𝒊𝐧 𝒘𝐡𝒊𝐜𝐡⠀ ⠀ #⠀ ⠀ ৻ꪆ⠀ ⠀ are you a senior college student who still hasn’t managed to win over the girl of your dreams? don’t worry ! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶) satoru gojo here isn’t a senior, nor does he need dating advice. ͙͘͡★ still, thanks to his own impeccable experience as a ladies’ man , this handbook he so generously put together might just help you sweep your dream girl off her feet !
‘ㅤ𝐨𝐫 ㅤ ֵ ㅤ nerd!jo’s ten ways to get a girlfriend .
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ㅤ ›ㅤ exact and experimental sciences .
𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 ㅤ ̼ㅤ 99.99% , with a 0.01% margin of error , ‘cause love is an abstract concept that cannot be accurately measured , quantified , or qualified !
ㅤ˛ㅤㅤയㅤㅤㅤ▸ㅤㅤ𝑤arnings────𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 :: college ! au :: delulu + simp ! nerdjo :: men who yearn :: rom-com vibes :: mentions of sex :: flirting :: eventual smut :: lots of physics, maths and chem references :: fantasies :: daydreaming :: suggestive themes :: stalking but in a… not crazed way ? :: “the delulu is the solulu” coded :: warnings will be updated .
ֻ✿֔ㅤㅤㅤㅤ̀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒏̲𝐨̲𝐭̲𝐞̲𝐬̲.ㅤㅤ⟩ㅤㅤso , so , so excited to share w ’ y’all my first jjk series . 😭 n’ show u my nerd!jo who is … very much nerd . actually , he’s kinda inspired by a teacher i had in high school n’ a conversation i had w’ her not so long ago abt our types of men LMAO . anyways , i hope u love this lil’ idea i had as much as i’m loving writing it . 🫶🏻 btw , if u wanna be notified when i post a chapter , just coment “🕶️” so i can add you to the taglist . ‹𝟹
𝒊𝐧 𝒘𝐡𝒊𝐜𝐡⠀ ⠀ #⠀ ⠀ ৻ꪆ⠀ ⠀ are you a senior college student who still hasn’t managed to win over the girl of your dreams? don’t worry ! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶) satoru gojo here isn’t a senior, nor does he need dating advice. ͙͘͡★ still, thanks to his own impeccable experience as a ladies’ man , this handbook he so generously put together might just help you sweep your dream girl off her feet !
‘ㅤ𝐨𝐫 ㅤ ֵ ㅤ nerd!jo’s ten ways to get a girlfriend .
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ㅤ ›ㅤ exact and experimental sciences .
𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 ㅤ ̼ㅤ 99.99% , with a 0.01% margin of error , ‘cause love is an abstract concept that cannot be accurately measured , quantified , or qualified !
ㅤ˛ㅤㅤയㅤㅤㅤ▸ㅤㅤ𝑤arnings────𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 :: college ! au :: delulu + simp ! nerdjo :: men who yearn :: rom-com vibes :: mentions of sex :: flirting :: eventual smut :: lots of physics, maths and chem references :: fantasies :: daydreaming :: suggestive themes :: stalking but in a… not crazed way ? :: “the delulu is the solulu” coded :: warnings will be updated .
ֻ✿֔ㅤㅤㅤㅤ̀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒏̲𝐨̲𝐭̲𝐞̲𝐬̲.ㅤㅤ⟩ㅤㅤso , so , so excited to share w ’ y’all my first jjk series . 😭 n’ show u my nerd!jo who is … very much nerd . actually , he’s kinda inspired by a teacher i had in high school n’ a conversation i had w’ her not so long ago abt our types of men LMAO . anyways , i hope u love this lil’ idea i had as much as i’m loving writing it . 🫶🏻 btw , if u wanna be notified when i post a chapter , just coment “🕶️” so i can add you to the taglist . ‹𝟹
𝒊𝐧 𝒘𝐡𝒊𝐜𝐡⠀ ⠀ #⠀ ⠀ ৻ꪆ⠀ ⠀ are you a senior college student who still hasn’t managed to win over the girl of your dreams? don’t worry ! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶) satoru gojo here isn’t a senior, nor does he need dating advice. ͙͘͡★ still, thanks to his own impeccable experience as a ladies’ man , this handbook he so generously put together might just help you sweep your dream girl off her feet !
‘ㅤ𝐨𝐫 ㅤ ֵ ㅤ nerd!jo’s ten ways to get a girlfriend .
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ㅤ ›ㅤ exact and experimental sciences .
𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 ㅤ ̼ㅤ 99.99% , with a 0.01% margin of error , ‘cause love is an abstract concept that cannot be accurately measured , quantified , or qualified !
ㅤ˛ㅤㅤയㅤㅤㅤ▸ㅤㅤ𝑤arnings────𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 :: college ! au :: delulu + simp ! nerdjo :: men who yearn :: rom-com vibes :: mentions of sex :: flirting :: eventual smut :: lots of physics, maths and chem references :: fantasies :: daydreaming :: suggestive themes :: stalking but in a… not crazed way ? :: “the delulu is the solulu” coded :: warnings will be updated .
ֻ✿֔ㅤㅤㅤㅤ̀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒏̲𝐨̲𝐭̲𝐞̲𝐬̲.ㅤㅤ⟩ㅤㅤso , so , so excited to share w ’ y’all my first jjk series . 😭 n’ show u my nerd!jo who is … very much nerd . actually , he’s kinda inspired by a teacher i had in high school n’ a conversation i had w’ her not so long ago abt our types of men LMAO . anyways , i hope u love this lil’ idea i had as much as i’m loving writing it . 🫶🏻 btw , if u wanna be notified when i post a chapter , just coment “🕶️” so i can add you to the taglist . ‹𝟹
𝒊𝐧 𝒘𝐡𝒊𝐜𝐡⠀ ⠀ #⠀ ⠀ ৻ꪆ⠀ ⠀ are you a senior college student who still hasn’t managed to win over the girl of your dreams? don’t worry ! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶) satoru gojo here isn’t a senior, nor does he need dating advice. ͙͘͡★ still, thanks to his own impeccable experience as a ladies’ man , this handbook he so generously put together might just help you sweep your dream girl off her feet !
‘ㅤ𝐨𝐫 ㅤ ֵ ㅤ nerd!jo’s ten ways to get a girlfriend .
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ㅤ ›ㅤ exact and experimental sciences .
𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 ㅤ ̼ㅤ 99.99% , with a 0.01% margin of error , ‘cause love is an abstract concept that cannot be accurately measured , quantified , or qualified !
ㅤ˛ㅤㅤയㅤㅤㅤ▸ㅤㅤ𝑤arnings────𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 :: college ! au :: delulu + simp ! nerdjo :: men who yearn :: rom-com vibes :: mentions of sex :: flirting :: eventual smut :: lots of physics, maths and chem references :: fantasies :: daydreaming :: suggestive themes :: stalking but in a… not crazed way ? :: “the delulu is the solulu” coded :: warnings will be updated .
ֻ✿֔ㅤㅤㅤㅤ̀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒏̲𝐨̲𝐭̲𝐞̲𝐬̲.ㅤㅤ⟩ㅤㅤso , so , so excited to share w ’ y’all my first jjk series . 😭 n’ show u my nerd!jo who is … very much nerd . actually , he’s kinda inspired by a teacher i had in high school n’ a conversation i had w’ her not so long ago abt our types of men LMAO . anyways , i hope u love this lil’ idea i had as much as i’m loving writing it . 🫶🏻 btw , if u wanna be notified when i post a chapter , just coment “🕶️” so i can add you to the taglist . ‹𝟹
𝓢𝐇𝐈𝐔’s fingertips ghosted over your bare form, his featherlight touch paired with warm kisses against the exposed flesh of your nape — his hands skidding over your skin in slow, careful passes, each tender kiss making your tummy flutter. you let out a soft sigh, you let out a soft sigh, “mm . . shiu?”, you fingers drawing imaginary doodles on his bare chest as you laid under him
and at the quiet cadence of your voice, shiu pulled his head back just enough for his gaze to meet your eyes, “yeah, love?”
“how mad would you be if i started fucking around with toji?” and just like that, the soft kisses he had been pressing to your skin came to a slow halt. shiu only let out low laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile — equal parts amused and exasperated. “well, your timing’s impeccable . .”
and in part, shiu was right, of all names to fall from your lips while he was balls deep inside you, it just had to be toji’s.
truth be told, you weren’t actually interested in pursuing toji fushiguro.
sure, you were interested in the bounty hunter, but somehow (much to shiu’s surprise) . . you decided the handler was far more appealing.
shiu had never been under any illusion that he was the obvious choice. between him and toji, most people would choose toji without hesitation.
though, it didn’t make him any less of a man. if anything, that was something you had come to learn very, very quickly.
you scoff, your nails finding his forearms, tracing lightly as he hovered over you. “c’mon, scale of one to ten,“ you insist.
shiu let out a low sigh before rolling his eyes, “what, you want me to throw a fit? is that what we’re hoping for now?” he murmurs, his voice nothing but a lazy rasp.
you only nod, blinking up at him.
“fine,” he hums, corner of his mouth twitching at your insistence, “i’d give it a two.”
your brows lift as your head quirks to the side, “a two? only?”
“don’t look so disappointed, you’re a grown woman. you can do whatever it is that you want,” he began as he leans in to you; the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne making your pulse flutter and your head swim. his mouth wanders from beneath your ear, down to your pulse point, softly sucking down on your flesh.
“toji’s no good for you darling,” he coos, settling back into his gentle thrust, his pelvic bone softly nudging into your clit, making you gasp, squeezing down on his forearms. “you can do much better than that . . like to think i’d spoil you enough, no?” the teasing lilt in his voice only making your walls clamp down harder on his cock.
unfortunately for you, shiu wasn’t bluffing.
somewhere along the way of your strange relationship with shiu kong, shiu had spoiled you rotten.
he bought you whatever you wanted, paid for your meals without mentioning it, drove you home instead of letting you take the train, keeps your favorite snacks in stock at his place . . .
the man even surprises you with various gifts throughout the month: delicate pieces he thought suited you, your favorite flowers to brighten up your place, hell, even stone cold cash.
but most importantly, shiu kong dicked you down whenever you wanted, however you wanted.
and he was pretty good at it too.
either fucking you so sweetly, whispering sweet nothings into you ear while his lengthy cock stretched you out, or pounding you until your brain turned into mush. regardless, he’d always have you a babbling mess; legs trembling, eyes hazy, cunt helplessly spasming around nothing. exactly as you were now.
his hips snapped against yours at the perfect pace — not too fast, and not too slow — cock pumping in and out of you as your soaked cunt tried to keep him in with a lewd squelch.
“s-shiu!” you cry out despite yourself, your brows scrunched up in bliss as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders for support, burying your face in the crook of his neck, nails leaving behind pink crescents on his back.
a low amused hum escapes him, soft and effortless, eyes half lidded as one hand slipped down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “there you are darling . .” he purrs, “you remember whose fucking you now?”
you open your mouth, probably to tell him that he’s too “full of himself,” except the only sound that escapes is a pitiful moan. which is ironic . . considering you’re walls are stretched around his cock, his tip nudging into you sweet spot with each deep, lazy, roll of his hips.
“should i go faster?” he asks, warm breath tickling the shell of your ear as he caged you in with his body. and somehow, shiu feels even deeper when all his weight is pressing you down into his mattress.
“no, j-just like that—“ you mewl, coating his cock with your slick, “fuck, so good,” you slur as he cradles your head against his chest, hips snapping in a steady ‘plap, plap plap,” against skin.
“hmmm, so pretty darling,” he chuckles as his free hand slips between you both at your point of connection, his thumb lazily drawing circles around your clit. your lips pursed together, trying to hold down a breathless cry.
“go ‘head baby,” he hums, pressing a chaste kiss to your scalp, “cum all over my cock.”.
his girth continued to stir up your pussy, the incessant coil of pleasure building up as he hit your sweet spot, over, and over, and over, a white froth streaking over his cock, threatening to tread down his sack. and without a word, the coil in your tummy snapped — your pussy spasming around his dick helplessly, fucking you slow through your high as you clung onto him, shiu stifling his breath from above you.
and for a minute, the only sounds that filled the room was the soft, low, pants escaping you two, breaths mingling before he captured your lips in a slow lazy kiss, soft tongue pressing against your plush lips . . breaking off from you with a reluctant huff.
𝒊𝐧 𝒘𝐡𝒊𝐜𝐡⠀ ⠀ #⠀ ⠀ ৻ꪆ⠀ ⠀ are you a senior college student who still hasn’t managed to win over the girl of your dreams? don’t worry ! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶) satoru gojo here isn’t a senior, nor does he need dating advice. ͙͘͡★ still, thanks to his own impeccable experience as a ladies’ man , this handbook he so generously put together might just help you sweep your dream girl off her feet !
‘ㅤ𝐨𝐫 ㅤ ֵ ㅤ nerd!jo’s ten ways to get a girlfriend .
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ㅤ ›ㅤ exact and experimental sciences .
𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 ㅤ ̼ㅤ 99.99% , with a 0.01% margin of error , ‘cause love is an abstract concept that cannot be accurately measured , quantified , or qualified !
ㅤ˛ㅤㅤയㅤㅤㅤ▸ㅤㅤ𝑤arnings────𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 :: college ! au :: delulu + simp ! nerdjo :: men who yearn :: rom-com vibes :: mentions of sex :: flirting :: eventual smut :: lots of physics, maths and chem references :: fantasies :: daydreaming :: suggestive themes :: stalking but in a… not crazed way ? :: “the delulu is the solulu” coded :: warnings will be updated .
ֻ✿֔ㅤㅤㅤㅤ̀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒏̲𝐨̲𝐭̲𝐞̲𝐬̲.ㅤㅤ⟩ㅤㅤso , so , so excited to share w ’ y’all my first jjk series . 😭 n’ show u my nerd!jo who is … very much nerd . actually , he’s kinda inspired by a teacher i had in high school n’ a conversation i had w’ her not so long ago abt our types of men LMAO . anyways , i hope u love this lil’ idea i had as much as i’m loving writing it . 🫶🏻 btw , if u wanna be notified when i post a chapter , just coment “🕶️” so i can add you to the taglist . ‹𝟹
The Sun God had never been in love. Until he saw a lovely nymph, whose beauty made his heart race with a feeling impossible to capture in the sweetest words. Until he was struck by Cupid's arrow of love, sending his mind spiralling into an obsessive lust. Until he decided to... soothe you a bit, like a true, filthy scum. But well, Satoru Gojo was truly just a man in maddening love!
included in tales, myths, romances
˖𖤓 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Apollo!Gojo Satoru x Nymph!Reader ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18 + :: Greek Mythology AU :: half mythologically accurate :: MY WIFE FEMJO MENTIONED :: yandere Gojo Satoru :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: virgin reader :: masturbation :: strong reader :: she's also meannn :: Satoru is a SCUM in love :: drugging (with aprodisiac) :: lose of virginity :: Suguru is a scum too :: we're fucking on the beach :: posessive sex :: breeding :: mating press :: oral sex :: pussydrunk Satoru ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ notes: I need to learn how to write short fics, because it was supposed to be 6k. Anyway, it is half-mythologically accurate, as I, of course, added a few changes. There's not much said in mythology about Daphne's (nymph's) character, so I played with it a bit. Enjoy!
The common truth seemed to be that Apollo had been stricken by the wicked arrow of love by Cupid himself.
During the fight of sorts, Apollo, always so proud and pugnacious, killed the serpent Python. He slew him with a thousand arrows as the beast wrought devastation across the lush lands of mankind.
And so the God defeated it grandly, with his handsome cheeks and eyes kissed by the Mother Sea itself, shining majestically beneath the golden rays of the Mediterranean sun.
The end of the story it could be, yet the God of Music and Poetry and Sun, to put it bluntly, did not know how to shush a cheeky mouth of his that boasted round and round.
One day, flushed with foolish pride, he saw a God of Love, Eros, bending his bow, arrow drawn taut. A boy of young age who seemed too sweet not to tease, and as Apollo was known for his wicked, playful mind, he poked the little divinity with a laugh.
A laugh it was supposed to be, yet he went too far.
He joked a few too many times, laughing at how Eros shouldn't handle a weapon reserved only for the truest men. After all, who killed the serpent Python if not Apollo himself?
He had every right to be arrogant, yet the Gods and Goddesses couldn't stand the wicked smirk and unwavering haughtiness that always clouded his mind. He was beautiful and sleek, yet no one on Olympus's peak could ever match his arrogance and boldness.
Apollo was powerful, yet Eros was unkind. After he poked and played and had his fun, Apollo left Eros alone in the forest, giving him no mind. He didn't know, however, that the God of Love would prove far more wicked than he had thought.
As with his hurt pride, Eros plucked a few creamy feathers from his wings and prepared two arrows. They were completely different, one creating love, the other banishing it entirely. A savage decision, truly, yet how could a prideful man of Eros's sort leave Apollo without the fruit of his wrath?
So he drew the arrow of love and shot it right through his bones. Letting it seep deep and gravely, spreading the lustful obsession of the most wicked charm. The utterly deadly one, making one obsessed and wretched over the darling of their desires.
Usually, his arrows were meant to strike those who wished to be deeply in love. Yet, as the rage was ravaging Eros's mind, he decided to make Apollo the most obsessed yet unhappy man in the entire world.
As for the other one, meant to banish the love, he shot at the daughter of the River's God.
The most beautiful nymph of all, with a face carved by the waves themselves. A chin utterly kind and cheeks wholly sweet, as eyes carried a gentleness of petals' peppered kisses. A wild birdie she was, basking carefree beneath the searing sun, as she lay and drank and danced without giving a mind to no mankind nor other little divinities. Nothing plagued her cheeky mind, and no worry could ever haunt her velvety forehead.
After all, she was the River God's most precious child, and he allowed her everything, guided by a parent's blissful love.
Her giggle bloomed in the nearby trees, and tender gaze lit the powdery midnight sky. A true beauty of utterly rare sight, so impossible it seemed too not be caught in Apollo's sight!
The God of Sun and Music and Poetry had never been in love. He enjoyed the bodily pleasures rather often, yet had never come upon a thing so deadly and wicked called love.
He knew that Gods and mortals joyed in it with the passion seething in their blood – for there were Hades and his Persephone, Aphrodite and Ares, even Orpheus and Eurydice, too, although it seemed that love of humankind was of a rather cruel sort.
Apollo, or, well, Satoru Gojo, as his true name was, never gave it much thought. The Goddesses and Gods were utterly beautiful, true, yet none of them had ever made his heart race with the swell and tenderness that all the poets wrote of.
He had never felt this tickling pinch his spine, nor the sudden blissful pain puncturing through his heart. No lover had ever bewitched his soul in an almost maddening way, and so he thought that the thing called love was simply not a part of his fate. Even if, that was rather fine too.
And yet… the serpents of fate are wicked.
Another summer evening it was, while Dionysus threw a joyous party as Gods usually liked to do. With wine spilling all over the golden cups and jolly laughter swirling through the tall grasses of the midnight land.
Gods there were of all sorts – trees and rivers and plants, each with loveliest offspring too, joined the grand feast.
It happened thirty moons or so before Eros shot Satoru with an arrow of maddening love. One evening, when the God who devoted his mind to no one set his eyes on… you.
A Goddess? Dearests, no.
As if you were the Goddess, he would fear that Aphrodite, driven by jealousy, would quickly pluck your eyes out. For the moment you entered the banquet held on the hidden beach, where waves rolled in deep foams, and moonlight spilt its cold kisses onto the heavy stones, Satoru needed to hold his breath.
This feeling, which he had read – written – about so often, suddenly bloomed in the swells of his heart. His hand flew towards his chest, crumpling the ivory tunic that covered the sizzling skin. His mind was struck, as if by a trickery spell, making him lose interest in the men and women chirping by his side.
The lyre in his hands felt heavy as he plucked the crystal strings, producing an unpleasant tone. But how could he not, if his eyes were devouring a beauty he'd never seen before?
And that evening, he followed you like a lost pup. With an ocean gaze lingering longer on the swells of your body, wrapped in a flimsy dress, and on your sweet cheeks, giggling foxily as the salty breeze smooched them. The flicker of the candles peppering long tables cast a lovely flame upon your skin, basking it in gold and warmth, as he imagined licking it clean.
Satoru Gojo was a poet too. A God of Poetry, after all, yet his mind was miserably empty whenever he tried to put your beauty into words. No one had ever shone brighter than you, and no giggle forced this weird, foreign feeling to seep through the marrow of his ribcage.
He was always responsible for the music and jolly, while his dearest friend Dionysus spilt the wine into guests' cups. The merry atmosphere tickled him in a pleasant way, and the mere thought of going back to one of his temples with a few little birdies forced a cheeky smile upon his brazen lips.
The women, Goddesses, and little divinities who didn't wish to be smooched by Satoru's muscular arms were indeed few. Yet the nymph who bewitched his mind in the utmost wretched way didn't bestow him with lovely eyes even once.
Dionysus noticed Apollo's frown crumbling, so he jumped to his side with a whisper, "Hm, isn't she your type, my dearest God?"
Satoru glanced at the slyness on Suguru's lips and bit the inside of his soft cheek. "That's the problem. And yet it seems I'm not quite hers."
Suguru pushed a raven lock of his hair back behind his ear, and lavender eyes oogled your giggling body with a slight grin. "Do you wish me to give her a bit of my special wine?"
The special wine was simply spiked with an aphrodisiac. Some Gods loved to use it to heighten their own sexual pleasure, while others too… made the object of their desires a bit mellow. A bit more balmy and sweet, and so Satoru already imagined your body melting beneath his fingers as he held it dearly within his delicate grasp.
Feeding you the special wine would be easy. And yet, Satoru didn't wish to be a bastard.
"Oh, but you are," Suguru chuckled, sensing the thought in his friend's mind. "I don't think there's any God more selfish than you."
Satoru knew it was the truth, for his character was rather… oh well… let's simply say he wasn't known to be the kindest and most lovable pick among the women. The most beautiful one? Surely. The best in offering sexual pleasures? Indeed. Yet he was the most arrogant bastard on the Mountain's peak, and every creature living beneath the Midetarrean sun knew of it far and well.
You most likely knew it too, so that's why the stars bouncing off your eyes did not look his way even for a second.
His head fell against Suguru's shoulder, the heavy wine coating his tongue with a sweet taste. His mind buzzed with a clash of drunken and desperate thoughts, a pulsing desire already flowing like liquid through his veins.
"I want to approach her in a nice way," he muttered, feeling Suguru's body tremble with wicked laughter.
"You can only dream, my God. She had rejected all attempts to woo her. The men and the Gods were rebuffed before they could grasp the weight of her eyes," Suguru hummed, feeling Satoru's head suddenly grow heavy on his shoulder.
"Is it her father's fault?"
Suguru shook his head. "The River God wishes for nothing more than to see his grandchildren's blooming cheeks. It's she who sniffs at all her suitors. After all, she is a virgin huntress, bound by Artemis's chastity laws." Satoru's head grew heavier. "You'd better forget about her, my God."
But how could he! His heart raced for no one but her. And even if she was a virgin beauty, Satoru didn't mind it at all, for he truly believed in the power of his charming soul. The arrogant confidence of the Sun God was truly impossible to dim!
And so that evening, Apollo decided to fulfil your father's deepest wish and become a man worthy of his daughter's hand. The one who would turn the virgin huntress into his most delicate, lovely petal.
At first, he began strolling around the meadows you usually spent your time in. Where the river curved and bent like a serpent's snake, and crystal droplets smooched your body, immersing you deep. You often sat with other sisters, and Satoru would approach you all with his foxed smile, dripping with a few sweetish words about your utter charm.
The other nymphs giggled, blushing gently at the lyricism spilling from his lips, as if the words of the most passionate, heart-throbbing kind were meant for them indeed. They looked at your unfazed face with a sly smile, knowing that their sister would reject Apollo's advances as she did with all her other suitors.
The Sun God knelt on the riverbank, looking down at your naked body hidden beneath the water's gentle swells. He could see nothing but the swell of your breasts, with perked nipples smooched by the river's kisses. You were meant to stay a virgin, true, but no one said you couldn't use the charms of yours to make the men spill miserably right beneath your feet.
So you glanced, for the first time, at God's idyllic face and waved your hand with a soft sigh. "I don't need your courtship, my God. There's nothing you can say that will force my mind to change. And to answer the question you most anticipate – no, I won't marry you."
Other suitors would back away instantly, feeling the intimidating air your glance carried across the lush plains. Your head tilted wickedly, lips curving into a playful beam, as if you knew the wretched state you always left them in.
Because a man's nature was to challenge his luck. Who didn't think that maybe their fate would be to change the virgin's mind? As all of them thought of you as the gentle, timid petal, not knowing that the virgin huntress was indeed a true beast hidden beneath the loveliest female cheeks!
But the Apollo, of course, couldn't be more turned on by your harsh rejection. The truth was that he almost didn't hear a word. No, instead he focused on the way your lips curved into a tricky smile. How crystalline droplets clung to your half-dipped breasts, with liquid sun spilling all over your warm skin. He traced them one by one, dripping from the damp hair and down the chest. His eyes seemed to be enamoured by your heavy gaze, slightly squinted and teasing, as if you already knew that your rejection would pinch his wretched heart.
And so a truthful, "My Goddess, you're ethereally beautiful with this wrath-wrinkle of yours," fell with his deep, obsessed sigh.
The nymphs gasped, covering their lips with gentle hands. Their mingling eyes glanced between your squinted gaze and the God's wretched sigh, as they awaited how this concern would unfold.
"I'm not a Goddess, and I don't need your praise," you said, your voice dripping with disinterest. "Find yourself another muse, my God. There's no need to waste your precious time on a simple nymph."
You bounced off the river's edge and swam to the other one, where the Sun God knelt. With the golden halo smooching his pale cheeks and ivory tunic crumpling on muscular shoulders. Feet clad in long, serpent sandals, golden laurel laying high on frosted head.
You've seen men of his sort, yet he was the first to look down on you with such a wretched gaze. Like a doomed lover, trapped in a circle of unrequited love, as if his heart had never swelled for any beauty but your gentlest soul.
He watched you carefully as you swam his way, unhurriedly, slowly. Water flowed over your body in soft waves, and warm wind shook the sole strings of your hair as it fell.
Your arms rested on the lush grass as you looked up at him through a curtain of wet lashes. "My God, I think it's time for you to go."
Satoru smiled – foxily, slyly, yet truthfully – before his hand reached out to cup your lovely cheek. You quickly pulled back, letting the tips of his fingers only catch a whisper of your soft lips.
His head tilted, a few creamy strands falling loosely over his straight brows. "I don't wish to hurt you, my Goddess." He grabbed the hem of his tunic. "I simply hope you'll grant me a chance."
He was kneeling, propping himself on his toes, as his fingers itched to grab a single lock of yours.
"I won't. I pledged Artemis my virginity. I'm a huntress, not your silly muse. Leave this place, or you'll taste the blood of my arrows."
And these words had indeed been bold, as all three realms of this world knew that no man had been more skilful in archery than Apollo himself.
If anyone else had spoken them in such a daring manner, the wrath of Apollo would bring painful consequences.
Yet when he heard it in this lovely yet viper-like tone of yours, a shiver ran down his spine. His hair stood on end as if electrified, and an ethereal aura smouldering around his figure suddenly intensified.
He wasn't afraid, oh surely no.
But rather, the swelling enamour, pinching his fingertips, washed over his heart. Your wicked personality wasn't an issue of any sort, but rather made the Sun God burn with an unexplainable desire. Heat that seeped down to his loins as he took a whistling breath.
"My Goddess, do you know who you're threatening to?"
You knew, of course, yet the urge to play with his boastful ego suddenly proved stronger than the choice to simply leave him be. You've met men like him before – too proud, too arrogant, the ones who'd never heard the word no. Yet of all you'd rejected, Apollo – Satoru Gojo – was the worst of all.
He was the Sun God, after all, who took satisfaction in the fact that the world, indeed, revolved around him. A personification of vanity and smugness, surpassing even Narcissus's pompous pride.
He knew what spell his wicked beauty cast over the nymph's petal cheeks. He knew the virgin maiden would fall for him most pitiably, needing only a single glance from his lustful eyes. His touch was soft, and his hands roamed over the women's tender bodies in the most loving way, yet never leaving them with the true tenderness that should fill his heart.
Satoru Gojo was a simple scum you wished to have nothing to do with. A cheeky smile tugged at your lips as you rested your arms on the river's edge and lifted half your body out of the water.
He didn't try to hide the ocean gaze, immediately snapping down towards your perked nipples, with crystal droplets dripping down the lush glass. Your head tilted, eyes turning kitty-like, as the blessed kisses of sunshine, of his sun, peppered your wet cheeks.
"To just yet another miserable man," fell almost mockingly, prompting a sudden movement around his hips. You've noticed it, and so you turned your lips into a disgusted grimace. "Go away, my God, and know my mercy. I won't be that nice next time."
You fully lifted yourself from the water, standing next to his kneeling body, naked. His gaze followed up your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the plush of your belly, tracing every crystalline line carving into your body. When it finally met your eyes, his throat bobbed.
"My Goddess, you're truly underestimating my feelings for you."
A scoff slipped past your lips as your eyes rolled. "For the God of Poetry, I expected more flowery words."
And so, ignoring whether he wished to say anything next, you simply passed him by. Going deeper into the woods, leaving the Sun God with nothing but the lingering fragrance of your blooming skin in the air, and the painfully, wickedly wretched pleasure bubbling in his loins.
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You truly thought that he would give up.
That the Sun God, like any other man, wouldn't wish to pursue a woman who looked at him with nothing but a deep scowl between her beautiful brows.
And yet, for the next thirty moons, he always seemed to be there. Somewhere around, following you like a shadow, with eyes and lips and mind always speaking loudly, giving you neither peace nor serenity among the quiet fields of your home.
Whenever you went hunting, his arrows sliced through the air faster than yours, striking the animals and beasts with power that crumbled the heavens themselves, and a gasp always slipped past your lips.
Quiet, voiceless, yet somehow leaving you speechless upon seeing the strength the Sun God possessed.
He found you every single day, appearing like a spectre by the riverbank, a bow slung over his muscular shoulder, gold and softly feathered, mingling beneath the rising sun.
"Where are we going today, my Goddess?" He jumped to your side with a smile, immediately sniffing the fresh, flowery scent that clung to your sparkling hair.
You gave him no mind, simply following deeper into the warm, moist woods. The sun was barely high, and so you watched the trees wake from the slumber's tight arms.
"I'm going for breakfast, and you can do whatever you want."
Yet you knew that no matter how mundane your day was, Satoru Gojo would follow you nonstop. Just to steal a glance at your lips as you wrapped them around the orange's sweetest juice, the sugary stickiness dripping down your blooming cheeks. To watch the way your back bent whenever you drew yet another deadly arrow. How muscles beneath your flimsy tunic worked, and the sweat bubbled at the back of your neck as he traced it with a hungry gaze.
A few weeks had to pass before you started to tolerate his daily company.
He still acted bold and proud, often boasting like a peacock right in front of your irritated eyes, yet tried to keep his hands away, even though you'd noticed how his fingers curled whenever your tunic brushed their tips.
But then one day… something had changed.
You didn't know what, but well, he did.
Eros's wicked arrow had struck his bones, making his gut leak with maddening love. He was aware of the wretched ache in his heart, yet only after being struck by a love-spell of sorts did something beastly unlock in his mind.
As for the arrow meant to banish love, Eros shot it towards Apollo's dearest one. As all the Gods on Olympus already knew of his wretched state, Eros played his dirty trick, ensuring that the sweetest nymph would never glance at Apollo again.
But… well. A man in such haunting love is truly a hellish creature himself.
When the love-bound arrow struck his back, he took it with a wicked pleasure. Yet, when he saw another one flying boldly towards the curve of yours, he grabbed it swiftly, before the leaking peak could ever brush your skin.
It was a sudden movement as he stepped closer, his hand shooting toward something over your shoulder.
It happened yet another day, as you both walked the serpentine paths through his temple's lush garden. There's a little cove I wish to show you. How about a quick dip? After spending a month in his presence, you sighed and nodded, as nothing gave you more wicked pleasure than seeing him lose his mind at the sight of your naked body in fresh mountain waters.
And so, while your tunic fell to the ground and a warm wind brushed your hair with a soft tickle, he suddenly stepped closer.
Too close. Before a sudden crack of splintering wood sounded behind you, he drew an arrow, his long fingers clenching it.
"What is it?" you furrowed, looking at the long wooden arrow crushed in his strong grip.
He threw it to the side, taking the ivory tunic off his body. "Nothing, probably someone's lost arrow. Give it no mind."
But how could you, when something deep in your chest panged? You were a huntress, after all, so how could you not notice an arrow slashing at your side? There was never a moment when you would let your guard down, and yet, being in Satoru's presence somehow pulled a blissful laziness to seep into your mind.
He was always there – looking, watching, carefully observing each of your moves. Swooshing away a few men who dared to approach your side while he kept his eyes on you for too long.
To tear their limbs apart and unleash plagues across their lands with a single arrow. Something… you didn't know about, since there was no need to trouble your sweet mind. To reveal a sinister side of him that would shatter the gradually improving image you held of him.
His mind was already wicked. Heart wrenched by the pull of love so strong that it seeped into him from the inside. So the moment the love arrow struck his back, the feelings he had tried to keep within his heart suddenly burst with brutish, uncontrollable force.
He simply needed to make you his.
So you hummed softly, taking the first step into the little cove, with water slipping in from the nearby sea. A crisp chill hugged your limbs as you took a deep breath.
He watched you with a smile before dipping into the water too. "Rather good, isn't it?"
You nodded, leaning your arms over one of the sizzling stones. "Mhm."
Your bashful eyes roved over his ethereal body, lingering a moment longer on the broad, muscular back and meaty thighs. A warmth seeped through your loins, so you quickly looked away.
But he saw it. Of course he did, and so his body drifted a little closer, just to feel the saltiness wrapping your skin. Your hair fell loosely over your wet shoulder, and warmth crept up your soft neck.
The slight ache from the morning's hunt still pinched your muscles, so you turned to him again, only to see that he had suddenly come far too close.
A soft cough escaped your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the stone. "Could you, hm, give me a quick massage, my God?"
Satoru chuckled. "A massage? Is that how you wish to use the powerful Sun God?"
A scoff slipped past your lips as you turned back and rested your cheek against the warm stone. With eyes slightly lidded, you knew he, anyway, would give you whatever you wanted.
"Is there anything else you're good for?" A cheeky question slipped past your lips, followed by a low sigh.
He stood mere millimetres from your arched back, and the heat radiating from his body was smouldering your drenched skin. Long, thick fingers settled gently on your shoulders before he began pressing the muscles. Your body melted beneath his strong touch, and your mind went all fuzzy – nothing but soft moans and sighs would fill the little, hidden cove.
"I'm sure you can find a few things you could make good use of," his voice dripped with seduction, tickling your hair-covered cheeks.
A tsk fell past your lips. "You have only filth in your mind."
Well, how could he not? When your back arched so deliciously, with water hugging solely your slightly dipped hips? He could see the swell of your ass almost brushing his thighs, and if he took a little step forward, the tip of his leaking cock would surely brush your skin.
It was a blessing that you lay pressed to the stone in a blissfully unaware state, not knowing that the Sun God was going through pure torture right behind your back. With the fat, long cock sticking to his abdomen, little pearls of precum dripping down the veiny curve.
"You make me act filthy, my Goddess."
A month ago, you would have smacked his cheek and left him be. But now, with his fingers digging deep into the muscles of your back, a lovely laugh slipped past your lips.
"It's a pity I'm a wretched virgin, hm?" You straightened your spine, as if trying to give him a better view. "My God, you truly have extraordinary restraint."
Oh, how he loved this cheeky side of yours. The pure filth spilling from your virgin lips, eyes taking on a nasty look whenever you caught him staring at your nipples peeking through the tunic. The way you always undressed yourself in front of him without blushing like a birdie, taking full pleasure in the fact that he couldn't touch you as he wished.
Who said that a virgin should be timid and cowardly? If you could keep your chastity while still enjoying the wretched state you put men in?
And which God would be more fun to tease than the one who slipped through numerous affairs?
Satoru hummed, pressing your back a little harder. Slipping lower, and lower, through your ribcage and waist, rolling the little dimples just above your hips. "Have I? I'm afraid this restraint might one day snap."
A shudder ran down your spine as you tried to keep your head steady. Your bow lay still on the river's bank, and if he tried to misbehave even a bit, you would simply shoot him clean.
And yet, your hips rolled, as if trying to chase the pleasure his touch gave. "I'll be there when it happens." You looked over your shoulder, not missing the squint he gave you… "And I'll make sure to bring you to your senses," …and the reddened tip sticking to his hips. "I think you might wish to take care of it. Maybe with one of your muses?"
Or whores, as you actually wanted to say.
His cock trembled as you looked at it, and Satoru could only chuckle. Nastily, mischievously, with the fingers pulling your hips a bit closer. Yet not close enough for your wet pussy to feel the meaty shaft graze her lips.
"You are my muse, Goddess," he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your cheeks. "Do you wish to hear the poems I've written about you?"
The sizzling sun licked your spine, eyes followed as his plush lips leaned to your ear. "Are they as filthy as your mind?"
He nodded, fingers slipping down towards the swell of your hips. Rolling deep circles, loosening the tightness in your muscles. "How could they not?" Snowy hair almost tickled your ear. "Who do you think I pleasure myself to? You may be a virgin, my Goddess, but I have my needs too."
With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, pressing your back to the warm stone. His thick cock stuck to the white trail of his abdomen, yet still not touching your dripping cunt.
You may've pledged chastity, yet you couldn't control your body's simple needs.
"You can't do anything to me," you said, yet something in your voice quivered.
His head tilted wickedly, and his eyes shone as he gripped the fat shaft. "But you can watch, hm?" A thumb swirled over the pearly tip, smearing the sticky cum over the reddened head. "Or is it also against your chastity?"
Maybe it was. Yet your head shook as back pressed closer to the stone. The water swelled over your hips, leaving your breasts bare to his starving gaze.
"Hm, thought so." His fingers slipped to your cheek, brushing a few wet locks away. "My Goddess, you truly are a wicked creature."
Pleasure, distress, haunting desire clashed with each other in your mind, yet your body froze in place. Lips fell only slightly open, eyes bulging like porcelain plates, seeing the fatness he gripped. Leaking with creamy droplets of precum, soaking his long fingers and veiny thickness.
Saying he was large would be an understatement.
Something in your belly squeezed, imagining his bulging head hit the deepest–
"Stop," the word slipped out in a shudder as you turned your head away. With warm cheeks and a trembling lip, as if the Sun God's look of himself pleasuring himself solely on your blooming face were against every pledge you had made. "Go and find one of your filthy muses."
Satoru chuckled before his fingers pinched your chin, turning your head back. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours. "I can't think of anyone but you, my Goddess. Look what a wretched man I am because of you." His thumb brushed your lower lip, then slipped boldly onto your tongue. "Do you truly wish to put your Sun God through such a tor–"
Yet before he could finish, your hand met his cheek. A slap bounced off the water, turning his face left. To bring it back to face your wrath, you slapped it again.
His creamy face bloomed like the softest rose, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Excitement pinched his heart as fingers clenched around the fat shaft with a low, groany moan.
He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your face, burning with rage. "Slap me again, my Goddess, and I'll make you arch that pretty ass of yours for me again."
You didn't know where this sudden change had come from, yet the man standing in front of you was not the one who had pestered you for the past thirty moons.
No, as Satoru Gojo, who now stood mere millimetres from your body, with his musky scent clouding you tight and his fat cock trembling at the sheer look of yours – look much, much madder.
Wretched, obsessed, with the flame dancing behind his watery eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his rosy lips
Another shiver ran down your spine when he started pumping his shaft faster. Smearing the creamy cum all over the bulging veins, throwing his head back yet still following the gentle rise of your trembling breasts.
The rage bubbled beneath your heart, and a tiny thread of heat smouldered on your cheeks. He leaned a bit closer, and closer, and closer, until his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't touch you in any other way, yet the sole impact left you breathless.
"My Goddess, you smell so good," he took a deep breath close to your neck, letting another groan escape his lips. "So delicious, ah, I can only imagine how sweet the scent is down there."
A shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, feeling his muscular, massive body looming over yours like a deathly threat. Long fingers pumped his cock faster, breathless moans hit your drenched skin, before he finally stilled.
With the gentle, petal kiss upon your shoulder and his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
Something warm spilt over your belly. And you didn't need to look down to know what it would be.
"You're disgusting," fell in pure wrath, as you pushed him away. "Nothing but filthy scum. I hope this satisfied your hunger, because the next time I see you, my God, not even your wicked arrows will be able to save you from my rage."
You left the water with a shuddering, vexing tremor washing over your spine, and this little, agonisingly rubbing feeling that spilt hotly all over your mind.
Satoru followed your body with a slick smile, the saltiness of your skin still tasting heavy on his lips.
The Sun God was of a cunning nature. Wicked and wrathful, always doing things one way. His way.
Three weeks had passed before he had a chance to see you again.
His heart heaved in agony as he couldn't find you anywhere. As always, he came at the first break of day to join you on the morning hunt, but you simply weren't there. Waiting for him with a scowl, yet still giggling at all his foolish jokes and accepting a bit of help.
He was waiting by the river's bank from morning till night, yet you hadn't appeared even once. As if the waves themselves had trapped you beneath the surface.
He asked around – the nymphs, the Goddesses, the plains – yet everyone said they hadn't seen you for days. Or maybe they simply lied to him, as you couldn't simply disappear.
And so for the next three weeks, he walked through the lands like a shadow. He barely enjoyed anyone's company, sitting in his temple only to get drunk on the sweetest wine, letting his creamy skin be scorched beneath his own, merciless sun. A shadow of a man he was, as his heart simply couldn't bear the separation you imposed with such anger.
After two weeks, he met his twin sister, Artemis, to whom you pledged your chastity. He loved his sister dearly and knew her like the back of his hand. Thus, with a single glance, he could tell she knew everything that had happened between the two of you.
And based on her furrowed forehead and tsk that fell when she saw his grinning face entering her temple – she wasn't happy.
"I won't tell you where she is," she murmured, brushing her long, creamy hair aside as she enjoyed the warm kisses in the sun.
She lay on the sofa by her pool, with nothing but a long tunic gently wrapped around her body. Satoru hung over her wrinkled forehead and pressed a finger to satin skin. "My sister, such a beautiful woman you are, and yet you always seem so angry."
Shihori smacked his hand, glancing up at his brother with the same blue eyes. "Because you always make me angry, fool."
Satoru lifted her legs and rested them on his thighs as he joined her on the sofa. "Tell me where she is."
Shihori couldn't care less about her brother's wicked wish, so she shook her head. "You know she pledged her virginity, hm?"
Satoru hummed, playing with the long tunic as he brushed his sister's ankles. "I do."
"So you also must know what will happen if she breaks her vow?"
Of course he knew. That's why he came here.
"What if I told you I love her?" he asked, drawing his sister's attention. "I want to make her my wife. Give her to me, and I promise I will be in your debt forever."
Shihori propped herself up on elbows, letting long white hair brush her rosy cheeks. She was as beautiful as her younger brother – by a minute only. Possessing the same archery skill and a power that trembled the heavens.
With a slim chin and wicked eyes, matching the proudish smile. Strong and bold, with neatly carved muscles bulging beneath her satin skin and an authoritative tone that always made Satoru slightly squirm. But she was his older sister, after all, so how could he not feel the utter love and respect for the same blood?
"And why would I do that?" Shihori lifted her straight brow. "Why would I change my rules for this little nymph?"
"Because you love me," Satoru grinned. "And I suppose it would be rather proper to remind you that enjoying women's company also counts as losing one's virginity. My dearest virgin-goddess sister."
Shihori squinted, kicking his side with her foot. "Whatever I do with my nymphs is none of your business."
Satoru grabbed her ankle before biting her big toe, just as he used to tease her when they were children.
"I suppose some Gods would be interested in how the protector of young women and their virginity fucks with her dearest followers," he chuckled as she kicked him again. "You're no better than me, my sister. The same scum-blood runs in our veins. So let me have her, and I won't say a word."
Shihori glared at him. Morality and the need to give her little brother everything were clearly at war in her mind before she waved her hand and lay back down.
"Fine, I won't punish her. Just don't do anything stupid," she laughed, feeling Satoru's sweet kiss on her cheek. "She'll join another feast in a week. Just wait for her there. Oh, and bring me some of this Suguru's special wine."
Satoru tilted his head, another wicked grin already tugging at his lips. He knew his sister wasn't the saint everyone took her for, yet he had no idea how coy she was.
"And what do you need an aphrodisiac-spiked wine for?"
She opened one eye, shooting a set of daggers straight at his heart. But before another bark could pass her plush lips, Satoru chuckled once again. "Ah, what was this rumour, hm…" His eyes gleamed with a foul grin.
"What rumour?" Shihori asked through her teeth, yet the rosy warmth hit her cheeks.
Satoru stood up from the sofa, giving his muscular back a long, groany stretch. He scratched his chin before looking over his shoulder towards his sister. Oh, her anger only fueled his playful mind.
"Nothing, just that our dearest stepmother has been surprisingly benevolent lately," he observed, another wave of warmth wrapping around her neck. "I suppose it's because Hera truly enjoys the company of her stepdaughter. I wonder what makes her so happy that even Zeus no longer gets scolded for all his affairs."
Shihori slipped a pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his head. "Go out, before I change my mind!"
And so he left, with a crackling chuckle bouncing off the temple's walls and his older sister burning from embarrassment.
Yet now, with his sister's blessing, there was nothing that could stop him from pursuing your love.
And so he knew that the next time you met, he would make you his, whether you liked it or not.
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The moon spilt coldly over the feast's heavy tables as the Gods and Goddesses gathered around the flickering candles. The night was warm, as the summer breeze tickled the cheerful cheeks of the giggling nymphs, who listened to Satoru playing soft harp tunes.
An ivory tunic, as always, fell down his muscular shoulders, as the moon spilt dripping kisses on the lightened side of his face.
Finger played softly through the harp's gentle strings, yet lingered on your laughing cheeks. Something panged deep in his chest at how carefree you were with other divinities. You sipped your wine without giving Satoru much thought, as if you hadn't disappeared from Earth for the past three weeks.
Your laugh sliced sweetly through the air, tickling his ears. He desperately tried to force eye contact, yet you gave him nothing but the lovely side of your cheek.
An irritated tsk escaped his lips, an unpleasant anger bubbling deep in his chest. A few Gods approached you with a smile, forcing another wave of rage to wash over Satoru's spine.
Before he could step in, seeing how you slowly warmed yourself to some small God's side, a low, chuckling whistle slashed through the air.
"It seems like things didn't work your way," Suguru said, brushing Satoru's arm with his. "What? She rejected you?"
Satoru sighed, rolling his tense shoulders. "She's just a little nervous."
Suguru squinted his lavender eyes, clearly dissatisfied with such a roundabout answer. Raven hair tickled Satoru's cheek as he tilted his head. Satoru rarely saw his friend concerned with anyone but him, yet his forehead furrowed with a gentle wrinkle.
"Give her some of this wine," Satoru mumbled.
Suguru drew in a long breath, shooting his head towards Satoru. "But you said–"
He started, but Satoru quickly added. "I know what I said." He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes squinting furiously. "Give her a little. Just to soothe her a bit."
Suguru chuckled, hitting his friend's back. "As you wish, my God."
"Ah, also, prepare a bit for Shihori."
Looking over his shoulder, Suguru rolled a laugh. "Your sister? What does she need it for?"
Satoru gestured with his chin towards the start of the table, where three of the brothers and their wives sat among the elite. With Persephone straddling Hades's hips, a quiet goddess wrapped around Poseidon's arm, and Hera… sitting utterly bored and giving Zeus's drunken laugh no mind.
Suguru followed his gaze before a devilish laugh escaped his throat. "Don't tell me she fucks with the queen mother herself?"
Satoru crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a soft hum. Suguru tilted his head, admiring Hera's gentle cheeks. "Well, she's quite beautiful. No wonder she's stopped going crazy over Zeus's affairs lately."
Satoru watched as his friend took another pot of wine before rejoining the Gods. His golden tongue whispered the sweetest secrets, and the divinities laughed and blushed beneath Dionysus's soothing lines. After all, a God of Laughter, Wine and Theatre, he knew exactly how to play on people's minds.
You weren't an exception. As he approached and wrapped his arms around you and your friend, a gentle laugh made your eyes lift. Satoru bit the inside of his cheek, catching Suguru's sly glance, while his fingers clenched around your soft arm.
But still, he poured you another cup of the sweetest wine, watching you close as you took a sip. And another, another, another, before humming softly about how delicious it tastes.
A few minutes passed before something warm began to spill across your chest. A kind of fog clouded your mind – sweet and gentle, yet sizzling like the sun.
The nymph sitting right next to you grabbed your arm, looking at your hottish face with a furrow. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cold skin against yours. Your head shook as a soft "I'm fine" barely passed your lips.
Excusing yourself, you rose from the chair and headed to a quieter part of the beach, where gentle waves lapped inside the small cove. Surrounded by the forest and shielded by tall trees, the spot offered a peaceful retreat. The salty breeze gently touched your cheeks, while your throat felt parched, and you scratched it with long nails.
The fog clouding your head was getting thicker, denser, spreading all over your body till the fingertips tingled with a pinching pleasure.
Something wet dripped down your inner thighs, and as you hid yourself behind a tree and slipped a hand beneath the long dress, you felt the stickiness coating your sizzling skin. But more so… the moment your finger brushed your swollen folds, a low bounce of the softly rolling waves.
"Fuck," slipped in a whisper, as you felt the burning pleasure fill your lower belly.
You looked around, seeing that neither mortal nor God peered into the little cove. The bay seemed completely private, with nothing but moonlight spilling onto the smooth sand and soft whispers rolling off the crystal waves.
You took a deep breath, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. Just to feel a faint friction, yet too embarrassed to slip your finger up again.
You've never felt it before. This… sensation.
Pleasure.
Or maybe you did, yet your mind refused to accept that Apollo, or Satoru Gojo, was the only man who woke a dangerous flame deep in your chest.
Maybe you simply wished to forget about the warmth that boiled deep within your lower belly when his muscular body stood right in front of yours. The look on his handsome face, lost in utter pleasure, and his long fingers wrapped around his filthy cock.
You tried not to think of it again, as the moment the image of his shaft slipped again into your mind, another moany sigh rolled past your lips. Your pussy clenched around nothing, letting another batch of stickiness coat your thighs. Trickling down the skin, till you've noticed a little, wet drop landing on the sand.
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you cried, feeling the burning sensation pinch your skin harder. Perking your nipples, softening your body, as if preparing you to accept the pleasure that needed to be spilt.
Bracing yourself against the stony wall, you took a few steps. On trembling legs, you felt the weakness slowly seep into your marrow. You walked slowly, trying to go deeper into the nearby forest, just to reach the river.
Somewhere safe.
You moved slowly, with wetness dripping down your legs and heavy breaths escaping your burning lungs. Your eyes were misty, nearly teary, as the feverish, floral heat enveloped your entire body.
Waves rolled past your bare feet, sandals long forgotten somewhere in the back. Your burning body couldn't bear the dress clinging to your skin, so you began to undress unconsciously.
One cloth after another, before falling down your knees, to crawl towards the river's banks.
"Do you need help, my Goddess?"
Someone's voice filled your balmy mind.
No, not someone's.
His.
Of the God whom you wished to see the last, as the sole fragrance of his skin pinched your senses in an utmost sinful way.
And, oh, he must've watched you now in such an embarrassing stance!
Kneeling with your sizzling body, you shed the sea-drenched dress behind you. The intense desire overwhelmed your reason as you presented yourself fully before his daring gaze.
"Go away," you barely breathed. "You can't see me in such a state."
But Satoru merely chuckled before you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way. Ocean eyes hummed at all the garments you'd left behind before settling on your clenched thighs and slightly arched back as you tried to crawl towards the nearest river.
He squinted, seeing the wetness dripping down your thighs and a gentle shimmer from your swollen pussy.
"My Goddess, it seems that you do feel unwell," He chuckled, taking another step your way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Your head shook as you tried to crawl faster, only to get away from him as fast as you could. An attempt to stand up ended in a miserable fall onto the sand, drawing a soft giggle from Satoru's lips. He knelt by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.
"Oh my," he hummed, seeing the utter loveliness of your drugged face.
With cheeks sweet as fresh cherries and eyes softened by an alluring scowl. A gentle pout tugged at your lips as you unconsciously nuzzled against his skin. Another hand cupped your cheek as he held your face in a possessive grip. His big thumbs, tight yet delicate, brushed your skin.
"What is it, my Goddess?" He whispered, allowing a lenient sigh to spill past your lips. "What happened here, hm? Are you a bit too drunk?"
You nodded, thinking of nothing but the pleasant grip of his fingers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were slowly giving in.
A miserable attempt to push him away ended solely with you even more pathetically landing on the soft sand. Your back hit it with a dull thud, as Satoru placed his fingers on your knees. Thumb rolled gently in circles, as if he knew how much pleasure your body took from each brush of his skin.
"Say it," he muttered, leaning closer. Plush lips brushed one of your knees, eyes never leaving your fogged face. "Say that you want me to help you, my Goddess. I know how to make you feel good."
Oh, and you knew too, which is why your knees tried to close again. But his grip was too strong, and he brutally forced them forward, folding you in half.
With your bare pussy dripping filthy onto the sand and perked nipples waiting to be softly brushed by his thumb.
The moonlight kissed his handsome, sharp side as he leaned in once again. To hang right over your face, observing with wicked pleasure the tears forming beneath your lids. As if he could see the fuzzy mess of your mind, with morality and a simple, human need drawing a brutal tight.
"I c-can't," you mumbled, feeling the heat drip down your tongue. It felt much heavier than before, barely touching your feverish roof. "Stop, I can't, the chastity–"
"Shhh," Satoru cooed, pressing your thighs to your chest. Till the swell of your ass glued off the drenched sand. "Artemis will forgive you."
His nose traced the plush of your cheek. Lips peppering your skin softly, leaving traces down your chin. His tongue swirled sweetly around one of your nipples, through the burning neck, perked breasts.
You wished to fight it – you truly did, yet a sugary moan slipped past your lips.
"No, she–ah!" you cried, as he softly bit your nipple.
"It's alright, my Goddess. Don't resist it," he murmured, with one hand feeling your breasts as his lips traced a path down your body. He gently bit, grazed, and nipped your skin before resting his cheek against your mound. "Allow me to take care of you. Just say you want it," he whispered, as his finger rolled your nipple, causing another cry to escape your lips.
"I'm a v-virgin, wait…" Your hand landed on Satoru's head, tugging softly on his hair.
Satoru groaned, feeling your gentle finger scratch his scalp. "I'll take good care of you. It won't hurt, I promise," he mumbled right into the drenched mound of your cunt, as the fragrance of sugary juices already hit his senses. "Fuck, my Goddess. Just let me have a taste. I won't put it in…" promise?
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling his warm breath almost brush your core. Not quite, yet the mere sight of him, lying so handsomely between your thighs, was enough to force a nod.
A nod, which would never happen if your mind wasn't on the verge of spilling. If your body wasn't melting beneath his touch, thighs spreading even wider, just to open your cunt to his starving mouth.
It was utterly embarrassing, humiliating, mostly sinful act and yet… when his tongue finally licked the juices off your clit, a shuddering moan bounced off the cove's stones.
He didn't waste a time, pushing the drenched muscle right inside your spasming cunt. Slurping, ravishing on the waves of wetness that spilt from your hole in unnaturally large bursts. Droplet after droplet, trickling down his chin and landing softly on the sand.
"My Goddess, fuck, I knew you would taste so good," he slurred, letting your juices stick to his lips. "My sweetest love, mhm, I was waiting a month for you."
Your fingers clenched around his hair as you tried to slightly pull him back. "W-wait, that's–nghhh–too much, my God!"
Your body had always been much weaker than his, but now, with neediness running through your blood, it seemed impossible to do anything but allow yourself to be wrapped in his lips.
He took your hand, slipping it down your belly. Down to your clenching cunt, only to press your two fingers against the swollen clit.
"Do you feel it, my Goddess?" He chuckled, looking up at your warm cheeks. "Do you feel how wet you are? That's what you wanted to take away from me."
He directed your pads to press softly, pinchily, till another moan spilt past your lips. His tongue slurping on your tight core, fingers of one hand rolling your nipples. Squeezing the plush breasts, till a painful pleasure tickled your spine.
And the other hand…
"Wait!" You screamed, quickly catching his wrist. "N-no penetration… just…" Oh dearest, how embarrassing it was to say out loud! "… use your tongue. I can't lose my virginity."
My sweet foolish nymph, Satoru thought, before an innocent, "Of course, my Goddess," fell past his plush lips.
The waves and waves of ethereal pleasure washed over your spine as he devoured your sweet pussy with a starving need. Nose all glued with your juices, cheeks nastily squeezed by your trembling thighs, tongue working on your clit and hole, trying to stretch her as much as he could.
His creamy forehead furrowed with a wrinkle, brows tight, as you pushed a few soft strands of his hair away.
"My God, please t-take a breath," you cried, yet the spilling lustfulness seeped like a flame through your skin. "I'm–mhmm–t-there's something…" Before you could point at your lower belly, his hand pressed right there.
Squeezing your little pouch, as if trying to feel the slick, filthy cum splashing beneath your skin.
"You need to cum, my Goddess," he mumbled drunkenly, sucking on your plush clit. "But for that, I need to put my finger in."
You bit your lower lip, looking down at his wretched face.
His cheek nuzzled against your soft thigh, kissing the clit softly. "Please? Just a finger. I promise, it'll be fine."
Oh, he looked stunning. With those alluring eyes and innocent pout, as if aware that his angelic face alone was enough to make your head spin.
So you nodded, rather unconsciously, and watched him push one finger in.
"Oh," slipped moany at the new feeling. "Oh, my God, mhmm, i-it's–"
"Now you can cum for me," Satoru whispered, going back to sucking your clit.
He knew where your sweet spot was – how couldn't he? – so within a second, you started squirming beneath his grip.
One of his hands rested on your belly while the other was deep inside your tight, clenching walls. He kissed, brushed, and lightly peppered your most sensitive spot with his finger until your thighs finally clenched around his head.
Locking him in a tight, shuddering embrace as he drunkenly moaned over your spilling juices. With a single flick of his tongue, you melted beneath his maddening touch, squirting all over his cheeks, chin and nose, till the Sun God was left nothing but a wretched man, hugging nastily to your velvety skin.
Your head felt a bit less feverish, with the crimson fog finally clearing from in front of your eyes and fresh summer air finally filling your lungs.
For a mere second, you felt normal again.
Satoru still lay between your spread legs, kissing the slippery skin of your inner thighs softly.
"Welcome back, my Goddess," he muttered, licking the last juices dripping from your pussy.
You watched him with pure terror swirling behind your eyes. "I… this feeling…"
"Mmm," he hummed, softly biting a plush of your thigh. "Someone must've spiked your wine, my Goddess. Have you angered anyone recently?"
Oh, he was such a scum.
Your lovely brows furrowed, a drop of sweat slipping down your temple. "No, I… I don't know. There was…" you, wanted to slip, yet you bit down on your tongue.
Satoru pouted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Goddess, I vow to find that bastard and slash his throat," he whispered, kissing your thigh and moving upward, even biting gently into your calf. "But for now, brace yourself for another wave."
And true to his promise, the heat once more kissed your cheeks. It climbed up your neck, seeped into fingertips, curled beneath lower belly, and caused another slick to slide down your cunt.
A fogginess once again swirled in front of your eyes, and an anxiety bubbled somewhere deep in your tightened throat.
Satoru flipped you onto your belly, with a soft, "Shhh, it's fine, my Goddess. You'll be fine."
Gentle, wet kisses landed on your shivering spine, leaving hottish traces down the skin.
"What a-are you doing?" fell shuddered.
But you didn't catch his reply. Truly, you heard nothing at all but the swoosh of his tunic as it landed close to your sand-plastered face.
"My God–ah!" Slipped in a pitched moan, as something fat poked on your swollen pussy.
The heat was teasing, gently pinching your damp folds, rolling waves of intense pleasure whenever Satoru stirred your cunt. His fingers spread the heat in a soft hum, and something heavy, round, pressed against your tight entrance.
"My God, what–"
"My love," Satoru let out an utterly innocent whimper, as if trying to stifle the tears wracking beneath his lids. You couldn't see the devilish smile tugging at his lips, his face tightly pressed into the sand. "Allow me to make you feel good. I can make the pain go away, just let me…" His swollen head slipped in a little, forcing a shattered moan from your throat.
"Wait!" You tried to crawl away, but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades. Keeping you tight in place, with his massive body fully resting on yours.
"It's okay, my love. It won't hurt, I promise," he hummed, another hand massaging the swell of your hips. Spreading your drenched folds a bit farther to see the tip of his cock getting sucked by your weeping cunt. "My Goddess, don't make her wait any longer. She's just wishing to get fucked, ahh."
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your hips from slamming against his. As, dearest heavens, the way his sole head stretched your cunt brought an unparalleled, maddened pleasure, bubbling deep inside your belly. The pledge you made re chastity was trying to fight the aroused, lustful thoughts. The thick, warm fog that made your body liquefy beneath his touch, and your mind go all hot.
"My virginity–" You started, yet Satoru quickly snapped back.
"I talked to my sister, love. She won't punish you," he whispered, leaning down to lick a long stripe down your spine. "Because now you're mine. So say you want it, hm? Say you want me to fuck your tight cunt and fill her up."
He bit, licked, kissed your skin, while slowly, oh so painfully slow, poking your drenched hole.
"Just the tip, my love," he whispered, brushing away a few strands of hair hiding your lovely side. "I don't want to hurt you, my Goddess. I'll slip just a little tip."
And with an arousal fogging your mind, you nodded. Forcing a wicked laugh past his plush lips as he kissed your cheek.
"Mhm, that's right, my love," his cock slid through your tight walls, snugging inside your plush warmth. "Oh fuck, my Goddess, you truly are a fucking virgin."
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling his heavy cock slip into your belly. It was anything but the tip, forcing a sudden burst of tears to roll down your cheeks.
The pain mixed with pleasure as his shaft forced its way deep inside your pussy. You could feel every pulsing vein throbbing against your walls, the pumped head smooching your sweet spot, as he pushed and pushed, while pressing your body to the sand.
A moany cry bounced pitifully off the crystal waves before he quickly rolled you again.
This time, your back hit the sand, thighs folding up to your chest.
And when you looked up at his face… oh.
The Sun God hung over your crying cheeks with nothing but an utterly wicked, handsome smile. Eyes shining beneath the cold moon, adding to their ocean-blue hues a kiss of sin. He giggled, kissing the single tear that soaked your cheek.
And an angel, no, rather a demon, keeping you in his tight, possessed embrace.
Your hands pressed to his chest, as he pushed harder. "My God, you said just the tip," fell harshly, seeing a grin coiling in his gaze.
"My Goddess, you truly are ruthless," he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "How could I ever lie to you? I'm barely in, I promise."
Yet when you tried to look down, his strong fingers grabbed your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his.
"You don't trust me?" He pouted, peppering your skin with soft kisses. "Don't look down there, my love. Focus on me."
Your head lulled right as he bit the side of your neck. Licking, sucking on it gently, while still forcing his cock through your walls.
It wasn't just the tip, and although you should be angry, the way he kept you folded left little room for movement. With his single arm pressing your legs tight, fingers keeping your chin up, and massive, heavy body leaning on yours.
He started to move faster, faster, faster, pumping you poor, weeping cunt with his heavy cock. It hit every inch of your lower belly, brushing past the sweet spot and smooching up to the slowly swelling womb. You could feel his round head nuzzle deep inside your pulsing warmth, as your tight walls wrapped around him, as if trying to lock him in.
A low hiss slipped past his rosy lips as you cried out in painful pleasure. Your blood ran hot as he tried to fuck each drop of aphrodisiac from your veins, pushing your body deeper into the sand.
The nasty squelch bounced off the water, spilling deep into the cave and catching in your scattered hair. He brought your face back, giggling at the sight of your utterly fucked eyes.
"My beautiful Goddess," he whispered, before slipping his hand down your belly. At this point, with heat bubbling in your belly, your thighs stayed open, pressed to your chest, as if your body was freely inviting him in. "My sweet, beautiful Goddess. Tell me how good you feel."
His demand forced wrath and balmy submissiveness upon your fucked mind, and so a sweet, honest, "G-good, ahh, you're filling me s-so good," fell embarrassingly past your lips.
As no matter how much you wanted to refuse, it did feel good. Dearest, it felt amazing, handling his hefty cock fully sliding inside your warmth, till wet balls hit your lifted ass. Head kissing your womb, veins pulsing in rhythm with your plush walls, as they pushed out waves and waves of fresh cum. Coating his full length in your juices, till whenever he pulled out, a crystal thread formed between your cunt and his creamy, happy trail.
His hands kneading your softness turned your mind to balm, and fingers playing with your swollen bud forced a moan, so you truly, shamefully so, allowed your body to give in to his touch.
"My God, nghh, I'm going to–"
Before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours. He slipped a groan deep inside your throat as he started to fuck you faster. More relentless, brutal, forcing upon your virgin cunt a strength you weren't used to.
"My God, p-please–ahhh–slow down," you cried into his lips, yet received only a low chuckle.
"I know how to make you cum, my love. Your pussy needs to be fucked properly," he licked the tears dripping down your cheeks before capturing your lips again. "You're close, hm? I can feel it in your belly."
His hands pressed to your lower pouch, feeling his cock hit the soft skin, before slipping down to your cunt. Rolling your clit in mean, squelching pinches.
"S-satoru," his name finally escaped your throat, as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. "So good, you're–ngh–filling me–ahhh."
He chuckled, seeing your lidded eyes and messy blabber falling past your lips. "I know, my Goddess, your–ahh–pussy feels so fucking good. My sweetest, I promise to take good care of you."
He hid his face in the crook of your neck before finally going still. Your back arched, nipples pressing to his chest, before a soaked cry ripped from your throat. Juices gushing all over his abdomen, cock, as he hit your womb painfully, filling it with sticky ropes of cum. Till you felt the heavy creaminess sticking to your walls, stuffing you heavily, madly full.
A filthy fog once again seeped into your mind, and for a single minute you felt your strength return to your body. For a mere moment, it allowed you to smack his fair cheek. It left him fully unfazed, with a cheeky grin still plastered to his handsome face and a low chuckle forcing its way past his lips.
"My Goddess, is that how you should treat your future husband?" he asked, then brutally turned you back onto your belly. You tried to crawl, kicking him back, but he simply smacked your ass. "Come on, my love. Don't try to fight me. If I hadn't found you, who knows who would?"
Your breath hitched when you felt his cock harden again. Still snuggling deep inside you cunt, as you felt his shaft stretch your poor, weeping walls.
"I–ahh–I fucking hate you," you snapped through gritted teeth, your hips slowly rocking against his. Whatever you'd drunk still flowed in your veins, forcing another fog over your mind. "I hate you, so, s-so–mhm Satoru, just, fuck, p-please–"
His fingers dug deep into your perked-up ass, ocean eyes glimmering at the sight of your arched back. Sweat beaded on your neck, and your teary gaze looked over your shoulder in a furious, desperate, pleading manner.
He chuckled, taking a little vial from his tattered tunic. Opening it with his teeth, he handed it your way.
"What is it?" you asked, trying to sound at least a bit suspicious.
His eyes squinted, lips turned wickedly up. "Just a simple water. You'll feel a bit better."
"Drink it first."
"You don't trust me?"
You bit down your lip, shaking your head a bit.
Satoru hummed before taking a sip of the liquid without hesitation. It seeped warmly through his body, dripping down to the burning loins.
Seeing that he truly acted normally, you took it from his fingers and drank it all in one go. But… oh.
You shot head his way, seeing nothing, but a nasty grin. "This…"
He leaned closer, pressing his hand back between your shoulder blades. His face drew nearer, then he licked your lips with his wine-sweetened tongue. "Tastes similar, my love?"
A wave of heat was rolling faster, an even stronger aphrodisiac flowing through your veins. Breathing became harder, your mind already blind, as he pushed your melted body into a deeper arch.
"I love you so much, my Goddess," he whispered, peppering your sizzling cheek. "I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good, I promise. My sweet, beautiful wife. Just trust me."
…I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised you'd come back again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now...
One wrong turn can truly cost your life. The map gets lost, roads loop around, and every sign leads to the same town. Empty and eerie, with a dull sound bouncing off the walls every night. A voice of your long-gone lover, whom you left years ago.
a part of slutty (slasher) summer
˖♱ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Pyramid Head!Toji Fushiguro x Ex!Reader ꒱
˖♱ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ Silent Hill AU :: not accurate with the game :: set in late 80s :: small town mystery :: horror :: yandere motifs :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: psycho ex Toji :: like PSYCHO :: guilt tripping :: manipulation :: blood :: murders :: mentions of past kidnapping :: side character's death (someone from jjk) :: memory loss :: reader is also a bit crazy :: rough sex :: belly bulges :: HEAVY breeding kink :: it's kinda nasty :: Toji is MONSTROUS :: like two meters tall and super heavy :: 10.6K WORDS ꒱
˖♱ ݁˖ notes: I pondered whether I should post this story. It seemed a bit too dark and bloody at first, and really freaky, but I decided it's a horror, so the horror vibe should be kept...
"I love you so much, baby."
His deep-voiced kisses warmed the skin of your neck.
"I love you so fucking much."
Big hands gripped your hips tighter. Massive body leaned towards your arched back, lips leaving drenched kisses along your spine.
"My beautiful girl, my love."
He moved your body with a brutal tenderness, letting another moan escape your throat. The darkness of the tiny room blinded your sight; the bed hit the old walls, the wood coming off with a pinching needle.
His warm breath mixed with your cries, chest pressed to your back, pounding with the warmth and maddening adoration. The deep thrusts made your spine tingle, eyes looking over your shoulder only to get covered by the petal kisses of his.
"Tell me how much you love me." He demanded, biting into your shoulder. "Baby, tell me you'll never leave me."
Your answer came through the thick fog, inaudible and incomprehensible. Whatever you said, he chuckled, a low groan in your ear.
You said something - a name.
But its letters fell into something unclear, confusing. Swelling your heart in an utterly familiar way, yet long-forgotten by your mind.
"I won't," you cried, feeling a strong arm wrap around your neck. "I won't leave, you…"
A low chuckle tickled your earlobe as the thrusts grew faster. More brutal, waving your body through the mattress, with a few little kisses of sunshine wrapping your holding hands.
"Wake up, baby," he whispered. "Wake up…"
"Hey, wake up!" Someone pinched your arm, immediately bringing you back from the deep slumber.
The car was rolling slowly along the forest road, all your friends arguing about something that was still understandable to your still-dizzy mind.
A low "Auch" slipped past your lips when Shoko accidentally hit your ribs with an elbow.
"Sorry," she sighed, bending double to check whether the thing they were all looking for was under the seat. "It's not here either."
Suguru, in the driver's seat, sighed and slammed his fist against the wheel. "Satoru, you're such an fucking idiot."
Cursing in the passenger seat, Satoru checked his bag again and again before opening the glove box. Long fingers searched through the condoms and stacks of cigarettes, still not finding the thing everyone was frantically looking for.
"I swear, I left it here," Satoru groaned, pointing at the box.
"What's going on?" You murmured, peeking at Shoko, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She sighed. "Satoru lost the map."
Your eyes widened and lips fell open as you shot a deathly look towards your friend. "What?! Satoru, please tell me you're joking!"
He looked over his shoulder. Milky hair brushed his forehead, and ocean eyes were already squinted in irritation. "I told all of you that giving me a map is not a good idea!"
Utahime, sitting next to Shoko, snorted, and Choso, with Yuki occupying the third row of the van, joined her with mumbled groans.
"Are you five? How could you lose the map?" Utahime groaned, pressing palms to her eyes. "Oh my god, so what now?"
You felt a shiver drip down your spine as the sizzling sun, which had burned your skin just moments before, slipped into a slumber and suddenly disappeared. Instead, a fog rose. It curled and wrapped around Suguru's old van, which was meant to take you straight to the campsite. The rest of the group should already be there, but you still had about two hours of driving.
"Look, the road can't be that fucking complicated," Yuki said, pulling herself up and resting her arms on your headrest. "Let's just drive straight until we find another petrol station. I'm sure they'll have some maps."
Suguru bit the inside of his cheek, cursing under his breath. "We're lost. I know it because that's the third time I've passed this car park."
Everyone leaned towards the right side of the car, following the small spot. The low, stony wall separated it from the slippery cliff overlooking a dense forest. A small body of water, a lake of some sort, peeked through the bending trees, yet the fog was too dense to see it clearly.
He stopped the van at the parking lot, no other soul around.
You wiped your eyes and yawned, opening the van's heavy door.
The air felt cold and crisp, sending shivers down your spine and pinching naked arms with little needles. You took the hoodie from your suitcase, pulling the soft, pinkish material over your top-clothed body. You stepped into the muddy pool in the white trainers, and a groany sigh slipped past your lips as you walked towards the stony wall.
Shoko joined you, a thin cigarette already lit between her fingers, before taking the first draw.
"I did not prepare clothes for such nasty weather," Utahime joined you, curling herself into Shoko's side. "Fuck, where the hell are we? It's been only an hour since we entered the forest. I was literally melting on that station."
Satoru and Suguru were still snapping at each other inside the car, while Choso and Yuki settled on the hood. With an old map from five years ago that was found in the trunk, they started scribbling a new one. They fought like an old couple, with Choso trying to draw neat lines and Yuki pointing her finger at the roads which were no longer used.
You chuckled, turning back to admire the heavy, misty view unfolding before your eyes. A gentle wind carried whispers, and an earthy smell tickled your nostrils. Your foot kicked the little pebble as it rolled and rolled, till it finally fell through the crack in an old stony wall. Trees whistled, a few branches creaking under the gentle mass of the rising fog.
"Are you okay?" Shoko's low voice suddenly brought you back.
Your head turned, a weak smile tugging on your lips. "Yeah, just a bad dream."
Grey smoke curled around her sweet face, brushed with long chestnut hair, slumber eyes trying to decode the restlessness beaming from your gaze.
"You were talking through your sleep."
Another pebble fell down the cliff as you kicked them one by one. Hands deep in the warm sweatpants, you thanked the god for wearing them instead of the shorts.
"Really? Sorry, sometimes it happens."
Shoko hummed, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief. Sometimes.
"You were repeating someone's name."
You bit the plush inside of your cheek, still looking down at your muddy shoes. A visible feeling of curiosity beamed off her eyes, while lips curled around the head of the cigarette. Another cloud of smoke mixed with the fog before she shyly, almost awkwardly, brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
You could already sense her next questions. After all, you've been friends for the past four years, and she'd never heard the name you sometimes repeated in your sleep.
Years of sharing the rented apartment, years of hearing your wailings and cries, always leading to one word only.
"So," she started, helping you kick the pebbles through the crack in the wall. "Do you want to share who's To–"
"Hey everyone!" Choso suddenly called, immediately getting your attention.
Shoko's lips fell into an awkward line before she turned with a muttered curse. In the depth of your mind, you thanked Choso for the timing and whispered, "Sorry, let's talk later," to your dear friend.
"What is it?" Suguru asked, slamming his van's door.
Everyone walked closer to Choso and Yuki, crouching over the old map.
"Here," Choso's finger landed on a crossed mark. "That's where we currently are. And here is the road we should take," he traced the thin line, at some point going outside the forest.
"Great, then let's go," Satoru clasped, turning back towards the passenger's seat.
"Wait," Choso muttered with furrowed brows. "The problem is, this forest road was cut off years ago. We shouldn't even be here. In fact, after leaving the gas station, we were supposed to go here," his finger pointed at the road that went around the dense forest, far away from the coastline stretching behind your hunched backs.
A low fuck slipped past Suguru's lips as he gave a bitter laugh. Satoru took a step back, both hands high in the air – either ready to fight the wrath bubbling beneath Suguru's chest or trying to justify himself for the tenth time.
"I didn't tell you to go through the forest."
Suguru shot him a glare as he bit the soft inside of his cheek. The gentle wind brushed his dishevelled hair, and lavender eyes squinted at his friend.
"I know. I just naturally thought we were supposed to go this way," he squatted with a sigh, head hanging low between his slumped shoulders. "Should we go back to the station?"
"Actually…" Utahime's pitched voice slashed through the foggy air as she pointed her finger at something down the stony wall. "I see a silhouette of the church. Maybe there's a city we can check. I guess they will know the way out of the forest."
Choso's forehead wrinkled as he looked at the map more closely. Finger tracing the point you were supposed to be at, before a faint oh fell from his lips.
"You're right. There is some town here," his hazelnut eyes squinted, a few locks of long hair brushed the pale cheek. "But I can't read the name. There's a coffee stain."
He glanced up at Yuki's cherry cheeks.
"Sorry," she giggled. "I may or may not have spilt a few droplets on it this morning."
She kissed his cheek with a sweet pout before hugging the hoodie closer around her arms. The weather wasn't strictly cold, yet an unpleasant chill bit at everyone's skin, and a nippy fog gently hugged the shivering bodies.
There was something utterly grim yet beautiful about it. The way it floated with an unbothered air, as if gliding over the serene lake and the humming trees long before the dimmed light kissed the chilly earth. It rose high, hugging your ankles, calves, and thighs, as if slowly smooching your skin with frozen kisses.
It moved with you and changed with you, each step dissipating the weak puffs of hazy gloominess before it wrapped itself around you again.
You hid hands in the pockets before covering head with a hood.
"Should we go then?" Shoko sighed, squinting to see the pointed, crossed roof of the church. "Maybe they also have a new map."
A set of old wooden stairs led down towards the little town settled deep in the forest. You had no other option, so, with a heavy sigh, Suguru took a few things from the trunk.
"Here," he said, giving you, Choso, and Utahime a flashlight. "Try not to twist your ankle on this mud."
That said, he slowly walked down the stairs.
A drenched, narrow forest path led deeper into the woods. Trees bent and creaked wickedly over your bodies, humming the melody of long-forgotten memories. Each step rose a wet squelch into the air, as all of you walked in silence, following Suguru carefully.
He bickered with Satoru like an old couple, murmurs and hisses being the only sounds that mixed with the scrape of the old branches.
And as you walked, with each step wetter than the last and the narrow path nearing closer to the old church, something in your chest panged.
Head felt dizzy, almost heavy, as if the trees you passed, the leaves sticking to your shoes, the earthy smell and the old, stony church were a part of some distant memory. The one you tried to forget for a long, long time, as if your mind had simply erased it.
A name of some sort was at the tip of your tongue.
And the deeper you walked, the closer it was slipping towards your lips.
The silence stretched as you left the dense forest and walked next to the first glimmers of the town. Abandoned ranches, a windmill, a cemetery, a church that stood tall and spooky, towering over the gravelly road.
"Why is the fog getting denser?" Utahime shivered, trying to disperse it with her hand. "What is this place?"
Solely shadows and silhouettes appeared on the horizon, with a few more old ranches passing by as you walked deeper. There was no way to tell where you were or which way you were going – the land was cold and wrapped in fog, leaving no option but to immerse yourself blindly.
Something sinister hung in the air. Something that made your chest tighten and tongue fill the inside of the cheek, as if those two words you tried to remember were already tickling its tip.
"Is that a fucking cemetery?" Satoru muttered before he tripped over the small grave. "Fuck, sorry."
Suguru lit the way with the flashlight, casting a few flickers towards the old, long-forgotten tombs.
You've read them, one by one, each letter feeling almost familiar. As if some of them were already deeply carved into your mind, yet closed by a mysterious spell of some sort.
S… the name surely had an s…
"Choso, are you sure we're going the right way?" Satoru asked, instantly pulling a snort from Suguru's throat.
"That's rich coming from you," he muttered, ignoring his friend's deadly glare.
Choso lit the map, hazelnut eyes squinting as if trying to check your position. But as it was rather clear – he couldn't. For the town was simply too small and too unknown for the map to show its narrow, old roads exactly.
"We're on a good path. I guess."
"It's not like we have any other option," Yuki muttered, a grim tugging on her lips as she traced all the neglected stones. "But looking at this place, I'm not sure whether there's any civilisation."
And there was also an H… yes… S and H…
"A ghost town?" Shoko wondered out loud, lighting another cigarette. "That sounds fun."
Utahime, wrapped around her arm, trembling and shivering either from the cold or from fear, furrowed her brow. "Don't say that! This place is terrifying. I would much rather go back to the gas station."
S… hmm… S-s-s-s…
A light pinch to your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and you quickly looked at Shoko. She pushed Utahime towards Yuki, then slowed her pace and led you to the back.
"Are you okay? You're doing this again," she said, hooking her arm under yours.
Grey smoke mixed with the fog, its density only worsening. You didn't even notice she was observing your crazy, private murmurs to yourself all this time, and so a warmth kissed your neck.
"Just tired," you lied, sending her a weak smile. "It's just that…" I feel like I know this place. "I didn't get much sleep. I'm fine."
She pouted, taking another long drag. Her cheeks flushed sweetly beneath the chilly pinching, arms brushed yours. Lying to her felt horrible, nipping little needled into your aching chest.
Yet explaining the sudden fog that filled your mind seemed too difficult. First of all, it was something you wished to unravel yourself – this eerie sensation that tried to guide you towards a memory that warmed your heart with a pleasant flame.
Similar to the one you felt during the dream – hot and tender, with the name of the man who traced the loving kisses down your weeping spine.
The man who felt so familiar yet distant, plaguing your dreams for the past year. His face was never there, as if your mind had simply erased it.
"If you say so," Shoko sighed. "Oh, everyone. There's some board over there!"
All three lighters turned to a washed-green metal sign and… and your heart stopped.
"Silent Hill," Suguru read.
The air felt as if it had suddenly slipped into something heavier, colder, sending a wave of shivers through everyone's spines.
"Silent indeed," Satoru tried to relax the atmosphere, yet his pale cheeks turned cherry-red.
Silent Hill.
A soft, almost inaudible oh fell past your lips, yet everyone turned their heads to peek at your frozen, plagued-by-dread face.
With eyes bulging and lower lip trembling, you shifted your gaze from the old sign and looked farther towards the road. The fogged houses, abandoned and wrecked, looked so familiar. The mill, the church, the weeping willow hanging somewhere on the horizon. Long, slender branches weeping silently as the fog brushed them gently.
Something in your mind unlocked.
A memory of something, someone. And with it, the various sensations washed over you one by one. Dread of a sort, yet mixed with the passion that swelled your heart with the maddening, almost threatening temptation.
"What is it?" Shoko asked, squeezing your arm. "Do you know this place?"
A minute had passed before your short nod made everyone take a deep, whistling breath.
"It's my home," you mumbled, taking a step closer.
You walked slowly along the concrete road, with nothing but fog guiding you farther into the familiar, earthy smell swirling in the chilly air.
"Your home–"
Yuki started, but you quickly interrupted. "I was born here. I left this place five years ago, just before going for graduate school."
"Why?" Utahime tilted her head as everyone passed the old sign and followed you deep into the town.
You shrugged, passing the old university, now looking more deserted than ever. The old, creamy building was coated in dark smoke, as if someone had attempted to burn it.
Some memories, old and eerie, flashed through your mind, but you simply couldn't piece them together into a coherent picture. As if whatever happened here, in the town where you spent over twenty years of your life, was too scarring for your mind to remember.
As if the horrors you went through simply vanished from your memory, as if blotted out by the thick, unremovable marker.
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the unpleasant sensation squeezing your heart.
"I don't know," you answered honestly. "My parents told me I had an accident just after finishing my bachelor's degree. I only remember my life after moving cities. Whatever happened here…" you sighed, seeing that the hospital, built of deep red brick, was also half-burnt. "I don't know. They never talked about it."
Suguru and Satoru looked into some old cars standing freely by the road, as if looking for any sign of life.
But it seemed that the city had been abandoned for a long, long time, leaving nothing but the mist and tattered buildings.
"I don't think we'll find anything useful here," Choso sighed, opening another car's door. "I just don't understand why everyone suddenly left. Some of those cars probably still work." He slipped inside and grabbed something. "You see? Someone's purse, with the ID and everything. Why would you leave it behind?"
It was quite clear that none of you wished to be here anymore. That the goosebumps rose on your skins and foggy breaths escaped with a shudder.
The air was slipping into something eerie, wicked – not quite cold, but tingling your spines with the sense that lingering here any longer would do you no good.
"We should go back…" Utahime whispered, cuddling into Shoko's arm. "I don't feel good here."
"Well, why won't we at least visit your old home? Maybe you'll find something to bring back your memories."
"And we also need a few more batteries," Suguru murmured, shaking his slowly fading flashlight. "Let's look around, okay? But please don't walk alone anywhere."
You didn't remember exactly where you lived. But it seemed that your feet did, as after a few minutes you all found yourselves standing beneath the crimson-brick gate of an old apartment complex. No more than five floors, with the weeping windows and wet ivy curling around the empty frames.
Another tingling ran down your spine, as if to let you know it was here. That was the place you called home five years ago. Before you woke up in another city, with hazy memories of a life so strange, your mind simply decided to leave it alone.
A small garden curled around the building. The withered trees hung over the grimy windows; ivy covered the full length of the black metal gate. You pushed it gently, sending a high-pitched creak through the air.
Leaves swirled in the thick mist, falling gently onto the grey earth as you took the first steps inside.
"I don't remember on which floor my apartment was," you murmured, opening the old, crimson door.
Leading you all right into the long building. The fog slipped around you, marking the old, dusty rugs covering the creaking wooden planks. The air inside smelled musty and damp, yet much warmer than the chill spiralling outside. As if the heating was still active, with warmth running through the pipes connecting the abandoned apartments.
Two pairs of stairs led towards different parts of the building, and so you all looked at each other with the what now painting your tensed faces.
"Okay, me, Satoru, Yuki and Choso will go and look for some batter," Suguru said. "You, Shoko and Utahime will try to find your apartment."
"That's not fair. Why is no man coming with us?" Utahime snorted, wrapping her jumper more tightly around her goosebumped shoulders.
Satoru chuckled and slipped, "Because you have Shoko," before a low ouch followed after the brunette hit the back of his head.
"Anyways," Suguru sighed, pulling Satoru to his side. Like a naughty child who always needed a trusted adult around. "Let's meet here in thirty minutes. And please, don't leave this building no matter what. If you get lost in this fog, then it's over."
With brief nods, all of you went your way. You, Shoko and Utahime, climbed the left side, as something deep in your gut, a sense of sorts, led you towards it.
And the truth was that – you didn't know what to expect.
Your memories were slowly returning. Of Brookhaven Hospital, of Rosewater Park just passed, of Heaven's Night Club, which seemed to whisper tricksters' hints, as if wishing you to remember all the evenings you spent there. Drunk and giggly, always hanging on someone's shoulder, never on the one who haunted your dreams.
And the man, whoever he was, seemed to be a piece of the larger puzzle.
His low voice still swirling at the back of your mind. Heavy body pressing against yours, as you lay in the small, cosy room. With the sun or rain or fog slipping through the cracked window, as the seasons outside changed through all within one dream.
Sometimes, he kissed you during winter.
Another time, fucked amid the dark, rainy autumn.
When the feverish heat coated your bodies with the sheen of sweat, he promised his life to you over the deep, summer night. With the grasshoppers peeking through the thin blinds, and your mind registering nothing but the pleasure he bestowed upon your slumbered body.
And the farther you walked into the building, the more you seemed to recognise.
Because the room from your dreams must've been here.
You walked up the second floor, taking careful, quiet steps and checking every apartment with a flashlight, each and every corner.
Sometimes, a mouse crossed your path. A cockroach warmed itself next to the heating radiator, while the yellow lights flickered over the long corridors. There were at least ten apartments per floor – each one you quickly checked, holding your breath as you walked in first.
Because after a while, being here felt almost natural. As if your body consciously remembered your way around. Fingers brushing the familiar handrails, flicking the creamy light buttons, walking the old, wooden stairs that creaked under your feet.
"It looks more like a hotel," Utahime murmured, checking herself in the hallway's dirty mirror.
"Because it was," you confirmed, walking up to the second floor. "But it was too expensive, and developers changed it into an apartment complex."
Shoko hummed, opening the first door of the second floor with a gentle push. "That would explain why it's so easy to get lost in here. And also, why some flats are so tiny."
You checked the second floor, then the third, and only when you went onto the fourth did your breath hitch.
Because at the very end of the corridor, a door was ajar.
With the warm, steady light spilling from the small crack.
The three of you looked at each other, each more scared than the other.
"Don't tell me…" Utahime started, her voice trembling as if she had walked a mile in the snowstorm.
You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "I think that's my apartment."
So you walked closer and closer and closer, each step careful and soft, as if you were afraid of awakening whatever resided inside the still-warmed flat.
And when you pushed the wooden door, nothing but a normal, cosy apartment spread before your eyes.
Opening right into the living room, with the sofa still intact and the crimson rugs hugging the clean floor. The kitchen, whose shelves seemed fine and almost full, with a soft buzz from the fridge filling the small space.
The little, round table stood in the middle, with a withered rose hanging low over the burnt candle.
You stepped inside, your eyes sweeping the place as if looking for the hint of life you had left there.
As if trying to see your past self spread on the green sofa. Or looking out at the garden from the balcony, with a cup of tea in your hand.
Maybe dreaming on the soft bed, filling the tiny bedroom fully. Till nothing but a single bedside table slipped neatly between the frame and the wall.
Your fingers brushed the slightly dusty dresser, and you noticed a few dusty pictures.
All of them showing you.
And a–
"Oh, was that your boyfriend?" Utahime gasped, grabbing one of them. "Oh gosh, so handsome!"
And handsome he was.
Much taller than you, with muscles bulging beneath the leather jacket and white T-shirt showing through his broad chest.
Short, raven hair brushed his forehead gently, ending just above the bottle-green eyes. Deep and lowered, looking right at your smiley figure, cuddled to his side.
A smirk tugged at his lips, and only then did you spot a nasty scar running across them.
He was… someone.
Someone dear, someone close, yet someone you should stay away from. The sheer sight of him made your heart swell with both inexplicable fondness and fear.
"I don't know," you muttered, brushing his face with your thumb.
Shoko was going through the search on her own, and when her frightened, trembling voice filled the silent apartment, both you and Utahime quickly made your way to her.
She sat at the kitchen table, with a few old newspapers lying on the wooden surface and her trembling fingers turning through them one by one.
A gentle, yellow light hung over her head, casting a soft glow on her bulging, chestnut eyes and fallen lips.
"I don't know who you were just talking about," she took a deep breath before turning one of the newspapers your way. "But if that's him, then your parents had a good reason to leave this town."
Your eyes traced a row of neatly printed letters. Turning into words of some sort, but the longer you read them, the less sense they made. They puzzled over a piece of something peculiar, almost eerie, that gave you a painful, pulsing headache.
Utahime gasped, covering her mouth with a hand.
Shoko sat frozen, following the changing expressions on your face, as you dropped onto another chair.
She said your name. Whispered, while Utahime placed a hand on your shoulder.
You didn't understand why.
Because the words on the paper, linking into a Five male students and one female bartender killed out of jealousy! still sounded incoherent.
And when your eyes moved onto another newspaper, the world started to swirl.
The jealous boyfriend strikes again – another three lives to mourn.
Kidnapping of the female student – the girl found after a week!
And when your eyes dropped onto the newspaper from five years ago, just a few weeks after you left – your breath hitched.
Murderer on the loose! The man who took the lives of eight male students and kidnapped his girlfriend escapes from jail.
And in each one of the articles, there was the same face.
The one who looked at you with unconditional love, as you nuzzled your cheek into his leather jacket and let the heavy arm wrap around your shoulder.
"Toji Fushiguro," Utahime read before giving you a quick look. "And the girl who was kidnapped…"
You nodded, still staring blankly at the piece of paper. "Yeah. That was me."
And yet you had no memories of the supposed days spent under lock and key.
No, but rather of something warm and fuzzy tickling your skin. Of the warm kisses peppering your neck, thighs, and breasts, as the same man hung over you, wrapping you in a protective embrace.
You couldn't tell, however, whether those were memories of sorts, or rather yet another dream that haunted your mind every single night.
A dream of you loving someone, and him loving you – in an utterly twisted, possessive yet true manner.
"Toji Fushiguro," the name spilt sweetly on your tongue, like a honeyed glaze that stuck to the inside of your cheeks.
Sounding familiar and almost lovable, ripping another large, foggy flake from your memory. And as it fell somewhere into the depths of your mind, the man's face, always hiding behind your arched back, suddenly became clear. The name you whispered in your dreams over and over again, stuck heavy to your throat.
Toji Fushiguro.
A man, a lover, a nightmare.
You bit the inside of your cheek, brushing with a thumb his printed face. Handsome, yet scarred with an intimidating look. Completely different from the voice that guided you sweetly in your dreams.
Before you could open your mouth, a loud, weeping scream filled the whole building, as if it were coming from the deepest, ripest parts of someone's lungs, sending a surge of shivers down your spine.
Shoko immediately stood up and walked towards the ajar door. She peeked through the little crack, as if waiting for another scream to bounce off the dark hallway's walls.
And when it came with the same intensity, you and Utahime joined her.
"It sounded like Yuki," Shoko whispered, lighting the old carpet with a trembling flashlight.
A shuddered breath escaped her throat as she tried to keep the hand steady. But it seemed impossible, with the metallic stench slowly rising above the floors and floating right your way.
"Should we check it?" Utahime asked, trying to hide herself behind the doorframe. "Let's find the rest and just get the hell out of this place. I'm going to start crying any second now.
And she was right, as her lip trembled in fear and fingers clenched Shoko's arm in a deadly grip.
You curled your hands into a fist and took a flashlight from Shoko's hands. "Follow me. There's a hallway linking both sides, we can join them through it."
In a slow, single file, you slipped out of the room, with Shoko gripping your arm and Utahime's muffled cries filling the silent corridor. Each of your steps left a creak as the carpet-clad floors wept under your trembling bodies.
The hallway felt never-ending, leading you through the darkness and ajar rooms – always empty and cold, very different from your still cosy apartment.
Something moved at the end of the corridor. Another weep pinched your spines, and this time, it wasn't Utahime.
All three of you froze in place when a few muffled voices came from a place nearby. Unpleasant whispers, dull sobs, sounding slightly familiar.
"Yuki?" You whispered, waiting a few seconds before calling, "Suguru?"
You took another step, although your two trembling friends made it almost impossible. Utahime didn't try to hide her tears anymore, weeping right into Shoko's hoodie. She, on the other hand, bit her lower lip hard, till a few droplets of crimson blood bubbled on her dry skin.
"Choso?" You whispered again, awaiting any sign that the voices you've just heard were not, in fact, your imagination.
Or something worse – unknown, eerie, befitting the mystery that hugged this town with the innocent, soft fog.
You took a few steps before something grabbed your arm and pulled all three of you into one of the rooms.
"What the–"
But before you could finish, someone's trembling hand covered your lips.
You would recognise that light hair everywhere. With chestnut eyes dancing madly and milky skin dirtied with some sticky liquid.
"S-shh-hh," Yuki whispered, pressing a crimson finger to her lips. "Don't s-say anything, f-fuck…" She quickly looked out the room before closing the door.
Someone gasped, and only then did you notice Choso sitting right next to her. Curled against the wall, with his head between his shoulders and muffled, low cries slipping past his trembling lips.
"Choso…" Shoko inhaled with a hiss before her trembling hand touched his shoulder. "Choso are you okay?"
When he looked up, all three of you froze.
With mouth agape and eyes wide as porcelain plates, he traced the crimson stench trickling down his cut eyebrow. His white shirt turned vermilion, and his lip trembled as he looked at your untouched state.
"So you didn't meet him, huh?" He whispered, grabbing Shoko's wrist. "The m-monster, you didn't see h-him?"
Utahime was already on the verge of tears, so she curled up in the room's dusty corner, her thighs drawn to her chest. Shoko ripped a piece of her T-shirt and pressed it to Choso's bleeding forehead.
"What monster? Where's Satoru and Suguru?" Shoko asked, trying to keep a cool, steady tone.
But you could see the sweat trickling down her creamy neck. Eyes darted between Yuki and Choso, one looking worse than the other.
A loud sob slipped past Yuki's lips before she quickly muffled it with her hand. Choso groaned, banging his head against the wall, trying to hold back the tears that were scratching his eyelids.
"They're gone," he said so quietly, you needed to take a second look at his face.
Shoko placed hands on his cheeks, keeping his head steady. "What do you mean gone?"
He didn't need to say anything, for the deep, miserable sigh that escaped his throat and Yuki's storming sobs were enough.
"They were in another room, looking for those f-fucking batteries, a-and…" Another muffled cry filled the chilly room.
"He got them," Choso finished.
"He?" You asked, curling fingers on your hoodie. "Who's he?"
"I don't know. He's massive, like a fucking monster. Wears a helmet of sorts, but it looks triangular. And carries this, I don't know, long, heavy knife," Choso buried hands in his hair, tugging on them with a painful breath. "He cut them as if they were a fucking slice of meat. Fuck, we barely managed to run away, but he's still somewhere here."
And before you could ask anything else, a loud bang sliced through the long corridor. Something heavy hit the old pipes, and the dull clatter rose into the stale air. Hit after hit, growing steadily closer, as whatever was causing it turned your way.
Yuki and Choso looked at each other with bulging eyes before flying towards the door. Through the small crack, they peeked their heads out for a second before closing it with a thud.
"Everyone hide," Choso ordered, frantically scanning the small room. "His sight isn't the best, but he has a real-fucking-good sense of smell. Hide somewhere here."
Shoko pulled the trembling Utahime from the corner, then moved them both behind the long, dirty curtains.
The deep night had fallen over the abandoned town, bathing the tiny room in darkness as deep as the midnight sky. The fog rose in thick layers, slipping through the cracks in the window sills. The rain lay a thin layer over the tall windows, painting them with cries and weepings, as if wishing to muffle your heavy breaths filling the lonely apartment.
The noise was growing louder as all of you hid in the darkest corners of the room – behind the curtains, deep inside the closet, and under the lone, thin bed.
Yuki and Choso curled together beneath it, while you breathed in the old, musty air of the dresses waiting patiently in the closet. Sweat trickled down your neck, lungs squeezed, head pulsed.
Not in pain, but rather a strange feeling that pinched your heart in such an unsettling manner.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor as someone began kicking in the doors to the apartments one by one. Looking inside for a few minutes before moving to the next, and next, with the dull, metallic noise cutting the vermilion carpet.
A low groan accompanied each step, as if the monster mumbled something under his nose.
A word… a name.
Sounding familiar yet so strange, only when he stood under your door did you recognise that it was indeed a name of yours.
A faint oh god, fell past Utahime's lips before Shoko quickly pressed her hand to shut her up.
Because the moment your room opened – everyone held their breath.
You peered through the little crack in the closet and pressed a hand to your lips. A shaky, teary gasp filled your tiny space as you saw a monster walking inside the room.
At least two metres tall, with shoulders barely fitting through the door frame and a single dirty cloth wrapped around his hips. A large, triangular helmet covered his panting face, while a vein-bulging hand dragged a long knife. Heavy, covered in vermilion liquid dripping onto the floor.
The stench of blood swirled in the air, mingling with a heavy, musky fragrance that tickled your nose. His footsteps shook the floor; beefy arms squeezed through the entrance as he stood in the middle of the room, looking around it at a slow, unhurried pace.
Your name once again fell off his lips, followed by a muffled baby baby baby, stuck in his mind like a mantra. A low, groany voice deepened the density of the aura he spread around himself.
And then… the massive, crimson helmet turned your way.
He took a deep breath, as if following the smell that slipped past the closet's cracked door.
He has some real-fucking-good sense of smell, you remembered Choso's words and gasped.
His steps were slow, rather crooked, as the long blade bent his back in an utterly strange way. The muscular, wide chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat, yet the fragrance smelled rather pleasant.
Familiar.
"Baby," his muffled groan slipped from beneath the helmet.
You knew this voice – low, raspy, lined with the tenderness that contradicted the pulsing dreadfulness it drew beneath your chest.
The same softness that haunted your dreams.
Your hand pressed against the door, eyes following his body as it came closer. And closer, and closer, until the musky smell hit your nostrils much harder as he grabbed the old closet door.
He didn't just open them, but tore them from the hinges with a single pull. Till nothing but a few pieces of wood hung loosely, exposing your small figure curled between the flowery dresses.
"T-To–"
But before you could finish, his fingers curled around your neck.
Pulling you closer, until you needed to stand on your toes to match his eye level. Although it was difficult to tell where his eyes were, as he hauled you right in front of his triangular helmet.
You've never felt such strength. Deathly, monstrous, overpowering you in every sense, with fat fingers gripping your throat.
"T-Toji…" you coughed again, dragging your nails over his beefy forearm. "Toji i-it's me."
His head tilted, as if trying to register your words.
You wriggled beneath his grip, twisted and squirmed, feeling pulsing blood slowly hitting your head.
A moment passed before he set you free, letting you fall back into the closet. But not for long, as a second later his arms curled around your waist and the world suddenly turned upside down.
You were hanging off his shoulder, with head dangling high in the air till you could see nothing but his blade dragged dully across the carpet.
You've noticed Shoko's bulging eyes mingling beneath the crisp moonlight. Yuki's arm trying to wriggle itself free from beneath the bed, until Choso quickly pulled her back in.
Everyone heard the monster whisper your name.
So everyone was ready to leave you be and save their own life.
And for that matter, you didn't mind it. As the long-gone feelings that had stayed locked deep within the confines of your heart suddenly spilt through the tiny cracks.
Your body hung swaying as the monster walked along the corridor. Towards the only apartment that was still brimming with life, as if cared for and tended to for years, waiting for your comeback.
When he passed the entrance and closed the door with a thud, you waited for your feet to touch the floor.
But instead, he dragged you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the soft bed. Your back bounced off the mattress as you tried to squirm into the farthest corner of the room.
He didn't let you go, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back in. Until you gasped, feeling his massive hands hook under your thighs, only to fold you in half.
"Take it off," he mumbled, dragging the end of his metal helmet along your trembling chin. "Take it off, baby."
You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing the heavy, triangular helmet with both hands. The bloody stench dropped down the floor together with a loud clacker, filling the rain-peppered bedroom.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as the fog covering the face that appeared in your dreams every single night finally melted away your sealed memories.
The face of the only man you have ever loved loomed over your head.
With emerald eyes tracing the softness of your skin, gleaming in the chilly moonlight filtering through the blinds.
You trembled when he lifted his fingers to brush your cheek.
"My baby," he whispered, a low groan hitting you with a blooming warmth. His massive body fully blocked the only moonlight spilling in, bathing you in heat radiating from his chest. "It's been so long since I've lost you."
You didn't know what to do with your hands, but as he nuzzled his face against your breasts, you wrapped them around his neck. Tugging gently at raven hair, damp against his skin.
"Tell me you missed me," his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, as he pressed them against your chest. "Baby, tell me you thought of me this whole time."
But answering him was much more difficult than you expected, with fear and dizziness knotting deep in your neck. Only a soft pant slipped past your lips as he kissed your neck gently, licking the sweaty skin with a groan.
"W-why did you kill them?" you finally asked. "My friends…"
He knew who you were talking about, and chuckled, pulling away slightly, just to get a better view of your lovely face, with softly pouted lips and big eyes, looking up at his massive frame in panic.
"Because they wanted to take you away from me," He grinned. "Why the sad face, baby? Were they someone special for you?"
You bit lower lip, but he quickly pulled it down from between your teeth. "Answer me, baby. Were they someone special?"
"Y-ye–"
But Toji tilted his head, quickly cutting you off. "I would think twice before answering, baby."
You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your trousers. Fat digits, slowly, slowly slipping them off your hips. He used one hand to straighten your knees and roll the tracksuit swiftly, while keeping the other on your belly. Heavy and strong, pressing you into the mattress with a force you had no chance against.
The fear froze you in place as his fingers slipped beneath the hoodie.
"You don't want to make me angry, baby. Remember, some of your friends are still here," he muttered, warm breath tickling your earlobe. "Were the men I killed anyone special to you?"
"N-no," you sighed when one of his fat fingers brushed the hem of your bra. "No t-they weren't."
You wriggled beneath his massive body as he folded it in half again. He lifted your hips off the mattress and pressed himself against you with his full, crushing weight. A soft moan slipped past your lips as he tore your bra with a single pull.
Toji hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your chin. "You should be happy I didn't kill your parents, baby," Teeth bit the soft spot just beneath it, forcing you to tilt your head back. "That I was still in jail when they took my girl away from me."
Fear, panic and anxiety mixed with the waves of pleasure he sent through your body. With fingers pinching the perked, naked nipples, and teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.
You voluntarily lifted your hands, allowing him to pull off your hoodie in one swift motion. Leaving you bare and sweating – splayed beneath his massive body, with nothing but a bloodstained leather tunic wrapped around his hips.
The panic echoed through your mind, but the body acted as if it longed for the touch that used to make your head spin from pleasure. Willingly working with his fingers, melting softly beneath the tender touch and kisses, his soft lips peppered you with.
"Those men…" You mumbled, recalling his face plastered to all the major news from five years ago. "The kidnapping. I don't remember anything."
Toji pulled away, his squinted eyes observing your face closely. As if looking for any signs of deceitfulness.
"What do you mean?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, when he leaned over your chest, wrapping lips around one of the perked nipples. Sucking it gently, with a tongue swirling the sensitive bud and giving it a soft bite.
"M-my memory, mhm," your eyes fluttered, feeling his hips press against your soaked panties. "T-tell me, what happened here?"
The stench of vermilion blood still covered his skin, painting it in dripping red strokes. The blood of your dearest friends, most surely.
He ripped your drenched panties off, using the flimsy material to wipe himself clean. Letting your lingerie soak the remains of the people you spent your past few years with.
You didn't dare to move. Didn't dare to fight.
Just allowed yourself to melt under his fingers slipping down your belly, towards the clenching, fluttering cunt that drenched your inner thighs with the nasty, sticky juices.
It felt utterly inappropriate. To feel the lustful flame biting your flesh while spreading yourself beneath the man who had killed your friends just a few minutes earlier.
The roll of your hips in desperate waves, tugging harshly at his raven hair sticking to his neck.
But he was the man you, supposedly, loved dearly those years ago, and it was no surprise that your body, heart, and soul pulled you towards him in weeping despair.
"That female bartender," you gasped, as his finger brushed your trembling clit. "T-toji, wait, please tell me–"
"Shhh," he licked the long stripe between your breasts, across your chest, up your neck, until his lips met yours in a messy, metallic kiss. "My pretty girl. You truly don't remember, hm?"
Your head shook, and lungs desperately gasped for air, as he put his massive weight on your body. Till the mattress dipped beneath your back and a few bedsprings pinched your spine.
"You killed her," he whispered, tugging slightly to keep an eye on the surprise twisting your face. "That's right, baby. You killed her because she flirted with me in the club's bathroom. And I only took the blame for you. After all, I never denied killing those eight fuckers, and another victim didn't make much difference."
Another big slab of memory slipped back into your mind.
From years ago, with a girl, tracing kisses up Toji's neck, as he tried to push her away. Her fingers on his bulging jeans, hand wrapping around the biceps.
You, waiting for her at the club's back door, till she walked out alone and had the misfortune of meeting you.
Her head smashed with a heavy stone, as you huffed and puffed over her body, a rage still bubbling in your veins.
And then Toji appeared – always lurking somewhere around, never out of your sight – hugging you from behind. "She made my baby angry, hm?"
You pouted, turning in his embrace. Eyes looking up to meet his, drenched fingers brushing his cheeks. "I didn't like the way she touched you."
He giggled, nuzzling into your soft palm. He kissed it tenderly, allowing a stench of blood to coat his gentle lips. "That's okay, baby. No one can ever take you away from me. I'm forever yours."
The memory slipped into your mind suddenly, almost like an intrusion, sparking a surge of panic and anxiety that filled your heart with a painful throb.
You killed someone.
You killed a woman, only because of your foolish jealousy.
And the man hanging over you took the blame because there was nothing, ever, he wouldn't do for his precious girl.
"I missed you so fucking much," he connected your maws again, pulling your lower lip with a soft groan. His finger scooped the honeyed juice sticking to your clenching folds, as another filthy moan hit your cheeks. "I bet you taste delicious, hm?"
A shuddering cry fell past your lips, as you felt his fat finger trying to squeeze itself through your tight, wet hole. Sticky juices coated his skin like a spiderweb, yet your clenching muscles were too shut to let his finger in.
"Baby, you need to relax," he chuckled, peppering kisses down your chin.
Through neck, breasts, staying a bit longer to suck on your perked nipples, before biting a small roll of your belly and finally kneeling in front of your spread legs.
"I won't be able to fuck you if you won't open up," emerald eyes followed your tightly shut cunt, before moving up to glance at the warmth hitting your embarrassed cheeks. "It's been so long, hm?" his warm breath smooched your trembling clit. "No one has touched you for the past five years, right, baby?"
Your head nodded in panic as a sly smile tugged at Toji's lips. "N-no one, I-I thought I was a virgin…"
And because the past few years of your life had been nothing but a misty memory, you frankly thought of yourself as fully inexperienced in sexual pleasures. With only lustful dreams plaguing your nights, of a man who currently looked up at you from between your spread legs.
"Truly, baby?" he sniffed your leaking cunt, shifting the air with a loud groan. "Because when I kidnapped you, we did nothing but fucked for a whole week," his fat finger once again tried to push through your walls, only to send a crying moan from your throat. "I filled you with so much cum, we were sure you would walk out pregnant," scarred lips finally pressed to your clit, swirling the trembling button with a drenched tongue. "My sweet baby, you were always crying so prettily on my cock. Come on, open yourself for me."
He sucked, licked, and kissed your puffy clit, with soaked fingers slowly stretching your sealed walls. The muscles wrapped around his digit in an almost painful manner, and he hissed, feeling how tight you truly were.
Your back arched from a pleasure washing over your spine, as he swirled his tongue all over your weeping cunt. Sucking gently on a clit, biting the swollen lips, drinking the spilling juices like a madman, till the sweetness of your pussy marked his whole face. Cheeks and chin, both smeared in the sticky cum, as emerald eyes rolled back at the creaminess spilling over his taste buds.
"I missed you so much, my love, my baby," Toji moaned, pulling you closer to his face. One meaty palm fell over your belly, while two fingers of another tried to slip inside your clenching pussy. "You have no fucking idea how angry I was when they took you. Fuck," another groan of his pinched your spine with a trembling pleasure, as your back arched. "I killed them all."
You glanced down at his wet forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to creamy skin. "Who?"
He groaned when you tugged on his hair. "Everyone. I killed everyone for taking you away from me. For locking me up and letting your parents take you, God knows where."
The abandoned hospital, burnt university, destroyed ranches – he killed them all.
And as much as you wished to feel some sympathy, all the lost memories were slowly flooding your mind.
The days spent in Toji's pleasure, with his maniacal, possessive love, were flooding your mind again. His jealousy and territorial control led to so many unnecessary deaths.
Some of them caused by your hands.
"Good," you suddenly whispered, feeling an overwhelming, blinding pleasure bubbling in your loins. "Mhm, Toji–ah–that's o-okay."
His fat fingers barely slipped inside your cunt, lips worked on your swollen clit with a groan sending tremblings through your sensitive bud. He kissed and licked and sucked your pussy with an almost devoted passion, massive hand pressing your lower belly to the mattress.
You spread your legs farther, allowing his wide shoulders to paint red the insides of your thighs.
"Yeah?" he muttered, slowly looking up. "Are you happy, baby? I punished them all. Just for you."
When his fingers slipped deeper, your head fell back, and a bubbly moan escaped your tightened throat. "F-fuck, am so happy–ahhh."
Your hips rolled against his plastered tongue, chasing the pleasure slowly splashing in your lower belly.
But you didn't want to cum like that. Not on his tongue, when you've already noticed the meaty cock stretching his leather tunic.
And so you placed a foot on his forehead, pushing his starving mouth away. Your sticky juices dripped from his chin, hearts dancing in the emerald eyes, plagued only by the longing and desperation to eat his pretty girl alive.
"Don't test me, baby," he muttered, kissing the sole of your foot. "I've been waiting for you five years. Do you know what it does to a man?"
But you could only smile – slyly, cheekily, as if the girl from five years ago were slowly slipping back into your body – and roll onto your belly. Just to lift your hips and spread your cheeks with one hand.
The droplets of cum oozed from your tight cunt, landing softly on the drenched mattress. The sudden surge of boldness smooched your neck with warm kisses, leaving you bare and trembling right in front of your lover's eyes.
"I don't wish to test you," you muttered, still a bit shyly, avoiding his heavy gaze. "Just please, fuck me already. I want to cum on your cock."
He hummed and stood up. His head almost brushed the ceiling, and his massive body cast a large shadow over your trembling figure. He ripped the leather tunic off his hips with one pull, leaving you completely breathless.
The sudden confidence… suddenly disappeared.
And instead, panic rose in your chest as you saw the hanging monstrosity he had been hiding all this time.
Too heavy to stick to his abdomen, yet stony hard and oozing with musty precum. The bluish veins curled around his fat, pulsing shaft, and the reddened head was ready to burst any second.
Before you could change a position, suddenly feeling that this one felt too intimidating and deep, his hands grabbed your hips and pressed them to his hanging length.
"What happened, baby? You were so confident just a mere seconds ago," Toji chuckled, feeling the heat of your cunt against his cock. "I wanted to stretch you a bit longer, but if you're sure that it's not needed…"
He grabbed pulsing head, drenching it in your juices. It already felt heavy, monstrous, as he smooched your tight entrance with the biting heat that spread all over your swollen pussy.
"N-no, wait–" you tried to push him away, but he quickly pressed you to the mattress with one hand.
A massive palm landed on your back, locking you in one position – with hips high up and nipples brushing the bedding. You begged and wriggled, feeling his massive body tremble with laughter.
"Shhh," he bent over, kissing your spine. "Take a deep breath, baby. You brought it upon yourself."
His massive cock poked on your entrance. Pulsing head squeezing through the tight rim of your muscles, getting itself drenched in your honeyed juices. Your walls squeezed his shaft with a painful pleasure, letting a low groan slip past his lips.
"Toji, you're too big–mmm," a muffled cry hit the pillow, as his hand still kept you pressed to the mattress. "I can't–"
"No, baby," he chuckled, yet a few droplets of sweat bubbled on his forehead. "You can. And you will. I haven't cummed in five fucking years. Do you know how much I've been holding up for you, hm? I hope you came hungry, because today I'll be stuffing you full."
The grip of your cunt was simply maddening, almost tormenting, and if he didn't bite down his lower lips, he would already tear your sweet cunt with a lone thrust. But instead, he slowly pushed in, taking a deep breath as his head fully slipped in.
Thick shaft swabbing your insides, his hand sliding down to feel himself through your belly. Palm pressing the shivering muscles, as he pushed, and pushed, forcing inch by inch into your weeping cunt.
Completely deaf to your sobbing when you tried to pull yourself off his massive cock.
"Toji, please, fuck, that's–ahhh," you attempted to turn your head back, but his hand between your shoulder blades was keeping you in place.
"Just a minute, baby," he hummed, feeling his cock, slide through the tightness of your cunt. Your belly bulged with his thickness, sending another ruffling chuckle through his chest, and a crying moan out of your lips. "I'm almost here. Arch yourself a bit more, hm? Let me hit that sweet spot of yours."
You did as he ordered, hugging the pillow he pressed your face to.
"That's right, my good girl." His fingers opened your pussylips to see the nasty mess coating his length. "Don't tell me you hate it, baby. Your pussy is sucking me in. And I know that if I do this," he suddenly, without a warning, pushed his full length in, drawing a weeping scream from your throat. "You will immediately cum."
And he was right, because the moment his fat, bursting head hit your womb, and fingers pinched your clit – you cummed all over the mattress. Drenching it in crystalline juices, as a wave of pleasure washed over your quivering spine.
He didn't stop. Didn't wait for you to calm down after the first orgasm.
Instead, his thrusts became brutal, almost inhumane, as he pounced on you like a savage monster. With one hand still rolling your clit, he leaned over to lick a filthy strip of your sweat-coated skin. Teeth biting deep into your shoulder, as you cried pitifully, feeling his cock rearrange your insides.
"What's wrong, baby?" He chuckled, noticing a warmth creeping up your neck. "You still want me to pull out?"
Your head shook, teary eyes glancing back at his handsome face. "You're so mean."
Yet your hips started to willingly hit against his, chasing the hefty smooches of his leaking head that swelled your womb. The fat shaft filled you with maddening fullness, hitting all sensitive bumps inside your pussy. Soft walls clamped down on his cock, as if desperately trying to keep it in place.
But Toji's hips were stronger, faster, as he pulled his cock out, till nothing but his tip was still getting sucked by your sweet cunt, only to slam it back and force a moany cry out of your lips.
"Yeah baby, I'm so fucking mean," the sweat glazed his forehead, a few droplets trickling down his massive back. "And I'll be so mean while stuffing your poor belly full. You're not leaving this room until I get you fucking, pregnant."
You moaned, rolling your hips to feel more of his monstrosity brush against your sweet spot. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape, a thread of crystal spit trickling down your chin.
Toji laughed, seeing your fucked-out face drooling into the pillow. "And you're going to thank me for it, right, baby?"
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently nodded your head. "Yeah, my sweet girl. You're not leaving my side ever again."
His hips hit you faster, more brutally, making your back twist into a painful arch and your feet curl, as another wave of pleasure already pinched your lower belly.
"Try to run away, and I'll promise you'll never see the sunlight again."
His cock pounded you madly, and you could swear that it somehow, suddenly, swelled. Becoming even thicker, fatter, till your poor womb cried from the brutal madness of his leaking head and fluttering walls tried to stretch under its sudden growth.
"Tell me how much you love me," he ordered, biting gently on your earlobe. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you missed me."
His massive body pressed you into the mattress; air barely slipped past your compressed lungs, yet a muffled, "I love you–ahhh–T-toji I love you s-so much," still forced its way out of your lips.
"I-m going to, mmm, Toji fuck–"
He chuckled, rolling your clit between his fingers. Cock ravishing your pussy brutally, another wave of cum already splashing in your lower belly, as he put all his massive weight onto your poor, trembling body.
The fat shaft sat heavily inside the sweet warmth of your cunt, nuzzling itself deep against the swollen womb.
And within another second – he finally came.
Or likely burst, painting your insides white, with thick, hefty spurts of sticky seed, filling the little belly pouch. Stuffing your womb full, just as he promised, till the cum started leaking past the veiny shaft swallowed fully by your weeping pussy.
Trembles after trembles flooded your spine, as he whispered sweet little nothing to your crying cheeks. Kissing away the salty droplets, before he rolled you over and folded you in half.
"Toji, it hurts," you mumbled, yet still softening from pleasure under his touch.
He didn't need another minute, not even a second, as his cock hardened a moment after seeing your puffy, lovely face.
"What hurts, baby?" He cooed, licking your soft cheeks. "Tell me, what's the matter?"
You pressed your hand to your lower belly, feeling the waves of his cum splashing inside your pulsing womb. "It's too much. Mhmmm, Toji, I can't do it again."
But he simply didn't give you any mind. Knowing how much pleasure you always took from being manhandled like a rag doll. Getting stuffed full, till the nausea hit your throat from the taste of his cum and cunt leaked for whole weeks.
And if you haven't remembered it yet, he simply needs to remind you.
So he did – over and over again. Until you truly became nothing but a doll, liquefying in his beefy arms and weeping sweetly as you rode his massive, gut-turning cock. And although your face was swollen from constant sobbing, your heart swelled with maddening, almost terrifying adoration.
Or a torment, maybe, towards a man whom you should rather hate than care for.
NO CAUSE I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW PERFECT THIS FIC WAS .
i’m speechless . the plot was just chef’s kiss n’ the vibes did it for me. 😭 been obssesed w’ ur writing n’ piramid head!toji since this appeared on my feed . i’m IN love with THIS , more than i ever was with my ex . sweetie , i adore ur writing , thanks for sharing this . 🫶🏻🌷
ㅤׂ࣮⟢ 𝆬 ㅤ︐𝐜.𝐰 ∗ 𓂃 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 :: suggestive :: food play :: fluff :: teasing :: more like reader trying to rile sukuna up :: he’s down bad for you :: soft!kuna :: established relationship :: modern!au .
“i don’t really like the cold, sweetheart.” the words that came out of your boyfriend’s lips didn’t quite match the flustered expression on his face. the pink blush that spread across his cheeks extended all the way down to his collarbones, making your terrifyingly intimidating man look rather cute than scaring.
your naughty tongue traced another broad lick along the middle crevice of his washboard abs, gathering the sweet taste of the almost melted ice cream you had poured on him earlier on your mouth.
“but my tongue’s warm, kuna… don’t you think the contrast is hot?” your shiny lower lip pushed out in a cute pout that, alongside the puppy eyes you always threw at him whenever you wanted to get your way, made his breath hitch audibly. your slender fingers fidgeted with the waistband of his jeans, tugging lightly at the fabric to test how far you could push before he snapped.
“well, maybe if you’d just lick all the ice cream in one go instead of letting the cold freeze my damn stomach with your kitten licks, i’d find it hotter.”
a small scoff left your lips. “n’ where’s the fun in that?”
he was sprawled back against the headboard of his bed, shirt long discarded somewhere on the room, the remnants of the strawberry scoop glistening across the hard ridges of his midsection.
“such a brat,” he muttered, one large hand coming down to thread through your hair and bring you closer to where your mouth should be working. his thumb traced slow, affectionate patterns on your cheek, daring to press his pad between the space of your parted lips. “you’re enjoying this way too much. ain’t you, baby?”
you dragged your tongue slowly downward, catching a rivulet that had started to slide toward the beginning of his happy trail. the cold shock against his heated body made his abs tense sharply under your mouth.
“mmm, maybe.” your lips closed around a patch of skin, sucking lightly to leave a tiny mark on him. “you just look so cute like this, with your face the same color as your hair. seems like you’re melting faster than the ice cream, baby!”
his ears burned redder at that. sukuna—yes, your sukuna, the guy who had tattoos all over his body and scared off half the people who tried to chat with him—actually squirmed a little.
“cute?! oh, i’ll show you cute—” he growled, but there was no real bite behind it, just a flustered edge that gave him away; though as soon as your tongue circled just under his pec (where there wasn’t even any trail of ice cream, it should be noted), his reproach turned into a shaky breath. “fuck… okay, this might feel good. might.”
you lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze, lips shiny and sticky with melted sweetness. “just might? want me to stop?” you asked innocently, even as your fingers dipped lower, tracing the line of his happy trail where it disappeared into his jeans. “it’s okay, baby. i could always eat the rest straight from the—”
“don’t you fucking dare.” he cut you off abruptly with a frown, and just as quickly as he did so he realized his tiny slip. “i-i mean—” he cleared his throat, trying to reclaim some dignity, but the way his hips twitched when your breath ghosted over his skin showed his true feelings. “you started this, sweetheart. finish what you started. and don’t think i won’t get revenge later.”
you grinned, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right over his navel before swirling your tongue around it to catch the last pooling drops. “revenge? like what? gonna pour ice cream on me and tease me while i blush the whole time?”
he sat up a little more, pulling you up his body until your chest pressed against his sticky torso. one of his thick arms wrapped around your waist as his free hand cupped your jaw. “keep talking shit and soon our roles will be reversed. let’s see how much you like cold things on your skin.” his thumb brushed your lower lip, voice dropping into that dangerous purr you loved. “though knowing you, you’d probably like it too much.”
his threatening act made you giggle slightly. “mhm, you’re right,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “though I love it more when my big, scary man turns into a softie for me.”
he groaned, hiding his face against your neck for a moment. “you’re lucky i love your bratty ass.”
“no! you are lucky i love your grumpy ass.”
“mmh, i guess so,” he mumbled against your skin, pressing a kiss there that turned into a gentle bite. “now get back to work before i change my mind.”
“yes, sir,” you immediately slid back down his body, more than happy to oblige. then you reached for the tub of ice cream and scooped a giant portion of it.
──── ㅤׂㅤㅤ‧‧ㅤㅤ 𝓣𝐨𝐣𝐢ㅤㅤㅤ☆ㅤㅤㅤ伏黒甚爾 suffers every night he sleeps next to you 𓈒
𝐜.𝐰 ᡴꪫ 𓂃 husband!toji :: fem!reader .
𝓽𝐨𝐣𝐢 who regrets settling down because how the hell he agreed to share a bed with someone who is physically incapable of staying still for one fucking night?
well, he’s being dramatic. he does not regret having settled down with you. he just regrets not sleeping in separated beds, cause here you are, tossing and turning and rolling over and over again every single night.
he lies there, one thick, muscled arm draped over you, trying to still you with sheer mass alone, but you just move again. and again. and again. whether it’s a knee to his crotch, an elbow to his ribs, a foot to his face or a blanket theft, you always manage to wake him up in the middle of the night with some kind of violence.
who the fuck needs this much movement just to sleep anyways? and why is he the only victim of your crazy way of resting? when megumi sleeps between you two, you’re pretty normal with him. but if you sleep with your husband, you give him the hardest sleep time.
he’s a hitman, okay? not a punching bag.
so once you’ve hit him for the umpteenth time that night, he decides he’s had enough. with a low curse he groggily peels himself out of bed, grabs his pillow, and heads for the couch.
the thing is clearly too small for his frame. his feet hang off the edge in a very funny way, and his space to move is quite limited, but at least there’s nobody kicking his ass.
his eyelids soon begin to feel heavy again, and not long afterwards he succumbs to sleep.
it’s peaceful.
for like five minutes.
because, as cute inconvenient as he finds it right now, your body knows when his warmth’s gone, so it doesn’t take long for you to wake up and realize he’s not there cuddling you.
annoyed, you pad out to the living room, grab his hand as you harshly ask “what are you doing here?”, and then tug the big man back to your bed. pushing him to the mattress and climbing on top of him to wrap his strong arms around you and force him to stay snuggled up with you.
as if you weren’t the one who pushes him away from you at midnight.
he sighs, heavy and fond despite himself, tightening his grip around you cause what else is he gonna do? tell you no? nah. happy wife means happy life. and if you wanna sleep wrapped in his arms and then throw him out of bed, so be it.
and when fifteen minutes later you elbow him once again, well, he just decides he still loves you anyway. ‹𝟹
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