After processing the words that left him, it brought you back to your conversation with Miwa. How you laughed about his past history with women and how you basically gossiped about his insecurities. Guilt swirls in your stomach, realizing this might just be a little worse than you treated it to be. You keep quiet, deep in your own thoughts, letting him say what he needs to.
âAnd of course my own brother is like that too.â He rants, tracing back to the behavior he displayed earlier. âHeâs my brother and I love him, yes. But frat guys could be such dicks, yâknow? I was like his first practice hazing dummy liteâŚin a way.â
You nod, acknowledging him. âRight, right.â Youâre turning to the street ahead of yours, just about a block away now.
âItâs hard to not let those insecurities take over.â He groans, âI spent so much of my life trying to make my best first impressions, and I feel like it backfires on me with the wrong peopleâI hate that.â Heâs scratching the back of his head. âSometimes I just wish I looked normal. That way I wouldnât literally feel like the elephant in the room.â
At that, you turn almost as if youâd heard the worst take in your life, brows scrunching. âNormal?â
He shakes his head, âYes, normal. Like I can wear normal shoes and sit on couches normally.â
âI like that youâre not.â You say, insensitively. âI mean youâre not not normal. But I likeâŚit.â You slow down, trying to backtrack on what you just let slip.Â
Heâs blinking down on you, a look of surprise etched on his slowly flushing face. ââŚWhy?âÂ
Your breath is caught in your throat, not knowing how else to explain it. Â No going back. Remember?Â
 âI feel safe, even if you donâtâŚbite back. And on top of that youâre kind. I think that matters a lot.âÂ
Choso stares at you like you just grew a tree on your head, but in truth, heâs just trying to tone down his elation. âReally?â He asks dumbly, already cursing himself in his head for looking like he wants to hear you call him that again. Safe.
You dip your head, agreeing once more. âIâm a girl so I may be a little biased but if I were also a little taller, I wouldnât have to deal with some idiot guys trying something on me, and I could also defend myself easier.âÂ
âOh yeahâYes, that's totally different from my problems.â He clarified, trying to catch himself from sounding ungrateful. You watch the way his expressions shifts from blank to stressed and bite back a smile. âThereâs obviously people with worse problems than being bigger than a doorway.â Heâs looking down and pushing his glasses up, almost ashamed.Â
You turn to the road leading up to your street, your apartment just at the end of it. âIs that like 6â3 orâŚâ
âHuh?â He meets your inquisitive eyes, âUh, just a little more.â He replied, shying away from your stare. Youâre thinking about all the objects that could possibly match up to Chosoâs figure.Â
âThose chillers they got in 7â11?â
âHm, nope. Like 2 inches more, maybe.â
Your stomach does a flip you had to ignore, âYouâre lying. Six foot six?â
âWithout shoes, yes.â He nodded, met with you side-eyeing him. âWell youâre free to go with me to my annual checkups and see.â He defends, a smile finally appearing on his face at your skepticism.
You squint, stopping yourself from looking too excited with the many, unbecoming thoughts storming your brain. âIâll hold onto that.âÂ
Shortly after, you find yourself standing in front of the building to your apartment. âIâm sorry about dumping all that on you, It was a lot.â He looks around before letting out a barely there sigh, âIâll get going nowââ
âAre you forgetting?â You look back and Chosoâs standing stiffly, feet planted on the ground. âWeâreâŚstudying, remember?â
Chosoâs throat bobs at your sly tone, convincing himself there is nothing behind it. Â âYou did a lot today I just thought we were tiredââ
âWe donât have to study then.â Youâre looking around and thinking to yourself before landing back on his face, âI mean you came all the way here, you could come up and have some tea?â
The notion has his chest puffing out to regulate the way his heart started beating like its pounding from behind his sternum. He doesnât say anything, his eyebrows raise behind his glasses, his usually sleepy eyes now wide. He nodded and let out a strained, âOkay.â
***
The door to your apartment swings open with a loud creak. The lights switch on, a warm white cascades from the ceilings.Â
Your keys make a clinking noise against the ceramic jewelry tray you leave on the dresser by the entrance. The door is wide open, you feel Choso trailing behind a couple steps away.Â
Heâs standing kinda stiffly, âDo I take my shoes off orââ
Youâre shaking your head, stepping aside to let him in. âMy neighbors are kinda sticklers for people who leave their shoes outside in the halls.â He walks past the doorway, head craned down. Itâs supposed to look like he was trying to avoid getting hit by the frame of it, though heâs only finding a way to hide his face naturally.
He picked his head up when he heard clanking from the kitchen which meant that you were inside. âI hope youâre not allergic to pollen? I like to put honey in mine.â You ask, your voice still clear as the space isnât big at all, but in his head itâs distant. Heâs trying to calm himself down, taking in your apartment.Â
Itâs small, kitchen tight and youâve no space for a table. You use the counter as one, your bed, desk, and sofa all in the same space. However, the lack of furniture made it wide, the âliving roomâ taking the least space with just a little coffee table and the tv on the floor as the only decor.Â
âYou didnât say anything so I didnât add any honey.â He finds himself turning on his feet when heâs met by your figure, coming from the kitchen with twoâ red and yellow âmugs. You hand him the yellow one, he takes it with a âthanksâ. You make a move to sit on the couch, trying to get cozy. Chosoâs still standing, sipping on his cup awkwardly.
âYou can sit if you want.â Chosoâs eyes flick over to you. You realize he had shed his bag on the entrance, still it looks like something is weighing on him.
âIâm okay, I might launch you out of itââ
âSit with me.â You pat the spot beside you on the couch, your fawn-like eyes up at him.Â
It turns his legs into jelly. Thoroughly convinced, he sits beside you, trying to be as careful as he can so the side of the couch doesnât sink to his weight too much.
He winced at the audible sound of the springs under the cushions, âSorry.âÂ
Quietly, you assess him. How stiffly he sat, how much of the seat he took up despite keeping himself at the edge of it. If he sat back, would his knee brush against yours? Though you feel a little bad for taking advantage of his reactiveness towards you. However, something deep inside you is undeniably excited with the thought.Â
On the other hand, Choso feels like heâs watching himself act in third person, deliberating what part of his body he should move next to not look too obnoxious or stiff. He doesnât know if he should just let the silence pass till he runs out of tea, or maybe till it turns lukewarm. You shift in your seat, he feels your gaze heavy on him. You donât say anything, you just stare at the side of his face. His throat bobs.
He looks over to you for a split second and meets your eyes, you raise your brows at him, a smirk growing on your sweet face.Â
An anxious laugh bubbles from his throat, the tips of his ears tinging red. âI think youâre aware of how youâre making me nervous.âÂ
You couldnât stop the way the smirk spreads into a wide smile. âI was thinking of how to get you to talk, is all.â You tilt your head to the side, checking out how the light from your room lamp makes his jaw seem sharper. His hair nearly fell on his shoulders, built and perched with his elbows on his knees, posture a little hunched, but he still sat taller than you. Nothing short of tempting in your eyes.
He follows your gaze, âWhat?â
âYouâre also thinking of something.â
His brows pinch, he hates how good you are at prodding at him when he clearly doesnât know what to say. âIâm always thinking.â
You nod, âAnd still, you havenât said anything since we went up.â
Choso pauses his already stiff self. You place your mug down, crossing your legs on the couch. He brings his attention back to you but youâre already intently looking at him. He flinches back.
Sighing, âWhat do you think Iâm thinking about?â You purse your lips, shrugging at his question. He shakes his head, a smile fighting its way on his face.
 âThen Iâm happy you only brought me here to drink some tea.â A roll of his eyes comes out of sarcasm, reaching for his own mug on the table, stretching his arm out.Â
Heâs about to pull his hand back when your smaller one lands on top of his. The contact would have made him drop the glass into little pieces if it werenât for the coffee table underneath. He lets down the cup, missing the coaster you laid out.Â
âThatâs my mugâŚ.â You point at the red cup in his grasp, yours. You let the words linger like the pads of your fingers on the back of his hand, âHm, youâre really warm.â
He blinks, unable to ground himself back to reality because maybe, maybe youâre trying to make a move on him. Heâs unable to look into your eyes,Â
âUh,â He falters, the warmth on his cheeks multiply and spread out when you inch closer, the warmth of your own body makes him feel like heâs overheating.Â
âHow else could I get you to go up with me?â You say, goading another reaction out of him.Â
âI-I mean you could just ask andâŚI wouldnât say no,â Youâre closer to his face nowâtoo close. But youâre still not looking at eye level â not close enough.Â
âI think Iâve done a lot just to be around you, Cho.â He almost melts at how the stupid nickname his brother calls him sounded so good coming from your honeyed lips. Choso gulps, audible and embarrassing in the silence of your apartment.Â
He started off this conversation on the edge of the couch, somehow it feels like youâve backed him into it.
âYâknow, the TA stuff, asking to studyâdo we look like weâre studying now?â Your arm skates over his hand, up his arm, the touch leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You watch how his jaw all but clenches at the feeling, a newfound confidence makes you unbelievably giddy, driving you to push more. âBut what I wanna know is,â
He feels like heâs running out of breath before he could utter a word when your palm lands up on his hard chest, feeling for the erratic thumping of his heartbeat underneath the fabric of his shirt.
Your head is craned up, lashes bat at him, âWhat are you willing to doâŚ?â
Heâs looking deeply into your eyes, searching for the answer to your question, not realizing how his neck is craning down at your height in return. Several beats pass â he feels a tug on his shirt and then heâs closing the distance between your lips.Â
He whines on the soft, wet skin, sucking gently, eyes falling shut. His hand finds your cheek, the other reaching for your side when you tangle your arms around his neck. The pace is hungry yet fervent, tugging and melting against the other. You pull away slowly, lips parting from each other wetly. Youâre smacking your own lips before smiling up at Choso, giggling.Â
His eyes are hazy, glasses crooked out of place. His hands are covering your back and smoothing over your clothes, âI can do anythingâ whatever you want.âÂ
If you werenât already grinning wide enough, now youâre fully Cheshire-like. Pushing yourself closer towards him, âAnything?â He nods eagerly, youâre pulling him in, hungry.Â
His hand is on the back of your neck now, holding. Thereâs something about his touch that feels like itâs keeping you together without feeling too possessive. Caring with a dash of hesitance. One youâre looking to break through tonight.
Your lips travel down his neck, leaving hot, lingering kisses along his throat. âOh, mmh-â He bites his lip immediately after nearly letting out the low noise from chest, eyes shutting when you find the particularly sensitive spot on his neck. You feel his fingers dig rougher on your hips, youâre on your knees now, determined to cover every inch of him in your touch. Your weight falls on him when he tugs you, the hands planted on his shoulders squeeze out of instinct.
âYou good? I-I didnât mean to, ahââ He tried to move his head away from your persistent lips, but a shiver that runs through him stops his actions. Youâre sucking on his skin, humming proudly, undettered from your little slip. His hands brush down your sides, they plant themselves lower on your waist.
You plant kisses all the way back to his chin then meet his lips again. Youâre eye level, a sinister glint in your eyes. You stick your tongue out, half lidded gaze and staring right at him â brushing the wet, pink muscle along Chosoâs bottom lip, teasing. Heat rushes on his face, blood rushes on his crotch. Youâre killing him.
You suck on the pink flesh, tugging then letting go, heâs pulling you in closer by the back of your neck. He wants you on him, mind unable to decide how â just everywhere is fine. You drop your palm down between your bodies and on the garter of Chosoâs sweats, feeling for the hardness underneath.
He hissed as your fingers brushed what would be his shaft, âUm, sorry, can we make out a little I thinkâŚâ He holds your head closer to his face, breaths mingling as you catch them. âIâll get less hardâ nervous, I think. Sorry,â You hummed in agreement before landing back on the flushed skin of his mouth, quieting him down with your lips.
You giggle against him, chasing as he squirms, palms settling on his shoulders. You pull off him with a peck, feet planting back on the carpeted floors. Choso now sat far into the couch, slacked with legs spread. His mouth parts as you start undressing, stripping off into your underwear.Â
He sizes you up and down, taking in your soft, bare skin, your strapless bra and cotton panties under the warm lights of your apartment. It elicits a heavy throb under his pants. Chosoâs breathing feels uneven and the air grows thinner when you settle back on the couch, only now between his spread out legs.
 Youâre steadying yourself, his hands find a place on your warm, now bare skin. You smooth over the wide expanse of his chest, then land on his neck, even warmer than you. âThis okay?â You ask, to which he only replies with a nod.Â
Youâre about to lean into him when he reaches for his glasses, but you stop him before he tries to pry the piece of metal off. âThey stay on.â
His breath catches in his throat, stomach dipping. A part of him heâs not quite sure whether he wanted to acknowledge, liked when you tell him what to do.
 He lets his hand fall, you adjust the rims on the bridge of his nose. âYouâre so pretty.â Youâre holding his face with both hands, tilting it upwards to you. A lopsided grin appears on his face at the comment, eyes shying away and down from your face and to the body on him. Â
âThanks- Thank you,â He replied poorly. His palm skated from your waist and to your back, laying above the clip of your bra. His lips are caught between his teeth as he takes in the feel of your skin against him, he looks up. âYouâre awfully pretty as well.â
He was never good at expressing himself,only with what he was sure of. But this was new, you pushing, him taking, it was all new. But he meant every word he said to you. He leaned in to catch your lips against his. Fuck, if only you could tell how much he meant it.
Heâs slotting his tongue in between your parted mouth, leaning further in and youâre falling back, but heâs catching you â keeping you to him. You work together smoothly, as smooth as silks rubbing against each other. You clutch on to him tightly as if heâll slip if you donât. You taste like jasmine tea and heâs wondering if the sweet taste is from the honey or just you. Heâs holding you by the neck and pushing your back into him.Â
You finally move to settle on his lap, the kiss unwavering so youâre first to pull away, âChosoââ He catches the sound of his name in your mouth, chasing, taking, and taking. There isnât any place on your body that isnât covered by him, your arms, your back, your legs in between his that caged you. You moan at the thought against his greedy tongue, entirely consumed. But youâre impatient and already wet, the fabric of your panties has been riding up for the last 10 minutes. So you squeeze his arms weakly, but itâs enough for him to let air flow between you.
âShit, Sorryââ Heâs frantic and searching your eyes, but heâs met with your hazed out ones and your swollen, drooly lips. He wiped the corner of it, chest heaving. âI need toâ youâre driving me insane,â He chuckles, deep and uncertain with how true the fact felt. Heâs brushing your hair back gently, âIâm sorry,â he lets go of you as youâre pulling away.
Youâre upright now, letting your feet back down. Youâre bending over to his lap, palms resting on his spread out limbs, âYou need to make it up to me,â Youâre once again reaching for his sweats, the imprint of his shaft taking form at the side. He gently lays his hand on your wrist.
 âAre you sure?â His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, the frames of his glasses are now on the tip of his nose bridge. But thereâs a wave of genuine uncertainty blanketing his expression.
Youâre blinking up at him, âWhy wouldnât I be?â
Itâs a tangled knot in his chest, one bundled in embarrassing moments and unsuccessful hook-ups. He stuttered over his words,
âJust that before Iâve-â he pondered if he should risk you laughing at him, but youâre expectantly looking into his eyes, and your hands are already on his lap, a little more and youâd be right where heâs aching for you. âIâm scared of making itâŚunpleasant?âÂ
His hand rubs up and down your arms, youâre tuning him out and thinking of how you should go about sitting on him. He continued to ramble on, âUm, like Iâve been told it wasâŚâ
âToo big?â You ask, attention now on him. Externally youâre collected, stating it like a remark. But internally you know itâs a fact. You feel a little bad thinking about it but now youâre piecing together your earlier conversation on what Miwaâs friendâs friend mightâve been complaining about.Â
Choso all but nods, eyes scanning your room as if that would keep yours away from him. âI could just help you, yâknow. We donât have toââ
Youâre turning over and maneuvering his hand out of his lap, sitting on his thigh. For a moment, youâre a little hesitant, hovering. âI mean Iâd like it if we did, but Iâm alsoâŚâ His words trail off, holding your hip and securing you on his lap, unbothered as your weight settles on one thigh. He clears his throat, âIâm okay with, um, anything.â
Youâre leaning into him, on your side, hand trailing underneath the hem of his shirt, grazing his clenched abdomen. He jolts, causing you to jump in your seat. Your eyes widen for a moment before relaxing, hand skating lower under the garter of his sweats with a simpering grin on your face. Youâre kissing his cheek, gentle and slow as your hand palms over his hard, covered cock.
Heâs watching your move under the fabric of his gray sweats, feeling your smaller fingers squeezing and rubbing the base of it. It hurts, he thinks. In a way that something stings and feels good at the same time. Youâre squeezing at his tip when he throws his head back on the couch, groaning loudly. You take the opportunity to mouth on his neck again.Â
âCan you pleaseâ Can I please take it off?â He asks politely, but the grip on your hip feels anything but. You hum, still licking at the expanse of his neck.Â
Youâre pulling his pants down with his helpâmostly him just taking it off himself, desperate and aching. Heâs bare from the waist down now when you settle back on his thigh, sweats and boxers discarded on the floor.Â
Youâre now shamelessly gawking at his erection bouncing against stomach, slapping against it. The warmth of your hand catches him off guard, finally making contact skin to skin. You tug on the shaft, immediately taking notice of how your fingers struggle to close around it and were squeezing on accident.
âFâoh, god. â He rests his head on your shoulder, sweat building on his forehead. You start moving your hand up and down, already slippery from how heâd been oozing in his boxers the entire time. Heâs quiet behind you, save for the heavy breathing on your skin. You go faster. âYour handâs so tight,â it comes out in a whimper. A wet, mouthing sensation can be felt on your shoulder, heâs biting your skin to muffle himself. But It doesnât work, his throat lets loose with each reaction.
 His eyes roll up from your shoulder when he feels you lean forwards and away from his chest, cock twitching when a wet glob of spit drips on him from your tongue.
Youâre both watching your hand work up and down, bringing both onto the shaft, heâs cursing as you go faster.Â
Youâre throwing your other leg over his thigh, straddling him in reverse, before resting back on him. Choso's hands come up to hold you under your knees, keeping your legs apart. He watched as the movement stretched the fabric, pussy still clad in underwear, drenched and barely covering it. But he canât help but peek lower, your hands exclusively paying attention to his erection.Â
You joke, âItâs like I'm jerking myself off.â
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, the vibrations thrum against your back and you turn them into moans as you suddenly go faster. âSucks though, I canât feel it.âÂ
Youâre unable to see his expression behind you, but you can hear how his moans are muffled between his teeth, âYouâre s-so eager.â
You reveled at how shaky heâd sounded. âOne of us has to be.â
And then a strange noise akin to the tearing of fibers can be heard from below. You gasp as it happens in front of you, hands slowing its ministrations. You realize youâre watching him rip your underwear, exposing your wet, shiny pussy. âHeyââ
 Heâs adjusting himself from under you, bringing his other hand under your thigh, your legs tugged higher as he starts rubbing right on your clit.Â
Heâs rough and accurate on where he wants to touch you, deliberate in his movements. Heâs quick but he isnât rushing either, his only motive was to get you to falter in his stead as you were doing just the same.
Your voice shrinks into breathy pants, the slick sound from your poor clit syncing in with each, âAh, ah, Choââ
âYouâre making me so, so hard, babyââ Youâre both an obscene sight to behold, playing with each other, spread out, grunting or whimpering. Both sloppily still trying to let your lips tangle with each other despite the inconvenient position. Both a mess, your tits spilling out of your bra, and his glasses all fogged up.Â
You grind into him, âFeels so good,â rubbing your juices on the cock youâre jerking with now one hand, coating his chubby length. Your body felt like it was on overdrive, moving your hips up and down as you clenched on nothing, gushing freely.Â
Youâre biting your lip as your hips grow erratic, brows pinching and your abdomen clenches on itself. âI-Iâm close.â
Choso lets a groan escape,âFuck, really?â realizing heâs making you come first. Itâs a miracle heâs held off this long, he wonders if heâll hold up if you let him inside. The thought makes him move your hips on his cock, assisting you as you use him to get yourself off.Â
He doesnât know if heâs breathing so hard because heâs getting tired or because he knows getting your clit rubbed nudges you a little closer to the edge when you start to get louder. He breathes against your ear, âCome on me, please.â Heâs mumbling now, less at you and more to himself. âI wanna see you cum on me, please, pleaseââ
Your legs begin to shake in his hold, fighting to shut close but the grip under your knees forces you to come with your legs spread wide, pussy making a show of spasming against Chosoâs cock, voice breaking as you whimper. âThatâs it baby, thatâs it,âÂ
Choso is completely enamored, the sounds of your high pitched whines in the air was like music to him, the way you writhe against his body was this entrapping dance. He couldnât keep his eyes off you.
He notes how you were still in your bra, he whispers something about it, but youâre just nodding your head with your eyes shut, riding it out. Then heâs unclipping the strap with one hand, the fabric falling off and releasing your perfect tits.
You then relax your back to him, twitching still. But then heâs thrusting his erect cock up between your folds, the stimulation starting to make you wetter again, your breath can only catch up so fast. Youâre attempting to lift your hips with a squirm.âGi-give me a secââ
Choso quickly lets your legs fall to the side and pauses, sitting up and moving your head to face him. âShit- we can stop here,â he assured, breathy and worried. âI didnât mean to, I was just looking at you. You looked-â So fucked out, âIâm sorry.â
âSh-shut up,â You look away and Choso stiffens under you. Was he too rough? Before he could even utter another apology, you spoke, âIâm fine, I just need toâ breathe.âÂ
He watches you quiet down from underneath you, heâs rubbing your thighs comfortingly. âI am sorry,â The silence lingers, only getting tenser with each beat that passes.
And then you start chuckling â at nothing in particular. Your breathing slows down, and you look back to check on him. He looked so worried, brows pinched and his lip jutted out. A lazy smile breaks into your features, leaning down to catch him in a chaste kiss so he wouldn't see the expression on your face. âI liked it, okay?â
His breath hitched in his throat when you spoke against his lips, âYeah?âÂ
Youâre nodding, smile now exposed. You kiss him again, powerless against his sweet lips. He relaxes, hand coming up to the back of your head. âI wanna-â A kiss, âFuck you now,â A slower kiss, âPlease.â
Heâs backing up to read your face, reassessing. Within the silence, something passes between you two. Amidst the air that smells of sex and vaguely of tea, thereâs this mix of warmth and uncertaintyâand whether or not to dive in it â that lingers in between.Â
Heâs nervous under your gaze, once again, looking for a way out of your eyes that traps him so effectively like no other. Heâs looking down at his still, very much, erect self. âI donât have a condom.â
Youâre thinking to yourself before you reach for the side table of your couch, scrambling for a box you kept there in case.
Chosoâs scrambling to rip the plastic off before fishing for one packet. âIâm not really sure if it would fit so, maybe just try it,â You remark as youâre being maneuvered out of his lap and on the side of the couch. He fumbled with the rubber a couple times, pulling it down before it snapped a little too tightly on his girth. He tugs it down on him until a tear starts spreading on the side of the translucent material.Â
âIâm sorââ He hissed as it snapped against his skin, âSee I canât even fuckingâŚI donât think this is quite rightââ Heâs cursing to himself, obviously a little sexually frustrated. For someone his size he still managed to look somewhat like a defeated puppy.Â
Youâre tugging the broken thing off, relief blooming in his chest but itâs short lived as heâs reminded of how he might not even have sex with you anymore. âBut no, we really donât have to.â He says, discouraged.Â
âYou can fuck me raw, Iâm on the pill.â He internally groaned, pulled back out of his head. You just had a way with your words.Â
He does a complete 180, eyes widening, shifting from beaten to optimistic. He reminds himself to curb his excitement though, slowing down. âYou can be on topâset the pace?â Youâre already moving to sit on his lap.
Heâs nodding his head at you, and finally rips his shirt off himself, now completely naked. Youâre staring down at him, licking your lips at the sight of his milky skin and toned chest. He pulls you out of your thoughts, voice small and distant.Â
âIâll pull out, yeah?â Heâs swallowed back thickly, more of reminding himself to do that. âJust be slow okay? I didnât prepare you that welâum,"
His voice trails off when youâre already lining yourself up with his reddened tip. âA little at a timeâOh,â Youâre already sinking down, unrepressed.Â
The stretch is long and constant, to the point it feels like youâre rethinking how fast you jumped on this, except you remember youâre already lowering yourself very carefully.Â
Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream when you get past the head, sinking lower, your walls throb against his member. Youâre bracing yourself with a palm, Chosoâs chest is covered in sweat and heaving. âYouâre soââs really tight, oh fuck youâre so warm,â He whined out, unable to complete a sentence.
Heâs leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck and then back on your lips to keep your mewls at bay. Youâre kissing back, heâs only half way in when you start moving. Chosoâs breaths turn ragged against yours, pulling you closer to him. You catch your breath, âItâs stretching me out so much, Choo-â You whine, slowly rolling your hips.
Heâs squeezing your waist before trailing his hands down your ass, âYouâre doing good, youâre doing really good.â
Heâs looking down at your progress, struggling to tell where you ended and he begun, now nearer to the base of his cock. He throbs inside you. âFuck, a-are you okay?â Heâs looking back up at your face, taking in your lips, bitten and swollen under your teeth.Â
He lets out a shaky whimper, âYouâre taking so much.â His eyes finding their way back to your hole swallowing him. âSo good, baby.â
You tuck your feet over his thighs for leverage, pulling off his cock slowly then sinking back down, and back up. You repeat the motions, torturously slow, your slick creating this lewd noise from each rock of your hips as you go deeper. Chosoâs hands are on your thighs, weighing you down but heâs really holding back from actively pushing â still youâre sinking, taking more.Â
You start to bounce, struggling to hold yourself up with your palm on his chest, the slight sting of the stretch dulling out to a deep pressure. Itâs a lot easier now, you go even faster with the help of your growing arousal slicking up his cock. Every touch you leave on each other now feels highly sensitive, your tits pressed against Chosoâs hard chest, his hands squeezing on your ass for dear life. Youâre left unable to keep up conversations or teases to each other now, heads completely in a different space. You're left babbling incoherencies as your tingling nerves derail your focus, the only thing clear was to go after what felt good.Â
But you falter, your knees slowing as they start to ache but you push yourself further, desperate, taking even more of Chosoâs length. You find yourself losing balance and lean over, panting. You lift your hips, then let your ass fall back into his lap, a strained mewl leaving your throat, âI-I need help. I need you, Choâneed you tâa fuck my pussy,âÂ
He groans out at how high your voice got, fresh from its suppressed whines. âOkay Iâll help,â Heâs quick with his hands, holding you by the globes of your ass, and pulls you up. He bites back a noise, hearing and feeling your tight pussy gush and clamp on him as he lifts until itâs just the tip. âsâ okay if I thrust a little?â He whispers against your ear, growing desperate as his cock pulses in anticipation. You nod fervently in his neck, arms circled around him. âOkay baby, Iâm gonna. Iâm gonna help this pussy- fuckkkâÂ
Itâs noisier now, from your skin, sticky and slapping against each other, to your gasps turning into moans against each otherâs open mouths. Chosoâs now taking all the work, lifting your ass and bringing it down to meet his aching cock even faster than you could have. He starts meeting your pussy half way, thrusting up wards and it knocks the wind out of you.
Moans spill out of you with each thrust up, breaking and then bursting out of you. Youâre clinging to him, bodies impossibly close, skin rubbed up against skin. âYouâre so fucking loud, honeyâdo you like it?â His groans turn into grunts with how heâs physically exerting his body, on a mission to see you break apart on top of him.
You reply with a noise of acknowledgment, barely audible amongst the slapping and heavy breathing. Youâre body feels hot all over, from inside and out. Heâs deep enough inside you in places you didnât even know was possible to go that far in, and the best worst part is you havenât even reached the base of him yet. A new objective makes itself known in the part of your brain that still functioned, a dimly flickering idea.Â
âCh-choso can you, nghââ Youâre bringing your face out of his neck to face him, but heâs still busying himself with his thrusts, âI want you deeper, c-could you do that fâme?â
Heâs letting out a high pitched whine he when lets you down, about to throw his head back when you catch his lips in yours, tugging on his hair and pulling roughly. âYouâre stronger than me Cho, câmon. Make me cum on your big cockââ
He groans, planting his feet on the ground, before you know it youâre up in the air, now standing. You cut yourself off with a moan, both of you do âsighing out when he lifts your ass up before dropping you on his painfully hard cock. âYouâre so filthy when you talk, yâknow that?â
It feels like he's all the way to your lungs when he finally bottoms out in you, which would make sense since it feels like you arenât breathing anymore. You cry out once more, wiling your eyes and muffling the noises in his neck, biting down. âAre you crying?â He asks, concern prodding between his excitement, but the thought manages to make itâs way to his cock, fucking you on him rhytmically slow and deep. You let out a choked sob, âFuck youâre cryingânot even going that fast.â
âThen g-go faster,â You managed to voice out between moans, your hips wiggling in his grasp. He groans in response, kneading your ass to stop you from getting ahead of him.
âYou tell me if itâs too much- just, you have to tell me a-alright?â Youâre clenching on him, still trying to bounce. âShit, Okay.âÂ
The slower sounds of your skin slapping each other turn into rapid, sharp sounds. Choso grunting from each thrust, now fully unrepressed. In seconds, the image youâve crafted of him as this shy, hesitant boy, crumbles. Youâre fully moaning out now, his cock nudging deeper and repeatedly in that spot that triggers your insides. âIâm so full, fuck-â
Heâs hiccuping his moans out, turning into whimpers as he pumps you up and down even faster, his nails digging into the meat of your ass. âYouâre taking me so good baby,â Heâs thrusting up when he lets you fall on his cock midway, his muscles forgetting to strain. âFuck, take it, take itââÂ
He dives in against your lips, tongue invading your whimpering mouth. You try your best to kiss back, eyes nearly closing while heâs drowning you in him. Youâre clenching on his cock a lot tighter now, his balls drenched in your arousal, slapping against your other hole from the impact of his motions.
âI think IâIâm gonna cum-â You pull away from Choso who lets out a breathy moan, licking your lips to chase yours. Youâre falling limp against him, hips rendered useless when heâs already fucking you on a pace outside of your own stamina.Â
Your insides are pulsing around his member, your moans growing even louder. Chosoâs deep enough into you when he feels his cock twitch, âI need to pull outââ Youâre immediately protesting, letting out noises of disapproval. âNo, no baby Iâm gonna cum if youââ
âI donât care.â Fuck. Choso holds himself back, his pre-cum oozing out makes your sopping hole even more slippery at the thought of filling you up to the brim. Heâs thinking of ways to keep himself from cumming right this very second when youâre already so fucked out and desperate, high up in your own head.
His dick twitches again and heâs biting his lip, slowing his carry on your body til youâre stopping altogether. Before you could say anything else, heâs pulling out and placing you on the couch, lying down. Youâre complaining, spreading your legs as much as the cushions on your side could let you.Â
Chosoâs holding his cock, squeezing at the base to calm himself down but he opens his eyes to your gaping, hungry hole, presented to him like an offer, âC-cum inside me, Cho,â
His resolve breaks within a blink of an eye, already laying above you and wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel like crying out of joy when he finally makes his way inside, thrusting slowly and hissing from how tight you still are. âI need to be on top of you, I need toââ He mumbled, eyes already hazed out and clambering for satiation.
He topples over you as he finds his balance, now setting a newer pace from earlier, caging you with his body while his thrusts grow even faster.
The sensation is much more different now, a stretch added with the forces of his thrusts now fully landing on you.
Heâs watching every twist of your face and moan spill out. Scanning your body downwards while he lays a palm on your lower abdomen, âIf I cum inside youâre gonna bulge right h-here, dâ ya want that?â
Youâre squealing against him when he presses down, his cock nudging where heâs digging his fingers from the outside. Your walls flutter against his member, sucking him in and pulsing wetly. Chosoâs grunting against you, hips growing faster as he watches your eyes get even more hazy and your face twisted.
Your eyes are rolling back when he starts rubbing on your clit, already impatient with wanting to feel your pussy tighten impossibly around him.
Heâs whispering incoherencies to you, face on your neck when he pulls back his hips and pushes back in deeply as he continues rubbing you.Â
You cry out, shuddering against Choso as the coil in you snaps, holding onto his wrist as your legs secured against his ribs.
He lets out a shaky moan, pumping faster when he chases his orgasm while you ride yours out on him, bodies grinding up against each other intimately.Â
A curse lets you know that heâs finally reached his climax, thrusts growing slow and deep while pumping you full of his sticky cum. Your eyes are glossed over, your throat sore from your own voice when heâs riding out his high, panting and leaving kisses all over your face.Â
Your chests are pumping against each other, both catching your breaths. Your hand finds its way to his face, turning it so he could look back at you. His cheeks are red and his glasses were no longer on him, probably losing them from how much youâd been switching positions.Â
Youâre brushing his hair from his face, tucking a long strand onto his ear. Your body still feels like itâs on fire but it doesnât compare to how even after all that, his stare on you still makes your heart skip a beat. You let out a breath, gathering yourself.
 âWhat do you think?â His eyes scans over your face, âBetter than coming up to study?â
Choso shifts on his elbows as heâs laying on top of you.âYeah that wasâŚâ He takes a moment to think of a better way to describe it, a smile spreading on his face. âReally good.â He settles with honesty instead.
Heâs thumbing over your shoulder, a hundred thoughts trying to materialize themselves in his still mushed up brain. âIâve never done it like that, before I mean.âÂ
Heâs looking up to meet your eyes, and youâve got a glow emitting from you, drawing him in. He hesitates for a moment but then, âAnd you? Howâd you feel?â
You huff out a soft chuckle, realizing how ironic this all was. How youâve still managed to not destroy the awkwardness that came with affections even when youâve skipped over to, well sex. Choso waits for your answer, something swirls tight in his chest, uneasy but still patient.Â
Youâre brushing back the hair on his scalp, taking in how much less guarded he looks without glasses. âYeah, I feelâŚsafe.â
He smiles, that knot in his chest untangling. To no surprise, he finds the thread itâs bundled from may be connected to you. âYeah?â
You nod, smiling, âYeah.â
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toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. âno.â you said, beginning to sit up. âno, toji. get back.â you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. âyou didnât miss me?â he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. âdonât run from it, baby. come feel on me.â
before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. âtoji, you smell.â you said, pressing your hands against his chest. âoh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldnât stop thinking of you.â he murmured against your neck. âi was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.â he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. âthatâs when i thought of you.â
you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. âyouâre nasty.â you said. âi want you.â he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. âi trained. just for you.â he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. âarenât you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you donât have to do any work when weâre fucking.â he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.
he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. âi know you feel that.â he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. âyou donât have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.â he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. âitâs okay, baby. you can act like you donât want it, but i know you do.â he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you âadjustedâ your position on him.
âsee? thatâs my girl, always wanting this dick. itâs okay, baby. you donât have to hide it.â
Š satoskii 2026 âââââââââ
a/n : short n sweet before i get back on track yay ;)
Warning: vulgar language, smut (literally right at the beginning đ), gossiping maids, its 2 am pls excuse any grammar mistakes...
Synopsis: You and Zuko are in your early years of marriage. Youâre a young couple with copious amounts of energy, when you two are alone intimacy is bound to happen. But what happens when you get a whisper of complaints from the palace workers. (2.3 k wc)
Your toes curled tightly, digging into the bed as your back arched off the silk sheets. Your eyes rolled back, an overwhelming wave of pleasure shooting through your body.
Your husbandâs head was buried deep between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips firmly as his tongue worked against you. Your breathing was labored, this was your fourth orgasm of the night, and he hadnât given you a single break.
He pulled back with a quiet gasp for air, his fingers now taking place of his tongue, steady and relentless.
"Come on baby, I know you're close gimme one more and iâll let you go, promise." You whimpered gripping the sheets below you as your body tensed from the pleasure.
He pressed a kiss to your thigh before diving back between your thighs mouth focusing on your swollen sensitive bud with renewed hunger. A sharp gasp tore from your lips at the sudden rush of pleasure.
Your lower stomach tightened, your hands moving from the sheets to his dark hair, gripping tightly.
âZuâZuko, please⌠Iâm close!â
He kept the same pace. His amber eyes flicked up to watch you, hungry and intent, while one hand held your hips in place the other busy with two fingers shoved inside you pressed against your sensitive spot.
Your breathing quickened, your moans rising higher, more desperate.Your eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw stars.
âPleaseâ f-fuck, Iâm close, Iââ Your words broke into a mix of a groan and a cry as your body finally gave in, the climax hitting you all at once as warm liquid squirted out pooling below you. Zuko didnât stop, he helped you through it, letting you ride out every last wave.
As it passed, your grip on him loosened. Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to steady your breathing.
When you finally looked down, his cheeks were flushed deep red. His bun had come loose, strands falling around his face. His lips were swollen and glistening as his chin dripped your juices. His expression low and satisfied. He looked unfairly hot like that.
His breathing was heavy as a tired smirk tugged at his lips.
âYou did well, baby.âHe peppered a few soft kisses along your inner thighs before pushing himself up and disappearing into the private bathing room.
You closed your eyes, feeling the adrenaline fade as exhaustion crept in. Sleep was just beginning to pull you under when a warm sensation between your legs made you jolt slightly.
âShh⌠itâs okay. Iâm just cleaning you up.â
You were too weak to respond, your body completely spent.
At some point during the night, Zuko moved you, stripped the bed of the ruined sheets, and settled back beside you, pulling a thick quilt over both of you.
The last thing you felt was the warmth of his body pressed against yours, soft kisses trailing along your shoulder and temple as sleep finally took you.
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The next morning, you woke up still wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
Ever so gently, you shifted, propping your chin against him so you could watch him sleep. He looked so sweet and peaceful like this it was almost impossible to see him as the man who had ruined you the night before.
You giggled to yourself as you began pressing more kisses against his warm skin. That seemed to stir him. He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering open, and the moment they found you, he smiled.
âYouâre awake earlier than normal. I figured youâd be out for the rest of the day,â he teased.
You rolled your eyes. âHa, you think youâre that good?â you shot back, already knowing youâd just gotten yourself into trouble.
A look of mock offense crossed his face before he suddenly flipped you onto your back. His bare chest pressed against yours, strong arms caging you against the bed.
âYouâre telling me you can go again? Already?â
You smiled, craning your neck up just enough to brush a teasing kiss against his lips.
You felt him twitch against your bare thigh, and you smirked into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.
His hands slid down your body, gripping your thighs and guiding them around his waist as he pressed himself against your bare core with intention. You could feel him getting harder as a soft gasp left your lips.
You were deep in your morning make out session when a knock sounded at the door.
âFire Lord Zuko, you have a meeting with the general and urgent letters from the other nations. You are needed in the council room immediately.â That voice belong to his annoying Grand Steward who somehow knew how to ruin the mood every time, always managing to find you two when you run off.
You were reluctantly pulled back to reality. Zuko broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle, your hand settling against his chest.
âCome on, maybe we can have breakfast together before you have to attend endless meetings today.â
You gave him one last kiss before he rolled off of you.
Before either of you could react, the doors slid open, startling you both. You scrambled to grab the blanket, covering your naked body only to realize it was your Head Handmaid, Akani. She was an older woman who was like a second mother figure to you, she always wore a scowl despite having a heart of gold. Once your motherâs head handmaiden, she had come with you when you became the Fire Lady.
Behind her stood your three ladies-in-waiting, along with three of Zukoâs personal attendants, who remained turned away by the door.
Akani approached the bed, holding out a robe. She handed it to Zuko, her expression unreadable. You knew she had been doing this for years, but that didnât make it any less embarrassing.
Zuko awkwardly cleared his throat. Akani rolled her eyes, gesturing for the girls to turn around. They did so, giggling quietly.
He quickly stood, wrapping the robe around himself, moving so fast it was almost comical.
As he left, the women continued to giggle amongst themselves. You lay there, utterly embarrassed as Akani fixed you with a look.
âAkaniââ
âA bath, shall we?â
You sighed, nodding.
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Later that evening, you were headed to your own separate meeting. The New Yearâs festival was around the corner, and you were in charge of planning and hosting. You didnât feel like putting on your formal wear, so you asked to be dressed in a robe with muted reds adorned with gold stitching, cinched at the waist with a matching belt and few pieces of jewelry.
As you walked down the hall, you tried to keep a straight face, but your calves and thighs burned with each step you took. You made a mental note to get back at Zuko later that night.
As you approached the door, your attention was caught by the fairly loud whispers of the servants inside. You held up your hand, stopping the guard from announcing your presence.
A young womanâs voice spoke, âThey were so loud last night the guards heard them all the way down the hall.â A few giggles followed.
âI heard them a few days ago in the throne room Lord Zuko was incredibly loud. He was basically screaming her name.â
âIâm surprised sheâs not pregnant yet. They do it any chance they get I donât know how sheâs not broken in two.â
âThe laundry maids say they have to change their bedding so often, itâs ridiculous. Sezei says her forearms have grown three times in size because of how much washing they have to do.â Your entire body began to burn with embarrassment.
âNo way!â another girl giggled. âOne guard claims he caught them naked in the river near the waterfall, late at night.â Gasps erupted throughout the room.
âThey say the flames throughout the castle will flicker uncontrollably when Lord Zukoââ
Akani barged past you angrily, sliding the doors open. âHave you all lost your senses, speaking of the Lord and Lady in such a manner?!â
You swallowed thickly, gripping your long sleeves in your fists. Your body was frozen in discomfort. The girls squealed like children caught by their parents, dropping to the floor, bowing and apologizing profusely. You dismissed them with a silent wave and they scurried away.
The meeting was a blur you couldnât focus, not even a little. Their words clung to you, replaying over and over in your mind. All you could think about was Zuko and you.
You were from a noble family. You knew servants gossiped it was inevitable, but never like this. Never about you, and never in such detail.
Yet somehow, that made the burn of embarrassment settle into something deeper⌠something harder to ignore.
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As the sun set, you went outside to clear your mind but that didnât help. With each servant or guard you passed, you found yourself wondering who had witnessed you and Zukoâs moreâŚintimate moments.
You couldnât even be mad. The two of you had been reckless when it came to your desires.
As the warm wind brushed against your cheeks, familiar hands gently wrapped around your waist. Your body subconsciously relaxed into him.
âHey, beautiful.â Zuko trailed kisses up your neck. You smiled, tilting your head to give him more access until you noticed the guard across the courtyard. You took a sharp breath and gently pushed him away.
âWe shouldnât do this here,â you whispered, looking down in shame.
Zuko tilted his head, confused. âWhatâs the matter?â You sighed, taking his hand and leading him back inside to your bedroom.
After explaining the fiasco from earlier in the day, Zuko sat in front of you in silence. His cheeks held a faint pink tint as he sank into thought.
âI never thought about anyone hearing us. Iâm sorry if I embarrassed youâŚâ
âNo, Iâ ugh. In the moment, I was ashamed and embarrassed I could barely move. Akani had to come to my defense, but⌠I donât know.â You dragged your hands down your face, trying to find the right words.
Zuko chuckled softly, reaching out to take your wrist. You looked at him with a pout.
âListen, if youâre bothered by what they think, I can have them dismissed while we participate in ourâŚactivities.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âNo need. Itâs justâ it was just jarring to hear it firsthand.â
He gave you a gentle smile, cupping your cheek in one hand. You happily leaned into his warmth.
âYou know⌠if they want to listen, letâs give them a show.â He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You sat there, giving it some thought. You had always been known as a poised, intelligent lady from a noble familyâ well respected, well mannered. What if word got back to your parents about how undignified youâd been behaving? You would be mortified the next time you visited.
Sex was meant to be shared between partnersâ husband and wife, notâŚ.oh fuck it. You were already married, so what the hell?
A small smile crept onto your lips as you nodded in agreement. Fine, if they wanted to eavesdrop then let them hear EVERYTHING.
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From late that night into the early morning, you spent hours tangled together, making love. Your sweaty bodies intertwined kissing, biting, pulling, teasingâ your lewd sounds echoing faintly through the palace. From the bed to the floor, the balcony to the wall, neither of you stopped until exhaustion finally claimed you both, and you fell asleep wrapped in each otherâs arms.
The next morning, you woke with a soft smile, draped across your husbandâs chest, the two of you tangled in sheets on the floor.
âMorning, sleepy head,â he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips though his eyes remained closed.
âIâm hungry⌠wanna eat?â He nodded lazily.
Your morning had been perfect so far. You dressed yourself in quiet before joining him for breakfast.
It was simple but divine light fish with rice, fresh fruit, and hot tea. The two of you spoke easily, drifting from meetings, to the New Yearâs Festival, to whatever leisure the day might allow. You were happy (sore) and completely worry free.
Your handmaiden, Akani, entered the dining area, your ladies just behind her.
âGood morning, my lady. My lord,â she greeted, bowing gracefully.
You smiled. âMorning, Akani. Morning, girls.â
There was a small silence, her gaze lingered a moment too long before she straightened. A faint, almost knowing smile tugging at her lips.
âI trust you both slept well?â
You opened your mouth to answer, then paused. Something in her tone made it clear she knew. She always knew.
Your eyes narrowed slightly. ââŚwe did.â
A quiet shuffle came from behind her one of your ladies suddenly very interested in the floor. Akani continued smoothly, âIâve taken the liberty of having your chambers thoroughly refreshed this morning.â
Your brow lifted. âRefreshed?â
âYes, my lady.â A beat. âVery thoroughly.â
Heat rushed to your face, your hand instinctively lifting toward your neck only to freeze when you felt the faint tenderness there. Beside you, Zuko picked up his cup suddenly taking interest in his tea swirling around. You turned your head just enough to catch the faintest hint of red creeping up his ears.
They heard. Good.
Akaniâs eyes flicked between you both, entirely too composed. âMay I speak freely?â You nodded in approval.
âI do hope your shared enthusiasm did not leave you both too fatigued for the day ahead.â
You pressed your lips together, fighting a smile. Zuko however, straightened slightly, setting his cup down with forced calm.
âThank you for your concern. We are perfectly capable of attending our duties.â
There was a brief pause then, almost imperceptibly, his chin lifted just a fraction. You bit the inside of your cheek, barely containing your amusement.
Akani inclined her head. âOf course, my lady.â She reached forward to adjust your hairpiece, that same knowing smile lingering, before bowing and taking her leave. You leaned back slightly in your seat, finally letting your satisfied smile slip free as you reached for your tea.
Šhon3y0logy 2026 â any reposts or translations of my works are strictly prohibited unless granted permission. Do not feed my work into any AI programs.
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FARMHAND!TOJI X BIMBOBUNNY!READER
âź summary: au. a quiet farm life and a young pretty thingâwhat more could an ex-con want? you're a bit of a brat, but that can be fixed too.
âź wc: 4.0k
âź cw: age gap, panty flashing, voyeurism, brat!reader, fantasizing, spit play, biting, hickies, breeding kink, olfactophilia, teasing, perverted toji, morally ambiguous toji, creampies, squirting, unprotected, pet names: Bunny and standard p in v stuff.
âź a/n: idk y'all farmhand!toji possessed my mind. literally did this all in tumblr drafts again today. Lets see if tumblr actually lets me post this or cucks me again.
[ read p2: here ]
FarmHand!Toji who only got the job in the first place because of a prison rehabilitation program. It was either work on a farm or rot in a cell for another 2 years.
Toji chose the farm.
The work wasn't easy, but Toji couldn't complain. It was a very large farm, secluded and he was paid wellâbut most importantly?
It kept his fuckin' P.O. off his back.
Toji works on the farm for three grueling months until you, the farmer's niece, arrives for the summer to also work.
Well, 'work' wasn't really the right word, because you never did any thing of the sort.
Barely, 19 and kicked out of your house for smoking pot. Your parents sent you to your uncle, hoping the hard work and the ex-cons he had working for him would scare you straight. Additionally, due to the fact your Uncle had no wife and no kids, the sole owner of a large farm, the old bastard was pretty well off. As the only child of your dad, his only sibling, farm would eventually be left to you.
Everyone (not like you had a say) agreed you should know how to run it.
But the thing isâyou suck at everything.
You're too flighty to work with the chickens, too prissy clean the pig cages and you'd complain you'd break a nail just from lifting an empty bucketâso milking cows were also out of the question.
Yet you still managed to get your work done.
Precisely cause you weren't the one doing it.
Aware of your youthful looks and charms, you don't hesitate to use them to your advantage.
Your shapely curves are always clad in some in a thin wispy dress, which would turn damn near see-through at the smallest bit of moisture. Wearing no bra and the tiniest of panties, you were always giving a show.
No you weren't scared of these ex-cons in the least bit.
Evident by the way you flounce around the farm, unabashfully, pretending to do the chores the women-starved prisoners were too eager to do for you.
For their efforts you reward them with smiles, blown kisses and sugary words. Sometimes for rewards came in the form of a peach you would sneak them from your uncle's grove.
Always bringing one for yourself you'd sensually bite into the ripen fruit. Allowing its juices to linger on your cherry-glossed lips and dribble down your chinâthe slurping noises are the perfect fapping fodder for them.
Yet the best prize of allâand only if you were feeling particularly generousâa flash of panties.
Toji though had not fallen for your charms though.
Not that he wasn't susceptible to them, hell nawâhe wanted to bend your pretty ass over the nearest fence and roughly fuck some decency, along with manners into your haughty lil' cunt.
But Toji, as well as any of the prisoners, knew better than to touch you. Not only were they risking their freedom, with even the slightest offense here was enough to send them back to the penâthey were also risking their lives.
Your uncle was no fool. The older man regularly carried a sawed off shotgun slung over his shoulder, which used to be a pistol before you arrived.
The farmer didn't make it a big announcement, simply reminding them it was prison or a grave if they fucked this opportunity upâbut the underlying message was crystal clear:
He'd blow anyone to hell who even thought about touching his niece.
Oh, but Toji did think about touching youâalot.
Often staying up late in his shared bunk roomâjerking his cock to a frilly pair of panties of yours he'd stolen off the laundry lineâonce he was sure the others had gone to bed.
Toji wants to teach you a lesson badly.
Not for your benefit though, it be payback for all your goddamn teasing.
Toji isn't a pushover for you.
Nicknaming you 'Bunny' since you were such a clumsy lil ditz. He often made his silly lil bunny do whatever work he was stationed at when you had chores thereâyours and his.
And oh, you hated that.
You only tried harder when none of your pouts, provocations and seductions move him. It was pure hell, but Toji had resisted every trick you had. An unintended benefit however, was that he'd likely seen every pair of panties you owned by now (which is why he had stolen his favorite).
At one point, when you were particularly annoying one day, Toji even tried straight up ignoring you.
Yet that didn't work either.
You only upped the ante, 'accidentally' spilling a whole bucket of cow's milk on yourself. The very color of your perky nips are clearly visible, poking through the now transparent fabric which clings to you like second skin.
Staring Toji dead in his eyes, a coy smile on your plump lips as your pink manicured nails rubbed circles over your soaked nubs.
It took everything Toji had in him that day not to force you down to the dirt floor, fucking your pussy open just as hard and flithy as you'd been asking for.
Turning away from you, he threw a hay laden blanket over you and told you to go back up to the house n' clean up.
Toji didn't miss how badly you pouted, even though he pretended not to care. You reluctantly listened to him, leaving the barn and back to the main house up the hill.
You were both playing with fire.
Yet from that point something broke in Toji.
He still never crosses the line to touching you, but he'd starts pushing your buttons.
He wants to rile you up just as you had him.
As a result, Toji is working around you without a shirt more oftenâsometimes even with a raging hard on in full view. Also he doesn't hold back any longer from any of the vulgar thoughts of you that cross his mind. Regularly vocalizing them with a smirk, making overtly perverted comments towards you.
This was even something the other prisoners were too pussy to do to, given the very real threats of your farmer uncle.
Yet Toji wouldn't be a two-time ex-con he is if he didn't mind gambling with his life for a big reward. Toji relishes in your flustered, indignant reactions, loving to see how your face heats up everytime without fail every time he teases his lil' slut, his sultry voice whispering things like:
"I bet y'er cunt is riper than those peaches, Bunny."
"Bunnyâthink your pretty pussy can squirt more milk than these cow udders?"
"I wonder if my lil' Bunny can actually ride dick, since she's not half bad on a horse?"
You'd call him a 'perverted old man' like you weren't anything more than just a causal cocktease yourselfâobviously you get some sick satisfaction knowing you had every man on this farm but Toji at your beck and call.
In reality, you were just as twisted in nature as him.
Still you were stubborn.
And as retaliation for his resistance, you play all manners of pranks on Toji. Doing anything you could so it was harder for him to do his jobâfrom stealing his work gloves, boots and toolsâto more serious ones like letting a weasel loose in the chicken coop when it was his shift to collect the eggs.
You deemed it your right to punish him for teasing you, for not becoming one of your simps and most fiendish of all?
Making you actually do work.
You harass him so often, it's not long before Toji realizes you're seeking him out intentionally.
Not even bothering to visit the other workstations where your chores are, they would get done by your lil'fan boys regardless, in favor of following him around all day like a lost lil' chick.
On a particularly hot n' sweltering summer day, Toji is stuck with the job of moving machinery from one side of the farm to the other when the sun is at its highest.
Like usual, he's since removed his sweat-drenched work shirtâremaining only in unhooked overalls and his briefs.
Toji hasn't seen you though, which isn't surprising given how broiling it is outside. Someone with as delicate a disposition as you, who also happened to be as manipulative, probably convinced your uncle to let you laze around inside the house, away from the heatâand Toji.
But you were a needy little thing, always seeking attention. Toji occupies his thoughts for most of the morning imagining you growing so bored, not having him to harass and all day.
With idle hands and absolutely nothing else to do, you'd start playing with that plump lil' pussy of yours, wouldn't you?
A supple girl like you had to overflow like a dam. Toji would bet money you'd already be wet enough, even untouched, to drench his fingersâjust from palming your ripe pussy in his hand.
He wouldn't mind taking more than a sip of you on a miserable day like this to quench his thirst.
Continuing his work (and lewd thoughts of you) until his break, Toji discovers he's misplaced his work shirt.
Searching for it in the heat proves annoyingâit's not on the grazing pasture fences, nor in the workshed by the machines. Tsk, he swore he had taken it with him to his last station near the horses.
Passing by the cow barn, Toji hasn't had a shift in there today but he absentmindedly remembers there's was a water hose in there. He could at least cool off for the remainder of his breakâmaybe even rub one out to you.
However, upon sliding open the Toji's smirk grows almost bigger than the hefty cock in his pants.
Looks like he hit the jackpot, today.
There you were in the middle the of the barn, on your back in the hay, thin dress bunched up past your hips and panties dangling off one of your shapely legsâall while feverishly fingering your fat wet lil' cunt.
You salaciously had even dripped a dark sizeable puddle on the dusty floor beneath you.
But the cherry on top?
You're quite shamelessly moaning out cries of his name, uncaring of who could happen to passby and hear you.
'T-Toji!'
'T-Toji, fuck me harder, Daddy!'
All while your pretty angelic face is twisted in pleasure, eyes closed and nose buried deep in the fabric of his soiled work shirt.
Daddy? Oh how fucking filthy of youâGod you were perfect slut, just his fuckin' type.
Solely focused on cumming, your hips thrust up desperately to meet your fingers as he stalks closer to youâlooking every bit of the predatory ex-convict he is.
"Well, well look at what we got ourselves here doll....n'here I thought the only degenerates on this farm were us prisoners?"
Your eyes widen in shock, but you don't stop your fingers right away. You were so close to your release before Toji suddenly appeared in front of you, there's no way you could physically stop chasing it now.
Not when it only takes a lingering glance at his dark features, muscular tanned sweat slick body, and the painfully obvious way his dick jumps in his pants to have you falling over the edge. You gush, mewling as you cream around your delicate lil' fingers.
"You've been a very naughty lil' bunny..."
Sheepishly pulling them out, covered in your slick, Toji's eyes zero in on the way your hole still gapes open. You're cunt quite literally throbbing for more, you'd cum but she's still left unsated.
You clearly needed something much bigger and harder than your flimsy little digits.
You unconsciously back up deeper into the bushels of hay around, putting distance between you as Toji gets closer.
"Tsk, tsk, nuh-uh Bunny, none of that shit. Not when I just caught you being such a whore for me."
You gulp, your heart racing as he crouches over you. Toji removes his work gloves, discarding them as he forces you to lay back on the soft hay.
âHow sweet of you to prep yourself for me babydoll. But, Bunny, you dumb little girl, youâre too careless. What if it wasnât me who walked in 'ere and saw you playing with my pussy?â
You didn't think of that, when you had so brazenly snuck up without him noticing to nab his work shirt.
Initially, you wanted to just be annoying to him again, too bored of being in the house all morning. At first you recoiled when you touched his soggy shirt, yet that all flipped once you caught of whiff of his scent.
Toji smelled of a farm but somehow that smell mixed with sweat, musk and notes of his aftershave hit you straight in your cunt. Your panties becoming just as drenched as the shirt in your hands.
You didn't realize Toji, grimy from farm work, could still smell so good.
Knowing it was far past the time for anyone to come milk cows, you headed straight to that barn. You just wanted some alone time, where you'd be free to touch yourself while thinking of the ridiculously sexy ex-con farmhand.
To say Toji had been plaguing your thoughts and dreams for the past few weeks would have been a massive understatement. You were obsessed with him. Him and his irritatingly smug expression, accentuated by his scar that made him appear all the more dangerousâyou wanted him to fuck youâyour uncles warnings be damned.
"You tryna get me to do more time, girl? Ya know Bunny, I'd kill anyone who touched you, if your uncle didn't get to 'em first."
Your face is hot with embarrassment but your cunt is also burning upâthinking you might die if he doesnât actually touch you soon.
Letting his coveralls drop unceremoniously to the floor, he shrugs off his remaining clothes.
Toji's calloused hands, smudged with oil and grime, grab your hips and yank you to him. You yelp and his cock twitches even harder at your cute lil noises, smearing pre on your already soaked thighs.
Toji presses his sweaty body onto yours. It's cool in the barn but Toji's heat is so intense you feel like you are out in the sun again. Having him on top of you like this finally is overwhelming your senses. Toji is intoxicating and you're so feral with need for him it makes you dizzier than a heatstroke.
Fuck, you looked so ready for him.
He'd love you take his time to really break you inâmake you fall apart until he's screwed every word out of your head but his own name.
Tchâbut there's about 10 more minutes left of his breakâand a good 15 or so more after that before anyone notices he's not where he should be.
Toji would reluctantly have to make this quick. Snatching your dress off overhead, he tosses it across the barn.
Mouth latching to one of your stiffened nipples, Toji simultaneously bullies his cockhead past your entrance, sinking into your slippery cunt.
Both of your collective groans fill the barn.
Goddamn, you're fuckin' tight.
Your eyes go wide and moisture pricks your vision as the sting of his girthy cock splitting you open nearly brakes you. You weren't a virgin by any means, and you knew Toji was hugeâbut shitâit was way bigger in thickness and length than you could have imagined.
Toji has to physically take your legs and wrap them around his body so they stop convulsing.
You whine for him to wait a moment but he couldn'tâhe didn't have the time.
Toji cups your face, unintentionally smearing dirt across your warm pristine lil' cheek.
"Daddy doesn't have time to wait for ya Bunny, can't get caught by y'er mean ole uncle, yeah?"
"*sniffs* I-I know, b-butâ"
"No buts, babyâyou want me to fuck ya, rite? Then just lay back and be good dollâpromise I'll make ya feel good, eh?"
You can't stop the tears that roll down your cheeks, the burning still evident in your cunt as your walls spasm around him. Toji nuzzles your neck, grunts fanning across your sweetly scented skin as he begins moving his hips.
Soon the sounds of wet flesh smacking, resound in the barn with every harsh thrust of Toji's broad hips. The sloppy squelching noises your pussy cries out has Toji feeling like she's talking directly to him.
Sweat drips off his brow and onto your face as he pulls back a bit to see just how well your slutty lil' hole is globbling him right upâyou already frothing a ring of cream around his base like such a good girlâlike you were made to take his dick.
Your teeth bite into his shoulder and your nails rake red streaks across his back when his fat cockhead brushes against your g-spot.
Instantly, the shocks vibrating in your cunt overtake any remaining discomfort from your pussy accommodating his massive cock. Your tiddies bounce violently whe he picks up speed rocking into your cuntâspurred on by your cute bites gnawing into him.
Toji would mark you up similarly.
God you were so fuckin' wet though, milking him so well.
For all the trouble you gave him your lil' pussy was obedient as hell once she got a lil' dick in her.
"T-Tojiiiii, puh-leaseee k-kiss me, Daddy!"
Slurring, you gaze up at him, eyes blown out in pleasure begging for more of himâfor anything he'd give you.
"Yeah, baby, Bunny wants Daddy to kiss her, hm?"
You frantically nod, your whole body is tingling. You just want to feel him consume you completely, all parts of you.
"Heh, of course I'll kiss my lil' bunnyâonly if ya let me cum yaâm-motherfuckâya know how long its been since I had pussy this good doll? Gotta cum in 'er."
Mewling under him, you're easily left at his mercyâyet Toji would show you none, devouring you just as greedily as you wanted him to. Your body responds so well to his praises, so needy for them and Toji doesn't mind indulging you when you're being this sweet for him.
Throwing your legs onto his shoulders, Toji raises your ass off the hay onto his knees as he folds your body in halfâfucking into you deeper, abusing your cervix as he smashed his lips onto yours.
Truthfully, there's no way in hell Toji would pull out now.
Making the decision for you, the kiss Toji gives you is searing hot. Sucking on your tongue, Toji has you melting you completely under him, your pussy clamping harder around him. His deviant tongue and heavy cock fucking you into submission.
Hell, she was begging him to cum in her even if you weren't or couldn'tâyou looked absolutely goneâlike not even the smallest thought lived in your fucked out lil' head.
Even when Toji pulls back to allow you air his lips never leave yours, biting your kiss swollen bottom lip almost to the point of drawing blood.
You tighten even more than Toji thought possible in the moment once he forced your mouth open and spits into it and your instantly swallowing itâsticking your tongue out for more.
Oh? Bunny becomes such a dirty whore once you're fucking her silly, eh?
Toji wonders what else of his you'd swallow. He'd save that for next time though.
For now Toji had to finish you, he was running out of time. Besides, he was speaking true earlier, he really hadn't had good pussyâpussy at allâin literal fuckin' years. Toji didn't think he could last much longer in a hole with as much wet suction as yours, even if he did have more time.
Slipping a hand between your slick bodies, Toji is now furiously thumbing circles on your sensitive clit.
"C'mon, Bunny baby, cum for Daddy, yeah? Squirt on this dick, just like you did your fingers earlier, doll."
Your body, utterly under the spell of his engorged cock which was currently digging into your kidneys, can't do anything but obey him.
Tumbling over your peak, you do as he asks, splashing fluids onto his pelvis, abs and chest with how much squirt he has gushing out of you.
Your head lulls back and Toji has to clasp his hand over your mouth from how loud you started screaming.
His own release follows soon after. Pumping his extra-thick load, all built up and saved over the years for a pussy as sweet as yours, into your well-fucked-open cunt.
Curses and swears pour out of Toji's mouth as remains side you, still pistoning in you with fervor through both your orgasms. Toji doesn't leave the snug warmth of your gooey core until you squeezed out every single drop he had to give you.
Pulling out, Toji immediately rolls over next to you as not to crush you further. Yet, like a magnet, his needy lil' bunny is curling up against his side, a sleepy sated expression on your angelic face.
Toji hated to leave, but he had to haul ass now if he wasn't gonna get caught.
A crude form of aftercare, but Toji hoses the both of you down.
The cold water snapping you from your lethargic afterglow immediately as you pouted and whinedâthe brat in you almost instantly returning.
But Toji couldn't just let you sleep ass naked, covered in his cum in the hay for your uncle to find you or worseâanother prisoner to find you.
Toji was serious. He really would kill someone if they tried anything with you, he'd taken many innocent lives before as a former hitmanâhe had no qualms killing some no good convicts.
Setting you upright, Toji finds your dress in the hay and puts it on you. It's soiled and dusty but he straightens it enough so you're at least halfway presentable.
Toji knows you're clever enough to think of a lie if questioned further.
Although, you'd better back to the main house quickly, in case those hickies he gave you start showing up. Toji smirks to himself.
Sending you on your way with quick sloppy kiss and a firm smack on the ass, he lets you leave first.
After waiting a few minutes, Toji exits the barn, grinning devilishly upon seeing you.
You're halfway back up the hill to the house by now, but you still steal glances back at him every few paces. Still panting, you're too shy now to meet his own eyes for longer than a second with your coy smiles.
Toji chuckles.
He had you hooked.
Hah, a slut like you? You'd probably be begging for his cock all throughout the day from now on.
However, Toji knows if he keeps fucking you like this he'll soon get you pregnant.
But ya know? That might not be half bad though.
This simple farm life had been a nice change of pace.
And who wouldn't want a young n' tender cunt like yours to dump in daily? Toji would keep you stuffed full, belly round with his kids and soft tiddies full of milkâfor his consumption only.
Toji muses once he had finished fucking the brat out of you, Bunny, you'd become the perfect lil' wifey.
It be good for Megumi to have a mom again and some siblings to keep em busy. Toji would finally have a decent place to raise him too, away from the city and his toxic as fuck family who'd Megumi had been with since the first time his dad got locked in the slammer.
Not to mentionâthe farm was a perfect cover for his con activities that he couldn't wait to back start up.
He'd only able to do so much with the burner phone Shiu smuggled-in for him, concealing in a shipment of animal feed.
Heh.
All Toji needed now was to knock you up, apply pressure on your strict, God-fearing parents to agree to the marriage, and then orchestrate an 'untimely and unfortunate accident' for your uncle. Thereby leaving the farm and the substantial inheritance to youâand by proxyâto him.
Yeah, FarmHand!Toji planned to become Farmer!Toji real soon.
Šblkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.
[ read p2: here ]
âź a/n: y'all toji be making me write the most twisted nastiest things for him. i realize soft toji just don't do it for me like depraved toxic morally corrupt toji does, i really would let this man ruin my credit fr y'all, he can have it all.
i didn't expect to write this, all in a day but im at the beck and call of my main mans. otaku!gojo and nerd!gero lovers dun hurt me.
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