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꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth
꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312
Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you.
Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.
As fast as he fucking could.
Were you scared? Were you in pain?
Of course you were in pain.
And he wasn't there.
His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.
It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care.
Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.
You were in pain. You were having his baby.
What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.
Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.
The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.
His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.
And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.
Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.
But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.
"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks.
"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.
"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light.
"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle.
"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet.
Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.
"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know"
Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"
In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises.
His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you.
"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it.
Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet.
❝ what's worse than one idiot in love? two idiots in love. this poor friend group has had to suffer through their inability to communicate enough, but maybe this summer retreat is the perfect opportunity to finally confess some not so secret feelings❞
pairing friend!choso x f!reader
wc 10.9k
content mdni, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, mutual pining, multiple characters (gojo, sukuna, geto, shoko, nobara, yuuji, megumi), choso is down bad and everyone knows it, idiots in love, summer fun, jealousy, hidden feelings (from a few people mm...), love confessions, dry humping, soft dom choso, body worship, fingering, praise kink, handjob, oral (m receiving), piv sex, cuming inside, pet names (baby), aftercare, alcohol, crushes, minor injuries, friend group dynamics, soft intimacy
a/n this is a rework of an oldddd fic of mine, updated in my current writing style <3 i hope you enjoy! the choso art is by @torucider
The salty summer breeze was the first thing you noticed when your eyes started to blink awake.
It wasn't like the smell of the city, no, it was fresh and gentle, filling up your lungs with the promise of heat, fun, and sun ahead of this much anticipated holiday. Your arms stretched far above your head, and a long sigh escaped your lips as you felt every muscle loosen up atop this unfamiliar bed.
Slowly. Everything moved slowly.
Considering your hectic city life, slow felt good. Maybe this getaway really was a good idea, and you made a mental note to express your gratitude to Shoko for suggesting it and practically forcing you into saying yes.
She was right – this was exactly what you needed. The trip had barely started but you were already sold. All you needed was some quality time away with your best friends.
Doctors really did know best.
But among the chirping birds and the distant crashing waves, another noise caught your attention. More… human this time. A laugh you'd recognise anywhere.
It seemed your peaceful morning wouldn't last very long.
You turned to look at your phone with a groan, the screen shining a bright "7am" right in your face.
It was way too early.
But when did that ever stop Satoru Gojo?
You tried to ignore the noise for as long as you could, but eventually your interest was peeked by the commotion. It's not like you could avoid the group you chose to come on this vacation with forever, after all.
So you opened your door, leading straight to the open patio of the villa you and your friends had rented for a quiet summer getaway. Maybe it was your fault for ever believing that was a real possibility.
You were promised cocktails by the pool, sunbathing on the grass, and wholesome bonfire nights. Knowing this group, you had expected a little bit of chaos, sure – but why the hell was Gojo grinning like a maniac, with a water gun pointed directly at a drenched, and, not at all amused Sukuna at 7 in the fucking morning?!
“You have 3 seconds...” the pink haired one murmured under his breath, his voice a promise of a million ways he could and would kill Satoru.
You wondered how long Gojo had even been planted outside the other man's door to perform this ambush, considering Sukuna had barely stepped outside of his room before being attacked. From Gojo's wide smile, he was clearly pleased with how the plan went.
"One…" he started counting, but Satoru didn't move. Considering even this far away Sukuna made your blood run cold, you did respect Satoru for standing his ground.
"Two…" Sukuna snarled, and, to his dismay, was met with another splash right on his already soaked face.
He wouldn't bother counting to three.
Your white haired best friend ran backwards as fast as he could, still facing Sukuna to continue his unrelenting water gun assault. A loud "Worth it!" escaped his lips, but the sound was cut off half way when Sukuna began his chase.
Unlucky for him, it seemed it was all a trap – Suguru was already joining in the fray, jumping in from behind one of the deck chairs.
Well… it was nice to know them.
“Can we not start the day with murder...” groaned a voice coming from the door next to yours, and your brain immediately forgot about the war raging on a few feet away.
Choso stood there. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, torso in full display with nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low from his hips. It was rude to stare, but… come on, it was impossible not to.
I mean, looking like that should be illegal.
Choso's muscles were curved in all the right places, perfectly toned from his shoulder's to his abs and everywhere in between. Damn the universe for making your crush be this ridiculously hot – at least if he wasn't you'd have some hope of getting over it.
You had had a crush on Choso ever since his little brother Yuuji introduced him to the friend group. It was love at first sight, or, well, lust at first sight. The love thing came later. Not that you'd ever admit it to yourself or anyone else, of course.
Even though you went to bed thinking of him most nights, and could barely stand in his proximity without feeling the heat pooling around your cheeks. You kept telling yourself he was just a man, just attractive, you had crushed before and everything turned out fine. It just took time, but you could get over it.
I mean, remember how you had a crush on Gojo when you had just met? Looking at the idiot being tackled by Sukuna now, you could barely remember what that even felt like.
It would be fine. There was still hope.
But then Choso turned to you – his posture immediately straightened, and you could have sworn you saw the tips of his ears turn pink.
“Oh...morning” he said, smiling softly at you.
Damn that stupid smile.
You opened your mouth to reply, but another mess of pink hair suddenly peeked out from over his shoulder, way too excited for this hour. “Water gun fight?!” Yuuji yelled, running back into the room to find his own weapon.
Choso stepped out of the way with a sigh, watching his little brother run into the grass to join in Gojo's and Geto's bullying of Sukuna. You half expected him to join in just to protect him, but… he didn't.
He just stayed right there, dark eyes shifting from your face, to the floor, then back to your face. He almost seemed nervous, or maybe you were reading too much into it.
“Did you sleep well? I hope they didn’t wake you” he asked finally, that deep voice that made your knees weak.
You just nodded and smiled gratefully, always struggling to find words around him. It was really sweet of him to ask. But it didn't mean anything, Choso was sweet, everyone knew that, it's not like you were special or anything. He looked back at you with those careful eyes you loved so much, his mouth opening up to say something when–
He immediately got splashed with water.
“They made me” said a very guilty Megumi, on the other end of a water gun that was still pointing at Choso.
You brought a hand to your mouth to stifle a laugh at Choso's surprised expression, trying to keep your eyes from the way the water dragged along his muscles and dripped on the floor.
“Come on bro!” yelled Yuuji, still running along the grass. “Revenge!”
Choso let out a small chuckle that definitely said it’s too damn early for this, but went inside to find his water gun anyway. Just like you expected – he'd always rush to his little brothers side.
You actually really liked that about him.
So you stood by your door, taking in the scene as it evolved in front of you.
Sukuna had now seized Gojo’s weapon and split it in half, turning his attention to Suguru, who was running to refill his ammo with the water from the pool. From the way Satoru looked pleased, you guessed he was definitely hiding a spare water gun somewhere.
Yuuji and Megumi were running circles around the pool and trying to splash each other, the dark haired one definitely more invested than he let on. You watched Choso run to his brother's defense, aiming perfectly at the other one's back, before Yuuji betrayed him and splashed his neat twintails.
But Choso didn't mind, laughing along with it.
It's just a crush, you repeated to yourself like a mantra. Be cool.
Finally, you spotted the girls. They watched the scene from the bean bags on the other side of the grass, Shoko smiling with a cigarette already dangling from her lips, and Nobara wildly waving in your direction.
You couldn't help your smile at the way the morning had unfolded.
The sun was shining bright above your perfect little circle of chaos, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Idiots, all of them” Nobara groaned as you sat down on the bright green bean bag next to hers. She had a hat on to protect from the sun, and the most stylish pajama set you think you had ever seen.“Who has that much energy at this hour?!”
"It's better for them to let it out early" Shoko hummed, blowing smoke into the breeze.
"I haven't even had coffee yet" Nobara complained, throwing her had back and covering it with the hat.
"I think it's kinda cute" you said, watching as they all ran around.
"Yeah, yeah" Nobara mocked. "We all know who you think is cute"
"What are you–"
Before you could complete the question, a jet of water hit you square across the face, splashing everywhere from your chest to the girls sitting next to you.
“What the hell?!" you groaned, casting a very mean stare at the white haired menace in front of you. Of course it would be him.
“Oops” Gojo hummed, a litte guilty. As expected, a fresh water gun was already in hand. “I missed?”
“Who exactly were you trying to hit?” you growled at your best friend, motioned to the others still splashing each other on the other side of the patio. If this was his attempt at getting you to join in the fun, it wasn't working.
The girls stared at him too, soaked and annoyed, but suddenly Nobara's eyes widened and she passed you her hat, motioning to cover your chest with it. Only then had you noticed.
For fucks sake. You were wearing white.
“You pervert!” you yelled, throwing a sandal at your best friend, though he caught it with ease.
“Just a happy coincidence, princess!” Gojo retorted, ducking from the sandals Nobara and Shoko threw his way too. "Ow! I'm sorry! I'll give you my shirt, here, I'm not even looking–"
The commotion easily caught everyone else's attention.
“I swear to God, Satoru–” you growled, but as he promised, Satoru had already thrown his soaking shirt for you to shield yourself with, a chorus of apologies still leaving his lips. "I really didn't realise–"
“What’s going on?” Choso cut in. Water dripped from his dark strands, and his breathing was a little heavily from rushing over so fast. But he suddenly stopped, dark eyes immediately narrowing at Satoru's half naked body standing over your group, and his wet dark shirt clinging on to your body.
His eyebrow twitched slightly and his jaw clenched, but he still looked at you with kindness. “Are you ok?” he asked you directly, completely ignoring everything else.
Nobara pointed at Gojo, whose mouth fell open in a silent gasp. “Satoru was being a pervert” she deadpanned, as Shoko nodded solemnly.
“I said I’m sorry!” Satoru yelled, putting both his hands up in surrender. "We all make mistakes!"
“You’re an idiot” Choso rolled his eyes at his friend, holding out his hand to help you stand up.
“And you’re too obvious” Gojo retorted with a wink, running off before he could catch the way Choso snarled at his comment.
But whatever grimace Choso threw in Gojo's direction, it was all gone when you accepted his hand. Suddenly, his focus was completely locked on you.
"I'm ok" you smiled, the touch lingering for a little longer than necessary. “Needed to get changed anyway”
Physically, your body was going through your luggage, looking for something to change into, but your mind was gone – the butterflies still danced in your stomach, reminding you of how quickly Choso had come to your rescue just now. At the way his hand fit so perfectly around yours. And God he looked so good in those–
“Am I interrupting your spiral?” Nobara clapped her hands to get your attention. You had completely forgotten her and Shoko had come in after you. “Are you gonna answer the question or not?”
You pursed your lips, exploring your memories but coming out empty handed. “Sorry, what was the question?” you asked awkwardly.
"We lost her" Shoko sighed.
“I swear to God...” Nobara exhaled, standing up to join you by the suitcase. She looked over the mess with a hand on her hip and another under her chin, analyzing the options like this was extremely important. Finally, she seemed to have made her choice, raising a swimming costume up near your head.
"If you want impress him, this one”
You blinked up at her, opening your mouth to ask who, but everything about the way she glared at you screamed don't play dumb with me.
So you snapped the swimwear from her hands, throwing yourself on the bed next to Shoko. “What was your question?” you sighed, staring at the ceiling so your friends couldn't read the embarrassment in your face.
“I asked if you’ve fucked him yet” she declared, matter of fact.
“Nobara! No!” you sat up so fast the blood rushed to your head, putting your hands forward to motion her to be quiet. But the other two just stared at you, waiting. “He’s not like that" you completed with a surrendering exhale.
"You guys are not together?" Shoko raised an eyebrow.
You just shook your head side to side, biting the inside of your cheek. "We haven’t even kissed" you admitted.
The two gasped at this very unexpected new information.
“You’re joking” Nobara crossed her arms. “He looks at you like you’ve been married for decades already”
“Well, he hasn’t said anything to me and I...I don’t know!" you stood up, pacing across the room, finally able to get these feelings off your chest. "What if we’re wrong and he doesn’t even like me?"
“Don’t be an idiot. Everyone knows" Nobara huffed out.
"You’re the only one who’s questioning it” Shoko agreed.
That made you stop pacing.
“Everyone?” you asked.
“Everyone” Nobara repeated. “It’s disgusting”
That at least got a laugh out of you. “Thanks” you murmured, looking down at your hands. You didn't even know if this realisation made you feel happy or anxious – the stakes were just too high.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever” Nobara waved it off, walking towards the door. “But seriously, that one” she completed, pointing at the swimming costume in your hand.
It was a little more… bold than you would normally wear, but hey – maybe it was about time you took your friends advice. They were the ones witnessing you fall apart over this crush for years already anyway.
Maybe it was time to be a little more bold.
You stepped out of your room a few minutes later. Hair fixed with a pair of sunglasses on top, and the swimming costume Nobara had chosen expertly hugging your figure.
Every head snapped to you as you walked towards the group.
Nobara looked proud. Shoko nodded in encouragement. Satoru let out a wolf whistle, and Choso… looked very much not ok.
In fact, he looked like something had short circuited in his brain.
“She broke him” Gojo whispered, earning a laugh from Suguru next to him.
“Pathetic” Sukuna just rolled his eyes.
“Over here!” Nobara waved with a wicked smile of approval.
Most of the group seemed to be half asleep already, all sunbathing by the pool after a busy morning with all the running around and death threats. You could swear Yuuji was snoring softly, distracting Megumi from his book every few seconds, who looked over at him with an annoyed sigh every time.
"Nice of you to join us" Satoru grinned, moving over to the side to open up space for you.
Right next to Choso.
Had the girls been right about everyone knowing?
"You all look half asleep" you rolled your eyes, sitting next to the dark haired man, but trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. If they all knew…
Did Choso know too?
Did he think you were an idiot?
"We're recharging" Suguru nodded, that casual smile of his.
"Tch. Weak" Sukuna muttered from the side, resting his hand on two bent elbows as he relaxed on the grass.
"You were asleep ten minutes ago" Suguru retorted.
"I wasn't" he growled. He probably was. "The only one asleep is Itadori"
That seemed to wake him up like a spell. "I'm awake!" he said, standing up so fast Megumi almost dropped his book on the pool. "Is it time for another water gun fight?" he asked eagerly.
"I don't have any more guns left" Satoru pouted, while Sukuna opened an evil grin.
Yuuji started listing off different games you could all play, and little by little, everyone seemed to regain the energy. Gojo barely let the man speak, cutting in every half second to offer his own suggestions or agree excitedly with what he was already proposing.
Everyone was joining in the conversation, apart from… you and Choso. Who looked at you like he definitely wanted to say something, but wasn't quite sure on how.
"You look beautiful” he said finally, when your eyes happened to meet. You didn't even mean to, but it seemed neither of you could keep avoiding this dance for too long. “That’s a great colour on you” he completed, cheeks growing an adorable shade of red.
You hoped he couldn't see in your face the way your heart was leaping out of your chest.
“Thank you, Choso” you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek.
“So it’s settled!” Gojo snapped your attention back to the group, clapping his hands dramatically. “The first game is chicken fight – the winning team gets control over the speaker for a full 2 hours!”
Shoko and Suguru immediately exchanged a conspiratorial nod. Megumi let out an exasperated sigh, but didn't argue. Nobara rolled her eyes and asked if Gojo was thirteen. Yuuji fist bumped the air, excited like a golden retriever, and Sukuna seemed too enticed by the reward to object.
Choso, in a moment of courage, turned to you, swallowing hard. “Do you want to–”
“You’re with me, princess!” Gojo scooped you up before Choso could finish his sentence. “Let's talk strategy!”
The sun shone bright up above where the four teams met in the middle of the swimming pool, ready for the first brawl.
Nobara announced there was no way in hell she was getting on anyone’s shoulders, so she lunged in the shade as the self appointed referee. "Remember, no fowl play" she instructed. "Did you hear that, Sukuna?"
The pink haired man only rolled his eyes, the only indicator that he was listening.
Team number one was you and Gojo: Team The Honoured Ones. You sat tall on his shoulders, as Satoru held you down with firm hands on your thighs, pretending not to notice the way Choso looked murderously at him.
Team number two was Yuuji and Megumi – the latter looking like he'd rather be anyone else. Their team name was Black Flash, which Megumi only agreed to so Yuuji would stop talking.
Team number three was Shoko and Suguru, who looked far too ready for this. Shoko barely waved where she sat atop Suguru's shoulders, the two the very image of serene confidence. Their team name was Uzumaki, suggested by Suguru.
Team number four was Choso and Sukuna: The Cursed Duo. After a long argument, Choso relented and agreed to sit on Sukuna’s shoulders. He had a bit of a pout on his face, you suspected because Yuuji had gone straight to Megumi, but when he saw you – it changed into a smile.
You were halfway through waving at him before Satoru tapped your thigh incessantly. "Focus, princess" he complained. "You're on my team"
If only you weren't resting atop his shoulders, you would have noticed a little pout in Satoru's handsome face. It wasn't like him to be this possessive over you, but it's not like you weren't used to his taunting and teasing.
"I was just assessing the competition" you quickly recovered yourself. "Who are we going for first?"
Satoru hummed underneath you, pondering the question. "I doubt Choso will go against Yuuji, so I can only assume they'll come for us or Suguru" he started, like a professional tactician. "I say we go for Yuuji and Megumin to avoid Sukuna and your boyfriend"
"My wha–"
"I don't trust Suguru and Shoko, look at them" he immediately cut in, bringing your attention to the other two, still calmly waiting for the brawl too start, not even exchanging a word, like they could speak telepathically. "They're too calm" Satoru squinted, suspicion all over his voice.
"You're right" you hummed, started to feel a little nervous. "But what if they come for us?"
"True" Satoru sighed. "We should be ready for anything"
You nodded, swallowing thickly as you prepared mentally.
"Ready?" Nobara yelled from her reclining chair, laying back to enjoy the sun. "Go!"
The word had barely left her lips before Sukuna was lunging towards Satoru. Clearly someone still wanted to take revenge on the water gun attack from earlier.
And to your complete dismay, Team Uzumaki was quickly moving towards you too.
"Satoru!" you yelled, but his hands were strong where he held you down.
"Fight, princess!" he urged, and the sound of someone sinking was enough to snap your attention back to the game.
Team Black Flash hadn't survived the first charge, with Megumi collapsing from on top of Yuuji before they had barely moved an inch.
At least that left you with only two other teams to worry about. But Yuuji sinking had caught Choso's attention, distracting him.
This was a perfect opportunity.
But before you could extend your hands to try a shy push at Choso's shoulders, Suguru had already reached your team.
"You're getting slow, Satoru" he taunted, Shoko immediately grabbing you by the shoulder's with a non chalant "sorry".
You managed to interlock your hands with hers, the two of you laughing and not trying all that hard to push the other off. Suddenly, though, your body sank deeper, and Shoko's face twisted in surprise as she plummeted off Suguru.
"Fault!" Nobara yelled. "You're not supposed to kick the opposing teams, Satoru"
"That was never a rule!" he yelled, as Suguru and Shoko emerged, scowling at their white haired friend and his cheese eating grin.
Following a quick discussion where Sukuna agreed brute force from the base players should be allowed, Team The Honoured Ones were named the victors of the first round.
Naturally, Shoko and Suguru decided they'd rather have a smoke in the sun instead, and withdrew from the competition, calling fowl play.
"They're just bad losers" Satoru sighed, already helping you up on his shoulders again.
This meant there were only three teams standing this time.
Megumi and Yuuji had decided to switch positions, with Yuuji now standing proud on poor Megumi's shoulders. You and Gojo exchanged a glance, knowing very well what this meant – Sukuna and Choso were definitely coming towards you first.
"Ready!" Nobara called again. "Go!"
As expected, Sukuna and Choso rushed towards you – and Satoru rushed towards them.
“You’re going down!” Gojo yelled at the other team, wide smile all over his face.
“Try it” Sukuna retorted with an evil grin.
While you and Choso looked very much terrified on top of the other two.
Your hands snapped forwards, trying to reach for your crush even while your whole body felt as if electrocuted from the sheer anticipation of being that close to him.
The fact that Satoru kept waving you around frantically didn't help – every time you thought you had an opening, you were somehow swerved in the other direction.
What the hell were he and Sukuna doing down there?!
You finally managed to reach your hands towards Choso, but he blocked your attack with a loud "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? I–"
“You have to push her” Sukuna growled from beneath him, clearly growing angrier and angrier at his teammates inability to harm you.
But just as he opened his mouth to complain again, his pink head disappeared into the water, taking your crush with him.
And thus, Team Cursed Duo was defeated.
"No complaining, Sukuna" Nobara clicked her tongue as the latter reemerged and immediately went for Gojo's throat. "You're the one who agreed to it"
The three teams regrouped for the third and final round.
The rules were clear this time: any attacks coming from the base players would result in immediate disqualification, and bluetooth speaker rights would be revoked for the time being. It seemed his defeat had changed Sukuna's mind fairly quickly.
"Don't worry, we got this" Satoru reassured from under you, and you offered another proud nod.
Your heart still beat fast from last brawl, and more so from how close you and Choso had been.
It was ridiculous, you felt ridiculous – but somehow, you thought you might not be the only one.
Because Choso himself seemed very preoccupied with looking anywhere else but at you, his gaze firmly fixed on the water and the sky and his brother like the whole world was far too interesting.
You tried to catch his gaze, give him a thumbs up that indicated he didn't hurt you, but every time you happened to catch his eyes he averted them straight away. And you could swear the tips of his ears were turning pink.
"Choso is acting weird" you said to Satoru, keeping your voice low.
You noticed the mess of white hair move from between your thighs, before he let out a low chuckle. "Someone's jealous" he hummed, amused.
"Jealous?" you questioned, tilting your head. It was true Choso didn't have his usual calm expression, and his arms were firmly crossed over his middle while Sukuna tried to argue some strategy. His jaw was locked tight, face turning into a tiny grimace.
It was adorable how he seemed to have no control over his facial expressions.
But…jealous?
"Of what?" you asked again, and you heard Satoru scoff.
"I'm pretty handsome, you know" you could feel him roll his eyes without even having to see it.
"Sure, but" you retorted. "Why would he be jealous of you? We're friends"
To your surprise, Satoru didn't argue again. You expected a tease, for him to say something along the lines of you're not my type anyway. But… it didn't come. If anything, you could have sworn you heard him sigh.
"Of course" he agreed, a few seconds too late. "Now focus, princess"
Nobara was already raising a hand, and motioning the beginning of the third brawl.
Team Black Flash were steadier this time, completely ignoring you and heading to Team Cursed Duo instead. "Come on bro, show me what you got!” Yuuji yelled, putting his hands up to reach for his brother.
Choso's hands locked with his as he tilted his body to the side. He was trying his hardest to not hurt Yuuji, of course, but the pressure was too much for poor Megumi to handle, and he ended up sinking after putting up a fair fight. Later, everyone agreed it was a honourable defeat.
"Yuuji? You ok?" while Choso was distracted by scanning the water for his brother, Team Honoured Ones attempted a sneak attack.
Satoru tried his best to be quiet, though that wasn't really his forte. Right as you were getting ready to push Choso, Sukuna turned around in the blink of an eye – and your hands ended up finding your opponent's chest instead of his broad shoulders.
Choso’s body jolted straight like the sudden contact had electrocuted him. He instinctively reached for your wrists, closing his large palms around them when you welcomed it with a laugh. Encouraged by your playful smile, he began trying to tip you over, but you were stronger than you looked.
Sukuna wasn't as amused, though. With a hinge of his hips, he tipped his weight forwards – and before you knew it, Choso was falling into you and you were falling backwards, losing all balance.
Gojo tried his best to hold on to your legs and stabilise you, but was quickly overpowered by the weight of both you and Choso falling fast, and soon he was submerged too.
The water filled your open mouth as you sunk slowly, your hands desperately reaching forwards, until it found his. Choso had already locked your hands together, his other hand finding your waist to pull you out of the water as fast as possible.
"I'm sorry" he panted, completely drenched himself, helping you hold on to the edge of the pool.
Despite the coughing from the sudden water you had inhaled, you still managed to laugh. "Don't worry about it" you waved it off.
“Team Cursed Duo wins” Sukuna announced, but Choso didn't seem that interested in celebrating.
Despite the enduring sunlight, night time eventually came, bringing with it a more forgiving breeze to squelch the heat.
Because of the changing rules during chicken fight, no one could decide who had the rights over the speaker. Sukuna and Satoru had spent a good thirty minutes complaining, all the while Suguru took control of the music.
Nobara and Shoko were busy making everyone cocktails, but after you had been the test subject to a few too many failed attempts, you decided to excuse yourself to the furthest bean bag, and just let the summer breeze tickle your skin before your friends could get you too drunk.
Right now, you were in a perfect state, somewhere between tipsy and just high on the day's excitement.
Choso had been gone for a while, along with Megumi and Yuuji. It was sweet how close he was to his brother and his brother's best friend, but you couldn't deny you found yourself just…looking for him.
Every time you heard a shuffle of feet or a noise far ahead, you wondered if it was him. Looking for his presence somewhere up in the clouds and also in the nearby voices, your mind conjuring up a million scenarios and things you could talk to him about, despite being too shy to just tell him how you feel.
Was this even normal?
Did everyone with a crush just forget to function when the object of their admiration was near?
You groaned a little, sinking deeper into the chair and just staring at the stars above. They were so bright over here. So much more so than in the city.
It was only the first day, but you already didn't want to ever leave.
“Can I sit here?” a voice finally came, and you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to make sure you weren't day dreaming again, lost in one of your wild scenarios that would never come true.
No, Choso was actually standing there. Handsome and tall against the moonlight, his distracting abs now concealed in a compression shirt that was too tight for your own good.
And he was smiling.
He always smiled around you.
"Sure" you nodded, and he took a seat in the beanbag in front of you. He was clearly too large for it, and you laughed a little at seeing him awkwardly try to fit, but his adorable pout only made you laugh more.
"These aren't very comfortable" he sighed, extending his legs to try and regain some balance. They were so close to yours they almost touched – almost.
"We can move to the chairs, if you like" you suggested, though that would mean going closer to the group.
You didn't want that, but part of you also wanted to know if he did.
As much as everyone teased, you were still not that convinced he had a crush on you too. It would simply be too good to be true.
When was reality ever that kind?
Choso turned around, looking for where the other chairs were scattered. "I'm alright here" he said, despite his clear discomfort. "…If you are?" he added then, bringing his dark eyes to you.
"I'm alright here, too" you smiled.
"Good" Choso nodded awkwardly, his gaze moving from his hands, to where your legs almost touched, and then back to your face. The silence between you was a little awkward, sure, but it was far from quiet – at least on your end, the sound of your heart was loud enough to fill the whole space.
"Are you enjoying the holiday?" you asked.
"Yes" he nodded. "I'm glad Yuuji convinced me to come"
So were you.
"How did he convince you?" you asked lightheartedly, but from Choso's reaction you would have thought you just asked him something deeply personal.
"He, uh–" his hand came to rub the back of his neck, the curve of his bicep immediately catching your attention. Was this a plan to distract you again?!
Surely not. Choso wasn't one to play games – all his endearing awkwardness was exactly who he was.
"He said you were coming" he finally admitted, with a sigh.
You felt your brows furrow close, mouth opening before you even knew what to say. "You came because of me?"
"Um…yeah, I did" he confirmed, staring at his hands.
"So you weren't excited to hang out with Sukuna and Gojo?" you tried to tease, and he finally looked at you with that grimace you loved.
"Definitely not" he said, and you both laughed.
It was a gorgeous sound.
On the other side of the patio, your friends were all lost in casual conversation. Megumi and Yuuji had now rejoined the group, playing some kind of card game on the grass with Nobara. Shoko and Sukuna were talking about something, or, Sukuna was talking about something, but she seemed happy enough to listen. Satoru and Suguru were the ones standing a little further away, talking about something that seemed serious, but who could guess with those two.
"Did you hurt your hand?"
Your head snapped back to Choso, and you noticed it was only you who was distracted looking at your friends. He was focused on your wrist, and how you rubbed it softly with your other hand, flexing your fingers open and close.
You hadn't even noticed you were doing it.
"Oh" you tried to wave it off. “I think I fell at a weird angle during chicken fight” you admitted with an awkward laugh.
Choso didn't laugh, though.
“Let me see” he squinted his eyes, opening his palm for you to take.
You placed your hand on top of his, holding in your breath as Choso inspected your skin. He closed both hands around yours, focused on looking for any sign of bruising or broken skin. It didn't even hurt that much, but you weren't saying no to an excuse to have him look at you like that.
And you watched him – how beautiful he looked with his hair down, falling all messy around his handsome face; still a bit wet from the pool and clinging on to his forehead. His skin felt soft and warm against yours, the perfect contrast to the cool night breeze.
Choso's eyes darted to yours quickly, shyly, but you didn't avert yours. And so he didn't either.
How odd that this was the most tender moment the two of you had exchanged so far, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to be fully present. It felt like a dream, like you were floating high above the clouds – if it was the alcohol's doing, or the adrenaline from the day, or simply the way Choso's eyes looked at yours, you weren't sure.
But everything about this felt… magical.
Slowly, carefully, Choso closed your hand, satisfied that you weren't actually hurt. But then, he brought it close to him, as you watched with wide open eyes – as he left the tiniest kiss on your knuckles.
His face went all red, finally breaking the eye contact, and you could swear you heard his heart beat just as loud as yours.
Maybe all your friends had been right, after all.
“If you do it again, I might forget it hurts" you teased, earning a warm smile from him.
“Good" Choso hummed. "Then I’ll keep going”
Your breathing hitched as Choso touched his lips against your knuckles again, firmer this time. You instinctively opened your palm, an invitation, and Choso interlaced your fingers together, looking at you under his dark eyelashes.
“Do you… want to go somewhere else?” he whispered, and you nodded yes.
You opened the door to your room, hoping no one else from the group had noticed the two of you sneaking away. If you had only looked back you might have noticed Shoko's approving smile and Nobara's whispered "finally", as well as Satoru's puzzling stare. But you weren't exactly paying attention to them right now.
Right now, it was just you and Choso.
"Sorry it's a bit messy" you said awkwardly, noticing you hadn't had the time to clear away all the clothes you had left on the bed, in your haste to find an appropriate swimming costume. You quickly shifted your attention to it, anything to get you away from how nervous you felt, and started putting everything away again.
Refusing to look at how Choso stood awkwardly in the middle of your room, unsure of what to do. "It's fine" he tried to say, though you were hard at work. "You should see Yuuji's room"
You smiled, finishing up and placing the suitcase back on the floor. Now you really had to turn back to him.
"Do you want to get some fresh air, maybe?" you asked, again trying to calm your beating heart. There was a little private balcony at the back, with a loveseat that would do just fine. Some air would definitely help your nerves.
"Yeah" Choso agreed, following you out into the night again.
As predicted, the breeze did help you breathe easier. You sat on the loveseat right by the back wall, shuffling your feet nervously on the ground; but Choso didn't join you.
"I've been meaning to talk to you" he said, putting his hands inside his pockets. Were his trembling like yours were?
"About what?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, hoping he couldn't hear the anticipation in your voice.
"I just…" he started, clearly unsure of what he even wanted to say. "I've been meaning to say something, and I'm not sure if it's the best time, but–"
"You can tell me" you cut in, hands clasped together and sweating embarrassingly.
Choso's eyes narrowed at you, clearly having noticed how odd you were acting. But then he smiled. And then his smile turned into a chuckle that you joined into.
Two idiots, weren't you?
"Do you remember that one time we went to the movies?" Choso started, a little more confident than before. "The first time, maybe a couple weeks after Yuuji introduced me to your group?"
"I remember" you nodded, turning your head at the memory. You were surprised Choso even recalled it, considering how long ago it had been.
"It was some horror movie Yuuji picked" he laughed, shuffling a little. "He was so excited, but I… I could barely look at the screen. When he asked me about my favourite scene later I had to lie, and I felt terrible. I never lie to my brother"
You were a little confused, but listened to what he was telling you with a focused expression. "Why weren't you paying attention?" you asked.
Choso finally looked at you. Breathing in, and out. Taking his time.
"Because you were sitting next to me" he admitted finally. "And all I could think about was how pretty you looked"
Your mouth fell open in complete surprise, but Choso kept going.
“You... you’re incredible, you know” he exhaled. “I’ve always thought that. Every time. And the way you smiled today…"
He took a breath to steady himself, his eyes closing as if lost in memory, and the sweetest smile on his lips.
“Seeing how you smiled today made me wish I could be around to watch you smile like that every time” he continued. “It made me wish I could be the one making you smile that way”
Oh.
Oh.
You were sure your hands were still trembling, but you couldn't really feel them. It was like time itself… had just stopped.
“You are” you heard yourself say though your throat was squeezed tight, and then the dip of the loveseat as Choso settled next to you.
"Hey" he said softly, one hand finding yours where it rested nervously on your lap, the other cupping your cheek. "Don't cry" he begged you, using the pad of his thumb to dry the tears threatening to fall.
"I didn't realise I was" you laughed at yourself, leaning into his hand. "I think I'm just happy"
"Really?" Choso was the one whose voice sounded a little strained this time, but his face had a smile to match yours.
"Really" you nodded. "I didn't think you felt it too"
Choso's bottom lip pushed forward a little in a small pout hearing you say that. "How could I not?" he asked.
How could you not?
Right then, you weren't sure if you felt like an idiot for dismissing all your friends claims and waiting this long, or if the surprise just outweighed anything else.
Why did you automatically expect good things wouldn't happen to you?
Because right now, the best person you could have dreamed of was staring at you with stars in his eyes. And he wasn't pulling back.
Neither were you.
"I like you too" you finally admitted, the words you struggled with for so long finally leaving your lips. In your worse nightmares, Choso turned away or mocked you – but in reality, he didn't do any of that.
If anything, you didn't think you had ever seen him this happy.
"You do?" he repeated, like he just wanted to hear you say it a million more times.
"Yes, you idiot" you laughed at yourself. "Apparently everyone knows" you added, hoping to share some of the shame you felt.
"Yuuji said that too" he sighed, embarrassed. So that's why he had disappeared with his brother for so long.
Despite being mortified by the prospect, the two of you shared an easy laugh. One that was like a weight off your shoulders.
"I wasn't sure if I should do it here, I mean–" he started to say, interlacing your hands together. "I didn't want to make the trip awkward"
"I'm happy you did" you reassured. There was no way you would have survived this trip otherwise… not with Choso constantly half naked around you.
"You are?" he swallowed thickly, shocked at how this had gone better than expected. You wondered what his expectations were, if he also had nightmares as bad as yours.
Instead of answering, you shifted forwards a little forwards, resting your forehead on his as you let the tears flow as they needed to. Choso was right there to catch each one, with his lips this time – kissing every inch of your cheeks as the two of you breathed together like a question waiting for an answer.
When you opened your eyes and smiled at him again, Choso closed the gap.
His lips found yours tentatively at first, nothing but a soft brush as the two of you held your breath. It was when you finally exhaled deeply that he pressed against you more firmly, and your lips parted to invite him in.
You were finally doing this.
Not even your most wonderful dreams could have been better than this.
Choso explored your mouth like he was dying to learn the shape of you, your taste, every smooth curve of your lips. His hands stayed on your cheeks, enjoying how warm and soft you were, still dragging each tear away.
"Cho…" you whispered his name, pulling him into you, all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss.
You wrapped both your hands around his neck, leaning so far back you almost fell from the loveseat, but Choso was right there to pull you back. His hands hovered, a little unsure before landing on your waist, steadying you, digging into your skin with sweet reverence and desire.
"You're so beautiful" he hummed again, like he couldn't believe the two of you were finally here. The kiss was a little messy, but between each awkward bump of your noses the two of you laughed, remembering the years of affection that had led to this moment.
You pulled back a little, bringing your hands to caress his cheeks instead. "I really like your tattoo" you laughed a little, brushing your thumb over the dark stripe right above his nose. "Is now a good time to tell you that?"
Choso laughed, leaning his forehead on yours. "You could have told me anytime" he said, rocking his head side to side and enjoying where it touched yours.
"I think I was embarrassed" you admitted, biting your lower lip.
"Why?" he asked, tilting your head up so he could look in your eyes again.
How were you supposed to think of anything else when he kept looking at you like that?
"I didn't think you felt the same" you admitted, nose scrunching at how silly it all felt now.
Choso's response was to press your lips together, firmly now, a promise. "I always did" he whispered against you, making all the hairs in the back of your neck stand up.
"Why didn't you tell me?" you taunted, playfully pushing his chest back, and enjoying how that only made him pull you in more.
"I thought you might be… with someone else" he admitted, digging his hands just a little further into your waist.
"It was always you" you confessed this time, a little shy.
Choso blinked at you like that was the last thing he expected you to say.
He kissed you again – deeper, more passionate. Before you knew it, he was on top of you, your two bodies far too big for the small two-seater, but he was very careful to not crush you with his weight.
"Is this ok?" he pulled back a little, giving you space to readjust underneath him.
You nodded with a smile, wrapping both legs around his waist and pulling him back into you. The poor man blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, but he eagerly sank into you, rocking his hips against yours in a way you did not expect from sweet Choso.
Still, his touch was respectful, careful not to touch anywhere that could be too much too soon. His hands remained steady on your waist – but the growing bulge where his hips pressed pressed into you was getting harder and harder to ignore.
If he wanted you just as much as you wanted him… it was only right to be a little more forward, right?
So you bit his lip playfully, not enough to hurt but enough that his dark eyes snapped open in surprise. Your legs closed around his waist again and your hand moved down to where his was, still resting on your middle, gently encouraging it even further down.
His breathing completely stopped, but Choso allowed you to move it for him, slowly dragging his palm from your waist to your hips and, finally, settling on your thigh. Like a match had just been struck, Choso let out a guttural, deep grunt as he squeezed your flesh, lowering himself down to kiss you again.
His hips kept dragging into you with barely contained desire, all sense out the window now that you gave him permission to touch you in that way. You matched his rhythm, breath growing more and more shallow as you felt the heat pooling between your thighs.
"Fuck, Cho" you moaned, nails digging deep into his shoulders that you used to stabilize yourself. "Feels good"
"Y-yeah?" he moaned, almost a desperate whimper with how bad he wanted this.
You didn't bother responding – your body was already moving on its on, urged by this primal need you had for him. Your hands moved to remove his shirt, not caring at all that the little clothes you had on were askew, revealing far more of you than Choso thought he'd see this early on.
And you noticed the way Choso looked embarrassingly away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by staring. You looked down at your swimming costume, then back up at him with a wicked smile.
“You can take it off if you want” you suggested, perching yourself up on your elbows.
Choso wasted no time – he swallowed hard, and with a hypnotized nod, moved to undo the swimming costume you still had on.
The fabric fell down, revealing your bare chest to him. Choso looked somewhere between drunk and completely awestruck, with the way he softly gasped at you, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Can I?" he asked, a small drop of sweat trickling from his temple.
You smiled, tangling your hand onto his dark strands to urge him forwards. Choso relinquished with no push back, sinking his face into your breasts and closing both hands on them.
"Cho…" you moaned out his name, encouraging him further, all restraint out the window.
The sound of his name from your lips drove Choso absolutely insane, his large hands roughly palming your mounds as his mouth tried to give similar attention to each side, sucking and licking every inch of you. "Fuck, baby…" he whimpered between them, making you moan at the affectionate nickname.
Your hand tightened on his head, pulling his hair slightly, though it only seemed to turn him on even more. Your back arched against the love seat and Choso took the opportunity to slide a forearm behind you, making you arch into him further.
He sucked on your already hard nipples, playing and rolling it with his tongue as his eyes moved to your face, so beautiful and needy for him.
Your thighs were still squeezing his hips, his rhythm against your clothed cunt never faltering. It felt good, really good, but you wanted more.
"Cho" you called, biting your lips at him.
"Yeah, pretty?" he asked, face all flushed and eyes dilated with pure desire. Even when addressing you, he refused to stop his worship of your body.
"You can take it off" you repeated your words from earlier, hoping he'd understand what you meant. "All of it" you completed, with a roll of your hips, making a point to press against his bulge.
Choso swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath in. "You…want me to?" he asked.
Maybe it wasn't the best idea – your friends were somewhere outside, probably too drunk to care, but surely someone would notice your absence soon enough.
At least, that's what your brain would have thought if you weren't in the exact position you had been dreaming about for years.
You wanted Choso. Needed him. For far longer than you cared to admit.
So you were ok with being greedy.
"I want you to" you rolled your hips again, and that was all Choso needed.
He nodded, immediately bringing his hands to finish removing your clothes. He was clearly nervous, but when he finally began to pull the fabric down, he did it so slow it felt like torture.
Was Choso also trying to seize the moment? The thought alone made you giggle. To want someone who wanted you just as bad… it was more than you ever thought you could get.
And there was no denying Choso wanted you bad.
“You’re going to kill me...” he sighed when he revealed all of you, laying beautifully onto the loveseat, eager for him. He pushed himself back on his knees, taking his time to admire you like a painting.
His defined abs glistened in the moonlight, distracting, stealing all your focus. Choso was built so beautifully, like he had been sculpted by the gods themselves.
And it seemed he thought the same of you.
"Fuck…" he muttered as one hand dragged from your cheek, to your collarbone, to your navel. Choso took his time exploring every inch of you, letting his warm touch ghost over your skin before he took things further, like he knew he was already addicted and wanted to savour each moment.
When his hand finally reached between your thighs, he found you dripping.
"You're–" his words cut out as his fingers played with your heat, coating himself in your slick, your legs parting eagerly. His head dripped forwards, bangs covering his eyes, trying as best as he could to control himself.
Until he couldn't anymore.
Carefully, he slid one thick digit inside of you. It found no resistance, sinking into you so eager and wet, earning a loud moan that had his head snapping back to yours.
“Like this, baby?” he asked so sweetly, despite how he was already adding another finger inside to stretch you further. His fingers moved slowly at first, but soon they pumped into you faster, and faster, and you had to bring your hands to his thick forearm to brace yourself.
“Mmmh yea” you moaned, squeezing the veins that protruded from his skin, his dark eyes completely locked on where your bodies met.
"You're taking it so well" he praised, groaning when it made you clench around him. "Fuck–You like that?"
You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his movements become rougher, faster. "So beautiful like this" he praised you again.
Your back arched off the seat, and Choso again used the opportunity to snake his other arm around you, pulling you close into him. In this position, you could feel his rock hard erection against your thigh, and you were desperate to know what it felt like inside of you.
One of your hands moved to his bulge, pressing into it as Choso curled his fingers just right inside you. Choso let out a surprised breath, but didn't pull back – instead, he shifted so you could feel all of him.
Your hand found its way past his swimming trunks, your mouth immediately hanging open in shock at the sheer size of him. You moved your hand up and down, exploring, noticing how he was just as long as he was thick, the thought of taking all of him already making you drool.
"Ah" he panted, head falling to your collarbone as you continued to stroke him. Despite his closed eyes and fucked out expression, Choso never stopped the motion of his fingers inside of you, completely focused on your pleasure.
You could feel yourself getting close from his fingers alone, but you didn't want it to stop there.
“I want you” you whispered into his ear, and instantly felt his whole body jolt on top of you.
The movement of his fingers stilled for just a second, before he resumed them like clockwork. "Are you sure?" he asked you, pulling back to look in your eyes again.
How could he be so handsome and sweet at the same time.
“I'm sure” you nodded, bringing one hand to cradle his beautiful face, while the other kept stroking his cock.
Choso pressed a kiss to your lips as he slowly removed himself from you. He stood up slowly as not to hurt you, and finally began to remove the rest of his clothes.
Just as you expected, Choso was beautiful. Every inch of him. And seeing him like that, naked and towering over you with affection in his eyes, only made you need him more.
You sat up fast, your mouth opening around his cock before Choso even realised what you were about to do. You held it with one hand, giving it a shy lick first, tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue.
"Baby…" he moaned, placing one hand on your head. He didn't push, just felt the movement with you; the way you started to open up around him, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. "You're–ngh, really good at that" he groaned.
Your mouth kept the back and forwards motion, struggling with his length as it started to hit the back of your throat. Choso moaned at how it constricted around him, seconds away from coming in your mouth if he didn't pull himself back.
"You're gonna make me–" his voice shook a little, his hips chasing you already.
"What?" you asked, knowing exactly what he meant, but unable to resist seeing his lustful face.
His adams apple bobbed up and down when you playfully licked him again, the hand on your hair pulling your strands just a little bit more. Choso was close to losing control, and you loved every bit of it.
"You want me to–ngh" he tried to speak, bringing his eyes to your beautiful face. "You want me to come down your throat?"
You nodded yes, eager, salty tears starting to streak down your face. You were desperate to make him feel good, to know what he tasted like, to keep hearing those delicious noises he kept making.
But then, he pulled away again. Fast, just at the last second when he really couldn't hold it in anymore, and moved to tower on top of you, laying you back down on the loveseat. "I want to feel you first" he panted, his tip already touching your entrance while you opened your legs wide for him.
"Please" you moaned, and Choso swallowed the end of the word with a kiss. His mouth sank into you, and his cock sank into your heat, stretching you fully as you whimpered into his mouth.
He was big. Too big. And Choso was aware of it.
“Slowly” he reassured you, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’ll be gentle” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, and you had no reason to believe otherwise.
You let yourself sink into him, closing your arms around his shoulders as you began to relax. To further help, his hand moved to circle your clit, gently massaging the bundle of nerves that made you clench around him.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, starting to move his hips into you, in and out, in and out.
"So good" you whimpered, chasing his lips for a kiss again. "You're so big, Cho"
He smiled at the compliment, but didn't let the praise distract him. His touch was careful and precise, helping you relax around him and take him inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out.
"You're doing so well, pretty" he kissed the top of your head, fully sheathed into you now.
Your body clenched as it tried to adjust, and Choso was already struggling to keep his composure. But when your nails dug into his back, and you bit your lips at him, Choso knew he was done for.
He let himself pick up the pace, stretching you so deliciously all else faded to the background. All you could think about was Choso Choso Choso, and how good he felt, how warm his hands were all over your body, how delicious his tongue tasted.
"You have to be more quiet, baby" he whispered against your mouth, muffling your moans with a rough kiss.
“Fuck, Cho, you-” you tried to say, but his hips angled just right and his pace grew even faster, all your words meshing together into a whimper of pleasure instead.
“You’re so beautiful” he groaned against your lips. “So fucking beautiful like this”
Your nails were drawing blood from his shoulders, but neither of you cared. It felt too good to stop. You had wanted this for too long to stop.
Despite his earlier words, Choso was also struggling to control his sounds. His moans of pleasure filled your ears like music as he panted on top of you, kissing every inch of your face and neck he could find.
"I'm close" he said, head falling forwards as his eyes shut tight, face contorting in pleasure.
You wanted to see him like this forever.
Completely drunk in you.
“Cho” you muttered, pulling him even deeper with your legs, nails leaving marks all over his body. “Cum inside of me” you asked.
He huffed out all the breath from his lungs, struggling to believe what you had just said.
“Fuck” he grunted, hips going faster and faster. “Are you sure, baby?” he checked again.
“Yeah” you moaned in pleasure, the sounds mixing in with his as you both approached your climax.
“Not before you” he said instead, taking your clit between his thumb and index, rolling the bud carefully, knowing exactly how to drive you insane.
Your body began to shake as the heat started pooling upwards, and just as you were about to tip over the edge, Choso closed your lips with his, drinking up all your moans.
Your body was shaking, pulling him in and milking him desperately, but it was the sounds you were making that made him reach his peak.
"Take it" he grunted, slamming his hips into you as his seed began to spill. You felt the heat filling you up, and your whole body begged for more, but the only words you could get out were his name.
"Choso…" you whispered once more, and he let himself relax on top of you.
His arms closed around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he readjusted to your side, slowly removing himself from you. It was a little awkward in the two-seater, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Being nestled into Choso's chest was everything you needed right now.
He slowly caressed your thigh, hand brushing the sweat away from your forehead and tucking your hair behind your ear. Even after all of this, he looked at you like something precious, something he needed to protect.
“Thank you” Choso whispered against your hair, leaving a kiss to your temple.
How the hell was he so sweet?
“…Thank you?” you echoed with a laugh, trying to tilt your head towards him, but Choso didn't let you – choosing to leave another kiss to your forehead, then another, and another, until you went back to resting on his chest.
“I guess...” he started, all shy. "For being you” he completed, dropping his head to the crook of your neck.
"You're really sweet" you murmured, unsure if you wanted to cry or laugh. All you knew is you just wanted to be right here.
Choso didn't reply to that, his face turning into a small pout, but he was too happy to pretend to be self conscious. "I'm sorry I took so long" he said instead.
"I'm sorry too" you nuzzled into him, hand finding his. “I’ve wanted this for a while, you know” you muttered, your face warm against his chest while Choso softly caressed your hair.
“Really?” he asked, enjoying how your words made him feel. "Me too" he admitted.
“Since when?” you asked, curious.
But Choso only let out a small chuckle. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you” he admitted, looking up at the sky instead of you, letting you in on a secret he had never dared utter out loud.
You followed his gaze, turning your head around to look up at the stars. It was a beautiful night. "Why today?” you asked again.
“I couldn’t hold it in anymore” he replied, resting his cheek against your head.
“Was it because I was on Gojo’s team for chicken fight?” you teased, remembering how your friend had said Choso was jealous earlier.
“No” Choso answered too quick, though his arms held you tighter. “But I can’t say I was a fan of that” he murmured shyly, earning a chuckle out of you.
"You're cute" you laughed, sinking into him.
"How's your wrist?" he asked, hand brushing over the skin that felt tender earlier.
"Doesn't hurt anymore" you noted. "Guess the kissing really did work"
Choso laughed, bringing your hand to his lips again. "As many as you need" he said against your knuckles.
"I might not ever want you to stop" you muttered, a little shy.
"I hope so" he exhaled, bringing you in closer.
You both stayed like that, holding each other in the hot summer night. You didn't speak much, but you didn't need to – so much of what you felt rested in the in between, in the space the two of you effortlessly shared. Choso just made you feel so incredibly comfortable, so perfectly safe.
You could hear some faint laughter coming from the other side of the villa, the signs of a party raging on without you, but neither of you rushed to join the group just yet.
Shoko really had been right, after all. You really needed this holiday.
You let the weight of the day wash over you, as Choso cradled your body close under the stars. All the fun and laughter and confessions, and the promises of much more to come.
And as you held each other close, you both knew – this would be a summer to remember.
i hope you enjoyed <3 this won the poll for my 1 year anniversary here on tumblr, thank you to everyone who voted and for all my readers too! hope you all have the most wonderful day/night. mwah!
pairing: god!sukuna x priestess!reader (+ a hint of god!gojo x reader)
summary: greek myth au. being sukuna's priestess is all you've known, and you've spent a lifetime alone in his temple, devoting yourself solely to him and his needs.
when a different god appears at your door one day with promises of more than a life in the darkness, both you and sukuna find yourselves in uncharted territory
word count: 10.7k
content: 18+ mdni, greek myth au, smut, dubcon/noncon elements due to power imbalance, loneliness, rejection, devotion, abuse, worship, violence, mean!sukuna, piv, attempted cucking, fingering, biting, rough sex, hurt/comfort, sukuna is bad with feelings and satoru is a little shit
a/n: in honour of this blog's one year anniversary I wanted to pay homage to one of the first fics I wrote on here: this blindness I'm condemned to! so here's another god!sukuna fic with a florence and the machine title hehe
also i want to give a big shoutout to @liahcharms for reigniting my passion for myth fics with all her brilliant works! please go and read everything she's written asap
Sukuna always smelt of blood, drenched in that metallic scent that would infest your nostrils, sticking around long after he’d departed your side. He’d always appear in the dead of night, whenever the temple would fall silent, looking more like a beast than a god. He’d take up the whole doorway with his mighty stature, four arms hanging loose at his side, his twisted face laden with mania.
It was you that he’d come to see - his sweet, devoted priestess. He’d waste no time with niceties, for you both knew what it was that he wanted, appearing before you to ensure that you honored your oath of service in whichever manner he deemed appropriate.
Things always played out the same way, with his crimson soaked hands wrapped firmly around your slender neck, sharp fingernails drawing blood while his fingers left pretty little bruises against your skin. He’d grunt as he bent you over his altar, guttural sounds of pleasure leaving his lips as he pressed his mouth against your ear.
You’d sob and shake beneath him, hands raking desperately against the marble beneath you, tears dripping down your cheeks as you let him sink deeper into you than you’d ever allowed any man to go.
He’d give you a taste of divinity, of real purpose. He was your god and you served him well, offering yourself fully for his own pleasure and entertainment, and he ate it up every time, filling you up with his seed and leaving you there once he was satisfied, with no regard for your own gratification.
And there you’d remain in the oppressive silence, shivering at the foot of your shrine to him, awaiting his next visit with rapt enthusiasm. That was your role in this world, your only genuine purpose - you were to give yourself to him and in the times between you were to yearn for his return.
You were to tend to his temple, greet his worshippers, and provide him with offerings. You were to sleep on the cold marble every night just in case he required your services, you were to have no family, lay with no man, for you were his in every sense of the word.
Even if he would never be yours.
Maintaining your oath had never caused you much trouble, for it was the only life you’d grown to know. You had been raised to be a priestess, had tended to the temple since you were eighteen - Sukuna, and your devotion to him, was the only thing that existed in your narrow worldview.
That was how it was supposed to always be.
Until one morning a different deity appeared at your door.
It was a pleasant spring day, and the forest beyond the temple’s walls was brushed with rays of gold, so filled with life in stark contrast to the confines of your shrine. It was always cold in there, tainted with the vague scent of blood and death that followed Sukuna wherever he went.
Even though you had never seen another of his temples, nor met another of his priestesses, you were certain that the uneasy darkness lingered in any place where he was worshipped.
And yet, that darkness, which usually extended to your patch of woodland, seemed woefully absent on that temperate morning. On the contrary, the forest seemed more alive than you’d ever seen it, teeming with colour and life - a beauty that felt utterly foreign to your eyes.
The cause of the change appeared without warning, manifesting between the trees, blue eyes alight with mischief as he strolled towards your humble temple. He had an otherworldly glow about him, a power akin to that of your own god, but rather different in nature. The air around him felt light and airy, like his mere presence could strip away any sense of despair.
You didn’t know him. You didn’t know any god but your own. You weren’t supposed to.
Nervously, you’d flinched back, stepping over the threshold back into your temple, peering past the open doors at the figure who came to a halt on your doorstep, a pleasant smile lighting up his handsome face.
“Good morning,” he hummed, his tone chipper. “I hadn’t expected to find any humans out here - especially not a beautiful woman.”
“Are- are you here to make an offering?” You asked, struggling to find your voice. You’d found yourself captivated by his ethereal beauty, your eyes skimming over his toned body and the beautiful white toga that adorned it. There was nothing monstrous about him like your own master, he was gorgeous in the most conventional of ways.
“An offering? To him?” The god snorted as he gestured to the carvings littering the outer walls of the temple. “Absoultely not.”
Fear fluttered in your heart as you took yet another step back into the comfortable darkness of your home. It felt like Sukuna was draping himself over you, keeping you safe from the stranger before you. For him to so casually put down your god was the gravest insult in this setting, and you wondered if Sukuna might strike him down where he stood.
Perhaps he’d strike you down too, for even allowing yourself to bear witness to such heresy.
“I don’t think you should be here.” You tried to sound as confident as you could, to turn this god away before he could cause any issue. You didn’t want any trouble, didn’t want to find yourself breaking any of Sukuna’s rules.
“You don’t need to sound so afraid, I mean you no harm.” He took another step forward, his toes brushing against the threshold, peering into the darkness at you. “Come and step into the light, so that we can talk properly.”
Even though you knew it was wrong, you found your legs obeying his command. There was something about the way that he spoke which commanded the same authority that Sukuna did, filling you with a terrifying desire to do as you were told no matter what your brain truly wanted. This god didn’t wield his authority with the darkness that your own master did, but the underlying implication was still there.
He would have what he wished, and would employ any method to get it.
Your legs carried you back outside, eyes wide as you observed the man before you. His blue eyes dragged over your form and you caught the way that they seemed to light up with glee. “You’re a gorgeous creature, aren’t you? Typical of Sukuna to keep such secrets to himself. What do you call yourself?”
You told him meekly, averting your gaze down to the floor. Now that you were standing before him you found your heart racing unfathomably quick, oddly taken by his immense beauty. You’d allowed your mind to wander, to wonder what it would be like to have his delicate hands hold you.
It was a thought that you were quick to chase away, for fear that Sukuna could hear every one of your deepest desires and punish you for the slightest deviation away from him.
“How lovely. You can call me Satoru.” The name meant nothing to you. You’d been raised largely in isolation, taught by your parents your role at the temple and abandoned to silence at eighteen. If Satoru was some well-known god, it meant nothing to you.
He didn’t seem offended by your lack of knowledge. Perhaps he’d expected it.
“Are you out here all alone?”
You were, the people in the closest town would bring supplies to you once a fortnight, and beyond that you were left purely to your own devices. It probably wasn’t wise to tell a strange man such a thing, but you got the sense that he’d know if you were lying.
“I am.”
“Oh, how I abhor the cruelty of your master, always keeping his poor worshippers in the worst of conditions. If you were my priestess you’d get to live in the most lavish quarters in some lovely city, surrounded by like-minded folk. No woman should have to linger alone in some dark forest.”
“It suits me here,” you whispered. “I’ve always been here.”
Satoru scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Then you simply don’t know any better than what your master has taught you.”
You were certain that you didn’t need to know. With Sukuna the rules for your life were clear, what more could there be? It was an honor to serve him in the way that you did, it was what you were made for. You didn't need pity from some stranger.
“Look at you, all confused by my words.” A hand reached out for you, your body shaking as a finger tapped the centre of your furrowed brow before withdrawing. “You can’t even begin to comprehend the unfairness of your life.”
“It's not unfair,” you bit back, quietly. You mostly believed your words, but you’d be lying if you were wholly satisfied. You had no qualms about living in this place, or about serving your lord, but in the times between Sukuna’s visits you were hollow, desperate for him, caught up in wondering what he was doing, wondering how many other priestesses he treated just like you.
You wanted him to be yours just as you were his, wanted his devotion to you.
An impossible ask.
“It is, but you can’t allow yourself to see it,” he said with a sigh, fingers dragging through his soft white hair. “You’re a great prize of his, you know. One of his favourites. He always likes to brag about your beauty but never wishes to share - he isn’t a man who likes others playing with what belongs to him, even when he has so much.”
“Oh,” you mumbled, not sure what to make of that. You wanted to be flattered but your joy was unraveled by the use of the phrase ‘one of his favourites’. For now he treasured you, saw you as something valuable amongst all he had. One day you’d slide down that list, once your looks started to fail you.
“I’m here because I had to gaze upon the one that even a monster would desire so deeply.” Your eyes widened in surprise, studying the look on his face. You could sense no trace of dishonesty, his expression open and welcoming, his thoughts written across his face.
The complete opposite to Sukuna’s perpetually guarded frown.
“You were certainly worth the journey,” he continued, when you offered him nothing but silence. You should’ve told him to stop when he reached for you once more, but you remained frozen, completely dumbfounded as his hand traced along your soft cheek. It was a caress gentler than any that Sukuna had given you.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured, terrified of what the consequences for his actions would be. You were surprised to find that you didn’t want him to stop, your heart battering against your ribcage at being shown such careful attention for once in your lonely life.
It was a dangerous feeling.
“I would provide you so much more than he ever could,” he whispered, leaning forward. “I’d give you a place in the light, a place at my side. Beauty like yours doesn’t deserve to be hidden away, it should be celebrated.”
Your breath hitched as he closed the gap between you. His nose brushed against yours, lips inching closer, and for a second you almost gave in, almost allowed temptation to win out over the oath that you’d bound yourself to. But you had lived a life of discipline, and when you pushed him back with all of your strength, it was your body acting on instinct.
Kissing him wasn’t right. It would be a betrayal of everything that you lived for. Besides, your parents had warned you about schemes of other gods, warning that if you were to ever encounter one, you would find that they took great enjoyment in playing with humans.
That was what this was. This man didn’t know you, didn’t care for you. You could feel the dislike for your master rolling off him in waves. He was here to humiliate his opponent, to claim something of his.
You would be no pawn in his game.
“I wish for you to leave,” you said as firmly as you could, your heart still fluttering in your chest. “My master would not want you here."
There was a flicker of hurt in Satoru’s eyes, but he dropped his hands to his sides all the same, stepping back with a somber nod. “He wouldn’t, you’re right. But you should not wish to be here either, for you deserve more than the darkness he shrouds you in.”
“It- it is what I have chosen.”
“It is what has been forced upon you,” he countered, offering you a sad smile. “But when you one day choose to free yourself of it, I will be waiting.”
And just like that, Satoru disappeared, taking the brilliant light of the morning away with him. For some reason you felt cold, an empty emotion not unlike that which would plague you whenever Sukuna would leave you broken and naked on the temple floor. It had been nice to talk to someone, nice to feel the sun on your skin.
Even if it was all just trickery from some malicious man hellbent on separating you from your duty.
It was a week after that encounter that Sukuna darkened your door again, in the manner he always would.
Your encounter went much as usual, speaking no words of greeting as he approached, his hands tearing at your clothes, fingers holding you with a bruising grip as he took you beneath him. He was as rough as ever and you enjoyed it all the same, soft whimpers echoing around the temple as you chanted his name like a prayer.
But when he was done, he didn’t leave in silence as he usually would. Instead, he drew himself up to his full height, towering over your frail body which he’d discarded so carelessly on the cold floor. His red eyes were fixed on you with an unusual intensity, two of his hands resting on his hips while the other two crossed firmly over his chest.
“You had a visitor this week. Didn’t you?” The question came out as a deep rumble, sending fear coursing through your vulnerable form.
“Yes.” You kept your eyes down. You weren’t supposed to look up at him without his permission, he was too divine for your eyes to gaze upon openly.
“And what did you think of him, this visitor?”
You weren’t quite sure what to say. If you were to tell him the truth, to suggest that you found Satoru captivating in any way, you feared the punishment that may follow. On the other hand, if you tried lying only for him to realise that you were attempting to deceive him, that could land you in even deeper trouble.
The last thing you wanted was to disappoint him.
“He was…strange. He was like you but not.” You chose your words carefully, omitting your feelings on the matter.
Sukuna let out an amused huff. “There is no one like me, little priestess. But to your untrained eye I can understand what you’re trying to say - he held a power beyond your comprehension, and by extension you find us to be similar.”
Disagreeing with him would be foolish so you simply nodded in agreement, your gaze still trained upon the ground, even as you heard him shifting before you. He crouched, one of his lower hands pressing against your chin and raising your face to look at him.
“What of your opinion on him? Did you enjoy his visit? Do you yearn for him to return with all his foolish light and greenery?”
“No.” The lie slipped out before you could stop it, before you had the chance to truly consider your answer.
He blinked, a slow grin spreading across his tanned face, his canines pointed and sharp, still dripping with blood he’d withdrawn from your neck minutes prior. “No? Such a well trained little thing,” he hummed, a hand coming down to your hair and stroking it with something akin to affection, like an owner praising their pet. “Though, I thought you’d know better than to lie to me.”
The grip in your hair tightened, strands pulling at your scalp. A soft yelp left your lips, eyes welling with tears, your gaze still fixed on him as he’d commanded.
“I can hear your heart fluttering, your blood rushing through those delicate veins of yours. I think you wish to see him again, perhaps you yearn for him to visit you in the way I do.”
You shook your head as best as you could while still confined within his firm grip. Even if you were curious about your visitor, infatuated by the light which he seemed to bathe himself in, you had no desire for his visits to be even remotely similar to Sukuna’s. The humiliation of being taken and abandoned by one god was enough, your heart would not cope with a second.
“I’m loyal to you, master. Only to you.”
There was a soft tremble to your voice, your skin prickling with fear. The look on Sukuna’s face was manic, like it always was when he’d fuck you, or when he’d dump a corpse on the temple’s doorstep. There was an electricity to him that told you he had little tolerance where Satoru was concerned, and as his hand twisted in your hair, you felt certain he’d tear your head from your shoulders.
“Is that so?” He asked, his booming voice echoing around the temple. For a moment, a look which seemed almost conflicted flickered in his red eyes, but it was gone before you could truly verify its existence, replaced by his usual hardened gaze.
“Yes. I take joy in nothing but serving you.”
You were starting to grow cold, the chill of the temple’s marble seeping into your exposed skin. He’d seen you in this state time and time again, but to kneel naked before him and talk was different to being fucked by him, it felt too vulnerable, building an urge within you to cover yourself from his gaze.
Fortunately, your mind stopped you from attempting to draw your arms across your breasts. You were his property and he could gaze upon you as he pleased, you had no right to obscure what had always been his.
Releasing his grip on your hair, he let you crumple down before him. He then brushed the strands tenderly over your bare shoulders, gentle enough for you to mistake it for the touch of a lover. The coolness of his tone dispelled any such illusion as he whispered in your ear.
“Make sure to remember it. Lie to me again or find comfort in that fool, and I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic little life.”
And just like that, he was gone, the warmth of his breath still hot against your ear, your stomach churning with guilt beneath the weight of his bitter disappointment.
Satoru visited again the following day.
He was already waiting for you outside as you threw open the doors to the temple at dawn, leaning against a tree, skin glistening beneath the sun’s gorgeous rays. Doves were flittering around him, whistling away with some merry tune that seemed so out of place within the shadow of your temple.
Once more, you found yourself faltering, glancing back towards the safety of your temple and wondering if you should barricade yourself inside, your master’s threat hanging heavy in your mind.
But the warmth and comfort that the god before you exuded was attractive, pulling your feet towards him just like the first time, a moth to his brightly burning flame. He seemed overjoyed at the sight of your nervous figure before him, shuffling about and avoiding his gaze, jumping at every shadow in the forest behind him, as if Sukuna would emerge from the trees.
“So nervous.” Satoru commented, blue eyes skimming over your form. “You have nothing to fear from me, lovely priestess.”
“It is not you who I fear.”
“Ah, of course not.” Pushing the subject no further, the god offered you a soft smile before lowering himself down onto the grass before you, sitting cross-legged on the ground. A flicker of confusion registered within you, for service to Sukuna had taught you that he was never to be beneath you, it would always be him towering over you.
Satoru seemed to hold no such views, looking up at you easily.
“Sit with me.”
Glancing around once more, you shook your head. “I cannot. I told you before, you should not be here.”
Satoru scoffed, a playful glint in his cerulean eyes. “He doesn’t know I’m here. We’re not all-knowing, and he’s off dealing with some war right about now, his attention couldn’t be further from you.”
“He knew you were here before.” You pointed out, shuffling your bare feet awkwardly in the grass, pretending to find interest in the way your toes wrapped around the blades to avoid meeting the gaze of the being before you.
“That was my error. I had been callous in my approach here the first time, unbothered by the idea of him knowing that I’d gone to look at what was his. For that I apologise. I had not realised the way in which it would impact you.” Satoru seemed genuinely sorry for his actions, worry creasing on his otherwise perfect face.
Part of you wondered if it was an act, but you didn’t linger on the thought for too long. You hadn’t experienced kindness in a very long time, and that alone had your resolve wavering.
“Please sit. I brought you an offering.” He patted the grass beside him, and you hesitated for just a moment before doing as he asked, intrigued at the thought of a god bringing you an offering. Sukuna had never given you anything, why should he? And yet, Satoru snapped his fingers and a whole spread of food appeared on the ground before you.
It was a feast for Kings, an exorbitant amount, the likes of which you’d never witnessed in your lifetime.
Stale bread and the odd bit of cheese had become the staple of your diet over the years, that was all the people from the nearby village were willing to spare for a priestess of a war god, especially when your region had been experiencing peaceful times for as long as you’d lived.
“This is too much for you to offer me,” you said politely, trying to decline. You were concerned that indulging in wines and meats would be apparent to Sukuna on your breath, perhaps even on your body, for it might stop your skin from stretching uncomfortably over your bones like it did currently.
Satoru shook his head, beaming at you. “This is nothing. Eat. You’re such a frail little thing, he clearly doesn't feed you enough, so let me help you.”
You knew it was wrong, knew that you should turn down his offering just like Sukuna would want you to. After all, if your master believed your diet should be so limited, you were in no position to question his judgement. But your piety did little to override the desires of your body, and humiliatingly you could feel yourself starting to salivate.
He didn’t have to know. You’d eat just enough to sate your hunger and that would be that. You didn’t need to overindulge.
Hastily stuffing some grapes into your mouth, the pleased look on Satoru’s face emboldened you to continue. Even if he wasn’t the god you were supposed to serve, there was something about him that led you to desire his approval in the same way you desired Sukuna’s. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he could kill you just as easily as your own master could, if he so wished.
“That’s it,” he chirped. “Enjoy it.” You grew so preoccupied with your feast, luxuriating in a range of flavours that you’d never known, that it came as a surprise to you when a warm hand brushed your neck, long fingers trailing delicately down your nape.
You withdrew quickly, jumping like some frightened stray cat, eyes wide and worried, unsure of the god’s intentions. He remained unfettered, dropping his hand and studying you like you were a matter of greater interest than some common priestess.
“Are you sure you’re no nymph? Perhaps some forgotten daughter of another god, cast out into the fringes of our minds?” The honeyed words had your pulse racing, unsure what to make of the compliment. It felt pleasant to be praised, but he was not the man you should be seeking praise from. “You’re so fair, it makes me want to hide you away from Sukuna.”
He spat out your master’s name like a curse, something dark and unbefitting of his light and lovely voice. You said nothing, peering back at him as you remained crouched in silence. There wasn’t a chance that you’d even acknowledge such a statement, for you knew acknowledgement tended to count as consent amongst gods.
Satoru shuffled closer once more, “this mark on the back of your neck, he left it on you?” His fingers were back on your skin now, pressing down on what you assumed must be a bruise. You hadn’t kept track of the marks on your body in a long time, aware that Sukuna would often leave them in his wake. They had never really bothered you.
And yet, Satoru looked concerned.
“I suppose so,” you mumbled.
Scoffing, he shook his head. “What a barbarian.”
Again, you found yourself glancing into the darkness of the trees, despising the idea that Sukuna might potentially be listening in on the exchange, waiting for you to slip up. If he was, you wanted him to be certain that you weren’t going along with Satoru’s complaints towards him.
“He’s not…a barbarian,” you whispered. Despite Sukuna’s treatment of you, it wasn’t so easy for you to cast aside your master. You loved him, you’d always loved him, it was practically built into your body. If he wanted to use you, he was free to do so, if he wanted to kill you, that was up to him.
Satoru looked sad, carefully withdrawing his hand and dropping it into his lap. It was evident that he’d thought this conversation would go a different way. “Do you enjoy my company?” He asked.
“I do.” There was no point in being dishonest. The green, airy atmosphere that he brought along with his presence was pleasant, and the opportunity to speak aloud to someone for once in your lonely life felt freeing, even if you knew it to be wrong. But that was where your rule-breaking would stop. You could dip your toes in the pools of possibility, but there were lines you would never cross.
“I was here last night, you know.” He spoke.
A chill ran through you at his words.
“Is that how your visits from him always play out? Letting him have his way with you without so much as a hello? Receiving everything he could possibly want and then leaving you cold and shivering on the floor, praying for a sliver of his affection?”
You wondered if Sukuna had known that Satoru was watching, if he’d revelled in the idea of an audience. Perhaps he simply didn’t care at all, why should it bother him if there was someone watching him lay claim to what was his?
“That’s my role,” you said mechanically, upon the realisation that Satoru was waiting for an answer.
“And again I must ask, you’re happy with that role?”
“Yes.”
“Happy for him to leave you in solitude? To take you with such violence and then berate you for talking to another, all while he’s free to do as he pleases?”
“Yes.” You lied, more than happy to pretend that you didn’t spend your nights dreaming of more, fantasising about a life in which you could stay in Sukuna’s embrace, rather than wrapped in the cool emptiness of his temple.
“And when you grow older? When your looks start to fail you and he ceases his visits, how do you think you'll feel about your role then?”
The anxiety gripped your heart like a vice. The thought of Sukuna discarding you entirely was something you’d often considered, seeping into the cracks of your mind on your loneliest nights. There was nothing you could do to stop it, for time would march on and you would age, and he would find some new beautiful priestess to have as his favourite.
“You’ll miss him.” Satoru said, answering the question for you. “You’ll lament and suffer and wish that he’d given you something to keep. You’ll realise that all your faith and devotion meant nothing to him, while he meant everything to you.”
Tears began to stream down your cheeks before you could stop them, and you found yourself recoiling away from Satoru, feeling suddenly cold.
“There will be no worth to your life, no honor given to you for your devotion and service. He’ll discard you, just as he discards everything that no longer qualifies as interesting to him. If your loneliness is strong now, it is nothing to what it will be when he’s gone for good, fascinated wholly with another while you wither into obscurity.”
A whimper escaped you, tears dripping onto the grass below as the god before you laid out the future that you’d never wished to consider. Perhaps he was the god of prophecy, witnessing your fate even before it could play out, but he didn’t need to be for your path to stand clear - it had always been obvious to you that things could only end one way.
Sukuna would cast you out, and that would be that.
“I don’t- I can’t-”
“Shhh.” Satoru moved closer, curling around you in a gentle embrace. “Not all is lost.”
Shoulders shaking, you let him hold you, overwhelmed by such a lovely show of warmth and affection that you’d lacked your whole life. He was cooing quietly, stroking your hair with one hand and wiping your tears with the other. It was like he’d ripped your broken heart from your chest just so he could prove to you that it was in pieces, and you weren’t quite sure what to do with that.
You shouldn’t have huddled up against him, shouldn’t have allowed his comfort, but what was a mere human supposed to do? Whether you obeyed Sukuna or not, the outcome of him casting you aside one day wouldn’t change.
At least for now, if you disobeyed him, you could experience comfort for once.
The two of you stayed there for a long time, long enough that by the time Satoru was pulling away, you felt like you’d almost melded into his slender form. “I can make you my priestess, I can make you my world. Beauty like yours is rare, and would never cast it aside like he does, not in old age. I would leave you not in solitude, but keep you in the warmth of my arms for eternity if you’d allow me.”
“I can’t, I’m his, I want to be his, I-”
“He’ll never be yours.” His blue eyes were sparkling as he regarded you with a serious look, one filled with desire. “But I can be. I have gazed upon you for longer than I should admit, have stalked about in these woods and watched Sukuna mishandle beauty that deserves more. Let me give you more.”
Your stomach was churning with anxiety, not sure what to do. Your mind and heart were screaming away about your loyalty to the only master you’d ever known, to the god that you loved, reminding you of the consequences for even hearing Satoru’s offer to completion.
But there was no denying the desire in your body.
You felt warm for the first time in eternity, and you didn’t want the softness of Satoru’s touch to leave you. If you couldn’t be held by the one you loved, then it was better to be held by another than abandoned to loneliness when Sukuna grew tired of you.
Satoru’s fingers were grazing your cheeks with the utmost care, so gentle compared to your master’s rough hands. You mewled softly under his touch, pathetic in the way you leaned up against him, letting him pet you affectionately like you were some treasured cat.
You’d never had much of your own autonomy, always reliant on gods to tell you what you needed to be. You supposed whether that god was Sukuna or Satoru made no real difference. But if one’s light would stay, allowing you to bask in its warmth for a time, that was preferable to one who would leave you to starve in the dark.
As Satoru pulled you up from the floor, you allowed yourself to be cradled within his strong arms, too distraught over the matter of your master to register the peril involved as the god crossed the threshold into the temple, a domain where he was surely not welcome.
Seemingly unphased, he took a seat on one of the marble benches just before the altar, holding you carefully in his lap and drying away the last of your tears. “There, there,” he soothed. “Let me look after you.”
Allowing yourself to melt into his arms, you did nothing to prevent the slow brush of his pink lips against yours, mouth parting for his tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You supposed that in a way, it was, Sukuna had taught you nothing but obedience, so with Satoru’s grip so firm and welcoming, what were you supposed to do if not obey?
Satoru’s lips tasted surprisingly sweet, the faintest taste of cherry lingering upon them. One of hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth in a manner that was more curious than domineering. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of his clothes, anchoring yourself to him, like you might lose yourself in his kiss.
There was no attempt made to prevent his other hand from wandering to the shoulders of your dress, slipping the loose fabric down your arms and allowing it to pool at your waist. Your nipples were perked, whether from arousal or the cool air of the temple, you weren’t quite sure; any thoughts on the matter fled your mind as Satoru broke the kiss and hoisted you up a little, letting his lips find one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against it before taking that sensitive bud into his mouth.
It pulled a pathetic little whine from you as you clung desperately to his shoulders. This wasn’t something that Sukuna had ever done. His focus had never been on your pleasure, but on meeting his own needs - to experience such devoted touch felt strange, but not unpleasant by any means.
One of Satoru’s hands moved up your leg, pushing beneath the remaining fabric of your dress and finding itself in the space between your thighs. His long fingers navigated carefully over your pussy, with a gentleness that your master had never possessed, moving slick through your folds and circling a spot which had you whimpering.
For a few minutes, you were lost in it all. You were off somewhere else in your mind, in some lovely field that befitted Satoru’s pleasant atmosphere, where the two of you could lay beneath the sun and make love amongst the flowers for all eternity.
It was an illusion that shattered quickly.
Satoru was just in the process of repositioning you. He’d discarded your white dress entirely, carrying you over to the altar and lifting you to sit atop something that you’d previously only ever been bent over. He’d spread your legs and knelt down before you, peering up from his place beneath you with an expression laden with desire.
His breath had fanned over your exposed core, your body trembling at his proximity, in desperate anticipation of what it might feel like to have his tongue pressed up against you.
But the moment he leaned in to give you what you’d been awaiting with bated breath, a large hand found its way into your hair and dragged you violently to the ground. You yelped desperately, struggling beneath an unwavering grip, your shoulder aching where it had bashed against the marble.
“Stay still.” The voice was cold and bone-chillingly familiar.
Sukuna wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were fixed evenly on Satoru, who was carefully picking himself up off the floor. His neck and chest was stained with a gold liquid, flowing from a cut which was swiftly closing itself up on his pale neck.
Blinking, panic began to rise up in your chest. You wanted to fidget, to beg Sukuna for mercy and forgiveness, but such an action would be foolish, so you stayed deathly still in his grip, a rabbit accepting its fate within the jaws of a wolf.
“I suppose you find this amusing, an attempt to defile what’s mine within my own temple. Did you think I wouldn’t know?” Sukuna’s voice was calm, with a dangerous edge to it. He was addressing Satoru alone, still not bothering to spare a glance at you.
Satoru shrugged, an impish grin spreading across his face. “I thought you were busy.”
Sukuna scoffed. “If I broke into one of your frivolous brothels that you refer to as temples, you’d know the second I took a step over the threshold. So what was this? An attempt to upset me?”
“Why would you be upset?” Satoru asked, pleasantly.
“You know I don’t like to share,” he said, his grip on you tightening.
“You have any number of lovely priestesses, where’s the harm in letting me have one?” Sukuna’s red eyes flickered with annoyance, and for the first time he looked at you, a mix of fury and disappointment present on his terrifyingly beautiful face.
“And you. How dare you?” He asked, dismissing Satoru’s question entirely, his full attention fixed on your quivering form. “Speak.” He barked when you failed to answer swiftly.
“He- I- I’m sorry-”
There was no explanation for your lack of loyalty, nothing beyond admitting that you were afraid to be alone, that you loved Sukuna so deeply that you could no longer bear the nature of your relationship. But telling him that would make him just as angry as telling him nothing.
You weren’t supposed to want anything. You were nothing more than a servant to him with no will of her own.
You yelped as he slapped you hard across the face, ears ringing at the force of the blow. “I should kill you for this, rip you apart for offering yourself to another. To receive what I give you is an honour, and you’re too much of a whore to be thankful.” He spat.
“I am, I am thankful.” You were mumbling as you tried to sit up, stumbling over your words as one of Sukuna’s hands came to press down on your delicate neck. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake, I didn’t mean to- I was scared-”
“Scared?” Sukuna’s tone was mocking, his eyes alight with fury. “Scared of him?” He asked, jerking his thumb in the direction of Satoru, who was watching on with detached curiosity. The sight made your stomach churn, because that man’s honeyed words had moved and confused you and now he seemed unbothered by the whole matter.
Such was the way of gods, as your parents used to say. Mortals were little more than ants to them.
“Not scared of h-him.” Your answer was honest, because you didn’t truly believe Satoru to be a threat to you. Had you turned him down outside you were certain that he would’ve left you be, the issue was that he’d understood exactly what to say to get you to give in.
You were a fool, falling for nothing more than a silver tongue.
“Then what? Because there is nothing you should fear more than my wrath, little priestess, I thought you were smart enough to understand at least that.”
His grip was tightening as he leant more of his weight atop you, keeping you helplessly still. Your lungs started to burn, fingers reaching up to grapple at his wrist to no avail.
You could hardly fend off a human man, let alone the god of war himself.
“I fear- I fear your absence.” You confessed honestly, humiliation filling you at the sheer patheticness of your words. It was an insult to voice such things, to expect that you’d be worthy of his time or attention in any capacity.
Sukuna’s red eyes flew wide at your words and his grip faltered ever so slightly. “My…absence?”
“Yes,” you whispered. “One day you’ll leave me alone in the dark for good and I’ll h-have nothing.”
For a moment he was silent, brow furrowed as if in thought, before seemingly regaining his composure, his expression hardening.
“So you thought to whore yourself out to this fool instead?” He spat. “Forsake everything I’ve taught you, the very vow that you should live by, because you’re afraid of being lonely?”
You nodded as best as you could beneath his grip. “I’m sorry-“
“Pathetic. I’d thought of you as one of my best. I suppose I misjudged you.”
The disappointment in his tone had tears prickling at your eyes, filled to the brim with guilt. In the heat of the moment, Satoru’s points had made sense, had tugged at all your deepest fears. But now, with Sukuna’s weight pressing down upon you, all you could think about was how much of a fraud you were.
How spectacularly you’d failed at the one thing that gave your life meaning.
“Are- are you going to kill me?” Your voice was tiny, for beneath the judgement of your cherished master you were nothing more than a scared girl who understood little of gods and their whims.
Again, there was a flicker of something uncertain on Sukuna’s face, like he hadn’t anticipated those words to fall from your lips. You barely tensed as his fingers tightened around your throat once more, leaving you certain that he was moments from squeezing the life from your fragile body.
Part of you hoped Satoru would step in, but it was clear that he wouldn’t, simply lounging on one of the marble benches, watching the exchange with rapt attention. It was becoming apparent that he hadn’t had your best intentions in mind, no more of a friend to you than Sukuna was.
Perhaps all he’d wanted was to have some fun with some poor, hapless mortal.
Letting your eyes flutter closed, you sank back against the marble, accepting the fate Sukuna had deemed befitting of your crime. But before the sweet release of death could find you, the grip on your neck disappeared along with the weight of his body above you.
“You’re not even worth that,” Sukuna hissed, leaving you crumpled and gasping for breath, utterly confused and broken by his decision. “Drown in your sorrow, for I’ll give you nothing.”
It was the perfect humiliation, a suggestion that you weren’t even worth attention in the form of death, and before you could stop yourself you were sobbing openly, your cries bouncing around the marble walls.
Sukuna paid you no mind, heavy feet slamming across the floor in the direction of the doorway, only to freeze at the sound of Satoru’s calm voice from behind him.
“Like you’ve ever given her anything.”
“What?” Sukuna hissed, peering over his shoulder.
“You heard me. She told you what she feared, why she did this, and you still don’t understand. You’ve always been a fool,” Satoru chirped.
Sukuna remained frozen to the spot as the white-haired god approached you, crouching down behind you and pulling you carefully into his grip.
“How many times have you visited this temple, Sukuna?” Satoru’s fingers were toying with your body, running across your soft skin. His fingers brushed over your nipples and you flinched ever so slightly, your breathing picking up as his hand moved between your legs. Despite the situation you could feel your arousal growing, the sensation only heightened by the crimson eyes fixed fiercely onto your figure.
“What does it matter?”
“Do you remember?” Satoru purred against your ears.
You nodded, struggling to find your voice. “Eighty-three times.” You whispered, meekly. You could remember each visit with staggering clarity, no matter how similar each one may have been.
Satoru whistled. “That’s a lot. How often do you visit your other temples, Sukuna? Once? Twice? Never?”
The fingers dancing over your skin didn’t stop, and you felt that familiar pleasure building beneath Satoru’s touch, a pleasant comfort buzzing through your veins and chasing away the desperate fear which had plagued you moments ago. You saw Sukuna’s throat bob, a flicker of something deeply unhappy in his eyes as Satoru slipped a finger into you once more, all for him to see.
“I don’t see why it's any of your concern,” he said, finally.
“No? I suppose you don’t mind then, that I’m doing this to your favourite priestess. I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I made her one of mine, fucked her over my altar just like you used to.”
“I suppose not. She’s nothing. Just some pretty mortal who can’t even follow rules.” Sukuna’s tone was even, but still he didn’t move. His eyes were watching Satoru carefully, as if assessing his next steps.
“Great.” Satoru picked you up, and sat you down on the altar once more, back in the position that he’d put you in so carefully before Sukuna’s arrival. “I won’t waste any time then.” Discarding his own clothes, he dropped them down onto the marble. Your eyes scanned his form nervously - you were accustomed to being with Sukuna, familiar with his size, and found yourself glad to see that Satoru was smaller.
Not that you meant that in any sort of disparaging way.
He had a pretty cock, still thick and girthy, but the type that would bring you pleasure rather than stretch you out to the point of pain. Satoru smiled as he gazed down at you, a reassuring look that had your heart fluttering. Carefully he cupped your face, running his thumb over the purple bruise blossoming over your cheek.
Fingers clinging to his shoulders, you sucked in a breath as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds. And yet, you couldn’t keep your attention fixed on the man before you, your gaze instinctively drifting to the hulking god standing in the doorway. His red gaze met yours, and there was a moment of terror in which you wondered if he’d kill you for looking at him without permission.
Instead, he held your stare, your heart beating harder as Satoru started to push into you, imagining that it was Sukuna holding you so tenderly, pushing into you with care and desire beyond animalistic need.
“Stop.” Sukuna uttered the word in such a low tone that you weren’t quite sure you’d caught it, figuring it was a hallucination born from your own need for the god. When he repeated it a second time, there was no mistaking its reality, for it came out as a bellow, a new deep cut appearing across Satoru’s back.
And then another.
And another.
Until the white-haired god was covered in a litany of slashes, pulling back from you swiftly, leaving you cold in your propped up position upon the altar. Your body began to tremble, hardly noticing the way Satoru was cursing off to the side of you, desperately trying to heal the damage Sukuna had caused to him.
You were too transfixed by your master storming towards you, wondering if Satoru’s slight had led Sukuna to change his mind about killing you.
With your breath picking up desperately, you were sure that you looked utterly terrified as he came to a stop before you, towering over you just as he always did. His shadow completely eclipsed you, and the hairs on your arm were standing on end, the desire to run overcoming you. But you’d seen what had happened to Satoru, a being who couldn’t be killed - one singular slash would spell your end.
“Tell me,” Sukuna said calmly. “What is it that you want? Do you despise me? Do you long for him and his temples of light?”
“No.”
“No?”
You shook your head again.
“Then what?”
“I told you already.” Your voice was soft and small. “I love you, and I want- I want you to love me.” It felt pathetic to say out loud, to give voice to a request so selfish and impossible. What were you to your master?
Nothing more than a mortal priestess.
And yet, after a moment of thought, he answered your question seriously. “I am no god of love. It is not something I could give to you even if I wanted to.”
Before he could say anything further, he was interrupted by the sound of Satoru’s laughter. The sound came out a little odd, making a gargling noise like he was choking on his own blood as he desperately tried to heal his wounds. “You’re such a fool, Sukuna.”
Glaring at him, Sukuna’s brows furrowed and another slash appeared across Satoru’s chest. It didn’t seem to phase him - in the time that you’d spent with him, you’d come to realise that few things did.
“Why do you visit her so frequently? Why indulge in her flesh when you have countless others? What reason can you give?” Satoru pushed. “I have seen you murder for matters most frivolous, but when you find her, your most devoted little thing, in the arms of another you let her go free? Cause her no more injury than a mere strike?”
“I do as I please, I need to offer you no explanation for my actions.” Sukuna hissed, still pinning you beneath his gaze as he dismissed his peer.
“No, but maybe you should try offering yourself one.”
Sukuna was frozen, his expression unchanging as he stared down at you. You weren’t sure what to make of the glimmer in your eye, feeling completely exposed beneath his gaze. You wanted to sink into the floor, didn’t want to endure any further humiliation or dismissal. You understood your place with great clarity, you needed no further confirmation.
“I’m sorry, please, there’s nothing wrong with our arrangement. I’m wrong to be upset. It's my role to serve whatever you desire. I’m sorry.” You chanted out apologies like a prayer, unsure as to what was going through Sukuna’s mind. You were shifting about awkwardly on the altar, feeling too vulnerable beneath his gaze.
“Oh stop, you. That’s not what you really think.” Satoru cut in. “I’ve been watching you long enough to know your mind, and I’ve always known his. I’d appreciate it if you both stop wasting my time.”
“Stop wasting…?” You faltered, falling silent, struggling to understand Satoru’s words. He ran a hand carefully through his hair, gaze flickering between you and Sukuna.
Sukuna's brow furrowed further, finally pulling his gaze from you to look at his fellow god. “I knew you were playing some kind of game.”
“Oh please, you constantly go off to some poxy little temple on an island forgotten by all of us and expect me not to notice something odd? I had to take a look at what had captured your attention, and to see how you were handling it made me feel embarrassed. I figured I’d give you a push in the right direction. Now go on. Stop lying to yourself.”
For a moment, it seemed like Sukuna might make a move to attack Satoru, clear rage smouldering in the crimson of his eyes. But by some miracle, his attention turned back to you, and that anger dissipated, giving way to an expression which you were unfamiliar with.
Shaking, your breath hitched as his fingers trailed beneath your chin. You couldn’t follow what was happening, struggling to piece together the role that Satoru had played here, unclear on whether Sukuna had forgiven you, half convinced that he’d behead you for the annoyance that Satoru had caused him.
Instead, he leant forward, breath fanning against your face.
“Do you even know how to kiss?” Satoru interrupted. “She likes that, you know, seemed desperate for it when I-”
“Silence.”
Sukuna’s thumb stroked along your jaw, and you blinked nervously, eyes darting anywhere but his face. This was uncharted territory, unaccustomed to facing him like this at all, let alone being treated with such tenderness. Anxiety swirled in your stomach, conscious that this act of warmth might be something final.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and you did, staring directly into the deep crimson of his eyes.
The kiss that followed was slow, stealing the breath from your lungs as his lips pressed against yours, almost tentatively. It was in stark contrast to his usual vigor and aggression, the contact careful in nature.
His tongue pressed into your mouth, dominating you as was always his way, but not devouring you completely as he usually would. The exploration was more like a dance, his tongue flicking curiously against yours as one of his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.
The warmth of his body was new to you, accustomed solely to the weight of him taking you from behind, completely detached from heat and affection. To feel his chest against yours, radiating heat against your smaller form, had your heart racing.
“Not so hard, is it?” Satoru quipped, only for Sukuna to pull away for a moment and fix him with a glare.
“I will chop you into pieces.”
“Pretend I’m not here.” Satoru raised his hands defensively, and that seemed to be good enough for Sukuna, his attention turned back to you. Your lashes were fluttering, legs pressing against his waist, the sweat forcing your skin to stick against his.
“What-”
“You should stay quiet too.” He spoke, albeit more softly than the sharp tone directed to Satoru. “Lest I change my mind.”
You took his order as gospel, clamping your mouth shut and deciding that you didn’t need an explanation at that moment, despite your confusion. If he was going to treat you with reverence, you’d rather experience such a thing firsthand than force an explanation out of him.
There was no way you’d take the risk of disrupting whatever was currently taking place.
Leaning in once more, you instinctively closed your eyes at his approach, a little surprised as he stalled just before contact, the skin of his lips ghosting against yours. A hand went to your cheek, brushing over the flowering purple bruise. Wincing, you found yourself watching him carefully, like a deer assessing a new being in the forest, one whose level of threat remained unclear.
Caressing the bruise, he let out a heavy sigh before a lovely sense of warmth spread through your face, emitting from his hand. Moments later it was gone, along with the throbbing pain in your cheek, like he’d undone the damage he’d caused.
Before you could question it or thank him, his lips were on yours once again, soft and enticing, pulling you against him in an embrace that felt reserved for lovers, rather than one of a god getting his fill of a servant.
His four hands started to roam over your body, brushing your breasts, squeezing your thighs, feeling you as if it were the first time his hands had touched your flesh. One of his hands moved between your legs, experimentally moving the slick through your folds, a thick finger dipping into you.
Such attention had you whining against him, a sound that was swiftly swallowed by his lips. His finger was thicker than Satoru’s had been, working you open carefully, an action he had never thought to take in the past. You couldn’t understand the effect that Satoru had created within him, unsure as to how he’d gone from hitting and rejecting you, to offering you affection he’d never allowed before.
He slid another finger into you, stretching you out until he was satisfied, his lips locked against yours until he was pulling his fingers back. “Suck.” He ordered gruffly, a trace of his old self present in the way his fingers pressed against your lips, forcing their way into your mouth.
Satoru made a sound of disapproval in the background, reminding you of his presence, but if Sukuna heard, he paid the man no mind. He seemed too focused on your body spread out before him, your wide eyes looking up at him nervously.
He shed his clothes in a single action, letting the fabric pool on the floor beside yours. Your eyes instinctively moved down to where his cock hung heavy between his legs, the monstrous size never failing to steal your breath away. You could hardly believe the number of times he’d sheathed the thing within you without any effort of preparation, your body adapting because it was what he required.
This time was different.
Mirroring the treatment that Satoru had given you earlier, Sukuna carefully ran the tip of his cock through your folds, red eyes fixed on your face. You felt shy, eager to turn your face away. It was easier to do this in the manner he usually would, with you bent over while he took you from behind. Gazing upon him so openly felt too vulnerable for your liking, even if the lust in his eyes had your heart racing.
“You are my favoured one.” Sukuna’s voice was deep, “understand that, because I do not wish to speak more on the matter.”
Lips parting, the question of what that meant dangled on your tongue. To you it suggested the situation was the same as before - for now he favoured you, in a few years time the matter would be different.
He seemed to understand your concern before you could voice it.
“I will not toss you aside for something as trivial as old age. To attract my attention is something significant, not a matter of simple youthful looks.” A yelp fell from your throat as he pushed himself into you, easily filling you to the brim, just like he always would.
You had a million questions running through your mind, wondering where his true feelings towards you lay. It was clear that Satoru understood him better than you did, pushing him to some sort of conclusion that he wouldn’t have stumbled upon on his own.
“Do not betray me again.” He huffed in your ear, breath warm against your skin. “Do so and I will not forgive you, you’ll receive no more mercy than my enemies would. But cling to your loyalty and I will give you what you seek. You’ll have my attention, my affection, for as long as you deserve it.”
“I’ll offer you everything.” The words came out breathy, your body twitching as he withdrew himself from you only to fill you up once more, rewarding you with long deep strokes that held far more affection than the frenzied fucking that you’d usually receive from him.
You found your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, drawing blood and marring his perfect form with each brutal thrust, simply trying to cling onto him. Your cries were loud, echoing within the marble just as they always had, but the nature this time was different, for your cries were ones of pleasure rather than desire for more.
Sukuna’s breaths were heavy, rasping hard against your ear with each smooth movement of his hips. The passion had your eyes rolling back in your skull, babbling out his name pathetically, demonstrating your loyalty to him in your ecstatic reaction to his actions.
This was all you’d ever wanted.
An opportunity that had once seemed impossible.
His fingers were bruising your thighs, pulling you closer with each stroke, and as your thighs tightened around his hips, one of his hands slipped down between the two of you, rubbing that sensitive nub that he’d never deigned to touch before, always too focussed on chasing his own gratification.
Lights danced in your eyes at the contact, a desperate cry of his name ripping from your throat as you squeezed around him, cumming on his cock. It felt almost humiliating to find pleasure before him like that, something that he’d never been interested in witnessing in past visits.
If you ever came with him inside of you before, it was an accident rather than intention.
This time, he seemed to have driven you to it, nipping at your neck and circling your clit carefully, even after you’d gushed all over him.
Of course, his hips still didn’t let up, fucking you fast and deep until he reached his own release, his arms wrapped tight around your smaller form, pulling you as close as humanely possible as he poured his own seed into you, finding satisfaction in the way that it dripped down your sweaty thighs and onto the altar below.
Past experience led you to believe that he’d pull away immediately, dropping you down unceremoniously onto the ground, with little regard to the damage it might cause your fragile body.
But this time he did no such thing.
He lifted you carefully, cradling you within his muscular arms and sitting down upon the cool floor, keeping you warm within the confines of his lap. Your heart was speeding at one hundred miles a minute, your fingers pressing against his chest, clinging to him as if he’d disappear if you let go for even a moment.
A hand was brushing your hair, another stroking your thigh, while two were wrapped firmly around your midsection. All four of his eyes were fixed on you too, no distractions in the manner you’d come to expect from him, his focus was on you alone.
You were his, and at least to some extent, he was yours.
“How sweet.” Satoru’s saccharine voice sounded from across the room. The god was leaning his face on his hand, blue eyes sparkling as he watched the exchange. Sukuna straightened up ever so slightly, fixing him with a glare.
“Leave,” he commanded.
“Aw, not even a thank you? You’re so ungrateful.” The white-haired god stood up, a pout fixed on his pink lips.
“A thank you for doing your job? No one thanks me for starting wars, so why would I thank you for orchestrating a union? Love is nothing special.”
“I could’ve sabotaged your love. Kept that pretty little thing all to myself.” He pointed in your direction, offering Sukuna a toothy grin. “In fact, if you cross me I still might. I can make people fall out of love too if I so wish, irritate me and I’ll put a curse on your favoured mortal.”
Sukuna’s face was stormy, his grip tightening on you in a manner that felt almost protective. “Meddle in matters of my heart ever again and I’ll cut you to pieces and spread them across the corners of the globe. I’m sure no one would miss a few centuries without you.”
“So prickly.” Satoru rolled his eyes. “I hope you’re kinder to her. How she could ever fall for you is beyond my reckoning.”
Sukuna peered down at you, and through the centuries of malice lining his ancient, war-scarred face, you could see it - the soft twinkle in his eyes as he met your gaze. The sharp edges of a god of massacre, tempered only for you.
He would keep his promise.
His affection would not be altered by lines of age on your face. Despite all his shortcomings, he was loyal to his word, and he had offered you a piece of his heart no matter how shrivelled and blackened it may be.
And you would cherish that gift for as long as you drew breath.
a/n: NEED HIM BAD <3
anyway to any crazy in love readers I'm currently working on the next chapter and am planning to have it up in the next week or so
thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are appreciated as always <3
꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought he was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
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꒰unrequited꒱ friend!gojo just can't tell you how he feels
꩜ angst; pining; unrequited feelings (maybe)
It wasn't easy, not being someone's first love.
To know that when he had met you, on that one fateful night that had changed the complete course of Satoru's life, you had been crying over someone else.
It wasn't until much later that this particular fact would become an uncomfortable itch; always present, always painful. Growing stronger day by day, an incessant rash he couldn't find relief from.
No, that night, it didn't even register. Satoru had just laid his blue eyes upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and all else had faded away.
For all he cared, it seemed like somebody else's bad day was his lucky one – even while you explained through rushing tears the whole story that had led to your very recent break up, all Satoru could hear was that you were single.
Maybe that made him an asshole, but he didn't care. He was too drunk to care that night.
And you clearly had been drinking too, drowning your sorrow in cheap alcohol, served at some random house party you had been invited to. You wanted a distraction, something to make you forget, you kept saying.
So Satoru sat with you all night. Listening, trying to make you laugh, as the rest of the party raged on behind you, the noise barely registering. Just completely hypnotized by you. Wondering how your lipstick tasted, and noting how good your smile made him feel.
He wanted to kiss you, desperately, but he didn't – why the hell didn't he?
Because now, here he was, in a position he never thought he'd find himself in.
Satoru Gojo was in love.
That was terrifying.
That night, he called you a ride home and got in with you when you asked him to. Satoru helped you up the stairs, made sure you were tucked in bed with a cold glass of water on the nightstand for the morning, and then he left.
Not even a goodbye kiss, not even a number exchanged. He just wanted to make sure the pretty girl at that party made it home safe.
Imagine his surprise when you called the next day. Apparently had even messaged everyone at that party asking about the kind tall guy with white hair, until someone gave you his number.
And Satoru cringed at himself for how his heart leapt out of his chest hearing your voice through the speaker.
Truth was, even if both of you had been sober, Satoru sensed something that night that he knew he was better off staying away from. He should have kept it that way, spent the rest of his life wondering what if.
But now?
Now he was sitting next to you on your sofa, watching a movie he was barely paying attention to. Every time you moved your thighs touched, and Satoru felt like a fucking teenager again. This movie night thing had even been his idea, just an excuse to meet you now that the two of you were getting closer.
You texted almost every day. Went for coffee sometimes. Hell, he even started running so he could see you more often, suggesting you two join the local club.
Little by little, you opened up to him. Trusted him. And somewhere along the way, Satoru had fallen completely, desperately, deliriously in love with you. And you had found a best friend.
How the hell Satoru Gojo got friend zoned he didn't know, but his inability to just tell you his feelings might have something to do with it.
But every time he considered it, Satoru remembered that night. How you had cried to a stranger at a party because you felt so fucking alone.
It wasn't just that he was jealous you had loved someone already. Sure, that didn't help, but the truth is… Satoru couldn't bring himself to live with the fact that, if he did tell you his feelings and somehow you agreed to date him, then, one day, it could be him you were telling a stranger about.
The thought of breaking your heart pained him more than the possibility of never knowing the way that damn lipstick tasted.
Because he knew what that looked like already.
And he couldn't bring himself to be the reason for it.
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pope leo's encyclical: MAGNIFICA HUMANITAS: ON SAFEGUARDING THE HUMAN PERSON IN THE TIME OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE (i (ria) may not be a practicing catholic anymore but this man is right)
✧ summary the kingdom has sunk into a violent civil war, and you and your family, the lighthouse keepers, tried your best to stay out of it. that is until a group of rebels show up injured on your doorstep, begging for shelter you can't refuse.
✧ content mdni!; historical au; angst; slow burn; eventual smut; enemies to lovers sort of; mutual pining; hurt and comfort; yearning; dark themes; fighting; depictions of blood, injuries and treatments; will add more tags as we go
✧ a/n one thing about me is asoiaf is my favourite book series and since the dunk and egg show trailer came out i've been inspired! also pls forgive any historical inaccuracies
꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth
꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312
Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you.
Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.
As fast as he fucking could.
Were you scared? Were you in pain?
Of course you were in pain.
And he wasn't there.
His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.
It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care.
Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.
You were in pain. You were having his baby.
What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.
Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.
The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.
His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.
And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.
Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.
But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.
"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks.
"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.
"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light.
"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle.
"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet.
Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.
"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know"
Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"
In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises.
His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you.
"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it.
Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet.
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꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought we was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
pairing lord!satoru gojo x f!reader x lord!suguru geto
synopsis in a world that places your "duties" as a woman above your own agency and desires, the only possible solution you saw to escape an arranged marriage to satoru gojo was running away. perhaps on the journey you would find someone who shared more of your values and ambitions, or perhaps you might learn more about the man you rejected so rashly
content mdni!, historical au, brontë inspired, falling in love, very flirty suguru lol, mystery and horror elements, mentions of death, slow burn, arranged marriage, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple endings, complicated relationships, hurt and comfort, heavy pining
dividers by @enchanthings & art by @/ogata69
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chapter three: under stars
wc: 4k
You shouldn't feel so nervous.
Surely Suguru had invited you to the trip as a formality. A peace offer, almost. A way to make you feel more welcome, after his sisters did everything in their power for you to feel the opposite.
Who knew young girls could be so aggravating.
You feared their judgemental looks and snarky remarks would have been the thing keeping you up at night, but… no. Right now, laying in the comfortable silken bedsheets of the Geto estate, those two were the last thing on your mind.
It was someone else that had a hold over your thoughts.
You rolled around and around and around but you still couldn't shake the images away.
Suguru's long strands, and how they had tickled your skin when you stood so close.
The way those fox like eyes of his looked into yours like they knew everything about you already. Every secret, every hidden desire, all plain for him to see.
The curve of his bicep when he offered you his arm…
Your mind went to places you didn't trust that night. Unladylike places.
Was it so wrong to imagine how his touch felt? How his tongue tasted? How his lips felt against your own, and your neck, and your–
No.
That was far too much.
Cursing at your own indecency, you decided getting up for a late night stroll would be the best thing to do. Focus your mind on something else. Explore the real world, instead of your inner one.
Plus, this was a kind of independence you weren't used to – in your normal life, your family would have scolded and punished you for wandering the halls in the dark.
But as Suguru's guest, you had all the freedom you craved.
It thrilled you a little to take advantage of that.
Would this newfound liberty be short lived? Were people out trying to find you already? Was it only a matter of time, before this new life was ripped from you?
And would Suguru protect you if it came to that?
You weren't quite sure.
The moonlight reflected on the silk as you covered yourself in the thin robe – another present from Suguru. Did he treat all his guests with such kindness?
The lavish material matched the walls and your blue bedsheets, almost making it feel like you just belonged in this environment of the Geto estate. Like you fit right in.
Your feet stepped closer to the wall, the wooden floors cold against your bare feet. Turning the doorknob as gently as you could, you finally stepped out into the long corridor.
It almost seemed endless at this hour. Unnervingly so.
You kept a hand on the wall to your right to steady yourself, your gown flowing far behind you with the midnight air, as you continued your midnight exploration.
You wished you had at least brought a candle with you, something to light the way. Although you didn't want to risk bringing attention to yourself – the worst thing that could happen was waking up one of the girls, and having to hear their condescending scolding about sneaking around their home.
Well, it was your home for the time being, too. You probably should explore.
Suguru had made sure you felt nothing but comfortable, but right now, you couldn't help but consider the things you didn't know.
The whole place was a mystery, now that you thought about it.
A dim light shone from under the door frame in the furthermost room, catching your attention. Was this Suguru's room?
Why was he still awake at this hour?
You moved even more slowly now, careful with the sound of your footsteps. If Suguru was to discover you again, he might just think running away was a habit of yours.
Not that it would be so bad, you smirked at the prospect; and the memory of him standing tall on horseback with the moon shining just behind.
Your ethereal saviour, sent from above to rescue you.
Part of you did want him to open that door, tease you, offer you company and tea again. But this was all fantasy, of course. You didn't want to risk offending him – such a thoughtful man would have surely assumed the bed wasn't to your standards.
So you tiptoed along as lightly as you could, all the way down the long staircase that led to the grand entrance.
It was odd for such an estate to not have many servants. From what you had heard, the Geto's were wealthy, and used to have quite the reputation back in the day.
What could have happened to turn such a man into a recluse?
Your mind tried to fill in the gaps as you walked among the tall ceilings and lavish statues decorating the path. All expensive and imposing, but looking somewhat… abandoned.
Cold, even.
Finally, you found somewhere you were keen to explore. The study – with all those books and portraits that were surely to help you piece together the story about this family.
The door was heavy when you pushed it, and you only managed to open a small gap before the sound got too loud. You fit through just about, carefully pulling the fabric of your gown up as to not risk ripping Suguru's present.
In the moonlight, the study was like out of a dream.
The tall windows meant you could see the reflection of the stars shining through them, illuminating colourful spines and paintings on the walls. Growing up, you would have given everything to live somewhere like this.
You wandered around, unsure of where to begin, until something finally caught your attention – a shelf of still images, framed as if they were paintings, but much smaller.
This recent invention was being called a photograph as you knew, and the Geto family must really have a lot of money to own that many.
Even considering your own status, you had only posed for one once or twice.
The Geto's, on the other hand, had a whole shelf dedicated to them – scenes from childhood; posing by the water, the two girls you taught looking much smaller next to their brother.
A young Suguru, just as handsome as the one you knew today, but with a jovial charm about him.
There was something else you also noticed – a smile much brighter than what you had seen from him in present day.
The young lad from these photographs didn't look like this recluse man at all.
Your eyes scanned through each one, unable to help the smile at such picturesque scenes of every day life.
In one, Suguru posed with two adults who looked just like him. His parents, perhaps. You suspected they were long gone, considering there wasn't ever a mention of them.
And then, another image – a young Suguru, smiling a wide smile, next to a white haired man you thought you recognised, and a lady of around the same age in the middle.
You squinted, leaning forwards, but it was hard to see in the dark.
Were they his friends? Cousins?
You could have sworn that man looked familiar.
Before you could inspect it any longer, a noise from the upstairs startled you. You lept backwards, hand reaching for your hammering heart, and tried to steady your breathing.
Was someone coming?
Were you found?
Why did everything about this place make you feel so bizarrely exposed?
Your head spun with assumptions, and you quieted them all with the reassurance that this was just unfounded fears, brought about by the dark hour. Whatever that noise was, it was far too late to be deciphering your landlord's past.
And this house had started to feel cold, the empty halls somehow larger.
You held your breath, waiting. Anticipating being found out again. But no one came.
Even when you put your head through the tight door opening, nothing was there.
Nothing but empty darkness.
Were there ghosts wandering around too?
Or was it just you?
The thought alone scared you, so you decided to run back up the stairs and find the safety of your bed as fast as you could.
There was no light coming in from Suguru's room this time.
"You're quiet today" Suguru murmured, voice hot against your ear. "Have you not slept well?"
While the answer would be yes – that wasn't the reason you had been silent all morning.
Despite your lack of sleep, you woke up nothing if not energised for the upcoming trip. Had chosen a dress you hoped he'd like, one of the many Suguru had offered you with your room. You had even come down earlier than expected, meeting him in the hall as he finished the preparations for your short excursion.
But then…
Suguru had insisted you only take one horse up the hill. Said there was no need for you to over exert yourself on what was meant to be a brief ride up the scenic hill.
He said he wanted you to relax.
Well.
You were anything but relaxed right now.
Because only one horse meant riding together. Meant your back to Suguru's chest, and his strong arms on each side of your middle as he held on to the reins.
But most distracting of all was your body between his legs.
His strong, thick thighs caging you in as the gallop made you brush against him more than you intended.
That's what had you flushed and your voice stuck in your throat.
He had to know what he was doing – right?
"Should we stop for some rest?" Suguru asked again, calling your name when you didn't respond.
"No!" you replied too quick, realising you had spent too long thinking about his thighs and ignoring his question. "I am fine"
"Are you sure?" he prodded, tightening his hold around your arms on a particularly steep incline.
He just didn't want you to fall off, surely. Suguru was a gentleman. You were the one lost in scandalous thoughts.
"I am sure" you swallowed thickly, focusing on the trees ahead.
What beautiful scenery, you thought, mustering all your might. Nice trees. Lots of then. Green. Thick. Like Suguru's arms– stop thinking about that!
"If the bed isn't to your liking, I could offer you another room" he said this time, voice almost concerned.
"The room is lovely" you corrected fast. "My mind was restless last night"
Suguru hummed, and you felt the vibration all the way down your back. "I suppose the estate can be unsettling at night" he muttered.
You wanted to brush it off and reply that it was lovely, but you didn't. It surprised you to hear Suguru recognised it too.
There was something about that house.
"You find it unsettling?" you asked, turning your head a little so you could see him.
His eyes were focused straight ahead, but when he noticed you looking, his stern face relaxed into a smile.
"Too many ghosts" he replied, clearly enjoying how your eyes had widened. "Metaphorically, of course" he chuckled at your reaction.
"Of course" you swallowed. It's not that you were particularly superstitious, but considering your whole life now resembled one of your novels, would ghosts really be such a strange phenomenon?
Still, you couldn't help but feel like Suguru was letting you in a little. For someone as reserved as he, maybe it meant he trusted you. And that made you even more flustered than his thighs.
Well, almost.
"Your parents?" you asked, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, when he seemed willing to talk. A little daring, sure, but you were eager to know more about him.
And he nodded, surprising you. "They died a long time ago"
Suguru spoke with ease, but there was clearly some pain behind his words still.
"I am sorry" you muttered, looking at him again. You watched his adams apple bob up and down, the only physical sign of any discomfort in the subject.
"Don't be" Suguru smiled kindly. "Death is a natural thing"
His words made your blood run cold, but he didn't seem to mean to scare you. It was the reasoning of a man who had dealt with it far too much, you feared.
"You must miss them" you tried, hoping it wouldn't be the wrong thing to say.
And you felt Suguru exhale deeply, the motion of his chest expanding and releasing against your upper back. "Sometimes" he answered. "I suppose I miss how things used to be"
"And what was that like?"
You just couldn't help your curiosity about your handsome benefactor.
"Lively" Suguru replied, followed by a light chuckle. "Hard to picture, I know"
"Not that hard" you murmured, wondering what that might have looked like. "It's a large estate"
Did they use to have parties and people around to enjoy them?
"We had many guests then" he explained, seeming lost in memory. "Music… and laughter too, I suppose"
"Sounds heavenly" you smiled at him again, pleased when he did the same.
"It was" Suguru sighed.
"Did you throw any events or balls?" you tried to tease, enjoying how the memory had made his face all bright.
"Would you like me to?" he leaned down to you, a sly smile on his face.
"W-what?" you asked, confused.
"Throw a ball" he replied, like it was obvious. "Would that make it less unsettling?"
You were surprised by the suggestion, immediately facing forwards again so he couldn't see it in your face.
"I didn't say unsettling" you rebutted. "That was you"
Maybe it wasn't right to so outwardly tease your boss, but Suguru always seemed so terribly amused when you did.
"You didn't have to" he chuckled, and he was probably right. "Would a ball make my guest feel more comfortable?"
Did he have to sound so… alluring?
"Maybe" you muttered, considering. A ball sounded nice. Music, food, and dance. You pictured yourself dressed in a rich blue hue, hand resting on Suguru's arm as he pulled you across the floor. A hand on your hip, another holding yours, as the slow waltz captured the moment in an unforgettable dance.
And then reality came crashing down.
"I'd worry my family would find me" you sighed, disappointment all over it. The fantasy was nice, but reality wouldn't be so kind.
Best to be safe.
"Of course" Suguru hummed, noticing your frustration. "Mustn't forget I'm harboring a fugitive" he continued, leaning forwards to whisper the tease right into your ear again.
Maybe he was just trying to make you feel better, maybe not – but it worked.
"You make it sound like a crime" you laughed, careful to stare straight ahead so he couldn't read you with those knowing eyes of his.
"Some would consider it" he retorted, still lighthearted. "Not that I care"
He spoke as if he was your coconspirator. You suspected Suguru not only didn't care, but also enjoyed keeping your secret.
He was a mysterious man, Suguru Geto.
"You're kind to me" you mused, staring at your hands where they rested on your lap.
"Of course" Suguru replied. Then, a moment later, he spoke again. "I like you"
You didn't even know what to make of that.
His words, the way he spoke… they set fire to your very soul, making your chest ache and tremble all at once. It wasn't proper, and you cursed yourself for it, but you also couldn't help it.
"See" you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
There was no doubt Suguru saw right through you.
"Kind enough to show you this beautiful scenery you're barely paying attention to" he teased, voice low again, making you feel special despite the fact there was no one else around to hear anyway.
"I-I am!" you protested, but he only laughed. "It's wonderful up here"
And it was, that much was true – the hill sloped just above the Geto estate, bringing the whole valley into view. The large, imposing home, and the tranquil lake next to it – with the way the sun shone above it, it almost looked like a painting.
What would you two look like in this painting, were it hanging in a museum? Would visitors interpret you as friends… or lovers?
Your heart really shouldn't have been beating so loud.
"We're almost at the top" Suguru said, bringing your attention back. "Are you hungry?"
"A little" you admitted, only now just noticing.
"I've packed some food" he smiled, almost prideful. "Here" the horse had come to a halt right on the edge of the hill, just by the cliff. From this up high, you could see the ocean far away, a beautiful shade of blue with speckles of light shining above.
You knew from up close the ocean could be a treacherous, deadly thing. But from here, it almost seemed calm.
Suguru jumped off the horse before you, extending a hand that you accepted gratefully.
His other came to your waist, only for half a second, helping you down. Your mind went straight to your daydreams about this ball, picturing how you'd dance together.
Suguru must be a good dancer, you thought.
But just a moment later, your feet were on the ground, and his hand had left you.
For the first time all morning, Suguru was separated from you. And you missed his heat like a part of you had been plucked out.
Idiot, you chided yourself.
"I can hear your thoughts from here" his words brought you back to the moment, your head snapping to where he was setting down a picnic blanket on the grass.
"I'm sorry" you said immediately, rushing to his side. "Let me help"
"No need" he waved it off, taking out a bag with little sandwiches prepared just for the occasion. "Why don't you tell me what's been on your mind all morning, instead?"
"I…" you started to say. You couldn't exactly tell him the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, could you? But there was also no point in lying to him.
Somewhere in the middle, you decided. A little truth, and a little omission.
"It's been odd being away from home" you explained, settling next to him on the blanket. Suguru extended a sandwich, and you accepted it gratefully. "It's never been this long"
"That's understandable" he mused, taking a bite. "It was a brave thing you did"
"You think so?" you laughed, staring at the food in your hands instead of him. It looked delicious. Why did Suguru have to be such a good host, in every way?
"Of course" he said, lounging back on his elbows. And then his foot tapped yours, just slightly, urging you to pay attention to him. "Go on, try it"
You did. The taste was exquisite, as expected, and Suguru watched you so intently you suspected your approval actually did mean a lot to him.
"Do you like it?" he asked, surprisingly impatient.
"I do" you smiled. And so did he.
It almost made you shy, the way he was always making sure you were comfortable. Where you were from, that was the last of anyone's concern – you had a duty to fulfill, and that was that. No one bothered to ask how you felt about it.
But Suguru did.
"Good" he hummed, taking another bite himself. "I suppose it must be odd to live with a man"
You almost choked on the food with how matter of fact he was, all of a sudden. "I lived with my father" you tried to say, Suguru chuckling at the way you coughed the words out.
"You know that's not what I meant"
Of course you knew.
The polite part of you wanted to reject it, say it was no issue at all, say you appreciated him taking you in. You should never be ungrateful, you could almost hear your mother say.
But that would also be a lie. And Suguru could see right through those.
Maybe odd wasn't the right word, but it was certainly different. You had been around boys before, shared dances and flirted at parties, but never for quite this long. Never under the same roof.
Never with someone you were so attracted to.
"It's… unusual" you settled on, being honest with him. "I was never friends with boys growing up"
"Are we friends?"
The question almost made your heart skip a beat.
Your mind went back to the painting you imagined. How would an onlooker interpret the way Suguru caged you in on your way up the hill, his arms protective around you, the conversation flowing so easily?
But… what else could you possibly be?
"I'd like to think so" you replied.
"I am glad" Suguru smiled. "You should tell me if I'm overstepping, but I do enjoy our conversations. It sometimes gets… lonely, around here"
You felt for him then. Loneliness was a curse you also understood too well.
"I enjoy our conversations too" you quickly said. "And I am thankful"
Suguru exhaled, considering what you had just said. "I'd like you to feel at home" he nodded. "Just tell me what it is you need"
You smiled, believing him fully.
The two of you stayed that way for a moment, feeling the breeze against your skin, watching it blow Suguru's long dark strands away.
Almost a perfect day.
"Were you friends with girls growing up?" you asked shyly, not wanting to miss on the opportunity to get to know him.
But Suguru seemed to find your question awfully amusing. "Yes" he replied. "She was a good friend"
He stared far ahead, speaking the words into the sky. You noticed how he said was, and didn't think it right to pry. You had already asked about his dead parents earlier, and even if the case wasn't this extreme, you didn't want to prod along his bad memories.
"That's nice" you said instead, and he seemed grateful. "I don't suppose I have many friends"
He turned to you then, a little squint in his eyes. "What about all your parties?" he teased.
"You mean high society's peacocking?" you echoed his words from the day before, earning a small chuckle. "I have many acquaintances, sure, but I guess none of them would be my friends"
Suguru hummed like he understood. "You don't think they'd be there if you needed?" he asked.
"I know they wouldn't" you scoffed. "They probably think me a fool for running away from this marriage"
"Ah, yes" he chuckled. "The Gojo heir is quite the match"
"Is that disdain I sense?" you tried to tease, this time tapping his foot with yours.
But Suguru quickly shook his head, erasing the solemn look he had for just a second. "I just think he sounds like a fool" he sneered. "To not even propose in person"
You were glad someone else understood.
"Would you do it in person?" you asked, rolling the next sandwich in your hands instead of looking directly at him.
Suguru turned to you though, making his fox like eyes impossible to ignore. "Of course I would"
You swallowed thickly, feeling the sweat start to pool on your palms. Must he look so handsome while he said it?
"I'm sure she'll be a lucky woman" you muttered, immediately bringing the food to your lips in order to stop this conversation.
"That's kind of you to say" he smiled, watching you.
And then the attention was back on the breeze, on the sky, on the trees.
It really was a beautiful day, wasn't it?
Maybe this was a good omen, a bright beginning to your new life.
Why should you be scared anyway?
"Were you serious about the ball?"
Suguru's head cocked to the side, looking back at you, maybe even surprised that you had mentioned it again. "Of course" he smiled, pushing himself up to better meet your eyes. "Feeling braver?"
You chuckled at his question. Maybe not quite brave – but resourceful.
Why should your family stop you from having some fun, too?
"How about a masked ball?" you suggested.
Suguru's lips turned upwards into a bright, amused grin.
"A masked ball it is"
a/n i had so much fun writing this, and really hope you enjoyed the chapter!! i'm very excited for the next one and can't wait to hear your thoughts <3
꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought we was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought we was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth
꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312
Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you.
Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.
As fast as he fucking could.
Were you scared? Were you in pain?
Of course you were in pain.
And he wasn't there.
His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.
It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care.
Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.
You were in pain. You were having his baby.
What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.
Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.
The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.
His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.
And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.
Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.
But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.
"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks.
"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.
"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light.
"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle.
"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet.
Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.
"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know"
Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"
In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises.
His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you.
"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it.
Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet.
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꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought we was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought he was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
