桜 富

[tonycries]

To Have Your Eyes - T.F.

Synopsis. Toji Fushiguro - strong, hot, and your steadfast personal knight. And his duty to the crown means that Toji should…help the princess he’s always loved with obtaining an heir, right? Right?

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!princess!reader, knight!Toji, ROYAL AU, childhood-friends-to-Iovers, arranged marriage, Naoya gets NTR-d, PlNING, oraI (fem rec.), spítting, improper uses of armor, thigh ríding, dry húmping, matíng presses, BRÉEDING, dúmbifícation, marathons, D slipping, he’s BIG, size kínk, tummy buIges, cúmflation, slight exhíbitionísm, forbidden Iove, not actually unrequited, Undressed by Sombr references, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.1k (wow)

A/N. TO HAVE THE EYES OF THE GIRL I WON’T FORGEEET-

“Q-quite a grand affair- wasn’t it, sir?”

Toji lets out a gruff, noncommittal grunt in response, seconds away from rolling his damn eyes as he listens to the newly-stationed recruit babble on and on about ‘seeing a royal wedding up close.’

Toji Fushiguro has always known that he didn’t deserve you - no one did. 

No prince, nor duke, but particularly not that prissy, pompous Zenin heir you’d supposedly been betrothed to since birth. What was his name-

“Naoya!”

Ah, yes. Toji’s scarred lips curl when he watches the prince slam the staggering mahogany doors of your royal room open, stomping down the winding hallway in all his sour-faced glory. Not quite Prince Charming if you asked him. 

“Ijichi-” He sends a sharp nod to the bespectacled knight, signalling him to follow the heir. As much as he hated the brat, it wouldn’t do to widow you so soon- especially not on your wedding night. 

And with that, Toji goes where it’s most important - to you. 

As the metallic padding of his armor clanked! with each determined step, so did the ringing thought that if anything - absolutely anything - had happened to you, he would kill that damn Zenin boy. Prince or not. 

Treason or not. 

He didn’t climb and elbow and fight his way through the ranks of knights to become your very own personal guard for nothing. From the very moment he’d met you, his duty was to you. 

As was his heart.

Though, that last sentiment didn’t matter much - not when he was nothing but your lowly protector. 

Completely out of place in the decadent, dimly-lit chamber of your bedroom; it was sprawling, and the entire Keep where knights slept would take up about only half the size of your chamber. It was obvious that this place was readied for the newly-wed couple - a faint mist of flowery fragrance clouding the air, white sheets so sheer that they looked like phantoms fluttering in the moonlight, and you.

You, seated on the center of your plush mattress, still dolled-up in your gauzy ivory wedding dress. Looking as angelic as ever- though, when have you not?

To Toji, it was routine to snap his jade eyes away from whom he never could have. 

Throat slightly rusty with hoarseness as he whispers, “My princess?” Before shaking his head free of any more of those stupid notions of ‘his.’ “You alright, princess? Must I slay a haughty royal neck tonight?”

That, at the very least, seemed to get a watery chuckle out of you as he’d wickedly hoped. Then you’re finally turning-

And oh, Toji thinks he might do very well to fulfill his promise of bringing you the head of your so-called new husband.

Because right there - in the corner of your gorgeous face that he’d grown up admiring through every year, every emotion - was a singular, silvery tear track. Glittering in the rays of moon, Toji can’t stop himself from the way his body viscerally wrenches a step forward-

-before you hastily wipe away the evidence of your sorrow before he can. Fighting to keep your sweet voice even, “Oh, don’t bother, Toji. Naoya just seems to be having a…bad day?”

He narrows his eyes- you were unhurt, at the bare minimum. Though, that won’t stop him from bribing the kitchen staff into overloading that damn Naoya’s meals with a bucket of salt from now onwards.

“Tch, the worst date to have a ‘bad day’. Don’tcha think, princess?”

“You’re telling me.” Throwing your hands up in exasperation, the silky sleeves of your wedding dress ripple as you huff. And Toji takes a few guilty moments to memorize the vision, one he never thought he would see. 

It’s only with how long you two had known each other that you’re not bothering with any plastic court manners as you pull your knees to your chest. Groaning in quite an unlady-like way, “And all because I simply asked him to help me take these damn laces off-”

“The bastard ran out because of that?” Toji suddenly interrupts, jaw slightly sagging as he dares to take a peek at the mass of ribbons and strings knitting the back of your stuffy dress together. 

Honestly- years in the royal palace and he still didn’t understand what it was with you people and these damn layers. 

Your embarrassed silence was enough of an answer, and Toji’s bowing. “If I may-” Letting his gloves drop to the polished marble floor with a clunk! “No, I will if he won’t. Turn around.”

Slightly yelping, you’re letting yourself be tugged closer to the edge of the bed once Toji walks his way ‘round. Gruff, grouchy, and yet he was still making gentle work with your frilly back - unplucking you free, one by one. 

“He said this was a woman’s work.” You sigh over the whoosh–! of creamy white ribbons being loosened from your outer corset. Lips twitching, “And I asked him if he’d rather I spent my wedding night with a woman, then.”

“Ya think? Anyone would be better than that pig-headed, brutish, fucking-”

“Language, Sir Toji.”

“Tch.” 

As the last of your stringy restraints are untied, you have to bite back a moan at the roughened padding of Toji’s fingertips. Dexterous digits digging into where your muscles were tender from being cooped up like this all day, “You’re…surprisingly talented at this- practiced much, Toji?”

“Been watching you get dressed since I came to this palace, princess, don’t underestimate me.” He’s growling, and if the very tips of his ears burned at the thought of being the one undressing you - on your wedding night, of all things - then, well, he’s only glad the flickering chamber candles were too dim for you to tell. 

“O-oh shut up.” You’re scoffing at the way Toji leers. Eyes darting anywhere but his and falling on- ah, your bed.

Your very un-mussed, very un-desecrated bed. 

“Oh.”

Toji perks alert instantly, “Did I hurt-”

“No no–” Waving him off, “It’s just…the bed.” And as his face tilts in confusion, you feel a slight twinge of envy at the way he wasn’t aware of this particular royal custom. 

Sighing, you pinch the plain sheets between your fingers. “The sheets- tomorrow morning, the courts will check and see that the marriage hasn’t been consummated. Of course, they’ll blame me for not trying hard enough to secure an heir. And I don’t trust my lovely husband to be over with his tantrum by then, so…”

Oh.

Oh.

The realization strikes - as do those words slip- 

“I can help with that.”

Toji thinks he’s about to pass out- no, he thinks he’s already dead.

Because, surely, he was in heaven right now? 

Or as close to heaven as he possibly could be - because with only a nod of yours, within only a few minutes he’s between your legs, kneeled at the very foot of your bed. The circles of his nostrils flaring in sweet, sweet anticipation the nearer he’s dragging his straight nosebridge in a meandering line towards your hot core. 

Sniffing a deeeep few lungfuls of your body, your cunt’s saccharine aroma. Baritone so primally guttural n’ wet, “And yer sure? This isn’t just you talking out of- her?” 

You’re whimpering once the honed, gleaming edges of his canines punctuate that last word by sinking into your drenched panties, gnawin’ until he lets it fall back with a sharp snap! that makes your heated skin sting. 

You’re so wet that your inner thighs were gluing together with a thin sheen now, letting off the most sticky plap! of flesh-on-flesh as Toji throws one leg over his broad shoulder. The other pushed and pushed and pushed to spread apart with one of his rugged palms. 

Hips squirming restlessly on your ancient bedsprings, “I’m positive. H-how bad can it really be?”

“Oh, princess, it won’t be bad.” The edges of Toji’s lips stretch at the way he hasn’t even started, and yet, you were already stuttering oh-so-cutely. The thickened curve of his thumb thumps against the top of your cunt, dragging a sultry touch down, down, doooown your sopping slit.

His eyes widen at the way it makes that flimsy fabric of your undergarments drench with a lil’ puddle of slick. And Toji feels his mouth water, “But don’t you take me for some priggish, posh prince that won’t eat out such a pretty pussy.”

“H-how crass!”

“Heh- if you think that’s crass…” Your knight doesn’t finish his sentence, only hooking a roaming index underneath the hemline of your panties. 

Toji bores his half-lidded eyes straight into yours when he tugs- when he rips your starchy white underwear off. Absolutely nothing against his monstrous strength as your personal guard— “Skirts up.”

And you’re barely registering his grunted words fast enough to pull your numerous inner layers up to your heaving chest, barely on time before Toji jerks his head slightly back and spits. 

Straight onto his target of your pussy, it cakes such a warm layer of sap that trickles down n’ in between your puffy folds. 

“Messy giiirl–” He’s more than happy to spank the pad of his thumb down on your swollen entrance and smear the glossy mess. “Hidin’ this away under all those layers. How dare you.”

Prying the edge of your cunt open just enough so that he could sneak a teasing look at your sloppily soaked hole. 

Toji’s scorching hot breath hits your skin in gusts once he’s leaning closer, nibbling on your fleshy pussylips until you whine. “O-oh my- s’it always this rude when one does…this?”

“No.” Gurgling out those syllables right where you were the most sensitive, he’s toying with you. Playing. Driving you mad with the tickling sensation of his scarred lips latching nose-deep into your pussy, “Just me.”

You buck, you keen, you spray him in even more gooey wads of slick that slip n’ slide riiight down Toji’s throat. And he stays there, maw agape so that you could watch each slithering trailway he drinks up like a man parched. 

Like he was thirsting for water for years before coming across your leaking pussy, Toji spanks the underside of his palm against your cunt and makes you still. 

“Now now-” Non-dominant hand latching to your waist to help you hold still, your knight snarls. “Enough runnin’, tell me what you want, princess.”

You claw desperately at the shaggy black strands of his bangs, a shrilling noise escaping you that you’ve never made before. Pulling him- “Want it, Toji. For you to do the…thing.”

“Ah ah-” Oh, he was having sooo much fun making his pretty royal beg for him like this. “The what? Didn’t you take all those ngh- elocution lessons, hm?”

Pulling away, in response your breath hitches with what sounds like a strangled sob, and it’s enough to make his aching cock twitch. Mindlessly humping the bulging outline of his girth against the cool wood of your bed frame, “Like my mouth?” Rubbin’ the line of his scar up and down your cunt, “My scar?”

Nodding and nodding because that’s all you can do, he watches on with a hooded gaze at the way your legs twitch with need. 

Lengthy tongue flopping out even further, your mouth drops ever-so-slightly as you take in how long he was. And he was going to use that? Slathering the very edge of his temperate muscle over your folds, “Then uuuuuse- your-” Pokin’ his nubbed end just back in between your soppy lips to make you bawl- and right out again. “-words.‘

“P-please!”

“Hmm–?”

“Please-” Tears bubble up by the corners of your eyes, and your chin drops down to your chest as you wail out the rude, un-ladylike answer he’s been dying to hear these past few minutes. Past few years, really. “-e-eat me out?”

He was ruining you.

And did your command even have to be a question with the way that Toji was instantly diving his face between your trembling legs like his life depended on it.

Swirlin’ the textured buds of his tongue smack-dab on top of your swollen, sensitive folds to give you a goood, long lick. Once - just a taste before he pulls away with a short ‘fuck’, before surging back in. 

Twice, before- thrice, he was addicted. 

Smack after smack of his dewy wet lips that were simply drippin’ wet with all your juices, Toji’s gluing his maw against your core and sucking you all in. 

He’s fighting to keep his verdant irises from rolling all the way back, he couldn’t even bring himself to even breathe before smushing his handsome features between your legs.

Gulping, “So fuckin’ sweet, princess. Sweeter than any wedding cake.” Toji’s knees go weak at the syrupy wet taste of you splashing on his tongue. “N’ I haven’t eaten allll day.”

And it wasn’t anything innocent - nothing sweet about it - you’re feeling the slimy tip of his tongue ease out further from between his puckered lips and swipe the dewy droplets of slick back into your hole. 

Filling up your entrance with his fat girth until the only thing you were cutely clenching ‘round was his tongue. Your mouth shapes into a soft circle as he starts thrashing his dextrous tongue all the way back n’ forth. “Ngh- ngh, fuck, Toji. It f-feels so…”

Fuck- not even the gossip of the court ladies talked about it being this good. 

“Ohhh– what’s that? Using such expletives, where are your manners, hm?” 

You’re fisting the expensive coverings of your bed as the tender, velvety underside starts scraping along just where you were fountaining out beads of slick the most. Toji’s high cheekbones hollow out with a slurp as he pumps his tongue in furiously. “How can I have manners when- oh fuck!”

Surprising yourself with the sheer carnal need that was seeping into your voice, your hazed pupils travel in circles inside of your eyes in synchronized tempo with his swirlin’ tongue. Rough, rugged. 

“Tha’s it- that’s it.” Toji has the audacity to knock his pointed chin against the base of your cunt and snicker, spitting out yet another stringy wad of saliva that makes your pussy glisten damply. Splat! “Any louder and the entire hah! palace is gonna hear, princess.”

“And whose fault is that- oh!”

“Yours.” He answers, simply.

Already having located your swollen, perky clit and giving it a playful bite. Your spine arches back into the soft blankets as you see fucking stars, clawing through his sweaty scalp. “I-I should admonish you for cheek, Sir Toji.”

“Go on, then.” His gravelly tone was dangerous, sounding oh-so-vulgar from down below once Toji’s plastering his mouth in an open-mouthed smooch against your cunt and prying your pussy further open.

Breath hitching, his prolonged middle finger tugs on your swollen folds and slips just the plush pad in. Groaning at just how wet n’ ready you were for him, “Tell me to stop.” Stretch-stretch-stretching your snug entrance around his bullying digit, “Hmm– command me, princess.”

Sloppy and aching.

Eating you out like he was starved, you’re barely given the time to catch your breath.

Damn near crying out by the time he’s scouring your glossy folds with the curvature of his finger. So big that Toji’s reaching every geysering nook and cranny without even trying– “I-I– fuck! More-”

He gasps, “More?”

“M-more.” Your chin slaps stupidly against the treacly puddle of drool on your chest, one you didn’t even realize was there before. Hazily lidded eyes blinking down at him, “More, please?”

Even when you were this gone, you still used your adorable manners. 

And that fact was enough for Toji to slip his free hand between his legs and massage the mountainous plane of his palm down on his throbbing length. Snaking a hand between his trousers, he silently thanked the wedding dress code for making it so that he didn’t need to wear his full metal armor today.

“My cute princess wants more. You- do you even know what you’re haaaa- asking for?” Toji pants - he heaves. Your cunt singing out a carnal squelch! as he’s crowning just the tip of his nimble index past your filthy hole. 

Nearly the entirety of his upper weight crushing your body to the bed, movements jittery with desperation. He’s suckling on your clit like his favorite gummy whilst stretchin’ out your glutinous insides as if he was trying to mold you to his each shape. 

Tracing your mushy channel in zig-zagged lines, the bed creaks each time you’re bucking to follow his lecherous movements. “D’you even know what I can do? How much I can streeeetch this tight pussy out?” Squeezing in another finger, he’s rawly opening up your cunt with crazed thrusts. “How much I’ve yearned-”

And more to shut himself up than anything, Toji stuffs his mouth full of your pretty lil’ clit. Craning his neck to let him drag his unfastened mouth over n’ over in slobbering drags. 

Letting your restless hips ride his features, “O-ohhh Toji– it feels so good.” You mewl, your entire body burning after each knocking thrash of his barreling fingers. 

He had three- three of them inside you. Slick, glissading, searching. 

“Promise to hah- scream my name, princess.” He pipes up, still salivating all down your slit with ribbony wires of spittle that start formulating a puddle beneath you. Sexily-placed scar rubbing a lecherous massage as the curling tip of his tongue draws a few hearts on your clit. Like he was strangely…distracting you. Before- 

“T-Toooji! There! There-”

He strikes your g-spot, mercilessly. 

Whack after whack he’s pushing until the knobbled bumps of his knuckles are rawly red, poking into your deepest depths. 

“Yeahhh- just like that, atta girl.” Toji utters on your tender, wet pussy and you see stars. Circling cartoonishly around and around your head while he keeps on probin’ your favorite spot. 

A place you’d only read about in those steamy romance novels your attendants smuggled, and now your knight was treating it like some cute glossy button he kept on squishing. The steady pushes of his digits bruising a few circumferences onto that spot, he was leaving your head feverishly empty.

And you can feel his smug smirk on your pussylips, faltering ever-so-slightly when he’s twitching in his hands. 

Oh, Toji could cum from just this. 

Forced to dab the heavy padding of his thumb over his weeping divot, he knits his dark brows and tries to make sure that this was real. That he really had you like this - all whimpering and drooling with both pairs of pretty lips, the crevice of your mouth opening with the loudest, most broken sob of- “Feels so strangeee–” Hips jutting, “I’m close.”

“F-fuck.” And if his voice broke on that last line, you were too far gone to recognize it. Like a madman, he’s twisting his mouth to now drink in all of you. 

Everywhere from the puffed-up nub of your clit, to where your sappy entrance was bulging with all of him. All his rummaging size that dug against your delicate sweet spots, Toji was kissin’ you everywhere and anywhere. 

Until his mouth burned, and your thighs quaked. “G-gonna…I’m gonna-” You’re croaking out, throat turning husky every time his tongue rolled over your clit, snaking up and down your folds. 

“Cum- cum on my tongue, princess.” Toji bores his dilated green gaze straight up at you as he grins. Lovingly. Pussydrunken. “That’s an order.”

And then you cum- and it’s right all over his mouth like he’d hoped. 

All down his tongue. Pooling at the back of his raping throat. Thick, splashing waves of sap that he’d love to drown himself in - to drown himself in your sweet, orgasming pussy. 

Toji’s riding you through each peak of your high on the dot, slashing his tongue in a slanted drag across your clit repeatedly. It’s such a primal back n’ forth that leaves your hips slamming back into his mouth. 

Voice wavering, it takes you a few seconds to blink away the blotches of pure white staining your vision. “Th-that feels so–” Still suffering from each ravaged shake that wrecks you, “Wait- are you…”

And as your vision finally clears just the slightest bit, you’re catching the sight of Toji’s beefy arm disappearing underneath your bed posts. Moving to and fro angrily– 

“Nothing to w-worry about, princess.” His smoky croon makes the line of your spine shiver, lavishing your cunt with another polish of his mouth. Allll the way up to your pulsing clit, he gives your g-spot another merciless thump. “Nothing to worry about at- fuck-”

He might be the strongest of all your knights, but he can’t handle this.

Can’t handle you looking so damn dazed on his tongue, twitching with even the tiniest graze over your sweet spots. Tearing out of your pretty pussy all for him - that he can’t help but reach his high.

And Toji wasn’t going to let it go to waste, no- in a quick split-second, he’s forcing himself from his kneeled position at the edge of the bed and hiking a meaty thigh beside your hips. Straddling you with all his bulky bodyweight, grabbing ahold of his reddened fat cock as he cums.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck–” He’s nibbling down on his rosy lower lip and still can’t hold back the sheer amount of moans that escape him. 

Your eyes widen at the voluminous droplets of seed dribbling from that circular end of his shaft, throbbing and glittering with wiry strands of cum clinging to him. “Th-there’s so much, Toji.”

Head slouching forwards- “S’all for you, princess.” Toji’s orgasm hits him like a damn carriage, and it’s pure adoration to keep on creaming himself to the way you looked underneath him that he isn’t simply collapsing on top of you right now. 

Whimpering, your cunt starts throbbing needily once more at the splatters of syrupy ivory sap staining your sheets now. Making a mess. 

Husking, “S-s’all-” Still airy n’ half-lidded, Toji moves as if he’s in a dream when he creeps his cherry-red tip towards your plush lips. Inch by inch. Toned hips moving forward, toes curling as his angry cock cums even more– “-for you.”

“Oh- mmmm—” You’re looking up at him through your lashes once the last few pearly droplets of seed trickle down to your maw like a white gloss, mouth all full. Toji’s mushroom tip was as pink as a strawberry and just as massively thick, scraping your jaw with the puffy edges of his veins. 

Finally stealing a proper look at him, he just looked so attractive with your slick sparkling on his chin. Plastering a wet gleam all the way from the tips of his cheeks down his sharp jaw. 

Just dripping wet - he was wearing the mess he’d made of your pussy like a medal.

“Oh. Oh.” Toji’s dark pupils dilate, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have said he had heart eyes. Shuffling further down to give your soaked mouth a looong, thorough kiss. His first, in fact, that he’s been saving for either you or no one. Not that he would tell you that. “Congratulations on the wedding.”

You’re whining, as if you’d just remembered what today was. “And what about the problem of an heir?” 

“O-one thing at a time, princess. Besides…”

Toji didn’t have to finish his sentence for you, too, to register what his keener ears had picked up. The distant thundering of footsteps- 

“They’re back.”

And just as soon as he’d arrived, he was gone. 

A fever dream that never happened- or, at least, Toji would never believe it happened if not for the cloying treacly taste of you still sticking to his lips. And if Ijichi arrived alone, with Naoya still in the throes of his tantrum, and sleeping over at some other ward of the palace - well, he may have just cracked a smile.

“What a great affair today- eh, Ijichi?”

“Y-yes, sir!”

.

.

.

Naoya accepted your explanation of using oils to trick the court into thinking the marriage was consummated, but what wasn’t accepted was the fact that weeks had passed and you still weren’t with child. 

With an heir. 

And right now the pressure from the court was crushing– 

“You must understand, my lady. You’re already at that age, and our majesties aren’t getting any younger!”

“Quite right quite right, an heir- if we can have an announcement before the upcoming ball-”

“It is imperative we have a newborn soon. Our enemies will see this as a weakness-”

“Right, and I believe Naoya will attend to that.” You’re throwing a bored glance at the way your husband lounged near the end of the council table. Stood tall, and aloof with power. And you didn’t mean just the matters with your kingdom’s enemies, Naoya hadn’t even tried to touch you since that night. 

To which you’ve been quite grateful, frankly. 

You cringe at the thought of what this arranged marriage may come to, and the fact that there was certainly no way Naoya could even hold a candle to how good Toji was-

No, subtly, you’re shaking your head. You couldn’t be thinking about these sorts of things during an official advisory meeting - especially not when your personal knight stood guard right beside your bejeweled chair. 

“-and his highness Naoya was so passionate on your wedding night.” Tuning back into the important conversation at hand, you’re almost regretting it. 

The elder that’d just spoken up sounded almost giddy with excitement, and you’re realizing - at his red-blotched cheeks - that he must have been part of the group to assess your bedsheets on the morning after your wedding night. 

Plowing on, almost conspiratorial, “I mean- the way those fine silks were torn- surely you must try harder, my lady, to replicate that night. Otherwise we might have to consider additional royal consorts.”

Beside you, you’re feeling Toji’s towering figure stiffen- recreating that night with Naoya was the last thing he wanted. And he’s growling out through his helmet before he can control himself, “We have no ongoing wars. We have no rebellions. I’d say we’re quite at peace without rushing the princess, minister.”

“And who gave you permission to speak, knight?” 

Oh, you don’t have to look up to know who seethed. 

The shards of vicious ice cutting through his voice was enough for you to already envision the glare that Naoya was sending Toji’s way. “And you’re one of the lower-born ones- a peasant, are you not? Aren’t you the one that had to get on your knees and beg to be able to take training?”

Toji grits his teeth so hard he tastes rusted metal, “I am.”

“So it is much above you to even breathe so loud during a meeting such as this- is it not?”

“It is.”

“Then why do you butt in like some- some lover when we talk of her duty-”

“Because my duty is to the princess you impotent lout.” Toji’s voice was thunderous, making the long wooden table tremble and the court advisors to hold onto their breath. You were quite sure you saw at least one faint. 

And Toji would let anyone mouth off against him - but one word against you and he would stand up to the king that knighted him himself. Nevermind some arrogant prince who couldn’t count the blessings he had. 

A prince who, he was sure, was on the verge of bursting right now. 

Face an unseemingly shade of red, veins popping, mouth spitting with what were surely punishments–

“I will remind you, husband-” Your voice speaks up, with all the regal authority that half this court wouldn’t be able to muster up. And every head snaps to you as if watching a particularly complex jousting competition. Your eyes narrow down at Naoya, “-that you are not king, yet.”

It didn’t even matter if he was - you would still not allow him to lay a hand on your steadfast knight. 

And there was nothing more to say.

Gingerly, the senior advisor, Gakuganji, is slamming down the tiny golden gavel to adjourn the court session. And every huffy elder nearly tumbles out of their seat to escape the stifling tension between you three. 

“You-” Naoya declares, as he stands up. With a jolt, you realize that he’s glaring venomously at none other than Toji. “I might not be king but I am next in line. And you shall do well to stay away from my wife-” 

Those razor-sharp eyes now falling on you, and even though Toji’s body moves- his heart can’t help but ache at the fact that he had no right to stop the future king - your husband - from daring to look at you with anything but love. Suspiciously, “-or else.”

In a flutter of velvety capes, Naoya is dragging his court entourage off - each one undoubtedly buzzing to gossip outside about the scandal of your knight as they slam the door behind them.

And then, you’re alone.

It’s tough to be alone with someone as princess - always in the presence of elders, guests, or subjects - and this is the first time the two of you have been together in a room, unsupervised, since…that night.

Toji’s mouth runs dry at his blatant disrespect- not only did he have to embarrass you, but he had made you fall within Naoya’s line of sight so vile. “My p- princess, I am sorr-”

“Touch me.”

Fuck.

It’s only once your face breaks out into a tentative smile that he’s realizing he might have just said that out loud. And you’re standing- walking, cornering him, “Well…if you really want to, Sir Toji.”

“But your husband…”

And he didn’t really care for that prince, he only cared for what they might say about you if anyone saw. If anyone knew- 

“Since when—” You’re drawling, eyes dipping lower. He really was oh-so-sculptured in his armor, all broad lines and chiseled curves. And it made the thin silk of your dress rub lewdly when you’re clenching your thighs, “-have we cared about him?”

Suddenly, you’re getting a demonstration on why exactly Toji Fushiguro was the fittest of all your knights - the one chosen specifically for you. 

Because your back hits the frigid coldness of the table before the recognition hits you- as soon as you blink, as soon as you can gasp, Toji’s lifting you clean off the ground and sprawling you out so prettily. 

Right then and there in the middle of the meeting hall. 

The velvety fabric of your dress draping across half the chairs, legs flying up into the air in such an unroyal way until Toji’s grabbing ahold of your ankles. Stretchin’ them out to lock around the back of his neck with one big, beefy hand.

You ogle the way his plates of armor shift as his biceps flex from underneath, pushing apart your too-many layers and twisting your undergarments just to the side. “Toji wh-what are you…”

“Sayin’ those things and expecting me not to lose it.” Comes out the answer - rough, hoarse. Like every syllable was wrenched from the back of his smoky throat, sensual. “Maybe I’ve been too- nice- princess.”

You’re whimpering, hips bucking needily off of the flat surface when Toji punctuates the very end of his sentence by rovering the blunt, glinting hilt of his sword between your legs. 

Safe. He would always keep you safe. Letting that scalding coldness drag down, down, down between them–

“Oh- fuck!” Before pressing down so meanly on the slope of your throbbing pussy with his metal shaft, you’re seeing stars once he’s nudgin’ apart your puffy folds just enough to locate your clit and massage. 

“Seems like we’ve taught my lil’ princess some baaad manners, huh?” He’s snickering, ‘round and ‘round go the gyrations of decorated hilt. 

And you’re so wet that every swerve of his blade leaves the barren air ringing with a muffled squelch! Thighs twitching further apart, he takes the opportunity to clunk his muscular thigh up on the ledge and let it grind just teasingly against your cunt.

Watching in awe as a puddle of silvery sap starts polishing his knee-plate, “Why don’t you get yourself off, princess? Hah- use me.”

“S-so crude.” 

Latching onto the broad deltoids of his shoulders, Toji’s bending and bending you all the way in half like a parchment. Smooth fringes of his knee sinking in past the plush of your thighs and draggin’ up your slit. 

The metallic surface of his armor squeaks when you prod up into it sloppily, riding his knee. All the way up to his thigh-

“And this, princess–” He gruffs out from above you, scorching hot pants sending goosebumps down your neck. Your hamstrings buuurn when he pushes against you, mounted, almost like he was fucking you- just with clothes and armor unfortunately on. “-is called a mating press. Never taught that one in elocution classes before, huh?”

A mating press- oh, Toji had you in a mating press, and he was rutting down into you until your joints popped in protest. 

Wrangling the fronts of your knees until they hit your tits, he’s lavishing his tongue on the crook of your neck and biting. 

“Oh, what I would ngh- give to have you like this.” Scarred maw tickling your skin, he’s humping you like he’s in heat. “Would absolutely ruin you.”

“S-so why don’t you-” You’re whimpering once he’s gripping a good handful of your left ass cheek, usin’ the lewd leverage to motion you in a manhandled pace. You’re not just being angled, he’s lifting you almost into midair so that you could hit the most perfect spots on your pussy against his thigh.

Crushing the front of your perky clit against his muscles, he snarls when your riding becomes more erratic. His ears burning, “Don’t- haaaah- don’t tempt me, girl- m’already so-”

He doesn’t even have to finish his sentence for Toji’s mossy eyes to drop and for you to realize exactly what he’s talking about.

The firm, rock-hard outline of his cock that was peeking out through the gaps in his armor- you don’t even consider what you’re doing before you’re undoing one of his tight laces to let the metal drop and show you all of his bulge.

“Oh, shit-” Toji gasps, eyes sprinting to the back of his skull when you tug down his black trousers to palm his throbbing erection. “Oh shit oh shit-”

“I-I thought these were padding-”

He smirks, “Heh- not for me.”

And, truly, you hadn’t gotten a good enough look at Toji’s fat, veiny cock when you had the chance to on your wedding night. Because he was just so damn big that you’re finding trouble wrapping your hand around his entire girth, palm tingly where you could feel all his prominent veins pulsing across. 

Zig-zagged patterns that Toji hunches over and makes you feel- 

“M’not fuckin’ breeding ya.” He spits as soon as he lifts his dripping knee off with a sopping plap! Though, he still keeps his sheathed sword hilt positioned on top of your clit. “Just let me…just…”

Toji couldn’t even begin to explain how filthy it felt to be doing what he was doing.

Holding you all spread apart for him while he fucked you- all without putting it inside like he so badly wanted to. Just lazed, sensual draaaags of his lengthy shaft straightly across your slit. All the way from where his pointed mushroom tip poked your clit, to the innocent smooch of his balls against your cunt. 

Bass voice hitching with a crack, “I can’t- I-I can’t I can’t-” It sounded as if he was losing it- Toji’s given an inch and he takes a mile. Rearing the bulbous end of his cockhead to slip underneath your panties- “M’gonna go fucking crazy like this.”

“F-fuuuck- feels like you’re ngh- really fucking me, Toji–”

“Don’t say that- ohhh, don’t say that, princess.” Warning you from above, Toji’s free hand grabs a handful of your sopping soaked underwear so that he can wrap the useless fabric around his shaft whilst he grinds down on you. Faster. “S’fuckin’ dangerous, might just end up giving birth to a heh- Fushiguro.”

Mewling whines, “I-I don’t mind-”

The only thing you can get out before Toji crashes his mouth into yours and makes you shut up before you made him even more feral. Vulgar groans departed into your lips as he thrusts across your pussy, barely audible over the sluuuurp of your two juices mixin’. 

“Now whaaat have I said about talking out- of- her-” His sensitive pink slit scratches the nub of your clit along with his blade haft, and that makes you see white.

Again and again and again- so close. Toji was just so unintentionally sexy as he pushed you closer n’ closer, meaty thighs sticking against yours, beads of sweat splattering down onto your body, and it only made you even wetter to imagine how much better it would feel if he actually–

“Oh-” Your knight gruffs out, stern lips twitching into a smirk when he snaps his eyes down to your furiously fluttering pussy. “-you’re cumming, princess.”

You- Clenching your eyes as you throw your head back and mewl. You were. 

And you didn’t even realize it until Toji was pressing one particularly prominent vein between your bloated pussylips, letting the gleaming curve of it dig back n’ forth against your cunt and grind you through your high. 

White-hot bolts of fire sparking, spine arching into his armor. 

“O-oh please–” Such pretty noises of pleasure escape your lips, and right now you’re too far gone to wonder or even care if someone might hear from outside. Toes curling, “Toji Toji Toji- Toooji—!”

Chilling metal hilt scraping your pretty clit, “That’s it- thaaat’s it- might not get to stuff you like I want to, princess. But you-” Darkened green eyes stare into yours seriously, “But you’re cumming for me.”

Toji keeps on staring right into your eyes as he fucks himself against your pussylips- straight into his own high. Forcing himself to milk out every drop, to cream all over your puckered lips with a froth of sappy white. 

Hissing, it’s all he can do to stop himself from throwing his head back at his orgasm - not wanting to miss a single nanosecond of your expressions. 

You’re blubbering out stupidly, “Will it always ngh- feel this good, Toji?”

“I can’t always have you, princess.” With a saccharine-sweet squelch! he dabs the thick end of his thumb into the pool of white that’d collected near your entrance. Letting it drip a few speckles of cum on its way to plop! right between your pouty lips. Making you suck.

It’s all Toji can do to not keen as he responds, “And- and when you…” He gulps, and in all the years you’ve known him, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so pained. Sage eyes narrowing, he gazes into yours as if he was trying to memorize each blink. Each twinkle. Each shade. “-when you have children, please- please don’t let them have…”

Your eyes, the ones he’d never forget. The ones he’ll see till his dying day. He could handle watching you grow your family, raising heirs while he stands by your sides as he always has. 

But if he has to look at them and be looked at through your eyes- ones that never knew him as you did, he doesn’t think even the strongest knight could bear it. 

It’s what he wanted to say. 

It’s what he would’ve never forgiven himself if he said- because who was he, really, to demand such a thing from you?

So it was only because the universe had finally taken pity on poor Toji Fushiguro and his hopeless love that they decided to spare him this. Because just before he could dare finish that sentence, there’s a soft gasp from the other end of the doorway. 

Your blood crystalizes into ice, and Toji’s immediately covering your body- shining blade honed in on the faint figure of Ijichi, who’d very obviously been handed the task of bringing you two back to court.

“S-sorry for interrupting!”

With a bow so low that his wiry glasses clatter briefly onto the marble floor, Ijichi shuts the door fast enough that your mind - still reeling from your recent orgasm - starts to wonder whether he might even have been a figment of your imagination. 

Until Toji breathes out a ragged sigh of almost relief, “I have a new recruit to teach about knocking, princess.” Before staring back at you - and that ivory puddle of cum between your legs, and he grins. “Keep that there.”

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Toji Fushiguro knew you had a penchant for wandering off- it’s how he met you, after all. 

That starry-eyed lil’ girl, just a few years younger than he was, who was roaming around the bustling streets of the town market with absolutely no sense of danger or emergency. Seriously- why the hell were you entertaining that hawker trying to sell you glass as real pearls, when you were obviously wearing the real thing?

And even from a distance, it was obvious that you were out-of-place. So Toji, with all his wizened fourteen years as an actual townsfolk, was the one to help you.

“-from the greatest depths of the greatest sea, I tell you, little miss! And only for you I will give you the low, low price of-” 

“Absolutely nothing.” Toji had snarled, signature scowl on his face - he was the most feared of the neighborhood boys for a reason. “That’s what tha crap’s worth.”

Pawing a hand on the silken sleeve of your dress, it’s only after he’d tugged you away from the shop and by his side that he’s remembering something you nobles (even badly disguised ones) had called ah- etiquette. 

But no matter, it was too late for that now, and you weren’t complaining either. Only peering up at him with a questioning gaze as Toji pulled you closer to his dirtied undershirt with a hand on your shoulder, “Scam the rich not the kids, fuckin’ conman.”

That seemed to draw a reaction from you, “Oi- who’re you calling a kid-”

“And who’re you calling a conman.” Indignantly, the older man eyeballed the two of you menacingly, “Who even are you, little twerp- I can’t imagine you’re her boy-”

“Gods yeah, I’m her- boy.” 

The words made his ears hot with blood, Toji wasn’t popular with anyone in the neighborhood - all finding him too frightening and big - let alone with the daughter of some aristocracy like you. But you weren’t correcting him, either!

“S-so–” The hawker seemed to have believed him, at the way his tannish cheeks were boiling bright red more than anything. It was enough embarrassment for him, and Toji’s turning to tug you away, “-you better- stay away from my girl!”

Hell, that was worse than embarrassing. 

Toji’s noticing that damn near the entire market turns at his cracking voice and wishes the ground would swallow him whole. 

Even more so when he’s out of earshot of the marketplace and you speak up- “So, my…boy, huh?” Shit- he was still holding onto your hand. You giggle when Toji lets go as if you burned, finding the older boy hilarious. He turns to you and oh- oh, his breath catches at your smile. “Guess that makes you the future king- you seem quite a lot better than that Zenin boy, anyways.”

“Future…king?”

It’s only then that he hears it- the galloping of horses so powerful that they could only be part of the palace’s special forces. The call of ‘princess! There you are-’

Oh, shit.

Toji Fushiguro was fucked. 

Go-home-and-think-about-the-princess-you-accidentally-propositioned fucked.

Wreck-your-humble-abode-into-a-training-ground-so-you-can-beg-to-try-out-for-the-royal-knights fucked. 

Toji Fushiguro was very, very-

“-out of it.” Wafts Ijichi’s tremoring voice through his little reverie. Tone slightly raised over the humming orchestra, “Toji, sir- sir!”

Toji jolts as he’s brought back- right, here he was. Stationed guard inside the ballroom of one of the most important annual functions of your kingdom, to bless the first few months of the newly-married couple. 

He’d zoned out just as your father, the king, had introduced the two of you, and Naoya had led you by your hand for the honored first dance - nothing worse than seeing you in the arms of another. 

He’d rather live in his memories with you, than a real life without. 

And that brought him back to Ijichi- whispering, though Toji wasn’t sure if it could count as whispering if half the surrounding nobles could likely hear. “Is this because of the other week when I caught you and the princess-”

“You will shut your mouth, Ijichi.” He cuts him off, tightly. 

“Yes, sir!”

Bored eyes refocusing back on the middle of the dancefloor, it seems the first dance was finally, torturously over. And Toji’s licking his dry lips as his gaze instantly finds you, as they always can’t help but do. 

Always looking at you.

Two parts of the same heart when they meet yours- and Toji feels a part of his break at the sad glimmer in your eyes when you’d wandered to the side of the polished floor, smearing one of those aching faux smiles he’s learned to distinguish. You wanted to leave.

How could you stand there like that?

So bothered and beautiful in your flowing gown, looking as if the rays of the chandeliers above were bouncing off of your sparkling dress - like they, too, knew they wouldn’t shine half as bright as you. And where was your husband- 

Oh.

Toji feels something ugly twist at the sight of Naoya talking with a court lady, a smizing smile on his lips. Too close. Too hurtful. And it’s a damn miracle he didn’t slay the heir right then and there. 

“Ijichi-” He hisses out, suddenly. Nodding as the other man yelps into rapt attention, “Hold my station- I have fuckin’ important business to attend to.”

The new recruit almost looks as if he was about to argue his superior orders, that is, until he follows Toji’s line of sight to meet you. 

“Understood, sir. Please take care of the princess.”

It takes Toji almost fifteen years to reach you, and only three steps. 

“Toji!” You gasp, seeing your lifelong friend bound up to your side, pointedly away from his station. “What are you doing here-”

“Do you want it to be him?”

Eyes boring into yours, hands itching for your own. He can apologize and grovel at your feet later for cutting the future queen off, but right now he just needs to know. And you already know, too. 

Your eyes darting to the middle of the dancefloor, where the string quartet had started up a new romantic melody, and Naoya was dragging a giggling noble lady into a dance. 

You could feel the eyes on you, and not just Toji’s. “Consorts. I told him I didn’t want- and then- about the heir- I think he just wanted consorts from the beginning. That’s why…but even though we’ve never consummated, our marriage is a contract so I can’t.”

“Do you want it to be him?” And Toji never repeats himself - not to eager new knights, generals, or those court elders - always listened to. 

But he would echo those very words to you as many times as you wanted until he was heard.

Your voice was almost a whisper- “No.”

There comes your answer, and there comes that familiar scarred grin of his. 

“Then come with me.”

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“M-mm right there, Toji–” Your cries rip through the empty atmosphere of the knight’s quarters, right in unison with the rickety creak! given off by Toji’s shabby bed as you buck your hips in tandem.

The glossed walls of your cunt scouring for the touch of his roughened fingertips, scraping and stirrin’ right between your pussylips and hitting the bottom deeply. It’s driving you mad how easily he’s spotting your sultry g-spot, clawing at his ruthless wrist-

“Impatient giiirl.” He croons out cockily from above you, words huffed through clenched teeth. And Toji’s pressing his capped knee against your restless thigh to make you take it- “Unless you want my fat fuckin’ cock to hah- stretch the princess out then take it.”

You’re whimpering, spine arching off of the clammy blankets when his middle finger flicks your sweetest spot. “I-is it always that big that you have to stretch it out this much.”

“No.” Comes the answer - and Toji’s free hand toying with your left hand. Particularly the diamond ring on it, one he’s unapologetically plucking off of your finger and pushing onto his own - his thick pinky finger being where it would fit. 

Before slipping the banded digit past your dewy wet folds with a pryin’ squeeeelch, the noise is so loud and lewd that Toji groans as your greedy cunt swallows his fourth finger inside. “Jus’ me, princess.”

Just what- your brain can barely even compute past the stretch. The firm ridges of your knight’s lengthy fingerpads barreling straight past your elastic hole. 

Opening you up so much on his digits that it takes you a few breaths, a few seconds staring between Toji’s meaty thighs for you to understand what he meant- oh.

He was just that big. 

Whimpering, the chilling royal insignia creeps along your gummy walls and presses deep into your tender areas. Splotchy puddles of sap dribbling down Toji’s wrist, “Chatting to me from there too, huh? So loud- they’ll hear us at the ball, princess.”

They wouldn’t - the Keep too barren with every knight stationed, and the music of the orchestra too loud. You’re sure that the royal event was so bustling that no one’s even noticed you were gone, yet. 

But you mewl anyway, “Th-then- ngh! Then just wan’ you inside, Toji- please.”

Oh, the sound of your cute begging makes Toji’s ravaged, aching cock twitch. “Ohhh- I wanna fuck those manners outta you-” He groans, head slouching backwards once he’s assessing your driveling cunt. 

Faster, harder. 

Toji’s fingers carnally itch your pussy like he was crazed, pumping feverish in n’ out like he wasn’t even letting your slick, bulging folds get used to the stretch. Just watching with a leer as you struggle. 

Gruffing, “Open those pretty legs for me wider- yeahhh–” Toji’s sweaty, armorless body nuzzles the insides of your sheeny limbs. His bulky legs spread apart until his heavy erection throb-throb-throbs by the side of your inner thighs.

“Wh-what are you-”

“Shhh watch.” 

You can’t do anything but gawk once he’s rovering his free hand over your tummy- doughy thumb pressing down on the button of your clit, index streeeeetching upwards. 

He was measuring you. Measuring just how far his cock would go inside you. 

Once the curve of your knight’s index draws a horizontal line about halfway down your stomach, he grins. “There-” X marks the spot, and you yelp once the stern point of his finger taps right there. “-m’gonna fuck an ngh- heir into you there, princess.”

“Th-then do it, Sir Toji.” You huff, brows knitting with impatience.

“Well…” He drawls, and for a second you think that Toji’s about to pull away and leave you all high and dry. But, really, he’s just tugging on his snug white undershirt, dampened and clinging onto him with sweat in a way that made it look painted. 

Your mouth waters as you peek at the curly black happy trail which was lining the middle of his abs - so toned and tense that you could count exactly eight. Maybe more. 

A pearly droplet of sweat clings onto one of his shaggy bangs, and drips- slithering between Toji’s pectorals, his bumpy core, disappearing into where his heavy cock was fat n’ throbbing. 

In the dimmed lighting of Toji’s bedroom, you can already make out just how red and pretty his bulging tip was, curved just slightly right and weeping fat globules of frothy pre. It collects in a sleek mess over your pussylips, damn near ten inches of veiny shaft settled between your slit and waiting. 

He was weighty. 

“-if my queen asks.”

And Toji knows you. He waits just until your mouth opens to snark back- before kissin’ your glistening entrance with the edge of his mushroom tip and pushing—

“O-ohhh fuck–!” You’re letting off a shrill wailing whimper, hands reaching somewhere- anywhere for you to hold onto for dear life while Toji fit himself inside your tight pussy. 

Slurring, you grasp onto the rippling muscles of his deltoids and claw such red, red lines. “Shoooo big-”

Toji’s leaning himself closer, he’s slouching. He’s swabbing his plump, swollen tip deeper-

“A m-mating press.” Barking out a sudden laugh - octaves higher, wild like he was still in disbelief. Toji snakes his beefy arms underneath both your thighs and lifts you up until your ass cheeks are almost off the aged mattress. Folding and folding- he really was pushing you into a mating press. “I have you in a mating press- you. Like I’ve always dreamed.”

Before the words have even left his mouth, he reaches down to swab your bloated folds with the edge of his thumb. Straightly smoothing your pussylips and watching how you gulping down each solid, rummaging inch.

“And yer taking me-” Gasping, just the slightestshift closer leaves his pointed cockhead gliding off your walls and burying even deeper. Snagging his tender veins on your orifice and making him hiss, “-taking me allll up inside. O-oh, you’re so fucking- tight-”

It’s the first time you’ve ever been stretched out this much. Toji’s so damn big that it’s like your soppy walls were clinging to him like a second skin.

Not even thrusting properly, quick, rapid half-ruts that make him feel more like an animal. The curves of his spine bowing against where your syrupy pussy was being stretched out, “But will it even fit, then?”

“M’gonna make it fit.” He growls, slowing down the mindless cadence of his hips to a lazy tempo that makes you keen at the sensual lightning bolts of his veiny shaft. 

Feeling every twirling coil and pulse shoveling through your entrance. 

Possessively, Toji’s guiding one of your sweaty palms within his. Placing it right down on your tummy and pushing on the back to make you press- “Here- feel.” 

“Oh-oh!”

You’re seeing white- the walls of your pussy being sagged by his cock’s weight. 

Toji was making you massage where his pounding shaft was creating a lil’ bulging outline. Feeling every mazing bump where his slimy tip was snaking to your deepest depths. “Feel the way you’re sluuuurping me up s-so good. S’like you’re made for me.”

Crying out- you can’t keep yourself from planting your feet flat and leaning into his touch. “Don’t tease me and j-just put it all the way in, To- fuck!”

“Awww, but I’ve waited years, princess.” He snickers, kneading harder on the cylindrical ridge of your cute tummy bulge. And oh- Toji can feel that precise moment he’s bottoming out. 

When he’s bubbling out a fat wad of precum that smears against the very back of your cervix, the edge of his ballsack hitting your cunt. Finally. Finally. 

Panting- seething through his teeth at the gooey warmth, “Princess- princess princess- oh, princess, m’finally inside you.” 

Experimentally, Toji reels his hips all the way back - all the way until the cherry-red end of his cocktip was sticking to your hole like adhesive. Before slamming right back in- “And again.” Another. “And again. And again and- hngh- again.”

“Shit- shit shit shit y-you really are all the way inside.” 

You caress the mean bulging swab of his cocktip against the top of your tummy, confirming to your melted mind that he wasn’t actually thumping your damn lungs - even though it might feel like it. 

“Of course I am-” Toji doesn’t end his hoarse declaration with any punctuation. He’s finishing it with a quick splat! of saliva gluing your lips shut, “You’re mine.” 

With a hand on your tummy to balance himself, he leans just the barest inches backwards until he can do the same to your puckered pussy. Splatter! It’s so wet and gleaming with moisture that forms the most sinful pool, “All mine. And I’m yours.”

And now he’s fucking you like a madman, drilling the split-ended circle of his orifice against your mushy walls until you sob. 

The size of him was insane. It was stretching you out so good that all you can do is flap your mouth-watered tongue wetly inside and yeowl. “Ngh- feels so good- feels so full inside with you, Toji.” 

“Yer gonna feel ngh- even fuller when I fuck a baby into ya, girl.” 

He scoffs once an especially hard thrust leaves the base of his cock stinging, and you shoved up to the headboard. “And n-no running.” Before you know it, Toji’s maintaining a rude chokehold of your neck and using it to drag you after every recoil. “How m’I gonna fuck a nghhh- baby into ya if you run, hm?”

Fuck- Toji’s jackhammers were vulgar - almost vicious.

Every spank of his v-line let off aggressive paps! that made your eardrums pop. Your lips wobbling each n’ every time his bulging tip was stirrin’ around your insides to pinpoint every sensitive orifice. 

You feel the thin line running down his plummy tip scrape right along the bundle of your g-spot, dolloping out a stream of precum as hello. Grumbling, “Hmmm– how cute. Hope our heir’s just as cute as ngh- you.” 

“Gonna be j-just as rude as you.” You’re mumbling, and his absolute favorite moment was whenever your hips would be so stimulated that you’re perking away from his thrusts. 

All the better for him to tighten your airflow and bring you back down- humming at the erotic jiggle of your ass cheeks against his chiseled pelvis. “Heh- then I guess I’ll be the fun parent, meanwhile you…”

And fuck- fuck, he almost doesn’t finish his sentence with the way your tight, circular-shaped insides clench. 

A glittery gloss of slick dripping down the sides of your pussylips, Toji’s scarred lips curl once he drags your pliant body back to his again. Relishing in the harsh smack! against his abs, “You can sit there while I give you a pretty lil’ heir. Make my h-hah! pretty lil’ princess all round n’ glowing. All-”

He doesn’t know what not to do. He’s touching you everywhere - anywhere. 

From the underside of your thighs to the perky nub of your clit, Toji brandishes his thumb against your nub and watches you quake. 

“-all pumped- full- until you can’t take anymore. S’my damn duty. I’ll wash them- dress them, put them to sleep, feed them- don’t have to do a nghh- damnnn thing. Just- get- pregnant.” 

With the fringe of his muscular thigh lifting to keep you from running, you can only throw your head back and trill at the dual knocks of his cock against your g-spot, fingers against your clit. “I’m close- close- haaah not gonna last, Toji.”

“Already fuckin’ know.” He could feel the way your cute insides were clamping after every sweet ba-dump! of your racing heartbeat. The heavy curve of his balls begging him to milk himself on you, “Cum for me. Cum on my cock- fuck! The mama needs to cum if we’re gonna get you pregnant, princess.”

“Please- mm–”

“Deep breaths, deeeeep breaths.” With every heaving deep breath, his rams only grew deeper, too. Before ultimately Toji spreads his sweat-sheened thighs wider and groans— “Cum.”

It’s impossible not to listen - not when his fat, vein-decorated cock was splitting you open just so. Swervin’ your sticky walls apart and shoveling himself all the way near your throat whilst you reached your high. 

“It’s sooo- oh.” Your vision dazed with stars, and it took so much out of you to even grind your hips down and meet his sloppy tempo. Keening, “Cum…inside.”

Oh-so-dumbified that you didn’t even realize Toji was already finishing himself off on your dripping wet cunt until he’s guiding one of your hands to feel your driveling pussy. Letting that saccharine white sap slip allll the way between your digits and wad up. 

“Already- hah- already did. And fuck- girl, you’re loving this, huh?”

Nodding, your eyes just kept on criss-crossing after every knot of seed that bundled up near your cervix. Sloshing like waves against your womb-

“Oh look.” He’s manhandling your own hand to tease and sluuuurp down your overstuffed slit, pushin’ back in the knots of creamy white that leaked out. “Even she agrees- oh, aaaand you wanna know what else she’s sayin’?”

“Wh-what?”

Gruffly leaning in closer, Toji’s skin was so burning hot against yours that you feel your slam-impacted flesh break out in a fresh layer of perspiration. “She says it’s gonna be a girl.”

It was unsteady, animalistic the way that your knight- your lover was creaming out every ounce of cum on your pussy. Squishing it past your tight hole and letting his base slather in such a thick ivory ring, you whine. “O-oh, fuck, m’so sensitive, To- ah!”

But he wasn’t letting go of you that easily.

Fuck how electric skitters of your orgasm left your legs thrashing weakly, oh-so-overstimulated. 

Toji hisses at the springy recoil of his knobbled tip against the entrance to your womb, rugged fingers dragging you back-

“How about…” Pressing down, your pretty bulge wasn’t simply filled with his cock anymore. It was jiggling around with the inflation of his masses of cum. “-we make it twins?”

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And it could have been Toji simply greedy for a second round, for a lucky third, a fourth- but the only thing you’re sure of was that his wooden bed was brokenly sagging on one side by the time early day had begun breaking through the shutters of his drafty windows. Lighting your eyes ablaze once you’re lolling your head forwards and slamming your grinding hips down onto Toji’s.

You don’t know who’s more ruined now - him or you. 

Whimpering at the slight scratch of his tufted happy trail, your thighs twitch weakly at the sensation. “H-haaa- just a little more- mmm a bit more, Toji.”

He sounds utterly fucking gone as he coos up at you, eyes half-closed. “You’ve been saying that for ngh- aaaages, greedy girl.” And yet, the cracked bedframe protests when he’s bucking his hips in tandem to puncture your battered g-spot with a spank. “G-gonna milk me d-ry–”

Toji’s voice was breaking, he was whimpering. 

You gasp, “Did you just-”

“Shut up.” His veiny shaft enters your hole mercilessly- and each time you thought you were used to the textured stretch of his sheer size, he always manages to surprise you. “Sh-shut up and-”

Toji can’t even tell you to take it because you were- over n’ over until his bulbous, weighty balls were all tender, and each time your hips swerved in that wiiide heart shape left him drooling. Hypnotized. 

A creamy circle of cum brands on his hilt and Toji gulps, “Get pregnant.”

“That’s what we’re doing.”

“Yes- yes, I want- no. I need it.” It wasn’t just enough to have you riding him, Toji’s rutting up in half-dazed ruts until he was seeing stars. “Need you to- get- pregnant.” One hand pawing at the bulging cumflation on your tummy, the other clinging onto your hips to make you bounce. “Get pregnant get pregnant- get- pregnant.”

He wasn’t just animalistic, he was feral. Filthily streaking your walls with a wisp of pre, every slight gush only makes his slip n’ slide probe deeper.

Blinking back fucking tears when your sopping wet walls clamp down - just the tiniest bit, but he was so damn fucked-out. He’s gasping, feverish, bucking-

Only to make the fleshy tip of his crown slip out of your sloppy entrance with a loud plop! 

“N-no-” Toji’s lips depart a murky pant, entire body shuddering when one of his hands clasp his ravaged n’ red cock. “No no no no- no- inside, need it i-inside.”

“O-ohhh fuck the stretchh–”

Maw dropping, voice hoarse with calling his name - if the ball hadn’t heard you before, then they sure as hell were now. 

Whining, you’re cumming on Toji’s cock for the nth time in the past few hours. Well, ‘cumming’ was an understatement - you’re downright drenching him in sparkly bucketloads of your squirt. 

Letting it drip down the sides of his ripped, flexible hips, showering him in a thin spray of your cloying wetness. You find it easy to use that sticky moistened texture as a way to glissade your front down his abs and ride him to insanity.

Milking Toji’s fat, bludgeoning cock until he was wrung dry.

Hitting and hitting the goopy spots inside you that clamped down on him the tightest, and yet, all his achingly hard tip could do was flinch. Jolting with a few sparks of pleasure once he’s hitting his wave of bliss. “Shit- shit, ya fucking milked me sucked me- hah- dry. Sucked me all dry.”

Cumming.

Cumming and cumming so hard that Toji half wonders whether he could cum again. The softened smooch of his ballsack makes his head feel numb, teeth grit as you just keep on riding him in slight motions repeatedly. As if you couldn’t stop anymore. 

“I-I love you.” Toji breathes, voice cracked. Holding you tight against him, “I’ve always- always loved you. I’ve loved you so long that I’d tear down any world where I don’t.”

“Toji- I love you, too.”

Toji feels the scouring end of his mushroomy tip skim deeply into your womb, letting it brand its spongy circumference and stay there while he babbles. Hopelessly pussydrunk. Hopelessly in love. “Run away with me…?”

Took him long enough.

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“My princess, I told you not ta handle heavyduty tasks when you’re-”

“And I’ve already told you, my Sir Toji, that reading a book isn’t heavyduty.”

“Just let me read it to ya.” Toji rolls his shoulders from a long day out in the field. And you’re roaming your eyes over him appreciatively, all this extra manual labor had only made your husband more naturally swole. 

He trudges up to where you were sprawled out serenely across your cute cottage couch, tucked safely away in a kingdom where nobody would find you. None of your furious, heirless ex-husband, or those nosy elders. 

Well, almost nobody-

“Ijichi wrote to say he’ll be visiting this week.” You’re tittering over Toji’s dramatic groan, poking his beefy biceps whilst he lays across your lap, restful. “Oh, c’mon, our daughter loves him. Speaking of- you should get her from the garden, it’s getting dark.”

Waving an airy hand, though his heart swoops as it always did when he thought of you and his little daughter, his exact carbon copy - except for that one feature, of course. “Builds immunity.” 

His little family. 

Including- 

“I hope…” Gently, oh-so-gently as if this was a dream on the verge of shattering, Toji lays his palm across your swollen tummy. Awe striking through him at the slight movement beneath your thoroughly stretched-out stomach- and your daughter chose that exact moment to barge inside, sprinting to cuddle right on top of him. 

Looking at you, and you’re finally looking back. “-our son has your eyes, too.”

A/N. Daddy’s been listening to this song and going THROUGH it- Anyways, this was supposed to be PWP what HAPPENED?

Plagiarism not authorized.

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Dinner for four

Part 16 <- Part 17 -> Part 18

Jinwoo tries to reel back the Beru incident and the Chairman reveals a little part of himself.

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Okay, Jinwoo fucked up. He fucked up bad. 

He genuinely thought he’d introduced you to everyone, all of his shadows that were involved on a daily basis in Jinwoo’s raids. How the hell did he forget about Beru?

Beru accompanied him to the store, lurking about in the shadows talking about a period drama Jinwoo wasn’t bothered hearing about, he had too much on his mind. Too much clouding his brain as he received little vague updates from Igris, interpreting as best he could whilst also finding the right ingredients.

This period drama started its newest season tonight.

In the rush to get back to you, once Jinwoo figured out you were sick, he let Beru do what he wanted just to keep him quiet. What he didn’t account for, was your reaction. You clung to Jinwoo in your towel like there was a real life bug in the apartment.

“I… uh.” Maybe Jinwoo was getting burnt out, too? Was baby brain a thing for dads swell? “I thought I showed you all of my shadows…”

Hold on a minute… Igris, Tank, Iron, Tusk… uh… Shit. 

“You didn’t show me this one!”

Beru said nothing, and by the size of his engorged, sad, doe eyes, he was about to burst a leak from your reaction.

And he was missing his show.

“He won’t hurt you. Beru, come and say hi.”

You clung to Jinwoo, hair starting to drip on the floor into a miniature puddle by your toes. He never winced by how tight you were digging your nails in his arm as a response, he tried to comfort you as the seven foot tall ant trudged over.

Beru shot down and kneeled in front of you. “I’ve upset her my liege! I deserve your wrath!”

“What the… He talks?”

Jinwoo couldn’t believe he forgot to mention Beru. By the way your eyes were getting wider with each waking second, he’d made a pretty big boo boo. Would you forgive him? Were the babies okay? He didn’t sense a spike of mana that time.

Maybe because Beru was here, your emotions didn’t influence them. The twins' mana was there, just as prevalent as ever, just not pulsing or vibrating at a frequency Jinwoo could practically hear. They were as calm as ever.

Poor Beru. Having a shrill scream in your ear whilst enjoying his favourite show. Oof. 

“Beru, I think missing your show is punishment enough, don’t y’think? You can watch it tomorrow. Good enough?”

“My lord, I am not worthy of such kindness! I shall be in agony tonight wondering if Lady Aera will indeed marry the Lord of the house or follow her dream to paint instead of-”

“Beru. Leave it for now.” Jinwoo didn’t want to hear it all again, not standing there in his towel with his pregnant girlfriend dripping wet and getting cold.

“You…” You blinked the frightened tears away, inhaling deeply. “You like watching Bora’s Lone Legacy too?”

“Huh?”

Is that what the show's called? Jinwoo stood and watched in a dumbfound awe as you let go. What is going on?

Beru raised his head, his eyes wider than ever and looking at you like an excitable toddler. “My… My lady… You- you watch it too?!”

Oh great. Didn’t see that one coming. 

You nodded with caution, unknowingly getting closer to Beru. “Uh huh. I’ve… I’ve never met anyone else who likes that show.”

Beru stood up abruptly with so much enthusiasm, it startled you. You grabbed a hold of Jinwoo’s arm again, though looser than before. 

“Okay,” Jinwoo kept you close, hugging you to the side. “That’s enough for today. Beru, you can watch your show tomorrow while we’re out of the apartment. We have plans tonight, so you need to go.”

“Uh…” He just stood there like Jinwoo was speaking a whole other language. Beru watched you closely, then back to Jinwoo. “Uh- yes, My lord… My lady.”

Beru bowed lowest to you and vanished back to the shadows.

That’s getting more odd each time that happens.

Jinwoo noticed the running theme with his shadows the further you got into your pregnancy. Each bowed lowest to you, like their affinity and loyalty was suddenly deeper ingrained then their own master.

Now, it wasn’t though they would leave Jinwoo to serve you specifically, but it twinged something in his brain. Why? Why were they doing that? It easily could have been the babies’ mana inside you, similar to Jinwoo’s but one of a kind entirely.

As time went on, Jinwoo was starting to tell the mana apart from its aura patterns. Though barely visible, he saw two distinct aura besides yours, which by now, was barely there. One, was a vibrant blue, taking after Jinwoo, darker and more refined than his own when the system first arrived. The other, nothing like either yours or Jinwoo’s, a low and almost depressive grey with flared edges like flickering candle light.

And you couldn’t see either of them. But the shadows must have. Jinwoo would question them later.

“Are you alright?” He waited for you to turn towards him, your hands nestled in his. “I’m so sorry about Beru, I was in such a rush to get to you, I forgot he was here.”

“I’m alright.” You said, nodding like you were trying to convince yourself. “Just a shock is all. But I’m okay. To be honest, I’m more nervous about tonight, I want everything to go right.”

Jinwoo offered you athe sweetest smile, readying himself to find answers surrounding the Chairman’s recent behaviour and do damage control to try and repair connections before his own intrusive thoughts severed them for good.

He was so close to making the Chairman disappear last night. You were his only saving grace.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep this all bottled up before I do something rash. Something horrible. I won’t feel anything bad about it either. 

Jinwoo glanced down at your ring sitting perfectly on your finger. I can’t do anything that’ll make her look at me differently. We’ll be married soon enough, she’ll be my wife. It’ll fuck everything up if she changes her mind.  

Every gate Jinwoo stepped through, he scoured and scrimped every piece of loot to either find the perfect ring, or buy one on the market place. Rings from a traditional jewellers never looked right and Jinwoo grew tiresome looking.

And then came this ring, the one on your finger that captured the light just right. It mirrored you, a section of moonstone that lit up the room in Jinwoo’s eyes just like you did. Moonstone symbolised new beginnings, protection and aimed to keep an emotional balance, something you needed desperately.

It had been agony waiting to ask you, especially in the way he did. Jinwoo wanted it to be perfect, romantic and impulsive. Well, he got the impulsive part right. But, in truth, the Chairman helped indirectly. Jinwoo would have had to wait until you gave birth before he could ask you, his own original plan.

It’s all worked out then. 

“Come on, let’s get dressed so we can start cooking, you’re shivering.”

Jinwoo whisked you away to get dried and changed, then followed your recipes to the letter. His job was merely support, to keep you calm and ensure everything went smoothly before the doorbell rang hours later.

“Shit, is it that time already?” You stood there with eyes wider than cute little tea saucers, the little floral apron hanging just right over your belly.

“I’ll get it.”

Jinwoo took one last glance in your direction, seeing you so domestic stirred something in him, right through to his abdomen. Like if he came home from a raid and you were cooking with one of the twins on your hip, well, if you weren’t pregnant again by then, you would be by the end of the night.

“Chairman Go.” He put on his sweetest voice, even smiling in a way that the Chairman mirrored. “Hunter Woo. We’re glad you could make it.”

“Thank you, we are happy to be here.” The Chairman bowed with respect and entered through towards the kitchen, presumably to greet you.

Jin-chul, on the other hand, paused just inside the threshold with an impassive look. “Hunter Sung, it’s good to finally see you two that doesn’t include the association.”

“I can say the same, having a night without politics is refreshing.”

Jin-chul stepped through and stopped again, looking back on Jinwoo with a suspicious glare. “Politics? Hunter Sung, while we can sit down at that dinner table tonight, I cannot agree that politics aren’t at play here.”

Jinwoo watched the kitchen doorway, the Chairman’s back to him. “I’m not quite sure what you mean?”

He knew exactly what he meant.

“While I can’t stop you from doing what you’re doing, you’re going all about it the wrong way. I’ve known of your feelings towards her for some time, you aren’t fooling anyone who is looking close enough, regrettably it seems that I am the only one observing the paired hunters closer than anyone cares to right now. But what you two pulled last night, it could alter the way the association does things from now on.”

“How will it change exactly?”

Jin-chul watched the Chairman too, listening out for the click of the front door to see whether it would have distracted him. It did not.

“The association’s goal is to produce as many children as possible and move on. If you two marry, declare publicly that the love you hold for each is true and honest and decide you will keep your children close, you put yourself out of the race for more children.”

That was bullshit. “We’ll have more children. We’ve already jumped ahead of the curve with twins, if anything, we’re doing better than most. Why does that matter?”

“The Chairman holds you in high regard, the highest, actually. You are one of Korea’s biggest weapons, and settling down right now isn’t a good look when there’s so many people counting on  meeting you and those children when they’re born. All I’m saying is to think about the consequences before you get impulsive.”

Jinwoo hid his clenched jaw as best he could without letting on to Jin-chul at what he really wanted to say. ‘Stay in your lane and mind your own fucking business. 

“I’ll take that into consideration, Hunter Woo.”

“Please do. The Chairman respects you, and your behaviour so far hasn’t reflected that. I trust you’ll speak with him about it later?”

Jinwoo nodded with hidden clenched fists. “Of course, I’ll discuss it later. Please, come through, dinner won’t be long.”

Dinner was right on time, perfectly executed. You were adamant on serving it, padding around the table handing out dishes and serving utensils as the three men sat down at the table despite the protests.

“Please, my dear. Allow us to serve.” The Chairman smiled as he usually did, his fingers laced together like always.

“It’s alright, I enjoy it. Please tuck in.”

Honestly. Seriously. Fucking beautifully. The sight of the darting back and forth from the kitchen, twenty weeks pregnant, made Jinwoo’s bottom half tingle. After taking care of Jin-ah whilst his mom was unwell, being doted on and cared for like this was something he didn’t want to give up so easily.

You had cooked many times before, but there was something different about it, about you in that apron. He wanted to see you wearing it with nothing else, nothing but your engagement ring on your finger.

The more Jinwoo fantasised, the more it evolved from seeing you wearing nothing, to fucking you over the table as you screamed his name, letting dinner go cold just so he could make you orgasm around his cock a few times. He wanted to massage your swelling, sensitive breasts and wrap his arms around your shuddering body.

He just wanted to fuck you, and his twitching cock reminded him of that each time he watched you move around the room.

Dinner was a formality, Jinwoo had every intention of speaking with the Chairman and calling him out on his own behaviour. He had forced Jinwoo into a corner, his behaviour shouldn’t have been the one under a microscope, not under the guise that the chairman wanted to rip you and his children from his arms.

It would never happen, not in a million years.

Jinwoo wanted answers.

“They’ve started calling it Mana Blindness.” The Chairman whisked his glass around in the palm of his large hand after dinner. He eyed you closely to ensure you couldn’t hear from the kitchen while you were preparing dessert, where Jin-chul kept you company. “By the end of her pregnancy, she won’t be able to use her mana or see any aura at all.”

Not by the end of your pregnancy, Jinwoo anticipated that it was either close to it, or happening already.

It begged the question that played on Jinwoo’s mind. “Will she recover after the birth?”

“We hope so. But the evidence we have is extremely limited.”

"What caused this?"

For the first time ever, Jinwoo watched on as the Chairman gave a casual, unknowing shrug. "We aren't sure. It could be one of the parents mana passed down, of environmental factors. There's no information to suggest anything solely responsible."

It could be my fault then? Jinwoo recognised his own aura from you, the very same from one of the babies that could have been the source which was draining you.

And you’d really be dependent on him, then. If you could no longer use mana or see aura, you would no longer be classed as an S-Rank hunter. You would no longer be able to participate in raids and therefore have more time to stay home with the twins.

Jinwoo could even get you pregnant again.

The Chairman noticed Jinwoo’s silence, he watched his reflection from the window out onto the city. “Jinwoo, I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot surrounding this programme.” 

“I think so too.” Jinwoo shook those thoughts away and agreed and sipped his own drink, holding himself back from asking everything that was going through his head. “This whole ordeal has been stressful for us. For her. I don’t understand it.”

“While it might not be evident as of late, I do respect you deeply. You are the future of the association and I hope one day, you’ll take up my offer to be more involved, even if you are fighting on the front lines... But I can explain my behaviour, and I hope you’ll let me explain entirely before making up your mind?”

“Go on, sir.”

“You were always going to be one of the first in the programme, because of your abilities. I was quite thrilled that both of you were matched at random, seeing how different your abilities are…” He paused and took a drawn out sip of his whiskey. “I was anxious at first, seeing how long it took, but I was most excited when I received the news of the pregnancy, and I can see that it has made an impression.”

The Chairman continued and mentioned your name. “Because she was opposed to it at first, I thought that I could take the lead for both of you to make the process smoother, and it seems that I missed the mark entirely.”

“We’re in love, Chairman. I won’t be with anyone else if it isn’t her for the programme, even if it turns out that she can’t use mana anymore. If she loses her hunter status, it doesn’t matter. We can still be involved, but on our own terms. I want to start a real family with her, and have more children.”

“I can see that.” He chuckled, patting Jinwoo on the shoulder with a reassuring squeeze like a father would. “I understand how you both feel, and I’ll make sure the rest of the pregnancy is as stress free as I can make it, but there will still be people who want to meet these babies. I can’t stop that. Not now that the world knows about them. But we can improve relations with each other and I can assure you that there will be no tests, nothing to do with the facility. But all I ask is that you meet with these people after the birth, that’s all I ask.”

Jinwoo shrugged, holding out for a glance at the Chairman with the biggest wide eyes of curiosity he could muster. “Mind if we think about it, Chairman? We should talk about it together, she’ll be exhausted after the birth and I want her to enjoy the rest of her pregnancy without fear of what’s to come.”

“Of course, Jinwoo.”

“Thank you.”

Jinwoo was almost sold. Almost. His gut was telling him to be cautious, to be wary enough around the Chairman so that he never let his guard down. But, it made sense to what he was telling him too.

Only time would tell, and after the twins birth, Jinwoo would know who he truly trusted.

Part 16 <- Part 17 -> Part 18

Okay, Okay... I told you I was terrible at picking names for stuff, wtf is Bora's lone legacy? I mean come on Milkshake! I think I spent more time trying to make up a fictional name instead of actually coming up with more plot. Oh well, I guess its lore in this AU now. If anyone can tell me what they think the plot of this made up show is that's getting Beer so excited, PLEASE tell me. I'd love to hear it 😂

ALSO any more Korean baby names? I'm compiling a list. I'll post the deadline when the time gets closer before the wee babies arrive.

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Safe In Your Arms.

Min Byung-gyu x Fem!Reader.

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The rain hitting your apartment window sounds like a constant heartbeat and it's often the sound you hear when you can't sleep. It's been three days since we heard about the raid on Jeju Island, three days since you heard Min Byung-gyu's name among the survivors and three days since the world almost lost him.

And it has been three days since you last slept soundly.

You can tell how much you're suffering by the way you look in that dark window: your eyes are sunken, your skin is nearly transparent and your unkempt hair drips around your shoulders. Things are so out of hand that you can't react, but you also don't seem to care anymore. All of those images keep flooding your mind, every time about those men who didn't survive, the facts that sometimes have your loved one's name and nearly wiping out the most important person in your world.

You can hear a gentle but insistently tapping noise. You think about ignoring your fear, while drawing your blanket tighter and sitting lower into the sofa's corner. Still, that sound keeps on hitting your door with certainty and familiarity.

"Hello...", a voice calls out, making your heart skip a few beats. "Are you home?"

Min Byung-gyu?

You tremble as you open the door and then you see him looking right back at you, still alive and perfect. His hair looks dark in the light and his eyes quickly move to study your face, growing more worried. He's simply wearing a black sweater and jeans, looking so normal and nice that it hurts you once more.

When he says "Hey" to you, it always sounds so comforting. The second you step in, he looks at you with a frown and his eyebrows meet. "How did you end up like this?"

You remained silent despite trying to keep your emotions down, all that came out was a trembling breath. He gently closed the door after his entrance, as if he was worried you might break if anything happened too quickly.

"When did you sleep last?" He was really concerned, he spoke softly but calmly. "And eat? You look like you're about to collapse."

The way he sounded and the way he looked at you made you realize you were no longer numb. It was hard to see as your eyes filled with tears you'd been holding back for days.

You said, in a broken voice, "I thought you were gone. As soon as I learned about the raid and how many didn't make it back. I-If I don't get to see you again or hear your voice, never-"

While you're almost done, he holds you and gently moves you closer to him. He says "Hey, hey" softly into your hair and strokes your back with his other hand. "I'm here. I won't be going anywhere."

You keep a tight hold on him, holding his sweater, since you're afraid he might disappear like a nightmare if you let go.

You whisper against him, "I can't get to sleep. Each time I close my eyes, I picture everything I've never shared with you and all the times we'll never share. I may admit it makes no sense, that you're doing fine, but I can't seem to control how my thoughts take me over."

He looked at you seriously and gently held your face, clearing your wet cheeks with his thumbs. "What happened on that island was close. Much closer than I'd prefer to say. But now I'm here with you and I want you to make sure you're doing okay. I want you to be well and happy, as thinking about you being hurt by your own anxiety is something I can't deal with."

His thumb kept stroking your cheek as he looked at you. "When was your last night in bed? Real bed, not the couch."

You couldn't even remember. Time had become meaningless, measured only by cold cups of coffee and the news you kept rereading.

Without waiting for an answer, Byung-gyu took your hand and led you to the bedroom. The space was a mess, clothes thrown around, the sheets twisted from trying to sleep, an empty glass of water on the nightstand. He didn't comment on any of it, just guided you to sit on the edge of the bed while he moved around the room.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voInstead of waiting for a decision, Byung-gyu guided you by the hand toward the bedroom. It was messy in there, with clothes covering the floor, the bedsheets twisted from last night's rest and an empty glass sitting on the nightstand. He kept silent and just showed you where to sit while he walked around.

"What's going on?" you asked, barely able to speak from all the tears you had been shedding.

"Nurturing you," he replied without thinking, as if it was just the simplest thing to do.

"You need to sleep." Once he finished, he came and sat beside you on the bed, the mattress sagging under him. He gently said, "Come and lie down."

"I can't," you protested weakly. "I-"

He cut you off, guiding you back onto the pillows. "Rest. I'll be right here."

Sometimes you wanted to state that he didn't have to look after you, but the way you were feeling only made sense as he came to visit and your fear slowly eased. He covered you up to your chin, just like your mother would have when you were young and not feeling well.

"Byung-gyu," you whispered as he began to pull away.

"Yes?"

"Can...can you stay? Until I fall asleep?"

Even though your demand was mild and you needed it, you couldn't undo what you had said. You couldn't bear the idea of being alone with your thoughts once again.

He seemed to soften his expression again, if it were possible. "Of course."

Resting next to you, his arm slipped under your head and the other was stretched against your waist. You turned without thinking, putting your face on his shoulder so you could enjoy his smell.

"Better now?" he whispered.

You nodded to the man as your eyes closed. Today, your mind was finally free of those terrible once-over scenarios you'd been having. Instead, there was just his soft breathing, your body warming against his and knowing without doubt that he was fine.

"I'm staying here," he said a second time, trying not to sound too loud. "I promise."

Tiredness finally won and sleep took over. While you slowly transitioned from being awake to just dreaming, something inside moved your lips to place them on his shoulder.

"I've loved you for so long," you said, letting the words escape you then. "That's the main reason it is so hard. I keep worrying that I won't be able to express my love for you and you would disappear before I did."

You could feel him shaking with a quick hitch of his breathing. Next he welcomed you closer by pressing his arms around you more tightly. He whispered back "I love you too," as he brushed his lips over your head. "It turns out more is going on than you think. For that reason, I did everything I could to make it back."

But you lost yourself, his words floating away with the comforting silence that was taking over. It was the first time in a while that you didn't have nightmares, because you felt safe in his arms and knew there were things you still wanted to face. 

After you woke up, he was by your side and breathing peacefully in your hair, just at your door as always. After hearing about the raid, the world returned to feeling normal for the first time since then.

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The deleted scene 'cause I mistake the request

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A strange and large flow of energy appeared.

The two S-rankers were sipping drinks at an outdoor bar, not seeing each other for many days. Yoonho finally turned around. "What was that just now?"

"Maybe Choi Jongin and Cha Haein fought over something. Internal conflict within the Hunters' Guild?"

Taking the glass of wine in his hand, Byung-gyu chuckled and drank it all. Baek Yoonho looked at him in disbelief. "Is this worth joking about?"

"Isn't it funny, hyung?"

"No."

Taking into Byung-gyu's sense of humor, he was truly a strange person. 'He's probably the first S-rank Hunter in the world to retire, without any problems.'

Probably the first in the world. And the only one. An S-rank Hunter can earn tons of money. How many people would dare to throw away their careers like he did? Feeling Yoonho's gaze, Byung-gyu asked.

"Hyung, are you really going?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember how the hunters sacrificed themselves?"

"That's why I have to go."

Byung-gyu looked at him in confusion. Yoonho drained his glass and replied.

"If we leave the ants alone, the people of this country will die like them."

"Since when did you become so patriotic...?"

"Well, that's a great excuse to justify mandatory work."

Mandatory work.

Indeed, the Guilds could not refuse a general mobilization order from the Association. Although the Association allowed the Guilds to operate freely, the Guilds had to respond to the Association's requests. Association.If they decide not to serve, they are allowed to leave the country.

Byung-gyu was quiet for a bit, then glanced at the ring on his finger, his eyes growing softer. "I'm about to get married and start a family, Hyung."

Yoonho only now noticed the diamond ring on his old friend's hand, his eyes widening slightly. "You proposed to her already!? Why are you only telling me now?"

Byung-gyu chuckled. "It was just a few days ago, we haven't even told our families yet." He declared seriously. "So, I'm not going. Never. If you're trying to force me, you're approaching the wrong person."

"That's not what I came here for."

Yoonho paid the bill and stood up. They had just finished the last bottle. "I wanted to see you just in case. Who knows if we'll see each other again? Congratulations, you finally got to marry the person you love."

Byung-gyu stared at Yoonho disappearing into the distance and gave up trying to convince his senior. Yoonho was well aware of how dangerous this activity was.

'And yet he still decided to go.'

With a hint of doubt, Min Byunggu finished the meal in front of him 'Well, thinking about it... There's no reason why hunters wouldn't like fighting magical beasts.'

Byung-gyu stared at his plate and rubbed his temples. 'Is liking fighting a prerequisite for becoming an awakened being?'

Byung-gyu laughed at himself and finished his meal. "I should go home, it's late. My wife will scold me."

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"Beloved, I'm home."

When Byung-gyu arrived home, he saw his fiancée on the couch under a blanket, watching a TV drama. You heard his voice and looked up with a happy smile. "Welcome back."

Byung-gyu smiled gently, hung his coat on the rack, and approached you. "You look comfortable." He held onto the armrest with one hand and leaned down to kiss the corner of your eye.

You pouted, avoiding his kiss. "Hey! Don't kiss me, your mouth smells of alcohol."

Byung-gyu opened his eyes wide, looking hurt. "How can you reject me!? I'm your fiancé!"

"Won't let you reject me." He cupped your face with his hands and began to attack your face with kisses.

You yelp, laughing as you try to push him away. "Yah! Stop it, I'm serious-!"

Your resistance isn't strong enough and Byung-gyu knows that. He gives you a wicked grin and keeps kissing your cheeks, forehead and nose until you're laughing, holding on to his shoulders for support instead of pushing him away.

"Okay, okay!" You can't resist anymore and begin panting. "You win, you stubborn drunk!"

"Humph." He whispers in your ear, "I'd rather be called sexy and slightly drunk fiancé, if you don't mind."

You roll your eyes at him and gently push his chest. "Wash up before you come back to cuddle. You smell like you've been in a barrel of wine."

He gets up, covers his heart with his hand dramatically and says, "I will clean myself like a noble knight after a fight, all for you."

You threw a pillow at his back as he walked towards the bathroom. "You talk too much!"

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"...I think I'll join the raid on Jeju Island."

"What!? No way! It's too dangerous."

You leapt from the couch and the blanket fell to your lap while you looked at Byung-gyu in shock. He was still getting dry after his shower, so his wet hair and bare arms showed from under his t-shirt and sweatpants. That brief family moment seemed to come from a different time in life.

"You said you wouldn't be there!" you said.

Byung-gyu looked unsure as he sat down beside you and tried to hold your hand. "I know what I said, but-"

"But what?" You drew your hand back, got up and began pacing around the small living room. "How many S-rank hunters have lost their lives while trying to clear Jeju Island, Byung-gyu? They've tried many times and failed every time!"

He watched you pace back and forth with sad eyes. "Jagiya, listen-"

"No!" You turned to face him, tears welling up in your eyes. "You promised me. You promised you wouldn't go on dangerous raids anymore. That's why you retired early, remember? So we could have a normal life together!"

His words seemed to linger in the room. Byung-gyu got to his feet, his hands tightly clenched. "You believe I want to go?" he spoke up at last, barely able to raise his voice. "Do you think I want you to wonder if I'll ever come back? You think I'd be willing to ruin everything we've worked for?"

"Then don't go." Your voice cracked as you spoke. "Please, Byung-gyu. Just don't go..."

He crossed the room in two quick steps and pulled you into his arms. This time you didn't resist, burying your face into his chest as the tears finally fell.

"I love you," he whispered into your hair. "More than anything in this world. But the hunters who died, they had families too. Some of them had people who cared for them and these people are left asking why their loved ones risked everything while others stayed safely at their homes."

You cried out that this was not fair.

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad." He stepped back a little and looked at you, softly wiping each tear with his thumb. "I feel like I have to make you understand that I cannot accept myself if I don't try. Not when I can do something to help those in need."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the determination you'd fallen for years ago. The determination that had made him one of the most respected S-rank hunters in Korea. That determination was breaking your heart now.

"What if you don't come back?" you whispered.

"I will," he said firmly. "I promise you, I will. We're getting married, remember? You haven't picked out the flowers for the ceremony yet."

You laughed through your tears, though. Did you remember that?

"Every detail of what we arranged for our wedding is fresh in my mind," he told you as he leaned on your forehead. "Where we met, the dress you picked out, your excitement whenever you mentioned having a family. I won't let that go. Absolutely nothing."

You clenched your eyes shut, recalling how it felt to have his hand touch your cheek, his breath close to your ears and his shampoos smell.

"You promised..."

[mullermilkshake]

A recipe for... something.

Part 15 <- Part 16 -> Part 17

Making dinner for four shouldn't be this emotional.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, References to prenatal depression, Anxiety, Body effects to pregnancy, Smut, NSFW, Vaginal fingering, Cunnilingus, Smut in the shower,

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DISCLAIMER - I am a writer who likes to push the boundaries in my writing when it comes to realism, the amount of research I do for the things that I write doesn't even scratch the surface, but it's real, and can be triggering for some. The tag for Prenatal depression is only scratching the surface of the ideas that I have. This is why my works are usually DDDNE, so going forward, please make sure you're reading the tags.

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“Okay… So when do I add the green onions?”

You could cook just fine, but a meal for the Chairman was something else entirely.

“Right at the end or they’ll wilt otherwise. Add the sauce halfway in and the sesame seeds last.” 

Jinwoo’s mom had been a bigger help than ever. After meeting her for the first time, though it didn’t go too well, but she was smitten with you according to Jinwoo. Every so often, you called her, like little catch up sessions until you were comfortable going to see her on your own.

Despite His mother and Jinah finding out about the engagement on television, they were both quite accepting. More so than yourself, and you were the one engaged. Jinah called Jinwoo in the morning, saying all sorts over the phone that Jinwoo just chuckled at and reassured her.

Then came the scream down the phone line for congratulations.

“Okay.” You made notes, writing them down quickly and messily before Jinwoo got home with your grocery list. “So, I cook the meat on medium, for…”

“Three hours, dear. It’ll make it tender but lets it keep its shape.” 

“Right.”

She called your name sweetly. "You’ll do just fine. Jinwoo will be with you, anything you need, you know he’ll get it for you. He’ll take good care of you.” 

“I know. He’s been really good to me… Mom.”

You’d never get used to addressing her as ‘mom’. The thought never crossed your mind, ever. She was to be your mother-in-law, Jinah, your sister-in-law.

It’s all happening so quickly. 

You’d catch a shimmer of the moonstone on your finger from a light source, like your own personal reflective surface and stand there thinking what the hell kind of direction has my life gone in? 

Pregnant with twins, engaged and living with a man you were still coming to terms with and whether a relationship was something you really could afford to bet on.

“He’s a good boy, he always was. Though if anything changes, you’ll let me know, won’t you?” 

Jinwoo was an incredibly successful hunter, strong, kind, it was almost like he had no bad bone in his body. He could support you and the babies on his own, he made it clear despite your protests.

It was just that his overprotectiveness was suffocating.

You put this down to your pregnancy hormones, they way the twins made you so uncomfortable after sitting on your bladder or fluttered about so much it made you vomit.

“Yeah, of course.” You blinked away tears you didn’t know existed, sniffling away the sudden wave of sadness from your throat. “Of course I will. Look, I need to go, Jinwoo will be back soon and I need to prep the kitchen. Thank you for the advice, I’ll call soon.”

The longer his mom sat on the line for, the quicker the tears turned into a twisted stomach. Working yourself up for nothing made the sensation pulse like it was alive and ready to strangle you.

“Okay then, dear. I hope the night goes well! I’ll call tomorrow."

“Bye.”

You raced to put the phone down, bricking it to the bathroom as fast as your legs could carry you, cautiously holding your belly to stop it from jiggling.

“Sorry babies-” That’s when you threw up, mid sentence, head in the toilet bowl like you were searching for gold.

Eye’s handmaiden appeared so much that it was practically visible twenty four seven, it never left its usual posture tucked away in the corner. You were always in pain with something or other, and even then, it wasn’t as effective anymore.

The twins really were draining your mana, your energy, your life force. It was hard to see them as babies sometimes and not two little extraterrestrial beings using your body to incubate themselves so that they could return back to their home planet.

Maybe baby aliens aren't so unbelievable? Look at Jinwoo, he’s on another level than any of us in South Korea. 

He’d definitely make a great father, even while vomiting and listening to the most attractive echoes of retching while gasping for breath, you could see the wood for the trees. It was just the thought of doing something so impressive, raising two little people to be functional adults sat shivering in the back recess of your brain just out of reach.

Were you being maternal? The advertisements and shows never did it justice or presented any other alternative to being extraordinarily happy and glowing. Because you weren’t. Your skin paled more than anything, and you didn’t know what to think or when to think it, sailing by and holding out on that poorly crafted life raft.

When they’re here, things will be different. 

That didn't go to say that you weren’t getting little bursts of the maternal side Jinwoo’s mother told you about over the phone. Now, it was definitely there, and you knew that these babies were yours. You were making them yourself in your own body, but this feeling wasn’t constant, it flickered on and off like a candlelit room.

One moment, you would cling to that glow for warmth knowing soon you’d hear their little voices, getting fiercely protective over two little blanket wrapped babies that couldn’t protect themselves. Then, in another, you just wanted your body back, so much it would bring you to tears and the idea of asking for the association's help looked more tantalising by the minute.

The whole idea made your stomach churn, because what side would win when the babies arrived? You’d never know until the time came.

“I’m home! Are you alright?!” 

You perked up at Jinwoo’s voice, forgetting that Igris was eerily floating somewhere nearby watching your every moment. He probably reported back to Jinwoo, though he couldn’t speak- well he never spoke to you, but sometimes you tried catching him out.

Jinwoo rushed into the bathroom and never missed a beat, getting down on the floor with you to push your hair out of the way from the toilet bowl. “I’m sorry, I never meant to be this long, I just wanted to stop by the bakery to get your favourite and there was the longest queue- Baby, I’m so sorry.”

There was a twinge, a twitch behind your eye, like you were helpless. “I’m not frail, I can look after myself, Jinwoo.”

He stopped immediately, letting go of you and he moved his mouth but knew better than to say a word. The two of you sat there in silence until you could move yourself and clean your face.

“Look… I didn’t mean to snap, I just-” sounded like a massive prick? Yeah. With the remnants of vomit on your lips. “I’m feeling pretty low, right now. I don’t know what to do, and I feel really claustrophobic… Everything is happening so quickly and I can’t keep up with it.”

There wasn’t a hint of upset in Jinwoo’s body language, but he hesitated touching you though you let him tuck your hair out of your face. “It’s been a lot. I apologise for steaming ahead, for putting more on your plate when all I want is your happiness, and health.”

“My hormones are all over the place. One minute I’m happy, then I’m crawling the walls because the apartment just isn’t right. Igris carries everything I want to move, then the next day I want the sofa back on the other side of the room. We’re going to have to decorate the spare room soon and I know exactly what I want, but then I don’t at the same time. Most days, I want to eat the entire house, and then I’m not hungry at all… I eat the most disgusting combinations of food and I love it…”

Your shoulders dropped when he said nothing. “And then I do things like that, and I’m horrible to you… I like you Jinwoo, I think I really really like you, but I’m not the nicest person to be around in any capacity. Then I get– I get moment’s like this-”

That was it, you started sobbing like you’d just been read from a will after someones passing. “I’m such a mess!”

“Shh, shh, baby. It’s alright.” Jinwoo held you, rubbing your belly as though it was a magic lamp, probably hoping it would get you to stop wailing into the palms of your hands. “The doctor said it was going to be bumpy. I’m sorry I sprang all of this on you, the dinner, having the Chairman over. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No- no. It’s fine.” You hiccuped in his arms, wiping the wet away with your sleeves. “It’ll be alright, I just- I just need to clean myself up.”

Jinwoo held you tight, resting his head on yours and gently rocking you. “You want to take a shower together?”

It wasn’t the worst idea. Since the babies were growing, having a bath wasn’t exactly practical, especially since you enjoyed steaming hot water. Something the doctor advised against. That white hot sting scratching an itch your skin just couldn't satiate itself hit the spot after a long day training or raiding a dungeon, covered in mud and god knows what. You settled for a mildly hot shower instead.

Jinwoo’s body heat set any tepid water steaming. More of a comfort, really. But then again, you’d received some of the most intense orgasms whilst the shower water sprayed everywhere.

An orgasm wouldn’t go amiss right now. Might calm me down.

It would make any pain go away, being a natural painkiller. So if anything, it would be beneficial to the shooting leg cramps or back aches you were getting.

“Would you-” you stopped before you made yourself sound desperate.

“Hm?” it was as though Jinwoo already knew what you wanted to say, he just wanted you to say it. “What do you want, baby?”

There it was, his little crooned words that drawled in your ears that set your cheeks on fire. His eyes watching you in a way that made you want to back away before he pounced and ate your pussy like his last meal.

A talent of his, actually.

“I want…” You could have just kissed him, that would have given him the message. You hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I want you to…”

He knew what you wanted, you could tell by how he closed the space between you, his eyes flickering down to your lips as he subtly licked his own. “Tell me what you want.” 

Oh lord. “I want you to eat my pussy until I can’t stand up.”

“You’re getting so much better at using your words, aren't you?”

Before he could kiss you, you looked away. “Jinwoo, I haven’t even brushed my teeth-”

“Don’t care.” 

Before you could protest, he chased your lips, lazily biting down on your bottom lip and cupping your chin before you disappeared from his grasp. How he managed you up from the floor and never breaking contact with you was something you wouldn’t ever understand, he did with ease and stripped each item of clothing from your body before his own.

The man was a master multitasker in and out of the bedroom, from making your favourite meals and setting up your favourite new show on the television, to turning the shower on, slowly rubbing your sensitive clit and stripping himself off. 

In that order.

He had you moaning his name before a single drop of water touched you from the spray of the open shower door, the perfect temperature, wide spread and splashing over you which intensified the need for his body close to yours. Pressed up against you and his two long fingers working their way inside to that spot which drove you crazy enough to grip onto his hair.

“Jinwoo- Jinwoo, oh my god.”

His coo’s and undeniably filthy words of praise were far more steamy than any shower could have been. Jinwoo’s wrist moved in such away, that you were sure you would discover a new colour at any moment. Being pregnant changed your body in odd ways, yet how he sucked your nipple the way he did almost pushed an orgasm out straight away. So sensitive, unruly and needy.

“You want me to make you feel good here, or on the bed?” He said in your ear once he let your nipple leave his lips with a pop.

“Here- here. Fuck, do it here, I can’t hold it any longer. Fuck, Jin- please make me come.”

It was that little husk in his voice when he laughed, the one he reserved for when he woke up, half asleep. The same husk that drove you insane until you were sitting on his cock, bouncing on his hips until all the room heard was the vicious slapping and stifled moans from your throat.

“That’s my girl.”  

You had screwed your eyes shut, focusing way too much on your orgasm and not the logistics of your tummy bump, not that it stopped Jinwoo. His tongue found its way to your clit with no trouble at all, game over for you. Jinwoo hooked your right leg over his shoulder and held you there in suspended animation, sucking your tingling clit like it was going out of fashion.

Jinwoo gripped your ass with his fingertips, pinching the plush fat between his fingers as he ate. His tongue swirling with purpose in the right angle, matching the pace of the slashing water on your back, soaking your hair as wet as your pussy was. You were embarrassingly close, a perk and curse of pregnancy, getting to the delicious centre of a gooey sweet and feeling the emptiness of finishing it too quickly.

“J-Jinwoo, don’t go too fast, I’ll come too quick- Shit, shit!” 

He licked faster, sucked with the desperation of a stranded man looking for water, inserting his fingers inside you. His hair dripped and soaked onto the floor, on to your feet and in between your toes that curled over the edge and no grip.

You came, with no real guess of what your body was doing. So early, so blind in orgasmic bliss that you weren’t sure of the noise your throat howled out, like a desperate animal. Jinwoo never stopped shoving his head between your thighs, fingering you past your orgasm until it made your legs shake and ready to give out had he not held you tight in his grasp.

“I think that’s a personal best.” He said, when he came up for air and pulled you as close as he physically could. “Hey, c’mon, look at me.”

Blushing at him seemed to humour him, embarrassed at how quick you came despite it’s calming effects on your mood. Jinwoo kissed your lips softly, caressing your cheek until you made eye contact.

“Ask any time, I’ll give it to you. It doesn't matter how quick. If you’re enjoying it, then I’ve done my job.”

When he put it like that, it made sense.

Still, to redeem yourself, you let him make you come one more time. You held out longer by two minutes.

Oh dear. 

“Did you find the recipe you want to use tonight?”

“Yeah, I have it on my phone, hold on.” 

You left Jinwoo in the bathroom to dry himself off, you padded off towards the kitchen in your towel that barely fit around your baby bump. Your phone sat where it was on the kitchen counter, just as you left it, with the call log open.

So why was there a giant fucking insect in the living room watching television like it was the most natural thing in the world?

“Oh my god!” You screamed and backed away right into the wall.

The bug thing jumped up from the sofa and mirrored your movements like a weird puff of smoke and cracked mirror.

“What’s wrong?! Where are- oh…” Jinwoo just stood there.

Was it one of his shadows? It could have been, not that you could have been reasonably logical the way your heart beated in your throat.

“I never introduced you to Beru… did I?”

Part 15 <- Part 16 -> Part 17

UPDATE - So as some of you might know, my health is in a bit of a decline, and it's dipped more with some unforeseeable things I have no control over. Well, as it goes, I still plan on writing and uploading as regularly as I can, but for the time being, some uploads may come slower than they have been.

I hope you all understand and continue to enjoy what I have in store for you.

ALSO I guess we're getting surprised for who the babies are, and I'll leave it to chance and input the data on a randomiser so it's a surprise for me too! 🤗

But there's one other thing that I want to put to a vote.

Edit - Sorry I should have specified 🫣 let’s keep it to Korean name suggestions if you can, thank you!

Baby names

Mullermilkshake's choice! (Please don't, I'm so shit at coming up with names)

Readers suggestions inputted into a randomiser!

Voting ended onMay 29, 2025

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[19daysonly]

English translation

Manhua: 19 days

Author: Old先

Chapter 464 "Sealed"

Read all the chapters at : @/19days.eng (instagram)

[rosiebbydoll]

The Right Time - Sukuna x Reader - Chp. 1

Chp. 1 - Chp. 2 - Chp. 3

Summary: Your life was blissfully chaotic. Being a single mom and raising a daughter with a bigger attitude than yours was a challenge, but you love every second of it. You decided to move to the city to be closer to work. You’ve been at your new apartment for about three weeks now and everything has been great. Until, your annoyingly hot neighbor decided to open his mouth.

cw: female reader, modern au (no curses), 18+, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, crack, angst, Nobora is readers daughter, Choso and Yuji are Sukuna’s nephews, Toji is a present father in this, LOTS of family fluff, (more tags will be added)

wc: 7k

chp warning: fluff, tension, angst?, crack, Sukuna is a beefy asshole, also kinda chaotic

a/n: hello!! this is my first fic i’ve ever posted ! i’ve been so nervous to post, but here I am! please be kind! but also please comment and let me know what you think! I need input! I appreciate all feedback. reposts are appreciated and I truly hope you enjoy! love, rosie <3

What a fucking morning.

It’s not even eight o’clock, and it already feels like the world’s longest week. It’s always something, isn’t it? It started with the fire alarms blaring at two in the morning. This new apartment was supposed to be your haven, a fresh start. Well, that is what your “wonderful” landlord told you.

Instead, you found yourself wrestling with the outdated, screeching fire alarm. There you were, at two in the goddamn morning, beating the alarm with a broom, praying it wouldn’t wake up the entire building. Nobora watched, half-asleep, as you battled the infernal noise, her small form silhouetted in the doorway, clutching her dragon Squishmallow for comfort. She barely even reacts to the loud crash of the alarm falling to the ground. The shattered plastic does not even phase you either. You simply shrug, throw the broom down, and pick up Nobora to put her back to sleep.

You finally got her back to bed just before three. It’s fine, maybe I can still get some sleep. You lay your head down on the pillow, just starting to drift off when — is that moaning? You freeze in realization that the neighbors were in fact getting it on. These are also the neighbors you have yet to meet because moving has kept you so busy. You wanted to have a baking night with Nobora and bring them some cookies, now it will be just a little awkward, well for you anyway.

Their bedroom must be right next door because you could hear every detail. The walls seemed paper-thin, vibrating with their animalistic moans, leaving you no choice but to stare at the ceiling, hoping it would end soon. You felt a pang of envy mixed with embarrassment, your cheeks flushing in the dark. It was as if their moans were mocking your solitary existence.

“Oh fuck, yes, baby,” came the muffled yells through the wall.

“Dirty fucking bitch — take it.”

“Ahh, fuck—”

“Mhmm, give it to me!”

You sighed and shoved a pillow over your head, trying to muffle the sounds. I wish I was getting dicked down. You hadn't been with anyone since Nobora's father, too consumed with work and motherhood to even entertain the idea.

Hours ticked by with the soundtrack of someone else's late-night porno party echoing in your ears. You must have dozed off around four or five because you woke up at six, bleary-eyed and grumpy, unfortunately, ready to start your day. You always wake up an hour before Nobora. You’ve trained your mind to wake up no matter what. It's a precious, peaceful time. Just you, a shower, and some coffee to brace yourself for the chaos of single motherhood. It was a ritual, a grounding moment before the world demanded everything from you.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee, and headed straight for the shower. But today, even the water conspired against you. It was lukewarm for about thirty seconds before turning ice cold. You rolled your eyes, sighed again, and let the frigid water wake you up. It was a cruel reality check, a reminder that not everything was within your control. The icy blast shocked you awake, but instead of feeling refreshed, you were simply aware of everything and still very fucking tired. You lethargically wash your body and hair, fully used to the freezing temperature.

Now wide awake you turn off the shower and step out shivering. Muscle memory has you reaching for a towel hanging on the rack. Instead of grabbing a plush soft towel, your knuckles hit the wall. With a frown adorning your face, you scan the bathroom for another towel. To no surprise, there isn't one in sight. Of course. I never finished the laundry. So, you tiptoed into the hallway, freezing and dripping wet. Another groan escaped your lips as you made your way to the laundry room.

Passing by the kitchen, the rich, inviting aroma of fresh coffee filled the air. A small comfort in a morning of mishaps. Yet, as you entered the kitchen, you found yourself sprawled on the floor, your head throbbing from the hard linoleum. The culprit? Water from your shower pools on the tiles. Slipped and fell hard, right on your ass (and head).

Sitting up, you gingerly touched the back of your head, wincing at the dull ache from the linoleum’s unforgiving surface. The jolt of the fall had shaken you, and as you surveyed the chaos around you, a wave of frustration washed over you. The kitchen was a battlefield, and you were its weary soldier.

The hot liquid-!Wait. Hot? The damn Coffee. The pot hadn’t been placed properly, and now it was everywhere, seeping under appliances and decorating the counter in erratic splatters. It was as if the universe had conspired against you, testing your patience with every spilled drop. The laugh that leaves your body was loud, it was a pure reaction to the shit day you are having so far. Thank god Nobara is a heavy sleeper.

You sighed deeply, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment, and headed to the laundry room to retrieve a stack of towels. You snatch some towels from the still unfolded pile of laundry and head back to the mess. Wrapped in towels you try and clean the mess that was the kitchen moving with deliberate care.

As you wiped the counters, you couldn’t help but think of how once, in another life, you might have found this situation amusing — a fun story to share over drinks with friends. But now, it was another chore, another hurdle in a day that seemed determined to test your limits. You were always doing something, always busy, never having time for anyone but work and Nobora.

The mom’s guilt engulfs you as you think such a thing. Nobora is your girl, you’d do anything for her. She isn’t a bad kid at all, she’s almost perfect actually. You’re just burnt out from repetition. It’s all becoming too much. You need to find something to shake up your life, or you might explode over the next coffee spill.

With the kitchen finally tamed, you started another pot of coffee, meticulously ensuring the pot was secure. Three double-takes later, you finally moved on. The comforting aroma of brewing coffee filled the air and you took a moment to breathe it in. With a deep breath you finally exit the kitchen and with urgency walk down the hall to go change.

The messy bed you totally ignored to make is calling you back to it. Oh how you wish you could start this day over. But, that’s not how life works unfortunately. Searching for a decent outfit in your closet, you toss them onto the bad and quickly dry your hair and put on some makeup. The goal is to look somewhat presentable before you tackle the rest of this long day.

Dressed in a white turtleneck, black blazer, and matching pants, accented by gold earrings and a watch, you felt a sense of composure return. Catching your reflection in the hallway mirror, you acknowledged the woman staring back with a small smile.

You step back into the kitchen with a quick glance at the clock: 6:40. Not too bad, considering the coffee debacle. With a fresh pot brewed and your daily agenda meticulously filled, you savored a sip from your favorite mug, feeling the familiar rhythm of your routine reassert itself. This routine was your anchor, a vital structure in the whirlwind of motherhood and a demanding career as head librarian.

Nobora, thankfully, was a dream child, attending an early-start preschool conveniently located near the library, a perk courtesy of her father's connections. The usual schedule: drop-off at 7:55, arrival at the library by 8:15. That gives you just enough time to prepare for the day before doors open at 9. Every task was strategically planned. Although, you’ve learned to leave room open for chaos.

The library was your second home, a sanctuary that healed you in ways you couldn’t describe. As head librarian at the city’s main library, you were doing what you loved, and Nobora thought you were some kind of book fairy, bringing her new tales to explore every night.

You knew every corner, every hidden nook where sunlight filtered through tall windows, creating perfect reading spots. The children's section was your pride and joy, a magical realm you'd cultivated with careful attention. Colorful bean bags, twinkling fairy lights, and hand-painted murals transformed the space into something extraordinary. You'd spent countless weekends perched on ladders, brush in hand, bringing storybook characters to life on the walls while Nobora "supervised" from below, offering creative direction with the confidence only a child could muster.

Your colleagues often joked that you had a sixth sense for matching readers with their perfect books. It wasn't magic, though – just years of careful observation and a deep understanding of how stories could heal, inspire, and transform. You kept a mental catalog of every patron's preferences, their reading journey, their emotional needs.

As you sipped your coffee you read the daily news on your phone. Your eyes shift up to the doorway as you heard soft footsteps. You smirked, turning to greet your daughter. “Good morning, baby,” you smiled as Nobora entered the kitchen, clutching her dragon Squishmallow. Her hair was a messy halo around her face, eyes were still heavy with sleep.

“Hi, Mommy,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes. Her presence was warm and melted every stressor away. Thinking of how used you are with her in your life makes you eternally grateful. She is your motivation, what makes everything worth it.

You kissed her head, lifted her into her booster seat, and adjusted the strap. “Eggs or cereal?” you asked, knowing her answer before she even spoke.

“Cookies ‘n Crunch,” she replied, yawning. You nodded, grabbing her favorite princess-themed bowl and spoon, and pouring cereal and milk with care. Her world was simple, unburdened by adult worries, and you envied her innocence. You watched as she ate, her small hands clutching the spoon with determination, and you felt a surge of love so strong it took your breath away.

"Want some orange juice?" you asked, already reaching for her favorite cup – the one with little dragons that changed color when filled with cold liquid. Her eyes lit up as she nodded, momentarily forgetting her cereal to watch the purple dragons turn blue.

"Mommy, look! They're changing again!" she exclaimed, her voice still scratchy with sleep but filled with wonder. These small moments of magic, watching her delight in something as simple as color-changing cups made everything worthwhile. You settled into the chair beside her, sipping your coffee while she alternated between spoonfuls of cereal and careful sips of juice. Her little feet swung back and forth, occasionally bumping against the chair legs in a gentle rhythm. The morning light streaming through the kitchen window caught the gold flecks in her pretty eyes – eyes just like yours – and you found yourself mesmerized by how much she'd grown.

"I'm gonna get your backpack ready, 'kay?" You ask as you stand up from the kitchen table and begin to walk to her room. You hear a muffled "kay" as she shovels more cereal in her mouth. You enter her mess of a room that you will have to clean later and grab her bright blue glittery backpack with two Tamagotchis hooked to one zipper and a gaming controller keychain hooked to the other. You're sure to grab her notebook, pencil bag, hat, and extra clothes and shove them into the back.

Your fingers brush against a crumpled drawing from yesterday, and you carefully smooth it out. It’s a crayon masterpiece of you and her at the library, surrounded by what looks like floating books with wings. You smile, tucking it back inside before zipping everything up.

Returning to the kitchen, you set her backpack beside your tote bag, already packed the night before. You hummed in satisfaction, feeling the day improve. Nobora, your sweet child, brightened even the dreariest mornings. Her presence was a reminder of life's beauty, the reason you pushed through the exhaustion. You watched her, a small smile playing on your lips as she finished her breakfast, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin.

“Momma, I’m finished,” Nobora announced, smiling as she devoured the last of her cereal. You helped her out of the seat, instructing her to pick a sweater from her room. Letting her choose her own outfits was a new routine, fostering her independence, though you often had to fix the socks. Watching her grow, witnessing her small victories, was your greatest joy.

You marveled at how quickly she was becoming her own person, her personality shining through in everything she did. As she picked out her clothes you rinsed off her dirty dishes along with your empty coffee cup and set them in the sink to be put in the dishwasher later.

She returned in a red sweater with a bow at the collar and black jeans, handing you her Converse to tie. Her socks matched this time — bright yellow but matching nonetheless. The sight made you smile; just last week, she'd insisted on wearing one polka dot sock and one striped one, declaring it "fashion." You'd let her, of course, because sometimes the best parenting was knowing when to let go.

"Hair clip or tie?" you asked as she followed you to the bathroom, her little feet padding softly on the floor. The morning routine was a dance you both knew by heart, each step familiar yet somehow special every time.

"Clip, please," she says as you lift her to sit on the bathroom sink. You style her hair, securing sparkly black clips on either side. Your fingers move with practiced ease through her hair, so much like your own. "Oh, absolutely gorgeous," you say to her and help her off the sink, placing her back down on the ground. She giggles and smiles brightly at your compliment, running down the hallway. "Alright, let's get going," you call, helping her into her coat.

"Toji is picking you up tonight with Megumi, okay?" Nobora nods as you open the door. She immediately makes a U-turn and darts back to her room, grabbing her Gameboy (it was once yours, once upon a time).

"I wanna play on the way to school." Her enthusiasm is contagious. You roll your eyes, chuckling. “Alright, come on.”

As you open the door, your neighbor’s door flew open. A boy with pink hair bolted out, followed by another boy with brown hair, slightly longer. Their playful shouts echoed down the hallway. You paused for a moment, watching them, a small smile on your lips as they reminded you of your Nobora.

“Yuji, don’t forget your lunchbox,” the older boy called, his voice a mix of authority and warmth. Your eyes widened. “Shit! Her lunch,” you muttered, rushing back inside to grab the bento box from the fridge. You let out a deep breath holding the bento box to your chest and did a quick mental checklist.

Phone. Wallet. Keys. Bag. Lunch. Nobora.

Nodding, you headed back out, only to hear Nobora’s screaming, “That’s mine!”

“I just wanna see what level your Charizard is,” Yuji replied, pulling at Nobora’s Gameboy. You sighed, stepping forward to intervene, but your neighbor emerged, tall and imposing, with tattoos everywhere you could see (even his face), gauges, and hair matching Yuji’s. His presence was commanding. You found yourself momentarily distracted by his presence, his aura both intimidating and oddly captivating.

"No! I just got him to level 45 and he's special! Let go!" Nobora's voice rose higher, her fingers tightly wrapped around her precious game. The battle music from Pokémon could still be heard faintly from the device's speakers.

"It took me forever to train him! Mommy helped me!" Nobora's eyes were starting to tear up, her protection of her prized Pokémon becoming more desperate. You and the handsome stranger both let out a sigh at the same time. He steps over to Yuji and bends down. The older boy is standing to the side staring annoyingly at the younger one.

"Yuji, let go of the damn game. We gotta go," the man ordered, his deep voice and kinda terrifying.

"But Uncle Sukuna, I just want to—" Yuji started to protest.

"Now."

Yuji huffed, releasing the Gameboy with more force than necessary, sending Nobora tumbling backward. The device flew through the air in slow motion, a perfect arc of impending disaster.

Your heart stopped as you watched it fall, helpless to prevent what was coming. The sound of plastic meeting tile echoed through the hallway like a gunshot, followed by the distinct crack of something breaking inside. The Pokémon battle music cut off abruptly, leaving a deafening silence in its wake.

Time seemed frozen as everyone stared at the broken device on the floor, the magnitude of what just happened sinking in. You could see Nobora's lower lip starting to quiver, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she stared at her beloved game system – the one that had been your constant companion through high school, the one you'd lovingly passed down to her, the one that held all her carefully trained Pokémon.

Fuck.

You quickly collected Nobora, who was now crying, and picked up the broken Gameboy. “It’s okay, baby. Maybe I can get you a new one,” you soothed, rubbing her back. You felt a pang of guilt, wishing you could shield her from every hurt and disappointment. Yuji and the other boy bowed their heads, their expressions a mix of contrition and curiosity.

"I'm so sorry," the older one said, his voice sincere. His eyes darted between you and Nobora, genuine remorse written across his features.

You forced a smile, locking your door with slightly trembling hands. "Oh, it's okay. Accidents happen." But Nobora was not appeased, her tears flowing freely as she buried her face in your neck. You hugged her tightly, whispering reassurances, feeling her small body shake with sobs against you.

The man beside you eyed you up and down. You slipped the broken Gameboy into your tote and grabbed your car keys, trying to appear unfazed as the realization hit you like a truck. He was the one you'd heard last night, the source of those passionate sounds that had kept you awake.

His gaze was intense, but you were already turning away, checking your watch with growing anxiety. You were running late, and between the broken Gameboy, Nobora's tears, and this uncomfortable revelation about your neighbor's nocturnal activities, you just needed to get out of there. The sooner you could escape this hallway and its impossibly attractive but clearly complicated new neighbor, the better.

"Please, miss! I'm so sorry!" Yuji pleaded, his pink hair falling into his eyes as he bowed repeatedly. You sighed, turning back to the boy, your heart softening at his genuine distress. Before you could respond, the man groaned, "Yuji, she said it was fine, chill." His tone was exasperated but not unkind. The way he looked at his nephew spoke volumes about the care hidden behind that intimidating facade.

Yuji wiped his eyes and ran to the man, clutching at his uncle's shirt like an anchor. The other boy was standing beside him rubbing his arm to try and comfort him. You walk over and bend down to be on his level, Nobora sniffling in your arms. Her tears were subsiding, curiosity beginning to peek through her sadness.

"I'll tell you what, since we're neighbors, you can make it up to us." You smiled, and the boys looked at you, confused. Nobora perked up, listening intently, her grip on your neck loosening slightly. "How about you boys come over and play with Nobora one day, to make up for her game." The offer was simple, a gesture of peace in the morning's storm. You knew Nobora could use some friends in the building, and despite the rough start, these boys seemed sweet enough.

The tall man rolled his eyes, but the boys grinned widely, their faces lighting up like Christmas trees. "Yes, please!" they chorused, bouncing on their toes with excitement. Their enthusiasm was infectious. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a small flicker of hope amidst the chaos. Maybe something good could come from this disaster of a morning after all.

The man eyed you again, smirking. You gave a half-hearted smile, quickly making your way down the stairs to your car. You were behind schedule, thanks to the forgotten lunchbox and the Gameboy incident.

After strapping Nobora into her car seat, you handed her an applesauce pouch, her comfort snack for rough mornings. Her sniffles subsided as traffic cooperated on the way to school, the gentle hum of the engine and morning radio filling the silence. It has felt like the longest day you have ever lived, and work hasn’t even started yet.

You pull into Nobora's school and park, you peek at the clock on your phone and to your surprise, you're right on time. The morning chaos hadn't derailed your schedule after all. You unbuckle Nobora, and wipe her face with a wet wipe, gentle strokes removing the traces of tears. Her eyes are still puffy, but at least she's stopped crying.

"I'll get you a new Gameboy, okay, honey?" you promised as you held her hand, crossing to the school. The morning sun cast long shadows across the playground, where early arrivals were already running and laughing. Her nod was small, her expression pensive as she clutched your hand tightly.

You considered calling out of work, but no, she'd be fine. She was tough, just like you. She'd likely forget the whole ordeal by the time she got home, distracted by whatever adventure she'd find with Megumi during the day. The thought was a comfort.

Inside, you approached her classroom. "Good morning, lovely ladies," greeted her teacher, Kento Nanami, with a smile. He was one of the kindest people you'd ever met, always patient with the preschoolers and offering his help whenever needed. His presence was calming and alluring, too bad he's engaged.

His blonde hair was perfectly styled as always, his wire-rimmed glasses perched precisely on his nose. The way he managed to look both professional and approachable in his crisp button-down and neat slacks was a daily miracle, especially considering he spent his days surrounded by paint, glue, and the general chaos of preschoolers. You'd seen him handle tantrums with the same grace he used to teach ABCs, never losing his composure or that gentle smile that made all the moms (and a few dads) swoon.

Nobora mustered a small smile and entered the classroom. You watched her join her classmates, grateful for the safe haven her school provided. Despite her puffy eyes and earlier tears, she was already gravitating toward the reading corner. Kento and you watch her for a few more moments before he turns his attention to you.

"Rough morning?" Kento asked, his eyes full of understanding. His voice was gentle, a reminder that you weren't alone in your struggles. He had this way of making everyone feel seen.

"Oh yeah." You rolled your eyes, pulling the broken Gameboy from your tote. The device looked even more pathetic under the fluorescent lights of the hallway.

"How did that happen?" he queried, examining the device with a gentle curiosity. His fingers traced the crack in the screen as you let out another sigh and chuckled.

"Well, there was this little—" you began, interrupted by small hands tugging your leg. You looked down to see Megumi, Toji's son, clinging to you. His dark hair was slightly messy, just like his father's, and his eyes held their usual stoic expression.

"Oh, there's my favorite boy!" You bent down, kissing his cheek. He rolled his eyes in that dramatic way only children can master, but you caught his small smile as he headed into the classroom. The way he tried to maintain his aloof demeanor while secretly enjoying the attention was so quintessentially Megumi. You turned to continue your conversation with Kento, but Toji appeared, flicking your forehead playfully, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.

"Ah—Toji, stop. Not in the mood," you protested, swatting his arm. He pouted, showcasing his lip scar in that way he knew made him look both dangerous and oddly charming. "Who pissed in your Cheerios?" He teased.

You scoffed as Kento glared at him. "Watch your mouth, Zenin," Kento said sternly, though you could see the hint of amusement in his eyes. You giggled, stepping aside to let a tired ooking mom pass with her twins.

"What?" Toji raised his hands in mock innocence. "I'm just asking our friend here why she looks ready to commit murder before nine in the morning." His grin was infectious, even as Kento shook his head disapprovingly.

"Some of us try to maintain a professional environment," Kento reminded him, adjusting his glasses with practiced patience.

"Some of us need to loosen up," Toji shot back, earning another stern look from the teacher.

Before this moment could be fueled by any more tension, you turn to Toji. "You can keep her until five tonight, right?" you asked, checking the time. 8:05. Ten minutes until work. You still needed to get to the library and set up for the senior book club that started at nine.

"Yeah, she can stay as long as she needs, pretty," Toji nodded, his casual use of the endearment as familiar as breathing. After all these years of friendship, his playful flirting had become just become normal.

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I owe you one, you know."

Toji grinned, that mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. "Oh, I know what you could—" He winced as you pinched his arm, cutting off whatever inappropriate suggestion he was about to make in front of the children. "Oi!" he exclaimed, rubbing the spot where you pinched him.

You laughed at his pain and checked the clock one more time. You turn and waved goodbye to both men. Nobora was playing with Megumi as you left, their laughter echoing down the hall. The men wave back and watch as your figure grows smaller as you inch closer to the exit, finally getting to go to work.

"She's gonna run herself ragged," Toji muttered as you walked away, his usual playful demeanor replaced with genuine concern. Kento nodded, adjusting his glasses with a heavy sigh. "She doesn't want help, I've tried." Toji bit his lip, staring off in the way he did when he was genuinely worried. Kento turned to greet another parent, their voices blending into the morning's symphony of children's laughter and parents' goodbyes.

You speed-walked down the hall, hoping to avoid further encounters. But as you approached the exit, a man and a little boy entered — your neighbors. Your stomach dropped, a familiar flutter of anxiety mixed with irritation rising in your chest. Not now, not another awkward moment with your hot, broody neighbor.

Yuji spotted you, his face lighting up with that pure childhood enthusiasm that made it impossible to stay angry. "Neighbor!!" he called, waving frantically as if you were across a football field rather than just a few feet away. You couldn't help but smile, bending down to greet him despite your rush to leave.

"Well, hello! Yuji, right?" He nodded eagerly, his pink hair bouncing with the movement.

"Do you go to school here?" the little boy asked you with the cutest smile. You let out a small chuckle at the innocent question.

The tall man scoffed, the sound dripping with condescension. "Obviously not. That little girl whose game you broke does." He says to Yuji, the harsh reminder making the boy's smile falter.

You felt a flicker of irritation at how unnecessarily cruel he was being to the child who was clearly still feeling guilty about the incident.

Ignoring his harsh tone, you focus back to Yuji, maintaining your warm smile. "Which class are you in, sweetheart?"

Yuji's eyes light up, previous guilt momentarily forgotten. "Mr. Nanami's class! It's my first day!" His enthusiasm was contagious, practically bouncing on his toes as he spoke.

"That's awesome! You'll love Mr. Nanami, he's one of the kindest teachers around," you assured him, your heart warming at his eagerness to make friends despite the morning's rocky start.

"Nobora’s in there too! I am sure she’ll be happy to see you," you smile and hope Nobora wont hold a grudge.

Sukuna clears his throat and nudges Yuji with his hand, "Better hurry brat, you're gonna be late." Yuji's eyes widen and he quickly says goodbye to you both, making sure to hug Sukuna before darting down the hallway.

You wave to Yuji and stand, smoothing your blazer in a nervous gesture.You both watch him run down the hall, Kento greeting him with that warm smile of his.

An awkward silence settles between you and Sukuna, heavy with unspoken words. You turned, locking eyes with him, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. You wanted to say something, anything, but words failed you. Instead, you smiled politely, starting to walk away. His gaze was steady, and intense, following your movement, and you could feel the weight of it on your back.

"Hey!" his deep voice stopped you. You turned back, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah?" You force a smile on your face.

"Sorry about my nephew. I can give you money to replace—" His offer was unexpected, his tone almost apologetic. You swallow thickly as you can tell this apology is hard for him to say.

"Oh, no, don't worry about it! That thing was old anyway. I had it since high school." You laughed, realizing you were rambling. His presence was both unsettling and oddly comforting. You flash him a warm, genuine smile this time, trying to show there is no harm in the situation.

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. It was silent between you for a few seconds before he spoke again, "I'm Sukuna, by the way." He stares down at you with eyes that seem to be burning a a hole through your skin. That smirk isn’t helping either.

"Huh?" you replied, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor. The man who had been so harsh with Yuji moments ago was now attempting something almost like charm. It was jarring, like emotional whiplash.

"We're neighbors, right? And my nephew destroyed your daughter's prized possession, so I guess we're on a first-name basis now." He smirked, running a hand through his hair, his confidence palpable.

Your cheeks flushed pink. How did this stranger affect you so much? Was it his handsome face, his rippling muscles, or the way he looked at you like you were something special? Or maybe you’d just been deprived for too long.

Blinking away your thoughts, you quickly introduced yourself. “Right! Neighbors! Yeah, your... nephews can come over whenever they like! I’m still unpacking, but they’re welcome!” Your words were a bridge, an attempt to navigate the unfamiliar terrain between you.

You stretched out your hand, offering a friendly handshake. Sukuna's fingers wrapped around yours, warm and firm. Your breath hitches as you feel an unexpected jolt of electricity run through your body and your quick to pull your hand back.

You both walked toward the parking lot. “So, when did you move here?” he asked, eyes ahead, his tone casual.

“About three weeks ago. It’s closer to work and Nobora’s school,” you replied, staring at the ground, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves. His presence was both comforting and unsettling.

“Oh, so do you know Toji?” he asked, his tone shifting slightly with a hint of amusement.

Toji owned the apartment complex. He’d offered you a place to stay, insisting on a roomy two-bedroom with a laundry unit (he made sure to boast that up). You, him, and his late wife had been high school friends. After she passed, you supported each other in every way possible. He was your best friend, fiercely protective, and his son, Megumi, was like your second child.

“Oh, yeah, we go way back!” you said, nearing your car. Sukuna raised a brow, a smirk playing at his lips. The expression made your stomach twist with unease. You stopped in your tracks and turn right in front of him, your brows furrowed in confusion.

"What?" The word came out sharper than you intended, but you were too rattled by his scrutiny to care. Your fingers curled into your palm as you met his gaze, refusing to be intimidated by those burning crimson eyes. The way he was looking at you – like he knew something you didn't – made your skin prickle with irritation.

His silence stretched between you like a rubber band ready to snap, the weight of his unspoken judgment hanging in the air. You could feel your pulse quickening, a mix of anger and something else you didn't want to examine too closely simmering beneath your skin.

Sukuna bit his lip, shaking his head. "Nothing, just not surprised." His words dripped with judgment. You watched in disbelief as his entire demeanor shifted. The almost friendly neighbor from moments ago morphing into something darker, more predatory. His presence loomed over you like a storm cloud, that playful smirk twisting into something cruel that made your skin crawl. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees as his crimson eyes raked over you, calculating and cold.

You cocked your head to the side, squaring your shoulders despite the chill running down your spine. "I'm sorry?" Your voice was steel wrapped in silk, a warning dressed as politeness.

The familiar weight of judgment settled on your shoulders. You’d felt it before, seen it in the eyes of others who thought they knew your story. People always jumped to conclusions, their minds diving straight into the gutter. And here he was, this arrogant stranger, about to prove he was no different. The realization cut deeper than you wanted to admit, a reminder that no matter how hard you worked, some people would always see what they wanted to see.

His presence seemed to grow more imposing as he stepped closer, invading your space with deliberate intent. The parking lot suddenly felt too small, too intimate for this confrontation. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a mix of anger and something else you refused to acknowledge making your pulse race. The scent of his cologne – something expensive and woodsy – mingled with the morning air, making it harder to maintain your composure.

He turned to face you fully, his crimson eyes boring into yours. "You don't think you're the first woman Toji's given a sweet deal to?" The implication in his tone made your blood boil. "Man's got a type, and you fit it perfectly." His words hung in the air like poison, each syllable dripping with judgment and assumptions that made your skin crawl.

As a mother, you have taught your daughter to kill people with kindness, always turn the other cheek. And you try to live by the same rule, but that rule can go fuck itself right now. You've dealt with enough men who think they can read your whole life story in a single glance, who believe they know everything about you based on nothing but their own twisted assumptions.

You have been holding it together all morning. Ever since those stupid fucking smoke alarms. Now thanks to this dickhead, you have the perfect moment to take all that built up stress on him.

You laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the parking lot, before stepping closer until you were mere inches from him. The woodsy scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, but instead of making you weak in the knees like before, it only fueled your rage.

"Even if I was fucking Toji, which is none of your business. How fucking dare you." Your voice was low, dangerous, each word precise and sharp as a blade. The morning sun caught the gold flecks in your eyes, making them flash with fury.

Sukuna's eyes widened slightly, that infuriating smirk faltering as he realized he'd severely miscalculated. You weren't backing down. Instead, you were a force of nature, unleashed and unafraid.

Your finger jabbed into his chest, punctuating each word. "How fucking dare you assume I need anyone, especially a man, to help me live? You're a piece of shit, and to think I actually thought you were hot." The admission slipped out before you could stop it, but you were too angry to care.

Sukuna was stunned and, annoyingly, a bit turned on. No one had ever spoken to him like that without getting their ass kicked. The way your eyes flashed with fury, how you'd stepped right into his space without an ounce of fear. It stirred something primal in him. Your finger jabbing into his chest had left a phantom burn, and the admission that you'd found him attractive only made it worse. He couldn't decide if he wanted to shut you up or hear you yell at him some more.

You were trying hard not to explode from anger. Instead, you laughed again, the sound sharp and bitter, turning to leave.

"And if I hear your limp-dick ass fucking some bitch again, I'll go to Toji myself and have you kicked out," you added, slamming your car door as you enter it with enough force to make the vehicle shake. The sound echoed through the parking lot like a gunshot.

Sukuna stood there, shocked, his crimson eyes fixed on your retreating car. For once, that infuriating smirk was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an expression of genuine surprise. Your words had struck deeper than he'd expected, leaving him with an unfamiliar feeling in his chest

You flipped him off for good measure and sped away, tires squealing against the asphalt. What a fucking morning. Your body was vibrating with anger, hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel as your mind replayed the encounter in an endless loop.

The audacity of that man, standing there with his stupid attractive face and his baseless accusations. Who the fuck does that guy think he is? He doesn't know you, doesn't know the years of friendship and loss that bind you and Toji together. He has no right to even assume anything about you, to reduce your entire life to some cheap cliché.

Once you arrived at work, you were flustered and running on pure adrenaline. The familiar sounds and smells of the library usually brought you peace, but today it was just another stop in your hurricane of a morning. You practically sprinted inside, your heels clicking rapidly against the marble floor.

"Morning, boss!" Ino called from behind the returns cart. "Coffee's fresh in the break—" He paused, taking in your expression. "Everything okay?"

"Fine," you managed, though your tone suggested otherwise. "Senior book club setup?"

"I put out some chairs, but—"

The sheer force of your anger fueled you like rocket fuel. You threw yourself into the preparations, arranging chairs with military precision, setting out water pitchers and coffee urns with such efficiency that even Mrs. Tanaka, arriving early with her famous lemon squares, raised an eyebrow.

"My dear," she said, placing a gentle hand on your arm as you aggressively straightened a stack of discussion guides, "Whatever he did, he's not worth the energy."

You froze, wondering if your morning's drama was that obvious. Mrs. Tanaka just smiled, her eyes twinkling with knowing wisdom. "When you get to be my age, you can spot man trouble from a mile away. Now, have a lemon square." She patted your hand and continued to put out her delicious treats she crafted.

The simple kindness in her voice almost broke you. Almost. Instead, you took a deep breath, accepted the offered treat, and managed a genuine smile. There would be time later to process the morning's chaos.

You looked at the clocked up above and saw it was finally time to open. Ino quickly unlocks the main doors and people start to slowly shuffle in. The first book club members were taking their seats now, their cheerful morning chatter filling the room.

You squared your shoulders, pushing thoughts of crimson eyes and woodsy cologne to the back of your mind. You had a job to do, a daughter to raise, a life to live. You didn't need the drama that clearly came with Sukuna's presence.

With one last sigh you force a smile on your face and try to push the stress aside.

What a fucking morning.

summary/notes: AHHHH!! hi it’s me again! I truly hope you enjoyed this! chapter two is ready to be read through one final time and then it will be published! I wanted this chapter to kinda introduce the chaos that will ensue with these two! also, had to include my other husbands, Toji and Kento. again, please let me know how you felt! I truly love writing this story. and I hope you enjoyed! thanks <3

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what you know - ch16: sleepless nights || r. sukuna

❦ ryomen sukuna x f!reader [college au] [ongoing series]

❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. minor injury. family trauma. smut. slow burn. anxiety. panic attacks. mentions of difficulty eating. legal drama (likely with inaccuracies). tags will be updated as series continues.

❦ additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.

❦ words ; 17.6k.

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Slipping through the door on Tuesday morning to the lecture hall mere seconds before the professor shuts it, you mutter an apology as you jog up to your seat beside Kento. The blonde’s lips downturn at the sight of your rushed movements as you pull your laptop out, your chest heaving after having run through campus.

“May I ask what has you so rushed?” He questions in a hushed tone as the professor prepares for his lecture.

Letting out a breath, you shake your head. “I had a little bit of an existential crisis this morning, but everything’s good now,” you breathe, forcing a smile.

Kento’s brow raises. “Would this have anything to do with Sukuna?”

“No. Well-” you pause, hesitating as your fingers pause on your keyboard. “Kinda, I guess.”

Kento’s observant eyes flicker between your rushed movements and your expression. He scrutinizes the minute tremor in your fingers and the way you chew on your lip. Unfortunately for you, he’s entirely too observant, and more than willing to call you out for it.

“Have you been crying?”

Like a deer in the headlights, your head whips towards him, wide-eyed. Caught.

The blonde frowns. “Do you have a moment after class before your internship?”

You nod, sighing as you give in, frazzled nerves dissolving. You’re not sure why you bother trying to hide when it comes to him. He’s known you too long, and he’s always been perceptive.

As the professor begins the lecture, you dial in, doing what you can to give your full attention to the subject. You can’t afford another day of catch-up, not when you’re still behind.

When the professor dismisses the lecture hall, you lean back in your seat, dropping the back of your head onto the plastic backrest. With a yawn, you run your hands through your hair, before dropping them to hang at your sides.

Kento’s presence beside you remains steady as he allows you a moment to sort out your thoughts. Your gaze trails across the ceiling, resting on a water stain. You recall thinking those were coffee stains when you were a kid. In hindsight, that doesn’t make much sense.

When you remain unmoving for a minute too long, Kento finally gives you a push. “Care to start with the elephant in the room?”

Shutting your eyes, your brows knit together. “Sukuna?”

“In a sense. What happened with the trial? I didn’t get the chance to ask when I saw you on Friday.”

Shrugging in place, you shake your head. “His step-mom had the whole thing rigged. I don’t think it would have mattered what he did.”

“I see.”

“The kids were devastated,” you murmur, blinking your eyes open as your gaze finds more deformities in the otherwise uninteresting ceiling, “and really scared.”

Kento’s expression remains aloof as he hums in understanding. “And Sukuna?”

You finally tilt your head towards the blonde. You’re in a frazzled enough mood to question whether or not he truly cares about Sukuna’s well-being, but you have no right to be rude when your friend has only ever shown compassion for you. Sighing, you stare back at the ceiling, clasping your hands in your lap.

Hesitating, your lips purse. You’re in no position to be telling Kento the details of Sukuna’s life, but you’re also desperately in need of some support yourself. As much as you appreciate Toji and Uraume, what you really need is a girls’ night (featuring Kento), but you’re not sure whether you have the time to spare for that.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I mean- I know he’s doing bad. He didn’t sleep between the trial and the hand-off of the kids.” As your neck starts to get sore, you sit up, staring at your fiddling thumbs in your lap. “I haven’t heard from him since before the hand-off, though.”

“And you’re worried?” He confirms.

Nodding, you sigh softly. “I tried texting and calling.”

“Well, surely you’ll see him at work today,” Kento offers, though you’ve already considered that.

“Hopefully. I don’t know,” you admit. You have half a mind to think he might take some time off, or just not show up at all.

“And you?”

You swipe your tongue across your bottom lip as Kento turns in his seat to better see you. “I’m so behind,” you murmur. The dark circles underlining your eyes feel heavy with the admission. You’d only missed a couple of days, but the truth is that you’ve spent so much time concerning yourself with Sukuna’s affairs that even your time spent studying was wasted on zoning out.

Kento’s sharp auburn eyes flicker between yours. “I meant how are you handling what’s going on with Sukuna, but something tells me the tears weren’t shed over him. Would that be right?”

Your chest slowly rises in a long, exasperated inhalation. “Not this time,” you sigh. “I got some wires crossed and forgot to submit a paper last night. I thought it was due on Wednesday.”

Kento frowns. “I assume it was for your Copy Editing class?”

You nod.

“What was it worth?”

“Thirty percent,” you murmur, blinking your eyes rapidly as you feel tears of stress welling in your eyes. “I don’t know how I was so stupid, I usually have everything right in my calendar, and double-check and-”

“Hold on,” Kento interrupts before you can spiral as you begin to ramble and blame yourself. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Have you had the opportunity to speak with your professor about it yet?”

“Well- no, but he’s pretty strict, and I’m a scholarship student,” you mumble doubtfully, finding yourself picking at your nails.

The very best is expected out of you, you’ve had no issue upholding that until this semester.

“Strict or not, life happens,” Kento points out, not hesitating to wrap his fingers around your wrist and tug your hands apart to prevent you from picking at your nails. He pulls his hands back to his lap with a pointed stare, scolding you with only a look. “I think he would be willing to consider your perspective if you simply explain.”

“I can’t just tell him what’s going on with Sukuna.”

“You can’t allow yourself to fail to spare his feelings, either,” Kento points out evenly, crossing his legs.

Your gaze falls to your lap. “I guess you’re right,” you murmur. “I’ll try to talk to my prof tomorrow.”

Nodding in satisfaction, your friend nods at your side. “And your internship?”

Your eyes widen. “Wait- What time is it? I think I need to leave.”

Pulling his wrist up, Kento calmly recites the time from his wristwatch. “Ten.”

“I’m gonna be late.” You move in a rush to shove your textbook and laptop into your bag, pulling on your coat with one hand at the same time.

You pause for the briefest of moments as Kento catches your attention with your name. “What is it?” You ask, returning to packing up as you zip up your bag and toss it over your shoulder.

“You’ll be alright if you’re a couple of minutes late.”

“I-” you hesitate as you get to your feet. “- I really want to make a good impression.”

Getting to his feet, Kento pushes his belongings into his bag at a much more reasonable pace. “I can sympathize with that, but you also need to take care of yourself,” he points out.

Squeezing your bag strap on your shoulder, your brows draw together. You know all-too-well that you’ve been neglecting some much needed self-care time and relaxation, but life isn’t about to slow down and wait for you. You can catch up later.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

Nodding, you follow after him as he leads to way down the stairs of the lecture hall and out into the spring air.

The sun is peeking through the clouds, but a glum feeling still seems to cling to the air. Or maybe you’re just projecting your stress into the clouds, you can’t be sure. Either way, the chirping of birds and buzzing of the returning insects doesn’t carry the same welcoming feeling of spring that you’re accustomed to.

Falling into step with you, Kento takes the opportunity to gently pat your shoulder. “Breathe,” he soothes, remaining as a steady presence from your childhood. If there’s one thing Kento excels in, it’s his ability to assess a situation and act accordingly to find the best outcome, one of the many benefits of having a psychiatrist as a mother. He watches as you suck in a breath, taking a moment to slow down. “How are the rest of your classes going?”

“I- um-” you hesitate, stumbling over your foot and barely managing to catch yourself in the process. Attempting to walk off the embarrassment of tripping, you brush your coat off and stand straight once more. “Um-”

Kento moves to stand in front of you and stops, forcing you to slow down for a moment, to catch your breath and your spiraling thoughts. Tilting your chin up to look at him, you find his brow furrowed, the first signs of disquiet written across his features. “Take a breath,” he encourages you again.

Taking a deep breath, you force the thought of being late for work out of your mind for now, blowing air from your pursed lips in a sigh.

“Good. Now tell me, what’s going on?”

Chewing on your lip, you avoid Kento’s gaze. “I’m kinda worried about my scholarship,” you admit quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

The blonde frowns. “Are you that far behind? How many classes did you miss?”

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you shrug. “Not that many,” you shake your head. “But my Public Relations and Marketing class had a presentation that I didn’t know about from a publishing house and I don’t know how I’m supposed to catch up on that and I’m worried-”

“Hey.” Kento interrupts as you begin to spiral. “It’s okay. Have you had the chance to speak with that professor?”

“Well, no-”

“Then take a breath,” he urges. “One step at a time.”

You nod slowly, taking his advice.

“Has the Financial Aid Office or an Academic Advisor reached out?”

“Not yet.”

“Then you’ll be okay.” Kento smiles reassuringly, his cool and calm demeanor soothing your frayed nerves a bit. “I’ll help you work through it, how does that sound?”

Your shoulders fall in defeat as you nod, accepting his help. “You’re a lifesaver, thanks Ken. Are you sure you won’t fall behind?”

A chuckle rumbles within his chest. “I’m ahead,” he admits, not as a boast but to reassure you. “Besides, not everyone has a…” he searches for words, “dear friend in need of help quite as you do. I know you’re often busy.” His tone takes on a chiding edge, a certain knowing gleam in his eyes.

As your nerves begin to settle, you hide your face at his teasing, pushing past him to continue on your way to your car. “Don’t say it like that,” you groan, earning a chuckle from Kento. As aloof and stoic as he is, the man can be far too much of a smartass for his own good.

“No? Am I wrong?”

There it is.

“I- No- I mean-” You stammer over your words, giving him a shove.

He chuckles once more, his calm demeanor never faltering. “I see your feelings haven’t changed.”

You continue to avoid his gaze, walking a bit faster.

“I don’t dislike him, you know.”

You pause, turning to face Kento again. “Even after the whole-” you make a motion in the air, flailing your hands around pointlessly.

“Yes, even after the fight.”

You blink, eyes narrowing just a smidge as you wait for him to elaborate.

He continues walking as he replies. “Sukuna is many things. Dense, egotistical, and often careless, to name a few.” He casts a glance in your direction. “I do dislike how he treated you,” he states plainly. “However, I’m willing to look past that and let bygones be bygones if that’s what you wish. I know you care for him, and I trust your judgement. If you’re willing to give him another chance, then I’m not one to hold my personal thoughts against him.” Kento rolls his shoulders back. “I can certainly respect what he’s going through, and I’m willing to bet that a lot of his prior behavior can be attributed to unfortunate circumstances.”

You’re silent for a moment as you contemplate his words. There’s something incredibly heartwarming about the way your friend has the ability to cast aside his judgement in favor of your well-being. Hell, you aren’t even sure there are words to really put into perspective just how emotionally intelligent and mature he truly is.

His support is almost too much.

If you weren’t so busy processing the very genuine care behind his words, you might have teased him for sounding like his mother… Maybe another day.

For now, you’ll just bask in the warmth that his friendship brings, unable to help a genuine smile.

“I… Appreciate that, Nanamin.”

He winces slightly at the childhood nickname, though he chooses not to comment. “Of course. Which reminds me, how exactly are you handling the loss of his brothers?”

As your car comes into sight, you shrug, brushing off the question. “They’re not my brothers.”

Before you can get close enough to escape into your car, Kento grips your forearm to stop you. “Perhaps not, but it’s not that simple, is it?” He inquires, the deep auburn of his eyes flickering around your face as though he can read every little twitch of your features. “You see him as family, do you not?”

You avoid his gaze, staring at the ground as you attempt to put your thoughts into words. “Sukuna doesn’t feel that way about me, I don’t have any right-”

Dropping your forearm now that he has your attention, Kento shakes his head. “I’m stopping you there. I have my own thoughts about Sukuna’s feelings towards you, but you have every right to see his brothers as family. Would you not consider him one of your closest friends?”

Tilting your head at the way Kento mentions Sukuna’s feelings towards you, your lips purse. “Wait, what do you mean? What do you think about Sukuna’s feelings for me?”

Your friend takes a pause, weighing exactly how much or how little he wants to say in the case that he could be wrong. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, so take this with a grain of salt,” he warns, “but he seems happy around you.” It’s not exactly the admission you were expecting, you know that much to be true. Still, he continues. “I think for someone handling as much as Sukuna is, the fact that he seeks not just your support in his time of need, but your attention outside of that, is worth a lot more than you realize.”

Your heart palpitates at the mere thought of Kento’s words being true. So much for a grain of salt. You’re practically clinging to the words like a lifeline.

You can’t even begin to count how many nights you’ve spent staring at the ceiling wondering if things have changed. Wondering if maybe the reason he so adamantly seeks your touch and company is because things have changed, but every time you’re reminded of one thing.

He rejected you.

And if you’re being honest with yourself, second-guessing his feelings now is easier on your heart than facing another rejection, no matter how much more resilient you’ve gotten over the months.

Kento brushes the words aside as though they don’t carry the weight of the world. “Now, wouldn’t you consider him one of your closest friends?”

You nod, not trusting your voice as Kento finally leads the way along the final stretch of campus between you and your car.

“Then, I think it’s reasonable to see them as family. You have every right to be upset.” He stops as he reaches your car. Robotically, you search for your keys in the front pocket of your bag, chewing mindlessly on your lip, lost in thought. “Hey.”

You whip your head around to face him, blinking as you return to the present.

“Get out of your thoughts. I told you to take what I said with a grain of salt,” he teases lightly, shaking his head. “I just want you to know that it’s okay to be going through a tough time, yourself.”

Willing yourself to stay in the present, here with Kento, you sigh. “You’re right.” Climbing into the driver’s seat of your car, you start the engine. “This helped a lot. Thanks, Ken.”

“Of course,” he nods. “Let me know when you have some time, I’ll help you study.”

“You’re the best,” you pout up at him. “I’ll see you later?”

He nods, though his hand remains on the door so that you can’t close it. “That reminds me, Satoru organized a dinner at the bar across from his place on Friday. You missed the discussion at lunch last week, but you’re invited. You should come, I think it would be good for you.”

Inhaling a long, deep breath, you nod. “You’re probably right. Yeah, I’ll try to make it.”

“Bring Sukuna.”

“What?” Your brow furrows as you regard your friend from where he leans over your car door. “But Shoko’s still mad, and Satoru doesn’t like-”

“They’ll live. I think it would be good for you to spend some time with your friends, and I know he’s a part of that for you.”

“Are you sure?”

The blonde hums affirmatively. “I’m sure he could use a distraction.”

Staring out your windshield at the row of cars parked ahead of you, you find yourself nodding. “I’ll try.”

“Good. Drive safe.”

“I will.” Before shutting the door as your friend stands upright, you shoot him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Kento.”

He simply smiles as you make your way home to change before work.

–

You’re exactly eighteen minutes late when you barrel through the door of your office, earning a few stares as you pant when you collapse into your chair in Yuki’s office. She raises a brow at you, glancing at the time.

“Girl, how many times do I need to tell you that you can be late?”

Your chest heaves dramatically as you shake your head. “I need to make a good impression,” you breathe between heavy pants.

“No one’s counting twenty minutes against you,” she quips with a smirk, tapping the edge of her screen where her clock would be with her pen. “You’re still in school, anyway. Everyone knows you’ve got shit going on,” she shrugs, resting her elbow on the table as she leans on the ball of her palm.

Do you ever.

“I know, but-” you pause, unable to find a truly good reason behind your rush to get to work.

“Relax. Maya’s not here right now and I’m your boss, so-” she cuts herself off with a carefree shrug, picking up her coffee. 

Your eyes trail to the corner of your desk where, for the past month or so, your café order has been waiting for you, courtesy of Sukuna. The spot is empty, and usually on the days where it is, Sukuna wouldn’t be far behind, with the beverage in-hand or an invite to join him at the café.

Today is the second day since he began at the publishing house where that hasn’t been the case. The only other day was last Thursday, when he couldn’t be at work and chose to spend the day with his brothers.

Your lips purse at the thought and you twist in your seat to peek out the door. His office is shut, the window that offers a peek into his little nook of the office has blinds shuttered, with no way to tell whether he’s inside or not.

Yuki raises a brow as you turn your attention back to your desk. “No coffee today, huh? You two back to being ex-friends?” She teases, the reasoning behind Sukuna’s absence last week unbeknownst to her.

Your face falls as you open your laptop, sighing as you catch a glance at the clock. It’s not even eleven and it feels as though you’ve had a full day’s worth of stress already.

Though, maybe starting out the day with the realization that you missed a deadline and crying over it should have been the first sign that today would be a bad day.

“No, we’re good,” you assure Yuki. “It’s just been a tough few days,” you admit, omitting any further information.

Sensing your earnestness, Yuki sits upright, her expression morphing to one of sympathy. “Well, if you need anything, I’m here.”

“Thanks,” you smile, grateful when she lets you put your focus into your work. It serves as a valuable distraction from everything on your mind. Between your missed deadline, your less-than-ideal pace of catching up in your classes, and Kento’s words echoing in the recesses of your mind like some sort of mantra you can’t escape, the moment of genuine focus doesn’t come without difficulty.

Still, you’re able to finish up some edits on your current work and send it along for review to Yuki, who pouts dramatically at you, before deciding to head to the lunch room.

Your heels click on the floor as you make your way out of the office, a bag filled with your lunch held within your palms as you find yourself pausing just outside of your destination. No one is in the lunch room just yet, and your eyes trail to the right where Sukuna’s office lies.

No sound comes from within, and you figure he likely isn’t there, but your curiosity gets the better of you. Twisting on your heel, you find yourself gingerly knocking at the door, hoping, praying, that your friend is within. Any opportunity to check on him that might ease even an ounce of your worries would go a long way for your mental well-being.

When there’s no answer, you chew on your lip as you stare down at the handle, testing whether the room is unlocked as you pull it down. The door clicks as it unlatches, creaking open with a squeak of its hinges.

You peer through the gap, blinking at just how dark it is within the office. The blinds are pulled shut not just in the windows that he shares with the interior of the publishing house, but the windows to the outside as well. The only hint of light is what peeks through the blinds, slivers of the outside world cascading over the surfaces within. The stillness of the air within offers a small corner away from the clacking of keys and scribbling of pens, but what you don’t expect are the soft snores accompanying it.

Pushing into the office, your eyes widen at the state it’s in, and who’s at the center of it all.

Paper is scattered across the floor, along with a couple of pens and some paper clips, but hunched over the desk fast asleep in the heart of the room is your friend. His soft snores penetrate the air, his head resting on his forearms, crossed beneath his face, a thin sheen of sweat slick on his exposed skin. His hair is disheveled and his shirt is wrinkled and pleated more than usual. He’s surrounded by a multitude of paper cups, enough to say he should probably be awake right now with the amount of caffeine he’d pumped into his system.

Your heart pangs at the sight. You honestly hadn’t expected him to be here at all, you’d figured that he would stay home and take some time to himself, maybe focus on his meeting with the lawyer tomorrow, but that isn’t the case at all. He must have attempted to bury himself in his work, unable to slow down for even a moment.

You shut the door behind you, careful not to make a sound as you set your lunch on the edge of his desk and lean down to pluck the paperwork off of the floor. You can just barely make out Sukuna’s writing scrawled across some of the pages, mostly detailing edits he wants to make on his own work, but one in particular catches your eye.

One of the pages is crumpled, it looks as though Sukuna must have had the intention of tossing it out, before he flattened it to use as a notepad. Lazily scrawled across the page is a variety of equations and calculations, with titles beside each total.

Groceries. Rent. Internet. Phone Bill. Lawyer.

The calculations beside the scrawl of ‘Lawyer’ are crossed out a number of times, each number higher than the last. Dread settles in the pit of your stomach as even the final number is scratched out. You can’t make out exactly how much it is, but it’s well in the tens of thousands at this point based on the amount of digits he’s scratched out.

Frowning, you tuck the page within the rest of the paperwork, uneasiness settling in your chest as you get back to your feet. Delicately setting the paper on the edge of the desk, you chew on your lip as you begin popping lids off of each of the empty cups of coffee, stacking the paper cups within one another and tossing them all out.

Gathering the pens and paper clips on the floor, you set those where they belong in a small cup on his desk as well while you contemplate whether you should wake him. On one hand, you want him to sleep, but on the other hand…

His poor back. And neck. He should be home if things are this bad.

Your throat tightens as you make your decision, slowly approaching the man’s desk. Setting your hand gently on his bicep, you shake him softly.

Sukuna groans, his face immediately twisting into a deeply grumpy scowl as he swats you away. You pull your hand back, grimacing as he shuffles and turns his head away from you. “Fuck off,” he mutters.

Good thing you found him and not your boss.

“You should go home and get some rest,” you try to encourage the mostly-asleep man, praying your voice may rouse him from his fatigued state somewhat.

He groans, letting out a breath as he peeks an eye open to see you standing over him. He squints hard as you pull him from his slumber and you swear there’s an almost cartoon-ish bubble popping over his head as his sleep is interrupted.

He pushes up into a seated position, leaning heavily on his forearms. The remnants of sleep remain indented in his cheek as the outline of the fabric of his shirt dimples his skin. Yawning, the man leans back in his chair, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before pushing his long hair from his vision.

“What do you want?” He grumbles from behind his hands as he rubs them over his drained features in an attempt to wake up. He’s clearly bone-tired and very grumpy now that you’ve awoken him, you can’t imagine he’s intentionally throwing an attitude around with you.

“I came to check on you,” you express, tilting your head to the side in an attempt to get a better look at him in the low lighting. “I didn’t think you’d be here today.”

Sukuna huffs, leaning forward as he rests his forehead on his knuckles, propped up by his elbow. His gaze is trained on the wood grain of his desk. “What time is it?” He mutters out the question, casting your concerns aside.

“Almost noon.”

“Noon,” he repeats, unmoving. “Tuesday?”

“Um- Yeah,” you affirm, your brow furrowing at his reaction.

He lets out an exasperated huff. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath. Dazed, he raises his head, finally getting a look around his office as he begins to come to, though he’s still squinting, even in the low light. You can just barely make out tears on his lash line as he yawns.

Your lips purse as realization passes over you. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep here,” you mumble.

“You cleaned up,” he mutters, ignoring you.

“I- Yeah. Sukuna, you didn’t sleep here, did you?” You push again, taking a step towards his desk.

“It was just s’posed to be a nap,” he grumbles, tapping on the screen of his iPad and squinting harder as the time flashes up at him. “Christ.”

Blinking at him in shock, you can’t help but go back to the subject that he keeps on frustratingly brushing off.

“You didn’t go home last night?”

Finally processing your concern, he stares you down. “No.”

“Why not?”

Sighing heavily, he massages his temples, fighting off an oncoming headache. “Had deadlines to meet n’ needed money to meet with the lawyer tomorrow,” he mumbles out an explanation.

Blinking in horror at the immediate repercussions of losing his brothers, you feel your worries twist in your stomach and lurch up to your throat. Sukuna can play off as much as he wants that he’s just trying to catch up, but you can see within the crimson of his irises that he’s lost. Trying to find some sort of purpose, something to do.

And you get it.

It happened to you when the two of you fought. When you had to relearn your own hobbies and allow yourself to enjoy your spare time once again, but this is beyond that. This isn’t a few months’ worth of friendship and constant time spent together, this is a man who’s spent years with no spare time, skipping out on sleep in favor of providing for his brothers. This is a man who taught himself to thrive under pressure for the sheer sake of survival.

Now, the pressure remains, but his time is tenfold. How is anyone meant to unlearn a work ethic so ingrained into their system at the snap of a finger?

When you’re busy with life’s obligations, it’s easy to be willing to lose sleep to find time for yourself and your passions, but when that life is ripped from the fabric of your being, it feels downright wrong to spend any spare time indulging in oneself.

And for someone like Sukuna, someone who feels he’s failed everyone around him, that feeling only increases tenfold. It exists on the outer edges of his psyche, sticking to him like glue and threatening to pull him under. It’s a painfully suffocating way to live.

Swiping your tongue across your lower lip, your gaze falls to the blinds. “Can I open those?” You ask, pointing behind him.

He grunts, the barest of shrugs following it.

Moving past him, you pull the blinds open on his window, letting the overcast light pour into the room. Sukuna rubs his eyes behind you, squinting to adjust to the light.

Standing behind him, you frown. “Why don’t you go home?”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?” You push, your brow furrowing with how painfully stubborn this man is.

“Missed almost a week. Gotta make up for it,” he replies almost robotically, rolling his neck. It pops as he picks up his iPad, not sparing a moment as he gets back to it.

Making your way back around to the front of his desk, you worriedly take in his features as daylight streams in, illuminating the surfaces of his office. The thin sheen of sweat remains on his skin, clinging to his forehead in a way that makes him look sickly. Paired with a gaunt and empty expression and dark circles under his eyes that resemble bruises, you can only imagine the pain he’s going through.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Sukuna’s gaze rises slowly, before trailing to the side as he considers your question. Sighing, he rubs his forehead. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “Dunno, princess. I had a protein bar at some point last night.”

Your gut twists in further horror at the revelation. “You’re gonna make yourself sick,” you mumble.

He lowers his hand from his forehead, staring blankly at you as he remains silent. His eyes flicker across your features as you stand your ground. When you don’t receive a response, you move to the edge of his desk, digging into the bag you’d left on the surface when you entered the room. Pulling out your lunch, you set it on the desk and slide it across to him.

“I’m not eating your lunch,” he gruffs, staring at the tupperware.

“You’re not. I packed it for you.”

Anyone else might present such a fact as defiance, but Sukuna knows you too well. It’s done out of the kindness of your heart, because you hate that he never brings lunch. Since the day you first shared your lunch with him, of course he’s taken notice that you always seem to conveniently have too much food, it’s only now that you’re acknowledging it not as too much food, but as a purposeful decision to bring extra for him.

He swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he stares down at the tupperware. You plop yourself down in a chair in front of his desk, leaning back as you begin eating your leftover pasta salad, forcing Sukuna to sigh. Languidly, he frowns as he takes a hold of the tupperware, popping it open to leftover pizza. The smell alone is enough to make his stomach grumble, and he allows himself to give in, leaning back in his chair.

The room is silent aside from the sound of your fork against plastic as you eat. As hungry as his stomach made him sound, Sukuna struggles to find an appetite, eating in slow motion. You finish far before him, snacking on some fruit you’d packed alongside the two meals. You offer him some, but he shakes his head.

Between bites, you find yourself watching the uncharacteristic way that Sukuna moves. It doesn’t seem like he’s given up. He wouldn’t be working so hard even now if he had, but everything from the way he carries himself to the empty look in his eyes is worse than anything you’ve seen from him over the course of the past few months.

This isn’t distance, or being lost in his own head, this goes beyond that. It’s as though defeat is battering him down and even if he refuses to fall, his body and mind are still taking the brunt of the damage.

“How did yesterday morning go?”

Sukuna stops dead in his tracks, his hand hovering over another slice of pizza. He bites down on his lip as the memory of Yuji screaming out for him is enough to make him shudder. He sucks in a shaky breath, feigning nonchalance as he grabs the slice.

“Fine,” he gruffs, staring blankly at the desk in front of him.

You blink, taking in how tense his jaw is as he forces another bite of food into his mouth. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see through his lies. Either way, he obviously doesn’t want to talk about it, so you move on to your next concern. “Are you okay, Kuna?”

His chewing pauses as the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He blinks, his gaze still trained blankly on his desk as memories flood his mind of the meaning behind the nickname so dear to his brothers, and now to you.

He grits his teeth, grinding them together hard as his expression hardens. He doesn't spare you a glance as his anger simmers just beneath the surface. As the pain and fear both caused by his loss clash within his mind, his grip on the pizza tightens.

His morphing expression and sudden frozen stance cause you to tilt your head at him. “Kuna?”

He knows it’s not intentional. God damn it, he knows.

But fuck if the continued use of his nickname doesn't poke and prod at that growing fear of losing his own identity. But if he doesn't let you call him that stupid nickname he used to hate (maybe even still does), then who is he, really?

Swallowing, he slowly returns to his meal, though his gaze never once moves from the desk. Trained emptily on the deep wooden grain beneath his forearms. He flexes his jaw, the tight muscles aching from the pressure he put them under. “I’m fine.”

The words almost sound as though they choke him. Worrying your lower lip between your teeth, you search for anything you can do to find answers, to find a reaction, to find any signs of life within him.

Your stare brings Sukuna’s crimson irises up from the table, his vision catching on the way you chew on your lower lip. He doesn't have the mental fortitude right now to consider the way his gaze hangs on the movement, or the way he has to forcibly tear his gaze away.

He grabs the last piece of pizza as silence continues to permeate the air. It’s not the usual comfortable one, either. It hangs as heavy and thick as the fog in his brain, clinging to you both with the weight of Sukuna’s situation.

There's more to it, though. You’re tense too, more so than usual, now that Sukuna can get a better look at you. Whatever it is that hangs over you, it goes beyond concern regarding his thinly veiled lie of how he’s doing. His brow furrows as his thoughts seem to stall.

He actually considers slamming his head against the desk in an effort to clear his thoughts, but even with the fog of weariness clouding his brain, he knows that’s stupid. 

Clearing his throat, he rests his arm against his desk, the remainder of the pizza you brought him held between his fingers. “You alright?”

“Hm?” Your brow raises, his words taking a moment to register when he pulls you from your thoughts. “Oh- yeah, I’m good!” You shoot him a reassuring smile, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you feign your own well-being. You don’t need to give Sukuna any reason to worry.

His eye twitches, but he drops the subject. Whether he believes you, or he’s too tired to argue, you can’t be sure.

FInishing up your fruit in silence, you cast a glance at the time, packing your lunch back up into the tupperware and tossing it into the tote bag you brought it in. “I should get back to work, but I’ll be back at five sharp because I’m taking you home,” you tell him in the most authoritative voice you can muster. He opens his mouth to retort, but you interrupt before he can get a word in. “See you in a bit.”

With that, you slip out the door before he can argue with you, leaving him in his office in silence.

On the walk back to your desk, you fall into step with Yuki, who happens to be returning from lunch at the same time.

“Hey, where’d you disappear to?” She inquires with a tilt of her head. Her blonde hair cascades to the side as she curiously regards you.

“I was having lunch with Sukuna,” you explain, pointing a thumb over your shoulder. “I went to check on him, he slept here overnight,” you grimace.

“You’re kidding.” Yuki casts a glance back at his office, the door slightly ajar from how you’d left it. “Was he really behind, or something?”

You shrug. “He didn’t give me much of an explanation, he just mentioned deadlines.”

Yuki shakes her head. “Poor guy. He didn’t even take that much time off.”

“Yeah… I’m gonna take the bus home with him.” You nod to yourself. “At least then I can make sure he gets some sleep in a bed.”

“Wait, does he at least have a couch in his office to sleep on?”

You shake your head.

“Oh my god, I can feel his back pain from here,” she winces in horror, rubbing her shoulder at the thought.

You chuckle quietly to yourself. “It’s not like he’d fit on a couch anyway.”

“You have a point,” she agrees, chuckling alongside you as you settle into your desk to work for the afternoon.

It passes quickly, even with a multitude of distractions, courtesy of your brain’s ability to cling to every concern like you owe it money. The amount of times you find yourself re-reading some of the paragraphs in an effort to actually understand the text laid out for you says a lot about your own well-being. It’s not exactly easy to edit when your mind keeps jumping back between Sukuna’s exhausted expression and the paper you missed the deadline for.

Still, you manage to make it through the day without falling behind, which is a relief because you’re not sure if you could handle falling behind on work as well as school.

Packing your laptop into your bag and shutting off your monitor, you wish Yuki a good night as you cross the office to get Sukuna.

When you push his door open, you find him hunched over his iPad with a concentrated expression and a multitude of printed pages and pencil sketches spread across the table. You tilt your head to get a better look at some of them as Sukuna works away, not even acknowledging you.

None of the art strewn across his desk is in a style you’re used to seeing from him. Most of his art for the covers that you’ve seen tends to be in one of two different styles. Either a character with rounded features and bold lines, similar to how he draws for his brothers to color, or in a painterly style reminiscent of old children’s novels. What lays across his desk, however, is a variety of different styles.

“Trying out something new?” You query, finally gaining his attention as his eyes flicker up to you, before he glances at the clock in the corner of his screen.

“Somethin’ like that,” he grumbles out in reply. “Gimme a moment.”

You nod, peering over his desk curiously to catch a glimpse of his current piece. You can’t decipher what project the cover is for based on what he’s done so far, but it’s also a far stretch from his usual art. Bold lines and equally bold colors come together to make a heavily stylized car on a stretch of road with cacti dotted along the background.

It’s gorgeous, but unusual.

“Nosy,” Sukuna mutters, meant to be a playful dig at your curiosity, though it lacks any lilt that could be seen as teasing, coming across more like an irritated grunt.

“Sorry,” you mumble, taking a step back.

“I’m kidding, princess. I don’t care if you look,” he sighs, shutting his iPad off and tucking it in his bag.

“Oh,” you frown, having a tough time reading him as he stands up to pull his jacket on. Raking his fingers through his hair, he pushes it back to the best of his ability, though it still lays in a disheveled manner on his head.

Without another word, Sukuna comes up behind you, nudging you along to lead the way to the bus stop. He remains close behind you as you reach the stop in silence, hands in his pockets as he stares at nothing in particular on the horizon while you take a seat on a bench as you await transit.

“What’s got you trying so many different styles?” You query, peering up at the nearly seven-foot-tall man.

He scratches at the stubble dotting his chin, shrugging. “Just felt like time, I guess.”

You catch the distant glaze that shimmers in his eyes, the way his pupils shrink as they flicker aimlessly from side to side, taking in the buildings across the road. There’s more to this, more to his weary expressions and empty replies, but he’s made it clear you aren’t getting anything out of him.

He’s strangely put-together in comparison to the state you had expected to find him in.

Sure, he’s not all there and unwilling to talk, but you had honestly expected mania. You’d been mentally preparing yourself for monumental anxiety and anger, converging into one horribly pissed off man.

But he just seems exhausted. You can sympathize with that, but you have yet to decide whether this version of Sukuna is more or less worrisome than the man who hides his emotions behind anger.

Moving along, you continue to try to create conversation. “Hey, do you want to go out on Friday? A group of us are going to the bar, you should come.”

“Nah, I’ll just-”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” You attempt to encourage him. “I got sent the details earlier today. Toji, Uraume, and Atsuya will be there.”

“I’m good,” he declines again.

“Please, Kuna,” you plead as you get to your feet at the sight of the bus in the distance.

He spares you a glance, his chest rising and falling as he silently sighs. “Your friends won’t want me there.”

“Kento invited you.”

His brow twitches as he eyes you, boarding the bus and heading to the back where there are two available seats across from one another. Sukuna leans against the bus window, inadvertently tangling his legs with yours as you take a seat in the tight space across from him.

“Since when does he want me around?”

You understand Sukuna’s uncertainty regarding Kento’s motives given that you’d shared the same question. “He wants you there since you’re my friend. It’d be nice for you to get to know one another.”

His chest slowly rises before he puffs out a breath. The window gains a layer of fog for a moment, clearing when Sukuna’s gaze slides to the side. He stares out the window silently as he weighs his options. Giving your knee a nudge with his own, he gives in with a huff. “Fine. Text me the details.”

It doesn’t matter how shitty he’s feeling, or how little he really wants to go, the way your expression relaxes and your eyes light up helps to ease his pain. It doesn’t meet his eyes, but his lip quirks up into a hint of a smirk before his temple hits the window as he turns his attention back to the blur of trees, concrete, and passing vehicles.

Sukuna’s never been particularly enthusiastic or energetic- but it’s rare that he simply won’t entertain any conversation. You know it’s been an exhausting few weeks, especially as the world keeps on moving- with or without you both- but it’s equally clear that Sukuna needs a break.

Hell, maybe you both do.

Chewing on your lip, you find yourself watching the passing vehicles, as well. You can’t help but wonder what’s going through Sukuna’s mind, what he’s thinking about, how he’s feeling- you want to ask, but the only type of communication he seems even the slightest bit responsive to is touch.

Your gaze trails down to the space between you, where your legs are leaning against one another. Moving your foot closer to him, your calf brushes his. His gaze doesn’t move from the window, but he does pull his leg back to tangle it around your extended foot.

Maybe he’s at wit’s end, but it brings you solace to know that he still finds comfort within you.

The silence grows comfortable as you find your place within his world, watching passing cars. As your stop approaches, Sukuna lazily lifts his arm to hit the alarm for your stop.

You tilt your head at him. “I’ll walk you to your apartment.” It’s more of a statement than an offer, catching Sukuna’s attention as he sits upright across from you, his gaze trailing your expression.

“Cute,” he hums lowly, “but you should go home.”

Apprehensively, you search for the words to convince him otherwise, but his mind’s made up. As the bus slows when your stop approaches, he lifts your bag from under your seat, setting it on your lap.

“Go home, princess.” He encourages hollowly as he unravels his leg from yours.

As the bus halts and the doors open, you can only frown as he gives you a nudge, practically shooing you out the door. “See you Thursday?” You ask hopefully, pausing just before you hop onto the concrete outside.

He grunts.

–

Time seems to pass… differently.

You can’t say for sure what it is that gives you that feeling, but you swear everything is either long and drawn out with no signs of speeding up, or everything passes in the blink of an eye. Classes drag on, but honestly you find yourself thankful for it given that you’re actually grasping some of the material now. No longer do they pass before you can really focus with only thoughts of Sukuna, Yuji, and Choso to fill your time, but in place of those thoughts come a dozen other worries.

You hadn’t found the empathy you were hoping for in your professor, who deemed that you would simply need to take a zero on your delinquent paper for what he claimed was your own doing. It meant pouring more time into Copy Editing, on top of what you already had missed.

Your days are long, your nights longer as you study and attempt to make up for lost time with your scholarship potentially at risk.

Work is equally stressful between having another thing to manage and the fact that every time you enter Sukuna’s office, you’re pretty sure one or two more empty coffee cups have miraculously appeared out of thin air. He was going home every night now at the very least, though if you’re being honest with yourself you don’t think that’s because he feels the need to.

After the meeting with his lawyer, he’d grown infinitely quieter. It doesn’t matter how hard you push, it’s damn near radio silence from your friend. He’s not receptive in the slightest to any attempts to appeal to him. You can see it taking a toll on him. You know him well enough to know that each empty cup of coffee is another worry thrown to the wall and another wound he’s forcibly bandaging. It shows in the way his demeanor dulls every time you see him.

If this is what it takes for him to cope, then you suppose it’s better than a world where he’s alone on the washroom floor. If you’re honest with yourself, that image keeps you up at night. You wonder if his nights alone are spent that way now, but he simply refuses to reach out, too caught up in the hollow feeling that surrounds him.

You thank whoever above will listen that he doesn’t bail on your Friday night plans, even if you find yourself feeling as though you should bail. As much as you’re worried about Sukuna, you’re drowning in your own worries now too, which is why Friday night manages to take you by surprise.

Your nose is buried in a textbook when your phone goes off.

5:38 PM Kuna || you taking the bus to the bar

5:38 PM Kuna || ?

It takes a moment for the time to settle in. Shit. You should be leaving right now and you’re sitting in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie with books stacked to your shoulders piled on your desk.

Pushing up from your desk to run and get ready, you type out a quick response.

5:40 PM You || That's the plan!

In a rush to be at least somewhat on time, you miss the message he leaves you that he’s planning on taking the bus with you and that he’ll be there in a few minutes. So, when he texts you that he’s at your place while you’re in the middle of doing your makeup, you’re running to the door with mascara done on one eye.

Swinging it open, you find Sukuna staring down at you with his signature frown, his expression stoic as ever. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, a silver chain laying across his collar bones. If it weren’t for the fact that his demeanor screams exhaustion and his hair is fairly windswept, you’d almost take him for being at ease. Those who don’t know him well may even assume he is.

He raises a brow, his gaze flickering between your eyes.

“Think you missed a spot,” he comments dryly, a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as though he can’t see the mascara in your hand.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you step aside to let him in. “Sorry, I missed your text. I’m running a bit behind.”

Sukuna quietly shrugs, crimson irises trailing after you as he watches you head back to finish your makeup. His gaze never falters as he watches you lean over the sink to get a better look in the mirror. Slowly, his vision drops, following the arch of your back until he’s openly staring at your ass.

Catching himself before he can think too much of it, he blinks, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, I’m almost done!” You call out at the sound. He grunts, though he doesn’t mind waiting.

You’re ready only a few moments later after changing into a skirt and a small, red sleeveless collared shirt, moving in a flurry as you gather your phone and belongings, tucking everything into place before leading the way out the door.

Taking the bus together finds you in a familiar position across from Sukuna, who naturally- or maybe even subconsciously- tangles your legs together.

It may be him who usually finds comfort in you, but you find your shoulders relaxing as you smile down at your intertwined legs. For once, you let yourself enjoy his presence too. With everything Sukuna’s going through, you can’t bring yourself to wallow in your own worries around him, but even if he’s unaware, his company does wonders to ease your stress.

Relaxing into the seat, you smile softly at the hardened man whose attention hasn’t left you since you barely made it to the bus in time.

He clears his throat, his expression unreadable as he mutters, “you look good.”

Your cheeks warm, heat rising to the tips of your ears as you tilt your head with a sweet smile. “Thanks, Kuna.”

His brow twitches, but he remains otherwise aloof as ever.

“You look good, too,” you return his compliment as butterflies burst within your stomach. In the moments that follow sweet interactions with Sukuna, there’s usually a wistful feeling that accompanies your longing. One that you know all-too-well as the telltale reminder that he doesn’t return your feelings, but as your heart pounds a little bit faster in your chest, you’re met with something different.

Uncertainty. Maybe even a little bit of hope, no matter how delusional the thought may be as you cling to Kento’s words from earlier in the week. You know better than to cling to what could be nothing more than a dream, though.

“Who’s gonna be at the bar?” Sukuna mumbles across from you, although you’re already only a couple of stops away.

“Shoko and Kento for sure, Satoru organized it, so Suguru and probably Toji will be there-”

“Toji? What does he have to do with Satoru?” Sukuna hums, confusion written across his features.

“Oh-! They’re really close now.”

He snorts. “You’re pullin’ my leg.”

“I’m not.” You shake your head, continuing to list attendees as some sort of pang thrums in Sukuna’s chest. He scowls down at his lap, something akin to hurt, or maybe even jealousy at the thought that Toji’s found someone to take Sukuna’s place. But who is he to judge who Toji spends his time with? It’s not like Sukuna’s been around in almost four years, there’s no one else to blame but himself.

He inhales a long, deep breath, grateful when the bus lurches to a stop a couple of blocks away from the bar and your train of thought comes to a close before you can ask for Sukuna’s thoughts on whatever you’d been talking about. It’d be a lost cause, he had stopped listening after hearing Toji’s name.

The bar is a couple of blocks away from Satoru’s frat house, Sukuna recognizes the neighborhood. Last time he was in the area was the night that the two of you headed to Strip Joint (the chicken place, of course), after leaving the party.

It feels like years ago, yet he thinks that may be the moment when it really sank in just how fucked Sukuna really was. Not just with the weight of the lawsuit and responsibility, but with you, too.

You lead the way to a sports bar, the neon sign shining brightly over the pavement below your feet, illuminating the lot in a red and blue glow. Sukuna holds the door open for you, revealing a bustling bar with the latest pop hits playing from the overhead speakers, while a number of TVs line the walls. Each one is playing whatever games are on, though it seems as though most of the focus is on some football game.

If you had to guess, this was probably Toji’s choice. It’s not as nice as Satoru’s usual choices,  but that just means your wallet gets a break for once.

Bottles of various liquors from around the world line an array of glass shelves across the back of the establishment, a pale and worn counter spread in front of the bartenders. They push drinks across to various patrons, each bottle replaced with a clink as it hits the glass shelf.

Tucked in the corner is a large ‘U’ shaped table with a larger group than you had originally expected.

Suguru, Satoru, Toji, a man you don’t recognize, Uraume, Atsuya, Yu, Kento, Shoko’s friend Iori, Shoko, and finally space for you and Sukuna, last to arrive thanks to your inability to tell time. Your tattooed friend signals for you to slide in first beside Shoko and across from Satoru and Toji. It’s a tight squeeze, leaving your thighs and shoulders brushing.

As you greet your friends, Sukuna silently evaluates the table. He knew his friends began to merge with yours at some point, but even then he hadn’t realized to what extent, as Uraume and Suguru happily converse from across the table as though Toji, Satoru, and one of the business students Sukuna scarcely recognizes as Shiu aren’t sitting between them having a conversation of their own. That feeling from earlier twists within his stomach again as Toji barks a laugh at something the business student says.

Shoving the feeling down, he picks up a menu, scanning it for the cheapest drink with the highest alcohol content.

While most of the table share surprised glances at the sight of Sukuna, Satoru doesn’t hesitate to make his feelings known, much to your dismay.

“I don’t remember sending an invite out to you,” the frat boy pointedly glares across the table, challenging Sukuna’s presence.

It doesn’t matter how many pieces of Sukuna have vanished. It doesn’t matter how many are scattered across the floor, bent, broken, and not worthy of fixing.

Sukuna doesn’t back down from a challenge.

“You gonna cry about it?” His words don’t even have venom, there’s no real ill intent behind them. He’s not having fun rising to the challenge of a fellow student like he would have so many months ago. His words are meant only to keep up the reputation that even at his lowest, he refuses to tarnish.

Satoru, on the other hand, takes the bait. He wants the challenge. You’re pretty sure to some extent they enjoy egging one another on, but there’s no gleam in Sukuna’s eyes this time. He leans back, slumping in the seat with crossed arms as Satoru scoffs.

Ignoring Sukuna’s hollow taunt, he continues. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot you think you get to treat everyone like shit and still show up unannounced.” His voice rises enough that it pulls the rest of the table from their conversations, all eyes on a charged up Satoru and drained Sukuna.

Red irises flicker down to the menu once more as Sukuna prays the waiter arrives soon. He needs a drink to handle Satoru on a good day, but now?

He’s not even angry with the man across the table from him for putting him on the spot in front of everyone. He’s completely devoid of any real opinion over whatever Satoru has to throw at him, because Sukuna knows.

He knows he treated you like shit. He knows he treated Toji like shit. Satoru’s reminder doesn’t open that wound any further, it’s already bleeding at the sight of Toji replacing him (rightfully so).

But Sukuna can’t let Satoru know just how low he’s gotten. He’s too prideful for that, still. “Yeah, lucky me,” he neutrally replies.

Satoru’s brow twitches into a furrow. Sukuna’s replies, although exactly what Satoru was fishing for, aren’t filled with the bravado he’s come to expect. Unfortunately, the frat boy just never knows when to drop something.

“That’s it? Lucky you?”

“Satoru-” Suguru attempts to interrupt, with a hand on his friend’s shoulder, but he’s shrugged off as the white-haired man continues.

“No, fuck that. You think you get to parade around and piss everyone off, then drop out and we’ll all just- what? Forget about it?”

Sukuna’s eyes zero in on Satoru again, a nerve struck at the mention of dropping out. His lip curls into a snarl as he replies. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

“You made it my fucking business when I had to start placing bets on whether or not she’d be crying every day at lunch!” Satoru snaps back, bringing the table to a deathly silence as he points in your direction.

You shrink in on yourself as Sukuna pushes up from the end of the table. “I should go,” he mutters under his breath. Anything else, god, anything else and he might have a retort, but with you sitting beside him as proof of his errors, he doesn’t have it in him to disappoint you by fighting with your friend anymore.

“Satoru, that’s enough,” Kento’s authoritative voice rings out across the table. He fixes the frat boy with a glare, locking eyes with Sukuna who’s one turn of his heel away from leaving. “Sukuna, I invited you. You’re welcome here.”

“What the hell, Kento-”

“Shut up, man,” Toji grunts beside Satoru, nudging him. Fire rages behind his eyes as he watches Sukuna’s gaze round the table, before landing on you. The table’s attention shifts, all pairs of eyes watching a silent exchange.

You stare up at him with a pretty pout. Regardless of Satoru’s (somewhat) good intention to protect you from Sukuna, he’d still called attention to something that you can’t deny. Sukuna had hurt you. Regardless, there’s a plea behind your eyes.

“Stay.”

Sukuna’s never been particularly good at denying you. His gaze flickers to Kento, who gives him a minute nod, and Sukuna takes a seat once more, ignoring Satoru’s glower.

The table returns to chatter after a moment as both men quiet down. You reassuringly nudge your friend beside you, but his attention is given in full to the menu beneath his fingertips as he leans over the table, his forehead on the ball of his palm.

As a waitress pops by to take orders, everyone gets a variety of different cocktails and beer. You order a Moscow Mule, while Sukuna just shrugs and says he’ll have the same. Before the waitress can leave, he stops her and requests Everclear in place of whatever smoother Vodka they may have used.

You may not drink often, but you recognize the name well enough to know what the intention of Everclear is. It tastes like shit, at the cost of being just about one of the most alcoholic drinks you can get in a restaurant.

You blink in surprise at his request, lips parting. “Are you okay?” You whisper, leaning close enough that he can feel your breath fanning his collar.

“Peachy,” he grumbles, clearly still frustrated over the debacle with Satoru.

Shoko, likeminded, leans over to ask you whether he’s okay as well, keeping her voice low as she mutters the question in your ear.

You shrug, sharing her worried glance.

It doesn’t matter that Shoko still isn’t thrilled with Sukuna, ordering Everclear at a friendly get-together after getting into it with Satoru is enough to make anyone’s warning bells sound. “How’s he been lately, anyway?”

Casting a glance at Sukuna, who’s turned towards the TV behind the bar, away from the table, you hesitate. What the hell are you supposed to say to that? ‘Oh, you know. I don’t think he’s slept in a week, I watched him break down multiple times, and- oh! How could I forget? He lost custody of his only family’.

That’ll go over well.

Turning back to Shoko, you lean in close enough to keep yourself out of earshot of the rest of the table. “If you mean towards me, he’s been…” you pause, searching for the right word, “sweet.” You’re not sure if it’s exactly the descriptor that’s the most fitting, but as far as Sukuna goes, he’s been sweet to you.

“And in general?”

It’s a dumb question and she knows it as she sees his Moscow Mule get set on the table, watching in horror as he downs at least half of it without so much as blinking. It could be water for all you know based on his reaction, or lack thereof.

“Scratch that. What the hell happened?” She changes her question as Sukuna leans back against the table, his eyes trained on the football game.

“What didn’t?” You groan as Sukuna drowns his shortcomings in alcohol.

“That bad?”

“Whatever you’re imagining, it’s probably worse.”

Shoko raises a brow. “Well, shit.” She chews on the inside of her cheek, contemplating his well-being. Setting a hand on your forearm, she turns her attention to you. “How are you doing? I feel like you’ve been dodging my texts to hang out.”

Groaning, you lift your gaze to the ceiling as your voice returns to a normal volume. “I’m so sorry about that. I missed a deadline on a paper and I’m super behind.”

“Shit,” she hums thoughtfully, pulling an olive from her drink and popping it in her mouth. The toothpick it was skewered with rests between her lips as she continues. “How behind are we talking?”

“Enough,” you chuckle dryly. “The prof won’t let me make up the paper I missed, so I basically need an eighty-five or higher on the final if I don’t wanna hear from an Academic Advisor about withholding my degree or making me pay for the semester for violating the scholarship’s terms.”

“Asshole,” she scoffs in reference to your professor. “Eighty five, huh? Guess it could be worse.”

You nod. “At least this is my last semester.”

“Lucky,” she quips with a wry smile. “Doesn’t your scholarship help with job placement, too?”

“Mhm. The company that sponsors it has a lot of connections, it’s probably how I got my internship in the first place.”

“I thought you just applied there normally.”

“I did,” you affirm, taking a sip of your drink. “But my applications mentioned that I have a Kamo Corporation scholarship, so they probably just chose me because of that,” you shrug.

“That’s a bleak way of looking at it,” she mutters, shrugging as she downs the first half of her drink. “Do you like it there?”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you grin. “It’s great, wait- I need to catch you up on the office drama,” you excitedly tell her, launching into conversation.

The table begins to mellow as alcohol flows through the blood of everyone at the table after the first round of drinks. With the first sip of his second drink of what may as well be disinfectant, even Sukuna loosens up somewhat as you find him leaning a bit closer, his demeanor calm as listens in to your explanation of your shitty coworker Reggie and his antics. He even chimes in every so often to offer a detail about the office, earning the occasional laugh from Shoko and Iori, who joins the conversation as well.

Midway through his second drink, Sukuna even finds himself feeling okay for the first time this week. The haze of liquor enshrouds his mind and blocks out shitty memories, bringing with it a comfortable buzz that allows him to relax. The pain dulls, sedating the voice at the back of his head screaming that he’s a failure, until it’s nearly mute, and with each sip he finds himself chasing the quiet that it brings him.

It’s funny, that in the far corner of a noisy sports bar with some top forties hit blaring over the speakers, he finds a slice of tranquility. By his third drink, he’s even comfortable.

As the conversation shifts to Shoko’s odd classmates and Kento and Yu end up chiming in, you turn to Sukuna.

“How are you feeling?”

Hazy eyes shift towards you as his chin remains leaning on his palm. “Okay,” he replies simply, though it’s the first time he’s sounded convincing in a while.

You inspect his features, but there’s no crease between his brow, no slight downturn of his lips, and no anger hidden within his eyes. He looks at ease. Whether or not that’s something to be happy about, you have yet to decide. Of course you want him to be able to relax and you had figured a night out would do his mental health good, but something tickles at the back of your mind.

Like an itch you can’t scratch, the reminder that he’s casually sipping on Everclear remains there no matter how hard you try to shake it. It’s not exactly something you can ignore, not when he orders his third drink. You eye his glass, uncertainty and concern brimming in your chest.

That’s the equivalent of, what? Six normal drinks? Seven, maybe even eight? All within the span of an hour, and you’re barely halfway through your second.

“Are you sure?”

Sensing your unease, he swirls his cup momentarily, sitting up and nudging you with his thigh. “Positive, princess.”

You can’t help but feel as though he’s chasing answers at the bottom of a bottle. Either that, or he’s searching for a way to cope that doesn’t leave him hollow.

Though, looking at the way his eyes don’t leave you for a moment, you wonder if there’s something deeper to it. Like he’s not just searching for a way to cope without leaving him hollow, but also way to cope without stretching you to your limit. Like he’s trying to spare you from being pulled under by his ocean of problems.

You’ve watched him tear himself apart and offer pieces to those around him until he has nothing left to give, is this the culmination of it all? A man who seeks sedation in order to hide from the fact that there are no pieces of himself to pick up at the end of this all? Because the man who used to only know how to take has given so much that there’s nothing left?

You and Toji hold the last two pieces left of himself. You protect whatever is left of the Sukuna you’ve grown to love, and his connection to Toji remains tense, at the end of the day.

Worst of all, he won’t allow you to give it back, like it’s easier to simply observe what happens around him while he slowly fades away.

Trauma shaped him into a man who reacted with anger out of fear in order to protect himself. At the end of the day, it never mattered how tired he was, he would fight to protect the care and joy he still carried within. When you came along, you provided respite, allowed him the chance to take a breath and relax.

But new trauma tore that away, and as it tears and rips at the shreds of him that remain, you can only watch as the man filled with joy and care disappears, leaving only the anger, the anxiety, and worse still, complete and utter lack of- well- anything at all.

You should be happy to see him relaxed. Hell, you are. It was your first thought upon seeing the tension in his shoulders dissolve, but somehow, this is worse.

Chewing on your lip, you set your hand on his wrist, sliding your fingers beneath the sleeve of his leather jacket. He’s warm, even more so than usual, his eyes sliding down to the feeling of your hand on his skin, smoothing along his tattooed skin. His pupils are so blown his eyes are almost completely void of the familiar crimson.

You know he won’t talk to you about what happened when he lost the kids. No matter how hard you push, he’s locked that memory away and refuses to bring it to light, as though if he dares to let it out, it might hurt him again. But there has to be something going on that you aren’t privy to, because you don’t know how to navigate a world where Sukuna still seeks your comfort, but you don’t know how to provide it.

“How are things going with Ms. Harte?” You query, brow drawn together in concern for your friend as you try to pull answers from him.

Foggy eyes meet yours, flickering down to your lips that are drawn into a frown. Tearing his eyes from your lips by force, he casts a glance around the table to make sure no one is listening. Still, his answer doesn’t give you much to work with.

“Fine.”

It sucks. Everything about his completely numb responses sucks. There’s no bigger, wiser word to be used.

It fucking sucks.

How many times has he brushed you off, this week alone? You can’t say for sure, you lost count the day you found him asleep in his office. But even then, he gave you more to work with than this.

So, what really happened with his lawyer?

“I don’t believe you,” you mutter, causing his drunken numbness to falter. A crease forms between his brows as he evaluates your expression, filled with concern.

His jaw clenches before he takes another sip of his drink. Whatever he’s wrestling with mentally, it dissolves as Everclear numbs him. “Things… don’ look good,” he admits, his words slurring as he stares straight through you. He’s clearly even more drunk than you realized.

“What happened?” You push.

He checks again that no one is listening in. “‘S hard t’ guarantee a fair trial,” he shrugs. “We got three weeks t’ submit a retrial ‘r whatever, but-” he cuts himself off, shrugging again. “Not like we got any new evidence.”

Keeping your voice low, you lean closer to Sukuna. “Are you okay? Like, really.”

He tilts his head to the side, his judgement clouded by enough alcohol to sedate a bear. His eyes take no time in locking onto your lips. “‘M fine.”

Fine. Fine. Always fine.

“God, Sukuna,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat and breaking him from his stupor. “You’re so frustrating. I just wish you’d talk to me.”

His expression doesn’t change as he watches you. You wonder how much of this he can even make sense of in such a state, a slight sway to his movements as he rolls his wrist over the table to motion to you.

“‘M talkin’ to you now.”

Your brow raises at his- well- stupidity, for lack of a better word.

Sighing, you shake your head. You figured his lips would be a bit more loose given how drunk he is, that maybe he might let some sort of detail spill, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

He’s completely and utterly plastered, and- oh. Oh, great. He’s waving the waitress over to order another.

What would that put him at? The equivalent of ten shots within an hour?

This is dangerous, even for a man of his stature, and it;s clear he’s not thinking straight.

“Sukuna, stop-” you tug on his bicep before he can get the words out, shaking your head at her. “Water, please. He’d like water.”

“What? No, I-”

“Water coming right up,” the server nods, catching your drift.

“What th’ hell?” Sukuna growls, turning to face you with a frustrated scowl.

Grabbing a hold of his forearm, you cling to the leather of his jacket. “Sukuna, please. Just have some water in between,” you plead.

Whether it’s the look of concern on your face, or the way he’s completely and utterly distracted by your lips again, he backs down.

You’re not a fool either, you’ve noticed. You’ve noticed each and every time, and your heart stutters and jumps and your hands shake as you try to convince yourself that he’s just drunk. Some part of you, deep down, no matter how much you try to bury it, knows that he thinks you’re attractive. That’s why he kissed you in the first place last year. But that’s not what you want, and you’re not about to let yourself get caught up in those thoughts.

You can’t cling to Kento’s assumptions about Sukuna’s feelings.

Especially not when he’s this drunk.

Begrudgingly, Sukuna sips on the water placed in front of him, finding himself staring at the table as conversation continues on around him. Half of the table is discussing future plans, which he has no desire to contribute to, while the other half is discussing how Satoru is about to become a godfather.

He has even less of a desire to discuss kids, mostly tuning out everyone around him.

“You? Excited to be a godfather?” Suguru quips, amused. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“It’s not like I’m having my own kid, I’m not ready for that!” He retorts, chuckling behind a glass of something that looks outside of your budget. “But I’d be a good dad,” he nods assuredly.

Toji snorts, amused. “You’re a fuckin’ frat boy,” he points out.

“I mean, yeah, I said I’m not ready yet,” he agrees with a shrug, “but I’ll be a great dad. Better than you,” he teases snidely.

Toji, unaffected, just shrugs. “Yeah, probably.”

It’s not your business, but you’ve seen glimpses of what Toji could be like, and you actually disagree. You keep your mouth shut, regardless.

“I think we can all agree Yu would make a great parent,” Shoko pipes up, directing attention to the blushing man who’s waving his hands dismissively through the air.

“Yeah, and this asshole would be the worst,” Satoru sneers, directing attention towards Sukuna.

The tone of the table drops very suddenly as Sukuna lifts his head from where it rests against the ball of his palm, fixing Satoru with a deathly stare. Half of the table knows. Half of the table is completely unaware.

And the half that knows have eyes wider than a chasm, horror plastered across their features.

“The hell’s that s’posed t’ mean?” Sukuna growls lowly, a newfound venom returning to him, like even alcohol can’t numb him from Satoru’s offensive words.

“C’mon, you’d be the worst here by a-”

Satoru is cut off with a cough as Toji hits him in the chest hard enough to make the frat boy reel back, bewildered. “Toji, what-”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Toji warns, deathly serious.

Satoru, confused, rubs the spot where Toji smacked him.

“Nah, let ‘im continue,” Sukuna hisses, only leaving Satoru further disoriented.

Unfortunately for the table, the frat boy’s a lightweight, and he’s already had too much to think clearly. Rather than heeding Toji’s warning, he take’s Sukuna’s bait. “It’s not that deep, he’s just an asshole and he’d be just as bad of a dad as he is a friend,” Satoru affronts, having no clue what exactly he’s walked into, even as Toji and Uraume both warn him to stop. But this is Satoru, when does he ever listen?

“You don’ know th’ first thing about me, you prick,” Sukuna barks, his words horribly slurred under layers of inebriation. The table shakes as he stands suddenly. “‘Nd you don’t know th’ first thing ‘bout being a father,” he adds, earning more eyes on your table as he raises his voice enough to garner the attention of other bar patrons.

Suddenly, the football game doesn’t seem nearly as interesting to the onlookers as the giant tattooed man about to square off with the overly cocky and confident Satoru Gojo.

“Sukuna, it’s okay, let’s just-” You ignore the pounding of your heart as you rise to your feet and earn a number of stares yourself, but Sukuna’s burning in his own rage.

The implication behind Sukuna’s words goes right over Satoru’s head as he rolls his eyes. “Oh, and you do? Puh-lease,” Satoru dramatically groans in an effort to get a rise out of Sukuna. “You couldn’t even finish college, how are you supposed to provide for a-”

“Satoru!” You call across the table, placing a hand on Sukuna’s chest to prevent him from lunging across the table and strangling your arrogant friend. “Stop, please.”

For once, Satoru actually listens, if only because he’s somewhat stunned that it’s you stopping him.

“Nah, he’s right,” Sukuna growls, a twisted smirk crossing his lips. He presses against your palm as he leans in, his skin burning with warmth through the thin material of his shirt. You can’t be sure whether it’s from the alcohol or the flames that dance behind his eyes. “Say what y’re thinkin’ since you’re so much better,” he pushes, eyes narrowing. “‘M a womanizer, got fuckin’ daddy issues, can’t stay ‘n school, strapped f’r cash, right?”

Satoru’s lips part, the fun in pushing Sukuna’s buttons dissolving as things become a little bit too real. His gaze slides between the brute and you, searching for answers.

“Kuna, come on,” you plead, pressing harder against his chest, but he either doesn’t feel it or simply doesn’t care in his furious state.

“That’s what y’think, isn’t it?” He hisses, completely ignoring you, blinded by rage. The patrons that surround you have gone deathly silent as even the ambient clinking of glasses and laughter dies from the air. “‘Nd maybe y’re right,” he tacks on, relieving the pressure on your hand as he stands up straight, some form of disdain crossing his face. “I’d be a shit dad.”

Bewildered, Satoru can only stare, his eyes whipping wildly between everyone at the table as though he might be the only one who missed the memo, but there’s a variety of confused stares tucked within your group of friends. Uraume, Toji, Shoko, and Kento all share horrified expressions, but no one else is privy to the turmoil raging within your friend.

Hell, even Shoko doesn’t know the full extent, though you’re sure three shots of Everclear was enough to tip her off to something going on.

“I, uh-” Satoru pauses, shocked into uncertainty. “I didn’t mean-”

“Fuck you,” Sukuna spits with the most clarity you’ve heard in his speech all night, turning on his heel as he fishes for a cigarette in his pocket and slams the bar door open like it owes him money.

Your jaw hangs ajar, heat searing the skin of your cheeks as you flip around to face the table. You’re met with an equal amount of concern and confusion, but Toji seems to be the only one accustomed enough to Sukuna’s outbursts to bring some sense to the table.

“Way to fuckin’ go, asshole,” he grunts, smacking Satoru on the arm.

“What the hell?” The frat boy recoils, his shoulder knocking into Suguru, who seems to come to.

“What just happened?” Suguru voices what everyone is thinking.

Chewing absently on your lip, you cast a glance back at Sukuna, who you can barely make out against the dark background of the night sky outside the door. “I, um-” you stammer, turning back to the table.

“Go after him,” Uraume urges. They give you a reassuring nod when you hesitate. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

Nodding gratefully, you grab your jacket, shrugging it over your shoulders before jogging out the door.

Your friend doesn’t bother to cast you a glance as he leans against the outside of the bar, flicking ash from the end of his cigarette. The embers sputter out on the concrete below as he takes another long drag, exhaling deeply into the air overhead.

“Are you okay?”

Another drag of his cigarette. Another “fine”.

“Don’t give me that. You’re clearly not,” you push, an air of exasperation to your tone. You can’t help it anymore, of course you would get frustrated when he just won’t talk to you.

His eyes flicker down to you now, hazy with the effects of liquor.

“I know things are hard right now, but how many times do I need to tell you that I’m here for you before you listen?”

His gaze shifts down slightly, settling on your lips. When your words begin to sink in, his vision rises again. He takes another drag of his cigarette, holding his breath as the nicotine soothes his frustrations. Between the nicotine and Everclear, he finds himself oddly at ease, unbothered by the events that went down mere minutes ago.

The wounds are already bleeding, Satoru can’t push the knife that much deeper.

He just shrugs, brushing you off. “I feel fine, princess,” he mutters.

“Yeah I bet,” you scoff, staring out at the parking lot. “You’re just drunk.”

His brow furrows, too inebriated to make sense of this whole ordeal. Shouldn’t you be happy that he’s okay? That even after his blow-up with Satoru, he’s calm? So, why the hell are you so upset?

If he was in his right mind, he might get it. He might see just how frustrating he’s being.

But all he finds when he searches for answers is a sea of confusion.

“‘S that so bad?” He grunts. “Y’wanted me here, didn’t you?”

Turning back towards him, you rub at your temples in an effort to calm down. “I did. I do! but I thought…” you trail off, chewing on your lip as you compose yourself, straightening as you face him. “I thought it would be good for you- for both of us- to spend time with friends and have some drinks-”

“That not what’s goin’ on?” He interrupts, smoke coming out in puffs from his lips with each word.

You stop yourself in your tracks, blinking. Last time you saw him drunk, he’d still seemed in tune with his surroundings. His drinks were likely spread out over the course of multiple hours, watered down by a reasonable amount of soda. You’d be willing to guess he hadn’t had the equivalent of eight or so shots that night, though. He’d probably paced himself. Tonight, though, the liquor hit him hard and fast.

“You’ve had like three times as many drinks as the rest of us,” you point out, hoping he’ll read between the lines of your statement.

“So?”

But he’s far too drunk to be expected to do that. “So, you’re gonna black out if you don’t slow down!”

He’s undeniably very drunk, but even in his current state, he knows better than to say what he wants to say.

Which, in case you’re wondering, is another ‘so?’ but he holds his tongue.

Pushing himself up off the wall, he wobbles slightly as he drops his cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out beneath his boot. Like clockwork, he moves to his pocket to light another one, but your nimble fingers wrap around his wrist, stopping him before he can get the cylinder out of his jacket. He stares you down now, his expression unreadable behind droopy lids and the slight flush to his skin.

Your grip on his wrist tightens as you examine his features. He’s so painfully calm now that you find yourself questioning if you imagined his fight with Satoru. Could this even be the same Sukuna?

Day-to-day, you find yourself wondering how different Sukuna will be lately.

Hell, maybe even moment-to-moment.

You know he’s struggling to find himself amidst the maze of his complicated relationship with failure, but it’s like he’s fallen apart and in an effort to put the pieces back together, he’s been left with gaps.

Whatever version of him it is that stands before you now, he’s bitter and detached. Chewing hard on your lip, you smooth your thumb over his tattooed wrist. His muscles tense for an instant before relaxing under your soothing touch, as though he needs it more than he could even know, himself.

Even if it’s barely a sign, you see him then. Somewhere beneath the facade of indifference and haze of liquor, is your friend, terrified to his core over something that he can’t bring himself to talk about.

“What happened back there?” You ask, your entire demeanor softening.

His mind is stuck in a slog, slowed by his inebriation. It takes a moment for your words to settle in his mind.

“He just…” he trails off, his gaze never leaving your face. “Pissed me off.”

You can understand that, you know those two get under each other’s skin. But there’s more to it, and you know that.

“He didn’t know, Sukuna,” you point out. “He was just trying to get a rise out of you.”

Again, a pause as he thinks. “Yuji called-” he trips over his words, running his tongue over his lower lip as he steadies his mind. “- called me ‘dad’ when ‘e left.”

The air stills. The stars don’t twinkle overhead. The rumbling of distant engines comes to an unsettling halt as Sukuna’s muscles tense beneath your fingers. His hand balls into a fist, but whatever mix of anger, fear, and devastation it is that he feels is fleeting. He has nothing left to give. No tears to cry, no anger to let loose.

He’s tired.

Your lips part as horror shakes you to your core. Your grip on his wrist tightens, the air hanging heavy with his confession as it settles in just how much Satoru had accidentally gotten under Sukuna’s skin. Of course, he’s always struggled separating his duties as a brother with his duties as a guardian, but Satoru hadn’t just gotten under his skin.

He’d accidentally pushed the knife deeper.

That’s why Sukuna had blown up, even in his currently indifferent state.

“Kuna…” You breathe, giving him a small tug towards you until you can wrap your arms around his broad frame. He doesn’t move for a moment, blankly staring at you as his mind catches up. That extra moment allows your warmth to envelop him and his shoulders fall as he melts into your embrace, his eyes flickering shut as he holds you tightly.

Time stills around you as Sukuna shifts, his arms snaking tightly around your waist as he leans down to your level. His breath fans your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder, letting out a long breath. Heat blooms at the base of your neck where his breath tickles you, rising to the tips of your ears. 

You’re sure he can feel, maybe even hear the way your heart races, but he’s too drunk to make heads or tails of it.

“I’m sorry, Kuna.”

He stiffens slightly as he hears his brothers’ voices in the back of his mind, calling out for him. Calling for Kuna. “‘S fine.”

“It’s not,” you pull back and his hands fall to your waist, resting as if they belong there. It certainly doesn’t do your heart any favors to have him holding you so tightly and painfully intimately. Worse still is the way his gaze holds heat that you’d recognize a mile away, but it’s also twisted with confusion. He’s staring at you with brows drawn together as though you’re a puzzle to figure out, but clings to you like you’re all that keeps him from the abyss he’s trapped in.

Feeling nothing is better than feeling everything at once. The intensity of his own emotions drove him to order Everclear in the first place as he struggled to keep up the mask of being okay. While he’ll take the haze it offers over the tumultuous water he’s been treading all week without help, you offer an escape from both.

It’s subconscious, the way he leans in closer, the way his eyes flicker to your lips as his body tells him what he wants so badly, but hasn’t had the guts to do.

And how can you not pick up on the signs? His lips part, his fingers curling into the plush of your skin as he yearns for nothing more than to let his eyes flutter shut and capture your lips with his own.

All these months, and your taste never left his tongue. He always pushed the thought away, figuring it was a figment of his imagination, but his yearning is real. Painfully so.

What is it that they say about these sorts of emotions? Drunken words are sober thoughts? Does it apply to actions, too?

But even at the brink of being blackout drunk, he can't.

Why is it that he's frozen, inches away from what he wants so badly?

Your eyes widen slightly at the close proximity, instinctively taking a step back when you feel the warmth of his chest against your own.

He’s just drunk, he’s just drunk, he’s just drunk-

The thought repeats itself in your mind like clockwork and you hesitantly place your hands on his chest, using enough pressure against the muscles to keep some breathing room between you.

His lips twitch downwards slightly at the pressure, trying to figure you out.

One moment he swears you’re in love with him still, and the next, he’s wondering if he’s read every sign wrong and Uraume led him astray. Maybe this isn’t what you want at all, and he can’t bear to step into another mistake he can’t come back from.

Fuck, he’s too drunk for this. So, he lets you press against his chest and put space between the both of you before anything can happen.

“Sukuna?” You barely whisper his name, a slight tremor to your hands against his broad chest.

His adam’s apple bobs, his tongue swiping across his lower lip as his mind races to catch up to his flurry of thoughts, but before he has a chance to reply, the door to your side swings open to reveal Uraume.

Their lips form an ‘O’ as they pause at the door, which swings shut behind them. Their gaze sweeps the position they’ve found you both in, before taking in Sukuna’s confused and hazy-eyed scowl and your shocked and confused blinking.

“Am I interrupting?”

“No, you’re good!” You squeak, stepping out of Sukuna’s grasp with little resistance. You exchange a glance with him, but can’t deduce much from his expression under the influence of entirely too much liquor.

They nod slowly, taking a step out towards the both of you.

“What happened back there, Sukuna?”

Frustrated as the same question is thrown at him again, he drags his hands down his face. His answer is largely the same to them as it was to you. “He pissed me off.”

“I gathered that,” Uraume replies sarcastically at his half-assed response, taking a step forward to stand at your side. “Are you alright?” They address you.

You nod, shooting them a smile.

Their attention returns to Sukuna again. “I know you’re upset with the loss of your brothers, but you mentioned a meeting with your lawyer. Things should be alright, no?”

Sukuna huffs dramatically, shaking his head before throwing his arms uselessly through the air. “‘T doesn’ fuckin’ matter anymore,” he mutters, instinctively reaching for another cigarette. Your skin itches to stop him, but you fear it’ll only make things worse if you do.

The chemicals pounding through his bloodstream keep him comfortably numb in the cool night air. The temperature is nearly freezing, preparing to leave behind a layer of early spring frost on the grass overnight, but none of you notice thanks to the blanket of warmth the shots you’ve all downed provides.

“Got no cash left,” he shrugs with one shoulder. “Doesn’ matter anyway. Lawyer thinks ‘s useless,” he tacks on with a puff of smoke.

Thinking back to his office on Tuesday morning, you think a part of you already knew he was broke. You’d seen the signs, but you’re sure the money can be scrounged up somehow. You’re more worried about the latter half of his statement as you finally get some answers out of him.

“What? What did she say?” You push, your own anxiety clawing at your chest as your breathing wavers.

Flicking ash to the ground, Sukuna exhales loudly, wracking his clouded mind for some semblance of the legal explanation she gave. “Courts c’n deny appeals, so she-” he pauses, narrowing his eyes as he recalls the conversation, “- she’s worried wi’out new evidence ‘r proof of some sort o’ bullshit in the trial, they might toss th’ case.” He takes a long drag of his cigarette, staring out at the parking lot blankly. The way he’s emotionlessly rattling off words makes you think that he might just be reciting what he heard in his own words, barely considering how either of you might react.

Your blood runs cold at the thought of the boys being alone with a mother they don’t know, without their anchor. The same goes for Sukuna, clearly adrift at sea without his own anchors as he slides headfirst into poor coping mechanisms.

“You need to fight, Sukuna,” you push, frantically glancing between him and Uraume. They may both remain calm, but you see through their silence. Sukuna is at wit’s end and Uraume simply knows how to keep a straight face.

Sukuna puffs smoke above him, languidly watching it swirl above him.

Your throat tightens as tears gather at your lash line. You attempt to blink them away, wrapping your arms around yourself at Sukuna’s signs of defeat. Your voice breaks when you push again. “You can’t give up, Kuna. They need you.”

“What d’ya want fr’m me?” He growls, exasperated as he turns to face you. “I tried!” He insists, throwing his hand through the air as smoke spirals around him with the action.

You chew on your lip, a warm tear spilling down your cheek as you stare at your feet. Sukuna backs down, turning towards the parking lot again as he takes another desperate drag of nicotine.

He just wants to forget. Forget about everything. The trial, his brothers, this moment. He wants it all gone. It’s easier.

Just once, he wants to take the easy way out.

“Have you looked through your files again for more evidence?” Uraume presses, remaining a beacon of calm as they set a hand on your trembling shoulder in reassurance.

“No point,” he huffs.

“Why not?”

Sukuna bristles, the constant questions getting under his skin. Is it too much to ask for a single day where he can let himself forget the bullshit? “‘Cause I did!” He barks, finally turning to face the both of you. “I fuckin’ did ‘lready!” He lets out a dry laugh. “I can’t- not again.” He grows quiet, jaw clenching as anguish seeps through his impassivity. “‘M tired,” he admits, barely audible over muffled laughter from within the bar.

You ache to reach out to him, but Uraume knows you both better than you seem to know yourselves.

“You don’t need to go through the documents alone.”

Sukuna’s empty gaze meets Uraume’s, before his eyes slide back to the parking lot.

“Go inside,” they urge you quietly, squeezing your shoulder. “We’ll be in soon.” You open your mouth to protest, but they cut you off. “Please. I’d like a moment.”

Solemnly, you finally find it in yourself to nod, wiping your tears as you turn towards the door with an uncertain glance at Sukuna. As the door shuts behind you, Uraume takes a moment to take in just how far gone any semblance of the Sukuna they know is.

“Why didn’t you say anything after your meeting?”

He grits his teeth, his grip on the cigarette between his fingers tightening. Three shots of Everclear had him thinking he’d escaped this strangled nightmare, yet here he still is, still floating adrift at sea.

When his head simply hangs as he remains silent, Uraume continues pushing. “Why wouldn’t you ask for help?”

“B’cause ‘m done!” He barks, whipping around to face them with only half as much fury as he musters on a bad day. He shrugs dramatically, his arms making a plop! sound as the leather of his sleeves makes contact with the sides of the jacket. “Jus’ leave me-” he swallows suddenly, forcing the lump in his throat down as nausea rocks him a step forward. “Christ,” he moans as the urge to vomit comes over him.

He can’t pinpoint the cause in this state, but he doesn’t want to feel the Everclear coming back up.

He can keep a straight face as it burns his throat on the way down, but he doesn’t want to think about that taste coming back up.

“What happened to the man that wouldn’t give up for his brothers?” Uraume pushes.

Holding his head, Sukuna groans again. “Dunno,” he replies simply, not taking any real time to consider their words.

Uraume frowns, crossing their arms over their chest. “I’m taking you home.”

“‘M fine, fuck off.”

Ignoring him, they turn back towards the door. “Wait here. I’ll go pay for our drinks.” The ambient laughter and clinking spills out into the open night air as Uraume holds the door for a moment, pausing before they head back inside. “By the way, figure your feelings out for her,” they jut their chin out in the direction of the table where you’re seated with your friends once again. “Don’t mess with her just because you’re drunk.”

With that, they leave Sukuna outside to mull over their words, knowing fully well nothing will sit well with him in his current state.

The table is in a general state of confusion still when Uraume reappears as Satoru attempts to make sense of what the hell he’d just unraveled. His array of questions are met with an overall frustrating silence as those who’re aware of Sukuna’s situation struggle not to give out too many details. Tough, when the cat’s now out of the bag. It doesn’t take a lot to figure out that Sukuna, to some extent, has kids.

Uraume’s reappearance brings all eyes to them.

“How is ‘e?” Toji queries.

“I’m taking him home. I don’t think he should be alone, I plan on staying the night,” they explain, digging through their wallet to pull out some cash and set it in front of you. “That should cover him and I.”

You nod, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ as you wipe your tears. They shoot you a sympathetic smile.

Sniffling, you do what you can to ignore your own devastation. No matter how much you love his brothers like family, you don’t get to call the shots. You can’t fight for them, and you can’t force Sukuna to fight.

It doesn’t make it any easier, though.

The idea of Yuji losing the only person he knows as his guardian forms a lump in your throat that you can’t seem to push down. As silently as possible, you sharply inhale a shaky breath.

It hurts. It hurts and you’re helpless, unable to do anything but cry, which feels painfully like defeat.

Even if he gives up, you’re not ready to give up. But what are you supposed to do? You can’t pull new evidence out of thin air. You can’t find evidence of an unfair trial when Kaori made sure her arguments were airtight.

You’re lost, too. In your own way.

You take another deep breath, steadying yourself as best as you can, even as anguish pushes the knife deeper and deeper, with no plans on leaving your heart unscathed.

Sukuna’s going through more, you remind yourself. You can’t let yourself break when he clearly needs you. No matter how thin you spread yourself, you need to remain strong for him. Because no matter how lost you feel, you can only imagine he feels worse.

Maybe it’s the wrong way of looking at things, but you want to be his rock. You’ll figure out your classes, your paper, your exams. You’ll figure it all out while you’re still there for him. He needs a hand, whether he’s willing to admit it or not, and you’ll be there with your hand out when he’s ready to accept that.

Even if he isn’t ready to accept it.

So you steel yourself, unwilling to fall to your own issues. His are greater, you can’t allow yourself to crumble under less.

“Let us know when you get to his place,” Atsuya chips in, chewing on a toothpick.

Uraume nods solemnly. “Got it. I’ll text you.”

Your heart drops as they turn to walk away, concern twisting your puffy features. Shoko’s arm wraps around your shoulders as she pulls you into a side hug. “Have some drinks. Have fun. He’ll be okay. You deserve to have fun tonight.”

You want to believe her, you really do.

But you just find yourself wondering how long Sukuna can last like this, lost in a battle with his own demons.

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"toji, you're gross." ☆

your oaf of a lover, toji fushiguro, lays with his weight all-but crushing you into the couch. what was meant to be a relaxed movie night has somehow ended up with your panties pulled to the side, toji's cock reaching inhuman depths inside of you, and your face wet with his spit.

he won't stop fucking licking you.

"hell you mean 'gross?'" toji squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to stick out like you wanna kiss him. "you're the one with my cum all on these pretty lips."

okay, so what if you let him cum in your mouth before sticking his dick in you. and so what if you practically made out with the head of his cock after said blowjob? he was a mess and you're oddly addicted to the taste of his release. it's all that good food you've been bulking him up on. that good food is also why he's so fucking heavy on top of you, and why he's got that extra bit of meat on his bones for you to grab onto while he leans down and licks your lips clean. you ignore the way your pussy tightens around him at the act.

"oh god you're like a dog," you try to turn your head, which turns out to be a mistake when toji licks a stripe up your cheek instead. "down boy. git' off."

"mmm, careful," toji nips at your earlobe. "this dog bites."

you roll your eyes, "this dog begs," you correct him. "and drools."

"you wanna put a collar on me or somethin'?" toji laughs when you clench down around him again. "now shut up and let me taste you."

he catches your lips in this awful sloppy kiss that you're ashamed of enjoying. his tongue rolling over your lips and tracing the row of teeth behind, just to push onwards and try to map every crevice of your mouth in the name of explorative innovation. his hips roll forward into you and, not for the first time since your movie started, toji brings you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

he stills his cock inside of you as he follows you through and cums as well, deep inside of you where he insists it belong, before giving you only a second to catch your breath before meeting your gaze in something that makes you pull a face.

"ew, toji, don't you dare—"

"i'm gonna lick you clean," toji grins, pressing his first gentle kiss of the night to the corner of your lips, before pulling out and trailing his tongue down your neck, chest, stomach... "like a good boy."

"i'm gonna start telling your friends you call yourself a good boy in bed."

toji nips at your thigh, and then delves his practiced tongue between your legs to lick you clean of himself.

"go ahead," he says, mewling like a fucking cat at the taste of your releases mixed together. "no one will believe you anyway."

[mullermilkshake]

OH GOOD LORD 🥵

[mullermilkshake]

People would assume

Part 13 <- -> Part 14

How could you?

Satoru gets his moment alone with Nanami to finally air his frustrations once and for all.

Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader Tags - Conspiracy?, mentions of pregnancy, violence, manipulation

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Satoru had waited three years for this moment. 

He knew Nanami would come back, he just fucking knew it because he couldn’t help himself. Though he had to give it to the guy, he didn’t quit and that was a great quality in a man, but Satoru was so done with his shit. 

Nanami was once his friend. A friend he respected and admired at one point in his life to the point he relied on him and trusted him, but he learned quickly not to be so trusting. 

And after what he did to you, Satoru couldn’t bear the sight of him.

“So…” He shut the office door and locked it. “Let’s talk before you go back to the big house, yeah?”

Nanami sniffed away the blood from his nose and sat up, backing on to the book shelf. “That was quite a hit.”

“You deserve so much more, believe me. Why the hell did you come back and break into my house, I thought I made it clear never to come near us again?”

Nanami’s relaxed attitude pissed him off, so calm like he’d only said the wrong thing to offend you, not physically assault you. It was a part of him that Satoru had to grow accustomed to extremely quickly, and it was an usually poor quality for someone so apparently civilised. 

When he didn’t respond, Satoru approached him and jutted him with his foot to make sure the bastard hadn’t fallen asleep. “I asked you a question. Why did you come here? I mean you searched my office so there must be a reason.”

“I came back to get what's mine, Gojo.” He coughed and spluttered a little, the back of his hand already covered in red.

You? He thought you were his, a possession to keep and take like you had no say? “Nah, you can’t have her, she’s already made her feelings known and you haven't seen it all affect her like I have. You ruined her, you just… ruined her.”

Satoru sat down on his desk, hunched over with interlocked fingers placed neatly upon his lap, Nanami stayed where he was, his breathing laboured, but not enough according to Satoru. It just made him want to kick him more.

“I didn’t ruin her, you did all that yourself.” 

Satoru laughed at that, the man was that delusional. “What, because I helped her out and got her away from you?”

“I went to prison for you, Gojo… At least give me a little respect.”

“What respect did you earn? You fucked everything up.” Satoru knew this day was going to come and bite him on the ass and he recognised quickly that it was going to piss this guy off. It just occurred faster than he could have anticipated.

“I had your word that you would get me out faster, but all you did was come and gloat.”

Satoru recalled and often replayed those visits in his head and it often made him chuckle. Nanami in a prison jumpsuit thinking he was getting out in a few months. And when that turned into years, well, it was all just a funny joke.

It was far more than once he had visited Nanami in prison, but of course you didn’t know that. 

“Yeah about that… That was kinda the point.”

Nanami didn’t move, but Satoru saw that scowl he had turned vicious. Prison could sure break a man. “You son of a bitch… That was never the plan. I got close to her and drove her in your direction, I fulfilled that favour I owed you. I want to settle the score, you owe me now.”

It was a pretty big favour that Nanami owed Satoru and here he was, talking about it like he’d taken care of the house while he was away on vacation. Keeping a business afloat that did poorly was no easy feat and he was an idiot to think so.

“Hey man, don’t get tetchy with me, I changed my mind okay? Maybe you shouldn’t put all your trust in one man. I owe you nothing in return, besides, I didn’t cause your company troubles-”

“I didn’t cause them either, and that's besides the point… you left me in there to rot because you can’t get this woman off your mind. Was it all worth it? I had your word you would get me out.”

Satoru sat there on the desk while Nanami was below him, he was the best at that and it was something he liked. People beneath him because he was the best at making money and keeping it. “Yeah it was very worth it actually. I got what I want and that’s what’s important here.”

Nanami scoffed and wiped his mouth as he coughed. “Important. That poor girl is what’s important, and you’ve deceived her big time.”

“Deceive? No. I don’t think so. Steer in the right direction? Yes.. But you’re right, she’s really important to me. I think she might actually be pregnant the amount she’s been throwing up, she hasn’t said anything though, so it could just be wishful thinking. I plan on proposing to her too, and she’s none the wiser about any of this… and it’s going to stay that way.”

“You really have trapped her then, huh?” 

That offended Satoru. “I haven’t trapped anyone, I just showed her that I was the best person to take care of her. Everything is just slotting into place.” 

“I’ll make sure she can make an informed decision, she’ll know the truth.”

That was hilarious, it made Satoru chuckle a little louder than it should have, so much so he turned his head to the office door in case you came in at the wrong time. 

Shit. It was about time he called Ino too, not that he liked seeing him around you, but if there was no police presence soon, you’d suspect something. Of course he hadn’t contacted anyone yet.

He pulled his phone out and let Nanami stew for a while. It rang.

“Gojo, are you alright? You never call me.” God this guy was an absolute bore.

“Hey man, I need you to come over, it’s Nanami…” He put on his best breathless act. “He broke in and attacked my girl.” 

He always enjoyed saying your name out loud. “He hurt her, but I managed to knock him out.”

“Shit, alright I’m coming over now I won't be long.” Nanami went to protest, but lost his chance when Satoru hung up the phone and kicked him in the chest. 

“Do you really think she’s gonna believe your stories after what you did to her, which by the way was really fucked up. I had to keep my cool when she told me about you tongue fucking her under the desk. Yeah… I told you to creep her out, not try and fuck her.”

How he managed to stay that calm and concerned without going to throttle the man within an inch of his life was beyond him though he was proud he did, Satoru did not expect that from Nanami at all. 

“I did what you asked. I owed you a favour, that's all.”

Satoru got off of the desk and crouched over the broken man. “Well I told you not to toy with things that belong to me and you didn't listen… and to be honest, those years behind bars don’t seem long enough to show you've learned your lesson, kinda made you weak too.”

Honestly, Nanami should have gotten longer if anyone asked Satoru. What he did to you without Satoru’s permission was way out of his league and he walked too far off of his leash. So naturally, he had to teach him a lesson.

“I did everything you asked, I let her go only because of the help you gave the company during the crash, she still deserves better than you.”

Oh, that’s right. Nanami spoke of you when he was drunk, a crush some would call it, but when he saw you, he just had to have you. Playing Nanami like a fiddle was easy, it was just fate that his company's stock value plummeted and investors were fleeing like cockroaches under a bright light. 

“Maybe.” He was honest, there were probably a select few that were on Satoru’s level. “But I guess we won’t know, because I can do far more than just send you to prison to keep her with me.” 

“Big words for someone that did no work to get to where you are.”

“Nanami…” Satoru shifted his weight to lean closer. “You don’t understand the position you’re in. I’ll fucking kill you if you try and ruin this for me. I won’t let her go and I’ll gladly put a bullet through your head like a dog in the street to keep her in the dark.” 

That shut him up.

“Also.” Satoru broke the silence. “You’re a real asshole for hiding the key to the elevator leading up to my apartment; I had to sell it because of that- really liked that place.” 

Of course Nanami had hidden it, some twisted insurance no doubt, the prick was more intelligent then Satoru gave him credit for at times and it put all sorts of spanners in the works for him. He gave him that key on the premise he would return it or could recover it when he was arrested, not hide it like a complete ass and make things awkward. 

Nanami scoffed and sniffed. “Still a hard place to get into nonetheless. I needed some sort of guarantee you’d get me out but even that deterrent didn’t work.”

That guy he involved too, going and trashing your apartment. That really pissed Satoru off. Who steals underwear, and nothing else? What a freak. What was really crazy was that Satoru couldn’t believe that Nanami actually took care of the guy for him when he asked, what a good dog.

But he did think, was that guy another ‘deterrent’ too?

Regardless of that, everything worked out in Satoru’s favour and mostly according to plan as he predicted. You were his just like he wanted and in the safest place you could be. Sure there were attributes he could improve on, but he was the 'amazing' Satoru Gojo. He was perfect regardless.

“Mark my words Gojo and hear them clearly. I will make sure she knows just how fucked up you are. This is personal now.” The poor fucker didn’t even try to move and take a swing.

Oh well, those were just empty words. 

You and him were going to spend the rest of your lives together and he was proud of the act he had down to a tee completely to convince you. Happy go-lucky Satoru. Concerned and appealing Satoru that would do anything in his power to keep you safe and happy. 

Half of it was true, he did love you unconditionally and way more than he let on. And the other half, well… it was the other half and there was no point in getting into it. 

“Where is he? In here- got it.” The office door swung open. “Holy shit, what did you do to him Gojo?”

“He got me pretty good round the back of the head. He just wouldn’t go down, but he's just come round. I got a little heavy handed so if there’s anything I need to fill out, just let me know.” Nanami didn’t say a word. Ino came over and cuffed him, reading him his rights again for a second time in his life. 

How embarrassing.

“Oh Honey.” You were turned away from the office, leaning against the wall with your foot up like a little injured fox, nibbling away at your fingernail. 

Satoru naturally gravitated toward you. “I left you out there all on your own, I’m so sorry. He hurt you so much I-”

You looked pissed, eyes welling up and your finger pressed his chest. Shit, had you heard his conversation?  You weren't looking at Satoru though, in fact you were looking through him. Nanami came out in cuffs, head down low with Ino trailing behind and wrapped around his arm to lead him out.

“If you hadn't been here… I don’t want to think about it.” You got in close with him, still limping and those wet tears all over your cheeks. “Thank you for being here; keeping me safe like you’ve always done. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He caressed your cheek, stroking you so lovingly. He’d burn the entire world down for you and he was sure you didn’t fully understand just how far he would go to ensure things stayed as they were.

“You were very brave, I’m so proud of you for facing him, I know it wasn’t easy.” You nodded and leant on him, audibly starting to cry and hold on to his shirt.

Pulling you in, Satoru placed his head on top of yours and watched Ino load Nanami into the back of his car. The sight alone was hilarious. And you were still all his. Perfect. 

“I love you.”

And that’s just how life was going to be for the two of you from now on.

Perfect.

Part 13 <- -> Part 14

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۫ ꣑ৎ . satoru gojo is the type to bite during sex to coax extra noise out of you.

rough. auralism. power play. dirty talk. biting / marking.

“satoru—ngh—why’re you biting me so much?” you gasp voice half-moan, as his teeth sink into the soft spot under your jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you squirm.

your pussy clenches around his cock slick and hot, and you feel him grin against your skin, his thrusts slowing for a second like he’s savoring your reaction.

your hands are in his hair, tugging, trying to pull him off, but its no use he’s already moving to your shoulder, nipping again, the sting sending a shiver through you.

“cause you sound so damn good when i do,” he murmurs, voice low, a little breathless, his lips brushing the fresh mark he’s left.

he thrusts deeper the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room, and you moan, loud and unfiltered, exactly what he wants.

“see? that noise—fuck, i could listen to that all day.” he’s teasing, but its real, his eyes locked on yours, like he’s memorizing every sound you make.

you roll your eyes trying to keep up the fight even as your body’s betraying you, hips rocking to meet his thrusts.

his teeth graze your collarbone now, a quick nip that makes you gasp, your nails digging into his back. “can’t you just—kiss me like a normal person?”

“normal?” he pulls back, smirking his cock still moving inside you, slow and deliberate now, like he’s dragging it out to torture you.

“babe, you’d get bored if i was normal.” he leans down, biting the curve of your neck, harder, and you yelp, the sound morphing into a moan as he thrusts hard, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

“admit it—you love this,” he says voice all smug but soft, like he’s daring you to deny it. “love it? ngh—im gonna—fuck—have marks for days,” you shoot back voice wobbly, trying to sound mad, but its hard when your pussy’s fluttering around him, so close to the edge.

you tug his hair, pulling his face closer, and he groans, low and rough, clearly into it. “you’re gonna owe me concealer, satoru,” you add, and he chuckles, his breath hot against your skin as he moves to bite the inside of your thigh, his hands spreading your legs wider.

“concealer? nah, you wear my marks like a badge,” he says, voice muffled against your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm, your moan louder now, exactly what he’s chasing.

he starts to thrusts faster, his cock stretching you, the rhythm picking up as he gets needier, his words coming between breaths.

“fuck, you’re so loud—ngh—keep making those noises, yeah?”

“you’re—fuck—gonna get us a noise complaint,” you tease breathless, and he laughs again, his thrusts stuttering like your words hit him.

“good. let ‘em hear how good im doing you,” he says, serious, and he leans up, kissing the bite mark on your neck like an apology, his cock still moving, pushing you both closer.

“you close? c'mon, babe, i wanna hear you.” he murmurs, his tone all coaxing, and you nod, too gone to talk, your moans spilling out as he bites your earlobe, the final push that sends you over.

“fuck—satoru!” you cry, your orgasm hitting hard, a shuddering wave that has your pussy clamping around his cock, thighs shaking, nails scratching down his back.

he groans, loud and raw, following you, spilling deep inside with a broken, “shit—babe—” his thrusts slowing as he rides it out, his lips still grazing your skin.

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Shaving your husband Toji Fushiguro, sitting on the sink and him standing between your legs.

His large hands gripping your thighs while his eyes watch you intensely, following your every move.

“You’re having fun, woman?” he said gently, feeling your soft hands on his jaw.

“Yes i do, Toji. I like to do things for my husband.”you replied smiling up at him and noticing the shift in his eyes and stance.

His grip on your thighs tightened and he leaned in grabbing your throat softly.

“You like to do things for ya’ husband? Then why don’t you turn your cute ass around and bend over the sink to make him real happy.”

This wasn’t going to be the last time to shave your husband Toji. He even demands it…

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[mullermilkshake]

The last time.

—-Minors DNI—-

Yandere!Satoru Gojo

Tags: Breed kink. Breeding. Kidnapping. Imprisonment. Unprotected sex. Plotting murder. Cream pie.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." That's what you say to Satoru's face after you have everything ready to make your move and run from him.

It's certain that if you stay here, Satoru will trap you in other ways, and you aren't about to let that happen. It's taken meticulous planning to get to this point, earning his trust finally and getting your leash extended enough for wiggle room.

Satoru takes your statement as a challenge, but constantly reinforces the face that you aren't leaving and that this is all role play. He doesn't deny that it is turning him on, going further in gorging himself on his favourite kink.

He needs to breed you.

You aren't sure where it's come from, you don't want to know either. You've been lucky so far, despite his best efforts and bold disappointment when nothing came of it.

Relief.

The last time doing this and the last time seeing his smug face before you disappear and vanish into the night. Satoru won't ever find you, you've made sure of it.

Satoru fucks you. His thrusts are hard and unforgiving, repeating over and over how you'll stay with him, bear his children and somehow be alright with raising them for his legacy he's been pressured to fulfil.

Not a fucking chance.

You let him, taking the chance to think of all the good times you'll have after you leave, but the danger you'll be in to ensure he never finds you.

Satoru Gojo isn't as trusting as he might appear. Time and exhausting effort to throw off this sniffer dogs nose. He never seems wise to it the entire time, how you'll leave him in his bed and fight the urge to slit his throat in his sleep.

After he comes inside you for the very last time, he takes a hold of your wrist and drags you out of the bedroom, throwing you back into that awful closet he had you in when you arrived here.

"C'mon, you really think I don't know? I thought you were intelligent." Is all he says before slamming the door shut with his grin the last thing you see into the darkness.

With his come still leaking between your thighs.

Yandere!Suguru Geto

Tags: Murder. Indoctrination. Choking.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." Suguru hears you loud and clear.

He understands what you are saying, and takes it as literally as possible.

Originally, you hated the idea of being with him after he snatched you up, but he convinced you that his logic was the way forward. that he was the way forward. And eventually, you started to believe it yourself.

Now, you applaud his reasonings, even go as far as to thank him for doing what he does. You aren't sure when it was, but there is a moment in the timeline from when you first met to now, that urges your brain to enjoy it whenever he takes a life.

Almost to the point that it impresses you how he does it with such ease. Though it's most probably due to the fact that it fascinates you. You battled with the guilt for the longest time, shaming yourself against your better judgement until you became numb to it.

Numb. Like now. The last time. Suguru decides the best way to fulfil this request its to lace his slender fingers at your throat, whispering filthy things into your ear to allow the dark spots at your eyes to collect around the outside.

He presses just right, light pressure, enough to hear your gasps of pleasure as you watch all the red on his face, on his open yukata to reveal his bear chest. Yes, he had killed again, but that doesn't deter you to let the bubbling itch in your abdomen grow and grow until you can't take it anymore.

The agonising part is that he fucks you slowly, dreadfully teasing until you come around his cock and he tells you what a good girl you are.

This path isn't one you ever saw yourself walking, but you guess you're in too deep now to ever think about leaving him.

Yandere!Kento Nanami

Tags: Psychological abuse. Spanking. Humiliation.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." It's supposed to be a comment to throw him off, but to be honest, you aren't sure why you said it.

Kento in hyper critical of you all the time. There's a spec of dirt on your face, your hair is out of place, your shirt is crooked, you haven't taken care of your nails. He's always picking up on something wrong.

You fought it originally, but when you realised that you weren't getting anywhere, you stopped. Now, you let him have his say, correct it and go about your day like he doesn't exist.

It's always manners with him. Watch your posture, manage your words and stop using curse words like they command the room. Verbally, you reel it in, though internally, you scream and say every word under the sun. You constantly think of all the ways you want to hurt him, to kill him.

There are many ways to kill a man.

At first, when you asked this of Kento, you assumed he would pick up on the curse word and reprimand you. But he doesn't. He never says a word, he only leads you up to the bedroom and sits down on the bed.

He asks you to bend over, to lay across his lap with your clothed ass pointing up. It makes you feel like a petulant child, you hate it. He's done this before, because he has picked up on how you said the word 'fuck'.

Kento pulls your leggings and panties over your ass and leaves it there, bulging at the plush of your thighs. He tells you that he won't sleep with you, not right now. Which meant that he's going to make an example of you.

At least if he is fucking you, the crack of his hand making the connection with your bare skin, isn't nearly as embarrassing. But alas, he doesn't, he strikes your ass in the weighted silence, heavy with burden and humiliation.

At least if he fucks you and finishes all over your stomach, there's a likely chance he'll fall asleep. Then you can have a moments peace to yourself. Trying to escape him is impossible now, you can't count the the amount of times you have tried on ten fingers anymore.

Ten times he spanks you, cupped hand with the extra sting he likes, his free hand laying flat on the small of your back like it's supposed to soother you, but it's not.

It's to keep you there so he has control.

Kento always needs to have control.

Yandere!Ryomen Sukuna

Tags: Mark making. Physical abuse. Rough sex. Dubious consent. Shaming.

"Fuck me like it's the last time."

Why the fuck did you just say that? You think it was a way to stop him glaring at you the way he just did because you were sure he was going to make your day miserable.

Sukuna actually laughs at this, cackles even. He says that it's not up for debate, there is no chance he would ever let you get far enough to make this the last time. Because he will always find you.

You have not ever attempted to escape him, it's like he can read your mind and even the slightest whiff of a plan to leave makes him give you the look as though he would burn you alive right where you stand.

He thinks you're weak, in comparison to him, you are. But your spirit is much stronger than he assumes, even if he can see straight through you.

There's no point in trying to fight him, no chance to slip from his grasp as his nails dig in with those little present shapes over your skin. Little deeper marks when his nails are especially sharp. You're sure he does this purpose, just to watch your eyes wince no matter how much you try to hide it.

"It it's to be the last time, let's make the most of it." He says, taking you in his bed like an animal howling in the night.

Terrifying. Ghastly. A demon unlike anything you ever read in books. The cursed man believes in no boundaries, no safe words. Just pure raw sex, hormones to run rampant while he's balls deep inside you. The bare skin slaps and sucks each other in until you are screaming from under him.

He only laughs. This is exactly what he wants. What he craves.

Just what he expects from his little pathetic whore.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro

Tags: Forced marriage? Restraints. Power imbalance. Marriage. Psychological tactics. Cunnilingus.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." You said it out of anger.

You want it to be the last time. Truly.

Most days you often ask yourself how in the hell Toji managed to persuade you to get married. The old ball and chain as they said back in the day.

You didn’t realise that it meant an actual restraint around your ankle. Not that Toji needs it to keep you right where you are, but you assume it’s for dramatic effect.

There isn’t a day that goes by now that you don’t hate his guts, often questioning yourself how you even said yes to him in the first place.

It’s odd, because you don’t even remember.

Today, Toji promised he would let you out again after much deliberation. Like a fucking dog more like. It angered you, the only reason you have been kept inside was because the cashier spoke words to you while Toji stood right there and watched. How were you supposed to pay if you did not talk?

Why did you say yes to marrying him again?

You don’t remember. You only remember how he uses his tongue over your body because he claims to own it. He tells you this every time, because the difference in power between you is so immense.

You can't leave even if you tried.

This whole thing is fucked, while you get fucked. Toji enjoys eating you, pulling every guttural moan from your lips so he can savour it because no one else has the privilege to hear it. But you know it’s because he’s insanely possessive over you. It’s unhealthy. This relationship is unhealthy, yet he’s convinced you to stay.

How?

After he makes you come a few times, you’re in a daze. Is that when he convinces you?

You’re married. He gets half of everything you own. Everything you worked hard for. What does he actually bring to the table besides some misinformed ownership over you?

At times it’s like he wants you to divorce him, but still keep you here. It’s obvious he will make things difficult for you.

He always makes things difficult for you.

Yandere!Choso

Tags: Obsessed. Mentions of making a family. Missionary sex. Attempted break up.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." You have had enough of Choso’s clingy nature, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You’re tired of it.

One last time, and then you will see whether or not you would leave. The connection is there, but his protective, over bearing nature is suffocating.

Choso looks at you like you have just broken up with him point blank. You haven’t. But you are unsure of how to proceed with this.

He tells you he’ll do anything to keep you happy. He will do anything. He’d steal for you, hurt for you, kill for you. Die for you.

It’s all very intense.

You can’t live this way, you know this when he holds you, pulls you close and presses precious little kisses all over your face, your neck. He holds your hands softly, lacing your fingers with his as he leads you over to the bed.

Choso makes love to you slowly, intimately, whispering all sorts of nonsensical drivel. He loves you. He adores you. He wants you to be in his life forever, live in a little bubble, start a family together.

He wants it all with you, he says as much as he’s inside you, rutting slowly, sensually enough it allows you to clear your mind.

This is not healthy.

But how can you deny him now after he’s saying all of this?

When he comes inside you, he draws back to look down at you, staring up at him.

“I love you. This isn’t the last time, is it?” He strokes your hair and presses his lips to your nose and he loves you, it’s true.

How can you deny this now?

This is not healthy.

[mullermilkshake]

It’s from your perspective, and it matters to me

Part 14 <- Part 15 -> Part 16

You respond to Jinwoo's impromptu marriage proposal.

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“Marriage… are you crazy?” You asked, unable to process what Jinwoo had just said.

“I said it was crazy, but think about it, if we went out there right now and announced it, there’s no way the Chairman could stop it.” 

Jiwoo held your hands in a way you couldn’t register. Soft like a lover, comforting like a friend and everything in between a man and his pregnant girlfriend.

Girlfriend. The word was foreign to you. Wife? Even more so.

It was all too sudden. Too short lived to find where your true feelings lied for the man doing everything for you.

Behind closed doors, Jinwoo was doting, supportive and dealt with the heavy stuff. Any other man would have left you, and dumped you on the association's facility after shouted at him because a sock fell behind the laundry basket so there was one clean and one dirty.

Any other man would bow out ungraciously when the earth shattering leg cramps took a hold of your body and you clung to him with your vice like grip, pinching his skin out of pure involuntary pain. 

Unlike Jinwoo, any other man would have left you the minute they knocked you up just because of your cravings. Odd ones. Mashups of two different things like each baby was taunting you. Yet Jinwoo never complained and always got you what you needed without delay, even if it was three in the morning.

Jinwoo hadn’t left so far and you’d been less than nice to him.

Until now, the only times you thought you had connected was through sex and cuddling on the sofa, or in bed before you inevitably conked out on your pregnancy pillow.

That thing is so comfy. 

“What if he did though?” You asked. “You think he’d stop something so sudden- I mean it is sudden.”

Jinwoo shook his head, a subtle smile playing at his lips. “No, I think if the Chairman has any class, which I think he does, he won’t try to stop this. That way, we’re protected and there would be an outcry if the association tried splitting us up.”

This wasn’t just some arrangement. It was permanent until otherwise.

“This is insane, Jinwoo.”

He shrugged, but his face wasn’t nonchalant. He still kept a sweet smile for you. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

It did though. It fucking did. Not ten minutes ago, the man had confessed his love for you which put you into a panic attack because it was just that, a hidden confession dropped on you without warning.

He loves me. How did I not fully see that? 

Perhaps you did? You just unintentionally ignored the signs.

The subtle touches, like he needed contact with you at all times. You assumed his actions were wholeheartedly because of your pregnancy. That being said, you weren’t stupid, you knew of his feelings, but you assumed it was the fleeting crush you understood, like Hae-in developed for him. Not love.  

Love was reserved for fully integrated couples, the elderly who’d been in each other's arms for over sixty years and lovesick teenagers. Not two fully grown adults given no choice to live with each other and get pregnant.

You and Jinwoo moved in, slept together and got pregnant in the span of eight months with the association breathing down your necks. No time at all in the grand scheme of things and you couldn’t work out where Jinwoo harboured this sentimentality for you.

And how the hell did you not see it?

“But it would mean something to you, Jinwoo. I can’t- look… it’s not fair to you. I don’t know how I feel, it’s all… too much. I need time to think about it. If it works, then it might be a good idea further down the line, but I don’t want to do anything I’m not one hundred percent on.”

You tried to find the words in his eyes, they were unreadable despite his delicate half smile. “I didn’t see myself doing all of this the way I have. I thought that when I got married, I’d know it was the right time, but this doesn’t feel like the right time- I wanted to get married before having a baby and now I have two in my belly and you’re proposing on the spot… My brain’s all foggy and I don’t know which way is up.”

“It’s just acting.” He said, his thumbs tickling the back of your hands. “Don’t worry about me. All I want is for you to not be so stressed. It’s not good for you, or the babies. I told you already, didn’t I?  I’m here for the long run, even if you don’t ever feel the same, so why hesitate?”

“I’m a bad actress, Jinwoo…”

The only time anything could be considered acting was at two o’clock in the morning, a wake up sex session with his cock buried deep inside you, because dirty talk was dirty talk. But when it really counted, you just wanted to be sure. Did you have feelings for Jinwoo? Sure, of course there was something there. You couldn’t comprehend what it was and where nothing was labelled until he labelled it, it worked. But now, the title of wife was as daunting as ever.

You wanted to know him better than you did, to know about the little things and his interests that made him want to talk about them all day. Jinwoo secured you, daily. safely nestled in his arms at night between his chest and your pillow supporting your knees, the way he spoke to you in the morning with his husk sleepy voice and bed hair. It made you smile when you weren’t on a moodswing rampage because the twins had put pressure on your bladder, you barely made it to the toilet and snatched away the warmth on your side of the bed.

Only for Jinwoo to lay on your side until you came back.

Okay… maybe it’s a little bit more obvious than I thought. 

But, you still knew little about him.

“I don’t think so.” Jinwoo’s eyes softened further, observing you. “I think everything we’ve been through is genuine, just in the wrong order. But this proposal, it’s all pretend. If you’d rather it that way. It doesn’t have to be real, it just has to be legal. We can run by the registration centre tomorrow and get it finalised. If we have a certificate, then it doesn’t matter about anything else. The Chairman won’t have a leg to stand on.”

“Y’know, I always thought I’d have a small ceremony and something low key… I never thought about the registration centre.”

“We could have a small ceremony instead? As long as you’re comfortable.”

“No… No, no.” You pulled away, shaking your head to the fact this was all mad. “Can’t we just say we are? My head, I can’t take it.”

“The Chairman and all of those journalists out there will want proof eventually. Baby, it’s public record. Someone will find out. It’s just a sheet of paper, but it gives us all kinds of benefits. You’ll be taken care of.”

You weren’t signing your life away, but why did it seem that way?

“I just… Jinwoo, I don’t know.”

He approached you, kinder than ever, rubbing your bump like it was a way to connect you. “Think of it this way, it’s traditional, but also stable. For the babies.”

There he went, using the babies to tug at your heart. You still hadn't decided what you wanted to do after they got here. Well, you didn’t want to think of it… giving birth. The fact terrified you. But that didn’t go to say that you weren’t slowly getting attached to their little flutters and heartbeats with each scan as they grew.

You knew that Jinwoo was being sincere, it never helped you create that boundary though.

“I… Jinwoo-”

There was a knock at the door, multiple actually. Fucking reporters, dumb journalists. Idiots.

You couldn’t hear their questions, just their mumblings and rapid knocking. A distraction that pulled you away from your shying logic.

“Alright. Y-yes. Okay. I’ll marry you.”

“You will?”

“Mhm.” You nodded as he caressed your cheeks with his hands, cupping your face with another unreadable expression.

He kissed you, gentle and unassuming. “I’ll get us out of this, and we’ll be away from the association. Okay?”

“Alright."

Jinwoo stood back, looking around like he’d forgotten something. “We have to make it believable enough to get past the rats.” He held out his hand, a little velvet box appeared from thin air. “Here, use this.”

He pulled the lid up to reveal a ring.

“Where did-”

Before you could even ask, Jinwoo drew it near your finger. “I got it from a dungeon raid a few months back… It’s moonstone.”

“A dungeon?” You pulled away before he could slip it on your finger. “It’ll have mana, what if it makes me sick?”

Jinwoo shook his head, reassuring you a little. “It’s for decoration, I promise. There’s nothing attached to it.”

The fact was, you had no clue if anything had aura or not, it was becoming harder to see and sense it, it was like you were losing your touch the more the babies grew. You were solely relying on Jinwoo to tell if there was aura anywhere.

But the ring was beautiful, it also fit perfectly, oddly enough.

“A perfect fit.” You said, holding your hand out with an involuntary frown.

“Lucky me, I can’t let you go out wearing a ring that doesn’t fit right.”

What the fuck just happened? “Are we really doing this-”

The door knocked again, the noise getting more aggressive and urgent.

“Come on, let's get this over with. I’ll do the talking, you don’t have to say anything.”

You followed like a lost little puppy, hand intertwined with his and he led you through the barrage of press and nosey parasites who shoved cameras in your face. You closed your eyes and trusted him to lead you up front towards the mic, it wasn’t until you opened your eyes that you saw just how many people stood watching.

“Hello.” Jinwoo cleared his throat, his hand still in yours. Was his hand trembling? “I appreciate you waiting for us. We unfortunately have been put into a corner, so we can’t keep this quiet any longer.”

You could have heard a pin drop. A subtle cough from an uncomfortable patron or fellow hunter. A nervous rustle of paper or click of the shutter for notes and evidence.

How did Jinwoo talk you into this again?

Where had all the air gone in the room?

Jinwoo continued, a slight break in his voice before he cleared it again. “While I did agree to follow the Chairman’s recommendations in the beginning, I never thought I’d be in the position I am now.”

It was a lie, Jinwoo never agreed, it must have been to deter the Chairman and place him in a position, a checkmate. You couldn’t tell from the Chairman’s expression in the corner of the room, his arms folded together with Jin-chul at his side.

“You see.” Jinwoo squeezed your hand as though giving you a sign. A secret message. “We didn’t just take part in the programme and have a baby for the good of the country, or the association. We did it because we’re in love.”

The room erupted, overflowed with more flashes and shouting, all the while Jinwoo stood there with confidence capturing your eyes and no one else's. He didn’t answer any questions and didn’t for one minute cast you aside for any dictaphone or mic thrusted in his face.

“We’ve been together far longer than what the association knew of, and to support that, we can finally come out and say that we’re engaged to be married.”

He didn’t lift up your hand like a champion after a marathon, a wrestler after winning the belt, he held it close to him, as though hiding the ring instead of showing it to the world. You glanced back over at the Chairman and your breath stuck itself in your throat it almost choked you.

The Chairman’s eyes were wider than ever.

If Jinwoo noticed, he didn’t let on. “I can announce now, as the Chairman has already informed you of our delightful news. We’re not having just one baby, but twins.” 

“Hunters just how long have you kept this secret?! People have been speculating, will you address the rumours?!” 

One journalist practically screamed your name. “We can see your baby bump, how long were you hiding it with your fashion choices?!” 

Stepping back, you couldn’t breathe properly. Even with Jinwoo’s presence, and Igris lurking in your shadow. You had grown accustomed to the knight following you around, no longer sensing him like you did before.

Your eyes searched helplessly for anything familiar. Your colleagues, friends or even a fucking light fixture to bring some normality to your rapid beating heart. Jong-in. He stood over by the large support pillar, his eyes as wide as ever next to Hae-in who was just as equally shocked. Baek stepped over too with Lim and Ma, their jaws agape in unison.

Shit- shit. Shit.

“I’d appreciate it if you stepped back.” When Jinwoo said your name, he appeared relaxed. “She’s twenty weeks pregnant, stress isn’t healthy. I trust you can understand… The last thing I’ll say on the matter is that we’re engaged, we’ll be getting married soon and when we do, we’ll be keeping our children close and retiring from the programme.”

Jinwoo led you away towards the exit, ignoring the reporters and pulling his cardigan over your shoulders out into the night.

“Just a second, Hunter Sung.”

“Chairman Go.” 

It wasn’t entirely a shock he appeared amongst the roar of questions, perhaps it was your ever growing fatigue that hoped you’d avoid him, or that he’d conceded and backed the hell away from breathing down your neck.

“It seems that I misjudged you.” He bowed primarily to Jinwoo. “You have my greatest apologies. Might there be a way I can reconcile the trust you have for me and the association?”

Woah… 

“Dinner.” Jinwoo said flatly and almost arrogantly, right to the Chairman’s face. “Come and have dinner with us tomorrow. You and Hunter Woo. We can talk then.”

“Tomorrow it is.”

Jinwoo strolled right past them with you in tow, confused at the interaction. “Why did you invite him to dinner?”

“Unless he’s genuine from here on out, we have to play the long game now.”

Whatever the long game was.

VOTE TIME - The results for the last vote are in and I will be covering the birth, I'll make sure to put up TW and leave it in a way that those who want to skip can do so and won't miss anything plot related.

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Voting ended onMay 25, 2025

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[mullermilkshake]

Don’t leave me all on my own, it’ll break me

Part 13 <- Part 14 -> Part 15

Jinwoo proves to you that you and his children and his first priority.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Pregnant reader, angst, upset, bonding, manipulation and taking advantage

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"Jinwoo... is that true?" 

You ignored the rumble of excitement, the journalists shoving mics in your face and endless questions that Jinwoo couldn’t quite hear. Your betrayed look broke his heart.

“No. it’s not-”

“Hunter Sung! Can you comment on the good news?” 

“How far along, has it been a smooth pregnancy so far?” 

“Hunters, what happens now that Hunter Sung is leaving? What of this facility?” 

Jinwoo pushed past the journalist’s invasive questions and guarded you enough to pry you away from their grasp. He ignored Jong-in’s calls and stormed past Have-in to slip back into the room he'd been in before and shut the door to the world behind him. It took everything in his self restraint that was barely there not to flatten the entire room. Killing all of them seemed about as close to reaching neutrality as Jinwoo was going to get. 

You just stood there, in silence, staring at the wall in that oversized sweater hiding the twins away from prying eyes. So broken and empty, your eyes plain and emotionless despite the tear slipping from your cheek.

It was the only thing to cool Jinwoo down from erupting. The only thing, besides you and the babies that leashed his impulsivity was giving away any inclination to what his darker side was like until he got what he wanted. It was why the Chairman still had a head. Why Jong-in still had his face intact.

“This is…” How could Jinwoo tell you without making himself look guilty? Without proving the Chairman’s lies on desperation you would not take them at face value.

“Are you leaving me- putting me in that place like Hae-in? You said you didn’t want that… tell me it’s not true, because I can’t believe that…” You breath picked up, erratically filling the rooms unsettled quiet amongst the rumble behind the doors.

“I’m not.” He said, taking two steps towards you.

“No.” You backed away, biting your trembling lip. “Don’t come near me… After all that about never trusting the association with the babies and putting your foot down about help from the Chairman- and, fuck, I don’t know what to think. you say you care and have these feelings, but I saw you go off and talk to the Chairman. If you want to be rid of me, just say it. But I have to hear it from you, not publicly in a room full of people!”

You were pregnant, hormonal and therefore unreasonable. Jinwoo didn’t take it to heart despite it hurting, had this been any other time, you would have used logic.

Jinwoo couldn’t bear seeing you cry. “He dropped it on me. I told him no before he could even finish. I would never do that because I-”

He had to stop himself, you had only just gotten used to being addressed as his girlfriend, no way could you take hearing his love for you too. It was all happening too fast in one singular moment. 

It can’t end like this. 

“Because what?” You said, wrapping your arms around you and blinking the residual tears away after your curiosity got the better of you.

“I just think we should take a minute to simmer down-”

“What were you going to say?” You stepped closer, but never touched him.

Jinwoo wanted to tell you, he really did. He craved it, using three words to express himself where he hadn’t been allowed to yet. No room to spread his wings and really let himself go to embrace you and his new found purpose with no limitations.

“Because…” Even upset, eyes red and wet, you were so beautiful. What could he say to you that wasn’t what he was feeling?

“Because you what, Jinwoo?! I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m really freaking out here!”

“Because I love you, that’s why!” There it was. No turning back now.

He should never have shouted or raised his voice. That was unfair to you.

It seemed to calm you though, oddly enough. Though it could have been shock. “You what?”

“I love you. You’re the mother of my children, and you think I’d leave you in that place just to fuck someone I don’t care about? To keep the Chairman happy? Never. I don’t want to be anywhere that isn’t with you, I’d lay down on the floor so you could walk all over me if it made you happy. I’m disappointed that I haven’t communicated that well enough with my actions, but I’ll show you every day until you understand… I shut Chairman Go down right away and walked out, I never agreed to this. It’s not what I want, it’s not what I’ll ever want. The Chairman's programme can go to hell.”

You stood there, taking deep breaths into the sleeve of your sweater, which soon switched to more shallow and panicked. “You… is that… Oh my god- oh god… it’s too hot in here- I need this off- I need it off.”

Jinwoo rushed to your side and tried to pry your hands from your sweater neck, stretching the material with little whimpered cries and more tears that Jinwoo had ever seen from your eyes.

“I can’t breathe- get it off- get it off of me!”

Another mana spike came right in front of Jinwoo’s eyes, more powerful than last time. And his shadows even noticed, it triggered Igris to appear for a moment before his eyes though Jinwoo never called him forward. You however, were too riled up to notice, if you could now sense the twins aura all of a sudden, you didn’t let on.

“Jinwoo!”

He pulled your sweater off and kept you close, your limp body sobbing into his shirt, clutching at it for dear life in a wet mess. Jinwoo stroked your hair as a way to try to comfort you after dropping his heart on the room, a lot to process when the timing was all wrong

Jinwoo crouched down to the floor, you moved down with him and sat in his lap all curled up and clinging to his arm. The babies aura was still heightened, pulsing almost. They must have been responding to you, though Jinwoo was surmising, you still didn’t notice.

“I’m so tired of this. I just want to be left alone. I want everyone to leave us alone, Jinwoo.” 

“I know… I know…”

After the initial shock of declaring his love for you, Jinwoo rocked you.  He needed to do something about the Chairman sooner rather than later, this could not continue and it prompted him to take the initiative, to attempt to send one of his shadows into the Chairman’s presence the next opportunity. He could have been as perceptive as you for all Jinwoo knew, but he had to try. The Chairman wouldn’t get away with upsetting you like this again, he simply wouldn’t allow it. Though if anything the Chairman did succeed in, was allowing Jinwoo the choice to use violence.

Violence on the old man and if he was lucky, if he pushed Jinwoo far enough, he’d cease to exist regardless of the backlash or consequences. In truth, who was actually strong and fast enough to even out match him to throw punishment his way?

I could kill him and anyone else who tried to stop me. The way I feel now, I doubt I’d feel any remorse for it. It wasn't a good intrusive thought no matter how much Jinwoo agreed with it.

“Oh god… I’m such a mess. I was never this emotional.” You sniffled, rubbing your cheek against his shirt and fiddling with the collar. “You… really love me?”

“I do. So much. I just didn’t say anything because I was worried you’d leave.”

And just like that, the mana spike vanished and stopped pulsing like high blood pressure. A calm room, a calm mind. You relaxed in his arms, and the babies followed suit.

“I don’t know how to feel, I’m so confused-”

Jinwoo shook his head and watched you carefully, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Don’t overthink it. I get it if you don’t feel the same.”

Though the only thing he’d ask of you was your love in return, his desperation to be close to you switched things up, and now that need started to shift to even if you hated him. He’d still love you. He’d still commit unthinkable things for you if you asked.

“Just let me love you, let me take care of you and the babies. That's all I ask.”

“I never said I didn’t feel the same.” You said, pulling away just a fraction to look at him, nose all blushed and cheeks wet. “I’m not sure how to process this, but I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

Well, it wasn’t a ‘I hate you Jinwoo, get the fuck out of here.’ at least. It gave him more hope than anything.

The sentimentality drew Jinwoo closer to you, gently rubbing your baby bump. “That’s enough for me. We can figure it all out as we go along.”

He knew with every inch you gave him, his impulses wanted a mile.

“What do we do now?”

He wanted to keep you in the confines of this room whilst he had it out with the Chairman. Jinwoo wanted to know why a man like as himself, with other responsibilities, was going to such lengths. The more time passed made him see just how much the Chairman had changed. Jinwoo wanted to get down to it, maybe fight the man to air his frustrations as to why he wanted such an influence over his children. He was the association. So why the underhanded tactics to piss Jinwoo off?

The Chairman knew what Jinwoo was capable of, so it made no sense why he was acting the way he was.

I have to know why. 

“We’ll exchange with one of my shadows, Igris will stay with you and I’ll pay the Chairman a visit. I think it’s about time we have a heart to heart.”

You made a disgusted sound, sitting up properly though remaining between his legs. “No, not that again. I threw up last time you took me with you.”

Information like that would have been useful at the time. Jinwoo was only showing you how it worked during the early days of your pregnancy in case he ever had to use it, though he never needed to, until now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged, wiping the drying tears from your face. “I don’t know, you left for a raid before I felt sick, like it was delayed, but I put two and two together. It's not that serious. I think the babies don’t like it, like any mana I use or any that gets used on me, it’s like they hate it. They tolerate eye’s handmaiden, but that’s about it. It's passive, I have no control over that.”

“They move about more than usual?” Jinwoo set his hand back on your belly, rubbing away with his thumb.

“That’s the thing, it’s the opposite. They don’t move at all, it’s like they can’t be bothered with it. It’s only a little movement when they do, I can’t feel it outside yet. But they get active sometimes, like little flutters.”

Jinwoo was waiting for the moment you pulled him to the side and pressed his hand to your belly and wait for the babies movements, the little kicks from their tiny feet. Any day now, according to the doctor.

“Maybe their mana is so strong they don’t need to bother with it? We won’t know until they’re here, but if the data is suggesting that they’re using your mana is correct, they might not be able to tolerate anyone else's."

“”I thought about that.” You turned and leant back into him, pressing your back to his chest to which he kept his hands on you. “But I hoped they’d do well with yours at least, you know, being their… Dad.”

What a big turn of events? You’d never really mentioned Jinwoo’s role in this, like his real role. He was the twins father, he would always be. It was like you were coming to terms with it, finally accepting the best to come.

“Could be.”

“Or… maybe they’re just lazy, ever thought of that-“ 

You felt it, Jinwoo did too.

“I think they heard that.” Jinwoo stared in awe, he understood the distinct movement on your belly, a subtle kick, but it was there. “That was what I think it was, right?”

Holy shit. 

It was there, his babies. His babies moving right by his hand like they were trying to grab his fingers. Less than four months to go and he’d hold them in his arms. Four months and his life would change forever. 

“Yeah… I… did they- no they’re babies, they can’t respond, can they?”

Jinwoo chuckled, your stuttering was even cuter this time. Much better than tears streaming down your face. “I think we should start talking to them now, when we get home. Maybe they’ll get used to hearing us?”

For now, Jinwoo’s anger had melted away.

For now.  

But he still wanted a word with the Chairman. Also with Jin-chul, the elusive man who seemed to have vanished from the Chairman’s side.

“Maybe we should. That’s if we can get past that shit show out there. Honestly, it's stressing me out more than if we were just left alone... I'm pregnant with twins, not outer world beings, or gods. I get the excitement, but come on."

“Yeah. We need to think about this carefully, going forward. Something that’ll get the Chairman to back off-”

Actually, this could go in his favour.

An announcement. A big one. Huge. Astronomical. Something to make it difficult for the Chairman to sweep away. A statement that could outshine your pregnancy.

Something extremely public.

“I might have an idea that would stop all of this.” It wasn’t fair to spring this on you while you were vulnerable, or after he’d just told you he loved you, but Jinwoo saw the opportunity and ran with it. “It’s pretty crazy, but it would stop people from interferring.”

“What’s that?”

Should he? Could he? You might slap him if he didn’t ride your mood swing right. 

“Marry me."

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A well known announcement goes public

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The Chairman announces your pregnancy publicly.

At twenty weeks, the twins are around the size of bananas.

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The Chairman reluctantly waited until you were twenty weeks along to make the announcement. Leaving it a little late, the public were already starting to ask questions and rumors started spreading online as to what caused your absence.

The rumours were spot on, a hidden pregnancy from the public eye for now, and views on it were mostly positive. What sparked controversy, was who the father was.

Some lost hopefuls begged that Jong-in was the father, having already gathered two children by now with Hae-in and another hunter Jinwoo didn't bother to learn the name of, they surmised you being the third. Others spoke of Baek being in the lead over your body, fathering a child with you, though they were just hopeful romantics with a huge heart for the guild master to start a family.

And there were those that called themselves ‘team Jinwoo’, speaking out how he would make the best match for you. Admittedly, the comments and whispers made his head swell. He didn't need to be told tha, he knew full well what was best for you. 

It was him.

It was Jinwoo who battled your hormonal mood swings and crazy cravings in the middle of the night.

It was Jinwoo who let you use him when you were sexually frustrated as your belly grew bigger.

And it was Jinwoo who was slowly starting to take care of everything you needed and wanted without resistance from you like before.

He was best for you. Not Jong-in. Not Baek.

Him.

Some disagreed and hated that theory, that Jinwoo would never dream of being with you, let alone getting you pregnant. They were just haters though, swinging their dicks in the wind and despite making his eye twitch, Jinwoo ignored them for a time and drowned out the negativity because he had to.

Reading a comment on the wrong day made him want to go out and kill something. For a time, solo raids satiated him, but as of late, the bigger the babies got and more vulnerable you were, anything talking ill of you made Jinwoo want to choose violence.

You didn’t speak much on it though, not to Jinwoo at least, sitting quietly at anything suggesting you in the news or online. Even during one of your days where you'd cry non stop at virtually nothing, the opinions of the public did not seem to sway you.

It wasn’t until the day of the announcement of your pregnancy that Jinwoo found out who you were consoling with.

Hae-in, and by extension, Jong-in. By now, the Chairman had moved Hae-in to the association's facility and practically left her there. She had been forgotten. Jinwoo assumed that’s where your newfound connection with Hae-in formed. With Igris watching closely in your shadow, Jinwoo understood a lot when he took the chance to see.

Now, Igris couldn’t talk, but his presence allowed a more detailed overview that his regular shadows couldn’t produce. A window into another place. At times it was simple stuff, pregnancy things you and her could relate to. Hae-in spoke of how she missed Jong-in and for a while it seemed like she had grown fond of him and less of Jinwoo.

Perfect. 

And then, you started bringing up Jong-in unprompted. It triggered a long conversation about him and what he was like behind closed doors, his likes and dislikes and all the things that made him tick. Hae-in confirmed what everybody already knew. Jong-in was a great guy, and it made Jinwoo want to vomit. He didn’t care what everyone thought, only you, and if you still enjoyed Jong-in’s company, Jinwoo was doing something wrong.

Just like now, you flocked to Hae-in immediately during the public event and left Jinwoo standing against the wall just waiting for the Chairman to make the announcement.

“So… Twins, huh?” Baek appeared beside him, talking discreetly with a whiskey in his hand. “That’ll be quite the handful.”

Jinwoo wasn’t in the mood to talk, yet he pandered to him. “Yeah, it was quite the shock, but she’s doing really great.”

He watched you closely with adoration in his eyes and burning curiosity on his brain. Jinwoo always did love your smile, though he wondered why you were smiling so much when he wasn't there to make you laugh or see your face brighten up when he came into view.

“I can imagine. I don’t know what I’d do if I heard that news.”

Baek’s tone sounded sincere enough. Yes, the news of twins was a shock, but as more time went on, Jinwoo couldn’t see his little family any other way. And now that you were safely into your second trimester, the Chairman had cleared more pairings in the programme.

“Oh, that’s right, you’ve been paired up now with someone, too. How is that going?”

Baek nodded and sipped his whiskey. “Mhm, an A-Rank, actually. She’s nice, it’s kinda weird though. Not to mention all the pressure of being a guild master, I can relate to Jong-in now. Weren't you thinking of starting your own guild? Are you still wanting to do it, or waiting until after the birth?”

Jinwoo knew the feeling all too well. Though the first few times he slept with you were a dream come true, you and he still needed time to understand each other’s likes and dislikes and get into a rhythm. And as far as the guild went, Jinwoo did have plans on starting the guild properly with Jin-ho, things got waylaid. But in honesty, he had been neglecting his responsibilities to be with you.

I should really contact him. I'll do it later.

“Yeah, I'll get around to it after the twins are here. and to be honest, you’ll move past the awkwardness eventually. It takes time but, as soon as you see the scan for the first time after seeing those two lines on that stick, you’ll just get it.” He told him what he wanted to hear.

No one would have an experience like Jinwoo did with you, no one.

Baek pondered on those words, swirling his whiskey before downing it in one last gulp. “I guess you’re right. It’s the Chairman that’s making it awkward, I can see why you two were so stressed out.”

“Yeah, it’s… intense. Things will ease off once you get her pregnant. It did with us.”

It didn't, though Jinwoo was working on a vice to keep the Chairman away for a while. Hs stifling presence seemed like good faith most of the time, but the very sight of him made you cringe, and therefore stress out. If you were stressed, the twins were too.

“Well, I guess it’s about time I became a father. I’m sort of glad I’m not with another S-Rank truth be told, not that some others are upset by it.”

“How so?”

Baek shrugged. “Being a guild master, some people think I should have been with another S-Rank, it’s just elitist bullshit. I tend to ignore it where I can.”

Jinwoo agreed, like civilians knew what things hunters actually went through… they’d never survive any of it. “Yeah, just buckle down for now, you’ll get past it.”

“Yeah… it’s time to father up, I guess.”

A father. A dad. Jinwoo thought about your idea of letting the association get their hands on his children, would Baek let that happen? 

Jinwoo knew you meant well, he did, after he managed to really calm down he saw some reason. Yet his mind would not let that sit as an end result and stand by while his babies were separated. He’d get by with what he had and his children wouldn’t go hungry, or cold and would have a roof over their heads with you as their mother. Being S-Rank hunters, money wasn't a s much of an issue and you made it out to be. Jinwoo could sell things left right and centre as he continued levelling up, and people would buy it, guaranteed.

Different meant scary, it was how you saw it. But it didn't have to be.

You hadn’t spoken about it since that day in the car. It was still on your mind, that much was clear.

“You won’t put the baby in the facility?” Jinwoo asked, curious to his response.

“Hell no. If I’m going to be a father, then I’ll be a father.” He hesitated to speak after, but he asked the question Jinwoo really didn’t want to hear. “Are you two going to do that?”

Now, Jinwoo wasn’t about to reveal the invisible heart in his sleeve to someone that wasn’t himself or you. 

“We aren’t, I was just curious. A lot has changed over the last few months and it got me thinking, that’s all.” Jinwoo lied, but it was to protect you, to protect your delicate mindset.

“Right, I think that’s what Jong-in and Hunter Cha were thinking about. Y’know, getting support now that Jong-in’s been given more responsibilities. Hunter Cha is settling in well at the facility, apparently they’re waiting on her hand and foot.”

If they were waiting on Hae-in’s every wish, then how would they look after you? Jinwoo did wonder, he often thought about that place and whether it was truly what was best. But only if he came with you.

“Hunter Sung, I was wondering where you had gone to.” The Chairman popped into view with that signature smug smile on his face with your own name at his lips. “You’re usually by her side most of the time. Though while you’re here, I’d like to talk with you in private before this announcement is made public.”

This isn’t good. 

“Of course.” 

Jinwoo nodded Baek off and followed the Chairman into a room off of the main atrium of the association headquarters. A quiet room to the side for serious conversations, leather armchairs to sit and swirl whiskey before exchanging thoughtless words of politics and stocks.

“What is it, Chairman?”

“Well, now that you have made the progress you have, I have a new preposition for you- please, sit.”

Jinwoo sat and slouched, the way his stomach did when his gut screamed in the deathly silent room to keep his wits about him.

The Chairman said your name again more seriously. “After the announcement, I will put through the paperwork to move her to the facility with Hunter Cha…”

No, no, no… 

“Twins with S-Rank mana are truly a marvel and she needs all the support she can get, we have the best doctors and equipment on site to ensure those babies are healthy when they arrive and you can visit whenever you want. I’m excited to see what other pregnancies follow suit with you at the centre of it.”

No, no, no! 

“You want… you want to split us up?” Jinwoo couldn’t believe his ears. “You want to send her away?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way so bluntly, but putting her there will allow another hunter to move in with you. I think this is perfect to really get the programme going. You can’t relax freely if she’s there.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no, Hunter Sung?”

“I said no. There’s nothing more to it. She’s not going anywhere with my children inside of her and even after that. She’s my responsibility and this conversation is over.” Jinwoo shot to his feet and aimed for the door.

“Hunter Sung-”

He stormed out of the room to find you, using Igri’s energy to locate you quickly while the adrenaline pumping through his body heightened his senses. Little did he know, you were talking with Jong-in, laughing at something he said in the right way to just piss him off.

If he wasn't already pissed off and thinking off all the ways he could explode the Chairman's head, he fucking was now. He blinked rapidly to try hide the rage he had to the side to talk with you, heading over there when Jong-in spotted him first.

Jong-in was on that explosion list too. He could only explode someone's head once, so it had to be perfect. Crushing it was one way, listening to the sickening crack and squelch of the brain squirting through the cracks as it opened. Maybe he could get Iron to do it do him, slowly enough so he heard the screams of terror.

No, it hard rot be Jinwoo himself to even get a scrap of enjoyment out of it.

Why the fuck was Jong-in talking to you with such familiarity.

“Jinwoo, it’s been a while… Are you alright?” Jong-in shot up from his seat with more than an ounce of concern behind his glasses.

You caught sight of him and climbed out of your seat as best you could. “Jinwoo-” Your face screwed up and you grabbed onto his shirt with white knuckles and gritted teeth. “Shit- shit, leg cramp- leg cramp!” 

Jinwoo held onto you and let you ride it out, spasms and back pain were becoming a nuisance, even with eye's handmaiden takin the brunt of it. 

Still, looking around, Jinwoo didn’t have the time to give you, seeing the Chairman head over to address the crowded room full of hunters and journalists. “Baby, we need to talk, now.” 

“What is it-”

“Greetings all, I am truly grateful to have all of you attend on this wonderful occasion.” The Chairman commanded the room and the mic. “As you know, the hunters association has taken the initiative in doing our part for the future of hunters after the loss of several S-Rank hunters during the events of Jeju island.” 

The whole room stood silent, hanging on every word the he said. Jinwoo watched on with very little control as it slipped through his fingers and into the man on stage’s large hands.

“And in our endeavour to try and restore confidence and passion in the association after our loss, I am very proud to announce that we have been blessed with twins who are exhibiting high levels of mana in the womb.” 

The room erupted into hushed whispers and glances around until the Chairman announced that it was you who was pregnant, then all eyes were on you. Jinwoo held your hand as people came over congratulating you and him with smiles and flashes from cameras.

Whilst you were swarmed, the Chairman took this distraction to announce the second part of his speech. The bastard. 

“Hunter Sung has valiantly supported the association with his hard work and will continue to do so. Whilst he will support the growth of the children he has fathered like Hunter Choi, he will take another giant step and begin trying with a new assigned hunter to continue the effort to gain back our world from the effects of Jeju island. For that, you have my respect, Hunter Sung.” 

Jinwoo didn’t know what was worse. 

The fact that the Chairman spoke for him and pulled some underhanded shit to make Jinwoo want to throttle him in front of everyone, wring his neck and let Beru punch a hole through his chest so he could shower in the spray of blood and clean himself from the fury he struggled to hide.

Or that the look of betrayal in your glassy eyes, your trembling lip looking back at him.

"Jinwoo... is that true?"

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Stinging nettles.

Toji plays a game with you.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non con,Forced,Forced oral sex,Knife play,Spitting,Hunting you,Confirmed Toji is a panty sniffer. (This should be cannon :)),Graze, cuts, injury,Hair pulling,Degradation,Stalking

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“Now. If I take the gag out, you aren't gonna scream, are you?”

Shaking your head didn't seem to please him. 

“Make me at least believe it. This is just pathetic.”

You shook even more, like your head would unscrew if you kept up. But the display of effort earned you a slow forming smile and tilted head in return. 

“Good girl.” 

He ran his fingers through a loose strand of hair. The material of your own panties dried your tongue like sand, soaking up any moisture left, damped by your tears. Pulling them out, he held them to his nose, taking the cloth in like an inhaler. A groan escaped him, a sigh of an addict. He tucked them back in his pocket.

He had a knife slung across his shoulder. A knife that had no business being that long, but was no less terrifying, sitting there in two parts. The negative space in between was where he placed your throat once he’d taken you.

“I think we should play a game.” 

He stood up, the leaves of the forest crunching under his shoes, belittling you. Haunting you. Even the crows in the trees were laughing. “Poor little you. Can't do anything without crying. That’s why he chose you.”

“You were quite adept in avoiding me for a while. I wanna see how well you can actually do it with your life on the line.”

My life?

The rope binds came loose, blood flow returning to your arms with pins and needles made you tremble. He even freed your legs, pulling the cable ties and cutting them away. You weren't sure whether this was another trap like last time. He toyed with you, making the world seem brighter by letting you go, letting you run for home.

But this was where you ended up. In the forest, in broad daylight, hoping, praying for a passer by to find you. Not that they would be able to fight him off, but the sentiment kept your will stronger than it should have been.

“How about…” He crouched down in front of you, his fist firmly planted on his knife. “You run, and if you win, I’ll let you go.”

He’d never just let you go. Would he?

“W-what- what would happen if I lose?”

“Sweetheart.” Scooping up the loose hair, he tucked behind your ear so lovingly. “You don't want to know what I’ll do with you if you lose. But I'm counting on it, so try your best and fight back.”

It could have been the cold, but you believed in that moment, when goosebumps raided your entire body with a shiver, that it was his words that did it instead. His eyes, body language all pointed to his seriousness, and his smile showed he was going to enjoy it too. 

 He’s going to skin me, isn't he?

“Get up then, go on.” He stood back for a moment and paused. He understood. “Here, let me help you. The feeling probably still hasn't returned yet, right?”

In any other situation, someone might have thought he was a concerned lover, caring for his wife, like he actually cared for you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t have taken you the first time if he did. Maybe like a fucking human being he could have asked you out at one point. 

The person you were then, probably would have said yes too.

“There we go. All better now.” 

To be honest, you looked like you’d been dragged through a bush backwards, hair matted, dress crumbled full of dirt. He must have seen that because he straightened out your dress like it meant something. 

He paused and glared at you up and down. “Don’t look at me like that. All doe eyed. Some people will actually think you’re trying to turn me on.”

It was just a look. Nothing more. Perhaps more so terrified of the man, than his delusion of seduction. You just didn’t want to die and he wanted to play a game. A man you tried so hard to stay away from, and he found you all away across the continent.

He left you bare foot, quivering in the autumn breeze, circling you in a way he’d devour you. “I’ll give you…” He stopped for a moment in contemplation before continuing. “An hour head start?”

The knife made a horrifying cling as it scraped a rock nearby. A knife he would skewer you on. An hour. Where could you get in an hour? You had no idea how big the forest was, nor where you even were. But how would you fair with no shoes on?

He whistled and sang his words. “You better run.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You took off, the rough, coarse dirt already burning the soles of your feet. Your misty breath filled your vision as you climbed over a fallen tree, laying in your path to graze your bare thighs. 

“Shit!” You tried your best to keep quiet, but the burn singed, it was dry and grazed your inner thigh, so close to your exposed sensitive area.

You wished that psycho hadn’t of taken your underwear. 

You scrambled off of the ground because you landed with a hollow thump, your bare foot almost caught itself in the exposed tree roots, cutting your hand up in the process. It stung, it really fucking stung, but the pain, you know would worsen if Toji got a hold of you. 

You never saw if he had a temper, but you didnt need to, he was fucked up enough on a good day. For a moment you thought about giving up, letting him take you home and do whatever he wanted to do, it would take less energy that way.

How the fuck do I get out of here?

Parts of the forest looked the same, it was a big bowl of trees, hills here, hills there, one big rock, another big rock, a stupid rope swing, a drizzle of water flowing downhill. It all looked the fucking same, what were you going to do?

Then, your foot slipped, sending you rolling down the incline you had just climbed. Rocks, sticks, tree roots, they all cut into you, scraped or dinged you on the way down, the spinning ground was a blur visually disturbing how it was going so quick. All you could do was protect your head until you stopped. 

And then you were dizzy, the world spun so much, you didn’t notice the large wolf sneaking up behind you, you just fell over. The growl clued you in on the situation, it was fucking huge, low to the ground with its teeth showing aggression. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, stepping back slowly, but there was nothing you could do. “Good dog.” 

Like that was going to make the thing sit and wait for a stick. 

Your only option was to close your eyes and wait, maybe it was better this way, then you wouldn't have to deal with Toji anymore. That would be nice. You didn't even know where you were, it’s not like anyone was going to be able to find you in this maze.   

So you closed your eyes and sat down in a ball, and waited.

There was a cut, a whine and a slice. The thud made you look up, the wolf was dead, beheaded where it stood and Toji put his foot on top of it like a superhero. But he wasn't your superhero, he was your villain.

“If I weren't here, you would have died. Can’t have that.” He noticed your lost expression and it made him chuckle. “I lied. I couldn’t wait an hour. You’re so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die.”

You lost. No, no you didn't lose, he cheated. You got up and gripped at the loose dirt to get away, but you didn't get far, his hand was already gripped tight in your hair, pulling back to hold you where he wanted you. 

“Where are you going? I found you, remember?” He tugged so hard, it sent you crashing to the floor in a heap, he never let go of your hair.

You tried your hardest to claw at his hands, maybe that could have made him drop you, but his grip was like a machine, it didnt react to the hurt you were giving it. 

“Now what should I get because I won? Your legs are pretty beat up, so I guess I can’t fuck you.” He studied you, undressed you. “I know, your pretty, little mouth is working just fine. I heard you moaning when you hurt yourself, shall we put it to good use?” 

Toji pulled you up so you were in your knees, his fingers still wedged in the curls of your hair, your scalped burned like he could scalp you at any moment. 

You were so close to his crotch and you watched his free hand unzip his pants, the outline of his hardness came through as he exposed his boxers. Toji pulled out your underwear from his pocket and took a whiff again. 

“Shit, I can still smell you. As soon as your legs are better, I’m going to destroy you. I’ve always wanted to.” 

He fished out his throbbing member from his boxers and wrapped your panties around the base, like a fabric cock ring. It twitched and looked at you, pre come already dribbling out of the tip. 

Seeing you like this had already turned him on so much, it was so fucked, so absolutely fucked. 

“Toji I-“ 

You didn’t get to finish your plea, he grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open. “Open wide baby, I’ve got a present for ya.” 

He spat into your open mouth, the warm spit landed on your tongue, going cold instantly, like the weather, with your knees on the damp soil. It was disgusting, but he didn’t even give you that to think about before he held you there, pushing the tip of his length past your lips. 

“You’re going to suck me good and dry. I earned this because I won our game. You look so pretty on your knees for me, your eye makeup is all smudged.”

You couldn’t respond, by now he had pushed as much as he could inside, the tip pushed the back of your throat like it would tear a hole in it, he grabbed the back of your head and held you there, twitching away inside you. 

“Look at you taking all of me, I thought I might need to use my knife to get you to behave, but you learn quickly, you’re so obedient.” He grunted as he pulled out slowly. “I bet if I sat you on my cock right now, you’d bounce on it without me even asking.”

“Keep your eyes open.” There was frustration in his voice as he struggled to speak, he started to thrust your mouth. “Watch me, I want to see those glossy eyes tear up when you gag.” 

Making eye contact with his was hard, much harder than what was in your mouth, it made you angry, you wished that fucking wolf had eaten you, that Toji had left you to die. The bastard didn’t deserve anyone in his sad little life even though he was taking it. 

He noticed your mood change eerily fast. “Don’t frown at me, are you getting stroppy because I’m not doing what you want? I’m sorry baby, but I’m not paying you attention because you lost, we had a deal.” 

He picked up the pace, pumping himself into your mouth, making you gag and retch, he kept going, moaning away and cursing under his breath. It made your eyes water, the motion causing sloppy squelching loud enough over the breeze through the trees. 

You were basically his fuck toy now. And he knew that.

“I could fuck you anywhere I want and you’d do as you were told, wouldn’t you? Shit, now I know why guys get married-we should get married- ah fuck that’s good.”

He face fucked you, giving you no room to move or breath, you tried your best to steady yourself, but he was thrusting himself like a machine, the raw strength he had, there wasn’t a thing you could do.

“Yeah, you’d look so good in white, walking down the aisle or somethin’. And I could take you infront of everyone to show them whose name you took.” 

He cursed under his breath, you only hoped he was close so this could be done. And he confirmed that the grip on you was so tight, his nails dug in and stung. 

“I’m close, baby, you ready to take this? Because it’s all for you- just for you because you’re perfect- this is gonna be a big one.”

In another world, you would have said his moans were angelic, so soft they were almost unnatural. But looking up at the man with his cock rammed down your throat, ejaculating so much it was choking you, it made it sound so disgusting. 

“Oh fuck- holy shit!-“ He jerked and jutted, coming off of his orgasm. “You take that so well. I’m surprised actually. I thought you would at least try and spit.” He pulled out and kneeled down to you. “At least it’s one thing you didn’t give up on.” 

He pocketed the panties again, but not before he inhaled them one last time, and the peck on the lips he gave you was soft, firm and maybe even loving, but you knew it wasn’t, it was a cruel joke that you would endure for god knows how long, until you had another chance to get away.

You didn’t know if you would get another chance again, but there was hope. 

The bastard even took you hand in his. “I’m done with this game already. Come on. Let’s get you home, you must be freezing.”  

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