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ౚৠexperienced!sukuna x virgin f!reader [adult boutique au] - ongoing series
â chasing your dreams isn't all it's cracked up to be. your apartment shakes when the train passes and eating a scoop of peanut butter and calling it girl dinner is getting depressing. when you finally manage to land a job at a store that sells sex toys, it's possibly the biggest relief of your life. there's just one issue: you're a virgin. you don't know the first thing about toys and you don't want your cute and flirty white-haired co-worker to know. against your better judgement, you find yourself turning to your other co-worker for lessons and learn the hard way he's just as much of an asshole in bed as he is at work. â
ౚৠcw ; mdni, 18+ only. fwb but you aren't friends. slow burn romance/fast burn smut. sukuna is 23ish, reader is 24/25ish. reader is sexually reserved but confident, nerdy, and a band geek. arrogant!sukuna. mild love triangle with gojo. dom!sukuna. mild corruption. size difference. sex toys & explorations of safety in kinks. smut & piv. virginity loss. see masterlist for full cw.
ౚৠwc ; 9.4k.
ౚৠart ; ackshuallyvalerie
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There comes a point where you have to wonder if you just arenât meant to be applying for jobs. The amount of rejection emails and calls youâve gotten is staggering, and that doesnât even begin to touch on the amount of applications that simply havenât gotten a reply.
âWe regret to inform youâ feels like a personal attack at this point.
Sitting outside this particular store, however, has you questioning if maybe you just arenât cut out for work at all.
Itâs not like you expected a paying gig right out the gate when you moved to the big city to chase your dream of becoming a musician, but you at least figured you would be able to get something that pays in the meantime.
At this point, every rejection is a shot straight to the heart.
You applied to every store you could find with a hiring ad. Both online and in-person, skipping over the occasional store that you felt you werenât cut out for. Now, itâs come to the point where you donât have the luxury to be picky.
Still, the shoe store that wouldnât hire you? At least you have shoes, even if theyâre worn-in Vans and Converse for the most part.
The reception job at the law firm? Itâs not like you have a degree or can cite any, but you know general laws.
This? You sigh as your gaze traces the letters across the failing light box, deep red letters spelling out Adult Boutique.
Itâs not that you have anything against it.
Itâs that youâve never used a sex toy.
Hell, you donât know the first thing about them.
Youâve never even had sex before.
Sighing, you throw your head back against the headrest of your old rusting sedan and take a moment to breathe in the harsh disappointment of chasing your dreams. Your hands settle in your lap as you set aside any reservations you have, snatching your resumĂ© from the passengerâs seat and shutting the door behind you. You walk with as much confidence as you can muster into the shop, but itâs almost humiliating how far out of your wheelhouse you are when youâre met with the interior. For as confident as you are, it drains from you in an instant.
Humiliation is a kink though, right?
âID?â You pause in the doorway before you can get much of a look at the store, staring at a man with piercing blue eyes and white hair. Heâs handsome, maybe a year younger than you, and his friendly smile is horribly infectious.
You stand like a deer in the headlights, your lips caught in an embarrassing âoâ before your mind catches up. ID. Youâre in an age-restricted store. Right.
âShootââ Your hands fly down to your pockets, reaching for the walletâŠ
⊠That you left in the car.
Your jaw hangs ajar at the realization, warmth climbing from the back of your neck to the tips of your ears as the handsome clerkâs startlingly blue eyes pin you in place.
You shut your eyes, biting down on your lower lip. âIâll be right back.â
In the midst of your walk of shame back to your car across the street, every thought reminds you that you could just leave. You could forget this ever happened and simply accept you arenât getting the job. The fact that your wallet is so empty that you left it in your unlocked car in a shady part of town serves as a reminder that, again, you donât exactly have the luxury of being picky.
With a forlorn sigh and a drag of your hands down your face, you put on your best confident smile and make your way back inside. The clerk grins as you hand over your ID, leaning over the counter on forearms that you swear youâre not staring at.
Theyâre just veiny.
And incredibly hot.
âSorry,â you sigh as you pocket your ID again.
âDonât worry about it,â thereâs a small wave of his hand to brush you off, and when you look up to meet his eyes, thereâs a particularly sultry look to his gaze. Itâs enough to warm your cheeks again, and you can only pray he doesnât notice how much youâve been staring. âLooking for anything in particular?â He bears a lopsided tilt to his grin that sets your nerves further alight as your stomach ties in knots under the handsome strangerâs gaze.
Itâs gotta be a bad combination to be clueless on everything around you and thinking about the hot man in front of you rather than the job youâre applying for.
Shaking your head to center yourself, you put on your best smile. âYeah, actually.â The manâs expression changes to intrigue as you hand over your resumĂ©. His eyes skim it, brows raising.
He gives you a once-over, setting the paper down with a more genuine grin. âWe could use the help,â he admits. âThe ownerâll be in tomorrow morning, Iâll have her give you a call.â
Thatâs the most positive response youâve received to an application thus far. Although you find yourself nervously eyeing a bottle of G-Spot Stimulating Gel on the counter that you donât know the first thing about, youâre honestly relieved that things could be looking up. You can handle this job with a bit of research, surely.
âThat would be great,â you offer a smile. âThank you.â
â
So, the good news is that you have a job. The bad news is that you still donât know the first thing about what youâre selling. Admittedly, you probably should have done some research or looked over the product offerings on the storeâs site, but somewhere between preparation for a new job and trying to sleep through the train shaking your apartment every few minutes, you forgot.
The kind woman who interviewed you over the phone and the storeâs ownerâ Jillianâ greets you at the door as you push into the store. Her graying hair is curled tightly at her roots, her eyes wrinkled at the corner and kind. She wears a pale pink wool sweater that compliments her lip gloss, standing at about the same height as you. Sheâs old enough to retire and still gorgeous all-the-same.
âWelcome, dear,â she smiles brilliantly at the sight of you, ushering you towards the front counter with a hand on your shoulder. âI appreciate the help, itâll be nice to step back from the counter and keep my job behind-the-scenes.â
âIâm happy to help,â you reply with a kind grin, keeping up your best customer service attitude. As she leads you behind the counter, your eyes flick to the two tall men standing behind the counter. You recognize the first as the hot white-haired man who accepted your resumĂ©. Cheery, charming, and strikingly handsome with toned muscles visible from under his white t-shirt.
The man beside doesnât bear the same welcoming nature. In fact, theyâre the definition of polar opposites.
Standing a couple of inches taller than the one you recognize, he has black hair that must be dyed, pink roots standing out like a rose among thorns. His ears are pierced in a multitude of ways with matching brow and lip piercings and tattoos that travel up the back of his neck, reaching his jaw. Heâs in far darker and more casual clothes, arms crossed over his broad and built chest with his hip leaned on the counter, and a look of mild disinterest that does no favors for your nerves.
Where the white-haired man bears a friendly smile and a button-up that makes him look ready for a job in a cubicle, his black-haired colleague is very clearly assessing your every move, and looks like he could be on-stage at a dingy bar.
She introduces you to the men, earning a grin from the one you recognize and⊠nothing from the man with black-dyed hair.
âIâll be in every couple of days to do the cash deposit,â she explains. âIâll also drop by to check on the office and put together paperwork, but Satoruââ she points to the white-haired man who casually salutes in greeting, âand Ryomenââ her hand waves towards the frowning man who doesnât react save for a glance at the older woman, âwill train you. Satoru usually does the opening shift and Ryomen does the closing shift. Weâre closed Mondays and Tuesdays, but youâll work the rest of the week.â Youâre grateful for the consistency, if nothing else. âYouâll take the midday Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, youâll be alone for a bit while the boys are in classes, and youâll take the closing shifts on weekends to help Ryomen during busy hours.â
His gaze, a crimson so striking you have half a mind to wonder if theyâre contacts, flicks to you, indiscernible, then back to Jillian.
âYou wonât be alone while you train of course though, the boys and I will cover until youâre comfortable being alone.â She pats you once on the shoulder. âDoes that work for you, dear?â
âNot a problem at all,â you nod. You clasp your hands together politely.
âPerfect!â She claps once in glee, clearly happy to step away from serving customers. You can understand that sentiment. âIâll grab your paperwork.â
Satoruâs gaze follows her as she heads for the back room, then turns cheerily to you. âHey, newbie!â He steps forward from the counter, outstretching his hand. âNice to meet you.â Shaking his hand, you match his grin. âWell, by name anyway.â
You turn your expectations to Ryomen, who doesnât move from the spot heâs standing in. His weight shifts to the other hip, still leaning against the counter when he juts his chin out in less of a greeting and more of an acknowledgement. âHey.â
âNice to meet you, Ryomen.â You give him a little wave.
âSukuna,â he corrects you. His words arenât sharp per se, but they carry a blunt edge. âOnly the old lady can call me Ryomen.â His voice is as gruff as his style and stature, fitting of the brutish impression he gives off. His slightly narrowed eyes give off the notion that heâs evaluating you. Reading you.
With a tight-lipped smile, Satoru scratches at the back of his head. He shoots you an apologetic glance as you uncomfortably gather that this isnât unusual for Sukuna.
âGot it, sorry.â You offer an apologetic smile, which he accepts with a nod.
Satoru steps forward to save you from the interaction, motioning with his head out to the storeâs floor. âWhy donât I show you around?â
You nod gratefully, letting him lead you away from the counter. Sukunaâs gaze is quick to drop to the counter as he leans over a book of some sort, his chin resting atop his hand. You turn your attention back to Satoru as he leads you through the long back area of the store
A colorful assortment of dildos and vibrators line the walls of the first aisle, anything from glass to silicone in different shapes and size varieties. The light in the far corner flickers when you step into the aisle, faux wood creaking under-foot. The store has that sort of old strip mall feel where, although well-maintained, its age is evident in the old fixtures and failing lights.
âSorry about him,â Satoruâs voice is a near-whisper as he shakes his head. His hair falls in front of those striking blue eyes as he leads the way down each aisle. Youâre not sure youâd really call it showing you around, but youâre certainly walking the floor. âHeâs uhhhââ he waves his hand through the air as he searches for the right term. âMoody, or something.â He chuckles. âI donât know, you get used to it. Donât take it personally.â
âHe doesnât seem like a customer service person,â you admit sheepishly, keeping your voice down.
Satoru does no favors keeping his own down as he barks a laugh. âNo, not really, hey? Heâs Jillianâs friendâs son, soââ he shrugs as you mentally connect the dots that landed him this job. âItâs an easy enough gig and honestly business is slow.â
âThatâs a shame,â you offer, mostly for Jillianâs sake, although you donât mind it being slow.
âI said it was slow, not bad,â he grins, eyes narrowing to that sultry gaze he shot you when you dropped off your resumĂ© last week. âWe have a lot of regulars. People who spend a lot. Youâll recognize them in time.â He shoves his hands in his pockets. âItâll be nice to have some company for the end of my shifts,â he adds, tilting his head to eye you. He crosses his arms over his chest, catching your attention as you glance at his muscles just long enough to consider yourself caught. He takes the opportunity and swings with it. âIâm looking forward to getting to know you.â His voice drops a tone, the flirty lilt warming the tips of your ears.
âYeah, itâll be nice to get to know you too.â
Jillian returns with paperwork before Satoru can take the opportunity to flirt any furtherâ but you get the feeling he will. It seems to go hand-in-hand with his personality. Once everything is signed and Satoru has headed off for class, Jillian leaves training in Sukunaâs hands as she retreats to the back to file your paperwork.
Sukunaâs gaze is a slow drag down your form as he evaluates the dark blouse and nice jeans you chose to wear. Admittedly, you now feel a little overdressed given his relative comfort and ripped jeans, but in spite of the judgement clear as day in his eyes, he keeps it to himself. At least, as long as you donât count the frown he bears. You canât really tell if thatâs meant for you or if thatâs his neutral expression.
With a sigh, he shuts whatever book is on the counter behind him and gives you a rundown in short, clipped sentences. âFloor work first, cash after. You worked cash before?â
You nod, though the register looks fairly old here.
He gives a hum of approval. âGood. The floor's pretty self-explanatory. Everything is ordered by brand, then color. Shipments Mondays and Thursdays. Back room for any overstock.â He points over his shoulder to where Jillian disappeared as he lays out instructions like facts. âNo clock system. Just work when you work. Pay is every second Friday. Youâll get a check.â
Again, you nod.
His gaze travels the length of your figure, but it doesnât feel as though heâs checking you out. Itâs an evaluation. And youâre pretty sure youâre failing before youâve had the chance to start. âI donât care what you do when customers arenât around. Study, read, go on your phone. I donât give a shit.â
âOh, okay. Thatâs kinda nice.â
His tone is apathetic as he hums in agreement. âI didnât have time last night and I know Satoruâs lazy ass didnât clean this morning, so Iâll get you to organize the shibari while I put some shit away.â
You nod, slipping away from the counter onto the floor. His gaze tracks you as you very unconfidently thread through the rows in search of shibari. To your horror, nothing is well-labeled, which means there isnât a distinct section with some big flashy sign to point you in the direction of a kink you donât know the name of.
âItâs at the back,â Sukunaâs low voice calls out. Biting down on your lip, you move towards the back of the store, your gaze trailing along the wall. There are a number of bondage devices you canât name, ropes that you assume go with bondage, and chains and whips that all feel bondage-adjacent.
So, more or less, youâre still at a loss.
Really failing that evaluation now.
Behind you, Sukuna is replacing products that were atop the counter at the front, but his movements stop when he fixes you with his narrowed gaze. âThe ropes,â he points them out on the wall with displeasure prickling around the edge of his sandpaper-scraped voice. Now that you look at them, it feels obvious given how out of order they are.
âI know!â Heat flares beneath your skin in all the wrong places. Still, you wonât let him get to you. âI was just looking.â
He doesnât reply, his crimson gaze boring into your expression so hard that youâre pretty sure he can see right through you.
At least you canât fuck up the organization of the ropes.
Quietly sucking in a breath, you turn to the wall, pulling down the plastic-covered rope bundles that are out of place.
âSo,â you turn your gaze over your shoulder. âYouâre in school?â
âMhm.â
âWhat are you taking?â
âBusiness.â
Heâs difficult, too. Great.
Once the ropes are in a more sound order, you spin on your heel to face him. Heâs already turning away, moving to a different area to put away a vibrator.
âCan Iââ
âHere.â He tosses a bottle of lube at you, caught clumsily in unexpecting fingers. âPut that away, too.â
Pressing your lips into a tight line, you nod, more to yourself than him. At least you know what lube is.
You search the store for the spot where it belongs, twisting it on the shelf so the label faces out, then make your way to the counter where Sukunaâs already standing over his book again. Before you have the opportunity to speak, the bell over the door rings as a customer walks through the door. Sheâs around your age, and quickly flashes ID towards Sukuna, who nods.
A regular, you suppose.
The tattooed clerkâs eyes trail to you, jutting his chin out expectantly towards the customer.
Making your way up to the woman with cute blonde hair cut short, you fall into your customer service voice. âCan I help you find anything?â
âHi!â She beams at you, her smile putting your first day nerves at ease. âThank you, but I know where most things are,â she waves you off politely. âI appreciate it, though!â She moves past you towards the back of the store, whirling around suddenly as her gaze shifts between you and Sukuna. âOh, actually, did you get any more of the cherry stimulants in?â
You turn your attention to Sukuna, who fixes you with a lazy unsure expression. âShe can check for you.â He leans his hip on the counter again, arms crossed over his chest as he faces you. âItâll be in the back. They come in a box with a cherry logo on them.â
Worrying your lip between your teeth, you nod as you make your way to the back.
Truthfully, the cramped room is a bit of a relief from the uncomfortable tension Sukuna just seems to naturally exude. Him and Satoru are big personalities in the most opposite way you can possibly imagine, but at least Satoru is willing to chat.
Jillian glances over her shoulder from an old computer at the back of the room. âEverything going well, dear?â
âYeah,â you grin, though truthfully this already feels like a disaster where youâre being scornfully judged by your colleague and accidentally making enemies on day one. With one of the only people you work with. So thatâs great. âThereâs just someone looking for stimulants.â
She shifts in her chair, doing a once-over of the boxes. âNot back here. Thereâs an inventory list on this computer that you can usually use, but I donât want to lose progress on your files. Can you ask Ryomen to check the holds drawer? Satoru might have put some on hold if he knew they were looking.â
âSure, thank you!â
With a grateful smile, you head back to the front and relay the information to Sukuna.
âHolds drawerâs there.â He points to a handle on the lower inside of the counter. Within are a number of boxes and small sachet packs. âMm, there they are.â
Clearly one of the sachet packs is what sheâs looking for. Unfortunately, they all fail to say exactly what they are on the front with bright and bold brands rather than descriptors or even a damn cherry logo, which means you havenât the faintest clue what youâre looking at.
âThe orange one,â Sukuna adds when youâre still paused staring at the drawer. Thereâs an unimpressed lilt to his tone that has you wincing before you pull the sachet pack from the drawer. You do what you can to keep your expression neutral and feign confidence when you stand upright again.
The whole situation is tense and embarrassing. It might at least be tolerable with Satoru, but Sukuna either enjoys your suffering or heâs an asshole.
The unfortunate third possible option is both.
His grimace as you set the pack in his hand isnât lost on you, although you choose to head towards the register in hopes that he can at least teach you how it works and you can get on with this day. He chooses not to say a word to you as the customer finishes looking around, returning to the front with a rose-shaped vibrator.
âOoh, thank you!â She grins as she spots the packet at the register.
Sukuna nods, glancing over his shoulder to make sure youâre paying attention. âJust type the amounts into the register,â he explains, putting both prices from the stickers into the old machine. Once he hits the equals button, the cash drawer pops open as he gets the total and it calculates tax for him. The customer flashes a card, so Sukuna shuts the drawer and types the amount into the machine to his right. âWhile she pays, get the serials on each tag and write them here,â he explains, pulling the number from each barcode and writing them on a pad of paper left of the register. Once her payment is processed, a receipt prints, which he hands to her, keeping the second copy under the till. Finally, he bags the items.
She thanks him, giving you a polite little wave and retreating out the door.
You let out a breath, nodding. âThe register seems easy enough,â you try more friendly commentary in spite of his half-assed teaching, but you suppose by now you shouldnât expect Sukuna to be receptive. He hums, a judgemental flash in his eyes as he pins you in place with a narrowed gaze like he can see something you canât.
He works his jaw in a slow grind of teeth like he wants to say something but thinks better of it, dropping your gaze. âIâve got to study. Thereâs not much else to the job besides that, so keep yourself busy.â
Thankfully the rest of the day passes without much of a hitch and youâre able to leave as evening hits, with Sukuna staying to close the store.
He doesnât give you another word for the remainder of the day. He doesnât expect you to handle customers. He handles the till. He doesnât even look at you as you let him know your shift is over. You arenât sure whether to be grateful or dread the rest of your shifts with him, but thankfully youâre able to spend more time with Satoru tomorrow.
Given that youâre off a couple of hours before close, you use the opportunity to stake out local bars with stages and take note of a small pub tucked away in a little corner. The outside has a sign that doesnât light up in the nightâs cover, but within itâs rather warm, with string lights hung over a stage in the back. While you work on your online presence, itâs the perfect spot to get your stage skills up.
The thick metal of the door is cool on your hand, creaking on its hinge as you press through to the interior warmth. Thereâs a small two-man group on-stage performing low-energy grunge that seem to be garnering decent attention from onlookers and groups you would be willing to bet are regulars based on the way they move around the small scene.
Adjusting your jacket over your shoulder, you make your way to the bar. The bartender looks to be a couple of years senior to you, with short brown hair kept neat aside from a couple of stray strands that fall over his forehead. He has a prominent nose and sunken eyes that give him an overall air of tiredness.
The apron he wears over a clean-cut button-up pulls taut across his chest as he reaches overhead to set a bottle of whiskey along the back wall before turning his attention to you with a polite smile. âWhat can I get for you?â
âOh, um, actually,â you begin with a polite smile, âI was wondering who I need to impress to be up there.â You point to the grunge band at the back as his gaze follows you.
He hums, his calm demeanor shifting from the routine of bartending to something more friendly. âI can give you the ownerâs email. If you fit in with the crowd, heâll work with your schedule.â
Casting another glance at the two men on-stage, you nod, chewing on your lip in an effort to hide your giddy smile. âThatâd be great. So⊠whatâ a little moody, kind of chill? Maybe some minor chords in there?â
The bartender chuckles, picking up a glass like routine simply fills his subconscious. âSounds to me like youâve already got the gig.â
Leaving behind the smell of drowned sorrows and shared laughter, you can hold onto the fact that while your day took a turn for the worst, itâs just a job. Once you leave the building, you donât have to think about it and can focus on music. Sukuna isnât the end of the world and if you can manage to stay out of his hair, surely you can find some sort of common ground with him.
â
Wind whips too fast across the street when you lock your car behind you. Your unzipped coat flails in the wind, leaving you with a flustered expression as the shop door slams shut behind you.
âHey newbie,â Satoru greets you with an amused grin. You flash him a smile as you smooth down your outfit, far more casual than the previous one with jeans and a band shirt. âHow was yesterday?â He asks, wiping down the counter and tossing the wipe in a garbage as he claps his hands together to brush them off.
The chuckle that parts your lips is half-hearted as you drop your laptop bag atop the front counter. âKind of a disaster?â You wince, shaking your head. âIs he seriously always like that?â
Satoru stands upright, running a hand through white locks. âHe gets better when you get to know him, but yeah heâs kind of an asshole,â he laughs brightly, unbothered. âIâm pretty sure he thinks heâs all that and a bag of chips.â
âSure, if the chips are sour,â you mutter.
Satoru snickers, nodding. âWhat happened anyway?â
âI didnât immediately know where everything is without being shown,â you wave a hand through the air, letting it hang there for a moment in disbelief.
Satoru, unphased, grins. âOh, yeah. Sounds like a classic case of not running on Sukunaâs schedule. You should really get on that.â
You throw your head back with a sigh, giving a dismissive wave of your hands. âWhatever, itâs a new day, right? Maybe it wonât be so bad today.â
Satoru teasingly sucks in a breath through his teeth. âSorry newbie, but my sources are telling me todayâs weather is looking cloudy in Sukuna-land.â
Satoruâs unseriousness helps settle a modicum of your nerves as you find yourself laughing at his charm.
âBut hey, youâve got me for a couple of hours first.â He grins, settling the balls of his palms atop the counter as he leans his weight back. One of his sleeves, rolled to the elbow, slides down his forearm to his wrist. âWhat did he go over with you, anyway?â
You laugh loosely. âLike, nothing. He gave me a thirty second run-down of the till and told me I donât need to clock in or out.â
âThatâs gold,â Satoru shakes his head in an effort to get hair from falling into his line of sight. âI thought heâd be nicer to a pretty girl like you.â His face lights up as you avert your eyes, smiling at the scuffed floor underfoot. He keeps the conversation flowing like itâs second nature. âTell you what, Iâll actually try to show you around before he gets here, and you can tell me what brought you to the city.â
Recovering quickly, you fix him with a humbled expression at the callout. âIs it that obvious that Iâm not from here?â
Satoru barks a laugh. âYeah. Youâve got small town energy.â
âSmall town energy? What does that even mean?â You follow him out from behind the counter as he leads the way to the back room first.
âJust vibes,â he shrugs. âItâs good. Cute,â he grins. You get the feeling heâs a bit of a flirt through and through, but truthfully you enjoy the attention.
Plus, heâs hot.
âThanks,â you murmur with a bashful smile, chewing on your lip. âI uhâ I wanted to give my dream a shot before tying myself down in a career I hate.â
His eyes light up as he turns to you with a palm on the door handle for the back room. âOh yeah? Whatâs your dream?â
âSinging. Music,â you admit, feeling just shy enough that you avert your gaze in spite of your giddiness.
âNo way.â Heâs grinning widely now, his hand leaving the door handle as he chooses to lean against it instead, arms crossed tantalizingly over his chest. âI feel like Iâm obligated to be the annoying guy who asks you to sing for me now.â
You laugh heartily. âAt least you know it would make you that guy.â
With a chuckle, he finally turns around to lead the way into the back room. He peppers actual explanations of the jobâs inner workings between personal questions.
After explaining the inventory system on the back computer and how boxes are organized, he leads the way back through the aisles, pointing out different sections as you walk. âSo, do you take gigs between shifts?â
âWhen I can,â you nod. âIâm trying to put together the money to get some studio time soon. I have some self-recorded stuff, but I donât think Iâm much of a producer.â
âWill you at least tell me what genre?â
âUm,â you shrug thoughtfully, âI guess like punk or indie rock?â
âOooh, so youâre a moody guitar girl. I like it, I like it.â He nods his approval with a wide grin. The faintest of dimples forms at the corners of his lips, giving him a charmingly boyish smile.
Your genuine shared laughter sends flutters to the pit of your stomach, warm and welcome, as you finish threading through aisles and head back to the front counter. Satoru pushes up on forearms that flex under his weight as he settles atop the counter. You follow suit on the opposite counter, head tilting as you inquire about him.
âJillian mentioned youâre in school, what are you taking?â
âBusiness,â he replies with a lopsided smile.
âOh, like Sukuna?â
âDamn, you got an answer out of him?â Satoru chuckles. âYeah, heâs a year ahead of me but weâre in the same program. I think he wants to do the whole company startup thing though, Iâm looking to kinda take over for Jillian and eventually buy this place if things work out. Sheâs holding out until I finish.â
Your brow raises as you fix him with an inquisitive look. âYou wanna take over here?â
âDonât sound so shocked,â he chides, gaze lidded with an almost-cocky attitude. âDonât get me wrong, I know it doesnât seem busy even with online orders, but I actually think thereâs a huge untapped market here.â He straightens and you can see the passion and drive gleaming in his eager gaze. âI think the way sex toys are sold both online and in-stores is outdated and makes a lot of people feel uncomfortable and I want to try to do something new to help people feel more comfortable and open in terms of sex.â
You blink, nodding at the insightful way that he goes on to explain the ins and outs of his opinion on the industry and how, although he loves Jillian, he can see a lot of ways to use his knowledge to improve the business and hopes to change the way kinks are viewed.
Itâs not like it hasnât occurred to you just how inexperienced you are, but as you nod along to his passionate explanation, it occurs to you just how experienced he is. He doesnât say it outright, but he talks about the way condoms are made and how bad they can be for some people, how he hopes to bring in products for people who struggle with medication killing their sex drive, and even the intricacies of what products work well and which donât and how he would love to stop stocking them altogether.
It shouldnât come as a shockâ it doesnâtâ after all, heâs hot and flirty, but it certainly gives the butterflies in your stomach an edge that you arenât sure what to make of. Itâs not uncomfortableâ Satoruâs still kind and has a welcoming personalityâ itâs closer to inadequacy. Like you should know more, and not just for job purposes. It doesnât sit well.
But you shouldnât be thinking about your coworker like that anyway, right?
Thankfully, before you can think too hard about the subject, Sukuna walks through the door with a heavy step to his boots.
Maybe âthankfullyâ doesnât suit his arrival, though. His gaze flits briefly between each of you before he heads straight to the back, giving you both a noncommittal wave as you greet him.
When the door shuts behind the brute, Satoru turns to you. He grimaces, faux empathy shining in cerulean seas. âThe weather report was right.â
The day passes so quickly with Satoru even without a single customer entering the store that the rest of the day feels like a slog without him. Or maybe it just feels like a slog because Sukuna makes it clear he wants nothing to do with you. He even stayed in the back until Satoru had to leave in spite of the changes in their regular schedules just to train you.
Heâs not even that unfriendly with Satoru either from what the kinder of the two told you. He tried to reason that your tattooed co-worker simply isnât fond of new people, but youâre pretty sure your inexperience grates on his nerves.
And unfortunately, every little slip up seems to tack on. Your shifts with Satoru are a breeze that leaves you grinning bashfully over your new crush while your shifts with Sukuna have you questioning every life choice youâve ever made.
Your first weekend closing shift with Sukuna, youâre pretty sure you confirm your suspicions that he simply doesnât like you.
The bell rings overhead as a tall man with dark hair walks through the door. You greet him and offer a hand, but his gait is purposeful as he heads into the back after flashing ID. Passing the time by fiddling with a pen as Sukuna stares blankly at the door with a hand lazily strewn over his textbook page, your gaze lifts when the man returns.
âExcuse me. Do you know the difference between thisââ he shows you a bullet vibrator, âand this?â He holds up a hitachi wand next, âaside from size?â
Your jaw hangs open stupidly as you try to formulate a response but find yourself at a loss when size seems like the reasonable answer. Feeling your face flush, you glance sidelong at the business major.
If looks could kill.
The worst part? Itâs not even glare.
Itâs the most unfiltered and raw disappointment youâve ever seen.
He huffs, pushing up from the counter. âThe bullet is discreet but weak. It takes batteries and they usually only last for five hours overall. Itâs still a good amount of use, but they might be watch batteries, which can be a pain.â He shoots you a pointed stare that makes you wonder if you would rather have just embarrassed yourself in front of Satoru in spite of your crush. âThe wand is rechargeable, way stronger, lasts about fifteen hours, and has a lot more vibration modes,â he explains confidently.
The man nods, setting the bullet aside as he brings the wand to the counter. Over the course of the past few days, Sukunaâs taken most of the floor-related duties away from you in spite of the fact that you have tried to do some research and are getting to know the sections and general genres of toys. That question simply didnât come up. Yet for all of the times heâs made a motion for you to take over cash, he doesnât even offer it this time.
You get the feeling this goes beyond his usual irritation.
You can practically feel it radiating off of him in waves of negative energy.
The moment the customer walks out the door, Sukunaâs palm splays across the counter as he turns with frustrating evenness to face you. Somehow his ability to keep his actions level while being visibly affronted is worse than if he would have just yelled.
âDo you think youâre cute for making my job harder or did you just apply for the wrong fucking job?â
Okay. Fuck this guy.
âYou canât be serious right now.â
He lifts his hands in a loose shrug. âDo I look like Iâm kidding?â He replies, dry and even with venomous fangs.
You scoff, but relent nonetheless given that he is close to the storeâs owner and you can not afford to lose this job.
Literally.
You canât call a scoop of peanut butter dinner again.
âLook, Iâm sorry, this is justââ you hesitate, your mind muddled as you search for an explanation. Sighing in exasperation, you throw your hands up, letting them fall to your sides with a plop against your jeans. You settle on the truth before you take too long to reply. âSex toys are new to me.â
His jaw ticks as he leans his hip back against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. Somehow, he makes Satoru look smallâ not thin or short, but smallâ given how much bulkier he is. Heâs hot too, but his personality stands as a bit of a wall between you. His jaw works, eyes narrowed as he takes in your words.
At last, he chuckles. Dry and devoid of any amusement. âWhy the fuck did you apply here if you donât know anything about the shit we sell?â
âBecause I need a job?â You reply incredulously.
He huffs a sigh. âJust my fucking luck.â He turns back to the register, haphazardly tossing the receipt into a small bin under the counter before he grabs the bullet vibrator and heads out onto the floor. âFigure that shit out,â he calls sourly without looking back at you. âWatch porn or buy something, I donât give a shit. Just donât make my job harder.â
Leaning back against the counter where it meets the wall, you let your head fall back in disbelief.
Asshole.
â
You wish you could say your first month passes seamlessly, but Sukuna makes the seams painfully obvious.
With Satoru, theyâre subtle but you still feel them.
They both present separate problems.
Sukuna is an outright asshole and you want to get things right if only to not hear his virulent voice. The silence is somehow better.
Satoru is kind, open, and caring, but leagues ahead of you in experience and you have a massive crush. There arenât enough customers in the morning to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you do find yourself wanting to impress him and against your better judgement, youâre pretty sure youâve given him the impression you know what youâre doing from what little research youâve done and what youâve picked up over the month.
At least youâre trained enough that you get a couple of hours to yourself between Satoruâs departure and Sukunaâs arrival now that their hours arenât extended in order to train you.
âYou gonna be okay on your own?â Satoru asks, shrugging his jacket over his shoulder.
âIâll be fine,â you brush him off with a smile.
He nudges your arm, unknowingly sending goosebumps in a trail up your skin. âGood. Text me if you need something. Or, I dunno. If youâre bored.â
Your heart does a little flip. âYeah. Okay, thanks.â
You watch bashfully as he leaves, offering a little wave. Once heâs out of sight, you lean on your forearms over the counter. With a forlorn sigh, you drop your chin to the vinyl below, staring blankly out the window. Truthfully, itâs nice to have a breather between each man. You need the time to prepare yourself to handle Sukuna.
Your mindâs distraction comes in the form of your phone buzzing a few minutes later.
1:36 PM Satoru || not bored yet? ;)
A distraction to be sure. Whether itâs fortunate or notâ yet to be determined.
The door seems to be opening more and more with him these days and as giddy as that makes you, nerves are beginning to show more and more at the seams. Itâs foolish really, and you know that, but you find yourself constantly coming back to your lack of experience.
1:37 PM You || Give me like 5 more minutes and then I will be
You can practically hear the laugh he barks, having grown fond of his company.
Youâre still casually texting back and forth when Sukunaâs shoulder presses on the door. He moves confidently through the shop, casting a single glance at you before dropping his bag off in the back room.
Heâs still a pain in the ass, but Satoru was right that you do get used to it. Youâre not sure that youâd call that a win, but at least youâve come to some sort of silent agreement with him out of sheer necessity.
He didnât leave you with many options after realizing just how little you know about the industry. When he got in the following day and returned your greeting with a painfully mild âdonât botherâ, you had to figure out some sort of system that would prevent him from interacting with you altogether if it means his attitude is milder.
Thatâs how you landed here. He handles the floor and questions, you handle cash. You can tell he hates the arrangement given that heâs not a chatty guy, but at least you arenât pinned in place by his vile appraisal every time you interact.
Heâs civil.
Civil enough.
Most of the time.
For him, anyway.
Heâs less judgemental, at least, and when you are able to help on the floor, he tends to leave you be more often than not. Itâs like the loosest form of appreciation you can think of.
Youâre pretty sure âtoleratesâ is a fitting word for how he sees you. Like some sort of intrusive insect that sits just out of reach.
When he re-emerges from the back with his coat shrugged off, youâre surprised to see him in a black button-up and slacks, carrying his usual aloof expression as he makes his way to the counter. Admittedly, itâs a good look for him.
Itâs unfair that he gets to be hot and an asshole.
âIs there a reason youâre staring?â
Thank god you donât find him intimidating anymore. Heâs a dick. Even to customers from time to time, but you donât find yourself feeling small under his judgement. Maybe you should, but your ability to quickly bounce back could easily be placed at fault.
Blinking, you avert your gaze. âSorry. Iâm just not used to seeing you so dressed up.â
He examines your expression as though he suspects a lie in your words. âI had a presentation,â he explains, surprisingly open as he offers the explanation willingly.
Holy shit. Itâs the first sunny day in the Sukuna forecast.
âWhat sort of presentation?â
âA marketing pitch.â
âOh, nice.â You nod, trying to keep the peace. âHowâd it go?â
He nods, turning to the counter to open his laptop. âGood. Weâre gonna workshop it a bit, but Iâm hoping to pitch to investors soon.â Thereâs pride within the evenness of his voice that has you tilting your head, intrigued to get something genuine from him.
Leaning in, you push to see how much you can get from him. âLike, a startup idea?â You recall Satoru mentioning something of the sort.
His gaze fixes you from over his shoulder. You get the feeling with him that heâs always trying to read you. âYeah. A platform where people can pitch their businesses to customers within a certain distance without needing social media.â
âOh,â you blink, mildly surprised. âThatâs a really good idea.â
He hums, turning back to his laptop.
âYou donât really strike me as the CEO type, if Iâm being honest.â
âIâm not,â he agrees, surprisingly unbothered by the observation. You consider yourself lucky he doesnât take it as an insult. âIâd be looking for a co-founder to handle the personal, financial, and sales bullshit. Iâd run strategy and go-to-market.â
Admittedly, yeah. That suits him. Heâs sharp and straightforward, he seems like the type to be more inclined to work on strategy and run everything without the constant need for approval and help from others.
âThat sounds more your style. What made you think of the platform idea?â
He doesnât look back as he replies. âJust seemed like something that would make money.â
You recognize that as Sukuna being polite. Heâs shutting you down without a look that makes your skin crawl for once. You suppose itâs as good of a time as any to return to your texts. Your friend from back home has been religiously sending memes during your shifts to get you through the Sukuna days and today is no exception. You laugh at a few of them under your breath.
The day is as uneventful as usual. Sukuna even casts an approving glance in your direction when you correctly answer a customerâs question. Heâs not so bad when he isnât glaring every couple of minutes.
You pray the weather stays sunny in Sukunaland.
Shutting the register as a customer leaves, you turn back inside the store to find Sukuna back to work, hunched over his textbook and regurgitating the information into notes. You opt not to bother him, turning your attention instead to a flickering bulb in the back of the floor. Much like both men have chosen not to mention or fix it, you have too.
Turning your attention back to your phone, you cast a smile at your latest text from Satoru.
5:49 PM Satoru || howâs the pretty newbie handling our favorite co-worker??
5:53 PM You || The weather's looking surprisingly sunny today!!
5:54 PM Satoru || be on the lookout for rain. the weather can change on a dime
5:54 PM You || I can handle a bit of rain
5:55 PM Satoru || iâll bet you can ;)
There your stomach goes doing flips again. Your thumbs fiddle with the edges of your phone case, pulling at the plastic as you stare at the message with that horrible mix of nerves and your stomach tying in knots. You get so caught up in your own self-doubt, you donât realize youâre staring at Sukuna, busy with his own phone.
âWhat?â He gruffs, retaining that hint of annoyance.
âHm?â You blink, brought back to the present. Before you, Sukuna is leaning against the counter, phone in-hand as his jaw shifts left and right. His lip ring noticeably catches like heâs fiddling with it. âOh. Sorry.â With a shake of your head, you stare back down at your screen. Your gaze catches on the winky face. The underlying meaning behind it and his text. The impression youâve probably given off working at a sex toy boutique.
The goddamn butterflies, though. The same ones causing the wave of self-consciousness that you know is foolish. But fuck is it hard not to feel that way when Satoru is undeniably the kind of guy that has people hanging off his shoulder with little to no effort. Your experience shouldnât matter, but society has taught you to think otherwise.
âHey,â you speak up on impulse before your mind can catch up to the move your mouth is already making. You canât be certain whether itâs bravery or stupidity. âYou know a lot about what we sell, right?â
His eyes narrow, minute. Just enough to catch your attention. âYeah. Iâm good at my job.â
The dig at your knowledge has you pressing your lips together. God, heâs frustrating. âAsshole.â His brow raises slightly, like something he once deemed uninteresting or unuseful has caught his attention and heâs appraising the situation to find if youâre deserving of it. âIs there, like⊠a way to improve without watching porn?â You query, worrying your lip between your teeth.
No longer engrossed in his laptop upon noticing your stare, Sukunaâs gaze bores into you. He doesnât particularly make you uneasy now like he did when you first started, but it is sharp in spite of the evenness behind it. âI told you. Buy toys.â
You suppose you could have been a bit more specific. âNo, I know that. A lot of them need a partner, though.â
He waves his hand in disinterest through the air like youâve already answered your own question and heâs done entertaining any more. âFind one, then.â Heâs already looking away as he replies.
You suck in a breath. âIâm from a small town. I just moved here, I donât really know anyone.â
Sukuna just stares at you again like he expects you to figure it out yourself. His arms cross over his chest, his hip leaned against the counter. Itâs not until the air turns stifling, your words hanging a hair too long as you meet his gaze that he cuts the tension with a disbelieving laugh.
âYouâre asking me?â You canât make heads or tails of his expression when it sits somewhere between disbelief and intrigue. Itâs akin to the look you got upon calling him an asshole.
âNo! Orâ maybe? I donât know.â The wince you shoot him is humiliating as you try to navigate the stormy seas youâve set yourself sailing through.
âWhy donât you go ask Satoru?â He queries, pushing a hand back through his black-dyed locks like this question was never meant for him. Still, his tone doesnât give off the impression that heâs irritated by you, so much as something more curious in nature.
Your gaze averts as your jaw hangs open in a frustrating moment of hesitation. Briefly glancing at the texts sitting in your hand is the only tell Sukuna needs, unfortunately able to read you like a book for some god forsaken reason.
âYouâve got to be fucking with me,â he chuckles, airy and amused. He pushes up off the counter, taking a step towards you like heâs laying out a challenge. âYou donât give a shit about the job. Youâre trying to impress that fucker.â He rakes his tongue over his teeth, standing over you like he owns this damn conversation.
You cross your arms over your chest, fixing him with your own judgement. âYou donât have to make a big deal out of it.â
He pushes a condescending breath through his nose, smiling with nothing but mockery. âI donât, but Iâm gonna. You two would hit it off.â
Frowning, you opt to not give him the reaction he wants. Your nails dig into the skin of your arm. âI think I liked you better when you didnât talk as much.â
âMost people do,â he smirks. He steps forward, hands in his pockets as he leans over you. âYou still want me to teach you a thing or two, sweetheart?â His tone drips with condescension now that the person he once saw as little more than a pain in his ass has become something he can toy with.
You roll your eyes. You hadnât expected your quiet co-worker to be this kind of an asshole. Why couldnât he just say no and move on? Where did all the theatrics come from? âWhy are you such a dick?â
âAnswer the question,â he deflects, unbothered and painfully egotistical.
You huff, staring at the lemon-shaped vibrator sitting atop the counter that youâve been contemplating buying for the last hour. âFine. Yeah, I do.â
He blows a breath through his nose, standing upright again once heâs gotten your admission in his hands. âWhatâs in it for me?â The way he stands over you, chin tilted, and eyes narrowed, makes you huff.
You hadnât exactly thought that far ahead. Hell, you didnât expect to even voice your thoughts out loud. You barely even know enough about him to offer him anything. âI took business as a minor,â you suggest. âI could tutor you.â
âNah, Iâm set.â
You shrug, exasperated. Your hands wave uselessly through the air before plopping back down at your sides. âWhat do you want, then?â
He regards you with a thoughtful expression. âIâll train you to close. Doesnât matter what youâre doing, if I ask you to take my shift, you drop whatever youâre doing and take it.â
You shift your jaw to the left, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You expected worse.
âAnd you donât tell Jillian or Satoru you took my shift. I keep the money.â
Ah. Thereâs the âworseâ you expected.
Frowning, you give the nerves in the pit of your stomach a moment to settle over making a deal with the devil. You want to say figuratively but you arenât so sure. âFine.â You extend your hand, but the man shakes his head, frowning.
âRules first, then we shake.â He holds up his pointer. âDonât tell a soul. Not even your friends back home.â Another finger. âNo kissing. No making out. No sex.â He holds up a third finger. âThis isnât a little romantic fantasy thing. This isnât a relationship. Donât call this shit friends with benefits or fuck buddies, either. Weâre not friends. Donât expect anything cute from me. Got that?â
You donât bother holding back a scoff. âI wasnât going to, trust me.â
He smirks, unbothered. âGood.â His hand extends first this time.
For a long moment, you stare. You contemplate your life choices. You debate just ignoring your fears with Satoru and praying you can play the role of having experience. You equally contemplate just telling him you have no experience and that youâre nervous.
But somehow, the way nerves churn your stomach makes the butterflies worse. You want to squash them. You want to impress Satoru.
And you know. You know itâs stupid. You know you shouldnât have to impress him, but the heart and mind donât always connect, do they?
Against your better judgement, you clasp hands with him. You go to do the actual motion of a handshake but he keeps your hand in place. When your gaze raises to meet his in a silent question, heâs scrutinizing every little movement in your features.
His expression doesnât hold the condescension you expect. His gaze is devoid of amusement, fixated on the frown you bear. âYou really sure about this?â
You donât hesitate to nod.
His eyes narrow a sliver. âWell, aren't you full of surprises?â Thereâs that hint of assholery. âOne more rule.â His hand remains unmoving, still clasped with yours as he holds your gaze. âEither of us can shut this down at any time. It still never gets mentioned.â
You nod. âAgreed.â
Finally, he goes through with shaking your hand. âWhen are you looking to start?â
Your nose wrinkles at the way he makes it sound. âDo you have to say it like itâs aâ I donât know, job or something?â
âOh, my bad,â he sneers, his grin too proud. âWhen do you wanna get fucked?â
You shouldnât have asked.
Pulling your hand away from him, you rub your temples. Youâre definitely not about to prod any further, lest he get more vulgar. âIâm free tonââ
âNot tonight,â he interrupts. âI got someone coming over to study.â
Scheduling ahead doesnât sit right with you either. âCan we just decide during shifts? See how weâre feeling?â
âWhatever suits you,â he shrugs. The mild arrogance to his tone is⊠another can of worms to unpack, but as your colleague turns back to his studies, you only have one question for yourself.
What the hell have you gotten yourself into?
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not realizing youâre talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didnât really mind.
thatâs when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldnât connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
âhi,â you said, voice soft and sweet. âyou have the prettiest eyes. like⊠scary pretty.â
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didnât move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
âyeah?â he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
âmhm. my ex had eyes like yours,â you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldnât stop tilting. âhe was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.â
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldnât fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
âwe broke up because i thought he didnât care enough but⊠he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.â you sighed softly. âi think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.â
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
âyouâre drunk,â he murmured.
âsuper drunk,â you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. âbut i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, itâs weird.â
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didnât even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
âyouâre really nice,â you whispered, eyes half closed. âmy ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.â
he didnât answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
âstay?â you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
âyeah,â he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. âiâm not going anywhere.â
murder, your grace?
synopsis: You die completely at random and wake up in the manhwa you were reading⊠as the villainous wife of the Duke of the North, no less. The same woman who spent the last six months giving her husband the cold shoulder, ruining their marriage, and basically speedrunning her own execution. Now you have exactly one job: fix this disaster of a relationship before your husband decides to finish what the original plot started.
pairing: villainess!reader x northern duke!sukuna
mdni | warnings: smut, fem reader, rough sex, size kink & size difference, possessive/jealous behavior, degradation, dirty talk, marking, spanking, creampie, multiple positions
word count: 14.3k
a\n: longest fic iâve written so far. nearly lost my mind, almost scrapped it entirely, questioned every life choice that led me here, but somehow, against all odds⊠itâs done. so glad its over LOL
You died while reading a manhwa.
One moment you were curled up in bed at 3 a.m., a blanket pulled up to your chin, the only light in your dark room coming from your phone screen. Your eyes were glued to the latest chapter of The Dukeâs Black Heart, thumb hovering over the final panel as frustration and reluctant longing twisted in your chest. The illustration was breathtakingly brutal: Duke Ryomen Sukuna standing tall amid swirling snow, pink hair tousled by the wind, crimson eyes empty of mercy, black tattoos stark against his skin as he looked down at the broken body of his wife.
The page loaded one last time. The panel filled your screen. Then your vision blurred, the room spun violently, and everything went black. No pain. No final breath. Just sudden, heavy nothing.
And then you woke up somewhere else.
Cold air rushes into your lungs, sharp and biting. Your eyes flutter open slowly, lashes feeling unusually heavy. Youâre lying in a massive four-poster bed, the canopy above you made of thick crimson velvet that drapes down like heavy curtains. The silk sheets beneath you are cool and slippery against your skin in a way that feels far too expensive, far too unfamiliar. Thick blankets weighted with fur press down on your body, carrying a faint scent of woodsmoke and aged iron. Your limbs feel wrong â too slender, too delicate. When you lift your hands, they are smaller, with smooth palms and perfectly manicured nails that catch the dim morning light filtering through tall, frost-laced windows.
You push yourself up into a sitting position. The silk nightgown slips off one shoulder. A large, ornately framed mirror stands across the room, reflecting the lavish bedchamber: dark wood furniture, heavy tapestries on the walls, a fireplace crackling faintly in the corner. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting cold stone that sends a shiver racing up your spine.
You turn toward the mirror.
The face staring back at you is not your own. It is strikingly beautiful in a refined, aristocratic way that feels both alien and intimidating.
You have transmigrated.
You are now the villainess.
Duke Ryomen Sukunaâs wife of exactly six months.
The realization slams into you like ice water. Memories that donât belong to you flood your mind in vivid, unrelenting flashes. The forced marriage ceremony under the Emperorâs decree. The wedding night where her body had lain stiff and unresponsive beneath his, silent tears tracking down her cheeks as she called him a beast under her breath and swore she would never allow him to touch her again. Six agonizing months of total, deliberate silence: never speaking a single word directly to him, never sharing his table, never sharing his bed. Only curt notes passed through servants, hidden schemes whispered to outsiders, and a cold, hateful distance that grew sharper every day. Sukunaâs contempt had hardened into something lethal.
In the original story, he kills her. Publicly. Brutally. Before the year is out â dragging her into the courtyard and ending her life with the same large, scarred hands youâve fantasized about for months.
And now Iâm her.
Your breath catches sharply in your throat. Panic explodes in your chest, tight and suffocating. Your hands fly up to press against your sternum, feeling the frantic thud of a heart that isnât supposed to be yours. Cold sweat prickles along your hairline and down your back. The room feels smaller, the air thicker. If I donât change this right now, he will kill me. I have to win him over â the man Iâve been completely obsessed with â before he decides Iâm still that same woman who deserves to die.
The heavy wooden door creaks open. Two maids slip inside, heads bowed low, shoulders hunched like theyâre expecting the worst. They carry a tray between them with a pitcher of steaming water, neatly folded linens, and a small bowl of scented oil. Their footsteps are quick but nearly silent on the cold stone floor, as if theyâre trying to disturb you as little as possible.
âMy Lady,â the older maid says quietly, almost whispering as she carefully sets the tray down on the side table. âWeâre here to help you dress. Your usual silks today?â
You swallow and keep your voice soft. âNo, not the silks. Something simpler and warmer, please. Iâm going down to have breakfast with the Duke in the dining hall.â
The younger maidâs eyes go wide. She almost drops the pitcher, water sloshing dangerously over the rim and dripping onto the floor. âBreakfast⊠with His Grace?â she blurts, voice cracking with surprise. âIn the dining hall?â
The older maid quickly elbows her and forces a nervous smile, though her hands are visibly shaking. âAre you sure, My Lady? He always eats alone. He might not⊠like it if you show up.â
You nod, sliding your legs over the side of the bed. The stone floor is icy against your bare feet, sending a shiver up your legs. âIâm sure. Please help me get ready.â You pause, then add gently, âAnd thank you. Both of you.â
The maids go completely still. The younger one stares at you with her mouth slightly open, pitcher forgotten in her hands. The older one blinks rapidly, her hands freezing mid-air above the tray. They exchange a wide-eyed, startled glance, the kind that speaks volumes without a single word. The silence stretches for a long, awkward moment, thick with confusion and unease.
Finally, the older maid clears her throat. âOf course, My Lady. Right away.â
They hesitate for another heartbeat, still stealing uncertain glances at you, before hurrying into motion. Their hands are a little clumsier than usual as they help you out of the nightgown and into a heavy charcoal gown with long sleeves. The soft wool feels warm and comforting against the chill in the air. While they brush out your hair and pin it up in a simple style, they keep darting quick, nervous looks at your reflection in the mirror. The younger maidâs fingers tremble slightly as she works, and the older oneâs breathing is a touch too shallow.
They finish dressing you in tense, heavy silence. Once they step back, you thank them again. They both bow deeply, still visibly unsettled, and you step out into the torch-lit corridor. Servants you pass press themselves flat against the walls, whispering frantically the moment your back is turned. Your heart hammers louder with every step toward the grand dining hall.
The massive double doors swing open with a low creak.
There he is.
Duke Ryomen Sukuna sits alone at the head of the long oak table. Pale morning light filters through the tall windows, casting sharp shadows across his face. Loose strands of pink hair have escaped their tie and fall across his forehead. His dark tunic stretches tight over broad, powerfully muscled shoulders, the collar open just enough to reveal the edges of intricate black tattoos that swirl across his collarbones and down his arms. Crimson eyes are narrowed in concentration as he cuts into a thick slab of meat with slow, deliberate strokes of his knife. Old scars mark the visible skin of his neck and the backs of his large, calloused hands. He radiates raw, quiet danger â the kind that makes the air feel heavier. This is the man youâve spent months fantasizing about, the one whose every appearance in the manhwa made your pulse race.
You walk straight to the chair on his right â the seat that has stayed empty for the entire six months of your marriage â and sit down.
His knife stops mid-cut.
The silence is immediate and suffocating, broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth fire.
Sukunaâs crimson gaze lifts slowly. It locks onto you with raw disbelief and burning disgust. His jaw clenches, the scar along his cheek tightening. For a long moment he simply stares, like heâs trying to decide whether youâre real or some new form of insult.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â His voice is low and rough, laced with irritation.
You swallow hard, hands trembling under the table. You force a small, nervous smile and say softly, âGood morning, husband. I thought it might be nice to have breakfast together for once.â
The words hang in the air.
Sukunaâs expression darkens. He sets the knife down with a sharp clink that echoes through the hall. Slowly he rises to his full height, towering over you â tall, broad-chested, every inch the warlord who has killed without hesitation. The look he gives you is ice-cold.
âYou thought it would be nice?â His voice is low, cold, and dripping with contempt. âSix fucking months you couldnât even be bothered to speak to me⊠and now you suddenly decide to play house?â
He pushes the chair back with a harsh scrape and rises to his full height, towering over you. His large hand clenches so tightly around the back of the chair that the wood groans in protest.
âJust looking at you ruins my appetite.â
Without another word, he turns sharply on his heel. His cloak snaps behind him like a whip as he stalks out of the hall. The heavy doors slam shut with a deafening boom that echoes through the room and makes the silverware rattle on the table.
Youâre left completely alone at the long table, staring at his abandoned plate as the food rapidly cools. Your heart pounds violently in your chest.
This is going to be so much harder than I thought.
But you donât run. You pick up your fork with still-shaking fingers, take a small bite of the now-lukewarm food, and force yourself to swallow. A heavy, determined weight settles in your stomach alongside the food.
The rest of the morning dragged by in a haze of nervous energy. You moved carefully through the castle, speaking softly to the servants, thanking them for small things, and trying not to overwhelm anyone with your sudden change in behavior. Every time someone flinched or stared too long, your stomach twisted. You knew they were waiting for the old you to snap back into place.
By mid-afternoon the light outside had shifted to a softer gold, and the castle felt a little less oppressive. You decided it was time to try something more direct.
You found one of the kitchen maids and asked her to prepare a simple tray â strong black tea, warm bread, and a few slices of roasted meat. These were the things you remembered him enjoying in the manhwa, the small details youâd clung to while reading late at night. Nothing too elaborate. When the tray was ready, you took it yourself, ignoring the wide-eyed, startled looks from the staff as you carried it down the long corridor toward Sukunaâs private study. Your heart beat faster with every step.
Your heart was hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to climb out of your throat. Two guards outside the heavy double doors stared at you in open confusion but didnât stop you. You paused for a second, took a steadying breath, and knocked once.
A gruff âCome inâ came from inside.
You pushed the door open and stepped into the study.
The room was exactly the kind of place youâd pictured him in â tall shelves lined with old books and rolled scrolls, a massive oak desk covered in maps and scattered letters, weapons mounted neatly on one wall. A fire burned low in the hearth, filling the air with the faint smell of smoke and polished leather. Sukuna sat behind the desk, quill in hand, pink hair tied back messily with a few loose strands falling forward. He didnât look up right away, focused on whatever he was writing.
Then his crimson eyes flicked up.
The moment they landed on you holding the tray, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. His expression shifted from irritation to pure suspicion in a heartbeat.
âWhat the hell is this?â he asked, voice low and flat, like he was already tired of whatever game he thought you were playing.
You stepped further inside and carefully set the tray down on the edge of his desk, trying not to let your hands shake too obviously. âI noticed you didnât eat anything at breakfast,â you said quietly. âSo I brought some tea and a few things. Itâs nothing fancy. I just thought⊠maybe youâd be hungry by now.â
Sukuna leaned back in his chair, studying you like you were a problem he couldnât quite solve. The silence stretched out, thick and uncomfortable. He glanced at the tray, then back at your face.
âYou brought me food,â he said slowly, almost like he was testing the words. âYou suddenly show up with tea and bread like weâre⊠what? Friends now?â
He pushed his chair back and stood, circling around the desk with slow, deliberate steps until he was standing right in front of you. He was so tall you had to tilt your head back to look at him. Up close he was even more overwhelming â the heat radiating from his body, the faint scent of leather and steel and something darker, the way his broad shoulders seemed to fill the space between you.
You forced yourself to hold his gaze. âI know Iâve been terrible to you,â you said, voice soft but steady. âI donât expect you to believe me right away. I just⊠I want to try and do better. Thatâs all.â
Sukunaâs jaw tightened. He reached out and picked up one of the slices of bread, turning it over in his large hand as if checking it for poison. Then he dropped it back onto the tray with a quiet scoff.
âYou want to try,â he repeated, the words laced with disbelief and a sharp edge of mockery. âHow convenient. Tell me, wife â what exactly changed overnight? Did someone put you up to this?â
His hand suddenly came up, fingers gripping your chin firmly but not harshly, tilting your face up so you couldnât look away. His touch was warm, rough from years of fighting, and the closeness made your pulse spike.
âOr are you just scared Iâll finally do what everyoneâs been expecting me to do for months?â he asked, voice low and dangerous.
Your breath caught. Being this close to him â feeling the intensity rolling off him in waves â made fear and something far more complicated twist together in your stomach.
âIâm not here to scheme,â you whispered. âI just donât want things to keep being like this.â
Sukuna stared at you for a long, heavy moment. His thumb brushed once over your jaw, almost absentmindedly, before he let go and stepped back.
âGet out,â he said, the words cold but quieter than you expected. âAnd take your pity tray with you.â
He didnât move away any further. He stayed standing there, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you with dark, unreadable eyes â like he was waiting to see whether you would actually leave⊠or do something else.
You didnât argue.
You simply picked up the tray with both hands, gave him a small nod, and left the study without another word. The heavy doors clicked shut behind you. The hallway felt longer than usual as you walked back toward your chambers, the tray growing heavier with every step.
Once inside your room, you set the tray down on a side table and closed the door. Then you sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.
That went badly.
You let out a slow breath, rubbing your hands over your thighs. The memory of Sukunaâs cold stare and dismissive words kept replaying in your head. He hadnât even touched the food. Heâd barely listened.
Of course he didnât. Months of silence doesnât just disappear because I brought him tea.
You leaned back on your hands, looking up at the canopy above the bed. The situation felt heavier now. Fixing this relationship was going to be a lot harder than youâd hoped. He clearly still saw you as the same person who had ignored and schemed against him for half a year. And why wouldnât he?
If you couldnât turn this around, things were only going to get worse. You didnât want to think about how the original story ended, but the possibility lingered in the back of your mind anyway.
You sat there for a while, the afternoon light slowly shifting across the room. Eventually you stood up, walked over to the window, and looked out at the grounds. Your mind kept turning over what to try next. Another small gesture? Giving him more space? Something else entirely?
It was going to take time. A lot of it. And patience you werenât sure you had.
You sighed quietly and moved away from the window, already thinking about what you could do tomorrow.
The next morning arrived quietly.
You woke earlier than usual, the soft grey light filtering through the tall windows pulling you from a restless sleep. For a few minutes you lay there, staring at the velvet canopy above the bed, thinking about yesterday. The rejections still stung, but you refused to give up after just one bad day.
You got up, washed, and chose a simple but elegant deep-grey gown. After eating a light breakfast alone in your room, you decided on a different approach today. No trays, no forcing your way into his meals. Just quiet presence.
You made your way to the castleâs main library â a spacious, peaceful room lined with tall shelves of books and scrolls. You picked a thick volume on regional history from the shelves and settled into a comfortable chair near the window where the light was good. Not too close to his usual spot, but not hiding either.
About an hour later, the door opened.
Sukuna walked in, still wearing his cloak from whatever business heâd been handling outside. He stopped short when he saw you already there, book open in your lap.
For a brief second his expression flickered with surprise before settling back into that familiar guarded look.
âYouâre here too now,â he said, voice flat as he moved toward the large table in the center of the room. He pulled out a chair and sat down, spreading some documents in front of him. âIs there anywhere in this castle thatâs still mine?â
You closed your book slowly and looked up at him.
âI can leave if you want,â you offered calmly. âI just thought it might be nice to read in here. Itâs quiet.â
Sukuna didnât tell you to go. He leaned back in his chair and studied you for a moment, crimson eyes sharp and assessing.
âYouâve been talking quite a bit these past two days,â he said, tone dry. âMore than Iâm used to.â
You gave a small, honest shrug. âI know. Iâm trying to change that.â
He tapped his fingers once against the table, watching you openly now. âTrying,â he echoed, like he was testing the word. âThatâs what you keep saying. But I still donât know why.â
You hesitated, then answered simply, âBecause I donât like how things have been between us. And I think we could be⊠better. If we tried.â
Sukuna let out a short, humorless breath and leaned back further, still studying you.
âBetter,â he repeated. âThatâs a bold claim.â He paused, then added quietly, âDonât get your hopes up. Iâm not interested in pretending.â
But he didnât ask you to leave.
You stayed in the library for another hour, reading in silence while he worked across from you. He didnât speak again, but every so often you caught him glancing in your direction â wary, confused, and just a little unsettled.
It wasnât much.
But it also wasnât outright rejection.
You stayed in the library for another hour, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of paper and the soft crackle of the fire. You kept your eyes mostly on your book, though you were barely absorbing the words. Every now and then you felt Sukunaâs gaze on you â heavy, searching, and still full of suspicion.
Eventually, he set his quill down with a quiet tap. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest as he looked at you directly.
âIf youâre serious about wanting to fix things,â he said, voice low and even, âthen maybe you should start by actually appearing publicly with me.â
You looked up from your book, surprised. He continued before you could respond.
âThereâs a ball tomorrow night at the capital. Iâm expected to attend.â He paused, studying your reaction. âRumors have already reached half the empire that my wife hates me. It would be good to change the public perception a little. At least act like a fucking couple for once.â
The invitation â if it could even be called that â hung in the air. It wasnât warm or romantic. It was a test, plain and simple.
You closed your book slowly and met his eyes. âIâll go with you,â you said without hesitation. âIf thatâs what you want.â
Sukuna watched you for a long moment, as if waiting for you to take it back. When you didnât, something unreadable flickered across his face.
âGood,â he said simply. Then he stood up, gathering some of his documents. âBe ready by evening tomorrow. Donât make me wait.â
He headed toward the door, cloak shifting over his shoulders. Just before he left, he paused and glanced back at you one last time.
âAnd try not to embarrass me,â he added, though his tone was less biting than before. Almost⊠cautious.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet library once again.
You let out a long breath and leaned back in your chair, heart still racing. A public ball. Tomorrow. With Sukuna.
This was a big step â and a dangerous one. Youâd have to be careful. Very careful.
But it was also an opportunity. A chance to stand beside him in front of everyone and start showing that you were different.
You stood up, clutching the book to your chest, a mix of nerves and quiet determination settling in your stomach.
Tomorrow it is.
The next day passed in a quiet blur of nerves and preparation.
You spent most of the afternoon trying not to overthink everything, but as evening approached, the anxiety crept in anyway. When the maids finally arrived to help you get ready, they moved around your room with careful, slightly confused energy â still adjusting to this gentler version of their mistress.
You chose a deep crimson gown made of rich, heavy silk that flowed elegantly to the floor. It had long, fitted sleeves and a modestly elegant neckline that showed just enough collarbone to feel refined rather than daring. The maids helped you into it, lacing the back with steady fingers while you stood in front of the large mirror. The fabric felt cool and luxurious against your skin, the color bringing out a quiet intensity you hadnât expected.
They brushed your hair until it gleamed, working through every tangle with patient strokes. Most of it was pinned up into an elegant style with delicate silver pins, but they left a few soft strands loose to frame your face. One of the maids added a simple but beautiful necklace with a single dark gem that rested just below your collarbone, along with matching earrings. A touch of rose-tinted balm was applied to your lips, and a light dusting of powder to even your complexion.
You stared at your reflection the entire time, heart beating faster. This version of you looked every bit the refined duchess â poised, beautiful, and completely unlike the cold, silent woman the public had come to expect at Sukunaâs side.
âYou look beautiful, My Lady,â the older maid said softly as she stepped back, a hint of genuine surprise in her voice.
âThank you,â you replied quietly, smoothing your hands down the front of the gown. Inside, your stomach was in knots. This would be your first real public appearance with Sukuna. Everyone would be watching. Waiting for the usual tension or outright disdain theyâd grown used to seeing between the Duke and his wife.
A firm knock sounded at the door.
âHeâs ready for you, My Lady,â a servant called from the hallway.
You took one last steadying breath, thanked the maids again, and stepped out.
Sukuna was waiting in the main hall, dressed in formal black with subtle gold embroidery along the collar and cuffs. His pink hair was neatly tied back, and the sight of him in full formal attire made your chest tighten. He looked every bit the powerful duke â tall, imposing, and dangerously handsome.
His crimson eyes swept over you slowly, from head to toe. For a moment his expression was unreadable.
âYouâre actually coming,â he said, voice low. It wasnât quite a question.
âI said I would,â you replied simply.
He gave a short nod, then offered his arm. The gesture felt stiff, like he was still testing whether youâd take it or pull away at the last second.
You slipped your hand through his arm without hesitation. His muscles were tense beneath your fingers, but he didnât pull away.
As you walked together toward the waiting carriage, he spoke again, keeping his voice low enough that only you could hear.
âPeople talk. A lot. If weâre going to do this, at least try to look like you donât hate being next to me.â
You glanced up at him. âI donât hate it.â
Sukuna didnât respond, but his grip on your arm tightened just slightly â not painful, just⊠firmer. Like he was anchoring himself.
The carriage ride to the capital was quiet, the only sounds being the wheels on the road and the occasional shift of fabric. Sukuna sat across from you, watching the passing scenery with a distant expression. Every so often his gaze would drift back to you, as if he still couldnât quite believe you were really there.
When the carriage finally slowed to a stop outside the grand hall, music and warm light spilled out into the night. You could already hear the murmur of voices and feel the weight of the eyes that would soon be on both of you.
Sukuna stepped out first, then offered his hand to help you down. His palm was warm and steady against yours.
âReady?â he asked, voice gruff.
You nodded, slipping your hand back into the crook of his arm.
âThen letâs go act like a fucking couple.â
The grand hall glowed under hundreds of crystal chandeliers, casting warm golden light across marble floors and velvet-draped walls. Music from a full orchestra swelled through the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation, the clink of champagne glasses, and the rustle of silk and satin gowns. The scent of expensive perfumes, fresh flowers, and roasted meats from the banquet tables hung heavy in the room.
The moment you and Sukuna stepped through the tall arched entrance together, the entire atmosphere shifted.
Conversations faltered. Heads turned. A ripple of surprised murmurs spread through the crowd like a wave.
You felt every eye on you. Some were curious, some shocked, many openly calculating. The Duke and Duchess of the North rarely appeared together in public â and when they had in the past, it had always been marked by cold distance and icy silence.
Tonight was different.
Sukunaâs arm was solid beneath your fingers as he guided you forward. His posture was straight and commanding, every inch the powerful Duke Sukuna the empire feared and respected. You stayed close, your hand resting lightly but deliberately on his arm, chin lifted with quiet confidence.
A portly lord with a heavy gold chain and an embroidered waistcoat approached first, bowing deeply.
âYour Grace, Duke Sukuna,â he said smoothly, then turned to you with a slightly wider smile. âAnd Duchess⊠what an unexpected pleasure to see you both together this evening.â
Sukuna gave a curt nod. âMy wife wished to attend. I saw no reason to refuse her.â
The lordâs eyebrows rose, but he recovered quickly. âHow wonderful. The two of you make quite the striking pair tonight. The Duke and Duchess of the North, united at last.â
You offered a polite, gentle smile. âThank you, my lord. Itâs a pleasure to be here.â
Sukunaâs arm tensed slightly under your hand, but he didnât pull away. As the lord moved on, more nobles drifted closer, drawn by the unusual sight. You heard the whispers clearly now.
â...the Duke and Duchess actually look civilâŠâ
âI thought she hated himâŠâ
âLook at them. Sheâs practically standing with himâŠâ
Sukuna kept you close the entire time, one large hand occasionally resting at the small of your back as you moved through the hall. The touch was possessive, almost protective, even if his face remained cool and composed.
Later, when the orchestra struck up a slower, more intimate melody, Sukuna leaned down, his voice low against your ear.
âDance with me.â
It wasnât a question.
You nodded. He led you onto the polished floor, one broad hand settling firmly on your waist while the other held yours. He moved with surprising grace for someone of his size and power â confident, controlled, guiding you effortlessly through the steps. You followed his lead, hyper-aware of every point of contact: the heat of his palm burning through the silk of your gown, the solid wall of his chest so close to yours, the faint scent of leather and smoke that clung to him.
For a few moments the rest of the room seemed to fade.
âYouâre doing better than I expected,â he muttered, voice barely audible over the music. His crimson eyes flicked down to meet yours. âPeople are staring less like theyâre waiting for us to start arguing in the middle of the floor.â
You looked up at him, a small genuine smile tugging at your lips. âI told you I wanted to try.â
His grip on your waist tightened just slightly. His thumb brushed once over the fabric of your gown, almost absentmindedly.
âDonât get comfortable,â he said, though there was less bite in his tone than usual. âThis doesnât mean I trust you yet.â
âI know,â you replied softly. âBut thank you for giving me the chance anyway.â
Sukuna didnât answer. But he also didnât let go of you when the song ended. Instead, he kept his hand on your lower back as he guided you off the floor, staying closer than strictly necessary.
A short while later, a group of older lords approached Sukuna. One of them â a tall man with silver hair and sharp features â gave a respectful bow.
âYour Grace, if we could steal a moment of your time? There are some matters regarding the northern border that require your input.â
Sukunaâs jaw tightened for a brief second. He glanced down at you, then back at the lords.
âFine,â he said curtly. âI wonât be long.â
Before he stepped away, he leaned in close to your ear, voice low. âStay here. Donât wander off.â
You nodded. His hand lingered on your waist for one extra second before he pulled away and followed the group toward a quieter side balcony for their discussion.
Suddenly, you were alone.
You stood near the edge of the dance floor, champagne glass in hand, trying to look more relaxed than you felt. The weight of curious stares hadnât faded. A few noblewomen still whispered behind their fans, and every so often someone would glance your way with open speculation.
A deep, smooth voice spoke from your left.
âDuchess, I donât believe weâve had the pleasure of a proper introduction tonight.â
You turned to find a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and sharp green eyes watching you with a lazy, confident smile. He was dressed in deep emerald and black, a marquessâs insignia pinned neatly to his lapel.
âMarquess Toji Fushiguro,â he introduced himself with a respectful bow of his head. âIâve heard quite a bit about you over the years. Though I must say, seeing you here with the Duke tonight is⊠refreshing.â
His tone was warm and easy, without any obvious scheming edge. You felt yourself relax just a little.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Marquess,â you replied with a small smile. âIâve heard your name mentioned before. You handle the eastern trade routes, donât you?â
Tojiâs smile widened, looking genuinely pleased that you knew. âI do. Though Iâm surprised youâre familiar with such dull matters. Most duchesses prefer to stay far away from trade talk.â
The conversation flowed surprisingly well. He was charming in a straightforward, slightly roguish way â asking light questions about the northern estates, commenting on the music, and even making a dry joke about how stiff most balls tended to be. You found yourself smiling more naturally, the tension in your shoulders easing as you chatted. For the first time that evening, talking to someone felt⊠comfortable.
Toji tilted his head slightly, green eyes glinting with curiosity. âIf I may be bold, Duchess â you seem different tonight than what the rumors suggested. Happier, perhaps?â
You were about to respond when a large, familiar hand suddenly slid around your waist from behind, fingers gripping your hip with clear possessiveness. A warm, solid body pressed against your back, and you didnât need to turn to know who it was.
Sukuna.
His grip tightened, pulling you back against his chest in one smooth motion. The heat of his body seeped through the silk of your gown, and his thumb brushed slowly over your hip bone â a blatant, territorial claim.
Tojiâs easy smile faltered for half a second before he recovered, inclining his head respectfully.
âDuke Sukuna,â he greeted calmly. âI was just keeping your wife company while you were occupied.â
Sukunaâs voice was low and dangerous, rumbling against your back. âI can see that.â His hand stayed firmly on your hip, fingers pressing in just enough to make a point. âThough I donât recall asking anyone to entertain my duchess.â
You felt the tension rolling off him in waves. His other arm came around your other side, almost caging you against him in front of the entire hall.
Toji raised an eyebrow, still perfectly civil. âNo offense meant, Your Grace. It was an honor speaking with the Duchess.â
Sukuna didnât reply immediately. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke loud enough for Toji to hear.
âWeâre leaving this conversation,â he said flatly. Then, louder, âCome, wife.â
Sukuna didnât stop walking until he had guided you into a quieter corner of the grand hall, partially shielded by a tall marble pillar and heavy crimson velvet drapes. The music and chatter of the ball felt distant now, muffled. His hand never left your hip. If anything, his grip tightened, fingers digging possessively into the silk of your gown as though he needed the contact to ground himself.
He turned you to face him with surprising care, then backed you gently but firmly against the cool marble pillar. One large hand stayed locked on your waist while the other came up to brace beside your head, effectively caging you in. His body heat enveloped you instantly â warm, solid, and overwhelming. The faint scent of smoke, leather, and something darker clung to him, making your pulse stutter.
âYou seemed to be enjoying yourself,â he said, voice low and rough, almost a growl. His crimson eyes burned down into yours with unmistakable intensity. âLaughing with him like the two of you were old friends. Did you forget youâre here with me tonight?â
The jealousy in his tone was unmistakable â sharp, dark, and barely leashed.
You kept your voice calm, though your heart was racing. âWe were only talking. He was civil. Nothing more.â
Sukunaâs jaw clenched visibly. His thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles over the curve of your hip through the thin silk, a possessive caress that sent heat rushing across your skin.
âCivil,â he repeated, the word laced with pure disdain. âI saw the way he looked at you. The way he smiled at you.â
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, voice dropping into something dangerously intimate. âAnd here I thought you were trying to mend our relationship. Yet the second I turn my back, youâre chatting and smiling with another man like it means nothing.â
His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against the hard wall of his chest. You could feel the tension coiled in every muscle, the barely restrained frustration rolling off him in waves. One of his fingers slipped just beneath the edge of your gown, brushing bare skin at your hip â a deliberate, claiming touch.
âI donât like sharing whatâs mine,â he growled softly, lips brushing your ear. âEspecially not with bastards like Toji Fushiguro.â
You swallowed hard, breath shallow. âI wasnât trying to make you jealous. I was just being polite while you were busy.â
Sukuna let out a low, dangerous sound in the back of his throat â half a scoff, half a laugh. His free hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his burning crimson gaze.
âPolite,â he murmured, thumb stroking slowly along your jawline. âYouâre lucky I didnât drag you out of here the moment I saw his hand move toward you.â
His eyes dropped to your lips for a long, heavy second. The air between you felt charged, electric, like the tension might snap at any moment. For a heartbeat you thought he might kiss you right there â hard, claiming, in full view of everyone still watching from across the hall.
Instead, he leaned in until his lips ghosted against your ear again.
âNext time someone approaches you while Iâm gone,â he said, voice dark and velvet-rough, âyou tell them you belong to me. Clearly. Because if I have to remind them myself⊠I wonât be nearly as polite.â
His fingers flexed on your hip in one final, possessive squeeze â a silent promise â before he slowly stepped back. His hand remained at the small of your back, heavy and unrelenting.
The music swelled again around you.
Sukunaâs expression smoothed into something cooler and more composed for the public eye, but the heat in his eyes stayed locked on you.
âCome,â he said, voice still low. âWeâre dancing again. And this time, youâre not leaving my side for the rest of the night.â
Sukuna led you back onto the dance floor without another word, his hand firm on your waist, pulling you closer than strictly proper for a public setting. The orchestra had shifted into a slower, more intimate melody â strings and soft piano weaving through the air. Couples swirled around you, but you barely noticed them. All you could focus on was the heat of Sukunaâs body pressed against yours, the way his fingers splayed possessively across your lower back, and the unmistakable tension radiating from him.
He moved with controlled grace, guiding you effortlessly through the steps. Your bodies were flush together, chest to chest, his thigh occasionally brushing yours as you turned. Every point of contact felt electric.
âYouâre quiet now,â he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense. âWhat happened to all that polite conversation you were having with the marquess?â
You tilted your head slightly to meet his gaze. âYou told me not to leave your side. Iâm listening.â
A low sound rumbled in his chest â not quite a laugh. His hand slid lower on your back, fingers pressing in just enough to make your breath hitch.
âGood girl,â he said softly, almost mockingly, though the heat in his eyes was anything but. âKeep listening. I donât want to see you smiling at anyone else like that tonight.â
The jealousy was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. You could feel it in the way he held you â tighter than necessary, almost like he was daring anyone to try approaching you again.
As you turned under his arm and came back into his embrace, he leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
âHe thought he had a chance,â he continued, voice rough. âLike he didnât know exactly who you belong to.â His fingers flexed against your waist. âMaybe I need to make it clearer.â
Your heart hammered against your ribs. Being this close to him â surrounded by the swirl of music and watching eyes â made everything feel heightened. The scent of him, the solid strength of his body, the barely restrained possessiveness in every touch.
âSukunaâŠâ you started softly.
He cut you off by pulling you even closer, until there was almost no space left between you. His breath was warm against your temple.
âYou wanted to mend things,â he reminded you, tone dark. âThen stop giving other men reasons to think they can talk to my wife like that. Smile at me. Stay close to me.â
The song began to slow, but Sukuna didnât release you. He kept you locked in his arms even as other couples started drifting apart. His hand slid up your back, fingers tracing your spine through the silk, a silent claim in front of the entire hall.
When the music finally faded, he didnât let go right away. He stared down at you, crimson eyes heavy with something dangerous and hungry.
âWeâre leaving,â he said abruptly, voice low. âIâve had enough of these people watching us.â
He didnât wait for your agreement. His hand stayed firmly at the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd toward the exit. Nobles parted for him instinctively, eyes wide at the sight of the Duke and Duchess leaving together so early â and so obviously entangled.
The cool night air hit you the moment you stepped outside. Sukuna kept you close as you waited for the carriage, his arm wrapped around your waist like he still wasnât ready to stop touching you.
Once inside the carriage, he sat beside you instead of across from you. The door had barely closed before his hand was back on your thigh, gripping possessively through the fabric of your gown.
The carriage started moving, carrying you both back toward the estate through the dark roads. Sukunaâs hand remained on your thigh the entire ride, heavy and warm â a silent reminder of exactly who you belonged to.
By the time it finally rolled to a stop in front of the castle, the moon hung high in the sky. The journey had been quiet, thick with lingering tension. Sukuna hadnât spoken a word, but his grip on your thigh never loosened.
When the footman opened the door, Sukuna stepped out first and offered you his hand. You took it, letting him help you down onto the stone steps. The cool night air felt refreshing after the stuffy ballroom, but it did little to calm the nerves fluttering in your stomach.
He walked you inside, his hand resting possessively at the small of your back the whole way through the dimly lit halls. Servants bowed and quickly disappeared when they saw you both. The castle felt unusually still.
When you reached the point where the corridors split â one leading to his private wing, the other to yours â Sukuna stopped. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable in the low torchlight.
âYou did well tonight,â he admitted grudgingly, staring at you for a long moment before glancing away. âBut if I see him â or anyone else â near you again like thatâŠâ
He didnât finish the sentence. He didnât need to.
Sukuna gave a short nod, almost like he was dismissing you. âGoodnight.â
He turned to leave, heading toward his own chambers.
You stood there for a second, heart pounding, before the words slipped out â soft, shy, and a little nervous.
âWaitâŠâ
Sukuna paused, looking back at you over his shoulder.
You swallowed, cheeks warming as you forced yourself to speak. âYou know⊠we canât really fix things as a couple if we keep sleeping separately"
The words hung in the air between you. They sounded bolder than you felt.
Sukuna went completely still. For several long seconds he simply stared at you, crimson eyes narrowing slightly as if he couldnât quite believe what heâd just heard. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.
Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth twitched â not quite a smile, but something darker, more dangerous.
âIs that so?â he said, voice low and rough. He took one step back toward you, then another, until he was standing close again. âYouâre asking to sleep in my bed now?â
He tilted his head, studying your face like he was trying to find the trick in your words. His hand came up, fingers lightly brushing your jaw as he looked down at you.
âCareful, wife,â he murmured, thumb tracing your lower lip. âYou keep pushing like this⊠I might start thinking you actually mean it.â
His gaze dropped to your mouth for a long second before returning to your eyes. The tension between you crackled again, even stronger than it had been at the ball.
Sukuna didnât move away. He waited, watching you closely, as if daring you to take it back⊠or push further.
The silence stretched, heavy and charged. His thumb was still resting against your lower lip, warm and rough, while his crimson eyes searched your face for any sign of deception. You could practically feel the suspicion rolling off him in waves.
Finally, he let out a slow breath, almost a scoff.
ââŠFine,â he said, voice low and guarded. âIf thatâs what you want.â
He stepped back slightly, but his hand stayed on your waist, fingers still gripping you with quiet possessiveness. His expression remained cold, cautious, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
âDonât expect this to mean anything,â he added, tone flat. âIâm still not convinced youâve changed. But if youâre so determined to play the part of a real wife⊠then come.â
He turned and started walking down the corridor toward his private wing, keeping his hand on the small of your back to guide you along with him. The touch was firm â not gentle, but not forceful either. It felt like both an invitation and a test.
The halls were quiet at this hour, lit only by flickering torches. Every step echoed softly. Sukuna didnât speak again until you reached the heavy wooden doors to his chambers. He pushed them open without hesitation and stepped inside, holding the door for you.
His rooms were large and unmistakably his â dark wood furniture, a massive bed with black silk sheets, a low fire burning in the hearth, weapons and scrolls neatly arranged on shelves. It smelled faintly of smoke and leather.
Sukuna closed the door behind you with a heavy click. He leaned against it for a moment, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you with that same calculating stare.
âYou wanted this,â he said quietly, almost like he was reminding both of you. âSo here we are.â
He pushed off the door and walked further into the room, loosening the ties on his formal tunic as he went. The movement was casual, but you could feel the tension still radiating from him.
âGet comfortable,â he told you, glancing back at you over his shoulder. His voice was low, almost seductive, but the suspicion never fully left his eyes.
He didnât say anything else. He simply waited, watching to see what you would do now that you were truly alone with him in his space.
You stood there for a moment, suddenly very aware of how large his chambers felt and how small you felt inside them. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting warm light across the dark wood and black silk sheets. The air smelled like him â smoke, leather, and something faintly metallic.
You swallowed and moved toward the side of the room where a large wardrobe stood. One of the maids had already brought a few of your things here earlier, as if the servants had anticipated this. You picked out a simple black silk nightgown and hesitated.
Sukuna had turned away slightly, pulling off his formal tunic and tossing it over the back of a chair. The movement revealed the strong lines of his back and the black tattoos swirling across his skin. He didnât look at you, but you could tell he was still aware of every move you made.
You changed quickly behind the privacy screen in the corner, the silk cool against your skin. When you stepped out, Sukuna was already sitting on the edge of the massive bed, wearing only loose black pants. His pink hair was untied now, falling messily around his face. He looked up when you approached.
For a long second he just stared.
Then he let out a slow breath and patted the space beside him.
âCome here,â he said, voice low.
You walked over and climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under your weight. Sukuna watched you the entire time, suspicion still clear in his crimson eyes even as he pulled the covers back for you.
You slipped under the sheets, lying on your back. The silk felt cool and smooth. Sukuna stayed sitting for another moment, then finally lay down beside you. The bed was large, but he took up so much space that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
He turned onto his side, facing you. One arm rested above his head while the other lay between you, close enough that his fingers almost brushed your arm.
The silence was heavy.
âYouâre really here,â he muttered, almost to himself. His gaze traced your face, still guarded. âIn my bed.â
He reached out slowly and brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but his eyes remained cold and watchful.
âDonât make me regret this,â he said quietly. âIf this is another game⊠I wonât be kind about it.â
Then he shifted closer. Not enough to touch fully, but close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. He didnât pull you into his arms. He simply laid there, watching you like he was waiting for you to prove something â or reveal your true intentions.
The fire crackled softly in the background. The weight of his presence beside you made it hard to relax, but you stayed there, heart beating steadily.
Sukunaâs voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke again.
âSleep, wife. Weâll see how long this little performance of yours lasts.â
He didnât close his eyes right away. He kept watching you in the dim firelight, guarded, suspicious⊠and just a little intrigued.
Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains, pale and hazy, casting long golden stripes across the dark wooden floor. You woke slowly, cocooned in warmth that felt both foreign and strangely comforting. Sukunaâs arm was draped heavily over your waist, his broad chest pressed against your back, one leg loosely tangled with yours beneath the black silk sheets. His breathing was deep and steady, the faint rise and fall of his chest brushing against you with every inhale.
For a long moment you didnât move. This was the first time youâd ever woken up beside him â sharing the same bed, the same space, the same air. Your heart beat a little too fast as the reality settled in. The Duke of the North was holding you in his sleep, even if it was only out of habit or unconscious possession.
Sukuna stirred a few minutes later. His arm tightened around your waist for a brief second, pulling you closer on instinct, before his body went still. You felt the exact moment consciousness returned to him â the subtle shift in his breathing, the way his muscles tensed ever so slightly against your back.
He didnât pull away immediately.
âYouâre still here,â he said quietly, voice low and rough with sleep. There was a hint of genuine surprise beneath the words. âFigured youâd sneak back to your own room before I woke up.â
You turned your head slightly on the pillow to look at him. His crimson eyes were half-lidded, messy pink hair falling across his forehead. Up close like this, without the usual cold mask, he looked almost human â though the sharp suspicion in his gaze reminded you he was anything but.
âI told you I wanted this,â you replied softly.
Sukuna let out a slow breath, almost a huff. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you properly. His hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing slow, absentminded circles over the silk of your nightgown. The touch was light, but you could feel the weight of his attention â guarded, calculating, searching for any crack in your resolve.
He watched you for a long, heavy moment, suspicion still clear in his expression. The silence between you felt intimate and fragile at the same time. His fingers flexed once against your waist before relaxing again.
âDonât get too used to this,â he said eventually, tone flat but not cruel. âOne night doesnât fix anything. One night doesnât make me trust you.â
Then, almost like he couldnât help himself, he added more quietly, âBut⊠you can stay for breakfast if you want.â
Sukuna rolled away and got out of bed, stretching his powerful arms above his head. The morning light traced every line of muscle and the intricate black tattoos that covered his shoulders, chest, and back. He moved with the casual confidence of someone completely at ease in his own space, yet you could still feel the tension humming beneath his skin.
God, heâs even hotter in person⊠no wonder I was obsessed.
He grabbed a fresh tunic but didnât put it on. Instead, he leaned against the wardrobe, watching you in his sheets with that dark, cautious gaze. The fire had burned low, leaving the room quiet and heavy with unspoken tension.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly. âWell?â he asked, voice still rough from sleep. âAre you going to lie there all morning?â
You didnât make him wait long.
You slipped out of bed, the black silk nightgown clinging lightly to your skin as you moved. The morning air in the chamber felt cooler than the warmth of the sheets youâd just left. Sukuna watched you the entire time from where he leaned against the wardrobe, arms crossed over his broad chest, expression unreadable but intense.
âBreakfast will be brought here,â he said simply, voice still rough from sleep. âNo need to go to the main hall today.â
A short while later, servants arrived with silver trays. They moved quickly and quietly, setting the table near the tall windows with practiced care â a pot of strong black tea, warm crusty bread, thick slices of roasted meat, fresh berries, and a small dish of honey. The scent of the food filled the room, warm and savory. They kept their eyes lowered, clearly unsettled by the sight of you in the Dukeâs private chambers wearing only a nightgown and robe, but they left without a single word.
Sukuna sat down first. You took the seat across from him.
The morning light streamed in through the tall windows, casting a soft golden glow across the table and highlighting the sharp angles of his face. It traced the black tattoos visible at the open collar of his tunic and the faint scars on his hands as he picked up his knife. For several long minutes, the only sounds were the quiet clink of silverware and the distant crackle from the hearth.
Finally, Sukuna set his knife down with a quiet click and leaned back in his chair, crimson eyes locking onto you with that familiar guarded intensity.
âSo,â he said, voice low and guarded, âwhat made you change?â
You looked up from your plate, heart skipping a beat. Just died and woke up in the body of the woman youâre supposed to kill. No big deal.
There was no point in holding back anymore.Â
âI like you,â you said simply, meeting his gaze. âIâve liked you for a long time.â
Sukuna stared at you for a long, heavy beat. Then he let out a short, bitter laugh that didnât reach his eyes.
âBullshit.â
The word landed blunt and cold. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, watching you with sharp suspicion.
âYou expect me to believe that? After months of silence, after treating me like I was beneath you, after making sure everyone knew how much you despised this marriage⊠you suddenly like me?â His voice dripped with disbelief. âTry again.â
You didnât look away. Your voice stayed quiet but steady.
âNo, really,â you said. âI do. I like you. Thatâs why Iâm trying so hard.â
Sukunaâs eyes narrowed. He studied your face like he was searching for the lie, the manipulation, the trick. The silence stretched between you, thick and tense. His fingers tapped once against the edge of the table before he leaned back again, the corner of his mouth curving into a slow, dangerous smirk.
âOkay, little liar,â he murmured, voice low and rough. âThen prove it to me.â
You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks.
âProve it to youâŠ?â you repeated softly, the words coming out a little breathless.
Sukunaâs smirk deepened, but his eyes stayed sharp and watchful. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, closing some of the distance between you.
âYes,â he said, voice dropping lower, almost velvet-smooth. âProve it. You say you like me. You say you want to fix this marriage. So show me.â
His gaze drifted slowly down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. The air between you felt heavier now, warmer. He reached across the table and brushed his fingers lightly against the back of your hand, the touch deceptively gentle.
âYouâre in my chambers. In my bed,â he continued, thumb tracing a slow line over your knuckles. âIf youâre actually serious⊠then stop hiding behind pretty words and prove it.â
His touch lingered, possessive but controlled, sending a slow shiver up your arm. He didnât pull away. Instead, he watched your reaction closely, crimson eyes dark with suspicion and something much hotter underneath.
âProve it, wife,â he said again, voice low and seductive. âIâm right here. Show me how much you like me.â
The breakfast table suddenly felt far too small. The tension had shifted â still laced with his suspicion, but now crackling with slow, deliberate heat as he waited for you to make the next move.
Your pulse thundered under his thumb. You could feel the weight of his stare, the way his crimson eyes darkened as they traced your face, your lips, the line of your throat. He wasnât touching you anywhere else, but it still felt like he had you pinned.
You swallowed, heat blooming across your cheeks and down your neck.
ââŠHow?â you asked, voice quieter than you intended. âHow do you want me to prove it?â
Sukunaâs smirk deepened, slow and dangerous. He leaned in a little closer across the table, his thumb still stroking lazy circles over your knuckles.
âThatâs the fun part,â he murmured. âYou figure it out. Youâre the one claiming you like me. So show me what that looks like.â
His free hand moved, reaching across to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was almost gentle, but his fingers lingered at the side of your neck, tracing lightly down the column of your throat before pulling away.
âYou can start by coming here,â he said, voice low and commanding. He pushed his chair back slightly and patted his thigh once. âDonât make me ask twice.â
Your breath caught. Heart racing, you stood up slowly and rounded the table. The moment you were close enough, Sukunaâs hand caught your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap. He settled you sideways across his thighs, one arm wrapping securely around your waist while the other rested on your leg, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh.
Up close like this, you could feel the heat of his body, the solid strength of his chest against your side, the way his breath brushed your temple.
âBetter,â he said, voice rough. His hand slid slowly up your thigh, stopping just below the hem of your nightgown. âNow⊠show me.â
He tilted his head, lips hovering near your jaw.
âKiss me,â he ordered softly. âLike you mean it. Like you actually want your husband.â
His crimson eyes were locked on yours, still guarded, still waiting for the lie to slip through. But beneath the suspicion, there was clear hunger â dark and patient, daring you to close the distance.
Sukunaâs fingers flexed on your thigh, a silent reminder of his patience running thin.
âWell, wife?â he murmured, voice velvet-rough against your skin. âIâm waiting.â
You didnât hesitate any longer.
Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss started soft â tentative on your end, testing. Sukuna stayed still for half a second, as if surprised youâd actually done it.
Then he took control.
His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you harder against his mouth. The kiss deepened instantly, turning hungry and demanding. His tongue swept past your lips, claiming your mouth with a low growl that vibrated against you. He tasted like black tea and heat, and the way he kissed you was nothing short of possessive â like he was trying to erase every other man who had ever looked at you.
You gasped into his mouth. Sukuna used the opening to tilt your head and kiss you deeper, tongue stroking yours with slow, filthy intent. His other hand gripped your thigh tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you more firmly onto his lap until you were straddling him.
âBetter,â he rasped against your lips when he finally pulled back just enough to breathe. His crimson eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. âBut not enough.â
He kissed you again, harder this time. One hand slipped under the hem of your nightgown, palm sliding up your bare thigh, pushing the silk higher and higher until his fingers brushed the edge of your underwear. He didnât go further yet â just teased, stroking the sensitive skin there while his mouth moved to your jaw, then down to your neck.
âYou say you like me,â he growled against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. âThen prove how much.â
He sucked on your skin, hard enough to leave a mark, and you couldnât stop the soft moan that escaped you. Sukunaâs grip on your thigh tightened in response, and you felt him growing hard beneath you, the thick length pressing against your core through his pants.
Your hands moved on instinct, sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. He made a low, approving sound and rocked his hips up once, grinding against you deliberately.
âTouch me,â he ordered, voice rough. âIf youâre serious, then fucking touch me.â
You obeyed, sliding your hands under his tunic, palms running over the hard planes of his stomach and the tattoos that covered his skin. His muscles tensed under your touch. Sukuna rewarded you by biting down on your neck again, then soothing the spot with his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, breathing heavy, eyes burning.
âKeep going,â he said, voice dark and commanding. His hands gripping your ass firmly as he pulled you down harder against his growing erection. âShow me exactly how much you want your husband.â
His hips rolled up deliberately, grinding the thick ridge of his cock against your clit in slow, filthy circles. The friction was maddening, heat building fast between you.
You moaned into his mouth. The sound seemed to snap something in him.
He growled low in his throat and rocked you harder against him. âFuck,â he rasped against your lips, breath hot. âYouâre already so wet for me.â
One large hand slipped further under your nightgown, calloused palm dragging up your bare thigh until his fingers found the soaked fabric of your panties. He groaned at the feeling, pressing two thick fingers against your clothed slit and rubbing firmly, spreading your wetness.
âSo fucking wet,â he muttered, voice dark and rough. âAll this from just sitting on my lap?â
He pushed your panties aside with impatient fingers and dragged two thick digits slowly through your slick folds. The first direct touch made your hips jerk sharply. Pleasure shot through you like lightning â hot, electric, and overwhelming. You were already soaked, embarrassingly wet, and Sukuna could feel it.
He chuckled darkly against your throat, the low vibration sending shivers racing down your spine as he kissed and bit along your neck, marking you with teeth and tongue.
âYouâre dripping down my fingers, wife,â he growled, voice rough and filthy. âThis greedy little cunt is making such a mess already.â
He pushed one thick finger inside you slowly, stretching your tight walls. Your inner muscles clenched hard around the intrusion, hot and silky. The feeling of being filled by him â even just one finger â made your breath hitch. He added a second finger almost immediately, scissoring them lazily while his thumb found your swollen clit and rubbed tight, relentless circles.
The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked pussy filled the quiet morning room â lewd squelching noises that would have made you blush if you werenât already trembling with pleasure. Your arousal coated his hand, dripping down his wrist and onto his lap as he worked you open with practiced, unhurried strokes.
You whimpered, hands fisting tightly in the front of his tunic. Sukunaâs free hand yanked the neckline of your nightgown down roughly, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He leaned in and sucked one sensitive nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking roughly over the peak before his teeth grazed it. The sharp sting mixed with pleasure made your back arch, pushing your chest closer to his hungry mouth.
âSo fucking sensitive,â he murmured against your skin, voice muffled as he switched to the other nipple, sucking harder. âLook at you. Falling apart just from my fingers like a desperate little whore.â
He curled his fingers inside you, stroking that perfect spot with devastating accuracy while his thumb pressed firmer circles on your clit. Your hips rocked desperately against his hand, chasing every thrust, every stroke. The wet sounds grew louder, filthier, echoing obscenely in the quiet chamber.
Sukuna pulled back just enough to watch your face, his crimson eyes dark with lust and that ever-present edge of suspicion.
âCum for me,â he ordered, voice low and rough. âLet me feel how much this supposed âliking meâ makes this tight little pussy squeeze around my fingers.â
His fingers curled harder, stroking that sensitive spot relentlessly while his thumb worked your clit faster. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, burning hotter with every thrust, every filthy word.
It snapped.
You came hard with a broken moan, walls clenching violently around his thick fingers. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as slick gushed over his hand, soaking his palm and dripping down his wrist. Pleasure crashed through you in waves, leaving you gasping and trembling.
Sukuna groaned deeply at the feeling, still pumping his fingers slowly through your spasms, drawing out every last pulse until you were shaking and oversensitive, whimpering softly.
He finally pulled his fingers free, glistening with your release. Without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, tongue dragging slowly and deliberately over his skin, savoring your taste.
âSweet,â he murmured, voice husky and dark. His eyes never left yours.
He lifted you effortlessly and stood, carrying you toward the massive bed. He laid you down on the black silk sheets, hovering over you with that same dark, hungry look.
âTake the nightgown off,â he commanded, already pulling his own tunic over his head, revealing the full expanse of his tattooed, muscled torso. âI want to see all of you.â
His hands moved to his pants, loosening them as he watched you, eyes burning with lust and that ever-present edge of suspicion.
âProve how much you actually want me, wife.â
You sat up on the bed, heart hammering against your ribs. Under his burning gaze, you reached for the hem of your nightgown and pulled it up and over your head, letting the silk fall to the floor. The cool air of the chamber brushed over your bare skin, making your nipples tighten instantly.
Sukunaâs eyes raked slowly over your naked body â from your flushed face, down the curve of your breasts, your stomach, and the glistening wetness already coating your inner thighs. He let out a low, rough sound deep in his chest, almost a growl.
âFuck⊠look at you,â he muttered, voice thick. âSo small. So fucking pretty.â
He shoved his pants the rest of the way down his hips and kicked them aside. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, the veined shaft curving slightly upward. It was meaty â obscenely so â the girth making your mouth go dry. The flushed head was already leaking, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Even fully hard, it looked almost too big, too heavy, the weight of it making it hang thick and full between his powerful thighs.
You couldnât help the soft, shaky breath that escaped you.
Sukuna noticed. His smirk was dark and satisfied as he crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping deeply under his much larger frame. He settled between your spread thighs, his broad shoulders forcing your legs wider apart. The size difference hit you all over again â he was so much bigger than you, his body completely eclipsing yours as he hovered above you.
He gripped his thick cock in one large hand and dragged the heavy head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness. The blunt, meaty tip nudged against your entrance, pressing just enough to tease the stretch.
âYouâre tiny compared to me,â he rasped, voice low and rough. âGonna feel every inch when I split you open.â
He pushed forward slowly.
The thick head of his cock breached you, stretching your entrance with a slow, burning pressure. You gasped sharply at the sheer girth â he was so thick that your walls had to part around him, fluttering and clenching as he sank deeper. The heavy, meaty weight of his cock filled you inch by inch, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you until you were full, so full, your back arching off the bed with a broken moan.
Sukuna groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. His balls rested heavy and warm against you.
âShit,â he breathed against your neck, voice strained. âSo fucking tight⊠this little pussy is sucking me in like it was made for me.â
He stayed buried deep for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming stretch, the way his thick cock throbbed inside you, hot and heavy. Then he started moving â slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his meaty length along your walls with every thrust. The wet, obscene sound of him sliding in and out of your soaked cunt filled the room, slick and filthy.
You whimpered, nails digging into his broad shoulders. âSukuna⊠youâre so bigââ
He growled at your words, hips snapping harder, driving his thick cock deeper. The drag was exquisite, every vein and ridge rubbing against your most sensitive spots. His size made you feel impossibly full, stretched wide around his girth, the pressure bordering on too much but so, so good.
âTake it,â he rasped, voice dark and possessive. âTake every fucking inch like the good little wife youâre trying to be.â
He leaned down and captured your mouth in a messy, hungry kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with his deep thrusts. His heavy balls slapped against you with every powerful stroke, the wet sounds growing louder as your arousal dripped down his shaft and soaked the sheets beneath you.
You moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, heels digging into his back. The size difference made everything more intense â his broad chest crushing your breasts, his muscular thighs spreading you wide, his massive frame completely dominating yours as he fucked you into the mattress.
Sukuna pulled back just enough to look at you, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust and that lingering edge of suspicion.
âTell me again,â he growled, hips grinding deep, the thick head of his cock pressing against that perfect spot inside you. âTell me how much you like your husbandâs cock while Iâm ruining this tight little pussy.â
You could barely think through the overwhelming fullness. His cock was so thick it felt like he was splitting you open with every slow, deliberate thrust. The heavy drag of his veined shaft against your walls made your toes curl, pleasure bordering on too much.
âI like it,â you gasped, voice breaking on a moan as he rolled his hips again, grinding the fat head against your g-spot. âI like your cock so muchâ fuck, Sukuna, youâre so deepâŠâ
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. He hooked one of your legs over his arm, spreading you wider, and drove into you harder. The new angle made his thick cock hit even deeper, the heavy weight of his balls slapping wetly against your ass with every powerful thrust. Your juices coated his shaft, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you, the lewd squelching sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
âSo fucking tight,â he groaned, voice rough and strained. âThis greedy little cunt is sucking me in like it doesnât want to let go.â
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, dominating kiss. His tongue fucked into your mouth in time with his cock, deep and filthy, while his hips snapped forward harder. The sheer size difference made everything more intense â his broad, muscled body completely covering yours, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as he fucked you with long, punishing strokes.
You whimpered into his mouth, nails raking down his back, leaving red lines across his tattooed skin. Sukuna hissed at the sting and rewarded you by pounding into you even harder, the thick head of his cock bullying that sensitive spot inside you over and over.
âAgain,â he demanded against your lips, breath hot and ragged. âTell me who this pussy belongs to.â
âYou,â you moaned, legs shaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through you. âIt belongs to youâ only youââ
âGood girl.â
He sat back on his heels, pulling your hips up with him so your lower back was off the bed. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his thick cock stretching you wide with every brutal thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit again, rubbing tight, firm circles while he fucked you senseless.
The wet slap of skin against skin mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts. Your breasts bounced with every powerful snap of his hips, nipples tight and aching. Sukunaâs gaze was locked between your legs, watching hungrily as his thick cock disappeared into your soaked pussy again and again, stretching you obscenely around his girth.
âLook at that,â he growled, voice dark. âTaking every inch like you were made for me. So fucking pretty when youâre stuffed full of my cock.â
The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, burning hotter with every deep thrust, every swipe of his thumb on your clit. Your thighs trembled violently in his grip.
âSukunaâ Iâm gonnaâ!â
âCum,â he ordered, hips slamming into you harder. âCum on your husbandâs cock like the desperate little wife you are.â
It hit you like a wave. You came hard with a broken cry, walls clenching violently around his thick length, pulsing and fluttering as slick gushed around him. Your whole body shook, back arching sharply as pleasure tore through you.
Sukuna groaned deeply at the feeling, hips stuttering. âFuckâ thatâs it. Milk my cock.â
He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you were whimpering and oversensitive. Then, with a low, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep inside you. He kept grinding his hips in slow circles, pushing his release even deeper as he emptied himself completely.
âWeâre not done,â he said quietly, a dangerous promise in his tone. âNot even close.â
Sukuna pulled out of you with a wet, filthy sound, your combined release dripping down your thighs. Before you could catch your breath, he flipped you onto your back and manhandled you like you weighed nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled you into his lap facing away from him, and hooked his powerful arms under your knees, folding you in a full nelson.
Your back pressed flush against his broad, tattooed chest. Your legs were spread obscenely wide, knees pushed up toward your shoulders by his strong arms. The position left you completely helpless â folded in half, pussy exposed and dripping, his thick cock sliding hot and heavy between your slick folds.
âFuck, look at you,â he growled right against your ear, voice feral. âSo small and folded up for me. Perfect little fucktoy.â
He thrust up hard, burying his massive cock back inside you in one brutal stroke. The new angle made him feel even thicker, even deeper. You cried out, the sound raw and broken as his meaty length stretched you wide open again, the fat head bullying against your cervix with every thrust.
Sukuna went feral.
He fucked you like an animal â hard, fast, and relentless. His hips snapped up with powerful force, slamming his thick cock into your soaked pussy over and over. The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with the lewd squelching of your dripping cunt taking every inch. His heavy balls slapped against your ass with every brutal thrust, the impact jolting through your body.
You were cockdrunk almost immediately.
Your mind went hazy, eyes rolling back as pleasure overloaded your senses. All you could do was moan helplessly, body limp in his hold as he used you. His thick cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, the sheer girth stretching you so wide it bordered on pain, but the pleasure was so intense you couldnât think straight.
âS-Sukunaâ ahhâ too deepââ you slurred, voice broken and whiny.
He only fucked you harder, arms locked tight under your knees, keeping you folded and helpless as he pounded into you. His chest was slick with sweat against your back, his hot breath panting against your ear.
âTake it,â he snarled, voice feral and animalistic. âTake every fucking inch. This is what you wanted, isnât it? My cock ruining this tight little pussy.â
You could only moan incoherently, head lolling back against his shoulder. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth as he fucked you senseless, his thick cock bullying your insides with every savage thrust. The wet sounds were filthy â your juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls, soaking the sheets beneath you.
Sukuna suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up so your ass was high in the air. He slammed back into you in one brutal thrust, fucking you in deep, punishing doggy style.
âFuckâ yes,â he groaned, voice wrecked. One large hand came down hard on your ass with a loud smack, the sting blooming hot across your skin. He did it again, harder, the sharp crack echoing as he pounded into you from behind.
Your face was pressed into the sheets, ass up, completely at his mercy as he railed you. His thick cock drove so deep you felt it in your stomach, the heavy drag of his veined shaft making your eyes roll back. He smacked your ass again, gripping the soft flesh hard as he used you.
âYouâre mine,â he growled, hips snapping forward relentlessly. âThis pussy is mine. Say it.â
You could barely speak, mind blank and cockdrunk, but you whimpered obediently between moans, âYours⊠itâs yoursââ
Sukuna snarled in satisfaction and fucked you even harder, the bed creaking violently under the force of his thrusts. His heavy balls slapped against your clit with every brutal stroke, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again.
He was relentless now â grunting low and animalistic, cursing under his breath as his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. He claimed you with deep, punishing strokes, each one driving his thick cock so deep you felt it in your stomach.
âFuckâ this pussy is sucking me in so greedily,â he growled, voice wrecked and animalistic. One hand left your hip and came down hard on your ass again with a loud smack, the sharp sting blooming hot across your skin. He did it again, harder, gripping the soft, reddened flesh and spreading you wider as he railed you.
Your mind was completely melted. All you could do was moan and whimper into the sheets, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as he pounded into you. His thick, meaty cock stretched you so wide it felt like he was reshaping you from the inside. Every deep, punishing thrust made the fat head kiss your cervix, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure-pain shooting through your body.
âS-Sukunaâ too muchâ ahhâ!â you slurred, voice broken and whiny, barely coherent anymore.
He laughed darkly, low and breathless, and smacked your ass once more before gripping both cheeks and spreading you obscenely. He watched hungrily as his thick cock disappeared into your soaked, fluttering pussy again and again, your juices coating his shaft and dripping down his heavy balls.
âLook at this greedy little hole,â he rasped, hips snapping forward brutally. âTaking my fat cock so well. Youâre dripping everywhere, wife. Making such a fucking mess on my sheets.â
He leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place while the other braced beside your head. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his heavy cock bullying that perfect spot inside you with every savage thrust. The wet, filthy plap plap plap of his hips slamming into your ass filled the room, mixed with your broken moans and his guttural grunts.
You were shaking, thighs trembling violently, another orgasm building fast. Your mind was blank â nothing but the overwhelming stretch, the heat, the relentless drag of his thick veined cock inside you.
Sukunaâs breath was hot against your ear. âYouâre mine,â he growled, teeth grazing your shoulder. âThis tight little cunt is mine. Say it while you cum on my cock again.â
You could barely form words, but you whimpered obediently between moans, voice slurred and cockdrunk. âYoursâ itâs yoursâ Sukunaâ pleaseâ!â
He fucked you harder, hips pistoning relentlessly, the heavy slap of his balls against your clit pushing you over the edge. You came with a shattered cry, walls clamping down around his thick length like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as another intense orgasm ripped through you. Slick gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath you.
Sukuna groaned loudly, the sound raw and feral. âGood fucking girlââ
He didnât stop. He fucked you through your orgasm with deep, stuttering thrusts, hips snapping erratically as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful drive, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside you, pulse after heavy pulse filling you until you felt impossibly full, the warmth spreading through your core. He kept grinding slowly, rolling his hips in lazy circles to push every drop deeper, making sure you took all of him.
You could feel it leaking out around his thick cock â warm, sticky, and messy â dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you.
Sukuna stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, his massive body pressing you firmly into the mattress. His chest heaved against your back, hot, ragged breaths fanning across the side of your neck. The scent of sweat, sex, and his skin filled the air with every shaky inhale. One of his hands stroked slowly up and down your side, almost possessively, while the other stayed gripping your hip, fingers digging in like he still wasnât ready to let go.
ââŠNot bad,â he muttered, voice hoarse and low against your ear. âFor a little liar.â
He finally pulled out slowly, inch by thick inch. A heavy trickle of his cum immediately leaked from your abused, fluttering pussy, warm and obscene as it ran down your inner thighs. Sukuna let out a low, satisfied hum at the sight before he rolled you onto your back and collapsed beside you.
Without a word, he pulled you against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around you possessively. His skin was hot and slightly damp with sweat, his heartbeat still racing steadily under your cheek as he held you close.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as he caught his breath.
But he didnât let go.
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NOT SO SECRET ADMIRER â T.F.
[ SUM ] â college soccer coach toji has a secret admirer. but how secret is it when most of the highlights in the school paper are photos of him, instead of the players scoring goals?
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[ A/N ] â inspired by coach!toji from my fratkuna series. I was gooning too much whenever Iâd mention him soooo
photo-journalism can mean many things. at its core though is documentation and being present. itâs about recording what happens so it doesnât vanish into the noise of the world. and thatâs what youâve been doing since you started uni.
working for the school newspaper means covering everything that matters to the university. big events, games, and when you attend a school with a division 1 soccer team, thatâs ranked the top of the country, it means your weekends are spent on the sidelines of the pitch. floodlights humming overhead, cleats tearing into the turf, and the air sharp with anticipation.
everyoneâs eyes are on the match, on the players, the scoreline, and the inevitable victory. everyoneâs, except yours.
your lens has a habit of drifting. and it always finds him on the sidelines, the head coach.
standing just outside the white chalk lines. shaggy raven hair that never looks styled, stubble he clearly forgotâor chose notâto shave that morning. his infamous scar pulling at his lips as he shouts. he wears the same black team jacket unzipped, sleeves rolled up his thick forearms. when he folds his arms or gestures sharply toward the field, you always catch his muscles shifting beneath the fabric, veins flexing making it so impossible to ignore.
itâs just a photographerâs eye for striking subjects. for sureâŠ.
he beautifully contrasts against the chaos of the gameâŠeven if heâs shouting, or breaking his clipboardâŠ. still, you capture him mid-shout, mid-thought, jaw clenched as heâs holding the entire team together.
and then later, when the photos run, and his photos dominate the highlights more than the actual goal, well, you pretend not to notice how often your name sits beneath them in a small, neat printed font.
he doesnât know you. youâre just another person with a camera on the sidelines. youâre just another face in a sea of professional press badges, not just one of the universities many photographers. but you know him. you know the way his brows pinch when one of his players gets injured, the way his mouth twitches when his team scores, and the way he exhales with relief when the game ends.
and you keep clicking the shutter buttonâ
âagain?!â the head editor exclaims. âyou didnât get the goal?â
âI did!â you huff, glaring at the senior grad student who basically runs the entire school newspaper.
ânot the first one, the final goal! the one scored by the universities ace! sukunaââ
âgod forbid i missed a shot, I basically got everything else, plus Iâm not the only one taking photos on the pitch. donât you have other photographers?â you tsk, arms crossed.
he glares at you behind his desk, clicking through the photos youâd uploaded. âyou got every single expression of the damn coach,â he mutters under his breath, clicking through one of toji shouting, then another of him spitting on the grass, then another of him scratching his jawâ
you nibble on your cheek, slouching slightly in the seat.
âyou hate when we use someone elseâs photos,â he adds, licking his teeth as he finally gets to your photos of the actual players. and they were spectacular. the action shots were perfect, you can see the sweat dribbling down their foreheads.
âbecause itâs my job,â you mutter, glancing at your editor who frowns when the photos return back to the head coach.
âunbelievable,â he mumbles, exhaling slowly as he sits back in his seat. âyouâre killing me.â
your heel kicks the floor. this wasnât a first. this happens almost every time. your lens just happens to drift away from the ball and fall on the head coach.
even with fans shouting in the stands, and the other cameras flashing in the other direction. your camera canât help but find coach toji in the chaos. he was just as important as the team. heâs acting like toji isnât mentioned a million times in the articles! god forbid you want him getting his flowers. but your editor wasnât very appreciative of your sympathies.
âweâre going with these three, and taking one from the other photographers for the final goal you didnât get,â he sighs, showing you your three photos, one of the team celebrating, another of satoru gojo sprinting across the field with the ball, and of course, the final â and in your opinion the best â of head coach toji standing with his muscular arms crossed at the start of the second half.
your editor rolls his eyes turning his screen back to him. âif you bring another folder and itâs seventy percent of this damn coach, Iâll drop you and pull noah up.â
the threat has you lowering your head and muttering a hesitate okay, because at the end of the day, you were the only photographer that worked full time for the paper, and you go to every single match. the rest are focused on other stories, or working their way to become editors.
while you liked photo-journalism more. it helped, that on weekends, you got someone to admire. and your editor was not the only one thatâs noticed.
âwhat the hell, youâve got to be kidding me,â geto huffs, snatching the paper from gojo as he sits on the pitch. âwhy am I never in these damn fucking articles??â he huffs with anger
âscore more goals,â gojo sticks his tongue out, just to get kicked harshly by his friend.
âI fucking scored this game,â geto snaps, grumbling even more as he flips through the paper, seeing the team celebrating.
sukuna chugs his water behind them, âmy picture sucks ass,â he grumbles, spitting the water right beside their goalie making him jerk back in annoyance. âyou didnât score, but I get the shit picture?â he snaps lowly at gojo.
geto frowns, âI scored, and at least you get a picture.â
gojo chuckles, pointing at the next photo, making the entire team roll their eyes simultaneously.
âsome things never change,â one teammate, yuno, mutters. his hands are on his hips as him and the rest of the team glare at the immaculate, pristine, jaw-dropping photo captured of their strict, grumpy, nicotine addicted head coach, toji.
sukuna snarls as geto looks like heâs going to fucking tear out his luscious black hair. âfucking unbelievable.â
gojo snorts even louder, snatching the paper just to wave it from his place on the ground towards toji, whoâd just gotten off the phone. âcoach! youâre mogging the cameras again!â
tojiâs brows pinch until he notices the photo. and itâs always the same reaction from the head coach. his eyes scan over the photo, then they fall down to the same printed name underneath. ânot bad,â he casually says, handing back the newspaper like itâs nothing.
but the entire team is seething, with the exception of gojo laughing his ass off.
âI finally figured out who your secret admirer is,â gojo announces, âitâs definitely the cutie with the charm on her camera and stickers on her flashlight.â
geto raises a brow âhow dâya know that?â the rest of the team immediately huddle in.
gojo clears his throat.
âfor the last few games Iâve been purposely fixing my shoes or drinking water on the sidelines where theyâre all huddled up. obviously I ruled out all the old farts, then I narrowed it down to the ladies. then i crossed out the outside press, but itâs hard since I canât see all their press badgesâbut then i noticed,â gojo holds up the newspaper, slapping his index finger on your name beneath the photo. the entire team have basically memorized your full name by now. âshe was the only one still photographing the field, BUT it was pointed at coach,â gojo points to toji.
âAND,â gojo continues, âshe had this cute little charm on her camera, and this sticker. and itâs definitely your secret admirer,â gojo confidently smiles.
however, geto scratches his jaw, glancing at gojo then the newspaper. âso which one was her instagram?â
oh right, gojo rubs his neck in disappointment.
your name under a majority of the gameâs photos started catching the teams attention a couple months ago. your credentials at the bottom of the article was always signed with your first and last name. however, when the team caught on to your not-so secret admiration for their coach, and neglect of the rest of team, they tried stalking you.
yet, they couldnât find a single social media handle. not your instagram, twitter, tiktok â even your linkedIn was just the default linkedIn pfp. and the school paper website didnât have a photo for you. either way, the team was on a mission.
âI donât think her socials are even under her name,â gojo admits, making the team groan.
toji, silently watching the ordeal transpire, claps his hands, breaking the gossip. âenough, continue your drills unless ya wanna stay till sunset!â
once the team finally finishes practice and began packing their gear. neither one of them notices the students enjoying the nice weather on campus, or the girl that take a detours to walk past the field.
your eyes easily fall on your perfect subject. his hand cracks his neck as he stifles a yawn, kicking the soccer ball towards one of the players as they kick it up, tucking it under their arm.
it was a routineâŠ.one that you found yourself subconsciously doing on practice days. you would follow the path down from the quad, until you reach the second soccer field on campus, mainly used for practice and training.
your bag hangs off your shoulder along with your camera â the lens was downsized to your fixed 24mm and the flash wasnât on â thatâs usually how your camera is when you arenât at events, or games.
it isnât uncommon to watch the schools infamous soccer team practice. especially when half of them are also part of a fraternity. hell, on the other side of the field were a few girls fawning over the sweaty players.
in other words, you donât stand out. and youâre unbothered by the hot players that glance your way as they pack their bags. well, until a certain white haired player is squinting across the field, before muttering a quiet âno wayâŠâ
geto gives his friend a look, lifting his duffle over his shoulder as sukuna wipes his face with the hem of his jersey, âwhat?â he grumbles.
gojoâs bag hit the grass. he locks eyes with you. then he does the worst thing imaginable. he shouts your name.
the entire team snap their necks in your direction. gojo suddenly leads the pack of six foot whatever college men across the field â their bags drop, cleats half untied, some bare foot. but all on one mission.
you.
the color immediately drains from your face. your body freezes like a deer in headlights. and when the entire team of sweaty, built, hot men crowd the waist-high fence that separate them from you. youâre ultimately stuck.
âyouâre-youâreââ slightly out of breath and pumped full of adrenaline, gojo heaves out your name. not just a first name, noâyour full government name. âright!?â
you eyes lazily drag between the men, fixing the strap of your bag, your camera clinking against the side, drawing every manâs attention to the little charm gojo had just described less than an hour ago.
âyeah,â you manage to exhale, shifting your balance. âdid you need something?â
âyeah,â the low voice of the hot headed team captain interrupts. he hadnât ran with rest of the players, instead he walked up, casual and full of loud confidence. finally making his way across the field, energy drink in hand, glaring right through you as he continues. âwhy the fuck was my picture the only one not taken by you? it looks like shit.â
you exhale, about to answer when another one cuts in.
âwhy havenât you taken one of me? the game last month was my debut and you didnât get me going on the pitchââ
âI liked that shot you got of me whenââ
âcan you get my good side next timeââ
âwhy did youââ
âcan youââ
âyou didnât get my goal!â geto manages to dogpile. all the men yell complaints and compliments, overwhelming you with critiques. until youâre frowning, glaring harshly at the group of men youâd watched from a distance since your freshman year.
âI donât work for you guys,â you finally snap. your words are cold making the men frown. âI work for the schools paper, and they choose the photos, not me.â
âand yet coach is in every single one of em?â geto bites back, and thatâs when they all catch the slight surprise that crosses your face.
gojo smirks, leaning over the fence, getting close as he tilts his head. âseems like a majority of your photos have our coach. itâs like your editor canât help but be forced to put him in.â
you feel your stomach churn, glancing between the sharp sapphire eyes. âthatâs not how it works,â you mutter.
you did not expect your first interaction with the soccer team to be this. accusing you of favoritism. you can practically feel all their eyes on you, like they knew exactly who you are, even if this is your first time speaking to them.
âsure looks like it,â sukuna drawls, smirking wide when he sees you shift uncomfortably. âyou like our coach or somethin?â
âof course she does,â getoâs smooth voice cuts in. âdo you get all hot lookin at coach toji?â
you swallow thickly, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck to glare at the men. âyou guys are disgusting,â you spit, but the men donât falter, instead they continue gloating and poking.
âwe just wanna get to know you. youâve been takinâ our pics for months, we canât have a chat now?â geto cuts.
they were quietly impressed with your composure. your poker face wouldâve been perfect if not for the slight fidgeting youâre doing with your bag and camera strap. either way, your glare was mean, unwavering untilâ
âcut it out.â
the sharp voice slices through the team. then, one strong palm shoves gojo into geto, and the rest of the team topple on each other like dominos. the head coach plants himself between the fence, his team, and you.
âi forget youâre all a couple children,â toji tsks, his arms are crossed standing like a lone knight keeping a pack a wolves from a poor princess.
your heart slams against your rib cage. all your composure evaporates into thin air, struggling to catch your breath. this was the closest youâve gotten to the head coach. you can practically smell the mixture of his cologne and natural musk. your cheeks grow hotter by the second, completely dazed and loosing all other senses, unaware that practically half the team noticed your sudden shift.
gojo elbows geto eyeing the way your pupils basically turn into bright pink hearts. even your lips look more glossy from the drool collecting in your mouth.
theyâd never seen anything like it, and for their coach of all people?!
youâre caught up in gawking at the huge man, eyeing his wide shoulders, the veins straining from his compression shirt, his shirt clinging to every muscle that could break you in a blink of an eye â that you miss his short lecture towards his boys to quit scaring off a young woman, all to end with him shoutingâ
âten more laps!â
the teamâs eyes bulge, jaws dropping in shock, and quickly follow up with a spew of complaints.
âya heard coach!â sukuna, the hot-headed captain, interrupts. and if the team wasnât scared of their coach, they definitely had a reason to be with their captain. they ultimately drop their things and start their laps. however, sukuna hangs back at bit, âI didnât even say shââ
âyou were late to practice, so you were gonna do the laps anyways,â toji cuts, earning a loud tsk from the tattooed captain. his duffle drops on the floor dramatically, eyes flicking towards yours, which â no surprise â havenât left the coachâs profile, and with his own groan, his cleats hit the grass starting his lap.
with the entire team running lapsâŠ.youâre left alone.
coach toji doesnât move.
instead, he leans against the fence, strong arms crossing. youâre barely a foot behind him, close enough that the scent of grass and dizzy cologne reaches you when he shifts his weight. close enough that your brain short-circuits again.
then he looks over his shoulder.
itâs not rushed or sharp. it was an easy turn of his head, his dark emerald eyes flick to you with calm, assessing. and up close, heâs worse. heâs broader than he looks from the sidelines, his stubble shadowing his jaw feels unfair for a sunday morning. sunlight catches the edge of his cheekbone, and the curve of his mouth makes you stare shamelessly especially when it lifts just slightly. heâs amused by something youâre not aware of yet and you donât even notice.
your heart stutters.
you practically forget how to stand or how to function like a grown ass adult, instead you feel like someone whoâs just had their fantasy materialize directly in front of them.
heat rushes to your face, your chest tightens, and you pray, desperately, that your expression isnât as transparent as it feels. you focus on keeping your hands still, even as your pulse flutters wildly under your skin.
and tojiâs gaze lingers. he takes you in like the way someone experienced does, without staring, without shame, just a brief glance that drifts. from your fidgeting fingers, to your necklace trapped between your pretty cleavage, to the tank top that hugs your chest, to the zip up hoodie falling off your soft shoulder. to your lips, wet from the amount of times youâd lick and bit them.
and you still donât notice it! youâre too busy trying not to melt into the grass beneath your feet. all you register is how hot the space suddenly feels, how solid he seems standing there.
from the field, a player snickers mid-lap. a majority watching the entire interaction, waiting for someone to make a move. gojo snickers as geto analyzes.
you donât hear any of it, all you know is that the knights are real, and heâs right in front of you, and your carefully maintained composure never stood a chance. especially when his eyes meet yours and his deep, husky, voice sinks into your bones.
âbeen wondering who was seeinâ me like that, sweetheart.â
you were gone.
s-s-s-sweetheart!?
your heart bursts, veins burning through your skin as your lips part, words falling into the void as your brain struggles to reply.
and he finds it adorable.
college girls are cute, but you, youâre a little pervert. how many photos have you taken of him? and for the past year too? heâs wondered just like his team had, who was behind all those photos. who was oogling him while the best team in the nation was playing right before their eyes?
at first, he was bothered, confused even, how big of a stalker did you have to be to take his photos for months and not introduce yourself?
but now he sees it. the way youâre struggling to find words. the way your eyes flick between his â surprised even that youâre not shying away from eye contact, but instead, struggling to just respond. like the words are right there, but your dumb brain is getting fried just by his presence. cute.
âIâll try anâ wink next time.â
he just hammers the nail straight into your heart. your face bursts into flames as you let out a strangled hum like whine, face burning even more. unfortunately, your audience isnât as silent. instead a few had caught your reaction and were bursting with laughter. a few whistling at their coach.
âsheâs too young for ya, coach!â
âget someone yâer own age!â
âcoach, the shy ones are the freakiest!â
the last one â somehow â snapped you back to reality. your glare cut through the field, immediately hitting one of the players making him burst out laughing along with the others around him. your face pulls into a scowl, heart hammering at the teasing youâre receiving from the team. who even are they? they donât know anything about you!
shy?! you?!!! you scowl in annoyance, eyes rollinâ
âignore em, sweetheart. theyâre just being dicks.â
fuck.
your face burns hot again, heart hammering against your ribs as you stutter out another nod, fingers gripping your bag as you glance at the head coach again. his green eyes were unbelievably dark, just staring at them, you felt like you were getting dizzy.
the scar on his lip twitches up, leaning an elbow on the fence, his eyes flick down to your camera. âwhat kinda camera is that?â
your eyes widen, looking down like youâre surprised itâs there. but it seems like he flicks a switch in your brain with that question, because now youâre fumbling to hold the delicate thing in your hands. then you hold it out for him.
a small puff of air leaves his nose in amusement. youâre cute. he turns, reaching his hand out, just for your small ones to place the expensive camera in his. the same one youâd deny your friends from even holding, afraid theyâll drop it.
b-but if coach toji holds itâŠif he wants to hold itâŠwhoâŠwho are you to stop him!!!
your blush only breaks out across your body once you feel your hands brush his, eyes so bright and big even he can see the hearts explode from your irises, fuzzy pink flowers glowing around your head like a cartoon.
âlooks expensive,â he finally takes his eyes away from you to momentarily examine the camera. it was nice, sony. âbought it yourself?â
you nod, smiling as you rock on your heels. âit wasâŠâ oh first words, tojiâs eyes flick to you, eyeing your glossy lips as they part. âmy first big purchase,â you glance at the camera then back up at toji as you point with your manicured index finger, towards the camera. âitâs niceâŠright?â
well fuck me.
toji chuckles internally. he really canât read you. from rude (to the team), to shy, to snappy (to the team), to demure, to charmingâall while looking up at him like heâs some shinning knight and not a coach, albeit for the best team in the nation, but still.
his lips curl up, his internal switch already flipped when he shooed the team away, and the smooth voice of his poured out like second nature. âvery nice, sweetheart.â
you nod, enthusiastically.
god, you were a cutie.
âand you take such good pictures with it too, youâre a natural,â the sweet words just keep pouring from his mouth like honey, and youâre eating up every drop. your feet manage to carry you closer to the fenceâŠcloser to him.
you wet your glossy lips, leaning close to point at the camera, âit also takes video hereâŠI initially wanted to do more videography, but I stuck with photos. but itâs a nice perk with the cameraâŠand I can shoot in raw and jpeg, so I can edit them afterwards if I want, and uh and I have other lenses too. this one is a fixed one, so it canât zoom, but I have two other ones that zoom, I usually use those ones for workâŠlike during yourâŠ.games.â
your rambling was one of, if not, the most attractively adorable things you couldâve done at this moment. especially when youâre oblivious to the light flush that settles in the coachâs stomach as he eyes you down.
his gaze flicks between your fingers on the camera, and your profile from his height. your hair lightly brushâs back from the wind exposing your neck, your perfume reaching his nose.
âcan I try takinâ a pic?â
your face bursts hot, you feel like itâll melt off as you gawk up at the head coach, before nodding your head frantically, a wide smile pulling at your lips. you try to clear your throat as you turn the camera on for him and take the lens cap off.
âgood?â he asks.
you just nod again, biting your cheek feeling how wide youâre smiling it almost hurts, but you canât take your eyes off the way his big hands handle your camera. your biggest crush ever is using your camera!
you contain a squeal as he stands straight. he brings the camera to his eye, before lowering it again, confused. your eyes widen momentarily before realizing heâs struggling and quickly stepping up again.
you lean over the fence. and toji purposely avoids coming down to your height. instead, he watches you hold the fence to stand on your tippy toes, the other gently holds his wrist to ask him to lower the camera just a bit from his eye so you can instruct him. fuck, the confidence to touch him when you were just a jittery mess a second ago.
âthe shutter button is here. if you half press it, itâll auto-focus for youââ you move to the front of the camera flipping some switch, âjusâ turned it on. but just press down all the way and itâll take the picture,â you say, mistakenly glancing up from where you are, just to realize that coach tojiâs face is inches from yours. his warm breath fans against your cheek, his scar so close, his lips right there and his eyesâŠ.
you were beyond gone. the steam immediately comes off your face as your eyes turn into big giant hearts. youâre so easy to read it should be illegal.
you fall back on your heels, allowing toji to attempt again. what you werenât expecting was for him to point the camera at you.
well considering the wider lens, I guess he wants to shoot something closer for more satisfaction. but it caught you slightly off guard, your cheeks flame once more, heart stuttering, but your face immediately lights up.
his lips curve up behind the camera, watching you give him a cute smile, angling your head to tip to the side a bit. people that automatically smile when a camera is pointed at them is definitely a cute trait.
he takes a few quick photos, before pulling the camera back. âhow do I see âem?â
this time he lowers the camera for you, but keeps it close to his body so youâre still leaning over and up beside him, albeit with the fence between you both.
âah the sun was behind me,â you realize now looking at the photos. toji hums like he knows what that means (he doesnât) but he clicks the button to go to the next picture and same thing.
âletâs do it again,â he says, already pulling the camera back, but your finger quickly reaches out, easily flipping it back to view mode before moving back. toji watches you glance up at the sky, before moving yourself in front of the sun. âsmile fâer me, sweetheart.â
you were smiling, but nowâtoji chuckles through his nose at your reaction. he knows exactly what heâs doing. he takes one photo, than another.
your smile turns more pose worthy, not so big, but just as beautiful. âyouâre a natural,â he comments, with full honesty.
your cheeks flush, waving your hand in front of you, âdonât glaze me.â
toji snorts, âjusâ saying what I see, not my fault you pose like a model.â
a model?!
toji notices the way you bite your cheek and the way your hands fidget with your bag. âput the bag down, sweetheart.â
your heart skips again, the nickname electing a response from you every time. but you oblige, setting your bag on the ground. now without anything to fidget with, your hands carefully clasp behind your back, your navy hoodie completely off your shoulder, exposing the casual white tank top. his eyes glance at the swell of your tits that your bra pushes up. and the sliver of skin that peaks at the bottom.
the wind was like a perfect accessory, blowing a warm spring breeze in your direction brushing your hair again.
you do your best to pose casually, smiling at the camera, eyes low as you stare into the lens, heart beating erratically as you wait for coach toji to finish.
your breath catches momentarily. cheeks stinging and lips parting like a deer in headlights, because you notice it. just briefly, the way toji lowers the camera from his eye, gaze tracking down your figure, eyeing your thighs, then your hips, then your tits.
heâs definitely checking you out.
you glance away, flustered, unaware that toji was now clicking the library to view the photos heâd just taken.
âI think Iâm a pretty good shot,â he compliments his nonexistent skills, but the light hits you so well.
you smile watching him look at the photos. eyes glued to his lazy smirk, stomach hot and heart fluttering at his short comments. heâs so handsome, you glance at the curve of his nose, the stubble on his cheek. heâs so so pretty.
your mind was getting dizzy, all because coach toji is in front of you, but it made you completely forgetful that if he keeps clicking next, itâll eventually reachâ
âoh.â
you first notice the slight raise of his brows, then the scar on his lip twitching wider, then the greens of his eyes darkening.
âdid yaâ submit these too, sweetheart?â
your brows furrow for half a second, then it clicks. you lunge forward.
this canât be happening!
you immediately cover the screen and take the camera as you hear the coach chuckle. of course youâd forgotten that you had these on your sd card.
staring back at you is a photo of tojiâs fat bulge from the game. you managed to catch the moment he reached down to itch himself, grabbing it. if he saw this one he definitely saw the three before this of the closeups of his lips, his big biceps, his ass when he was fixing his shoes.
your heart is beating in your ears, skin sizzling with embarrassment as your vision starts to narrow. your eyes flick up to the coach in horror, flustered beyond speech. âitâs notââ you struggle to explain, âyou werenât supposed to see that. I was just taking oneâthen I someone bumped so like, the camera went downââ
the rambling was unlike the one before, this one was much more uncoordinated, fueled by your humiliation, anxiety, and desperate attempt at defending yourself to him, so that he doesnât think youâre some creep.
âI wore that shirt from the match two weeks ago. not this oneâŠ.â his head tilts, arms folded across his beefy chest. âwhy do you still have âem?â
the older man is quite unbothered. instead, his chest grew hot, and his mind wandered off imagining this hot college girl laying in her bed, staring at pictures of his crotch with her small fingers playing with her wet little pussy. his eyes flick to your chest again.
your eyes are wide, glancing at your camera.
âI just forgot to format the card,â you quickly reply, pretty chest rising and falling. âI always forget, and I realize after when Iâm exporting the photos or run out of storageâI delete them, i-i swear!â
he snorts, head tilting, âyou swear?â
you nod frantically.
his emerald eyes narrow, tongue poking out to wet his lips, touching his scar. his eyes flick to the camera in your hands. youâre quite the actorâŠ
âokay, Iâll take your word then. you wouldnât lie to meâŠ?â his gaze was intimidating, the darkness of his pupils felt like a black hole pulling you in. but somehow you manage to shake your head.
âno, sir.â
toji holds eye contact, before tearing it away to reach for his phone, âgood girl.â
your heart beats in your throat, threatening to tear out, but you step forward, eyes big and sad. âsorry, coach.â thereâs a slight waver in your voice, the manâs eyes widen briefly, chuckling under his breath as he brings a hand up to the crown of your head.
âdonât worry about it, keep taking photos of me. yaâ make me feel important,â his comment is punctuated with a flirtatious wink, shooting another arrow straight into your heart.
you were lovestruck the entire trip home. and so unbelievably grateful.
you talked your way out of such incriminating evidence. because how could coach toji know that in truth, you have an entire album of photos just like the ones he saw, that you pull out almost every night to help you cum.
you really should be an actor, you think, blushing at the way he called you good girl. the way he looked at you, the way his fingers brushed yours on the camera âahhhh, you bury your hot face in your hands.
you were in shock for days, heart slamming against your chest and face heating up every time you thought back to the moment.
you were so in your head that you hadnât even noticed the two athletes walking up behind you on your way out of class, crossing the quad.
itâs like that thing that happens. when youâre finally introduced to someone for the first time, then youâre suddenly seeing them everywhere. thatâs how geto and gojo felt. youâd been under their noses the entire time.
with a lecture of over two hundred students, of course theyâd spot you when you entered today. gojo elbowed his friend, nodding in your direction. getoâs eyes nearly popped.
âwhat the hell?â geto leans forward, the two men closely watch you enter the lecture hall, walking a few rows down before slipping in. getoâs eyes narrow at the camera you carefully place in your lap as you take out your ipad.
it was like the cards were being dealt out for him perfectly.
âwait, I donât get it,â gojo huffs catching up to his friend as the lecture hall empties.
geto tsks, âwhatâs not to get? Iâm gonna bribe her into taking photos of me next game. Iâm fucking tired of being some fucking blurââ
âyouâve gotten some photos manââ
âwell i want more. ones where Iâm actually scoring,â geto huffs, brushing his bang back in frustration.
once the two men hit the pavement outside, they spot you. gojo is tagging along for the fun, while geto is set on a mission. one he conjured up mid-lecture the second he saw you. it was perfect. geniusâ
âwhat?â your face scrunches in mild disgust. the two men baffle at your reaction, especially at the way youâre looking up at them with narrow, and irritated eyes. your expression isnât hard to decipher, itâs basically screaming, why tf are you talking to me?
geto licks his teeth, exhaling through his nose, âyou heard me fine, sweetheartââ
âdonât call me that.â
his jaw clenches, repeating his line without the pet name. âthe next two games are the semifinals and then the finals, so Iâll give you access through our manager to join press during the media window two days before the matchesââ
âI already have access to that through the school paper,â you give him a look, immediately ticking him off.
âlet me fucking finish will youââ
âyouâre taking forever and Iâm being cornered,â you snap back, rolling your eyes at the pretentious athlete. geto bites his tongue, as gojo gasps.
âyouâre not being cornered!â he states, just to exchange a look with geto as they both see that theyâve steered you off the pavement and against a tree. ânoâweâre just talking.â
you exhale, glancing back at geto, âwhatever, just finish.â
geto licks his lips, continuing, âyouâll also get access to our locker room strategy meeting or whatever, and behind the scenes access â you only do photos, no video or interviews?â
you shake your head, heart beating just a little quicker because now youâre starting to see the perks. bts access is the one thing university teams can deny since they donât like any outsiders butting into their strategies or taking them out of âthe zone.â
that also means you can seeâŠ.coach toji.
gojo and geto both notice the realization crossing your face, especially when your lips part, much more glossy than before. unbelievable.
âbut,â geto snaps you back, your eyes darting up to meet his, âyou better take some good fucking shots of me during the game. if Iâm not in the fucking paper and insta page, then no deal.â
you gasp, âdude, youâre literally acting like Iâm the one in charge of that?? itâs my editor that picks the photos to put in the articles.â
geto tsks, âyet somehow coach is in every single one.â your jaw clenches, stomach heating up. âtake more photos of me so itâs inevitable. got it?â
your lip curls in annoyance, eyeing geto, just for gojo to suddenly but inâ
âbut also take some of me, i look so hot in them and i like reposting them on my insta,â gojo flashes you a smile.
your frown deepens, âthereâs other photographers. you guys know that right?â
âyours are the only ones they choose and they look better than whoever took sukunaâs,â gojo snorts, remembering their captains complaints.
nevertheless, geto and gojo wait for you to agree, both men standing with their arms crossed, blocking the spring sun from hitting you.
then a certain captain happens to pass by, noticing his two teammates, and frat brothers.
âthe fuck are you guys doing?â
the men whip their heads as sukuna steps up, bag slung over his shoulder wearing a backwards baseball cap. and with a quick explanation from his friends, sukuna tsks glancing at you and adding.
âcoach always showers before or after our games.â
and it was that one bit of information that automatically has you saying: âdeal.â
â
you donât rush setting up. you check your flash, bouncing it once off the ceiling to make sure it wonât wash anyone out. your fingers move with muscle memory, standing in these rooms plenty of times for the school paper, along with other journalists from the school paper especially for media days, post-game scrums, pre-season press.
so this isnât new territory.
the room is packed, though. thereâs national outlets mingling with campus press, and clusters of journalists already talking. you hear familiar phrases float past as you move, many talking about the teams unbeaten streak, their goal differentials, their historic season.
familiar names are easily getting tossed around. captain sukuna coming up first, always, and his leadership, and the way he commands the field. gojoâs speed follows after, and his natural talent and eye for goals, then getoâs consistency, his intelligence and composure. someone mentions scouts again, plural this time, and how a few clubs have been hovering around those three all season.
you barely react because youâve heard all of this before, and it was impressive of course, you enjoy it. however, what does get you, embarrassingly, is his name.
every time coach toji is mentionedâhis tactics, his discipline, the way he rebuilt the program and incorporated new strategies âyou feel heat creep up your neck. itâs a soft and traitorous blush that youâre grateful no oneâs looking closely enough to notice you smiling.
you keep your eyes on your camera, pretending to fiddle with a setting you donât actually need to adjust, reminding yourself that heâs just part of the team. a very effective, very respected part of it.
then finally, the noise dips and the conversations fade into an expectant quiet as the side door opens.
the players file in first, with sukuna at the front, expression unreadable, gojo already grinning, geto calm and observant as ever. everyoneâs cameras lift, and recorders click on. and then he steps in behind them.
coach toji, in a suit.
your face breaks into a hot mess, heart skipping a beat as you eye him through your lens. it fits him too well. dark, sharp, shoulders filling it out like it was tailored perfectly. no team jacket today, no morning stumble. no, he looked clean, with polished shoes, and authority. he guides the team forward eyes sweeping the room calmly.
your flash fires once, professionalism wavering again. how can it not when your knight is walking into the room and reminding you exactly how out of reach he is.
the entire team easily spots you in the front row for the first time. your charm hangs from your camera strap, along with the little sticker on your godox flash. they all know who you are now, so their wasnât any hiding the way theyâd purposely glance at your camera lens, giving you their best shots.
many of the questions are being directed towards the coach, your eyes focus on his reaction, lens zooming close as he rolls his dress shirt over his forearms. your camera flashes and your cheeks warm. you do this every time. acting like itâs your first time seeing the coach in a suit even though he wears one every semifinals press. but you canât help it!
journalists throw questions without breath, firing rounds until the set time is up.
âphotographers only, please.â
the room clears out fast. chairs scrape back, and laptops snap shut. you step forward instinctively, already lifting your camera. the players shift back into place. sukuna straightens, his expression resetting into something stoic. gojo cracks a joke under his breath that earns him a look. geto adjusts his sleeves, calm as ever.
toji moves standing just off to the side at first, arms crossed, smooth dress shirt crinkling over his taut muscles, and unforgiving across his shoulders.
the manager gestures. âletâs get the team all together first.â
cameras flash as the team pose, all in their uniform. you move easily getting their shots, unaware of the emerald eyes watching your every move.
coach toji noticed you the minute he stepped into the room. however, he remained composed, knowing how many eyes were on him. but now, his eyes sweep over your figure.
your grey dress pants hugging that right ass, and those hips. the tight dress shirt hugged your frame, with the top buttons undone allowing some of your cleavage to be revealed along with your necklace stack. business casual, but heâs sure half the team is looking at your tits. your pretty anklet catching the light as you move in your kitten heels.
âcoach with sukuna,â the manager says.
toji steps forward.
you track him without thinking, framing the shot as he places a hand lightly at sukunaâs back, guiding him a half-step to the left. your shutter clicks, noticing how easily he steps into your frame, how naturally he fills it. his height just a hair taller than the hot headed captain, at least in your eyes.
âalright, another group photo,â the manager says.
toji turns, motioning the players in with two fingers. his eyes briefly catch yours making your eyes widen. the team clusters around their coach, heads bowed slightly, listening even though thereâs nothing to hear. he speaks low anyway. you circle to the side, careful, capturing the curve of his shoulder, the way his jaw tightens when he focuses.
tojiâs gaze lifts again, slow and deliberate, landing on you.
why does he keep doing that?!
itâs brief. just a glance that lingers a fraction longer, his eyes flick from your face to the camera in your hands and back again, like heâs remembering the photos he saw on your camera.
you feel heat blooming under your skin, pulse kicking hard enough to throw you off guard. you steady your hands, inhaling subtly, pretending you donât feel the way the air shifts when he turns slightlyâŠwhen he ends up closer than before, just at the edge of your frame.
âokay, weâre good,â the manager calls.
the team breaks, the players disperse, but toji stays put for a beat longer, adjusting his sleeve, posture relaxed again, unreadable.
you lower your camera only when itâs over, breath leaving you in a quiet rush you didnât realize you were holding. you donât see him glance at you when you step back to check your photos. you also donât notice the small, satisfied curve of his mouth.
not until youâre feeling a gentle, firm, hand on your waist, and a low voice right against your ear, âsay hi next time. youâre not a stranger anymore.â
your body immediately catches on fire, eyes snapping to the man like a magnet, heart slamming against your ribs as you watch him pull back, emerald eyes meeting yours.
âright, sweetheart?â
your face stings, as you nod quickly, heat pooling deep in your stomach, feeling his thumb caress your hip over your shirt. your lips part, mind dizzy as you glance as his strong forearms, heâs towering over you, slightly leaning down to speak to you in quiet whispers.
âIâll see câya tomorrow, yeah,â he gives your waist a squeeze as he greets you with a kiss to your cheek like some gentleman. then he walks away. and if you werenât a mess before, the casual glance he shoots over his shoulder has a third arrow piercing your heart.
you couldnât contain it anymore. you were consumed by this man. every waking thought was spent daydreaming about himâ his voice, his eyes, his hands, his demeanor. it was intoxicating.
all for you to show up in the lockerroom, the next day, hours before the match. the team is either dressed in their uniforms, or still shirtless, huddling around the white board as they prep for the game.
geto was the second to notice you, after gojo. both their eyes twinkling as they walk up to you. âthey gave you the pass,â geto nods to the press badge around your neck.
you nod, glancing around the lockerroom. it felt tense, the aura suspenseful as the time ticks closer to when they walk onto the pitch.
âget your vip shots, but you better get my photo,â geto hushes in your ear.
âand mine!â gojo blurts, just as a certain coach is stepping out of the steam.
and you feel it. the towel wrapped low around his waist, skin still slick with water that traces unhurried paths down his sculpted torso. his hair is darker when itâs wet, heavier, droplets slide from it and disappear along the hard lines of his shoulders.
your eyes catch his muscles moving when he walks, hard mass, that shifts beneath skin without effort. you swallow thickly, body heating up, stomach fluttering as you catch the trail of dark coarse hair leading down from his navel, and disappearing beneath the towel. your eyes follow it to the bulge you know is under there. your cheeks sting at the thought of it.
you were utterly shameless. as if the two men standing beside arenât still talking to you. but they immediately recognize the shift in your attitude and notice the steam leaving your face. gojo stifles a laugh, as geto sighs. youâre hopeless.
your eyes follow the scars youâve never seen before. the old pale marks catch the light, etched across his side, his pecs, and back, proof of some life before this one. then he turns just enough and your heart stutters, and your panties soak.
ink blooms along his ribs where the towel dips. the tattoos are sharp and intimate, black against his skin thatâs still flushed from the heat. youâve photographed him dozens of times, from every angle, but youâve never seen a peak of a tattoo.
âhow wet are you right now?â
the comment snaps you back, glaring straight at the crystal ocean eyes narrowed in amusement.
âdonât talk to me like that,â you huff, âIâm working.â your attitude really is night and day when it comes to anyone else and toji.
gojo blushes, âI love mean girls.â
you roll your eyes.
âwhatâre you two doing? get the fuck over here,â sukuna snaps.
the team huddles as the fifteen minute timer starts. and thatâs what you should be photographing, but instead you glance back. toji is now pulling up his pants, wet hair still dripping down the expanse of his back. his eyes catch yours for a second, gaze flicking to your camera, tauntingâŠ
his hand subtly cups his crotch, squeezing his girth just to present you with a size, one that has your lips parting with a shaky exhale, heart pounding as you glance between his emerald eyes and the way his forearms flex when he fixes the waistband of his boxers, pulling the material down just a bit that you catch more of the thick patch of hair at his base seeing a peak of it, before heâs fixing himself again.
and once he zips his pants up, glancing at the team as they huddle for some words from the captain before coach steps in, toji walks to you. just a few feet away, your eyes widen in surprise, heart stuttering as you watch him lean down to greet you with a kiss to your cheek, again!
heâs acting like youâre familiar even though this is just your third interaction with himâŠbut maybe you areâŠ
âthought I told you to say hi next time,â he says against your ear, pulling away.
your face heats up, âyou wereâŠ.changing.â
âso?â
you gulp, eyes flicking between his, heart pounding. heâs so close. your breath catches when his scent hits your nose, sandalwood, oak and something deeper under it. his stubble is darker than yesterday, rougher along his jaw, and you realize youâve been staring for too long when the heat creeps up your neck.
he doesnât move away though, he stands beside you, attention forward on sukuna as he speaks. focused, and so aware of youâre attention he has to hold back a smirk. and maybe he doesnât mind messing with you, so his hand remains at your lower back, light, almost absent, but there.
your stomach flips, attention gone. you try to listen, you do. sukuna is talking about positioning, about discipline, about not getting sloppy or something and the room is locking in around you, everyone leaning in. these would be great photosâbut all you can think about is how close he is.
how his hand hasnât moved, every small shift makes your pulse jump. you keep your eyes forward. you donât trust yourself to look at him again.
and that gives toji the opportunity to take you in. his pupils dilate just a fraction as his gaze travels down your body. his eyes zero in on the multiple open buttons of your tight dress shirt. youâre not even hiding yourself, and the sliver of skin that peaks between your pants and shirt doesnât help.
his hand remains over your clothes, heat settling in his stomach when you take a deeper breath and your tits push up, and his eyes shamelessly look down your shirt from his towering height. fuck, he wants a look at that pretty ass tooâ
âcoach! youâre up!â sukunaâs voice cuts through everything, snapping toji back. your gaze whips with it, catching him off guard as you wait for his next move like anything he touches is gold.
he controls himself, giving your waist that same squeeze before his hand leaves you just like that.
you push down the feeling that hits immediately, sharp and cold. but now you can finally breathe properly when he steps away. he moves past the players without rushing â a few of the boys let their eyes roam over youâ toji adjusts his sleeve ignoring the feeling bubbling up when he notices them. and then heâs at the front.
he doesnât raise his voice, doesnât need to now, but he usually gets to that point around the halfway mark. but this was the first time youâre seeing him speak in privateâŠand when he speaks, they all listenâevery single one of them.
gojo notices, gossip second nature to him. but the quick glance your way already has a grin tugging at his mouth before he nudges geto. geto follows his gaze, then sukuna does too, just brieflyâand itâs obvious. painfully obvious. the way your expression softens, the way your attention doesnât wavers. itâs written all over you.
âsheâs actually really hot,â gojo comments.
though you wish you could stand there forever, the time finally comes for the team to head to the pitch, and thatâs when the chaos begins.
not just on the fieldâŠbut off it.
the press box is packed, bodies press against you shoulder to shoulder. the field below is relentless. everything fast, and aggressive, and loud enough that the noise bleeds through everything. you always forget how overstimulating and exhilarating semifinal matches are. but you remember the deal you made with the three stars.
your camera moves with them, tracking their plays, snapping multiple shots of them without hesitation, and then catching the moment when things go wrong...
sukuna gets taken down hard during a penalty shotâand thereâs no whistle. no call.
youâre already shooting when the other team pushes, then scores, and the stadium erupts, but sukuna is on his feet, shouting. the goal should be discounted. the captain was known to be a hot head, but even you could see that the tackle he received was completely brushed off by the ref and he was right.
everyone watches as the team moves forward in defense of sukuna, but also holding him back. the other side meets them just as hard. the crowd shouts as they watch the players shove, yell, and slam into each otherâand through it all you keep shooting. you catch toji too, voice cutting through the chaos as he orders his players to pull sukuna back.
the press talk amongst themselves as halftime quickly breaks up the argument. your feet quickly carry you out of the press box, towards the locker room.
âno locker room access.â
your jaw tightens immediately irritation flaring hot and sharp.
âI have a different badge,â you show the security guard your press ID. the one geto gave you.
âno press allowed, do i need to repeat myself?â the man snaps.
your irritation ticks at your side. fine. whatever. the second you step back, your mind is already running, already circling back to geto. you scoff under your breath, shaking your head as you pace along the corridor, camera swinging lightly at your side.
seriously? all that talk, all that stupid ass convincing, and for what? you were supposed to be there. that was the whole point! you roll your eyes, heat building the longer you think about it, every step feeding into this petty irritation instead of cooling it. were you overreacting âyes, but whateverâif heâs not holding up his end, then why should you?
by the time you make it back up, youâre done. done thinking about it, done entertaining it, done with their stupid deal.
the second half starts and you fall back into rhythm. camera up, focus sharp, and attention on only one thing now, the ballâŠ.
gojo and geto drift near the press box occasionally, clearly expecting something, acknowledgment, a photo, but you donât even bat an eye. not a look, not a flicker, hell, they might as well not exist.
itâs almost satisfying. almost.
the final whistle blows and the stadium erupts, the first leg ended in a draw, preparing for next game to see whoâll continue. cameras around you go wild, capturing every second of it. the quiet annoyance of both teams, the noise in the crowd. but you donât. you lower yours, expression flat, already turning away. itâs petty. a little unfair, but still, you walk.
âyouâre not coming to the locker room?â gojoâs voice follows you, footsteps quick behind yours as you head in the opposite direction.
âwhy would i?â you snap, sharp, not even slowing. âam i even allowed,â thereâs an obvious clip in your tone that has gojo confused.
âwhatâre you talking about?â
âdealâs off.â
huh?!????
gojo barely has time to react, before youâre walking away.
baffled and utterly confused, gojo makes his way back to the locker rooms. the energy is stiff, sukuna is grumbling under his breath about how embarrassing it was to end their first leg in a draw, geto is lounged beside his bag scrolling on his phone, and toji is in the corner talking to the managers. ugh, does no one care that their personal photographer isnât taking photos of them???
they do care.
especially when the next paper comes out and the article is filled with photos taken by other people, not you!
âWHY THE FUCK DO I LOOK LIKE THAT!??â sukuna shouts, entire body fumming as they all sit outside during practice. sukuna is not the only one pissed, geto is practically seething because there isnât even a single photo of him or gojo.
âwhat is this girlâs problem?! i thought you idiots made a deal with her?!â sukuna snaps, already in a foul mood, but now itâs worse.
geto licks his teeth, jaw ticking, âwe did.â
âI told you guys she was pissed that she didnât come in during halftime,â gojo throws, as if anyone was listening to him after their shitty match.
âso she throws a tantrum because she didnât see coachâs dick during halftime?â sukuna clips.
âshe looked super hot when she was all pissed though,â gojo throws, âsheâd definitely go for me after she realizes how old coach is.â
âwhatâs wrong with you?â geto rolls his eyes, confused how gojo can talk about your looks when you screwed them over. even if he maybe also finds you attractive, it doesnât negate your shitty attitude.
gojo throws his hands up in defensive, âIâm just calling dibs now.â
toji, just a few feet away, strides over after noticing the group no longer doing drills. âwhatâs the hold up!â he grunts, also in a shit mood because of the embarrassing match and then overheating what gojo had said.
âyour stalker fucked us over,â geto snaps, eyes burning into the school paper. âshe didnât even get a pic of you.â
gojoâs eyes light up, âoh shit, yeahâsheâs definitely over you!â
the paper then hits tojiâs chest, his brows furrowing as he holds it up. his eyes glance over the sports section, and just as geto had stated, there wasnât a single photo of him, unless youâre counting the wide shot of the field and you see him standing in the corner, but it definitely was a starch contrast from the streak youâd created.
âso?â toji tosses the paper like itâs nothing, âyou guys playing for the cameras or because you want to win?!â
the men baffled, gasp and scoff. âwe want to win!â
âthen get off your fucking asses! I donât have time to be doing this shit with you all!â he snaps aggressively, uncharacteristically pissed off, whether itâs because of the teams misdirected frustrations, or something else. either way, the school paper is long forgotten beside their bags and the team is splitting into practice teams.
it doesnât matterâŠ
it doesnât matter that you made a deal with suguru geto and satoru gojo. and the captain pushed you to seal that deal with the information about coach â and they broke it. none of it matters! you still shouldâve taken those photos, especially when youâre receiving an earful from your editor, and then sulking through the week of classes.
âwhatâs your problem,â your friend, shoko, cuts in, snapping you back to the campus day festival. you were once again sulking on the picnic bench, ice cream melting in the cup as you stare off.
âyouâre gonna get annoyedâŠâ you mutter, brows pinched in agony.
for most passing by, they immediately steered clear of you, not only did you carry a lethal rbf, your words of âagonyâ really translates to, youâll rip someoneâs head off and if looks could kill, everyone would be dead. it was quite funny, considering how youâre pretty sweet when you want to be, shoko quietly thinks. still, most would rather avoid you, thanking the heavens that you stay behind the camera so you donât interact directly with people.
âdonât start,â shoko groans, piecing together the not so subtle mystery.
you frown, âi didnât even say anything!â you whine even more, glaring at your ice cream. your pretty camera sits on the table beside you, collecting dust when you should be photographing this event. âI just screwed myself over,â your tongue laps at the dripping ice cream.
âagreed.â
your glare snaps to your friend, to which she brushes off with a shrug.
âyou shouldâve taken those photos,â she starts.
âI knowâŠâ
âthen you wouldâve made your editor happy,â
âI knowâŠâ
âand then you wouldnât have to do this event.â
âI know.â
âand youâd have more weird pictures of coach toji.â
your heart drops. eyes snapping to shoko. âwhat?!â
shoko goes mute. suddenly realizing what she said. ânothing.â
âpictures?â you repeat, âI have weird pictures of the coach?? I donâtâwhy would you even say that??â youâre not subtle at all. and shoko feels guilty at your horrible lying skills, but stillâŠshe confessesâŠ
âyou uploaded photos to your drive, when weâd study together,â she tries to hold in her laugh as heat crawls up your neck, âlike more than once.â
you glance away, eyes flicking over your camera, âthatâs it?â
shoko raises a brow. âyeahâŠwhat do you mean?â
you look back, âlike thatâs how you know, itâs not like you heard from someone else or anything?â
shoko shakes her head, âno, who else would know?â
your cheeks are burning at this point, and it was written all over your face now. the realization hit shoko in seconds. ânoâŠâ youâre silent. âdoes the coach know about your photos?â
you donât want to make eye contact.
âhow?!!â
even though it happened days ago, why is it now starting to feel even more embarrassing. maybe because of your cool headed friends reactionâ âit was an accident.â
âhow did he find out though?â shoko pushes.
you cringe, âwellâŠâ you swallow, âwhen I first spoke to him, rememberâŠâ shoko nods, âI let him use my camera because he was interested.â you pause, reliving the humiliation all over again. âthen he kept swiping to see the pics, and just found themâŠâ your hands slap your face, âthatâs not bad!â
shoko is getting second hand embarrassment, âdude.â
âSTOP IM GONNA KILL MYSELF!!â you cry out, humiliation seeping from your pores.
shoko is trying not to laugh, but itâs quite hard not too, especially when youâre groaning like that. âwhat was his reaction?â
âI obviously said it was an accident, and he was like whatever and seemed fine,â you explain quickly, trying to cool the situation. âItâs not bad!â
âokay okay!!â shoko laughs, trying to calm your reaction. however, shoko knows about your huge crush, what she didnât know is about a deal her two friends made with you. heck, she didnât even know that you interacted with them. not until those two men are standing directly behind you, sweaty and pissed. âwhat the hellââ
âI guess you donât know how to keep your word,â geto spits, bag dropping aggressively on the bench beside you.
you jump, then, your eyes flick over your shoulder, immediately rolling them when you see them. you turn back to shoko.
geto snaps. âthere wasnât a single photo of us!â
ânot my problem,â you scoff, attitude returning in seconds, shoko completely used to it. but sheâs shocked that you know gojo and geto. ânot like you guys even played well.â
gojoâs vein bulges, âwe played fucking good, we didnât lose!â
âyou didnât win,â you shrug, cold.
thatâs when gojo and geto both glance up at shoko. shock crossing their expressions. âyou know her?!â they both point down at you.
shoko raises a brow, âsheâs my friend.â
âsheâs a bitchââ geto spits, just to receive the worst glare of his life from you, but he just rolls his eyes. âhow the fuck do you know each other?â
âI just told you sheâs my friend. youâre the ones that screwed her over.â shoko takes your side.
gojo gasps, âwe didnât screw her over! she screwed us over! you saw the paper this weekânot a single highlight!â
you glance at shoko, ignoring the men behind you, âhow do you know them?â
âwe went to high school together,â shoko throws with a bored wave.
frustrated, geto straddles the bench facing you, his hand falls on top of your camera, immediately making you snap your attention to him.
âheyââ
âlisten. our deal was that you get access and then we get photos, you didnât finish your job,â he keeps a grip on your camera. shoko frowns.
âyou guys didnât give me accessâi got like ten minutes before the match, then I couldnât even go in during halftime where everyone was pissed, so whatâs the point?â you snap, getting in his face.
âthe point is that has nothing to do with me!â geto shouts, your eyes pierce his in two, but neither of you back down.
âit literally does though!â
âguys,â shoko and gojo attempt at intervening, but neither of you will back down. especially when geto wonât let go of your camera.
âlet go,â you seethe, hand on the camera as geto flexes, grip strengthening around it.
your heart pounds against your chest, the hot spring sun beats over the four of you, sweat building on your neck while geto scoffs. âyou better take those photos of us this weekââ
âor what?â you glare, âare you seriously threatening me?â you were dripping with ego and confidence, except for the fact that your eyes kept darting to your camera, your poor, expensive, beautiful cameraâ
âis this your first time being threatenedââ
âthe fuck.â
the deep, intimidating voice breaks the argument in seconds. getoâs eyes widen as he feels the gravity taken away from him and being lifted off the seat. the collar of his jersey tightens around none other than tojiâs brutal grip.
your eyes break into hearts, grasping your camera before it clatters back on the table, glancing up to see geto gripping his coachâs forearm.
âsince when do you fucking shout at girls. you?!â toji barks, baffled. sukuna sure, gojo maybe, but geto?!
âI wasnât fucking shouting, we were talking,â geto tsks, neck red from embarrassment.
toji shoves him back. geto slams on the bench. you hadnât realized it but they all looked like they just finished practice, geto and gojo both still in practice uniforms and duffle bags, and coach toji wearing his usual black cargos, and that compression shirt that left nothing to the imagination.
geto scowls, rubbing his back in pain.
âyou were shouting, thatâs why i came overââ
âshe was shouting at me!â
âso what!?â
the table is quiet. a few passerbyâs glance over before quickly walking away. it isnât a shock to know how unbelievably hot your face is right now. especially when coach toji continues his stern lecture to geto.
âyouâre defending some girl that canât keep her word, mind you,â geto mutters, flashing you a glareâhis breath catches. youâre not even looking at him!! shoko stifles another laugh along with gojo, because you really were, truly, unbelievable.
how can you look at someone like that?!? like heâs some idol?! him! a musty ass college coach?!
but none of it mattered, not when tojiâs attention shifts to you!!! a warm heat floods between your legs, as your lips part. then suddenly, you glance awayâŠ
âI actually did shout tooâŠâ you confess, taking accountability. âand kinda screwed them over.â
gojo, geto, and shoko, stare at you in shock.
toji sighs, like some grown ass man (which he is), his hand settles on his hip as the other scratches his hair like heâs surrounded by immature children and figuring out what the fuck to do with you all. so he decides to confess tooâŠ
âi told security not to allow any outsiders.â
your heart drops.
âincluding you.â
oh shit.
the three audience members immediately glance at you, and what none of them, not a single one, expected, is to suddenly see the your eyes tear up.
toji felt a sharp twist in his gut, eyes widening for a moment, before sighing. âit wasnât personal.â
your throat feels dry, unable to look away until now. a tear hits your camera. âhow is that not personal,â you whisper, bottom lip trembling.
shokoâs brows pinch in hurt, at least out of everyone, she knows how much and how long youâve liked this man. and then sulking and nowâ she knows youâre absolutely shattered.
âI needed the team to focus, and youâre press,â he states like some cold fact, and that hurt even more.
your grip tightens on the camera. âbutâŠâ your not a stranger anymoreâŠ. but you canât get the words outâŠyour heart pounds loudly in your ears, the heat surrounding you felt suffocating, and your head was growing dizzier by the second. and the only thing spinning in your mind was how fucking embarrassing this is.
âdonât be upset.â
you manage a small nod, though another tear falls on the camera, and your body freezes. âhow can i not be upset?â your small voice catches toji off guard.
youâre standing up, eyes hot with tears, walking past the esteemed coach.
âwait,â he catches your wrist, âif you have something to say donât just run away.â
youâre fuming, your pretty chest rises and falls, the disappointment turning into built up anger, âI donât have anything to say right now, and itâs stupidââ your hand twists in his grip. âlet go.â
he does.
youâre practically heaving, tempted to turn away, especially when the dryness in your throat gets worse. the stinging behind your eyes burns like hell as you try to rip your gaze away from the towering man. you really are stupidâŠ
toji wets his lip, head tilting as if disinterested, but the cooling in his chest says otherwise. why does he have a weak spot for women?
âwe can talk.â
his words hang in the air. a silent, open invitation for her. itâs a clear sign of his guilt for making this cute college girl cry. he was too blunt, forgetting she isnât one of his boys.
your hand comes up to the bridge of your nose, quietly recentering yourself as this older coach watches. your shoulders rise with a deep exhale, then inhale.
pull yourself togetherâŠ
you nod. cute.
you swallow the embarrassing lump in your throat, clearing your throat. âcan we talk while walkingâŠI have to work,â your usual clipped tone used for everyone except him, comes out, but he can hear the slight shakiness.
âsure.â
gojo, geto, and shoko are left in utter shock. itâs not until you and toji completely disappear into the crowd, do they slowly exchange looks.
âwhatâŠâ
âthe fuck,â geto finishes shokoâs sentence.
gojo stares baffled, âdid we just set them up?!â
getoâs brow jumps up, âwhy is he always saving her like some knight?? and he was the one that screwed us all over!!â
gojo shakes his head in agreement, ânah for real, what the hell, blaming us but itâs all him.â
geto slouches back in the picnic table, rolling his eyes. âstill,â he tsks, âshe didnât have to be so bitchy and not take our pictures. isnât it her fucking jobââ
âhey!â
âow!â geto feels a slap upside the head from brunette, her eyes harsh. âwhat the hell!â
âdonât call girls bitches whatâs wrong with you?!â shoko huffs, baffled by getoâs attitude.
gojo snickers beside the man, âheâs been like this since he met her.â
âI havenât,â he grits, rolling his eyes at the thought of you. âsheâs just aâshe just gets on my nerves.â
âreally because she reminds me of you,â shoko cuts him off. getoâs eyes widen, as gojo breaks into a loud laugh.
âWHAT?!â
âoh god BAHAHA she does!â gojoâs obnoxious laugh sounds like knives stabbing his ears.
shoko hums, âshe has that rbf look, intimidating, very blunt, but also so cute with her friends.â
âcute?â geto frowns.
gojo smiles, âit comes out when youâre hanging out with ussss.â gojo and shoko dramatically strike a cute pose. geto tsks.
the campus was packed with students and faculty roaming to booths and small events. it was the universityâs 102nd anniversary, and as memorable as it is for the students to enjoy the activities during this nice spring day, you couldnât bring yourself to give a shit.
not only did your editor scream at you all week, still pissed about the shit photos you took during the match, he also threatened removal if you didnât take good photos during this event. and now, after sulking with shoko, then procrastinating some more, you decided youâd be able to take such fanatic pictures while your idol and crush trails beside youâŠ.sure.
toji lets out another sigh, hands in his pockets as he stands to your left watching you snap some shots of laughing students beside a booth.
âitâs not a big deal,â you mutter, behind the camera. toji notices the twitch in your fingers. âI overreacted, so itâs whatever.â
toji wets his lip, âsukuna and a couple others jusâ get jumpy with cameras.â
you hum, looking at the photos you just took. âI understand.â
âI didnât know about this deal you did with geto,â toji admits, hand instinctively coming to your waist and guiding you away from some unaware boys shouting and laughing. your cheeks flush, stepping away from his hand. toji notices. âwe didnât have a good game anyways.â
âI know, so it whatever. not a big deal,â you sigh, heat crawling up your neck. this is so embarrassing, so embarrassing! ugh you really donât know how to keep a cool head at all when it comes to this coach. you overreacted during the match, then blamed geto for screwing you over, then almost cried because the coach locked you out on purpose, and nowâ
âI feel bad.â
your heart stops.
toji glances at your manicured nails holding your camera, your cute necklaces dangling on your exposed chest, cleavage glistening from the heat. but then his eyes flick up, and youâre staring at him like heâs holding the entire world.
âI didnât mean to make you upset,â his voice is softer, gentler, nothing like how youâve heard him for months, shouting, harsh. your stomach heats up, face stinging.
his hand, unexpectedly, comes up, feeling your hair between his fingers. âyou work hard, and all your pictures come out so niceâŠâ the compliment hits your heart. âbut I couldnât risk the boys getting distracted.â
your face suddenly twists, lips pursing and jutting out just a bit, your brows pinch. your dewy makeup makes you look like a fucking doll, he thinks. âI was jusâ gonna take photos in the corner, not interview them,â you reply harshly.
âyou saw how they are when they talk to you,â he cuts in. your brow quirks, noticing his sharp inhale. âsweetheart, youâre hot.â
your face bursts into flames, pupils turning to literal swirls, and brain getting fried in seconds.
what?!
your reaction was priceless. toji controls his smirk, thumb brushing your adorable cheek, glancing at your glossy lips then your eyes. âI know youâre a professional, but most of those boys arenât, yâ understand?â
you nod, cheeks sizzling, youâre surprised his thumb isnât burning.
âso you see why I couldnât allow you in the locker room then, and i wonât next time,â he watches you nod again. god, youâre fucking precious.
then, your tongue wets your bottom lip before speaking⊠âare they the only ones that wouldâve been distracted?â
shit. can a grown man really pop a boner that fast?
tojiâs chest heats up, glancing between your pretty eyes filled with hope. this isnât the first time a younger girl has crushed on him, and it also isnât the first time heâs nice to one. but what really got him, is the way youâre maintaining eye contact, almost afraid to look away, and youâre holding your ground against him.
âno,â he admits, âtheyâre not the only ones.â
oh. your lips curve into a smile toji hasnât seen before, and his hand flexes in response. you look like youâre going to eat him alive right there, and heâd let you, no questions askedâ
âthatâs good to hear,â you pull away. you touch your heated cheek with the back of your hand, wetting your lip as you glance over the coachâs flushed face. âyour cheeks are red.â
what?! his eyes bulge, catching you off guard as you break into a loud laugh.
âtch,â he looks away, his own hand rubbing down his face. it really is burning out here. but even so, his emerald eyes look through his fingers at this pretty college girl laughing at him and he doesnât know why his chest warms at the sight.
âI can buy you ice cream. I feel bad now that you had to explain yourself when I was just being the unprofessional one,â you start, already leading him to the nearest ice cream booth.
your camera hangs over your shoulder as you point to your favorite flavor than glance up at him, he points at the cookies n cream. âoh! I love cookies n cream,â you say, reaching for your phone to pay.
ding.
your eyes widen as toji pays instead.
âwhaâit was supposed to be my treat, man,â you huff, accepting the cone he gives you, hand on your lower back as he guides you away from the booth. neither of you batting an eye to the multiple people gawking at the renowned coach of their soccer team, walking around with the hot, rude, student photographer.
âas if Iâd let you pay,â he snorts.
your brows pinch as you take a lick of your ice cream, the cool sensation leveling your body temperature. your eyes narrow at him as he enjoys his ice cream, grateful to have something that cools the heat building up under his skin. âso not fair,â you mutter.
âhow come?â
the two of you walk across the quad, sun still beating down.
âI wanted to use it as an apology,â you say, âI said that.â
âyou donât need to apologize,â he shrugs, casual, unbothered. you huff again. this time toji smiles, scar twitching up. âyou can pay next time.â
your heart skips a beat, stomach doing a stupid flip.
ââŠ.next time.â
toji catches the smile behind your cone, his eyes trailing over the ice cream coating your tongue, your pretty hand wrapped around the waffle as your bracelets clank around your wrists.
âthereâs other things you need to apologize for,â he coolly says, finding a bench and dropping his weight, eyeing you as you sit close beside him. unashamed.
your brow quirks, eyes narrowing, full body facing him, âwhat other things?â
toji shrugs, âwe can talk about it next time.â
âbut I canât just be left in suspense, thatâll give me anxiety?!â
toji snorts, loud. his big tongue is finishing the ice cream so quick heâs already eating the cone. âdonât be anxious,â he says with his mouth full.
you tsk, rolling your eyes, and you donât notice the twinkle in the older coachâs eyes. he can definitely see getoâs point about your attitude, but if he leans overâ
your eyes go wide. stomach flipping.
he takes a bold bite of your ice cream, emerald eyes shut, and thick lashes kissing his flushed cheeks. your heart feels like itâll break from your ribs, then, he opens his eyes. he doesnât pull away yet, instead his tongue cleans his lips, humming in low delight. the heat around you wasnât helping your own body temperature as it skyrockets.
âtasteâs sweeter than mine,â his voice his huskier than before, catching you by surprise, and the heat pools between your legs.
âiââ you canât even form words! your eyes wonât tear away from his lips, and your chest is moving erratically because heâs so close.
âdo you want a taste of mine. I took a bite without asking yoââ
his words cut the minute your lips press against his.
shock prevents him from reacting, eyes going wide. you gave in so quick, sure he was teasing, but still. he could feel the certainty in your kiss, along with the warmth, and anxiety. after a long ten seconds you pull awayâ
you pant against his lips, chest rising and falling, brain scrambled. âi jusââŠâ your heart is beating loudly in your ears. mind trying to keep up with what your body just did. you kissed him. you kissed the coach. the one youâve been idolizing and photographing for monthsâ
âwe can do it again.â his free hand tilts your chin up, lips hovering over yours again. his breath is warm. âkiss me.â
you do.
this time youâre a little bolder. your lips connect with his, soft again, sucking his bottom lip, skillfully. slowly. he brushes your jaw with his thumb, humming in delight just like he did with the ice cream. but the sound goes straight to your core. completely unbothered by the rowdiness of the uni day activities around you. your free hand rests on his thigh, leaning more into the kiss.
âopen,â you murmur against his lips. you can feel the the shit-eating smirk that breaks his face, groaning just low enough to make the heat furiously spread under your skin.
then, his lips part.
his tongue immediately connects with yours. caressing the wet muscle. he tastes the ice cream, delving a little more. it was just so easy taking control, and your little whines are too sweet for him to stop. his jaw opens wider, taking the lead as you follow. his hand cups the side of your face, unexpectedly possessive, ignoring the alarms sounding off in his head.
you had a crush, youâre fucking adorable, and you kissed him. plus, you make these cute sounds when he shoves his tongue against yours, thumb pressing into your cheek. how could he resist?
your grip against his thigh tightens, his back is pressed fully against the bench, while you were practically leaning over him, trying to swallow him whole.
âbreathe,â he mutters, lips hovering close, waiting for you to inhale. his scar quirks up, youâre so cute. his thumb brushes your cheekbone again, eyes glancing between your fluttering lashes. âif we keep kissing, Iâll have a problem.â
your face burns, eyes darting down to the tent pressing up near your hand. and unlike toji, you let your second ice cream of the day melt and fall to the ground. you were a mess. you carefully lean back in your seat, the sudden space between you allowing you to take another deep breath. being near coach toji is intoxicating. itâs not that you didnât feel like yourself, but you definitely throw all common sense out the door when heâs in front of you.
âare you staying to see the booths and stuff?â you clear your throat, trying to ease your erratic heartbeat.
toji finds it cute. his hand once cupping your face, slides down to brush the hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing the multiple earrings that dangle from your piercings. youâre much more stylish than he isâŠyour accessories, the cute tank top that hugs your breasts, and embroidered low rise flared jeans.
ânah, gotta drive back home so i can take my son to practice.â
toji eases, not a single thing can bother him. it was a routine, the subtle throw away line about having a son that scared off many young women, or had them wanting a one night stand with the older dilf. so his eyes flick over you, the second he finishes his sentence.
your freeze.
your blood runs cold, eyes flicking down to his ring finger.
even if youâre looking, you know he isnât married. you know. youâve been photographing him for months, and not a single time have you ever seen him daunt a ring on his finger.
âthereâs no one waiting for him at home?â you question, wetting your lip.
tojiâs fingers slide from your earrings to the dried ice cream on your chin. ânah, if Iâm late heâll go to his friends house.â
you nod, anxiety slowly dissipating. âhow old is he?â
âten.â
your eyes light up, âmy nephew is just a year older, thatâs when they get really fun to hang out with,â your voice is so light and sweet, toji has to shove down the weird somersault his stomach does.
âreally?â toji is not convinced. âall my son does is give me attitude and bully everything i do.â
you laugh, waving your hand, âyeah they get super opinionated, but itâs funnyâtrust trust heâs just doing it because youâre an easy target.â
âIâm an easy target.â
you nod, waving a hand again, âyour his dad, my brothers and i were the same to our parents.â
brothers? toji doesnât comment how that peaks his interest, but he naturally asks, âhow many siblings do you have?â
âthree older brothers,â you nod.
damnâŠ.toji hums, that explains your attitude and how you can handle getoâs bitchy moods. what also quietly settles in his mind is how your oldest brother would probably be around his age, considering your nephew is a year older than megumi. is that why youâre easily holding a conversation this longâŠmaybe the age gap isnât that big thenâŠ
âthey were so freakin bossy, definitely why i pushed to dorm away from them,â you huff, toji zoning back into your rambling. it was cute watching you talk mindlessly, hands waving making your bracelets clank against each other. the sweat glistened across your skin, making you look eternal, which is amusing since youâre just talking.
but still, toji is the one to lean up this time. his hand settling on your waist as a anchor and he presses a firm kiss to your warm cheek.
your glossy lips part in shock, heart stuttering again. unbothered, toji casually stands up, towering over you as his hand gently settles atop your head. âi haveâta get going, but Iâll see you next week for the match. Iâll also let em know you can come in before and after the game, but not during halftime. okay?â
you nod.
âIâll see yaâ sweetheart.â
and with a wink, he solidifies the fourth arrow straight through your heart.
â
it was very likely that your entire week looked like sunshine and rainbows, all because you had a full on make out session with your idol on a park bench. you couldnât bring yourself to care much about anything elseâwell except for your job. you had to scramble to get photos after toji left, afraid of staying on your editorâs bad side.
luckily you pulled through, and convinced him to keep you on for the semi final match this coming weekend.
which leads you to your current blissful state. watching toji speak to the team in the locker rooms. unlike last time, you grabbed different shots, smiling every time toji glanced at the camera, but frowning any time any of the other boys looked.
âsurprise surprise, couldnât stay away too long,â gojo cooâs after the team breaks to finish changing.
âdonât bother me or I wonât take photos of you,â you throw, eyes flicking up at the tall man.
gojo pouts, âbut Iâm just talking to you,â his words drag.
geto is scowling a few feet away, jaw tightening and relaxing, until he finally comes up to you. your attitude shifts, eyes narrowing up. geto holds eye contact, chest rising with a subtle inhale. but once he exhales, his shoulders ease, and his eyes close, the fakest smile youâve ever seen graces his naturally attractive features.
âIâm looking forward to seeing your photos after the game.â
your lips purse, brow quirking. âyeahâŠâ
geto leaves. shortly after, the team gets called out. gojo utters the same line geto had just said, but much more cheerfully, all while toji walks up to you. brow furrowing at the two athletes as they walk towards the exit.
âthey still bothering you?â
your eyes light up the moment you see him. âsâ fine,â your pretty lips pull into an easy smile, unexpectedly warming the coachâs heart. is it that easy to smile because of him?
âIâll tell them to fuck off again,â his voice is naturally deep, hand subconsciously roaming up to the strap of your camera.
you smile, âokay.â
god, youâre really cute. his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and easily locking lips with you.
youâre immediately caught off guard, but his hand is so firm on your cheek, you just melt. your lashes flutter shut, leaning in more. heâs so big and tall. your cheeks sting, humming against his lips, trying to fight off the butterflies in your stomach. but itâs worse when he pulls away, and your heart leaps into your throat as he brushes his rough thumb against your lip, dragging the spit across the plumpness.
âIâll câya after.â he winks.
you barely feel your feet when you step back out onto the field. your camera in hand, strap tight around your neck, everything exactly where it should be, and still, your entire body is giddy.
tojiâŠ.toji toji tojiâ
you press your lips together, trying to fight it down, but itâs useless. your mouth keeps twitching, threatening to break into a smile and you canât help it! he kissed you. twice now! like it was nothingâ
you snap a shot.
sukunaâs first goal. the team and stadium erupts, and youâre already capturing it, body moving before your thoughts can catch up. you donât need your editor screaming at you this time, so you shift angles, crouch lower, shoot through. geto lines up for a penalty shot, and you catch that too. the strike, the follow-through, and the way the net snaps back as the ball hits. you donât miss a second of it.
butâŠinevitablyâŠyour lens driftsâŠto him. you canât help it!
tojiâs on the sidelines, where he always is. his sleeves are pushed up again, pacing, shouting, running a hand through his hair. you catch the flex of his arm, his biceps bulge and you feel heat pooling between your legs. you catch the drag of his palm across his broad huge chest, the set of his jaw when gojo almost tackles into another player.
you shouldnât be taking this many photos of him. you know that, but you take them anyway. your chest feels tight with every picture, cheeks still burning, and your smile impossible to get rid of.
halftime comes and goes, and you donât even try to get into the locker room this time. instead, you linger with the rest of the press, nodding along to conversations, camera hanging loose in your hands. you donât care. not really. not when your mind keeps replaying itâhis hand on your face, the way he looked at you after, the wink.
the second half starts and youâre back in position immediately. getting more action shots of the playersâugh but you keep stealing other moments tooâŠsmall unnecessary ones. his biceps when he folds his arms. the scratch of his chest. the tilt of his head as he watches the field.
your thoughts donât stop. why did he kiss you? why did he kiss you again? what is that supposed to mean? is he going to kiss you again??
the spiral doesnât fully come to an end until the pitch breaks out into celebration. the team is off to the finals!
managers and the rest of the team flood the pitch as the stadium breaks out. you do your best to get the best shots of the team together, and you stay after to capture them talking to journalists, and press. unaware of the coach that slips away.
you follow the team and a couple managers back to the locker room as they continue celebrating. you canât help the smile about how happy they are, they played well.
âhow was the match?â geto corners you quickly.
âgood,â you nod casually, fixing your flash. âyou guys played really well.â
getoâs brow quirks. thatâs niceâŠ.his lips purse. âI scored.â he mutters, glancing at the multiple piercings on your ear as you tuck a hair behind it.
âyeah, it was a nice shot,â your eyes flick over your camera before glancing up to meet his eyes, testing, âyou wanna see?â
his eyes narrow again, âno.â
heâs quick to ignore your eye roll, as he points over his shoulder. âcoach is calling for you.â
you canât control the way your head whips to geto, then following the direction heâs pointing at. you donât hesitate, your legs carry you across the locker room, and into the steamed shower room.
your heart hammers against your chest, putting the lens cap back on your camera and carefully sliding it off your shoulder, afraid to step further in until you put it back in your bag.
a single curtain is closed. shower running.
âcoach toji?â your voice echos.
there a beat of silence, thenâŠ
âthat you, sweetheart?â
you flush. controlling the smile that breaks your face as you hum, âyeah.â
the shower is still running, steam collecting in the room. your heart is beating erratically, you barely register anything aside from the fact that coach toji is definitely one hundred percent fully nude just a few feet away. his clothes are laid on his duffle on the bench beside the door.
âsweetheart?â
you jump. âyeah?â
âyou gonna come in?â
you blink. again, then once more. thenâ âWHAT?â
your screech bounces off the tile floors, making you shrink at how loud you are. but it was a normal reaction. he just asked you if you wanted to come in? how else would you reactâ
âleave your things by my bag,â he doesnât even react, like what heâs saying is the most casual kind of flirting. the kissing was one thing, but thisâŠ
your camera is zipped back in your bag, and in seconds, youâre peeling your panties off standing completely naked in the middle of a shower room. goosebumps break out, necklace and bracelets still on as your nipples harden.
whatâre you doing, seriously?
one, this is highly unprofessional (whatever). two, you havenât even gone a date with this man. and three, w-why would he even ask you to come in?!?! does he like you?! he doesâhe has tooâ
your bare feet pad against the steamed tiles until you reach the curtains. your hands wonât stop shaking, face burning hot, and lips parting as you let out a shaky exhale. then, you slowly pull back the curtainsâ
âcome in before someone sees you,â is what you hear just as youâre being dragged into the steaming water, curtain pulled closed behind you.
the steam wraps around your skin instantly, thick and suffocating. your pretty nipples perk up in seconds. and standing right in front of you is the 6â5 two hundred pound man. water cascading down his body in slow, steady streams. you donât even realize youâve stopped breathing until your chest tightens, and your hands hover close to his forearm.
youâre so close.
your gaze is eye level with his broad solid chest, rising and falling slow and controlled like none of this affects him. like you standing in front of him naked is something he expected. but your too dazed to care. especially when you follow the droplets sliding over his muscles, catching the shallow lines as you continue going lower, and lower. the heat pools more obviously between your legs as you see the thick patch of dark coarse hairâŠthen you see it.
your face burns hotter, stomach flipping hard making you even dizzier.
his cock twitches under your gaze. your knees almost buckle just at the sight. itâs huge. you have to suppress a whine, lashes fluttering as you feel a strong hand cup your chin.
âsay hi first,â his voice is unbelievably deep, tearing your gaze away from the monster between his legs. his dark forest green eyes sink into you.
âhi.â
shit. he bites back a groan, eyes trailing down your naked body. nipples already perky and standing all pretty for him. his hand comes up, cupping the side of your face as he leans down, lips colliding with yours.
you whine immediately. your lips move together, tongues colliding as your hands slide up his muscular chest, feeling the deep ridges of his abs as he holds the side of your face, dominating the kiss.
it was overwhelming, the shower box, his body heat, his cock touching your thigh, it was all making you dizzy in the best ways possible. he pulls away, letting you catch your breath, but he stays close, brushing his lips over yours like itâs not enough. because it isnât.
âdid anyone see you come in?â he husks, hand still cradling your face as the other brushes your naked waist, pulling you closer. your skin is so soft under his palm.
âno,â you shake your head adorably, tongue poking out to wet your lip, âI donât think so.â
the older coach hums, his hands freely roaming your side as he nudges your nose with his. âgood,â is all he adds before he resumes the heated make out.
your tongues collide and caress, jaw falling slack as you moan a little louder when he grips your ass. groaning into your lip when your arms lock around his shoulders, wet chest pressing against his. you were such a sweet tasting girl.
his hand nudges your thigh. âjump.â
you gasp when he easily picks you up, back already pressed against the tiled wall. the hot water cascades down his back as he continues kissing you. âwere you mad at me?â
you pull away, breath hot as you glance at his features. heâs so handsome, your hand cups his face, pushing his drenched raven hair back. âwhy would I mad?â
âbecause I kept ya out during halftime.â
you shake your head, lips curving as you trace his wet eyebrows, chest rising and falling. âno,â you drawl, wetting your glossy lips again. âI was jusâ confused about how much you kiss me.â
his scar tugs up, biting back a smirk threatening to break free. âyou kissed me first.â
âthat one time.â
âyou started it,â he leans close, lips brushing yours, âso you canât blame me for getting hooked.â his eyes are lidded. âitâs really hard for me to break bad habits.â
this time you kiss me.
youâre so unbelievably hungry for this manâs affection, you can ignore all the blaring red light going off in your head. heâs so hot, heâs so big, and heâs so fucking sexy! your mind has been completely and utterly fried and you donât care.
âfuck, youâre dripping,â toji husks, his finger collecting your juices from your pussy, groaning at how turned you are. âkissing me makes ya feel that good? your cunt always dripping like a fountain?â
âyeah-aahââ your lips part as he shoves a finger inside. he groans against you, chuckling at the choked whines leaving your pretty lips, your nails dig crescents along his shoulder.
his lips trail down your neck, tongue flattening against the wet skin and licking until you squirm a cute whimper. his smirk is impossible to hold back. he sucks a dark bruise as another finger pushes in your fluttering hole.
âc-coachââ you gasp, lips so wet from spit. you try to look down at his fingers pistoning inside you. every muscle on his body flexing, keeping you up like you weigh nothing, while fingering you against the little shower wall. âfu-fuck, Iâm gonnaâcu-uhmââ
it really is too much for your obsessed brain.
coach tojiâs fingers are inside you. heâs kissing you like heâs hasnât pleasured a woman in years. and his groans are going straight to your pussyâ
âI wanââŠcoachââ your whine drawls a little longer, thighs shaking, and arms locking around him, head falling to neck.
the older man chuckles close to your ear, voice deep and husky as you fall apart, in his arms. hugging him like heâs your savior. his fingers curl, slowly pumping you through your orgasm. âthat was quick. my baby hasnât cum in awhile?â he says as a matter of a fact, but you just hug him closer, lips pulling away to trail kisses up his neck. your fingers coarse through the back of his head, grasping them as you kiss the corner of his mouth.
âitâs bâcause of you, toji.â you kiss his scar, panting as he pulls his fingers out and lifts you up suddenly, hooking his arm under your knee.
âyou want a good fucking princess?â
you nod frantically, cheeks dewy and stinging, as you glance over his face then his chest, then you feel his cock between your slick folds.
âitâs a big stretch,â he mutters against your lips. âyou saw.â
you nod, nervous stirring at the way heâs preparing you. but you donât break away. you doubt you physically can, when your mind is only screaming his name over and over.
âI can take it, coach,â you nod, determined.
âyouâre so fucking cute,â he snorts, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he kisses your lips in quiet reassurance. âever take a cock this big?â
you shake your head, water droplets falling from the tips of your hair. your pretty necklaces still wrapped around your neck, all wet and glistening between your perky breasts.
âitâll hurt,â he strokes himself underneath you, thumb running over his tip multiple times before lining it with your pretty clit and teasing you. âthen youâre gonna cry.â you gulp, nodding along. âthen youâre gonna tell me to stopââ
âI wonât!â
he snorts. âitâs okay if you do.â
you shake your head, âI wonât Iâll be okay. okay coach? I can take it, I wanâ you inside me. please.â
the tug to his heart is immediate. how can it not be when this cute hot girl is begging him to fuck her? but he canât even formulate this emotional string thatâs tying him to you. the only physical response coming out is this fucking erection that feels like the most painful shit heâs experienced, twitching after he first spoke to you and then again when you kissed him. surely itâs disgustingâŠ.an older man like him getting that quickly turned onâŠ
but maybe it was the way heâs only felt this tug in his chest one other time in his life, and even if it didnât end the way he wanted, he never regretted pursuing his baby mama.
so heâs all in right now.
âdeep breath, sweetheart.â
you inhale sharply, just as toji pushes his engorged tip past the tight rim of your pussy, and you suddenly clenchâ
âshit!ââ
your eyes widen, âI donât feel anything,â you mutter, glancing down to see his ears burning a deep shade of red.
âyour cunt squeezed me too early and shoved me out,â he wets his lips, as he crashes his lips against you. ârelax, baby,â he husks.
you whine against his dominating mouth, lower body relaxing as he lines up again and the moment you ease up, he snaps his hips in.
âangh!ââ
your jaw slacks, and he continues kissing, groaning at the unbelievable tightness thatâs squeezing every corner of his tip.
âMmm so warm, took me in good,â he groans, rocking his hips and grabbing a handle of your ass. âyouâre gonna make me feel good?â
you nod, lips connecting with his, itâs messy, teeth clashing, spit mixing.
tojiâs guttural groan echos through the shower, bouncing off the tiles as he rocks his hips, going in inch by inch, until heâs finally shoving his entire length deep inside your cunt with one mean thrust.
âfhuckââ he chokes, jaw slacking as you clamp around him again. âfull?â
you nod, brain scrambled as you glance at your tummy, cheeks stinging at the obvious bulge. âkeep going,â you pant, securing yourself better as he grunts, pulling out and snapping his hips back.
it was mind numbing, toji holding you up with his strong arms hooked under your knees, hands gripping each ass cheek as he ruts into you like a beast in heat. the squelch and clapping was deafening as it bounced off the walls, the steam enveloping you closer as your whines flow right into his ear.
ânghhhâgettinâ me worked up,â thrust. âwhen you squeeze me,â thrust. âwith this tight.â thrust. âfucking.â thrust. âcunt!â
his massive cock is stretching you in ways you never couldâve imagined. his blunt tip slams into your cervix with every thrust. your thighs shake, eyes filling with unshed tears as your nails dig into his tough skin.
âmâ s-sorryâhaah ah coaâahh! it feels sâ fuhhâfuhâme ple-easeeâahh!â your pretty lips were so glossy, drool coming down as water droplets fall from your pretty breasts with each vicious slam of his hips.
he was unforgiving. and his laugh like groan didnât help your pussy from fluttering and tightening around his chubby cock. you can feel every thick pulsing vein and ridge. it was numbing your brain to mush. your fingers curled into his hair, tugging as he gives your ass a mean, violent, spank!
âangh!â your eyes bulge, a wave of heat crashing into you.
toji laughs, gripping your ass as he quickens his pace. âadmit it,â he husks, voice condensing, and eyes dark with lust. âthis is what yaâ wanted.â youâre falling apart around his cock, and heâs not slowing down, even as the tears finally break, making you look even more irresistible. youâre gasping like you canât breathe. âyou always wanted the coach to fuck you. taking those dirty photos of my bulgeânghh!â thrust. âimagining how big my dick is.â thrust. âhow big is it baby, tell me.â thrust!
you were fucked dumb.
your face is flushed, eyes glossed over, as you whine like a full blown slut. and even with your two orgasms in a matter of minutes. your mind was still screaming one thing: toji.
âcâmon baby, I know youâre still with me,â he snorts, ears red, and body flushed with sweat as he feels his climax edge closer. âtell meâfuckâhow big is it?â
your stupid brain catches his words, and your fingers dig into his neck as you gasp and moan, the stimulation of his massive cock slamming into you was ruining you. mentally and physically. it was humiliating. but stillâŠ
âhaahâfuh itsâ itâs so bigâ i wanâ you to cum in me! please âwanâ your cum so bad, wanna feel your big fat cock cum inside my pussy tojiâahh!â
anothet sharp spank takes your breath away.
toji is at a loss.
his grunts grew louder and thrusts sloppier, until finally, he gave you one final thrust, and stilled. his ass tightens, body pressing you into the tiled walls, face buried in your neck, and teeth sinking into your shoulder. toji completely unravels in the shower, holding up a pretty college girl that whines so beautifully in his ear he thinks heâd never cum this hard again, but sure enoughâ
your adorable whine has him rutting shallow thrusts into your pussy, like a fucking dog. his cum pumping out as he continued stuffing you full, purposely milking out ever drop as his dark wet pubes rubbed against your puffy clit.
you both catch your breath. your lashes wet from tears, as the water from the shower head fills the silence. after a moment, toji pulls away from your neck, his lidded eyes, hypnotizing as he stares up at yours.
you donât know why you suddenly feel shy. your cheeks burn as the emerald irises bore into your own. lips parting, and a gentle hand coming up to his cheek. you brush back the raven hair flattening against his features, smiling softly when his full face comes into view.
and he couldâve sworn you looked like an actual angel at this moment.
your eyes twinkled above, face illuminating in the dark shower, and body glistening like youâre an eternal being.
âtojiâŠâ the soft call has his heart doing something it hasnât done in years. and that has his soft cock twitching inside you. âIâm,â you lean closer, arms wrapping around his shoulder, lips hovering near his, breasts smushed against his chest. your confidence comes back the moment you feel the man lean closer..but you continue. âI hope you donât thinkâŠi wanted to have sexâŠjust because i thought your dick was really big.â
toji blinks.
then he does the worst thing ever.
he laughs.
your cheeks sting, watching his head fall back in loud laughter. your hand flys to your face, embarrassed. âIâm being serious!â you yell.
toji laughs louder, body shaking as he lifts you up, his cock slipping out. he carefully sets your shaky feet down on the wet tile. the height difference returns, making you even more ticked off, your little attitude was oozing out, and his slick cock couldnât help but twitch against his thigh at your pouting.
god, youâre fucking hot.
he brings your attention back to him. hands cupping your face, tilting your head to look up at him. your brows are pinched together, and lips pulled in a subtle scowl.
toji smirks. âdonât worry, I know you also took pictures of my face.â
you flush, rolling your eyes. âthose were accidents.â
âso you just wanted pictures of my dick?â
your eyes widen, âno! i told you they were all accidents.â
toji clicks his tongue, leaning down to your level, making your tummy flip âyouâre fucking cute, but letâs not lie to adults.â
âIâm an adult though,â you raise a brow, pushing back, and god if that wasnât the hottest thing ever.
but still, tojiâs easygoing smile remains on his playful lips, âitâs embarrassing. i understand,â he softens the blow as your face heats. it was humiliating when he found those pictures, âtaking photos of the coach like that. but nowâs the time to take some accountability.â
you lick your teeth, eyes boring into him, narrowing. but itâs toji. toji is asking. and you canât hold back any longerâŠ
you exhale, glancing away, even though heâs still cupping your face. âyeah, obviously I took those photos on purpose,â your eyes meet. âhappy?â
water is still running down his shoulders as he keeps your face tucked carefully in his hands like youâre something precious despite the grin threatening to split across his face again.
but then toji smirks. âecstatic.â
your eyes narrow immediately, âyouâre so annoying.â
he huffs another laugh under his breath, quieter this time, thumbs brushing over your heated cheeks. standing this close to him is ridiculous now that the adrenalineâs settling. heâs huge. his broad chest still damp against yours, muscles flexing every time he shifts, towering over you while you stand there completely naked except for the necklaces youâre wearing. the little gold chains glisten under the shower head, delicate against flushed skin, and tojiâs eyes flick down to them for a second before returning to your face.
that look in his eyes makes your stomach tighten all over again. he knows heâs not trying to be mocking, or casual like before. itâs fondness.
âthose shots were real creative, sweetheart,â he says, voice rougher now. ânice and close too.â
you groan, immediately trying to shove his chest, but he barely moves. âoh my god, can you let it go already?â
âcanât,â he answers easily. âbeen thinkinâ about it for weeks.â
your face burns hotter. weeks?!
toji watches it happen in real time, watches the attitude crack just enough for embarrassment to slip through, again. and it does something terrible to him. youâre sharp with everyone elseâcool, hard to impress. heâs seen it. seen the way you brush off gojo and geto without a second thought. but with him? you melt.
even now, glaring up at him with your brows pulled tight, lips still swollen from kissing, legs trembling from the multiple orgasms, trying so hard to stay irritated while your body keeps betraying you. itâs fucking adorable.
âdonât look at me like that,â you mutter weakly.
âlike what?â
âlike you know things.â
his grin widens instantly. âbut i do know things now.â
what proceeded after was the thirty something year old coach, dropping to his knee and lifting your leg up, burying his face between your legs like a starving man. your lips part in shock.
but still, as toji works your pretty body to another orgasm, tongue shoved inside, cleaning this little pussy up, jaw slack as he gulps down his own cum. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging whenever heâd give your clit a mean rough suck, cheeks hollowing. his hand, grips your ass from behind, squeezing and slapping as he pleased, until you were falling apart.
afterwards, he cleaned you up. this time with some soap. his big hands roamed your body, every crevice and curve, hands massaging your breasts as he had your back pressed to his chest, chuckling when youâd whine. thumbs tugging playfully. hand rubbing between your legs, head tucked in your shoulder as he watches your smaller hands hold his forehead, face hot.
âtoji,â you whine, embarrassed, as he teasing a finger against your hole again.
âwhat,â he smirks, watching your reactions, âIâm jusâ cleaning you up.â
heâs a fucking perv. but still, he teases you through the whole shower, keeping you close to his body and even letting you wash his back, admiring the muscles and ink that decorate his skin.
eventually, he steps out first, keeping you inside so he can grab an extra towel. his own wrapped around his waist.
that was the start of all of it.
three months laterâŠ.
you and shoko are sitting out in the quad. table covered in assignments and forgotten laptops. all while you explained to shoko how your weekend went.
âno, we definitely got along. megumi is so cute!â you gush about the ten year old, describing how your first meeting went. toji had spoken about you enough to prepare megumi, waiting until the right time to introduce you both.
and now, youâre going to every single one of their soccer games, toji and megumiâs.
and eventually, after another hour passes by. a group of athletes comes walking down the path. covered in sweat, holding their duffles, and behind them is a very hot coach, already breaking into a smile when you jump up.
âtoji!â
it was a routine. your arms thrown around his shoulders, as he lifts you up with one hand. zero regard for any pda, as he kisses you deeply. smiling as you hum, pecking him over and over.
âwhy do you guys look like that?â shoko grimaces, looking at gojo and geto who look far worse than the rest of the team that leave.
geto scowls, glaring at his best friend, âfucking coach overhead him again.â
shoko shakes her head, rolling her eyes, at the white haired idiot. âyou need to stopââ
âitâs been three months and sheâs not over that old man?!â
âheâs not even that old!â shoko defends.
but gojo scowls harder, glancing over his shoulder at you laughing and talking, hands animated, like the man in front of you was holding the world. âitâs always the mean girls.â
shoko frowns, âyouâre messed up in the head.â
but even geto narrows his eyes when toji wraps a possessive arm around you, glaring up at the two players.
it was clear as day.
youâre his.
a/n: this was LOONG overdue, mb guys!!! but i hope you all enjoyed it!!! ahhhh i love coach toji sososososo muchâlike its a serious problem, i cant make reader behave normally when its toji, like she has to be obsessed with himmm
anyways, the next oneshot will def be the frat gojo fic! possibly thinking of frat geto after this oneshot too bc i put in some little easter eggs about how they both kinda lean into mean girls so stay tuned! â (divider by @/strangergraphics)
In which you have reunion sex with hubby, Marine!Toji ;)
âYou been letting other men touch this pussy?â
Delirious, you answer with a garbled no.
Tojiâs chuckle is mean and condescending, and the dastardly sound shoots straight to your pulsing clit. You cream even more around his massive cock, which stretches you out beyond imagination.
ââcourse not. This tight,â thrust, âfucking,â thrust!, âcunt,â thrust!, squelch!, squeeeelch!,âonly wants me, doesnât it?â He looks down to where youâre sinfully connected, tongue wetting his bottom lip at the sight of the glistening white ring around his base. âYeah, doll. Missed you too. Donât worry, gorgeous -hngh, fuck- g-gonna take care of ya, alright? Sargeâs gonna fuck you real good. You want that, ma?â
âNo,â you moan, ass rocking back into his pelvis, chasing the fullness. âWant Toji to fuck me.â A sudden whine escapes you; you swear his cock just got even bigger.
He hooks a thumb into your other hole, keeping you so full you canât think of anyone but him. Toji drawls, âYou got it, babygirl. Just don't be complaininâ when youâre too sore to lift a finger tomorrow.â
âWhatever, youâll do everything for me anyway.â
Toji grins. âDamn right.â
His hips are relentless â pummelling into your pussy with no mercy, no respect, no consideration for how many orgasms heâs already rammed out of you. Nothing matters more to him than feeling every part of your body, both outside and inside: not the fact that youâre both drowning in sweat, not the stickiness of your combined juices, and especially not the creak in his bones warning him he should be resting, not fucking his wife into the next year.
Reunion sex always turns out like this: rough and messy and ruled by pure, animalistic instinct. Making love and cuddling come laterâwhen youâre too tired to keep your eyes open, when your stomachs are grumbling, and the light filtering through the curtains shifts from streetlight to sunrise.
Hickeys and bite marks litter both your skins. You love covering his new scars with them â something about pretending he hadnât been somewhere terrifying, doing things heâd never be able to speak of to another soul again, wondering if heâd ever see you.
Most times, he tires himself out and ends up dozing off on your tits or your back, drooling and still balls-deep inside you. Sometimes, howeverâŠsometimes he overstimulates himself into an absolute emotional trainwreck.
âOh god, baby,â he rasps, scarred lips grazing the curve of your neck, tasting the salt on your skin. âI missed ya. Missed you so -hah-fucking much. Thought Iâd âfuck, loosen up for me, baby, gonna make me cum too soonâ t-thought Iâd lose my mind without you. You ainât mad at me, are ya mama? Ainât gonna leave, right? Donât know -ngh- what Iâd do without you, baby. God, never gonna -hic!- leave you again. Promise, gorgeous. Ah s-shit, gonna cum.â
Maybe he cries into your hair. Maybe he doesnât. Whatever the case, heâs here. Heâs home. And heâs holding you like you might slip away.
That's all that matters.
Yearner!Toji... an underrated art
warnings. mdni. gojo accidentally puts u in a mating press during a playfight, dry huming + cumming in pants.
Satoru Gojo is built like a fucking tank and itâs no exaggerationâbroad-shouldered, firm, and heavy. Built with a density that makes the air around him feel thin. Itâs most obvious when heâs fresh from the gym, black compression shirt stretched over his frame, tracing the hard line of his chest and the way his biceps coil with the slightest twitch of his fingers.
Itâs why you keep baiting him into these meaningless little skirmishesâsoft provocations just to feel the sheer, overwhelming force of him. To let him catch your wrists and remind you exactly how easily he can fold you into the floor.
Your lungs burn already. Youâre shoving, palms flat against the unyielding fabric of his shirt, straining until your muscles shake. But itâs useless. Thereâs a pronounced imbalance in physical strength, not that youâre complaining (obviously), but he could at least pretend there isnât and budge a little, for the sake of your dignity.
âShit, âtoru,â you grunt, the words squeezed out of your chest. âHow much⊠do you even weigh? Feels like im trying to push a fuckinâ sumo wrestler off me or some shit.â
He lets out a huff of a laugh then looks down at you with a lazy smirk. His chestâs rising and falling in a steady rhythm that mocks your ragged gasps. Youâre throwing your entire weight into him, and it barely registers as a nuisance.
âBaby are you serious? A sumo wrestler? Thatâs harsh, Iâm definitely more aerodynamic than that.â he murmurs, playfully whilst continuing to watch you struggle against his solid frame with a look of secret amusement. âCâmon. Put your back into it, Iâm barely even trying yâknow?â
He sounds too pleased with himself. Your brows pinch together, jaw tightening as your teeth grind in contained irritation. This was your idea, but your competitive streak is now insisting this was, in fact, a bad idea. Frankly, itâs the tone you canât stand, speaks like heâs graciously humoring a toddler. You want to hurt him. Or, failing that, at least remind him that gravity is supposed to apply to him, too.
So, you move. You hook your arms around him, your legs following suit as you try to wrench the momentum and roll him. For a split second, he shiftsâand there is hopeâthen his hand, massive and quick, snaps around your ankles mid-air and hope is fleeting.
He forces your legs up and back, folding you like a pretzel until your heels are practically tucked behind your ears. Itâs a position youâve been put in many times, but not outside of the bedroom. It makes your skin crawl with heat. Youâre exposed, crotch pressed into his. Your tight athletic shorts cling to your puffy folds and offer zero protection from the pressure of him.
âOkay, Satoru, what the fuck?â you choke out, blood rushing to your head.
âShit reflex,â he laughs, sending a vibration through your trapped body. His crystalline eyes are dark, tracing the way youâre pinned underneath him. âMy bad, baby.â
âYouâre a dick. Let go.â
Naturally, he ignores you entirely and does the opposite with an infuriating grin that has him looking way too attractive for someone being this much of a prick.
âHow about in a couple seconds, hm?â, His grip on you tightens and he hitches his hips forward, growing cock rubbing right against your clothed-cunt, âShe feels soft. Havenât rubbed up on her like this in a while, miss it.â
You look up and his white hairâs disheveled from and thereâs a deep flush on the tips of his ears. Heâs so pretty. It sucks how that face lets him get away with being such a degenerate.
âFine,â you breathe out, the word caught in your throat. âJust make it quick. My legs are gonna cramp if you keep me locked like this.â
You donât need to tell him twice âcuz heâs already humping into your pussy like an animal in heat. His sweats are thick, but they do nothing to hide the rock-hard length of him. Each time he drives his hips home, heâs grazing your clit through the dampening layers. Heâs got your pretty pussy leaking like a broken faucetâslick patch spreading on the fabric. Each blunt shove against your folds drags a broken, messy string of moans out of you that you can't even try to swallow.
âShit, feels so good,â he groans into your ear, body getting heavier, slumping on top of you, âweâŠfuckâwe should play fight more often. Yeah? Howâs that sound?â
He presses his mouth against yours, tasting like fruity flavored gum and sweets. Youâre swallowing his moans, your own breath hitching as he keeps up his bruising pace. Then one final, harsh shove and he goes rigid. His eyes go semi-wide, pupils blown out and unfocused, fixed on nothing as his brain shorts out. Before you realize thereâs already a heavy dampness flooding the space between you, white stringy liquid soaking through the fabric of his sweats and bleeding right into your own clothes.
He doesn't move for a long minute, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Then, slowly, he lifts his head and lets out a long exhale, his chests heaving and his signature smirk replaced by a look of daze.
"Well," he rasps, a lazy, lopsided grin slowly pulling at his mouth. "Think Iâll give you the win on that one. Though, you're a mess, babe. Completely soaked."
He pulls back just an inch, cartoonishly blue eyes tracking the damp mess of your shorts, "Pretty sure you're gonna need a shower to get all that off you.â He pauses, smiling at you cat-like, âWant to go see if I can fit in there with you? I promise to help with the hard-to-reach spots."
+ another dry humping post act shocked. ty sichee 4 proofreading @ouist
+ hihihi @briarfaerie @thceseus
18+. đđđ'đ #đđđđđ đđđđđ !
cw: coworker!toji, workplace sÄx, fingĂ«ring, dry hĆ«mping, p w plot, pĂ€lming, ĂŽrÇl. art by o6frog on twt ! đČ .ËË á”á”
âTOJI FUSHIGURO IS DEFINITELY A B MINUS,â
lunch break at goldman sachs means jam sticky on your fingers & shokoâs bleary eyes. beside you sheâs plum cheeks & lashes fluttering, lips smudged with brownie-choc & something else she swears isnât laced with weed.
âthatâs not very generous. i thought you liked the guy.â
and you do. toji fushiguro is a man divorced with broad chest & tired eyes. but even thick arms & bulging pectorals arenât enough to earn a print grade of D++.
ânot to the point that iâd lie to myself,â you click your tongue. âsee how the peak of his crotch rests right below the middle? thatâs a B minus.â
two cubicles & a half-opened laptop away, toji fushiguro is there.
sleeves folded over thick forearms, glasses heavy on sunken nose. and his eyes? low & lazy & gazing nowhere near your direction. and youâd worn this skirt just for him !
you shake the thought away. beside you, shoko smushes a palm against her cheek.
âi think youâre wrong.â
âhm?â
âhave you seen how he walks?â shoko leans in, eyes glimmering. âslow. heavy. like heâs weighed down by the sheer mass of it,â she licks her canines,
âthat man is packing.â
âbut the print chartââ
âfuck the print chart,â shoko interrupts. âi say we investigate.â
INVESTIGATION #1 : COMPANY GYM
the company gym is mirrored walls / sweat-soaked skin / air heavy with the haze of midsummer heat. somewhere between the barbell racks & bench press machines, your palms bruise red from the weight of a dumbbell.
toji fushiguro has the body of a god.
you wonât admit it, though. wonât even look at it. even now youâre low lashes trained on shoko sprawled against her mat. said girl is shameless & gawky & wide-eyed.
âshoko,â you hiss. âstop staring.â
âi canât! his waist is too slutty!â
your tongue licks your canines. girls like you donât feel the need to sneak a peek. toji fushiguro is a man who knows he will never be refused. to seduce you, heâd need more than broad back or slow gaze or thick thighâ
oh my!
you only see it for a second, really. he shifts & the material clings far too tightâstretching & dipping just enough to outline his cock; thick & fat & far too heavy against his right leg.
âbitch. did you fucking see that?â
âsee what?â
girls like you tell lies like theyâre gospel. even now, shokoâs shoving your side, spitting something about âplaying hard to getâ & just âsneaking one more glance.â
you do. lashes low. lips half-bitten. eyes on the mirror because girls like you canât look men like toji in the face.
your cheeks burn hot when your eyes lift.
toji fushiguro is already looking at you.
PRINT ASSESSMENT : B(+) FOR BIASED.
DIHVESTIGATION #2: BOARDROOM 4-B
one half-drunk coffee browning at the rim. two men with glasses who donât know how to murmur. in boardroom 4-B, there are three reasons why you canât fucking focus.
reason number one: toji fushiguro is staring at you like he knows how you taste when you lie.
it shouldnât bother you, really. 3PM at goldman sachs means company whiteboards & stock market projections. this afternoon youâre buttoned blazer & tight skirt & tighter bun. thereâs a clipboard in your hands & two knots in your gut.
youâre presenting something about liquid assets. tojiâs gaze has liquid pooling between your thighs.
the nerve of him. toji fushiguro has a pen in his teeth & a tie half-loose. his glasses slip low on his nose, chair leaning, thick arms crossed over thicker chest. & his eyesâglazed over & half-liddedâblink slow. heavy & bored & flitting to your hips before glancing away like you donât even exist.
the projector goes out.
& itâs a good thing it does. itâs hard to talk about assets when tojiâs got you wishing his shove through your pussy. you bite your lip, thighs aching like a fucking virgin. down the table, shoko notices.
IT girl shoko ieri doesnât stand up.
she should. youâre already irritated & itâs her fucking job for christâs sake, but shoko seems to have other plans. instead she turns to toji,
âmr. fushiguroâdo you mind getting that? youâre closest to the port.â
toji doesnât mind. at least, thatâs what it looks like. he gets up, body all spine & lazy muscle, and stops just in front of you.
âsâcuse me, miss,â
he lowers himself to pick at the wires by the screen. youâre quick to clamp your thighs shut & pray he doesnât catch your soaked panties or the way they cling between your folds.
you also pray he doesnât catch the way your eyes flick to his crotch.
& god, heâs huge; thin slacks not bothering to hide his shape in his pants. heâs thick. so thick you canât guess if heâs hard & bulging or some sort of monster even when soft or if his cock would twitch if he shoved it right into your aching cuntâ
your thighs squeeze. thereâs three crevices in your palm where your nails dig into your skin & your knees feel weak & god why the fuck is he so hot? his hairâs all messy & shirt half-unbuttoned so when you sneak a peek, his chest peeks back.
you bite your lip & sneak a peek at his face as well.
toji fushiguro does not peek back.
heâs consumed by the wires it seemsâshuffling cables; one arm lifting to rest on the chair beside you & unavoidably bracketing your knees. youâre leaned back against the wall now, chest heaving, thighs shut, lashes fluttering because tojiâs nose sniffles & itâs so fucking cute.
& so fucking annoying. because youâve used your pretty heel to nudge him twice now & heâs still plugging wires like he canât feel your thigh brush hot against his arm. like he canât hear how heavy youâre breathing, or the soft squelch under your skirt when he leans so close you have to shift away. like he canâtâ
âlegs,â he mutters.
you shift your heel back, cheeks ripe-red & sweltering hot.
toji drops a cable. arms on his knees now, still crouched low, bleary eyes flicking up to yours. thereâs only silence for a beat, and then he stands up slow. heavy. you donât miss the soft knock of his cock against his crotch.
you gulp.
toji stretches. gaze low, eyes somewhere too close to your skirt.
âfix that.â
toji doesnât clarify as he turns to leave.
PRINT ASSESSMENT: D(-) FOR DICKHEAD.
DIHVESTIGATION CUT THE EYE TAG Nâ FUCK THIS CUNT !
5PM at goldman sachs & thereâs an elbow wedged between your ribs.
the elevatorâs fullâtoo fullâ& youâre too foolish; and the bone in your rib clearly isnât yours. to your left thereâs a man in khaki suit & beach blond hair & heavy goggles. the man on your right has pearl white hair & talks to him a mile a minute.
behind you is something hard.
but your body knows the scent of maroonâs dogwood et tabac. behind you toji fushiguro is leaning, hands heavy on the rail behind him, crotch conveniently caught behind your ass.
the elevator air is sticky as a chewed prayer. the first time you grind against toji, itâs purely by accident.
too many bodies press together, sweat-slicked & aching in the midsummer heat. the elevator stutters & you can only shift back, backside dragging over his semi-hard cock.
the second time you grind against him, your hips are the culprit.
not you, your hips; because girls like you have bodies with minds of their own so you can only bear witness as they rub against his crotch. heavy. slow. assisted by the weight of two grown men pressing beside you every time the elevator simmers.
behind you, toji hasnât tensed.
in fact, he yawns. like he hasnât noticed you frotting on his cock. like his dick isnât semi-hard & kissing your ass beneath your skirt.
heâs so fucking frustrating.
so you stop for now. even your hips know better than to lie to you twice. you try to move forward, keyword: try, but the elevator slams to brake & youâre shoved against tojiâs chest.
big hands catch your hips automatically. you muffle a squeak. how cute.
but youâll never know if toji thinks the same because he only grunts behind you, sound rumbling through his chest. the elevator fills out quickly, too many footsteps eager to find home.
itâs time for you to find home, too. heaven knows this workday has filled you with embarrassment.
youâre about to step off when toji pushes the emergency stop button.
you only realize it when you bump against his back. you blink once, twice, & toji turns to you with lips ticked up in a smile too cruel to be kind.
âyou gonna pretend you donât know why i did that?â
you tell lies like theyâre gospel so you play the fool. âi have no idea what youâre talking about.â
you say it with clicked tongue but blisters swell where your thighs touch. thereâs a heat on your cheeks that you canât itch away.
toji laughs, shakes his head. the sound is close to guttural.
âheard you and shoko at lunch earlier,â he muses, voice low & steps heavy. âB-minus, was it?â
âwhat are youââ
a palm pats your cheek. heavy, hot. ârubbing up on me like a bitch in heat. that desperate to find out, miss?â
you shiver against his touch, neck hot, thighs burning. tojiâs thumb drags at your lip. the other hand slips towards his pants.
heâs palming himself now, gripping at his crotch, moulding & pressing as you suck air in with glossy eyes.
âdonât be shy,â he murmurs. youâre still rag dolled in front of him, shaky knees & lust-glazed eyes. his palm leaves his crotch to take yours gently, so gently, & you almost moan when he presses it to his hard, swollen cock.
fuck.
âeasy,â he rasps, low. youâre half-bitten lips now, pupils blown & palms playing with his zipped-up cockhead. his pants twitch with each clothed rub, & your body has a mind of its own so you whimper.
âwanna take it out for me, miss?â
âyesâi mean, yes.â
you donât miss the tug of his lips. the expression he wears is close to mocking but youâre half-devil half-girl so you zip him free anyways. he springs free & god heâs huge. veiny & thick & tip an angry pink.
toji pumps himself, horny & pulsing with each stroke. his thighs twitch like it fucking hurts.
âknees, dollface,â heâs breathless now. âtell me iâm a B with my cock stuffed in your throat.â
toji fushiguro doesnât need to tell you twice.
you sink obediently, palms resting at his thighs. you reach to cup his dick but it only slaps against your face.
âtits out, doll. wanna watch âem bounce while you suck me.â
& youâre half-devil half-girl so you obey immediately; knuckles shaky & fingers clumsy against your buttons. toji sighs & snaps them open with a grunt.
âcanât do anything rightâŠâ
he murmurs but youâre peering up at him with doe eyes. toji thinks youâre so fucking cute, hot cheeks & clenching thighs & a nose that scrunches in self-denial. ten minutes ago you were rubbing against his cock. five minutes & you were telling him otherwise.
nevermind that, though. heâs always wanted your glossy lips wrapped around his dick.
& the precum on his tip makes them glossier. tojiâs got his head tipped back now, thighs twitching, hips thrusting himself into your hot mouth. the sight of your pebbled nipples glistening with sweat makes him groan, & you pump his cock & suck so good he thinks he might be seeing stars.
âmmâfuck, thatâs it,â he rasps, âthatâs good, sâgood, miss.â
you lick a stripe up his slit. toji shivers.
& youâre a devil of a girl so you take it a step further. your thighs squeeze, & the soft squelch of your panties stick to his ears. you take your other hand & fondle with your perky nipples.
âfuckââ
but toji doesnât let you continue. he yanks you by the hair just as his cock twitches, pulsing & sputtering with sticky precum.
âup,â he rasps, pulling at your waist, âget up.â
youâre only in his arms for a moment before he gets to work, neck flushed & rock hard against you. heâs much too rough in folding up your skirt, dragging it up so your ass spills out & the cool air licks your panties.
âbeen so fuckinâ noisy,â his fingers rub circles on your juicy clit, âsoaked & begging for me since the meeting. thought i wouldnât fucking notice.â
heâs muttering more to himself than you, pressing his thumb to your panties before he somehow gets annoyed & slides them away. youâre slobbering on his fingers now, sticky & drenched & squelching with each pump.
âmhmâright there, ahââ
âquiet,â he hisses with two fingers in your folds. heâs pumping them in & out now, brows furrowed, hair sweaty, dick impossibly hard. you go limp against him, tits smushed against his chest as he works to stretch you out; cockhead still poking against your swollen clit.
âso fucking tight,â he rasps. âgod, baby. whyâs your pussy so fuckinâ tight.â
toji fushiguro is big man with little patience. so when he circles your swollen clit one more time, your thighs trembling against him, youâre not too surprised when his palm shifts back to his cock.
heâs still got a palm on your hip, heavy & aching. he pumps himself two more times before kissing the crook of your neck against his chest.
âgonna stuff you with my cock,â heâs pumping harder now, lips brushing just under your jaw. âthat okay, sweetheart? want my B-minus cock in you? or is that not big enough?â
âitâs big! so bigâplease tojiââ
âso cute,â itâs almost a laugh now, guttural & vibrating through your chest. he hooks your thigh up with an arm. âstarinâ at my cock and rating it with your friend. shoulda stuffed it in you ages ago.â
& he does. he strokes your clit once before pushing himself in, pussy sputtering & spitting around him. your walls streetch, velvety & aching, hips twitching as you clench around his cock.
âmâsorry! so sorry, canât take anymore, pleaseââ
he only shoves himself deeper as you cry over his cock. heâs panting now, groaning, palm shaky as he grips your thigh. âlook at meâthis feel like a B to you? canât even take B-grade dick, hm?â
he thrusts into your squelching pussy as you go limp against him, lashes fluttering, lips bitten hard as your nipples drag against his chest.
âitâs a D! fuck, tojiâ!â
he slides his dick out as your pussy sputters; walls cumming, body aching & tingly on his chest. tojiâs got his dick in his palm & pumping slow; thick white cum dripping out with each stroke. âmhmâŠfuck.â
youâre still breathing heavy on his chest, nipples budded & glistening with sweat. against you toji shoves his dick back in his pants, breath heavy, tugging on his zipper as his thumb slips low to circle at your swollen clit.
your lashes flutter open to peek at his jaw. toji fushiguro is already looking at you.
his eyes are low, grin sleazy.
âstill a B?â
your eyes flutter shut. what a fucking bastard.
PRINT ASSESSMENT : A(-) FOR FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.
catch print, end.
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âź warning! don't ever agree to help gym coach!toji with his sit-ups âžș unless you wanna end up with his dick stuck inside you.
"yo, help me out with my sit ups."
you just held a damn plank for three minutes, your white top was soaked through, sticking to your belly, under your tits, and your spine. you straight up felt like you're gonna croak any second.
the gym was ghosted, the lights were dimmed to a low glow â like when the place is about to close, but someoneâs too lazy to kick the last few freaks out. nobody worked out this late. nobody except for one psycho.
toji fushiguro. your massive, hot-as-fuck trainer. he sat on a bench by the rack, lazily re-wrapping his wrists.
"toji, i swear, i'm gonna pass ouâ"
"just shut your damn mouth and get over here."
you sighed 'cause it was pointless to argue with him and headed over. he was already on the mat by the time you hit the stretching zone. shirtless, pants hanging so low you could see his happy trail, and rockin' that signature smirk.
"get over here."
you sat on his knees like you did a hundred times before, but today everything felt off. toji grabbed your waist and yanked you up onto his thighs, right on his bare, rock-hard cock.
god-tier cock. huge, veins popping and throbbing at the base, with a thick head already leaking pre-cum. you felt it even through your shorts. "toji⊠people will seeâŠ"
"shhh. you earned a treat, you worked so hard today."
he started moving you back and forth slowly, making your shorts rub against him, but you still felt how hard he was and how he kept twitching under you. "we ain't supposed to⊠mmnh⊠if they see us..."
he didn't even let you finish, just hoisted you up with one hand 'cause his left one was gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks. he jerked your panties and shorts to the side and sat you down on his dick. the whole damn thing.
you let out a loud moan â couldn't help it, couldn't even catch your breath because he filled you up to the hilt. you slapped a hand over your mouth right away, digging your fingers into your lips, terrified someone might hear.
after all, you were in a public gym.
"watch that pretty mouth," he purred. "we don't want 'em to catch this fine little pussy swallowin' her coach's cock, do we?" his dick was tearing you up inside, your muscles twitching all crazy around him trying to take it all, but it was too much. you just sat there frozen, shaking and wet, with your mouth wide open, just letting out a silent sob.
"count." he sits up. you feel his abs tighten under your fingers, the way they crunch as he curls up. his shoulder blades leave the mat and that dick inside you moves â up, even deeper if that's even possible, and you feel it hittin' so damn deep.
"onâ hahh!" a high, whiny moan rips out of you. you can't catch it, can't close your mouth â you just roll your eyes back and dig your nails into his shoulders, making him laugh. "i said count." his hand stays on your thigh, keeping you from just riding him like a total slut and screaming his name through the whole gym. "that one didn't count. start over."
he slowly sinks back to the mat, his cock almost slips out an inch, maybe two â and you feel every single vein as it slides. right until itâs almost gone.
your hips twitch on their own â you just wanna drop down and feel him inside. "h-nngh! toji...hnnn! just stop bein' such an asshole!"
he peeps you with a raised brow. "babe, i'm gettin' old. ain't gonna wait all night."
"onâŠ"
"can't hear ya."
"one! mmnghh!"
he lifts his torso again, muscles rolling under his skin. he comes all the way up until you're face to face, his cock plunges back in â deep and hard. "h-ahh! two! two!"
you wanna lean on his shoulders or his chest, but he catches both your wrists with one hand and yanks them up. your palms end up over his head, your back arches, and your chest pushes forward, showing off your rock-hard nipples. he leans in and licks 'em right through the top, then takes one in his mouth and starts sucking. there's a wet spot on your top when he pulls away. "such a good girl."
then his hand slaps your ass, making a loud smack echo through the gym. he goes down â and up again, crunch after crunch. he works like a piston, driving you onto his dick with every single lift.
on the sixth rep, you feel a knot tighten inside you. "nngghh! t-toji! i'm gonna cum, oh god, i'm gonna cum right now!"
he speeds it up. the crunches get shorter, meaner. his upper part is working at the limit â you see how strained his muscles are, how the sweat glistens on his belly. his breath gets shaky and raspy.
he hoists his hips up, going in as deep as it gets, and stays like that for a few seconds. his dick is so deep you feel it throbbin' inside.
"one left. c'mon, babe."
he lifts his torso one last time â your legs are shaking in a cramp, wrists still pinned up, you can't move, just grinding your hips in circles. "mmgh! haa-aahh! i'm cummin', i'm cummin', i'm cummin'! tee-e-en! nngghh!"
you come with a loud moan, couldn't even stifle it â no air to breathe, no brain to think. just wave after wave rolling through you, muscles clenching around his cock all jerky and greedy, squeezing every drop out of him.
suddenly, the lights flick on and you hear a muffled voice. "what the fuck are y'all doin' in here?"
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sukuna has a crush and of course it's a troublesome one
Sukuna is a wall of muscle and ink, a star linebacker with a stellar GPA and a reputation for breaking hearts as easily as defensive lines. But standing on the sidewalk, he feels like a toddler again.
His mother and his best friend Gojo's mom are fussing over them, fixing their collars and smoothing out their shirts, completely ruining their untouchable personas, cameras clicking for âfirst last dayâ photos.
âLook at my big boys!â Gojo's mom sniffles, holding up an old polaroid from the early 2000s of two chubby-cheeked toddlers, wearing the similar red and blue outfits like the grown men are right now.
âFeels like just yesterday they were peeing in the kiddie pool together,â Sukuna's mom croons with misty eyes as her best friend hugs her.
Warmth licks at the tips of Sukuna's ears as he whips his head around to make sure no one else heard that. âMa,â he grits out quietly with a pointed look that she waves off.
âGood times, Mrs. Itadori,â his snowy-haired best friend chimes in that smooth, honeyed voice of his, ever the suck up.
âSmile, Ryo-chan! Hold the sign higher!â his mother chirps, nodding at him to lift the âSenior Year!â sign that's painted with pastel flowers.
Gojo is unashamed, cerulean eyes gleaming as he's grinning blindingly with an arm draped over Sukuna's stiff shoulders. The pink-haired man, however, is busy dying of heatâuntil he sees you.
You're walking across the quad, a vision in a pink off-shoulder top, denim jeans and heels. Your sleek hair is pinned up with a literal pencil, and your eyeglasses catch the sunlight like a teasing wink. You have one earphone in and a bag with the college logo embroidered on the front, decorated with cute pins.
And you're the most breathtaking girl heâs ever seen.
Brows knotting, a pensive look creases his inked features as he tries to put a name to your face. Even with his impressive memory that could tell him the exact date and time of an interaction, he comes up short. He really hasn't seen you before and it's unsurprising as he'd never forget a face like yours.
When you catch his frowning stare, you don't recoil. Instead, you grace him with a polite, endearing smile, your lips shimmering with gloss.
The coral haired man is instantly dazzled as he gives you a dopey grin back before realising the absolute mortifying situation he's currently in.
You do too, of course you do.
Seeing the two giant athletes being coddled by their mothers, you let out a soft, amused giggle before disappearing into one of the buildings.
Sukuna's heart does a strange, painful somersault. He is hooked.
Ten minutes later, he and Gojo slump into their Advanced Robotics seats.
âYou good, Ryomen?â His best friend nudges him, silvery brows arching at the odd, spaced-out look on his friend's face. Nowhere near his usual scowls.
Blinking out of his stupor of replaying the scene from earlier, Sukuna clears his throat and nods as other students filter into the lecture hall.
The door opens, and the girl from the quad walks in.
Impulsively, Sukuna elbows Gojo in the ribs who yowls and keels over. âMove, let her sit with us,â he tells his friend quickly as you look around.
But you don't sit down. Your heels click, carrying the girl in the pink top that matches the fuzzy feeling clouding behind his ribs straight to the podium.
With a beam, you set your bag down on the lectern, and pull the pencil from your hair, the tresses flowing down your back in bouncy waves.
His stomach drops to the fucking floor.
âGood morning,â you greet, your voice steady and brilliant. âIâm Dr. [Name]. I skipped a few rungs on the academic ladder, so while Iâm twenty-two, Iâll be your professor for Advanced Robotics this semester.â
The silence is absolute until Gojo leans over, whispering loudly enough for the whole front row to hear:
âDude, are you kidding me? The pretty new girl is our robotics professor?â
Sukuna just sinks into his seat, his ears matching his motherâs red hibiscus dress. He is officially in trouble.
âToday's just gonna be a rundown of what will be covered in this class as well as the exciting project everything you learn will build up to. I have a few fun icebreaker activities for us to do. Hopefully we can all get along and take care of each other this semester, yeah?â
Oh, Sukuna wants to do so much more than take care of you. The embarrassing âFirst Dayâ photos are suddenly the least of his worries. He is crushing on his fucking professor.
hey neighbor â a sukuna ryomen fic
pairing: neighbor!sukuna x reader
synopsis: your new neighborhood is good so far. the folks are friendly and the big, scary guy next door is hot. but what happens when the noise coming from his apartment becomes too much andâis that a baby you hear?
contains: fluff, little bit of crack, neighbors to enemies to friends to lovers, angst if you squint, domestic moments, slice-of-life, uncle sukuna, nephew yuji, dinosaurs, unlikely co-parents(?), nonsexual nudity, jealousy, slowburn(?), making out, eventual smut (dry humping), sukuna yearning, mentions of clubbing and alcohol as well as drug and gambling addiction.
words: 24.2k (complete)
part one
part two
part three
extra:
one two
drabbles:
#1 #2 #3 #4 #5
note: this started off as just a random one-shot but these two grew on me so now it's a series! i may write extras or drabbles for them whenever i get the itch.
đ§§ (MDNI) You've ran away from his dick, now it's Toji's turn
How about the big, bad Toji running away from his girlfriend's pussy? Because seriously, how was he meant to survive with the way you were so eagerly swallowing his cock?
With each resounding thwack of your hips, Toji's nails only sank deeper into the bedsheets, which were already soiled with the evidence of your previous rounds of lovemaking fucking. The pools of moisture â a nasty, potent mix of his sticky cum and your slick â had already cooled down uncomfortably under the man's sturdy ass, but the sensation had been long forgotten â sheer pleasure at the forefront of his poor, fucked out mind.
"Easyâ eaaasy, girl," he groaned, head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. Too much ecstacy. "Gonna give my cock friction burn at this rate."
You butted in, shaking your head. With the way your frantic rhythm refused to slow down, Toji could forsee a long night for himself, which was his own fault. "N-not happening. You said I could take what Iâ fuck, wanted tonight."
Leaning back on your hands, legs spread obscenely wide, you continued to buck your hips back down, which gave Toji a full view of your pussy. The poor thing had been fucked raw, outer lips slick and puffy â yet showed no signs of relenting yet as you chased orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm.
"I take it backâ"
"âno, you don't."
And you were right, for the way Toji's angular hips slammed upwards into yours told you everything you needed to know.
Until he started squirming. Then, shuffling backwards on the ruffled sheets, the pace of your riding getting thrown off balance. His head shook from side to side, and the engulfing warmth of your pussy had Toji at a loss for words. For once.
Should he run? Or should he plant his feet on the bed so he could continue to fuck up into you, chasing that impending high he knew would render him pussydrunk?
The latter was rather embarrassing, considering the fact he had spent many a night making fun of you for the exact same thing.
"Look at you, running from it."
"All bark and no bite. How embarrassing."
These were all your boyfriend's words on any other occasion, but when Toji opened his bleary eyes, he could see your lips moving despite the white noise roaring in his ears. You were mimicking him, a fucked-out grin on your face.
"Earth to Toji," you sang, face screwing in satisfaction when you sank down, allowing his chubbed-up cock to hit your deepest parts. "Awh, don't tell me you're done already. Where's all that stamina gone?"
"Up yourâ"
Thwack!
You raised your hips, back bowing into a nasty arch before you sank down without an ounce of hesitation in your movements. Toji was firing blanks now, spasming once the first dry orgasm of the night hit.
How cute it was â almost â to see him running away, even now. This was the loudest you had ever heard the man, who was currently choking on a plethora of guttural curses. A large palm settled on your waist, uncertain as it tried to figure out whether to push you off or tug you in closer.
"Shame your cock can't give me any more," you murmured, flicking a nail over his taut nipple. A look of affection crossed over your face when Toji hissed, shying away from your touch before dragging your hand back to his chest. "Think I've milked you day today."
"Yeah, I'll say. Taking advantage of an old man like me," he scowled, face taking on a light shade of red. He was sweaty and warm, with meaty thighs trembling under yours. His orgasm had done a number on him, but if anyone could take it? It'd be Toji.
"And yet this old man liked it."
With a swat to your rounded ass, you yelped and rubbed the reddening flesh, lower lip jutted out. You knew who really called the shots around here â if the way Toji was already gearing up for another round didn't say enough already.
Goondnight i cannot think coherently im tired. divider by @uzmacchiato
`àŠàŠââč DEFLOWERED!
in which, the great fire lord zuko⊠happens to be an âinexperienced loserâ and gets taught about intimacy by his trusty maid
tags: smut + porn w/ a semi-fluffy plot, reader teaches zuko, heâs very awkwardâŠ, unrequited love (or so it seemsâŠ), you get caught, arranged marriage. #unedited, insp by this + art by @/n_i_k_e_l on twt <3 authorâs note at the end!
âThe council has decided; we need an heir, sir.â The annoying chamberlain kept droning for the last hour or so, and Zuko was beginning to get irritated.
Itâs been a few years since his coronation, and a few years of the council trying to set him up with any refined lady the Fire Nation had to offer.
âBut Iâm not married,â he replied.
It clearly hasnât worked.
An advisor cleared their throat. âWe know that and⊠actually thereâs a new fine miss in our radar who happens toââ
Zuko could feel his patience running thin and abruptly stood up.
âDismissed.â âB-But, sir!â Zuko turned to the chamberlain and advisors behind him, tone evidently laced with malice.
âI said this meeting is dismissed.â
The men scurried along like rats, leaving Zuko in his study⊠contemplating.
Aang and Katara are engaged to be married, Sokka is currently with Sukiâeven Toph has someone!
Zuko is a prideful man; heâs the Fire Lord for crying out loud⊠But even he can admit that he lacks in areas. SpecificallyâŠwhen it comes to being charismatic and a particular insecurity he has.
Zuko sucks at flirting and specifically being brazen.
Heâs been on approximately 45 dates in the past year⊠and not one lady has been interested. Or rather they have been, until he opens his mouth.
But not even that; if there was one thing Zuko was absolutely embarrassed about, it was his lack of experience when it comes to sex. He was a virgin, a prude, and shuddered at the thought of having to have his first with some random woman he never met.
There was even one time the council suggested concubines⊠there was no way in hell heâd do that (since⊠as disgustingly sweet as it is⊠he wanted to be an intimate relationship with someone he considered close).
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that heâs put off so many of those candidates, but a small part of him sulked at the fact that heâs going to have to have a wife sooner or later, and then have an heir.
âI can help you.â
Zukoâs lips pressed to a fine line, looking at your direction to see any reaction. Your face was completely neutral.
Heâs always told you his dilemmas, and this was no different. Youâd always come up with a solution or compromise, but for some reason, he felt especially⊠on edge.
YouâL/N Y/Nâhave known Zuko since you two were children, as he attended the same school as you did for a few years before you and your fatherâwere officially promoted to head staff, and you, Zukoâs handmaiden.
Zuko remembers how you always followed him back in his childhoodâanswering to every beck and call; he remembers how sweet you were, how compassionate too, and how youâd encourage him when it came to Fire Bending.
You never showed a sign of protest when it came to anything, always a neutral look on your face.
And he couldnât lie, you were absolutely stunning (despite said neutral look), but he couldnât help but be put off even more.
âR-Really?â His skin turned flushed.
âMhm,â you hummed, sipping your tea calmly like you didnât just make Zuko mentally haywire. You were currently sitting across from him, drinking tea with just him in the room while you listened to his problems like always. âIâm not some random woman, arenât I? I can teach you.â
He nodded hesitantly. âNo, youâre not.â
Heâll admit, he has to get with the times. Not many people are saving their chastity and he has to stop being scared. Especially when it comes to wanting to romance others.
âAnd how so? How would you teach me?â
You shot him a smile. âTrust in me, my Lord. Everything shall be situated.
Zuko cleared his throat, glancing once more at your neutral face and nodded gently. âWhen do you suggest we start?â
âWhenever youâd like, my Lord.â
âââââ
lesson one: foreplay
Zuko thought it over, coming to a conclusion two days later and then asking you to come to his chambers later at night where the rest of the staff wouldnât see you.
He sat there, robe hastily put on and sat there awkwardly at the corner of his bed, waiting. And then he began thinking.
Zukoâs known you for a whileâyouâve been at his service for a long time. Hell, there was even a moment in time where he had a crush on you.
It was back when he would stride alongside his mother around the palace, constantly meeting your eyes every time he glanced over where your father would be working. Then youâd smile at him and his heart would be pounding; his mother knew, maybe even Azula knewâsheâd certainly mess with you sometimes, but overall respected you (more than him at least).
Sure, you were a âservantâ, but itâs obvious that you were a great Firebender. He remembers how heâd have trouble sleeping as a kid and walk off to the courtyard where youâd be there in a small corner, practicing Fire Bending and moving so graceful, it appeared almost like you were dancing.
Even when he got banished, heâd think of you. When heâd look at the stars, heâd think of how your eyes would shine every time you made eye contact.
And now youâre in this situation? He feels sheepish for almost exposing this vulnerability to youâŠ
Zuko jumped at the sound of a knock at his door being knocked, walking fast towards it and swinging it open rather quickly.
âGet in, get in.â He turned around all too fast, his back facing you in sheer embarrassment that heâd even have to ask this of you.
And of course you could tell; you always could. âMy Lord, please donât be embarrassed about this. It is simply educating you on your sexuality; nothing wrong with that.â
âRightâŠâ He walked to the bed slowly and sat down, his eyes following your figure slowly approaching him.
He canât deny it; you looked beautiful. Your nightly robes were a pretty white, its sheer fabric covering your body nicely and your nipples poking out in the fabric.
But as much as Zukoâs eyes were on your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes to you the moment you cleared your throat. You were holding a bookâŠ
âAnd that?â You smiled at his question.
âThis is erotic literature. Clear source material in order to work as an example on what to do.â
He blinked awkwardly, whereas your smile was still glued onto your face. You opened the book to a specific page, being bookmarked by a folded piece of parchment.
Perhaps Zuko was out of his mindâor maybe he already was (because why the hell else would he even be in this situation in the first place?), but he couldnât stop staring at you reading. God, he knew he was a prude but to get aroused by watching you lick your index finger every time you flipped a page? He felt his pants get tight and his mouth dry.
âDo I have permission to proceed?â He looked away, his face burning with embarrassment. âI guess.â
âSo⊠first, you hold their face and look into their eyes.â
Before he knew it, you leaned closer, holding his face and looking deep into his eyes. Your eyes softened and the moonlight peeking through the curtains hit your irisesâthe color almost instantly becoming more vibrant.
âAfter that, lean closerâŠâ
Then you just began kissing him. Zukoâs eyes felt like they were going to pop out; your lips were warm, plush and soft. You tasted sweet, like the pastries youâd make him on occasion.
Then your tongue slowly went in his mouth the sloppier the kiss went. Your hands cupping his face pulled him closer to you the more you kissed him.
But as Zuko was starting to get used to the pace of your lips, you stopped, pulling back.
He felt his heart race, blinking profusely like he was embarrassed.
The Fire Lord? Getting like this over a measly kiss? He can already imagine Aang and Sokka making fun of him should he ever accidentally tell this about this encounter.
âThat was good, my Lord,â you smiled. âMaybe you donât even need my teachings.â
âO-OhâŠâ He panicked, mouth going dry. âUm⊠I believe I still doâŠâ
And damn, you smiled so kindly. âOkay then please position yourself and sit against the headboard, my Loââ
âZuko.â
He wincedâGod, did he really just say that? Your eyes widened a fragment and you blinked. âSir, are you sure I can refer to you by your name?â
âWe are practicing intimacy,â he looked away while saying this and was glad the moonlight wasnât hitting him or else youâd see how absolutely flustered he was.
âReferring to each other by our given names is one of the most intimate things. Iâd like to try it with you too.â
Only then he looked at you when he heard a light laugh slipping from you. âOkay, Zuko.â
Fuck, you said his name so pretty too⊠You said it like it was something precious; softly enunciating the consonants and not spewing it harshly like how heâs known for almost all his life.
He felt his heart race faster, observing how you slowly got on the bed and planted your knees on the sides of his thighs, straddling him. You then sat on his lap, your crotch against his, and from your small smile forming on your face, he can tell youâve taken note of his evident hard-on.
âNow letâs try what we did again, but in this position!â
You sounded far too enthusiastic about thisâŠ
He blinked, awkwardly. He didn't know what to do. Hell, if he were to compare being in a room full of generals and his finest soldiers, he would consider that much easier than being stuck between your body and the wall.
Your eyes followed his hands, which were placed beside your thighs and you could sense how shaky they were. He let out a small gasp the moment you grabbed his forearms and led them to wrap around your waist.
âYou can touch me, sir.â He nodded slowly and grabbed at your waist hesitantly.
Your lips met his again, except with more fervor. Like you were trying to get a taste of a candy you haven't tasted in years., with your head slightly rotated.
Zuko could feel his heart beat so. Damn. Fast. So much so that he felt overwhelmed and light-headed and aroused, but also nervous if he was doing this right.
Your hips began grinding against his, hands tangled in his hair while you let his hands travel across your skin. His callous fingertips lightly brushed on your warm skin under your shirt, on your hips.
But when he was kissing you, he couldnât help but still feel so nervousâto be at such proximity to you and to be able totally touch you like this.
Then you pulled back and got off of him. As soon as he was in bliss, you quickly ended it. He couldnât help but have a quite upset expression, noted by you.
âDonât worry, sir. I must stop now since we are only at the beginning. According to this book, kissing intensely while grinding against oneâs geneââ
âOkay⊠I get it. Youâre dismissed.â
He laid on his bed, attempting to catch his breath before you spoke again. This time, without a blank look on your face and tone. You smiled so sweetlyâŠ
âItâs cute, but we have to work on your hesitation, sir. Please keep that in mind for our next lesson.â
He nodded, finally relaxing his body the minute you shut the door. You stole his first âmake-outâ. Sure, heâs kissed girls (and by girls, he means just Mai), but not like this.
Not like you wanted to practically taste them while caressing their face and pulling hair.
âFuckâŠâ he groaned. âWhat am I going to do with you..?â
And⊠he grimaced. He was still hard.
ââââ
lesson two: fellatio + cunnilingus
For the next lesson, you had him sprawled out on the canopy bed of his chamber. Zuko swore he could fucking hear his heartbeatâŠ
He glanced over at you, once again reading your "source material" pornographic novel, and felt his heart beat into his chest. Your previous lesson didn't inherently lead to any sex, rather it was foreplay that left him all hot and bothered the moment you left.
All you did was grind against him and kiss, and you had him practically burning for more. And now, here he was, at your mercy. You were kneeled on the bed beside him while you really examined what to do. He could tell how your expression shifted from one of amusement to one of slightly shock, and then you closed the book.
âNow we are trying oral sex!â Once again, he couldnât help but be nervous at your demeanor.
âOkayâŠâ
âActually, oral sex is also considered foreplay for some before penetrative sex! But, I didnât want to rush you and also considered how flustered you got after last session, I decided it was enough!â
Zuko stared at you blankly. âRightâŠâ
You spoke so academically? Blankly? Youâre kind and listen to his dilemmas, but he feels unsure. When the both of you were making out, he was the one that was all hot and bothered while you simply left. Was he that terrible at this? Granted, it was his first time making out with someone while touching their body like that, but really?
He wonders how you get during sex⊠if youâre just as blank or if youâ
âOkay! I will strip myself, then you now.â
You then began to peel off your upper half, where Zuko made eye contact with your pretty breasts. Heâs never seen a womanâs breasts before, but yours looked beautiful. Really beautiful.
His eyes widened at how quick you leaned over, sliding his pants fast and exposing his dick, all hard and resting on his abdomen.
âNow please let me show you how to indulge in fellatio.â
You took his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling on his leaking tip and pressing on his shaft.
âHahhâfuckâŠâ Zuko closed his eyes, almost in disbelief that you were actually doing this.
You then took him whole in your mouth while stroking him at the base of his cock. You looked so cute, just cheeked hollowed out while you sucked him off.
You stopped for a moment, still stroking his cock while looking up at him with those damn pretty eyes of yours. âNow, if you want, you can also push my head a bit in case you would like a more pleasurable experience according to the book!â
And just like that, you latched your lips on his length, bopping your head up and down while your tongue dragged on his sensitive veins. He was itching for a release, and clearly you could tell too.
âYou can also ejaculate in my mouth if you so choose!â
And just at that moment, he did, with spurts of cum unloading in your mouth. Then you swallowed⊠JesusâŠ
Zuko took a moment to catch his breath, panting a bit before speaking again.
âNow let me do it to you.â
And for the first time, you looked hesitant. âCa-Can you repeat your question againâ?â
âCanât I indulge in oral sex with you?â
Your eyes widened like they were going to pop out of your skull. âI-I mean yesâŠbut it isnât necessarily proper.â
Zuko pushed you on the bed by your shoulders, making you lie down, where he got off the bed and stood over you.
âIf you are to educate me on my sexuality, not only would I like to learn how to receive but to give.â
He leaned towards you and grabbed the book beside you, flipping to the page you bookmarked talking about cunnilingus.
âHere we goâŠâ He couldnât lie that he felt nervous, but for some reason, just being in a situationship with where you were nervous as well, made him want to act more brazen. To take some type of authority.
âDo I have your permission to proceed?â
You blinked, your face feeling like itâs on fire, and nodded. âOnly if you want, my LoâZuko.â
He kneeled on the floor, taking off your pants and underwear down and being face to face with your cunt.
Of course, Zukoâs taken anatomy during school and has gotten a diagram on how female and male anatomy look like: all technical.
But as heâs kneeled down, he canât help but marvel at how pretty you look. Your sex was dripping with your arousal and as soon as you took note on how he was staring, you instinctively attempted to shut your thighs. His eyes traced your body, all stiff and hesitant like you were anxious.
âPlease donât do that; let me make you feel goodâŠâ
Zuko grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to him, and slowly kissed at your inner thighs, leading to your cunt.
Your breathing was shallow, shakyâand you were so evidently shy.
He lapped at your cunt, tasting your essence and going insane off it. He took one hand and placed it above your abdomen, two fingers spreading your labia apart and went at it.
Zuko was almost technical with his movements, kneading your plush thighs like bread dough and cupping his mouth around the top of your slit. His tongue began to piston inside you, going side to side and in figure-8 motions. He attempted to heat up his tongue even, to make the experience maybe a bit more pleasurable, all the while your thighs were crushing his head and you wereâŠcrying?
âO-Ohh my GodâŠ! Zukoâ!â You were whining, your voice so high pitched that he had to do a double take. Your voice usually was derived of emotion, but you were in absolutely bliss. âHahhh⊠thatâs so so goodâ!â
He began rubbing your clit with the bridge of his nose, feeling how you twitched every time he was grinding his nose against it.
And then you pulled on his hair, shoving his face in your cunt further. Your back arched from the bed, rotating your hips against his face and tangling your fingers within his hair further.
It was too much; you were practically crying out, tears streaming down your face while Zuko ate you out in such a sloppy manner, eliciting the most lascivious sounds to anyone who may walk in. He was practically making out with your pussy, savoring your taste. You were in a trance, practically almost reaching your climax.
Which is why, when the two of you were under your own euphoric state together, did you barely notice a councilman and his entourage barge in his chambers.
âMy LorâOh my goodness!â
âFuck!â
Zuko looked up, already seeing you covering your face with the covers while the councilmen were looking anywhere but the direction of you two.
âW-We shall leave you beâŠâ one spoke, turning abruptly.
âWait!â
Zuko abruptly put on his robe, following the councilman and his entourage.
âWhat is the meaning of this?! You dare infringe on my privacy?â
The councilman turned around, his expression going from embarrassed to slightly relieved.
The great Fire Lord was on his knees eating a woman out scandalously while he was supposed to be on the look-out for a wife.
The Fire Nation needs an heir now, and Zuko has a lover!
And the thing was, you were from a fine family. Your grandfather was an esteemed military officer to his grandfather and father; your mother taught at the military academy, your brother was a current general in the army.
This was perfect⊠An absolutely perfect candidate for a wife.
âThat woman⊠That woman is to be your betrothed.â
ââââ
final exam/the night of his wedding
Zuko sat beside you on his bed, looking away. He bit his lip all anxious and afraid to meet your gaze.
It happened too quick. It was uncharacteristic of the council, however apparently someone snitched and you soon became his betrothed, and were to get married in two weeks.
And now, you officially have gotten married, with you being the Fire Lady.
He could seriously scream (in rage because he couldnât court you? In happiness because he actually likes you? In pure disbelief?).
His head turned to your direction, where you were blankly staring at the window. The moon was out and it was shining directly at your face, sporting a rather melancholic expression.
âI-Is everything alright?â
You were biting your lower lip and your eyes looked glossy, almost like you were stopping yourself from crying.
âY-Yeââ âBe honest with me.â
Your eyes met his and then, did the tears slip down your face and your lip quivering.
âIâm soâhicâso sorry⊠I canât begin to express how sorry I am to you, Zuko.â
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, a pit settling in his stomach at the thought of being the reason for your tears. âWhat do you mean? Why are you apologizing?â
âI-IâYour wife! I s-stopped you from marrying your true love! A-And Iâm so so sorry!â You were bawling at this point, lightly clutching Zukoâs robes and head crouched down in shame.
âWait what?â He lifted your head up by your chin and saw how you were looking up at him with apologetic eyes.
Your breathing was shaky and you couldnât look him in the eyes, making Zukoâs heart hurt.Â
He hesitated. He didnât know how to make someone feel better if they were sadâlet alone a woman and someone he feels strongly about. His everything hurts looking at you cry.Â
So he tried something heâs never done, but reminded him of his mother.
âHere,â he whispered, holding your shaky hands. His thumbs caressed small circles on your palms, and you slowly looked up at him with eyes that were still overflowing with tears.Â
âYou didnât do anything wrong. At all. Donât ever think thatâŠâ He held eye contact that made you cry even more. âMy wife.â
At that moment, it felt so natural. You slowly leaned in, caressing his scarred cheek and running your fingertips through his skin, and kissed him.Â
It felt all too natural, to be undressing you from your new formal nightly gown, and to lay you down on the bed beneath him.
âWe donât have to do this if you donât want to⊠We donât have to consummate this marriage.â
âI do. I want to.â You said it all too quickly, looking away like you were flustered and destroying whatever nonchalant neutral façade you had been building.Â
The truth of the matter was that you love him and have been for years. And to think that you almost stopped him from âgetting his true loveâ, you felt terrible during the two weeks the council forbid you see your husband until your wedding ceremony.
âI want to see you, Y/N.â It was the first time heâd ever say your name so gently while being face to face with you, and he felt a pit in his stomach just looking at your soft smile.
He kept eye contact while he stroked himself, hesitant on touching you.
âOkayâŠâ you whispered quietly.
He began rubbing your slit with his cock, spreading your arousal on his length and paying attention to your clit.Â
âI⊠I learned something from the book during these two weeks I havenât seen you.â
You blinked and suddenly gasped.Â
Zuko placed a hand above your abdomen and began plunging his index and middle finger into your pussy and thrusting them in and out, eliciting a string of lewd shlick! sounds that echoed around your chambers.Â
Your eyes tightened, holding his muscular forearm as he continued. Your gummy walls clenched on his thick, quick fingers curling inside of you and hitting that spot.Â
âHahh⊠keep going. So soâŠgood.âÂ
A sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak slipped from your lips at the sight of Zuko sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.Â
âMy Lordâ!â
He smiled, a sense of pride overtaking him at your sudden shock. âCanât I know how my wife tastes like? You taste simply divine, my wife.â
âOh myâ!â You squeaked, using your forearm to hide your flustered expression and beginning to roll your hips against nothing. Your clit still ached in anticipation for that friction he gave.
Zukoâs nimble fingers traced your goosebump-ridden skin and he cupped your left breast while his lips went further down to your other one. âYouâre so damn beautiful, my wife. All mine...â
The pit in your stomach grew and you looked away, embarrassed and aroused.Â
âPleaseâŠtouch me further.â
It was silent between the both of you for a moment; the wing in which the both of you were at was silent, and you could hear your heavy heartbeat in your ears the longer you kept eye contact with your husbandâs golden eyes, pleading with you.Â
âLet me pleasure youâŠY/N. Please.â
You nodded your head slowly and bit your lip, your gaze trailing down onto your husbandâs cock again, practically on the verge of cumming.Â
âDarlingâplease,â his golden eyes gazed at you, your flushed face and hesitant expression, and he smiled softly.Â
He felt nervous. What if he didnât like sex? What if you didnât like it? As much as he can call you darling, he was a nervous wreck internally.
âL-Let me know if it hurts. Please. I will stop.â
You nodded and dug your nails on his gentle skin, creating crimson crescents in their wake.
And just like that, your husband penetrated you while holding you so gently. Your lips pursed and your eyes followed where his were: at your cunt. The skin of the base of his cock wrinkled the moment he bottomed out in you and gleamed with your arousal when he moved his hips. Zuko hissed, his breathing becoming jagged and heavy.
âM-MoveâŠFaster, Zuko!.â He rocked his hips into you, holding your arms down against the sand. Your supple breasts bounced with every harsh thrust.Â
Oh, Zuko appeared as if he was going to lose it. You were just so beautiful and you were all his now.
Your eyebrows pinched together, lower lip bitten down, and tears welling up in your eyes.Â
âOh my God!â Every move of his was fast, pistoning himself into you with ferocity that you slapped your hand on your mouth to stop squeaking. You felt bad for whatever maid or guard was outside hearing you cry out your husbandâs name.
Zuko leaned towards you, latching his lips onto your jawline, where he left soft kisses in their wake. His cock dragged lazily against your velvety walls, clenching against him like a damn vice.
âAhhânghhâŠZ-Zukoâ!â Your legs clung onto his hips lazily, body arching onto his while your arms covered your face. Heâd slowly pull his hips away and slam into you so lasciviously.
Even if he did not replicate the same growing emotions you had for him, you still found yourself wanting more. Your hips bucked against his and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again.
âYou feel so good, my LordâŠâ you whispered, against his lips as you tasted him.
Your legs clung onto his waist, feeling his hips buck and thrusts slowly become less consistent. âLet me make you feel good forever, my loveâŠâ
OhâŠ
He flipped you, to be on top of him. The moment he bottomed out inside you, you let out a cry, pressing down on his lower stomach and bounced yourself on his dick.
âFuck! Oh myâ!â God you looked fucking stunning, with the moon hitting your upper torso and your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust of his hips upwards.Â
âLet me make you mine, Y/N. I beg of youâŠâ He groaned, hissing at how your cunt tightened around him oh so good.
You were cryingâlike actually cryingârocking your hips and fucking yourself on him back and forth. Zuko felt like he was on cloud nine; you were just too damn perfect.
âNghh-more! Please!â A wave of euphoria washed over you; it was amazingâŠsomething youâve never experienced before.Â
âAre you alright, Y/N?â He paused, noting your labored breathing and maw slack.
Your body felt damn feverish and you could feel how Zukoâs cock twitched inside you, spilling his hot, warm load inside your hole, making you full.Â
âF-FuckâŠâ Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly tugged you down on him, his head on the crook of your neck as he burried his seed inside you deeper. All warm and filling.Â
Your weight was on him and you could hear his heartbeat, both of you breathing heavily.Â
âWe should⊠We should do that again. That was nice.â God, you really are perverted.
Or maybe heâs the perverted one for having one hell of a time right now.
âTomorrow?â âTomorrow.â He sighed, running his fingers through your hair and feeling your legsâ hold against him become tighter.
But one thingâs for certain: he wouldnât give this up for the world.
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is this rushed? maybe so, but i just had to write this lmao. iâve been really busy with school recently and havenât gotten proper time to really write this entire thing out!! anywayssss!! wish me luck in my future exams heheheeh
this is probably the longest fic iâve ever written in regards to smutty content holy shit đ
tags<3: @himekaida @fallensoxul @selina0226 @re1biezboy @jujuandherjuvinile @asuritam
`àŠàŠââč former prude virgin a.k.a. firelord! zuko officially finds out how nice it is to have his wife in cowgirl | 18+
this all started when he met you, his beautiful wife-to-be/now wife.
of course, before he married you, he wasnât a prude or anything⊠right?
okay, fine. he was.
zuko hates to admit it but it's true how he was such a prudish virgin before he married you. as soon as he became fire lord, heâd cringe at how the council would suggest marriage for the sole purpose of consummation.
he didnât see the appeal due to fighting for a great majority of his life. sure, heâd like kids in the future to raise and take care ofâmaybe one childâbut that was it.
but when he finally got betrothed to you, his friend since childhood and a âfine lady of a fine fire nation familyâ (as said by the council when reviewing bachelorettes/marriage candidates), and mentioned his dilemma to you, you offered to help relieve his views on sex. so you had little sessions before your wedding, specifically on foreplay.
the two of you hadn't done penetrative, saving it for the night of your wedding, but you've taught him an abundance of things: eating a woman out, how to properly receive head, how to finger, et cetera.
until the night of your wedding. and the first position you started with was; the first thing you even didâŠ
âand this⊠is called cowgirl,â you murmured, pressing down on his lower stomach as you lined his cock to your dripping slit, all ready for him.
when the reception finally ended and the two of you got ready to meet at his chambers, you immediately pounced on him. the both of you agreed that you'd take control, and this position was the easiest for you to do so.
zuko's liked you since forever, but just seeing you in that pretty red lingerie did something to him; that sheer red babydoll slip with gold hardware...he felt like a pervert just wanting to rip it off you like a wrapper covering sweet candy.
he was nervousâa complete opposite of how heâs usually like. the great fire lord? terrified of losing his virginity?
"you keep looking at my breasts, my lord," you teased, tilting your head and bucking your hips as you began grinding on his aching tip.
zuko hissed. âi-i was?"
he mentally cringed. here he was, thinking that after all your lessons on making him more brazen, he'd actually get used to your flirting.
you're such a fucking tease.
"mmhm...you okay?" he breathed out shakily, nodding slowly. "okay, then..."
and the moment you sank down on him, zuko felt a bliss almost comparable to if paradise was a feeling.
and for you? the feeling was mutual.
it's true that zuko was shy and prudish when it came to sex, but that wasn't to say that he didn't have a huge dick. in fact, the day you taught him how to receive head, you had to step out for a moment to regain composure. the guy's dick was fucking huge.
not to mention his cute little attitude made him even more attractive.
you could feel how deep he was in you, how his dick was brushing against your cervix and you weren't even moving.
"'m gonna move, okay?" he nodded, groaning and how deliciously your pussy was squeezing him. you rocked your hips slowly before digging your nails on his shoulders for balance as you bounced yourself on his cock.
zukoâs eyes were on you, stuck on your expression, your breasts, the way your hips connected with his. but really, the moment his eyes laid on that cute little bump forming on your lower tummy, he lost composure.
zuko's hands grabbed at your hips roughly, causing you to gasp and then be slammed on him. "hnghhhâfuck-!"
âzu-zukoâshitâslow d-down!â you cried, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you clung to him tighter, breasts pushed against his lean chest and nails clawing at his skin, drawing blood in their wake. but he didnât care; your cunt was too good, too intoxicating.
âso fuckinâ tightâshitââ he felt like he was out of his mind, practically rutting into you like he was in heat after getting a taste of pussy for the first time.
zuko grabbed at your ass, his hips beginning to piston into your sopping cunt and feeling your muffled whines against his flushed neck.
were you crying? shit, he was too but you?
if this was how sex was, how this specific position was⊠he wouldnât mind doing it forever.
now all zuko can think about at that moment was how he'd love to have you like that any time, anywhereâŠ
clearly, you've taught him well.
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i need this man biblically and this is the result. #letsnottalkaboutthefactthiswasdoneinhalfanhourandathought
i really wanna make a fic where heâs like this but i need an excuse to⊠iâm a proud #loservirgin zuko truther anyways
full one-shot based off this out!!
Loose Lips || Zuko x Wife!Reader
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.
âąâąâą
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.
âąâąâą
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.
âąâąâą
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 moreâŠintimate 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 youâŠâ
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 ourâŠactivities.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, notâŠ.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.
âąâąâą
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. ââŠwe 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.
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Shadow Puppets [ T. Zenin ]
ââ .⊠pairing || Best Friend! Toji x F! Reader
ââ .⊠summary || Before we had Toji 'I love my wife' Fushiguro, there was Toji 'I love my girlfriend' Zenin...
ââ .⊠overall content & warnings || MDNI. wc. 16k. a bit of angst-- Toji and Reader's childhood. mentions of child abuse. friends to lovers. roomates. Toji is sweet and awkward the whole time. so much fluff. first kiss. first love. sexual tension. Reader and Toji are inexperienced. sexual content. making out. dryhumping. vaginal fingering. period cramp relief (he's a good friend like that). handjob. mutual masturbation.
ââ .⊠author's note || omg, I've been sitting on this one for a while, debating if I should post or not. There was supposed to be a part two (it's called Shadow Puppets for a reason, i swear), but I haven't even started on it. Anyway, if sweet, awkward, inexperienced Toji isn't your thing, this one prob isn't for you. But if that's up your alley, I hope you enjoy <3
The Zenin Clanâs property sat on a large plot of land, spanning miles upon miles of rich farmland, with the closest city being an hour's commute to Kyotoâ and thatâs only if you were lucky enough to have a car to use. Public transportation never reached this area, and your family lacked the funds to own a car, which meant you were stuck in place, like the stagnant air you breathed in your tiny home, all while knowing how well the Zenin Clan prospered.
To say you were bitter was an understatement, but you knew better than to think that they had a life you truly wanted.
When you were younger, you would sneak away from your home, travel through a strip of trees and a thin creek to observe them in the back gardens of their estate. You always wondered why the women were forced to walk a few paces behind the men, and why everyone moved around with perfectly straight posture like they had a stick lodged up their asses. Your mother told you itâs how proper folk held themselves, but if being proper meant carrying around a holier-than-thou mentality, you werenât interested.Â
Aside from being unfamiliar with their status, you really had no reason to dislike them. Theyâd never done anything to you. In fact, you were sure they didnât even know you were there, always perched on the wooden fence, watching them from between the cedar trees. The branches always kept you hidden, so as long as no one ventured this far away from the gardens, you knew youâd be safe.
And you got away with it for a whileâ for years, to be exact. It became your secret hobby, observing the notorious Zenins like they were animals in a zoo. And in some cases, they acted as such. Aggressive, possessive, always fighting for dominance with each other while forcing the women to maintain the home and watch after the kids. They bred like rabbits, you noticed. You thought that maybe they needed a new hobby of their own.
Your parents told you to keep your distance from them, though they had no idea that you liked to sneak off and get as close to the family as you could. If they had, youâd no doubt be punished for your idiocy. Even as a child, you knew your parents had a good reason for ordering you to stay away from the Zenins, but it wasnât until you saw the true extent of how cruel they could be that you finally understood it for yourself.
Aggressiveness, fighting for dominanceâ those werenât things the adult men reserved for use against each other. No, they involved the children, too, not only forcing them to fight for their entertainment, but retaliating against them as well.Â
But why? What was the purpose? As an eight-year-old little girl, you couldnât figure it out; it confused you. Your parents were strict at times, doling out punishments as they saw fit, but⊠never to this extent.Â
The boy running through the garden looked terrified, glancing over his shoulder as the other chased him down. The one in front tried his best not to trample the flowers, yet the one behind him didnât seem to give it another thought as he ruined them. Both of their yukatas were smudged with dirt, even ripped in a few places, too. It was evident by just their appearance alone that they had been doing this for a while, only now deciding to bring it outside.
While trying to mitigate flower damage, the boy ended up tripping, and just as quickly, he turned over to defend himself from the other, muttering, âJinichi, I never-â A harsh kick to his ribs had the boy groaning and curling in on himself. âWhatever Ogi said isnât true-â
âNo?â Jinichi questioned in monotone and laid another kick to his ribs. âHear that, Uncle? Toji says youâre a liar.â
A man who you hadnât noticed stepped into view, spectating the debacle with a critical glance. The boyâ Toji, as you learnedâ shook his head, raising his eyes to meet Ogiâs. âI didnât say youâre a liar, but whoever told you that I-â
Before you could blink, the man moved so quickly, pressing to Tojiâs mouth the end of a long cane he was toting around. The boy fell silent, eyeing the wooden stick with a bit of fear.Â
âAre you calling my attendants liars, then?â Ogi never gave Toji the chance to answer before he handed off the cane to the other boy and said, âYou may continue as weâve practiced. I trust that you wonât kill him, but donât be gentle either. The conniving runt isnât worthy of your mercy after what heâs done to you.â
As the man stalked off in the opposite direction, heading back toward the house, you watched Jinichi reaffirm his grip on the cane with a determined look on his face. Toji used his arms to pull himself backward, but not far enough that the tip of the wooden rod couldnât ram right into his face when Jinichi finally swung for him.
You gasped a quiet sound, heart thumping faster and faster in your chest when you heard his pained groan. He angled his face toward the other, scared but not backing down. Blood dripped from his temple, down his reddened, battered cheek to fall off his jawâ the sight of it made you feel sick. To the other side of Tojiâs face, Jinichi gave him a matching wound, then stood back to assess his work.
He twirled the cane with a precise, practiced move, gruffly offering, âIâll make it quick if you just confess.â
With the back of his hand, Toji wiped away the blood that had dripped into his eye, smearing it down his face. âWeâve been brothers for ten years now. How long do you think that lie is going to work on me?âÂ
His brother didnât respond and instead swung the cane for his side, hitting his target with a loud cracking sound. The noise that left Toji was painful, calling to you like a cry for help, yet you were frozen. Never in your life had you witnessed such violence. You gripped the fence just a bit tighter, noticing then how shaky your hands were.
Toji rolled onto his stomach, curling into himself to protect his injury, but in doing so, he was risking his back to an attack. When Jinichi took the opportunity, whipping the cane across his spine, you had to bite your own tongue to stop from making a noise. The boy fell flat on his front with a cry of agony, sobbing, âI didnât do it, Jinichi. I havenât been in your room since the last time you caught me, I swear.â
âI donât believe you,â his brother insisted, taking the cane to his back again, and then once more. A redness began seeping into the white yukata Toji wore. âUncle Ogi wouldnât lie-â
âUncle Ogi,â Toji began, voice lifting a few decibels, âdoes whatever the hell he wants to keep himself entertained, and if you think for one second that doesnât apply to you, then youâre an idiot.â
Even you knew that for a boy in Tojiâs position, saying something like that wasnât the right move. Unsurprisingly, it earned him three more lashes before his brother managed to snap the cane in half. While the boy writhed on the ground, Jinichi inspected the jagged end of the broken wood, contemplating something before tossing it away, only to bend down and grab Toji by the back of his yukata.
The boy groaned in pain, pleading for him to stop, and fighting against Jinichi with what strength he had left, which wasnât much. He dragged him across the yard, ripping up what flowers hadnât been destroyed during their chase, and dropped him on the edge of the koi pond.Â
If you felt sick before just to see them fighting, it was nothing compared to the churning in your stomach to see his brother step over Tojiâs body and stand above him. All too quickly, Jinichi guided Tojiâs head to the water and held him under. He fought against his brother, digging his nails into his ankles to draw blood, yet Jinichi never stopped.Â
If he kept going, Toji would surely die.
Somehow, some way, you defied your own fear in that moment, and in the next, your hands were pushing at Jinichiâs back with such a force that he toppled forward, into the pond. How you managed to cross the field so quickly, you werenât sureâ running was never your strong suit, but then again, youâd never tried while hopped up on so much adrenaline.
You lowered yourself beside Toji, careful not to touch his back or move him in a way that might cause him pain. Though, really, it wouldnât have mattered after the beating he had taken. Deeming his shoulders safe, you grabbed him there, helping to bring him off the ground until he could balance himself on shaky arms.
Jinichi broke the surface of the pond while Toji worked on catching his breath, keeping his head cast down as the water droplets fell from soaked tufts of his black hair. The clear water took on a reddish hue as it rinsed the blood from his face. He spat out what collected in his mouth, heaving in deep breaths.Â
âDidnât go in your room,â he muttered, spitting out more bloody water. You assumed he thought you to be his brother, hence his rambling, but Jinichi was actually standing on the other side of the pond, staring at you with a bewildered expression. âOgi is a liar. Not me.â
You reached down, placing your hand over the back of his own. âI believe you.âÂ
The heavy breathing stalled instantly, Toji going stalk still when he heard your voiceâ one that doesnât sound like his brotherâs at all. Clearly, you had startled him, but that was something you could apologize for later, after you dealt with the Zenin across the pond, who had yet to move.Â
âYou could have killed him, you know? What is the matter with you?â you snapped with enough bite that Jinichi flinched and took a step back. Then another, and another, until he fully turned around to run into the house. You watched him go with a disapproving shake of your head before giving your attention to the one who needed it the most. âAre you okay?â
He didnât respond to you, but he did move, shakily pulling his hand out from beneath yours. When he pressed it into the dirt, he tried to push himself to stand. He stumbled around a bit, but managed it eventually. There were a few seconds when you both were unmoving, still reeling and trying to adjust to what just happened.
Then, Toji spoke. âYou shouldnât be here.â
You stood, too, taking a moment to dust off your yukata and smooth it out straight. âI know, but he was hurting you.â
He never once spared you a glance, keeping his eyes cast away as he moved on the same path as his brother. The most you received from the interaction was a few words that sounded a lot like a threat.
âYou should leave before they hurt you, too.â
You took a few hurried steps toward him, latching onto his wrist to make him stop. âBut what about you. Your back is-â
âI know you like to watch us,â he interjected, shaking off your touch. âYou sit on the fence. You think no one can see you through the branches, but I can. So I know that you know what happens to girls here.â
Only then did you start to feel scared. After all, you had just been caught. If your parents found out, theyâd be pissed, but worse was whatever the notorious Zenins might do to you for such an offense.
With nothing else to say, nothing for you to deny, you apologized.Â
âIâm sorry.â It came out as a whisper, barely loud enough for you to even hear it. âPlease, donât tell anyone.â
Sensing your fear, Toji turned around. He didnât smile, his face seemingly stuck in a flat expression, but the look in his eyes changed. It was a subtle difference, but one that you noticed. Toji blinked a few times before saying, âI donât mind. Youâre not hurting anything. Besides, I know what itâs like to be somewhere youâre not supposed to be. I go into my brotherâs room all the time.â
A quiet gasp passed your lips, causing a smile to form on Tojiâs mouth. You could tell that with the amount of pain he was in, it was forced, but it was a smile nonetheless.
âAs long as you donât tell on me, I wonât tell on you. Okay?â
You swallowed thickly, giving a firm, singular nod. âOkay.â
Slowly, his smile fell. âYou should go now.â
âBut what about your back? Itâs badâ youâre bleeding-â
âIâll be fine. Theyâre nothing but a few scratches.â
But they werenât just a few scratches; they were deep, seeping wounds that Toji felt throb in time with his heartbeat while he watched you walk away, making sure you made it back between the cedar trees before letting go of the pained whimpers he had been holding back. The boy stumbled into the home before being swept up by one of the attendants to have his injuries assessed. Just as the woman finished cleaning the wound, the shoji door slammed open to allow Ogi to enter.
He didnât speakâ neither of them did. It wasnât needed, for they both knew what was in store for Toji. He wasnât only in trouble for his fight with his brother, but also for letting you walk away. While he had talked with you, he felt their eyes stabbing into his back, waiting for Toji to make the right move, yet he didnât.Â
And for that, he would be punished along with you, though you werenât aware of that yet.
âWhat did you do?â your mother hissed quietly, dragging you out of your room and into the living area, which you noticed was taken up by a few familiar facesâ Zenins, to be exact.Â
Jinichi sat between two men, stoic, just as you remembered him to be. The one on his left, Ogi, and the one on his right was someone youâd never seen before. Though with a mustache like that, you doubted that youâd ever be able to forget him. Naobito was his name, as you had soon learned just after your mother forced you into a deep, respectful bow.
The conversation didnât come as a surprise to you; you had screwed up, got caught by this powerful family, and were now about to reap the consequences of your actions. However, the action they were accusing you of wasnât trespassing, as you had assumed it to be. Instead, it was something they mustâve manifested in their minds. In other words, it was a lie.
âIt seems there was an altercation a few days ago. Your child stepped onto our property and tried to drown our Jinichi,â Ogi spat, earning the room two horrified gasps from your parents.
Unable to help yourself, you were quick to argue, âI never did that!â
âYou didnât push him into the koi pond?â A tense silence fell over the room as you slumped back down, trying to come up with something to defend yourself, yet you had nothing. You had, in fact, pushed the boy into the pond, though you werenât trying to drown him.Â
You brokenly sputtered, âH-He was the one trying to drown someone. He held Tojiâs head under the water-â
âWhy would he do that to his own brother, hm? Jinichi, you love Toji-kun, donât you?â
âVery much,â Jinichi replied, meeting your stare unyieldingly. âI would never try to hurt my own flesh and blood.â
âThen why did you whip his back with that cane? You made him bleed.â
It didnât matter what you said; no one believed you, not even your parents. They brushed it off on you, spending too much time in the sun that day, confusing brotherly roughhousing for an attack, but you knew better.
Your parents promised them that a proper punishment would be doled out, and the Zenins warned them against letting you wander too far again, for they wouldnât be so lenient next time. You were spanked for your crimes that night, sent to bed with a sore behind and an empty stomach, with a long list of chores for you to complete the next day.
You gave it a few months before curiosity got the better of you and led you back up the hill toward the gardens of the Zenin property, only this time, there was a tall privacy fence in place. You paced the perimeter of it, running your fingers along the sturdy, wooden grooves until boredom struck, and you retreated back to your own home.
Months continued, turning into years.Â
Sometimes youâd venture up the hill just to have a walk through the woods when you needed to clear your mind. And sometimes you found yourself lingering a little too long near the fence, just listening to what went on on the other side. Maybe that was creepy, but as always, you were just curious. You lived so close to the Zeninsâ everyone in the area knew them, everyone talked about them, and you were lucky enough to be within walking distance of their home.
Besides, what else was there to do? Your little farmhouse could only keep you entertained for so long, and it had since run out of inspirationâ about ten years ago, actually. Life in your childhood home was boring, stale, so⊠dull. So, yes, you indulged your curiosities every once in a while, prying into the lavish life of the Zenins, even if it would end up getting you in trouble.
Autumn had struck, the leaves were dying, but the sun reflecting off of them cast an orange hue in the air. All life had been stunted, it seemed, save for the green moss growing on the wooden fence. You ran your finger over it, picking off some sprigs and letting them sprinkle to the ground. The wind carried a chill, rustling the dead leaves, but the scent it brought was a nice one. You wondered if the city smelled just like this, and you found yourself hoping it did, for it would be the only thing youâd miss about your home if you ever moved away.
You ventured further away that day, straying too far from the normal path, which you would need to take to get home. The distance made you feel a little giddy, and the uncharted territory felt fun. You wondered why you hadnât done it sooner, until you were reminded of whyâ staying on the normal path ensured a quick escape back to your home, should you ever get caught stalking the Zeninâs property again.
And, unfortunately, you had just been caught. You were sure of it the second you locked stares with familiar green eyes that were perched at the very top of the fence. While yours widened in shock, his remained the sameâ dull, almost lifeless, yet you knew he was seeing you because they followed your movements, unblinkingly.
You werenât sure what to say as you looked up at him, wondering how he took on such a relaxed, nonchalant position while balancing on top of a tall privacy fence. It scaled taller than your own house and would definitely ensure a few broken bones if you were to fall, though he seemed to be at ease.
âYou usually donât come down this far,â he said, breaking the silence with a voice that was far deeper than you remembered. Granted, itâs been years, so you suppose it checks out.
âYou were watching me?â
âOnly sometimes,â he offered with a shrug, standing to his feet on top of the fence.
âHey,â you gasped, âbe careful!âÂ
But he was already moving, jumping from the top of the fence and catching himself on a thick branch of a tree. He let himself dangle there for a moment before dropping to his feet, landing with grace right in front of you. And as he stood to his full height, you were made aware that his voice was not the only thing that changed about him, but his body, too; most notably, a wicked scar on his upper lip. Part of you wanted to ask about its origins, but another part of you knew better than to pry for that informationâ it seemed personal.
âThatâs really dangerous! A fall from that height could have broken a bone!â
âBut I caught myself on the tree,â he argued playfully.
âAnd if you hadnât?â
He glanced up at the fence, gauging its height before shrugging. âIâd reckon Iâd still be fine. Iâve fallen from higher places.â
You held a chastising finger at him, muttering, âThatâs bad. Very bad.â
âMânot a dog, so donât scold me like one.â He rolled his eyes, though he didnât sound too irritated. âAnyway, what are you still doing coming up here? Ainât you tired of looking at the same old fence yet?â
âNo. The area is nice and peaceful.â
âAnd it isnât nice and peaceful on your own property?â
With a tilt of your head, you asked, âWhy does it feel like youâre trying to make me go home?â
âMaybe I just donât like you being this close to my home. If you were smart, you wouldnât like being this close either. Especially, after what happened last time.â
âYou still remember that?â
ââCourse, I do. And probably just as vividly as you do, too,â he scoffed. âYou shouldnât come this close anymore. Youâre just gonna get in trouble again if you get caught.â
You placed a hand on your hip, entirely unthreatened. âAre you going to snitch on me?â
He exhaled a quiet laugh. âNo. So long as you stay on your side of the creek from now on, Iâll have no reason to.â
âHmmâŠâ You dropped your hand from your hip to cross your arms. âWell, Iâm not going unless you come with me. Iâll need an escort back.â
âAn escort?â
âYes,â you stated firmly. âAs you know, Iâve never been this far from my usual path. Who knows if Iâll be able to find my way back, rather than wandering further onto your property?â
He chuckled, bewildered by your suggestion. âNeed me to hold your hand, too?â
âYes, actually.â You held it out for him to take, making him lose his grin. He eyed your extended palm, watching as you flexed it, wordlessly prompting him to grab it, yet he didnât. âCome on. We donât have all day, do we?â
His eyes slid up to meet yours. âBut I was only kidding-â
âI wasnât.â
Tojiâs lips parted to spew some kind of excuse, but nothing came out, and his mouth closed, opening once more to bite out, âFine.âÂ
Hesitantly, he grabbed your hand, taking it in a tight fist. It wasnât enough to hurt you, but it did startle you a little, especially when he tugged you to follow him. With a huff, you wrangled him back and forced him to take your hand properly.Â
âNever held someoneâs hand before or something?â you asked, interlocking your fingers. You let your connected hands fall between you. âThere we go. Thatâs how you do it.âÂ
When you looked back up, he was glaring down at your hands, confused more than angry. And when he started pulling you away again, you didnât miss the way the tips of his ears were starting to turn red.
âYou want to be friends?â Toji questioned you one night, brows furrowing deeply as he pointed to himself. âWith me?â
You frowned, thinking back on the week you both had, where youâd meet every evening at the creek to hang out, wondering if youâd read the situation incorrectlyâ werenât you two getting along? Or was he really just coming here out of some obligation?Â
âWhy wouldnât I want to be friends with you? Youâre cool.â
âYou really think so?â
âOf course, I do.â
His confusion was palpable as he questioned again, âReally?â
You scoffed and reached over to flick his cheek. He reeled away with a surprised hiss, rubbing the growing red mark. âYouâre cool, Toji. How many times do I have to say it?â
His hand went still on his face as he stared at you, probably trying to figure out if you were being genuine or not. Finally, he dropped his hand. âOkay. Yeah, sure. We can be friends. If you want.â
When silence ensued, inching toward something awkward, you reached forward and poked his cheek. âHey. Donât be all weird now. Thatâs not cool at all.â
With a smushed cheek, he mumbled, âIâm not being weird.â
âSwear?â
âSwear.â
âGood.â You dropped your hand with a satisfied smile and relaxed back on the ground, closing your eyes and paying no mind to the crunch of the leaves below your head. âLay down, too.â
You didnât see him move, but you heard the leaves crunch as he relaxed beside you, just close enough to barely brush your shoulders together.
After a few minutes of quiet autumn breezes, he asked, âYou really think Iâm cool?â
âToji, the fact that you keep asking is making it weird.â
In only a few months, the two of you had grown close. No longer were you two just friends; you were best friends.Â
Even as the season chilled into winter, you two would still frequently meet at the creek, though when the snow started falling, your hangouts were often cut short due to the cold, and sometimes, you didnât meet at all.Â
But that was fine; you missed him, of course, but you knew that he didnât want you trekking through the snow, just like you didnât want him to do that either.
Toward the end of that year, a winter storm blew in. He told you the week before it happened that you shouldnât meet at the creek. And you agreed with him, with the exception being the evening of his birthday, of course. He implored that it was fine, that you didnât need to risk your health and safety for such a stupid reason, but you insisted, and finally, he relented. Toji promised to meet you out there on his birthday.
Yet, as you stood at the creek on the 31st of December, bundled up and shivering, you realized Toji mightâve forgottenâ which was fine. It was his 16th birthday, after all, and he was probably busy with family obligations.Â
Okay, it hurt a little bit that he forgot, but you tried your best not to let it get to you. You only wanted to give him the gift you made for himâ granted, it was a silly gift, but you thought heâd appreciate it.
But it was fine. You could always give it to him another time.
You retreated back to your house, stopping just inside the door to peel your many layers off. You snuck past the living room, where your parents were bringing in the new year with their friends, playing card games, drinking, eating, laughing. You crossed your fingers, hoping they didnât stop to ask why you were back so soon. As far as they were concerned, you were going out with a friendâ a friend who was a girl you met at school, and not an infamous Zenin boy, who you were forbidden from talking to.
Once you made it to your room undetected, you changed into your pajamas, turned on quiet music, and started working on the project you left behind a few hours ago: a half-knitted sweater. Well, half was an overstatement; youâd barely finished one of the sleeves. Knitting wasnât your strong suit, and it wasnât all that fun, but it kept your hands busy.
Entirely immersed in your work, you were almost dead to the world, which is why when your bedroom window was abruptly pushed open, you screamedâÂ
Until you realized it was only Toji, with a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. Quickly, you slapped your hand over your mouth, and your other over your racing heart. You both stayed silent, listening for your parents' concerned questions, but the loud chatter of them with their friends let you know they hadnât heard a thing.Â
Only then did you speak, and it was to harshly whisper, âJesus! You scared me!â
âI was throwing pebbles at your window for five minutes. Shouldâve known you were⊠knitting?â He waved a confused hand at the mess of tan yarn in your lap. âSince when have you known how to do that?â
âSince two weeks ago, but thatâs not important. What are you doing here?â
He drew his eyes away from your lap. âYou didnât wait for me at the creek.â
âI did. For two hours. Figured you were busy with your party or something, but itâs no big deal. You didnât have to come all the way down here on your birthday. I couldâve given you your gift later.â You placed your yarn and knitting needles aside to slide off your bed and retrieve his present.Â
When you stood in front of him, holding a small box behind your back, he eyed you suspiciously. âYou got me a gift?â
âOf course, I got you a gift. Itâs your birthday. Now, close your eyes.â He cocked a brow, hesitating until you snapped, âClose them. Now.â
And he did.
Once you placed the gift box in his hand, you added, âItâs nothing crazy. You might even think itâs stupid-â
âWhat? No, Iâ shut up, you didnât-â Your brows furrowed, and he instantly backpedaled. âSorry. Donât shut up. Thatâs notâ I just-â
âOpen the damn box, Toji.â
âYes, maâam.â He pulled the lid away, placing it on your nightstand before reaching in to grab the gift. Between his two fingers, he held up the woven tendril of green strands, inspecting it with a frown. âA bracelet?â
You nodded and held up your own wrist, displaying the one you made for yourself. âA friendship bracelet.â
âOh,â he murmured, still looking it over with curiosity.Â
Your stomach started to churn with nerves, which led to you blurting out, âI told you it wasnât anything crazy, I said it was stupid-â His eyes flicked to yours, widening just enough as you continued, âYouâre probably used to the fancy stuffâ gold and silver and diamonds, which is fine. I mean, your family is loaded, so thatâs to be expected. Just give that back, Iâm sorry-â
When you went to grab it, he jerked it out of your reach. âNo way. Itâs mine.â
âItâs stupid, Toji.â
âItâs not stupid at all. Itâs cool.â You slowly dropped your hands. âIâve never had a friendship bracelet before; no one has ever⊠you really made this for me?â
âWell, yeah. And for me, too.â His eyes slid to your wrist, and he took your hand, bringing you closer so he could look at yours, too. The contact brought warmth to your face. âYou like them?â
âMhm, I do. You did a good job on them.â
âThank you.â The warmth on your face only got hotter, but the praise was nice. âDo you want me to help you put yours on? They can be a pain in the ass sometimes.â
He lowered your hand back to your side and handed his bracelet to you, offering you his wrist next. After securing it, you glanced at his face, taking note of the small smile that was on his mouth as he ran his finger over the woven pattern.
âThank you. For the gift.â
The slight nervousness in your chest faded, and you smiled, too. âYouâre welcome! I was really hoping youâd like it! I wasnât sure what else to get you. I know you probably have everything you could ever want already.â
â...almost everything.â
âHm?âÂ
You tilted your head in question, but he didnât respond. Instead, he glanced at the clock on your nightstand, then looked back at you.Â
âMy family is doing fireworks for the New Year.â
Your eyes lit up with excitement. âI love fireworks!â
âWanna go watch them?â he asked. âThe roof would be the perfect spot.â
âThe roof? Like, the roof of my house?â When he nodded, you asked, âHow are we supposed to get up there?âÂ
He slipped out of his coat, handing it to you, then moved toward the open window. As you slid your arms into the warmth, sufficiently wrapping yourself up in it, he inched outside, far enough that it worried you.Â
âHey, Toji, thatâs not safe. You could fall-â
But your warning was too late. He somehow managed to pull himself off the windowsill using the gutter of your house, and then proceeded to defy gravity by vaulting onto the roof. Naturally, you were concerned and rushed over to the window, only when you peered up at the roof, he leaned over the edge and offered you his hand.
âYouâre insane if you think Iâm doing that.â
âCome on,â he tutted teasingly. âDonât be a chicken.â
âYou could drop me.â
âI swear, I wonât. And if I do, Iâd be down there to catch you before you hit the ground.â
Your eyes widened, head shaking in disbelief. âWhat? You think youâre a superhero, or something?â
He snorted. âDefinitely not, but I trust myself enough not to let you fall.â
âYou can trust yourself all you want, but Iâm the one who needs to trust you right now. And I definitely do not.â
He clicked his tongue. âYou should.â
âOh, yeah?â
âYeah.â
âWhyâs that?â
âBecause you mean a lot to me, and Iâd never suggest anything that would get you hurt.â You stared at his hand again, watching him flex it open. âCome on. You made me a friendship bracelet and everything. You have to trust me at least a little bit, right?â
âToji-â
âAnd itâs my birthday, so you kinda have to do everything I say.â
Your lips pressed into a flat line as you eyed the distance from your window to the ground.
âDamn you.âÂ
With a groan, you grabbed his hand, squeezed your eyes shut, and braced for the ground, but the fall didnât come; Toji lifted you onto the roof as if you weighed nothing, letting you stumble right onto his lap. You gripped the fabric on his shoulders, peering behind you and over the edge of the roofâ such a long way down.Â
âYouâre very bold, you know that?â
He chuckled and pulled you off his lap, placing you beside him. âOne day, youâll finally trust me.â
âMaybe so, but that day is not today. Youâll have to prove yourself a few more times.â You moved closer to his side, noticing his thin, long-sleeved shirt. âHey, arenât you cold?â
âIâm fine, really-â You slid back onto his lap, sitting back toward his knees so it wasnât entirely inappropriate. âReally, Iâm not-â
âDo you want to catch a cold? No, you donât. So put your arms in here.â You opened the jacket, shivering as the cold air chilled you through your pajamas. âHurry before all the warm air gets out.â
Sounding flustered, he muttered, âWhere am I supposed to-â You grabbed his arms, led them inside the jacket, and wrapped them around your waist. âOh.â
âIsnât that better?â
You heard him swallow before humming, âMhm.âÂ
He relaxed into your touch after a few moments and even pulled you forward to get closer. Despite your initial thoughts, straddling his lap this closely didnât feel inappropriate at all. It felt comforting and safe, like you wouldnât mind staying there for the rest of your life.
The fireworks started a little while later, lighting up the sky with bright flashes of vibrant colors. Both of you watched them in contented silenceâ it was nice. Really nice, even.
âYou know, these are really good fireworks, but have you seen the ones they do in Osaka. For the summer festival?â
âNo. Have you?â
You giggled, âNo, but I saw them on TV last year. Theyâre super cool. We should go sometime.â
Through the sound of the distant explosions, you heard your parents and their friends count down from ten, and when the clock hit midnight, you didnât hesitate to press your lips to Tojiâs cheek. It wasnât much, a gentle peck at most, but it was something that meant so much to both of you.Â
Though at the time, neither of you was truly aware of the significance.
âHappy New Year,â you whispered when you pulled back to rest your cheek on his shoulder.
You werenât sure if he said it back.Â
If he did, you definitely couldnât hear it over the sound of the blood rushing through your head.
Toji moved off the Zenin property a few months after he turned 18. He came to see you when he could, but after being cut off from his familyâs funds, he was stuck working a few part-time jobs, barely giving him any time off. You pretended it didnât bother you too badly, but the reality of it was that without Toji there to keep you company, the place felt small and lonely. You were going stir-crazy, and the subtle comments from your parents, suggesting that you look for a place, were grating on your nerves.Â
Which is why when Toji came to pick you up the night of your 18th birthday, you slumped down in his car with a box of items. He eyed them suspiciously, gaze flicking to you and your pleading look. Hesitantly, he asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âMind if I stay with you for a few days?â
He blinked a few times, inhaling deeply to ask, âUm, like⊠starting tonight?â He worried his bottom lip between his teeth when you nodded. âIâve only got one bedroom. And itâs not on the nice side of town either.â
âToji, if you donât want me to stay, just say so-â
âNo! Thatâs not it,â he rushed to say, scratching at the back of his neck. âItâs just that⊠itâs kind of a shitty place, and Iâm messy, and youâre not gonna like it.â
Catching sight of his reddening cheeks, you offered a soft smile. âYou donât have to be embarrassed. It canât be that bad. Besides, itâs just for a few days. I trust you to take care of me for a few days. And since itâs a one-bedroom, I can take the couch.â
âWell, I donât have a couch. When I left the estate, I only brought a few changes of clothes, and the new place didnât come furnished.â
âSo, where do you sleep?â
The answer to that question: the fucking floor.
âToji,â you sighed, taking a look around the bare space that was somehow messy, despite being almost empty. âYou couldnât have grabbed a futon before you left the estate?â
âWas kinda in a rush,â he sheepishly said. âFigured Iâd get whatever I needed when I had time, but⊠sort of short on that, too. Plus, sânot like anyone else lives with me anyway, so it doesnât bother me.â When you cast him a cool look, he winced. âWell, it bothers me now that youâre here.â
You let your eyes slip around the room. A dirty old rug, a basket of unfolded clothes, a foldable, metal chair, a scratched-up side table he probably picked up for free on the side of the road, and a gunâ wait-Â
âWhat is that for?!â You pointed at the weapon, and Toji followed your direction until he, too, spotted it. Quickly, he grabbed the gun and slipped it behind him, tucking it into his waistband as if that would magically erase the last two seconds from your mind. âToji.â
âWhat? Itâs a bad part of town, I told you already.â
âSo, you have a gun, to do what with? Shoot people?â
He blinked a few times, lips parting in surprise before he forced them closed, throat bobbing as he swallowed. âNo. I would never.â He eyed your unimpressed glare, offering up his hands in a surrendering gesture. âI swear.â
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, frown deepening before you dismissed it, muttering, âYou better not. It would piss me off.âÂ
Toji let out a sigh of relief and moved aside, letting you venture deeper into the apartment. He let you explore, not that there was much of that to be done anyway. You found the bathroomâ small and dingyâ the kitchen was just the same. And when you were finished, you stood in front of him again, hand on your hip.Â
âYou were right. This place is shitty.â You gave the room another glance. âIâm not leaving until itâs at least somewhat suitable.â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â you countered, directing your stare at him. âYou canât live like this.â
âYes, I can. Iâve been doing it for months now.â
âWell, I canât live like this,â you argued, catching the way confusion flickered in his eyes.Â
âYou?â
âMe.â With a lazy wave of your hand, you explained, âMy parents not-so-subtly suggested that I move out.â
Tojiâs face slackened. âThey kicked you out.â
âNo, they suggested it was time for me to get my own place since Iâm an adult now, so I thought Iâd stay with you until I find an apartment. Just a few days.â
Toji cocked a brow. âYou think youâre going to find a nice apartment to move into in just a few days?â When you nodded, he asked, âWith what money?â With pursed lips, you shrugged, bringing him to sigh, âYouâre not going to find a place in just a few days with no money.â
âWhy not? You did.â
âNo, I didnât.â
âWhat do you mean, you didnât? Weâre in your apartment right now-â It clicked for you then. âThis isnât your apartment, is it?â
âIt is.â He swallowed. âKind of.â
âKind of?â
He chewed on his bottom lip. âWell, not officially.â
âYouâre squatting here,â you surmised, making him wince again.
âYes.â
It wasnât the most ideal situation, but you couldnât be mad at Toji for it. It wasnât like he expected you to throw yourself and all of your problems into his lap. However, that didnât mean you could continue letting him live this way, squatting or not.
You let out a huff and rubbed at your eyes, feeling tired already. âOkay. Itâs fine. We can just⊠figure it out tomorrow.â
âWe?â
âYes, we. You need a place to liveâ a real place that is your ownâ and so do I, so we can start looking tomorrow. Or better yet, I can start looking tomorrow, since youâre keen on living in squalor. But once I find a place, youâre moving in with me. No more of⊠this.â You motioned to the space around you. âNow, is there anything else you wanna tell me? Youâre technically homeless, are you jobless, too?â
âNo. I⊠work.â
His tone was hesitantâ less than trustworthy now that youâve seen all of this.
âIs it ethical?â He didnât answer, but he did look guilty, and you had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. âDo I even want to know?â
âProbably not.â
âOkay,â you sighed again. âLast question, do you have enough money to buy dinner? Iâm broke.â
You moved into a new apartment only a few weeks after leaving your house. It wasnât much better than the previous place, but at least it was in a better part of town.
You quickly found out that living with Toji wasnât bad at all. You both respected each otherâs privacy and kept communication open to voice concerns about your living arrangement. When you had friends over, you made sure to keep out of Tojiâs way, and he kept out of yours. However, he never brought people overâ you suspected he didnât have any friends other than you, but there were a few times you overheard him talking on the phone to someone named Shiu.
The bills were split equally, with you handing over your share to Toji, so he could pay them off with the landlord. At first, your friend insisted that he could cover the expenses, but you wouldnât let that slideâ you couldnât just live with him and not contribute; this was a shared space.
You each had your own bedroom, which was sort of a moot point, as Toji so rarely slept in his room, often opting to crash on the couch when heâd come back from work instead. He usually stayed out all night and slept all day, and while that concerned you, you didnât bring up what his job consisted of againâ ignorance is bliss, and all that.
Well, as it turns out, ignorance is bliss until youâre forced to see first-hand the very thing youâd been turning a blind eye to.
You had left work early that day, not feeling the greatest after having just gotten over a cold. You attempted to tough it out since your job wasnât really grueling at allâ the little antique shop didnât get that much business, which left you sitting at the counter, bored out of your mind as you worked through your puzzle book. But after listening to you sniffle and groan one too many times, your boss sent you home with strict orders to rest up.
With a headache pounding behind your eyes and a grumbling stomach that was practically begging for something warm, you relented. Miso soup, a bit of knitting, and a nap sounded heavenly. But when you stepped into your apartment, you quickly realized that a relaxing afternoon was not in store for you.Â
The first clue was the trail of red droplets staining your rug, leading you toward the kitchen. The next clue was the bloodied wrap and towels lying on the floor, and next, pieces from the first aid kit strewn across the counter, as if someone had messily searched for what they needed and left the mess behind.
You werenât dumb. You knew what all of this was, what it meant, and who had caused it. And all of that was proved correct when you found him in the bathroom, standing and leaning back against the sink, shirt pulled up his torso and held secure in his mouth, as he sewed up the large, seeping gash in his abdomen.Â
Time froze for a moment.
You stared at him; he stared back. Both of you were equally as shocked as the other.
And then he opened his mouth, his shirt falling to cover the wound as he broke the silence to ask, âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâ umâŠâ You continued to stare at his torso, even if you couldnât see the marred skin anymore. âCame home early. Wasnât feeling well.â You raised a shaky hand, pointing at his abdomen. âWhat happened?â
âJust had a little accident. Nothing to worry about.â
Your bottom lip quivered from the stress. âDonât lie to me.â
âNot lying, itâs really nothing.â The guilt on his face only worsened. âPlease, donât cry. Iâm fine-â
âYouâre bleeding.âÂ
âItâs not as bad as it looks. I swear-â
Neither of you had realized you crossed the bathroom until you stood right in front of him, holding a tight hand over his mouth to make him shut up. His eyes widened, but he didnât try to push you away. With your other hand, you pulled his shirt back up to inspect the wound.
âWh-Who did that to you?â You removed your hand so he could answer, yet the most you got was a choked-back groan. âAnswer me-â
âI donât know. You think he gave me his name before he shoved a knife in my side?â
You felt tears roll down your cheeks when you blinked, which Toji wiped away with his knuckle, muttering, âItâs okay. Really.â
âItâs not-â
âIt is,â he insisted, pulling his shirt out of your hand to cover the wound again. âTrust me. Please.â
Doing so was a mistakeâ you knew that.Â
But you couldnât help it. You did trust him.
So, when he asked you to forget about it, when he told you that it wouldnât happen again, you believed him.
You trusted his promise to you, knowing that it was empty.
You knew that it would happen again, but you also knew that when the next time came around, you wouldnât be there to see it.Â
Toji would make sure of it.
âHowâd you get that scar on your lip?â you asked him one evening after years of wanting to know its backstory. Originally, you thought it might be too personal, but with a few drinks in your system, the question came out easily.Â
Thankfully, Toji didnât seem to mind it either. He nursed his nth beer bottle in one hand, the other resting behind you on the back of the couch as you both watched some stupid TV show youâd heard about from your friends. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he answered, âI tripped and fell. Smacked my face off the wall.â
âMm. Seems pretty tame compared to the other scars on your body. I thought that one would be more⊠significant, you know?â
âSignificantâŠâ he mused, leaning forward to set his bottle on the coffee table, dragging back with him a new one. âI think you mean dramatic.â
You shrugged. âMaybe.â
As he twisted off the bottle cap, he chuckled. âOkay. What if I said that my family threw me into this special room? And that this room was filled with things that want to hurt you, but theyâre invisible.â
âLike ghosts?â
âMhm, like ghosts. And what if I said that these ghosts are how I got this scar? Would that be significant and dramatic enough for you?â
Your nose crinkled. âThat would be too much, actually. Ghosts arenât real. And your family sucks, but⊠theyâre not that cruel, are they?â
He snorted. âYou tell me. You stalked our backyard for years.â
âYeah, but I never saw anyone get dragged into any haunted dungeon.â
âRight,â he mused, bringing the bottle to his lips. âA haunted dungeon isnât very realistic. The walking into a wall thing makes way more sense.â
You squinted at him as if that would help decipher what he was trying to say. âYouâre being weird tonight.â
âSorry.â
âItâs fine.â You leaned into his side, soaking up the warmth.Â
Minutes later, his arm inched off the back of the couch to rest over your shoulders. When his arm dipped lower behind you, his hand splayed against your waist, you tried to pretend like it didnât bother you much.
But the reality of it left you with heated cheeks and a heartbeat that was too fast to be normal.
It was only in this moment that you realized the feelings you harbored for your friend strayed far past platonic.
The revelation of your new feelings was nearly debilitating. No longer could you talk to Toji for longer than five minutes without stuttering over your words or blushing like an idiot. If he noticed, he never pointed it outâ thankfully, and in turn, you never pointed out when he was flustered either, which happened more often than youâd think. It used to be over the little things, like a simple hug, an accidental touch of hands, or when heâd let you borrow his jacket because you were too stubborn to grab your own, even after he told you it was cold outside.Â
But things escalated, much like they always do.
You were running late that morning. All you needed was your work outfit, which youâd forgotten to grab from the dryer before taking your shower because again, you were running late, leaving you in a frazzled state. You did remember your underwear, thoughâ lucky you.
Your washer and dryer unit occupied a small alcove in the hallway beside the bathroom. Depending on where you stood in the kitchen, you would be able to see down the same hallway.Â
With this knowledge in mind, you made sure to call Tojiâs name before you stepped out of the bathroom, just to make sure he had enough time to cover his eyes.Â
When you received no response from him, you hurriedly rushed to the dryer, holding an arm to your bare chest for coverage. Bent at the waist, you filtered through the mess of dried clothes to find your outfit, freezing in place when you heard his sharp intake of air. You stood straight just in time to see him pulling his earbuds from his ears and turning around.Â
âJesus,â Toji breathed, âWarn a guy next time.â
âI called your name.â
âApparently not fucking loud enough since I just had to see your tits.â
âOh, like thatâs such a bother,â you scoffed, bending over to look for your clothes again.
âIt is a bother. Itâs going to bother me for the rest of the day now. Maybe even the rest of the week.â
âI had them covered with my hand!â
âBarely!â
You snorted, mumbling, âGod, you act as if youâve never seen boobs before.â
âI havenât. Not in person anyway, and definitely not yours-â
âWait.â
âWhat?â
You slammed the dryer door shut, clothing in your arms, and stood straight to face him, though he couldnât see you with his back turned to you. âYouâve never seen boobs?â
âNot in person,â he reiterated tersely. âI mean, I used to have this magazine-â
âStop. I donât need to know that.â
âOkay, soâŠâ
âAre you a virgin then?â
Redness crept up the back of his neck as he defensively said, âSo are you.â
âHow do you know?â
âMaybe because weâre from the middle of bumfuck nowhere, so unless you managed to screw one of my cousins without me knowing about it, youâre still a virgin, too.â
âI couldâve brought someone over here, you know? Itâs not like youâre here during the night that much anyway. How would you have known?â
Tojiâs shoulders tensed.
Suddenly, you didnât feel like arguing anymore. It was stupid to begin with. Now, you were just poking the bear and wasting time when youâre already late for work.
Lowly, he asked, âHave you had someone over?â
âNo. Not for that.â
âGood. Donât. Ever.â
Your frowned. âWhy not?â
âBecause this is our apartment, meaning itâs my place just as much as itâs yours. How would you like it if I brought over a woman you didnât know, and I didnât run it past you first?â
âI donât know.âÂ
You hated the idea, actually. Loathed it, even.
âOkay, well, I do know that if I catch some man in here, itâs going to piss me off. So, just⊠just tell me, or something. Iâll make sure Iâm not here, and you can let me know when heâs gone.â
âOr we could just-âÂ
You cut yourself off before that word vomit could spew from your mouth. But the beginning part was already out there. Toji heard you.
âWe could just, what?â
Fuck. We could just fuck. Each other. Together.
But you were smart enough to know why saying that would be idiotic.
âNothing! I didnât mean to say that! And Iâm late for work! So, I have to finish getting ready!â
You trapped yourself in the bathroom after that, making sure that you heard Tojiâs bedroom door shut before even thinking of leaving for work for the day. You had wasted an extra half hour in the bathroom, so by the time you made it to work, almost an hour late, to say your boss was less than enthused would be an understatement.
The realization of your crush on Toji, paired with the acknowledgement of just how attractive this man was, was a lethal combination for your sanity. You tried your best not to let it bother you, and for the most part, you had succeeded. But there were moments where you couldnât help itâ you would end up flustered beyond the normal amount, and having him watch you stutter your way through some half-assed explanation as to why you were suddenly going shy on him only made it worse.Â
Thankfully, he never picked on you for itâ not excessively, at least. Most of the time, it was a subtle acknowledgement that he noticed you acting timid, and then heâd allow you to escape from the situation with the small bits of your dignity that you had leftâ a simple kindness, really. It was the least he could do, or so you thought.Â
However, there were times when your friend wasnât feeling very merciful at all.
You had been sitting on the couch, knitting away with a blank mind, when you heard him call out your name from the hallway.
âYeah?â you responded, not even looking up from your knitting needles.
âRemember that shirt I let you borrow last week?â
 One of his work shirts that you had taken to sleep in that night. You were feeling bloated, and your tight pajamas werenât the least bit comfortable.
âUh huh.â
âAnd do you remember when I said not to dry it?â
Your hands went still as you thought back on the interaction youâd had with him a few days agoâ did he tell you not to dry the shirt?
âUhh-â You looked up when a shadow fell over you, wide eyes settling on Tojiâs exposed abdomen, which the shirtâ the very tight, very small shirtâ didnât cover. âOh.â
âYeah, oh,â he retorted. âYou ruined it.â
âRuined? I wouldnât say that.â When you finally managed to drag your eyes up to his face, you were met with an amused look. It was only then that you realized your mistakeâ openly checking out your best friend. It brought a scorching heat to your face. âThatâs notâ I didnâtâ what I meantâ I just-â
No mercy wasnât granted then.Â
Toji let you stutter it out, watching you nearly combust in front of him with a grin on his face.
You just barely managed to collect yourself enough to choke out, âIt doesnât look bad. Really. Itâs⊠fine.â
âJust fine?â he pried for more, knowing you were too embarrassed to realize it for yourself.Â
âItâs good. Really good. Great, even.âÂ
âYeah?â
âMhm. Yeah.â You swallowed thickly and forced your shaky hands to start knitting again.Â
âWell, if thatâs the case, maybe I should just wear it to work then. Since itâs not as bad as I think it is.â
âOh, you should. You definitely should.â
You pretended you didnât hear his quiet laughter as he grabbed his zip-up hoodie from the front door. He slid on his shoes and grabbed his keys.
âIâll be back later than usual. Probably after midnight.â
âMhm. Okay.â
âYou know who to call if you need me, right?â
âFor sure.âÂ
You heard his laughter one last time before he stepped out the door, closing it behind him. Once you were alone, you dropped your knitting needles and covered your face, letting the mortification creep in while muttering, âOh, my god,â into your palms.
You werenât the only one getting flustered in that apartment. Toji had his fair share of moments, too, and you ate each one up like it was candy.Â
Like the time you were cutting his hair and flashed your chest on accident.
Or the time when you were bent over in the kitchen, cleaning out one of the lower cabinets, and he happened to walk in behind you.
Or when the electricity in your apartment had cut out during winter, and you asked for cuddles to keep yourself warm.
All of these moments were innocentâ mostly innocent, at least.
The only time it wasnât completely innocent was the day you asked to kiss him.
It was out of the blue, a spur-of-the-moment type of dealâ you were feeling impulsive and curious, and Toji was just there, oblivious to the thoughts going through your head as you approached him in the kitchen.Â
With a light tap on his shoulder, he briefly glanced back at you and smiled before returning to the task of restocking the first-aid kitâ something that happened quite frequently.Â
âNeed something?â
âPossibly.â
He hummed, âWell, if itâs a plain, boring bandage youâre looking for, I hate to disappoint.â He reached into the drug-store bag on the counter, pulling out a box of themed bandages. âThey only had pink princess ones, so-â
âI donât need a bandage.â
âSomething from the cabinet then? Just gimme a second, and Iâll move out of your way-â
âToji.â
Hearing your tone, he paused and then set down the first-aid items to turn and face you. When you stayed quiet, his brows raised in concern.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked cautiously.
âNothingâs wrong. Not yet, anyway. I suppose it depends on how you take this.â Your short explanation seemed to only concern him more. âI just⊠well, I wanted to talk to you about something. And if youâre not okay with it, thatâs completely fine. Iâm not trying to make you uncomfortable, or upset, orâ or⊠ruin our friendshipâ I donât want you to hate me, or think Iâm weird, or crazy-â
âDid you do something bad?â he interjected, placing a hand on your shoulder. âIf you did, itâs okay. Just tell me what happened, and Iâll take care of it.â
âHuh?â
âYou look guilty. If you killed someone, just let me know where the body is, and I-â
âToji, Iâ no! Thatâs not-!â
âThen you need someone taken care of? All I need to know is what they look like-â
âNo! No one is dead, no one is dying!â
He raised his voice just a little to ask, âThen why are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âLike what?!â
âLike you need me to do something for you. Whatever it is, I can get it done. You donât have to be afraid to ask. I wonât be mad at you-â
âA kiss! I was going to ask for a kiss!â
There. It was out in the open for the universe to mock you for.Â
You wanted to kiss Toji.Â
And now he knew that you wanted to kiss him, too.
The silence that ensued was terrifying.
The bewildered eye contact mightâve been worse.
âIâ umâŠâ He laughed nervously. âWhat?â
You took it back. The silence and eye contact were the least of your worries.
âA kiss, Toji. You kiss me.â You pointed between yourself and him. âUnless you donât want to-â
âDidnât say that.â
âWell, you didnât say much of anything, actually.â While you stood there, watching such a redness bloom over his cheeks, you sighed, âIâm only curious. Iâm twenty and have no idea what itâs like.âÂ
âAnd you think I do?â
âIâ no? I guess not. Look, it doesnât have to mean anything. If youâre saving it for someone else, thatâs fine. Just say so. Or if you donât want to do that with me, I understand. I just thought that since weâre friends, it would be easier to do it together. More comfortable and stuff.â
You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. âNo, that uhâ that makes sense. We should⊠do that.â
You smiled, trying your best to be as comforting as possible, but really, you were freaking out on the inside. Youâre sure Toji was feeling the same, though he was less subtle about it than you were.Â
âOkay. Go on,â you prompted.
âGo on and do what?â
Your face slackened. âKiss me, stupid.â
âS-Sure.â
You couldnât remember the last time you heard him stutterâ if heâs ever even done it before. You also pretended not to notice him not-so-subtly wipe his palms off on his pants.Â
To help, you took the initiative of wrapping your arms around his neck to reel him in closer, letting him almost stumble into you and place his hands on your waist to steady himself. You felt the tips of his fingers sink into your skin, and you swore you could see his heartbeat in his chest.
âYou seem nervous,â you lilted, hoping to lighten the mood, but it didnât. Not for Toji, anyway; he was still just staring at your mouth.
And then, âI have no idea what Iâm doing.â
You snorted, âReally? I didnât know.â
His green eyes flicked to yours. âItâs gonna be bad.â
You shrugged. âProbably, but Iâm not expecting fireworks or anything, okay? If itâs the worst thing ever, then who cares? Itâs not like thereâs anyone here besides us, and Iâm not going to judge you for a bad kiss. But if itâll make you feel better, I can close my eyes.â
He nodded, entirely serious. âOkay. Do that.â
âI was joking, Toji.â
âI wasnât.â
You giggled, âFine. Iâll close them.â
You felt him lean in closer. You felt the lightest bit of breath brush over your face. You felt his hands tighten on your waist.Â
You felt his lips against your cheek.
With a small grin, unable to help yourself, you mumbled, âYou needed me to close my eyes for that?â
And then you felt his lips press against your own.
It took you a moment to realize it for yourself, to process that this was it, you were kissing him. And once you came to terms with it, you kissed him back. Soft and slow, timid almost, like you were both too shy to push for something more.Â
But that was okay; this pace was perfect. As a matter of fact, the whole thing was perfect.
When you parted from one another, you forced your eyes to open and were lucky enough to witness the deepest blush known to man covering Tojiâs face.Â
âOh.â You stifled your laugh behind your hand. âYour cheeks are so red.â
âShut up,â he groaned, tugging you forward with the hands on your hips, only to press his face into your shoulder.
âItâs okay,â you cooed condescendingly. âNo need to be embarrassed.â
âYouâre the worst.â
You sighed in content, leaning into him for a sloppy sort of hug. âIt was a good kiss, though.â
âReally?â
âReally.â You smiled, though he couldnât see it. âI liked it a lot.â
âMe, too,â he said quietly, voice muffled in your shoulder. Just barely, he leaned back to ask, âCan Iâ can we, um⊠do it again?â
You wrote it off as practice; itâs what kept your friendship intact, to make sure that the kisses, while intimate, would never damage what you already had together. And after a few months, you were certain your plan was flawless. A few pecks here and thereâ in the morning, before bed, random ones throughout the day if you were feeling confident enough; it was nothing crazy, but it was nice.
The kisses also seemed to be a gateway to be more⊠touchy-feely. Of course, the touches werenât inappropriate in the slightest. Cuddling on the couch, leaning into his side in the checkout line at the supermarket, holding his hand as you walked around the block, it was all so innocent.Â
The kisses couldnât change the fact that he was still your best friend.
They could, however, make you question why you two were still only friends after everything youâve done together, but you didnât like to think about that part very often.Â
You were sprawled out on the couch, legs resting over his thighs as you flipped through the channels. Youâd been at it for ten minutes, and youâre sure Toji was getting tired of your indecisiveness. If you were being honest, so were you. With a sigh, you swung your legs off his lap and tossed the remote down beside him.Â
âYou pick something while Iâm gone.â
He clicked his tongue and grabbed your arms as you passed him. âWhere are you going?â
âI gotta pee. Let go.â
And he did let go.
Right after tugging you back down onto the couch just to be annoying.
âAss,â you cursed without any real heat, getting up once more and only making it as far as you did last time before he pulled you back again. This time, he brought you down for a kiss, a quick one.
âI can pick whatever I want?â he asked so nicely, sliding his grip on your arm down to your hand.Â
It caught you off guardâ the sweetness of it.
âHuh?â
âOn TV,â he amended, moving your hand, pressing the tips of his fingers to yours.Â
âYeah. Sure. Whatever you want.â
âReally?â
He traced the tip of his finger up the inside of your wrist while waiting for your answer.Â
âReally.â
The look in his eyes when you said that turned into something smug, knocking you out of your stupor.
You realized your mistake then.
âWait, no. Itâs Saturday.â
âIt is Saturday.â Toji grinned and let go of you completely to grab the remote. âWhich means the horse races are on all day-â
âNo!â you protested, launching over him to grab the remote, forgetting entirely about your full bladder. âHorse racing is sooo boring!â
âCome on now, itâs so cool.â
You writhed in his lap, fighting for the remote that was always just out of reach. âYou donât even bet on them! Whatâs the point?!â
âI bet on them. Mentally.â
âOh, my god, youâre twenty-one. Stop acting like such an old man-âÂ
His movements were always too fast for you. There was no way for you to get the remote out of his hands unless you caught him off guard, which you had learned wasnât that difficult.
With a hand on his jaw, you angled his face enough to lean forward and kiss him. You didnât wait to slip your tongue into his mouth the first chance you had, knowing that would only throw him off even more. And your plan worked well.Â
Seconds after you kissed him, he was kissing you back, pulling on your waist to situate you over his lap. You let him think you had no other intentions with the kiss, allowing him to slide his hand to your hip and squeeze just enough to feel it. Though he still held onto that remote with his other hand.Â
Feeling a bit daring, and maybe curious, too, you rolled your hips forward against his slowly. His mouth went just the slightest bit slack on yours, and he groaned when you moved against him again.
From beside you, you heard the remote hit the couch cushion, followed by his hand settling on your hip, sliding down to guide you to move again. You felt him getting hard between your legsâ this was nothing new for you. There were many times when you were simply kissing that you accidentally brushed against it.
This, however, was intentional.
You let him do it again and again until you were sure he was so caught up in you that he forgot about the horse races completely. Once you were certain he was distracted, you pulled back, grabbed the remote, and slid off his lap to stand in front of him.
âNo,â he whined, leaning his head back and covering his face with both hands. âThatâs not fair.â
âLifeâs not fair. Especially when your best friend was going to subject you to horse racing torture.â
âItâs interesting! And you promised!â
You clicked your tongue and tossed the remote into his lap. âFine. But my favorite show comes on at two, and weâre watching it. Got it?â
âYes, maâam.â He picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels.Â
You gave the top of his head a few pats.
âGood boy.â
As you made your way to the bathroom, you didnât notice the way his face warmed at those two words.
The kissing was good. It was great, even.
But it wasnât satiating that urge, which left you outrageously horny.
It usually wasnât an issue. Toji wasnât there most nights, so you were free to do whatever you needed to without the fear of being overheard.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Tojiâs jobâ whatever that wasâ didnât require him at the moment, which meant he'd been there for three days and three nights, giving you no time at all to get the job done yourself. And to top it off, PMS was kicking your ass with the cramps, so there were no orgasms to help with that, nor did you have your heating pad because it finally kicked the bucket.
âI can go get you more pain relievers. It wouldnât take that long,â Toji offered from the threshold of your room. He had come to check on you after you disappeared just before dinner, finding you on your bed, curled up on your side to hold your stomach.
âItâs fine. They arenât the worst. Theyâre just making me tired and nauseous.â
âIs there anything else I can do?â
âMm, you can lie down with me. We can take a nap.â
He exhaled a laugh. âAlright.â
Cuddling on the couch wasnât a new concept. Lying down in a bed together definitely was.
He didnât even get underneath the blanket, and made sure he kept a couple of inches of distance between you to maintain some friendly boundary. But boundaries be damnedâ consensually, of course.
âYou can come closer if you want to,â you said, looking back at him to see that he was staring at the ceiling, his hands folded on his stomach. âYou know I donât bite.â
âJust⊠trying to be respectful,â he defended lightly, moving closer until his shoulder brushed your back.
âI appreciate that, but come closer. Like how we do it on the couch.â It took a moment, but you finally felt the bed shift behind you, and then his hand was sliding over your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You let out a sigh, wriggling back to get even closer. âThis is nice.â
âMm, it is.âÂ
His thumb stroked your waist, right at the bottom hem of your shirt. The sound of his breathing was light, comforting in a way. Had your guts not been trying to rip your insides apart with cramps, you almost could have enjoyed the moment.
When you sucked in a breath on a particularly sharp cramp, the tips of his fingers dug just a bit deeper into your side, a show of his concern.Â
It was cute. You appreciated it.
But you wanted more.
Taking his hand, you guided it to your lower abdomen, letting it slip under your shirt to settle on your skin.
âCan you hold me right there? Is that okay?â
His face leaned into your shoulder, warm cheek pressed to your neck. âIf it helps you, I donât mind.â
âThank you.â
Rather than replying verbally, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
And that contact was great.
For all of five minutes before your hips twitched, arousal was building between your legs, and all from a simple, innocent touch.Â
You squeezed your thighs together, squirming a bit in search of friction. If only you could slip your hand between your legs to grind against your fist, youâd be fine.Â
But Toji would definitely notice that.
You tried to keep the squirming to a minimum; you didnât want him to take his hand away.Â
âI know you donât mean it,â Toji finally choked out, trailing off as your writhing slackened. âYouâre moving around...â
âS-Sorry, itâs justâŠâ With no excuse, you added, âSorry.â
âSâokay,â he mumbled, probably growing tired in the warm, dim room, just like you were. âItâs just frustrating for me, too.â
âSorry,â you said again, and stopped moving.
That is, until another cramp had you tensing up, and that hand on your lower stomach smoothed over your skin, just barely dipping into the waistband on your shorts before settling in the right spot again. You couldnât help it; your thighs squeezed, and you squirmed.
âBaby-â
âI-â You swallowed down the whine building in the back of your throat before reaching back for his cock. He jerked at the feeling, thrusting toward you with a choked groan. Slowly, you tilted your hips back, pressing against him before cautiously asking, âCan we? Just this once?â
You couldnât see his face, but you knew it had to be beet red. But teasing him about his inexperience wasnât what you wanted to do at that moment. What you wanted was to get off, to stop the cramps for at least a little while, and to sleep.
A tired, nervous chuckle vibrated against your shoulder blade as he pulled his hand away, tilting his hips away from you. âUm, I donât know how to do⊠that-â
You drew back, the sting of rejection prickling all over. âSorry. Youâre right, thatâs a lot-âÂ
âDonât be sorry. I want to help, but I donât know what Iâm doing, and I donât⊠want to screw it up.âÂ
âO-Okay.â
Awkward silence gathered quickly in the room.
âCan we try something else?â he asked quietly, reaching out for you again.
You frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
His hand trailed out from behind your legs, moving to your hip to give it a gentle nudgeâ not to push you away, just to tilt them in a way that he had more access to your ass. He grabbed the waistband of your shorts, stopping to ask, âCan I take these off?â
You swallowed thickly, still feeling confused, but you nodded anyway. Toji helped you out of them, tossing the pair aside and situating you again. You were nearly lying on your stomach, but with your hips still propped on your side. You grabbed your pillow, pressing your face into it to hide your embarrassmentâ youâd never been this bare in front of anyone, let alone Toji.
And he was still right behind you, holding himself up on his side while running his other hand up and down your bare thigh. His touch disappeared for a moment before coming back with two wet fingers swiping up and down your slit. You tensed, gasping quietly as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder, groaning under his breath, âfuck me.â
âT-Toji.â
âCan I?â He traced his fingers over your entrance. âRight here?â
âPlease,â you begged, âplease, please, please-â He started with one, pressing inside before drawing back out to add the second, reaching so much deeper than your fingers ever would. With a whine, you brought one of your hands between your legs to play with your clit, circling it slowly to match the pace of his fingers. âYes, fuckâŠâÂ
You felt his heavy breaths against your shoulder; he was getting himself worked up, too, despite receiving not a single touch in return. He wasnât even grinding against you, but just the sounds he was making clued you in that he was feeling good, too.Â
It was cute how easily you affected him, but this didnât occur to you in the moment.
You arched your back just enough to prop your ass up more, taking his fingers in an angle that was just a bit deeper. The movement mustâve flared a little insecurity in him because he stopped to ask, âIs this okay?âÂ
You barely managed a nod and slurred into the pillow, âM-Mhm. Sâgood, Toji.â
He hummed, pleased with your response, and lowered his face to your neck again.
After so long in your position, your hand began to cramp, but with you being so desperate for an orgasm, you needed something more.
âCan you talk to me?â
âUm, about what?â
âI-I donât know.â You swallowed thickly, suddenly very self-aware of your predicament and really nervous about it. âAnything. Your voice. It sounds nice.â
You heard him groan behind you, felt his exhale brush over your shoulder, creating goosebumps in its path. And then, against your skin, he mumbled something that you couldnât hear.Â
âWhat?â Your fingers on your clit slowed.
He anxiously laughed, and then a little louder, repeated, âCanât talkâ I mean, I shouldnâtâŠâ
Your brows furrowed, confusion sinking in. âWhat do you-â
âI just⊠I donât know what I would sayâ sorry-â
You smiled into the pillow. âItâs okay. Can you kiss me instead?â And then to specify, âMy neck. Itâs sensitive. Feels nice.â
Toji followed through with your request, pressing his lips to the side of your throat, gently sucking and nipping his way to just below your ear. Your limbs softened, insides going gooey.
The second you really started sinking into the moment, your pussy tightening around his fingers, pressing your ass back into his hand for more, you felt his shuddering breath on your neck and then his teeth sinking in just a bit deeper than before. You tensed, whimpering out a soft sound, clenching your thighs together when it stirred up butterflies.Â
Having obviously felt it, Toji snickered quietly and jokingly muttered over the bite, âFreak.âÂ
You couldnât help itâ his voice, his breath hitting the wet indents his teeth left behindâ you moaned, clenching around his fingers once again. As if realizing just the effect his voice had on you, the playfulness in him receded with a whispering, âOh.â
âOh?â you shakily questioned.
âYou justâŠâ He pulled his fingers out just enough to thrust them back in, which was a different feeling entirely than the gentle internal petting he had been doing.Â
You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, taking it between your teeth when he did it again, and then again. The sound of your arousal wasnât very subtleâ Toji practically stopped breathing when he pressed them inside again, listening to the slick noise.Â
He groaned and moved his hand quicker, just to hear how wet you were.Â
You werenât sure if he knew what he was doing, other than mapping you out and learning from the moment, but his innocent exploration of your body was getting you off.Â
Quickly. Very quickly.
You arched into it, pressing your ass up to take his fingers, while you angled your face into the pillow. Maybe it was to hide or to stifle any sounds that would knock him out of the moment.Â
Or maybe it was to save yourself from spontaneously combustingâ because, holy shit, your best friend was fingering the fuck out of you and it felt otherworldly, but also, holy shit, this was Toji, your best friend.
âSo fucking wet,â he breathed, âFeels so good, baby. You feel amazing.â
Your eyes widened, and you froze, because, again, this was your best friend. Your best friend, who now knows what your wet pussy feels like. Your best friend who thinks you feel amazing inside.
âT-Toji,â you stammered, using both hands to grab at the bedding.
He seemed to realize the situation for himself, too, and immediately pulled his hand away from you, apologies instantly falling from his lips.Â
âS-Sorry, I didnât-â During his rambling, you flipped onto your back to face him. The abrupt movement and close, face-to-face proximity had him reeling back, but before he got too far, you fisted the front of his shirt to drag him back. He winced away from you, as if you might hit him. âThat was too far, I know-â
âToji-â
âMâsorry. I wonât say those things again-â
To make him shut up, you kissed him. Hard.Â
He gasped and hesitantly kissed you back for all of two seconds before you pulled away just enough to speak. Your tongue traced over your bottom lip, swiping up your combined saliva. He followed the action with his eyes, nearly panting.
âYou didnât have to stop.â
His lips parted to take in a breath, his brows furrowed in confusion, and he looked at you as though you were speaking a different language. âWhat?â
Rather than saying anything else, you gently guided his hand back down between your legs. You even pressed his two middle fingers to your entrance, just barely pushing the tips of them inside. Still, he didnât moveâ even if your gesture was an obvious invitation.
âToji,â you began, bucking up into his hand. âI want you to keep going.â
You couldnât blame him for his hesitationâ he was just as new at this as you were; he was just as scared to fuck up, too. But in this moment, the only thing that could ruin anything was if he pulled away and didnât finish what he started.Â
You leaned in, tracing your lips over his own, hoping heâd just kiss you.Â
âPlease, Toji.âÂ
The redness on his cheeks flared, but rather than succumbing to his nervousness, he endured it. Without the kiss, he pressed his fingers inside, watching your face with widened pupils as if searching for anything that would tell him to stop. But he could search for as long as he wanted; heâd never find anything on your face that said you didnât want this.
âYes,â you cooed, dragging your fingers through his hair. âJust like beforeâ it was good. You were doing so well.â
It took only a few pumps of his fingers inside of you before the heat of the moment caught back up to both of you. With you practically panting against his mouth, he groaned and finallyâ finallyâ kissed you again.Â
The angle of his fingers, with you now on your back, was so much better than before; the curl of them now inching so close to something new, something youâd never felt on yourself. And all it took was you spreading your legs just a bit more for him to find it.
All at once, you tensed up, gripping his hair tighter, moaning loudly into his mouth.Â
âAgain,â you keened, âdo that again.â
He listened without hesitation, pressing right into that spotâ pressing right into it every single time.Â
You broke away from his mouth with a sharp gasp and propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his hand between your legs. The way his forearm flexed, the way his palm was glistening with your arousal, the way he was watching it happen with youâÂ
âFuck, Toji. T-That feels so f-fucking good.â
âDoes it, baby?â
And the way he said thatâ it wasnât insecure, it wasnât hesitant or apprehensive. It was sarcastic, borderline condescending, but in the best way possible. It was confident, smug, like he knew he was making you feel good, and fuck, he really was.
You dragged your hand down between your legs, rubbing your fingers over your clit, and that combination was so mind-numbingly good.Â
The realization that you were going to comeâ that Toji was about to make you come on his fingersâ was jarring, but at the same time, itâs like this was what you had been waiting for for so long.
âSo tight,â he murmured, more so to himself than you, but you heard it. And then he asked, âAre you close?â
âM-Mhm. Please, please-â
âPlease?â You felt his grin against your neck. âI should be saying that to you; show me, please.â
You were practically writhing, right there at the edge, and despite that, you brokenly giggled, âYou wanna see me come?â
âGod, yes.â You felt his hips shift toward you, wishing desperately to grind against your thigh, but unable to reach you. âFuck, please show me. Please.â
Your head tilted back lazily, letting you take in more air for those gasps and cries and whines that you couldnât help.Â
When your breathing turned into short, quick pants, and your thighs started to twitch, hips bucking for more, eyes daring to roll back in your skull, finally, your orgasm washed over you, brutally good and unrelenting. You clamped down around his fingers, thighs closing shut on his hand and your own as you rode out the blissful feeling.
Somewhere in that moment, you pulled Toji in, eagerly slotting your mouth right over his, and he responded just the same, kissing you hard until the orgasm faded, leaving behind only the residual beads of dopamine and oxytocin that flooded your brain. Your legs parted, and you drew your hand back, using it to hold onto his shoulders to keep him anchored at your side.Â
His lips slowed, but the heat never wavered; the tension was still there. When you broke for air, he moved the tentative kisses down your jaw to your neck, gently fingering you in slow strokes to coax you back down from the high.
You panted, squinting and blinking in the dim room, thinking nothing but holy shit, you just did that. And then you felt his hips shift beside you, a subtle and probably subconscious grind of his cock against the inside of his pants to ease the tightness.Â
âThank you,â you whispered to him, all while staring at the bulge in his pants.
âMm,â he hummed over your pulse, soaking up his own dose of endorphinsâ the oxytocin he was definitely drowning in from just being this close to you. You wondered if he somehow felt high just like you, even without the orgasm.Â
And speaking of his lack of orgasm.
You pulled him over you, which was surprisingly easy given how pliant he was. Thankfully, his bones were entirely made of jelly, so he still kept himself from crushing you. He pulled his fingers from between your legs, pressing that hand into the bed to hold himself up. While guiding his mouth back to your own, you trailed a hand down his torso to tug at his waistband.
Instantly, he tensed and grabbed your wrist, pulling it away. He parted from your lips to ask, âWhat are you doing?â
âYouâre hard.â
You werenât sure if he assumed you just hadnât noticed, like he hadnât been rutting it against you the whole time, but he flushed at your words.Â
âSorry.â
You grinned. âDonât be sorry. Just⊠can I return the favor?â
His eyes widened. âOh. You donât have to-â
âToji,â you huffed, a borderline scold, âI want to. If youâll let me.â
After everything that just transpired, he still hesitated in his answer. âOkay. Yeah. If you want, justâŠâ
While waiting for him to finish, you brought your hand back down to his waistband, but before slipping inside, you prompted, âJust, what?â
âUh⊠just donât expect me to last that long.â You held a straight face for as long as you could before you broke out into a series of giggles, earning his groan. âItâs not funny.â
âHm.â You kissed him once, leaning back just enough to mumble, âItâs a little funny,â before kissing him again.Â
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his pants, slowly pushing them down, along with his boxers, until his cock sprang free. It dipped low with its weight, tapping your stomach. You pulled back from his mouth to look between your bodies at him, which he let you do for all of five seconds before he pressed you down, blocking your view of his cock.
âDonât stare.â
âI just wanted to see really quickly.â Your lips twisted, holding back a grin. You reached down to wrap your hand around him. âYouâre pretty big.â
His pupils dilated more as he sputtered for a response to that, but you didnât give him the chance to form words before you stroked the entire length of him. And when he finally found something to say, it was a groaning, âGodâ yes,â as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck.
You bit back a smile. âIs this good?â
âMhmm.â
âGood enough to make you come?â
He chuckled, then rasped, âFuck, you could probably make me come by just breathing on it.â
You snorted. âThat easy, huh?â
âYou have no idea, baby.â
You knew you had to be doing something right because the precum dripping from his tip coated your hand; it was plenty to keep the friction to a minimum.Â
He pressed a hand to your waist, just to slide over your skin, squeezing at the soft curve of your hip. It slipped underneath your shirt, trailing up the side of your ribs, stopping right at the swell of your breast before retreating. You only let him do it once more before slowing your hand on his cock and asking, âDo you want to see them?âÂ
âHm?â He raised up from your neck. You pulled your shirt up to your chin, letting him get a look at your bare chest. âO-Oh.â His cock twitched in your hand, so you started stroking him again, just to hear another, softer, âo-ohâŠâ
It was cute.
âYou canâuh⊠touch them. If you want. Just be easy; theyâre sore. You know, âcause of PMS and stuffââ The man gave you no time to process it; quicker than you could fathom a human being ever moving, he had moved down your body and taken one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp out in surprise. âO-Okay, yeah. Thatâs⊠good.â
You couldnât reach his cock anymore, but apparently, you didnât need to. With one hand between his own legs, he started jerking himself off while mouthing at your tits.Â
Unsure of what to do with your hands, you propped yourself up on one elbow and carded your fingers through his hair, gently pulling on the strands to bring him closer. His eyes closed, and he exhaled a shaky moan, clearly getting off on the hair-playing. âFuck,â he cursed when he pulled back, only to switch to the other.Â
When he accidentally sucked just a bit too hard, you jerked beneath him, giving his hair a harsh pull, and scolding, âEasy.â
And Toji faltered, looking up at you, eyes laden with so much lust. He listened, slackening his tongue to soft, wet caresses, but still watching your face to make sure what he was doing was okay.Â
To spare him the worry, you smiled, nodding and brushing your fingers through the hair that hung over his forehead. âGood, Toji. Much better.â
His eyes widened just a bit, cheeks flushing red, his movements slowing for only a moment before he abruptly pulled back. He looked down at himself, stroking his cock faster, breathing harder. The hand he was holding himself up with fisted the bedding so hard, you almost wondered if he could rip it that way.Â
And then you felt it, hot ropes of cum hitting your bare stomach, pooling over your abdomen. He groaned, a guttural sound, something so sexy and primal that it had arousal flaring between your legs again. As his hand started to stop, you noticed the tension in his shoulders, which were barely moving as he breathed.
Before he could start to overthinkâ because you knew that was bound to happen with himâ you placed both your hands on the sides of his face and forced him to look at you.Â
There was the usual flush to his cheeks, and his eyes were still blown wide, but there was a new lax look to his features that you really liked. You thumbed at his swollen lip, feeling yourself smile as you asked, âYou okay?â
His breathing stopped when his eyes flicked to your mouth. And then, he snapped out of it, clearing his throat. âYeah. Mâgood.â
âYou sure?â
He nodded and pressed forward, claiming your mouth once more. During the series of kisses, when both of you were still coming down, trying to get comfortable, you felt his hand slide through the cooling cum on your stomach, making him reel back.
âShit. Sorry.â He was already pulling himself off the bed, tugging up his pants. âIâll go get something-â
âDonât bother,â you quipped, pulling your shirt off over your head. You messily wiped off your stomach before tossing it away. âNow, get back here. Weâre supposed to be napping.â
He gaped at you, mouth wide open. Toji was quick to point out the obvious. âYouâre naked.â
âYes. But is it anything you havenât already seen and/or jizzed on? No. So, get into bed.â
His nose crinkled. âDonât say jizz.â
âToji.â
He relented then. âFine.â
author's note: First, I want to thank everyone who sent me messages and asks during my break-- you all are so sweet. There were quite a few, so I won't respond to each one, but just know I truly appreciated them <3!
Second, there was supposed to be a part two to this, but I don't know that I'll get around to writing it, nor do I think that anyone would want to read it anyway. It's canon compliant, so... we know how that ends. But if I cut it off right here, no one has to be sad, and it's a happy ending :)
And third, updating of any kind will be kinda slow for me right now as I work on other projects, so I really appreciate your patience. It means the world to me <3!! If you're interested in the other things I'm working on, they're on my ao3-- they are not x reader fics, but they are JJK, so please keep that in mind :)
Okay, thank you for reading!! <3!!
favors for toji and getting whatever you want (˶>â©<˶)
you suck tojiâs dick as "favors"; in return he gets you whatever your heart desires.Â
âhey, do me a favor.â
âi need a quick favor.â
âbe good and do me a favor.âÂ
when toji first asked if you could do a favor for him, as a roommate to a middle-aged man, you said yes.Â
he wasnât that nice, but favors always meant you got something in return, so you didn't mind picking up something from the store for him or cleaning his room.
all of those were assumptions; that's what you thought the favor was going to be. instead, when you said, "sure, what is it?âÂ
he pulled his sweatpants down in one move, revealing his stiff, aching dick that glowed pink at the tip.Â
âcan you suck me off?âÂ
his tone was casual, which not only confused you but also annoyed you. after staring at his dick for a while, your hand slowly reached out, grabbing it, his dick stiffening even more in your hold.Â
this kickstarted an unspoken arrangement: he asks you for a "favor," you do it, and he gives you everything you want.Â
the morning after doing it for the first time, you woke up to his worn-out wallet beside you.Â
two hundred dollars in it with his credit card, a sticky note attached saying his limit is five hundred and not to go crazy⊠but you did.
toji asking you the first time was on a whim, expecting you to curse him out or call the cops. so when you started sucking him off, he wasnât expecting to get addicted to your mouth.Â
coming into your room for favors almost every night, making his wallet run dry and making you into a spoiled brat.Â
âyou said $250 and a shopping spree!âÂ
hanging your head off the edge of the bed with a pout while toji sighs, putting on his belt.Â
âi have to get more fucking hours; i told you last week, good fucking god.âÂ
the more favors he wanted, the more he had to stay at work and get other side gigs just to fund you, his pretty little roommate with the pretty face and wet warm mouth.Â
shopping sprees? he made it happen. you wanted specific shoes? he got them. he always made sure you got what you wanted the next day.Â
it didn't take long for the two of you to start growing attached and developing feelings.Â
toji coming back to you sleeping in his bed and you coming home to gifts in your room even when you didn't suck him off.
the arrangement continued on anyway.
an: yes ik its short but i was thinking about this and really wanted to post tehehe.

