“YO— man, what the fuck!?” Rafe yelled while looking like he was two seconds away from smashing the keyboard through the desk.
He was hunched over his desk in the dim glow of his monitor, his room a mess of empty beer cans and tangled controller chords while you were sprawled on his bed beside him, wearing nothing but one of his oversized football tees that barely covered your ass. Definitely horny.
You’d been waiting for almost an hour, doing everything just to catch his attention. You finally got really impatient and whined, stretching your leg out to nudge his bicep with your bare manicured foot, toes brushing against him.
“Rafey…~” you dragged out his name, voice needy and sweet.
Rafe didn’t even glance back, fingers slamming against the keyboard. “Mmm, what’s up, babe?” before one of his teammates screamed through the mic about saving him. “Cant you see I’m trying? they’re like five fucking people!”
You rolled your eyes, trying again. “Babyyyy~” Nudging on his bicep again.
He let out a long exasperated sigh, fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Yessss, sweetheart? i’m kinda in the middle of something, baby.”
You nudged him again, toes sliding down his arm. “Rafey, baby… come on.”
Rafe let out an irritated groan, ripping his headset off and spinning around in the chair. His jaw was tight, eyes flashing with annoyance. “Fine, fine! What do you want, babe?” he snapped, voice rough and frustrated. “You’ve been fucking whining my name for ten minutes straight while I’m trying to play ranked. Jesus Christ.”
You bit your lip, heat rushing through you at his tone. “i dunno… ‘m so horny…”
Rafe’s gaze dropped between your legs where the shirt had ridden up, spotting how slick you already were. “Seriously? That’s what this is about?” He grabbed your ankle and yanked you to the edge of the bed. “My needy little girlfriend can’t wait her turn, huh?
You nodded before he went in between you thighs and leaned in to kiss you. “no panties either, hm?” he mumbled against your lips.
Before you could answer, he shoved your thighs apart further and pushed two thick fingers into you roughly, curling them deep. You moaned, back arching instantly.
He spat directly on your pussy before dragging his thumb in between your folds before stopping at your clit and inserting three fingers in your hole.
Your legs started shaking, but right as you were getting close he pulled his fingers out.
He sat back in his gaming chair, shoving his sweats down just enough to free his hard, heavy cock. It slapped against his stomach as he reached into the desk drawer, pulled out a condom—extra large, duh—and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
You watched, biting your lip, as he rolled the condom down his thick length with quick, practiced strokes, making sure it was secure at the base. His eyes stayed locked on you the whole time while doing couple quick strokes, pinching the tip to make sure it was on right.
He tapped on his thigh, “work for it.”
You climbed into his lap quick, straddling him. Rafe lined his cock up and you sank down onto him, gasping at how full he felt. He gripped your hips tight and immediately started thrusting up into you hard, slamming deep with every snap of his hips. “Yeah? finally got what y’wanted, huh?”
You tried to bounce but Rafe was relentless, pounding up into you with brutal force, his grip on your hips bruising as he controlled the pace. His breath was heavy against your neck. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so he could growl right in your ear, “Greedy fucking pussy… couldn’t even let me finish the match, bro.”
He spat on your tits, watching it run down while he kept thrusting up hard, making you take every inch. His other hand smacked your ass sharply before gripping it tight. “love how y’fuckin beg for dick.”
“mmh, hmp!” You moaned, hands gripping his shoulders while you stuck out your tongue for him to spit on it and swallowing without hesitation before you came hard around him. You shook in his lap while he thrusted up even harder a few more times before he buried himself deep and filled the condom with a low curse.
He slapped your ass again, breathing heavy against your ear before he lifted you off of him. Peeling the condom off, tying it quick and tossing it in the trash before pushing your head toward his lap. “Now clean me up so i can try to salvage the fucking game you ruined, babe.”
I had gotten us all kicked out of the bar on Friday night, so my punishment was I have to spend the rest of the weekend as the frat house's "gorilla-boy"!!!
syn - getting high with plug!choso | jjk frat au | fluff + a bit angsty
ft - choso
𝜗ৎ recreational drug use 𝜗ৎmentions of joints, cannabis 𝜗ৎintoxication 𝜗ৎreferences to drug dealing 𝜗ৎchoso is a plug/drug dealer 𝜗ৎImpaired judgement while intoxicated 𝜗ৎ could be considered substance abuse 𝜗ৎ mentions of getting high
The party was loud enough to shake the walls.
Bass rattled through the old fraternity house, cups littered every available surface, and somebody in the backyard was definitely trying to start a wrestling match for no reason. A guy with long black hair trying to give others tattoos, the stupid twins who were completely polar opposites on different sides of the rooms, it was a mess.
You were over it.
After two hours of people yelling in your ear and asking if you wanted to play beer pong, your social battery had flatlined.
Which was exactly how you ended up wandering upstairs in search of somewhere quiet.
Unfortunately—or fortunately—you found Choso Kamo instead.
The frat's unofficial plug was stretched across a couch in one of the upstairs lounges, hoodie half-zipped, long dark hair tied messily. The room smelled faintly like incense and weed.
A stark contrast to the chaos downstairs.
His eyes lifted from his phone when you stepped inside. "There you are." He smiled. "Been looking for you."
Your heart did an annoying little flip.
Choso wasn't exactly subtle about liking you. Everybody knew, including you. You just hadn't figured out what to do about it.
"What'd you need me for?" you asked.
"Nothing."
"Then why were you looking for me?"
His shoulders lifted into a small shrug. "Wanted to see you."
There it was. That stupidly honest thing he did that made it impossible to tell if he was flirting or simply incapable of lying. You rolled your eyes to hide your smile. "You must love me."
"I do."
The answer came so quickly that it made you laugh. His gaze lingered on you as you sat down beside him, the couch dipping slightly.
For a few seconds neither of you said anything. The noise from downstairs became distant, muted and comfortable.
Then Choso reached into his pocket. "You smoke?" You eyed the blunt he held between two fingers.
not bothering for an answer he handed it over and you took it. "Thought plugs weren't supposed to share."
He nodded, confirming what you said. "They don't."
"So why am I special?"
"'Cause you're you."
Twenty minutes later, you felt buzzed. The room felt warm and your limbs felt heavier. The music drifting through the floorboards sounded weirdly beautiful but you knew it was just bullshit playing.
You sat slouched into the couch cushions while Choso sat beside you, one arm stretched across the backrest. Not touching, just close enough to be distracting.
"You ever notice," you said slowly, "that ceiling fans are kinda threatening?"
Choso looked up at the completely normal ceiling fan. Then back at you. "No." He stared for a moment at your expression, then laughed. Not the smile he usually gave, he laughed.
You pointed at him. "You should do that more. Laugh."
"I laugh around you." His expression softened.
The butterflies returned even through the haze- matter of fact- especially through the haze. You groaned and buried your face in your hands. "See, this is why I can't get high with you."
"What makes you say that?" He raised a brow at your statement, leaning closer and giving you his full attention.
"Because every sentence sounds like a confession."
His head tilted. "They usually are."
"Choso," You started off as you leaned back against the couch cushions. "You cant just say that." When he asked why you just thought in your head listing the reasons.
Because your heart wasn't built for it. Because every time he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing something precious. Because you were starting to look back the same way. But you couldn't bring yourself to say it. So you just finished off saying, "You're ridiculous."
He smiled, only a little, but it was enough.
A while later, the two of you somehow ended up sitting on the floor. You couldn't remember how or why, but you were just rambling about something of little importance.
But Choso listened with complete focus and attention. Most people would've thought you were saying something important from the way he was listening, and to his ears, you were. Every opinion mattered.
He stared with the intensity of a man who looked at you like you hung the stars.
The kind that made you feel important.
Halfway through your rant, you realized he wasn't looking at anything except you. "Why are you staring? Is there something on my face?" You begin wiping the corner of your mouth with your sleeve.
He tilted his head as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. And to him, he was. "You're pretty." Seeing your absolute shock right after, he immediately apologized. "Sorry."
"No, no, it's fine." You said shaking your head. "It's just...You said it like it was nothing." Your words earned a frown from him. "It wasn't nothing."
You bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a smile. You leaned back until your back hit the couch and turned your head away from his.
Concern immediately appeared on Choso's face when he seen your actions. "You okay? Did i do something?"
"You keep being nice." You commented, finally looking at him. You met face to face with a man who had the look of confusion on his face. his brows furrowed slightly and his frown deepening. "That's bad?"
You stared at him and he stared at you.
Then you both started laughing.
And for a while, that was all there was.
Eventually the laughter faded into something warmer, the room falling into a soft atmosphere.
You found yourself sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him against the couch. Comfortable, quiet, relaxing.
"You tired?" Choso nudged your shoulder. ""You can stay up here., yknow. If you want."
You looked over. His eyes were half-lidded and gentle. "You sure?" You asked.
"Always." He responded, a small smile on his face.
Your chest tightened in the best way. Without really thinking about it, you let your head fall onto his shoulder.
He froze at your sudden contact before slowly easing into it, his smile widening.
The moment of silence that filled the air stopped when he softly spoke. "You know i love you, right?"
You blinked multiple times before looking down. You knew. Of course you knew. You felt the same way. But you couldn't say it. Not because you didn't want too, you really did. You just couldn't accept it.
Telling Choso about your feeling would change everything.
You wouldn't be thinking for yourself anymore, you would have a whole other person to consider in everything. You would have to deal with the expectations of a couple. People would look at you both and have comments, they would have thoughts.
You didn't want that right now.
Before you could respond Choso seemed to realize the meaning behind your silence. "It's okay. You don't have to say it now. I just wanted you to know."
Your chest tightened. Not in the way it did earlier, but with guilt. "I'm sorry."
Choso shook his head. "I'll wait however long you need me too. Take your time."
Closing your eyes, you nodded. Shifting closer to him if that was even possible. And he let you.
And neither of you moved away.
a/n - so eerrrr, i was clearly in the mood for angst. my badd 😘 MY BIRTHDAY IS TMRWW!!! there will be a birthday special for megumi just probably later, not now. Other than that, i dont think there's anything else to say!
Summary: You’ve been teasing your best friend Todd for years, but at one wild college party, he finally takes control, and there’s no going back.
Warnings: Sex sex sex rough stuff loud sex idk i hate tagging these its pervy just read it ITS GOOD I SWEAR NOT TRIGGERING
A/N: this is once again very self indulgent i barely see Todd Stevens stuff and i needed it bad
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You’re sitting on the low stone wall outside the lecture hall, sunlight brushing your shoulders as you flip another page. The psych textbook is heavy in your lap, margins crammed with notes, but you don’t notice the weight of it. You’re too absorbed, eyes narrowed, mouth slightly parted in concentration. A familiar voice drawls behind you, low and teasing.
“If you concentrate any harder, that book’s gonna burst into flames.”
You flinch, snapping the book closed, and whip your head around. Todd Stevens is standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his letterman jacket, grinning like he’s caught you doing something forbidden. His hat was on backwards, and you knew he did that just for you. He knew how much it drove you crazy.
“Jesus, Todd,” you mutter, pressing the book against your chest. “You trying to give me a heart attack?”
He shrugs, a lazy smile tugging at his mouth. “Just didn’t think I’d ever see the day you loved somethin’ more than attention.”
His accent makes every word sound slower, deliberate, like he enjoys dragging it out, just to needle you.
You roll your eyes. “You wouldn’t know a love of learning if it hit you in the face.”
Todd leans down, close enough that you can smell his cologne and the faint trace of smoke clinging to his clothes. “Darlin’, I know when somethin’ deserves my attention. And right now, it ain’t that book.” He plucks it from your hands before you can react, holding it just out of reach.
“Stevens,” you warn, standing and reaching for it. He lifts it higher, grin widening.
“Psychology, huh?” He flips the book open without looking. “Explains why you’re always tryin’ to get in people’s heads.” His eyes flick to yours, gleaming. “Especially mine.”
You cross your arms, fighting a smile. “Maybe I just like proving how predictable you are.”
Todd leans closer, lowering the book until it brushes against your chest again. His voice dips, quiet enough for only you to hear:
“Predictable, huh? Funny. Don’t feel so predictable when you’re lookin’ at me like that.”
You’re still smiling at him, ready to snap back with something sharp, when Todd’s stomach growls loud enough to break the tension. He groans, dropping your book back into your hands. “Alright, enough with the mind games. Let’s get food before I starve to death.”
You’re about to agree when a shadow falls across both of you. “Hey, Stevens.”
You and Todd turn at the same time. A tall, broad-shouldered guy with a mess of red hair and a jaw that looks like it’s been chiseled out of stone looms over you. He’s easily six-four, the kind of build that makes people step aside without thinking. Todd straightens, his smile turning into something more guarded. “Eamon. What’s up, man?”
But Eamon barely glances at him. His eyes are on you, and his grin is easy, confident.
“Actually,” he says, voice carrying that casual arrogance of a guy who knows he’s good-looking, “I was hopin’ to talk to her.”
Todd’s jaw tightens. “Her?”
Eamon nods at you. “Yeah. You made some pretty sharp points in lecture today. About cognitive dissonance? Had me thinkin’ the whole walk over here, couldn’t get my mind off you.”
You blink, caught off guard for just a second- then warmth creeps into your chest at the sight of Todd’s expression. He’s trying so hard to keep his cool, but you can feel the irritation radiating off him. And you love it.
So you tilt your head, giving Eamon your best interested smile. “Thanks. Guess I was more awake than I thought.”
Todd cuts in, voice low. “She’s always got somethin’ to say.”
Eamon chuckles like he didn’t hear the warning under Todd’s tone. “That’s a good thing. Most people don’t. Makes her stand out.” His eyes linger on you a moment longer than they should, moving up and down your body before they land back on your face.
Todd shifts beside you, arms crossed now, his whole body angled toward Eamon like he’s ready to throw him back down the steps.
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pretending not to notice Todd’s glowering. “So what were you thinking about?”
Eamon scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little less smooth. “Well… I was wonderin’ if you needed somebody to study with?”
The question hangs between the three of you, heavy, while Todd’s silence grows sharper by the second. Todd finally uncrosses his arms, stepping forward, his voice edged with something darker.
“She doesn’t-“
You cut him off with a bright smile, tilting your chin toward Eamon. “What Todd was about to say is… I don’t need a study buddy.”
For half a second, Todd looks triumphant, shoulders loosening like he just won. Because Todd is your study buddy, nobody else. But then you shrug, and add, sweet as honey, “But I’ll be your date to your KNA party tonight.”
Todd’s head snaps toward you so fast you almost hear his neck crack.
Eamon’s grin spreads, slow and smug. “Yeah? That’s even better.” His eyes flick over you with an appreciation that makes Todd bristle. “I’ll make sure everybody knows you’re comin’ with me.”
Todd mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch, or maybe you just don’t let yourself catch it, because watching the storm build in him is too much fun. It’s been years of teasing, bickering, throwing guys in Todd’s face just to mess with him. It was all about the long game, trying to force him to admit how he feels about you. You know he’s in love with you, he knows you feel the same. But neither of you have ever admitted it to each other. So you stay in a weird lull of friends with something more lingering. You laugh lightly now, reaching out to brush Eamon’s arm, just a casual touch, but deliberate enough that you feel Todd stiffen beside you. The muscle in his jaw flexes.
“Sounds like a plan,” you say, letting your fingers linger for just a moment longer before pulling back.
Eamon nods, clearly pleased with himself. “See you tonight, then.” He shoots Todd a quick, almost dismissive nod before striding away, leaving the two of you standing in silence. Todd’s hands are balled into fists at his sides, his eyes locked on the space where Eamon disappeared.
Todd’s fists unclench only so he can drag a hand down his face. “You’re kiddin’ me,” he mutters, voice tight with that Southern drawl. “Outta all the people in this school, you pick him?”
You slide your book back into your bag, as calm as if he hadn’t just watched you agree to go to his own party with a guy who looks like he could bench-press a car. “What? He’s tall, he’s hot, he listens in class… what’s not to like?”
Todd shoots you a sharp look, his mouth pulling into a line. “Since when d’you go for redheads?”
You sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder, lips curving in a slow, taunting smile. “Since the redhead is over six feet and beefy? Obviously.”
Todd’s laugh is sharp, humorless. “And what’s not to like? Try everythin’. Eamon’s a meathead with a GPA hangin’ on by a thread. The only reason he’s still in this school is ‘cause KNA keeps coverin’ his ass. You’re supposed to be my study partner.”
You bite back a smile. “Mm, sounds like someone’s jealous.”
“Jealous?” He scoffs, but his ears have gone pink. “Darlin’, I’m just lookin’ out for you. Guy like that doesn’t know what to do with someone like you.”
You lean closer, your voice dropping. “Funny. You don’t seem to know what to do with me either.”
Todd stares, caught between flustered and furious, and you don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you push yourself up from the wall, brushing off your jeans.
“Now,” you say breezily, already walking a few steps ahead, “take me to get food before I really start concentratin’ hard enough to set somethin’ on fire.”
Behind you, Todd grumbles something about “unbelievable woman gonna drive me insane” but his footsteps fall right in line with yours, trailing you like he always does.
For a frat president, Todd Stevens is supposed to be the one in charge. But everyone who’s ever seen the two of you together knows the truth, you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, and he doesn’t even try to fight it.
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Todd lay flat on his back, staring at the cracks in the ceiling like they’d done him personal harm. His jaw ached from how long he’d been grinding his teeth. You. Eamon. The two names kept running together in his head, twisting tighter every time he thought about you laughing at that losers jokes, laying a hand on his arm like it was nothing.
It wasn’t nothing. Not to Todd. He knew exactly what you were doing. Hell, you’d been doing it for years. Flaunting one guy after another, always tossing him these sly little looks when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, like you were daring him to admit it out loud. To admit that you belonged to him and not a damn one of them.
And every time, he’d driven them off. Some quietly, some not so quiet. Because none of them were good enough for you. Never would be. Not like him. Nobody knew you as well as he did. Nobody but Todd knew your favourite foods, the specific way you like to sleep otherwise you’ll be restless all night, how you like your tea in the morning, and you hate coffee. A crash of laughter from the hallway snapped him out of it. His frat brothers were already rowdy, gearing up for the night’s party. Music pulsed faintly from the speakers downstairs, the whole house buzzing with the kind of reckless energy KNA was infamous for. Todd was about to drag a pillow over his face when he caught a voice rising over the others.
Eamon.
“I’m tellin’ you, she’s somethin’ else, man. Smart as hell, gorgeous, and she said she’s comin’ with me tonight. The dark hair don’t mess with me vibe she’s got kills me. Gonna make the whole house jealous.”
The words sank into Todd’s chest like a fist.
His best friend. His best friend. And Eamon was out there braggin’ about you like you were already his. Todd sat up slowly, elbows braced on his knees, a low fire burning steady in his gut. He didn’t know if he was gonna make it through the night without putting Eamon through a wall.
Todd stayed hunched forward, knuckles pressed hard against his knees, listening as the voices outside the door shifted. Another brother, sounded like Mason, one of the seniors, chuckled low. “Eamon, man… you really sure about this? Thought Todd and her had a thing.”
Todd froze, every muscle in his body going tight. Yes, we do have a thing, he thought to himself.
Eamon’s laugh was big, careless, rattling down the hall. “Nah. If they did, wouldn’t she be with him already? C’mon. Todd’s all bark. I ain’t worried.”
“Still,” Mason muttered, “you might wanna be careful. Everybody knows how he gets when it comes to her. He does not play about his woman.”
That only made Eamon laugh harder. “Please. His woman? Todd’s had years to make his move. Years. And what’s he done? Nothin’. Just sittin’ there, actin’ like her bodyguard. If I was him?” His voice dipped, cocky and smug. “I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. Not with the way she looks at him. But soon, i’ll have her looking at me that way.”
Todd’s blood boiled. His chest heaved once, twice, before he pushed himself to his feet. You won’t be looking at anybody but him that way, that’s for sure. The fire in his gut was too big to sit with anymore.
He yanked open his door, leaning half into the hallway. “Eamon.” The laughter died down in an instant. Eamon turned, still grinning like he didn’t have a clue what kind of storm he’d just walked into. Todd’s voice cut through the noise, low and sharp, all trace of humor gone. “Need a word with you.”
The hall had gone quiet, all the usual pre-party noise fading into the background as Todd fixed his stare on Eamon.
“Need you to hear me real clear,” Todd said, voice low but cutting through the air like a knife. His drawl was stripped of all its usual easy charm, replaced by something flat, dangerous. “She’s my best friend. If you so much as look at her wrong, touch her wrong, talk to her wrong… I’ll kill you.”
A couple of brothers shifted uncomfortably, glancing between the two, but Todd didn’t waver. His gaze was locked, steady, serious.
Eamon didn’t flinch. In fact, he smirked, like Todd had just told him a joke. “Relax, Stevens. Didn’t know she brought her dad along with her to college.” He leaned a shoulder against the wall, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll take care of her.”
The way he said take care left no doubt what he was hinting at. Todd’s fists clenched at his sides, his blood boiling so hot he could feel it pounding in his temples. The smug bastard brushed past him, heading down the stairs toward the party, tossing one last line over his shoulder.
“I’ll take extra good care of her.”
The brothers erupted into nervous laughter, trying to cut the tension, but Todd didn’t laugh. He stood there, chest heaving, eyes burning holes into Eamon’s back until he disappeared from sight.
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The KNA house was alive with music, laughter, and the thrum of bass that shook the floorboards. It smelled like spilled beer and too much cologne, just another Friday night for the frat. But the moment you stepped through the door, conversation faltered. Heads turned. You made sure that tonight you’d be wearing something that would catch Todd’s attention. That would torture him. You were wearing Todd’s oversized KNA t-shirt that he had been missing and knew you took, falling off your shoulder, barely covering the cutoff shorts underneath. White sneakers. Hair loose and messy, like you didn’t even try. You’d known exactly what you were doing when you got dressed.
And Todd knew it too. He was across the room, leaning against the wall with a beer in hand, surrounded by a couple of brothers but not paying them any mind. His eyes locked on you instantly, hard and unrelenting. He waited for you to walk up to him, give your usual greeting. But you didn’t, instead you turned, looking for your date. He didn’t even blink when Eamon appeared at your side, his massive frame towering over the crowd, and you.
“Glad you came,” Eamon said, dipping down to press a kiss to your cheek before pulling you into a hug. You gave it right back, smiling up at him like you didn’t notice Todd’s jaw tightening from across the room.
You noticed. Of course you noticed.
Todd shifted his weight, knuckles whitening around the neck of his beer. He hadn’t looked away once, and you loved it. You weren’t here for Eamon, not really. You were here for this. For him.
You pulled out your favorite bottle of liquor from your bag, holding it up like a trophy. Todd finally moved, cutting across the room toward you with that slow, heavy stride that always commanded attention. When he stopped in front of you, the air tightened, humming with something unspoken.
“Look who decided to show up,” he drawled, eyes dragging deliberately down your outfit before moving back up. The tension crackled, so thick you could almost taste it. He mumbled something about looking for that shirt, but you didn’t care. Half your closet was his clothes, this was nothing new.
You smirked, ignoring the storm in his gaze as you set the bottle down on the nearest counter. “Well? One of you hurry up and make me a drink,” you ordered sweetly, flashing a smile at the nearest brother to your left. The poor guy scrambled to grab a cup, while Todd just stood there, his jaw flexing, his eyes burning holes through Eamon’s arm draped casually at your side. And you basked in it.
Todd didn’t stray far from your side. Even with half the house alive around him, he lingered, beer in hand, a permanent shadow to your little group. Every so often you’d force a shot into him, something you loved to do at these parties. You loved to see Todd drunk. Every time you laughed at something Eamon said, Todd’s eyes flicked over, sharp as knives.
You leaned against the counter, hip brushing Eamon’s arm as you reached for his beer. “Don’t mind if I do,” you teased, stealing a sip before passing it back.
Eamon chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.” He stared down at you, his eyes wandering everywhere they could.
“Guilty,” you said, smiling up at him through your lashes, your hand finding its way up his chest.
Out of the corner of your eye, Todd shifted, finally breaking. “Didn’t know you were into stealing beers now,” he muttered, tone dry, pulling your attention away from your date.
You smirked, turning just enough to look at him. “What? You jealous I didn’t take yours?”
“Maybe I just don’t like watchin’ you drink outta somebody else’s bottle.” His voice was casual, but his grip on the neck of his beer was anything but.
You grinned, leaning closer to Eamon just to twist the knife. “Relax, Todd. It’s just beer. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Eamon laughed, sliding his arm along the back of the counter, resting it on your lower back. It was so low it might as well have been on your ass. “You really know how to wind him up, don’t you?”
Todd’s eyes snapped to him, voice low and warning, watching his hand ghost above your ass. “Careful, Eamon.”
You cut in before the tension snapped, reaching out to lay your hand lightly on Eamon’s forearm. “Ignore him. He’s always like this.”
It was a lie, and Todd knew it. You’d never teased anyone the way you teased him. Not like this. The banter with Eamon was surface-level, playful enough to pass the time. But with Todd? Every word you threw at him was loaded, a game you both understood too well.
“You’re drunk,” Todd muttered, narrowing his eyes as he watched you polish off the cup someone had shoved into your hand.
“Tipsy,” you corrected, setting it down with a flourish. “There’s a difference.”
“Not when he’s the one feedin’ you drink after drink.” Todd’s glare landed squarely on Eamon, who only grinned wider.
“Aw, come on, Stevens,” Eamon drawled, lifting his own cup in a mock toast. “She’s havin’ fun. Don’t tell me you’ve got a problem with that.”
Todd’s jaw flexed, his beer untouched in his hand. His voice dropped low, only for you. “You really enjoy makin’ me crazy, don’t you?”
You gave him your sweetest smile, leaning close enough that he could smell the liquor on your breath. “More than you know.”
The music surged, laughter spilling around you, but it all blurred at the edges. For Todd, the only thing sharp and in focus was you, messy, tipsy, beautiful, and completely wrapped around his head. And he hated how much he loved it.
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The party had only gotten louder, thicker with heat and smoke, but somehow you and Eamon had drifted farther into the chaos, landing on the couch with half a dozen brothers piled around. You were laughing louder than usual, legs tucked up beneath you, cheeks flushed from too much liquor. The bottle you’d brought was already half-gone, and someone else kept topping off your cup. Todd hadn’t moved from his post by the wall. A blonde had sidled up to him, trying to catch his attention with too-bright smiles, but he barely registered her. His eyes never left you. You, perched on the couch beside Eamon, tossing your head back in laughter at some stupid joke one of the guys made. You, stealing another sip from Eamon’s drink. You, looser than he’d ever seen you, leaning into the cushions like you didn’t have a care in the world. You, who was supposed to be doing all this at Todd’s side like you always did. It wasn’t like you. You never let yourself go like this. Todd’s jaw worked, the beer he had been nursing sweating in his hand. Every second you leaned closer to Eamon twisted the knot in his chest tighter. He was worried you would go farther, touch him, kiss him. He didn’t know how he would react if he saw that happen.
And then he saw it. Eamon pulling a joint from his pocket, sparking it up with a grin, smoke curling in the dim light. Todd straightened immediately, the girl beside him fading into nothing as his eyes locked on the couch. His shoulders squared, the beer abandoned on the counter behind him.
Eamon took the first drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke before holding it out toward you.
“Your turn,” he teased, lips curled in a smug smile.
The other brothers egged you on, chanting, laughing, waiting to see what you’d do.
Todd’s blood thundered in his ears. His fists clenched as he started toward the couch, cutting through the crowd without hesitation, his eyes burning only for you. Todd shoved his way through the crowd, muttering curses under his breath as drunk bodies pressed in around him. His pulse pounded, every step heavier, faster. He’d never seen you like this, loose, reckless, laughing too loud with liquor shining in your eyes. You’d never touched weed before, and the sight of Eamon holding it out to you made his chest seize.
“Don’t you-“he started, but he was still too far for you to be able to hear him.
You took it with a grin, standing a little unsteady as you crawled into Eamon’s lap. The room whooped and cheered, brothers egging it on. Todd’s gut twisted. You brought the joint to your lips, inhaling deep until your chest rose high, the smoke curling out from between your fingers. Eamon encouraged you to keep on pulling, and you did until your lungs stung and you began to cough. Todd’s heart sank as you leaned forward, holding whatever smoke was left in you as your lips parted, and exhaled straight into Eamon’s mouth, the two of you nearly touching.
Eamon’s eyes burned hot, his grin curling wide as he tilted forward, closing the inch between you-
“Enough.”
Todd’s voice cut like thunder. He was there before the kiss landed, towering over the couch, eyes blazing. His chest heaved, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. You jumped, a bit startled, and blinked up at him, dazed, slow to process. Eamon only leaned back, smirk never leaving his face, as if daring Todd to do something about it. His hand settled against your ass as you sat in his lap, not pushing it too far, just testing the waters. But Todd’s gaze wasn’t on him. It was on you.
“You’re done,” he said, low and sharp, his accent roughened by the fury in his throat.
The air around the couch shifted, the brothers going quiet, waiting for what came next.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” Eamon chuckled, his hand braced on your hip as you wobbled in his lap. “Don’t listen to him. Stay right here.”
You giggled lightly as you stared at your date, nodding your head in agreement. Todd didn’t even glance at him. His hand shot out, firm around your wrist. He used his other hand to take the joint away, passing it off to somebody sitting next to you.
“Get up,” he ordered.
You stumbled when he yanked you to your feet, the cheers and whistles from the couch erupting again. “Hey! Todd!” you snapped, tugging against his grip. “What the hell, I was having fun!”
But Todd didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at you. His jaw was clenched, his chest heaving as he pulled you through the crowd, weaving between bodies with single-minded force.
“Stevens, leave her be, man! Don’t be a sore loser!” Eamon called after you, but it was no use.
Todd didn’t flinch. Didn’t acknowledge him. His grip on your arm stayed steady, unyielding, dragging you deeper through the noise.
“Let me go, Todd!” you protested, tugging hard. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong!”
Still, nothing. No reply. Just the hard line of his shoulders, the roughness of his hand around your arm, guiding you faster, sharper, until the party blurred into shouts and music behind you.
You stumbled again, nearly tripping on the stairs as he hauled you upward. “Todd, seriously, you’re being ridiculous!”
But the words were slurred now, your energy slipping. The liquor and smoke caught up to you all at once, dulling your fight. By the time he dragged you down the hall to his room, you’d stopped struggling, your head spinning too much to keep arguing.
Todd kicked the door shut behind him, finally letting go of your arm. You swayed where you stood, blinking hard, trying to focus. For the first time all night, the silence between you drowned out the party below. The door clicked shut and Todd turned on you, eyes blazing.
“What the hell was that?” His voice thundered, low and sharp, each word bitten off. “You’re too damn smart to be actin’ like that. Too smart to be sittin’ on Eamon’s lap, blowin’ smoke in his mouth like some cheap-“ He cut himself off, fists clenching at his sides. “You embarrassed yourself tonight. You embarrassed me.”
You blinked hard, the fog of liquor lifting just enough to let the heat of your anger rise. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he snapped, pacing like he couldn’t stand still. “You’ve never touched weed in your life and suddenly you’re sittin’ there cross-faded like it’s nothin’. You wanna ruin yourself, go ahead, but don’t you dare drag me down with you. I can’t believe i had to drag you around like that tonight, watch you so close!”
Your jaw dropped. “Ruin myself? Are you kidding me, Todd? You’re not my father, you don’t get to lecture me like that!”
He barked a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Somebody’s gotta do it, because clearly you can’t handle yourself tonight.”
“Oh, screw you,” you shot back, voice rising to match his. “You think you’re so high and mighty, always lookin’ out for me like I’m some damn child. Newsflash, Todd! I’m a grown woman. I get to do what I want. See who I want.”
His head snapped toward you, eyes sharp.
“Yeah, that’s right,” you pressed, stepping closer, fire building in your chest. “You drive away every guy I like. Every single one. Nobody’s ever good enough for me, according to you. You scare them off, and then what? You stand there with that smug look like you’ve done me some big favor?”
Todd’s jaw flexed, his nostrils flaring, but you weren’t done.
“You don’t get to decide who I talk to, who I kiss, who I-” Your voice cracked on the last word, fury and something else tightening your throat. The air between you was molten, both of you seething, both of you too stubborn to back down. You look around the room, anywhere but him, trying to find a reason to keep yelling.
You stepped closer, heat sparking in every word. “Oh, I see now! You wanna control me, huh? You don’t want me talking to guys? then why the fuck haven’t you made a move yet? Why haven’t you admitted the feelings you clearly have for me?”
Todd’s eyes went wide for just a fraction of a second, and you pressed forward, voice rising, shaking with anger and frustration.
“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad you can’t even look at another guy with me without losing it! You want me all to yourself! You’re greedy, Todd!”
Your hands shot forward, shoving at his chest just enough to make the point, testing him. You reached up and knocked his hat straight off his head, but he didn’t budge. Even as you shoved at him, as hard as you can, he didn’t move. “If you want me so bad, then take me! Take me right here, right now, just like you have with all these other girls!”
Your voice cracked as you pointed toward his bed, the words sharp and accusing. “All those others! Every single one you’ve told me about! You’ve wanted me from the start, and you’ve let me play around with everyone else! enough, Todd!”
His eyes burned, the tension in his body coiling tighter than ever. He was frozen for a moment, just staring at you, chest heaving, fists clenching and unclenching like he wanted to grab you, shake you, maybe… something more. The air between you was electrified, screaming, charged, and dangerous. For the first time in forever, you weren’t just teasing him. You were daring him. Pushing him to break the line he’d been so careful to maintain. You shoved him one more time, harder than before, finally earning a reaction from him.
That was it.
Todd’s hands shot out, wrapping firmly around your wrists. In one swift motion, he spun you, pressing your back hard against the wall. The impact rattled through you, stunning you into silence. His face hovered inches from yours, his breath hot, his chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted a mile. The fury in his eyes wasn’t loud anymore, it was quiet, controlled, terrifying in its intensity.
You gasped, lips parting to throw more fire, but then his voice cut in, low and razor-sharp.
“Believe me,” he whispered, his drawl dragging every word slow, deliberate, “I’d love nothin’ more than to shut you up right now.”
Your heart hammered against your ribs. You could smell the liquor and weed lingering on your own breath, see the tight restraint in his eyes.
“But I’ve got more respect for you, and for myself, than to fuck my best friend while she’s drunk and I’m sober.” His grip on your wrists loosened slightly, though his body stayed caged around yours. “Now sleep it off. We’ll talk in the mornin’.”
The silence that followed was deafening, the air between you buzzing with everything unsaid. His jaw was tight, his eyes burning, and though every inch of him screamed to close the distance, to finally take what he wanted, he didn’t. He let you go. You stared up at him, wrists still tingling from the strength of his grip, chest rising and falling like you’d just run a sprint. His words circled in your head, sharp and clear despite the haze of liquor clouding everything else.
Respect. It was the last thing you’d expected him to say.
Your lips twisted into a crooked smile, though it lacked its usual bite. “You’re no fun, you know that?” you slurred, the words wobbling as much as your legs. “Could’ve… had me right there. Bet you’re dying wanting me so bad.”
You pushed off the wall, trying to stride to the bed, but your knees buckled and the room tilted. A low curse escaped Todd as he caught you under the arm, steadying you.
“Easy,” he muttered, guiding you gently. “Sit before you break your damn neck.”
You plopped down on the edge of the mattress, clumsy fingers fumbling with your jeans. “Too hot,” you grumbled, tugging them down without grace.
Todd’s jaw clenched and he immediately turned his head, eyes fixed on the far wall. “holy shit,” he breathed, ears burning.
Once you were under the covers, he tugged the blanket higher, careful, tucking it around your shoulders with a tenderness that contrasted every sharp word from earlier. You mumbled something incoherent, already half-asleep, your breathing evening out as the weight of the night finally pulled you under. Todd lingered a moment, staring down at you, your hair spread across his pillow, your features softened by sleep. His chest ached, the knot in it winding tighter and tighter.
Then, three sharp knocks rattled the door. Todd’s head snapped up, annoyed that this person could’ve woken you up from your sleep and caused even more problems. He strode over, yanking it open. Todd steps to the side, blocking the view of his bed to keep your privacy.
Eamon stood there, broad-shouldered and smug, reeking of smoke and beer. “Hey. Lookin’ for my date,” he drawled. “She in there? She okay? Can’t lock her away forever, Toddy.”
Todd’s expression didn’t waver. His voice dropped, low and lethal. “She’s not your date.”
Eamon’s smirk twitched, but Todd leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head just enough to make his point clear. “She’s mine. Always has been. Always will be.”
And before Eamon could spit out a reply, Todd slammed the door in his face. The muffled bass of the party thumped back into silence, leaving only the sound of your steady breathing filling the room as he laid on the couch, drifting off to sleep.
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Your head throbbed before your eyes even opened. The sunlight slicing through the blinds wasn’t doing you any favors either, and the second you tried to shift under the blanket, you realized two things immediately:
One, your jeans were gone. Two, this wasn’t your bed.
Blinking against the light, you sat up, hair a tangled mess around your face. Todd’s sheets clung to your bare legs, the scent of him thick in the pillow you’d apparently drooled on all night. Slowly, painfully, the pieces slotted back into place: the drinking, the joint, crawling into Eamon’s lap… Todd dragging you upstairs. The fight. The yelling. His hands pinning your wrists. His voice, low and restrained, saying things you never expected to hear. And then… nothing but black.
You groaned and pushed yourself out of the bed, tugging his blanket around your hips as you padded across the room. On the couch, sprawled out in yesterday’s clothes, was Todd. One arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling steady, like even sleep hadn’t quite relaxed him. You crouched next to him, studying the faint crease between his brows. Then, with a wicked little grin, you reached out and flicked him right on the forehead.
“Ow!” Todd jerked awake, eyes snapping open. He caught sight of you kneeling beside him, blanket draped haphazardly, and scowled. “What the hell was that for?”
You smirked. “For being dramatic. And for sleeping on this sad excuse of a couch when you’ve got a perfectly good bed, idiot. You look like you lost a fight with it.”
He groaned, rubbing at his forehead where you’d flicked him. “It was either the couch or…” He cut himself off, eyes narrowing like he realized what he almost said. “Never mind. Couch was fine.”
You leaned your chin on the back of the couch, cocking your head. “Bet your neck disagrees.”
Todd shot you a look, still bleary, still grumpy, but he didn’t fire back right away. Instead, his gaze flickered over you, the mess of your hair, the blanket sliding off one shoulder, your legs bare under it, and he swallowed hard, turning away with a muttered, “Fuck…”
Todd was still rubbing sleep from his eyes, muttering under his breath, when you stood and shuffled toward his dresser. Blanket dragging behind you, you pulled open a drawer and started rifling through his mess of shirts.
“So…” you said casually, like it was nothing. “About last night.”
Todd froze. His grip tightened around the armrest. “What about it?”
You smirked over your shoulder. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You dragging me away from my fun, yelling at me like some overprotective dad, pinning me against your wall-“ you paused deliberately, watching the way his jaw flexed. “and then declaring me yours to Eamon at the door? I mean, Todd. If you were trying to make a point, you really could’ve just kissed me.”
He sat up straighter, scowling. “I didn’t- That’s not-“ He cut himself off, growling low, like even he didn’t know what he wanted to say.
You hummed like you were deep in thought, tossing him one of his old shirts before deciding against it and slipping it over your own head instead. “You always drive off any guy I look at, Todd. Always. And last night you looked ready to murder Eamon. So tell me, if I’m not yours, then what the hell am I?”
Todd rubbed a hand over his face, glaring at the floor instead of you. “You’re my best friend. That’s… That’s all it is.”
“Liar,” you shot back instantly, tugging open the drawer with his boxers now. You picked a pair, snapped the waistband just to watch him flinch, and started wriggling out of the blanket.
Todd turned away fast, muttering, “Jesus Christ, can you not?” but then, against his better judgment, his eyes slid back over his shoulder.
And you caught him. The second your gaze locked with his, he froze like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. You smirked slow, wicked, and instead of covering up, you made a little show of it, stretching the shirt down languidly, sliding into his boxers with a twist of your hips.
“You could just admit you like the view,” you teased, tugging the waistband into place before turning to face him full-on, arms crossed. “It’d save us both a lot of time.”
Todd’s throat bobbed, his face caught between murderously annoyed and completely undone. He opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again.
Todd yanked open his dresser, still muttering under his breath like he was trying to steady himself. He grabbed a clean shirt, a fresh pair of jeans, throwing them on the bed in short, sharp movements.
“You gonna look away?” he asked without turning, voice clipped.
You plopped down on the edge of the mattress, crossing your legs, watching him like it was the most entertaining thing in the world. “Nope.”
He let out a tight, humorless laugh. “Figures.”
He peeled off his old shirt, muscles shifting under golden skin, every line of his back taut with restraint. He turned just enough to snatch his jeans off the bed, and when his head dipped as he put them on, you slid silently to your feet. By the time he noticed, you were already behind him.
“Todd?” you whispered, voice light, teasing.
He stilled, his whole body tensing as your hands brushed his sides, then slid slowly up his broad back. The muscles there flexed and jumped under your palms, and he let out the smallest, strangled sound, somewhere between a groan and a curse.
“Christ almighty,” he hissed, eyes squeezed shut, fighting himself as your fingertips traced over his shoulder blades. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Why would I?” you murmured, nails grazing lightly down again. “I like seeing you crack.”
Todd spun then, catching your wrists, not harshly this time, but firm enough to stop your hands from wandering any higher. His face was inches from yours, eyes blazing, chest rising and falling fast.
“You’re stubborn,” he growled. “Stubborn as hell.”
Your lips quirked. “Takes one to know one.”
For a second, neither of you moved, both locked in that impossible standoff. Then Todd’s voice dropped lower, almost a whisper.
“You wanna know why we’re stuck here? Why this is a goddamn mess?” He leaned closer, gaze switching between your eyes and your mouth. “It ain’t just me who won’t admit it. You’ve got just as much blame. You feel the same, and you won’t say it either.”
The words hit harder than you expected, leaving you breathless, pressed close with nowhere to go. Your wrists were still held lightly in his hands, his chest nearly brushing yours. The fire in his eyes, the tension strung so tight between you both, it all cracked something loose inside you.
“Fine,” you blurted, voice rising with frustration. “You want me to admit it? I only ever dated those guys to get under your skin. To make you admit it first. I wanted you, Todd. Always you. But I’m too damn stubborn to say it out loud, just like you. You think I liked any of them? None of them were you!”
The words tumbled out faster and faster, your cheeks hot, your chest heaving. “I’ve been waiting for you to stop being so goddamn noble and just-“
You froze. He wasn’t arguing. He wasn’t fighting back. He was smiling. That soft, crooked grin that reached his eyes, that made your knees weak and your anger dissolve into something else entirely.
“Quit it,” you snapped, though your voice shook now. “I’m being serious.”
“I know,” he said, voice low and steady.
Then he tugged you gently, finally letting go of your wrists, pulling you closer. “Now come here.”
Your breath caught as his strong arms wrapped around you, solid and warm, fitting against you like he was made to hold you. The world outside the room didn’t matter, just the way your forehead brushed his, the heat of his breath mingling with yours, the steady thrum of his heart against your chest.
Todd’s lips hovered just shy of yours, his breath warm, his eyes moving down every few seconds like he might finally give in.
But he didn’t. He was teasing you. Your patience snapped. With a huff, you wriggled out of his arms. He blinked, startled, about to ask what the hell you were doing, until you shoved him, hard, and he stumbled back into the bed.
“Hey!” he started, but the word cut off as you climbed right into his lap, straddling him without hesitation.
His hands flew instinctively to your waist, steadying you, eyes wide. “Jesus,” he muttered, looking up at you like he’d just seen you for the first time. “Didn’t know you had this in you.”
You smirked, leaning down close enough for your lips to nearly brush his. “Guess you don’t know everything.”
Todd’s grip tightened, his expression shifting from surprised to something darker, more commanding. “Careful,” he warned, voice rough. “You aren’t gonna be the one in charge here.”
A shiver ran down your spine, heat curling through you at the promise in his tone. You bucked your hips softly, feeling his grow hard under his jeans, his words instantly turning you on. “Oh?” you challenged, but it came out softer, breathier than you intended.
That was all the invitation he needed.
He pulled you down, crushing his mouth to yours in a kiss that was hard, weeks, years, of pent-up tension finally breaking open. His hand slid up your back, the other anchoring firmly at your hip, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. The kiss deepened fast, desperate and reckless, your mouths colliding as if you’d both been starving for this. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp, and Todd swallowed the sound with another hard kiss. You pushed at his chest and he was back against the bed, and for a split second you were grinning down at him, triumphant.
“Told you I’d be on top.”
That grin vanished when Todd surged up once more, rolling you under him in one quick, powerful move. His body pressed flush against yours, the weight of him pinning you for a heartbeat, before you shoved at his shoulders, twisting, and suddenly you were straddling him again, laughing breathlessly against his lips. It became a game, the two of you grappling in the sheets, kissing between stolen moments of shifting dominance. His shirt shirt on you was riding up, his boxers loose on your thighs, and with every turn his hands found more of your skin, your waist, your ribs, your thigh hooked over his hip. Your teeth grazed his lower lip and he groaned, flipping you one final time and holding you there. His mouth trailed down your neck, until he found the place just above your collarbone and sucked hard, drawing a moan from you as your nails dug into his bare back.
“Goddamn,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. “You’re gonna mark me up, I swear.”
“You deserve it,” you whispered, tugging him down for another messy, open-mouthed kiss. “Have you felt what you’re doing to me?”
The sheets twisted around you both as the struggle continued, neither willing to give in, until Todd finally caught your wrists, pressing them to the mattress above your head with one hand. His body caged yours in, heat and strength overwhelming, and his mouth worked feverishly down your jaw.
“No more running,” he growled, voice low and ragged, his lips brushing your ear. “Not this time.”
His weight was heavy, suffocating in the best way, his lips grazing along the curve of your throat until you squirmed beneath him.
“Let me up,” you challenged, even though your voice cracked on the words.
Todd smirked against your skin, the stubble on his jaw scratching your neck as he pressed one slow, deliberate kiss to the hollow of your throat. “Not a chance. You had your fun.”
Your hips shifted beneath his, the friction making him hiss as you arched up into him. “You think you can just pin me and win? I’ll get out of this.”
“You won’t,” he said simply, confident, his voice husky.
Then he released one wrist, only to drag his hand down your arm, over your side, gripping your thigh and hauling it higher against his waist. The movement left you breathless, his body settling deeper against yours, every sharp edge of tension crashing into heat. Still wearing his jeans, Todd lifts his leg up higher, until it was pressed hard against your core. You bit his shoulder, half in defiance, half in desperation, and he groaned, his hand sliding into your hair to pull your head back so he could claim your mouth again. He pressed his knee into you harder until you whimpered into his mouth. The kiss was brutal, wet, all tongue and teeth, a battle neither of you wanted to lose. You nipped at his lip, he growled and deepened it, his hips pressing into yours until your protest melted into a gasp.
“Stubborn,” he murmured between kisses, forehead pressed to yours. “Always so damn stubborn.”
“So are you,” you shot back, but it came out softer this time, your voice shaky.
His thumb stroked over the curve of your hip, grounding, teasing. “Yeah. Guess that’s why we work,” Todd watched as you squirmed underneath him, desperately moving your hips so you could grind against his leg. “Aw, you need me that bad?”
Todd was taunting you, but you didn’t care. You nodded fast, eyes screwed shut as you moved your hips faster against his leg. The only noises coming out of you were small gasps and moans, as he encouraged you to keep going. Your head tilted, lips brushing his again. You stopped fighting him, you wanted him to take everything he wanted from you. Pinned beneath him, wrists trapped in one of his strong hands, you let your head fall back against the pillow, your chest rising and falling in surrender as you pushed yourself closer to orgasm against his thigh. It wasn’t enough.
“Fine,” you breathed, voice ragged, needy. “Do whatever you want. I can’t! I need you, Todd. Please.”
That word undid him. He groaned low in his throat, pushing his mouth back onto yours, the kiss deeper, desperate now that you’d finally given in. His tongue roamed the inside of your mouth as his free hand tugged at the hem of his shirt on you, bunching it up until the fabric slid higher and higher, baring your skin to him.
He broke the kiss long enough to look down at you, flushed, pupils blown wide, hair wild against his pillow. You never looked better to him than in this moment right here.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice dark and reverent all at once.
And then the shirt was gone, tossed aside, and his mouth was everywhere once more. He bit softly at your jaw, soothed the sting with his tongue, then moved lower, lips marking another trail down your neck. Hickies bloomed under his mouth, dark bruises over your pulse point, the hollow of your throat. Each time you gasped, he groaned against your skin like the sound was feeding him. Your back arched, pressing yourself closer as his kisses trailed lower still, across your collarbone, the swell of your chest. His teeth grazed the curve of your breast, then he bit gently, making you yelp before his mouth closed around your nipple, sucking hard.
“Mine,” he growled against your skin, nipping again just beneath the curve. “All mine.”
He finally pulled back just long enough to stare down at you, skin growing goosebumps at your newly exposed flesh. He was admiring his work, you were absolutely covered in mouth shaped bite marks and bruises. There would never be another question about who you are to Todd now. His muscles as he braced himself over you, eyes dark as he drank you in.
Your head hit the pillow again, a shaky laugh breaking past your lips as Todd kissed lower, slower, marking a trail down your stomach. Every brush of his mouth made your skin burn hotter, every pause made your pulse race faster.
“Todd…” you whispered, fingers sliding into his hair.
He glanced up at you, a wicked half-smile tugging at his mouth, before his hands slid firmly down your hips, holding you in place.
Then he went lower. Your breath hitched, back arching as the heat of his mouth finally found you over the fabric of his boxers. He placed small, chaste kisses to your clit through the fabric. You couldn’t take it, pulling his hair and pushing him more into you with a whine.
“Okay darlin relax i know.” He chuckled lightly, tugging down his boxers so slow you felt like you were about to explode.
His strong hands found the inside of your thighs once more, pushing your legs as far apart as they could go. Suddenly, you feel a finger slip inside you, a small stretch as he pushes inside you. Your eyes are already screwed tight, fingers fisting the sheets beneath you. The first sound that tore out of you as his mouth wrapped around your clit was helpless, raw, your fingers tightening in his hair as you gasped his name again. Soon you were grinding into his mouth, not caring whether he was able to breathe or not. You were chasing a high, moaning loud when another finger was pressed into you.
Todd groaned low in his throat, the vibration only making your legs tremble harder around his head. His grip tightened on the outside of your thigh, keeping you anchored to him as the movements of your hips became sloppy. He could feel it, you were about to cum. He sucked just a little bit harder, fingers moving quicker, and then it hit you. You practically screamed, grabbing one of Todds pillows to muffle your noises after wave of sensation broke over you. Every time you thought you couldn’t take more, he gave you just enough to prove you wrong. He didn’t stop. At first you were begging for more, and now you were begging him to stop, trying to push his head away, even crawl back from him mouth, but he wouldn’t let you. Your thighs shook, your chest heaved, and your voice broke into moans you couldn’t have stifled even if you wanted to. It was messy, desperate, consuming, everything you’d ever wanted but had been too stubborn to admit.
And Todd wasn’t letting up, not until you were undone beneath him, crying out his name into the pillow like it was the only word you knew.
“You taste like fucking heaven, darlin.”
When you finally collapsed back against the pillow, chest rising and falling hard, Todd kissed his way up your body. Each press of his mouth was slower now, reverent, almost apologetic for how thoroughly he’d just unraveled you. You tugged at him, desperate, pulling him up until his face hovered just above yours. Your lips brushed, the kiss tasting of sweat and heat and need.
“Please,” you whispered, raw and pleading in a way you never had before. “I need you.”
He braced himself above you, eyes searching yours one last time, giving you the chance to stop it. But when you arched up into him, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, he groaned and lowered himself down, your bodies finally, fully meeting.
The sound that escaped both of you as he pushed himself fully inside you with one thrust was near identical, half relief, half disbelief. it was finally happening.
It wasn’t gentle at first. All the stubbornness, all the bickering, all the pent-up years of wanting each other tore through in feverish movements, sheets twisting, hands gripping tight wherever they could find skin. His mouth found your neck again, leaving fresh marks as you clung to him, nails digging into his back.
“Goddamn,” Todd muttered against your throat, voice wrecked. “You feel-” He cut himself off with a groan, kissing you hard, swallowing every sound you made. “You feel so fucking good, so-so fucking tight.”
You barely had time to get used to him fucking into you before Todd pulled out of you, quickly rolling you onto your stomach without a word. You wriggled beneath him, surprised and defiant, managing to twist and shove until he held you down harder into the mattress.
“Think you’re in charge now?” he rasped, his hands roaming up and down your back, taking every opportunity to squeeze your ass.
“Maybe I am,” you shot back, breathless, grinding back against his exposed cock just to prove it. You wanted him back inside you, so badly. You felt empty without him there, and ache left behind only he could fix. It was hard to try and challenge him when all you wanted is for Todd to fuck you.
“Careful,” Todd warned, voice rough in your ear. “Gonna have to make it so you can’t talk back, hm?”
“God yes, p-please.” you panted, whining hard into the mattress.
Todd’s hands ghosted over your ass once more, a wicked idea popping into his head. “You know what Eamon said?”
You blinked back at him, dazed, drunk on him. “What?”
“He wanted to make sure this whole house knew you were with him last night.” Todd’s mouth curved in something between a smirk and a snarl. “But I’m about to do something he never could.”
Your brows knit, confused and breathless. “What could he not do?” Todd lowered his mouth to your ear, his grip on you unrelenting.
“Make you scream so loud everyone in this house knows who you belong to.”
Todd’s grip on your hips was unforgiving as he pulled you back against him, forcing you onto your hands and knees. The shift made you gasp, your arms trembling, the sheets twisting under your fists once again.
“Good girl,” he muttered, low and dark, leaning over you so close you could feel his breath on your ear. “Now let’s see how loud you get.”
You were already shaking your head, your pride refusing to give him the satisfaction, even as he sank back inside you. “You’re not that good,” you managed, voice breaking halfway through, struggling to take his full length all at once.
Todd’s laugh was rough, mocking, his hand sliding up your spine to press between your shoulders, making you arch for him. “Oh, sweetheart,” he rasped, his tone dangerous, “you’re about to eat those words.”
Every movement, every push and pull left you choking on broken sounds you couldn’t control. The harder you bit down on your lip to keep them in, and the harder he fucked you, the louder they came spilling out. His name tore free of you like a mantra, every syllable rougher, needier than the last.
Todd groaned, his head tipped back to the ceiling, clearly reveling in it. “That’s it. Louder.” He gave you no chance to argue, to resist. “Let them all hear who you belong to.”
You tried, God, you tried, to hold it back, the thought of every one of his frat brothers, your friends hearing you be ruined by Todd was mortifying, but he didn’t let you. His pace, his grip, his voice, it was too much. Soon your cries filled the room, skin slapping against skin echoing past the door, raw and shameless. Todd’s name was the only word you could manage, over and over again, until he was snarling it right back in your ear, dragging every ounce of sound out of you.
Soon your arms gave out from under you, collapsing onto the mattress with your cheek pressed to the sheets. You were trembling, your throat raw from yelling, sweat pooling against your skin. Todd was right behind you, his chest heaving, one hand sliding up your back again, gentler this time, soothing where before it was all control.
“Guess I win,” he murmured against your hair, smug and breathless, giving you a small break before he continued.
You were already wrecked, your arms trembling, your voice small from the sounds he’d forced out of you just before.
“God, listen to you,” Todd drawled, smug and sharp, leaning down so his words cut right against your ear. “So loud. So desperate. You wanted everyone to hear, didn’t you?”
Your breath caught, a loud whine escaping before you could stop it. He chuckled darkly, his pace unrelenting.
“That’s my girl. Scream it for me. Let the whole damn house know who’s got you like this.”
You whimpered his name, shaky and pleading, but he only moaned in satisfaction, eating it up. Then his voice dropped low, commanding, taunting:
“Cum for me one more time, darlin’. I know you have it in you. Give me one more.”
You shook your head frantically, your voice high and panicked. “I can’t, Todd. I can’t. I’m too sensitive, it’s too much!”
But he just chuckled, cruel and amused, tightening his grip as his pace stayed steady, merciless. “That wasn’t a request.” His voice dropped to a growl, all heat and authority. “You’re going to give me one more. Right now.”
“Todd!” you cried, your body arching despite saying you couldn’t again, his words clawing into your chest, breaking down your resistance.
“That’s it,” he goaded, tone dripping with smug praise. “There she is. My stubborn girl, finally giving me what I want. Louder, sweetheart. Let them all hear you come apart for me.”
You couldn’t hold it back, your voice broke, raw and shameless, his name tearing from your throat over and over again as your body obeyed him.
Todd leaned forward and groaned against your shoulder, his body pushing you down further and keeping you exactly where he wanted you. “Good girl,” he rasped, smug and triumphant, not easing up even as you collapsed forward onto the sheets. “Knew you had it in you.”
Your body was trembling, nerves fried, but Todd wasn’t easing up.
“Don’t quit on me now, darlin’. Not until I’m done with you. I’m almost done.”
You whimpered, nails clawing uselessly at the sheets, your legs shaking under the strain. Every sound you made only spurred him on, his pace sharp, his hands bruising at your hips as he used you to chase his own breaking point.
“God, you feel too good,” he ground out, low and desperate now. “Mine. Every damn inch of you.”
You cried his name for the last time, voice shredded, your body caving under him completely. He groaned at the sound, his control finally slipping as he drove harder, faster, his breath ragged against your skin.
“That’s it,” he bit out, harsh and hungry. “Give me everything, right now.”
Your cries rose into another ragged scream, and then his followed, guttural, his entire body seizing against yours as he finally lost it. He pressed into you with one last, shuddering thrust before his strength gave out. Both of you collapsed forward at once, Todd pulling you down with him, flipping you onto the bed so you were tangled together in the aftermath. His chest heaved against your back, sweat dripping, both of you ruined, wrecked, breathless. For a long moment there was nothing but silence, just your gasps and his heavy breathing, the sound of the party far away now. His arm slid firmly around your waist, anchoring you to him, as though he’d never let you slip away again.
“Hell,” he muttered against your hair, his voice hoarse but smug. “Told you I’d make sure everyone knew who you belonged to. How many times did you finish? Like four?”
Todd’s weight was still heavy against you, his chest pressed to your back, his arm locked firm around your waist. You were both drenched in sweat, tangled in the sheets, your heartbeat trying to settle after what he’d just dragged out of you.
You shifted slightly, just enough to glance back at him. His hair was damp, curls sticking to his forehead, his lips still parted from how hard he’d been breathing. You almost laughed at the sight—your perfect, controlled Todd, completely undone.
“Smug bastard,” you muttered, though there wasn’t much venom in your voice.
“Damn right,” he rasped, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his voice thick and rough. “Told you I’d take better care of you than that redhead ever could.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re mine,” he countered without hesitation, pulling you tighter against him. His words were sharp, possessive, but the way he tucked his chin against your hair, the way his hand smoothed over your stomach, it was softer than anything he’d said all night. For the first time, there was no game, no teasing, no pretending. Just you and Todd, raw and real in the messy aftermath.
But outside the door, muffled through the thin walls of the frat house, voices carried.
“…guess she was with Todd after all,” one of the brothers snickered in the hall.
A heavy thud followed. Eamon’s shove, his voice sharp. “Shut the hell up.”
Inside the room, you froze for half a second, eyes wide, but Todd just chuckled low in his chest. That smug, infuriating little grin spread across his face as he buried it into your messy hair.
“Good,” he murmured, voice still rough. “Now they all know.”
Your life before Ryomen Sukuna had been a quiet, predictable thing. It was structured entirely around high scores in your biology and history lectures, long library sessions, and winding down by baking elaborate tiers of cakes and pastries for your friends. You were the quiet anchor of your social circle the sweet girl everyone relied on for a kind word or a homemade treat.
Then came Sukuna.
He was the university’s notorious frat king, a towering presence with a reputation that felt more like a warning label than a resume. Every girl on campus was drawn to his sharp, dangerous edge, but you had despised him from a distance. To you, he was a volatile archetype with a terrible attitude, a man who seemed to take a twisted pleasure in mocking anyone he deemed below his standard. Rumors trailed him like smoke whispers of back-alley fights and brief stints in holding cells. You made a silent vow to keep your distance.
Even though your friends Gojo, Suguru, and Choso belonged to the same elite frat circle, they possessed a warmth Sukuna completely lacked. Your love life up to that point had been non-existent. While Gojo and the others rotated through casual flings, you remained a virgin, completely unfazed by the teasing remarks of your peers. Shoko frequently tried to set you up on dates, but the moment you began yapping about your favorite books, your desire to open a small bakery, or how you liked to feed the stray cats near your apartment, the boys would invariably lose interest. They wanted a quick hookup. More like a girl who would just fuck them on the very first date. But you wanted something real.
Your first actual interaction with Sukuna happened on a humid Tuesday evening right outside your dorm building. He was leaning against the brick framework, a lit cigarette between his lips, casually scrolling through his phone while holding a crumpled history prompt.
"Listen, woman" he had grunted, his deep, tattooed throat vibrating with an immediate, commanding arrogance. "I need you to write this worksheet for me. Have it done by tomorrow morning, and if you say no, I’ll make sure your semester becomes a living hell."
Terrified by the deadly expression in his dark eyes and the sheer physical presence of him, you had quietly taken the paper. You remembered him from that exact history lecture he had shown up thirty minutes late, kicked his heavy boots onto the desk, and played mobile games the entire time.
For the first two weeks, you tolerated it. But the resentment built until you finally snapped, shoving his completed assignment against his chest in the campus courtyard. "This is the absolute last time I am doing your work for him! You have hands, Sukuna. Do it yourself. I have my own exams to study for!"
To your absolute fury, he didn't yell. He merely let out a low, mocking laugh, taking the papers and walking away without a word.
The universe, however, had a cruel sense of humor. A week later, the professor assigned a massive, month-long history and art research project. You were paired with Sukuna and another student who conveniently claimed a medical emergency and fled the country the very next day. You were stranded with the one person you completely loathed.
For the first five days, Sukuna didn’t show up to a single study session. You dragged yourself to the library, determined to complete the entire outline alone. On the sixth day, he materialized out of nowhere, snatched your phone directly out of your hand to input his number, and muttered, "Come to my place tonight. I'm too busy to sit in this suffocating library."
Expecting a chaotic bachelor pad filled with empty beer cans, you were stunned to find a remarkably clean, quiet house. There were no parents, just Sukuna’s sixteen year old nephew, Yuji. Yuji was everything Sukuna wasn't bright, incredibly kind, and loud. Within an hour, Yuji had you laughing so hard your chest ached, and you found yourself teaching the boy how to properly fold dough for a batch of cinnamon rolls.
Throughout that month, something shifted in the atmosphere. Sukuna didn’t just sit back and watch you work. He listened. When you explained the historical context of the Renaissance pieces, his usual mocking sneer disappeared. He began contributing, his massive, calloused hands executing incredibly detailed, fascinating charcoal sketches for the visual portfolio.
The day after the project was submitted, you were walking back across the courtyard when Sukuna blocked your path. His face was entirely serious, his usual smug grin completely gone.
"be my girlfriend?" he asked bluntly, his eyes boring into yours.
It was sudden, perhaps even pathetic of you to agree given how much you had hated him weeks prior, but you had caught glimpses of the man behind the frat persona. You saw how he protected Yuji, how his mind worked when he was actually focused, and how his presence had slowly begun to feel like a strange sort of safety.
"Mhm. Alright," you murmured, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"Good" he replied, a familiar possessive glint returning to his eyes. "Make sure everyone on this campus knows you're mine. Be ready tomorrow at six."
Six months flew by in a blur of terrifying, beautiful intensity. You were entirely, deeply in love with him. You spent your evenings gushing to Shoko, Yuki, and Uraume about the tiny, quiet moments he only shared with you the way he would pull the blankets over your shoulders in the dead of night or how he kept every single ribbon from the bakery boxes you brought over.
"Ryo, purple or baby blue?" you called out, smoothing down the fabric of two different sundresses in front of your full-length mirror.
Sukuna was sprawled across your small apartment sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. At the sound of your voice, he let out a low grunt, tossing the device onto the cushion. His eyes tracked your figure, softening almost imperceptibly as he took in the sight of you.
A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips. "How about the red one?"
"Mhm, let me guess just to match your eyes?" you teased, turning back to the closet to hang the options away.
"Hmph." He rose from the couch, his heavy footsteps silent against the rug. Suddenly, his large, warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind, his palms dropping lower to possessively squeeze your hip before he turned you around. He leaned down, his lips pressing firmly, hungrily against yours. You melted into the touch, blushing furiously as his thumbs caressed your skin.
You were happy. Truly, deeply happy. Sukuna had taken your virginity two months ago. It hadn't been the rough, reckless experience the campus rumors would have led you to believe. instead, he had been uncharacteristically patient, slow, and incredibly gentle, holding your face in his hands as if you were something fragile. Tonight, he was taking you out on his new motorcycle to a cozy, quiet cafe on the edge of town.
The cold evening air whipped against your skin as the bike roared down the open highway. Sukuna drove fast, but never fast enough to genuinely scare you. Your arms were locked securely around his broad torso, your face pressed flat against the sturdy leather of his jacket, inhaling the familiar scent of cedar, tobacco, and him.
"Hold tight, brat!" he shouted over the rumble of the engine, suddenly leaning hard into a sharp, winding curve that made you let out a breathless shriek of laughter.
"Ryo!" you screamed into his back, squeezing him tighter.
"You good?!" he called back, his broad shoulders shaking with a silent chuckle. You merely nodded against his spine, wishing the ride would last forever.
At the cafe, the contrast between him and the environment was almost comical. He sat in a delicate, vintage wooden chair, his massive frame towering over the small table, quietly sipping a black espresso while you happily devoured a slice of strawberry shortcake. You yapped endlessly about Shoko’s latest antics, a new pastry technique you wanted to try, and a video you had seen about stray animal shelters. Sukuna barely spoke, but his eyes never left your face. He watched the way your lips moved, the way your eyes lit up when you were excited. He would never admit it to a soul, but he lived for your voice. It was the only thing that could quiet the constant, aggressive noise in his own head.
You were his girl. His sweet, innocent girl.
The entire fraternity knew it. He had nearly broken Kenjaku’s jaw for making a crude comment about you during a mixer, and he fiercely guarded your presence from the chaotic underbelly of his social life.
As the summer holidays approached, you caught a miserable stomach bug that left you bedridden for a week, forcing you to miss several campus events. Sukuna had been attentive, bringing you medicine and sitting silently by your bed, but tonight, there was a massive end of the semester party at Gojo’s mansion. You had told Sukuna to go without you, noting the immediate, disappointed slump of his shoulders.
By 11:00 PM, however, you felt remarkably better. Wanting to surprise him and ensure he wasn't feeling lonely, you got out of bed. Yuki had rushed over earlier to help you do your makeup flawlessly, and you slipped into a beautiful, butter yellow silk dress that hugged your curves perfectly, pairing it with your favorite strappy heels.
You walked up the sweeping driveway of Gojo’s estate alongside Shoko. The house was practically vibrating from the bass of the music, neon strobe lights bleeding through the heavy glass windows.
"Shit, it's packed," Shoko muttered, keeping a protective hand on your lower back as you navigated the crowded foyer. "Where’s your man?"
"I don't know," you said, your eyes scanning the sea of dancing students, smelling the heavy stench of cheap alcohol and marijuana. "Maybe he's in the back with Toji or Kenjaku?"
"Maybe..." Shoko’s voice suddenly dropped, freezing completely in her tracks.
"Let's check upstairs, Sho, he might be—"
"That absolute piece of fucking trash." Shoko hissed, her grip on your arm tightening until it bruised.
You followed her rigid gaze across the sprawling living room. The breath completely left your lungs.
There, on the main leather sofa under the flashing red lights, sat Sukuna. A lit cigarette hung from his fingers, a lazy, arrogant smirk plastered across his face. And sitting squarely on his lap was a beautiful, slender girl from one of the sororities, her arms draped around his neck as she whispered something in his ear. He wasn't pushing her away. He wasn't moving. He was just taking a drag from his cigarette, absorbing the attention.
The butter yellow dress suddenly felt suffocating. The room began to spin, the bass shaking your very bones. Tears welled up in your eyes instantly, blurring the agonizing sight. You felt small. Pathetic. In an instant, the illusion of the last six months shattered. You weren't his special, sweet girl; you were just another conquest, a naive nerd he had managed to break and string along.
"I am going to fucking kill motherfucker!" Shoko roared, her face contorted in pure rage as she stormed across the room, knocking drinks out of people's hands.
You stood frozen, a single tear cutting a stark line through your foundation. You wanted to run, but your legs felt like lead.
"Ryomen Sukuna!" Shoko’s voice pierced through the thumping music as she reached the couch, violently grabbing the girl by her shoulder and shoving her off his lap.
Sukuna blinked, an annoyed grunt slipping past his lips as he straightened up. "What the fuck is your problem?!" he snapped, standing up to his full height.
"What is my problem?! Are you out of your goddamn mind?! You cheating bastard!" Shoko screamed, her finger buried in his chest.
"Huh? What the fuck are you talking about—" Sukuna stopped. His eyes drifted past Shoko’s shaking form, scanning the crowd until they locked onto you.
The words died in his throat. You looked ethereal in the yellow dress, like an angel dropped into a basement of sin. But your shoulders were trembling, your hands clenched into tight fists at your sides, and your vision was completely drowned in tears that were now dragging black trails of mascara down your cheeks.
"Fucking... shit. Shit!" Sukuna’s face drained of color. He took a frantic step toward you, but Shoko threw her body in front of him, shoving him back. He didn't care. He brushed her off with a desperate, heavy sweep of his arm, his eyes locked entirely on your breaking form.
The sudden movement broke your paralysis. Turning on your heel, you let out a ragged sob and ran for the front door, the heels clicking frantically against the hardwood
.
"Y/N! Just fucking stop! Wait!" Sukuna’s booming voice echoed behind you, heavy footsteps sprinting through the house.
You burst through the front doors into the cool, damp night air, running down the stone steps. You didn't make it past the edge of the lawn before his large hand clamped around your wrist, firmly but gently spinning you around to face him.
"Hey... hey, look at me. Don't cry, please," Sukuna breathed, his chest heaving as he reached up with trembling fingers to wipe the wetness from your cheeks.
"Don't. Do not touch me, Ryomen," you whispered, your voice cracking into a jagged, painful sound
.
He froze. The hand near your face dropped as if he had been burned. Ryomen. Not Ryo. The raw formality of it hit him like a physical blow to the sternum. In that single word, he realized the gravity of what he had allowed to happen, a sickening dread twisting deep in his gut.
"Hey, let’s just talk. I can explain, alright? It’s not what it looked like" he pleaded, his usual steady, terrifying demeanor completely unravelling into sheer panic.
"No. It’s over. I’m breaking up with you—"
"For what?!" he yelled, a desperate edge cracking his deep voice. "She just sat on my lap, Y/N! I wasn't fucking her, I didn't touch her—"
"Oh, and you think that makes it better?!" you screamed back, the heartbreak finally tearing out of your chest. "I loved you, Ryomen! I genuinely loved you! But I was just a stupid, silly nerd to you, wasn't I? A pawn in whatever twisted game you play with everyone else on this campus. You just wanted to see if you could break the sweet girl, and you did. Congratfuckingulations."
You wiped furiously at your eyes, gasping for air as your chest heaved. "I don't regret a single second I spent with you. I don't regret the baking, or Yuji, or when we laughed in the rain like idiots. I don't even regret giving you my virginity, because I did it out of love. But how could you do this to me? It's over. Leave me alone."
Sukuna’s eyes widened, a profound, suffocating silence settling over him. He swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged animal. "No... Y/N... please. I'm sorry. I am so fucking sorry. You were never a pawn. I swear to Christ, I never used you. You're the only thing in my life that's actually special. I love you. just..." He ran a frantic hand through his pink hair, trying desperately to control the moisture pricking at the corners of his own eyes.
"Let's just calm down and talk tomorrow, okay? You're emotional right now. Let me drive you home, and then we—"
"Get the fuck away from her!" Shoko's voice cut through the darkness like a knife. She marched down the steps, her face pale with anger, followed closely by Gojo, Suguru, and Kenjaku.
"Stay fuck out of this, for god Sake Shoko! This is between me and my fucking girl!" Sukuna roared, his teeth bared as he stepped between you and the group.
Kenjaku stepped forward, placing a heavy, cautioning arm over Sukuna’s shoulder. "Man, cool it. Don't make a massive scene on the lawn. Let her go home, talk to her when she's calm." Kenjaku began pulling a resistant, furious Sukuna back toward the house, while Gojo and Suguru stood like a wall, glare fixed entirely on the pink haired boy.
"Text me when you get home!" Sukuna shouted over his shoulder, his eyes wide with a desperate, fragile hope as he was dragged away. "Y/N!!"
You couldn't look at Gojo or Suguru. The pity in their eyes made you feel utterly nauseous and exposed.
"I'm going home" you muttered to the concrete, turning away. "See you guys later."
"No way, we're driving you" Gojo said softly, stepping forward to wrap a comforting arm around your trembling shoulders.
"Please" you choked out, pulling away from his touch. "I just need to be completely alone right now. Please."
Suguru caught Gojo’s sleeve, giving you a small, heartbreakingly sad smile. "Let her have some time, Satoru. Let’s go handle the idiot inside." He gently guided Gojo back toward the estate.
It took you another grueling ten minutes to convince Shoko to let you walk away. She was terrified you would do something reckless, but you managed a weak, hollow smile. "I have too much self-respect to hurt myself over him, Shoko. I promise. Just... let me go."
Frustrated and weeping herself, Shoko finally turned back toward the house, explicitly stating she was going to tear Sukuna apart.
Left in the quiet darkness of the suburban street, you walked a few paces before your knees simply gave out. You collapsed onto the concrete curb near the edge of the property, burying your face in your hands. The tears came in violent, suffocating waves, your chest racking with heavy hiccups. The mascara smeared completely across your face, staining the beautiful yellow silk of your dress.
Every sweet memory played on a cruel loop in your mind his low laughter, the warmth of his hands, the gentle way he had kissed you in the quiet of your apartment. You had truly believed you were his angel.
"Kuna..." you whispered into your palms, a broken sob tearing from your throat
.
You were crying so loudly, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, that you didn't even hear the heavy click of boots on the pavement. It wasn't until a tall, broad shadow fell over your frame, blocking out the distant neon lights of the party, that you slowly lifted your head.
"Quite an asshole, isn't he?"
The voice was rough, deep, and laced with a calm, steady gravity.
You blinked through your tear-blurred vision, sniffing heavily as you looked up at the towering figure standing over you
.
"Toji...?" you murmured, your voice barely audible.
Toji Fushiguro stood there, his hands shoved casually into his pockets, his dark eyes looking down at you with a rare, quiet gentleness that held absolutely no pity. only a grounded, solid understanding. He pulled one hand from his pocket, extending it down toward you, his palm open.
"Come on," he said softly, the rough edge of his voice surprisingly soothing against the quiet night. "Let's get you home."
You stared at his large, scarred hand for a long moment, hesitating as a fresh tear spilled over your lashes.
Toji let out a faint, entirely non-threatening chuckle, shifting his weight. "I won't bite. Unless you are into it."
With a shaky, trembling breath, you reached up and slid your small hand into his warm, steady grip.
“Ol’ Professor F*ggot’s been paying me $250 a week since I… encouraged him to buy my content. I also kinda like dominating the freak. I’m gonna increase it to $350 before I go on break though. Me and the boys are gonna rent a hotel room in Miami. Gonna do a ton of blow and just try to rail as many chicks as we can before we pass out!”
