Welcome to Melancholy Hell

Jet black locks that hung to his shoulders, inked tattoos peeking out from beneath his black t-shirt, bags under his eyes as dark as his gaze itself, and his perfect lips were curled in a small smirk — at you.

Choso Kamo was absolutely your type — except for the fact he was your best friend’s older brother. That little problem still niggled into the forefront of your mind, even as you saw him lick his lips out of the corner of your eye, the rounded metal piercing on his tongue glinting in the fluorescent lights of the basement. Your eyes drew back to the TV screen where Yuji was badly losing a fighting game online, toying with your phone in your hands. 

“Yo bro, are you headed back to school tonight?” Choso went to a college couple hours away — his break nearly over now — while you and Yuji went to a nearby university, two years behind Choso. 

“Yeah, I’m going to make the drive tonight, probably get there before midnight or just after,” he sighs, raking his painted fingernails through his hair, “when do you two head back?” 

“Next week,” you replied, watching Yuji fall into sudden death in his match, “Yuji promised to help me move this time, and not blow me off to help his boyfriend move this time,” 

“Fushiguro isn’t my boyfriend,” he snaps, and the other player takes him out, Yuji glares at you, knuckles white against the controller, “look what you did,” he grumbles, tossing the controller onto the table, clattering against the wooden surface. 

“Careful, you break another controller, and your dad will kill you,” you smirk, “if you weren’t so sensitive about Fushiguro, you wouldn’t have lost!” 

His cheeks are stained an incriminating red, as he gets up and stalks off, muttering something about getting a soda from upstairs, and he’s gone in a flash, as you chuckle, far too pleased with your work — a little more prodding, and maybe you’d win that bet with Nobara about Yuji and Megumi getting together on the first day back. 

“So, is that Fushiguro kid good enough for him?” Choso’s voice snaps you from your thoughts, as Choso raises an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips. 

“Who’s really good enough for Yuji?” But you add, “but Fushiguro’s a good guy. He’d be a good match for Yuji,” 

“And what about you?” 

You tilt your head, your heart stutters in your chest, “What about me?” 

“Who’d be a good match for you?” And you bite your bottom lip — you can’t be honest can you? How could you? Yuji had no idea how you felt and if he did, he may be horrified at the thought of you dating his older brother. But what if he wasn’t? And what if — your eyes meeting his own — you didn’t care? 

But you don’t get to reply as Yuji comes bounding back down the stairs, bad mood already dissipated in the short few minutes he was gone, as he tosses you your favorite drink and does the same with his brother, “what I’d miss?” 

You rolled around in bed, tossing from side to side — until you sighed again, resting on your stomach. You were so stupid. You had all day with Choso, all day to say something — to steer the conversation back to what you were talking about before. But no, you couldn’t. The three of you had dinner together, and you watched Choso leave, bags in hand, as you did the last two years. 

He and Yuji clap hands together, as he ruffles his little brother’s hair as always, “Don’t do anything stupid okay? Visit your dad as much as you can. And let me know if you want to visit,” and his eyes find yours, “the both of you,” 

And his palm comes to ruffle your hair as usual, leaning far too close for your heart’s sake, 

“Be good ok?” And god, you have to force yourself not to shiver, as you nod, “Yuji, let her sleep in my room. She shouldn’t be forced to sleep on your couch again.”

“I always tell her to take my bed but she always says no—“ 

“That’s because your mattress sucks—“ 

“Well mine doesn’t,” Choso cuts in, and fuck, why does that make you press your thighs together discreetly, “So just sleep in there, ok?” 

And now that’s where you find yourself, in Choso’s bed, in the room that Yuji’s dad had set up for him to use — it was relatively neat, a guitar left in the corner that he often used when he was here to practice — the one he had been sleeping in for the last month, the bedroom you’d pass each night and wish you had the courage to knock on his door, let the door swing open as you leaned close to him, fingers resting on his shoulder, breath warming your lips before you finally—

This wasn’t helping, you groaned into his pillow, and neither was the fact that this entire bed smelled like him — like musk and spice and something that’s so distinctly him. So distinctly him that you can’t ignore the ache between your legs, as your traitorous mind summoned images of him lying shirtless in bed — you knew from how his t-shirt would ride up that his body was far more toned than he looked and from when his chest pressed against your back when he reached for a plate from the table. 

Fuck. You buried your face into the pillow again, you would be lucky to sleep an hour, much less a full night. But finally, you do drift off into Hypnos’s realm, however brief it is. 

Until you’re awoken by rustling, you turn on the bed, consciousness stirring, as you hear the sounds of shifting again and your eyes blink open only to see a shirtless Choso standing in front of you. 

You nearly pinch yourself to ensure your sinful thoughts before bed hadn’t betrayed you (and you do discreetly, as you stare at each other), “Choso?” You ask, voice thick with sleep, despite your body being far too awake for its own good, as your eyes finally dart away from the expansive view that is his bare chest, “what are you—“ 

“The roads got bad while I was driving back, it’s raining really hard — I got drenched even just heading from the car to the house,” he pulls on a shirt, “sorry I just came to grab a shirt—“ 

“Do you wanna sleep in your bed?” You move to get up, but he shakes his head, his hand finding your head again, as he ruffles your hair, “I can sleep in Yuji’s room — it’s fine,” 

His lips quirk, “No, it’s okay — I’ll take the couch in his room, it’s not a problem,” 

There was a problem — Yuji had locked his door before bed — the idiot. And once he was asleep, he slept like the dead — and the only way to wake him was the scream your throat raw, or a necromancy blood  ritual — whichever was simpler. 

“You can take your bed, I can sleep on the floor,” you chew your lip as you watch him set up a sheet and blanket on the floor of his room, “Choso—“ 

“I’m not going to have you sleep on the floor,” he raises an eyebrow, as he lays back, “just go back to bed, I’m sorry I woke you,” 

You shake your head, “you’re fine,” and you glance at the bed — there was enough space for both of you, wasn’t there? “we could share the bed—“

“No,” 

“It would be fine—“ and he seems unconvinced, his dark eyes finding yours again, cutting off your train of thought, “what?” 

“Do you always insist on sharing a bed with a guy?” And your cheeks burn, eyes unable to meet his as you glance at your phone, “you should be more careful,” 

“I trust you, and Yuji,” you add, chewing your bottom lip — you were veering into dangerous territory,  “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else,” 

“Really?” 

“Really,” and he reaches up, you think to ruffle your hair again, but instead his fingers brush his cheek, long fingers trailing the length of your cheekbone, “Choso—“ 

“Go to sleep, we can talk in the morning,” and his fingers fall away as quickly as they come, as he turns away, his black locks fanned out on his pillow, “good night,” 

“Night,” you murmur, as your eyes rest on his back — how was he so close yet so far? You barely remember a time he wasn’t there — he had found Yuji when he was in middle school — right after his grandfather had passed away. You were by Yuji’s side, holding his hand, when Choso tapped on his brother’s shoulder. And it wasn’t love at first sight — you were overprotective of Yuji, but Choso took his time to gain your trust with actions — until he had gained a lot more than just your trust — he had gained your heart along with it. 

And even now, those adolescent feelings still lingered, and he remained just barely out of reach. Close enough to touch, but not enough to breach. 

You close your eyes finally, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. 

You barely drift off when you hear the sounds of soft cries and even a whimper — your mind is pulled from the arms of sleep into reality, eyes fluttering open to only find the darkness of night, the barest glimmer of moonlight let in by the cracks of the curtains, and you see him. 

Choso. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, fingers clutching at his blanket — his knuckles nearly white, his brow formed valleys seemingly as deep as his fear. His breath left his lips in short pants, and you’re climbing off the bed before you can think. 

Yuji had told you Choso hadn’t had the best upbringing. You didn’t know much, but you had known Choso had grown up taking care of his other siblings, left to be a father instead of an older brother. And his father…had abused all of them when he had bothered to be around — Choso taking the worst of it. 

You’re at side, but you don’t know what to do — your fingers shake as you reach to touch him, but you don’t know if that will only scare him more, “Choso, you’re safe,” you said softly, “I’m going to touch you okay? You’re safe, you’re okay — come here, I’ll keep you safe,” and your fingers graze lightly against his brow, smoothing it’s ceases before running your fingers through his hair, “no one can hurt you,” and your other hand eases his fingers from his blanket, intertwining your fingers, “you’re okay,” 

And his body slowly grows more limp, the tension ebbing away with each second, as his breathing slowed, your name leaving his lips, “I-I’m sorry,” you shush him gently, “I—“

“Come onto the bed,” you murmur, and he’s shaking his head, “Choso, it’s okay, it’ll be fine.” 

His eyes slowly flutter open, but instead of fear, you only find sadness, “But what if…I hurt you somehow?” His voice is soft, and you almost chuckle at the thought of him hurting you. 

“You could never hurt me, I know you, Choso,” you tug him by his hand lightly, “come on, please?” 

You get onto the bed first, and he slowly follows, the bed dipping with his weight beside you. Your heart squeezes at the warmth of his body being so close, your fingers hesitantly reaching for him, and his arm slowly wraps around your middle, giving you enough time and space for you to move away (you don’t),  “Thank you,” he murmurs, and your lips curl in a soft smile. 

“Of course,” you say, and you inch even closer, as his breaths slow and warm your skin, and your eyes finally flutter shut too. And as you slip back into sleep — you wonder if you’ll truly wake to only realize this was a dream. 

Choso had watched you and Yuji grow up — well, he was still growing up too — it felt as if he had aged so much faster the way he grew up. When he found out about Yuji from his deadbeat father, Choso went looking for him — only to find him with a death announcement — Yuji’s grandfather’s. Choso knew what it was like to lose family — the wounds never would heal, it was a poison that seeped into every crevice of your body, and hung on your bones like weights. But even so, Choso didn’t know Yuji — and he didn’t know how he’d react to a random person showing up to his grandfather’s funeral. 

But he did anyway — and he was so glad he did, because he not only found his brother, but he found you too. 

You — Yuji’s best friend, and who he thought his little brother would eventually date, even despite his protests that the two of you were just friends. You, who had encouraged Yuji to spend time with him, while guarding him as you did, eyes sharp and evaluating around his presence. But that eased with time — and with time, you both had grown up. 

You had grown up to be even more beautiful than he thought was possible. And it wasn’t just your appearance — that had shedded the second skin of insecurity and awkwardness that came with adolescence — but it was everything. Even more than before, you radiate warmth, the same kind of warmth his brother did, but instead of a blinding sun, you were soft light that enveloped those you wished to.  

And this past month had been an exercise of self control if not torture. Seeing you in the mornings, hair askew as you emerged before Yuji did, a soft smile that he only could hope was reserved for him. Voice thick with sleep as you told him ‘good morning,’ and it was — every time he got to wake to the sight of you. 

This morning was no exception, but only cemented that fact.  

Although, now that he was waking up beside you, maybe he was wrong, maybe you were blinding — because you blinded from seeing every ounce of logic he thought he had. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, your soft breaths tickling his skin, as his fingers tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. 

How were you so beautiful? The back of his finger traced the slope of your jaw, no one should be allowed to be this ethereal — especially while they slept. Your feet stuck out of the blanket, and he fixed it, making sure you were warm enough, but he only succeeded in making you stir. 

He froze as you only nuzzled into him further, your fingers grasping at the front of his shirt, while your legs further entangled with his, your waist, pressed right against his and…a particular problem presented itself. 

Fuck. 

He needed to leave the bed, but how would he without waking you? He carefully slipped his arm away from you, trying his best to detangle your legs from his own. But only for your eyes to flutter open anyway — his breath catching as your half asleep gaze meets his, your lips curling into a soft smile. 

“Morning,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep, and god, he hopes you can’t hear or feel how his heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice. You don’t seem the slightest bit concerned at the proximity, your eyes opening and shutting still, “are you okay?” 

“I am, thanks to you,” he murmurs, his cheeks warming at the sight of your sleepy smile, as you rubbed your eyes, “did you sleep okay?” 

“I did, I think I slept the best I had in weeks,” you admit, as you blink away sleep, and really look at him — only to find him staring, “what?” 

“You’re just…really beautiful,” and he delights in your eyes darting away from his shyly, and his fingers brush against your chin, guiding your gaze back to his, “you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” 

And he feels your breath catch — and he wonders if he’s crossed a line, if he should back off, if he had rung a bell that should have never been touched — but your fingers curl around his, lips parted, “Then why don’t you show me?” 

He swallows thickly, as he draws closer, thumb rubbing the length of your cheek, and you let him — putty in his hands, “Can I kiss you?” And you nod wordlessly, and he doesn’t wait any longer, his lips brush yours. 

It’s chaste, barely a kiss at all, lips parting far too soon, but he can’t help but hesitate, he wants this to be right, he never would want to hurt you — never wanted to even approach that line, much less toe it. But by the way your fingers threaded in his long locks, finding purchase on the back of his neck to only kiss him — he figures he’s fine. 

But fuck, you’re more than just fine. You’re everything, everything to him. 

Your lips glide against his so utterly softly, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips, and you part them for him with ease. He swallows your moan eagerly as he tastes you, as your fingers tug at his shirt, urging him on top, as you roll onto your back for him. 

“But—we shouldn’t—” he bites his lip, “Yuji—” 

“Who the fuck cares about Yuji right now?” and you’re climbing on top of him this time, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly over his morning wood, as a gasp escaped his lips, “you’re a lot more honest down south, Choso,” you tug your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor, his eyes widen, raking over your exposed skin, gasping when you lightly grind down on his already tenting erection, “Yuji doesn’t need to know, as long as we’re quiet,” and you lean down to kiss him. 

All sense leaves his mind — right as your lips find his again, and your hands slip under his shirt, the sounds of your kisses ring in his ear, your lips quirking up when your teeth graze against his bottom lip and he groans. 

Your fingers pull at the hem of his shirt, and he leans up, helping you toss it onto the ground to join your shirt, “I thought you liked Yuji,” he murmurs, “I never thought you would—“ 

“Yuji is my friend — my best friend. The only thing we’ve ever come close to sharing is a kiss when we were kids because of a dare, and even then, I had pushed him away,” and you smile that same way that had stolen his breath time and time again, “but I’d never dream of pushing you away, Cho—“ 

And he’s flipped you under him, your back pressed against the mattress, your breath caught in your throat, as his lidded gaze finds yours, “Even if I make you scream?” His fingers trace down your cheek, the length of your jaw, across your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, “you won’t mind letting Yuji hear you then? Hear how good I make you feel?” He murmurs, and you whimper as his fingertips breach the edge of your bra, teasing the perked peaks underneath, “won’t push me away when I push into you?” 

“Choso,” you gasp, as his fingers roll your nipples between his fingers, “fuck—“ 

“You have such a filthy mouth for someone so innocent,” he murmurs, voice gliding over your body like velvet, “have to put your mouth to good use, won’t I, baby?” And his fingers glide down your stomach now, teasing the waistband of your shorts, “you like it when I talk like this? I wonder how much,” he hums, his eyes finding yours, looking for confirmation as his fingers drag down gen elastic of your shorts, and sees the wet patch of your slick, “been waiting for this as much as I’ve been, baby?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine, and he’s teasing your hardened clit through the wet fabric, “been waiting so long, Cho, please—“ 

“You were so bold before,” and his lithe fingers are tugging your underwear aside as his fingers circle the outside of your cunt, “does it only take a few touches to have you so pliant under me?” 

You pout, and it’s so unfair how adorable you look — god, it was always so unfair how cute you looked — “Please, don’t tease me,” 

“How can I not when I waited for this for so long?” he kisses the length of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your body, his knees pressing your thighs apart, as his thumb presses teasingly against your clit, “tell me, how long have you waited?” 

“Choso—” you whine, but it falls on deaf ears, even as your hips try to grind against his touch, he’s pressing your hips back down, “I-I don’t know,” but he knows from the way from your forearm covers your face out of embarrassment that you do. 

“I know you do, sweetheart,” and he’s easing your arm from your face, thumb dragging down your kiss bitten lips, “don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, “you’re too pretty to hide,” 

“Please, just touch—“ and a gasp parts your lips again, back of your head pressing into the pillow as a single digit works it’s way inside your fluttering walls, the wet squelch of your walls against his finger nearly enough to make him cum in his boxers there and then, “Cho, so good,” and god, he’s reaching a hand into his boxers to palm at his aching erection. 

“So fucking wet f’me, baby, just for me, right?” and you’re nodding wordlessly, his finger was so much longer and thicker than your own, “can’t wait to sink inside you, baby,” and he’s adding another finger, slowly working you open, toying and teasing you until the moans he’d dreamed of spill from your lips again and again. His palm grasps desperately at his weeping erection, imagining your smaller fingers around his cock, 

“Choso, s’close, can’t—” a soft groan leaves your lips. 

“Cum around my fingers, pretty, fall apart for me,” he grunts, and his thumb bares down on your clit, and you’re tipping over the edge, as your mouth falls open, back arching as you cum hard, pleasure ripping up your body, as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. Your eyes flutter open slowly, as he pulls his fingers from you slowly, your slick clinging to his fingers. You watch him as he presses his fingers into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean of your cum, “best thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” and he’s leaning to press a kiss to your lips, swallowing your moans with ease, as he lets you taste yourself on his tongue. 

And you’re rolling him over onto his back, as his dark gaze finds yours, as you kiss your way down his body, until you settle between his thighs, “My turn to taste you,” you look up with half lidded eyes and curled lips — and his cock twitches even before you even lay a finger on him.  Your fingers tug down at the elastic of his waistband of his shorts and pull them down with ease, eyes glazing over as you stared at his bulge, tip weeping against his boxers, a large wet patch that your fingers brushed against. 

“I wasn’t the only one who was eager, Choso,” your fingers graze his tip, teasing his slit  through the damp fabric, drawing a hiss from his lips, “such a pretty noise,” you press your thighs together, “wonder what other noises I can pull from these lips,” 

“Pretty, fuck—“ he grunts as you tug his boxers down finally, his cock slapping against his stomach, as your eyes seemingly dilate at the sight of him. 

“You’re the pretty one, pretty boy,” his cock was lovely flushed red, pearly bead of pre-cum dripping from his slit — and god, he’s really sensitive, keening as your fingers wrap lightly around his tip, smearing his pre down his length, “now, who’s gonna be the one to wake Yuji? Gonna let your brother how good it feels have his best friend touch you?” And his cock twitches at the thought, and you don’t miss it, as your fingers begin to slide down to his base, “oh, you want him to hear us? Want him to hear me suck you off too?” And your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip, his hips jerking, as the tip of your tongue traced his weeping slit. 

A whine leaves his throat, as your mouth envelops him now, fingers touching what your mouth couldn’t take, your tongue running along his veins. 

God, you’re a fucking vision, he nearly blows his load in your mouth as his eyes flutter open to watch you — head bobbing and sucking at his cock, a mix of his precum and your spit dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. His fingers thread in your hair, as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth. 

And he’s easing you off, your lips removed with a pop, a string of your saliva and his pre connecting you to his aching erection. 

“Such a good girl,” he’s pressing his thumb on your tongue, letting you swallow his precum, “fuck, baby, please, I need you,” 

And he’s got you under him again, your legs folded and pressed against your chest, long fingers pressing into his soft flesh,  “Choso, fuck me, I need—“ your words cut off as you moan as he drags his cock against your fluttering cunt, your thighs quiver and shake from anticipation, “ngh— ah, stop teasing me,” 

“You’ve been teasing me for so long, baby, can I have two minutes?” His tip sinks into you, far too fucking slow, “wanna make this last, been dreaming about this for too long, wanna make you feel good—” now that he’s had a taste, he can’t go a moment without it, your skin the sweetest thing he ever had — he’s no better than a desert wanderer gulping water down for the first time — because now he can’t help but want you swallow you whole.  

You whimper, and he can’t hold back anymore at the sight of large tears pooling in your eyes, and he’s sinking into you, inch by inch — and god, your warmth is so much fucking better than he could have ever imagined. And he had, with guilt gnawing at him, as his fingers jerked his pulsing cock off, imagining that it was your pretty pussy he was cumming in, instead of his fist. 

You swallow him whole instead, your needy cunt pulling him deeper and deeper, until he finally bottoms out. “Princess cunt gonna make me cum before I even fuck you, baby,” he’s groaning, and your walls flutter around him, tugging him in even before he tries to pull out. 

“S’big, Choso — I’m so full, baby,” you’re moaning, fingers trying to find purchase on something, anything, but even so your legs are parting more for him, as he slowly starts to fuck you. 

The smacks of your skin meeting his echoes in his ears again and again, your hips rising to meet his thrusts, and he’s so fucking deep — you swear you can feel him in your stomach, tip surely brushing against your cervix. 

His grunts only make you wetter, as he pistons his hips desperately, murmuring sweet words in your ear about how perfect you were, how good you were taking him, and how he couldn’t wait to fill you up. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as large tears slip down your cheeks, that he thumbs away, finding your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss as he splits you open, “Cho, fuck, please I’m s’close,” 

“Cum for me, baby, cum all over my cock,” and his fingers are reaching down, rubbing circles over your clit just as his cock finds that spot that has your back arching and pleasure running up your spine. And you’re gone, squirting all over him, unable to even be embarrassed as he fucks you through your orgasm, his low groan at the fucking mess you’ve made of his sheets and his cock — ring of white forming around his base, as he fucks you through your orgasm, “g’nna cum, where—“ 

“Inside,” and that’s all it takes for him to fall over the edge with you, his cum painting your walls, spurting as his hips slowed as he fucked his release into you, slowly easing your wobbly legs down, groaning again as he pulls his softening dick from your messy cunt, watching your mixed releases spill from inside you. 

He’s rolling off of you, lying beside you, as he cuddles you, burying his face in the nape of your neck, pressing sweet kisses to your still burning skin, “Are you okay?” He murmurs, leaning back, as he runs his fingers through your hair. And his gaze is impossibly soft with concern only for you, “are you in any pain? Do you need—“ 

And you kiss him softly, still full of need, but just for his presence, for his touch, for him, all of him. 

“All I need is you right now, okay?” His cheeks grow even more flushed, eyes shying away, even after all the two of you had done. And as the afterglow ebbs away, your anxieties creep back in — was this just a one time thing? Did he really even like you? Or was this just a matter of circumstance? You were almost too afraid to ask but you were too afraid not to, “Choso—“ 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, cutting off your sentence, and he’s biting his lip, “sorry did I cut you off-“ and you kiss him again, smiling against his lips, as you pull away, eyes shining, “is that a yes?” 

You laugh, “What do you think?” And you kiss him again. And again, and then a thought occurs to you, “you don’t think Yuji heard us right?” 

And Choso considers it, checking his phone, “No, he would have been giving us shit about it by now,” and he smiles, “but like you said before, I really don’t want to talk about my brother right now,” and his lips find yours again, “we can worry about telling him later.” 

You both have a very late start by the end of this. But the next time someone asked you if Yuji was your boyfriend, at least you could say something else: 

You’d smile, and shake your head, showing off your lock screen of you and Choso, “No, my best friend’s brother is the one for me.” 

“You owe me 5,000 yen,” Yuji says over the phone, grinning, “I told you they would hook up by the end of the break,” 

Kugisaki whines on the other end of the phone, “Fuck, you rigged this, Itadori — I know you must have,” 

“It’s not my fault the roads were bad when he was going back to school,” although it was his fault that his brother couldn’t sleep in his room and had no choice but to sleep in his room — but Kugisaki didn’t need to know that, “at least you didn’t have to hear them all morning,” 

She laughs, “Oh please, it’s not like I haven't walked in on you and Fushiguro making out, what twice now?” 

Yuji’s cheeks flush, “Shut up! And don’t tell anyone about that. She won’t ever let me hear the end of it, and Choso — you know what he did to my ex girlfriend, he practically interrogated her,” he really didn’t want to subject Megumi to that — not yet at least. 

“Yeah, yeah, then you better treat me to lunch when we’re back on campus,” and he opens his mouth to reply, “or I might just let it slip to your bestie that you actually don’t have classes on Tuesday and that’s the day you’re gonna spend at Fushiguro’s place,” 

“…Nowhere too expensive, okay?” 

“You don’t get to make demands in this situation.” 

✧ a/n: my itafushi heart popped off sorry hahah. this was a fun concept and i hope you guys enjoyed it!! thank god this one wasn't as long as my last celebration fic :). i was able to finish it in like two days, rather than like a week lmao. i will be doing my original concept for the celebration fic -- it's just taking a different form :) and didn't quite fit these prompts / request like i wanted it to. also yes the title is from that victorious song lmao.

The two of you stood in stony silence, as you would likely remain throughout this little adventure and all through the flight home. You weren’t even sure you’d talk to him when you arrived back in your home country, likely opting to toss all of his shit out of your house and change the locks. Fuck him.

You could feel your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, bristling beside you, desperate to say something. You wondered what line of argument he’d take this time - that he was so sorry and it was a mistake, or if he’d go back to blaming you for not giving him enough attention. 

But before he could say anything your guide appeared. He was massive, with soft pink hair slicked back with water, piercing red eyes, and a body that looked like it had been crafted by the gods themselves - sharp black tattoos running down his face and all over his muscles. 

You found yourself double checking that your mouth wasn’t agape, doing your best not to openly admire him. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black swimming trunks and as he noticed you checking him out he shot you a charming smirk. 

That smile had you blushing, gaze darting down to the floor. You weren’t sure why you felt so guilty for thinking he was hot - it wasn’t like you were in a relationship anymore. 

“Canyoning right?” The guide asked, as he looked at you both, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than your ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah. About that.” Your ex cut in. He looked tiny compared to the guide. “Is there any way we can get a refund? We’re not really feeling it.” 

The guide shrugged. “If you’re not feeling it you can leave, but we don’t give refunds.” His red eyes narrowed, gaze darting between the two of you, evidently sensing the tension. 

“No, it's fine, I wanna do it.” You said sweetly and your gaze swept over the guide. If your boyfriend could fuck some waitress you could certainly get your own back and flirt a bit with this guy. He was definitely hot enough. 

“That’s the spirit.” He said with a grin, ignoring the way your ex glowered at him, keeping his red eyes fixed on you. “What’s your name, angel?” 

You gave it to him, feeling your stomach flip over as he shook your hand. His hand was so much bigger than yours, calloused skin pressing against your soft palm, practically engulfing your hand in his. 

“Sukuna.” He said casually, the deep tone of his voice making you shiver. Your ex seemed to take notice of your flustered state, scoffing a little.

“No. We’re leaving.” He said firmly, sizing Sukuna up for a moment. 

“You can leave if you want. I’m going canyoning.” You spat back at your ex. You were sure that you’d have a much more pleasant time without him anyway. 

However, your ex seemed to be under the impression that you weren’t yet broken up, and was clearly threatened by Sukuna’s presence, so with an eye roll he agreed to tag along - obviously deciding that was a better option than leaving you alone with this very attractive man. 

So the two of you piled into Sukuna’s truck, wetsuits and harnesses in the back as he drove the two of you to the canyon. You ignored your ex through most of the journey, sitting up front with Sukuna, asking him a million questions about how he ended up becoming a guide and what he enjoyed doing in his free time.

He was infinitely more interesting than your ex was, the sort of man who enjoyed all things adrenaline, engaging with several extreme sports, always out in nature - hiking, surfing, canyoning, kayaking, skydiving - he did it all. 

Not only was he an interesting man for his range of hobbies, but he was also interested in you. Even though your life felt mundane compared to his, he listened intently to your answers to his questions - something that your ex-boyfriend had long stopped doing. 

The hike up the canyon was more of the same, the two of you walking ahead with Sukuna making you giggle endlessly. He was so easy and confident, it sent your heart racing in a way that it hadn’t in a long time with your ex. Sukuna was new and exciting, the type of person who could sweep you off your feet. 

You could feel your ex’s gaze burning into the back of your head the whole way to the top of the trail, but you paid him no mind. Even when he tried to convince Sukuna that you should turn back because it was too hot wearing the wetsuits he was brushed aside. It was clear that Sukuna had no interest in appeasing him, all of his focus on you. 

Reaching the top of the trail, Sukuna talked you both through the safety instructions, before leading you through the canyon. You had his full attention, with him praising you each time you did a big jump into the water, cooing at what a good job you were doing. Each time you hesitated he was encouraging you, his hands on your hips making sure that you were positioning yourself correctly for the bigger jumps. 

It was clear that your ex-boyfriend was furious, scoffing and glaring each time Sukuna made you giggle, rolling his eyes anytime Sukuna’s hands brushed against your body to guide you down the next feature of the canyon. You couldn’t really care less, heart racing not just from the adrenaline of jumping and sliding through the canyon but from how Sukuna was making you feel.

Towards the end of the canyon there was a long section of wading through water before you’d reach the final jump, and you found yourself and Sukuna walking a long way ahead of your ex, who was openly sulking behind you. 

“You guys are broken up right?” Sukuna asked, jerking his head back in the direction of your ex. 

“I guess it's obvious huh?” 

Sukuna chuckled. “Doesn't take a genius to work it out. What’d he do?” 

“Cheated on me.” You responded. It still made you feel sick to say out loud, what was he thinking, throwing away your relationship so carelessly? 

“He’s stupid.” Sukuna said with a shrug, red eyes roaming over you. “If I had someone as pretty as you I don’t think I’d be letting them go.” You went a deep shade of red, his deep tone sending a shiver through you. 

“Yeah well, maybe I should’ve chosen better in the first place.” You said quietly. 

Lost in thought, your foot hit a slippery rock beneath the water and you found yourself tripping forward, only for Sukuna to promptly grab you, his arm snaking easily around your waist as he pulled you up to your feet. “Careful.” He purred, “wouldn’t want you getting hurt out here.” 

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, your heart hammering in your chest at the close proximity. He leaned in close, his breath fanning across your face. “You know, if you wanna get back at him I’d be happy to help.” 

“I–” You considered that for a moment. It would be childish, it would make you no better than him. But Sukuna was very attractive, and you weren’t keen on going back to the hotel room with your ex tonight anyway. “I don’t know…”

Sukuna shrugged. “It's up to you, but I bet I can show you a better time than that loser ever did.” 

You approached the final jump and waited for your boyfriend to catch up. Sukuna let him go through first, unenthusiastically pointing out to him where in the pool of water he needed to land to avoid hitting any hidden rocks, doing the bare minimum to ensure that your ex came out of this experience still breathing. 

With you he took a lot longer. With your ex-boyfriend already down below, Sukuna had his hands braced on your body as he carefully positioned you on the ledge, giving a long explanation about where was safe and where wasn’t, his chest pressed against your back, the hairs on your neck standing up straight as he brought his lips close to your ear, asking if you understood his instructions. 

You nodded shyly as he stepped back, his deep voice encouraging you to do the jump, spurring you on as you leapt into the water, grinning and laughing as you swam up to the surface. You’d have to go canyoning more often - you weren’t expecting it to be this fun. 

Though it would’ve been a lot more fun if you didn’t have your ex-boyfriend glaring daggers at you right now.

Sukuna leapt from the ledge, splashing into the water and praising you for your jump, ruffling your hair affectionately as the two of you climbed out of the water, joining your ex on solid ground where he was standing with his arms folded, his expression enraged. Sukuna gave him a nod and brushed past, beckoning the two of you to follow him back to the van. 

You’d tried to climb into the front seat of the van next to Sukuna like you had on the drive to the canyon, only to be pushed back by your ex who promptly took your space. He clambered into the chair and slammed the door shut, leaving you to awkwardly shuffle into the back. 

Sukuna’s red eyes met yours in the mirror as you sheepishly buckled yourself in, but neither of you said anything. Sukuna was on the clock and he wasn’t prepared to start a fight with a client and get himself fired, and considering the volatile state that your ex seemed to be in you didn’t want to start conflict right now either. 

The ride back was silent, and as you jumped out of the van your ex-boyfriend was quick to grab your wrist, saying nothing as he pulled you over towards your rental car, clearly wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

“What’s the rush?” Sukuna’s deep voice sounded from behind you. 

“Are you fucking kidding dude?” Your ex hissed as he turned around to face the man. If you weren’t so uncertain about what was going to happen next you would have laughed - your ex seemed so small trying to stand up to Sukuna. “Quit trying to fuck my girlfriend, its embarassing.” 

Sukuna smirked. “You think she’s your girlfriend? Does she know that?” 

“Fucking obviously, we came here as a couple.” Your ex spat. “You’re way out of line.” 

“Hmmm, is that how you see it, angel?” Sukuna asked, turning his gaze to you, seemingly unbothered by the seething man currently squaring up to him. You weren’t surprised that he was so fearless, your ex had less than half the muscle that Sukuna did, if it came to physical blows you had no doubt in your mind who would come out on top. 

“No.” You said simply, looking at your ex. “I thought I made it pretty clear last night that we’re done.” 

“Babe, you were just over-reacting like always - you can’t really be about to throw away our relationship because of this guy.” Your ex had turned to you now, pointing back at Sukuna accusingly. 

“You threw away our relationship when you fucked that waitress.” You hissed, before taking a step towards Sukuna, gazing up at the pink-haired man. “Can I go back to your place? I don’t really have anywhere to stay tonight.” You asked sweetly. 

A big, victorious grin crossed Sukuna’s face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Of course you can, angel.” 

And that’s how you ended up on Sukuna's couch, well, Sukuna’s lap to be more specific, bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it. 

He’d wasted no time getting you to his place, crashing his lips against yours in the hallway of his apartment, tugging your summer dress up over your head and leaving you in your bikini as he dragged you over to the couch. 

Taking his time, he’d worshipped your body like you were a goddess, pinching and licking at your tits until you were pushing him away from overstimulation, biting at your neck and shoulders, scattering purple marks all over your skin, teasing his fingers along your pussy through your bikini until you were begging him to touch you properly. 

He’d stripped you of your remaining clothes, and you expected him to get straight to it, moving on quickly to the main event just like your ex-boyfriend always would. But instead his head was between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy, tongue dipping into your entrance greedily while his fingers massaged your clit, relentless with his attention until you were cumming so hard that your vision turned white. 

Your ex had never eaten you out, he’d always said that it was gross and dirty, that oral was something that women should perform on men - not the other way around. You found yourself cursing that asshole for never letting you experience this, the release that Sukuna had given you was better than any orgasm you’d ever experienced before. 

Not that your ex had made you cum all that often anyway. 

Sukuna had refused your attempt to return the favor, insisting that this was about you, and that if you were so desperate to suck his cock you could do it later, after he’d made you cum so many times that you’d forget your own name. 

His cock was huge, and he suggested that you start out by riding him so that you could take it all in at your own pace. You were grateful for that because as you sunk down on his cock the stretch was immense, he was so big that tears sprang to your eyes and you found yourself whimpering with each inch that you took. 

But it was a nice problem to have. The euphoria of being filled up and stretched out like this was unbelievable, especially with Sukuna rubbing your clit as he cooed about how good you were doing. Your ex had never really stretched you out at all, the size of his cock was almost laughable compared the monster hanging between Sukuna’s legs. 

Once you had him fully sheathed inside your pussy, you wasted no time as you started to bounce on his cock. Each time you brought yourself down on him you were seeing stars, his cock hitting a pleasurable spot deep enough inside you that you didn’t even know it existed until today. 

Moans and whimpers or pleasure filled the apartment as you rode him, wondering if you’d bitten off more than you could chew as your thighs quickly started to ache from the sheer effort of moving yourself along his monstrous length. Your fingernails were digging into his shoulders, your body desperately trying to move faster to chase your orgasm, but the stamina in your legs was waning fast. 

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, the rumble of it vibrating through his cock sending a shock of pleasure through you. He placed his hands behind his head for a moment, watching you struggle to take him for a while longer before intervening, his big hands moving down to your hips and taking control over your movements, letting you relax as he slammed you down on his cock over and over again. 

“O-oh fuck.” You whined, throwing your head back in ecstasy as he abused that one spot inside you over and over. Your fingers dug so hard into his shoulder that you were sure you’d drawn blood, and you squeezed your eyes firmly shut as your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. It felt so good, completely overwhelming all of your senses, your body twitching desperately and squeezing around his length as you experienced an even better orgasm than the one he’d given you earlier. 

He didn’t stop his movements, keeping up with his aggressive pace as he chased his own orgasm. You were too fucked out and caught up in the aftershocks of your own release to do anything, completely overwhelmed and more than happy to let him take over.

“You on the pill?” His voice sounded distant, but you just about managed to catch his words. You gave him a small nod, desperate for the feeling of him cumming inside you. You were well aware of the risks, but right now you felt way too good to care. 

He smirked as he slammed his hips into you a few more times before reaching his release, the warm sensation of his seed filling you up and dripping down your thighs had you letting out a sigh of pleasure. 

Once he’d cum, you assumed that the two of you were done, that he’d pull out and send you on your merry way. Sex was always over for you and your ex once he came, whether you’d gotten your orgasm or not.

What you weren’t expecting was for Sukuna to pull out and push you into a new position, moving you off his lap and onto your knees, your hands braced against the back of the couch as he positioned himself behind you, sinking his cock back into your sopping pussy, fucking you with just as much vigor as he had before. 

And that’s how the night continued, Sukuna fucking you relentlessly in every position you could imagine. On your hands and knees on the floor, full nelson with you facing the mirror watching your own fucked out expression as his cock slid in and out of you, mating press with your legs thrown haphazardly over his shoulders and his red eyes staring wildly down at you. 

In the moments that he needed to recharge between pumping buckets of cum into you, he was lavishing your pussy with attention, licking up your combined juices and making you come undone over and over again with his tongue. When his cock hardened once more he put the two of you into a sixty-nine, continuing to lap at your pussy as he worked his cock down your throat, praising you for how well you were taking it. 

He fucked you for hours before you were finally done, finishing off in missionary in his bed, your body shaking with each thrust, your eyes heavy with exhaustion as he came inside you one last time, pulling out and collapsing beside you, arm thrown over your exhausted body. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So fucking good, angel.” 

You couldn’t verbalise a response, your body too thoroughly spent to engage with anything right now, mind swimming with pleasure and the desire to drift off to sleep on this comfy bed. 

“You meant to be flying back home with that asshole ex of yours tomorrow?” He asked, fingers comfortingly rubbing circles into your soft skin.

“Mhmm.” You responded. You’d been trying not to think about how awkward that flight would be, your ex was definitely not above starting a fight on the plane and you weren’t sure that you could take the humiliation of all your issues being aired out in a confined space in front of dozens of people.

“How about you stay a little longer?” Sukuna suggested, and you glanced at him with surprise. In your mind this had been a one time thing, a petty ploy for vengeance. “I did say that if I had someone as pretty as you I wouldn’t let them go easy.” He reminded you. 

You smiled at him. Catching what would likely be the worst flight of your life or spending a few more days in paradise with a man who had you seeing stars when he fucked you? 

Yeah, that was a no-brainer.  

a/n: he's so oooof anyway play girlfriend by hemlocke springs

"I was so fucking stupid," he grunted, each word abbreviated with a raspy exhale. "For not seeing you sooner."

You scoffed again, squirmed your ass back against him. Tried to prop your elbows up on the mattress and manage to roll over.

But he didn't give you the room, rolling his eyes at your weak attempt.

"I've been here the whole time," you reminded him, but your voice betrayed your attempt to sound semi-sarcastic.

"I thought you were his," he growled.

You managed to wiggle free this time, moving higher up on the bed and switching to lay on your back, his hands already grabbing your waist to hold you down. Indenting the impression of your bodies on the mattress while he buried himself back inside of you.

"What?" You hissed out as one of his massive palms shifted down to lift your thigh and press it against your chest, casually hooking it over his shoulder to fully spread you open for him. "Think I'm yours now?"

"You wanna be?"

Maybe you were drunk on his cock, because it almost sounded like a real offer.

As if he'd ever play-pretend as anyone's boyfriend. Much less yours.

"Shut up," you tried to snarl, but it just came out as a whine. All weak and drawn-out, your chest shuddering as you tried to stave off the heat he kept stoking in your stomach.

He opened his mouth to snap back at you, but then his focus shifted, catching on the cut on your arm, freezing mid-thrust.

"When did-"

"The bar," you finished the thought for him, writhing around again in an attempt to get him to keep going. To scratch that pathetic itch he started on the beach by kissing you like it was more than just lust lingering between you.

"Did I do that?" He wasn't just frowning. Sure, his lips were downturned. Deep lines dug into his skin, jaw locked tight like his cock wasn't throbbing between your thighs.

"Dunno," you breathlessly shrugged.

He was about to apologize, you could see the word forming on his tongue, but you didn't want a sorry from him. You wanted him to fuck you.

"Will you please just keep going?" You huffed, nails digging down into his shoulder blade to press his body back down into yours.

"I'm not some fuckin' guy that doesn't give a shit about you," he grunted, but he did keep going, his thrusts slower now, his eyes took forever to shift from the cut on your arm to your face, unsteady.

You knew what he was trying to say.

He wasn't Gojo.

But when he was fucking you like this, leg tossed over his shoulder and cock stretching you open, you wondered how different he really was.

How long it'd take him to get bored of you too and start fucking someone new.

Sukuna stared like he could see through your head and read the thoughts stewing there, scowling as he let your thigh fall in favor of just using his hand to rub mean little circles over your clit like he had something to prove.

The question was just to who? Himself? You? Gojo?

"You-" You started, just for your voice to crack into a breathy moan when his thumb rubbed harder over your sensitive bud.

"Hm?" He mocked, cocking his head to the side, daring you to say it.

Tell him off. Cuss him out. Anything was good leaving your mouth, apparently.

You couldn't even work up a glare, scrunching your eyes closed as the sloppy sounds of him fucking into you mixing with heavy panting and the exhaust fan.

The pressure kept mounting. A fuse lit and fizzling down until there was only a thin frayed rope left, the seconds ticking away until it all blew up in your face.

"You like me," Sukuna accused, thumb tauntingly dragging back over suddenly soft and slow.

You wanted to protest. Laugh at him, actually. But then his mouth was on yours, his tongue in your mouth and his cock stretching you out and his hands holding you like you more than just an easy hookup, and you finished before he even finished the pattern he was painting on your clit.

It felt like confirmation.

And while you came back down, thighs trembling and nails still raking down Sukuna's back, you were starting to fear that he was right. Especially when he finished in the condom, when he didn't collapse on you, but stayed still inside you, elbows framing your face, close enough you could see all the little lines and edges of his, wrapped up in the scent of his cologne and your shampoo.

You did like him. Enough you wanted to believe him, believe he was a better man than Gojo.

Even worse, you didn't think you could hide what you felt anymore.

How long had you been burying down? Convinced yourself you couldn't want him?

He kissed you again, the act of not-caring you'd been carefully crafting crumbled in your heart.

𓆝 𓆟

Sukuna rolled over, reaching out just to find empty sheets and the cold space where you should be.

It took him half a second to sit up, opening his eyes and scowling at the wrinkled blanket. The clock by the bed blinked in bright numbers, half past six in the morning. His eyes flicked over to the bathroom, expecting to see the shut door, the light peeking through the crack, but what he found was you bent over your suitcase and squishing all your stuff down inside it, struggling to get everything to fit. In a rush.

"The fuck are you doing?" He growled, getting out of bed, his somehow hard again cock springing up and hitting his abs in the process.

But you didn't spare him a single glance.

"I need to go," you muttered under your breath, throwing a pair of bikini bottoms that were missing the matching top in on top of the the crab t-shirt he supposed you were now stealing from him.

He grimaced, walking over and snatching it back.

"That's mine," he huffed, pulling it on over his head in some pathetic protest. If you wanted it back, you'd have to take it off of him. "Where the hell do you think you're going? The last time I checked-"

"Home," you murmured.

It was barely audible. And he felt ill at the single word leaving your lips.

"How exactly do you plan on getting there?" He grumbled, folding his arms across the chest.

He couldn't exactly keep you hostage, but he didn't have to be the one drive you and drop you off when you'd slam the door shut behind you and never let him back in.

"I don't know," you admitted, looking over to where your phone was still charging on the single dresser in the room. "Call an Uber or something."

"Did he call you?" Sukuna asked, hating how hard his heart was pounding. How sick the thought of you somehow ending up back with Gojo made him feel.

"This isn't fucking about him," you huffed.

Sukuna froze.

It was about him.

"What did I-" He started scoffing, taken back by the idea he could've done something shitty enough to piss you off enough to sneak out the morning after he finally got to have you. Was it about the stupid girl that tried to talk to him at the bar last night? He shut that shit down as soon as she walked over, but she refused to walk away until he brushed past her to save you from that fucking asshole. Or was it about that?

He made you let him clean the cut after sex last night, but you mumbled that you weren't mad at him when he pressed the wet washcloth against it.

So what-

"I do like you," you confessed, like you were shoving your shit in your suitcase to get as far from him as possible. His mouth fell open, his throat dry, scratchy as he tried to find something to say back. But you weren't finished, "I'll get over it so-"

"Don't," he interrupted.

"What?" You finally paused, t-shirt still in hand as you looked up at him, nose scrunching at the sight of him in just the stupid crab t-shirt with no boxers or pajama pants on.

"Don't get over it," he grumbled, although he wondered if you were already halfway there seeing him like this.

"But-"

"I want you," he swallowed hard. Gritted his teeth and tried not to wince at how awkward he sounded admitting it. "Not as a hookup, or one-night thing, but as a girlfriend."

You blinked. Barely even breathed.

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" You didn't believe it.

A week ago, he wouldn't have believed it either.

But here he was, half-naked with dried cum still on his thigh and wearing a shirt that said he had crabs trying to convince you that he was the better option for you than the guy you'd originally came here for.

"Yeah," he nodded, jaw clenched as he attempted to stay collected, in control when you had all the cards.

"Gojo-"

"Can go fuck himself," Sukuna finished for you.

The faintest flash of a smile flickered across your face before you shut that down too. Mouth pressing into a thin line as you murmured, "He's your friend."

"He's an asshole," Sukuna corrected.

And honestly, after he sent that fucking video of you in bed, Sukuna was considering taking vengeance for you regardless if you choose him or not. He still had a key to Gojo's place.

A fish in the air conditioning unit? Nair in his shampoo? Setting fire to his favorite Digimon card?

Of course, he'd have to make Gojo ship all your other stuff to you before he got back at him.

Gojo would probably throw a huge fucking fit once he knew Sukuna even just fucked you. Not because he cared, but because he was just an asshole who thought he could own and use people as he pleased.

A spoiled brat like him wouldn't even realize what he lost until it was long gone.

Sukuna wasn't scared of him or his tantrums.

He was terrified of this though, of you slipping through his fingers.

You hesitated, but you dropped the shirt you were holding on your lap.

"Sukuna," you started again, but your voice died in your throat.

He got down on the floor next to you, a hand on your cheek to keep your eyes on him before you could look away.

"You're going to break my heart," you softly said, and for the first time since he met you, he realized what you looked like when you were actually scared.

"I think you'll probably break mine first," he retorted, and you let yourself smile this time. Leaned into his palm just a little.

"Me?" You pretended to be innocent, and Sukuna had to bite back a chuckle. To not let you squirm out of the conversation.

"My car should be fixed in a few hours," he reminded you. "I'll drive you wherever you want to go."

Even to Gojo, if that was what you picked. Although, he'd probably punch him when you got there.

"What about you? Where do you want to go?" You carefully asked, pupils too big not to betray how you felt.

"Wherever you are," Sukuna shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile that curled up on your face was cute, warm.

"You better mean that," you mumbled, leaning in, your mouth brushing against the corner of his mouth. "Or I might key your car, boyfriend."

"I'll hand you the keys," he grunted, his hand sliding back to tether in your hair and pull you in for a real kiss. Capturing your lips between his, letting you bite, canines nipping at his bottom one when a muffled giggle slipped out.

Sukuna wanted you for breakfast. Lunch and dinner too, but the sky was still tinged with pink, the sun barely rising above the tide. He wanted to make that tattoo on your back the real deal, get one of your name somewhere to match too.

Pulling you into his lap, caging you in with his arms and ignoring the throb of his cock when he deepened the kiss, tilting your head back to accommodate him until our palm pressed against his chest just enough to pull away.

"Wanna come home with me?"

You spent half the day picking out what dress to wear, doing your hair and makeup, copious amounts of effort into being attractive enough to seal the deal – but when you got there, he was drinking with his friends – and a few girls. 

The friend zone felt like fucking shit. 

But you stayed because you figured he probably knew other hot guys you could hook up with. He did, but none of them would entertain more than conversations that would get cut short by him every time it ventured past the boring polite stuff. 

You never saw Sukuna so much as flirt with any girls – but you just sort of assumed they existed, something he did in his free time every time he wasn’t with you or replying to your messages. 

Honestly, you couldn’t fucking believed it when he asked you to move in after his last roommate left after being in that limbo for way longer than you should’ve been. 

You really couldn’t fucking believe when you heard the word ‘yes’ leave your mouth back.

All you could do was regret being such a lovesick idiot back then since you were reaping the consequences now. 

Well, your cunt was.  

You hadn’t been laid in ten months. 

Honestly, you could’ve gotten knocked up and actually had a kid with that time. But no, a man hadn’t come within twenty feet of your thighs because a certain pink-haired asshole hated you leaving the apartment to do anything without him. 

Not that he’d admit it. 

It hadn’t been that hard at first – you’d just slip out without saying anything and come back the next morning in the same clothes. His brow would twitch, his lips pressed in a thin line, but he never said anything. 

But these days? Every time you wanted to grab food? He was grabbing his car keys. A new movie was coming out? He already bought the tickets even if he’d complain the entire drive home how stupid he thought it was. 

He even managed to crash your last girls night with all his stupid friends you couldn’t stand anymore. Slotting himself between you and a hot stranger who had his hands on your hips, practically shoving him away simply for the crime of being too close to you when Sukuna was the one who kept you at arms length at home.

Afterwards, he had grumbled into your ear that he heard that the guy actually had a girlfriend. 

You felt like a fool for thinking for even half a second that he’d done it because he liked you. 

The legs of your chair creaked when you got up now, pushed back too fast as you turned away from him. You didn’t mention the fact you’d already started looking at new buildings. Had a few showings planned and scheduled after your next shift. 

Half your clothes and things were already stuffed in boxes in your closet.

In the past two years of this admittedly strange living situation, he’d never bothered coming into your room, so you figured he wouldn’t find any of it.

He was the kind of guy who’d barge into the bathroom when you took a shower, or hog all the space on the couch, but you supposed some things were sacred. The fine line of the threshold into your tiny hundred square foot space was one of them – a boundary he begrudgingly respected, for whatever reason. 

Either way, you locked your door behind you. 

Collapsed onto your uncomfortable bed, mattress springs whining as you plucked your phone free from its charger and scrolled through your apps for the hundredth time to click on the one you’d been religiously checking all month. 

One new match. 

“You look like a-” 

“Slut?” You finished his sentence for him, glancing back over your shoulder at an obviously annoyed Sukuna, his muscled biceps folding across his arms, jaw locked. If you listened close enough, you could hear his molars grinding. 

You could see the protest forming on his tongue, for him to snarl back some more clever insult to correct you. But it didn’t come. 

Just that cold stare as his dark eyes dragged over your body, the way your dress was bunched up too high on your thighs before you’d even left the apartment or slipped your heels on.

“The hell are we going?” Sukuna grunted, ignoring what you said and forcing his gaze back up to your face. He was leaning against the wall across from you, studying your reaction, daring you to say what he thought you were going to. Wearing a loose pair of sweatpants that hung low enough on his hips you could see his abs and happy trail every time his shirt rode up on his skin. You huffed back, trying not to grimace when you walked past him in the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, the condensation cool on your clumsy fingers as you took a small sip to soothe your dry throat.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” you corrected him after you dropped the cup back on the counter, unzipping your purse as you checked to make sure you had your keys and lip gloss with enough cash to pay a cab later if you needed. “I’m going on a date.” 

“With who?”

“Does it matter?” You scoffed, checking your messages just to see he’d sent one a few minutes ago saying he was on his way.

“Yeah,” Sukuna scoffed back at you, louder, like it’d overwrite yours and make his point clearer. “It does.”

“Why?” You bluntly asked, walking out of the kitchen and out to the hall bathroom to check your reflection one last time. He was following though, on your heels as you padded barefoot across the floor.

“What if he’s a creep?” Sukuna suggested in a low snarl, flicking the light off after you tried to turn it on. “A catfish?” 

“Then I’ll come back,” you retorted, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. 

“No,” he growled, all gravelly and gritty, his massive frame blocking the door and hand covering the light switch.

“So I should go home with him if he’s a creep?” You sarcastically asked. 

“That's not what I meant and you know it,” he grumbled, each word a prickly barb that sent an unfair jolt of excitement down your spine. 

It shouldn't. He shouldn't. 

Not when after four years of friendship and two of living together where the furthest the two of you had come to actual intimacy was drifting off on his shoulder during shows and him brushing against you to grab stuff off the top shelf. 

But him being protective was unfortunately much hotter when you were already aching to get fucked, sick of the abstinence you'd been stuck in for months. 

He was practically your personal chastity belt at this point, keeping the key all to himself by monopolizing every minute of your day. 

Was it all him though? Or did part of you pick that? 

Choose to stay by his side on the couch or out in public just so his attention (platonic or otherwise) wouldn't drift elsewhere. 

“He's picking me up soon,” you shrugged, like you didn't care what he thought. 

You weren’t going to be the one waving the white flag of defeat tonight. Unless it was someone else’s boxers. 

“Like hell he is,” he grumbled, and you guessed he was trying to insinuate he’d scare your date off.

“Why do you care?” You deadpanned, swatting his hand away from the light switch so you could actually turn it on and see his expression. 

Which wasn’t exactly what you expected.

It wasn’t rage. Wasn’t really anger. Annoyance? Irritation? Sure, but the little pout on his pretty pink lips indicated something more. 

Sukuna was jealous. 

“I don’t want you to go,” he brusquely said, not even blinking as he stared at you. 

Your stomach flipped. You should brush past him, should slide your heels on and just wait in the parking lot. But your feet felt glued to the tile, unable to move an inch when his eyes were burning into yours. 

“Why?” You asked, voice thin and hoarse. 

“You know why,” he grunted, but that wasn’t good enough. 

“Give me a real reason or I’m walking out the door.”

“I-” 

There was a knock at it anyway, loud enough to reverberate through the rest of the apartment. Your phone buzzed in your purse, probably him saying he was here while your roommate stared at you like he was on the brink of bending you over the bathroom sink. 

“Last chance,” you warned, and you weren’t sure what you were hoping for. Some confession? 

“I like you,” he managed to spit it out, a little crinkle in his nose as he waited for you to say the same.

But you hadn’t waited four fucking years for an ‘I like you’. 

“Isn’t that why we’re friends?” You tilted your head to the side. “Because you like hanging out with me?” 

His jaw tightened, way past annoyed, but you just pushed past him, your shoulder knocking into his arm as you squeezed out of the bathroom. 

“That’s not-” 

You were already in the living room though, bending over to get your heels off the floor.

But then his hands were on your waist, fingers digging in and wrinkling your dress, refusing to let you so much as slip them on.

“You fuckin’ love torturing me,” he grumbled, grabbing your heels out of your hands and holding them behind his back to make you try and get them back. You huffed at him, eyes squinting up at him in irritation, but the hand that wasn’t holding your heels suddenly tethered itself in your hair and tugged, forcing you to look up at him. “I like you. I have this whole time, brat.” 

He emphasized the word, like he wanted to make sure it made its way through your skull. 

“You never-” You started protesting, but he wasn’t budging. 

“You’re the one always talking about us being friends,” he hissed, like he hated the word as much as you did.

“Because you friend zoned me,” you argued back in a low whisper, heart beating fast enough it hurt your chest. “I never-” 

He rolled his eyes at you this time, leaning down and shutting you up with a kiss. One that you’d imagined in a hundred different ways. In the rain. On the kitchen table. During a movie. At a coffee shop. 

But here, barefoot and in the middle of the living room, with his hand in your hair and your palm pressed against his chest, it was much better than any fantasy you ever dared to daydream about before. 

He tasted like mint. His cologne had wrapped around you, and would probably cling to your skin long after this ended, but it was warm, cozy. He smelled like home. 

Sukuna sucked on your bottom lip, canines nipping at the thin skin and lapping up every last bit of candy-flavored gloss you’d coated them in, dropping your heels to the floor right as your date knocked again outside. 

He refused to pull away until you were both out of breath. Glaring at the door like he was considering how a murder charge would affect his day until he begrudgingly walked over to answer it, only opening it enough to look through the crack.

“She’s busy,” Sukuna deadpanned, slamming it back before your suitor could even get a word in. 

You were staring at him, mouth still parted in surprise when he flipped the lock and laserfocused back on where you were standing in your skimpy dress and freshly-smudged lipgloss. 

And five minutes later, you were face-down on your shared couch, dress discarded on the floor, panties pulled down and still hooked around your ankles while your phone kept vibrating from inside your purse where Sukuna had tossed it onto the stained coffee table. 

“The hell you want a guy like him for?” He grumbled, head between your legs, his calloused palms keeping your thighs spread and pliant for him while he ate you out like he’d been starving.

Your dinner date somehow twisted into being another man’s meal. 

Panting, your nails clawed at the closest pillow at his tongue pushing deeper into your cunt, exploring your insides like you were his to map out. Struggling to form words when each lap, each lick ripped your breath from your lungs. “I, fuck, I-” 

“M’waiting,” he murmured, dry and low, not mocking but close enough to make your body shudder. 

“I wanted to get fucked,” you admitted, a breathy whine that hardly sounded like yourself, and a low growl was ripped from his throat, maybe imagining what you would’ve been doing tonight if he hadn’t come clean and confessed. 

“You could’ve asked me,” he grumbled, pulling his tongue out, the absence making your stomach flutter, the fire burning in your stomach flaring as you heard the shuffle of his sweatpants getting pulled down. The faint slap of something heavy on your ass, his pre-cum leaking out on your skin as you glanced over your shoulder at him. 

He looked fucking feral. 

And you were suddenly unsure who’d been waiting longer for this moment, watching through glossy eyes as he guided his thick cock right against your entrance, his own heavy-lidded stare studying the connection between you like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Think I can’t take care of you?” He grunted right as he shoved the first few inches in, your face immediately falling back into the cushion to choke out your raspy moan. 

He easily pushed past the first ring of resistance, your body melting into his as his cock stretched your already slick walls out for him. A promise you felt in the pressure skyrocketing in your stomach – that he was planning on taking very good care of you now. 

Although, you had a feeling his version of soothing you would end up with you sobbing his name. 

And maybe you’d been wrong about him before, wrong about your whole relationship, but you were right about that. 

He bottomed out hard, your cunt clenching around him right as his swollen tip fit snugly against your cervix. His cock was throbbing, and if you looked back, you had a feeling Sukuna would be struggling not to cum already considering his thrusts had stalled before they even started. 

Just feeling you, the greedy way you were sucking him in, desperate for whatever he’d give you. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re-” 

“I’m what?” You teased him, but it just sounded like a whimper from your gasping lips, not missing the fact he called you baby instead of brat. 

“Mine.” 

He fucked you like it. 

Hard and fast, like he had something to prove. Maybe to both of you. That this was more than just a moment of jealousy – that this had been building from the day you met him. 

His fingers splayed across your hip to hold you in place, his other hand grabbing your hair and pulling it back enough to make you turn and glance up at him. Wild eyes finding yours, the words that had never been said suffocating both of you hanging heavy in them. 

But before you could dare to whisper any of them, or his tongue could slip, his mouth was crashing into yours. His tongue brushing past your teeth as he rutted into you, in-and-out in fast motions, only letting go of your hips to fumble for your clit mid-kiss, his hand caught between the couch and your body. 

He made it work, rubbing rough circles over it, only making the waves of pleasure crash over harder, lewd sounds of his hips smacking against yours adding to the chorus of groans you were drowning in. 

You unravelled for him – thighs twitching and trembling as he made you cum, tears forming and threatening to fall in the corners of your eyes as you cried out his name. That was all he needed, all he’d been waiting for, and he was releasing your hair so he could release on your back instead of inside you. 

It was thick, cum splattering across your skin as his muscles tensed. You were still catching your breath when he grabbed your panties off the floor to wipe you clean, well, as clean as he could considering how flimsy the fabric was. 

“You hungry?” He casually asked, and an airy giggle escaped you.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, closing your eyes and relaxing as he stood up and laid you flat on the couch. His hand still lingered on your body, running along your side from your ass up to your shoulders, thick fingers tracing his name on your sticky skin. 

“I’ll order somethin’,” he grumbled, and you were about to ruin it, about to ask the question that’d been on the back of your mind since he buried his face in your cunt. But he answered it like he could read your mind. “And next time you wanna go on a date, ask me.” 

You laughed a little, yawning and nodding, readjusting and half-rolling over to look up at him.

“I’m free tomorrow,” you shrugged your shoulders, yawning.

His eyes narrowed, but you could see the smirk trying to tug up on his lips. He looked at you, then back towards the hall. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

You were tempted to ask for his.

But you were too tired to stand, just mumbling something back and resting your head back on the couch. It smelled like him too. 

You only got up when he’d been gone for ten minutes. 

Dragging yourself up on sore limbs, bare and barely suppressing a limp as you stumbled towards your open bedroom. Sukuna was standing in front of your closet, scowling at all your clothes like they personally offended him. 

“What are you doing?” You yawned, legs still feeling like jelly as you leaned against the open doorway. 

“Unpacking.” 

‘A tall man, long dark hair, amethyst eyes, he’ll be quiet and kind, oh and he’ll want children, he’ll want family. He’ll be strong and smart, and just a little on the eccentric side – we can’t have him too boring.’

Your sister had giggled at you, when you had picked up purple petals that you imagined of his eye color, grinning as your sister ran over. 

‘Amethyst, that’s such a crazy color!’ She'd said, touching the petals with you.

‘Well, he’s not real so – he can be as beautiful as I imagine.’

It’s just long black hair you tell yourself, you're being ridiculous! So he's tall, okay… that’s the only similarities. 

Your heart is racing just a bit in your chest, nervously shifting as the girls tug you along even closer, into the living room just dusted a bit from drywall and sawdust.

“Papa, papa!”

He’ll have a deep, husky voice.

“Girls,” he turns around then, and you pause in your tracks, thighs trembling, breaths quickening just a bit.

His eyes.

They’ll be amethyst.

You’d said it dreamily as a little girl underneath the full blood moon, but even then you never thought, never imagined that maybe it could be real. It can’t be surely, even if his eyes are amethyst, even if his dark silky hair falls a bit over his shoulders, and you see his bare chest, chiseled and cut, your eyes trail down it before you can stop yourself, flushing hotly.

He pauses as he eyes you, seeing the heat on your cheeks, something about you making him – Suguru Geto – falter just a moment, a man never lost for words and completely at ease, paused.

You’re dressed casually, soft and cozy, smelling like the autumn itself, hints of the apple orchard and cinnamon, but mostly, it’s how you just look at him like that.

Who are you?

Suguru long ago gave up on women, he had love once long ago, to the mom of these two little girls, and he couldn’t help but focus solely on them. She was lost so tragically.

Not that he doesn't see women as beautiful – especially you. He loves beauty, after all, yet nothing has stopped him in his tracks like this.

How can he pinpoint it? You're beautiful but it's not that… it's something around you, real and tangible, making his fingers twitch with the need to just touch your skin.

Mimiko is giggling and tugs you down to whisper in your ear - “Papa must think you're pretty.”

You blush even more, clearing your throat a bit, finally taking a breath and holding out your hand. “Hey new neighbor, I'm the witch next door.”

He chuckles then, a sound he's hardly made in ages it feels like, aside from when the girls do something too adorable. Little troublemakers that have him wrapped around their little fingers, always batting their lashes and looking too adorable to punish.

But to chuckle from someone else?

He sobers a bit then, realizing how easy that had been, how pretty your necklace sits between your collacollarbone. Some pendant he can't quite place, tilting his head a bit to study it, before realizing his attention was right on your breasts.

The girls run around now giggling and you smile just a bit, leaning over and touching the necklace ever so delicately. “Do you like it?”

“A witch talisman, huh?” He smirks a little and then turns, snatching up a sweater and sliding it over his head, abs flexing when he moves it across his chest. You heat up at the action, managing to stay casual instead.

“Of course it is,” you tease. Yet it was indeed just that – rose quartz, glittering a soft pink. “So your name?”

“Suguru Geto,” he's trying to be friendly, holding out a hand for you to shake, yours rests in his now, biting down on your lower lip and staring. His hand overtakes yours, swallowing it in his calloused grip.

Something about the touch lingers in his mind that night after you leave. He can't help but toss and turn, looking out the window after pacing around his room for a while. In the quiet he thinks too much, sighing and pressing aside the blinds, just to see you under the glittering light of the almost full moon in your garden.

“Hmm,” he tilts his head, sighing when you look over toward him, as if you can see the crack in the blinds. You smile just a little, turning in a little circle before bouncing back in. “Maybe she is a witch.”

*

You may or may not dress just a little sexier with hot dad neighbor across the street - it certainly isn’t intentional at all!

It’s also just coincidental that you put a little charm spell on yourself to look just a bit more ‘enchanting’ if you will. That you bat your lashes that have a little bit of mascara on them lately when you borrow a cup of sugar, or come over with extra donuts for the girls.

It’s just to be a friendly neighbor! It has nothing to do with the fact that Suguru Geto is the epitome of that love spell you made when you were a little girl, down to the smirk and how his eyes get just a bit lidded in amusement when you show up. The house is progressively coming together more and more every day you walk by, Suguru seems to be quite the handy man.

Aside from some workers most of the restoration seems to be done by his own hands, and you sure can’t complain while sitting on the front porch in your little swing after work and sipping your favorite tea.

It may or may not be a little magical brew of your own – you’re not that good at witchcraft but this one is to attract… wealth or something of course!?

Not that man putting a coat of paint on his outer wall, with leafs fluttering around him, he smiles back at you for just a friendly moment and you wave, going back to pretending to read. Then you eye him again, when his attention is off you, and the girls are laughing and running around in the leaves, crunching all underneath their feet.

You can’t help but move your fingers a bit, making the leaves swirl for them, they’re clapping and giggling as they move in the air, and your finger moves in a circle motion. Suguru peeks over at the girls and his smile melts your heart, chuckling a bit and watching curiously as they keep swirling in a figure eight motion.

He eyes you on that porch, your finger moving with them.

You’re not really a witch, are you?

Your eyes meet his and widen, then the leaves stop swirling, instead scattering all across the girls, who are jumping up and down excitedly. You hastily look back at your book, your hair falling a bit in front of your shoulders, looking so pretty in that white swing, like you need him right next to you.

Suguru wonders if you’re casting some spell on him, but he knows the moment he locked eyes with you there was clear desire, but the affection that builds every time you come by is hard to ignore. The girls adore you, frequently running over to your house to bake something with you or help you mix up herbs for your shop, shit they want you more than him sometimes.

He notices your cute little dresses and your boots, like you are the town witch how you carry on, something magical about you that’s hard to ignore. But he does ignore it a bit, because he has to focus on the girls, on getting the house together, on his business. He doesn’t have time to fall for cute little witches next door, even when they start to make him ache at night.

Even when he’s jerking his cock remembering you bending over in front of him in some little dress that’s way too little clothing for this weather earlier that week, he can remember the smooth expanse of your thighs, the curve of your ass. The hint of your black panties that had peeked right between them, made him long to grip your hips and drag you against him.

He’s peeking out that window even as he starts stroking his cock under the covers, sucking in a breath. Suguru hasn’t been with a woman in a long time, not that he couldn’t but he’s picky, and you’re this particular brand that’s driving him insane. Cute and giggly where he’s serious and quiet, warm and soft where he was a bit colder and hard to read.

Suguru wasn’t always this way, but it’s how it went, and now he’s desperately stroking his veiny length thinking of slipping his cock inside you, his cute little witchy neighbor. Bending you over and making you arch for him, a hand slammed over your mouth to keep your moans quiet when he bottomed out, stretching your perfect little cunt out.

He’s so sure it’s perfect.

All of you must be.

You’re in your room which is directly across from his, doing some little dance – surely some other spell of yours – as you get undressed, just your silhouette alone has him leaking pre. He sits up and exhales, spitting on his cock and watching the saliva drip down his tip, mixing with the pearly pre that’s coming out of his tip in spurts, making him suck in a breath.

He should feel like a pervert, watching you slip on a baggy tee shirt, the curves of your body suddenly hidden by it, when you walk over towards the window to flick off the lights, and he swears he sees the curtain move for a moment, as if you were peering at him. You flick them off and it’s dark then, his pretty show gone, but his eyes slam shut and he pictures everything.

Stroking faster he murmurs your name softly under his breath, groaning as his big hand strokes up and down faster until he busts at the thought of fucking you in a baggy shirt in your bed, shoving it up your hips and using it to yank you down his length. White ropes spill all across his hand, his eyes rolling back, breaths coming too quickly, trying to calm himself down.

You’re just pretty, he’s just being a whole pervert, he can control himself better than this.

Surely he doesn’t jerk off again that night.

*

The next morning he’s knocking on your door, he has to look at you and know he jerked himself off to you, stammering almost with a little flush on his cheeks that you’ve never seen, across the bridge of his nose and his high cheekbones as he stands there in front of you, business suit on making him look far too attractive, black and sleek following the sharp lines of his body.

You’ve seen him in one before, but this close to him makes you blush yourself, eyes flitting down his starch white dress shirt he’s still tucking into his belted waist, as if he’s in a rush. His hair’s down falling across his face rather than thrown up in his typical pony tail, making him look like he’d just jumped out of some fucking romance novel cover.

“Hi!” Your voice literally squeaks, you try to compose yourself, wrapping your cardigan around your shirt and shorts you’re wearing, the girls hug each of your thighs and you laugh softly. “Hi girls.”

“We’re coming to play!”

“You’re babysitting us!”

“Huh?” You’re laughing softly, looking over at Suguru curiously, who rubs the back of his neck, smiling a bit.

“Hey there, girls,” he admonishes, they pout all cutely. “We haven’t even asked her if she can yet.”

“Sorry!” they're pouting as they speak in unison, too cute to ever be mad at.

“You’re fine, pretty girls,” you pat their heads as they just run into your house then. “Um, come in?”

“Sorry,” he sighs. “Girls! Manners!”

They’re already familiar with your home so they’re running around and sitting on your cozy couch, Suguru hasn’t been inside your home just yet though. He eyes it carefully as you shut the door behind him, seeing a cauldron on your kitchen counter, a kitchen that has original seventies counter tops and cabinets mind you.

“You are really into this witch thing.”

“It’s for my shop! Aha…” You’re standing in front of it, waving your arms as Suguru smirks a little, hands in his pockets, looking at the old wooden cabinets.

“Have you ever considered renovating?” He walks up and touches the old press wood that is close to falling apart, humming to himself. “Some updates would really open it up.”

“I haven’t no, my parents left me this place and I’m afraid I didn’t do a thing to it,” you touch the old formica countertops that are peeling. “Haven’t even taken down the old wallpaper.”

“Well I can help if you get the materials,” he offers, the girls are climbing up onto the tall chairs, swirling around the mixture in the cauldron as he assesses the kitchen with a sharp eye. “I actually have a good buyer if you want me to order them for you.”

“How much would you charge to put it all in?” You ask, trying to see in your mind if your budget will allow.

You are doing a wealth spell tonight with the new moon though, so maybe it’ll manifest itself just like Suguru did, those amethyst eyes looking at you again, flashing back to that vivid memory. You keep telling yourself that you’re looking too much into it, that it’s nonsense.

But it’s hard to even breathe when he’s near.

“How about you help me out and watch the girls a couple times a week, and I’ll gladly put it all in for free? Fix this place all up.”

“Oh! Of course I can…” they’re giggling and talking amongst themselves, petting your cat who slinks by and jumps up on the counter, purring. “Is it okay if I bring them to the shop? I do go in a couple hours on the weekends.”

“Perfectly fine, I do most of my work at home but I have to go to a bunch of meetings the next couple weeks,” he sighs, snatching a band off his wrist and tying his hair up as he speaks. “It would help me out so much, just on the weekends if you could, the week will be fine because they have school but if you could let them hang out a little bit if I’m not here?”

“It’s no worry at all,” Suguru watches you light up as Mimiko shows you a drawing she’s done. “Oh it’s beautiful!”

The way you are with the girls makes him falter, the affection tearing at him, something he never knew he could feel. Of course he was aware of the fact that they loved you already but he’s never seen them like this. Usually his little ‘troublemaker twins’ as he called them – would chase away any nanny, any babysitter in the world. Yet they adore you.

“Will you be good for her?” He asks them now, leaning down to their level and narrowing his eyes, they nod and giggle behind their hands. “No crossing your fingers.”

“We’re not!” Mimiko says.

“No way!” That's Nanako, he rolls his eyes at them.

“Yeah you are,” he snatches their hands playfully, and they sigh. “Be good for her or I’ll get a mean babysitter instead.”

“No, no we love her!” Mimiko says, eyeing you and holding your hand. “She’s a witch!”

“Girls…”

“No, I am,” you shrug a shoulder and raise a brow now. “And I’ll put a spell to turn you both into frogs if you’re bad!”

They just laugh at you, as does Suguru, standing and realizing how close you are, when they run off, already making themselves at home. You turn to him and smile just a bit, realizing you’re still just in a tank and shorts, and your cardigan has fallen open, soft and tan against your skin.

Suguru’s eyes lower before he can stop himself, seeing your nipples perked up and pressing against the fabric, his heart races in his chest at the sight. He can even see the curve of each breast under the thin cotton, his hands twitch just slightly with the need to grip them, to mold them to his palms.

You seem to notice, they rise and fall, your breaths quicker and quicker, Suguru clears his throat and flushes more, looking back up into your eyes, faltering. “Shit, I’m sorry…”

“No, no I am wearing nothing and it’s cold,” you murmur, but you don’t close the sweater, you bite down on your lower lip instead, stepping a little closer. “It’s cold in here, isn’t it?”

“A little,” he murmurs, looking back at your old counters and touching them, trying not to act like he doesn’t want to brush those nipples with his fingers. “Thank you so much for this, really.”

“Of course, I’d love some help around here-”

Crash.

“Shit…” Suguru grimaces, as the girls crash a face, gasping out simultaneously. “I’ll buy you a new one!”

“It’s all right,” you walk over and sigh, you’ll have to try to fix it with magic a little later, you can’t scare Suguru off when he’s finally coming over. “No worries, just be careful okay?”

*

The girls were not careful.

As adorable as they are, they’re breaking and crashing anything and everything, to the point you do start trying to piece them together with your rusty magic, but you can’t even keep up with them. The cat is even joining in and scratching your old wicker furniture instead of his scratching post, being a little menace to society right along with the girls.

They’re truly exhausting even for you, but they’re so freaking cute it’s hard to stay mad, you instead try to divert their energy with the enticement of a spell.

“What kind of spell!?” Mimiko asks excitedly, while you take them out to your greenhouse, letting them run around and explore the many, many herbs that grow here.

“We’ll do a love spell!” Nanako chimes in, giggling and touching a petal.

“A love spell, hmm?” You ask, gathering some of the mugwort carefully, praying they don’t crash all of your plant pots too. “You have a crush, Nanako?”

“No, yuck!” You smile in relief. “But for dad… he really needs a push.”

“He does,” Mimiko agrees, giggling and then looking at you. “Do you like dad?”

“I mean,” you blush now, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know him very well. I’d… like to?”

“We’ll help!”

*

It’s the evening when Suguru comes back, looking a little exhausted and leaning in your doorway, smiling just a bit before he sees the mess the kids have made of your kitchen. “Oh god, how bad is it?”

“I mean… they’re rambunctious?”

“Girls!”

“No, no,” you tug him inside now, shaking your head and putting a finger to your lips. “They’re finally calming down, we’re cooking dinner.”

“Oh…” the scents hit him then, some stew that makes his tummy grumble. “Fuck, I didn’t eat.”

“What, not all day? Come on please, it's almost done!”

“Are you sure?” You just nod and take him by the hand, leading him into your cozy little dining room.

Suguru’s not sure anything you own is newer than the eighties, truly, you must love thrifting or have kept everything original.

Though something is so homey and comfortable about it all, it's still a shame to look at as a man who literally has spent years building homes. 

“It’s no imposition, the girls wanted to eat dinner here too. One less thing you have to do today, hmm?”

Suguru’s stunned for a moment, just a small gesture of help is more than he’s had in… as long as he can remember since he’s had the girls on his own. What exactly are you doing to his mind?

It's cozy, the four of you in the outdated kitchen as you scoop another helping of stew into his bowl. The way the girls devour your meal makes him wonder if he's ordering out too much, it's hard sometimes being a single father. 

On days he works Suguru barely sees the girls sometimes, and he's tired some days for their boundless energy.

With you they almost seem a little calmer, showing some actual table manners which surprises him, before they start to yawn and look a little sleepy. “You two can watch a show while we clean up,” he says softly, eyeing the bottle of wine you've pulled out. 

“One glass?” You tease, after they get snuggled up under one of your afghans, it looks like you had a crochet habit judging off all the little balls of yarn and hooks on your living room table.

“I'd love one, what kind you got?”

“A nice cabernet,” you pour him a glass slowly, letting dark red liquid half way fill up the glass you hand him. “It's a little strong.”

You put the crystal wine glass to your lips, you’re flushing just a bit as he watches you sip it, hands around the stem of the glass, sipping it and letting the rich flavor dance along your tastebuds. It’s quiet in the kitchen, the girls are already yawning and snuggling when Suguru stands, sipping his wine and coming a little closer.

“Thank you so much for today,” he murmurs, tense a bit when you look up at him under your lashes. Fuck you’re pretty. “They love you.”

“I love them too, I mean… is that totally weird to say? I feel like they’re my little nieces or something already,” you say affectionately, tugging at his heart then. “Please know I don’t mean to overstep.”

“No, that makes me happy.” He smiles and picks up his bowl then. “Let me help you with dishes.”

“Oh you don’t have to!”

“You have witch magic for them?” You smile and giggle behind your glass, grabbing your bowl as well and carrying it in with him.

“I do, look…” You pop open the dishwasher. “Tada!”

Suguru snorts and laughs, the sound so pleasing to your ears you melt just a bit more for him, looking back over your shoulder and smiling. “I’ll grab the girls’ bowls.”

It’s quiet aside from the running water and the gentle clicking of the dishes as you rinse them, taking little sips while Suguru helps you pop them in the dishwasher, you shut it and start it, leaning against the counter and brushing your fingertips across the counter. It feels perfect having them in your home, you can’t really describe it.

You don’t want to scare him away completely, so you temper it a bit. “I loved having you over for dinner.”

“Yeah?” You nod shyly, the breeze from your little kitchen window blows in gently, tousling your hair around your face.

“You three are welcome any time, truly I get a little lonely since my sister moved out.”

“Where’d she move to?” Suguru brushes a little tendril back, fingers accidentally brushing your skin, you gasp out, teeth sinking into your lower lip to bite back an embarrassing noise. He falters, clearing his throat. “Was in your face, m’sorry.”

“No, no,” his hand falls and he takes a gulp nervously. “Don’t apologize, um she found her true love and moved out of state.”

“That’s cute.”

“I dated him.”

“Huh?” Suguru blinks in confusion, and you sigh, sipping a little more wine and eyeing the two sleeping little girls on the couch snuggling. “You dated him?”

“Everyone I date, they find their ‘true love’. It’s some curse, but don’t worry – even being near me means you’ll find it.”

Suguru laughs then and you glare. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” your lips pout now, looking down and sighing. “It really is true, she’ll fall right into your lap.”

“You’re not cursed,” he shakes his head a bit now. “You’re still young.”

“Twenty five and never dated longer than two weeks, that’s usually the magic number. They find their loves, don’t laugh!”

“That’s nonsense, how much of this curse do you believe?” He finishes his drink and takes both of your glasses, eyeing your pretty lip print on the glass, rinsing it and washing it for you.

“It’s all factual, I assure you, just wait.”

Suguru just laughs at you, and you wish it wasn’t real, but you’re absolutely sure some pretty girl will end up on his doorstep tomorrow.

You carry Mimiko as he carries Nanako over to his home once they’re tuckered out, she’s snuggling to your neck all cute and precious, when Suguru looks over at you in the moonlight you’re so pretty in that moment. All smiling against Nanako’s hair, the soft white light illuminating your skin, when he quietly shows you up to their room.

The entire house looks beautiful, all redone from the new vinyl plank to the soft gray paint on fresh drywall. The girls room is everything you’d dream of as a girl, so pretty and done up with their beds, both sides of the room have their own unique little touches too. Mimiko’s has darker colors, blacks and blues with plushies, Nanako’s room is brighter and sunnier, pastels and sunny yellows.

“Suguru it’s so pretty,” you whisper, eyeing the fairy lights dancing across their ceiling, it’s beautiful and swathed in color. Suguru beams with pride and it’s adorable, as he brushes back their hair and kisses their foreheads. “I want to live here.”

“I’ll make your place just as nice,” he promises, walking out of their room and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, the hallway is dark, still smelling of fresh paint. “You pick a color scheme and I’ll work with it.”

“You really don’t have to,” you murmur, as he’s suddenly too close to you, and you inhale his scent - fresh with just a hint of musk. “It’s not a problem to watch them, I enjoy them coming over.”

“Your kitchen is going to be a work of charity, it’s that bad.”

“Hey!” You playfully shove him by his chest “They aren’t that horrible!”

“Mhm,” his hands rest on your shoulders now, you’re trembling a bit. “You’re living fifty years in the past like a little time bubble.”

“Well maybe I like the seventies,” you tease, the wine warming your bloodstream and making your cheeks flush by his proximity. “It’s retro.”

“Ancient,” he corrects, tapping your nose then, making it scrunch just a bit, his breaths slowing down then, eyes drifting to your lips. “Does your nose twitch side to side too?”

“And you’re hating on retro…” you twitch it all cutely then, making him chuckle, as he brushes his thumb across your lips without thinking.

You’re too cute, your body so warm he can feel it with his fingertips burning through the softness of your sweater with his other hand. He swallows nervously – it’s been a long time since Suguru has been with someone, and he has vivid memories of stroking it to you last night, that ache worse in your presence.

You both just stand there, eyeing each other in the darkness of the hallway, your heart hammering in your ears, pulse racing in his neck, the two of you unsure of what to do, how to move. Him, nervous after years of being alone – you terrified that the moment you kiss him, he’ll be on his merry little way with a pretty new neighbor.

Was it a curse?

Was he the one you summoned that night?

You step a little closer, his hand slides to your waist, briefly brushing across the curve of your breast, your nipples press up aching and needy underneath that top, as he steps closer to you. He’s so tall your head falls back, his shadow overtaking yours when his lips are just a breath away, tickling your own and shooting hot desire from his big hand cupping your cheek.

You feel so small next to him, the feeling is heady, making you even more needy, but all the same so scared. 

Your lips part for him now, as he starts descending, your eyes flutter shut – imagining a first kiss, only for one of the girls to cry out suddenly. Suguru panics, pulling back and opening the door. You see Mimiko has had a bad dream, up hugging her knees then calling your name too.

“Oh,” you come to her and sit on the bed, Suguru watches carefully as you soothe her back to sleep. “It’s all right, sweetheart.”

He has never felt this.

Their mom passed a very long time ago, when they were born, so he hasn’t even seen someone with them, especially like you, making him long to capture that moment forever. Your gentle smile as if you’ve cast a spell of calm, he’d almost believe all of it if he wasn’t such a skeptic, that you calmed the very energy all around you all.

You look back and ease up finally, letting him walk you down the stairs to his door, opening it for you, letting the breeze sweep in over both of your overheated bodies, all flustered by the sensations of what had almost been a kiss. “Suguru… I’m not sure my budget on things-”

“I get great deals, I’ll just buy the materials.”

You blink then, shaking your head. “No, no that’s far too much for just some babysitting!”

“Really to see them like that? I…” He rubs the back of his neck, eyes so vibrant in that moment that you drown in their depths. “Worth anything.”

“Suguru…”

God, the way you say his name.

For every bit of him that wants to drag you up to his room and spread your thighs, bury himself in your cunt, another part of him is terrified to take it that far, too ruin something beautiful you have with his girls already. So he hesitates, instead kissing your forehead as sweetly as he does the girls, you let your eyes flutter shut, leaning in close to him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ll go over some options,” he says then, pulling back and brushing your tendrils back one more time. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Of course…”

You walk home and he watches you, waiting for you to wave at him, smiling and giggling when you walk inside, leaning back against the door.

Fuck you really, really like your neighbor, it’s past like really, a word you’re too terrified to think but that keeps echoing in your ears.

True love.

Love spell, amethyst eyes, dark hair, the smile – was Suguru Geto the man you conjured up as a little girl?

****

Suguru coming over every day almost to work on your house was far too attractive, shirtless and sweaty, while you dress the most skimpy you can, bouncing around and giggling. He acts nonchalant like he doesn’t notice, even when the girls are at school and he’s over, and you’ll lean and bend over to grab a tool for him, or a cold beer at the end of the day.

It’s easy being near you, that’s all Suguru keeps thinking, amusedly watching as you just accidentally let a strap slip off your shoulder, and he’ll adjust it right back for you, letting his fingers brush just a bit against your skin. You’d pout all cute, never directly saying what you want, though you make him jerk it every night to you like it’s just what he does now.

A routing, remembering every time you brush against him, as he starts to tear out your old ugly cabinets, replacing them piece by piece when he gets time – until it all starts to come together. What was an ugly yellow kitchen was now becoming a beautiful modern creation.

Suguru is great with his hands.

So great you can’t help but wonder how they’d feel against you, how those fingers feel inside your cunt, the thoughts alone make you touch yourself all night, knowing it’s hopeless, no matter what you try he just kisses your forehead, pats your head like you’re a little puppy.

He’s sweet, he’s caring and fun, the days blend into something that almost feels like family, the girls over constantly during the renovations, and you three get even closer than before. Showing them little healing potions and protection charms you all make for Suguru, it’s like they become more than neighbors.

They’re everything to you now.

In the span of a few months it’s become what you look forward to the most, quiet dinners after Suguru works so hard, the little talks as you catch glimpses of his life before he moved to this tiny town. A little vague and mysterious, he eventually shares more, so much more every day with you.

His wife that passed away, some of the pain he felt, a new love it was really snatched too soon. How hard it’s been alone with the girls, but how they have him wrapped around their fingers.

Yet you don’t realize one thing, because Suguru doesn’t show you yet.

You’ve got him under your spell, too.

Every time he grabs Boba for the girls, he grabs you one too, every time he gets some pretty little piece of jewelry they ask for, he makes sure to find something for you. Tiger’s eye, rose quartz, amethyst just like his eyes, wrapped in some expensive gold you know isn’t just casual.

Yet he doesn’t say it, not out loud, stopping himself every time he’d watch the girls hug you, so scared to ruin that for them.

Suguru’s not a perfect person, what if he messes up, what if you two end up done, and the girls suffer?

Yet how can he keep going on acting like he’s unbothered, like he doesn’t constantly think of you, intoxicated by your very presence, by the energy surrounding you just as much as he is your beauty, your humour, the determination as you pass by every day with your little herbs in your bag.

“Daddy, can we stay again for dinner!” Mimiko asks once things are complete almost in your kitchen – just a couple touch ups of paint to go.

“Well we don’t want to keep making-”

“Nonsense,” you bend down, hands on your knees as you get to eye level with the twins, smiling at each of them. “You all are welcome any time.”

Your eyes meet Suguru’s over the girls’ heads, smiling carefully, wondering if you should just stop trying. This isn’t some rom com, there’s no fix to your ‘curse’ truly, he may not have found a love yet, but he would.

You have to enjoy him while he’s here.

When Suguru eats with you all that night, he can hardly take his eyes off you, prompting Nanako to run up to you and whisper in your ear –

“That spell worked, dad is in love.” You laugh softly, entertaining her and whispering conspiratorily back.

“You and Mimiko are witches!"

She giggles with delight, and you feel his gaze, wondering just how long you have until he moves on, as the curse goes.

But that night as a kid keeps replaying in your head, picking those petals.

Amethyst eyes.

*****

“It’s all done,” Suguru says a couple of weeks later, nothing has happened since that night alone, when you two had been so close to kissing.

Was it the curse in action?

You panic a bit knowing he may not come over much anymore, plastering on a smile you don’t really feel. “It is all done! Suguru, how could I ever repay you, really? It’s all so beautiful…”

“No need to thank me, you’ve done so much for the girls,” he looks over to where they’re sleeping on your couch again, snuggled up all cute. “They love it here a little too much, huh?”

“I love them here too much,” you look up then, taking a breath for courage. “I love you all here too much.”

It’s quiet, then.

Suguru’s eyes lock on yours, wearing one of those thin little dresses and your big open sweater, he can see your nipples press up through that thin material, making him ache to suck them, to feel them. He’s barely able to keep his sanity, to keep his control anymore, so afraid to open up again…

That he may lose this chance, a chance at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, shaking your head and looking down at the sweet tea glass set on the table, condensation cooly dripping. The fan overhead does nothing to cool you down, neither does the sip of that golden iced tea, even if it’s cool outside – you’re burning up. “That’s too far.”

Suguru steps closer as you back a bit, into the kitchen, hidden in the darkness so that his shadow’s cast over yours along the wall. He cups your face carefully, like you’re special, like you’re so delicate, while his other hand grips a hip, his chest rising and falling with his nerves.

“I haven’t felt this in a long time… I haven’t ever felt this,” his words make you melt, your eyes blinking back tears while he gently speaks, his voice just a breathy whisper. “I want to break your ‘curse’ you think you have, okay?”

“The ‘never finding love’ curse?” He nods, smiling just a bit, you inhale his musky scent and let it fill your senses, his body heat seeping against yours.

Every breath, every movement, every look is special to him.

It’s you.

“But what if now that we… fall in love… you find your-”

Suguru kisses you quiet.

The first uninterrupted kiss from Suguru Geto was the sweetest thing you’ve ever had in your life.

It tastes of that sweet tea you’d brewed him, mixed with something distinctly Suguru. Like velvet against your tongue, your hands slipping up over his chest, slipping around his neck – fingers entwining in those silky locks. Your lips part, gasping as he slips his tongue in your mouth, slowly exploring the depths of it.

His kiss is slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world with you, not something that shocked you though, no, everything about that first kiss felt perfect, the warmth spreading through your body slowly, burning through your veins. The ache in your tummy was sweet and building, like the sugar on his lips from the drink, still just a little cool.

His hand comes to press on the small of your back, tugging you closer as Suguru loses himself in that moment, in this kiss. He’s moaning softly, pressing you against that table now, long fingers cupping your face while his head tilts, and the kiss gets hungry. You’re desperately arching, craving friction as his thigh presses up between your swollen folds, making your clit twitch as you start dripping.

He moans out softly, lifting you so quickly you gasp out, biting down on your lower lip to try to keep your noise down. His lidded eyes gaze down at you, your swollen lips and dilated pupils meeting his. “Should we slow down?”

“God no, I mean!?” He laughs softly, his hands slipping up the sides of your thighs and dimpling the skin under his touch, lips pressing over and over as you roll your hips, thighs now on either side of his. “Mmm, don’t slow down.”

“I’m not gonna stop if we keep going,” he whispers hoarsely, a hand behind you on that table, the cool wood pressed against your skin. “Been wanting you for too long.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” his lips press a hot trail down your neck, moaning softly against your neck, grinding you against his length underneath his jeans, watching your pretty eyes roll back. “Of course it’s you.”

Suguru’s kissing you again, sucking down your every bit of saliva like he’s thirsty for it, tongues dancing together with that deliberate slowness, his cock leaking and waiting to press up inside you, fill you. He’s aching to taste you everywhere, taste your sweet skin, your pretty cunt, the roundness of your breasts and those nipples pressing against his chest..

“This slutty little dress,” he murmurs then, shocking you for a moment at the change of tone. Your breath catches when he leans back, slipping the straps down your bare shoulders, the thin nylon flimsy as it falls. “You wear them to torture me, huh princess?”

“Princess,” you whisper softly, kissing him again when he lifts you in his arms like you’re nothing, walking you carefully towards your room, the door shutting behind you quietly, only for him to press you against it.

“Mhm…” He pulls back, holding you by your ass, your cunt dripping and needy. “Princess.”

“I’m more of a witch than a princess.”

Suguru chuckles and brushes your hair back ever so gently, leisurely, like he wants to savor every moment. Even as you arch and wriggle, craving his nearness, his touch, Suguru teases you with calloused fingers, rough from how he works with those hands across your skin. His fingers grip your hips, thumbs pressing your pelvis, your back against the door.

“A witch, hmm?” You giggle softly, looking up at him under your lashes, he lifts your dress up your hips now, slipping a finger inside your panties. “Well, little witch, you're just soaked."

“Mnh… you should know one thing about me,” you gasp as he laps his tongue against your neck, tracing the curve delicately. “Before we…”

“What is it?” You tremble as he presses you closer against him, carrying you over to your bed, unmade with so many pillows he has to shove them off, earning your soft breathy laugh. “Besides the fact you have a messy little room.”

“I didn’t know you’d be up here,” his lips trail across your collar bone, your hands entangle in his silky locks that are falling against your skin, caressing it while his fingers tug down your dress.

“Wearing the most easy little dresses to mess with me,” he slips it off in one motion, leaving you in just panties, exhaling when he sees your body. You should feel a little nervous but instead you’re arching for him, breasts begging for attention, as he studies you. “What do I need to know, hmm? Before I have you cumming so hard you fall apart for me?”

“Oh… mnh!” Suguru’s gripping those panties now, easing them down your trembling thighs, savoring every inch of your body with his darkened gaze. “Well… I may have made a love spell and… I think it was you.”

You expect him to laugh, but you’ve already woven so much magic in his life, he leans back, slipping off that soft sweater to show his body to you, those thick arms with bands tattooed around the biceps, flat brown nipples with those chest muscles pressing up. You suck in a breath when his gaze hits your cunt, watching it drip.

“You made a love spell, little witch?” He asks, stepping closer and undoing his belt, the clink echoing, opening it to reveal a hint of that dark patch of hair right above his cock. “What kind of spell?”

“I was young,” you sit up, a hand slipping down every rippling abdomen, hearing his soft moan in response as you trace every one, your hand tugging his zipper, looking up at him under his lashes. “Amethyst eyes. Dark hair. And a laugh, soft and deep. He’ll be loving and caring, want a family.”

Suguru halts then, his cock straining as you lower his boxers, he lets you watch it spring free, falling heavy and thick, leaking pretty pearly spurts. He sucks in a breath as you stroke him, leaning over and lapping some of it up with your tongue as he stands before you, hands entangling in your hair.

“A spell, I knew it,” he murmurs, while you wrap his tip with your lips and he tries not to bust then and there, moaning softly at the warmth of your mouth. “As addicted to you as I am.”

You pull back, saliva dripping down your lips now. “Addicted?”

His answer is pressing you down on that bed, hovering over you, big hands taking over every inch of your body. “You think I don’t notice every little thing you do? Hah…” he laughs softly, shaking his head, scooching you up your bed so that he can lay between your thighs, his body laying hot over you. “Show me a little spell then, let me see.”

“Yeah? You sure you won’t get spooked?” you raise a brow, he shakes his head. “I’m not the best witch but…”

You see flowers by your bed, the ones the girls had picked and brought over because he thought they were pretty. You lean up on your elbows, concentrating and moving your fingers, Suguru watches as you make them swirl up.

“Oh shit,” he watches in wonder, he’d had a feeling you were the one doing the leaves, but this just confirms it all, you let them fall gently, grinning over at him now. “You got impossibly sexier.”

You giggle but it’s cut off when he’s all over you, your bare cunt soaking his abdomen in need, making it slick. Suguru’s whispering your name mixed with – little witch – mouth trailing kisses down the valley between your breasts, mouth bolder, hands kneading the soft flesh of your tits. You arch and whimper out, just how good he feels, descending lower and lower.

Those raven tresses brush against your bare thighs, hand pressing on your tummy where there’s so much pressure, until he’s nestled his shoulders between your spread thighs, breath ghosting your clit. It jumps at attention when he parts your lips with two fingers, watching that drool just pool out of your little hole now.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, your thighs are shaking, breaths coming in little pants while your hands clench his shoulders – nails pressing into his skin. “Look at you.”

“Sugu what are – ah!” He’s pressed a filthy kiss right on your hood, tongue dipping in a tease just to gather some of that slick, you’re gripping his shoulders so hard they leave marks, body trembling underneath him in need.

“I’m gonna taste your pretty cunt,”  he murmurs, cooing almost and smirking as he strokes your folds with his two fingers, the backs of them brushing up and down your slit. “See how many times you cum, but…”

He puts your hand on your mouth, and you nod.

“Stay a little quiet for me this time, but as soon as I have you alone? You’ll scream so much you can’t even talk.”

Fuck.

You’re soaking wet and hot when his fingers tease up that slit again, making you jerk with the touch, your free hand grips his hair, hips arching up. “Yeah, you want it princess? My mouth?”

“Please…” You whisper then, gasping and covering your mouth once more when he makes his first filthy lick, from your drooling hole to your teeny little clit, groaning out at your taste.

“Fuck, sweeter than anything,” he’s sinking two fingers inside you, and he curls them just right, while his tongue flicks that clit, making stars explode behind your eyelids.  

"Fuck," you whimper right back, barely able to keep it down, biting on your lower lip and looking at the amethyst eyes you’ve dreamed of, already pussy drunk off a couple sips of your messy cunt. “Ngh…”

“S’tight, f-fuck…” Suguru’s losing his calm, lazy demeanor, pumping your cunt up and down with so much pressure you can’t take it. “That’s it, you’re taking them so well, even though it’s such a stretch.”

“Mhm!” Your answer is a jerky little nod, as you writhe underneath him, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat while he sucks your clit in his hot mouth, juices just pouring down his pretty face.

“Too tight,” he whispers, your cunt gripping his fingers like a vise, he eases the strokes, flicking his tongue up and down your clit over and over, pushing you over the brink, you cling to the blankets to try to stay stable. 

“It’s… been a while,” you admit breathlessly, arching into his touch, hearing the embarrassing squelching of your cunt just echoing in your quiet room, his eyes lock with yours then, his fingers curling as he speaks – methodical, knowing just where to press inside you.

“For me too,” he admits, you’re surprised then, lips opening and closing like you just don’t know what to say. “You’re worth waiting for, would fucking drown in it, die just like this.”

“Sugu…” He pauses at the nickname, the affection tearing at his chest before he dives back down, lifting your ass up and dragging you even higher as his mouth descends, sealing over your clit with ruthless suction – slurping sounds obscene.

You’re slamming a hand down on your mouth, back arching, your tits bouncing as he watches you under dark lashes, mouth ruining you right with his thick fingers. Your cunt spasms around them as you’re closer and closer, and he can simply feel it, you don’t have to say the words.

Suguru knows you’re cumming.

He pulls back for a quick breath with strings of saliva and your arousal dripping between your cunt and his swollen mouth, eyeing you fucking hungrily while his cock presses against your matress, just aching for release. Suguru works you relentlessly, knowing every part of you like he’s the magical one, and you’re barely able to keep in any way quiet.

Your hips shift and move side to side so much he pins them, your thighs on his shoulders while his tongue moves in broad, flat strokes up your slit and then quick flicks on your clit, mixing with a sharp little nip of his teeth that makes your eyes roll back in your skull. Your toes curl and press into the soft blankets as that tension tightens in your tummy, pushing you right over the edge.

“Cum,” he orders softly, and how can’t you, when he adds his fingers back inside you – three now with one just barely inside at the fingertip, thickness just stretching you obscenely right along with his tongue relentless on your clit.

Of course you cum, of course you shatter.

You have to cling to him with one hand – nails pressing in and leaving crescent moons on his skin, as those fingers fuck you right with his tongue’s rhythm, your eyes shut as the release rocks you, and Suguru drinks it all up, lapping every squirt of arousal gushing as you scream into your palm.

It’s so hot, like the room is suddenly a humid summer afternoon, with the sweat dripping as it rushes through your veins. He presses every bit of that orgasm out of you, greedy and smirking when he finally pulls back just a bit, watching you twitch and whine out, your cunt still shooting up his forearm with those spasms.

“One,” you gasp out.

“One!?”

“Need more, so much fuckin’ more,” your eyes roll back once more as his mouth is lapping at your now messy, sloppy cunt. "Look at me."

The order, soft and lazy like his previous kisses makes you snap your eyes open quickly. Hair damp with sweat clings just a bit in strands to your brow, as he watches the little mess he’s made you, dying to fuck into you.

But he wants that first stroke for you to cum right around him, to milk his cock – he can’t wait to put so much cum deep inside you.

“Wanna see those pretty eyes when they roll back f'me,” he’s back down, fingers scissoring now past the point of overstimulation while his tongue keeps flicking faster and faster. “Mmm…”

He can’t help but almost cum just from your sweetness, like your cunt is just as magical as all of you, heady and addictive. His fingers and tongue along your already sensitive and swollen clit is too much, you barely remember to hold back your cries as your back arches off the bed, and Suguru Geto is drinking your squirting release like a man dying of thirst.

He finally lets go of his suction, seeing the weak and boneless mess he’s made of you and relishing in it, kisses just a little softer and easier now, his soft laugh making you jerk. “Need something, little witch?”

“Inside me,” you gasp out then, he languidly kisses your inner thighs, teasing and ghosting his breath and relishing in how you react. “Please, f-fuck…”

“Needy witch,” he leans up finally, face embarrassingly coated in you, arms on either side while his fingers ease out with a messy pop. He puts those fingers to his mouth, not wasting a single drop of your perfect cunt, as you watch him, lips parted, cunt spurting out even more as you eye his pretty, thick cock again. “Need my cock inside, three fingers not enough?”

Your answer is to yank at him, tugging him up your body, and kissing him deep and messy, not the ease he takes kissing you – no.

You’re frantic, desperate, never having felt anything like the pleasure he’s just brought you, tasting yourself on his tongue as he drools right in your mouth and moans out. His cock is heavy and hot against your inner thigh, decorating your skin in pretty little patterns, spurts of white trailing down as your fingers slip down his body.

You grip his cock in your little hand, earning his choked out breath, moving them up and down as he moans, losing control at the feeling of your fist. He lets you position it against your slick cunt, rubbing it up and down that messy slit that just echoes with every movement.

“Want me to cum inside you, huh?” He asks, husky and deep, his eyes gone black and narrowed lazily, while his fingers are digging into the meat of your hips. “I won’t leave that perfect little cunt once I’m in there.”

“I want it,” you say – even as you’re blushing in the dark. “Fuck me Sugu, please.”

Your little plea ruins him.

He lines himself up, kissing you again slow and gently, as he presses that thick head against your soaked hole – even so wet and ready it’s tight and gripping him so good he almost busts inside. He curses quietly, just holding there, no amount of jerking his cock to you prepared him for this, for the way your cunt grips him with that tight ring of muscles.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” he says hoarsely, and pushes in slowly, stretching you wide and deeper than even his thick fingers could ever manage. Suguru is thick, and far bigger than you’ve had.

You cry into his mouth and try to take him, feeling that fullness from just an inch or two, pretty blushed tip just leaking and pressing on that spongy spot in your walls. “Ah!”

“Shh, relax f’me,” he orders, as your legs are locking around his hips, trembling. “Relax, princess.”

“Witch,” you tease, managaing to laugh ever so softly, when he pulls back and smirks.

“Be a good witch,” he taunts softly – then he fills you completely, inch by thick inch buried inside your cunt so deep. “And take all of me. Can you?”

You nod even as you’re completely unsure, your cunt milking him instantly for all he’s got, as he pulls back and lifts your hips up, moaning at the sight of your tummy just bulging with him. “Fuck,” he groans out at the sight. “Look at us.”

You do just that, heating up at the sight and gasping out, watching it move when his cock just drags along your inner walls, the ones that spasm as hips snap forward sharply.

“Mnhh!”

“That’s it,” he murmurs as he bottoms out, grinding his hips so that he’s leaned back over you, hairs tickling and pressing your twitchy, oversensitive clit. You try to breathe, to take him, nails sinking into his well muscled back and scratching. “Can you take me really fucking you?”

“I can… I can…” He teases more, just rolling his hips, letting you adjust to his sheer massive size, smirking a bit as you wriggle – finally gasping out – “Move, please. W-want you to.”

“Anything for my pretty witch,” he whispers, as he pulls out slowly, dragging himself against your spot, making you whine at the loss before slamming back in hard. “Feel you takin’ me, s’good….”

“Ngh!” Your pornographic moan rips from your throat when he lifts your thighs, his dark hair falling across your breasts, eyes locking.

You take his breath away.

He takes your breath away.

There’s this moment, this perfect moment where your eyes meet, and everything that’s ever not made sense does.

His hands press up your thighs, leaning over you and giving you the sweetest kiss, as if he realizes it to.

Then…

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin you, princess, gonna be my little witch,” his words barely make it to your ringing ears when he begins to really move.

Suguru Geto is no longer lazy and teasing - no he’s fucking into you at a brutal pace, thrusts fast and hard and just filthy as you’re so wet it’s mesys, it’s damn near embarassing. Sliding in easier and easier with each push, balls slapping on your ass harder and harder, the smacking and squelching sounds mixing with your muffled little cries, his lips swallowing them as he folds you in half.

You’re whining out desperately into his lips, already close to shattering again underneath him, when he moans your name and pauses, biting your neck and letting your thighs fall to the side. “Turn over.”

You’re eager to obey, turning around and pressing your ass up in the air for him, pretty cunt already pushing out his milky cum, earning his desperate moan as he runs his fingers up and down your slit. 

“That’s it, been fuckin’ dreamin’ about you,” Suguru says, all needy now as he grabs your hips, bringing your ass against him. “Use that pillow, you’re gonna need it like this.”

You take his hand and he obeys, shoving you into those pillows and beginning to fuck you from the back – so deep it’s painful, your cries muffled against the bed while his cock works, slamming inside of you and bruising your cervix. His leaky tip is just pouring spurts onto your cervix as he leans over you, prone position.

“Need to see your face,” he murmurs, studying you with his thumb slipped inside your mouth to keep you hushed. “Pretty little witch, gonna take all this cum?”

“Y-yes, yes - ngh!” He slams his mouth on yours to drink your cries, your orgasm wrecking you, blackness making you dizzy as he starts stuttering his hips, murmuring your name over and over.

“Take all of it, hah - can you?”

You’re nodding, biting down on his fist he offers as he slams into you one last time, burying himself against your snug cervix, hot white ropes just flooding you, hot and thick. You clench around him in response, pushing your own pleasure over the edge, both of you falling off it.

“S-Sugu…” You’re trembling, your cunt still milking every drop, you’re breathless, dizzy, when he collapses on top of you, still buried deep inside, his breath tickling your neck in hot little pants.

“Fuck…” He’s kissing across your shoulder, teeth nipping teasingly, hands roaming your body greedy, like he wants to remember every moment. “Good girl.”

You giggle and blush,  as you both pant against each other’s skin. His lips find yours again in a slow, lazy kiss, tasting of sweat and sex.

“I mean good witch,” he murmurs against your mouth, he tugs you to him on your side now. Studying you as you both come down. “I actually believe you now.”

“I told you, but I'm like… diet witch? Witch lite?” He chuckles and shakes his head, your hand rests over his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath your palm. He's still embarrassingly sliding out of your hole slowly, dripping onto his thigh.

“I want to break your curse,” Suguru Geto says lovingly, holding you close against him while his hands move soothingly up and down your back. You look up at him, tremulously smiling, tears swimming and making your vision blur.

“You do?” You ask, leaning up to kiss that cleft on his chin, your own hands pressed on his chest.

“I do, your little spell more than worked,” you giggle, feeling blissful in his arms, sticky hot cum dripping down your thighs, you’re languid as he pulls you so close, feeling so safe and right with him. “Got me bad, too.”

“Mimiko and Nanako helped,” you admit, giggling again. “They did another spell for us.”

“I’m raising witches?” His brow rises and he observes your grin. “So I’ll have a family full of witches then?”

“Call it a coven,” you whisper, kissing his hand and taking it, pressing it against your chest. “You’ve already got a witch's heart.”

“Three witches with me wrapped around their fingers,” you’re crying then, he swipes a tear with his fingertips, studying you and sighing now. “I didn’t think I’d ever find…” He trails off.

“Love.” You finish, carefully, quietly.

He nods, swallowing nervously now, before pressing you on your back, hand sliding up the curvature of your frame achingly slow. You’re sore and throbbing from him, as he brushes your cunt again, feeling your cunt twitch around him and smirking now.

“I do love you, little witch,” he whispers against your ear, lips tickling the shell of it. “Fallen in love from your spell.”

“Well I summoned you,” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “I did!”

“I kind of believe you…” He leans up and tilts your chin with two fingers, tears slip from the corners of your eyes.

“I love you, Suguru Geto. I want you and them to stay… for as long as you ever want to.”

“Oh my pretty witch,” he leans up and presses against you again, cock coated in your entrance, it spasms – already fucked out and sore, but needy for more. “I’m never letting you go.”

As he enters you achingly slow, and you lose yourself under his heavy weight, you realize that curse wasn’t a curse at all.

You were just meant to wait for him –

for the boy with amethyst eyes.

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And in an instant, he had you pegged. Planned out his play as you looked past him. Or, over him. 

You were someone he might’ve slept with. Heels clicking as you walked up to the main entrance, pausing to give someone who was playing guitar on the sidewalk some cash between buildings, smiling all pretty before you shrugged your purse over your shoulder and hurried inside. 

Sure, he couldn’t pull his usual tricks on you. Slide up to you or slip you his number, call you doll or pretty, until you were giggling and grinning up at him. 

But who said he couldn’t find another way to win you over? And win himself somewhere warm to sleep while he was at it? He perked up, an idea brewing in his lemon-sized brain. 

He supposed he’d find out pretty soon if you were a dog person. 

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You heard of the cat distribution service before. Giggled at the idea of the universe hanging you a pet on a silver platter like that. But the green-eyed shaggy beast barking in front of you felt a little more like a cosmic joke. 

Did the dog distribution service exist? And if it did, why the hell had it decided you were capable of taking care of this? 

All you were attempting to do was go back down the street after a particularly grueling shift, but this…stray was prowling around as if it were waiting for you. Padding back-and-forth on dirty paws, leaving muddy prints on the concrete as you glanced around for an owner you already knew didn’t exist. 

He wasn’t wearing a collar – and judging by the fact you could see a couple ribs poking out, you doubted he’d been fed anything outside of scraps for a while. 

“Hi, puppy,” you tried to greet him, holding your hand out for him to sniff. Tilting your head to the side while you cringed at the idea this hulking thing could possibly be a puppy. He was too big, dark scraggly fur sticking up, his coat dirty from living on the street for however long he’d been living out here. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d even seen a stray dog around here. Let alone one this large. 

Was he someone’s pet they tossed out when he grew past puppy size? One that escaped and scrounged to survive? 

He curiously came up, his long tongue sticking out and dragging over your fingers. It was kinda gross, struggling not to cringe outwardly this time before you wiped his slobber off on your pencil skirt. Glancing around as if someone else wearing an ‘I LOVE DOGS’ shirt would waltz up and take him in so you didn't have to.

“I don’t have any food for you,” you apologetically murmured, ignoring the snickering of another one of your coworkers brushing past you and the mutt rubbing his nose against your skirt. 

He let out a low ruff, and you couldn’t tell what he was trying to communicate. 

Still, you were convinced he would lose interest after a block. Or two. But he was still trailing after you by the time you finally reached your apartment. 

“You can’t come in,” you protested at first, frowning at him yipping and pawing at your heels. You bit your lap, looking around to see if anyone else was around before almost immediately caving in and opening the door to the lobby for him. He rubbed his head against your legs, but followed your lead up to the back stairwell, keeping up with you until you reached your front door. 

Were you a fool for letting some mangy thing inside your place? 

Probably, yeah. 

But you told yourself this was a temporary thing. God knows you couldn’t afford the additional pet deposit you’d need to pay to keep him. Or the dog toys and food required to keep an animal this big well-fed. And honestly? 

You were too lazy to find the time to walk him every day. 

He’d need what? At least an hour? A few miles? 

You’d give him a few days, a week maybe. You’d have to take him to a vet too, get him checked out to see if he had a chip or anything. Afterwards, you could look up animal shelters nearby, but if those were full, you could try posting online to see if he was anyone’s missing pet. 

A lot of work for…what? 

Some stray? 

He looked up at you with those dark green eyes, and you noticed a strange scar stretching over his lip, still visible through his fur, all jagged and rough. It was enough to tug on your heartstrings, squeezing it just hard enough that you only sighed as you unlocked your front door, barely beginning to push it open before he was barralling his way in. 

Most of the mud on his paws had come off on the walk here at least, only leaving little marks of dirt as he padded into your living room, looking around almost critically. Eyes shifting from your couch to the tv hanging a little lopsided on your wall, quickly locating the adjoining kitchen and heading in the direction of your fridge.

Greedy thing, wasn’t he? 

He barked, trying to get your attention. 

Surely, if he knew what a fridge was, knew where to go, he had to belong to somebody, right? Maybe you would only have to play dogsitter for a day or two if someone was out there missing him. You’d have to keep an eye out tomorrow for posters on lampposts, fingers crossed that you’d get a reward for being a good samaritan.

You kicked off your heels, following your new friend over to your fridge. 

He was pawing at it, practically whining, and another prick of guilt got you. Pierced into your soul, disappointed in yourself for already thinking about how fast you could get rid of him while the poor thing was staring. 

“Do you like steak?” You asked, not sure what else you could feed him that you already had on hand. The steak was supposed to be for a date later this week, a guy you had sorta been seeing for the past few weeks. 

You offered to cook for him, already got the ingredients, but you supposed you would just have to go to the store for another one – and pick up some actual dog food there too. 

The dog was nodding, head moving up-and-down, as it was actually answering, and you giggled a little. 

He was kinda cute. In a scraggly way. 

Like the type of guy you swore you could fix. On the bright side, you could fix him. Fatten him up with some real food. Get him some proper exercise. Maybe a dog bed for him to stay comfy until you found him a new (or old) home. 

“Suppose I should name you for now,” you murmured, getting down on his level. Not quite nose-to-nose, his surprisingly intelligent stare locking onto you.

He barked, and if you could almost believe he was trying to tell you a name when he was making eye contact like this. 

But dogs couldn’t talk. And unfortunately for him, you weren’t all that creative. You went with the first (and not very fitting) name your brain came up with as you reached out to pet his scraggly fur. 

“What about Fluffy?” 

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“Good boy.” 

How fucking frustrating. 

Toji was not a good boy. The number of bounties on his human body could probably vouch for that. Actually, anyone who ever met him would fucking agree that he was about as far as he could get from the definition of good. 

He was a bad, bad man. One who would most certainly be much happier out there murdering people than having his paws shoved inside a fucking pet sweater before having a goddamn green collar fastened around his neck, a leash attached.

If he could scowl, he would be right now, regretting every bad decision that led him here. 

(Although as much as he hated to admit it, the sweater was kinda comfy.) 

“C’mon, Fluffy,” you purred, scratching behind his ear in a way that reflexively had him leaning into your hand, unable to control the canine whimper that came from his throat as you managed to make that infuriating itch that had been bothering him disappear. 

Perhaps he picked the wrong woman. 

You let him in. Fed him. But it was like you were trying to irritate him, piss him off with your cutesy nickname and condescending baby talk. Completely clueless, convinced you were doing a good deed by taking care of him. 

“We’re going on a walk,” you spoke softly, pulling lightly on his leash to get him to follow you. 

He barked back, trying to communicate that he didn’t fucking feel like it, that it was far too early in the morning to make him get up, the sun barely up before you were attempting to force him off of your couch. 

Wasn’t it bad enough that he was collared and leashed? Contained in the body of a canine? 

Toji didn’t know how long he could take it. 

Sure, the steak you fed him was great. The warmth of your apartment, the coziness of your couch, that was all fine.

But putting up with you? And this? 

He whined, resisting as you exhaled hard, rolling your eyes at him. 

“You’re going to be stuck here all day,” you huffed. “Don’t you need to like, piss?”

Toji grimaced, his grumbling only coming out in low barks as he begrudgingly let you lead him to the front door. Your purse was tucked over your shoulder, plastic shopping bags sticking out of it as you plucked your keys free. 

He had learned a few things about you over the past fourteen hours. 

You were smart, sharp enough to look a little suspicious at his human-ish behavior. He had to do a few circles, sniff around the furniture to shake your stare after he scarfed down the steak and wiped his mouth on one of your hand towels before getting shocked by his own reflection looking back at him in the oven. 

Growling a little, disturbed at the thought he made an ugly mutt. 

Affectionate too, in an easy way. Rubbing his head and scratching underneath his chin every time you so much as brushed against him. 

But you were still a fool. 

Just stupid enough to see a stray and let it sleep with you. 

Well, adjacent to you. 

Shutting him out of your bedroom, leaving him to crash on your couch, curled up in the corner, eyes shutting from exhaustion before he could stop himself. He didn’t mean to doze off – but he couldn’t control it. After so long scrounging for survival, his body refused to stay awake any longer, bones worn, limbs terribly tired as dreams washed over him. 

In them, he was human again, but still here. 

Staring down at a sleeping dog in front of him, paws hanging off the couch and snoring while he scoffed. 

What the fuck was he doing? 

How the hell was he supposed to get back to his own body? 

There were still things he had to do. Debt to be paid and bets to be made. 

His life wasn’t good. Had never really been. But it was still his to live. 

Toji flexed his fingers, trying to hold onto the feeling of having them before he found himself snapping back into his dog form – like some rubber band snapping and rebounding him back into the proper place. 

He didn’t get the chance to protest. 

Why did he expect anything different? 

The world wasn’t kind to him. Why would it cut him a break now? 

This was as good as it was going to get. 

Maybe the universe was telling him to be grateful or some stupid bullshit like that – reminding him that even his strength could be humbled and stolen from him. Reduced down to a dog wearing a sweater, stuck on the leash of a woman who would go on to marry some small-dicked loser and have a picket fence life without half the worries he had. 

Who would never know blood and death the way he did. Protected by the sorcerers he was contracted to kill.  

“Are you really gonna fight me on this?” You pouted, stomping one of your heels as you gave another small tug at his leash. 

He shook his head, and you blinked back surprise again, eyes narrowing before you swallowed hard. Accepted it as a little quirk, or whatever you had to tell yourself before letting it go at that. Leading him back down the hall, down the stairs, taking him back to the sidewalk and the streets he’d been prowling for the past couple weeks. 

“See,” you murmured softly. “It’s not that bad.” 

Yeah, it was, but he couldn’t argue with you the way he wanted to. 

It was cold on his paws, the wind nipping at his nose, and you were barely hiding your shiver under your coat in the early morning air. 

You had the decency to turn your back when he did his, uh, business. 

The whole thing felt intimate – in a way he despised. How you would bend down to speak quietly to him, how your fingers felt running through his scruff. The way the tips of them would skim over his jaw as your eyes locked onto his. 

If he was better, less self-centered, perhaps he’d stop to appreciate the fact you still spoke to him, even when he was only a dog. But you didn’t know he was really a human like you. 

Actually, not really like you. 

You were supposed to be nothing. You weren’t a sorcerer. Didn’t belong to a clan. There wasn’t even enough money in your purse to really have a place in his normal life. 

The paths you were both on should have stayed separate. Never crossing, never intertwining. You were weak. 

And you were still the one person who stopped for him. 

“Guess I need to get you to a vet tomorrow,” you sighed, standing up straight and looking left back towards your apartment. “I’ll take you out for another walk after work.” 

And you did. 

The whole day by himself, padding around an empty apartment of a stranger, dozing off on the floor and fighting his animal impulses to find out how chewable your shoes and furniture were, it was kind of lonely. 

Toji thought he knew what loneliness was. How it felt to be by himself, to not have anyone to talk to or turn to. But it wasn’t like this. Nowhere to go and nothing to do, nothing but his own morbid thoughts. 

He was almost relieved to hear your key turn in the door. Showing up with a big bag of food, arms full with a comfy cushion big enough for him to sleep on and a bag of dog toys, setting up his bed next to your own and patting it softly before you peeled off your clothes to put on pajamas. 

He was sleazy, sure. 

But this time, he turned around, paws sinking into the soft cushion instead of staring at the bare expanse of your skin when your top came off. Didn’t watch you change or take the easy opportunity to see a pretty girl strip right in front of him. 

It didn’t feel right. 

He slept on the floor, shoving down the depressingly long day before you were walking over to him. Getting down on your knees, rubbing his back and resting your head on top of his. 

“Good night.” 

When was the last time someone had actually wished him that? 

He was struck by the strange sensation pricking underneath his fur and skin that it felt nice to hear. 

Truly, Toji loathed how easy it was to get used to this.

How long did it take? 

Not nearly enough for him to find justification. 

Even if his days stretched out far longer lately. 

When did it happen exactly? How did getting his head scratched go from irritating to intoxicating? When did he start catching his tail wagging waiting for you to get back home? Or listening on the rare occasions where you patted for him to jump up and join you in bed at night? How he couldn’t control his impulses when it came to sniffing and licking your face the next morning? 

Looking forward to the way you would sleepily stroke his fur, yawning and snuggling him close. 

“Sweet boy,” you murmured, lazily throwing an arm around his torso. 

He’d been called a lot of things. 

Evil. Broke. Awful. 

Never sweet. Never anything carrying an even remotely positive connotation before you unless it was just about his looks. 

You took him to the vet, but he saw the way your brows knitted together when they scanned him for a chip and couldn’t find one. They offered to vaccinate him, but all it took was a few barks, whining and resisting for you to quickly decline and take him back home. Grumbling on the way back about needing to put up posters or make found dog posts online, but you didn’t do either. 

Just turned the tv on and gestured for him to join you yet again, letting him get up on the couch as you sighed and scrolled through shows, glancing over at him every so often, tilting your head to the side in a way that was almost annoyingly cute. 

He wanted to know what you were thinking. 

What was going on in your head when you looked at him like that. 

But the days ended how they usually did, with you returning back to your own bed, leaving him to his dreams. 

Ones where he was human again – where he wasn’t stuck being your pet and eating fucking kibble and taking pisses in the street. Where he would actually be able to hold someone again. 

Toji just didn’t realize he had started to think about holding you until the world reminded him that he couldn’t. 

Watching you hurry around your apartment after work the next day, shutting him out of your bedroom just to step back out in a ridiculously tiny dress five minutes later. One that clung to your chest, stuck to your skin and rode up your thighs. 

“I’m gonna be home late tonight, Fluffy,” you sighed, pulling at the hem of it as you slipped into your heels. You were even wearing more makeup than usual, the gloss on your lips catching the light as they parted apologetically. 

He barked, and if he could, he’d tell you not to fucking think about it. 

That you should really just stay here with him.

It was absurd. Simply absurd that he was attached to you like that. 

He wasn’t supposed to be attached to anyone. To need somebody other than himself. To count on your company like that. 

“I know,” you sympathetically sighed, bending down to cup his face. 

When you touched him like that, he almost felt human again. Almost felt like you were actually seeing him. 

But he was just a fucking dog to you. 

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“Do you like dogs?” 

Your date coughed a little, wine dribbling down down his lips as he cleared his throat and used his napkin to wipe it off. 

“Do you have one?” He asked, forcing a smile that made you feel awkward as you took the last bite of the dessert he insisted on ordering. 

You postponed your date from before, but he suggested making a dinner reservation at some upscale restaurant that made you feel shy, a little guilty about ordering off the pricey menu when you had originally wanted to cook for him before. 

The discomfort only grew at how incompatible you were slowly starting to think you might be. 

“I sorta took in a stray,” you shrugged, dropping the fork down on the plate. He nodded along, placing a credit card over the receipt as you tried to judge where the rest of tonight was headed. If you should offer for him to come back to yours. 

Honestly, despite the not-so-great date, you were dying to get laid. 

To feel the warmth of something that wasn’t furry or inanimate. To be touched and adored, even if it was only for a few moments. Just a night where you were taken care of, treasured. 

Although, the barking beast probably snoozing on his bed back home might pose a problem judging by the way your date was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. 

He was a coworker, professional enough that you had never thought he was remotely interested in you until he politely declared that he'd like to go on a date with you a month ago, formally admitting his feelings for you had grown through break room chats and meetings. 

Nanami was cute. All serious and steady. The sort of guy it would be easy to picture a future with. He definitely did his taxes – probably had his retirement half paid for already, a future mapped in five-year plans. 

“Oh?” He asked, with just enough curiosity to help you work up the courage to ask your next question, thick fingers somehow still managing to hold a wine glass delicately. 

“You could come meet him?” 

How terribly could it go? 

Fluffy was a little feral. But he didn’t bark or try to bite the people you passed by when you took him on walks. 

So you hadn’t exactly anticipated how territorial he’d act after only living with you for a couple weeks. 

Silence greeted you back in your apartment, pushing the door opening and calling out to him. Laughing a little at Nanami’s wry comment about your naming abilities and letting your hands skim over his broad chest, the button-up clinging to it as the sound of paws padding towards you made you turn. 

Your dog started growling the second he saw Nanami next to you. 

A low sound, from the deepest part of his throat, rolling as you protectively stepped in front of him and scoffed. 

“Don’t be like that,” you scolded your pet, sighing and shaking your head with disapproval. “C’mon, Nanami.” 

“Kento,” he corrected you, but when you glanced back, his focus was on Fluffy. Amber eyes narrowed, lines forming between his brows as he watched your dog get low to the ground and continue howling with his own disgust. 

“We can go back to my bedroom,” you murmured, interlacing your fingers with him and leading him past your pet, keeping yourself between the two of them before you shut the door behind you. 

Neither of you even got past taking your shoes off, or even peeling a single article of clothing off, only your purse getting the chance to hit the floor. His hand had just cupped your face, the sharp slope of his nose nudging against yours as he leaned in for a kiss when a loud thump interrupted. 

Fluffy was throwing the whole fucking weight of his body against the door, barking and whining at being shut out. 

“He’s not usually like this,” you muttered, embarrassment edging in at how much you sounded like one of those dog owners who swore their dogs never bit when they definitely did. 

“Maybe next time we could go back to my place,” he lightly said, even when he was actively grimacing and glancing back to where the whole frame was shaking from the force of your dog acting like a dick.

Crack. 

Wood splintered. The frame gave out, hinges creaking as a large hole suddenly burst through the center. 

You stared at your now utterly destroyed door. 

“What the hell?” You hissed, glancing down at your dog on the other side through the dog-shaped crater, wood chips in his fur and scattered on the floor. He was baring his sharp teeth, growling at the man behind you. 

“I don't think he likes me very much,” Nanami dryly commented, and you couldn't even protest. 

Just blinking at the huge mess you'd have to clean up as you numbly attempted to collect a shred of composure and higher reasoning not to completely lose it at the dog still trying to break into your bedroom to what? 

Attack your date? 

“Perhaps it would be better if I left,” Nanami muttered, right as Fluffy started barking even louder through the broken and splintered wood. 

“You don’t have to-” You weakly protested, but he had made up his mind. 

And you had sealed your fate of not getting fucked tonight the second you suggested coming back here. 

You had to slip out of the door first, hardly managing to hold Fluffy back by his collar as your date hurried back out. Except, at the last second, he slipped from your grip, bounding across the living room in large strides and half-launching himself off the couch just for his canines to sink into the calf of your blond coworker. Ripping a hole in the tan fabric but thankfully not actually breaking his skin, only stopped by Nanami grabbing him by the collar and prying him off before he could. 

“Holy shit, I'm so sorry,” you started frantically apologizing, rushing to grab him and hold him back, rambling that you'd buy him a new pair of pants.

Nanami politely muttered something about seeing you in the office again on Monday, dusting off his now ripped pants with more professionalism than you think you could ever fucking muster as you contemplated finding a new job so you wouldn't have to face a break room conversation apologizing for your dog assaulting his slacks. 

The door shut too hard behind him, and you were left alone with your still-growling stray. 

“I swear to fucking God, if you try to break the front door, I'll drop you back off where I found you,” you threatened, only letting go of the collar when he stopped. But then he was pacing, making unhappy circles and looking at you like you were the one that had committed some grave sin. 

What the fuck were you supposed to do now? 

Buy a dog crate? A new door? Try to call around shelters again to see if any of them had suddenly become available to take him? 

Despite how pissed you were, how the disappointment and anger felt like it was boiling and bubbling underneath your skin, the thought of dropping him off somewhere and condemning him to being put to sleep or stuck somewhere for months without anyone to take him in kinda scared you.

You didn't want that to happen to him. 

Even if part of you hated him right now for this. 

Silently fuming when you stomped back into your bedroom, stripping down and huffing to yourself as you yanked pajamas from your dresser. Tossing them on and snatching your purse back up, rummaging through it for your phone to send an obligatory apology text before scanning through your contacts for someone to complain to. 

Calling one of your friends as you sat on the edge of your bed, listening to the phone ring and the sound of paw pads pacing in the living room drifted through the gaping hole in your door. 

“I thought you were on a date right-”

“My dog tried to fucking bite him,” you groaned into the phone, putting her on speaker before pulling up your browser to start searching for solutions for your current dog problem. 

What would a responsible adult do? 

You regretted not going along with your first plan, for putting your search for a proper place for him to stay on pause is it because you'd grown a little fond of the feral thing, procrastinating doing all those things you swore you'd take care of after they couldn't find a chip. 

“That sucks,” your friend sighed with you, and the sound of a loud thud forced you to push off the bed and venture back into your living room, carefully stepping over the remains of your door as you peered at the lamp he knocked over. 

At least Fluffy had the decency to look semi-guilty this time, attempting to nudge it back into place with his nose as you felt some invisible vein throb across your forehead. 

You tucked your phone between your ear and your shoulder, squatting down to pick it up and fix it without looking at him. 

“You still there?” 

“Yeah, he's just making another mess,” you muttered, feeling defeated at the thought this was nothing compared to the other big repair this place would need. Worn by the past few weeks. Maybe you just weren't cut out for pet ownership. “I just wanted to get laid tonight.” 

“God, I feel you there,” she giggled back, but your mood felt stuck in the gutter. “What are you gonna do about the dog?” 

The dog. Maybe that was how you should start thinking about him instead of your dog.

“I don’t know,” you drawled into the phone as you stepped into your kitchen, elbows on the counter as you watched him prowl back-and-forth in your living room. Hopping up on your couch and slobbering a little on your throw pillow before jumping back down. “Do you think it could be like testosterone making him more aggressive? Or like, his breed or-” 

“Does he still have his balls?” 

You looked back at him, catching a glimpse of the subjects of your conversation before sighing. 

“Yeah,” you exhaled. “You think I should go ahead and get him neutered?” 

His ears perked up almost instantly, head snapping towards you. 

It was a little funny, like he could somehow understand you, green eyes burning into yours with an expression that almost resembled betrayal. 

“I mean, if you take him to the shelter, they'd do it anyway,” she replied, and you shrugged. 

“Yeah, that's true,” you mumbled, considering it as your dog sorta stared at you like he was wishing you death for thinking about getting his balls cut off for the crime of preventing you from having some in your mouth tonight. 

Well, it wasn't like he could actually understand you. 

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His balls?

You wanted to fucking neuter him? 

What new indignity was this? How fucking cruel was fate for this to be his life? 

First, you bring home a goddamn sorcerer. Act like you were going to fuck him, your hands on his chest while you giggled at what that fucking sap said as if it was even remotely funny or interesting. Looking up at him with a glint in your eyes and a smile you never gave Toji. All bright and grateful and giddy. 

Disgusting. 

The whole thing, really. 

Like he'd actually let that stuck-up prick parading around like he was better than everyone get to fuck you. Even as a dog, he could feel his cursed energy. Sense it the same way he did as a human. 

And even though that guy had no way to know it was Toji, he still caught the suspicious glances cast towards him, the flare of energy before Nanami or whatever the hell you called him had abruptly stopped after he tried to bite him. Like for a split second, he briefly considered using his technique. Like he thought Toji was a curse. 

He supposed he was pretty close. 

You were pretty when you were pissed. Pouting at him and grumbling to one of your friends on the phone, whining about wanting to have sex with someone – and it only irritated Toji more. 

God, if he could, he'd fuck you hard enough you forgot about Fluffy or Nanami or the hole in your door. 

But he couldn't. 

And if you had your way, apparently he wouldn't be able to fuck anyone even if he got transformed back into a human if he didn't have his damn balls. 

Toji refused to just lay there and take it. If he was anything, he was still a fighter, even in this form. 

Listening to you weigh the options, grabbing a trash bag and bending down to pick up all the broken pieces of wood and shove them inside. 

Maybe he wouldn't admit it even if he could, but he felt bad watching you clean up, a disturbing concoction of guilt and anger (and jealousy) brewing in the pit of his stomach as he laid his head down on his paws, stuck staring at you biting your lip and griping about what a dick he was, grumbling about all the overtime you’d have to work to cover the cost. 

You were both probably better off without each other. 

For once, Toji waited for the right moment, for you to be preoccupied tying up the trash bag while you pulled open the front door for him to make another impulsive decision. He ran. Nearly knocking you over, sprinting past you out into the hall and towards the stairs leading down to the lobby, ignoring your cries for him to stop. 

He could hear your footsteps, the panic in your voice, the way your breath hitched as you hurried to catch up. And for some stupid reason, it made his heart stall. Made him hesitate, pausing for a few painful seconds before he forced himself to keep going. 

Keep moving. 

One foot paw in front of the other.

The last step almost tripped him up, but he didn’t stop, skittering across the lobby and almost slamming into someone shaking off an umbrella before he beelined for the closing front door. Toji barely made it through, the concrete cold and freezing on his paws as rain started to pelt his fur. 

Of course, it would start to fucking pour when he was leaving you behind. On the bright side, you’d probably wouldn’t search for him when it was raining hard enough it was a struggle to see more than a couple feet in front of him. Racing down the sidewalk and slipping between people passing by, panting as he put distance between himself and a life of being a pet. 

A life of being yours. 

Telling himself he was scrambling from the possibility of being neutered so he didn’t have to think about what else he was running from. So he could ignore this frustrating tightness in his heart, the way his chest strained with every breath, his lungs constricted as he shut down the image that kept popping up behind his eyes of that irritatingly cute smile of yours. 

He was doing you a favor. 

You didn’t have the fucking guts to just toss him out like you should’ve done. 

The rain was starting to soak him entirely, his attempts to shake it off pointless when two seconds later, more water droplets would be clinging back to his fur as his pace slowed. 

He glanced back, trying to judge how far he made it, how much longer he’d have to keep going before he found some alley or discarded box discarded to take shelter in through the storm. 

But all he saw was you. 

Pajamas sticking to your skin, wisps of your hair clinging to your wet forehead as your voice was drowned out in the downpour. You were shivering, hand trembling as you held it up to shield your face from the rain and scan for him. 

The second you saw him, you were running to reach him. 

Toji knew he should run too. That this might be his only chance. He could try again with some other woman. Wait and hope and hold out faith that this curse would still wear off and he’d return to normal. 

But he stayed. 

Let himself be caught. 

Why? 

He couldn't comprehend it, couldn't understand the concern in your wide eyes either when you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his drenched fur. 

“Don’t do that again,” you murmured, breath catching in your throat as you hugged him tighter. “You scared me.” 

Maybe he’d lost brain cells. 

But he knew that wasn’t it, not when he heard the soft whine of his next bark as he relaxed into you. Licked some of the water off your skin like it would do anything to help. Nuzzled back into you as you laughed even after he ruined your night. 

Ruined your date and your door. 

You deserved better than him. 

Better than a loser like Toji could properly give you even if he was back in his own body. 

He wanted to tell you sorry. To apologize for the first time in his miserable life to the only person who’d put any effort into him. 

So he allowed you to grab ahold of his collar and lead him home, obediently walking back to your apartment, both of you absolutely drenched by the time you made it back to the lobby. He shook it out more effectively this time, water droplets flung all over the linoleum floor while your clothes dripped in a steady pitter-patter. 

“You can keep your balls if you don’t do that again,” you muttered under your breath, too tired to be mad at him anymore. “And if you leave my doors alone.” 

He barked, a short yip and a begrudging nod in agreement wishing he could ask you not to see that stupid guy anymore too if you were in the mood for making deals. 

The only thing he could do as a dog was try to scare away any of your…suitors.

Especially snotty blond sorcerers. 

The walk back up the stairs felt twice as long, the shame slowing him down, he supposed. Condemning himself to a future of being dragged around on the street if it meant sleeping in your room and biting any guy’s dick off that came around and tried to stick it in you. 

It was embarrassing to pad around, rubbing against your legs while you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and rubbed him until he was close to dry. 

Fuck, you even combed his hair out and brushed his goddamn teeth. 

He felt like a creep when he glanced up to catch a glimpse of your midriff when you went to change for the third time tonight, a single strip of your skin as you pulled your soaked shirt off before he turned away. Tail tucked between his legs as he walked back to his bed. 

His. 

Walking around in a circle before laying down to get comfortable. It wasn’t resignation, not exactly, but as close to contentment that someone like him could get to. 

Despite his fuck ups, you were still here. And so was he. 

Tomorrow, he’d try to make it up to you. Lick your face and snuggle with you on the couch, on top of your chest with his paws on your collarbones, let you call him Fluffy or whatever the fuck you felt like, as long as you scratched under his chin and looked in his eyes like he meant something more. 

Toji was still cold, involuntarily shaking, but there was a strange warmth in his chest. A fuzzy feeling in his chest he was unaccustomed to. 

Footsteps approached, and his head instinctively snapped up to see you drying your hair with a towel, dropping it by your feet with a sigh. He could smell you on it even from here – the familiar scent surging that same protectiveness he felt taking over him earlier. He was already getting back up off his hindlegs, searching for forgiveness with your hand stroking his fur. 

You leaned down to meet him halfway, and left a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

Of all the kisses he had before, however hot and hungry they were, none of them compared to that single tender press of your lips. The cute sigh, the small exhale dusting over him, smelling faintly like your mint toothpaste. 

And then you were standing up, switching off your light before getting in your bed and pulling back to the covers. It took a second for his eyes to adjust, but honestly, he could see better in the dark than he could when he was a human. You had paused, still staring at his shape before he noted the movement of your hands. Softly patting the spot next to you in your bed, sheets crinkling as you waited for him. 

He listened to you. 

You threw your arms around him like you did earlier, squeezing softly before mumbling something that he couldn’t fully hear, muffled into the pillow when you turned your face. Either you were calling yourself or him an idiot. 

He was an idiot for sticking around. And you were one for letting him. 

But this was the bed you both made to sleep in. 

You rolled over a little, your cheek exposed – and Toji couldn’t stop himself from moving up to lick it. Drag his tongue over it while you huffed and rubbed the skin to get his saliva off. 

“Gross,” you giggled, nudging his nose back down. 

You got back up, navigating through the dark back to your bathroom to re-wash your face before you came back to him. Offering one last pat to the top of his head before you rolled away from him. 

“Good night, Fluffy.”

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There was a man in your bed.

A big, beefy, naked man. 

You screamed. Or, well, you were pretty sure you did. 

It was a big blur of movement, slipping out from underneath his heavy limbs and smacking him as hard as you could with the closest object – a hardback book by your bed, screaming for Fluffy, cold fear seeping in as the man groaned your name. 

You stared, and you realized with horror that he wasn’t totally naked. He was wearing your dog’s collar. It was too tight, the skin bulging a little over the green edges, and he was moaning again, waking up and slipping his fingers underneath it in an attempt to loosen it some before he rubbed the red mark on his forehead where the book connected. 

Honestly, if he wasn’t a stranger, an intruder, you would’ve thought he was hot. 

The dark hair, the toned chest, the thick ridges and cords of well-toned muscles, looking like he just leaned after a bulk, he was insanely attractive. You just had no choice but to believe he was fucking derranged considering he ended up nude in your bed at nine in the morning. 

You called out for Fluffy again, breathing hard, barely able to break your gaze to scan the room for him only to come up empty.

Did you forget to lock your door last night? 

Had your dog ran away again, slipped out when this guy snuck in? 

No, he wouldn’t. He might just be a mutt, an animal with all the instincts of one, but you felt like you made up. Fluffy wouldn’t leave you. 

“My dog could literally rip your throat out,” you threatened anyway, pointing your finger as you pressed your back against the wall, slowly stepping towards your still-demolished door. Where the fuck was he? 

If you screamed, would a neighbor call the cops?

“I am your dog,” the man in your bed grunted, sitting up and lifting his leg before pausing, like he wasn’t sure what he was about to do with it. Stopping completely, staring down at his hands in sudden shock, eyes stuck on his calloused palms before he slowly turned them around. Flexing his fingers before closing them into a fist, somehow managing to be more stunned as you inched closer to your exit. “Well, I was.” 

Great, so he was fucking crazy too. 

Even if it was eerie that he did sorta resemble Fluffy. 

The green eyes, that familiar glint in them as they narrowed on your trembling form. The scar that stretched over the corner of his mouth. The way he tilted his head just slightly as his stare dragged over you, like he was trying to see what he could get from you. 

“And my name’s Toji,” he gruffly informed you, swinging his long legs off your bed, the blanket barely keeping his crotch covered as you panicked and made a break for it, yanking open the door to slip out while he was still talking. “So you can stop calling me Fluffy, doll.”

Your dog wouldn’t call you doll. 

But he wasn’t waiting for you with a wagging tail in the living room either. Not sitting in front of your fridge or by the pantry where you kept his food. 

“Where ya’ goin’?” He called out, and you couldn’t get yourself to move. 

Staring at your locked front door, everything exactly as you left it the night before. 

Your wet shoes. The forgotten trash bag. Your phone on the connected kitchen counter. 

This guy, Toji, his footsteps creaked across your floor, following the same rhythm of your dogs, even if it was strange to hear, a little stilted like he was getting used to walking on two feet again. 

It didn’t make sense.

He came through your broken door, taking the space by your side as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him. 

Watching you, observing you, and you had to force yourself to look up at him so your gaze didn't drift too low. 

“I don’t understand,” you blinked, barely comprehending the facts seemingly in front of your face.  

Your dog was missing. A stranger with the same eyes, the same jagged scar had taken his place.

“It’s complicated,” he grumbled, growling a little like he was still half-dog. 

“You can’t really expect me to believe-” It was so absurd you couldn’t even finish your sentence. Couldn’t say it. 

“What? Want me to bark for you?” He sarcastically offered, his voice hoarse, rough. He was rolling his shoulders back, really selling the whole visual, but your brain was still stuck on the sheer absurdity of the situation. 

And then he was stepping closer, hovering over you with an intensity that warped your fractured thoughts even more, shattering your common sense with just a casual smirk. 

“Woof.”

“You’re not-” You numbly protested, your stare drifting down from those damning eyes to those pretty lips. His huge shoulders, the biceps bulging as one of his hands landed on the wall behind your head. 

A treacherous jolt ran through you, straight to the center of your stomach, some intangible thing twisting inside you at his proximity. 

“I am,” he insisted again. 

You couldn’t even give a real reason for believing him. Explain it in any rational way. But when he was looking at you like this, when his fingers reached out to cup your face. They were rough. The pads slowly dragging over your cheekbone until he was tangled in his hair. 

“But you were a dog,” you uselessly said. Breathing harder, throat going dry as you stared at him, trying to find any evidence to argue with. But you didn’t know if you were trying to prove or disprove it.

What you even wanted the truth to be. 

“And you let me lick you right here,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over the spot Fluffy had slobbered on last night. 

Your heart skipped. 

Stalled or stopped or seized, completely halting as Toji confirmed what you already instinctively felt. Skin or fur, he was familiar. 

And you guessed the collar wasn’t a lie.

He reached up to scratch at it again with his free hand, but you didn’t miss how he once again lifted his left foot before remembering it wouldn’t reach anymore. 

“I literally picked up your-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, disgust making your nose scrunch up as you smacked his chest. 

Once, and then again, all sorts of funny feelings fluttering and fluctuating in your chest as you struggled to sort through all of it. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, but it was obvious he was the kind of guy who never said sorry for anything ever. He hesitated, like he didn’t know what to do or really what to even say. Toji dryly swallowed, clearing his throat before speaking up again, “Sorry.”

Taking his hand from the wall to run his fingers through his short black hair, feeling his scalp, the individual strands, before his massive palm found your waist instead, just above your hip. Seeking reassurance in a subtle squeeze, wrinkling the little shorts you were wearing.

“What are you doing?” You asked, like you didn’t know. 

As if you were too stupid to see what was swirling behind his starving stare. 

This time though, you didn’t think a steak would satisfy him. 

Was this morally wrong? 

Inappropriate to share the hunger heating up the air between you when you’d been treating him like a pet for weeks? Seeing him as your dog? 

“Don’t play dumb,” he muttered, but that was really because he didn’t want to say it either. 

“I’ve taken care of you,” you started, forcing yourself to look away to break the tension. “You know, fed you and-” 

“I want to fuck you,” he grumbled, and you flinched. 

Froze as his heavy words sank in, instantly replaying them. Blunt, without beating around the bush, making sure couldn’t misunderstand it. 

“You say that to all your owners?” You mumbled, eyeing the door. “Or break their doors?” 

“I was doing you a favor then,” he argued, tilting your head back towards him. “Besides, you could do better than that guy.” 

“Yeah?” You exhaled hard, and his grip tightened. “Like my dog?” 

He laughed, but it came out more like a sharp bark. 

And then he was suddenly scooping you up, both hands grabbing your ass and abruptly lifting, carrying you back through your bedroom after kicking in the door the rest of the way. 

Returning you to your bed, his frame encompassing yours as he climbed on top of you fully. Hooking both your thighs around his thick waist, and you found yourself automatically wrapping your wrists over his neck, entranced by his face. 

“How am I supposed to know this isn’t a really weird dream?” You hesitantly asked. 

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” he grunted, burying his head into your neck and taking a big whiff. Groaning at the scent alone, grinding his hips down before he even kissed you properly. 

“That’s really helpful,” you sarcastically muttered back, but you found yourself scratching his head too, testing how it felt to sift through his hair, pulling it back so you could look at him again. 

He whined like your dog did at the separation. 

Although, you liked how it sounded better coming from an actual man. 

“Toji,” you said his name slowly, unsure of how it sounded on your tongue. 

He faltered too, and you watched his jaw lock up before he released it. 

“What?” He answered, and you felt a surge of courage. 

“Go get your leash.” 

Toji’s lips pressed in a thin line, his scar twitched, but he reluctantly got off of you, grumbling under his breath but still obeying. Still being your good pup. 

He yanked open the drawer of your dresser, pulling it out and tossing it to you. 

“C’mere,” you murmured softly, and he was back on top. But it was you fastening the leash to his collar, attaching it on and tugging him close enough his nose grazed yours. 

“Happy?” He snarkily asked, but he didn’t take it off. 

“Happier,” you admitted, and you did something as stupid as taking him in to start with.

You kissed him.  

Hard enough your teeth almost clashed, his lips opening enough to let you in as he returned it with the same fever. He kissed with enough experience that it sort of annoyed you, imagining some other girl getting to know what it felt like to have his tongue in their mouth once he was actually exploring yours. 

Tempted to bite his lip to get some petty revenge, but you didn’t even know for what. 

You guessed him fucking up your evening with Nanami made more sense now – added up with the realization he wasn’t just being territorial, but totally, completely, pathetically jealous. Snapping and barring his teeth to stop anyone else from sleeping with you because he wanted to. 

What kind of petty creature had you invited into your apartment?

Was it a full moon? Some kind of reverse werewolf that only turned back into a human once a month? 

God, you fucking hoped not.

One of his greedy hands snuck under your top, not subtle at all as he groped at your breast, taking advantage of the fact you slept without a bra to squeeze your tit. Toying with it and dragging his fingers over your nipple with a low chuckle, breaking the kiss to murmur next to your mouth that he couldn’t believe he’d been deprived of this for so long. 

“You’re feral,” you wryly replied, out-of-breath as his other hand slipped inside your shorts, teasing the band of your panties. 

“Can you blame me?” He licked his lips, and you nearly laughed. Alarmed at how charmed you were, how attractive he managed to be even this depraved. “Been fuckin’ dreaming about you.” 

“Doing what?” You teased, tilting your head as he breached past your underwear, feeling what was already damp and waiting for him. 

Teasing you right back, sliding two intimidatingly long fingers inside you with embarrassingly little resistance. You were already wet. Why wouldn’t you be?

A ridiculously hot man without any clothes had been flirting with you since you woke up this morning. 

So what if all the other details were just, uh, strange? 

He was staring at you like a piece of meat. Literally? Figuratively? You didn’t know anymore, but your train of thought derailed the second those sturdy digits of his curled. The stretch was delicious, dragging you down into the pit of lust you’d been attempting to claw yourself away from. 

Scissoring you open slowly, taking his time to feel you clench down, his eyes narrowing as he lasered in on your open-mouthed reaction. Rushing to swallow up the needy sounds he drew from your mouth, his tongue sloppy and messy, running over the ridges of your teeth. Your knuckles tight around his leash, lost in the pleasure of his fingers splitting your open and making you see stars before he’d even put his dick in you. 

Which you could already feel pressing firmly into your soft thigh, persistently throbbing in time with your own pussy squeezing down on his knuckles. Shapes and colors blossomed behind your eyes as he found that one special spot in the back, all spongy and sensitive, basically begging for him to poke and prod at it until you were begging him.

Eyes clamping shut, hips arching off as his rough fingertips pinched at your nipple right as he felt around, treating your body like a treasure map, exploring it with desperation to unearth your deepest secrets. Or maybe, just the darkest parts of you. 

What you sounded like when you fell apart. How hard it would be to stitch you back together. 

“T-Toji,” you gasped, struggling to hold it all in. To hide your pleasure when your sanity felt so splintered, but he just chuckled. 

“What? Not Fluffy?” He grunted, and you gritted your teeth.

“You’re the worst,” you groaned, your other hand scrambling to grip the sheets. 

His hair tickled your face, short strands as his mouth made his way south down your throat. Teeth scraping the tendons, doing his best to leave bite marks, canines on your collarbone while his rough voice was etched in your head. 

“Yeah,” Toji grunted. “I am.” 

You almost rebutted with another snide comment, but he hadn’t finished.

“But I’m your problem.” 

Before you could reply, his fingers were pulling back out, still slick and damp as he suddenly flipped you over. 

Onto your hands and knees. Shorts and panties shoved down your thighs. Shirt ripped in his rush to strip you down. 

Still, you refused to drop his leash. 

Holding onto it with an iron grip, even if he groaned, readjusting behind you, the weight of him heavy on your back as his mouth returned to your neck like it belonged there. 

His cock swinging and hitting your ass before he readjusted, positioning himself at your entrance, slipping it in-and-out through your folds before edging it in. Making you whine first, throwing a long look over your shoulder at him. 

Toji’s scar was taut, almost white as his eyes lazily looked over you. Appreciating every line and curve, the lump in his throat bobbing before he locked eyes with you. 

“Well?” You challenged. 

His dick was inside you before you could even arch your brow. 

It was thicker than you expected, felt much fucking bigger when it was actually dragging across your walls, his tip grinding its way in deeper. Making sure you didn't miss even an inch, burying himself to the hilt as his sweaty chest pressed flat against your back. 

Your knees nearly buckled, only supported by his arm snaking around your waist to hold you up. 

He pulled back out slowly, if only to remind you of what it felt like to be empty before driving his dick back in one brutal thrust, your moans mixing together as your body reflexively jolted away from him. 

Toji clicked his tongue to chide you, all deep and taunting, dragging you right back – determined to keep you stuffed full. “Not goin’ anywhere.”

“Says the guy that ran away,” you reminded him, wiggling your hips just enough he had to feel it too. Thighs squeezing as a guttural grunt escaped him. 

“You wanted to cut my balls off,” he scoffed, and just to make a point, his next thrust left you feeling them smacking against you. 

“It's not like I did it.” 

He fucked you like his masculinity had still been wounded. Nursing it better with sex and sweat, inhaling your scent in between his hungry hickies while he shaped you out around him. 

You wrapped the leash around your hand, pulling him closer, arms giving out so your cheek squished against the blankets as he groaned in your ear. Toji was ruthlessly slamming his hips back down, cock splintering you just for his huge hands to hold you together, his forearm still supporting your hips hovering up in the air while his fingers tugged on your hair. 

Hadn't you said you wanted to get laid anyway? 

Wasn't this probably better than whatever Nanami would've offered? Soft, slow sex was nice sometimes. 

But everything about this was heightened, animalistic. Raw. 

Every ridge of him etching itself in you, every moan you earned from him memorized as you held his leash. 

He might've been the one fucking you, the one imprinting your shape into the mattress below, but the power was yours. 

If you asked, you were pretty sure he'd flip you back around and eat you out until your throat was too sore to speak from screaming his name. 

“Toji,” you purred his name, deciding you liked it. Liked him too. Even if he was a freeloader. 

“Yeah?” He grunted, not even pausing his sloppy strokes, pounding into you as your back arched up higher, hips teasingly shifting and squirming in his hold. His next thrust was even harder actually, the force of it making something underneath you crack. 

The bed frame? 

You were too drunk on him to care. Fuzzy with the warmth he provided and still aching for it to burn hotter. 

“Make me cum.”

You thought you heard his breath hitch, but then the arm that was around you moved, his fingers finding your clit faster than you could blink, rubbing mind blowing patterns around it. 

It was impressive, really, on top of irritating that the knowledge it had to be practiced. Not sure if you were fighting a smile or a frown as his damp fingers tantalizingly danced across that sensitive bundle of nerves. 

Not delicate, no, you didn't think a beast like him could ever manage that. 

But it was desperate, following your command and seeking approval in every swirl and circle he drew. 

Pressure building and threatening to crest every time, surging through you like a storm. Matching his intensity, pulling you in with a magnetism you only recognized when it was too late. 

You were wrapped around his finger the same way he was wrapped around yours. 

And when he made you cum, you didn't think any other orgasm you ever had could measure up. All the tides receding for one massive wave of pleasure, your whine of his name muffled into the comforter as you hid your face. Pulling down on his leash so you could feel as much of him on you as possible, his hips, his muscles, his chest. Craving the contact as you climaxed, sucking in mangled inhales that didn't seem to reach your lungs. 

Barely able to lift your head enough to speak, vaguely aware through blurry vision that the whole world was slightly crooked while you started to come down. 

“Good boy.” 

You didn't think a man had ever pulled out of you so fast – but then he was letting out the lewdest moan you ever heard and something wet was splattering across your back. Warm ropes of cum dripping down your skin while he sounded like some B-tier porn star, all gravelly and gruff, stroking his cock as the last of it leaked out. You watched him over your shoulder, holding your breath at the sight of him like this. 

His dark happy trail, the ‘V’ of his hips, how slutty he looked on his knees with nothing but a leash on. 

Could you really keep him?

As a boyfriend, of course? 

You blinked, and then he was getting up. Cock swinging in the air as he walked to your bathroom, snagging a washcloth from under the sink and running water over it before returning to clean you. 

Wiping you down and huffing at where some of his cum had landed on the blankets, making a half-assed attempt at cleaning it up before tossing it on top of the towel you left on the floor last night. 

And then he was just casually plopping back down on your bed, propping his head up with pillows and closing his eyes as you sat up. 

“Come here,” he muttered, patting the spot next to him like you usually did. Holding his arm out to let you know you had a spot there. 

You crawled over to him, tucking yourself against him and staring up at him, still entranced by his features. 

He stroked your hair softly, keeping you cradled there. You reached up and unhooked his leash from the collar. Toji scratched at it, beefy fingers pulling at the leather with another low grunt. 

“You’re paying me back for the pet deposit,” you huffed, glancing around your room. “And a new bed.” 

“Don’t forget about the door,” he grumbled, growling at the memory of the man he almost had to bite last night. 

You let yourself laugh, rolling on top of his chest and propping yourself up on your elbows. Squinting at him and sighing, tracing over his nipple to watch him flinch, his dark brows furrowing. 

“An actual date too,” you added. 

Toji rolled his eyes, but he tugged you up higher, letting out a little sarcastic scoff when you nestled into his neck, his collar pressing against your skin. You’d readjust it for him in a minute, loosen it more, but it was silly to see someone so stocky in it. 

Made him feel like he was still yours. 

“Whatever my master wants.”