synopsis : you kept your head down, kept your mouth shut, tried to act like nothing was wrong. but it was. and when they found out.. yeah. let’s just say... no one's laying a hand on you again.
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The past few days had been hell.
You’d never really hated college before. But now, the thought of walking onto that campus made your stomach twist. And it wasn’t even because of classes or exams or bad grades. It was them.
It had started when you spoke up.
Your friend had been crying in the bathroom, shaking and barely able to speak. She told you everything, how this guy kept showing up near her department, watching her, following her home, brushing too close when no one was around. She was terrified. So you did what any decent person would. You told someone. A faculty member.
And for a few days, it actually worked.
The guy stopped coming around. Your friend smiled again. There was finally peace.
Then it started again. Only this time… the victim wasn’t her.
You noticed them the first time in the canteen. Three guys. Older, probably seniors. Not in your year, that you know. Not in your department, either. You didn’t know their names, but they knew yours. Could tell by the way they looked at you. Like they already had plans.
At first, you convinced yourself it was a coincidence. And that you were just being paranoid.
But the next day, they were there again.
Library. Canteen. Washroom corridor.
Every time you left a class, one of them was lurking just far enough not to cause a scene, but close enough to see you notice.
They didn’t touch you. Didn’t say anything either. Didn’t need to. Their eyes did enough damage. Undressing you, studying you, daring you to look away.
You never walked alone after that.
You made sure a friend was with you everywhere. You kept your head down. Told yourself it was fine. They weren’t going to do anything, anyways. Just scare you, maybe. You could handle it.
You thought about telling them.
But you knew what Toji would do. Didn't wanna make Nanami and Suguru worry. And Satoru? He’d make a scene. A loud and violent, public scene. You didn’t want that. You can handle it. You definitely can handle it.
God. How wrong you were.
***
You didn’t think much of it, honestly.
The friend who usually walked with you to the bus stop had left early. It was just a short walk. That too in broad daylight. The bus stop was usually crowded by this time. What could even happen? It’s fine, you told yourself.
But the second you turned the corner near the empty alleyway, someone grabbed you. A rough arm clamped tight around your neck, yanking you backward. Your feet stumbled over the pavement, heart slamming against your ribs, a hand over your mouth before you could scream.
“Don’t make a fuckin' sound,” someone hissed into your ear, breath hot and sour against your skin.
You froze in place. There were three of them. They had the same eyes, same smirks and the same stench of control.
One of them laughed low. “You’ve got some guts, girl. Telling on us like that.”
Another chuckled beside him. “What, thought they’d kick us out or something?”
The third stepped in front of you, his face was too close, breath hitting your cheek. “We didn’t even fuck with you, yeah? So why the fuck are you meddling?”
You tried to shake your head, lips trembling against the pressure of his palm. But their eyes were already roaming, scanning your body, undressing you with a look that made bile rise in your throat.
Then the first one’s gaze dipped lower, right into your cleavage, his lips curling into a sick grin. “Hm… anyway, you’re a better snack than her.” He let out a slow whistle. “P-please… let me go…”
“Oh? Now you’re talking?” he mocked, looking down at you.
Another boy leaned in, tone dripping with arrogance. “So, what’s the deal with you, huh? Saw a few guys dropping you off and picking you up lately. Didn’t look like... family.”
You tried to keep your voice steady. “M-my… my roommates.”
The boy grinned, very much delighted. “Oh? Did you hear that?”
He turned to the second guy, smacking his chest. “She’s "casually" living with some guys.”
The second boy snorted. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Oh yeah. I’m thinking what you’re thinking,” the other replied, voice low and eager.
The third boy stepped closer, his face cruel and grinning. “So… how is it... do you get paid for whoring for them? Or is it just for the rent, slut?”
Your stomach turned at his words. “Mind your words!!”
“Oh?” one of them cooed, lips curling. “Little slut’s gettin angry, yeah?”
“Mind if we join sometime?” another chimed in, eyes filled with hunger. “We got cash too.”
He stepped closer, his hands coming up to boldly cupping and squeezing your breasts. “Damn… would you look at that,” he muttered to the others. “No wonder they keep you like a fucktoy… shit.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, silently praying it would end quickly. You wanted to raise your arms, shove him away, and run for your dear life, but your body refused to obey. Your hands stayed frozen at your sides, nails digging painfully into your palms from the sheer force of your own grip. “St… stop. Let me go...”
He ignores you completely, “You can take a few more cocks, right? I mean—” his voice trailed off as his hand slid lower, trailing down your body until it reached your crotch.
“I said stop, you fuckers!”
With a surge of desperate strength, you shoved him hard. His body slammed into the opposite wall before he fell to the ground.
SLAP.
Hot pain bloomed across your cheek. Your head snapped to the side, vision blurring from the impact. Your knees buckled, and the arm around your neck tightened.
They laughed at you. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. Their face was blank. Not even a hint of guilt, not a flicker of shame, just amusement at your pain.
“This is your last warning, babe,” one of them sneered at you. “Don’t fuck with us again. And tell your little friend to pick up my calls, yeah?”
Then his hand cupped your face rough, fingers digging into your skin and before you could flinch, he leaned in, pressing a harsh, unwanted kiss to your neck. He inhaled your scent staying there for a bit.
“Mmm… that’s for remembering me when you go home to whore around.”
Then they shoved you against the alley wall like trash. Their laughter echoed behind you as they walked off. Loud and victorious.
You stood there in silence, the air around you thick and suffocating. A deep chill had settled into your bones, leaving you cold and numb, as if you can't escape from the horror of what had just happened. Your legs trembled beneath you, unsteady and weak, while your heart hammered relentlessly against your ribs. The sting on your cheek burned hot where his hand had struck you, the skin pulsing with heat that only deepened the shame twisting inside.
You had no sense of how long you remained frozen in that spot. But eventually, you forced yourself to move. You stumbled toward the bus stop, keeping your head low, arms wrapped around yourself. No one noticed. No one asked.
Just you… and the heavy weight of what just happened.
By the time you reached the apartment, your hands were shaking. You stared at the keypad for a second before fumbling in the code, fingers barely doing what you wanted them to.
It was quiet. No one was home yet. The lights were off, and the silence only made the fear louder.
You didn’t even care to change. Just walked straight to your room and collapsed onto your bed. The blanket felt too cold and too warm at once. Your body curled in tight.
And then you started crying. Small, broken sobs muffled into your pillow, the kind that left your throat raw and your soul wrung out. Eventually, sleep took you. Not because you felt better, but because your body gave up.
The knocking pulled you from sleep.
“Y/n… baby? still sleeping?”
Suguru’s voice, unmistakably. You blinked, blearily glancing at your phone. 7:04 PM.
Shit.
They were all home by now. You sat up slowly, body still heavy and the ache in your cheek had dulled, but you didn’t have to check the mirror to know the bruise was there.
Still… you looked. Great.
The faint imprint of his palm bloomed across your cheek. It wasn't dark yet, but obvious enough. You pulled your collar to check your neck. Luckily, it looked fine, there were no bruises.
“I’m gonna shower,” you called out. “Be out in a bit.”
Suguru hummed his acknowledgment from behind the door and left.
You stepped into the shower and let the water run hot. By the time you came out, the mark was still there. Your fingers hovered over your makeup pouch. You already knew what would happen if they saw.
So you did what you could. Little bit of concealer and powder. Something light but just enough. Just enough to cover the truth.
You stared at yourself in the mirror for a second longer, forcing your expression to settle into something neutral. Then you walked out to the living room.
The TV was playing some music. Satoru was sprawled on the couch, arms wide open the second he saw you.
“Bunnnyyyyyy!” he beamed. “You slept like a log! I missed you! Come ‘ere!”
You felt something soften inside you for the first time all day. Without thinking, you ran to him, crawling into his lap and curling into his chest. His arms locked around you tight, his scent wrapping around your shoulders like a blanket.
“Awww, did you miss me too, bunny?” he cooed, peppering kisses all over your face. “Sooo cute.”
You smiled small and tired.
Then Toji’s voice cut through the room. “Yo. Why the fuck are you wearing makeup at home?”
You hesitated just long enough to rack your brain for the best excuse you could think of. “Uhmm… I didn’t… It’s from morning.”
He narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "Then why's your hair wet? Didn’t you just shower? And your makeup’s still on?”
You didn’t respond to that.
“Lie better, baby.”
“What's going on?” Geto asked from the other end of the couch, his voice was calm, but there was a bite under it.
“No… nothing,” you said, waving it off too fast.
Toji scoffed. “Tch. Come on, just tell us. What you hiding?”
“It's nothing. Really. Let’s just watch TV.”
Gojo tilted your chin gently, studying your face. “But your eyes… they’re red. Bunny, did you cry?”
“Me? No…” you forced a small laugh. “I just slept a lot. Maybe that’s why.”
“Hmm…” Gojo hummed, unconvinced, but he didn’t push you any further.
But Toji definitely did. “You done joking, or gonna tell us what the fuck’s going on?”
“I’m just tired, Toji,” you said, voice a little too thin. “I need some water.”
Before anyone else could speak, you pushed yourself off Satoru’s lap and headed to the kitchen.
Nanami was in the kitchen, quietly stirring something on the stove when you walked in. The smell of dinner spread softly through the space.
He glanced at you briefly, then turned off the burner, reaching for a glass. Without a word, he handed you water and kissed your temple. “You look… tired, baby. Something happened?”
You shook your head quickly. “No… nothing, Nanamin. I swear.”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at you with those calm and steady eyes. The kind of look that meant no bullshit will be tolerated here. And for some reason… that broke you. Your chest crumpled and the tears came hard ugly, messy and unstoppable.
Nanami froze, startled at the sight before him.
“Hey—hey, sweetheart…” he whispered, setting the glass down to pull you into his arms. “What’s wrong? Don’t cry, love… please.”
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, sobbing into his shirt, tears soaking the fabric near his heart. He held you with both hands, stroking your hair gently, letting you fall apart in the safety of his embrace.
“Please,” he murmured, his voice low and pained. “Tell me what’s bothering you, baby. I can’t know otherwise, right, love?”
You couldn’t answer. Just more tears. Your entire body shaking with it.
Nanami exhaled through his nose. “Alright,” he whispered. “Come on—you’ll tire yourself out. Let’s wash your face.”
He guided you to the sink, running the tap, cupping water in his hands to gently splash your cheeks, then wiping it with a towel.
And that’s when he saw it.
His movements stopped completely. The warm touch left your skin, the silence thickening in the air.
“Y/n,” he said in a strange voice. “What’s this?”
Panic seized your chest. You instinctively tried to turn, to run away from him, but the moment you spun around, you collided into a wall of muscle at the kitchen doorway.
Toji's hand caught your wrist tight. “Yo. Where you running off—”
The rest of his sentence never came. His gaze caught on your face and then dropped to the bruise Nanami had so carelessly exposed.
“The fuck is that on your face, Y/n?”
The question came out far louder than he meant it to, sharp enough to fill the entire apartment. Gojo and Geto came rushing in from the living room at full speed, faces alert, instantly reacting to Toji’s tone.
“What happened?” Gojo called out, voice laced with panic. “What's going on?”
“Is she hurt?” Geto's voice cut in.
Your heart dropped straight into your stomach.
Fuck.
No more hiding it now. It was too late.
“Mind telling us what the fuck is wrong, Y/n?” Toji’s voice was sharp and boiling over, all fire.
“Toji,” Nanami said sternly, “Don’t. She’s already scared, poor thing.”
Toji’s jaw visibly clenched. “I fuckin' asked her a million times. And she didn’t fuckin’ tell me.” His hand was still holding your wrist, his grip on you tighter than ever.
“I understand,” Nanami said, steady and commanding. “Just shut up for now and let her speak.”
“Come on, baby,” Geto murmured from behind you. “Who hurt you?”
You looked up at him. His voice was soft, but his face unreadable and still.
Gojo hadn’t said a word yet. But when you glanced over… His fists were clenched white. Knuckles bone-tight. His face was blank, eyes sharp and glassy, staring holes into the wall like he was barely holding himself together.
You swallowed hard, preparing yourself. And then you spoke. The words came out broken, cracked between hiccuped sobs, voice barely more than a whisper. You told them everything. About them. About what happened. About what they did. Then… you told them about today.
Your voice was shaking while you continued. “They… threatened me..… t-touched me, and they hit me, and said…” you swallowed the bile rising in your throat. “S-said horrible… things.…about me living here.....”
You looked down, eyes burning like hell, the tears dripping freely. “I didn’t… know what to do. I w-was scared. I didn’t want you to be mad. I—I’m sorry…”
For a long moment, the apartment was silent, just the sound of your breathing, sharp and broken.
Then Toji let go of your wrist, his hands curling into fists at his sides, shoulders tensed like a beast about to lunge.
“Where.” His voice was low, trembling with restraint. “Where are those fuckers.”
Nanami stepped beside you instantly, arm wrapping around your shoulders, holding you with the calmness of someone barely containing his own fury. He kissed your temple again. “You did nothing wrong, love. You were brave.”
You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the way his jaw clenched like stone. His expression stayed unreadable, but his eyes had turned cold.
“Give me names,” he said.
Geto was the quietest. He pulled you toward him gently, cradling your face. His thumb brushed over the fading concealer on your cheek, exposing the bruise beneath. His eyes didn’t blink. “They touched you?”
You nodded, barely.
He exhaled through his nose. “I see.” And just like that, he turned to them. “Gonna need a few addresses.”
Satoru didn’t speak for a long time. He walked up to you slowly, like he was in a trance, then dropped to his knees in front of you. Hands reaching up to cradle your thighs, your hips, his forehead resting against your stomach. You could feel how his shoulders were shaking.
When he finally looked up, his voice was hoarse. “I let this happen.”
“No—no, Toruu, you didn’t—”
“I let this happen,” he repeated, eyes shining but sharp. “I wasn’t there.... I wasn't fuckin' there to protect you...”
You could see how his breathing getting heavier, his grin gone. His gaze had that strange glint you’d only seen once, and it had scared even Toji.
“They’re dead,” he said. “They’re fuckin' dead.”
“Do you know something about them, love?” Nanami’s voice was quiet. Careful.
“I… I don’t know much,” you mumbled, wiping your face with trembling fingers. “They’re seniors… and… I think they live in the college dorms. I’m not sure.”
Geto moved closer, bending down just slightly in front of you to face you. “How do they look?”
“One of them had bleached hair. Really tall. He’s got an ear piercing.” Your hand instinctively reached up, fingers brushing over your sore cheek. “He’s the one who…”
You didn’t even finish the sentence.
Toji’s voice snapped across the air like a whip. “Why the hell would you keep something like this to yourself?”
His tone wasn’t just angry. It was hurt, like your silence had punched him in the gut.
“Toji, That’s not— I was just… please understand—”
“What else, huh?” he growled, stepping forward, fury rolling off him in waves. “Think I’m a scaredy cat to slice some boys up? trust me… I’ve done more than that.”
“Toji,” Geto interrupted, calm but sharp, “let’s not scare her.”
But before either of them could say more, Satoru suddenly stood like something had snapped inside him. He didn’t say anything. Walked straight to the counter, snatched the car keys, and tossed them at Toji.
“Toji,” he said with a flat voice. “Take the car.”
Toji caught it midair with a dark grin. “Finally.”
Then he was gone, slipping out the door with a low curse under his breath. Gojo followed right behind him, not even sparing a word, his steps too calm to be safe. Nanami reached upto you and gently pulled your head into his chest again.
Geto stood there for another second, watching the two of them disappear out of his sight.
Nanami finally looked up at him. “Go with them,” he said flatly. “Or those two are gonna end up in a fuckin' jail cell.”
Geto let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “...Yeah. Yeah, alright.”
Without another word, he headed for the door. Then it clicked shut behind him. Leaving just you and Nanami.
The apartment suddenly felt a whole lot quieter, and your knees buckled a little from exhaustion.
Nanami sat with you on the couch, pulling you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin. His fingers found your hair, gentle and slow, stroking through the strands like a lullaby.
“It’s okay, love,” he murmured. “You’re safe now. They’re not gonna hurt you again.”
You sniffled again, hands gripping his shirt, your face still warm from crying.
“Just breathe,” he whispered softly in your ear. “I’ve got you.”
And you did.
***
Somewhere amidst the warmth of Nanami’s hand in your hair, you must’ve fallen asleep again. When you stirred awake, the apartment was dark and quiet. The low flicker of the TV still on. Your eyes blinked open slowly, and you shifted slightly.
Satoru was curled up at your feet, arms wrapped around your calves, face buried in the hem of your blanket.
“T—toru?” you whispered, voice still a little hoarse.
He stirred instantly, blinking up at you, eyes puffy with sleep. And… there was a bandage across his nose.
Your stomach dropped in an instant. “D-did they… did they hit you?”
“Not them, bunny,” he grumbled, groaning as he sat up and glared across the room. “This was Toji fuckin’ Fushiguro.”
Your head snapped up. “What?”
Toji, sprawled across the other end of the couch, let out a dismissive scoff. “Oii, ain't like I meant to hit him,” he grunted. “Should've kept his ass outta my swing.”
“Fuck you, Toji,” Gojo shot back.
“Guys…” you said, voice a little too weak. “What did you all do?”
Geto who was leaning lazily on the armrest, gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine, baby. We took care of it, okay?”
He stood, walking over to you and brushing your hair from your face. “Take a day off tomorrow. I’ll stay with you. Keep you company, alright?”
Gojo immediately perked up. “What?! I’m staying home too! I wanna be with bunny!”
Toji rolled his eyes at him. “Stop using her as an excuse to skip work, you lazy ass.”
“Ahh, look who’s talking,” Gojo said, stretching his arms dramatically.
Gojo pouted softly, then turned to you, blinking up with wide, shimmering eyes. “Bunnnny… can I sleep with you tonight? Just wanna make sure you’re okay. Please? please? please? pretty please?”
You smiled for the first time in what felt like forever and then gave him a small nod.
Gojo lit up immediately, the worry melting off his face as he shuffled closer and wrapped both arms around your waist, practically clinging to you while you leaned into him without a second thought.
You didn't go to college the next day.
Or the one after that.
By the time the weekend came and went, you finally convinced yourself it was okay to go back.
Even then, your hands wouldn't stop trembling as you walked through the campus gates on monday morning. You caught yourself glancing over your shoulder every few minutes. Every unfamiliar voice made your chest tighten. Every group of people had you looking twice.
But... Nothing.
No one waiting outside your lecture hall. No eyes following you through the canteen. No footsteps behind you in the library. Not even a glimpse of them.
You almost started believing it was over.... until that evening.
You were leaving campus, bag slung over your shoulder, phone in hand. The sky was pink and fading into purple.
And then he appeared. The tall one. With the piercings bleached hair.
He was standing a few steps away from the college gate. The moment you noticed him, you stopped. His head stayed lowered the entire time, like he couldn't even bring himself to meet your eyes.
He looked... awful.
One arm hung in a sling. His lip was split. One eye was swollen nearly shut, purple bruises blooming across what little skin you could still see.
“S-sorry...” he swallowed hard, still refusing to look up.
“W-won't do it again,” he stammered. “I swear... j-just... please... tell them... tell them I said sorry.”
Silence stretched between the two of you. You didn't answer him. After a long moment, you gave the smallest nod before turning around and walking away.
Somehow... your steps felt just a little lighter this time. Now your heart wasn’t racing with fear anymore. It was steady.
Because you knew you were safe. Because you had them.
summary: after 13 years together and 10 years of marriage - whilst cleaning your attic, your two children find your old camera with your wedding tapes on it, along with a special honeymoon tape for the end...
"mommy, whats this?" yuji, your 4 year old asks, holding up an old dusty camera your recognize almost immediately. you gasp, crawling over, "babe! it's our honeymoon camera!" you say, taking it from yuji after pressing a kiss to his cheek for his good finding.
your 3 year old, nobara perks up and crawls over next to you, "camewa??" she babbles, reaching over to see.
nanami glances up, a small smile pulling on the corners of his mouth as he walks up, kneeling and ruffling yuji's hair. nobara crawls into his lap, "oh, I remember that camera.." yuji crawls up your lap, glancing onto the screen as it shows it's low battery sign. "it's our old camera, it has all our videos from when me and daddy got married..." you say sweetly.
frowning at the fact that it's dead, you rummage through the box and miraculously find the charger that goes with it. "hah!" you say, taking the cord and running down stairs to plug the camera in. nanami chuckles at your enthusiasm, glancing back down at yuji, who is now playing with the dusty toys he found in the box. "don't touch those. they're dirty." nanami says, taking the toy. yuji whines loudly, "I don't wanna hear it. do you wanna get sick?" he responds, earning a pout from yuji.
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after a bunch of nagging and whining, yuji and nobara convince you to watch the videos inside. you hook up the card into your tv, sitting down together on the floor to watch it...
the footage crackles to life, showing a down angle of... shoko?
shoko lifts up the camera quickly, a smile on her face with a cigarette in her mouth. "aha! I turned it on!" she smirks, flipping the camera to show you; only 22 and so pretty. you were hunched over on a stand in the dressing room, wearing your wedding gown. you and nanami remember it perfectly - a perfect strapless corset covered with white flower, and the skirt was almost covered in rhinestones and diamonds.
you look up at the camera, a shy look and blush on your face. your hair was done in a beautiful low bun with a side part, your makeup done to perfection thanks to mei-mei.
"look at how pretty the bride is! are you ready?" shoko squeals, squishing your cheeks together in the camera view. you swat her hand away, looking the other direction with a flush on your face. "shoko.... yes I'm ready." you murmur.
mei mei comes into view behind you, fixing a clip in your hair as shoko yaps about something to the camera. utahime sits in the corner, picking up her flip phone. "you guys got 5 minutes, hurry it up." she says.
the video ends, and it's just some more photos of you, and a big group photo of everyone who helped; utahime, shoko, mei-mei, and geto (even though geto didn't help at all)
the next video is shoko running down a ball with the camera in her hands. she peeks into the lens, "y/n and nanamis future kids, now it's time to see your guy's annoying daddy on his wedding day." she giggles before coming to a halt, handing geto the camera who runs back into a room on the other side of the building.
kento is sitting in a chair, in a crisp suit with his hair styled nice. theres a slight smile on his face. satoru is all up on him, wrapping his arms around nanami and crying. "I can't believe my best friend is getting married! to y/n of all people! agh, this is so random and cute!"
nanami grumbles, pushing satoru off him. geto puts the camera in his face, while nanami play fights with satoru. "anything you wanna say to the camera? or to your future kids?" geto suggests, shoving satoru away behind the camera. nanami stays silent for a moment then speaks, "I want you guys to know... that you're really lucky to have a mom like y/n, and that I love all of you very much... even if you're not here yet." geto let's out a soft 'awh'.
you and nanami both look away from the tv and at each other, smiling softly before redirecting your attention back to the tv.
the videos end there, theres a couple photos of nanami, satoru, geto, and yaga.
past there, theres one video of your vows at the altar.
yaga stand before you both, reading from a page while you and nanami stare into each others eyes, holding each others hands.
"with the privilege and the honor invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife... you may now kiss the bride."
you can hear shoko screaming and jumping behind the camera, and you and nanami slam your lips onto each others. his hands come around you, lifting you up without care of the giant skirt in the way.
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the final videos in the card contain all of you sitting in a gazebo, eating food and all crying together. you're still wearing your dress, sitting on your knees with your head on nanami's shoulder.
the camera zooms into satoru crying in the corner like a baby, "seriously? it's been like 2 hours, whats so emotional about this?" shoko asks, her mouth full with strawberries. "it's just so beautiful! they're so cute together, I just wanna smother them both!!!" he whines, beginning to cry even more.
you roll your eyes, chuckling before the lens is back on you and nanami. "hey... it's the kiss cam... the kiss cam..." shoko says suggestively, wiggling the camera. you and nanami share a look, then kiss on the lips.
everyone starts whooping and wolf whistling, someone -probably satoru- even yelling to put a little bit of tongue.
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the video ends, and there's only about 3 more photos; all of you gathered in a circle and smiling, and one where nanami is carrying you bridal style. you look horrified in the picture, probably because he had just picked you up.
seeing it, you giggle, "ha! look at my face!" you look at nanami. he smiles, "what, did you think I would ever drop you?" you shrug, scrolling one more photo.
you're greeted with the sight of nanami placing the camera down on the nightstand in your hotel room after the ceremony, his shirt is slightly unbuttoned and you're sitting on the bed, looking up at him with a look of nervousness and desire. you immediately recognize what the tape was and shut it off. "alright, I think that's it. let's get ready for bed, yeah?"
yuji pouts but gets up when you pat his back. nobara follows him. once they're away, you meet nanami's eyes, silently making sure you're on the same page (you guys are definitely watching it later)
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once the kids are asleep, you guys sit down in the same spot and turn on the tape. as seen before, nanami places the camera on the nightstand, letting you come into frame. you're sitting on the edge of the bed, your hair down from your earlier style. he turns around, hands reaching out to lift you onto your feet. he starts unbuttoning his shirt as you struggle to take off your corset. he chuckles, spinning you around to help you out of it.
once it's untied, he let's it pool at your feet. he freezes once he sees you're wearing a blue set of lingerie under your dress. his jaw almost drops, his hand reaching for the camera to show your skimpy outfit. "now who did this...?" he asks. you blush, looking up at nanami and not the camera. "mei-mei and shoko..." he laughs, "of course they did. in my favorite color too?" you nod up at him. "do a little spin for me." he whispers. despite your shyness, you do as he asks, standing up and spinning on your feet.
the camera lowers for a moment, then there's a squeal. he focuses back on you where you're now in the middle of the bed, legs spread with your arm over your mouth. he crawls onto you, hooking a finger under your lace where your pussy rests, he pushes it to the side and shows the camera. "look at this pretty little thing." he whispers, his pointer ghosting over your clit, making you jump. "a-ah--" he holds the camera a little farther back, then starts kissing up your thighs, ending on your clit and pressing a fat kiss onto it.
he licks a long stripe up your clit. your hands tuck underneath your knees, head falling back as you whimper, toes curling as you try to be quiet. after he slurps you up, your head comes back up to peek at him, the camera showing the delicious eye contact throughout the moment.
he pauses to hand you the camera, where you flip it around to show him from your angle. he stays looking up into the lens as his tongue flicks and dives in and around your pussy. his hands snake under your thighs and lift you a bit. your free hand snakes down to curl into his golden locs, shaky and warm against his skin.
"god, look how skinny I was..." you whisper, a slight blush on your face as you stare into the screen. "what do you mean?" nanami frowns, "I was so skinny and curvy.." you reply. his frown deepens, "what are you talking about? you look the same now." his eye brows start to knit together as his hand snakes onto your stomach. you knew he would never drop it if you said anything more, so you redirect back on to the screen.
the clip ends there, but the next starts - you on your knees in front of him with his cock against your cheek. you looked so shy, your hands trembling as they wrap around his length, tongue coming out quickly to swipe over his tip. a sigh is heard into the mic, and his hand comes down to bury in your hair.
you keep your pretty big doe eyes on him, staring up while taking his tip into your mouth. his hand slides to the back of your head, slowly easing you closer. the scene goes on for about 3 more minutes before the section cuts off.
watching it, you press your thighs together to hide the heat in between your legs. you remember the moment so vividly, how nervous but excited you were. the camera only caught about half an hour of footages but in reality, you guys went on for almost 2 hours.
"isn't there more?" nanami asks, rubbing on your lower stomach. "I think so," you say, leaning to the remote and scrolling, when you find the last file. "yeah, right here..."
pressing play on the tape, it starts with nanami placing the camera on the side of the bed, you spread and laying under him. once placing the camera down, he comes back above you, hands on either side of your head. your hand snakes around his wrist, holding on, thumb caressing his arm as his free hand hooks your thigh up and on his hip.
there's a pause, before nanami's hips thrust from the lower half of the screen. you gasp, fingers digging and curling into his wrist. "mmngh... 'nami..." you whine sweetly, head pressing back into the pillow. his head buries into the side of your neck, out of view as his thrusts turn deeper and quicker.
your mouth falls open, whines sweet like honey falling out and pouring into his eardrums, making him pulse inside you. your toes curl against his back, nails almost drawing blood on his wrists. god, just how loud and sensitive even were you back then?
he lifts his head, burying himself deeeeepp inside your cunt and grinding against you in tight and rough circles. your mouth falls open in a moan, broken by his lips covering yours, swallowing your pretty noises.
his tongue dives into your mouth, the sounds wet and juicy through the mic as he starts his thrusts up again.
it goes on for a couple more minutes, then nanami slows, snaking an arm around your back, rolling on to his back and placing you delicately on top of him, gentle as if you were glass.
he glances at the camera, making sure it hadn't fallen, then his hands squeeze your hips, encouraging you to move. you obey, hands pressing onto his smooth and hard chest as you start bouncing on his cock.
as shy as you were, you definitely weren't afraid to get a little rough on your own account. you fall into a rhythm; lift, drop, go deeper, and then grind. lift, drop, go deeper, then grind.
you get so into it the wet schlickk and plaps are heard in the camera. your nails dig into his pecks, head ducked down to hide the expression from the camera. nanami's hands visibly indent on your hips, head laying back as he groans and pants, sweat starting to bead on his chest.
the scene goes on for about 2 minutes, then nanami reaches for the camera and shuts it off. the next file is an angle of your back, arched beautifully and hands clenched in the sheets.
nanami's hand slowly slides up and down your lower back, settling on the back of your neck as he pumps his cock in and out of your hole. the look on your face from the side is in complete bliss, eyes hooded and almost rolled back from the intense pleasure.
your fingers curl into the pillow, loud whimpers and mewls leaving your throat along with the drool, now dripping onto the pillow.
nanami moves the camera downwards more, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as it ripples with each thrust. he whimpers and groans softly in the audio, giving a light slap to your ass.
he pulls out, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your knees. "open your mouth," he says, and you do so obediently, face flushed and dazed from what just happened. you stick out your tongue as he slaps his tongue on it, you close your lips around it and suck. your tiny hands stroke what your mouth can't reach as his fingers bury into your long brown hair.. theres a couple beats of his soft breathing before he slides out of your mouth, spilling his hot cum on your lips and cheeks. he groans at the sight, stroking your cheek before stopping the camera.
.
you and nanami look away from the screen, meeting each others eyes. "that's definitely something we have to recreate.. as soon as possible" you whisper against his lips, then he catches your lips in a searing kiss as the tv shuts off.
END
a/n: ts is so buns and it's so long please don't slime me out ily guys and ty sm for almost 40 followers!!!
has a tendency of sleeping for over 18 hours at a time on his weekends off and proceeds to grumble every single time when he finds out you’ve deep cleaned the house in that time, cooked dinner, meal prepped for the upcoming week and gone shopping without him. You should be relaxing with him! So why on earth are you doing all the work? A deep massage and many kisses is the only way he’ll forgive you.
bear!hybrid nanami who always raids the kitchen of any berries, nuts and fish you have. You’ll catch him in the middle of the night, fridge light illuminating his shirtless form, shoving handfuls of raspberries in his mouth at once. His ears twitch shamefully when he sees you watching him, embarrassment filling his entire body after eating all the food for the week again.
“It’s okay, ken. We can just go shopping and buy some more. It’s no trouble, really,” you reassure as he buries his face in your neck and mumbles strings of heartfelt apologies.
bear!hybrid nanami who hates when you don’t live in sync with your own menstrual cycle. Seeing you wake up early during your luteal phase and do intense workouts during your menstruation makes him cringe, and if he’s nearby he’ll drag you back to bed with him with the most offended expression you could possibly imagine. He knows how terrible he feels when he doesn’t stick to his own hibernation cycles, so he can only imagine how thrown off your body feels when you start demanding too much of it.
bear!hybrid nanami who has the biggest breeding kink ever. During his rut, all he can think of is filling you up with his cum and making you carry his babies. Just the thought of his own cum dripping out of your pulsing hole has him rutting against the mattress early in the morning. Nanami can barely keep his hands off you in the evenings, fingering you over the kitchen counter, eating you out on the couch, fucking you senseless in the bedroom.
bear!hybrid nanami who starts slow and controlled, not wanting to hurt you, but as soon as he bottoms out inside your warm, welcoming pussy, he snaps. His hips slam against your ass, lewd moans and grunts filling the room as he keeps you pinned against the mattress, chest to your back as an attempt to cage you in.
“Ken- kenny! Hmm, you’re sososoo big,” you squeak beneath him, face buried in the pillow as his bulbous cock head kisses your cervix with every thrust, just light enough to be noticed but not painful. Nanami only finishes after you’ve finished, the feeling of your walls tightening around him and the sound of your sweet, delicate moans immediately sending him over the edge. His hips falter as he tries to thrust just a few more times before collapsing on top of you.
bear!hybrid nanami who keeps his cock nestled inside of you for the next few minutes before starting aftercare, wanting to make sure that every sperm cell has a chance to do its job. Even after he pulls out and cum dribbles from your hole, you still feel extremely bloated and full, one hand resting on your stomach as he tends to you with warm towels, hot drinks, and bucketfuls of affection.
Hi baby!!! Can i request the LI's taking care of a drunk!reader who is completely shameless about them and saying things like: "i wanna have your baby" or "i hope our child looks exactly like you"
If you dont want to its okay! I wish you the best!! I love u and your work!! ❤️❤️
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainsix! x afab!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ pregnancy mentioned, sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚okay, so... i underestimated how much time it would take to write for six different characters, but here i am! ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ ah, i loved this request so much! i wish i was this sweet when drunk. the two times i've ever got under the influence, i was a sobbing mess, hugging everybody who got in my way (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) but anyway! i hope you love this one~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
caleb held your pliant body in his arms, mindful of your hanging head and your giggly state.
you had… a couple of bottles while you were out with friends, and they called your amazing boyfriend who just so happened to be lurking around “in case you needed him”.
he took you back home, gently placing you down on your shared bed, and kissing your forehead with an amused smile on his lips.
“easy there, angel. you had lots of fun, didn't you?” he whispered, brushing some strands away from your forehead. “i'll bring you some water, yeah?”
you looked up at the spinning ceiling above you and smiled, biting your lower lip softly.
“hm… spit in my mouth insteaaaad,” you mumbled, parting your lips. “aaaah~”
caleb just stared at you.
he considered it, at least for a few seconds, but then shook his head, gently squishing your flushed cheek.
“water. won't take long, hm?” he grinned, leaving you breathless and even more giddy.
“come back soon, handsome!” you called out, following his amazing retreating figure. “mhm, holy cake…”
after some minutes that felt like hours, he returned with a glass of water.
he held your head up and brought the glass to your lips, making sure you took small sips.
as you did, you couldn't help but look into his eyes.
“you're so handsome,” you mumbled, your hand coming up to, supposedly, trace his strong jawline.
instead, your finger clumsily poked his cheek, and then his cheekbone.
“i'd give you five gorgeous kids…” you whispered as if sharing a secret, your nose nuzzling his neck. “they'd all look like you… they'd have your gorgeous eyes.”
he sighed softly, simply looking at you with a cocky grin on his lips.
“you reckon?” his tone was teasing, naturally. how could he not let it get to his head?
you were staring at him like a teenager with a crush on a fictional character, after all.
“yeah… yeah, i wanna have lots of babies with you,” you babbled, not really conscious of what you were saying. “and like… like, they'd— they'd be tall, and they'd be gorgeous… huh, is that a weird thing to say about my own kids?”
he chuckled, now helping you lie back down again, placing the cup of water on the bedside table.
“oh god, will i become a weird boy mom? promise you'll lock me up if i do—” you whined, eyes wide with terror.
“you won't, angel,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “our kids will look like you, yeah? and they'll be smart.”
you smiled, relieved, nodding your head slowly.
“yeah… but i wanna have mini copies of you too,” you insisted. “i wanna have a big, happy family and for everyone to know you're mine, mine alone.”
“well, for that to happen, we'll have to try lots and lots of times,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
you smirked and looked at him with a suggestive expression.
“lots of times? oh yeah, i love that idea…” you purred, practically melting under his gaze.
“mhm. i know you do, baby,” he cupped your cheek and pulled a blanket over your body. “but once you're sober and conscious.”
your eyes went wide open, and you tried to sit up, but he kept you in place by putting one hand on your shoulder, making you huff.
“you're the meanest ever!” you weakly kicked under the covers, to which he only grinned.
“you've got no idea,” he conceded, nodding his head softly. “so, so mean.”
you closed your eyes with a pout on your lips, your arms crossing over your chest.
“meanie… a big, tall… muscular, hot meanie,” and as your words trailed off and your eyelashes stopped fluttering, caleb stood up as quietly as possible, his eyes lingering on your peaceful form.
the pout dissolved when your lips parted and you let out soft huffs and puffs.
he pictured the big family you babbled about; the little copies of him, the tiny copies of you, and a soft smile adorned his face.
he didn't know whether the intoxication made your wishes far more exaggerated than they truly were, but… even if you just wanted a single kid, he'd be the happiest man alive.
he'd let you rest, but once you were awake and conscious, he'd absolutely bring up the entire conversation just to see you squirm a little bit.
it wasn't every day he got to hear your earnest, soft, and heartwarming wishes so openly, and he'd make sure you knew how much he treasured them.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
rafayel underestimated how much you'd like the wine.
one glass, two glasses, then five…
his cheeks were a bit flushed, but other than that, he was still in his right mind.
you, on the other hand, were giggling uncontrollably, your head barely able to stay up.
you bit your lip as you looked at him, feeling a sudden heat traveling across your body.
“hm, raffy…” you whispered, crawling closer to him over the couch, letting all of your weight fall onto his lap.
he leaned back slightly, his arms coiling around you securely, though his eyes showed his surprise.
“oh?” he tilted his chin up, looking into your eyes with amusement. “why, hello there, cutie.”
you kissed his cheek lazily, leaving a wet trail of wine on his pale skin.
“you smell so good,” you mumbled, words slurred. “i could just eat you up…”
he softly smiled, keeping you close.
“is that a promise, dearest?”
“yeah…” you hiccuped softly, melting against him. you kept peppering his cheeks and jaw with soft kisses until they became wet and sloppy.
raffy closed his eyes and flinched as the tip of your nose practically stabbed him in the eye not one, not two, but six times.
oh, well.
“okay, my pearl, my pearl!” he called out, holding your shoulders to keep you at a distance, even when you whined.
ah, you looked adorable…
your eyes were glossy, your lips were a bit stained, your breathing was ragged.
“i'll… i'll do the kissing, how's that?” he offered instead, immediately making you smile.
“okay…” you closed your eyes and leaned in, happily receiving his softer, naturally more refined and totally-not-messy kisses.
he gently pulled away and caressed your nape with his slender fingers, bringing you back to the present.
“raffy,” you whispered, eyelids droopy.
“yes, my precious pearl?” he nuzzled the tip of your nose.
“i wanna have your babies…”
time seemed to stop.
rafayel's smile faltered, not because he didn't like the idea, but because you'd caught him so, so off guard.
“...come again, cutie?”
“babies!” you cheered softly, your tone devoid of hesitation thanks to the alcohol. “we could repopulate lemuria—”
he covered your lips with the palm of his hand, looking appalled.
despite his shock, you had unconsciously voiced one of his most precious wishes; not to restore an entire civilization, but for him to have someone to teach the language of the sea to.
“we'd need like… at least fifty babies, cutie. that's fifty pregnancies.”
“not if we have triplets… or quadruplets!” you insisted, your voice a bit shaky.
he needed more wine.
urgently.
“come oooon, raffy,” you purred sweetly, rubbing your cheek against his collarbone. “you're so pretty, like… like a pufferfish with chubby cheeks! we could have even prettier fishies.”
before your finger could trace a line down his exposed chest, he held your hand and intertwined your fingers, a frown appearing on his face.
“a… a pufferfish?”
this couldn't be happening to him right now.
“so, i'm not pretty like a painting, like a sculpture, like a landscape… but like a pufferfish?” he narrowed his eyes, offended by the comparison. “and to think i was starting to consider your offer…”
you gasped and clumsily pulled your hand free from his grasp to clutch his cheeks.
“noooo, raffy, don't be like that…” you puckered your lips and bounced on top of him. “i'm so sorry, raaaaaffy, raffy, raaaaaaaffyyyyyy!”
he huffed, but still held you so that you wouldn't accidentally fall off the couch.
“okay, okay!” he faced you and rolled his eyes playfully. “i'll take the compliment, but that doesn't mean i like it.”
you whimpered like a grounded pup, your face falling.
“are you still giving me babies?”
he took a sharp breath.
“...if you ask me that question while sober, then i'll think about it, cutie.”
you seemed satisfied with that answer, since you grinned and, once again, melted like ice against his warm body.
“hmm… so many pretty fishies,” you whispered, eyes shutting closed. “pretty… pretty fishies…”
…and you were out, drool already starting to pool on his chest.
he gently caressed your scalp, although his cheeks grew redder when he recalled your words.
repopulating lemuria.
it was impossible, he was aware, but the fact that you were so eager and open to the idea caused his mind to wander to dangerous places, especially now that he was tipsy.
he could only hope you'd pop the question while sober, but if you didn't… he'd make sure to plant that idea back into your mind until you said it out loud again.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
while you waited for sylus to come back home, you tried to distract yourself by getting as comfortable as you could.
you put on his robe, went to the kitchen as if you owned the place (you did), and took out the expensive bottles of alcohol just to… feel fancy.
you tried one; didn't like it.
you tried another one; you gagged.
by the third one, after you took a shot, your throat burned so badly you decided to try mixing it with something sweeter.
it was the worst idea ever.
you ended up finishing almost an entire bottle mixed with sweet juice and syrup, effectively getting drunk.
when sylus came home, your clumsy but hurried footsteps approached him from behind.
as soon as your arms wrapped around his torso and your cheek nuzzled his strong back, he smiled, his warm hands gently caressing your forearms.
“well, hello there,” he turned to look over his shoulder, and you hugged him tighter.
“sy…” you happily mumbled, closing your eyes in bliss. “i missed you sooooooo much…”
ah.
the slurred speech, the faint scent of alcohol, the way he could feel the warmth of your skin through his clothes.
you were drunk.
“i missed you as well,” he quietly turned to face you, one of his eyebrows raising. “and what exactly did you do today, kitten?”
you giggled and took his hands, swaying softly from side to side.
“nothing… just missing you, your voice, your kisses,” you smiled dreamily. “you're so gorgeous…”
he sighed, pulling one of your hands to his lips so that he could kiss your knuckles.
“and you are breathtaking,” he mumbled against your skin, unable to reprimand you for your current state since you were being so cute.
however, that cuteness soon turned into mischief.
you stepped closer to him and played with the buttons on his shirt.
“you know… i could get even more breathtaking, sy,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them softly, almost too innocently.
he narrowed his crimson eyes, but you had his entire attention now.
“is that so?”
“mhmmm…” you smiled and stepped on your tippy toes, getting closer to the shell of his ear. “i'd be much prettier if i carried your babies.~”
the silence that followed was heavy.
you were blinking slowly at him; he was studying your pretty face.
he had to tread carefully, mainly to avoid getting you all worked up.
“i agree, kitten,” he softly nodded, helping you back onto your feet. “but we will cross that bridge when you are able to stand without swaying.”
his heart was beating so fast, despite the amused expression he wore.
you smiled and bounced on your toes, feeling elated. you only heard the “i agree” part, much to your convenience.
“they'd have your eyes! or maybe mine… but they'd be so little!” you cooed, losing your balance when you jumped again.
sylus decided it would be best to carry you back to your shared bedroom so that you could lie down and, hopefully, fall asleep.
deep down, he was already picturing a mini version of you running around his halls, and he knew that one day, this wouldn't just be a drunken request.
“we could have four babies… while we take care of two, the twins can take care of the other two…” you mumbled, your train of thought already drifting into something softer, more imaginative. “...what if we had twins of our own? and then two other sets of twins…? would we have our own army?”
he wanted that.
he wanted everything you were saying.
in fact, he was already planning where he'd build the rooms, and how he'd teach kieran and luke to be good nannies.
“so… many babies with sy,” you whispered, already falling asleep. “many, many babies…”
once your breathing calmed down, sylus allowed himself to yearn and explore the possibilities behind your drunk, sweet words.
he caressed your flushed cheeks, your lower lip, your eyelids.
“you'd look breathtaking, sweetheart,” he whispered, his nose brushing against your cheek. “we will have as many as you wish for. whenever you wish.”
the promise lingered in the air, interrupted by your soft snoring and your incoherent babbling.
he discarded his clothes and lay by your side, pulling you closer to his chest.
you immediately clung to him, drawn to his warmth.
whenever you wished to, he'd be ready, because he knew those words didn't come out of nowhere; there had to be a little seed somewhere in your brain.
and he'd make that little seed flourish as soon as your pretty —and hopefully sober— lips opened up.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
game nights always meant two things; good food and good drinks.
xavier truly enjoyed the calm, fun environment, and that he got to spend some alone time with you without the unnecessary chaos of the streets, or the unwanted attention of strangers.
just you, him, a warm blanket over your laps, endless laughter that could last all night long… and an unlimited supply of drinks.
now, here is the thing. game nights never lasted long enough for either of you to get drunk or even tipsy.
most of the time, xavi and you would go to bed by midnight, eager to get all cuddly and warm under the sheets.
but today's game was particularly intense, and neither of you could seem to stop.
you confidently threw a blue nine card over a blue five card, grinning from ear to ear.
“uno!”
however, xavier only looked at you with quiet intensity; the confidence of a man who could ruin you with a single move.
time seemed to slow down when you caught a glimpse of a black card, the +4 hitting you straight in the gut.
things ended.
you lost.
xavier threw down his last card, claiming victory, but you wouldn't let that slide.
you lunged forward, making his back hit the soft sofa. you shook his shoulders, attacked him with tickles, and pinched his skin until he couldn't stop laughing.
when both of you were breathless and no longer wound up from the intense uno game, you softened up.
the alcohol made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
you squished his soft cheeks and nuzzled the tip of his nose, studying his eyes up close.
“xavi… you're very mean,” you whispered, before smiling. “but so cute…”
he blinked softly, and then looked away, his pale face turning slightly pink.
“i wonder if our babies would look like you,” you giggled, tracing his jawline with gentle kisses. “if they'd be as sleepy, if they'd be as cuddly…”
his eyes went back to yours almost immediately, wide like planets.
babies.
…babies?
you weren't even asking if you could have them, you were already assuming you would.
“let's have them… let's have lots of them,” you smiled, straddling his lap. “right now, xavi!”
xavier could barely react before you slipped your hands under his sweater.
he thanked the skies you guys weren't bunnies, otherwise, he would've started something neither of you would've been able to stop, not even if the sun rose.
his hands gently held your wrists, and he quietly sat up, ignoring your disappointed little whines and those sad eyes.
he wanted to.
he really did.
he was fighting himself not to give in and let you do whatever you wanted with him.
but you weren't in your right mind, and he wouldn't let you wake up tomorrow with a headache and a tiny xavi on the way.
“you're drunk.”
“i'm not!” you pouted, leaning in to press your forehead against his. “i'm very… very sure! give me babies, xavi!”
he let out a shaky sigh, his heart hammering against his ribs.
his pretty eyes met yours, and he shook his head silently.
“please, please… they'll be so cute,” you insisted, your voice becoming softer. “xavi, take me to our room and fu—”
suddenly, he held an uno skip card against your lips, silencing you.
“no.”
you squeaked and fell onto the sofa, flopping around like a fish out of water.
“so not fair! first your betrayal, and now your lack of love! what's next?”
he stood up and stared at you, his lips curling into a soft smile.
he kissed your forehead, making you stop with a frown and pouty lips.
“next is a mandatory and involuntary nap,” he quietly said, outstretching his arms. “let's go, starlight.”
you hesitated before putting your arms up, letting him carry you.
on the way, you tried to stay mad, but you soon forgot what you were even arguing about. you clung to him and rubbed your cheek against his shoulder, your eyelids closing on their own.
“smell… so good,” you mumbled, sighing happily. “warm… soft…”
he placed a kiss on your forehead and tried to calm down as he settled the two of you under the fluffy blankets.
once your soft snores filled the room, xavier brushed your hair behind your ear, unable to hide his smile.
“one day,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek.
when your mind was clear like a sunny sky, when the stars aligned, and when your heart yearned for those dreams to become a reality, he'd happily give you what you wished for.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ valko! ꒰੭
he wanted to try different flavors from a newly released vodka brand, and you had no choice but to tag along.
watermelon, cherry, green apple…
shot after shot, valko either grunted in disgust or hummed in delight, letting you have a try as well.
it… didn't end up well.
while valko was still in his right mind, you were staring at the ceiling, questioning all of your life choices.
valko noticed the shift in your behavior right away. your body temperature was higher, your eyes were glossy, your heart was beating faster than usual.
“you're so wasted,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.
you hummed in response, closing your eyes and leaning against him.
“...yeah,” you whispered. then, you smiled faintly. “i think so.”
he nuzzled the top of your head and took a shot of a new bottle of vodka; lime flavored.
his face scrunched up in sheer disgust, a whine escaping from his throat.
you opened your eyes and giggled loudly, finding his expression incredibly funny, especially in your state.
“well, fuck,” he groaned, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“not good?” you smiled, tilting your head softly.
“it's an abomination,” his voice came out a little raspy, and he then offered you the small shot glass. “want some?”
you shook your head immediately, and he smirked, turning to the last bottle of vodka.
chocolate-flavored.
“now this… is promising,” he carefully poured himself some and downed it in one go.
his eyes went wide, fluffy ears popping out, his tail wagging like crazy.
“oh… oh yeah,” he whispered in pure bliss. “this one's a sweet baby.”
you couldn't help but stare at him attentively.
his mouth kept moving, but you weren't listening.
he was so cute.
so, so adorable.
his ears were so fluffy and soft, his reactions were so lively and honest, his biceps flexed so deliciously…
damn.
he was also hot.
“...and the chocolate one definitely takes first place for me. what about you, bunny?”
bla, bla, bla.
you leaned in and kissed his lips, making his ears perk up and his eyes go wide momentarily.
seconds later, his hands were holding you by the hips, his lips eagerly returning the kiss; no questions asked.
when you pulled back, you licked your lips, tasting the mix of chocolate and alcohol.
“valkie,” you purred, tracing a vein running down his muscular arm.
“yes, ma'am?” he whispered, looking down at your lips, wondering when you'd kiss him again.
“you know… you're very handsome,” you looked up at him, eyes hazy. “and i think…”
“yeah?” he urged softly, his tail swishing behind him.
“...that you and me…” you continued, your hands traveling down his torso.
“uh-huh?” he nodded, now tilting his head.
“...would have the prettiest pups.”
his tail stopped moving, but his ears perked up again.
pups.
your pups, his and yours.
everything was quiet, too quiet, until he growled involuntarily, holding you even closer with a heated gaze.
“damn straight,” he whispered, picking you up with ease, ready to take you to the bedroom.
however, something clicked in his brain, and he stopped in the middle of the hallway, remembering one little detail.
you were drunk, and while he knew drunk people were honest (mostly), you were in no position to give consent or agree to anything.
but valko didn't get mad, nor disappointed.
he just sighed and pressed his forehead against yours.
“i'm sorry, bunny,” he said, much to your surprise. “while i do agree we'd make the prettiest babies ever, that'll have to wait for another occasion.”
“but valkie—” you whined, but he shushed you.
“trust me,” he whispered, kissing your lips and lingering against them a second longer than necessary. “i'd love to give you every single baby you asked me for.”
your eyes lit up with hope, even when he set you down on the bed and wrapped a blanket around your flushed skin.
“but i want you conscious and aware of everything i'll do to you, my pretty bunny,” he whispered, gently nibbling the shell of your ear before retreating. “stay. be a good girl.”
you whimpered and watched him leave, but didn't move.
his words made your heart beat faster, and you had to close your eyes to imagine just how good he'd make you feel once you were yourself again.
you could only sleep for now and hope his promise was true, because, no matter if it took you some time to find the courage while sober, you'd ask him for many pretty babies.
and he would have to deliver.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
your friends dropped you off at the hospital, making sure you were safely inside before leaving.
you'd been asking for zayne for the past hour, ever since you got drunk and the warmth started to spread through your body.
you ignored yvonne's questioning look as you stumbled your way to the elevator, humming and smiling like a fool in love.
“zaynie, my zaynie,” you sang to yourself, miraculously pressing the right button for the floor he was on.
when you arrived, you knocked on his door and called out for him with a sweet voice, and it was safe to say that zayne was confused.
weren't you supposed to be out with your friends?
he stood up, opened the door, and was greeted by a tight hug and messy kisses that didn't reach his lips.
“mmmmwah! my zaynie… mmmmwah! i missed you sooooo… mmmmwah! much!”
he blinked rapidly, making sure to guide you inside seconds later so that he could close the door behind you.
“my love? i did not expect you—”
“i'm so sorry, but i missed you lots!” you quickly interrupted, pouting your lips. “are you mad at me? don't be, i love you!”
you kept trying to kiss him, but he gently held you in place, knowing his face would end up covered in drool.
“no, my flower. i am not mad at you,” he reassured, tilting your chin up so that he could look at you properly.
dilated pupils, warm skin to the touch, hazy eyes.
“hehe, do i look pretty?” you giggled, leaning in like a touch-starved kitten.
his lips curled up faintly, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“very much so, yes. but it seems you are under the influence,” he commented. “did your friends bring you here?”
“mmmmhm!”
he nodded, relieved.
“good. i shall thank them later. now, come sit down with me, love.”
naturally, you followed like a puppy, waiting for him to sit down before plopping onto his lap.
you looked into his eyes lovingly, smiling so brightly your cheeks were starting to hurt.
he opened one of his drawers, pulled out a bottle of water, and took the cap off.
“here. drink this,” he offered, guiding the bottle to your lips.
you, however, were too entranced to obey. instead of leaning in and taking a few sips, you cupped his cheeks and sighed.
“you'd be such an amazing father,” you smiled.
he softened up, lowering the water bottle.
but then, you kept going, bouncing on his legs.
“i wanna give you so many babies, zayne, so, so many!”
his hand became shaky, and he had to set the bottle down on his desk so that he wouldn't spill it everywhere.
“flower—”
“i'd give you as many kids as you wanted, zaynie. we could try aaaall night, every night!”
his throat felt dry.
you were just going and going, until this poor man's heart couldn't take it anymore.
“my love,” he cleared his throat lightly, averting his gaze. “we should discuss this back at home.”
he knew you'd fall asleep by then, so it was an excellent strategy to get you distracted.
you smiled and nodded happily, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.
“yeah, and… and we can cuddle, and kiss… and then we can make pretty babies!”
he closed his eyes, tilting his head back.
the tips of his ears were turning bright red, and his usually steady hands trembled enough to show how affected he was.
“absolutely, my flower.”
seemingly happy with that, you mumbled a few more “i love yous,” kissed whichever inches of skin you could get your lips on, and closed your eyes.
you drifted off in a matter of seconds, lulled by his scent and the soft hum of his laptop.
once again, the office was quiet.
he took the coat draped over the back of his chair and wrapped it around you, keeping you warm.
…
babies.
you wanted babies.
his hand caressed your back up and down, and he looked at the ceiling, processing what had just happened.
he let out a quiet sigh, one hand covering his flushed face behind the safety of his glasses.
what a reckless thing to say, especially to him.
you would remember none of it by morning, yet every word had already carved itself into his beating, already sensitive heart.
still, a small smile found his lips as he looked down at your sleeping face.
"if that is truly what you want someday," he whispered, brushing your hair aside, "i would be happy to build that future with you.”
a/n: thank you for this new commission!!!! I'm so happy you like my fics so much aw (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 anyway, I hope your name isn’t mia…
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The last bell rings, and your classroom empties fast. Students push past each other, laughing, complaining, running out. You pack slowly. You always take your time because you know what happens when you walk out late.
He’s there.
Same hallway. Same wall. Same posture… arms crossed, back straight, one foot against the wall.
Draken doesn’t look like he belongs in a school hallway. His uniform jacket is open, and he’s wearing sneakers the teachers hate. His tattoo stands out in the sun coming through the windows.
His eyes find you the moment you step out.
“There you are,” he says, relief slipping into his voice “Thought you got locked in again.”
“That happened ONE time!” you remind him.
He smirks “Yeah. And ever since then, I check.”
You walk toward him. He pushes off the wall and stands next to you like you’re leaving together, even though he wasn’t in class and has no reason to be here.
“Skipping again?” you ask.
“I wasn’t skipping,” he lies easily “I was… supervising Mikey.”
“You mean Mikey dragged you to the roof to nap?”
“…No comment.”
You laugh, and Draken’s eyes soften in that quiet way he tries to hide.
He walks with you toward the stairs. His steps match yours without him thinking about it.
“You good today?” he asks “Teacher said you looked pale during math.”
Your face heats “Why did the teacher tell YOU that?”
He shrugs “Because I was standing in the hallway and she knows I listen more than Mikey.”
You cover your mouth to hide a laugh “Wow. High praise.”
Draken’s lips curl “I guess.”
As you both walk down the stairs, he asks quietly, “Did someone bother you today?”
“No,” you say “Why?”
He doesn’t answer right away. His brows pull together, and he looks a little… irritated?
“Some first-years were talking,” he says finally “About you.”
Your stomach flips “Talking how?”
Draken looks straight ahead “Doesn’t matter. I told them to shut up.”
“Draken—”
“What?” He glances at you “They were annoying.”
You try not to smile “You didn’t scare them too much, right?”
“I didn’t touch them.” his voice softens “I just didn’t like how they talked about you.”
Your heart jumps.
You reach the shoe lockers. You kneel to change your shoes, and so does he, even though he didn’t wear school shoes today. He does it anyway, just to crouch next to you.
“You going straight home?” he asks.
“Probably. Why?” you try to sound normal and casual, not like your pulse is going crazy.
He picks at a loose thread on his glove “I was thinking… maybe I could walk you. If you want.”
You look at him. His face is turned away, but you can tell he’s nervous. Draken… nervous. It makes your chest warm.
“Well,” you say softly “If you want to.”
He scoffs “If you want to.”
“You’re impossible.”
“You’re the one making it complicated.”
You look at each other.
Then—
“DRAKEN! I BOUGHT PAN!” Mikey’s voice explodes across the hall as he runs full-speed toward you, mouth full of bread.
Draken groans “Oh my god—”
Mikey leaps onto Draken’s back, almost knocking him over.
“Eat this!” Mikey tries to shove a half-eaten piece of bread into Draken’s mouth.
You laugh, hiding your face as Mikey clings to Draken like a happy child.
Draken looks at you through Mikey’s arms, with an embarrassed, helpless smile he only ever shows you.
“Tomorrow?” he asks over the chaos.
Your smile is small but sure “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
The next day is long and boring. Classes feel heavier because you keep checking your phone. Draken usually waits for you after school.
Your phone buzzes right when the last bell rings.
Draken: I can’t make it today. Toman has a meeting.
Draken: Sorry.
You read the message twice. Your heart sinks a little.
You text back: Is it a dangerous meeting?
He replies fast.
Draken: No. Just talking. Nothing crazy, I promise.
Draken: Don’t worry.
You stare at the screen. You bite your lip.
He tells you not to worry… So, of course, you grab your bag, leave school, and walk straight to the Toman meeting place anyway.
You don’t tell him. It’s not really a surprise, but you also don’t warn him.
The meeting spot is an empty parking lot behind an old building. Motorcycles line the walls. Voices echo inside.
Before you go in, someone steps out.
“Mitsuya?” you call.
He blinks, surprised for a second, then smiles warmly “Oh? Y/N? Didn’t expect to see you here.”
You nod “Um… I came to see Draken. Do you know where he is?”
Mitsuya smirks, amused “Yeah. Come on.” He gestures with his hand in that calm, friendly way of his.
You walk beside him, and the two of you talk easily. Mitsuya is relaxed, chill as always. It feels normal.
But the second you enter the meeting area, the room goes quiet.
Draken sees you.
He stands in the middle of the group, arms crossed, listening to someone talk but the moment you walk in with Mitsuya, he freezes.
His eyes widen just a little. Then they soften. Then they panic, just a bit.
Mitsuya nudges Draken with his elbow and says loudly, “Here’s your boy.”
The whole group explodes.
“Oooooh—”
“Ken-chin, you didn’t tell us!”
“Draken’s girl came to pick him up!”
“Look at him, he’s blushing!”
“I AM NOT!” Draken snaps, ears turning pink anyway.
You cover your face with your hand “Oh my god…”
Draken groans, grabs your wrist gently, and pulls you toward the exit.
“Don’t listen to them,” he mutters under his breath “They’re idiots.”
“They’re funny” you say.
“They’re annoying” he corrects, but he’s smiling a little.
Outside, the air is cooler. Draken stops walking once you’re far enough from the noise.
He looks at you, confused and soft at the same time “Why are you here? I told you I couldn’t walk you today.”
You shrug “Well… you have to walk me home.”
He blinks “I literally just said—”
“But,” you interrupt, “if you’re busy… I brought you something to eat.”
You hold up a small bag of food you bought on the way. He stares at it. Then at you. Then back at the food.
“You… brought me lunch?”
“Yeah,” you say, suddenly shy “You keep missing meals.”
Draken looks down at the bag like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
Then he clears his throat and tries to act cool “Uh… thanks. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to” you say quietly.
That gets him.
His expression changes, it softens in a way you rarely see.
He opens the bag, peeks inside, and his shoulders relax “Taiyaki? You remembered.”
“Of course I remembered.”
He takes a breath, then says, “The meeting’s done anyway. Mikey already ran home.”
“So… you’re free?” you ask.
Draken looks at you for a long moment with a warm, careful, happy look.
“Yeah,” he says “I’m free.”
You smile “Good. Walk me home, then.”
He steps beside you, close enough that your hands almost touch.
“Yeah,” he says again, voice lower this time “I’ll walk you.”
And he does. All the way.
Class ends. People rush out. You pack your things slowly, like always, expecting to see him leaning on the wall outside your classroom door.
But today… He’s not there.
No tall figure. No braid. No soft “There you are.”
Your stomach drops a little.
You pull out your phone to text him while walking down the stairs.
Are you coming?
You don’t send it yet. You reach the bottom of the stairs, turn the corner and you stop. Because he’s there.
Draken stands at the entrance of the building, talking to a girl you’ve never seen before. She’s pretty. She’s smiling up at him. And they’re standing… close.
Your steps freeze for a moment.
You stay where you are, pretending to check your phone, but really you’re watching them. You’re waiting for the conversation to end.
Draken doesn’t look uncomfortable. He doesn’t look happy either. Just stuck, listening politely.
Finally, the girl bows slightly and walks away.
The moment she steps aside, you move forward like nothing happened.
Draken sees you and straightens up “Hey—”
“Who was that?” you ask, eyes following the girl as she leaves the school grounds.
He raises an eyebrow “Jealous?”
You punch his shoulder lightly “Why would I—” you cut yourself off before you say too much “Why would I be jealous? I was just asking.”
“Sure.” he says, smirking.
You try to walk past him, but he quickly steps to your side and falls into pace with you like he always does.
“I was coming to you,” he says, voice calmer now “Then she stopped me.”
“What did she want?” you ask without looking at him.
He shrugs “Asked me if I’ll ever come back to class. So I guess she’s a classmate? Maybe she’s the class president, I don't know.”
You blink “…You don’t know your class president?”
“I don’t know anyone in class,” he mutters “I don’t go that much.”
Fair enough.
You keep walking, but Draken clears his throat loudly, like he wants to change the topic fast.
“So,” he says suddenly, “Mikey tried to steal a stray cat this morning.”
You give him a look “Draken, that has nothing to do with—”
“He tried to put it in his bag.” Draken continues.
You sigh “Did it scratch him?”
“Yeah. He deserved it.”
You roll your eyes, but inside, the tight feeling in your chest starts to fade. He’s walking close again. He’s talking like he always does. He’s Draken. Your Draken… even if he doesn’t know it.
Still, as you reach the school gate, you can’t help glancing one more time in the direction that girl walked.
Draken notices.
“…Don’t think about her.” he says quietly.
You look up at him.
He stares straight ahead, hands in his pockets, voice low “She doesn’t matter.”
Your heart skips a beat.
You don’t answer but you don’t need to.
He walks you home anyway.
The next day, you notice Draken isn’t waiting for you outside your classroom.
Instead… you spot him at the entrance, talking with the girl again. The same girl. Pretty, confident, laughing at something he says.
You swallow. Your chest tightens, but you do what you’ve done since yesterday.
You wait.
And after that day it becomes every day, the same routine. You wait for the girl to leave, then approach him. You never interrupt. You don’t say anything. You tell yourself it’s fine, he’s Draken, he’s free to talk to whoever he wants, but it still hurts.
Today is no different… until it is.
You notice the girl reaches out and lightly touches his arm. His head tilts slightly, caught off guard, but he doesn’t pull away.
Something inside you snaps.
You walk forward, steady, even though your stomach feels like it’s twisting.
“I’m here,” you say softly but loud enough for them to hear “Sorry I always make you wait for me.”
Draken freezes, looking at you with wide eyes “Huh…?”
The girl glances at you, confused, but you step closer to Draken, gently closing the space between you two.
You turn to her with a polite smile “I’m Y/N.”
She straightens, still smiling, and introduces herself “I’m… uh, Mia.”
You nod once “Are you his classmate?”
Mia hesitates, then nods “Yes… we’re in the same class.”
You tilt your head, curious “Are you the class president?”
Mia frowns, confused “No… why?”
Your eyes flick to Draken for a moment. He’s looking at you, still confused. You glance back at her “Oh… okay. Nice to meet you. I have to go now, excuse me.”
You step past them and start walking away.
Draken doesn’t move.
You stop for a split second, expecting him to fall in step beside you, like he always does. But he doesn’t.
Your chest tightens. You realize, for the first time, that maybe you took it for granted that he would always follow.
You keep walking anyway, forcing your shoulders to stay straight. But inside, it stings more than you expected.
The day after your encounter with Draken and Mia, you head toward the school entrance again, hoping maybe today would be different.
But there they are.
Draken, standing near the gate, talking with Mia. And this time… she’s carrying a bag.
From the way she holds it, you can guess what’s inside. Food. She’s probably asking him to eat together.
You freeze.
Your stomach twists.
Without thinking, you duck behind a pillar, hiding. Your heart beats too fast, your hands tremble slightly.
Mia smiles, showing him the bag “I brought lunch. Want to eat with me?”
Draken looks down at the bag, blinking slowly. He’s quiet for a moment, and you can see him thinking.
He doesn’t say no immediately.
Anger and frustration mix in your chest.
Why didn’t he just say no right away?
You pull out your phone quickly and type a message.
I had to leave earlier. Took my dog to the vet.
It’s a lie. You didn’t even have a dog. But you don’t want to meet him after this. You can’t.
You press send and look at them again.
Draken glances at his screen, his eyes flicking down at it. Then… he looks up toward the spot where you usually wait for him.
Your heart stops.
He doesn’t see you.
Mia laughs softly, tugging at his sleeve. He smiles and nods, and together they start walking away.
You watch them go.
Your chest aches. You were so close to seeing him, to talking to him, to being with him today as you always used to, but instead… he’s leaving with someone else.
You stay hidden for a while, letting the bitterness settle.
When the hallway is empty, when the laughter fades and the noise dies down… you finally step out.
You walk home.
Alone.
Sad.
The kind of sadness that’s quiet and heavy, wrapping around your chest and refusing to let go.
You tell yourself tomorrow will be different, but right now… all you can do is keep walking.
The next morning, you stare at your phone a little too long.
What should I say?
Finally, you type: I’ll hang out with my friends after school today.
It’s a lie. You don’t have plans. You’re not going to meet anyone.
But you need a reason to not see him, to not deal with him and Mia again.
School drags on slower than usual.
You stay in class, pretending to study. Glancing at the clock every few minutes.
Everyone leaves eventually, one by one. The halls empty.
Even Draken and Mia are gone.
You stayed longer than anyone else, waiting, hiding, avoiding. And still… he doesn’t know.
Now, everyday, after school, you find excuses to avoid the entrance. You tell yourself it’s for your own peace, but a small voice in your head whispers that it’s for something else: to avoid seeing him with her again.
You don’t meet him at the stairs. You don’t meet him outside.
You just go home.
What hurts most is not just Mia, not just seeing him with someone else.
It’s that he never asks.
He doesn’t text. He doesn’t check if you’re okay. He doesn’t even notice that your paths no longer cross like they used to.
It’s as if he doesn’t see that you’re gone.
You keep telling yourself he’s busy. That he’s just caught up in Toman things.
But it still stings.
Every step you take toward home feels heavier than the last.
You realize… maybe the hardest part isn’t Mia.
It’s being invisible to him.
It’s break time, and the hallways are crowded with laughing students. You decide to grab a drink from the school vending machine.
You turn the corner… and there he is.
Draken. Standing there, like he’s been waiting for you all along.
Your stomach tightens. You try to walk past him toward the machine.
“Are you finally free today?” he asks, stepping slightly in front of you.
You hesitate, then try again to slip past, but he moves just enough to block you.
You sigh, exasperated “No.”
He raises an eyebrow “No? Then what are you doing that’s keeping you so busy?”
You glance around quickly, desperate for an escape.
Then you spot Chifuyu, talking with some boys, probably classmates of his.
A plan forms in your head.
“Hey, Chifuyu!” you almost yell, walking toward him “Is it okay if we meet five minutes after the bell rings today? I have to talk to a teacher before we go.”
Chifuyu looks confused, but before he can answer, you whisper urgently, “Please help me out… I’ll explain later.”
He nods calmly, understanding immediately “No worries. I’ll wait outside your classroom.”
You smile at him and nod quickly “Thank you! See you later!”
Then you turn back and there’s Draken.
Still staring.
Still standing in the hallway like he hasn’t moved a muscle.
Your heart skips a beat.
You take a deep breath, straighten your shoulders, and walk past him to the vending machine.
You select your drink, press the button, and grab it.
And this time… he doesn’t stop you.
He just watches quietly from the same spot.
You glance up at him, catch his eyes for a second, and see that faint mix of surprise and… something else.
You sip your drink slowly, trying not to let him see how much your chest is still racing.
Draken stays there until you turn away completely, then finally moves.
For now, you’ve won this little standoff.
After the last bell, you pack your bag slowly, waiting for the hallways to empty a little. You step out and there he is.
Chifuyu.
Standing against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking casual but also… kind of worried.
You blink “Didn’t think you’d come for real…”
He smiles lightly “I’m too curious. And it looked like you needed someone to talk with.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding “Yeah… thanks.”
You walk beside him toward the stairs, feeling oddly safe. Chifuyu doesn’t pry. He just follows your pace.
But as you reach the exit you both stop, because you see them.
Draken and Mia, standing at the exact same spot they’ve been for days. She’s talking to him with that soft smile, head tilted, voice sweet. Her hand brushes his arm again, and Draken just… lets her.
Your chest tightens, you feel something drop inside you.
Chifuyu follows your gaze. He notices how Draken isn’t pulling away. He notices how Mia leans toward him like she has the right. He notices how you swallow hard and look away.
“This…” you say quietly, unable to keep the bitterness out of your voice, “…this is the problem.”
Chifuyu nods slowly “Yeah. I see it now.”
You don’t stay another second. You turn around and walk away, your steps fast and sharp. Chifuyu follows you immediately, matching your pace.
But what you don’t see, as you pass by Draken and Mia without stopping, Chifuyu slows down for a single second as he turns his head just enough to look at Draken with an expression that says: “What the hell are you doing, man?”
Draken’s eyes flick from Mia… to you… to Chifuyu’s glare.
Confusion flashes on his face.
But Chifuyu doesn’t wait for him to respond. He quickly catches up to you again, walking at your side as if he’s been doing it forever.
Draken stays behind, frozen for a moment.
And… his chest feels tight. Like something important is slipping through his fingers, and he doesn’t understand why.
When you and Chifuyu finally leave the school grounds, the quiet hits you first. A soft kind of silence. One that makes everything feel heavier… but also somehow safe.
Chifuyu doesn’t rush you. He just walks at your side, hands in pockets, waiting for you to talk.
You take a deep breath.
“I guess… I should explain.” you mumble.
Chifuyu gives a tiny nod “Only if you want to.”
You do want to. So the words start coming out. You tell him everything.
How Draken used to wait for you every day. How the routine made you feel close to him. How Mia suddenly appeared. How he didn’t push her away. How he didn’t even notice you disappearing.
How much it hurts.
Chifuyu listens without interrupting.
When you finish, your throat feels tight.
“I know he’s your friend…” you say quietly “Family, even. And I know you have this Toman moral, or whatever, to follow… loyalty and all that.”
Chifuyu tilts his head a little “Yeah, we do.”
You look at him, eyes serious “Please don’t tell him what I told you. Please. I don’t… want him to know.”
Chifuyu stops walking.
You turn to face him, worried you said something wrong, but he’s just frowning thoughtfully.
“I won’t tell him,” he says “I’ll keep all of it to myself.”
You let out a small breath of relief.
“But,” he adds, “I am gonna give you some advice.”
Chifuyu crosses his arms, looking like some mastermind strategist in a crime drama.
“Okay,” you say, “hit me with it.”
He nods like he’s about to drop ancient wisdom passed down from his ancestors.
“First,” he says seriously, “you should ignore him harder.”
You blink “…What?”
“Yeah,” he continues, completely confident “If ignoring him made him look confused today, imagine if you do it for a whole month. He’ll freak out. Men fear silence.”
“…A month?”
“You wanna make him suffer or not?”
You stare at him, speechless. This boy is supposed to be smart.
He keeps going.
“Second idea,” he says, holding up two fingers, “you should get a fake boyfriend.”
“What? NO.”
“Just hear me out.” He points at himself slowly, like he hasn’t thought this through “I could—”
“No.”
He freezes “You didn’t let me finish.”
“I didn’t need to.”
He squints at you “You’re kinda rude.”
“You’re kinda insane.”
He coughs, offended, and looks away dramatically “Fine. Scrap idea two.”
“Please scrap idea two forever.”
He clears his throat.
“Okay then,” he says, suddenly serious again, “here’s the third plan.”
You brace yourself.
“You should show up tomorrow with a giant lunchbox and give it to someone else.”
You stare at him.
“Like… who?”
He shrugs “I dunno. Mitsuya? Takemichi? A kid? Anyone.”
You raise a brow “And that helps how? It’s just like idea two…”
Chifuyu nods confidently “Trust me.”
“I don’t…”
“If Draken sees you giving food to someone else, he’ll be like, ‘Why isn’t she giving me food?’ And then—bam—he realizes he likes you.”
You let out a long exhale “So your plan is… starving Draken until he understands his feelings?”
Chifuyu blinks “…Basically, yes.”
“…wow.”
“What?”
“I thought you were smart.”
Chifuyu places a hand dramatically on his chest “I am smart!”
“Then why are your ideas so stupid?!”
He gasps “They’re not stupid. They’re creative.”
“They’re dumb.”
“They’re effective.”
“They’re DUMB.”
Chifuyu pouts like a kicked puppy, but only for a second. Then his expression softens.
“Look,” he says quietly “All jokes aside… I get it. It hurts. Seeing someone you like with someone else hurts like hell.”
You drop your gaze a little.
“But,” he continues, “Draken isn’t doing it on purpose. He’s an idiot, not evil.”
“…I know.”
“And he’s definitely not over you.” Chifuyu adds “I saw his face when he watched you leave earlier. He looked… lost.”
Your heart stutters.
“You think so?” you ask quietly.
Chifuyu nods “Yeah. And if he doesn’t get his head straight soon… I’ll kick his ass.”
You snort “Please don’t. He’s too tall for you.”
“Fine. I’ll kick his shins.” He smirks “He can’t block those.”
You laugh, small but real, the first one in days.
Chifuyu smiles too.
Then he nudges your arm lightly “No matter what, you’re not alone, okay? Don’t carry this by yourself.”
You nod softly.
And for the first time in a while… you feel like you can breathe.
The next day is Saturday, so school is closed. Still, you wake up early, because you have something to do.
Or… someone to thank.
You remember everything Chifuyu did yesterday… listening, staying with you, making you laugh even with his terrible plans. He didn’t judge you. He didn’t push you. He didn’t betray your trust.
So you prepare a small lunch box for him, and grab a manga volume you know he’s been looking for. Then you head to the place Toman usually meets on weekends.
The moment you enter, you feel dozens of eyes on you.
You sigh.
“Great,” you whisper to yourself, “middle school fangirls energy again…”
Chifuyu is the first to notice you “Y/N? What are you—?”
You hold out the food and manga to him “This is to thank you. For yesterday.”
He blinks, surprised “Seriously? This is for me?”
“Yes,” you say, smiling “You deserve it.”
Behind you, Draken sees everything.
He doesn’t get jealous. He knows Chifuyu wouldn’t cross that line with you, and not with him.
And that’s exactly why Draken’s stomach knots up.
Because if you’re going to Chifuyu instead of him… then something is really wrong.
Something he hasn’t noticed. Something he should’ve noticed.
He watches you quietly, jaw tight.
Chifuyu pulls you a little closer and whispers, “So you went with the fake boyfriend idea?”
“NO!” you yell, exhausted by his nonsense.
Chifuyu bursts out laughing, holding his stomach. Even some of the captains look over, confused.
Then he stops laughing, leans slightly, and whispers again “Anyway… he’s staring.”
You don’t need to look to know who he means.
“Everyone here stares…” you mutter “Every time I walk in here it’s like walking into a room full of middle school fangirls.”
Chifuyu snorts “Except the fangirls have tattoos and bikes.”
“Exactly.”
You straighten your bag and step back.
“I’m leaving,” you say.
“This…” you hand him another bag “…these are sweets for everyone. Give it to them.”
Chifuyu looks at the bag “For… everyone?”
“As an apology,” you say, shrugging “For making you go against Toman morals yesterday, or whatever you call that.” Your smile softens “So, thank you again.”
You wink at him in a funny friendly way and so you turn, wave at the others, including Draken, and walk out.
Behind you, the captains gather around Chifuyu like excited crows.
“You got sweets?”
“She made that for us?”
“Aww damn she’s so nice.”
“You got more than us… you lucky bastard—”
But Draken isn’t interested in the sweets. He just watches you walk away, his expression unreadable.
Something in his chest tightens painfully.
Because… you’re not looking at him. You’re not smiling at him. You’re not talking to him.
And you didn’t even come here for him.
His fingers curl into fists.
Mia’s face flashes in his mind… and suddenly it feels wrong. Stupid. Pointless.
And he realizes something he should’ve seen from the start: He’s losing you.
Not to another guy. Not even to Chifuyu.
He’s losing you because he wasn’t there when you needed him.
And now… He doesn’t know how to get you back.
Monday feels heavier than usual.
You walk through the school gates with your headphones on, determined to ignore everything, especially your own feelings. You head toward your classroom, hoping to slip in unseen, unchanged, unnoticed.
But of course… nothing goes the way you want lately.
You turn the corner and nearly bump straight into Draken.
He stands there like he’s been waiting, like he knew exactly where you’d be.
Your heart jumps, but you keep your face neutral.
“…Morning.” you mutter, stepping aside.
He opens his mouth, clearly about to say something, but before he even gets the chance…
“Draken-kun~~~~!”
Mia.
You don’t even turn toward her voice, you just close your eyes for a second, breathe out slowly, and try not to groan.
She appears beside him like a glittery shadow, grabbing his sleeve, smiling up at him like she’s the main character.
“Did you wait for me? We should walk to class toge—”
“No.” Draken says immediately, tugging his arm free.
You almost look at him for that.
Almost.
But then Mia notices you and her smile tightens “Oh. You’re here too.”
“Unfortunately…” you say, monotone “Don’t mind me.”
You start walking again. You don’t have the energy to deal with her, and honestly, you don’t want to deal with him either. If he doesn’t dislike her company, then who are you to interfere?
Behind you, Mia giggles nervously and clings to his arm again “Draken-kun, don’t go after her again. She’s been so weird lately, maybe give her some space.”
Draken pulls his arm away so sharply that even Mia stops talking. And when you glance back, his eyes are on you, not her.
They follow you with a frustration that could crack cement.
You keep walking. You’re almost at the staircase when you hear “Y/N.”
You pretend you didn’t.
“Y/N.”
You walk faster.
“Y/N!”
His voice is sharper this time, and you stop, mostly because everyone in the hallway is staring now.
Slowly, you turn around.
He’s right behind you, breathing hard like he’s been holding everything in for days. People watch the two of you with wide eyes, whispering. Even Mia freezes a few steps back, her expression uncertain.
“Why…” Draken says, jaw tight, “…are you avoiding me?”
You fold your arms “I’m not.”
“Bullshit.”
Your eyes widen slightly, Draken doesn’t snap. He doesn’t raise his voice. Not at you.
“Every time I try to talk to you,” he continues, stepping closer, “you disappear. You leave. You act like I’m not even here. Like I did something but you won’t tell me what.”
His voice isn’t angry. It’s strained. Thinner than usual. Almost… hurt.
You swallow.
Behind him, Mia looks stunned, like she never expected him to chase after anyone, let alone you.
“I—” you start.
But he cuts in.
“And yesterday,” he says, “you came to the meeting… for Chifuyu.”
People murmur at that.
Chifuyu, who is also in the hallway, flinches like he wasn’t prepared to be mentioned.
Draken’s eyes stay locked on yours.
“You waved but you didn’t even look at me.” he says quietly “Not once.”
Your lips part. You want to say something… anything, but your mind goes blank.
He steps even closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear “Just tell me what I did.”
You tense.
“I can’t fix it if you won’t talk to me,” he says “I’m not a damn mind reader.”
His words hit you harder than you expect. Because up until now, he looked calm… annoyed, maybe, or confused, but now he looks desperate.
That’s what makes you freeze, and he sees it, and something inside him finally snaps.
“Y/N…” he breathes, “just stop running away from me.”
The hallway is silent.
Even your heartbeat seems loud.
This is the first time Draken has ever raised his voice because of you. The first time he’s ever chased you. The first time he’s ever looked at you like losing you is something he genuinely fears.
And it leaves you speechless.
Because the one thing you promised yourself was to not make things complicated.
And here he is… making it impossible.
For a moment, no one moves.
The hallway is frozen, like every student simultaneously forgot how to breathe. You included.
Mia is the first to sputter back to life “D-Draken-kun… why are you— this isn’t— she’s obviously just—”
Her voice shakes, but she pushes forward anyway “You shouldn’t let her talk to you like that. I mean, she’s the one who’s been acting weird, so if she doesn’t want to talk—”
“Mia.” Draken doesn’t look at her. Doesn’t even blink in her direction.
His tone is flat and dead cold.
Every student nearby shivers like someone opened a freezer door.
She forces a laugh “I’m just saying! I mean… you don’t need to go after her. I’m right here, I—”
“I said,” Draken repeats, jaw clenching, “Mia.”
Finally, slowly, he turns his head.
You’ve never seen him look at anyone like that.
Not with anger or irritation, just complete, sharp, merciless clarity “You need to stop.”
The hallway gasps again.
Mia’s smile falters “Stop… what…?”
“Talking.”
Her face goes pale.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he continues, tone low but cutting straight through the noise “You don’t know what’s going on. And right now, you’re making it worse.”
Your breath catches.
He isn’t defending Mia.
He isn’t protecting her feelings.
He’s defending you.
In front of the whole hallway.
And Mia finally steps back.
A few students whisper…
You feel your throat tighten.
Everything is too loud and too quiet at the same time. You want to move but your legs feel rooted.
Then Draken turns back to you and the moment your eyes meet, something in his expression softens, enough that only you see it.
“Come here” he says.
Not a command but a request presented with a sense of exasperation.
You still can’t move.
So he moves instead.
He reaches out, carefully, and takes your hand. Fingers sliding between yours like he’s done it a thousand times, even though he never has.
The hallway collectively stops breathing.
Mia’s jaw drops. Chifuyu’s eyes nearly fall out of his skull but he smiles. Someone actually squeaks.
But Draken doesn’t care.
His grip is warm, steady, desperate in a way he won’t admit aloud.
“Let’s talk,” he says, voice quieter now “Not here.”
You nod before you can think.
He pulls you gently, guiding you, like he’s afraid if he lets go, you’ll bolt again.
Down the hallway. Up the stairs. And then the rooftop door squeaks open.
The cold air hits you instantly and wakes up all your nerves.
Draken lets go of your hand only when he closes the door behind you… and locks it.
You stare at him.
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing like he’s trying to untangle every knot in his brain.
And then he stops in front of you.
“For real,” he says, voice low and heavy, “just tell me why you’re avoiding me.”
Your stomach knots.
He waits.
For once, he doesn’t try to guess. Doesn’t make assumptions. Doesn’t try to fix it with some blunt sentence.
He just waits for you, but your voice doesn’t come out, so he continues.
“Every day,” he says quietly, eyes on yours, “I look for you. I wait for you. I check my phone. And you’re just… gone.”
You inhale sharply.
He steps closer.
“And you let Chifuyu help you.” There’s something almost wounded in that tone “You always come to me. Always. So what changed?”
Your heart twists.
He exhales, frustrated.
“Did I do something? Did I piss you off? Did I—” He cuts himself off. His jaw clenches. His shoulders rise with a breath he holds like he’s bracing for impact “…Did I make you feel like you’re not important to me?”
The wind stings your eyes, this is the first time you’ve ever heard his voice shake.
He runs a hand down his face.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters “I don’t know how to fix something when you won’t even look at me.”
You swallow hard.
Your eyes sting again.
The weight of everything… all the days of avoidance, the lies, the jealousy, the hurt… presses on your ribs until you can barely breathe.
He notices.
His expression softens again, that same softness he hides from everyone.
“Y/N,” he says gently, stepping closer still, “I’m right here. Just tell me what I did.”
Silence.
You can feel every emotion you've buried threatening to break through your chest.
And Draken waits, eyes locked on yours, like your answer is the only thing that matters in the world right now.
You look away first, your heart is pounding everywhere, in your throat, in your ribs, in your fingertips.
“I’m fine.” you whisper.
Lie.
A weak one.
But it’s the only thing you manage to push out.
Draken’s jaw tightens “Try again.”
You swallow “I’m just busy—”
“Y/N.”
Your name sounds like a warning. Not angry… just impossible to lie to.
He steps closer. You take half a step back.
He notices.
His voice drops even lower “…Why are you moving away from me?”
Your chest aches.
You force out another lie, even though your voice cracks, “I’m not—”
“Stop.” he isn’t yelling, but his voice hits you like a punch “Just stop.”
Your breath shakes.
He takes your chin gently to guide your eyes back to his.
And you break a little more because of it.
“Look at me” he says quietly.
You do, even though it hurts.
He searches your face like he’s reading every thought you’re trying to bury.
Then he exhales, slow and frustrated “Why won’t you trust me with whatever’s going on?”
You feel the pressure in your throat, the sting behind your eyes and the fear of saying something that hurts worse.
So you go for another lie “Really, Draken, it’s nothing…”
And that’s when his calm snaps.
“Nothing?!” His voice rises, raw and sharp “You disappear. You avoid me. You act like seeing me is some kind of problem. You don’t talk. You don’t text. And you think that’s nothing?!”
The wind steals the air from your lungs.
You whisper, “It’s not your fault…”
“That doesn’t make it better!” he shoots back “Because if it’s not my fault, then what? You just don’t want me around anymore?”
You flinch and say nothing.
His voice softens instantly, his anger turning into fear “…Is that it?”
Your eyes widen “No! No, it’s not— I didn’t—”
“Then what?!” he pushes “What could possibly make you think you have to run away from me?”
You open your mouth but nothing comes out. You know you can’t lie anymore.
Your voice finally cracks “Because you didn’t need me anymore.”
His entire expression freezes.
Your breath shakes.
“You had Mia,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady, failing miserably “You didn’t wait for me. You didn’t come find me. You didn’t even notice I wasn’t there anymore. You just… let her take up all your time.”
Draken blinks, stunned.
“And I know it’s stupid,” you continue, wiping your eyes with your sleeve “And maybe I’m dramatic or whatever, but every time I saw her with you… every time I saw you let her talk to you, or let her touch you, or that you didn’t meet me because she stopped you—”
Your voice breaks “I felt like I didn’t matter.”
He stares at you like someone just knocked the world out from under him “…Y/N.”
You shake your head, backing up again “I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t want to get in the way. And I didn’t want to be the clingy girl who gets jealous and ruins everything…”
“Ruins what?” Draken snaps, stepping toward you “You think you could ruin anything?”
Your throat tightens.
He continues, voice rough with disbelief, “You think you being upset is annoying to me? You think I wouldn’t choose hearing your stupid jealousy over dealing with that girl for ten minutes?!”
You blink. He’s breathing hard now.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he asks, voice dropping “Why didn’t you just tell me you felt like that?”
“Because it’s embarrassing,” you choke out “And I didn’t want you to laugh or think I’m ridiculous—”
“Have I ever laughed at you?” he says, hurt “Ever?”
You lower your gaze.
Silence.
Then he steps closer and takes both your hands in his big, warm, trembling ones.
He lifts your hands to his chest, pressing them over his heartbeat like he wants you to feel it.
“You matter to me,” he says quietly “More than anyone.”
Your breath stops.
“And it scares me that you didn’t know that.”
Your knees almost give out.
He continues before you can talk “I didn’t shut Mia down fast enough because I didn’t expect her to act like that. I didn’t ignore you on purpose. I didn’t stop waiting for you. I just… I messed up. I didn’t realize how it looked. I didn’t think you’d ever think you weren’t important to me.”
Your heart twists painfully.
“And the fact that you did think that?” his voice cracks “That hurts more than you hiding from me all this time.”
You open your mouth, but he shakes his head slightly and steps even closer, forehead almost touching yours.
“Y/N,” he breathes, “I’m angry because I care. I’m angry because you didn’t come to me. I’m angry because you thought I wouldn’t choose you.”
Your lips part.
Then he finally confesses, “I like you,” he murmurs “Way more than I should. Way more than I know how to handle. And watching you walk away from me every day felt like someone was ripping something out of my chest.”
Your eyes burn.
You whisper, “You… you like me?”
He huffs a laugh… frustrated, breathless, unfairly soft “I thought it was obvious.”
“It wasn’t!”
“Well it is now,” he mutters, cheeks slightly pink “And I’m not letting you run away again.”
He lifts one hand, wiping your cheek with his thumb.
“Your turn,” he says gently “Say it back.”
Your breath catches.
“I like you…” you whisper.
“Louder.”
“I like you, Draken.”
He closes his eyes for a second, like he needed to hear it, like he’s been waiting forever.
Then he leans his forehead against yours and whispers “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
Your breath is still uneven. Your cheeks are still wet. Your heart is beating so hard you’re sure he can feel it through your joined hands.
Draken’s forehead is still resting against yours, his fingers warm on your cheek, his other hand still clutching yours like he’s terrified you’ll vanish again.
Neither of you speak.
The confession hangs between you… hot, heavy, impossible to ignore.
Then you notice the way his gaze drops.
Slowly. Almost shy. From your eyes… to your lips.
Your stomach flips so hard you almost lose balance.
He sees your reaction. His thumb brushes your cheekbone again, gentler this time, like he’s memorizing the shape of you.
“Y/N.” he murmurs.
You look up.
His voice drops even lower, like the words are almost too dangerous to say out loud “Can I…?” he doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to.
Your fingers tighten around his shirt.
And that tiny movement, that little pull, is all he needs.
He leans in slowly at first, giving you every second to stop him if you want to, but you don’t.
Your breath mixes with his. Your hands slide up to his chest, then to the sides of his jacket. His nose brushes yours and your eyes flutter shut and then he kisses you.
It’s not rough. Not rushed. Not anything like the Draken everyone else sees.
It’s soft. Warm. Careful in a way that makes your heart burst open.
His lips move slowly against yours, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid to hurt you or take too much. His hand cups the back of your head, steady and protective, and he pulls you in with a gentle firmness that feels like: I finally have you and I’m not losing you again.
You make a tiny sound and he reacts immediately, kissing you deeper, pulling you closer, pressing his forehead to yours between breaths.
Your hands climb up to his neck, fingers brushing the shaved side of his head, and he shivers.
“Careful…” he murmurs against your lips, voice rough, “If you do that, I won’t want to stop.”
You smile, breathless, and pull him back in.
He soft sighs into your mouth and kisses you again, slower this time, like he wants to memorise every second.
Time stops.
Only when you finally pull away for air does he open his eyes, and he looks wrecked. Good wrecked. Like one more kiss might actually kill him in the best way.
He touches your face again with both hands this time, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and he whispers “…Don’t ever walk away from me like that again.”
Your voice is soft but sure “I won’t.”
He nods slightly, forehead touching yours again.
“Good,” he exhales, like a promise, “because I’m not letting anyone else have you.”
Then he kisses you again, slower and softer, like he has all the time in the world.
Draken walks you back down the stairs, one hand still holding yours like he’s afraid you’ll fade if he lets go.
At the classroom door, he squeezes your hand once.
“I’ll be here when class ends” he says quietly.
You smile “Okay.”
He hesitates for a second, then leans in and whispers against your ear “Don’t run away again. Please.”
Your cheeks burn. You nod fast. He smirks and lets you go.
The second the bell rings, your heart jumps.
You check your hair in your phone reflection (twice), shove your books into your bag (messily), and speed-walk out the door.
Draken is right there, leaning casually against the wall, talking with Chifuyu and Takemichi.
He looks up the second he hears your steps and he softens, with a tiny, private smile only for you.
You walk toward them quietly so you don’t interrupt, but Chifuyu sees you first.
“Oh! Y/N!” he grins, waving way too dramatically “Draken told us the good news!”
You blink “The… good news?”
Takemichi nods excitedly, almost sparkling “A-Ah— congratulations! Really! I’m glad!”
Then Chifuyu throws his arm around Draken’s shoulder and announces “Now you don’t need me to pretend to be your boyfriend anymore!”
Your jaw DROPS.
Draken chokes on his own breath.
Takemichi turns red.
You punch Chifuyu’s shoulder… not softly “CHIFUYU! I never wanted that! Your ideas are stupid!”
Takemichi bursts out laughing like that was the most correct sentence he ever heard.
Even Draken is smiling… an amused, fond smile he tries to hide behind his hand.
Chifuyu rubs his shoulder “Owww! Okay okay, but you did come to me for emotional support, so I still win.”
You glare. He grins.
Then Chifuyu nudges Takemichi “Come on. Let’s give them space.”
Takemichi nods and they both walk off, whispering and giggling like middle-schoolers.
Leaving you and Draken alone.
Draken doesn’t waste a second.
He reaches for your hand gently and starts walking with you toward the gates.
“Let’s go,” he says, voice low and warm “Before someone else interrupts.”
You smile and squeeze his fingers.
But as soon as you step outside the main doors…
She’s there.
Mia.
Standing stiff, holding a notebook to her chest, eyes locked on Draken like she’s been waiting forever.
Her smile dies the moment she sees your joined hands.
“Draken-kun,” she says softly, voice trembling, “can we… talk?”
Draken stops walking.
You slowly try to pull your hand away, but he tightens his grip immediately. He won’t let go.
Mia’s eyes flick to your hands again, then she forces a small smile “I didn’t know you were… with Y/N-san. You didn’t tell me anything, so I kept thinking—”
“Mia,” Draken cuts her off, his tone is calm, but firm “We need to clear something up.”
She stiffens.
He steps a little in front of you, not to hide you, but to shield you from whatever she might say.
“I should’ve said something earlier,” he admits “But I wasn’t interested. Not in the way you thought.”
Her fingers tighten on her notebook.
“But… you always let me talk to you. You walked with me. I thought that meant—”
“I was being polite,” he says gently “Too polite, maybe. I didn’t realise I was giving you the wrong idea.”
You feel him squeeze your hand again, like he wants you to know he means every word.
Mia bites her lip “Then… why her? What does she have that I—”
“It’s not a competition,” Draken says immediately “But she’s the one I want.”
Your heart stops.
Mia’s face falls, a tiny crack in her expression, and she looks down at her shoes.
“Oh…” she whispers.
She swallows hard. Her shoulders slump.
“I didn’t know,” she says “I… I thought maybe if I tried harder, you’d see me.”
You feel a pang of sympathy, because she looks genuinely hurt, not angry.
Draken softens his tone just a bit “I’m sorry for not being clear earlier.”
Mia nods slowly “I understand.”
She bows slightly to both of you, even though her eyes are watery.
“Good luck.” she says quietly.
Then she turns and walks away.
Slow. Sad.
You watch her go, feeling strange and heavy.
Draken waits until she’s completely out of sight before he turns back to you.
He brushes his thumb over your knuckles.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
You nod. Then you whisper the truth “I’m happier than I’ve been in weeks.”
He leans in, his forehead touching yours again, voice low enough that only you can hear “Good. Because I meant it, I’m not letting you go again.”
Then he kisses your temple and pulls you closer as he walks you home.
EPILOGUE — Mikey Finds Out
Mikey is sitting on the hood of his bike, legs swinging, chewing on a dorayaki like it’s the most important task of the day.
He looks up the second Draken approaches.
“Yo. You’re late.” Mikey says with his mouth full.
Draken crosses his arms, expression somewhere between tired and strangely… peaceful “I had to talk to someone.”
Mikey narrows his eyes like this is suspicious enough to require immediate interrogation “...Who? And why does your face look like you won a fight and lost one at the same time?”
Draken sighs “I didn’t fight anyone.”
“Lame.”
A pause. Draken stares at him, then finally just says it because there’s no point dragging it out with Mikey “It’s about her.”
Mikey stops chewing.
Blink.
Blink blink.
“…Y/N? The girl you always get weird about?”
Draken turns away, rubbing his neck “I don’t ‘get weird.’”
“Bro, you literally do.” Mikey replies without hesitation.
For a moment Draken doesn’t answer. Mikey watches him carefully now, the way only someone who’s known him practically forever can.
And then Draken says it, soft but firm “She’s my girlfriend now.”
Mikey freezes. His eyes go blank like someone pulled the plug from his brain. Draken waits. Mikey continues to freeze. Draken waits more.
“…Mikey?”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!?!?!?”
He explodes like a firecracker, falling off the bike hood with a loud thud. Draken’s entire soul leaves his body out of embarrassment.
“You WHAT?! WHEN?! HOW?! WHY WASN’T I INFORMED?!” Mikey shouts from the ground, arms flailing like a dramatic sea creature.
“I don’t need to announce my relationship statuses!” Draken shoots back.
“Yes you do!! I’m the leader!! That means I should be told EVERYTHING!” Mikey insists, climbing back up like he’s scaling a mountain.
Draken snorts “It literally doesn’t.”
Mikey ignores him completely, stepping uncomfortably close to peer up at his face “You like her that much?”
Draken’s chest tightens, but he nods “Yeah. I do.”
Mikey’s expression softens instantly, the switch from chaos goblin to earnest friend so abrupt it’s emotional whiplash.
“Good,” he says simply “You deserve someone who looks at you the way you look at her.”
Draken looks away, ears pink “Shut up.”
Mikey grins “Nope! Also, you need to go on a double date with Takemichi and his girl. Immediately.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Draken groans “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re in love.” Mikey sings.
But eventually he stops and nudges Draken’s arm lightly, voice warm and sincere “I’m happy for you. Really.”
Draken lets out a long breath “…Thanks, Mikey.”
Mikey smirks “Now tell me everything. Every detail. I want the whole story. Start with the rooftop. Takemichi and Chifuyu told me there was yelling.”
[ ᡣ . ٜ̥ .ྀི 𑁩ཾיִ ] :: it’s late at night and you try to cuddle with trueform!sukuna. keyword; try.
tags. fluff, angst(&comfort), miscommunication-ish, reader is called ‘doll’ :: wc. 1.2k
“what are you trying to do?” sukuna sighs.
you’re up to something again, he figures. his red eyes follow your body as it crawls up to him on the bed.
you’re both tired after a long day of fulfilling some duties here and there around the estate. all you need is a big beefy man wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm and safe.
the perfect man for that is none other than sukuna. those four arms of his wrapped around your small body feel like heaven.
“it’s called cuddling,” you retort. the sarcastic tone you used triggers a deep sigh from the sorcerer.
sukuna holds back the urge to say something sarcastic back.
he doesn’t utter a single word once you snuggle up to his chest. you’ve taught him how to cuddle during the first time you asked him to hold you. sukuna was awkward with showing any type of affection back then.
he still very much is.
“hug, please,” you remind him.
the cold-hearted man scoffs, though listens to your polite request. all four of his arms imprison you against his chest, your small body nearly disappearing behind his limbs.
that’s what you like most about those cuddles you share together; how you fit so perfectly in his strong arms. it’s much more comforting than you thought it’d be.
a pair of hands rests on your waist, the other pair on your hips. sukuna glances down at you and immediately notices that smile on your lips. even after all this time, he still can’t fathom why you’re so carefree around a monster like him.
and that inability to understand you and your love for him is accompanied by an urge to push you away.
“you got your hug, now get up,” sukuna interrupts the silence.
his voice is cold and devoid of emotion—he uses that voice when he talks to other people. not with you, “i have better things to attend to.”
it hurts when he talks to you like that. like you’re not the person he secretly cherishes most. though, you remind yourself of sukuna’s own words. the ones you heard him say a while ago.
‘love is meaningless’, he said.
you remember. and yet you kept hoping that he’d change his mind about that statement. you hoped and eventually saw exactly that: your presence and your affectionate gestures mellowed his heart of steel.
but all that effort seems to go down the drain every time sukuna pushes you away.
you know it’s because he’s unfamiliar with the feelings of love. he may not say it nor show it, but you know that sukuna’s afraid of hurting you. so, he creates a gap between you two every now and then.
you know and yet you’re patient.
“oh, ‘kay,” you nod in understanding. you pull away from his embrace and get up from the bed. your bottom lip trembles.
sukuna is not gullible. he’s anything but oblivious. especially if it’s about how you feel and act. he notices every single change in your mood; whether you mask it or not.
you walk to the sliding doors—ready to open them and step out into the hallway. your eyes are a bit watery, but you quickly blink the tears away and take a deep breath in. you reach for the door.
“. . . come back here, woman.”
sukuna’s booming voice makes you stop. you glance at his form over your shoulder. he’s leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.
is he. . . upset?
“why? you said you had better things to attend to.” you answer with a shrug. you try your best to not make it seem like his earlier words had effected you.
you turn your head towards the word with a huff, “go on, then.”
sukuna narrows his eyes. he sucks at communicating what he actually desires—what he actually wants. right now that want is for you to stay. even though that completely contradicts his previous words.
he doesn’t know what to do. when you’re with him, he pushes you away out of guilt. when you’re away, he wants you back with him.
love is complicated.
“you. . .” sukuna grunts in frustration. all those feelings for you inside of his heart are playing with his rational thoughts. he doesn’t like seeing you upset. he wants the usual you back, “tsk. fine then.”
silence, followed by the creaking of the bed frame. seems like sukuna’s getting up to do whatever ‘business’ he needed to attend. at least, that’s what you thought.
you slide the door open and set a foot outside of the chambers. before the other can follow, you’re suddenly lifted up in the air by a strong pair of hands. your vision turns upside down as your body is effortlessly hoisted onto a shoulder.
“woah!” you gasp and feel the blood go to your head.
your eyes are fixed on the broad back you’re facing. you kick your legs in protest, but only get a smack to your ass in response.
you whine at that, “ngh, put me down!”
“watch it, doll,” sukuna hisses at your fierce demand, a warning to fix your tone. he puts you back down on the soft mattress. he’s surprisingly gentle when he settles you in place—not throwing you on the bed or anything similar, “should’ve listened when i told you the first time.”
your eyes meet sukuna’s and you notice how much they’ve softened. that alone makes the lump in your throat disappear. your love for him isn’t one sided—you’ve always kept that in the back of your mind—yet your thoughts made you overlook the little things he does for you.
his actions speak louder than his words. that’s the kind of man he is. sukuna’s trying to open up more, though that process is slow. you’re fine with that.
especially when there’s that faint pout on his lips as he stares at you. his eyebrows are still furrowed, his crimson eyes sharp yet warm.
“oooh… you want me back in bed this bad?” you tease once you get the opportunity.
the man in front of you clicks his tongue and grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning your head up to face him.
sukuna’s eyes are focused on yours. the eye contact is intimidating, but you’re hypnotised. you physically can’t look away.
he leans in and bites your bottom lip with his sharp canines, “shut up.”
that raspy whisper alone confirms your assumption. you giggle at his attempt of refuting your point. you’re used to all those intimidating words and actions he pulls to get you to stop your teasing.
those empty threats—it’s becoming rather cute with how hard he tries to deny everything. he fails nearly every time, however.
“come,” sukuna lays back against the pillows after placing a quick and sloppy kiss against your lips. he pulls your body against his and presses your head against his chest, right where his heart is beating, “continue with your.. ‘cuddling’ thing.”
he put your ear right above his heart, because he remembers listening to his heartbeat calms you down. you told him that a while back. sukuna doesn’t understand why you like it, but his fingers massage your scalp either way.
that’s also something that brings you comfort.
you’re surprised by how much he knows about you, but appreciate it anyway. he remembers both the big and small things about you.
‘and that’s how he probably shows his love,’ you conclude silently.
⌗ TOJI FUSHIGURO / 伏黒 甚爾
mdni. ◞♡ toji sends you nudes the whole day
your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.
morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.
he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.
you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.
so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.
he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.
heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”
you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.
“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.
ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.
with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.
you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.
the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.
shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.
he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.
hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.
you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??
nothing much. same old. miss you.
what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.
toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.
you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.
“open” todo murmurs, tapping his tip to your lips, and you obey, letting him slide into your mouth just as yuji pushes into you from behind. a muffled noise escapes your throat, half protest, half approval, and todo grins down at you taking him in
yuji’s hands settle on your hips, calloused thumbs rubbing slow circles into your skin. “you good?” he asks, voice rough but warm. you nod—or try to—with todo’s grip firm in your hair
“good” todo purrs, watching you melt as yuji rocks into you with a slow, testing thrust. his fingers tighten in your hair, just shy of painful. “but let’s make it better”
you barely have time to process the words before you hear todo’s hands slap together, sharp. the world lurches sideways and suddenly it’s yuji fucking your mouth instead, as todo’s thick length fills you from behind. you gasp around yuji, your back arching as todo laughs, low and satisfied
“told you” todo says, eyes flicking up to look at yuji “technique’s flawless”
yuji presses deeper into your throat as you struggle to adjust, the sudden shift leaving your head spinning. his fingers, previously gripping your hips, now tangle gently in your hair, guiding you with a tenderness that contrasts todo’s rough enthusiasm
“okay, easy” yuji murmurs, his voice thick with restraint “don’t gotta take it all at once”
you can feel the way his thighs tense beneath your palms, the muscles flexing as he holds himself back, letting you set the pace
todo, meanwhile, wastes no time. his hands clamp around your waist, dragging you back onto him with a single, demanding pull that punches a moan from your lungs
“fuck, that’s it” he growls, hips snapping forward, leaving no room for hesitation
the angle is different now, deeper, and you shudder as the stretch burns pleasantly, your fingers scrabbling against yuji’s thighs
yuji exhales sharply through his nose, his own hips twitching forward reflexively at the sound of your muffled whine. his hold on your hair loosens just enough to let you pull back slightly, catching your breath around him before sinking down again, slower this time
“you’re doing so good” he praises, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and the sweetness of it clashes deliciously with the filthy, wet sounds of todo driving into you from behind
todo’s palm cracks against your ass without warning—a loud, stinging slap that jerks a muffled yelp from your throat around yuji. reality warps again, that same dizzying lurch of gravity gone sideways, and suddenly todo is back in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, while yuji replaces him at your back. you shudder as yuji’s hands slide around your waist, his fingers splaying possessively over the fresh sting todo left behind
“absolutely flawless” todo repeats, grinning proudly as he watches your lips stretching wider around him. he rocks forward just enough to make you choke, the salt-bitter taste of him replacing your senses again
yuji’s hands tighten on your waist, his fingers pressing into the heat of todo’s slap as he leans down, his breath warm against your ear
“you like that?” he murmurs, voice roughened by restraint “him switching us up like this?”
you can’t answer—not with todo weighing on your tongue, not with yuji’s thumbs digging into the sore curve of your ass—but your hips rock back instinctively, seeking more friction, and yuji groans
“yeah” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “yeah, you do”
his hand slides lower, fingers teasing your throbbing clit, and your nails dig into todo’s thighs
todo chuckles, deep and approving, as he pulls back just enough to let you gasp for air
“good girl” he rumbles, thumb swiping at the spit clinging to your lower lip
yuji’s fingers curl tighter into your hips, his rhythm stuttering as he presses deeper, the heat of him pulsing against your walls
“i’m close” he grits out, the words strained
you whimper around todo in response, your own pleasure coiling tight in your belly. todo’s grip in your hair tightens, holding you steady as yuji’s thrusts grow erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants against your back
“let go” todo murmurs, his voice thick with amusement
yuji obeys with a groan, his hips slamming forward one last time as he spills inside you, warmth flooding your core. you clench around him, milking him through it, and yuji shudders, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades with a shaky exhale
todo doesn’t give you time to recover—he drags you back by the hair, slipping from your lips with a wet pop just as yuji pulls out, leaving you empty and gasping
“my turn” todo purrs, flipping you onto your back with effortless strength
yuji collapses beside you, still catching his breath, but his fingers find yours, lacing together as todo looms over you, his gaze dark with intent
he doesn’t bother with finesse—just hooks your legs over his shoulders and drives into you in one smooth thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. your hips lift upward instinctively, nails scraping against yuji’s palm as todo sets a brutal pace, his hips pistoning into you with single-minded focus
yuji’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, his touch grounding even as todo wrecks you, the bed creaking beneath his relentless pounding
todo’s rhythm stutters—a single, sharp hitch of his hips—before he buries himself to the hilt with a groan that sounds more like a growl. his fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to bruise as he twitches inside you, the first hot pulse of his release hitting your walls with enough force to make your toes curl
“fuck” he grits out, voice ragged, and you feel it—the way his muscles lock up, the way his breath comes in short, harsh bursts against your neck as he works through it in thick, steady ropes
todo brushes a hand down your thigh, smug satisfaction written all over his face. “can’t believe i’ve never tried that before” he says, like he’s just discovered something life-changing
beside you, yuji lets out a tired laugh, still catching his breath, his fingers lazily tracing over yours where your hands are still tangled together. “you’re saying that like this is about to become a regular thing”
you let out a weak, exhausted sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan, too worn out to argue, and todo glances down at you looking far too pleased with himself
(part of my trueform!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here)
sukuna didn’t do romance, or love, or anything involving emotions, for that matter.
at least that’s what he told himself — constantly denying the fact you drive him crazy.
another thing he didn’t do? gift giving. he thought it was pathetic. no soul on earth was worthy of being given a gift by the king of curses.
apart from you, of course.
his first attempt at giving you a gift was the worst. you remember it vividly, the way he walked into the room casually, like he wasn’t holding a whole human head in one of his overly large hands.
you gasped sharply, covering your mouth with your hand at the sight. "kuna… is that—"
he plopped it right down in front of you, a proud, smug grin on his face like he’d cracked the code of gift giving. “well, woman?" he said, expecting some sort of thank you.
for once, you were completely lost for words.
sukuna’s second attempt at giving you a gift was slightly better, yet not quite… there yet.
after coming back from an errand, he returned to the palace, two arms crossed over his chest as he watched you read quietly in bed. you looked up at him, smiling sweetly, "welcome back."
he hummed, padding closer, reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a dead rose, withered and rotting, crispy petals falling into the floor.
he handed it to you, avoiding direct eye contact for once, one hand scratching the nape of his neck.
it wasn’t perfect, to say the least — but he was trying. that alone, made you happy.
you gently took the rose from his hand, examining it. "a dead rose?…" you asked, looking to sukuna who was watching your reaction like a hawk. "it reminded me of you."
"i remind you of a dead flower?…" you responded, clearing your throat.
he knew he had failed miserably again by your reaction — blood suddenly boiling as he realised how terrible he was at this whole thing.
“i’ll cherish it forever,” you smiled desperately trying to show your appreciation before sukuna goes into one of his moods.
a few days later, sukuna finds you outside, perched in the gardens watching the sun set.
if he failed one more attempt, someone was losing a limb.
he stands in front of you, massive frame blocking your view as he extends his hand, passing you some kind of shiny rock — glimmering under the dim light, small flecks of quartz peeking through.
you take it from him, holding it in your palm and admiring it. when he’d found it, it instantly reminded him of your eyes — shiny and hopeful. stupid. sentimental. completely beneath him.
your fingers trace the surface, “a… stone?”
“it is not just a stone, woman,” he growls, the tips of ears burning faintly, “it has… qualities. it shines. you like shiny, useless things. do not make me explain it further.”
you giggle, standing up, pressing your free hand to his chest. “how thoughtful. i love it, kuna."
he scoffs, though pleased he’d finally found something you somewhat like. “you are easily pleased,” he grumbles, two hands settling possessively on your soft hips.
"most would beg for gold, or a severed head of their enemy… yet you smile at a rock," he adds, yet again, utterly confused by humans and their obscure interests.
"i like it because it’s from you," you say softly, looking up at him with those big, hopeful eyes.
"tch…" he scoffs, pretending like he didn’t enjoy your answer.
a/n; she lowkey ungrateful i love dead roses (also i don’t remember where i got the frame/ art from ugh pls tag the creator if u know!!)
Warnings: +18(mdni) omegaverse, alpha!valko, jealous!Valko, marking/scenting/knotting, pnv, brief mention of anal, mention of blood, licking wound, nicknames (pup, puppy, good girl), naked female/clothed male trope, lemme know if I missed anything
“Should’ve scented you better.”
Through the overwhelming pleasure conquering every single ability you had to form a single thought, Valko’s voice rang out, breathless and rough.
The sound of skin meeting echoed throughout his at-home office, his hips forcefully causing the fat of your ass to ripple with every thrust.
The moment the front door shut behind you, his hands made quick work of your clothes, a trail of ripped clothing leading to his den, his frustration preventing him from even making it to the privacy of your shared bedroom before he had you bent over his desk.
“Nearly tore open his throat when I saw his filthy hands touch you.”
You grimaced at the picture that flashed through your mind. Now was not the time to talk about such gore, but Valko didn’t even seem to flinch, his pace just as unbothered as he was.
“But I knew you wouldn’t like that. Too soft to even hurt a fly, aren’t ya’, pup?”
Your fingers curled over the edge of the desk, your nodding barely noticeable from all the movement that was going on. You wouldn’t try to speak as Valko could prevent you from forming coherent sentences during moments like this.
You nearly went cross-eyed, your saliva pooling under your cheek as it spilled from your parted lips as his tip was suddenly bullying your cervix. The bulge at the base of his cock was starting to swell, stretching your poor cunt even further.
“Such a good, little puppy, coming to me as soon as that wannabe alpha touched you. At the very least I can-ah, fuck…your pussy’s milking the f-fuck outta my cock…” His words caught in his throat when your slick walls clenched around him, a glob of his seed spilling deep inside of you. “Shit, I…I can reward you for being a good girl, yeah?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You spoke the same word like a mantra before catching your breath for a second to say something at least. “…been…so…good, f’you.”
“Yeah, such a good pup for her alpha…touch yourself, play with that pretty pussy, I don’t care. Just make yourself cum before I knot you.”
With a shaky hand, you slowly snuck a hand between your spread legs, your head dropping back onto the desk when your fingers played with your swollen clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open to allow your moans to fill the warm room. The very sound caused a growl to erupt from deep within Valko’s heaving chest.
“Atta girl, pup.”
The added pleasure had your juices dripping down your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of the alpha’s knot.
The two of you could tell you were close, thighs shaking and walls fluttering around him, but something was missing.
Squeezing your ass, the fat spilling from between his fingers, he pulled your asscheeks apart. The sight of your untouched, ring of muscle has his tongue licking a canine, a groan coming from him at the thought of finally claiming all of your holes.
Still, you weren’t ready, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it.
Pooling some saliva in his mouth, he allowed it to dribble onto the ring of muscle before spreading it around with his thumb.
“V-Valko…don’t…”
“Oh, hush now, puppy. I won’t do anything you won’t like, so just relax and cover my dick with your sweet slick.”
A plethora of jumbled-up words slipped past your lips, your body warm and sweaty as the pleasure was becoming too much. Rubbing harsher circles onto your bundle of nerves, you squeaked when your entire body shook as you came. Your juices gushed out of you, down your thighs and onto the wooden floor and Valko’s shoes.
While you were still trembling and calling out to him, Valko came with a growl, his cock nestling deep inside of you as his knot swelled, locking you two together. You felt his weight press you down onto the desk as he curled himself over you, a hand coming to settle onto the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing smooth circles onto the skin.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his spare hand running along the length of your thigh as he cooed, whispering sweet words as you came down from your high.
His refractory period always left you surprised, the beast of a man ready to go after a few minutes. Unfortunately, yours was much slower, but he didn’t mind if it meant he could remain buried inside of you.
With little hurry, he pushed himself off of you.
“With how pretty my puppy is, it’s understandable that there’ll be a few that wish to steal her from me.”
Out of breath and with limbs that felt like jelly, you couldn’t fight Valko as he lifted you off the desk, your naked back meeting his clothed figure as he placed your bare feet onto his shoes. He paid no mind as your added weight caused the leather of his expensive shoes to crease. You were grateful his arms were wrapped around your middle otherwise you would’ve faceplanted back onto the wood before you.
“No matter.” He began, only to pause, licking at the mark on your neck. He hummed at the taste of your blood covering every single taste bud. “I’ve no issue keeping you marked, fucked, and knotted if it means it’ll keep those pricks at bay.”
still mad that they cancelled his release, but I hope the fanfics and fanarts never stops. and I hope infold genuinely regrets only listening to their Chinese players instead of also listening to their international players
Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami Kento…snap.
Time: At the same time.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader x Higuruma Hiromi
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, history professor!Nanami, law professor!Higuruma, college AU, you’re such a TEASE, driving them wiId, they’re overworked, they’re older, tutoring, STERN Nanami, fíngering, rings, p sIapping, p talking, chokíng, rídin’ Higuruma’s nose, oraI (m + f), pússydrunk Higuruma, manhandIing, dragging, running from it, bíting, BOTH, fuII neIsons, bIindfolds, guessing, DP, SAME TIME, spítting, DÚMBlFICATlON, cervíx smoochin’, big stretches, they’re FÉRAL, creampíes, cúmpIay, slight cúmfIation, surprise at the end, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 13.2k
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma so…I said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasn’t even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi that’ve made it a challenge to sneak inside—he blames you. He wouldn’t even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure rise…in all sorts of ways.
Nanami’s eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out first…
“Kento.” A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documents—of course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, that’s what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. “Hiromi.”
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanami’s startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, “Are you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?”
“Of course.”
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks at—“I never thought you’d want a history professor’s opinion on an essay about…” He squints at the title, “-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?”
“No- no.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasn’t for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sigh—“Man, I need some coffee today.”
“Understandable.” Nanami pushes his glasses up.
“The machine’s broken, right?”
“Right.”
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
“If it helps, Dean Yaga said it’d be fixed by tomorrow.” Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- “That’s too late, I have tutoring this evening with…” And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. “It’s alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?”
“Of course.” As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasn’t half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he would’ve given it an A—none too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.
After a while of silence, Nanami’s partway through the conclusion when he asks. “Did you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?”
“No, it’s just…” The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. “-this student, you know?”
Nanami nods—he did know. “Trouble student?”
“Not quite.” He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. “Doesn’t attend?”
“No, she attends every class.”
“Then what?” He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. “The legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isn’t actually funny?”
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. “No, no, and no—” Almost gulping. “It’s just that this student is a little…distracting.”
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
“F-forget I said anything-”
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
“I have a student like that, too.”
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. “Oh?”
“My star student, actually.” Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his students’ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. “All hers?”
Nanami nods, “So diligent that it’s almost distracting.”
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. “Mine, too.” He starts—“Never have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.”
“Mine’s basically set up a tent in my office.” Nanami chuckles- though he can’t deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. “Always taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-”
“Always first in class and last to leave?”
“Exactly.” Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes he’d bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckin’ hard.
But Higuruma didn’t need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonder…
“Always wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?”
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it reads—yours. Ultimately, he continues—“A-always sittin’ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?”
Nanami nods. “Always leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.”
There’s a slight hardening within Higuruma’s eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - it’s almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. “Always wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?”
“She wears baby pink for me.” Nanami can’t help but smile.
“Fuck.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didn’t know any better then he would’ve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. “And her panties-”
“Matching set.” Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows he’s some ol’ pervert for this.
He knows he is.
But he also knows about the smile that’d spread across your face the moment you’d realized he’d seen. “Bent over too low when picking her pen up one class.”
“Fucking—fuck.” Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pants–he’s forced to manspread under the table a little more. “She’s a needy lil’ thing, isn’t she?”
“That’s putting it lightly.” Higuruma’s lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. “Wanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?”
“Believe she’s thought of both of us at the same time?”
“Don’t even say that-” The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, “I have tutoring with her this evening. If I can’t even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what d’you think will happen if I’m thinking of that—?”
“Oh…” Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. “-maybe that won’t be an issue.”
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, “How so?”
“What time is your tutoring with her?”
“You mean…”
The blond man shrugs coyly- “I’m not implying anything…but which one of us two do you think is her favorite?”
“And people think you’re the gentleman of us two.” Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems you’d opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hours—when the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? “I’m most definitely the favorite, by the way-”
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesn’t catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. “Does she call you ‘sir’, too?”
“She does.”
“Well, then we’ll find out, won’t we?”
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The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over again…(and you gladly would). Higuruma’s justice classes made you…wet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered n’ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.
On the other hand was your history professor.
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyes—twinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - you’ve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadn’t been intentional to join both their classes- honest!
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacher’s pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why you’d been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.
Invigilated tutoring?
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that you’d been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decision—right up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didn’t.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than you’d ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. It’s been about half an hour since the start of today’s tuition. Higuruma’s office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the light—down knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didn’t want to risk Higuruma’s job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldn’t do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadn’t leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted to…
The professor looks down at his watch, “He’s late.”
You’re glancing at the closed door, “Maybe the invigilator isn’t coming?”
“Oh, he will.” Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Trust me, he won’t miss this.”
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
It’s about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door you’ve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realize—
It’s Professor Nanami.
“Ah- Kento.” Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and you’re nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? “We’ve been waiting.”
He looks at you as he says this.
“I had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.” Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasn’t questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
You’d been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. “Continue.”
“S-sir?” You’re chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
“Continue.” Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound like that—“Just as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.”
“You heard what he said.” Higuruma nods- and now you’re looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. “Continue, angel.”
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so you’re ducking back into your work—
“Your blouse button is undone.”
Slightly gasping, you’re reaching down to fix it-
“No, don’t button it.” He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you can’t pinpoint. You’re looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- “I was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.”
“But-”
“You unbutton it for my class, too, don’t you?” He asks, and you’re unsure what to say-
“Answer when your teacher speaks to you.” Higuruma’s humming tone echoes—and from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, “Or haven’t they taught you that yet?”
“Th-they have.” You’re squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, “And I do.”
“Hm.” With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think you’re in the clear.
For now.
It’s barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
“Your feet are touching his.”
You pull away-
“You’ve been writing the same sentence over and over.”
Your hand pauses-
“Your thighs are parted more so than before.”
Immediately, you’re smacking them back shut again- you hadn’t even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. “And your bra is peeking out.”
“Never seen one before?” You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that you’d very purposefully left open)—
Before Nanami’s voice cuts through again. “Never seen one of yours in black before, is what.” Even as you’re looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesn’t look up from his papers. “What happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?”
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. “Black is my favorite color, remember?”
“How could I forget?” The history professor answers.
“Though I myself am curious about this baby pink of yours…”
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, they’d been dying for this very moment.
To confront how you’d been toying n’ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that they’ve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadn’t known they’d been pushed…to this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sigh—slouching back in your chair. “So you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?”
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. “Sit up straight.”
He’s never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you don’t move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. “You best listen to him now, angel.”
“Oh please.” Fluttering your lashes at them both. “And what’re you gonna do about it?”
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the other’s table, and looks at you.
“Why-” He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. “-teach you a lesson, of course.”
“Both of you?” You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of them—“Do it then.”
And then it’s a blur - you don’t know where Higuruma’s lips end and yours begin. He’s reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.
The tips of his canines start nibblin’ on your lower lip- and you’re kissing him back even deeper. “Shit-” Higuruma’s husky tone scorches across your face, “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.”
“Mmm, you kiss like husband material.” You’re giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.
“Shit- and you talk like trouble.” He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once more—so much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. He’s using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- “May I?” Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappin’ at your sweetest taste. “Shit, you’re really like sugar on my tongue.”
And you’re whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before you’re breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
“And what about you…” You’re kissing down Higuruma’s sharp jawline, looking at the other man who’d been sitting quietly this entire time. “-sir? Haven’t you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?”
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legs—“Kiss? Perhaps.”
And you’re gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. “Perhaps.”
“But I’m a gentleman, my love.” Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body you’ve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. “Which means I’ve thought of far, far worse.”
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiip—!
“Whoops.” Nanami’s thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirt—“I always thought you’d look better without these anyway.”
Before he’s spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblin’ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higuruma’s eyes widen, “Dirty girl.”
Nanami breathes, “No, that’s called being a slut.” And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami ‘Gentleman’ Kento’s words. Before it’s suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearin’ aside your panties and stuffin’ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right ‘round your clit- and when you’re shuddering and unable to take it any longer—he pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. “One thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because I’m gentleman-” And you’d been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didn’t even realize that he’d snaked his hand back down between your legs. “-doesn’t mean that I’m not depraved.”
And he’s ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen n’ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
“Down, darling.”
“Please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for.
But Nanami’s mouth waters already at the sound of it, and he’s keeping it at bay by pushing n’ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. “I said down.”
Head throwing back against his collarbone. “Oh.”
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- “It doesn’t mean that m’not desperate.” Continuing as though your eyes weren’t bulging, as though your legs weren’t shaking, as though you weren’t arching off of his muscular chest. “It doesn’t mean that m’not ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.”
“Y-you mean—” You’re hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kento’s scourin’ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. “-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?”
“It’s not.” He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance n’ spreading you even wider. “I’m nice…”
Adding in a third finger before you’re even registering his second.
“-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.”
“Sh-shit—” Mewling at the top of your lungs, you’re clawing down Nanami’s strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoring—deep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
“Go easy on her, Kento.” Higuruma can’t help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, you’re hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- “Don’t want to break our star student, now, do we?”
Nanami purrs against your temple. “Mmm, I don’t mind.”
“Just remember that she’s tutoring with me.”
The sound of Higuruma’s belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how you’re so glad it did.
Because then you’re greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
He’d taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanami’s rams easily.
Slurps n’ squelches emanating like music.
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacher’s tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanami’s hammerin’ pace seemed to become.
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy o’ hers, would you?”
“Hmmm…I don’t think she deserves it.” And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- “She hasn’t learned her lesson yet, has she?”
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. “I-I have—”
Before yet another thwack! of Nanami’s calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
“I was talking to this pussy, actually.”
And he doesn’t even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openin’ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
You’re so sensitive n’ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelches—every time he’s hitting a spot deep inside your hole. “Mhmm…mmmhm.” You could feel Nanami’s head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussy’s sounds. Just one whine of yours and he’s spankin’ on you once more- “Wait your turn, my love. She’s talking t’me.”
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. “Now that’s just bullying, Kento.”
“Is it?” He’s slappin’ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, “She says it isn’t so.”
You’re sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
“Oh, alright alright-” And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. “Be a little nicer to my dear student, won’t you?”
“Spoiled brat.” Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and he’s tuggin’ and teasing—he’s spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. “And why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Haven’t you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?”
Higuruma groans. “Can’t deny that, angel.” His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.
“Mhmmmm.” The blond-haired man agrees, “Haven’t you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Haven’t you- fuck, haven’t you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping we’d take a peak? Aren’t I right?”
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then you’re answering. “I-I mean-” Attempting to.
“Haven’t you been bendin’ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?”
“Well-”
“And we did.” Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
“Oh, yes we did.” Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- “I’d look forward to our classes everyday, my love. I’d have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldn’t fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.”
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though he’s near to cumming already. “Me- me, too…”
“And you still expect me to be a gentleman?”
You’re restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself and—
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. “Don’t talk when the teacher’s talking, darling.”
And your ears pop with pressure-
He’s hittin’ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves n’ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runnin’ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklin’ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling and—
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, “O-oh my god—right there, Kento.”
“Kento? Who’s Kento?” Nanami doesn’t even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that you’d almost mistake for something sweet. “I think you meant sir-”
“S—fuck.”
“Say it.” He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- “Say it. Call me ‘sir’ or you don’t get to cum.”
“I—”
“Say it.” Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy n’ his mouth drooling at the vision of you—“Say it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.” Hands rubbing faster and faster-
“She deserves to cum, mhm.” Nanami nods. “But do you, huh?”
“I-I do.” You’re nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and again—
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creamin’ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblin’ divot to stop from cumming already.
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked n’ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanami’s hands, and underneath Higuruma’s gaze. So you can’t help but let your lips wobble open—“P-please let me cum-” Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. “-sirs.”
The two older men look at each other.
“Sirs?” Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
“She just begged for both of us.” Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperin’ like this, and he continues. “Alright then, you slutty pussy.”
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
It’s so strong that you’re seeing white behind your eyelids—and your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professors’ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as you’re thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasn’t already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittin’ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanami’s shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanami’s open thighs with all your sap—Higuruma eyes the mess and gulps. “Kento, give me a taste of that.”
Nanami scoffs. “In due time.”
“Kento, I need her pussy on my face now.”
Slowly but surely, you’re fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
“Hiromi?” You’re blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- “I mean- sir?”
Higuruma shivers, “You trained her well, Kento.”
“Mhmmm—” Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
“Maybe now it’s time for a reward then, huh?”
You’re perking up. “Yes, please.”
Nanami snickers. “You spoil her.”
And in almost no time, you’re finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-
At least, that’s what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way you’re squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. “Can you turn around and hold the headrest f’me, angel? Be a good girl f’me?”
“A-alright?” Confused, you’re just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
“Mmm, good.” Higuruma admires the view. “Arch that back just a little more f’me now, alright?”
“Like this?”
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
“Mhmmm.”
And Nanami’s the first to mutter to himself, “Don’t tell me you’re…” He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seat—“Hiromi, you dirty dog.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Steadily, Higuruma’s kneeling on the floor.
There’s no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvin’ up the slit of your pussy. He’s using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his face—“Mhmmm—spread those legs.”
He’s muttering.
He’s spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higuruma’s running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess he’s made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that you’ve made.
You’re whining as Higuruma’s textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- you’re still so sensitive from the massage that Nanami’s fingers had simmered into you. And you’re trembling your thighs further open, “P-please- fuck-”
“I’m a lawyer so I’m really good with my tongue, y’know?” Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. “But that means my fees are high, too-”
“A-and what are your fees?” You’re sobbing out.
“Mmmm…” He takes the time to think—and by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadin’ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out n’ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. “Ride my nose raw, sugar.”
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesn’t belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higuruma’s thumbin’ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channel—mazing and mazing inside that it’s as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if you’re whining for mercy- “A-aren’t you supposed to be the nice one, sir?”
“Spoiled.” Nanami’s voice echoes from the distance.
“Mmm- keep calling me that, yeah?” Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. “And no—”
“No?”
“I am being nice by letting you ride my nose, aren’t I?” His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. “I know how much you’ve wanted to ride it-”
“Hiromi-”
“Ever since ya fuckin’ met me, huh?” His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbin’ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. “Ever since ya first saw me- don’t think I didn’t see how you stared at me.”
You’re clawing further up the headrest. “B-but how did you know-”
“Oh, angel…” Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- “If I was wrong then you wouldn’t be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.”
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
“And I don’t need to.”
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts rammin’ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juices—any time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. “Harder.”
“I-I am-”
“Faster.”
“Fuck-”
“Raw, I said raw.”
Practically addicted to it.
He’s pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
“Didn’t forget about me now, did you?”
Nanami Kento sounds the closest he’s been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and you’re opening them to find that he was actually…standing right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professor’s crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then you’d be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. “K-Kento?”
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, “Only a few minutes with your nice teacher n’ you’ve already forgotten your manners, my love?” His hand falls to his formal pants, “Guess we have to go back to lesson one.”
“O-oh…”
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floor—clink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesn’t take too long before you’re face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
“Did you know she gets sweeter n’ sweeter the wetter she gets?” Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! “And you won’t believe it…but right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.”
“Is that so?” Nanami’s nose crinkles as he looks down at you. He’s admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. “Filthy girl.”
You shiver. “C-can’t help it-”
“Ah ah—not another word out of you.” The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- “I expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-”
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissin’ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. You’re almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside again—then in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probin’ back in again.
Higuruma’s just being so loud-
“-and when this pussy is speaking.” The rest of the history professor’s sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that you’d almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalp—one that he’d now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, you’re salivating all over his clothed cock.
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge n’ vein along his shaft.
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanami’s round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
“Hey now…” Higuruma’s choked-up tone echoes from behind. You’re feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, “-don’t steal my star student away.”
“Have you forgotten that she’s my star student, too?”
“Her pussy’s on my mouth right now- so who’s in charge?”
“Well, let’s ask how she feels about it…” Nanami’s voice trails off—and only too late are you realizing that he isn’t talking about your pussy this time. He’s talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And you’re attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- you’re opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.
“I dunno about that-” Nanami hums down at the chokes n’ strangled gasps you’re letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. “-but it sounded like a ‘you, sir’ to me.”
“Didn’t know you were that depraved.” Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as he’s grinding you back to him n’ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
“I’m a gentleman, what can I say?” The other professor responds.
As the slurps n’ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaft—so cute how you couldn’t fit it all. “And as Head of your pussy-” Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? “-I say you can’t cum until you’re fitting my cock aaaaaall the way…”
The history professor’s left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.
“-here.”
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like he’s agonized every second he isn’t reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter it’s almost like a tug-of-war - on one end you’re being hauled forwards by Nanami’s grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much you’re gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
“Just a little more.” That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markin’ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. “Just a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.”
“Mmm—” Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. “C’mon, c’mon.”
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblin’ on your damn clit—
He’s thirsty. Depraved.
“Noooo, angel.” He’s gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. “Come back to me-”
“Mmm—” You’re being pulled off of Nanami Kento’s reddened, dribblin’ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. “Fuh-fuck-!”
“Where’d you think you’re going?” Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before he’s pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- “Mmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.”
“Ride my nose.” Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- “Ride my nose, I don’t care. Ride my nose, ride my nose—”
And you’re just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanami’s thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higuruma’s nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. It’s as if you’re their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanami’s cock. Up Higuruma’s ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- “S-so—” Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, “So close-”
“Close?” Higuruma perks up. “Fuh-fuck- I have you, angel.”
“Remember- no cumming until you take it here.” Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. “You’re not there yet, darling…”
“But-”
“Please let her cum.” But to your surprise, it’s your law professor who is pleading your face.
Nanami raises a blond brow, “Oh?”
“Let her-” He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. He’s hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. “Need her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.”
Nanami thrusts even deeper, “Hmm…I dunno.”
“I’m the one asking you.” Higuruma grumbles. “Let her cum-”
“Mmmpf- please.” And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
“Let her-” The law professor continues, “I’m begging you- fuck, she’s becoming so sweet. Let her cum-”
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- “I don’t…just fit-” And he’s scrapin’ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cunt—all the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. “If she takes it until-”
Higuruma’s nose helping your grinds and bounces. “Just let her cum-”
“If she takes it-”
“Fucking let her-”
“G-gonna—” It’s the last thing you’re managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanami’s hips shut you up- and before you know it, you’re feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where he’d marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesn’t have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, you’re bursting into your nth high of the night.
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.
Probin’ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because you’re being made to arch your back n’ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittin’ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higuruma’s face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.
“Now now—” Nanami murmurs. “You should be thankful my rubric’s so generous this time.”
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip n’ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mind…
“Thirty seconds to finish up.” He says meanly. “Before I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, m’kay?”
“Tch- stingy.” Higuruma keeps lappin’ at you even after your high has passed.
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands ‘round the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higuruma’s mouth. He’s bending down to spit straight between your lips—
“Now, I’m gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?” The history professor states, so firm. “Nod if you understand, my love.”
You nod.
“Good.” He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. “Now…do you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because m’fucking you filthy either way.”
“From- from the back.” You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. “Brace yourself.”
You’re collapsing back into the chair—sitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, you’re stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higuruma’s neck. “Hiromi…”
“Mmm, I love it when you call me that.” Higuruma kisses you.
“How unruly.” Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges n’ curves of his muscles—his firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- “Addressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.” He looks at you, “I’ll be fucking you until you can’t stand, anyway.”
A shiver runs down your spine—“Oh.”
“Now, darling.”
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleague’s desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
It’s hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professor’s desk.
“Stay still.” He gravels in your ear.
Nanami’s barely letting you take a breath before rubbin’ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hilt—up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
“This naughty girl’s reeeeal needy for me, huh?” Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. “She says she can take all of me- can you?”
“Y-yes—” You’re sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, “I want it, sir.”
You’re jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- he’s just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanami’s tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where he’s going to be hittin’ with his hungry cock.
He breathes out airily—“You want it?”
“Yes-”
“Say please.”
“Please-”
“Hmmm?”
“Please, sir.”
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- “As you wish then, teacher’s pet.”
And then you’re being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffed—you were seriously stuffed.
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And he’s gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. “Fuck- didn’t you say that you can take it?” He’s pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. “Come back, my love- class isn’t over yet.”
You hadn’t even realized you’d been clawing at the desk until now. “S-sir—”
Just that is enough to make Nanami’s ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. “Yes, darling?”
“I d-don’t—” Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, “I don’t know if it even can fit.”
“Awww, my poor baby.” And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.
But you can’t help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
“My poor, poor baby.” And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higuruma’s distant laugh. Although you don’t have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanami’s continuing- “None of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?”
And you can only nod.
“None of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?”
Nodding once more.
“Don’t you worry, darling. If you can’t take this one…”
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.
“-m’gonna make it fit.”
And that’s the last thing you’re hearing before Nanami’s rammin’ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwards—just that much of a tight fit that’s making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. “O-oh.” Both of Nanami’s hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. “Oh, yeah.”
“Shit-” You’re flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And it’s only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into him—“You’re really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.”
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting n’ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanami’s cockhead prods away at your innards as though he’s trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-
“Have you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?”
Higuruma’s voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and you’re just managing to look around Nanami’s toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushin’ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.
Nanami himself sighs—though he doesn’t stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- “Oh yes…would you like her now or after me, Hiromi?”
“Now.” Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- “But don’t pull out.”
You feel like you’re experiencing whiplash. “What?”
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself can’t help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, he’s rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second you’re slouched on top of Higuruma’s desk, droolin’ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, he’s lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though you’re nothing- and you’re ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strength—“W-what are you-”
“D’you know what a standing full nelson is?” Higuruma asks. And for a second you think he’s asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
“Thought that only happens in fiction? Don’t tell me you’re a secret freak, Hiromi?” He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.
“And look who’s talking…” Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. “Hold on, angel, he’s going to lift you.”
“Shit…”
As expected, you’re holding onto Higuruma’s broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverin’ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, you’re digging your nails into the law professor’s shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesn’t’ react to the pain. Honestly, you don’t even think he could feel it right now—because Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both men’s chuckles, and Higuruma asking. “Everything alright, angel?”
“Of course, it is.” Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other man—“Look how fucking drenched she is.”
“Good girl.”
“Naughty, you mean.”
“I must beg to differ.”
And you’re arching against Nanami’s toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage you’ve felt in your entire life- “Please- ngh, what’s with the blindfold?”
“Oh, that…” Higuruma starts. “Guess.”
“What?”
“Guess.”
Brains wracking- “You aren’t going to leave me hanging, are you?”
“No.”
“Is this a roleplay?”
“No.”
“A kink thing?”
“Well…”
“A BDSM thing?”
“Guess.”
You’re feeling helplessness wash over you—“B-but, I already did-”
“No, my love.” Nanami’s the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that he’s pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, “We’re going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us she’s being fucked by.”
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing out—“And your time starts…now.”
And then you’re hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddin’ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbing—so needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
You’re feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
“H-Hiromi?” You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must be…
“Wrong.” Nanami grins.
And then you’re feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before he’s pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissin’ your entrance once more.
You’re bucking back in Nanami’s arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbin’ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
It’s the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.
“Sir?” You’re gasping out. But surely, it can’t be twice in a row…“No wait- is it Hiromi this time?”
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. “Can’t get enough of the law, can you?”
Nanami.
And you don’t know whether it’s the fact that you’re just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you don’t know whether it’s the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodies—it was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesn’t hesitate before leaning in and lickin’ it off. “I should punish you for this.”
“I-I—oh, fuck.” Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And you’re noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. “Is this- sir-”
“Try again, angel.”
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higuruma’s voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
“Hiromi.”
“Mhmmm—” Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug n’ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And he’s timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. “Good girl. A++ for that.”
“You’re quite the generous grader.” Nanami scoffs. “I would have given that a B.”
“What can I say? I do have a soft spot for her…” Higuruma’s cock was slightly lengthier than Nanami’s, you’re noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didn’t massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanami’s thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before he’s pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanami’s shaft was next. And he’s lavishing your entrance with so much attention—draaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
“S-so?” He rasps out from behind. Higuruma’s cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. “Which one of us, darling?”
“Y-you—”
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. “No.”
Before he’s pulling back out.
And your breath catches- “Wait- I meant sir. It’s you, sir—”
“Too late for that now.”
“Awww, come now.” Higuruma coos as well. “How are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makin’ mistakes?”
“I think she’s gettin’ lazy now, huh?” The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolin’ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. “Maybe she doesn’t deserve our cocks at all?”
“Don’t say that—” You could feel your law professor’s eyes turn to you. “You deserve it- hah, don’t you, angel?”
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that they’d both pulled out- it’s as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbin’ and teasing. “I do—” Your voice cracks on that last note, “P-please, I do-”
“I’m still not convinced.”
Higuruma continues, “Promise us you’ll be a good girl? That you’ll listen to what your professors have to say?”
“I will I will-”
“Promise us that no more of that teasin’ stuff in class?” His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. “None of that bending over?”
“Yes—” But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. “Because - forgive us - but you do realize that it’s not just us seeing your little…display, darling?” He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higuruma’s ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And you’re restless- “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean to say that there are others more…undeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.” There’s a sharp edge to his words—“Those boys in class can’t take their eyes off of you.”
“We can’t either, of course.” Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- “But at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?”
“Don’t like the way they look at you.” Nanami’s also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. “Don’t like the way they turn to look. Don’t like the way they have to mysteriously…disappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.”
“Given…we do the same.” The law professor continues—“Because fuck- how fuckin’ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.”
Giving you a thorough slam—both of them.
Higuruma’s the one to continue, “But we do.”
“Because I rub my cock raw to you, my love.” Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. “N’ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.”
“Yes, p-please—” And you’re pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldn’t get enough of you. “I only want…ngh.”
One of your arms wrap around Higuruma’s neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanami’s.
“Just want the two of you…”
“Hmmm…” Nanami’s cock twitches at your gooey entrance- “A+”
And then they’re alternating between fucking you—
“Hiromi.” You’re gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.
And then he’s pulling back out.
“Sir- fuck, Professor Kento.” Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. “Shit shit shit—”
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takin’ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi—” Before your voice shatters at the feeling of…two thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before they’re siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- “And Professor K-Kento, sir…” The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbin’ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like you’ve never felt before, hittin’ spots that you didn’t even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushin’ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, n’ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, “F-fuck…”
“You can say that again.” Higuruma himself replies.
By now, the jostlin’ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professor’s fingers weren’t letting up on your clit just yet, either.
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon it—and soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. “G-gonna-”
“Shhhh—” Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. “This pussy says she’s gonna cum soon, darling.”
“Y-you little-”
A harsh hammerin’ on your spongy cervix. “Pardon, my love?”
“Nothing—oh.” Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks n’ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way you’d initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- “Please-” Gasping. “Let me cum—”
You’re looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
“Please may I-” Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higuruma’s puffed-out chest. “-cum, sirs?”
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And you’re briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
“Go ahead, angel.”
“Cum all over my cock, darling.”
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once you’re crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.
Feverish.
You’re crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but they’ve already got you. They’re holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettin’ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanami’s cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.
Making it even louder to thrust into your cunt—you’re forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. “Sh-shit…” Until eventually you’re feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that you’re unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run away—“It feels so- oh, it feels…”
“And what do we say?” Nanami’s deep baritone croons out. He doesn’t slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- “Can I have it all inside…” You’re looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. “-sirs?”
And you should’ve known what that would do.
You should’ve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblin’ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that they’d been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, “A-and here I was just expecting a thank you…”
“Our girl always was the sweetest.” Higuruma coos.
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrummin’ with pleasure.
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldn’t even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterin’ through his waves.
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.
He didn’t want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly can’t tell who’s who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messily—you can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.
Their prominent veins massagin’ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapes—but they’re both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And you’re seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. “Oh?”
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the other—
They were lappin’ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanami’s hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higuruma’s hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higuruma’s tastebuds overlap with Nanami’s as they’re suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaning—
And that’s before the door clicks.
“Oi, why are the lights still on? Don’t you know that campus has closed a long time ag-”
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess that’d been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
“So…” Shiu’s husky voice interrupts your thoughts. “-got room for mathematics?”
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
the king of curses mutilates people for less than any of the things you do to him on a daily basis.
walking into the room to inform him of the latest update on the warfront, uraume decides they have certainly witnessed more compromising states than this.
they bow down before the king of curses, who is currently lounging on his throne with you draped over his shoulders—like some human mink coat or a sentient scarf of sorts, snoring softly into his unkempt hair.
“lord sukuna.” they rise and address him, tone within the emotional range of a stone.
“speak.”
“...i can return later.”
“no, report.”
uraume’s eyes divert to the snuffling form of you for exactly half a second, a monumental display of curiosity for the permafrost-carved servant. they begin their report, speaking in their usual monotone intonation, but sukuna catches note of the way their eyes keep drifting upward.
“what.”
“nothing, my lord.” uraume meets his four eyes, choosing the addition of words with care. “it’s just... interesting, to see you so—”
“watch your mouth before i slice it off.”
“accommodating.” uraume finishes, deadpan, because they've served him long enough to know when he’s all bark.
sukuna's upper set of eyes narrows, but the lower pair flicks upward—toward your head, where your exhales stir the fine strands of his light crimson hair.
“i am going to flay you,” he says, deeply flat.
burrowed so deep into the crook of his neck, sukuna feels the damp warmth of your huff against him like a warm parasite that had somehow convinced itself the king of curses is a personal mattress. your previously limp hand curls into the fabric of his dark kimono, loosely holding on to a fistful of the silk robe as you exhale harder into his thick neck.
uraume's eyebrow twitches, a fraction of a millimeter—practically a scream of emotion from them.
“finish the report,” sukuna growls, low enough that it vibrates through his wide chest—and through you, because you're plastered to his body like a second skin. you stir, mumble something unintelligible, and he stills again.
uraume continues, detailing the skirmish in various territories, relaying information on sorcerers who think they could exorcise a fragment of their lord’s power. standard fare and utterly boring, sukuna only half-listens. the other half of his attention tuned into the way your breath starts to even out again, deep and slow, weight becoming heavier against him—fully asleep and dead to the world, completely vulnerable in the lap of the most deadly being in existence.
reckless, sukuna thinks. how idiotic.
his lower left arm moves, the rough hand settling against the small of your back, steadying you as you slip dangerously close to sliding off his shoulder.
he adjusts without thinking—tugging you close against him, rearranging your limbs so you lay across his lap instead.
uraume stops mid-sentence.
“continue.” sukuna snaps.
“the latest front has been... largely pacified.” uraume’s voice is perfectly measured. their eyes are not—intrigued gaze fixing on the way sukuna’s thumb traces an absent circle against your spine. “we anticipate the remaining forces will mobilize. shall I—”
“no.”
uraume continues theorizing as sukuna's second mouth, the one on his stomach, lets out this tiny rumble—not quite a growl, nor a purr. something in between. something possessive.
he cuts uraume off without looking away.
“speak quieter.”
“very well.”
silence engulfs the quarters. uraume remains perfectly still, head bowed, waiting for the inevitable command to execute the upcoming massacres. the only sound is the rhythmic, maddeningly peaceful puff of oxygen against sukuna’s skin.
your hand finds one of his in your sleep, palm curling against two of his fingers. he stares at your grasp like it offends him.
"i am going to kill the rest," sukuna announces.
uraume nods, faint and brief.
“in the morning.”
“naturally.”
“when they’re awake.”
“i’m sure they’ll be devastated.”
sukuna’s eye twitches. he could kill uraume. he won't. but he could.
then you sigh in your sleep—soft, contented—and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, right over his pulse point, where the skin is thinner and no one has ever been dumb enough to put their mouth.
sukuna’s grip tightens around yours, his chest tightening. he grits his teeth.
“uraume.”
they perk up.
“find a blanket.”
uraume blinks, most expressive they've been in decades. “...a blanket.”
“you heard me.”
“of course, lord Sukuna.” they bow, and sukuna picks up on the hint of a smile his servant holds off.
the sliding doors shut behind uraume.
then sukuna is alone. with you, your breath—the hands, tiny compared to his, enveloped in his, and the infuriating, tight heat spreading through his torso.
a curse user who has unraveled sorcerers from the inside out, yet he cannot bring himself to move.
synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OU– enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. that’s the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and he’s already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But that’s not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, he’s talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He can’t help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock won’t stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
“…ko,” He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
“…alko.” There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and he’d thank you.
“Valko!” He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lick—
“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—
“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”
“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant.
What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore.
You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.
“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”
Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish.
“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.
“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
“Please…”
“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.
You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”
“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
“If you’re grossed out—“
“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”
That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”
“The millisecond.”
His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”
“I’ll put a poet to shame.”
“Pull my hair?”
“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”
A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens.
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours.
You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.
“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.
“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”
“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”
You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”
“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“
“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”
He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”
“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”
Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.”
how do i get a submissive werewolf to mark me? just edge him until he does!!
wc: 1,441
content: f!reader, reader and valko are both switches? nicknames like puppy, good boy. praising and degrading, fang play, blood, biting, marking, mention of knotting, mention of exhibitionism, he has his ears and tail k, hybrid?? edging, unedited (soz i wrote FAST)
the forest surrounding your village had been riddled with werewolves for as long as you’d been alive. your parents and the elders have always warned you away from them, saying that those who go into the woods at night are either never seen again or are found mangled and half-eaten.
you’d hear the snarls and snaps of their jaws some nights, wondering if they were fighting over a deer or someone stupid enough to wander in there. normally, if it were the latter, you’d hear screams you could never unhear.
werewolves were volatile, possessive, and predatory- they were said to be the most dominant creatures on the earth. so why had this werewolf been submitting to you for months now?
you’re sitting on his lap, his thick cock pressed against your belly leaking pre and staining your thin slip. he’d long since ripped off your pajamas, the fabric somewhere shredded on the ground.
your hand pumps him slowly, torturing him with the pace. he knew better than to do that- how many times had you gotten onto him about ruining your outfits?! you weren't made of money, and your parents were starting to catch on to your clothes all having strange stitching holding them together!
“did i tell you to stop?” you chastise him, your free hand reaching up to grab his fluffy ear, pulling his head back.
valko whines and looks up at you with golden eyes, eyebrows pulling together. “it feels too good, i got distracted-”
“hm.” you drop the hand that was pumping him. “fine. since you can’t handle two things at once, you’ll lose your privileges."
“no, please.” he begs, head going back to where you wanted it in the crook of your neck.
his rough tongue licked up and down the column of your neck, lapping at it.
you hum happily, hand instinctively going back to stroking him, faster than before. “good boyy, see, you know how to listen after all.”
he nods and whimpers, tongue kitten licking the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. the exact spot you’d been begging him to bite for weeks.
maybe if you play your cards right this time, he would finally do it?
“such a sweet puppy, aren't you?” you ask, voice low in the way he likes it. you tighten your fingers at his tip, watching as he leaks out and stains your fingers.
though you didn’t have much experience with human men, you knew enough to know that werewolves had much larger cocks. you hadn’t even let him fuck you yet due to the sheer size of him- you were sure it would break you.
valko’s fluffy tail wags at your praise. “uh huhh, i’ve been so good. waited for you, haven’t touched myself in a week- mmh!” he shudders when you slide a finger over his slit.
you nod in approval, scratching behind one of his ears. he leans into the scratching, an eye closing in pleasure.
“i’ve almost got you trained then, haven’t i? such a strong creature tamed by a human.” you huff out a laugh, hand moving faster as you try to get him close. “how pathetic. what if the rest of your pack saw you like this?”
valko growled, the sound low and barely there. he knew better than to truly defy you, keeping his annoyance to a minimum. his tongue continued to lick, the roughness scratching at your skin like sandpaper.
you took his silence as an answer, and his panting as a sign that he was close. close enough for you to try once again.
“wanna cum?”
valko nodded and tried to look up at you from his position at your neck, golden eyes glowing slightly and pleading with yours. “please?”
you shivered at his voice. despite his physical submission to you, his voice always reminded you that he was a dangerous predator. it was deep, not at all like the airy and whiny voices of submissive human men you’d encountered.
maybe that’s why you were so fond of him- knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could kill you. but he won’t, because you’ve got him trained like he’s no more than a stray.
you halt your hand on his cock once more, making him whine and arch his back. “mark me and i’ll let you cum.” you purr into his fuzzy ear, biting down on the peak of it.
valko rears back, his face contorting from the blissed out state it was just in to the tense scowl he normally wears when he’s not with you.
“you know i can’t mark you, it wouldn’t be safe.”
he tries to back up, but you keep an iron grip on the base of his cock, holding him still. “marking me is the only way to keep me safe- how stupid are you? your packmates are going to find out about this eventually, do you think they’ll let me live?”
valko doesn’t look convinced. he scoffs and shakes his head. “marking you brings attention to you, right now no one knows you exist. they won’t be happy that i chose a human as my mate, either.”
you raise an eyebrow at his defiance. “hm. fine.” you stand and brush your slip off. “if you can’t have a human as your mate, you shouldn’t have one as your fuck buddy then either, should y- hey!”
you yelp as valko grabs your wrists and yanks you back down onto his lap. he puts your hand back on his cock, wrapping your fingers around it as he strokes himself over you.
his voice comes out gravely and rough against your skin. “fine. if i mark you, you understand that i have to knot you also?”
you swallow hard and think about it. if you thought his dick would be too big for you, how hard would the knot be to take..?
you clench around nothing at the idea, wetness already seeping through your thin panties. the answer was a no-brainer.
“deal.”
no sooner than the word left your mouth did valko bite down on the juncture between neck and shoulder. the pain was excruciating, causing you to scream and writhe on his lap.
snarls and howls sounded in the background, no doubt in response to your screaming. normally, you’d be terrified, because having a whole pack hunting you would lead to your death, but you weren’t worried.
they couldn’t hurt you, not with valko’s mark on you. the bite left your head fuzzy and your body tingling.
valko was licking your wound over with care, a sound like purring emanating from him. after he deemed it properly cared for, he looked your face over to make sure you were okay.
“don’t pass out on me, puppy.” he teases, hand cradling the back of your head as he smiles.
he’s still moving your hand in time with his on his cock, albeit slower than before.
your eyes zero in on his teeth- more specifically his fangs that are coated in your blood from the bond mark.
without even thinking, you lean forward and lick his fangs, tasting your own metallic blood.
a strangled moan left valko when you did this, unintentionally sending him over the edge. his hips bucked up into the hands you both had around him, cum spurting out in thick streams, landing on both of your chests.
how were you supposed to know that werewolves had sensitive fangs?
once his high wore down, you heard loud footsteps approaching and panicked. “should we go? what if-”
valko hummed and nuzzled his nose into the mark he left on you. “no, no no, i still have to knot you, remember? now who’s the one that doesn’t listen.” he teases.
you glare at him. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy, you’d put him back in his place. maaaybe you could let him be in charge for once…
“you’re not gonna take me somewhere nicer to fuck me?”
valko looks around in confusion. “what’s wrong with this?”
you raise an eyebrow at him and tap your hand on the hard dirt you. “uh, maybe that it’s hard and, i don’t know, the forest floor?”
valko shrugged and maneuvered you onto your back, crawling over you and pushing one sode of your slip up. “it won’t hurt.” he kisses between your breasts.
“what about when your pack shows up? you’re going to let them see me naked?”
valko rubs his thick tip against your soaked panties, tilting his head. “let them watch. it’s customary for packmates to watch each other mate.” his golden eyes meet yours and he smirks slightly. “you’ll get the full experience.”
a/n: THIS IS MY MAN THIS IS MY MAIN IDCCCC also im prepared for him to be crazy ooc when his content drops lolz. ive never written anything like this before so if i missed tagging smth PLS let me know so i can add it!!
thick moon divider from @uzmacchiato , thin moon divider from @cyberangel-graphics
when you visit nanami's office for bringing him lunch.
Synopsis : You were just trying to do something nice—deliver lunch to the man who always takes care of you. but Toji didn’t like that. So he sent you off to Nanami’s office bare under your cute little dress. You only wanted to be kind. Now you’re bent over a desk, stuffed full of consequences.
Content warning : public risk, fingering, facefucking, dom!Nanami, praise & degradation, light humiliation, obedience kink, power play, voyeur risk, possessiveness, no panties, teasing. Nanami being dangerously composed while wrecking you. 18+ Minor do not interact.
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You were slicing apples with unnecessary precision, biting your lip in focus, soft music playing in the background. The clock was ticking closer to noon when you heard it—
"What are you making?" Toji’s voice. Lazy, deep and very much suspicious. You looked up, startled. He was leaning on the kitchen doorway, towel slung around his neck from his morning shower, shirtless and smug. His arms were crossed, eyebrows raised.
"Oh—uhm... I was just cutting some fruits," you mumbled, cheeks already warming under his stare. "Nanami forgot his lunch today, so I thought I'd go drop it off. Packed him some fruits too."
Toji tilted his head, tongue in cheek. "Oh? so what, you're his little wife or something?"
You nearly dropped the knife. "N-no! I mean—no, I just... he always cooks for me and stuff, so I thought—"
He scoffed and stepped into the kitchen, slow. "You never done this for me."
"You never forget your lunch..." you pointed out weakly, trying not to look at how low his sweatpants were hanging.
"Tch. If I do one day, will you do the same?" his tone was teasing, but there was an edge. Something darker behind his narrowed gaze.
You blinked, blushing. "Yeah... of course, Toji."
He let out a rough hum, satisfied but not entirely convinced. "Hmm. fine."
You tried to change the subject, still flustered. "Umm, aren’t you... going to the gym?"
"Yeah, in a bit. What?" he asked, already knowing where this was going.
"... Can you drop me at Nanami’s office then?" you asked softly, eyes wide.
Toji’s smirk grew lethal. "Sure." Then he leaned in, his voice dipping low, filth curling around every syllable, "but only if you cling to my back so close... wanna feel that pretty squishy tits of yours pressed right into me the whole ride."
"Tojiiiiiii!!!" your knees nearly buckled, but you so nodded fast, you felt dizzy. He just chuckled and slapped your ass lightly as he walked away.
You picked out a cute white shirt dress, short and soft, one that Nanami had once complimented. A little innocent, a little too short if you bent down. Toji was already at the door when you showed up, holding the lunch bag.
"Ready?" you chirped, cheeks pink.
He turned, gave you a slow once-over. "Hmm... lookin’ so cute for him, huh?" he stepped closer, way too close. "too cute," he murmured, gripping your thighs suddenly, his hand riding up under your dress, fingers brushing the fabric of your panties.
You gasped, clutching his shoulders. "Toji—what—!"
He hooked a finger into your waistband, yanked them down slowly until they dropped around your ankles. You could feel the air hit your cunt, feel his breath as he leaned in and muttered against your ear, "You really not gonna wear panties to see Nanami? tsk tsk... such a tease."
"But you're the one—" he shut you up as his fingers rubbed over your folds, knuckles brushing your clit just enough to make your legs tremble.
"Give him a little surprise, yeah?" he whispered, voice like smoke. "Sit on his desk with nothing under that dress. See how long your gentleman lasts."
You whined, trying to squeeze your thighs shut, but he just laughed low in his chest, palming your ass once before pulling away and tucking the panties in his pocket. "I’ll keep these."
***
Ride was silent and too hot. You sat behind toji gripping onto his shirt, your dress riding up with every bump. When you reached Nanami’s office, he pulled over, leaned in, and kissed you fiercely on the cheek, then one on your forehead, warm and affectionate. "Be good."
And then he drove off, engine roaring, leaving you standing there, pulse racing, holding a lunch bag and a secret under your dress. You walked through the front doors of the building, heart thudding loud.
The lobby was cold, overly sterile, with marble floors and clean lines. Toji’s voice still echoed in your ears. “Sit on his desk with nothing under that dress…”
You shook the thought away, clutching the lunch bag tighter as you stepped into the elevator. Floor 6. You stared at your reflection in the mirrored walls, hair perfect, dress innocent, lip gloss dewy. Totally normal. Totally not hiding a filthy little secret under your dress. The elevator dinged. You stepped out and walked toward his office door, then pulled out your phone and called him.
“Sweetheart?” Nanami answered almost instantly, voice warm and deep. “What is it?”
“Nanamin... I’m here… at your office.”
“Oh?” he sounded surprised. “Why?”
“You forgot your lunch,” you said, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “So I thought I’d bring it.”
“Did I? I haven’t even checked…”
"Yeah...you did."
"It was fine baby, why would you..."
“Mhm.” you smiled softly. “You always do things for me, Nanami. It’s just lunch.”
There was a pause followed by a low chuckle. Then the door opened. Nanami was there, glasses on, sleeves rolled up and his eyes softened the moment he spot you.
“You didn’t have to,” he said again as he guided you inside.
The air-conditioned hallway buzzed with curious murmurs as workers glanced over, some subtle, others bold.
“Who’s that girl?”
“Nanami’s girlfriend? wife, maybe?”
“Nah, she’s way too young for him…”
“Maybe he likes them young.”
“Is that why he’s been ignoring me? I’ve been dropping hints for weeks.”
“Ugh, figures. Nanamin already has someone.”
You clutched the lunch tighter as Nanami placed a warm hand on your shoulder, leading you past their stares like it meant nothing. Like you were his. And no one else mattered. He guided you into his private office and closed the door quietly behind you. The tension snapped shut with it.
“Thank you, dear,” he said, placing the lunch on his desk. “You really didn’t have to. I would’ve just bought something later.”
You sat down on the edge of the table, legs swinging slightly. “It’s fine… didn’t have class today anyway.”
Just then, his phone buzzed. Nanami glanced at it, unlocking it with a sigh. Then his brow twitched, just slightly. “Toji,” he said flatly, and turned the screen toward you.
"Yo golden boy, is she there yet? she got a surprise down there for ya 😉👙"
Your face flushed in an instant. You panicked, eyes widening as you tried to grab the phone, but Nanami pulled it back, observing you quietly. “Oh?” he said, voice calm but low. “So Toji was telling the truth?”
“N-No, he's nottt!” you stammered, clenching your thighs. “nothing, Nanami… I-I mean there’s nothing, really—”
He didn’t respond immediately. Just walked over slowly. Deliberately. You were still on his table, legs dangling, knees together. He placed one large hand on your thigh, gently parting them.
“So,” he murmured, thumb brushing up the inside of your bare skin, slides under your dress and stopping at your wet heat, “Oh? what do we have here .... is this the lunch you've brought me hmm?"
You shook your head mortified.
"You came here with no panties on.”
You nearly whimpered under his gaze, heat pulsing between your thighs.
“And what were you expecting to happen?” he asked softly, eyes dark behind his lenses. “Me to behave?” Your lips parted to answer, but no words came. Only a gasp as his fingers teased your folds more, his knuckles brushed slick warmth, and he hummed.
“You’re wet.” His tone was unreadable. Cool and collected. But his fingers stroked like a man starved. “Did he do this?” he asked, slipping one finger inside slowly, dragging it out again with agonizing control. “Toji?”
“N-Nanami—!” you hissed, squirming.
“Or was it me?” he whispered, pushing back in. His fingers curled expertly. “Was it the thought of sitting on my desk, spread open like a gift? did that make you this wet?”
You bit your lip hard, trying not to cry out. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You walked past all of them like this. Dripping and nothing underneath this tiny dress.” A second finger slid in. You clenched tight around him.
“That was reckless, sweetheart. Dangerous.” He pumped them deeper now. Slow and punishing.
“Do you like the risk? the thrill of nearly getting caught? wanting someone to hear the sounds I can pull from this pretty little cunt?”
You moaned softly, head falling back. He pressed a kiss to your throat, then pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and licked them clean like a gentleman tasting wine. “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, voice still calm. “You’ll sit still and be good now, won’t you?”
You nodded, trembling. Nanami just smirked, loosened his tie, and reached for the blinds. “Nanami… I didn’t—It was Toji. He did it. I-I didn’t mean—”
Your words broke apart as you tried to explain, thighs trembling from the last wave of teasing his fingers had left behind. Nanami looked down at you, his hands now on his hips, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the veins on them tight. The man was composed, but you knew him well enough now to see it, he was barely holding back.
“Is that so?” he said, stepping forward slowly. “Toji did this?”
You shrank back a little on his desk as he approached.
“You’re such a tease,” he murmured, voice dipped in something close to disappointment, “doing something so dirty like this, y'know... I have a meeting in less than half an hour.”
“I—I’m sorry, Nanamin…” your voice quivered, hands gripping the edge of his desk. He looked down at the growing bulge in his pants, palming it with a slow roll of his hips.
“How am I supposed to do my job now?” he said, mostly to himself, almost amused at his own restraint. Your gaze fell to the thick shape straining against the fabric, and he caught your expression. He tilted his head, stalking closer. “You like the idea, don’t you?”
He brushed your knees open again, fingers tracing your slick folds. “Is this something you read in one of your little smut stories? a nice girl showing up at an older man’s office with no panties… spreading her legs on his desk like a gift? Hmm?”
You were already panting, hips twitching. “N-No! I— I mean I didn’t mean to, I swear—”
He cut you off with a quiet tsk, fingers rubbing again in slow, slick circles, then he unzipped his slacks. “You can’t even speak properly now.” His voice was still calm, condescending. “Making a mess on my office desk and you’re telling me this wasn’t planned?”
Your eyes widened as he pulled himself out, thick, flushed, heavy in his hand as he stroked slow from base to tip.
“You’re such a handful,” he sighed, lining himself up, the blunt tip dragging up and down your folds. Not pushing in. Just gliding through the slick warmth, over and over, watching your body twitch at the tease.
“Look at that.” His tone dropped lower, amused. “You’re soaking. You want this. You’re fucking dripping onto my desk like a needy little girl who doesn’t care if someone hears her.”
You whimpered, hips lifting to meet him. Then— knock knock.
“Mr. Nanami?” a voice called from outside. “Apologies for interrupting, but you had asked for the quarterly reports to be sent over? Should I email or print a hard copy?”
Nanami didn’t flinch. Didn’t even stop moving his cock up and down your folds, slow and heavy, smearing your arousal all over himself as if nothing had happened.
“Email it,” he called out smoothly, eyes never leaving yours. His tone was sharp. “And I’ll review it before the three o’clock. Thank you.”
“Of course, sir.” The footsteps faded. Silence returned.
You stared at him, wide-eyed, completely dazed. He leaned in, lips barely brushing your ear.
“You’re going to be good now,” he whispered, voice dangerously soft. “No sounds. No mess. No biting your lip so hard you bleed, either. I want to hear the way you break, just quietly enough to not get caught.”
He pushed in. And everything inside you snapped. His thrusts were slow, deep, and punishing, one hand over your mouth to muffle the messy gasps he was coaxing out of you, his breath harsh near your ear.
“Tch… you’re tighter when you’re doing something you shouldn’t.” He hissed as he bottomed out again, dragging out slowly, savoring the way your walls clenched. “Acting like such a good girl, then showing up here like this. You’re trouble, sweetheart.”
But just as he pressed his hips into yours again—Knock knock. “Mr. Nanami—sorry, but I need to show you this. It's urgent.”
Nanami clicked his tongue, exasperated, and looked down at you, your legs trembling around his waist, mouth still covered, eyes blown wide. You whined in protest when he pulled out with a wet, reluctant sound, cock flushed and still hard.
“Hide under the desk,” he ordered lowly, zipping halfway, voice calm but sharp. “Now.”
You scrambled under, hands on your knees like a trained little pet. You were breathless, cheeks burning as Nanami sat down, just inches from your face. His cock rested thick over his thigh, still slick with your arousal.
“Come in,” Nanami said, adjusting his cuffs with his usual cold composure.
Click. The office door unlocked. Footsteps entered. You stayed still, heart hammering in your ears, but your eyes kept drifting to the tip of his cock, still flushed and twitching slightly. Tempting. So fuckin' tempting.
The man sat across the desk, flipping open a file. “This is the report for Sector D—we need sign-off before 3, sir.” Nanami nodded, voice calm as ever. “Go ahead.”
You leaned forward slowly. Tentatively. Then your lips brushed the head of his cock. He shifted, only barely but you caught the way his hand gripped the pen tighter. You licked up a long stripe. Then wrapped your lips around the tip, eyes locked on the underside of his chin. His thighs flexed slightly.
“Sir? Are you alright?” Nanami cleared his throat, not even looking up from the file. “Yes. Continue.”
You slid your mouth down further, sucking softly, cheeks hollowed. He didn’t move. But you could feel it, the subtle tension coiling in his muscles, the way his jaw clenched tighter. He kept signing, speaking in his usual tone, while your tongue circled around his shaft, lazily, lovingly. Occasionally, he gave the tiniest push of his hips when the man looked away. A silent approval.
When the man finally gathered the file and left, Nanami didn’t move. He waited until the click of the door lock sounded again. Then his head tilted down, his voice was lower now, strained, almost breathless.
“You’re really something, aren’t you?” he said, voice still silky. “Dirty little minx, drooling on my cock like that while someone’s in the room.”
Your eyes fluttered up at him, still licking him slowly. "M'sorryyy Nanaminnn.."
An apology that sounded so painfully unconvincing that he almost laughed. Apparently, that was the final straw.
“Since you’re so eager, open wider.”
Without waiting, he gripped the edge of the desk and shoved his chair back just enough. Then his hand wrapped in your hair and guided your head down onto his cock deep.
“Fuck…” he exhaled, hips rolling slowly up into your throat. “That’s it. Take it. Gag on it if you have to.”
You choked softly as he fucked your mouth at a steady rhythm, hips rocking up, his breath coming shorter, thighs trembling. Your eyes watered but you didn’t stop, not once, not even when he muttered:
“Look at you, on your knees under my desk. Do you even know how obscene you are right now?” He thrust harder. His voice was strained but tight. “You're lucky I'm busy. If I didn’t, I’d bend you over this desk and make sure everyone outside hears you scream.”
Then with a growl, he shoved deep one last time and came hot, thick ropes flooding your throat as he held you there, hips trembling. “Swallow,” he whispered harshly, thumb brushing your cheek. “All of it.”
When he finally pulled out, cock twitching against your lips, he helped you stand. You were gasping, face cold with sweat, makeup slightly smudged. He smirked, his version of it, subtle but smug.
“Such a nasty girl,” he muttered, buttoning his shirt cuffs. Then he kissed your cheek, and your lips, gentle but brief. “I’m booking you a cab.”
You nodded dumbly, still dazed. He walked you to the office door, but not before leaning in one last time.
“When I get home,” he said lowly at your ear, “you better not be wearing panties again. You pull a stunt like this, get ready to be punished properly.” Then he kissed your forehead.
“Now go. Before I cancel the meeting and fuck you over my desk anyway.”
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
art credits to @/kcokaine on tumblr, line divider by @/cursed-carmine, first gif divider by @/anitalenia, second gif divider by @/cafekitsune, pics from pinterest!
Sukuna and his possessive girl cat. She's always vying for his attention and never letting anyone come too close to him. That is, until she met you. Maybe, just maybe, you can be the one to win her over.
cw: SFW, fuff, girl cat Sukuna, domestic life with reader, reader is implied to be a PhD student, gender neutral reader, modern AU, established relationship, all characters are 18+, proofread, 1.3k wc!
a/n: I wanted to try something different, so here damn, take it LMFAO.... also fun fact! the thesis mentioned is a project I did for my bio class during my 2nd year! this was supposed to be a short fic.. it's longer than I wanted it to be but I couldn't stop writing </3 anyways enjoy!
a/n 2: I forgot to mention, but reader refers to the cat as "pip"; however, I decided against naming the cat after spending an hour trying to find a good name on reddit….
It was late at night when Sukuna found her.
A damp cardboard box next to the trash compactor of his apartment complex, and inside was a ball of fur, curled into itself. Shivering from the cold, while the thin blankets barely did anything to keep her warm. The lamppost over his head flickered on and off, lighting up the pathway leading to the dark, filthy alleyway where she was.
The sound of his footsteps had her curious head peeking from under the blankets, and before he knew it, he was staring back at a pair of green feline eyes. Her brown fur was matted and wet, and her ears stood tall. His hands reached forward slowly, hesitantly—only to be followed by a hiss. However, the smell of his sandalwood perfume and his calm patience comforted her. With his hand open and welcoming, she nuzzled her face into his warm palm.
Soon enough, huddled beneath the warmth of his hoodie, she found her home. And Sukuna, who couldn't even take care of a rock, found himself becoming a cat dad overnight.
It took some time for her to ease up to him, to trust him, but little by little, with each treat and each scratch behind the ear, Sukuna won her over. She was one spoiled cat; that much was sure. After all, Sukuna could never find it in himself to say no to his pretty girl—whether it was an extra treat, a new toy, or even a sparkly collar that caught her eye at the pet store.
She was a feisty cat, and a possessive one too. Ever since the day Sukuna took her in, she never left his side. Constantly vying for his attention with soft meows and her big eyes.
That is until you came into the picture.
With messy hair, clothes stained with coffee and a voice that brought a smile to his face.
You met on a gloomy day. The soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows became your company inside the quaint little cafe. The soft yellow lights highlighted your features, and your attention remained undivided as you stared attentively at the laptop in front of you.
The pull was magnetic—at least for him. Even as he was giving his order, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on you, throwing a look over his shoulder every five seconds—a small, hopeful part of him waiting to catch your attention.
His gaze wandered across the room, and in a cafe that was hardly crowded, he chose to take the seat right in front of you. The scrap of chair legs against the floor had you looking up, only to be met with, most possibly, the hottest man your eyes have ever laid upon.
Standing before you, Sukuna looked like a man of sin.
His leather jacket hugged each built muscle of his arms, his hair tousled and swept back, as if he'd been running his fingers through it all day. Silver hooped earrings decorating his ears glinted under the soft lighting of the cafe. His lips curved up into a smirk, peering down at you with piercing eyes, catching the way your eyes trailed across the pretty tattoos on his sharp features, until they met his—making heat rush to your cheeks from being caught.
It took your brain a moment to process what was transpairing, and once you did, your face warmed with embarrassment. Not only did he catch you staring, but your own attire left you feeling embarrassed. Clothes dishevelled and hair a mess from sitting in this quiet corner for hours, working tirelessly on the last few pages of your thesis on the role of engineered microbial enzymes for plastic biodegradation.
"Hey."
Dear god, his voice was equally as hot as him.
"Hi."
And eventually, you found a home with him too.
You still remember the first time you came over to his place, his arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you through the doors of his apartment. The second the door creaked open, you were greeted by a dash of brown fur, and the sound of excited paws against wood flooring filled the quiet atmosphere. Your heart warmed at the sight, watching her tail curl around his calf as she welcomed him back home.
Reaching forward to pet her, you were met with a hiss, turning her back towards you in rejection. A frown crossed your face, while the man towering behind you laughed as if he was having the time of his life.
"What..." You were left dumbfounded, disappointed by her hostility. Sukuna merely chuckled, his arm pulling you to him, planting a kiss to your hairline.
"Don't worry about her," he reassures, while the her in question left the room long ago, preferring to spend her time with a toy mouse and not with you. "It'll take some time for her to warm up to you," his hands reach for the collar of your jacket, helping you slide your arms out and hooking it to the coat hanger, "or to anyone," he said under his breath.
Your ears, however, did not miss his whispered words.
Since then, you found yourself competing for his attention with a cat, of all things. Every kiss shared was interpreted with a meow, every attempt to cuddle on the couch met with her sliding herself between you two, and every lingering touch of his trailing further was met with a paw smacking away at his eager hands.
It wasn't until that one night when everything changed.
Pulling up to the parking lot of his apartment, you slammed the door to your car shut, locking it while your hands juggled between your purse and car keys.
Your phone, on the other hand, was caught between your right ear and shoulder as you stayed on call with him. Sukuna was stuck at work, held back in a meeting, while you were already waiting outside of his door. Digging through the purse, you find the spare keys to his place.
"Kay, don't worry," you reply, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside. On his end, all he hears is shuffling, and then the sound of your keys placed onto the counter as you take off your coat. "I can take care of her, Sukuna." You roll your eyes at the thorough instructions he was throwing your way.
With a sigh, you hang up the call, making your way further into his place, your feet leading you straight to the living room where she was perched up on the beige couch, cuddled into herself like a loaf of bread.
"Looks like it's just you and me today, pip," you say, placing a hand on your hip, receiving a dejected meow in response from her.
It was going to be a long night.
Your attempts all felt fruitless, throwing a toy or treat, only for her passive attitude to dismiss you. Even following her dinner down to the last scoop, mixing her dry and wet food as instructed, you were met with a flick of her tail in disinterest.
By the time you gave up, the day had already passed—tirelessly at that. It wasn’t until you let your guard down, giving up with a defeated sigh and plopping yourself down onto the couch, that she moved. Slowly by slowly, through the periphery of your eyesight, she was inching toward you on the couch, while you mindlessly scrolled through Netflix.
Until she finally reached out, pawing at your hands. Your heart swelled at the sight of her big eyes and the soft meows, letting go of your frustration from the day you finally gave her a pet—nails scratching behind her ears as her eyes closed in contentment.
And when Sukuna finally came home that night, exhaustion on his face from the day wearing him down, he was met with the sight of you two lying on the couch—her small form cuddled into your chest underneath the throw blanket.
