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Beads of sweat streak from your hairline down past your temples. It’s all you can do to remain upright. Your hands grip the fabric of the headboard, seeking stability while another rando’s face is buried between your legs. You struggle to remember his name. You struggle to remember anything at the moment, but while you sit astride his face, his palm strikes against your flesh, demanding you cry out for him.
Shit, shit, shit. What was his name? T-something. But another delve of his tongue up inside your center while he strikes you once again has you stammering. “I- I-” You struggle to piece together a single thought.
Then you feel the angered growl vibrate against your core before he pushes you down onto the mattress. “Does the little slut fuck so many guys she can’t keep our names straight?”
“N-nnnno! Hah!”
His fingers wrap around your thighs and yank you to the edge of the bed. He grips himself at the base and beats his weighty length against the apex between your thighs. You flinch and attempt to crawl away. He grunts after you, “Fuck no, where do you think you’re going?”
Your yelp slips between your lips without you ever meaning to release such an undignified sound. Before you’ve even balanced your weight onto your hands and knees, he’s sheathed himself up to the hilt, bottoming out in your tight warmth.
As pissed off as Toji is that you don’t remember his fucking name, he can’t get enough of this tight little cunt. So wet and warm, and the way you grip him… he can feel his orgasm developing at the base of his spine. Plus the mess he’s made of you, there’s no way you’ll ever be fucked this good by anyone else. He’s made sure of it. He’s determined to ruin you and make sure it's his dick that you picture when you touch yourself, his dick that you compare every other man to, and his dick that you come crawling back to over and over again.
He pounds into you with each passing thought, letting your folds swallow him whole while you’re collapsing into the crumpled sheets, damp with the evidence of tonight's activities. Your moans are a playlist he’ll keep on repeat every time he looks at your Instagram or lifts at the gym. He knows he’ll be thinking about this feeling, these sounds, and your tangy taste for days. If he wasn’t obsessed with taking you home already, now he’s a fiend. This night will haunt him till he gets a chance to bring you to bed again, only for him to know the cycle will repeat immediately after. No, it’s decided; he needs to lock you down.
As if watching himself outside his own body, he sees himself flip you over and pin your wrists above your head. Your eyes are glazed over in satisfaction. The exhaustion of back-to-back orgasms has worn the focus from your features. “You like being treated like a little toy. Don’t deny it.”
A lazy smile is all the confirmation he needs before Toji braces his bodyweight with the hand circling the column of your neck. You let out a small grunt at the loss of airflow, but the rush of blood to your center and the quiver of your inner muscles is the permission slip for him to keep going. Just a pretty little toy looking for an owner. By the end of tonight, it’s going to be him. He’ll make sure of it.
Wet and rhythmic slaps beat against the silence of your apartment till a squeal signals your fifth orgasm of the night. You shake and twist atop the sheets, riding the high he extends with thrusts both deep and slow. Sliding in and out with deliberate ease, all while loosening the pressure around your throat. Just as your tremors subside, he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Now tell me, doll face, what is my name?”
You shake your head, still unable to remember.
“Who fucked you so good you can’t speak? Was that me?”
A silent nod and your ankles hooking behind his back is your only answer. More, you want more. His fingers trace your areolas and the lines of your body before he grips your neck once more. This time, the second hand that was restraining your wrists lowers to your neck as well, choking you while also pulling you down on his length with each brutal thrust. “Before I paint you with my cum I'd better hear you scream my fucking name.”
You whine in response, your brain already rattled from the barrage of collisions against his hips.
“My name’s Toji, and I better hear you shout like the filthy whore you are. Got it?”
“Yes, gods, yes!”
“Yes, what? Who’s fucking you?”
“Yes Toji!” He squeezes your neck tighter. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Yes, Toji! Use me like your little toy! I want your cum!”
“Look who’s suddenly the talker.”
"Oh, gods! Toji, YES!”
His hips jackhammer against you, abdominals feathering across his ribs and clenching over his stomach with each thrust. His thighs clench, and his balls feel tight, all while you shout his name. Then, as you screech and quake beneath him for a sixth time, he releases himself with a roar. His shout deafens you while his fingers lock tightly around your neck.
A few staggering pumps to milk himself dry is all he can think about before his mind begins to clear and logical thought returns. He peels his fingers from your skin and listens as you cough, rolling you to the side while gasping for enough air to replenish your lungs.
He ruined you. He ruined your bed, He ruined your dinner plans, but does he regret it? Not for a second.
The only thing he regrets is not having the motivation to be the kind of guy who carries you to the shower and helps you clean up. But honestly, all he has the energy for right now is to collapse beside you and drag your sticky, sweaty body against his and pass the fuck out. And based on how you let him, you feel the same.
Summary: Gojo and you engage in a second round of confrontation, after which Geto comes to console you.
Warnings: oral, spit kink, unprotected penetration, anal play, dark romance
Word Count: 3.7k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 1 I Part 6
Happy Valentine's Day! 💕
Geto walks down the hall, immensely pleased with himself. You’re not only coming back to class today, but you’re decidedly his. His to hold, his to kiss, his to toy with, his to spoil. There is no greater excitement than winning over the girl who’s hijacked his mind since the moment he laid eyes on you.
At first, it was superficial. You were the girl Gojo was obsessed with. His childhood sweetheart. You were supposed to be untouchable. But damn if you weren’t adorable. Parts of him were extremely jealous when Satoru would sneak off to train you. Every week, the disappointment of losing a chance to spend one-on-one time with you grew.
Then life became lonely. He and Satoru were sent on separate missions, his resentment towards monkeys built, and then one day the college made a plea for help, requiring another teacher for the incoming class of sorcerers. That’s when he remembered who’d be in that class. This was his chance. Gojo had years to train you alone. Now it is his turn. And look how this turn panned out. In a few short weeks, he had you coming around his cock while screaming his name. Satisfaction strokes his ego like sin, until your crying face streaks down the hall, headed towards your dorm.
Geto stops in his tracks. Shock echoes in his bones. He checks his watch. There are only 20 minutes till class. What could have happened this morning to upset you? The only thing you did should have been brunch with Gojo… A cold anger washes over Geto’s mind. What the fuck did Gojo say to you? Did he freak out on you when you ended things? Did he hurl hurtful words towards you? Or does this have to do with your technique? You were looking for answers. What if Gojo refused to give them to you cause you told him you were seeing someone?
Geto's footsteps quicken. Curiosity and worry lead him down the hall and drive him all the way to your door. His knuckles wrap on the wood before he waits for your response. None comes, so he calls your name. “What happened with Gojo?”
Your muffled voice filters through the grain. “Nothing.”
“I already saw you run here. Nothing is the biggest lie you’ve ever told me.”
Uninvited, Geto slides open the door and steps inside, careful to lock it behind him. He kneels next to you, his hand resting on your back while he runs circles over your turtleneck. “What happened, Princess? Satoru freak out when you told him to back off?”
“We didn’t even get to that part.”
Geto's chest hardens, frustrated that Satoru might think he still has a chance. But if this isn’t about his reaction to rejection, then what happened? “Then tell me, what part of brunch upset you like this?”
You lift your head, eyes red and swollen, “I don’t know how to tell you.”
“Just say the words.”
“But…” you worry your bottom lip, a fresh wave of tears silently streams down your face. “I don’t think we can be together. Not after knowing what I know now.”
Geto's heart bottoms out. “What on earth are you talking about?!”
“My technique Suguru.”
“What about it?”
“My soul, it’s damaged.”
A small laugh leaves Geto’s mouth. “I have no idea what the two have to do with each other, but I assure you, your soul can’t possibly be more damaged than mine.”
“The Gojo’s, they wanted more children with the limitless technique; they tried to artificially apply heavenly restrictions to the wombs of Gojo descendants."
“And that hurts your soul?”
“They altered it, to make the restriction.”
Geto wraps you in his arms and holds you close to his chest. “You have a beautiful soul. I don’t care what alterations were made. You are perfection, and I will remind you every day if I have to.”
“You don’t care that I’m a monster?”
He has to smother the urge to laugh. “You are the furthest thing from a monster,” he assures you. “The Gojo clan, on the other hand…” He falls silent while his body stiffens.
Your head pulls back to see the anger etched on Suguru’s face. “Don’t do anything rash.”
“They hurt you.”
“I need you Sugu. Please don’t do anything that will take you away from me.”
“You... need me?”
You rest your head against his chest once more. “Yes, I need you.”
Together, you sit there, on the floor next to your bed, bodies folded together while your breathing calms. There, he pets your hair for a few more minutes till Geto reminds you that you have class.
“Are you going to be okay to join us?”
With a nod, you reassure him you will after applying a fresh coat of makeup.
“Okay then, no pressure. If you need to show up late, don’t rush yourself.”
“Thank you Sugu.”
That’s the second time you’ve used that nickname, and the sound of it makes his heart swell into his ribcage, the muscle straining to beat against his bone.
“And I promise, next time I’ll tell Satoru. You don’t need to worry.”
With a nod of his own, Geto leaves your room and heads back down to the academic building.
You did indeed show up late to class, but things went more smoothly than expected. The entire day was spent away in a swirl of tactics, politics, and training till it was evening. Then you finished stuffing your face and are now headed to the dorms to take a hot shower.
You’ve ducked into your room and slid on your fluffy robe. Once the fabric belt has been tied around your waist, you reach for your towel, hair turban, and washcloth, along with your shower caddy. You slip on your slides and quickly glance in the mirror to ensure the collar of your robe covers Geto’s love bites. Once you’re sure your secret is concealed, you rush down the hall to rid your skin of the sweat and grime left by an afternoon of practice.
Eyes fully trained on the door up ahead, you don’t notice Gojo’s hand reach out and grab the sleeve of your robe.
“Hey!” Your surprise rings out as your body is twisted around. “Satoru! What the hell!”
“Sorry, it’s just that I feel like we need to talk this through. I hate that our conversation left off where it did.”
“What, with you admitting that you knew all along that your father damaged my soul to create a mini Satoru?”
The silent grimace on his face speaks volumes.
“Or that our friendship is built on lies? The only reason you were my mentor was so that I could be your sidekick. You were preparing me to become an offering to the Gojo clan.”
“No! I would never.”
“You already did.”
“No one in the Gojo clan has ever viewed you so low. You were never an offering or a sidekick. You are a blessing and a miracle. You are loved.”
“I was not a miracle; I was a science experiment.”
“Stop! Don’t talk about yourself like that.”
“Like what? Honestly.”
“You are everything. To my father, your parents, the clan, and definitely to me. I know that what my father did was awful. But I also know he values you as if you were his own child.”
You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off.
“You don’t have to forgive him. I get that. I wouldn’t feel warm towards the person who gambled with my soul either, but please, please stop thinking you’re some kind of monster. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. From your heart to your soul, there will never be another like you.”
“Yet you can’t even do me the decency to look me in the eye when you say these things.” You bite back at him.
Gently, his thumb slips under the edge of his eye mask and slips the fabric up above his brow. “Please, please forgive me." Your name cries from his pleading lips. "I know I lied, but it was only cause I didn’t want to burden you with the truth. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.”
“I don’t know if I have it in me to forgive you, Saturo." He lets out a small, heartbroken squeak as if to speak in protest. "Not right now at least.”
You look back over to the showers and start to walk away when Gojo’s desperate hand snatches your wrist. ”Please, we were so close to something beautiful. Don’t abandon it now.”
Your eyebrows raise in question while wetness rims Satoru’s blinding irises.
“I love you,” he whispers, the pain etched into lines that age his youthful expression. “I have for a long time, and I know you love me too.”
The whites of your eyes swell with surprise. “Satoru, this is not the time to say such things. Not after you’ve just revealed years of betrayal.”
Gojo’s stare drops to your lips, the mist that builds beneath his lashes looks ready to spill. Then red starts to creep into the pallor of his skin while his lips press into a firm, thin line. “Who the fuck did that to you?”
“You and your family. What, you have amnesia now?”
“No, your neck. I definitely didn’t do all that to you last night.”
Your hands check your robe, realizing it’s still covering what it needs to. “How did you-?”
“Six eyes, remember? You asked me to take off the blindfold.”
Subconsciously your arms begin to creep up to cover your chest while the column of your neck shifts with a swallow.
“Tell me, who did that to you.”
“It’s none of your business, Satoru.”
“None of my business?! I told you I- We’ve been kissing- But all these years- I thought that you-” He sputters, unable to finish any sentence he starts, while you take a step back.
“I never said I felt the same way, Satoru.”
“But all through high school and college. The way you looked at me. I swore you felt the same.”
“Once upon a time, I did. But I don’t anymore. Maybe if you had made your move sooner, but you never did.” The hurt settles into every part of his appearance. “And after what I learned today, I’m thankful we never dated. You shattered my trust, Satoru. I don’t know if you’ll ever earn it back.”
“Don’t say that,” he whispers
Your response is equally as quiet. “I’m being honest.”
“But I love you.”
“And I’m in love with somebody else. I’m sorry Satoru.”
“Who is it? At least let me know who I've lost your heart to.”
You silently shake your head and turn back to the showers. Your steps are slow and somber as you walk away.
“Is it him?”
You stop, fully aware of who he means. For a moment, you feel like telling him. Twisting the knife because the pain he caused you is still so fresh. But you don’t want to lose Geto as your sensei. You don’t want to leave for missions without him. You want him by your side more than you want to hurt Gojo. So instead, you stay quiet and resume walking towards the bathroom, leaving Satoru behind and allowing him to process his devastation the way you’re processing yours.
From the hall where you left him, Gojo stares at the space you once stood. While you didn't admit it, your silence was answer enough. Then, as if the universe hears his thoughts, he sees a tall figure glide from a nearby intersection. Suguru’s profile is clear as day while he sneaks into the women’s side of the bathroom.
That fucking snake. He knew it. Gojo just knew Geto was trying to get in the way. And look what’s happened now. Gojo takes one step towards the bathroom, ready to intervene in whatever plans Suguru has, but one thought stops him. The guilt of all the pain he’s caused you.
Instead of charging forward, he falls back. He leaves. He chooses to wander the city instead of interfering with your happiness cause he fully believes one day you will wake up and remember where you belong.
Warm water sprays over your skin while you work your shampoo into a lather against your scalp. Your fingers work diligently, removing the oil that rests at the base of your follicles. As you spin to let water rinse the suds away, a shadow darkens the light you sense beyond your closed lids.
An alarmed gasp slices through the air as you pop open your eyes, but instead of danger, a very welcome sight greets you. A naked Suguru stands before you, every inch of threaded muscle and vein on display for you to witness. Your eyes rake over him till a stray clump of bubbles slips over your brow bone and stings your eye.
“Fuck!” Your fist immediately rubs against your closed eye as you return under the spray to wash away the rest of the shampoo.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Geto coos as he steps closer.
You laugh but push him away. "Can you please let me at least finish my routine first?"
“I guess,” he says with boyish charm, though his face turns serious. “Are you okay?”
Your smile slips away and your true emotions lay bare before him. “Not exactly.”
Geto steps forward one last step to cradle you in his arms. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Eventually, yeah,” you sigh, “but right now I’d rather have a distraction.” A playful grin returns to your lips as your eyes sweep up his chiseled form. “I wonder,” you lip slips between your teeth where you toy with the pink flesh, “what on earth could we do that would be a worthy diversion from my shit show of a day?”
“Hmm,” Suguru pretends to ponder in thought, “I’m not sure. Maybe we could play doctor. I see some horrible bruising around your neck that needs tending to.”
“Or maybe we can roleplay as human and vampire. My poor neck aches for you.” Your saccharine voice drizzles across his ear.
“Or maybe I need to tame a little brat,” he says, harshly grabbing your ass while his erection swells against your belly.
“If that’s the case, at least let me apply my hair mask first. It needs to soak for a minimum of five minutes.”
Suguru growls at your request, knowing your both serious but teasing. That little smirk you wear while scooping out a glob of white cream and combing it from the middle of your strands down to the ends screams brat-bait. Yeah, he’s decided. You’re gonna pay for each second you make him wait.
Slowly, you twist your hair before grabbing your plastic claw clip and securing the saturated bun near the crown of your head. Then, before you can rinse the excess moisturizer from your hands, Geto grabs you by the neck and lowers you to your knees.
“Stroke it.”
“But my hands-”
“Are perfect. Now stroke.”
You realize what he means and smile as you run your slick hands along his velvety skin, feeling the rush of blood pounding underneath. The hardness of his length increases with each playful touch, and soon you can’t help the dribble of spit that gathers in the corner of your mouth.
“Kiss it.”
Your eyes lift to his face, their expression hooded while your lips part and press against his head. He smiles, lightly thrusting forward.
“More," he grumbles the demand.
Your tongue darts out, licking at the opening of his slit before swirling around the rim of his tip. A needy noise slips from the giant looming over you, so you part your teeth and take his crown into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as your tongue laps against his tip till he can’t take the teasing anymore. His fingers slip beneath your claw clip and grasp your hair while his appendage sinks to the back of your throat.
“I said more. Now stop being a tease and take this cock in your slutty mouth.”
If your lips weren’t stretched around him, you’d smile at the dark lust brooding in his eyes. You did this to him. You are the one who turns him feral. You are the one who can make him soft, but at the same time activate this predator. You are the only person who can manipulate him to your desires and needs, because he is yours.
Suguru’s grip on your strands tightens as his hips begin pumping into your mouth. Your hands fly up to grasp his thighs, trying to stabilize yourself, but he slaps them away.
“Hands behind your back. Grab your elbows.”
You look up at him and nod with a mouth full of dick before following his orders. Bossy Suguru is definitely sexy. You’re gonna start losing your shit in class when he bosses you around on missions. You’ll forget the battle and beg him to fuck you if this tone carries beyond the privacy of your carnal activities. Your content hum vibrates along his shaft, earning you a twitch.
“Don’t fucking do that. I’m gonna bust in this pretty throat when I have other plans.”
Playful spite fills your eyes as you defiantly hum again. Accepting your challenge, Geto's hands plant on either side of your head and his hips roughly drive into your face, fucking your mouth till you start to cough. Then he pulls out and slaps your cheek like he used to in his office.
There’s a pang of desire that accompanies the familiar burn on your face. You look up at him, pupils blown wide when he leans down and pulls you up to your feet by your neck, before slamming your back into the cool tile of the shower. His mouth is hot on yours, tongue diving for yours while the fingers on his other hand plunge between your folds. First, it’s just his pointer and middle fingers, but soon he adds a third, slipping his ring finger in along with the rest, while your hands grasp the wrist of the hand tightening around your column.
Your face is flushed from the restricted blood flow that’s trapped with nowhere to run, while Geto shamelessly steals your mouth for himself. Your inner walls clamp down around his savage fingers, every part of you surrendering to his rough desire.
Abruptly, his lips pull away, and his hand yanks out of your core so he can feed your own arousal to you. Your gaze never wavers from his while your tongue laves around his fingers, licking each drop of essence from his digits.
“Good little whore,” he whispers before spinning you around and pushing your cheek into the tile. “Now let’s see how you take this dick.”
He runs his head along your seam before you arch your back and let him sink between your lips. He glides all the way to the hilt in one motion. “The brat’s that wet for me, hmm?”
You nod your head, letting your cheek smear across the wall.
His hand comes down harshly against your rear. “Use your words.”
“Yes, I’m that wet for you.”
He spanks you again. “That’s what I thought.”
He slides in and out slowly, not giving you the friction you so desperately need. You pout and whine with a look over your shoulder, to which he tisks.
“Does someone want more?”
He raises his hand, ready to spank you, reminding you to speak instead of nodding. “Yes, I need more.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up towards his cheek, then his pointer finger slips between your lips. You bite down, teasing him, hoping it will turn his thrusts punishing. Your mirthful eyes look back at him, where he smiles a toothy grin. “That was your last mistake.”
His finger pulls from your mouth, and he spreads your cheeks apart. A giant string of spit slips down the valley and pools at your puckered rear. Your face drops to a look of worry when the same finger you bit rims your pleated skin before pressing in till it breaks through your resistance.
You gasp and try to take steadying breaths while he taunts you. “Imagine if I chose to fuck you here instead of your sweet cunt.”
You do imagine it. You imagine the discomfort and the fullness. You imagine how filthy you’d feel. He called you a whore before, but anal would make you truly feel like one. Then his finger slides in and out of you in time with the thrusts inside your tight heat. You can’t stop the slutty moan that slips from your lips. Then another tumbles out in response to his fiendish laugh.
Just as you hoped, his thrusts do indeed turn punishing. They increase in intensity at the same time he stretches your ass to accommodate a second finger. You scream into the humidity, allowing his rough pace to wash your remaining innocence down the drain. He doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. His entire being is focused on one thing: devouring you.
Every part of your body thrums with endorphins, alight with his vigor slamming into you. Your knees grow weak after your orgasm crests. It breaks over your center, causing you to pulse around him and sends him over the edge himself. His abs tighten, his pace loses cadence, and soon his body hunches over you, slamming his final thrusts against the back of your hips.
Slowly he pulls out of both holes, but once his length vacates your canal, a long string of release slips down your inner thigh. He shoves your shoulders into the wall and drops to his knees to suck your clit. You shatter for him once more, falling limp against his face, trembling just to remain standing while his tongue scoops cum from your core.
When he rises to his feet, he yanks your head back by your hair and spits your mixed fluids into your waiting mouth before fiercely stealing your lips.
“Get used to the taste, Princess,” he whispers in your ear. “This is not the last time I’ll be feeding my little cum slut.”
When you pull back, there’s devotion in his eyes. He won’t say it yet, but you recognize that look for what it is. This is real. And that realization festers in your blood, surging through your veins and taking over each cell of your body. You accidentally admitted it to Satoru earlier. You love him, and you're pretty damn sure he’s in love with you too, which brings a wicked smile to your face.
Summary: Geto can't keep his hands to himself in a possessive claiming that leads back to the answers you seek from Gojo.
Warnings: marking kink, unprotected penetration, dark romance
Word Count: 4.0k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 5 I Part 7
Passionate, rough, and utterly satisfying. Those are the adjectives that best describe what just transpired on top of Sugaru’s desk. Now your sweats are back where they belong, but your ass certainly isn’t. The suddenly very clingy Geto has snuck you off campus and brought you home with him.
In his clean and simple home, his massive hands run all over your body, constantly touching you. Mine. You think the word every time you look at his angular face and long hair. All mine. The two of you stand in his sleek, gray kitchen while you grab a few snacks, feeling famished from the events of his office. However, only a few bites in, he guides you over to the couch, where he sits manspread, his eyes glinting with lust.
He pulls you to his lap, facing him, while your knees bracket his hips. With delicate touches, his fingers trace the lines of your body, his eyes following each movement. A new wave of heat washes over your body. Saliva suddenly pools in your mouth, and you swallow it down, a different type of hunger panging your stomach.
“You’re unbelievably beautiful.”
“Look who’s talking,” you chirp, hand lifting to cup his jaw.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” you happily agree. He pulls you closer, kissing your chest. Quiet moans fill the silent air. With your eyes closed, you ask, “Tell me, how did we go from enemies to this?”
“We were never enemies,” he breathes between languid kisses.
“You wanted to kill me.”
“I wanted to have proper soldiers in my war.”
“Am I a proper soldier now?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
“You’re such a tease.”
“Says the girl who’s clenching on top of my crotch.”
“You can feel that?!”
“Yes. Maybe I need to get rid of these tedious pants so you can do that wrapped around what you really want.”
When you clench again at his words, he smirks. “Why do you enjoy taunting me?”
“Cause I like the flush on your face.”
His lips descend again, trailing wet kisses along your neck, shoulders, and collar. Your head falls back while your hips rock. His hands fall to the globes of your ass, fingers digging into the muscle. You moan for him, pretty and sweet. A longing groan pairs with your noises of approval.
“Take these off.”
You don’t have to be told twice. Only a quick hop later, you’ve dropped your sweats for a second time tonight and eagerly climb back onto Suguru’s lap. He lowers his waistband so his appendage juts out, ready for you to slide against him while he toys with your lips.
Skillfully, your hips roll against him, gliding along his skin and slicking it before angling yourself so he catches against the opening of your slit. Once you have the angle right, you sink down. His head pulls back so his eyes can stare into yours. They darken as each inch is consumed by your warmth. A small dribble of drool escapes out of the corner of your mouth, and his tongue is there, lapping it up before diving back between your teeth. He’s everything you crave, even though you shouldn’t. He’s dangerous, a murderer, vengeful with a dark purpose. Yet something about his skewed morals and possessive need has you hooked. You can’t escape, even if you wanted to. Which you don’t.
He sits back while his hands glide you along his shaft, lifting you before slamming you down again. Your head lolls backwards. Each intrusion stroking up against your sweet spot in a way your dildo could never. His name slips from your lips, ringing through the air as you chant “Suguru.”
The attention you draw to your mouth has him shoving two fingers inside, leaving you to suck on them while he bites down on your already sore neck. You feel dirty. A filthy little whore obediently disgracing herself just for him. One of his hands releases the flesh of your ass just to spank the bright red skin still recovering from its beating an hour ago. You gasp while Geto shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your whine turns into a gurgle as you bounce up and down on him, choking around his digits while split up the middle by his length.
Each movement quickens while increasing in intensity till you shatter. Your tense body quakes before it melts atop his lap. Both of you pant while your head lays to rest on his shoulder.
“Sorry.” His deep voice slices through the quiet.
“What for?”
“I didn’t mean to get rough with you a second time tonight.”
“Ever consider I might like it?”
He shakes his head. “I just need you to know that’s not how I see you. You’re not a toy to me. I play with you like one, but you mean much more.”
“I guess I hadn’t even considered you’d ever think so little of me.”
“Good, cause I don’t. You’re everything.”
“Everything?” Your lips tug up into a smile as you lift your head to face him.
“Everything.”
Now you’re beaming while you feel a glob of arousal spill out of you.
“Just please stop kissing Gojo. I don’t know if I can stop myself from attacking him if it happens again.”
Fuck. That part. With a heavy sigh you climb off of Geto and ask to head to the bathroom together. “You’re right. I need to set a boundary. A firm boundary. He’s too unserious and doesn’t seem to be taking the hint.”
“Then don’t hint. Be blunt for my sanity.”
You look up at him and pet his bicep. He’s right. This isn’t fair to him. When you talk again, you need to set the record straight. But that reminds you.
“Suguru?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you know of my heavenly restriction?”
“So you figured it out.”
“You knew?”
“I guessed since you don’t have the Six Eyes.”
“Am I the only one in the dark on this?!”
“I would’ve assumed Gojo told you. Did he never talk about this?”
“No! And I want to know why.”
“I can’t imagine him hiding this from you. I’d think he’d want you to be as knowledgeable as possible before stepping into a veil.”
“Exactly! We were best friends! I don’t understand it.”
“Is that why you were with him tonight?”
“I was supposed to confront him but instead he- ya know.”
Geto's eyes sharpen at the memory.
“I just want an answer.”
Suguru collects you in his arms once you’re finished wiping yourself down with warm water and soap. “I know, baby girl. You’ll get your answers soon. I’m sure.”
The remainder of the night is a mix of tangled legs and cradled bodies. His large stature and strong physique brings a comfort of protection that allows your walls to crumble and a sweeping sense of safety to set in. It makes no sense. This man, who enjoys spanking you and has threatened your life, has brought you more comfort and safety in these past few days than anyone has in the past 5 years. A wire must be loose in your brain for you to feel this way, but when his bulking arms tug you closer while his body sleeps, you absolutely dissolve into a puddle of affection.
Healthy or toxic, you’re unsure you could stop your feelings towards Geto. Not that you want to. He came into your life like a wrecking ball, shattered your feelings for Gojo, and set up shop as a permanent structure. There is no future that does not contain him. You’re certain of this fact. He must be certain too, since his arms tighten yet again, sending you off to dream of happy thoughts.
Hey, when are you free. I need to talk to you.
Your fingers tap out the message to Satoru while you’re getting ready for the day in Suguru’s bathroom.
Anxious to continue our “conversation,” I see. 😉
No.
Such a tease
What is with everyone calling me a tease recently? Ugg.
No, not teasing. Just wanting to talk.
For you, I’m always available to talk. Want me to swing by your dorm?
Crap! He doesn’t know I spent the night off campus.
I’ll meet you at the dining hall for brunch.
Brunch it is.
Phew. I was getting nervous. Now I just need to be straightforward with him… and maybe wear a turtleneck.
Your eyes pan up to your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Geto did a number on your neck last night. He turned Gojo’s mark into a dark bruise with a ring of teeth indents surrounding it. Hmm, very possessive of him. You pull on yesterday's clothes, cringing at how obvious your hickies are. There’s absolutely no way you can be seen near Geto, not till you can hide these.
The bathroom door opens behind you. “Morning, princess.”
“Morning Suguru.” Your face flushes with warmth the second you see his hungry gaze.
You watch as his eyes drop to stare at the reflection of your column in the mirror, his smile appreciating the sight while his thumb traces each bruise.
This asshole is smug about this! Unbelievable.
“You got too carried away last night,” you critique while turning to face him.
“I got the perfect amount of carried away.”
“My neck says otherwise.”
“Your neck says exactly what I want it to say. ‘Off Limits.’ People need to know you’re taken.”
“By people you mean Gojo.”
“And that rutty teammate of yours.”
“Ty is harmless.”
“I don’t like how he stares. And I don’t like that I have to pretend like I don’t notice it, when really I want to black flash his stupid face.”
“You’re his sensei!”
“Which gives me the perfect opportunity to punch him.” he shrugs.
“Bad Suguru.” you say with a playful slap of his arm.
“Ow!”
“That did not hurt!”
“Kiss it and make it better.”
You cross your arms. “You’re kidding.”
“I never kid when it comes to your kisses.”
You roll your eyes with a smile and stand up on your tip toes before pecking his cheek. After you lower back to the flats of your feet, he points to his arm and taps the skin your hand had lightly smacked.
With a smirk you lean over and kiss the bulking muscle. Needy baby.
“Thank you. Now,” he claps his hands together, “you ready for me to take you back to campus?”
Your eyes widen in horror at the suggestion. “I can’t go back to campus with you like this!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m in yesterday’s clothes and covered in hickies! People will know if they see us arriving together.”
“True, but maybe that’s for the best.”
An incredulous laugh leaves you. “And have them remove you as our sensei. I think not. They’d replace you with Gojo in a heartbeat.”
Anger flashes in Geto’s eyes. “They wouldn’t.”
“They would,” you respond curtly.
His jaw ticks as he comes to the same conclusion as you. You step around him and head back to his bedroom looking for socks.
“It’s alright, I’ll get an Uber to take me home.”
“An Uber?! No, I can’t let you take an Uber home.”
You pause to glare at him. “Swallow your pride for just a minute. This is for the best.”
There’s irritation in his stare, but ultimately he agrees. “Just make sure you put a stop to Gojo’s feelings immediately.”
“We’re having brunch before class.”
He chews on the inside of his cheek, trying desperately not to show his feelings on the matter, but when it comes to you, he’s not so good at hiding his emotions.
Fifteen minutes later you're climbing into the Uber’s backseat while the driver openly gawks at your neck. Your gaze drops to your lap, hoping the angle of your head cuts off his view of your marks. This is so embarrassing.
The second you get back to campus, you speed walk to your dorm and dash to change into your one and only turtleneck sweater. You dress it down by pairing it with yoga pants, sneakers, and some cute studs. Then, with a light brush, you leave your hair down, even though it will definitely get in your face during class today, just to make sure your neck is covered. No one can suspect where you were last night.
After some strategically applied makeup and a final combover of your appearance, you head to the dining hall to meet with Gojo. Much to your shock, he’s already waiting for you at the end of the hall. The excitement in his smile is obvious as soon as he notices your presence.
Great. He’s gonna try to hold hands or something.
You fold your palms together in front of you as you approach Satoru, careful that your arms stay away from where he can easily grasp them. He beams at you, his charming smile that once brought your heart to a stop, now does nothing but make you feel uneasy.
As you assess his face, you start to realize talking in person might not be much better than text since he keeps his eyes covered with a mask these days instead of his sunglasses like he did when he was a student. As his abilities heightened, his eyes became more and more sensitive. But the switch always bothered you. You hated it when he started hiding his face. He started to feel like a stranger, and it became hard to tell what he was thinking.
“Morning Satoru.”
“Morning, beautiful.”
You pause, “Um, I’d appreciate it if you would call me by my name.”
“Oh.” The rejection in just the one syllable is unmistakable, but he recovers. “Well, shall we head inside?”
You nod and enter the cafeteria with him close behind. Each of you load up your trays and sit at a table in the far corner, well away from any possible eavesdroppers.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” He says the question with easy grace, but it’s obvious he’s bracing for something about your possible relationship.
“I have questions about my technique.”
It’s obvious when realization hits him that this conversation is nothing like the one he was expecting, and his cheeks dust pink before he follows up. “Oh, why didn’t you say so? Are you looking for some more private training?”
“No, I just- well, this week has raised some questions.” You assess Gojo, brow furrowing at that stupid blindfold.
“What questions are those?” His elbows are carefully perched on the table while he rests his chin on his clasped hands.
“Well, for starters, I wanna know why I can do Limitless without the Six Eyes.”
Gojo stills but you continue.
“Is it because I have a heavenly restriction?”
His expression doesn’t change but he doesn’t speak either.
“Gojo, answer me.”
“Yes, you have a heavenly restriction.” He says it matter of fact. No emotion at all. You wait but he doesn’t elaborate.
“Okayyy. So I’m assuming, based on this week, I have the sensory perception of one who possesses the Six Eyes but I have severely lacking cursed energy recovery.”
He nods at you, continuing to stay silent.
He’s being evasive. Something’s off. “Satoru. Is something wrong? I didn’t think there was anything bad about a heavenly restriction. I just don’t get why you kept this from me.”
“I assumed you knew.”
Liar. This is why you wanted to talk in person. “You assumed I knew? Don’t you think as my teacher, you should’ve made sure I knew? It would have been really important to know this limitation before going out into the field.”
“I guess I didn’t want to offend you by suggesting you didn’t.”
Double liar. “You didn’t want to offend me. Sure.” He nods. “Satoru, take off your blindfold.”
“I can’t, my eyes are sensitive today.”
“Take. Off. The blindfold.”
“No.”
“Satoru, so help me, take off the fucking blindfold!”
“Fine.” He slips the fabric up to his hairline and opens his startling blue eyes. They’re other-worldly. Absolutely gorgeous and easy to fall in love with. But equally provoking when one is angry.
“Look me in the eye and tell me exactly why you tried to hide my heavenly restriction from me.”
“I wasn’t hiding anything.”
“You expect me to believe that? In five years of training and two decades of friendship, you never once thought to talk to me about my restriction? You never wondered what was taken from me in exchange for the Limitless technique? You were never curious about the consequences? Or did you just not care enough to inquire?”
“I CARE!”
“LIAR!”
“Liar?! You are the person I care about most on this fucking planet! How could you ever doubt that?”
“How can I not?! You tried to hide something major from me! I almost died on that battlefield cause I drained myself to near depletion. I had no awareness that my cursed energy reservoir was different from others. I didn’t know it would take me this long to recover. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t normal. I had to find out from my teammate!”
“Don’t try to pin this on me! It’s your body. You should’ve known your limits.” Gaslighter
“I only knew what my sensei taught me! Turns out he did a shit job!”
“Cause Geto’s not qualified to be a sensei these days.”
“Not Suguru! You!! You did a shit job!”
His brows fly up behind the fabric of his blindfold. “Excuse me?!”
“I trusted you! I relied on you! And you kept a key piece of information about my abilities from me. WHY?! I need to know!”
Satoru’s expression looks pained. I’ve got him. For better or worse, he’s backed into a corner and will expose the truth. “I can’t.” His words come out in a whisper.
“No. You must.”
“It’ll devastate you.”
Your entire body runs cold. What could his reason possibly be?! “Satoru, do not hide this from me any longer. I need to know.”
“You’ll never see your family the same again.”
“My family?”
“And mine.”
“I don’t understand. Heavenly restrictions happen at birth. Is there something wrong with our families? Is that how I inherited a restriction?”
His face crumples. You can tell your guess isn’t even close to right. “Please, don’t make me say it.”
“Satoru! I need you to tell me! I need to know why you’ve been lying to me!” Tears slip from your eyes, and you’re regretting doing this in public. You didn’t imagine your emotions would run so high, but you’ve shouted more at him in the past ten minutes than you have in your entire life. His face shows he’s thinking the same thing, and what’s more, he looks terrified.
“Heavenly restrictions…” he begins carefully, “they- normally they’re naturally given. A gift from the heavens bestowed onto sorcerers at birth.”
“Okay, and…”
“And they’re extremely rare.”
“Okay, I get that too. Where are you going with this?”
“Well, for the past several hundred years, someone’s been trying to ’manufacture’ them.”
Your eyes blink fast. Manufacture them? Wait- “Someone for several hundred years? You do realize people don’t live for 200 years, right?”
“Not normally, but in the world of Jujutsu...”
You stare at him, gears grinding in your head. What sorcerers have lived more than 100 years except- “Tengen?”
“He’s one of them.”
“There’s another?!”
“The others aren’t exactly human. Though, neither is Tengen.”
“Are you trying to say a curse and Tengen are both researching how to place heavenly restrictions on babies?”
“There’s a curse by the name Kenjaku. He’s lived for over 1,000 years, and he’s obsessive when he sets his mind to something.” Your stomach starts to sink. “And the Gojo clan. They wanted more children like me. More clan members with the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique.”
“Don’t tell me they let this curse do experiments on their children.”
Satoru shakes his head. “Not pure-blood Gojo children. They weren’t willing to risk them till they were sure.”
Your lips part. “But they didn’t mind risking mixed-bloods like me.” Your eyes bore into Gojo’s, begging him to tell you it’s not true, yet everything about the pallor of his face says otherwise. “Tell me my parents didn’t agree to this.”
“You’re the only successful case.”
“The only success… What happened to the others?”
“They died before they could be born.”
“Is that why I’m an only child? Did I have siblings?”
“That’s why you’re an only child,” he repeats.
More tears silently slide down your cheeks. “How does one manufacture a heavenly restriction?”
“They learned from Kenjaku that the soul has to be altered in order to artificially apply a heavenly restriction.”
“They altered my soul?” He nods in the affirmative. “But I don’t even have the Six Eyes.”
“There can’t be more than one with the Six Eyes at a time. They thought they could change that. Besides, it's not an exact method. They learned of Kenjaku’s experiments through Tengen and started doing experiments of their own. They found a special grade curse who can change people’s souls through idle transfiguration and trapped him with curse manipulation. Then the Gojo elders used him to alter the souls of the unborn.”
It feels like the rug has been pulled out from under your feet. “How many children?”
“Ten.”
“Nine of us died.” How could your parents do this to you? How could they agree to this? “How many of those were my siblings?”
“Two.”
“Three children. My parents volunteered three children to these sick experiments.” Bile rises in your throat. You thought your childhood was normal. You thought you came from a loving and happy family, but in reality, your parents offered up your soul to the Gojo clan and their twisted ambition. “Did the Gojos ever try it on their own children?”
“No. They decided it wasn’t worth the risk. Besides, they already had me. I was already showing signs of prodigy, so they dropped it.”
The sarcastic laugh that jumps out of your mouth is full of derision. “Oh, not worth the risk. Cause mine and my sibling’s lives were expendable. My soul was expendable. Do you know how fucked up that is?! Who in your family ordered this?!”
Satoru whispers your name, begging you to stop asking questions.
“Who! Satoru! Who did this to me?!”
“My father…”
You feel your world cave in on you. The man you looked up to like a second father was really the mad scientist behind your abilities; he made you into a Frankenstein. You’re the monster, and he’s the doctor. You thought he loved you, or at the very least, was excited to have another sorcerer with the Limitless technique. I guess that’s partially true. You’re his most successful experiment. He loved your potential. Loved that his plan somewhat worked. Loved that your parents allowed themselves and their children to be pawns. A sick man with a sick plan. And your parents, are they even fit to be called parents? Who does something like this to their own child and why?!
Air, I need air! I can’t breathe!
Your chair falls backwards as you bolt up from your seat. Gojo grabs your wrist, begging you not to go, but you activate your technique, repelling him away. You know he’s stronger than you and could overpower your repulsion, but the fact that you’re using your power at all more than gives him the hint. He drops his hand while those gorgeous eyes beg.
“Please, don’t go. I’m so sorry. I only kept it from you cause I was ordered to.”
You can’t speak. Your gaze falls to the floor, suddenly finding it hard to so much as look at him. The man who was your best friend, now is the traitor who sided with his twisted father and kept the truth of your existence from you.
Unable to stay so close to him, you bolt, attempting to put distance between you and problems that cannot be run away from.
Summary: Geto haunts your rest period. You're supposed to be relaxing but instead your reality comes into question.
Warnings: Spanking kink, unprotected penetration, dark romance
Word Count: 2.7k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 4 I Part 6
Grains of rice shoot up your nose from the shock of Leo’s statement. You choke and sneeze. Then you try to snort them back down, which triggers a fit of coughing.
“For heaven’s sake, drink some water!” Ty shouts while tears well in your eyes. The phantom feeling of the rice in your nose makes it run so you grasp for your napkin and bring it up to your nostrils and blow into it, seeing one of the treacherous rice grains in the tissue while you continue to hack.
He’s right. I need water.
Your hand clamors for the cup, and you chug its contents, quieting most of your reaction but still requiring a few lingering coughs to clear your system.
Leo gives you a worried glance. “You good?”
“Not really. How did you know the name of my technique?”
“Cause it’s obviously the same as Satoru Gojo's. Your eyes get all glowy, and you use blue.”
“Alright then, how did you know I shouldn’t be able to use my technique?”
“A technique that comes from one of the major clans isn’t exactly a secret. Everyone knows you can only have the limitless technique if you also have the six eyes.”
“Oh.”
“So the better question is how do you have it?” he lifts an accusatory brow at you.
“Well my mom-”
“Is distantly related to the Gojo’s, we know." Ty cuts in. "But you don’t have the six eyes.”
“Well, I can’t explain it. All I know is that I can do it. Not as good as Satoru, but I can still do it.”
“Which makes no sense.”
Your eyes cast down. So everyone knows my secret. That’s not good. Gojo told me to not tell anyone so I’m not hunted and captured for research or experiments. Geto already knew of course. He and Gojo were close. But what’s the point of attempting to keep a secret that cannot be kept? Shouldn’t I just be learning how to protect myself instead?
Your musings are cut off by Leo’s continued examination.
“Given how slow you’re recovering though, I’m wondering if you have a heavenly restriction.”
Your gaze shoots up. “What?”
“Like Toji Zenin.”
“Toji Fushiguro,” you correct.
“Whatever. He had zero cursed energy and massive amounts of strength as a result. Maybe you have heightened perception, similar to the six eyes, but slow cursed energy regeneration.”
You feel like the earth is tilting. Why had you never thought of this? In all your time training with Satoru, it never once came up. Better yet… “How hasn’t Satoru figured this out? Surely he would’ve been curious to know how I’m able to copy his technique.”
“Curious? I’m surprised he didn’t already tell you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well surely he put it together while training you. He’s probably known for years.”
Your stomach clenches. “But if he knew, why wouldn’t he tell me?”
He shrugs, “how should I know? Go ask him yourself.”
You feel faint and it isn’t from lack of cursed energy. Would Satoru really keep you in the dark? Would he lie to you for all these years. Your legs spring straight, rocketing you out of your seat. Without even thinking about what you’re doing you start collecting your tray. “I need to find Gojo.”
Ty grasps your arm, worried by the look on your face. “Please don’t be upset. I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe he didn't think it was a big deal, so it wasn't worth mentioning.”
You don’t even make eye contact with him; your gaze stares ahead at the empty tables, too lost in your thoughts to focus on anything in particular. “Maybe you’re right, but I know Satoru. Everything he does is intentional. Everything." Your fingers tighten on your tray. "Excuse me.”
Ty’s hand falls away while you turn to deposit your dishes and leave the dining hall. Behind you, both boys sit in silence, the conversation about Geto’s morality long forgotten.
Your feet shuffle while you dig in your sweats pocket for your phone. You click on your neglected text thread with Satoru, realizing you used to talk to him every few hours. Now it's been 3 days. Actually, the last time you spoke was when he kissed you. Was that really earlier this week? Your hand absently lifts to your lips at the memory.
You blink away the thought and begin tapping out your question. Halfway through, however, you delete every word. This is an in-person conversation. I need to see his face to know if he’s lying or not. I never thought a day would come when such a statement would ever apply to Gojo.
Hey, can we meet? I need to see you.
Hi beautiful. 😍 Long time no see. Of course. I get back to campus around 6:30. Wanna meet up then?
Yes.
There. Let’s see if I get any answers.
After spending the entire day fidgeting and waiting for Satoru to come back to campus from his assignment, you’ve memorized your confrontation with Gojo. Even over a poor excuse for a meal, because of your nerves, you muttered to yourself what you were going to say. Cause how could he just keep this information to himself? And why had no one else mentioned that your eyes glow when you activate your technique?! At least now you know how Geto figured out when you stopped using it on the mission.
You walk between the dining hall and your room, mind still cycling on its hamster wheel, going round and round. It’s been a mentally exhausting day, but at least your cursed energy has returned for the most part. The hope is that after another night’s rest, it will be back to 100% in the morning. You reach for your power once again, a whisp of a smile tracing your mouth when you feel it waiting for you.
A few paces later, the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. Someone’s approaching. Suddenly, hot lips press against your skin. Geto.
Your eyes shut while a satisfied hum vibrates in your chest. Geto possessively sucks on your neck before his teeth ghost over your skin. His hands grip your hips while he grinds into your back, owning you the way you want him to.
Yes, this is exactly what I needed to unwind before seeing Satoru.
You curse yourself for even thinking of Gojo at this moment cause now the air is filled with his phantom scent instead of the calming and exhilarating crisp teakwood of Suguru’s bodywash. Needing the reassurance of his lips on yours, you spin around in his arms. Except… his arms are lean?
You gasp at the white hair in front of you. “Satoru?!”
“Hey baby,” he crowds your space, pulling you into him.
You lean back, trying to put distance between you. “What are you doing?”
He grabs the back of your head and yanks you forward, lips hovering just above your flesh, “What do you mean? You asked to see me.”
His mouth is hot against you, nibbling at your jugular before you push him away. “To talk, not to make out!”
“You didn’t seem opposed to making out a few moments ago,” he counters as he wipes his mouth off on the sleeve of his jacket.
“That’s cause I thought-” opps, better not finish that thought out loud. “Never mind.” You shake your head and try to add even more distance between you but he captures your wrist. “Where are you going? I haven’t seen you in days.”
“I was recovering." You straighten up and step another pace back, finally out of his arms. "But that’s beside the point I wanted to ask you-”
“THIRD GRADE!”
Gojo’s eyes flash with fury before your head whips around to see Suguru standing at the end of the hall, his body tremoring with barely contained fury. A shiver shakes your shoulders as you look at him, pupils dilated. How does he look so handsome, even when he’s livid? Need blooms in your stomach.
“Y-yes Master Geto?” You feel like you can't breathe when his stare is this intense.
“Why have you not reported to my office today with an update on your condition?”
What, he never told me to do that- oOh, You look back at Satoru who’s eyes never left your frame, he’s giving me an out.
“I’m sorry, Sensei. Coming!” You start to walk away when Gojo grabs your bicep.
“If he tries anything, let me know immediately. I’ll take care of it.”
You shake your head in disbelief. “It’s okay Satoru, I promise, I’m fine.”
He squeezes you harder, “I mean it.”
“Third grade, let’s go!”
You step away from Gojo and look back over your shoulder, “We’ll finish this later.”
He smiles wide, “I hope so.”
Your eyes round.
Crap. Why did I have to say it like that? I meant talking! I didn’t even get a chance to start asking my questions. Now he thinks I want a makeout session.
Before you can correct Gojo’s assumption, Suguru pulls you around the corner and drags you all the way to his office. He’s a wall of silent rage.
“Suguru, I can explain. That wasn’t what it looked like.”
He shoves you into his office, ignoring your words, then slams the door shut. He rounds on you, eyes red with rage. “What it looked like is that you were making out with Gojo again.”
“I didn’t know it was him at first!” you start to squeal as your rear backs into the edge of his desk.
“Oh, so you assumed it was one of the other men you’ve been making out with behind my back?!”
“What?! No! I thought it was you at first! I swear!”
“You seriously expect me to believe that?! We look nothing alike!”
“I know!” You’re desperate for him to believe you. He scares you when he’s angry like this, but what’s worse is the hurt you can see behind the anger. “He snuck up behind me and the way he grabbed me. It made me think- it reminded me of- fuck! I don’t know Suguru! I just know when a random guy kissed my neck, I wanted it to be you, and I tricked myself into believing that’s who it was!” Tears are pricking your eyes, pleading with him to trust your words.
His eyes flick down to your neck before they grow wide in horror. Your hand slaps over your skin, concealing whatever it is that Geto’s staring at.
“What?!”
He grabs your wrist and yanks it down. “He marked you.”
Your jaw drops, unable to defend yourself. The turmoil inside your chest clashes against your ribs. I’m having a nightmare. This is just a nightmare. I need to wake up.
You pinch your skin recognizing the pain but trying it again. Geto's brows pinch together.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to wake myself up. I need to get out of this nightmare.”
“This is no nightmare, Princess.”
“It has to be.” Your eyes fall into the dark abyss that are Geto’s pupils. “There’s no way I actually let Satoru give me a hickey. I-”
Geto walks away from you to round his desk. Your heart falters, fearful of the rejection that’s sure to follow. He silently opens his desk drawer and pulls out a round leather paddle. Wait, that can’t be right. Slowly he comes back around to the same side of the desk you’re on, stopping with his chest against yours.
“You already know what to do.” His voice is low and gravely, while your’s raises an octave too high.
“Excuse me?!”
“Bend over.”
Your lips part. He can’t be serious. However, when he waits for your move, you surrender and turn to face the desk, leaning over its edge. His fingers dip under your waistband and yank south. Your sweats bunch around your knees, and just before you can register the nip of the air against your skin, a loud cracking sound ends with pain hot against your rear. Your hands grasp the lip of his desk while you gasp in surprise at the force of the blow.
The cool leather rubs circles over your flesh, suddenly flushed red. You almost feel soothed by it till the paddle cracks against your ass a second time. You grunt against the desk, enduring the sting. He lifts and strikes again. How many times am I going to allow this man to spank me? Your eyes squeeze shut from each harmful blow.
Then the paddle drops between your legs, its edge tracing the seam of your center. “So wet.” He mutters. “Are you wet from him?”
You shake your head no, but he pushes your sweats down all the way to the floor.
“Spread them.”
Obediently, you step out of your pants and widen your stance, expecting those glorious fingers to spear into you. Instead, the flat of the paddle slaps against your folds. Your knees bend, slamming together to cut off his access. The action is met with Geto’s hand on your ass. You get the message and open your legs once more.
The paddle returns to your core and strikes the most sensitive skin on your body, over and over. You squeal from the painful pleasure till his digits sink inside you. Then you moan, low and guttural. Finally, he’s where you want him. You squelch, listening to how wet you are. Has he really conditioned you to be turned on by this? To enjoy how he hurts you? That was probably his goal all along.
He flips you over so your back is resting on his desk and your knees are on either side of him. The paddle lightly taps your face. “Hands under your back.” You obey, folding your forearms together under your spine. After an approving nod, he slaps the paddle against your breast. Your breathing stutters, but he takes no notice and does it again and again till your chest is bright red. You clench around nothing, only feeling the friction of his pants along your exposed lips.
“Please, Master Geto. I need you.”
He denies you and tries to strike you again. But if he’s going to play games, so can you. Your technique activates with a glow of your eyes. Geto tries to strike you, but it doesn’t land. He goes again. Nothing. And again. Still nothing. Then again, till he gets the hint.
“Fine, drop your technique, and I’ll fill your pretty cunt.”
You let your guard down for him to enter, but instead, he hits you with his hardest strike yet. Some of your arousal squirts onto his pants, and he smiles. “Mmmm, well, since you make it so appealing, I should really be a man of my word.”
He pulls himself from his waistband and sinks between your lips, gliding all the way inside, letting your slickness guide the way. Your back arches off the desk, cueing him to pick up the paddle again. His blows are quick and harsh, each one causing you to gush around his shaft.
Naughty sensei, he really did train me like a perverted puppy. I pant and cry, waiting for more of his beating so my pussy will grip him tighter with each painful blow.
And that’s exactly what he does. He brings you right to the edge with the pain, then hammers away between your legs. You squirm under him, mind an absolute mess. He has total control over you, and you love it. His name is sung from your lips on repeat, but he silences you with the paddle between your teeth, all while his lips brush against your cheek.
“You’re mine. You hear me, Princess?”
Your agreement is muffled by the thick leather.
His hips become punishing. “I refuse to share you. Especially with him.”
Your eyes cross before they close, satisfaction ringing through your body. All you want is him, like this, feral between your thighs.
“Which means, I need to take care of this.” The last word has an edge of disgust, but he lunges for your neck, exactly where Gojo surprised you earlier, and he bites down hard. You scream as your teeth sink into the leather trapped in your mouth. Each sharp clap between your legs matches the intensity of the assault against the juncture of your neck. Your nails bite into your own skin as you grip your forearms, coping with the intensity of it all. What feels like only heartbeats later, you unravel completely, shaking and falling limp. Trembling and twitching while your head dangles weightless off the edge of the desk. The paddle slips from your bite and clatters to the floor.
“You’re mine,” Geto whispers again, moaning as his movements falter. Hot ropes collect in your slit while he falls apart on top of you.
“All yours,” you coo back, slipping your hands from under your back and diving them into his long strands. His scent washes over you like a gentle rain. Your eyes close as your chin tucks into his neck.
I’m his, all his. Every cell, every emotion, every thought, I hand them all over to him. It all belongs to him.
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Summary: Geto haunts your rest period. You're supposed to be relaxing but instead your reality comes into question.
Warnings: oral female receiving, dark romance
Word Count: 2.7k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 3 I Part 5
His fingers, his mouth, his weight. Your breathing labors. Fingers, mouth, weight, the cycle repeats faster, fingers, mouth, weight, fingers, mouth, tongue. Gasp.
You spring up in your bed, panting. Thoughts of Geto have seeped into your dreams again. You clutch your damp sheets, realizing you’ve sweated through the silk of your nightdress. With a sigh, you get out of bed and tug off your night gown, replacing it with a dry one before stripping the bed of its sheets. You’re still tired from the mission, but now it’s impossible to truly rest. You can’t stop thinking about Geto. His memory lingers on your mattress, and you’ve been bed-bound for over a day, eating and sleeping in this damn room.
After replacing your sheets with fresh ones, you decide to go for a walk around campus. It’ll be good to escape the lingering smell of Geto’s shampoo that clung to your discarded sheets and breathe in some fresh air.
Yes. Fresh air sounds good… even at 1:00am.
You slide your door open and slip out, padding down the dormitory hall till you step outside. A refreshing breeze chills your heated skin as soon as your feet touch the ground. An instant rush of calm washes over you as you lay your head back, looking up at the night sky. Your lids flutter closed while each breath centers your body till all you sense is stillness.
This, this is what I needed.
After a few moments, you wander a little longer, looking for a bench to bask in the moonlight even as the night chill starts to encroach on your senses. One foot in front of the other, you travel along the porches that line the perimeter of each building, every one connecting with the next. Your fingers trace one of the handrails before you stop again to smell the breeze. It’s lovely. Crisp, woodsy, and… wait I smell-
“My oh my. Look who’s out of bed.”
“Master Geto.”
Your cheeks instantly heat, flashbacks flooding your mind of how he touched you like he owned you and pleasured you like it wasn’t your first time together. He steps up to you, standing too close, looming over you like you’re his. Long fingers card through your hair while his thumb tilts your chin up.
“How are you feeling?”
Your eyes lock onto his. He stares down at you with genuine concern, a softness filling his usual stern expression, like you’re his only priority.
“Tired, but also restless.”
He pulls you into his chest as you press your ear to his heart. It drums steadily, and you close your eyes, amazed at how the sound soothes you. “Anything I can do to help?”
One hand against your head, the other at the small of your back, Geto’s thumb lightly strokes over the sheen of your silky nightgown, melting you into his arms.
Since when does his presence have this effect on me?
You swear you could fall asleep standing up from how calming his aura is. It’s enough to finally bring weight to your eyelids, which are suddenly too heavy to keep open. Your mind starts to float away, and your body wobbles as it threatens to do just that. But it doesn’t matter because his strong arms keep you steady.
“Mmm, could you just keep holding me? It feels-” you yawn, fatigue tugging at your consciousness. “-nice.”
He chuckles softly, then scoops you up and walks you back to your room. “Of course, baby girl. I’ll hold you as long as you want. But don’t think I didn’t notice how slutty this little gown of yours is,” he whispers in your ear. “And you wore it out here in the open, begging for attention. So naturally, I’ll have to punish you for being a needy brat.”
You feel a faint tingle between your legs but you’re too tired to verbally respond. Instead you nuzzle deeper into his neck.
“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll wait till you're rested and can give me your undivided attention.” He kisses your temple and slides open your bedroom door. He steps in, closes it, and sets you down gently on your bed. You hum and feel the weight of sleep pushing you down. However, when he tries to stand up, your fingers curl into his robe. He looks down, smiling. “Tch, okay, baby girl, whatever you say.”
Geto leans across your bed, then rolls over you to settle behind your back, and pulls you into his chest. A satisfied hum signals your content from the heat of his firm body enveloping yours. Faintly, you feel a hardened length pressing between your cheeks, but the smell of his body wash and shampoo overwhelms your senses, and you slip into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
You moan. The pleasure of something warm and wet latches onto you from between your legs. Your fingers instinctively reach down and take purchase of long dark tendrils. Your hips grind into the sensation, gasping in ecstasy before even having a chance to open your eyes.
“What- is-” you cry out, unable to finish the question. Your leg twitches while your nerve bundle is sucked into a ravenous mouth. You squeal in delight, but a hand covers your mouth, muffling your pleasure.
“Shh, we don’t need Ty and Leo listening to you scream like a slutty little porn star. They might get the wrong idea.” It's Geto. What is he doing to you underneath the sheets?
You whimper quietly and grind into his face, begging for more. Geto yanks your nub from between his teeth in painfully erotic torture, leaving you to pulse around nothing. He feels how you clench your empty hole and slips two fingers beneath the seam, stroking you where you need him. He continues to muffle your moans with one hand while scissoring your cunt with the other, leaving you a gushing mess on top of the bed.
Your heels dig into Geto’s back as your own arches off the mattress. Behind closed lids, your eyes cross from the pleasure. They’re going to get stuck that way permanently if he doesn’t let up. Labored breaths suck in air against his palm. “Geto, I- I’m-”
His mouth suctions harder around your nerve bundle while his fingers hook just like they did the previous night. The coil in your abdomen tightens, ready to break. Your feet hurt from how tight your toes curl, but you can’t stop. You writhe at the same pace as Geto’s knuckles, matching their movements and exaggerating their impact. It’s exactly what you need for the inevitable snap that rockets bliss through your veins. When it hits, you go rigid, shaking stiffly against Geto’s face while his tongue laps over you, his cheeks still hollow from applying pressure.
A chill wracks your body before he releases you and allows you to fall limp. You breathe a sigh of relief, but your breath catches once more when Geto’s hungry tongue licks a stripe up your center, cleaning the fluids of your release. A second chill shoots up your spine before Geto’s gigantic body moves up the bed and lies next to yours.
With a twist, you turn towards him when his hand grasps your jaw. He leans close and grants a slow, passionate, open-mouth kiss to your lips. Tongue sliding against yours, he allows you to taste your sweet tang straight from his mouth. A deep groan joins in with the medley of moans you share before his hand finally releases you, followed by the departure of his lips.
“You’re exquisite, you know that?” His deep tenor whispers the words into the humid air of your small bedroom.
You’re too stunned to speak. Compliments from Geto are… weird. Instead, you dumbly stare at him, caught off guard by his dark eyes and midnight strands. His thin gaze studies you in silence before he closes his eyes and collects you in his arms.
“I guess you didn’t know, so let me be the first to tell you, you’re exquisite, Princess.”
“Thank you, sensei.”
There’s a rumble in his chest as he growls with his nose just above your ear. “You have no idea how sexy you are when you’re submissive.”
It’s true, you didn’t, but you’re starting to guess. His praise sets your heart ablaze with need. Even after the very intense oral you just received, you want to do more. You want to satisfy him. Pleasure him. Prove you can give just as good as you can take.
“Master, I’d like to give you your turn.”
His teeth graze your ear. “Not yet. Believe me, it’s tempting, but first I need to release some tension before I end up taking it out on you.”
“What does that mean?!” There’s a degree of alarm in your voice but he responds to you as if it were some obvious answer or normal behavior.
“Tch. I don’t want to be too rough. My control seems to slip in regard to you. On the mission, I don’t think I’ve ever summoned so many curses, but when I saw you were hurt, something snapped and I-” he shakes his head, leaving the rest unsaid. “I also don’t want to hurt you just because I’m too eager. So, for now, I’ll deny your very tempting offer and wait.”
The knowledge that you have the power to drive the ever-disciplined Geto into a state of feral hunger does something dangerous to you. You want to push him, touch him, break down his defenses, and unleash the beast he’s trying to hide from you. You want to see his cracked composure. Be the only one he reveals it to. You’ve seen it before, in his office, out in the field, and even once here in your bedroom, but you want more. You want to see what he looks like when he’s stealing pleasure for himself; when he’s coming undone at your hands. What does he look like when his loss of control happens inside of you?
“No, Princess. Don’t get any ideas.” Geto remarks, seeing the look in your eyes. “For once, be a good girl and do as you're told.”
“Hey! I always do as I’m told.”
His chuckle vibrates against your chest in a delicious way. “If you say so.”
You want to fight back, but decide to drop it and let him win this one. Besides, you want to lie with him more. So, instead, you snuggle closer and let yourself drift back into sleep, your body pressed close to his, feeling safe and warm.
You wake up hours later to your empty bed. There’s a hazy memory of Geto kissing your forehead and sneaking out in the early morning, but that’s all you can definitively say. Today’s your second day off to recover, and then tomorrow is back to missions.
You test your cursed energy by reaching for it to create a shield. There’s not much to grasp, but there’s certainly more there than there was yesterday. How much energy had you used the other day if it's taking this long to recover?
Your feet touch the tatami mat before making your way over to the wardrobe. Today’s clothes are simple gray sweats and a cami with a zip-up hoodie. Nothing cute, nothing sexy, simply comfortable. You leave your room and head over to the dining pavilion, hoping there’s some breakfast left, though at this hour, you highly doubt it. Maybe an early lunch is a better goal.
As you stride across campus, you rub your hands together, wishing for a little more of your sensei’s warmth. The air bites at your cheeks and numbs the tips of your fingers and toes. Even your lips start to feel dry while you pull your zip-up closer to your chest.
You reach the blessed warmth of the dining hall and head straight for the food line. A ravenous stomach goads you to take one of everything in sight. Soon, your tray is piled high with both breakfast and lunch options. Maybe it’s your nocturnal activities, maybe it’s your recovery process, or maybe it’s the boredom of being locked away for 24 hours. Whatever it is, it has you ready to gorge yourself.
As soon as your back is turned to the food stations, you spot Leo and Ty in the corner having a hushed argument. Hesitant to get involved, you reluctantly head over to a table by yourself. You can hear bits and pieces of their argument across the room. “He controls over 6,000 curses.” “I heard he killed his parents.” “He saved those two girls.”
Are they talking about Master Geto?
Your steps stop abruptly, drawing attention to yourself. Two sets of eyes spring to your form, standing in the middle of the room. “Oh hey! We’re glad to see you’re out and about! Come join us!” Leo calls.
“Yeah, settle an argument for us!” Ty piles on.
A drop of sweat beads on your brow. “Oh, me?”
“Yes, you! Sit!” Ty pats the bench next to him, and you reluctantly take it, wishing Leo had made the offer instead. “You’ve spent the most time with Sensei out of all of us. What do you think? Is he evil or not?”
“Is he evil?” you repeat, shocked by their brazen public debate.
“Yeah. Like, they made him out to be this monster, but he saved us after giving us room to fight and learn.”
“It’s weird cause he’s done some awful stuff, but then he’s really, I don't know, nurturing? How does that make sense?”
“I- I don’t know.” You ponder their line of questioning because it’s true. You’ve seen evil in him, but he also always had a purpose behind his actions. “He’s harsh. Really harsh. But he also watches out for me. Gojo made it seem like he would kill me the first time we went on a mission.”
“Yeah, but he completely lost it when he saw us get hurt. He carried you all the way home.” Ty offers
“He did?” You hadn’t really thought about how you made it back to the school. All you knew was that you woke up to him carrying you to your room. What did it look like when you were in transit?
“Yeah. But this is also the same guy who wiped out an entire village. That’s pretty evil.” Leo argues
“He also saved those two girls during that same incident. They were tortured and held captive for being able to wield cursed energy.”
“So that gives him the right to play judge, jury, and executioner?”
The two return to bickering while you ponder their question. Is he evil? Two days ago, you would’ve said yes, but something has shifted. You’ve seen a different side of him. A more caring side. A sexy side. But he is a murderer.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve been fantasizing about a cold-blooded killer. I literally tried to seduce him earlier! Fuuuck me!
Your body stiffens at this realization. Not being able to handle the weight of your thoughts, you mentally change topics and test your limitless technique again. Hardly anything! Just a faint hum of cursed energy. That can’t be right.
“Hey guys?” Your squad mates' voices quiet down as you speak up. “How long does it normally take to regain your cursed energy after a big fight?”
Ty shrugs. “I don’t know, a few hours. Usually a meal and a good night’s rest is all I need.”
“What about three meals and two night’s rest?”
Leo seems to pick up on what you're asking. “Are you trying to say your cursed energy still hasn’t replenished?”
Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as your brows pinch together. A silent nod confirms his question.
“That’s not normal.” Leo whispers
“Woah! Did you burn yourself out and do permanent damage?!”
Your fist punches Ty in the arm. “Not helpful Ty!!”
“Hey! I was just asking!”
A huff of exasperation from you is enough to shut him up.
Leo brings his hand to his chin in thought. “I wonder if it’s normal to take an extra long time to recover if you’ve used vast amounts of cursed energy. If you nearly depleted yourself to the point of almost dying, maybe that could explain it.”
“Have you ever heard of that before?”
Leo and Ty both shake their head negative.
Then Leo asks the question that knocks the wind from your lungs, “Do you think this has anything to do with how you can use the Limitless technique without the Six Eyes?”
Summary: Geto pushes you past your limits during a rescue mission and now it's a battle for your life.
Warnings: combat violence, dark romance, fingering
Word Count: 4.2k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 2 I Part 4
In the darkest parts of the morning, you wake up to Ty pounding on your door.
“What? What could you possibly need me for at this hour?” you moan sleepily.
“We’ve got another mission. Sensei should be here any minute," his muffled voice comes through the wood.
“Why aren’t we meeting in the classroom?” you ask groggily, not entirely understanding his words.
“It’s urgent. Hence why Master Geto is on his way here.”
You spring up in your bed. Here?! Shit, he can’t see me like this. Your silk pajama set is not for the eyes of three men. Especially not for the one who spanked you last night, or for a womanizer like Ty.
“Okay, okay, I’m getting ready, one minute!”
“Come on!” he says, shaking your door, “We need to go-” the door breaks, exposing you in your bra and panties with your pants still near your ankles. “-now.”
You stare at Ty in horror while his eyes immediately drop to your chest. They’re glued to your mounds while you hop around trying to pull up your pants before you can find a shirt and properly cover yourself.
“Good Morning, team, I hope we are all rea-” That sweet, deep voice stops in its tracks as Geto’s eyes follow Ty’s and see you half-dressed, rummaging for a shirt.
There’s another moment of horror when you catch not only Ty but also Geto gawking at your bra. You squeal in embarrassment and grab your blanket, covering yourself before Leo joins the group.
“Hey, so what’s the big rush about and why are we- oOh.”
“Oh for heaven's sake!" you scorn at them, "Get out! All of you! Do any of you have a shred of decency? It's too early for this shit.”
All three men turn away while you pull on your shirt and jacket. You then throw your blanket back on the bed and loudly kick your dresser drawers shut. “Okay, you perverts. You’re free to turn around.”
When they twist to show their faces, each one bears a distinct reaction. Leo is embarrassed, Ty looks like a boy on Christmas, and Geto looks hungry. Your eyes flutter down his massive body and then slip back over to Ty. The guy slaps on a smile that tells you the image of your bra and panties is seared onto the backs of his eyelids. Fan-fucking-tastic. Then, when you dare to glance back at Geto, the heat in his stare has only intensified. He told you he’d kill you, but the look in his eyes says he might hunt you first. Just when you thought you were past all the one-on-one sessions with your maniac sensei, now there’s a sparkle in his gaze that tells you you’re very wrong.
You bite your lip, realizing you’re never truly out of danger before you speak up again. “So, back to Leo’s question, what’s the big rush for? What kind of mission are they sending us on?”
Geto snaps back to reality. “Right.” he shakes his head ever so slightly and lets his eyes slip over to you before returning to the boys in your squad. “We have an urgent mission. We’re being sent to relieve another first-year team.”
“We’re reliving first years?” Leo repeats
“What happened?!” Ty exclaims.
“The curse they were after turned out to be existing inside a different curse’s domain. Now they’re trapped till we beat the original curse. I’ll need you all to keep your eyes sharp on this one. Domains layered inside other domains are rare and can be tricky to break. However, the curses are a low enough grade that they feel confident sending you three instead of a second or third year team.”
So we’re the rescue squad, and they didn’t assign this to an older team cause it will be a good learning experience. Got it. “How long have they been stuck in there?” you ask
“32 hours.”
“They’ve been there over a day?!”
“Yes. It happens from time to time. But often when there are multiple domains layered together, time moves differently for those inside.”
You take a little solace in that, but still can’t imagine how awful it would be to be trapped without food on a mission. “Why did they wait this long for a rescue party?”
“Protocol is 32 hours. But once that threshold is met, it is considered a matter of top priority.”
The three of you trek across campus and over to the sedans where the aids stand by, ready to take you to the other team’s location. When your group piles in the car, Geto's hand pulls you back.
“Master Geto, what’s wrong?”
“This mission is going to be more dangerous than the last one. Keep your technique up.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.” You narrow your eyes at him in confusion. “Why did you need to say that so secretively?”
“Because I don’t want to scare the rest of the team.”
His eyes that were so heated moments prior look at you with an intensity that clenches your core.
“Gojo is able to expand his limitless technique to protect the people around him. You’re trying to tell me to try that. Aren’t you?”
He nods. “I know you don’t have the six eyes, but do your best. Control your technique while your team handles the curses.”
“So I just sit back and do nothing?!”
“Not nothing. You shield."
“But what if I want to fight?”
“You’re not there yet. One skill at a time. Protect your squad first.”
“Fine. I’ll do my best.”
You see Geto’s hand twitch like he was going to grab your waist, but instead he smooths out his features with a nod and says, “That’s a good girl,” then motions you into the car.
Your eyes close while you regain your breath. You really wish he’d stop saying that.
You’re fucked.
All of you are fucked. When you enter the veil, tons of small curses swarmed the moment your foot stepped through. What’s worse, none of you can get out. It’s like something tampered with the rules of the veil as soon as you entered. And this cursed spirit? Well, it’s a lot stronger than the fourth grade you fought yesterday.
“I thought the aid was able to send intel out so the reinforcements were of the right strength.”
“They were. They reported a third grade curse.”
“I don’t think this is a third grade.”
“Agreed. It must have gotten stronger.”
“How?!” Ty bellows while swinging his battle ax made from air manipulation at the sprawling curses.
“Something about the domain. Perhaps the more people who enter, the more cursed energy.”
“And the more cursed energy, the stronger,” you finish.
“Exactly.”
“So there need to be fewer of us to weaken it.” Leo deduces. “Let’s test it.” He steps back towards the veil’s edge and runs into an invisible wall, which sizzles out of protest for our escape attempt. “We can’t leave.”
“No dip, Sherlock. I thought it was the other domain that the team couldn’t get out of,” Ty grits.
“It was.” you confirm
"Then how did we get stuck in this one?"
“So, by entering the veil, did we automatically enter the domain?”
“Yeah, Ty. It seems like it.”
“But why could Akari, Team Shoko’s aid, get out?” you question.
“I bet something about this domain only allows a certain number of entrants, and once it’s at capacity, the gates close,” Geto ponders. He brings his hand to his chin, processing the situation. “That, or the domain can tell who’s a sorcerer and who’s not.”
“So you’re saying we’re stuck here?!” Leo asks
“That’s what I’m saying."
"But as long as we find the curse that’s manipulating the veil and whose domain we’ve entered, when we exorcise it, we will be able to leave.”
“Correct.” Geto smiles at you. He has little patience for stupidity these days, so he’s glad his team is decently bright. Good thing, since it looks like the fight ahead is going to be much harder than the intel predicted.
A curt nod from Geto signals it’s time to get serious. You push your technique out and make it expand around the group. It’s hard, it requires a lot more energy and perception than shielding only yourself, but, it’s manageable. Based on your fatigue, if the team keeps this tight formation, you could keep this up for a little over an hour.
However, merely 15 minutes in, the group is moving in too many directions. You close your eyes, like Gojo taught you, trying to follow the sensation of their cursed energy but it’s like trying to leash a herd of cats. Your technique shrinks back to you as you grow frustrated, panting heavily. Without the six eyes, this should be impossible. Even stranger, you shouldn’t be better at it with your eyes closed. When Gojo fights, he takes off his blindfold. He must have figured out something a long time ago when he started training you. It would've been nice if he shared what. You try to refocus and expand again, but dropping your shield at all turns into an unforgivable mistake.
Within seconds, you hear Ty scream. He had been killing recklessly, relying on your shield to preserve his safety while he ventured to the center of the chaos, looking for the main curse. Then Leo shouts behind you as four curses pounce on him. No.
“Third grade! Get your technique up!”
Your crumpled face turns to Geto. He sees your look of defeat and curses under his breath while returning to your side. “We don’t have time for this right now. Get your shit together, or I’ll relentlessly strike you for the next month.”
You squeal and try to expand, your ass sore just from the thought of his punishment. It doesn’t help that he moves behind you, standing where your rear is exposed to him.
“That’s it, baby girl, now push.”
You try and struggle, willing your limitless technique to reach out like a hand towards your team.
“Ty! Leo! Fall back!” Geto shouts at the boys and then quietly leans into you, resting his hands on your hips. “I suggest regulating your breathing and centering your shield, or I’ll be seeing you in that pretty underwear of yours while you're bent over my knee. Now focus.”
Your heart hammers for a completely different reason as you let your energy flow through you. You control your breath, dragging air in through your nose and out through your mouth. Then you try to ground yourself, reaching for the stability of the earth beneath the soles of your feet. After that, your technique bursts outwards, covering your team once again.
A victorious stretch of your lips is shared with all three of them immediately before an instant wave of exhaustion sweeps over your body, siphoning your cursed energy. You hold strong and leave it up to your friends to fight for their lives.
Through your haze, you watch them come; the stream of curses rolling towards you and surrounding your group of four, pushing against your shrinking strength, trying to break through.
There’s so many curses descending on your team and beating against your shield. The assault is draining your energy. Your defenses wane again, leaving you faint.
Geto joins the fray and unleashes two of his cursed spirits. He possesses many through his curse manipulation technique. He’s incredible, really. The way he can just whip out an army of spirits to fight his battles. It gives you hope. Your heart pulses with another wave of strength, but the exhaustion pushes you down faster till your technique dies altogether. No!
More pained shouts from your team instantly follow. Geto's eyes snap to his left to see Leo and Ty attacked by a curse with ten arms. Geto wields a new curse to handle it while the other two continue to annihilate the unending army. Then his eyes snap back to you. There’s desperation in your stare as you witness your friends get beaten by the flurry of arms swinging their way.
No… I can’t fail them… I can’t.
But there’s no raising your shield there’s only… Blue.
Geto catches the look on your face when it shifts. “No! Third grade, I know what you’re thinking, stop!”
Your fingers pinch and you focus. Even if this means they start attacking you, at least your friends are off the hook. Your eyes burst open as you blurt out the command. “Blue.”
Pulse
Nearly twenty curses fly towards your body, some with their arms extended, their talons out, or their teeth barred. Knowing you’re about to get clobbered, you try one last time to raise your technique so they don’t harm you, but Blue was the end of your cursed energy; use any more and you’ll die.
Bodies collide with yours, hitting you on all sides. The wind is knocked from your chest, and there's a mess of warmth, stinging, and pain. Your skin is sliced on your neck, and you feel a claw puncture your side. The sound of a giant animal roars beyond the chaos. White flashes before you, and the curses that once blocked your vision are cleared. Geto's dragon. Your heavy lids flutter up before you spot him, standing with his legs wide and his face sealed with a look of cool fury. Geto’s anger has been unleashed.
If you thought Geto had produced strong curses before, it is nothing compared to what rises through the earth now. He must be using every curse at his disposal by the way his eyes turn black with anger. Black like the edges of your vision.
Fuck, I’m weak and wounded.
You hear your own thoughts like they’re off in the distance. You’re out of it, but not out of it enough to forget that Geto might make good on his promise. If a curse is about to kill you, he’ll be there first.
I’m going to die, aren’t I?
It’s bullshit. You did as he asked, you tried to maintain the technique for your whole squad. But you’re not like Satoru. You don’t have the six eyes. You can’t just extend your technique to protect an entire city like he can. You can’t create a domain yet. You might not be some weak fourth grade, but you’re still a third grade who’s in her first year.
You listened to him. You trusted his tactics. Now… you’ll be dead by his hand.
No. You’re tired. You’re so, so tired. But you can’t give up. If you look as weak as you feel, he’ll come for you, kill you before the curses do. So you roll to all fours and try to stand.
One foot, then the other, now you’re up. There, I did it. You stare out at the battlefield and see Geto’s curses attacking what looks to be a second veil. Good, he’s rescuing Shoko’s team. They’ll be okay, just like you. You take a step towards them but the darkness continues to encroach on your vision.
The world goes hazy, then tilts, then nothing.
“Let me see her!” Gojo’s panicked voice rings distant.
“No, she’s resting. The last thing she needs is you trying to jump her bones.” It sounds like Geto. His voice is so stern. If you were capable of fear, you’d feel it. But you’re not. You’re not even able to open your eyes.
“Oh, now you’re protecting her. You! The man who’s been beating her for two weeks?!”
“Teaching, Gojo. I was teaching her and she figured it out so you can fuck off with your abuse allegations.”
“Gentlemen, relax, there’s no need to whip out the measuring stick. Why don’t you both leave and let her rest? Then, when she wakes up, she can choose who she wants to see.” This voice sounds like a woman.
Is that Shoko? She can use reverse cursed energy to heal. Did she heal me?
Your hands twitch, itching to check your sides and neck to see if you’re right. But if they see you’re awake, they’ll want to talk. I really don’t want to talk. I want to sleep.
“Great idea.” Geto says, his voice getting closer to you. “I’ll take her to her room, and once she wakes up, she can do whatever the hell she wants.”
Wait, is Geto gonna take me to my…
A large pair of hands lift you bridal style into even larger arms. They feel so strong and warm. You like it. These arms are comforting.
“Don’t touch her! If anyone should take her, it’s me.”
“Gojo, lay off. Geto's just doing his job.”
So I really am in Geto’s arms. Huh, feels… nice.
Your head lulls against Geto’s chest as he walks you back to your room. It’s quiet now that you’re alone, except, if you’re alone, that means there are no more witnesses. Your body stiffens with the realization. Fuck, as soon as you have an opening, you need to slip Gojo’s dagger into your hand. It’s a special grade object so it will still pack a punch. It should compensate for your current lack of strength.
You need to fake unconsciousness a little longer, so you rest your head against his chest. His broad, massive, muscular chest. Damn, he’s formidable. Meaning, if you’re going to do this, your only chance is taking him by surprise.
He carries you for several minutes. Based on the smell of the hall, you’re definitely in the dorms. You can practically get high off of whatever Leo is smoking, and Ty’s cologne reeks, even from back here. Then you’re hit with a pleasant waft of vanilla, which means the door Geto just opened belongs to your room. Wait, they fixed my door already? You make a mental note to thank whoever fixed it so fast, if you live through this, that is.
Once Geto closes the door behind him, he lowers you to your feet.
“You can stop pretending to be asleep now.”
Your eyes spring open and you reach for the blade in your pocket. Quickly you turn around and hold the dagger to Geto’s neck trying not to fall over. “I’m not going to let you kill me. I know I fucked up today, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to die.”
His startled face spreads into an amused smile. Uh-oh that can’t be good. Geto's fingers grip over your hand, and then he spins around your body, pressing your cheek against the wall while holding your wrist behind your back. “Who says I’m going to kill you today?”
“I almost got killed by cursed spirits. You said you’d kill me before they do.”
“And I stand by that promise. But does it look like any cursed spirits are about to kill you right now?”
Your head kicks back and hits Geto in the nose. He releases you to cup his face, but then catches you as you twist around to stab him in the ribs. One hand making a necklace on your neck, the other wrestling with your knife-wielding wrist, he pins it over your head while his eyes burn into yours. He leans in, sore nose pressed into your cheek, “Why do you tempt me like this? Why must you play with me?”
“Tempt you? I do no such thi-”
Your final words are muffled by his mouth stealing your lips. His lips command yours, telling them exactly how to move, bend, and part. His tongue sweeps in behind your teeth, brushing over your pink muscle and pulling sweet cries from your throat.
Then his body pushes up against your chest and hips. Your skin bursting into a show of fireworks. Every nerve in your body lights on fire in a dazzling display. Against all logic and reason, you’ve never felt so much need rush through you at once. You want him, painfully so, and the thought of being without him inside you another second is unbearable, but there’s one pesky problem...
You drop the knife in your restrained hand and catch it in the other one, then swing its blade into Suguru’s neck. But the bastard blocks you.
“Don’t you dare try to kill me after I finally taste you for the first time.” His voice is dry and husky, nothing like the warm, honeyed tone you’re familiar with. This one is raw with desire, and it balls the nerves in your lower abdomen. “Drop it.”
You do. The dagger clatters against your floor and Geto kicks it to the side.
“Since you have so much fighting spirit suddenly, maybe I should serve you with a bit of punishment for today’s failure. How does that sound?”
Your eyes widen and your head shakes.
“Come.”
He throws you down on the bed, your knees crashing to the floor while your hands and face collide with the mattress. Within a second, Geto is upon you, yanking down your pants and underwear in one go, exposing your cheeks to the cool air.
In defiance, you try to stand up, but along with a low growl, one massive hand on the back of your head pushes you down again. “I’m angry with you,” he whispers just before the first blow. “I told you I’m not ready to part with you, but then you recklessly drop your technique and spend the remainder of your cursed energy. Are you trying to get killed?”
His hand comes down on you a second time with such force that you’re certain you have a handprint on your rear. “I’m not letting you go without a fight, Princess. So you better shape up and get stronger.” A third agonizing spank rips across your skin, and you cry out in pain. You try to activate your technique, stop him from touching you, but you’re still too weak from before.
So instead of focusing on the pain or making it stop, you try to block it out by focusing on his words. He “doesn’t want to lose you.” He “finally tasted you.” Crap, he did taste me; the man kissed me. Has he- No, not possible. I’m not even gonna go down that hole.
But the rabbit drags you into it anyway when he yanks your pants down further and rubs his forefinger along your seam. Your skin puckers with anticipation, and all that need from before floods back in. He feels up and down your core till an accidental moan slips out of your mouth.
Geto sucks in a breath and slips the fingers of his other hand into your hair, fisting the tendrils. “Do you like when I touch you here?”
You nod your head, letting him yank on your locks while your face is buried in the bed. You’re too embarrassed to speak. Your sensei just kissed you and now he’s touching you. And what’s worse is you don’t want him to stop.
Skimming his finger down your folds and towards your clit, Geto begins to draw circles. Round and round till your breath comes in short gasps and your fingers clutch the sheets. “My oh my, you do like that. Interesting.”
He teases your sensitive nub, letting you squirm in his clutches. “Do you also like this?” Geto's finger slips up your freshly slick labia and dips into your entrance. It’s only a slender intrusion, but you’ve become sensitive from the sting of his hand against your skin, making these small pleasures swell in impact.
You whimper as he lazily pushes his finger in and draws it back out. Each touch ignites a fire in your belly that has you arching for him. He adds a second finger, then a third, seeing what you like most. You rock into his hand, politely asking for more, but instead he releases your hair and slaps your fleshy back cheek with one hand while the other increases its speed inside your silken walls. You gasp and breathe his name, “Geto” squirming in his clutches.
He rests his forehead on your back, his chest rumbling low. “Don’t say my name like that. I’m not sure I can control myself if you do.”
“You call this control?” you retort, breathless from his minstrating hand.
“Yes.” he coos, picking up his pace. “There’s so much more I want to do to you, but I’m not going to let myself-”
You squeal in ecstasy as his fingers hook forward and his hand works you faster till filthy squelches join your cries. You’re close, so close to release, and it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. He understands how to please you better than you know how to please yourself. The pressure, the pace, all of it is so overwhelming that you start to shake.
“That’s it, Princess. Right there.”
Your body trembles till you feel a warm rush. It starts at your core, then blooms, spreading through your body. It’s then that you writhe against the bed, bucking, quaking while air catches in your throat. You’re under his spell, lost in the pleasure he provides, but it seems he’s lost too. When he pulls out of your slit, he drags you up onto the bed and presses your back into the mattress. He climbs on top of you to seal a kiss against your lips. It’s impatient and lustful, full of want. He’s a man drowning in desire while his teeth bite down on your lip and pull back till it slips from his grip.
You look up at him, panting, wondering if what just happened was real.
His eyes bore into yours, filled with intensity. “Don’t die on me, Baby Girl. Like I said, I’m not ready to lose you yet.” He kisses your forehead softly and gets up off the bed, striding out before stopping at your door. “And get some rest. You have the next two days off.”
Summary: You've done well on your first mission but Geto still plans on punishing you. Gojo gives you a gift that you pay for the price for in Geto's office.
Warnings: Abuse, light violence, dark romance
Word Count: 2.9k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 1 I Part 3
Monday is met with your first mission as a team. Jujutsu University is far different from Jujutsu High. One is all about the politics and philosophy of cursed energy, spirits, and techniques. The other is all about battle and how to survive it. No wonder they don’t let you on missions till you’re twenty.
If you’re being honest, you weren’t sure what to expect while on a mission. Especially considering your sensei straight up said he’d murder you before a cursed spirit had the chance to. It feels like a very real threat. If you seem to be caught in a losing battle, Geto will just intervene and finish you off before the spirit has the chance. Mistakes happen on missions every day. Right? No one bats an eye if someone dies in battle. Meaning weakness is not an option.
You strengthen your defenses, activating your technique and expanding how far away from your body it reaches. Hopefully, like this, even Geto can’t touch you. At least not like how he plans to tomorrow.
Your eyes slip over to him and catch him already staring at you. He gives an approving smile as if he can tell your shields are up. Your gooseflesh rises, and you stand a little straighter, wondering how long he’s been watching.
You and your team wander around the halls of a middle school 40 minutes away from campus. You search for nearly ten minutes before you find the spirit you’re looking for. It’s weak. Though you guess that’s the point. Your first mission shouldn’t be challenging. Better to take on lower grades in the early days than die doing something more challenging.
This spirit here seems to be a fourth-grade. Just a blob of sadness making strange noises and lashing out at anything that goes near it. However, its defenses are more challenging than they should be. The curse’s movements are erratic and hard to predict, making them difficult to deflect when trying to land a punch.
“I can’t hit it without getting attacked,” your teammate, Leo, complains. Out of the three of you, he’s the most assertive, always looking to play offense instead of defense. There’s a crease between his thick black brows as he thinks.
“So team, what can we do instead?” Geto prods.
“We could throw something at it.” Your peer, Ty, pipes up. With his loose brown curls and a knowing smile, you’re positive Ty was a heartthrob and a menace in junior college. He definitely stole the V-cards of at least 5 girls and has never been told ‘no.’ And unfortunately, he obviously has his sights set on you. But thankfully, when he flashes those pearly whites your way, it’s met with Geto’s shoe in his face.
“Ow! Hey!”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right. Throwing things does seem to work.” Geto's deep voice agrees while slipping his shoe back over his foot. You can’t help but giggle as Ty protests. “However, what else can you do? Come on, first years, lean into your techniques.”
Geto's eyes catch yours again, like he’s trying to tell you something. You gasp.
Quickly, you hold out your hand, pinching your pointer and your thumb together while channeling cursed energy between them. A small ball of blue light forms, growing in intensity before you whisper its name, “Blue.”
There’s a pulse. The energy shoots outward, and as it does, you form a fist with your other hand. While your teammates and Geto surge into you from Blue, your limitless technique still pushes them away, only allowing one thing to fly forward.
The curse is so astonished by its sudden acceleration towards you, the attacker, that it forgets to try and defend itself, leaving it open to the swing of your left fist hurtling through the air. The curse explodes on impact, your punch sending purple blood spattering onto everyone’s faces and gooey remains falling to the ground before burning away.
“Ugh! Yuck!” Your team hurriedly wipes their faces free of debris while you stand there squeaky clean. Nothing touched you because your technique was engaged, but you let it fall now that the curse has been exorcised. When you finish assessing your team, you look back at Geto, and he’s smiling… really wide.
“That’s exactly what I meant, third grade.”
The heat in his eyes makes you feel… What would one call this? There's a tingly sensation that swarms your skin, starting in your chest and spreading outward. You're not sure what to call it, but whatever this is, one thing is certain: Geto's happy. Maybe he’s happy enough to cancel tomorrow’s punishment.
“Come, let’s exit the veil.”
There are agreeing murmurs from your team as everyone turns towards the stairwell and makes their descent. Geto's hand brushes against yours and pulls you back so you can talk privately.
“Someone’s finally catching on. Hopefully it lasts through our meeting in my office tomorrow.”
“We’re still meeting tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
So that’s a no on the cancelled punishment… great.
You don’t even get to enjoy telling Satoru about your victory yesterday while using Blue because your stomach is still knotted up in anticipation of today's visit. But it doesn’t seem like Gojo cares since he pulls you close and presses something in your hand. His face is a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“What’s this?” You pull back and look down.
“It’s a dagger imbued with cursed energy,” Satoru explains. “It belonged to the Zenin’s but I was able to purchase this special grade weapon for your safety.”
You look up at Gojo, amazed. “Special grade?” You look down, admiring the blade. “Gojo, how much did you spend on this? Spend on me?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does, Satoru. How much?”
“You being alive will always matter more than money. I’m a special grade sorcerer, remember? The strongest, in fact. They pay me five times the rate of your sensei. So trust me, for you, I have money to spare.”
You look up into his sapphire eyes, really look. He’s pleading with you to take it. You don’t want to. The gift is too much, but your protests die in your throat, and you close your lips with a nod of your head. “Thank you.” Your fingers close around the hilt. Maybe this will prove useful. However, before you can pocket the knife, Gojo grabs you. His hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for a desperate kiss.
Your head spins while slender fingers caress your skin. He’s kissing you. Satoru is kissing you. You’ve been wanting this for years, and it… it tastes… wrong…
Your lips work mechanically against Gojo’s, following his lead but not joining his pleasure. He moans into you, fingers sliding down and tightening around your waist. After years of questioning whether this man had feelings for you, after years of hoping he did, suddenly you’re wishing… You’re wishing he didn’t.
He spins you around and presses you into the wall, his tongue parting your lips, pleading to be let in. Against your better judgment, you go along with his desires, unsure how to stop this without hurting his feelings. Your heartbeat races, panicking. How do I say no? How do I not ruin our friendship? He groans again, whispering your name between breaths, swallowed whole by his feelings for you.
Your hands rise and you push them into his chest.
“Gojo, wait. We shouldn’t be doing thi-”
“Yes, listen to her Gojo. You shouldn’t be doing that.”
That- That deep voice. It’s Geto.
You’re so startled by Geto’s sudden appearance that you hit your head on the wall, trying to jump away from Satoru. “Ow!” Your hand rubs along the back of your head.
“The fuck are you doing here Geto?” Satoru bites before turning to you and trying to soothe the ache in your scalp.
“Looking for my student. But I see you are busy with her first.” Suguru sneers back.
You wish you could melt into the wall. Not only did you kiss Gojo, but Geto saw the kiss. Your eyes sweep up to Suguru’s face; he looks pissed. You’re not sure why, but you’re certain that's what he is. The glare he shoots at his former friend could light a person on fire. Perhaps he can't stand the lack of discipline, or maybe it's the unprofessionalism of student-teacher relationships, or maybe he just hates Satoru's happiness. But whatever the reason, he feels strongly about it.
Desperately wanting to escape, you attempt to make your exit. “I, um, I should get going.”
“Hold on, third grade, you will not be dismissed before heading to my office.”
Your mood plummets further. Of course, he was going to drag you to his office. Why wouldn’t he? You didn’t really do anything wrong, yet you’re terrified of what this latest transgression will cost you. New-found trouble over a kiss that left you hollow instead of elated. How unfortunate.
Discreetly, you tuck away the knife that Gojo's shitty kiss just earned you. Cause even though you insisted it was too much, you might end up needing this little blade after all.
“First year!”
You jump again, “Yes?”
“My office. Now.”
“Yes, Master Geto”
Just like last week, you scurry away from the pair of men and head down to your punishment. This is so unfair. Just cause Geto has it out for Gojo doesn’t mean you should be caught in the middle. Since when is it a crime to have friends?
As one foot follows after the other, you hear explosions in the distance. Your breath stammers once you realize they’re having a battle… Is it over me? Your eyes pinch shut in horror. What does it look like when two special grades go head-to-head? And why does it feel like it’s about you? You didn’t ask for this; you didn’t want this. All you want is to train, to learn how to fight cursed spirits, and to make the world a better place. A safer place. But instead, you run. You dash to Geto’s office, praying the building doesn’t fall down on your head. You know what they’re both capable of. Especially Gojo. He’s told you about his fight with Toji Zenin over a dozen times. You know how he can turn the battlefield to rubble.
Maybe I should hide under the desk? Yes, just in case.
You squat and crawl under the cheap walnut, praying it’s sturdy enough to hold against a crumbling building. The crashes and bangs last a few minutes more, and then there’s silence. Eerie, unmistakable silence. Only the sound of your heavy breathing ripples through the air.
Just when you fear you may be the only one left alive, the office door creaks open. You bolt to your feet and hit your head for a second time this evening on the edge of the desk. “Ack! For fucks sake,” you whisper, rubbing your scalp.
“Language.”
It’s him. You turn to see Geto’s amused expression staring back at you. He’s… your eyes pan over him… unhurt.
“You’re okay.”
“Are you disappointed?”
You think for a moment, then shake your head. “Surprisingly, no.”
He hums and strides around his desk to stand next to you. “And what exactly were you doing under my desk?”
“Taking shelter in case you two brought down the building.”
He laughs. It’s a foreign sound. One that you had a hard time imagining until now, but is shockingly pleasant. “Oh, please. We’ve had worse fights.”
“That’s normal for you?”
“Satoru has always been a bit emotional. Don’t you agree?”
A tight smile forms on your lips. “I guess.”
Suguru’s hand reaches for your face and cups your cheek. His palm is warm and gentle, unlike the usual way he touches that same skin with his hand, and his expression is soft while he looks at you. Then suddenly his eyes harden like he’s remembered something, and his hand falls to his side.
“So, care to explain to me what I walked in on back there?”
“No.”
“Try that answer again.”
“I really don’t want to talk about it.”
He stares you down with an expression that spooks you to your core.
“Fine.” Your eyes fall to the desk in embarrassment. “Gojo gave me a gift for missions, and then he kissed me.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“The gift is too expensive to accept; it makes me uncomfortable.”
“Is that the only part that makes you uncomfortable?”
Your gaze flicks up. He’s referring to the kiss. “I’d rather not say.”
Geto schools his features to look indifferent, which tells you he feels anything but. He’s upset, yet he speaks in an amused tone.
“Always breaking the rules and failing to show respect to your superiors. You’re quite the project. You know that?”
You choose not to respond. Geto isn’t entitled to every thought and feeling you have.
His hand gestures over his desk, “You already know what to do.”
Resigned to your fate, you step around to your side of the desk and lean forward. Geto winds back and throws his palm at your face with everything he’s got. Stars explode behind your eyes. What the hell? You gasp for air. That was way harder than normal. Is he really that pissed about Gojo’s kiss? Or pissed about you hiding your feelings about it?
“Again”
Your eyes plead with him, not wanting to go again. That first slap hurt so much that you’re sure you’ll have a bruise from one strike alone, but the hard lines of his face tell you not to argue. You lean in a second time, staring him straight in the eye. When he brings his hand against your cheek, you scream in pain.
Surging with anger, he flips his palm and backhands you across the face. Something he’s never done before. You fall backwards, touching your burning face as he shouts at you in a rage. “Come on!” His frustration pours out of his voice. “Why are you just taking it? What will it require for you to engage your technique? Or do you plan on letting me beat you like a cheap whore forever?”
What?
Geto rounds the desk; his entire demeanor changed. Calm and controlled minutes prior, now he’s a whirl of boiling anger. His eyes are laced with venom when he grasps a fistful of your hair. “Perhaps where I’m striking you isn’t motivational enough.”
He pushes you down and leans his weight into the back of your head till your throbbing cheek is crushed into the grain of his desk. You try to stand back up but he holds you firm. “Get off of me!” You scream at him.
Geto’s palm slaps into your rear spanking you like a child two more times. You scream and shout in embarrassment, fighting against his grip.
“Okay, okay, that was five! Now let go of me!”
“That was only the beginning.”
“No! I'm done! Let go!"
You kick and claw at his hand in your hair to no avail. Geto raises his arm and swings down on your ass. Your flesh rippling on impact while you cry out in pain.
He pulls back again, ready to strike, but the blow never comes. There’s a sharp exhale, followed by a chuckle. Then there’s a full belly laugh behind you. The hand in your hair loosens and he stands up straight.
You stumble backwards, putting as much distance between him and you as possible. He’s still laughing, wiping a tear from his eye. “What the hell was that?!” Your voice comes out breathless.
“That was you learning your lesson.”
“And what fucking lesson did I just learn?”
“How to raise your technique when your emotions are high.”
Your jaw falls open. He’s not serious, is he?
“I take it you assumed I was just hitting you to do what exactly? Abuse you for fun?”
Your eyes cast down, but he reaches for your hand and tugs you back to the desk, where he boxes you in.
“I assure you, my methods might be harsh, but making you strong is always the end goal.”
“Till you kill me.”
“Till I kill you… if I ever need to.”
His body looms over yours, heat radiating off of him like a terrifying furnace. His skin is still hot from his earlier fight with Gojo. It rolls off of him and into your veins. Your eyes round as they peer up to his gaze, noticing the spark behind his golden irises. Geto is happy, and possibly proud? You can never be sure. His moods change so fast he leaves you reeling. But still, you can’t seem to look away when he’s this close to you. Even though he made your ass sting and your cheeks burn, there’s an undeniable pull between you, like some lethal lie that your instincts have fallen victim to. This man is not your friend; he is your doom. Yet being around him makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever been.
Once again, his hand reaches for your face. You flinch and put up your shield, letting your limitless technique do the work for you. His fingers never reach your skin and he smiles at the sight. “Good girl.”
You shudder. Something about the phrase strokes against you in a way it shouldn’t.
“Let’s drop our sessions for a week. You’ve done well, so head off to dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”
You turn to go but then he calls your name one more time, stopping you at the threshold of his office. “And try not to go around kissing Gojo again. It was very unpleasant to watch.”
Heat flushes your cheeks, and you leave without another word.
Summary: You're finally old enough to attend Jujutsu University only to end up on the murderous Suguru Geto's Team. He's been brought back to the jujutsu world and has it out for you due to your relationship with Gojo.
Warnings: Abuse, mentions of murder, dark romance
Word Count: 3.3k
Art Credit: Matzusaga
Part 2
He wasn’t supposed to be your sensei. Heck, he wasn’t supposed to be at the University. The Jujutsu world listed him as an enemy. But when the school was desperate for teachers, they called Suguru Geto.
Everyone thought he’d say no. They thought he was past caring, but the gleam in his eyes when he surveyed the crop of first years left your insides twisting.
“Satoru, what do I do?” you whisper to your childhood best friend after Geto selected you for his team.
“I’ll get you switched to my squad, don’t worry.”
“You’ll do no such thing.” The low honeyed voice of Geto hums over your shoulder. You jolt at his words.
“Sensei, I didn’t see you there.”
“Hmmm, I’m sure you didn’t.” The outer corner of his lips lifts, sending your stomach to the floor. “But it seems a lesson in respect needs to be taught.”
“Suguru, don’t.” Satoru looks at his former friend and then back at you. His piercing blue eyes pinched in concern.
Instead of the feeling of serene peace that normally accompanies Gojo’s gaze, now the eyes of your oldest friend leave you even more nervous than before. They look unfamiliar to you, they look… scared? What is Geto capable of that could possibly frighten the mighty Gojo heir?
“Don’t what, Satoru? Establish boundaries and expectations?”
“Don’t be an asshole to her just because of me.”
“Who said you had anything to do with her punishment?”
You hardly have any spit left to swallow. “Punishment?” Already?! I’ve hardly met the man.
“Head to my office. I’ll be joining you in a second.”
You nod abruptly and walk away, feeling the thick threads of tension dissipate with each step away from the two men. Even though you’ve never been to Geto’s office before, the university is so tiny that there’s only one room it could possibly be in. There’s only one professor's office that was left vacant. So that’s where you go.
You remember how much Gojo had loved Geto when they first met. There were times you were jealous of the man cause he threatened your standing as Gojo’s best friend. Geto is his equal in every way, unlike you. Sure, Satoru is five years older, but he has always been there for you like a brother. Helped you when you first saw curses, helped you discover your technique, and gave you private lessons along the way. He always made you feel important, till Geto showed up. Then the lessons dropped to one day a week. The smile that he saved for you was shared with someone else. It made you burn with jealousy till one day, it stopped. The anger and heartbreak you saw when Geto walked out of Gojo’s life made you regret ever wishing for Geto to disappear. And now, he’s back. Back in a big way.
Your feet stop outside the door to Geto’s office while your fingers curl around the handle. With a small twist, you step inside and wait at his desk. It’s not very big or memorable. Just a cheap standard-size walnut desk with two chairs on one side, and a large desk chair on the other. Your eyes drop to the two green armchairs, then you look back towards the door. Feeling too nervous to sit, you choose to stand instead, hoping it conveys strength. After several minutes of waiting, your foot stops tapping when there are echoes from the hallway, followed by the creaking of door hinges.
“Good Afternoon. I apologize for the wait but some necessary words were exchanged.”
As Geto strides behind his desk you suddenly realize how much taller he is than you. You think of him as comparable to Satoru, but you’re starting to realize that assertion was wrong. He’s much more formidable in stature. While Satoru is lean, Suguru is bulky. Your heart trips over itself as it assesses the long hair pulled half up, the gauges in each lobe, and the thin, menacing eyes of the man gazing back at you.
“Now,” he claps his hands together, “onto business.” Whatever trance you were just under has broken, and you cringe at his idea of ‘business.’ “You had tried to switch teams without experiencing what it’s like to be under my command. That shows prejudice. Furthermore, sorcerers are supposed to make decisions on the evidence they collect. You,” he picks up his pen and tilts the ends in your direction, “made a decision without any evidence. Furthermore, as your new sensei, I find it highly offensive and disrespectful. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Master Geto, I was worried that cause you knew about my past with Gojo that you’d be-“
“Quiet.”
Your teeth click shut.
“If I recall correctly, your mother is cousins with one of Satoru’s mother’s cousins.”
“Yes, we’re distantly related by marriage.”
“Yet, a bit of the Gojo clan blood flows through you.”
You see where this is headed. “Correct. I share a few traits.”
“Such as your technique.”
“Yes,” hammer, meet nail, “I share Gojo’s limitless technique.” The smirk on his face makes your heart bottom out.
“I remember him sneaking off quite often to illegally teach you how to control your technique. It’s against the law for non-graduates to give guidance outside of peer-to-peer hours and yet-“
“Yet he taught me every Sunday.”
“Indeed. Let’s see how well those lessons sank in.” Your eyes flare. “How many years did Gojo illegally teach you?”
He’s testing you to see if you’ll lie to protect Gojo cause Geto already knows the answer. “Five.”
His smile widens. “Glad to see you’re smart. Now, I will strike you five times across the cheek. Once for every year Satoru was your sensei.”
Your mouth falls open. He’s going to slap me?!
“Lean forward.”
You do as he asks, fists clenching at your sides. Geto’s hand pulls back and comes down against your face in a brutal sting that leaves your vision blurry. Your hand springs to your cheek, feeling the burn his palm left behind.
“Again.”
You lean forward, hips pressed into the desk’s wood while your nails bite into your palms and your eyes pinch shut. His hand strikes you again, leaving you gasping for air. This time, tears prick at your eyes when you open them. Your gaze locks with Geto's devastatingly handsome glee, and your insides spiral. He’s loving this. Humiliating you, abusing Gojo’s pupil, shrinking you down for his own power. He’s riding a high while your skin swells.
“Again.”
He hits you three more times. Each strike is harder than the last. When he’s done, he demands you sit, an unreadable expression blessing his features.
“I’m very disappointed. I would’ve thought Gojo taught you better.”
You're too angry to make sense of his words. What does he mean, Gojo should’ve taught you better? What, were you supposed to not flinch when your master slaps you in the face? He’s talking in riddles, but you don’t fucking care. This man is a monster and if you don’t watch it, he’s going to kill you. That’s what Gojo said. He’s a murderer. Cold-hearted and narrow-minded.
“Honestly, I feel that we’ve missed the point of our lesson today.” Your eyes pop open in amazement. He can’t be serious. “Return to my office three days a week, including every Sunday,” you glare at him, “and we’ll repeat this lesson till you’ve understood its meaning.”
Oh I understand its meaning alright. It’s called cruelty.
You shuffle out of his office upon his dismissal, searching for ice. As the kitchen doors of the dining pavilion open for you, the pounding of rushed footsteps can be heard on the pavement outside. Within a minute, Satoru barges in, breathing heavy. He calls out our name, “Tell me you’re okay!”
Your fingers clench around a bag of peas before pressing them to your face. “I’m fine. Just sore.”
Gojo pulls away the bag of veggies to examine your cheek. His jaw ticks, and you can see darkness invade those bright irises that have held you captive since middle school.
“I’m fine. Really.”
“This is not fine. Geto can’t just hit his subordinates for no reason.”
“He claimed to be teaching me a lesson. One he says I haven’t grasped.”
“Getting even with me is not a lesson.”
“I’ll be okay, Satoru. I can handle myself.”
His gaze snaps away from your reddened cheek and locks on your eyes. There’s an emotion you’re not familiar with etched on his face. Is that helplessness?
“I told them not to hire him. I warned them that he’s changed. He can’t be trusted anymore. I need to report this to the school’s principal.”
“No! You’ll make it worse. They’re not going to can him just for slapping a student.”
“But-”
“Satoru, don’t put any extra heat on me. I told you, I can handle myself.”
“When it comes to Suguru, I assure you, you cannot.”
You know he’s trying to help. You do. But something about Gojo’s behavior is off-putting. Normally, in your eyes, Satoru can do no wrong, but right now… now it’s like he can’t do anything right. Every desperate word he says makes you feel 1 inch tall. It’s like he no longer respects your skill or strength. You’ve been demoted to some helpless damsel. But you’re not. You have the limitless technique and were trained by one of the greatest sorcerers of all time. Yet here Satoru is, acting like you’re still that little girl he used to take care of. However, you haven’t been a little girl in years. You’ve grown into a full-fledged woman, and now that woman is getting pissed off.
“Satoru, I think it’s best if you just leave. I-” you bite your cheek but continue. “I need some space.”
“Space? Now?! What if Geto comes back?”
“I have to face him eventually. He is the sensei of my squad after all. There’s not much I can do to avoid him.”
“But I can-”
“Enough, Satoru. I don’t have time for this. Please, just leave.”
Gojo looks at you with yet another expression you’re unused to on his gorgeous face. Sadness. He’s hurt, and it doesn’t suit him. “I guess I’ll catch you later.”
“Catch you later.” You hold the peas back up to your cheek and leave the room, feeling both angry and ashamed.
The halls are empty, allowing your footsteps to echo loudly through the walls of the academic building. Well, of course this place is void of students; it’s Sunday. You’re sure to be the only sorcerer unlucky enough to be wandering towards your sensei’s office, preparing for your third punishment with Geto. Your mind starts to prepare by building a wall of thoughts to hide behind when the pain of Geto’s strikes become too much. However, all thoughts slip through your grasp when strong fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you into an empty classroom.
White hair stands on end above a black eye mask. Gojo.
“What are you doing here? You should be at your dorm, studying.”
“You know better than to talk to me with that damn scarf on.”
“Fine.” Satoru unwraps his mask, revealing those bright baby blue eyes. They sparkle and fill your body with heat from his longing gaze. Ever since the man hit puberty, you’ve had a crush on him. Tall, hilarious, sassy, talented, and gorgeous enough to kiss. Then, when you hit puberty, all those middle school feelings blossomed into unadulterated lust. Every moment alone was spent imagining what it would feel like to be held by Gojo, kissed by him, undressed by him. It made training sessions excruciating for about a year before you got your feelings under control. Now, you can stand pretending to be friends, but that middle school crush is still there, lingering under the surface.
“I’m here cause I meet with Geto three days a week for my punishment. He specifically told me to come on Sundays as one of my days.”
“Because that’s when you used to train with me…”
“Bingo.”
“Damn him.” Satoru’s fingers squeeze around your wrist.
It’s small things like this that make you swear sometimes he has feelings for you too. Like when he waits outside your dorm in the mornings so you can have breakfast together. Or when he hugs you tight after you overcome a new hurdle in your technique. Or like now, when this carefree man is filled with anxiety on your behalf.
You have to shake your head to clear your thoughts. It’s preposterous. He’s five years your senior. There’s no way he’d be interested in you, even now at the age of twenty, when you’re old enough to attend Jujutsu University.
“I’ll be okay.” you whisper.
“Just because you’re some bigshot who graduated from junior college and is finally in her 20’s, doesn’t mean you can handle Geto. He’s always been a special grade talent. I’m his closest and only peer.”
“And I was trained by that closest and only peer.”
“Which means you should listen to him when he gives you advice.”
You purse your lips in annoyance. “Wait, what did you mean by ‘finally in her 20’s’?”
Gojo’s jaw falls slack. “I just mean you’re finally old enough to come here. To be trained to be a real Jujutsu sorcerer.”
“Mhm”
He scratches the back of his neck looking nervous, “What else could I have possibly meant?”
He’s right. What else could he have possibly meant? It’s not like he’s been waiting around for you to grow out of being some little teenager. That would be ridiculous.
Instead you sigh. “I have to go. If I’m late, my punishment will be worse.”
“Don’t.” He pulls back on your captive wrist. “You don’t deserve this. He’s abusing his position.”
“Gojo, enough. I don’t want to hear it.” You turn back towards him, exhausted. “I know he’s abusing his position. That much is obvious, and I don’t need to be reminded of it, especially right before enduring it.”
Satoru opens his mouth and quickly shuts it, deciding that his words might not be helpful, so instead he pulls you into an embrace. “Just be careful.” He whispers the words into your ear like a caress, sending flight to a few butterflies in your abdomen.
Your arms tighten around Gojo’s back, holding him closer to you than you ever have before. Sweet geezus, you knew he was ripped, but feeling the lean muscle envelope your body is an experience your 16-year-old self would have lost her mind over. Even though the circumstances may suck, at least you can steal this memory and add it to your wall later.
After a minute too long and with great willpower, you release your hands and walk away, headed to the hall and towards the looming pain of Geto’s palm against your cheek.
“You’re late.” Geto's voice remains monotone as you step into his office.
“I was delayed by another teacher.”
“Hmm, I bet you were. Let me guess, Satoru drop by?” His brow lifts and makes you shrink. You know, if he weren’t so terrifying, Geto would pass for attractive.
“Yes, Gojo tried to stop me.”
“I’ll have to take it up with him. For now, you know what to do.”
Every fiber of your body tenses as you step up to Geto’s desk and lean forward. He smiles down at you, lording over your figure like some tyrant, his hungry eyes peering at you from behind his bangs. Smack. The strike causes you to falter sideways. Smack. He hits you again without warning. Smack. He’s never hit you back to back like this before, SMACK. You crumble against the desk, tears streaming down your cheeks from shock.
“There. One strike for each minute late. Now, let’s resume our regular lesson. Stand back up, head high.”
You pack the pain and shock away behind your wall. Then you revert your mind to memories of you as a child, dreaming of becoming a sorcerer. Smack. This time, Geto strikes your other cheek, probably to prevent bruising. He wouldn’t want his abuse to be too obvious, would he?
Smack. Your eyes unfocus, remembering how your breath used to catch when Gojo would move your hands to focus your cursed energy. “Place them in front of your chest like this, it will funnel more energy than if you put them down at your sides.”
Smack. Your lip trembles from the burn but you squeeze your eyes shut, channeling the pain to the back of your mind while you continue to bury yourself behind the wall of memories. The warmth of Gojo’s fingers brush against yours while he adjusts your stance. He was always better at doing than explaining. That’s why he touched you so much when he taught you.
Smack. Only one more strike. You can do this, just think back. Remember Gojo. Remember the hug. Remember how he felt pressed against you. Remember-
“Look at me!” Your eyes which had been trained on the desk now lift up to Geto’s angry face. Why is he so mad? Is it because I’m not giving him the reaction he wants?
Smack.
“Stupid monkey-lover.” Geto seethes. “You’ll never learn, will you? I had hoped, as a student of Gojo, you’d be superior to the others. It’s almost painful how wrong I am.”
Your fingers gently touch your bright red skin before you quietly speak to him. “Sensei,” your voice is soft as a chinchilla’s fur. “Do you plan on teaching me, or killing me?”
You don’t mean for it to sound dramatic, but given his history and his anger at your ‘lack of learning,’ you can’t help but feel this ‘lesson’ might be some excuse to get away with more bloodshed.
Geto smirks and walks around the desk. “The goal is obviously to teach you so that you survive. My vision is to build a world without cursed spirits. Spilling the blood of sorcerers works against that goal.” He trails forward, causing you to step back. Each time he paces toward you, you pace away, staying just out of reach. He looks gigantic this close. Height so tall, shoulders so broad, cursed energy so overwhelming. “However, if you are to die, it will be at my hands. That I can guarantee."
Your knees begin to shake as your shoulders find the nearby wall. Fuck. Like an idiot, you’ve backed yourself into a corner just as Geto’s palms press into the drywall and cage you in.
“I’m not about to allow some pesky, cursed spirit to kill one of my sorcerers. You either learn from me, or you die from me. Do you understand?” The deep growl of a question sends a shiver down your spine. Your skin pricks from how close he stands. Well, more accurately, all of your pricks from how close he stands.
As it turns out your question wasn’t dramatic in the slightest. You were right on the money this time. Either you figure out the lesson behind the abuse or he will indeed kill you. Well, isn’t that just great?
But then he does something unexpected. Geto’s fingers thread into your hair and yank down, sending your chin up towards him. “I asked you a question, Third Grade, do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Master Geto. I understand.”
“Good. Cause I don’t want to lose you just yet.”
His fingers flex in your hair and his eyes briefly slip down to your lips before flicking back up to your terrified expression. It happens so fast you nearly miss it, but you’re positive that’s what you saw.
Finally, he lets go and circles back around his desk. “I’ll see you in two days. Next time, try not to be late.”
Summary: Toji is your over protective best friend who warned you not to visit the Zenin compound. Now you're discovering how right he was. But fortunately for you, that's not all you learned.
Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, 69, facial
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: Since I spent the past 30 weeks shitting on Toji, I feel obliged to show him a little love. Besides, I just rewatched season 2 of JJK and my gawd. This man is a specimen.
He told you to stay away. He told you they’d treat you like you weren’t human. But did you listen? Absolutely not. You’re dating his cousin, not him.
So why does he care so much? Why does it bother him when you come to the Zenin compound to meet his family? Your boyfriend said it’d be fine. It’ll be fine… right?
Eyes narrow as they scan you up and down. Each lingering stare leaves you feeling naked on the tatami mat. You try not to let these men intimidate you, but honestly, you’d rather face down a first-grade curse than stay in the same room as these assholes for another hour. Fuck Toji was right. He’s so obnoxious when he’s right.
“Girl, what is your rank?”
Girl? This girl has a name. “First grade, sir.”
“Are you sure?” another man inquires from a different corner of the room.
You reel towards him, voice coming out at a higher pitch. “Yes, I’m sure.” Then you turn on your boyfriend, wondering why he’s not defending you. Instead, he just stands there looking uncomfortable. You scoff. Coward.
“Come.” They waive you into a tea ceremony room and all take a seat. You try to sit down next to your boyfriend when they snip at you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Four pairs of eyes stare back at you, brows raised.
“Sitting next to my boyfriend?”
“Without serving us tea, first?”
Your voice quivers, “in your home?”
An air of arrogance accompanies the words of the oldest man, “It is a woman’s job to serve the men-”
You don’t bother listening to the rest; you just stare at your boyfriend in disbelief. Why isn’t he standing up for you? Why didn’t he warn you? Is this what he expects from you if you get married?
“Asshole.” The word slips out without conscious thought. Instantly, the sudden silence pulls you from your thoughts and brings your eyes around the room, each face red and pinched with anger.
“Girl! That is no way to talk to-”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think.” your voice rises, blood rushing to your cheeks. You stand up and stride out of the room, slamming the door on your exit. Your feet sprint through the garden and away from the compound, your head a spinning mess of anger when you slam into a wall. “Ow! What the- Toji?”
The sun eclipses with his head, but there’s no question who the massive, muscled body belongs to.
“I thought I told you never to come here.” His words drip with disappointment.
“I thought I told you to mind your own business.”
He chuckles, deep and throaty. Gods, it was both infuriating and infatuating. Your gooseflesh rises as the tone tickles your eardrum.
“Based on those tears, I’m prepared to say I told you so. What happened? My cousin refuse to defend your honor?”
It’s not a question. Not really. He knew this would happen. You thought it was his disdain for his family, or his overprotective friendship, or a hint of jealousy, but no. He was spot on in his warning.
“Come on.” He grabs your wrist and drags you back to the tea ceremony room.
“Toji, don’t make me go back there.”
“Nope. You’re going back and you’re breaking up with Naoya.”
You tug against his grip. “No! I’m not just breaking up with my boyfriend cause you say so.”
He halts and spins around. “The fuck you are! You’re seriously going to stay with him after this?”
“I-” but the response dies on your tongue. Are you going to stay with him after this? You hadn’t thought that far ahead. So instead you ask, “Why do you want me to break up with him?”
He scoffs, “Cause he doesn’t respect you. Don’t you want someone who respects you?”
“And I assume you respect me?” Toji chews the inside of his cheek. “Just admit it, Toji. You’re jealous.”
His brow furrows while his voice drops. “Of course I’m fucking jealous. Look at you. Smart, talented, strong as hell, and settling for some pansy-ass clan heir.”
“Hey! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!”
“Oh yeah? And did he defend you like this while you were back there?”
“Well, no but-”
“Exactly.” He begins pulling you again, and you’re helpless to stop him. He tugs you through the house to the tea room and slides open the door before tossing you inside.
“Hey!”
“Ah, look who it is,” one of the men purrs. “Come to apologize? Good job, Toji. Maybe there’s hope for you after all.”
You look at the man with a sneer of disgust before you turn to your boyfriend, who quickly looks away. Then your gaze hops back over to Toji. He gives you an encouraging nod. So you dip your chin back and clear your throat.
“No, I will not apologize for your rudeness.” There’s a hint of haughtiness laced in your voice. “I’m only here to inform Naoya that we are no longer a couple. I do not tolerate being treated poorly and I refuse to stand by the side of a man who will not defend me. Naoya, your cowardice is noted. Please stop by tomorrow to pick up your stuff.”
Naoya’s jaw drops, his skin shifting between shades of red. Uh-oh.
“You’re going to break up with me? Me?! I outrank you! I’m a fucking Zenin and you’re from a no-name clan! You don’t break up with me! I break up with you!”
“Smooooth.” Toji comments from his perch against the door frame.
You snort and walk towards him with a genuine smile. “Happy now?”
“Extremely.”
That scarred lip of his stretches just before his hand snatches you and pulls you against his muscled chest. Your stomach flutters with uncertainty as his smile morphs into something else. Something primal. “Now I can do this.”
His face collides with yours in a searing kiss. You feel your gut leap up in your abdomen as your balance shifts into him. Your eyes fall shut while the room melts away and… no, nononono, no. Not Toji. I can’t be falling for Toji. This will be a disaster. But does your body care? Of course not. A moan slips from your mouth into his and the ignominy of what you just did gives you the strength to pull away.
You wipe off your mouth and stare at the floor unable to raise your gaze to meet his eyes. You already know how they’ll look if you do. Dark with lust, ready to devour you the second you give in, and you don’t need confirmation to know you’re right. It’s what he does. It’s how he hunts down women. How he makes sport of them. You’re not about to be another victim.
In your embarrassment you mutter out, “Next time you’re thinking of doing that, don’t.”
Not giving anyone a last glance, you push past him and walk back out to the yard in a daze.
Damn, that was hot. Too hot. That’s how he pulls them in. But not you. He’s not going to fool you. That was just rage bait, designed to piss off his family. And you? You’re the pawn he used to do it. But convincing yourself of that lie hurts just as much as the idea of actually falling for him. What if it’s true? You are a pawn. It feels like a betrayal of your friendship. Not only did he cross a physical boundary, but a metaphorical one too.
A large hand grabs your waist and pulls you into the nearby bushes. Fickin Toji and his quiet feet.
“For fuck’s sake, Toji. This is the second time I’ve tried to leave this damn compound and you’ve stopped me.”
“That’s cause I’m not done with you yet.”
“Not done?! You’ve done more than enough.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
A hollow, incredulous laugh leaves your throat. “You kissed me, Toji! Why would you do that?! We’re supposed to be friends, and you just kissed me and embarrassed me in front of your family more than I was already embarrassed.”
“You think I was trying to embarrass you?! I kissed you because I’ve been in love with you for three years! Do you think it’s easy keeping my hands to myself? Watching you date other men, my cousin! Do you know how painful it is to see your adorable smile, every day? See how you come back from missions covered in filth with that smug face of victory blessing your features?” His hand directs yours to his lap. “Feel how rock hard I am just thinking about it. I’ve never been your friend.” His eyes fill with unbridled need. “I’ve always been the guy waiting for you to feel the same. But I’m tired of waiting.”
Tears prick at your eyes. “You’ve been pretending to be my friend this whole time? I was never more than a fuck to you?” Your heart lurches in your chest. He was your best friend. You told him everything. You looked forward to coming home from missions to tell him about your battles. But he never felt the same about you. You were always just a pair of legs to spread.
“The fuck are you talking about! I just tell you I’ve been in love with you for three years and to you that equates to, what, a one night stand? Do you think that little of me?!”
The whites of his eyes swell as his gaze darts back and forth, looking into each of your watery irises.
“Please don’t joke with me, Toji,” you whisper, feeling like you might break. “It’s not funny.”
“I agree. It’s not funny. It’s extremely serious.”
He lifts you into his arms and wraps your legs around his waist. His body holds onto you as if you’re nothing more than air. Light as the shirt covering his chest. You know he’s impossibly strong but damn if it still doesn’t boggle your mind.
“You are everything to me,” he confesses under hushed breath. “I tried being patient, but I failed, and I’m sorry, but I’m taking you for myself right now. I need to.” His feet start walking with you held against his front.
“Where are we going?”
“To my old room.”
You stiffen. “Hold up. You wanna have sex? Here?!?”
“Yes. I want to have sex. Loudly.” His eyes burn when they fix on you. “I want them to squirm on their pillows and spit out their damned tea when they hear me fuck into you.”
Your breath catches. It’s not like you’re blind. Toji is insanely sexy, but you friend-zoned him minutes into your initial greeting. The first time he smiled at you, you knew he was trouble. You chose not to go down this rabbit hole, certain of where it ends. But… three years? Does he mean it?
His lips capture yours again, and all oxygen, along with every ounce of reason, leaves your body. His hard physique crushes you in its embrace while he kicks open door after door on his way to bedding you. Each threshold he crosses only brings his arms tighter around your waist. Need mounting with anticipation while your fingers trail up to his face and cup his cheeks.
Your mind keeps reaching to make sense of this new knowledge. There’s no way. It’s not possible. Toji has feelings for you. Feelings.
When you enter a dark room with only a few streams of light from the setting sun, something about its barren walls and empty scent tell you this was the room Toji spent much of his life avoiding.
He falls to his knees on the tatami mat next to the futon, holding you in his lap. One hand, the size of your skull, threads into your hair, holding your face firm against his. While the other falls to your hip, guiding you into a slow rock against his pelvis.
You can feel him. Every. Inch. He’s thick and long. You can tell through his pants. The tiniest mewl slips, and the brush of his smile glides across your cheek. “I know, Princess. Daddy’s been waiting for you.”
Your hips sway, grinding into his lap with increasing desperation. You reposition so your weight is on your knees, giving you more control as you chase the friction needed between your bodies.
“Go on, Princess. Show me how much you want it.”
You whine as you rub the hood of your clit against the fabric of your underwear, leveraging his bulge to feed your needs. It feels so good but there’s also a dull ache. An urge to rip away the layers that separate you. Shit, now that you’ve taken down the wall that kept you friends, you’re finding yourself ravenous for this man.
“Need… less…” you murmur, trying to take off your own shirt like you’re already dick drunk.
“Say no more.”
Toji quite literally rips off your shirt as he pulls it over your head. Yet this deep seeded need that’s infiltrated your bones doesn’t even care. You can just wear a different shirt later. This is more important. Then he does the same thing to your pants, tearing the waistband in his haste. Oh well. You have other pairs.
With an embarrassing amount of urgency, you strip him of his shirt and nearly cry at how beautiful he is wearing nothing but his skin. He flips you onto the futon and takes in your entirety before finally staring directly into your pools. Damn, your eyes are so beautiful to him. And the glint that they have, he knows that look well. He sees it every time he’s naked with a woman. Only this time, it’s you who’s staring back at him. He shutters with excitement before moving his hands to your chest.
One cup at a time, he pulls each breast from your bra and seals his mouth around the peak, tongue flicking across the sensitive flesh before musing over to the other. Your back arches into him, pushing your chest into his mouth. He slips his hand under you and snaps open your bra clasp before pulling the garment off your shoulders as he sits back on his heels. He discards the item and leans back in, settling down to your ear and sucking on the lobe.
“Stop being so damn quiet or I’m gonna give you a reason to scream,” he husks between bites.
Then one of his hands moves down. You gasp as you feel the pinch of fabric straining against your waist before the sound of popping stitches rings between your ears. The sting of both his strength and desire sears the memory into your mind.
There’s no warning. Only the prod of a swollen head sliding along your seam, coating itself in the gush of your arousal, dripping in its white purity. Your lust for him unadulterated. You’ve never wanted anything the way you want this. The pang of your empty cavern only lasts a moment longer when Toji slips himself against your opening and plunges in without any preparation.
You. Scream.
Guess you were too quiet.
He thrusts all the way to the hilt unceremoniously, sheathing himself into your center like a brute with a sword. You gasp into his neck when he bottoms out, and you can hear his faint laugh. Is this fucker really laughing?! He pulls out and does it again. You feel your head spin with pleasure while a grunt vibrates against your chest.
“She likes that. Mmmm, good.”
He pulls out, plunging in again and again, waking your inner banshee. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire as Toji pummels into you, only stopping long enough to flip you onto your knees or switch to pin your legs over your head. He manhandles you, folding you like a pretzel while he slaps his hanging orbs against your skin. Your breathing stutters, and all logical thought slips from your brain. You’ve become nothing more than flesh. A body that has surrendered wholly to the desires of the man above you.
Your noises of lust and passion are sure to make you blush once this is finished and your sanity has returned. However, right now, the glide of his skin against your walls fills your entire capacity to care. You clench, squeezing around him tighter than any other man, almost like your body is afraid to let go.
He groans, then pulls out, rolling you onto your back and spinning you so your head is under him. He buries himself in your throat while he scolds you.
“Squeeze me like that again and I’ll bust. Or do you want to finish this early?”
Your throat opens to accommodate his intrusion while you try to say “no, sir” around his shaft.
Toji’s eyes cross as he collapses to his hands, his hips mindlessly stroking into your mouth. Another baritone moan rakes over your flesh, puckering the skin while his hips grow in desperation.
He reaches for your legs and pulls them forward, rolling you into a ball with your tail pulled up close to his chin. The tip of his tongue flicks over the nerves at the apex of your sex before flattening and running up the length of your folds. The muscle dips into your seam, lapping up your sweet tang while you gargle around his measure, stuffing your mouth.
There’s no grace, no decency, not even respect, as he slaps your face with his sack of jewels, punishing your throat for giving him pleasure. You can feel how his tip pulses in the back of your esophagus and sense the rush of blood along his shaft. He complained that your pussy would make him cum, but your mouth doesn’t seem to be much better. Then there’s the way his own mouth is hot against your labia. You squirm under him, hands fisting the bed while your fingers curl. Wet, graphic slurps and pops fill the air while both of you pant and moan. Ragged breaths drawl through your nose before he finally pulls out and allows you to breathe.
“Fuck, Princess. You really want me to come, don’t you?”
Your glazed eyes nod at him, unblinking.
“I knew you were a dirty thing.” The scar on his lip rises.
He spins you on your back, repositioning his hips against yours. One leg is placed on his shoulder and the other between his thighs, stretching you like a gymnast. He slips back into your tight warmth and leans forward, deepening the split. You whimper, no better than a wounded animal, when you feel how deep he goes.
“Since this is our first time, I wanna see your face when I make you come.”
You cry out when he slams into you.
“Then I’m gonna paint your face, marking you as mine.”
He hammers in again making you scream.
“I want them all to know the only Zenin worthy of you is the strongest one.” Slap. “Me.”
He lets go of all restraints, careening into you with reckless abandon. Every punch to your cervix depletes you of air, yet the assault is so brutal you can’t seem to get a decent inhale. Your face turns red from lack of breath, and he has to stroke your forehead with his thumb.
“Breathe, Princess. I can’t have you passing out on me.”
You try, but like a sultry symphony, the beat of his drumstick against your canvas continues to deepen your deprivation. You start mumbling, sounds that cross between pleas and curses. None of it is coherent until your eyes roll back and your entire frame shakes, seizing beneath Toji, while your leg rattles against his ear. You scream “Fuuuuck!” so loud that the tea cups from the house next door slam against the table.
“That’s it. Just like that. Cum for Daddy.”
You claw at the sheets and when that’s not enough, you reach for him, your fingernails needing to bite his skin. But he pulls away and slams a few last punishing thrusts before slipping out and fisting his length above your chest. Hot ropes jump from his tip and land on your face, coating your cheeks, lips, and forehead. The white mess slides down your skin and marks you with a whorish sheen.
“Gods you looks so beautiful right now.”
You giggle. “Toji, I can’t even see! Your jiz is in my eye!”
“Don’t you dare wipe it off!”
“What, am I supposed to be blind or just wait for it to dry?!”
“Fine.”
He reaches for your ruined underwear and wipes away the seed that’s slipped over your brow bone.
“Thank you.” your eyes open and you smile up at him.
“Get dressed. I’m taking you home like this.”
“And what am I supposed to wear home, exactly? You ripped everything I wore except my bra and shoes.”
His eyebrows raise innocently. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you walk to my car in only a bra and shoes.”
“Toji!”
“I’m joking!! Here.”
He passes over a white sweater. The neckline is stretched around the collar, and the thing is huge, falling all the way to your knees.
“I guess I never realized how massive you are compared to me,” you say, pulling the cuffs of the sleeves up around your wrists.
“Mmmm, how about you never wear your own clothes again and you exclusively wear my shirts?”
“Even on missions?”
“Especially on missions.”
You try your best to stifle your smile, not wanting him to get too smug as you rise to your feet. You scoop up your pile of ruined clothes and open the door. Unfortunately, when you slide open the portal, there are three stunned clan members, frozen in time while your skin flushes hot. Welp, Toji wanted to make a scene. Mission accomplished.
Toji joins you in the hallway, evil intent splitting his lips. He turns away from them and instead towers over you, watching your eyes shape into saucers from his closeness. Then his finger scrapes his essence from your cheek and feeds it to you. Your eyes refuse to break contact as you accept him into your mouth, and when your lips close around his digit, one of the women gasps and runs in the opposite direction. The scene is graphic and lewd… just how he likes it.
His finger slips from your mouth with a light pop.
“You’re going to be insufferable,” you smile impishly.
“It’s the only way I know how to be, Princess.”
“Then can I finally get the hell out of here, oh insufferable one?”
His eyes narrow playfully. “Only if you walk slowly. I want everyone to see my artwork.”
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Summary: A story of a poor scholarship student at the elite Calvary University, surrounded by the rich and famous, who falls in love with none other than the frat's top bully, Ryomen Sukuna. In this enemies-to-lovers romance, our reader faces constant battles against those far more powerful and connected than herself. Fortunately for you, you have brains and the undying loyalty of your boyfriend. Get ready to play: game, set, match.
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Chapter 1
Summary: The rich students at Calvary University frown upon the scholarship girl who doesn't come from money. However, Sukuna intends to make her pay for thinking she can come on campus and pretend to be one of them. What he doesn't expect is her reaction.
Warnings: bullying, degrading
Word Count: 2.6k
Chapter 2
Summary: Your already limited luck seems to have run out now that Sukuna's your lab partner. The man doesn't understand boundaries and crosses the line. Now it's up to him to make it up to you.
Warnings: bullying, degrading
Word Count: 2.6k
Chapter 3
Summary: Your trip to the boutique changes your perspective about things and the way Sukuna is suddenly treating you is filling you with conflicting feelings, especially at the party.
Warnings: Degradation, drinking, assholes being assholes
Word Count: 5.7k
Chapter 4
Summary: You find yourself in a precarious situation when you wake up side by side with Sukuna. A switch has flipped in his mind and now it's all you can do to push him away.
Warnings: NSFW, ignoring boundaries, touching
Word Count: 4.2k
Chapter 5
Summary: It's the day after Sukuna 'claimed' you, but you're not going down without a fight. It's time to prove he can't control you. Do you live up to the test?
Warnings: NSFW, finger play, toy play, public activity
Word Count: 2.6k
Chapter 6
Summary: A phone call with Sukuna triggers major jealousy and results in a confrontation at work. Later on at lab, he decides to prove yet again how he's claimed you.
Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, fingering, public activity, harassment
Word Count: 3.3k
Chapter 7
Summary: You're supposed to meet up with Sukuna to finally write your midterm lab paper when he chooses to surprise you with his most devious plan yet.
Warnings: NSFW, harassment, toy usage, nipple play, oral female receiving
Word Count: 4.3k
Chapter 8
Summary: The drive home forces you to confront Sukuna's recent actions. You've been thinking about them a lot, especially when he makes a proposition.
Warnings: NSFW, oral female receiving
Word Count: 3.1 k
Chapter 9
Summary: Now that he's made his decision, Sukuna finds himself wholly committed. Date night with Sukuna floors you in every sense of the term, from the clothes, to the food, to the 'dessert,' he's thought of everything and once again, you find yourself in the most compromising of positions. What he has planned next makes you nervous.
Summary: Driven mad with desire for you, Sukuna races to a secluded spot and caves to his primal needs. You ask for more but he denies you, instead asking for a few photos
Summary: Sukuna's denial of what you want has reset your relationship. Done are the days of caving to his demands. Let the games begin.
Warnings: Public flirting
Word Count: 2.5k
Chapter 12
Summary: Sukuna spends the night but as he's taking you to work, insecurity about last week's incident with Toji creeps back up. Little do you know, it's about to get a lot worse.
Warnings: Public flirting
Word Count: 2.3k
Chapter 13
Summary: Toji's games amp up to a new level driving a wedge between you and Ryomen.
Warnings: Public flirting, use of your alternate name.
Word Count: 4.9k
Chapter 14
Summary: Toji's lust for you is unrelenting even though the message is clear. Thankfully, Sukuna is ready to scare him away.
Warnings: Breaking and entering, assault
Word Count: 2.8k
Chapter 15
Summary: After tornado Toji's tantrum, you can no longer deny Ryomen. The moment you've been waiting for is finally here.
Warnings: NSFW, unprotected penetration, toy usage, anal play
Word Count: 5k
Chapter 16
Summary: The hunt for the cameras is on. Who is your new enemy and where are they hiding?
Warnings: NSFW, temperature play, penetration, stalking
Word Count: 3.4k
Chapter 17
Summary: Sukuna catches on to your secret and is done being in the dark. Now it's time to own up.
Summary: Sukuna catches on to your secret and is done being in the dark. Now it's time to own up.
Warnings: NSFW, bondage, oral male receiving, oral female receiving.
Word Count: 5.2k
Chapter 19
Summary: After working his magic, Sukuna is ready to both move you into a new home and meet your mom.
Warnings: name-calling, drunk encounter, audacity
Word Count: 5.9k
Chapter 20
Summary: After admitting to your boss that things between you and Toji are tense, you come home to a surprise from the security team at your new residence.
Summary: Even with how terrible dinner with Ryomen's parents went, the two of you manage to unwind at a surprise house party.
Warnings: NSFW, public acts, shock kink, overstimulation, handcuffs, toy usage, oral, unprotected penetration.
Word Count: 7.7k
Chapter 23
Summary: The morning after the party is full of humiliating information. At least the interview for your dream summer internship went well. Right?
Warnings: NSFW, public acts, violence, assault.
Word Count: 5.8k
Chapter 24
Summary: Ryomen's meeting with his father doesn't go as planned, not even a little. You receive news from the head of the Zenin clan.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3.4k
Chapter 25
Summary: Together with Ryomen, you plot how to escape your engagement while Toji puts on the pressure.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3.0k
Chapter 26
Summary: The time has come for you to pick your groom. You'd better be strategic about this. Anything could happen while you attempt to worm your way out.
Warnings: coercion, degradation, creepy relatives
Word Count: 4.7k
Chapter 27
Summary: Finals week has come, and the gravity of your situation is stressing you out. You're stretched thinner than ever, but at least you have someone eager and willing to help.
Warnings: NSFW, public sexual acts, unprotected penetration, harassment.
Word Count: 4.7k
Chapter 28
Summary: The second half of finals week doesn't go as planned, leading to an uncomfortable compromise with Toji.
Warnings: Harassment.
Word Count: 4.0k
Chapter 29
Summary: Tonight is the engagement party and Toji continues to ignore your boundaries. That's okay though, cause the chaos is just getting started.
Warnings: Ignorance of physical boundaries, alcohol consumption
Word Count: 4.2k
Chapter 30 & Epilogue
Summary: The engagement party goes sideways and you end up becoming a true enemy of the rich and famous... so exactly what you signed up for.
Warnings: NSFW, violence, references to SA, oral female receiving, unprotected penetration, light bondage.
Sometimes, as a writer, I just want to share with you what I'm picturing and what inspires me while I'm writing. Hence I started making these style boards.
Most outfits were sourced through Shein, Cider, and designer brands. Also, some of the outfits were photoshopped cause I couldn't find anything that looked like my vision for reader. We work with what we got over here.
Chapters 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3 & 4 ~what I'd give to go to a frat party in this
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 & 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12 ~I absolutely adore this outfit
Chapter 13
Chapter 14 ~I own this and love it.
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17 ~Another favorite, I also love the chapter
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22 ~hands down my favorite outfit and chapter
Chapter 23
Chapter 24 ~so frickin cute. I wish I had money like this.
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27 ~the temptation to buy this one is real
Chapter 28
Chapter 29 ~this dress on the model was to die for... if I had $800 to spend on a dress, this would be it.
Warnings: NSFW, violence, references to SA, oral female receiving, unprotected penetration, light bondage.
Summary: The engagement party goes sideways and you end up becoming a true enemy of the rich and famous... so exactly what you signed up for.
Art Credit: @innaillus
Word Count: 7.4k
A/N: At long last, we have reached the end of this series. Thank you so much to those who have followed along this entire time. This story has given me the time to build a rough draft of my novel and I have loved every minute of it. There are a lot of things I will change when I rewrite this with original characters, but for these three, I love it as it is. Thank you again!
Chapter 1 I Chapter 29
There’s more dancing.
It seems the majority of the night is either spent dancing or taking pictures, and it’s all you can do to refrain from getting drunk enough that it stops annoying you. Once again, you feel the fatigue in the balls of your feet before the tapping of a glass signals the final course. Thank gods.
Everyone shuffles back into their chairs while watching the servers fill the dessert table with plenty of bite-sized treats. Finally, a chocolate dessert. If they’re anywhere near as good as your meal, you’re in for a food-gasm. Your greedy eyes swell at the sight, and your stomach aches to have its fill, but first, the toasts.
Naobito stands from his seat at the front of the room, his broad shoulders filling out his suit while he thanks everyone for coming. It’s a bit unsettling how strong he is for an older guy, and his ability to predict situational outcomes is unnerving. Watching him now makes you worry he'll see right through you. If you didn't respect those features before, you definitely do now.
He pulls down the screen and has the AV team load up a PowerPoint about his plans for improving the city. Naturally, he praises your intelligence and repeatedly emphasizes how life is about making smart choices, strategizing, and knowing when to seize an opportunity. During some of these points, he gives you a meaningful smile, one that feels menacing. You’re his newest acquisition and one that he feels confident will continue to pull Z Horizons into the future.
If that’s the case, why not just offer me a job like a normal person? Why force a damn marriage?
You do your best to school your features and not give away your snarky thoughts, but fuck it’s getting hard. Each word brews anger that you’re barely able to contain, especially after all this wine and the way the audience applauds his words.
Thunk - The shoulders and skull of some Zenin punk slam into the hallway’s papered walls.
Ryomen had heard the hurried footsteps of his attacker and easily dodged their punch before spinning around and grabbing them by their lapels.
“The fuck you doing here Sukuna scum?”
“None of your business fuckface.”
A giddy laugh leaves Nobuaki’s mouth. “You’re here to fuck her too! I knew she was a whore.”
Ryomen’s fist nearly shatters from how hard it slams into Nobuaki’s eye. “Don’t you dare spew such lies!”
“Ow! You fucking asshole! What’s your problem? We’re both just here trying to get a little ass.”
“If you even attempt to touch my girlfriend’s ass one more time, I’ll remove the fingers from your hand. Got it?”
“Girlfriend? Her?” Nobuaki laughs again. “You talking about Toji’s fiancé? Ha! Sorry to tell you, but news flash, we’re at her engagement party.”
Ryomen’s fist plunges into the man’s cheek, cracking a tooth and pounding his head into the wall again. Instantly, Nobuaki’s weight slides to the floor where he fades in and out of consciousness with blood dribbling down his chin.
From the banquet hall, Ryomen can hear applause followed by the sound of Toji’s voice in the microphone.
Shit, he needs to get back before you speak, but if this asshole tells anybody he’s here, they’re gonna fuck up the entire plan. The door opens behind him, and Ryomen’s hand twitches. He tries to act natural, discreetly massaging his knuckles while asking Nobuaki if he’s okay. Perhaps if it looks like he’s worried about him, no one will suspect he’s the attacker.
“Getting into more fights, I see,” the newcomer jests.
Ryomen’s mouth stretches as he stands back up, turning towards the voice. “No fucking way. You’re here?”
“As soon as I realized where you were, I knew I had to come.”
It feels like an eternity later once Naobito is finished. Graciously, he passes the microphone over to Toji, who stands up beside you, his towering height making you look meek and dainty as you sit in your chair. The juxtaposition of your appearance versus the raging river of injustice roaring under your skin is almost comical.
“Tonight, I count myself as the most privileged man in this city,” Toji begins, beaming out at the sea of faces. “Next to me sits my beautiful fiancé, brimming with brains, instinct, and potential.” And anger, you rapey dirtbag. His eyes actually sparkle with delight as he publicly proclaims his ownership of you. “I knew from the day I met Christy that I needed her to be mine. There is no one else I will ever want more than her. Then, like a miracle, one day she agreed to marry me. Out of everyone this amazing woman could have picked, she chose me.” Toji turns to face you fully, microphone raised to his chin, while your stomach debates if it wants to keep down your three-course meal. “And,” he continues, “I will spend the rest of my life trying to live up to that decision. You are everything I have ever desired: sexy, confident, genius, and brave enough to call me out on my bull shit. While we have some things to work on, when it comes to arranged marriages, I’d say I’ve hit the jackpot. Thank you, babe, for letting me finally call you mine.”
The room awes and breaks out into a round of applause, acting like they’re witnessing some romcom rather than your harasser bragging about capturing you. Your hands begin trembling with anticipation, more than ready to blow apart every word of his speech.
Your chair squeaks against the wooden floor as you stand up and take the mic from Toji’s possession. He seems slightly surprised that you want to speak, but clearly, he’s blind to the swarming anger brewing behind your eyes. This fool is too caught up in his own fairytale to tell that that’s all it is: a work of fiction. You clear your throat and hold the mic up to your smiling lips, body still trembling as you gear up for battle.
From the back of the room, there’s a thump followed by a grunt. Your mom looks behind her, worried when she sees Ryomen’s head bob up with a bloody nose. Next to him is some guy with long hair pulled half up, scratching the nape of his neck nervously. It seems someone has caught onto Sukuna’s presence at the party, and while she still doesn’t have all the jigsaw pieces, she’s starting to guess what the missing ones are. Resisting the urge to check on her chosen son-in-law, Elaine faces forward to look at you, doing her best not to attract attention to what’s going on in the back of the room.
“I told you to be quiet.” Uraume protests from the booth.
“I’m sorry, I can’t control how loud a punch sounds,” Ryomen grumbles while dabbing the blood trickling from his nose.
“Or how loud they groan,” Geto adds with a mischievous smile.
“See!” Sukuna confirms, grateful for his frat brother’s backup. He still can’t believe Geto came to help you pull off the scheme you've cooked up to stick it to Toji once and for all. It was a good thing too, cause a couple of the Zenin men have noticed their bloody cousin in the hall and have started to look for his attacker. Signature pink hair and face tattoos are a real hindrance to incognito operations. Three different men have caught on to the idea that something is up, and if getting his fists bloody means you can have your moment, Sukuna will do it. Again and again, all night.
“Will you two at least try to be quieter? We don’t need any more eyes on us.”
“You worry about the USB, we got these ass holes.”
Uraume rolls their eyes and plugs in the drive, pulling up your presentation as you clear your throat into the mic.
“I want to thank my fiancé for those kind words,” you say with a practiced smile, turning on your heels from Toji out to the crowd. “Our relationship is definitely unlike anything I have ever experienced before, and has truly been an educational experience.” Some members of the audience seem confused, but most mirror your expression and stare back at you with smiles of their own. “It’s been an experience so profound that I wanted to share with everyone here, today, the gratitude I feel for that education.” Your eyes scan the room again, everyone still in high spirits except for the subtle shift from Naobito and your mother, who both understand you well enough to detect your hidden jab. Then you find Ryomen in the crowd, hiding by the DJ booth with a new spot of blood on his face, but ready for his cue. You have to desperately fight the vicious grin threatening to overthrow your polished, diplomatic presence, cause seeing him out there makes you feel strong.
“In preparation for tonight, I made a presentation to go along with my speech. While it was finals week and we were very busy wrapping up the semester, I still etched out time to create a special surprise for my fiancé tonight.”
While the audience swoons at your words, you have to force yourself to look away from your mom and Toji’s uncle. If your eyes catch their gazes again, Naobito will figure out your plan and stop you before you can begin. Instead, you look down at Toji in his seat and trace his face with your fingers. You touch him, knowing each affectionate stroke lulls him further into a false sense of safety.
“It’s true that the world I come from is vastly different from the one Toji knows. For example, I never would’ve thought I’d end up in an arranged marriage. I believed it was an archaic concept left in the past. However, as I learn about what it takes to rise up in this city, like the mighty Zenin clan has, I understand more, every day, the strategy that goes behind each decision. Like Naobito said, every choice matters, especially ones as major as marriage.” Now you let your eyes wander back over to the clan leader, who gives you an approving nod. Good.
You walk over to the projector screen and watch as the white sheet turns a deep red, matching the color theme of the engagement party. The title, Strategy for Success, sprawls across the canvas in a romantic font. There's an audible groan of venue chairs as the audience, spread out before you, sits back, wrapped up in anticipation, and hanging on every word.
“You see, when it comes to relationships, it’s all about give and take.” You proceed to pull a clicker out of your dress pocket. The one you brought in your purse was transferred over after the last bout of dancing. And yes, this gorgeous dress has frickin pockets! Then press the arrow button to move the slide over. The title Give and Take slips across the slide with an audio clip that plays on demand, its sound vibrating through the banquet walls.
“You! How did you get into my house?! Get out before I call the cops.”
“You sure you wanna do that sweetheart? I’ve got friends in high places, babe.” *The sounds of you choking play audibly through the speaker.
“You see my shiner, huh? That was from your little boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend.”
“Fuck you!” the recording echos your squeal while Toji’s voice laughs. “No! NO! Let go of me!” It’s painful to hear your screams but the stunned faces of the crowd keep you strong.
“Kiss me, damn it.”
“No!”
“I got punched in the face for you babe, I deserve a reward.”
The sounds of you physically struggling followed by Toji’s pained groan and the loud thump of your body hitting the ground occupy the seconds before your final words. “I said go!”
When the audio bite ends, the silence of the room is deafening. You bask in the moment before continuing sweetly.
“As you can tell by this audio from my Ring camera, the Zenins understand the concept of give and take well. When Toji took away my sense of safety, I gave the Zenins a progress report towards paying off their debt from the Astra Tech merger. You know, normal business transactions, and the usual marital squabbles.” You click over, so a picture of the impressive Astra Tech skyscraper fills the screen. “Ladies and Gentlemen, when Astra Tech became a part of the Z Horizon’s portfolio, there was a financial benefactor, and that benefactor had ulterior motives when it came to me.”
In the back of the room several men get up and surround the AV booth run by Uraume. Ryomen and Geto stand on either side of them, realizing they might get over powered. You lean over to the table and open your purse, discreetly grasping the spare USB since it looks like you’ll need a back up. Recognizing what you’re doing, Akari steps out of the shadows and extends her hand. She saw your doorman slip you what she originally thought was a candy, but now she realizes the larger game.
“What do you need ma’am?” She mutters under her breath while you lower your mic.
“DJ” you whisper.
She nods and closes her fist around the drive.
Ignoring Toji, you step forward into the spotlight again, “See, I’ve been a pawn for months. A poor nobody who caught the attention of the wrong people and got sucked into a nightmare.”
You switch slides again to play the next audio clip from your Ring camera, letting it fill the stunned quiet of the venue. For the first time tonight, no one is drinking, no one is laughing, no one is chatting, no one is thinking about business dealings. Your gaze proudly scans each face till it lands on your mother. Elaine is silently crying while staring at you in horror. In an unexpected moment, you feel grounded, but you swallow hard and return to your immediate task. The new audio is from the night before Toji broke into your home.
“What possesses you to do such things?! You lie to my boss. You post that picture. You make it seem like we’re something we’re not! I swear I am blocking you! Never speak to me again.”
“Block me and I’ll edit photos of us together. You want Sukuna to see that?”
“What kind of photos?” Even now, hearing the crack in your voice after dozens of listens haunts you. Especially when followed by Toji’s final words.
“You know what kind.”
You turn towards your fiancé, who you’ve been ignoring up until this moment. His face is swinging between guilt, sadness, and rage. He looks like a twister of emotions, and you’re enjoying it far too much. Then you turn back to the room, keeping a safe distance from the Tasmanian devil as you continue.
“That’s correct. My sweet fiancé threatened to coerce me with photoshopped nudes. But as it turns out, Toji didn’t have to edit any photos.” You click over again to a new slide with the threatening text messages from Mahito. In a moment of humility, you chose to lightly censor the screenshots in an effort to prioritize impact over privacy and pride. Much of the graphic nature of the photos is visible for the room to see.
Out of your peripheral, Geto abandons Ryo at the booth and walks over to Naobito. He stands by him, ready to restrain any attacks so that you can play another audio clip, this time with Mahito’s voice. It is a confession supplied by the police. One Mahito made in exchange for lighter charges.
“I was asked to keep an eye on Charity. The Zenins paid for a shitty apartment next to her’s after I was kicked out of the frat. They gave me cameras and told me to send them data on her as I collected it. At first, it was orders, but then it became fun! We drafted the messages together, trying to figure out what would scare her the most. You know, like a game!” You follow this clip with a bank statement showing money transferred from another Z Horizons subsidiary on the dates surrounding the text messages.
“Ah, yes, what would scare me the most. This, our honored guests, is what you would call an investment. Another lesson I was taught,” your narration continues. “The Zenins sunk money into terrorizing me so that I’d feel compelled to comply with any demands they made. Including the demand of marriage.”
Then you click to the next slide that read, The More, The Merrier. This is when you start to hear movement from Naobito’s side of the room. Honestly, you’re surprised he’s stayed silent this long. He must think he can recover from this. Accuse you of lying since nothing contains their faces, and try to turn this around on you.
A recording of Ryomen’s phone call from the day of your Astra Tech interview now plays over the speaker.
“You knew he’s like this, didn’t you?” your voice questions
“Not all of us have some boyfriend who can come to the rescue,” the receptionist responds back.
Across the room Naoya’s face goes pale. Unlike Toji, who you’re still ignoring, you lock eyes with Naoya, yours gleaming with fire. Exposing a perpetual rapist is definitely one of your new favorite activities as you watch his face shift through various shades of fear and rage.
“How long?”
“Since I started.”
“Why did you stay?”
“He took photos. Threatened to leak them.”
“Similar strategy to Toji.” Ryomen murmurs before the recording cuts off.
This audio was a happy accident Muta discovered when compiling evidence for this little stunt. You’d called Ryo that day but never actually spoke to him since Naoya attacked you before Ryomen picked up. Lucky for you, he kept the call going while he was hunting down your whereabouts and then completely forgot to hang up once he heard you scream.
“This recording is from the day I interviewed to work under Naoya. Let’s just say it didn’t go well and his receptionist had a lot to say about her experience working for him. Should I play more?”
“You fucking bitch!” Naoya kicks over his chair as he rushes towards the stage.
“No!” Toji stands up, unable to stop himself despite all the ways you’ve just embarrassed him. However, you don’t want his protection. Instead of hiding behind his gigantic body, you step toward Naoya. Dodging his punch, you grab his arm, bending his wrist back while applying pressure two inches above the joint. He howls in pain before you let go and punch his throat. “Don’t you dare try to touch me again!” Even if you don’t have any clear security footage of Naoya’s crimes, he just tried to assault you in front of every person in this room. His reaction is practically an admission of guilt in itself.
“ENOUGH!” Naobito’s voice bellows through the room as Naoya falls to the ground, possibly unconscious. Oops. He wrestles out of Geto’s grip as he comes to Naoya’s side. Apparently, attacking his favorite child gave him the strength to overpower the massive frat boy who looks apologetic as he slinks into the background. Over at the DJ both, you see Uraume dragged away and Ryomen is… where is Ryo? Fuck
Then Naobito’s shouting pulls your focus back to the front of the room. “You dare come here and make a mockery of our generosity, our family, and this engagement?! HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!”
Audacity.
“I believe I should be the one asking that question, Naobito.” you fume, taking a glance down at Naoya on the floor. You deliberately step over him as you walk past his father, despite Toji’s weak attempt to pull you back. “After everything you and your family did to me, did you really believe I’d sign myself up for a lifetime of this?! You had the ego to demanded a marriage of me. Have you no shame?!”
“I will ruin you for what you’ve done today!”
Your rage cracks, your scowl faltering to an amused smile before you recompose your features.
“You might’ve been able to blackmail me before, Naobito, but they’ve already seen the ‘dirt’ you have on me. You, however… well, good luck trying to win back the court of public opinion.” Your chin nods to the silent chairs behind him. For the first time since you’ve known the Zenins, you see a glint of unease in Naobito’s eyes. The carefully curated image of his family has been shattered in front of the very people he’s spent years trying to impress. And you have a front row seat to watching him realize you’ve unraveled his empire with a slideshow. “Now they know the truth about you. Good luck with your stock price and good luck with your board of directors. I’m done bowing down to your family!”
“I promise you this, I will make your life misery!” He hisses at you, the threat spitting from his lips.
Before you can respond, a chair scrapes on the floor in the back of the hall. The room collectively turns toward Wasuke Sukuna, who stands up to his formidable stature, similar to that of his son’s. The guests break out into murmurs before his voice commands silence once more. “Naobito, you will do no such thing.”
Oh look, everyone, it’s the Zenins’ benefactor!
It takes every part of your self control to not speak this thought into the mic, but you remind yourself that your goal tonight is to destroy the Zenins, not the Sukunas. You don’t need to drag Ryomen through the mud just cause his father is a scum bag.
But wait, play that back. Is Wasuke… defending me?
Mr. Sukuna’s heavy footfalls pace up the reception hall, towards you, his voice echoing without the need for a mic.
“In the past two weeks, I’ve studied this girl as thoroughly as my business dealings.” He then turns towards the room, “which, as you know, is very comprehensive.” You shift uncomfortably where you stand, irritated at the memory of his stalking and aware of how small you look next to him; just like how small you look by Toji. Then Wasuke places a hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you forward. “And as a result of my research, I am happy to announce that I’ve decided Christina will be betrothed to my son.” The room gasps while Toji and Naobito both jump to their feet in outrage.
Toji lunges for your arm, his face the spitting image of insanity. “She’s MINE! Sukuna cannot take her from me!”
Goosepimples erupt from sheer panic as you fight back. You reach to slap Toji’s face. Unfortunately, he’s so tall that a hand towards his cheek hardly comes as a surprise attack. He easily knocks your hand away; however, what he didn’t realize is that you used the slap to distract from your knee coming up between his legs. Toji doubles over in pain, putting his face level with yours.
“That’s for breaking into my apartment.” Your fingers find a pressure point in his shoulder, making him squirm, “This is for having me attacked at work by those three creeps.” Then your face scrunches up in anger, and your other hand slaps him hard across the cheek. “That’s for taking pictures of me.” Your fist balls up and punches Toji in the throat, just like you did to Naoya. “That’s for choking me!” You let him go, and Toji crumples to the ground before you kick him in the temple, making sunbursts explode behind his eyes. “And that’s for forcing yourself on me!”
The anger pours out of you. Every crime, every injustice, every threat, every nonconcentual touch, it all comes to the surface and rains down your cheeks in hot streams of tears. When your eyes look up at Naobito they’re bright red with the full extent of your ire. “Don’t you ever try to interfere in my life again, cause believe me. I have more, much more, than what you saw tonight. Do you understand me?!”
“You’ve started a war you can’t win, little girl,” he bites back.
“No, your highness, I didn’t start a war, I ended a dynasty. Too many people have seen your family’s true colors. Good luck getting them to forget what they’ve seen tonight.”
“You have no idea what I can do to you.”
“That’s an interesting confession to make in front of 200 guests.”
“Enough Naobito!” Wasuke seems to have reached the end of his patience. “Retaliate against the girl, and you will have me to answer to. If you want a war, I will happily give you one.”
“I thought you didn’t want the damn girl.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
The hall falls eerily quiet once more with only Toji’s moans drifting in the air.
It's at this moment that Ryomen calmly strides up from the side of the room, his heated gaze glued to yours. Everyone watches as he approaches, hypnotized by the force of his purpose. When he’s close enough, you walk into his arms and wrap your hands around him tightly.
“Ryo” you breathe his name, the sound leaving your lips like a reflex.
He holds you close to him, stroking your back and murmuring in your ear. “I’m proud of you, Princess. You were magnificent.”
A new wave of chatter buzzes through the room as you nuzzle into Ryomen’s chest.
“As you can see, my son already has a bond with the bride. The Sukuna family will take the engagement from here.”
“No!” Ryomen lifts his head to yell at his father. “Not like this.”
The two of you stand apart, firmly linking hands. “Just cause I’m dating your son doesn’t mean I’m just going to leap into an engagement with him tonight.”
Wasuke gives you an inquiring look. “Last we spoke, you had expressed you wanted to marry my son.”
You feel Ryo’s hand reflexively squeeze yours, causing you to smile. He’d never heard you talk about marrying him before. You’ve always shot him down when he broached the subject.
“I do. But first, I want to be a normal couple. No games, no manipulation, no scheming subtext. Just two people falling in love while growing into adulthood.”
Wasuke licks his teeth as he considers your words. “Fine. I’ll concede. But we are revisiting this next fiscal year."
Really? This man is running his personal life by his company’s fiscal calendar?
Then he turns to Naobito. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but if you or anyone in your family touches her or harms her in any way, I will smack you down into a tax bracket that will make eating bread taste like a luxury.”
“Fuck you, Sukuna.”
“Back at you, Zenin.” Wasuke then turns to his son. “Come, we’re going home. You too,” he directs at you.
Your head turns down to the fuming Naoya, who’s starting to regain consciousness. He mouths the word ‘slut’ at you, and the sad attempt at name-calling makes you giggle. Then you turn to the infuriated Noabito. His mouth opens and closes as he thinks better of his words. And finally, you shoot a look at the heartbroken Toji. His face looks utterly shattered. Maybe it was hearing himself, or maybe it’s the room's look of disgust, but whatever it is, it’s what he needed to realize this marriage never stood a chance.
Ryomen’s hand slips around your waist and tightens as you look back to Wasuke. “My mom comes too.”
He nods and extends his hand towards your mother, “Elaine, would you kindly join us back at our home?”
Your mom stammers as she gets to her feet. “I- uh- yes, of course.” She pulls her shawl over her shoulders and joins your little trio at the front of the room, uncertain of how to act. Then you grab the mic to speak one final time. “Thank you, everyone, for joining us tonight to celebrate this joyous occasion. Have a blessed evening, and please enjoy the dessert.” You drop the mic on the hardwood as you stride over to the sweets table.
Napkin in hand, you quickly pile on a few cakes and a piece of fudge before returning to Ryomen’s side with a huge shit-eating grin. His canine’s flash at you in a smile you’ve come to love. “Got your chocolate dessert?”
“Like I was gonna miss it. Ha!”
Behind you, the projector comes back to life, and you spot Akari where Uraume once stood, forwarding the slideshow to where you left off. She gives you a wink across the room, sending her support as a means of saying goodbye. While you leave, you press your remote one final time before stashing it back in your purse. Behind you, an interview compilation of witnesses giving their testimony about Naoya’s lengthy SA history runs while the song Facedown plays in the background.
Your group walks out into the hall headed to the front door, and when the ballroom exit shuts behind you, the guests begin to hum with gossip once again, while the lyrics sing through the speakers.
Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
From a distance you can hear Naoya’s roar as he lunges to tear apart the aux system before more damning dialogue can ruin his reputation. After tonight, there’s no way Naobito will be able to pass his business along to the fucking dirtbag. He’ll have to find a new heir thanks to yours truly.
When the warm summer night air greets your departure from the building, you turn towards Wasuke. “Mr. Sukuna, thank you for what you did back there, but I feel I must warn you. Just because you stood up for me tonight does not mean I have forgotten your part in this. Please do not mistake my silence during dinner as forgiveness. My actions were purely out of preservation for Ryomen’s reputation.”
The dark-haired version of Ryo chuckles. “I’d expect nothing less after what I’ve learned about you.”
Ryomen rolls his eyes. “If only he’d put his much effort into things before he bought the Zenins that damn company.”
“Yes, mistakes were made, however, my motives-”
“So it was you who put a target on my angel!” your mom’s shrill voice cuts in.
“Eileen, please, I came to make amends.”
Your mom looks ready to beat him silly with her purse, but given how much money and influence the Sukunas have, she bites her tongue, anxious to see what reparations he’s about to offer as part of his ‘amends.’
“I was going to wait till we were back at the house, but I can see we’re not going to make it that far,” he says with a sideways glance at your mom.
You stand in the parking lot, arms crossed over your chest with Sukuna at your back. “On with it then.”
“Yeah, father, please share these amends of which you speak.”
Your mom also crosses her arms over her chest and nods in agreement.
“Christina, I would like to offer you a summer internship.” you silently hold his gaze, cause an internship is definitely a low-ball offer and you’re not doing those anymore. “It would be paid and include a housing stipend so my son will stop funneling his money into your apartment.”
“Is that all?” you ask, still feeling like your months of suffering have earned you a little more than that.
“I would also like to offer you part-time employment during your final school year so that you no longer have to work at that grocery store and will no longer need your work-study. Dr. Kemp was particularly hard to buy off since he seems to have grown very attached to you, but after a few large donations, he finally accepted the terms.”
“Will the compensation be comparable?”
Wasuke chuckles. “I am prepared to offer double what you’re currently making and will continue the housing stipend till you start working at our firm full-time upon graduation.” Your breath catches because he didn’t just say what you think he did, did he? “Yes, you heard correctly. If your work during your internship is as good as your professors and supervisors say it will be, I am prepared to offer you full-time employment with our company after graduation. I realize my heir will need a spouse who can support him when he takes over the business. I’d like you to learn what we do and become that support. Is that a responsibility I can trust you with?”
“You’re seriously willing to offer me all of that after the scene I just made?”
“The scene I saw was exactly what you said: a woman taking down a dynasty. If you can take on the entire Zenin family, I can trust you to take on my entire business.”
“I don’t know what to say.” It seems unreal. The future you’ve been working so hard to earn was just handed to you in a parking lot.
“You say yes.” Ryomen nudges softly.
“Okay then,” you stick out your hand, ready to shake on the deal. “I accept your terms; however, I must warn you that just because you trust me, that does not mean I trust you… yet.”
That same canine smile Sukuna has graces Wasuke’s lips. “I would expect nothing less. Now, can we please head back to our estate? My wife and youngest are waiting with champagne.” His phone dings, and he pulls it from his pocket, smiling. “Ha! It seems I’ve gotten ten text messages and a voice note from her laughing at the engagement live stream. Excellent job, Christy. You have won over a new fan.”
You blush as you look up at Ryomen, “Hear that? Your mom’s a fan.”
“And you thought I was crazy for wanting to marry you before our first date.”
“Eh, maybe you’re not that crazy.” you elbow him jokingly.
“Careful, C, you’re still wearing white. I will absolutely steal you away and marry you this instant.”
“Did you not just hear the part where I said I wanted to be a normal couple?!”
Both Ryomen and Wasuke laugh with matching baritone.
“Great, now there’s two of them.” you grumble as you march next to your mom turning crimson.
Elaine squeezes your bicep with a smile and you share her expression, feeling something you haven’t felt in a long time, relief.
~ 14 Months Later~
“Mrs. Sukuna, Mr. Ryomen was asking if you could grab the charts with the quarterly projections before the meeting begins in 20 minutes.”
“For the millionth time, I’m not married to Ryomen, I’m just his girlfriend.”
“Sorry, ma’am, I’ve been asked to call you that. And between us, I’m much more afraid of your boyfriend than I am of you.”
You growl in frustration. It’s bad enough that Muta has been doing it jokingly, but now the entire office feels obligated to call you by the title. “Forget it. Did Ryo say where he put them?”
“I believe they’re in the supply closet by the board room.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll go get them.”
“He asked if you could do that now so he has time to practice the presentation before the meeting.”
“I- that’s- ...sure.” You shake your head and walk through the office, grabbing your files from your desk in the bullpen before winding to the back, where the boardroom and the supply closet are. You open the door and walk into the large storage space, headed to the back corner where presentation supplies are usually kept.
A hand covers your mouth, stifling your scream, while another pulls your body back against a broad, muscular chest.
“Ryomen! You scared the crap out of me!”
“Sorry, baby. I need you.”
“So you ambush me in the supply closet?!” you loudly whisper.
“Yes, I can’t stand seeing you in this tight little skirt all day and not yank it up to touch what’s underneath.”
“Shh, keep your voice down! We’ve already been caught fooling around in here once.”
Ryomen’s red eyes glint, and in the second it takes for you to realize he’s grabbed your wrists, they’re already zip-tied to the shelves, hands bound over your head.
“Ryo! No! Let me go! This is such a bad idea, anyone could come in here.”
“Let them.”
His mouth is hot on yours, stifling your protests. His massive hands run over the leather of your skirt, and up your sides till his hands round your back and tug you closer to him. A moan slips out, desperate and wanting. For all the panic you feel about getting caught again, you can’t stop how your body sings for him with every touch.
Ryomen pulls up your skirt and fists the flesh of your behind. You mewl for him again. His eyes glow with excitement when he slips a rubber band off his wrist.
“Ryo, what’re you doing?”
“Since spanking you would be too loud, I brought an alternative.”
The whites of your eyes grow as Sukuna spreads his pointer and thumb with the band stretched between them. His fingers rest over your rear when he pulls the rubber back and then releases. You hiss as you feel the stinging bite against your skin. “That’s not funny.”
“It’s not meant to be funny.” He does it again. You flinch and try to tell him to quit it when you look up and see his canines. “Now, lets see how many times it takes to turn you red.”
“I’m sure I’m already red, asshole.”
“Asshole? Well now.” Ryomen brushes his thumb over your underwear causing you to spread your legs for him. “Then instead let’s see how long it takes for you to beg me to stop.”
He aims the rubber band against your inner thigh near the apex of your sex and releases. You squeal from pain, but he brushes your clit through your thong again, soothing the ache. You grind into the motion, yet he snaps you with the band again. You thrash in your ties, then he snaps again. Your stomach tightens, and your legs kick as he keeps pulling the band against your skin, over and over, leaving the entire surface between your thighs as bright as a sunburn.
“No more, I can’t," you cry.
“You don’t get to choose when we stop, baby.”
Ryomen sinks down, pulls your thong to the side, and kisses the crest between your legs. On instinct, you angle yourself towards him, granting him access to your folds. Rabid for you, he dives in, grabbing your flesh and pulling you closer to him. Desperately, you press against him, feeling how his nose prods against your clit while his tongue slips into your seam. Little whimpers of pleasure seep from your tongue till a sharp sting bites your cheeks.
“Kuna, -ah- I thought we were stopping -ah- with the fucking rubber band.”
He stretches the band again, making you hiss from the ache. “Nope, I’m just getting started.” His tongue delves into your cavern and fucks as far into you as it can reach while he snaps the damn band on your ass countless times. You constrict around his muscle in pain and swear you’re about to cum all over his face because of it. Fuck him and his games.
He’s relentless with the thing, even as he shifts his attention to the nub that’s been rubbing against his face. He leans back, pulls it between his teeth, and sucks hard. You gasp, swearing you’re about to see stars when you begin to thrash violently against his mouth. He feels your clit pulsing in his bite, licking it while you cum against his chin.
It takes everything inside of you to stay silent while your mind shatters from sensation.
Once you’ve come down and your orgasm has waned, Ryomen rises up and frees his member. The monstrosity springs out of his briefs, leaving your mouth agape.
“Careful, Princess, I’ll gladly fill that mouth if you keep it open.”
Your teeth click shut when you look back up at him.
With two hands cupping your rear, Ryomen slides his grip down and wraps your legs around his waist, lining his tip along your entrance. Still bound to the metal shelf, you’re completely at his mercy as you feel your hips drop down so Ryo spears your core all the way to the hilt. You gasp again at the fullness and the way he stretches you just as powerfully as the first time you rode that dildo back in the frat house.
With each thrust up into your center, the plastic of the zip tie pinches your skin, leaving deeper marks that are sure to bruise tomorrow. Greeeat, even if no one catches us, everyone’s gonna see my wrists and know I ‘went’ to the storage closet.
But all thoughts flee your mind. Embarrassment doesn’t matter when Ryo fucks up into you so aggressively you swear he could launch you into another dimension. Your eyes cross as your head drops back into the file boxes on the shelves. “Oh, fuck, Kuna. This feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it, baby.”
You gasp, feeling his tip punish your cervix with each thrust. Your lower belly warms, clenching while he bullies into you at an unforgiving pace. You’re almost there, almost -hah- almost ah- almost -gasp- there!
Still rocketing inside your walls, you clamp down and spasm around his staff, shaking while your legs embrace his waist. Your orgasm pulls out his own, milking the seed from his shaft as he buries himself inside your quivering walls. His groans are a deep timbre so satisfying that you almost come a second time from the sound alone.
One leg at a time, Ryomen lets you down and recenters your thong before pulling your skirt back into place.
“Seriously?! You’re not gonna clean me up before putting my underwear back?”
“No, you’re going to walk around with my cum soaking through your panties during the entire meeting.”
“Ryooo, why must you embarrass me?!”
“Because it’s sexy embarrassing you.”
“You’re lucky you're hot and can get away with these stunts.”
He smirks and if your hands weren’t still tied, you’d smack it clean off his lips.
After tucking himself away and rebuttoning his dress slacks, Ryomen gives your cheek a kiss and your ass a final squeeze. “One sec, baby, I’ll be right back.”
“Wait, what?! No! Ryo, untie me now!!”
He turns around and scans your entire body. “You’re right, I can’t leave you like this.”
“Thank you.”
He comes back and pulls your breasts out of your bra, sucking on each peak before standing back to his full height. “Much better. I’ll see you when I get back.”
“No! Ryomen, if you leave me here to be discovered with my tits out I swear there’ll be retribution.”
“Relax, I’ll be just a few minutes.”
His eyes wolfishly devour the sight of you before closing the door and leaving you alone in the dark. You sink against the shelves, freaking out about how fucked you are if anyone opens that door. You thought you were past him leaving you tied up places, but with Ryomen there's no end to his insatiable lust.
As he steps into his father's office, the sheen of your juices still glistens on Ryomen’s face. Wasuke rolls his eyes and sighs.
“Just because I approve of your girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m okay with you two fornicating under my nose. The least you could do is make an honest woman out of her before parading your sex life around the office.”
“Don’t worry father, I fully intend on making an honest woman out of her.” he says while whipping his mouth off with his forearm. “Did you bring it?”
“Yes, I stopped by the security deposit box on my lunch break.”
The corner of Ryomen’s devious mouth tugs up. “Let me see.”
Wasuke sets his briefcase on the desk and enters the code to unlock its latches. As the gold flaps spring up, he pulls out a small box and hands it to Ryomen. “My mother’s ring. Did you get her size yet?”
“Yes,” he says as he looks down at the diamond, “I spoke to the jeweler yesterday. He said he can size it before tonight if I bring it in by 2:00 pm.”
“Looks like you’ll miss the beginning of the meeting trying to meet that deadline.”
“Don’t worry.” Ryomen says with a gleam in his eye. “She can cover me. She already knows every word of the presentation. I just need to go untie her.”
Wasake makes a face of disgust. “Careful, son, I might just leave the company to her instead of you if she keeps covering your responsibilities.”
Ryomen’s gaze never waivers, drinking in the jewel held between his fingers. “I have no opposition to that.”
A deep chortle comes from his father. “I’m proud of you, Ryomen. You’ve found someone truly remarkable.”
“I told you so. She was never some gold digging charity case. She was always my future wife, and tonight, I make it official.”
Warnings: Ignorance of physical boundaries, alcohol consumption
Summary: Tonight is the engagement party and Toji continues to ignore your boundaries. That's okay though, cause the chaos is just getting started.
Art Credit: @innaillus
Word Count: 4.2k
A/N: Did I say second-to-last installment? Oops, yeah, it may have gotten split in half again cause, well, I added more. Sorry!
Chapter 28 I Chapter 30
“Wow.”
Toji stands outside your apartment, mouth gaping as he looks at you in your off-the-shoulder mini dress. The photo you sent him did not do justice to your angelic presence. Mesmerized, his fingers trace the crest of your arms and wander down the dress’s lace bodice. The floral detailing of the corset is transparent, revealing your skin tone underneath and making the garment extremely intimate …a fact Toji doesn’t miss.
“You’re immaculate,” he says with one hand on your hip. “The perfect bride.”
His knuckle comes under your jaw, lifting your chin, before he leans down and kisses your cheek. To your surprise, his lips are soft and gentle, but then they trail down to your jaw and neck, nipping at your skin.
“Toji,” you warn while your heart rate ratchets. You suppress the tremor that creeps up your spine from his possessive touch, still revulsed, even after a week of practice.
“Sorry, beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.”
You look away, hiding your anger and disgust. If you seem too frustrated or upset, he might start looking for evidence of your escape route, and the last thing you need tonight is for Toji’s guard to be up.
Akari pulls on the car’s front door handle, the sound bringing your attention away from your creepy titan of a fiancé and towards your surroundings. Akari whistles and pretends to mind her own business as she slips into the front passenger seat of the sedan. Her charade might work on some, but you’re certain she saw everything.
Toji releases you and motions to the car’s backseat. His large hands open your door and then move to your hair, protecting your head as you get in. Once more, you’re reminded how perfectly he can play the part of a chivalrous, overbearing, fake fiancé when he wants. If only he chose to use his manners all the time.
After you’re settled in your seat, he closes the door behind you and circles the car where he gets in on the opposite side. Toji slides in next to you and presses against your side. As the thick fabric of his dark, fitted suit pushes into your skin, you can feel his body heat radiating through it. Your eyes close in annoyance while his massive palm slides to your inner thigh and rests there, keeping you on edge. The mental limbo of wondering if he’s going to push your buttons further is exhausting. As a result, your body is stiff against his, every inch of skin tingling with unease.
“I’d appreciate it if you took your hand off my thigh.”
“You can’t look like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, babe. Besides, it’s our engagement party, try to have a little fun.”
You lift your leg, knocking his hand off, and cross it over the other, while turning away from him. As you stare out the window, he grabs you around the waist and tries to pull you into his lap.
“Stop, Toji.”
He ceases his tugging, but he doesn’t let go of you either. Instead, his thumb strokes your dress, petting your belly like he’s your proud owner. Silence passes between you, similar to the trees lining the road outside.
But then you quietly mutter, “You look good in a suit.”
You’re not sure why you give the compliment. Perhaps it's your home training, or perhaps it’s the guilt that he gave you one, but you didn’t reciprocate. Either way, you immediately regret your words because he leans into your ear and whispers, “I look even better in my birthday suit. I promise.”
Your nostrils flare. “I guess I’ll find out after the wedding.” The wedding that will never happen.
Toji bites his lip while smirking. It’s a sultry stare that’s sure to disarm most women, but you’re not most women. The same expression on Ryomen would melt you, but on Toji, it freezes your insides. You hate that presumptuous, ugly smile. The one that shows he fully believes you’re going to be his. It reminds you of all the hungry stares from his family, and suddenly your mind is haunted by the realization that you’ll be interacting with them tonight. The hands, the touching, the hugs, the way you might be cornered. Your spine straightens, and your stomach feels sick. For all your focus on the plan, how could you forget that you’ll be surrounded by those predators prior to its execution? A chill wracks your body, and you find yourself leaning into Toji, whose mood suddenly drops from playful to anxious.
“Everything okay?”
“No. I’m just realizing I have to deal with the men in your family again.”
“You’re just realizing that?”
“I was focused on other stuff, alright? There wasn’t a lot of time to think about your creepy relatives between polymers, Latin derivatives, and party planning."
Toji’s arm tightens around you. “I won’t leave you alone for a second, okay?”
You were hoping to put distance between you and Toji tonight while you set up for Plan B, but now you’re disturbingly relieved for his protection. “Okay.”
“I got you, Babe. I promise the only hands you have to shake are my uncle’s and the women's. I’ll handle everyone else.”
Your stomach sinks with self-loathing. You hate that his family makes you run to him for shelter, and you hate that when you should be pushing Toji away, you’re pulling him closer. If it were Ryomen, he’d call off the entire party. He wouldn’t ask you to go through with anything that makes you uncomfortable. Toji, on the other hand, well, he enjoys being your protector and loves to show you off. He’s aware of how the dynamic between his relatives allows him to get closer to you. That’s why he’d never call off any event that allows him to have you nestled in his arms just like you are now. He capitalizes on your discomfort while saying he cares. But does he? Of course not.
The jackass changed his profile picture to you kissing him at the selection ceremony. He’s made sure to milk these past nine days for all they’re worth while you were sowing the seeds of destruction. Even if he really does care about how his family treats you, it’s all undone by his willingness to put you near them in the first place.
The car rolls to a stop in front of a beautiful colonial-style mansion with a red carpet connecting the road and the front door. As expected, the venue is absolutely gorgeous, and everything reminds you of royalty, right down to the circular driveway. You take a mental note that this is probably a reflection of how the Zenins view their own self-image. Let’s knock that image down a peg or five.
A large crowd of people are gathered by the door with red flares in hand. Toji helps you out of the car, and when your heels meet the carpet, a weak smile stretches your lips, trying to play along with the glitz and the glamor. However, there are too many emotions pulling at your mood for you to fully sink into character. Fear, nerves, and anxiety swirl in your gut, and the grandeur of the party already has you overwhelmed. This is only the beginning of the night, and you’re obviously off to a bad start, but you can’t turn back now.
Cameras flash, recording your every step while you stand there lost, wondering what to do. Do you stay outside and let them take photos like you’re at the Oscars, or can you just bolt inside like you want? You settle on the latter, placing one foot in front of the other till Toji holds you back. You look up at him, and he pulls you close, bending down to whisper into the shell of your ear.
“Optics, Babe. My family’s not hosting this for us, they’re doing it for them.”
“Right.” You lean back to look up at him again, worrying your lip with your teeth and completely forgetting about your nude lipstick.
“Remember, we’re a happy power couple and a major part of the future of Z Horizons.” His thumb brushes your cheek affectionately so that to any onlooker it would seem he’s muttering sweet nothings that only you can hear. When really the cameras are catching him coaching you through his insane version of ‘normal.’
“Got it,’ you say with a swallow and a nod of your head. Once more, you try to get back into character.
“Good, now follow my lead.” Immediately, he captures your lips in a kiss, and just like at the compound, you’re forced to endure it. Knowing you’re publicly cornered, Toji pushes his luck by letting his hand wander below your waist and grabs a fistful of your ass. He pulls you into him, making your hips collide so you can feel his semi. Instinctively, your palms push against his chest, but he overpowers you. Against your wishes, he opens his mouth and deepens the kiss, making it truly tabloid-worthy.
When he lets go, you stare at him, eyes full of betrayal while his face splits with glee. To the photographers, your expression probably looks like one of lust, but to those who know better, they see your mug for what it is.
“Now smile,” he directs, but you refuse. His little tongue trick has you feeling mutinous, even with so many eyes watching your every move. “Babe,” his fingers intimately trace your hairline, “if my cousins don’t think you’re happy with me, they will believe they’re the ones who can satisfy you. And the second they find you alone, they’re going to give it a go. Let’s not give them that idea.”
Damn him for being right.
You lick your teeth before pasting on a smile. Toji grins victoriously as he drapes his arm over your shoulders with possessive ease and directs you into the building. Along the way, you both wave and smile at the many people lined up at the carpet’s edge. Upon inspection, most of the faces are foreign. People you’ve never met but who clearly hold influence. Other attendees are more familiar; faces you’ve seen in your classes, at the library, or at the frat’s parties. However, based on the looks they offer, you’re sure every single one of these girls hates you and wishes to be in your shoes. Same girlies, I wish you were in my shoes too.
Quickly, your eyes pull away, not wanting to search through the crowd too thoroughly, cause you’re terrified of spotting Ryomen. Though you want him here, you’re not sure if you could live with yourself if he saw that kiss with Toji. Yes, he knows it’s happened in the past, but witnessing it in person is another matter entirely. There’s no way you could recover your red carpet facade if you saw his angry scowl amongst the bystanders.
Shit, what if he’s not only mad at his frat brother for that kiss? What if he’s angry with you for not stopping Toji? Especially when he started shoving his tongue in your mouth. Will he view this as betrayal? Will he think you’re a cheater? Oh gods, and even if your plan goes the way it should, there will surely still be tabloids of you kissing Toji on the front page tomorrow. The humiliation flushes your cheeks, and your worry must be obvious on your face because when your eyes slip over to Naobito, he narrows his gaze. You obediently pull your lips wide, trying to feign happiness again.
Toji continues to tug you into the house, guiding you past the never-ending crowd of guests. Some of them are sporting press passes, but most of them look like idols who must be pillars of the community. The journey to the back of the house feels infinite as the faces blur together on either side of the hall. Yet, once you finally reach the ballroom, there’s another crowd waiting for your entrance. This one is clapping while music blares over the speakers. It’s clear they expect something from you, so Toji responds by spinning you out onto the wooden dancefloor. You can’t see your feet beneath the chilly white clouds created by blocks of dry ice, causing you to cling to Toji’s shoulders while he dips you in front of the cheering room.
For all the irritating emails and phone calls from Kugisaki, nothing could have prepared you for this extravagant experience. You’d been so focused on the ending of the party, you never allowed yourself to think about the beginning or the middle. It’s the same stiffness you felt in the car when you realized your evening will be consumed by dodging Zenin creeps.
It’s all so overwhelming that you almost forget what your main objective is. Fortunately, a loud whistle from someone in the back of the room pulls your attention towards the DJ booth, where you see a figure with white and red hair… Uraume, Ryo’s friend. Good. You have an ally, exactly where you need them, and that nugget of information grounds you in this sea of overstimulation.
Blessedly, Toji’s arm, which had been guiding your dance moves by your waist, shoulder, and hand, slips down to your hip and pulls you towards a sweetheart table at the front of the room. By the way your vision is spinning and the base of your toes ache, a seat would be a privilege right about now. And luckily for you, that seat comes with plenty of alcohol.
An abundance of champagne and wine is poured into glittering glass flutes while waiters bring the first round of warm appetizers to each guest. As lost as your appetite has been recently, seeing the steaming food sitting at your place setting pulls a hunger from your belly that hasn’t existed for days. Your fork stabs at your plate; your tongue eager to taste. Shit, that’s good. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth, so you grasp the napkin on your lap to dab your chin, but Toji’s thumb is already there, wiping it away. A collective awe from the crowd sours your expression. There are far too many people watching your every move, and it’s unnerving. Seeing your repugnant reaction, Toji pinches your chin and nuzzles his nose against yours in a bunny kiss, drawing even more happy sounds from your audience.
“Please try to look excited," he whispers, "Remember what I said about my cousins.”
With wide eyes, you find your inner actress once more and comply, internally shivering at the threat of Toji’s perverted family looking to fulfill their sick desires.
After the first round of food, everyone gets up to dance, filling the space between tables with swaying bodies and excited conversation. Your eyes scan the banquet hall, observing the expanse of conversation and networking taking place at this very moment. Rich people never take a break from their pursuit of power, do they? Even an engagement party becomes a business opportunity. Dozens of exchanges are all happening right under your nose, bringing you to realize how many influential people are truly present to witness your embarrassment.
Reluctantly, on the dancefloor, Toji allows you to change partners, but keeps a close eye on you, making sure his prowling cousins don’t get too close. With a twirl, your eye catches your mom’s, and the first genuine smile of the night makes its way onto your face. A sparkle of happiness flickers in your eyes till your attention is pulled elsewhere. You’re passed over to an older female, who, judging by her midnight hair and pointed features, is another member of the Zenin clan. Unlike her male family members, she seems serious and earnest, like life with her family has sucked the soul from her chest.
It’s only a few steps into the dance when she pulls you close to her and whispers in your ear, “I’m sorry. I know what you’re going through, but it can get better. My family might not respect women, but if you stay close to Toji and prove yourself, you can at least gain influence.” The way she holds you feels tense, like she’s taking a risk by approaching you and sharing this advice. It makes you wonder if she’s being watched.
You pan over the sea of people, noting all the men with dark hair who are likely part of the clan. Then, in the back, above them all, your stare catches a head of rosy pink locks. The second genuine smile of the night reaches your eyes right as you feel your body relax. Seeing you over the woman’s shoulder, Elaine follows your stare. She sees Ryomen in the back of the room and starts putting together some of the puzzle pieces you have yet to explain.
Knowing better than to look too long, you pull back and assess the Zenin woman dancing with you. She gives you a sympathetic look, her eyes hollow with smile lines absent from her face. Instead of crows' feet, there’s a divot at the center of her forehead where her brows have creased her skin together. This is your future if you fail tonight. You’ll bear a face of remorse from a lifetime devoid of love.
All too soon, Toji’s shadow falls over you both. “May I have my fiancé back?”
“Be my guest,” the woman says with a smile that looks unnatural on her face.
You step back into Toji’s embrace, starting to regain your lost confidence. Ryomen is here, Uraume is here, your mom is here. You can do this. Even as Toji’s fingers cling to your side, you feel your mood inflate.
Once the music dies down and everyone sits back in their seats, the main course is doled out to each table. Then, after everyone has had their fill, another round of dancing commences and you’re suddenly aware of the wine you’ve consumed and how it’s pushing against your bladder.
You tug on Toji’s jacket, “Toji, I need to use the bathroom.”
He nods. “I’ll come with.”
Your heart stumbles at the thought of him joining you in the restroom. “Oh, uh, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to let you know in case I take too long to come back.”
“Are you sure? I promised I wouldn’t leave your side.”
“How about this? If I’m longer than 10 minutes, come meet me at the bathroom door.”
You can see the hesitation in his eyes. Thoughts of his relatives following you linger in the shadows of his features. Honestly, his worry is his only redeeming quality. “10 minutes,” he agrees after some thought. “That’s all.”
You squeeze his hand and walk out into the hallway, looking for the restroom. While you search for the door, you begin to wonder if you should use this time to follow up with Uraume or see Ryomen. No, maybe not. You can’t risk being seen near either of them. But maybe you’ll be able to text them while you’re unsupervised.
You round the corner and press your palm against the bathroom door before stepping onto a painted tile floor. Naturally, the bathroom is just as elegant as the ballroom you left behind. With marble countertops, golden stalls, and brushed metal fixtures, you feel like you’ve stepped into a palace. Only, you need to take a wiz in this one so you stop your gawking and lock yourself behind a stall door.
Just as your cheeks meet your porcelain throne, you allow yourself to release. However, the sound of your functions nearly masks the echo of the bathroom door opening. Expecting to hear the clicking of heels over the flushing water, a surge of panic sweeps through your chest when each footfall is heavy. Immediately, you duck down to look under the stall door and gasp at what you see. Shiny dress loafers stick out from beneath the tailored hem of black slacks. Yup, a man has definitely entered the bathroom, and you’re trapped here with them.
Oh gods, please let it be Toji and not one of his creepy cousins- Geezus fuck, am I really hoping to see Toji in the women’s room right now? What has my life become?
“Baby? You in here?”
“Ryo?!”
You unlock the door and step out towards the sinks. Warmth spreads down to your fingers and toes when Ryomen’s painted nails grab you by the neck and pull you into him for a stinging kiss.
“Wait! My hands! I need to wash them, you sicko.”
“You’re seriously calling me sick when we’re in the same building with how many Zenins?”
Instead of answering, you maintain eye contact the entire time you lather soap between your palms and rub them beneath a stream of warm water. When you shake your fingers over the sink and grab a towel, Ryo smiles and reaches in once more, claiming you as his own and nearly knocking you over with eagerness.
“You doing okay, baby?” he mutters between breaths
“Yeah, are you?”
“I’m barely keeping my fists to myself.”
You laugh into his mouth. “That bad, huh?” Your fingers thread into his cotton candy tendrils while you pull him closer.
“I’m trying to let you have your moment and show your strength. It’s just-” You suck on his bottom lip and pull back, making him groan. “-hard overhearing their disgusting conversations and not breaking their jaws.”
You hop on the counter and pull him between your legs. “Is everything ready for Plan B?”
“Yes.” He rubs between your legs, making you moan. “Is my girlfriend ready for Plan B?”
Your tongue pries into his mouth and swipes against his in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The sound of knuckles against the door rips your lips apart. Eyes wide, you watch Ryo dip into the stall you just came from and close the door. You slip off the counter and spin around towards the mirror, watching his feet disappear from view as he steps on the toilet seat.
Quickly, you snatch a paper towel and start fixing your smudged lipstick before Toji steps in. When he sees you bent over the marble countertop with your face close to the looking glass, he growls in excitement. He serves your ass a nice spank as he moves behind you, skewing the lip line you were fixing with your skittish jump. You sign and pull your lipstick out so you can reapply.
Toji fully centers himself behind you and affectionately rubs your hips as he speaks. “It’s been 10 minutes, Babe. Did you really think it was a good idea to scare me just so you could fix your makeup?”
You close your tube and turn around in his grip. “I’m sorry, Toji. You’re right. There’s just so many cameras here. I feel pressured to look perfect.”
He smooths down your hair and traces your jaw, “It’s okay. I get it.”
You pray Ryo can’t see this tender exchange through the stall’s cracks, but there’s no way to check unnoticed. Instead, you surrender to the situation and suggest getting back to the party.
“Aww, so quickly? We haven’t had a moment together since the car. Why not take advantage of a little alone time?”
“You just saw me fix my makeup.”
“You can fix it again, can’t you?”
“Toji, stop.”
Ignoring your boundaries, he lifts you and puts you back on the counter you just hopped off of. His lips drop to your neck, avoiding the makeup on your lips and face.
“I mean it, Toji. Stop.”
He kisses you between words. “But. I don’t. Want to.”
“We had an agreement, remember?”
“And I told you I wasn’t gonna stop trying.” kiss “Remember?”
You know Ryomen is seething behind that gold door, ready to jump out and pulverize Toji if you can’t get him to respect your boundaries.
Both your hands push against Toji’s chest as you jump down off the counter. “We’re not doing this here. Not with your family nearby.”
“Fine, Sweetcheeks. We can go, but this isn’t over.”
“I’m sure it’s not.”
You grab his hand along with your bag and leave Ryomen behind in the women’s room, hoping he has time to cool off before sneaking out. You plead to the universe that another girl doesn’t enter before he has the chance to exit, but there’s no time to worry about that now. You need to focus on what’s to come.
Trailing beside you, Toji grins as he watches you play some type of secret monologue in your head. You get this adorable little expression on your face when you’re thinking. Every time he swears, he could ram his length inside of you and cum in just one stroke from how cute you are. But he notices a shift in the shadows and spots his cousin, Nobuaki, lurking nearby. All thoughts of fucking you fly out the window when a protective rage makes his fingers twitch in your hand. After that, Toji’s steps hurry you out of the hall and back into the ballroom.
Behind him, Nobuaki glares at your retreating backs before his eye catches a man with pastel hair and face tattoos sneaking out of the same women’s room you emerged from. The guy in question looks both ways and slips into the back door of the celebration hall.
Ha, Nayoa was right about you, after all. Nobuaki was hoping that was the case, but it seems he’s missed his opportunity. How about he sees what this party crasher is up to instead?
Summary: The second half of finals week doesn't go as planned, leading to an uncomfortable compromise with Toji.
Art Credit: @innaillus
Word Count: 4.0k
A/N: As you can see, I chose to split things into 2 chapters, so enjoy the second-to-last installment of this series.
Chapter 27 I Chapter 29
GM Sunshine ☀️ Akari is waiting for you downstairs
You wake up to buzzing on your nightstand and groggily grab your phone. “Who’s texting you this early?” Ryomen asks, eyes opened to slits as he fights his tiredness.
“Probably that damn party planner.” you say checking the time. Even though your alarm was set to go off in 3 minutes, something about being roused from sleep 180 seconds early seemed like a punishable crime. Your thumb swipes over on your phone and as you look at the message your body goes rigid.
“What is it?”
“It’s Toji.”
“Puke. What does that douche want?”
Your thumbs tap out a response, needing more information.
Who's Akari?
Your new bodyguard
…
And why do I suddenly need a bodyguard?
Since rumors spread that Sukuna was fucking my fiancé in the library yesterday.
Seriously?! You hired a bodyguard over that?!
Think of her more like a babysitter. Say goodbye to your space.
You groan and fall back on the bed against Ryo. “Fuck my life.”
“Is that a request? Cause I can help. I think you’ll find my skills highly sufficient.”
You glare at him, but can’t hold back the grin threatening your lips. “No, silly, Toji knows.”
“That I’m sleeping here?”
“That we did it in the library. Now I have a bodyguard.”
“And what’s that going to do?”
“Report all my movements to my ill-tempered and highly jealous fiancé, or worse, his uncle.”
“Saturday can’t get here soon enough. Their entire family makes me blood thirsty.”
“But what should we do till then?”
“I’m not sleeping under the same roof as that girlfriend-stealing asshole.”
“But what if he makes me sleep under the same roof as him?”
“I volunteer to strangle him. It would be my honor.”
Your alarm rings, cutting off his statement. With a swipe of your finger, you immediately turn it off and scooch out of bed to start getting ready for work. “We really shouldn’t have been so reckless yesterday.”
“You’re right. Shit. We got too carried away.”
“Now he’s going to be everywhere I go.” Your eyes pinch shut at the thought.
“I can stay with you for protection.”
“No, I don’t want you getting into fist fights every day when you should be focused on finals,” you say, deflated. “The easier course of action is just to go along with whatever he wants.” You pad over to your bathroom and start to brush your teeth.
“You don’t have to, baby.”
“I know. But I don’t think I have the bandwidth to fight him all week. Instead, I’ll change your name in my phone, and you go focus on figuring out what your dad is up to.”
Ryo smiles at your foamy lips, internally giggling at how hard you’re trying to talk with a mouth full of toothpaste. “True. Maybe I’ll sleep at home instead of the frat house. I just know seeing Toji will set me off.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Though seeing my dad might also set me off, too. He’s the reason all this started in the first place.”
“Yeah, but there’s a tactical advantage to staying with him this week. Cozy up to him and all that.”
Ryomen walks up to you just as you spit in the sink and rinse out your mouth. “I hate that I have to stay away from you.”
“I hate it too.”
His arms rest comfortably around your midsection. “You remember what I taught you?”
“Yes, find the nearest pressure point and make it hurt.”
“Don’t hold anything back.”
“Trust me, I won’t.”
“You have the chart I sent you?”
“Already memorized.”
“Atta girl.” Ryo tilts your head up and bends down to give you a feverish kiss. When he pulls back, you feel dizzy. “I’ll miss you.”
“This isn’t goodbye, sappy.”
“It feels like it.”
“It does.” Your eyes cast down. “But it’s not. We’re going to be together by the end of Saturday.” Your eyes flick up, full of fire and determination. “I will never be Mrs. Zenin.”
“Never.”
You hug him tight and let go. “Now, I really need to get ready for work.”
Ryo smirks and lies back down in bed, watching you bustle about and change. You don your green work polo and khaki pants, while he admires how the fabric strains over your glutes. Nudes the rest of the week are a must if he’s going to keep his distance. Not seeing that ass every day will feel criminal. However, now probably isn’t the time to ask. …He’ll wait five more minutes.
“Ah! Geezus, fuck, Toji! I’m gonna put a bell collar on you if you keep sneaking up on me.”
“Mmm, kinky.” Toji’s hands pull you in so you’re flush against his bulking chest with his strong arms encircling you. His wandering hands are becoming too familiar with your body, constantly touching you during each interaction. You want to projectile vomit as his hand grips the fabric of your mini skirt, squeezing your rear. However, even as your abdominals flex with discomfort, you still allow the negotiated peace offering to stand because it’s the only thing that has stopped your constant bickering and soothed his anger.
To say Tuesday was tumultuous would be an understatement. The entire day was full of fighting and threats, starting at work. Toji was there, waiting for you in the employee break room as you punched in for your shift. He followed you around for two hours as you stocked shelves and swept the floors. At first, your argument was hushed, but as you became more defensive about your actions, Toji grew irate. The argument became so loud that the grocery store manager interrupted you and asked Toji to remove himself from the premises with a reminder that you knew better than to bring your romantic drama to work. The bloodthirsty anger in your expression when you glared at Toji was all the validation he needed. He was placing pressure in all the right spots to make you fold, and his crooked smirk meant the fucking snake knew exactly what he was doing.
Then, like the audacious person he is, he joined you in the lecture hall for your next exam. The second you stepped into the auditorium, your eyes snapped to meet his, realizing he fully intended to take a seat beside you. He wasn’t even a student of the fucking class! You could’ve lit your test on fire with how hot your anger burned. Didn’t this guy have his own exams to worry about? It turns out the answer is yes, he does, because he went missing for two hours while Akari replaced his presence. Yet, even during your evening study session in the student union, Toji insisted on joining you whether Akari was already there or not.
Then, at the library, while finishing your psych paper, Toji was practically breathing down your neck. You kept shoving him away and reminding him you needed space to think. He laughed hollowly, reminding you of what happened when he gave you space yesterday. You didn’t want to show him that his actions were getting to you, so you stayed put, but when it was finally time to go home, you were more than relieved.
Unfortunately, Akari was instructed to join you and sleep on your couch till week’s end, which meant he wanted constant supervision.
“And what if I don’t let her into the building?” you protested. “All I have to do is tell security that she’s not allowed in.”
“Then you’ll see the full influence of my family and I’ll be the one sleeping at your place. And I won’t just be sleeping on your couch, babe; I’ll be in the fucking bed.”
That was all the motivation you needed to allow Akari into your home. Better to have a pet spy than a molester sharing your bathroom. It actually wasn’t that bad. Akari seemed sorry for you and made you breakfast as a peace offering. She was also quiet while you studied for your last two exams, making her a less cumbersome intrusion than originally thought.
But Toji’s temper tantrum came to a head on Wednesday morning out on the campus mall. He flipped when you told him you needed to collaborate with Ryo on your paper for chemistry. In a jealous rage, he proclaimed he wouldn’t allow you to see him in person, so you had to conference over Teams… but only while Toji was in the room, sitting next to you.
Obviously, you weren’t going to allow him to control you like that, so the fight was explosive. The shouting became so loud that campus police approached you. Toji’s immediate switch from a raving, jealous lunatic to a charming fiancé was nothing short of psychopathy. As soon as the officer left, Toji grabbed your wrist, threatening that if you continued to harm his family’s reputation, they’d make sure you never finished school. At that point, the only way to calm him down was to promise to spend time 'working on your relationship.' Hence, the new touching rule and the daily dinner plans you are now obligated to attend.
Now, Toji loves to show off his new privilege. He never misses a chance to join you in any and every public area ever since your “right to space” has been revoked. It’s been hard swallowing your pride and even harder to pretend his threats could ever see the light of day. But there is a time and a place to reveal your cards, and now did not meet either criterion.
So, for the time being, you put up with the constant burn in the back of your throat where bile threatens to come up with each violating touch. Fortunately, Toji has the good sense not to push things too far. At least he never puts his greedy fingers anywhere that you’d feel the need to stab him. He must remember the time a kitchen knife was an appropriate greeting to his presence in your space. It still is. So, instead, he chooses to tread the line, squeezing your ass as his new favorite hello, but never going further. Which brings you to today:
“Kinky is unsettling, coming from you," you retort, trying to pull away.
“You’re the one asking to put a collar on me.”
“Not asking, threatening.”
“Mmm, I like it when you’re angry.”
“You’re toxic. You know that?”
“I’m aware.”
You roll your eyes, unprepared to spend the next two hours with this man. Looking to change the topic, you ask, “So how was your day? Did you do well on your business management exam?”
“Look at us, sounding like a real couple.”
Barf - “You’re dodging the question.”
He laughs. “I did well.” Then he slips his hand into yours and begins walking with you towards a little diner on the outskirts of campus. Even though the place looks tacky, inside and outside, the food is absolutely amazing. But most importantly, it’s nearly deserted at all hours cause the rich students buzzing about campus think they’re too good for such a dinky dinner spot. That’s what makes it ideal for these daily torture sessions; no onlookers. “How was your project?”
You hate that he has your exam and assignment schedule memorized now. “It was good. My partner didn’t really contribute much.”
“Want me to beat him up?”
“Actually I think your intimidation factor may have played a role in his lack of communication.”
Toji’s shoulders sag. “I’m sorry.” The gull. He knows exactly how crazy he’s been this week. Everyone is avoiding you like the plague cause of it.
“It’s fine. I’m used to it. Smart kid stereotype and all that.”
He squeezes your hand and kisses your cheek, actions that make you feel resentful. It’s not like Toji doesn’t know how to be boyfriend material. He just chooses not to. It’s as if he knows nothing of self-restraint. But he’s going to be forced to show some since you need to talk to Ryomen tonight about your paper… and other stuff. You’re holding up your sickening end of the deal; now he needs to hold up his.
“How are the party plans coming along?”
“Nabora said our colors are white, black, and red. So she wants you to wear a red tie.”
“Are those also going to be our wedding colors as well?”
You clench and unclench your jaw. “I believe so. She also sent over the menu for approval.”
“And? Did she do a good job?”
“She made sure to include my chocolate dessert, so I’m happy.”
Toji’s scarred lip stretches. “You don’t have any clue how precious you are, do you?”
“Not really, no. But you seem to enjoy telling me, so why would I ruin your fun?”
He holds open the diner door for you as you enter the thankfully empty restaurant, free from students to gossip about your abrupt change of beau. Once inside, you both stride over to one of the booths by the window and look over the menu. Shortly after, an adorable older lady with wisps of gray in her otherwise raven hair walks over with her notepad ready to take your order. No sooner have the words left your lips than your phone buzzes on the table. Notification: Mae New Text Message.
“Who’s Mae?”
“She’s a clerk from the boutique I like.”
“Why is she messaging you?”
“Probably about shoes for the party.”
“I didn’t realize they’d text customers like that.”
“They do when they like you. Sales commission and all.”
“I guess I also didn’t realize you shopped at fancy boutiques. I thought you didn’t have the money.”
That comment stung because it’s accurate. “I don’t. I went there before the Alumni party and liked it so much Ryo used to take me after.” There's an uncomfortable silence that lingers in the air. “She doesn’t know the party is for you, though.” The admission makes you feel like a guilty liar, but you really didn’t want to explain to either of the girls what a pawn you’ve become since the last time you saw them.
Now it was Toji’s turn to feel hurt. “Perhaps I should introduce myself.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be using shoes I already have.”
“But if you like that boutique, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
A familiar exhaustion takes over. “If I wasn't happy accepting gifts from Ryo, I’m not gonna be happy accepting gifts from you. Please don’t do anything over the top.”
Toji chews the inside of his cheek, trying to decide if he’s willing to accept that answer. “What if a gift wasn’t over the top? What if it was something you needed?”
“Like?”
“Like paying for groceries sometimes.”
Surprise coats your face. “Thats- that’s actually not a bad idea. I would feel comfortable with that.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“'Cause, for all your fuck ups, sometimes you actually get it.”
And here comes that evil smile; the one you absolutely loath.
“Don’t. You’re reading into this too much.”
“One day, you’ll stop fighting this.”
“Doubtful.”
He keeps smiling as your food arrives, taking both plates from the server and placing one in front of you. “I don’t lose, Sweetcheeks.”
“Neither do I.”
He outright laughs at you as you slide your phone from the table and open your messages. Fortunately, what was disguised as a message from Mae was actually Ryo. While he did send you a picture of clothes to keep up the ruse, he also sent you five words that bring helium to your heavy chest.
Muta’s in. Game, set, match.
The sound of knuckles against your front door brings you to the hallway. Through the peephole, you see Seth at your doorstep holding a garment bag. After twisting the deadbolt, you open your door and greet him.
“Seth? What’re you doing here?”
“I was given instructions to deliver this to you immediately. Apparently, it’s important for tonight.”
You grab the bag from him and unzip the front halfway. Inside is a gorgeous white dress, clearly picked out by a member of the Zenin family. “Right. It’s a dress for my engagement party.”
“To that guy who attacked you?”
“To the guy who attacked me.” you confirm with pursed lips.
“You ever gonna tell me how this happened?”
“Not yet, but I’ll give you an update soon.”
You turn back towards your apartment, holding the dress at arm’s length, looking at Akari. She smiles weakly and shrugs.
“Did you know about this?”
“I was the one who gave them your size.” You glare at her as if she were a traitor when really she was just doing her job. She is employed by the Zenins after all. Don't forget, she’s the warden, you’re her charge.
You look back at the dress, assessing the damage. Of course they were going to pick out a pretty white outfit. You bet Toji’s been waiting eons to dress you up like a doll. Instead of the conservative plain black dress you chose for the evening, because you wanted to celebrate the funeral of your engagement, you will now be forced to wear a performative costume celebrating purity, even though nothing about this situation is innocent or pure.
Because the party starts soon, you’ve already started on your hair and makeup. Tonight's look is simple elegance. Instead of your go-to bun, you choose to put your tresses in loose waves that are pinned back on one side. Your makeup is relatively muted, using natural tones with a pop of shimmer on your lids and at the crest of your cheekbones. Even your overlined lips are painted in a nude shade, so you look both mature and stunning. While you fully intend on ending your engagement tonight, there will be plenty of reporters and influential people present. Hence, why you want to look impressive for your audience.
Rollers still in your hair, you pull out the dress and try it on. It fits like a glove and is absolutely stunning. Unable to squash the proud satisfaction that tugs at your lips, you decide to pose and send Ryomen a mirror selfie. His response is immediate.
Marry me. 😍
Lol I can’t! I’m promised to another, remember?
I don’t care. I’m stealing you and taking you to the chapel this instant.
Come and get me. 😈
I mean it, C. Don’t tempt me.
First I need you to be a good boy and let me know if our preparations are complete.
Oh, I’ve definitely been a good boy. 🐶
Muta is dropping off a USB to the DJ, and a backup to your building.
I’m glad he came around and decided to start helping.
Me too. I wonder what changed his mind.
IDK but I’m thankful for whatever it was. U sure the DJ will play along?
I’ve got a friend on the inside. Trust me, they’re in.
I wish you could be there tonight. 🥺
I’m sneaking in the back. There’s no way I’m missing this.
🤩
K, I’ll see you there. I love you 💕
I love you too
You set your phone down and finish your hair, pulling out the rollers and setting the style with hairspray. After you tidy up your bathroom sink and put everything away, you walk over to your closet and pull out a beautiful white pair of platform pumps.
One thing you love about tall men is that you can dress in any shoes you want. You never have to worry about being too tall cause they’re presence will swallow you up no matter what you wear. The Jimmy Choo’s Ryo gave you are absolutely gorgeous. He got them for this very occasion cause he wanted you to ‘look like a princess while behaving like a badass.’ Until now, you were resisting wearing them, hoping to debut them at your real engagement, however, now that you’ll be wearing white...
You slip them on your feet and return to the mirror. With a frown you realize you look like a woman up for auction.
Next time I do this, it will be with the right man.
There’s a buzz coming from your phone on your bathroom vanity so you lean in and swipe it off the counter.
Car should be there in 10. U ready?
You respond with a pic
Fuck babe. Give me the green light and I promise I’ll make you moan on my cock for hours. 💦
Toji, we had an agreement. Nothing till our wedding night.
That doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying.
I’d appreciate it if you did.
Sry, Sweetcheeks. I can’t make that promise. 👋🍑
But I’ll c u soon.
🙄C u soon
From the bed, you collect your purse and add in a clicker, your tube of lipstick, and your house keys. Then you look down at your phone and pick it up one more time, massaging your mom.
Leaving for the venue soon.
There’s a seat reserved for you in the front. Keep your guard up but pretend everything is fine.
Is everything fine?
Yes.
Doesn’t seem like it but I’ll see you there
c u there
You slip your phone into your purse, along with everything else, and walk over to the door. Your hand rests on the handle while you take a deep breath. I can do this. They might be more connected than me, but I’m smarter. Much smarter.
Akari comes up behind you and places her hand on your back.
“I’m sorry miss, truly. I know this isn’t what you want.”
“It’s not, but here I am, stepping into the lion’s mouth.”
“I’ll be by your side all night.”
You swallow, your eyes suddenly misty. “Thanks.”
I will not be sorry for myself. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for and I’m not backing down. For myself, I cannot give in to my fear. I am smart. I am beautiful. I am capable. I am a badass.
In the back of your head, you hear Ryomen’s approval of your affirmations. “Damn straight!” he’d say.
That thought lights up your features and gives you the strength to turn the knob and enter the hallway, followed by your shadow, Akari. You stride out the door and lock it behind you before heading to the elevator and down to the lobby. You’re a few minutes early, so you stop by the front desk to talk to Seth.
“Muta drop anything off for me?”
“He said you were in the mood for dessert.”
“I am. I was thinking of something chocolate.”
A sly smile crosses his face as he slides a USB across the desk. “How about an Andes candy?”
You swipe the stick and deposit it into your purse. “I appreciate it. I’m sure it will be delicious.” Then, you give the guard a wink.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on yet or am I expected to keep waiting?”
“With a little luck, I’ll be able to tell you tomorrow.”
“Then I wish you good luck!”
“Thanks!” You try to seem breezy, but when a black sedan pulls up to the front of the building, you know it’s time to go.
“Is that for you?” he asks, seeing your expression drop.
Your head silently nods while you watch Toji’s massive body get out of the car. He stares at you through the windows and tilts his head towards the car, signaling you to come out. “Time to get this shit over with.”
“Be safe, miss.”
You swallow and look back at him over your shoulder. “I’ll do my best.”
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Summary: Finals week has come, and the gravity of your situation is stressing you out. You're stretched thinner than ever, but at least you have someone eager and willing to help.
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Chapter 26 I Chapter 28
A/N: I'm not sure whether to make the last chapter super long or split it in two, but I'm determined to post the end of this story before December.
Why is it that hiding your relationship with Ryomen makes you want him 24/7? Ever since you decided to keep things with him on the low, you’re finding yourself craving him on a primal level.
Thursday morning at the grocery store, your entire shift was plagued by thoughts of Ryo cornering you in the aisle and taking you from behind. In all honesty, you had half a mind to message him and request just that. As you dreamily stock shelves, you imagine your fingers interlaced while he kisses you hungrily. Floating, all morning, on a cloud of fantasies and passion.
Ugh, only hours into your relationship hiatus and you’re already crumbling at the idea of being without him. Given that the engagement party isn’t till next week, you’re unsure if you can last another 9 days of this torture.
Gods, if Ryomen saw me now, he’d laugh at me and call me pathetic.
In class all day, your mind kept crawling back to images of Ryomen wading into the hot tub last week. The image of his body looming over yours and then holding you in his arms haunts your thoughts. Embarrassingly, your cheeks flush as you scribble down the last notes of the semester, unable to escape the pang in your gut. It’s hard enough creating an outline of what will be included in your final exam next week without suppressing the urge to doodle the shapes of Ryomen’s tattoos along the edge of your notebook.
Lab on Friday is horrible. Your skin burns anywhere Ryomen touches and he makes sure to brush up against you often. He can see the desire brimming in your eyes and promises to take care of you later. The thought of waiting is dreadful. You need him this very second, but instead you clutch to his vow and hang on the hope of seeing him that night.
However, along with the physical ache of withdrawal from Ryo came a new worry, Wasuke, Ryomen’s father. While you walk out of the chemistry building that morning, both of you see Wasuke entering. Your gut squeezes at the sight.
“What’s your dad doing here?”
“Nothing good.”
“This is the second time this week, Ryo. I’m worried.”
“Knowing him, there’s not much we’ll be able to do about it. All we can do for now is focus on finals and our plan.”
“Right.”
He sees how you worry your lip and regrets that there isn’t much reassurance he can offer. He, too, is extremely unsettled by his father’s determined march into the hall. The stress of the engagement has mounted Sukuna’s own anxiety as he fears for your safety.
Consequently, that night you went at it for hours, only stopping for brief bouts of sleep. Even over the weekend, you hardly left your apartment, ordering DoorDash to refuel between bouts of studying and sexcapades.
Feral for each other only scratches the surface of what you feel as you work on your plan to take down the Zenins. The entire situation has gone from dismal to exciting, and you’re starting to understand why the wealthy play the games that they play. You feed off the power trips as each piece falls into place. Seeing the vision come together only heightens your hunger for Ryomen.
Meanwhile, Toji and his uncle keep pestering you with texts about the engagement party. They hired a coordinator who asks for your preferences at least ten times a day, on top of the mounting Zenin communications. It only took three days for you to blow your top.
On Saturday, you tell off Nobara, snipping that it’s finals week and you don’t have time, between your jobs and studying, to be on your phone planning some extravagant party. If she’s some fancy planner, she is more than capable of picking whatever flowers, colors, and themes she wants, as long as the basics are there. The only things you care about are warm appetizers, a projector and a microphone for stupid speeches, wine to numb the feel of Toji’s touch, and a chocolate dessert. Outside of that, you don’t give a flying fuck about any of it. You don’t even care who she invites. If she needs to mail invitations so badly, she should just get the guest list from Naobito since he’s the one who wants this party to begin with.
After you finish your rant, there's a moment of silence, the girl’s sassy tone then agrees, and she hangs up on you. Amidst the static, you turn to Ryomen and your shoulders deflate. “Now I feel bad.”
“Don’t. She’s just upset cause she realizes you’re right. It’s finals week and she should’ve been more aware of that. Plus, it’s hot to see you get bossy.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m liking this badass, take charge, version of you. I think I wanna marry her.”
You throw your head back and laugh. “You wanted to marry the old version of me.”
“True. But I can’t keep my hands off of this one.”
Ryomen lunges in, his tongue sweeping through your mouth like a hungry predator. And just like that, the two of you are thrown into another round of conjugal activities, forgetting the textbooks scattered across your living room coffee table. Sex truly is the best stress relief.
Friday, 10:30am, Chemistry Hall
Wasuke enters the lab room as if he owns the place. His eyes scan the room, wondering which lab table his son shares with you.
“Excuse me? Can I help you?” The sound of your TA from the corner desk greets the strange visitor.
“Yes. I’ve come for a discussion.”
“Are you one of the professors or a member of the board?”
“Neither, I’m a parent of one of the students.”
The TA looks at Wasuke with exhaustion.
“Sir, it’s finals week. Our students, professors, and TAs are all a bit busy with studying and grading. Is there a way to make this quick?”
“Answer my questions and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
The TA looks at his watch. “Fine, what do you want to know?”
“Let’s start with my son and his lab partner. Tell me about their conduct during class.”
Sunday is met with another intense round of romance with Ryo. Your bodies lie bare together in your bed when your phone lights up with a message from your mom.
Umm, honey? Can you explain this invitation I just got in the mail?
Fuck my life. I forgot about my mom. You groan as you read the rest of the message
…Who’s Toji Zenin? Did something happen with Ryomen?
It’s a long story but you can ignore that.
I don’t understand. Is it a fake invitation?
No, it’s real. But you don’t need to waste your time coming.
If it’s real, I’m not going to miss my daughter’s engagement party. I’m just confused. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone new? Especially if it was serious.
It’s not serious
Then why are you engaged so soon? What happened to Ryomen? He seemed sweet.
Nothing happened with Ryomen. We’re great. I’m just temporarily engaged to another person till I can get things sorted out.
Is this some kind of prank? Or is ‘engaged’ now some slang I don’t understand?
“Baby, let your mom come.” Ryo whispers in your ear. “It might be fun for her to see you in action.”
“But what if the plan fails? I don’t want her to witness that.”
“You won’t fail.”
Your eyes stare into his pensively, but the sureness in his gaze gives you conviction. “Okay”
Nvm, mom. You should come. It might be fun
I’m still confused
Lol, I would be too
…
K, I’ll come but I expect a lengthy phone call from you later. If not, I’m calling Ryomen.
Threatening to call my bf? I didn’t realize u were close.
We’re not but he’s always honest with me.
Fine, I’ll call u later.
Promise.
“Ugh,” you roll over and face Ryo. “When did my mom start putting your word above mine?”
“Probably since the move.” he responds with his mouth in a full cheese.
“Put that smile away. It’s not a good thing.”
“For you. For me it’s the best.”
“Don’t make me mad at you.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he rumbles before snaking his arms around your waist and rolling on top of you. The hunger drips from his voice before he captures your lips, ready for yet another round. This break you were supposed to take has truly failed miserably.
Monday kicks off finals week and starts with two exams scheduled back to back, the second of which is your Chemistry final. You and Ryomen sit near each other in the lecture hall, but stay just far enough away that it doesn’t look suspicious. Thankfully, your hormones don’t distract you from the questions on the page and you’re able to get through drawing your compounds quickly. As expected, you finish within the first 47 minutes of the two hour time slot, beating the test time of all 227 students in the auditorium. Ryomen can’t stop the proud smile he flashes after you hand in your test and turn to leave. Though, he will admit, a smudge of jealousy takes root when he needs another hour to complete his own work.
After a brisk walk across campus, you head straight to the library to prepare for tomorrow’s test, relieved that you only have 3 more to go. As you walk in, your eyes catch Wasuke’s looming figure exit through the double doors at the other end of the marble stairs. Any excitement you had about finishing your final slips away as you realize he probably just talked to your other work-study supervisor here at the campus’s main library.
He keeps popping up like a weed wherever you go, and each time it brews more unease. Is he trying to isolate you on all sides? Take away the trust of your employers? Sully your name with the professors? The Zenins might be your immediate enemy, but dealing with Ryomen’s father is also high on the priority list. The question is, should it start now during finals week, or can it wait a few more days? If you’re being honest, you don’t have much of a choice. There’s so much to do to wrap up the semester. You’ve barely got time to deal with the plate you already have. How can you possibly add an investigation into Wasuke and still expect to keep your head above water? You release an audible sigh.
Choosing to drop the issue for now, you redirect your focus and search for a cozy nook to write in. Once you drop off your bag, you snap a picture of your study spot and send it to Ryomen so he can find something close by once he’s finished his test. The competitive part of you wants to compare notes about the exam questions and see if all your flashcards helped. But you’re also unsure if you should be seen studying with Ryomen at all since you’re supposed to appear broken up. Something you're having a hard time accomplishing…
After putting your phone away, you turn to walk down the rows of shelves. You did a search last night of the library’s database and found a book that could help with your psych paper. Now that you’re here, you need to grab it before someone else does. A few paces across the room take you to the stacks that contain psychology volumes. Your fingers trace along the spines till you find the correct author’s last name. You bend down to grasp the text when large hands grip your hips and spin you around.
“Toji!” Somehow the massive giant snuck up behind you and now he’s standing far too close for comfort.
“If it isn’t my fiancé.”
You gulp down your spit, trying to regain your composure. Even though you’re becoming more confident in defending yourself, Toji’s monstrous figure still makes you nervous. But you remind yourself he doesn’t need to see any weakness, so instead you feign boredom.
“How can I help you?”
“I wanna know what you’ve been up to.”
“It’s finals week. What do you think I'm up to?”
“I think you’re fucking your old boyfriend.”
You let out a sigh. “And when would I have time to do that? I’m taking 5 classes, one of which has a lab. That means 5 finals, 2 papers, and one project. On top of that, I’m still working at the store and taking shifts around campus.”
“Sukuna hasn’t slept at home in 5 days.” Toji seethes.
“Are you rubbing that in my face to hurt my feelings?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Sweetcheeks. Clearly, he’s sleeping at your place.”
Your fingers massage your temples like they often do when Toji’s being exhausting. “I don’t have time for this Toji. I’m tired, stressed, and planning an engagement party. Which is surprisingly tedious, if you didn’t know.”
“Kugisake says you’ve stopped taking her calls.”
“Yes because she calls twenty times a day! Who can study with that kind of interruption?!”
Toji’s features soften at your sharp outrage. “My brilliant girl.” His hand slides up into your hair affectionately, and he pulls you even closer than you already were. Your body is stiff against his chest, even as you look up at his now smiling face. “I love how seriously you take school.” He leans down to kiss you gently, but you pull away.
At your rejection, Toji’s hand tightens in your hair, causing you to gasp in pain. “I know you’re still sleeping with him. That’s why you won’t kiss me. Admit it.”
“No, I won’t kiss you because we’re supposed to be building trust. A task you keep failing at,” you say through clenched teeth.
“How can we build trust when you’ve been avoiding me since our engagement?”
“First of all, I avoid you cause you’re a manhandling jerk every time we’re together.” This gets Toji to finally unfist your hair. “Second of all, it’s finals week. The only company I want to keep is my textbooks. Even if I was ready to try to work on us, why would I seek you out this week of all weeks?”
“Our engagement party is Saturday. This week is all we have. And maybe if you weren’t constantly rejecting me, I wouldn’t manhandle you.”
“You’ve literally been manhandling me since the day we met!” You don’t mean to raise your voice so the entire library floor hears; he just makes you so mad. But your anger was a mistake. There’s a flash of heat in his eyes. It doesn’t take long to realize the conflict is turning him on.
Quick as a thunderclap, Toji grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist before pinning you against the nearby wall. His mouth is heavy against yours while you feel his hardness pressed up against your center. Your skirt rides up your thighs from the position he has you in, and your claw clip hurts as the wall crushes it against your scalp.
He moans into your mouth while one hand holds the back of your neck, keeping your lips hostage, and the other runs up your leg, to grope your ass. Your hands fight to come between your chests, pushing him away. “Toji, stop. Stop!”
He growls in frustration, but for once, he obeys. Reluctantly, he pulls back and sets you down on your feet.
“Thank you,” you say as you readjust your skirt and brush flyaway hairs out of your face. You’re frustrated by his continued ignorance of boundaries; however, the relief that comes with the realization that Toji’s starting to actually listen to you overpowers any terror that would normally ice your veins.
You stand up straight and look at him once more when Toji’s hands come to rest on your hips. He stares at you, frozen in place, trying not to move but buzzing with need.
“How do I do this?” he begs, fingers digging into your clothes. “Tell me. How do I make you want me the way I want you?”
You don’t.
It’s what you want to say, but you need to keep him compliant till the party, so instead you play along. “Start by listening to me and respecting my wishes. Stopping when I asked you to stop is a good start. I told you, I need to trust you.”
“So if you trust me, you’ll want me.”
“If I trust you, I’ll feel safe around you. If I feel safe, then I’ll let down my walls. That creates room for more intimate feelings such as lust and desire. Do you get it?”
“So why do other girls not need this to desire me?”
You want to roll your eyes from how you have to spell this out. “With other girls, you probably didn’t break their trust. But think about Kim and what happened with her at the party. Has she talked to you since?”
“No.”
“Why is that?”
“Cause I called her your name.”
“Yes, and in doing so, you broke her trust. Now she’s not interested.”
He looks at you like you’re some genius, which you are, but not for this. This is elementary. His hand reaches up to smooth down your hair in a surprisingly affectionate motion.
“Back at my family’s compound. You came to me for safety. Does that not count?”
“Knowing you won’t let others hurt me is not the same as knowing you won’t hurt me.”
His hands come back to your neck and cup your face. “You won’t regret choosing me. I will win your trust and your love.”
You cup his cheek, returning his gentle touch, and internally applaud your acting skills. “I’m sure you will try your best, but for now, I need to study. May I have some space to do that?”
“Of course, babe.” He kisses you on the forehead, continuing to surprise you with another careful affection.
“Thank you.”
Toji turns to leave, his bulking shoulders crowding the aisle between the shelves, then stops. “One last thing, Charity. I might be willing to play along with your wishes, for now. But if I find Sukuna’s car parked at your apartment, that will be the end of your space. Do you understand me?”
“Sukuna’s not staying with me.”
“Do you understand me?” he insists.
You fear the edge in his voice and surrender. “Yes, Toji. I understand.”
With your reassurance, he finally walks away, allowing you to fully exhale.
You take a moment to reflect on these recent events. While, yes, he’s becoming tamable, Toji’s still a stray beast, still a wild card, and still formidable. Yet, his delusional feelings for you keep growing, and for now that seems to allow you some type of control over him. That’s good, right?
You stare at the space where he vanished from sight, mind swirling with this new intel and how to use it. You stare for a long time. So long, in fact, that your legs grow tired and buckle beneath your weight. You allow your back to slide down the wall till you're squatting on the floor, still reflecting on your situation. Just a few more days. It’ll be over by the end of the week. I can do it.
“You okay, baby?”
The warm voice immediately revives your spirit. “Ryo?” You look around searching for him.
“Over here, Princess.”
“Ryo” heat flushes out the remaining cold lingering in your limbs. All your stress and worry suddenly dissipates with his words.
“Is everything okay?”
“It is now.” You reach out for him, even though you’re supposed to be hiding your relationship. Ryomen looks around before closing in on you and giving you a deep kiss.
It feels nothing like the kiss you just had with Toji. This one is life-giving, soul-feeding, tenderness. There’s love that floods your blood and a familiarity that feels like home.
You break apart before you finally explain your mood. “Toji stopped by. He’s upset that you haven’t been sleeping at home. He’s definitely on to us.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, he also tried kissing me again.”
“That man better stop kissing my girlfriend. That’s 4 times now.”
You gag, “Don’t remind me.”
“It seems to me, you need a new taste on your tongue.”
“Desperately.” you joke.
Ryomen goes in again, this time his tongue slips between your lips and licks inside your cavity. You join your tongue with his, lapping both muscles together. You’re filled with happiness and heat while your body reacts to his presence.
Reflexively, your hands tug at his clothes while little pants of need fill the limited space between you.
“We shouldn’t,” he warns, voice dripping with lust.
“When has that stopped us?”
Ryomen leans back in, biting along your neck, trying and failing to fight his immense desire for you. He needs you now. And once that thought works its way to the front of his mind, it’s like a cancer, multiplying uncontrollably and spreading throughout his body. Need her, need her, need her. It becomes an involuntary mantra while his teeth gnash at your skin and lips. Need her.
His fingers slip under your shirt and unhook your bra, letting your breasts fall out where he can squeeze them idly. Need her.
His teeth trace your jawline and nibble your lobe before his nose and tongue nestle behind your ear. Need her.
His hands slide down your sides and lift your skirt, searching for your center. Need her.
His throat whines when it finds your folds already wet and dripping with anticipation. Need her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he breathes against your skin, but he slips two digits inside you anyway. NEED her!
You gasp erotically and dig your nails into his back while you arch against his chest. Your hips rock involuntarily into his hand, chasing a high only he can provide. Ryomen curls his knuckles, nearly making you crumple. “Ryo,” you plead his name into the skin of his neck. There’s something so exquisite about getting frisky in public where Toji might catch you. You gush around his fingers, turned on by the danger.
“What would you do if Toji walked in on us right now?” you whisper into his ear.
“I’d make him watch so he can see what you look like when you’re turned on. I want him to see the expression on your face when you desire the person kissing you.”
“That’d drive him crazy.”
“And after you came, I’d smash his face in for looking at you while you were cumming on my fingers.”
“Serves him right.”
“Want me to call him over?”
“Fuck no,” you pant, “I want you to inside me. Now.”
“Slow down, Princess.”
“No, I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you.”
“Fine. Clean these off first.” He withdraws his hand and feeds it to you. You lap up your own tang so he’ll fill you with something you need, something much bigger than his knuckles.
He takes his hand away and pushes down on your shoulder. You follow his signal and sink to your knees facing him. “You want me?” You nod obediently. “Then I wanna see you pull it out with your teeth.”
Your lips part in surprise, cheeks heating as you glance around, making sure no one can see you.
“Come on, Princess, don’t be shy.”
You stand up as straight as you can on bended knee and nose at his shirt, trying to lift it out of the way of his jeans. Carefully, you bite down on the denim and tug so the loop unhooks from his top button. There’s a noticeable shift in the fabric. The navy threads relax and open up enough for you to have access to the metal zipper. Once again, you prod with your nose till you have enough exposure to bite down on the copper pull and tug south till the teeth separate and allow your desired package to spring forth.
His head is already bare and glistening, exposed to any onlooker who rounds the corner. Once again, your eyes dart around.
“Kiss it”
Your gaze flicks up to meet his deviant stare.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
You shake your head and proceed to press your lips to his mushroom tip. Ryomen pulls out his phone and begins recording you as you slowly take more and more of him in your mouth, bobbing back and forth along his staff. When you pull back, that tantalizing string of spit connecting your lips to him begs to be posted on social media. Ryo zooms in and catches your lips shining with drool. The photo is only of your chin and mouth, capturing no other defining features, but he captions the story “Drooling for me” before pocketing his phone.
Then he reaches down and tilts your head back so his thumb can trace your lower lip. “Stand up and face the shelves.” Eagerly, you obey, turning towards the stacks of books while Ryomen scoots your panties to the side. Then he sinks into your folds. Your eyes cross as he enters while suppressing a moan of satisfaction. There’s nothing quite like the feel of being stretched around him. Nothing.
“I needed this,” you whisper
“I know you did, baby. Let me take away your stress.”
You nod your head, allowing your mind to go blank while he slowly retreats before plunging back in. He keeps one hand poised on your hip, controlling you and keeping rhythm. With the other, he slides over your shirt, following the contours of your body before closing around your neck. Up on your tiptoes in your platform loafers, you try to accommodate his height, feeling yourself unravel with every stroke.
“Kuna, feels’good”
“Shh, quiet baby.”
He gains speed, rapidly building the pressure below your navel while you start to hyperventilate. Your gasps are loud and uncontrollable. You’re making too much noise for the quiet library, but he can’t slow down. He’s too close to his release, so he slaps his hand across your mouth, muffling your breath. Your body bounces off his thighs and crashes into the shelves, rocking them with the force of his thrusts till he loses his cadence, and you hear the satisfied groans that come from your walls spasming around his exploding head.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so good for me. Such a good fucking girl. Fuck, I’m so lucky. Fuck.”
He hisses as he pumps his cum into you before pulling out. In a wave of affection, he kisses your cheek and your temple, while pulling your underwear back to center. Then his arms bear hug you, holding you close against his stomach while showering you with praise.
You try to discreetly tuck him away since he’s too distracted by kissing you and making you giggle to cover himself.
“I love you so much. I can’t wait till this is over and we can be public again.”
“What we just did wasn’t public?”
“With any luck it was private.” he murmurs into your ear.
“One can only hope. If Toji gets wind of this, I don’t think he’ll leave me alone the rest of the week.”
“No, he won’t”
“Could you imagine how insufferable he’d be at the grocery store?”
“You’d have to give him a green polo and put him to work.”
You giggle at the prospect. “Well lets hope he doesn’t show up tomorrow, cause I might have to do just that.”
Monday, 4:00pm, Mini Mart
The double doors of the grocery store slide open while a tall and formidable man steps out into the afternoon air. Wasuke strides up to a town car, dressed in one of his usual fine tailored suits and gets in the back. As the car pulls away he removes his cell out from his pocket to make a call. The line rings exactly once before someone answers.
“Muta”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’m giving you the green light. Leave no stone unturned.”
Summary: The time has come for you to pick your groom. You'd better be strategic about this. Anything could happen while you attempt to worm your way out.
Art Credit: @innaillus
Word Count: 4.7k
Chapter 25 I Chapter 27
“Fine, Plan B it is.”
“Fuckin hell.” Ryo breathes on the other end of the line.
“Just remember how much I love you,” you whisper as you hang up and shove your phone into your backpack.
Toji, smiling with pride, hops out of the black town car and opens the door for you. Reluctantly, you slide in and take your seat, not bothering to acknowledge or thank him for his chivalry since this is essentially a kidnapping. Toji then slides in next to you and stretches his arm over your shoulders. You grimace while the action twists your stomach with nausea.
“Please stop. I don’t feel comfortable with you touching me.”
But he doesn’t stop. Why would he? Just another rule that he doesn’t believe he has to follow cause he’s born into some special family. “Just go along with everything and you’ll be okay,” he says with a squeeze.
“Oh, is that all?”
“Charity, stop acting like that. You were chosen to marry into one of the most influential families in the country. Most girls would kill for this.”
“Then maybe you should’ve picked up one of those girls.”
Toji’s hand reflexively grips you harder, and you suck in a breath. You can see from the corner of your eye how Toji bites his cheek, like he’s weighing his options. After prolonged silence, he finally speaks.
“I know I’ve fucked up in the past. But I meant what I said. No one compares to you, and from now forward, I’ll show you just how serious I am about us.”
Your heart races with fury, but you have nothing to say back to him. At least nothing you want to say while trapped alone in a car with the guy. Instead, the remainder of the ride is spent in silence till you pull up to your destination.
The car stops at what seems to be the entrance to some luxury compound. There's a wall bordering the road's sidewalk and a stone archway stretching over a paved entrance.
“We’re here.”
You peer out the window, taking in the rows of mansions all crammed together with a large extravagant garden in the front. It looks beautiful and isolated.
“Does your entire family live here?”
“Yes. We like to be close together. Well, more accurately, our parents like us to be close together. Some of us would enjoy leaving this place behind.” You look over at Toji discovering a new lens. From that one comment you realize that while he waives his family’s name and influence around like a banner, it seems he might actually resent them. Interesting.
“Come, let me guide you to my uncle's place. That’s where everyone is waiting.”
Your brows raise. “Everyone?”
“So you can truly have your pick.”
“Is that so? How considerate of them.” Toji smirks at your mocking tone before opening the door.
He steps out of the car and extends his hand to help you exit. As much as you don’t want to take it, you trip while trying to stand up and accidentally grab his arm anyway. You feel him tense at your touch while a blush creeps across his cheeks. As soon as you're steady on your own two feet, you pull back and gesture for him to lead the way.
He chooses to guide you through the vast garden at the front of the compound. The path is winding and follows a manufactured stream that twists and turns, pooling into various alcoves, each of which houses koi. Your eyes flick around the space, taking in the details of the carefully curated plants. He takes you all the way to the house at the center of the villa and slides open the side door where several men hold court.
You enter a dark living room, with many middle-aged and elderly men on one side and five younger men on the other. Sitting at a table in the center is a man with a long mustache. He’s the one who seems to be in charge, meaning this must be Naobito. Then your gaze returns to the five younger men at the front of the room. It’s not long till your eyes find Naoya.
“Ah, if it isn’t my bride, come to choose me as her husband.” Naoya greets you upon your entry. Immediately you recoil, subconsciously moving behind Toji.
"Don't you dare look at her.” Toji growls, knowing exactly what happened last time you were alone with the son of a bitch.
“I’ll look where I want.”
The men seem ready to swing at each other when Naobito pounds his fist into the table. “Enough”
Everyone in the room snaps to attention while Naobito extends his hand towards you. Obediently, you walk towards him, looking back to Toji for reassurance. He nods at you before joining Naoya and the others.
The entire setting has your hackles up. There is no safety here, so you’re not sure why you seek out Toji for comfort. It's just something in your gut is tugging at you, telling you that in this den of vipers, he’ll have your back. It’s a ridiculous notion. Toji is always out for himself. Which means in this room, you are truly alone.
“Now, as many of you know,” Naobito announces to the room, “we recently made arrangements with our corporate competition to acquire Astra Tech. It has been my great pleasure to pass on our new business to my youngest, Naoya.” Your nose scrunches at the reminder while everyone else murmurs with approval. “In that process, we also learned of the young woman standing next to me today. Many of you, I’m sure, recognize her from Calvary’s alumni newsletters. This is the woman who earned perfect marks on all of her entrance exams and continues to have a perfect GPA even in her third year.”
Not with any help from you lot. You think to yourself. They’ve done their best to throw a nuclear missile into your study time. But sure, brag about my accomplishments while actively sabotaging them.
“Recently, she has interacted with a few members of our family. They have all reported back to me and as the clan head, I have extended her the offer of choosing one of our own to wed.” It takes everything in you to keep your expression neutral while the rest of the men smile. Some even look at you with that same unnerving greed Naoya and Toji have. “Now I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t set her up with a pre-selected companion, but such an extraordinary woman deserves our grace.” Gee thanks. Naobito turns to you, his eyes sparkling, while the color drains from your face. “So, it is my pleasure to present to you, your marital options.” His hand waves along the line of his nephews and sons, presenting them as if you were choosing a brand new car.
Your eyes dart over to the line of men staring at you with untamed hunger. You want to shrink in on yourself. You feel like cattle for auction when in actuality, you’re the one choosing your future meal. Then, from behind the crowd of onlookers, another younger gentleman edges forward.
“I’d like to also offer myself up as a marriage selection.” Your eyes widen in disbelief. “No one told me she was gonna be this pretty. If I had known her ass looked like that in a skirt, I would’ve volunteered sooner.”
Toji’s jaw visibly tightens and his fists clench as his sides while Naoya laughs. “I tried to tell you, cousin. She’s delicious.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. This cannot be happening.
“Well? Who do you choose, dear?”
You look up again at the now, seven men before you. Most of them have wild, jet black hair similar to Toji’s. Their eyes are a blend of amber, brown, and obsidian. All of them look like trained soldiers, lean and buff, but none are near Toji’s stature. He seems to have been born different from the others, like he had a pact with the heavens.
Many of them call at you, promising you a life of luxury along with cringeworthy statements about how they'll satisfy you in bed. They're treating this as some joke, which is all the more reason to put a stop to it. You glance back at Naobito, who seems annoyed by his family's behavior but clearly expects an answer from you soon.
You look at their faces, two of which have harmed you in the past, but none of which feel safe. You start to assess them one by one, according to how hard it would be to overpower them in a fight. You internally laugh, unable to believe you’re actually here, making this kind of decision, using these kinds of criteria. It’s insane, absolutely incredulous. You don’t even know five of these men. They could be angels, or… they could be worse. Much worse. Maybe it’d be better to go with the enemy you know.
Fuck, I’m really about to say this. Your eyes pinch shut one more time before you open them and turn towards Naobito. With your fists balled at your sides you say the words that feel like acid in your mouth. “I pick Toji.”
You try hard to not look over at the line of men. You really don’t want to see their reactions, but, as if the gods know that’s your will, they pull your gaze over to Toji’s smug face that’s spit into a victorious grin. You look at him blankly as his eyes greedily drink you in, seemingly ready to devour you.
“But,” you announce as you lift your finger “only on the grounds that there is no sexual activity till our wedding night.”
“Why put off the inevitable?” Naoya taunts. “We know you’re not a virgin.”
You sneer at him, then turn back to Toji, whose murderous gaze leaves his cousin’s face and returns to you like a moon-eyed puppy. “Because there is a serious amount of trust to rebuild.”
“Then wouldn’t you rather choose a different groom? Perhaps one of my sons-”
“No, I’ve made my choice. I know Toji. I want him to be my fiancé.” Ugh, there's that acid taste again.
Naobito turns back to his nephew, “Toji, do you agree to her terms?”
Toji takes three strides forward and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips. “For you, my bride, I will agree to anything.”
He leans down and cups your face, pulling you into a kiss. It’s long, full of tongue, and you hate every part of it, but you don’t want to cause a scene in front of the entire clan. For all you know, your situation could turn from precarious to dire if you struggle against him. So, for now, you play along, allowing Toji’s lips to move with yours while you try to resist the urge to slam your knee into his balls.
“I can’t believe you’ll be my wife,” he breathes as he finally pulls back, his arms embracing you. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”
Hearing Toji call you by that title fills your throat with bile. Your insides drop at the idea, and all you want to do is crawl out of your own skin. Plan B better frickin work.
“Well,” Naobito announces, “now that we have our happy young couple, next week, after you two finish your final exams, we will be hosting an engagement party to honor the arrangement.”
Your orbs turn to saucers. “Next week?”
“Yes”
You’re starting to feel a little nervous about how much time you have to execute Plan B. At this rate you’ll need a Plan C.
Toji’s various family members form a line and approach you to shake your hand in congratulations. However, many of them pull you into hugs that last a little too long and have hands that wander a hair too far. Apparently, boundary issues plague the entire clan. None of them seems to know how to properly touch a woman.
Then your dejected suitors approach. Most of them look hauntingly undeterred. You step closer to Toji, and a chill rolls down your spine as you realize they still fully intend to have you. Based on their eyes, it will only be a matter of time and circumstance before you're cornered.
This terrifying revelation makes you very glad you chose the most possessive and strongest Zenin as your groom. Discreetly, you tug on Toji’s shirt. “I’d like to leave now.”
He takes one look at your nervous expression and folds. “Of course, Sweetcheeks.” Sweetcheeks? It’s been a long time since he’s called me that.
You’re about to turn to go when Naoya struts up. “Aww, leaving so soon? I was hoping to chat a little.”
“I know exactly what kind of chat you have in mind.” you bite out, still partially turned away.
“Don’t disrespect me, in front of my family, girl.” Naoya’s eyes glint dangerously, causing you to flinch.
“Naoya, back off.” Toji’s eyes practically glow with ferocity.
“Why? Afraid she’ll enjoy me more?” He steps towards you when Toji shoves him back.
“Lay one finger on her and I’ll break it.”
Naoya steps forward once more in defiance. His hand extends forward, tracing your jaw with his pointer finger, daring Toji to shove him again. You stand your ground, lifting your chin while his cold digit hooks beneath it. “Such a beauty,” he muses while you drag heavy breaths through your nostrils, trying to maintain your composure. “My door is always open if you-” snap
There's a howl of pain while large hands grab you and lift your body off the floor. Your head whips around to see Naoya cradling his hand while Toji carries you in his arms. Your hands grip his shoulders while you peer behind him at the chaos unfolding.
“We’re leaving,” he states plainly, yet there’s a dangerous edge to his voice that leaves no room for questions.
A few of the men in the room chuckle while Toji’s heavy boots cut across the room. His strides out the door and into the garden are long and quick. To Toji, he finally got his prize, and no one is messing with her. He knows the kind of men he grew up with. He knows exactly what they want to do. And he’ll break every one of their bones if they try.
Toji’s grip tightens with each passing thought, yet as soon as you’re out in the fresh air, you kick your feet and demand to be put down. He pauses for a moment, resisting the command, but relents and sets you on your loafers. You look up at him, furious and breathing heavily, before you calm down.
After several moments, you finally manage the words, “Thank you.” It’s hard to say that phrase to him, but in this instance, it feels deserved. “I appreciate that you defended me and that you got me out of an uncomfortable situation, even if you are the reason I was in it to begin with.”
Toji’s eyes bore into yours, “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Aside from yourself.”
He catches your wrist and pulls you close. “I’m going to make this work, Charity. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
You swallow nervously, wishing in your soul Ryomen was here right now. Just remember what he taught you. If Toji tries anything funny, you can bring him down. Toji’s grip shifts to your hand, lacing his fingers with yous. Then he pulls you through the garden to the car still waiting at the front. After he yanks open the door and ushers you inside, he quickly crawls in himself.
“Drive.”
He commands the chauffeur, while his eyes continue to roam over you. His gaze always contains an edge of hunger; however, there’s something of concern lingering in his irises, too. It’s curious to you how this man can behave so protective at times and destructive at others.
“Toji,”
“Yes?”
“Do you care for me?”
“Of course I care for you.” he responds, annoyed. “How is that even a question?”
“Because,” you look to your lap and then back up to his eyes, “you were told to drive me away from Ryomen. You even broke us up for a night, but then after that, you spent most of your efforts hurting or scaring me. If you liked me, why didn’t you ever try being nice?”
He looks at you stunned, like he’d never thought about the alternative. “Would that have made a difference?”
“There were a few moments when it would have. But maybe not.” you conceded. “I genuinely love Ryomen. However, when it comes to this engagement… well, it’s possible I wouldn’t have resisted so much… or been as terrified.”
“Are you? terrified?”
“Very much.” you whisper. “And,” you say, gaining your volume back, “I hate your family.”
“Me too.”
“Psh, yeah, right. You gloat about being a Zenin every time we talk.”
“They’re horrible.” you look at him stunned. “The only thing they care about is power. They’ll do anything to amass it. Even if it means hurting each other.”
“So why do you choose to act like them?”
“I don’t know how else to be.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“It’s the truth.”
You stare at him thoughtfully. “Is that why you protected me from them?”
“Yes. I don’t want them ruining you. You’re perfect. I knew they’d love you but now I regret ever letting them meet you.”
“Why did you give them my address?”
“I didn’t. My uncle got it from Wasuke Sukuna. I was furious when I found out Naoya had it.”
Your lips purse at that kernel of knowledge, but Toji’s being talkative, so you keep pushing for information. “You and Naoya, what’s your deal with him?”
“He touched you.”
“Yeah but there’s more to it. Isn’t there?”
Toji breathes heavily through his nose. “He tried to do to you what he does to lots of girls. He enjoys hurting women. According to him, it helps him... finish. ‘The less consent, the better.’" Toji says this like he hasn't done the same to you. His distaste gets your wheels turning. You know for a fact Naoya is a repeat offender, but Toji's generally liked around school, especially by the girls. If he behaved like Naoya, the entire campus would know. Girls talk after all. Meaning he's probably never resorted to force.. ...Cause he's probably never been rejected before. Shit, then you came along and became the one girl he couldn't have. Hence why you're his obsession and consequently, his victim... and the man's too delulu to see it.
Missing the bulk of Toji's explanation, when you check back into the conversation, you hear, "Plus he’s Naobito’s favorite son. Meaning one day that scum bag will be clan leader.”
Your body grows stiff, “And what happens to me when he does.”
“We leave.”
Your eyes focus on Toji like you’re reading a textbook in Latin. You can make out most of the words, but it’s still difficult to decipher. As inexcusable and unforgivable as his behavior is, you’re starting to understand him. Is it possible that one day he’ll find a girl and actually be a good partner to her? Maybe. Perhaps, and you can't believe you're thinking this, but perhaps there’s hope for him after all. You know, after some serious therapy.
Wednesday, 3:30pm, Calvary Alumni Center
“That girl who brought me here, tell me about her.” Wasuke takes a seat in Dr. Kemp’s office, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
“Oh, Christy! Isn’t she the cutest thing? She’s a wonderful girl. The best student we’ve ever had working the desk. Great attendance, is quick with her work, and the donors absolutely adore her." Then Dr. Kemp leans over his desk like he's about to share a secret. "You know, every department fights tooth and nail to nab her for their work-study assignments, but I’ve won her hours three years straight." He nods with pride. "Have you heard of her recent engagement to the Zenins? Not to take too much credit, but I've been trying to get those lovebirds together all semester.”
Wasuke chuckles, “Seeing as she’s currently dating my son, I’d say I don’t hold too much hope for the Zenin engagement.”
Dr. Kemp begins to stammer, completely forgetting who he's talking to. “I didn’t mean any disrespect by it, sir. I’m sure your son is a wonderful match for our dear Christy.”
“No need to apologize, Dr. Kemp." Mr. Sukuna raises his hand, "You have not offended me in the slightest. I’m simply here to find out what kind of woman is dating my son. If you can provide that, I’m open to negotiating with you.”
“What kind of deal did you have in mind?”
“That depends on your answers to my questions.”
The car pulls up to the frat house once you’re back in the campus area, and comes to a complete stop in the driveway.
“Why are we stopping here?”
“Because I live here.” Toji looks at you like you're the silliest thing as he scootches out of the backseat.
“Well yeah, I know that.” you say still slightly lost, “I guess I just thought you’d drop me off first.”
“Babe, what’re you talking about? We're spending the night here.” His expression makes it seem like the answer is obvious.
“We?”
“Of course. We’re engaged now.”
“No, Toji. I’m not doing that!” you reject from the car. “Being engaged doesn’t change anything. You’re supposed to be rebuilding trust, not demanding I sleep in your bed on the first night!”
“I just broke my cousin’s finger for you, Sweetcheeks. Doesn’t that count as building trust? I saved you tonight. You turned to me for safety and I provided it. Now suddenly we’re back at square one?”
“Maybe compared to your shitty family, I trust you, but that doesn’t mean I trust you enough to let you into my apartment building, or be affectionate around campus, and definitely not enough to sleep together.”
Toji reaches in and pulls you out of the car’s back seat. “Come here. You’re being unreasonable.” He manages to pull you out and closes the door, signaling the driver to return to the compound. You yank your arm from his grasp and shout at him.
“Toji! Stop!”
“Just come inside. Let’s at least share the news of our upcoming nuptials.”
“No!”
“What’s your problem?! Worried about seeing Sukuna’s face or something?!”
Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes but you won’t let them fall. Just when you think he might actually care. Maybe even thought he had a shot at redemption. But all over again, he reminds you why you hate him.
“That’s what you really want, isn’t it! You don’t actually care, you just wanna show Ryomen that you win.”
“Of course I do! Is that so bad?!”
“I'm tired of being your fucking pawn. Go to hell, Toji!” You turn to storm off, but he grabs you again, pulling you back. Just as your hand lunges for him, ready to inflict pain, the kitchen door slams open.
“The fuck is going on out here?!”
Geto’s broad shoulders fill the doorframe before his towering form descends the steps and enters the driveway where you and Toji are squabbling.
“It’s just a spat between lovers. Nothing to worry about.” Toji lies easily.
Geto surveys your face, his expression stern. “You okay, Charity?”
“I want to go home.” you say, your eyes never leaving Toji’s face.
“Not until we share our happy news.” He tugs your hand but you dig your heels into the asphalt, while Geto scoffs.
“Give it a rest, Toji. Sukuna’s not even here.”
“Where is he?” He asks Geto accusingly.
“How would I know? Probably out drinking. His girlfriend did just get engaged to someone else tonight. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to stay home either.” The two men stare at each other as if having a silent conversation. “Go on and take your fiancé home like she asked.”
Geto's about to leave when a sweep of anger takes over him. He turns back to Toji, his energy shifting. “You know what, Toji, just so we’re clear, you broke the code. She was off limits, and you went for her anyway. Now you wanna come here and brag? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“It was an arranged marriage. Something routine in my family.”
“You know, just cause you’re in some important family, doesn’t mean you get to treat people like dirt.” Geto continues, “Maybe we can’t kick you out, but that doesn't mean we still consider you a brother. Those men in there, they don’t have your back anymore. You’ve become an outsider to them. Flaunt her all you want, it only proves them right.”
You look between the two men, Geto angry and Toji with something that looks like hurt.
Then Geto turns back to you, “C’mon Charity, I’ll take you home.”
You nod and step towards him, giving Toji one last glance. His face is divided into many emotions, none of them happy. Yet you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Geto reaches out his arm and guides you over to his car. As you approach, you realize the fucker has a flipping Rolls-Royce! He opens the dark green car door on the passenger side, while you slip into the leather seat. Once he gets in the driver's side, he turns the ignition over and revs it before peeling out.
For a minute, nothing but the hum of the engine fills the silence while you process today's events. Your thoughts race in circles till Geto’s deep voice cuts in.
“I’m really sorry, Charity.”
You laugh dryly. “Sorry about what?”
“All of it. Sukuna filled me in. You don’t deserve what’s happening to you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate your sympathy but I’m not giving up. It’s not over till I say it is.”
Geto gives you a proud smile. “Good. I’m glad the big bad wolves of our city haven’t taken down our little charity case.”
“Never. I’m too stubborn for that.”
“I'm glad to hear it.”
The car pulls up to the front of your building and comes to a stop. Geto shifts into park and gets out. He opens your door and helps you up before pulling you into a comforting hug. “The frat’s here if you need us.” You give him a squeeze in response. “Also, I lied before. Sukuna’s waiting for you upstairs. Has been all evening.”
Your blood warms at the news. “Thank you, Geto.” You pull back and give him a genuine smile. “I never really thought I’d ever consider you a friend but maybe some day I will.”
Geto's bark of a laugh cracks through the night air. “I don’t know if I should feel complemented of wounded.” You smile back at him mischievously. “I’ll choose to believe it was a compliment. Good night, Charity.”
“Good night, Geto.”
You pull out your key card and scan it to enter the building while hearing the roar of Geto’s car drive off behind you. You stride through two sets of double doors before approaching your favorite security guard at the front desk.
“Hi Seth!”
“Hey miss!”
“Hey, umm, I just want to double check, Toji Zenin is still not allowed on the property. Correct?”
“Of course ma’am. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just worried someone may have placed a bribe wishing otherwise.”
Seth chuckles, “No ma’am. We are following your’s and Mr. Sukuna’s wishes. Speaking of, I saw him come in earlier.”
You smile warmly, “Yes, I know.” You make to leave but stay for one last comment. “And Seth?”
“Yes?”
“Could you be discreet about Ryomen’s relationship with me for a little while? I don’t want my fiancé or his family knowing I’m still seeing him.”
“Your fiancé? I beg your pardon, but since when are you engaged?!”
“Since an hour ago.”
“Wait, what? May I ask to whom?”
Your face darkens. “To Toji.”
“Wait, what?!”
“It’s a long story, but needless to say, this wedding is not happening. The only man I intend to marry has bubblegum pink hair.” Seth laughs but clearly wants more details; however, you’re not ready to give them over yet. "I'll tell you more another time. For now, keep Ryomen between us."
“You can count on me, miss," he says with a wink.
“I appreciate it, Seth.”
Keys jingle in the lock before you open your door to the smell of pasta and Ryomen in an apron. You lunge forward and he hugs you tightly for a long time, letting his soothing pulse calm your nerves. His touch finally brings you back to center after the insane evening you’ve just had. Your fingers fist his tank while his hands dig into the work clothes still on your back.
When he pulls away, he searches your face, hesitant to say the question no boyfriend should have to ask.
“So… who’s your fiancé?”
“I went with the enemy I know best.”
“Toji.”
“Yeah.” Silence hangs in the air like a wet blanket. “I’m so sorry, Ryo.”
“No need to apologize.”
“I-” You try to muster the strength to say the next words. “I think it’s best to hide our relationship till we get this resolved.” Ryomen twitches in your embrace. “I just think it’ll be easier if the Zenins think I’m compliant.”
“I can’t deny the validity of that logic. It just-” he swallows, trying to admit the words. “makes me a little insecure.”
“We’re not breaking up. I’d never.”
“But to the world, it will seem like you’re Toji’s.”
“I still belong to you.” Your hand strokes his bicep.
“This is torture.” he whispers.
“It is.” You rest your head against Ryomen’s chest. “Can we please still spend tonight together?”
“Won’t Toji figure it out?”
“Geto threw off the scent. Besides, I need you here, holding me, assuring me our plan will work.”
“Of course, Princess. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you,” you whisper into his shirt, not ready to let him go.
