"god you don't think my dick'll hurt anyone will it?" zuko asks, fingers pulling at the waistband of his sweats as he glances down, three silver bars slipping between the skin of his cock and lancing out on the edges, "shit, what if i kill someone from riding my pierced dick!"
being a virgin meant zuko had no idea what to do with a, to be honest, pretty nicely pierced dick (if you were to say so yourself)
"impossible." you say from the other end of the bed, "plenty of guys get their dicks pierced and have loads of sex."
you say, having read a series of reddit posts you had previously found online to ease his nerves.
zuko double-takes.
"you have to fuck me." he says.
you cough.
"what?"
"please?" he begs, "i'll feel a lot less guilty if you were the one to die from my dick."
"okay, fuck you," you say, "and i'm not doing that with you..."
you want to talk him out of it, convince him that he's being stupid and that he's probably taking those shitty edibles he gets from sokka again but you can't help but want the butterflies in your stomach to jab their wings through your chest, maybe then your crush on your best friend would be crucified.
"i'm probably not even that shit at sex," zuko says, "you know how good i am with my hands. i play valorant!"
"that's not the point, zu." you argue, shaking your head.
"i'm going to die a virgin," he sighs, lapping himself onto his back.
"no you won't." you say.
"god, what was i thinking?" he exhales.
"you're overthinking it."
zuko turns his head to the side.
"i'll beg if i have to..." he murmurs.
you crawl over him, thighs parted at his waist, palms beside his hair messily tangled in the sheets. your hair threads into his face, into the dip of his lips and you want to know what it feels like to be the strands of your hair that kiss his face softly.
his cheeks stain red, almost as red as his scar.
"fine."
you're quick to regret your decision when zuko pulls your panties with two fingers to the side, his free hand curled into your hip as he slipped his cock through his waistband and gently pressed himself onto you.
warmth pools between your thighs as his flushed pierced tip parts your cunt.
you gasp as the argent bars roll against your pussy cold and sleek. your fingers knit themselves into his hair, nails whittle between every strand.
zuko whines when you tug at his hair, meager moans slipping through his lips as you slowly took in his length. he's barely a quarter way in and his eyes are already glossy, ardor-gilded eyes moist.
"ngh— is it good?" zuko moans, "do i feel — mmh— good?"
you nod, teeth pierced into your bottom lip.
he's practically throbbing against your pussy.
"mhm. you're just...i don't know if youll fit." you hum.
zuko shakes his head.
"i'll make it fit." he says, "it'll fit."
zuko's fingers splinter at your hips, heat scattering from his finger tips as he gently rolled your hips into him, sheathing his piercings in your slick.
hes stretching you out; more than you thought he would.
each inch you take in makes your breathing uneven, legs trembling against his abdomen as you slowly took in his silver teethed cock.
"that's it, take me in." he groans as the last quarter of his cock dips into your pussy. you catch your breath as you fall into his shoulder.
"you're good," he pants, "you feel sooooo good."
zuko slips his arms around your waist as he pulls you into his chest, lips warm on your neck as he sprinkles a kiss and then another on your collarbone. his breath is soft, heart beating against your breasts as he kisses you with a subtle sweetness.
your cheeks spark as you memorize each part of your body he kisses; your shoulder, your neck.
"i can't wait any longer." zuko says inbetween kisses. “i want more of you.”
you exhale.
"wait, you're too big, i can't—"
you shuffle, rolling your hips around his tepid cock, your cunt sucking him in like hollowed cheeks as the metal bars smoothed against your cunt.
"hah— if you keep doing that i'm going to cum." he croaks.
"you're going to come from me cock warming you?" you ask, leaning into his collarbone.
"fuck, i've cum to the thought of you being in the same room as me." zuko breathes, "you've always been this angel i can never touch."
you think your heart may have skipped a beat.
"don't say that..." you mumble. your hold around his hair and back grow desperate, fingers clinging onto anything that made you feel closer to him.
"it hurts so bad how much i want this," he groans, cock twitching. "ngh — i'm going to come."
his eyes are screwed shut, his scar a burning-bright red.
"not yet, zu."
"please, let me come..." he croaks, "please i want to cummm."
"zu."
"shit i can't—" he whines, tears pooling at his eyelids.
he comes inside you, beady slick filling you like a sweet fruit tart. his arms are enveloped round your waist and back as he falls into your shoulder, hair pleating into his lips and eyes. his moans are jagged, resonant as his chest rises and falls against you.
"dammit zuko..."
he breathes.
"i think im inlove with you."
why did this genuinely take so long to write (i procrastinated)
𐙚 plug!choso who craves you when he has the munchies.
“you brush your teeth?” you look down at the faded man, long hair sprawled out on the pillow. “yes- yes. cmon..put it on me please.” his beautiful eyes clouded from how high he was and how hungry he seemed to be.
“m’just making sure Cho.” 𐙚 plug!choso knew better than to eat your pussy with smoke on his tongue. he treated you like a princess, and he’d never let his princess get such lowly treatment. That went for the both of you: yourself and that pretty pearl between your legs.
“yes yes yes- fuck mmph..” he whined, piercing tongue instantly licking the sweetness between your legs. You gasp, your hands finding the headboard to steady yourself. 𐙚 plug!choso’s hands found their way around your thighs, pulling you down more to actually sit. He never got tired of eating your pussy, his favorite meal. “right there baby…good boy that’s it.” your hips find a steady rhythm to rock to. the ball of his piercing flicks against your clit. “m’fuck princess-“ 𐙚 plug!choso felt himself twitch in his pants.
He knew he had to be patient, though. You granted him enough grace to ride his face when high. “That’s it..” Soft moans escape past your lips, your head leaning back as your grip on the headrest tightened. Because something you didn’t do, was have sex with 𐙚 plug!choso while he was high.“If you make me cum I’ll ride you next, Cho.” You bit your lip, smug smirk on your face.
He lets out a cry, hands gripping your thighs tighter, tongue flicking against your sensitive bud faster. Dick twitching in his sweatpants, 𐙚 plug!choso started to think about you. How well you took him in everytime you had sex. How good and warm you felt around his big dick. How you called him a good boy when he did anything you told him to do. He fucked you just how you wanted, everytime. “M’gonna make you cum princess.” Wet dripping down his chin, he lost himself in you, Nose buried deep into your pussy, tongue slipping into your hole.
“M-mmm you’re talking with your mouth full Cho.” You moan at the whine he lets out, you could hear the muffled “sorry princess” from him afterwards.
summary! you've been fucking your fratboy-friend suguru for ages. you've always wanted your relationship to be more than casual sex, but he always shuts that down. then, like a god with a really nice cock, choso, the schools most reliable plug, tries to swoop you out of that assholes grip. you finally have a man who's willing to give you the world, but will suguru fuck that up for you? (SMUTTTT, p in v, oral: f receiving, fingering.) a lil angst, mostly sexy choso tho 🤞🏼
"f-fuck! sugu, oh god, i can't!"
your cries only fuel the cocky man to thrust harder, deeper as he grunted like an animal in your ear from behind.
"c'monnn, be a good girl and fucking take it, i know you can, baby." he teased, slapping in and out in long strokes, hitting your womb over and over with each tantalising push.
this arrangement blossomed some time after highschool.
both you and suguru always had a thing for each other, even then. you'd share headphones in class, study late at night until the sun came up, and took on projects together as an excuse to be in one another's presence. gojo and shoko always made fun of you both, calling you love struck idiots with no sense of self respect to just admit you liked eachother.
now, in collage, that wishy washy bond seemed to amplify ten fold, with nothing relationship wise being set in stone but the actions always there. right now, in the form of his relentless pounding.
you were an art major at the university of jujutsu, scraping by on your salary from your dive bar job as you navigated the occasional ragers on weekends at suguru and satorus frat, sigma chi, along with the stress of creating.
your dream is to become a free lancer, taking commissions from big names and spending the rest of your life as a dignified artist. but, like all good careers, study and your minimum wage job came first.
the job you were working only an hour ago before suguru waltzed in and whispered lowly in your ear, "been thinking bout' you all day, baby. what time d'you get off?"
now, he's got your hair in a messy bunch as he hits it from behind, moaning and groaning like a fucking porn star. his cocks pushing the nastiest whines from your throat, but his pace never settles.
"fuckkk— you're a pro at takin' this dick, keep fluttering around me sweetheart, just like that." he pounds into you extra hard that time, letting you know exactly who has you wrapped around his finger.
he hovers over your body reeling with that hot afterglow, panting. the room now smells like his strong cologne and sex. he doesn’t rush to pull off of you, suguru never does that. instead, he stays there breathing steadily, his head dipped toward your shoulder.
“you good?” he asks, looking through your eyes deep into your head in that penetrating suguru way.
“yeah,” you say too breathless. you clear your throat and try again. “yeah– yeah. i’m good.”
he smiles contently and rolls off to the side, tugging you with him until you’re half draped over his big, bare, muscular chest. the bed creaks under the movement. his hand comes up to your back, the pad of his thumb pushing slow lines into the muscles.
it's moments like these when your mind starts to wonder why you feel so attached to this guy when all he really takes from you is sex, and all you get in return is an unstable sense of stability and a few party invites.
suguru lets out a stretch and a long groan, resting his chin in the top of your head as your tucked into his chest. “do you work tomorrow?”
“mhm, a morning shift,” you answer. “then gotta finish a com.”
“mm. that's rough, honey.”
honey..
you smile a little at that, even though he can’t see it. he always says that, like it’s a given that your life is busy and hard and worth acknowledging in his eyes. it’s stupid, but it matters to you and he knows that.
he gets a call from the bedside table, but hangs up the line immediately. that small gesture makes your brain go numb.
you hesitate, then speak before you can talk yourself out of having this conversation.
“hey, suguru?"
"hm?"
"you ever think about… i dunno. doing things differently?”
“different how?” he asks carefully, his massaging hand slowing down a tad.
you gulp. this is the line you've never crossed. the one you circle and circle and never, ever step over. “like… i don’t know. not sneaking around. not pretending this is just–"
“hey,” he cuts in gently, lifting your chin so you have to look at him. his expression isn’t unkind. if anything, that makes it worse. “you know where i’m at.”
you nod, even though your chest feels constricted. “i know.”
“i’m not looking for anything serious right now,” he says. it’s not mean. it’s not supposed to be dismissive in any way, shape or form, it’s just true. “i don’t want to give you the wrong idea, love."
then stop calling me that...
“i know,” you say instead, “i’m not asking for anything. i was just... thinking about it, i guess."
he watches you for a second, eyes searching your face like he’s checking for any excess damage. then he moves in and leaves a brief kiss on your forehead.
“you’re important to me,” he says. “you know that?"
you do, and you don’t. both at the same time somehow.
eventually, he falls asleep. you stay awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all the things you could never ask for from a man you'd been so indulged in.
~
monday's on campus were hot, long, and so, so boring.
you had a lecture on influences on modern art this morning, eugh.
you had your lecture materials and laptop tucked into your bag as you dragged your feet to the art block. the path curves around the science block, concrete stained and cracked from years of foot traffic. you slow your pace a little as you round the corner, adjusting your grip on your bag.
that’s when your wandering eyes land on a guy you'd never seen before.
he’s leaning against the wall just out of sight from the main path. his long brown hair shoved up into a messy man bun as the tattooed line across his nose stuck out starkly against his fair skin. he's toweringly tall, with baggy dark jeans held up with a leather diesel belt, campus 00's that'd seen better days, and a white beater adorning his muscular body. on his meaty arms, various detailed tattoos snake up and down in twisted patterns, with thick chained bracelets and leather studded cuffs wrapping around his wrists.
holy shit, this guy was your ever wet dream re-imagined.
his various face piercings and thing chain around his neck caught the morning sun as lyour steps slow down without you noticing.
this mysterious man isn’t alone. a guy you vaguely recognise from around campus stands off to the side yet still close, talking quickly with his eyes darting around. you look away instinctively, staring at your shoes, pretending you’re just another student late for class.
voices drift through the air, shoes scuff, then the other guy leaves in a hurry with his head head down.
when you glance back, the tall, grungey one is counting bills. a lot of them. he folds them without any sort of panic, then tucks them into his pocket like it’s nothing.
oh.
you look away again, heart jumping, suddenly very aware of how obvious you must seem. you tell yourself to keep walking. mind your business, you didn't see anything.
but when you pass the corner, you feel it. his eyes, all over you.
you risk a small glance over, and he’s looking at you openly, those brown irises almost choking you up. when your eyes meet, he smiles softly.
that was a surprise.
it isn’t suggestive in the gross way guys usually looked at you, it isn’t cocky or smug either. it’s warm and a little boyish like he’s amused yet slightly embarrassed by being caught, still, it's like he doesn’t mind it at all. like he thinks you’re cute for staring.
you rip your eyes away from the majestic looking boy and grab your bag tight.
you don’t look back at him, because you know you don't need to.
a guy like that stays engraved in your head for at least a week.
~
a few hours later, beta theta phi.
the house is weirdly quiet, everyone’s either in class, at the gym, or passed out somewhere upstairs.
the sun still burns hot as it squeezes its way through the blinds onto the leather couch choso's lounging in.
he’s got his legs spread and his boots planted flat on the floor, a thick stack of bills resting on his thigh. he counts slowly, he likes the feel of the paper, the weight of it, the reassurance that it’s all still there.
a cigarette sits loosely between his two fingers with white smoke floating upward as he exhales through his nose.
beta theta phi isn’t flashy by any means. the house isn’t huge or pristine, and to be honest, no one’s tryna pretend it is. it’s solid, very old money mixed with modern features. heavy, trusty furniture, scuffed floors, various trophies shoved onto wooden shelves without much care. it was a spot where loyalty mattered much more than appearance.
choso slots perfectly into this frat, like it was built from the ground up just for him.
he flicks through the last of the bills, taps the stack against his leg to even it out, then slips the money into a thick envelope. it joins two others already sitting on the coffee table. today was good. but when it came to choso, today was always good.
his brain start to wander, his mind flashing images of you this morning, your face all blushy and shy. he knows he only saw you for a few seconds, but he thought you were really cute.
he's knocked out of the day dream when the front door swings open and two rowdy brothers pour inside.
toji’s big booming voice wafts through the halls first, talking shit about something dumb with sukuna, who follows close behind. they've both got a towel draped over their shoulder, hair damp from the gym. they smell like sweat and cheap soap, muscles still tight from whatever they’d just put themselves through.
“yo,” toji says, spotting choso. “look at this guy. always sittin’ here so pretty.”
choso glances up, a corner of his mouth lifting. “yeah? ladies like pretty boys, js' look at gojo.”
"ain't that the truth, that guys drownin' in pussy." sukuna laughs.
they drop onto the couch beside him, the cushions dipping under their massive weight. sukuna reaches out, clasping choso’s hand in a quick dap. toji copies.
sukuna leans back, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “you look relaxed.”
“that’s because i am,” choso replies, taking another drag before tapping ash into an empty can. “money’s good today.”
toji snorts. “when's it not?”
choso’s smile deepens, “that's true.”
toji eyes the envelopes on the table. “what’d you clear?”
“enough,” choso says easily. he doesn’t give numbers unless he feels like it. most of the time, he doesn’t.
sukuna whistles low anyway. “campus still eatin’ outta your hand, huh?” that gets a quiet chuckle out of him. “pretty much.”
it isn’t bragging, of course. choso was humble like that, it’s just fact.
everyone knows him. not in that loud, showy, gojo way, but in the way that keeps his name out of problems and his product moving cleanly throughout everyone's pockets. he doesn’t advertise his stuff, and he definitely doesn’t chase clients. people come to him because they trust him, because he never cuts corners, never shorts anyone, never brings problems back to his frat, to his brothers.
most of the frats on campus run through him. beta theta phi, obviously. but sigma chi too. alpha delta, kappa nu, even a few of the smaller houses that pretend they don’t need a plug until friday hits and everyone’s scrambling for grass no one bothered to get.
he keeps it all so organised and respectful, that’s why no one fucks with him.
he’s made more money than most people their age could even imagine. stacks on stacks tucked away, accounts spread out across multiple banks, investments already working for him while he lounges on a couch counting cash. he could’ve left school ages ago, perhaps disappeared to some holiday country and never looked back,
but he didn’t.
college is just so easy. it's nice and predictable, a cover as much as it is a choice. and beta theta phi gave him brothers who don’t ask questions they don’t need the answers to. he really liked that.
sukuna shifts, rolling his shoulders. “oh, speaking of sigma chi.”
choso glances at him. “hm?”
“they’re throwin’ some function this weekend,” sukuna says. “gojo was runnin’ his mouth in the locker room earlier. said we could all get free entry if you supply some dope.”
toji laughs. “classic.”
choso exhales smoke, considering it for half a second. “yeah. that’s fine.”
sukuna raises a brow. “that easy?”
“why not,” choso shrugs. “i can afford to lose a little.”
sukuna smiles. "it's a glow party, that rave kinda thing we never do because it gets too messy. so, gojo also wanted some molly, said he'd pay for that tho."
"done."
toji grins and leans over, clapping him on the back hard enough to jostle the envelopes. “fuckin’ legend.”
“seriously,” sukuna adds, nodding. “you’re so good to us.”
choso waves it off, already flicking ash again. “what can i say? i love you guys.”
toji lets out a loud laugh, leaning back so far the couch creaks under him. “listen to this guy.” he mocks, throwing his head back.
sukuna snorts, shaking his head. “shut up, toji. y' just mad he's not as emotionally immature as you are. love you too, cho."
choso rolls his eyes.
toji stretches, arms over his head, muscles pulling tight beneath his skin. “anyways, we’re grabbing food. you wanna tag along? i'll pay.”
choso opens his mouth to answer, then pauses. somethings been nagging at him, hell, might as well pick at these meat heads brains.
“hey,” he says instead.
they both look at him.
“you guys ever hear of a girl,” he starts to explain as his eyes float towards the window, “she's an art major, i think. always got a bag full of paints or something. looks like she wandered onto campus by accident.”
toji squints. “that’s… vague.”
sukuna tilts his head, thinking. “art major, huh?”
“yeah,” choso says. “real pretty, doesn’t look like she knows how hot she is.”
there’s a hum that comes from sukuna, then he snaps his fingers. “oh. her.”
choso’s attention sharpens up. “yeah?”
“[name],” sukuna says. “she’s always around sigma chi stuff. parties, events, whatever. went to high school with gojo and his friends, i’m pretty sure.”
toji nods. “yeah, i know who you mean. really nice girl.”
choso hums quietly, absorbing it. “friends with gojo,” he repeats.
“yeah, pretty much family, from what i hear,” sukuna shrugs. “why?”
toji eyes him for a second longer, like he wants to push, then grins instead. “sure you are.”
they head for the door, laughter trailing behind them as it swings shut.
the house falls quiet again.
choso leans back into the couch, staring at the dangling light, the name turning over in his head.
“[name], huh?”
~
sigma chi looks like a cyberpunk futuristic fantasy with the amount of glowing neon paint smeared across everyone's bodies.
big blacklights are bolted into every corner of the room, splashing the walls and dancing bodies in radioactive colours.
paint splatters glow like constellations across bare arms and collarbones and the heavy hitting music penetrates every ear drum.
you’re stationed in the kitchen wearing a pretty, tight dress you almost didn't wear. it hugs you perfectly, so short gojo whistled when he saw you earlier. small lines of neon paint streak horizontally across your cheeks, you hadn’t planned on doing your makeup like this but of course, shoko insisted. her steady hand painted you up while you both giggled and tried to stay still.
right now, you’re posted up in the kitchen with her and that white haired idiot, plastic cups full of jungle juice sweating in your hands. it looks scarily neon aswell, which sorta freaks you out.
“this shit is gonna kill me,” shoko mutters, taking another sip anyway.
gojo laughs, throwing an arm over your shoulders and leaning his weight into you like he always does. “you say that every time.”
“because every time i’m right.”
you smile leaning into gojo. he trys to whisper something flirty in your ear but you shove his face away with a scoff and he fake pouts.
shoko nudges aaid with her elbow. “you got any molly?”
he grimaces. “not on me.”
you glance at him, curious. “but you said-”
“relax,” he grins. “choso’s bringing some.”
you blink. “who?”
they both look at eachother, then at you. "you don't know choso?" they say jointly.
before either of them can answer any further, scuffling near the doorway catches your eye.
your breath gets all hault up in your lungs, because its him.
the guy from earlier this week. he's tall even among the crowd of athletes, his black clothes look beautifully fitting for his vibe. neon paint traces a line across his nose, glowing exactly where that tattoo you'd seen had been. his eyebrow and nose piercings have been swapped out for neon pink rings that glow vibrantly in the backlight.
he looks so perfect it's almost nauseating.
he stalks straight up to gojo, and without a proper greeting, he throws an arm around his neck, pulling him in close like they’ve done this a bajillion times.
“took you long enough,” gojo laughs, slapping a hand against choso's chest.
the guy grins nice and wide, then shoves a bag full of weed into gojo’s arms like it’s nothing more than candy. “don’t get greedy.”
“you’re actually the best,” gojo beams.
shoko leans in close to you, whispering, “that’s choso.”
oh.
choso laughs with gojo shaking his pretty head, then reaches into his pocket again. this time, he pulls out a small baggie with five pink pills gleaming.
from beside you, shoko makes a tiny, triumphant sound. “yes!"
gojo fishes out cash and hands over four fifty dollar notes without counting. choso takes them, counts them, then stops for a sec. he plucks one back and presses it into gojo’s chest with a wink.
“hundred fifty,” he says. “consider it a favor.”
gojo looks like christmas came early. “i fucking love you.”
“yeah, yeah,” choso laughs.
they bump shoulders, laugh together for a few minutes, then step apart. gojo claps him on the arm. “enjoy the party, man.”
“always do.”
choso turns to leave, but then he stops.
because his dark, now completely blown out eyes catch on you.
you're fully exposed in your staring. for a small moment of time, he freezes still. like he didn’t expect to see you here, like the room had dropped out from under him.
then he laughs. awkward and quiet, scratching at the back of his neck.
you smile back shyly, it’s adorably small, but hell, it wacks him in the head like a brick.
he straightens a little, smile turning nervous in a way that doesn’t match his size or his nonchalant reputation. he looks like he’s about to say something. like he’s weighing his options, deciding if he should come over, if this is his moment.
you tilt your head, waiting for something to come of this, then,
“choso!” someone yells from across the room.
a guy with short dark hair and a pedo stache named shiu, a man you'd seen before hanging around toji.
choso glances back at you. then at shiu.
“c'mon, kamo!” shiu calls again, much louder this time.
choso exhales, running a hand through his hair. he gives you one last look and it's apologetic, almost regretful.
then he turns and disappears into the crowd.
you're a little confused, and sigh.
gojo sidles back up beside you, following your gaze. “damn.”
“what?” you ask.
he grins. “if i was gay, choso’s the first guy i'd crack.”
shoko rolls her eyes "if?"
~
some old zara larsson song keeps bumping over the speakers whether you’re into it or not, so you decide you might as well be in it.
you drain the rest of your cup and let shoko drag you back toward the living room where everyone's bodies are slotted together, neon paint streaking across skin every time someone brushes past. someone hands you another drink without asking and you take it, laughing when shoko raises her brows at you.
“c'mon girl, pace yourself,” she says.
“i amm,” you lie, sipping away.
you try to dance like usual, your hips moving with the beat, shoulders loose, smiling at people you barely know. a few guys spin you as some freshman's yelling over a group of girls, and someone else bumps into you and apologises with a drunken smile. it’s fun. it’s loud. it’s everything a party should be.
and still, your head just won't stop obsessive over that guy, over 'choso'.
you begrudgingly catch yourself scanning the room between songs, between laughs, between drinks.
it’s stupid! you don’t know him. you don’t know his major, his year, his anything.
you shake your head and take another drink.
then, just as you're about to flop into whatever leather couch is closest and contemplate your enter existence, big, firm hands snake around your waist.
you lean back into the man you know is behind you without second guessing yourself.
“there you are,” he murmurs near your ear.
you turn your head just enough to catch his pretty grin. “i've been here for ages, suguru.”
“yeah?” he says. “could’ve fooled me.”
his body pressed up against you flush as he grinds his hips into yours, his mouth kissing at your neck.
he wraps his forearms around your chest as you sway with the music. "you look so fucking good,” he adds, eyes dragging over you. “that dress is just... wow.” he grabs your ass briefly before laughing as you smack his hand away.
you laugh, tipping your head back against his shoulder. “you’re drunk.”
“a little,” he admits, then dips his head to your neck again.
you dance together, two bodies screaming sex appeal as others point and grin at your fluidity.
he murmurs your name into your neck, his perfectly straight teeth nipping at your skin again, and you forget about the neon paint and the blacklight, along with the mysterious man that had that soft smile.
you’re here now, with suguru.
after awhile of sex heavy music, it changes over to something geto doesn't like, so with one kiss to the bottom of your ear, he whispers, "come on, let’s go mingle a bit.” then pulls you over to your friends with an arm
“oh look, they're not upstairs yet,” gojo calls when he sees you. “thought you ditched us.”
geto just smirks, squeezing your side. “wouldn’t dream of it.”
yuki raises a brow, eyes flicking between the two of you. “you guys look cozy.”
“don’t we always?” you say lightly.
sukuna watches the two of you draw closer, and his mind drifts off to what choso had asked him the other day. he studies you for a second longer than necessary, his eyes sharp even through the fog of the party. then he straightens, arms crossing over his chest.
“so,” he says, blunt as ever. “are you two dating or what?”
oh, okay.
you feel choked up at his bluntness, caught off guard. before you can answer, you feel geto’s arm drop from around your waist.
he steps half a foot away.
“nah,” he says quickly, waving a hand like it’s nothing. “we’re just hooking up right now.”
just..
there’s a weird, awkward silence. gojo clears his throat. yuki looks away and sukuna sucks his lips in trying not to laugh, like he's noticed how bad that question was.
“right,” you say, forcing a smile. “yeah.”
geto doesn’t even spare you a glance.
yeah, this is too much. you were never good in awkward situations.
“i’m gonna go see what shoko's up to.”
you weren't going to see shoko, but you still step away, desperately needing some fresh air.
you push through the back door and onto the porch, whatever screeching drill music you'd assumed yuji put on fading behind you.
as you clicked the door shut, you swivel around and notice that you're not the only one on this porch.
the guy you'd learnt to be choso, leans against the metal railing just a few feet away, a burning blunt between his ringed fingers.
the glow from inside spills across his back, outlining him in soft purple light.
crap.
he hasn’t noticed you yet, you consider retreating, stepping back inside and pretending you didn’t see him. but, as you step back, your heel clips a large pot plant.
it rattles in its plant tray creating a ruckus.
“shit,” you hiss.
choso looks over his shoulder.
for a second, he seems surprised. then his mouth curves into a small, crooked smile.
“stalkin’ me now, hm?” he says teasingly.
gosh, how utterly pathetic could this night get.
"no- no! i was just- getting some air and i didn't know you were-"
you're cut off by his fond laugh, he's staring at your with half squinted eyes.
"don't worry, it's all good. m' only teasing."
his voice...
you hesitate, then breathe out a relived laugh with him. "i'll leave you to it then, m' sorry."
but before you can step back again, he chokes out a, "no, no. you should stay." it comes out louder than he'd planned, and you can tell by the way his next sentence comes much softer. "i don't mind company, y'know?" he rubs at his neck almost shyly.
laughing lightly at that, you slide into the spot next to him and grip the railing, your shoulder brushing against his.
he turns his body so he's facing you, then, holds out his veiny hand for you to grab. "choso, it's nice to finally meet you." he waits.
you humor him and let your smaller hand slip into his. "[name], it's nice to meet you too."
unexpectedly, he brings your hand up to his lips, looking you in the eye as he presses his lips to your delicate knuckles.
"pretty name for a pretty girl."
then he reaches up and brushes a loose strand of hair away from your cheek with the back of his fingers.
he's intoxicating. he's somehow so flirty while looking so shy. you wanna dissapear with him, something about the man was screaming at you to take him by the belt and let him take care of the rest.
but you know better. you really do.
this is choso. and sure, you'd only really become aware of him this past week, but he couldn't be good news. he was the campus plug, a guy with a reputation that trails behind him like smoke wherever he went. bad news wrapped in real good looks and his adorably shy chivalry. you shouldn’t barter into this, you really shouldn’t smile like you were as he smiled back, shouldn’t feel this pull towards him.
and yet, you let him wrap his pointer finger around yours as he stood leaning against the rail, keeping it there as he blew smoke into the sky.
"already so touchy? we just met, y'know." you quiz with a blushed out smile, wriggling the finger he has trapped on his own like a link.
"yeah," he turns to face you again, "but i already know i fuck with you. i like moving at a pace that feels right."
"and this 'feels right?'" you laugh.
"the right-est."
"huh." you reply, like it was a small yet significant revelation. you wriggle your finger again, but this time it's to hold his tighter, earning a smile from him.
"hope you don't have a boyfriend." he asks, looking down at you slyly.
"it's... complicated."
"so no, sweet."
"i-" he taps a finger to your lip.
"if you had a good man taking care of you, that answer wouldn't have any of that wishy washy bullshit. you don’t have a boyfriend, let's leave it at that."
"yes sir." you joke, and his pants tighten a lil.
somehow, you feel like you'd known this guy you only properly met ten minutes ago since freshman year, no, screw that, since grade school. he was conversing with you like how one might talk to their long term on again off again. it was captivating yet also terrifying.
he inches closer to you, "i wanna get to know you, [name], should stay out here for a while, hm?"
you nod, and that was that, you end up talking to him for hours.
“i’m kinda surprised i haven’t seen you around more. you’d think i would’ve noticed a guy like you.” you say halfway through your little moment. he lets out a soft laugh, glancing back toward the party through the glass door. “a guy like my? huh? yeah, nah. i don’t come to these much.”
“really?” you tilt your head. “but you and gojo seem close.”
“we hang out heaps,” he nods. “just not here. sigma chi gets too messy n' it's not really my scene.”
you hum in agreement. “fair.”
“what about you?” he asks. “you always here?”
“more than i should be,” you admit. “occupational hazard.”
that gets a grin out of him. “oh, so you work?”
"yeah, i work at a-" you're cut off,
"a bar?"
you blink. “how’d you know?”
he shrugs. “you’ve got the look.”
you laugh. “and what look is that?”
“like you can handle drunk guys without losing your mind.”
“barely,” you whisper under your breath. “i work at the sway bar, it's just off campus.”
“hm,” his brows lift. “might have to stop by sometime.”
you look up at him smiling. “i’d really like that.”
“what frat are you in?” you ask him next, and you grin at the way his face lights up.
"beta theta phi, with sukuna and toji, y'know them?"
“ahhh i see,” you smile. “yeah, i know them. i can totally see that.”
“see what?” he asks amused.
“you sorta just, match their vibe? i guess?”
he leans over to you, then, in a smooth motion he's bracing one arm on the railing behind you so your back would touch his chest if you leaned back. “and what vibe’s that exactly?”
you get choked up for a sec before grinning. “like, dark. kinda edgy.”
he lets go of a breathy laugh. “yeah? you into that? dark n’ edgy?”
your face blushes pink as you nod. “yeah, kinda.”
that seems to please him, because his smile is satisfied and content.
as you're talking about everything and nothing simultaneously, you slowly start to realise you haven’t thought about suguru once. not about how shitty he'd made you feel or the way he would probably be expecting you back inside and in his bed right about now.
your world has narrowed completely, honing in on the man beside you.
"i think you're really cool, [name]." he says from his spot behind you, his chest now fully hugging into your back as his arms have migrated from the pole to your waist. for some reason, where this would usually feel weird, too fast or sexual with most other men, it felt causal with him. like, instead of a rapey gesture meant to swoon you into bed, it was an action that felt so natural and grounding. you were definitely leaning into him.
"i'd hope so, you're kinda hugging me like we're a thing right now."
"would you be into that?" he speaks into your ear, his chin now pushing into the crook of your neck from behind.
"into what? us being a thing?"
"lowkey."
wow, you went from chasing a guy who would turn down being 'a thing' at every turn, to a man far more endearing suggesting it like it was an obvious want.
still, you had to be at least half cautious. "maybe."
he laughs at that, then lets his arms turn you around to face him.
"i'd love to take you out, ma. you're real funny, real sweet. my kinda girl, i can't lie to you."
this almost seems too good to be true. sure, a lotta guys ask you out, but none of them give off the same kinda vibe as choso. "y'sure you're not just saying that to sleep with me? you don’t have to go through all that hassle, you know, we can just-"
"no." he cuts you off, looking you deep in your eye. "i don't want that. i really do wanna see where this goes, okay? have ever since i saw you walking t' class on monday."
that makes you still, because he'd been thinking about you as much as you'd been thinking about him, from one little smile. if this wasn't some fated lovers arrangement then you didn't know what was.
you took in a soft breath before smiling, "sure, you can take me out."
you feel him smile against your skin, then he pulls away and you mourn the loss of body heat.
"perfect." he says, pulling out his phone, giving it to you gently. "if you really want this, put in your number. if you don’t , just spam the keypad and i'll figure it out later that you're not into me. no awkward shit."
he was perfect, god, he was perfect.
you grin and take it from him, putting your phone number in instantly under the name, [name] 💘.
~
he'd kept his promise.
around two days later, you'd had a shift at the bar from afternoon til late. you'd been working for around three hours when the door to the small, yet cozy establishment swings open, revealing a very well dressed choso.
he had a nice shirt and jeans that looked classier than the one he wore to the party, and fitting jewellery littering his every body part. he was a little overdressed for this dingy dive bar setting, but the low lighting complimented his aesthetic perfectly.
he greets the girl at the door kindly, before stalking up to the bar in which you stood behind. he smiles gently as he spots you.
"you really came, that's cute." you smile, wiping up a wet glass with a tea towel.
he takes a once over of your attire and smirks to himself before sliding into the stool, still somehow towering over you despite being sat. "i keep my promises, sweetheart. couldn't turn down seeing you looking this fine in you're little uniform."
that makes you blush a pretty pink, earning a soft chuckle from him as he scans the rack of bottles behind you. choso rarely drank heavy, but when he was in the mood, he'd always preferred the more expensive liquor.
"you guys have any jonny walker? the blue label?" he asks, trying his own hand at spotting the scotch on the rack.
"just ran out, the next one up from that would be some pappy bourbon, but you're looking at $120 a pour." you don't expect him to chose your most expensive bottle, the one only really old timers reach for, so you're preparing to grab for a bottle of beer in the fridge behind you.
"cool, i'll have that then." you almost choke.
"you uhm.. you sure?" you ask, incase this was some joke and you were gonna make a fool of yourself reaching for the top shelf for nothing.
"positive, hun." he smiles back.
you nod, then grab the step stool and reach for the golden liquor.
you pour it up and slide it over. he thanks you sweetly and takes a sip, nodding to himself like this was a good investment. as he drinks, you notice a silver ball of metal shooting through his tongue, a piercing there as well? imagine all the things he could do with that...
unaware of your less than appropriate internal thoughts, he folds a few fifties up and slips it into the chest pocket of your apron. "good recommendation, honey." these pet names were getting more and more bold, not that you minded.
"you're so welcome." you wink, earning an upwards twitch of his eyebrow in appreciation.
he's sitting in the spot many a men had before, all flirting and trying their luck with you. but with choso there, you felt engaged, you actually wanted to talk to him not just laugh and nod along like you cared for his useless conversation.
you quickly cashed in his money, he'd given you $200 so you pulled out his change, handing it out for him to take.
"no, no. that's your tip, pretty girl." he smiles, imitating your wink.
you're dumbfounded. "an $80 tip? we don’t- you don’t- tipping isn't even a thing here! please, take this back, i seriously can't take it, i-" he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.
"shh, you're such a sweet tender, you deserve a little get back."
he watches you fluster and fumble with the change like it’s the best thing he’s seen all night.
“hey,” choso says easily, leaning his forearms on the bar. “i promise i won’t miss it.”
you glance up at him, brows pinched. “that’s still a lot of money.”
“it’s not,” he replies, gentle yet firm. “and even if it was, i wanted to.”
you hesitate, then sigh, slipping the bills back into your apron like you’re conceding a battle you were never gonna win anyways. he smiles at that, pleased, like he enjoys when you finally let him do things for you.
“thank you,” you say quietly.
“anytime,” he answers. “that’s what i’m here for.”
he stays right there for the rest of the night,
he doesn’t drift off and he doesn’t get pulled into a loud conversation with anyone else.
he orders a few non alcoholic drink because he needs to drive. but the thing captivating his attention the most is you. his body stays angled toward you like it’s the most natural place for him to be.
you keep working, of course. wiping down glasses, taking orders, sliding beers down the bar. but every time you glance back at him, he’s already looking at you.
you’re aware of him the whole time. the way his eyes follow your body everywhere, the way he straightens when you come back, like he can’t help it.
he pulls out every conversational skill he'd ever learnt from collage and puts them all to work, trying his hardest to swoon you as best he can. he compliments you over and over, tells you you're such a good worker, slips tenners in your left pocket when you're distracted. he watches you exist like you were the most incredible, hard working being on earth, because to him? you were.
he talks to you when it gets quiet, he has you toppled over belly laughing at one point from across the bar as he tells you stories of his geeky high school days, or ones where his runs didn't go exactly as planned.
god, you’re hot.
that’s the thought looping in his head, over and over again until his cock feels a little too snug in his pants.
the apron. the way it sits so tightly around your waist. the way you lean forward when you laugh and the neckline of your top dips down to reveal your pretty cleavage. the way your hands move with such confidence even when the bar’s loud and messy. he’s seen a lot of girls. slept with some on occasion, none of them felt or looked like this. like you.
it’s annoying, honestly. quite distracting. he finds himself wondering what you smell like up close. would you smell differently to what you smelt like at the party? if it was just the two of you at the bar, would you speak to him soft and sultry like he'd imagined in his recent day dreams? everything about you allured him to such an agonising standard, he felt like grabbing you from behind the bar and driving you back to his off campus place, wrapping you up in his sheets and keeping you to himself, forever.
so we're weird stalkers now choso? perfect. he shook his head at the intrusive thought.
"you okay, choso?" you ask, suddenly right infront of him, pulling him from his you obsessed thoughts. "ah, yeah, y'know. just day dreaming' about my pretty little bar tender friend."
"oh, we're friends now?" you quiz, smirking at him, he laughs and rests his cheek in his palm. "oh, i wanna be much more than that, baby."
you know he said he wanted to see where this went, but fuck, you wanted him all up in you right now..
hours pass by quickly, just like that.
the flirty conversation flows so easily. you talk about different music, about how shit the school's schedule is. about dumb campus drama (mostly revolving around gojo, surprise surprise.) he tells you stories about sukuna and toji without saying too much, painting them as loud but loyal, which you can picture.
you catch yourself laughing more than usual. leaning close to him when he talks. forgetting to check the time.
once, though fleetingly, suguru crosses your mind. he’d texted earlier asking what time you finished, he’d probably expect you to come over after. you hadn't replied yet, wanting to make the decision of whether or not he deserved you later on. choso's little visit was really letting you know you made the right decision, because right now, there’s only him. his sexy, deep voice, his expression that never diped into that bored look you'd sometimes see on suguru, the way he was talking to you like anything you said was worth acutely listening to.
“you ever think about gettin’ outta here?” he asks eventually, gesturing vaguely around the bar.
“all the time,” you admit. “but it’s temporary. just until i finish my degree.”
“oh, shit yeah. you do art, right?”
“yes sir.”
his eyes light up. “that's sick, y'should show me.”
you breath out a laugh. “show you what?"
“your art,” he says. “you talk about it like it’s your whole world.”
it kind of is.
you’re about to answer when you both glance up at the clock mounted above the liquor shelf.
12:18.
you groan softly. “shit.”
he checks his phone. “damn. i’ve been here f' ages.”
“same,” you laugh. “i gotta close up soon.”
he stays and helps you clean up as best he can, then walks you out if the bar like the gentleman he is. you both begin your walk down the street where his car’s parked right by the curb, and your bus stop sits a little further down.
“you bussin’ it home?” he asks, surprised.
“yeah,” you shrug. “car’s not really in the budget.”
he nods, like he has to remind himself of that reality. not everyone lives lavishly off of drug money like he does.
you pull out your phone, opening the travel app, but choso notices how your pretty face falls.
“what's the matter?” he asks.
“all the buses are delayed,” you sigh. “road closures.”
you start to type something out, probably to see how long the delay is, when his hand grabs around your wrist.
it's not demanding or tight, no, it's like he's softly taking control.
“i’ll drive you,” he says.
“oh, wow, no! you've already done so much for me tonight, choso. you don’t have to,” you start. “i can walk, it’s not that far.”
he shakes his head. “no. get in the car.”
and you did, you let him open the door and usher you in, then say through his admittedly good playlist as the gps told him where to go. he was really pulling out all the cards, and it was making you hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
as you approached your apartment, you began getting antsy. you didn't want him to just drop you off and leave. you wanted him inside, both you and your apartment.
"here you go, sweets. safe and sound." he smiles, the door open as he stands outside his car letting you out.
“hey,” you say, looking up at him now that you're standing.
he looks at you attentively, like he too is expecting you to say something.
“do you wanna…” you trail off, letting your eyes do the rest of the sentence, falling over his chest, his arms, his hips.. “come inside for a bit?”
it's so utterly suggestive without you saying 'i wanna fuck' outright, and he seems to click on pretty fast.
he knows he told you at that party he wanted to see how things played out, preferably take you on a date before he even thought about fucking you, but shit, if you weren't looking at him with the widest, most eager eyes.
“yeah,” he says after copying you, looking at your body up and down. “i’d like that.”
he grins at the way you look away shyly.
he follows you up the steep steps, trying while heartedly not to stare straight at your ass. your apartment door clicks open, and you step aside to let him in.
the space is dark except for a lamp you flick on near the window.
choso stops dead in his tracks.
your apartments like an art critics wet dream. his eyes move rapidly over the hundreds of different works, some unfinished and some looking old. theres large canvases leaning up against every wall, pottery and clay dust on the coffee table, sketches and watercolored studies taped up wherever there was free space. the place feels so lived in, messy in a beautifully creative way, so full of you.
“holy shit,” he murmurs.
you smile, suddenly very shy at the fact you should've cleaned up abit. “it’s... uh, a lot."
“nah,” he says, stepping further in. “it’s sick."
he walks around carefully, he’s afraid to bump into something important to you. leans in close to a large canvas, squinting a little as he studies it.
“you like, actually made this?” he asks.
“sure did.”
he lets out a quiet incredulous laugh. “why the hell are you not, like, famous or some shit.”
you feel your tummy grow hotter at his praise. “i wish that was how it worked.”
“i’m serious,” he insists. “this is crazy good. like gallery typa shit.”
the way he says it, so sure, so utterly unfiltered, makes your legs feel weak and nimble, suguru rarely commented this much on your work. you hadn’t realised how much you wanted to hear that from someone until now.
he keeps going, pointing things out, asking questions, swearing under his breath when something 'really epic and cool' as he likes to put it, catches his eye.
“this one’s my favorite,” he says, gesturing to a piece tucked half behind the couch, it was a distorted portrait reminiscent of francis bacon. “it’s got an allure.”
you laugh. “you should have it.”
he whips his head over to you in the dim light, and raises his eyes like he's surprised. "really? you'd just give it away? it's so good, i mean-"
"not without compensation, of course." you tease, and you have to quickly grab his hand as he reaches into his pocket to grab for the wad of cash you know is in there.
"what are you-"
"not with money, choso..." you blink up at him feigning innocence, and the switch up from surprise to want is unfathomably quick.
you take his hand from its place in his pocket, and bring it up to cup your face, he follows suit and uses the other to pull your hips against his own.
"well, aren't you a little tease. i wanted to take you out first, y'know?"
"yeah? gonna deny me?" you poke, and the look of pure lust in his eyes tells you before he does,
"wouldn't dream of it." and he's on you, pulling you so close as his mouth works against yours feverishly, pulling surprised moans from your throat at how thorough he's being.
with a breathy sigh into the heated kiss, choso's hands pat their way down to the flesh of your ass, and knead at the fat in such an intoxicating way, it makes your skin bloom with goose bumps.
he's pushing his tongue into your mouth, the ball of metal pierced through his muscle clinking against your teeth as he explores you, your own tongue fighting back and forth for dominance.
you get the cue, the demand in his body language, the way he's growing desperate with each flick of tongue and grab of your ass.
you pull away with a click and push your forehead against his. "w-we should go to my room. now."
he smiles, his flushed cheeks turning upwards. you grab for his hand and guide him to your bedroom, pushing the door open quickly and pulling him inside.
he reconnects his lips to yours instantly, you reply by pulling at his fancy shirt, pawing at the collar until the first few buttons are loose.
he too starts tearing at your clothes, pulling the string of your apron loose, letting it fall to the floor, he makes sure the cash he'd slipped in earlier was still safe in the pockets before nudging it away to the side.
you wrangle is shirt off through messy kisses, and he's got yours unbuttoned to the hem.
"fuck, you're pretty." he sighs, pulling away to take in every inch of exposed abdomen and cleavage.
you smirk, then sit back slowly on the bed. he watches keenly, his pants becoming unbearably uncomfortable as you look at him with that lustful gaze.
you un-clip your bra letting it fall to the side to reveal your tits, and he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed in awe.
"jesus..." he almost chokes, his hands grabbing for the button of your work pants. he slips them off, eyes still fixated on the way you grab and knead at your boobs, the urge to wrestle you back onto the bed and fuck you stupid was becoming all but too much, but he had to restrain, opting to sweet talk you a bit before diving in.
"such pretty tits, baby. y'mind if i touch?" he borderline whines.
your wicked smile eggs him on, and he leans forward, taking the soft flesh into his hands.
you smile as he groans, then dip your hand down to his own belt buckle to help his cock spring free.
moaning as you do so, choso flushes a pretty red as his member slaps his lower abs, becoming shy at the fact you were staring so wide eyed at it.
did it look weird? was he not hard enough? fuck, he felt it. then again, he didn't have sex as often as anyone would assume.
his worries are stomped out when you cover your mouth with your hand, "that... that's fucking massive." you breath airily.
okay, good. that was good.
he smirks and stand up, shoving his pants the rest of the way down. in one smooth motion, he has you pushed down against the bed, your legs spread wide open, you let go of a trapped moan at the sudden manoeuvre.
he's inbetween your thighs in seconds, his face inches away from your pantie clad pussy.
"wanna taste you, baby, s' that okay?" he asks, panting heavily like this was the single most important question he'd ever ask. he takes note of how you nod so eagerly, hooking a finger into the waist band of your panties and pulling them off.
"all yours." you slur, and he wastes no time pressing that beautiful ball of pierced metal right up against your clit. all your fantasies were coming true, it seemed.
he laps at your folds, his mouth working magic on your needy hole. every moan that falls from your plush lips has him hitting that pleasure spot with a faster, more precise motion, trying his best to draw out those sexy little whimpers.
"good fucking girl, you're doing so well." he mumbles into the wetness, the vibration from his tone racking through your core.
"f-fuck! choso— i— i can't!" tears are welling up in your eyes at his unforgiving pace, his eyes clouding over with pleasure as he looks at you from down below.
"just focus, baby, come f'me, yeah? can you do that?" you reply with broken whines and choked up moans, your hands fisting into his hair as your hips grind up against his mouth.
you feel your peak building, growing and tightening so fast you clamp your thighs shut around his head.
he doesn't care that he can't breath, doesn't mind that his only purpose to you right now is to feel good, he want that, needs that.
he flicks at your clit in agonising little circles until you finally come undone all over his pretty, fucked out face.
he moans with you, kissing at your clit as you come down, slowing his pace as your breaths ease from rapid to regular.
"jesus, you uhm.. you really know how to eat a girl out." you breath shyly, hiding your face in the crook of your elbow as he moves up onto the bed, laying down next you with one arm propping up his head.
"you come so prettily, sweet thing. want me t' make you feel like that again?" he smiles, and that coil in your tummy you swear was gone had suddenly re-knotted.
"i- uh..." you're too shy to ask, but it's all you want, and he can tell.
"can i fuck you silly, pretty thing? would you like that?" he asks softly, his hands running up and down your naked, sweaty body.
he takes your arm away from your arms, then rolls over so he's pinning them down as his body hovers above yours.
"you like being told what to do, don't you? prefer being spoilt rather than taking the lead, hm?" he asks in a low tone. your eyes dart all around his face, a guilty sign that told him he was right on the money.
"perfect. just sit there and take me, honey. tell me if it's too much and i'll stop, moan loud if you want me to fuck you harder, m'kay?" he quizzes, your shyer eyes find his as you nod gently, "yes, please." you breath, and he goes right ahead.
his fingers slip into your sopping wet cunt and start to scissor you open, kissing the small gasps straight from your throat.
he rubs at your clit with his thumb, preparing you to take him in.
"y'think you can handle it, baby?" he pants, jerking at the base while his hands work you from the inside. you're bobbing your head up and down unevenly, a strangled yes juttering part your lips through noises of pleasure.
he removes his fingers with a wet pop, and lines himself up missionary with your dripping entrance, ready to slowly sink in until you're twitching with anticipation.
"relax honey, you can take it." and take it you did.
as his tip pushes past your hole with a deep groan from choso's lips, you bite down on your own at the sheer diameter. this was gonna be a stretch.
inch by tantalising inch, he's got you choking out jumbled praise and encouragement as your walls flutter deliciously around him.
"fuck, you're so tight, holy fuck–" he stammers as his tip finally presses against what he can assume is your cervix, based on how you're writhing beneath him.
"okay, baby. m' gonna —oh fuck— move."
you nod with your eyes squeezed shut and your hands gripping his biceps. "o-okay, cho."
that nickname makes him ten times harder, now he's bucking his hips deeper and deeper into your pussy with strangled groans. "keep callin' me that and i'll come right now—" he jokes through pants.
he continues abusing your puffy little hole, using you all up until you're a blabbering mess under this thumb.
"g'na— ohmygosh— i'm gonna come!" you cry, a tear slipping from your eye at the pleasure, choso leans down and kissses it away.
"c'mon honey, gimme one more, good girl, you can do it." he moans, picking up his
pumping pace.
you can't handel this any longer, he's dicking you down you so good, better than you'd ever felt before, you can't help but tighten up on his cock and spasm around it until he too is cumming straight into your cervix. bullseye.
you both go limp, your bones turning to mush after such intense sex.
yet, the second choso registers the way your body tenses, the way your breath sounds a little uneven from the discomfort of the sweat and other bodily fluid, he’s stood. he presses a little kiss to your shoulder first, then mutters something soft you barely catch before he slips out of bed.
“stay right there, baby,” he says, low and reassuring. “i got you.”
you hear drawers opening, the ensuite sink running. the quiet domestic sounds feel surreal after everything you'd just done with a guy you'd known for a week that somehow felt like years. when he comes back, he’s holding a damp cloth, warm from the tap. his expression has shifted completely, all that intensity replaced by a loving look of focus and care.
“okay,” he murmurs, sitting beside you. “gonna clean you up a bit, yeah?”
you nod, too loose to do much else.
he starts slowly with your legs, your stomach, your sides. he’s so incredibly careful, thorough without being clinical, like feeling clean and comfortable was his god given mission in this point in time. when he moves between your thighs, softly wiping through your sticky folds, you make a small whiney sound before you can stop yourself.
“hey,” he coos immediately, pausing. “s’okay. i know it’s sensitive.”
his voice is so gentle it almost hurts.
he keeps going, so much softer now while talking to you the whole time.
“you’re okay,” he murmurs. “i got you. just breathe for me.”
you whine quietly at the sensation, fingers curling into the sheets. he soothes you with words, with touch, like he knows exactly how close to the edge you still are.
“that’s it,” he says. “you’re doin’ so good. i know, i know. almost done.”
when he finishes up, he sets the cloth aside and immediately pulls you into him. you hadn’t actually realised how cold you felt until you’re pressed against his big chest, his massive arms wrapping around you without hesitation.
you tuck yourself into him snugly, like your body already knows where it belongs.
here, with him.
he rubs your back in slow passes, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. your cheek rests against his dipping collarbone, his heartbeat steady under your ear.
“there you go,” he murmurs. “isn't that better.”
you let out a long breath.
he keeps talking, his calming post-sex voice like a lullaby.
“you were incredible tonight,” he says. “so fuckin’ good. y'hear me?”
you hum softly, too warm and pliant to argue.
“nah,” he continues, brushing your hair back with his fingers. “i mean it. you made me feel real good. i'm real lucky.”
your heart squishes together fondly. you think, distantly, about how no one’s ever done this before. not like this. not with this much loving intention.
you'd thought that was the perfect word to describe this situation; loving.
hell, you weren't really used to living. geto never stayed like this. he never once touched you like you were something to be taken care of after sex. moreso like his friend who happened to be in his bed (which was what it was.)
the thought flickers, brings with it a small pinch of guilt that you don't notice choso clocking. you and geto had agreed to only sleep with eachother, that it would be good to only sleep with a single person... you push away the thought.
after all, right now, choso’s here. his warmth, his voice, his hands. you don't see how he scans over your guilty expression like a lost kid.
“hey,” he murmurs when you look up at him. “you okay?”
“yeah,” you whisper. “just… really comfy.”
he smiles against your hair. “good. that’s the goal.”
he's brushing his long fingers through your hair, tapping his knuckles to a beat against your back, anything to try and keep you fully here with him. he didn't like that look of guilt in your face from before.
“i hope this didn’t mess anything up,” he adds quietly. “with that date i was talkin’ about.”
you move your head just enough to look up at him. his eyes are searching your face for any sign of regret.
“it didn’t,” you say. “not even a little.”
relief flickers across his beautiful features. “good,” he says. “’cause i really wanna take you out. do it right.”
you smile, nose brushing his chest. “i’d like that.”
he exhales, long and content, then pulls you closer.
“get some sleep,” he smiles. “i’ll be right here.”
your eyelids grow heavy faster than you expect. the steady motions of his hand through your hair, the sound of his breathing, the way he holds you like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
just before you drift off, you feel his lips press softly to the top of your head.
you fall asleep like that, wrapped up in all of him, all of choso.
~
a few days later, beta theta phi.
choso's sitting in the kitchen, picking at a plate of food with a small smile on his usually calm, bare face.
you were a constant in his brain ever since he'd gone home from your apartment with that painting he 'earned' after the best sex of his life. (said painting is now strung up on his wall.) he'd never stopped thinking about you since that night.
your adorable little moans, the way you melted into him as he fucked you so deep, the way your pretty fucked out body moulded against his afterwards.
you were like crack and he was a hardcore crack head, feining for more of your attention.
as he thinks about stalking your instagram for the fourth time that day to see what you're up to, footsteps stomp down the hallway, heavy ones.
toji accends the stairs shirtless with his hair still damp like he’s just come out of the shower. sukuna follows behind like always, a towel draped over his shoulder, rummaging through a bag of chips before he even hits the kitchen proper. showering at the same time? gay ass guys, choso thought to himself.
“what the fuck,” toji says, stopping just short of the island. "why you look like that.”
choso looks up, brow lifting. “like what?”
“happy,” sukuna answers around a mouthful of chips. “it's weird."
toji snorts. “yeah, that’s new.”
choso rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t fight the smile this time. he grabs his plate, forks a big bite then shrugs it off like it’s nothing. “can’t a guy enjoy his food?”
“nah,” toji says, pulling out a chair and sitting backwards on it. “not you.”
sukuna leans against the counter opposite him with his arms crossed. “what’d you do. make bank today?”
choso shakes his head, chewing. “nah.”
“big sale?”
“nope.”
toji squints. “you finally get your dick wet again or something?”
that does it, choso coughs, nearly choking, then glares at him. “the fuck is wrong with you.”
sukuna laughs. “so that’s a yes.”
“shut up,” choso says quickly, pointing his fork at toji. “and don’t start.”
toji grins wider. “that's gotta be it. you’ve been walking around like you won the lottery all day.”
choso sighs. "yes, i'm seeing a girl.”
toji stops and sukuna freezes in the middle of a reach for another chip.
“…wait, actually,” sukuna says flatly.
choso smiles at the two boys and continues. “met her at that blacklight party. she’s really cute. we talked for hours, i visited her work, and i drover her home. you don't get the rest, but i’m taking her out this weekend.”
toji stares at him like he’s grown another head. “you?”
“yes,” choso says. “me.”
“you don’t talk to women,” sukuna says slowly.
choso scowls. “i talk to women.”
“no you don’t,” toji cuts in. “business doesn’t count.”
choso opens his mouth, then closes it. fine. maybe that’s fair.
toji leans back, eyes narrowing in thought. then something clicks. his expression shifts. “wait.”
choso looks at him.
“is this,” toji says, pointing vaguely, “the art girl you were askin’ about the other week?”
sukuna tilts his head, casual. “she’s hookin’ up with geto right now.”
...wait... what?
choso goes dead still.
geto.
like, his friend geto?
the one who's always hanging around with him and gojo on tursdays? that geto?
the one he always calls when he needs help at the gym, that geto?
the guy who's one of his most regular buyers, that geto?
his mind latches onto the man instantly, and starts unraveling his entire being piece by agonising piece. he's tall, jacked as fuck, his hair's always smoothed and shiny to perfection, always tied back just right with no knots or bumps, he's got that sexy confident smile and endearing laugh that reels women in.
he's the kind of man who attracts literally anybody, hell, he'd heard even gojo had a thing for him in high school, gojo!
shit.
he thinks back to the porch. to the way you hesitated when he asked about a boyfriend. the way you said it was 'complicated' and how he’d brushed it off, convinced himself it was nothing serious. how he saw that flash of guilt spread across your face after you two had finished. how you’d smiled when he touched you, how easily you’d leaned into him like there wasn’t anyone else in your head at all.
geto.
holy fuck.
choso doesn’t say anything although the muscles in his neck were contracting with each clench of his teeth, eyes dropping to his plate like the answer’s written there. his appetite’s gone.
a week.
he’s been thinking about you for a week straight.
asking gojo questions about you when they hung out in class, 'm' just curious, man, she's a pretty girl.' leaving out the part where he was eight inches deep inside you just the other night. stalking every single one of your socials to the point he had your first few posts and username memorised.
and now this?
maybe that’s why gojo had looked at him funny. why he’d laughed a little too hard when choso asked if you were seeing anyone. maybe it wasn’t shock, god, maybe it was disbelief.
choso gulps.
toji watches him closely now. “that true?”
sukuna shrugs. “mhm, he told me at that same party you were talkin' bout'.”
...
“you good?” sukuna asks looking a little worried at the man's switch uo.
choso lifts his head up and that bare look finds its way back onto his face and sticks like a face hugger. “mhm.”
toji frowns. “you sure.”
“i’m sure,” choso says, setting his fork down. “it’s whatever.”
it isn’t. but he’s not about to unpack the, 'just found out the girl i'm lowkey falling head over heels in love with is also hooking up with my good friend,' pill right now.
he grabs his keys off the counter and reaches for his leather jacket. “got a few deliveries to run, see y'later."
sukuna opens his mouth because he really wants to say something else, then thinks better of it. toji just watches him go with sympathy laced through the coloured bands of his irises.
choso slips pre roll out of his pocket and lights it up, trying to rationalise all of this. he'd only met you around a week ago, it's not like you guys were a thing. sure, he'd fucked you better than he'd ever fucked anyone in his life, but he shouldn't be weird and insecure about this, he knows that. it's just, he's never really gone for this before. usually it was girls asking him out, of which he'd reject kindly because he was too busy doing anything else.
but with you, that random night out on the porch, it felt like there was a pull he couldn't just toss aside, he wanted you... and he thought he had you, especially after that intimate night.
geto’s on a come-when-you-can basis, might as well take care of that now and try ease up his racing thoughts. nothing like a good interrogation.
he flops down into his M2, engine turning over as his thoughts narrow to one thing, one task, he leaves suguru a voice message.
"yo, suguru, m' coming over."
~
choso kills the engine and sits there for a minute, his fingers resting on the steering wheel like grounding himself before stepping into situation he already knows he won’t enjoy.
he sighs, then steps outta the car, he’s halfway across the driveway when a happy, familiar voice cuts through the noise of the active fraternity, “yo.”
gojo’s jogging down the steps two at a time with his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his hair pushed back. he grins when he sees choso, big arms opening on instinct.
before choso can dodge it, gojo’s got him in a quick, bone-crushing hug.
gojo squints at him, like he’s clocking something off but hasn’t put his finger on it yet. “you headin’ to suguru’s?”
choso doesn’t slow down. “yeah.”
“uh,” gojo starts, glancing back at the stairs like he’s weighing whether to say something. “hey, maybe not the best time, think he's in the shower.”
but choso doesn't listen,
“cho,” gojo calls after him, louder now. “seriously, man, let's hang out first!"
choso doesn’t turn around. he takes the stairs with his heart climbing up into his throat with each step. by the time gojo gives up, he’s already at the top landing, moving down the hallway.
he stops in front of suguru’s door and knocks.
theres movement inside, the sound of water shutting off, then a drawer opening.
the door swings open.
suguru stands there in nothing but a towel hanging around his hips, his hair damp and loose around his shoulders, his skin still flushed from the heat of a shower. water beads along his collarbone and trails down the center of his chest. choso hated how good he looked.
his eyes fall all over sugurus body before he could stop it.
it’s dumb, after all, he’s seen suguru shirtless a hundred times. in locker rooms, during pool parties, it never mattered before, but now it does, because you’ve seen him like this. because you’ve touched this, because you've liked his annoyingly perfect body.
suguru notices choso's ogling and smirks, leaning one arm against the doorframe. “what,” he says lightly. “y’want a workout routine or somethin’?” choso forces a short laugh, “shut up.”
“mm,” suguru hums confused. he steps aside anyway, letting choso in.
suguru’s place is always so precise and neat. his beds always made, desk cleared, shoes lined up like they belong in a sneaker catalogue. it’s never bothered choso one way or another.
but today, he isn’t looking at any of that. his eyes move fast scanning without meaning to. the desk. the floor. the chair by the window. the bathroom door still cracked open, steam drifting out.
then the bedpost.
he spots a pop of pink fabric slung around the wood.. a pair of panties hangs loose around the corner of the frame, looking forgotten. they're pretty, they look your size, and they're unmistakably not suguru’s.
fuck.
suguru follows his line of sight, then sighs softly. “ah, ignore that. keep forgetting to deal with those.”
he reaches out and turns choso by the shoulder, forcing him to face him. suguru’s expression shifts, teasing gone, replaced with something more intent.
“what’s up with you,” he asks. “you’ve been actin’ weird as fuck, cho.”
choso gulps. for a second, he considers lying. saying nothin then walking out.
but he can't, so instead, he digs into his jacket and pulls out a small bag. he presses it into sugurus chest.
“four grams,” he says flatly.
suguru nods slowly, then looks down. “hm,” he mutters. “okay.”
he crosses the room, opens his dresser, and pulls out a few bills. counts them once, then twice, before handing them over.
“seventy-five,” he says. “we’re good?” choso takes it, nodding. “yeah.”
suguru studies him now, really studies him. “you didn’t come all the way over here just for that, normally we meet in the middle."
choso exhales through his nose. “i know.”
“so,” suguru prompts. “talk.” choso hesitates, he's not sure if he sounds insane or not, or if this is totally overstepping some unspoken boundaries, but he can't keep it in.
“are you sleepin’ with [name]?”
suguru coughs out in surprise, “…uh.” he leans back against his dresser, arms folding loosely. “yeah,” he says after a sec. “i am.”
choso nods once, like he'd expected it, “m'kay, are you dating her?"
suguru frowns. “what? no.”
“planning to?"
“no,” suguru repeats. “it’s just sex.” he tilts his head, curiosity creeping in. “why?" choso doesn’t answer right away. suguru narrows his eyes at him. “what, you into her or somethin’?”
“no,” choso says too quickly.
suguru huffs a laugh. “c’mon, man.”
choso’s voice edges colder. “i said no.”
“okay,” suguru says, hands lifting. “just askin’. ‘cause if you are, you should probably drop it.”
choso’s eyes snap up.
suguru keeps going, unaware of the turmoil writhing his friend. “just lookin' out for you, man. she’s really into me. like, a lot. wouldn’t be fair to either of you.”
the strong inside choso's heart break at the sound of that.
he scoffs. “you think so, huh?"
suguru blinks. “what’s that supposed to mean?"
“nothing,” choso mutters, already turning away. “was just curious.”
“cho—”
choso waves him off without looking back. “don’t worry about it.”
he opens the door, pauses just long enough to throw something over his shoulder, his voice very uncharacteristically cruel. “try not to confuse sex with somethin’ you don’t actually want.”
then he’s gone.
the door shuts with a dull thud.
suguru stands there, staring at the wood long after choso’s footsteps fade down the long hall.
his whole body feel shaky, like he'd just been stepped on. suguru did not like to be crossed like that.
he glances back at the bedpost. at the pink panties hanging there, the ones he teared off before fucking you dumb into his mattress... at the faint imprint you left on his space.
he frowns.
why does that bother him? he’s never cared before. he's told himself he couldn't commit to a relationship right now, that you being there for him was always just a mutual sex agreements. a good friends with benefits sitch. so why does the idea of someone else wanting you feel so incredibly wrong?
why does it feel like a rugs being pulled out from under him?
he exhales, runs a hand through his damp hair, then grabs his phone. you name pops up on his caller app and he hesitates only a second before calling.
“hey,” you answer, your voice isn't as excited to hear from him as it usually is... weird.
suguru smiles automatically. “hey, pretty.”
you don't giggle at that, or tease him back, you just hum through the receiver.
he frowns slightly. “what’re you up to?"
“just… home,” you say. “what’s up?"
“i was thinkin’,” he starts, leaning back on the bed. “maybe you come over tonight.” there’s a moment of silence and uncertainty that almost never came when it came to you.
“i dunno,” you say. “i’m kinda tired.”
that’s new.
suguru chuckles then lowers his voice. “c’mon, hun. i really need you.”
you sigh. “need me how?"
“badly,” he says, letting warmth creep in. “been thinkin’ about you all day.”
you dint reply instantly and he rushes in before you can pull away and reject him further. “i miss you,” he adds. “miss the way you feel. the way you look at me.”
“sugu—”
“baby,” he cuts in gently, “come over. yeah?”
he strings the pet names together, calls you sweet. calls you pretty. tells you he’s lonely. tells you he’s been wanting you.
he hears the shift in your breath before you speak again.
“…okay,” you say quietly.
his smile returns, very, very satisfied. “good girl.”
he hangs up, feeling way too good about the skill he has to persuade you. he thinks back on choso, how he'd learn a thing or two about threatening his arrangements.
~
you’re on your back in the long haired man's room before you can really register how you got there...
you feel so, so guilty. you didn't want to be here, but you felt awful for suguru, for fucking someone else when the agreement was to only fuck eachother, and talk about it if you were to screw someone else.
maybe that's why you caved into his pleas, you wanted to make it up to yourself, trying fix what felt like a horrible betrayal in your eyes.
sheets cold against your hot skin, suguru hovering over you, naked and sweaty like he belongs there, him, not choso.
"sugu, i— i wanna talk... there's something i should tell you," but you're cut off by his lips, his demanding, intoxicating lips... the ones working magic on helping you forget about your new friend.
you told yourself you weren't going to melt so easily into him when you got here, that you'd at least try your best to tell him about choso, how you're seriously reconsidering your little arrangement. but it seems he's got other plans, because his lounge is already halfway down your throat ripping lewd moans from your mouth.
he kisses you like he’s reminding himself that you're his. his girl to fuck, to claim without an actual title, not choso's.
his hands frame your face, pads of his thumbs brushing along your jawline as if he’s taking you back, he settles his weight between your legs, torso grinding up against your clothed pussy.
his lips kiss and suck against yours in a careful rhythm, coaxing rather than just taking. it isn’t frantic like he's panicked, no, it’s got a beautiful sense of reverence that drives you crazy and lulls away any former thought of taking accountability from your pretty little head. it's clear, even through your cloudy suguru filled haze, that he’s trying to prove a point to himself with every pass of his mouth on yours.
“fuck,” he murmurs softly into your mouth then your name.
his fingers dip down to your soaked panties, he presses his thumb harsh against your clit, pulling that one moan he knew meant he hit the perfect spot.
he shifts them to the side, then slams them deep into your gaping hole.
with every curl he's pulling such pretty groans from your throat, he doesn't care if his tendons begin to ache from how relentlessly he's bullying his thick fingers into your soft cunt, no, he's running you like this over and over if it meant hearing these addictive whimpers, ones he was causing, not choso.
he pumps them against your fluttering, gummy walls so tantalisingly slowly but so precise, it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head with pleasure. he wasn't as sweet as choso had been, he was rough and chasing that high with expert precision.
"such a pretty fucking girl. you're all mine, okay? you're all mine —shit—." his circles are relentless and binding, but that little monolog seemed to suddenly snap you out of whatever this was.
"suguru— fuck— please, stop it. we need to talk." he breaks away from latching onto your neck, then his thumb retracts as he sits up to look at you. this was what he didn't wanna do. talk about it.
he wanted you to get fucked, realise how good you had it with him, and forget about choso...
"what is it? hm?" he try's his best to stay calm but his distain slowly creeps up on him. "s' this about choso?" he quips.
what the fuck? how did he know?
suguru’s sitting up now, and you're pulling your skirt down over your lower half.
this wasn’t how you wanted him finding out but, “i don’t think i can keep doing this,” you say quietly.
his brows knit. “doing what.”
“this,” you gesture vaguely between you. “us. like this.”
...
he exhales through his nose. “you're serious?”
“yeah.”
his mouth tightens. “let me guess what.” he spits, and you tell him before he can further his sarcastic venture, “because i think wanna see choso.” suguru scoffs bitterly, he knew that was coming but he decides to pry further, “oh yeah? see him how?”
“like.. properly,” you say. “he asked me out. on like… a date. an actual one.”
his face contorts and stirs into disgust, then irritation. “you’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
he scoffs, pushing off the bed and pacing, still half naked. “you barely know him, [name]!”
“i know,” you retort. “but he’s been so good to me, sugu, really good.”
“he’s bad news,” suguru seers. “you don’t need a no good loser like him. he has no prospects, no plan for the future, he's bad!"
your stomach sinks at the quips. “don't say that.”
“say what?" he bites, and you grow redder with anger, “talk about him like i'm so naive kid who doesn't know what i’m doing!"
he turns back to you, frustration spilling over now. “he’s a dealer. he sells drugs for a fucking living, that’s it! no goals, no future, he's sketchy as fuck.”
you shake your head. “that’s not fair.”
“it’s true.”
“you'd have no clue! you don't know anything about him.” you spit back, and he laughs meanly. “oh please. know him? he’s got the personality of a brick wall. what, he buy you drinks and suddenly he’s prince charming?"
your chest tightens. “he listens to me.”
that shuts him up for half a second.
you keep going, voice steadier now that you’ve started. “he shows up. he actually cares about what i have to say. he doesn’t treat me like something he picks up when he’s bored.”
his eyes flash. “that’s not what this is.”
“then what is it?" you ask. “because you’re the one who said it was just sex. over and over again.”
he runs a hand through his hair, agitation spilling from every pore on his smug face. inside his brain, it's a mix of conflicting feelings. suguru likes you, for real, he has ever since high school. not once had he ever thought he'd be with any other girl, just you. but college was for fun, for hookups and parties and no real commitments, so why would he pour more effort into you than he needed? why couldn't you just be his with no strings attached? he wanted you, he loved you, some might say. suguru was not ready to give you up this easily, you were his first.
the thought of you choosing someone else makes his lungs constrict and his brain fizzle and crack until his heart breaks apart at the valves.
“you don’t need choso,” he says again, trying to regain any sort of resemblance of control. “you’ve got me.”
you let out a bitter laugh. “no. i don’t.”
his gaze snaps to you. “what’s that supposed to mean?"
“you don’t get to say that,” you reply. “not when you won’t even call this what it is, you're a pathetic excuse for a man. if you're gonna tie me up like a dog and use me for sex, at least have the balls to let me know that's all i am to you."
he looks away as the veins in his neck pulsate and grow, part of him knows you’re right, but to be honest? part of him really just doesn’t care. he knows deep down he wants you more than that, why couldn't you understand?
“you’re just being weird because for once someone’s actually into me and you can scare them off.” you add, the words tumbling out now.
he wants to spill his guts, tell you all he really wants is you, that he's been enthralled with you ever since high school he's always just been far too immature to really commit, but instead, his eyes narrow. “that’s bullshit.”
“is it?" you challenge.
he opens his mouth, then closes it.
you sit straighter with your heart hammering. “i really like him, suguru. he treats me well. he’s a good person.”
something ugly flickers across his face. that hurt. you were supposed to be his, now you were telling him you really like another guy? you're his girl! you're his girl.
he laughs, low and cruel. “so that’s all it takes, huh? a promise of a date and suddenly you’re spreadin’ your legs like a whore?"
what the fuck? that's not what he wanted to say! he cringes at himself but it's too far gone, he can't put a lid on the rage that's bubbling over the edges of the pot that is his heart.
your breath leaves you in a hurried rush. “what— what did you just say.”
he doesn’t take it back immediately or rephrase, that's the worst part. “you heard me.”
your eyes sting but you try your best not to cry. “how do you even know about choso?” you bite.
his face goes all rigid. “i could tell.”
“tell what?"
“by the way you weren't keen." he says, then adds, "and he came by earlier.”
your stomach drops. “he came here?.”
“yeah,” suguru says. “asking about you.”
the petty realisation floods over you in a wave of rage. “so that’s why you called me." you laugh, gutted. “you didn’t want me. you wanted to get your get back, right?”
his temper flares. “don’t fucking twist this.” geto was usually level headed, even in the most heated of arguments, so you knew his anger was real here.
“you invited me over because your ego got bruised,” you say, voice rising. “not because you care about me or what i want."
“that’s not true.”
“then why did you just say that to me?"
he looks at you with eyes full of distain, “because i shouldn’t have ever let this get this far. you’re just someone i fuck sometimes. that’s it.”
oh.
you don’t cry at that nor do you yell. you just nod softly, like your body's finally understanding what your heart’s been screaming at you for so long.
“m'kay,” you say softly.
you stand, smoothing your skirt down and reaching for your shirt with hands that feel so far away. he watches intently, fuming, not realising the gravity of the bum ass, idiotic move he'd just pulled.
you grab your things without sparing him a single glance.
“wait,” he says, finally hearing the finality in your movement.
you pause at the door, then you step out and shut the it behind you with a soft click.
inside, suguru stands there for around a minute in silence. then, his legs give out and he drops onto the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
“fuck,” he whispers.
he stares at the floor, replaying every word he knew he should of never said. every look he flashed you when all he wanted to do was tell you how he actually felt, that he was wrong and he knew that, but he needed you all to himself. the way the pretty voice he'd always adored sounded when it broke.
he realises, too late, that he really does love you.
he was just too immature to keep you.
~
you needed to call choso.
sugurus number was blocked the second you got home to your apartment, an act you clearly should've done ages ago.
though, your minds not caught up on him anymore, no. it's running miles around choso.
two things were clear right now,
1. he knew about you and suguru.
2. he probably wasn't too happy about that.
and now suguru was out of the picture, you had to tell him the whole entire truth. that you'd gotten rid of him, that you were willing to put every ounce of yourself back into choso, if he'd let you.
you bite at your lip, contemplating if he'd even pick up if you were to dial. you had no way of knowing if he was turned off by all of this or if he'd still wanna give this whole thing a try.
one way to find out, you thought.
you scroll through your contacts until you find his name and hit call before you can overthink it. it rings far longer than you expect, and when he answers, his voice sounds tired, much quieter than usual. “hey.”
“hey,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “um. i know it’s late.”
“you’re fine,” he says. there’s a pause. “what’s up." it's not much of a question rather a statement he has to say to be polite.
you gulp nervously. “there’s something i really need to talk to you about. like, in person.”
another moment of silence that stretches abit longer this time round.
“okay,” he says softly. “i’m in the middle of a run right now.” your heart dips, then lifts when he continues. “i can come by after. if that’s alright.”
relief spreads through you, “yeah. that’s perfect. thank you.”
“i’ll be there as soon as i’m done,” he adds.
“drive safe,” you say.
.
on his end, choso leans back against the seat of his car, his phone still in hand. he sighs to himself, he already knows how this goes.
he’s had around a day to imagine it. an entire day of replaying everything in his mind, of telling himself not to get too attached to this amazing girl he'd sworn on.
in his head, you’re going to sit him down and say you had fun while it lasted, but you’re choosing to fuck with suguru. you’re going to say you’re sorry. you’re going to say it was complicated and now it’s clearer.
he grips the steering wheel and exhales slowly. he finishes the delivery on autopilot, exchanges empty words he barely hears, his mind is clearly somewhere else.
by the time he pulls up outside your building, his chest feels so incredibly heavy.
he sits there for a while, staring at the entrance, telling himself to keep it together, telling himself he’ll be fine no matter what you say.
he steps out of the car and walks up to your door, he lifts his hand to knock, and the door opens before his knuckles touch the wood.
you’re standing there with damp hair from a shower and a serious look on your otherwise adorable face.
you just look at each other, and no one talks.
he doesn't expect you to, but you step forward softly, then gently wrap your arms around his torso.
it’s sort of on instinct, it’s need, and it’s a big relief. he too wraps his arms around your back, pulling you closer to try ease the tension in his soul.
“hey,” he murmurs.
“hi,” you say back into his shoulder.
you pull away and move aside, he walks in, glancing around with widened eyes, your apartment still pulls at his attention even now. it all feels so clearly you. he forces himself to focus when you gesture to the couch.
he sits, hands resting on his knees. shoulders squared. ready for this horrible rejection..
you sit beside him, not too close, not far either, you take a moment before you speak.
“i’m really sorry,” you say softly. “about suguru. about him getting involved with us at all.”
his eyes are darting around nervously but he's still honed in on what you have to say.
“i didn’t mean for him to make you feel weird or uncomfortable,” you continue. “and i didn’t mean to keep things from you.”
you look forlornly down at your hands. “i blocked him today.”
he shoots his head up in surprise, cute.
“i should’ve been honest from the start,” you say. “we had this on and off thing. nothing serious. but meeting you changed that for me.”
you look up at hum, “i like you. a lot. and if you’re still into me, i’d really like to start clean with you. no stupid secrets.”
he looks at you back tenderly, watching over your every feature.
“you’re the coolest guy i’ve ever met,” you add with a small laugh. “and i don’t wanna mess this up.”
for a second he just stares at you. then he smiles, it's big and goofy, and so so bright.
“yeah,” he says, sort of laughing. “yeah. i’m really happy you picked me.”
your heart jumps.
before you can reply, his metal clad hand comes up to your cheek pulling you in closer to his lips, he then kisses you softly.
it’s beautifully gentle and ever so slightly desperate. he's leaving small open pecks like each one's it's own form of praise and forgiveness.
your hands curl into his shirt, grounding yourself in the feeling of him here. choosing you, and staying.
when you pull back, your forehead rests against his. you smile wide, you’re glad you closed one door to open this one.
"so, about that date."
~
the two weeks you'd spent dating choso kamo was seriously the best time of you life.
you wake up in choso’s apartment much more than your own now. his place is fancy, it sits high up in one of those off campus complexes that cost more than they look like they should.
he's got the nice polished concrete floors, floor to ceiling windows with automatic blinds, furniture that fits his dark yet aesthetic so well.
right now you’re tucked into his side on the couch with your legs all tangled together, your heads resting against his chest while the city glows outside the window and he sifts his fingers through your hair. you'd both just come down from a night full of intense loving, choso eating you out for a good hour before completely ruining you just as he had the previous night. now, there was food on the way as he massaged your lowkey back lovingly.
"you okay, honey?"
"more than okay. cho,"
"god, keep calling me that and i'll take you for round three."
this is how it’s been, consistently.he takes you in the most lovely dates, expensive dinners where he never lets you see the bill. not once. you did try at first, bless your soul, fumbling for your wallet, making jokes about splitting it, insisting you could handle yourself. and every time, he shut it down with the same calm tone.
"i got it, sweetheart."
no argument or anything, no crazy big ego. just a nice fact that he could take care of you without blinking.
he takes you to places you’d never, ever pick on your own. spots where the menus only have triple digest beside each item. he watches your face when the food comes out, in awe watching your beautiful eyes light up. he always asks if you like it with a big smile, and he always remembers what you order. when you say you like a certain dessert, what do you know? it shows up again on your door step a few nights later after you tell him you had a rough shift at work.
he never makes you feel small about your money, or lack there of. that’s the part that gets you the most. when you joke about being broke, he doesn’t laugh at you. he just nods like it’s another bit of information about you, not a flaw. when you mention rent stress or art supplies you still need for class, (never with the intention of milking him for money) he listens very intently. a few days later, those things stop being problems. there's an envelope left on your kitchen counter, a new set of brushes delivered to your door. him shrugging it off when you ask.
"you don’t have to worry about that, honey. that’s my job now."
"but i— it's to much money, cho, i shouldn't—" he always shuts you up with a deep kiss.
he comes to the sway bar a lot now, too. he slides onto a stool and waits for you to notice him with a small smile. he's always dressed well and never sloppy. he orders one drink, sometimes only non alcoholic, and stays for hours on end. at the end he tips you like a rich man, which is what he was.
he laughed when you'd try and shove it back at him. he'd lean down and tell you to stop being stubborn.
"i like taking care of you."
it’s not just a suave line, you can tell. he looks so pleased every time you finally accept it.
he drives you straight home after shifts even when it’s late, he says the bus is no place for a girl as cute as you to be that late at night, hell, he even contemplates buying you your own car just to put his mind at ease, then decides it might be just a bit too early in the relationship for that..
every night you don’t have work, he's either taken you out or you're crashing at his place, tonight's no different. you're dressed in one of his oversized paris texas shirts after a few hours of sex, and he's got you sat up in his lap caressing your hips.
dating him feels nice and calm. there's no guessing, absolutely no waiting for texts that never come. he checks in with you without hovering and always tells you where he is. he plans things, actual plans. a museum date because you mentioned a new exhibit in passing, a drive out of the city just to watch the sun drop behind the hills and star gaze without the suffocating light pollution. late night food runs where he lets you talk about nothing and everything while he listens to your every word.
he treats you like you’re worth effort, every single day.
on the couch, he moves around then reaches for the fluffy throw blanket draped over the armrest, pulling it over both of you. he smiles down at you fondly.
"you're so fucking pretty, y'know that?"
"mhm, you only tell me that every day." you smile back, and he laughs, tickling your ribs for the attitude.
you giggle into his chest as you smack the muscle, begging him to stop.
after he's teased you enough, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and smiles into your skin.
"baby." he pulls away and looks you in the eye waiting for you to reply.
"yesss?"
"sukuna's having a birthday party at our frat. i think sigma chi's invited aswell. can you come?" he asks kindly, stroking your head lightly. you nod as soon as he says it, happy to tag along to any function he was going to.
"good. i wanna show you off a little." he announces, slapping your ass half heartedly.
you roll your eyes, but your face is flushed a pretty pink. he laughs, squeezes you once more, then leans back into the couch.
choso has never felt more content than he did right now. he never thought he'd be one for sappy relationships, but for you? god, he'd do this in every lifetime, you were utterly perfect for him.
only thing left is to show everyone else that, too.
~
sukuna’s birthday is exactly what you expect and still somehow more? there's like, literally five beer pong tables lined up in the back yard alone like this was some sorta tournament rather than a birthday bash.
"yeah, he's really into beer pong. it's fitting, i guess." choso laughs
the house infront of you is loud before you can even step inside. sukuna's favourite music flows out the open door, cups are raised and swaying or abandoned on any flat surface. there are, inexplicably, five more beer pong tables set up in different corners of the main living room.
choso’s hand stays firm at your lower back as he guides you inside, the pretty little dress he'd bought you fit exactly how he said it would. it's nice and snug around your ass, and it's short enough to make his eyes widen when you walked out of the bedroom earlier. the expensive designer shoes he'd gotten you still feel new under your feet. you’d protested, of course, told him he didn’t have to do all this, but he told you he wanted to. just like with any other thing he'd gotten you in the past three weeks.
you clock the way a few heads turn as you pass by, and smile to yourself at how good it feels to be on his arm. little did you know, this was his plan all along, to have you looking all sexy and all his as a final fuck you to the guy he knew would be here tonight. choso didn't fight with losers like him, but he could definitely put his money where his mouth was (literally) and show off a little.
“there they are,” gojo’s voice cuts through choso's slightly possessive thoughts.
he’s smiling so wide as he steps up to you two, his freakishly long arms opening wide preparing for your poor boyfriend. choso barely has time to brace before gojo crashes into him, hugging him hard enough to rock them both back a step.
“happy birthday to sukuna, i guess,” gojo says, then pulls back, eyes sliding straight to you.
he looks you over once, it's quick but not rude, then he smiles softly. proud, almost.
“you look really good,” he says, leaning down like he’s about to tell you a secret. his voice gets slightly bashful. “and i’m really glad you finally ended up with someone who treats you right. even if it meant dropping my best friend.”
there’s no judgment in it or awkwardness, just pure honesty.
you laugh quietly and hug him, arms wrapping around his middle. gojo squeezes you back solidly, you're content with his nothing about this changed how much he cares about you.
toji is right behind him with his meaty arms crossed and his eyes observing. he looks choso up and down first, then his sues land on you.
“damn,” he says flatly. “she's a looker.”
choso exhales through his nose a little irritated.
toji smirks, clearly pleased with himself.
“that’s my girlfriend,” choso says calmly. he's good at keeping his emotions in check. plus, it was toji, this idiot wouldn't know any better.
toji pauses, then nods once. “shit, i forget [name]'s the chick you were getting all giddy over. good job." he says, and claps choso on the shoulder before offering his hand. they dap each other up and choso smirks triumphantly.
“c’mon,” choso says, fingers curling around your wrist. “gotta see the birthday boy.”
he guides you through the littered bodies as gojo and toji trail behind you, the beer pong table nearest the back is surrounded by people yelling over a close game. sukuna is there, his pink spiky hair all wet and damp with sweat, roaring with laughter as he cooks shiu and sinks the final cup. (no one thought he was gonna loose, but they all cheer regardless)
you spot suguru at the same time he spots you.
he’s standing just off to the side with nanami and shiu, he spots your arm wrapped around choso's and you swear to god you see his eye physically twitch in distain.
you giggle softly at the sight, and choso pulls you into him tighter, staring the man dead in the eye as he squeezes your waist. what a sexy asshole.
sukuna turns when he hears choso’s coming over, his already large grin spreading wider. “there he i!" he bellows. he always got overly cheery when he was inebriated.
sukuna swallows choso in a big hug and the dark haired boy claps him twice on the back. "god, haven't seen you in ages man! where y'been?" sukuna questions, choso just rubs his neck bashfully and cocks his thumb to point at you. "keeping the missus looked after, y'know how it is."
sukuna's eyes fall onto you and he's surprised. he thinks back to when choso was asking about you that first time and then to when he'd stormed off when he'd told him you were sleeping with suguru. a small proud smile falls over his lips. he always disliked geto anyway, the righteous asshole.
“happy birthday,” choso says. “you're old as hell now.”
“shut up,” sukuna laughs. then drags his attention back to you as you step in for a side hug, very quick and polite. “happy birthday, ryomen." you smile, and he scruffels up your hair fondly.
he glances back at choso, then leans in and mutters, "good pull,” he says quietly. “glad you could wrangle her away.”
choso chuckles, pleased.
you can feel suguru’s stare as shiu and nanami fall back into another game of beer pong without even looking back at the guy. although, it doesn't matter. choso's still making a show of pulling you into him every chance he gets, which you can tell is really ticking suguru off.
sukuna wipes his hands on his jeans as he pulls his attention away from shiu and nanami and back to choso. “you better not of gotten me anything, cho.”
choso just smiles and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small credit card shaped gift wrapped in neat paper. he hands it over casually.
sukuna sighs with half a smile. “you didn’t have get me shit, man.”
“js' open it.”
toji and gojo lean in from their spots either side of you and choso. sukuna peels it open, eyes scanning the card once, then his mouth drops open.
“no fucking way.”
he looks up, stunned. “this is real?”
“mhm. two years,” choso says. “a membership for that fancy gym yer' always whining about.”
sukuna lets out a sound that’s between a laugh and disbelief. “what the actual fuck.”
he pulls choso into another, much tighter hug. “thank you, brother, seriously.”
choso pats his back. “no problem, i love you, remember?” he says, the inside joke making both sukuna and toji chuckle.
then, like it’s nothing, choso reaches back into his pocket and pulls out another card. hands it to toji.
toji freezes. “what’s this.”
“part of his gift,” choso says. “don’t want him training alone.”
toji stares at the card. then at sukuna. then back at choso.
“you’re fucking insane,” gojo says, laughing.
toji exhales a sharp laugh and grips choso’s shoulder. “i appreciate it, man, seriously. holy shit.”
sukuna looks between them, clearly overwhelmed, then clears his throat and tries to play it off. “alright, alright. enough with the heartfelt shit.”
but his grin doesn’t drop one bit.
you watch it all from choso’s side, chest warm in a way that has nothing to do with the noise or the crowd. this is him, he's so generous without making it a big show. loyal without asking for any kind of back credit. he's a solid man in a way that makes everyone around him relax and naturally lean into him.
choso glances down at you and catches you looking.
“you good, honey?" he asks quietly.
you nod, smiling up at him. “yeah. i’m really good.”
his lips curve into the kindest of smiles as he kisses your tenderly on your head, careful to not mess up your makeup.
off to the side, suguru looks away in disgust having witnessed that little interaction.
'read it and weep.' choso thinks to himself.
but he was far from done, one more little display and he'd be satisfied.
so, later on when everyone was a little drinker on the punch shoko had 'accidentally' poured four bottles of vodka in, he has you pressed up against a wall away from the main hustle and bustle, yet up close to where he knew suguru was lounging around.
"cho, people are gonna see!" you squeal, but his hands don’t stop grabbing at the curve of your ass and pushing you harder against the wall.
"good, want them to see." he coos, latching onto your throat and sucking at it softly.
despite your pleas, you were very into this. your boyfriend wasn't always this needy so this show was really doing it for you. you let him claim your throat in bright, blooming hickeys and groaned as he hooked his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue down your throat.
the exchange is heated and passionate, any on looker could tell this was a moment shared between two people who loved eachother deeply, exactly what he was going for.
from behind him, sukuna and toji catch wind of you two and let go of broken cheers, making choso smile into your lips. they both joke about 'not knowing choso has this in him,' which made a few of his other friends add onto the mantra of playful encouragement.
he's living for the way your cheeks heat, the way the attentions making you all hot and bothered. but most of all, he's high off the fact that when he peeks behind him through an open eye, he sees suguru angrily stand from his spot on the couch, and storm outta the house.
mission accomplished.
A/N this is not proofread at all 💔 going back to my roots and writing choso look at me go 🙂↕️ i hope you guys enjoy the lil smau yayy
warmings: overstimulation, nsfw🔞 (yuji is aged up to 20) this is a long one~
“please teach me how to eat pussy!” yuji exclaims, face down, forehead pressed against the floor and kneeling down in front of you as if he’s afraid the question would make you hit him.
you stare at your best friend with his hands pressed together above his head as if he’s praying to a god, that being you.
“uh- yuji, get up.” you chuckle awkwardly, masking annoyance as you gaze around at the many people surrounding the area.
he hesitantly looks up at you and slowly stands with his head down as if he’s an animal trying to make himself small to show submission.
you shake your head at him and sigh. “can you just finish your food so we can go, you idiot?” you gesture at his plate before rubbing a hand down your face. why yuji decided now was the perfect moment to spring such an idea on you? you have no fucking idea. you really should be used to this kind of thing with him
once you guys finally get back to his house, yuji’s natural constant chatter is just as it always is so you figure he was just joking with you earlier. a terrible joke, but still.
and as you sit on the carpeted floor of his room, in front of him with crossed legs, he bows down at you once again.
“please! teach me how to eat pu-”
“-yuji. i heard you earlier.” you interrupt him quickly as you blink down at the back of his head. “get up, why are you on the floor??”
“oh, right.” he nods to himself before sitting up and crossing his legs to match your position sitting before you.
“so you said the next human earth worm movie is out?” you inquire.
he perks up. “yeah! it’s the third one- wait! you didn’t answer me!” he shouts at you accusingly.
your brows furrow a bit at his persistence. “yeah i get it, yuji. ha-ha. very funny.”
his head tilts with utter curiosity and confusion, resembling a golden retriever.
“huh?? i’m not kidding around, y/n. take me seriously!” he whines, stubbornly like a child.
“you’re being serious? are you out of your mind?” you whisper shout back at him, cheeks rapidly heating up and eyes widening as you realize the situation isn’t just a bad joke
“please? you’re the only girl that would teach me!” he whines at you, hand gripping your knee and squeezing it like a child begging for a cookie
“what!? no i- why would you think that i’d-” you stutter, flustered and eyes flickering down at his hand on your knee. yuji’s always been touchy but in this particular situation, it feels terribly wrong
“-because you’re my best friend.” he pouts down at you, attempting to pull on your heart strings
you and yuji had been ‘best friends’ since forever really. you can’t remember him ever not being around and talking your ear off, spinning you around on his back, protecting you from school bullies (his older brother), always pulling a smile from your tear stained face, and really just always being there for you.
your parents and his grandfather have worked together since before you were born and so when they’d work, you and yuji would play. that turned into never leaving eachothers side, to the point that your parents moved you to join his school. all of your teachers even allowed you to sit together in every class because you would both cry and whine if not.
playing as kids turned into hanging out on your own time as young adults and before you knew it, you both got used to each others constant presence that it’s just natural to be together now, not ever going more than a day apart. yes, yuji can be obnoxious but being an only child to busy parents got lonely. his idiocy became welcomed pretty quickly. your friendship only grew when his grandfather passed and sukuna had taken the role of his guardian even though he’s only five years older.
yuji’s never had a filter, much less the ability to read social cues. it’s not completely shocking for him to bring up sexual topics with you but never like this. you can recall when you were ten and he told you that he ‘jerked off’ for the first time and that you just had to try it because it ‘changed his life!’ and then pointed at the space between your legs to explain what he meant. it’s always been shocking to you how easily he’d speak about such topics with a girl. now as an adult, you’re used to not taking him too seriously. but for him to flat out request for you to teach him such a thing, it’s mind boggling.
“best friends don’t do that. just read about it online, i’m sure there’s a lot of information out there.” you dismiss, taking deep breaths in attempt to rid your face of the visible embarrassment all over it.
“no. there’s so many conflicting opinions, y/n!” he complains to you, whiny and stubborn.
you push at his hand gripping your knee and he doesn’t even budge, seemingly not noticing your attempt at getting him to unhand you. “i- i can’t explain it any better than they can, i’ve never even had that done to me before-” you mutter the last part with utter embarrassment, head cocked to the side and avoiding eye contact.
“that’s fine! we can learn together!” he exclaims as if he’s just so intelligent for thinking of that idea.
your eyes snap up at him as your ears and neck join your cheeks in the oven. “w-what? you want to actually do it to me??”
you assumed he meant that he wanted you to explain to him what to do, which is already absurd, but he’s implying that he wants to actually eat you out.
“well, yeah! can i?” he smiles brightly and nods at you.
you gawk at him, your hand, which was trying to pry his off your knee, freezes along with the rest of you, unintentionally squeezing his in shock.
“please?” he urges.
“yuji- i- why do you even want to know how to do that?” you question with utter disbelief.
he hums in thought, “i wanna be good at it! sukuna says its important.”
you rub your hands down your face in attempt to process the situation. “then he can tell you how to do it, l-leave me out of it.”
“he told me to ask you.” he explains, inching closer to you so that your knees are now making contact.
you gulp as you gaze at your knees touching and then at his large hand that glided up your knee and onto your thigh. you aren’t even sure he realizes his hand on you, it’s so natural for him to be touching you in someway. it’s how he shows affection, you’ve always been okay with it. that was, before he asked to eat you out.
“n-no.” you mutter at him with defensive intent, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, strategically covering the area between your thighs. the idea of actually letting yuji do such a thing has only crossed your mind when you’re all alone and the most you’ve ever thought about was kissing him! but even then, you’ve thought about your highschool teacher in that way as well. it’s never serious! and it’s never supposed to be something that’s spoken about. everyone has those thoughts!
not to mention, your mind is racing. what color panties did you put on today? did you shower this morning or was that last night? why does that even matter??
yuji visibly deflates, eyes sinking to gaze down at your fiddling fingers and his hand falling off of your thigh.
“okay, i get it.” and he doesn’t say it in a bitter way, he sounds a bit.. sad?
your fingers stutter in their movement as your mouth opens and closes, trying to think of the right thing to say.
“you get what?” you ask, awkwardly but gently.
“it’d be weird if i did it.” he assumes your thoughts with a shrug.
“uh- well, yeah. kinda.” you mumble back at him.
“would you let sukuna eat you out?” he suddenly questions, curiously.
your eyes widen once again and snap up at him. “h-huh!? no!”
sukuna has always bullied you and yuji and while yuji’s not affected by it in the slightest, you’ve always been sensitive to it. you could never imagine sukuna doing something like that to you, much less allow yourself to be so vulnerable as to open your legs to him.
yuji hums and looks at you curiously which only makes you word vomit in fear of him perceiving your fluster as an indication that you’re lying.
“i’d never let him do that! i’d let you do it before he ever could.” you shake your head with a grimace, eyes locked on your fingers and not even aware of what you just admitted.
a beat of silence is all you need to realize it. and immediately you slap your hands over your face in utter terror. “oh- my god. that’s not what i meant-”
and yuji’s gentle fingers pulling your hands away from your face are what stops you from talking, eyes timidly peeking up at him.
“do you think it feels good?” he suddenly questions out of the blue, tone much more serious than before which causes you to gulp. his fingers sloppily hold onto yours in your lap, never having let go of them when he took them away from your face.
your breathing deepens as tension fills the space between the two of you. “do i think w-what feels good?” you timidly question back, voice soft and almost afraid to speak too loudly.
yuji’s eyes don’t leave yours and he leaves a gentle beat of silence before he speaks, unlike his usual quick chatter. it’s as if he’s allowing a moment of silence for you to sweat.
“a tongue on your pussy. i assume it feels good but obviously i wouldn’t know.” yuji explains without an ounce of hesitancy.
your eyes don’t even flicker down at your skewed combined fingers in your lap, that being the last thing on your mind as you stare into his unrelenting light brown eyes.
you shrug slightly, shoulders twitching mid shrug in bashfulness. the blush on your face has become permanent at this point and yuji can feel the slight shake in your hand.
“have you thought about it before? what that’d feel like?” he asks, calmly but his ears dust red.
“um- i mean- i guess, yeah. everyone has.” you stutter, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you await his next words.
“what would it feel like?” he questions but it sounds more like he’s putting a topic of discussion up in the air, like one of the lectures you get in class. “wet, probably. warm? i don’t know, you’d probably be really hot down there already. a bit rough maybe because of the contrast of how soft your pussy is.”
your lips part, releasing slow, shallow breaths between thick gulps as you blink up at him, your eyebrows twitching ever so slightly. the way he speaks seems to urge your mind to imagine it—to see it, to feel it. and you almost believe you can, as every word feels like it flows into your bloodstream, rushing down to pool in the folds and curves of your most intimate place.
and that’s when you feel the soft pads of his fingers rubbing softly against the backs of yours, you’re not even sure when he started doing that.
“it sounds like you’ve thought about it a lot.” you mutter, softly and so quiet that he can just barely hear you.
his usually wide, doe eyes are now droopy and soft as he gazes down at you. “and you’re saying you don’t want to know how it actually feels?”
“i didn’t say that, i’m human of c-course i do.” you blink at him, brows twitching down as you consider what he means by that. “but you’re my best friend, yuji. it’s- weird.”
“why does it matter who’s tongue it is?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“your best friend can show you how it feels.” his voice deep as he lifts your fingertips toward his face. But before they reach his lips, you gently pull them back, hesitating, softly saying his name in warning. He pauses briefly, unmoving, waiting for you to actually rip your hand away before resuming, guiding your fingers to their intended destination.
You watch your fingers in his grasp, your eyes intent as you gulp in a mix of reluctance and anticipation. He observes you closely, his gaze steady as he slowly extends his tongue, languidly dragging it up the tips of your fingers. he doesn’t miss your soft gasp when his tongue slides against you.
He's right-it's wet, warm, and just a bit rough. It feels as if your fingers are directly linked to your pussy because you could swear you can feel the glide of his tongue against your now throbbing clit and slick folds.
“don’t you trust me?” he inquires before letting your hands rest in your lap once again, not letting go of them for one second.
“of course i do,” you mumble back at him, shyly.
“you know i wouldn’t hurt you.” he smiles, squeezing your fingers briefly.
you nod, tentatively.
“it would feel so good.” he teases you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, head tilted to look into your eyes at your level. “my warm tongue sliding against your cunt.”
the lewd words shock you but more so, they work to arouse you. you feel as if you’re a piece of meat being seasoned for later.
you nod, gently, agreeing that it would likely feel pleasing and his smile grows with your small admittance.
“just let me kiss it.” his tone returns to the previous begging one as you stutter, mouth agape. “over your clothes! then you can decide!”
“you want to.. kiss.. it?” you repeat his words, more to process them than anything.
he hums excitedly with a nod. “i can show you!” and he quickly sits up to crawl over you, forcing you to lean against your palms with wide eyes looking up at his closed ones.
You gasp and blink rapidly as his lips meet yours, delivering a series of pecks and gentle kisses.
he hums into your lips, pushing a particularly long, pressurized kiss to them before separating from them with a smile. you were too shocked to actually return his kisses even if you wanted to.
you’re frozen as he sits back in his previous criss crossed position as if he hadn’t just taken your first kiss with the excuse of demonstrating how he’ll kiss your lower lips.
finally snapping out of your haze when he calls your name, you exhale sharply before touching the tips of your fingers to your flushed lips.
“y-you kissed me!” you exclaim with panic, shock, and utter fluster.
“yeah! that’s what i’ll do to your pussy- over your clothes of course.” he nods quick with a huge smile and thumbs up.
you stare at him as if he’s an exotic animal in a zoo for a bit before shaking your head harshly in attempt to snap yourself out of it. any idea of not crossing that dangerous line with yuji has left the station, he’ll forever be your first kiss and you, his. you’ll forever know the soft pressure of his lips on yours.
once you’re over the initial shock of the kisses, you allow your mind to wonder how that pressure and warmth would feel against your needy areas like he demonstrated.
“over my clothes?” you ask timidly, wavering on the edge of being convinced.
his eyes light up and he nods ferociously.
you take a deep breath and glance at his bedroom door with a gulp.
“don’t worry about him, sukuna is in his room. he can’t hear anything in there.” yuji dismisses your thoughts, seemingly reading your mind. sukuna’s music buzzes softly through the walls because of how loud it’s playing in his room and you know he’s right. you blush even harder at the assumption that you’d be making noise that could possibly be heard.
and really, when you think about it, you were fucked the second he asked you that initial request to teach him, no matter how stubborn you came off as. what twenty year old virgin can really resist their best childhood friend begging to eat them out?
“o-okay.” and the moment you utter the word, yuji’s smile immediately grows and he takes the opportunity to gently urge you down to lie against the floor. “b-but! we- we can’t talk about this happening ever again. what happens in this room, stays here.”
yuji waves you off, basically drooling like a dog as he nudges you down.
“im serious, yuji! this never happened.” you insist as the ceiling comes into view.
your heart rate sky rockets when you feel him maneuvering your legs to rest on his shoulders.
“okay, whatever you say!” yuji agrees and you’re not completely sure he can even hear you but honestly thats a problem for the future you who’s not horny enough to let their best friend use their tongue on them.
you sit up on your elbows to supervise what he’s doing with quickened breath and shaky hands.
he’s lying on his stomach, holding your thighs gently in place as he observes the covered area of your pussy.
he takes a long, deep sniff of the area and you gasp in surprise. “don’t do that!” you basically whine, not because it makes you insecure, but because you can physically feel arousal leak out of you to add to the wetness already soaking through your panties. he wants to smell you, taste you.
“so addictive, wow.” he mutters to himself, amazed at how just one whiff of your pheromones makes his jaw clench, forcing him to battle every instinct to tear your clothes off and truly discover your taste pallet.
and before you can even say anything, his lips are on your sweatpants, starting with an experimental peck you can hardly feel and then another one with more force right below your clit, pulling a gasp from you.
his eyes snap up at you excitedly at the sound he was rewarded with, his figurative tail wagging. “right there? i can’t really tell where everything is with these on.” he gestures towards your sweatpants and you gulp. he seems completely content and even ecstatic to be doing this at all, over thick pants or not.
“that’s my- uh- right under my c-clit.” you stutter, embarrassment bursting at the seams just uttering the lewd word to your friend.
“oh, clit is good right?” he asks curiously.
you nod slowly with a gulp. “that’s where it feels the best. kind of like- your tip i guess.” you clear your throat awkwardly, briefly divert your gaze, and then quickly return your eyes to his face, eager to watch his next move.
“ahh, i see!” he smiles, excited that he understands your anatomy to an extent. “so here?”
he presses a hard kiss to where he thinks your clit is but he’s still off, lips pressing into the area above your clit now. nonetheless, that area is still sensitive, pulling a breathy whimper from you. he’s unintentionally teasing you and your patience is slowly breaking with every kiss
you curse under your breath as eyes clench in conflict, briefly.
“what’s wrong?”yuji asks, worriedly before you shake your head at him.
“nothing, it’s just- it’ll be easier if i take these off,” you gesture towards the thick sweatpants, “you know, to teach you better.” you explain, quickly.
“right, right, to teach me!” yuji nods eagerly, helping you to pull them off by yanking them down your legs and barely getting them off of your feet. they pool around your left calf, showing how impatient the two of you virgins are.
only when he returns to position, arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and his face inches away from your thinly covered pussy, do you start to feel self-conscious. the frantic, desperate speed with which you both tore away the barrier between your panty clad pussy and his mouth is almost comical compared to how much the pace slows when he returns to his position.
he blinks at your nearly transparent, soaked cotton panties, observing how the wet fabric clings to the curve of your throbbing nub and exposes the shape of your lips, leading to what he assumes is your entrance.
“it’s really wet? is that okay? did i do something wrong or is this normal or?” yuji questions, curiously and a bit worried as he watches your nub twitch.
“sh-shut up,” you mutter at him, lying back to cover your face in shame. you assume he’s teasing you for being this wet already and all because of your obnoxious best friend.
“c’mon! you said you’d teach me,” he whines, dragging out your name obnoxiously.
you groan and reposition to prop up on your elbows once again to look down at him.
“fine just- don’t- laugh.” you threaten him with briefly squinted eyes.
he hums in impatient agreement, he’s barely able to take his eyes off of your pussy to look you in the eyes.
you take a deep breath. “i’m wet because i’m aroused.” you admit timidly and clearly embarrassed considering the way you mumble the word ‘aroused’
his eyes now have no problem leaving your sweet spot to look into your eyes with wonder. “i- i’m arousing you?”
you close your eyes briefly in embarrassment before opening them and nodding softly with gently knitted brows. “kinda.”
it takes everything within you not to facepalm. ‘kinda’? you’re soaked through your underwear and still leaking. ‘kinda’ is laughable.
a smile graces his lips in pride before returning his attention to your lower lips. “clit?” he voices before pressing a sweet kiss to your throbbing nub. the pressure of his soft lips is much more vivid now that your thick bottoms are out of the way.
“f-fuck” you grit out in a tone yuji’s never heard from you as your hips jolt up to subconsciously chase the feeling of his lips.
“yeah?” he asks, obviously happy with his affect on you.
you nod, helplessly as a darker wet spot rapidly forms where your entrance starts.
once he gets confirmation of where to focus on, he closes his eyes and begins to gently kiss your clit with no talking breaks between. each touch of his lips causes a whimper or gasp as you cling to the carpet. he firmly holds your thighs in place as you twitch and shiver with heightened sensitivity
“does that feel good?” he asks, hopeful.
you hum but it comes out as a moan, “you’re doing good.”
he seems to love your praise because he nibbles on the fat of your inner thigh in appreciation before continuing to kiss your pretty clit.
after only a few moments of gentle stimulation, he starts to lay open- mouthed kisses on you. the first time his tongue brushes against your clit is the first time you let out a real, loud, desperate moan.
yuji just can’t help but groan, the taste of your sweet liquid mixed with the sound of your beautiful noises is just too much. the vibration of his groan shoots through your nerves and your back arches with a gasp.
“w-woah, that’s wow.” you babble, unintelligibly.
yuji is delighted that you didn't mind him using his tongue; after all, it's part of kissing, right? its not as if he’s going against his promise to simply kiss you over your clothes. you even seemed to enjoy it. he knew you would.
with that, yuji sets aside his gentle kisses and moves directly to playful licks and curious strokes of his tongue against you. immediately, to his happy surprise, you release your grip on the carpet and instead clutch his pink hair tightly as you whine. your panties may as well not even be there, practically drenched from your arousal and his wet tongue, it clings to your pulsing labia. he can almost feel the contours of your folds against his tongue.
“‘s good?” yuji mumbles between licks, glancing up at your adorable flushed face that conveys so obviously that you’re feeling good.
“mhm! yes.” you mutter back at him, desperate to make him keep going
it’s laughable that your panties are the barrier you need to feel better about this, as if the thin fabric even matters when you’re this wet. at this point, he’s eating you out. panties or not, if someone were to walk in right now, they’d see yuji’s face shoved between your legs as you twitch and jolt in utter pleasure, pornographic sounds coming from your mouth and squelching pussy that you, nor yuji has ever heard come from you before.
he realizes pretty quickly that you favor when he lays his tongue flat and licks your nub from side to side, your sweet sounds get louder and you grip his hair so much harder. so he focuses on that, making sure to use that as his main attack. his mindset is the same as when he’s playing one of his video games
“y-you’re a liar!” you shout at him between gasps and guttural hums.
yuji whines into your pussy, unwilling to pull away to even ask what you mean.
“this is not- ngh!- not your first time!” you pull his hair harshly, desperate to feel his tongue deeper, closer, anything you can get.
your unintentional praise makes him whimper against you. the feeling of his fingers yanking on the straps of your white cotton underwear pulls you out of your deep trance of euphoria, allowing you to push on his forehead with a groan. his lower face glistens with your slick and he looks at you with a deep pout as you push him away from your sweetness, worried that he’s done something wrong.
“y-you didn’t cum, right? i’m not done, why are you pushing me-”
you shake your head with a whimper, “you’re pulling on my panties.” you gesture down at his hands gripping your straps.
he tilts his head with confusion. “so? i can’t take them off?”
you blink down at him and swallow hard.
“that’s- you said over my clothes.” you huff out, clearly out of breath and not completely unaware of the ridiculousness of your refusal.
it doesn’t take much to persuade you— a single kiss to your clit is all it takes before you’re both clumsily tugging your panties down your legs, hands colliding in your haste.
“off, fucking off.” yuji mutters, almost angrily at your clothing when they apparently don’t come off as quickly as he’d prefer.
“it doesn’t matter if you do it directly, right? i mean that doesn’t mean you’re actually eating me out—we’re just showing eachother how it feels. i’m sure a lot of friends do this.” you mutter through heavy breaths as you wrestle your panties down with him.
“right, yeah. whatever.” yuji dismisses, uncaring of whatever explanation you need to tell yourself to allow this
your breath comes out in heavy, desperate gasps, mingling with yuji’s as he takes control, swiftly yanking off your sweatpants and underwear, tossing them somewhere in his room to be quickly forgotten.
yuji immediately pushes your thighs apart with prying eyes, taking in the sight of your bare, slick cunt.
you whine as you attempt to close your legs when he stares for too long but it’s no use, yuji’s strength is terrifying. even the arousal isn’t enough to ignore the embarrassment of being observed so closely in such an intimate area. it doesn’t help that it’s your best friend doing the observing.
the noise that comes from yuji is primal, a deep throaty groan that only turns into a desperate ‘fuck’ when your chasm clenches around nothing in response to his groan.
“h-hurry, please yuji” you plead, whiny and clearly desperate but he fucking loves it.
he exhales deeply, licking his lips before absolutely ravishing you, his wet muscle abusing the poor nub you told him to focus on.
but direct contact is aggressive, so you squeal in sensitivity and push on his face once again until he’s whining and asking what’s wrong.
“too much! s’ too much.” you mumble in broken words, breathing deeply in relief that the stimulus has halted.
“i’m doing it wrong?” he asks, innocently.
“no yu’, my clit is just- sensitive, you’re going to fast.” you coo at him, instinctively rubbing the top of his head affectionately.
“slower?” he hums, curiously and you nod breathlessly.
he follows your direction, using his tongue to toy with your sensitive clit as slowly as he can.
and fuck he’s glad he listened to you because you start grinding your pussy against his tongue desperately, chanting his name like a prayer.
“that’s so- fucking good. you’re so good, yuji. you were r-right. it’s wet and and warm. a little -ngh- rough but it’s perfect. perfect.” you babble incoherently as he languidly kitten licks your little nub
yuji whimpers into you happily, rutting his aching cock into the ground as to chase any kind of friction he can
“you’re so yummy, so tasty. it’s sweet but not like candy, like nothing i’ve ever had before.” he mumbles against you, using his tongue between every few words.
his words seem to only add to your pleasure tenfold because you can feel a pressure building in your abdomen, similar to an orgasm you’ve experienced all alone but not nearly this intense.
you gasp loudly, “i’m- fuck, yuji you’re making me- i’m cumming”
yuji enthusiastically starts picking up his pace, flicking his tongue against your clit harshly and shaking his head side to side as he glides his tongue over you.
you squeak and push at his head. “no, yuji, wait-”
and he sadly unlatches from your pretty pussy and looks up at you, your fluid dripping down his chin. “i’m sorry, what’d i do?”
“you went too fast again, it’s okay it still feels good. it’s just not what was making me cum. when i say close to cumming, just continue what you’re doing. okay?” you teach him, embarrassment not even in the room anymore and instead replaced with shameless euphoria.
he nods shyly, “sorry, i just get so excited when you say you’re gonna cum”
“dont apologize. do you know how good you’re making me feel yuji? ive never felt so good. ever. even alone.” you admit and that seems to cheer him up, enticing him to lay his tongue flat against your nub
your eyes roll back, hissing slowly in pleasure as he ever so slowly licks you up and down, using the soft bottom of his tongue and the more rough top to stimulate you beautifully.
“yeah, that’s- mhm- keep doing that.” you coo at him, petting his hair and every now and then pulling at it
“cum, please, i wanna taste it.” yuji begs as he makes out with your cunt, not only focusing on your clit but your folds too which only allows for that feeling to begin to build once again.
“there! yuji! keep doing that. i’m so close.” you whine at him, eyes clenching shut and mouth dropping open.
your toes curl and you’re finally pushed over the edge, your vision tips white and it feels like your orgasm lasts minutes. and yuji’s such a good friend, helping you ride it out by continuing to caress your little bundle of nerves gently just like he now knows you like.
and as your body twitches harshly in after shock, yuji begins to make out with your clit like he loves it, as if he’s grateful to it for allowing him to stimulate it to release, rotating between using his tongue and his lips. you hiss and babble his name loudly in overstimulation.
“yuji, i came. no more— please!” you beg helplessly as you push against his forehead.
“again.” he muffles into your clit, only causing a sharp edge of stimulus to your nerves that makes you jolt.
“no! off off-” you command, sharply as you push against his face with both hands.
he whines the whole way but he does allow you to push him off.
“girls can cum more than once at a time! i read it— let me?”
“do you- actually like doing this that much?” you ask in disbelief, to your knowledge, most men think of this as a chore. some even refusing to do it. but yuji’s treating you like his favorite meal.
he nods furiously. “you taste so good, and you’re so soft and warm. i love when you twitch against my tongue, and jesus your noises are my favorite. i wanna keep going, please. one more?”
you whine and shake your head but yuji’s already back to work, experimentally slithering his tongue around your folds until he finds your entrance and then he shoves it deep into you. it’s obvious he’s inexperienced and just in love with your cunt, in too much of a haze to have seen your head shake with refusal.
you gasp loudly in equal parts pain and pleasure as you grip his hair with both hands. “no more! i’m so sensitive.” you plead him, an overstimulated tear falling from your eye as he explores your pulsing walls.
it seems as though he can’t even hear you until you shout that it hurts, then it’s as if a flip went off, immediately pulling his tongue out of your pussy and sitting up to check you.
you sigh shakily in relief as he crawls over you to caress your cheek. “i hurt you? are you okay? i’m so sorry. fuck.”
you shake your head weakly and gently nuzzle against his palm in relaxation. “it’s okay, it was just a lot at the end. but it- that felt really good before, you did really good,” you breathe out.
he smiles happily at you and licks his lips, trying to lick up the surrounding area of his lips as well to collect all of your slick in the same silly way you’ve seen when there was leftover food on his face.
he quickly yanks his sweatpants down, leaving him in his boxers and helps you into them to cover you, assuming you’re likely uncomfortable having your lower body uncovered on his bedroom floor.
he gently plops down to lie beside you in the way you always do but this time it’s completely different. the act of what just happened hangs in the now humid air.
the large tent in his boxers is impossible to ignore. “uh- you’re um- you’re hard.”
yuji blushes a bit and waves you off. “don’t worry about it, it’ll go away eventually— once i forget your taste i assume.”
you nod briefly and blush harshly.
“so how come i read girls can cum more than once but you couldn’t?” he wonders with curiosity.
you hum and clear your throat, “well, that was my first time being- uh- eaten out so i guess im just not used to the feeling yet?”
he hums with intrigue. “will you get used to it?”
a beat of silence ensues as you blink at the ceiling. “that’s um.. i don’t know. depends if i keep having orgasms like that, i guess?”
“i see.” he hums. you swear you can hear the wheels in his head turning.
“you’re really pretty down there.” yuji compliments you casually causing your cheeks to stay hot, momentarily throne off balance by his ambush of a comment.
“o-oh, thank you.” you gulp, thanking him nervously as you press your thighs together.
“i didn’t know they could look like that. kind of like a flower with petals. tasty petals with nectar on them.” he speaks his thoughts out loud with ease.
you should have assumed he’d act this way, this is who yuji is. and you’re his best friend, he wants to share all of his thoughts with you, even when it’s about your pussy that he had his tongue on and in just moments ago.
“a lot of guys say they don’t like giving head.” you snicker at him.
he gasps. “really? no that can’t be true.”
you shake your head and chuckle at him a bit.
then, it’s silent as you listen to the buzz of sukuna’s music still thankfully playing from his room.
“what- um- time is it?” you inquire with a clearing of your throat.
yuji immediately responds, but his voice cracks, only adding to the already awkward vibe. “think it’s been like twenty minutes.”
you gulp. “oh.”
“are we supposed to like, do something right now?” yuji voices, both of you too afraid to even look at one another.
“um like what?”
yuji shrugs to himself and gently but awkwardly slides an arm under your back and pulls you to lie on your side with your head against his chest. “like— this?”
you blink rapidly and freeze. “c-cuddle?”
he chuckles nervously and gently caresses your shoulder with the arm wrapped around you. “i guess, aftercare or something?”
you snort. “i think that’s reserved for couples, yuji.”
“oh. right, my bad.” he chuckles once again and pats your shoulder so awkwardly that you sit up with haste.
“i- uh- should go.” you mutter, eyes already searching the floor for your own sweatpants and panties.
he immediately sits up. “no! you were gonna sleep over. stay.”
you gulp and peek at him beside you. “okay, but we both need to shower.” the idea that your fluids are all over his face still is haunting you, not to mention the wet mark on the collar of his shirt.
yuji nods and laughs awkwardly. “you hungry?”
and right on cue, your stomach growls angrily.
and as you eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, sitting on the counter as yuji leans against the opposite one, sukuna waltzes in and takes a water from the fridge.
he eyes the two of you as he gulps down his water, noticing the unusual silence between the two of you and the way you look guilty, as if you’ve done something bad.
sukuna snickers loudly. “actually gave in to the little runt, huh? cant say i didnt see that one coming.”
and your face burns up, remembering the fact that yuji told you sukuna was the one who told him to ask you to teach him in the first place.
yuji simply continues to eat his sandwich, unphased and just happy to be eating.
“shut up, sukuna.” you grumble, too familiar with his teasing.
“aww come on~ i’m not judging. no virgin can resist the temptation of head.” he smirks at you, leaning against the fridge.
you immediately grip your sandwich tighter than before as you avoid eye contact. he’s completely right, that’s exactly what happened.
yuji smiles to himself as he eats, blissfully repeating your words of praise over and over in his head. he’s barely even hearing your conversation with his older brother and not because he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, because he does. he just doesn’t care if sukuna teases you. you came on his tongue, that’s all that really matters.
“didn’t think you had it in you, kid.” sukuna praises the naive boy with a harsh punch to the shoulder. “what’d she taste like?”
you gasp and shove your face deep into your hands, thighs pressing together harshly in attempt to hide as much as possible.
“like savory candy! sweet but not sweet?i can’t pin point it exactly yet.” yuji explains unhurried and casually before taking a bite out of his sandwich.
sukuna laughs in his naturally creepy way before eyeing you up and down, smirking when he catches the sight of yuji’s sweatpants on you.
“you’re such a creep.” you mutter, arms crossing over your body, protectively.
sukuna ignores you, leaning over yuji as he wraps an arm around his shoulders. “what’s she look like under there? she shave?”
your eyes widen and you throw your sandwich at him in irritation but he easily ducks without even looking at you as he awaits yuji’s answer.
“now that i think about it, yeah she does.” yuji shrugs, brows furrowing in confusion when you send him a death glare.
sukuna laughs at you, “so cute. i bet she’s nice and wet in those sweatpants now too.”
you groan, irritated and rub a hand down your face in frustration.
sukuna walks up to you and leans into your ear, “little idiot make you cum, sweet girl? you teach him how?”
you shiver with wide eyes and a gulp before composing yourself and shoving him away with a roll to your eyes.
“hey— of course i did!” yuji exclaims, proudly and you simply sigh at yuji’s ignorance.
“you kids have fun,” sukuna chuckles and walks out nonchalantly and you don’t miss the fact that his music is turned off for the rest of the night.
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Summary: the second part to coffee shops and sleeves
“I can’t believe you’re six now! You’re such a big girl!” your mum exclaimed, playing with your hair.
“Will I get art on my arm, like you mummy?” you asked, staring up at her, “you said you were six-years-old.”
“Of course you will! Soon,” she smiled.
And sure enough it came soon. You awoke the next morning, your arm covered. It had notepads and microphones as well as small pastries and cakes weaved in between trees. Underneath, the words you cursed for the rest of your life were written.
‘Until we meet, I am unable to be happy. Until you fall in love with me, I am unable to laugh.’
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“I hate it, I cannot take it!” Changbin exclaimed, walking into the shop and falling onto the sofa underneath the window.
“Calm down edge lord,” Chan said from his work station, “what is it?”
Julia was sat on the long chair, Chan sat next to her on the stool, sketching things.
“I have a secret but none of you– and I mean none! Can tell anyone, okay?” Changbin sighed, sitting up and looking from Chan, to Julia, to Jisung.
The three nodded, now intrigued.
“Y/N’s my soulmate,” Changbin sighed, burying in his face in his hands.
When no one spoke, he looked up, Chan and Julia’s eyebrows were both raised, Jisung’s mouth hung open.
“Changbin, th-that’s amazing!” Jisung exclaimed.
“No, no it’s not!” Changbin groaned, laying back down, “she doesn’t know.”
“Then tell her!” Julia exclaimed.
“It’s not that easy,” Changbin sighed, “she’s not in love with me. I saw her tattoo today, it’s still there.”
“And yours isn’t?” Chan asked.
Changbin shook his head, taking off his jacket so everyone could see the dainty name in between the other patterns.
Jisung sighed, nodding as he came and crouched beside his older friend, “it’s gonna be okay Changbin, there’s ways around this.”
“Jisung, do you know what my soulmate connection is?” Changbin sighed, sitting up.
“Being emo?” Chan asked.
Changbin glared at the boy as Julia began to laugh.
“It’s that,” Changbin sighed, motioning to the laughing girl, “I can’t laugh until she falls in love with me. And you two were right, until I met her, I was unable to be happy.”
“But now she’s got purpose in everything she does,” Chan said.
“And sees beauty in the world,” Jisung finished.
“I just want to laugh,” Changbin breathed, the tears that had been in his eyes since he left your house, now pouring out.
Jisung sighed, sitting next to him and rubbing his back comfortingly, “I know, bro, I know.”
“I just want to laugh, Jisung,” Changbin cried, “I want to laugh so badly.”
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“Good day!” Felix smiled, skipping into the shop and throwing his bag into the back room, putting on his apron.
You giggled, “good morning Felix. Don’t forget it’s Saturday.”
“I did not, and I even got our little friends some gifts!” Felix exclaimed, going for his bag and laying out the small plushies on the counter.
You laughed, shaking your head, “you do realise they’re the same age as us, right?”
Felix shrugged, turning to door as the bell rang, “hello!”
Changbin smiled, giving a small wave as your breath caught in your throat. Why was he back? Wasn’t he wary of you? Now he knew the truth. Now he knew how sadness radiated from you.
“Hey,” Changbin said, “can I get an iced vanilla latte.”
Felix nodded, “of course. That’ll be £3.00.”
Changbin handed him the money and waved at you. You hadn’t realised you had been staring, beginning to blush, you wave back.
Felix laughed, looking at you as he went to make Changbin’s latte.
“You alright?” Changbin smiled, “I finished the design and was thinking we could do the first round of your tattoo tomorrow morning? Or are you busy?”
“We—“
“No, Sunday’s are quiet and I’m working,” Felix said, “she’s free.”
You nudged the smirking boy, chuckling, “okay, tomorrow then?”
“Nice, how about 10am?” Changbin asked, taking his latte from Felix.
You nodded, “see you then Bin.”
“I’ll text you, okay?” Changbin smiled, waving as he walked out.
Your flopped against the counter when he was out of sight, Felix running his hands through your hair, “what’s that about?”
Your heart felt as though it was about to burst out your chest as you looked where Changbin had just left from, sighing, “I have no idea.”
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“Hello Y/N!” Jisung smiled, “here for Changbin?”
You nodded, looking around the shop, “yeah, but I’m a bit early, sorry.”
Changbin came out from a room at the back of the store, “oh, Y/N. You’re here!”
You smiled, waving as he beckoned you over. You waddled over, making Changbin smile.
As you sat on the chair, you watched Changbin organise everything, intrigued.
“You alright?” Changbin asked, glancing up at you.
You blushed, nodding, “I’ve never got a tattoo before.”
Changbin nodded, shrugging, “it’s fine, you can trust me.”
You smiled, “don’t worry, I do.”
Changbin looked up at you so the two of you made eye contact. It was kind of awkward and made you blush until your cheeks were so hot you had to look away. But you enjoyed it. It was so unexpected and so unlike you.
“Do you wanna see the design?” Changbin asked, reaching for his notebook.
“No, I want a blind tattoo,” you said, before laughing at Changbin’s confused face, “I’m joking! Show me!”
Changbin smiled, shaking his head as he opened his notebook. He turned to a page with the heading ‘Y/N’.
It was simple, but it was one of the most beautiful designs you’d laid your eyes upon. So much so, your breath caught in your throat.
“Changbin, i-it’s perfect!” you chuckled, looking at it in awe.
“So you’re ready for me to do it now?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes! Oh my god, I’m so excited,” you laughed, Changbin smiling at your excitement.
“Okay, I’m gonna need your arm then,” Changbin said as you eagerly gave him the arm that wasn’t covered with a soulmate tattoo.
He put on some gloves and cleansed your arm before stenciling on the design.
“I don’t have any other clients today,” Changbin said, extreme concentration still on his face, “so it doesn’t matter if this falls behind.”
You nodded, humming, “cool.”
Changbin smiled, glancing up at you before looking back down to his work, “so… what do you think your soulmate’s like?”
“Honestly?” you said, sighing, “I’ve got no idea. Because the me from a couple weeks ago, is not the me you know today. Hey, it’s been since I’ve met you!”
You laughed while Changbin just smiled politely, nodding.
Your laughter died down as you stared at Changbin. His face was long, but it suited him. His eyes thin and his nose long and straight. His black hair fell over his face, but not enough for it to interfer with his vision. His arm muscles showed as he worked, tensing and untensing.
Oh god.
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“How much is that?” you asked, getting your purse out your bag.
Changbin waved his hand, dressing and wrapping up your arm, “nothing. It’s on me.”
“Wh-what?! No! Changbin I can—“
“I was the one who told you to get a tattoo,” Changbin said, shrugging, “if I then asked you to pay, I’m sure that’d be some kind of illegal.”
You smiled, pulling Changbin into a hug, “thank you Bin.”
Changbin returned the offer and the two of you stayed like that for slightly longer then planned, becoming lost in Changbin’s scent, Changbin becoming lost in yours.
“Bye then,” you breathed, pulling away and hopping off the bed.
You walked to the door, Changbin waving slightly, “Y/N?”
You turned around.
“I hope you know, whoever they are, your soulmate doesn’t deserve you,” he said, still waving.
You furrowed your eyebrows, laughing and walking out the shop.
You reached your apartment building, running up to your apartment and running straight to bed.
Your arm was still sensitive as you leaned over to touch it, but the memory was more painful. Why were you feeling this way about Changbin?!
You’d known he was attractive since the moment you met him, so why was it affecting you now? Something, though you weren’t sure what, had planted this idea that Changbin was the one you needed inside of your head.
But maybe he was.
You sighed, turning over and closing your eyes, too tired to take your clothes or make-up off.
Your phone pinged and you sighed once again, reaching for it.
3 new message(s)
Binnie🖤 - hope you like the tattoo x
Binnie🖤 - i’m sorry for what i said about your soulmate
Binnie🖤 - i just dont think i’m worthy
What?
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You woke up to your alarm, groaning you smacked it off and rolled over. Your arm felt like it was on fire as you’d been sleeping on it all night.
You sighed and sat up, slowly making your way to the bathroom where you looked at yourself in the mirror. You peeled off the hoodie you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours and could have fainted then and there.
The swirl of colours that once filled up your arm was now gone, replaced with one word.
Changbin
“No, no, no, no, no! Changbin!” you exclaimed, scrambling out the bathroom and pulling on a new hoodie.
The texts made sense now. The questions and the extra days spend with you. His sadness and his inability to laugh. It all made sense.
“Changbin!” you shouted, breathless as you reached the tattoo parlor.
“You must be Y/N! Changbin’s not here right now,” Julia smiled, “the boys are coming in a bit though, so I can take a message?”
“No,” you cried, “I need to see Changbin now.”
“Okay, I can give you his address?” Julia offered.
You nodded eagerly as Julia scribbled down a postcode on the back of one of 3RACHA’s business card.
“Thank you,” you breathed, typing the postcode into your phone and running to your new destination.
People were giving you weird look, some swearing after you, but you didn’t care. As soon as you reached Changbin’s, you ran up the steps and knocked on the door.
A tired looking Jisung opened the door, “Y/N?”
“Jisung, where’s Changbin?!” you cried, “please, please dear—“
“He said he was going to your house,” Jisung said, “don’t tell me—“
“Bye Jisung!” you shouted, running back down the steps and in the direction of your original destination.
You never knew anything could make you this determined. You were never the sportiest kid at school and you certainly were never a fan of running, yet here you were. Sprinting down the same high street several times in hopes of finding one boy who you’d probably bump into at some point today anyway.
“Y/N!” someone shouted, but you didn’t care, you just kept running, “Y/N, stop!”
You hit something– or rather, someone, making you fall backwards.
The person laughed, it was sweet and sounded like every teenage boy’s laugh, but more special.
“Cha-Changbin?” you asked, checking you were right.
Changbin laughed, and you thought you could nearly cry, flinging yourself against his chest, rapping your arms tightly around him as though he was going to disappear any second.
“Changbin, you’re so worthy, if anything? I’m not worthy! I made your life a misery and I—“
“Y/N,” Changbin chuckled, “did you choose that? No. And it’s not like your life was any happier.”
You began to cry, burying your face in his shoulder.
“Stop crying,” Changbin chuckled, “this is suppose to be happy, remember?”
“How long have you known?” you asked, sniffling.
“A few days,” Changbin shrugged.
“And you didn’t tell me?!” you exclaimed, pulling away and hitting his arm.
“Y/N, you weren’t in love with me until last night,” Changbin laughed, “and now look! I can’t stop laughing!”
He was right, since the moment you’d seen him, he was grinning or laughing in some form. You realised how much this meant to him.
“You’re my soulmate, Y/N, and I can’t be more thankful to have found you,” Changbin smiled.
“Changbin,” you breathed, beginning to sob again as Changbin held you tighter, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too Y/N,” Changbin chuckled, “my happy princess.”
Summary: in which sadness surrounded your life until you met a boy named Changbin
“Mummy, what is it?” Changbin asked in distress, lifting his arm up so his mother could see clearly.
His mum gasped, “that’s your soulmate, Changbin!”
“I don’t like it! Mummy, I hate it!” Changbin shouted, rubbing his skin raw.
The tattoo was multi-coloured, the small drawings of plants and portraits of the sky taking up the whole of his lower arm and Changbin couldn’t hate it more. Words were written along the bottom in a deep black, the only thing interesting about the whole tattoo.
‘Until we meet, I will be unable to see the purpose of anything. Until you fall in love with me, I will be unable to see the beauty in the world’
“Hello,” you said, putting on a fake smile and bowing as another customer stumbled in from the windy day outside.
He smiled, walking up to the display of cakes and pastries, glancing along.
“Can I have a raspberry muffin?” he asked, his voice raspy and his hair messy atop his head.
“Of course!” you said as happily as you could, getting the muffin out the case, “anything else for you today?”
He looked at the board above you, “and an iced americano please.”
You nodded, handing him the muffin as he handed you the money, “your americano will be ready in a second.”
He smiled, “thank you.”
You sighed as you turned around, gathering everything you needed and beginning to make the coffee.
“Good morning Y/N,” Felix smiled, tapping either of your shoulders as he went into the back room and pulled his apron on.
“Morning,” you grumbled.
“Oh– Jisung! What are you doing here?” Felix smiled, seeing the boy picking at his raspberry muffin behind the counter.
“Felix? I didn’t realise you had a job!” Jisung exclaimed, smiling at the sight of his apparent friend.
Felix shrugged, “gotta get that bread, plus this is Y/N’s place, gotta help out a lonely girl.”
You rolled your eyes, finishing up the americano for the boy (who you recently learned is named Jisung) and handed it to him.
Jisung nodded, looking at you, “I haven’t seen you before, are you from around here?”
You nodded, completely unhappy to be talking to yet another person today, “yep. Born and raised.”
“She doesn’t leave her house,” Felix chuckled, nudging you.
Jisung nodded, furrowing his eyebrows as he continued to look at you, as though he was trying to read you, “hey, Y/N, have you met your soulmate?”
Before you could answer, Felix lifted up the sleeve of your hoodie, showing off the tattoo that covered your entire lower arm.
“That’s incredible!” Jisung exclaimed, studying the multi coloured swirls around your arm.
The drawings were of many things: some of cakes and pastries, some of microphones and lyric sheets. Across the bottom, the words ‘Until we meet, I will be unable to be happy. Until you fall in love with me, I will be unable to laugh’ were written.
You snarled at Felix, pulling your arm away before Jisung had chance to read the words.
He chuckled, “me and my friends are having a party this Friday night. We’re inviting everyone we know in hopes someone will meet their soulmate.”
“That’s stupid,” you scoffed, “why do you assume that you’re the key to people meeting their soulmate?”
“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled, watching as the smiling boy walked out your shop.
“There she goes again,” Felix muttered, going and cleaning the coffee machine as you began to snarl at him again.
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“I’m not going Felix,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Come on Y/N! You were invited by Jisung himself! J.One! Everyone else is coming by word of mouth!” Felix exclaimed.
“And?” you said, shrugging, “tell him I apologise but your royal highness will not grace them with her presence this evening.”
“I expect this dress to be on and for you to be outside my door in half an hour,” Felix said, throwing the newly bought dress on your bed and walking to the door.
“Felix!” you whined, watching him go, “Felix!”
But he was gone.
You sighed, rolling onto your back and staring at the ceiling for a while, before looking at the dress he’d bought. You felt bad seeing the price tag, but you couldn’t go. You didn’t even know Jisung! He was just a boy that had come into your coffee shop and nicknamed you ‘bean’.
You sighed, standing up and looking in the mirror as you put the dress against your body. It was sleeveless, the perfect chance to see your tattoo.
“Absolutely not,” you muttered, pulling your work clothes off and pulling your pyjamas on.
Half an hour later, you were eating cookie dough while watching sky castle and laying in bed while Felix banged viciously on your door.
“Y/N, hurry up! You were suppose to be doing this to me! Not the other way round!” Felix shouted.
You groaned, getting out of bed and stumbling to the door, opening it to see an agrivated Felix turning even angrier at the sight of you.
“What are you doing?!” Felix shouted.
“You can’t go to a party looking like that, Bean,” Jisung sighed.
“Really?! You got Jisung round?! Guys, I’m not going,” you exclaimed, shutting the door in their faces.
“Fine! But expect some visitors later!” Jisung shouted before you heard footsteps, and no more sounds after that.
You sighed, the ominous comment confusing you, but you chose to ignore it as you went back to bed.
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“Y/N!” Jisung shouted, the banging on your door second loudest to your voice.
You sighed, getting out of bed and walking to your door, opening it to reveal Jisung and two other men men, both covered in tattoos.
“Good day,” Jisung greeted you, walking into your apartment, “hey, have you got any food, Bean? I’m starving!”
“Why? No food at your party?” you scoffed, watching him walk into your kitchen and open the fridge.
“No, there’s tons,” Jisung said before turning around to look at you, “but we left just for you!”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “go back Jisung, and your friends, or would you really prefer to spend your night with a miserable 20-year-old girl?”
“Well, I have my reasons, so I’m staying here,” Jisung said, coming back to the front door having attained some oreos, “this is Chan and this is Changbin, guys this is Y/N.”
You nodded at them, “how do you know them anyway, Ji?”
“Oh, they’re my best friends,” Jisung explained, to which the tallest of the two boys at the door muttered ‘debateable’, “we run a tattoo parlor together.”
“Ohh, explains that,” you said, motioning to their arms.
Chan laughed, nodding. Changbin meerly smiled and nodded.
“Alright then, come in,” you said, confused in yourself, what was the point of them coming over?! But, then again, why ask yourself that?
“Why didn’t you come?” Jisung asked, watching as you went into the kitchen to get them all drinks and snacks.
You sighed, shrugging, “I didn’t see the point.”
“Oh, have you found your soulmate?” Chan asked, he was sat next to Jisung and Changbin was sat on the floor.
You chuckled, “nope. Still stuck with this ugly tattoo. You?”
Chan nodded, getting up and walking to you, “here, in between the others? Julia.”
“Julia?” you repeated, “where did the rest of your tattoo go?”
“It disappears when you fall in love,” Chan explained, “much to the dismay of me and Changbin here.”
“Why?” you chuckled, pouring four drinks out.
“We’ve spent our whole lives in the tattoo industry, just trying to find ways to cover our tattoos,” Chan explained.
“Then Chan goes and finds his, so I have to recruit Jisung,” Changbin finished.
“Have you got tattoos, Jisung?” you asked.
The younger boy nodded, pulling up his long sleeve t-shirt’s sleeves. On one side was his soulmate tattoo, on the other several cartoons.
You nodded, looking at them as you came over and put the snacks down.
“What does yours say?” Jisung asked, “mine says that they’ll never be able to swim in the sea till we meet and they won’t be able to swim at all until we fall in love. But look! The entire thing’s water! I feel so sorry for them.”
“What does the water have to do with it?” you asked, watching him as he looked at his tattoo sorrowfully.
“The drawings are to do with your soulmates interests,” Jisung explained, “so yours is someone who likes cakes and music! But what does it say?”
“Oh, just something stupid,” you laughed nervously, pulling your sleeves down so they were over your hands.
“No, what does it say?! Soulmate tattoos interest me so much!” Jisung exclaimed, reaching for your arm.
You pulled your arm back as quickly as you could, slapping Changbin’s face in the process.
“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, jumping up, “are you okay?”
Changbin tilted his head back, blood spilling from his nose, “yeah, I think I’ll be—“
“Come on,” you said, taking his arm and pulling him up, leading the way to the bathroom, “Changbin, I’m so sorry.”
Changbin smiled, “it’s fine! Honestly, Y/N.”
You got as much tissue as you could, holding it to his nose, “ah, I don’t know what to do, I’ve never had a nose bleed before.”
Changbin smiled, shaking his head as he held the tissues to his nose until he thought the bleeding stopped (which it had). But you kept tissues in your pocket, just in case.
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“Hel– Changbin? Oh hey,” you smiled, seeing Changbin walk into your bakery.
“Hey Y/N,” Changbin smiled nonchalantly, walking up to the counter, “Jisung was right.”
“Huh?” you asked, scrunching your face up.
“Jisung told me this was your coffee shop, and he was right,” Changbin explained.
“Oh, okay,” you nodded, “so what can I get you today?”
“Um, what do you recommend?” Changbin asked, smiling at you.
It was shocking. The overall visual of the boy, and things Felix had told you, had led you to believe that Changbin was one of the grumpiest people alive, never smiling and never joining in with anything. But here he was, smiling at you while stood in your coffee shop.
“Well, this is inspired by my soulmate,” you said, motioning to the chocolate pastry at the bottom of the window, “I’ve got drawings of them all up my arm.”
Changbin smiled, “okay then, and can I have a black coffee?”
There it was, the classic ‘I-drink-coffee-the-same-colour-as-my-soul’.
“And I’ll have a vanilla frappicino please,” Changbin said, smiling, “I can’t drink coffee.”
Oh.
You smiled, “that’ll be £9.16.”
Changbin handed you the money as you quickly laughed, this boy was full of surprises.
“Hey,” you spoke, so unusually full of confidence, “have you found your soulmate?”
Changbin sighed, shaking his head, “Chan and Jisung throw those parties for me. They’d never say that out loud but I know they do.”
You nodded, “but Jisung has—“
“I know,” Changbin said, “but he’s so fascinated by other peoples to have time to find his own.”
You chuckled, “he seems to be that way with a lot of things.”
Changbin nodded, “he is.”
You handed him his order and he thanked you, going to sit in the darkest corner of the coffee shop and pulling out a notepad, starting to sketch.
“Good morning to you!” Felix exclaimed, skipping in.
You smiled, laughing at your overly-happy friend, “good morning Felix.”
“Oh?” Felix asked, stepping back, “what happened here?”
“I don’t know,” you laughed, “everything just seems to make so much sense now!”
Felix furrowed his eyebrows, pointing at you, “who are you and what have you done with Y/N?”
You laughed, swatting his hand away, “I’m Y/N, you fool!”
Felix gasped, “maybe you met your soulmate! And now you realise how beautiful and purposeful the world is! Look outside, the sun’s shining! The birds are chirp—“
“And they are giving me a headache,” you finished, “I may be fine now, but the world is still ugly and against me.”
“And she’s back,” Felix said, walking into the back room to get his apron, “I missed you.”
You rolled your eyes, “shut up Lix.”
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“Hey,” you spoke, gaining Changbin’s attention again, “want another refill?”
Changbin looked at his empty coffee cup before nodding, “yes please.”
You walked over and collected his cup, refilling it with a latte (he needed something ‘stronger’) before handing it back over to him.
“You alright?” you asked, glancing at the concentrated boy.
You looked up at you in confusion, “yeah, I’m fine.”
“No, no, it’s just that you’ve been sat here all day,” you said, “I was just wondering if—“
“No, no, I’m fine,” Changbin smiled, “the shop’s closed today and I was going to do this at home but this place is just so relaxing, I lost track of time.”
You nodded, “well, it’s okay with me. I’ve got to do some baking for tomorrow.”
“Oh my god, are you closed?!” Changbin exclaimed, looking around.
You chuckled, nodding, “Changbin it’s fine, as I said, stay until I’ve finished baking, you seem to be pretty busy anyway.”
Changbin sighed, nodding, “hey, this may seem really weird but, um, could I watch you? You know, baking?”
You chuckled, “sure, follow me.”
Changbin smiled, picking up his notebook and latte and fitting his pencil behind his ear as he followed you to the kitchen, sitting himself on a chair with access to one of the work benches.
“Do only you and Felix work here?” he asked.
“Full time, yeah, Felix says he’s doing it so he can inherit the shop,” you chuckled, getting out the ingredients, “we’ve got two part timers though: Jeongin and Seungmin. Jeongin’s a teenager and Seungmin’s a college student.”
Changbin nodded, “but this place is yours?”
You nodded, “yep. My parents left me a load of money to do whatever I want, and I bought this.”
Changbin smiled, “but, why?”
“My soulmate, whoever they are, they like cakes and pastries,” you chuckled.
Changbin smiled, nodding, “I got into tattoos due to my tattoo as well.”
“Really? Did you like the design?” you asked, glancing over at him as you began to weigh everything out.
“No,” Changbin said, “I hated it. I used to sharpie over it, but it would always come off, I needed something more permanent.”
“Do you not agree with soulmates?” you asked, confused.
“I mean, I’d like to find mine,” Changbin sighed, “but that’s only because of our connection.”
You chuckled, “me too. I thought these were suppose to be happy.”
“Is yours not?” Changbin asked, going back to his drawing.
You hummed, “not at all.”
“Neither,” Changbin said, “I just wish they’re happy, wherever they are.”
You nodded, “true.”
The room fell into silence besides slight tunes the two of you slightly hummed, before the smell of freshly baked goodies was pouring out the oven.
You never realised being with someone could feel this comforting. You never really thought about it having any purpose, spending time with others. But it was in that room that you understood. You finally knew.
“How long will they take?” Changbin asked, glancing up.
“25 minutes, but now probably about 5,” you said, wiping the side, “have you finished?”
“Mostly,” Changbin said, standing up and stretching, his tummy becoming exposed from under his black t-shirt, “want to look?”
You turned around, nodding eagerly as Changbin picked up his notebook and walked towards you.
He held it open, flicking throw the pages of designs. They all had headings, things like ‘nature’, ‘animals’, ‘skulls’.
“Changbin, you’re amazing!” you exclaimed, looking through the pages in amazement at the drawings.
Changbin blushed, “Chan’s better bu—“
“I won’t believe it till I see it,” you said, turning to face the boy.
It was only then you realised how close you were to him. You were close to touching, Changbin’s face near yours and your hand was on top of his, holding the notebook.
You chuckled, taking a step back, “sorry, that was—“
“No, no,” Changbin said, also taking a step back, “it’s fine, I just—“
The timer began to beep, making you jump, but Changbin just smiled. Odd, you thought, most people would have burst out laughing, but then again, Changbin wasn’t like most people.
You reached down, getting all the bakes out the oven and letting them cool as you chose some music, blasting it throughout your small coffee shop and dancing around.
Changbin made no noise, but you could feel his eyes watching you.
“Y/N,” Changbin said, smiling as you looked back at him, eyebrows raised, “do you want a tattoo?”
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“I really cannot choose,” you said, flicking through your friend’s notebook for the hundreth time in the past two weeks, “why is this so hard?!”
Changbin just smiled, shrugging as he looked through himself, “what do you want? Nature?”
“Yes, 100%,” you said, nodding.
“I thought the world was ugly and against you,” Changbin teased.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “I guess I used to feel that way.”
You paused, thinking over the past week when you’ve stopped to smell flowers on the way to work and began to water the plants at the coffee shop. Sometimes, you lay down outside and look up at the sky, taking in the natural beauty.
This isn’t you.
“But I find it all so beautiful now,” you chuckled, “the flowers and the sky and the green grass and the—“
“I get it, I get it,” Changbin said, smiling, “so, what is the most beautiful?”
“Daisies,” you said, “or just flowers in general?”
“And where do you want it?” Changbin asked, turning to a new page and getting his pencil.
“On my forearm,” you nodded, “but that would look a bit weird, wouldn’t it? Such a big tattoo on this arm and a tiny one on this one.”
“Well let me look at your soulmate tattoo,” Changbin said, offering his hand.
You paused, but rolled up your sleeve, giving him your arm. Changbin’s heart dropped.
For the past week, the boy in front of you (despite the 24 degree weather) had been wearing hoodies and jackets, not wanting anyone to see his arm. Underneath the tattoos that Chan had filled his arm with, was no longer portraits of the sky and trees, and flowers, it only said one thing: Y/N.
He had fallen in love with you so quickly, he hadn’t known what had happened, but it all made sense to him when he noticed the swirls of colours gone. Your suddenly positive attitude was confusing everyone but Changbin, but he knew he couldn’t tell you.
You weren’t in love with him.
“Until we meet, I will be unable to be happy. Until you fall in love with me, I will be unable to laugh,” Changbin read, “unable to laugh?”
You nodded sadly, “it’s so… shit! I’m causing so much unhappiness in this poor person’s life and I don’t even know who it is!”
Changbin nodded, tears threatening to spill as he grabbed his bag, shoving everything into it before pulling you into a hug as he usually did.
“I-I just remembered something, I have to go,” Changbin lied, rushing to your front door, “I’ll finish your tattoo! I-I promise!”
“Wait! Changbin!” you called, but the door slammed shut before you could say anything else.
