Introducing… wolf!Sukuna… 10/10 would let him destroy me. This is a part of my Forsaken Madame (here) series. NSFW (18+) prompts below the blue text.
Wolf!Sukuna is indisputably the Alpha of the pack.
Wolf!Sukuna is indifferent at first. He *hates* weak things. As the new Madame of the forest, he could crush you and rip you apart before you breathe. All the other Madame’s before were unfit, useless, weak and worthless to him.
Wolf!Sukuna out of sheer boredom tests and ruthlessly attacks to see how you would react. All sharp claws and teeth, he gives a feral grin as you dodge and roll. Survive
Wolf!Sukuna would continue to test and test, enjoying the thrill of a new prey that gnashed its teeth back.
Her fingers curled against his wrist, nails digging into his skin—but she refused to struggle. Refused to bow.
He studied her, head tilting slightly, his amusement shifting into something darker.
“You glare like a warrior, but your body trembles like prey,” he murmured, voice a low, lethal purr. “Which one are you, Madame?”
She bore her teeth
Wolf!Sukuna’s patience would grow thin as the new Madame did not bend or cower. Watching with dark interest as the creatures of the forest began to listen and obey the new Madame. Watching as you interact freely and happily with the creatures.
Wolf!Sukuna can taste the power as it grows and grows from you. Instead of draining your life force as it has from Madame’s in the past… you thrive on it. It awakens something primal and possessive. Because if you belonged to the forest… you belonged to him
NSFW
Wolf!Sukuna is not gentle. It’s not intentional because it’s instinctive. His fangs drag along the column of your neck as he pins you to the ground under the guise of “training” you.
His body is massive over yours, all rippling muscle and bulk, one of his hands clasps both of your above your head, the other one pressing into your neck. Not to kill or cut off your air… but to remind you that he is stronger.
A growl rumbles in his chest as you let out a whimper, not of pain or discomfort but of arousal. He grinds his hips down with a salacious smirk, letting you feel every inch of his cock.
Wolf!Sukuna is impatient, his lips claiming yours, not soft, not sweet but possessive. he won’t stop until your body is covered in his marks and his scent is all over you. His teeth are sharp but he has just enough control not to tear into your soft flesh.
His tongue is as wicked as he is, delving inside of you as the his large hands tipped in black claws keep your legs open for him. He is relentless, determined to make you scream as his tongue keeps you on the brink of an orgasm.
“You’re so… messy, brat. Gotta clean you up…”
Wolf!Sukuna wants you to beg for him. He wants your devotion and complete submission. Maybe not always but when he claims you, he wants to own you.
He’ll flip you onto your stomach and put your back into a mean arch as he slides a hand around your throat to force your eyes to meet his as he poises his thick head of his cock at your dripping entrance.
“Look at me when I claim you, brat.”
Wolf!Sukuna lets loose another growl as he slides in, his cock stretching and dominating every space inside of you, making you choke out a whine. Because he’s thick and long.
“Heh… r-relax, brat and just take it.”
“Sure you don’t… have a little wolf in ya’ with the whines… and cries you’re makin’, brat? Well you gotta wolf in ya now… heh.”
Wolf!Sukuna’s thrusts are harsh and slow. His tilting his hips to find the spot that makes you see stars, dragging and bullying the head of his cock against your g-spot.
He’s going to make you beg to go faster. And when he does… you hang on for dear life! Your blunt nails scratch red lines down his forearm as his hand is around your throat holding you up against his chest as his hips snap against yours. Back shots galore…
If you’re on top (rare moment) he’s taunting and condescending. If you’re going to ride… then you better fucking ride it.
Wolf!Sukuna… you better believe he’s got a knot at the base of his cock. He’s an Alpha after all. Gotta continue his line and give him an heir right?
His teeth would sink into the column of your throat, his thick knot popping inside, as he claims you.
“You’re mine…”
(A.N. And I just- can’t stop thinking about it. Also I have a multi chapter fic featuring just Wolf!Sukuna and Madame I’m working on. It’s a slow burn with plot. Ending in pure porn. Because why knot not? Posting the first chapter tomorrow)
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna
content: mdni, fluff, smut + angst! making out, oral (m! receiving), sex tape, consensual filming during sex, masturbation, fingering, threesome, unprotected piv sex, doggy style, backshots, cucking, cumplay (kinda), creampie, smoking/drinking mentioned, soft dom Suguru, protective/possessive Suguru, confessions/confrontations
art by @hiikeu on x and divider by @purefantasia !
Drunk kisses in a crowded room.
Red wine and cigarettes on his tongue, your thighs straddling his lap, his hands in your hair. He tugged hard enough to tilt your head back, his lips tracing a hungry line down your throat, carelessly leaving hickey after hickey like a patchwork of paintings. Music drowned out everyone else, the heavy thrum of guitar riff and Satoru's voice over the loud speaker the soundtrack for tonight's party.
"Suguru," You murmured, a thick dizziness clouding your thoughts, fogging your focus until he took center-stage. Horny? Or maybe the first sign you'd have a hell of a hangover tomorrow? Probably both.
"Mm," He breathed into your skin, sharp nose grazing softly as his other hand slipped underneath your dress to drag you closer, like you weren't already snugly pressed against his chest. Intimate and indecent, taking up half the couch.
"Shouldn't we go somewhere more private?" You giggled, gasping when his canines scraped against your collarbone. You squirmed, grinding harder against the thick bulge barely contained in his jeans, and his teeth actually sank in, forcing you to bite back a moan.
"Please do," Satoru sarcastically scoffed, reaching over to pinch your side. You tried to swat his hand down, but he changed his aim, poking your thigh instead.
Suguru was buzzed, but Satoru?
Sloshed.
Swearing he only had a couple wine coolers, as if anyone with a brain would believe that with the way he was stumbling, eyes glazed over and glossy lips pouting as he sipped on another bottle of something colorful with a ridiculous alcohol content disguised behind a too-sweet taste. His other arm was slung over the back of the couch, occupying the only spot next to you while he watched his best friend stick his tongue down your throat.
"I'm cutting you off," You teased, leaning over and snagging the bottle from him to take a sip yourself.
He just shrugged, a sly smile tugging up for the first time since you showed up. Maybe for the first time tonight period. "Looks better when you're drinking it anyway."
A room full of drunk party guests watching you make out was fine, but Satoru flirting with you? That was too much.
Suguru let go of your hair to grab the bottle, setting it down on the probably handcrafted coffee table already stained with water-rings before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Ignoring your squeak of protest and smoothing down your too-short dress so it barely covered your ass, leaving Satoru on the couch and carrying you towards the hall.
"Somebody jealous?" You teased, and Suguru huffed.
"You think he wouldn't fuck you if he had the chance?" Suguru grumbled, an impatient edge to his voice.
"No way," You laughed, struggling not to giggle imagining that. Satoru was a helpless flirt, batting his lashing and pushing out his lip while he teased and taunted, but he was also clearly the kind of guy who wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she took her clothes off in front of him. Probably stammer and stutter and have to wipe the sweat from his palms off on his jeans.
"Trust me, he would."
"You're ridiculous," You did giggle now, still picturing a flustered Satoru struggling to even get his shirt off if he was in the same room as you. Anyway, Satoru had been the one pushing so hard for you two to get together after your one night stand to start with.
"And you're oblivious," He retorted with a little click of his tongue.
He turned a sharp corner to a narrow stairwell, taking two steps up at a time until he reached the second floor, the hall noticably more deserted as he continued to carry you past a few wasted makeout sessions and stoners flirting.
"Where are we going?" You poked his back just to bother him, on your own happy high for once, the fuzz that settled in your chest making the rest of you feel all warm and cozy despite your surroundings.
"Somewhere private," Suguru smirked.
It took you approximately four seconds after entering to realize he meant his best friend's bedroom.
You couldn't decide what gave it away. The framed digimon poster? The bright blue comforter? The bookshelves stocked with all sorts of mangas and movies lining half the walls?
It even fucking smelled like his cologne.
"Sugu," You started, a funny feeling twisting in your stomach, like you were a little kid again about to get caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
"He won't care," Suguru casually shrugged as he set you down, turning on a few lamps scattered across the room and switching off the overhead light. Kicking off his boots like he'd done this a billion times.
That made it worse, actually.
You supposed you weren't the first girl he brought up here at a house party if he was so confident. So comfortable to treat Satoru's room like his own.
But you swallowed it. Choked down the jealousy like it was just another bitter beer. Smiled when he picked you up again just to toss you onto the bed, slipping your heels off and letting him pull your torn tights down with his teeth next.
"Stay," He murmured, squeezing your thigh before standing. Your lips parted in protest, but you hesitated and he spoke up again. "You trust me?"
"Yeah," You nodded.
Maybe even more than you should.
He leaned down to kiss you again, the softest he had all night, delicate and tender.
Suguru was beautiful in a way that was almost painful.
He made it so easy to worship him. To suck you in until you hung onto every word that left those lips, until you spent every waking moment waiting for his touch and the rare tenderness he seemed to reserve for so few.
You were a mess. Lovesick and lost and longing for someone who was already supposed to be yours.
But the alcohol made it even more obvious.
You felt like a pet anxiously awaiting its owner, watching Suguru casually stride over to Satoru's closet, opening it and rummaging through the back until he dragged out a fucking tripod and expensive camcorder.
"Wanna make a movie?" He held it up, a crooked smile forming before you even replied.
Because he'd always known your answers in advance.
"No one else will see it?" You reluctantly asked after nodding, watching him set up the camera by the bed, peeking through the viewfinder to make sure he had a nice angle, a perfect view for whatever he was planning.
"Just us," He confirmed with a small smirk, humming to himself while he clicked through the settings.
You sat up straighter, turning to face the camera fully, a little more self-conscious now, fixing your hair with your hands and readjusting your dress even though you had a feeling you wouldn't be wearing it much longer.
He laughed at your nervousness, peering up over it at you. "You look gorgeous."
"Yeah?" You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, struggling not to hold your breath.
"Mhm," He softly murmured, hitting one last button before stepping around the tripod. "Beautiful."
And then you were watching him peel his black t-shirt off, tattoos stretching across the fine muscles of his chest, reaching out to graze your fingers over the gleaming edges in the soft lamp glow.
Skimming your hands down over his dark happy trail to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops and throwing it on top of his shirt. He chuckled again, more amused this time, unbuttoning his jeans and letting you tug them down, your palm tracing over the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. Peering up at him and pretending the camera wasn't there before when you pulled those down too.
He made everything look effortlessly, stepping out and kicking the clothes aside, not nervous at all to be filmed, tilting his head back and groaning openly when you delicately wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, leaning in to lick the swollen tip of his cock.
Suguru's hands were tangled in your hair next, grabbing a fistful to guide your mouth to open up and take him how he wanted.
You were gagging on it two minutes later, his cock bumping into the back of your mouth and pressed against the roof of your mouth, struggling to take his thick girth and trying your hardest anyway, cheeks hollowed out and lewd moans escaping every time he rocked his hips forward.
Veins throbbing against your tongue, nose nuzzling against him and spit pooling around his cock, ignoring the ache in your jaw and only gazing up at him with glossy eyes.
"Fuck, baby," He grunted as you clawed at his hips, Adam's apple bobbing as his muscles tensed again. He let go of your hair to reach down and grab your throat, strong fingers flexing around your straining tendons. "Feel me in here?"
You weakly nodded, another muffled moan escaping when he squeezed just enough to make it hard to breathe.
He pulled out with a quiet groan, like if he didn't right that moment he might finish before he fucked you, but then he was pulling you up to your feet, twisting you around to pull down the zipper of your dress.
Suguru slid it off your body like he was unwrapping a birthday present.
Savoring the moment and enjoying the gift. Unboxing his new favorite toy and breaking it in.
"Been too long," He whispered in your ear, his chest to your back, his lips dotting a line down your neck. Sure, it hadn't been that long since you last had sex, but it had been a while where it was just the two of you, no one else to worry about or interrupt the moment. "I missed you."
"Missed you too," You smiled, relaxing naturally when his hands traveled over you, playing with your breasts and slipping between your thighs, teasing and nipping, taking his time to squeeze and grope you before finally laying you flat on the bed.
He readjusted you first.
Propped your head up on the pillow and splayed your hair out, wiping away a smudge of makeup beneath your eye and rubbing it off on Satoru's pillow.
He even got up to check the camera again, readjusted the angle again.
You covered your tits with your arm, crossing your legs while he worked on it, but he just tch-ed, a quiet reprimand.
"Come back," You complained, pouting at the camera instead of directly at him.
"Just a second, pretty," He murmured.
You rolled your eyes at him, but your attention drifted back to his cock. Hanging heavy, so hard it had to ache, the tip pretty and pink now, pre-cum already collected there.
"Spread your legs for me, alright?" Suguru said, and your heart lurched into your throat.
Truthfully, this wasn't your first sex tape. You and Sukuna had made a couple over the years, but those were different. The sort of dumb videos you or him would just take on your phones, fast and filthy and blurry shots of him fucking you against a mirror or somewhere you shouldn't be.
This was intimate.
Drawn-out and devoted, something that meant more than just fucking jerk-off material.
You slowly spread your legs, feet planted on the bed as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You wondered if the camera captured the way you held your breath, the anticipation tinged with anxiety in the way you looked up at him, the longing in it.
"Touch yourself for me," He murmured.
"Suguru," You scoffed, but your hand was already inching down, biting your kiss-bruised bottom lip.
"Please?" He pitched his voice lower, and you groaned before giving in.
Fingers massaging your clit, muscles already tense as you tried to find a steady rhythm, closing your eyes and reclining your head back on the pillow that smelled too much like Satoru to really focus on anything else.
You felt clumsy, your circles messy, unable to make steady strokes when you could feel Suguru's stare searing through you.
Huffing at the friction, lip pushed out in a pout when you opened your eyes, glancing at the camera lens pointed at you.
"Look at me," He purred, and you forced your attention to flick up to him, his jaw tightening once you locked eyes with him.
Suguru was barely holding it together, leashing the urge to climb on top of you and bury himself in, cock twitching just watching your weak attempt to slot your fingers where his should be. But yours weren't long enough, weren't nearly thick enough to provide half the pleasure his could.
"I need your help," You whined, desperate to feel him, cheeks burning with the embarrassment of begging and core heating up because of it anyway.
You liked being beneath him. Liked being taken care of.
Knowing you were his - that he wanted you to be.
The mold you thought you had to fit didn't matter anymore. He sliced through all the shields you spent so long building, broke down the bricks you'd been hiding your heart behind. And part of you was still on standby, ready for repairs the second he slipped up, but it was getting easier to believe he wouldn't.
"Aw," He chided, and even his mocking was infuriatingly cute. Your heart skipping a beat when he climbed on the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight until he was on top of you.
"Asshole," You murmured, unfortunately not meaning it at all, blushing as he kissed you again.
Open-mouthed and heated, swallowing your needy moans when his hand brushed your aside to slip between your thighs, immediately shoving two thick fingers inside you. His cock was pressed into your thigh, and you could feel it throb when he felt for himself just how soaked you were.
"Call me that again, and I'll fuck yours," He dryly said, halfway between a tease and a threat, eyes narrowing like he hoped you would. Unlike you, he usually meant what he said.
Your lips parted to test your luck, but then he crooked his fingers deeper, and nothing would come out, just sharp gasps for air, brain blanking under the unrelenting force of his fingers. Thrusting hard and fast, curling his calloused fingers until you were crying out his name, eyes shut tight and hips arching up off the bed.
"C'mon, sweetheart," He hummed, smirk settling on his face watching you fall apart on his fingers, his thumb tracing far more effective patterns on your sore and swollen bud than you ever could. "Say it."
And another day, you probably would've. Would've giggled and bit back, grabbed his cock and teased him until he couldn't take it anymore and fucked you stupid in whatever hole he wanted.
But the alcohol had loosened you up, your head fuzzy and light for once while the rest of you was so warm and he felt so right, that the wrong thing slipped out instead.
"I-I love you," You breathed.
Three words you could hardly believe were leaving your mouth, but falling out anyway, the sort of truth that just spilled from you, too stuffed full of his fingers to keep it inside.
He paused, buried deep enough you could feel the metal of his ring rubbing against your skin, hair hanging down, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face as it set in for him.
You loved him.
Brushing his thumb over your lips as if he could capture the promise. There was no taking it back, not when you both knew you meant it.
He softened.
The storm that was always going on behind his dark eyes settling, an almost imperceptible smile curling up on his own lips before he kissed you. There wasn't biting or sucking, just a slow kiss that stamped his name on your heart.
It probably would've been the most romantic moment of your life.
Until Satoru stumbled in through the door.
You both turned at the first creak, but it was too late for either of you to cover up, both naked in his sheets, his camera on and blinking to capture you getting finger-fucked by your boyfriend.
Suguru didn't react, not really, just leaning down to brush your hair away from your ear before whispering in it. "Wanna test that theory?"
And God, you couldn't help the way the thought made you squeeze around him, cunt answering before you could. Your unsure gaze landed on Satoru just to find he was staring, blue eyes glinting with enough nervous energy to power a small city. Something in your chest pulled tight, intangible and impossible to ignore, swallowing the heart-sized lump in your throat before nodding.
You shouldn't.
It was a bad idea.
Terrible, even.
You had just told Suguru you loved him, and you were about to have a fucking threesome with his best friend. It could just be more proof he felt the same, the fact he was confident enough in your relationship to let him have even just the tiniest taste of you.
But there was the sneaking suspicion he just wanted to show off the fact that you were in love with him to Satoru too.
"If you want to, just ask," Suguru tsk-ed, burying his face in your neck to suck hickies down to your collarbone.
"S'toru," You gasped his name, glancing over still clinging to Suguru's shoulders as a third finger slid in to join the other two.
He was staring hard, his mouth hanging open, and you were pretty fucking positive he was drooling, a raging hard-on barely contained in his pants. "Y-yeah?"
"Are you coming over?" You whined, head tilting back to let Suguru's canines scrape harder against your throat. "Or are you just gonna stare?"
"Shit, fuck, okay, I mean, sure," He rambled, scrambling to strip his clothes off, shirt first and jeans quickly following. A surprising tattoo ran near his happy trail, a little giggle escaping you before he pulled his boxers down, and the sight of his cock shut you up.
It was longer than you expected, not quite as thick as Suguru's, but it had a pretty curve to it, a shade of pink that almost matched his lips.
Your boyfriend pulled his fingers out of you, but he popped them in his mouth instead, sucking it clean while he threw an amused gaze over to his clearly flustered best friend.
"You can't cum inside her," Suguru said, more stern than you expected.
"Okay, okay," Satoru eagerly accepted anyway, sitting on the bed next to him, his eyes flicking from one body part to the next like he couldn't decide where to look.
"What do you think, baby? Wanna show him how pretty you look cumming on my cock?" Suguru murmured, flipping you around easily, manhandling you until you were on your hands and knees.
Satoru readjusted too, positioning himself in front of you so you had to face him while Suguru spread your thighs apart from behind.
Fingers prying you apart, admiring you for a long second before you felt the tip of his cock start to edge in. You tightened in anticipation, hips wiggling back before he gripped one tight, sinking into the soft flesh.
You barely stifled your moan, nervously holding Satoru's excited gaze as he got closer, your stare flicking to the swollen tip of his cock in front of you.
Were you really about to let them to spitroast you? On camera?
Fuck.
The thought was enough you clamped down on Suguru harder as he pushed past the first ring of resistance, listening to him groan and imagining him gritting his teeth as he sank into your heat.
Satoru shuffled forward, and your mouth was already opening, ready to wrap around him and let him get laid for once, but Suguru spoke up, the sound of his honeyed voice making both of you hesitate. "Did I say you could fuck her mouth?"
Sometimes you forgot just how mean Suguru could be.
Satoru had to fuck his fist in front of your face instead, your lips permanently parted in broken moans and weak whimpers while Suguru fucked into you with rough thrusts, bottoming out with every harsh snap of his hips against your ass.
And as hot as he sounded on stage, it was wildly different to hear him in bed, moaning with you and watching his best friend give you the best fucking back shots of your life, thick fingers nimbly stroking your clit like it was an instrument he was a professional at playing while he pounded into you.
The headboard was banging into the wall with the force of it, and all you could do was hope the music downstairs was loud enough to drown out any noises the three of you were making.
Satoru's pale fingers were fast, sloppy, really, collecting the leaking pre-cum as lube as he roughly palmed his cock. Jaw clenched and watching you through hazy eyes, breathing through his nose as Suguru purred dirty nothings in your ear, teasing both of you for how wrecked you were.
"Jus' a little longer, alright?" Suguru murmured, leaning down so his chest was once again on your back, kissing your hair. It was soothing, despite how taut and tight the rest of you felt, forcing yourself to relax and cling onto your sanity for a few seconds more.
You nodded, choking out a mmph while his cock just grinded so nice and snug against your cervix, like he was right at home. He pressed more kisses to your shoulder, sweet ones that lingered even after his lips moved.
"So good for me, baby," He groaned, digging his fingers into your hip, the ones grazing over your clit pausing to apply more pressure. Your brain had turned to mush, melting into whatever mold he wanted it to. "Isn't she pretty, Satoru?"
"Fucking gorgeous," Satoru grunted back, although, it was so mangled and mumbled together through his grinding molars you could barely make it out.
You weren't faring much better.
Honestly, you didn't think you could form a word at all after Suguru fucked them out of you. You could barely feel your limbs, only held up his strength, squirming and gasping in time with his thrusts.
"Can't talk?" Suguru teased, knowing your body well-enough to recognize the tremble in your thighs, the shakiness in your breath. Careful to never cross the line, but bring you right to the border.
He chuckled at your attempt to reply, a choked-out whimper considering his cock felt like it was lodged in your lungs.
And then his fingers crested over you aching clit at just the right spot, massaging practiced circles that had you seeing constellations, cumming and unraveling so fast you almost forgot you were on camera.
"You're okay," He purred, dark and low and dangerous. "That's my girl."
You were clawing for something, anything to steady yourself, somehow accidentally grabbing Satoru's though, while you came undone.
Who, uh, proceeded to finish on your face.
You didn't even think he meant to, warm spurts of white cum hitting your (open) mouth and covering your cheeks while you let out a strangled yelp of surprise. Blinking up at him glossy-eyed just to see he was staring at you the same way, his cock still in his hands and leaking cum out on the bed as he gaped at what he just did.
Even if it wasn't being filmed, you were pretty sure he'd remember the image of you covered in his cum while his best friend fucked you for the rest of his life.
You were only half-aware of Suguru cumming, brain barely registering his groan as you felt something damp leak down your thighs too. Fucked out and literally filled up, you guessed.
You'd have to remind him to buy a morning after pill tomorrow.
Suguru's hand traced over your ass, holding you up still despite your shaking limbs, exhaustion clawing it's way into your bones.
"Cut the camera, Satoru," He muttered, sounding tired too.
"Sure," Satoru sighed, standing up. But not before dragging his thumb across the cum still sticking to your face, drawing a line with it over your lips, and you weren't sure what exactly he was wishing for. "Care if I make a copy?"
"Ask her," Suguru shrugged.
He flipped you onto your back, scowling at Satoru's cum all over your face and sighing.
"How do I know you're not going to like, send it to anyone?" You managed to ask, your voice a little raspy and raw still.
Suguru snagged some tissues from the nightstand, wiping your face as clean as he could get it while Satoru pressed a few buttons on the camcorder.
"Pinky promise?" Satoru proposed, pouting at you a few feet away.
"Fine, but I will literally cut your dick off if any of that footage sees the light of day," You threatened, not feeling very tough when you could barely move a muscle.
"You're not threatening Suguru," He complained, plopping down on the bed next to you and brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Suguru pushed his hand back before he could finish.
"We both know he doesn't like sharing," You shrugged.
Satoru was probably the only person who knew that as well as you.
Wherever he went, it was Suguru's show.
Your boyfriend smirked, just a small one, a coy little tug of his lips up at your back-and-forth. He grabbed another tissue, cleaning your lips off again. "You sore, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," You hummed, and it was obvious he was just feigning his apologetic smile, that he wasn't the least bit sorry for fucking you so hard. He tossed the tissues in a nearby wastebasket, running his hands back over your body, pausing to squeeze your tired thighs.
"Can I get you anything?" He cocked his head the side, searching your face for any lasting discomfort like Satoru wasn't still next to you.
"I'm okay," You yawned, pushing off your palms to sit up, and he immediately pulled you into his lap. His skin was still damp, sweat sticking to his muscles without any clothes on.
He didn't mind the cum still dripping down your thighs, given that it was his, pressing your head into his chest to kiss the top of it a few more times.
Being with him wasn't like anything else.
Sore hips and an aching jaw and the feeling in your gut that this moment wouldn't last forever but wished it would anyway. Studying every detail and line of his sharp jaw, the flecks of color in his eyes and every shadow of his face.
If Satoru wasn't here, you'd probably tell him you loved him again and hope to hear it back.
"When I told you guys to get a room, I didn't mean mine, by the way," Satoru scoffed behind you, and when you turned around, he still wasn't dressed.
"You didn't seem to mind when you were cumming on my girlfriend's face," Suguru reminded him, reluctantly untangling from you.
Perched on the edge of the bed while he stood again, picking up his discarded clothes from the floor to put them back on. You watched his tattoos flex, staring at his muscles as he pulled up his jeans and boxers first before tugging his t-shirt back over his head.
"Where was I s'pposed to cum?"
He really could be an idiot.
Suguru shot his best friend a sharp enough glare to shut him up, but the silence didn't last very long before Satori was speaking up again. "Are you mad at me?"
You weren't sure which one of you was playing the clingy girlfriend anymore after that line.
"It's fine," You mumbled, trying to ease the growing tension, although it was much more awkward than angry while Suguru tied his boots back.
Suguru pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket along with a lighter you gifted him a couple weeks ago, but Satoru huffed. "You can't smoke that in here."
"I know," Suguru rolled his eyes, glancing towards you to gesture towards the door. "I'll be out front for a few minutes."
"Sure." You glanced back towards your own rumpled clothes before nodding. "Just, um, come find me afterwards?"
"I'll be yours for the rest of the night," He reassured, and he had the sense to at least check through the crack that no one was in the hall before stepping out and shutting it behind him.
Satoru picked up your clothes, round the bed to hold them out for you.
"Here," He mumbled, staring at the floor instead of your tits, and it seemed all that cockiness and confidence disappeared with Suguru.
"Thanks."
You tried to smile, but it felt forced, unsure of how to just act friendly when he was the reason there was still the faint taste of salt on your lips.
Hurrying to get your panties back up your thighs and shimmy your dress back up, you struggled to get the zipper until you felt a hand on your waist to hold you still. "Um, sorry, uh, let me help."
He quickly pulled the zipper up, letting go of you just as fast and stepping back like he wasn't sure where the boundaries were drawn now either after Suguru had turned the line into more of a squiggle.
"Thanks again, I guess," You awkwardly laughed, fixing the hem of it and trying to forget the fact Suguru's cum was collecting in your panties while you padded across Satoru's floor to snag your heels.
He watched you slip them back on, his lips parted and the words strangled in his throat.
"That was, um, fun," You smiled, hand on the doorknob already. "But, seriously, I will maim you if that gets out."
Satoru smiled back, all big and cheeky, running his big hand through his unkempt hair, and really, if you only looked chest-up, you could probably believe in that playboy image they kept trying to peddle for him.
"You can trust me."
And strangely enough, you were starting to.
Slipping back out into the hall, you hardly recognized anyone by the time you made it back to the living room. Friends of friends, a few faces you'd seen in magazines or commercials, all sorts of people who probably had barely spoken more than three sentences to the band before.
More people had shown up, packed in too tight for comfort. You were sweating already as you shuffled through the crowd, squeezing between people until you found a door leading out into an open backyard.
He must've hired a gardener, or someone who specialized in landscaping, pretty stone paths and flowers decorating the wide lawn.
You didn't go too far from the house, just a little ways down the path so it'd be easier for Suguru to find you.
But it seemed someone else spotted you first.
"You didn't text me back."
You didn't turn. Didn't look. Why would you when there was no need to?
Somewhere in the back of your brain, you'd already recognized his presence, maybe just the sound of his steps or some subtle change in the air.
"What do you want to talk about?" You hated how hurt you still sounded before you even saw him. His unopened gift was still left at home in its box, begging you to take a peek so he could shove himself through the crack and back into your life.
"Us," Sukuna insisted, like there had even ever been an us.
"I don't want to fight with you anymore," You mumbled. You were tired of it. Exhausted for clawing and clinging to any shred of comfort and control.
"Do you think I want to?" Sukuna asked, and he was closer now, probably just a step or two behind you, but he hadn't reached out yet.
"Yeah," You deadpanned.
He thrived in chaos. In the push and pull you two had been stuck in for years.
"I'm not here to fight with you either," He sighed, exhaling hard.
You did turn now, throwing a suspicious glance back at him before twisting, arms folded across your chest.
"I just," Sukuna stopped himself.
"You just what?"
"I'm sorry," He grunted, and despite everything that has happened tonight, this was the moment that made you question if it might've all been a dream and you were really dozing off back in bed.
But no, it was really him, dark circles bruising his eyes and a tight frown on his face as he clenched his jaw, every muscle tense as he stared through you.
"I miss you."
"Do you?" You echoed, blinking at him hard. Or was it just the sex he missed? The fact that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and you'd still wait for him to come back to you?
You looked back to the house, searching to see if Suguru or Satoru would come out and catch the uninvited guest speaking to you, but Sukuna immediately noticed.
"Are you here with him?"
"You know I am," You muttered back. His face hardened as he bit down on the inside of his cheek.
"Boyfriend just taking a smoke break?" He scoffed.
You weren't sure if he was mocking you or Suguru. Either way, you didn't reply, sucking on the inside of your cheek and glancing down at the grass.
"You let him kiss you." It was more of a statement than a question coming from him. A sharp assessment.
When has he even seen Suguru kissing you? On the couch? Or earlier?
For some stupid reason, it felt like the world paused. No bugs buzzing or birds chirping, just a heaviness hanging in the air between you and your heart stalling in your chest.
"What?" You choked out.
"Don't you hate the taste?" He was skirting around what was actually bothering him, but then again, everything involving your boyfriend bothered him.
"You used to smoke too," You weakly mumbled, not sure where to look.
"I quit," Sukuna countered with a pointed frown. "Because of you."
"Yeah, sure," You dismissed, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your mouth like it'd help digest that tidbit.
"I'm serious."
You could handle him being a dick. Could tolerate his impatience and disdain and all around awful attitude.
But this new serious Sukuna?
You were clueless.
"As if I could ever control anything you did," You argued. If you could, you wouldn't have had to bail him out twice before you even made it through college. Wouldn't have put ice packs on his black eyes or bandaged split knuckles when he got into bar fights.
"You didn't like it," He simply said. Plainly reciting a fact.
"Is that supposed to prove you like, love me or something?" You said it to scare him off, stun him the way he was last time.
But he didn't flinch.
"I always have," Sukuna grunted, not even hesitating a second. You stepped back, but he wasn't done. "I do."
"Funny that you decide that now," You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers and picking at your cuticles to calm yourself.
"Look, I know I'm an idiot and a huge fucking asshole, but I'm working on it, okay?" He admitted, the gravel him his voice not doing much to hide the panic in his words. The lump in his throat bobbed hard. "I can't lose you."
Just in general? Or to Suguru?
"Sukuna," You sighed. "I'm not leaving him."
"I know," He grumbled, frustrated. The anger simmering behind his eyes threatened to burn you too, but he was still keeping everything contained, carefully choosing every word for once instead.
There was some undertone to it that you didn't want to stare too hard at. The way he looked at you like he still thought Suguru would crush your heart, that it was just about sex or something that would end with you in pieces he had to pick up.
"Then what do you want from me?" You bluntly asked, begging him to just say it out loud.
"You said we could still be friends," He reminded you of that little fact as if it was some vow you swore to keep.
"You want to be friends?" You repeated incredulously.
"Just don't cut me out again," He grunted, not a hint of a smirk or snide smile on his face. It was as close as he could come to vulnerable. Eyes focused on you like there wasn't a huge fucking party raging on fifteen feet away.
"What about Suguru?" You asked.
"What about him?" He grumbled, barely stopping himself from scowling just at the mention of his name.
"I don't think he's going anywhere any time soon," You huffed. This wasn't something he could squeeze himself between. Not something you'd let him ruin.
"I know," He repeated again, thick brows furrowed together.
"What if we get married? Have kids? You'll be fine just being friends?" You tested, waiting to see if he'd snap under the tension.
But he held fast, stealing another step closer.
"I can't not be in your life."
You hesitated. Making up with Sukuna meant you'd probably have to confess to Suguru what sort of relationship you had before. But surely, Suguru would accept it - he already accepted everything else about you.
"Whatever issues you had with him before, you'd apologize to him? Play nice?" You reluctantly asked, glancing back towards the house again as your damp panties stuck to your thighs, plastered with the reminder of whose you were now.
"Whatever you want me to do." It was more of a grumble than groveling, his voice still rough, but you were stunned to realize he really meant all of it.
You never expected him to beg for you back.
But it was even stranger seeing him so sober about everything.
The regret etched into his face. Disappointment sinking in when his stare caught into the love bites littering your throat. His jaw shut tight as he grinded his molars.
"Did you watch the show?" He eventually asked after a thick pause, but his words didn't cut through the air, just added more weight to it.
"I heard your song," You admitted, although you hadn't worked up the courage to listen to it a second time, to dissect every line and turn it over in your head until you couldn't stand it anymore.
You didn't know what else to say. Call it beautiful when you just found it haunting? Tell him you liked it when it fucking hurt? That every word and wish stung?
Sukuna glanced over his shoulder, glaring at whatever he saw there before turning back to you.
"I meant it."
He looked at you one last time before heading back towards the front door without another word, eyes softer, lines crinkling beside them before he left you. You realized why a second later, a familiar head of white hair bounding in your direction, throwing a wary glance at Sukuna when they crossed paths.
Your (former?) best friend didn't acknowledge him, just barely brushing past his shoulder to head inside and probably leave. You had a feeling if you weren't here, Satoru might've tried to stop him, to drag him into a confrontation about crashing his party. But his current concern was you.
"What'd he say?" Satoru huffed the second he was close enough, but it was softer than you expected. Just a little surprised, searching your face for any clues. "Was he bothering you?"
"No, not really," You shrugged, and his shoulders almost immediately sagged with relief. He nodded his head towards a little swinging bench tucked under a tree nearby, before taking your wrist and tugging you towards it.
You briefly considered protesting before giving in, plopping down next to him with a sigh.
"That's good," He mumbled, and you tried to distinguish why from the pull of his brows, the slight squint of his eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Suguru probably would've punched him if he saw him talking to you," Satoru chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his hair.
Your stomach churned.
"Seriously?" You asked, hoping he didn't catch the way your breath hitched.
"He fuckin' hates him," He nodded, and you noticed the new wine cooler half-empty in his other hand.
"Just because of the band stuff?" You tried to sound innocent, like you weren't just fishing for more information. Rivalries were one thing, but the contempt hinted out in seething comments and sincere scowls was a little much.
"Nah," Satoru shook his head. "They actually got into a fist fight a couple years ago."
How the fuck had they both left out that little detail?
"About what?" You gaped.
"Dunno," He shrugged. "Wasn't in the room when it started. Suguru never told me."
"Oh."
Just how fucked were you?
"My dad covered it up, helped bury the story, y'know, since we were still starting out and everything, said it was safer that way," He dryly repeated his words, but it just left an acidic taste in your mouth.
You sat in silence for a few minutes, shocked that Satoru was capable of clamping his mouth shut that long while you pulled over the facts.
Suguru and Sukuna hated each other.
Sukuna said he loved you. Your boyfriend hadn't. Yet.
Would he after you admitted you warmed his rival's bed for the past few years? Would Sukuna even really apologize for whatever part he played in pissing him off?
A pre-hangover headache was forming behind your eyes, the pressure building in your skull when you looked back over to Satoru.
He was lost in his own thoughts, probably replaying some other scene from today in his head, his stare focused just on some random bush, unblinking.
"You wanna talk about it?" You asked, swinging your feet and glancing up at the stars glittering in the sky overhead.
They were pretty out here.
Bright and eye-catching, the kind you could pick out constellations and planets in, no clouds or harsh city lights to snuff them out. You bet Satoru would know them. Could probably trace them out and explain however many light years away they were.
Another night, maybe, one where he wasn't wasted and mentally a million years away himself.
"About what?" He casually shrugged, kicking his feet off he ground to make the swing go higher.
"Tonight," You guessed, but the second it slipped out, you wished you could shove it back in watching him wince.
"It sucked," He muttered, before realizing you might misinterpret it and immediately backpeddling. "Not you, fuck, you were perfect, I just meant-"
"I didn't really do anything," You still smiled despite your churning stomach, a small giggle slipping out at the panic sweeping across his face.
"You're here," He casually said, like it meant much more to him. Then he sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes. "I was just, uh, talking about dinner."
It was bitter, disconnected, as if even the idea of it was some cruel joke.
"Yeah, your dad was, uh, a kind of-"
"Insufferable," Satoru finished your sentence for you with a scoff. "A pompous prick who thinks he can pay anyone off."
You laughed a little, his bluntness comforting in its own weird way.
"We're all just stupid pawns to him," He muttered under his breath.
What was there even left to win when he was clearly already filthy rich?
You didn't comment, just listened to him ramble while you studied the stars some more, a cold breeze passing by and making you shiver as a few leaves fell from nearby trees.
He noticed.
Satoru set his drink down, peeling the new sweatshirt he was wearing without even asking if you wanted it. Just handed it to you, thick and oversized with some goofy character printed on the front. You still pulled it over your head with a soft laugh.
"Thanks," You murmured, grateful for the warmth.
"Of course," Satoru grinned, and it was the easiest smile you returned tonight.
He cocked his head, his bright blue eyes squinting before his cheeks flushed red. Nervously, he pointed at a loose strand of hair by your face.
"Um, you got a, uh, little something," He started saying, about to reach out and get it before hesitating as you realized what he was talking about.
Oh.
"You can get it," You suppressed another laugh. It was his fault it was there after all. If he noticed though, you sincerely hoped Sukuna hadn't.
Satoru swallowed hard before his fingers delicately started combing through it to get the dried cum out, mumbling under his breath. "My bad."
Then a camera flashed.
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You’re making me question who it should be in the end. Also seamlessly written threesome 💜 I’m sitting over here staring at my phone and glaring at it. Who to pick…?
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Me.
Also Sukuna and reader are giving me Taken Back to Eden Vibes right now. Or Damocles. Either way, Sleep Token is the vibes I’m getting
is it a man? a beast? no! it's the abominable gojo!
synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first
pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader
content: mdni, fluff and smut, idiots falling in love, monsterfucking, cuddling, comfort, soft n sweet yeti gojo back at it again, wet dreams, oral (f! receiving), they want each other BAD
Pretending you weren't falling in love was harder when you woke up wrapped in his arms every morning.
Satoru would pile pelts and blankets over you when he eventually pulled away to slip out for a couple hours each morning, only after snuggling up to you closer and squeezing you until your lungs were straining while you tried and failed to go back to sleep. Murmuring soft whispers in your ear about dreams he had, all ones that involved you.
Sometimes? When he thought you were still dreaming too?
He pressed a few faint kisses to your forehead, his lips tender, gentle before he tucked himself back into your side.
After just over a month of living together, you couldn't quite convince yourself it was just casual affection now.
"Sweetheart," He whispered in your ear, poking your cheek.
You still regretted teaching him pet names. Never would've if you'd known you'd be subject to every single one you ever mentioned to him in every conversation you had.
"Hm?" You grumbled, rolling into your stomach so he couldn't keep poking you.
He'd left the cave earlier this morning, nudging you awake before he went hunting to give you a heads up and remind you to please stay inside. You thought he'd stay out a little longer, let you sleep a little later.
"Come here," He huffed, impatient as ever.
"Huh? Where?" You yawned, rubbing your eyes and trying to convince the rest of your body to wake up too. You hadn't exactly stepped foot outside since the wolf attack. Satoru tried to take you with him once or twice in the past week, but the idea of limping around in the snow and struggling to keep up while he checked traps and set more wasn't exactly that appealing to you.
"It's a surprise," He whined, tugging the blankets off of you. He still frowned when he saw the makeshift bandages covering your still-healing ankle, tied tight to protect the aching bite. You grumbled as you begrudgingly sat up, pointing over to the pile of clothes he'd recently washed and dried for you on one of the rare days the sun was out and the snowfall stopped.
He even built a funny-looking clothes line after you tried to draw out what it looked like to speed up the process.
"A surprise?" You echoed, his words just now starting to set in. You squinted at him while he slipped socks on your feet, careful to not accidentally touch the bite before he tugged a sweater over your head and held out pants for you to wear. His stare drifted down to the shorts you'd taken to sleeping in now that you had his body heat to keep warm at night, swallowing hard before turning around so you could change.
"Um, mhm," He managed a throaty mumble, and you watched his messy hair bounce as he nodded. You wanted to ask him if you could try giving him a trim, but you weren't sure how he'd feel about the scissors so close to his head. They might even be too dull for you to use.
You figured he had to have given himself a haircut at some point, given the fact his hair wasn't past his shoulders, but the ends were tousled, uneven.
He was still unfairly attractive. Somehow starkly pretty despite being so masculine, the long lashes and gleam in his eyes, the way his mused hair added to his charm, the sweater you'd barely had enough yarn to knit stretched tight across his muscled chest, the boxers that once belonged to your ex-boyfriend clinging to his thighs right above where the fur started.
It was cute though, everything you'd given him, everything you shared, he treated preciously, being extra careful not to rip or tear each time he washed or handled them.
"Okay," You sighed, shuffling out of your shorts and sliding up your pants, goosebumps trailing down your skill at the chill in the air. The only pair of boots you had that weren't ruined were not nearly as warm, but you guessed it was better than snow seeping in through the gaping teeth marks in the side of the other ones. You pushed off the ground to stand, wincing at first when you put your weight on your leg before readjusting. "You have my attention."
"Good," He grinned, glancing over his shoulder down at you.
You were about to brush past him before he held a hand up to stop you, cocking his head to the side with a funny look you knew was meant to reprimand you.
"What are you doing?" He asked, bottom lip pushed out as he squinted at you.
"Walking," You yawned, trying to swat his hand down so you could pass, but he just wrangled it away with a flick of his wrist.
"I'm carrying you," He insisted with a frown, like you suggested something absurd.
"You don't have to-"
You were slung over his shoulder before you could finish protesting.
"See?" He proudly insisted. "Easy."
"Put me on your back at least," You grumbled, and to his credit, he listened. Setting you back down and squatting so he could give you a piggy back ride. He had to duck under the cave entrance so he didn't accidentally whack your head against the ceiling, straightening his shoulder and standing tall once you made it outside.
You rested your head against his shoulder, shutting your eyes to block out the bright sun reflecting off the snow and steal a little more of his warmth for yourself while he walked.
Honestly, you might have even fallen back asleep if it wasn't for him abruptly stopping.
"Mm? Sato-" You murmured in his ear, craning your head back up to look at him as you blinked.
He held up a finger to his lips to shush you (yet another thing you sorely regretted teaching him) but then he nodded his head down and you saw why.
A shallow burrow had been dug into the ground, a bundle of white fur blending in until it started moving, and you realized what you were looking at. A litter of wild rabbits, the kits cuddled up to their mother.
He dropped you to your feet, taking a step back so you could bend over for a closer view.
The cold was nipping at your nose, the wind blowing your hair in your face and forcing you to hold it back while you watched how the bunnies curled up together.
It was startlingly cute.
A reminder that the soft could still survive, smiling to yourself at the quiet noises they made, the twitch of their noses and curious glances your way. An overwhelming warmth washed over you, a lightness you hadn't felt in so long as you started to turn back to Satoru.
"Thank you," You whispered, glancing back one more time at the bunnies before grabbing his wrist and trudging through the snow closer to him. You didn't want to disturb them. "That was a good surprise."
His lips curled up in a coy expression, tilting his head to the side as he slipped his hand in yours.
"That wasn't the surprise."
You barely had time to process it before he was tugging you along behind him.
"What happened to carrying me?" You frowned, glancing around at the wide expanse of white broken up by a handful of plants, the thick trees and snow-capped branches, a few bushes here and there still frosted over.
"We're close," He promised, too excited to tease you for once.
"We better-"
You cut yourself off this time as he pulled you through a cluster of trees to a small clearing.
It was pretty on its own, the snow thinner here, one side sloping down into a frozen river, flowers littering the treeline. But what caught your eye was the carved bench towards the center, something clearly handcrafted.
You tried to suck in a breath, but nothing would go in. Glancing over and looking up at him, it was obvious from the big blue puppy dog eyes waiting for praise that it was his handiwork.
"You did this?" Your voice came out in a whisper, your brain piecing together the puzzle before he even finished nodding. "For me?"
The missing tools, the morning 'hunts', that day he disappeared and returned just in time to save you.
"Do you like it?" He asked, his snowy white lashes fluttering as he pulled you over to it.
You ran your fingers over the carvings, the rough etches into the wood and then the smooth seat. It would probably barely be big enough for both of you, but the height, the arm rests, it was all clearly done with you in mind.
"It's beautiful," You quietly answered, a hot lump forming in your throat you could hardly choke down. It wasn't like it was expertly done or anything, but the earnestness of the effort, it made it exquisite to you.
It was surprisingly comfortable too, sitting down and tracing the edges of his woodwork, wondering how difficult it must have been to teach himself, or if it was just another thing that came naturally to him.
He crammed himself in next to you, the wood creaking for a second, and he couldn't hide the worry that flashed across his face before it stopped and he sighed.
"When the ice melts, I catch fish over there," Satoru muttered, gesturing towards the small river you were facing. "I like it here."
It was his favorite place, and he was sharing it with you.
Wanted to offer you a sliver of his sanctuary, built you an alter to watch him from. Or perhaps the other way around.
"Satoru," You spoke softly, interlacing your fingers with his once again.
When the ice melts.
He was already thinking about summer. Carving you out the most comfortable spot in his heart and life for you.
You wanted it. You wanted to spend the warmer days curled up right here, watching him fish and having picnics and catching butterflies. You wanted the long nights cuddled up together, the heat of his body and his hands on yours.
It was just the logistics you couldn't linger on.
He leaned over to kiss your forehead, his lips barely grazing against your skin before he pulled away.
"For us."
Satoru carried you back half an hour later, fretting over you like you were fragile enough to shatter in the cold. Or maybe he wanted the excuse to warm you up back instead, pulling you on his lap and holding you against him on the chair next to the fire.
Would it be so terrible to stop fighting it? To let yourself have him? If only for a while? Would a life out here be so hard if you were living it with him?
"You're quiet tonight," Satoru commented while you changed after night fell, stripping off your sweater and folding it back up by your suitcase before you got down on the ground next to him.
Maybe next you could ask him to build you a bed.
"Just thinking," You mumbled, pulling one of the warm pelts over you while he tucked your hair behind your ear. He'd slipped off his own sweater, letting you rest your head on his chest, his fur even softer than the fuzzy fabric previously covering it.
"About me?" He teased.
"Maybe."
He chuckled at that, giving you a wry smirk you still saw when you closed your eyes. "Good."
Apparently, you couldn't even escape him in your dreams either.
Being back in your own bed gave it away.
His hands were on your wrists, pinning them above your head while his mouth left kisses across your jaw, slowly trailing hickies from your throat down to your exposed chest. Wrapping those soft lips of his over your peaked nipples and sucking hard, rolling his tongue over them while you writhed and whined for more.
Desperate gasps of his name before his grip loosened, moving to spread your thighs apart, pressing them down into the mattress with the sort of hungry stare that made your stomach flip, as if he really might devour you whole.
He toyed with the band of your panties, slipping one single clawed finger underneath it and pulling it up just to let it smack back against your skin.
"Tease," You huffed at him, hips arching up as if to request he please finally take them off of you.
He ripped them off instead.
A simple swipe of his finger, the sharp edge of his claw tearing through the fabric until it fell off you.
He hummed at the sight of you splayed out so prettily for him, running his massive palms over you while he just took it in.
And clearly, dream Satoru loved to torture you just as much as the real him, because he hesitated over your clit, dragging the pad of his thumb over it in long, slow motions.
His blue eyes narrowing and freezing you in place as he repeated the pattern until you started to squirm, your head getting dizzy the longer he kept it up, tangled in the lust you'd been shoving down and swallowing.
"Please, 'toru," Your broken begging reached its peak, the pressure building and building and building-
Until you weren't in your bed.
And something warm was still pressed inbetween your thighs, your skin slick with sweat and body unreasonably hot as you blinked and tried to put together the scene in front of you. But then you heard it, his raggedy breathing and quiet groan, felt where his cock had started to leak a little through your too-thin shirt from where it was trapped between your body and his.
The most mortifying bit?
It was his thigh between yours, fur probably damp by now from how hard you had been squeezing it between your own, fucking yourself on him as if you were in heat just because of a wet dream.
"G-god, I'm sorry," You squeaked, blinking frantically now as you looked up at his strained expression. God, you couldn't even imagine what he was thinking, how badly you might've fucked this up. His eyes were wild, the lips that had just been all over your body now parted so prettily while you kept stammering. "I-I-"
One of those big hands of his covered your mouth, shaking his head. There was a deep crease between his brows, his sharp nose tilted down at you.
"No."
You were stunned, your own eyes going wide and limps feeling limp as his other hand slipped under your shirt. He wasn't going to let you apologize again.
"I-" He paused, swallowing hard as he tried to select the correct words. "You need me, right?"
You should've shook your head. But it'd just be another lie.
Slowly, you nodded yes, the ache in your heart mirrored by the one between your thighs.
The hand fell from your mouth, his face still unsure, like he thought you might take it back any second as he climbed on top of you.
And God, you were considering it when you realized how much broader he seemed like that, everything about him swallowing you before he shuffled down, pausing when you sat up just enough to pull your shirt over your head.
The way he stared was exhilarating, your heart speeding up as his eyes dragged over your breasts, your nipples hard despite how much you still felt like you were overheating.
Watching him continue south, his fingers slowly peeling your shorts and damp panties down your thighs. You tried to lay back enough to lift your hips and make it easier for him, but he paused when they were only midway down your legs, freezing once he got his full view of you.
It hadn't really struck you until that second he'd never seen well, the female form before.
"I-is it weird to you? I mean, I-" You spoke up, suddenly self-conscious as your panic returned the longer he kept looking at you. "It's fine if you want to for-"
"Every part of you is pretty," He murmured, an annoyingly charming smile quirking up on his lips to hide his momentary confusion.
Satoru was nothing if not adaptable, you supposed.
You were still blushing, biting down on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from reacting when he stripped you completely bare over his sleeping bag.
One of his claws slid over the inside of your thigh, his palms pressing them apart and separating them enough for him to get a better look. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, he fucking spit on your entrance, the cold making you gasp at the contact.
"What the-"
His massive hand cupped your heat, careful to avoid using his claws as he rubbed the base of his palm over your clit. He wasn't sure what he was doing, messily massaging it, but you felt frozen, sparks still stirring at the pressure he was applying. Your half-functioning brain wondered if he spit for lubrication, if it was something he did when he was taking care of himself.
But the mental image of him fucking his fist, those long fingers wrapped around his pretty cock and jerking off, maybe even to the thought of you, it made something pull tight in your stomach.
"T-Toru," You stuttered, barely aware of the nickname you were using as he paused, pressing down harder as his head snapped up to face you.
"Does it feel good?" He asked, so painfully eager to please you.
You nodded, your chin bobbing up in jerky movements as he started rubbing faster, angling his palm down.
"I don't wanna scratch you," He murmured, a hint of caution bleeding through his own husky voice.
"You, hah, you could use your mouth," You managed, a whine escaping when the heat of his hand dissipated.
His face was scrunched together, glancing down from your damp thighs up to your face.
Before you could even stumble through an awkward explanation, Gojo was throwing your thighs over his shoulders, leaning in to lick and lap.
A real hands-on learner.
He was sloppy, all tongue, dragging it up and dipping it in, making lewd sounds as he tried to figure out what you liked, what made you feel good, exploring every new nook of you. Pressing his long tongue hard and flat, crooking it just right on repeat once he discovered which spots made you moan.
And when you grabbed his hair? Tugging at his scalp and crying his name when his lips wrapped around your sore and swollen clit?
He was groaning too, rutting into the sleeping bag with a loud rustle as he just kept going. You were whimpering, probably close to ripping some hair from his scalp as he rolled his tongue over the bud again and again, the edges of his sharp teeth just barely scraping against it to shoot jolts of electricity through your body. Thighs trembling as you gasped for air that never seemed to reach your lungs, panting his name as you came hard for him, a white wall of pleasure smacking you in the face for the first time in months.
"F-fuck, Satoru," You mewled, trying to tug his face up, but his grip on your thighs tightened, a soft grunt escaping as he refused to budge. "S'too much."
He groaned, his lips glossy when he finally pulled away with a pop! looking almost as wrecked as you felt.
"You taste good," He whined, protesting the desperation and looking like there was nowhere he'd rather be than between your legs.
"Later, okay?" You mumbled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I wanna, um, help you too."
His nose scrunched up, a sheepish smile curling up on his face before he awkwardly rolled over onto his back while you propped yourself up on your elbows.
You stared.
There was a first for everything. Including making a guy cum just from eating you out. His stomach and the spot on the sleeping bag that'd just been underneath him was coated in cum, clear white that would probably leave a stain by the morning.
"Later," He echoed, even though he was very much still hard. Your first impression still held true.
who has two floppy ears and a cute little tail? Suguru Geto, apparently!
pairing: bunny!Geto x f!Reader
content: mdni, fluff and smut, au where Geto never defected, taking care of Geto after a curse temporarily transforms him into a rabbit, teasing, multiple povs, coworker to pet to lover, Geto HATES being a bunny, pining, petting, cuddling, domestic fluff, falling in love, smidges of angst, injury, hurt/comfort, gojo being a nuisance and our favorite matchmaker, eventual smut (after he transforms back to his normal body), oral (f! receiving), back shots, unprotected piv sex, creampie, breeding kink, Geto is borderline OBSESSED
art by @aransmind + divider by @dollywons
"You got a bunny?" You giggled, bending down to get a better look at the small ball of fuzz sitting on Shoko's desk. Tufts of long black fur stuck out, beady eyes staring back at you through its mane when you squinted at it.
You never knew bunnies could glare.
Gojo laughed behind you, a big hand clamping down on your shoulder once you stood back up as he leaned in to hum in your ear. His infinity was down for once, but he still seemed a little jittery, his foot impatiently bouncing on the tile. "Not quite."
"Then whose is it?" You tilted your head to the side, one corner of your mouth curling up trying to suppress your laugh that someone actually brought one here. One of the students? Haibara? Nanami?
Its fur was obviously well-maintained, maybe the pieces of his emo little heart leftover from high school convinced him to purchase his own stoic companion.
"Yours."
"Yeah, right," You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes at the realization he seriously expected you to take this thing home and shrugging his hand back off of you. "If you think I'm babysitting whatever animal you-"
"You haven't even let me explain," Gojo whined, tugging at your sleeve.
Between missions and the stacks of paperwork he already pushed off on you, there was no fucking way you were taking care of another one of his problems.
Or pet, in this case.
"No."
"Come on, please," He purred, pitching his voice down and skimming his fingertips over your back in an attempt to butter you up.
"Ask Suguru to take care of it," You sighed, glancing back to where the rabbit hadn't moved, perched on the edge and sitting oddly still, almost observant.
"I can't," He whined.
"Why not?"
"That's Suguru."
You blinked up at him. Then at the bunny. Then back to him. You heard his words, but they weren't setting in, all the synapses in your brain refusing to fire to give them any meaning.
"You named that Suguru?" Your eyebrow shot up, bottom lip still pushed out in a pout.
It wasn't like you were friends with Geto, or more than just coworkers or acquaintances, but you sincerely doubted he would be pleased at the tiny creature in front of you sharing his namesake. Even it didn't seem happy, a harsh thump of his back foot against the table as if he was making a point of his annoyance.
You'd been the subject of Gojo's jokes before, used to the punchlines pointed at you. But this was a new one.
"Suguru, help me out here," He huffed, talking to the bunny. Who actually nodded.
God, you didn't get paid nearly enough for this.
"I swear if this is another joke-" You mumbled, leaning down to get a better look. The bunny, Suguru, was watching you back just as intently, beady eyes staring straight into yours.
"I'm not joking," Gojo protested, as if offended by the thought alone.
You stuck out a finger, wondering if it'd be rude to pet him or even just poke one of his paws, struggling to accept what you were seeing. But the second your finger got close enough to his face, he nipped you.
"Hey, wait-" His warning was a little late when Geto's freshly-sharpened incisors had already sunk into the pad of your finger.
"He bit me," You frowned, pulling your hand back and holding it close to your chest, little red droplets pooling over the broken skin.
"You stuck your finger in front of his mouth," Gojo said it like it should be obvious. "It's, like, an instinct or something."
"How am I supposed to know that?" You blinked, wiping away the blood on your shirt with a disgusted huff.
Suguru stomped his back paw again, irritated with one or maybe both of you for bickering while he was stuck like that.
"What even happened?" You grumbled, muscles pulled tight in your jaw.
"Dunno," Gojo shrugged, readjusting the blindfold over his eyes and pulling it up just enough to peek again at his best friend on the table. "He swallowed the curse one second, and the next, poof!"
He talked with his hands, exaggerating the motion and cocking his head to the side.
"Poof?" You repeated, barely holding in your eye roll.
"Shoko says he should be back to normal in a few days," Gojo just kept on going, ignoring your strained stare. He did pause though, tilting his head from side to side sheepishly. "Or a few weeks."
You half-expected Geto to pop out from the hallway, a wry smile on his face and that annoying know-it-all crinkle of his eyes. Leaning against the doorframe murmuring something about you falling for another one of Gojo's tricks again.
Sure, they'd grown up from the teenagers who used to tease you at every sister school exchange, but ever since you transferred and started working with them as adults, you'd been swept up in their bullshit enough times that you were having trouble shaking your suspicions.
"So you want me to take care of a bunny, I mean, Suguru for weeks? While you do what, exactly?" You grimaced when you corrected yourself, looking back at the door that the real Geto still hadn't walked through.
Once upon a lifetime ago, you actually had a crush on him, doodled his name in notebooks and dreamed about confessing your feelings in some cheesy way. But you'd grown up too, enough to recognize that even as adults, he paid much attention to you outside of polite 'hello's and whatever schemes Gojo roped him into.
"Who do you think has to handle his missions now?" Gojo hummed, ruffling your hair before you could smack his hand away, a cocky smile still on his face.
Unbothered to pick up the slack from his best friend's situation.
You weren't sure what was worse.
Being the one to handle Geto's workload or taking on the workload of handling him.
"I might need you to cover some of his classes too," Gojo added.
"Gojo," You groaned, having a hard time glancing over at the bunny astutely observing your conversation for more than a few seconds at a time.
"Just if, you know, he's like that for more than a week," Gojo gestured back again, like the black ball of fur could speak for itself.
There was no way it'd last that long.
Or you told yourself as much, snagging the pet carrier from the passenger seat of your car and slamming the door shut behind you as you glanced up at your apartment.
You were pretty sure Geto shared your sentiment judging by the faintly audible little grunts from inside the plastic cage, the sound of his nails scratching against the sides.
Oddly enough, you were nervous.
Stomach hurting and twisting with each step you took forward, unable to shake your discomfort and anxiety. He'd never been to your apartment under normal circumstances. Never seemed to see you as anything other than a semi-competent coworker to help Gojo tease.
The latter had been to your place before.
A few times, actually.
Finding excuses to show up at weird hours on his day off, sometimes bringing souvenirs from his missions or just to bother you when he was bored and Geto didn't want to hang out with him.
At least it meant he knew your address, boxes waiting for you by the door, the pet supplies Gojo mentioned having delivered before you left stacked up.
You had to nudge them over with your feet to have enough room to unlock the door and push it open.
"So, uh, this is my place," You cleared your throat, setting the cage down on the floor. Geto was already scratching at the door of it, little claws scraping over the metal bars.
You glanced around your very much not animal-proofed apartment, the dishes still left in the sink and the blanket wrinkled on the couch from where you'd stayed up late watching tv the night before.
"Sorry, I, um, guess I should set up your stuff first," You sighed, opening the door again to start dragging all the boxes back in and tearing them open. Settling onto the floor next to him, legs crossed as you started to take out the pen you'd have to put together, the bags of hay and pet bowls before tugging out toy after toy.
You wondered if Gojo just ordered express-delivery for anything marked bunny in the pet section.
"Sorry," You absentmindedly apologized again to Geto, not even sure what you were saying sorry for. Maybe for the fact he was stuck with you in the first place?
Was it weird to talk to him like that? As if he'd really be able to respond?
You thought it'd be weirder to act like it wasn't still him, to ignore the cues he was still trying to send.
He was shaking his head no inside the cage, displeased with your decision.
"You want out now?" You asked, chewing on the inside of your cheek as his head bobbed back up. You glanced around your place again before hesitantly reaching for the latch to unlock it. "Promise you won't like, chew on any wires or anything?"
You were pretty sure he was internally rolling his eyes at you.
Feeling even more like an idiot, you unlatched it, holding it open so he could hop out. He was sniffing the air, nose twitching. You couldn't tell if it was good or bad.
Whatever he decided, he was quick to sprint away, disappearing around the corner to assess the rest of his new surroundings, where he'd be living for the time being.
You tried not to let the discomfort stew too much, tried to dismiss how nervous you felt at having him here too, distracting yourself with putting together the pen and moving all your furniture to fit it against the wall, filling up a bowls with water and setting up a box with hay for him.
Just throwing in the chew toys with the rest of the stuff made you feel weird, icky treating him like he was your new pet.
Would he think it was pity rather than sympathy if you tried to express that to him? Or would he hate both?
You frowned, breaking down the last of the boxes and tossing them in the trash while you glanced around the floor, searching for a flash of black anywhere.
"Geto? Um, hey, I've got everything set up now?" You called out, peeking into the kitchen and not spotting him there either.
You'd daydreamed a few times about Suguru Geto being in your bedroom.
You just hadn't imagined he'd be chewing up your favorite fucking shoes.
"What the fuck?" You huffed, going to pick him up just for him to scamper away at the last second, growling at you. "You're buying me a new pair, asshole."
That little prick.
It wasn't like you did this to him. Like you even wanted him here.
"We can just fucking pretend none of this ever happened once it's over, okay?" You gritted your teeth, picking up your now-wrecked shoes and walking over to the small trash can in your connected bathroom. "That's what you want, right?"
The black ball of fuzz in front of you made a sound. What exactly it was, you didn't know. Didn't fucking care. But you were pretty sure it was as close as he could get to agreeing.
"Fine then," You huffed, chucking the once beloved pair in the trash can and fixing your stare back in the petulant beast by your feet. Acting out as if you weren't doing him a fucking favor to begin with.
But it was hard for the anger to hold when you were looking at the new him in front of you. Knowing it was probably torture to be trapped in something so small, so helpless he had to rely on a coworker he barely knew to take care of him.
Your frown softened, letting out a soft sigh as the lid for the trash can shut again.
"Once you're you, we can just go back to how it was before. We won't even have to talk again."
This was perhaps the most humiliating week of his life.
Suguru Geto was a man who could stomach almost anything. He had to. Forced to swallow curses, bite back the bile in his throat and learn to live with the taste of it.
But really, hay?
All he could fucking eat was hay? A piece of romaine lettuce? A few carrots? Blueberries if he was lucky?
The taste was fine, good even, to his changed taste buds and the way his brain was currently rewired, but you feeding it to him? Biting your lip and frowning while your fingers held it out for him to take? Like you felt sorry for him?
He hated it.
Hated being trapped here. The stupid pen where you put chew toys for him, the brush you tried to use to comb his fur no matter how many times he managed to wiggle free from your grip, how quickly you bunny-proofed the place, closing doors and putting up gates to keep him contained to the living room and your bedroom. Although, you kept your closet shut now after he'd taken out his frustrations on your shoes in a moment of weakness.
The first few days consisted of feeble attempts at communication, your face scrunching up when you tried to get him to blink once for yes and twice for no before you realized that was stupid. Then came the papers, your almost illegible scrawl in big letters to ask him if the food was okay, if he needed anything, your pout returning when he kept thumping over and over again on the one marked no.
He didn't know if he should be annoyed or appreciative when you returned home from a mission the next day with those push-to-talk buttons people supposedly trained their pets with.
The rational part of him understood how hard you were trying to help.
It didn't make the idea you were trying to tame him feel any less dehumanizing, training him like he really was your pet.
Forced cohabitation was bad enough. He wished you'd just act like he wasn't there. Leave him to eat the hay and watch the tv you never seemed to turn off and wait it out until he got his body back.
You even tried to put him in a fucking harness one afternoon when you came home earlier, cooing softly about taking him outside to get some sun and go on a walk. You gave up after he accidentally bit you when your hand got too close to his face while he squirmed his way out of it.
"Hey, um, Geto?" You called from the bedroom, voice muffled despite the open door.
His head snapped up to the sound automatically, nose twitching. That was another thing, how easily his prey instincts took control at the first hint of danger, reduced to feeling even more like a trapped animal by his own body.
He still found himself staring at you though.
You were dressed up.
Not in your usual work uniform or one of the casual outfits he'd seen you in whenever you tagged along with Satoru somewhere, but in a dark little dress and heels.
"I'm heading out for a few hours, um, sorry to leave you by yourself again," You apologized, when really all he was thinking was thank fucking god for some peace. "Do, uh, you want the tv on or-?"
Suguru thumped his back foot, the best he could do for a no without going through the series of questions that'd inevitably come if he showed an ounce of interest in those dumb buttons.
"Oh, okay," You nodded, jaw tensing as your eyes swept back over the room, looking for something. You didn't find it, returning back to your room and coming out a few minutes later with a purse hooked over your elbow. "Well, um, I'll be back in a bit."
Suguru watched the door shut behind you.
The silence was strange, the quiet he used to enjoy back in his own home drowning him here. Time took longer to pass, no phone or books or movies to distract him.
He missed reading. Missed reclining in his own bed, missed warm baths and washing his hair.
He didn't miss you.
Okay, that was sort of a lie.
Your company was comforting, in a strangling sort of way, weighing down on his conscience in your absence. All his needs were met. Food, water, entertainment. But he was still bored without you.
A bizarre itch that his hind legs couldn't scratch, one he couldn't run from, pacing pointless circles, paws leaving tracks on your soft bedroom rug.
Your scent was everywhere, on every surface, clinging to the clothes you'd left on the floor in your rush to get ready.
He was thankful you weren't here to see him burying his nose into a dress you discarded in a pile next to your half-empty laundry basket, sniffing and rubbing his cheeks and chin over it. Suguru didn't even fully understand why - one of those stupid instinctual urges that he couldn't resist.
"Geto?"
Shit.
He scurried back out to the living room before you made it past the couch, your heels already kicked off as you tossed your purse on the coffee table. You reached up to cover your mouth while you yawned, steps wobbling a little, like you'd been out drinking. He noticed it then - how the hem of your dress was rolled up on your thighs, clinging to the skin, eyes glossed over and tired.
Drinking? Or a date?
He didn't think you had a boyfriend.
Satoru would've known, would've pestered you about it or complained to him about you having a social life outside of work. He'd even tried to set the two of you up a few times, although Suguru usually shot down the idea. He'd never been that interested in having a real relationship with anyone - assumed you were the same way. But that didn't mean you couldn't hook up, have casual flings on your nights off.
It bothered Suguru.
Much more than he cared to confess.
He stared while you half-collapsed on the couch, curling up on your side and reaching for the remote on the table to turn the TV on before sighing and shutting it back off. Rolling over onto your back to just blink at the ceiling overhead.
He was tempted to actually use the buttons for once, to smack the one that said where to see if you'd actually tell him how you spent your night away from him.
To convince himself that the only reason he was so irritated was the fact that you could leave and he couldn't.
"Hey," You murmured, turning your head to glance over at him.
Suguru wasn't sure what he'd say even if could reply.
Just staring at you when you sighed again, sitting back up and shuffling off the couch, disappearing down the hall into your bedroom.
Usually, you'd stick around, hang out in the living room and kitchen, absentmindedly talking to him while you went about your evenings. He waited for you to come back out, eyeing the empty spot where you'd just been.
You didn't come back out though, no soft hum of your voice talking to yourself or the quiet pitter patter of the shower running either.
And yeah, he hated to hop, but he was hesitantly hopping through the hall until he reached your cracked open door, poking his head through and scanning the room for you.
You had changed into a tiny pair of shorts, a loose t-shirt, sprawled out in your bed and reading with your head propped up on a pillow.
It was easy to imagine you spending your nights like this.
An uncomfortable feeling was settling in his stomach, mouth dry at feeling like an intruder, an interloper in your home.
You sensed him there, maybe heading the quiet creak of the door, glancing over your shoulder.
He expected a frown. Or even just a blank expression, something polite.
But you smiled instead, one corner of your mouth barely curling up, features softening. Warm. As if you were actually happy to see him.
"Bored?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Suguru took a small step closer, nudging the door open further. Your smile grew at the affirmation. "Want up here?"
He bobbed his head just once. The most his pride would allow. You were quick to hop off the bed, scooping his off the floor and plopping him down on the bed.
Your touch was delicate, careful. Hands that held him like he was something precious, or breakable.
It dawned on him that it wasn't because he was. That it wasn't because you were looking down at him. But because you respected him enough to care he was comfortable.
The realization didn't help how fast his new heart was beating.
You flopped back down next to him, holding out your book and flipping back to the page you left off on.
"Satoru said you like to read," You commented, eyes on the words ahead rather than him. It was true, but for some stupid reason, he was stuck on the fact you could so casually said Satoru, when he usually only ever heard you use Gojo in front of him. The only time he ever heard you say Suguru was when you thought he wasn't there, only overheard in your conversations with Satoru as if he was a frequent topic of conversation.
He never thought he'd want to know what you used to talk about before as badly as he did now.
He tried to make a humming sound, to actually reply to you for once, wondering if you'd smile again.
You did.
"I can, uh, read out loud if you want? Or pick up some audiobooks for you to listen to while I'm on missions?" You offered.
He nodded again, taking a small hop next to you, his fur brushing against your skin as he laid out next to you, nose twitching at the sweet scent of your perfume. Just your perfume.
And secretly?
Suguru was glad you didn't smell like someone else.
The you from a few weeks ago wouldn't have believed it.
Somehow, someway, Suguru Geto had slowly started to settle into his role of a spoiled house pet. Your spoiled house pet.
He'd wait near the door for you to get back, although, your started to cut a few corners to get out of missions as soon as possible, wrapping up lessons early and sending the students for treats or shopping to give them a break so you could return to him faster. You'd set up audiobooks for him to listen to, buying a speaker just for him to be able to hear it properly and connecting it to an old tablet so he could listen during the day. He'd been more willing to communicate, letting you carry him up to the TV to pick out shows and movies to watch together or picking out what fruits he wanted from the fridge.
It was nice to not be alone.
You guessed he felt the same.
Sniffing at your clothes, his nose twitching when he picked up on the faint scent of Gojo clinging to your shirt just to rub his chin over it. Sitting on your lap and letting you stroke his soft fur while he made a quiet sort of purr to let you know he was content.
He'd even started letting you brush him without protest, let you check his sharp little teeth poking out, not that you really knew what you were looking for despite how many articles you read and videos about bunny dental care you watched.
"Pretty boy," You murmured, scratching behind his ears how you knew he liked.
It was easy to forget sometimes that your precious pet was really a fully-grown man and your former coworker.
What would happen when he transformed back? Or what if he didn't?
You were pretty sure he had to. An inevitability.
Each day brought new doubts, concerns that were getting harder to hide when you woke up and he was still this furry version of him.
You couldn't read his mind. But you suspected he'd gotten used to it the same way you'd gotten used to him.
Started looking forward to you coming home in the evenings while you spent your days thinking about being curled up on the couch with him, his comforting weight on your chest while he let you pet him.
Even with your new routine, you were still painfully aware your rabbit wasn't one.
"Long day, huh?" You muttered, yawning as you continued to stroke his fur. "Me too."
Gojo had left on some mission last night, leaving you to juggle his students and Geto's, dragging them with you to take care of lower grade curses across the city before returning them to the school, scuffed up and dirt-stained.
There was a knock at the door, loud enough you jumped, and Geto did too. Little nails scratched at the bare skin of your thighs below your shorts, scurrying off your lap to your side. You swallowed hard, glancing down at him before reluctantly standing up.
"Probably just food," You mumbled, picking up a slice of the apple you'd cut up for him earlier, holding it out for him to nibble on before you walked over to answer the door and get your own dinner for the night.
Technically it was.
It was just in the hands of a white-haired imbecile.
"How's my favorite two people, er, friends?" Gojo corrected himself, stepping inside and past you before you could stop him. He half-tossed over on your coffee table, squatting down to look at his best friend turned bunny.
"You could've called," You frowned, sighing as you shut the door behind him. "Or texted."
The disruption made you nervous. Convinced you that it was some sign of change, that for all you knew, it'd go back to before, getting the cold shoulder from a fucking rabbit.
"Can't I just check in on you two?" Gojo whined, reaching out like he was about to pick Suguru up by the scruff of his neck.
"Don't grab him like that, it could hurt him," You huffed, stomping over just for infinity to stop you before you could pull him back.
"Fine, fine," He groaned, and you didn't need to see his eyes to know he was rolling them under the blindfold. "So protective."
"Whatever."
Suguru stomped, letting out a soft little growl at how close Gojo was. But you weren't sure what annoyed him more - Gojo's proximity to you or him.
"You got anything sweet?" Gojo didn't let the topic linger, distracting you as he started pushed aside the plate with apples and pulled out your to-go box, lips curling down at its contents.
"I dunno," You shrugged. "I'll look in the kitchen."
You ended up scrounging through most of the shelves in your pantry and half your fridge before you finally found an ice cream bar in the back of your freezer, sighing as you went to return to the living room.
But you paused before you entered at the sound of Gojo still talking, holding Suguru up in the air while he tried to kick his paws and free himself. You almost giggled at the sight, already thinking all the different ways Suguru would surely find to get him back for it later.
"I bet you don't even wanna go back to normal, huh?" Gojo teased, cocking his head to the side while Suguru just let out another little bunny growl at him.
"Hey," You announced your presence, barely keeping the grin off your face as you stepped inside and Gojo quickly returned Suguru to the couch, attempting to look innocent.
Suguru was quick to hop back in your lap the second you sat down as you handed the ice cream bar over to Gojo, despite the fact it felt a bit like rewarding a baby for bad behavior. You grabbed another apple slice to make up to Suguru for it, automatically smiling when he started eating it.
"He lets you feed him?"
For the first time in the past few weeks, the idea of what came next didn't feel quite so scary. That it didn't have to be awkward or unfamiliar.
It wasn't so insane to think you weren't just coworkers or awkward acquaintances anymore. Things didn't have to be weird when this was over, or you'd have to go back to pretending you didn't notice him in every room you were in together.
Still though, you couldn't shake the small part of you that hoped for something more.
Where were you?
You'd shown up late a few times, but only ever an hour or two. Suguru was too short to see the clock on the stove, but he'd watched the sky shift outside from the fading pink of sunset to pitch black, with only the glow from the tv and the tiny lamp you'd forgotten to turn off in your bedroom to cut through the dark of your apartment.
The show you switched on for him earlier shut off at the end of the season, stuck on the same loading screen waiting for someone to press a button on the remote. Which, unfortunately, you'd left on the kitchen counter in your rush getting ready this morning, just out of his jumping height if he even wanted to try.
He'd been a little annoyed at first. He knew you'd feel bad about it when you got back, probably pick him up and apologize with a cute pout, nuzzling him against your chest or cuddling on the couch to make it up to him. He just wanted you to show up already so you could. Absentmindedly stomping his foot waiting for the click of the key in the lock, for you to shuffle through after the door swung open.
But it didn't come.
It didn't help that ten minutes felt more like an hour in this body. That with no way to measure time other than the episodes auto-playing and changing daylight from the window, the seconds stretched out, the hours dragged on until it felt more like days since he'd last seen you.
He tried to remember what you were rambling about this morning, if you mentioned anything about being late. But nothing stood out. You were teaching his students today, then a mission, right?
You mentioned that Nanami was supposed to come along, so surely, between the two of you, you could take care of even a special grade if you had to.
Or maybe you had, and you were out getting drinks with him. Maybe you were in the backseat of his car, letting him undress you and pull you onto his lap. Fiddling with his belt or running your fingers through his short hair-
The lock flipped.
Suguru had already made himself mad though, stomping his back feet before you even pushed the door open, uneven footsteps stumbling through. Haughty as he held his little bunny head up high, planning on giving you the silent treatment until he heard your shaky breathing.
His heart was beating too fast, blood roaring in his ears frozen in place listening to the slam of the door behind you, your footsteps pausing as you leaned against it, holding your side with one hand.
"Shit, Suguru, sorry," You mumbled, your voice weak. "Just, fuck, give me a few minutes."
Your body was shaking, from adrenaline or anxiety, taking uneasy steps forward and bracing yourself on the couch once you were close enough.
He wished he could see you clearer, all the wrong colors and the slightly blurrier bunny vision he was confined by made it hard to tell how hurt you were, how much blood was on your already dark clothes other than what had seeped through to stain your hands.
"It's not that bad," You said it like you weren't wincing, choking down the lump in your throat as you walked towards the bathroom. Suguru couldn't do anything except follow. Couldn't steady you, couldn't hold your hand or help you sit and clean up your wounds the way he wanted to.
Shit. Why the fuck hadn't you gone to Shoko?
Why hadn't Nanami dragged you back to her?
Suguru would've.
It slipped his mind that you weren't as strong as him. That you didn't have RCT. Watching you swallow the pain, forcing yourself to keep moving until you were shoving the door to the bathroom open, eyes glazed over and exhausted as you gripped the counter hard and rumbled through the cabinets for a first aid kit.
Half-collapsing on the closed lid of the toilet seat and rummaging through for gauze to press down on the wound through the torn fabric of your shirt.
It was almost funny, he thought Gojo was full of shit before. Of course, he wanted to turn back, of course he wanted everything to be normal again.
But his best friend knew him better. Was right for once.
He hadn't wanted that - he liked being with you, liked this limbo of long days spent in the comfort of your home and nights spent in your bed.
Suguru liked you.
It just hadn't struck him until now, when he was ready to throw all of that away to be able to help.
He needed his body back.
Needed to do anything other than watch every excruciating wince and flinch as you wiped it clean. You made a small noise when you went to pull off your ripped and blood-stained shirt, balling it up and throwing it in the sink to soak so you could examine the slash across your side better.
"It looks worse than it is," You spoke so quietly it was hard for him to hear. Trying to comfort him when he should be comforting you.
He should be carrying you to Shoko, cradling you against his chest and wiping away the tears brimming at your lashes.
You wiped them yourself though, swiping with the back of your hand just to leave a streak of blood across your cheek.
"I'll see Shoko in the morning," You excused, steadying your voice as you went through each step. Popping a few painkillers before disinfecting it, struggling to patch it up, hands shaking through unsteady stitches before you finished bandaging it up.
You didn't look at him.
Suguru wanted to know what you were thinking.
He had to make himself hop himself forward, rubbing his head around your ankles to forced your attention down to him.
"Hey," You muttered, balling up the plastic wrapping of the bandaid and tossing it in the trash can. "You don't have to feel bad. I'm okay."
You weren't that convincing when you couldn't even bend over to pick him up or pet him.
He stayed by your feet while you cleaned up the first aid, filling up the sink to soak your shirt before you walked back to your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and preemptively wincing at the thought of finishing changing. Suguru pulled at your shoelaces to untie them for you, loathing just how little he could do to help.
You laughed, something short, sweet, leaning over to pull your shoes off, carefully lifting him up and placing him on the bed. Even the simple movement seemed to hurt, your face scrunching up as you sucked in another breath.
"Thanks, Suguru," You sighed leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead.
He needed you to kiss him again - the real him.
You felt him first.
Someone's arm was wrapped around you, your cheek pressed against something firm and warm, smooth skin and hard muscles practically suffocating you. The blanket was still pulled up around your, your limbs tangled in the fabric while the weight of him kept you there.
Him sleeping on top of you was fine when he was like, eight pounds. He weighed a lot fucking more as a human.
Blinking back surprise, trying to squirm free just for Suguru to grumble something incoherent in his sleep and hold you tighter.
"Sugu, shit, Geto," You groaned as you corrected yourself, managing to pull your arms free to start pushing him off. Your side still hurt from yesterday, a dull throb that ached with every movement.
He just readjusted instead, moving down to nuzzle his head back into your neck, long dark hair splayed out and tickling your face, still too asleep to realize he wasn't a small bunny anymore.
"You're heavy," You complained, and he stirred, his body going stiff the second it hit him why.
"Fuck."
His voice was hoarse and raw, like it hurt to use. It took him a second to start moving, every motion slow, sluggish while he untangled himself from you. You tried not to stare, sitting up in your bed while he stood, but your eyes had a mind of their own, raking over his body to realize he was very much naked.
You made a small noise, immediately looking away and throwing the blanket at him to cover up.
"Um, okay, well, I'm, uh, gonna call Gojo so he can get you some clothes," You rambled, covering your eyes with one hand and fumbling for your phone where you could've sworn you left it on the nightstand before you fell asleep.
A warm hand brushed against yours, goosebumps going up your arm as sturdy fingers skimmed over your skin. It took you a painfully long second to realized he was holding your phone out for you to take.
"Thanks," You choked out, grabbing it and crawling out the other side of the bed so you wouldn't accidentally bump into him. "You can just, uh, use my bathroom to shower or take a bath or whatever."
You were scurrying out before he could reply clutching your phone like a shield to save you from the sheer awkwardness.
In your hurry, you hadn't realized you'd torn your sloppy stitches until you felt something damp through your shirt as you slammed the door behind you and started frantically thumbing through your contacts for Satoru.
"Shit," You muttered, hitting the call button and tucking it between your ear and shoulder and hurrying to the other bathroom to clean it back up, choking down a few more pain killers dry as the phone rang.
"Good morning, princess," An annoyingly chipper voice answered right as you perched yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter.
"I need you to come over," You cut straight to the point, hoping he didn't hear the tremble to your voice when you pressed down on your wound with a fresh piece of gauze. "Suguru's back to normal. And, um, naked."
"I'd never say no to you, but a threesome at nine in the morning is a little early, baby."
"Please just bring him some clothes, idiot," You gritted your teeth, bracing yourself as you disinfected it again.
You really just needed to go see Shoko, but you wanted to make sure Suguru was fine first.
"So no-"
"I'm hanging up now, be here in the next five minutes before I have to maim you," You warned, ending the call before he could say head.
Your side fucking hurt, grinding your molars just replaying the memory of that stupid curse catching you off guard after you thought you killed it.
Nanami had tried to convince you to call Shoko, but it was her night off, and she was out on some date. You didn't want to drag her away unless you were actually actively dying.
Although, you might need to interrupt her morning after now.
There was a sharp knock on the bathroom door, and you forced yourself back on your feet.
Gojo probably fucking teleported straight into your living room.
You glanced around the bathroom, pulling a bathrobe off the door and wrapping it around yourself, tying a bow around the waist.
But when you swung the door open, Suguru was standing there, sculpted chest on display, one of your towels slung low on his hips and his hair damp and long.
Your mouth fell open, but you couldn't find the words when your eyes met his.
His face was pulled tight, jaw clenched as his dark eyes assessed you.
Your heart sank.
Punctured and peppered with holes, disappointment flooding in and drowning you with just a single stern expression from him.
Before you could linger on it, before he could really shove your head under, the energy in the room shifted, and Gojo popped in behind him.
"Sup, Suguru?" He casually greeted, slapping a hand on his shoulder.
Geto twisted around to scowl at his best friend. Gojo just chuckled, pushing the change of clothes he'd brought against his chest before glancing over at you.
"Cute bed head," Gojo commented, stepping around his friend to ruffle your mused hair.
"Shut up," You huffed, smacking his fingers away.
Suguru slotted himself between you before Gojo could do it again.
"She's hurt," Suguru spoke slowly, still frowning. "Take her to Shoko."
"God, you're both so bossy this morning," Gojo complained, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him, peeking out from beneath his blindfold to squint at you. "How bad is it?"
"I can drive myself," You grumbled, cutting a glare at Suguru.
Really? You'd taken care of him for a month and the first thing he did was rat you out to Gojo?
"Whatever, I'll just take you," Gojo shrugged, slipping his blindfold back down and tugging you closer so you could teleport together.
You were staring at Suguru though.
Forced to look up at him now, all the softness gone, replaced by sharp lines and harsh edges. You didn't know what sort of face you were making, didn't want to when you were sure it was probably tinged with hurt or worse, longing. Caught somewhere between devastation and desire when you couldn't tell what new box he'd put you in now, or if he'd just returned you to the one you'd been stuck in before, barely more than coworkers.
That was what you promised him, right?
What you kidded yourself into thinking wouldn't be hard, no matter how much you liked his presence, how much you convince yourself there was some silent connection you shared.
You couldn't read his face anymore.
And then it was gone, replaced by trees, standing outside of the campus. Gojo was digging his phone out to text Shoko for you.
"Want me to carry you in?" He offered, shoving his hands back in his pockets to pull out loose candy and toss it in his mouth.
"No," You grimaced. "It's fine."
You could take care of yourself.
You'd been perfectly okay on your own before.
It was just a little hard to pretend it was the same when Ijichi gave you a ride home a couple hours later, returning to a quiet apartment with no one to greet you.
Stepping over a few bunny toys left out the day before, walking around empty rooms, starkly aware of just how alone you were.
Even the days felt longer, the silence louder, stretching out and surrounding you.
And yeah, you were still fine, but you ended up taking more missions just to fill the time, to give you an excuse not to return back to your room. Not to the point of really exhausting yourself, but enough that you wouldn't have to think. You avoided stepping foot back on campus, no matter how many times Gojo invited you to join his lesson plans, only going to see Shoko when absolutely necessary.
It wasn't that you didn't want to see Suguru, although it was part of it.
You just didn't know if you'd be able to keep your word if you did.
He probably just wanted to forget.
Didn't want to be dragged back to how it felt to be so small if he saw you.
The first time you bumped into him was when he was in the middle of arguing with Nanami in the latter's office, arms folded across his chest and that casually cold stare still on his face while they bickered about something.
"Um, sorry, I needed your signature on some stuff, Kento," You interrupted, forcing yourself to focus on your blond colleague as he sighed as pushed his goggles back up his nose.
"Sure."
You felt Suguru's eyes sticking to your back as you walked away.
There was a shoebox waiting for you when you got home that night, a brand new pair of shoes to replace the ones he destroyed.
You guessed it was just his way of upholding your deal.
The first time you talked to him was a couple weeks later when him and Gojo made an appearance in Shoko's office the second she stepped out after treating you.
"Hey," He spoke first, brows knitted together, searching your face for something.
"Hi," You echoed back, avoiding his sharp gaze in favor of the floor, the desk, anything.
"You're hurt?" His once silky voice still sounded raw, too low, not quite as smooth as it used to be.
"Not anymore," You shook your head.
"You shouldn't push yourself so hard," He frowned again, stepping closer. You hopped off the table you were sitting on, brushing past his broad chest to get by.
"Thanks for the concern," You muttered.
Obligatory concern wasn't of any interest to you. Whatever debt he might feel towards you, you didn't care to cash in. But a clean slate felt impossible when he'd stationed himself in every corner of your mind.
You'd started considering transferring back to Kyoto, started wondering if it was even worth staying when you just felt so weird about everything now.
Stopping a pet stores on the way home, scooping up bunnies and playing with cats and debating on if you really needed a companion. Or maybe just a date.
You'd been lounging on your couch and swiping through apps for the latter when someone started pounding impatiently on your door.
"You look like you could use a drink."
It was a stupid idea, every one Gojo had was, but you begrudgingly accepted, getting changed into a short dress and letting him drag you down the stairs to your car. He pretended to be a gentleman enough to open the driver's door for you before proceeding to be the passenger princess he actually was, sliding into the shotgun seat and flipping the radio stations on the drive to the bar.
You should've known better.
Because who else would be waiting in a booth for you when you got there?
Really, you should've left.
But you stayed, letting Gojo tug you over to join his best friend, ordering drinks and shots, careful to only drink enough for the warmth to set in, to feel the fuzz in your chest but not get too tipsy that you wouldn't let anything slip.
Gojo on the other hand?
It only took him one drink to dredge up everything you'd been avoiding for the past few weeks.
"C'mon, you'd take care of me if I got turned into, I dunno, a dog, right?" Gojo whined, slurring already, his infinity switching off as he flopped into your lap. He rarely drank - a sight you probably would've savored some other time, snapped some photos of to blackmail him later. He readjusted so his head was reclining on your thighs, fingers pulling back his blindfold so he could blink his big blue eyes up at you.
"You'd probably be a mouse, if anything," You teased, flicking his forehead.
"Nuh-uh," He argued, catching your wrist, small little flickers of energy tingling your skin that he couldn't control, pulling your hand until it was resting in his hair.
"Uh-huh," You giggled, combing through the soft short strands with your fingers.
"I'd take care of you if-"
There was loud thud, almost a heavy stomp, and it took you a second for it to click that someone had. Another to realize who.
You supposed some of Suguru's bunny brain was still there, a few little habits left he hadn't kicked.
"Satoru," Geto scolded, his whiskey glass hitting the table with a harsh clink. You glanced up to see his mouth set in a polite smile you knew was pretend. Fake and forced on, trying not to crack or twitch. "Get off."
"Fine," Gojo huffed and groaned, almost rolling onto the floor in his attempt to push off the booth and your legs to get up.
But you were busy watching his best friend, who, if you weren't mistaken, looked distinctly jealous?
You were torturing him.
He finally had his body back and here you were, torturing him.
The unsure glances you'd toss his way when you thought he wasn't looking, your soft words now addressing him politely, all the intimacy in them removed. The worst part was you weren't even avoiding him, just adhering to the stupid agreement from that first day and pretending the entire month never happened.
He didn't know how to make it more obvious he didn't want that.
But every time he stopped by your apartment, you weren't there. You were never at the school anymore either, always on some mission or with your nose buried in paperwork.
He left the shoes by your door, hoping to hear something, anything, just to get more of the same silence.
It took suggesting to Satoru that the three of you go out for drinks to get you to even come within five feet of him.
And watching this almost made him wish he hadn't.
You let Satoru plop himself down on your lap, giggling with him, petting him. Playing with his hair, fingers sifting through it how you used to stroke Suguru's fur.
Okay, he hadn't meant to thump his foot, just a leftover reflex. But it was better than grabbing Satoru by his collar and dragging him back to a sitting position.
He was only half-aware of what he was saying, if he even offered an excuse, only relaxing once Satoru sat up. His best friend yawning and stretching, digging his phone out of his pocket to check the time.
"Oops," He chuckled. "Ijichi's been waiting outside for me. You want a ride, sweetheart?"
You shook your head, but your eyes flickered over to Suguru, waiting to see if he reacted to Satoru's offer. Or maybe hoping he'd counter with one of his own.
"I'm okay, thanks though," You replied, lips pressed in a thin smile.
"Suit yourself," Satoru sighed, practically pushing Suguru out of the booth so he could get out. He tossed more than enough to cover the bill for all three of you in the table before lifted up one corner of his blindfold again, winking at Suguru before he started to turn. "Make sure she gets home safe, alright?"
The second he was gone though, you were flustered, shrugging before he even said anything.
"Could I buy you another drin-"
"You really don't have to," You accidentally interrupted, blushing and looking down at your hands in your lap. "I meant, about Satoru said, but, uh, to the drink too."
"I want to."
"It's fine," You insisted, but your smile was forced, practiced. "It was nice seeing you tonight though."
"Just nice?" He baited, barely able to keep a straight face when yours turned into a pout.
You pushed off the table, slipping out of the booth, tilting your head to the side with a conflicted expression. "Good night, Geto."
Suguru was following you out with a small frown this time.
"Suguru," He corrected. How many times had he stomped and grunted to get you to call him that in bunny form? Just for you to go back to his last name the second he was a sorcerer again?
"Good night, Suguru," You hummed. There was a hint of teasing there, a faint smile on your face he barely got a glimpse of before you walked a little faster out the exit.
"You're tired?" He asked, fresh air hitting him first as the door thudded shut behind him as he followed you outside.
"Not really." You probably only acknowledged it because you knew he'd been around you enough to know it'd be a lie otherwise.
He wanted to ask you to stay, or to leave with him instead.
"I should probably head home now," You swallowed, glancing between your feet before back out to the street ahead.
"Where's your car?"
"It's like a ten minute walk from here, I, uh, couldn't find parking," You mumbled, still not looking at him, putting yet another step between you he immediately bridged.
His hand grabbed the hem of your shirt, pinching it in his fingers lightly, just enough to get you to stop before you could slip away again.
"You wanna ride?" Suguru offered. Flying over the city at nighttime on his dragon was romantic, right? He could wrap an arm around your waist (to keep you steady, of course), watch the twinkling lights below and feel the cool breeze on your skin.
"I'm sorta scared of heights," You sheepishly admitted, shrugging your shoulders apologetically. "But thanks."
"Let me walk you there then," He insisted.
"Figured you'd probably want to just crash at your own place," You dismissed, staring straight ahead rather than looking at him.
"I wouldn't mind going back to yours," He smoothly answered back, letting go of your shirt to see if you'd try to break away again.
"Yeah?" You were cautious, eyes flicking up to his.
"Yeah."
He walked next to you, the quiet break in conversation comfortable, studying your side profile while you lead the way to your car.
"I'd take care of you," Suguru murmured under his breath. He wasn't even sure he actually said it, or if he had and the quiet footfalls on the pavement and the passing cars drowned him out.
"You'd, um, what?" You finally said, stealing another peek up at him. Your hand brushed against his, just barely, and it took everything in him not to hold it, not to interlock his fingers with yours and refuse to let go.
"If it ever happened to you," He replied, completely serious even if you were staring at him like you understood him better as a bunny.
He could practically see the gears turning in your head, like you were trying to decide how to interpret it before you landed on a joke.
"Yeah, you'd save me from being neglected or overfed at Gojo's?" You hummed, looking back at the street ahead.
"Sure," Suguru said.
"How kind of you," You laughed a little, folding your arms across yourself as a brittle breeze cut through the air, fighting back a shiver.
He took his jacket off, and you paused, staring at him with your face scrunched up, mouth parted like you wanted to tell him it was yet another thing he didn't need to do, no sound came out. He took the opportunity to help slip it on you himself, brushing your hair out of the way as you pulled it around your shoulders.
"Thanks," You blushed.
He wished he'd just listened to Satoru the first time he suggested you would make a cute couple a year ago, asked you out himself, wished there wasn't all this time wasted when you could've been his.
He refused to waste any more.
Opening the car door for you when you finally made it there, getting in the passenger seat and watching you scramble to turn the radio station to music you remembered he liked, adjusting the temperature and chuckling when you asked again if he really wanted to go to your place.
You still came up with a cute excuse after he said yes, claiming you had a book you thought he'd like, to pretend he was coming over just to borrow something.
As if it was too hard to believe you were what he liked, you were what he wanted.
"It's a little messy, but I guess you've seen it look worse," You muttered, lips pursed together as you rummaged through your bag for your key. He leaned against the door, one corner of his mouth quirking up as you threw him an apologetic look.
You found the key, turning it in the lock and pushing the door open, letting him in first.
The first thing he noticed was the bunny pen still up. Although the bowls were empty now.
"You kept everything," He commented, unsure what the weird feeling in his chest was. It was cloying, some thick nostalgia that clouded his judgement when everything was almost the same as he left it, although it all felt much, well, smaller.
You kicked off your heels, laughing a little when Suguru automatically started helping you shrug off his jacket, his fingertips grazing against your skin.
"I've been thinking about adopting a real one," You casually answered, a faint blush flooding your cheeks like you were embarrassed about it. Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, he felt absolutely territorial and entirely idiotic over the panic seizing inside him at the thought of you replacing him with a new pet. "It's been kinda weird adjusting, you know?"
"Oh," He murmured, attention sweeping back over your living room. It still smelled like you. Your perfume lingered in the air, but it was more than that, or maybe he was just more sensitive to it now. "It's been hard for me too."
"Really?" You breathed a sigh of relief, glancing back over your shoulder at him with that small smile he used to fall asleep next to.
"Yeah," He confirmed, pushing down the lump in his throat.
"Being alone-"
"I miss you," He interrupted before you could keep skirting around it, before you could find another excuse to pretend you didn't hate his absence the way he hated yours.
"I, uh, you what?" You squeaked, sounding just like the mouse you accused Satoru of being.
"I miss you," Suguru repeated, a tentative hand on your waist to twist you around so he could see your face in full. Watch your eyes widen and pretty lips part in surprise while you tried to work out if you meant it how you hoped he did.
"I missed you too," You quietly admitted, as if it was something to feel guilty for.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you," Suguru continued, tracing up your sides with long fingers, then back down to your hips.
He wanted to hold you this time instead of the other way around.
"I-"
You stopped yourself when he pulled you closer, your chest pressed against his, sucking in a sharp inhale.
But you broke eye contact, glancing away sheepishly. He followed your stare over to your messy coffee table, noticing the papers scattered across the surface. One word caught his eye, transfer in big and bold letters.
"What's that?" The panic from before flared up hard now.
You wouldn't leave.
You couldn't.
"Oh, um," You paused, embarrassed. "I was just considering transferring back to help them out. It's not like you guys really need me here."
"Do I not need you?" For once, he sort of wished he was more like Gojo.
He would throw himself down on his knees and beg you to stay.
Suguru could barely stand to even stare at you, loathed the longing in his voice when he waited for your answer.
"Do you?" You echoed quietly.
"I do," Suguru admitted, feeling something inside himself crack at the honesty.
"Suguru," You said his name like you weren't convinced.
"If you go, I'll go too."
He almost surprised himself. But he wasn't going to let life take the one thing he ever truly wanted from him, not this time.
"If you're just doing this because you feel like, you owe me or something idiotic like that," You started again, clearing your throat and trying to strengthen your resolve despite how close you were to giving in, your bottom lip starting to quiver.
"I'm doing this because I like you," Suguru chuckled.
You let him pick you up this time, wrapping your legs around his waist and your wrists around his neck, so badly wanting to believe him. Looking up at him like your whole world was in his hands when he carried you back to your room.
He half-tossed you onto the bed, hands almost shaking when they hovered over your body. He was nervous, but it felt like it had when he first transformed back, like all his proportions were suddenly wrong again, struggling to control his fingers and force them to move how they once did. Not nimble or deliberate, but messy, needy.
"Suguru," You purred so prettily, propping yourself up on your elbows and peering up at him with warm eyes. He settled on caressing your cheek, feeling the flush under your skin. "If you change your-"
"I'm not changing it," He murmured, sucking a sharp breath. He'd stay where you were, or follow where you went. Nothing had been simpler.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you, and he was struck again by how different your room felt. How tiny the bed seemed than the last time you were under him.
Then there was you.
Tangling your fingers in his hair and returning his stare, wondering if the little glints of adoration were really in your eyes or just a reflection of his own. You smelled sweeter in person, up close like this, but what he couldn't stop thinking about was your taste.
Of all the things he'd forced down his throat, rolled over his taste buds and struggled to swallow, you were the first he wanted to savor.
"Stop staring at me like that then," You let out a light huff, bottom lip sticking out. He wanted to bite it.
Your eyes fluttered shut when his nose nuzzled against yours, expecting the kiss before his mouth pressed against yours, and he was barely surprising the urge to lap at your bottom lip and beg for entry.
But you were always good at anticipating his needs, already parting your lips to let him in, your legs starting to wrap around his waist before his free hand snagged one of your thighs and pressed it down into your soft mattress.
Suguru was pretty sure he found heaven in your kiss. Divine karma repaying him for every putrid curse he'd choked down, lost between the cherry chapstick on your lips and the wine on your tongue when it slid against his.
He wanted to claim you.
Make you his in body and word and mind.
He was yours. He'd scratched and stomped and tried to fight it but it was true, wasn't it? His heart had already been cut out and you had already signed your name on it, permanently stamped him with a return to: label like he could somehow get lost when there was already an invisible leash connecting him to you.
Pulling away to breathe was hard enough. But seeing your tiny smile start to curl up, you eyes glossy and bright as they locked with his, his lungs could've collapsed at how pretty he thought you looked.
"Kiss me again," You quietly requested.
He'd kiss you as many times as you let him.
Returning his mouth to yours, offering warm open-mouth kisses like promises, loyalty and love and lust all wrapped up in his soft lips sucking on yours.
His free hand snuck between the increasingly narrow space between your body and his, tugging up your dress until he could see the pretty little lace underwear you'd worn underneath it.
"Cute," He commented, pulling away so he could them down, taking his time shimmying the flimsy fabric down your thighs, despite how badly he wanted to just rip it off in one go.
Your face was flushed, watching him with wide eyes as he tossed the panties into the laundry basket before prying your thighs apart all the way. He paused, removing his own clothes piece by piece, cock already swollen as it smacked up against his dark happy trail, pre-cum beading up along his pink tip.
Satisfaction swelled in his chest to see how soaked you were, his new favorite feast sprawled out for him.
Suguru flipped you over onto your stomach, pushing your face down and propping you up on your knees, nudging them open just enough for him to fit between them.
His second taste of you had him convinced he would never be able to get enough. Licking a clean stripe up your thighs to your entrance, pushing his tongue in deeper, flattening it as it danced inside.
"Sh-shit," You mumbled, completely flustered now, and he could just picture the pretty blush on your face, your next breath stolen as he practiced more drawn-out swirls.
His fingers leaving indents in your soft skin, the pliant muscles tensing with every squeeze of his hands.
Hearing your moans and shaky breathing only made him work harder, exploring every spot he'd stretch out later, determined to hear his name from your lips again. Devote each and every ministration of his mouth to you. His pretty girl.
"You like that?" He broke away to murmur right as you started making broken little whimpers into the mattress.
"Mm, mhm," You moaned, squirming under his grip.
"Wanna hear you, sweetheart," He sighed, pulling away just enough to admire the view one more time, tempted to leave scattered bites and kisses all over your thighs to make it just that much sweeter.
"Suguru," You huffed a complaint, all whiny and adorable as you barely found the strength to lift your head. "Keep going."
Your impatient whine might've worked on another man.
But Suguru had been patient before. Had waited for you to come back around to him. He'd be taking care of you the rest of his life, but he still wanted each second to last.
He couldn't help it, bending down to plant a kiss on the back of your thigh, letting his teeth sink in just enough to leave a small hickey, continuing up to leave a trail of them along your thighs while you made muffled noises.
"I asked you a question, baby," He reminded you, spreading your thighs apart as he left another peck close enough you had to feel his breath ghosting over your sensitive clit, almost jolting at the phantom sensation.
"You know I like it, Sugu-" You gasped when his tongue slipped back inside, surprised at the sudden warmth.
And yeah, he did, but you were clueless how much he loved it.
Loved every noise he pulled out of you, how you melted in him, let him pull you in and squeezed so tightly at every grunt and groan he made.
Adored every time you said his name, listening to your harsh exhales and watching you grip the blankets underneath you like you could crumble at any moment.
When you did? Falling apart after he slipped his hand around to your front, massaging careful circles against your aching bud until you were trembling, only held up by his arms around you?
Suguru was pretty fucking sure he was in love.
All that patience had evaporated, drained somewhere he couldn't access, need of his own taking over as he climbed back on top of you, lining himself up and barely holding himself back as he sank into you.
Half the street probably heard his groan, and your neighbors absolutely heard your pretty mewl of his name when his hands gripped your hips so mean to hold you there.
"Fuck, oh fuck, you're so-"
"Sugu," You whined, interrupting him and wiggling your hips as you tried to force him in all the way.
His composure, the control he'd cling to, both were quickly unraveling.
The sight of you bent over, his cock half-concealed inside you while you clenched around him so sinfully to suck him in?
He could probably cum from that alone.
Suguru clenched his jaw, staving it off as he slowly pushed in deeper, counting out his breaths until he bottomed out inside you, your own inhales growing ragged at the stretch and burn.
He wanted to mold you to him, to fuck you hard enough and long enough to leave an impression of every ridge and vein. Not make it two pumps before finishing.
But you had a knack for making his life difficult.
The arch of your back when he pulled out and plunged back in, the intoxicating scent of your perfume that was still driving him fucking insane, the gorgeous little gasps you let out with each thrust and smack of his hips against your ass.
He rutted deeper, his cock throbbing while your insides clung desperately onto him, watching the way your fists curled up in the comforter when you buried your face into the soft cotton to muffled your whines.
"M-mine," Suguru stuttered over the growl, hardly recognizing the husk in his own voice, swollen tip stuffed up against your womb while you squeezed around him.
Really, he was yours.
Would be your loyal dog or lap animal, whatever you wanted him to be.
Something primal inside him screamed that he had to fill you up, to mark you as his and stuff a baby or two or twelve inside you. Okay, not actually that last one.
The little sliver of him that was still operating on the most basic instincts of a small animal couldn't tell the difference though.
"Tell me to pull out," Suguru groaned, his fingers pressing harder into your hip, his reason getting fuzzier the longer you kept sucking him in. Sweat pricked at his forehead as his face fell forward to rest on your back, lips pressed to your skin like a lifeline.
"N-no."
Your voice was quiet, a soft breath that was hardly audible over the sound of skin on skin or the thump thump thumps of your headboard hitting the wall.
Barely hanging on by a strand, the tremble of your thighs underneath him and the shudders sent down your spine with each snap of his hips frayed the tether to his self-control until there was almost nothing left. Trailing kisses across your shoulder to feel the gasp he tore from your throat when you unraveled underneath him, holding you together while you fell to pieces crying out his name in broken whimpers.
He hadn't meant to.
But his teeth were sinking into the scruff of your neck, a soft love bite digging in to keep you still underneath him while warm spurts of cum coated your walls white. The thick veins pulsing until every last drop took, his cock still buried deep inside until he realized he was still half-clamped down, releasing you just to keep you pinned to the bed by his body weight instead.
"Suguru," You softly whined, turning your head so he could hear you better.
"Yeah, baby?" He murmured, pressing a few small kisses over the fresh hickies starting to blossom on your skin, lips pressing against the indents his teeth had left.
"I don't want this to be just sex," You confessed. Your voice was small, strained even, like you were embarrassed to say it.
"It's not," He promised. He readjusted so he could tilt your head, grabbing you chin as he caught your mouth with another kiss.
Part of him wished he could swallow you too - keep you with him where you'd always stay by his side. Another reminded him that was insane.
He could settle on being your boyfriend for now.
"I meant it earlier," He reiterated, kissing the corner of your mouth between words. There was no way in hell he was letting you slip through his fingers again. "You know I'm yours too."
You giggled, returning a peck to the tip of his nose as you tried to squirm free from under him, like you just remembered his cock was still inside you, cum leaking out around him and onto your blankets.
He didn't want to pull out though, didn't even want to separate when you were finally his.
Honestly, he was halfway-hoping you'd get pregnant, picturing you with a cute baby bump padding around barefoot in the sort of sundress that clung to your swollen stomach, physical proof you belonged to him just as much as he did to you.
You hadn't told him to pull out after all.
So surely, you wanted the same, right?
"You're all mine?" You hummed, shifting your hips around just to get a reaction out of him, his cock already oversensitive and starting to get hard again as his hands held you back down by your waist.
"You just want me to say it again," He chided with a chuckle of his own, sighing into your skin while you let out another weak huff that sounded more like a whine.
"Maybe," You admitted.
You looked back up at him, and he was a little too aware that he'd say it however many times you wanted as long as it was true.
"You know," You started talking again, biting down on your bottom lip as you rested your head on your folded forearms underneath them, yawning softly. "I was going to buy you a little bunny collar so everyone would know you were mine, but I guess you've already outgrown it, huh?"
He laughed again, his hand sliding up your spine to trace his own bite mark on the nape of your neck. Could you really not tell you already had him on a leash?
(AN. This has been a plot bunny since I saw a few headcannons referring to Reader as Madame. Not beta read and I hope you like it. Parings in later chapter will be Naga!Suguru X reader, Kitsune!Satoru x reader, and Wolf!Sukuna x reader all with their own respective chapters.)
You had always been different.
Even as a child, you knew.
It started with the whispers—words you couldn’t quite make sense of but could always feel. Then, there were the eyes—watching from the shadows, from the trees, from the places where no one else dared to look.
And the creatures… they were always there.
Wherever you went, something followed. A cat with too many tails flickering just out of sight. A raven that always seemed to appear when you were alone. Shadows that should not have moved, yet shifted in your presence. The ancient title of Madame always echoed from their forms as they regarded you with reverence.
Your mother and father had called it “a curse”. Their fear was palpable as the cloying power stuck to your skin, reaching out to those creatures that needed guidance and safety.
But to everyone else—you were simply strange.
As you grew older, the isolation became a bitter companion, the odd and small spirits your only source of kinship. The other children whispered behind your back, casting wary glances when they thought you wouldn’t notice. Adults avoided your gaze, some clutching their charms a little tighter when you walked past.
"That girl is cursed."
"She sees things that aren’t there."
"Don’t talk to her! Strange things happen around her."
And so you learned at a young age.
You learned to be alone.
You learned that not a single person could see the spirits that drifted through the city. That no one else could hear the laughter of the tiny fae in the woods, or feel the weight of something ancient brushing against their soul in the dead of night.
You learned that the creatures of the unseen world belonged to you—and you, in turn, belonged to them.
But unlike the Madames before you, your calling did not come at birth.
Because your mother had run. Run from her responsibilities, frightened of the danger that constantly surrounded the damned title.
The forest fell into chaos without its Madame, dangerous spirits and creatures often escaping and humans dying as soon as they stepped foot in the forest. Or innocent and tender spirits slain by greedy humans.
Your mother had stolen you away from the village, escaping in the dead of night, refusing to let you be bound to the role she had once been meant to take. She hid you among normal humans, far from the forest’s call, hoping you would live a normal life—one untouched by duty, by power, by the burden of the unseen.
She should have known better.
No one could run from fate. Not when the string was tied so tightly to your wrists.
And so when they finally found you—years later, older than any Madame had ever been when first called—you had no illusions.
You had felt the pull long before they arrived, had seen the spirits gathering in the corners of your vision, had known that something was waiting for you.
The elders—cloaked in tradition, their faces carved with reverence and impatience—stood before your new home, their expressions grim.
"It is time," one of them had said, voice heavy with something like finality.
You had been older than the others before you, but still young enough for them to shape.
*"Time for what?"* you had asked, though you already knew.
*"For you to take your place."*
They told you of the Madame. Of the one chosen by fate to oversee the balance between the human world and the realm of beasts, to stand as the last defense against those who would seek to destroy that fragile peace.
It had always been you.
Your entire life—the utter loneliness, the creatures that followed you, the whispers that called you by name—had been leading to this.
You had no choice.
There was no ceremony, no celebration. Only a long journey to the estate at the edge of the forest, where myth and reality bled together, where creatures older than time itself lurked in its depths.
Where you would now reign.
"The forest will know you," the elders had told you. "The beasts will obey. The barriers will rise at your command. You are the Madame now. And you will serve until the end of your days."
And just like that—your fate was sealed.
The estate stood like a beast at the forest’s edge, ancient wood and stone swallowed by twisting vines and gnarled roots. The air here was thick—cloaked in the scent of damp earth, old magic, and something heavier, resentful. It pressed against your skin, curled around your throat, an unspoken warning.
The forest was watching.
And so were they.
———
The doors groaned open before you could touch them, the sound echoing through the dimly lit hall beyond. You stepped inside, the weight of the space settling over you like a second skin.
Ancient texts lay open in your hands as you skimmed the notes that previous Madame’s had written long before. They had even gone far enough to name the few creatures, you noted with a small chuckle.
Lanterns flickered weakly against the encroaching dark, casting long, shifting shadows against the wooden beams.
Then—
"So."
The voice came from the shadows—low, sharp, and edged with something distinctly unwelcoming.
"You are the new Madame?"
The irritation in his tone was impossible to miss. It wasn’t mere curiosity, nor was it the cold amusement you had expected. No, it was something more bitter, something deeply unimpressed.
You turned toward the sound, pulse steady even as the weight of his presence filled the room.
Suguru was half-hidden in the darkness, leaning against one of the pillars with a predator’s patience, his slanted violet eyes glinting with something unreadable. His massive serpent’s tail coiled at his side, obsidian, gold and amethyst scales catching the dim light in dark, rippling waves. But his stillness wasn’t composed—it was taut, restrained, like something waiting for an excuse to lash out.
And yet, it wasn’t his presence alone that made the air feel charged.
It was the anger simmering beneath it.
A slow, creeping thing. Unspoken, but not unnoticed.
You arched a delicate brow, tilting your head slightly. "*You must be Suguru."
His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "Observant. at least you aren’t a complete imbecile."
"And you’re not what I expected," you mused, ignoring the way the room itself seemed to shrink under the weight of his gaze.
His serpentine tail flicked sharply, the sound of scales scraping against the wooden floor sending a slow, deliberate tension through the air. "Oh?" His voice was dangerously even. "And what exactly were you expecting?"
You stepped forward, unbothered by the venom laced in his words. "Something less brooding and pissy," you said, voice teasing, but firm. "More... reverent. I am the Madame, after all."
The amusement in his expression vanished.
The air grew heavier.
Then—Suguru pushed off the beam, moving toward you, slow and predatory, his violet eyes dark with something unreadable.
"Do not," he murmured with a slow hiss, "say that like it means something."
His voice was quiet, but there was weight behind it.
A warning.
A crack in his carefully restrained patience.
You felt it then—the raw frustration, the resentment simmering beneath his skin.
"You think I care about your title?" he asked, slithering forward, bending over to stare you down, his onyx bangs falling slightly in front of his face. His tail coiled, tense. "You weren’t here."
You met his gaze evenly, not giving him the satisfaction of backing away. "It’s not my fault. I’m here now.*"
Suguru exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes narrowing. "Fifty years," he said, voice dropping lower, tighter. "*Do you know how long that is, Little Madame? Half a century, Satoru and I have kept this forest from tearing itself apart. Fifty years of your kind meddling, hunting, breaking what was never theirs to touch—while we cleaned up the mess.*"
There was no teasing now, no playful mockery. Only cold, bitter fact.
"And now you arrive," he continued, voice barely above a whisper. "You wear the title of Madame, but you haven’t bled for it. You haven’t earned it."
His tail snapped against the floor, the impact a sharp crack that sent a jolt of energy through the air.
For the first time, the house itself seemed to react. The lantern flames flickered violently, shadows stretching and twisting. The walls groaned under the weight of something unseen.
He was testing you.
Daring you to falter.
To cower.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you smiled.
Not sweet. Not kind. Not naive.
Sharp. Coy.
"Then watch me earn it."
Suguru stilled.
For just a fraction of a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Annoyance. Curiosity. Something else.
Then, with a slow, exasperated breath, he leaned in—close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, close enough that the scent of incense and earth curled around you.
"You won’t last a month," he murmured, voice softer now, but no less dangerous. His sharp fangs peaked out dangerous as he gave a condescending smirk. “You are better off digging your own grave next to the others. You will die younger than they did., Little Madame.”
You didn’t look away. "Then you’d better make sure I don’t."
Something in his gaze shifted.
Just slightly.
Just enough for you to know—
You had his attention.
And you wasn’t sure whether that should terrify you… or amuse you.
(AN. Hope you like it! Gojo and more lore are going to be in the next chapter!)
Quietly carried away by your mother, you grew up away from the destiny meant for you—until the elders came to claim you. As the long-awaited Madame, you are thrust into a world of ancient beasts and myth, expected to wield powers you barely understand.
But after half a century without a guardian, the creatures of the forest do not welcome you.
You were meant to be their keeper—but in a world where power is everything, can you prove you belong? Or will a creature get the best of you?
(Authors note: this story will start off with one or two chapters for world building and lore. After that each chapter will be dedicated towards a character to follow the dark romance line. If you don’t like it… don’t fucking read it.)
(This story will include violence, blood, gore, sexual situations, potential assault, and other tags and themes will be listed as I continue to write this story. Main character is a female and mostly referred to as Madame or will occasionally be Y/N.)
is it a man? a beast? no! it's the abominable gojo!
synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first
pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader
content: mdni, angst and fluff and eventual smut, cryptid!Gojo, forced cohabiting, technically kidnapping, soft domestic gojo (sort of), beast x reader but think more like Tarzan and Jane, learning how to communicate, pouty possessive gojo, overprotective, tension and teasing
A week with your friendly neighborhood yeti had left you with a handful of questions scribbled in the margins of your once-coherent notes. Well, you had far more than a handful. But there were a few that never fully left your mind, sitting across the fire from him as he tore into whatever small animal he'd trapped on one of his rare outings into the snowstorm where he left you inside.
He held his hand out flat, like a stop sign before he went hunting, pinching his brows together as his lips formed a tight frown, instructing you to stay. It wasn't like you had anywhere to go if you could leave.
He knew where the cabin was, had already ransacked it. For better or worse, all the calculations you made drew you to the same conclusion: you were stuck with him until spring. Once the snow cover wasn't quite so thick, when it'd be easier for search parties to show up looking for you after whoever came to pick you up discovered the wrecked cabin with you missing.
For now, you were his pet, his companion, a roommate he was happy to return to, relief flooding his features when he brought back his already-prepped meal for the night. It was a little funny - you felt like a possession of his, yet you were the one who named him.
Satoru.
It didn't feel special, just something that suited him. You could find meaning in it if you tried, you guess, an excuse to tie it to your kidnapping unconventional first meeting, but it didn't hold much sentiment to you.
To him?
He beamed at it, making you repeat it until it didn't even sound like a name anymore rolling off your tongue.
It was weird to contemplate how in a few months he'd still be Satoru, but you wouldn't be the only one to know it anymore.
That something you picked in a single moment would carry on far longer.
You doubted you'd miss this, eating cold canned food and listening to him devour something you couldn't help but think wasn't all that different from you, stealing glances just for him to already be looking your way. For all your notes, all the surveying you'd done, you still wondered how far from a deer you were on the food chain to him? A bunny?
His diet was mostly meat, proteins, only snacking on the berries when he was feeding them to you, comfortable enough now to press them straight to your mouth, the claw on his thumb skimming over your bottom lip to guide it open so he could push them inside.
A happy little hum leaving his throat once he saw you swallow them.
Just maybe though?
You might miss him a little once you were found.
The sensible part of you wanted to credit your connection to him probably saving you from dying from the cold out there, with no heater or firewood or working phone, you would've been fucked. The fear he might hurt you had faded, although it was difficult not to be intimidated by his size, the instincts that'd flare up from time to time, when he was shielding you and using too much strength in his attempts to warm you up and drape blankets and furs over you if you so much as shivered.
But it was a bit more than that, something endearing about his clumsy attempts at affection, the way he so clearly tried to take care of you.
Showing you his secret stash of trinkets, the collection of pretty shiny things he kept in a dented tin, proudly placing each object in your hand for your approval. Dragging you with him even deeper through the caves one morning to a small hot spring hidden inside a tucked away cave after you mumbled something about feeling dirty and scrubbing at your skin.
Truthfully?
You were starting to like his company too.
He finished chewing his last bite of food while you watched the lump in his throat bob, his defined jaw clenching shut as he swallowed. You stuck another spoonful of something tasteless into your mouth, scraping the metal bottom of the can with the spoon he went back to the cabin to get along with a few other sets of utensils, after you'd drawn him a picture of what you wanted.
He grabbed your camera on the fourth day for you, after making you say please over and over again purely because you suspected he enjoyed the way it fell from your lips, or the pout that accompanied it.
Even indulging you when you asked to snap a picture of him, despite not understanding what it was. Explaining was pointless, and making wide gestures with your hands while he just nodded along like he knew.
The first photo you snapped of him was surprisingly cute.
His face scrunched in surprise at the flash, mouth parted right as the camera made a soft click! and captured the moment.
Still, Satoru liked the attention, allowing you to take however many you wanted of him, smiling when you gently pushed the corners of his lips up into one before holding the camera back up to your face.
He might've been the most handsome man you ever met.
If he was a human.
Mostly though, you focused on candids, him building the fire or attempting to read, squinting at the tiny words on the pages. You flicked through all the ones you snapped sometimes, trying to imagine which one would be splashed on front pages the most, always ending up on that first goofy photo.
You tried to draw the satellite phone too, but he shook his head when he saw it. You guessed that meant he hadn't seen it, but you didn't know how to communicate to him that it wasn't in the cabin, that you dropped it when he caught you.
Lately, you'd been learning just how hard it was to get answers from him even when you could communicate what you were asking.
Tonight's after-dinner attempt was going about as well as it normally did.
What was he?
A sly grin, a shrug, ruffling his snowy hair as he smiled at you innocently. You rolled your eyes, scribbling your most clinical description of him you could in your notebook.
Were there others like him?
Yetis, men walking around mostly naked except for their fur, whatever the fuck he was? He had to be born, had to come from a family, a parent, something.
But he paused to think, tilting his head side to side like he was considering it before shaking his head no.
The next question made you nervous. Or really, the answer you suspected you'd receive had already filled your stomach with dread, the icy kind that slowly seeped through your veins the longer you put off asking.
Had he met other humans before?
You regretted it the second you saw his face fall.
Watched the color drain from him, some unspoken rule broken with just a handful of words. You sat your stuff back down in your lap, throat going dry and an apology sticking like cotton inside it as you watched him stand up.
The shirt you'd given him had ripped already, so you could see the way he held his breath as he walked off.
It was the only time he ever fully turned from you, frowning and acting like he was going to sleep in his own corner, sprawled out with his back away from you on his sleeping bag. You probably would've felt worse about if he didn't punctuate the silence every few minutes with dramatic huffs.
It was colder than usual, the snow coming down harder outside. Usually, he'd move the rocks to offer more cover from the wind, keep the fire going, but he refused to move from his spot on the ground. You tried to stoke it yourself, poking at it with a long stick he'd left there and tossing in a few dry branches, but it was dying, dwindling down as little ashes littered the bottom. Another harsh draft blew in, sending shivers down your spine as you tried to pretend you weren't fucking freezing, fur wrapped around your shoulders as you threw a conflicted glance back at him.
"Satoru," You sighed, noting the way his pointed ear automatically twitched at the soft sound of your voice. "Help."
You knew he understood you. Could see it in his body language. The way his shoulders went stiff and his muscles tensed, resisting the urge to respond right away.
"Please."
He hmph-ed at you.
But he pushed up on those massive palms, sleeping bag crinkling loudly underneath him before he walked over to join you, his frown getting deeper when he saw the state of the fire and your depleted stack of wood.
He sat down next to you, the weight of his thigh pressed against your own as he leaned over to grab more twigs, tossing them on and snagging the stick from you to help get the flames going again.
"Sorry," You mumbled, watching the orange melt into red, the flames lapping up against the edges of the stone as the warmth started to return.
There was a quiet shuffle of him readjusting, and then something soft was pressed against your hair before he faced forward again, stretching out his legs beside you.
You sat together in silence. Time had a funny way of slipping away when you hardly saw the sun. It could've been five minutes or fifty. Just huddled by the fire, pretending not to feel how much of his muscled thighs was jostling against yours, avoiding looking at how the thin boxers were stuck to his skin. Well, fur.
He got sick of it though, leaning in so his arm was pressed against yours, playfully reaching over to pluck your notebook from your lap.
It was your turn to whine, huffing as you tried (and failed) to steal it back when he stood up, easily towering over you to hold it far out of your reach. His version of teasing, a game to pass the time and distract from the awkwardness of before, grinning as you jumped for it.
"No, Satoru," You scolded him, trying to put on your most serious expression to show him you meant it. "That's mine."
"No," He mimed you, his voice deep and-
Oh.
You paused, lips parted as you stared, once again stuck in place. He talked. Satoru actually spoke. A real word, no less.
He smiled - one of those big, brilliant oh-so-proud ones where you could count all his teeth. Including his set of pointed canines, designed to be sharp, to rip and tear, rather than recite words and repeat after you.
You couldn't speak, stunned into silence.
Had he been practicing while you were asleep? Sounding out the words he heard from you during the day? Or whispering back whatever he remembered from the books he'd goad you into reading to him to pass the boredom?
He gave you the notebook back, still grinning and pleased at your speechless reception of his surprise. But one of those claws pointed to your chest before pressing his palm flat over your beating heart, like he could feel how fast your pulse was racing underneath the heat of his hand.
"Mine."
a/n: reblogs/comments are super appreciated bc I NEED to talk about him more (or we can discuss the other men as cryptids bc they are RATTLING in my brain rn)
Girl nobody is saving me. No wayyyyyy. I can just sit my happy ass in the cave, teaching him all the English words. He’d legit be the best hiking buddy because hey are you tired? He’ll carry you. Also I’d climb him like a tree.
Naga!Geto is outwardly composed and calm, but beneath the surface is something untamed.
Naga!Geto at first dislikes you and resents you. The new Madame. The forest has not had its protector in 50 years, forcing him and Kitsune!Gogo to protect its inhabitants from humans and other creatures alike.
The madame’s only job was to keep the veiled barrier up between the human world and theirs. And ocassionallh help keep the peace with other volatile creatures.
Naga!geto often speaks in a slow, deliberate manner, making people hang onto his every word. When angered, his voice drops into a venomous whisper, far more dangerous than outright rage.
Naga!Geto claims he dislikes physical affection, but if someone presses close to him—especially against his coils—he goes eerily still, torn between pushing them away or pulling them closer.
Naga!geto is complexly caught of guard when the new Madame is overly affectionate.
"*A hug?*" he repeated, like you had just spoken some forbidden incantation, his eyes narrowing at your small form. “Do you want to die?”
You merely shrugged, entirely undeterred. "I think you need one. Desperately."
NSFW under the cut
Naga!Geto is the type that hold you close when he’s deep inside, filthy words dripping from his mouth like honey.
Naga!Geto’s claws are too sharp to stretch you out, his tongue and the end of his tail will have to do.
Naga!Geto’s smirk grows as your breath catches and eyes widen as two cocks emerge from their housing. His hand guiding your smaller one up to press against one of them.
“It’ll fit… we have all night, Madame.”
“Hnnn… so good for me, pet…”
“Tch- No running, Madame.” His hands large hands grip your hips to keep you in place.
Slowly writing a series involving different scenarios with Madame!Reader and various other characters. (Naga!Geto, Kitsune!gojo, wolf!sukuna, eagle!Nanami)
Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo for her Yeti!Gojo fic Snowed In
If I’m in the forest with Yeti!Gojo. Don’t rescue me. I’m fine. I’m just… researching… wildlife. Taking pictures and getting backshots- I mean snapshots.
Note: *whispers* they should have all been required to have therapy sessions. Group and individual.
Satoru Gojo: …so he’s callin’ me an asshole- (proceeds to talk while also gesturing with his hands)
Therapist: Now Gojo… this is a group session and we need to stay on point-
Suguru: We knew coming into this that it was going to be a one man show. You’d think I have depression with the dark circles but it’s actually just exhaustion from listenin’ him yap and yap.
Shoko (casually takes a drag of her cigarette as Satoru continues to talk): certified yapper
Therapist: … he’s talking about his cat. You guys fight literal curses… people are dying! You can die at anytime!
Suguru: -of boredom.
Y/N (resting her head on the desk taking a much needed nap as Suguru lazily rubs her back): 💤
getting back shots in someone else's bed post-breakup is fun - until you have a bump to show for it a few months later
pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader
content: mdni, pregnancy, friends to strangers to co-parents, messy relationship history, ex-bf!Gojo, leaving a toxic relationship, one night stand, oral (f! receiving), face sitting, reverse cowgirl, multiple positions + povs, condom breaking, sukuna is obsessed, pining
art by @winterrbluess + divider by @bronzewasp <3
Getting dumped and knocked up in two hours was probably a new world record.
Clingy, your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend called you. Too fucking busy to text you back half the time and too tired to pay you an ounce of attention when he did make the time for you. You guessed you weren't even worth the effort it took to show up to the stupid date you'd been looking forward to all week - just getting his can't make it message when you were already all dressed up and parked outside his favorite restaurant.
Gojo didn't even pick up your call.
Just coldly suggested you needed to take a break if you couldn't handle his schedule. Like his hours were what bothered you instead of his attitude.
So why should you fight for something he clearly had no interest in saving?
Even if cancelling the reservation felt like nailing the coffin shut on years of your relationship, you blocked his number, but instead of going home to box up his stuff, you pulled up directions to the nearest bar.
You noticed him on drink number three.
But he'd been watching you since you stepped inside.
If he recognized you (he absolutely did), you couldn't tell, his piercing gaze looking straight through you before going back to scanning the crowded room. It's not like he'd have any interest in you outside of your now non-existent connection to Gojo. So what if once-upon-a-time you'd all went to college together? If you shared lunches and test answers with him before everything went to shit?
Those two had issues.
The sort that usually got settled in bar fights rather than social media comment sections. You didn't know how it started and Satoru Gojo refused to ever share, but the competition between him and your former friend hadn't died years after you all graduated, it seemed. They went into the same industry post-college, worked at competing companies, a rivalry both refused to put an end to long after they stopped playing the same sport.
Gojo kept you out of it though, but you guessed he'd been keeping you out of everything lately too.
You were painfully aware of how not-drunk you were, the buzz not even there, the warmth in your chest feeling more like a fever than a pleasant fuzz. You nudged your still unfinished drink forward, starting to consider this as just another terrible idea to wrap up a terrible day, about to push up off the counter to stand when you felt the pressure shift, the weight of someone's presence lingering behind you suddenly choking the air out of your lungs when you glanced back over your shoulder just for him to practically tower over you.
"Your boyfriend know you're out here drinking alone?" Sukuna scoffed, his disgust dripping down at you. His muscled arms were folded across his chest, veins bulging against his smooth skin, a tight scowl on his lips.
"He's not my boyfriend anymore, so if you want to be an asshole, go bother someone else," You returned his glare, shrugging your purse higher up over your shoulder.
"Yeah? You finally dumped that loser?" He actually laughed. "Or is he even dumber than I thought?"
You weren't about to answer and throw the last scraps of your dignity in the trash to explain to Sukuna that you just got your heart crushed via text.
But your silence was enough to clue him in anyway.
"No fucking way," He chuckled again, low and gruff, the warm overhead lights of the bar casting an amused glint in his eyes as his lips curled up in an almost cruel smirk.
"Shut up," You grumbled, sliding off your barstool to stand up, wobbling a little in your too-high heels just for one of his annoyingly strong arms to steady you.
"Poor princess," He teased, mocking your pout, a hand planted on your waist to pull you in. But there was a low vibration to his voice, almost a purr, like he was flirting with you.
Which was absurd.
Ever since you started dating Gojo, he'd been nothing but nasty. Snide comments about your awful taste and remarks about how long it'd take before you realized what an idiot you were. Each jab only fracturing your friendship more, the distance digging itself deeper in the years after school. It'd gotten annoying enough that you'd stopped talking to him entirely a couple years ago after Gojo kept pestering you about answering his texts. Although, you couldn't exactly say Sukuna missed the mark now.
"So you're finally done with him?" He murmured, leaning in enough for his warm breath to send a shudder down your spine.
You could feel the blush burning under your cheeks, but the real warmth was pooling elsewhere. You shifted on instinct, pressing your thighs a little tighter together.
And okay, it had been a while since the last time you had sex. Your bed was probably as cold as the rest of your relationship. But the more you tried to convince yourself that was why he was having such an effect on you, the less you were sure.
"Guess I'm just too clingy for him to handle," You shrugged, feeling a little pathetic even as you excused it. Too needy just for needing him to act like your stupid fucking boyfriend and put you first for once.
"And what'd I tell you years ago?" Sukuna hummed, and you didn't need to look over your shoulder to know he was rolling his eyes.
"Don't be a dick," You scolded, stepping away and towards the exit.
"Don't act like you didn't miss me," He scoffed back, his shadow sticking to you like a second skin, his thumb dragging over the outline of your panties barely visible under your dress.
"I didn't," You bluffed.
"Liar."
"If you try to say I told you so again, I swear to God-" You started to threaten, scowling at him before his lips landed on yours to interrupt.
He was a few years too late.
His possessive grip shifting around to your ass, cupping and squeezing like no one else was around - although, no one was even looking, and you were pulling away with your mouth still hanging open.
"You're just as bad as him," You mumbled, wiping the corner of your mouth and slipping out of his grasp to hurry out the front door.
So what if he was right?
You had missed him. But he wasn't any different than Gojo. Both self-absorbed and self-obsessed. And maybe you had feelings for him way back when, before he'd let someone else sweep you off your feet, but you knew this was just some petty ploy to get back at Gojo. Fucking you to fuck him over.
Your body was betraying you though - the taste of bourbon on his lips and the heat of his hands on your body tempting you to let him. An annoying little voice suggesting you should fuck him, take a photo splayed out in his sheets and unblock Gojo's number just to send it.
He followed you outside, grabbing your wrist almost gently before spinning you around.
"C'mere," Sukuna sighed, his scowl softening for a second when you paused.
"What do you want from me?" You huffed, trying to stand tall, not shrink back under his searing stare.
"Everything," He answered easily, broad shoulders shrugging up. You scoffed right when he started talking again. "But I'll start with you in my bed first."
"Why?" You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess, you just wanna rub it in his face that you fucked me too?"
Sukuna clenched his jaw, the thick tendons in his throat flexing as he swallowed.
"I want you," He echoed, stepping forward to cage you in, backed up to a car you still recognized as his. Your heart skipped a beat, the nerves in your stomach twisting and curling at how close he was. How many times has you dreamed of him being inches away from you like this? Or reminisced on the days where he'd drive you around with one of those veiny hands on your thigh? "And I think you always wanted me too."
"Yeah?" You sarcastically shot back, like your pulse wasn't pounding in your ears, eyes flicking back down to the lips you used to long for.
He hadn't been interested in you then, so you moved on with the pretty blue-eyed boy who was, even if you regretted all of it now.
But why should you let Gojo dictate what or who you did anymore?
"Yeah," He grunted.
This was wrong and he was unfortunately so right but you kissed him before you could keep lying to yourself. Pulling him down to your level by his shoulders and letting his tongue slip between your lips to explore your mouth.
"Admit it," He murmured before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, your back pressed against his car. The sharp edges of his canines nipping at the spot you'd already been chewing on all night, a massive hand sliding up under your dress to ghost over your thigh, the foreign feeling of his calloused palm making you shiver.
You didn't answer him though - couldn't formulate the words to fit the feeling sitting heavy on your chest, trailing messy kisses down across his jaw to his throat. You let your own teeth scrape the tendon there, press your tongue against the pulse as you sucked a little spot just to see how much he'd tolerate from you.
A lot, considering he let you leave a handful of hickies before his jaw tensed again.
His free hand grabbed your chin between his thumb and his fingers to stop you, tilting your head up to meet his intense stare. You could sense the demand waiting on his tongue, wanting to ask more of you than you could give.
So you interrupted him this time.
"Do you want me in your bed or not?"
He was bending you over the edge of it half an hour later, ripping your panties down your thighs and prying them apart with greedy hands. Thick fingers dimpling the pliant muscles and soft skin, skimming over every inch. Impatiently tugging the zipper down your dress and readjusting you to toss it to the floor until you were stripped bare in his sheets.
"He didn't deserve you," Sukuna murmured, pausing as he traced over the curve of your ass like he was actually admiring it. "This."
Deserved was a word that had never felt comfortable in your mouth. Not when you'd heard it directed your way a thousand times before, from people who thought you never deserved Gojo.
What difference did it make it was already over?
Who dumped who and how things ended didn't change the fact your heart was the one that'd gotten crushed in the aftermath.
"Can we not talk about him?" You huffed, glancing back over your shoulder and swallowing hard at what you saw there.
Sukuna's jaw was clenched tight, his eyes dark, pupils blown with lust (although the low moonlight streaming in from his window could've tricked you it was love) as he just stared at you.
You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout, flipping over onto your back and starting to sit up. But he didn't move a muscle, even if his eyes followed every minute movement.
Watching the bounce of your breasts and the way you tucked your hair out of your face while you grabbed his wrists and tugged him closer.
"You've got me where you want me," You reminded him, tilting your head to the side. "So what are you going to do about it?"
You'd forgotten how fast Sukuna could move - one second standing still in front of you, and the next he was on the bed, dragging you up with him until he was the one on his back and you were straddling his lap.
He was still clothed, but you could feel the hard bulge throbbing through his dark jeans, face flushing at the thought it was because of you.
Sukuna's hands squeezed your hips, dragging his stare over your body one more time before he pulled you up higher, a surprised little squeak escaping as he settled you over his mouth and held you down there. His breath was cool against your exposed entrance, your own mouth falling open and about to protest before he spoke up.
"Shoulda done this years ago," He murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick a long stripe over your slick slit, tracing up to wrap his mouth over your aching bundle of nerves, another strangled noise ripped from your mouth at the sudden contact.
"Wh-why didn't you?" You choked out, trembling as he sucked harshly at the bud, barely giving you time to adjust as he licked and lapped at your clit. Your hand shot out to tangle your fingers in his hair, roughly tugging at his roots right as his own hands yanked you even closer to the warmth of his mouth.
He laughed, but it was more like a small huff, his breath alone making you shudder.
"Guess I thought I had time," Sukuna drawled, the edge of his nails starting to dig into your hip, but there's was something intoxicating about the way the pain heightened the pleasure as his tongue returning to drawing messy circles and tantalizing patterns of someone who was clearly practiced at it.
You hated yourself for hating that.
As if you had any right to be jealous or insecure when before tonight it'd been what? Two years since you'd last seen him? Three?
While someone he hated had easy access to every inch of you?
His tongue pushed in, pressing flat and dragging his taste buds inside like he wanted to properly explore you. You whined as he swirled it around, savoring all of you.
He moaned, pulling you in impossibly closer while your thighs started to shake, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the whimper that wanted to leave.
"O-oh," You murmured, barely catching your breath, the air getting stuck in your throat every time you tried to exhale as he prodded deeper.
He didn't reply, too busy planting open-mouthed kisses against your cunt, diving his tongue in-and-out, picking up the pace just to slow down once he felt you start to stiffen, your grip tighten on his hair as you grinded down on his face.
Forgetting to breathe, lips damp and glossy-eyed as he returned his skilled mouth to your sore and swollen clit, like he'd be content suffocating as long as it was under you.
You were so close it hurt.
Burning with the desperation, your muscles starting to tense in the build-up, the pressure stretching your already hazy mind too-thin. You wanted to focus on him, focus on the way his tongue rolled back over your clit, how one of his hands had snuck around to cup your ass, squeezing right as he sucked hard on your aching bud.
It was his teeth that did you in.
One careful nip. Just barely grazing over, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make you snap, bent too far to do anything except break in his hands, crying his name out when you came for him.
"Kuna, fuck fuck fuck," You whimpered, lips staying parted while you tried to suck in enough air to fill your lungs while the pleasure crashed around you.
But he didn't stop, working you until you felt like putty, legs still trembling when he tossed you onto your back, the soft mattress sinking around you as he hurried to rip his shirt up over his head. Fumbling for his zipper and tugging it down before groaning as he stood up, struggling to get his jeans down past his erection.
Sliding his boxers down just for his cock to spring back up, red and leaking already, so hard it had to be painful. Palming it with a few desperate strokes as he glanced around looking for something.
"Fucking hell," He muttered, letting go to walk over to his nightstand and rummage through the drawer for a condom. "Sorry, shit, been a while for me."
"It's um, kinda been a while for me too," You admitted in a breathless stammer when you finally pulled yourself back together, watching him sheath his cock inside the condom and thinking he was putting a lot of fucking faith in its ability to stretch around him.
Sukuna glanced up, brows furrowed like he didn't quite believe what he heard.
"Seriously?"
"He's busy," You excused. Or was. You weren't used to thinking of him in the past-tense yet.
You knew what Sukuna was thinking.
That Gojo was probably busy fucking someone else if he didn't have time for you. You'd considered it a few times yourself. Despite how often he stayed over at yours, he'd never gotten rid of his old apartment, kept his own place bringing up rings and marriage without ever mentioning moving in. Had driven yourself the kind of crazy to the point of checking his phone while he showered, waited by the door for him to return home, sniffing his collar to see if it'd reek of perfume, if it'd have lipstick stains.
But you never found any proof.
Would never know either way now.
For all you knew, he could already have his tongue down some other woman's throat. Maybe he hadn't cheated on you. Maybe he was waiting for the excuse to break things off without feeling like the bad guy so he could move on.
Things hadn't been going well for a while.
You just couldn't convince yourself you were okay pretending everything was fine for an entire lifetime.
"You were wasted on him," Sukuna murmured, climbing back on the bed over you, sliding his hands over your body again, slower this time. Dragging his warm palms over your thighs, tracing the faint scratches he left on your hip and skimming over your waist until he cupped your breasts.
Tracing over your peaked nipples, rolling them between his fingers before leaning over to plant a kiss against one, dragging his tongue over it and testing how it felt to scrape his teeth across it too.
His kisses continued up your sternum to your collarbone, trailing a delicate line over the tendons of your throat to your jaw. Making his way along your body like it was a point he was proving.
"The least he could've down was worship you," Sukuna dryly muttered under his breath, a hardly disguised hint of anger lingering under the surface, the heat of his palms seeping though your skin as he finally cupped your cheeks.
"You think you could've done better?" You huffed, but your voice was too small, too nervous when his stare was so intense, his focus entirely on your face.
You didn't think so. Not really.
He might've remembered it differently.
You never forgot.
All the times he'd been cold or dismissive. All the moments he'd caught your stare and turned his head. All the seconds you spent in his arms just to be the girl he only ever claimed as a friend.
"I don't know," He confessed, a tiny glint of regret reflecting back at you in his somber stare. "But I could now."
You were so swept up in whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean to pay attention to him lining himself up with your entrance.
Then his mouth was back on yours, covering up your needy moan for more when he slipped the his swollen tip in, your tired thighs shifting to make space for him.
He tilted your chin back to deepen the kiss, like it'd distract you from the biiiig stretch of inch after inch of him, itching for all he had to give you. You were wrapping your arms around his back, holding onto his shoulder blades, tempted to leave long scratches just because you knew he'd let you.
So that he'd feel the sting in the shower and think of you in the morning after you left. Would feel it when he tossed and turned at night, when he pulled a shirt back on.
Possessive and petty and probably terrible, but you wanted to take a photo, frame it and post it to the apartment you guessed Gojo would be going home to tonight.
The tattoos alone would tell him whose place you ended up at.
You tested the skin, running the edges of your nail lightly over his shoulders, eliciting a shiver that had his head dipping down into the crook of your collarbone, groaning as he froze halfway in. Stuttering to a stop, sucking softly on your neck like you wouldn't notice he needed to compose himself so he wouldn't cum early.
"You okay?" You teased, tracing a star over his muscles as he grunted his reassurance.
"Jus' fine," He grumbled.
You weren't sure who he was trying to prove it to by bottoming out, your nails actually scratching him this time when you almost jolted, gasping as the force pushed you up on his bed. He yanked you back down, his cock forced deeper as you made a sound that was more like a mewl than anything else.
"Make that noise again," He hummed, although it seemed like a demand when his eyes were practically piercing through you, brows drawn together in concentration, spearing into you the same way and holding you in place like he could recreate it.
"It, fuck, wasn't on purpose," You murmured, eyes staring to glaze over, tears pricking at the corner, starting to get overwhelmed by the constant plunge of his cock. Muscles squeezing tighter and beginning to spasm around him, body begging for more despite how sensitive you still were.
His hips smacked harder into your skin, the bed starting to creak and whine under the weight and force of each thrust, but it was his stare that was making it hard for you to focus.
"K-Kuna," You protested, lip jutting out in a pout as you clawed at his back. "Stop staring."
"Can't," His voice was gravelly, rough as he barked out the single word.
"Why not?" You whined, loathing the soft plea it came out as when his cock was pretty much lodged in your throat.
"I like looking at you."
It wasn't the answer you expected. But that was how it went with him, you guessed.
He never said what you thought he would.
You could feel a few pricks of panic start to set in, something uncomfortable sitting heavy in your heart at the apparently sincerity despite his gruff tone, his low pitch.
"I wanna be on top," You muttered, interrupting the moment.
He chuckled, pausing mid-thrust to raise an eyebrow.
"Now?" He asked.
"Flip over," You insisted, and he obliged.
Pulling out with a little shake of his head, laying his head back on the pillow and letting you sit up on your still unsteady legs, watching you like he didn't think you'd be able to manage it.
You flipped around so you didn't have to face him or his scrutiny, adjusting until you were slowly sinking back down, bracing yourself for the new angle.
His hands returned to your hips, letting you take the luntil you were almost halfway down, thighs shaking harder with every consecutive inch.
"Need some help?" He taunted, running his thumb over your skin in slow semi-circles.
"S-shut up," You gritted your teeth, steeling yourself to take the last few inches, already feeling too full to fit anymore from this position.
He started to laugh again, a soft sound that made the knots in your stomach pull and tug, and you dropped all the way down just to shut him up.
The deep groan you tore from him only fueled the flames of satisfaction, soothed the burn from the stretch. But his hands were suddenly no longer just accessories adorning your skin, roughly guiding you up-and-down to bounce on his lap, splitting you open until you were making noises just as loud as him.
Muscles aching for relief, thighs trembling and shaking with each thrust upwards, his cock pressing kisses to your cervix every time he speared it deeper.
"Kuna, I-" You started, shutting yourself up before you could stutter and stammer through half-incoherent nonsense.
"Nod if you need me to take over," He murmured, soft and serious, no hint of his usual condescension.
You shakily nodded, a small whimper escaping as he suddenly picked you up and placed you on your stomach, lining himself back up and slipping back inside with ease as he left another path of kisses over your back.
"That's it," His low purr was filled with gravel, his tone rough but relaxing all the same.
One of his massive hands slipping underneath your front to feel for your clit while his cock throbbing inside you. He was close, probably only holding off to make sure you finished a second time before his first.
Rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers this time right as he angled himself to find the soft spot had you almost drooling onto his bed, thankful the comforter muffled your needy moans when he pinched and pushed you over the edge.
Snapping as your body betrayed you by making a strangled sound that barely even resembled his name, melting into the mattress when he finished too. Letting his teeth sink into your skin and mark you as his while he groaned your name back.
You hadn't even realized a few stray tears had started to leave makeup streaked trails down your cheeks until you went to lift your head and noticed the dark smears on his white bedspread.
Sukuna started to pull out, the weight lifting from off your back before he froze.
"Shit." His tone was off. Crossed between concern and surprise.
"What?" You huffed, straining to force your exhausted body to shift as you twisted from his hold to glance over your shoulder.
"The condom broke."
"The fuck are you doing here?"
Really, what the fuck was Gojo doing here?
"Don't think it's your business," Sukuna snarled. He dragged his attention down from the stuck-up pout and icy blue eyes down to the big bouquet of flowers in one hand to the bag of takeout in the other, a key pinched between his fingers like he was getting ready to unlock your front door.
You had scribbled your address down on a receipt you'd found in his room the morning after when you left, throwing on your dress before he insisted you throw on one of his sweaters too. Saying you should get a plan b since the condom breaking hadn't exactly stopped you from having a second round.
Told him he should come over sometime. If he was interested.
So he did.
A week later than he planned, stuck wrapping up work issues so he'd be able to devote his free time entirely to you.
But he hadn't expected you'd have company.
"Of course it is," Gojo huffed.
It was easy to piss him off when it came to you. To reduce him into the sort of blind seething that usually ended in shoves or punches.
"Last time I checked, you lost boyfriend privileges," Sukuna smugly reminded him, a cruel smirk on his lips.
"Last time I checked, she wasn't speaking to you," Gojo snarled back, a few stray petals falling off the flowers as his hands clenched tighter around the plastic-wrapped stems.
"Yeah? I mean, would you consider moaning my name speaking?" Sukuna sarcastically replied, watching his rival's already pasty face grow whiter the moment his taunt set in.
"You're lying," Gojo breathed.
He could pull down the collar of his shirt, rub in the bite marks and hickies still staining his skin. But he settled on slipping his phone out of his pocket, showing off the photo of your pretty face asleep on his pillow instead.
"Can see why you tried to keep her all to yourself," Sukuna dryly mocked, wondering if Gojo recalled the time he once said the same words to Sukuna. His arm had been slung around yours at some stupid party, hoping to provoke Sukuna into hitting him again, like he was dumb enough to risk getting his scholarship revoked after he almost got suspended from their first real fight.
Gojo steeled his face, his usually expressive eyes freezing over to something icy and cold. Skin stretched thin over the bones of his knuckles as his hands instinctively formed fists.
"The face she makes when she cums is just so cute, right?" Sukuna hm-ed, drawing it out and watching Gojo's mouth twitch into a deeper frown.
"Hope you enjoyed it," Gojo scoffed. "Not like you'll get to see it again."
Sukuna wondered what it was like. To be so stupid and so overconfident. And yet, Gojo always somehow weaseled his way into getting whatever he wanted. Even you.
"That's up to her," Sukuna grunted back.
You wouldn't go back to Gojo. Couldn't.
Sukuna had waited years for you.
One night couldn't be all he had to show for it.
"I'm her boyfriend, so-"
"Ex," Sukuna corrected him.
"We're back together," Gojo almost spat at him, shoulders stiff as he took a step closer. To block Sukuna from the door rather than a sheer intimidation tactic. The latter wouldn't have worked anyway. "We were just on a break."
Sukuna briefly considered breaking his nose.
An assault charge was nothing he couldn't get bailed out of. Although, he'd rather not give Gojo another excuse to play the victim and run crying to you so you could kiss his fucking boo boos better.
"Does she know that?"
"Why else would I be here?" Gojo scoffed.
Sukuna didn't want to believe him. Didn't want to think you'd ever be the type to accept the bullshit he threw at you.
But he'd heard the hurt in your voice before. Seen it in your eyes, the way you shied away sometimes, self-conscious.
It wasn't that inconceivable.
You had belonged to Gojo longer than you'd ever been his in any capacity. It wasn't like Sukuna ever held your heart.
You'd offered it once, held it out and hinted at wanting him to have it, but he'd let Gojo steal it instead. Convinced that you'd see Sukuna was the better option, that you'd dump that prick and show up at his door one day.
He was a fool then. Probably now too for thinking you'd choose him this time.
What was that stupid saying from Jurassic Park?
Life finds a way?
Apparently a broken condom and a failed plan b was still proving that point years later.
You still hadn't believed the four positive tests on the bathroom counter, the swollen breasts and morning sickness you'd been doing your best to ignore until you finally forced yourself to make an actual appointment, choking out the reason over the phone.
It wasn't until you saw the blob on ultrasound that it set in.
Wasn't until they told you how far along you were that you realized whose it was.
It would be one thing if it was Gojo's. He was an asshole, but you knew what you were getting with him at least. He'd been trying to get back together anyway. Leaving gifts at your door after you changed the locks and slipping apology letters through the crack when you blocked his number. He'd probably propose, make promises about being a real family that might even attempt to keep. But it wasn't his.
It was Sukuna's.
You had no idea how he would take it when you told him.
If you could even tell him.
The number you used to have for him didn't work. You waited for him outside his apartment one night, but he didn't come home. The longer you stood there, tapping your foot like an idiot for someone who had no idea you were even there, the worse you felt about your whole, uh, situation.
Still, it was what lead you to standing in front of his work on your lunch break, studying the tall building front, shielding your eyes from the almost blinding glare of the sun reflected in the windows.
The last time you were here had been one of the last times you spoke to him. Well, before he put a fucking baby in you.
But that had been back when he had just quit his job to start his own company up, getting a grand tour of the then empty office building. Gojo had insisted on tagging along, so of course, it ended with the two of them bickering so much you practically had to drag your then-boyfriend out of the building.
It was bustling now, people cramming in the elevators probably in a rush to clock in from their own lunch breaks. You had to wait for another one to come down, barely avoiding getting elbowed by employees bumping into you while you pressed the button for the top floor.
By the time you actually reached it though, the rest of the elevator was empty. The hallway it opened up into was quiet, big windows letting in light as your heels clicked on the linoleum.
All the nerves you'd been shutting down were back, sucking in a sharp breath as you forced yourself forward with every step.
"Do you have an appointment?" She glanced over her computer screen at you, offering a polite smile like she already knew the answer.
"No, but I need to speak with him," You tried to return her smile, force yourself to not sound nearly as stressed as you felt.
"Sorry, but you need an appointment," She insisted, head cocked to the side.
"I'm sorry, but I know him, and-"
"You could set it up over email, or put in a request-"
"Listen, considering I'm carrying his child, I would really appreciate it if you told him I was here," You gritted your teeth, unable to keep the sharp edge from your voice as you snapped at her interruption.
It was bad enough you felt like a fucking stalker showing up like this, but what the hell were you supposed to do?
Wait outside the building like a creep for him to get off?
"I wasn't aware he had a partner," His assistant cooly said, eyes flitting down to your stomach. Even if you were showing, you doubted she'd believe you.
A more rational part of you understood.
There probably wasn't a page in the employee handbook for what to do when someone shows up saying your boss knocked them up.
"Could you please just call and give him my name and save us both the time and trouble?" You forced a tight-lipped smile, nails digging into the inside of your palms as sweat pricked on the back of your neck.
All you wanted was to get this over with and get the hell home.
You doubted he'd even fucking want it, but you figured you'd do your due diligence so you could at least say you tried.
She sighed, reluctantly picking up the phone and tapping buttons with manicured nails.
"Hi sir," She greeted, frowning as she hesitated over how to inform him. "Someone's here to see you."
It was funny how fast her expression flickered at his response once she finally spit your name out.
And how quickly the door behind her swung open.
You wanted to blame it on the baby hormones when your first thought was Sukuna looked cute.
Brows scrunched together, his usually intimidating squint traded in for something well, stunned, pink lips pushed together as he readjusted the collar of his button-up.
"Come in," He practically barked, his voice scratchy as the door creaked open wider.
You swallowed hard, shrugging your purse up higher on your shoulder and walking around his assistant's desk to follow him inside, feeling his stare studying you the entire time. He shut the door behind you with a soft thud, one of his palms pressing against the small of your back once you were close enough.
"Have you ate already?" He asked, a little awkward if anything. "I could order lunch."
This wasn't a bar or his bed. No drinks in his system and nothing to hide behind.
"I don't plan on staying that long," You muttered, glancing around his rather pristine office. His nearly kept desk and the diploma on the wall, no framed photos or personal touches scattered around.
"Yeah?"
If you weren't mistaken, he sounded disappointed.
You couldn't tell him that if you ate, you'd probably just throw it back up.
"You changed your number," You said, smoothing out the ends of your dress. Uncomfortable was an understatement. Where to stand, what to say, none of it came naturally.
"Didn't think you still had it," He replied, amusement taking over when his hand drifted around to your side. An arm wrapped around your back to lead you to his side of the desk, and you couldn't help but wonder if he'd pull you in his lap or try to bend you over it.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Figured your boyfriend made you delete it," He scowled, his frown returning as he sat in his chair, trying to tug you on top of him. "How's he doing?"
"I wouldn't know," You shrugged, keeping your feet planted in place. "Haven't spoken to him."
His expression shifted to confused, his shirt pulled tight across his broad shoulders when he let go of you to fold his arms over his chest.
"I heard you got back together," He clenched his jaw when he spoke, irritation bleeding through his voice.
"From who?" A laugh slipped out.
As if Gojo's pride would be able to handle the fact you fucked his rival less than a few hours post-breakup if he actually found out. As if he'd be happy to play stepdad to the offspring of it either.
"Him."
"And you believed him?" You giggled.
There were plenty of words you'd pick to describe Sukuna. You never would've guessed gullible would be one of them.
Sukuna's face went slack, his palm going to cover his mouth before he buried his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment.
"God," He hissed. "Fuckin' moron."
You couldn't decide if he was referring to himself or Gojo.
"Uh-huh," You stifled another laugh, looking around his office one more time before you felt your stomach flip, a sharp wave of nausea striking you as you forced yourself to swallow the spit pooling in the back of your mouth.
Reminding you why you were really here.
"Look-"
"So you're single?" Sukuna started talking again at the same time, and you could practically feel the atoms hanging in the air between you buzzing.
Tension pulling you in, a hand sneaking it's way up your thigh underneath your skirt. Your breath hitched. Your body wanted to just melt, to give in and sit down and just sleep at the first hint of safety.
But Sukuna wasn't your boyfriend or even your friend anymore, just a stranger whose condom broke while he was buried inside you.
"I mean, yeah," You nodded, not sure how exactly to break the news that you felt like you were bursting with. The ultrasound was sitting heavy in your purse, the proof of a baby he probably wouldn't even want.
The phone rang on his desk.
He let it get to the third ring before he even glanced at it, his eyes narrowing before they shot back up to your face. You recognized the look, the one he used to have when he'd chew on the ends of his pens when he was solving a problem.
"Shit."
He sighed, one of those big ones where he forced all the air out of his chest before he begrudgingly let go of you and answered the phone.
"Yes?" He gritted his teeth, obviously disgruntled at the interruption as he grinded his back molars together. Whatever he heard irritated him more, nodding to himself before he reluctantly opened his mouth to speak again. "Fine. I'll be there."
The clatter of plastic hitting plastic echoed in the empty office as he hung it back up, the coiled cord tangling together in his hurry. You just watched him gather the stuff on his desk, studying his long fingers and flexing tendons on the back of his hands.
"Listen, I have to attend this stupid meeting, but it won't take long. Stay here, or if you have to go, my assistant can give you my new number," Sukuna was already picking up his laptop, tucking it under his arm and starting towards the door, only stopping to squeeze your wrist like he was tempted to take you with him.
His intense eyes flickering away, sucking in a harsh breath. Your chest hurt. Ached with the anticipation that the second you spilled the secret all the softness in his face would harden again.
"Actually, I'll come over ton-"
"I'm pregnant."
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Sukuna- "I like looking at you." Melt. Immediately melting and he’s daddy. Total yearner and emotional constipated but… we got there. Just skipped about a dozen step. Men are also dumb enough to believe the ex… yikes. Wasted time and potential in that week.
Dear summer child Gojo… what doin’?? My brother… can we say fumble? Also dick… what’s going on with you my dude? Cheating? Stressed? Already arranged marriage?? Ughhhhh…
As I patiently awaited the next amazeballs chapter… my mind fills with Sukuna playing adult league in his free time with baby kuna and baby momma watching in the stands 🥰
Okay well… yeah… here’s Hockey!JJK… you’re welcome. Curtesy of the images zooming through my head as we speak…
Hockey!Gojo would be such a cocky yapper, constant running his mouth to whoever he checks into the wall. Infamous line of “you cryin’?” To anyone he steals the puck from.
Hockey!Sukuna… baby he’s a bull on skates. Deceptively fast and absolutely crushes people in his wake. His slapshots are frighting… almost as much as his backshots 😘🤣🥰
Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo upcoming babydaddy!Sukuna…
There’s just something in my head that I can get rid of… Rockstar!Gojo… he gives black veil brides vibes and I feel like he would absolutely just kill it 🫠🫠🫠🫠 I’m a rock girl at heart. Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo and her rockstarjjk fic.
Ignore the Bart Simpson hair. Still learning how to do hair but at least I feel like I got the eyes somewhat.
Inspired by Rockstar!Sukuna by @indiewritesxoxo everything she writes is amazeballs. I feel like Sukuna would totally be the best gym buddy with MC. I also feel like he’ll eventually realize that she’s been by his side the whole time. Also feel like MC also knows how to jam on the guitar with him 👍
I’m not an artist by any means but inspiration struck when I read @indiewritesxoxo series with Rockstar!Geto. Definitely one of my favorite series hands down 💕💕
I’m also a firm believer the girls make him bracelets and cutesy stuff which he happily wears.
