Adrian Tepes
A place to fall , P2 - Leaving had been a difficult choice. After all, you had just confessed your love to each other. And yet, you left, knowing it meant he would be alone again in that vast, somber castle... or so you thought.
Muzan Kibutsuji
Mercy in Red - When you picked studying instead of sleep, and realize it wasnt a good decision âwhen a scream shatters the night and your fate narrows to two choices: be crushed, or crush him first.
apocalypse - one
undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]
warnings [mdni] - angst | implied trauma | mean sukuna
wc - 7.3k
series masterlist
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ryomen sukuna knew three things about his soulmate.Â
she drank too much caffeine, she slept curled on her side whenever anxiety crawled beneath her skin and whenever she read for hours on end or colored, the noise in his head quieted enough to let him breathe.Â
it was fucking irritating.Â
the first time she got under his skin, it was in the middle of his first match.Â
heâd nearly put his fist through the guy, rage sitting ugly beneath his ribs as blood pooled in his mouth and sweat dripped down his spine.Â
then suddenly, he was overcome with serenity heâd never experienced before.Â
a calmness that wasnât his own, never his own.Â
something soft slipped beneath his skin then, warm and quiet in a way he wasnât used to. like somebody had pressed cold hands against the back of his neck after years of burning where he stood.Â
heâd won that match.Â
âagain?â toji muttered from across the gym, cigarette balanced lazily between scarred fingers.Â
sukuna rolled his jaw once before slamming another punch into the heavy bag hard enough for the chains overhead to rattle violently.Â
âfuck off.âÂ
toji smirked, tongue peaking out to lick at the scar against his lip.Â
the gym smelled like rust, sweat and the metallic ting of blood that both men were used to. it was a shitty set up buried beneath the city in the lower levels of an abandoned parking structure. it barely looked legal from the outside and the inside wasn't much better.Â
the concrete floors, flickering lights and men all too violent to exist comfortably above ground.Â
and it was the place ryomen sukuna felt alive.Â
sukuna had been fighting since he was fifteen and filled with a rage even he couldnât understand.Â
toji found him bloody outside a convenience store after some older guys tried jumping him for gambling money.Â
it was clear they didnât get the money but sukuna took that fire in his gaze out on them.Â
sukuna still recalled the way toji looked down at him, droplets cascading down his sharp features and dark hair, damp cigarette hanging from his mouth while blood dripped steadily from sukunaâs split brow.Â
âyou fight like an animal,â toji began, taking a drag of his fading cig before tilting his head at the salmon haired boy, âwhat if i told you that you could beat the shit out of guys every day and get paid for it?âÂ
a fucking dream is what that was. he gets to utilize his anger and he could finally get out of his fatherâs house.Â
how could sukuna even say no?Â
somehow, it turned into this.Â
years later, ryomen sukuna had become the name whispered through underground rings across the city. not because he was the biggest or the strongest, but because he was cruel.Â
there was something deeply unsettling about the way sukuna fought.Â
controlled, almost lazy sometimes. like violence came so naturally to him that he didnât even need to think about it.Â
people feared men who fought emotionally.Â
they feared ryomen sukuna more because he never did.Â
most nights, he fought beneath screaming neon lights while crowds chanted his name loud enough to shake the walls.Â
they bet on him like he was a sure thing and fuck, did he get a shitload of money from it.Â
heâd leave each night, beaten and bruised with a duffel of cash hanging off his shoulder.
he was living the dream.
that was until he arrived home, in his apartment downtown, and sat in silence while somebody elseâs emotions bled quietly into his chest.Â
a girl heâd never met yet somehow knew like the back of his hand, all too intimately.Â
he knew she liked coffee because of the bursts of energy heâd feel during mornings where he usually slept in because his fights usually carried into the night.Â
he knew she did yoga often because his muscles werenât as sore as they would get when he was younger and god knows it wasnât his doing. he didnât stretch nearly as much as toji nagged at him to.Â
he also knew that she despised him.Â
that one was obvious.Â
their bond always sharpened after his fights. her irritation sat bright and hot beneath his ribs every time he came home bruised and bloody.Â
sometimes he couldnât differentiate between his own rage and hers.Â
maybe they were more alike than he thought.Â
truthfully, sukuna didnât know how to do things any differently and frankly, he didnât care enough to.Â
he hated this whole soulmates shit. why would the universe ever pair two people together with the utmost certainty that they were perfect for each other?
and what fucking masacre did this girl commit to be bonded with him of all people?Â
violence was the only thing sukuna had ever been good at and he wouldnât change that for anyone, especially some girl who was almost a mere figment of his imagination.Â
he did that sometimes. pretended that he was a non-existent and that he was merely hallucinating her.Â
non-existents made up a very small part of the population and they were essentially humans who didnât have soulmates. like toji was.Â
lucky bastard.Â
sometimes sukuna believed toji was lying because heâd get this distant look on his face some days, kind of like himself when he felt his own soulmate torment him.Â
so maybe he was a late bloomer?Â
either way, he was in a better situation than sukuna was.Â
âyour girlâs pissed again?â toji commented dryly from where he leaned against the boxing ring ropes, head tilted with a knowingness sukuna hated.Â
toji was the one sukuna had to confide in because who else did he have?Â
when he was overwhelmed as a young teenager about his soulmate, toji would be the one he would reluctantly go to. the older man had taken him under his wing, so yes, he did trust him more than anyone.Â
he also knew that toji cared about him in his own fucked up way.Â
sukunaâs knuckles ached tonight, phantom annoyance curling beneath his skin that didnât belong to him. it was her.Â
probably studying somewhere in the city while silently wishing death upon him.Â
the thought almost made him grin.Â
throughout the years, pissing her off became a hobby of some sort, though he knew she didnât find it nearly as amusing as he did.Â
âat least you know sheâs got personality.â toji stated once more as sukuna finally stopped punching and turned to shoot the man a glare.Â
âshut the fuck up.â
toji huffed out a laugh, âgod help you both when you finally meet.â
the thought made sukuna freeze momentarily.Â
it was almost sad.Â
usually, at least from what sukuna knew, people usually couldnât wait to meet their soulmates.Â
then there was sukuna, filled with dread at the mere idea.Â
sukuna hated even talking about the bond.Â
he hated how aware he was of her.Â
because despite everything, the distance and never seeing her to begin with, she felt woven into him already, like a haunting.Â
some nights, when his insomnia clawed violently at his nerves after fights, heâd feel her wrap her arms around herself beneath warm blankets god knows where.Â
and sleep came easier those nights.Â
he couldnât explain it and truthfully, he didnât like to think about it.Â
he hated talking about her because the truth was ugly.Â
that he didnât particularly hate her. which is exactly why he knew meeting her would ruin everything.Â
naturally, his solution was to sabotage everything which is why he started to sleep around with non-existents whenever he got the chance.Â
and he knew what it did to her.Â
good. he hoped it made her despise him enough to never want anything to do with him, whether they meet now or twenty years down the line.Â
sukuna didnât want anything to do with her.Â
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you hated downtown on friday nights.Â
it was always too loud and all too crowded.Â
neon signs bled into rain-slick streets while bass-heavy music spilled from every open doorway along the block.Â
girls stumbled across sidewalks in tiny dresses and tall heels, drunken laughter cutting through the humid summer night air while taxis lined the streets endlessly.Â
the city looked beautiful after dark, but you still wanted to be everywhere but here.Â
âstop looking at people with that judgy look of yours.â shoko muttered beside you, nudging your shoulder lightly as the three of you crossed the street.
âiâm not judging, iâm just looking aroundâŠâ you defended with a huff as you hugged yourself protectively, little kitten heels clicking against the pavement.Â
âyou are judging,â utahime confirmed, âitâs your classic disgusted and glare-ey look.âÂ
âwell excuse me, youâre the ones who brought me to crackhead-ville.â you glared at the two girls as shoko rolled her eeys before hooking her arm through yours anyway.Â
she pulled you towards the entrance of yet another overcrowded building downtown.
apparently, tonightâs party was being held somewhere above an abandoned old bar. or beneath it.Â
either way, something you found entirely too ominous but you were too distracted when shoko was explaining to actually disagree.Â
your soulmate had spent the entire evening restless beneath your skin. not angry but worse.Â
aware.Â
you felt him constantly tonight.Â
a steady pulse of adrenaline humming through your bloodstream that didnât belong to you.Â
your chest had felt tight since leaving the penthouse, some strange tension settling low in your stomach like your body was anticipating something before your mind could catch up.
it was unsettling.Â
you blamed the lack of sleep, or rather, you blamed him. you blamed him for it all.Â
âew, ewâŠâ you muttered as shoko pulled you through the door into what you could only describe as chaos.Â
warmth and noise hit you instantly.Â
bodies crowded wall to wall beneath flashing lights while music shook violently through the floorboards.Â
cigarette smoke lingered in the air despite the open windows somewhere deeper inside the space.Â
you physically recoiled.Â
âoh my god,â utahime muttered beside you, laughing softly at the expression painting your features, âyou look horrified.âÂ
âi am horrified!âÂ
shoko snorted, ârich kids.âÂ
you threw her a glare before the three of you squeezed through the crowd until you reached a quieter section tucked near the back of the room.Â
a curved leather couch sat half-empty beneath dim red lights, thankfully far enough from the speakers that your skull stopped vibrating the second you sat down.Â
you exhaled deeply, chest deflating as you blinked up at your friends who were looking at you with amusement.Â
âdrinks?â utahime questioned as shoko nodded eagerly while you merely hummed, shoulders tense as you gazed around the sea of bodies.Â
utahime disappeared toward the bar while shoko took a seat beside you, the leather beneath you sticky in a way that had you shuddering, sitting at the very edge of the couch.Â
fuck, you hated this and you couldnât explain why.Â
yes, you hated parties in general but you just felt wrong.Â
âyouâre being weird tonight.â shoko observed, eyes narrowed on your tense figure.Â
you frowned faintly, âi knowâŠi feel weird.â
your skin felt like it was buzzing, chest vibrating in a way it usually wasnât.Â
it wasnât necessarily bad, but simply off.Â
you felt your soulmate more than ever tonight, you were almost hyperaware.Â
he felt electric.Â
every emotion coming from him felt sharper somehow, close enough that you could almost mistake them for your own.Â
your pulse kept jumping for no reason.Â
fuck, you hated this.Â
âis it devils dick?â shoko casually asked as your eyes closed momentarily.Â
how would you explain that it was both yes and no.Â
yes, the bond felt different tonight.Â
but no, it wasnât muscle aches or phantom pain you were feeling on his end, though you didn't want to speak too soon.Â
it was a friday after all. friday nights usually meant bruised ribs by saturday morning.Â
âoh my god, guys!â hime stood before you, handing shoko her drink before placing a water bottle in your hand, âeveryoneâs saying gojo and his crew are gonna be here!âÂ
your eyes rolled gently, very much aware of utahimeâs obsession with those random illegitimate fighters.Â
underground fights happened constantly throughout the city.Â
illegal betting rings buried beneath clubs and abandoned buildings, violent enough that respectable people pretended they didnât exist despite everyone secretly knowing otherwise.Â
your father even told you how known politicians and well known figures even placed bets they hid from the public. Â
and lately, there was one name that everyone kept talking about-
âdo you think sukuna would show up?â shoko questioned, eyes wide with excitement, taking a sip of her cherry vodka as you looked between the two girls.Â
ryomen sukuna.Â
youâd heard it constantly from utahime the past few months.Â
uathime, shoko, sora and percy often went on double dates to these underground fights you had zero interest in.Â
you were very much used to fifth wheeling alongside your friends, that wasnât the issue. the issue was rooted in the prospect of spending the night in a filthy underground boxing ring riddled with people and violence alike. yuck.Â
still, amongst all the fighters utahime gushed about, ryomen sukuna seemed to be the most known.Â
the undefeated underground fighter with pink hair and a snake tattoo across his shoulders and collarbones.Â
people were terrified of him just as equally as they were obsessed with him.Â
âpercy says sukuna knocked his opponent unconscious in under thirty seconds last week!â shoko stated, taking another sip as utahime nodded frantically.Â
âheâs insane!â utahime gushed, âlike, gojo is obviously a show off and just cares about the clout he gets but sukuna? heâs terrifyingâŠâ
utahime continued, you were sure. you could see her mouth moving but you didnât-couldnât register the words she'd uttered.Â
the world around you turned hazy, just enough to feel like everything slowed in a way that definitely wasnât normal.Â
your heartbeat stopped, not metaphorically, but physically.Â
a sharp wave of adrenaline crashed violently into your chest hard enough to steal the breath straight from your lungs.Â
you went still, every muscle in your body tightening instinctively.Â
you could see both of the girls leaning towards you, brows furrowed in concern, mouths moving and uttering words you knew were dipped in concern. you couldnât hear any of it.Â
you swallowed hard, eyes darting up and around you, as if a siren was luring you towards the crowd, come to me, come, come.Â
fuck, were you drugged or something?
your heartbeat stuttered painfully beneath your ribs, once, twice then again.Â
you felt like youâd been dropped underwater while everyone else remained above the surface.Â
the bond felt raw and entirely too overwhelming.
it felt like standing at the edge of something life-altering, like your soul had recognized something before your mind could catch up to it.Â
for the first time since youâd first felt your soulmate, he didnât feel far away.Â
you had grown used to the idea of him, something intangible and not truly real.Â
merely a ghost haunting the edges of your nervous system, phantom bruises in the middle of lectures and an adrenaline rush at three in the morning.Â
he was the deep-seated exhaustion that riddled your body but didnât belong to you.Â
but this felt real. close enough to touch.Â
the sensation crawled slowly beneath your skin, winding around your ribs like invisible string being pulled tighter and tighter and tighter until you thought you might choke on it.Â
the realization hit your bloodstream like a drug.Â
he was here, you knew it. you could feel it in your bones.Â
your eyes darted towards the door that had swung open, summer air rushing inside alongside four figures dressed almost entirely in black.Â
the first thing you noticed was height.Â
they all carried themselves with the same dangerous sort of confidence, the kind that came from men who had never truly feared consequences before.Â
one of them had snowy white locks, the tallest of the bunch, bright enough to catch beneath the flashing lights, sunglasses balanced lazily across his nose despite the fact that it was nearly midnight.Â
another stood beside him, quieter with shoulder length black locks with stretched gauges in his ears and sharp eyes that swept across the room once before settling into bored indifference.
the third one was shorter than the rest but still tall, black locks in two spiked buns with a joint resting between plump pink lips, eyes hooded in a way that exposed that joint not being his first of the night.
they were all attractive in a way that felt almost unfair and dangerous.Â
people moved out of their path without being asked.Â
your eyes turned to the one trailing just a step behind them and your breath caught so violently, it hurt.Â
the salmon colored locks gave him away.Â
ryomen sukuna.Â
tattoos curled dark against tan skin disappearing beneath the collar of a black shirt that stretched across broad shoulders.Â
even from where you stood, you could see the dried blood and bruises across his knuckles.Â
he looked nothing like what youâd imagined from shokoâs descriptions.Â
and simultaneously, exactly like it too.Â
something deep inside you snapped taut, your stomach dropping.Â
you could tell he was dazed too, jaw locked and eyes blinking at a slow pace, eyes looking around the sea of bodies.Â
the soulmate bond surged so hard beneath your ribs, you physically recoiled, fingers gripping the edge of the leather couch.Â
oh god. no, no, no.
oh my godâŠ
âoh my god,â utahime whispered beside you, though unlike you, she sounded impressed rather than horrified.Â
shoko looked moments away from passing out entirely.Â
âthatâs him!â she breathed out quietly.Â
you couldnât answer, breath stilling and hands trembling.Â
because sukuna had stopped walking.
fuck, the realization came slowly enough to feel cruel.Â
maroon eyes met your own and the room around you dissolved entirely. the music became muffled noise, lights blurring and the crowd disappeared.
all you could see was him. him. him. him.Â
he was all you could see, feel and you knew all he could see was you.Â
sukuna felt it the second he stepped through the doorway.Â
you.Â
the bond snapped violently alive beneath his skin hard enough that his entire body locked for half a second mid-step.Â
he almost thought someone had drugged him until he remembered he hadnât even drank anything yet.Â
then what was this feeling?Â
his eyes locked on yours and he felt the most alive heâd felt in his life.
something even the ring and the violence couldn't offer.Â
there you were, all too pretty and wide eyed.Â
he barely heard gojo speak beside him anymore, the lanky man rambling on about some idiot from last weekâs fight who apparently called him out on twitter after.Â
sukuna ignored him completely because across the room sat a girl staring at him like sheâd seen a ghost.Â
and in some ways, he was your ghost.Â
he haunted you and lived under your skin in ways he was sure you didnât appreciate in the slightest.Â
his soulmate.Â
years of phantom feelings crashed together all at once so violently, it almost made him sick.Â
because the realization hit him harder than heâd anticipated and yes, he had anticipated this.Â
the moment heâd meet his soulmate.Â
well, he dreaded more than anticipated it.Â
it hit him hard because he realized that he knew this girl.Â
sukuna had never met you, yet, he bet he knew you more than the two girls hovering over you. more than fucking anyone.Â
you were the girl whose stress bled into his bones during finals week, the girl who wrapped her arms around herself at night and somehow lulled him to sleep from miles away.Â
you were real.Â
and you looked soft.Â
that was the first thing he took note of.Â
soft skin, soft wide eyes, soft pink shimmery gloss coating your plush lips he recognized only through phantom warmth heâd felt against his own skin before.Â
his soulmate was a pretty little thing, so pretty it almost made his chest ache. in your tiny skirt and halter top.
far too fucking pretty to belong anywhere near him.Â
âsukuna?âÂ
chosoâs voice cut through the haze faintly and sukuna snapped out of it, gaze finally leaving hers to glance at his friend who tilted his head towards the other side of the room.Â
sukuna resisted the urge to glance at you as he made his way across the room.
fuck, fuck, fuck!Â
this couldnât be happening, this was a fucking nightmare.Â
just as he made it across the room, he felt it.Â
warm fingertips brushing his own skin despite his hands at his sides.Â
his pulse stuttered once.Â
his gaze snapped to yours once more and your eyes widened instantly when you noticed his hand drift to his neck where your own hand was resting.Â
slowly and carefully, sukuna lifted his own hand.Â
his fingers brushed lightly against the side of his jaw, a barely there touch.Â
yet, across the room, your breath hitched sharply as warmth bloomed against your own jawline seconds later.Â
not imagined or coincidence. it was all real, so so real.Â
your stomach twisted violently.Â
oh no. no no no no.Â
shoko was gazing at you, âwhatâs wrong?!âÂ
you couldnât answer, eyes stuck on a pair of crimson that held you hostage.
her eyes narrowed as both her and utahime followed your gaze before catching sukunaâs eyes on you.Â
then they both looked between you both a total of five times before realization hit.Â
âwait,â shoko whispered harshly, hand shooting out to grip your arm, âWAIT.â
your heartbeat pounded so violently, you thought you might faint right then and there beneath the flashing red lights.
what you despised most is that it made sense.Â
of course it was him. a violent and dangerous underground fighter, fuck, that explained everything so perfectly.
if fate was a person, youâd have her by the neck right now.Â
because sukuna was still staring at you, as if he knew you already and perhaps, he did.Â
then horrifyingly, he smirked.Â
and suddenly, you understood exactly why the entire city feared ryomen sukuna.Â
sukuna moved before he could really think about it, jaw clenched but determined.
one second he stood on the other side of the room and the next, his body was already weaving through the crowd toward you like the bond itself had wrapped invisible fingers around his spine and dragged him to you. you. his soulmate.Â
people moved instantly to let him pass.Â
you took note of that immediately.Â
you noticed the way conversations died around him, the way bodies shifted out of his path and nobody dared touch him, even accidentally.Â
it was fear, you realized. people feared him.Â
the recognition made your stomach twist.Â
âoh my god,â shoko whispered harshly beside you, nails digging into your arm, âheâs coming over here!âÂ
âi can see that.â you hissed back faintly, though your voice barely sounded like your own.Â
fuck, you should leave. you should absolutely leave.Â
except, you couldnât move, body drilled to where you sat, frozen in place while ryomen fucking sukuna rossed the room toward you like some predator chasing prey.Â
closer and closer and closer.Â
until suddenly, all his 6â4 glory was towering above you.Â
your breath caught embarrassingly hard.Â
up close, he was worse.Â
taller than youâd imagined and broader too.Â
there were faint bruises scattered along his jawline beneath the dim lights, on the very spot that you woke up feeling sore. fresh cuts healed across his knuckles.Â
and his eyes, god, they looked at you with the same recognition burning through your own chest.Â
sukuna looked down at you for a moment too long.Â
fuck, you were even more ethereal up close.Â
that thought hit him first and annoyingly hardest.Â
his pretty little soulmate sitting curled into the edge of a leather couch looking at him with wide doe eyes, almost expectantly with a mix of fear and restraint.Â
âhey.âÂ
his voice slid down your spine like smoke.Â
low, dangerous and rough in a way even your mind couldnât conjure up.
fuck, was this really happening?
your throat tightened instantly, âhi.â
the word left you horrifyingly softer than youâd intended and sukunaâs lips twitched at the sound.Â
your voice was his favorite sound, instantly.Â
âum,â shoko hummed, eyes wide as she shared a glance with utahime, âweâll give you two a second.â
you almost wanted to yell in protest, but the two girls were already shuffling away, shooting you encouraging looks.Â
as you glanced up at the dangerous man once more, you felt your heart still in a way you hadnât ever felt before.Â
not in fear or apprehension but calm.Â
he made you feel calm, your body stilling and quieting in a way you hadnât expected.Â
regretfully, fuck, you despised it, but when that gentleness overcame you and you looked up at himâŠ
his disheveled pink locks, his handsome rugged features and his dark eyes, all of it was him.Â
and you felt stupid for trying to deny that this man was your soulmate.Â
who else would it be?Â
âiâm sukuna,â he stated lowly, moving to take a seat beside you, leaving an appreciative distance between you, âryomen sukuna.âÂ
your name left you softly with a nod.Â
as you gazed at each other, the same realization overcame you both.Â
even with barely an introduction, you knew each other.Â
while sukuna had only fond memories of what youâd done for him, your mind was riddled with poisonous ones.Â
this was the man who often trained in the middle of the night, filling you with soreness and a rush of adrenaline that left you sleepless most nights.Â
he was the one who fucked other girls knowing what that put you through.Â
your heart clenched.Â
beyond all those things, he was the one who hugged himself to sleep after that one night of utter hell.Â
he was the one who held a hot water bottle to his stomach when your cramps left you nauseated and pained in bed.Â
as much as you wanted to forget those things, to snap yourself out of the sad patheticness that riddled you, how could you?
how could you when those were the only memories that kept your hope that he wasnât a total monster alive?
your eyes travelled along his bloodied knuckles, âyou get those a lot.âÂ
sukunaâs fists instinctively clenched at the attention.
âand you burn yourself with whatever you do your hair with at least twice a week.â
your eyes widened instantly.Â
âand you get punched like every other day!âÂ
sukunaâs mouth twitched and you hated how your eyes drifted towards the movement and your heart stuttered.Â
âbarely.â sukuna stated cooly, a small smirk painting his features.Â
your eyes drifted toward him again before you could stop yourself.Â
and then you remembered.Â
every phantom feeling, every sleepless night and every ache.
all attached to him.Â
the violence, the pain, the girls.Â
your jaw tightened, "youâre not exactly the best person to be connected to, you know.âÂ
sukunaâs expression didnât shift much, still cool, but you felt it.Â
the hollow drop in your stomach that wasnât yours. guilt.Â
real and immediate, it almost made you laugh in disbelief.Â
of course he felt guilty, he had to know he was a fucking nightmare.Â
sukuna leaned back slightly, jaw working once as his gaze flickered away from yours for half a second, âyeah, i bet.âÂ
your brows lifted, âthatâs it?âÂ
his eyes returned to yours, low and indifferent.Â
you scoffed, anger bubbling up so quickly, it nearly startled you, âthatâs all you have to say?âÂ
sukuna let out a breath through his nose, âwhat do you want me to say?â
âoh, i donât know,â you let out a sharp little laugh that held not an ounce of humor, âmaybe sorry would be a good place to start?!âÂ
sukunaâs head tilted, âsorry.âÂ
you stared at him in utter disbelief before a laugh left you once more, this time softer and dripped in something worse than anger, âwowâŠâÂ
sukunaâs eyes borrowed, âwhat?âÂ
âyouâre unbelievable is what!âÂ
âyou asked for sorry.âÂ
ânot like that!â you nsapped, voice rising just enough to have your cheeks flushing, ânot like youâre apologizing for stepping on my shoe!â
his expression hardened slightly and you felt it immediately, the irritation beginning to curl beneath his skin.Â
ugh, you hated how the closeness made both your emotions so heightened.Â
âyou have no idea what you put me through,â you continued, voice trembling despite you rbest efforts, ânone.âÂ
sukunaâs gaze darkened, âdonât do that.â
âdo what?âÂ
âact like i wasnât there too.âÂ
you blinked at him, something hot and ugly twisting in your chest.Â
was he for real?Â
âyou were there?â you repeated quietly, âyou were there?âÂ
his jaw clenched, âdonât-â
âno, please,â you leaned forward slightly, anger sharpening every word, âexplain it to me. because to my knowledge, you were the one making my life miserable while i was the one trying to keep us both sane!â
sukuna looked at you for a long moment, jaw clenching and unclenching.Â
the lights washed over his face in flashes of red, making him look even more unreal than he already did.Â
âyou think i wanted this?â he stated more than asked and your heart clenched.Â
hurt shot through you, your eyes growing glassy against your will because you knew he wasnât referring to the pain heâd put you through.Â
he meant the soulmate thing in general, fate as a whole.Â
he didnât want you.
you bit the inside of your cheek, willing your tears to stay in your eyes before breathing out, âno. but neither did i.âÂ
silence settled between you then, not peaceful but loaded.Â
sukuna could physically feel your hurt and his eyes dropped briefly to your hands where they trembled in your lap.Â
your fingers curled instantly, too proud as you hid the movement.Â
it was too late. heâd seen it.Â
even worse, heâd felt it.
âi didnât know.â he stated lowly and you froze.Â
your eyes flickered up, âwhat?âÂ
his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, expression unreadable.Â
âat first,â he clarified, âi didnât know what it did to you.âÂ
your chest tightening, knowing what he was referring to and his words didnât soothe you in the slightest.Â
âand after?âÂ
in fact, it made it all worse.Â
especially as he said nothing.Â
your face fell slightly, all the anger in you cooling into something quieter and melancholic.Â
âafter, you knew.âÂ
his gaze remained on you as his fingers flexed once against his thigh, âyeah, i knew.âÂ
your eyes burned and you hated yourself for it.Â
you hated that it still hurt despite knowing already, you hated that hearing him say it aloud made it real in a way the bond never had.Â
âwhy?â you asked, the one word absolutely humiliating as much as it was devastating.Â
sukuna looked away first and somehow, that hurt too, âbecause it was easier.âÂ
your lips parted faintly, âeasier?âÂ
he lout out a grunt, âif you hated me, you wouldnât look for me.âÂ
the words settled between you like something deadly.Â
for a second, you genuinely couldnât speak.Â
then you did, âthat is the stupidest, shittiest thing iâve ever heard.âÂ
hsi eyes snapped back to yours, scowling, âcareful.âÂ
âoh, fuck you!â you hissed lowly, âyou donât get to do that! you donât get to hurt me on purpose and then act like it was some noble sacrifice.âÂ
his jaw tightened, âit wasnât noble.âÂ
âyeah, no shit.âÂ
âit was necessary.âÂ
you laughed once, incredulous, ânecessary? well, congrats, you got what you wanted, i absolutely fucking despise you.âÂ
sukunaâs jaw clenched, eyes glaring at you, âgood. because you donât know shit about me, this saves us both the hassle.â
âi donât know you?â you shot back, âi know you more than anyone, probably. i know your body hurts more often than they donât. i know you clench your jaw when youâre mad. i know you canât sleep because of your nightmares and unless somebody practcially forces your nervous system to shut down, you could go days without it. i know youâre so angry at the fucking world, it makes you so hateful.â
sukuna went still, too still.Â
you swallowed hard, eyes burning once more, âand i know that for years, i was the one cleaning up the damage you left behind.âÂ
his eyes darkened, âcleaning up?âÂ
âyes,â your voice cracked despite yourself, âme. i was the one hugging myself to sleep because you wouldnât. i was the one stretching every morning because your body always felt like fucking concrete. i was the one coloring like a goddamn toddler at three in the morning because it was the only thing that made your anger stop choking me!âÂ
sukuna said nothing and you hated that even more.Â
you wanted him to argue back, to answer, to fucking care.Â
âdo you know how pathetic that feels?â you whispered, âtaking care of someone who kept hurting me?âÂ
his expression shifted, barely, but you felt it again.Â
the guilt, even deeper this time.Â
sukuna looked at you like he wanted to say something cruel and couldnât quite manage it, settling with, âyou didnât have to do all that.âÂ
your laugh came out watery, tears now trickling down your heated cheeks.Â
fuck, you felt nauseous, you felt so fucking sick.Â
âyeah, i know that now.âÂ
something passed across his face then, a flicker of pain so quick, you almost missed it.Â
but the bond didnât allow you to miss anything. you felt it bloom in your own chest, sharp and unwanted. his.Â
for one terrible second, you almost let it soften you.Â
almost.Â
because there it was again.Â
that tiny, stupid sliver of hope youâd spend years nurturing because it was the only thing that kept you mildly sane.Â
the one that whispered that maybe he wasn't all cruelty. maybe there was something beneath all that violence and pain.Â
maybe the boy who held a hot water bottle to his stomach when your cramps got bad had to exist somewhere inside the man sitting in front of you.Â
you looked at him then, through your blurry vision, really and truly looked.Â
the hard line of his jaw, the coldness in his eyes and the casual arrogance sitting across his shoulders like armor.Â
and that hope crumbled quietly inside your chest.Â
not dramatically or all at once, but piece by piece, like something old finally accepting it had been dead for a long time.Â
utter disappointment filled you then. you should have known better.Â
this shouldn't be surprising.Â
sukuna had spent years telling you exactly who he was, painting you the worst image of himself and you had hoped it was just that.Â
the worst of himself.Â
except the worst was all of him.Â
sukuna was cruel. not because he didnât know better but because he did.Â
because heâd known what hurt you and decided hurting you was easier than wanting you.Â
you swallowed around the ache in your throat, suddenly exhausted in a way a thousand years of sleep couldnât fix.Â
all you wanted was to be home now, cuddled up with ani in your room alone.Â
âright,â you whispered, nodding once to yourself.Â
sukunaâs brows pulled together slightly, âright what?âÂ
you pushed yourself to your feet, smoothing trembling hands over the front of your skirt because you needed something to do. anything that didnât involve looking at him.Â
âthis was enlightening.âÂ
his eyes narrowed, âsit down.âÂ
the command sparked something sharp beneath your ribs, the thorn twisting in your heart.Â
you let out a hollow laugh, âfuck you.âÂ
his jaw flexed, âdonât make a scene.âÂ
your name left him then and you hated the way your stomach fluttered at the melody of it in his voice.Â
fuck, your heart hurt.Â
because he was your soulmate. yours.
because some sick, twisted part of you had expected the universe to redeem itself when you finally found him.Â
you expected the first moment to feel like every story youâd grown up hearing, witnessed amongst your friends.Â
warmth, recognition and relief.Â
instead, you were standing in front of the man who had turned your body into a battlefield and your heart into collateral damage.Â
âi hope i never see you again.âÂ
something flickered across his face then and you didnât stay long enough to decipher it.Â
you turned around, the crowd swallowing you almost immediately as you walked away.Â
music slammed back into your skull, bodies pressing close as you pushed through them with shaking hands and blurred vision.Â
your chest felt too tight, lungs too small for the oxygen your body ached for.Â
behind you, you felt sukuna rise before you saw it. the immediate pull.
his presence growing closer and your heart stuttered stupidly.Â
some miserable, pathetic part of you sparked alive at the thought before you could kill it.Â
maybe he did care.Â
maybe he was going to take back all the words he regretted, that he would stop you and apologize properly this time.Â
he would say what youâve been waiting years to feel.Â
the thought was so humiliating, it almost made you sick.Â
âfuck are you lookinâ at?!âÂ
you heard his voice aimed at the crowd of people that were watching you both, probably since your conversation on the couch.Â
you shoved through the door and stepped into the narrow hallway outside the main room, the music muffling instantly behind you.Â
the air was cooler here, damp with rain and cigarette smoke, blue neon bleeding through the cracked windows at the end of the corridor.
you took in a breath like you hadnât breathed in days, eyes shutting as your heart hammered against your chest, trying to simply process everything that had taken place.Â
âhey.â his voice followed you out and you froze, heart stilling.Â
stupid, traitorous thing.Â
you turned slowly, eyes fluttering open.Â
sukuna stood a few feet away, tall and shadowed beneath the hallway light.Â
away from the party, he seemed even more dangerous. less like a person and more like a warning your body had spent seven years failing to understand.Â
he was an enigma.Â
for one breath, neither of you spoke.Â
your hope stood there too, fragile and shaking, fucking pitiful.Â
waiting.Â
sukunaâs gaze dragged over your face once, catching on the wetness beneath your eyes and his expression tightened faintly.Â
say it, you thought bitterly.Â
say sorry! say you didnât mean it!Â
say something!
his jaw worked once, âno one can know.âÂ
your brows furrowed, the hope dying cleanly.Â
âexcuse me?âÂ
sukuna stepped closer, voice lower now.Â
his mouth opened to clarify when his gaze met your own once more.Â
your wide glassy eyes. your pretty face that was streaked with tears, your plump bitten lips.Â
the little sniffles that left you, making his ribs ache.Â
and suddenly, he froze, the words stuck in his throat.Â
fuck, he had to get it together.Â
âabout this.âÂ
your lips parted faintly, âabout us?â
the word us felt absolutely pathetic in your mouth.Â
all too soft and hopeful. undeserved, even.Â
something in his eyes shifted at the sound of it but it was gone before you could hold onto it.Â
âthere is no us.âÂ
oh. you actually felt that one.Â
not through the bond, nor as some phantom ache borrowed from him.Â
the pain was yours, all yours.Â
you laughed once, quiet and disbelieving as you took a small step back, âwowâŠâ
sukuna followed you, taking one step forward as his jaw clenched, âlisten to me-âÂ
âno,â you shook your head slowly, voice trembling, âno, i think i understand perfectly.âÂ
âoh my god,â you shook your head, âi canât believe i thought-âÂ
you stopped, humiliation burning up your throat.Â
sukuna stared, taking a step closer, his chest now brushing your chin, âthought what?âÂ
his voice was almost desperate and you swallowed, blinking hard, ânothing.âÂ
his face tightened and he felt it anyway, of course he did.Â
the hope and hurt.Â
the fact that some tiny, unbearable part of you had wanted him to come after you because he simply couldnât let you leave.Â
sukuna looked away first as you took a step back. fucking coward.Â
âitâs dangerous.â he stated as you stared at the side of his face.
âdangerous?âÂ
âyes.âÂ
âfor who?âÂ
his gaze cut back to yours, âfor you.âÂ
you almost laugh but he continued before you could.Â
âpeople know me and if they know about you, theyâll use you. you make me weak.âÂ
the words landed colder than you'd expected.Â
sukuna watched you closely, as if waiting for the fear to register and maybe it did.Â
somewhere deep, deep down, but anger got there first.Â
âso thatâs what this is?â you whispered, tears leaving you without you noticing, âdamage control?âÂ
his silence was answer enough and you nodded faintly, tears burning hot once more.Â
âright.âÂ
âyou need to keep your mouth shut about it.âÂ
you flinched before you could stop yourself and sukuna paused, regret flashing through instantly.Â
âdonât talk to me like that.â you stated lowly and his jaw clenched.Â
âiâm trying to keep you safe.âÂ
âoh, how big of you.âÂ
the hallway seemed to shrink around you both.Â
outside, rain tapped gently against the glass.Â
inside, bass thudded like a second heartbeat through the walls.Â
you looked at him then, this man that fate had tied to you with an invisible string and cruelty dressed up as destiny. and for the first time since youâd felt him at sixteen, you stopped wondering what it would be like to find him.Â
because now you knew and god, you wish you didnât.Â
it felt like losing something youâd never even had.Â
âis that all?â you questioned lowly, clearing your throat once.
sukuna stared at you, nose flaring and throat bobbing once, âyeah.âÂ
another piece of you gave out as you nodded, âokay.âÂ
the word was so calm, it made his eyes sharpen.Â
you turned away, walking past him but his hand caught your wirst before you could take full step.Â
skin met skin and the bond went silent, completely and utterly silent.Â
no buzzing or aching or distance.Â
just him, all warm and real. terribly real.Â
your breath hitched at his touch. it was the first time heâd ever touched you.Â
sukuna froze too, fingers wrapped around your wrist like heâd touched fire and couldnât make himself pull away.Â
for one second, just one, all the cruelty fell quiet.Â
and you felt him beneath it, scared and lonely, wanting and waiting.Â
you felt it and you hated him for letting you feel it now.Â
slowly, you looked down at his hand then back up at him, âlet go.âÂ
his grip tightened by a fraction, âthis is the best thing for the both of us.âÂ
your face crumpled before you could stop it.Â
you pulled your wrist free and this time, he let you.Â
âoh, trust me, not having to be stuck with you? i couldnât agree more.â venom laced your words as sukunaâs expression changed, tightened and you felt the hurt then.Â
sharp and immediate and you were glad for it.Â
you turned and walked away then, tears streaming down your cheeks and a sob left you as soon as you were out of his vicinity.Â
for the first time, the bond didn't feel like a thread pulling you closerâŠ
it felt like noose.
â
an | was so late with this but had the worst past few days so SORRY! anyways PLSSS lmk what u think cuz i'm iffy abt the direction of this BUT this is lowk my fav thing i've written omg! this is kinda like a prologue pt2, next chapters will deffo be longer! i cannot wait to write more of these two and sukuna's a dick but bear w him ! also each chapter in the masterlist will be titled a song and i recommend listening to it while reading for the vibes đ«Ą
also lowk need toji BAD i wanna give him some lore so lmk if u want a one-shot of him in this au!
streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.
âhey,â you hum softly, walking over like itâs nothing.
the chat explodes and he doesnât even glance at it.
voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT
satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL??????
angelmilk: sheâs so pretty what đ
gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK
âoh my fuck,â he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.
you donât question itâyou never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like itâs your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.
âyou look so gooooood,â he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered heâs live.
his hand doesnât move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like heâs not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.
the twitch chat is going insane.
you notice quickly
youâre already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. âwhat are they saying?â
ânothing important,â he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.
too late.
you squint, reading out loud, confused, âI usually skip this partâŠ?â your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. âwhat does that mean?â and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.
torus breath catches, just barely but enough.
youâre still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. âwait, thereâs moreââ
his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.
grounding.
his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like heâs trying to anchor himself. âhey,â he says suddenly, sharper nowâdirected at the screen.
the chat floods faster.
softgirlcult: sheâs literally clueless this is insane
domainexpansionTHIS: âi usually skip this partâ LMAOOOOOO
gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD
blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT
he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.
âalright, thatâs enough,â he says, tone lazy. âdonât read that stuff,â he murmurs, voice softer now.
you blink, looking back at him. âI was just askingââ
âdonât worry about them,â he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.
chat? forgotten.
game? paused.
and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.
megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up
sukunaIRL: move chat iâm watching this
KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro
LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin
You added too much sugar to your coffee. It stings your throat as it goes down.
Shoko sits across from you, sipping on her own drink. You havenât seen her in almost ten years, but she hasnât changed her tastes in coffee. Regular black. No cream. No sugar. A habit she picked up from those late-night studying sessions in high school.
âWe've been thinking of settling down for a few years now. Starting a family and all that.â She waves her hand dismissively at the waitress, who kindly offers a refill of coffee.
She has changed, however. Taller. Instead of a curt bob, her brown hair is slightly above her chest. The dark circles under her eyes are more prominent than ever, definitely related to the long hospital hours.
You nod in understanding.
âHave you looked around for a mate?â You wonder. It seems impossible to picture Shokoâs pack having any trouble with omegas.
Shoko sets her cup down. You liked the cafe she brought you to. Itâs quiet, not too busy. It reminds you of the little nooks and crannies you used to drag her to. At first, you were a little surprised when she reached out after being so quiet for so many years. Now, the nostalgia is slowly leaking through.
âA little here and there.â She admits. âNot seriously, though. The clinic doesnât leave much room for courting. Suguruâs got his hands full with the temple. Satoruâs wellâŠSatoru.â
You can barely hide your smile at how she rolled her eyes at the mention of her fellow packmate.
âItâs why I wanted to talk to you, actually.â She shifts a little closer. Her eyes are soft from the lack of sleep as she gazes at you. âI heard youâre part of a matchmaking program.â
You nod. She glances away. Shoko almost looks sheepish.
âI was wondering if weâd be able to join.â
A smile stretches across your face.
âOf course! What time do you think you could come in?â
âïž
You didnât expect Shoko to present as Alpha.
You two were childhood friends. Being older than her, it was more like you were a babysitterânot that you minded the role. Shoko was a quiet kid even in her younger years. You liked that she often trailed behind you, like your own shadow. It was flattering in its own way. You never had any siblings, so you often regaled her as your younger sister.
You thought sheâd be a beta like you. Or maybe even omega. Alpha was the last designation you wouldâve ever given a girl like her. Just like you, she had two beta parentsâbeing anything else was close to impossible.
But, looking back, the signs were always there.
The scuffle wasnât the worst youâd ever seen. Fights are normal, especially for kids around your age. Emotions run high, sometimes. If left unsupervised, children donât usually have healthy outlets.
Shoko wasnât a kid youâd ever picture getting into a fight, yet the evidence was clear. It looked worse than it actually was. You can see remnants of dirt clinging to her youthful cheeks from when she took the fall. Her clothes were lightly scraped, as was the skin on her knees. It was nothing a Band-Aid couldnât fix.
You hadnât seen what happened. You had been on the other side of the playground when the yelling happened. Shoko barely struggled when you pulled the kids apart. The other girl was crying. Shoko wasnât. Being the older one, you decided it was best to end the day right then and dragged Shoko home.
The girl was always quiet, but that walk was like talking to stone. She never budged from her clamped lips and tightened fists, no matter how hard you prodded. A part of you understood why. She was probably resigning herself to her parentsâ beratement. She didnât need a lecture from you, too.
Just when you were about to give up completely, she gave in.
âShe said she was your friend.â She told you quietly.
âThe girl with pigtails?â You asked
Shoko nodded. âShe called you her friend, even though youâre mine.â
You glanced down at her hand, tightly clasped on your own.
âI can be both of your friends.â You gently tried to suggest.
She shook her head. Her grip tightens.
âNo.â She said with a finality youâve never seen in a child before. âOnly mine.â
âïž
Despite being well into the modern era, alpha-and-omega matchmaking programs havenât lost popularity. Itâs become a multibillion-dollar industry. Nowadays, instead of being sold off for political power, omegas and alphas can simply go to their local agency to find their mates.
Obviously, betas like you arenât permitted to join, but you are highly encouraged to become matchmakers. Neutral scents are helpful when it comes to finding alpha-omega pairs. Itâs comforting to omegas and non-threatening to alphas. Betas can not only act as matchmakers but also as barriers if things go awry.
You highly doubt that youâd need to be the latter, however, for this pack.
They arrive ten minutes before the official appointment. You knew Shoko had something to do with that because you doubt Satoru ever lost his lazy streak. Having no client, you decide to take them in early.
Satoruâs just as chatty since the days from highschool. He trails behind you as you lead the group to your office, asking about your day and then telling you about his. You didnât think heâd be a teacher, but he always managed to surprise you.
Suguru is reserved but friendly. He greets you after Satoruâs tight hug, giving one of his own. You heard he now heads a Buddhist temple, though you never considered him the religious type. Itâs hard to imagine him in traditional clothes after seeing him in casual wear and a high school uniform for so long.
âDidnât expect you to be part of a breeding program.â Satoru comments after youâve shuffled them into your office. He leans in, probably to inhale your scent again. Theyâve all done that once or twice. Satoruâs just not as subtle as the other two.
Itâs an alpha thing. Omegas and alphas are different from betas. Unlike you, they rely more on pheromones to guide them around the world. He hasnât seen you in a while; itâs normal to see if your scent has changed.
âWe try not to call ourselves that.â You lightly respond, settling behind your office. âTrust me, itâs not as intense. All we do today is look over what you want in a mateâbasic preferences. Then I can pair you up with whoever fits best. What you do after is entirely up to you.â
Itâs a bad joke. Only Satoru smiles.
You clear your throat.
âSo, did you have anything in mind?â
They exchange glances. You, completely used to losing alphas, continue briskly.
âWeâll start with broad strokes,â you tell them. âObviously, you want a mate whoâs open to a pack, right?â
âYes.â Shoko agrees.
You type it across your keyboard. Alpha packs do a lot better in the program compared to single alphas. Often, your omega clients specifically requested them. You doubted you would have any trouble finding a match for these three.
âPerfect. Any age preference? Younger, olderââ
Suguru and Shoko donât look particularly happy at his intrusion, but nobody objects. You add it to their profile.
âAny particular scents?â You ask.
âNot too sweet,â Suguru says. âSomething more neutral.â
Satoru doesnât look too interested in this topic. âWhat he says.â
Shoko is more concrete with her answer.
âEarl Grey.â
You try not to react to that, typing it into their profile with little hesitation.
âI think thatâs enough for now.â You hurry along. âDo you have any education or work expectations?â
âNot particularly,â Shoko responds. âI think weâre looking more for a homemaker typeâ someone willing to settle down for pups.â
You had a feeling. Alpha packs are more interested in being providers, caring for their omega mate who is cuddled in a nest. Most omegas feel the same way. Itâs a fairly symbiotic relationship.
âWhat about you?â Satoru asks.
You look up at him.
âPardon?â
âAre you thinking of settling down? Having kids and all that?â He continues.
âSatoru.â Suguru chastises, but thereâs nothing sharp in his voice. Shoko says nothing. Her warm, honey eyes always felt piercing. You always chalked it up to yet another alphan trait.
You shrug, thinking nothing of the question.
âQuit my job for a mate, you mean?â You ask before you shake your head. âI donât think I could. I think Iâd only be able to do it for a specific person, but I donât think a person like that exists.â
Besides, you love your job. You love helping people find matches and life-long mates. Why would you ever give that up for children?
âBut if that person did existââ
âSatoru.â You interrupt. âWeâre looking for a match for you, not for me.â
He huffs, leaning back in his seat, almost like a scolded child.
âFine.â It almost sounds like a whine. You try not to laugh.
The rest of the appointment proceeds smoothly. Half an hour later, youâre able to gather additional specifications and preferences. Unlike the first few questions, the three are far more lax with their answers. Typically, after the first session, youâre able to put together matches off the top of your head. For whatever reason, these three were far too vague for you to get a clear idea.
âI think I can figure things out from here.â You tell them when the hour is up. âWould you be ready to meet your potential matches in a week or so?â
Suguru genuinely looks surprised. âI didnât realize it would be so quick.â
âItâs more for trial than anything else.â You respond. âDonât feel pressured if you arenât ready.â
âThatâs fine,â Shoko tells you. âWill you be with us when we meet them?â
âOf course not.â You assure. âIâll just give you their profile. Whatever happens next is entirely up to you.â
You expect her to look relieved. She says nothing. None of them do.
âIn any case, it was really nice seeing you three again!â You say when you lead them out to the door. âI wonder why we never met up after high school?â
Satoru frowns as he returns your hug. âItâs âcuz you practically ran away from us, remember?â
You wouldnât necessarily call graduating and moving to college ârunning awayâ. Still, you laugh.
âIâll try not to do that from now on.â You tell him. âYou still have my number, right?â
Satoruâs still whining as you walk them through shiny glass doors. Suguru offers to buy you lunch, to which you decline. You had another client in a few minutes.
âOne more thing before you go.â You call out just before they leave. âIâm a little curious: what made you decide to join the program?â
The three look at eachother. A secret conversation only alphas could ever have.
âWe got tired of waiting,â Suguru answers.
Later, you realize that isnât much of an answer.
âïž
The three werenât always this close. You could distinctly remember a time Shoko hated the other two.
Your community was mostly betas, with a small number of omegas. Until then, Shoko lived her school life as the sole alpha for miles around. Being her senior, you constantly worried about her. Alphas werenât betas. There would always be a missing link between the two of you, no matter how hard you tried to accommodate her. As much as Shoko assured you otherwise, you knew a part of her would always feel that void.
And then, Gojo and Geto came along.
Both alphas. Both in the same year as Shoko. They exemplified the look of Alpha. Both of them towered well over the rest of their peers, already well over six feet despite their ages. When they smiled, you could see glimpses of silvery-white fangs. Being the only alphas in the entire grade, they were extremely interested in Shoko. You were ecstatic, happy to see your friend finally make friends with others.
Shoko was less than enthusiastic.
You didnât understand why she wasnât perceptive towards them. When they tried to extend their friendship, she raised her hackles, and her eyes would darken. She was well past her days getting into fights on the playground, but you were sure she was close to snapping on certain occasions.
Gojo and Geto continued to hover around her, despite her hostility. Since you were her friend, they hovered around you, too.
You tried to be a bridge for the three. Shoko hardly ever rejected your invitations to hang out. When the other two tagged along, that fact never changed, but she never seemed happy about it. Sheâd latch onto your arm, baring her teeth when the other two got a bit too close for her liking. You stopped initiating those hangouts as her clinginess often got far too debilitating.
âYou need to be more social.â You finally told her.
âNo.â She responded stiffly, her voice muffled by your shoulder.
You two sat on the school rooftop underneath a sunny, cloudless sky. Even on days like these, it was sparsely populated. Most of the student body preferred to have their lunches in the cafeteria or the courtyard.
âTheyâre being nice.â You urged. âTheyâre being so nice, and I canât be your only friend forever.â
âWhy not?â She asked.
You rolled your eyes, jostling her ever so slightly.
âI just canât.â You insisted because you have bigger dreams than being stuck in a tiny town, you know, that has no future. There was a life outside of this place.
Also, you didnât like being Shokoâs only friend. Thereâs a reason why sheâs so protective of youâpossessive at times. Itâs an alpha thing: they canât help but take and keep. Her possessiveness was terrible in her younger years, but at least now sheâs a tiny bit better about you having other people to hang out with. Still, she refuses to become closer to anyone but you. Even in middle school, she barely had a handful of acquaintances she was quick to abandon in favor of you. Itâs not healthy to be so isolated like that. You worried for her.
Sheâs about to say something, but then something sour crossed over her face. Shoko hunched over as she melded herself further into your side. You abandoned your chastising and gathered her up in your arms.
Shokoâs ruts were severe. She was almost always out of school those days. Even after her rut passed, she took days to recover. She was weakened and intensely more irritable in the aftermath. The only good part of her ruts was that in the days after, her scent became stronger, even to your weak betan nose. Shoko's scent reminded you of summer turning into fall. A low hill. A grassy plain. A dessert just after a large rainfall. Unlike the few alphas you knew of, her scent wasn't overly invasive. It was clean, and low, and rumbling.Â
For Shoko, certain vices eased the agony. Nicotine helped, but you never liked the way the smell of cigarettes clung to her body. You tried to help the best you could, letting her cuddle you in quiet places away from prying eyes, rubbing her scent all over you to self-soothe.
But there was a limit a beta could do.
Her volatile ruts were yet another reason to be closer to Geto and Gojo. Alpha pheremones help other alphas. Just being in proximity to another would be enough to steady herself.
Shoko knew this, and yet she remained stubborn.
âYou donât get it,â she whispered after her episode passed. Her eyes were shut as she leaned further into your space.
âYou canât smell them like I can.â
You tilted your head, about to prod further, when Shoko opened her eyes. Her lips twitched into a frown. Less than a heartbeat later, the rooftop door flung open just as a giddy Gojo called out, âFound you!â with a satisfied Geto trailing just behind him.
Shoko barely held back a growl as you pulled her off her feet to greet the other two, quickly forgetting her words. No matter how resistant she was, your determination to get her closer to the other two never faltered.
But sometimes, even you wondered if they were right for each other.
You never meant to eavesdrop. You and Shoko always walked home together; itâs the only reason you made your way to her homeroom, wondering what the hold-up was. She never made you wait. If anything, you always arrived after her.
It looked like a fight, but why would Gojo and Geto smile if they were fighting?
Shoko sat at her desk. She barely packed. You saw notepads and pencils scattered across her space. Gojo sat backwards on the desk right in front of her, hands crossed on the chair as they stared eachother down. Geto stood a little way away.
They were already in mid-conversation. You barely caught the tail-end of it.
â-Who cares who marked who first?â Gojo said, an overdramatic pout arched over his lips.
âYou should really learn how to share, Ieiri.â Geto continued because back then, they werenât on a first-name basis yet. âItâd be better for all of us if you did.â
âYou know thatâs not natural, right?â Shoko responded; her honey eyes were no longer rich and warm. âYou should give up.â
âShouldnât you, too, then?â Geto wondered.
The conversation ended the second Shoko noticed you. She stood up in a rush, barely shoving her things in her backpack before she marched up to you and dragged you away with a harsh grip on your arm. You could barely wave to your other two underclassmen before you were carted away by her.
You never asked, abandoning the curiosity as soon as you saw the expression on her face. You always wondered what would have happened if you had arrived just a bit later.
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Utahime wrinkles her nose before she enters your apartment.
âYou smell like him.â She gripes.
You tilt your head before remembering thereâs only one alpha in the world that made her face twist up like that.
Satoru always had a habit of scenting you in high school. You may not be able to smell it, but other omegas and alphas can. You scolding him while he sulked on his desk like a puppy wasnât an uncommon sight. Obviously, he hadnât broken the habit.
âIâll have to talk to him about that.â You frown. âI donât think omegas will like the idea of him scenting a beta.â
The omega perks up. âWait, heâs joined the program?â
âAll three of them, actually.â You tell her as you both settle down in your kitchen. âI managed to set them up with an omega just a couple of days ago.â
Your omega client seemed absolutely thrilled when you told him. Alpha packs are growing more uncommon by the day, so he was right to be excited about it. You hope it went well. He matched most of the pack's wants, so you donât think it will end in complete shambles.
Utahime still looks unconvinced. âI didnât think they went for omegas.â
You understood what she meant. In high school, those three never seemed interested in omegas. Shoko was friendly with Utahime, but Satoru always picked on her, and Suguru occasionally joined in. At first, you assumed it was a âpulling on the pigtails of the girl you likedâ situation, but their teasing often felt hostile.
âMaybe they finally grew up.â You tell her. âDo you ever wonder who the pack leader is? I never had the chance to ask them, but I always wondered.â
Asking about that kind of thing is a bit rude, especially if you werenât a potential omega. Youâve seen other packs before, and itâs typically pretty easy to tell who the pack leader is. Itâs usually the one whoâs always biting the others down, keeping them in place. Shoko, Suguru, and Satoru arenât like that. They work so well-together, it gets hard to tell whoâs really calling the shots.
Utahime snorts. âItâs obviously Gojo.â
âObviously?â You echo.
âHis scent is the strongest. Thatâs usually what determines it,â She explains, not sounding too interested. âI bet he whined and whined until the other two gave in.â
You felt bad for laughing, but you could honestly imagine that.
âIâm really surprised Shokoâs still with them.â You continue. âI know theyâre all pack, but sheâs so different compared to the other two.â
Satoru was the most outgoing, but Suguru had his own quirks. Shoko was the odd one out, you always felt.
Utahime shrugs, rifling through her bag. âMaybe they have more in common with each other than you realize.â
For a bit, the topic of the three is dropped. You let Utahime ramble about her work and how her students are doing as she sets out her newest creation: a chocolate raspberry cake.
Omegas have certain quirks when their heat approaches. Utahime bakesâsomething you take full advantage of. You would feel bad about begging her to bring over her desserts all the time, but Utahime never seemed to mind your desperation. Like most omegas, Utahime's scent was slightly stronger. Now, even your weak betan nose could catch a whiff of her scent in the air. She smelled gentle, like flowers dancing in the wind on the side of a grassy mountain.Â
âThis is incredible.â You moan when you take another bite of chocolate goodness. It practically melts on your tongue. âCan you be my mate? Iâd make you happy, I swear.â
She looks away. âShut up.â Thereâs no heat in her voice.
âHave you considered it, though?â You wonder, inhaling another slice. âJoining the program, I mean. I can think of a few alphas that might interest you.â
She shakes her head. âI donât think my type is in the program, and besides.â Her face turns disgusted. âNow that Gojoâs in it, Iâm not taking any chances.â
You laugh. âIâd make sure to never pair you up, I promise!â
She huffs again. Your voice quietens as you remember something.
âHey, I was wonderingâŠwhat do I smell like again?â
She frowns. âWhy do betas always ask that? You need to get better noses.â
âJust remind me.â
She rolls her eyes, but she acquiesces.
âYou smell the same as always,â she tells you. âLike Earl Grey & Cucumbers.â
By the end of the week, you finally get the call you were waiting for.
You pick up on the second ring and immediately press the speaker button.
âHiro!â You trill, making yourself comfortable on the sofa. âHow have you been?â
Your omega client responds in kind. You make small talk until you eventually bring it up.
âSo,â you ask, âhow did the date go?â
You expect a barrage of excitement and blabbering. Hiro is a sweet guy. You could tell he would mesh well with those three. Inwardly, you congratulate yourself for making such a good match.
âIt went okay.â His answer stills.
âOkay?â You repeat.
Just okay? You expect something far more than such a simple answer.
At your silence, Hiro continues.
âMaybe okay isnât the best word. I liked them butâŠâ he trails off. âI donât think they liked me very much.â
âHuh,â you say, tapping your fingers. âWhat did they say exactly?â
âNot much, I mean, they were nice. I just donât think our personalities meshed well. They were all so quiet, I felt like I was doing most of the talking.â
âQuiet? Even Satoru?â
âI donât even think he spoke,â Hiro confesses.
You do not think the word quiet appeared in Gojoâs dictionary. He constantly chattered, unable to let the world forget he existed for hardly a moment. It was a major reason you paired Hiro with them. He is just as bubbly. You thought he and Satoru would work really well together.
âWow,â you say after a while. âIâm sorry, I really thought things would work out between you four.â
âItâs fine,â Hiro responds, just as disappointed. âPlenty more fish in the sea, right?â
You once again tell Hiro your apologies before hanging up. Weird, you usually had more trouble appealing to your omega clients compared to your alpha ones. Maybe this would be a lot harder than you initially assumed.
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Halfway through your second year, Geto joined the newspaper club.
You were ecstatic when he told you. Shoko couldnât participate in any early-school activities due to her poor sleep habits, and you doubt Gojo wouldâve enjoyed them. Having somebody you knew do an activity you enjoyed was really exciting. It was something you and he bonded over, much to Shokoâs chagrin.
When you had club projects together, it was common to go over to one or the otherâs houses. You liked Getoâs house. It wasnât so large, not like Gojoâs sprawling mansion youâd had the misfortune of getting lost in once or twice. Getoâs home was vibrant and warm, filled with splashes of color and properly decorated furniture.
His parents were nice too. You liked the snacks they brought out, more than happy to indulge in the intricate sweets they prepared.
His parents were a proper alpha-omega pair. His alphan-father was boisterous and hearty in a way that reminded you of Gojo. His voice was loud, and his laugh practically rang through the halls.
His omegan-father was a bit on the meek side. You could count the number of times heâd directly spoken to you. His voice was softâa complete contrast to his mate. He often resigned himself to quietly nodding along with whatever his husband rambled on. You could count the number of times heâd directly even looked at you.
Once, when Geto was still rummaging upstairs for something or another, you wondered out loud how they met. The alpha was more than happy to tell you the story of how he met his omega. You learned that they were childhood friends before the omega decided to part ways for a bit. Eventually, they reunited and got mated soon after.
âYou waited for ten years?â You asked in awe. âDid you ever consider moving on?â
The alpha laughed before shaking his head, âNever.â He told you with a smile. âWhen alphas find their mate, nothing can keep them away, not even time.â
Getoâs other father stood in the kitchen, dutifully wiping down a counter. He didnât react when his husband told you about their love story. You could only assume he was used to it.
âThatâs beautiful.â You gushed.
Thereâs a secret smile on the alphaâs lips before Geto marches downstairs, leading you out the door with a glare directed at his father.
âIgnore him,â Geto told you as you trekked to school. âHe tells that story to every person he can.â Thereâs a roll of his eyes, and he failed to hide his embarrassment.
âI think itâs sweet.â You kindly told him as he averted his gaze. âI donât think I could wait ten years for someone like that.â
Geto considered you for a moment.
âI donât think I could, either.â He finally admitted. âAt the very least, I would get impatient by the end of it.â
You thought you were about to agree when your phone beeped. You glanced at the notification, and your heart skipped a beat.
Takahashi<3: Iâm free after school:)
You barely hid your smile. Geto didnât miss your sudden giddiness as you typed away on your phone.
âDid something happen?â He asked.
You shook your head and placed your phone back into your pocket.
âI think I have a date later.â You told him, oblivious to the twitch on his lips.
âA date?â Geto echoed. You cheerfully nodded.
You liked Takahashi since the start of the school year. He was in your homeroom, and you were already close acquaintances. You wanted to get closer to him, but Shoko often thwarted your plans. She made her distaste in Takahashi extremely clear. You tried not to get too upset by her attitude. She was protective of you and probably thought you could do better. Itâs what friends did.
âMaybe we should keep this from Shoko.â You told Geto right before the school gates. âShe doesnât really approve of the guy.â
Geto hummed. âIâm not surprised.â
The day passed on as it normally would. You trudged through your sludge of classes and waited for school to finally be over. When it did, you practically jumped from your seat, barely waving off your friends as you rushed out of the school gates.
Takahashi wasnât waiting for you, but you didnât mind. You could take some time to calm your nerves.
You waited.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
You sent him a text.
Eighteen minutes.
You sent another.
Students filtered past you, eager to abandon their homework in favor of arcades and hanging out with their friends. You remained where you were, feeling your excitement drain the longer Takahashi refused to show his face.
After nearly an hour of waiting, you gave up. He wasnât coming. You wanted to call him, but you canât bring yourself to. Embarrassment crept up your shoulders and neck. You felt so stupid for even waiting around for this long.
They caught up to you when you were halfway home, glumly dragging your feet across the pavement. Gojoâs long arm draped over your shoulders as he lightly jostled you in an effort to catch your attention.
âWhere are you going?â He cheerfully asked. You frowned.
âHome, obviously.â You told him before glancing further up ahead.
Geto gave a lazy wave. Shoko said nothing. You expected her to be a bit less receptive towards Gojo for putting his hands on you.
She had no reaction.
âSo, youâre doing nothing, right?â Gojo asked. Glee radiated from his body. âWe should go to the movies!â
âThat sounds fun.â Geto agreed, before he gave you a pointed look. âAs long as you didnât have anything planned?â
You appreciated that he wanted to give you an out, but it was for nothing. You planned to spend the entire day with Takahashi. Your afternoon remained empty now that he unceremoniously ghosted you.
âThat sounds fun,â You said, âbut Iâm not in the mood toââ
âIâm fine with anything as long as it isnât that weird Earthworm movie Gojo kept talking about.â Shoko piped in as she stepped closer.
âBut it looks so funny!â Gojo whined as he tugged you in the other direction. The other two followed right behind him. âYou should give it a chance.â
Despite your reluctance, you were dragged off to the movies regardless. You couldnât remember the film. The popcorn tasted buttery and salty in your mouth. Gojo kept disrupting you to talk shit about every character that popped onscreen. You werenât allowed to go home until hours later, when the three made it their mission to walk you home. By that time, youâd forgotten about your botched date. You were far more interested in how the three had suddenly grown close.
It was as if theyâd always been friends. Their conversations with each other felt natural, almost right. Even their bickering no longer held Shokoâs usual hostility. Perhaps youâd been wrong to try to force it. They just needed to find each other in their own way.
That day might not have ended the way you wanted it to, but you were still happy.
The very next day, Takahashi completely ignored you. He no longer smiled or greeted you. He seemed perfectly happy pretending you never existed in the first place.
If you were being honest, you did not mind in the slightest. Over time, you forgot about the guy who ditched you, and life continued on as always.
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Part of you expects the luxury.
When Suguru extended the invite, you knew he was never one to pull his punches. When he plans something, he goes all out. He adores dramatics and flair. This time was no exception.
The restaurant exuded extravagance the moment you stepped through crystal-clear glass doors. The warm air soothed the goosebumps gathering on your armsâ a complete contrast to the chilly wind lingering just outside. The floors and ceilings were perfectly polished to the point where you could almost see your entire reflection. The spiral columns were perfect ivory, perfectly matching the black-and-white theme throughout the floor. Your heels clicked against the tiles as your hostess led you through the restaurant. The sounds of clinking utensils and glassware filtered through your ears.
They were already seated, three pairs of eyes clinging to your figure as you made their entrance. Satoru was more than happy to greet you first. His eyes simmer, but his smile barely falters as you get closer.
âWhat?â You ask.
Satoru wrinkles his nose.
âYou smell like alpha.â
âItâs probably because I work with other alphas,â you say, âYou know half of my clients are alphas, right?â
âIgnore him.â Suguru cuts in before Satoru continues to badger you. âHe skipped his afternoon nap, so heâs a bit fussy this evening.â
You wave it off. Truthfully, you were used to alphas getting mad over another alphaâs scent. Itâs happened to a couple of your omega clients, as well as to you. Itâs instinct for alphas to flare up when they smell other alphas. Biological. They canât help it. You actually expected Shoko to be more hostile because of it, yet as you glanced over, she barely even blinked. She mustâve gotten over her scent possession days from high school.
You adjust yourself in your seat as the waitress strolls over. Food and drinks are ordered. You listen to Satoru whine about work while the other two chastise him. You promised yourself you wouldnât drink too much, but barely half an hour in, and youâre already tipsy. You know this was supposed to be a get-together, a high-school reunion of sorts. Work was absolutely not to be discussed, but you couldnât help getting yourself worked up over it. They mightâve been your old high school friends, but they were also the most difficult clients youâve ever had.
Shoko notices first.
âJust say it.â She eyes you.
âSay what?â You tilt your head.
âYouâre mad, right?â Satoru pipes in, absolutely delighted when you frown in his direction. âItâs all over your face.â
âIâm not mad.â
âOh, itâs that bad, hm?â Suguru hums, and you roll your eyes.
âIâm not mad.â You repeat, before wincing. âIâmâŠfrustrated, I think. You guys are giving me a run for my money.â
After Hiroâs clear rejection, you paired a couple more omegas with the three of them. Each one ended in the same way. You would get a call from a disappointed omega telling you it didnât really work out. Later that same day, three alphas would innocently seat themselves in your officeâready for another match.
You donât even know what youâre even mad about. Theyâre allowed to make rejections; thatâs their right. For whatever reason, it oddly felt like they were messing with you.
You could expect that type of behavior from Satoru, maybe even Suguru, but Shoko? You could never see her do something like that for the fun of it.
(Or maybe you were clinging to her high school demeanorâthe sweet, quiet girl who used to trail behind you with soft brown eyes and a muted smile)
âAt this point, I think you might be doing this on purpose.â Your lips curl up into a smile to indicate how silly you think that is. Itâs clearly a joke. Low-hanging fruit, you guide them to so they can quell your worries.
None of them refute it. Eventually, Satoru starts rambling about yet another incident involving the students at his school. Suguru chimes in with his thoughts every now and then. Shoko just berates her packmates for being such nuisances. The topic is carefully avoided for the rest of the night.
With delicious and expensive food carefully stashed into your stomach, the four of you decide to call it a night. When you reveal you took the cab here, the three are quick to invite you into their own car. It doesnât take you too long to give in.
When you step out into the cold, Shoko offers her jacket. She used to do that back in middle school; smother you with her clothes any time she could. Sheâd take your clothes too, sometimes. You used to find skirts and shirts missing every time she came over. She never stopped, not even when you scolded her for it over and over again. âAn alpha thing,â your parents once told you when you complained, âyou need to be more considerate of her nature. She canât help herself. Itâs instinct.â.
When she does it now, you donât think it has anything to do with her instincts. She grew out of it when high school came around. Today, Shoko wraps her jacket around you to protect you from the blistering cold as you follow them outside.
The car belongs to Satoru. Youâve never seen it before in your life, but you can instantly tell. Itâs Satoruâs in the way that itâs bright red and sleek. He starts the car with a low rumble. You climb in the back, feeling your seat hum as the car purrs to life.
Suguru settles next to you while Shoko gets into the passenger seat. Your stomach flips when you start to buckle yourself in. You start to remember all the times Satoru nearly killed you with his driving skills back when he first got his license. Heâd been so excited back then, constantly offering rides to your house, the arcade, and even to places where there was no need for a car. His need to show off was an ever-present part of his personality back then.
âDid he ever learn to drive properly?â You canât help lean over and whisper in Suguruâs ear.
He laughs while Satoru puffs from somewhere in front of you.
âI heard that,â Satoru says, âMy driving was never that bad. Youâre so dramatic.â
It was much worse than bad, but you decided not to bully him about it. Surprisingly, Satoru drives a lot nicer than you expect. He maintains a mostly steady pace, not at all like the sharp halts and breaks his younger self seemed to like so much.
He catches your eye in the rearview mirror.
âSee?â He tells you with a proud smile.
You roll your eyes, unamused.
âHonestly, Iâd take highschool youâs driving over Utahimeâs,â you say, watching the city nightlife as the car speeds up, âshe insists on driving fifteen miles below the speed limit. It takes an hour to get anywhere.â
âUtahime?â Suguru echoes, and you remember he probably hadnât seen her since high school.
âHow is she?â Shoko asks.
âSheâs doing well.â You respond.
Youâre about to offer a reunion before you clamp the urge down. She wasnât their friend, after all. If anything, she barely tolerated them. Anytime your juniors would crash your hangouts, Utahimeâs face would instantly pinch up. For your sake, she remained mostly civil.
âIs she mated?â Shoko asks.
You eye her. Itâs a weird question to ask, but you give in anyway, not really seeing the harm.
âNo, not that I know of,â you admit, âsheâs not a big fan of the matchmaker program, either.â
Youâve tried to convince her numerous times, but Utahime refused to budge. Sheâd get oddly offended anytime you even broached the topic, so youâve decided to avoid it.
For a split second, you catch Shoko and Suguru looking at eachother with dark eyes. Secret conversations only alphas could have. You bet their scent was dipping in a way only they could sniff out. A part of you always wondered it was like, but you never wondered for long. Itâs not like youâd ever get to experience it.
Were they thinking of Utahime as a potential mate? You didnât want to burst their bubble, but you highly doubt sheâd be happy about that.
âWe keep talking about our love lives, but what about you?â Suguru suddenly asks.
You glance at him. âMy love life?â You ask.
âMet anyone special lately?â Satoru prods from the front.
You shake your head, watching the scenery pass you by. You remembered them being curious about your dating life back in high school, constantly hounding you the moment you got close to another beta who wasnât them. It was only natural. Alphas and omegas found lifetime partners in a very different way compared to betas. To you, the idea of talking and going on dates to get to know someone is natural. To alphas, it must sound like an alien concept.
âIâve got my hands too full of you three to even bother meeting someone.â You tell them with a teasing lilt in your voice before it fades. âBesides, meeting another beta is a lot harder than meeting up with an omega. Everythingâs less instinctual, I think.â
âWhy would you only restrict yourself to betas?â Shoko asks.
The alcohol was getting to you. Your lips are a bit looser than usual. Your words are cruder. You roll your eyes.
âWho else is there? An omega?â Your voice dipped into a sardonic sneer like you couldnât even stomach the thought. âAn alpha?â
You laugh at the joke. They donât join in. You donât notice the darkened tension in the car as you continue to stare out the window, not minding the silence. The evening tired you out. You stifle a yawn, and your eyes drift closed.
Something sharp grazed your neck.
Your eyes snap open. The car has stopped. You glance over to Suguru.
He smiles. Thereâs a respectful distance between the two of you. He remains a seat apart.
âDid I startle you?â He genuinely asks. âSorry, I was trying to wake you up.â
âOh.â You say, calming down your racing heartbeat. âNo, itâs okay. Are we here?â
You raise up, trying to peek at the window. Your apartment complex lies just a little way away.
âHome sweet home!â Satoru cheers, his glee having fully returned.
âWeâll walk you up,â Shoko suggests.
âNo.â You fumble with your seatbelt. âYouâve done so much already. Thanks for the night. It was fun.â
âIt was.â Suguru agrees. âWe should do it again, sometime.â
You eye him again. He still hasnât moved. You resist the urge to touch your neck.
âYeah,â you say, trying not to make your voice sound so clipped. âThat would be great.â
You step out into the cool night air, trying to ignore the three pairs of eyes that followed you across the sidewalk and up the stairs. As soon as you got out of their eyesight, you finally felt like you could breathe again.
Hours later, when youâve showered and settled into bed, you finally decide to tell yourself there was nothing. You had been half-asleep. You probably dreamed it. Youâve known those three your entire lives; there was no way they could do something like that.
And yet, a part of you could feel it on your neck. You reach up to lightly press on the patch of skin. There was nothing, but a part of you had that feeling memorized. You donât think you could ever forget that feeling.
Teeth rasping right over your scent gland.
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You never truly saw Shoko as an alpha until your last year of high school.
You never had the chance to. Youâd grown up with her by your side. You saw her every day. You didnât notice her slowly surpassing you in height. You didnât notice the way her teeth grew sharper and sharper. To you, she remained as Shoko: your tiny little follower.
In your head, you always put her in a different category than Satoru and Suguru. They were your friends, but they were also alphas. Shoko was your friend. There was a difference, though you werenât sure what the difference was.
The incident happened sometime toward the end of the school year. By then, the three had formed a true pack. All the bad blood they shared in their first year had completely scattered by the second. They matched eachother well, moving as one coordinated unit. When the four of you hung out, you felt like you were the odd one out. It made you wonder if this was how Shoko felt when you forced her to hang out with your friends, an alpha surrounded by betas.
You werenât upset at her for finding a friend group she matched with, regardless of how little you fit in. She deserved that.
You appreciated that she tried to incorporate you into her circle, too.
âAre you ignoring us?â Suguru asked.
You gave him a look, already exasperated.
âWhat are you talking about?â You frowned. âYou literally asked me to check your essay. Thatâs what Iâm doing.â You gestured to the paper on your desk.
Technically, it wasnât your desk. This wasnât your classroom. The rest of the second year had already left for the day, preferring to spend their time at home or at clubs. These three remained the odd ones out, still lounging on their desks hours after the bell rang.
Since Shoko had this bad habit of refusing to let you walk home alone, you were often forced to sit with them, waiting around until they decided to leave.
You sat just behind Suguru and Shoko. Suguruâs elbows rested on the chairâs back as he watched you work. Shoko mirrored him. Satoru abruptly left a few minutes ago, most likely to get a snack from the vending machine to satisfy his sweet tooth. The only evidence of his presence was his sunglasses and his backpack, hung over his chair.
âIâm starting to think you just gave this to me so I wonât get bored.â You complained. âYour writingâs perfect as always. What am I even looking for?â
âIâm sure youâll critique it well,â Suguru responded, as an amused smile spread across his lips. âI trust your judgment.â
You rolled your eyes but cast your gaze down on the paper, hoping to find something to nitpick. You knew that was an impossible feat. These three were at the top of their class for a reason.
âI give up.â You told him, handing his paper back. âItâs perfect. I see a 100 in your near future. Stop fishing for compliments.â
He laughed, but he accepted his essay back with fingers ever so gently brushing over yours.
âBesides, Iâm not really good at grading.â You continued. âUtahimeâs the literature expert.â
âI donât think sheâll be too happy being asked for a favor like this.â Suguru countered as he tucked away his assignment. His nimble fingers ran across his backpack and tugged the zip shut.
You clicked your tongue. âThatâs because you and Satoru are constantly picking on her.â
Your eyes slide to Shoko.
âShe likes you at least.â You tell her with a teasing smile.
In that, you mean the two girls are civil to each other. By that time, you gave up on Utahimeâs ability to cozy up to these guys. Theyâre a lost causeâthe few omegas in your school already steer clear of them. Itâs clear they arenât looking for anyone to complete their pack.
âI donât think itâs like that.â She refuted.
You opened your mouth to respond, but then their expressions shifted.
Their hackles raised. They sat up straighter. Alert. Youâve never seen them act like that before. Your smile faded, pulled away from your lips by their sudden behavior.
Thereâs a soft thump at the classroom entrance. Your eyes landed on Satoruâs body, leaning against the door. His breaths were ragged, shoulders hunched over.
You stood up, making your way towards him. Shoko called your name, but you didnât stop. You hesitantly reached for your junior. Concern settled at the back of your throat. Was he sick or something? He seemed okay when he left just a few minutes ago.
âSatoru?â You called, watching his shoulders stiffen. âIs everything okayââ
You saw his eyes. There was a flash of blue and teeth before he lunged at you.
Suguru stepped in before he could make contact.
There was a clatter of desks as Suguru pushed his friend to the floor and restrained him. You stumbled back, nearly tripping over on your feet, before your back collided with Shoko. She held you securely in her arms as you watched the struggle.
You couldnât even recognize your friend as he breathed heavily, still pinned underneath your other friend. His eyes hadnât left yours. They were clouded, unfocused.
Satoruâs scent was often muted to your beta nose. Sometimes, when he got particularly worked up, you caught a whiff of something deep and almost fruity in the air.
Today, the clear scent of Satoru invaded your senses.
Rut, your brain supplied even when your body remained helpless to do anything but watch. Satoru had gone into rut.
âShouldââ Your voice shook. You swallowed down your nerves. âShould we get a teacherââ
Shoko called your name again. This time, you listened.
Your eyes drifted up to meet her own. She stared straight at Satoruâs writhing body.
âYou need to go. Now.â
You donât recognize her tone. Youâve never heard such a voice come from her before. It was deep, almost guttural. Unapologetically alpha.
It was why you obeyed. Silently, you packed up your stuff, putting away your assignments and pens, shoving them into your bag. You avoided the scene of the two alphas calming down their packmate as you fled the classroom. You heard Satoruâs grunts through the hall. They followed you, rang through your ears the entire walk home.
The next day, Satoru wasnât at school. When he returned the day after, the incident remained unspoken. The three refused to acknowledge it. You did the same, following in their footsteps. It was easier to pretend everything was fine. You wanted to forget the vision of Satoru staring up at you with clouded eyes. You wanted to forget Suguruâs strength as he restrained his friend. You wanted to forget what you heard in Shokoâs voice.
It was easier to pretend.
Around that time, you looked into colleges out of town.
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You think itâs time you cut Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko off.
Not personally. Itâs the first time in a while that the four of you have seen each other since high school. Nostalgia for the good old days clouds your vision. You couldnât do that to them or to yourself.
But clearly, your services were not working out for them. The many matches and omegas you have set up always ended in rejection. There wasnât a single omega they liked, and they often had vague reasons for why. Getting a clear answer was like pulling teeth. Maybe they couldnât be honest with you because of your past with them.
It was not fair to those three. Maybe you were wrong to offer your services. You should have recommended one of your fellow matchmakers instead. A part of you will always feel guilty for jumping the gun like that, far too excited to help your friends find love than being logical.
Youâd cut them off professionally. As for personally, you would still keep in touch here and there. Just not as often. You were gradually declining their invitations to hang out. You texted them less and less. You wouldnât cut them off, but you were slowly starting to remember why you drifted away from those three in the first place.
You agonized over your decision for days, wondering how to break it to them.
When they extend the offer for drinks at their place, you decide to bite the bullet.
One rainy evening, you step out of your car, blinking away the drizzle as you stare up at the mansion. It was large enough to pack ten families into the estate. You knew Satoruâs family was well off, but it always breaks your brain when you try to understand how well off. Satoru offhandedly mentioned he liked the property for how demure it was compared to his childhood home. The front door puts your entire apartment to shame.
You barely wait a second after you knock. The door pulls open, and Shoko invites you in with a smile on her face. You return her hug, feeling her soft cashmere sweater underneath your fingers. Sheâd been smoking recently. The scent of it was faint but still noticeable in the air. A part of you wonders if you can chastise her as you did back when you two were kids.
You thank her. Thunder rumbles in the distance as you step inside. The rain and wind picked up, swirling angrily outside and pelting the windows.
âHow long do you think the rain will last?â You ask her as she leads you further inside.
Thereâs another boom of thunder and lightning. Shoko glances down at you thoughtfully.
âWeâll definitely be stuck in here for a while.â She tells you.
You nod along. Hopefully, the rain lets up by the time you go home.
Unfortunately for you, the rain poured throughout the evening. Mother Nature refused to let up for even a moment, going on and on.
Compared to the chill of the rain, the house provided bright lights and warmth. The storm raging outside was nothing compared to the three chattering about their daily lives. Throughout it all, you smiled and talked when necessary. You didnât know if they noticed, but you were anxious, your entire body twinged with nerves. Despite the wine swirling in your cup, you refused to take a single drop. Itâs best to have this conversation sober.
You wait until thereâs a lull in the conversation. You take a deep breath.
âSo, I was thinking about transferring you guys to another matchmaker,â you say. âBut I want to hear your thoughts first.â
They donât seem necessarily surprised by your declaration. Satoru adjusts himself on the couch. He props his chin on his hand as he studies you. His sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose. Pretty sapphire eyes stare unwaveringly at you.
âTransfer us?â He echoes. âI thought we were your favorite clients.â
You try to match his lazy grin, but it comes out stilted and wobbly.
âI think itâd be best for you all.â You avert your gaze, fiddling with the cup, almost grateful to have something to keep your fingers busy. It was an expensive-looking cup. When the wine glass caught the light at just the right angle, it sparkled. Translucent glass turned iridescent.
âItâs not fair for me to keep you guys on like this for months,â you continue. âEvery omega Iâve matched with you three always ends in rejection. Maybe youâd have better luck with someone else?â
You huff out a laugh.
âAt this point, Iâm starting to think you donât want to meet omegas.â
You donât need to have heightened senses of an alpha to know that was the wrong thing to say.
Immediately, the evening's quiet atmosphere turned heavy and daunting. You felt it in your shoulders as something invisible almost pinned you to the sofa.
Satoruâs smile almost turns feral.
âYouâre right.â Shoko says.
You canât read her expression. Her lips are pulled into a thin line. You think you like the lipstick shade the wears tonight. It compliments her tone well.
You squint at her. A pit forms in your stomach.
âWhat?â
âWe donât want an omega.â Suguru finishes for her. âAnd after meeting so many, Iâve never been certain of anything more. We donât want an omega, we want you. We always have.â
He keeps his tone softing, almost coaxing, like youâre some wild animal. Despite the gentleness of his voice, his words cut deep into your soul. Youâre shaking your head before you realize what you were doing.
âI donât understand.â You repeat his words over and over in your head as you lift yourself from your seat. âIâI donât understand whyââ
âCâmon, you couldnât have been that oblivious, right?â Satoru slips into the spot next to you. A long arm rests across your shoulders, keeping you in place. âWe made things so obvious in high-school. Pretty sure Shoko was pining ever since elementary.â
You wait for Shoko to refute the claim. She doesnât. Even now, youâre thinking everything theyâre telling you is some type of sick jokeâsomething alphas tell to unsuspecting betas to laugh at.
âIâm a beta.â You state the obvious. âYou are all alphas. You canâtâyou shouldnât want meââ
âI donât care.â Shoko says as she stares at you with pretty eyes the color of warm honey. âI never have.â
Satoru hums in agreement. He leans into your side, nuzzling his face into your neck. When heâs close like this, the smell of his scent is stronger. He smells like a Buddhist temple tucked away in the highest mountain peaks, unreachable to all. The wind howls and whisks past ice and rock. The air is freezing and thin, almost suffocating.
You move when he gets uncomfortably close to your nape, right where your scent gland is.
You throw his arm off your shoulders, standing up straight. You keep your eyes on the ground, unwilling to look at any of them. You donât think youâd be able to look at them for a long time.
âI donât want to listen to any of this anymore.â You hear yourself speak.
âYou three are drunk. You donât know what youâre saying.â You step away from the living room. Your movements are robotic. Stiled. Your body is kept on autopilot as your brain tries to keep up with what just happened. You head for the door.
âSleep it off. We can talk about this later.â
You never reach the exit.
A hand grabs your wrist, keeping you in place. You turn back to see Suguruâs empty expression. His purple eyes are dark. He gives a smile. It looks hollow. Fake. Plastic.
âIâm sorry,â he tells you, âI justâŠI donât think I can wait anymore.â
The words feel familiar. A conversation the two of you had a decade ago.
You open your mouth to ask when his lips swallow yours.
Itâs utterly possessive in nature. Suguruâs scent envelopes you whole as he kisses you. He smells like what lurks underneath the roaring sea. You feel like youâre drowning, trapped in underwater caves where your ears pop from the immense pressure of the unwavering ocean.
Your hands press against his chest, urging him off. Even then, he only releases you when heâs had his fill. You stumble back, looking at his reddened lips and dark eyes. Heâs breathing heavily, slightly hunched over like heâs ready to pounce. His eyes are wide and completely blown out.
You donât think youâre looking at a person anymore.
Youâre looking at a predator.
âYeah.â Itâs something between a growl and a laugh. âI donât think I can wait any longer for this.â
Your words are cut off by a screamâyour scream. Thereâs a harsh grip on your wrist before youâre being dragged back to the living room and haphazardly thrown onto the couch. Satoruâs hands keep you down as you struggle fruitlessly against his arms. He laughs somewhere above you as your vision twists and turns in mindless panic.
Satoruâs kiss is a lot more violent. Heâs messy, smearing his scent all over your neck, your scent glands, eager to claim. His sharp teeth are more than happy to explore your lips. When he reluctantly pulls away in satisfaction, your lips are left in bloody tatters.
âI donât think I can wait anymore, either.â Satoru agrees with his pack mate. âIâm surprised you were the one who broke first, Suguru. What happened to âwaiting âtill everyoneâs readyâ and all that bullshit? So desperate.â
Fingers play with the edge of your shirt as Suguru scoffs. âShut up.â
âStop.â Youâve never heard your voice sound like this before. âDonâtâdonâtââ
âEnough.â
The two freeze. So do you. Something blankets over your body.
Calming pheremones, the last piece of your brain supplies, but who would�
Shokoâs face enters your vision. You blink helplessly at her.
Her expression is serene and calm as she studies your body. Her hand reaches out, gently caressing your face and tracing the length of your jawline. You feel the scrape of freshly manicured fingers.
On omegas, alpha pheremones help them become more receptive towards their alphan mates. It calms them, makes them feel closer to their chosen mate, and helps the process move along.
On betas, however, alpha pheremones cross wires. You werenât built to be receptive. It clouds your vision, making your thoughts hazy. The panic remains even as your body slows down.
âDid they scare you?â She asks, voice gentle and dripping with faux innocence.
You can only manage a weak whine. She smiles and leans down to place a delicate kiss on your feverish temple.
âItâs my fault.â The worst part is how honest she sounds. âI should have told you back in high school. Maybe if I had, you wouldnât have left, and maybe things wouldâve been differentâŠâ Her voice trails off, and thereâs this faraway look in her eyes.
âI meant what I said.â Her eyes focus on you again. âI donât care that youâre a beta, but I donât think we can treat you like a betaâŠnot if we want you to understand that you belong with us.â
You look into her eyes, right underneath the bubbling warm honey. You think you see it then. Something rotten that festered there for at least a decade before it climbed its way to the surface. For a moment, you wonder how you hadnât seen this in high school. You wonder how she tricked you, coerced you into becoming her friend despite the dark depths she held so closely to her heart.
And then, you understand she hadnât hidden this from you at all.
Until now, you hadnât seen her as alpha.
âI love you,â Shoko tells you earnestly, brushing away the tears cascading down your face. Then her voice hardens, and she isnât talking to you anymore.
âI make the first bite.â
Satoru and Suguru donât argue. Why would they? To alphas, the pack leaderâs word is law.
Her kiss is gentle. Sheâs slow and careful as she carefully glides her lips and tongue against your own. Sheâs careful of her teeth, savoring your shuddering mouth as she swallows your cries and pleas.
You hate how familiar her scent is. Shoko is the Earth that the mountain rests on, where the oceans rock. She was everything youâve ever known, and yet there was so much left to uncover. You just didnât think you could do that before losing yourself.
Someone tugs down at your pants. Your eyes widen, and your panic builds up all over again. Shoko hushes you. Her lips trail to the edge of your jaw.
âHe just wants to taste. Donât mind him.â She tells you as Satoru tugs your pants down your sluggish legs. His fingers itch with eagerness as he squeezes the plush of your thighs.
âDonât worry.â Shoko continues as Satoru practically rips your panties apart. âWe wonât knot you tonight. We know you arenât ready for that.â
âFuck.â Satoru groans as he spreads your legs. He leans down to nuzzle your pussy, nose bumping at your clit. âYou smell even stronger down here. âCan never get enough of your scent, I just wanna drown in it.â
âWhoâs the desperate one, now?â Suguru goads as his own fingers explore whatâs underneath your shirt. He grabs a fistful of your chest before squeezing. Your back arches up from his movement. He smiles.
Satoru ignores him and buries his face completely into your pussy. His tongue flicks out, eagerly lapping up at your hole. His movements are oddly stilted, almost unsure, mostly driven by instinct rather than anything else. Of course, he wouldnât have any real sexual experience. Unlike betas, alphas and omegas mate for life.
His eagerness largely makes up for his lack of technique. Within moments, your body responds to him, urged on by his touches even though your mind is clinging on to the last semblance of sanity you have left.
âI love it.â His voice is almost a sob, strangely broken and muffled as his tongue drives deeper into your hole, hoping to drink up the essence of you. âI love this. I love you. I love you so much. Iâm so glad we have you again.â His hands reach up to keep your trembling thighs away from his face, opening up more of yourself to his eager mouth.
âSatoru.â You hated how heedy your voice sounded. Your core clenched at the intrusion of him tongue-fucking your sensitive pussy, muscles contracting like they wanted nothing more but to keep him inside and milk him for all heâs worth. Your eyes squeezed shut as he pulled out to nibble on your clit.
âPleaseâplease donâtâI donât think I canââ
âI know, baby.â He coos from somewhere underneath you. âIt hurts, right? I can make it all better, I promise. Just let go, baby. You can do it, I know you can.â
Encouraged by Suguru playing with your tits and the constant pressure of Satoru right at your cunt, you canât put it off any longer. Shoko licks a stripe across your neck, and youâre gushing all over Satoruâs face as your pussy cums over and over again. Fingers dig into your ass cheeks, keeping your hips from lifting up as Satoru wrings out every last drop you have. He doesnât stop until you collapse, exhausted underneath the staggering weight of your orgasm.
With bleary eyes, you watch as he rises from your throbbing pussy. His lips are still shiny. He never breaks his gaze from you as he licks his lips, savoring each drop.
Suguru takes his place between your trembling thighs. Thereâs a hiss of a zipper. Your eyes get impossibly wider as his cock pops out from underneath his briefs. Itâs already an angry, bright red.
You donât fight this time, not when Shokoâs pheremones are already starting to drown you again. You watch as Suguruâs cock aligns itself to your battered pussy. The tip taps on your swollen clit as he rocks himself through your plush lips, once, twice, thrice, until his cock finds your hole.
You hate the way his eyes glaze over. He looks down at you with complete adoration.
âI love you.â He tells you. âI canât wait until you love us, too.â
Shokoâs teeth find your neck at the same time he bottoms out. The pain of the claiming bite somehow overrides the fullness you feel as Suguru ruts into you over and over again, completely giving into instinct.
With that, you are completely and utterly claimed as pack.
Your best friend Suguru asks you to dinner over a sheepâs heart in a bio lab on Valentineâs Day. You humour him. Tis the season, or whatever.Â
â collab w/ @sixxels for her v-day event :) check out that masterlist for a trove of good reads. also to note: this is not a part of my bestfriend!suguru series. this is... just me leeching off the one niche i have lol, this is a separate story to those events.
18+ MDNI
â Dissecting hearts on Valentineâs Day.
Your biology professor has a sense of humour, at least.Â
It doesnât do much to sate the churning of your stomach, but itâs a nice thing to consider as you stare down at the washed-clean sheep's heart on the table in front of you. High school biology taught you the ins-and-outs of the heart, its valves and chambers and absolute vitality to the function of the human body that very little else matters in comparison.
It is, for lack of better words, an organ to be revered.Â
âIâll give you five dollars to lick it.â
Your best friend Suguru seems to think otherwise. He stands beside you, with the most stupid looking eye protection on. His hair was begrudgingly pulled up when your professor mentioned the seventeen different hazards of hair as long as his being left down in a laboratory. And his smile is, as per usual, cocksure.Â
âFive dollars is not worth the buffet of bacteria Iâd be inviting into my mouth,â you nudge the metal tray away from you with a gloved fingertip. âIâll give you ten, though.â
Suguru scoffs. âIâll give you fifteen.â
âTwenty,â you lift a metal probe from the tray and point it at him. âAnd Iâll turn this into a sounding rod andââ
âHow about neither of us lick the sheep's heart,â he interjects with a stressed smile, plucking the probe from between your fingers and pointing it at your chest instead, âand you come over for dinner tonight.â
You canât help but roll your eyes. âYeah, Iâm not exactly dying to be your pre-game for whatever gross Valentineâs hookup you have planned, Suguru. I know you donât wash your sheets.â
âI wash them,â Suguru argues, poking your arm with the probe. âAnd you happen to be my best friend, so Iâd have told you if I had a Valentineâwhich I donât.â
You snort. âI find that hard to believe. You always have a Valentine.â
âNo one asked.â
âI bet Gojo asked.â
âWell, yeah, but he also asked Nanami. And Shoko. Come on, let's be single and lonely together in my dorm with some real gourmet eats.â
Thereâs a certain level of assumption that your best friend carries with him. Heâs hardly ever wrong in said assumptions, but they still pull a grimace to your face. Really, who is he to assume you donât already have a valentine? Sure, you share every last aspect of your lives with each other, but that doesnât mean your love life (or lack thereof) needs to be any of his business.
You turn away from him, deciding to rark his assumptions. âCanât. Iâm busy tonight.â
âYeah, right.â
âI am,â you insist, grabbing the probe back from Suguru and gripping the heart in your left hand. You find the Superior Vena Cava, and stick the probe downwards into the right atrium, as instructed. After doing the same with the Inferior, you hand the heart and probe unceremoniously to Suguru. âYour turn.â
He takes the heart, but instead of probing it like youâve been asked, Suguru drops it back onto the metal tray. It clatters a little against the table, and a few people turn their heads to look at the two of you.Â
âYou donât have a Valentine.â
Your brows raise. âOh wow, is this a jealousy thing, Sugu? I mean, maybe we could invite you to sit in the cuck chair andââ
Heâs quick to cut you off with a gloved hand to your chin, lifting it up to lengthen your neck and start checking the column of your throat for⊠something.
âWhat the fuck are youââ your voice trails off when Suguruâs grip shift, and his other hand, the one that was holding the heart, takes the side of your face. âOh my god Suguru that is so fucking disgustââ
âIf anyone had half the mind to ask you out, thisââ he taps your pulsepoint with two gloved fingers, ââwould be marked up. Youâd have to be dating an idiot to be allowed to walk around without staking some sort of claim on you.â
Staking claim? Allowed? âWhat am I, a lunchbox? My Valentine has to write his name on me so everyone knows Iâm spoken for? âDonât eat this one, itâs mineâ?â
Suguru shrugs. âKinda. Does it matter? My point is, I know youâre lyingâthereâs no possible way you have a Valentine, so Iâll see you at seven.â
What an ass. âWow. âNo possible wayâ, you are just so kindhearted.â
You can see him biting his cheek. He looks down at you with those sharp purple eyes, even through his protective glasses, and shakes his head. âThatâs not what I meant.â
âThen what, pray-tell, could you have possibly meant instead?â
âI meant,â he starts, grabbing the probe once more and pointing it at you without acknowledgement of infection control and the fact it was just inside the vena cava of a sheepâs heart, âIâve already written my name. You know⊠âdo not eat, this oneâs mineâ?â
You follow his gaze downwards to the shirt youâre wearing⊠his shirt. He had left it in your dorm after a night over and never asked for it back. Itâs not a thing, you just think itâs more comfortable than any of your own clothes. And it smells like him.
Suguru then points the metal rod to your wrist which, just underneath your sleeve, is a beaded bracelet that reads âSGâ in purple beads. He has a matching one of your initials that he wears around his right wrist, the two of you made them together five or so years ago to commemorate your âever-lasting and never-dyingâ friendship.Â
Lastly, he turns the rod on himself and points it right at his own chest. You look him over, enjoying the obvious view but finding no indication of âownershipâ as heâd so smugly claim. âAm I meant to know what youâre pointing at?â
Geto sucks in a breath, looks down at the heart on the table, and then back up at you. âSo, maybe a few guys have noticed how close we are. And so theyâve asked me if you have a boyfriend, because theyâve wanted to ask you out.â
No fucking way.Â
âYou told them I have a boyfriend, didnât you? God, youâre such an asshole, Suguruâyou canât just police my love life because you think the guys here arentââ
âI told them Iâm your boyfriend,â he cuts you off. âAnd if they wanted to keep their balls in tact that they shouldnât talk to you. Or look at you. Or⊠breathe in your direction.â
All you can do is blink up at him. Youâre pretty sure the professor calls out to get you both back on track, but youâre locked in a staring match that seems to last a lifetime. He wouldnât do that, heâs fucking with youâdoing what he always does and trying to get a rise out of your for his own sick entertainment. He likes it when you get mad, when you complain and pout and smack him on the arm for saying stupid shit. Heâs fishing.Â
But then you think about it. Youâve had a pretty regular college experience, minus the attention from guys. Youâd always chalked it up as being due to your own neglect towards romantic endeavours. You havenât been overly interested in hooking up with anyone, and Suguru takes you on enough outings that youâve never felt the need to date.Â
But that wouldnât explain the lack of guys hitting on you. You get it off campus, sometimes a man will buy your drink at the cafe and ask for your number. The odd times you have hooked up with someone, itâs been someone youâve met outside of school.Â
âYouâre lying,â you say.Â
Suguru opens his stupid deceptive mouth to respond, but the bell cuts through the air before he can speak. Youâre at a standstill until the bleating stops, and even then, all he does is smile.Â
âYouâre lying.â
He shrugs, purposefully raking his eyes down the shirt of his you wear, and then back up to you. âIâll see you at seven?â
âNope.â
You made him wait until seven thirty, just to piss him off.Â
Unfortunately for you, he didnât answer the door until seven thirty-five, just to piss you off.Â
Succeeding in his efforts, Suguru finally answered the door to a very cross-looking you, whose bad mood could now only be sated by greasy pizza and room-temperature beer from a canâwhich is exactly what was waiting for you when you walked in. Propped up on his bed next to a battery-operated fake candle and one singular fake rose in a vase on his bedside table.Â
Sometimes itâs the little things that remind you that Suguru really is just a college-aged man.Â
Though you canât say much with three and a half slices of pizza in your system, and your legs sprawled out over Suguruâs lap as he drums his fingers against your calves. An empty beer can balances precariously on your stomach, a very slight buzz lifting your spirits.Â
âI wasnât joking in bio,â is the sentence that your best friend decides to break the easy silence with. âJust by the way. And if you want to throw a few things and call me an ass before you storm out, it might turn me on more than it will make me feel guilty.â
You lift your head to look at him. The smile you thought would be gracing his lips isnât there, greeting you instead with a frown that reminds you of bad news. You suppose this is bad news, heâs been going behind your back to lie about who youâre datingâbut anger isnât the first thing to bubble up in your chest.
It isnât even confusion, either. Is your heart⊠racing?
You pull your elbows back to lean on them, the empty beer can falling from your stomach to the mattress beneath you in the process. All you can do for a very long while is look. And realise.
His lips have always been this prettyâyou remember the times youâd have a drink too many and still find yourself going wide-eyed when staring at them and moving with the words heâd speak. Which is funny, because youâre never shy around Suguru.
And his hair has always been that nice. Your fingers have always itched to play with it, braid it, run your fingers through it and learn what kind of a reaction Suguru Geto has when you give it a harsh tug. Youâve found yourself up late some nights, wondering if heâd grunt or whine or if you dipping your hand beneath your waistband to touch yourself to the thought means anything.
Well shit. You like Suguru.
He must notice a change in expression on your face, because his lips are quirking up into a grin, and youâre suddenly⊠shy?
âYou alright there?â he teases, leaning over you to get a better look at your face. âPizza didnât agree with you, huh? Happens to me too sometimes, you just needââ
âShut up, Sugu,â you try to retort like normal, but the million different thoughts crashing through your mind has your voice small, and your face heated. âIâm mad at you. You arenât my boyfriend, so you had no right to tell everyone you are.â
You donât have half the mind to process that Suguru is practically on top of you now. His hair falls over his shoulder and down to your chest as he looks you deep in the eyes. You half expect him to pull away, but instead he leans forward and⊠licks you.
Right on the corner of your lip. Itâs quick, but enough tongue-to-lip contact that it has you rearing back and looking up at your best friend with wide and very confused eyes. You open your mouth, try desperately for a âwhat the fuck?â or a âyou just fucking licked me, you idiotâ, but⊠nothing comes.Â
âOookay,â Suguru pulls back a little at your lack of reaction. âI was expecting more than that. Sorry, youâre upset and I shouldnât haveââ
âWhyâd youâŠâ
âSauce,â he gestures to his own lips. âPizza. Doesnât matter. I made you uncomfortable, and Iâm sorry.â
âNo, youâwell. I just⊠you licked me.â
âIâm trying to send a message here,â he shrugs.Â
âBy licking me?â
âBy⊠well, yeah.â Suguru looks down at you awkwardly. âBest friends donât lick each other, you know?âÂ
âYou just did.â
âYeah, well I donât want to be your best friend anymore. Take the hint, Iâm begging you.â
Oh. What a weird way to end a friendship. You suppose Suguru has always been unconventional in his approach to life and change, but making light of it isnât going to make it hurt any less. Your stomach clenches a little, and youâd blame it on the shitty pizza if not for the hot tears that spring to your eyes despite your every wish.Â
âYouâre crying,â Suguru gawks down at you. âYou⊠why are you crying?â
âI donât know,â you try desperately to reach up and wipe your eyes, but Suguru takes each of your wrists in his own and pins them down to his mattress, forcing you into the bed a little. âI think crying is a pretty normal reaction to your best friend of fucking forever telling you he doesnât want to be friends anymore!â
Though your vision is blurry, you can make out the vague shape of Suguruâs lips twisting into a stupid, mocking smile that youâd like to just wipe clean off his stupid, mocking face. Itâs only made worse when he laughs something joyous and his shoulders shake with the intensity of his humour.
âFor such a nerd,â he starts, âyou can be so fucking dumb sometimes.â
His lips press against yours in something slow, and soft, and explorative. Itâs sweet, the kiss he gives you, but equally starved. He contradicts himself even with his lips on yours, pushing into your mouth and pulling back the second youâre of mind to try and kiss back.Â
He tastes like pizza and beer. Youâd make a face and tell him to go and brush his teeth if you werenât so sure you tasted the exact same. He greets you with a grin when he breaks the kiss, which quickly turns to a look of confusion when he sees whatever look is on your face.
âWas that okay?â he asks, moving a hand from your wrist to cradle the side of your face. âSay no and it never happened.â
Damn the entire fucking world and the omnipotent deity that may-or-may-not-have created it. You open your mouth to try and force something out, and still nothing comes.Â
This is Suguru, for the love of everything holy. Your Suguru, who has seen you elated and humiliated and scared and furious, but never shy. You are not shy with Suguru.
And yet.
âIââ you try again, but your gaze drops. Coward. âIt was fine.â
âFine?â he repeats, pulling back a little more to look at you better. You can feel his gaze heating up your skin like itâs suddenly Summer time and heâs the burning sun. â...Are you nervous?â
You scoff automatically, though it catches. âNo.â
âYou are. Youâre being weird. Youâre being shyâyouâve never been shy with me.â
Heâs taken it personally, like the idea of you being nervous around him affronted him personally.
You swallow. âYeah, well, youâve never kissed me before.â
âAnd doing so made me what? Scary?â
âNo!â you try, frustrated both with him and with yourself. âIt just changed things.â
Your best friend does what he seems to do best lately and takes another long moment to study every last inch of your burning face. He looks from the lips he just kissed to your nervous eyes and pinched brows. Youâre being shy with him, and neither of you could really say as to why.
Maybe because he does stuff like this. Without warning, Suguru reaches down to grab at your hips and, in one irritatingly easy motion, flips the two of you over so that youâre the one on top. Your thighs bracket his hips as you land straddling him, a small and very undignified noise escaping your lips in the process.Â
Before you can even try to process your new position, or the expanse of solid mass now beneath you, Suguru lifts up slightly and pulls off his shirt, tossing it across the room to land on Satoruâs bed. Thank god he isnât here to witness the state youâre in.
âI think that look on your face is one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my entire life,â he starts, resting his head down against the pillow and looking up at you, hands still holding your hips. âBut I hate it, because I donât ever want you to feel nervous around me. I donât want to make you shy.â
Part of you wants to hit him. âI think thatâs probably the least reassuring thing you could say to a shy person.â
âGood thing youâre allowed to be shy with literally anyone else. Here,â one hand leaves your hip to guide your wrist forward until your palm presses flat over his sternum. Right over his heart. âTell me something about it.â
His skin is warm. Warmer than yours, but heâs always run hot. Your beaded bracelet, the one with SG on proud display, runs against his skin as you feel. His heartbeat is steady, thrums against your waiting palm in a slightly elevated beat.
âYouâre nervous too,â you quip, which makes him scoff.
âObviously. I just kissed the person Iâve wanted to kiss since I was thirteen. Tell me something nerdy, nerd.â
Your brain, the traitor that it is, latches on to the familiarity of academia. You trace over his sternum, slightly to the rightâhis left. âThe two largest veins are in your heart,â you exhale slowly, keeping your hand over his firm chest even as his falls away. âThe inferior and superior vena cava.â
âAnd what do they do?â
âWell really, you should tell me. You werenât paying attention at all today, even though I tell you to listenââ you trail off as you notice the grin Suguru sports on his lips, most likely at your less-shy demeanour. You suppose irritation is your baseline with him. âThey return deoxygenated blood to your heart. The superior vena cava takes care of your upper body.â
You trace your fingertips up to his collarbone, down his bicep a little. âYour arms, chestâŠâ and then back up to his face. You take a moment to look at the beautiful sculpted stone that is his bone structure, and then give his forehead a flick for good measure. âAll the dumb stuff in your head, too.â
He huffs a laugh.
âAnd the inferior vena cava returns it from the lower body,â you add, eyes holding his sharp gaze as you trail that same hand over his chest again, and then lower. Your sudden shyness now exchanged for a boldness you hadnât seen in you, as you feel each ridge of his abs on your descent to his waistband, which sits snugly between your thighs. Youâre a half-inch from brushing over your own clothed clit. âIt all goes back to the heart.â
âFull circle,â Suguru glances down at where your hand sits. You feel him give your hip a squeeze, and then tentatively trace his hand up your spine, under your shirt. âAnd when the heartâs working overtimeâŠâ
His hand drags slowly over your ribs and up over your left breast. You swallow your spit. âIt beats faster,â you finish his sentence. âSinus tachycardia.â
âGod, youâre such a nerd,â he laughs under you, the rumbling vibrations of it going straight to your clit. You shoot your hand back up to his chest to fight the overwhelming urge to break the seal of his waistband and take what you want. âYour heart is racing.â
You knowâyou can feel it in your throat. So is his, thoughâthump thump thump against your palm like a telling drum.Â
Itâs a weird telepathic kind of need that kicks the two of you into drive next. Mirroring each other, the both of you hold eye contact as you drag your touch down each otherâs bodies nice and slow. From chest to stomach, then to waistband and beneath.Â
Suguru is rock hard, and although not the first dick youâve felt pulse beneath your touch, heâs definitely the biggest. You wrap your fingers around his length and gasp as he simultaneously drags his fingers between your folds to find you soaked and sensitive.
The heart wants what it wants, you guess.
You snort at that, which makes Suguru look up at you with a funny expression. âWhat?â
You shake your head fondly. âNothing. Weâre just⊠really doing this.â
His gaze is intenseâheâs sitting up a bit now to get a better look at you, fingers slowly drawing circles around your clit. Suguru doesnât know this part of you like he does everything else. Doesnât know what makes you writhe quite yet. Itâs something heâll learn by the end of the night.
Itâs like youâre in a haze of want. Like every stray thought youâve had before this moment has now compiled in your brain to play on a loopâyouâre undressed before you know it. The two of you, bare skinned and breathless against each other. Moving with each otherâs bodies in a familiarity only the two of you could have.Â
You stroke him nice and slowâyour form of preservation. Or punishment, for him being an ass.
âI think youâre beautiful,â he groans as he keeps rubbing quick circles over your clit, mouthing over one of your nipples as he keeps his eyes trained up on your face. âUsed to think of this perfect fucking body beneath some other guy and feel sick. Sâwhy I told everyone we were togetherâI would have scared you off with the things Iâd do to someone else who got to see this.â
Maybe you should be concerned about the fact that that is quite possibly the hottest thing heâs ever said to you. You mean to open your mouth and retort with something teasing about his obvious unbridled obsession, but what comes out instead is a strained âI need you,â that sets every nerve in Suguruâs body alight.Â
âYou have me,â heâs pulling his hand from your achy cunt and using the collected slick to mix with the pre beading at his tip. You let go of his cock and watch as he mixes your arousal, smearing it all over the thick head of his cock and guiding you to hover over his tip. âGod, youâve always had me.â
What a sap. You smile, lean forward, and press a soft kiss to his lips.
âTook you long enough to admit it,â you manage. âNervous or something? Shy?â
âYeah?â He mocks, cooing the word out like silk. His strong hands hold your hips, and then slam them downwards onto his efficacious dick. âShut the fuck up.â
He fills you entirely in one sick, sedative stroke. You feel blissed out and desperate and fucking sore all at the same time. The stretch is manageable, as is the pinch you feel when his tip near-meets your cervix, but what has you choking out a moan is the instant pace he takes with you.Â
So much for you being on topâSuguru thrusts upwards into you with such gluttonous voracity that youâd think heâs trying to send you stupid on his cock. Itâs all so much and so sudden that you canât even find it in you to be ashamed of how quickly he knits an orgasm up in the pit of your stomach. And you thought the guy was meant to cum quick.Â
You hold on the best you can, both to your orgasm and to Suguru. Your fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders, one hand snaking up to collect his hair between your digits and yank hard in an attempt to pull the reins. You find your question to old fantasies answered as a loud moan rips right out of his chest, but your attempt at slowing down your best friend only riles him up further.Â
âClose,â you manage. âSuguru, pleaseâŠâ
âSpit in my mouth.â
That gives you pause. You still, the best you can when heâs rutting up into you with such fever, and look down at your heart-eyed best friend. âThatâs gross. I just ate.â
âIâmliterallyinsideofyourightnow,â he chokes, slowing down his thrusts into something a little more rolling, but no less deep. âPlease. Fuck, pleaseâI want you to fill me when I fill you.â
Oh.
At the risk of finding out something new (and unsanitary) about yourself, you lean forward and start with a kiss. Suguruâs cock filling you up doesnât do much for your balance, and your teeth click against his a few times, but you keep your pace. Geto snakes a hand down to your clit and urges you across the cliff face heâs walking.Â
Your orgasm builds like the pressure in your heart. Quick and explosive and enough to contract the very organ that gives you life. Your hand on Suguruâs shoulder canvases his skin, down his rapid heart as you pull back enough to spit right onto his waiting tongue.
He lets it sit, holds your gaze with an open mouth and your spit pooling in his mouth. The sight might be both the strangest and sexiest thing youâve seen, and youâre only slightly concerned at the way it triggers your climax.
Mirrored, two beating hearts of the same soul, whatever other symbolic depiction of a shared orgasm you can think ofâthe two of you embody it. You squeeze hard around Suguruâs pulsing cock, milking the cum right out of him into your waiting body.
He swallows his moan (and your spit) with a desperate choked sound that only prolongs your orgasm. âOh my god,â you hold his gaze. âOh my god.â
Suguru holds you in place on his cock as he catches his breath. When he speaks, his voice is so beautifully ruined that your traitorous heart skips a dramatic beat or three.Â
âYou look pretty when you cum. Heyâdonât hide your face. No getting shy.â
He pulls you back a little to lift your head from his heaving shoulder, which you had pressed your forehead against in an attempt to keep Suguruâs teasing eyes off you. âDonât say things that make me shy, then.â
âI can say whatever I please now that youâre mine,â he sing-songs. âOh, that reminds meâŠâ
You mourn the loss of body heat as Suguru leans away from you and stretches over for something on his bedside table. Your mind doesnât register what it is until you hear the âpop!â of a pen cap being taken off, and a sudden coldness bloom over your sternum⊠slightly to the left.
âStay stillâŠâ
You look down to see Suguru Geto writing across your skin with a Sharpie, and you donât need much more than common sense to know what heâs doing.Â
âYou better not start calling me a lunchbox after this,â you chide, though you donât make a move to stop him.
âThen Iâll just have to call you my Valentine,â he hums in return, glancing up at you with his tongue caught between his teeth. âThatâs a yes to being my Valentine, right?â
âI guess I have no choice now,â you shrug, tucking your chin into your neck and looking down as he finishes up with the Sharpie. âYouâve staked your claim.â
On your chest, right over where your heart beats, reads âSUGURUâ in big bold letters.
a/n: thank you @sixxels for asking me to collab. i am no match for the talents working on this event but i am honoured nonetheless to have been able to participate. FIRST COLLAB DONE AND DUSTED MOTHER FUCKERS!
the banner is made by sixxels as well i just stole it because i'm evil. the art in it is by @/thatsallitchief
Synopsis: Youâve always had a hard time standing up for yourself. Your new roommate loves that about you.
(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, slight exhibitionism, forced voyeurism(?), non-con, gojo being a freak)
It was a clerical error.Â
Gojo Satoru wasnât supposed to have a roommate because he was Gojo Satoru. The apartment was specifically his, as most things were.Â
You were a mistake.Â
The administration apologized to you both. Theyâd fix it in no time, they promised. This would only last a month before youâd move to your permanent residence.Â
You didnât mind the error. His apartment was large and expansive, and youâd already unpacked your stuff. The plan was to keep you there until everybody settled in for the semester, and then they could swap you out to an empty room.Â
Gojo didnât seem to mind too much either. You assumed heâd be a bit more irritated with the situation, but his lax nature was a pleasant surprise. You wouldnât necessarily call the two of you close, but you werenât on bad terms either.Â
Positive, is the better word. Not exactly neutral, but not too friendly either. You existed on the edges of each other's peripherals, and you were pretty happy with that. Gojo wasnât a bad roommate either. He kept the apartment mostly clean and didnât leave any food out. You thought youâd have to deal with loud parties; he seemed like the type, but the tiny circle he gravitated towards never overstayed its welcome.Â
The only issue was the music.Â
It wasnât bad music. You enjoyed his taste. You would just rather not hear it blasting through the walls at 2 am.Â
A roommate disagreement. Itâs the first one youâve ever had.Â
You want to do this right. Your biggest worry is offending him. You spend days figuring out the best way to approach him. You look up ways to gently bring up disagreements between your roommate. You fill a bag with treats and sweetsâthe kinds youâve seen him munch on before. You even write a letter because you know how flighty you get in these situations, and you canât thank him enough for all that heâs done for you, but if he could just maybe perhaps slightlyâ
â-So you just want me to turn the music down?â Gojo interrupts your rambling.
Heâs sitting on the sofa, one leg across the other. You remain standing, too strung up to really relax. The paper you were reading out loud crinkles as you fold it back up.Â
âYeah.â You mumble. âIf you can.âÂ
He takes another candy youâd gifted him, popping it in his mouth.Â
âYeah, sure.â He shrugs, as if it were hardly an inconvenience.Â
You, on the other hand, nearly deflated in relief. You didnât expect it to be so simple. You were half-preparing for the possibility that heâd blow up at you and go back to administration, demanding your eviction. Everything was resolved so easily.Â
âThank you.â A genuine smile graces your lips.
Gojo hums. The candy cracks between his teeth.Â
âYouâre pretty shy, huh?â He tilts his head, studying you.
A laugh escapes your throat. Nervous.Â
âI just donât like confrontation,â you admit.Â
Gojo nods, returning your wave when you say your goodbyes. You think nothing of the exchange. Hours later, youâre still riding the high of how effortless it all went.Â
â
Two things change today.Â
First, Gojo is up this morning.Â
Heâs never up this early. Usually, you only hear him moving around at noon. Youâre the early bird, not him. You never minded his routine. If anything, you appreciated that you ran on separate schedules.Â
Second, he was naked.Â
Gojo typically dresses conservatively: T-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies. He adorns the look of a typical college student most days. His tastes are a bit on the expensive side, considering how casually he wears luxury brands, but heâs mostly covered up. Â
Today, Gojo walks around the kitchen in nothing but boxers.
Youâre awkwardly standing in the hallway. You want to go back to your room and hide out until he leaves, but youâre already running late for class. Briefly, you think about keeping your head locked on the ground and slinking out the door. Maybe, if youâre lucky, he wonât notice you.Â
You arenât that lucky.Â
Gojo looks at your miserable figure. Thereâs no embarrassment about how little heâs dressed. No apologies. No stutters that will make you feel the tiniest bit human. He bares his white teeth as he smiles.Â
ââMorning, roomie!â He chirps.Â
You repeat the pleasantry with far less enthusiasm. You avoid looking at him directly, preferring to look at the counter, the floor, the refrigerator, anywhere that didnât have Gojo in it.Â
This was normal, you kept repeating to yourself. This is his house. Youâre practically a squatter. He should be comfortable in his own home. He should wear whatever he wants.Â
Besides, now you can make the most of your situation. You first considered skipping breakfast, given his situation. Now that the worst has happened, you could grab an apple or something.Â
You slip past him. You think Gojo is making some type of smoothie, but you refuse to look directly at him to confirm. The fruit basket is right at your fingertips. You start to swipe the first one you can grab before making your escape.
Something presses against your back, caging you against the counter. You freeze. You feel hard muscle as Gojo reaches up to mess with the cabinets.Â
âSorry.â Gojo casually excuses, rifling through the shelves. âIâll just be a second.â
One second.Â
Five seconds. Heâs still there. Your knuckles are white from how hard youâre gripping the counter.Â
âGojoââÂ
âMy music didnât bother you last night, did it?â He asks.Â
For a second, you wonder if thatâs why he was doing this. Maybe you had offended him earlier with your complaint. But you donât hear any resentment in his voice. He sounds cheerful.Â
Delighted, even.Â
âNo,â you say, âit was fine.âÂ
He hums. When he finally pulls away, you get your autonomy back. You scramble away from the counter, not wanting to get caught again.Â
âThatâs good,â He says, âIâm glad you were upfront about this. Weâre roommates! No use in hating eachother, right?âÂ
Temporary roommates, you correct in your head.Â
âAlso, we should use our first names from now on, roomie.â Gojo continues. âWe should speak more comfortably.âÂ
Fine, whatever. You just wanted to leave.Â
He suddenly leans in so heâs eye-to-eye with you. You hadnât noticed it before, but his gaze is intense. You try to back away, but thereâs nowhere to go.Â
âSay it.â He lowers his voice. âSa-to-ru.âÂ
It feels like heâs mocking you, but you canât seem to find the joke.Â
âSatoru,â you obey.Â
He smiles.Â
âYeah.â He pulls away. âJust like that.âÂ
â
After a couple of washes, you finally notice its absence.Â
It wasnât the most expensive of your collection, but it was still pretty pricey. You liked the silk material and the dark red color. It was your favorite pair of panties.Â
You skulk around the apartment, hoping it just fell from the basket. That, or the washer ate it. You tried not to think of the other option.Â
 Days pass, and you give up searching. You decide to forget about it. You have other pairs. Itâs not the end of the world.Â
A part of you thinks about asking Satoru, but youâre quickly squashing it down. No way would you willingly ask him something so embarrassing. You just toss it to the back of your mind, hoping it will just show up again.Â
And then, Satoru invites you into his room.
Itâs not exactly an invitation. When youâre trudging home from class, he pops out from his room, excitedly telling you about a TV show before youâre being dragged inside. Youâre not a big fan of the genre, and you have no interest in the show. It doesnât matter to Satoru. Youâre forced to sit on his bed as the characters on screen follow the script.Â
Heâs doing that a lot lately. Interrupting. Invading. You keep brushing off the thought that heâs testing you, somehow.Â
âRoomie, this guy is so annoying.â Satoru comments. âDonât worry, he dies in the next episode, so you donât have to suffer for long.âÂ
You say nothing as he casually spoils the show for you. Honestly, you couldnât care less. You were getting a little bored. Your eyes wander around his room. Itâs cleaner than you thought itâd be. A few clothes are scattered around. A college hoodie hangs off the door. There are all sorts of papers on his desk, each is covered in meaningless algorithms you canât decipher, and you suddenly remember heâs a physics major. You ask about maybe getting some math help from him later on, before youâre brushing that thought away.Â
Thereâs a snap of fingers. Your gaze drifts back to Gojo.Â
âRoomie, pay attention!â He whines, urging you back to the screen.Â
There are only 10 minutes of the show left. Fine, you sit there, counting down the minutes until you can make your escape.Â
Satoruâs hand brushes the edge of your bare thigh.Â
Heâs not exactly touching. You two are sitting pretty close. He was just sitting comfortably, resting his weight on his hands. Itâs barely a touch, but itâs there. You can feel his fingers on your skin.Â
He doesnât move his hand back. Itâs more likely because he doesnât notice, you convince yourself. Youâre overthinking things again.Â
He shifts. His hand slips even closer.Â
When you try to open your mouth, he hushes you with a, âThis is the best part!â and all the courage leaves your body again.Â
It feels like hours until the credits finally roll. Satoru steps off the bed to turn off the TV, and you make your move too, eager to find refuge in your room.Â
âOh yeah.â His voice stops you in your tracks. âWhat did you want to talk about earlier?âÂ
You stare. It feels crazy to bring up what happened just now. See? He didnât even notice.Â
But now, you have nothing to say, and saying nothing feels like a lie.Â
âDid you see something in your laundry?â You blurt out before you can even think.Â
Satoru encapsulates a picture-perfect replication of an innocent doe. He tilts his head in confusion.Â
âLike what?â He asks.Â
Dark red panties, with just the hint of lace. You canât say it. You just canât.Â
âI think we mightâve swapped some clothes.â You unhelpfully murmur. âIf you see anythingâŠjust let me know.âÂ
He nods. âSure thing, Roomie!â He calls to you as you hurry back into your room and lock the door.Â
Soon, Satoruâs actions turn less ambivalent.Â
Sometimes, youâd hear him once or twice in the middle of the night. Heâs loud. The walls thankfully muffle most of it, but you know what heâs doing. You usually just plug in your headphones and try not to look at him the next day. So far, things have worked out pretty well.Â
Today, his door is wide open as he jerks off.Â
Youâre standing right next to your own door, mouth agape, forced to listen to his moans and babbles for five minutes. Youâre already late for class.
But you canât bring yourself to even open your door.Â
To get out of the apartment, youâd have to cross Satoruâs room. The one that is currently open, where youâd see him stroking his dick.Â
You know this is going too far. You needed to fucking do something already. Thereâs no way you can be kept a prisoner in your own home.Â
And yet, you stay, forced to listen to him openly masturbate.Â
âFuck yes,â you can hear him say over and over again. âJust a little more, pretty girl. Câmon, just a bitâthere we fucking go.âÂ
Heâs talking to someone. No, thatâs not right. Heâs fantasizing about someone.Â
More babblings and youâre squeezing your eyes shut as he comes. He curses again, and you stand there until you no longer want to melt into the floor.Â
A few minutes later, youâre stomping around the room, trying to be as noisy as possible. You loudly adjust your bookbag and fiddle with your chair. You try to give him as much time as possible.Â
By the time you come out, the apartment is back to normal. His door is still open. You stare straight ahead, ignoring the clear invitation to look as you pass his room.Â
âHey, Roomie.â Satoru casually calls from his place on the bed.Â
You nearly trip over your own feet. Satoru gives a hiss.Â
âYou good?â He asks.Â
No.Â
âYes.â You adjust your bag. âJust tripped.âÂ
âOkay.â You hear him shift. His bed creaks under the weight. âHave fun at class, pretty girl.âÂ
You slam the door a lot harder than you should. You were ten minutes late for class that day, but it doesnât matter. As much as you tried to focus on your professorâs drones, your mind kept drifting to the name he called you right before you fled.Â
No, no it couldnât be. You needed to forget about it.Â
Also, he was holding something in his hand. You didnât know for sure, you didnât want to stare butâŠ
âŠit was a dark red piece of fabric.Â
â
You like it when Satoruâs friends come over. They create a buffer between you and him.Â
These days, you arenât in the apartment as much. Youâre out early. You come in late. You arenât avoiding Satoru. You talk to him when he talks to you. You listen to whatever ramblings he has that day. You arenât avoiding Satoru.Â
Today is one of the few times he manages to catch you. Maybe you should count yourself lucky that he did it today, because Suguru was here.Â
He lounges on the sofa as Satoru drags you behind him. Suguru barely glances up from his phone. Heâs pretty used to Satoruâs antics. You arenât.Â
Satoru plops right next to his friend, picking up his remote.Â
âOkay, weâre ready,â he says before frowning and glancing around. âThereâs no more space.âÂ
Heâs right. Both men are big, barely overcrowding the minuscule couch. You awkwardly loiter nearby as they both set up. You open your mouth, ready to say that you were fine with not joining, that you didnât really care about a video game, no matter how awesomely Satoru described it.Â
Satoruâs grin is filled with nothing but delight as he turns to you.Â
âHereââ he eagerly pats his lap ââI've got plenty of space left, pretty girl.âÂ
You blanch, and his smile just grows wider. He starts to reach for you before his friend steps in.Â
Suguru shoves him off the couch. Satoru dramatically collapses onto the floor.Â
âDonât be a dick.â Geto chides before motioning you to sit.Â
You take a seat, with a relieved smile directed at Geto. Satoru grumbles from his spot on the floor, but he doesnât try to move back as you thought he would.Â
âI canât believe youâre abusing me in my own home,â Satoru complains. âWhere I pay rent.âÂ
âYour parents pay rent, you trust fund baby.â Geto is more than happy to refute.Â
âSame thing.â Satoru rolls his eyes. âItâll all go to me in the end.âÂ
Out of all of Satoruâs friends, Suguru seemed to have the biggest hold on his collar. They seemed close. Maybe their friendship had spanned years before college. You donât know if anyone could bear to be around Satoru for that long, but maybe Suguru is that exception.Â
You think you spend about an hour watching them play. You arenât too interested in video games, much less combat games, but they seem to get a kick out of it. Eventually, Gojo demands to play with you. Geto relinquishes his remote to your reluctant hands, more than happy to go back to his phone.Â
âDamn.â Satoru laughs as he kills you for the 4th time. âYouâre bad at this.âÂ
You frown at the YOU LOSE on your side of the screen.Â
âI havenât played this before,â you respond.Â
âI can tell.âÂ
He doesnât seem particularly upset that his new gaming partner sucks. If anything, the more he kills you, the wider his smile gets.Â
âWe should place bets.â He suddenly pipes up. âHowever looses a round: strips.âÂ
You shrink. Geto rolls his eyes.Â
âSatoru, stop bullying your roommate and play the game.â He leans back. âLet the poor thing breathe.âÂ
He whirls around to look at you with wide eyes. You canât tell whether heâs being genuine. You glance away.Â
âYeah.â You fiddle with the remote. âI know.âÂ
âSee, itâs fine!â Instantly, Satoru forgets the game. He crowds into the couch to circle his arm around you, pulling you into his side. âYouâre the only person who understands my humor, pretty girl.â He sighs.Â
âThis sounds more and more like a hostage situation.â Suguru idly comments.Â
But when you look at him, really look at him, you can see the apathy clear in his eyes.Â
Maybe thatâs why they got along so well.Â
âShut up.â Satoru snaps.Â
âYouâll tell me, though, right?â Satoru says as he snuggles even closer. âIf Iâm going too far?âÂ
You want him to get off of you. You know he knows, too.Â
âI will.â You say instead.Â
Satoru grins, continuing to swaddle you with his body.Â
âSee?â He blows a raspberry in Suguruâs direction. âMy Roomie loves me.âÂ
â
Sometimes you prefer to be alone with Satoru. He just gets worse with more people around.Â
The club he dragged you into was smoky, with the occasional lights that flicked and changed colors, illuminating the floor. It was crowded. Someone spilled a drink on the floor earlier that night. The sweet sticky scent lingered in the air.Â
Satoru had brought a couple of other people too, more than happy to stuff the lot of you into his car before driving off. One of Satoruâs other friends, Shoko, was here somewhere. Suguru was here too, but you lost sight of him sometime back. You, standing against the wall, wonder if you could take a bus back to the apartment.Â
The only person in your line of sight was Satoru.Â
Earlier, heâd asked if you wanted to dance. You declined. You thought heâd make a bigger fuss out of it, like usually he does when you donât fully accommodate him. Instead, he shrugged off your rejection, casually tossing over his shoulder to âjoin in at any timeâ.Â
Someone else was with him. She was shorter than him, even with the heels. You watch as she drags manicured nails across his arms as he leans down to kiss her. You doubt they know each other. Satoruâs just like that. Overly friendly.Â
It reminds you of all the people he brings over for âlate-night study sessionsâ. Apart from the noise, you donât mind the girls and guys. Most of them are pretty nice. They actually give you a lot of relief whenever you see them. For a second there, you thought that the reason Satoru was doing this to you was that heâ
So yes, the people he brings over are a nice thing.Â
Someone clears his throat.Â
You donât recognize him. His grin is sheepish. Polite, you smile back.Â
The small talk is a bit awkward at first. Itâs hard to hear him with the screaming crowd and music. You two exchange names. He comments on the phone case you have, claiming his sister likes that character too. He perks up when he says something that makes you laugh.Â
âDid you come here with anyone?â He finally asks.Â
âMy roommate,â you offer, turning your head to point to Gojo.Â
He isnât there. Neither is the girl he danced with earlier. You wonder if he decided to ditch you and take her home. You donât think youâd be surprised if he did.Â
At the implication you arenât seeing anyone, he asks:Â
âCan I get you a drink?âÂ
You think youâre about to refuse. You know Satoru and the rest of his group will be drunk by the time the night ends. Youâre pretty sure the only reason you were dragged along was to play babysitter and drive them home.Â
You open your mouth for a polite rejection.Â
Satoru does it for you.Â
He was fast. You hadnât noticed him until he was putting himself right between you and your conversational partner.Â
Satoruâs smiling. It doesnât look friendly.Â
âHey man,â Satoru casually says, âthe fuck are you doing?âÂ
He can read between the lines, something youâre grateful for. Within seconds, the stranger is hurrying off. Lucky, you think to yourself, watching his back disappear into the crowd. Satoru lets him go so easily.Â
Unlike you.Â
He turns on you almost immediately. You want to sink into the wall.Â
âWeâre going.â He finally says.Â
You pliantly nod, letting him lead you out the seedy club. Only when you get to his car do you realize he meant just you and him.Â
âWhat aboutââ You cut yourself off when you see his eyes.Â
Dark. They no longer resemble the color of cloudless skies. Now, theyâre more like thunder and rain.Â
Youâve never seen him more furious than the entire time youâve known him.Â
You remain silent as you slip into the passenger seat, tucking yourself into the seatbelt. Satoru starts the car with a distinct rumble. The locks click into place.Â
Youâve always known Gojo to be an erratic driver. Tonight feels even worse. His knuckles are white from how hard heâs squeezing the steering wheel. The car keeps speeding up and up, careening past the speed limit. You can hear your heartbeat thudding in your chest.Â
And Satoru?Â
Satoru looks like heâs about to murder someone.Â
âWho was that?â His voice is cold, devoid of all the playfulness he had earlier tonight.Â
âI donâtââÂ
âWho the fuck was he?â He demands.Â
You flinch, and your hands curl into fists to keep them from shaking too much. You canât do anything but stare into the window, watching the night sky dwindle past with all the other cars on the highway.Â
âI didnât know him.â You weakly tried to defend, even if you didnât know why. Your instinct was to placate. âHe just came up to me, and we started to talk.âÂ
He laughs. Itâs dry, bitter, and sardonic.Â
âOkay.â He tells you, turning the wheel so sharply that you press further into the door. âI let you outtaâ my sight for two seconds, and youâre letting some fucker feel you up?âÂ
âIââÂ
âWhatâd you two talk about?â He demands. âDid he ask if he could touch your pussy? If he did, you wouldâve let him, right? I mean, you were practically throwing yourself at him like a slut, so maybe the guy thought he had a chance.âÂ
It hurts to breathe. Something stings in your eyes as your vision blurs.Â
No one has ever said such horrible things to you before.Â
âNothing like that happened.â You insist. Why was he doing this? Why was he acting like this? âPlease justââÂ
âShut up.â He snaps back. âWhat, you seriously thought anyone would fall for the shit you pull? You think he actually cared for you? Donât make me laugh. He only wanted your tits and holes.âÂ
The words Satoru barks out are mean and vulgar. Your body freely shakes, you press yourself further up against the door, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. Satoruâs voice only softens when your hiccups and sobs fill the car.Â
âBaby, no, IâI didnât mean that shit.â His voice is oddly strained. You feel fingers brush against your neck, but you only shift away.Â
You didnât want to be in that club. You didnât want to talk to that man. You didnât want to get into Satoruâs car. You just wanted to go home.Â
The car slows to a stop right in an abandoned parking lot. Satoru kills the engine, letting the car hum into silence. Whatever happens, you think it will happen now. At this very moment. You prepare yourself for the worst, squeezing your eyes shut.
But itâs even worse.Â
Thereâs a hiss of a zipper. Your eyes open just in time to see Satoru pull out his dripping cock.Â
Heâs already hard. His cock curves up, almost touching the steering wheel as he wraps his fingers around the base. The tip is painfully swollen as beads of pre-cum leak down his cock. Veins bulge against his skin as he frantically pushes his hand up and down.Â
Your fear melts straight into horror as you stare at him. Heâs staring right at you, desperately pumping his cock with his hand. The worst part is his eyesâwide, blown out like heâs high. He looks right at you like he wants to eat you alive.Â
Youâre immediately reaching for the handle. No matter how much you tug, the car wonât open. Youâre trapped there, forced to watch as your roommate jerks himself off in front of you because your crying turned him on.Â
Your sobs quieten. All you can hear in the car is his moans and the words he mouths, your name over and over again.
You think the worst part is that he still tries to talk to you, to comfort you.Â
âYouâre okayâyouâre okay, baby.â Heâs spitting the words out through his teeth as his hand throttles his pulsing dick. âLemmeâlemmeâcanât help mâselfâjustââ,Â
You flinch when he comes. His cock spurts white cum all over his hands.Â
Youâre fully silent. The only thing you can hear is his heavy breathing as he cleans up.Â
You think heâs about to reach for you. His fingers never make contact.Â
You stare out the window. Everythingâs dark. Nobody was around. No one was around to see you. To hear you.Â
Even if someone was aroundâŠwhat could you say?Â
âCan we go home, please?âÂ
Thereâs a sharp inhale.
âSure.â The affection in his tone makes you nauseous.Â
You close your eyes.
âAnything for you, pretty girl.âÂ
â
Ten minutes later, youâre still twiddling your fingers in the waiting room.Â
Getting this appointment had been excruciatingly difficult. Constant last-minute cancellations. Reschedules. It felt like they were trying to deter you from entering the housing office.Â
They promised you this was a temporary arrangement. You were only supposed to be at Satoruâs place for a month, maybe even less. But then one month turned to two. Two months turned to three. You donât think youâd last another day in that apartment.Â
He was getting worse each day. It was only a matter of them until heâ
A man steps into the lounge. Heâs tall and lanky, carrying a smile that screams dismissive. You perk up as he squints at you. When he calls your name, you immediately rise, following him into the back of his office.Â
Itâs stuffy. There are papers everywhere. You squish into a chair just before he starts talking.Â
Itâs the usual stuff. You spell out your name, and he pulls up your housing account. He squints at the computer.Â
âYou said this was a temporary assignment?â He asks.Â
You eagerly nod, straightening your posture.Â
âYes,â you say. âMy roommate wasnât supposed to have another one, but there was a mix-up andââ
âNo.â He taps on the screen. âYou said it was temporary, but here it says itâs permanent.âÂ
You swallow.Â
âWhat?âÂ
He messes around with his mouse for a bit. Your hands feel strangely clammy.Â
âAh, here it is.â He cleared his throat. âIt says you came in a month ago wanting to make the change. I see your and your roommates' signatures. You must have come here a while ago.âÂ
You struggle to find the words.Â
âI donâtââÂ
âIn any case, itâs too late to change anything now. The deadline for reassignment passed weeks ago.â He gives you a sympathetic look that strangely cuts deep into your skin.Â
âAre you and your roommate having issues?â
You think about the truth.Â
âNo,â you hear yourself say. âEverything is fine.âÂ
You donât remember much after that. You think you were polite as you stood up. You think you shook his hand. You think you walked out of his stuffy office and out of that stifling building. Everything is a blur until you step into the sunlight, feeling it beat down your face.Â
You donât want to go back to the apartment. You still feel too raw, too fresh.Â
You donât have any classes left for today. You canât hide out on campus. Satoru will find you. He always finds you. Maybe you should stay at a friendâs place and recuperate.Â
Right, you donât have any friends. Satoru made sure of that.Â
Briefly, you think about going to the police. Could you maybe use them as a buffer somehow? At the very least, it might scare him from taking this any further.Â
But then you glance over at the campus buildings. The name Gojo flashes brightly in the sun.Â
You arenât stupid. You may not know his family all that well, but you know the influence of his background. There is a reason his campus apartment is thrice the size of everyone elseâs. There is a reason he wasnât supposed to have a roommate in the first place.Â
He is everything. He has everything.Â
You are nothing. You have nothing.Â
When you arrive at the apartment ten minutes later, Satoru is already lounging on the couch.Â
He excitedly waves you over. When you get inside striking range, he reaches out, pulling you onto the cushions. You pretend not to notice the way he breathes in your scent as you settle on the sofa. An arm wraps around your body, pushing you into his side.Â
âWhere were you, roomie?â Satoru whines. âDidnât class end an hour ago?â It would be a harmless question if his grip werenât so tight. You wonât be surprised if you find a bruise there in a day or two.Â
Something plays on the TV. Neither of you pays attention.Â
âSorry.â Itâs all you can muster to say.Â
He seems satisfied with your answerâthe submission of it. You find yourself counting down the clock. Seven minutes go by before you speak up again.Â
âSatoru?â You ask.
Thereâs a distant hum of an answer.Â
âDid you tell Housing I was staying?âÂ
For the longest while, Satoru does not speak. Then, he relaxes. He groans, easily delving into your space. A hand rests on your thigh.Â
âOh, that.â Thereâs a yawn. âYeah, I just went ahead and told them you didnât need to move out. We were getting along so well, âmakes no sense why youâd get a different apartment, right? Sounds like a hassle moving halfway through the semester.âÂ
Then he shifts. You can feel him stare right down at you.Â
âUnless you have a problem with that?âÂ
He doesnât even bother to hide it. Pure excitement.Â
Was there ever a possibility you couldâve come out unscathed had you just stood up to him earlier? Maybe you shouldâve been a bit less timid when speaking to him about his music. Maybe you shouldâve commented on his lack of clothing around the house.Â
Or maybe it was always going to end up this way.Â
âNo.â You tell him, staring straight at the TV. âI donât have a problem with that.âÂ
A couple of days later, another pair of panties goes missing.Â
Unlike last time, you donât bother looking for it.Â
â
You always locked your door at night, but looking back, it was stupid to assume Satoru didnât have a spare key.Â
This is his apartment, after all.Â
The lock gives with barely a click. Youâre already wide awake, body rigid, tucked underneath the covers as hallway light bleeds into the room. Youâre facing the textured wall, watching as his shadow drifts into your bedroom. The door shuts in a way that sounds final. Itâs dark again.Â
Heâs quiet. You can barely hear the sounds of his breath. Thereâs a footstep. Then, another. Eventually, heâs right behind you.Â
You donât know what he was doing. Youâre too scared to turn and check. Naively, you think if you pretend to be asleep, heâll leave.Â
One minute.Â
Two minutes. Heâs so still, for a moment, you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.Â
The edge of your blankets lifts. Your bed creaks under his weight. His chest presses against your back. Warm hands grasp your shoulders.Â
Heâll leave eventually. If you pretend to be asleep, heâll leave.Â
You squeeze your eyes shut when his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He inhales.Â
âYouâre not gonna stop me, are you?â His voice makes your shoulders tense. You can practically hear his smile.Â
His fingers manage to slip under your shirt. You can barely hold in your gasp when he grabs a handful of your tits. He doesnât even bother to be gentle, squeezing and pulling until youâre practically whining.Â
âCâmon.â Satoru coos into your ear. Thereâs a kiss on your neck. âSay it. Tell me no.âÂ
He nibbles the skin right on your jawline. His hair tickles your cheek.Â
Your hands reach out to grab his own. You squeeze, digging your nails into his skin.Â
âPlease stop.âÂ
He laughsâthe kind of laugh youâd give to a toddler if they misbehave. It feels so mean.Â
âYouâre so cute.â Another kiss right at your ear.
âStop.â You repeat. His hands donât budge, not even when you start to draw blood. âLet go. Donâtâdonât touch meââÂ
He flips you right on your back. From the streetlights peaking through the blinds, you can see his face. The widest smile is stretched over his pretty lips. It looks almost manic.Â
Your eyes sting.Â
âCan I kiss you?â He asks. Itâs almost cruel how soft his voice is.Â
You shake your head. His teeth gleam.Â
âPlease?â He leans closer. âJust one kiss?âÂ
Itâs heartbreaking how sweet the kiss is. Soft, barely touching as he melds his lips with yours. He keeps a hand on your chin, holding you in place before the greed takes over and he ravages you.Â
By the time he pulls away, your lips are bitten and bruised.
He sinks lower, face dipping into the skin of your neck as he makes himself home there. Itâs laughingly pathetic how weak you were compared to himâhow little you fare when he pulls off your shirt, then your shorts. Soon, his clothes join yours, leaving a small puddle of cloth at the foot of your bed.Â
He pulls away from your body, looking over the whole of you.Â
âOh, baby.â His eyes are blown out like heâs high. âIâŠI just wanna do everything to you.âÂ
You canât hold back the tears anymore. They drip down your face, sculpting your cheeks. He coos, sinking lower to pepper your face in kisses.Â
âIâm sorry, baby.â The excitement in his voice betrays him. âDonât cry. I wonât do anything bad, I promise.âÂ
Liar, you want to call him, but you donât. You canât. Your throat traps your voice as his fingers delve underneath your panties.Â
Thereâs no tact as he presses into you, immediately filling you up with his finger. Your pussy can barely fit one of him, almost choking when he slips in another. Thereâs no rhythm, no grace for how fragile you are as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper.Â
You can barely muffle your cries as he hits a spot deep inside you.Â
âSee?â he asks, toying with your clit. âNot bad things, right?âÂ
You donât answer, barely able to keep the noises in check as he abruptly pulls out of you. His fingers are shiny from your pussy juices. He crudely wipes his fingers on your tits.Â
Youâve seen his cock before, but it looks even bigger from this angle. It slaps against your inner thighs as he finishes yanking off your drenched panties. The mushroom-tipped head brushes against your slit. He tosses one of your legs over his shoulder, opening your hole just enough to get his cock in the perfect position.Â
The fight comes in too late. You think youâre reaching up to claw at his face, those pretty blue eyes.Â
It dies as he bottoms out inside your pussy in one thrust.Â
He doesnât wait for you to settle down; heâs not kind enough for that. As soon as his cock sits as deep as it can into your pussy, heâs immediately moving. Your abused cunt immediately tightens around his cock, almost like youâre trying to suck him back in.Â
You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel Satoru collapse on top of you. His head drops into the crook of your neck. You can hear his ragged breaths as he fucks himself deeper and deeper into you.Â
ââneed you to relax for me, baby.â He hisses like itâs your fault he canât control himself. âCanâcan barely fit into this cunt.âÂ
To emphasize his words, he reaches down. Thereâs a soft slap right on your clit. You yelp. He soothes you with gentle circles with his thumb.Â
âSatoru,â you can barely get out from the pressure, âplease just stopââ Another smack on your pussy. Harder.Â
âCanât stop.â His breaths are ragged, and his hips shift so he can plow into you at a different angle. âCanât ever stop. Not when I know how good you feel.âÂ
Thereâs a rasp of a laugh as your own noises get louder and louder. Your back arches. Something hot writhes in your belly the more the fucks you. Heâs gripping your waist so harshly that you know theyâll leave bruises.Â
Itâll pair well with the clawmarks you leave on his back as you arch further into his raw cock.Â
Thereâs a sharp hiss before heâs kissing you again. Thereâs a harsh thrust that makes you moan directly into his mouth. He reluctantly pulls away, licking the taste of you out of his mouth.Â
âIâm so glad I found you.â He tells you, continuing to ram into your pussy.Â
âCanât even imagine howâhow someone else would react to you just givinâ yourself to âem. Fuck, even thinkinâ about it makes me wanna kill someone.âÂ
Distantly, you think about all the times you couldâve stopped him. You think about what you couldâve done differently to never cross paths with a man like Gojo Satoru.Â
âYouâre all for me.â He sighs, leaning close so heâs whispering right in your ear.Â
He wants you to hear this right before he makes you cum all over his cock.Â
âItâs all youâll ever be.âÂ
You're writhing against his cock as he forces you through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your pussy clenches hard around him, milking him for all heâs worth as your climax is reluctantly dragged out of your exhausted body.Â
Thereâs a grunt, then a sigh as something fills you to the brim. His cock pumps his cum steadily into you. Thereâs so much your poor pussy canât keep it all inside. It leaks crudely from your hole.Â
He stays like that for a minute, breathing you in as you start to come down from your high. Then, Satoru flops to your side, gathering up in your arms. Youâre forced to lie against his chest, listening to his quickening heartbeat.Â
The anger comes too late to do anything about.Â
âI hate you.â You hiss as he continues to cuddle you. âI hate you, I hate youâyou sick, twistedââ
âAw, you donât gottaâ pretend to be mean with me, pretty girl.â Satoru coos, snuggling into your exhausted figure. You can feel the hard shape of his cock press right against your thigh.Â
God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.
actually pains me to see soo little ren fics here on tumblr, is the 14 days fandom dying đ I finished everything and by I mean everything EVERYTHINGG