you decide to tell shoko, and ONLY shoko, your secret.
does not need to be read in any specific order x x x
Ieiri is sitting on a bench, waiting for you.
When you arrive with two cans of soda in hand, you give her one of them, fresh from the vending machine.
Opening the can and taking a big gulp from it, she says, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” you answer back. You take your seat on the bench beside her. Leaning your head back, you sigh. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“You have to swear to secrecy.” You hold your pinky out, looking Ieiri straight in the eyes. She pulls her pinky out, linking it with yours. “Okay. So…I’m transferring to the sister school in Kyoto.”
Ieiri takes another sip from her drink. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah,” you say. You finally open your can and take a sip from it.
“So when do you leave?”
You open your phone, checking the current date. “In about a week,” you hum.
“Oh, wow,” Ieiri repeats. “I’m guessing I’m the only one you’ve told so far.”
You nod, before adding, “The only one I’m telling, period. I don’t really feel like telling Geto or Gojo. I doubt they’d care, anyways.”
Ieiri remains quiet at your words. You continue, “I just don’t want it to become a big deal. It’d become annoying if it did.”
You tilt your head at Ieiri, she chugs down the rest of her drink. As soon as it’s empty, she puts it down, settling it between the both of you. “I totally get that,” is her reply. She wants to say more, how she thinks Geto and, especially, Gojo would care more than you think, but she respects your decision. Though Ieiri can’t help but think, it’d be funny to see Gojo’s reaction to the news.
But it’s not her place to say anything.
She leans back on the bench, flicking her eyes towards you. You sat straight, only looking at her with a tilt of your head. “It’ll suck being the only girl here, especially since I heard the incoming first years are both boys.”
You laugh, Ieiri will definitely miss hearing that. “Who knows? Maybe the underclassmen will be your type.”
“Nah,” Ieiri sighs. “I don’t think so.”
You stifle another laugh. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Utahime-senpai told me the boys at Kyoto aren’t very pleasant, so I probably won’t have any boyfriends any time soon.”
Ieiri sits up, staring at the field in front of the both of you. It’s then that she realizes how cold the early spring breeze seems to be. “I hope not. I’d be jealous if you started dating before me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss her joke with a wave of your hand. “So, are you gonna ask me?”
“Ask you what?” Ieiri speaks slowly, though she knows what you’re talking about.
You complete her thoughts. “Why I’m transferring.”
“Oh, yeah,” Ieiri quips. “Why are you transferring?”
You finally put your can of soda down, but Ieiri notices you haven’t quite finished it. You haven’t even drank half of it, only taking tiny sips between each pause in your conversation. “Gakuganji-sensei, even though he’s got an unlikable personality, has promised to mentor me. You know, since we have similar techniques. I think I can learn a lot from him, and he agreed, so he’s gotta see some potential in me.”
Ieiri smiles. She feels a bit of pride as she hears your explanation. She’s not really sure why, though. It’s not like she’s ever really pushed you to train hard, mostly because her training never overlaps with yours. At least with a mentor, you probably won’t die young.
You push your drink until it hits Ieiri’s thigh. She looks down at it, then back at you.
“I don’t really want it anymore. You can have it.” You stretch your arms towards the sky before standing up. “I think I’m going to bed early tonight. See you.”
You’re about to walk away before you bend down, your face close to Ieiri’s.
“Remember, you swore to secrecy!”
Ieiri nods. She waves as you head back inside.
She looks down at the cans of soda beside her. One is Coke, and the other is Sprite. She grimaces. Yeah, she’s not finishing your soda for you.
Fortunately, she doesn’t have to worry about throwing the half-full can away as Geto comes to sit beside her. She doesn’t really question where he came from.
“Ah, are you planning on drinking that?” He points at your discarded can. Ieiri shakes her head, and Geto takes it as his cue to take the can and tilt his head back as he brings it to his lips. Once he finishes downing it in one gulp, he looks at Ieiri, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Why do you look so sad?”
“I’m being left behind,” Ieiri weeps. “[name] is transferring to Kyoto.”
Geto’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Ieiri, realizing her mistake, covers her mouth. “Oh, shoot. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.” She then shrugs, realizing there was nothing she could do about it. “Don’t tell Satoru.”
“I won’t,” Geto says, but the grin on his lips tells her he’s already planning on telling Gojo. He takes both empty cans and leaves, tossing them into the trash.
He's not going to cuddle you. Just plain and simple. You might get lucky and be allowed to sleep against him, but there isn't any romantic gestures in it. If he does hold you tight in the night, it's because he isn't allowing you to get far for when he wakes up and wants to go another round.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hes only giving if it's to overstimulate you. And he does that mostly with his tummy mouth. It's tongue is huge and he will fill you with it just to watch your eyes roll back as you can't handle the intensity. He enjoys overstimulating you as he's ramming into you by letting his tummy mouth lap at your swollen clit and send you into repetitive, unprepared orgasms.
Otherwise, you're on your knees taking turns on his dicks; swallowing them down and hoping you don't run out of breath cause he isn't going to pull out anytime soon.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's fucking you like it's a race. Just because he's fast and rough, it doesn't mean it will be over soon.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Look, you're getting railed whenever Sukuna wants to rail you. He might be passing you in the hall and suddenly shove you up against the wall to bury his cock(s) in you. And if he doesn't take long, it's only because he plans on dragging you to his room to finish you later.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nothing is really a risk to him. He'll dismember you in the moment just to hear you scream because he wants to fuck you through such agony. He'll patch you up when he's done, so he isn't too worried about any kind of risk. He isn't going to let you die and escape him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Sukuna is insatiable, so his stamina will go for days if he wants it to. Forget any plans you might have for the week, because you're going to be his personal fuck toy until he is otherwise bored with it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Toys don't really exist, but even if they did, Sukuna isn't using them, and you wouldn't be allowed to have any. His dick(s) provide more than you can even handle already.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You've never met someone more unfair than Sukuna. He doesn't tease to be cute, he teases because he wants you to be such a mess that you're basically begging him to fuck you. He'll let his tummy mouth lick you raw but offer no penetration otherwise. He might tie you up in his room for days, fucking you until you're just about to cum then he'll pull out and leave you to stay and whine. He'll edge you for weeks, and won't offer you any relief. He might let you think he's going to finally finish you off, but he'll halt and leave you screaming in despair instead.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not terribly vocal. You'll hear his grunts and growls, but unless he's insulting you, he keeps fairly quiet. He isn't afraid to let you know how pathetic you are though, and he might talk about that for hours. Rarely you'll get some form of actual praise, so you better accept it with grace.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He'll kill for you/because of you. Especially if someone touched you other than him. You're his property only. The worse someone treated you, the more gruesome and torturous their death will be. You might be just a toy, but you're HIS toy. It's nothing he'd ever admit, even to himself, but you being at his side completes him in a way nothing else ever could. It’s definitely not love, but it’s a sense of enjoyment and personal fulfillment. You’re the best at what he wants, and even though he sometimes scares the shit out of you in bed, you know exactly what he likes. You scream, moan, cry, beg, and even laugh perfectly (in those odd occasions when the two of you are just lounging.) And he isn’t interested in losing that.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
He is built to kill. All four of his arms are massive and toned, including his chest and abs. He might lounge around and seem lazy at times, but someone with that much power needs to be strong, and his body easily reflects it. Not to mention his cock(s). You thought at first he was a shower cause they were already so big, but he turned out to still be a grower, and they’re even bigger when they’re hard and throbbing for your body.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sex is like breathing for him. It's always a need. He does have incredible self control though, but it doesn't mean he isn't thinking about pounding you into his bed all the time.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)
He'll fall asleep relatively quick after shoving you out of his bed or rolling to his side. He's not going to cuddle or give you any aftercare, so if it's at the end of his day and he's looking to pass out after he's done with you, it will happen really fast. Though you have snuck back into his bed and cuddled up against him at times once you think he's asleep, just wanting to be close to your king. However, he's quite aware of what you're doing, as he's not the deepest sleeper. He just lets you think you’re being sneaky and getting away with something. Just be grateful when he pretends to not notice.
And MAYBE…you’ll get his hand to gently rest on your hip while you’re cuddled against him.
Maybe.
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